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[chocolatetakoyakis]

Saiyan Daddy's Syndrome - DBZ Fanfiction

ლSynopsisლ

Minerva is the daughter of an important member of the Saiyan millitary council of Vegetasai. She's pretty, determined, polite, strong and untouched. However being a half-saiyan, half human female, she's constantly reminded that she'll never be accepted by the other saiyans, beaten up by her abusive father and bullied by extreme conservative saiyans. Thanks lord her life's gonna change as she's accepted as an elite warriors to serve the royal familly. Sexual tensions, passionate lovers, cheating, love affairs and maybe coup d'état is in the air.

(Reader x Various Saiyans but mainly Bardock, Turles, Kakarot)

ლ Warnings +18 ლ

+18, Daddy Kink, Age Gape, Sugar Daddy/baby , Dark content, Sexual content, Mention of rape, breeding, creampie, violence, torture, smut, pet name, mention of slavery, racism (half-saiyan), orgy, saiyan culture

Chapter 1 (links coming soon)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[blkgirl-writing]

What fandoms need more POC!READERS?

I’m currently looking for some new fandoms to write for, and I’d love any suggestions on which ones need the most POC TLC.

remember! I write inclusive readers! that means no assumptions about weight, height, gender, etc. They will ALWAYS be written for POC. Fluff, Smut, the whole shabang!

I’m looking forward to expanding!

[wocfics]

Fine Art

Kim Taehyung Series 

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

KTH x Poc Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2k+  

When you first saw the email, you thought it was a joke. A simple questionnaire asking about your dating history and such, not really knowing what it was for but you figured there were only a select few people it was sent to, since it was a very long process. Arranged marriage was weird in the states but not in others, as far as you knew. As an artist, a painter and an owner of a gallery, you never thought about marriage in the first place. Art was your love and your life, but sometimes it does get lonely. You dated on and off but there wasn’t much luck, not since your first boyfriend. You were only 18 at the time but he was your everything, you even almost had a family together until you came home early from a trip to Milan and found him in the finished basement of your home with the neighbor’s daughter. 

You lost everything and although you moved into your own place and buried yourself in work, a few years went by and it started to get lonely. You didn’t do one night stands, there was no point in them anyway, you couldn’t see yourself sleeping with random people without any sort of emotional connection. The worst part of it all was the people you considered friends, knew about your boyfriend’s cheating and didn’t want to tell you. Some friends. Living in New York was the best thing and it was even better when you opened up a gallery for display ametuer artwork from across the city. You held painting classes for people who wanted to simply learn, or to discover new skills. 

When your phone pinged, notifying you of another email that said you were eligible as a wife for someone in South Korea, your eyes nearly popped out of your head. SOUTH KOREA?! You had went there once and even has someone asked you to paint a picture of a photo they took during the flower festival there. You didn’t speak Korean fluently, it was hard to learn and work at the same time, especially since your schedule was so hectic that you didn’t even have a day off unless it was an emergency. 

The flight from New York to South Korea was long and the shift in time zones was taking a toll on your body. You met with the lawyer at the building that was going over your marriage, you also explained the language barrier that was going to be difficult and they made sure to include that during the meeting. The meeting was different, you knew you were getting married but to Kim Taehyung of BTS? That was the real eye opener and the email made sense as to why it was so top secret and didn’t reveal much about him. When the lawyer explained why this was happening you were shocked but you had signed a contract, confirming that everything that was spoken of would be confidential and the consequences would result in you pracially losing everything. 

Sitting across from him, you dressed in black overalls, a dark brown turtleneck sweater underneath and your brown coat in the chair next to you. Your hair was currently in long two strand jumbo twists and you wore little to know makeup. It was cold in Korea so you did dress for the weather. Taehyung was dressed in a black sweater and baggy black sweatpants to match. His hair was a messy black color but you didn’t care. You two stared at each other the entire time, almost in a trance, lost in each others eyes. He was more gorgeous in person than on tv. 

He gave you a smirk and a wink and your cheeks were a pale shade of red against your caramel skin complexion. You couldn’t help but give a small smile back as the lawyers spoke amongst each other before turning to you two and finalizing everything. You signed papers as your lawyer spoke to Taehyung and his lawyer about the language barrier and about how you were still learning the language. He looked up after signing these papers and stared at you. “I will teach you Korean.” He nodded. You smiled, biting your lip and nodding.

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It didn’t take long for you to settle into the apartment provided for the both of you. There were two rooms, one bathroom, a big living room and kitchen as well. Your things were by the front door when you walked in, taking in the already furnished area while removing your shoes at the door. Taking off your coat, Taehyung came in behind you and took it from you, hanging it up. “Thank you.” you said in Korean and he smiled and removed his own shoes. You placed your keys and bag on one of the couches and sighed heavily, turning to him and glancing at the boxes. “Um, can you help me?” You asked. He nodded. “Yes, I’ll help.” He grabbed two big boxes and carried them into the main bedroom. You followed behind with one and together, you both began putting away most of your things, keeping a few things in the box to go out for trash. 

Taehyung noticed a few of your paintings and looked at you. “You painted these? These are amazing, we should hang them up.” He spoke so fast that you were trying to translate until you figured out what he was asking. “Yes, I painted. I’m a painter. Thank you.” Your Korean words were rusty but he chuckled at your struggling and carried the box of paintings into the living room and set them aside. He walked back into the room and sat on the bed, patting the seat next to you. This was going to be hard to communicate with him when you barely knew Korean. “Your Korean is good but I will make it better. Um, I will teach you and you teach me English. We can work together, okay?” His English was better than your Korean but you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try. I promise.” 

Over the next couple of hours it took to put everything into place, he taught you a few words that you had to write down as well as phrases as well. You told him about your art studio and gallery back in New York. He typed something into his phone after you told him you didn’t know you had to let go of the gallery and ship all of the paintings here but you knew you’d be getting an art studio in Seoul. You knew how to cook and he was excited for that. Coming from two different backgrounds, he was looking forward to trying new dishes that you cooked back home when you had some time to cook at all. He could see the sleepiness in your eyes and knew you were exhausted from the time zone change but also knew that you were fighting your sleep to get to know more about him aside from BTS.

The more Korean he taught you, the easier it was to talk to him. You learned fast and eventually you two held hands, it happened accidentally when you were trying to put one of the paintings on the wall and he was trying to steady your hand so you wouldn’t drop it since it was pretty large. You stood there after the painting was up, admiring it while he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. 

After cleaning up and him letting you take a shower first while he ordered take out, you changed into a silk pajama set and put your twists up in a bun at the top of your head and tied a scarf around the perimeter. You had to explain to him why your wrapped your hair up at night since you had natural hair and he understood, asking to touch your hair first before you gave him permission and he touched over the soft twists that laid on top of your head. 

Once the food got there, you ate in the living room on the floor, leaned against the couches. He told you that he’d take you horseback riding one day if you promised to let him see your studio once it was done being set up. You agreed to that, since riding a horse was something that you always wanted to do. You grabbed the takeout cartons and discarded them while he showered and sat on the couch to wait for him, still fighting your sleep now that it was 6pm. You blinked owlishly while waiting for him to get dressed in the room but your eyes wouldn’t stay open and eventually you fell asleep. 

He walked out, white shirt and boxers and noticed you sleeping. “Cute.” He whispered and softly caressed your cheek. Feeling his touch, you quickly opened your eyes and slowly looked up at him, grinning before slowly standing up and letting him drag you into the bedroom so you could lay down. Like him, you needed something to hug while sleeping so it was hard for you to go to sleep without something there and the pillow wasn’t helping. You grabbed your phone, letting your parents know about traveling and your safety since you messaged you a bunch of times. You sent them the pictures you took earlier of the apartment and they approved of it. 

You didn’t realize how long you were up until your clock on your phone read 9:45 and Taehyung came into the room with his phone in hand. “If I hug you while I’m asleep I apologize. It’s the only way I sleep.” You spoke to him. He smiled at how well your Korean was already and nodded. “Me too.” He replied in English before you both laid down. You stared at each other again, not saying a word, almost like you were studying each other’s features. Without speaking, you moved closer to him and he rested a hand lightly on your waist and pulled you closer until you were right under his chin and keeping your around him. 

Tucking your head under his chin, he buried his nose in your hair and sighed at the floral scent coming from your hair. He was hesitant at first but eventually he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. You two were married now after all, so small doses of affection were okay right? Feeling his lips on your forehead made you glance up at him while he looked down at him. His eyes widened, forgetting to ask if you were okay with that. You placed a hand on his cheek and giggled. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” You whispered. 

You didn’t realize how much you needed this until now, how much you missed being held and the small things that came with it. “Y/N…” He mumbled and you looked at him again, raising your eyebrows. You could feel his heart beating so you could tell he was nervous about whatever it was he wanted to ask you. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, moving his eyes to look at something else besides your eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you were kissed properly. None of your dates ever kissed you since you didn’t want it to go that far but with Taehyung, you didn’t even hesitate. Pulling his face down to yours slowly, you pressed your lips against his, instantly melting like butter in his arms when he kissed back and you could feel how soft his lips were. Your lips moved as if you two have been kissing each other for a long time, like you knew how the other one operated. 

His hand that was resting on your waist, tightened, pulling you closer until you let your leg rest on his hip. His tongue slowly licked at your lips for entrance and you parted them, your tongues dancing together inside each others mouths. You couldn’t help the little moan that came out of you, he chuckled against your lips when he heard it. Slowly pulling away, you pecked his lips every now and then before he pressed his forehead against yours. You didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating until it was practically pounding inside of your chest. Opening your eyes, he relaxed his hand on your waist. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead again, pulling you back into your position with your head under his chin before closing his eyes.

All you could think about was that kiss, his dominance and the way he tasted. It was all your dreamed about that night, hugging him in your sleep while he did the same thing. The blankets were a mess the next morning. He woke up before you and stared at your for a moment while you slept before quietly and gently moving out of your arms to go and brush his teeth and put on some coffee. He walked back into the room to see you still asleep and kissed your forehead multiple times. “Y/N, time to wake up.” He rubbed your back until you stirred and rubbed your eyes. Your cheeks and eyes puffy from sleeping so long since it was after 10 am. Sitting up, you stretched and looked around before looking at Tae. 

Standing up, your stretched again before walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth and walked back out, following him into the kitchen where a cup of coffee waiting for you. You put your own cream and sugar in it and took a sip, sighing at the warmth that went down your throat. Tae leaned against the counter, you two just sipping away and enjoying your coffee before he spoke up. “We should discuss schedules.” He picked up his phone from the counter as you did the same and nodded. “Schedules. Yes.” You scrolled around until you got to your calendar. You wondered how they fixed your schedules since they said they would send an email to you two in the morning. You were curious about the other wives as well and wondered if you all would eventually meet. It had been so long since you had friends, you almost forgot that you didn’t have any.

[spidermeeeena]

danganronpa father scenarios black girl edition

part 1 

𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝗡𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗶

𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿

𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅

You have terrible anxiety so when you felt someone shaking you it honestly scared you so bad you started shaking, as you opened your eye, adjusting to the bright light you saw a high school student, that didn't help because to you he was honestly pretty tall and your parents did not let you go out so your social skills suck ass so you were on a merger to having a anxiety attack so you started crying, makoto started panicking which made you more scared It was just a big mess Honestly if makoto knew he would stop it because he not good with kids but he is good with comforting people so he pulled you into a hug a started rubbing your back to calm you down When makoto got a good look at you he thought you was so cute You had your natural fro out. "Im so sorry for scaring you, Are you okay" voice wasn't high but it wasn't low honestly just right in you opinion it was calming "I-I'm fine ii j-just bad at socializing" "My name is 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝗡𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗶, I'm the ultimate lucky student, what's yours "

"_____ _____ and I'm the ultimate gardener" He was a little surprised by your talent but he honestly had no idea what he expected Makoto examined the room seeing a note on one of the desk. As he read the note his face started to turn into confusion and concern. He put the note in his pocket, than turned to you sticking his motioning for you to grab it. "Come on the oretention bout to start". You were hesitant at first but you grab. You guys walked to into the hallway to your destination

𝗕𝘆𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗶

𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻

𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

You woke up from your slumber seeing this high schooler in a fancy suit. Fixing his tie a bit. He looked very calm and annoyed. "Oh so your finally awake" he kinda sounded pissed and annoyed. When he finished his sentence he went back to examining the room. It was like you wasn't even there You and him saw the paper on the desk at the same time and was both going to the desk but he beat you to it, your short legs couldn't move as fast Once he finished reading the small paper he balled up the paper and threw it away You were honestly kinda irritated you couldn't see the paper but you decided to let it go. You walked up to the high school boy and bowed down to him to show him you the most respect you could "My name is _____ _____ I ' He smirked in satisfaction "

My name is Byakuya Togami the ultimate affluent progeny ". Byakuya observes you You had a afro puff with a hairwrap on with circular glasses. He doesn't want to admit but he though you were cute " It nice to meet you Byakuya Togami "you replied trying to be very formal. "hmm, it not everyday when you meet a little girl who has that much respect, I think well flourish well together". Byakuya walked to the door than stopped at the doorway, turned around and putting his hand out signing for you to take his hand, unfortunately with thoses short legs you can't move fast so you was a little slow, that pissed of byakuya a little bit so he grab your hand. "Come on, I don't need someone like you making me late to the orientation ". You guy walked out to the hallway to the orientation

[niyabrownn]

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My name is niya , I’m 17 years and old and I love kpop another fun fact I’m black lol 🫶🏽

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[sickandtideeeee]

By Bast -Prologue (Erik x Reader)

so had to post this on a different account cuz homegirl is thirsty and can’t be caught by irl mutuals so here enjoy! (haven’t thought of a title yet and sorry for the lack of erik cuz setup but yeah… )

You had never thought yourself silly enough to truly believe in the goddess Bast like so many other native Wakandans. At least, not until the day she renamed you in a dream.

You had woken up from a slumber deep enough that no earthquake, typhoon or raging fire could arouse you. However, rather than find yourself in the familiar surroundings of your regular sleeping chamber, you came to your senses back nestled against the bark of a low-branching acacia tree. The soft, thin sheets you slept with despite the ever–present summer heat had been replaced by a heavy black covering surrounding you up to your neck, thick enough to be a shag carpet. A few moments passed as your daze wore off, and you shot up to your feet, screaming, when you realized the quivering you felt around you was a multitude of cats, purring against your skin, paws lightly traversing your lap and nudging you gently.

Not only did you not believe in Bast, you were never particularly fond of cats. How sacrilegious.

You had almost reached the treetop in your frantic climb to safety when a larger black cat, large enough to be a jaguar or panther, began to approach from the distance. You knew these jungle cats were great climbers, and your heart started to pound in your chest as quickly planned how best to escape a mauling. However, the jungle feline, appeared to be changing form as it approached.

The cats that had gotten very still, watching you climb the tree with a communal look approaching curiosity, now appeared to turn and file out towards the approaching figure. The figure was now upright, legs lengthening, shoulders broadening, torso shortening, and head molding into the silhouette of a faceless man.

Your muscles tensed and your jaw clenched as it continued to close the distance between you, but you found yourself frozen in place by some unidentifiable external force. The man, or form thereof, stopped only steps away from the tree now, and golden eyes seemed to pop into life on his previously blank visage to fixate on you. You stared transfixed in fear as a mouth split open into a toothy grin, accented with four golden canines, on the black canvas that was his face.

You opened your mouth to scream, but no words came out.

He held an arm out to you, and the rest of his face appeared to fill in recognizable human features – a nose, cheekbones, ears, hair. Warm-hued, brown skin replaced the pure darkness that painted the creature, and he finally appeared fully human.

Don’t be afraid, you heard a female voice from nowhere in particular whisper directly into your ears. Your eyes darted around you in confusion, and you heard a high-pitched chuckle.

Truly, don’t be afraid, my darling. I want you to be prepared when he comes, Nkiru.

Who the fuck was Nkiru?

Before you could continue to question your sanity, you somehow had found yourself on your feet below the tree once again, now face to face with the giant cat turned man. He did not say a word, but looked at you quizzically, the earlier inviting smile now gone from his face.

Take a good look at his face, Nkiru.

He suddenly gripped you by your chin, almost roughly, to look up at him. Those golden eyes that were so monstrous a few minutes ago, appearing out of nothingness, now were almost gentle on an otherwise overtly masculine face. Your fear and apprehension somehow dissipating, you took a few moments to study his facial features – his full, broad lips, his cheekbones, the curve of his jaw, the arch of his eyebrows, the pattern of his facial hair, his crown.

He let go of your face, and you cautiously raised your own hand to touch his cheek. To your surprise, his skin was softer, smoother to the touch than expected. He lay his own hand on top of yours, and your heart skipped a beat. You dropped your hand to your side immediately, your face growing hot. You stepped back, and now taking the time to take in the rest of him, realized he was completely naked. Embarrassed, you averted your eyes away from his manhood, almost tripping over a cat in the process of distancing yourself.

If this was some sort of weird sex dream, you decided you were very repressed and probably needed to lose it to someone real soon.

Remember him, Nkiru. Protect him the best you can.

You took another quick glance at the man that had towered over your own quite athletic 5-foot-7 frame, wondering what threat could be posed to him that you could somehow overcome in his stead. He was now seated cross-legged in the grass, rendered slightly more decent by a black cat sitting in his lap. As he pet the animal, a look of peace and contentment washed over his face, and you could not help but smile for a few seconds, before you realized this whole situation was too weird, and grimaced.

Your name was not Nkiru. You were hearing voices. You didn’t know where you were. There was nothing around you for miles except grassy plains, black cats, this tree, and this random cat who had turned into a person before you.

“What the actual fuck kind of dream is this?” You whispered to yourself under your breath, if not just to know how real your voice would sound coming past your lips.

The airy, feminine voice chuckled softly in your ears again and you suddenly felt a wind pick up from around your ankles, swirling around your body to your shoulders, at which location it warmed and solidified, like the feeling of smooth arms holding you in an embrace. You felt a chill run up and down your spine, and froze.

Don’t fret, my child. When you wake up, you will know this was real.

The man appeared to have gotten bored of petting the cat and rose to his feet. Before your eyes, he flashed a smile again before he reverted back to jungle cat form, much faster than he had transformed into human just a few moments ago. He circled around you once, and walked off into the distance, droves of smaller cats appearing to follow suit. You only now appeared to notice that the sky over the horizon was cloudless, and painted with hues of lavender and orange, accented with stars.

This man could be a great leader, but his heart is filled with hatred and contempt. Teach him what Wakanda has to offer, Nkiru.

“My name isn’t Nkiru.” You said, to no one in particular, now alone on the plains. “I think whoever you are, you have the wrong person or the wrong dream.”

It is now.

With those words, you woke up in a cold sweat, but unlike waking up suddenly from a nightmare, you arose with a serene calm you figured was akin to waking up from the dead. It occurred to you to check your pulse to make sure you had not actually died, and you were reassured by the slow thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat.

You were truly shocked by how little you were unfazed by so vivid a dream sequence. The face that the voice had commanded you to memorize was now firmly etched into your mind, and you were sure you remembered reading somewhere that your brain does not make up faces in dreams. But you were also just as sure that you had never seen that man before in your life.

You clutched your bed sheets closer to you now, reassured that they were no longer a literal swarm of felines, and looked out your window. It was still dark, and a quick glance at the holograph above your end table confirmed that it was still the middle of the night – 2ish am, the witching hour. A cool breeze was wafting through the opening and the fact that you couldn’t remember opening your window would have normally spooked you but you were, again, uncharacteristically peaceful. You didn’t bother to close it.

Instead, you lay back down on your side, and tried to sleep again. For a split second, you wondered if that could truly could have been a visitation from Bast. It certainly included all the motifs – the cats, the acacia tree, the plains, the atmosphere, the voice of a woman.

Then again, that was silly. Maybe you had spent too much time at the Herb Garden and let Papa Zuri convince you of Bast’s presence one too many times. You had just had a weird dream, and would forget about it soon enough.

And you did, until the first person who you spoke to the next day, your tutee turned play sister Shuri, referred to you as Kiki rather than your actual nickname just moments after you woke up. Then again, until you made your daily stop at the spiritual compound to say good morning to your mentor, and he smiled wide at you and welcomed you, Nkiru. As the characters in your life responded with puzzlement at the shock and confusion plastered on your face whenever your new name was called, you became panicked as you became more and more sure that Bast really had appeared to you in your slumber and given you directions.

That night, you prayed for instructions on what to do, but as expected, received no clear answer, no lyrical voice that seemed to be coming from somewhere both deep inside you and around you as you had that night.

You did decide to find out what the name Nkiru meant. The greatest will come, you read. A good future. Future goddess. Maybe scratch that last one. You wouldn’t bother deluding yourself that far.

It was an old name originating from the Igbo tribe of West Africa. Diminutive of Nkiruka. This didn’t make any sense. You knew for a fact that you had come as a child refugee from a country called Cameroon, and the Igbo were primarily from Nigeria.

The greatest will come.

The metamorphosing man suddenly came to mind. Would he be the greatest that is yet to come? The goddess had alluded to him become a powerful leader if not for his hatred.

Yet all you saw were a wide, sincere smile and beaming eyes.

You shook your head, as if to physically remove him from your thoughts, and sat down at your workbench to catch up on some clinical review articles you had neglected to read all day. It would take you a while to adjust to this new name, and now you wondered just how long it would take for that man, your assignment from Bast, to appear.

He was cute, after all. And how hard could showing him around Wakanda be? 

[Chapter One][Chapter Two][Chapter Three][Chapter Four][Chapter Five][Chapter Six][Chapter Seven][Chapter Eight]

[crystlizabeth]

Severus: I often touch my self thinking bout you

Crystal: oh do you?

Severus: Yeah i rub my temples cause you give me a fuckin’ headache.

[levisblackbabe]

JJK Boys with a black gf

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)

Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)

Gojo Satoru

ª Chaotic (that’s it)

ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)

ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship

ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)

ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)

ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you

ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)

ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him

ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo

ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him

ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)

ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends

ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only

ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues

ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more

ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you

ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)

ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)

ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is

ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)

Itadori Yuuji

ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties

ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)

ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said

ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)

ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy

ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing

ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling

ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)

ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like

ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship

ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)

ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks

ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)

Megumi Fushiguro

ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends

ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact

ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop

ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)

ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out

ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you

ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are

ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things

ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you

ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week

ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything

ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his

ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace

ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover

ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary

ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you

Fushiguro Toji

ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be

ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)

ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)

ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash

ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship

ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)

ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)

ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)

ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him

ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)

ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out

ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss

ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something

ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything

ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him

ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments

ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you

ª Loves calling you his Princess

ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it

ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk

ª He happily will drop anything to be with you

Nanami Kento

ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get

ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher

ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)

ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive

ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade

ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑

ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together

ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)

ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend

ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)

ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you

ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once

ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭

ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common

ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man

ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space

Ryōmen Sukuna

a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁

ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years

ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids

ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister

ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again

ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again

ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love

ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did

ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past

ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out

ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)

ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie

ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)

ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)

ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups

ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes

ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)

ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service

ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)

ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good

ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something

ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence

ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it

ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is

ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc

ª He fights those racists no cap

ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head

ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭

ª He is overall goey inside for you

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[infinitespiritblossoms]

To Catch a Butterfly 🦋 : Prologue

Warnings such as eventual Violence, smut, death, abuse, guns and romance, slow burn??, mentions of self harm and the“sewerslide” of a friend, might contain themes that might be considered dark like dubcon so you’ve been warned if it don’t come up now it will later

Part time escort who’s never lovey dovey with any of her other clients, they’re crude, rude, and mean, except for him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, poweful mafia boss, never seem to have time to get his dick wet and offhandedly says this to Oikawa and Matsukawa and they suggest the escort agency Adonis Blue, the agency is unhealthy obsessed with butterflies, but it’s kind of cute to him. He does check it out and it took him forever to find his perfect butterfly and she went by the name Atla. He’s sure that’s not her real name it didn’t stop the fact that he thought it fit perfectly with the picture of her the agency sent with a couple sheets detailing her to him. She had beautiful brown skin and her hair was braided falling around her shoulders, slightly big lips pulled back into a soft smile and eyes shining bright.

He found his butterfly.

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“How come you never ask me to leave?” He suddenly asked from where he was laying beside you. Raising from the bed slightly, leaning on your elbow contemplating his question. Tilting your head up sighing through you’re nose turning to him, your other hand finding a place on the side of his face, leaning in placing a chaste kiss on his lips but not moving even three inches away from his lips

“You treat me like A human being” mumbling softly with your eyes closed basking in subtle warmth he makes you feel

“You are a human being” he puzzled

“And that’s why i let you stay so close,” chuckling lightly “ I know it’s the bare minimum but I don’t even get that, not here or in my life outside of this. I’m not complaining because I’m very much used to being on my own and living for my sake since that’s all i had no family and people treated me less than a stray” you pointed out. You vaguely sense yourself being sucked into the memory of kids calling you names names and pushing you down, you even remember that one girl from high school who had cut your ponytail off and the teachers not caring to stop your torment. Feeling like no one cares and like a burden to your family, you waited for graduation and ran away not looking back just moving where ever you feel yourself being pulled. You ended up in a lot places and had a lot of experiences and you learned a lot being  out on your own.

Feeling light kisses on your faces, you're pulled back to the present with him staring at you with a smirk, just admiring you. Smiling brightly at him, you laid on your back motioning for him to cuddle you and him abiding pulling onto his chest with thick strong arms wrapped around you kissing the top of your head and you kissing his collarbone, the scent of teakwood and pine clings to him lightly feeling yourself relax more at the familiarity. There's also an underlying scent of your Black Chamomile body mist on him, making you feel things you knew were wrong in the line of business you chose to do.

So why do you still keep him so close? Knowing it’s so dangerous? Maybe it’s the thrill or maybe it’s the moment he wrap his arms around you, you know you’re safe and no one can touch you. At least not with him here.

[leewritesstuff]

Temperature | Tom Holland x POC!Reader

Paring: Tom Holland x POC!Reader

Summary: You and Tom took a trip to the Caribbean and you show him how to have a good time.

Song: Temperature

Masterlist

I am from the Caribbean, and I heard this song was playing and an idea came up, not sure if it's good or not. I apologize for this being short, I was testing out a few things

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for rhythm shelter you from the storm Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!

The music blazing loudly in the bar, Tom feeling stiff behind you. You let out a laugh, trying to ease him up, but he still felt stiff. The place was more lively, loud compare to quiet England. He felt more, at home, bringing him out of his shell. It was his first time being in the Caribbean, especially Jamacia.

Don't get me wrong, Tom isn't shy from clubs, going to them at least once a month but the clubs here were different, especially the dance moves they use.

He looked around at the girls, grinding their hips onto their partners, confusion held his face.

"Are they okay? Why do they look as if they're crushing his hips?!" You followed his direction to notice a man daggering out a woman.

"That's the move sweetie, not put your hands on me" His focus was still on the pair, you grabbed his hands and rest them on your hips, gathering his attention.

"Are you going to twerk on me?" "It's whine, Tom, we don't do 'twerking'

You leaned back on him, feeling his fingers grip your hips tighter. You started off slow, swaying your hips trying to get him into the vibes. Feeling him slowly come out of his shell, you take it off a notch, you moved your hips to do a basic whine.

"Are you going to do what the girl did to the other guy?" Shaking your head no, you grip onto his arms to stable yourself.

"I'm not trying to fuck you on the floor"

You rolled your hips more onto him, feeling his vibrations and heat coming off of him, "Since when you could move your hips like that? How come you don't do it in the bedroom?" "You never ask" "Well, now I am! You better show me some moves when we get back to the hotel!"

Feeling more bold and brave, he leaned back and moved his hips harder, surprising you, "Where did this come from?"

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for rhythm shelter you from the storm Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!

"I don't know, the music is making me feel something"

You started to Tic Toc on him, feeling him a lot. Feeling his growing bulge that he was trying to hide. You moved your hips harder and picked up the rhythm. Surprisingly Tom kept up which was a shock for you.

You felt his hips thrust into yours, it wasn't fully daggers but it was something close to it. You bite your lips trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to come out.

"Hey-uh, can we um.. you know... leave? I kind of um.." You looked back at him, noticing how flushed and sweaty his face was, after having enough, you grabbed his friends and head to where your friends at to tell them you were leaving.

"Already? But it's only been an hour"

"Girl, you ain't see how she was on white boy here? He got movies" Tom blushed at the comments that were being thrown at him.

You flicked your friend's shoulder, "Oi don't be rude eh? I'm taking him back" "Don't forget the condoms."

You both left and head to the hotel to explore more moves.

[wocfics]

In The Dark

Park Jimin Series

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

PJM x Poc Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k+

Y/N couldn’t tell if he liked her or not. The way Jimin sat across from the table during the meeting, he was hard to read. He’d glance at her and then listen to the lawyers and Mr. Bang talk, answering them but stayed completely quiet when you would talk or agree to something. You could speak some Korean. You weren’t extremely fluent but as long as they understood you, you were quite proud of yourself. You didn’t have the best background before you moved to Korea and found your ballet teaching job. When you got the email from something you signed up for over a year ago about arranged marriage, you didn’t think anything would be done with it. The only way you were even here right now was probably because of your photos that you had to submit to the forum. Caramel skin, golden curls and a slim body…from over a year ago.

You put on more weight since then, just a few pounds and you certainly didn’t have that flat stomach anymore ever since you quit your old job and began as an assistant ballet teacher. You lived alone in your tiny apartment in Los Angeles. You saved money and only bought what was necessary. Your new job paid good but you wanted something better. When Big Hit emailed you about the arranged marriage that they matched you with, you were excited and nervous at the same time. You had no time to get back into shape so what would your new ‘Husband’ think of your extra weight.

You easily packed up your own things and had them shipped out the same day you got on the plane for the long flight to your new home. You informed your mother, who was the only one you were worried about, about where you are going and what was happening. Although you didn’t get the reply you were looking for, it lets you know that you didn’t have to worry about coming back. She sent a ‘Goodbye’ text and left it at that. You had a private plane and your belongings, which didn’t consist of much, were also being flown as well.

You were driven to the building, after changing a simple tracksuit that was a baby blue color, with white sneakers and your curls in a half up hairstyle.  The beginning of the meeting was fast, Jimin had on his practice attire which consisted of a white shirt and grey sweats. He wore no makeup and his hair was under a baseball cap. He was still breathtaking. None of the lawyers spoke of your past, which you decided to tell Jimin yourself once you two were settled into your apartment together.

After the papers were signed, you and Jimin headed out and made your way to the new apartment together.Your things were already there in the couple of boxes that were sitting in the living room area. You took off your shoes and placed them by the door, turning to see Jimin slowly walking around the living room area, looking over everything and making sure it was good. You took off your jacket, revealing the tight tank top underneath and placed the jacket on the back of the couch. Jimin looked you over before heading into the bedroom and coming back out with a small bear and smiling at you while you dug through the boxes to see what you had to put away.

“I got this for you.” He held up the stuffed animal to you and you grabbed it, smiling at it. “Thank you. Sorry, I didn’t get you anything.” You chewed on your bottom lip and he shrugged. “It’s okay.” He walked into the kitchen, checking the fridge and pantry before going to help you carry the boxes into the main bedroom. The apartment was way bigger than yours back home. The furniture was dark grey colored in the living room and the kitchen was a beige. You made your way into the bedroom and first noticed the bed that had dark blue bedding on the king size mattress with canopy curtains hanging from the ceiling over it.

Your eyes were wide the entire time, taking in all o the nice things you had now and it was starting to settle in that this is your life now. Married with this nice apartment and this handsome man that was now removing your clothes from the boxes and placing them on the bed. “Oh, don’t worry. I can do that.” You quickly walked over and grabbed the pile of clothes from his arms which consisted of your bras and panties. So embarrassing. Yout thought before placing them in the empty chest near the window. Your face was flushed red for a few seconds before clearing your throat and moving onto your bathroom products. Most of them you threw out since you’d need new ones but you kept all of your hair products and put them into the in suite bathroom, placing them neatly in the small closet next to the walk in shower.

“So, they said you needed to tell me something that you wouldn’t speak about in the meeting. Can you tell me now?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed while he watched you walk around the room to put the rest of your things away.

Stopping in your tracks, you looked at him and sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a second before going back to putting your things away. “Yeah…” You trailed off, trying to figure out the best way to say it. You stood in front of the dresser and turned to face him. “Before I became an assistant ballet teacher, I was a, uh…a-a stripper-but I never did anything crazy for money.” You said the last few words quietly as you watched his eyes widen and him take a deep breath before nodding and taking off his hat to run a hand through his blonde hair. “Wow…wow. A stripper…wow.” He looked at you before looking back down to the floor.

You didn’t know how to take his responses so you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest while waiting for him to say anything else. What if he told them to send you back home? He wouldn’t believe you anyways.

“You don’t look like you were a stripper. Your body looks more…a little…heavier to be that or even a ballet teacher.” Ouch. The redness that rushed to your face was visible. Did he just call me fat?!  You shook it off before nodding and clearing your throat. “Okaaay, well that’s all I have to tell you.” You responded quickly before picking up the boxes and carrying them out of the room and towards the front door.  

You didn’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until they started to tickle your cheeks so you quickly wiped them away on the back of your hands. You checked your phone, seeing that it was still a bit early, plus you didn’t eat yet so you decided to make a sandwich instead. Jimin walked into the kitchen a few minutes later to see you cutting your sandwich in half and asked if you could make him one as well. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew he probably didn’t mean what he said earlier about your body. Grabbing a glass of water and sitting at the table, you went through your phone to start transferring everything to your new address, mostly mail and money. It took awhile but once you were done you checked your emails about the teacher position you were offered from Mr. Bang. You were to start in a couple of weeks, which gave you enough time to do some shopping for new leotards, tights and shoes.

The rest of the day went by slowly, you did your shopping online since Jimin said he didn’t want you going out without him just yet so everything you purchased was online or Jimin had someone go and pick up the items for you.

You two sat in the living room, you curled up on one end and him on the other, talking about your likes and dislikes. “So you can cook?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. He raised his brows and did a little fist in the air and you laughed quietly. You cooked dinner, with his help since you wanted to learn how to cook some traditional food but you landed on making some tteokbokki and homemade ramen. You happily ate a small portion and he ate some as well. You cleaned up the kitchen while he went and took his shower and got ready for bed and then you did the same, putting your hair up in a pineapple while your showered. You washed off the makeup you wore and did your skin routine in the bathroom after changing into your baggy shorts and oversized t shirt. Jimin was laying in bed on his phone when you came out of the bathroom and placed your towel over the laundry basket. He glanced over at you, before placing his phone on the charger and setting it on the nightstand next to the bed.

You climbed under the blanket and looked at him when you noticed him staring at you. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Sorry, if I hurt your feelings earlier. I could tell that it was bothering you.” He nodded and turned on his side with his bare back facing you. You took in his soft skin and the muscle lining of his back, you had to turn the other way to resist even touching him. “It’s okay.” You replied before falling asleep. _______________________________________________________________

You woke up way earlier than you should have, since being in a new place wasn’t normal for you. Looking over your shoulder, Jimin was still sound asleep while you were sitting up and glancing around the room. You felt an arm wrap around your middle and pull your back against his chest. Your heartbeat picked up while Jimin grumbled and buried his face between your shoulder blades and sighed heavily. “Go to sleep.” He grumbled. His light breathing tickled the middle of your back but it helped you fall back asleep instantly.

A few hours later, you opened your eyes to the sun peeking through the curtains on the window. Stretching, you turned and noticed Jimin wasn’t there but you could smell coffee and soon the bedroom door opened with Jimin holding two mugs in his hand and handing one to you. He sat on the edge of the bed next to you and took a sip of coffee, his face puffy from just waking up and you gushed at how cute he looked in the morning but realized your face was probably just as puffy. You sat up, taking a sip of coffee as well and humming at the bitter taste you loved so much.

He watched you sip the coffee and grinned a little before going back to drink his. “The company dropped off your things here for your new teaching job. I made breakfast for the both of us.” He patted your leg before standing up and walking back out of the room. You did a double take and realized he was shirtless with just black sweatpants on. Removing the blanket, you sat your mug down to make up the bed and picked it up to make you way to the kitchen. Breakfast consisted of waffles, eggs, sausage and toast. After eating and cleaning up, you grabbed your packages from the living room and carried them into the room, putting your bag together and leaving the shoes out. You got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black long sleeve.

Jimin came in after you were finished in the bathroom. You grabbed the shoes and placed them in a bag. “I’m going to practice in the studio on the lower floor.” Jimin spoke while sliding on a black shirt. You nodded, putting the bag over your shoulder. “I’m going down there too. I have to break in these shoes before I start teaching.” You grabbed a hair tie and placed it on your wrist. You decided to wait for him so you could walk down together.

“You know, we’re going to have to figure out each others schedules once you start working. It’s better that we know when the other is available so we can spend time together and be more prepared when shows come around. Eventually you’re going to have to show up to one with me.” He spoke while you two walked down to the bottom floor. You nodded. “I’ll let you know once I start.” You spoke while opening the door to the first practice room. “I’ll see you in a few hours?” He asked. You nodded with a small smile before disappearing behind the doors.

[rukhsandbooks]

I started reading this book as part of #FlirtyFebraury and because it was supposed to be a romance with Muslim characters. Imagine my surprise (pleasant surprise indeed) when after reading a few pages I discovered it wasn't just a Muslim romance but it's an Ismaili Muslim romance! Naankhati, biryani, Jamatkhana and all! I didn't even know Ismaili romance novels existed!! Also, if you're the one that recommended this book to me or if you've read it, message me! I'd love to chat.

As a Torontonian, I loved the local references to things like Union Station, The Reference Library, Don River, and Sparrow.

Amira's character felt immediately grumpy and so I immediately didn't like her, not because of how she was written but because of who she was. Heron did a great job of writing her, ensuring that readers like me would dislike her to an extent. Her character was consistent yet still experienced growth. A well written character that I loved to hate (and not just because she got the farm boy!).

Heron successfully addresses so many important issues in this book, from racism, sexism, homophobia, to eating disorders, stigma, and other cultural biases (be it Ismaili culture, western culture, or engineering culture).

I enjoyed the detail Heron uses in her writing. Simple things like Sameer picking off jalepenos from his nachos and putting them on Travis's plate really added to establishing both a mood and intimacy.

My only qualm was Amira's last name. Though Khan is certainly a Muslim last name, it's not a common Ismaili last name (at least not among the Ismailis I know).  

I can't wait to read Heron's next book!

Ps. Duncan is officially my new book boyfriend!

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Since I'm having a bad bout of baby fever at the moment, HC of Bucky spoiling you when you're pregnant?

Bucky spoiling you when you’re pregnantincludes:

-Him not allowing you to carry anything anymore.Your purse? He’ll proudly have it swing back and forth from his shoulder. Yourpretty wallet? Watch him stunt on them haters with it

-Bucky not letting you bend down to picksomething up. “Buck, I’m only five months pregnant. I’m still very capable of pickingsomething up”.

-“I know you are, baby doll. I just want to doit for you, you’re already carrying my child. This is the least I can do”

-Him constantly buying you cute little giftswith Tony’s credit card behind his back

-“Doll, look! I got you this LV purse you’vebeen wanting for a while now!” he says with a proud smile on his face

-“Buck…This is expensive, how did you-“

-“BARNES IF YOU DON’T RETURN MY CREDIT CARDRIGHT THE FUCK NOW”

-“Don’t mind Stark, baby. I’ll buy you anythingyou want”

-Bucky always giving you the best foot and shouldermassages which always leads to more because you’re hormones are going crazy andhe’s just sex with two legs

-Him taking care of you afterwards, making sureyou’re cleaned up and comfortable in his arms before humming you to sleep

-Him constantly rubbing and poking your bellyand the baby reacting by kicking your guts

-“Will you staaaaaph. I’m trying to sleep!”

-“But the baby is talking to me. It’s rude ofyou to interrupt our conversation”

-“Boi if you don’t-“

-“Alright I’ll you rest baby” he leans down andpresses a tender kiss against your swollen belly, telling the baby to remember whatthey were talking about as he’d like to continue to conversation later on

-Bucky showering you with hugs and kisses,sometimes you’re in the mood for them so you happily cherish them. And otherdays you don’t want him to breathe in your direction so he makes sure to sleepin the lounge so that you can have your peace

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-Emmanuelle 💋❤️

[toadwithbooks]

Tuesday Ten: 10 Books to Read in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr

It took 15 years to create a federal holiday in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr’s legacy. Here are 10 books to read that commemorate his legacy and spirit. #1 Beloved by Toni Morrison 1987 novel set after the American Civil War 324 pages Tells the story of a family of formerly enslaved people whose home is haunted by a evil spirit #2 Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler 1993 science…

[shani-t8]

#reading #library #BBCbook #pocreaders #book #womenwhoread #dyslexicandproud https://www.instagram.com/p/CZXieK3IVP9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[crystlizabeth]

Snape going protective dad mode on a peer who was blaming his daughter for being ‘distracting’.

Severus Snape & Zhuri Snape

“Theres no need to make a big deal about it.”

Severus stopped turning to look at his daughter. Her dark eyes pleading not to make a scene of the situation.

“Remind me what professor Harlem said to you about your out of school clothing.” He said.

Zhuri looked away not because she was embarrassed but for the fact she let the man practically shame her for the body she grew into over the summer. She was 15 a developing young woman that quickly grew into her curves over the summer.

“That I was distracting, that what i was wearing was inappropriate..” she spoke annoyed her eyes looking away from her father.

“And what are you wearing.” His voice was softened. What Harlem said bothered the girl it made him crawl in his skin knowing a grown Man was letting his eyes wonder on her. His daughter a child.

“A long sleeve thats slightly tighter than most and some low rises.” She answered, The shirt only came up a little showing the width of two finger together but nothing more the jeans where you normal low rises with rhinestone pockets. “Thats why i don’t understand what his problem is im wearing what I normally would on a day off around here for christ sake!” She exclaimed, her hands hitting here sides in frustration.

“Exactly there is nothing wrong with what you’re wearing and him telling you that you’re distracting, disgust me. It shouldn’t be a bother to him for he is a grown man.” Severus spoke to his daughter, she new what he meant the new professor had been gazing at her in an inappropriate matter and telling her that it was her fault.

“I just don’t want to make a big deal out of it hes just some creep that needs to be removed from the school.” Zhuri said her voice filled with irritation, not because of her father wanting to go talk to the man but for the fact she let it happen her self. How the middle aged man blamed her for his inappropriate behavior.

“Exactly, and he will be. Now return to your dormitory i will deal with it from here.” He said reassuring Zhuri. She nodded turning around to walk back down ti the dungeon back to Slytherin dormitory. It hurt him watching how she crossed her arms around her body in a shameful matter hiding herself, as if she had to be ashamed of something she has no control over.

“Professor Harlem a word.” Severus voice spoke darkly as he entered the room.

A little drabble hope you like it it bit on the more sensitive topics lmk if you want more Zhuri!