#yet another black and white photo but he’s so pretty tho

[thesuperiorfeeling]

[nbrook29]

Kiss or Slap part 2

part 1

Robbe stands in front of the mirror, eyes critical as he assesses the forest green shirt, plucking at the collar that’s digging uncomfortably into his neck. It’s not like the shirt is ugly; the problem is that it’s not and that it looks a bit too formal. But then again, Robbe wouldn’t know for sure since he’s never been on a real date before. He’s feeling a bit helpless in that area, to be honest.

He has a half a mind to text the boys and ask for advice, but just as the thought passes his brain he scoffs because it’s just silly; the only thing he would gain from doing that would be merciless teasing for weeks on end. Thanks, but no thanks.

Sighing, he glances in the direction of the hall, debating with himself whether asking for Zoe’s opinion is the right option here, but deep down he knows that otherwise, he’s gonna be standing i front of that mirror agonizing over his appearance for the next twenty minutes if someone doesn’t talk some sense into him.

The way Zoe’s eyes widen in surprise when he enters her room lets him know that yes, he is overdressed. 

“Too much?” He scrunches up his face, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Well, I mean... you look really nice, but, um, maybe go for a t-shirt instead?” Zoe suggests, looking almost apologetic. Robbe hovers in the threshold, still not totally convinced.

“Yeah?” 

“You clearly feel uncomfortable in that, plus he’s not taking you to an expensive restaurant or something so I think you should just go for chill,” she pauses, trying to remember something. “That pink t-shirt you have? You look really cute in it! You should wear that.”

“I don’t wanna look cute, Zoe, I wanna look hot,” Robbe blurts out, pink blooming on his cheeks when Zoe coos at him in that annoying way she always does and he immediately covers his face. “Stop.”

She giggles at his embarrassment, patting his arm consolingly as she pretends to give him a once over. “You do look hot, no matter what shirt you’re wearing.”

“Yuck, that sounds weird coming from you.” Robbe fake-gags and gets a smack on his chest. “I’m outta here, thanks.” Before he manages to close the door, Zoe catches his arm and shoots him a comforting smile.

“And calm down. He’s already into you, he won’t care what you’re wearing, Robbe.”

It’s easier said than done. Ever since he woke up, he’s been a giddy, anxious, yet excited mess, butterflies flying rampant in his stomach, fingers drumming absent-mindedly on the nearest surface, and he’s-

Well.

He’s been kinda freaking out.

Somehow (he has no idea how), he managed to keep his cool during that faithful afternoon a week ago when a boy came up to him with a dumb YouTube challenge, he’d even call himself flirty and bold. 

He’s not so sure he’ll be able to provide a repeat performance tonight. Not with that particular charming smile directed at him, almost making him whimper because no one should have the right to be that handsome. At the time, the infatuation was laced with disappointment and anger so Robbe guesses that’s what helped him keep his cool.

Only to melt into a pile of goo minutes later when Sander’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment over what popped on his phone screen.

Bambie eyes

Robbe smiles at the memory, trying to keep it small and not look like a psychopath that’s grinning to himself for no reason. It proves to be difficult though, those damn butterflies not easing out when an image of Sander combing his fingers through his longish bleached strands pops into his mind, uninvited, but oh so welcome if Robbe’s being honest.

Back in his bedroom, he fishes out the pink t-shirt from the drawer, sending a thank you to the past Robbe who finally did his laundry last Wednesday. His comfort level is up immediately after he takes the green shirt off and pulls the pink one over his head; the material doesn’t dig in anywhere, and it’s just... him. He doesn’t feel like a clown anymore. 

A quick look at his watch and he curses under his breath. If he doesn’t want to be late, he needs to leave in five minutes tops. It’s probably better this way since it means less time for freaking out. Once he sprays a bit of cologne on his clothes and grabs his wallet, he gives himself one last look in the mirror, fingers attempting to tame his curls at least a little, but it proves to be a lost cause. As usual. His hair just has a mind of its own. He doesn’t let himself obsess too much about it though, and as he closes the door behind the flatshare his mind wanders to two weekends ago, the corners of his lips twitching on their own.

  “You look like an angel with those curls. I should get you a halo or s’mthing.”

He’s in his personal space all of a sudden and as Sander’s breath grazes his face, Robbe’s own breath stutters, but the freakout has no time to breakthrough on his features because Sander’s eyes swivel up, glazed with alcohol as he tugs gently at one of the brown strands.

“I really like ‘em, you know? They’re so... silky. And pretty.” A lightbulb goes on in his head, his lips widening in a smile. “You’re so pretty.”

 Drunken confessions never really seemed particularly sweet to him, but with Sander gazing at him like he hung the moon and the stars, his jaw slightly open as if in wonder, it was difficult for Robbe to feel anything else than fondness, heart fluttering in his chest, so enamoured with the boy with white hair that it would have blushed if it could.

That white hair and green eyes have been the main stars of his dreams ever since.

Okay. That’s not entirely true. There were glimpses before that. After all, Sander had been the first thing he noticed at the Academie. But at the time, he had only been his looks to Robbe, golden skin and intriguing smirks, face scattered with moles and legs for days. 

And lips. Lips that looked soft like a rose petal.

He had dreamed about those lips a lot then.

He still can’t believe his brain holds the memory of kissing them with his own. 

Again. Peak boldness for him.

And yet, he’s so nervous now, walking fast-paced to the nearest tram stop, praying his chaotic energy won’t make him look like an idiot once he’s faced with Sander again. His only saving grace, the only reason the full on freakout seems to be kept at bay is the reminder that even though Sander is way out of his league, he’s also a bit of a dork, and that honestly makes Robbe feel better. 

He’s a hot dork though.

But a dork nonetheless.

Deep down Robbe hopes he’s gonna become his dork. 

The city passes behind the window in a whirlwind of colors, creating the perfect background for him to get lost in his thoughts, daydreaming to the sounds of the playlist crafted specifically for him, courtesy of Sander. As Bowie sings about absolute beginners, a notification ping pulls him back from his musings, lips smiling on their own when he sees Sander posted a photo.

And what a photo it is, fuck.

A part of his face, edges smudged with shadows leaving only his eye in focus, dark eyebrow curtained a little with wet bleached strands, everything in black and white aesthetics because Sander rarely does colors, Robbe came to find out. 

  With eyes completely open

But nervous all the same

 He wonders if the lyrics relate to their date or it’s just his wishful thinking.

Quick fingers like the photo and then take a screenshot of his own Spotify to send it to him. Robbe doesn’t have to wait long for the reply, a string of “🤯” blowing up his phone followed by “I’m so proud 🤧”, which again confirms that Sander is, indeed, a dork. 

Robbe shoots him a “😂” and scrolls up a bit to check the address again.

 Robbe: I watched the video

Robbe: It was cool 😎 

Sander: Oh yeah? 

Robbe: But somebody cut me out of it 🤔🙄 

Sander: I told them to, it was too personal 😌 

Robbe: Oh 🙃 

Sander: + You're too pretty for our dumb videos 🤷🏼‍♂️ 

Robbe: 🙈 stop 

Sander: You are 🤷🏼‍♂️

Robbe: You're making me blush 🙊 

Sander: Well good, you're cute when your cheeks are all pink 😏 

Robbe: 🤪 

Sander: But you're always cute so 🤷🏼‍♂️

Robbe: Okay stop haha 

Sander: 😎 

Robbe: Thank you tho 😊 

Sander: You're welcome x

Sander: Now go to sleep, I need you to be rested for tomorrow! 

Robbe: Tell me where we're going 🥺 

Sander: Nope 

Robbe: Please 🥺 

Sander: Nope 😌 

Robbe: How should I know you're not gonna kidnap me or sth 🤔 

Sander: Robin! I would never! 😟😟 

Robbe: Robin? 

Sander: Yeah

Sander: You like it? :) 

Robbe: I think so :)

Sander: Good 😌

Sander: Oranje Street, that's all you need to know 

Sander: Goodnight Bambi Robin 🦌😏 

Robbe: Shdjskahaggfdsk 🙈🙈 

Sander: Hehe

Sander: 😚 

Robbe: 😊

 The Robin part pulls another involuntary grin out of him again, the jitters in his stomach intensifying, but now they’re more anticipatory than nervous. He checks his hair in his selfie camera, running a hand through it to mess it up a little just when his stop comes. 

The neighborhood is busy with the Friday rush and he has trouble finding white hair in the crowd from where he’s leaning on the lantern. Swaying awkwardly he keeps looking around, feeling his stress levels raising with each second and telling himself to get a fucking grip. 

“Hey, Robin.”

His poor heart just can’t catch a break today. 

Jumping a foot above the ground before swiveling around to smack Sander’s chest, the first thing he sees is his toothy grin, face smug at almost giving Robbe a heart attack.

“Asshole.” His grumble is all for show, the corners of his mouth pulling up when Sander presses a soft hello kiss to his cheek.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna scare you.” He could win awards for least sincere apologies ever, but Robbe would lie to himself if he said he didn’t find his playfulness attractive. Also, he’s still trying to get his heartbeat under control that has less to do with actual scare and more with the warm breath grazing his ear and the fanthom feel of lips on his cheek.

“Sure you didn’t.”

Sander chuckles at his deadpan face that lets him know Robbe knows he’s full of shit. Raising his arms in capitulation, he says another sorry before giving him a not so subtle once over, his features softening.

“You look really pretty.” 

His voice sounds uncharacteristically shy, Robbe notices, and he keeps biting his lip nervously. This sudden shyness looks exceptionally endearing on him.

Eyeing his t-shirt critically, he cocks his brow at Sander, hand scratching his head in a self-conscious move. “Thank you. It’s nothing special though.”

“Then I guess it’s just you,” Sander replies, shrugging matter-of-factly, and keeps giving him that charming smile that weakens Robbe’s knees. 

But he still rolls his eyes on him, snorting as he mutters “smooth” to which Sander pretends to hold his chest dramatically, swearing it’s not a line and that he’s being honest.

“Okay, okay, let’s say I believe you,” Robbe gives in after being defeated with a strong case of puppy eyes. “Now come on, tell me where we’re going.”

The faux-serious expression on Sander’s face melts into a full of promise smirk. “Prepare to be mind blown!”

And then he takes off, firing a wink over his shoulder at Robbe who’s gaping at him, flabbergasted. This mixture of confidence and shyness taking turns emanating from Sander has a peculiar effect on him, making him follow the boy without another question. He’s intrigued, curious to find out what’s underneath this cockiness that Robbe has a feeling is all for show, a cover up, but for what he has no clue. 

They fall into an easy conversation on the way to their destination, interrupted with a string of Robbe’s guesses as to what that destination is and Sander shooting him down everytime, his smile getting fonder with each pout directed at him. So far it’s been way less awkward than Robbe feared, familiar almost, safe, melting away the anxious lump in his stomach. The good-natured teasing reminding Robbe of his relationship with Zoe or Milan, only the furtive yet lingering glances they keep shooting at each other when they think the other is not looking the sign of this being more than just a friendly hangout.

“Any plans for the Eenvoud sequel?” They’re crossing the street when Sander asks the question, tongue in cheek, which makes Robbe scowl in disdain. Even though internally he’s pleased Sander went and looked him up online. He was less pleased with the teasing that ensued a few days ago.

  Sander: I had no idea 

Robbe: ? 

Sander: That I'm going on a date with a star 

Robbe: 😂 what 

Sander: Music star 😏

Sander: Or should I say

Sander: Dance star 🤔 

Robbe: Oh fuck 

Sander: You're v e r y talented Robbe IJzermans 

Robbe: Shut uuuuuup 

Sander: 😂 

Robbe: You weren't supposed to see that 😭 

Sander: Why not? You're so cute in it 😌 

Robbe: 🙈

Robbe: Please don't hold it against me 

Sander: Never :) 

Robbe: You're gonna hold it against me aren’t u 

Sander: A bit :D 

Robbe: 🥺 

Sander: But in a loving way! 

Robbe: Guess I have to now go and find blackmail material on your channel 😌 

Sander: As if you hadn't already 😏 

Omg you're so full of yourself 🙄 

Sander: 😛 

Robbe: Should I be expecting hoards of fans throwing themselves at you when we're out? 

Sander: Haha no

Sander: Maybe a few ;) 

Robbe: Great, now I'm even more nervous :( 

Sander: Why are you nervous? 🥺

Sander: Are you nervous about our date?  

Robbe: Well um 

Robbe: A bit? 

Sander: I'm nervous too

Sander: But that's because I wanted to go out with you since I saw you on campus the first day

Robbe: I wanted that too

Sander: Oh 😌

Robbe: Yeah :)

 “Fuck off,” he barks out a laugh, shoving him without much force once they’re back on the sidewalk. Sander pretends to be offended with the attack, huffing and shaking his head, but then bumps him with his hip all the same, smug when Robbe splutters in indignance in turn.

“Keep this up and I’m gonna rethink my forgiveness.” Robbe’s tone is lofty, even if his eyes scream he’s just teasing, an attempt to rile Sander up. 

The boy’s eyes widen comically, hand flying to his chest. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Robin.” 

There’s that nickname again, making his breath catch again, and the only response he can manage now is a flirty smile, or at least something that is supposed to look like it. 

The afternoon heat subsides on their way to Sander’s mysterious place, but Robbe’s still glad he left that green long-sleeved shirt at home when they slow down and Sander turns to him with an expectant look.

“Carnival?”

“I didn’t remember you giving me your number, but I did remember your preaching about cotton candy being the superior junk food,” Sander rushes with an explanation like he feels his choice needs a proper justification. “And it just so happened that a carnival came to Antwerp this weekend. I thought it was a sign?” He scratches his nose, his stance a little unsure as he awaits Robbe’s reaction.

His eyes grow bigger with each passing second until Robbe beams at him and tells him how much he likes the idea. Sander lets out a loud phew, face relieved when they enter the area. The place is packed, but that’s okay because Robbe loves the vibe and how close Sander keeps walking next to him because of it. The loud music is not the best for talking, but they soon find other things to do, marching from booth to booth, getting drinks and trying out silly games, the teasing competitiveness quickly coming out. Sander really wants to win a plushie for him, but he fails spectacularly, his sulking remedied only by a kiss on his cheek. 

Robbe eats his weight in cotton candy, childlike joy on his face while Sander watches amused and keeps calling him cute. The Ferris Wheel was supposed to be their next stop, but when it turns out it's out of service, Sander shoots him a desperate look, apologizing for this lame outcome like it's his fault. But Robbe is having so much fun he barely cares they lost their chance at a kiss on the top, knows the night's still young and they'll get their chance somewhere else.

They try out a few other things, laughing and having a great time together before Sander gets weirdly quiet.

"Do you, um, do you think we can go sit down for a bit? To talk?" Sander keeps avoiding his eyes as he asks, but Robbe doesn't miss the flicker of vulnerability in his face, and he feels his heart jump in his chest. He's a bit taken aback at this gear change, but Sander's clearly bothered with something and he wants to be there for him so he just hums and follows him to the bench outside.

"There's something you need to know."

Robbe steals himself for the worst, muscles tensing as he holds his breath.

“I’m bipolar,” Sander finally blurts out, and Robbe’s heart breaks for the insecurity in his eyes, eyes that are now darting all over his own face, trying to be furtive, yet clearly assessing his reaction. “I just-, I want to be straight with you from the get go cause I feel like this may be going somewhere and I don’t want to lie, or, omit anything.” He pauses, frowning a little as he looks down, and something awfully similar to a broken heart shadows his features. “I don’t ever want to keep it a secret anymore.”

Robbe doesn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue, but Sander misinterprets the silence.

“It’s, um, it’s okay if you don’t wanna get involved with me now or something, I get it, I’m a lot to handle.” Scratching his head awkwardly, his lips morph into a wistful smile, and Robbe knows he needs to put a stop to these thoughts.

“Hey,” he starts softly, waiting until Sander’s ready to direct his eyes back on him. When he does, he shoots a smile at him of his own, but there’s nothing wistful about it. If it matches what he feels, Robbe’s quite sure it’s close to adoration, actually. “Thank you for telling me.” Sander takes a deep breath, sitting straight as if he’s preparing for a rejection. “My mom has schizophrenia, you know?”

Green eyes blink up at him. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Robbe lets his smile widen. “And she’s an amazing mom. She just-, struggles sometimes, and there are days that are really shit days. But I can’t imagine her not being here. Because she’s amazing. And I love her. With or without a mental illness.” He presses his thigh against Sander’s, trying to ease his nervousness as he continues. “I still want to give us a shot. Cause, um, I think that, um, well, you’re really hot, I mean cool, I meant cool, well...” Why does he have to be so awkward? He peaks at Sander after his unfortunate little slip and feels his cheeks flush under his small grin. 

“You think I’m hot?”

Robbe whines in protest because now Sander’s just being a little shit, torturing him even though he knows exactly what his stammering means. 

He hides his face in his hands. “Obviously, since I’m on a date with you, smartass.” 

“It’s always nice to hear.” Sander nudges their shoulders and it makes Robbe look up, just in time for a wink. “Especially from a cutie like you.” He holds his gaze, a small smile playing on his lips, and as Robbe gets drowned in his green eyes, distracted, Sander lifts his hand to push a few locks away from his forehead. The brief contact of his fingertips with Robbe’s skin is enough to raise goosebumps on his skin, and he really hopes Sander didn’t notice, that he doesn’t know how gone he is for him already.

He already mourns the lack of contact when Sander pulls away, something akin to shyness on his face now as he’s fiddling with his fingers, and it’s comforting to see he’s not the only one around here being affected.

It’s what gives him the guts to do what he does next, without second-guessing himself again into a spiral. He gets up off the bench and takes Sander’s hand in his own, their fingers tangling right away like it’s their second nature, and nods in the direction of the sidewalk.

“Come on, I’ll show you my favorite spot around here.”

The initial surprise at Robbe’s bold move is quickly replaced with a beaming smile as Sander squeezes his hand gently and gets up too, laughing when Robbe bumps their shoulders teasingly because hey, he’s still a teenage boy and sometimes likes to act like it. Also, he needs to do something to distract himself from the fact that he’s holding Sander’s hand. The fact he can feel a thumb softly grazing his knuckles, almost absent-mindedly, does not help. He'd think their playfulness and cheek kisses would make it all easier for him, and yet here he is.

He’s feeling carefree and drunk on his feelings and this evening and Sander’s smile and when they get close to the spot, Robbe sets his hand free and jogs over to the small ice cream booth, turning around to do a small “taa-daa!” with a big grin. Sander’s laugh at his shenanigans is music to his ears and he loves how the previous frown is now officially gone from his face, features softening instead, eyes twinkling as he calls Robbe a dork, entwining their hands anew the second he’s in his close proximity. Robbe scoots even closer, like an invisible magnet is pulling them together, getting lost in his presence, the smell of his aftershave that carries notes of citrus and something woodsy, masculine, combined with the intoxicating scent of Sander’s leather jacket. The air changes around them, gets charged with tension, Sander’s face changes too, green eyes darting to Robbe’s lips that get dry under attention, and he licks them subconsciously. Just when Tiana Major9’s voice coming from the booth speaker sings when they collide, it’s a beautiful disaster, their faces tilt towards each other, Sander’s hand reaching up as if to cup Robbe’s cheek.

Robbe barely contains his whine when a loud crash from the booth ruins the moment, catching the same frustration on Sander’s face in the corner of his eye. The loaded silence is buzzing in his ears, nerves picking up and he feels awkward again, not sure whether he should just go for it or wait for a better moment. 

Sander’s chuckle brings him back from his overthinking, smiles crookedly down at him. “Come on, you gotta tell me your favorite flavor.”

His tone is light like the almost-kiss didn’t happen, but the subtle pink at the high of his cheeks gives him away. It looks like the world’s most exquisite blush, blended perfectly with the shade of his skin that has already been painted light golden with the early summer sun rays. It distracts him for a moment, his gaze stuck as his eyes wander slowly from one mole to another, lingering on his lips that are just as inviting as they were a few seconds ago, tempting Robbe to make that move, but then he feels Sander taking his hand again, this time interlacing their fingers and pulling him out of his trance.

Robbe is a vanilla guy and he can see the joke at the hip of Sander’s tongue, but thankfully, the boy refrains from the comment, the huge eyeroll he receives probably stopping him in his tracks, and he only gnaws on his lip, trying to keep the laughter in. He goes for mango, which yuck. Sander doesn’t appreciate his reaction, and they easily slip in the previous banter, ending with him smearing a bit of the ice cream on Robbe’s cheek, lips sucked in as he giggles quietly at his scandalized face.

“You’re such a fucker!” He immediately gets him back for that and they’re close to full on ice cream fight until Sander yells truce, hands protecting his face from the onslaught of Robbe’s sticky hands. Robbe smiles triumphantly at his capitulation, and goes back to licking away at what’s left of his treat.

“It kinda fits you.”

They’ve been strolling along the river for a while now, the full moon shining its light on the side of Sander’s face, making his hair look icy white.

“What?

“The mango flavor.”

Sander furrows his brows in question, waiting for an explanation. Robbe shrugs a little, eyes tracing the soft ripples on the water as he tries to find the right words.

“Mangos have a hard peel, but have a soft inside.”

“Sooo, you’re saying I’m… mushy?” Sander wrinkles his nose at his words and it’s a truly adorable sight.

“No, I’m saying you can seem, um, intimidating and unapproachable, unattainable.” His eyebrows furrow more with each adjective. “But once you get to the inside, so once someone gets to know you, you’re none of these things,” Robbe pauses, swaying their joined hands a little as he peeks at Sander’s face. “You’re nice and sweet and stuff. Even with your edgy black and white aesthetics,” he adds as the second-thought, grinning when he gets a deadpan look in return. It quickly morphs into something softer, beautifully confirming Robbe’s words.

“Okay, let’s say I’m a mango man. In that case, you’re a cutie pie,” Sander says matter-of-factly, always needing to have the last word, and Robbe can only laugh helplessly, trying not to combust under his intense glance. “Also, my black and white aesthetics are amazing, by the way.”

Robbe doesn't dare to argue with that, and he also agrees with the statement so he admits as much, making Sander very pleased. 

They walk way into late hours of the evening, huddling closer together with each passing hour in search of warmth against the coldness of the night, or at least that serves as the main excuse. Sander has him bursting in fits of giggles sharing crazy stories from his shopping assistant job and Robbe finds himself opening up about his videotaping passion, a little shy when knowing about Sander's photography skills, but the boy's eyes shine bright when Robbe mentions it, and he's so attentive and interested in everything he has to say on the topic, of the small details he geeks out about that it makes fuzzy feelings swim rampant in his stomach; it's the kind of attention he's been unknowingly yearning for, and here it is, served on a golden plate and in a package so beautiful it makes him swoon.

And he also walks him home, acting all gentlemanly and offering his jacket when the shivers shake Robbe's body a bit. What a catch.

“So, um,” Sander starts as they reach the front door of Robbe’s apartment building, his face mostly covered in shadows cast by the street lanterns. “Kiss or slap?”

The answer to the question is obvious for both of them, but Robbe can’t stop himself from teasing him a bit, scrunching up his face in a deep thought, eyebrows frowned, making Sander scoff impatiently, which is exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

Still, he needs to push him a bit more. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I should probably go with the slap for that ice cream incident.” Sander plays along, heaving a regretful sigh, before turning those pretty eyes on him, lips in a pout and hands put together in a praying motion.

“A kiss?” Bottom lip juts out and he’s just too cute for words, Robbe dropping his facade immediately, not stopping his beaming smile anymore.

He also can't fucking wait any longer.

“Okay, I gue-”

Soft lips crash into his, not letting him finish the sentence, Robbe’s clumsiness almost making him topple over, but Sander’s there to catch him, sure hands squeezing his hips and sending small shocks through his body. He rests his hand on the back of Sander’s neck, giving in to the need to bury his fingers in that messy blond hair, and he tugs, just a little, but it’s enough for Sander to sigh into his mouth and pull him closer. Robbe loves the reaction, whimpers quietly as he parts his lips just right for Sander’s tongue to slip inside, to tease at the soft skin inside of Robbe’s bottom lip. It’s all over after that, the kiss morphing from something soft and sweet to tongues sliding together, teeth clinking almost painfully in their desperation, the kiss tasting of mango ice cream and cotton candy, and it’s the best Robbe has ever tasted.

It’s better than he imagined, Sander’s hands caressing his sides as he slows down the kiss so sweet and tender, it pulls at every single one of his heartstrings. He can’t believe he has this wonder of a boy in his arms, kissing him so good, making him dizzy.

The kiss stops eventually, but they stay put, as close as before, the tips of their noses grazing against each other, warm breaths and fluttering lashes, fingernails scratching at the skin that’s covered in goosebumps.

“I have to go,” Robbe murmurs between the miniscule space between them, giggling quietly at the immediate frown his words cause.

“Nooooo.” Sander hides his face in his flushed neck, pressing a kiss there too because why not. “I need more kisses.”

And who is Robbe to tell him no, he goes willingly when Sander lifts his chin up for another one, his mouth a little puffy now. He lets him have it, not that it’s any hardship; he’d stay here all night, just lazily sliding their lips together in a never ending dance.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Sander asks when they break apart. “I’d like to introduce you to someone.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You know, he’s very important to me, has been in my life for years so his opinion kinda matters a lot.”

His words take Robbe aback, but he tries not to show his discomfort, even though Sander must have felt how tense his body went. He doesn’t seem to find it weird, his face still smiling as he keeps talking about this he that’s apparently so important.

“I hope he’ll like you. He’s perfect, you know?” Actually, Robbe does not know and he’s getting kinda annoyed. He’s pretty sure waxing lyrical about someone else on a date is a faux pas. “I mean, except for leaving fur on anything he touches.”

What.

Robbe’s eyes swivel up to look at him, the corners of Sander’s lips twitching and his face a picture perfect of impishness. He groans in protest, smacking his chest because Sander did it on purpose to pull a reaction out of him and it’s not fair, damn it. He crosses his arms which proves difficult to do when there are still hands firmly holding his hips, keeping him close.

Sander rests their forehead together, swaying them a little to put a smile on Robbe’s grumpy face. “He’s a Norwegian Forest breed and his name is Major Tom.”

And this time it’s Robbe who has a hard time to keep his giggle in because oh my god, what a nerd.

“I wonder where that came from,” he ponders in a voice as serious as he can manage, but Sander sees right through him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“It’s the bestest name ever, I’ll have you know.”

He gets shut up with another kiss, last one, the sweetest out of all of them. Then, Robbe steps out of his embrace, not trusting himself to end this when Sander's hands are touching any part of his body, and tells him a quiet goodnight, backing into the front door with Sander's soft sleep well ringing in his ears and a huge smile threatening to spread on his face.

Sander: May your dreams be filled with cotton candy 🍬🍭

It only takes a minute for his phone to ping.

And maybe some mangos too 🥭

Robbe: Just need one 😘

White-haired mangos 😘

Goodnight ❤️

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?

Part 21: Introduction

Should I download Tinder?

Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.

I should.

Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.

"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.

No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.

You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.

Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.

Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.

But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..

Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.

Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.

Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.

Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.

Bored, watching movies. You?

You gotta fat ass

Um. Thanks?

Netflix and chill?🙈

Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..

So no chill

No sex, but we can hang out and do something else

After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.

Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.

Erik S, 28

Fucc around and find out

Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.

"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."

---

Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.

Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.

Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.

Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."

Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.

Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.

He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"

"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.

"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"

"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"

"My bad. Lil Bitch."

"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."

"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"

"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.

"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.

"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"

"Damn crush my dream."

"Anyway!"

"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.

"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.

He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.

"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.

Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.

So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.

"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."

Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"

He smirked hitting his super like.

"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.

---

Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.

Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.

Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.

How are you tonight ? Why you up ?

Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.

Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?

The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀

You think you that spicy? 👀

You wanna taste me and see?

Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.

Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.

Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.

You can come, but bring food.

Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈

What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.

What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.

No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.

Maybe you should get a cat..

Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.

Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.

Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.

40 minutes. You like wings?

Parmesan

🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.

Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.

Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie 

Uh uh, you smirk.

We nuh ave dat

That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅

He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.

Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue.  Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.

Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!

"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."

You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.

"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.

"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind.  He talks a lot.

You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..

"Y/N.."

Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.

"Aye..," he waves.

"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.

"You gone let me in?"

"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.

You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.

Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.

You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.

"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.

"You know exactly what I want."

"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.

"Mmm... You got Henny?"

"I have apple juice, tea, water.."

"Ciroc?"

Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."

"Ever?"

You shake your head.

"Damn, Apple Juice."

Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.

"Here ya go."

You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.

"You look uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."

He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"

"I've heard the title!"

"Well pull it up, let's watch it."

Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.

---

"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.

"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.

"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.

"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.

Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.

"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.

Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.

"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."

"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.

"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."

Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.

"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."

"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.

"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.

"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.

"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."

"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.

"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.

"I ask you for one thing."

"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.

He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.

"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.

"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.

She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.

"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.

"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.

"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."

He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.

"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.

"How I'm l-"

"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.

"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."

"I'm not that far."

"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."

Her eyes rolled.

"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"

"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.

He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.

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[katsuflossy]

Misguided Spark

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x black reader

TW: Suggestive themes, some obscenities, Becky

A/n: Why do I always get inspired by Tiktoks 😭😭 but anyways I’ve been giving Mr Bakugo wayy too much attention and neglecting our shocky boy Denki. So please enjoy!!! 💕

P.S. credit to my bb @iiminibattlehero for giving me a title when my brain was pooped😣

You’ve been with Denki for two years. After joining Uravity’s agency, you’ve met the bolt of lightning that struck through your beautiful black heart (this was after many failed pickup lines and one failed date that resulted in your favorite shirt getting seared off.) Denki did nothing to conceal you, in fact, he showed you off despite your protests; the few couples photos on his Instagram told the story of your love life—not secret but it’s none of your business. 

So why do his fans pair him up with every other hero?!

You would’ve understood if he was shipped with his friends and other heroes in the Big Leagues; your reputation being Uraraka’s sidekick had granted you some fame but you hadn’t reached the big pond yet. 

However, his mass of fans and reporters paired him with everyone under the sun—heroes and sidekicks alike—except you. Just last week Mina nearly choked out a reporter because he trailed her during her patrol, asking what she and Chargebolt did last night. Who knew a simple drink with close friends would spread like wildfire over the news. Oh, not to mention you were there too, holding Kaminari’s hand and laying your head on his shoulder. Your brown face and body had been cut out from every magazine seen the next day. The picture of Mina and Kaminari at an older drink night resurfaced on your timeline, showing Mina slapping his back as he choke-laughed on some beer. 

You didn’t tell Denki your insecurities about the whole world romanticizing him with other very pale—except for Mina’s case—heroes. You can picture his exact laugh, his hand falling on your cheek while affirming you had nothing to worry about. You’re his lovely lady forever and always. 

However, tonight was a different kind of irritation.

The bedroom finally fell quiet, your steamy session released the sexual tension during today’s joint practice. Kaminari’s eyes followed your heavenly molded ass all around the gym, and your own followed his nicely sculpted back when it was angled in your peripheral view. The deed was done now. Your finger made pointless drawings on his naked chest as you laid against his stomach, looking thoughtlessly up at him and his blonde glory. Two nude bodies curled against each other in comfortable silence.

At least that was the case until your phone pinged due to a notification. Your phone glowed the Twitter symbol, the only app you used to keep up with the hero scene and news. One glance at the title and you wished you had put your phone on Do Not Disturb.

Chargebolt's with a civilian fiancee?! Read more about the Electric hero dating top American chef, Becky Gudhear, and their secret relationship.

Your lips formed a scowl at the picture. The blond female chef was entering a car as Denki held her umbrella above her head, the rain clattering against the umbrella as he smiled at the lady. Only for you to remember the next two minutes after the photo was taken; Denki snatched you up, running through the rain as both screamed in delight. 

You shot up from his muscular chest, the middle of your brows creased and your brown thumb scrolled through the hashtags. Denki looked at you before going on his own phone.

Deku’s ratty shoes @noticemesemmpai: “I didn’t know Denki liked white girls *this goes completely with my fantasy*”

Ground zero’s harem girl @otakuforevaava: “Not him cheating on Mina.”

Ground zero’s harem girl #2 @lemmebiteacrumbofdatass: “@otakuforevaava Nah, he’s with Jiro. Did y’all not see when she gave him that hug?”

Your eyes darted from one ship to another, none ever mentioning you, before throwing your phone on the mattress. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, removing yourself from its comfort to pace around the room in frustration. Denki cocked a brow at your strange behavior; you weren’t usually this upset and if you were, you’d simply just watch baby videos until you perked up. The screen glowed through the mattress despite being faced down, holding the secret of your furrowed eyebrows and sharp glare. He took up the phone, showing all the news outlets, fan mentions, and titles creating a relationship not with his black girlfriend but with some random lady that he helped out of the kindness of his heart. 

“Damn, they’re really going bonkers over this one act of kindness. Is Chivalry that dead?”

“As dead as their brains are.” You grumbled out, flopping back on to the edge of the bed.

“It’ll die out in a week. Give or take.” 

“Or not at all. They always come back when they spot you 6 feet from this lady, then resurface this same picture or even better crop me out and photoshop her in it!” Your outburst was met with silence and a wide-eyed, very concerned lighting wielder. 

“...but it’s cool tho.” 

“(Y/n)? Why didn’t you tell me this’d been hurting you?” Your gaze averted to your fingers, twiddling as your embarrassment heated your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to because I thought you’d think I was silly for thinking like that. Plus, I was the one that told you that being with a superhero like you will make me look like a whore trying to climb the ranks.”

“Silly? Baby, I nearly threw your teddy bear across the room because it was looking at your ass too much. If anything I’m the silly one.”

“You didn’t nearly throw Parker across the room, you did throw him across the room.” Two pairs of eyes went to the slumped bear at the opposite corner of the room. It’s patched tongue ratty due to the force it was a victim to.

“... And I’d do it again.” Your attempt to sigh only released the giggle in your throat as Denki continued.

“And baby? Fuck what these tabloids are saying. You’re a skillful fighter and Ochaco’s number one sidekick! If that isn’t a fine, brave, amazing woman then I don’t know what is.” Your body tingled in warmth, unable to hide the physical effects of his compliments as wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him straight on his lips.

“Thank you Denki, I really needed to hear that.” 

“Oh, I’m not done yet.” He moved out of your embrace, kneeling to set his phone up on the bedside table. The lamp was used as support, showing the front camera the entirety of the room. 

“Denki? What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry doll, just sit there and look pretty.” He continued to tap against the screen before a familiar symbol popped up.

Tiktok, one of Denki’s favorite apps, met your eyes as it began to start up. Denki was one of the only pro heroes on Tiktok, which garnered him 5.5 million followers, and at least a million views each video he made. He swiped and scrolled until his eyes lighted up.

“Go put on my shirt. I don’t want them seeing any parts of you only for my pleasure.” You raised an eyebrow at the request but still complied. 

“Now come here, sexy.” Your footsteps hesitantly approached his side of the bed, unknowing about what scheme he made up in his brain. You stopped right where the camera couldn’t see you but you were too far for his liking, so he grabbed the plush of your thigh, pulling you close enough to bury his nose into your flesh. 

“That’s more like it. You ready?” 

“Denki I swear to God you better answer me. What are we doing—”

He tapped the screen, unaffected by your threat, and began to record. The beat was all too familiar before your eyes widened and your face erupted in heat. Sex Talk?!

“Aye uh...ahhh.” He wasted no time getting into character, sticking his tongue out as he winked at the camera. Your melanin-rich thigh stared back at you through the phone, making it known that the leg Denki held indeed belonged to a black person. His hand, under the shirt, kept firm on the back of your thigh to ensure that you stayed within the frame as he continued his Tiktok.

“Aye, bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi, real big titties these double DDs.” He sings out the song, pointing to your very exposed thigh. Your face hot, the thought of this going online burned your face with not only embarrassment but also excitement. You buried your face in your hands as Denki skimmed your leg with his nose.

“Mwah…” He pressed his lips against your flesh, the epicenter sending tingling waves through your body as he looked straight up at you. His eyes twinkled with mischief as the sound ended. He grabbed the phone before you could reach it, hitting ‘post’ before you could snatch it out of his hand.

“Denki! Your PR manager is so going to kill me.” You scrolled through his phone frantically; it was already pinging with likes and comments from the video posted just 10 seconds ago.

He plucked the phone from your hands and placed it down on the table.

“Never mind that baby girl. The song said a bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi and I suddenly forgot how that taste. Maybe I should sample you again…” Without ceasing he pressed his lips against yours, ready to start the night off again. 

(H/n)’s footstool @blackshipper: @theeofficialy/n this you? *Chargebolt’s new TikTok*

Chargebolt and (h/n) sittin in a tree @comegetyalljuice: I fucking knew it! (h/n)’s living our Chargebolt fantasy.

Stream Sex Talk by Megan @kpophoebutnotondalow: If your man ain’t kissing up your thigh like Chargebolt did with (h/n), is he even your man?

Mirko’s left rabbit foot @westanMirko: Guys, that’s not @theeofficialy/n, that’s Mirko duh…

You rolled your eyes at the tweet before scrolling through the rest of them. Denki’s chest raised and lowered as he looked through his own phone. Suddenly, you received an email notification. Your eyes widened as you read its body.

“Denki! Some talk show wants us to come in and talk about our relationship. They finally recognize that I’m your partner!” He craned his neck to face you, offering a smirk at your excitement.

“Good, that’ll show Parker who you’re real man is!” The teddy bear stayed in the corner it was thrown, now laying on its side, looking solemnly at the bed. 

“You’re annoying.”

“You still love me though.” A smile spanned your face as you inched closer to Denki’s. Your lips met his in a soft embrace before withdrawing. 

“Yeah, I do.”

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Checkered Skirt

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1330 words

Warning: Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Spanking, Cross-dressing, Use of pet names, Oral sex (male receiving), Pegging, Overstimulation, Sexting at work, Hendery is whiny and horny

A/N: This fic is based on an ask as well as this pic (tho slightly altered). Originally planned to make this a brief drabble but I went overboard again, anyways I hope sub!Hendery feeds the lust of the sub!idol community and mine. 

  When is Mistress coming home to take care of her needy pup’s problems?🐶

  A message from Hendery popped up on your phone screen while you are still bombarded by tedious paperwork you just want to rip through, exactly like how much you want to rip off your boyfriend’s clothes, and his whiny messages certainly aren’t helping.

  Be back in half an hour. Stay put. You warn

  😣😣😣. Came Hendery’s immediate reply. How about this?

  A sinful photo then leaps into your screen, in which Hendery posed in front of the mirror in his black leather collar with “Y/N’s pup” inscribed on it, and he is dressed up in a dark checkered shirt with a matching mini skirt barely covering his crotch, not to mention his hard-on. A pair of black knee-highs accentuated his lean figure wickedly perfectly, and the fact that he is kneeling on the around with his slender legs spread wide open, his hand around his clothed shaft, just fuels your frustration even more.

  Fuck you. You reply, irritated by the provoking sight.

  Language 😜. You feel as if you can hear his mischievous laugh even you are a screen apart. You always disciplined me for this, so why are you breaking your own rule?

  I follow no fucking rules in my house, pet. You sharply retort. But you’re right, you’re so getting properly disciplined again for this. You’d better be in your position once I am home. Understand?

  You then ignore his message affirming your order since you are in fervent need of getting your work done as quickly as possible now, and you swear your fingers have never worked this hastily on your keyboard before. Soon you find a shortcut to complete your workload, and in no time you are at your doorstep, satisfied by the sight in front of you.

  Hendery is on his hands and knees, his barely clad butt poking out as he’s gazing up at you with a naughty glint in those large piercing eyes, as well as a paddle between his grinning lips, his cock glistening with need.

  “Well, well, well.” You crouch down to his level. “Whose pretty puppy is this hmm?” You coo as you take the paddle out of his mouth, grazing his jawline with it.

  Before he can respond, you give a harsh yank on his hair, taking no time to force him up, dragging him to bedside table and quickly bending him over, before securing his torso onto it.

  “You don’t whore up while I am at work.” You hiss into his ear before landing a smack on his skirt-covered flesh with the paddle, the fabric buffering the sensation before he gets the taste of the real deal you’re up to, teasing his senses as well.

  “You don’t talk back to me like you know better than I do.” You chastise in between rough fervent spanks. “Last, “ You lift up his skirt, toying with the hem while caressing his freshly beaten flesh. “your Mistress follows no rules since I am just superior by nature, get it, slut?”

  “Ow-! Y-yes, Mistress-ah!” Hendery’s reply is interrupted by another sharp smack plus a lick on his buttock, as you proceed to suck and nibble on the supple flesh as if you’re enjoying your favorite meal, while your boyfriend is already a moaning squirming mess at the humiliating yet intimate feeling.

  “Mistress hnnnghh you feel so good…ahh...”  

  “Really?” You breath on the back of his cock. “But do puppy whores like you deserve to feel good hmm?” You inquire before lashing out with your paddle again.

  “Ah-no! Ahhhhh...I don’t deserve...ahhhhhh!” 

  “Care to explain why you don’t deserve to be pleasured?” You purr while caressing his hot skin, pinching his inner thigh from time to time, earning grunts from your sensitive boyfriend.

  “B-because I...I’ve been so bad…”

  “Bad is an understatement.”

  “Hahh...cuz I’ve been a horny pup wanking in heat...mmmm” His voice trails off into incoherent noises once you muffle him with a deep kiss, your palm lightly and sensually spanking him as he erotically moans along with each slap.

  “Such a depraved little pup…” You lovingly peck him before untying him and flipping him over on the table. “I’m gonna destroy you until those pretty doggy eyes of yours are all glossy and hazy...crying out to your Mistress for mercy…”

  “Destroy me then. Mistress.”

  You then bend down to moisten his shaft with your tongue, with your fingers busy lubricating his entrance before gradually adding them to stretch him. Hendery’s mesmerized, moaning loudly as he’s both serviced and humiliatingly intruded.

  When you finally reach up to unbutton his shirt, he attempted to take off his skirt. “No, keep that on, I prefer you partially nude, looking so disheveled and vitiated…” You continue as you exposed his nipples, planting sloppy kisses on them with one hand caressing the region still covered by the skirt, toying and pulling with the fabric, while the other hand is still busy fucking him deep and slow.

  Soon you are fully equipped with your strap, driving deep into his prostate with your free hand tangled in his silky strands, pounding into him hard and fast. 

  “F-ffuck puppy harder pleeaase…” Hendery pants as he pleads, fueling your pent-up lust even more as you pick up your pace, causing him to moan out even more lewdly. When he’s closer and closer to his peak, not only did he clench tighter against your ruthless cock, but also his sock-clad legs are wrapped closely around you, the smooth fabric turning you on as you can’t help but compliment how pretty he looks right now.

  “Such a beautiful fucked-out pup…” You lock your gaze with his, watching his expressions that are overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, before diving in for another round of wet sloppy kisses again. Sounds of contacting lips and entwining hips are interspersed by a few smacks on his ass, driving both of you insane and nearing your edge.

  Shoots of hot white liquid are followed by a series of broken cries, but you still relentlessly drill into him like a hungry beast ravishing its first ever meal in days. Hendery’s teary but also surprised gaze locks into yours, yet he can do nothing but indulge in the building pleasure over and over again as he cums twice in the next few minutes.

  “Please...please Mistress I can’t take it anymore...you are too good…”

  “I thought that’s what my filthy pup wanted hmm? Getting its insatiable needs completely filled…” You say as you wickedly pump his now ultra-sensitive dick.

  “Ahh-no! Please Mistress I-I am s-sorry for... riling you up earlier pleeaasee…stoppp” Hendery’s pain is evident in his struggle with words.

  “Really? Isn’t it my puppy who begged me to destroy him?”

  “Y-yes I was a s-slutty pup...but now Mistress please spare me I can’t take no more…” Hendery begs with tears that threaten to fall

  Satisfied with his realization of his proper place, you release your grip on his cock and replace it with soft, reassuring kisses all over his body, before wiping away the excess fluids on his belly as well as his tears, then you go on to remove his cum-stained clothing.

  “This is a reminder that you should never wear skirts again unless you want it wild and rough just like today…” You smirk as you present the dirtied spots on the checkered skirt to him.

  “You’re such an insufferable pervert.”

  “Look who’s talking!” You fail to hide your triumph behind your feigned indignation in your tone, before ditching those clothings in the laundry bin and returning to cuddle with Hendery back on the bed.

  Though there is total silence between you, your now tired boy’s arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time before he finally drifts off to sleep, leaving you mesmerised in thoughts of how lucky you are to have a man that is so compatible with you as your boyfriend.  

[gins-potter]

What are your winx and specialists tattoo headcanons? Who would have tattoos and which one would they have?

Heyo, as usual sorry this took me a little bit but I wanted to properly organise my thoughts and find reference pics as well. and tbh I could end up coming up with more stuff but this is what I have so far.  (under the cut because it ended up kinda long af and tagging @catlliecal​ because she also sent an ask asking for this).

Bloom:

Ok so my headcanons for Bloom’s tattoos have changed a bit over the years 

but at the moment I imagine her with a fairly large hip into thigh, full coverage piece of the Great Dragon

she chose it’s position because i imagine oritel is probably a conservative old man when it comes to tats (even tho i can so see miriam also having a dragon tattoo) so she puts it on her thigh so she can easily cover it by wearing a long dress for royal events

it would probably be in black and white but I can see the Dragon being intertwined with some flowers, probably Daphne flowers for her sister (which you can see in the two images on the right) and I can see those being coloured a pale pink kind of like in the middle reference pic

and because this is the magical dimension i imagine it’s been spelled so while it stays confined to the one area, it can move a little bit and change positions

so because bloom is both a basic bitch and completely extra i totally see her having more than one dragon tat

her second one would be a lot smaller and probably be a lot more simpler in design compared to her thigh dragon, so something more like the top two images in the second graphic

also in all black but maybe spelled to breathe red fire?

and it would also be enchanted so it can fly around her body, and unlike the bigger dragon it’s not constrained to any area - it’s favourite places to be are flying in circles around her wrist or sitting on her left collarbone over her heart

the other two pics in the second graphic are just older ideas i had for bloom’s tattoos, i was convinced for ages she would have it going down her back like the one on the left (i might eventually give this tattoo to either miriam or daphne) and i just love the design of the one on the right so i briefly considered her having like a shoulder/half sleeve dragon

Flora:

all of flora’s would be in colour i think and she would definitely have that sort of water colour effect on them that’s really popular now

her first two are similar in design to the pic on the left and she would have them on either side of her torso, sort of upper rib area, to the side/just underneath her boobs and they’re like a mirror image of each other

these ones probably wouldn’t be spelled to do anything special

the one on her back is similar in design to the pic on the right, but i can see it also being drawn more like a full tree

the writing down the centre would be her and helia’s family names (because i can definitely see them hyphenating when they get married) and then on each leaf is a name, first helia, then each of her children

i’m playing around with the idea of this one being spelled to change with the seasons, the writing would always stay the same, but the leaves change colour and eventually fall off during autumn and then grow back in the spring.

Layla:

for the moment i can actually see layla only having one tattoo

and that’s this yin yang/opposites fish design that you can see in the reference images (they’re all more or less the same i just found too many cute photos)

it’s actually based on a mosaic in the andros castle that layla loves, and she gets it because it brings her peace when she’s feeling upset or anxious about anything

they would be all in white, one fully white, and the other just a white outline

i think the fish would probably be on the inside of her forearm so she can see them and they would be spelled to swim in circles around each other

i can see her maybe getting nabu’s name somewhere after he dies but i’m not 100% sure where she would put it

Musa:

musa’s are actually the hardest to pin down for me just because i can see her having A Lot

like at least one full sleeve and maybe two

one sleeve would be mostly made up of the music notes for a song her dad wrote for her mother before she died and that would run down most of her arm and would be decorated with birds and flowers important to melodian culture (like the flower top right)

like bloom’s hers would be mostly in black with a few pale red and orange accents here and there

the music notes would be spelled so that when you touch them they play the song

her other arm is more just a collection of stuff she thinks is cool or pretty like the bottom two pics or the boxing art below

and i can eventually see her completely filling her arms so the tattoos spill onto her back

Stella:

stella in my opinion just has two

they’re very minimalistic designs, plain black, and on the inside of either elbow

she has a sun for solaria on one side and a moon for celestia (her mother’s home realm) on the other side

the moon tattoo causes quite the controversy when she gets it because some solarians think it isn’t right for their crown princess to show such strong ties for another realm but stella refuses to remove it

they aren’t spelled to move or change or anything but they do have the ability to glow a bright gold at night

Tecna:

like stella, tecna’s tattoos are rather minimalistic as well

but unlike stella, tecna’s are very meme-y

literally

tecna gets a QR symbol on the inside of her upper left arm that when scanned is actually a rick-roll

and she eventually develops a spell for it that allows the QR code to change so that it takes you to whatever meme tecna currently finds the most hilarious

her other tattoo, which is on her right forearm, is written in binary code and no one actually knows what it says

they can never get a straight answer out of tecna about what it is, and everytime someone asks her she tells them something different, so they assume it’s meme-y like her other one

but actually it’s a short sappy quote that reminds her of timmy but she’ll never admit it to anyone

(don’t ask me what that quote is i haven’t decided yet)

that one has a simple spell on it that makes it look like someone is typing out the code over and over again

kind of like musa i can see tecna having more tattoos than this, i just can’t decide what they would be, but i think they would all follow the same simple, minimalistic design

Specialists:

it was hard for me to find reference pics i liked for the guys so i’m just going to give a brief description of some of the tattoos i think they would have

i don’t know if i’ve written about this on tumblr before, but i have a long-held headcanon that heros have a big tattoo culture:

getting their first tattoo is part of their graduation ceremony from red fountain

they’re encouraged to get tattoos that remind them of their family/friends/loved ones - some yada yada about remembering who they’re fighting for when facing evil forces

and it’s very common to honour fallen team members by getting a tattoo of their name or something that reminds them of the person

Sky:

sky’s tattoos are mostly on his chest and back

his graduation tattoo is an eraklyon prayer of protection that runs down his spine

he doesn’t get any other tattoos after that until nabu dies which is when he gets his friend’s name on his ribs (right side) and that’s where he adds other names of fallen friends/team-mates

later after he and bloom get married he gets her name on his left pec (right over his heart the big sap) and then adds his kids names beneath it after they’re born

none of sky’s tattoos are spelled or enchanted

Brandon:

brandon’s grad tattoo is a list of his siblings names on his left forearm and Stella’s name on his right arm

eventually, like sky, he also gets his kids names added to stella’s

all his name tattoos are individually spelled to burn really hot when that person is in trouble

brandon struggles to decide for a while where to put nabu’s name but eventually decides on the centre of his back because he likes to think that wherever nabu went after he died, he’s still there in spirit watching his back

Riven:

riven shocks the fuck out of everyone when he graduates and gets the red fountain school motto (”live with courage and die with honour”) tattooed in giant fuck off lettering across his shoulders

they all figured he lowkey hated red fountain and maybe he did at first because come on he’s a rebel without a cause at what is basically a military school, of course he kinda hates it there

but he also acknowledges that red fountain more or less turned his life around as well as brought him into contact with the people who eventually he comes to regard as family (much more than his biological one)

like musa i can see riven getting a bunch of other tattoos just because they look cool and putting them all over his arms, chest, and back

but his right bicep would be reserved for tattoos of his fallen friends

unlike sky and brandon he doesn’t get names however, but instead gets symbols, the first being a likeness of nabu’s staff after he passes

Helia:

helia i think would have all of his on his back because he understands the importance of having them but also doesn’t need to see them every day

his grad piece is kind of unorthodox because he gets his favourite line of poetry to remind him that there’s still beauty in the world even when he’s facing evil

later i feel like he would get something like outstretched bird wings just below it

and under that he gets nabu’s name in really nice script

Timmy:

timmy is probably the least prone to tattoos of the group and he has to think for a long time on what to get for graduation

and people assure him that he doesn’t actually have to get one just because most everyone else is

but eventually he decides to get a small coloured blaster on the inside of his elbow

when he was in freshman year at red fountain he was lowkey ashamed when all his classmates took to using swords almost straight away while he preferred using his gun because he thought it meant he lacked the physical strength and courage to use a short range weapon

but he slowly came to realise that it wasn’t a weakness, but just that he had different strengths to his friends and classmates and that wasn’t a bad thing

so he decides that’s a good thing to remember

and when nabu dies again he debates whether or not to get a tattoo commemorating him but ultimately decides he will and gets ‘his name written near his blaster

[mcrmadness]

Madness draws: Behind the Scenes of the “Alleine in der Nacht” die ärzte fan comic.

A few weeks ago I posted this comic:

This post is yet again just another drawing behind-the-scenes post but You can go and reblog the original post here.

And as always, all my ramblings are under the cut!

This one was relatively easy to do because I just woke up one morning and internally died from laughter because this idea just happened like a random pop up window in my brain. I wrote it down to my phone notes and later on also into my sketchbook:

I was laughing out loud when I was drawing those images, Bela’s face still is cracking me up :D And because I’m yet again trilingual with my comics, there’s only one word in my mother tongue and it’s: Bela laulaa = Bela sings.

And other fans might recognize the lyrics of the song, I needed to write them down in order to decide which ones would fit the comic the best.

This one is then again me trying to see how it will fit on a A4 paper. Originally I saw it in my head more like a short, regular comic strip with 3 panels but somehow I couldn’t get it to fit into 3 panels. And 4 panels was too many in a row so I decided to go for a full page then. That caused bits of trouble to me because I normally don’t draw the comic book faces THAT big and it’s surprisingly hard to draw them in bigger scale. (With pencil drawings it’s the opposite, the bigger the better. It’s much easier to draw an eye the size of a finger instead of a size of a tip of a needle.)

Here’s the first sketch! Just the shapes to see how and what I need to draw. Sorry for the awful photo quality again, my phone’s camera has really gotten really bad after these 3 years of use...

Anyhow, the third panel caused me some troubles because I knew how I wanted Bela’s arms and hands to be but I didn’t see them that good in my head so what I did next was to try different postures into my sketchbook:

I also tried this foreshortening technique I saw in a video of after a Tumblr post, even tho I don’t find that too hard to do myself anymore but it was still interesting and can really help making the eye and brain to see the image in 3D. So here I finally figured that I wanted Bela to have is arms like he was singing something very theatrically. I think it turned out pretty good.

Next I struggled with the bedsheets and I figured that I am a bit too good at blocking out information when I draw because I tried to draw unmade beds from reference photos and I’m able to follow a line but also able to completely not see any other lines around the line I’m following. Like I’d often follow a line to somewhere and suddenly notice that wtf there’s SO MUCH MORE lines all over the place in the photo but I just did not see them.

^Here’s two pages in my other sketchbook that I got for the comic stuff especially because the paper is actually white. The bigger sketchbook has light yellow tint to the paper so it can mess up with the colors when I need to try out and look for perfect colors from the colored pencils. (This sketchbook is also smaller aka A5 because Derwent sketchbooks are expensive but this was the only A5 one with a bit grainy paper in white. The A4 one is cheaper and from Mont Marte.)

After a while I was done with the besheet and the rest of the second sketch. I don’t have a photo of the comic with just the lineart, only a photo where the first panel is already colored and now I actually need to talk about the coloring.

That caused me lots of trouble because I really love playing with lights and shadows in everything (drawing, photographing... everything) and I do know how to do the night effect in black and white, but I have only once before done that with colors and it’s never that easy. Plus that one was my first comic when I started drawing again in 2018 and it was not that good to begin with.

I run some tests with the pencils, as well as some shading tests:

Käsi = hand, iho = skin. I use Derwent Flesh Pink (I have a 72 set of Derwent Watercolour pencils) for the skin color and was then trying out other colors to see which one would look the best for shading. It was actually really difficult to do and my sister suggested that I’d use only cold colors but like... how do you use cold colors on a skin without making the character look dead? :D

I imagined that there’s a moon shining in from a window that would be behind the “camera”. I almost ruined the first panel because I wasn’t exactly sure what was I even doing and what did I want from the colors:

Here’s the lineart and almost finished first panel in colors. I really liked the lineart and this would have looked so nice in black and white too, maybe even better. But I just saw that blue background so strongly in my mind that I just had to go for it.

The first panel was really difficult to do like I said and I almost ruined it at some point. But it also taught me something because with the rest of the panels I knew to start with the skincolors and end with the black (I started the first panel with black, I think... kids, never do that, always start with the light colors! :D) and I think the last panel is the best what comes to the colors in the final comic. I also added light blue here and there to make it look more like the colors of a moon at night:

I’m actually very happy with all of the other colors in this panel! It also reminds me of a book I had and used to read as a child. It was about this girl that went to an appendix surgery and all the images were drawn with either colored pencils, pastels or crayons and it looked grainy the exact same way as this one too. It also had lots of red and orange and brown colors in it. (I wonder if I still have the book here...)

Then there’s also the title and “Das Ende”. Originally I was going to do the late 80s logo they have e.g. on the 80s live vhs/dvd but then I just saw another post in my dä blog’s queue and I just needed to do this logo instead!

I had just a couple of weeks prior ordered a pack of white Sakura Gelly Roll pens and needed to test what would make the best compination and with which black!

I also had bought a white paint pen but it’s useless. As you see, it just looks grey after it dries and it just... doesn’t look nice. Plus it takes so much time to dry AND it’s extremely messy and I have paint more in my hands and a puddle on the paper but barely none where it should be. So my choice for the logo was to use either Pigma Microns or Promarkers (I think I chose the latter) and the thickest Gelly Roll aka 10. This was the result:

And I’m actually super happy about how it came out! Couldn’t do that good looking spots on the letters because can’t make splashes with a gel pen so I did a few bigger ones here and there and then just poked everywhere with the pen to make it look more random. You can actually see how it’s slightly whiter than the paper if you look closely, but it’s not too strongly whiter so it looks pretty nice like this.

So, this was less work than the “Widumihei” one but it was also an interesting piece to draw. And I think I have now this comic drawing more freshly in mind so that drawing the next ones (there’s three waiting for sketching already) will be much easier as well :)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #326

“life by life  /  waste to waste  /  i'm the harbinger: the master of decay”

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Do you mean like, for the wedding? Probably the venue. Or possibly the photographer. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No. What’s something you complain about frequently? My legs. Are you afraid of falling in love? Very. Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? Not very. Do you hate it when people smoke around you? Very much so. Do you own anything that is special edition? Yeah, things like DVDs. Do you have any funky bookmarks? I have this one meerkat bookmark where the image moves when you tilt it. Did you ever watch Pokemon? Hell yeah I did. Are there more females or males in your family? Females. Does anyone in your family snore loudly? My mom does due to having gerd. Dad did too when I actually lived with him. I wouldn't know nowadays. Do you own a camera tripod? Yes. Did you ever believe in mermaids? No. Have you ever purchased alcohol? Yes. Any essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? Similar interests, like being a metal fan and gamer especially, as well as a serious animal lover for sure. Any romantic gestures you really like? Okay if someone did that little bow thing while reaching out for my hand to dance, I'd melt, lol. I also appreciate love interests holding open doors, SHOWING INTEREST IN HOW I FCKN FEEL, asking permission before doing anything in sexual exploration, stuff like that. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one? Yep, not sharing those lmfao. Have you ever been in love? Twice. What is your favorite/least favorite word? My favorite is "serendipity/serendipitous," and my least favorite is "retarded." Have you ever been skinny dipping? No. If I actually had a body I was confident in, I probably would in privacy tho at night lmao. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Oh yeah. What is your favorite thing to do? Probably RPing with my favorite OCs when I'm in a really creative mood and during a great scene. Did you go to your senior prom? Yeah, I did. Prom's honestly pretty damn overrated, but I did it and his senior prom anyway. It's the picking out a beautiful dress and taking pictures that I loved. What did you do after graduation? I don't remember. We probably went out to eat or something. Favorite home cooked meal growing up? Spaghetti. What item most embarrasses you to purchase? Nothing, really. Do you give cards to people for holidays or events? No. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. Uhhhhh idk. Name two things you put whipped cream on? I hate the texture of whipped cream. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? Sometimes if I want a snack but am trying to be healthy-ish, I'll eat just a scoop. What was the last pill you took for? Pain. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? Loose, 100%. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? Meerkats grooming. I did it in high school on a large piece of burlap. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? "Take It Like a Woman" by Alice Cooper, for one. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? Very smart, sweet, friendly, and nice. Game you were best at in PE/gym? Pf, none. Obsession from childhood? Dinosaurs and Pokemon. Best way for someone to bond with you? Let's talk about deep stuff regarding the world or about how awesome animals are. Top 5 favorite Vines? Oh boy. There are just way too many. I'll try to name a few: 1.) the "I can't find my berries" saga guy; 2.) *in drive-thru, asked what he would like to order* "I wanna FUCKIN DIE"; 2.) "i cOUldA DROPpeD my CroISSAnt"; 3.) "it's Wednesday, m'dudes"; 4.) "a d a m"; 5.) "I WON'T HESITATE, BITCH." God, I miss Vine. What is the first meme you remember seeing? Holy cow, I have no idea. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Fantasy. Favorite tradition? Dressing up for Halloween, even though I don't do it anymore... Talent you’re proud of having? Writing. Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz was unbeatable. I was obsessed. Any good luck charms? I don't believe in those. Favorite potato food? French fries. Tell me the color of your eyes, without using the name of a color: Uhhhh a cloudy sky right before rain? Ever been through a goth phase? Goth is my fucking AESTHETIC. I wish I could afford a truly gothic wardrobe, because you bet your sweet ass it's all I'd wear out. Can you remember your first phone? If so, what kind was it? I think so? It was a Blueberry, I believe. Who is your favourite character from Alice in Wonderland? Obviously the Cheshire cat. What is your favorite type of YouTube video to watch? Lately, it's been tarantula and snake channels/pet YouTubers. I still think my overall favorites are let's plays, but right now it's just stepping back a bit. What’s the next project you are excited to start? I have this pretty cool drawing I wanna do of a morbid meerkat doing a big toothy smile, doing a peace sign (but his fingers are syringes) with a crown blinking over his head. Inspired by the "Professional Griefers" lyric of "lab rat king." I just really wanna make it perfect and am procrastinating in fear of failing... Have you ever experienced a miracle? I don't think I believe in miracles. What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Alessandra, Justine, and Chloe, to name a few. Which did you like better: high school or college? High school, at least in most ways. What is the theme of your bedroom? It doesn't have a theme. My interests just kinda threw up everywhere, haha. Have you ever lived in a dorm? No. Were you raised religious? Yes. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? I don't have to do taxes yet. What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? Venus was the first big thing, I think. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament: I don't know what that would be, honestly. We have so very many. What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Dad's always been a mailman, and he also had a second job as a carpenter for a while. Mom worked with special needs children at my elementary school as a teacher assistant. She also worked at the hospital at one point, doing some computer work. I don't remember her actual position. Are you taller than your mom? We're the same height. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Sure, that's not a big deal to me. Last reason you went to the ER? For myself, a suicide attempt/overdose. What was the last word document you typed? This survey, actually, so I could save progress as I combine them. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? Global warming. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? An apple. I wanted apple slices with peanut butter. What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack? Holy SHIT that is impossible. Maybe the devil cakes, but I really don't know. I love most of them. Do you/your family buy loaf from the bakery or bagged on the shelf? Bagged. White, wheat or other? Mom buys white bread, but my favorite is pumpernickel. What was the last non-fiction book you’ve read? (Not a school textbook!): I ain't got a clue. I don't really read non-fiction. What color are your headphones/earbuds? These are blue. Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public? Yep. Thankfully, I don't snore. Do you feel guilty about killing bugs? Yep. How do you feel about coconut? Not a fan. ^ Ever cracked one open? Ha, I've always wanted to. Who did you last worry about and why? My mom. She's getting a CT scan ASAP due to chronic headaches and stomach pain, so I'm worried her cancer might be re-emerging. When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? I don't know; I struggle to do this. If I don't like something, my face shows it. I can't help it. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never. Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? No. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? N/A If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you chose? I don't know. Real talk, I find most luxury brands to sell pretty ugly stuff... Do you like candy canes? Yeah. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yes; one is my landlord. What color was the dress you wore to your senior prom? It was black. Ever go to another school’s prom? No. Do you like burning candles or incense? I love incense. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do in there? When I used to live in the woods, I did every now and then to take pictures. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? Single, but that would be so romantic. /swoons How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was this emo/metalhead/goth creature. What is the best present you have ever received? My dog Teddy. <3 What is the best present you have ever given? I put the most effort into a scrapbook thing of well over a hundred reasons I loved my then-boyfriend Jason. Even though we're done, I honestly hope he still has it, just to remember. What is the best surprise you have ever had? Sara's parents paying for a flight up there to be with Sara for her birthday. Have you ever been robbed? No, thankfully. Ever kiss someone on the first date? No. Ever sleep with someone on the first date? Definitely a nope. Ever give someone a wrong phone number on purpose? No. What’s the strangest thing you have ever witnessed firsthand? I have no idea. It's... very morbid, but possibly dogs twitching after being euthanized. Seeing Teddy do it was such a strange, painful experience. Like there was still life in there... even though I know it was just his nerves doing their final hoorah and he was already dead. Ever seen a psychiatric ward? I've been in a mental hospital five or six times, so I'm uncomfortably familiar with them. What is the last thing you did that you didn’t want to do? Group therapy. I'm really burning out on it. Thankfully, I don't have it on the weekends. What is the last thing you convinced someone else to do? I dunno. If you could live in a different time, would you? When? Nah. Do you prefer to sleep alone or with someone else? Sleeping alone is more comfortably physically, but I usually prefer sleeping with a partner because there's this amazing feeling of safety, love, and companionship. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. Do you prefer cold air and blankets, or warm air and no blankets? Cold air and blankets by ten miles. I can't sleep if I'm even remotely hot. How often do you dust? Sigh, not as much as I need to. What is the most "extreme" activity you have ever done? I haven't done very much that fits that description... so idk. Dr. Pepper or root beer? Dr. Pepper. I hate root beer. Last room you cleaned? Mine. Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? Checked into the doctor's office by myself, haha... Talk about sad. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? It's not my business to actually share those pictures, but I can describe them. I fucking ADORE this candid photograph I took of my mom laughing; I will forever cherish it. It's morbid to think about, but it's absolutely a picture I'll frame of her once she's passed away. I don't have many pictures of Dad, but I do really like this picture we took together at Red Lobster once. Are you subscribed to anything (Magazines, monthly boxes, streaming sites, etc.)? Mom pays an Adobe Creative Cloud photography bundle subscription for me, but that's it. Last TV show series you finished? Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. It was a rewatch for me, but she'd never seen it. What’s something exciting that’s happened to one of your friends recently? A childhood friend got engaged a few days back. Do you have any board games? If so, where do you keep them? We have a few somewhere. What were the last things you glued together? I don’t recall. What are your friends’ pets’ names? I'll just use Sara here since she's my best friend. She has two family dogs, Buster and Beesly, a cat named Winter, four ball pythons named Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, and Jane Marie, and Doris, a bearded dragon that I personally adore most. :') What all did you do today? I played World of Warcraft early this morning, but not for very long. I've been in a phase of being very uninterested in it lately. I've mostly just done surveys... lots of surveys. I'm just in the mood to. I've also been listening to music and watching John Wolfe play Amnesia: Rebirth periodically. If you live in a house, how many floors does it have? If you live in an apartment building, how many units does it have? It's just one floor. Would you like to live in a world with mythical creatures, even if they turned out to be evil or dangerous? Honestly... I probably would, haha. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? Never, I think and hope. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? Eggs or oatmeal. Not really. What do you think of people who purposefully train their dogs to fight or to be aggressive? They're fucking garbage human beings. If you suffer/have suffered with acne, do you squeeze your spots or do your best to just leave them be? Ugh, I was so bad (and still am if something pops up) about picking at it. Does your father have any hobbies? What are they? Sure. He loves sports, fishing, idk if he still plays video games, fantasy football... and I can't forget playing with his grandkids. It's hard for me to know all of them when I don't live with him and see him rarely. What did the last face mask you wore look like? It was just a white cotton one. Is there a specific song that you always request at parties? What is it? I don't go to parties. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Write it. Have you ever had any really infected injuries? I've had infected piercings as well as a badly infected pilonidal cyst. Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No. Are you popular on any websites? No. What was the last song you listened to? Aaaaand now I'm hooked on "NIHIL" by 3TEETH. Are you currently texting anyone right now? No. When was the last time you played jump rope? Yikes, probably not since I was a kid. I used to love it. Who was the last person you offended? I dunno. What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? Not early. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? I know trans people who have, yes. Do you know anyone who has been on life support and survived? No. At least, I don't believe so. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? They're divorced, and Mom at least can't stand him. Dad doesn't really care. Do you ever feel like you’re sharing too much about yourself online? Oh, I absolutely used to. I still might, idk. I've tried to reel it back some. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Eight, but they're just small, vertical rectangles stacked together, so it's not as revealing as it sounds. What was the last necklace you wore? My spiked choker, I think, for pictures. Or maybe the one I have with a bunch of big silver skulls. Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? I don't think so, no. Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? My half-sister on Dad's side that I've never met. Have you ever been in an abandoned house? A shack, yeah. Do you like art? I positively adore it. I could NOT imagine life without it. How about theatre? I don't care for it. Have you ever made breakfast for someone? Yes, for Sara. Do you talk to your crush? If you have one. Yeah, she's my best fren. If yes, what do you usually talk about? Nowadays I ask her almost daily how she's doing in regards to her progress of recovering from both serious physical and mental stressors. I try to always be an available ear if she ever wants to vent. Would you rather read or watch a video about something? Watch a video. In what ways have you fulfilled some of the hopes and dreams you had as a teenager? I've fulfilled none of those. What’s one stressful thing you’ve been trying to deal with lately? How have you been dealing with it? Inexplicable, chronic boredom/serious anhedonia. I've just... put up with it. I get pleasure out of essentially nothing most days, and it sucks big time. I just try to distract myself and force myself to do things I usually love, though I've been bad about actually succeeding in making me do said stuff... Is there a regional chain of store/restaurant/etc. in your area that you feel very loyal to? MOTHERFUCKIN BOJANGLE'S, BITCH. You think YOU have good fries somewhere? Oh hunny, sit down. Oftentimes, people warn us against getting tattoos or body modifications or dying our hair unnatural colors because we could be judged poorly for them. But has a more “alternative” look ever worked out in your favor? Well, I like myself better with my piercings and tattoos, and that's all that really matters to me. Do you have any daily routine/habit of that you’re really proud of keeping up? No. .-. Pick one of the following activities to do in a forest (assume you would be equally good at each one of these): Foraging for mushrooms, identifying trees, searching for specific types of bugs, trying to build something out of fallen branches and logs. Searching for bugs w/ my camera!!! But that all sounds fun. What’s the hardest class you’ve ever taken? My most recent math course that I failed horribly.

[yourcutestnightmare]

Cam

Hello, this is my first smut so please tell me some constructive criticisms :)

Warnings- smut, Daichi peepee, spanking, asphyxiation, daddy kink, plot twists 

You scratch the wood chips off from the side of your desk as Mr.Takeda continues to ramble on about your homework. 

School has been a spiral of stress for a while now and you're just waiting for your big break, aka going home to your online job. Things at home have felt like a big, for a lack of better words,  “release” ever since you started this job. Things just don't seem to be getting better in your classes and it really put a toll on you as a person and how you've been acting. You feel lost in a spiral of emotions knowing that you could be doing more- 

“(Y/N).” Mr,Takeda called for your attention with a look of slight annoyance across his features.

“Repeat everything I just told the class, please.”

Your ears turn red in embarrassment and you start mumbling something under your breath. A couple seconds of awkward silence pass and you know you're fucked.

“See me after class.” He says with a stern look before turning back to the rest of the class and finishing his long and quite frankly boring speech. 

The class is dismissed and you stay behind, head in your hands, feet fidgeting in terror. Now you were always the least likely to get in trouble in that class. It just wasn't for you. The people that usually get in trouble are two girls and a group of three guys from volleyball.

Mr.Takeda talked to you about your focus in class to which you made a terrible excuse to, that he somehow bought. He dismissed you and you ran out the classroom and to the parking lot to look for your friend Kenma. His spot was empty so you got the hint that you took too long and started walking home until a car pulled up at your side. You started to walk faster and braced yourself to start running before the tinted window rolled down to show a boy from Mr.Takeda's class. His name is Daichi, you have only talked to him a couple times before but he was pretty nice for someone that looks kind of intimidating. You were merely acquaintances.

“Hey! I saw Kenma leave and I figured I'd give you a ride since you've had a hard day.” He holds his breath before saying more.

“I uh- I saw what happened in Mr.Takeda’s class so this passengers seat is all yours if you want to dodge this rain.”

You put your palm out and feel droplets of rain hit your skin so you nod at Daichi and he pushes the sleek black door open for you. You get in his car with little to no second thought and lay your bag at your feet.

“Thank you for the ride…” You say quietly as you put your hands down at your lap.

“It's no problem.” he says with one hand up to contest your statement. He moves into another lane with one hand as you sit in the passenger's seat quietly. The light turned red and he rested his large hand on the clutch and his quiet whistles filled the car as he tapped to the beat of the radio on the steering wheel. He turned to you and cut the awkwardness with a question.

“So uhh, where do you live?” He asked almost unfazed by your nervousness combating his intimidating stature.

“Right up here…” You replied before he drove into your street and turned at your every command until you got to your destination.

You got out of his car and walked to your front door sticking your key in and turning to see him wave goodbye with a genuine smile. “What a nice guy.“ You said dropping your bag to the floor and slipping your shoes off at the front door before skipping over to your room and opening your laptop. Loud male moans were heard as you rushed to close the tab to your favorite porn website. “You are so lucky I’m home alone right now.” You threaten at your laptop with a giggle.

 Getting ready for work was always a long but fun process. These people would pay for you to wear anything at this point. You start changing into the first nude order of the night and take some half naked photos before finishing the rest. By the time you're done it's already about 12.  You took a break and watched a show before getting a dm.

Sawachi1: Hello, I was wondering if you do private shows?

You scoffed and typed no before sending it and exiting out of the tab. You went back to your break before getting another dm 2 minutes later. You rolled your eyes and opened it to see a rather intimidating proposition.

Sawachi1: Look sweetheart, I'll pay any amount you want as long as it's not some crazy sum of money.

Your mouth watered at the thought of money with the pleasure of not having to show your face and getting off to someone so desperate to see your naked body. You hesitated before sending back a reply.

Username: Fine. Pay me now tho.

Sawachi1: That's not a problem, babygirl. How much do you want?

You felt butterflies in your stomach at the pet name as you replied the hefty number of 500 for half an hour. Within 3 minutes your bank account was 500 dollars fuller and your heart was pounding. You got ready for the private masturbation show and called your customer. He answered and was shown on screen in baggy athletic shorts and a large white shirt. You wondered what he looked like considering that the camera cut off at his pecs. The stranger got your heart pounding and he hasn't even spoken yet. You said hello and started complimenting him to get him bashful and easier to serve. He rubbed at his shoulder as he blushed while you found different things to compliment him on. You started turning the compliments sexual to which he clearly enjoyed.

“Look at you and your beautiful body, baby. I wonder how it would look on top of me~” You flirted. “Don't get shy now~” You whined with a giggle. “What do you want to be called?” You asked to which he replied, “Daddy..if that doesn't bother you.” His voice sounded oddly familiar but you continued on with the show. “Anything you want, daddy~” you flirted. “Attagirl~” he growled out slowly while starting to palm at his cock through his shorts. You started to strip for him and execute every command he gave you. It was thrilling being controlled by this attractive stranger. Being called pet names when he liked something you would do. He told you things you could only imagine in your wet dreams and would threaten to punish you if you even dared to touch yourself.

He watched as you suffered and he continued to grow in his shorts to almost no limit. He took his shirt off and you saw his abs, making your mouth water just thinking about the bigger picture. 

“Sit up, babygirl.” He commanded. “Get on your knees and beg to see this cock and i'll think about giving it to you.”

You were wetter than ever before. Whos private show was this anymore? You sat on your knees and begged to see his cock. He laughed feeling a sense of power over you and told you how he would love to pound into your naked body as your pussy made noises you could never imagine. You rubbed your thighs together desperate for friction. He didn't like that one bit.

“Do you want to get spanked or what.” He said in a frustrated tone. “You have no idea how bad i want to fuck you senseless right now, princess. Wait until we meet up one day because you can't take this cock out of your mind, sweetheart~” 

He pulled the waistband of his shorts over his member. His cock sprang up to his stomach and your jaw dropped open. That had to be 8 or 9 inches. He was able to talk it up and not disappoint and that was a big turn on. He started moving his large hand up and down his thick shaft before commanding you once more.

“You can touch yourself now, princess.” He allowed.

He got comfortable and moaned lightly at the feeling of precum oozing out of his swollen head. You leaned back to get in frame before accidentally kicking your webcam and showing your face. His movements stopped as he got a better look at you which entailed showing his face as well.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned in shock. “Wha- why? Why you? How does this even happen?!” He panicked and tucked his member back in his shorts. Your mouth hung open in shock and you hung up. “It’s two in the fucking morning and i just saw Daichi’s dick...on accident!” You registered still in shock. You tried to just go to sleep to no avail. How was school going to be tomorrow? What would you do? You obviously can't skip because you're already failing.

~

The next day came and you got ready for school, shaken up about the whole situation. The day went by pretty fast and before you knew it you were in Mr.Takeda’s class. You shook your leg with anxiety as you felt Daichi burning holes in the back of your head. He was oddly quiet today. Daichi was never someone to get into drama or relationship rumors and now that you know his night time habits, you have an idea as to why. You giggled at the thought and of course your teacher heard it.

“(Y/N), stay after class.”

Not again. You can't go through the same lecture for being out of it when there was so much on your mind. Maybe Daichi was right. His dick was very memorable indeed. The class was dismissed and you stayed in your seat. Daichi took his time leaving the class kind of sad that you didn't even look at him today considering how intimate you two were the night before but he knew it was for the best. The usual happened with Mr.Takeda and you rushed out of the class to Kenma’s parking spot to see it empty. Today was the worst day for that fucker to ditch you so he could go hang out with Kuroo. You started rushing down the sidewalk home hoping not to see Daichi. A car pulled up at your side and to no one's surprise it was Daichi the web horndog himself.  

“(Y/N)! Get in the car please.” He begged.

You kept walking before he said something that pulled at your heartstrings.

“Come on, babygirl. You know I care about how you feel.” He admitted.

You stopped walking and turned towards his car heart racing.

“Please, let's talk about this. It doesn't have to be awkward.” He sighed.

You opened the car door and got in, in silence which lasted until he got to your house and parked in your driveway. You had no idea where to start.

“So...how was your day?” Daichi asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Daichi.” You say seriously, scaring him a little.

“I'm sorry okay, i just don't want things to be awkward between us.” Daichi states.

“Why are you apologizing, I'm the one who accepted the offer anyway.” You counter.

“Well umm...can i have my money back?”

“Are you serious right now Daichi.”

“What! We never finished!” He protested.

“It's not about the money Daichi! You can have it back but what do i do?! I saw your dick!”

Daichi held back a laugh and decided to make a snarky comment.

“It's big isn't it…” He teased, trying not to laugh.

“I’m so fucking done.” You opened the car door and got out, Daichi following close behind.

“Come on (Y/N), it was a joke. I'm sorry for not taking this seriously.” He said as you unlocked your front door while he pleaded.You walked in and tried to close the door on Daichi but he stuck his foot in the open space. He looked at you with apologetic eyes and you decided to let him in. Daichi walked in your house and looked around as you rambled on about how crazy the situation was and how you were going to leave the country.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Daichi encouraged.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!” You yelled stressfully. Suddenly everything went silent and Daichi was in front of your face. He wrapped a finger on the bottom of your chin and angled your head up so you were looking at him before dipping down to your ear.

“What are you going to do if i don't...babygirl~ “ He hissed.

That name did things to you that couldn't be explained. Your pupils dilated and your eyes got glossy. Daichi sat back on the couch and you straddled his lap. The noise of heavy breathing and a sloppy makeout session filled the room as you and Daichi unleashed everything pent up from the night before.

“Follow- me-” You panted, getting up and leading Daichi to your room by hand.

Once you got there he pushed you back onto the bed and took his shirt off, throwing it to the side. Daichi watched you pull your shirt over your head and started to unbuckle his belt. “Turn around, princess.” Daichi started to unhook your bra with his mouth and feel on your breasts from behind. “Are you ready, babygirl?” You moaned lightly and he wrapped his belt around your neck and pulled, making you jerk back into his chest with a loud gulp. “Does this feel good baby?” He asked while twisting his wrist and wrapping the excess belt into his hand so you could barely breathe. Daichi pushed your face into the mattress and roughly tore your pants down your legs before planting open mouthed kisses to your thighs. You moaned lightly and he smacked your ass leaving a handprint. Daichi hooked his fingers on your panties and practically ripped them off of your submissive and conforming figure. You stay in this position while Daichi studies your every shake and moan.

He found it ethereal how you couldn't handle him and he was only sitting back watching your body react to his presence. “Look at you~! I'm not even touching you and you can barely handle it sweetheart.” He groaned while pulling you to sit up by the belt's force around your red and sensitive neck. He licked a stripe from your exposed neck up to your jawline then turned you around so you were staring up at him while he palmed himself through his boxers, the thing you've been thinking about ever since the incident. Without noticing you licked your lips at the sight making Daichi let out a cocky laugh.

“Can't wait can you? Youre so fucking impatient babygirl.” He growled. “We have to do something to fix that bad habit of yours~” Before you could register what that entailed, Daichi pushed you into place on your knees in front of him and tapped the bottom of your jaw signaling for you to open your quite sopping mouth. “You're so beautiful, baby.” He let out with a guttural groan. He stuck his middle and index finger in your mouth and you began to suck on the digits much to his delight. You coated his fingers with saliva before he pulled his fingers out and pulled his cock out of his pants. Your face had needy written all over it as he pumped up and down his cock with one hand while he caressed your face with the other. 

“Beg for it.” He commanded to which you obeyed with no question. 

“Please Daichi~” you begged. He roughly grabbed a fistfull of your hair and pulled your head back so you were staring up at him.

“Who the fuck is Daichi.”

 That question made you wetter than ever before knowing what he wanted you to call him.

“Daddy, please let me suck your cock!” You cried out with glossy eyes.

“Atta girl~” 

Daichi finally gave you something to work with when he fully thrusted into your mouth, making you gag. You began bobbing your head before he pushed his cock into the hilt hitting the back of your throat making you gag. He pulled your head back and you two watched a string of saliva ,from the tip of his cock connected to your bottom lip, break. You whined at the action then Daichi gave you a cocky smirk. “Uh uh uh~ patience baby. This is a lesson after all.” He said with that smile you loved so much and a wag of his index finger. “Get up.” shuffling filled the room as you complied. “Turn around.” You continued to do as he said making him want to slam into you right then and there if it wasn't for the moral of the lesson he was teaching you about a second ago. He rubbed the tip of his thick cock through your soaked folds with a hiss, making you moan quietly. He struck your ass with a heavy hand making you groan in painful pleasure before sliding his cock into the thing he had craved so desperately. 

He was slow and thorough at first making sure to feel every ridge of your heat. You two shared a plethora of moans and groans at the stretching of your walls that both of you so desperately yearned for. Getting ready to pound into you, Daichi pulled out with his cock standing at attention before he grabbed the belt at your neck. He got back in place and started to thrust as fast as he could, leaving you a moaning mess. You had your face buried in a pillow to quiet your moaning cries when he pulled at the belt making you arch your back. He laboriously worked at your aching pussy, making sure to fill you up completely. The belt got shorter and shorter forcing you to sit upright and ride his member while he spoke obscenities into your ear.

“Look at you, babygirl. You've had this cock on your mind for awhile now~.” He teased as you moaned breathlessly, still riding said cock. The pulling of the belt brought your body slapping into his at a fast pace when you began to come undone a little too early. You couldn't take it anymore and soon your slick covered his throbbing cock. He gave a hearty laugh now knowing what he could do to you as he flipped you on your back and wrapped the belt around his palm. Your eyes started watering due to the overload of pleasure before they trailed down the sides of your face urging Daichi to smirk in satisfaction. He continued to pound into you in this desirable position, making you reach a point of no return as your eyes rolled back and your mouth lay agape. Within a few more thrusts you came undone once more and he violently came inside you filling your aching pussy completely. 

“Youre so fucking hot, babygirl~” He hissed as he pulled out slowly, watching cum drip out of your stretched center.

“I'm glad i found out it was you after all. I got all this in return~” He hummed while brushing strands of hair from your face. “You're gorgeous, you know that.” He mumbled laying on top of you while you tried to catch your breath, heart racing from the compliment just as much as the sex, you kissed Daichi on the lips with more emotion than you started out with. Did someone catch feelings? The most likely answer to that question was Daichi-

“Daichi~, Daichi are you okay?” Sugawara asked snapping him out of his daydream making Asahi giggle.

“Yeah I’m fine…” He replied, a hint of lost feelings in his voice.

“So uhhh, what were you thinking about?” Asked Asahi with a slight laugh, pointing at the tent in Daichi’s school uniform pants.

Daichi was red with embarrassment when Mr.Takeda stated something, getting the whole class's attention.

“(Y/N), stay after class.”

Well at least Daichi knew how this day was going to play out.

~

hehe thanks for reading :) ❤

[sirjustice1282]

why make things hard, tho pokomako siandani not bullet as u can survive, sanduku poko goyo ni simu

They fear as the like has weak points  can bomb and kill them as always explained dude so wants to take  flight to other nations bro.

Even gun sensor with WiFi or bomb detectors, u place the WiFi software as of drone or bracelet, folded photo of the same as print out as well down then the photo of the former on-top facing down b4 the boom process heap can be grass and hay, or hay with cabbage or kale with guava or cereals as u place ya ankle on Cd hole on the wall and lean on it with one palm hand or reach to a hook from it or tied rope from the roof or ceiling as u wash ya legs in spirits and mixtures or even of grinned solid things as grass and cereals or veggies or detergents with kids or with any group of people or resort to the chop the photos as above on metallic surfaces, maintaining the other process as step on or Cd hole on wall b4 the chop or wash ya feet protocol dude or go the inscribe on paper way

The heat or ice panel can even produce 1 which gives out megawatts as u write unto it and schools can place one partially big, covid sensors in class to detect the same or buy the fixed bangle and place on wall to be touched daily to confirm such cases either cabled or of wireless manner and to avoid vandalism its tip can protrude on the wall as the tap, wiped to erase any attracted pathogens that can give faulty results as another kid touch the same 4 his results to be known, instead of the daily masks to no end headed nowhere

girl don't send me such then u alert rude boys, girl, in this nation u cant live with money. I don't know, maybe, u r insane, u white people and i came here in Africa, forgotten about wealth, don't force me with the same, ayi ayi, where i went u screwed up, u on the wrong side and i came here to try to explain, u got it not, daily 1 talks shit to ya ears, u cant move on and that's why i went to the states, if wsu was wrong, let another judge say they were wrong and it ends dude and 10 yrs past, i want not get to the campus, i have zeroed down in life. Canada also giving me invitation, good, but we want not the process, if u wanna help 1 give one the money, send visa he stamp on his passport and if he has not pay 4 him, once their locate factory jobs like with Coleman, ks, Wichita where 1 can work 4 2 months and only take 10% and the rest pay those u paid 4 him. How can u be different to Africans, same thing

Even with alternator generator, i remember now vividly, u just write the same name or their was an old photo, u fold and step on with banana yellow peal made hole on metallic plate, heap guava and hay on ya grass compound where gone down, where if it rains collects much water as lagoon, b4 washing your feet with kids in surgical spirits in African clay pot, your hand with cement bricks on the wall or wire emanating from the iron roof or any or chop hay on board soaked in guava juice with tamarind or in mud or chop the photo as above on wood with metallic plates pieces, heap still hay and guava as u step on hay with metallic plate on cow dung. Dude its long, otutu, cut it and gave the local tribe and when i came, i explained a little bit and wanted to own it to say its their invention to gain international accreditation so to find leverage in going to other nations they remit money as diaspora remittance to make their economies large to delude the public at large their nation rich yet not so as in the links below

https://otutu.com.ng/nigeria/fuelless-generator/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/803259283519141759/

The Megawatts heat/cold panel thermostat generators can be placed in ya city power line transformers to light ya house or power ya factories minus other feasible ways known of generating power as Hep or nuclear or geothermal, making ya nation save money in-relation to like building new dams 4 power generations and those nations that installed the same lose that work and employment in such areas meaning reduced economies 4 theirs and that's the worry dude people will know they still maintain their lifestyles, probably they print money dude

Covid test kits as in the links below dude or each students but the toothbrush like 1 and economy built to test when getting into class and good if reusable as u carry it along with ya dude or digital 1 place on neck type 4 every 1, Ng’ani tugo, polis ni, after covid we wanna see if they want to be on the people face without crime after on commuter, money side eliminated to eliminate their character on the way

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-03-27/abbott-launches-5-minute-covid-19-test-for-use-almost-anywhere

https://www.nih.gov/news-events/news-releases/nih-delivering-new-covid-19-testing-technologies-meet-us-demand

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/israel-to-develop-30-second-coronavirus-test-kit-with-india-all-you-need-to-know/articleshow/77144015.cms

https://theconversation.com/covid-19-tests-how-they-work-and-whats-in-development-134479

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/13/health/coronavirus-testing-white-house.html

https://www.katc.com/news/national/coronavirus/new-covid-19-test-kit-vending-machines-installed-on-college-campus

https://edition.cnn.com/2020/11/10/africa/senegal-coronavirus-rapid-testing-spc-intl/index.html

https://spectrum.ieee.org/view-from-the-valley/the-institute/ieee-member-news/a-rapid-test-for-covid19-arrives-via-a-20yearold-technology-already-in-many-hospitals

https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2020/07/15/889802561/a-covid-19-success-story-in-rwanda-free-testing-robot-caregivers

https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2016/apr/21/quantumdx-cancer-diagnostics-medicine-africa-tuberculosis

https://www.israel21c.org/now-you-can-test-your-sperm-on-an-app/

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/govt-lab-develops-covid-19-kits-that-can-test-in-just-2-hours/articleshow/75182817.cms

https://innovationtoronto.com/2020/12/you-can-go-in-now-a-10-second-covid-19-antibody-test/

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8960445/FDA-allows-1st-rapid-virus-test-gives-results-home.html

https://www.mobihealthnews.com/news/emea/bahrain-launches-electronic-bracelets-keep-track-active-covid-19-cases

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-52409893

https://covid19.nlc.health/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/researchers-testing-revolutionary-breathalyzer-to-detect-covid-19/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/vagus-nerve-stimulator-gets-fda-emergency-ok-for-asthmatics-with-covid/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/lumc-launches-covid-radar/

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-54718848

https://news.iu.edu/stories/2020/12/iupui/16-breathalyzer-breath-test-device-covid-19-coronavirus.html

https://www.mobihealthnews.com/news/asia-pacific/singapore-medtech-company-develops-portable-genetic-test-covid-19

https://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/ground-breaking-human-trial-for-covid-19-ultra-rapid-breath-test-begins-in-india-301187497.html

https://medium.com/techtalents/interview-with-team-breathnix-4ce0ecf90c86

Not that now u are leaving me as u say, i have finished ya as u cant attack those lands u planned to and what u did not know how to produce via me u have known to harbor your imports or reduce the same, not u left me free, as i have suffered as u, but me made ya leave me and its final dude. Lets take sides and ya women i want not to make u while in motion behave as if we are fighting 4 something at hand, we using much energy to own or hate it. Lets take sides dude

Rude people, who wants control not got Memphis blood dude or Wisconsin and the fear people Minnesota, black people where their a longtime and in cold caves where there they hide or take a flight deep down to southern states dude, most rude old kisii people who have not the current infused race blood which during Oman inversion were finished, listening got kamba old blood without the new one as above and get me or the old luo without the Kikuyu blood, by looking on their faces u see Kano plains as they lived a longtime with green-man, people from Satan, they love black people though might be brown even in women a thing Mr white man locating, while the Memphis, TENNESSEE love brown and the luo, If u see butere as well love the both, wants to share both while kamba as above love brown skin. Though nonsensical but what i got to write 4 the day helping others dude

The phone battery of ya phone if, you place a heat panel thermostat on top of it or below and step on CD hole within book paper on grass land with body applying solid oil, heap cabbage and guava of the same voltage or print both after cropping the panel on-top of it, heap the same on wood as of butcher, reflex angled upside on grass sand environment or in ya compound with leaves, b4 washing ya feet in sand with mango cut pieces with kids ya hands on the concrete floor minus cements gives u those cells with that heat panel to place on ya phone to eliminate charging completely or chop guava on board soaked on pineapple on hay extracts or ankle on CD hole on wall, heap guava and brown porridge b4 u chop hay on wood soaked in milk and that heap on the tarmacked road dude in dark nigh or dim light dude, give it a try dude.

Gay men, wanting the new owners of like new automobiles co, electronic companies and like decoder tv like signet and bamba and radio. Bitch you poor but in denial dude

u Germans now attack the USA, 1 of ya own will be butchered and placed on YouTube if u continue hanging out with rude boys, don't say later she was not that beautifully that's way that is done as other pretty they do not the same. Point blank dude u wanted to attack and USA richer, low pop, big land per state, u want to get there but in-pretense, don't tell me they pride themselves so needs to be defeated, defeat them yourself dude, me in my Instagram as mcsleepynelson20@gmail.com, pas code dedantheko56 check and count how many Negros i have sent the same and on comments not visible i have sent personal txt not. just continue playing the hunger flutes/harp/guitar as i type i dance with my head

Revealed the Luo in colabo with Russians wants to shoot people using the bikes in the link below mounted with guns those not pro-them, kinda, u see if they are in a tussle never ending with ya and Samaritan people were never to mix with the Jew as it was known of the Capsizing land thing as water taken vai a cup bro, watch u have heard about it, bad character people, don't spread it as with HIV/AIDS, might land ya in hell. We want u to get ahead in life even in speaking alone not via me and leaving the floor 4 ya u cant go ahead dude, watch bro lest u r killed

https://www.instagram.com/p/CJerbAkpgnV/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCMROmpP5Kc

Even with money u step on after holding within the Cd hole or chop on the metallic boards or of wood with sand or coins, making u to eliminate cash cause encourages unfair trade with those who knows not to make the same and to add any security future to be detected not known to the new money u do as with barcode write the money denomination as Kenyan 50 bob shillings as written dude and write the barcode down b4 crossing going downwards with arrows as discarding or step on the barcode below and the exact real cash up or chop with machete dude and boom ya easy cash dude

Online bus booking in the links below dude, check it out dude

https://techpoint.africa/2020/11/19/quickbus-raises-six-figure-round-plans-launch-nigeria-ghana/

https://www.graphic.com.gh/news/general-news/ghana-to-start-assembling-buses-for-local-use-export.html

https://web.facebook.com/directmagci/posts/made-in-burkina-faso-/1030991334012544/?_rdc=1&_rdr

https://www.africanbusinesscentral.com/2014/07/03/eko-atlantic-is-this-man-made-island-in-nigeria-a-sign-of-what-cities-will-have-to-do-to-survive-rising-seas/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=SGIeAm6NolQ

[sirjustice1281]

tho pokonegi, yawa thoni rito ang’o bwana kuom nga’ani, gay

They fear as the like has weak points  can bomb and kill them as always explained dude so wants to take  flight to other nations bro.

Even gun sensor with WiFi or bomb detectors, u place the WiFi software as of drone or bracelet, folded photo of the same as print out as well down then the photo of the former on-top facing down b4 the boom process heap can be grass and hay, or hay with cabbage or kale with guava or cereals as u place ya ankle on Cd hole on the wall and lean on it with one palm hand or reach to a hook from it or tied rope from the roof or ceiling as u wash ya legs in spirits and mixtures or even of grinned solid things as grass and cereals or veggies or detergents with kids or with any group of people or resort to the chop the photos as above on metallic surfaces, maintaining the other process as step on or Cd hole on wall b4 the chop or wash ya feet protocol dude or go the inscribe on paper way

The heat or ice panel can even produce 1 which gives out megawatts as u write unto it and schools can place one partially big, covid sensors in class to detect the same or buy the fixed bangle and place on wall to be touched daily to confirm such cases either cabled or of wireless manner and to avoid vandalism its tip can protrude on the wall as the tap, wiped to erase any attracted pathogens that can give faulty results as another kid touch the same 4 his results to be known, instead of the daily masks to no end headed nowhere

girl don't send me such then u alert rude boys, girl, in this nation u cant live with money. I don't know, maybe, u r insane, u white people and i came here in Africa, forgotten about wealth, don't force me with the same, ayi ayi, where i went u screwed up, u on the wrong side and i came here to try to explain, u got it not, daily 1 talks shit to ya ears, u cant move on and that's why i went to the states, if wsu was wrong, let another judge say they were wrong and it ends dude and 10 yrs past, i want not get to the campus, i have zeroed down in life. Canada also giving me invitation, good, but we want not the process, if u wanna help 1 give one the money, send visa he stamp on his passport and if he has not pay 4 him, once their locate factory jobs like with Coleman, ks, Wichita where 1 can work 4 2 months and only take 10% and the rest pay those u paid 4 him. How can u be different to Africans, same thing

Even with alternator generator, i remember now vividly, u just write the same name or their was an old photo, u fold and step on with banana yellow peal made hole on metallic plate, heap guava and hay on ya grass compound where gone down, where if it rains collects much water as lagoon, b4 washing your feet with kids in surgical spirits in African clay pot, your hand with cement bricks on the wall or wire emanating from the iron roof or any or chop hay on board soaked in guava juice with tamarind or in mud or chop the photo as above on wood with metallic plates pieces, heap still hay and guava as u step on hay with metallic plate on cow dung. Dude its long, otutu, cut it and gave the local tribe and when i came, i explained a little bit and wanted to own it to say its their invention to gain international accreditation so to find leverage in going to other nations they remit money as diaspora remittance to make their economies large to delude the public at large their nation rich yet not so as in the links below

https://otutu.com.ng/nigeria/fuelless-generator/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/803259283519141759/

The Megawatts heat/cold panel thermostat generators can be placed in ya city power line transformers to light ya house or power ya factories minus other feasible ways known of generating power as Hep or nuclear or geothermal, making ya nation save money in-relation to like building new dams 4 power generations and those nations that installed the same lose that work and employment in such areas meaning reduced economies 4 theirs and that's the worry dude people will know they still maintain their lifestyles, probably they print money dude

Covid test kits as in the links below dude or each students but the toothbrush like 1 and economy built to test when getting into class and good if reusable as u carry it along with ya dude or digital 1 place on neck type 4 every 1, Ng’ani tugo, polis ni, after covid we wanna see if they want to be on the people face without crime after on commuter, money side eliminated to eliminate their character on the way

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-03-27/abbott-launches-5-minute-covid-19-test-for-use-almost-anywhere

https://www.nih.gov/news-events/news-releases/nih-delivering-new-covid-19-testing-technologies-meet-us-demand

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/israel-to-develop-30-second-coronavirus-test-kit-with-india-all-you-need-to-know/articleshow/77144015.cms

https://theconversation.com/covid-19-tests-how-they-work-and-whats-in-development-134479

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/13/health/coronavirus-testing-white-house.html

https://www.katc.com/news/national/coronavirus/new-covid-19-test-kit-vending-machines-installed-on-college-campus

https://edition.cnn.com/2020/11/10/africa/senegal-coronavirus-rapid-testing-spc-intl/index.html

https://spectrum.ieee.org/view-from-the-valley/the-institute/ieee-member-news/a-rapid-test-for-covid19-arrives-via-a-20yearold-technology-already-in-many-hospitals

https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2020/07/15/889802561/a-covid-19-success-story-in-rwanda-free-testing-robot-caregivers

https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2016/apr/21/quantumdx-cancer-diagnostics-medicine-africa-tuberculosis

https://www.israel21c.org/now-you-can-test-your-sperm-on-an-app/

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/govt-lab-develops-covid-19-kits-that-can-test-in-just-2-hours/articleshow/75182817.cms

https://innovationtoronto.com/2020/12/you-can-go-in-now-a-10-second-covid-19-antibody-test/

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8960445/FDA-allows-1st-rapid-virus-test-gives-results-home.html

https://www.mobihealthnews.com/news/emea/bahrain-launches-electronic-bracelets-keep-track-active-covid-19-cases

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-52409893

https://covid19.nlc.health/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/researchers-testing-revolutionary-breathalyzer-to-detect-covid-19/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/vagus-nerve-stimulator-gets-fda-emergency-ok-for-asthmatics-with-covid/

https://covid19.nlc.health/covid19_idea/lumc-launches-covid-radar/

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-54718848

https://news.iu.edu/stories/2020/12/iupui/16-breathalyzer-breath-test-device-covid-19-coronavirus.html

https://www.mobihealthnews.com/news/asia-pacific/singapore-medtech-company-develops-portable-genetic-test-covid-19

https://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/ground-breaking-human-trial-for-covid-19-ultra-rapid-breath-test-begins-in-india-301187497.html

https://medium.com/techtalents/interview-with-team-breathnix-4ce0ecf90c86

Not that now u are leaving me as u say, i have finished ya as u cant attack those lands u planned to and what u did not know how to produce via me u have known to harbor your imports or reduce the same, not u left me free, as i have suffered as u, but me made ya leave me and its final dude. Lets take sides and ya women i want not to make u while in motion behave as if we are fighting 4 something at hand, we using much energy to own or hate it. Lets take sides dude

Rude people, who wants control not got Memphis blood dude or Wisconsin and the fear people Minnesota, black people where their a longtime and in cold caves where there they hide or take a flight deep down to southern states dude, most rude old kisii people who have not the current infused race blood which during Oman inversion were finished, listening got kamba old blood without the new one as above and get me or the old luo without the Kikuyu blood, by looking on their faces u see Kano plains as they lived a longtime with green-man, people from Satan, they love black people though might be brown even in women a thing Mr white man locating, while the Memphis, TENNESSEE love brown and the luo, If u see butere as well love the both, wants to share both while kamba as above love brown skin. Though nonsensical but what i got to write 4 the day helping others dude

The phone battery of ya phone if, you place a heat panel thermostat on top of it or below and step on CD hole within book paper on grass land with body applying solid oil, heap cabbage and guava of the same voltage or print both after cropping the panel on-top of it, heap the same on wood as of butcher, reflex angled upside on grass sand environment or in ya compound with leaves, b4 washing ya feet in sand with mango cut pieces with kids ya hands on the concrete floor minus cements gives u those cells with that heat panel to place on ya phone to eliminate charging completely or chop guava on board soaked on pineapple on hay extracts or ankle on CD hole on wall, heap guava and brown porridge b4 u chop hay on wood soaked in milk and that heap on the tarmacked road dude in dark nigh or dim light dude, give it a try dude.

Gay men, wanting the new owners of like new automobiles co, electronic companies and like decoder tv like signet and bamba and radio. Bitch you poor but in denial dude

u Germans now attack the USA, 1 of ya own will be butchered and placed on YouTube if u continue hanging out with rude boys, don't say later she was not that beautifully that's way that is done as other pretty they do not the same. Point blank dude u wanted to attack and USA richer, low pop, big land per state, u want to get there but in-pretense, don't tell me they pride themselves so needs to be defeated, defeat them yourself dude, me in my Instagram as mcsleepynelson20@gmail.com, pas code dedantheko56 check and count how many Negros i have sent the same and on comments not visible i have sent personal txt not. just continue playing the hunger flutes/harp/guitar as i type i dance with my head

Revealed the Luo in colabo with Russians wants to shoot people using the bikes in the link below mounted with guns those not pro-them, kinda, u see if they are in a tussle never ending with ya and Samaritan people were never to mix with the Jew as it was known of the Capsizing land thing as water taken vai a cup bro, watch u have heard about it, bad character people, don't spread it as with HIV/AIDS, might land ya in hell. We want u to get ahead in life even in speaking alone not via me and leaving the floor 4 ya u cant go ahead dude, watch bro lest u r killed

https://www.instagram.com/p/CJerbAkpgnV/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCMROmpP5Kc

Even with money u step on after holding within the Cd hole or chop on the metallic boards or of wood with sand or coins, making u to eliminate cash cause encourages unfair trade with those who knows not to make the same and to add any security future to be detected not known to the new money u do as with barcode write the money denomination as Kenyan 50 bob shillings as written dude and write the barcode down b4 crossing going downwards with arrows as discarding or step on the barcode below and the exact real cash up or chop with machete dude and boom ya easy cash dude

[angelic-holland]

Palm Trees // th x fem!reader

Summary: You were starring alongside Scarlett Johansson in the new Black Widow movie, she’s a younger spy that Nat saves from the Red Room, trains her to be better. You meet Tom prior to the premiere of The Red Room and he agrees to be your date. 

Part of my Drive North series. Based on the song Palm Trees by the SWMRs, listen to it while reading. As you will hear in the song, it discusses the corruption of Hollywood and younger more naive people being taken advantage of in the industry. 

Warnings: brief sexual harassment (not Tom), angst

Word Count: 6.1K

Sarah! Sarah! Look over here! Sarah! Smile!” You hear people shout and you wave and grin as your security walks you inside Jimmy Kimmel’s studio. Your stage name, Sarah Winters was being called left and right.

You know that they were really waiting for Scarlett who would be arriving soon, but they knew a little about your role in the movie, they’ve seen the behind the scenes photos and they’ve seen the trailer, so they’ve got some idea of who you are.

You made your way inside, getting put in your own dressing room which was literally a dream, something you’ve been thinking about and hoping would happen since you were a little girl.

When Scarlett arrived she hugged you tight. When Jimmy asked you questions about the movie, you talked excitedly and animatedly, almost spoiling a huge plot point when Scarlett put her hand over your mouth.

“Looks like Holland’s gonna get a run for his money on the spoilers,” she laughs and you’re blushing, you totally knew what you could and couldn’t say but this was the first big, TV interview you’d ever done. You were just incredibly excited.

Later that night you posted some photos on your Instagram, the first one being a shot of Scarlett’s hand over your mouth with your eyes wide.

You laughed as you captioned it, “let’s play how to keep Y/N from spoiling the entire Black Widow movie”.

You posted it and as you got ready for bed, exhausted from the long day of press. Before falling asleep you saw some comments, most of them were funny, a lot were tagging Tom saying that you were coming for his title.  

You saw a notification that Tom had commented on your post as well, probably because everyone kept tagging him.

tomholland2013: as spoiler king, you can be spoiler queen, no stealing my title

You rolled your eyes, blushing a little. You ignored the onslaught of people commenting, lots of those sideways glancing eye emojis, a few keyboard smashes. You’ve never even met the guy. A few moments later you noticed he had followed you. You wondered if he would be at the Black Widow premiere, then maybe you could meet him. Since before you were cast as the young woman who Natasha takes under her wing, you’ve always been a fan of Marvel movies, the smallest crush on the actor who played Spiderman. He was attractive, seemed nice enough, your age; what more could you ask for?

You sent a quick text to Scarlett, asking if other MCU actors would be at the premiere.

Scarlett: why? Hoping a certain someone might show up?

You: psshhh no I don’t know what you mean

Scarlett: Tom might be there, let me ask

You: no omg he’ll wanna know why you’re asking

Scarlett: no he won’t give me a second

You groan, putting your phone on the edge of the bedside table and trying to sleep.

You wake up the next morning by your alarm. You’ve got a flight to London to do one last round of press before the premiere in a week.

You shower quickly and toss on a comfortable sweatshirt and gym shorts before shoving your PJs into your suitcase, making sure you had everything from your hotel room. You make it to the car that was waiting for you on time, miraculously, before checking your phone.

You noticed a text from an unknown number and frowned, opening it as you got in the backseat.

“Airport?” The driver asks.

“Yes please, thank you!”

Unknown number: Hey so I heard you need a date to the Black Widow premiere.

You: sorry who is this?

You check your texts to Scarlett.

Scarlett: a certain someone may or may not have asked if you’re going with anyone to the premiere, told him you weren’t, think you might be interested in having him on your arm for the night

You: wait, like, Tom Holland , that’s who we’re talking about? No way you didn’t convince him out of pity

You’re heart is sort of racing as you wait for a response from Scarlett.

She sends back a screenshot of her conversation with Tom, her asking if he’s going to the premiere. Then him asking if you have a date. And Scarlett telling him you didn’t, but he better act fast and then she sent your phone number.

You quickly add the unknown number in your phone.

You: I mean, you don’t even know me like at all, what would make you want to be my date?

You’re shocked by how quickly he answers.

Tom: well I could get to know you.

You: you know everyone and their mother is freaking out about that insta comment of yours?

Tom: their mothers too? Quite nosy aren’t they?

Tom: So, when can I meet you? See if you’re truly the spoiler queen

You:  I ALMOST say one thing and suddenly I’m the spoiler queen? At least I didn’t actually spoil any big plot points from the movie

Tom: fine fine you haven’t earned that title yet

Tom: you and Scarlett will be in London tomorrow right?

You: you stalking me?

Tom: no, just asked Scarlett

“Miss? We’re at the airport.”

You look up and sure enough your driver has pulled up to the airport. Someone opens the door, greeting themselves as your security, taking your suitcase from the trunk and offering to hold your backpack.

“I’m fine thank you,” you say as he walks you into the airport. Thankfully there aren’t any paparazzi or fans of Scarlett here, who was taking a later flight.

You check in and your suitcase is sent off before you go through security, Todd, the security person following you. He let you know he’d be with you until your flight and then when you landed in London there would be another person waiting for you.

This was all new to you, having security with you at airports, when you went to press events, the rare occasion of being recognized when you’re out and about.

You checked your phone again while waiting to board. It was a short wait, another thing you’ve never experienced, one was plane flights in general, the other was getting to be in first class. You felt so fancy you lost your mind the first time you flew with the cast to a filming location in Europe.

You waited for your seat location to be called, seeing another text from Tom.

Tom: I’ll be in London for the next few days, call me when you land

You gulp, quickly responding before boarding.

You: will do

The entire plane ride you attempt to sleep, try not to think of Tom fucking Holland asking you to call him. It doesn’t work. You sit there, watch movie after movie, trying to keep your mind off the boy. You gave up and put on Spiderman: Homecoming. You’ve seen it before so you let yourself get a little lost in the story, falling asleep about halfway through. You’re woken up by the rumble of the plane touching down.

***

You make it to your hotel with limited problems, you at first couldn’t find the security person waiting for you then realized he was holding a sign with your stage last name and not your real last name.

“Hi Miss Winters, I’ll be working with you while you’re in London, names Rick, shall we head to the hotel?”

“That’d be great, thank you,” you say, noting he’s already got your suitcase.

You see another text from Tom and blush as you sit in the car.

Tom: don’t wanna sound like a weirdo tho so ur totally not obligated to go out with me if you don’t want to

You: who said anything about going out?

Tom: I just meant, like to get to know each other before you whisk me away on the red carpet

You: I’ll see if I can sneak away from the hotel tonight, don’t have press until tomorrow

Tom: I could come to you

You: huh

Tom: we could hang in your hotel room, order room service, besides if we are out and about together the instagram comments would be the least of our problems

You: problems?

You frown, problems? You didn’t want to stir up trouble, you didn’t want to get death threats from teenagers over Tom either, considering you don’t even know the type of person he is, considering you’re just going to hang out.

Tom: well I’m just not really in the mood to be swarmed on the street by paps and fans and stuff

Tom: unless you wanna go out then we can, it’s whatever

You: no, no id much rather that not happen, hasn’t really happened to me yet and I’d prefer it to stay that way

Tom: after this you’ll be so famous you won’t know what to do with yourself

You laugh to yourself, Randy glancing at you.

You: highly doubt I’ll be loved nearly as much as you are

Tom: nonsense

You: I’ll be at The Savoy hotel, you know it?

Tom: I can use google

You: idk I heard you were pretty bad with technology

Tom: you’re right, google and texting are the only two things I feel 100% sure I can do

“Miss Winters? We’re at the hotel. Your schedule for the next few days should be in your email. You have the rest of the day off though.”

You nod, time zones were messing with your head, “what time is it right now?”

“10am.”

“Thank you,” you say as you both get out of the car. You check into your room and thank Rick for your suitcase.

You toss your backpack and suitcase down before flopping onto the bed, checking your phone.

Tom: are you at the hotel now?

You: yea

Tom: ok

You checked out the room service food, realizing since you slept on your flight you were starving. You decide to order pizza even though it’s early, you called and they said they could get some delivered from a local shop. You check your phone and see that Tom texted you again.

Tom: on my way, what’s your room #

You: 413

Oh, he was already on his way, shit. You practically jump out of bed and open your suitcase. You know it shouldn’t matter what you wear. But you change out of your oversized sweatshirt into a plain white T-shirt, keeping your gym shorts on. You thank god that your job and press required you to shave. Because although you didn’t think anything would happen, you wanted to feel confident if it did.

You changed quickly and brushed your teeth, jumping back into bed. You grabbed your book, East of Eden, your favorite book, it’s had plenty of wear and tear since you’ve read it so many times but you couldn’t get rid of it or get yourself a new copy.

You picked up where you left off, the story of young Adam Trask and his brother Charles, arguably your favorite and the best part of the book, seeing the dynamic between the two of them, then seeing how Adam grows for the rest of the book.

The door rang as you finished the chapter. You set the book upside down and grabbed your wallet, you checked through the peephole to confirm it was your pizza, as if on cue your stomach was rumbling. You thanked the person and tipped them, the pizza charged to your room.

You settled back into your bed, about to open the pizza when your doorbell rang again. You got up and looked through the peephole.

Tom was standing outside your room, hands in the pockets of sweatpants he was wearing, paired with what looked like an oversized hoodie. Okay, maybe you weren’t underdressed previously. You opened the door, leaning against the frame.

“Hi spoiler king,” you grin.

“Nice to finally meet you spoiler queen.”

“Finally?”

“Yeah, been wanting to meet you since you started filming Black Widow.”

“Didn’t know you knew I existed until a few days ago.”

“Well, surprise,” he laughs, shrugging, “you gonna let me in or should we continue this conversation here?”

“Oh my god sorry I’m such an idiot, come on in,” you say, walking backwards into the room. You feel the heel of your foot hit the back of your suitcase and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Tom rushes forward and catches you, arm around your waist and pulling you back up.

“How in the world are you playing this super spy when you trip over a suitcase?”

You chuckle, blushing as he helps you steady yourself, nudging your suitcase to the side as he closes the door.

“I play a super spy in training thank you very much,” you say as his hand leaves your waist and you quietly miss the feeling of his hand there.

“Well, guess you’re excused then.”

“Do you, want some pizza?” You ask, sitting on the edge of your bed and opening the box.

“Little early for pizza,” he observes.

“Haven’t eaten, in, oh god I don’t even remember, since the night before I got on the plane to come here from LA?” You say, stomach rumbling.

“Then I think you should dig right into that pizza,” Tom says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Good plan,” you say, ignoring how awkward you feel and taking a bite of a slice. He grabs your book and reads the title.

“East of Eden, never read it before.”

“I mean I would act all offended because it’s my favorite book but I know that like not a lot of people who have read it. You should though, if you find the time.”

“Yeah this looks long and I’m way too dyslexic to read that without giving up halfway through.”

“Oh shit sorry I had no idea.”

“All good, kinda a running joke with my fans and people.”

“That you’re dyslexic?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, thumb running through the pages.

You finish your pizza, watching his face as he reads the description on the back of the book.

“Stole it from 10th grade English class when I first read it,” you say before picking up another slice.

“Solid,” he laughs, looking at the list of last names written on the front cover along with the year, “Don’t see your name here Sarah.”

“That’s cause I didn’t have a stage name till I auditioned for Black Widow, name’s Y/N, Y/L/N,” you say, pointing to the last name put in the book.

“Oh, well nice to meet you Y/N, do you prefer that over Sarah?”

“Honestly, yeah.”

“Well, Y/N it is.”

You’re silent, you eating your pizza, Tom flipping through your book, laugh at some of the notes you have written in it.

“Cool if I have a piece?” he asks, setting your book down.

“All yours,” you say, gesturing to the pizza box sitting between you.

“So Y/N, how did you enjoy working on the movie? It was your first movie right? Know you beat out some names for the role.”

“Yeah, guess so, don’t know why.”

“Because you were best for the role, obviously.”

“Don’t know why they’d choose a nobody over people like Chloe Grace Moretz,” you shrugged.

“Because you, they saw potential in you, they also love to cast new faces, make newer actors famous,” he says.

Your mind starts to race with reasons why they might’ve cast you and you start to doubt your ability as an actress, because you’ve done theatre, been the lead in shows in your town and region but never movies or TV shows.

“Hey you know, I think you’re quite talented from the clips we’ve seen in trailers.”

“Uh, thanks,” you say, hand rubbing your neck, why are you so fucking awkward?

“So what kinda dress will you be wearing?”

“Huh?”

“To the premiere, so we can match.”

“Oh yeah, yeah lemme send you a picture of it,” you say. You were wearing a pretty dark red dress with black lace adorning the bodice.

“Sweet I’ll see what I can do about getting a matching tie and stuff.”

“Cool, you know it’s nice of you to uh, be my date,” you say, fiddling with your hands.

“Yeah, you know, wanted to see if you’d give me a run of my money.”

“With what?”

“Spoiling stuff.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “don’t need to worry about that after the movie comes ou- FUCK.”

That definitely wasn’t something he should’ve heard.

You watch as he pieces what you just said together, “oh my god, hey even if that happens, well I think you’ve outdone me.”

“Listen at least I didn’t say that in front of a live audience or something.”

“What am I? A dead audience?”

“No, you’re just one person.”

“Ah that’s right, I don’t count.”

“Nope,” you say, tucking your legs underneath you.

You and Tom hang out and talk about filming, about the movie industry, about your favorite things, it felt like he learned everything about you in the time that you talked.

You stopped yourself a few times, apologizing for rambling.

“It’s fine, like to listen to you talk.”

At some point, you two had set the pizza box on the ground and were lying with your feet swinging off the edge of the bed.

“So, what about you? You excited for what’s to come for Spiderman?”

“Yeah, totally, I mean I want to branch out and do more movies, doing the voice stuff for Onward, the Pixar film; was really cool.”

“Have you done any auditions recently?”

“Some yeah, should hear about them soon.”

“That’s awesome. I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna do after this,” you groan, still unsure why you’re telling Tom any of this.

“Well did you enjoy your time on set? Did you enjoy acting in a film? Enjoy the people you worked with?”

“For the most part yeah,” you say, looking away.

“For the most part? Alright who do you hate? Which actor?”

“No, the actors are all great, I love them. Just, nah it’s stupid,” you sigh, because honestly you had no idea if what happened was weird, if it was out of the ordinary or if that’s just how it was.

“Nothing’s stupid, hey, I might be able to give you a tip to help deal with it.”

“Just, one of the ADs, Jack , he uh, he’d always hug me, like if I did a good job on a scene, he’d just like hug me really tight and uh, like sniff my hair, like press his face right into my hair and like not even ask me if he could hug me which I don’t know, I never stopped him from hugging me I just never hugged back but that’s stupid it’s a stupid thing to have a problem with.”

It’s quiet for a moment and you start to overthink and doubt yourself, doubt why you told him this story. Did Jack make you feel uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely but that’s just how it was, how you figured the industry worked.

“Did he do this in front of everyone?”

“Nah, just on my way back to my trailer or my hotel room or whatever.”

“Does Scarlett know?”

You sit up quickly, looking at him, “no, no she doesn’t. Nobody does it’s stupid I don’t know why I told you.”

“It’s not stupid Y/N, you know, if you want to talk to someone, you should. I can be that person if you want. But if you want you should tell someone higher up, they might be able to do something about it.”

“I don’t, it’s not worth it,” you sigh, laying back down.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Talking about this.”

“Don’t be.”

“Yeah?”

“Course, it’s just, I've seen a lot of people, young new people who don’t really have any idea of how this industry works, see them getting taken advantage of, whether it’s by asshole directors who don’t know how to teach young people, treat them like, I don’t know, like they’ve got some power over you.”

“Oh, well thanks I guess.”

There’s a very awkward tension now and you have literally no idea how to move past it.

“So now that you know all about me, what’s there to know about you?”

“Well, got three brothers, Harry and Sam are twins, and Paddy is a little younger than me. Got a dog, Tessa, she’s amazing, truly my favorite being on the planet.”

“God I wish I could have a dog, mom’s allergic.”

“You should meet Tessa sometime, she’s a sweetheart. Mum’s a photographer, dad does a bunch of stuff, comedy, writer, blogs, stuff like that.”

“I’d love that.”

You feel his hand brush against yours, meeting between your bodies.

“Oh, sorry,” he says as he feels your hand stiffen under his.

“No, it's just, why?”

“Why what?” He says as your hand holds his hand tightly.

“Why’d you do this?”

“How many times have I told ya Y/N.”

“Just, dunno why you’d care.”

“Can’t help it, I guess, you’re funny, at least from the interviews of you I’ve seen, and you’ve made me laugh bunch today.”

“Yeah counterbalance all the deep shit I told you.”

He laughs, thumb rubbing the skin of your hand, “see? Anyways, I should get going, supposed to have dinner with my brothers but I’ll see you later? Maybe we can hang out while you’re still in London, if you’re not busy being super famous and with press.”

“Yeah, we can always text too if I am. And I’ll see you at the premiere? You can always just not show up, never talk to me again if you don’t want to,” you say, watching as he gets up.

You follow him to the door and he turns to face you.

“Hmm, good offer but I don’t think I will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah I think it’ll be much more fun to be your date than ditch you, plus I already know what’s gonna happen in the movie so we can sit and be not surprised together.”

“Sorry I spoiled it for ya,” you say, blushing.

“You’re fine, it was nice to meet you Y/N, I’ll see you later,” he says, you don’t even realize your hand is still in his until he lets go, leaving you alone in your hotel room.

“What is wrong with me?” You groan, jumping back into your bed.

****

You and Tom text throughout the week, a lot actually. Sometimes he’ll ask you random questions about your family, about your favorite place to eat back in your hometown.

You’re in a dressing room, just about to go for an interview when he texts you.

Tom: I love learning all this stuff about you, just wish I could hear you talk about it in person

You: why’s that?

Tom: because, when you’re really passionate about something you talk like really animatedly and it’s really fun to watch

You blush, having no idea how to respond you leave your phone there before making your way to the interview.

****

You’re on your way to the premiere, the flight from London just as long and exhausting as the last. You didn’t have much time when you got to LA to relax, you could put your suitcase in your hotel room and go straight to the premiere where you would spend the rest of your time getting ready. People were doing your hair, makeup, helping you into your dress, it was going to be a whole ordeal. For now, you had an hour to yourself in your dressing room, to relax, to breath, whatever you wanted. Tom let you know he’d be there in two or so hours, he didn’t have as much prep as you had. Basically just had to put on clothes and his hair would take less than half the time yours would.

You were nervous, your first premiere, first red carpet or whatever, your mom wouldn’t be able to make it, she was working, always working, but she sent you her love.

You were laying on the couch in your dressing room, scrolling through your twitter feed when you heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was Tom, you got your hopes up a little. Frowning at your leggings and baggy sweatshirt, you didn’t want him to see you until you were all dressed up.

You reluctantly got off the couch, opening the door.

“Oh hi,” you say, as you see Jack standing in front of you.

“Hi,” He smiles, “Can I come in?”

“What?”

“Just wanted to talk to you, congratulate you,” he says and you reluctantly step back from the door, letting him in. He closes the door behind him and you sit down on the couch, setting your phone on the dressing room table. What you didn’t see or hear was the click of the lock as he locked your door.

“You’re going to be a star Sarah, I can make you great,” he says, sitting next to you. His leg was right against yours and you shift away, body pressed up against the side of the sofa until his leg wasn’t touching yours. You didn’t mind that he called you by your stage name, you preferred it actually. That way everything he said wasn’t really directed to you, at least you could pretend it wasn’t.

“You? Why would you be the one to make you great?” You frown, that’s your job, audition, get your name out there.

“I know people, they’ll cast you, like I convinced them to.”

“Huh?” “Saw something special,” he says, and you freeze when his hand rests on your shoulder, “could’ve cast anyone, any big name, but we chose you.” His hand moves to glide up your neck and cup your cheek and your mind is screaming at you, MOVE, SLAP HIM, RUN but you’ve slipped into panic mode, which for you meant you were frozen.

“Wanna make you Hollywood’s next leading lady,” He says, face so close to yours you can smell his very gross breath, your heart is beating out of your chest.

You’re trying to think of something, anything.

You remember something Tom had told you back in the hotel a week ago.

****

“Just, if he’s weird again, don’t just go along with it, push him away, tell him he’s a fucking coward, he doesn’t get to use his position of power over you.”

“I don’t know if that would work.”

“Just try it, okay? Just, don’t let him hold anything over your head.”

****

His lips are pressing against yours and that’s when you use all your strength, breaking from your panic to push him off you, hard enough that he ends up on the other end of the sofa as you jump up.

“Get up! Get out, now.”

****

Tom wanted to surprise you, so he arrived earlier than he said he would, your wrapped present in one hand, he found out where your dressing room would be and made his way to it, frowning when it was locked.

He was about to knock when he heard you, screaming.

“Get the fuck out!”

“Sarah, don’t do this, you’re going to regret this.”

“No, I won’t, I’ll only regret letting you be a fucking creep for this long.”

You and the AD are in a screaming match.

He tries to doorknob again, wanting to break it up before other people heard.

“Come here,” Tom hears the AD say before you yelp, and there’s a clattering and “I’ll blacklist you, no director will work with you. Fucking ungrateful.”

“If you don’t get out now, I will scream at the top of my lungs and tell everyone what just happened.”

“Bitch.”

****

Jack approached you, “come here.” You backed up into the table as he grabbed your arm tightly, causing you to yelp before he presses his lips hard against yours. Your other hand picks up your phone and your knees connects with his crotch as he let’s go of you and stumbles back before slamming you against the mirror, making you cry out as a sharp pain radiates from your head.

“I’ll blacklist you, no director will work with you. Fucking ungrateful.”

“If you don’t get out now, I will scream at the top of my lungs and tell everyone what just happened.”

“Bitch,” he mutters before unlocking the door, swinging it open.

You whimper, sliding down to the ground and gently touching the back of your head, tears welling up in your eyes as he slams the door shut behind him.

That’s not how you expected this to go down. Your eyes widen when you see a little blood on your fingers.

You vaguely hear a knock on the door but you ignore it, arms wrapped around your knees. What a great way to start your first premiere. You’re laughing as tears stream down your face, something that your mom always said was a bad habit of yours.

***

Tom hears the door unlock and he steps to the side, slipping into the hallway next to your dressing room.

“Fucking bitch, who does she think she is?” Jack mutters as he walks past Tom, not even noticing him.

Tom knocks on the door, hearing you crying hurt him, he hated hearing anyone cry. He heard you laughing, it was a laugh verging on hysterical and decided to go in and check on you, just in case.

***

“Y/N.”

You look up through watery eyes and see Tom standing in your doorway, a red gift bag in his hand, eyes wide.

“Fuck,” you say, head dropping back down as you cry.

He quickly closes the door behind him and kneels down next to you.

“Y/N, I, I heard, I’m so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but he’s gone now, are you okay? Shit question of course you’re not okay.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, trying your hardest to smile up at him.

“You don’t have to smile, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Don’t haveta smile for me, you can cry if you want.”

You sniffle, the tears slowly stopping.

“I’m fine,” you repeat, wincing as the pounding in your head brings you back to reality.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, eyes full of concern.

“Just, hit my head a little, it’s nothing,” you say, your hand instinctively reaching for the back of your head to check if it was still bleeding.

“What the fuck did he do to you?” He asks, seeing the blood on your fingers.

“Just shoved me, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, you’re bleeding, lemme get someone.”

“No, please Tom,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, pleading with him.

“Why don’t, why are you going to let this slide?”

“Because I can’t, he’s gonna, he’s gonna blacklist me, won’t get even a small cameo in a movie, he’s gonna ruin me.”

“Hey, no, he won’t, because you won’t let him. You stood up for yourself back there, I heard you. You won’t let him take away everything you’ve worked so hard for, and what you’ll continue to work hard for. Hey, let’s get some ice or something, clean up, see if you need to go to the hospital okay? Don’t want you passing out on me on your first premiere.”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Not my story to tell, if you want to, when it’s time you can. There’ll be no pressure from me though,” he says as he helps you stand up. Your legs wobble a little bit and you’re afraid you’re going to fall but his arm is a comforting presence on your waist, steadying you. There’s no malintent in his touch as he soothes you, sitting you down on the couch.

You feel safe as he lets go, crouching down to open the small fridge, grabbing some ice from the freezer section.

“Here, turn around,” he says, nonchalantly ripping off a lower section of his shirt to wrap the ice in.

“Wh-,” you start, turning as his fingers sort through your hair.

“Just looks like a scrape, here,” he says, gently pressing his shirt with ice onto the area, hand rubbing your shoulder as you wince.

“Thank you,” you mumble, glancing at the bag he abandoned on the floor, “What’s that? Clothes all fit in there?”

He chuckles, “no, Issa present, for you, for your first premiere.”

“What? My, why's that, you already gave me a present you’re here with me.”

“Yeah but you deserve an actual present, here, hold the ice in place,” he says, palm over the top of your hand, moving it up to rest against the makeshift ice pack.

He reaches down and grabs the bag, pulling what looks like a wrapped book out of it.

“Was gonna give it to you little later but now’s perfect. Go ahead, open it,” he says, putting it on your lap and replacing your hand with his own on the ice pack.

You gently open the wrapping paper and gasp.

“This is, Tom you didn’t-,”

“Do you like it?”

“Of course I do, I mean, this is, wow this is the best gift anyone could have ever gotten me.”

“Well you only have a first premiere once,” he says, searching your eyes.

“I don’t, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t haveta thank me darling, why don’t we get ready for tonight?”

“Will, do you think we’ll see Jack?”

“He’d be an idiot not to show up, but hey, maybe you won’t run into him.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, wiping your eyes.

“What did the stylists say they were going to do with your hair?”

“Think it was just gonna be curled, nothing fancy.”

“Okay well when they get here we’ll tell them no curling that part of your head.”

“Well then I’ll just look stupid.”

“Nah, you’ve got plenty of hair to go around up here,” he laughs, fingers running through the hair resting on your shoulder.

***

“Sarah! Tom! Smile for us! Look at you two!”

Photographers are shouting at them from up and down the red carpet, as Tom and Sarah walk, his arm gently resting on her waist, hers around his shoulder.

“You look lovely,” he whispers into your ear as you continue to walk.

“Not as handsome as you.”

He’s been saying nice things, whispering them to you all night, found it was the best way to make you smile, especially after what happened with Jack. You never did see him on the red carpet that night and didn’t bother asking anyone where he might be either.

***

“Wow,” you say, collapsing on the bed of your hotel room next to Tom.

“Fun right?” He asks.

“I mean, I wasn’t expecting such reactions from the crowd.”

“Yeah? Movie premiere crowds are always the rowdiest. But hey, they cheered, they laughed, they cried, you made one hell of a movie.”

“Guess so, I’m proud of it,” you sigh, gently opening the first edition copy of East of Eden, “how did you even find this?”

“I’ve got connections,” he smiles, watching as your eyes scan the first page, so different from your tattered copy from 10th grade.

“My 10th grade English teacher would lose her mind if I told her I had this. Scared to read from it, just wanna put it in a glass case and stare at it.”

“Well, it’s all yours so you can do anything you want with it.”

“Can’t believe this is all happening.”

“What is?”

“Everything, been my dream since I was a kid, to be famous, and well, yeah,” you sigh, not quite finding the words you’re looking for.

“You know, it might be, like, don’t feel obligated to say yes but would you maybe wanna, I don’t know, go on a date? Not now obviously, I think I could fall asleep right here but I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

“Yeah? I mean the entire world already thinks we’re dating so sure, I don’t think a public date would hurt or help our cause.”

“Great,” you yawn, turning on your side.

“I should go, so you can sleep,” he says, standing up.

“Stay,” you mumble against your pillow.

He doesn’t respond and your heart almost drops, assuming he’s going to leave. Instead, he crawls into the bed, his arm hesitantly resting on your waist, until you scoot so your back is flush against his chest.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, exhaling, for the first time in over a year and a half you truly felt safe and comfortable falling asleep.

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Kinda, when something bad is done without stop in a large scale,you see like the plaugh of the cow without 1 operating it cutting across the road as making holes to warn u that reality is due, so should stop lest can develop landslides in ya dreamy mental picture.

When u stop in delivery justice as can mediate in a certain situation to stop with like many nations making gadgets, yet the 1 who has told them so how such are made they don’t help like send him some cash but instead wants to kill him until they hear 2 or more nations have come up with what they think its them alone whom have come up with like internet makes ya gadget kills esp home appliance if u look at them from outside but the big machines like aeroplane and cars the same but from inside it doesn't. Avoid looking at Japanese, Nigeria, SA, Ghana, German, USA machines from the outside even if appealing and china has followed suit as the later now falls on their machines as they have refused to the point explained above of to intervene and save the world situation and most whites that is their happiness 4 such gadgets to reduce ya longevity to create much deaths which will later increase casket exhumation and sales and to bar people from buying such machines altogether dude. Try to help Serve justice so ya gadgets is free of that spirit mentioned above

Now ya character of thwarting other peoples destiny brought out even if they have moved on in life,the lovers of smooth good things like temperate lands, so wont get there and even of badmouthing like the Luo fellows and those wanting from ya like kamaba/trukana blooded like the Tz people, that could not have been known without the coming up of machines with another 1 nation b4 we know their character and those who have not come up with the same and after all have come with the same to make such machines useless as no huge markets 4 one nation as described above as other nations who have learnt the same reduces such as well as profits. This a 2 way thing,u might think u r hindering 1 progress but ya character well known 1st hand and the white man are happy of this cause they delude ya in ya happiness to know your later character. You and ya family to eliminate 4 good that trait if it persist not to change along with that false telling mind game character

The Negros now knows the Internet is in Africa and the pay-TV, so their agenda stopped of increasing their subscribers with their own here, so together with USA whites gets furious, saying now they are kamba blooded as Kambas are usually brown as opposed to other local tribes, so they got crimes and cant get to Canada, so must get their via coming to Kenya, learn Swahili and get their as described above or on education basis as well as in Russia, where they can buy stuff like wheat and rye and place in the unmanned cargo drone after they have known to make the same and ship them to Africa to make super-normal profits and even military vehicles to attack such nations. The Negro mind is a spoilt mind of wanting to be 1st but lacks sufficient understanding to partake such synonymous with Kamba/kikuyu blooded men like the Luo tribe. Dude if u did not know that’s their plan which now, kinda has failed.

The E-cargo drone described below are used to carry the concrete made pillars 4 building tall skyscrapers partitioned with wood and glass b4 inserting the same into deep dug holes like wells same used in the boom process to build tall buildings where sewer water or garbage place in big long containers like the oil depot ones or garbage as snow or hay fenced with the perimeter to make the same and even with houses and road or bridges.

Moch anadai mbolo changu ni ndogo, well, am going to buy papa wembe/fololo, bazuka or bolingonang’ai.

In any boom process u cut the sacrifice like with vegetables, clothes, tea leaves or the inserted photo mostly into 4 parts using a scissor b4 ya machine or gadget formed in the boom process. Worker and vineyard parable to bring out reality of what Christ meant.

Most Kamba blooded other tribes got Bugusu or Batkan blood of cannibalism as well as many Chinese but we know not if that cannibalism trait is of Bugusu or Batkan as well as kikuyu and lesotho folks got the same as some Chinese tribes got the Lesotho blood of loving tho, as deaths or Ng’otho as sex much to kisii people got the same bugusu blood of, kinda, 1 see ya body as swollen as frowning dude yet not necessarily the case. They are usually good people but the corpse eating trait screw up every bit of their goodness.

They want ya food so u get fed up as they reverse the same on ya or if not say u r eating much yet the same is with them. So u go to bed hungry letting them know so the next morning if u eat ya food should leave ya in liberty but b4 u know it send kids to want ya food yet with them they ate their super, which if u refuse to give them, they kinda, liaise with women to instill a trait that they are fed up with ya eating character or will tell the no-more Mr white man of the same so ya ways blocked yet yours don’t take 1 to hell as theirs of cannibalism exhuming graves which got evidence is the same above is done. Friends they are just corpse hungry and their plan to sell such claiming they are cleaver plunged into jeopardy as going no-where as want u to die which they will die b4 ya. Fuck Jesse Jackson its aint about race now so to remind ya of reality b ya-self dude cause those u wanted to be have been overtaken by events as not superior anymore dude. 1st solar powered smartphone made in the world, Google, not China, Russia, Canada, Germany or UK but Kenya so why wanna be them, or u know pretty well he was given the brand to delude people, if not why follow or wanna be like them, leave them all alone dude period and lets move on

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Masai blooded men still claim they wanna be like white men or they are 4gotten, well that’s ya none-sense as per what is explained above. Get ya-self together and get to their nation, stop disturbing us with that shit that ya character next to the 1 of a white-man.

Masai or fulani manyatta houses ya fore-fathers lived in the same, so if u abuse such people means u disrespect ya ancestors who lived in the same conditions whom their sayings u hold dear and use to be seen as a man. Meaning u r of no-sense and only rude headed nowhere bro as the city u claim to be good to ya Nairobi houses 70% of such slums, so u abuse ya every own city and dwellers, so u wanna kill them as is per that, yet u claim to be attracting much people to it. U insane of less mind who are grown ups and has refused to get back to their lands, instead u want others land, u aint school levers dude, mind ya life bro or sitting on a death bed or timing bomb, die u aint of utility to us and even ya jealousy now u portray we will miss in ya i long overdue and we want it not dude. Mother fuckers and assholes wanting others food in-pretense of a woman with no sense in it. Enda huko makwapa huyu.

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Polaroids.

Summary: You're a photographer for the band and when you and John stay in at Ridge Farm instead of going out, something interesting develops.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT (very poorly written) SMUT! Fingering, voyeurism (kinda?), swearing, this is kinda kinky, please do not read if you are under 18!

A/N: This was inspired by one of the greatest photoshoots Queen ever did (don't @ me...I mean just look at one of the photos in all its glory ⬇️ Roger's pants tho 😭😂😫) I'm also very bad/awful/terrible at smut but I tried my best 😅 Also, I wrote it with Deaky in mind because he needs more love and this is a little kinky- he deserves that too. Enjoy! 💖

John sent you a smile as a flash went off in his face while he and the boys were recording. "One more!" You begged and you snapped another photo of him on your Polaroid camera, instantly printing a photo. You shook it almost violently to develop it. "That's a good one," you smiled and John leaned down to look at it.

"Why do you always take two?" Roger laughed.

You shrugged a shoulder "The photos develop differently. I have a 35mm film in one camera and the Polaroid camera develops them pretty much instantaneously."

"Yeah but you never take two of anyone else, you always take two of Deaky..." Roger knowingly smirked and you glared at the drummer before looking at the bassist who had a small smile on his face as well as rosy cheeks.

"John is very...photogenic." You snapped a photo of the whole band. You had became the sort of official photographer for the band. You had known Freddie for many years since the two of you were neighbours. He used to always catch you taking photos and once he found out how good you actually were when you gave him a photo you snapped of his cats, he practically begged you to take as many photos of him and the band throughout their journey.

You were at Ridge Farm with them, the place was so small that you were stuck in the basement beside Deaky on a pull out sofa bed that pressed against the bottom of John's bed. You didn't mind, you loved spending time with John. He was always good company. He was incredibly sweet and always kind but had a devilish sense of humour and mind from time to time- but you liked that. It was difficult not to fall for him, you were utterly smitten with him and his long hair that went into ringlets whenever it got wet. You caught him just as he was coming in out of the rain one time, crashing right into you when you opened the door to let him in. "You got a hairdryer?" He asked after apologising at least a dozen times. You told him it was upstairs and he let out a sigh of relief "Thank you! You're amazing! If the guys saw me like this they'd laugh their heads off," he softly giggled before pecking your cheek and running upstairs. That was the day you realised that you'd fallen in love with him.

"Earth to Y/N!" Brian waved his hand in your face and you snapped out of your trance.

"Hmm?" You hummed and gently knitted your brows together.

"I said we're going to the pub down the road. Are you coming?"

You thought about for a second before shaking your head "No, I'm alright. Thanks though! I'm going to have a look through my pile of polaroids and see what ones to keep and bin the ones that are rubbish."

"So binning all the ones of Roger's face then?" John spoke up and you let out a laugh, Roger shot Deaky a very unimpressed glare. "I can stay with you so you aren't on your own for hours."

"Oh you don't have to do that," you bashfully smiled.

John waved his hand "That's alright, I don't mind." You smiled and looked down to your feet, thanking John for doing that before heading back to the room you shared with him to sort out your photos.

It was getting late, you were sprawled out on the uncomfortable sofa bed- constantly moving to get comfortable. The stairs down to the basement creaked and you glanced up seeing John resting against the wall and watching you with a smile. "Hey," you looked up and then back down at the photos "You not bored staying in with me yet?" You let out a snort of laughter.

"Bored of you? Never!" He incredulously exclaimed. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked up again.

"What's a photographers favourite game?" He had a grin forming on his face.

"I don't know, John. What is a photographers favourite game?" He walked over to you and picked up your Polaroid camera, snapping a photo of you on the bed.

"Snap." You burst into a fit of giggles and John hung the camera around his neck before pulling out a pack of cards out of his jean pocket. "Want to play?" You nodded and the two of you headed upstairs where you'd have more space to play. You both lay on the floor of the living room, you and John swapped the camera back and fourth to take photos. You knew he loved photography too. He never told you, but the main reason he loved it so much was because of you. He saw how passionate you were about it and he loved that. He loved many things about you.

Including you.

"Snap!" You pulled a pile of cards towards you with a proud smirk "C'mon John! You're not even focused on playing!" Your eyes flickered up to him, he was looking at you. You snapped a photo of him and when it developed you smiled "I really like this one, think I'll put it in my photo album to keep it safe."

You were about to get up when John stopped you "I can do that, I'm going to get a drink from the kitchen anyway."

"You sure?" He nodded "Okay then, thanks. It's the blue book, it will either be on the righthand or lefthand side of my case." You shuffled the cards while he went to the kitchen to leave a beer out for himself before going down to the basement to grab your album.

John opened your case and his brow furrowed- there was a blue album and a black album. The bassist uttered the colours back and forward to himself, he forgot what colour you had said. On a whim he picked up the black album and opened it to put the photo inside. He hesitated when he noticed that inside weren't your typical photos. Some were black and white, some in colour. But all of them seemed to be of you.

He smiled seeing your happy face in the reflection of the mirror and flipped through the pages. He paused seeing a photo you had taken of your bare legs, he traced his fingers against the photo and then looked at the next page and his breath caught in his throat. You were wearing hardly anything in the next few photos, each photo taken at different angles of your lacy lingerie clad body. John swallowed hard and flipped the next page, almost groaning at the sight of you posing in the mirror, the photo was a little blurry but he could make out that you were lazily holding your unclasped bra on your chest.

"Where are you John?!"

John physically jumped and the album fell out of his hands. "C-coming!" He mentally snapped himself, probably not the best word to use when he was looking at increasingly explicit photos of you and becoming very turned on. The photos were spread out all over the floor and he tried to frantically pick them all up.

"What the hell are you-" you went down the stairs to the basement, the Polaroid camera hanging off your neck, and stopped when you got to the bottom of the staircase "-doing...?" You shut your eyes "Blue album, John! BLUE!" You crouched down and picked up some of the photos off the floor and snatching the ones that John had in his hand.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered out and kept trying to help but you were too quick for him. You huffed as you tried to neatly place the photos back in the black album. John found one by his bed. It was a black and white one of you on the bed with stockings that came to your thigh and a very skimpy pair of underwear with a garter belt attached that was holding your stockings up. "Do you take these all yourself?" He asked in a low tone.

You glanced over your shoulder at him "Yes."

"These...these are art." He whispered loud enough for you to just hear him. The tone of his voice told you that he meant every word. That they were more than just photos- they were masterpieces.

You turned around completely to him, he was still holding the Polaroid picture in his hand "Really?" John nodded and stretched out his arm to hand you the photo back. You looked at the photo before looking at him intently. You gently pushed the photo back to him and then took off the camera before handing it to him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"Do you like me, John?" You bit down on your lip.

John let out a string of 'i's before uttering out a yes. "Yes, I do like you."

"More than a friend?" You looked at him with hopeful eyes "I like you more than as a friend."

If John wasn't taken aback already, he really was now. "I like you more than a friend too...a lot more."

A moment of silence filled the tiny space that was the basement. "Take photos of me, John." He blinked as a response so you gently wrapped his hands around the camera and placed his finger on top of the shutter button and gently pressed down on his finger with your own. You then pressed your lips to John's and he let out a faint hum before you pulled back. He finally managed to take a few, letting the developing images fall to the floor. He continued to take photos as you slowly took off your top, hesitating for a moment seeing you standing in front of him with nothing but your jeans and bra on. "Keep taking photos," you murmured against his lips and pushed him down on to the bed. He propped himself up with his elbows and snapped another photo of you undoing your jeans.

John had never been so hard in his life, it was becoming a strain to still have his trousers on. You slipped out your jeans and John took another photo before taking a moment to appreciate and admire the view. "God, you're beautiful," his words were just as strained as his trousers. You bashfully looked away and John managed to get another photo.

You sauntered over to him and crawled on top of him, John unintentionally hit the shutter button too many times out of sheer excitement so a trail of photos came out one after the other of you climbing over him. You undid your bra and let the straps fall to the crook of your elbows. John took another photo before going to put down the camera. You reached out and stopped him "Take as many as you want." He took another one just after you had removed your bra and bit down on his lip hard, tensing a little feeling you straddling him.

"Fuck," he breathily moaned and snapped another photo before leaning up and wildly kissing you. You let out a small squeak when his mouth crashed against yours. He wasn't messing about. He brushed his tongue against your lips and your lips parted just enough to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He ran his fingers through your hair and you did the same to his. You gently bit his lip and he lowly growled, leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth to your jaw and then your breasts. He used the very tip of his tongue to teasingly play with your nipple.

"Oh god Deaky!" Your back arched and your head fell back with pleasure. He pulled back to remove his shirt and then nervously fumbled with his belt. You took over and he watched your fingers quickly make light work of getting rid of his belt and trousers. He snapped another photo of you hovering over him. You peppered kisses on his thighs and he softly moaned, his fingers were laced in your hair. You sneakily ran your tongue against his cock which was still hidden by his boxers. John let it a faint hiss feeling the hot, wet contact against him.

John loudly groaned "Keep doing that I'm not going to last long," he let out a breathy laugh. You sat up and rubbed your nose against his before gently kissing him, his hand rested on your neck.

"We have all night," you winked "And all the days after that..." you lay down with your back against the bed and he hovered over you. "But right now, John. I need you." You clawed at him with your fingernails "Please," you begged "Take photos of me and fuck me."

John didn't need to be told twice. He peeled off his boxers, letting out a faint sigh of relief now that he was finally free. John took another photo of you sprawled out on the bed before placing down the camera and setting it to an automatic timer to go off every so often. His fingers traced over the edge of your underwear before they brushed against your wet clit. You let out a scratchy moan and John applied more pressure, driving you both wild. He knew he managed to get a photo of the dazed smile on your face just as he began rubbing you through your underwear. He hooked his fingers either side of your underwear and pulled them off you. John then began kissing up your legs before parting them a little to kiss your inner thighs, eventually moving his mouth to your soaking wet heat. Your fingers tightly gripped onto his long hair, twitching ever so slightly feeling him run the length of his tongue across your slit.

"Can you do that thing you do when you're about to strum the bass strings?" You begged, breathing heavily. You were a little shy about it, but god it turned you on watching him play and then he'd suddenly lick two fingers before plucking away at the strings again. It drove you to the point of insanity. You were jealous of a fucking bass guitar most days. He devilishly smirked and licked his two fingers before slipping them in, you gasped feeling the contrast of his cool saliva on his fingers in your wet heat. John cockily grinned and began gently pumping while his tongue frantically moved against your clit. He heard you let out a wail of a groan and couldn't wait to see that photo of your face. He could just picture it now- your eyes shut with your head sunk into the pillow with a look of ecstasy on your face. He slowed down a little and then went a bit faster, he continuously did this for a few minutes. "You are such a tease, Deacon..." you panted.

John sat up and caught his breath a little, he then slipped on a condom that he had taken from Rogers- not so secret- stash. "Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded, gently holding onto his shoulders, his long hair brushing against your skin added a faint tickling sensation to the mix- it put your emotions into overdrive. "O-oh god," he cried out and you let out a growl under your breath feeling him inside you. "You're so bloody tight! Holy fuck!" He hissed in pleasure.

You griped on to his arms and looked into his eyes as he began to slowly move his hips. "J-John," you breathed out his name, a wave of sheer pleasure rushed through your body. "I've wanted you for so long," you admitted, delicately brushing your fingers over his cheek and jaw.

John pressed a chaste kiss to your fingertips "Me too," his face was close to yours. He rubbed his nose against your own "You look so beautiful right now," he kissed you "And always." He kissed you again and again, each time he did he thrusted a little bit harder into you- it was like he was trying to permanently pin you to the mattress with his hips. You moaned against his lips, breaking apart ever so slightly.

"J-J-John," you moaned into his mouth just as the camera went off again. "Oh right...right there," you mewed and began kissing his jaw and neck. He let out a high pitched groan when your lips pressed against his sweet spot. He was almost completely and utterly pushed over the edge when you nipped at his skin and then licked over the dull ache with your tongue. You pulled back and looked into his eyes as he thrusted his hips quicker and harder than before, his movements faltered a little when he felt himself getting close. "It's okay, John," you moaned out every word "I'm almost there too," He hummed before letting out a loud moan and you pressed your lips to his, both of you sloppily and filthily kissing each other as you came which was enough to set John off. He could hear the camera snap and he got off the top of you, the pair of you gasping for air like it was going out of fashion. He wanted to see that photo, the one that was perfectly timed with your orgasm. Your face in that photo would put all the works of art in the world to shame. That sinfully, heavenly look captured forever.

John turned to you and cupped your cheek "That was amazing," he dreamily sighed and tiredly kissed you. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked and you giggled. He was always so thoughtful and considerate.

"I'd love a cup," you smiled and ran a hand through his hair. John stood up and pulled on his boxers before handing you one of his t-shirts and your underwear. You put them on while he made the tea and then began to collect up all the Polaroids that were all over the room. He had taken at least a hundred. Your Polaroid could manage to hold 105 at a time and always had a mix of coloured and black and white film. John came back with a tray of tea, he found you on the bed going through some of the photographs. He placed the tray down on the bedside cabinet and joined you in bed. "I like this one," you smirked and showed John a picture of himself moaning mid-picture.

"I really like this one," he showed you a photo of yourself with your neck arching and your face contorted with pleasure with a little bit of your chest in the frame too.

"It's yours," you winked and pecked his lips. You picked up another one and felt your heart flutter. "I love this one." John looked over to the photo, a picture of the two of you lovingly looking into each other's eyes with soft smiles on your faces. He bashfully smiled and kissed your cheek before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, you ended up on his lap. "Almost as much as I love you..." you quietly admitted looking at John.

He blinked, his surprise soon melting away into a loving gaze "I love you..." he placed his fingers under your chin and softly kissed you. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces and continued to look at the photos from your intimate photoshoot. "All these photos are really good, more like art than porn," he said and a lightbulb went off in your head. You knew you had to do something different on your next photoshoot with the band.

"This has given me a great idea!"

John smugly smirked "Glad to know sex with me is so stimulating and inspiring," you playfully glared at him and nudged his arm. "So what's the idea?"

•••

"When you said 'Queen bares all' I thought you meant like...emotionally or something," Brian uttered "But you want us to do what?"

"You heard me Bri," you smirked setting up your camera "Strip off down to your underwear." You looked at John with a burning gaze "All of you." You saw the bassist nervously bite down in his lip, a grin slowly forming on his face as he was reminded of taking photos of your bare body and fucking you and caressing every curve with his hands. Which was more or less a daily occurrence over the past month.

John knew the rest of the band were oblivious to what you both got up to behind closed doors.

They all hesitantly managed to strip off in front of you, Deaky was quite comfortable however. It was only you in the room with them and it physically pained John not to run over and grab you, take you away to have his way with you and tell you how much he adores the socks off of you. You placed your camera around your neck and tried to get them into position. "Roger!" You snapped "I told you white or black!"

"I didn't know you were talking about underwear!" He yelped "They are kinda black and white in bits anyway!" He tried to defend his choice of flamboyant boxers. You rolled your eyes and grabbed him, positioning him in place and giving him a sceptre then positioning Brian and Freddie.

"You're beside Rog for this one," you said to John.

"Wish I was beside you wearing this, just us...a camera..." he said in a low tone just so you could hear him. You placed him beside Roger, the drummer noticed you getting all flustered.

"What's the matter Y/N? Too much flesh?" He smirked and you glared at him.

"No smiling! Look serious!" Although Roger did the complete opposite of what you asked when you took the photo. It still looked good however, especially the look Deaky was sending you down the lens. 'Smug bastard' you thought and tried not to smirk too much. "Alright a few more and then I'll let you put your clothes back on." You could hear Brian sigh with relief.

After taking the last photo you let the boys change "So Y/N," Freddie spoke up "How did you get the inspiration for this particular shoot?"

Your eyes darted to John for a split second and you noticed the nervous look on his face before you returned your attention to Freddie. "Um what inspired me? Uh..." you looked to Deaky again and softly smiled "Art." You said. John swallowed hard and tried not to let his poker face falter. He was your inspiration, you were calling him and the photos you took together art. "Yes! Art!" You said again "Inspired by one of the most beautiful pieces of art in the world..." John looked to his feet with a wide grin on his face.

The boys hummed, sounding slightly unconvinced but you didn't really notice. They left the room to grab their coats and things- John made an excuse about his own camera in order to stay behind to be with you.

"So," Roger clapped his hands together when the three of them were out of yours and John's earshot. "When are we going to tell them we know they're together because we heard them going at it?"

"And when are we going to tell them we found that photo..." Freddie smirked and the pair of them looked at Brian for reasonable advice.

"Let them have their moment for now. Who knows what will...develop!" Brian laughed at his own joke while Roger and Freddie sent him a deadpanned glare.

"I think we should tell them," John said as his lips found yours again. His fingers played with the ends of your hair.

"I think they already know," you sighed with a small smile on your face, John raised a brow, silently questioning what you meant. "Saw Roger ogling over a photo of you on top of me. He must have been sneaking around in the basement. Although, I think he was more interested in my nipple than anything else." John narrowed his eyes and was about to run out the door and tackle Roger before you pulled him back. "It's alright, Deaky!" You laughed and soothingly stroked his hair "You'll always get the best Polaroids..."

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I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch.2) - reincarnation

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

“She’ll be okay,” the man said

Kaileia lay on a towel that CJ and Miko set up. A man that was out surfing saw Kai getting washed up by the ocean and quickly pulled her out

“She probably just took in some water and passed out from shock but she’ll be good,” He finished, offering a nod to her friends.

“Oh, okay. Thank you so much,” Miko smiled before he went on his way, his wetsuit and board leaving a wet trail behind him. She was thankful they didn’t need 911 because to be real honest here, they were all broke as heck.

Not too long later Kai coughed a few times before waking up.

“Dude are you okay?” CJ asked

“Yeah I’m fine I just have a headache right now,” Kai replied, her voice filled with fatigue.

“Oh my god I thought you died,” Melissa said, half joking.

-

Kaileia didn’t remember what happened the rest of that night, only that Miko let her sleep over at her place. So when she awoke the next morning in a room that wasn’t hers, it wasn’t alarming at all.

What was alarming though was that she was asleep way longer than she thought she’d be. Usually she slept in until it was about ten to eleven a.m. Now, it was already two p.m. She stayed in bed for a little nonetheless, her inner monologue explaining the tasks of the day: walk the dogs, go to the gym, get that TB test and fingerprint scan done so you can start working soon. Mustering up as much leg strength as she could, she got up to go get ready for the day. She searched for her backpack with her change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste and all her other things, the only thing missing was her phone for her morning music. Puzzled, she couldn’t find it anywhere in her bag and come to think of it, she’d never seen this room in Miko’s house before. And the day looked a lot more glum than the usual Kauai sun.

“Miko? Have you seen my phone?” She questioned aloud enough for her to hear if she was downstairs. To no avail, she tried again, “Miko?”

Silence

Did Miko have somewhere to be this morning? She couldn’t call her without a phone so she figured she’d find a house phone and made her way downstairs. As soon as she openned the door of the bedroom, she froze

I have no idea who’s house this is.

A white hallway with a room straight across, a bathroom to the right and a staircase to the left. Carefully going down the staircase she was even more shocked and afraid— I really don’t know who’s house this is.

She found a smaller sized kitchen and a living room next to it, big enough to fit two couches and a TV, the front door on the upper right corner.

She picked up the house phone hanging right by the kitchen, only to realize she didn’t even know Miko’s number— it was saved to the cell phone she couldn’t find. Was I kidnapped? Am I in a murderer’s home?

Call mom, you idiot

Her hands scrambled in panic as she dialed her moms number,

“You have reached the voicemail box of pause Susie May, please leave a message! At the to—”

Who the fuck is Susie May? Spotting a pair of car keys on the table, Kaileia didn’t know where she was going, or what she would do, but she needed to get out of this murderer’s house as fast as she could. She ran up the stairs, her knees quivering from fear she paid as least mind to as she possibly could, grabbed her backpack, took the keys and ran outside. Walking as fast as she could, she smashed the lock button until she heard a beeping from one of the cars. Discovering which car the key belonged to, she put it in ignition and drove.

Nothing was familiar. Absolutely nothing. The island she lived on was small enough for her to have explored it all as she lived there for a whole 19 years, so it made no sense she’d never seen this place before. Her conclusion: the kidnapper took her to a land unknown. And she couldn’t go back to that house. Ever.

She made a right, and a left, and another right, trying to find something familiar. It took one wrong right at a stop light she didn’t realize— and a cop was right there. He signaled for her to pull over, most likely to ticket her for this minor mistake. Kai sighed— this is the last thing right now. I’m literally fleeing my kidnapper.

She rolled down her window, “Is there a reason you didn’t stop at the stop sign, ma’am?” The officer in black sunglasses asked. There was no reason for the sunglasses, really.

She shook her head, still in shock from everything that’s happened, especially from being questioned by a cop— the last time something like this happened, she had to pay so much money to fix her own car, and still needed to pay because the lady she crashed into went to physical therapy— taking the advice of her claims assistant, even tho Kai had left nothing more than a crack of paint on said lady’s car. In short, Kai wasn’t ready to be broke all over again.

“License, registration and insurance, please,” He requested.

She nodded, and scrambled the compartment to look for the information she knew she didn’t have. It surprised her though, she did find the registration and insurance. She left that into her lap to find her license in her backpack. She froze. It had her name and her picture but it was missing the rainbow and the blue letters reading “Hawaii”. It was instead a normal creme colored background and read “Washington” across the top. She scrambled back to the registration and insurance in her lap— both under her very own name. She couldn’t think. Shakily and obviously very nervous, she handed all three documents to the officer.

He received them with a nod, then took them to the police car, most likely to run her records. But how is this car under her name? How did she end up in Washington, and why Washington? What the fuck was here, that brought her here? Theres literally no reason to be here. It’s cloudy, it’s cold, it’s depressing.

He brought all three back to her, “Well there’s nothing on your record, and I’ve decided I’ll let you off with a warning,” he concluded.

Kai sighed gratefully, “Thank you so much Officer”

“You be careful now,” he advised, and his radio went off

“Chief Swan, do you copy?” A man said over the system

He nodded to her before dismissing her. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Washington. I’m in Washington. What am I doing in the mainland? How is this car mine? Everyone here dresses weird. Could it be, that the house is also mine? Don’t be stupid. You might fall into the murderer’s trap. You should have told the officer while you had the chance. I mean you still do, technically. They haven’t moved and neither have you.

Maybe we could just check? You’re seriously gonna take a chance on death? Maybe.

Without thinking, she circled around the town before going back to the house she woke up in. It was now 6pm. If the murderer was to return, they’d have surely been home by now, right? But the sight she saw in front of her house was anything but a murderous aura. It was a father and his son riding on his little tikes bicycle in front of the drive way, just passing through. Warily but quickly, she walked to the front door, the umbrella she found in the back seat now in her right hand, ready to stab whoever it was that was gonna grab her as soon as she opened the door— only there was no one. All she saw was the house with everything in the exact position it was left.

I should call 911

She quickly searched for any cabinets until she found one filled with documents, proving ownership of the house, so she’d have an address and hopefully a name to provide whoever would assist her on the other line. Only for her heart to stop after reading the name of the homeowner: Kaileia Mahelona

Brows furrowed and eyes wide, she read the name over and over again, searching for any documents to prove otherwise but— nothing. Did this house belong to her? She stood frozen in that spot, no reaction, no other thoughts, just her trying to grasp onto the concept that this is either all some sick joke, a dream, or she is actually in another reality. Maybe I was reincarnated early?

Kaileia stalked across the kitchen and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. None of the news was out of the ordinary— well at least for someone who didn’t pay too much attention to the news regularly. Immigration protests, some world cup final, tainted spinach and the shocking news on the Crocodile Hunter’s death. Surely they meant his death anniversary.

No. It was his actual death. With a photo of him and the words underneath reading “Steve Irwin, 1962-2006”

Two-thousand what now?

“This ain’t it, sis” she whispered, hands of stress running through her hair. She shook her head in disbelief.

Definitely not real. Wake up Kai, come on wake up. If it’s 2006, you’re literally six years old right now.

Her peripherals caught a computer she hadn’t seen there before. From there, she discovered that she was actually in Forks, Washington, it was definitely 2006, and that the Marvel universe exists here. So talking about Spiderman wouldn’t make her look like a mad man. Which is great, because she loves Spiderman. Also Deadpool. Okay that’s besides the point.

“What am I to do? I don’t think I have a job and I’m definitely not in school,” she thought to herself. Without a second thought, she left the house yet again and drove.

“Another hiker presumed dead, searches still going on for the killer animal—” a voice on the radio spoke. Killer animals? What the hell is going on, Forks? Distracted by her thoughts while driving along the never ending path along the mountain, a wolf suddenly ran across about 50 feet from her, still close enough for her to register that this was in fact NOT a normal sized wolf. It was about five times the size of what she’d expected.

She rounded a corner and caught sight of a party. “Forks High School Prom” a giant banner read across the entrance of the venue. She decided to park here, the lights were a pretty sight as she tried to pay no mind the awkward couple dancing in the middle of the lawn. The girl wore a purple dress with a boot and the boy with a suit on, skin paler than the Korean pop stars her friend Miko was obsessed with. It looked like that scene from Twilight. She was unknowingly staring— he dipped her low and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Another action that reminded her of the twilight movie. Kaileia hadn’t seen it since Elementary school.

The couple were about to exit the canopy when Kai thought, “careful girl, he’s probably a vampire”. It was only a joke, alluding to the Twilight movie that happened in Forks with this exact ending scene when the boy froze. He turned in the direction of Kaileia’s car and— ah shit.

“Can he hear me? How did he know to look exactly where I’m at?” She panicked

There’s no way this is happening. Hurriedly, she started the car and drove off.

Was that Edward Cullen? Was that really them? It has to be a real coincidence. Twilight is fiction. It’s literally cringe culture. But it could also explain that big ass wolf that jumped out of nowhere. It would explain why that girl looked so much like Bella.

Kai decided she couldn’t say or think anything about what she knows anymore. Edward can definitely hear her thoughts.

I can’t change the storyline. Everyone made it out alive at the end of Breaking Dawn. Don’t change that. I could die here. But if I died here would I go back to my old life? Possibly. It happened to that girl in Scarlet Heart: Ryeo.

Kai, that was a kdrama.

Twilight was a movie series!

Touché.

All I have to do is survive. Don’t change the story lines. Try not to get involved.

She parked the car in the driveway this time instead of across the street, rounding the corner to the door but froze as she saw the same boy who was just dancing at the prom.

“Can I help you, sir?” She asked him, trying her best to project her voice and mask her timidness

He turned, his eyes going first then the rest of his body behind him, “Hi, I’m Edward Cullen”

She nodded, “Hi. What are you doing here?” She asked, wanting to get straight to the point

He paused, realizing he didn’t prepare a lie to tell her and having no real justification besides “I heard your thoughts. How do you know what I am?” Of course, he didn’t say this out loud, he can’t jump to conclusions and expose his kind. Instead, he excused, “I must have gotten the wrong house.”

Kai nodded, keeping her thoughts silent and slipping past him, rushing to get inside and lock the door. She let out an exhale of relief after being inside.

He’s onto me.

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ok story time bc im bored and wanna distract myself

in my geo class we got new seating arangements like a week ago and i got stuck with a desk near the wall

and ofc theres other classes during the day in the same class since its in period d, right so

when i sit down theres like nothing in the desk except ?? this one printed out picture of some strange robot human ??? (super pixely btw)

class hadnt started yet n im with 2 of my friends and the teacher in the classroom and we ask him who left this behind? and hes has no clue

then, the next day boom

another robot/human? picture in the desk ??? and im like wh y,, truly i forgot abt the photos after a few days until another black n white photo of,, u guessed it another robot/human (w a scar on his eye)

and me being me bc i can,,, came up with the idea to leave a note to this person and ask them for another pic

and fuckign guess what they did

literally the 3 of us started yelling bc we didnt think itd work but fuckdbfdjdk it did

so as the kind and polite person i am i leave a note saying thank u for the pic

and fast foward to today,,, i walk into class check my desk and there u fucking have it a note left behind with a large ass paper

the note:

they actually left a pretty good drawing tho,, i didnt get the chance to take a pic of it but u can imagine what it'd be (...human/robot)

so yea there u have it,, this is basically the pinicale of my highschool career