()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
It was known since you first strolled through the halls in an Hermes sweater, loose dress pants, and shiny loafers like shit was casual that you had more money than necessary, and it only became more prominent as time passed on.
People first speculated that you were a drug dealer, you dressed similarly to the man they all bought from so you couldn’t be too far removed from that lifestyle.
But when you opened your mouth and were actually able to exercise your personality, the rumors were instantaneously crushed.
You were then titled the town’s good samaritan, along with your parents. Without going into heavy detail, your family, extended or immediate, all ran businesses within a larger gang in Southern Cali.
It wasn’t your typical drug cartel that sold children to older predatory people, but one that distributed products while also putting anything they had back into their communities, and when the opportunity to spread their grounds and expand arose, your parents were the first to agree.
You were the type to help old ladies cross the street while holding their heavy brick-filled purses, and the kind of person to spot another when they were short a few on cash, and yet you demanded nothing back.
Maddy thought you were exactly what she needed. Initially, you were a rebound. You were new, so you wouldn’t know the intricacies of her and Nate’s relationship or the risk of being with her, so you were perfect.
But then you began showing her an extreme opposite of the relationship dynamic she was used to. Your family loved her and genuinely enjoyed her presence. If she wasn’t spending the day with you, her friend group, or babysitting, she could be found in any location around town with your mother. Drinks in hand from a random juice store, and freshly done nails that your mom insisted she paid for because she “needed to familiarize herself with her future daughter-in-law”.
The relationship you two had wasn’t the type that grew uncomfortable because you were moving too fast, ever. Maddy wasn’t used to reciprocated affection and acted as if she needed to pretend she was happy, so you moved at a pace set by her and never failed to tell her how much she meant to you, and eventually (on your 6 month anniversary) how much you loved her.
You thoroughly enjoyed giving her everything she’d needed and missed out on with Nate, like spoiling the shit out of her without her having to directly ask.
Emotionally you sat by her, listening to any and everything she wanted to say, occasionally providing your own input when need be.
And physically or financially??? Maddy never even had to open those gorgeously glossed lips of hers to ask.
You were observant. You saw the way she screenshotted ads for clothing on Instagram, and the endless Pinterest boards she had for whatever she envisioned. So whenever you noticed something catch her eye, it would immediately be in your cart, whether virtually or while in-store.
For your first Christmas together, you took her out on a simple venture to your nearest mall. A party for New Year was around the corner, and she’d mentioned needing an outfit so why not kill two birds with one stone?
Instead of the typical mall entrance, you took her through Sephora’s storefront. Anything her eyes cut back to, you snapped a picture of and followed right back behind her.
It was funny for other patrons and workers to watch. They saw her gracefully walk by and let her finger drag on a newly released palette, and here came your hulking figure that was definitely too big to be comfortable in the aisle, getting all close to snap a picture and read the label with your tongue poking slightly out in focus, before speed walking back to her and grabbing her hand.
Maddy was nearly in tears when looking at your room on Christmas evening. She wanted to stay with her family for the morning, so you took the liberty of bringing in a mini-tree, decorating it like the one in your living room, and stacking all of her presents beside it (there were too many for them to sit right under it). Each new gift she opened added another tear dropping down her cheek, she didn’t know what angel sent you for her, but she is so grateful she has you.
You were a selfless, stupidly rich simp for Maddy, and she loved everything about it.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
:marc spector x reader, brief steven grant x reader but platonic.
:cursing, paper cuts, bootyhole marc, reconciliation homie steven
:angst (not very good but tis angst)
()?:nope
:796.
:trouble in paradise.
/:this isn’t very good but I needed to post something to appease my brain.
“GodI fucking hate you. Marc.”
Paper lightly sliced through the tip of your dampened finger as you cursed the man’s existence while skimming through the packet’s pages. Fresh tears decorated your heated cheeks as your eyes interpreted the last line at the bottom of the page, the final signature before your half of the divorce paperwork was complete.
New ones brimmed in your eyes making your vision grow blurry, while your hand, excluding the pointer finger you’d cut, gripped the corners of the packet.
You didn’t want it to come to this. It seems like just days ago, the two of you were sitting on rocks, overlooking the ocean and sandy shores while discussing your forever together. Hands tightly clasped together like your palms were made to hold the other’s, and soft smiles gracing your lips. Seemed like just yesterday he’d dropped to one knee in Cairo, blazing heat against his back with a green and white scarf tied over his mouth and nose to protect him from the blowing sand. You’d stepped off your four-wheeler, breathless at the clear sight of the descending sun before turning to see him.
A toothy smile on Marc’s face as a simple gold ring with moon-shaped Lapis Lazuli at its center stayed pinched between his fingers. Expensive and way too gorgeous to be laying next to divorce papers on your granite countertops.
Thoughts interrupted by the closing of the fire escape’s window, you watched as your husband trudged from the threshold to standing in the bathroom with the door left open. You could see his eyes trained on your face and the tears that marked it while wrapping gauze onto his raw and reddened knuckles, yet his cold expression remained unwavering. You could see his eyes occasionally flick back to the mirror in front of him, him exhaling harshly through his nose at every expletive Steven screamed at him through the mirror.
You wished Steven would front. Wished he’d come in to pick up the pieces of glass staining the pathway between you and the man you’d married. Wished that he’d appear with a hug and a sympathetic expression, ready to rework his words and get you to forgive him. But there’s only so many, ‘he didn’t mean it’s a person could listen to before distrusting completely.
Marc moved to stand behind the seat beside you, deep brown eyes rimmed with red from exhaustion, dropping to read the bolded words at the top of the papers.
Over the last few months, every conversation of yours surrounding the nature of your relationship dissolved into a dramatic argument or sex. Doors being slammed, cold shoulders and passive-aggressive responses had become hourly occurrences when the two of you were home.
You thought he stayed out too late. Woken up more times than you can count on your fingers and toes to the sound of him climbing or falling through a window, the room smelling strongly like disinfectant, disinfectant, and hydrogen peroxide as he tended to his injuries under the moon’s light. He’d roll into bed, pulling your back to his chest ignorant to the cold food you’d spent hours cooking in the microwave or the abandoned candlelight set-up on the island.
You thought he didn’t care anymore. Completely oblivious to the times you’d gotten a new style, black to white braids, decorated with crystals and small moons to symbolize the title he cares so much about. Oblivious to the times you’d restocked his first aid kit, decorating the outside with a ‘God’s of Egypt’ sticker pack, ensuring all the Gods and Goddesses of the Ennead were present to appease Steven. And impassive to the time you’d spend trying to get a singular word out of him about his day.
Instead, he’d brushed you off. Those times your conversations became and stayed arguments he’d yell at you for being overbearing, for asking too much of him, for not giving him space.
You thought he’d fallen out of love with you, so you’d given him the easiest option, you thought he’d wanted.
You wanted to believe he still cared, that this was a simple fluke in your marriage, a small notch on a belt of small and soon resolved arguments but with each fleeting moment and the sound of his heavy footsteps moving towards the door you realized he already was too far gone.
You looked back down at the bead of blood on your sliced finger and stood to grab a bandaid from the first-aid kit Marc had left open, it was as soon as the little Spider-man bandaid stuck to the piece of the opposite side that you heard the door roughly shut behind you, and whatever small strings that held the mess of you together finally snapped.
Sitting in the locker room, you listened to your music to get you pumped up for the game as one of the trainers finished taping your ankles and wrists. You can do this. Our team is gonna win. Hearing the whistle blow, you and the other players walked into the open area of the locker room as Coach Kan called for a mini-meeting.
“Alright ladies, this is the big game so try to have fun out there. But you better crush them. I believe in you girls, you haven’t let me down before. Toga, try not to bite anyone this time, please.”
The blonde huffs in annoyance. “Fine…”
“Good luck out there ladies. Come on, hands in.” You all put your hands on top of each other in the middle of your circle. “Rampaging Rabbits on three.”
“One, two, three!” “Rampaging Rabbits!”
As you all filed out of the locker room, you grinned eagerly as you ran onto the court. Noticing Shinsou near the courtside, you waved at him before going to the bench. Standing in a semicircle, you listened to the play-by-play.
“Captains,” the referee calls for you and the other captain, Kaye, to stand facing each other.
“We meet again,” you smile at her, crouching into position, “Ready to lose again?”
Kay scoffs, “Not this time, beanpole.”
The whistle blows, and you easily smack the ball away from her, bouncing it across the court.
Y/N dribbled the ball up the floor and waved her hand as she crossed half-court, calling for a high pick and roll. Kendo, the center, left the paint and set herself just at the 3-point line. Y/N quickly darted to the left. Her defender crashed into Kendo while Y/N sped into the lane for an easy layup.
For the next twelve minutes, the Bees were up by 6 points. This was normal for the Rabbits. They’d trail behind in the first quarter but bounce back in the second. After the first half of the game, the score was Rabbits 51- Bees 49.
There were a couple of fouls on both ends. One of them was caused by Toga accidentally scratching one of the other team’s players and then getting elbowed in the ribs as retaliation which got them placed on the bench.
Hitoshi sits right behind the barrier, keeping his eyes fixed on you and cheering his lungs out.
“Dammit, Insomniac. You’ll blow out my hearing aids,” Katsuki grumbles next to him, adjusting the devices in his ears to a suitable level.
“Sorry, I’m cheering for my girlfriend.Go, babe, go!” he yells. While waiting for a pass, you lift your shirt and wipe your face, exposing your abs and a sliver of the bottom of your sports bra, “She’s so hot.”
“Ugh, simp,” Bakugou scoffs but blushes when Ochako waves at him from across the court.
“Go bestie go!” Mina cheers on the sidelines, waving her green pom-poms over her head, “Come on you guys, we’ve got to boost morale.”
The other cheerleaders nod determinedly. “Root for the Rabbits! Ra Ra Ra!” They cheered.
Point after point being scored by both teams, Coach Kan called a time out when there were only four minutes left, using their second to last timeout of the game.
“Alright, team, we’re gonna do a pick set. So Kendo, Toga, you two guard and Ochako and (Y/n) you two do what you do best.”
“Buckets?” Ochako grins.
“Buckets,” you nod.
“You think we’re gonna win?”
“An infamous angry blonde Pomeranian once told me, ‘Your team is one of the best in the prefecture. There’s no way you’d lose.’ I think we’ll do well.”
“Yeah. Bakugou’s right.”
“How’d you know it was him that said it?”
“Because he told me the same thing last week. Also, he’s been yelling at us to do better, and I quote: ‘Beat those stupid Stingers’ asses,’ half the game.”
Snickering at her response, you notice her swoon slightly. “Focus ‘chako. Win the game then you swoon over your crush.”
Blushing at your remark, she gently slapped her cheeks to snap herself out of it before nodding. “Right!”
As the whistle blew, signaling the end of the time out.
Jirou stood on the outside with the ball in hand before throwing it to you. It narrowed down to less than thirty seconds when Shiketsu were tied with Yuuei, which they called their final timeout.
5.7 seconds left on the clock, with the Yuuei Rabbits down by one point. There’s time to get a good look. No need to get greedy. Dodging her defender, she attempted to move to the far edge of the three-point line. You pivoted around and took a hard dribble towards the corner. Your defender was two steps behind, and the help defender was only 1 step behind but had a size advantage. You just needed a little bit of space. Darting towards your team’s bench, you saw the chance you needed. Taking the opportunity, you made your shot at the basket.
The buzzer sounded as the ball was in mid-air… It bounced off the back of the iron, then the front, before rolling around for what felt like a full minute and a half. Your body stilled with anticipation before the ball finally rolled through the net. The crowd roared as you made your victory lap. You laugh as Ochako, Toga, Kendo, and the rest of your team practically dogpile you. By the time you fully grasped that the ball actually went in, you felt several hands smack your back and some in your hair.
“You did it!” Ochako hugs you.
“No, Ochako. We did it!” You grin, hugging the girls close, “We won!”
You laughed as your teammates congratulated you, many of them hugging and jumping on you. Looking up, you saw blue and white confetti fall down onto the court as you heard a voice laugh in your ear. In all of the commotion, the student body of the stadium broke past the barrier and rushed the court in celebration.
“You did it, babe! You won!” Hitoshi yells loud enough for you to hear. You swoon at the wide smile before your eyes widen when you look down at him. His large hands lovingly squish your cheeks together, pulling you into a kiss, and the crowd cheered even louder.
“You are notsupposed to be down here.” You laugh and kiss him again.
“Whoops, got carried away. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, baby,” you giggle as the commissioner comes down onto the court with a man wheeling the trophy on a cart.
“Ladies, gentlemen and people in and outside of Tanaka Stadium, it is my honor to present to you, your 20XX Women’s College Basketball Champions, the Yuuei Rabbits!”
The crowd cheered again as Coach Kan came out and lifted the trophy with both hands and a grin on his face.
Hitoshi hugged your waist from behind, smiling as yours never left your face. You poked him and nodded your head as you saw Katsuki kissing Ochako. Good for them.
After changing and celebrating again, Mina decided to set up an after-party to celebrate the win. Something “small” for you and your team and a few friends.
“There she is!” When you walk into the apartment with Hitoshi, Mina cheers, “Our MVP!”
She hugs you and pushes her phone in your face, “So,what’s it like being the best?”
You playfully put your hand in front of the camera, “Exhausting.”
“But you’re a winner! Come on girl, be a littleexcited.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You won’t be tired after we get some booze in you!”
“Can’t drink, I’m still 19. But you twenty year olds get wasted, I’ll have my own fun.”
“Come on, no one has to know.”
“I’d rather not get caught in case the cops raid the place.”
Hitoshi leads you towards the empty loveseat in the corner.
“God I’m exhausted,” you sigh and rub your neck.
Hitoshi chuckles and sits beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure you are. My all star.”
“Ugh, stop,” You snort, “So cheesy.”
“Nah, you like it.” He rubs your shoulder, and you lay your head on his own.
“Thanks, ‘toshi,” you sigh. “I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome.”
After about an hour of hanging with Mina, half the basketball and cheer squad, and Hitoshi, you rolled your eyes as Shindo made his way over towards you, Hitoshi, and his best friend, Denki, who he introduced you to.
“So then I told her, if he’s gonna be a dick while flirting, he’s gonna be a dick while dating,” Denki laughed before getting quiet as Shindo walked over.
“Denki?” Hitoshi calls out before turning around. “Oh. Ew.”
“Nerd,” Shindo huffs at Hitoshi before turning to you. “Nerd fucker.”
“Limp dick,” you snap back.
“The fuck did you say?!”
“You heard me. Unless getting beat up made you deaf. Here, I’ll say it again just in case. Limp. Dick.”
Denki snickered before reaching for his empty drink and whining loudly at you.
“Don’t worry I’ll get you a new one. Babe you want one?” you ask, standing up and asking Hitoshi.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Hey, I’m talking to you! Don’t walk away from me,” he growls, grabbing onto your arm.
Slapping him out of reflex, you glare at him as his gaze darkens. Raising his fist, Hitoshi steps in and grabs Shindo’s hand, gripping it as tight as he can.
“The hell are you doing, you fucking freak!”
A crowd slowly formed around the four of you as the music was lowered.
“Keep your hands offandawayfrom my girlfriend.” He punches Shindo in the jaw on the last word, stunning you, Denki, and everyonearound you.
“Holy shit,” Denki whispers.
“Beat his ass, insomniac!” Bakugo shouts in the crowd.
Hitoshi grabs your hand and leaves, rolling his eyes, and pushes his way through the crowd towards the front door. Making his way to his car, he hisses as you pull back on his hand. “Woah, woah, woah, we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?! You punched someone!”
Hitoshi cradles his hand, “I think I sprained my wrist.”
“We’re going back to my place, butwe’re talking about this. Can you even drive with your wrist like this?”
“It hurts a bit, but I should be able to.”
“Nope, I’m driving. Gimme your keys. I’d rather you not kill us before we graduate,” you hold your hand out for the keys.
Begrudgingly giving you his keys, Hitoshi climbed into the passenger seat.
Starting the car and pulling out of the curb, you make your way back to the dorms, pulling into the parking lot.
After you open your door and let Hitoshi inside, you wordlessly go to your bathroom and pull out a first-aid kit. Sitting beside him on the bed, you carefully grabbed his injured hand as he looked between it and you.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m just shocked. I can’t believe you! You punched him in the face, Hitoshi! Right in the jaw!”
“I don’t know what came over me. He’s always bothering you and making you feel bad and lying about you. Always causing some sort of trouble on your name, roping Tatami and her little group into it. I got tired of it. Tired of him,” Hitoshi rambles before looking down at his bandaged hand.
Placing your hand on top of his, you shut his ramblings by slotting your lips against his. “Babe, shut up,” you mumble. “That was fucking hot.”
“What?”
“Punching Shindo in the face was fucking sexy as hell. You were so, badass.”
“Really?”
“Really. Kiss me again.”
Hitoshi chuckled softly, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand moving down towards your thigh.
“Toshi?”
“Shh. This is about you. You beat those Shiketsu Stingers. I wanna treat you tonight.”
“Hitoshi, what are you saying?” “I wanna go all the way with you.”
Staring at him, you gasp at his words as his hand gently rubs up and down your thigh.
“You wanna fuck me, Hitoshi?” you tease.
“Yeah,” he blushes.
Hitoshi looks away for a sec before slightly shaking his head and kissing you again. “Did so well in the game today. Babygirl made the game winning shot. I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, lips moving from yours down your jaw towards your neck as his hands run up your sides, slipping under your shirt.
“You’re proud of me?” you shudder.
“Really proud of you, baby. Looked so sexy on the court.”
Grinning as your breath hitches, he sucks against your pulse point.
Pulling away, he helps you take your shirt and bra off, once again mesmerized by your chest.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles.
“Don’t pass out this time,” you snicker.
“Oh, I won’t.”
His lips brushed over your neck once again, slightly teasing you. He started to suck on your skin, wanting to leave a mark and prove to the world that you’re his. He pulled back and admired your skin’s blooming cherry red color as he began to leave a trail of his kisses across your neck and chest.
“Fuck, ‘toshi,” you whine.
“So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing the flesh of one breast as his finger’s toyed with the nipple of the other.
“Fuck, where’d you learn to, shit, do that?” “Internet.”
After a while of him paying attention to your chest, he pulled away, gently kissing your lips. “Can I…eat you out?” He mumbles.
“Yeah,okay,” you pant, watching him kiss down your stomach to your belly button and to the elastic of your sweatpants. With your help, he pulls them off you and takes a second to stare at you.
“Fuck, I loveyour body,” he touches your thighs, “You’re so sexy.”
You flush at the compliment, hiding your face behind your hands, “Stoooop.”
“Why should I when my girlfriend is fucking stunning. Beautiful long legs, pretty face, amazing personality. We’d be here all night listening to me compliment everything I love about you,” Hitoshi smiles, laying on his stomach between your legs.
“You’re so corny,” you laugh, scratching his scalp.
He lifts your thighs and pulls your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room. His hot breath ghosts your folds before licking a stripe up and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You moan loudly, twisting your hand into the sheet as you try to control your breaths and the other in his hair.
Hitoshi hums between your legs, the vibrations making you shudder. Using his thumbs to spread open your lips, he dips his tongue inside, tasting you.
“Fuck! Toshi. Baby, don’t stop.”
He’s enjoying this as much as you are if his grinding against the bed was anything to base your thoughts on. His tongue slips upward, teasing your clit before wrapping his lips around it. Shinsou tentatively rolled it around in his mouth, a low moan slipping from his throat.
“So sexy,” he murmurs, pushing a finger inside.
Gasping at the feeling, you throw your head back into the pillow, moaning louder and bucking your hips faster against his face.
“Fuck,daddy. I’m gonna cum.”
Daddy? He didn’t have a Daddy kink but hearing her call him that ignited something in him. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushes another finger in and curls them upwards. As he sucks and his fingers move faster, your breath catches in your throat. Your heels dig into his back, and your toes curl, every nerve below the waist on fire. Whatever he’s been researching is doing wonders right now.
You arch your back off the bed and pull his hair when you cum, grinding your hips faster into his face. He helps you ride out your climax, slowing down his movements but not stopping. You squirm and push at his head when it gets too much, asking him to stop.
“Toshi, shit, baby, wait. ‘S too much,” you shudder.
Pulling away, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand before licking it clean.
“Internet?” Nodding with a grin, he pushes himself up onto his knees. You use your toe to poke his stomach, “Want me to return the favor?”
“I’d probably explode if you breatheon it.”
“I really got you wound up huh?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous and you love me, so yeah. You definitely do.”
“Of course I do. You’re awesome!” You hold your hands out for him. He lays on top of you so you can kiss him, clinging onto his back.
“Take this off,” you tug his shirt over his head, “You’re so pale,” you laugh while touching his chest.
“Sorry I don’t tan,” he grumbles and awkwardly pulls his jeans and boxers off.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask while he positions himself between your legs.
“Yeah, I am. I love you, and I want to be with you.”
“I love you too.”
Softly gripping himself, he lines himself up and taps on your clit a couple of times before slowly pushing in, allowing himself to get used to the feeling of your walls and for you to get used to the stretch.
“Tell me when to move, baby,“ he shudders, internally groaning as your velvety walls massage his member.
Pulling him in, you kiss him gently as a response. “Go ahead Daddy.”
Hitoshi groans at the name and starts thrusting as he holds your hands in his.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, trying to figure out a good pace. “You feel so good. So tight and warm.”
Hitoshi placed his forehead on yours as he kept thrusting. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, “Where—“
“Inside,” you whisper back, locking your legs behind his lower back.
With a choked gasp, he cums inside of you. His whole body was shivering like he’d been shocked.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I tried to last longer.” He mumbles.
“It’s fine,” you giggle quietly, “It’s normal.”
He still whines from embarrassment while you rub his back soothingly, “Maybe I should be on top.”
“Sure,” he nods and slowly pulls out of you, blushing at the big glob of his cum seeping out of you.
“Oh shit, you’re still hard,” you gasp, “Lay down, up here,” you pat the spot next to you.
He maneuvers himself up the bed next to you, laying down flat.
“Get ready for the rideof your life,” you grin cheekily and straddle him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
He watches you position yourself over his cock and slowly sink down, mouth dropping the more you suck him in.
His stomach flexes when he bottoms out, and you’re fully seated on his lap, “I-I’m gonna cum again.”
“Already,” you laugh, petting over his chest, “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I can hold it.” He breathes.
You hum and support yourself on his shoulders and start bouncing. Hitoshi fists the sheets below him, moaning loudly.
“Easy, pretty boy. Fuck, I’m almost there. Just a little longer, I promise,” you whimper.
About five minutes after, Hitoshi grunts and starts fucking into you as you bounce, causing you both to see stars. “Fuck, I’m cumming baby!”
“Me too, Daddy. Fuck!” you cry as you both hit the peaks of your highs.
“That…that was amazing,” you laugh breathily. “I love you.”
Hand in hand with Hitoshi walking down the street towards campus, laughing at the dumbest things.
“(Y/n)! Hey, (Y/n) wait up!”
Stopping at the curb, you turn around to see a familiar face down the street. “Hey, Mai!”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Not much, just went out with Hitoshi.”
“Oh yeah, I know you from Biology. You sit in the back.”
“And here I thought no one knew me,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Anyway, I wanted to ask you about Shindo.”
You roll your eyes, “What now?”
“Well, he told Tatami that you hit him for no reason, but Yo isn’t really the best source. He’s kind of shitty. And I don’t think you’d just hit someone unprovoked.”
“Ugh, the dick had it coming. Look what he did to my poor baby’s eye,” you point at the fading yellow and blue bruise around Hitoshi’s eye.
“Woah, I knew he was full of shit. Sorry about your eye.”
“It’s cool, it’s fine now,” Hitoshi reassures her, “And he’s sorta stayed out of our way.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what caused you two to split? You seemed happy with him.”
“Yo Shindo is nothing but a fuckboy and a manwhore. He was dating me only because of my skin, yet he, no offense to what I’m about to say, Mai, was sleeping around with someone ‘normal’ and said that nobody actually wants a ‘giant monkey’ as a girlfriend. Claimed he only wanted me for “brownie points,” that perv.”
Hitoshi squeezes your hand comfortingly as your eyes burn gently with tears.
“Jackass,” Hitoshi huffs.
“Yeah. I’m sorry he did that, but thanks for letting me know what happened. I’m glad you found someone who’s good for you.”
“Yeah, me too,” you smile, kissing Hitoshi’s cheek. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye guys,” Mai smiles, walking towards her dorm building.
“Who was that?”
“One of Tatami’s lackeys. But she’s good. Don’t worry.”
“The only thing I’m worried about right now is you. Let’s head back to my place. Wanna spend time with you, baby,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your jaw.
“Ugh, you’re so sweet to me it makes me want to punch you.”
“You’re so romantic.”
Back at Hitoshi’s place, you change out of your date clothes and wear one of his oversized T-shirts.
“You wanna watch a movie?” He asks, getting his laptop out.
“Yes, please,” you flop onto his bed, “What are we watching today?”
“Addams Family? Not the new one. The old one from the 90s. I liked that one.”
“Really? Why?”
“I like how enamored Morticia and Gomez are with each other.”
“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” you tease.
“Guilty as charged,” he lays on the bed next to you so you can cuddle up next to him, the laptop at the edge of the bed.
Your bladder decides to piss you off near the movie’s end, “I gotta pee.”
You untangle yourself from Hitoshi and pad to his little bathroom. What you don’t expect to see is a goddamn fleshlight just chilling on the edge of the sink.
“Holy shit,” you chuckle and pick it up. It’s one of those clear types with a lot of ridges. It’s a little worn, so you figure he’s had it for a while, “Okay, Toshi.”
You pee, wipe, flush, and pick up the fleshlight before exiting the bathroom, “So—“ you wave the toy around.
Hitoshi looks up and blushes, “I can explain.”
“Really?”
“I haven’t used it in forever, and I found it while cleaning up and just put it on the sink,” he explains.
“Uh huh,” you look at it again, “It’s real pretty though. I’d totally stick my dick in this if I had one. Why’d you stop using it?”
“I got a girlfriend.”
“Awwww, so sweet. You know we haven’t had sex yet, right?”
“Yeah, but I kinda wanna save that for someday special.”
“Hmm, alright. But at least let me use this on you.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me~.”
“Right now?”
“I mean…do you want me, pretty boy?”
“Y-yeah, I do.”
“Didn’t know you had a praise kink.”
“Huh, praise kink? What makes you say that?”
“I saw how you reacted when I called the cat a pretty boy. You thought I was talking to you.”
“Oh. Well….”
“Don’t worry. You’ll always be my pretty boy. Strip for me, will ya?”
Hitoshi nods as his cheeks redden gently. Pausing the movie, he puts his computer on the floor beside his bed before taking off his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers.
“Those too, baby. Off with them. Don’t be nervous. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, taking them off.
You walk over to his desk and pick up his unscented lotion, squirting some of it into the tube, “Gotta get this nice and wet.”
Hitoshi gulps nervously when you climb onto the bed, holding the toy ominously, “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Smiling at him, you kiss his lips, gently stroking his semi-hard before slowly pushing the pocket over his length. “How’s that feeling, baby?”
“Cold,” he frowns.
“It’ll warm up soon, relax.” You push it a little further down until his whole length is sucked into it. “There we go.”
“Shit! (Y/n),” he groans as you start moving the toy slowly over his shaft. The transparent material lets you see his pale dick squishing all the white lotion inside. “N-not so—fuck!”
“Faster? Alright then,” you grin, picking up speed while pulling him into a kiss.
Hitoshi squirms under you, gasping and moaning into your mouth while you use the toy on him. Bucking into the toy, you coo into Hitoshi’s mouth. “Aww, you’re so cute like this. What’s that baby? You want me to go harder?”
“Ah! No, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.”
“Already? Cum, pretty boy. You can do it,” you purr as his head is thrown back in pleasure. “Good, ‘toshi.”
He lifts his hips up, and you hold the toy for him to cum into, thick spurts of his cum mixing with the lotion. You pump it a few more times until he’s tapping out, “Good boy, you did amazing,” you kiss his forehead, “I’ll be back.”
You get up and go put the toy in the sink to clean up later and get a bunch of tissue to clean him up with.
He’s in a daze while you clean him, making you giggle. After you’re done, you toss the soiled tissue into the trashcan by his desk and lay next to him, “You good?”
“I’m…..ascended,” he breathes out.
“Yeah it’ll do that to you.”
After about five minutes of him coming down from his high, Hitoshi looks down at you. “Hey, (Y/n)?”
“Hmm?”
“Can…um, can I return the favor?” he mutters
“Huh?”
“You always make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good.”
“Are you asking to eat me out?”
Hitoshi nods as both of your faces start to warm.
“Do you know how, or do you want me to teach you?”
“Can you teach me?”
You nod and smile at him before kissing him gently, “Okay as much as I would love to sit on your face, you’re gonna learn the old fashioned way. Get up.”
He sits up, and you lay down, knees apart. You gesture to your crotch, “Lunch is served.”
“What do I do first?”
“Pretend you’re making out with it. This feels so weird trying to teach you how to do this.”
“You still have your underwear on.”
“Take them off then.”
Hitoshi looked up at you before following your instructions and removed your white panties over your long legs. As you shook them off your ankle, Hitoshi looked at your brown and pink folds, admiring every detail.
“You like what you see ‘toshi?” You poke him with your toe
“It’s pretty. Pretty girlfriend with a pretty pussy.”
“Aw, you flatter me,” you smile.
Hitoshi smiles up at you before kissing your thighs. Slowly licked a stripe from your opening towards your clit. He pulled away at the squeak that escaped from your lips.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just been a while. Keep going. It feels good,” you shudder.
Hitoshi nods, suckling at your folds and listening to the sweet noises you make for him. Lapping at the small bean, he pulls away as you let out a moan.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Uh-huh, don’t stop,” you slur.
You hiss when he rubs your clit too hard. “Ah! Toshi, not so hard!”
“Oh, sorry. This better?”
You nod as he lets up on the pressure. “You can put a finger in, y'know. I can take it.”
“Alright,” he nods, slowly pushing his middle finger inside. “How’s that?”
“Fuck, so good,” you sigh as he starts pumping it gently.
Hitoshi chuckles gently at the sounds you’re making mixed with praise.
You reach down and tug at his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy so he can lick it again. “More, 'toshi.”
“More? Okay,” he grins, pumping his finger faster before slowly adding a second finger. “Is this good?”
“So good,” you sigh.
Pushing both digits in and out, he goes back to licking at your folds before lapping at your clit.
“Fuck, just like that, ‘toshi. Spread your fingers, baby. Curl them too, please?” you instruct as he continues.
His tongue leaves a steady pressure on your clit as his fingers begin to curl, pressing up into the spongy spot inside of you.
“Oh, fuck, 'toshi!” you cry as you grow close. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah? I’m doing good?”
“So good. Fuck!”
Seeing stars flash behind your eyes as you squeeze them shut, you shudder as your orgasm washes through you, Hitoshi lapping at the slick spilling from your entrance.
“You taste so sweet, baby.”
You push his hand away when it starts to get too much, coaxing him up for a kiss.
“How did I do?”
“Oh my god,” you sigh. “Sooooo good~.”
“You sure?”
“Well, you know where the clit is, so I say that’s a success.”
“It’s right there. Why wouldn’t I see it?”
“You’d be surprised how many guys don’t know where it is,” you deadpan.
He hums thoughtfully, “Have you….been with a lot of guys?”
You groan, “Dude, don’t be weird.”
“I’m just curious! I don’t really care if you’ve been with a lot.”
You roll your eyes, “What even is a lot? Two and this one guy I have a bj to once in high school under the bleachers.”
“Oh my god….the bleachers?”
You cover your face and groan, “I was sixteen! Leave me alone, virgin.”
“Rude!” he scoffs, playfully shoving you away. “Anyways…”
“You wanna cuddle?”
“Yeah.” He’s already laying his head on your chest.
*
The next day you walked beside Hitoshi as you both had a break between statistics and your next class.
“Hey, you wanna get something to eat?” he asks.
“I could go for a snack from the vending machine.”
He goes over and puts some coins inside for the bag of chips to fall.
You take them and pop open the bag to start eating.
Hitoshi notices a few people whispering and glancing in your direction, but he doesn’t say anything.
“So what do you wanna do after school today?” You ask before putting another chip in your mouth.
“Hmm, we could go to the park?”
“Sounds fun.”
“Yeah. Hey, (Y/n)?”
“Hm?”
“Why’s everyone staring at us and whispering?”
“No idea. Probably cause they’re jealous that I’m talking to you or something?”
“Why would they be jealous of me?”
“Because you’re hot and smart as hell. You’re a double threat.”
He blushes a pretty pink, “You’re probably the only person who thinks that.”
“And that’s a good thing. Maybe they’re realizing it too and are jealous that you’re with me?” you joke.
“If you say so. I’ve got biology so I’ll meet you after?”
“Sure,” you lean down so you can give him a quick kiss, “Bye.”
You make your way to Nutrition and take your usual seat next to a grump looking Katsuki.
“Yo,” you hold your fist out for him to bump.
“How’s your nerd’s eye?” He asks.
“Better. How’s Yo’s nose?”
“Still fucking broke.”
“Heh, good. Jackass.”
Katsuki snickers quietly, “You ride hard for that nerd, huh? Never thought you’d be into his type.”
You sigh dreamily, “He’s just so perfect. He’s smart, funny, and appreciates me unlike some people.”
“Yeah, Yo fucked around a lot. He still does even behind his newest fling’s back, but you ain’t hear that from me.”
“Let me pretend to be shocked,” you gasp dramatically, “Okay. Done. Wait, is that why you and Yo followed us?”
“Not exactly…Yo did it cause of your little nerd getting too close to you in his opinion.”
“Okay, what about you?”
“He gave me some cash.”
“You dick!” You smack the back of his head, “I want some of it now! How much did he give you?”
“Twelve thousand.”
“Gimme half.”
“Bitch?!”
“I will punch you. Also, you love me and you owe me for your bullshit.”
“Love is a strong word but fine.”
“Good,” you smile, “Maybe I can help you with Ochako, huhhh?”
You nudge him playfully and snicker when he playfully, well as playful as he’ll ever get, pushes you away.
“Tch, shut up. Pink cheeks don’t like me.”
“You forget I’m captain of the team she’s on. She literally talks about you all the time in the locker room. So d'ya wanna wallow in the void of ‘Does she love me does she love me not?’ or you can let me help you.”
“Whatever.”
“That means hell yes in Katsuki.”
After Hitoshi’s Biology class, Yua confronts him and drags his arm towards the hallway around the corner from your classroom.
“Hey, let go of me!”
“Shut up and listen, nerd,” she hisses.
Standing outside waiting for your boyfriend, you talked to Katsuki about how to get Ochako’s attention and playfully punched his arm whenever he gave a slightly dumb idea. While you were giving him suggestions, you heard Tatami call out to you.
“What?”
“I knew you were a brute but I didn’t know you were a cheater too?” she gasps dramatically.
“The fuck are you talking about?” Katsuki scoffs.
“Rumors going around that (Y/n) here beat up Shindo out of the blue and I saw your little nerd friend with a black eye. Did you beat him up too? I guess you wanted a challenge cause you’re trying to get with the beefy blonde here. You gonna beat his ass too?”
“You know, I’m honestly two seconds away from beating yours but I’m not going to. And, no, I don’t beat my boyfriend.”
“You do cheat on him though.” She snides
“That’s bullshit and you know it!”
“So why’re you and Katsuki all buddy buddy huh?”
You and him look at each other and start laughing, “Girl, he’s my friend. Chill. Unlike you, not every guy I talk to is just trying to get in my pants. Crazy concept right? So shocking.”
“Wait, you’re cheating on me? Why didn’t you tell me?” Hitoshi calls out, coming from around the corner.
“Ugh, so sorry babe. I forgot,” you throw your arm over his shoulders.
“And with him? Thought you had better taste,” he gestures to Katsuki, “What a downgrade.”
“Oi! I am not a downgrade!” Katsuki snaps.
“Uh huh, if you say so blondie,” Tatami snickers. “So why’d you hit Shindo?”
“Umm cause he hit Toshi first,” you respond like it’s the most obvious thing ever, “Gave him a hell of a shiner, too. My poor baby.”
“Pfft, you’re lying,” Tatami scoffs.
“No, she’s telling the truth. I was there when he punched insomniac,” Katsuki adds.
“Insomniac, really?” Hitoshi deadpans.
“You know you don’t sleep good. Look at the fucking bags under your eyes.”
“Hey, he’s self conscious about those. Don’t talk about them,” you defend your boyfriend. “Your designers are cool, babe. Makes you look mysterious~.”
“Thank you, (Y/n).”
“So you’re telling me, Shindo punched him first? Why?”
“You see…he’s an idiot,” you shrug, “Your fuckboy of a fling was jealous of me paying attention to Hitoshi and mad that I had gotten over him so quickly. Also he has some weird Alpha male complex towards other guys. Poor Hitoshi just happened to be his next target.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Course you don’t. I don’t have time for this. I have bigger things to worry about than this. Come on 'toshi. I’ll text you later about our conversation, 'suki,” you call out before grabbing Hitoshi’s hand and walking away towards the exit.
After making a quick stop for some food, you and Hitoshi nestled yourselves under a cherry blossom tree in the park, you sitting in his lap as he draped his arms over your waist. “Comfy, baby?” He asks you.
“Mhm, thanks Toshi. How’s your milkshake?”
“Really good! Can’t believe that cookies and cream bubble tea was a milkshake flavor! How about you? Is your boring old vanilla shake good?”
“Mmhm,” you hum, sipping on the straw. “I love my boring old vanilla.”
Hitoshi chuckled as some of the shake spilled from your mouth. “Lemme get that,” he chuckles, swiping his thumb across your lips, wiping off some of the milkshake.
His thumb brushes over your lip and you open your mouth, letting him push it inside.
“Such a little tease, sucking my thumb like that while we’re in public,” he scolds but lets you suck on it anyway. Pulling his thumb away, he looks down at you as he holds your chin.
“I like teasing you. You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you grin, leaning into his touch with a cat-like smile. “You get so pink and it’s adorable. Kind of like now.” You boop his pink nose and grin as he gets even more flustered, turning his face away.
“I’ll make you blush one day,” he pouts before stiffening as you nestle yourself in his lap.
“Can’t wait,” you hum.
“What are you doing?”
You wiggle in his lap,“Getting comfortable.”
“Seems more like you’re grinding on me, all-star.”
“It does? Well, you’re not stopping me.”
“Should I?”
“Hmm, no you shouldn’t.”
Hitoshi chuckles before cupping your face and pulling you closer for a kiss.
His hands hold your hips while you grind down on his dick.
“Really?” You chuckle, “Here?”
He nods, face buried in your neck.
“Alright then,” you smile.
After about ten minutes of you both grinding on each other and making out heavily, you pulled away from him, chuckling. “Looks like you got excited, ‘toshi,” you giggle. “You stained your pants.” You look down between you and see the wet spot on the crotch of his jeans.
“Because you’re here. Stop teasing me,” he huffs.
“Sorry. You get so cute whenever I do,” you smile as he pouts, “Maybe we should get you home.”
“Yeah, let’s go home,” he nods, kissing your cheek before lifting you out of his lap and pushing himself off of the tree trunk, “I feel so gross.”
My personal thoughts on Black x Readers as an African American
You know something that I constantly wonder about? How most (insert character here) x Black!Reader’s are usually dark smut fics.
Like I go to look for a fluffy fic and all I find is y/n getting railed in their sleep non-consensually! These stories always have a bittersweet twisted ending. Now if that’s your thing go off but NOT IN EVERY S I N G L E STORY! You don’t look up x black!reader smut non-con you just look up x black!reader and that’s all that’s there.
In my experience of searching AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING, most of the time the fic doesn’t even mention the reader being black or only gives like 1 description like “y/n’s luscious black curls” AND THAT’S IT!
Most of the time the tag x Black!reader feels more like just a tag to get reads rather than an actual attempt at creating more representation!
The thing that I think gets under my skin the most is the fact that most of the stories are FULL of stereotypes about African Americans! The tags almost always have the Daddy kink, choking kink, spit kink, Drug use, toxic relationships, abuse of some sort! Or there are like 40 tags of black Y/n getting SPECIFICALLY violentlyfucked!
OR the story points out how y/n “picked out her huge afro and put on her large hoop earrings” or “y/n put on their Air Jordans and went to see their baby daddy for the child support that he owes” (I’M SERIOUS)!
I just wish that there was more appropriate representation in the x reader community rather than the few good stories that we are given. BECAUSE TRUST ME there are some really good cute ones that have fluff or romantic smut or getting railed BUT that’s not the WHOLE DAMN STORY (and even if it is it’s done in a respectful manner!)but there are so few.
And I can already here the argument “WELL, WHY DON’T YOU CREATE SOME REPRESENTATION YoURSeLf!” I will. Not much will change if I only complain about it and I am aware of that BUT it is not my responsibility to create every peice of representation that appropriately represents my community.
One peice of positive representation versus 100 peices of “representation” can only change but so much.
But then again that’s why I’m writing this post if I want to see change the first thing I have to do is at least bring attention to what I see as the issue.
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Ada looked at her brother in wonder. After everything that’s happened why does he still wish to expand to London? “Why?”
“Why not?” Tommy countered as he looked around the house from his seat, making sure nothing was out of place.
“Did we already receive a warning about expanding to London? I nearly got raped for christ sake!” Ada scoffed as she stood up from her seat walking towards the door. Tommy, as if on cue, followed behind her.
“Ada just think about it. I promise it will be safe. Karl will probably be able to make a few friends in the process.” Tommy urged as he stood in the door way.
“Don’t try to use my son against me to fuel your business endeavors. He’s all I have left and I will not risk his life for a quick buck.”
“That’s not true. You have the rest of us as well.”
“John, Finn, and Aunt Pol, yes. You and Arthur? No. You don’t get the right to talk about family after what you did to Y/n. She waited for you during the war and was with you during the after effects. And what did she get in return?” Ada hissed, a glare deep in her green eyes. Despite how angry she was, she made sure to keep her voice stead as to not alert her son who was probably playing in his room. Tommy clenched his teeth, jaw flexing as he listened to his younger sister’s scolding speech. He knew how much you meant to his two youngest siblings, that much was understandable. You were like an older sister to them almost a second mother. So the attachment they had to you was strong.
Tommy didn’t say anything, instead he looked almost uninterested. If it wasn’t for his tense jaw and shoulders Ada would’ve thought he didn’t care at all. “Ada..”
“You cheated on her. She was so kind, so warm, so understanding. She was like sunshine. And you cheated on her. I’ll never forgive you for that. She helped Aunt Pol raise Finn and I, so obviously she has a big place in my heart. But I didn’t expect her place in yours to be so small. I guess getting your cock wet was more important then your wedding vows with her. Because you were right. You didn’t deserve her.” Ada said in an icy tone, a white knuckle grip on the door knob as she tried her best to stay relatively calm. “Maybe if you were faithful I’d have another niece or nephew.”
“So are you in or not?” Tommy said firmly, obviously trying to stray away from the current conversation.
“I’ll think about.”
—
You held your lovely child against your chest as you laid in bed. The soft curl of the eyelashes to the twitching of their toes had you mesmerized
Youmadethis.
Imperfect you made something so perfect, small, and cute.
Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes. Your little girl was your saving grace. If not for her you doubt you would’ve been able to handle Tommy’s infidelities. You loved her more than imaginable from the moment you knew she existed.
Your perfect little Amaramias. A Graceful Love.
Rubbing her back slowly caused her to let out a soft yawn, her gloved covered hand twitching in the process. As her eye opened you stared into them happily. God you loved this child.
“Hey baby. Did you have a nice nap?” your voice was soft as you held her. Her soft cooing and leg kicked caused you to giggle and sit up. As you were sitting up you cradled her while you freed one of your breast. “Is Mommy’s little princess hungry?”
Amaramias took a moment to latch on but when she did she suckled freely. Your baby was quite happy and calm, making your life easy but even is she was difficult you’d love her no less.
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Humming softly you looked down at the closed eyes on the chubby face you’ve grown to love. Her lashes curled delicately at the ends in a way that you knew resembled you. The way her brown skin glowed in the sun also resembled you but the blue eyes behind those closed lids you knew weren’t yours. The baby was strapped securely to chest as you picked up a ripe tomato to examine.
It was grocery day after all. The one day you leave your humble abode from hiding.
But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes watched you from afar. Said eyes watched you as if they were looking at a ghost. And in a way you were. You did disappear with no trace left behind after all. You didn’t regret it though. You knew you couldn’t tell your father, mother, or your brother about your plan to run. Your father and brother were close with the Shelbys after all. And your mother wanted grandchildren. If any of them knew you’d be locked away worse than Rapunzel.
When you found out you were pregnant you were happier than ever. But who would want to stay with a man that was cheating on you? Who would want to stay with a man whose job puts you in danger? Not you, that’s for sure. So you left behind both Y/n Shelby and Y/n Jesus to become Y/n L/n. To your small London town you were a kind young widow who could do no wrong. A shy ray of sunshine in an otherwise dreary world also ready to help.
The spying green eyes silently watched you as they held hands with a small boy. She wanted nothing more to approach you, but she knew and understood better than anyone why you left.
Placing the tomato in you basket you continued to hum softly to yourself as you bounced the sleeping baby. You little Kori was a calm and adorable baby. She was born late but was still pretty small; however, to you she was perfect. Every curl that sprouts from her head was and is beautiful. She was all yours and you hoped nothing would change that.
—
Ada Thorne sighed as she entered her home. Karl, the young 4 year old, ran straight in laughing happily after an outing with his mother. Walking into her living room she sighed and looked through her purse. She was happy you were doing well. Even more happy to be able to see you after almost 2 years but seeing that baby strapped to your chest complicated thing. As she was lost in thought she almost missed the sound of her door opening. Her head snapped to the side as she carefully reached for the gun she had in her purse, ready to shoot the intruder if they were a threat. Only when she saw her older brother did she roll her eyes and put the gun down.
“I thought I told you to stop making copies of my keys.” Ada huffed as she plopped down on the chair behind her, holding her hand out.
“You did. But this is way quicker.” Tommy said as tossed the keys into the empty hand of his sister. “Where’s Karl?”
“Upstairs. Now what do you want?”
“I need your help on something.”
“Is it dangerous? If so then no, I have a son to look after.”
“Its not. Quite the opposite actually.”
This caused Ada to look up from the mail in her hands and cross her legs in interest. Tommy walked toward the table and sat down across from her, arms crossed as he went into business mode. “We’re thinking of opening a family friendly pub. Something like that is the best and most inconspicuous way of getting information.”
Ada scoffed at her brother in slight disbelief, “Since when did you care about being inconspicuous? Maybe if you had that attitude two years ago my precious sister in law would still be with us.”
Tommy’s jaw clenched but he knew he couldn’t retort because Ada was right.
Description: It’s hot in Gotham and Bruce knows what means
Warnings: there’s like one curse word
Word Count: 0. 2 (it’s a blurb)
“Bruce, where are my pants?” Y/N searched her side of the walk-in closet. She could find no pants except the occasional pair of sweats. Her closet was full of mini-skirts, dresses, and shorts.
“You don’t need them anymore. It’s summer,” Bruce said from the California king-sized bed. He was reading under the light from the bedside lamp and he wore his reading glasses that never left the room.
“But I want pants,” Y/N walked and stood in front of her husband. Her hair was twisted in preparation for a twist out and she wore a silk nightie. Bruce sat his book down and took in the beauty that was his wife. A dopey grin took over his otherwise brooding face.
“There are shorts,” Bruce argued. It was finally getting hot in Gotham and he wanted to see his wife in Summer clothes before the Gotham returned to its cold and rainy natural state.
“Pants, Bruce, I want pants,” Y/N whined while climbing into bed with her husband.
“It’s sundress season,” Bruce remarked before turning off his lamp-side light. All Bruce Wayne wanted was to see his wife’s ass in a sundress.
warnings: none :) reader kinda snaps on him tho, ya know just some girl boss shit or whatever. sis is just tryna be in her bag and get that money!
A/N: this is my submission for @scandescentand@festive’s “Dirty Money” collab. be sure to check out all of the other amazing submissions posted so far on the masterlist!
