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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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500 Follower Special~Twisted Wonderland

Finding Out Your a Girl~Pool Party Edition

It didn't register that you were a girl when you told them. Giving them a disclaimer whenever they changed infront of you or actively discussed the topic of sweaty balls and weird hard-ons. They happily exclaimed that you were one of the boys. Preaching that famous line of everyone being equals. In that way you are like Epel who will admit his status as a farmer but others would no sooner believe it until he's happily harvesting horse manure on a Saturday.

Kalim was having another party, inviting pretty much the whole school. Of course leave it to Ramshackle's prefect to distribute invitations on his behalf properly so that everyone of the dorm leaders actually shows up (Diasomnia and Ignihyde I'm lookin' at you!). And so it begins shirts off and briefs out, the fun is just beginning and everyone's already having a ball. Adeuce, being the loyal dolts that they are look for the cat-monster and their prefect finding them in the corner conversing with Malleus. Feeling annoyed jealous they grab a water gun and splash you and your out of place jacket inciting the competition to react. Dashing into the water for safety they turn and wait for you. Shrugging off your make-shift cover up because it's no good anymore you reveal yourself one piece, bikini, or even a tight swim suit either one everyone's eyes are on you. You probably don't notice the open-mouth gawking that everyboy at this party is doing because you are jumping in or your dipping your foot testing the water before slowly submerging.

Ace is shocked for a moment before happily recharging his water gun. If he got to see this much by simply squirting you imagine what he'll see by absolutely dousing you! And if your so willing to give everybody a show might as well make it worth everyone's while!

"You really think I'll be distracted by your rockin' bod?! No mercy, right?"

Snapping him out of his nearly drooling daze Deuce hurriedly agrees. Man, you really do have boobs...I mean you told him you did and ofcourse that doesn't mean he thought you were lying he's just glad when he got off on it later It wasn't just too many layers pushing against his side when you hugged him.

"R-right! I won't hold back either!"

He proceeded to hurriedly recharge as you had begun dragging your arms from just below the water drowning the two in a waveol of your own.

Starting back the festivities everybody continues to try and act normal as possible. Of course Riddle Rosehearts is practically as red as his hair.

"I-its just so indecent for them to be wearing something l-like that!"

"But it's literally a bathing suit..." Cater sweatdropped.

"It is quite literally the right attire for this event." Trey spoke, amused.

"W-well i-i c-can't believe that their really...uh-"

"Beautiful?"

"Unexpectedly curvy?"

"A good pillow nya?" Chen'ya popped up swiping from Riddle's forgotten plate and dicing in.

"...y-yeah..."

The dorm leader was so beside himself he couldn't begin to even articulate how startling this was for him. There were no rules that said what to do when there was female present. Should he make some? Like maybe wearing your bathing suit on Tuesdays? But only the dormleader gets to see? No way it cause a riot! It'd be insane...right?

Cater on the otherhand was debating if he should post on Magicam just how cute you were in that swimsuit. But he ultimately decided against it noting the caption: "Going to the pool with my gf!"

Trey continued to laugh as he watched his dormleader fluster over you. He couldn't deny his own interest reminding himself to cook something for you. He wouldn't mind seeing you fill up other things thanks to his sweets either.

"Now this is something I'd wake up for."

"You can say that again."

Across the pool under the shaded cabana Leona Kingscholar was awake and keeping a predatory eye on you as you giggled in attempt to escape Ace who somehow got a hold of a bucket. He was closely followed by the Hyena-boy who had just returned with not only their drinks but with quite a few wallets swiped while everyone was busy staring at you. Not to say he didn't stop to burn the image in his brain before making his rounds. Hey, when opportunity knocks!

"Please, excuse me."

Jack Howl frantically left the pool as he realized his wagging tail was splashing his Pomefiore friend. He was well aware that by definition he should expect you to be soft but his wolf side couldn't help but swoon at the sight of your feminine physique. He couldn't fight his ears immediate inclination to your squealing as you narrowly avoided the stream of Deuce's watergun. He was all too excited to closely

guard you when you tossed a watergun to him.

Floyd Leech wasn't one to pass up anything fun and he also wasn't one to hide his emotions.

"Ne~shrimpy if I can keep ya steady during the chicken fight you'll be sure to squeeze my head

real

tight?"

"F-floyd!"

"He~he~but seriously don't stop."

Azul Ashengrotto's mind was running a mile a minute. Had he known you had a body like that he would of capitalized off of it by now. Maid outfits! Cosplay days! Maid outfits! He'll have to somehow gain something over you to trap you in a deal. And of course he'd have to include a private showing. Yes he could see it now. Students on the VIP list get to see the latest peeks at what his girl was wearing. His girl hanging on his arm with every new deal he makes. His girl...his...his girl-friend?

"Azul your spilling."

"R-right. Yes. Ack!"

Jade smiled, more than entertained. At the mere release of your self Azul was spilling all over himself and his brother was quite visibly overjoyed as well. And Jade? Well Jade couldn't deny-he uncharacteristically, was willing to squeeze you and even do a whole lot more but what fun would that be if he just got everything he wanted in one go? Drinking in the red face of Azul and the joy on his brother's as he helped you fight Epel. This was the first of many entertaining moments involving you and as far as he's concerned this wouldn't be the last.

"Ha-ha Jamil!! Come join us!"

Kalim always knew you were beautiful, he thought about it everyday. He also thought it'd be great to see you having such a good time with everyone. He won't deny he felt heat rise up on his cheeks when you took off your cover up. He quickly shook his head, running over to join you and Adeuce as you two had begun calling others over to start a game called chicken fight. He really liked having fun with you and apparently Jamil did too. He couldn't wait to invite you for more fun.

Jamil Viper had recently become more pronounced in his independence so finding clever ways to deny his master, Kalim Asim, had become his new past time. But when that same master invited him into the water where the girl of his dreams was wrestling he was as obedient as can be. He found that he quite liked you when you weren't disrupting his plans. When he originally found out he noted but it never really sunk in until today. Immediately he thought of how excited the Asim family would be if they knew but for now they didn't. And if he was going to eventually separate from the name anyway how sweet would it be if he not only excelled in every aspect of school but in his loveliness too? It would be bliss. Not to say he didn't like you without the fanfare but he couldn't deny it would be so much sweeter.

Vil Shoeinheit was staring pointedly at you as you romped and rolled with your friends. He was posed gorgeously under the cabana he had set up careful to not let too much of himself be tanned by the scorching Scarabia sun. How could he have missed this?! Was your feminine charm so sullied he couldn't believe it when you complained about it?! Was everything you did so weird simply because you were trying to blend in with worthless potatoes?! Not on his watch! As the best world class model it was his job to make sure your beauty was exemplified properly! If anyone should discover and show the world your splendor it would be him! Of course as, he predicts, you'll stumble with the new fame of the entire school. No matter he'll gladly guide you and show you how to maintain your fame. First the school, next the world.

"Rook, we'll have to schedule a date with Ms. (Y/n)."

"Oui oui Roi du Poison!"

Rook Hunt was absolutely ecstatic. Too long had he watched your curves be silhouetted by the bulky uniform or the veil of those old tattered curtains. He was finally seeing you in all your glory; he couldn't be happier. When he wasn't accompanying Vil he was sure to take pictures to engrave your image in his head. Reminding himself to try drawing a nude version later. He couldn't join in until he made a snide comment about Epel's physical ability. Which was met with streams of water directed at both him and Vil.

"Oh la la! Seems like we've been challenged."

"Then as Vil Shoeinheit, dorm leader of Pomefiore dorm I will not disappoint."

Epel was astonished to see his friend was actually a girl. Like many he thought you were joking specifically directed towards him. But you were actually like a girl? Not just looking like one? He's not gonna lie he was pissed.

"YOU GET TO DO THIS FOR FUN, HUH!? WELL TAKE THIS!"

Of course he isn't too mad. I mean he gets to hold hands while trying to knock you off the freakishly tall eel-mer. Of course in reality you two are fighting but man does he love your determined face. And when it just became straight wrestling he along side you were clearly at a disadvantage. But your supposed weakness brought a shared power and both of you were were working on subduing Jack before Rook just had to speak. Reviving the water gun fight was collateral for getting even with his torturer. No one was going to question how much of a man he was today especially not in front of you!

Idia Shroud was burning up. Scarabia was hot but he wasn't about to abandon his favorite hoodie. Even if he felt like dying. He knew well enough not to let his pasty pale otaku skin see the light of day. But he felt as though he was revived or rather in the pot and out of the pan when he saw you strip. Pictures were great and all but it had nothing on the real deal. Many a time had he sent Ortho to report on 'your safety' or investigate the non-magic student of Ramshackle dorm. He was never disappointed though. Like the main girl in any reverse harem anime everything just seemed to happen to you. One situation after the other he thought he was simply a fan to watch from afar until his...STYX situation. Inserted in your chaos he just found more reasons to like you. Now his hair was burning pink and so was his face. Silently appreciating the playful splash from Ortho who finally dawned his water proof gear.

"T-thanks Ortho! I was sure I would have melted at this point."

Ortho was so excited! All their friends were in one place! Having fun through a strength building activity like swimming. Plus the new development of the water games was sure to make healthy use of the growing teenage stamina! All while strengthening bonds with each other! This was great! He was noting everything for his own research.

"Wow so this the energy expected of water-themed parties? What fun!"

While Ortho was still learning about humans and the different stages of their life he had been informing himself with some tabloids. All about a teens 'hot' love life and he was sure his brother was living it right now. What an exciting endeavor! Seeing his brother heat up and fidget everytime he sees you aligns perfectly with what the material describes as a crush! And the crush is you? How perfect! He'll have to make sure his brother was presentable around you from now on. I mean he would love to have a sister!

Malleus Draconia was thrilled to have been invited by his favorite child of man. So excited to be invited he may have neglected the weight of the invitation. Fully aware of your female status he may have had an outdated reference (thanks Lilia) about what you'd be wearing. So when the prince witnessed you so casually reveal your supple silhouette to all these boys competitors he was beside himself. So beside himself he blanked; just staring at you silently as you proceeded to have fun. It wasn't until he felt the brush of his caretaker running past him to join in the fun did he snap out of it. Waterballoons were flying and slapping into anyone and everyone who wasn't already apart of the fun. Finally joining in he is easily dodging left and right while dishing out his own hits. One slip up had him splashing a particularly large water balloon in your face. He stopped worried he may have incurred your wrath to end whatever feelings of friendship

or love

you two have. Instead of disgust you broke out in your infectious laughter as you reached for your own weapon of choice firing multiple water balloons into his chest. Snapping up to return the favor he finds you carried off by none other than Lilia who is followed closely by Silver.

"Don't think hiding behind him will save you my child of man!"

Lilia Vanrouge was having a ball. As the acting guardian of the prince of thorns himself everything that was to be, had to be overseen by him. So the fact that a female was in attendance of Night Raven College was a point of extreme interest. At first the possibility of a human queen of course was considered but he couldn't deny his own intrigue in you as a character. The fun thing about humans especially you was that if all went well you wouldn't be here forever. Which just made this all the more entertaining. A time limit, the competition of a whole school, and the flightlessness of youth-it was like the perfect stage for the best drama of all time! At first he told himself he'd only meddle a little but soon that evolved to his own heart being tickled at your presence. While it always was fun to get on his son's and Malleus' nerves he in all seriousness was willing to pursue you. Who better to satisfy your needs than a fae who's been around the block before? So of course he'd jump at the chance to show everyone how likely it was that he could steal your heart by stealing you.

"Awww are you upset I have a darling sitting so comfortably in my arms?"

"Lilia?!" Registering it was he who was dashing you around the party at such speeds with such ease.

"Fa-you won't have her for long!"

"Oh! Are you mad I get to squeeze her like this?"

"Grrr!"

Silver was peeved. I mean he cherished you for the softness everyone seemed to lack. Not only physically but personality wise whether you're quiet or abrasively loud you always seem to check on everyone or specifically him. Letting him rest on you was something that left him snoozing with a smile. He didn't feel the need to compete with you. I mean obviously you couldn't measure up but you spurred a feeling he was willing to fight for. Even if it was against his father. Plus in his opinion if there's anywhere he could beat his father it'd be in his love life with a fellow human.

"THAT IS ABSOLUTELY INTOLERABLE I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH INDECENT BEHAVIOR TO GO-ACK!! WHO-?"

Your mischievous giggle answered Sebek as he wiped his face of the water and rubber blocking his view. At the recognition of your voice he couldn't help a crimson blush blooming on his face. Gorgeousness embodied in a mere human was on Lilia Vanrouge's back aiming at everyone who was still not wet. It was only you who could make him react in such a way and for diverging his duty from Malleus he hated you for it. But that didn't mean he wasn't watch eagerly as you abandoned your coverup. He turned to save face but only after burning that image in his head. And for him to want someone that his prince was set on was wrong...but if all he was doing was diverging the throne from a clueless human than maybe this was most beneficial.

"Y-Y-OU W-WILL R-REGRET THAT! MS.(Y/N)!"

Far away in the preciously closed down potions class Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, and Ashton Vargas sat around watching intensely at the moving image of Kalim's party focused mostly on you.

With a labored sigh Crowley held the bridge of his masks beak.

"My kindness has backfired! All this free time and all she has done is share her secret! Now no one can rest easily!"

"Everyone already knew it wasn't much of a secret."

"Still its gone terribly now I'll receive copious amounts of transfers to the Ramshackle dorm!"

"I doubt anyone is going to willingly transfer to live in that dump."

Crewel growled as he witnessed the thirsty stare of another student.

"Those strays are acting like wild animals! Come Monday I'm whipping them all with 100 question quizzes!"

"Multiple choice?"

"Your right Vargas! I'll make them long answer!"

The coach sighed pitiful of his students before another image popped up within the cauldron.

"Man, everyone seems to move a lot faster when (Y/n)'s included...hmmm."

He dared not finish his thought with Mommy Crewel in earshot and silently proposed using you to get his less athletic students involved.

"Oh Cater-san posted something! 'Having fun at the party my bae's such a baddie!' (Y/n)'s dating him?"

"WHaT?!"

Crewel practically knocked the cauldron over trying to look at the post on Crowleys phone. Vargas and Crowley both trying wrench the phone out of his gloved hands as he turned as red as his tie in absolute anger. In the corner of the room Lucius, the cat, listens intently while grooming himself being sure to inform his owner ,Mozus Trein , later on of his students transgressions. Fully expecting some fish for himself and a lengthy essay for the boys he sat contented. Still grooming himself he thought, 'how can I word this without giving Mozus a heart attack?' While it was true he had 3 other daughters that didn't mean it was any easier to see them being pined for so heavily. "CURSE THAT SAM! FOR EvEn GiVing hEr THaT sUIt!" In the middle of organizing his shop he sneezed; then began knocking on wood in hopes that whoever uttered his name in good fortune. Noticing a notification on his phone and opening it he smirked as he looked at the posted pictures on Cater's magicam. "I've done it again. Good luck (Y/n)!"

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Sweeter Than This

Summary: you and Steve take the gang apple picking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: heavy dose of pining, kissing, the kids being little shits (affectionate), Steve being a dork!!! <3

Notes: first time writing for Steve Harrington! hope you guys enjoy this one. A reminder that Steve and the Reader are over 18 and that I imagine this taking place after S3.

divider by the wonderful s-tarksintern <3

The radio on your desk crackled briefly before a tinny voice rang through.

"Hello? Y/N?"

You pulled down your sweater, jumping up from the bed to answer. "Steve? Since when do you have a walkie?"

"Oh, I, uh, don't. This is Dustin's… we're, um, almost there. Nancy and Robin couldn't make it, so—"

Another voice interrupted. "Hi, Y/N!"

You smiled. "Hey, Dustin. Excited to go apple picking?"

"We all are!" he confirmed. "And my mom—keep your pants on, dude, you can talk to your girlfriend in a minute."

"She's not my girlfriend!" was Steve's instant reply, and you felt heat bloom up the back of your neck.

"Anyways," continued Dustin. "My mom said I could get a bag of their cider donuts. Isn't that awesome?"

"That's so awesome," you replied, genuinely excited. "I can't wait."

"Okay, come down! We're here."

You pushed the antenna down and grabbed your purse, flying down the stairs. You paused by the door, giving yourself a final onceover in the mirror before heading out. Steve was outside, leaned on the passenger side door of what looked to be the Wheelers' station wagon. He straightened as soon as you walked down the path. Dustin was next to him, waving.

"You can sit up front, Y/N," Dustin informed you cheerily.

"But won't you have to sit in the hatch?"

"It's cool," he shrugged, cheeks puffed into a grin. "You guys should sit up front together."

"O…kay. Thanks." You turned to Steve, crisp fall air sliding through your lungs. "Hi, Steve. Rockin' the Wagon, huh?"

"Unfortunately," he grimaced. "Nancy and Robin bailed, so Nance let me borrow her car to fit everybody."

"Bailed?" you wondered. “That doesn’t sound like them.”

He shook his head. "They both simultaneously came down with the flu, somehow. I think they're full of shit, personally, because Nance is religious when it comes to getting her vitamin C. She has, like, three oranges a day as soon as the temperature drops below sixty."

"Come on, all the good apples will be gone at this rate!" came from inside the car.

Steve rolled his eyes. You laughed, nudging his shoulder.

"Onwards, Harrington. The children have spoken."

"The children are brats."

But he got into the car. You did the same, turning your head to check that everyone was here. Max, Lucas, and Mike were in the backseat, while Dustin and Will had quietly accepted their fates in the hatchback.

"Seatbelts!" said Steve, and there were a few clicks.

"You too, Y/N," he added, lips quirked, and you pulled your belt across, smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry. I ought to be a better role model, huh? Anybody want snacks? I have pretzels, kettle corn, graham crackers…"

"I'll take some pretzels."

"Kettle corn for the win!"

You passed out the snacks, taking care not to drop any when the car pulled away from the curb.

"Don't make a mess, we don't want to dirty up the Wheelers' car," you reminded.

"Hey!" Steve said, glaring at the rear view mirror. "I can literally see you guys throwing pretzels at each other. Cut it out."

"Yes, mom, yes, dad," mumbled Lucas, making all of them giggle.

Steve rolled his eyes. You cleared your throat.

"Steve, would you like a snack?"

He grinned, eyes bright and dark like mahogany.

"Sure, why not. What are my options here?"

"We've got Goldfish, trail mix, and grapes," you said, presenting the Ziplocs with a flourish.

"Oh, Goldfish, no doubt. Here." He took one hand off the steering wheel, tendons flexing as his left hand curved around the leather. His right hand reached towards you, and you opened the baggie, cupping it so it was easier for Steve to take the crackers. He glanced at you, swallowing.

"Thank you, Y/N. Guys, everybody say thank you."

"Thanks, Y/N!" chirped five adolescents.

"Anytime. Steve, you've got crumbs."

"Oh." He swiped at his mouth. "Good?"

"Not quite. Here—" you pulled up the sleeve of your sweater, gently brushing the corner of Steve's mouth.

He swallowed, the corner of his mouth tipping up. "Thanks."

You smiled, popping a grape into your mouth.

"Sure. So, Dustin," you started. "How big is the farm?"

"Four hundred acres. It's been around for almost two hundred years!"

"I hope they have apple taffy," said Mike.

"And pumpkins," added Lucas.

"Pumpkins aren't till next month, dude," Max corrected.

"They could have them!"

As the pumpkin debate continued, you glanced at Steve.

"Hey. Is that a new coat?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Bloomingdale's. Half off, actually."

"Wow," you said. "What a steal."

"I know, right? The inside is super soft. Here, feel."

You hesitated, eyes darting from the jacket to Steve. He was focused on the road, unaware of your hesitation.

"Okay," you murmured, touching the inside of the collar.

It was soft, thick like sheep's wool. You felt the heat from Steve's skin, see the summer freckles still prominent on his neck. The coat was big on him, making him look cozy. You forced your gaze away.

"It's nice," you said hoarsely, retracting. "Looks good on you, Harrington."

His answering grin was sunshine. Butterflies fluttered in your belly.

"Are we almost there?" asked Will.

"We've been driving for ten minutes," replied Steve. "Take a nap or something."

Will's face scrunched. "I'm too old for naps."

"After the year we've had? I don't think so."

To Steve's credit, Will and Lucas both ended up falling asleep in the hour drive it took to get to Berkshire Farms. Max quietly listened to her cassettes and Dustin and Mike occupied themselves with some game you were certain you wouldn't understand.

"Hey, Y/N?" Steve's voice was hushed.

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering, if, um… well, I know you're starting classes soon, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh, do something."

"Do something?" you asked.

"Yeah. I mean, you'll be at school, but—"

"I'm only a half hour away," you reminded.

"No, yeah, right. And that's awesome, obviously. I'm… I'm glad you're so close. So, I thought we could, you know, do something together."

"See a movie?"

"Yeah, yeah. Like that. But…"

You turned your body all the way, facing him. Gravel crunched underneath the tires as you pulled into the parking lot of the farm. Steve's fingers drummed on the steering wheel. He didn't look at you.

"But what, Steve?" you prompted.

"We're here! Open, open, open!"

You blinked. Dustin jiggled the handles. Steve sighed, telling him to cut it out before unlocking the doors. You followed them out before they all scattered, corralling the group towards the booth to get bags for apple-picking.

"Everybody take a bag," you directed. "No pushing! Guys, come on. Okay, where do we want to go first? How about the golden delicious?"

"My mom wants me to get pink gala," said Mike. "I'll meet you after."

The others echoed similar sentiments.

"Wait—guys, I thought we were going to pick apples together. You're going to leave me by myself?" you frowned.

They exchanged looks before Lucas spoke up. "You won't be alone, Y/N. You'll be with Steve."

"Yeah, Steve's cool," said Dustin. “Don’t you think he’s cool?”

“Well, yeah, of course I like Steve, but—”

"He'll carry your apples for you!" he added and nudged Max, who nodded emphatically.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Uh, Steve's great. You guys would be great… picking apples together."

They stared at you with wide eyes, a few shifting their weight. You relaxed into a smile, finally understanding.

"Okay, okay. You guys want to spend time together before school starts, huh? I get it, we're old and we cramp your style."

"No—" started Will, but was effectively cut off with an elbow from Mike. "Ow, what the hell!"

"That's exactly it, Y/N," said Dustin. "Yeah, whew, we didn't wanna say anything, but we need to go over some plans for high school, you know? I mean, we're gonna be freshmen. It's a big deal."

"What's a big deal?" Steve asked, two apple bags tucked under his arm.

"Nothing. High school stuff. Anyway, we're gonna go pick our own apples. We have walkies," Dustin said, shaking his own radio. "Here, take this one."

He tossed Mike's walkie to Steve, who caught it with one hand. "Whoa, you're ditching us? Come on, guys, Y/N really wanted this to be a thing we did together."

"Steve, it's okay," you soothed, patting his arm. "They want to hang out. We're old and they have important teen matters to address."

"I'm not old!" Steve insisted. His eyes narrowed at Dustin, who was the picture of innocence. "What are you planning?"

"We're not planning anything, Steve. Is it so wrong if we split up for a bit and meet back for lunch?"

They were all beginning to back away. You shook your head fondly.

"Go ahead. Keep your walkies on, though. Will, watch out for bees!"

"'Kay! See ya! Have fun."

They scattered into the orchard, disappearing among the rows of apples. You turned to Steve, who had his arms crossed.

"Those little assholes," he muttered. "You're way too soft on them."

"Aw, they're kids. Besides, I knew they'd want to do their own thing at some point. They should have fun, you know?"

You bumped Steve’s shoulder, not wanting him to be truly upset with them. He sighed, melting.

"Yeah, okay. Guess they deserve it." He took the bags from under his arm. "So where do you wanna start? Golden delicious, right? For the pies?"

You blinked. You'd mentioned making pies for Mrs. Sinclair's bake sale weeks ago.

"You remembered."

"Well, yeah. Your pies are, like, the best thing there."

"Oh, so you only remembered to get free pie, huh?"

Steve's grin was boyish. "Maybe I'm just really dedicated to the Hawkins bake sale."

"Wow, well, good to know where your loyalties lie, Steve," you sighed dramatically. "But if you can be bought with free pie, I guess I'll make the most of it."

You stepped forward and picked a few apples, dropping them ceremoniously into the bag. Steve gently coaxed it out of your grip, dutifully holding it open as you snaked down the aisles.

"Hey, so… that thing I mentioned," he began as you prowled for good apples. "In the car. About us going somewhere?"

"Oh, right! What were you thinking? My school will probably have sports rallies and stuff. We could go to one of those together? Maybe with the others?"

"We could," Steve said weakly. He scratched the back of his neck. "But I was thinking, actually…"

"Steve—I'm sorry, keep talking—but can you get that apple up there for me? On the top branch."

"Sure, sure." Steve reached up, his arm longer than yours, and he plucked the apple from the tree, dropping it into the bag. You nodded, satisfied.

"Good. I think we've got enough. Let's go to the granny smiths next."

You headed down the path, watching for the little signs tied to stakes in front of the trees.

"So, Y/N? What I was saying before."

"Oh my God, yeah, go ahead. Sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off," you said. "So what did you mean?"

"Like, uh… shit." Steve chuckled slightly, cheeks red. "Damn, I used to be good at this."

"Good at what?"

“I, um…”

You were closer now, having entered Steve’s space to pick a pair of bright green apples. He opened the bag for you, never looking away.

“Hey, lovebirds! You there?”

The crackle of the walkie startled you apart. Steve fumbled to dig it out, pressing the button.

“What is it, Dustin?” he answered impatiently.

“Okay, okay, sheesh. We were wondering if you and Y/N are done, ‘cause we’re hungry.”

“I could eat,” you said. “Steve?”

“Sure,” he sighed. “We’ll meet you guys at the car.”

It wasn’t far to the parking lot. Steve carried your apples for you, despite your insistence you could carry a bag. You went to pay for your bags while he went to the car so the kids could get their lunches. You bought a pint of cider to share, smiling when Lucas lit up at the sight.

“Yes!” he said, pumping his fist. “Their cider is awesome.”

You unpacked your lunch—chicken salad—and dug in. Soon, everyone was eating… except Steve. Of course, you noticed immediately.

“Where’s your food, Steve?” you asked.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring any. I’m good, you know, I’ll eat tonight.”

Your mouth drew into a pout. “Steve, you should eat.”

“Y/N, it’s okay, really.”

“Dude, you activated her mother hen mode,” Max sighed.

You pulled out a second chicken salad sandwich, sliding it to him. “Here. Take it.”

“No, Y/N, I don’t wanna take your food—”

“You’re not,” you shrugged. “I packed extra just in case. Eat, Stevie, please.”

Steve relented, unwrapping the foil. You beamed, satisfied, and returned to your own food.

“After this, we should look at pumpkins,” announced Lucas.

“It’s not even October. They don’t have freaking pumpkins, man,” Mike sighed.

“Here we go again,” groaned Max.

“There are other fruits,” you offered, but they weren’t listening.

They started roughhousing then, and you reached to pull the food away from the edge.

“Guys, stop,” Steve said. “You’re too close to the table, it’s gonna—”

Someone bumped into the corner. The cider toppled.

“—spill.”

You hissed at the cold, standing. Eighty percent of the cider ended up on your sweater. The other twenty pooled on the ground in a sugary puddle.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” rushed out Mike.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Lucas winced.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, quickly wiggling out of your sweater before the liquid soaked through. “It’ll wash out.”

You grabbed a wad of napkins, patting your sweater. The cider had already begun to set, and you soon gave up, carefully rolling it into a ball. A particularly chilly breeze cut through and you shivered. That’s when you felt something soft being draped over your shoulders.

“Hold on, I think I have a scarf too,” Steve said, standing before you could protest.

You snuggled into his coat, pulling it around your arms. The kids stared at you, all with secretive smiles.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Dustin said in a voice that made it clear it was something.

Steve returned shortly with a knitted heather gray scarf.

“Won’t you be cold?” you asked.

“I’m okay. Still got my sweater,” he said, gesturing to his yellow pullover.

“Alright, but if you feel cold…”

“I won’t,” Steve laughed. “Promise.”

Your last stop, minus the pumpkins (which were not yet in season, much to Lucas’ dismay), was the gift shop. Will and Max made a beeline for the apple cider donuts. The others were fascinated by the apple-themed trinkets. You particularly were taken by the hand-knitted tea cozies.

“What do you think?” came Steve’s voice from beside you. He held up an enamel pin that said apple-y ever after. “Is this a babe magnet or what?”

You snorted. “Without a doubt. Girls love apple puns.”

“Yeah?” he grinned.

“Mmhm. I do, at least.”

You felt Steve’s eyes on you as you continued looking through the cozies. You held up another with a turkey on it.

“Hey, this reminds me,” you started. "My mom said you could come over for Thanksgiving. If you want. I don't know if you have plans, or…"

"I don't," Steve said. "My folks aren't, uh, much for family dinners.”

"Well, you're always welcome to ours. And I thought maybe it could be fun! I asked Robin and she said she might make it too, so…”

Steve smiled, nodding. "I’d like that. Jesus, wow."

"What?"

"Times like these, I'm, um—I’m really glad I pulled my head out of my ass.” Steve shyly ran a hand through his hair. “God, you probably couldn't stand me back then. I'm happy we met, despite the circumstances. You're the best thing in my life, Y/N."

"Oh," you said, overwhelmed. "Steve, I—well, that's not true. You had Nancy. Have Nancy." Their history was one you were well acquainted with.

Steve shook his head. "No. 'S not the same. She's great, don't get me wrong, but you're… it's like apples and oranges."

“Hmm?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, voice a whisper. “And I, uh… I really like apples.”

Your eyes darted to his lips. Steve watched them do so.

“Y/N! Can I get this? Suzie wants to try this science thing from camp.”

Dustin held up a lighter with tiny apples on it.

“Um, no, you may not,” you scoffed. “Your mom would kill us if you brought that home.”

“She won’t see it! I swear, I’ll be super cautious.”

“No,” you and Steve answered at the same time.

Dustin pouted, disappearing to put it away.

“These kids,” Steve mumbled, hands on his hips.

You hid a smile behind the tea cozy, scooting closer to him.

“Hey. You cold?” he asked.

“Kinda. There’s a draft,” you lied. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, putting an arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay.”

The car ride home was quieter, apple-picking having effectively worn everybody out. Huey Lewis sang about the power of love, only slightly muted from how old the car’s radio was. Steve had fastened the apple-y ever after pin to the collar of his sweater. You smiled every time your gaze fell on it.

You dropped Max off first, then Lucas, then Mike and Will, who were having a sleepover. Dustin was the last, living the closest to your house. He gave a little wave and a thumbs-up before racing up the steps. Eventually, you were in front of your house. Steve parked and got out for you, carrying your bags of apples to your doorstep.

“Thank you,” you grinned. “Again. You’ve been a huge help today, Steve.”

“Oh, well, y’know, gotta have somebody to tag-team those rascals.”

“You were great. You’re always great,” you added, heart thumping.

Steve’s expression was soft, eyes warm. “I had a lot of fun, Y/N.”

“Me too! I love hanging out with you.”

You stared at each other for a long moment before you turned abruptly, fidgeting with your house keys.

“Um, okay, well, I’m gonna head in. Oh! Crap, your coat. And your scarf. Uh—”

You dropped your keys and winced. Steve slowly retrieved them as you shrugged off his jacket and unraveled the scarf. As soon as he straightened, you tossed them over his head like he was an unsightly lamp.

“Shit! Sorry.” Pull it together, Y/N.

Steve’s shoulders were shaking as he bit his cheek to restrain his laughter. That got you giggling, and soon you were both breathless, snorting and wheezing. He pulled the coat off his head, tucking it under his arm. You couldn’t help another giggle at the flyaway hairs from the static.

“Here, lemme just—” you gently flattened Steve’s hair, hand lingering down his arm and finally falling back to your side.

His smile was fond. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing. Wouldn’t want you coming across any groovy chicks with hair out of place.”

“Groovy?” he teased.

“What! People say groovy,” you defended.

“Nobody under forty.”

“That does it,” you decided. “No free pie for you, Steve Harrington.”

“Aw, come on! Alright, how ‘bout this: we can bring groovy back. You’ll make it popular again.”

“Hm. Okay, fair enough. I’ll save you a pie.”

“Groovy,” he grinned, handing you your keys.

You snorted, turning and picking up your bags, struggling only for a moment before you got the door open. Steve kept a hand on the door so you could get inside and put the bags down.

“Okay. Good. Good stuff. So, uh…”

“Y/N?”

You turned back around. “Yeah—yes, Steve?”

Steve was close, closer than he’d been all day. Your heartbeat picked up as he leaned in, hand coming up to cup your face. You both paused, waiting.

“Can I–?”

You nodded, eyes already fluttering shut. Steve tasted like sugar and cider. Your hands curled into his hair, nose pressing into his cheek. His lips were soft, a little cold from the weather. You could feel his body heat through his sweater and you tugged him in.

The door hitting your butt made you flinch. Steve pulled back, concerned.

“Door,” you chuckled breathlessly, hands resting on the nape of his neck.

“Oh,” he said, thumb brushing your cheek.

“So…”

“So,” Steve echoed. “Was that, uh, okay?”

“More than okay. Really, really great, actually.”

“I can’t take all the credit,” he shrugged. “I am wearing the pin.”

“Oh, I see,” you grinned. “Well, what do you and your pin say to coming over Saturday and helping me make pies?”

“We would enjoy that very much, but I should warn you I’m incredibly accident-prone in the kitchen.”

“That’s alright,” you said slyly.

His lips were pink and slightly swollen. You felt excitement curl in your belly at the prospect of getting to kiss Steve Harrington again and again. You drew him in, lips resting on his.

“You can be the taste-tester.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #apple picking #stranger things #steve harrington

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girl please give us your opinion on Elvis and porn🤭 i know he had some he would watch that Linda mentions in her book. I just find it funny to think about that even Elvis Presley watched porn

NSFW (18+ content)

this is now the 3rd time that I’ve looked at my inbox and my jaw dropped 😃- anyways thank you for the ask <3 !!

I’m just going to break this down by the decades because the man definitely got freakier as the years went along- also forgive me Elvis, I’m sorry to air out your business like this 😭

There is not that much info on his preferences in the 1950s and the only source I have that says something informative is from Albert Goldman's "Elvis" so take this with a grain of salt: Based on an excerpt from his book it seems Elvis was primarily interested in your standard "dirty" magazine such as Playboy. Goldman alleges (and remember Lamar Fike was his main source) that Elvis would send one of the guys, on a monthly basis, down to Hollywood Boulevard where they would purchase such magazines, spending up to 40 dollars. There is also a story in June Juanico's book where she recounts walking in on Elvis and a few of the guys watching a "skin flick". When she questioned Elvis about it he claimed he was invited into the room by Dewey Phillips, not knowing that a p*rno was being shown (do y'all believe him lmaoo?)

and don’t mind him, just casually reading Playboy in the middle of a store 💀

His Polaroids of Priscilla and his tapes of girls wrestling were undoubtedly his preferred form of p*rn in the 1960s. This man would literally spend hundreds of dollars on film to photograph Priscilla. He also had guys in his group, primarily Alan Fortas, film women "making love" and wrestling. There were even tapes made of Priscilla and another woman (reportedly her friend) simulating s*x that Elvis personally filmed

(excerpt from “Down at the End of the Lonely street” by Peter H. Brown)

But according to Joe Esposito and Marty Lacker, who once watched all of the tapes while Elvis was out on tour, he seldom appeared in any of them, and if he did, he was clothed

(excerpt from “Good Rockin’ Tonight” by Joe Esposito)

Billy Smith did say, however, that he found a tape where it showed Elvis and a girl quote “going through the motions” (catch me raiding the Graceland archives to find it)

Elvis' affinity for the Polaroids he took of Priscilla continued throughout the 1970s, Linda Thompson even mentions in her book that he would show them to her. He would also carry them around in a samsonite case pictured below⬇️

(I’m sorry but the fact that he traveled with them is so funny to me 😩, he was serious about them Polaroids!!)

And there is also the notorious story of Elvis boarding a commercial plane, narcotics badge in hand, to prevent an employee referred to as “Hamburger James” by the Memphis Mafia and “Fetchit” by Linda Thompson, from escaping with a few Polaroids of Priscilla that he snatched and a ring of Elvis’, although Linda did say Elvis only really cared about the Polaroids. Elvis dragged Hamburger James off the plane, roughed him up a little, slapped him around, before eventually he letting him go

As the adult film industry evolved in the 1970s, his preferences definitely evolved with it. I'm still shook that Linda Thompson name dropped the two p*rnos that they watched together, but of course when I initially read her book my curiosity got the best of me and I watched what she named… and I'm still scarred 💀 (iykyk)

I wish I could find the comment, but someone on another post mentioned how in the 1970s, that sort of p*rn was "in" and quite avant-garde for the time period. Although the two p*rnos Linda mentioned seemed a little outlandish to me they were actually among the top five highest grossing of the 1970s, so if your perception of Elvis changed after watching "the Devil in Miss Jones", don't worry because everybody was watching it lmaoo. If you want to get another idea of what was highly regarded in the adult film industry at that time, know that "D**p Throat" starring Linda Lovelace was the most popular film of the 1970s, and the whole plot is that she had a medical condition where her cl*toris was located in her throat... they were innovative back then with their ideas, to say the very least 👀

Elvis’ personal copy of “d**p throat” ⬇️

however I do believe that kind of p*rnography was something that Elvis only indulged in for a few years in the early to mid 70s, and I believe that based on a story that Larry Geller told about Elvis which occurred in the late 70s⬇️

I think Elvis always tried to be a really moral person, but with his lifestyle, there were times when he went "hog-wild," as Lamar put it, like on his army furloughs to Paris and going through all the Lido, Folies Bergere, and Crazy Horse dancers, and his weekends off in Germany at clubs like the Moulin Rouge. Towards the end of the 70s, I believe he was far more focused on finding his soulmate and willing to abstain from things like s*x and p*rnography in order to do so. Basically this man was too occupied with his spiritual books and search for lasting love to be interested in watching "d**p throat” 😂

#read at your own risk #never did I think I would give a history of elvis and his p*rn preferences but here u go #we are just going to ignore the other kind of p*rn that Elvis watched in the 60s that Billy mentioned in the Memphis mafia book #if you know you know 😭#danish #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #elvis asks #elvis fans #elvis book excerpts #elvis photos

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N: Everybody out of the bus, Bojan and Jere are coming. Kris: So? Why do we have to leave? Jan: isn't it obvious, they need privacy. Kris: What are we suppose to do? N: There's a diner close by, we can eat there. Jure: Come on let's go Kris. Jan: Right right, let's go now, Bojan and Jere are here! N: The bus is all yours, have fun! B & J: Thank you! The kissing couple runs to the bus giggling. Jure: You know what they say? " If the tour bus is a-rockin' don't come a-knockin' " Jere's bodyguard winks and takes his place in front of the bus door.

#käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #bojere week #bojere #joker out #my fanfic #happy bojere week 2024

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The Son of A Monster

This is a Slow burn

Carl grimes x Male!Reader

Warnings; Death, blood, Slow-burn Sexual tension, Gay awakening (For both), Cursing, Negan is Readers dad, Enemies to lovers story. Fighting. Zombie apocalypse

You looked at the window of the truck, your hair somewhat in your face. Your father laughed beside you as you drove to Alexandria. You sighed, looking at 1975. Beretta Model 92 M92 and the G36 rifle sitting in your lap. You huffed and shifted. You were there when your father killed those people. Three days ago, even though he said a week. The night when you could see the fear in their eyes, not only to Simon and your father, but to you. Except for one, the kid, bout your age. Fearless.

They were scary, but your father was terrifying to the bone. He had little love in his cold heart since… the day your mother killed herself. You didn’t blame her though.

You snatched the hat out of his hand. “Hey, kid.” He said, looking at you. “Give it back.”

The truck stopped and you got out, holding the M93 on your side and the G36 in two hands. He made his little speech, talking to a man at the gate who didn’t know the great Negan. “That mans gonna get himself killed,” you mumbled. You took out a cigarette and lit it, waiting to be let in. Rick finally opened the gate, and you followed your father in. “Alright everybody, let's get started,” He said, walking in more and looking around He started talking about service shit as he hand rick his bat. You stood away.

He let the people run around and take things out of the houses. You looked around. That boy, Rick’s kid, stood outside one of the houses and then went in when the people scattered, You then look over behind you where Dwight was pestering Rosita. “Asshole.” You muttered walking over to his snarky ass. You didn’t like him one bit, he always acted like he was above you and like he was rockin’ gold.

“Just because you got your pretty wife taken from dad, doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole to every woman you see.” You said, dropping the cigarette in his hand and giving the hat back, “Go where ever your going, or don’t, I don’t give a flying shit.”

You walked away. Still, though, Dwight kept talking. You looked around as you walked and went to the infirmary, at least that's what it looked like when you walked in. Carl, that's the kid’s name, had a gun pointed at the men. You watched, smiled, then waited. He was telling them to put it back or take half. The gun went off, leaving a slight tingle in your ears. You tapped his shoulder.

“Hey pal, let's put that down yeah?” You said, looking into his eyes. He didn’t. You grabbed his arm. “Put it down. Now.” He ignored you. “Fine.”

“Fuck!” He yelled when you rustled him to the ground, the gun going off once more. He wrapped his legs around you, trying to get you off as you pushed the gun away. “Get Off!” He said, punching you.

“Carl!” Rick yelled as he came in, Your dad also entered with the same old grin on his face. He punched you again kicking you off.

“Fuck!” You yelled, jumping on his again. “Calm. The fuck. Down!” You yelled, slamming his head down onto the floor. “I'm making sure your getting who's in charge asshole, calm down.” You spit, holding his hands down. You got a clear view of his face, hair a mess from the fighting, and hat barely on, “You good? Great, have fun with a nice scolding huh.” You got off him and picked up your rifle and the cowboy hat you kept on your head. Your dad clapped.

“Well, shit.” He said looking at carl. “You’ve on huge balls doing that stunt.” He looked down then over to you. “And you did a number on my kid and he barely scratched you!” Both Rick and Carl looked over to you and then back at Negan.

“He didn’t-”

“Don’t be rude Rick!” Your father said, looking to rick, “I'm having a conversation!” He then continued to scold/compliment carl. Then taking the guns away You sat outside watching them pile out of the room.

You watched carl walk out pissed and leave. You wondered if you should follow him but decided against it. Your father came out, looked at you, and smirk. “You did a fantastic job kid.” He said, ruffling your hair. You glared at him. “And I need you to do one more.” He bent down, holding that stupid bat on his shoulder. “I need you to stay here.” He is sad, making you look up in shock.

“What?!” You yelled. “No, I can’t I'm your kid, nobody’s going to like me, or even talk to me.” You yelled.

“Hey! Do not yell at me.” He said his smile dropping. “I need you to watch over carl. That’s it. Plus he’s your age, you need to make friends, kid.” He kissed your head before leaving

“Make friends my ass.” You sighed before following after him as he took the guns out of the army. Arat came out yanking Olivia with her. “Arat, we don’t do that.” He said, pointing at her and then at Olivia. “Unless they do something to deserve it.”

“Yeah, we went through the inventory. Gun in the army, guns around the walls. Their short.” She said, shrugging slightly. “Glock 9 and a 22 bobcat.” She said, handing the book over. You looked over to rick, a confused yet scared look on his face. Your father giving him a side look.

“Is that true?” He asked as Olivia nodded. Rick started speaking. “We had some people leave town, those guns probably went with them-” “So Olivia sucks at her job… Is that what you're saying.” Negan said, pointing to the book. You looked over, Olivia was frightened. “Is that what you're saying?”

“Dad-” You said only to get ignored.

“No that's not what I’m saying-”

“There should be a full accounting here. Right?” he paused. “Top to bottom?” Your dad licked his lips, then looked at Olivia. “Right?”

“No… I mean yes. The inventory is correct.” She said looking at the book and back at your father.

“Good, but not so good too,” You tried to speak up but your father hit your shoulder and proceeded to walk closer to Olivia. “You see what's in here, isn’t in there. Your two handguns short… Do you know where they are?” He asked.

Olivia shook her head. “No, I-.” Your father sighed and looked up at Olivia. “That's disappointing, I thought that we had an understanding. But this, well this shows that someone is not on board,” He smiled, shaking his head and looking at Rick. “- And I can't have that.” He turned, closer to Olivia's face, and smiled. “I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long” You huffed and glared at your father. “But at the end of the day Olivia, my dear.” He paused. “This was your responsibility-”

Rick interrupted your dad again. “Look, we can work this out” “Oh! Yes, we can!” Your father said in a louder tone, turning to Rick. His face got serious. “And I'm going too, right now.” Olivia started to whimper. ”This was your job, and you screwed up.” He paused, tilting his head once more. “Keeping track of guns?...” He got closer to her face, with a stone-cold look. “That shit Is life and death.-” She slowly smiled.

That's how you got here now. Your dad's arm wrapped around the chair where Olivia sat. You felt bad. But he was right, it was her job. He was talking about some stupid shit as Oliva sat there shaking. “Hey, if they can’t find those guns, maybe I’ll let little me Kill ya for once, with old good Lucille.” He said, turning the bat a bit and putting it in her face. “And my kid loves a little Baseball.”

“Dad, scaring her isn’t helping. Though It’s not a threat.” You muttered the last part.

“C’mon, boy. Show her your form.” He said, pointing at the can. He handed you the bat and you stood. You used to play, even better when your dad was a coach. You got in almost perfect form, lifted your leg, and hit the can, watching it fly in the air. “Damn! That was nice.” He laughed. You swung the bat around, practicing hitting. Your father watched you with a smile. His smile dropped.

“Give them Y/n.” He said. You paused, looking down at your pockets. “Now.” he said. You huffed and took the box of cigarettes out of your pocket, throwing them at him. “We’ll talk later.”

Rolling your eyes, you give the bat back and wait beside him, looking at your gun. “Can I see the book?” you asked, looking at the blue journal. He looked at you funny but handed it to you anyway. You looked through it, looking for some hand weapons. You smiled and gave the book back as Arat came out saying Rick found the guns.

You head to the weapons locker and go threw the bats, blades, and swords. Your father talking to rick.

“For wasting my time, I'm going to leave you with the job of taking my son in. I think he’ll learn a few things here.” Negan said, patting his chest at the gate. “Grab the deer.” He said, waving. “And rick, if my kid gets hurt. I'll let him bash the person's head off.” He said, getting in the truck while whistling. You walked over, waving as they left and the gates closed.

You held a metal bat with a rolling blade at the top in your hand, smiling as you turned around. “Hello, I’m Y/n.”

(People who read this before, if you saw the name Sam, it changed it to that :( Sorry.)

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aka "2016 mashup culture if it owned" aka "I FUCKING LOVE SAMPLING". if youre not rockin with it at first give it a minute. sourcelist under cut

amen break (the winstons- amen brother)

quad city dj- space jam theme

justice- waters of nazareth

penn and teller- ytp sexer "bitch" sample

wilhelm scream

c+c music factory- gonna make you sweat ("everybody dance now")

original piano bit (mother 3 soundfont if that matters)

mr c the slide man- cha cha slide

vine boom

childish gambino- bonfire

dm dokuro- infestation (terraria calamity mod soundtrack)

the brothers johnson- you make me wanna wiggle (used in "newjack" by justice)

sethical- "declined | baku season 5"

taku iwasaki and lotus juice- overdrive (from the jojo part 2 anime)

frizk- all my fellas

thumbnail is "everybody loves raymond"

#prod. btc

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Who Do You Belong to

Shuri x black fem reader

Summary: shuri has to remind you who you Belong to.

Warnings: Strong Language, Dom shuri, smut

Translations: Sthandwa(My Love) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" ( I Love You Too) Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam ( Take Me My Queen) Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam ( You're So Beautiful, My Queen) Ngoku ( Now)

Requested by: @devinenancy

A/N: this MF IS LONG! So I'm sorry in advance but I hope y'all enjoy. Thank you for requesting @devinenancy

It was my cousins birthday, and she wanted to see Kehlani preform in London. I was in the bathroom fixing Shuri's hair and suit when she took out her phone and took a photo of us with her hand grabbing my ass and sticking her tongue out.

She only used phones when we were traveling outside of Wakanda. Me and her were wearing matching grills and same color outfits. I kissed the side of her neck where her tattoo was, and warned her that if she starts something, we'll be late.

My cousin along with a couple of my college friends were waiting on the bed for us. We took some pictures and videos, and complimented each other on how good we looked. We grabbed our things and made our way to the door, Shuri tapped my ass and closed the door behind her.

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I had a surprise for my cousin. I had got passes for us to the after party. And we was currently upstairs in the club, watching my cousin whine on Kehlani while she sung to her. Everyone was recording and hyping them up. The club was packed to the max, and everyone was taking shots.

Burna Boy blasted through the club and I started whining and shaking my ass.

You go bow for the result, oh

Nothing to discuss, oh

'Cause I dey win by default

And without any doubt, oh

Omo, me, I be adult, oh

I no go fit take your-

I no go fit take your insult, oh

I partied like their was no tomorrow, throwing it back on everybody, drinking shot after shot.

My eye, oh, don cry, oh (my eye, oh)

(I need igbo and shayo) shayo

I need igbo and shayo (shayo)

Shayo (shayo) shayo (shayo)

I felt warm hands jerk me against their chest and lean down to my ear, and my body immediately knew who it was. "We leave Wakanda for one night and you forget who you belong to, huh Sthandwa?" Shuri growled lowly biting my earlobe.

She quickly turned me around to face her. She was smirking at me, and even though she had shades on I knew her eyes held anger in them. looking down to the floor, I didn’t want to look at her, but she roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at her.

“who do you belong to” she asked, glaring at me.

“you” i replied weakly.

“you belong to me, so start acting like it, do you understand” she said to me.

I eagerly nodded and said, “I'm sorry baby, i ain't mean it. I don't want nobody in here, only you, but tonight when we go back to the hotel I'll make it up to you, I promise.” i said, giving her a long kiss before pulling away and giving her a seductive smile.

She smiled at me and grabbed my throat choking me slightly sticking her tongue down my throat. I pressed the back of her head harder against my face, and moaned into her mouth. She picked up my leg and closed in the space that was between us. I felt my arousal pool in my panties, and I clenched onto her suit.

We pulled away and she turned me around, grabbing me by the back of my throat bending me over. Body by Dreezy came on and I started whining against her.

Yo body on my body baby

Im about to catch a body in here baby

I love the way you grind on me

Said im about to catch a body in here baby

Shuri started matching my movements bending down kissing on my neck. I was slowly rockin my hips to the lyrics.

You me and me on you baby

So tell me what you wanna do baby

Said everything is up to you baby

So it's up to you

This could be your best night

Get you home for the night

And do you just right

Time of your life

Get you home for the night

And do you just right

"Let's get out of here." She whispered to me. I turned around and smirked at her and nodded. I went over to my cousins and friends to tell them we was leaving, but we'll send Okoye over to get them.

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A/N: Nasty time 😏😏

Loveeeee by Rihanna was playing through our room, as I was straddling Shuri.

I don't wanna give you the wrong impression

I need love and affection

And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate

I need love and affection

Love (oh-woah, oh, oh)

Love (oh-woah, oh)

Love and affection

Love (oh-woah, oh, oh)

Love (oh-woah, oh)

L-O-V-E-E-E and affection

seductively i lifted the dress and taking it off, revealing my new purple matching panty and bra set, i had recently got both of my nipples pierced along with my belly button.

Shuri unhooked my bra and began sucking on my nipples making me throw my head back and moan.

Oh, baby

I'm not asking for the world, maybe

You can give me what I want, baby

Come hold me tight and when I'm drowning, save me

Give it to me on a daily

If I'm your girl, say my name boy, let me know I'm in control

We both grown so how we feel we can let it show

(I-I-I) won't play around

(I-I-I) I wanna lay you down

(I-I-I) I need you now, I need you now, oh-oh, oh

“my naughty girl” she says more to herself. " Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam." She said, looking me in my eyes.

she then flipped me over onto my back and pulled my panties off, and began to lick and suck on my clit. she took her time with me, not only to show you that only she can give me this type of pleasure, but to show me how much she loves me.

I took soft breathes, moaning as she took her time with me. She wrapped my legs around her head, and my back arched as I moved my hips feeling my orgasm coming.

She mumbled something into my pussy and raised her hand up my chest brushing her thumb against my nipple squeezing it. "Shuri....I-i"

"Let it go, love" She said, softly.

I felt tingles shoot up my body, my toes curled and my back arched off the bed causing me to let out an loud moan. I felt little kisses being place up my stomach to my chest and she kissed my lips, my head felt dizzy. "You ready?" She said, cupping my cheeks. I lazily nodded and gave her a small smile. She bended down and kissed my lips and stood up striping her clothes off, she allowed her strap to activate onto her body.

grabbing my legs she pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, laying me on my back, i spreaded my legs, looking at her. "Say what you want and I'll give it to you, love." One of her arms wrapped around my waist. "Tell me." I said, nothing my heart rate picking up as she lifted up my hips, positioning herself at my entrance. "Either you talk back or watch me leave you horny and dickless." She smacked my thighs making me hiss from the sting.

She hovered over me, down towards my lips before pushing my legs against my chest, and ran her tongue against my lips making me moan. "SHURI PLEASE!" I begged her to stop teasing me.

She stood back up and gripped my waist, slowly easing herself in, "You want it?" She asked, me.

I mumbled out an yes and rolled my hips to feel her take out her dick flat against my clit, making me let out a shaky moan.

"Ngoku?" She asked, brushing her thumb across my bottom lip, and I took it in my mouth sucking on it.

"Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam" I said.

Shuri entered herself into me and moaned into my neck, my eyes closed as she rocked back and forth and rolled her hips. Each time our hips would connect, i would whisper in her ear how much I loved her.

This felt different then all the times we had sex. I could feel the passion and love she was pouring into me.

She lifted her head and cupped my cheeks. "Is this all mine?" She grunted, looking into my eyes. I nodded and kisses her lips. I cried, placing my hand at the top of her head while her thrust became faster, making my chest bounce.

I felt every inch of her stretch me out and she dived deeper while my lower half made squelching noises. Shuri looked down at me and mumbled a soft "perfect" making blush.

I felt myself beginning to come again and Shuri's thrust became sloppy which let me know that she was close too. Shuri deactivated the strap and pulled me into her lap, we started grinding into each other, holding each other, as she placed kisses on the side of my face. I felt tingles for the second time shoot up my body, causing a thousand yes's come from my mouth as we both came.

Shuri slowly kissed me and placed her forehead against mine and smiled at me. "Ndiyakuthanda." She said, smiling looking me in the eyes. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" I said, kissing her.

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