signs as the black girls you’re bound to meet in your life
aries: she can probably beat you in arm wrestling, and while she won’t brag about it without prompting, if you decide you wanna act like you’re the HNIC, she’ll be quick to take you down a peg. your absolute best friend or the worst nightmare of an enemy, like she won’t go all out of her way to fuck with you, but you’ll be fucked with. remembers everything. not exacty the “mom” of the friend group, but lowkey responsible… unless she’s bored. taurus: the friend who makes sure you ate and pulls snacks out her bag if you didn’t. always down for a laugh. falls asleep when y’all hang out at the house. not about short-term friendships or relationships, so if you end up in one with her, remember that she can and will cut you off at anytime bc this means like… nothing to her lol like yall are friends but it’s not that srs. loyal until you hurt her then just fades back out your life without a word unless you decide to fix your mouth to ask why, then get ready for an earful. gemini: takes screenshots and has all the receipts, so don’t think about lying on her unless you wanna be all the way exposed. her room either looks like a five-star suite or like all the drawers barfed on the bed and chairs (and maybe floor), just depends on what day of the week it is and if anyone’s coming over. dressed to kill. nice until you do something wrong, then don’t know you. has EVERYTHING in her bag. knows all the sales. most likely to slash your tires. cancer: carl thomas - emotional.mp3. just so many feelings. super nice until she’s SUPER NOT. the actual mom friend if your mom had you at 14 and was growing up with you. like, she’ll hold you when you’re sad, but she’s also down to go hit the club afterward. always watching, like in the beyonce-peeking-through-the-blinds kinda way, she knows everything, she’s just not saying anything. super loyal as long as you return the favor. geniunely surprises you when you find out her kinks. leo: highest expectations in the crew besides virgo because… well, have you seen her? have you seen the effort she puts into herself, her career, her life? seriously, like keep up. big softie deep down inside who just wants to be loved and treated like a princess but also worshiped like a queen like, why is this so hard? turns to mush inside if someone she likes is around, but trying to act like they’re no big deal and annoying bc she’s not gonna admit someone has that much hold on her. like things just so, so stop FUCKING with her stuff. virgo: going to the top and not gonna let anything stop her… but if anything does they’re breathing fire and huffing smoke and being pissy about everything. always has advice and if you don’t take it, it serves you right when shit goes wrong. petty and stands by it. bougie but usually cute about it. probably has an impressive, color-coded day planner or everything scheduled into her phone. biggest betrayal is purposefully getting in her way. libra: super cutie who wants everyone to get together and bake a cake full of rainbows (but also somehow an evil genius if need be?). never ask her to pick where y’all are going to eat, because she’ll end up trying to take a vote or something instead of outright picking. always has a crush on/kinda sorta thing with somebody (changes/rotates constantly depending on who’s paying her attention), or the one in a relationship that she’s 149% all about. loud. kinda goofy. same room dichotomy as gemini, ‘cept hers is pillow paradise. scorpio: nicest person with the shortest temper, and the worst part is that it SMOLDERS. the living embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. the friend you go to when you have a bad breakup bc she’ll put you in tight-ass dress, do your makeup, post you on ig to make sure your ex sees, and then take you out on the town to forget everything except how bad-ass you are. gotta check on her periodically cuz she’s not about to let anyone know when she’s suffering (she’s the one who Gets Shit Done, what does she look like asking for help?) sagittarius: sweetheart with her own agenda. private and you don’t even know it. better justifying/deflecting genius than libra, which is kinda scary, tbh. coordinator extraordinaire, which turns into manipulator extraordinaire unless she’s done some emotional work on herself. lashes out when she’s hurt on some FUCK IT ERRYBODY CAN GET IT type shit but will maintain that she’s unbothered. nice as long as you remain on her good side forever and always. social climber and unashamed about it. capricorn: the only one more ambitious than virgo, but not wasting her breath giving out advice lol if you wanna know her secrets to success, you can buy her book when it comes out. doubt her and you’re dead to her. the actual evil fucking genius, like between the fact that her talk game and diplomacy skills are on point and the fact that she refuses to let anyone make a fool of her, just don’t try her. like if you fuck her over and she just stares at you and then smiles and goes “have a nice day” or something, you’re just dead, you’re gonna die. aquarius: not about to waste her breath warning you about anything more than once. good intuition, but doesn’t usually trust it. a little out there, but it makes you smile cuz she’s just a cute-ass weirdo. good luck tryna pin her down buddy lol she knows the biggest resource she has at her fingertips is her life itself and she’s dedicating it to fun, freedom, and the existential greater good. bounces back from everything but doesn’t forget who didn’t help. pisces: flower child whose hand you might need to hold sometimes (both to guide and to console). the one who’s not about to jump into the roast session cuz last time y’all hurt her feelings (but she also got in like a REALLY good one that one time, y’all still talk about it). always wants the aux cord cuz she has a song she REALLY wants you to hear. very dreamy about her music. everyone’s favorite baby besides libra. sometimes naive, but in the cutest way bc they truly want to believe that the world is a good place, so she’s really personally hurt over injustices.
Requested by @derangedangel : Imagine request :) Reader
is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is
always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because
of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like
a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back &
Derek likes her back. Thanks :D
Y/N couldn’t keep
her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her
phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new
apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already
in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the
phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever
calls a girl after midnight except for one-"
Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat
going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing
another heartbeat. “I need you."
His voice was
filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed.
"Derek, where are you?”
know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in
pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.
need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out
of bed to get dressed.
see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting
weaker by the second.
She swallowed hard
as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely
terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I
need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you
“My phone… is
going to die…”
She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind.
“After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for
about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’
office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer,
kay…” he mumbled weakly.
Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the
promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was
told to do.
Y/N grabbed her
keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’
number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time
she went to Stiles for help with Derek.
Paladin OOC: “If I’m going out, I’m going out big, you can’t unring the bell.”
Paladin (Who is a dragonborn): “As I’m pinning her down I lean over her and whisper “Die” before using my breath weapon at point blank range.“
DM: "I’ll count that as an automatic crit. The room starts to smell like burning flesh, and her face starts to look like Anakin Skywalker’s.”
The rest of us had to role to see if we threw up from the smell.
Paladin: “I’m going to hold her hands down with my knees, throw my shield to the side, and two hand my flaming axe on her face.”
DM: “Okay, roll to attack.”
Paladin: “…Nat 20.”
DM: “Okay, roll double the fire damage since you’re basically attacking a 3rd degree burn victim.”
Paladin: “Okay I rolled 44 damage.”
DM: “Wow okay. You slam your flaming axe down into her head again, and again, and again. The amount of blood and facial tissue spraying around the room is more than you would find on a battle field, even the barbarian looks horrified at the massacre going on in the corner.”
Warnings: Mostly smut, pissed off reader at first, then just smut, fingering, pussy eating, Daddy Kink, Alpha/Beta kink(not the A/B/O kind), more smut, anal, rough sex, unprotected sex, added sickening fluff at the end, cos why the hell not?
Word count: 2300
Summary: You finally get sick of Derek’s constant need to train. But when you decide you’ve had enough, he decides he’s not about to let you leave so easily.
A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-hi. could you do a derek hale smut (female y/n) where she’s a new beta in his pack+ derek and her are sparring together. y/n gets tired, tells derek that she doesn’t want to train anymore bc its frustrated how he keeps beating her, starting to shout and swear. derek gets mad at her before pinning her down by her wrists and basically telling her off which she finds sexy. he smells her arousal and he starts teasing her about it and they have rough sex where derek is being really dominant ???? Ok, so it’s basically sticking to the request, but I added some more stuff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!
Requested: Yes, (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it
Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut
Note: Gifs made by me.
Don’t need permission Made my decision to test my limits ‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness Start what I finished
“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”
“You won’t kill me, Pan.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever.
“You do realize where you are and who I am?”
“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”
“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could.
“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”
"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.”
Don’t need no hold up Taking control of this kind of moment I’m locked and loaded Completely focused, my mind is open
Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don’t ya stop, boy
Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other.
Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony.
“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning.
Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.”
This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together.
“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?”
Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together.
Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better.
Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was.
“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin.
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and Know what I’m doing The way we’re movin’ like introducing Us to a new thing
“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name.
Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer.
He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation.
Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt.
“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven.
I wanna savor, save it for later The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker 'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature I live for danger
As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…
Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities.
“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged.
“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”
“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…”
“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave.
“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?
“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.
Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.”
Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.”
His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved.
All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I’m feeling inside Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”
“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…
“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction.
“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”
Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”
“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback.
“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”
“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.”
Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t.
“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.”
“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her.
“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.”
Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face.
“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page.
Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters/Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Kacchako Genre: Gen/Romance Rating: G Length:
2384 words Summary: Their lips brushed during a spar. It was an accident.
(basically, my take on the ‘accidental kiss’ trope)
Uraraka quickly dodged Bakugou’s right hook, fist barely grazing her cheek as she moved out of range. She reached out to grab his outstretched hand, but he spun around before she could, seeing her strategy and crushing it with an explosion to the back.
She grunted at the pain but refused to go down–she used the smoke to her advantage and put her training from Gunhead to good use; she locked her arms around his, using all her body weight to throw him overhead,
catching him off guard–and before he could react, his back hit the ground with a resounding bang, the wind knocked out of his lungs. As he gasped, she took the chance to sit on his chest, pinning him down with her knee.
Bakugou struggled against her grip as she tried valiantly to hold him down.
“It’s not over yet, Uraraka!” He shouted, glaring with sharp eyes and quickly shoving her off of him, knocking her off balance.
Soon, they devolved into wrestling each other on the ground, pushing and shoving and kicking, each trying to get the upper hand, victory just within grasp, until–
Summary:She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.
A/N:Tags are now closed! This gets a little suggestive, but not smutty.
He knew he was in for it whenever she called him Sarge. It slipped out her lips when she was feeling flirty and coy, yet she hardly ever used it subtly. He loved every second of it. There was no way he could ever escape her charm, especially not when that nickname was whispered in his ear.
They weren’t even a couple the first time she used it. After months of flirty banter, deep conversations, and lingering glances; it was clear there was something between the two of them. Not that either of them was doing anything about it.