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aerieza · 6 months

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓: 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 ‘𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕’ 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.1𝒌

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒔, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐, 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑-𝒊𝒏-𝒗 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒊𝒆

“hi, guys! welcome to nova's first episode of blind dating," the director cheered across from you and the other participant as soon as the blinking red light of the video camera came on. the bedroom was like any other porn set you had been in before—complete with a dresser, a desk with an office chair, a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and a king-sized bed right at the center.

"thank you for joining us today! since this is the first episode, how about we get started with a few introductory questions, how's that sound?"

you nodded your head, chewing on the inner flesh of your cheek, a nervous habit you never seemed to break. there was a gray curtain hung between you and the other participant, preventing either of you from seeing one another.

the microphones and headphones the staff had given you before the start of the shoot were altered to change the pitch and tones of your voices, another element that kept your partner's identity a secret. all that had been disclosed to you was that they were a man, his name and any physical descriptions had been hidden from you to keep the scenario as true to the blind dating aspect as possible.

"alright, so be honest, have either of you ever been on a blind date?" the director read off their cue card, crossing one leg over the other as they leaned back into their directors' chair.

"once," your partner revealed, his voice high-pitched and almost shrill. he sounded like a mouse on helium, the very opposite of what he might really sound like. you’d hope so atleast. “long time ago— obviously didn't end well given the lack of ring on my finger."

"never, i've never been on a blind date," you confessed, struggling to suppress a giggle at the sound of what must've been a chuckle coming from your partner. the microphone had altered his chuckle to that of a squeaky, almost spongebob-like laugh.

"okay so, if someone were to set you up on a real blind date, what would be your ideal activity?" the director questioned, flipping through their card set.

you leaned forward a bit in your chair to get possession of the microphone set in front of you. "i'm a very outdoorsy person," you licked your lips. "so i'd love to do anything related to nature so like hiking, kayaking, biking, swimming, stuff like that, ya know. i just love being in the sun."

"my kind of girl," your partner stated. you raised a hand to cover your mouth, stifling the laugh you were so desperate to let out. "i love a woman that doesn't mind gettin' her hands dirty."

"don't we all?" the director winked at you, smirking at the sight of your struggle to contain your obvious amusement. an assistant to your right handed you a water bottle which you eagerly accepted, taking a quick swig from it to drown out your laughs. the director then pointed you out, "so, tell me, have you always been a nature-lover?"

"um, yeah, i grew up near farmland so i was never afraid to get dirty," you confessed, closing the cap on your water bottle. you set the half-empty bottle down on the floor before leaning forward into the microphone. "loved rolling in the mud, walking around barefoot— my brothers and i had dirt bikes growing up and before dinner time my mom would have to hose us down in the backyard before we were allowed inside."

with the way the smile on the director's face grew brighter, it seemed that your partner may have liked your answer. "that's different," he responded. "haven't met many girls in the industry that like those sorts of things. maybe i'll have t' take you out on a real date after this, sweetheart."

"guess i'm not like other girls," you joked with a grin. you were growing desperate to see the person on the other side of the curtain. none of the questions had revealed much about either of you, leaving you still guessing about who you had been matched up with today.

"is there anything you'd like to share with your partner about your expectations for your date today? any kinks you'd want to explore? restrictions?" the director asked. you pondered over the question for a few seconds, yet, before you could even open your mouth to answer, your partner made a single comment.

"the mask stays on."

your eyes widened, shock settling like a blanket over you. there was only one person in the industry who was well-known for wearing a mask during shooting. he hid his identity behind it, refusing to submit to any contracts that required him to take the mask off, regardless of how many zeroes were behind the dollar sign.

"i, uh," you stuttered, skin growing hot beneath the warm white ring lights. you wore minimal clothes for the shoot, just a simple tennis skirt and a halter top. yet, even with the lack of clothing, you felt like your skin was on fire. "i love going with the flow, love passion— as long as they're able to keep up with me, i'll be happy."

your partner chuckled again, "i promise, sweetheart," his voice seemed to get closer to the microphone, a warm tingle growing between your thighs regardless of how high-pitched his voice was. "you'll be the one needin' t' keep up with me."

the director was grinning like a cheshire cat, visibly pleased that you and your partner already had chemistry brewing between you before the big reveal.

"okay, so let's take off the headsets you two," the director instructed as the staff began to prepare for the actual shoot to begin. butterflies swarmed your stomach, your feet glued to the ground as you removed your headset. "no talking, just hang the headsets on the microphone stands. and then, slowly come forward and meet your blind date."

it felt like you had been weighed down by lead, unable to bring yourself to move.

"don't be shy, love, i don't bite— much," you gulped at the reveal of your partner's true voice. even without seeing him face-to-face, your suspicions had already been confirmed.

you caught a glimpse of the back of his head before fully coming around the curtain, palms growing sweaty from nerves. you rubbed your hands against your tennis skirt, praying that the fabric would soak up your anxiety.

he was a lot larger in person than you had thought, the videos you had seen of his performances were unable to bring true justice to how tall and muscular he was. the black short-sleeve shirt he wore clung to every inch of his muscles, outlining the deep contours and curves of his physique while the black joggers he wore molded to his ass and calves.

his ash blonde hair was fashionably messy— the hair at the top of his head just long enough for you to grab and tug on while the back and sides were cut to be half an inch long. you wondered if his hair felt as soft as it looked.

"ghost?"

ghost turned his head around to face you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from the smile concealed behind his signature skull neck gaiter. the black cloth hid his lower face and neck, barely tucked over his nose but allowing you a full view of his upper face.

"hey there, sweetheart," his voice was rough, gravely— more so with the mask muffling his mouth. the set crew moved around you two, moving the curtain stand, chairs, and microphones out of the room.

ghost took a step closer to you, his full stature almost encompassing the entirety of your body. you resisted the urge to pull him in for a hug, your face growing hotter with each second that ticked by.

"do you two know each other?" the director questioned, giving silent directions to the cameraman to zoom in closer on you two.

you caught a quick glimpse over to the camera before ghost captured your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your eyes back up to his. saliva pooled into your mouth, being within just a few inches of his very presence was enough to short-circuit your brain.

"yes," you answered meekly, ghost's honey-brown eyes pouring into yours. you couldn't bring yourself to look away again, truly hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze. "i mean, not professionally but he's kind of the reason i got into porn in the first place."

ghost quirked an eyebrow, an amusing expression forming on his face. you wanted to bury your head in the sand. "i don't know why i just said that." you whispered to him.

"i've seen some of their stuff," ghost added, chuckling at your little statement. he broke eye contact with you to look over at the camera. "been dying to get my hands on this little minx since they came onto the scene a few months ago."

"ah, well, i’m happy i was able to bring you guys together. the bed over there is yours to use," the director commented, jutting their chin in the direction of the bed. ghost wrapped his other arm around your waist, pressing you hard up against him. you fought the urge to inhale his scent, the spice of his cologne almost intoxicating as it overwhelmed your senses. "and, we'll leave ya'll to it; have fun!"

it didn't take long before you and ghost were left alone, except for the few cameramen that lingered in the background. you didn't even notice them, ghost had truly captured and invaded every space within your mind.

“so, you got started because of me?” ghost teased, his hand on your waist trailing down to your ass. he slipped his hand beneath your skirt, warm hand cupping the fat of your ass cheeks. “got a crush on me or somethin', sweetheart?”

“mmm.. wouldn't you like t' know, huh?,” you rolled your eyes playfully, mustering up the little courage still lingering in your veins. ghost’s hand kneaded your ass like dough, your own hands finding their place to rest on his pectorals. “might retire after this shoot, only started so i’d get the chance to meet you.”

ghost’s head dipped down to meet you at eye level, your head tilting back to accommodate for the daunting height difference. you could feel his breath on your lips even through the cloth of his mask, the tip of his nose nudging against yours.

“you don’t want to do that, love,” ghost breathed out, his voice dropping an octave. your eyes fluttered closed, knees growing weak with anticipation. you wanted him to kiss you, even with the stupid mask on. “when else will i get another chance to use this pretty body.”

ghost pulled his face away from yours, his hands still lingering on your body. he then hoisted you up into his arms, biceps flexing and straining against the tight material of his compression shirt as he held you. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the cloth of your panties gluing themselves to your crotch with your dripping arousal.

you allowed ghost to guide you over to the bed, his hands massaging the underside of your ass cheeks before he laid you down on the edge of the bed. he kneeled down before you, your legs spreading far and wide to accommodate for his burly torso. with the aid of your lifted hips, ghost tugged your tennis skirt off, tossing the flimsy material off to the side before leaning forward to inhale your scent through your soiled thong.

his hands rubbed at the soft flesh of your inner thighs, nose nuzzling your cunt as he breathed your scent in deeply. you let out a soft gasp at the sensation, taken aback at how forward he was being.

here ghost was— your role model, your inspiration, burying his nose as deep as possible into your heat like a madman. you must’ve won the cosmic lottery by getting this opportunity to indulge in one of your favorite fantasies. all your prayers and negotiations had truly paid off.

your pussy lips tingled with each nudge to your clit, your breath hitching as he sucked at your throbbing nub through the mask, through your thong.

ghost was absolutely shameless as he stimulated your heat with his nose and tongue, your arousal forming a dark patch at the center of his mask. you let out a pathetic whine when ghost pulled away, the black of his pupils drowning out his brown irises. he didn’t waste a second to strip himself of his clothing, your greedy eyes devouring the attractive view in front of you.

after years of being in the industry and maintaining a rigorous diet, ghost had the body of a greek god. his muscles strained with each flex, skin tight and tantalizing with each of his movements. he propped a knee up on the edge of the bed, his erection curving up towards his abdomen and oozing thick pearls of precum.

“suck it,” he grunted the order and you didn’t hesitate to follow it. you yanked your own shirt off, leaving your body exposed in just your bra and underwear. you scrambled onto your hands and knees, his throbbing cock just millimeters away.

your mouth was watering, his cock presenting an image of anger. it was rock hard— precum drooling from its reddened head and down his veiny cock. you licked the palm of your hand before grabbing it at its base, a low hiss escaping through ghost’s teeth as you curled your fingers around his shaft.

you gave it a few slow, shallow pumps before capturing the head between your lips, the vibration of your hum eliciting another growl from the man. you hollowed your cheeks, giving your jaw enough time to accommodate his width as you slid his length into your mouth.

ghost grabbed the sides of your head, the blunt edges of his nails digging into your scalp as he guided your head up and down his cock. the pace was steady, applying light pressure to both your mouth and throat. his head dipped back, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed, a series of low, desperate moans escaping from him every time his cock head hit the back of your throat.

his hips began to buck hard into your face, his body chasing the feeling of ecstasy you were willingly delivering. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull once he gained full control of the pace, heavy balls slapping against your chin, drool seeping from the sides of your mouth.

“fuck, sweetheart,” ghost rasped, slamming your mouth down onto him to the point your nose was pressed up against his pelvis. the light stubble of hair tickled your nostrils, your throat clenching hard around his cock as you struggled to suppress a gag. “such an eager little thing, aren’t ya? doin’ such a good job suckin’ this cock, sweetheart.”

ghost then stopped abruptly, retracting his cock from the depths of your throat. he inhaled a deep breath as you continued to stroke him, diving your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth. you licked and sucked on his scrotum like a dog in heat, peering up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“stop stop,” he snapped at you, shoving your head and hands away with a light touch. you whined in protest, bottom lip jutting out as you sat back onto the balls of your feet. “sorry, love— just don’t wanna cum yet, sweetheart, i’d prefer t’ last a bit longer for ya.”

“on your back, love,” ghost placed his hands on your shoulders, easing you down to lay on your back as he climbed over you. thin globs of saliva and precum drooled onto you as his erection dragged across the skin of your thighs, poking at your puffy folds as he settled between your legs. he dragged his cock against your clothed crotch, growling at the harsh sensation of your panties against his sensitive shaft.

“holy fuck, you’re so pretty,” he whispered to you, his hips starting to buck into you faster. the stimulation to your clit made your toes curl, your legs hiked up to your chest. “tell me how much you want it, love— you’ve barely said anything since we started,”

“need it, ghost,” you mewled, raising your hips higher to meet his ruts against your cunt. the sensation made your head grow dizzy, your eyes barely able to focus on him. ghost’s hands hooked onto the back of your knees, spreading your legs further apart and forcing them harder into your chest.

“need your cock so bad— please, need more— need t’ feel you inside me,” you purred, struggling to keep your head up. “not enough, ghost, need ya t’ stretch me out—”

ever the gentleman, ghost released one of your legs to grab a nearby pillow, quickly helping you lift your head up to shove the pillow underneath you. the new support allowed you to get a proper view of ghost’s actions, his cock spreading your folds apart and forcing them out from the slim cover the thong provided. your panties were thoroughly soaked, a darker shade than they usually were due to the copious amount of arousal you were leaking.

your cunt clenched around empty space as ghost’s balls slapped against your ass cheeks, your back arching with each drag of his cock between your pussy lips.

“not enough, eh?” ghost tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at your little proclamation. “want me to stop? or, are ya gonna be a good girl and take what i’m given ya.”

his hips stilled, his hands finding a spot on your hips to pin you down to the bed. essentially preventing you from being able to raise your hips and grind your cunt on him. he found your desperation entertaining, the cheeky grin tugging at his lips concealed by his mask, the only obvious evidence of his amusement being the way his cheekbones raised and how the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“ghosttt, pleaseee, i’m a good girl— i promise,” you whined, cheeks puffing out. you fought the urge to cry, your body desperate to feel more of him. your clit throbbed with need, his cock head resting right above it, barely giving you the much needed stimulation and attention you were begging for. “just need youu so muchh— want you so bad— need you t’ move, ghost— i’ll be good, i promise i promise— i promise i’ll do better—”

“you’ll do better, eh?” he pushed your thong to the side, drawing loose circles around your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. he leaned in closer, casting a large shadow upon you, the warm ceiling lights casting an angelic aura around him. “you’re lucky i like you so much, sweetheart,”

the stretch of his cock invading you forced you into a state of delirium, your back arching into a crescent as he pushed past the tight ring of your cunt. he felt heavy inside you, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls until he was fully sheathed inside you. your walls clamped down on him— a moan rolling off his tongue as he allowed himself just a moment of peace between your legs.

“goddamn, love, need ya t’ relax— gonna have me cummin’ like a fuckin’ virgin with the way yer squeezin’ the life out of me,” ghost groaned, his cock dragging along your walls with each slow thrust into you. your wide eyes stared up at him, mouth agape from each moan and whimper you released. “stop it— don’t look at me like that, love, fucck— i can’t—”

ghost looked away from you, turning his head to the side. his jaw was tight, eyes squeezed shut. he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, not when you were looking up at him with such big, pretty eyes. he swore you were sent here to kill him, especially with the way your cunt was strangling him.

“sorry sorry,” you cried, the stimulation to your g-spot almost ripping a sob out of you. your eyelashes were heavy with tears, your legs aching from how long you had been in that position. it felt too good to move though. “ghost, pleasee— need ya t’ look at me, ghost, want ya t’ watch when i cream on yer cock— pleasepleaseplease—”

he couldn’t resist your plea, jaw tightening as he began to plow into you harder, his eyes narrowed into a frustrated expression. the bed jolted with each slam into you, your body hiking up against the mattress with each ruthless thrust. ghost was fucking you like he hated you; like you existed just for him to use you.

“ghosttt! g’na cum, g’na cum all over yer cock,” you screamed, voice high-pitched and needy. the moans drifted into groans, snarls, a primal urge brewing within you as he continued to fuck you like you owed him money. you and ghost were locked into an intense staring contact, his brown eyes burning holes into your frame. “just like that— yesyesyesyes—just like that, ghost— fuck, need ya t’ fill me up— wanna be drippin’ with your seed—”

“want it that bad, huh? keep moaning on my cock like that and i’ll give ya whateva ya want, love,” ghost leaned down, releasing your legs so he could rest his forearms on either side of your head. you both knew the cameras couldn’t get a good angle to capture either of your faces, not that you cared anyway. it was just you and him now.

your legs spread further apart, stretched out into a perfect v-shape, giving him an even better opportunity to kiss your cervix with his tip. his breaths were harsh, his eyes still trained on you as his abs clenched with his impending release.

“cum f’me, love, ya wanted me to watch so 'm watchin',” ghost pressed a kiss to your lips through the damp cloth of his mask, smothering the lower half of your face with your lingering essence. you lapped at his mouth with your tongue, his own desperately seeking yours out. “c’mon, sweetheart, cum.”

black spots flooded your vision, your squishy walls milking ghost’s cock as your release knocked the air out of your lungs. ghost rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips as he continued to rut his hips into you, struggling to keep his cock buried inside of you with the way your walls were threatening to reject him.

the filthy squelching of his cock driving into your cunt bounced off the walls, your clit swollen from the stimulation of his happy trail’s stubble grazing against it. one of ghost's hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly at the columns as he bucked his hips into you. he was growing desperate— the urge to fill you, to claim you, consuming him entirely.

his orgasm followed close after yours, a guttural groan filling the air and echoing through the room. ghost fisted the bed sheets with his other hand, cock twitching against your cervix as his thrusts slowed down to a halt. he then chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out of you and rolling over into the empty space next to you.

“fuck,” he sat upright, one of his legs propped up on the edge of the bed. he rested his forearm on his knee, cock shamelessly hanging out for all to see. “was not expecting that, best pussy i’ve ever had— type that makes me just wanna wife you up, love.”

you rolled over onto your side, propping your head up by the support of your elbow, resting your cheek upon your knuckles. “is that a promise, ghost?” you smirked up at him as a thick glob of his seed poured out of your cunt, staining your folds and thighs a semi-translucent white.

ghost stretched over to gather the glob with his fingers, rolling the liquid between his index finger, middle finger, and thumb. the camera crew was packing up around you, an indication that your time together had run up. it didn't seem like either of you was in a hurry; the tension between you was still heavy.

“how about a real date first, sweetheart, i know a nice place we can go hikin’ at,” ghost crept his fingers up your thigh, spreading your soaked folds apart before slipping a finger into you. he slowly began to thrust his finger in and out, another finger soon following as he curled his hand, hooking the two digits into your walls. fucking his cum right back into you.

“maybee get t’ know each other better without all the lights and cameras… and maybee make a tape for our eyes only… how’s that sound, sweetheart?”

#oh em gee

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LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME ☆ connie springer

☆. synopsis: he delivers more than just weed to his pretty little college girl crush.

⠀ ⠀ ☆. warnings — black female reader + black coded. degradation. rough intercourse. corruption kink. dominican!connie. plug!connie. virginity loss. innocent reader. dacryphilia. drug mention + usage. creampie. reblogs & comments are always appreciated! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

CONNIE SPRINGER found himself crushing on one of his pretty little college girl clients. you discovered him through a mutual friend on campus who was deeming he produced the best quality weed in the area and in addition, he was undeniably sexy. curiosity swarmed your mind to see if the weed he was really all that.

even though you rarely indulged in smoking—the only times being for anxiety relief, you got his number and worked up the courage to text. agreeing on a time for his delivery, you sat on your porch, heart pounding through your chest while anticipating his arrival.

connie pulled up a little after twelve-thirty am blasting xavier wulf, disturbing all your sleeping neighbors. you nervously approached his coupe as he rolled his five percent tinted window down, lowering the music as well to a normal level.

"yo, what you doin' buyin' from me, lil' college girl?" was the first thing the brunette-headed beauty said to you. connie's hazel eyes shamelessly trace your plush brown skin body from your fresh goddess braids to the white painted toes in your christian dior sandals.

immediately, his masculine musk mixed with marijuana swarmed your nose and overstimulated your senses making you dizzy. connie leaned back comfortably in his seat and no seat belt in sight, he now tucked his hands into his grey nike sweats, revealing the inseam of his red psds and a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. tattoo sleeves ran up both of his muscular arms all the way to his chest.

"the others at yo school usually want rocks, but it's only green ova here." he spoke in a deep tone with a slightly foreign accent, licking his plump cotton candy lips after speaking and slightly showing the blinged-out grills secured to his teeth.

"boy, what the hell? i'm not here for cocaine, that's not what my people do." distraught and snapped out of your daydream by his reply, you painted an almost disgusted look on your face and his laughter erupted throughout the car.

between his laughter, he subtly apologized and continued on with the deal. you apprehensively played it off as you had a big test the following day and simply needed something to calm your nerves, knowing damn well you just wanted to see the infamous sexy dealer in your college town up close.

"oh, word? that's wassup mami. te deseo buena suerte."

he slid an extra ounce in your bag and shrugged it off as a miscount, but the real reason simply being that he was enticed by your beauty. a few days later, before you even finished what you already had, you called him up for another eighth just so you could see his gorgeous face again.

after delivering to you numerous times, he finally asked you out on his version of a date, which was matching in front of a breathtaking view, talking about aliens n conspiracy theories, and after, treating you to whatever munchies craving you possessed.

eventually, connie cautiously opened you up to his world, sometimes allowing you to accompany him on his late-night deliveries whenever you had insomnia. it was definitely different from what you'd known, you wondered to yourself how you, the girl who completely devoted herself to her school, producing top-of-the-line grades, came from a supportive and loving family, ended up skipping class to ride passenger princess in a sexy drug dealer's bmw who knew nothing but the streets.

you knew it was bad and so did he, you two had no business being together, but it was just something about you—something about him.

from you being so oblivious to his street slang and always following up with, "um connie . . . what does that mean?" and vice versa, the way you articulated words only captivated him more, asking you to educate him on their meanings and slowly applying them to his lingo. he admired how you spoke properly regardless of your black friends accusing you of being white-washed because of your pwi.

eventually, he taught you how to weigh his loads, putting your own touch on them by packaging them into pink plastic baggies with their name, amount, and a heart around it.

"mami, they gon' think i went all soft and shit now," is what he told you every time regardless of him finding it adorable.

he thought your innocence and intelligence were alluring and for your sake, he knew he should've kept it strictly professional business, but he wanted to ruin you.

his aspiration only grew larger after one night, participating in a mini competition amongst yourselves to see who would tap out first while smoking as many blunts as possible.

your deep brown eyes were low n red after two, ready to quit due to the feeling of immense drowsiness. feeling as if you were on another planet, you brazenly confessed a few secrets of yours before falling asleep in his arms—one being that you had never had sex before. the thought of connie popping your sweet cherry made him brick up instantly. he would’ve took you right then and there in the backseat of his car, but he wanted you to be completely conscious for it.

teaching you his ways was only the beginning, not only did he want to corrupt your mind, he desired to take over your entire body like a vicious plague.

you sheepishly admitted that being in his scene terrified you but he assured you, "i promise nothin' will happen to you as long as you wit me, mamacita."

he later conceded to you that he was always strapped with his glock-19 and in a way, that made him even sexier. he pulled the weapon out of his baggy sweats and laid it on his lap for you to comprehend. you blurted out asking if he had ever used it on someone.

"ignorance is bliss, ain’t that right, bae?” giving you a small smile alongside a chuckle, continuing on with his delivery route as if nothing happened.

he dropped you home later that night and it was spent under your baby pink silk sheets, one hand tightly resting on your breast, the other rubbing over your aching clit. soft mewls of his name escaped your lips while fantasizing about him holding his loaded gun to your head, finger just shy of the trigger as he fucked you dumb. you messily came undone all over yourself and from that day on, your worries about safety never resumed.

the next thing you knew, connie's plan had you exactly where he wanted you to be. his big body hovering over your adorably small one in comparison and looking down upon you hungrily with low bloodshot eyes, making you indecisive of if the sight was sexy or terrifying, or both.

legs spread onto the dip of his buff shoulders, gold anklet dangling in his face and his precum-soaked tip aimed at your entrance. it was everything you had fantasized about; thick, circumcised, and pretty. veins protruding from the base to his baby pink tip, the same color as your thong he pulled aside.

"wait! wait—connie, before you continue, i need to tell you something.” the fear was evident in your eyes, shakily placing your small chubby hand on his toned lower stomach to avoid him proceeding further.

"oh, that you're a virgin?"

"wait, wait what?" eyes widening, your brows lowering with confusion.

"you do lots of talkin' when you're high, but even without you tellin' it was obvious." his copper eyes briefly shifted towards the chastity ring that never left your finger.

"fuck you, connie."

"oh yea? fuck me, baby? nah, fuck you."

audibly gasping at the sudden aggressive shift into your slit and taking in all of his inches. a smug grin painting his face once he watches the pretty virgin trying to adjust to his length, the stretch embarrassingly being nearly unbearable for you.

"t'hurts," your brown irises rolling to the depths of your skull and he needily bucked his hips against you, balls deep inside of your pussy, slapping against the fat of your ass with no remorse.

“c–connie it’s t’much . . . i can’t.” while gripping onto the sheets as if your life depended on it, light tears swell your sweet doe eyes and your eyelashes meeting with your flushed cheeks from tightly clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well, coating his cock with sticky cream ring.

"awn you can't take it, baby? i thought it was fuck me though, right?" he purred in a condescending tone, his russet eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole.

"m'sorry . . . connie, m'so so sorry, please."

"m'so sorry," connie embarrassingly mocks your tone creating nearly the same pitch as your shaky voice. his veiny hand wrapped around your neck restricting your breath to a minimum and making you dizzy while soft mewls slithered out of your lips, pain mixing with a foreign feeling of pleasure.

"actin' so innocent all the damn time n yet here you are, pretty pussy creamin' all over my dick." his words spilling from his lips like an addictive poison to your brain.

"ease up f'me princesa, with you clenchin' like that m'not gonna last long." connie's voice coos in your ear as he positions your legs all the way over his shoulders to allow him to plant harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight. gripping your plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hand and squirming underneath his weight. the room filled with lewd sloppy squelching noises from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his shaft.

your short french tip nails dug into his sweat-glistened skin leaving crescent moons behind and you weren't even fighting back anymore, you embraced it. nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck as he thrusts inside of your tummy.

"oo my gosh, connie. m'gonna cum." your arch faltering, yearning for the sweet release that doing it yourself could never fulfill. his hips angled directly at your sweet spot sending warm n fuzzy shocks through your body.

his dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was close as well based off of his sloppier thrusts. so pussy drunk from your sopping cunt he didn't even hear you talking, he just continued with his pace.

your core tightened and the utmost sensational orgasm ripped out of you. it only took a few more weak strokes to lead to his thick sticky ribbons of goo shooting inside of you and painting your walls completely white.

"connie . . . do drug dealers have hookups to plan b's too?"

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whoever reported this i literally hate you i hope you choke. i don’t even wanna post anymore like if you see something you don’t like, just block me?? it’s so simple

nsfw, mdni ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

thinking about your boyfriend pulling you into the family restroom while you two were out shopping at the mall. bent over the sink, his hand intertwined with your goddess braids and forcing you to watch each hostile thrust into you in the mirror. the glass coated in a sheer layer of fog from the humidity due to your heavy breathing and moans.

lewd sloppy squelching sounds emerging from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his thick and pretty dick. veins protruding from the base to his pink tip, the same color as the thong he pulled aside.

"it's t'much . . . i can't." your arch faulters while sticky tears blur your big doe eyes and your falsies meet with your flushed cheeks from clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well by coating a creamy ring around his cock.

"awn, you can't take it, baby? should've thought about that before acting like a fuckin' brat earlier." he purred in a condescending tone, words spilling from his lips like morphine. his eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole by planting harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight.

"m-m'so sorry, so so-sorry, please."

a tight grasp on your brown plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hands left crescent moons in the dimples of your hips. listening to your apology cries as music to his ears while his veiny engorged cock sinks into your swollen puffy pussy. a smug grin paints his face knowing that he only has one intention on his mind, and it's putting his brat girlfriend in her place.

"nah nah, keep that same energy as earlier."

toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, connie, eren, levi

#like actually what is wrong w u

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this was literally art !! look at my gf using all these big words n shit she so smart☺️

kalopsia. ( miles morales x black!fem reader. )

❁ synopsis — hanging out with miles in a field full of flowers.

❁ warnings — 0.4k wc, big words (for those who like to read bland un-detailed shit), & none besides that, no type of dialouge. + more fluff!

❁ suki speaking — wrote this when i was on the plane, and wanted to give yall sumn. enjoy!

the scenery was far beyond illecebrous perfection, mindful compare; leek, celandine, bluish greens were the stars while primary and second colors acted as eminent side characters. nature’s enrichment display of such earth tones made even the saturn a slight anthophile to God’s creation. sopse of plant shrubs with growing berries listing, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, and cranberries were planted, dispersed around the brobdinnagian divinity. darling, darling the wind turned its breeze of psithurism mellisonant hymns that rang throughout the flatland, audade’s at mornings present dawn time.

my oh my, how the few trees seemed to give the sky a kiss of skittish flatter. there weren’t many planted trees, yet the one that enthralled was the center Oak Tree. the branches spread across wide with the leaves filling the gaps. this being the same tree me and miles always leaned upon its bark for rest or found shelter from the sun’s rays of heat. it’s trunk, its roots were connected unto the earth feeling the grass and underlying dirt, soaking up the moisture for continuous growth nutrients. The Oak Tree itself was the temple, as well as the home, to the smaller insects and animals that fled and sprung around the flower field. sunday’s the squirrels would scatter and squander up the tree while the birds and bees shared a laugh of life’s glory.

what truly made the flower field lucent with fresh beauty was the flowers itself. tulips, roses, carnation, lillies, dahlias, daffodil were among just a few of the tens of different flowers assortmments that spread across the grassy plain. the flowers filled what would have been a lacuna without them. it was plain serendipity for anyone’s first time witnessing how ethereal it was.

him chasing you around the flower fields, smiles and laughs and giggles filled throughout the air, as the leaves danced between your bodies. you both fell down to the ground and sat there and watched the sky, until the marigold and bumblebee hues, turned to deep bold indigo and sangria tones. you guys sat there for what seemed like an eternity, just taking in the beauty of the world around us, lost in the peace that comes from a moment of pure quiet. a moment of just being, and simply existing.

when you and miles got up from your spots on the grass, and began to walk back towards the world that you both came from. finally opening the gap of silence between you two, even though we didn't mind it, you asked. "lets do this again, just us. at our spot." your lips spoke to him, and his formed into a smile. "of course." he responded without hesitation, seeming to have enjoyed you guys' day of silence and admiration for the earth.

he wouldn't trade that moment for anything in the world.

❁ suki speaking — short lil drabble, but its real cute and detailed imo. this prolly my best writing yet i feel as if. but enjoy this lil drabble!! mwa mwa, nighty nighty lovelies.

#live laugh love suki pookie

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aerieza · 10 months

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satoru has my whole heart mannn

gifts. ( gojo satoru x black!femreader. )

❁ synopsis — a lil drabble of mr. satoru giving his pretty fiancée a brand new gift to show his love for her.

❁ warnings — 0.3k wc, & no warnings besides cute fluff !

❁ suki speaking — character ai has had me in a grip and this gojo bot i was chatting with was so cute so i wrote sum off of it. but, enjoy my loves !

you were just getting home from work, to the nice single-family home you and satoru bought a few months back. you saw your white haired soon-to-be husband sitting on the furniture, watching a show you both had picked up together. "ah, there goes my beautiful girl." he smirked a little bit, before pausing the tv, and walking up to you.

"i got you something." he said to you, slowly standing behind you whilst pulling a box close to your face. "satoru.." you sighed to him with a soft smile. "you know how i feel about you getting me these expensive ass gifts." you stated to him with a look in your eye. you loved him getting you gifts, but you always felt as if you wanted to repay him back.

"aht, shh. open it princess." he said smiling at you as you sighed and opened the box. it was a glistening necklace and a bracelet he bought for you, to go along with the ring he gave you almost a year ago. to be his forever and ever. you smiled as you set the box down lightly and turned around to look at him with a soft, but great smile on your face. "you like it princess? i got it to match with your ring." he said to you, whilst taking your hand to put the emerald colored bracelet on you, and taking the necklace out the box, and dragging you to the nearest bathroom. he wrapped the necklace around your neck, and it compliments your pretty brown skin so much, he couldn't help but let out a soft smile. he connected the clasps together and let it fall on your chest, slowly creeping down the crease of your titties. "its so beautiful, baby." you told him before bending over to see it up closer in the mirror. gojo lifted you back up and gave you a soft kiss on your lips, and pulling you in for a hug. "i'm gonna spoil you eith gifts and gifts when we get married soon." he whispered in your ear, before giving you one more kiss. "i love you, y/n."

❁ suki speaking — a lil gojo fluff drabble for all my -17 readers. imma have a miguel oneshot coming up soon, along with more fluff etc. and yall might see some angst too..BUT ENJOY THIS FOR NOW!!! better be grateful 4 what yall got, cus ik i do not post consistently.

#— mara’s recommendations ♡#my baby finally posted #i love satoru #this was adorable

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"m-m'so sorry, so so-sorry, please."

"nah nah, keep that same energy as earlier."

toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, connie, eren, levi

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╰ ⁺˖ samara + sj *ੈ✩‧₊˚ eighteen. gemini. she/her. black writer. pretty pink princess. sanrio enthusiast. — connie springer’s baby mama. ౨ৎ

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#navi #best viewed in light mode ☆( > ᴗ < ) ☆

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NEW PIERCING ☆ hobie brown

⠀ ⠀ ☆. warnings — black female reader. black coded. reader has a tongue piercing + pierced nipples. praising. backshots. male oral. nipple licking. creampie. pet names. reblogs & comments are always appreciated! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

as you watched the new season of never have i ever from the comfort of your bed, persistent knocking on your window echoed throughout the room. without even directing your attention to the shadow in the window, you immediately knew it was your boyfriend, hobie.

"you know, i have a front door for a reason, love."

"i know, but what's the fun in that, sweetheart?" he beamed you a smile revealing his perfect pearly whites and a spikey smiley piercing above them.

"whatever makes you happy." you giggled while unlocking the window to give him access to your champagne toast candle-scented and dimly lit bedroom.

"i missed you a lot, bee." you gestured for him to enter and he climbed inside, ducking to avoid hitting his head due to his extreme height.

your boyfriend was dressed in the adorable badtz maru pajama pants you got him for christmas and a random band tee from decades ago. he dropped his tote bag adjacent to your bed and scrubbed off his black crocs.

"i missed ya 'n your absolutely leng face, love."

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he quickly plants two kisses on your cheek making a loud mwah sound. he got himself comfortable fast by plopping down on your mattress, crossing his legs, and supporting his head with his arms underneath.

"i stopped by 'ere earlier, seems you weren't home."

"i was busy," you said with a hint of thrill in your tone while closing the window that allowed a chill breeze into the room. the cold air sending goosebumps down your exposed body since you were only dressed in baby pink panties and an oversized kuromi tee.

"busy, yeah? wif what exactly?"

“earlier, i did a thing." you mischievously smiled, joining him on the bed and sitting at the edge with your legs crisscrossed.

"a thing?" he reiterated while smirking, cocking one of his eyebrows up in interest. “do i wanna know?”

you nodded, crawling up the bed and positioning yourself onto his lap, straddling him with your thick thighs. he slid his smooth hands across your bare skin, resting them on your ass and giving it a tight squeeze. you shivered from feeling the coldness of his silver rings all over his fingers graze against your ass. “but you have to close your eyes."

"ah, why? i wanna be able to see your beautiful face." he curled his lips into a playful pout. "that's why i came over darlin'."

"it's just for a second. i want it to be a surprise, pleaseee?”

"alright, alright fine, anythin' for you, love.”

“but make it snappy, yeah? there’s somethin’ i need to handle after this.” hobie’s voice softened and you could feel his stiff cock slowly growing underneath your body. he shifted uncomfortably, pushing his hips up and aiming is dick right in the center of your lacy panties, desperate for the friction to satisfy himself.

"and what's that?" you titled your head a bit and grinned, moving a little closer to his face.

"you.” he spoke faintly and a low chuckle left his lips once he felt your heart rate speed up. hobie's pet names for you dripped off of his tongue were laced with an addictive substance, you never got tired of hearing them.

"we'll kill two birds with one stone then."

“what’d you mean by th—”

"no more questions, now eyes closed," you cut him off and said firmly. he raised one eyebrow slightly and stared at you with a puzzled look. soon after, his brown eyes disappeared behind his fluttery eyelids

you relocated to the edge of the bed, adjusting yourself to be in between his legs like you were a predator about to pounce on your prey. you slipped his pajama pants down just enough to reveal his well structured v-line and the top of his long shaft.

“i see we’re rocking no underwear tonight.” you giggled.

"y'know, giving me head was at the bottom of my guesses for a surprise, but it definitely did not disappoint.” he chuckled and opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the pretty sight of you on his cock.

you pulled down his pajamas even more and his thick, un-cut, and well-trimmed cock sprung out, already leaking out sticky pre-cum. you took a second to admire how pretty his dick was with your acrylics wrapped around it. he was so big, you had to hold him in both of your tiny hands.

he stared with glimmering eyes like he was in a daze from watching you trail up and down his shaft with the tip of your slimy tongue, the cold metal from your tongue piercing felt like ice to his sensitive spot. his breath immediately hitched from the cold feeling.

“f-fuck. wait wait wait.. that's different."

"what is that you got? it's fuckin' wicked, doll."

you briefly released your mouth from his cock, a string of your saliva still attached. you held out your tongue and on the very tip, a shiny silver bar protruded through your tongue with two hot pink balls on both sides.

"i liked the way yours felt on me, so i wanted to return the favor." you stared up at him with your soft doe eyes, a sly grin appearing on your face.

hobie was speechless for a second, all he could do was stare at you as you continued to take his shaft into your mouth. he muttered under his breath in sheer astonishment.

"you naughty lil’ girl."

taking hobie's full length down your warm throat, happily gagging as his tip hits the dangly piece in the back of your throat. your vision became blurry since your eyes were glossy and full of built-up tears. a single one fell down your cheek and he wiped it aside, caressing your flushed cheeks as you continued to suck him dry.

he bit down on his puffy plump lip, coating it in a sheer layer of saliva as you bobbled up and down on his cock. the room echoed with sloppy lewd sounds of slurping, spit running down your chin and creating a pool of saliva dripping down his balls. you were such a sloppy eater—you swallowed his dick like you had no manners.

"you're so fuckin' pretty with my dick in your mouth baby." he groaned, staring down at you in admiration with one of his veiny hands gripping a chunk of your faux soft locs. he used his free hand to hold onto your silk bedsheets like his life depended on it. you met his gaze and a tiny smile formed on your face from watching him squirm.

his dick was spasming under the wetness of your tongue while his moans and groans got louder. looking up at his face, you saw his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shining down at you with need.

after five more minutes of straight gargling his whole dick n balls, with your jaw being close to locking, he carefully pulled you up to meet eye-to-eye with him. he sat up and propped himself up with some pillows and you were positioned back on his lap with your soaking panties on top of his bare dick.

while still catching your breath, you and hobie's lips interlocked and you swirled your tongue all around the perimeter of his mouth, both of your silver tongue jewelry making contact and creating a clanking aroma.

he trailed down your neck, planting wet peppered kisses on your boiling skin. the heat transferred to all of your body like wildfire. he gently wrapped his hand around your lower waist and forced you to arch your back, giving him a better angle.

he tugged your tee off in a quick pull, throwing it somewhere in the room, and watched your pierced titties drop out like he was hypnotized. he licked his lips before devouring each, one at a time. flicking his tongue on your deep brown areolas, reaching your nipples and sucking on them, feeling the cold metal warm up from his tongue.

after slobbering up and down your chest, he directed you to lie down on your stomach. placing a pillow underneath your hips to keep you elevated, making him able to go directly to your g-spot.

sliding your pretty pink panties to one side of your ass, revealing your sopping slit patiently waiting for his dick. "you ready, love?"

hobie angled his hips so that his spit-coated tip was resting on the top of your ass. pulling your panties to the side, he slipped two slim fingers inside of you with ease and curled them upwards, reaching for your sweet spot. he felt you tighten on his fingers and he palmed himself while he fantasized about switching the fingers for his dick. he lowly muttered to himself, “you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

you nodded while nibbling on your cotton candy lips and he slowly slid his dick inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his large length. gasping at his heavy dick stretching you out, you pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffed your face into it. he hissed between his teeth when he felt how tight you were around his dick.

"h—hobie.." happy tears swarmed your eyes, you panted, clawing your nails into your sheets, your brows curling upwards while you bit down on your lip, merely drawing blood.

"you're doing so good for me, love. c'mon, i know you can take it."

hobie, balls deep inside of your pussy, effortlessly making you lay on your elbows and making your back arch. the room was filled with the sound of his sack making contact with your aching clit. he hums to himself at your soft mewls into your pillow as he gently spanks you with his free hand, caressing it after each smack.

he was never rough and aggressive with your body—he didn’t throw you around like a rag doll and do whatever he wanted with your body. with him, he didn't degrade you and call you those names either. whats better is that he knew exactly how you desired to be touched and talked to for the ultimate oorgasm.

it was never just sex—hobie made love to you. he was gentle with your body, he treated it like a delicate flower. he consistently made sure you finished, multiple times at that, before he even thought of doing it himself. he never skipped the most important part either, the coming down and aftercare.

your brown irises rolled to the back of your skull and the only audible words you were able to mutter were "h—hobie." and very whiny, "o—oh my goddd's." your french tip-painted toes curled up as he fucked you with the perfect contrast of pleasure and pain.

"turn around, love. i wanna see that pretty face of yours." he rasps in a low tone while moving all of your hair to one side and wrapping his slender fingers around your neck. he lifts one of his legs up, titling his body at an angle to reach deeper inside of your sopping cunt.

you whimpered and slowly you turned your head back to meet his lustful gaze. he thrusts in and out, in and out, and your pussy sang out many wet squelches. your whiny babbles and soft moans got louder as your pussy constricted around his dick, you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming but holding off for him.

"you wanna cum all over this dick, yeah?" he shakily says. he could tell you were close by the way your body trembled underneath him and your mouth was wide open, eyes rolling back to the depths of your skull.

"y—yes yes, please!" you cried out, your sweet and desperate mewls filling the air. he held onto you tight to keep you from running away from the urgent and precise thrusts that both of you had been wanting so bad.

"o—oh my goddd.. i'm cumming!" painting a sheer coat around his throbbing dick as the palm of your hand pressed against his abdomen, trying to push him away.

"that's it, love, get it all out." he praises as you come down from your orgasm, maintaining the same pace he brought you to your climax at. within seconds, he slows to a halt, and hobie's cock is pulsating and spilling stringy ropes of his cum, painting your inner walls completely white.

"that tongue piercing is absolutely beastly, doll."

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