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is it just me or do even the black writers need to stop writing for black readers. for some reason, all they do make y/n this low key hypersexual, down for everything, overly confident while being submissive when it comes to her man. She’s also always in a borderline abusive relationship and fits the stereotype of being a loud, ghetto, black woman that we tried so hard to disprove. She’s also low key a thot most of the time. Why can’t we have a soft, feminine, shy, loving, calm black readers? Why can’t we be taken out on a date like a picnic, dinner, or take a walk outside with our s/o? We wanna be treated like a princess without the end of the work being total smut (jjk fandom). I just wanna be able to read a cutesy little x black reader where I wear bows and cute little dresses with my friends in a nice house with my loving s/o without the characters getting freaky at the end.

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TRACK 01 ❥ RIDE • J. KIRSCHTEIN

your love with jean didn’t start out with perfect beginnings but he’ll make certain it has the story book ending.

❥ content + warnings: paramedic!jean, patient liaison reader (black coded), mentions of illness, pain, etc, very brief mention of infidelity, Jean being a complete lover boy, he has a heavy country/creole accent (he speaks French once or twice) hotel sex, alcohol use, fingering, foot play, bondage, dirty talk, squirting, blindfold, wax play, pet names (my love, my girl, sweetheart) daddy kink + heavy dom, nipple play, breeding/pregnancy, mating press

word count: 6.2K

“Take off those heels, lay on my bed…whisper dirty secrets while I’m pulling on your hair..”

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there were so many words that could be used to describe the enigma of a man that was Jean Kirschtein. For the longest, he was a mystery to you..not being able to take him one way or the other. You couldn’t quite figure him out or really see him for who he truly was. And just when you’d thought you had him all figured out; pegged as one thing, he swayed your mind in the opposite direction. Granted, that was before you knew him beyond being your ex’s homeboy. Keeping yourself at arm’s bay from any man that wasn’t him as to not make him jealous. Of course, that was prior to learning that it wasn’t Jean or anyone else you had to worry about. It was him. It was only a year and a half ago that you learned the heartbreaking news of your ex’s infidelity and by the mouth of none other than Jean himself. It came as such a shock to you that as he spoke, you found yourself almost collapsing onto the pavement but he quickly caught you. You’d never felt so humiliated and betrayed before in your life. The weight of it was almost too much for you to bare..that was until Jean caught you within his grasp and never let go! He assured you that Connie or no other man would ever harm you again as long as he was around. A promise he kept true to..even severing ties with his best friend altogether. It was easy by no means and you felt guilty for being the reason their friendship ended but the only thing you were met with was laughter and a very simple statement in response:

“Any man that could hurt a beautiful woman like you could never be my friend.”

that wasn’t all though..as Jean explained, the two of them began falling out over his constant womanizing and cheating. Granted, he was no saint himself and the two of them were no strangers to having multiple ladies in their lives or even having threesomes with them. But all of that changed when Connie got with you…or so he claimed! Turns out, he only amped up his infidelity through the roof and left you in the dark about all of it. Jean, although a bit of a ladies man himself, couldn’t sit idly by and allow you to be harmed by his actions. But honestly, none of that mattered now. Hell, it all seemed like a far off past that you had but repressed from your memory. Especially when Jean had all but spent this last year and some change not only atoning for Connie’s mistakes but treating you like the absolute goddess you were. The two of you were both employed by the same hospital; you worked as a patient liaison who saw to the non medical needs of the patients. Ensuring that they knew how much they were being billed and offering assistance if it were needed, making certain that their rooms were up to par, even helping out with diet plans..if someone were vegetarian or pescetarian, you’d relay the message to the kitchen staff and make sure they’d have those options for them. It was equally as important as their medical care and it was a job you did exceptionally well. It most certainly took a special person! Which Jean appreciated and respected when he watched you work..always so kind and empathetic. It was no wonder why he felt the innate sense to spoil you in return.

he himself worked as an EMT. Transporting patients to and from the hospital, dealing with high stress situations and quite frankly, enjoying every bit of the adrenaline rush that ensued. Sometimes, it was so intense, he questioned if he were meant to pursue this. But you were his safe haven and once he was with you, he felt as if he could conquer the world!

however, just for the evening…you were setting aside your workplace concerns and stories to be solely devoted to one another. It was a rather special occasion, for many reasons. One being Valentine's Day. And the other? The six month anniversary since you guys began seeing one another officially. When he asked you out after a late night shift and you found yourselves at one of your favorite spots to eat. He handed you a small gift and asked properly; despite hooking up several times prior. Stating that he knew it wasn’t ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but he just couldn’t wait to make you his. It was so thoughtful, you nearly burst into tears right there. Fast forward and life only got better! You had never experienced love the way you had with Jean..endless affection, fancy dates when permitted, small gestures to brighten your day and of course, sex on an entirely different level! This man knew your body like the back of his hand and he always knew the right things to do to make you tick and turn you on. Still, he’d always have his reservations. He wanted to prove that you were worth far more than late night rendezvouses and backseat hookups. He wanted to give you the absolute world on a platter. A goal he had in mind as he made his way to your place; a small house you shared with an older sister and nephew. He pulled that blacked out two seater up to the curb of your driveway..hopping out to open the passenger door just as you made your appearance!

“Well..my my..and they say goddesses don’t walk this earth. I’d hafta’ disagree..not when my baby exists.”

your face completely flushed in a sheath of warmth and your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you flashed that pearly smile and strutted closer. He wasn’t exaggerating because to say you looked divine, wouldn’t be an understatement! Face done up in the most beautiful shimmers and red lipstick that complimented that beautiful dark skin tone, those normally tight curls styled into an updo and gleaming jewelry he had brought dangled from your neck and ears. Dressed in a thigh length red dress with a slit on the right side, tall, strappy heels that wrapped around your calves and a handbag to match. However, you wouldn’t be opening that unless it were to touch up your makeup. Because he had plans that involved spoiling you rotten in more ways than one..and best believe he wasn’t empty handed when getting out to greet you either. No, he was brandishing what seemed to be the largest bouquet of roses he could find!

“You’re way too sweet, baby..thank you!”

“No such thing..here, these are for you, my love. Happy Valentines..and anniversary.”

delicately lacing your cheek with a peck..accepting them, you’d thank him once more and right there, in return..shove your tongue between his lips whilst caressing his cheek. Jean would feel the rush of ecstasy that came with your touch rush his veins. Each kiss, hug and caress took his breath away. Needless to say, dinner was merely the appetizer to the main course to which his pallet desired!..

“Ready to hit the town, my lady?” Garnering quite the adorable giggle from you. He was such a charmer..constantly wooing you despite the relationship nearing a year old.

“Well of course, sir. Lead the way.” you’d return his sentiment, grinning from ear to ear. With that, he’d make haste in opening the door and allowing you to take your seat in the passenger’s side, easing you in. And afterwards, he’d make his own way back to the drivers to start up the ignition. Tonight was sure to be one that would forever be embedded into your memory and heart for many years to come..

page break and time skip

“Jean Rene Kirschtein, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you..dammit, and I said I wasn’t going to cry tonight.”

the only response that you could muster at the moment as you cupped a hand across your mouth, feigning tears and hysterics as you glared down at the crushed velvet box, seated in your lap. Inside, resided a sparkling ring..glistening with princess cut diamonds and a twenty four karat silver band. It was absolutely gorgeous and not to mention..all yours. A piece of jewelry that set him back about nine hundred or so dollars but it was fitting for a promise ring. Not to mention all the other countless gifts he had bestowed upon you tonight. Once he dropped to that knee, there would be no expense spared. He’d grasp your hand as he reached across the table and intertwined your fingers. After he slipped it on for you.

“Well, you could start by drying those pretty eyes of yers’…no need to cry, baby. You deserve this and so much more..” the words permeated your ears and heart like arrows shit directly from Cupid himself. Currently, the two of you were at the rooftop restaurant stationed at the Blaise Hotel, located on the opposite side of town and near the outskirts. It was so lavish yet so intimate at the same time…dim blue illumination outlined the cursive sign hung atop the building. Marble and gold embellished the lobby and everything was so beautiful. It was rather apparent that Jean had spared no expenses when it came to making this night as special as possible. To say you were grateful would be an understatement. “Listen..I know that you and I didn’t exactly start this thing off right and hell, maybe in another life, ya’ would’ve been mine in the first place. But (y/n), baby. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure that I’ll be your last. One day, I wanna replace this with the real thing. I wanna marry ya’, have some babies..grow old together. The only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I love you.”

and you knew that he meant every single word that left his mouth. Unlike your ex, there was no doubt that you were his one and only. And you were about to see the great lengths he was willing to go to just to prove that!

“I love you more, Jean..thank you, for making this past year or so, the best I’ve ever had. You pulled me out of a dark place when everyone else was willing to let me sit there..you did things for me that you didn’t have to and I’m forever grateful. I don’t know what I did to deserve to be this happy but…I hope it never ends.” Ending your speech by hoisting your glass, in hopes of not becoming emotional once more. The two of you would toast and take generous swigs of that red Cabernet. Sweet yet strong and the perfect beverage for an occasion like this. “Well..it’s as my granny used ta’ say..’ Même toutes les étoiles du ciel ne pourraient pas briller aussi fort que toi, ma bien-aimée.” Meaning that you shined brighter than any star in the sky and he wanted to spend all night showing you just how special you were to him. Because unbeknownst, there was a second portion to your surprise. One that would undoubtedly embed this night in your mind for a very long time.

“Say, why don’t we get outta here and head upstairs? I gotta lil’ something for you.” Whilst you were finishing up the remnants of your wine, Jean stood from his seat; righter leaving both the bill and hefty tip inside of a black leather booklet. There was no need for you to concern yourself with it or the price inside. This was your night..to be celebrated, to be spoiled and to be loved properly. Something he planned to do in more ways than one. Grasping your hand and the cusp of your arm with the gentlest touch, he’d help you from your seat and pushed it back in. The signs of a true southern gentleman if you’d ever seen one. You knew that his folks had raised him right in the way he carried himself. Although you’d seen Jean act the fool as any twenty something year old boy would, he was always so polite and respectful. Always holding doors, never making you lift a finger to do anything and of course, charmed you to no end. “A lil’ something, huh? Something tells me you went all out..again!” Teasing him as the two of you exited the rooftop to take an elevator down to your suite. Hand in hand with your free one occasionally raising up to stroke his chest. As his own, cradled your waist..holding you close.

“Now now, sweetheart…a man never reveals his secrets. You just relax and let me worry about everything.”

honestly, there was no attesting Jean once he got something set in his head. He was stubborn but there was never a moment where he didn’t see something through to fruition. He also had the habit of sparing no expense to take care of someone else. Maybe that’s what made him such a great first responder..and lover. He was a dominant man. Not the possessive or overbearing type but rather the kind to step up to the plate and handle business without so much as a second thought. Which is why you felt so safe and secure around him..for once, it felt nice to be soft..vulnerable. To let your guard down and let someone else take the lead. So with that, accepting his answer, you’d await patiently as the elevator descended and the down arrow illuminated. Finally, it would come to a halt on the fourth floor..where Jean stepped out first to offer up his hand so he could guide you along. Your heels clicked briefly against the tile flooring before it quickly transitioned to carpet. The hall was decorated with vibrant white and blue paints, vivid imagery plastered onto paintings and sleek, modern lighting illuminated the path to the rooms stationed on the right side. Although Jean’s chivalry seemed to be never ending, there was another reason as to why he was so adamant of stepping ahead of you.

“Before we go inside…there’s one more thing I have for ya..turn around.”

414. The room number in which you two would be residing for the evening..although, you were certain not much sleeping would be taking place. You were stopped in your tracks right by the door as he grasped your hand. Even so, you’d do as your man instructed and spin until your back was facing him. It was then that he’d instruct you to step forward and fully devoting your trust in him, you knew he’d guide you in the right direction. With those strong hands cradling your waist, you’d step forward until you heard the door close behind you. A couple more steps and you could hear soft music playing..until you felt your calves graze what seemed to be a soft cushion of sorts.

“Take a seat, sweetheart..I’m right here.” That deep drawl ringing out in your ear and sending shivers tingling up your spine. Upon bending down to let your backside hit the bed, you’d await his next command. Patently and completely devoted to him. You trusted Jean, more than anyone. So you’d do exactly as he instructed. With your hands resting on your thighs, (y/n) sat straight upright as you felt his fingertips grazing your shoulder blades. You could feel his breath against your neck and his stubble just barely grazing your skin.. “..you’re so beautiful, baby. Ya’ know that? God, I feel like I don’t ever get to say it enough.” His voice dropped to a low vibrato as he continued caressing you. Soaking you in, drinking in your scent and just enjoying being in your presence. Taking his sweet time to fill your head with all of those beautiful words..affirming the things he felt about you on a daily basis. Whilst he did so, Jean’s lips trailed further south. Going from your neck to your shoulders..where he removed the straps of your dress and slid them down gently. His hands trailed the sides of your body and every square inch where he removed an article of clothing, he replaced it with subtle pecks. You couldn’t see a thing but you could feel it all..the warmth of his breath against your flesh, your ensemble slowly slipping away from you and his hands roaming around your torso. Including those supple breasts. Your nipples had begun to stiffen up as he toiled with them between his fingertips. You’d raise your hand to caress his head as it rested on your shoulder. Whilst toying with your newly exposed tits, Jean continued nipping at your ear and rattling off in it. Only this time, his words were far more risqué than before!..

“..ya’ know..I planned this night out in my head several times. I thought of all the ways I wanted to make love to you. How I’d be all gentle and sweet with ya’..but I gotta be honest, sweetheart…”

it was in the midst of his speech did you feel that same hand snake down between your legs and part them with a single pop to your thighs. His movements switched from delicate to a slightly bit rough in only a matter of seconds! He couldn’t hold back any longer..he needed you. He craved you..and desperately!

“..I just wanna fuck the shit out of you. I know that’s not all sweet and romantic. But I can’t help it..I just wanna give you what you deserve. The type of dick you should’ve been getting a long time ago, baby.” Whilst his words seeped to your head, your core was feeling the effects as well. With that center exposed as he tugged your thong to the side, it was no secret that you were already leaking from the sound of his voice and teasing alone. That was exactly where he wanted you! Vulnerable, soft..melting within his grasp. “..Jeannn…” “shh, shhh it’s okay..” He didn’t want you to do a thing. So much so, it wasn’t long before you felt your wrists being bound together in front of you as well. Right now, you were completely under his control and you could bet, that trust you placed in him wasn’t something he was going to take lightly or abuse. He would spend every waking second he had within this room pleasing you to the utmost of his ability.

“..god, those titties are so pretty, sweetheart. I just wanna suck on those nipples, get them hard.” Declaring as he gently grabbed your already sensitive buds and squeezed. He could sense that your body was already coming undone and he hadn’t even begun to toy with you yet! But alas, you had all night and you could fall apart as many times as you needed to..he’d be right there to put you back together! “And this pussy…fuck, it’s so wet for me already…” it was blatantly obvious that he was in the mood to play the long game. To spend hours if needed to build you up to your breaking point, only because he knew the release would be that much sweeter. “Yer’ gonna feel so good, I just know it..” In a sheer moment of haste, your lover would tear that dress from your body as if it were nothing more than a slip of paper. Soon, every other article of clothing would follow suit shortly after and Jean was quick to make his next move. Pulling you back towards his chest; still clothed with the black button down, he’d snake that tattooed arm down the center of your torso. Where he’d revel in toying with your slit. Spreading those puffy lips apart with his index and middle fingers. The sensation of cool air immediately made contact with that dripping warmth and needless to say, you were shivering instantly. Whimpering and huffing as he massaged that clit. Rubbing yourself against those finger pads and grinding on it. Pushing up and slowly gliding back down when he added a single finger. With just that one digit alone, you began writhing and begging him for more but it wasn’t time..you weren’t ready. “Baby, you can barely even take my finger right now…look at how she’s squeezing me.” Chuckling as he watched your movements. You had a habit of being restless..once you became aroused, nothing could tame that salacious appetite except the most intense, passionate sex that he could offer. “I knowww, but pleaseee—“ “..if you know then let me take care of you. Cut it out.” cooing into your ear and reaffirming his point with a gentle hand around your throat. “So are ya’ gonna relax and lemme handle it, sweetheart? Tell me..” and with that subtle dominance, what other choice did you have? That unwavering resolve of his wore you down rather quickly. “Yes, daddy..please take care of me..” “..that’s my pretty girl..” But alas, the foreplay and teasing was far from finished! Keeping you reigned to his chest, Jean continued to work that little cunt over with calculated touches and subtle pushes. Pressing into that sensitive core..his knuckles would become coated in that sticky sex, hoping to drum up more as he persisted. For now, he was ready to move on to his next task on the docket! His movements would come to a halt and suddenly you’d find yourself spasming on nothing more than air. It left you with a yearning..a longing for more. As you awaited his next move, he’d prompt you to open your mouth before placing those fingers between your lips and allowing you to not only clean them off but pacify those pathetic whimpers. “Taste yourself..there ya’ go. So fucking sweet..” You were still shielded from all the surroundings, your eyes covered by that satin cloth. Drool would seep from (y/n)’s jaws and shallow breaths escaped your throat. It was apparent that you were close but prolonging that orgasm would only make the moment that much better. For now, he had but one simple command:

“Hands in front of ya’, sweetheart.” The sharp tone in his voice causes a tingle to trickle down your spine. But naturally, you complied..submitting yourself to him entirely. Once you place your arms to your stomach, you’d find your wrists bound and tightly secured. You were completely at his will and before he proceeded, he’d reposition you to the mattress, placing you flat on your back..as you laid there, sprawled out and completely exposed, the gentle, familiar brush of his fingertips grazed your cheek yet again. Your arms, now outstretched and lying dormant above your head. You had no way of telling what it was that your boyfriend was planning..no sense of your surroundings but that was the entire point. He wanted complete autonomy over you..ensuring that you could trust him and for the next thing he had planned, he wanted you to be fully submissive to him.

“M’ gonna need you to hold still f’r me. Okay, sweetheart? You’re gonna feel a lil’ something dripping..and I want you to let me know if it hurts. You trust me..right?” without a shadow of a doubt, the answer was clear but he wanted to hear you say it. He needed that explicit consent that you wanted this just as badly. Just above your swollen, erect nipples, something hovered about you. It felt warm..which led you to one conclusion:

“Yes..please. Do it.”

and with that, he’d proceed! Brandishing in his hand was an already illuminated candle..one of which was already flickering upon your arrival to the room, as he had requested. This one was beginning to melt but to help speed up the process, Jean retrieved a lighter from his pocket. The same one he used to ignite his cigarettes and blunts on very rare occasions. A sterling silver one with his initials engraved..sparking the flame, the sandy blonde took both items and dangled them only inches from your body. Your frame wiggled around on the bed in anticipation; your chest heaving but breath shallow…you could sense what was coming and for a brief moment, the room fell silent. That’s when it happened…

plop!

the single sound of a wax droplet making contact with your flesh. Your reaction followed a split second later as you sucked your teeth and whimpered. He had to make certain that it wasn’t painful to you. But all reservations subsided when underneath the flicker of that flame, he’d watch that gorgeous smile appear and suddenly, he was at ease and confident that he could keep going! “How’d it feel, mama? That didn’t hurt, did it?” Cooing with a swipe of his thumb across your cheek as he awaited your response. “Y-yeah..but it felt so good! Please…more.” And he didn’t hesitate! Jean continued whittling down that candle with his flames. Soon, the beads multiplied as they fell and before long, your gorgeous dark complexion was marked with cream colored, hardened splatters of wax. Akin to a portrait, you were like a masterpiece..one he wanted to frame and keep forever. Your tits gently swaying as you squirmed around and the sounds of your adorable giggles, along with the lilt in your voice was satisfying enough for your boyfriend. Those beautiful nipples protruding and hardened beyond belief, only caused you to squirm as he grazed them. “That feel good, my love?” “Yes! So good..thank you!” That single show of gratitude made the tent in his pants grow larger..as well as his desire for you! He was fighting the urge to strip down and fuck you senseless right now but he was almost where he wanted you. Where he needed you..

“Good..that’s all I wanna hear..”

just then, Jean would kneel into the mattress to propel himself up. Only after he set aside the candle and lighter, extinguishing both. Where he’d begin to undress. Peeling off his clothing layer by layer. You’d hear the sound of that designer belt buckle clinking as he unfastened it. Tossing it to the floor first and his pants followed suit. Next was his button down he undone. His shoes and everything until he was sporting nothing but that gold Rolex and rings that looked so aesthetically pleasing as it contrasted your skin. Lying a flat palm on your thigh when he crawled back up and parted them. He had been waiting for this moment. Biding his time in anticipation for what was to come..he’d often spend his shifts thinking about you. Trying to feign off his thoughts and desires because he knew he’d have you soon enough. There were so many things he wanted to do with you. On one hand, slow, sensual lovemaking underneath the candles…feeding you gentle strokes. And on the other hand? Pounding you into this mattress until you made a mess of him! Squirting and leaking all over this bed until you convulse of one too many powerful orgasms..

“So tell me, sweetheart? What is it that you want now? Just looking at ya’…I can tell you’re hungry for more. You’re leaking, baby..” teasing as he brushed over that mound and only a mere inch away from that clit. He’d resort to spreading you open again just for his own pleasure. Whispering and murmuring as he sucked his teeth in awe of the sight. He couldn’t believe it..how silky and wet you were.. “..goddamn..look at that. So beautiful..would look even better with me inside of you. Don’t ya’ agree, baby?” Prompting you to lick your lips and nod profusely. You were so needy, you were practically rutting yourself on thin air..seeing as how he refused to directly touch it. Afraid it’d send you flying over the edge if he did. He needed that reaction strictly for himself. He wanted to see you twitching, squirming and writhing all on his cock. “Yeah..fuck..I do..” those pathetic little whines only fueling him more. So much so, as he kept you speaking, he’d coil the base of his shaft and stroke upward as he awaited his answers. “Then convince me, baby. Tell me where ya’ want daddy to put it. Where you need me right now. C’mon, talk to me..”

and you spared no details! You’d quickly plead for him to spread you open and fill you full of his cock. To stretch you out and make you conform to his shape. What couldn’t fit, he better make you take it..that nut? He knew exactly where you wanted it. You wanted him to completely wreck you tonight!

“So that’s how it is? That’s what you feel?” “Yes, baby!..come fuck this pussy, please..” it was obvious that you were becoming anxious and Jean was aching so badly from his own edging that if he didn’t get inside of something soon, he was going to explode. So with one forceful tug, he’d bridge the gap of space between your bodies before placing a leg on your shoulder and folding you back.

“Of course, pretty girl. Whatever you want..this is your dick after all.” Chuckling with a smile on his face, it didn’t take long before his tip was brushing against your slit and casually rubbing on that bud to further stimulate you. “So take it..” suddenly, that subtle teasing turned into full blown penetration! You’d find yourself stuffed to the brim and the gasp and expletives that simultaneously left both of your mouths signified just how good it felt. His thick length throbbing inside of your heat and that tight cunt clutching him upon entry. As if you two were designed for one another. “F-fuck..gonna start moving, baby..you ready?” He didn’t have to see your eyes to know your reaction..it was written all over your facial and body language. You’d give him the go ahead and seconds later, Jean would grasp your waist to keep you steady as he began thrusting up into you. Sounds of smacking skin along with faint moans arose and filled the air. He had to pace himself..go far slower than he would like to if he were going to last any amount of time. Long, deep, well paced strokes were the best move right now. And did he make certain you felt each one!

“G’ahh..so tight, baby..this pussy’s squeezing me..” tossing his head back on his shoulders, Jean would persist and push through the tight bundle of nerves..the sensation constricting his shaft and making him even more so vulnerable than before. He’d consistently dote on you, telling you how pretty you were taking his dick..how good you were opening for him and how he couldn’t wait to fill you up. Saying everything you needed to hear..cream began to pool around the rim of your opening; a result of the slow repetition of his cock slamming into you. Meanwhile, your legs and ankles rested on his broad shoulders. They’d tremble within his grasp as he laced them with sensual kisses. “You have any idea how good you make me feel, my love? How wet you are right now…I just wanna fill you up..I swear. Hell, I think you’d look so beautiful with my baby inside of ya’…” the low vibrato and his accent making the statement even sexier when he uttered it. The response was you twitching around him but not out of pain..you loved the idea. Being stuffed full of his seed, even if you weren’t exactly ready for the latter yet!

“Mmmph...I love when you nut in this pussy.” Declaring with your lips only inches apart. Eventually bridging the gap with soft, sensual pecks. Tongues swirling around and clashing with one another as strings of saliva formed between them. “Yeah? That’s what you want?” “Yes, baby. Keep fucking me. Make me take that dick!” Steadfast in your words, you’d claw at the pillows behind you..the only thing within your confined grasp as his movements progressed. He’d begin to speed up that dormant pace and get deeper into your core. It would seem that your lecherous words had pushed him to the next level..driving him to repeatedly stab at your sensitive core with deep, sharp, unrelenting thrusts. On top of rolling his fingers against your clit, drumming up more of that slick. The moment was perfect..the way your round tits swayed with each thrust, your skin riddled with wax and sweat, your legs coiling his waist..the only thing missing were your nails clawing into his back and marking him up. “J-Jeann…mm, gonna cum! Fuck!..” So he’d make the decision to untie your wrists and lift that blindfold. He needed to see your pretty face whilst he was in it. All of those authentic reactions..

“Then come, baby!..and look me in the eye when you do it.” Prompting you to release that shower of sweet rain all over him and while he was still buried to your hilt nonetheless. Only pushing him back when you could no longer keep him inside, and he’d retract to tap that tip against your slit. “I love when you squirt on this dick..feels so fucking good.” But your boyfriend wasn’t letting up..he was still vying for his own orgasm. Desperate and utterly desiring to fill you full of his seed. Repositioning once more, Jean hovered over your frame and pinned all your limbs back in one fell swoop. He couldn’t pretend to be composed any longer and that suave romantic had shifted to a salacious deviant..hungry to claim your womb for his own. That much apparent by his brutal thrusting and incessant growls as he took full dominion over you. Your feet and wrists were once again restrained as to avoid any attempts to stop him. But he knew you were equally aching for it..aching to be bred and stuffed full, so he’d persist. Spouting off lewd remarks and sloppy kisses to quell you. The bed jolted around with the headboard smacking the wall. Your bodies entangled as he folded you into that mating press. “You're gonna take it f’r me, sweetheart?! Take all this nut..it’s all yours..just tell me where you want me to put it, right now.” Through gritted teeth, he’d plead and try to maintain the last semblance of dominance he harbored because just as his resolve was fading, his stamina was slipping as well. Those thrusts became sporadic in rhythm and he was faltering in his speed. That once deep voice was a sending in pitch and Jean was on the brink of collapse as he held out for a few more strokes. “Gah! Fuck..so tight, I’m coming, baby!—“ “Nut in me, please..give it to me!” And with that command, he no longer felt the need to restrain himself. Coming to a complete halt, you’d watch those deep set eyes become wider and his body stiffen up. He was frozen in place but that long rope of warm semen spilled into your womb. He’d release your hands and you’d be quick to quell him with a palm to the face, thanking him for it and telling him how amazing it felt.

“I need a kiss, c’mere..”

“Of course…”

finally back into reality and consciousness, you’d join together one more time for a searing, passionate peck that solidified your love. Right here in this room, he made certain that you knew you were his forever and always. Regardless of your pasts, who may have been in it before or otherwise. What mattered most was the here and now.

“I’m starting to think I should’ve skipped the promise ring. I wanna marry you right now.” Prompting you to chuckle into your hand before stringing a finger down his chest. “Well that’s quite the jump.” But rest assured, you’d be right here until the actual day came along. Proposal or not, you knew who you wanted to spend the rest of forever with so for the time being, you could revel in his presence and never grow tired. You could definitely get used to it.

“I love you, Jean..” “I love ya’ more, sweetheart.”

and he’d spend all night of the rest of his life proving so.

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@honeybleed @spaceforher @dezibou @nanamiscunt @sweethoneycream

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Don’t send me anon asks about Palestine challenge

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talking you through an orgasm , hc

his large hand curls just beneath your jaw, fingers barely digging into your cheeks as he rocks slowly, painstakingly slow too. each quick snap of his hips has you sucking in another breath, seemingly desperate to dispel some of that overwhelmingly full feeling. it doesn’t matter when he’s filling you out like this though, demanding each and every one of your senses as he splits you open beneath him.

he fucks you passionately, brushing the lone tears that sparsely roll down your cheeks with the calloused pad of his thumb. he watches with a soft smile, something full of endearment but the longer you look, the more you can pick out the rush of power that swims behind his lust-filled eyes. “Look at you, baby.” he murmurs, slightly tilting your gaze until your teary eyes lock in on him and his head leans every so slightly and he hisses at the way you pulse around him. “You’re fucking perfect when you let me have you like this.”

every sugar-coated syllable has you a whimpering, whining mess, sniffles littered in between the noises you make as your body begins to tremble in the wake of your release. “g..gonna cum!” you mewl, nails digging into his bicep. the dam’s so close to being broken and he can feel all of it. It only makes his fingers tighten their hold on your throat, pulling you up until you’re in a halfway sitting position and the strokes of his length are hitting everywhere you need them most.

every push and pull works another loud, warbled cry from you and he’s leaning in as soon as he starts to feel the telltale sensation of you cumming on his dick. “Cum for me, princess,” he muses, breath gently washing past your ear as your body curls into him. “Let go for me, hm? Wanna feel how tight you get for me.”

and he doesn’t even have to finish the request, not when you’re arching into his chest, crying out choppy attempts of his name as your high consumes every inch of you.

he thinks you look the prettiest when you let the tears clump your lashes, sink your nails into his skin, and attempt to milk him for everything he’s worth. it’s never really much of an attempt though, not when you buck your hips greedily chasing every inch of him as his whispered praises fill your ears, variations of ‘That’s it, good girl’ and ‘Did so well for me, princess’ that have you melting in his hold and ready to do it all again.

Kento, Choso, Suguru, Maki; Draken, Takashi, Chifuyu, Rindou; Hange, Jean, Armin, Mikasa; Osamu, Wakatoshi, Akaashi;

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❇️ Know Your Place ❇️

“now repeat what i told you, baby.”

at this point, onyankopon is seething his words deep into the shell of your ears, the jolts of his pistoning so vivid that you couldn’t even get a reply out even if you wanted to.

with your head buried degradingly within the hotel pillow, all you could do was let out drooling moans that sounded everything like cries for help — but they were anything but! the way onyankopon was reaching parts of you you never knew could be reached from outside of you! the act of affection was demonic to say the least.

the hard slaps of his skin against your ass were ricocheting throughout the room, hammering your words out in a cracked stutter.

“d-d-d-d-on’….don’ talk….stray-ger…”

“that’s right. don’t want you talking to no. fucking. man.”

onyankopon grunts gutturally at your botched reply as his hand smacks thrice across the round of your ass, his cock still sliding in and out your gaping hole.

“dont even care…if he ask for the goddamn time. redirect his question to me if you have to.”

as your slack mouth dribbled onto the blanket, all you could do was whine for the man who was currently ploughing in and out of you.

“onnyyyy…”

as his hand now chose to grip at the fat of your ass, his thumbs chose to split apart your ass cheeks, but there was a brief moment where you could hear a breathy laugh fall from onyankopon’s lips. in that moment, he made effort to plant a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.

“yeah, i know baby. i know.”

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im back!

hey guys! i really wanna get back into writing, so pls leave some stuff you guys want me to write!

click me!

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IM SORRY TUMBLR RANDOMLY MAKES ME UNFOLLOW PLL ITS SO ANNPYING but what would u recommend i do to start an account like urs? like doing imagines and stuff like that :0

HIHIHI ITS OKAYY, and honestly... i’d say to start off with something “popular” ? like my first fic/imagine was a hard dom iwa fic and that’s usually something that a lot of people enjoy reading, and also making it kind of “visually appealing”, like breaking up paragraphs so they’re not too long, trying out different formats, etc.

also also, once you start posting more you’ll learn more about what the best time to post is. for example, i would post mainly at night/very early in the morning because that’s when my posts gained the most traction

and hashtags are really important, but make sure they’re relevant!

i hope this helped, i’m still learning a lot too!! and don’t be like me and burn out after a couple weeks 💀 try to have like... a good schedule and pace yourself because things will clash so quick if you don’t

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I love your latest post!! So soft and ambient <3

What type of music do you think Chrollo listens to? For me, I think he listens to obviously classical music from all sorts of cultures throughout centuries, but I also think he’d really like 80’s alternative/goth music. Like if the Troupe all had music that’d get them in the mood when stealing I think that would be for him.

He’s also really versatile, likes different perspectives, and gets along with all the different personalities of the Troupe so I think he listens to a little bit of everything. Like maybe one day Phinks plays hip hop in the car and is surprised that Chrollo likes some of the songs but well. He’s open to want anything and everything, he’s not one to limit himself to anything and that includes music taste! (This was so long omg I’m sorry I just also love talking about music)

AHHH omg i’m so glad you liked it!! but i 100% agree with you. i think he’s the type of person who’s like “if it sounds good, i’m vibing with it” like he doesn’t commit to just one genre of music. i do think that he listens to classical music to calm him down and get him in the mood for his missions, then (if the mission was successful) he’d listen to some upbeat rap with phinks and vibe the fuck out

that’s why i chose the song dancing queen in the fic i wrote, because i genuinely think that even though he looks like a classy man, he would definitely listen to any type of music if it just makes him feel a certain way. like some songs may make him feel sentimental, some may make him feel more calm, reminiscent, etc. this man loves music because of that

and don’t apologize for the length!!! send in as many asks as you want!! i’ll always answer no matter how long they are 🙄

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dancing queen - chrollo lucilfer

warnings: sfw + brief finger sucking (couldn’t help myself) + soft chrollo :)

includes: chrollo + reader

word count: 1.8k

a/: hey! i’m back i think, i’ve been thinking about this for days when i first added this song to a chrollo playlist i was making (lmk if you want the link ;)) and it just... made me so happy and giddy i HAD to write about it

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chrollo is stoic by nature, finding it hard to show anything but strength in front of the troupe members. he lives off the idea that people rely on him, especially the ones he loves.

he’s different around you, though.

it’s obvious that he’s his most vulnerable when around you, often laying his burdens on you when he cannot bear the weight any longer.

he lays his head across your lap, eyes softly shut as your hands run through his loose tresses. he talks for hours, making it obvious that he takes pride in what he and the rest of the members do. they’re his pride and joy, aside from you, of course.

he always feels bad for rambling about the troupe all the time. despite your constant reassurance, he can’t shake the idea that you’re bored of him.

his head lays heavy in your lap, long hairs tickling the outsides of your plush thighs. you feel a slow breath of air release from his mouth, it’s warm against your clothed stomach and you relish the feeling.

“tell me about your day, my love.” his arms wrap around your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

“nothing happened at all, now tell me more about your mission!” you giggle, gliding your blunt nails against his scalp.

his gray eyes stare up at you, searching for any sign of annoyance. he knows you enjoy his rambling, but can’t help but feel bad for letting it go on so long. you’re the only person he can stomach being vulnerable with, you give off a comforting energy that he can’t help but absorb whenever you’re around him. as if you’re the key and he’s the lock, needing you whenever he wants to open up.

“come on, get up,” he jumps up quickly, hair falling flat against his forehead. you stay stuck in your spot, admiring his stature. you couldn’t help but blush at his shirtless figure staring back at you, eyes almost boring into your soul.

“come on.” he emphasizes, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, flush against your body. his warmth radiates around your own. his shirtless torso is pressed against your clothed one. you lay your head flat against his chest, cherishing his supple skin against your cheek.

he pulls away from you, eliciting an audible whine from your throat. you raise your head and catch his gaze, his hand raises towards your chin and grasps it lightly.

his large calloused fingers are rough to the touch, in comparison to your smooth skin. his thumb lightly caresses your lower lip, “just wait a second, pretty girl. can you wait for me?” he teases, slowly inserting the tip of his finger inside of your mouth. your lips loosely enclose around his thumb, tongue swiping the tip.

you nod your head, meeting his eyes again. the moment was intimate, the tension in the air was thick, and you both were in a trance-like state, always in awe with one another.

he slips his thumb out of your mouth and walks over to the record player. you see him fiddle around with the many records you two collected, before finally picking one and popping it inside.

as he lowers the needle, you start to hear the tune of dancing queen by gabba play. you laugh loudly, knowing it’s something the both of you enjoy dancing to. it often plays on loop as you guys glide across the floor of your shared bedroom, lost in a trance of each other’s energy.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” chrollo bows, pushing his hand out offering it to you.

“of course my kind sir.” you joke, lightly placing your hand in his and wrapping your fingers around his large ones.

he twirls you towards him, holding you tightly against him as you land into his chest. you’re still bellowing over with laughter with your eyes squinted and mouth open in a wide grin. he can’t help but admire you for the umpteenth time that night.

your infectious laugh elicited his own, grip tightening so you both won’t fall over. “okay, come on let’s dance!” you yell out stepping back and pulling him along with you.

you both continue to glide across the room, doubling over with laughter and remaining close together. the song brings out something in chrollo that the two of you have noticed before. he becomes light on his feet and he becomes bright enough to light up an entire room. it’s as if a light switches on inside of him and he’s able to let go for once.

he becomes sentimental in this moment too, he takes the time to admire how beautiful you are. how your eyes twinkle the slightest bit when you look at him. a slight tint of pink adorns the apples of your cheeks, as if you’re almost flustered with how close the two of you remain.

moments like these is when he realizes how much he adores you.

he takes note of the way certain moments you make bring butterflies to his stomach, almost making his knees buckle. your bubbly laugh constantly fills his ears, painfully filling his heart with an overflowing love for you, and only you. he can’t bear to look at anyone else the way he looks at you, and you couldn’t bear to see it either.

the feeling is mutual on your end, also. you see his pupils grow larger in size, dilating as he stares into yours. you can feel his radiating adoration for you, and you can’t get enough of it. you feel drunk off of it, slightly swaying side to side in his arms as the song continues to play on repeat.

by the end of the night, the both of you end up on the floor, exhausted from hours of dancing. your abdomen becomes sore from the never ending laughter that filled the both of you, it’s a feeling you can never get enough of, no matter how much it hurts.

your head lays in his lap this time, an intimate position the both of you enjoy being in. chrollo’s rough fingers stroke your cheek, continuing to desire skin on skin contact with you. your eyes fall shut, falling asleep under his delicate touch.

chrollo’s back stays leaned against the wall as he stares down at you. god you looked beautiful even as you slept, you looked beautiful in all forms. his head tilts back, eyes shifted towards the high ceiling.

he was falling… hard.

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chrollo lucilfer

fluff ♡︎~

dancing queen // summary: you and chrollo can’t get enough of each other, relishing in each other’s touches and effervescence. that’s when he realizes he may like you a lot more than he realized.

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who i write for

note: i will add on to this list as time goes on

haikyuu!! ~

karasuno

aoba johsai

date tech

nekoma

shiratorizawa

fukurodani

my hero academia ~

izuku midoriya

katsuki bakugou

shouto todoroki

shouta aizawa

dabi

keigo takami

fumikage tokoyami

hitoshi shinsou

tomura shigaraki

twice

tamaki amajiki

togota mirio

mysticmessenger ~

zen

jumin han

707

saeran/ray

v

yoosung

hunter x hunter ~

chrollo lucilfer

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yo... i... HAGEFFBND

— kinktober day 20 ♡

pairing: wakatoshi x reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 931

warnings: finger sucking, fingering, size kink, breath play for a second & hand kink

Staring up at Wakatoshi, eyes beginning to go glassy as his stoic gaze slowly flickers between your clenched thighs and his hands, you try not to squirm. If you were clear-headed right now, perhaps you would have it in you to be shocked or even slightly amused by the fact that your boyfriend is just now learning about your… thing for his hands, but as it is you’re an embarrassed mess.

The worst way for him to have found out was by having one of your mutual friends make a playful remark after a practice match.

Wakatoshi had been quiet the entire drive home; occasionally, almost experimentally, he’d flex his arm and tighten his grip on the steering wheel of the old pickup truck before glancing over at you.

And each time, without fail, you’d be slack-jawed and staring decidedly at his hands. His large hands, easily big enough to wrap around your neck or keep you pinned down. Everything about your boyfriend is big, from his stature to his thighs to his broad shoulders, and you love every part of him, but you’re admittedly partial to his hands.

Keep reading

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dabi

headcanons

smut ♡︎~

marking // summary: reader gets marked by them

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HABDHSIRNFMSUD THANK YOU GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS WHAT-

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albino headcanons/ marking headcanons

warnings: nsfw + marking + possessiveness + mentions of aftercare + quirk usage + temperature play

includes: albino f!reader + keigo takami + dabi

a/n: sorry for the long delay!! but im about to re-open requests, and i’m going to try to get pt. 2 of the nameless boy out by this saturday!

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keigo takami

∴ he can spend hours marking you up, bruising your skin and flushing your pale skin into a soft pink tint beneath his touches

∴ he’ll be soft and delicate with you, fearing you might crack and break underneath his careful touches.. he treats you like you’re the finest china

∴ hawks doesn’t necessarily mark you because of possessiveness, but he does it to feel you squirm under his touch and whine out as he nips on your skin

∴ his favorite part to mark you is on your inner thighs, it’s the part of your body that is more sensitive to your touches and shoots straight to your cunt

∴ it’s like he can almost see your throbbing clit through your drenched cotton panties. he takes advantage of how sensitive you are and teases the fuck out of you for it.

∴ condescension babyyy

∴ “would you look at that? that pretty little clit is throbbing just from me marking your pretty little thighs?”

∴ please, this man will probably be so mean but not like... dabi mean... which we will get to.

∴ he just enjoys teasing the fuck out of you, and seeing the marks he made the night before bruise into a deep shade of purple. it’s a beautiful sight to him

∴ if someone points out the love marks on your neck, the both of you will immediately flush red. completely embarrassed by the call out, but deep down, hawks liked it..

∴ he liked the “thrill” of other people knowing how much he enjoys marking whats his, although it’s still not necessarily as a possessive thing

∴ it’s really going to get harder and harder for you to hide the marks he gives you

dabi

∴ y’all should’ve saw this coming...

∴ he will use his quirk. no ifs, ands, or buts...

∴ obviously he won’t kill you, but he just likes seeing you in a little pain and enjoys seeing the marks of the night prior adorning your beautiful skin

∴ it’s literally like an art to him, although this will happen while the two of you are giving each other some form of pleasure

∴ his favorite time to do it is when he’s eating you out... oh god.

∴ he’ll have his tounge inside of your cunt, massaging your insides while his hands are pushing your thighs apart. he’ll slightly burn his handprint into your thigh, effectively marking you.

∴ your yelps mix in with your moans as the pain mixes in with the pleasure he’s giving you as his hand travels to your clit, rubbing it with the intent of getting you off

∴ “oh be quiet, we both know you like it.”

∴ lawd have merthy i’m bout to bussssst

∴ lots of degradation but sooo much praise during aftercare i promise. he’ll have a complete turn around once you guys are tired out

∴ definitely bites you just to see the red teeth imprint that he leaves behind, and just like hawks he just loves to see your body covered in his work

∴ but unlike hawks, dabi is possessive as hell

∴ he marks you to show others who you belong to, more importantly to show the league who you belong to.

∴ even if you guys aren’t fucking, dabi will mark you once his old marks start fading

∴ both for his pleasure, and because he knows how much you love how possessive he can get

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tags: @dnarez

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tooru oikawa

drabbles

smut ♡︎~

hard dom drabble // summary: wreck less thoughts about hard dom tooru.