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i love the concept of black readers. i love black ocs in fanfiction. i love that there's just some mini spaces for black fans. too much anti-blackness, white-centering, white favorism and lack of care for black fans in fanfiction and fandoms. there's always so little of xblk!readers or blk ocs but i'm so comforted by the fact that there is some readers, ocs, and people i can relate too.

i love that there's so much more people than i thought that don't just relate to me when it comes to culture, but relates to me when it comes to the awareness of fandom and fanfiction anti-black issues.

which is why its always sad bae hours when you realize there's no xblk!reader fics in your fandom, no fics with any black!ocs in your fandom, no black!reader various-fandom collections with your fandom in it, or even barely any black writers in your fandom.

and even when you're the people doing pumping out content for black readers and/or make safe spaces for black fans, it can get so lonely knowing you're one of the only ones.

if that's what happen to you; i hear you loud and clear hun. currently going through that as well. just know there's other black fans that relate to you. the struggles are real but you'll get through it, maybe, eventually. and even if you don't, its okay.

Shout out to all the black fans with no reader fics you'll relate to.

Shout out to all the black fans that keep pushing through the anti-blackness and lack of care for them in the fandom.

Shout out to all the black fans that write xblackreader fics or black oc fics nobody else in your fandom ever does.

Shout out to all the black fans that have no space for other black fans in their fandom.

Shout out to all the black writers or fans that gave up in looking for content for them to relate to, or gave up in creating black!oc or black!reader fanfiction for the sake of themselves and/or others can relate to; you've done well, you deserve as much credit as black fans that currently contribute to black representation in fandoms. you didn't give up, you were tired. and that's okay.

Shout out to all the black fans that moved to another fandom because of the lack of black spaces, black fans or black writers. It's always so tiring and disappointing knowing your old fandom have none of what your new fandom has; but at least in your new fandom you may feel more appreciated and accepted.

black fans and writers deserve to be respected and appreciated.

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Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

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Happy Black History 🤎

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MEGAN THEE STALLION (& TINA SNOW) HISS, 2024

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🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

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SPN/Supernatural Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Best Present - Dean and Sam give the reader her Christmas present.

Dean Winchester

Best Present - Dean and Sam give the reader her Christmas present.

Mr. Too Attractive - The reader meets a mysterious stranger at the bar that she nicknames 'Mr. Too Attractive.' *REQUESTED*

Alright - Dean offers to make the reader squirt for the first time. *REQUESTED*

Castiel

none yet

More to Come...

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The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson

none yet

Elijah Mikaelson

Birthday - The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

Birthday Boy (Part 2) - Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

More to Come...

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Marvel/MCU Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

none yet

Brunhilde/Valkyrie

My King - Brunhilde gives reader the attention that they crave.

Shuri/Black Panther

Watching a "Movie" - Shuri and the reader have a fun sleepover. 

Yes, My Queen - Shuri gives you your gift for Valentine's day.

More - The reader needs one more from Shuri.

M'Baku

Who Do You Want? - M'Baku teaches a Jabari guard a lesson about who you belong to.

Namor

Let Him Please - Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.

Attuma

Let Him Please - Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

none yet

Bruce Banner

Why Me? - The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

Jessica Jones

What a Bitch - The reader is horny and wants to get attention from Jessica.

Frank Castle/Punisher

Meal - No Summary

Let It Out On Me - Frank comes home mad and frustrated and needs to let it out on something. The reader decides to volunteer theirself to let Frank let out his frustrations on.

She's Just a Fan - Frank doesn't like how much of a fan you are of Daredevil.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Baby Boy - After breaking a promise to (Y/N), Matt must be punished.

Relax - You help Matt relax.

More to Come...

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Initiation

Summary: Negan has to initiate you into the Inner Circle.

(The reader is 18+ and is AFAB. The ethnicity/race is preferably black/person of color.)

(Content Warning: I guess it would be dub-con, missionary, P in V, dirty talk, crying, multiple orgasms, squirting)

You bit your lip trying to contain the scream you wanted to let out as you felt Negan push his way deeper into you, your walls already feeling like they were straining around him and this only just began. You could feel a tear begin to run down your face at the feel of him, a bit of pain and pleasure mixed in together. This needs to be done, you told yourself. The Inner Circle will protect me and I can protect the sanctuary.

"My dick's barely in and you're already bout to cry," he said, voice and face full of smugness at having you like this. He would love to laugh out loud at your face, how your eyes were wide with pleasure and beginning to tear up at the stretch he's making, but he decided to keep it in, just to be nice.

Finally making this pussy mine, he thought, taking a deep breath, before grabbing a tight hold of your thighs, and forcefully pushing the rest of his member into your hole. There was slight resistance, but he pushed his way through, briefly closing his eyes at how tight your walls were hugging him, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of lust as they looked down at you.

"Oh fuck!" you yelled out, your arms shooting out to push him slightly away, but before your fingertips could touch him, he let go of one of your legs and hit your hand away with a slight snarl on his face. It was no longer feeling like a stretch and felt more like he was slowly tearing you open, but for some reason, you could feel yourself grow wetter and wetter around him by the second.

"I warned you my dick was big. Don't act surprised now." He slowly pulled out till only the head was left inside and when he saw your wetness covering most of him, he pushed back inside with less resistance.

"Negan!" you moaned out, feeling his dick hit a part of you that until now you had no clue existed or could be touched. "Fuck, Negan, wait a second, please-"

You wanted to take a second to breathe and gather your thoughts, cause you could already see that Negan had barely done anything and you were close to losing your mind, but Negan ignored your request and began fucking you like the animal he warned you he was.

This is just special Savior initiation. That's what he told you. To be in the Inner Circle means to do what he says.

"Shit," he grunted, his green eyes glued to the sight of his dick fucking you over and over, your juices covering more and more of his length, no more resistance to him. He could see and feel your legs begin to shake the more he fucked you and the more sadistic, crazy side of him that he showed to the people of the sanctuary began to rear its head, and he wondered if he could have you running from him.

"N-Negan," you whimpered, your eyes were beginning to roll and stay stuck to the back of your head at how his dick kept stretching and hitting that special spot inside you. "Plea-Please, Negan." You didn't even know what you were pleading with him for, but you knew that you wanted him to do something, the thoughts in your head already became jumbled at how good his dick felt.

"Please what, sweetie" he asked, smiling at the fucked-out bliss upon your face. "You want to cum, baby. You can cum as much as you want. I'm still gonna fuck the shit outta you."

At the profanity coming out of his mouth, you couldn't control the sudden burning wave of pleasure that overcame your body and you yelled out as you came hard around him, covering his length in your cum.

"Good, baby, good. Cum as hard as you fucking want." You could barely hear his words over the slight ringing in your ear, your mind in a haze of absolute pleasure.

"Oh my God," you cried, tears running down your cheeks as you felt his dick hitting your spot harder than before, feeling the coldness of the meeting room table rubbing harshly against your back as he fucked you. You had never felt your body get this overstimulated before and you weren't sure if you could handle so much of it. "Please, Negan...Too much, too much." You tried to lift your body up and push his body away again, but he wouldn't stop fucking you and tightened his hold on you.

"You wanna be in the Inner Circle, you gotta learn how to take my dick." He sped up his thrusts, his dick abusing your pussy with passion.

You didn't think he could go any deeper than before, but suddenly he hit a part of you that hurt and at the same time felt so good that your body jumped up and began backing away from him.

"Nope. Get back here, honey." He tightened his hold on you and pulled you back, before you could get too far away. "You're gonna cum again. Right fucking now." You were about to push him away again, but he already began fucking you again, moving your body up and down on his dick.

"Negan!" you screamed as the burning wave came back again, but this time it was so intense that you had more tears running down your face, and your body began shaking from the intensity of it. Your legs were trying to shake out of his grip, but Negan had a tight hold on you still.

"When I tell you to take it, you fucking take it," you heard him tell you before suddenly feeling his hand leave your one of your legs and move down to rub your clit in small circles.

"Fuck! Fuck!" you yelled, kicking away from him, successfully escaping his dick, and hoping you wouldn't come again, but you were too late, and as soon as his head left your poor pussy, you squirted liquid onto the metal table, making a small puddle between you both. It felt too good and too strong that for a second, your vision was beginning to become spotty and blurry, and you had to take deep breaths to slow your heart rate down and the trembling in your body.

"Well shit," he said, looking down at the puddle, his voice full of smugness. "I'm gonna need Dwight-y boy to clean this up."

You didn't answer him, your mind and body was too worn out and tired, and you were still shaking from the intensity of your orgasms.

"Hey baby, come here," he told you and you looked to him to find his hand wrapped around his dick, which was still incredibly hard and looked ready to bust any minute.

You hesitated for a second and looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he'd take pity on you, but that hope quickly disappeared at seeing the sternness of his face.

"On your knees."

At his demand, you slowly crawled off the table, your limbs feeling extremely heavy and sore. You already knew what he wanted from you, so you silently followed his demand and got down on your knees. He didn't have to tell you the next demands as you already leaned your head back, your tired and teary eyes looking up at him, and opened your mouth with your tongue sticking out.

Observing the obedience you showed to him made him even harder and he quickly began stroking himself, his eyes focusing on the sight of your tongue waiting patiently for his cum.

"Being in the Inner Circle means you will take my dick whenever I want you too," he told you, fucking his hand harder to thought of having you on his knees every night. "Every hole in that body belongs to me now." Sweat began to run down his forehead as he felt himself on the precipice. "When I tell you to cum, you fucking cum. When I tell you to swallow, you fucking swallow."

Grabbing your face with one hand, he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue and jerked himself harder.

"Now fucking swallow," he told you and with that, ropes of cum came spurting out of his dick and onto your tongue, some going down your throat which you instantly swallowed, and some landing on your upper lip.

"Welcome to the Inner Circle, sweetheart," he told you, smiling down tiredly at you.

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The Drive-In

Summary: You should have known Stu and Billy would not behave.

(The reader is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Voyeurism, Car sex, Poly-relationship, threesome, P in V, multiple orgasms, crying, overstimulation, slight dirty talk, creampie)

It was such a cliche thing to do. To fuck your boyfriend (or boyfriends) in the car while watching a drive-in movie, but they're the ones who started it. You knew that it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie with both of them in a small space, but they had promised that they would behave themselves. You had barely made it to the middle of the movie before feeling Billy's hand creeping up your thigh, and the smirk that grew on his face at the moment told you all you needed to know.

"Come on, baby," Billy grunted in your ear, his hands tightening on your ass cheeks as you continued to bounce up and down on him harder, your walls hugging his thick cock tightly. Your head was laying on his shoulder, strength completely gone at the feel of his dick stretching you open. Despite you taking him plenty of times before, Billy's thickness always caught you off guard and almost knocked the wind out of you. "You can do better than that." He lifted his hips and thrusted up into you, making you let out a loud whine that filled the small space of the car.

The chuckle he let out already made you embarrassed and wetter around him, but the sound of Stu's giggle from the backseat made the warmth in your cheeks and between your legs grow.

"How wet are they this time?" He asked, his breathing heavy. You didn't have to look over Billy's shoulder to know that Stu was jerking off. You could just feel his giddiness of wanting to fuck you radiating from him. Besides the sounds you and Billy were making, you could hear Stu's hand vigorously going up and down his dick and the small moans he was trying to muffle. The feel of Billy inside you and the sound of Stu's moans only made your wetness worse.

"Fucking soaked," Billy answered, holding tightly onto you and fucking you faster.

"Oh God," you whimpered into his shoulder, the little strength you did have to bounce on his dick was gone, and you just laid there and let him fuck into you, his dick stretching you more and more with each thrust.

"You gonna cum for me," he asked, keeping one of his hands on you while he wrapped his arm around your middle, practically pressing you against him.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted into his shoulder, your mind so far gone in pleasure that the word 'yes' was all you could think of besides his name. You brought your hands up to the headrest of the seat and held onto it. You could feel the warmth inside yourself get hotter and hotter, and suddenly the strength that he fucked out of you was suddenly back, and you began bouncing up and down his cock again, desperate to feel your release.

"You're such a good slut for me," he whispered into your ear, his thighs meeting yours with each bounce you made, the sound of your skins slapping against each other loud in the car, almost drowning the sounds Stu was making. "Cum around my dick like the desperate slut you are."

His words made you grip the headrest harder and like the good slut that he called you, you follow his command and came hard around him, your walls squeezing him, wanting him to cum inside you as well.

"Fuck," he suddenly yelled, cumming hard as well. Just like how his thickness took your breath away, your tightness always seemed to make him and Stu lose theirs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered over and over, still thrusting up into you, fucking his cum deeper inside you. He did this for only a few more seconds, before laying his head back against the car seat, his face sweaty and his whole body tired.

"Pass them to me," you heard Stu tell Billy. You could barely lift your head up from his shoulder and next thing you knew, Billy was carefully lifting you up from his lap, hissing lightly at the feel of him slipping out of you, and helping you move to the backseat to Stu.

When you got back there, Stu, in his usual sweet, but weird way, quickly placed a loving kiss on your lips, before gently laying you back till you were completely flat on your back on the seat, and he lifted his tall body over you, placing one of his arms by your head and used the other to place one of your legs on his shoulder to make more room.

"How ya feeling, baby," he asked you, looking down at you with barely restrained lust. "You ready for me?"

You hummed, nodding your head to him. Even though your mind was still hazy, your pussy was still throbbing, getting wetter by the second, desperate for your other boyfriend's cock inside of it.

"Say it," Billy reminded you, his tired voice showing how much your pussy took out of him.

"Yeah, Stu," you said.

He didn't need to hear much after that, and he quickly pushed inside you, not needing much preparation as you were still wet from your first orgasm and Billy's cum. "Oh Fuck, man," he moaned loudly, not wasting anytime and continuing to push himself deeper and deeper into you until his whole length was inside.

"Oh God, Stu," you cried out, his whole length being too much for your already overstimulated cunt, and suddenly you were cumming around him. Wave after wave of pleasure was washing over you and while this happened Stu began fucking you through it, his dick plunging in and out fast to the feel of your walls sucking him in eagerly.

"(Y/N), you feel amazing," Stu moaned, closing his eyes in bliss. He knew that pushing his whole length into you would likely be too much, but he didn't know it would feel this good. Suddenly he wanted to know how many times he could make you cum by the time the movie ends, and started fucking you faster.

"Fuck, Stu, Stu," you reached up to try to warn him to slow down, but it was already too late and you came around him again, and like last time, he kept fucking you through it. Your moans were even louder and you could feel tears running down your face from the pleasure you were feeling.

"Keep it down," you heard Billy say from the front seat, his voice sounding almost a mile away through your hazed mind. "I'm tryna watch the movie."

Billy boy already gave you one, Stu thought, squeezing the leg resting on his shoulder at the feel of you twitching around him. Let's see how much I can give you.

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He Could Never Understand

Summary: Louis would never understand, Lestat thought. He would not get how addictive you are.

(The reader is gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably of color.)

(Content Warning: missionary, some French talk, P in V)

French Translation:

Mon Amour - My love

Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi - You belong to me. And only me.

Ange - Angel

Louis could never know, Lestat reminded himself as he lowered his head between your legs, his light eyes glued to your growing wetness. He had barely touched you and you were already beginning to drip onto your bedsheets. All day he had been thinking about tasting your sweetness again, and finally he was going to.

Louis mustn't know, he told himself, leaning forward and slowly running his tongue up your center, savoring the juice that was flowing from you. Groaning at the taste, he closed eyes before closing his lips around your clit, already swollen from just being looked at, and lightly sucked on the pleasure bud.

"Lestat," you moaned lightly, gripping the bedsheets.

Opening his eyes, he brought a finger to your entrance, inserting it in with no trouble and quickly curled it, knowing it would make you moan louder.

"Oh," you let out, before letting go of the bedsheet and placing your hand over your mouth.

Pushing another finger in, he sucked harder on your bud, moaning at the feel of your juices beginning to run down his hand.

Louis would never understand, he told himself, curling his fingers harder inside you, rubbing against that spongy spot that he knew would have you rolling your eyes and crying out in need.

"Lestat," you whispered, your voice sounding weak behind your hand, hoping to not wake anyone in your home. "Please."

"I want it," he told you as he's told you every night before this one and will tell you every night after.

"Okay," you said, as you have said every night before this one and will say every night after. You opened your legs wider for him, eager to feel him inside you again.

At your agreeance, he placed a soft loving kiss on your clit, like he'd done every other night, and slowly pulled his fingers from inside you, a small rumble going through him at the sight of your slick on his fingers. He quickly brought them to his mouth to suck on then undid his pants, sliding them down to the floor, before crawling onto the bed, over your body till you and him were eye to eye.

"Will it always be mine," Lestat asked you, lowering his head closer to yours, your lips almost touching each other. You could feel him positioning his member at your entrance, the head lightly teasing you.

He asked you this every time he came to visit you, and like every other time, your answer was the same: "Always yours and only yours." And with that, he entered you, your cunt welcoming him in with little resistance. As usual, he didn't care whether or not your family came into the room and moaned loudly at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, while you tried to keep your hardest to keep your voice down. Even though it had only been a few days, since last time he was in you, it felt like it had been ages since he last felt the sweet warmth of your inner walls squeezing his cock. Louis would never get it, he told himself, sinking himself deeper into you, until he finally bottomed out.

"Mon amour," He moaned, closing his eyes, enjoying the way you clenched around him at the endearment, more wetness flooding around him. You both knew he didn't mean it and that his actual 'amour' was between your legs.

As usual he waited a second, making sure you were comfortable before he slowly pulled out, then thrust back in, forcing a loud moan to escape your mouth.

You both knew this was wrong and you knew it shouldn't go on any longer (shouldn't have even begun in the first place), but there was something that kept pulling yourselves to one another. Louis and Claudia thought that Antoinette was his only mistress, but he also had you. He didn't consider you a mistress though, more like a secret love of his that unlike Antoinette, he would never get tired of.

To you, Lestat was the toxic evil thing that your family had warned you to stay away from. The type of company that they feared would corrupt you, and they had been right. They had arranged many suitors for you, ready to marry you off, but each one, you turned down. They didn't know that at night, the real suitor, the one who eagerly came through your bedroom window to talk and regularly rearrange your guts, was the reason for your refusals. You tried to explain to him that at some point you will have to accept an offer, but Lestat had told you that if you did, you would still belong to him, and you would not be allowed to have sex with whoever you chose.

I'm not fond of sharing, he had told you.

Even as he fucks you into the bed, his cock plunging deep within you over and over, you could see a certain type of fondness mixed with possessiveness in his eyes. He even fucked you like he was staking some claim on you. With every gasp and squeak he fucked out of you, his cock grazed that same spongy spot inside you, making the already burning fire inside you get hotter and hotter.

"Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi." He repeated that same phrase with every thrust the closer he got. You've asked him before what it meant, but he told you that it wasn't important.

"Oh God, Lestat," You whimpered, spreading your legs wider and raising them higher till they sat on his shoulders so he could fuck you harder, which he quickly did. You didn't have to look down to know that you were beginning to make more of a mess on the sheets, even with your human ears, you could hear it clearly. Looking up at him, you saw one side of his mouth curl up in a type of snarl and you knew that he could hear it too, probably even smell it.

"Let go for me, ange," he demanded of you, lowering his head to place a kiss between your eyes, the action being a deep contrast with how roughly he was fucking you. "Let go for me."

Closing your eyes, you felt his cock hit your spot one more time, triggering a wave of euphoria going through your body so strong that you couldn't help the loud cry that you let out. So loud was your cry that even Lestat had to place his hand over yours help to muffle you. You knew that he didn't care about being too loud, but he only did it for your sake.

"Good, ange, good," he told you, still continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, his eyes almost closing at the wonderful fluttering of your walls around his cock, your juices flooding him.

It was something about you, he thought, speeding up his thrusts, your wetness and tightness finally bringing him to his orgasm. Something about you was so incredibly addictive that he couldn't let go of it, of you. At least not until he made you cum at least three more times and he came inside you a couple of more times as well.

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Why Me?

Summary: The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: blowjob, oral sex, male receiving, slight dirty talk, slight sub-Bruce)

"You should relax, Dr. Banner."

"You're always so tense, doctor. I can help with that."

"Maybe the Hulk wants you to have some fun."

At the feel of your warm tongue running over the head of his cock, Bruce thought over the things you had said to him before this night. Of course at the time, he didn't realize you were constantly making suggestions to him, his focus always on his lab work. But now, lightly shuddering at feeling the tip of your tongue run against the slit in his tip, he felt incredibly stupid to not notice them sooner.

"Mmmm," you hummed, sliding his member into your mouth, instantly the salty taste of him on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his lab chair, his legs shaking.

"How ya feeling, Doctor? Still tense?" you slipped him out of your mouth and asked him. You wrapped your hand around him and held him firmly, grinning up at the sight of the anxious scientist before you.

For a while you had been trying to get his attention, wanting so badly to have him writhing in pleasure and finally have him be able to relax. Tonight was gonna be your last night of trying to catch his attention and if he didn't catch on yet, you were planning on moving on, but it seems that the universe had finally decided to do you a favor, and Bruce finally noticed you.

Now looking at him, you just wanted to rip all his clothes off and ride the fuck out of him. His lab coat was spread open, the first couple buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and some of the hair on his chest was showing, his glasses askew upon his face, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. Be patient, you told yourself, wanting so badly to hear him moan your name.

"Y-yeah,...n-no," he quickly changed his answer, trying to keep control of his mind and his urge to thrust into your hand. "Uh, (Y/N)-"

"Bruuuce," you cooed at him, beginning to slowly jerk him off, the saliva from your mouth making it easy. "Just relax for me, sweetie."

Easier said than done, he thought, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of your hand jerking him off. He knew that agreeing to this was risky, worrying that the big guy would appear at any moment, but he couldn't turn down the opportunity to have you, of all people, on your knees, ready to have his dick in your mouth.

"Please," he begged. He didn't have to say what he was begging for because you already knew and by the time, he opened his mouth, ready to say something else, your lips were wrapped around his member again.

"Mmm," you moaned around him, loving the salty taste of him on your tongue. Lowering your head, you relaxed your jaw and throat to take him deep into your mouth till your lips stopped halfway down his cock. When you felt that you couldn't fit anymore of him in, you let the saliva from your mouth run down his length before wrapping both of your hands around the rest of him. Bobbing your head and stroking him, you couldn't control the moans escaping your mouth and traveling to him. You had been fantasizing about this for so long and now you couldn't be happier to feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Bruce tried to remind himself this as he tried and failed to keep his lower half from lifting itself up from the chair and attempting to fuck your sweet mouth. He could feel his heart rate picking up and he worried that the other guy might make an appearance at the worst time.

"Shit, (Y/N)," Bruce groaned, letting his head fall back onto his lab chair while clenching the armrests tightly. "S-Slow down, please."

Your response to this request from him was simply bobbing your head faster, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting drool run out of your mouth and down his cock, helping you stroke him faster.

You didn't need to look up to know that the skin on his knuckles were probably turning green by how tightly he was holding the armrests and you wondered how long they would last before they completely broke off from the chair.

It's been so long. I'm not gonna last. He realized. The last time he had any type of sexual interaction was years, before the appearance of Hulk. After him, he never thought he'd ever get a chance to touch another person this way again.

"Bruuuce," you said, pulling your mouth away from him, but still stroking him. You looked up at him and couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face at seeing his head laid all the way back, holding onto the armrests for dear life.

"(Y/N)," he moaned your name again, hearing you call his name and forcing his eyes to open, and when they finally did, he instantly regretted it. The sight below him almost made him cum right then and there, but thanks to his years of perfecting control over the big guy, he held himself back from cumming too early. Seeing your (E/C) eyes look up at him, hazy and full of lust, your mouth and chin shining from the saliva on his dick, and the string of it hanging loosely from your bottom lip and his tip was almost too much for the poor scientist who had thought he would be living a life of celibacy because of his condition.

"How ya feel, Dr. Banner? You relaxed yet?" Your smirk grew wider, feeling his dick grow harder in your hands at you taunting him.

"Y-yes, yes, I am," he replied back, his eyes barely open as he tried to hold himself off from cumming, but your words were too much. "Please, (Y/N)."

"What is it," you asked, your voice changing to a lighter, more innocent tone despite what you were currently doing. "Bruce, what is it?"

"Aah," He moaned loudly, straining to control himself, his mind almost completely lost to lust. "I'm-I'm close t-to-"

"Close to cumming," you finished his statement, slightly tightening your grip and quickening your strokes. You could practically feel the cum waiting to burst from him. "You wanna cum?"

He couldn't find it in himself to open his mouth to speak, and simply nodded his head.

"Tell me. You wanna bust a nut on my face or in my mouth?"

"Oh God," he whimpered, lifting his hips to fuck your hands, his desperation evident.

"I'm fine with either one," you told him before lowering your head down to swallow his dick again, moaning at his hardness, and wiggling your tongue against the underside of him.

At that moment, Bruce couldn't handle it anymore, and before he knew it, his cum came spurting out of him in long, white, salty ropes down your throat to which you gladly accepted swallowing as much of it as you could.

If seeing you on your knees for him was already too much, watching you through half open eyes, gobbling and swallowing his cum was too overwhelming and he had to force his hand to let go of his armrest and use it to lightly push your head away.

"Shit, shit. Stop." He could feel himself becoming overstimulated, and knew without a doubt that if he got anymore stimulated, the big guy would definitely show up.

You didn't move at first, happily slurping up everything he offered and more, before deciding he had enough. You lifted your head from him and took a breath, wiping some of the spit from your face and gathering any cum that escaped from your mouth onto your fingers.

"Why," he asked, trying to catch his breath, and attempt to lower his heart rate back down. "Why...me?"

"What do you mean 'why you'," you asked, putting your cum-covered fingers in your mouth and sucking it off.

Seeing you do this, he had to take a second to calm himself down, before responding. "I mean...why out of all the guys in this building, you chose me? Why not Tony, Steve, Sam, Thor? Why me?"

The way he asked that made your heart almost break and suddenly the urge to fuck him grew tremendously stronger, wanting to give this man as much pleasure as you could.

"I don't want Tony or Steve or any of the others. Just you, Bruce. I like you. I think you're hot."

"Yeah, but," he sat up in the chair and straightened himself, his usual shyness coming back over him. "But why me? Why do you like me? The guy that has a big green rage monster in him."

"Because I think it's hot how smart, sweet, caring, and shy you are, Bruce." As you told him this, you stood up from the lab floor, wincing at the small ache in your knees and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. "I've liked you for a while. And if you just want this to be a one time thing, I'm cool with that. But I also want us to be something." You knew that one of the reasons the scientist tended to distance himself from the others was not just because of his shy nature, but also because of his worry of how he, the team, and others viewed him and his second half. He saw his second half as a monstrous nuisance and thought that the team might as well, but you knew that was wrong and you want to show him that you view him as more than the Hulk, and as Bruce Banner.

"I can control him most times, but every now and then, he wants out and it's hard to put him back in," he warned you, placing his hands on your hips.

"That's fine. We'll handle it together." You laid a gentle kiss upon his lips, aware that he still has to calm his heart down from your blowjob. He didn't say anything else and kissed you back with a surprising amount of vigor that seemed to make the fire in between your legs burn stronger.

"You know we have to be careful in the future when it comes to...this," he pulled away and warned you.

"We will and we will have a lot of fun, too," you told him, going back to kissing him. Even though, you two had just made it official, you were already thinking of the many things you wanted to do to this man, and unbeknownst to you, Bruce was thinking of the many positions he could put you in by the end of the night, how to not risk the big guy coming out while doing so.

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WIP Wednesday ( well, it's Friday but--) tagged by @sehtoast 💓

Rape/Non-con Elements ×Creampie ×Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot ×Forced Orgasm ×Kidnapping ×Breeding ×Vaginal Sex ×Minor Character Death

Homelander catches his meal for the day.

This isn't what you expected would happen today. You were supposed to just help your friend rob a bank, drive the getaway car, and split the cash even. No one would get hurt, and they said it'd just be one time. You weren't a criminal. You were just some student with loans piled up above their head. Drowning.

But as you lay on the ground with The Homelander's cock crashing back and forth into your sore, thrice filled over come filled pussy staring with glazed eyes at the torn apart body of your partner that sit dead eyed against a stained dumpster, do you begin to think how lucky they were not to be his type.

"Ohh...Fuck, you're still so tight. Feels so fuckin' good. Feels good for you too, huh? I can feel you clenching around my cock still. Not tired yet? I'll give you as much as you need." His voice is tight, a moan just behind his words as his hot, heavy balls repeatedly wetly smack against your sore, overworked cunny, slathered in your combined fluids, dripping and plump with another fresh load cooked up just for you.

It was easy to get his hands on you-- the other one was fucking ugly, revolting, smelled like hamburger grease and piss. He killed them immediately, lasering their body in half after they took advantage of your slip; you tripped on your feet. It was cute, funny watching you go down face first, hot when he saw you on your knees, ass up and moaning in pain.

You didn't expect this-- feeling his cock filling you, hardly leaving your pussy when he knocks back into you; Homelander's holding back for your sake. He doesn't want to kill you while he's having his way. He just wants to pump you full, feel his cock plunge through your gumy walls, and revel in the wet noises your cream filled cunt makes with each rock of his hips. You feel amazing just as much as you deserve this for being so bad. Yeah, he could've gave you the same old cheesy, grandiose spiel he'd give any criminal he'd spare before having them wheeled off to a barred, stony cell for days, months, or years.

But no, you get something better, you get him. You should be thankful. Instead of imprisonment in a safe place away from prying, glowing, dilated eyes, and steely hands that hold your waist so you can't escape with any ounce of strength you have left; you just take him. Drooling lips trembling as you huff against dirty concrete that drags against your damp cheek and catches your lips when you turn your head forward just to try to see if anyone will see what's happening and try to save you or get help. But the streets are scarce on this side of town in Mott Haven and the few that walk them only look ahead or peer down into their phones, willingly deaf to your labored breathes and sharp, squeaky whines when he burrows himself too deep, too rough.

How could this fucking bastard call himself a hero-- he wasn't a hero. The leader of the Seven, the most beloved hero in America. The upstanding savior of it's citizens' narrow hips collided with your bare, bruised ass cheeks seemingly within an inch of restraint or mercy. Homelander hardly slowed down for a minute as he forced his thick, vulgar cock inside you, making an utter mess of your insides for the better part of thirty fucking minutes already. He was on you so fast after your fall that you couldn't even process what was happening to you, brain slow to catch up with sound of your clothes being torn and ripped from your body, the distinct sound of ripping threads buzzing in your ears with his throaty, giddy little chuckles. 

Why couldn't someone come and just hurry you up to jail? You prayed that another hero would come, anyone, even if you're seen like this. You'd take anything for a fucking break. You just wanted to get away from this feral, insane monster masquerading as America's golden boy.

"I've been gone from the scene alittle too long." Homelander chuckles, breathlessly, rutting into your syrupy softness with frenzied exhilaration. His gloved fingers kept you effectively anchored to his groin as he continued to gush away into your resistless, utter conquered pussy. He doesn't remember how many times he's cum inside you already. He thinks two or maybe three? 

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