#Black Girl Reader

[neasoxi]

Books and cats.

[theereina]

[artemisthewh0re]

New smut is going to have these elements!!!

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virgin!Megumi

A/N: Who has time to fuck when they're too busy kickin ass? Also.. Kinda went overboard on this one. Was trying to keep it pg-13, maybe get to a lil nc-17 but ended with straight porn! 🤣🤣

virgin!Megumi isn't really sure how this happened.. He's not blind to the opposite sex. Knows what women think of him, how they stare when he walks by; easily notices his female teammates eye-fucking him as they spar. So why the fuck hasn't he gotten his dick wet yet? Well.. Unfortunately for them, he's more interested in how you see him. "Lookin good, Gumi. Such a fuckin tease, know that? When you gone let me hit?" You whisper in his ear, giggling and smackin his ass when you walk by during his match. 'What. The. Entire. Fuck.' He thinks, gaze fixed on your cute lil wink and sway of your curvy hips. Your beautiful body is unmatched to him, makes him lose focus as he watches you walk away. Can't really be blamed for the way he stares, cheeks warm from your public teasing. It's not his fault he ends up face down in the ground while Yuji does a spit-take, clutching his sides laughing at how Megumi groans and coughs out a mouth full of dirt. "Dude! Never turn your back on your opponent." "No shit, Itadori!" He's half hard and embarrassed as shit right now thanks to you.

virgin!Megumi knows that your lil show of dominance was actually pretty tame- considering your usual antics. He's 100% sure you know about his little predicament and use it to your advantage any chance you get. "Oh what the fuck!" Megumi's shout pulls you downstairs to see what the hells goin on. He looks so cute: got your flower apron on, kitchen towel on his shoulder as he struggles opening a can with damp fingers. "Awww, my poor baby havin some trouble?" You chuckle at him, taking the jar poppin it open with ease, and set it on the counter. "No, it's cause- well obviously I could've done that myself! My hands.. It's just cause my fingers are wet." He sputters but you don't bother payin attention. You're slinkin up to his fine ass, nosing into his pale throat, peckin slow sweet kisses. "Mmm, Gumi. Taste so good. Wonder where else you taste good.." Oh, how he's so willing to let you find out. Your body presses into his side, perky brown titties pushing against his arm, adoring how he immediately comes undone for you. His head tilts as he whines your name, hips jerking as you lick at his skin. "So needy already. Poor thing. Only takes a kiss to your pretty throat.. Now you're ready to buss a big nut for me, huh baby?" He's nodding before you can get the question out. What a goddamn sight.. Megumi holding tight at your waist, dick tenting deliciously as he humps into the air. Fuck, he'd kill every curse on earth just to feel your dainty fingers wrap around him. Why does it always feel so dam amazing when you've barely touched him? "Know what would feel soooo good, princess? If you cum for me, right here- right now." More pretty moans before he gives you an unintelligible "N-not a princess." You smirk, hand creepin up to yank his head back by a fist full of his dark hair and grace him with one last harsh nip. He sounds so pretty when he gives you a loud whiny "Fuck!" Your too fuckin estatic to witness Megumi's eager sounds, pretty face pinched up as shivers run throughout his perfect athletic body. All of his reactions only for you.. So you palm down his thick clothed cock once as a reward. His whimpers are so fuckin pathetic, that paired with the cum stain quickly spreading across the fat bulge in his pants. "Seriously, Megumi?" you laugh heartily, slapping his toned ass once and heading back upstairs. Your boyfriend gazes at your exit with glazed eyes before thumping his head back into the cupboard to stare at the ceiling. "Fuckin woman's gonna be the death of me." He mutters under his breath as shame creeps in once again.

virgin!Megumi loves when you give him lessons on how to please you. As much as he's dying to cram his dick into you, he thinks learning how to make you feel good is so much more important. So Megumi sits on his knees, naked from the waist down on the floor by the foot of the bed; cock harder than it's ever been as he gives himself quick sloppy strokes. He's absolutely engrossed with your fingers playing between your thick cocoa thighs. Bright white teeth clench together at the sight, trapping his dark blue t-shirt in-between. "Y/n, come closer. Please! Wanna see you up close." Words muffled but hopin you understand. You're so preoccupied with the pleasure, eyes closed as you scoot to the edge of the bed to give him a better view of your nude body. You pick up the pace of the 2 fingers slippin in and out of your tight gushy hole. The sounds of your lil puss fill the room, adding to the slaps of his handjob and both of your heavy pants. "Fuuuuck, love when you watch me play with my pussy. Mmm, yeeesss- so good! You like it t-too, right Gumi?" The breathless way you say his name has him agreeing before he can process what your asking. It's the fuckin truth anyway. "So damn perfect, y/n. I swear it. Never seen anyone more beautiful." He vows, leaning in close as you bring your other hand down to rub your clit in quick messy circles. "Ahhh! My Go- getting so close baby. Turnin me on so much. Kiss me! Kiss me Gumi, pleeeeease." Megumi's never heard you sound so submissive, so utterly feminine as you get closer to your high. "Okay, honey, okay.." He springs to his feet, snatchin his shirt over his head before caging your sweaty brown body with his. Feels fucking incredible when his body pins yours to the bed, hard dick pokin at your slit. Removing your hands to clutch at his back as the feeling of his dry humpin amps you up. "Fuck, Gumiiii! Dont wanna rush you, jus- ohmyGod! Cant wait anymore, baby. Just the tip, yeah? Please Gumi, just lemme have the tip!" Those rosy lips melt into yours passionately at your earlier request as well as to silence your filthy mouth before you make him nut, but you can barely keep up. Orgasm hittin so viciously, you're doing more moaning than kissing into Megumi's mouth. And boy does he fucking loves it, inhaling each one as he continues to press his mouth over yours. His body slides repeatedly against your own, itchin to give you his cock. The rough pressure on your clit keeps you mindless as your please alternate between "Please, Gumi, please.." and "dick, just the tip.." 'Fuck it.' He thinks, cock slippin clumsily against your hole before he angles just right and forces the head of his dick between your walls. You're insides suffocate him, hug him lovingly as he immediately gives you 3 jerky thrusts that have you wailing. "Thank you baby. Ah, ah, ah! Th-thank you, so fuckin much!" The way you sound, the wet warmth on his cock.. It's all just so damn nerve-wracking, so mind-blowing and he cant take it anymore. A thunderous groan permeates the room before Megumi goes silent, stiff as a board ontop you when he pulls out to pour his nut out all over your pussy lips. Rubbing your hands down your boyfriend's flushed back soothingly as you feel his hot cum cover your cunt, raining drips down your ass crack. Fuck, what a mess. "Good boy, Megumi. Such a good boy for me." You tell him as he gasps into the side of you neck.

[anucalor]

Mutuals (Onyankopon x Black!Reader)

y/n is a little shy. when she moves back home, her friend mika tries to get her out the house. what better way than to meet mutuals?

warnings: none. shy/nervous reader. fluff.

“Y/N, come on, it’s just a small get-together,” Mikasa mumbles. 

Mika and I have been close friends for years – constantly keeping in touch, even after I moved hours away. Due to my parents receiving better opportunities, they decided it would be best to leave what we had known behind. Through the years, we made sure to check on each other. She was there for the significant moments of my life, and I was there for her. Virtually, of course.  

That was when I was eleven. I’m twenty-three now.  

After I graduated from nursing school, I felt like it was best to return home. I made sure a job and apartment were secure before taking off. Mika was the first person to greet me with open arms. It felt good to be in a familiar place again. It felt good to be home. 

Months have passed, and things have slowly begun to fall into place. Unlike Mikasa, I’m content with how my life is now. It’s consistent - a little lonely sometimes, but it’s consistent. Being the observant person she is, she noticed but never pushed the subject. That was until tonight. 

“I could go, or I could just stay home while you go,” I quipped with a tight smile. 

Mika shook her head at me and responded.    

  “Look, you don’t have to go,” she looked at me, “I just thought you could meet my other friends. They’re chill, and I can guarantee they’ll love you.” I sighed. 

It’s difficult having to meet new people. Having to worry about the possibility of embarrassing myself is not something that I want to do – especially in front of Mika’s friends. From what I’ve heard, they’re all outgoing, quick-witted, and bold. Depending on the situation, I can be a complete nervous wreck. I’d hate for that to happen in front of her friends.  

“I dunno.” I tried to downplay how I felt, but she noticed and sighed. 

“Okay, but you know that I wouldn’t put you in a situation you weren’t comfortable with.” 

Of course, I know that. But even though I thought about going home, something told me that meeting them wouldn’t be too bad. 

I sigh, “I know. When are you thinking about leaving?” 

“In about an hour,” she responded after checking her phone. 

“Would they mind if I joined you?” I asked, not wanting to intrude. 

Mika immediately shook her head. “Nah, they already said it was cool.”  I chuckled at the fact that she had already asked before responding. 

“Alright, Mika. I’ll go.” She gave a small smile and picked up her phone. I presumed to let them know that I would be joining.  

I made my way towards the full-body mirror in her bedroom. After feeling like I looked my best, I sat on her bed and nervously scrolled on my phone. I’ve heard plenty of stories about her friends, but I’ve never thought about meeting them – until tonight. 

About an hour later, she sent me the address and we made our way to one of their houses – I think she said Connie was his name. We pulled up to the apartment at the same time and exited our cars, making sure to lock them both. I made sure to straighten out my clothes before walking around to meet Mika. I looked up and noticed a small smirk on her face. I tilted my head. 

“What?” 

“You’re so nervous,” she states obviously. 

I smack my lips, “Naw, ‘m not nervous at all.” 

Mika just chuckles and starts walking to our destination. 

We got to the door and knocked. After a few seconds, a guy opened the door. He had a buzz cut, freckles, and tattoos all on his arms. He was wearing black sweats and a white tee.  

‘Cute,’ I thought to myself.  

“You gon’ move out the way or what, Constance?” Mika asked. 

‘So, this is Connie.’ 

He just smacks his lips and moves to the side. I follow her inside. 

“I just opened the door. Whatchu on?” He scrunched his face a bit. 

“Yeah, yeah. Where is everybody?”  

“Upstairs,” he said, locking the door behind him. He turns to look at me before a small smirk takes over his features. “You Y/N, right?” he asked softly.  

I give a small smile and ‘mhm.’ 

He walks up to me and offers his hand. “Nice to meet you, mama. I’m Connie.” 

I placed my hand in his and softly shook it. “Nice to meet you.”  

Mika immediately interfered.  

“Aht, aht! Connie cut that shit out. Leave her alone.” 

I chuckled and removed my hand from his.  

“Ass always cockblocking.” He started to lead us upstairs. 

“Please, she wouldn’t talk to you no way.” They bickered so much like siblings that I could only laugh. 

Soon we made our way to the large room which held about seven other people. They immediately acknowledged Mika, but some perked up at the new face. 

“That her?” a guy with emerald eyes and his hair in a man bun asked Mikasa. 

Mika hummed, grabbed my hand, and led us to a spot to sit while introducing me to everyone and them to me.  

Sasha, Armin, Eren, Ymir, Historia, Jean, Connie... 

“...and that’s Onyankopon.”  

“You can call me Ony.” 

We made eye contact, and I could feel my heart flutter. He was dark-skinned with tattoos. He had studs and a chain on with grey sweats and a black shirt. He’s gorgeous, but he looks like the type to play around... I looked away and smiled at everyone, feeling a little more nervous than when I walked in. 

~ 

And just like Mika said, everyone was chill. They all caught onto the fact that I’m pretty shy, but it was easy to make conversation with almost everyone. 

Ony had been pretty caught up in either playing the game with Eren, Connie, and Jean or on the phone. I, of course, wasn’t gonna say anything. Maybe he’s just a quiet guy. 

But what I didn’t notice was the way Ony looked at me when I entered the room – the way he bit his lip for a moment before looking away. I didn't notice the way he studied my features when I had sat down beside Mika, or the way he smirked and went back to the game after we made eye contact. 

I didn’t notice those things, but oh, some people did... 

Armin: You good Ony? 

Connie looked down at his phone and chuckled. 

Con: his ass feelin' Y/N he good 

Ony glanced at his phone and furrowed his brows before typing. 

Ony: Aye chill out 

Jean: Is he wrong tho? 

Eren: Jean stfu and take this L 

Ony: Bruh thank you 

Eren: I didn’t say he was wrong. Speak up 

Ony rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the game, but the sound of a pretty laugh caused him to briefly peer over at me. Connie chuckled. 

  “Damn. You down bad already,” he teased. Ony just shook his head, focusing back on the game. 

After some time, Mika, Ymir, and I stood up.  

    “’m finna get a drink. Y’all want some?” Ymir questioned while walking towards the door. Mika and I followed her but turned around to see if anyone wanted anything. Ony sat his controller down and stood up.  

“Ima come.” 

It took me a second to realize how tall he was– a little over 6’2” and built. I caught myself, trying not to let my eyes linger, and walked out of the room. I could feel his presence close behind me and his amazing scent was beginning to take over my senses. ‘Ain’t no way I’m this down bad,’ is all I could think to myself. 

Once we made our way to the kitchen, I decided to chill by the bar stools while the others raided Connie’s pantry. 

“You want anything, mama?” I looked at Ony and realized that he was asking me. 

“Umm, just water is okay,” I responded with a small smile.  

He turned around to grab a water bottle for me and placed it in front of me. Simple act, right? Cool. 

After grabbing all they wanted, Mika and Ymir started to head back upstairs. I started to walk behind them, but I felt a small tug on my arm. All three of us turned around. 

“We’ll be up there ina minute.” 

I turned back to look at them, but they simply smirked. 

“Okay, Onya,” Ymir quipped before going upstairs. Ony smirked and shook his head. 

“You good?” Mika asked softly. I nodded, and she followed behind Ymir. 

Once they were far enough away, I turned towards Ony and tilted my head, confused as to what he wanted. 

“Just wanted to talk to you, pretty girl,” he started. I narrow my eyes at him slightly and hum. 

 He slid his hand from my arm to my hand and led me to the living room. Once we sat down, Ony looked at me and spoke. 

“So, how long have you known Mika?” he started. 

I gave a content smile. “We’ve been friends for years. A little over ten, I think.” 

He hummed and turned his attention towards the blank tv in front of us.  

“And how long have you guys been friends?” I asked while crossing my legs on the couch. He turned back to me before starting. 

“We met in high school. I had just moved and here, and Connie’s big-headed ass kinda forced me to chill wit’ everyone.” 

I smile, “Yeah?” 

He bit his lip and nodded. “Mhm.” 

I looked down trying to contain a smile before continuing the conversation.  

A few minutes were just spent with us trying to get to know each other – from questions about our past to what it’s like to have a friend group like theirs. Every now and then, Ony would slide in little flirtatious comments, but I was oblivious to them all that he just narrowed his eyes slightly upon realization. Soon after, I asked, “So, be forreal. Why’d you wanna talk to me?” 

Ony chuckled and began manspreading slightly.  

“I mean, shit. You couldn’t tell?” A confused look overtook my features, and I shook my head no. He just looked at me before saying, “I just wanted to see if you was fuckin wit someone.” 

I tilted my head. “If I was talking to someone?” He smiled at that and nodded, “Why?” 

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself before responding. “Because I think you’re beautiful, and I’m tryina see whatchu on.” 

I was slightly caught off-guard by how blunt he was but tried not to show it. 

“So, I’m taking this as you don’t have a girl?” I questioned. His gaze went from playful to slightly serious. 

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.” I had to look away for a moment, not being used to this undivided attention he was giving me. Ony furrowed his brows before taking his tattooed hand and gently grabbing my jaw to bring my attention back to him. “Uh-uh, mama. Look at me.” 

I looked at him and bit my lip - a nervous habit. He glanced at my lips before licking his own, removing his hand, and smirking. “Let me take you on a date.”  

Before I could respond, I heard some feet coming down the stairs and looked in that direction. It was Mika, Sasha, and Connie. I smiled towards them, trying to make it seem like I’m not a nervous wreck around this man. Sasha smiled, but Connie and Mika knew what type of time Ony was on. 

“You almost ready to head out, N/N?” Mika questioned. I noticed that she had my purse in her hands, just in case.  

“Yeah, gimme just a minute.” She just nodded and walked towards the kitchen with the two following her.  

I turned my attention back to Ony to see that he had already been watching me with soft eyes.  

“So, whatchu think, pretty girl? You gon’ let me take you out?”  

I thought it over for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, Ony. You can.” 

He licked his bottom lip, trying to contain a smile. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.”  

After we exchanged numbers, we stood up from the couch. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. This was a feeling I could get used to. 

“Ima text you soon, mama. Okay?” he mumbled in my ear. 

“I gotchu,” I tried to contain my smile as we pulled away.  

We both walked to the kitchen where Sasha and Connie were bickering and Mika was just watching, shaking her head. She was the first to see us come in and started to stand up. 

“You ready?”  

I nodded and grabbed my purse from her before turning to the remaining three. 

“It was nice meeting yall,” I expressed softly with a smile.  

“You, too, pretty,” Sasha came up to hug me while whispering, “Make sure you come back, yeah?” 

I hugged her back. “Just let me know when, and I gotchu.” 

Once we made our way outside, Mika immediately asked me what was up with Ony. 

“Well, you should know that Ony doesn’t really fuck around like that,” she stated wholeheartedly. 

I stopped walking and looked at her. “You forreal? Because ion wanna get involved with him and get screwed over.” 

Mika stopped and looked at me with an intense gaze. “The reason I stopped Connie earlier was because I know how he is. Onya won’t do that. Damn near against his character,” she tried to make light of the situation, “Trust when I say, you’re good.” 

I smiled, exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Mika saw the effect her words had on me and hugged me. “Just take it slow. He’ll show you wussup,” was her advice. 

“Say less.” 

We separated from one another and finally made our way towards our cars. Once I got in and shut my door, I started my car and made my way home. After walking inside, I locked the door and went straight to the shower. I stayed in a little longer than intended, thinking about tonight’s events – from meeting new people to getting asked on a date. It all felt fast. Maybe I just needed to sleep.  

I shut off the water and began getting ready for bed. It was almost two in the morning before I laid down and heard a small ‘ping!’ from my phone. I looked over to see that it was Ony who texted.  

Ony: Any plans this Friday, pretty?  

I smile before typing, feeling a little hopeful. I guess we’ll just have to wait till then. 

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ahh. i hope it wasn't too bad. i haven't written anything ina HOT minute. this is a new platform for me. so hopefully it'll be cool. i hope yall enjoy <3 please forgive the mistakes!

[badasmuse]

I’m working on stuff i swear. BUT HEAR ME OUT ON THIS SERIES IM BOUT TO WRITE

Title: unknown rn

Characters: (bebe) Bada, Tatter, Lusher, (jamrep) Kirsten, Latrice, (hook)Aiki, Jiyeon, Odd, (mannequeen) Waackxxxy, Yoonji, Redlic, FunkyY with JamRep!BlackGirl!Reader

Summary: it’s like, they all live in a house (if you’ve ever seen Bad Girls Club/Baddies it’s like that) and there’s a bunch of drama between the teams.

it will be 18+ and the main love interest will be y/n & bada (ofc) but with some twists. pls im writing this series soon. love y’all muah💋

even if y’all don’t like the idea imma still write it😭

[1-800anklebully]

Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

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“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

-----

A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

[muvaginger]

“The Bet”

Boyfriend!SanemiShinazugawaXBlackReader

TW: Cursing, SFW themes & Fluff 🖤

“I’m sorry, will NEVER bitch about how long you take in the bathroom again, baby girl.”

“Mhm” you say while holding back a chuckle. You and Sanemi have been dating for almost a year and this will be the first time he helps you with your hair. From taking down your braids to detangling and prepping it to be washed, this is the most he has ever been hands on and he’s regretting taking you up on doing it himself.

Early that week, he started complaining about how much time you would take in the bathroom when getting ready even though he takes two hours just to shit and after a little bit of back and forth, he challenged you. “I can do your hair in half the time. Ain’t no way it takes you that long.” He scoffs while you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Oh yeah? Bet. This Saturday is my hair day AND our date night. You can do it ALL if you’re so confident.” You retort. “Shit, let’s make this into a bet. I won and prove you wrong, you have to wear that new lingerie that I bout you underneath your dress.” He smirks while imaging you in such attire. “Alright, if I win which I WILL, you’ll have to not just kiss my feet and apologize , you’ll have to do my hair forever.”

He bites the bait, not knowing that this is something you know for certain you will win. And not just that, you know that once he actually sees and goes through the process, he will not just have more knowledge but he will be more understanding towards you. As the rest of the week goes by, you’re not just excited but curious as to what he thinks goes into taking care of your hair. After all, there’s many stereotypes and micro transgressions he’s pricked up in life and you want to see how he reacts to everything.

Saturday rolls around and he’s smitten, thinking that he will surely win this bet. You let him, because the when the realization and hand cramps sets in that smirk on his face will be wiped off. And as expected, it was. He wasn’t just flabbergasted but intrigued into silence. As you directed him on what product to use first and how to apply it to each section of hair, you can see the wheels in his head turning at speeds he didn’t know possible. As he watched you do a section for an example, you couldn’t help but smirk at how regrettable he was at ever challenging you to this and slowly watched him go from frustration to understanding to asking questions.

You were patient with him and during the process encouraging him to continue which greatly helped and when he finally got it right, cheered for him. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know that your praises made him happy, you can see it in his eyes.

By the end, it took a total of four hours to complete your hair and Sanemis hands where hurting more than he has ever experienced. Looking at him in the mirror you crossed your arms and looked at him. “Well?” You say in a taunting manner. “Think you can do this faster than me now?” He stated at your head and then back at you with with a look of disbelief. “Hell no I can’t! I don’t know how you have the patience to do this every week! Then you have to get dressed up afterwards? Fuck no! I wish I would have known sooner I could have help-“

He stops himself realizing that you won the bet and gently pulls your head back to kiss you on the forehead. “Im sorry, princess.” He says while grabbing your favorite bonnet from its designated hanger. He soon leaves and heads to your closet, seeing as part of the bet was to choose your clothes. “I’ll start helping you more.” You nod your head, smiling and rise up from the chair. Ever since, he’s been getting better with doing your hair and now appreciates what you do just to look good for not just yourself, but himself to.

As you watch your boyfriend at your closet a few months later trying to match outfits with you, you chuckle at the memory of his first time and how that little bet made him a more understanding human being.

“Baby girl, you listening to me? Which one do you like?” Sanemi says while holding up the neck ties.

“Hm? Sorry nothing—I like the navy blue better” you answer back while trying to come back from your thoughts.

He smiles and goes ahead and puts it on, ushering you to help him. You both smile at each other and then fix his tie. He softly grabs your chin bends down to kiss your cheek. “Ready for me to take down your wrap?” He asks while loosening the knot in the back. You nod, and you both head back to the bathroom smiling.

“I love you”

“I love you too, baby girl”

[wakandamama]

Routine

Yall been knew I had fallen down The Bear rabbit hole and have YET to climb out. So it was only a matter of time before I drop a Carmy x Sydney fic lol. So here it is! It's a bit of smut, a bit of sneaky around, a bit of character deep dive. A whole bunch of sexual tension, way too may food allegories. This is just a ONESHOT!

Sydney thinks about just how this became routine for her and Carmy.

It may have happened when he and her were the last ones left in the kitchen on a Saturday. Three weeks before the disaster of Pre-Order and the blessing of Tomato Money.

 Sydney’s highschool cousin had begged her to provide some of her family famous crab cakes for a graduation kickback for one of her friends. The friend remembered having them from way back when 18 year-old Sydney still had to babysit them as ever-hungry 10 year olds and never forgot. Honestly, Sydney felt honored that her food made such a lasting memory on a stranger just like Camry had for her-

Anyway, the kickback was at 8 and it was 7:20 and Sydney had just put the last sheet of crabcake from the oven. She called out absentminded goodbyes as Tina’s quiet “Night Jeffes,” and Richie’s brash “Night Cousin” kinda floated behind her.

 As she waited for the batch of paprika-savry crab cakes to bake, she was whipping up a creamy tabasco base sauce to dip them in. Carmy was softly in her space, like usually. He was precious in sharpening all the knives of the kitchen, old school style with a grit stone set, he stood catty-corner to her. His drilling blue eyes didn’t stare directly at her soul but instead to the delicately-deadly curve of the knife. 

For once it was Sydney stuck side eyeing him with a soft focus. Her cooking had come to  a quiet moment of waiting. Waiting for her sauce to set, waiting for the last batch and waiting for the batch before to cool, waiting to taste test.

Camry chuckled when he heard her mutter out a quiet yet frantic “hot hot hot hot” as she let her impatience get the best of her to taste her sauce with the crab cake. He shut up at her moan of delicious pleasure. A soft but throat-y sound of pure satisfied bliss. He practically tasted the seasoning of such a sound in the air and a craving to hear it again and again hit his gut, spreading warmth all over his skin. 

He glanced up from the black grit of the stone to see her all eyes closed, swaying in the taste and her crafted fingers still clutched half of the cake. He took her in further, she was dressed down from her kitchen wear, instead wearing the outfit for the kickback ( - supervising, one last babysitting gig I guess. Because I know those brats are gonna get high off their asses) 

A pair of black jeans that should be illegal on her body, a gray cropped sweatshirt and sneakers that would lead to certain death by slip in a busy kitchen.

 His eyes followed every line of hers like he was seeing the best grain to cut for optimal presentation. The curve of her calf into the curve of her thigh, into the curve of her tempting ass into the concave of her back. His eyes skirt the plane of her stomach onto the lines that made her shapely waist. Over her petite chest to the curve of her lean shoulders that connected to the slope of her neck that was still stretched back in bliss from a euphoric bite of damn good food. 

She moaned over the second bite. Camry licked his lips at the way her lips kiss over the crumbs and speckle of sauce left on her lithe fingertips. Fuck, he wondered how those plump lips of her witty mouth would fe-

Carmy bit back a curse as the grit of stone scraped with a rude sting over the side of his thumb to the heel of his hand. Like some punishment for allowing her to take his attention with one whisper of a sound and to greedily take in her beautiful shape when the fucking knives are dull.

“You good Chef?” Carmy asked. He brushed past her with a light hand on the small of her back to get to the sink. She finally opened her eyes and her nose scrunched cutely in slight embarrassment for moaning like that over a freakin’ bite of crab.  

“Sorry, it's just I haven’t made these in forever. I forgot how good I am at making ‘em. Shit, that probably sounds so conceited.” Sydney chuckled a bit nervously and Carmy shrugged.

“I only eat veal, if I cook it. That fact’s gotten me beat up by Mike once or twice.” he joked. It made Sydney smile. She grabbed another one with a graceful swoop of her wrist; she dipped it and came to his side.

“What do you think?” she asked, excitement in her eyes that Carmy was going to eat something so casual of hers. Carmy licked his lips at her obliviousness, her hands were still busy as he washed them and absently wrapped a bandage around the meat of his thumb. 

But he would never deny a taste test from her. 

Sydney freakin’ squeaked when he leaned his head close and ate the bite from her hand. Her body stiffened as she felt his lips grace off the side of her pointer finger and thumb. She is forced to focus on his working jaw as he chewed over it and gave a hum of pleasure himself. The sound made her bite her own lips, she wondered how such a sound would feel against her throat.

“That’s some amazing sauce Chef. Oughta add it to the menu.” he commented, looking into her eyes once again. Sydney gave a stiled nod that almost brushed their foreheads together. 

“Thanks. It’s- jus-just uhm, well y'know something I’ve perfected since I was a kid. My great uncle taught me how.” She rambled with a shuffled step back. 

“Whoa!” Carmy warned softly. His quick hands grasped her hips and pulled her back to him before she crashed back into the very full trash can. The movement collided her into his chest, his hands slid up to her waist and back to steady them before they ended up on the floor. 

“Uhm.” Sydney whispered as their noses bumped and she was nearly eye to eye with him. 

“Whoa uh-” he muttered back as Sydney’s hands fisted into the front of his shirt. 

It was awkward and exhilarating. 

Certainly, wrong and natural as they both found each other pulling their lips closer. Carmy closed his eyes tightly and Sydney refused to move her grip on his shirt because no-way was this real. Their lips placement is slightly off initially, they taste the same to one another and Sydney is pretty sure her foot is stepping on his.

Their next smack of lips was more of a moment to be connected yet adjusting. Sydney leads them to correct their posture, him leaning down more comfortably, one of her hands leaving his shirt to hold his cheek as their heads shift. Noses bumping once more but the kiss deepened deliciously. They got greedy with one another as they refused to separate for air. 

Sydney’s hand gripped down on his gold chain, locking him down as she started to trail her lips to his jaw. Carmy’s hand grabs at her breast and gives a soft squeeze as he forces her lips back to his and swallows her moan. 

 His other hand rubbed down her side until they gripped tightly on her hip. The combination of his caresses caused her to give a stuttering moan that sent lust running wild under Carmy’s skin. He turned them and lifted her with ease. Sydney pulls apart in shock as he sat her on the edge of an empty prep table with such swiftness. 

They are forced to breathe and look at each other now, their bodies still wrongly close. Sydney's hands slid down to hold his wrists as he still had a grip on her hips.

“Fuck.” they both whispered off wet, kissed bruised lips. They looked each other deeply in the eyes for a moment before Carmy turned away first. His hand instantly ran with worry through his hair as Sydney snatched her hands and crossed her arms, pressing into herself as she looked down at the titles. 

“Uhm, that wasn-”

“Shit, sorry w-”

They both hum to a quiet, lost for words at what they just did. 

And how they both liked it.

And how they both wanted it again. 

Sydney feels an embarrassed warmth under her skin to see her lip gloss over Cramy’s mouth and chin. Carmy went red and nervous as he saw how much he had hiked up her shirt.

“Sorry for uh… you good Syd?’ Carmy asked, still not looking at her. She slid off the counter, adjusting her clothes. She pointed her look past his head to the clock on the wall. 

7:55 pm.

“I’m good, Carmy. Are you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“I’ve got to go.”

Sydney has to bush close to him to get back to her counter to get the last batch and pack the food then getting the fuck out. Carmy flinched to see that his wet hands had left a drying imprint on her shirt. He passed her to the back door and collapsed into a resting crouch, lit a cigarette on instinct.

Five minutes later she was outside too, tupperware full of the best crab cakes and sauce he’s ever had and the girl that now owns his first kiss in 8 years.

 He hastily stood up and they gave each other tight smiles. 

“I’ll see you on Monday?” Sydney asked. She frowns a bit, that wasn’t meant to come out as a question. It doesn’t matter though with how fast she is walking away.

“Yeah!”Carmy called nervously after her, she turned just in time to catch him ducking back inside. 

Sydney is sure that’s not the start. Because they showed up on Monday and worked with their usual stressed ease. They each had their usual bicker with Richie, they each worked on prep, Sydney wrote in her little notebook, Carmy ticked over leftover paperwork, they sat across from each other during family and never met eyes.

They did the same thing Tuesday. 

They did the same thing Wednesday.

If she was trying to determine something official, it would be that Thursday. 

At the end of the day she swiped a piece of leftover lemon cake and two spoons as everybody left. She went into the office and Carmy looked up in soft surprise as she sat it on top of some random receipt book from 2015.

“What’s up Chef?” Carmy asked and Sydney shrugged.

“Just cake. I… we need to talk abou-”

“Shit, yeah, uh-yeah. We don’t-”

“Yes we do Carmen. That's the whole communication thing we talked about when I first started.” 

“Oh, right.”

They both went quiet as Sydney cleared some space on the desk and sat on the edge. She dived into a bite of cake and ignored the nerves created from Camry staring at her mouth again. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you like that.” Carmy said after a minute and Sydney handed him the other spoon. 

“I’m sorry too. That was unprofessional of us.”

“No, it’s on me Sydney. I’m older than you, I’m your boss.” he added, going for a bite as well. They are quiet as they share it down to an empty plate and yellow crumbs.

“I’ve liked you for a long time Carmen. Admired you even. I think you can go anywhere and do anything and it’s great.” Sydney said. Carmy let out a bitter chuckle at her statement.

“Sydney you have a lot of talent, creativity and whatever else makes a great person. From the moment you walked in the door you started lifting this place up. I’m a piece of shit compared to you.”

“Still like you though.” 

“... I like you alot too…”

It’s quiet again, no cake to fill in the time and space. Both chefs felt like they were going to bust and the silence was the only safe space. 

Ever impatient, Sydney is the first to break it. 

“Ya know… The first time I made scrambled eggs I was like 8. I set the fire alarm off with how high I cooked them. There was salt and pepper everywhere, somehow they were both browned as shit and still runny. I’m pretty sure I broke my dad’s heart fucking up his cast iron pan like that.” Sydney rambled and Carmy gave a soft smile at that.

“I’m pretty sure I broke my nan’s heart cause I broke spaghetti noodles in half before I boiled em. I had seen someone do it on Food Network and Sugar had to save my ass from getting beat with a spoon. I was 7 I think.”

Sydney couldn't help but snort at that. 

“Yeah, but we got better with practice right?”

“Yeah.”

“Not to be mean, but you could improve your kissing skills.” Sydney said, pointedly not looking at him as he settled back in his chair in shock and awe.

“... is this a complaint?”

“No.”

“No?”

“... it’s an offer to improve I guess. With practice.”

“Sydney.”

“I’m just saying! I liked it, you liked it. You could use practice. I could use pract- oh.” Sydney is cut off by Carmy rising up. He stood in the space between her legs and crossed his arms. Sydney couldn’t help but blink in surprise as he bent in slightly to look her in the eyes. 

“We can’t.” he scolded quietly. His voice is soft yet stern.

“We can’t?” Sydney rasped.

“It’s unprofessional.”

“...It is unprofessional.”

“It’s getting too close, even if we did like it. I can’t just make out and fuck you in the Beef like I’m some asshole line cook that only floats Waffle Houses.”

Sydney huffed then crossed her arms as well, leaning back and squinting at him. Her head gently bumped the shelf above the desk as she settled back. She can’t meet his eyes though, so she focused on his nose and thinks about how it bumped her the other night.

“This joint wishes it was a fuckable Waffle House. Richie might actually get a life.'' She smarted. Carmy jerked his head to a tilt, trying to force her eyes to his in disbelief. 

“Sydney!”

“Carmen!”

“We shouldn’t and aren’t doing this here.”

“Fine.” Sydney shrugged, plump lips pursing in attitude.

She finally got the nerve to meet his eyes but smiled to see that he was checking out her mouth. Carmy pressed the inch of space closer so her legs encompassed his hips. His arms dropped so that one hand braced on the shelves behind her head and the other rested on her knee, making her leg enclose his. She felt the subtle bulge in his pants settle against the desk and the edge of her inner thigh. She glances down at it and lets her posture correct up in a deep breath. 

The layer of their jeans blocking skin was fucking infuriating. 

Once again, they were dangerously in each other's faces.

“So, we aren’t doing this here?” Sydney challenged.

“Nope.”

They ended up half stripping in the back of his car, bruising each other's necks with hungry lips. 

Sydney finds out his hair is just as soft as it looks and he groans when you tug at his nape but flinches when you go too far up his crown.

Carmy learns to draw out moans from her. You had to kiss her down from the bottom of her ear, follow her jar and end at the center of her throat.

Sydney learns that holding his cheeks makes him cry. Carmy learns she likes to hide her face in her braids when her moans are out of control. Carmy learns that he’s really fucking handsy. Sydney learns that she’s a biter.

Both of them have very talented yet untrained hands that excel in finding the right spots.

It became routine. 

They’d work on Monday, then come in on Tuesday. They work like Carmen didn’t nearly crash his car with how good Sydney sucked him off on the drive to his place Monday night.

 They’d work on Wednesday. Pretending that the reason Sydney was walking so carefully is because she dropped a pot on her foot and not that Carmy fucked her thighs numb back at his apartment last night on Tuesday night.

The reason Sydney had to wear her braids in a high bun instead of her usual scarf this Thursday morning? She overslept and didn’t have time to grab one. Not the fact that it slipped off her bucking head last night and is under Carmy’s couch right now.

The reason Carmy wore a long sleeve rolled up to his forearms instead of his usual short sleeve shirt this fine weather Friday? He had to fight the alley cats throwing out the trash. Not the fact the ‘cat’ was most definitely named Sydney as she rode him in the back seat while they were parked outside her and her father’s apartment building. 

Friday was their exception. 

They alway went home separately and alone on Fridays. The dinner rush was too taxing on their bodies to be hungry for anything else but a sandwich, a beer, and to drop dead into bed. (Friday didn’t stop nudes however. It didn’t stop Carmy from getting hard at the videos of Sydney muffling her loud moans of his name into her childhood pillows. It didn't stop Sydney’s gut from tightening up at the obscene shot of Carmy beating his dick to the sound of her name) 

Work was work on Saturday. 

It was Sunday mornings like this. Where they woke up cuddling in Carmy’s bed. Him smoking out the window into the cool morning air and Sydney listening to his heartbeat in his chest in the soft light of sunrise. 

That she thinks about this, about how they got here.

She feels guilt forever getting in a situation like this. She’s fucking her boss, fucking her idol, fucking a man five years older than her, fucking a white man, fucking a Catholic, all the without a ring nor relationship in sight. Her father would burn The Beef down to the ground with Carmy inside of it and expose her to church ladies for correction. Her mother would just cackle out of the grave.

 “At least you didn’t dirty the kitchen, Syddie Kitty.” Sydney can picture her teasing out of plum-colored lips over a wine glass as funeral dirt shakes out of her locs.

Sydney turns over so that she and Carmy are pressed chest to chest. Her chin rests on his sternum so she can look over his face. His hand absently rubs a firm circle over the knot in her lower back as he continues to stare at their city waking up. 

He’s beautiful. 

She’s beautiful. 

Carmy huffs a laugh as he dodges her trying to take the cigarette out of his hand, blowing the cloud high as he snuffs it out. She sticks her tongue out and dodges back, making the kiss he aimed for her lips land on her cheek instead. 

Before they can tease each other again, Carmy’s phone rings. He cringes at the tone he has set for Sugar echoing over them. He grabs it and just stares at the screen as it vibrates and lights up with the picture of his sister.

Sydney taps her hand on his wrist, thumb ghosting on the green accept slider. Carmy is quick to deny the call, toss the phone back to the side table and twist into Sydney's body.

“You can’t keep doing that.” Sydney says after a while. He burrows further into their hold until she melts back. 

What would Sugar think? Every time he declined her calls or avoided weekly family dinners was because he was in the hands of his younger sous that he still hasn’t introduced her to. Yeah, the one Richie has been complaining about changing everything. That she was the only one that made him feel like he could breathe and that he hated church. 

He knew what Richie would say, that's for sure. He’d be all smug and smartassed and judgmental. Announcing that he knew all along baby Carmy despite the prestige of his NORMA bullshit, was just a bitch who fell for pussy and would drive The Beef and the lives the revolved round it into the ground for it. 

Both chefs are shamefully selfish this Sunday morning.

They make savory crepes and drink coffee with Good Eats playing in the background.

They shower together about it. 

Carmy drops her off at the farmers market.

Carmy cleans the Beef alone with a toothbrush as one of Mikey’s old mixed CD’s plays on the old Beef stereo. 

Sydney tosses her laundry in the washing machine as her dad plays Charles Jenkins & Fellowship aloud and remarks that he missed her at service again. 

Carmy shows up 8 minutes late to dinner at Sugar's with the wine his big sister likes. 

Sydney fries fish and makes smothered green beans for dinner, her father sets the table for them to play cards and watch Down in the Delta. 

Both chefs pray that this stays their routine. 

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[readingforaneternity]

One of my favorite complaints that *those* white readers, movie, and tv watchers have is that there is too much represnetation in media now. That they don’t see themselves in media anymore, and therefore cannot relate.

(Which is such a load bc white ppl have literally created a system where it’s just them, them, them. You can find a full white casted movie, tv show, and book much easier than you can with marginalized group rep. At least rep that is truthful to our lives and not romanticized and dramatized to spare white feelings.)

And this complaint is so funny to me as if I, a black girl in america, didn’t grow up watching and reading white stories over and over again. Stories I didn’t relate to or see myself in.

Now that’s not to say there wasn’t any representation. Of course there were the token poc characters that got three lines if they were lucky. And those token poc characters were written only to help the main white characters realize that the world isn’t as it seems. And “yes Jennifer, my skin color does in fact affect the way people perceive and treat me. Even you!”

The point isn’t about relatability. It is about the lesson. That’s what stories are. But with actually casting, hiring writers, directors, and producers who are from marginalized groups the lessons become life and it makes it real.

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || A +

Warning • jumps right into the smut, adult language, you underage fuckers don’t read this.

Genre • smut

Pairing • Professor! Shuri x student! black Reader

A/n: this is short

People call you many things a whore, a slut, a gold digger, a suck up and are all of these things true? Yes, absolutely all true. And that is exactly how you ended up in this situation-ship with your professor. You provide her pleasure and relaxation and she pays you while also giving you an A.

Other students have become a bit suspicious of your relationship I mean it kind of is obvious you’re about the only one passing her class with an A, but oh well you worked hard for your grades.

Just like right now you were working hard under her desk trying to make your professor cum. Your head was buried between her strong thighs with with a mixture of spit and her juices running down your chin. She had her head thrown back with small moans escaping as she gripped your hair grinding against you.

“Shit y/n right there” her whimpering encouraged you to flick your tongue faster wanting her to reach her release quicker. Her moans started to become more stationed and high pitched and you knew you had her. You slipped in two fingers behaving to pump in and out right away rubbing against her sensitive spot and before you knew it she was cumming all over your face.

“Mmm good girl” you cooed coming up for air. Her body went limp in her chair as her breathing leveled a bit from such an intense orgasm. You licked your fingers and wiped your mouth before climbing from under her desk.

You straightened your skirt and checked you makeup in the hand held mirror, Shuri pulled up her dress pants and buttoned her shirt. She eyed you as up and down and you checked your appearance.

“What?” You smirked catching her eye through the mirror.

“Remind me to update your grade” you nodded turning to her.

“Well since my job here is done I’ll see you tomorrow?” She nodded collecting all her things getting ready to leave. You did the same grabbing your bag walking towards the door.

“Wait y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go to dinner with with me?” You give her a perplexed looked thinking she was teasing you.

“Oh you’re serious?” She nodded slowly unsure why you would think she was joking, but in your defense she’s the one that laid down the rules. No public affection, no catching feelings, no visiting each others homes only meet ups in hotels, and no real contact names. But lately she’s been getting sloppy. She’s been being real affectionate in public, hooking up in her office and now she’s asking you to dinner.

You weren’t sure what her motive was but you didn’t mind the positive attention you were getting.

“Yeah sure I would love to go to dinner with you.”

Shuri Masterlist

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[neasoxi]

Angela Davis and Toni Morrison in 1974

[homiesondaweb]

SINCE YALL REFUSE TO PUMP OUT THE MARGO/SPIDERBYTE FICS, I'LL JUST HAVE TA DO IT MY DAMN SELF

AND IMMA PUT PROWLERBYTE AND MARGO CHARACTER STUDY IN EM🗣️📣

AND IMMA PUT ALL THE BLACK SPIDA KIDS KICKIN BACK 🗣️📣

AND IMMA HAVE CULTURAL ACCURATE REFRENCES AND LANGUAGE 🗣️📣

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[artemisthewh0re]

Thinking many thoughts

[melaninadorned]

Well read | Melanin Adorned

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Tags: {creampie, pussy eating, praise, needy, mdom, fsub, clit play, overstim, 🤏🏽 rough, dirty talk}

I hear a knock on my door. Tilting my head wondering who it could be. It's currently 1 am and I'm sitting on the couch eating ice cream. I don't move for a while just to see if they would leave.

They knock again a little more frantically.

"Babe it's me!"

I jump up and open the door to see Nightwing at my door. He's holding his stomach and leaning against the frame. His suit torn a little on his rib, a slash on his upper forearm and his breathing is heavy as well.

"Nightwing did you just call me babe?" I say to him looking at him confused.

"What?" He says looking at me crazy.

"I'm just playing, come on in Dick. I'll go get the first aid kit." I say smiling at him

He shakes his head at me. "For a second I thought you were serious, but when are we ever serious?" He says chuckling

I close the door behind him and grab the kit from underneath the table from in front of my couch.

"As much as I love looking at you in this suit, you have to take it off baby." I say standing in front of me.

He looks at me and smiles.

"Are you gonna undress me?"

Although it was just a simple phrase, it made my stomach flutter with heat. With the way he is looking at me right now makes me really wanna jump his bones.

I look at him a little flustered and shake my head.

"Why are you horny right now? You are literally hurt." I say to him sitting the stuff to the side to help him undress.

"I get hard everytime I see you. You're just so sexy baby I can't help it. I always think about having you on your back, watching your face as you cum over and over on my dick. I never get tired of seeing your face as you cum, or listening to you moan my name over and over again, whining telling me you can't take it." He says to me. His voice getting deeper

I feel my clit throbbing. Begging to be touched. It's been a week since we've had sex. He's been in and out of the house so much helping Bruce, Jason and Damian. I went from having sex with him literally everyday to being deprived for a week.

He leaves in a rush every time we have tried to take it further, leaving me hot and bothered. He knows this, he takes pride in edging me like that. He's such a sadist.

I try to take matters into my own hands but it's not enough. I want him.

"Cat got your tongue now?" He leans back

"Cmon baby. Don't you want me to help you cum? It's been so long since you've felt daddy's touch hasn't it?"

"Mhm it's been so fucking long." I say to him walking closer.

"Have a seat in my lap. Actually, take everything off and have a seat on the couch." He says standing up

"I'm gonna go wash my hands. I'm not going to fuck up my pussy because my hands are dirty." He says walking to my bathroom.

The throbbing sensation intensifies at his words. I do what he says considering I didn't have on much. Just a t-shirt and some boxers. I take it off and sit down. The cold air hitting my clit, I softly moan from the air.

I squeeze my thighs together getting wetter at the thought of him touching me. I still hear the water running so I spread my legs a little and start touching my clit. I moan out lowly.

I lean my head back and rub in circles.

"Touching already? You know how I feel about that." He says coming to stand in front of me.

He took off his mask and suit standing in front of me only in a pair of shorts. He's slightly bruised on his abdomen but it only adds to his sex appeal. I moan again still rubbing while looking in his eyes.

He looks down and his jaw tightens. "Take your hands off now."

I whine moving my hand away. I grab my breasts and pull at my nipples, needing something, anything.

He bends down in front of me. I look into his eyes. "Please. I need you." I say to him

He groans out.

"I fucking love when you beg for me. I'll give you just what you want baby. Lay back and spread your legs."

I quickly lay back and spread my legs wide.

"Hold your legs back. You better not let go. If you do I'll stop and you won't get to cum." He says getting down on his knees.

He brings his fingers to my clit and rubs it slowly. I moan at the feeling. Glad that he finally touched me. He leans down and takes one long lick. I moan missing how his tongue feels.

"Fuck I miss how you taste." He groans.

He puts his head back down and licks my clit over and over again. He puts a finger inside of me and moves his finger in and out.

"Fuck baby just like that. God." I moan out

"You've missed daddy's tongue baby? Just as much as I've missed eating your pussy. Look at how wet you’ve gotten. Look at me doll." He says still moving his finger in and out of me

I look down at him still moaning loudly. He looks me in my eyes and spits on my clit. He goes back down and starts licking it again.

I moan even louder. Fuck that was so hot. He adds another finger and starts curling them inside of me. He speeds them up and starts sucking on my clit.

"I'm so close baby. Please don't stop. Oh god please."

"Mhm mhm." I hear him moan as he continues licking and sucking on my clit.

My hands start to slip but bring them back trying my hardest not to let my legs drop. I know that if I do Dick will stop and after not doing anything with him for a week I need this.

He looks up looking at me.

"Aww look at you gripping your legs for dear life. You know I'll stop and leave you here if you drop them don't you doll?"

I nod my head.

"How bad do you want to cum doll?"

"So bad please don't stop." I whine out

"Cum for me baby." He says leaning back down and sucking my clit

I gasp and cum moaning loudly.

"Oh my go-" I say leaning my head back.

He continues fingering me to ride out my high.

"Good fucking girl. You are such a good girl cumming on demand like that. You want this dick now don't you baby?"

He takes his fingers out of me and brings them to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck. Swirling my tongue around his fingers. I moan while looking to his eyes.

He groans and brings his face down to my face and kisses me. Letting me taste myself on his tongue. We both moan.

"God you are such a good girl for me baby." He says pulling back

He stands up fully and pulls his shorts down. His dick jumps out and hits his stomach. He steps out of his shorts and grabs his dick with his other hand.

"You see how hard you got me baby? I got this hard thinking about you, looking at you and tasting you." He says as he jerks it a little.

He grabs he dick and brings it to my clit sliding it up and down. He brings it to my entrance and slides it over it. Just teasing me.

"Fuck stop teasing. I need you in me." I whine

He just chuckles at me. Finally he brings it to my entrance and slides it in. We both moan at the feeling.

"Oh shit." He says moving in and out of me.

He rotates his hips as he goes in deep and slow. He speeds up the pace still going in deep and hitting my g-spot repeatedly. He leans down and kisses me. He puts his tongue in my mouth, kissing me sloppily. I bring my head back to moan some more

"God you feel so fucking good. You're such a good fucking slut taking my dick so well. I want you to look into my eyes while I'm fucking you. I love seeing your face as my dick stretches you."

I moan even louder looking into his eyes. He brings his other hand to my clit and rubs it, adding to the pleasure. I'm so close.

I close my eyes and he slaps my clit.

"You better fucking look at me. I can tell you are about to cum. You better fucking ask. I don't wanna be nice this time." He says rubbing my clit even faster

"Fuck. Please"

"Oh doll you can do better then that. You know how to fucking beg. Come on princess don't you want to cum?" He says

"Please, please let me cum. I'm so close I can't hold it." I say whining

"Hold it baby. I'm almost there. Don't you wanna cum with me baby? Don't you wanna feel my cum inside your pussy? Fuck I'm gonna fill you up so nice." He says groaning

He leans his head back and moans. He looks so fucking good.

"Yesss, please cum with me. I want you to fill me up. I'm all yours. Fuck I'm all yours. Please cum in me." I say to him

"Fuck, fuck I'm fucking cumming. Cum with me doll." He says leaning down to kiss me.

He kisses me and pulls back up. His strokes getting sloppy. We both moan and cum at the same time.

"Fuck oh fuck"

"Ahh oh my god "

We both say at the same time. His cum inside of me feels so fucking good. He slows his stokes helping us ride out our highs. He finally stops moving and slowly pulls out of me. He groans while doing so.

He kisses me slowly. I moan into his mouth as his tongue slips into my mouth. He pulls back giving me two more pecks.

"Fuck you did so good. Look at how good my cum looks inside of you. You looked so fucking pretty as you came. I'll never get tired of it." He groans.

I see his dick starting to rise again.

"Dick. No more I can't." I say to him shaking my head no.

He chuckles and picks me up. Walking towards our bathroom.

"I've missed being inside of you. I'm gonna clean you up but that won't stop me from fucking you again."

I shiver at his words knowing that I have a long night ahead of me. We make it to the bathroom.

“Gonna sleep with my cum in you?” He mumbles against my ear

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” I laugh softly

“Oh I’d fucking love that. You know that.” He chuckles as he sits me in the toilet.

I pee and sit there for a while so it can seep out of me. After that he helps me up, I wash my hands then grab onto him as he takes me to my room. Laying me on the bed and getting in beside me.

“I’m so proud of you doll. You know that? You did so good for me” he kisses my forehead while cuddling me more into him

“Thank you.” I say sleepily

“You’re welcome baby. Get you some sleep” he says softly

Soon I fall asleep in his arms.

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