#I'ma try it again

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 30

Two new materials today! First up is a camouflage patterned fabric, and the second is a nice thrown clay :D

[graciousvoid]

AF2 OC?!?!?!?!

Oh my god I can't believe this took me 2-3 months and a total of 20 hours and 30 minutes I just LOVE myself

I had JUST finished drawing these group of besties for my lil AF2 AU. The first half of it takes place 150* years after the events of AF1, which is these people's time :]

[wednesdaythunder]

Curate my blog?

Listen, I won't curate FUCK, like ma'am, this is a Tumblr. If I can't spam my latest obsession then what's even the point

[kaiwuzherenz]

bruh

[sofibeth-arts]

After weeks of getting back to this, I decided I don't like my current sketch and may return to rework the one above.

Proportions are bugging me even if the idea is cute.

Sharing this Sonic and Tails sketch I'm probably not gonna finish but I kinda like.

[szatears]

t.l.c., smoke.

summary: thinking about smoke coming home to you after pulling off a job with his brother...

pairing: smoke x blackfem!reader

warnings: slight description of reader, some details of injury and stitching and injury, mainly fluff, hint of suggestive tones, smoke being smoke.

notes: resisting the urge to go see sinners yet again is so hard 😖 also i'm posting this quite late it's literally 2am ?!

You heard his footsteps first. Quiet yet heavy, slow yet you could imagine him hurrying to take off his coat. He closed the door behind him firmly, the sound echoing throughout your shared home.

You carried on folding the pile of clothes that had finished drying, sat on the small, cosy sofa smoke had bought.

He let out a sigh when he laid his eyes on you, a relaxed one or a content one, you couldn't quite tell. You turned your face to look at him, a soft smile on your lips.

Strands of your curly hair were a little out of place from the tight pulled back bun you put it into, and you were sure you looked even more tired than you actually were. But to Smoke, you looked perfect. And he always told you that, he never failed to.

You stood up, as he walked towards you, hanging his coat up by the door. Placing the basket of clothes down by the leg of the sofa, you welcomed your husband back into your arms after a long three days.

Sure you had company, that company being your siblings and Mary coming over unannounced as she usually did, but it didn't compare to the company Smoke provided for you.

"Hi, baby," He mumbled into the crook of your neck as he hugged you back, his arms gently squeezing you into him as if you'd slip away from him if he didn't.

You leaned back to get a good look at his face, your hand caressing over his cheeks with so much care. "You take care of yourself out there?"

You always asked the same question in a different form, making sure he actually listened to you and came back to you in one piece like he always said he would.

But instead of kissing your worries away and telling you he was fine, Smoke winced a little as he pulled his undershirt up a little, revealing a graze that needed tending to.

You gasped a little, holding his shirt up higher so you could see better. "It's not too bad, mama," he tried to tell you. If it wasn't for you, he'd probably attempt to sleep it off or smoke a cigarette to ease the pain, most definitely leaving it to get infected.

"Stop, don't do that. C'mon." You didn't give him room to argue, pulling him to the bathroom where you had everything you needed to stitch him back up.

The wound wasn't too bad, it looked like a graze from a bullet but he definitely needed stitching to close it up properly.

"Baby, you ain't gotta worry yourself with all that, just leave it, I'ma be fine," Smoke sighed, seeing you get out all your supplies.

You scoffed, ignoring his pleas. "What, you scared of a lil' needle?" you held it up near his face as if trying to prove your point.

Smoke laughed a little, clutching at his side. "Girl, ain't no one scared of yo' lil' ass needle, move." He kissed his teeth, but leaned back against the bathroom counter when you pushed at his chest.

"Take it off," you tugged at his undershirt, which you could see was soaked in blood under the light.

"Ooh, you a fast one," he joked, chuckling when you straight faced him. Nonetheless he took off his tank top, throwing it in the basket of dirty laundry.

"You want a drink? This is gonna hurt."

"... Yeah."

He didn't need to hesitate because you both knew he was gonna have a drink regardless, that's just what a rough day did to him.

You left the bathroom and came back with a bottle of whiskey, handing it to him. You waited for him to take a swig of it before kissing his lips briefly.

"I'm sorry?"

Smoke furrowed his brows a little. "For what─── God damn," he groaned when you thread the needle into his skin, immediately drinking the whiskey again.

It went on like that for a few more moments, Smoke cursing and huffing. He didn't drink too much of the whiskey because he didn't want to get flat out drunk when what he really wanted was to be close to you, what he had been looking forward to all day.

When you finished the stitch, you wrapped it up in a bandage carefully. You let him take a shower whilst you finished putting away the laundry, getting into your nightdress while he did so.

When he came out, you went back into the bathroom to put away what you used to stitch him up. "Here, go sit down while I clean up."

"You gon' come to bed when you done?" He asked, not meeting your eyes as he looked at your handiwork on his body.

You smiled at the way he was still shy to show you that affectionate side of him, that he was still a needy guy underneath that mean and tough exterior he had.

"Yeah, baby, I'll be just a minute."

He nodded, taking himself to your bedroom. You knew he wouldn't be sitting up when you found him but instead lying down, which he was.

He'd put on the shkrts he always wore to bed, this time abandoning a tank top incase the stitches bled through it, which he was sure they wouldn't, you were really good at what you did.

You crawled into bed beside your husband, his warm hands waiting for you. He immediately went to pull you close to his chest but you tutted. "What?" he looked between you two, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"You forgetting you're hurt? Or do you wanna bust open them stitches?" you laughed when the realisation sunk on his face. He was so used to sleeping with you like that, that it had become a natural sleeping position for him.

He grumbled, confused on how to proceed given the circumstances. You took the lead, pulling him over your body so that his head rested on your chest. You knew you wouldn't wake up in the same position but it was still nice to fall asleep close to him like that.

One of your hands gently stroked over his neck, lulling him towards his sleep. Smoke couldn't describe to you just how much he needed moments like this, needed you. There was a specific type of comfort that you brought him, and he longed for it every time he was away from you.

You could feel him relax in your hold, finally being able to let his guard down even if it was just four a couple of hours.

You bent your head down, kissing his cheek softly before you nestled in beside him.

"I love you," he whispered it so faintly, you thought you heard his voice waver at the end. You could never doubt the love that Smoke had for you; he loved you fiercely and he loved you proudly.

"I love you, too."

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[nikidanger]

I seriously woke up at 4:43 this morning and am still functioning somehow???

[littlelovelunette]

Hiiii. I have a very unhinged request .. but g!p sevika and bratty reader. She fucks reader pussy to the point of overstimulation but she still wants to keep going but reader is sensitive there so sevika takes readers ass instead :^

Two Holes For A Reason

G!P Sevika

Contains smut, anal, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, nipple clamps, hitting, degradation, creampie

You had been extra bratty with Sevika lately pissing her off way past her limits, teasing her in public, getting her riled up sexually and doing nothing about it, wearing the shortest dresses known to mankind. You were going all out because you knew all her punishments on the back of your left hand, that's how predictable she was.

Hips thrusting and pistoning her huge cock into your tight little cunt making a wet slapping sound with each thrust. Her balls slapping against your skin with every single thrust, she was close but she wanted to make you cum before.

However, this time Sevika had something else planned out completely. Sevika had your wrists tied up with ropes that dug into your skin creating red abrasions, sore nipples clamped tightly making every little jiggle hurt your tits, and she was fucking your pussy out so hard that you were afraid she'd break your pubic bone.

"Daddy, it hurts!" You screamed out in pain and pleasure, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes which were starting to squeeze shut in the overwhelming feelings.

She didn't care how loud you screamed and what the neighbours thought. "I'ma break your hole," she grunted and got even faster making your eyes roll into the back of your head, pinching your little clit between two of her thick fingers and pulling it roughly as if to make her point.

She pulled back a little, landing a slap on your face making you whine even more as she continued pounding your pussy, "Shut up and take it, you dirty little whore," Sevika hissed out, gritting her teeth when you clenched over her invading shaft.

Sevika's cock slammed against your cervix with each thrust creating a tight familiar knot in your stomach, her muscular arms grabbing both your legs and folding you with ease so she could hit deeper into your sopping wet pussy. The new position hit somewhere deep and hard that made you scream out in pleasure, unable to form any proper coherent words, choking on your own saliva as you struggled to contain your own sounds.

"DADDY! DADDY!" You could only cry out and moan loudly as you squirted all over the dildo, body trembling and pussy convulsing as you did. A white ring forming around the meaty length buried in your warmth.

The muscular woman let her movements slow for a second before she started ramming deep into your hole again, hands, both mechanical and flesh, finding their way at each of your side as she fucked into your hole movements almost desperate to bring out her own release. With a final thrust, she filled your pussy up, milky white hot semen dribbling out of your tight cunt, staining the sheets below but she didn't give a fuck.

You yelped slightly at the sudden contact of her hand on your pussy. Sevika lined her cock against your pussy again but you blabbered out, "Daddy, no, please, I'm sore, I can't anymore," you said your voice a whisper and throat sore from screaming so loud.

Sevika loved the sight of your pussy filled up with her cum, she wasn't tired of course her stamina was unlike any other and unmatched. Sevika pulled back with a grunt, cock slipping out of your pussy with a plop, "Such a slut," Sevika said with condescension aiming a slap on your overfilled pussy making the red handprint etch onto your skin

Sevika folded you again with ease and thrusted her dick in your asshole this time. Your tight asshole stretched around the huge shaft trying to accommodate to such a huge length at once because you knew she wouldn't let you up anytime soon. "Oh, goodness, Sevika, it hurts!" You let out a loud whimper and Sevika slapped your pussy, shoving her dick balls deep inside making you gasp, "S-sorry, daddy..." You corrected the title.

Sevika grunted, "Relax girl you're tightening up around my cock a bit too much," she said and squeezed your boobs making the nipples ache in between the clamps. "H-hurts.." you whined as her dick started drilling into your ass making semen spill out of your pussy, "Oh my gosh daddy you're fucking me sooo good!" You screamed out hands grabbing the rope that held your hands in place as your legs threatened to fall back down.

Sevika sensing that grabbed a hold of your fleshy thighs to keep you folded while her cock pounded deep into your rectum, making the rim of your hole swell red. "Fuck doll you're so wet," Sevika said, her breath shuddering a little you knew she was close to cumming.

"Yes, daddy..." You could only mumble tiredly making the harshness in Sevika's eyes soften, she reached forward untying your wrists

Sevika's fingers dug into your your thighs and Sevika's veins bulged in her muscles and at the sides of her neck, shimmer scars glowing as she filled up your rectum with her warm semen. When she pulled her cock out semen, squirted of your asshole making Sevika chuckle a little, "Not good at taking it up your ass huh?" She slapped your thigh, "Keep the load in, slut."

"Come on, my lovely," Sevika helped you up, guiding you to the bathroom and sat you down to the toilet, kneeling down in front of you so she could take the nipple clamps off, "No more being bratty, okay, my obedient doll?"

[dorkszn]

ORDINARY LIFE + logan howlett

“Heaven in her mouth, got a hell of a tongue. I can feel her teeth when I drive on a bump. Fingers lettin' go of the wheel when I cum. Whe-wheel when I cum, whe-wheel when I cum. David Carradine, I'ma die when I cum (die when I cum). She just givin' head, she don't know what I've done.”

male reader, drunk reader but logan is drunk too, drunk driving, oral sex, spanking, the claws come out, cum eating

His thick, metal belt buckle clacks against the center console as you drive over the slightly bumpy, winter roads. His left hand gripping the steering wheel while the other sat in your hair, gently holding a fistful of it. His breaths leave in heavy pants and grunts.

Your mouth full of him as you gag and choke around his cock. His pre and your drunken drool dribbling down his length and your chin, glistening along the veins pulsing on his dick.

“Fucking— god,” Logan groans as your tongue sloppily swirls around his fat, leaking tip. Who knew letting some drunk himbo from the bar in his truck would lead to this? You leaned over the center console, your ass slightly perked up in the air, Logan’s dick in your mouth.

The truck jumps as Logan drives over a bump, causing your teeth to graze his slobbered girth. Another low, guttural moan fell from his lips at the feeling. His hand runs down from your hair and over your spine until he reaches the curve of your ass.

Your back arches a bit more as his hand touches it, feeling his palm hit you through your jeans—the motion almost a praise for the accidental graze. Logan drunkenly smirks slightly as he glances over and sees the way your arch deepened. “Slut,” he comments lowly.

You pull your head up, releasing him from your lips with a sinful pop. “Says you,” you retort, your words slightly slurred. Your lips glimmer in his essence. He glances down at you, his smirk faltering slightly.

“The hell is that supposed to mean— oh shit.” His words fall into a pornographic noise as you drag your tongue over his slit and lewdly suck on his tip. The truck swerves before Logan quickly fixes the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his hold on it.

“Dognt cheel me, jhackcass,” “Don’t kill me, Jackass” is what you meant to say. But kinda hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with cock, ain’t it?

“Oh shut up,” Logan mumbles, his hand coming down on your ass again. You let out a choked whine around him, the vibrations of your throat shooting straight to Logan, his hand gently squeezing your ass in response.

You bring your hand up, wrapping it around Logan’s base, and begin pumping him there. Your mouth shifts to kiss and suck at the higher inches of his dick, completely lost in the motion as your intoxicated mind moves on autopilot.

The truck swerves again slightly as Logan’s eyes roll and his teeth press together. His other hand subconsciously grips your belt to stabilize as he straightens the wheel. “Logan, careful,” you grumble at him with a slight whine. “You’re gonna kill me before you even cum.”

“We’ll be fine,” Logan huffs out once he finds his ground again. “Or, well, I’ll be fine.” He adds. You roll your eyes at his words before taking him into your mouth again. It feels like only minutes before the truck is screeching to an abrupt halt.

Logan’s hand tightens around the wheel while the other grabs the plump of your ass through your jeans. His fingers digging into you. His head was slightly thrown back against the seat and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fucking Christ—“ his moans fill the truck as his cock pulses on your tongue and he cums down your throat. A sudden, sharp snkit followed his lewd noises.

You can’t see the cause of the noise as you try to focus on breathing and swallowing every white spurt he releases. Though some of it leaks out your messy lips anyway. When his fingers finally let go of your ass a little bit, you slowly pick your head up. Then you catch the cause of the sound.

Three metal claws between his knuckles that glisten in the moonlight shine through the windshield. A smirk covering your wet lips. “That good, huh?” You ask as you look at him. One of his sharp brown eyes opens as he looks at you. Smirking, eyes glassy, lips kiss-swollen, and chin slick.

Logan lets his claws graze over your waist as he pulls his hand back, sending an excited shiver up your spine. His mutation retracts back into his skin as he grabs your chin, swiping up some of his spilled seed. “Shut up and swallow,” he mumbles. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, letting you lick the rest of it off.

Afterward, you sigh softly and settle back into your seat, wiping your skin clean. You watch as Logan puts himself back in his boxers. “You got anything to eat?” You ask him.

“Why, so your breath can smell shittier than it already does?” Logan questions snarkily even though he knows he’d make out with you again a hundred times over.

You scoff, watching as he zips and buttons his jeans again. “No, jackass and your cum taste like the goddamn Indian Ocean,” you shoot back at the man. Logan shoots you a small glare before he presses down on the gas pedal again.

Logan just grumbles under his breath a bit before answering, his eyes on the dark road ahead. He reaches over and pops open the glove compartment and hands you a bag of something. You take it from him with a grin.

“Thanks, Lo,” you hum as you open the bag and begin eating whatever he gave you.

“Yeah, just don’t throw up in my truck,” he says back, giving you a small side eye as he watches you practically stuff your face.

“Heard.” You answer playfully with a stupid grin as you pop more of it past your lips.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Portgas D. Ace x female reader- Babe

Warnings: Ace being an annoying puppy lol, pussy drunk for sure, back shots to pronebone, sloppy/drooling Ace

*banner*

One thing about Ace is he's gonna babe the hell outta ya. All day, every day no matter the situation or the mood he's in.

"Morning babe."

"Hey babe, want some breakfast?"

"Babe wow! Just wow! You look great babe."

"But babe~ I thought we were gonna cuddle~"

"What the hell babe you could've gotten yourself killed I was worried. Please babe don't do that again."

"I love you babe."

But your favorite of all is when his voice drops lower and more drawn out as he fucks into your sloppy, dripping wet cunt from behind. "Uh fuuuck- babe you feel so goood~." His voice was like silk wrapping over your body as he slams his hips into your backside. Heavy balls swinging to smack into your clit causing you to gasp into the pillows.

"Ah! A-Ace! Yes! Right there baby-" You encourage loudly as you try and look back at him, brows knit together tightly and mouth hanging open. Ace practically loses it when he sees your wrecked expression staring back at him, his equally as ruined. Freckled cheeks red to his ears, lip bitten raw from him trying to keep in his sounds but you felt too good for him to conceal it all. "Nngh babe~" Ace would whine as his brows would furrow even more, eyes pleading you for something that you weren't sure of.

"Babe- hah nngh fuck- babe you're pussy is -oh shit- it's squeezing me so tight! Fuck you feel- sooooo good babe."

Like he was a broken record as his hips pounded into your sticky, noisy cunt. "Babe- babe- oh my God babe." Eyes rolling back as he throws his head back unable to meet your gaze or he might explode. "Fuuuuck- babe you can't- ah- you can't look at me like that." Ace groans practically begging. "Please - please babe I can't take it." Drool was slipping from his mouth, his mind short circuiting from the vice grip you had on his cock.

"Ace- Ace baby, come here." Your choked out voice calls to him and he only whines as he goes to glue himself to your back. Strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders, caging you in tightly. Spit slicked lips kissing along your cheek to your jaw. Messy, so messy as he kissed you all over. Cock thrusting in deeper at the angle as he forced you into the mattress.

So whiny as he spoke brokenly in your ear, "Babe~ babe you're killing me." You would laugh if his cock wasn't smacking the air out of your lungs. So so deep, the plump tip kissing your g-spot every time, making love to your pussy as if to further show his gratitude.

"Babe please- please I wanna feel your pretty pussy cum on my cock. Fuck I need it so bad babe. You have no idea." Ace breaths out as he nips your ear before planting a sloppy kissing on your neck. Nipping and licking the skin. His body was like a furnace setting you ablaze till you were shaking. His cock like a spear that mashed your pussy till your belly wound tight. "ACE!" Your orgasm rocked you to your core, you weren't even expecting it as white exploded in your vision blinding you in pleasure.

"Yes! Oh my God- yes! Fuck yes yes yes - oh babe that's it- " Ace rambles away in a shaky breath as his powerful slamming hips stutter. "That's it- that's it- that's it! Oh babe- babe fuck there we go- Fuuuuck- I'ma cum so hard babe! Shhhhhit - fuck me!" His cum was like lava as it flooded into your pussy making you whine as he thrust harder and deeper to keep all his seed inside.

When Ace finally rolls off of you he has heart eyes and a dopey grin. Both of your chests heaving for air and all Ace can say is- "Fuck babe I love you so much. You have no idea."

You love and roll your eyes as you curl into his side to playfully reply. "Trust me babe, I think I know."

[sukunas-wife]

I'ma need some more of that pregnant reader and sukuna... That kinda slapped do it again please and thank you🌹

Idk if you meant while pregnant or after Yuji was born but here’s some pregnancy moments 🥹 i tried 🤍

“RYOMEN SUKUNA” your voice cutting Uraume off and gaining an irked look from your husband, “what is wo-” he coughed looking away, Uraume turned to look at you closing their eyes trying to hide a snicker as they looked away and down. There you stood in almost your full glory, your robes open the belt just over your bump, your ladies in waiting running in after you, “Lady y/n! Please! You shouldn’t run around bare showing your belly! You’ll catch a cold!” Sukuna was amused but your glare was something he didn’t want to be on the receiving end for too long. It wouldn’t be the first time you kicked him out of HIS room and HIS bed.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

“DO YOU NOT SEE THE PROBLEM?” Your snappy attitude would’ve usually rewards you with his own snappy attitude but he was trying his best to not snap at you while pregnant. “You’re round?” He asked as if it were obvious which caused you to tear up “you think I’m round?” ;-;

Hearing Uraume stifle their laugh, you watched your husband’s as he stood up pulling his robe belt free, throwing his outer robe over bus shoulder. Once he was close enough he took your face in two hands squishing it while the other two stripped you, “I don’t think your round, you are around, but you’re round with OUR child, and I don’t see what could be more comforting than knowing you carry the Proof of our intimacy.”

You looked up at him feeling his hands rest on your swollen belly, now covered by his white robes and belt, “My clothes doesn’t fit like it used to- then use my Robes all you want, ask your hand maids to make new clothes. Whatever you need it’s yours to take.” You smiled leaning your head against his palms enjoying how loose and large his robes were. He didn’t know he had basically signed away his freedom, his robes would now be your robes the more your belly swole.

He eyed you the first time you walked up to him with clean robes folded robes. He didn’t understand why you brought him new clothes? “I want your robes, they’re warm… and smell nice…” the heat on your face and expression of embarrassment made him chuckle as he pulled off his robes and belt before securing them over you, his warm hands and finger tips lingering over your neck, collar bone, wrists and hands when he’d fix the collar and sleeves. The warmth taking over you body as you basked in the warmth of his robes. The faint smell of his natural musk mixed in with woody smoke and the incense from the censors he had brought in ever since the months got colder and the physician saying you’d need to take it easier in bed rest now that you were closer to labor.

Yet you always persisted on looking for and hugging your husband just to place your cold hands on his chest or back. It was one of the few things that made him visibly cringe and shiver or freeze up entirely until your hands warmed up against his skin. Now that he thinks about it he spoiled you entirely in your first pregnancy during the day when you’d lay in bed staring at your stomach bump, cold under the thick blankets ribs shivering until you’d pout and call for your Lady in Waiting, she was a young lady who had grown from a young girl, acting sickly you’d tell her call for your husband, she’d smile laughing lightly “Yes Lady y/n, but I’ll do ny best to convince him it’s urgent.” You’d smile at her before she’d rush off, her shows would vary depending how she’d sense Sukuna’s stats of mind. If it were serious, annoyed or aggressive manor, she’d try to approach respectfully, head bowed explaining how you had sent her to retrieve him in urgency because your weren’t feeling well.

There would go Sukuna rushing to your side to find you shivering thinking you were sick without thought he’d placed his hands on you using his reverse cursed technique to heal you of whatever it could be. Only for you to guide his hand to your face still shivering, “Hold me… I’m cold.” He heart was racing thinking you were cold because you were gonna pass, he scooped you up, pressing you against his chest and dragging the heavy embroidered blanket to cover you more, “how are you feeling?”

He’d walked over to the fire place in the room, two of his arms under the blanket holding you close to him, your head on his chest and shoulder. The other two securing the blanket around you as he SAT ON THE GROUND INFRONT OF THE FIRE PLACE. Your hands coming out the blanket to pull his hand and rest it against your face, “I’m healthy, it’s just cold.” You looked helplessly up at him when he looked at you in disbelief, but you smiled and shook his head, “Scared the shit out of me woman!” You pinched your cheek and you whined, “I have an excellent lady in waiting, she needs higher reward.”

Sukuna scoffed, before resting his chin on your head, “Don’t expect this to become a regular request.”

It became a regular request, one he found himself to enjoy that he had Uraume bring something similar to a love seat for him to recline back on so he could lay you against his chest. It happened more than a few times when you’d fall asleep against his chest and he’d slowly fall into slumber after locking his arms around you. More than enough time Uraume and your ladies in waiting had walked in and giggled at the scene before waking Lord Sukuna to suggest moving to let you rest in the bed now that the sun had set and the room was warm.

The it changed when Yuji was born. There were days he eagerly pushed you off to hold his boy on his chest to keep him warm, of course you were jealous that was your husband :’)

I’m the end, your husband always tried to act indifferent and cold, but his heart was warmed by the love, affection and intimacy he had come to know when his fate had become intertwined with you and your son

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🤍❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤🤍🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🤍

Forgot the Tag list 🫣 this is the “Squishy” Tags List as saved in my notes :’)

@sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl

[codtrashsammy]

Cute Meet?

Started as a kinda character study and idk what happened, i'ma be honest. I haven't written anything with length in awhile, so feel free to leave cc and let me know what you think <3 Just a cute meet kinda scenario, reader is an anxious lil thing and Simon 'Ghost' Riley is obsessed upon first glance. Love? No, not yet.. but obsessed, yes. Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Simon Riley x Reader/You Warnings: No warnings, no use of y/n tho Enjoy :))

Ghost is the keeper. Ghost is stoic, cold, even apathetic. Ghost can kill a whole platoon without batting an eye, can be covered in the blood of his enemies and be entirely uncaring to watch it flow down the drain once he has enough time to scrub the caked blood from where it seeped through his clothes. He is in charge, able to control his emotions effortlessly, able to lead. He is everything he needs to be. And then there’s Simon. Ghost is the keeper. Simon is the man beneath the mask who needs one. Simon is more akin to a stray dog than a human at times. Face hidden from the world, yet teeth always barred and ready to bite. Hidden behind a mask, a carefully crafted mask that is Ghost. A man with more scars than flesh, a man with more trauma than peace, a man who simply longs for the normalcy of life without a way to reach it. And then came you.

Ghost couldn’t care less for you. The mask is on as he’s on leave, shopping in a grocery store to get something to eat on while he stays in that damned motel for the next couple of weeks before flying out once more. The mask stays in place, a protection, a show the keeper is in charge. You don’t mean to run into him, you’re definitely not the type to go looking for trouble- you’ve had enough of that in your life, and you’re just starting to get your shit together for the nth time. But as you’re both leaving, you stumble, bumping right into him and leaving a couple of his poor bags strewn about on the sidewalk rather than carefully held within each hand. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Ghost grumbles with a sigh, clearly not pleased by the circumstances while watching a can of beans he had bought simply roll off of the sidewalk area and into the road- promptly ran over by a vehicle looking to park. No beans and toast now, british man. “I am so sorry-” You immediately apologize, the sheepish and embarrassed look on your face obvious as you dust yourself off and try to begin gathering the mess that you had caused. Ghost is annoyed at you. Just one look and he’s annoyed. But Simon? Simon is enchanted. The sweet, sheepish smile on your face, the way you scramble to help, the heat to your cheeks in your embarrassment as you scatter around trying to fix the situation. The way your hair falls and how you’re clearly nervous, but you still act anyway. You don’t care of how he looks- all brooding and intimidating with his hoodie over his head and the black medical mask over the lower half of his face. You couldn’t care less of that- you simply want to make things better. Simon notices that though. Simon remains frozen for a few moments, hidden interest in his eyes as he watches you scramble about, resorting your things just to have an extra couple of bags for his things. And you just hand things back over to him, the sheepish smile still on your face, the embarrassment clear- but gods, you look like such a sweet lil thing, lookin’ at him like he’s a human, a person. “‘S fine,” Simon eventually spits out, taking the bags from your hands and glancing once more at the beans staining the roadway now, before turning to focus his attention back on you. He could let you leave now. He could, it’d be so easy. He could leave it at that and walk away, probably never hear or see from you again. I mean, hell, he’s only known you for all of 5 minutes, and it’s because you’re a clumsy little shit who fucked up his shopping. It’d be so easy so why does it feel so hard. “D’ya always ‘ave to make such an impression?” Simon quips out, readjusting the bags comfortably in his grip. You can’t even pretend not to notice his accent- it’s unusual for where you live, you don’t think you’ve ever heard anything like it outside of the media you’ve consumed. It’s pleasant, rings around in the ears for a bit. You finally meet his eyes, and gods, they are gorgeous. Deep, rich, brown- like chocolate with golden flecks scattered. Especially in the sunlight- like they are now- pools of liquid gold swimming about a chocolate river. “Ah- No- Um-” You struggle to find the right words, now your cheeks are warmer, and it’s less from embarrassment and more from the pretty eyed stranger you just fucking throttled on accident. But at least he doesn’t seem angry, so there’s always that. “I’m so sorry,” You settle on apologizing again, one of your hands moving to nervously run through your hair, pushing some strands out of your face. “‘S fine. Really.” Simon says with a slight nod, and you can feel the burn of his eyes as they trail over you. You can’t decide if he means it or not, though, he sounds oddly monotone for such simple words. “Still, I feel bad, I uh- I’m kinda clumsy at best,” You blurt out, sheepish smile on your face despite its softness as you glance away from him before looking back once more, “I uh- just wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going- a real bad habit of mine, honestly- which is surprising cause you’re kinda huge and hard to miss-” 

What the fuck did you just say?!Your cheeks heat up further, hands moving to gesture with your words now. You’re rambling, you know you are, but god did not give you the ability to shut the fuck up. “N-Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re uh- very well-built!” what the fuck you’re making it worse- “I-I mean- You uh- You have lots of muscle a-and that’s a good thing! And you have pretty eyes- always a bonus!” Simon’s eyebrow slowly lifts, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Simon’s been called a lot of things in his life- but he’s realizing at this moment that no one has ever called his eyes pretty. They’re brown. He can recall Johnny referring to them as ‘shit brown’ more often than not.  And you just look so fucking adorable- continuing to ramble, but he’s hardly paying attention to the words now, watching your cheeks get darker, your hands gesturing with your words, nervously shifting on your feet as you try to ‘save’ the situation. Such a precious lil thing, too pure for this world.

Simon was enchanted at first glance.

Ghost decides he could be, too.

A pretty thing like you? In this world? Oh, love, that’s just not safe. You’re a lil bundle of nervous, clearly. How’d ya make it this far? Who made ya like this? Unsure, rambling, nervous? Ghost wants to learn you. Wants to figure out what events molded you into this cute lil thing. You clearly need someone- he won’t judge, Simon needs him, too.

Ghost decides he wants to know you. Simon has made that thought known.

“You know what? I’m gonna shut up!” You finally say, voice a higher pitch and the heat being felt in the tips of your ears at this point as you take a step away from the masked man, who you know you’ve done ruined the chance to know with your inability to shut the fuck up.

“Tell me yer name before ya do,” Simon says, voice smooth like it’s the easiest and most casual thing in the world.

He’s so… quiet. He let you ramble and make an absolute fool of yourself- but now he’s actually wanting to know your name?

After you manage to knock yourself out of your stupor, you finally offer your name to him, cheeks finally cooling down a bit. Only to heat back up once he repeats your name in that voice of his, all low and gruff- says it differently than anything you’ve ever heard before- like it’s something important, something that matters.

“Simon,” He supplies, adjusting his bags in one grip as he offers a hand to you.

Simon and Ghost are two very different people who share this skin suit.

But they both decide you’re theirs.

[moremaybank]

just read you're blurb and omg, I love it smm you are so talented I can't!!!

the best friends to lovers trope with jj has always been my fav and the way you write it has me fucking depressed (in the best way)

also I fucking need this man. imagine a soft, slow, deep make out session with him.... 🤧🤧

I LOVE YOUU

oh they could never take bsf!jj/in between!jj away from me !!!! (also ty for the love angel MWAH)

jj couldn't seem to remember what he was so afraid of. being with you, letting himself trust what was shared between you had felt so natural. it was crazy, but he finally felt like he was on solid ground.

well, except for when your lips were locking with his the way they were right now.

right now, he was levitating.

the honeymoon phase had been good to you both. hands never leaving each other's. lips never ceasing to worship every inch of skin that made up the being of their lover. it really seemed wrong to ever be doing anything else.

all he wanted was this. always this.

he had you on his lap, chest to chest. his hands clutched at your waist, holding you so tight as if he was trying to remind himself that you were there, that you were real. then, they migrated greedily up your back, fingertips digging slightly into your skin as they do so. he sighed into your mouth with bliss when your arms curled around the back of his neck, making it impossible to abandon you.

"y'taste good, baby."

he could barely get the words out before your bashful and giggling lips collide again. he moved to grip your thighs, kneading the flesh as your mouths moved slowly together. so deeply in sync that you could anticipate each other's next moves, grant each other's wishes without the other even having to ask. his tongue slipped past your lips, and it was like you were saying i love you over and over with every brush of your lips and stroke of your tongues.

you groaned when jj pulled away. he didn't go too far, but it was enough to make you pout in protest.

"where're you goin?"

his heart thumped uncontrollably at the way you looked. lovestruck eyes, blood-rushed lips, hands rubbing and pawing at his warm, toned chest through his shirt.

his thumb swiped over the curve of your chin, and your skin tingles gleefully at the contact. "jus' wanna get a good look at my dream."

"'m not a dream, j. i'm real."

he gives you a peck. "promise? 'cause if i wake up 'n you aren't here, i'ma be severely pissed off."

you giggle, nodding as you drape your hands on either side of his handsome face. your nose strokes against his. "promise. i'm all yours."

"damn fuckin' straight, baby."

concepts ; concepts (ii

[trippiexlove]

Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

[motheroffeline]

Can you do terry/yn get high for first time together and fuck? Lmaoo

OKKK I like it...

18+ Minors DNI!!!!!

Aaron Pierre x black fem! reader (Adrianna) Warning: some peer pressure, smut.

"Why are we about to do this again?" Aaron said with a concerned look on his face to Adrianna as she laid out all of the edibles Gina, Adrianna's friend, had bought from Hippie and French.

Adrianna was more than excited to try the edibles but Aaron on the other hand... not so much. Ever since he was a child his parents had preached to him that marijuana was a vice and that only hooligans smoked it and technically, he wouldn't be smoking it but some part of him felt rebellious.

"It's low-key not like we'll start hallucinating or something like that. It will wear off at like what... 13 minutes tops? Movies exaggerate that stuff, so people won't be open about marijuana. I'm honestly so excited because Gina was telling me it makes you calm forreal."

Adrianna continued to babble on and off about what the media got wrong about cannabis, but Aaron didn't hear a word of what she said. Shuddering at the thought of consuming a drug, sweat beaded up at Aaron's forehead.

Looking up at him from under her glasses, Adrianna put her hand on his shoulder looking into mesmerizing eyes that were threatening to shed tears. "Babe if you don't want to do it you don't have to y'know? I just wanted to try something new for once and if you don't then that's okay... I know how much you respect your parents even if you're well established now but what's wrong with living a little? If you hate it, we'll never, do it again... you listening to me?"

Adrianna rubbed soothing circles into Aaron's shoulder trying to relax him and some of the concern seemed to leave his face.

"Okay, I'll do it for you because I don't want you high by yourself." He sighed as he pinched his nose.

"That's the spirit babeeee." Adrianna cheered as she reached for the packet of skittles not bothering to read the dosage on the back.

"Okay, so I'ma get a handful, and you get a handful until we finish the bag. I knowwwww it sounds pretty crazy, but people don't even get really high off edibles it's all placebo effect."

"This feels like a horrible idea... you're the one in charge I guess." Adrianna giggled as she unzipped the bag and shoved a handful of skittles in her mouth crunching on them obnoxiously.

"This kind of tastes like ass not gonna lie." Adrianna remarked with a mouth full of skittles.

"They taste fine to me like regular skittles." Aaron shrugged as he ate more of them.

"That's because you used to eating ass! These some nasty little motherfuckers..." Adrianna grumbled as she ate more of the skittles.

Both of them sat on the living room couch watching a re-run of Fear Factor trying to keep their senses awake.

"I have never eaten ass..." Aaron said after some time causing Adrianna to bust out laughing.

"You might've ate somebody else ass then. Anddd the bag is empty now we just gotta wait." Adrianna crossed her legs over one another watching a girl chow down on some mountain oysters.

"I don't see how these people get on this show and eat such disgusting things I could never do that." Aaron said quietly as he watched a contestant try to beat the first contestants time for eating mountain oysters.

Adrianna pointed at the T.V. and said, "them look like yo balls." Aaron chuckled and shook his head at her words.

"Let me look at your eyes real quick... they a little red that probably explains why you just said that."

Adrianna leaned over closer to Aaron... "You know damn well I haven't had that dick in about 4 months... I get you doing all these interviews with what'shisname.... Kelvin, yeah your bestie but like what about me? Baby I be laid out on the bed for you when you come home and you just wink at me... What's going on for real?"

Aaron gulped, completely avoiding Adrianna's lingering stare because he knew all too well the lack of his sex life. Not only was it his professional life that was disrupting him but his insecurities. Most of his fanbase would never grasp that he could be insecure about himself, but he just felt so small compared to Adrianna even if she was just 5'3'' tall.

There was also a part of him that felt scared to release his dominant side. When the first time he met Adrianna on the board walk he was shy, and he had been for their entire 4-year relationship but tonight he felt like he had to change that if he wanted any kind of a sex life again.

Kelvin and his girlfriend were unapologetically romantic, but Aaron felt like he was missing that severely with Adrianna. She was a beautiful woman but most of the time Aaron felt like he needed to limit himself in order to let her shine instead of understanding that they both could shine equally together.

"Damn I feel heavy." Adrianna said in a hazy voice and Aaron looked at her with a heated stare.

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"Hmmmm why you looking at me like that and smiling? I know what that look is and I haven't seen it in 4 months. Not busy right now are you?" Adrianna leaned in as well looking at Aaron's light red eyes.

"I get what you saying and why you want me to pick it up... I'm doing all of these interviews, photoshoots, and movies so we can live in this nice house of ours but I should be loving you too I know that... I'm sorry for it all Adri." Aaron's sigh was cut off by Adrianna taking him a back with a heated kiss as she straddled him.

"Like it when you vulnerable with me like this makes me love you a little bit more. I think we need to set some goals up for tonight... You eating and fingering me, I'm sucking your dick afterwards, and after all the foreplay I'll let you do what you want that sound good?" Her words tickled his ear as she said them and he found his erection pressing under her round ass.

Adrianna climbed off of Aaron and propped a pillow under her head as she spread her legs.

"Come eat it, baby."

Aaron wanted to give in but he smirked at her. "You always bossing me around Adrianna... that's your personality but if you didn't know I can make you do some shit too and right now I want you to beg for me to eat it. I need to hear your desperation because it feels one sided right now..."

"Please, please, please baby can you eat it? Slobber all over it real nice and suck on my clit. Please... eat this pussy have your nose all up in it. Am I being good?" Adrianna's voice came out rough as Aaron gripped her thighs with both hands holding her open.

"I love it when you ask." Aaron chuckled before sliding Adrianna's tube top over her hand and pulling down her biker shorts with his teeth. She was shivering as her skin became exposed to the air-conditioned house and her mocha-colored nipples hardened under Aaron's penetrative stare.

"Your body ready for me already and I haven't done nothing yet..." Aaron murmured as his face inched closer to Adrianna's pussy the shiny pinkness of it beckoning him to lick the arousal away.

"Please?" Adrianna rasped again and Aaron indulged by flicking his tongue out and licking her clit in a quick motion before kissing it.

She groaned already wanting to push his head away.

"My mouth dry as hell... you gonna help hydrate me though won't you baby?" Aaron spoke through her folds and the vibrations caused her to whimper as she humped his face.

"This feels so fucking good babee... unhhhhh oh my yes!" Adrianna's head fell back against the couch pillow as Aaron started to suck her clit into his mouth. As she moaned, he inched his ring and middle finger into her tight opening causing a loud moan to ring out from her mouth.

Aaron's fingers started to become slick with her arousal some of it dripping down his forearm onto the couch. Luckily the maids were at their guest houses, so they were alone but Aaron knew that even if a 100 people were in the house right now he still could not contain himself around Adrianna.

"Gone ahead and let it out baby..." Adrianna cried out her release as she squirted into Aaron's mouth. As she came, Aaron pressed his lips even further into her clit causing her to squeal as he gulped down her juices.

"You know how you had these goals for us to complete? Fuck that. Let's be natural with it and right now it feels natural for me to want to fuck that pussy... look at that mess between your legs I know you ready for it..."

Aaron stood over Adrianna commandingly. "Open your mouth." He mustered enough spit and let it fall into Adrianna's mouth as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah you not the only one into shit like that. Come here..." Aaron picked Adrianna up from the couch and positioned her above his dick.

"Baby... I don't think we've did this position before." Adrianna said as Aaron slowly eased her on his dick.

"Just let me handle this you just stay looking at me so I can see you fall apart. Mhmmmm just like that..." Adrianna's wetness engulfed Aaron's dick and his knees almost buckled but he held himself together.

"I thought you supposed to be the one in control?" Adrianna teased while Aaron hissed at the tightness of her pussy.

"Shit I am but you hugging the fuck out of me down here." He slowly started to move her up and down on his dick and he groaned as he felt her cum frothing up around the base of his dick.

As his thrusts started to increase Adrianna moaned his name as her arousal started to leak from around his dick onto the marble floor.

"Ooooooo unh! Unhhhh! It feels like you spelling my name with the way you bouncing me on this dick." Adrianna's face was scrunched up with pleasure at the way his thrusts which cause his dick to jam right into her spongy, ridged spot.

"I am baby and that's why I keep hitting that spot. Your body knows what it needs you better cum all over this dick..." Aaron words forced themselves out as he practically used Adrianna as a toy trying to climb to his own climax.

She reached in front of their sweaty bodies finding her still sensitive clit and rubbing it until her pussy squeezed around him like she was doing kegels.

"Ohhhhhh Aaronnnn gonna cum baby gonna cum all everywhere! Mmmmmm unhhh unh yesss you all up in my stomach fuckk..." Adrianna let out a weak yell as her pussy squirted all over Aaron's dick.

"Damn you nastyyyy so nasty... I'ma cum in this pussy... you still on birth control?"

"Uhuhhh!" Adrianna almost broke her head nodding desperately wanting to feel his release inside of her and when it finally came it was a like a dam had broke.

"Ooooooo yes baby!" Aaron said with focused admiration as his release shot up into her.

"Thank you it has been too long Aaron..."

His arms slightly shake as his softening dick slides out of Adrianna and he staggers back on the couch.

"That was great." Adrianna said without a beat.

"Hell, that was more than great you need to get some more of those edibles from Gina."

"Not you saying that! You was the main one scared to do it and now look atcha."

"Guess you convinced me..." Aaron said as he closed his eyes both exhausted from overeating edibles and from having soul-altering sex with Adrianna.

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇; 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | college!reader, fluff, reassurance, support, boyfriend!JasonTodd, pet names: baby

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | This is for all my college girlies out there trying to survive this semester. Just a little message of comfort for those who already feel like giving up because they're drowning in some unnecessary but necessary work (me included) just understand at the end of the day, you did it, you did all that you could with little energy you had left, it may have not been enough for the professors, but it was enough for you because you cannot please everybody. You tried and that should be good enough. I believe in you, believe in yourself and keep thriving. Just take breaks, drink water and eat good cause you deserve it 🩷🦠 (for those who may have or thought about applying a request, I promise I'll get to them, it's just taking me some time because of classes brutally kicking my ass right now. I promise I have not forgotten you <3)

- ☁️

𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, overwhelmed and stressed to the point of no return. So stressed that I feel like dropping every class that's giving me a headache.

It's easy, real easy, but then again... I'm always reminded that I can do this!

I have the authority to finish strong, even when I feel like giving up. I do have the drive to finish what I can, because I know, I know I can do it. (Don't let the demons say otherwise!!!!)

And while I stand there with my hands against my face, tears spilling as I gaze over my laptop and the numerous paper work I have to complete, I feel a sudden strain of peace surround me. I feel this immense pressure of warmth and understanding comfort me like a blanket.

And as I want to hide myself and curl into a ball of doubt, I don't have the strength to do so.

"You got this, baby." I hear ever so gently, a trail of kisses lingering alongside my face to calm my chaotic mind. "I understand, I get it, it's a lot, overwhelming to the point you're drowning in it, but you can do it. You got this. You have the power to finish strong. Just take one step at a time." He reassures, caressing your skin beneath your shirt.

"But Jay it's so much, I mean look what I have to do!" I cry, whining practically with my hands out before me at the mess. "These professors think we can handle all this knowing damn well we got other priorities like WORK, A FAMILY TO TAKE CARE OF, AND KIDS." My eyes grew wide with each word as I expressed my frustration with bitter taste to my lips. I was beyond pissed, beyond mind blown at the audacity some of these professors had. I felt like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

He sighs with a small smile, "I know it's easy said than done but don't over stress yourself, don't over work yourself because that's how you'll give yourself an attack. Just take deep breaths, eat, drink some water--take little breaks in between if you have to--"

"But!--"

"No." He gives me a warning tone, his face furrowed as he glances at the side of my face. "Your health is more important than anything. If I was in your shoes I would honestly not give a fuck about what they think because no average person can handle all this work in one sitting. You gotta give yourself credit, baby. And besides," he turns my body to face him, his hands coming up to cup my face, thumbs stroking away the tears against my heated face. "I'm here to help too, ya know? You don't have to do this all alone, okay? I mean...I may not know everything but I'm willing to try. I'ma fast learner so it should ease some tension off ya, yeah?"

I nod, smiling past the tears, "thank you Jay." I bury my face in his chest, feeling his arms securely wrap around me as I cling onto him, staining his shirt with tears of relief and happiness.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓