#black readers

[neasoxi]

Bow coquette reader 🎀.

[babeyvenus]

Teasing — Simon "Ghost" Riley

This was very much inspired by Bluey

Just a blurb of fluff and Simon being a girl dad

It wasn't quiet in the Riley household. Ever. And he didn't want it to be, but… he'd really wish these two would stop picking with each other.

As he laid on the floor in his daughters' shared bedroom, he heard the two bickering and nitpicking with each other in their bathroom. " 'Mira, stop teasing your sister.", Simon softly complained from the floor as his daughters finished brushing their teeth for the night.

The two walk over to him. "She was teasing me first!", Samira, his oldest, said. "You were teasing me second!", Sabrina, his youngest, stomped her foot at her older sister.

Rolling your eyes, you walk into the room with a brush and a container full of rubber bands and barrets, ready to brush the girls' hair for the night. "I don't want any teasing, first or second.", you said, sitting on the younger daughter's bed as Sabrina climbed into your lap, ready to get her hair brushed.

Samira turns to you, finger jabbed into her father's direction. "But dad always teases us?", she said, making Simon pop up with a confused frown on his face.

"Me?? When?", he asked, feigning innocence. Samira and Sabrina exclaimed. "All the time!"

Simon knows his body fills the frame of every door in the house. He was practically the baby gate of each room when Samira was born, so he subconsciously made the game "password", knowing she couldn't get through.

"Password.", he says, as Samira would force her way into a room, but would go no further as Simon barely budged. "Sorry, there's highly sensitive information back here, no one gets in without a password."

Samira tries, "Uh… coconut?" Simon nearly snorts. "Nope." Samira tries again. "Fish fingers?" Simon smiles. "Guess again." Samira stomps her foot in irritation. "Dad!"

Simon chuckles. "Password's not teasing." Samira frowns. "Password is teasing.", she argued.

"And you make us reach for stuff when it's too high!", Sabrina nasally said with a pout. Simon gaped. "I do not!"

"Yeah, you do.", you say, finishing up Sabrina's seconds pigtail. Simon smiles at you. "You used to do it to me all the time. Still do.", you say, smiling.

Simon rolls his eyes, playfully. "Alright, alright. Maybe I do, just a little."

You scoffed with a smile. "Okay."

"And you pretend like you can't hear us neither!", your youngest complains to her father. "But I do hear you!", Simon told her, humored. Sabrina pouts, sniffling her stuffy nose, "Not all the time."

The girls loved being picked up by their father and Simon loved doing it, just to hear their bundle of laughs.

He'd always pick them up, lugging them over his shoulder and pretended to look for them. "Huh? Where'd you go, sweetheart?"

Sabrina would giggle. "I'm right here!", she exclaimed, bubbles of laughter exiting her as Simon would pretend to look for her throughout the whole house.

She'd pat on his back to gain his attention, but he'd feign ignorance. "Huh, that must be a harsh wind at my back."

"It's me!", Sabrina would laugh.

Simon chuckled. "I don't do it on purpose. You two will just have to try harder to get me to hear you. You're so tiny.", he said, ruffling the girl's head.

Samira let out a huff. "One day, I'll get even taller than you, dad."

Simon cupped a hand over his ear. "Huh? What was that?"

You and Sabrina laughed at his antics and Samira's appalled expression.

[tvgals]

ׂׂૢ BIG BANK TAKE LITTLE BANK

— baseball player! onyankopon x black! actress! reader .

I IMAGINE — it’s you, ony, and you two’s seven year old daughter. she’s an only child and she’s living absolutely lavishly. she has her own bedroom and walk in closet. she always has the best hairstyle, clothes and shoes in school.

“daddy!” her voice rang out from the bathroom where you were doing her hair. ony walked in and could only smile. “look!” she says, hopping down from the stool she was standing on and jumping into his arms. “do you like it?” she asks, a huge smile on her face. “i love it. mama did a good job, huh?” he asks, putting her down. “yeah!” you giggle and usher her to her bedroom to put her uniform for school on.

“i got a game tonight..” ony says, walking towards you — who was putting up all the hair supplies and cleaning up hair. “i know. please don’t act a fool out here, baby.” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. “i won’t i won’t. i know chloe watches my games, she shouldn’t be seeing that.” ony apologizes, pulling you into his body by the small of your back. “promise?” you ask, putting his face into your hands. “promise.” ony says, leaning down and kissing you. “now go help yo’ daughter lace up them jordan’s you bought her.” you said, patting his chest and walking down the stairs. while downstairs you start packing chloe’s lunch. once finished, you find her backpack (which was discarded behind the couch) and you open it up, going through the papers that were either badly folded or crumbled up. you threw some away until one paper caught your eye, less damaged than the others. you take it out and start reading it, a pang in your chest.

“my wish is for my mommy and daddy to be at home more. sometimes i stay at my grandmas house but she does my hair really rough and i like it when my mommy does it best. my mommy is an actress and my daddy is a baseball player so sometimes they’re not home a lot. daddy has a game today and i hope he does good. :)”

you smile at the note, folding it up and putting it in your pocket to show ony later. you take chloe’s backpack into the kitchen and put her lunchbox inside, writing a note onto a sticky note and putting it on her lunchbox. you check your apple watch and call chloe downstairs. you hear her bracelets and mini gold hoops in her ears clack while she’s walking down the stairs. “let’s go.” you smile, handing her her backpack. chloe says her byes to ony and you two get into the car. “chloe?” you say. chloe responds with a quick, “yes?” you sigh and turn on your turning signal. “do you think me and daddy aren’t home a lot?”

“just sometimes. like when daddy has games and you have to go make movies. i like grandma but sometimes she can be mean.” chloe says, messing with the hem of her skirt. “do you want me and daddy to stay home with you?” you ask, turning the corner and pulling into the schools parking lot. “yes. i have fun when it’s just us.”’chloe smiles, unbuckling her seat belt. you grin and get chloe out the car and take her into the school, watching her skip down the hall with her friends. how are you gonna tell ony that he can’t go to his baseball game tonight?

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[theeblackmedusa]

aim to please

pairing: fontaine x black!fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, language, fontaine thee munch, oral (fem receiving), there's a bush (he's a wilderness explorer idc), daddy is used one time, some use of aave (if you think you're correcting my grammar in some of the dialogue you're really not😭🫠)

a/n: just a short lil fontaine smut while i work on my other two fics for him. pls tag me in any fontaine or yo-yo fics y'all write bc i lovee this movie so much

"Shit, fuck. Fuck, Taine!"

You were talking nonsense as Fontaine's tongue worked against you. You were sensitive and tired, but if you even thought he would stop, your hand flew down to his head to push him deeper into you. He had you drunk on the feeling of his mouth, and you never wanted to sober up.

"Yeah, say my fuckin' name," he spoke against you as he ate you. "Who got you feelin' like this, huh?"

Your head fell back as the tip of his tongue swirled your clit and made your stomach coil. You could feel every nerve in your body buzzing and your throat was dry.

"Talk to me, baby. Use that pretty voice."

"You do, Taine," you managed to breathe out.

You were going on your third orgasm of the night dealing with Fontaine. You'd put yourself in this position, expressing that you'd never been properly eaten out.

"I let Kendell try once, but he couldn't get over the fact that I didn't shave, so I just made him stop," you said.

Fontaine had laughed at you, shaking his head. He was always amused by your choices in men, how you always seemed to pick the ones that couldn't get you off the way you needed. He'd always tell you that he'd be happy to do it for you, but you always dismissed it as a joke because Fontaine is Fontaine and you'd get attached if you let him fuck you, which is exactly what was happening to you now.

"Kenell stupid ass ain't shit if he can't handle a fuckin' bush. Shit ain't nothin' but some hair I can just move out the way."

Your mistake came when you doubted him, though, confidently telling him that it's not like he could handle it either and that he was all bark with no bite.

Maybe you'd been secretly hoping that Fontaine would feel a bruise to his ego and a need to prove something to you for insulting him. If so, your wish had come true.

Within minutes, Fontaine had your legs spread wide open as you sat back on your couch. It was as if he was starving, tongue lapping up all your juices like you were the finest wine. He'd been starving for you and he was finally getting a taste.

"I'm gonna cum again, Taine," you whined as you rolled your hips against his face, making him moan against you.

"Quit talkin' bout it and do it then," he replied, letting his eyes flicker up to you.

You wished you could take a picture of him. His eyes looked heavy as he looked up at you. He was dazed, addicted to the way you tasted.

He wasn't sure what the fuck was wrong with Kendell, but he didn't mind. You were all his. He couldn't imagine how he went so long without you, but he knew he couldn't go any longer.

You began to feel lightheaded as your orgasm began to wash over you and your legs trembled. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He didn't mind. If he suffocated, at least he'd die happy.

Fontaine's hands pressed against your thighs, keeping them open for him despite how they seemed to want to involuntarily squeeze his head between them. He'd save that for another time. Right now, he wanted to see every inch of your pretty pussy.

"There you go, baby. Show daddy how good he got you feelin',"

The sound of him sucking against your clit filled the room. It was loud and lewd and it made you shiver. Your mouth fell open as your chest heaved. The third orgasm ripped through you with a fierceness that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't help the whimpers that escaped you.

Pride rushed through him as you came on his face again. Just the thought of you getting off for him had his cock harder than it had ever been, and he couldn't wait to see if you felt jut as good as you tasted.

He wanted to claim you. To own you. He wanted to fuck deep into you and make you scream for him, spank that perfect ass until you were sore. He couldn't count how many times he'd pictured those pretty brown tits of yours in his mouth while you rode him. Fontaine wanted you to be absolutely his, and he was going go make you know that by the time he was done with you.

When your climax finally subsided, you pushed his head from you, too sensitive to bear the feeling of his breath ghosting against your clit any longer, and he grinned up at you with puffy lips and a wet beard. It was impossible to miss that look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know.

He wasn't letting you go anytime soon.

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let me know if you'd like to be added to either a john boyega or teyonah parris taglist bc i'm about to go crazy with their characters

tagging: @wakandas-vibranium

[suguruluver]

“you can take it”

warnings - f!reader, nsfw, 18+, angry sex?, praising, etc. lmk if i missed anything. please try to ignore any errors ❦ !!

summary - gojo catches you pleasing yourself and isn’t too happy abt it.. AHHHHHH.

wc - 765

you’ve never been this needy in a while. but your boyfriend satoru is working late tonight, again, so he won’t be home for a while now.

he hates when you leave him out, he hates being left out. satoru will find any chance to fill your desires. it has been a while since you guys did anything so maybe he won’t be so mad.

you reach into the special drawer next to the bed and take out your favorite vibrator. you were already soaked just by the thought of gojo fucking you. you turn the toy up to the max and place it on your puffy clit.

the vibrator sent chills up your spine sending signals to the ball of nerves in your clit. you get a little carried away and push two fingers in your cunt curling them continuously.

you hear the doors unlock. you were in trouble. you quickly turn on the tv and pull the covers over your exposed body.

“hi baby, im home!”

“ohh hey satoru, you’re home early.. i missed you!” you say with a shakey voice

“yup! i missed you too baby. it was an easy day, so my boss sent everyone home. but what have you been doing?” he says talking off his work clothes.

“o-oh nothing.. just watching some tv, heh.”

“why do you have the covers on? it’s at least 80 degrees in here” he says confused

“i just got cold. i ate the last bit of the ice so yeah” you lie

“what is that noise?? is it the tv?”

shit, the vibrator is still on vibrating against the bed. you move your hands underneath the covers quickly turning it off.

“y/n were you just playing with yourself? you know i don’t like being left out”

“u-uh no baby..”

gojo comes closer to you pulling the covers off.

“fuck y/n”

“why did you just lie to me?”

“because i thought you would get mad”

“oh im definitely mad” he says looking at your naked body tremble

you look down at gojos pants and see a large bulge growing. he’s turned on.

he starts to unbuckle his pants with urgency. his dick is so hard it’s hurting him. he needs a good fuck just like you do.

“open your legs y/n” he says sternly

you hesitate. but you want this so bad. why are you hesitant?

“open your fucking legs” looking deep into your eyes

he was so beautiful. those bright blue eyes. his skin was so perfect. it glowed. not a blemish in sight. his soft white hair shined effortlessly.

you listen and without any hesitation he’s pushes himself into you.

“fuckkk satoruu wait..— please” you beg

“hell no, this is what you wanted, right?”

he was so right.. you did want this

“answer me y/n.” “you did want this.”

“yes— fuck, i wanted this satoru.”

“that’s what i thought” he says thrusting into you harder. both of his hands reach for your waist keeping you from trying to run away.

“you’re so tight, squeezing me so good baby”

you’re speechless. his dick is so deep in you that you can’t even form simple words.

your eyes are closed shut. tears running down your face. gojo kissed you letting you know that you’ll be alright.

“its okay baby. you can take it.”

you hear a buzzing sound and before you can even open your eyes, he places the vibrator you were using on your clit.

“shittttt, fuck satoruu—“ you cry out from the amount of pleasure it just gave you

“mhm— i know baby let it out”

you can feel the knot in your stomach become tighter. you know that gojo is close too because of how much harder he was thrusting into you.

“damn y/n, im about to cum in this pretty pussy.” he says breathing heavily

“im coming satoru, fuckkk—”

with that, gojo lifts your waist up hitting your spot even more.

“come for me baby, please”

you start to spasm on his cock. your legs were shaking uncontrollably

your mouth is left in an “O” shape as you both release at the same time.

you both are breathing heavier and heavier.

“do you feel better love?” he says kissing your body

“mhm. a lot better, but are you still mad at me”

he shakes his head almost immediately “of course not baby, i just know how much you liked to get fucked when im mad” he explains

“let’s go freshen up” as he says that, he lifts you up carrying you to the bathroom

“just don’t do it again.” gojos says laughing

© suguruluver 2023

[mauvecherie-writes]

Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.

The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???

This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.

But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.

I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.

Do better by your fave writers 🩷

[selfishdoll]

࣪ ִֶ　𝜗𝜚　‧ MANI’S GRIMM RETELLINGS !

ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ through an era of frog princes & poisoned apples, witness the many stories starring reader and jjk men that take twists that range between innocent and quite deadly. each retelling is based off the grimm brother’s fairy tales (except greymist fair which is based off of francesca zappia) & will share elements.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. these fics are in celebration of 1k followers! thank you very much for the support & while it it a little overwhelming i’m extremely happy you all enjoy my works and much more. i’ve been wanting to do this for a while & decided now was the perfect time. with that being said if there is a character & fairy tale you’d like to request— please let me know! i would love to write for you.

WARNINGS BEFORE ENTERING THE FAIRY TAIL(s). while i am not one that typically writes dark content, i believe only one will have it (it’ll be obvious who). & when i say dark content i do not mean incest or stepest or rape. i mean killing, gaslighting, etc. such warnings will be properly tagged both here and on the actual fic. thank you. and these fics will have smut so please be wary.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ GREYMIST FAIR ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: RYOMEN SUKUNA

WARNING(S): strangers to lover(s) | reader is quite fearless & a little stupid | true form sukuna | double penetration | stomach riding | oral sex (f. recieving) | sukuna is amused by reader fr fr | rough sex | manhandling | minimal amounts of praise & degradation | overstimulation | spanking | cum denial | dacryphilia | etc

greymist fair was a simple village, known for the dangerous woods seated at the edge of the town. no one dared to enter in fear of what resided in them. yet the ever-curious and humble tailor known as [name] didn’t know the meaning of fear. she always teetered on the line of the forest, struggling not to enter. the older villagers would dissuade her, even shouting at her at times when she got far too close.

she was so tempted.. so.. desperate to see what was inside the forest. something was holding her back.

well that something dissipated the moment a body was found infront of the tree-line, causing the ever so curious, ever so nosy [name] to enter.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ BLUEBEARD ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: KENJAKU

WARNING(S): slightly dark themes | gaslighting | fear | horror | mentions of death & murder | porn with plot | kenjaku is a sweet husband.. on the surface | he’s possessive | praise | rough sex | manhandling | major & minor character death | etc.

being married off to the widowed kenjaku was supposed to be simple. he was a caring man, sweet and attentive to your needs— always listening, always there for you. you believed all was perfect, you were settled for life; surely.

things, however, take a dark turn when you noticed a foul odor from the basement within your lovely home. you ask kenjaku about it countlessly times yet he assures you it is nothing.

and well, your adoring, loving husband had no reason to lie— right?

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ ROBIN HOOD ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: NANAMI KENTO

WARNING(S): enemies to enemies with benefits(?) | buzzed sex | rough sex | nanami taking his frustration out in reader and she is 100% okay with it | praise & degradation | pet names (minx, brat, etc) | hair-pulling | cervix fucking | dumbification | dacryphilia | semi-public sex | etc.

constantly chasing a person was exhausting, wasn’t it? being right on their heels only to fail to capture them for the millionth time. that’s how nanami kento felt when it came to you, his town’s own little robin hood. he knew your identity, your cause, everything and yet— he never succeeded in capturing you. the frustration was clear with each step he took, with each visit to the tavern nestled in the corner of the town.

today was like any other, nanami failing to stop the weekly heist you conducted. he was tired, annoyed, and ready to drown his concerns in alcohol.

until he sees you, in his favorite spot.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ RAPUNZEL ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: TAKUMA INO

WARNING(S): strangers to friends to lovers | unrealistic hair length | reader’s hair is kinky & in braids to make it easier for me | porn w/minimal amounts of plot | slight breeding kink | pet names [beautiful, princess, etc] | praise | pussy drunk! ino | oral sex (f. recieving) | mf rambles so much | etc.

a sheltered young woman by the name of [name] resided inside a tower, kept in a hidden place within the vast forest. for years she longed for a visit besides her mother that only ever returned to brush and braid the beautiful locks that protruded from her head. she would spend days at the window, singing pleasantly in hopes of something, someone to hear. & her prayers are answered, one day.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ CINDERELLA ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: GOJO SATORU

WARNING(S): familial abuse | reader is treated as a maid | discrimination | fat shaming (from stepmother & step siblings) | ooc gojo | love at first sight | gojo is a prince | magic & what not | porn with plot(?) | praise | reader is chubby & curvy | pet names (beautiful, princess, sweetheart, mine, etc) | pussy drunk! gojo | he loves eye contact & talking | slight whiney gojo | etc.

your life was hell the moment your father was buried. you went from a loving family to a grueling partnership; forced to work to the bone to appease your step-mother and step-sisters. you hated it, hated them, and hated the life you were destined for. you wished for a night away from it all, to be a normal girl for once. of course, you would never get such a thing.

you weren’t even invited to the ball.

however, all hope isn’t as lost as you think the moment a woman sprouting wings appears infront of you and declares she will make sure you make it to that ball.

MORE CHARACTERS TO BE ADDED

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I FORGOT TO WISH MY BLACK MUTUALS, READERS, FOLLOWERS, FWENDS, FELLOW WRITERS & ANIME SLUTS A VERY HAPPY BHM!! SMACK A WHITE IF YOU HAVE TO THIS MONTH 🤎 🖤🤎 🖤🤎 🖤

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Drop It!

Warnings: Supernatural elements. Dead!Elvis. Reader’s father is dead. Reader denotes elvis to his face. Dilapidated Graceland.

Summary: It’s move-in day! Reader spends the day fixing up the house. By the end of the night, she just wants to relax but something, or someone, needs to talk to her.

A/N: I am fully aware that graceland is cared for and not at all in ruin but the story calls for it. I put a lot of thought into this series and i really want everyone to enjoy it! The story is inspired by my house and what it’s like living here. though i’ve never come face to face with my goulish friends, i do respect them. A small bit, while comical, is something i actually did experience. Granted, i never spoke to anyone, or at least, never got an audible response. Most of this series includes odd happenings that i’ve dealt with. Isn’t that fun? Non-beliver or not, i hope you enjoy it. Happy reading- Bee💕

September 2023

The keys resting in your palms bring nothing but joy, even after dealing with a snippy mother and grumbling movers on an overcast Thursday afternoon. It should've been alarming, the way that realtor hightailed it off the property, but you were just glad to get your hands on what once was a beautiful home.

Graceland had nearly fallen to ruin; once the previous owner's legacy began to deteriorate, so did respect for the house. Squatters, Drug dealers, vandals, this house has seen it all. Yet, under all that muck and destruction, you saw a chance to restore its beauty.

Your mother was a bit...perturbed by the decision, wondering what she had done in your childhood that could've led to this point. When the idea was first pitched, she laughed it off, assuming it was another one of your odd bouts, like it was some fairytale. So imagine her surprise when you tossed the paperwork onto the breakfast table.

Your mother's concerns only doubled when she actually saw the house. Move-in day is supposed to be exciting, and for you, it is. Pushing past the doors into your new home is something magical. You don't know where to start. The kitchen? The front room? Upstairs? It's all so tempting.

"Mama, this place, it's so beautiful. Doesn't it jus' make you wanna cry?" You exclaim, unable to contain the excitement rushing through your body.

"...That's...well, that's one way to put it." your mother says, watching for possible loose beams as you traverse through the house.

You kiss your teeth at her tone and begin rattling on about your ideas for the space.

"I can fix her up in no time. We can start with the walls; they only need a few patches and a fresh coat a' paint. Oh! And then we can work on the floors. And I'm sure we can find some replicas or have 'em made. I think-"

"Y/n!" your mother interrupts, "Rome wasn't built in a day, baby. Don't get too ahead of yourself. You already broke the bank buyin' this...place and-"

You shake your head "Mama, don't you know who used to live here? Daddy woulda-"

The older woman before you holds up her hand, face dropping into an unamused expression. "Don't compare me to your daddy; we never did have the same tastes. And of course, I know; Elvis was my crush before you were even thought of."

You tilt your head, shifting to move a box. "But you just said you n' daddy didn’t have the same-"

She cuts you off before you can finish your thought. "Hush up and listen to your mama." A chuckle leaves your mouth as she scolds you.

"After all this time, daddy still can't catch a break?"

Your mother lets out a saddened sigh, "Well, he may not be here physically, but pokin' fun at him is the only way I know he's still around."

Your shoulders drop, and you set the box down. Your father passed away six years ago; he didn't want his family knowing he was sick. You thought it was a cruel joke, some twisted prank set to traumatize you forever. The wails your mother let out that night on the kitchen floor told you otherwise. She tries to pretend but hasn't been the same since—the idea of remarrying tossed to the wind like a dandelion's pappi.

"Mama, don't you think daddy would've wanted you to let him go?" you lament, hoping your mother would consider it this time. But, alas, the notion is shot down once again.

"You may not believe in ghosts or the afterlife, y/n, but I do. Your daddy is always with me. It wouldn't be right to get hitched in his face."

You shrug and continue unpacking, "If you say so mama, I jus couldn't imagine stickin' it out till the very end." That statement seems to tickle your mama pink. "You ain't never been in love, sugar pie. When you meet your mister right, you'll know what I mean."

You purse your lips. Even while talking about her dead husband, she hints at your sad love life. To you, love is just a feeling, and the dead are just that, dead. So your mother's musings about 'ghosts' and 'true loves' are nothing short of fantasy in your world.

"O...kay. Well, we've got a lot to do, and we've been talkin' bout nothin' for ten whole minutes. Let's hop to it!"

Your mother rolls her eyes, "This ain't my dream house, honey. I ain't GOT to do nothin' but stay black and die."

"Oh, here you go with that mess. You agreed to help your only baby move in so that I wouldn't 'die in my sleep cause some spider decided to munch on me,' so don't give me none of that." You mock.

Your mother pops your arm and grabs a broom. "You yo' daddy's daughter, alright. Couldn't have got that mouth from me." She mutters.

For the next four hours, the two of you dispose of odd findings, scrub, wash, disinfect, and grumble through the house. By the time you finish, the home is as clean as clean gets. The sun has set, and all you want to do is eat and sleep. The last thing to set up is the bedroom.

You feel a little strange sleeping in a room that once belonged to such a legend, but he isn't here, and the house belongs to you. The wall of TVs would be dealt with later. For now, a flatscreen was simply placed in front of them; aside from that, you pre-ordered replicas of the bedroom furniture, not wanting to personalize too much.

After kissing your mother goodbye, you trudge up the stairs, stopping halfway to crack your back. Once you return to the master suite, flopping on the bed only seems fitting. A groan escapes you as you realize you still need to shower. Rolling over, you grab a towel from your suitcase, lay out some pajamas on the center of the bed, and head for the bathroom.

While waiting for the water to warm, perched on the porcelain throne, the lights flicker. You'll need to replace the bulbs later; simple fix.

When the water reaches hell, you waste no time jumping in. It soothes your aching body, and all of the tension from today washes down the drain. You hum a nonsensical tune to keep you entertained while you clean away the dirt and grime. In the middle of the improvised song, a crash steals your attention.

You finish rinsing and shut off the water, quickly making your way to the bedroom door. You aren't going to investigate; too bright (or too experienced in the horror genre) to even give that a thought. No, you lock the door and mind your business; that is a morning problem.

When you turn back to retrieve your nightwear, you find them on a chair in the corner of the room. Odd. You could've sworn you left them in the middle of the bed. Whatever, you think as you throw them on.

Plopping down on the edge of the bed, you grab the remote and turn the TV on—finally, a moment of peace. You flick through Netflix, desperate to find good background noise. Landing on your favorite show, 'The Good Place,' is enough for you. It's ironic, don't believe in anything after death, or love, and here you are, watching two dead people fall in love.

Halfway through Episode six, the source of entertainment shuts off. You huff; it was getting good too. The remote is behind you, out of reach, so you aren't exactly sure what could've caused this.

"Probably just a glitch," you mumble, turning the TV back on and resuming your minor addiction. This time, you place the remote on the dresser, ensuring no interruptions.

Despite your effort, it happens again; A guttural noise leaves your body. You're broke in a house that's falling apart with no man, pets, and no energy. TV is the one pleasure you have left, and even that is beginning to frustrate you.

Repeating the process, you hold the remote in your hands, eyebrows raised, daring your peace to try and leave again. After a few moments, you sigh in relief as the halfway point passes and set the remote down. As soon as it comes in contact with the plush, black comforter, the TV again fails you.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." You exclaim.

"Ladies shouldn't swear; ain't attractive." A voice bellows from behind you. A shrill shriek is all that is heard as you scramble off the bed. Your eyes search for the source but find nothing. Slowly, you creep toward the bed and snatch up the remote. "Can't go downstairs till morning, and I'm losin' it in here. What a night." You whisper.

A shiver rolls through your body, and you decide it's better to sit on the floor. Again you try with your tv (which you will be returning in the morning), and of course, that doesn't last long.

"Sugarpie, I don't wanna see that junk. If you're gon' watch somethin' in my bed, I suggest it be somethin' good. Not some trash show that don't know the first thing bout bein' dead." The strange voice booms again.

This time when you jump out of your skin and turn to face the intruder, you see what you can only assume to be the world's most accurate Elvis impersonator.

"What the hell are you doin' in my house?!" You screech, "Get out! Get the hell out."

The man before you is nowhere near ready for the projectiles flying his way. Clothes, shoes, books, and a stuffed bear. You name it; it's flying at his head.

"Hey! I—I said—, goddamn! You got an arm on ya! Put the—,"

Elvis can't even finish his sentence as you continue to fling whatever you can at him.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House!" You grunt, each word punctuated with the throw of an object. The tall, blue-eyed stranger ducks and dodges with precision, but when he sees you getting ready to toss a picture frame, one you no doubt failed to realize the importance of in your defensive state, the fun and games stop.

"Drop it! Drop that damn picture right now! Your mama would tan your hide for days if she saw that you broke that frame." Elvis booms.

Your chest is heaving, and you blink, glancing over at the photo.

"S'your daddy, right? Y'all were talkin' in the kitchen bout how it's the last thing he gave ya. You promised ta take care of it. So drop it."

You nod and gently place the photo on the bed, reaching for a good substitute.

"Jus—Just how long have you been here?" you question, ready to launch the lamp in your hand. Elvis ponders for a moment. "What year is it?" He asks, seeming genuine. You quirk an eyebrow, unamused with the game he's playing. "You can't be serious."

He looks at you expectantly, waiting for an actual answer. Your phone is across the room, and the chances of getting past this psycho-wannabe Elvis are slim to none. So, you entertain him. "It's twenty-twenty-three, you should know that." You say, face stoic.

Elvis's eyes widen, "Twenty- Good lord!" He chuckles in disbelief.

"Well, to answer your question lil' mama, if that's true, I've been here for sixty-six years if you're countin' when I bought the house."

You shake your head; there's no way the idiot in front of you is this dedicated. "Yeah, sure, I reckon you want me to believe you're Elvis Presley himself. Is that what this is? Some attempt to scare me?"

Elvis chuckles and shakes his head, "No, ma'am. Ain't no pretendin' round here. I'm the real deal."

You can't help the cackle that slips past your lips.

"My ass!"

Elvis's smirk fades, "I told ya that shit isn't cute. And if ya don't believe me, try to shake my hand." He says, extending the appendage forward.

You scrunch your nose, "Now, why would I do that?"

He shrugs, hand still held out.

"Well, I ain't goin' nowhere for a long time n' you're the first person to see or hear me in ages. Whether ya do or don't, it really ain't too concernin' for me."

You sigh, knowing this is how dumb girls in movies usually meet their end. Can't believe m'doin' this. Shakily, you extend your hand, and when it meets his, it goes right through. You gasp as the limb turns to smoke before materializing again.

"Sweet jesus," you sputter.

"I wouldn't know if he was sweet, I ain't met him yet." Elvis jokes. You back away, very spooked.

"T-This, this isn't possible. Ghosts they—they aren't-"

"Real?" Elvis cuts you off, "Yeah, I heard that part too, jus didn't wanna scare your mama, so I waited till it was jus you n' me."

You scoff, offended, "My mama gets a pass, and I don't?"

He chuckles and sits on the bed, "She believed, you didn't. For someone with a gift this great, ya sure do love ta act like ya don't know what she's talkin' about."

You fold your arms, looking down, "I don't have-"

"Oh, yes ya do. Don't give me none of that. I spent the whole afternoon chit-chattin' with your old man. "

Your head snaps up, eyes meeting his. "You spoke to my daddy? How is he? Did he ask bout mama? Because she'd be thrilled. I gave up. I knew I shouldn't have. I'd been tryin' to reach him since he died, but he never-" The smug look on Elvis's face shuts you up.

"Well, first off. Why would ya need to call a man who's in the same house as ya? Second, you'd been tryin' so hard to find happiness for a woman who don't need it, that ya pushed your daddy away anytime he tried. A ghost can only do so much without scarin' someone half to death, baby."

This is all too much; Ghosts exist, Elvis Presley is in front of you, and your daddy hasn't moved on. Mama was right. You lift the covers and shimmy under them.

"I need to sleep on this. Jus—I...I don't know where you go, but scram for the night please."

Elvis chuckles, nodding. In a flash, he evaporates, fumes left behind as he finds another room to settle in.

You breathe through your nose as you think. What a night indeed, miss y/n.

Taglist: @prayerstopresley @powerofelvis @re3kin

[neasoxi]

Reading is my therapy.

[babeyvenus]

Nurse and Care

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!black!Reader

TW: Nothing but fluff and a child

1/?

After a semi-successful mission, you and the 141 squad were exhausted.

Missions usually didn't take longer than three days but being on constant edge and finishing up your tasks were no easy accomplishment.

"We need to camp somewhere.", Soap grunts out. You, Soap, Ghost and Alejandro leaned against trees, watching from a distance from your previous destructive position.

Each of you were scraped up, some a little more damaged than the others, but otherwise still standing.

You looked around, recognizing a familiar tree line past a hill and smiled a bit. "I got somewhere we can stay. C'mon.", you nodded your head and led them to a house big enough for a family of 6.

You ducked down, signaling them to do the same as you led them through a silent neighborhood to avoid questions. It was only hard because of Soap's constant questioning.

Ghost and Alejandro had to glare at him to shut him up, but he was just as curious.

Sneaking them in the backyard was the easy part.

Walking them up to the back door, you found a spare key in the plant pot next to the door and opened it. Peeking your head in, you looked around, finding the kitchen empty and walked inside.

The men cautiously walked in, looking around. Ghost took in the smell of coffee. It was bitter. He would've liked it if he wasn't in discomfort.

There was a shelf that held containers of Folgers coffee. They didn't look open, but he could smell them.

He watched as you looked around, finding the living room. He tensed up as you let out a patterned, cautious whistle.

A couple of seconds, they waited until they heard small, thumping footsteps. They got louder and closer from the stairway near the front door.

A little girl, seemingly no older than 8, came peeking around the staircase and brightened as she saw you. Her little curls bounced around her tiny ears as she ran to you, arms wide.

Smiling wide, you knelt down, taking the running girl in your arms as you two laughed. The men behind you looked shocked. Ghost was very curious. He felt like he intruded into something he shouldn't have.

"You're a mom?", Soap spoke up. You gave him an unimpressed look. "No.", you say. You might as well have been.

Ghost watched as you smiled at the men, holding the girl in your arms as if she were an infant, walking up to them. "This is Alice. My niece.", you introduced.

Soap and Alejandro smiled. "Could've fooled me. You two are identical.", Alejandro said, raising his hand to shake Alice's smaller one. "Encantado de conocerte, pequeña señorita."

You smiled. "This is Alejandro.", you introduced.

Alice looks at you with curious eyes. "Like my friend Alejandro?", she asks. You nod, "Yeah."

She turns to him with a big smile, "¿Eres amiga de mi tía?"

The girl's speech shocks the men. Alejandro's eyes light up as he nods enthusiastically. "Si. You speak Spanish?"

You shrug as she nods. "It's a learning requirement for schools around here. They're usually supposed to learn in middle school, but she's learning something.", you explain.

Soap raised his hand to shake hers next. "I'm Johnny.", he says, smiling. You, Ghost and Alejandro look at him in astonishment.

"Oh, she can call you Johnny, but if I do it, it's a problem.", you say, feigning offense. Soap looks at you with wide eyes, "I can't have her calling me Soap. She'll laugh at me.", he mumbles through his teeth.

You turn to Alice, eyebrows raised. "His name's Soap.", you say, much to Soap's disappointment as he looks at you with a dropped jaw.

Alice laughs, making you grin. "Kids are brutal.", Soap mutters. Alice turns to Ghost who hadn't said anything either. He hadn't bothered to speak up either.

You frowned a bit. Was he not good with kids? Was this a bad time?

He shocks his teammates, though, by stepping up and holding his hand out to the girl. Alice's smile never left her face and grew as she lifted her own and shook his giant hand.

"I'm Simon," He introduces. Your jaw drops. The man won't admit it, but he was unnerved. There was a child in the house. Surrounded by people that had weapons.

Was this really a safe place…? For them? For her?

Alice hums as she looks at the men, pointing to each of them. "Uncle Soap, Uncle Alè, and Uncle Simon."

You look at her with wide eyes as the two shorter men softened. "Okay, now.", you say, letting her down.

"Where's your daddy?", you asked the girl. She looked up at you. "Daddy went to go see his friend. He told me to hold down the fort.", she said, smiling proudly.

"You did a good job, too.", you praised. The men looked at you with a questioning look. You looked at them, rolling your eyes and mouthed to them, "He went to go fuck."

They nodded in understanding. Ghost frowned. The circumstance reminded him of his brother again. Having to take care of him and get him to do better.

Alice's mom, your sister, died a couple of years ago. It hit you hard and was even harder on your brother-in-law. He had to deal with the fact he'd had to become a single dad.

You tried making it easy on him by co-parenting to raise Alice, but having to be taken by your job constantly, it made him step up a bit. You appreciated it, but he was still kinda half assing being a parent if he kept leaving her to go "have fun".

Alice's proud grin got wider until she really got a look at all of you. You all looked beaten and dirty. She caught onto the scraped, bloody knuckles of yours and gasped, causing all of you to tense up.

"You're hurt!", she exclaimed. You relaxed, a small smile coming to your face once more. "Go get your first aid kit.", you say, making her grin and rush off. "I get to use my hello kitty bandaids!", you all heard.

"Hello Kitty bandaids?", Soap asked. "You got a problem wearing the bandaids, MacTavish??", Ghost asks, a light teasing tone to his voice as you all made it to the dining room.

"She already destroyed my manhood by laughing at my callsign. What's the harm in getting cat bandages?", Soap said, sarcastically. You and Alejandro chuckled.

You heard small, rushing footsteps entering the room. The small girl happily caught her breath as she showed her kit.

"There we go.", you praised, picking the girl up and putting her on the counter of the kitchen bar.

"Who's got the most injuries?", you asked the men sitting at the dining table. Alejandro was first.

You helped him with stitching his side while Alice was thankfully distracted and distracted him by finding scrapes on his face, replacing the exposed injuries with bandaids.

Next was Soap who welcomed the care from the little doctor. He was used to having his nieces and nephews experimenting on him, so this was no different.

After the two were taken care of, they were sat in the living room, it was Ghost's turn. He quietly protested, promising it wasn't bad. But with a fixed look you sent him and a pleading look from Alice, he sighed through his nose and accepted his fate.

You checked his heavier wounds which made him tense that he couldn't have his gear on in an unknown place, but understood it'd make healing and patching him up difficult for you to do.

Alice, not bothering with his mask, settled on giving his arms and elbows bandages wherever she saw a cut.

You had to deal with the bigger cuts on his sides, disinfecting and patching them up. He couldn't say he hated it, though the same thought ran through his head as he glanced at Alice.

She shouldn't be a part of this.

After that was done, it was your turn, happily letting the girl patch you up.

Ghost didn't move in the living room. Instead, he stayed and watched you and your niece converse about her day. Seeing something as normal as this was… a light feeling for him.

He could feel the corners of his mouth turning up just by a little though. This was your life. Your normalcy. And even for a second, he was a part of it. He was appreciative.

He even nodded along to Alice's questions, answering them as light as he could, much to your surprise. The crawling dread in his stomach almost dissipated, just by a little, seeing the little girl was still as bright as he met her. Not a single thread of fear lingered off of the girl, unlike some of the kids he's walked past in his neighborhood.

You let Alice run off to her room after finishing her nursing before turning to your lieutenant. "Sorry about her. She tends to go a little overboard with her… equipment.", you say, giving him a smile.

He shook his head. "It's fine." He watched your smile grow, thankful for his sincere behavior.

"She acts just like you. Mother Henning.", he mutters, making your jaw drop. "I do not.", you counter.

He looks at you, a challenge in his eyes. "Mhm."

You scoff with a smile, washing up to make some food. You all were safe for the moment. Wouldn't hurt to have some food until you find your way back to base.

Without a word, Ghost helps, much to your surprise. "Didn't know you cooked.", you muttered. "Just a little.", he replied.

Well, he was doing much more than you expected and helped make plenty of portions of the meals you prepared.

You couldn't lie, it warmed your heart a bit to have your lieutenant: the hard ass, blunt, lonely ghost of a man, help with something so… domestic and soft.

Kinda the opposite of who he was, or at least what he showed on the outside.

While you were in your thoughts about his behavior, he couldn't help but notice your sudden soft smile as you cooked. Nonetheless, he knew you were happy he just couldn't bring himself to question it.

[tvgals]

OMFG I LOVE YOUR WORKKK !

I was wondering if you could do a hoochiemama! Reader x toji ?? I've gotten into the hoochiemama aesthetic and I feel like you'd be the perfect person to write this!

THANK YOU (x2) and this idea is so cute 💞

toji sat on the bed scrolling through netflix as you were sat at your desk getting ready for a photo shoot you had. “damn, this rubber bands ain’t good for shit.” you mumble, earning a low chuckle from toji. you look back at him with a playful mean mug on your face and turn back to your desk and look into your hair box, sifting through to find more rubber bands. “shit. toji, baby, i’m finna go to the hair store.” you tell your boyfriend, sliding your feet into your house shoes and grabbing your keys.

“lemme come.” toji groans out while trying to get up, throwing the remote onto the bed and he slides into his own nike slides. “hurry up, i’m finna go.” you call out to toji, who was searching for his other shoe. “gimme a second, baby!” he says, smiling to himself when he sees his shoe under the bed. he grabs it and slips it on, walking out of you two’s bedroom with a proud look on his face. “cmon.” you say, a smug look on your face. you open the door and let toji walk out, closing and locking the door before walking down the stairs to make it to your car. you unlock the door to your pink wrapped mercedes benz. you hop into the drivers seat and watch toji struggle to get in due to his size. “get yo big ass in the car!” you yell, leaning over the console with your forearm.

“damn, i’m trying!” he says, finally compressing his body into the passenger seat. you giggle and turn the car on, using your knuckle to insert your key. “why do you wanna go to the hair store with me?” you ask, backing out of the parking lot and driving around a few corners. “because you always get so excited over going and i wanna see what it’s all about.” toji shrugs, a grin appearing on your face when you see the sally beauty sign. “okay okay, don’t let me get nothing else out here ‘cept for some rubber bands.” you say to toji, him nodding along with your words. you take the keys out of the engine and get out, making sure you have everything on you. as soon as you walk in, you’re hit with the smell of hair gel and track glue. you slowly walk around the store in search of rubber bands and occasionally another wig…or a pair of lashes..or some press ons…

“just rubber bands, pretty girl.” toji chuckles, watching you throw other beauty products in the basket.

“yeah yeah.”

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[nieceeee]

I usually don’t like to jump into chaos but let me say this. The term “blush” is an action. It is something that the body does. When someone is excited or nervous, the heating up of the face is caused by blood rushing to the face and tinting those areas.

Yes. Black people can blush. I, as a brown skin black woman, blush. Is it harder to see on certain pigments? Yes it is. But we can blush.

Black people come in all shapes and sizes and colors. So when writing those are things we need to understand as black writers. We have different hair textures and skin tones and features. We are literally a rainbow of beautiful shades and shapes.

So when someone is writing a X black reader, we need to keep in mind that we are able to do these things. I for one at a brown skin girl with curly pink hair and moles that look like freckles, so of course I will write about those features. Same as black women can write about their dark brown skin and laid lace fronts. Or a beautiful albino character or a black character with vitiligo. We can do it all. So don’t limit your writing because our people are not limited in their features.

That’s all😘

[kaiathedenian]

from the edenian library 📖🌿

synopsis: after a good drink and conversation, those mysterious and devilish eyes of kano's lead you to a good time in the woods...

pairing: kano (mk11) x fem reader

warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of alcohol, rough play, male dominance, oral (f receiving), and unprotected intercourse

word count: ~1,600

a/n: originally shared as "a kano quickie" on my primary blog.

It’s the weekend, which means the dive bar you like to hideout in is now packed and noisy with locals. It doesn’t bother you as you’re still able to order quickly and sit down at the bar with your fave beer, taking a few sips and savoring the flavor as you glance around the crowded bar. Your eyes almost immediately land on a tall man in a white tank that clings to his muscular body at the other end of the bar.

You’ve never seen him here before and surely you’d remember him with his right eye red and glowing like a laser beam behind the silver plate seemingly attached to his face. And what a face, you think to yourself. He’s strikingly handsome, even with the intimidating eyewear... 

You can’t take your eyes off him, trying to yank your gaze away before he notices, but it’s too late. He catches you staring and shoots you a handsome smirk that makes you tremble a bit, but you smile back. That’s when he starts to weave between the crowd to get to you as you cradle your beer in your hands. He asks if you'd like another since he can tell you let it get warm, noting the lack of condensation on the bottle, but compliments your taste since he's holding the same beer in his hand. You take him up on his offer and he orders another round for you both.

You talk about other types of lagers you both like for a bit, but it's clear by the way his eyes are crawling along your body in your snug-fitting t-shirt and denim mini shorts that he's thirsty for more than beer. You think he’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever laid eyes on, although you can tell he’s more brutish than the men you're used to, but you're feeling tipsy and flirty and his hand on the small of your back makes you want to feel his fingers between your thighs.

When he brings his lips close to your ear, his voice deep, husky, and coated in an Australian accent, and asks you if you want to ditch this place, you eagerly agree. He digs in his pocket and tosses a crinkled $50 bill on the bar before he guides you from the bar and outside, his hand slipping from your back to your ass as he gives it a firm, playful slap.

You think he's about to take you to his place where you'll have more privacy, but he leads you straight across the parking lot and into the woods. The glow from the bar and the moon above becomes just a slither of light between the trees as he pulls you by the hand into the woods before stopping in his tracks and yanking you towards him. He puts his mouth on yours, his kiss a little messy but sexy as he plays with your tongue and gropes your ass in his hands. You feel his dick growing hard as he presses it on you, and you have a feeling it's as big as he is.

He then pushes you up against the nearest tree trunk, his lips moving to your neck as he pries one hand off your ass to squeeze your breast and play with your nipple through your shirt before he snatches it and your bra down to expose your skin and put his mouth on it. You moan softly from his tongue flicking on your nipple, but it doesn't last long as he spins you around and positions you to bend over, making you use your hands to grip the tree bark for support. He runs his hands up your waist, massaging both your breasts from behind before he grabs your hips and tugs down your shorts, instructing you to step out of them.

He makes quick work of your panties, too, reaching down into his boot and pulling out a knife. You feel its cool blade on the skin of your hip as it slashes through the fabric. You're shocked and a little upset as you liked those panties, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He simply sinks to his knees, grabbing handfuls of your ass again and smothering his face in your pussy. You think he’s trying to make you feel better after ruining a pair of panties you liked, but you quickly realize he’s eating your pussy because it gets him off.

You hear him moan slightly against your pussy as his tongue spreads you open for him, slowly licking in between each fold and making you wetter and softer as he explores every inch of you. You moan back to him, louder when he flattens his tongue on your clit and laps at it. You turn back to look at him and see him enjoying himself so much that his cargo pants are bulging at the crotch, dick fully hard now. You can tell it must be needing attention as you watch him free it from straining against his zipper. He slowly tugs at it as he eats you out, the higher your moans become, the faster he strokes it until he's fully jerking his dick in hand, his pre-cum drooling from the tip and dribbling down his fingers, making it easier for him to pull his dick to the sounds of you cumming on his tongue.

He keeps licking you as you cum like he’s obsessed with the taste of you, and you have to beg him to stop as you're almost too sensitive to enjoy it. He doesn't listen as you tremble and squeal, only coming up for air when he's ready to slide his dick into you from behind. You feel him grab your waist before he does, and the surprise of feeling his warm, naked, thick dick nudging into your pussy makes you gasp then moan when you settle into the delicious way he feels inside you.

He is just as big as you thought he'd be and he has to take an extra few seconds to work his dick into you, slowly moving his hips back and forth to push it in inch by inch and make your pussy yield to him. You can't stop moaning, your pussy tender from your orgasm and now being stretched open by his massive dick. When he finally sinks it all the way in, he starts to fuck you like he's irritated that it took so long, holding you by the hip with one hand and grabbing a handful of your hair in the other to pull your head back a bit as he pumps with quick thrusts that make your ass jiggle against him and your breasts swing before they're shoved up against the tree bark, his strokes becoming deeper and harder.

He puts lips on your neck again as his dick pounds in your pussy and makes your knees weak, your moans echoing throughout the woods. You feel like he’s fucking you rougher than you're used to, the satisfying pain making you cry out to him as he pins you to the tree and drives his dick into you over and over. You would moan his name but you don't quite remember what it is. You hear him start to grunt and you're excited to feel him shoot his cum on your ass, but suddenly you feel its sticky warmth spurting in your pussy as he thrusts his pulsating dick as far inside you as it can go, his body shuddering slightly against you as he squeezes you in his hands, and his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he groans his pleasure.

You can't deny that it feels sexy, his dick twitching deep inside of you as he drains himself. You start to moan back, liking the feeling of his cum coating your pussy walls. When he finally pulls out, a quick jerk that leaves you feeling empty and missing his dick inside of you already, you can smell his cum as it starts to drip from your pussy hole that's been opened wide by his thick dick. He grabs your panties from the soil and attempts to clean up the mess he's made of your pussy by wiping at it with the tattered fabric, but you tell him to leave it, letting him know you appreciate the helpful idea but rather not rub dirt on your intimate area. He scoffs and uses it to quickly clean his dick before you both pull back on your pants. You can’t help but laugh at the brute as you both begin to walk back to the bar.

You expect him to join you inside for another beer as you could use the hydration, but he halts behind you, grabbing you by the arm and swinging you around to pull you back to him and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and it makes you horny all over again. You feel him grip your ass in hands, his fingers slipping inside your back pocket. You barely notice as his strong body on yours and his tongue in your mouth is making your pussy throb for him. But then he pulls away and tells you to have a nice night as he walks backwards a few feet to his motorcycle, climbs on, and revs up. You watch him zoom away into the distance, feeling blissfully turned out by this sexy, mysterious man who's name you're struggling to remember because you're tipsy.

You're disappointed because you're sure you'll never see him again as you're regular at this bar and he seemed to just be passing through. You chalk it up to a hot one night stand and shove your hands in your back pockets as you stroll back to the bar. You feel a piece of paper in the left one that wasn't there before and you fish it out to look at it. You see it's a ripped piece of napkin with the name “Kano” and a phone number scribbled on it. You imagine he wrote it earlier before he approached you, and planned to give it to you before you both stepped outside.

Either way, you stuff the napkin back in your pocket, already planning to give him a call tomorrow night...

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[velvettequila]

Lovesick

Tw: stockholm syndrome infered cannibalism kidnapping prey and predator shit

Hannibal was always quiet withheld, he watched like a predator when he saw you he was in love you were his he had to have you. You now walked into Hannibals office daily you had lunch with him, you may have been able to turn a blind eye to his cannibalism but you couldn’t participate, you always had him prepare separate meals yours with non human flesh. Hannibal didn’t mind of course you were his now his younger wife by many years who he doted on and adored since he caught you.  You continued your walk into his office after greeting his lovely secretary she was an older woman just keeping herself occupied in her retirement. You knocked on Hannibals door not bothering to wait for an answer, you opened to your surprise seeing his client Will, he looked at you suprised not knowing who you were Hannibal stood up to his height “ Will this is my wife (your name)” . You smiled back warmly at will as he looked puzzled “ I wasn’t aware you were married Hannibal” Hannibal took his wedding ring out of his shirt pocket putting it on avoiding clients bringing up his personal life “I like to keep my personal life close”. Hannibal walked will out as you setup ur lunches as you did every day, you had come to enjoy it not wanting to be a housewife at first fighting Hannibal against it daily, u getting punished in return. Hannibal returned wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, you applauding him for his cooking skills yet again. You talking about your day and him bugging u to consider a child. You left awaiting ur lunch tomorrow this same things u and your husband ur sick but the husband you are lovesick for.

Lil note - I made this for @milknhonies after her hannibal post the other day it just reminded me of my hannibal love and I just had to release a little short for her

[demiesworld]

to my black readers i have a question for yall. so when yall be searching for a character x reader fic, do you go in the search bar and type for example, "gojo x reader" or "gojo x black!reader"?

me personally i go and type "x reader" at first but since majority of the work is not brown skin friendly, i end up going onto "x black reader" tags and finding some content there.