#cr0wnwritesit

[daydreamingsirens]

It starts with a simple text.

You tryna fuck or nah?

Well shit he couldn't get more direct than that. You liked that about him, he didn't fuck around; he told you what he wanted and when.

And that's where you found yourself. Face down, ass up with his arms around her hips and his face buried in it.

You hiss as he slaps your ass and presses the flat of his tongue against you and drags it up slowly, laughing as he feels you turn into a quivering mess. Not to be outdone or laughed at, you throw your hips back and sway from side to side.

“Is that all you fuckin' got? You woke my ass up for this—ooh.” he closes his lips around slick flesh and slurps. You took that as your cue to stop talking, spread your thighs wider, and press your chest into the quilt. He moves back and surveys his work, watches rivulets of spit drip down into the covers before he straightens up and slides his dick through the mess.

“It wasn't like you was really sleep though. I mean unless you fall asleep with ya phone in hand, waitin' on my texts and shit. Obviously you wanted this dick.” he gives you a silly ass look and you roll your eyes.

“Keep lookin' like that and I'mma take my ass back to sleep, fool.”

“Nah,” he barely presses the tip inside, just enough for you to feel it and moves back before you can thrust back on it, “what you gon' do is take this dick right here. Now throw that ass back and quit fuckin' playin'.” He holds his dick steady as you throw your hips back and sheath him in one smooth movement before he grabs your hips and thrusts without a second thought.

“Ooh s-shit.” you moan and buries your face in your arms as he smacks your ass hard, the sound vibrating around the otherwise silent room.

“Yeah, throw that shit back.” he meets you thrust for thrust, his bruised hands splaying across your lower back as you move, slapping sounds filling the room. He hears your muffled whines and grabs your hair, pulling your head back up, “Now what was you sayin', I need you to repeat that.”

“I s-said—ooh—fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you fucked up whoever you fought earlier.” he tugs your hair a little harder as he pistons his hips faster, feeling you clench and loosen whenever he'd dig his nails into your hip. He strokes over your spot and you holler.

“Yes! Right there, fuck, right there!” sweat drips down your face and you doesn't give a single fuck that you're sweating your hair out or that you might wake someone up as you grip the quilt and cant your hips back and feel one palm connect with the thick flesh of your ass and the short fingernails on the other hand dig even further into the skin on your hip.

“What's my name?” he says as he tugs your head back up, wrapping the soft strands of hair around his hand.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, Fontaine!” you sob as you feel yourself gush. He pulls almost completely out and slams back inside, making your knees wobble and the bed frame shake dangerously.

“Fuck yea. Scream that shit baby, I can't hear you!”

“Fontaine! I-I'm cum—ah!” you scream as you reach your peak. Fontaine slows his pace and fucks you through your orgasm before he cums inside of you and collapses on your back.

“Mm. You gon' wrap my hands up before I gotta shimmy down ya drain pipe in an hour or nah?” you roll over and throw him off and onto the floor with a grunt.

“Maybe, now let me lay here and think about my life for the next twenty minutes.”

[daydreamingsirens]

t-shirt.

fontaine x gender neutral!black!reader.

words: 784.

warnings: it's just straight smut, y'all.

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Fontaine opens the door to the apartment. It’s silent, but he knows from the shoes in the hallway that you're home. He shrugs his jacket off and hangs it on the coat rack as he pads into the living room.

He calls your name. The house is dead silent. “Bae, you here?“ Still nothing. That’s strange.

He heads into the hallway leading to your bedroom and sees the shut door. Bucky raises an eyebrow and smirks. Shut doors only mean one thing around your place.

He turns the knob and pushes the door open. His jaw hits the floor.

You’ve got on that shirt. It’s nothing special, just an old, black shirt of his that he bought 2 sizes too big on accident that stops right above your knees. But, it drives him wild when you wear it.

And right now you’re wearing it just for him.

You grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and pull him inside, sitting him down on the wing chair in the corner facing the window.

“Look at me.” you command.

Fontaine doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you reach for the hem of the shirt, pulling it up over your thick thighs and your soft, fleshy belly, before pulling it over your head and letting it drop to the floor with a muted thud.

You're not wearing any underwear.

He beckons you with a crook of his finger and you slink over, coming to sit on his lap. You can feel the hard press of his dick against your ass and grind down on it.

He grabs your hips, fingers sinking into your flesh. It’s not quite hard enough to bruise, but just enough to make you stop.

“Bae.” his voice sends shivers down your spine. He means business now.

“Yes?”

“Did I tell you to sit down?” Bucky runs a hand up your side and traces around a nipple lightly. She shakes your head. “Stand up.”

You stand, he makes a twirling motion with his finger and you turn around. You can hear him shifting in the chair and he growls out another command, “Bend over.”

You obey, resting your hands on your knees. You feel his hand rubbing circles on your ass before a heavy smack and a flash of pain runs hot along your skin. He slaps your ass a few more times, delighting in your gasps before gripping generous handfuls and spreading you open. 

You can practically see the smirk make its way across his mouth, golds flashing. But then he scoots forward and buries his face between the thick cheeks and presses the tip of his tongue against you.

You clutch your knees and lets out a whimper as he worships you, mouthing at you like a juicy peach, sucking, and fucking your with his tongue. He drags a fingertip across the thick flesh of your ass and delights in your hiss of pain as he presses kisses into your skin in false apology.

Fontaine feels you shiver when he slides one, then two fingers inside, pumping them slowly and crooking them so they drag across your sweet spot on every pass. The only sounds in the room are your harsh pants and the soft squelch of his fingers. He wriggles them for a few seconds and feels you seize up, so he stops and pulls them out. He moves his other hand from your ass and pops the button on his jeans and tugs the zipper down, letting out a breath as he pops the digits in his mouth and sucks them clean.

“You taste so fuckin’ good.” he growls as he tugs his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He grabs your hips and sits right above his dick, leaning back in the chair, your back against his chest as he holds you and positions himself to slide right up in you on the first stroke.

“Oh shit.” you moan, body thrumming with the sensation of being filled. He drags his hands over your belly and over your chest, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin.

“Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you?” he asks, voice brushing over the skin of your ear like velvet. You choke on garbled words and gasps and moans as he fucks into you, his balls smacking against you.

“Fuck-shit—ah—Fontaine!” you whimper as he bounces you on his dick. Every single inch of your skin is on fire, sweat beading on your forehead, and you're aching with the need to come. He slows his pace, lifting you up higher and sliding almost completely out before just letting you drop down and bottom out completely.

You fucking scream.

[daydreamingsirens]

hate u.

fontaine x black!reader

words: 611.

warnings: smut.

He tugs you through the cloying smoke of the hallway, through a string of entangled bodies, all in varying states of undress, until he finally comes to a stop at the fire exit door. He takes one look at you and the look on your face is enough to have him pushing the door open and tripping the alarm.

He don’t give a fuck.

He pulls you into the cool night air and presses you up against the brick of the neighboring building. Your hands tear at the button and fly of his jeans, fighting to get them down until he just hoists you up, scraping your back against the brick.

“That shit hurts, Fontaine.” he shuts you up with a searing kiss, holding you up with one arm and forcing his thigh between yours as he finishes getting his fly undone and his dick out.

“Shut up.” he snarls out.

“Why, ‘cause I wasn’t paying you no mind?” he rubs his thigh against you, letting the rough denim scrape against your sensitive groin. You grit your teeth and hiss, grinding down.

“You know you’re mine. Don’t fuckin’ play.” he growls in your ear. You reach down to wrap a hand around his cock but he catches it and pushes it away. He sticks two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them for a few seconds before pulling them out and reaching between your legs. He feels the thin material of your underwear and pushes them to the side before sliding his fingers in. You whine and roll your hips, wanting more than just his fingers.

Truth be told, you planned this. You knew exactly what was going to happen the minute you left his side and accepted that free drink at the bar.

You felt his jealous stare burning into your back, and once you finished your drink? Oh, the chase was on.

He crooks his fingers just right and rubs your spot, bringing you out of you little reverie and drawing you closer to orgasm. You move your hands to his broad shoulders and scrape your nails against the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt, growing impatient with him.

You didn’t plan to just get fingered in this alleyway.

He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his pants before guiding his dick to your opening and pressing inside, pinning you to the wall and planting his hands firmly on the underside of your thick thighs.

He drills into you, you back scrapes against the brick wall and your mind goes foggy with the steady pleasure-pain. He rocks into you slowly, only illuminated by the shitty neon sign advertising a hole-in-the-wall bar less than ten feet away from them. He gradually picks up his pace, fully intent on dragging this out as long as he possibly can.

Her hands rest on his biceps and your head on his shoulder as he digs you out. Between you moans you mumble out a half-assed apology and feels him grind against you on every stroke. Heat pools in your belly as your orgasm draws nearer.

He snaps his hips up with a grunt and feels you clench around him like a vice. He does it again and again until you’re biting his neck, trying to muffle your sob of pleasure as you come and he fucks you through your orgasm and another weaker one about a minute or so later. He pulls out and spills onto the brick underneath you before letting you down and tucking himself back into his pants.

He takes your hand and you head back to the car, possibly to start round two in the back seat.

[daydreamingsirens]

pay attention (i'll be so good to you)

bucky barnes x gender neutral!reader.

words: 714.

“Baby,” a low voice whispers. Bucky looks up from the sheaf of documents on the desk and his jaw drops. You’re standing there in one of his button ups--one of the extras for the other guy--buttoned haphazardly so the collar hangs off one shoulder freely, rubbing at your eye with a fist as you fight off a yawn. Bucky eyes the thickness of your legs, the barest hint of lace and licks his lips. You grasp at the hem of his shirt, “Come to bed already. It can wait ‘til morning.” He can hear it, that undertone in your voice, the one that commands his attention and tells him to pay attention to what’s in front of him. He sets the paperwork down and stands with a stretch.

“Alright,” he murmurs, silently trailing after you  as you make the trek to your bedroom.

He strips off his shirt and climbs into bed, into your arms and presses soft kisses to the column of your throat. You slide a leg up over his hip and stroke the fine hairs on the back of his neck, making him shiver and kiss harder, up the underside of your jaw, across the beauty marks scattered across your cheek, and finally on your soft lips.

“I need to pay more attention to you. ‘M sorry.” he whispers on your lips, you nod and the hand you aren’t using strokes down his spine, slow and steady.

“It’s okay, I know how busy you are, don’t worry about it.” Bucky rolls you over, hands on your waist, bunched into the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s not okay. I don’t ever mean to neglect you, sweetheart.” He whispers roughly. Your hands come to rest on his shoulders and you spend a long time staring at each other, both trying to convey emotions you can’t put words to through your eyes. Bucky leans down and slots his mouth over yours as he rolls over again, settling you on his hips and never once breaking the kiss. 

”Tell me how I can make this up to you,” he groans.

“I want your undivided attention. That’s all.”

And he lavishes you with it, pressing slow kisses against all of your sweet spots, listening to your whimpers and moans and groans, paying special attention to what makes you dig your nails into his shoulders and toss your head back. He takes his time, stripping you of his shirt and pressing kisses down your chest, lavishing your nipples with gentle licks and even gentler touches, kisses his way down your sternum, your belly, past your belly button,  and finally through your underwear as he peels them off slowly. He touches you, feeling you tremble under his fingers and it’s been way too long since you’ve done this and he kisses the insides of your thighs, biting gently—the way you like it before sliding his tongue out and eating at you like a man possessed. 

He slides his hands up to your waist and pins you there as you start to squirm away from his mouth. Your cries fall on attentive ears as he wiggles his tongue a little to the right, right against your spot and you tense up, orgasm washing through you as he laps it up. He lets you go and uses his hand to wipe up the excess slick on his chin before bringing it up to his mouth and cleaning it off, eyes never once leaving hers. He places his hands on your waist again and guides you down his body, feels your thighs shivering still as you position yourself right over his dick and slides down until he bottoms out inside of you.

You stay like that for a while--you staring him down and vice versa--before you both start to move. You drag your hands over his shoulders, down his arms, pulling them off of you so you can intertwine your fingers with his as you ride it out. It doesn’t take very long, both of you wound tight, and the way the moonlight spills over your skin as you arch your back has him shuddering out an orgasm in no time. You collapse on top of him and he lets go of your hands to lift the covers over you both.

[daydreamingsirens]

f.u.c.k. (friend u can keep.)

I'm just tryna jump your bones; we don't gotta jump the broom, you know.

carmy berzatto x black!reader

rating: m. (as in minors dni)

words: 645.

Lazy sunlight filters in through the blinds, illuminating the couple huddled underneath the comforter in the middle of the bed. A thick head of hair peeks out from under the covers, surveying the hazy, light filled room with a frown.

This ain't my damn apartment...

You feel an arm tighten around your waist and a delicious soreness in your pelvis and oh, you remember the last night, or earlier this morning would be more appropriate. You look down into the sleeping face of your...what were you now? Were you considered lovers or was he still just a booty call? Whatever. You stretch and feel him shift and press his morning wood into you. It'd be real easy for you to just shift a little and sheathe him inside again, but you’ve got a better idea. You reach for the arm around your waist and pry it loose enough for you to shimmy out from under his grip, but hopefully won't wake him up. He snorts lightly and rolls onto his back, still knocked out cold.

You smirk at him as his dick tents the sheets and his mouth falls open slightly, and slide down until you’re eye level with his crotch. Nothing like a morning blowjob to wake a man up. You press your hands onto his thighs as you position yourself and lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the head. He doesn't show any signs of life other than the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. You presses kisses to the frenulum, tongue massaging the skin there before sucking the head into your mouth with a wet pop. He shifts slightly as you suck, dipping your tongue into the slit and licking out the precum with a groan. You back off and lick another stripe down the length, one hand coming up to stroke it while you nuzzle into his inner thigh and lazily lick his balls.

This is such a good dream... He sighs as he enjoys the wetness surrounding his cock, his hands lazily gripping your hips as you ride; completely content to have you do all the work this round. Suddenly, the tightness is gone and replaced with a wet pressure on his balls. He sits up and looks down, but there's nothing there. Where'd you go? The fuck is going on here? He gasps as he feels the pressure intensify and wakes up, blearily looking down to see a head between his thighs.

He rasps your name, his hand coming up to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. You lift your eyes to meet his and keep sucking, your hand stroking him slow. His other hand comes down to your scarf-covered head as you work him over. You hum, sending vibrations through him before letting go with a lewd pop and bringing the head of his dick back to your mouth to lick the trail of precum up. His head falls back onto the pillow as he lets you do what you want. You suck more of his length into your mouth and swallow around the head, causing him to let out a long moan. He's close but he doesn't move his hips or urge you to move any faster, enjoying the lazy pace. Y’all could wake the neighbors up later. He feels it curl up tight in his lower belly as you groan and your throat muscles constrict and vibrate and oh. He's coming with your name on his lips and his eyes on yours as you swallow it all and move back lazily.

“Good mornin' Carmy.” you drawl and smirk at his blissed out face. He grabs for your hands and pulls you up, hissing when your skin slides over his oversensitive flesh and kisses you soft and slow.

“Mmm...good morning indeed. Now c’mere.” he rasps and rolls you over.

[daydreamingsirens]

drip.

miguel o'hara x black!reader

warnings: oral.

"Ooh." Soft slurping noises filled the room as you rock your hips against his mouth. He slurps harder as you card your fingers through his hair and hold him to that one spot that makes you leak. He looks at your flushed face and mentally smirks before going in for the kill. He presses a kiss there, then he stiffens his tongue and angles his jaw to get as far in your opening as he can go, curling his tongue up to rub inside of you.

"Ooh, fuck! Miguel…" you scream as you thrash and grind harder, hands pulling at his hair so hard he feels the strands start to give as you rock against his tongue. It always turned him on to know he was the only one who could make your wild self get even wilder with his mouth alone as more sticky hot dribbles down his chin and the sides of his mouth. He groans and it sends a shiver through your body and makes you even hotter and muskier as he eases up and drags his tongue around your most intimate spots.

"Eat me, oh please…don’t stop." you moan out, nipples tightening and gooseflesh forming under his grip on your soft thighs. He knows you’re about to cum but he stops and presses a kiss to the quivering flesh as you relinquish the death grip on his hair.

"Why’d you stop?!" you groan, looking down at him. He leans back onto the pillow and admires your for a few seconds; your wild, curly mane and your dark flesh, the jewel in your nostril, your chest as you heave in desperation and growing ire.

"I had to look at you before I made you fall apart and squirt, baby. You know I like seeing your beautiful face right before you give in to your orgasm." he smiles gently as he sees your face flush red.

"Bucky I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up and finish the job–" he wipes his mouth and sucks your essence off his fingers and dives right back in, sucking at you until he feels your nails scrape almost painfully across his scalp and your knees tighten around his ears. He feels you quiver and hears your scream muffled by your flesh. You come hot and ready as he valiantly tries to catch it all.

"Baby…" you whimper as you make eye contact, his jaw and tongue still working you until he gets every last drop, gaze never faltering as he swallows it all.

"Mm…you love me again?" he chuckles as he presses gentle kisses to your inner thighs, reluctant for you to dislodge yourself from his face.

"Who said I loved you in the first place? You got some type of nerve to be askin’ me that while I"m still sittin’ on ya face."

"Yeah I do. Now answer my question." he lifts his right hand and smacks your generous ass. You moan and he can feel your thighs clench.

"Lemme up and I’ll answer it." he lets you up and you slide down his body until you’re eye level with his crotch. You stroke his dick slowly and look at him with those lust blown eyes.

"Does this answer ya question?"

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untitled.

gojo satoru x geto suguru x fem!reader

warnings: smut, au, lapslock, no use of y/n.

the gleam in her eyes is utterly devious as suguru rolls the partition up. 

satoru’s got his face buried in the side of her neck as he rubs circles into her thigh through the dress while peppering kisses against her fluttering pulse.

he’s such a sweetheart, really he is.

another arm presses between the two of them and detaches him from her neck and pulls her back into suguru’s lap while satoru shucks off his suit jacket and climbs on top of them on his hands and knees, claiming her lips. suguru smooths his palm along the silk taffeta, coming up to cup a breast through the material and to hook his fingers in the neckline of the gown.

satoru backs off of her and slides off the leather seat, knees thudding against the car floor and hands steadily pushing the skirt of the gown above her knees, wide enough for her to spread her thighs, but barely enough space for his head to fit.

oh well, he’s been in tighter spaces before. there’s slick sounds above his head and suguru utters a quiet fuck and there’s a sound of fingernails tearing at expensive material. 

damn, all the time it took them to get ready for this event, now they probably won’t even make it.

an ardent moan echoes in the limo.

no, they definitely will not be making an appearance tonight. satoru pushes her thighs as far apart as he can and dives right in, pressing light kisses to her labia and clit. the smell of her arousal makes him groan and lap at her slit, making her drip slick and messy onto his tongue as he alternates between long licks and rough sucks to her pussy lips.

suguru holds her up and slides from underneath her before biting at her lips again, muffling her whimpers with his mouth.

“you like it when satoru eats you out, don’t you pretty baby?” he breathes out against her mouth, hearing the choked back whimper as satoru licks at a particularly sensitive spot, soft, spit slick sounds increasing in volume as he tilts his head down and slurps loudly. suguru can see tears forming in her eyes and wipes them away with his thumbs before reaching down for his belt buckle. she pushes his hands away and gets it open and his pants unzipped before he can even register and he feels hot little hands cupping him through his silk boxers and a tongue licking at the wet spot forming where the head of his dick is.

“fuck. you’re so greedy for it.” he moans, massaging her scalp with one hand and pushing her hair back with the other. she shudders and kisses down the length of his dick before tugging at the waistband of his boxers. suguru gets the hint and pulls them down, watching as she grabs him and smears his precum around the head, working him slowly.  she twists her upper body and brings the head to her mouth, licking around it and slurping it down with relative ease.

“shit.” he hisses as she moans around him. he reaches for the hem of her gown and tugs it up, looking at the top of satoru’s head as he eats her through an orgasm. suguru reaches down and spreads her even wider, his fingers alternating between pinching and flicking her clit as satoru moves his head to the side and slides his thick fingers inside. suguru grabs her hair with his free hand when she pulls him out of her mouth and laps almost leisurely at his balls.

“look at our greedy girl.” satoru rasps, voice gravelly and utterly wrecked. he’s got his other hand down in his pants, rocking against his palm. “she’s so fucking gorgeous, all dirtied up in that pretty gown.”

“yes,” suguru hisses as she licks the base of his cock, “ah, you want us to fuck you, baby? you want satoru to dig you out? he’s a big boy, can you take it all?”

“fuck, suguru, your mouth.” satoru rocks harder and pumps his fingers slow.

“do you want us both inside at the same time? or do you want us to take turns?” suguru removes his hands from her hair and reaches inside the jacket pocket for the condoms he has stashed away. he rips one off with his teeth and tosses it down to satoru who pulls his hand out of his pants and his fingers out of her before pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees and rolling it on.

satoru grabs her thighs and moves suguru’s hand out of the way as he slides inside.

“fuck me, please.” she begs from suguru’s lap, and satoru thrusts. her hips roll desperately, sucking him in deeper as he fucks her slow and steady. she sucks suguru back down, groaning around his length as she’s jostled around.

“oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” suguru is breathless as he feels his orgasm approach, “you look so fucking beautiful, so perfect all stretched out around satoru’s dick.” he thrusts up a little, a warning for his impending orgasm.

satoru moans, “give it to her suguru. make her take it all.”

“do you want it?” suguru asks, she sucks him harder in response and he’s coming in thick spurts down her throat, balls drawn up tight against his body as he bottoms out in her mouth.

“oh fuck, fuck, shit, ah, ah!” satoru’s hips snap hard against her as he fills the condom. the harsh pants now the only sound in the limo, other than the loud radio behind the partition where the chauffeur had clearly been trying not to listen in on their backseat rendezvous. satoru tugs the condom off and ties it before throwing it in the ashtray. he moves her out of the puddle she’d been sitting in and pulls her dress back down, attempting to smooth out some of the wrinkles. suguru tucks himself back in and fixes his pants before slumping back down into the seat, damn near boneless and satoru does the same, putting his suit jacket back on and sitting next to her.

there’s a light knock on the partition, signaling that they’ll be arriving shortly.

[daydreamingsirens]

hi, i'm cr0wn. this is my 3rd attempt at tumblr. i write for black folk. you may know me already.

[daydreamingsirens]

who should i write for next? comments appreciated!