#rip my beautiful long locs

[harrylovesspaezle]

i've been looking fem for ages and tomorrow i'm getting my hair cut short for the first time in three years. i can't wait to look more masc, but i am kind of sad because i pretended to be super fem/a girl for so long, and this haircut makes it all just a little more real... like i am finally acknowledging that i'm trans and that my long hair is not who i am. new era for me, scary era but good? i think? yes, good.

[thewriterg]

drowning, falling into you

pairing(s): miles morales x black!reader, mace morales (earth!42 miles) x black!reader, rio morales x black!reader, morales twins x punk!reader,

summary: In no shape or form did you see yourself in or wanting to go to Visions academy but you didn’t have much of a choice did you welcome the change with open arms? Hell no you happened to be angry at the world actually and you made sure to make it just about everyone’s problem

word count: 2.0k

warning(s): RUSTY Spanish, semi bullying, rocker reader, twins are like 17 pushing 18, descriptions of violence, stealing, reader can be read w an accent, wounds, and language

playlist; fiction (dreams in digital) by orgy,

A/n;—Pics from Pinterest— new series!? 🙀

she’s lost in coma where it’s beautiful, intoxicated from the deep sleep

You hummed out a response at your tour guide that you had been paying little to no mind to as the boy Kayden or Kyle you couldn’t quite care to remember showed you around your new school looking over a copy of your schedule accordingly and showing you which classrooms you had to make it to neither were you offended at the look you got when he saw all of your core classes were indeed AP

You walked behind the blonde with a slight stride in your step you were about an inch or two taller than him with the boots you wore giving you a boost in height also your electric guitar swayed gently on your back the neck of it peering over your shoulder while the body sat against the back of your thighs

“Well you’ve already got your dorm information, your locker, I think you’re all set” You now we’re in front of your first class how the hell were you going to get through a precalculus class as a junior at eight o’clock in the morning for the next seven months was beyond your comprehension

“Yeah, ‘preciate it mate” You muttered before taking a step into the classroom and just like every corny, cliche high school Disney movie eyes were on you but instead in usual desks they were all standing in various places of the classroom as the teacher a heavier dark skinned woman her gray locs pinned into a bun at the crown of her head as she stood with a clipboard originally reading off names before your presence interrupted

“You must be Miss y/l/n it’s wonderful to have you with us” The middle aged woman greeted not before double backing at your outfit that was no where near school uniform you stuck out like a sore thumb with your black leather jacket pins littering the the front and collar, your a size too big straight cut jeans black washed, and a old ripped in some places long sleeve shirt for the cooler November weather

“Y/n is fine mam, and I would say feelings mutual but I would be lying through my teeth” You could hear various snickers and giggles from around the room which you ignored waiting for further direction from the woman who sighed in tiredness any other time you would feel a slight bit of remorse for teachers who were not paid enough to do the job they did but today you couldn’t seem to care hell the school system was corrupted and narcissistic anyhow

“Well we’re in the middle of our seating arrangement change and who you’ll be sitting next to is the person you’ll be working with for the rest of the year” Not like you would be working with the poor lad anyway as time passed the occupation of seats were filled up some silently cheered at their shoulder partner while others groaned and soon you knew it your name was finally called

“Lastly we have Miss Y/l/n and Mr Morales” Mrs Brinker you had learned the woman’s name easily when it was being called over forty times in requests of a seat change called out directing you to your seat which you opted closest to the wall making sure to sling your guitar off your shoulder to sit it against it

“Hey I’m Miles! I know you’re new and if you want I can help you out and—” You watched the toffee toned boy with attentiveness which on his side looked like you were just glaring him down before you kissed your teeth opting your line of sight to the front of the classroom

“Okay” The brunette muttered awkwardly taking his seat next to you directing his attention to the smart board he had to admit that you reminded him of his twin a lot but he was still determined on getting you to speak to him… eventually

Whispering small comments to himself as Mrs Brinker went over practice problems over the board to refresh their memory over the weekend a sheet of paper was eventually passed back to you both with the instructions of one partner gets odd numbers one gets even and to finish the paper by the end of the class bell

Miles had never struggled with math but this section in particular was very difficult for him luckily it was only the second section but something about the law of sines and cosines didn’t seem to want to stick in his head so opting to look over at you and instead of working on your problems you were writing in some type of journal tapping your foot steadily even your resting face looked unapproachable

You and Mace would get along great

“Uhm do you mind helping on these last few problems… please?” The boy spoke out his last few words pleading as a squeak slipping through his teeth and he watched as you turn your body towards him a slight sigh resting on your lips as you did so

“X=1 so carry the X or the 1 whatever works best for your mental, over your total and then sum it together…” Suddenly in the middle of your explanation Miles forced himself to focus in on your voice scolding himself when his eyes drifted on your side of the two seat table along with the discovery of the small notebook had realized you’d finished your problems with the piece of paper he had to give you, he noticed you chose all odd number instead of even opposite of him who fought as if he was in war when it came to even numbers

Hed liked to think that you'd both get along fine… if he could get over the fear that settled in him when you looked at him with siren like eyes that had squeaks and helium sounds produced from his vocal chords the dark eyeliner around your eyes just enhancing the fact so with the missing part to his formula he finished the rest of his problems quicker than usual soon taking his and your paper up to the turn in bin making sure to staple it together before the fact just in time for the bell to ring

While students blared through the door out of the classroom when he was finally able to return back to his seat to get his books you were gone without a trace he didn't have time to dwell on it before he heard police sirens blaring in the distance he huffed looking up on the wall watching as the clock read 12;17 the longer red hand moving around the face faster than any other he had a conference at 12;45 as he contemplated his decisions

He could make it

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He could not make it.

“What took you so long?” He heard the distorted voice coming from a mask that could have sent chills down his spine, the looming presence that could make goosebumps rise up on his skin, could even make his knees shake.

“Got caught up in… traffic” The boy muttered the spandex of his suit clinging to his body while he could hear a deep chuckle from under the mask that made him huff

“Yeah well tell moms that you ‘just got caught up in traffic’ when she kicks your ass for being late” Miles could feel the eyeroll from under his twins mask as his claw swung slightly at his side his double braids sitting on his shoulders neatly

“Hah, so funny. What’s going on?” The slightly taller boy questions balancing off the balls of his feet as he scanned the street listening to Mace huff out a grunt in a response

“Some cow lookin’ joint, calls himself the spot. Perdiendo mi maldito tiempo, pregúntame.” The last fraise was muttered under his breath before he dropped down off the building his low gravity boots helping land smoothly and soon Miles was following after checking the time on his watch

12:27

The twins watched as the the… spotted being struggled to steal from an ATM politely asking the store owner who they referred to as “pa” to let him rob him… in peace chase him around the store with a bat in amusement Miles slipped a beef patty from the case into the microwave waiting for it to heat up while Mace simply watched the scene unfold sitting on the counter in front of the register eyes squinting behind the mask

“Why do people say ATM machine? The ‘M’ stands for machine.” Miles hung from the ceiling biting down on his snack mask pulled just over his nose watching as the… being scrambled to stand tall in his presence which sent him through another one of his own portals in response the teen jumped down from his place above the floor pushing the half of pa Lenny that wasn’t with the rest of him

“Ayo pa, how much we owe you for a beef patty and these chips man” Mace called voice even more gruff as his accent mixed with how distortion of the mask

“Prow, Spidey if you catch him? It’s on the house.”

“Woah Spiderman! This is real.” The spot hyped himself jogging in black while Miles watched him In nothing more than curiosity after he turned the isle to be faced to… black hole with him

“So are you like a Cow or… a Dalmatian?” He questioned in genuine curiosity causing a small chuckle from his twin that he wouldn’t have been able to catch without his enhanced abilities his attention adverting back to the criminal

“I am… the spot. We meet again Spiderman” Miles struggled to keep from laughing trying not to choke on the food in his mouth as loaf of bread fell through the portal of his stomach denying the accusations with his hands up

“So is that a costume orrr?”

“Unfortunately for both of us this is skin… you see I’m from your pas-” The vigilante interrupted the criminal as his phone went off causing the dotted figure to huff out a mock whine Mace checked his also getting the same notification he did fixing Miles with one look

“My bad but I really gotta wrap this up” shooting two different webs from the shooters on his wrist they traveled through a portal coming back to smack him in the face quite little as he struggled to get the sticky fluid off his mask the spot traveling out of the store before he followed chasing after him Mace sighed out a huff with a roll of his eyes sliding five dollars across the counter

“Keep the change”

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“Cant you just act like a regular supervillain so I can catch you!” Miles struggled traveling through different portals of the spot the scene was unpleasant to say the least while Mace softened the blow of things a new addition to his claw that lowered the faculty of gravity

“We’re crunching on time Hermano!” He called out after lowering a taxi to the ground after keeping it from crashing into another bodega

“Almost… done” The teen groaned dodging different fists that came from a portal before tying it with a web and before he knew it all different limbs of the spot were tied in web fluid the spot in the middle of it all after before running off

“Come back here nemesis!”

“And don’t escape!” He called back swinging from building to building Mace not far behind him on their way back to academy he was able to see the police cars he heard over all surrounding a local pawn shop that had probably got stolen from and was able to hear the head of police say something along the lines of

“That damn cat is becoming a pain in my ass”

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Hey… hey, how you guys doing 😖

Not going to lie to you started school in early EARLY August and these honors classes have been kicking my ASS.

I’m also In drama club, student council, & yearbook club so please bare with me

Trying to learn to balance everything out but I’ll get it eventually‼️

Also I’m so ready for autumn 🍂 <333

Enough with life updates,

More of the twins than anything to get us started but it’s okay because I’m HOPING to post every Monday or every other Monday

Also thank you guys so much for 1.4K I’ll start crying in here 😖

Have a good day and be safe writers !<;33 -G

[citruswriter]

Quiet Obsession

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Modern AU, Bartender AU, black Reader, yandere, obsession, dark themes, unreceptive darling, Gale dies (RIP Gale, we love you), blood.

Prompt: "We're meant to be. You'll see."

You were a ray of sunshine in his dark and dreary life. As a bartender, he was more associated with the night than he'd like to be. Serving customer after customer. Men making misogynistic comments on their sixth beer, women out on a girls night on their eighth cocktail. And then there was you. A quiet thing. You approached his bar so quietly that he hasn't noticed you for a few solid minutes. When he finally did, he rushed your way. "My apologies, ma'am. What can I get started for you." He said, drying the inside of a cup. You smile softly, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Just water please. I'm just here with a few gal pals and I'm the driver." You said and Wyll chuckled. After that night, the two of you had become close.

It wasn't long before you slipped him your number. The words "call me ;)" scribbled on the white parchment. You were so beautiful, he was enraptured with you. He looked forward to the nights he would catch a glimpse of you. And now he could see you in the sunlight. The two of you arranged to meet in a quiet park and have a picnic. He brought drinks and a blanket and you brought the basket with food. He got there first, setting up the blanket. A few minutes later, he saw your figure make it's way and he almost choked on air. You were a beautiful creature of the night to him. But in the sunlight? You were a celestial goddess. Sunbeams hitting your melanin in such a way that you seemed to glow with divinity. You made your way to him and sat down. "Hey Wyll!" You said with a smile and Wyll smiled back. "Hey gorgeous." He said back with a smirk. You giggled, hiding your face behind your hand as you felt your cheeks heat up. "Got your hair done?" He asked as you began to pull out food. You brightened and turned your head, showing off your new butterfly locs (butterfly locs, my beloved) and the many accessories they held. "Do you like them? I've been wanting them for so long!" You beamed and Wyll felt his heart melt. "You look stunning, my dear". He cooed back.

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Life was amazing. You were amazing. You had become his saving grace. His angel. His- "Wyll, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend!" You grinned as you introduced the man on your arm. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gale". The man said, out stretching his hand. Wyll looked him up and down for a brief moment before plastering a fake smile onto his face and shaking his hand firmly. "Wyll. Pleasure to meet you." He said, lying straight through his teeth. "Fantastic! I'll leave the two of you to get to know each other!" You chirped before bounding off to say hello to some cousins of yours at the family gathering. Wyll immediately tightened his grip, so much so that Gale winced and hissed in pain. "A guy like you with a girl like (Y/N), hm?" He growled, jealousy rising in his chest. Couldn't you see that you belonged with him? He pampered you. Spoiled you even. You were his. "Do me a favor. Watch your step". He spat before giving the man a sadistic grin and letting him go. The poor guy stumbled back in fright before rushing off.

"So you're into white guys, huh?" Wyll mentioned, tone teasing. You yelped and spun around, smacking his arm. "Wyll! You can't just sneak up on me like that!" You scolded and Wyll chuckled, gently grabbing a few of your locs and lazily braiding them before letting them go and watching them unravel. "And I'm not 'into white guys'. I'm into guys who treat me well. If he happens to be white, so what? Mama loves him." You said with a grin and a shrug. "Relaaaaaax. I'm just teasing." He said, shifting his weight to lean forward. You were so pretty. So amazing. You smelled so good. You needed to his his...

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"Wyll! Wyll please! Please can't we work this out?" You sobbed out as Wyll approached you. He clutched the knife now bloodied with Gale's blood. "You're mine, (Y/N). Can't you see that? I treat you so well. So good. And then you just go and get a boyfriend? No, no, no. You can't belong to anybody but me." You sobbed, tears spilling over your cheeks as he approached you. "I'm so sorry it had to be this way, my love. But you left me no other choice!" He said, the tip of his knife lightly tracing your cheekbones and jaw. "Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be, darling. We're meant to be. You'll see."

Kinda shitty I know but I also really like it. Tell me if you liked it. Black Readers, tell if I did good for my first time and if there's anything you think I could have written better! As always, kisses and smooches. And my requests are open!

[queenimmadolla]

hi, love! i’m write fics and i’m white and i try to leave things out of my fics like readers cheeks being red or running fingers through her hair, things like that, i was just curious if you had any tips on what else i could to do make my writing as inclusive as possible and avoid anything that’s white-coded

one thing i try to do is mention the head a lot or open action. i have my moments of slip ups to, my fics aren't white coded but i mention fingers through hair sometimes (because for me it was possible, just painful as heck cause he was ripping through my curls when his fingers got stuck in my fuzzball and now it's possible due to my hairstyle but i have to watch myself there) and to mitigate that, i mention playing with hair, cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair─because this doesn't imply the hair is a certain texture─and you can follow that one up with reader shaking their hair out to keep it from being flat and smashed down, because now we're including readers with thick hair, braids, locs, pixie cuts, wolf cuts, pretty manes of curls, beautiful 'fros, etc.

when you wanna maybe imagine your reader with an updo, imply the reader's hair is just out of their face and out of the way. that can just mean they've put it back, be it in a ponytail, slicked back, with a bandana, etc. but my trick is to not be descriptive. i once tried that with an outfit while writing a fic and one of my friends proofing it for me said they liked to imagine the outfit themselves and i realized i didnt need to go super into depth about my reader's physical appearance because their imagination was gonna do alllllll the reader inserting, i just had to make sure to not include any major descriptors which snap them out of it. so i stopped being super descriptive regarding appearance.

yes, saying "Your long hair had enough tangles in it to resemble a well put together rat's nest", is more Shakespearean─per say─but if you say "Your hair was a complete and utter wreck you'd have to spend an entire episode of Games of Thrones to fix to your satisfaction" you don't state the texture or length of the hair but you imply it's bad enough to take a while to maintain and trust me─your readers are gonna imagine their worst nightmare all on their own and what they want the outcome to be.

i focused more on the reader's actions and emotions more than squeezing in some blushing moments or physical descriptions. eddie just said something heartwarming that she never imagined in her wildest dreams he'd say to her? why have her blush when she could feel like her knees were going to give in while simultaneously feeling as though she could defy gravity, disregard the very laws of physics and float on air?

that's just what I do though, anyone else have more advice for our pal????

[diddyshadow]

Drawing DoD as humans?

What’s up chat, I’m feeling an creative itch rn and I’m thinking about drawing the dragonets of destiny as humans (their dragon forms are coming up soon too so keep an eye out for that!!), but I’m kind of pooped for ideas so feel free to drop some suggestions down below (please don’t leave me hanging I’ll cry)

I do have some ideas thought I’m not completely creativity bankrupt!!

Glory is black to me that’s non-negotiable

I feel like she’d have locs (probably learned how to do her own hair bc the Guardians were very incompetent and outright negligent to her bc she was a Rainwing) and as her and the DoD explore she decorates her hair more elaborately to showcase her witnessing the beauty of the world and deciding the reflect it in herself Tsunami (and all Seawings tbh) I feel like would definitely have pacific island heritage (specifically Samoan). Also she’s an absolute unit because she’s by far one of the best fighters of the Dragonets of Destiny so she must be ripped

I think it’d be cool if instead of being born with the typical Seawings markings we see in canon, Seawings are born with highly elaborate tattoo-like marks, and kind of like giraffes, they’re all unique to each person (still show up in the same places for the sake of Aquatics as a language being possible, but the shapes themselves are unique)

The only individuals who will have exact copies of specific patterns are the Royal family and twins (obviously)

Clay is obviously a gentle giant!! Also you can pry Desi Clay out of my cold dead heads

Also I have a headcanon that Mudwings’ fire resistance is developed (so a child won’t be as fire resistant as an adult but as they develop their skin handles heat better) so Clay definitely has old burn scars from sparring with Kestrel

I actually feel like Sunny wouldn’t have blonde hair?? Like I always see ppl drawing her as a human with bright blond hair but imo she’d just have black hair, if not really curly light brown hair. Heck I’ll even take ginger Sunny but pls no blond 🙏🏾😭 You can’t convince the Sandwings, who notoriously LIVE IN THE SWELTERING OPEN DESERT, have a single blond gene in their bodies. I mean hey maybe along the Skywing/Icewing borders there’s some light haired individuals but I don’t see Sunny getting that passed on to her bc her mom is a Sandwing and her dad is a Nightwing, both of which come from tribes that have overwhelmingly darker haired individuals

Personally I see Starflight (and the rest of the Nightwings, by extension) as being of East Asian descent

Also librarian!Starflight WILL have long hair you can fight me on this

I’m lost on what clothes they’d all wear tho pls help me 😭

[zari-0115]

Love Drought

Disclaimer: toxic relationship, these are black characters, graphic smut, and violent language

I stand in the window and watch the rain fall from the sky like God was crying over us. My sister was pacing back and forth going on and on about God knows what. The rain is drowning out her voice. I keep thinking about what he said to me over and over again it’s a terrible flashback: “I never wanted you, Natalia you’re nothing and you will never be anything.” Myles says to me looking at me with utter disgust. But I love him and I don’t want to let go. He is everything to me. Six years of my life have been dedicated to loving him and being there for him. Dedicated to being his verbal punching bag.

I yearn for him but instead in an attempt to stand my ground, I’m sitting in my sister’s living room not listening to her and watching the clouds cry. My phone lights up it’s a text from him: “I didn’t mean it baby, come back I love you. You know I will never do you like that.” My eyes begin to water. he’s singing the same old song he’s been singing. I fall for it every time.

“Nat are you even listening, do you realize what it’s like-” Ophelia stops talking or I shut her up I do not recall which. Because my phone rang, Myles called me as if his text wasn’t enough. “Yo Natalia did you get my text? I love you and I miss you. I’m outside of your sister’s place and I need you to come home.” I am inaudible for a second and before I could say anything I catch a glimpse of my sister out the corner of my eye shaking her head at me in mere disappointment mixed with a bit of disgust. I know she hates this for me but outside of her Myles is all I have.

I walk outside with my duffle bag in one hand and my Marc Jacobs tote on my shoulder. I reach the car and catch a glimpse of Myles. My Myles, his locs are dangling over those evil brown irises. He flashes his beautiful sharp smile at me as I enter the car. As we sit in silence I feel my heart sink to my ass. I know what’s going to happen when we reach our apartment, we are about to have the most rough gut-wrenching makeup sex, where it feels like I am apologizing more than he is.

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Like clockwork, we bust through the door practically tearing each other apart. We are fucking animals. I rip his hoodie off of him, he’s forcing my pants down. We run into the wall... There goes our pictures from Valentine's Day: The frames hit the ground and the glass shatters under my feet. Myles scoops me up by my ass and carries me to our room. He throws me onto our bed and climbs on top of me he ignores his drawer of condoms because of the rules of makeup sex: nothing is off limits as long as the safe word has been established.

He slips himself in me, a gasp escapes my lips. I shiver at his touch. This moment right here is exactly why I stayed. I think to myself as he continues to move in and out of me while also sucking one of my nipples and caressing the other. He stops and then begins to kiss me and he whispers in my ear, “I want you to ride me baby” his whispers send a chill down my back, and I nod and he flips me over without taking himself out of me. I looked down at him and I begin to ride him like my life depended on it, I could feel him pulsing under me but I don’t stop. He squeezes his eyes closed, I take charge and between each huff and puff I manage to say: “Keep your eyes open handsome.” He loves it when I stroke his ego. I feel myself about to finish and I know he’s about to explode but before he releases he flips me over and takes himself out of me and immediately starts licking my clit aggressively causing me to release all over his tongue, he keeps going to clean me up I pull on his locs because I never want to let him up for air but I need to give him his release. As if he could read my mind, Myles, pushed himself in me and began thrusting again and again until finally, he erupted like a volcano.

I get up and head towards the shower to wash off all of our fluids. I slide the glass door of the shower but not before I catch a glimpse of what I look like. My dark face is covered in shame and my body stinks of failure.

I take my time in the shower then I make my way back into the room and I see Myles laying there… lifeless almost. I fell in love all over again just watching him peacefully sleep after we made love to each other… made love? No after we just fucked the absolute shit out of each other. I decide to go check up front to see the damage of our animal-like instincts.

I carefully tip-toed over the glass shards before picking them up. I look at our pictures and somehow a tear escapes my eye, Valentine’s Day last year we had gone a full month without fighting but still, I was never enough. We had hosted a couples party so we wouldn’t have to speak to each other and he wouldn’t have to get me a gift.

I pick up my pants and his hoodie off the floor. After placing the glass in the trash and our clothes in the dirty Bin. I make my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The rain finally stopped. So it was now my turn to cry. As I cut my veggies I begin to cry over and over again.

There has to be more to life than living in a loveless relationship. Where we never talk out our problems after a fight we just have sex. A man approached me at work today and I decided to be a good girlfriend and let him know… my mistake.

After all the sex I always remember what came before. How I will never be good enough to leave. Myles is mine and I am his.

I whip up a batch of roasted vegetables paired with caramelized salmon. As if Myles’s body clock was only centered around food and good pussy he awakes and makes his way to the kitchen. I don’t acknowledge his presence at first because I don’t know what type of mood he’s in.

However my curiosity was soon realized because he grabs me by my waist and pulls me close to him and kisses my neck and whispers in my ear: “let’s skip the food and go another round… I’m not done saying sorry yet.”

[dabilovesme]

This was a gift to @thicksimpx

Pairing: Megumi x black!fem!reader

Warnings:fluff, oral(f receiving), pussy job,raw dawgin🐕‍🦺, like a pinch of angst but only pussies get sad over the lil bit I wrote (dw I love my pussies)

A/n: I was bored so I made this lil scenario, nothin serious🌚

Megumi has been worn out and tired. Not just because of work but his sleep schedule also. His job had rearranged the times of clocking in and it fucked up his sleep schedule bad so as soon as he gets home from a long shift he automatically starts to get ready for bed, and he honestly feels bad that he has to work long shifts because he can’t spend as much time with you anymore, food will be in the fridge wrapped up waiting for him after you tried to wait n stay up to eat dinner with him, but you seem to always fail due to how late he works now. Also since he’s always been at work, he has been sexually frustrated because he missed the way you looked while being fucked like a pornstar, he missed the heavenly feeling of your ass hitting his hips as he thrusts hard into your pretty cunt, he also missed the caressing and cuddles afterwards, so today during his lunch break he told his boss he wouldn’t be able to make it back to work because something “important” came up and he had to deal with it, his boss agreed to let him go and wished him a good day. Oh when Megumi heard those words, he was beyond happy that he got to spend the rest of the day with you and possibly do other…….things.

You were in the kitchen making chicken alfredo because you knew that alfredo was his favorite meal and he was working real hard this week so why not treat him a little. As you were closing the pot, hear the door unlock and open, and to your surprise it’s Megumi. “ Hey baby, I thought you weren’t going to be back until later tonight!” you exclaimed while practically running and jumping into his arms. “I made some rearrangements today and I was able to get off work early to see my beautiful wife.” He says while holding your plush brown thighs around his waist. “Oh and I made your favorite meal, it’s basically done now, wanna eat?” you ask while caressing his cheeks. “Oh but my favorite meal is right here in my hands.” he says while holding you right above his growing erection. He felt you throbbing through your thin stain shorts, so he started to lightly grind against you while you were still in his arms. “Give me more. Please?” You say with full desperation in your voice. “Since you asked so nicely, ofc baby, I’ll give you more.”

And that’s how you ended up here, on the bed,legs above Megumi’s shoulders, his arms caging in your legs so you won’t even get a chance to squirm away, your hands are in the locs of his hair and your face is beautifully contorted in pleasure. “Please baby, -fuck, I need you inside of me.” You say as he rips your 4th orgasm out of your by his hot soft tongue and his soft lips. “You’re that eager for me huh?” He says while lifting up from you leaking cunt, he unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants, including his underwear, and practically rips off his shirt. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve been fucking craving to fuck you senselessly for months now” he says while slowly stroking his dick, from the base all the way to the sensitive red tip which was oozing with pre cum. “You’re such a beautiful angel” he says while lining his tip directly on your clit, “let me take care of you.” he says while looking down at you.“Please baby, take care of me” you say while staring deeply into his eyes. And that was the only thing he needed to hear before rubbing his dick between your hot, sticky folds, momentarily teasing your entrance with his tip. “Fuck baby, you feel so good and I’m not even in you yet.” He says while still thrusting his hips to slide between your slick folds and rub against your clit. “Fuck! Megumi please, I-I need you inside of me. Now.” You say as you feel his heavy balls hit your entrance as he continues to take full thrusts through your folds. “Anything for you baby.” And with that he takes a long deep thrust into you, bottoming out all at once. He grunts and moans as he feels you clenching around his dick, sending heavenly feelings to his body. “You feel s-ngh- so good” he says in a shaky breath. “Faster baby, please” the desperation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed so he goes faster, clapping noises are filling the room, strings of your wetness was connecting with his hips as he thrusts perfectly into you, hitting spots that you knew only he could. “Fuck y/n” he says while going harder, “I’m so so close” he grunts in the crook of your neck which was smothered in hickies. “I’m cumming!” You say, moaning loudly as a wave of heat intrudes your stomach. “Cum for me, baby” he says quickening his pace, “cum now.” and as he says that you guys cum together, heads filled with pure bliss, both of y’all’s bodies spasming as he fills you up and while you release all over his thick cock.

Once y’all finish cumming, Megumi lays on top of you while still inside you. Y’all lay there for a lil bit before your voice filled the silence, “hey baby, I gotta pee” you say while caressing his cheek. He doesn’t answer so you assume he didn’t hear you, “Megumi?”, He sighs and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes “Yes?”, “I have to pee baby”, “I knowww, I just didn’t want to move” he says while his now softened dick slowly pulls out of you. “I’ll be right back honey” you say as you start rushing to the bathroom so none of y’all cum drips out of you. Once you weee finished using the bathroom, you walk out to see you and Megumi’s night clothes laid out on the bed. “Go back in the bathroom, I wanna shower with you.” He says walking towards you with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh ok, you sure you don’t need me to do anything?” You say as he hands you your bonnet so that you can put it on.“I’m sure baby, I’ve got you” he say while peppering kisses on your cheeks, “you’re all I need.”.

After y’all finished showering and getting dressed, Megumi had changed the sheets n comforter and motioned you to lay down while he grabs something from the kitchen. He walks back in the room with 2 full bowls of Alfredo the you had made and two water bottles . “Bon Appitet” he says playfully while placing the bowl on your lap. “Thank you, gumi!” You pecked his lips and y’all started to eat. “So what do you wanna watch while we’re eating?” Megumi asks with a mouthful of food, he’s so adorable, you thought to yourself “umm, how about Cory, a new spooky scary sunday that he posted today.” You say while stuffing your face with food. Megumi stares at you.” What baby?” You ask while now focused on your lover. “I’m so happy I made you my wife” he says while turning the channel to the new sss (spook scary Sunday) episode. “And I’m glad you are my husband.”

Once y’all are finished eating, Megumi took the bowls and washed them, n once he came back you were comfortably laying down, waiting for him to return to bed. “Hurry uppp” you say impatiently, “im coming, im coming, jeez” he says before settling on the bed, and pulling your body towards him and laying your head on his chest. “I bet you were coming” you say with a sly smirk. “You’re so childish” he says in a playful tone. “ You know how you love my jokes” you say while caressing the sides of his ribs. “I do and I love you” he says holding you closely. “I love you too.” And soon you drifted to sleep by the beat of his heart and his soft snores.

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HEY MY BABIES, this should’ve been posted but I was procrastinating 👩🏾‍🦯, ANYWAYS I hope y’all like this and have a beautiful night 💕

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It’s Your Fucking Birthday!

One-Shot. 

Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏

You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.” 

You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.

“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”

“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!” 

“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”

Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color. 

“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.” 

“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.” 

“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up. 

“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!” 

“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.” 

“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”

“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”

“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”

“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.” 

“Love you too, auntie.” 

When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off. 

“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked. 

“One second!!” 

“What are you up to now woman?!!” 

Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym. 

“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.”  Erik said while staring at a black screen. 

“I told you I have another surprise for you.” 

Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again. 

“Baby—oh, damn.” 

You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple. 

“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.” 

“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”

“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.” 

You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all. 

“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck  up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.” 

“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush. 

“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”

“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said. 

“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”

“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.” 

“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.” 

“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice. 

“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.” 

“Open your package baby!”

You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head. 

“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”

Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices. 

“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.” 

It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair. 

“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.” 

“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.” 

Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.” 

“Other things? What’s that, baby?” 

You stand up and take off your panties. 

“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”

The WIFI started acting up and your video froze. 

“Shit—babe?” 

“Yeah—can you see me clear now.” 

You came back into focus. 

“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles. 

You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”

“I just had a few sips that’s all!”

“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.” 

“Stop,” you whimper.

“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said. 

“Me too.” 

You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. 

“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.” 

“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.” 

Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear. 

“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said. 

“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?” 

“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”

“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”

“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.” 

“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.

“You gotta show me that pussy first.” 

You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue. 

“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.” 

“It’s crazy wet for you.” 

“Let me see,” He whispered. 

You tease him and show him just a little. 

“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”

Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.

“Oh, my God—

“I told you I was wet.”

“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.” 

Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating. 

“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”

“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?” 

“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”

Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness. 

“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.” 

“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked. 

“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.” 

Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.” 

“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.” 

“Why are you so far away?” 

Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other. 

“I want you to rub your clit.”

Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see. 

“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”

His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.” 

“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.” 

“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.” 

Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works. 

“When did you get that?” He asked 

“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.” 

“Hmm, all for me?”

“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur. 

“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.” 

You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble. 

“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side. 

“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”

“Yes, daddy!” 

Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain. 

“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.” 

“I can’t take it anymore—

“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.” 

“Daddy—

“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.” 

“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you. 

“Oooo—

“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.” 

You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you. 

“That shit feels good, don’t it?” 

“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”

“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.” 

“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.” 

“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”

“Unh—

“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”

“Baby—“

“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—

Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave. 

“That big ass girl—SHIT!”

Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him. 

“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.” 

Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open. 

“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing. 

“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?” 

“One second, babe. I am drained.” 

“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”

“Jokes.” 

“It’s okay...we have all day.” 

“Yes, we do.” 

Erik throws away the dirty tissue. 

“I miss you.” 

Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”

“Grab some water and we can—

The video ended. 

“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.” 

Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face. 

“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.” 

“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him. 

“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.” 

You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.

“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?” 

“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.” 

Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging. 

“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.” 

You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.” 

Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy. 

“Daddy!” 

You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy. 

“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.

Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.

“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.” 

“But did you enjoy it?” 

“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”

Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead. 

“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body. 

“Soon, baby...real soon…” 

____________

Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue. 

Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉

BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾

Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️

There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside. 

There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better. 

Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.

“It’s your favorite.” 

Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his. 

“This was your plan all along, huh?” 

“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”

“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”

Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble. 

“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind. 

“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.” 

Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips. 

“I love both of my cakes.”

You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine. 

“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”

“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”

“Just like that.” 

Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are. 

“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.” 

Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. 

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”

Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully. 

“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.” 

“And I can eat it how I want too.” 

Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek. 

“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.” 

“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.” 

“Anything for you, daddy.”

As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy. 

“Erik!!!” 

You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you. 

“Fuck, Erik!!!!”

He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans. 

“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”

You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked. 

“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.” 

“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“

You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip. 

“You have a lot of dick.” 

It’s long and ridiculously thick. 

“That bulge...that dick...so hot.” 

You swipe your tongue over his lips. 

“My throat is ready for you, Sir.” 

“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.” 

Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.” 

You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs. 

“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.” 

His words had you dripping. 

“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”

With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him. 

“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”

You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you. 

“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”

As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick. 

“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”

You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him. 

“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”

“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!” 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes!”

You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets. 

“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.” 

He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself. 

“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths. 

“I want that puss and you keep stopping.” 

Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed. 

“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”

Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit. 

“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out. 

“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.” 

“Fuck is wrong with you.”

He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass. 

“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.” 

“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.” 

“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.” 

“My pussy—oooo—

“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.” 

“Unh—

“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”

“Don’t stop, baby.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yes!” 

As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs. 

“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.” 

You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time. 

“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”

You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again. 

“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.” 

He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you. 

“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“

Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy. 

“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”

Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you. 

“Daddy, I love you!!!”

He chuckled and bit his lip. 

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.” 

The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls. 

“Let my dick go...you want some more?”

You nod your head with a pout of your lip.

“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”

You couldn’t wait. 

[hops-hunny]

Hello?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Request: N/A

Summary: Neville and (Y/n) get high together often.

Warnings: drugs( weed lmao), swearing, making out

A/N: This was based on the specific lyric below from Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. Pothead confident Neville is my favorite headcanon dfregfefe. I also felt like writing for Neville bc after reading a lot of @lxngbottom​‘s fics I was DEEPLY inspired.

“Are you into me, like I'm into you?

Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?

You're so close, and yet so far

I wonder how you look when you're in the dark”

The Weasley siblings all found themselves in absolute bliss when their parents told them they were going on a getaway. Apparently Arthur had learned about muggle spas and thought it’d be a lovely idea to take his wife to one for a much needed vacation after many years she had been caring for her children (and sometimes their guess) without barely any breaks. The gaggle of gingers all found it to be quite a wonderful idea too, but for other reasons. Although they had varying reasons of why they were excited for their parents to leave the house, Ron’s being wanting to invite over the other ⅔ members of the Golden Trio, Ginny wanting to wear that skirt that her mum always told her was ‘just a tad too short, dear’, and lastly Fred & George wanting to try out new and exciting inventions there was that one thing that tied them all together: wanting to get blazed out of their fucking minds. 

However, as quickly as that mischievous glint formed in all their eyes, their mother said something they all dreaded.

“Oh and by the way, we’re leaving Percy in charge!”

A collective groan was shared as the boy in question held a proud and cocky smirk that once again, he was the most trusted out of his siblings. However as per usual, Fred and George were not giving up that easily.

“What are we going to do?! You know Percy will rat on us!” Ron whispered yelled at the other three through gritted teeth. They all sat around the quaint little living room, distressed at what to do. Ron had already sent a text (is that what they were called? He wasn’t used to the muggle technology (Y/n) had got them all to use) to both Hermione and Harry telling them to pack their bags. He’d never live it down!

“Oh relax dear brother of mine! Me and Freddie here suspected something like this would happen so we came prepared. Right Fred?” George said with a smirk as he looked to his twin to the right of him. George nodded before pulling out an envelope.

“Exhibit A also known as ‘Blackmail dear Percival Into Leaving the House for the Summer.” he grin grew wider as he opened the envelope pulling out the photos. In the photos, Percy was shirtless during a party in the gryffindor common room. He had a half drunk bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and a blunt in his other which was held to his lips. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dear ol’ mum and pop anonymously got pictures of their golden boy doing such awful acts?” he cooed, feigning a voice of disappointment.

“While you two idiots may not be helpful for jack shit else, leave it up to you to have a plan to get into trouble.” Ginny said rolling her eyes, a small smile forming on her face. “Well I guess that’s settled then. I’ll hit up (Y/n), Ron you hit up Nev and tell him to bring the loud. Lots of it too!”

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That’s how they all ended up where they are currently. ‘Exhibit A’ was more than enough to get Percy packing his bags and leaving for a friends house after their parents had left. And of course, Hermione, Harry, (Y/n), and Neville had all shown up at the Burrow bright and as happy as ever. 

Although many people dealt around Hogwarts, Neville’s weed was always the best. He grew custom strains which were infused with other magical plants that had all sorts of properties. You wanted it to taste and smell like cheesecake? Done. Something odorless that packed a mean punch? Also done. He took good care of his product and went through the precautions to make sure it was not only safe but also that he didn’t get caught. He wasn’t always an avid weed smoker though. Originally, a friend had suggested it to him to help with his anxiety which had increased over the years but eventually it became less of an anxiety reducer and more of a favorite pastime. And hell, it left him with a pretty fucking nice amount of galleons in his pocket. It was also how he had met her.

He looked up at her form as she sat across the shed, looking as radiant as ever. She was laughing at something but he didn't know what over the sound of the music. One of his favorite things about her was how beautiful the whiteness of her smile was in comparison to her rich brown skin. It drove him absolutely nuts. It had only been a few weeks since he last saw her but as usual there was something new about her appearance.

He let his eyes wander over the work of art that was (Y/n). Her hair was different, her usual shoulder length black box braids had been swapped our for a beautiful set of honey blonde faux locs that stopped at her waist. In addition to her septum, she now had a nose ring on the left side of her nose and- was that a smiley piercing? Her skin was glowing vibrantly under the different hues of gold of LED lights that corresponded with the music. His eyes shifted down to her chest. 'Hm, she finally got the other one pierced' he noted due to the fact that her crochet bikini top left only the best bits of her breast to the imagination. And then he got to his favorite part. Her legs. Her supple, plush, smooth as glass legs. This wasn’t the first time he had stared at them longer than needed. He couldn’t help it, they were so fucking thick. And, were those his shorts? She must've stolen them from him last smoke sesh. He didn't mind though, she pulled off those denim shorts well and they hugged her in all the right fucking places.

“Bloody hell Nev, what’s taking you so long to roll the joint? Are you already that gone?” Ron groaned as he threw his head back. Neville looked down at the half rolled blunt in his hands, continuing to lick and roll it skillfully.

“Shut up Ron, just hit the fucking bong and leave Neville alone. Ol’ dramatic ass.” there was that honeysuckle voice he loved. God he could listen to her talk for fucking hours. I mean he had before. Her voice was sweet in the center and rough around the edges, a thick american accent still prominent in her voice. He smiled at that, looking up at her to find her already looking at him. As he continued to roll, he licked a fat strip on the wrap before shooting her a wink. 

“Thank you, petal.” he murmured quietly knowing she hadn’t heard as he looked back down at his hands finishing up. He grabbed the same lighter that he carried with him everywhere before lighting the end. As he was about to take a hit, a certain pair of gloss coated lips leaned over his shoulders taking a hit as she wrapped her arms around his upper half. 

Ron groaned again in irritation. “I hate it when you get the first hit! You always leave that damn sticky shit all over the blunt.” as he glared at the girl. She giggled before crawling off the wraparound couch taking her place next to brunette ruffling his long shaggy hair. He had been growing it out recently for no particular reason (definitely not the girl to his right).

“Ron you always buggin on something, nigga shut the fuck up! That’s why when you hit the blunt you leave it wet. Ol’ soppy mouth nigga I swear to god. Share with Mione.” she retorted as she leaned into Neville’s side looking up at him. He smiled down at her before wrapping his arm around her bringing her impossibly close. They both loved each other's touch when they were high. Whenever he’d touch her in one spot, (Y/n) always felt it in another- especially between her legs. She leaned up, kissing his freckled cheek with a smile. “Hey sir, how’s my favorite doing today?” she questioned as he bent down, placing a kiss right below her ear. 

“You know I’m always content when you’re next to me, flower. You don’t even have to question it.” he whispered in her ear before pulling back. She felt her face heat up as she rolled her eyes shoving him lightly. She crawled in his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He instinctively moved one to her waist, stroking the smooth exposed sepia skin that was there for his enjoyment.

“You always talking some mess, Nev. Why don’t you do something bout it?” she said, motioning for him to hold the blunt up to her lips. He ignored her, looking into her eyes as he took a fat rip. He removed his hand from her waist, gripping her cheeks with it, rings digging into her skin. He leaned impossibly close as he shot gunned the smoke into her mouth. His lips hovered impossibly close to hers. ‘Finally’ she found herself thinking as she closed her eyes. However, the feeling of his soft pink lips never hit hers and she opened her eyes to find him smirking at her.

“And ruin this little game we have? Never.” He said, finally passing the blunt to her. If he had to be honest with himself, he was scared shitless. He was afraid if he actually did make that final move, jumped that final obstacle that she would be gone from his life. Sure, they made out all the time. It was normal for the two of them to get quite handsy with each other during smoke sessions but he found not even that being enough. He didn’t just wanna have his hands on her when he was high or wasted out of his fucking mind, he wanted her all the time. He wanted to sneak into each other's dorms and cuddle till wee hours of the morning. To carry her things to class for her. He wanted to live, breathe, and sleep (Y/n). But, is that what she wanted? He never knew. 

She sighed softly to herself, contemplating. It was very apparent to her that Neville wanted her just as badly as he wanted her. So, why had he never jumped the gun? Did he not want more? Was he really content with this little cat and mouse game they had? He couldn’t be, she knew who he was at heart which was a romantic just as she was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the familiar beat of Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. She smirked at him, leaning her forehead against his as she began to grind softly on his lap.

“Are you into me? Like I’m into you. Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?” she sung to him softly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his hazel ones. He moved his hands up and down her body as she continued to grind her hips down on his. He let his hands travel to her ass, gripping it firmly. She leaned back slightly as she hit the blunt before returning the favor he had earlier. “You’re so close, and yet so far. I wonder how you look when you’re in the dark.” (Y/n)  continued singing as kissed up his neck, nibbling at the junction of his jaw and neck. He took one of the hands from her ass, moving some of the locs that had fallen into her face. He quickly tossed the blunt out of her hand into the ashtray in the table in front of them before leaning in and kissing her with such strong intensity.

The honey blonde haired girl moaned softly, already putty in the boy’s hands. Neville always knew exactly what to do with his hands. Where to kiss, where to tug, where to bite. Anything but actually dealing with the problem between her legs. She tangled her hands into the back of his hair, matching his lip movement. As he continued holding her ass with one hand, he used his other to stroke her cheek gently. A stark contrast to the kiss they were in which was wet, rough, and fast. He trailed his tongue over her lip which she gladly accepted. Their tongues danced together lazily as sweat began to build up on both of them. She pulled away partly, a trail of spit connecting them.

“Take this dumb ass jacket off. It’s the middle of July.” She grumbled as she began to unzip it, leaving him in some muggle band shirt she had gotten him one year from the states. She leaned back in, continuing to move her hips to the beat of the song. Neville began to move his hips up to match her movements. “Oh? So you got moves now huh? Who taught you those?”

“Don’t play dumb petal, you know you did.” He responded before gripping at her neck with his ringed hand. She gasped softly, looking into his blood shot blown out eyes. The music, the lighting, his touch? It was all much too much to handle. Her senses were overloaded by pleasure, the jane in her system. He tightened his hand some, leaning in closer. “You’re driving me absolutely mad, darling. Do you know that? I’d do anything you asked me to.” the movement of her hips had stilled but he kept going. She could feel the imprint of his member through his pants. Suddenly it was the only thing (Y/n) could focus on.

“Them Ravenclaw girls weren’t lying then, huh? You packin like that Nev?” she said suddenly. She knew he had asked her something a second ago, but the weed was really starting to hit. Her brain was foggy and hazed, the only thing she could think about now was him. She took one of her manicured hands, trailing it down his shirt till she reached his crotch. She gripped it in her hands, eyes widening slightly. He chuckled softly, catching her attention.

“Don’t act so surprised. You know I used to get around quite a bit.” He said, moving so his tent was resting against her inner thigh.

“Used to?” she questioned, laying her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. She took in his scent sighing softly. Neville always smelled like a mix of lavenders, cologne, and that loud. She knew it from anywhere, especially when she smelled it in the amortentia they brewed during potions that one time.

“Yeah I don’t really pipe girls like I used to.” He moved his hands up, embracing her close as he kissed the top of her head. “Ever since a certain pesky little American girl started making their way into my life, she’s all I could think about.” she rolled her eyes some, punching him on the arm as he began to laugh.

“Don’t fuck around like that, that shit aint even funny.” she grumbled, pouting as she crossed her arms. “I thought you had an actual answer!”

“On god that was my actual answer, (Y/n)! You asked why and I told you why. Absolutely anyone could tell I’m mad for you.” Neville said as he uncrossed her arms, holding her small delicate hands in his large ones. He intertwined their hands, her sharp acrylic nails digging into his hands slightly. “Did you know when Keaton Willis asked you to Hogsmeade, I was so mad that I wouldn’t sell to him for 3 months?!”

“But I didn’t even go with him! Me and you went together to go get ice cream, remember?”

“So?! He still fucking asked you. I’m getting heated just thinkin’ about it.” He mumbled as he looked away from her. He pulled her closer, resting his head on the top of hers. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you dating such a loser. He’s not even a good guy and he’s always fucking short with his galleons when he buys. I have to practically hound the guy for my money. Yknow what? Fuck it.” he looked up at the brown skinned girl before holding her face in both his hands. He took in her features. Her plump lips, edges laid to perfection, face ‘beat to the gods’ as she would say. “Go out with me. Be my girl, petal. I can’t bear you not being mine for another second.” he said. She pretended to ponder for a bit before she looked back at him.

“Depends, will I get free weed? I expect free weed from dating the weed man, you know.” she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“You already get free weed! Don’t pretend you don’t.” he said loudly, catching the others’ attention.

“What? Nev that’s not fair! You always make me pay and we’re mates! What happened to bros befo-”

“Ron you finish that and you ain’t leavin this shed with an eye, I can promise you that boy.” she whipped her head around quickly, glaring at the boy. Ron quickly shut his mouth knowing first hand that her promises were never empty. He gulped slightly before nodding, turning back to Hermione who handed him the bong muttering something about how he looked like he needed it.

“But to answer your question, Nev baby, I’d love to be your girl. Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than doing so.” (Y/n) leaned forward, leaving a lip gloss print on his cheek. 

“Well I’m glad you said yes because it would’ve been very awkward explaining to everyone tomorrow where that hickey on your neck came from.”

“Nev!”

[judediangelo75]

His Little Bird

Heavens have mercy on those who try to tell him otherwise...

“Damn it, why” Judith whined as she glared at the rip that form at the side of her black tights. She grimaced a bit as she removed her boots to remove the now ruined article of clothing.

‘Out of all the time for me to gain weight on my body, it had to be when the temperature drops?’ she thought with a resigned sigh. Accepting the fact that she just gonna have part of her thighs exposed to the elements, she refasten her boots.

She stood in front of her body length mirror, smoothing down her new sweater dress. She and Talbott were going out an a little outing to Hogsmeade. With all the chaos that now has the school in a chokehold, she hasn’t seen much of her boyfriend.

‘Boyfriend...’ she thought with a shy smile. The night of the Valentine’s Day Ball, and their very first kiss, Talbott asked her to be his girlfriend. Despite all the time they’ve spent together, it still surprised the young witch that he wanted to be with her out of all people.

Her burn scar had been her biggest insecurity, and she’s been bullied an teased about how nobody would be with a freak like her.

Until Talbott.

He found her beautiful, both inside and out. He deeply cared for her. No matter her looks.

And Judith was eternally grateful to call him her boyfriend.

With one last lookover from her long locs down to her thigh high boots, Judith deemed herself presentable before leaving her room.  

The girl was quietly humming to herself, not paying any attention to the double takes and whispers she was getting from the wizard population who saw her pass. Despite Judith’s insecurities, she was a very attractive girl. Growing more into her body and losing most of the baby fat in her face, a lot of wizards can agree that she was head turner.

Despite her scar.

One wizard decided he was going to get her attention.

Judith finally made it to the Courtyard where she and Talbott agreed to meet up. It was then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey Judith, how are you,” a Gryffindor wizard greeted with a smile. Judith recongized him from her Charm’s class and from the Gryffindor Quidditch team but couldn’t remember his name.

“Hi, um,” she stuttered, trying to remember his name. 

“Jordan,” he supplied smoothly, stepping closer to her. Judith eyed him warily but gave a slight smile.

“Hi Jordan... is there, um, anything I can help you with,” she asked slowly. The girl let out soft squeak when the wizard placed an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.

“I couldn’t help but to notice you by your lonesome and I was wondering if you want to grab a Butterbeer with-”

“She’s not interested.” A voice state coldly. Judith suddenly found herself out of Jordan’s grasp and in the familiar arms of her boyfriend’s.

‘Oh Gods have mercy, this is not going be good...’ she thought. Judging by Jordan’s bewildered, and slightly fearful, expression on his face, she knew Talbott was given him his infamous death glare.

Which Talbott indeed was.

Talbott never deemed himself the “jealous” type before. He felt very secure in the relationship he had with his darling girlfriend. She held his heart in her delicate hands and there was nowhere else he would rather see it. 

But the rage he felt seeing his precious girlfriend under the arm of a wizard who thinks he could just waltz and take his place-

‘Not today, bastard...’

“Hey, who are-” Jordan started say only to be cut off by the fuming Ravenclaw.

“I’m going to say this once and only once. You see her? This is my girlfriend. My viciously adorable Hufflepuff. My darling little bird. My beautiful future wife. She’s mine. So, I suggest you avoid touching her as if she wasn’t it. I won’t hesitate to find a way to claw your eyes out if I hear or see otherwise. Got it?” Judith felt her face flush at Talbott’s words and protective grip around her waist.

‘He sees me as his future wife?’ she thought. The thought of that being in her future caused butterflies to erupt in the pit of her belly.

Jordan felt a chill run down his spine at the glaring red eyes, filled with promise to carry out that threat. He gave a quick mute nod before taking off. Talbott waited until the Gryffindor was out of sight to nuzzled the back of Judith’s head.

“Was all that entirely necessary, Talbott,” Judith asked as she felt her boyfriend relax.

“Yes.” was the short reply. Judith rolled her eyes and chuckled, turning around to take a look at her boyfriend. She smiled at him, seeing him in the outfit she picked out for him.

“Don’t worry bird boy. I’ll always be yours,” she said, pecking his lips. Talbott blushed, but leaned in for seconds.

He may not be the biggest fan of PDA, but he wasn’t against showing every person who could see them like this she was his.

His little bird...

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

Straasa Commission!

Hello, everyone!

One of your kind fellow fans commissioned me on KoFi for some juicy Straasa smut, and they would like this commission to be shared with all of you!

It features Straasa in a pretty dommy mood, and while the writing is pretty explicit, the MC can be of any gender!

The warnings include: bondage, blindfolds, overstimulation, edging, fingering, penetration, oral, multiple orgasms, biting

Have fun XD

Lulled into a cocoon of warmth, drunk on his voice, his touch, when he started gently pressing kisses against your head, leaning down to lightly nibble on your ears, you thought nothing of it. Just gave into the steady building of arousal he was driving you into, greedy for more of his touch, for more of his attention.

You’d like to say that you know how you ended up here, but it would be a lie. There you were, minding your own business and sitting in your favorite armchair with a book when your sweet lover came to join you. His voice was soft, his touch softer, blue eyes hooded and loving.

He lured you in innocently enough. His hands slowly massaging your shoulders, his deep voice murmuring sweet nothings in your ears—what are you reading, do you need me to get you anything, how has your day been, I’ve missed you so, my heart.

His clever fingers began to roam, caressing over your shoulders, trailing over your chest and teasing the edges of your nipples over the light tunic you were wearing. After pressing soft kisses all over your face—your nose, your closed eyelids, your cheekbones, your chin—his soft lips followed the path of his hands.

Down your neck they went, suckling gently on your skin to leave evidence of his love, his hot breath fanning over the nipples his fingers got pebbled, mouth closing around one momentarily to suck headily. He didn’t linger there, however. His hands slipped under the tunic, teasing and sensitizing you as he knelt before you, his mouth playing over the edge of your pants.

A steady stream of moans was forced from you as he played you like an instrument, heat pooling in your core, your breath coming in pants as his digits plucked at your nipples, mouth teasing with light bites over your clothed thighs, licking over your pubic bone but never straying lower.

In the end, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore and yanked down your pants yourself, his dark chuckle making you throb all the harder as you bared yourself to his hungry gaze and ever hungrier mouth. The cool air created such a contrast of sensations as Straasa’s hot lips descended upon you with ravenous intent.

This is how you find yourself writhing on the armchair, hands buried in his long locs, hips pushing up against his mouth, trying to get him as close to your burning core as possible, his long fingers plucking your nipples expertly. He makes hungry sounds as he feasts on you, the vibrations traveling through every nerve and setting your blood aflame as surely as his tongue does.

Higher and higher the pleasure ratchets, your muscles tightening, your fingers turning into claws on his scalp, until the heat spills over and you helplessly fall over the precipice, a wild climax rolling over you as you release into his mouth. He laps and sucks at you, prolonging the ecstasy until you’re whining from the overstimulation.

He pulls back with a self-satisfied smirk, lips glistening, blue eyes twin pools of black, his hunger not yet sated. He gets up from his knees and slithers up to you, his tall, fit form flexing with the movement and making a new wave of lust surge through you.

He buries his hand in your locks and seals his mouth over yours, letting you taste your own desire on his lips. “I’m not done with you yet, beloved,” he whispers against your skin as he trails his mouth over your jaw and up your ear, giving the tip a little nibble.

Then, without missing a beat, his strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees before he lifts you in the air in a bridal carry, his effortless strength stealing your breath away as he swiftly moves you towards the bedroom. Who knows what delights await you there?

You find out soon enough. Your lover deposits you on the bed ever-so-gently, his hands gliding over your sensitized body. He undressed you fully with reverent hands, his open palm trailing over the curve of your hip and moving to the back to massage one of your cheeks.

Then he flips you over abruptly, cause a gasp to burst from you at the sudden manhandling. He looms over your back, his hands moving to your wrists and slowly, inescapably bringing them to lay across the small of your back. His hot breath fans over your ear as he leans down to murmur to you, his grip on you a vice.

“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back, beloved. Then, I’m going to put a blindfold over your pretty eyes as I lay kisses all over your body. I will have you completely at my mercy, and you’re going to let me, won’t you? My most precious one. You’ll be good for me.”

A broken whimper leaves your lips as you arch your back, trying to rub yourself against him just to have that contact, to feel him against you. Your generous lover obliges, pushing you down with his bulk and letting you feel more of his weight, his hips grinding lightly against your backside, showing you how hard he is for you.

Holding your wrists captive with one hand, he allows you to writhe against him, rubbing yourself over his length as he reaches under the pillows and pulls out a long length of rope. Your mouth goes instantly dry as you realize that he has planned this out, and he meant to have you at his mercy from the get go, drugging you first with pleasure and soft attention to get you mellow and obedient.

All of it leading up to this. To your hands tied behind you, your sight taken away, and your lover running covetous fingers all over you, stoking the flames of your desire to a roaring inferno. Throughout it all, his sinful voice rumbles in your ear, as heady and tangible as a caress.

“Does this feel good, my heart?” he murmurs softly, his loving tone coming in stark contrast to the wicked movements of his hand, toying with you until you’re groaning with abandon, your flesh on fire, aching to feel him inside. He coos at your torture, a low rumble of satisfaction leaving him as you squirm wildly, trying to get his fingers inside you.

He pulls his hand away and focuses on kissing and licking your neck, your ears, his teeth and tongue leaving hot marks over your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs. His touch is everywhere except where you need him most. He tugs on your hair to make you arch your back, suckling headily all over your back.

It almost hurts to have him stroke every last inch of you, the feeling of his firm caresses overwhelming you with sensation. You want more but you don’t, it’s too much but not enough. Your lover flips you on your back, your hands trapped underneath you, your head thrashing as you try to dislodge the blindfold.

“Shhhh, shh, my sweetheart. You’re okay, there’s nothing to fear. I’m here, my beauty,” he soothes you lovingly, leaning down to press heated kisses all over your face, bringing his ear close to your mouth to check whether you need to say something to him.

“Okay?” he asks in a low murmur, and you manage a hum and a broken yes, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. Straasa chuckles darkly as he presses a kiss to the edge of your blindfold—then, he grabs one of your ankles in each hand and spreads your legs wide.

The strain of it plays at the edge of too much, but you feel a full body blush bloom over your skin at the embarrassment of being so exposed. Your man makes a hungry noise deep in his throat, however, and you can just imagine him biting his lip, his fingers on you tightening.

“I could just eat you up,” he growls, the need in his voice impossible to miss. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you? My treasured one. So beautiful. All mine.” The heady words make your breath catch, a fresh wave of arousal overpowering you before Straasa leans down and claims your mouth roughly.

He positions your legs around his waist, and you keep them there as he devours you with lips and tongue, going deep, licking and sucking ravenously. His hands stroke over your flanks, down your hips and across your thighs before he finally—finally­—touches you where you need him most.

He plays with your body, his steely erection pressed tightly against your thigh as he prepares your body to take his fingers deep within, his tongue thrusting into your mouth just the way you like. His crafty digits slip inside you without any difficulty, your body more than ready to accept him.

He uses all his considerable experience to drive you absolutely crazy, the tips of his fingers pressing into that spot that makes you see stars with every stroke inward, spreading them out on the backstroke. Before long, you are sobbing with overwhelmed ecstasy, your body gearing up for yet another orgasm just from his fingering.

As your body starts clenching around his thrusting digits, he picks up the pace, rutting against your thigh, sucking your breath away as your back arches. You are pushed over the edge, contracting spasmodically on the fingers forcing the climax out of you.

On and on the orgasm goes, stronger, sharper than the last one. You wail and thrash against the bedding, and your lover grips you by the hair and pins you to the bed as he kisses you throughout, not allowing you even a moment of reprieve. Once the aftershocks set in, you slump into the bed, exhausted.

Yet Straasa doesn’t pull back, doesn’t pull out his fingers. He keeps working your spent body, slower than before but no less insistently. You whine desperately, the pleasure growing teeth as your body is pushed past its normal limits. Straasa rips his mouth from you, lips latching onto your ear as he pants and reaches down to free himself from his breeches.

Within moments, the silkiness of his hard member pushes against your thigh, oh-so-hot and demanding as he rubs himself over your skin, his cruel fingers once more picking up the pace inside you. He pulls back just enough to start suckling at your nipples, his free hand grabbing your throat.

Every time you try to pull away from his relentless fingers, the grip on your throat tightens, and the vibration of his growling rumbles all over the peaked nipple in his mouth. He shows no mercy as he catapults you to the edge of yet another orgasm, your whole body trembling wildly at the pleasure-pain.

The thought to tell him to stop doesn’t even cross your mind. You’re just about to fly over the precipice of what promises to be another mind-shattering orgasm, your hips thrusting in tandem with his fingers, trying to get him deeper in, more, more, more!

Your body tightens, eyes rolling in their sockets—and the stimulation is abruptly snatched away, leaving you hollow, and empty, and throbbing. You scream at the loss, your climax subverted but your body still on fire with the need to release. You babble his name again and again, a curse, a plea, and your pitiless lover chuckles.

Without a word, he pulls away from you entirely, the sudden loss of his weight, his warmth, distressing you even further. You thrash and snarl, trying to get yourself free, to find him, bite him, claim, make him finish this—! Two muscular arms wrap around your hips before you are unceremoniously hoisted towards him.

With the speed of a striking snake, your lover covers you with his body, his member slipping inside you in one long, hard thrust that sends euphoria zinging through every nerve, his teeth embedding themselves into the meat of your shoulder. You climax. You climax so hard you can’t breathe, all self-awareness fleeing as you become a vessel for pure bliss.

Bliss that doesn’t stop. Straasa cradles you so close it’s impossible to move, his hard body undulating against yours as he hammers into you, giving it to you hard and deep, holding nothing back. You are beyond overstimulated, but you can’t stop your hips from pushing back, coupling like wild animals, trying to all but fuse with one another.

Your mouths search for one another, and soon, you are making love in every way conceivable, his weight on top of you, his arms keeping you prisoner as he ushers you through a never-ending stream of releases, until your body has no more left to give.

Consciousness fades as your body shudders and flails through the last of your delicious torture, Straasa’s seed filling you deep within as your man moans his completion against your mouth. Everything is a blur after that. You float on a cloud of pure euphoria, weightless, existing beyond time and space.

You feel careful hands clean you up, a glass of water pressed to your lips, dried fruit pushed into your mouth. You drink and chew obediently, without thought, until you are once more taken in a tender embrace and Straasa strokes your back, pets your hair, presses soft kiss to the crown of your head as you lie on top of his chest.

You fall asleep to the knowledge you are safe, loved. Oh-so-very satisfied.

Welcome to the rest of your life.

[lewdbabies]

~My pet~

warning:/ Nsfw, 18+ MDNI, degradation, Choking, raw sex, rough sex, gore, explicit language and content

sukunax reader smut

part 2 is posted on my page enjoy 😉

The sun relentlessly beats down on your exposed flesh above the water, A thick blanket of fog covers the surrounding area making it nearly impossible to see in the distance. You close your eyes sinking deeper into the hot spring allowing it to swallow you all the way up to your neck. Day time baths weren’t a regular reoccurrence of yours, you preferred bathing under the stars under the protection of the night sky. Just The thought of someone catching you NAKED made your face red hot. You were alittle insecure about your body growing up in a village where beauty was The foundation for your future added a lot of pressure onto your self esteem. It was drilled into each and every young woman if their body was not perfection they’d live a sad life with an awful husband. You never let others see how much this bothered you, you held your head up and radiated confidence even if it isn’t how you truly felt.

“-crack-“

A branch. Your head snaps at the sound your arms impulsively reaching for your exposed chest.

“What do we have here” a monstrous voice hisses behind the fog.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you scramble out of the water grabbing your satin robe from the ground.

“Who are you?!” You stumble backwards deeper into the lush wooded area. Your feet scream in pain with each step.

“No need for introductions, I am here merely for a day time snack” the voice is closer now. You can make out a towering silhouette it’s frame oozing with demonic cursed energy. You spin on your heels ignoring the stabbing pains shooting through you. You run aimlessly desperate for any chance of escape, The curse chases after you with murderous intent destroying all life that stands in its path.

Growing weaker you take refuge behind the nearest tree pulling your knees to your chest and desperately covering your mouth.

“It isn’t polite to play with your food come on out ,my sweet” you here a strained gagging before a foreign red liquid burst from behind striking the tree opposite of you. The tree began to melt and decay instantly turning into a bubbling rotten liquid spilling into the surrounding plant life.

‘If that touches me...I’m dead’ You think to yourself thinking of the best possible plan for survival.

You could stay hidden in hopes he will give up and leave or you could make a run for the temple. As far back as you can remember the elders have always reminded you to never enter the temple. The temple is a forbidden place but no one ever talked about why that is. You’d always wondered what resided in that temple ,you guessed it had to be some sort of demonic entity. Logically speaking big fish eats little fish and if you could lure the curse there you might be able to escape while it is distracted by they mystery monster. It was settled, the plan was reckless stupid even but it was your only option.

You dash forward zigzagging through the trees, you could see the temple right ahead of you so close yet so far.

You begin to yell so loud it feels like your throat is being ripped apart.

“HELP IS ANYONE HERE PLEASE HELP ME PLEAS-“ Burning. Deep excruciating Heat seeps into the entire left side of your body. You’ve been hit. The red liquid bubbles up chewing away at the fabric covering your skin and burrowing itself into your now exposed flesh. You let out a blood curdling screech clawing at the bloody exposed wound.

“I am trying to rest!” A voice booms through the air. You fall to your knees locking eyes with the male figure you can barely make out.

You reach towards the figure whispering “Run” before falling unconscious.

~

Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Is someone... pacing?’ You question internally. You’ve been Aware for a while now listening carefully and analyzing each and every sound. So far You’ve been able to make out voices, Female voices Talking amongst themselves gossiping about the ‘mystery woman’ as they changed the water near your bed side. This presence was different it was cold and silent, observing your every movement. Tap. They are coming closer. Tap. Your body tenses. Tap. A shiver runs down your spine. You clench the sheets beneath you praying.

“I can smell your fear...” a rough calloused finger trails your cheek sending a current through your core.

Your eyes dart underneath your closed eyelids tears brimming, you attempt to swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

“Speak.” He growls low and deep.

You’re conflicted, You’d have to face him sooner or later playing dead can only last for so long. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead by now.

You peek through your eyelashes, and become face to face with...A man?

With further inspection you notice the strange markings lining his porcelain skin.

His Ivory robe hangs slightly open giving a clear view of the Dark lines decorticating his entire torso. His eyes are locked on you staring menacingly through his strawberry locs. You gaze into his pools of honey drowning in them. Despite the fear deep in your chest blood rushes to your cheeks in an instant.

“Who are you” his breath tickles your face.

“I-uh my name is Y/N”

He inches closer exploring every inch of your face, you scrunch your nose in protest.

“Who are you” his voice grows darker sending chills through your body.

“I already told you who I am” you bite back.

“ Well let me rephrase my question...What...are you”

You take a moment and think to yourself ‘what am I? What kind of question is that’ you raise your brow a look of frustration washes over your face.

“I don’t understand what you mean” he squints at your response.

Your attention suddenly averts to your arm , the last thing you remember was clawing at your own melting flesh yet there was no pain at all. Your arm is completely bandaged but you were certain they weren’t necessary. Your arm felt...healed, how long had you been here? You begin to panic wondering how much time had gone by.

“No human could sustain such an injury and survive now I’m going to ask you once more what...are you” his voice is dripping with viciousness it flows through you sending heat between your thighs.

“I am y/n a poor village girl who sells art in the city, my father is a farmer, my mother is dead, I live in a small run down home surrounded by land that is near impossible to harvest, I am regretful to say but I am human.” He sighs raising his hand to your throat claws grazing your neck. A warm droplet of blood trickles down your throat you swallow back the lump forming.

“Do you know who I am?” You stare at him watching the chaotic energy grow around him consuming his entire form. It swirled violently in a tsunami of Darkness stronger than any cursed energy you’d seen before.

Curses plagued your village all the time it was apart of your everyday existence but this was on another level. Each year official’s would come and host a challenge for the villages most “gifted”. A test to figure out who was gifted with spiritual abilities that could help the disposal of curses. You always knew you were gifted you could see past the blanket of reality, but you were weak physically unable to protect yourself and others on the battlefield. You decided to stay home and live out your days in the village with your father after a few failed attempts at the test. During these exams you’d seen many terrifying creatures but him...He was the embodiment of destruction nothing you’d ever witnessed before.

“You’re a curse...” His laugh rumbles deep within his chest,You grow irritated.

“My pet...” he brushes your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb.

He leans down lips brushing your ear,his breath fanning your skin.

“Ryomen Sukuna” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as your body paralyzes with fear. The strongest Demon to ever walk the earth is standing inches from your face. He smirks at your reaction his tongue tracing his bottom lip in approval.

You always seemed to stumble into misfortune situations but this... this is otherworldly.

[todorokiaimee]

Dopamine (Bakugou x Black OC)

CHAPTER 1 (Note: This chapter is very spicy! Cover art by @mexi-doodler​)

“I can’t believe you talked me into this…” Bakugou groaned as he sauntered down the sidewalk beside his friends and former classmates, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“You can’t say no to me Bakubabe, especially on my birthday!” The pink-haired hero Ashido Mina giggled as she gave the blonde grump a tight hug from behind.

He grunted as he peeled the girl off him. “It’s the only reason I blessed you with my presence.”

“Awww you care!” The electric hero Kaminari Denki cooed as he wrapped an arm over Bakugou’s shoulder, only for him to shove him away.

“Shut it, you fucking extra!”

The tight-knit group of friends known as the Bakusquad were all out for a night on the town to celebrate Mina’s 27th birthday. The crew were dressed in their best clubwear as they walked up to the bouncer of one of Tokyo’s most exclusive dance clubs, flashing their IDs.

“Cool it, man. Let’s not make a scene on Pinky’s big day.” Kirishima chuckled as they walked inside.

Their ears were met with the driving rhythm of hip hop music, the bassline vibrations rattling in their chests. The club was filled with people dancing and drinking into the night. Pushing their way past herds of partiers, the group of friends made their way up to the bar, all ordering various drinks.

“To our Alien Queen!” Sero announced as he raised his glass, the others following suit. “The only woman who could keep us all in line all these years. Happy birthday!” The boys cheered as Ashido cheekily took a bow before guzzling down her drink.

“Thanks, boys!” she grinned before busting out her best twerking moves. “Now let's get out on that dance floor!” The pink hero laughed as she quickly made her way to the dance floor.

Everyone except Bakugou hurriedly finished up their drinks before setting their empty glasses on the bar. They all then took to the dance floor following behind the birthday girl except for Kirishima. Turning over his shoulder, he saw his prickly best friend still leaning against the bar, drink in hand. “You coming, bro?”

The blonde shook his head with a click of his tongue, “You got me here but I ain’t dancing.”

“Suit yourself!”

The explosive hero waved his friend off, watching him retreat to the dance floor. With a shake of his head, he sipped his manhattan as he watched his friends dance until a woman walked up to the bar next to him.

She was tall, easily eye level with him, with long black goddess locs. Her dark chocolate skin almost seemed to glow as he looked up her long toned legs, her round backside, over her small waist, to her generous breasts. Damn. He watched her as she easily caught the bartender’s attention.

“A double shot of whiskey, please.” Her voice was velvety smooth as he unconsciously leaned in further to hear more.

The bartender nodded as he poured her drink. The blonde watched silently as the mystery woman reached into her purse, pulling out a wad of singles. After paying, the woman quickly took the shot like it was water, Bakugou letting out a grunt in surprise.

She turned her head towards him, arching a dark brow, “What?”

Oh. She was beautiful. The hero took a moment to study her features. She had alluring emerald green eyes, full rosy lips, and he was especially fond of the small nose ring.

“Nothing,” he smirked, eying the woman. “I’m impressed.”

The woman hummed, shifting her weight to lean against the bar, her breasts pushed up and on display. “Well, it takes twice as many of those fruity drinks to get the same buzz and costs twice as much.” The ravenette paused a moment as she looked the hero up and down. “You dance?”

“No,” he scoffed, taking another sip of his manhattan.

“Aww,” the mystery woman cooed, a pout on her lips. “Two left feet huh? Don’t worry lots of macho men can’t dance.”

“I never said I can’t.” Bakugou huffed, his face bunching into a scowl.

“Prove it.” She smirked as she leaned into him, tapping the side of his glass with her finger. “Or do you still need to babysit that drink?”

The blonde stood dumbstruck for a moment as he watched the mystery woman saunter off onto the dance floor. He mulled over her invitation, his eyes falling to the drink in his hand. He swirled the ice in the glass before a small smirk pulled at his lips. He’s not one to back down from a challenge. Taking a few big gulps, the hero finished his drink, leaving it at the bar before following her out onto the floor.

It was easy to find her in the crowd. Her soft curves were dressed in a deep red mini dress and her long goddess locs swayed as she effortlessly moved her body to the pulsating music. The hero made his way behind her, his large hands resting on her hips.

“So you decided to join me after all?” She hummed as she rolled her hips, slowly grinding her backside into him.

The hero only grunted in response as he listened intently to the loud music, moving his hips to the beat to match hers. The woman melted into him, the buzz of the alcohol finally taking hold. The pair swayed and grinded together as they lost themselves in the song, the heat of the room causing beads of sweat to form against their skin.

The ravenette sighed contently as she tilted her head back to rest on the blonde’s shoulder, her eyes closed as she hummed along to the song. Bakugou watched her face carefully as he unconsciously leaned into her. He could smell the warm scent of amber and jasmine on her neck as his nose lightly ghosted across her jaw. A small smirk pulled at her lips, loving the feeling of his stubble scratch against her cheek. As she lifted her arm back to rub at the hair of his undercut at the nape of his neck, she sang along softly to the sultry song. Bakugou couldn’t help the strained breath that fell from his lips as his pants began to grow tighter.

And then, she opened her eyes.

He stared into her half-lidded emerald irises and the world seemed to stop. His body moved before he could realize, and his lips were on hers. The mystery woman returned the kiss, her lips molding to his with ease.

The hero then spun her around to face him as their lips connected again, his large hands roaming over her curves. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for entry, which she gave without hesitation. The two continued to explore each other’s mouths until she pulled away, both panting.

“You wanna get out of here?”

The blonde smirked as he took out his phone, quickly calling an Uber.

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Bakugou pushed open the door to his bedroom as he led the dark-skinned woman inside, their lips still connected. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, as he made his way to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. “What are you waiting for, Sexy? Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me?”

The woman shamelessly took in the sight of his body, his rock hard abs looking especially yummy. She also noted the many red scars peppered all over his strong frame. “I’m many things but shy isn't one.” The woman chuckled as she slowly walked over to him before turning around. She pulled her long locs over her shoulder to present her back. “I just need a zip.”

His thick fingers grasped the zipper, pulling it down to reveal the smooth skin of her bare back. No bra. Gently, he pushed the mini dress off her shoulders, letting it all off her body and pool at her feet. Bakugou hummed as he took in her Coke bottle silhouette. His eyes skated down her body until they fell just above her black lace thong, making a discovery. “What’s this?” He chortled, pulling her hips closer to him. Just above her round bottom were two deep dimples at the base of her spine. He smirked as he gripped her hips, placing both of his thumbs into their indentions. “Built-in place holders.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Baby. ” The woman said softly as she turned around to face him.

Bakugou got an eyeful, her full breasts on display. He quickly took note of the stainless steel bars decorating both her nipples. “Nice hardware,” he smirked, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bud. The woman breathed a quiet moan under his touch, igniting his fire even more.

Grabbing the back of her neck, the hero hungrily claimed her lips once again, his tongue exploring her mouth without mercy. He quickly rid himself of his pants and underwear as she did the same with hers. With a huff, he tossed the woman on the bed with ease, a surprised squeal escaping her throat.

“You liked that?” he chuckled as he walked over to his bedside table, stroking his hard member. He was little over average in length but with plenty of girth to make up for it. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy making a mess of you.” The hero opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The woman purred.

Turning his head, Bakugou laid his eyes on the mystery woman presented beautifully on his bed. Her long legs were spread wide, her fingers deep within her core.

“Fuck…” His dick throbbed and twitched in his hand at the sight. “You little Minx. You just couldn’t wait for my cock would you?” He licked his lips as he put the latex on, loving the little moans that left her mouth. “That pussy nice and ready for me?” Bakugou crawled over top of the woman, caging her in between his muscular arms.

“Why don’t you find out?”

With a smug look, he leaned down kissing her roughly, leaving little nips at her bottom lip. He ground into her core, teasing her entrance with his length as his lips moved down her jaw to her long neck. He left hot messy kisses to her skin until he moved to mark his territory.

In one swift motion, the ravenette had pushed the hero off of her body, turning the tables. She pressed him down against the mattress, her hands resting against his famous pecs, straddling him at his hips. “No marks,” she smiled down at him with a wink.

He blinked up at the woman in surprise before quickly recovering. No marks, huh? “Fine.” He grinned, impressed at how easily she could throw her weight around. “While you’re up there why don’t you show me what you can do?” He breathed while grabbing her ass harshly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The woman lifted her body and took his length in her hands giving it a few pumps. Bakugou watched her carefully, loving the sight of her long olive green stiletto nails wrapped around him. She then aligned him with her entrance before slowly sinking onto him with a mewl. “Oo, shit...” He was much more of a sweet stretch than she had anticipated.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he cursed with a hiss, feeling her clench around him.

It was then that she began to roll her hips. Slow. Torturously slow. The hero couldn’t take his eyes off her, her body was absolutely amazing. A thin layer of sweat made her chocolate skin seem to glow. His ruby red eyes locked onto her belly button piercing, watching it roll and move with as if her skin was a deep ocean. As his eyes continued to travel south, he also noticed a small delicate tattoo on her hip. He recognized the geometric shape as a molecule structure map but couldn’t recall which one.

The thought quickly left his mind as she picked up the pace, opting to bounce on his dick without a care. Bakugou groaned at the incredible feeling, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. Moans began to pour from her lips, pushing his lust even further. With a grunt he began to snap his hips up into her, plunging himself even deeper.

“Oh fuck!” she mewled, as she sensually held her breasts, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Are you gonna give me what I want, Dimples?” He almost growled underneath her. The woman nodded feverishly as she continued to bounce his cock, her hand traveling down her body to her heat, her fingers rubbing circles over her clit. It didn’t take long for her gut to begin to coil, eager for release. Bakugou was not far off either, his breath now labored as he guided her body with his grip. “Come on, Dimples… Give me what I fucking want.”

With that, the coils snapped and the woman came hard around his length. A plethora of moans and mewls spewed from her lips as she trembled in his grasp, her eyes shut tight in pleasure. Bakugou finished right behind her, a deep raspy growl erupting from his throat followed by a cocky grin. “Fuckkkk. Goddamn, Dimples you really did make a mess.”

“Shh.” The woman whispered, her eyes still closed as she continued to ride out her orgasm. “Stop talking. You’ll ruin it.”

I’ll ruin it? The hero looked up at her, taken aback at her comment for a moment until she gracefully rolled off of him and off the bed. He watched her in disbelief as she began to pick her clothes off of the floor and redress. As she gathered her purse, Bakugou realized that she was actually about to leave without a word. “Oi!” He barked as he quickly took off the used condom, tossing it in his bedside trash can. “The fuck are you going?!”

The mystery woman turned over her shoulder as she zipped up her dress effortlessly, answering him matter of factly, “Home.”

“Oh.” Once again he was at a loss for words as he covered his manhood with his sheets. “It’s the middle of the night. You need me to call you an Uber?” he continued in a much softer voice.

“Already taken care of,” she said while typing into her phone, barely giving him the time of day. Bakugou could only stare at her as if she had three heads. Once she was satisfied with her selections she finally looked back up at the hero, a small smirk on her lips as she gave him a weak salute, “Thanks for the O. I’m out.”

“Hey! You’re just gonna walk out?!”

“Yeah?” She nodded slowly, her piercing green eyes looking him over. “You got a problem with that?”

The blonde couldn’t believe what was happening. He just rocked her world and she’s just gonna ditch? He did rock her world… right?

“No…” He huffed, a light blush beginning to form across his cheeks. He turned his body away from the woman as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You just surprised me, is all. Most chicks are begging to stay the night or least exchange numbers.”

He had said it in his signature proud tone as if he were annoyed by the actions of previous partners, but the mystery woman saw straight through his facade. She leaned against the doorway as she looked over the contours of his muscular back and bulging biceps. She knew exactly who he was and was planning on this being a one-time thing. A Pro Hero would never stick around with a girl like her. However… Coming back here wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing ever. With a heavy sigh, she tossed her cell phone onto the bed, fighting a smile, “Put your info in.”

Bakugou turned back toward the woman, picking up the phone. A look of relief flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced with his signature smug smirk. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then give it back!” She scoffed, crossing her arms, shifting her weight to one hip.

The blonde chuckled as he keyed in his information before tossing it back to the woman. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” As the ravenette put her phone back in her purse and turned to leave, he spoke up once more. “Hey, Dimples. Lock the door behind you.”

The woman turned to him, flipping her long locs over her shoulder “My name’s not Dimples. It’s Jada.” She smirked, her green eyes holding a playful look. “Miss Jackson if you're nasty.”

With that, she walked out of the room leaving Bakugou in a stunned silence, listening intently as he heard her leave the house. “Jada Jackson, huh?” he hummed as he properly got into bed. “Forget it, Bakugou,” he mumbled to himself as he turned out the light, resting his head on his pillow. “She’s probably more trouble than she’s worth.” 

Chapter 2 | Masterlist 

[ladynoirelf]

Dark Crystal Tik-Tok challenge: Walking in naked on s/o

Deet to Rian:

Deet peered into the room she and Rian, her body dripped wet from her shower and warped in a fluffy towel. She smiled as she watched Rian playing on the computer, headphones on and sometimes yelling at the boys in the mic.

Taking a breath, she slowly opened the door. The creak of the wood grabbed Rian’s attention, looking up from his desktop he watched Deet saunter next to him.

“Oh, hello” he greeted, lifting his mic so his friends couldn't hear.

“Hi~”

“You uh...just take a shower”?

“Mmh-hmm~”.

“Oh… You gonna-”

The soft landing of the towel cut Rian’s sentence to a halt, leaving him to stare at the beautiful nude body of his beautiful gilly. His breath hitched as she slipped into his lap, Rian had to slam his computer shut just in case the cam was on.

“Hey! Rian what happened? You disappeared”. Gurjin asked through the mic.

“Can someone help the orphan please! I'm getting killed over here”! Kylan’s panicked screeching feel deaf to Rian’s ears as Deet started kissing up his juggalr.

“S-Sorry guys I have to um...handle somethingseyoulater”!

Rian ripped the headphones off his head, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend before ripping the power cord from his laptop to force it off and hurried to the bed with Deet giggling madly in his arms.

 Rian to Deet:

“Did you get the gift package I sent you”?

“Yes father, but you don't have to send one every month”.

Deet watched her father on the other side of the Crystal-holo do some dishes. 

“Yes, I do. I don't want you using too much of those surface products. Who knows what they use in them, I was just reading an article about how they use fizzgig dung in some of their skin ointments and they even use…”.

Deet drowned out her father at the clicking of the bathroom door opening. Knowing it was Rian coming out from his shower, she stayed on the couch absently nodding as her father droned on about dung products and bone marrow shampoo. 

Suddenly, a damp towel flew over her head!

Deet whipped her head to see Rian standing smugly in the nude with his hands on his hips.

Deet’s mouth opened and closed like a Hooyim out of water, her eyes unsure of where to look.

“...so that's one of many reasons to avoid-oh my. Well hello there Rian~”.

Both Shadowling and Woodling looked in mortification to see Lath’N looking impishly at the exposed bits of his daughter’s boyfriend in the corner of the screen.

“Is it chilly in the house son”?

“FATHER”!

Deet threw the retreating Rian a couch pillow before pushing the floating crystal back in its slot to end the call. 

“Om my Thra, I’m so embarrassed”.

“YOUR embarrassed”!? Rian popped his head in the living room, pillow pressed over his groin. “I can't show my face to your father again”!

Both could only groan in embarrassment and shame.

 Brea to Kylan:

Brea made sure that her fluffy towel was good and loose before tiptoeing through the kitchen to sneak behind her boyfriend on the couch. Kylan sat oblivious to her sneakery, tending to his virtual farm on his handheld console. Brea mentally counted three before flinging off her towel and plopping her bare breasts atop Kylan’s head.

“Crushing titter attack”!

“Gyaa! Brea”!

Kylan nearly had his eye poked with an ample nipple. Shocked by Brea’s undress, he swiftly removed the sweater he was wearing and wrapped her up in it.

“For Thra’s sake the windows are open”! Kylan cried, gently pushing Brea away from the living room.

“We live on the 25th floor”.

“You never know, there might be some pervert with a telescope trying to see in here”.

“So you don't like it”? Brea coyly pouted, batting her lashes as she moved the sweater so her chest brushed against a blushing Kylan.

“N-N-No, no,no I do like it. I really like it”. He stuttered, looking to the ceiling in habit. Unintentionally giving Brea access to his jugular where she trailed placed her sweet kisses.

“Let's go then”. She cooed

“G-G-Go”?

“Bedroom” she kissed his bobbing Adam's apple “right now please”.

“...Okay”. 

Kylan dreamily followed his humming princess, leaving his game unsaved and console to die of battery loss.

 Kylan to Brea:

Normally, Kylan would try to avoid the group's challenges that required him to get chased, flirt with strangers and get nude. And after hearing how Rian’s challenge went horribly wrong, Kylan was definitely uninterested. 

But, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't curious to see Brea’s reaction. Since she took the lead most of the time, he figured it would be quite a suprise.

Curiosity got the better of him and now here he was standing outside his and Brea’s bedroom wearing only a robe. Taking Rian’s caution to heart, Kylan made sure Brea was nowhere near a cam or crystal-holo. He peeked through the crack of the open door to see Brea reading on her side.

With no cam-quartz insight, Kylan took a calming breath. Then pushed open the door with such force it slammed into the wall as he threw his robe off!

Startled by the noise, Brea jerked up to see a shaking Kylan standing before her with his cock out.

…

…

“So-”. Kylan was cut off with the shuffling of the comforter as Brea sat up to tie up her hair in a messy bun. Her eyes eyeing her target right in between her boyfriend's legs.

Kylan yelped in surprise as Brea pounced on him, devouring him right there till sunrise.

 Mothria to Gurjin:

“Darling”.

“Get your head in the game fellas were almost there”!

“Darling”.

“Come Kylan hit harder buddy you got this”.

“Daaaaaarling”

“YEAHEHEH! EAT SOG YA BASTARDS”!

“Gurjin”!

Said gillon winced at his love’s booming call, though he couldn't say he didn't deserve it. He muted his mic before removing his headphones.

“S-Sory about that lovemoth, I got caught up in the-ooooh”.

Pouting with her arms crossed, long locs untied and flowing freely to the floor, and bare as the day she was born. Mothria huffed as she turned her back to her boyfriend, her hair nearly hitting his awestruck face.

“You said tonight was my night”. She whined “but you’ve just been playing with the boys”. 

“Im sorry, I'm sooo sorry Lovemoth. Here I'll turn it off right now, and then” Gurjin pressed his lips to her webbed ear “then I'll lavish you in attention, okay? You forgive me, Mothy”? Gurjin wrapped his arms around Mothria’s waist, trailing kisses from her shoulder up to her neck.

She looked up with sultry green eyes.

“You promise”?

Gurjin kissed her, hard “I promise”.

 Gurjin to Mothria:

Mothria just wanted to rest, that's all.

After long hours on the breeding farm and running errands for Grigor, a nice relaxing weekend indoors was all she needed. It helped that the forecast was cloudy and rainy, perfect staying and couch potato weather.

So she sat on the couch with the bola and spear channel on high with some “Peach berry” frozen cream. Taking a bit of her tart and sweet treat, she heard quite rustling behind her.

Knowing it to be Gurjin, she simply contented to watch the contestant prep for their throw.

“Mothyyyyyy”.

Mothria groaned, knowing what was coming.

“LoveMoothhhh”.

She just wanted to relax, sex with Gurjin when its raining was not relaxing. She mentally urged herself to keep ignoring him.

“Mothriaaaa~”.

“How can I help you”?

“Look behind you”.

“I'm watching something”.

“Please”.

“This is a really good match”.

“And I'm really good looking, look my way lovemoth”.

“Nah, not falling for it”.

Mothria’s smirk of victory quickly plunged when Gurjin moved to stand in front of the TV. Ready to go for a romp.

“...Can you at least wait until I finish my snack”?

“You have five minutes”.

[vibranium-chakra]

The Man Upstairs

A/N: Someone on here was interested in a tidbit where this happened with a BP guy, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing it lol. Something quick, something light.

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Faux locs still slightly wet and skin moisturized from a shower, you lay across your bed scrolling through Instagram. It was finally Friday and you'd been planning some self-care all week. Work was stressful, and a little drama between your friends left your brain fried and drained, so this time was vital. You planned on ordering your favorite meal via DoorDash while catching up on your favorite YouTubers, and then starting on a new Netflix series everyone on your timeline was talking about. Phone on Do Not Disturb. No friends, no annoying work emails; just Y/N and what Y/N wants.

Order placed and YouTube playing, you were cozy and at peace on the couch. To your dismay, you could've sworn you heard heavy boots stalk up the stairwell to the units above.You paused the video to listen intently, seeing if those footsteps would stop at the apartment above you. The acoustics and solidarity of the complex was shit, so if they took out their keys to open the door you'd hear it. A few moments passed by and nothing. Maybe they went away. A small sigh escaped your lips as you kicked your feet back up on the sectional.

CLANK

The sound of the metal door closing was audible. Were you trippin'? Just then, the heavy boots sound was back for a minute until it just sounded like regular footsteps, then the music started.

Shit. It was them.

Though the music was fairly low for now, you couldn't help the small rain cloud that crowded your mood. It wasn't a huge deal, but the Virgo in you hated when things didn't go according to plan. However, if he kept it at this volume, things may be okay you figured. A few clicks of the volume up on the TV and you continued your evening.

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Your settled mood lasted for about an hour. As the music continued and got louder, you would just turn up the TV. But it was getting ridiculous. You tried to listen for it outside the door, and even asked your DoorDash deliverer if they could hear it. Between the constant beating of the bass between the walls and the occasional thump of feet, you were at wit's end. Your new neighbor needed an advisory welcome, and you were glad to give it.

You slipped into your brown plush slides, locking your door behind you as you sauntered up the stairwell to the third floor. The cold wind would've normally bothered you, but you were too tunnel-visioned to care. You took a deep breath once you arrived at unit 305, rehearsing in your head just how you would have this convo. Unfortunately, this wasn't your first time so you had a good idea. Would it be a college student? A young single mother with a rambunctious child? A drug dealer with no sense of hearing? You rapped 4 times with heavy knuckles against the door, wrapping yourself in your arms as you waited. You unintentionally stared down at your pedicured white toes as the door opened, light from the inside hitting your feet.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt you. I'm-" your speech was cut short as you peered up at this neighbor. You weren't sure what you expected, but you didn't anticipate this.

A black man, some inches taller than you, stood inside. The first thing you noticed was his torso, scattered with uniform cuts along his abs, chest and forearms. Did he do them himself? What did they mean? Why did they look so damn good? They glistened with sweat by way of the dining room ceiling light; as a matter of fact all of him did. He was shirtless. He must've been working out. The room released an aroma of some kind of oil and sweat.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to come up and say hi." His voice snatched you from your thoughts. Gruff, but buttery smooth and foreign. He wasn't from around here. For God's sake you would've noticed him anywhere in town. You looked up to meet his eyes nervously, swallowing spit before you spoke. Sexy man was expecting you?

"Ah-h yeah, hey I'm from downstairs."

"I know, you're the one with the plants on the balcony," he chuckled a little before finishing, "that's dope, ma. I'm Erik, I just moved in last month."

He placed his hand out to shake, sporting a killer smile that sat under gold fangs and a set of dimples. Did Jesus send this man? You placed your hand in his, plastering on a polite smile to cover your lack of words.

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you announced back, finding comfort in his surprisingly soft hand in yours.

"Y/N, pretty. What can I do for you miss Y/N?" He recited your name confidently, and you watched his lips move as if they were in slow motion. A cold breeze shivered up your arm, reminding you why you were out here in the 48 degree weather in the first place.

"I came up about the music, and the working out."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was here," he paused to turn the music down from his phone.

"It's fine. Well it's not, but thank you. I know you're usually gone in the daytime and I'm gone at night, so I guess it never came up."

"You been clocking me miss?" He leaned against the doorway, smirking and folding his muscular arms. Okay nigga, relax.

"Actually I haven't, I just noticed the unknown Jaguar parked near mine and figured it had to be yours." You shrugged a little. "It's nice."

"So you haven't been watching me, just my car. Okay I'll take it, thank you." His boldness prompted shy chuckles from you. The smooth motherfucker. He knew he was attractive and had no problem using it to his advantage. Granted, you probably would've gave him some play in a heartbeat. But he didn't need to know that.

"Anything else I can help you with miss Y/N?" Stop saying my damn name like that, you thought. The offer sounded innocent, but his sly, lip-biting survey of your body up and down held an innuendo of something else. You looked down at yourself, noticing your semi-hardened nipples protruding against your shirt and the beginning of ash forming against your ankles. Your arms flew up in defense, folding against your chest. Erik wasn't the least bit fazed by your nervousness, facial expression still full of interest.

"Uhhh no, that's all. You know actually, there's a gym nearby if you need to work out. It's 24 hours."

"Yeah? I'll have to have you show me sometime beautiful. You seem pretty well acquainted with the area," he crossed his chiseled arms across his chest, drawing your attention back to his ripped torso. You needed to get out of this now.

"Sure, I'll show you sometime. Thank you again for the music."

"No problem, you feel free to come up and fuss at me anytime miss Y/N."You turned towards the stairwell, and heard the metal door meet the lock as you descended down. You let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. While you did value your free time and peace, Erik was definitely worth the upstairs trip. The image of his smile and perfect body clouded your brain for the rest of the night in Unit 205.

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