()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
It was known since you first strolled through the halls in an Hermes sweater, loose dress pants, and shiny loafers like shit was casual that you had more money than necessary, and it only became more prominent as time passed on.
People first speculated that you were a drug dealer, you dressed similarly to the man they all bought from so you couldn’t be too far removed from that lifestyle.
But when you opened your mouth and were actually able to exercise your personality, the rumors were instantaneously crushed.
You were then titled the town’s good samaritan, along with your parents. Without going into heavy detail, your family, extended or immediate, all ran businesses within a larger gang in Southern Cali.
It wasn’t your typical drug cartel that sold children to older predatory people, but one that distributed products while also putting anything they had back into their communities, and when the opportunity to spread their grounds and expand arose, your parents were the first to agree.
You were the type to help old ladies cross the street while holding their heavy brick-filled purses, and the kind of person to spot another when they were short a few on cash, and yet you demanded nothing back.
Maddy thought you were exactly what she needed. Initially, you were a rebound. You were new, so you wouldn’t know the intricacies of her and Nate’s relationship or the risk of being with her, so you were perfect.
But then you began showing her an extreme opposite of the relationship dynamic she was used to. Your family loved her and genuinely enjoyed her presence. If she wasn’t spending the day with you, her friend group, or babysitting, she could be found in any location around town with your mother. Drinks in hand from a random juice store, and freshly done nails that your mom insisted she paid for because she “needed to familiarize herself with her future daughter-in-law”.
The relationship you two had wasn’t the type that grew uncomfortable because you were moving too fast, ever. Maddy wasn’t used to reciprocated affection and acted as if she needed to pretend she was happy, so you moved at a pace set by her and never failed to tell her how much she meant to you, and eventually (on your 6 month anniversary) how much you loved her.
You thoroughly enjoyed giving her everything she’d needed and missed out on with Nate, like spoiling the shit out of her without her having to directly ask.
Emotionally you sat by her, listening to any and everything she wanted to say, occasionally providing your own input when need be.
And physically or financially??? Maddy never even had to open those gorgeously glossed lips of hers to ask.
You were observant. You saw the way she screenshotted ads for clothing on Instagram, and the endless Pinterest boards she had for whatever she envisioned. So whenever you noticed something catch her eye, it would immediately be in your cart, whether virtually or while in-store.
For your first Christmas together, you took her out on a simple venture to your nearest mall. A party for New Year was around the corner, and she’d mentioned needing an outfit so why not kill two birds with one stone?
Instead of the typical mall entrance, you took her through Sephora’s storefront. Anything her eyes cut back to, you snapped a picture of and followed right back behind her.
It was funny for other patrons and workers to watch. They saw her gracefully walk by and let her finger drag on a newly released palette, and here came your hulking figure that was definitely too big to be comfortable in the aisle, getting all close to snap a picture and read the label with your tongue poking slightly out in focus, before speed walking back to her and grabbing her hand.
Maddy was nearly in tears when looking at your room on Christmas evening. She wanted to stay with her family for the morning, so you took the liberty of bringing in a mini-tree, decorating it like the one in your living room, and stacking all of her presents beside it (there were too many for them to sit right under it). Each new gift she opened added another tear dropping down her cheek, she didn’t know what angel sent you for her, but she is so grateful she has you.
You were a selfless, stupidly rich simp for Maddy, and she loved everything about it.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
Would anyone be into writing or (co-writing with me) a Newt Scamder x Black!Reader series, or do I have to do it? It’d be cool to see with the time frame and Newt’s personality.
Summary: You’re the new single mom in the neighborhood who’s doing your best not to check for the dad next door, but he’s a fuckin smoke show. And super into you. He’s makin moves, still married, but he insists it’s over. Do you believe him and move forward or get yours and try not catch feelings?
Summary: An incident at the kids’ school has you and Chris face to face after he stood you up the night before. And boy, does have plans to make amends…
Relationship: dilf!destroyer!Chris x black!reader
Warnings: infidelity/cheating, open relationship situations, graphic language, late night creep, smut, rough passionate sex, oral sex (fem receiving), 18+
A/N: wheeeew boy the plot thickens! Felt like this smut is long af but watch I’m gonna read it back and it’ll be nothing anyway, it’s a little cute, a little nasty and a little messy but hey you know how I do
Toss and turn, get ready for work, drop Nev off at school, get to work, sit through two boring ass meetings and have lunch. Still no word from Chris. Your anger boils right beneath the surface but you try to remain…mature about this situation. You didn’t move to get entangled with a married man, no, your job and your daughter are your only priorities. So he didn’t text you, fine, that’s not a problem. The problem is…well…you thought he was different, but stupid of you to believe that. Disappointment comes with the territory of being interested in another person. So you do your best not to be mad at Chris and accept that it’s his first strike. And just because you’re damaged doesn’t mean every man is against you. He’s still a good man, a good dad, it’s just you’re a little butthurt and whole lot of horny. Staring out your office window running through all your thoughts, you check your attitude so you can move past it.
Besides, you did see Anne’s car unexpectedly in the driveway when you left the house this morning. She’d been gone for days what kind of mom could away from their kid that long? Oh that set your brows back to irritated. Anne…what’s her fuckin deal? You couldn’t help but wonder why was she like that. Why does she treat Chris like leftovers she no longer had an appetite for when he does so much for their family. Most wives don’t even get the pleasure of having such a present husband, a hands on dad. So, what, because he wasn’t the typical brief case toting, 401K managing, sit on my ass and scratch my balls piece of shit, she didn’t want him? All you can do is assume, and speculate and despise her since you don’t even know the whole story. Probably will never get it with the way Chris gets all weird when you bring it up. Maybe he’s hiding something terrible that happened so the maybe your hate for Anne is blind as fuck. Your cell ringing in your purse grabs your attention. Damn it’s the school calling. You never get a call from the school.
“Nev is fine, a little riled up but fine.” Her teacher spoke calmly since you’re already on ten from all your anxiety. “I’m calling because…she really socked Max’s bully in the nose after lunch and she’s in a bit of trouble for it. Is it possible for you to come down…”
You sigh, relax, almost laugh, as you hear the story of Nev poppin this kid fuckin with Max in her teacher’s classroom. Sitting in a little kid chair next to a peeved Nev, you hide your smirking lips behind your fingers rubbing across tip of your nose, listening to her teacher say,
“They were lined up in the hallway to return to class and according to Nev, Jeffrey kept pushing Max into the wall.”
“Mama Max kept saying stop!” Nev interrupts sitting up in her chair annoyed but you calmly push her back, and shush her so her teacher can talk.
“And when he didn’t stop, Nev here took action into her own hands.”
Her tiny fists more like it. None of this surprises you though you did raise her to defend herself and anyone she cared about and she really cares about Max. You glance down at your tiny boxer, pretend to be upset when really you’re nothin but a proud mama. But play like the mad mama so you can get out of here and treat her for doing what a good friend should.
“Jeffery…how bad?” Jeffery sounds like douche, a bully and you hope she really laid him out.
Her teacher waves her hand. “Just a little blood but okay. He’s having a conference with his parents and the principal about bullying.”
Good, little asshole. “And Max?”
“Sitting in the front office, waiting on his parents.”
Shit. So you might see Chris and Anne if you don’t get the hell on. “So is Nev in trouble here? Why aren’t we talking to the principal?” For the first time ever, you might add because Nev usually stays in her lane.
Sighing back into her seat, her teacher looks over your little girl and grins. “Nev’s a good kid, makes good grades, and I see that she and Max are becoming good friends. She was just protecting him.” Then she switches her sights back to you proudly smiling down on her. “Max needs a friend like her. So I thought I would talk to you and you can handle the situation yourself. Make this look official.”
Perfect. You both dodged a huge bullet and it was all due to her good behavior. Collecting your kid’s backpack, you thank her for her time, for being on your brainwave and head for the decorated door hoping you won’t catch Chris and Anne on the way out. Petting back her curly hair, you check on your little lightweight fighter.
“Are you okay little one? Does your hand hurt?”
“I’m fine mama. Can I go check on Max?”
She asks you with those big puppy dog eyes of hers. The exit is right there as you two approach the front office. You didn’t want to tell her no but you weren’t ready to see him and his shit wife as a unit after being so intimate with him. But Max was still sitting alone and waiting, you notice as you guys look through the glass windows of the office. He needed his best friend.
“Yeah…go ahead hun. I’ll be right outside ok?”
You usher her in, speaking to the secretary and little Max who’s still sniffling and teary eyed, traumatized from the incident earlier. Nev gives him a big hug and apologizes for what she did as you walk out even prouder of your little person. Looks like you’re doing something right as a single parent so yeah, you’re a little proud of yourself as well. Your girl did a good thing today, probably made some future asshole reconsider his lifestyle. Chin held high, chuckling and grinning softly to yourself, you push through the front doors of the school to meet the warm afternoon sun…aaaand the two individuals you necessarily didn’t want to see. Damn near bumped into them if Chris didn’t call out your name; you’re too busy picturing a tiny fist hitting a little nose with a comic strip BAM!
“Oh! Uh…” You dart an anxious glance between the pair of their wide nervous eyes, “hey guys…” You can hardly look at him without getting all flustered, fuck, you are so stuck. And he’s so close with his wife right there as if it’s not telling.
Together in a panic, they ask, “how are they?!”
You adjust Nev’s backpack on your shoulder with an uneasy smile, a worried breath. “Oh they’re fine. Well, they’re both upset but uh…in their own ways. Max is a bit shaken up but Nev’s with him.”
Anne doesn’t waste another second she pushes pass you to get to her son, leaving you two to face each other but at least there’s a distraction already set in place. Your fingers wring her strap, looking down at your pointed toed heels, unsure of what to say to him. Where he should be apologizing, there were no words because he doesn’t know what to say either. He was worried about you, the kids, Anne’s unexpected return; he knows he should say sorry but his mind races. No words race to his tongue though. Kids on the playground scream and shout. Cars slowly drive by the school. Chris just stares down at you with heavy breaths, ingesting how good you look a little professional but a little sexy, and how he just wants to rip your dress shirt open and suckle at your chest. His urges only make him feel dumber for not calling you sooner to explain what happened last night. You’re upset with him, he can see it in your grip on Nev’s backpack, and he feels even worse. He has to something say something to break the tension it’s starting to drive him crazy.
“Got a little fighter on your hands.”
If you laugh, even just a little, he’ll know he’s still good. And you do, because suddenly that Batman WHAM, all retro and loud, fills your mind’s eye. Her little fists. You have to wonder what she yelled as she swung.
“Mm yeah, looks like it.” You hum another snicker shaking your head. “Should put her in a boxing class huh.” That’s actually not a horrible idea. If she could make a six year old bleed…you still can’t meet his antsy stare beaming down on you.
He can tell you’re serious and you should be. A girl strong headed like Nev could benefit from training. “Coincidentally enough, I know a gym.”
You grin down at your feet. “Of course you do.” He’s so fuckin hot and cool it only makes sense that Chris has sparred before. Imagine him shirtless, sweaty, those chiseled muscles red and veiny, fists tight and knuckles raw. Maybe a cut on his lip or across his cheek. Menacing. Beastly. Suddenly you forgot what you were mad about. “Bet you could teach me a thing or two.”
Biting your lip you finally look up at him with a dangerous look in your eye that sends all the blood rushing straight to his cock. His nostrils flare with a muted growl. An indecent smirk creeps up his scruffy cheeks as he takes a step closer to smell you when really he wanted to kiss you.
“Sign up for my Masterclass.” Chris muses softly bracing your elbow drawing you in, so relieved to look into your beautiful eyes again. “I’m so sorry about last night sweetness please…please don’t be mad at me.” A slight tingle crawls up your arm as his thumb brushes over your warm skin, and he drops his chin closer to your ear. You try to get ahold of yourself but it’s useless you tremble anyway. Can hardly breathe. “Wanna make it up to you. Wanna show you how truly,” to put emphasis on his words he strengthens his hold, “and deeply sorry I am for standing you up. Hate to disappoint you YN…”
You steady your dizzy head with a slow meditative breath, allowing is enticing whispers to swim around your brain. That shit sounds so damn good and all but…when. If you have to wait another night, you were going to combust into a cloud of smoke. You can’t take living on the edge much longer it was really beginning to wear you down.
“Anne coming home threw me off,” Chris explains when he senses your hesitancy, “and I didn’t know how to tell you sweetness please.”
You hear him but you aren’t a fan of excuses. You’ve had your share. “You could have text me, Chris. Today. This morning.”
But he’s begging with those steel blue eyes. “I hear you. And you’re right I’m sorry…please…”
Your eyes fall down and around his pretty face, inspecting for a flicker of bullshit but nothing there. Just the handsome fucker you’re falling for. It’s his ticket to his second chance.
“Maybe.”
Your indecision falters his confidence a bit but he knows you, knows you like to play hard to get, so he accepts. Chris gives you some air with a crooked smirk, nodding as he reaches for the door handle with a flirty wink. That maybe will turn into a beautiful chorus of yes’s later.
“I’ll escort Max’s bodyguard out.”
Anne watched you two from the down the hall while Max gathered his things for the day. Nev in tow, keeping a protective arm around his shoulders. Looks like she’s right her husband is into the single mom next door. And you two have been intimate it seems she can tell by the way he looks at you. Chris used to look at her like that for a little while before she started to show him that she didn’t want him anymore. Anne wanted to make it work but she had to be honest with herself. If it wasn’t for Max, she’d probably have nothing to do with Chris. Yes he was a good dad and had changed his lifestyle to be that man for him but he still wasn’t the man she could fall in love with. He’ll never be. Hopefully he’s the man someone like you could fall in love with. From where she stood, you seemed to be. Anne grins at Chris as he jogs over to get Nev.
“Everything good?” He asks peeking his head into the classroom.
“Yeah he’s okay. Nev calmed him down.” She watches him observe them with this loving smile that speaks volumes. Chris keeps his focus on them like she isn’t even there. “Glad Max has a friend like her. They seem to spend a lot of time together.”
Anne’s baiting him again. “They do.” He cuts his eyes over at her, challenging her to shutup.
“They’re cute. Kinda like…brother and sister…don’t you think?” Anne nudges a nod at them walking over, stifling back an up to no good smirk as Chris’s nostrils flare.
“Anne, stop.”
“Ready?” She calmly asks Max and Nev, ignoring him killing her with his glare. Taking their hands to walk them out, she whispers over, “When you’re ready to be honest, let me know.”
Nev was so confused when you offered up to treat her to whatever she wanted. She knew she did right by standing up for Max but she also knew that hitting someone at school isn’t allowed, so why were you in such a good mood? Why weren’t you fussin? Why was she getting ice cream?
“Mama you sure I’m not in trouble?” She asks from across the kitchen table, bowl of strawberry ice cream untouched. What if it’s a trap.
Just to show her you’re not upset, you smile big and pinch her cheek. “Nah you’re good twin.” But she still won’t pick up her spoon, so you give it to her straight. “Understand, what you did for Max was right. Sometimes you’ve got to break the rules. I’m proud of you baby. Just don’t make it a habit okay?”
Nev hesitantly picks up her spoon, her grin growing the more she peers up at you.
“Yes ma’am.”
Chris didn’t tell Anne exactly where he was going. Out with some friends, that’s all he said as he headed out the door. And some friends he did go see for about an hour or so. Had a few drinks, some good laughs before he was taking his exit, pulling his phone out to call you like he promised. It’s getting late, but if he heads over now, Anne will think he’s still out with his friends. All the secrecy wasn’t necessary but he really wasn’t ready to have that talk with his wife yet. Everything is fresh, and he didn’t want to rush anything by announcing his split because ultimately, that’s what it would all boil down to. Then it’s conversations about custody and the house yada, yada. Too soon.
“Chris,” you answer with a yawn. You’d fallen asleep watching a show on Hulu. Realizing how late it is you worry. “What’s up? You ok?”
“Come let me in sweetness.”
You jump up in the bed. “Huh?!” And Chris just darkly chuckles at the surprise in your shout. You gun for your mirror, mentally going down your pre-sex checklist as you do something cute with your hair.
“Ssshhhh baby…come on. Come open the door for daddy…”
Thankfully you already had on something pretty enticing, a matching underwear set and your kimono that’s flying out behind you as you race to the door for your daddy. Sends a chill down your spine. You’d hope he would show and fuckin right he did. There he stood beneath your porch light, all alluring and fatal, leaning up against the frame.
“Mm good evening…” Chris can’t believe his eyes seeing you in stand there in your underwear, robe slippin down your shoulder. Can’t take his smoky eyes off your tits sitting perfectly in that push up bra he tastes his thin lips. “This is nice. Is this for me?” His thick fingertips pinch and soothe the silky hem of your robe as he takes a dominant step inside. And his abrasiveness takes your breath, ignites the flame that burns your cheeks. His fingers continue to slide on down until they reach your tingling hip dying for his calloused prints to grab ahold.
“I’m for you.” Bracing both sides of his soft fuzzy head you pull Chris into your whispering lips. He smells like orange bitters and weed. His goatee tickles your chin as you faintly graze your warm pants of breath. “I’m for you daddy.”
His palms are clammy but strong on the small of your back, guiding you directly to his narrow hips so you can feel how hard he gets when you call him daddy. Can’t hear it enough. Your burning midsections meet, and grind, and you guys whimper as your sloppy wet tongues intertwine.
“Mmmm yeah you are sweetness,” Chris hums into your lips locked, gripping your ass so hard you inhale sharply and claw his scalp. Your legs clamor up his pants legs as he helps you up, slipping his fingertips into the damp crotch of your panties. “Pussy made just for me,” you cry out his name as one of his fingers dip into your squishy hole, “can’t get her off my mind.”
Chris swirls his finger around inside you while he sucks up under your chin, carrying you trembling and whining over to the sofa. First stop on his make up tour. He sits you down, then falls to his knees, pulling your panties off with frenzied fingers. He isn’t lying he can’t stop thinking about how exquisite your juices taste, obsessed with how insanely wet his dick he makes her when he’s digging you out. He’s going to be inside you until you beg him to give you a break but even then he won’t stop because he’s fuckin addicted to your drive. Chris grabs ahold of the back of your knees and jerks your weak body further down into the seat with a carnivorous smile, reinserting his dancing fingers back inside your throbbing folds, and sits up on his knees to steal another erotic kiss. Y’all are trying to do your best to keep all your sounds on the low. Can’t wake Nev but then again it feels so goddamn good to be connected you almost don’t give a fuck. You’re left breathless as Chris kneels back down on the carpet, plucking your panties off the ground and stuffing them into your dry noisy mouth.
“Shh, shh sweetness. Gotta be quiet,” he whispers pressing two fingers covered with your creamy wetness into your parted lips, “no matter how fuckin good it gets.” Chris chuckles at your muffled tiny whimpers as he traces them leaving a trail of your essence on every wrinkle in your pink skin. God you wish you could lick them clean but he reads your mind and does it himself. “Understood sweetness?”
You nod and fist the cushion, barely mewling behind your panties drenched with your drool. Your gaze falls with Chris lowering his smirking lips towards your fluttering folds asking for a sweet, sweet kiss. He pulls them apart and slowly licks each one keeping his sights set on you hyperventilating and intently watching him french kiss your messy pussy. Watching him go to work only heightened the experience because it’s so damn beautiful the way he turns his neck from side to side, swirls and flickers his broad tongue around your swollen clit, fucks you with three fingers and falls into your loving gaze. And even with him slurping and smacking between your thighs, you keep all your wailing to a minimum. Only wanna please daddy who is doing his best to please you. Chris has got to make amends.
Tears stream down the sides of your face as you quietly keen and bow your back off the couch, fighting yourself to shutup the closer he beckons your orgasm with each curl of his tongue against your g-spot. You mildly grunt and wheeze, ride his chin that’s meeting your rolling hips, focus on the building rumble of your impending climax. No sound. You promised. But you wanna scream his name as you convulse attached to his vacuum sealed lips, squirting your cum over his tastebuds and down his guzzling throat that hums with absolute pleasure. And he doesn’t stop until you settle slouched with drunkish eyelids, image of him wiping his chin with the back of his hand fading in and out.
Chris takes you by your limp hands and pulls you up into his sturdy arms. “Not yet sweetness,” he whispers removing your ruined panties from your tired jaw then wipes away your drying tears and drool. “Still gotta prove myself to you.”
He doesn’t think he’s done enough? Your body was already so worn from him devouring a piece of your soul like an appetizer. How can you take his perfect dick after all of that? So tired all you can do is huff a pathetic sigh and drape you spaghetti noodle arms around his shoulders as he collects your exhausted legs.
“Oh daddy…it’s too much I can’t…” You shake your fatigued head but Chris believes in you, nodding with a lewd crooked smile, effortlessly picking you up as he stands.
“Yes, yes you can baby,” he coaches tenderly in your ear, carrying you to your bedroom, “it’s not enough…I can never get enough of you.”
You release a delicate hiss, “ssshiiiit…” when Chris fists your hair, stretching your neck to the side just so he can nibble his way down to your collarbone. But then right back up with big sloppy open mouth kisses, flat tongue lapping up to your earlobe, taking a bite with a menacing growl—fuckin hell—this man…this man is a monster. Holding you up by your feeble thighs, relentlessly rutting his stiff cock raging behind his zipper into your messy spread. He huffs and grunts hushed obscenities, all the nasty things he wants to do to you and as he spoke, his voice would crack behind his longing. With each hitch, your skin shudders…all the way down to your sensitive pussy. Only the third time you two have fucked around together and…Chris owned you.
Once he’s at the foot of your bed, he drops you on the mattress, and tears his shirt off over his head. Licking and biting his bottom lip that still smelled like you, his lust blown pupils eat you up all sprawled out over the vintage print of your robe. Your chest heaving so your tits are about to pour out of the cups of your bra. All you can do is stare, like really take him in and shake your head, whisper fuck as your eyes scale over his massive chest piece that you love…all the scars imprinted into his rippling muscles. Fuck.
He unbuckles his belt, and the tiny clinking of the metal makes your pussy quiver. “Take it off.” Your bra, he means, flicking his chin at it. “Wanna see every inch of your skin sweetness.”
As you reach around to unhook your bra, Chris unzips and drops his pants, revealing every inch of his twitching cock to the dimly lit room. You choke on a gasp, because witnessing it…him…as a full thick bodied unit is…a work of art. He loves how hard you gape, sights jumping from his delicious smirk down to his cock, back up to that chest piece but then back down to his toned legs when he slowly sinks a knee into the bed. Crawling up your soft brown legs, he grazes his goatee along your calf muscle and you can feel him grin at the way your breath gradually hitches. Can feel your skin burn the higher he travels. Looking into his dark eyes, you run your shaky fingers through his short auburn hair, crying out when his pouty wet lips trail over your knee. Chris hums a teasing chuckle abandoning the curve of your knee to fill in the space between your lips with a subtle moan.
You almost can’t believe he’s here, in your bed, in between your thighs, while everyone’s obliviously sleeping. His family. Your kid. You almost don’t care with the way he fucks into you, roughly grunting into the palm of your hand as you whine into his. Neither of you can take how amazing it feels, how connected you guys are not only physically but emotionally…it’s clear as day in your eyes, in his. He’s just a good fuck, you try to convince yourself but your focus on him never wavered as you guys so your best not to wake up Nev.
“Sorry I neglected you sweetness.” Chris pants into your sweaty face, bracing the small of your back with his swole arm. Picking up the pace he frenches back your high pitched moans, smacking his red hips off the back of your thighs. Feels like he’s been fuckin you for hours he probably should get home soon but he didn’t want to stop making you squirt all over his dick and balls like that. Between that and the way he can still hear you call out his name with his tongue down your throat…it’s enough to make him fuckin bust.
“So sorry I let you down.” He hisses into the back of his hand that’s returned to muffle back your blissful sighs. “I’ll do better sweetness daddy promises.”
You relinquish a dirty groan and whine into his salty palm, feeling his promises and your oncoming orgasm, plush walls choking out his veiny shaft. Chris doesn’t stop, really bucking his hips now, doesn’t care what time it is or who can hear he’s determined to make you feel him in your sleep. While you act like everything’s normal in your office tomorrow. Like you didn’t get fucked into by your hot as fuck neighbor. He huffs a breathless chuckle as he watches your eyes roll back into your skull. Your voice gone silent, hell, maybe you even stopped breathing but didn’t matter. You’re right there…he’s right there…he’s blowing your back and your mind ho-ooolyshit…holy shit!
“You accept me sweetness? Accept my apology?”
Chris rehabilitates you with loving kisses up and down the bridge of your nose, holding you so close as you gasp for air. How are you even conscious enough to nod yes to that stupid ass question. Fuck yeah you forgive him. Right now, Chris can do no wrong for a really, really long time. Yeah you accept him just as he is. You ground yourself in his scent, run your weak fingertips over the softness of his buzzcut. You wish he didn’t have to go. You could lay naked with him like this for days and days and days…
“Stay a little longer…” you plead as he gets dressed even though you knew he would turn you down. But Chris wishes he could. Just look at that pout.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.” He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip then kisses you goodbye, cupping your cheek, getting one last look at you glowing. “Get some sleep. I’ll lock the door.”
He always leaves you with a little hop in his step, feeling so calm and giddy, relishing in the smell of your immaculate pussy, grabbing his dick still tingling. Damn he wanted to stay, love up on you as you peacefully slept then woke you up with breakfast. Chris wanted a life with you. He hated to be without you, and he missed you so much already. The only way to remedy this ache, to get what he really wants, was to do the one thing he wasn’t ready for. Talk to his shit wife.
The house is dark. Still. Good, he can avoid Anne’s probing and insinuating comments. When he’s ready, feels absolutely sure you, he’ll present the full situation. Until then it’s none of her business. It’s just Anne wasn’t willing to let it die. A living room lamp clicks on, busting Chris who heaves a hard irritated sigh. He sharply turns to his right. Anne sits on the couch, patting the seat next to her.
Bucky and Kyndra had a pretty peaceful relationship once…until they got a pretty damn good surprise that changed their lives forever. With her culinary career taking off, Bucky decides to retire and stay at home with their twin boys but is the Winter Soldier ever really off duty even if he’s a dad?
On the evening you lost your job, you picked up a mysterious stranger who is offering you the world if you abide by his contract. Just till you get on your feet again he says…but then even after all you’ve been through, will you want to keep him for good?
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Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you.
That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.
Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now.
You never thought you would see the day that anyonewould have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you.
Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.
That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong.
Sitting in the locker room, you listened to your music to get you pumped up for the game as one of the trainers finished taping your ankles and wrists. You can do this. Our team is gonna win. Hearing the whistle blow, you and the other players walked into the open area of the locker room as Coach Kan called for a mini-meeting.
“Alright ladies, this is the big game so try to have fun out there. But you better crush them. I believe in you girls, you haven’t let me down before. Toga, try not to bite anyone this time, please.”
The blonde huffs in annoyance. “Fine…”
“Good luck out there ladies. Come on, hands in.” You all put your hands on top of each other in the middle of your circle. “Rampaging Rabbits on three.”
“One, two, three!” “Rampaging Rabbits!”
As you all filed out of the locker room, you grinned eagerly as you ran onto the court. Noticing Shinsou near the courtside, you waved at him before going to the bench. Standing in a semicircle, you listened to the play-by-play.
“Captains,” the referee calls for you and the other captain, Kaye, to stand facing each other.
“We meet again,” you smile at her, crouching into position, “Ready to lose again?”
Kay scoffs, “Not this time, beanpole.”
The whistle blows, and you easily smack the ball away from her, bouncing it across the court.
Y/N dribbled the ball up the floor and waved her hand as she crossed half-court, calling for a high pick and roll. Kendo, the center, left the paint and set herself just at the 3-point line. Y/N quickly darted to the left. Her defender crashed into Kendo while Y/N sped into the lane for an easy layup.
For the next twelve minutes, the Bees were up by 6 points. This was normal for the Rabbits. They’d trail behind in the first quarter but bounce back in the second. After the first half of the game, the score was Rabbits 51- Bees 49.
There were a couple of fouls on both ends. One of them was caused by Toga accidentally scratching one of the other team’s players and then getting elbowed in the ribs as retaliation which got them placed on the bench.
Hitoshi sits right behind the barrier, keeping his eyes fixed on you and cheering his lungs out.
“Dammit, Insomniac. You’ll blow out my hearing aids,” Katsuki grumbles next to him, adjusting the devices in his ears to a suitable level.
“Sorry, I’m cheering for my girlfriend.Go, babe, go!” he yells. While waiting for a pass, you lift your shirt and wipe your face, exposing your abs and a sliver of the bottom of your sports bra, “She’s so hot.”
“Ugh, simp,” Bakugou scoffs but blushes when Ochako waves at him from across the court.
“Go bestie go!” Mina cheers on the sidelines, waving her green pom-poms over her head, “Come on you guys, we’ve got to boost morale.”
The other cheerleaders nod determinedly. “Root for the Rabbits! Ra Ra Ra!” They cheered.
Point after point being scored by both teams, Coach Kan called a time out when there were only four minutes left, using their second to last timeout of the game.
“Alright, team, we’re gonna do a pick set. So Kendo, Toga, you two guard and Ochako and (Y/n) you two do what you do best.”
“Buckets?” Ochako grins.
“Buckets,” you nod.
“You think we’re gonna win?”
“An infamous angry blonde Pomeranian once told me, ‘Your team is one of the best in the prefecture. There’s no way you’d lose.’ I think we’ll do well.”
“Yeah. Bakugou’s right.”
“How’d you know it was him that said it?”
“Because he told me the same thing last week. Also, he’s been yelling at us to do better, and I quote: ‘Beat those stupid Stingers’ asses,’ half the game.”
Snickering at her response, you notice her swoon slightly. “Focus ‘chako. Win the game then you swoon over your crush.”
Blushing at your remark, she gently slapped her cheeks to snap herself out of it before nodding. “Right!”
As the whistle blew, signaling the end of the time out.
Jirou stood on the outside with the ball in hand before throwing it to you. It narrowed down to less than thirty seconds when Shiketsu were tied with Yuuei, which they called their final timeout.
5.7 seconds left on the clock, with the Yuuei Rabbits down by one point. There’s time to get a good look. No need to get greedy. Dodging her defender, she attempted to move to the far edge of the three-point line. You pivoted around and took a hard dribble towards the corner. Your defender was two steps behind, and the help defender was only 1 step behind but had a size advantage. You just needed a little bit of space. Darting towards your team’s bench, you saw the chance you needed. Taking the opportunity, you made your shot at the basket.
The buzzer sounded as the ball was in mid-air… It bounced off the back of the iron, then the front, before rolling around for what felt like a full minute and a half. Your body stilled with anticipation before the ball finally rolled through the net. The crowd roared as you made your victory lap. You laugh as Ochako, Toga, Kendo, and the rest of your team practically dogpile you. By the time you fully grasped that the ball actually went in, you felt several hands smack your back and some in your hair.
“You did it!” Ochako hugs you.
“No, Ochako. We did it!” You grin, hugging the girls close, “We won!”
You laughed as your teammates congratulated you, many of them hugging and jumping on you. Looking up, you saw blue and white confetti fall down onto the court as you heard a voice laugh in your ear. In all of the commotion, the student body of the stadium broke past the barrier and rushed the court in celebration.
“You did it, babe! You won!” Hitoshi yells loud enough for you to hear. You swoon at the wide smile before your eyes widen when you look down at him. His large hands lovingly squish your cheeks together, pulling you into a kiss, and the crowd cheered even louder.
“You are notsupposed to be down here.” You laugh and kiss him again.
“Whoops, got carried away. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, baby,” you giggle as the commissioner comes down onto the court with a man wheeling the trophy on a cart.
“Ladies, gentlemen and people in and outside of Tanaka Stadium, it is my honor to present to you, your 20XX Women’s College Basketball Champions, the Yuuei Rabbits!”
The crowd cheered again as Coach Kan came out and lifted the trophy with both hands and a grin on his face.
Hitoshi hugged your waist from behind, smiling as yours never left your face. You poked him and nodded your head as you saw Katsuki kissing Ochako. Good for them.
After changing and celebrating again, Mina decided to set up an after-party to celebrate the win. Something “small” for you and your team and a few friends.
“There she is!” When you walk into the apartment with Hitoshi, Mina cheers, “Our MVP!”
She hugs you and pushes her phone in your face, “So,what’s it like being the best?”
You playfully put your hand in front of the camera, “Exhausting.”
“But you’re a winner! Come on girl, be a littleexcited.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You won’t be tired after we get some booze in you!”
“Can’t drink, I’m still 19. But you twenty year olds get wasted, I’ll have my own fun.”
“Come on, no one has to know.”
“I’d rather not get caught in case the cops raid the place.”
Hitoshi leads you towards the empty loveseat in the corner.
“God I’m exhausted,” you sigh and rub your neck.
Hitoshi chuckles and sits beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure you are. My all star.”
“Ugh, stop,” You snort, “So cheesy.”
“Nah, you like it.” He rubs your shoulder, and you lay your head on his own.
“Thanks, ‘toshi,” you sigh. “I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome.”
After about an hour of hanging with Mina, half the basketball and cheer squad, and Hitoshi, you rolled your eyes as Shindo made his way over towards you, Hitoshi, and his best friend, Denki, who he introduced you to.
“So then I told her, if he’s gonna be a dick while flirting, he’s gonna be a dick while dating,” Denki laughed before getting quiet as Shindo walked over.
“Denki?” Hitoshi calls out before turning around. “Oh. Ew.”
“Nerd,” Shindo huffs at Hitoshi before turning to you. “Nerd fucker.”
“Limp dick,” you snap back.
“The fuck did you say?!”
“You heard me. Unless getting beat up made you deaf. Here, I’ll say it again just in case. Limp. Dick.”
Denki snickered before reaching for his empty drink and whining loudly at you.
“Don’t worry I’ll get you a new one. Babe you want one?” you ask, standing up and asking Hitoshi.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Hey, I’m talking to you! Don’t walk away from me,” he growls, grabbing onto your arm.
Slapping him out of reflex, you glare at him as his gaze darkens. Raising his fist, Hitoshi steps in and grabs Shindo’s hand, gripping it as tight as he can.
“The hell are you doing, you fucking freak!”
A crowd slowly formed around the four of you as the music was lowered.
“Keep your hands offandawayfrom my girlfriend.” He punches Shindo in the jaw on the last word, stunning you, Denki, and everyonearound you.
“Holy shit,” Denki whispers.
“Beat his ass, insomniac!” Bakugo shouts in the crowd.
Hitoshi grabs your hand and leaves, rolling his eyes, and pushes his way through the crowd towards the front door. Making his way to his car, he hisses as you pull back on his hand. “Woah, woah, woah, we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?! You punched someone!”
Hitoshi cradles his hand, “I think I sprained my wrist.”
“We’re going back to my place, butwe’re talking about this. Can you even drive with your wrist like this?”
“It hurts a bit, but I should be able to.”
“Nope, I’m driving. Gimme your keys. I’d rather you not kill us before we graduate,” you hold your hand out for the keys.
Begrudgingly giving you his keys, Hitoshi climbed into the passenger seat.
Starting the car and pulling out of the curb, you make your way back to the dorms, pulling into the parking lot.
After you open your door and let Hitoshi inside, you wordlessly go to your bathroom and pull out a first-aid kit. Sitting beside him on the bed, you carefully grabbed his injured hand as he looked between it and you.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m just shocked. I can’t believe you! You punched him in the face, Hitoshi! Right in the jaw!”
“I don’t know what came over me. He’s always bothering you and making you feel bad and lying about you. Always causing some sort of trouble on your name, roping Tatami and her little group into it. I got tired of it. Tired of him,” Hitoshi rambles before looking down at his bandaged hand.
Placing your hand on top of his, you shut his ramblings by slotting your lips against his. “Babe, shut up,” you mumble. “That was fucking hot.”
“What?”
“Punching Shindo in the face was fucking sexy as hell. You were so, badass.”
“Really?”
“Really. Kiss me again.”
Hitoshi chuckled softly, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand moving down towards your thigh.
“Toshi?”
“Shh. This is about you. You beat those Shiketsu Stingers. I wanna treat you tonight.”
“Hitoshi, what are you saying?” “I wanna go all the way with you.”
Staring at him, you gasp at his words as his hand gently rubs up and down your thigh.
“You wanna fuck me, Hitoshi?” you tease.
“Yeah,” he blushes.
Hitoshi looks away for a sec before slightly shaking his head and kissing you again. “Did so well in the game today. Babygirl made the game winning shot. I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, lips moving from yours down your jaw towards your neck as his hands run up your sides, slipping under your shirt.
“You’re proud of me?” you shudder.
“Really proud of you, baby. Looked so sexy on the court.”
Grinning as your breath hitches, he sucks against your pulse point.
Pulling away, he helps you take your shirt and bra off, once again mesmerized by your chest.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles.
“Don’t pass out this time,” you snicker.
“Oh, I won’t.”
His lips brushed over your neck once again, slightly teasing you. He started to suck on your skin, wanting to leave a mark and prove to the world that you’re his. He pulled back and admired your skin’s blooming cherry red color as he began to leave a trail of his kisses across your neck and chest.
“Fuck, ‘toshi,” you whine.
“So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing the flesh of one breast as his finger’s toyed with the nipple of the other.
“Fuck, where’d you learn to, shit, do that?” “Internet.”
After a while of him paying attention to your chest, he pulled away, gently kissing your lips. “Can I…eat you out?” He mumbles.
“Yeah,okay,” you pant, watching him kiss down your stomach to your belly button and to the elastic of your sweatpants. With your help, he pulls them off you and takes a second to stare at you.
“Fuck, I loveyour body,” he touches your thighs, “You’re so sexy.”
You flush at the compliment, hiding your face behind your hands, “Stoooop.”
“Why should I when my girlfriend is fucking stunning. Beautiful long legs, pretty face, amazing personality. We’d be here all night listening to me compliment everything I love about you,” Hitoshi smiles, laying on his stomach between your legs.
“You’re so corny,” you laugh, scratching his scalp.
He lifts your thighs and pulls your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room. His hot breath ghosts your folds before licking a stripe up and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You moan loudly, twisting your hand into the sheet as you try to control your breaths and the other in his hair.
Hitoshi hums between your legs, the vibrations making you shudder. Using his thumbs to spread open your lips, he dips his tongue inside, tasting you.
“Fuck! Toshi. Baby, don’t stop.”
He’s enjoying this as much as you are if his grinding against the bed was anything to base your thoughts on. His tongue slips upward, teasing your clit before wrapping his lips around it. Shinsou tentatively rolled it around in his mouth, a low moan slipping from his throat.
“So sexy,” he murmurs, pushing a finger inside.
Gasping at the feeling, you throw your head back into the pillow, moaning louder and bucking your hips faster against his face.
“Fuck,daddy. I’m gonna cum.”
Daddy? He didn’t have a Daddy kink but hearing her call him that ignited something in him. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushes another finger in and curls them upwards. As he sucks and his fingers move faster, your breath catches in your throat. Your heels dig into his back, and your toes curl, every nerve below the waist on fire. Whatever he’s been researching is doing wonders right now.
You arch your back off the bed and pull his hair when you cum, grinding your hips faster into his face. He helps you ride out your climax, slowing down his movements but not stopping. You squirm and push at his head when it gets too much, asking him to stop.
“Toshi, shit, baby, wait. ‘S too much,” you shudder.
Pulling away, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand before licking it clean.
“Internet?” Nodding with a grin, he pushes himself up onto his knees. You use your toe to poke his stomach, “Want me to return the favor?”
“I’d probably explode if you breatheon it.”
“I really got you wound up huh?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous and you love me, so yeah. You definitely do.”
“Of course I do. You’re awesome!” You hold your hands out for him. He lays on top of you so you can kiss him, clinging onto his back.
“Take this off,” you tug his shirt over his head, “You’re so pale,” you laugh while touching his chest.
“Sorry I don’t tan,” he grumbles and awkwardly pulls his jeans and boxers off.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask while he positions himself between your legs.
“Yeah, I am. I love you, and I want to be with you.”
“I love you too.”
Softly gripping himself, he lines himself up and taps on your clit a couple of times before slowly pushing in, allowing himself to get used to the feeling of your walls and for you to get used to the stretch.
“Tell me when to move, baby,“ he shudders, internally groaning as your velvety walls massage his member.
Pulling him in, you kiss him gently as a response. “Go ahead Daddy.”
Hitoshi groans at the name and starts thrusting as he holds your hands in his.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, trying to figure out a good pace. “You feel so good. So tight and warm.”
Hitoshi placed his forehead on yours as he kept thrusting. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, “Where—“
“Inside,” you whisper back, locking your legs behind his lower back.
With a choked gasp, he cums inside of you. His whole body was shivering like he’d been shocked.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I tried to last longer.” He mumbles.
“It’s fine,” you giggle quietly, “It’s normal.”
He still whines from embarrassment while you rub his back soothingly, “Maybe I should be on top.”
“Sure,” he nods and slowly pulls out of you, blushing at the big glob of his cum seeping out of you.
“Oh shit, you’re still hard,” you gasp, “Lay down, up here,” you pat the spot next to you.
He maneuvers himself up the bed next to you, laying down flat.
“Get ready for the rideof your life,” you grin cheekily and straddle him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
He watches you position yourself over his cock and slowly sink down, mouth dropping the more you suck him in.
His stomach flexes when he bottoms out, and you’re fully seated on his lap, “I-I’m gonna cum again.”
“Already,” you laugh, petting over his chest, “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I can hold it.” He breathes.
You hum and support yourself on his shoulders and start bouncing. Hitoshi fists the sheets below him, moaning loudly.
“Easy, pretty boy. Fuck, I’m almost there. Just a little longer, I promise,” you whimper.
About five minutes after, Hitoshi grunts and starts fucking into you as you bounce, causing you both to see stars. “Fuck, I’m cumming baby!”
“Me too, Daddy. Fuck!” you cry as you both hit the peaks of your highs.
“That…that was amazing,” you laugh breathily. “I love you.”
Summary:you get attacked by green goblin; Peter comes to save you
warning: violence, cursing, angst, fluff(if you squint), green goblin being creepy
A/N:I am completely obsessed with the new spider man movie and some of this will be taken from the movie but will be altered to fit the reader in. Aunt may doesn’t die. Sorry if this is long:)
Peter webbed Norman’s hand to the arm robot. Everyone in the apartment room watches in Anticipation as Normans face turned crooked. He smiles creepy at them green goblin taking over him again, his attention goes to peter making the young boy gulp.
“Peter…” aunt may whispers
Peter side glances the older woman as she sneaks into the other room. Peter turns his attention back to Norman. No one dared to move as normans eyes narrowed
“That some neat trick, that sense of yours” he grumbles
“Norman?” octavius stepped up concern written on his face. The doctor was confused everything was going good but now it’s like everything did a full 180
Aunt may comes back with a bag in her hands and looks towards Peter who was already staring at the woman with worry. She looks at Norman who’s attention was now on octavius
“Normans on sabbatical honey”
“The hell?” Electro says
“Goblin” octavius mumbles not taking his eyes from the man himself. Goblin turns his attention back to peter who’s eyes never left him
“I saw how she trapped you” goblin grumbles with a crooked smile.
Peter frowned at the man. He knew who the she was. Y/n. And he didn’t like that very much, he tried his hardest to keep her out of this but of course that didn’t go as planned when y/n walked on him talking about it to mj and ned. He could never really keep anything from her
He promised to keep y/n safe but now goblin knew about her and he knew how she talked to him about helping the villains
Peters frown deepened
“Keep her out of this” Peter threatened but that only fueled goblin as he kept going. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. “Fighting her holy moral mission”
Goblins smile disappears as he frowned at peter
“We don’t your help, we don’t need to be fixed!” He yelled. Electro listen intently; goblins words filling his head. He looks down at the charger like thing on his chest as it beeped
“May” aunt may looks at peter “run” electro rips out the charger as goblin freed his hand from the web
Aunt may takes off
“How about i pay her a little visit, huh Peter?” Goblin smiles as he lunged at peter. He grabs the young boy and throws him. Peter lands by the window but quickly gets himself up
“I said keep her out of this!” Peter yelled as he dogged a punch goblin threw.
Peter punches him instead but goblin kicks him. Peter body crashes into the window causing him to fall threw but he stops himself with a web. Peter eyes widen when goblin grabs the web and slings peter into another window. The young boys body hits the floor of the balcony
Goblin straddles the boy and starts choking him “I bet she’s sitting somewhere wondering if her little peter is safe” he laughs in amusement as Peter growls and webs the upper balcony ceiling. Pushing himself up he turns them over as he drives goblin into the floor. Goblin lands on another balcony
“I swear I’ll kill you” peter growls
Goblin grabs him and throws him into the window. Peter whimpers and tries to stand but goblins grabs him again and tosses him into the wall. His body lands in the apartment hallway. Peter groans and whimpers trying to crawl away as goblin walked towards him
The older man smirks at the boy
“You know this is fun and all but I think I’ll go have some fun with someone else” he laughs manically and runs towards the window in the hallway.
Peter watches as goblin breaks throw the window. He forces himself up and runs to the window. Goblin lands on his glider and glides away
“No, no, no!” Peter panics and jumps out the window
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Y/n sat on her bed fidgeting with her fingers. Peter told y/n to stay home while he went with the plan to save the villains. Even though she talked to him about it telling him it’s good he wants to help, y/n couldn’t help but to worry about him
She gets up and goes to the kitchen. When y/n got anxious she ate away. Y/n opens her refrigerator and looks through it. She hums a tune to herself as she grabs somethings from the fridge and sits them on the counter. Y/n starts to make a sandwich trying to distract herself as best as she can
But then a sound catches her attention
The young woman stops what she’s doing and turns around. She gasps softly when she hears the sound again. Y/n quickly grabs a knife and holds it out in front of her as protection.
She hears footsteps. Her heart thumps as they get closer to where the kitchen is. She prays it peter but she knows he would’ve been made his present known by either calling out for her. She wants to run somewhere and hide but she was too scared to move. Her mind screamed for her to do something but she didn’t know what to do
Tears blurred her vision as she slowly moves out of the kitchen, knife still in front she holds it tightly. Shaking she manages to hide behind the couch
“Ohhhh y/n” the voice sang. It sounded low and groggy. She puts her hand on her chest to control her breathing. The footsteps stop by the opening of the kitchen. Y/n turned a little to her right to see who it is
She looked at his face and her eyes widened. It was Norman but he didn’t look like his normal self, he was sweating and looked crazy. She noticed he had bruise on him like he just got from a fight. Then that’s when it hit her. Peter
Goblins head snaps towards her, a crooked smile reaches his face
Y/n gasps and scrambled to get up
“There you are beautiful!” He lunged after her as the young woman runs to her bedroom. Tears ran down her face as his footsteps got closer and closer. She makes to the bedroom and shuts the door shut, locking it she quickly crawls under bed and hides
There’s silence. The only sound audible is the sound of her heart pounding against her chest. She puts her hand over her mouth as she cried scared that he would hear her
Y/n prayed that peter somehow knew she was in danger and was on his way to save her, because she didn’t know how long should would be able to hold him off. Y/n jumps when there’s a bang on the door. She cried harder as the door began to crack from the pressure of the bangs
“Now princess where did you go, huh?” He chuckled to himself deeply as he searched the room. Goblin throws the closet door open but then slams them shut when she’s not in there. Y/n watches his feet as they walk around the room. But then. They stop
Right at the end of her bed
He slowly bends down to the floor and looks under the bed. He smirks when notices y/n who screamed as he grabbed her from under the bed. She thrashed around trying to fight him off but it was no use. He had the upper hand and he knew that
“Peter is one lucky boy” y/n cringed as goblin straddle her and got in her face
“Please l-leave me alone” she cried out but that only amused him. He stroked her face, wiping the tears that fell. “Now why would I do that, hm?” He chuckled and trailed his hand down to her neck. The young woman whimpered as his hand wrapped her neck squeezing tightly
She stared into his eyes as she tried to push him off her, glancing to her right she realized the knife laying on the floor next to her
Y/n quickly grabs it and stabbed him right in the stomach. The man screamed and released her giving y/n the chance to kick him and get up. He pulled the knife out throwing it to the floor. Goblin looks up at y/n with anger, his eyes almost black
“You bitc-“
“Now that is not how you talk to a lady” a young boy’s voice interrupts him
Peter swings in through the window and kicks goblin who now laid unconscious. Peter turns to y/n who watched, shaking with tears she running down her face
“Baby” he said softly as he walked up to her. He cradled her face, Peter placed his forehead on hers “it’s okay baby I’m here your safe, I promise” y/n nods and let’s out a shaky breath as she tried to control her frantic breathing. Peter helps her and pulls the young woman into his chest; he kissed her hair and whispered ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m here’ into her ear
Peter wanted to kill goblin but he had to make sure the love of life was okay
Y/n shook in his hold, her arms wrapped around him tightly; afraid that he would leave “I-i was so scared Peter” he shushed her and creased her head
“I know and I’m sorry I’ll never leave you alone again baby i promise, I promise”
Goblin groans as he starts to gain consciousness. Peter quickly let go of y/n and protectively put her behind him. Peter watched intensely as goblin collected him and got up. He looked at the young boy and girl. He growled in frustration
“You always gotta ruin the fun!”
Peter webbed goblin onto the wall and turns back to y/n. He grabs her by the shoulders his face serious “ok baby i know you’re scared but I need you to run ok? Mj and Ned are outside, go with them I’ll be fine”
Y/n shook her head. She didn’t want to leave with that lunatic “I-I can’t pete he could kill you!”
Peter hands moved to her face as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. He pulled the way then pushed her out the bedroom
“I love you y/n”
“I-i love you too, Pete”
Goblin thrashed around making the web start to give away
“I’m sorry but I need you to run baby please!” He yelled as he glanced at goblin who was getting out of the webs. He turns back to y/n “go!”
Y/n nods frantically and runs out to the door. She quickly leaves outside to see mj and Ned looking at her with worry and panic. Y/n runs right into their arms as they held her
“He’ll be ok y/n”
“It’ll all be ok” Ned said. His shirt being drenched by y/n tears
warning: wholesome, cursing, sexual comments, angst, oscar being soft
A/N: i missed writing oscar fics so here you guys go;)
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oscar felt like his life was over right when he was put in handcuffs in front of you. the look you had on your face was a look he never wanted to see again
tears streaming down your eyes begging the cops not to be so harsh with him when they slammed him down on the hood of the police car. you could barely talk hiccuping every time. oscar yelled he’ll be ok and that you had nothing to worry about
and he promised himself he’ll do anything to make sure you never had to cry again
when oscar got out he couldn’t stop smiling when he walked out the gates to see that big beautiful smile on your face, you couldn’t even wait for him to get to you, running to him and jumping into his arms. you kissed him everywhere on his face making him laugh. he missed this. “i’ve missed you so much baby!” you squealed
he chuckles as he puts you down “i’ve missed you too cariño”
you and oscar get in the car making your way home
“im so happy that you are finally out of there, thought i was gonna go crazy” you lean over the arm rest and kiss his cheek
oscar smiles as he took a quick glance at you “you thought you were gonna go crazy? i thought i was gonna go crazy” you both laugh
“i missed my girl”
oscar pulls up to the house
“cesar missed you too, you know” you giggle while getting out the car. oscar watches you with a smile he was so happy to see you happy. he never wanted this moment to end
“oscar? baby?” he snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you. You had worry written on your face
“you okay baby?” he smiles at you and gets out the car
“yeah, i’m good” you nod and start walking to the door of your shared home
oscar follows closely behind
you open the door and almost get knocked over when cesar blots out towards oscar “boy if you don’t slow the hell down” oscar laughs and hugs his brother
“i missed you dude” you smile at them and go inside to give them some alone time “i missed you too lil bro, you haven’t been giving y/n a hard time while i was gone?” cesar shakes his head
“no i haven’t” oscar nods and puts his arm over his brothers shoulder while walking into the house
“good”
Oscar looks around the house. it looked way different, it was more bright and cozy. he already knew Y/n was the reason of that. that brought a smile onto his face
“Well I’ll leave you guys to have your alone time, i gotta help Jamal” cesar said as he ran out the house
Oscar shakes his head
he walks into the kitchen where you were. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek. Y/n smiles and turns in his arms to look at him. You pecks his lips and go to pull away but oscar had other plans, he pulled you closer and started kissing you passionately
“Mmm” y/n moans into the kiss
Oscar finally pulls away. You both panting trying to catch your breaths “well that was something” you giggle and run your hands down his chest
“Well can you blame me? I haven’t been able to touch you in forever” he chuckles and leans down to catch your lips. The kiss is more lustful this time. Oscars hands slide under your shirt, gripping at your hot skin. He groans when you pull his bottom lip with your teeth
Oscar chuckles
“Damn girl”
Y/n giggles and wiggles your way out of his hold “well can you blame me?” Throwing his words back at him, Oscar let’s out a booming laugh while shaking his head
“Yeah it’s good to be back” he follows you and slaps your ass. Y/n yelps and turns to him with a frowned face but you couldn’t hide your smirk. Oscar knew you were trying your hardest to be mad at him but he can see right through you
“Don’t look at me like mami” he smirked
You shake your head and walk off to you guys shared room but then you look back at him “you gonna show me how much you missed me or what?” Y/n gives him a sly smile then walks further into the room. Oscar chuckled and took his shirt off while walking into the room
hello! here are some recommendations of POC BNHAwriters who write for black!readers! I’m really happy that you can get the representation that you deserve through those amazing writers!
⤷ I chose those recommendations regardless of my own rules, which means that you could find dark content on those blogs. I do not support dark content AT ALL, but I support POC writers and readers, and I guess some readers like dark themes so… anyways, read whatever you want!
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Black!Reader (Tierra Wright)
Series Rating: M for language, sexual situations, masturbation, alcohol, and drug use. 18+ MINORS DNI
Chapter Rating: M for language, alcohol use, explicit smut, sex, m/f receiving, rimming,unwanted touching(Somebody about to eat these groceries, y’all)
