Couldn't find any BWWM gay smut books or oneshots with black bottoms so I made my own. Every relationship in here has a black bottom and a pretty good story to go with it, so have fun. (Mexican, Bi-racial and other races and nationalities in the future)
Summary: This is as close as I am gonna get to a crackfic 😅🤏🏿
Hugh sucked in a deep breath as his toes curled against the crumpled sheets. He shut his eyes tight once he bottomed out. "Oh fuck, Petey", he whimpered, teeth gritted as he fisted the sheet until his knuckles were dusty.
Peter was still as he was buried to the hilt inside his friend. His eyes were shut tight, breathing heavy as he tried to come to terms with the tightness. He stared down at Hugh's back, the arch deep despite him being on his stomach. His face was buried in the sheets but he could hear his sounds of discomfort.
"Everything okay?"
He didnt reply at first, sucking in lung fulls of ear. "Mhmm", Hugh grunted from beneath him, "I'm good", he offered clenching around him sporadically.
They made for a site. They had skipped school that day, feigning sickness to come back to Peter's for down time. This truly couldn't be what his mom had in mind when she picked them up.
Peter and Hughe were stripped down to their shirts and socks. Peter's pants had been stripped entirely, his shoes still on as he pumped his hips into Hughe, his own pants pushed down to his knees as he took it from behind.
Peter's thrusts were deep but steady, his thumb carressed his bare hip, rubbing circles in the warm brown flesh before digging his fingers into it. His friend was on his stomach, his legs out flat as Peter was blanketed over him, his full body covering his. Their legs intertwined, Peter's panting and labored breath unwelcomed music to Hughes ears.
He didn't particularly mind when Peter wanted to experiment like this, not even when he had to "be the girl". His 8 inch cock filled him up in ways his fingers couldn't, nor could Peter's. He would prefer to be ontop or riding however. Peter was always thinking with his dick and Hughe was highly aware of his friend's inability to pull out.
Judging by how Peter was mumbling and cursing as he rolled his hips into his, he had to have been close to cumming.
"P- peter", he started, "D- don't cum in me", he told him between moans, not wishing to get too carried away. The last thing he wanted to do was clean it out of himself and Peter wouldn't be on use at all.
Peter didn't respond the first time and he had repeated himself, "Y- yeah I hear you", he grunted, continuing his humping. He was intranced by the site of his hole taking in his beefy length, swallow the length of him before squeezing around it as he pulled out.
"Petey, I'm serious, don't cum in me", he threatened. He had a feeling he wasnt lostening to him on purpose and it was only proven when he didn't slow down, but instead picked up his pace.
He tried to sit up, but two hands were pressed to his shoulders blades, keeping him pinned down. He groaned as he felt his weight under his hands, forcing him into the sheets.
He reached back to hit him, "Peter! I said get the fuck off me!", he cursed aloud, not caring anymore as he Panicked. He struggled to scratch or push him away to no evil, he felt like a bug trapped under his thumb. He clenched nervously around him, trying to wiggle his hips away.
Peter ignored his pleas and begs to cum on him, anywhere but inside him. He shot him down with a snort, pointing out why it mattered. 'Not like you can get pregnant'.
Hughes blood ran cold at that. Peter roughly spread his legs apart with his own, putting his hand in the back as he fucked into him at an even deeper and harder angle.
Hugh bit his lip to muffle his cries. He was hitting the bottom of his stomach with each thrust. His prostate was abandoned yet abused as he stabbed into his belly with his dick. He counted down the moments until he was finished; he would kill him.
He laid there, teeth breaking the skin of his lip and practically suffocating under the weight of the rapid dog in rut the was mounting him.
"I- I'm almost there!", he grunted, pace staggered as he approached his peak, "You feel so good- oh shit!"
Next thing he knew, Peter halted and he could feel the warm liquid flooding his insides. He was frozen as he was overwhelmed in every sense of the word. His hole tingle and spasmed violently as Peter continued to pump his hips, his cum coating his dick as he sucked him through his nut. He was helpless as Peter fucked him like any other selfish lover would.
The bastard had the nerve to moan his name as he pumped his spunk inside him, mumbling about how he couldn't help himself as he wiped his sweaty forehead. 'Couldn't help it my ass.', he rolled his eyes. He wanted Peter off of him now. He was gonna kick his ass and kill him, order pending.
"Hughey, what is going on up here? I hear yelling -", suddenly the bedroom door opened and Peter's brother's screams filled the second level.
Summary: Just some Enemies to Lovers with some forced proximity but throw in a little toxicity and cheating from Euphoria, but not from our leads. Aftermath of the breakup of not only a couple, but a friend ship....and a long tense drive home.
"This is all your fault!"
Aradia scoffed from the passenger seat, "My fault?", he started incredulously, nails against his chest, "Boy fuck you!", he spat towards the Latino in the driver's seat.
Tate growled, forcing his gaze to stay on the road as he glared back at his companion, "Dios mio!No me busques porque me encuentras", he rambled on as they sped down the empty dark roads.
"Say the shit in English, I dare you", the femme boy quipped with a sharp tongue, "you ain't slick, I understood every word." If he thought he would talk shit about him and make threats in another language he had another thing coming.
It was Tate's turn to kiss his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Aradia snorted, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "That's what I thought."
They sat in silence after that, the tension thick enough to fill the void. There was no need for words. They both welcomed it, the black boy shifting closer to the car door to put as much distance between them as possible. He ignored the larger boys huffed, looking amout the window at the trees in the darkness.
Aradia couldn't believe how terrible this weekend had gone. His bff and Tate's girlfriend, Maddie, had brought him along to her family's cabin in the woods to help prepare for her folks the following days, but things had not gone as planned.
Aradia had apparently been withholding a secret and could not help, but share it. That, infold, led to Aradia telling Tate which led to him confronting Maddie. She had immediately blown up on Aradia and it was chaos from there.
Aradia pinched his forehead, feeling a migraine forming from the stress of it all. The weight of his friends secret and his morals had already been heavy on him, but the entire situation made him feel icky. He had not wanted to tell Tate, having been pressured after one of her flings had slid in his dm's and he claimed to "just be curious".
"Why did you have to go and fuck everything up", he mewled, dragging his head up on a swivel to face him.
Tate had hit the breaks, their bodies lurching at the sudden force save for their seatbelts. "You were the one who fucking snitched on her."
Once Aradia heartbeat had slowed, he glowered at him, "Forgive me for having morals. Should've let her continue dogging your ass out", he smarted viciously.
Tate through his head back, resting it against the steering wheel, "You couldn't wait until we left her cabin? You got morals, but you ain't got no damn brain, el stupido?"
Aradia bit his tongue, lacking a reply. Did he tell him? Yes, but at the expense of causing the biggest fight he'd had the displeasure of being in. The police were called and Maddie kicked them out in the middle of nowhere in another fucking state. That is how he ended up in his current situation and to make matters worse, Tate wasn't even in his Top 10 *Least* Hated Person List.
Tate assumed his silence was out of lack of rebuttal, "What I thought, shut your mouth", he grumbled as he continued driving
"Hey, it ain't my fault you suck in bed!", he knew it was a weak reply, but he did not want to be left speakless for a third time.
Tate looked at him with low eyes, an unconvinced look on his face, "You and I both know that's a lie. I know for a fact she told you about our sex life."
Aradia wouldn't deny him that, Maddie knew how to pick them. He was a more than decent looking guy, rich family and she was the opposite of shy about what they got up to in private; wasn't really his fault she was a two-faced slut. "Either way, obviously wasn't that good cause she fucked somebody else", Aradia struck low, so low he could feel the flames lapping at his feet. Too soon; way too soon. Especially for someone without a car.
Tate was silent for a long moment, blinking at him with befuddlement. Aradia broke his gaze, looking at his lap under the weight of his gaze. The blonde finally looked away, letting out a grunt before starting the car again.
Little did Aradia know, Tate was wishing he could put him out on the side of the road.
* * * * * *
One fucking bed.
There was one fucking bed.
Neither voiced their distain at the circumstances, either wanting to be told to sleep on the floor. They were both clearly upset about earlier and hadn't spoken since they arrived at the hotel. Not even as Tate begrudgingly paid for the room, only a murderous look on his face as he allowed Aradia to drag his own suitcase inside. They both possibly held the opportunity to take long showers, sleep off the days and wake up with a fresh start, that is, until Aradia opened his fat mouth.
"Guess you sleeping on the floor, eh", he mocked, moving around him, bumping his shoulder before shoving his duffle bag on the floor as he went to put down his own things.
Suddenly, a rough hand wrapped around his forearm and he was yanked back. He felt Tate's firm chest against his back, his breath hot against his neck, "Keep fucking with me", he hissed, kissing his teeth, "I already said I ain't in the mood."
Aradia jerked his arm free, "Boy bye, whatever", he grabbed his stuff and went in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Tate was such an inconsiderate asshole. Did he ever stop to think about how he felt or anything? He had lost someone he considered his friend. He didn't appreciate the transphobic and racial slurs she threw at him either. There was definitely no going back for them. In a way, she was really toxic and he was excited to move on and cut ties with the two. He was sick of putting up with the elitism, the snobbery, all of it.
After showering for as long as he could before Tate was beating on the door, complaining about the hot water. He got dress in a pair of naruto lounge shorts and a Dragon Ball Z tee. He tugged his cloth shorts down over his butt as he paddled over to his suitcase. Tossing his belongings inside, he glanced at the bed where Tate had jumped to his feet. All he had told himself went out the window when he saw his face harden. He couldn't help the empathy that ebbed through him.
"Look man, I'm sorry 'bout what I said earlier", Aradia offered, in an attempt to gain his attention. When he turned his head slightly in his direction signaling he had his attention, he continued his speech, "It was uncalled for; I know you probably ain't in the best mood and I should cut you some slack. It has been a long and hard day for the both", he sat down on the bed, lowering his own guard first, "No reason to fight and bicker with eachother right now, right?"
The smile and hand he offered remained ignored and unreturned as he glowered. Tate found his face falling as he gripped his possessions in hand and marched to the bathroom. He didn't spare him another glance before disappearing inside and slamming the door roughly behind him.
It was quiet in the hotel room an hour later, Tate had since abandoned his santuary that was the shower as quiet as when he entered. The only thing filling the silence now was the random show playing on the TV. Aradia had yet to speak since he was last shot down and made the collective decision to pay him dust. He kept his back to it all, watching seven deadly sins on his phone, absorbed in characters and colors; he was resigned to this until they got back home. So much so, he hadn't noticed Tate staring at his back, nor when the TV had been muted over his air pods.
He thought nothing of it as Tate shifted on the bed. He chanced a glance back over his shoulder to see him tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor. Realizing he was now shirtless, Aradia Spun back around. He cursed to himself, realizing he had been caught staring. Not that he had to admit it or anything; Tate was a smug jerk.
He willed himself to relax again, snuggling back into his assigned side of the bed and rewinding his show for a part he'd missed. That waa when he had first felt it. Tate had violated the boundary set between them, he body heat closer to him than he permitted. He could feel the mattress dipping under their shared weight, the heat of his body radiating against his back. The room was already a touch too warm, their lengthy showers leaving a sweltering heat in the air that made Aradia want to push the sheets and his bedmate away.
He fidgetted quietly, trying to shift closer to the beds edge when he was yanked back by a strong force. He let out a sound of surprise as he found tan hands under the sheets.
Then he felt something else, his leg against the back of his calf. Aradia ignored his leg hair tickling his calf. He played coy to his needling, instead raising his phone higher to allow him to see, pulling out his airpods and putting them back in the case. He could barely reach the nightstand to put them on before returning to his new position as they resumed the episode. He assumed he had been satiated as his hands settled on him, but not moving.
That when he first felt it.
Hot and stiff against his hip.
It was his dick, no confusing it. Not when it was so clearly erect against him. Hands that were once stagnant began feeling him up from behind, rubbing against him. He could feel his shorts bunching up as he rutted against him.
Aradia scoffed at the audacity of it all, "Really? Just broke up with your girlfriend and already moving in on her friend", he scolded dryly, pushing his wandering hand away. 'Leave it to him to think with his dick!'
It was Tate's turn to snort, "Ex- girlfriend and ex- friend", he corrected, making him growl.
Aradia didn't have time for Tate and his shenanigans, "Stop it!", he chastized with a huff, "Quite it! I'm not playing with yo ass Tate. You not funny!", he hissed angrily, "I'm serious!"
Aradia thrashed and fidgetted against him but was denied when he gripped his waist and brought him flush against him. He could feel his dick print clear as day now and the heat of his breath returned, "You always think I'm playing with you", he muttered, "Tell me, does this feel like a game?" He had began kissing on his neck, nipping as he grinded against him.
Aradia was still having trouble processing it all, the sensations too much alongside Tate's complete lack of verbal and social ques. He sqealed when he felt something wet on his neck, "OMG! Like get yo tongue-", his mouth was like a starving leech, licking, sucking and biting.
"Ah", he yelped, his teeth on his pulse point. Like a true Achilles heel, he began to crumble under his abuse, despite how he thrashed.
Aradia could feel his blood warming, his dick getting harder despite his own best efforts. He couldn't believe his body would betray him too, "I swear, can't even apologize to you", he whined with lips pouted, "g- give you an inch and- "
"Oh I'm gonna give you more than that", Tate corrected ominously, his hand sliding around him and into his shorts, wrapping around him.
He bucked against his hand, gasping at the firm grip he had on him. He had his dick in his head. It was only then he realized Tate was not bluffing him. "Oh you trying to fuck-me fuck-me, on some homo shit", he mocked crudely only to involuntarily buck into his hand as he stroked him.
Aradia struggled to keep his eyes open as Tate jerked him off. He had already been pent up because of the trip and Tate's hand felt so good wrapped around him.
Then he was mouthing on his neck again and Tate never thought hearing a man pant would be so erotic. He trembled as he thumbed his tip, tracing down his shaft as he flicked his wrist. Aradia's breath hitched as his knees clamping together.
Tate easily pried them open again, rough pads moving down to his balls, fingertips grazing his perineum and noting his shiver before he cupped his balls in his hand. "You like that, don't you?", he purred, continuing to fap him.
Tate loved how he melted under his touch, "You so damn fine, Aradia. Shit, can't ever get a break", he grunted against his throat.
His hands found the hem of his sleep shirts and you stripped them from him with one hand.he moved under his shirt, cold hands under his shirt and traveling over his chest and nipples. Tate took his full pecs in his hands, almost overflowing in his palms, "Fuck, need a bra for these puppies", he grumbled, mouth moistening as he thought of wrapping his mouth around them.
He hissed when he rolled a bud between his fingers, "St- stop playing with my n- nips, you p- per- ah!", he was heavy handed at his pinching and pulling, making him moan.
"Shut up", he grunted.
Aradia tried to ignore him, eyes closing shut tight as he prayed for it to end sometime soon. His knees had began to shake again, his exogenous zone being abused by the bald headed brute. All as Tate rutted against him pulling his own mix of grunts and whimpers of pleasure.
His head thrashed to and fro as his course finger pads rubbed around his nipple, then circling in and pinching it slightly.
Tate tugged his wavy cap aside to exspose his throat, gnawing on his neck as he fondled him. Aradia felt so good in his hands, just like he knew he would be. A challenge no doubt, but something to soothe his bruised heart...and maybe his blue balls.
He released his chest and brought his fingers to his mouth, "Suck em", he hissed against his throat, forcing them passed his lips. Aradia sucked on them obediently, lapping his pointer and middle finger as he stabbed between his pursed lips, massaging the flat of his tongue before pulling them out.
He wiped his face against the pillow as Tate's hand found his rim between his heavy cheeks. He jolted, pucker tensing momentarily before relaxing and tilting his hips for a better angle. He held his breath for him to penetrate him but he didn't, instead just carressing his entrance and his perineum.
"Fucking tease", he threw back over his shoulder.
Aradia wiggled his left arm free, reaching back between to feel him himself. He had always been curious of how much exactly the latino was packing.
His hand found his side and then he moved down and, "Oh fuck"
The blonde chuckled smugly behind him, "You want it?", he queried guiding his hand to better run his hand over him.
Fuck he was packing.
He didnt even know what to say, "T- tayyyy", he panted and cursed as Tate continued to fondle him.
"Shut your fucking mouth for once", he gritted thrusting harder into his fist.
Aradia dug his teeth into his bottom lip, doing as told.
His eyes fell shut as he pumped his fist around him. He could hear Tate grunted in his ear as his pressed his ass against his dick print. He sounded whorish and he loved it. He didnt think before spread his thighs and reached back between his own legs and find the opening of his boxers
He choked, "Oh shit it's big. It's so fucking big!"
Those words were like a trigger as Tate manhandled him over the hotel mattress, forcing him on his belly and knees, spreading his butt cheeks. His large thumb hooked on his panties and pulled them aside to reveal his smooth pucker.
Aradia steeled his nerves as he felt him move behind him as he got out of the bed and towards his bag, watching him tear open a fresh box of condoms, more than likely for his getaway with his girlfriend. He could see his dick now. It was beautifully colored, tan and thick with a fat rosy pink tip and a curve to it. He was gonna fuck him up alright.
Aradia hated that he thought about Maddie. He was gonna fuck her boyfriend. Ex but boyfriend, no less. He doubted she saw this coming when she sent them off in a ferocity into the night.
He decided that, under different circumstances he would've given her the courtesy, but they weren't friends and he doubted they'd come back around after this.
Aradia relaxed as he returned, shoving a pillow under his own hips, his ass raised and his face in his folded hands as he waited for him. He cringed as he felt a gunk of liquid on his rim, "Ew, nigga, did you just spit on me?"
SMACK
He didn't get an answer, instead his heavy hand coming down like lightning on his ass. Aradia didn't even have time to react outside a cry before Tate licked a fat strip across his hole.
He trembled as he lapped his rim again and again. He struggled to pull his face from the sheets, breath heavy as his beard assualted his moistured skin, "D- didn't know you ate ass, ah!",
SMACK
He struggled against his hands on his hips. He fidgetted at the burning stinge spreading over his ass. He recieved little reprieve from the pain before both hands came down on his ass, pushing them together against his face as he ate him out.
Tate licked at his rim. His tongue stiffened and curled as he poked and prodded him before stabbing inside and widening his tongue against his walls.
Aradia fisted the sheets as he moved back on his face, chasing his tongue before attempting to run when his teeth found his rim.
Then Tate was moving behind him and he heard the foil packet rip open. Aradia couldn't help but flinch, his hole clenching nervously as he swayed on his knees.
Guilt and fear started to bubble in his gut. This was his last chance to back out. Well, his very last chance to atleast.
He had tensed in his anxiety, flinching involuntarily when Tate's hands found his hips. He knew Tate felt it but he refused to acknowledge.it.
"G- go slow Tae", he managed, weary of his loving tactics.
Tate snorted, "I will", he rushed offhandlely, more interested in how he would go about breaching him hole. The pink inner walls were calling his name as he spread his cheeks and passage.
He went to press forward only to be stopped by his hand on his wrist, "I- I'm serious, I don't want to get hurt", he had torn and bled dealing with trade once upon a time and the parallels had him fearful. It would be embarrassing to start crying infront of Tate. It would be a nightmare for him to hurt him on purpose and revel in it.
The bigger man paused. Aradia Was actually worried he put him off all together as he removed himself from his hold.
His worry was peaked as Tate's hand moved under his right arms and around his neck to press himself flush against his naked body. He could feel his dick, thick and hard between his ass and against his lower back. God he was gonna fuck him so good; he could practically taste it.
'Eat your heart out, Maddie'
He was lulled by the spanish mumblings of his lover- sweeter this time- as he pumped his hips slowly against him. Aradia whimpered, baring his throat from him.
"I'm not", he drawled out long and low, hot breath ghosting as he kissed up his neck.
* * * * * *
Aradia shook as he fisted the bedsheets, shaking at the pressure iside him, "O- oh f- fuck", he mewled, clenching around Tate's length and attempting to not burst at the seam. He didn't know how he took it, but he didn't know how would survive it fucking him.
Tate pressed against his back, squeezing his hip as he blanketed his body over his, "That's a good 'Oh fuck' ?", he questioned, glee mingling in his voice.
He could barely force a grimace with him so deep inside him, "Mhm?", he admitted, biting his lip to distract from the pressure and stretch of his dick inside him, "Ah!", his hips jumped.
Tate was buried to the hilt and then some. Fuck wasn't it glorious. He already knew it was gonna be good. So so good.
"Lay down", Tate grunted behind him, "you'll need to be relaxed" he said, abgentle hand to his neck before trailing down his back to hold his hip.
Aradia turned his head to look back at him, glaring in the darkness,"you did not just say that to me." He couldn't help but get zesty with him, even with his dick tapping his gut. He could barely suck in air with his cock taking the space from his lungs. He was trembling around him.
Tater shrugged, "Suit yourself."
He had then yanked the pillow from under him, yanking his him onto his knees by the hips and kicking them apart.
Aradia huffed in aggravation, growing annoyed and impatient. He had just been about to complain when he had pulled out about 1/3 and drove back home hard. And then he felt hid body blanket his own, his biceps bracketing his body against the bed.
He was so close.
"You like that?", Tate huffed, his breath scalding against his temple.
It was not like Aradia had been able to lie anyway. Nor did he attempt to; not with him pressing against that spot that made him warm. "F- fuck Tate!", he cried out went Tate drove in deep again.
The latino gazed hungrily at where they connected, his supple brown ass jiggling and squeezing his dick in he wished he could see clearer. He would settle for using his digits, his thumb pressing against his puffy rim. Aradia lurched as he felt his anus pucker, his name leaving his lips again; this time lower...rawer
Oh he wanted it bad and Tate was gonna make sure he wouldn't wanna be without his dick when he was done with him he'd make sure of it. "Yeah that's right, say my name, slut", he started, getting straight into the dirty talk as he picked up speed, a deep line set in his brow.
Aradia sobbed as he felt him in his stomach, "I ah I- I'm not ah mhm sl- slut", he slurred, eyes rolling back as his hips pounded away without mercy. He was so big and hot. He was still so tight, his walls stretching and burning at the strain of he forced his body to accommodate him.
The blonde tsked mockingly, "You're my slut", he corrected, and pressed a large hand into his spine, putting an arch into his back. He could feel Aradia fight it under his touch, "arch that back for papi", he demanded in a slow long voice, rolling his hips in a way that surely had Maddie floaty and willing to do whatever his freak ass wanted.
And he was not wrong.
His words went straight to Aradia's cock, his hole clenching around him in eagerness. He quickly gave to his request, his spine giving way at his bequest. And once he had assumed position, Tate wasted no time searching for that spot.
Not that Aradia's volume hadn't been hint enough.
"Oh God, d- don't stop. S- so f- fucking deep T- Tate! Sh- shit!", he swore as buried sounds in his pillow, his bonnet sliding off his head and out of mind.
Tat would no doubt be pissed tomorrow but at the moment all he could focus on was the sound of cheeks clapping as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly. Tate's iron clad grip knotted in shirt as he pounded into him with no option for escape. He eyes tried and failed to see straight as they rolled back, "F- fuck papi...d- don't stop.", he begged through moans.
Then Tate was pulling him close again and he felt they would melt together. "No te preocupes, no lo haré. Mira como te contagias para mi." His voice was so low and rough; it was liquor sex in Aradia's ears. He cried out, his head fallen back against the cradle of his chest. [Don't worry, I won't . Look how you spread for me.]
His lover continued to pepper pecks on his neck, going for his lips only for Aradia to keep breaking it, burying his face in the pillow.
Tate suddenly pulled out, making Aradia release a choked sound. Doubly prouduced as he was rolled onto his stomach before he was onto of him and kissing him. He gripped his chin as he thrusted his tongue in his mouth.
Then he really started moving and Aradia could barely stay on for the ride. The first thrust had sent him scrambling, his fingers going to Tates shoulders, not pushing but barely braced. That wasn't until the next thrust
Then Tate was pinning him down, folding his body as he pleased, his rough hands lacing with his as he drove back in for a home run.
The blonde watched the entry with amazemnt, eyes blown as he looked at his hips flushed against his ass. He took him so good and he said so too, "Just sucking me in. No hands."
Aradia titled up his hips, pushing against his thrusts. He was so long and thick, filling him in way that he only could describe as "dick-a-matized". He moaned at the weight of Tate ontop of him, his face in his neck as he fucked into him.
"Take it baby, that's it. Fuck you feel so good", he coached, fucking him through th strain and stretch.
"U- uh huh", he would elaborate further if he wanted, anything so long as he kept going. He was being to lose his grasp on the human language; all his words the same blanketed beneath the muffled white noise and wet slapping.
Tate revealed in it, ego stroked with ever stroke of his hips. Who was he to know that he could've shut Aradia up like this? A cockslut just like a homegirl. It was poetic, more erotic really.
He was taking him so damn good. The way his full pecs bounced, swollen from his teasing mouth. He loved how his long sharp nails would dig into his back and chest, the sting a delicious fuel to drive him deeper, reaching the deepest parts of Aradia with his cock.
He wanted to get all up in his guts.
"Fuck, you're fucking me so good", Aradia whined, head falling back as he shuddered against him, his arms scrambling and scraping around his shoulder and torso.
"Thats right", Tate panted, purring hot expletives in his ear, "Keep telling me how much you love my verga", he husked with an animal like growl.
"Fuck you're gonna make me cum", Aradia withered, his dick dripping and staining the sheets beneath him in a filthy sensation, "h- hitting my spot so hard!", he was gonna cum so hard. He could feel it tickling the back of his eyes.
Her barely managed a whimper as he was hosged onto his knees by the throat, his knees falling apart and his legs spreading wide like a gate.
Tate growled low and rough in his ear, "This ass is mine now, "
Aradia didn't disagree, "Uh uh uh.", he succeeded.
Tate's fist tightened around his throat, "Tell me who's ass this is", he hissed in his ear.
"It's your Tate. All yours papi! Fuck yes!", he grappled lustfully, eyes fluttered as he squeezed around his angry length, chain hanging over him as he watch his face as he fucked him. His blue eyes were so hard, peiricing him just as deep as him dick and without reprieve.
Pink lip wet and puffy from his tongue and teeth. Tate found himself fantasize about chewing on that lip, to bite down and see if he'd feel it. His tongue lapped at his own as he stared at his with half open eyes.
He watched through a haze of pleasure as he fucked him. He pressed his lips into a line and hardened his brow before he was on fucking him again. His cock was balls deep inside him, his meaty dick pressed against his prostate and throbbing in a way that made Aradia feel as if his blood were lava.
A sudden sensation ran through him, from his belly, up his spine and down to the tips of his toes. Both chilling and electric as his toes had curled, his abdomen tensing as electricity ran down to the tips of his toes. At that moment, cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes, his toes curling painfully as he continued to fuck him.
Tate sat up, adjusting his grip on his thighs as he splayed his legs apart, despite how his limbs trembled under his palms. His lip was curled in a snarl, "Couldn't even wait for me", he sneered slamming in deep and rough.
"Aye! T- Tea-"
Aradia was givien no reprieve as he hammered into him until he himself was cumming. Even then he had not lipped off or reprimanded him, disolved into a fit of hissing and grunts that be resulted in his fingers stuffed in his mouth before he came deep inside him.
He couldn't ignore how utterly filthy he felt. His sausage finger pressed against his tongue, his throat straining from how his fingers fucking them. Spit and sweat dribbling down his face and down his chest to mix with his own cum. He could feel Tate's cum seeping out of their connected bodies and onto the damp and crumpled sheets.
Tate had slutted him out and Aradia couldn't for the life of him find a single fuck to give about.
In his lap after they cum, panting and melting against eachother. The air conditioner choosing this moment to start to life, humming in the corner.
Aradia had shivered from different reasons however as Tate peppered kisses all over his nape and neck. His thumb traced his bruising flank and hip. He could still feel him throbbing inside him as he laid them on the bed, his front pressed to his back.
He had maneuvered them to a dry spot before before he pulled out. He swore at Aradia's reaction, his pucker still gaping and overestimated. He fucked him good.
He tied off the condom and tossed it in the bathroom trash.
Tate didn't say it out loud, but this more than made up for being cheated on.
God Bless Sundress Season 🙏🏿 (part 2 of Thug in the Streets)
Part 2 of Thug in the Streets, but 304 in the Sheets!
This was a long awaited request from a reader. I sadly can't find their info, but i hope you see this! I didnt forget about you! Hope you enjoy it. You've all seen Romeo and Florian at the roughest 😈, now let's seem them at their sweetest 😇 (as sweet s they can get at least.) I also was inspired by the up and coming baby maker.....Sundress Season 👗. This may be controvrsial, but I don't know the difference between a maxi dress and a sun dress when you get into the details so I won't include a picture for reference. Just know that ass is fat. 🍑
Romeo yawned as he stood up from the large bed. He stretched his arms overhead, groaning at the pull of muscles in his back. He had been watching basketball reruns on Tik Tok after taking his shower, deciding to air dry before he had gotten distracted. Florian always complained about him being stuck on his phone. Speaking of the boxer, he had awoken long before him and was already downstairs getting into his two hour workout for his next match.
Romeo realized that he'd have enough time to start on breakfast if he got ready now, so started getting ready. He lathered himself lavishly in Victoria Secret ginger oil, naked as the day he was born as he dug through his drawers for something to wear. He enjoyed the air on his waxed cunt, bending over further as he dug into the drawer. He only paused in his search when he felt something silky graze his finger tips at the very bottom. "Now fuck is that?", he asked himself, brows furrowed as he reached for it again. He pulled it out, fingering the royal blue fabric and the thin straps. It was an old sundress he'd gotten from a homegirl a while back. He looked back and noticed others as well before staring at the dress in hand. He couldn't recall the last time he'd worn it, but it would definitely do nicely for the spring weather.
Romeo held the dress to his chest, checking the fit and stretch to find it some stretch. "This that sundress Season shii.", he hummed in approval and stepped into the flowy fabric. He adjusted the clingy material on his frame and settled it to his liking. He decided to skip underwear, far too comfortable as it was; plus the breeze was always welcome. 'Plus ion fuck wit' panty lines.' He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, pulling his long and wavy locs into a messy bun atop his head. He left two dangling at the front and smiled at his reflction. He looked good as shit and he ain't even try; it was a pity that nobody got to see him. He fluffed his goatee and left the bedroom entirely.
Romeo had been staying at Florian's house in California as he prepared for his next gig. He couldn't trust the young-blood back home without him and Romeo didn't particularly wanna be away from him either so he eagerly tagged along. He didn't want none of those Beverly Hill chicken-heads putting pussy on his man. The menace walked leisurely through the halls, his slides eoching on the hardwood floor as he passed room after room before jogging down the steps.
Romeo moved into the kitchen, pulling out the necessary ingredients for breakfast and getting to work. It didn't take more than 40 minutes for him to finish cooking; in fact, he was just in time for Florian to be finishing up. He hoped he didn't make him wait for an extra rep or a work call; he had been slaving away and would hate for it to get cold. Florian ate in bulk for every meal and be never letfood go to waste, no matter the temperature or quality.
He eagerly made his way down the hall to the in-house gym Florian currently occupied. Just as Romeo entered, Florian was setting the weight bar back on the rack and sat up on the bench. His chest rose and fell as his panted, the music blaring in his headphones as Romeo got closer to the bench. The Romanian was all sweaty and swole, built like a Greek God. He was so powerful; Creed didn't do him justice.
Almost like he could feel it, Florian tensed before turning his gaze on him, "Good morning, princess", he murmured with a smile spreading on his lips, eyes soft as he looked at his bebelus.
Romeo couldnt help but to smile as the giant man stood and easily closed the distance between them. "Good morning, Big Nasty", he teased lightly, hugging him around the middle. He didn't have to be hard right now, he was at home with his man, and Florian would protect him.
Florian chuckled as he nuzzled into his pecs, drapping his arms around his slender frame in kind. He didn't know why, but he found himself looking into the mirror and thank God he did. He could now see how his ass poked out in the material and how it looked against his thighs. He could look and tell Romeo wasn't wearing panties; he hated panty lines and tried to avoid them. His large pale hands moved down the small of Romeo's back until they moved to cup the full swells of his ass in his hands.
Romeo squealed, jumping away from him, turning his pout to him like a heat seeking mission, "Always being freaky an' shit", he snipped, kissing his teeth.
The bigger man chuckled, moving his head phones down around his neck, "Îmi pare rău, bebelus, nu mă pot abține." Though his words were apologetic his smile proved him insincere. Romeo was just so easy to piss off; you'd think he was trigger happy, but he couldn't help but to pout and whine at the first qualm in sight. ("Sorry, bebelus, I cannot help myself.")
Soon his famous pout graced his lips and Florian pinched his hip to which he smacked it away. Romeo seethed as he kissed his teeth, "I actually came in here to get you for breakfast since you wanna pick on me an' shit." Irritated and cute, the New Yorker conceded, not only stepping away from him entirely, but moved further into the room.
The giant chuckled at the sight, "What you doing? Thought you wanted breakfast?"
Romeo continued to remove plates from the bench and move them back to the weight rack. He paused after he'd satt them down and scoffed, "You not gonna leave these weights like this for me to deal with when I work out tonight."
Florian didn't expect any less from his boyfriend, watching his muscles flex as he moved them. Fuck he was strong and it was sexy, the juxtaposition of his sundress wasn't lost on him either.
That damn sundress...
Romeo huffed as he grabbed two 75 pound plates, until they were taken from him. He turned to see Florian carried the rest on the weights on his shoulders and added his two to the heap. "Let's me do that for ya", he muttered gently, "then we can have the breakfast you so politely made." He gave him that smirk as he patted his bottom and turned to put the weights down.
Romeo kissed his teeth for the thousandth time, a coping mechanism because he wasn't allowed to run his mouth at Florian...not without consequences at least. He was fixing his sundress before Florian turned to face him again, towering over him with his broad frame blanketing him. Still nothing made Romeo's heart pitter patter more than that soft look in Florian's eyes as he took him in.
"arăți frumos, bebelus", he murmured in his mother tongue, eyes dancing over Romeo's blemish free face and full lips, "
atât de fără efort chiar și dimineața." He brushed a honey colored tendril off his high cheekbone and cupped his cheek, eagerly drawing him in for his good morning kiss. He tasted like exspensive pre-workout and just straight up (man). Niether wasted anytime, parting their lips and letting their tongues search for eachother. Florian's hand held his chin, moving him however he pleased as he refamiliarized himself with his mouth. As the kiss deepened, Florian's hands resumed their previous descent on his backside. He palmed and squeezed the soft flesh as he mouthed at his neck. He began to massage his buttcheeks, hands growing rougher with every small sound that left Romeo's lips. If it wasn't for Florian pulling away, he would've let his daddy do whatever he wanted to him. Breakfast be damned. ("You look beautiful, bebelus...so effortless even in the morning.")
Florian beamed with satisfaction at his lover's glazed eyes and swollen lips; always so sensitive to his every menstruation. "Let's go eat, bebelus."
* * * * * *
Florian wasted no time once they made it to the table, pulling Romeo into his lap. He was happy with the weight of him on his thigh, his spicy scent calming to his senses. His workout had all his blood pumping and he was starting to get distracted. In order to calm himself, he found his hand splayed across the fabric on Romeo's hip, fingering the fabric inintently. Romeo noticed the hands roaming his hip, but ignored it, content to eat with his man. However, it wasn't long until Florian hand had manged to bunch up his dress, so much that if Romeo had spread his thighs even a bit, he would touch something softer than than velvet and wetter than leather.
He stopped his lovers hand in its tracks before he could expose anymore of him at the breakfast table. "Wha'ssup wit' you n' my dress?", he questioned with a small chuckle, removing his hand and smoothing out the fabric of his dress.
Florian did not look the least bit abashed or guilty, pulling him impossibly closer to rest his head on his shoulder, "I can't help it, you look so good", he growled, nipping his shoulder, one hand tracing the tattoo on his hand and the other hand moving back up his thigh to his dress. He struggled to stay still as a rough hand moved under the fabric, his palm burning the bare flesh there. He could already feel his cock swelling under him, eager to be acknowledged. Romeo was more than excited as well, eyes falling shut as his hand groped his neck, trailing down to pinch his nipple under the material.
"Remember what happened last time you wore this little number?", Florian purred, palms grappling and pawing over his body like it was his birth right.
Romeo's head was barely on straight when Florian's words soaked into his drunken brain. 'The last time?' He didn't recall wearing it very recently. The last time he'd worn it was-
"Everytime I see you in this little number I want my mouth between those thighs, my fingers in your mouth, fucking you're holes until you're barely coherent."
He shuddered at the eoching of the words in his mind. Like a warning, but too late to serve him any good. He was in the kitchen digging through the cabinets when Florian came in. The sight of his round ass perched up and only hidden away by thin fabric did something to him. Romeo didn't even stand a chance when it was ripped off him and he was pinned to the island. He remembered the weekend after Romeo showed his ass infront of his homeboys. Florian was a different type of ravaging in both instances and yet he made fear and arousal pool in his belly equally.
After that day, Romeo stuffed the dresses at the very bottom of his drawer....until now.
* * * * * * *
Romeo made a "oof" sound when Florian dropped him onto the bed, his body bouncing on the mattress as his legs went up in the air. He blinked up at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up on his elbows to look at Florian.
He didn't get to look up at him long before Florian had dropped onto his knees. He bit his lip as he grabbed his ankles, watching with baited breath as he raised them up to where knees meet chest. "Look at daddy's lil' cunt", he teased, bunching the fabric up his thighs to pool under his ass and Adonis belt.
Romeo whimpered, body aching for more as his breath brushed against his glistening folds only for the heat to disappear, "Big Nasty", he whined to no avail, his hands firm on his hips as his mouth moved over his waist. He could only look at the ceiling as he fought to not squirm against his mouth. A cry broke from him as enamel sunk into his hip. His trembled under his mouth before he released him, lapping at the reddening flesh and the indents of his canines.
The loc-star (I don't call locs dr*ads) hissed at the air against his "lovebite". Still, he could feel the throbbing pain spread through his body to the tips of his toes and fingers, "Daddy", he mewled, reaching for his wide wrist..
"Yes, bebelus?", Florian asked innocently, eyebrow arched as he stared back him.
Romeo squeezed his eyes shut tight, struggling to find his barings, "I- I- ", he found it impossible to put his desires into words.
He felt a firm hand gripped his chin, turning his head, so he couldn't hide. "Open them", he ordered and Romeo blinked open his eyes to meet Florian's dark gaze over him, "Use your words, slut.", he growled, eyes on his mouth as he traced his bottom lip with his thumb.
Romeo gulped as he moved away; a chill racking him at the lack of heat against the most intimate parts of him. He remained standing over him, eyes shamelessly focused on his slick cunt where Romeo still had his legs spread obediently; he knew how much Florian loved to see it. He always thought he had the prettiest flower he'd ever seen. The way the folds parted around the girth of him; the healthy flush that would spread there from his thrusts, slaps and rubbing.
He was becoming dizzy with all his blood running south and stood to his feet. His hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it overhead and onto the ground. "What do you want?", he asked him with dark eyes and Romeo couldn't help but moan.
He only felt the desire to have him inside him. It would be so good. He would make him feel good. He had been very good lately and deserved to be rewarded as such. He whimpered when Florian evaded his kiss again, shaking his head at his kicked expression, "Tell me what you want from me, bebelus."
Romeo's pussy clenched at the implications; shit, what didn't he want? The air in his lungs became thin as he attempted to swallow the lump that appeared in his throat. As....tempting as his buldge was, he knew what he wanted first; what he craved. Romeo's hand slowly drifted down his abdomen and settled between his thigh, carding his fingers between his folds and spreading his digits.
"Eat my pussy please", he begged and pleaded, biting his lip as his hand trailed over his side making him lurch, "w- wanna cum on your tongue, Big Nasty."
Florian let out a long low whistle at his request, pulling away from lover much to his chagrin. Romeo's whining was cut off with a warning look from him before his eyes dragged over him again. He stopped on his thighs, staring their intent so strong that Romeo spread his knees in silent appeasement.
Still, Florian had made no move forward and it drove him insane. His gaze was so heavy on him, the want darkening them providing its own form of stimulation. Romeo loved his eyes on him, watching him, observing him while he touched himself for him. It had been a minute since they had indulge themselves, Romeo realized, the sundress might've been a great choice after all?
Romeo leaned back on his right arm, the moment catching Florian's attention, his eyes snapping up to meet his. The smaller man said nothing, his hazel eyes fluttering closed as his left hand moved down his stomach and between his thighs; he gnawed at his bottom lip as he wet his fingers with his juices and massaged his clit.
Just as quick, Florian snatched up his hand, halting his relief.
"Ah ah ah."
He kissed his knuckles lovingly before placing it over head. Romeo stared up at him with wide eyes, hanging onto his everyword. His legs spread wider inviting him closer, to "Such a pretty little slut you are, touching yourself while looking so damn fine in your little dress", he purred, hand trailing over the thin fabric before sliding down to replace his on his cunt. His dick twitching as he humped into his heavy palms, his taunt body rolling hotly, "Think maybe you should keep it on", Florian suggested. He leaned forward, softly pecking at his swollen lips before drawing back, "Would you like to keep on your dress? Hmm? Would you mind much making a mess of it, would we?", he questioned.
Romeo swallowed thickly, shaking his head, "Wanna look good for you, while you make me feel good", his head was swimming, oxygen was thin and it was sweltering as his lover sucked marks on the juncture of his neck.
He pulled back, admiring the red bruise, "You gonna ride my face in that little dress of yours, bebelus?"
Romeo was a gushing stream as he grinded hungrily into his digits, "Whatever you want, Big Nasty", he murmured as he wrapped a large hand around his throat. Romeo's eyes fluttered shut as his air passage closed, his lips parting on their own accord to pull in thinning oxygen. He could easily cum like this, with his hand around his throat and his hand between his legs. His mind began to fog deliciously, trembling as he felt them flip over, their positions now swapped as he looked down at the boxer.
"Park that pretty little pussy on daddy's face."
* * * * * * *
Romeo attempted to hover over the larger man's face, giving Florian room to back out if he wished to. Ofcourse, Florian wasn't going to; he lived for him sitting on his face like a throne. He was always so flustered when Florian had him like this; it was so vulgar and violating for someone to see him so close and intimately like this. He ignored the flush on his cheeks to look down at the large tint in Florian's boxers. His tongue peeked out to lick at his lips, happy to find something to occupy his mind and hands.
Just as he reached out to touch it, calloused hands curved around his thighs and he was suddenly impaled on something slick and wet, "Ah- oh my f- fu- !"
Florian wasted no time, flipping his dress up and grabbing his ass to pull his pussy down to his awaiting mouth. He wanted to drown in his pussy, use his cunt like scuba gear and he was visiting the Barrier Reef.
Romeo was a moaning mess a top him, his hands reaching back to grip the headboard as he swiveled and grounded his hips on Florian's tongue. He was so close already; his nose bumping his clit with every swivel of the hips. He struggled to stave off his orgasm, the knot tightening so violently he clenched around his face in his sex.
"I- I'm g- gona cum, daddddy!", he mewled, head thrashing and hips stuttering until Florian's tree trunk arms had her stapled in place.
Those ? Eyes were boring into him as he detached his mouth from his center and spoke, "Cum, bebelus, cum in daddy's mouth", he drawled and with a press on his tongue to his clit, Romeo was tipping over the edge at his command
White waves crashed into him and he felt Florian pierce the very bottom of his stomach, sending another violent ripple tore through him. "O- oh fu- fuck yes yes yes!", he sobbed, feeling his essence gushing as Florian fingering him through the aftershocks. It was mesmerizing, to what his cunt constrict and squirter so up close.
Having finally regained his barrings thanks to his orgasm clearing his mind, Romeo moved to his bounty. He refocused his attention back on his meaty dick, taking it in hand. Fuck he was scathing in his hand; pulsing.
Still, the ebony man persevered, parting his lips to take in the bulbous head of him. His lips already burned at the slight stretch and he came of to wet them with his tongue. He was about to go back in when he felt Florian's arm tighten around him in warning.
He whimpered when he came off his dripping center. "Don't get to carried away, baby boy", he grunted, his rough breath on his pussy lips, "daddy's gonna take really good care of you."
Romeo could help but preen over him before his tongue was delves between his petals again. He would not complain about his jaw not aching and his throat being fucked raw.
He spit on his cock, pumping him in his fist as he used his drool to lube his cock continuing to suckle his tip. He cradled his balls and almost gagged when Florians hips stuttered. He didn't get to complain before he was lapping apologetically at his clit.
Romeo basked in the tonguing down he receiving, snickering when his hands palmed and squeezed his ass. He was bucking and grinding against his jaw, chasing that familiar knot. Head still dizzy, Romeo could barely let out a whimper as his tongue disappeared, his legs clenching together at the emptiness. His breathing was still labored as rough hands grabbed his thighs and he was flipped onto his back, landing with a quiet 'shit'. His breath hitched when those same hands gently pried his knees apart before Florian slotted his large frame between his thighs.
Florian watched with transfixed eyes as he leered over him, his gym toned form hanging over him as he grabbed the lube from under the pillow, dribbling it on his cunt. He had already opened him up thoroughly with his fingers and tongue; Romeo was so soft and malleable already, eyes practically ready to glaze for the lovliest sub-drop he would provide. Romeo was already glistening wet, but they never shyed away from extra lubricant. Especially taking something of Florian's size. He loved to make his pussy stretch around the utter girth him, spasm around every vein and cry out as he pressed "too deep!" inside. His babyboy was dressed so pretty for him and cooked his breakfast; Romeo deserved all his daddy's affections and the Romanian was going to do just that. Call him a sadist; he didn't care.
Romeo flinched at the coldness, legs trembling as he squeezed another glob onto his palm to slick his cock. He sat up, hands going to pull his dress off when Florian grunted.
"Keep it on, baby", Florian dissuaded, never ceasing his pumping.
Romeo was about to make a clap back again but was interrupted by the familiar yet overwhelming force that penetrated him. Florian had slid his cock between his folds, his flower spreading around his girth. He could hardly breath, the long slow glide of his cock making his eyes cross and his vision blurry.
Romeo's back arched skillfully, his body accommodating his dick in the lovieiest of way. He could tell back his groan that Florian was entralled with the visuals, as he always was when he stretched around him easily. He took pride in taking Florian's dick. It was hard work. He focused his eyes when he felt Florian heavy balls against his cunt; Florian stared down at him, neck and face reddening and flushed already. He was so wet and velvety. It took time for Florian to settle inside him, his cock still throbbing painfully inside him.
Now fully seated inside of him, Florian planted his hand beside his head, careful of where his locs splayed out. He cupped his face and took Romeo's mouth in his with a wet kiss, tongues enveloping one another before starting to thrust in lithe motions. Romeo scrambled to hold him close, nails digging into his biceps and the taunt muscles of his broad back. He felt strung tight. He could only spread his legs wider as he was speared on his dick. He was grateful for his preparation, his cock moving in and out with great ease despit the slight discomfort. That would be an always when your man had a big dick. The man with said big dick was picking up the pace, eliciting sweet moans of pleasure and pain from the man beneath him.
"Oh sh- sh- i- it!", Romeo hissed softly, his walls clenching around him everytime he drove in deep and drew back. He cried as he pulled out halfway, digging his nails into the boxer's biceps as he was being rammed at a growing pace. "Sh- shit! D- daddy—!", his call died out with a choke as Florian gave him one harsh pump. "Ah! Mmph-"
Large hands found his hips and kept him still as he moved in and out of him. Each thrust was just as if not deeper than the last, sinking into him completely, his neatly trimmed public hairs providing a rough sensation against his pussy. Even his dick could give him beard burn.
Romeo had no idea how much time had past, the only markings of the passage of time being Florians progressively deteriorating English and the overwhelming sense of 'too much' coursing through his body from his core to the tips of his toes.
Then he had completely dissolved to the pleasure and a scream tore from his throat as he came, back arching as his orgasm coursed through him.
"D- daaa- dddyyy fuck!", Romeo screamed to the ceiling, the force of his orgasm forcing him away from his cock. He scrambled to get away from Florian and his invasive cock, but then he was flipped into his hands and knees.
He mewled as his chest met the bed, fighting against him before a heavy hand came down on on his ass. He could feel his cum sliding down that had slid down his buttcrack and his hole twitched. He wasn't done with him yet
A callous finger carded over his lathered pucker making Romeo tense, "N- nuh uh!", he whimpered, weakly shaking his head only to arch his back as Florian breached his rim. He was worse than Jack Horner in the movie they'd went to see the other day. He couldn't even fight back as his thumb dragged against his inner walls. He sunk in deep past his knuckle joint, twisting and curving his digit in a way that had Romeo's skin crawling. Florian easily found his prostate, smirking wickedly when Romeo cried out.
He lurched violently on his cock when his thumb found his swollen button, and the rough pad of his thumb rubbed it violently. This coupled with the other still massaging his clit made him moan into the sheets, burying his face in them as Florian took from him what he wanted
He couldn't even think about his dress, knowing it would be unsalvagable from Florian's gripping and tugging; not to mention the mess of spit, cum, sweat and lube making the soft fabric damp and clingy.
When he came, so did Florian, moaning Romeo's name out like he knew he liked. Cunt thoroughly ravaged as promised, he didn't fight as his eyelids fell heavy, the last thing he recalled being Florian's lips and rough speech as the world went black.
Hi ebony! I recently found you from wattpad. Thank you so much for the stories you write. It's so difficult finding stories with Black people in general being more feminine. I love your work! 💕
Howdy 🤠 sorry for the late rreply. Thank you for the kudos, I really appreciate it. I kinda hate how little variety they have (don't even get me started on the search engine). Thank you and stay weird ♥
Hi I hope this isn’t being rude or too forward but are you planning to write a part 2 for any of the stories or Leo them as one shots?
Thanks in advance!
I do the occasional sequel if requested. I have one in draft rn (I'm screwballing rn 😅), but if you have a request or prompt for a new or existing oneshot hmu! I love to Har from you guys!
what with all this talk of fanfic and ai and feeding other people's work without permission into ai programmes to 'finish' a fanfic or whatever... it's just showing how people see fic as 'content'? a fanfic as something mass-produced and official, something to consume at a distance and then talk about in a vacuum? something to use for your own purposes and something over which you have a claim?
fanfic is written by fans like you. written out of love and passion and a lot of effort and hard work, so that the author can share their enthusiasm for the characters and stories with other fans. like you. they aren't these untouchable, faceless people above you – they're your peers. gifsets, fanart, fanfic – they're all made by your peers. mutuals. friends.
if you want to know more about the fic, talk to the author! so many fic writers leave their socials in the end notes of their fics – talk to them! they're not going to be affronted or judgemental. chances are, they're going to be over the moon that you like their work and want to engage and discuss the characters and the themes etc. they made you happy with their fic, and you would be making them so happy in return! (and what does a happy writer do? write more!)
as a fic writer, I made one of my closest tumblr friends because she read my fic and left a really nice comment, and then we got talking and brainstorming loads of headcanons and fic ideas together! fic writers want to talk! if you enjoy someone's presence and contributions in a fandom, let them know!
and for the love of all that is good, don't feed someone's hard work into an ai programme!!! whether you post it (which is just horrible tbh) is beside the point – you're facilitating the plagiarism of their fic!
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