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your vampire hunter d stuff has inspired me to create my own stuff for D... pls keep writing!! we need more D x black fem reader!!! :D
Thank you! I can't express how much I'm down bad for that man. Please write your creations. I would love to read them and hope my fics continue to inspire you 💚.
2 Kisses and 1 Present - Day 14
D x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: The many ways that D shows his love, the other times when he actually says them.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Tags/cw: fluff, humor, slight yearning?, D having complications, Lefty being Lefty, slow burn?, Platonic? (Who knows), etc..
Songs:
Pyramids pt. 2 by Frank Ocean
My Lover by Niko Vieilleame
Does She by Sa Deuce (My fav r&b duo)
D never knew how he got here. Wrapped in your arms as he rested against you. The sun barricaded by the black out curtains in your room. The sunlight sickness was very bad this time. Lefty haven told him over and over again to get into cooler terrain. Of course he wouldn’t listen. Always trying to do things his way. It didn’t take long before his body gave out right at the start of a path towards your place. That’s how you two met. An encounter that would change his interest for the better.
You heard the thud from inside of your kitchen. In fact you happened to see the brooding man fall. Placing the spoon in your hand down onto the counter, you went outside. The creak of the wooden door caught the attention to the ears of both Lefty and D. You stepped off of the porch. The sun beaming down on you heavily. The groaning of wood and grass rustling audible as you approached the man carefully.
Bending over you carefully got a good look at him. He seemed to be asleep? But still conscious. You nearly jumped out of your skin when his left hand moved. What made it even more terrifying was the palm was talking.
“Hey, can we get a bit of help here. The guy doesn’t like to listen.”
You sat on the ground and reached for his hand, cautious but curious, holding it up slightly as you looked at Lefty.
“What happened?” You asked.
“Sun sickness. He’s been out in the sun for too long. You mind dragging us to the shade on the side of your house?”
You turned to look at the amount of shade there, then back at the hand. D groaned lowly which caught your attention. His eyes were open now, staring directly up at yours. Your eyes traveled as you got a good look at him. Pale skin and youthfulness. It was a tell tale sign. A dhampir.
“I don’t think leaving you out here would be benefitting. You can stay inside. My couch is better than the rough ground.” Lefty snickered as you stood up. He spouted teasing comments and jabs at the weakened man as you pulled his heavy body along.
“See what happens when you ignore personal problems?” If he could, he’d squeeze his hand to shut Lefty’s mouth. As you brought his heavy body inside. A hard job for you. You struggled to get him onto the couch. With trial and many errors, you got him situated. You closed all of the curtains in the room, turning the space into a cool box.
With the release of a breath you went back outside to grab his saddle and hat. Placing both by the door. The hat on the hanger and the saddle by a small closet for coats and umbrellas. You went back to tie the horse up.
Sweating now, you close the door behind you, locking it before walking over towards the couch. Dropping down beside him, you take some of the debris out of his hair. Reaching over you grab the blanket off the back of the couch, covering him as best as you could. He seemed complacent in that moment. His eyes scanning you as you move behind an opened door of another room.
“How long does it take for your body to regulate again?” You asked as you brought out a large fan. When he didn’t answer, you heard muffled words from underneath blanket.
“Six hours.” Plugging the cord into the circuit, you set the fan right beside him. Going back towards the kitchen, you grab the biggest bowl you had. Filling it with cold water, you bring it back into the living room, placing it down in front of the fan. Adjusting the settings, you put it on medium blast.
“This should. Let me know if I need to turn it up.”
You left the living room. Heading back into the kitchen to finish what you were doing. The scent of food escaped from the kitchen. Every hour or so, you would check up on the man. He was quite comfortable, though he hasn’t spoken a word since your help. It wasn’t long before he was sitting up. Stretching his limbs before pulling the blanket off of him.
You had stepped out with a hot plate of food in your hands. Pausing at the frame when you saw him up and moving.
“Figured you’d be hungry after that.”
The memory of that day filled his mind as he laid against you. You standing there holding a hot plate of steaming food. He did not have to eat it. Truly, But he did anyway. You stared down at him. Your hand slowly dragging your fingers through his long unkept waves. The curtains traveled back and forth as the fan hummed. He barely spoke. Most of the time you’d get a monotone sentence, but that was just how he was. A man of few words with loud actions. You playing through his hair, until you broke the comforting silence.
“It’s been six hours…” You let go a strand before letting your thumb caress his cheek, his skin slightly cold to the touch. His eyes fluttered as his head shifted. His face moving to let his nose rub against the touch. Your scent filling his very being. Not a word spoken. Yet, his body stayed where it wanted, against you. His thoughts still on the past events that have occurred between you both.
Every few years, after a mission, he would make his way back up that same hill where your house stood. His horse automatically going towards the stable to rest with the others. Enjoying the hay and the cool weather. He never announced himself, but you knew his presence when you felt it. His hat coming off and placed in the exact same spot you’ve placed it many, many times.
That’s what these moments became. A small flicker of him filling your space. He accepted anything you offered. Food, coffee, alcohol, etc.. At times, he’d follow with laying on you. Nothing emotionally comforting, but something grounding. Even outside of the sun sickness. It started to become a natural behavior of his. Whether you were listening to the radio on the table, to even when you were reading. That was just how he showed his appreciation, or in your eyes affection.
Then came the small touches. A kiss to the hand, any form or way. A steady hand on your lower back. Currently it has developed to kissing? Nothing too special, but yeah. It happened on a snowy night. The blankets of white covering the yard in patches by the minute. You were tending to the his cyborg horse, calling it Steed for a name. D, only a few feet away, shoveled the pathway clean.
Before the strong winds could follow through, you made your way inside. Taking the scarf and boots off by the door. You watched from the window until he finished the task. He came back up the hill, shovel in hand, and his hair flowing gracefully in the cold, strong breeze. Placing the object back in its place, in the shed, he made his way back inside. He discarded the scarf you gave to him as a gift, placing in over his hat before deconstructing into more comforting attire.
It wasn’t long before you joined him. Two mugs in hand. The scent a cocoa and blood plasm capsules in one. Taking a seat beside him on the couch, you held out the cup towards him.
“Thank you.” Taking a sip from your own, you watched the subtle changes in his posture. He relaxed more. Especially, whenever he was near you. You noticed the small flakes of ice crystals melting in his hair. The way his eyes lower just a tad.
“So, no one is going to share?” You looked at Lefty. The hand becoming more of a match maker than an actual parasite. A smiled tugged at your lips as you laughed softly.
“You can eat and drink?” You asked.
“Of course I can. I have a face for a reason lady.” You laughed at his deadpan comment and watch as D squeezed the so called “annoying parasite” mouth shut. To make it even worse, you actually got a smaller mug, filled it with the same substance, before placing it in front of him on the coffee table. You watched in amusement as Lefty scurried towards the cup. You found humor in D’s emotionless expression, or what was actually underneath it. A crack in his aloof face.
As night hit, his hand had shut up instantly. Full of cocoa and milk. You were already in bed, when the door slightly opened. You looked up from your book, seeing his looming figure standing there in the dark hallway. You raised an eyebrow at him. The candle light by the bedside flickering gently from the fan.
“You need something, D?” You asked. He eyes moved over to the other side of your bed. You closed the book, setting it aside before allowing him in. He closed the bedroom door behind himself, before joining you. His weight dipping the mattress before his head moved to lay against your chest. This time was different, you could tell.
his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together. The contrast between you two was striking. Light to dark. Human to half human. Tall to short. Almost opposites. Your fingers were already touching his hair. A familiar thing he’s become accustomed to.
“You could’ve stated that you wanted to join me, you know?”
“I know..” He said. Voice lower but still emotionless in a way.
He turned his face up. His nose grazing against your nape softly. He could smell the sweet scent from you. His eyes adjusting to see your veins. You saw the change in his eyes. Red then back to their usual color. Your heart rate did pick up. He sensed it. You saw the quiver in his lips. The urges to bite, but restricted. He deliberately turn his face inward. Practically drowning in you, until you felt the soft touch of cold warmth. A kiss. Not a bite. Right there at the nape of your neck.
That alone almost broke his resolve. The groan that came afterward against your skin, sent a chill down your spine. A first, just a peak through that wall he held up. Then it happened again. The same way. The candle light going dead from the cool air coming from the window. Hands woven together like his lips against yours. A small peck that spoke volumes. It’s been ten years now. He still had that youthfulness to him, but you did as well. A few years shown through the seasons.
Yet, on another afternoon. As you tended to Steed, he approached. Hat covering just a fraction of his beautiful face. You stopped what you were doing to give him your attention. You looked at the small box in his hands. Lefty quiet for once in his life.
“Eternity can not explain why I come back here, but…,” He offered the box to you.
“It’s made me realize the comfort you bring me.”
You looked at the box in your hands. A Victorian style. Something rare in these times. Intricate black designs covering it completely. Hand crafted at best. Flipping the small latch, it pops open. Inside, sat a sapphire necklace. An almost replica of the one he wore. Smaller in size, but none of the less beautiful. You smiled at the gift. His eyes watching your reaction quietly.
“You have sweet way of saying I love you.” You said with a short chuckle. If color could show, without a doubt he would blush. You took the necklace out, to which he helped you put it on. His touch lingered on the back of your neck before pulling away. You finished tending to Steed before you both went inside.
Happy Holidays and enjoy 💚
Credits to @cursed-carmine for the dividers/headers!!!
Sweet Treat - Day 13
Spike Spiegel x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: Spike eats a lot of things. A LOT. But, which is his favorite?
Sit back, relax, and try a new snack 🧡
Tags/cw: 18+, mdni, riding, face sitting, sweet talk, pussy drunk Spike, slight window sex?, lots of licking and spit, nasty slop, messy and wet, p play, throat pie, etc..
Songs:
Grab It by Toxic Chemistry
Back to Sleep (Megamix) by Chris Brown and More
I’ll Do Anything by Ginuwine
He never thought he'd fall in love again. But his eyes spoke more than any smart ass comment he could make. Since the day he ran into you, he couldnt stay away. It's been days, weeks, since he's been back to Mars. His last intimate encounter was playing on repeat in his head. From your moans to the way you'd look at him. Now back on the Bebop ship and slumped back on the couch. He tilts his back against the old fabric. A mere grin on his lips as he snorts.
Staring up at the ceiling, smoke emitted from the lit end of his cigarette. He wondered if he should go back, to see you. But he knew that you’d be at his throat for leaving again.
"Oh, what the hell." He muttered. Finishing his cigarette, he leans up to stub it out on an empty bear can.
With you, you knew he'd leave again. It was always like that between you two. Spike wasn't one to stay in one place at a time. Although, it did ease your mind a bit that he thought enough to visit. He always came back to you. As much as he was acting aloof, you knew he cared. If he didn't, he wouldn't come crawling back. Sometimes, you wondered what went through that head of his.
Like any other night, you spent it alone. Having ate dinner and gotten ready for bed. It didn’t take long for you to escape the world. What felt like minutes to you were only hours to him. There, he stood on the other side of your apartment door. Cigarette in his mouth, dangling, he knew you were already asleep. Of course, he didn't care. Not when it came to you. Staring at the wooden door, he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Let's get this over with." He muttered. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he rubbed the back of his neck before reaching to knock. The solid knocks echoed in the hallway before the door slid open. The exhaustion in your eyes there. You looked delicate as usual in his eyes.
Before you knew it, they door was closed and locked behind him. His lips on yours within minutes. You didn’t have time to process or to pull away. Melting instantly. The buttons on his suit were tore open by your hands while his hands pushed the straps down off of your shoulders. As you walked back, your back hit the glass doors behind you. Showing the city below.
Dropping to his knees, his lips move along. From your collarbone, down your sternum, and lower. Your left hand in his soft curls pushing him there. The fabric pooling around your waist, falling around your feet from the tug of his hands. His suit completely open. Showing the tanned skin beneath. He pressed his tongue right where you needed it most. Working through your wet lips before trailing up to suck your little bud. Your hands clutching at the curtains, tugging them to hold your body up as his head snuggled between your thighs. Tongue circling around, flicking against you.
“J.. Just like that, baby.” It didn’t take long for him to have you creaming on his face. Your legs going weak, to which he took advantage of. Pulling back just enough to laying back against the carpet, guiding you by the hips to sit on his face. Your fingers going straight to his curls, tugging, eyes slightly fluttering in bliss as grunted underneath you. The sloppy kisses and licks matching the mess he so dearly craved from between your thighs. Rolling your hips slowly, back then forth, then back again. His eyes rolling back as he savors the taste of your essence sliding all over his face. The tent in his unbuttoned pants straining painfully.
Trembling above him, your second climax making you weak in the knees. The taste of you was already making his brain foggy. It’s been a while since you’ve had him like this. Riding through your high, you come to a stop. Moving off of him, you saw the sight. Moonlight showing the glistening of his lips and chin. Some on the tip of his nose.
“F-F-Fuck, ugh. You’re still sweet as ever.” He gasped out. Positioning your body right on top of his, hands on either side of his head. you lean down. Lips on his, sharing the taste of you with him. A low moan erupted from his throat as the kiss turned deeply nasty. Saliva and cum passing between the both of you. His hands reaching up to steady you by the waist, before roaming down to rub and squeeze the softness of your ass. A reaction only met by you rocking your hips against his. Your pussy leaving a wet spot on the through the fabric of his pants.
“I need more of you.”
“Need me bad? Yeah?” You whispered against his lips before moving yours down to suck that spot behind his ear.
“Yeah… Yeah baby I do.” Your lips moved from his neck to his jaw then back up to his lips. A deep, long kiss before you got up off of him. Getting up as well, he was already getting rid of the of his clothing. Dick springing free from the confines of his underwear. Leaning back against the living room couch, you licked your lips. Already lying back. Your head on the armrest.
Moving to stand above you, he stroked himself. Once. Twice. Three times before slapping the head against your already swollen lips.
“Open up, sugar.” He muttered. He hissed slightly at the warmth of your mouth surround the tip. Your tongue lolling around the slit. Inch by inch, he feed more of it to you. Causing you to slightly gag when he was already hitting the back of your throat.
“Come on, You can take the rest.” He mouth fell open when you took the rest. the contraction of your throat working around him, choking as he settle there.
“Mn-mn, give me that throat. Don’t choke baby. Don’t choke. Just swallow.” He slid out slowly before slipping back in fully. Spit and pre-cum already forming on your lips. He built up a rhythm. Fucking your mouth as you moaned.
“Mmmm… mmhmmm…”
“Yeah…? Just like that. Swallow that dick. M-Mmm, fuuuck—“ He brows knitted together. His hand around your neck, caressing it like it’s the best flashlight he’s had in a while. His other hand reaching down to pinch and pull at your nipples. Massaging the soft weight of your tits. He kept his pace controlled, trying to at this point. Your mouth just felt too damn good.
Sweat was starting to cover his skin and yours. The thin sheen making the sight of you beneath him more appealing. Reaching down with your own hands. Your middle finger and ring finger began to rub your still slick clit. The bud sensitive from two past orgasms. The sight had him twitch. He was close already. Keeping the pace the same but thrusting harder. Spit dripping down your face and chin. While still holding your throat in one hand, he removed the other. Coating his own fingers, before leaning over to replace your fingers with his own.
Your eyes rolled back. The dual stimulation causing your mind to check out. His hips stutter. A few more thrusts before holding his dick deep down your throat. Ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum being pumped down your throat. Forcing you to swallow most of it. He held you there as he came. his fingers working in overtime on your clit. Making your legs tremble. Thighs being held open by his other hand, the one removed from holding your neck.
“There ya go. Make ‘er drool for me.” His fingers rubbed and rubbed. Left to right. Right to left, before slapping the swollen nub. Your body jerked as he slipped his fingers inside. Finding that spongey spot instantly. His fingers rapidly moving in a come here motion, causing you to squirt. Your body convulsing and quivering as he milked you out. Leaving you wet and messy.
Slipping out of your mouth a few minutes later with a wet pop, dick now limp and soft. You took deep breaths, coughing to gather yourself. You both took a minute to calm down. Afterwards, he slipped his arms underneath your knees and lower back. Ending the night with sharing a long shower and sweet aftercare.
With your head on his chest. Sound asleep against him. He stares up at the familiar patterns on your ceiling. His hand rubbing soothingly on your side. He needed to be out by tomorrow evening, but one thing was for certain. God. He could never get over the sweet taste of you on his lips.
Happy Holidays 🧡. Enjoy!!!
Credits to @cursed-carmine for dividers/headers.
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
You guys fucking derailed the story.
Beach relaxation with aang
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Hood Life Chronicles 2 - Beast
Material Handler! Zoro x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: He's good with handling materials. Always has been. What to do when he can't handle you? Let him figure it out.
Sit back, relax, and you might need a snack?
Tags/cw: 18+, mdni, p in v, pussy eating, heavy dirty talk, etc..
Songs:
Good Enough by AV
Girls Like You by Tone Stilth
Do U? By Do or Die
Exchange by Bryson Tiller (plus the instrumental)
All We Do by Trey Songz (Instrumental)
Zoro was always up to something. Weather it was his job, or out drinking with some of his friends. Working long hours at the warehouse was his norm.
Home was home. A place he kept uptight as best as he could. With a beer in hand, he rubbed the back of his head as he stood there over the dining room table. His eyes stared at the beautiful handwritten note there. Intricate in his eyes.
His mind swirled with thoughts of the woman whom he met at the bar earlier that night. You, in simple work attire that suited your frame. If he had to guess, you had to be a secretary or a company worker. He stared at the ten digits for a moment longer.
You were a delight to talk to. Even better to look at. With an exhaled breath, he took a swig before placing the glass bottle right beside the smaller paper. Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, he unlocked the screen. Adding your name to his contacts, he turns the phone off before picking the bottle back up.
It was late, and he had work in the morning. Placing the half empty beer bottle into his fridge, he switched the lights off and headed to bed, leaving the small paper there in darkness.
On the other side of town, you lay in bed with the thought of the man you met that night. You couldn't quite understand why you gave him your number. Maybe it was out of curiosity? Might have been interested. Who knows. You did think he was handsome. Even with the moss color of his hair to his blunt vague words.
You were actually kinda hoping he'd reach out. However, there was a little bit of doubt on the other side of that. You dismissed the thought before leaning over in bed. Pulling the small cord on your lamp, darkness fills the room.
It took a few days before he reached out. A Saturday night. Rain pouring down outside, giving the city a reflection of itself. A simple "hey".
You responded back almost immediately. Before you knew it, you both ended up texting all night. Not literally, but long enough to see the time pass by. You both talked about nothing and something at the time. What started as uncertain quickly transformed into depth.
Every chance you both got, there was always a text. Then, it led to phone calls. You'd laugh at his humor, and he'd snorted at your feedback. Just hearing each other's voices made the night soothing for the both of you. This went on for weeks. Until the connection developed in person.
Drinks at the bar? He'd pay. Nightly walks afterward? Yep. Visits? You both were working on it. He figured you'd both have to pick the time and day. It came sooner than you thought. Zoro, there, with his form of a gift. Homemade onigiri.
The redness in his cheeks gave him away like always.
"For you. Here." Handing you the plate wrapped in aluminum foil. You smiled.
"I didn't know you were a cook." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he gave a slight frown. One you could read as his form of a pout.
"I'm not. It's just somethin' I can sometimes do." Laughing, you let him inside. Taking in your space, he noted how comforting it was. It was so.. you. He thought it matched your personality perfectly.
"Nice place." He said as he toed his shoes off by the door.
"Thanks. Make yourself at home." You took the plate into the kitchen. Zoro, following you and not far behind. Placing the plate down, you took the foil off. Seeing six small ones there, you picked one up.
"Do they taste as good as they look?" Your question is a sweet sly remark. Grey eyes narrow before the sound of a deep chuckle leaves him.
"Well?" At this point, his arms were crossed over his chest as he waited. You took a bite, the rice and tuna hitting you at once. Not bad, but not good either. Covering your mouth, you chew.
"Not bad." Raising an eyebrow, he loosened up a bit. His arms falling to his sides as he leaned against the counter.
"Really?" When you nodded as you at the rest, the plate was pushed towards him. He eyed the plate.
"Wanna share?" You had already grabbed another. Four left sitting. Reaching for one, he shared the plate with you. Chatter filled the room. Your laughs and his. You both finished the plate, returning it later after washing it.
As you talked about your interests, you found his attention nice. Too nice at that. He just let you talk and talk and talk. You were starting to wonder if he was becoming bored.
"Why'd ya stop? M'still listenin'." At this point, you two were comfortable. Relaxing on your couch as silence filled the room.
"I've been talking for the past hour."
"And?"
"And you're not bored of it? Like at all?" You asked.
"No. So continue."
This became a regular. Late night talks at your place. Of course you would have them at his, but you preferred for him to come over to you. Something about hearing him say "Wait for me there." Made your heart beat a little faster.
The relationship was developing fast. From nicknames to cuddling to touching. He always looked forward to stopping by or staying the night. Nothing better than having his face buried into your cleavage as he talked about his day. If he was lucky at times, a kiss was always given to him.
It didn't take long before your first time together. Drinking at the bar led to you both making unprotected decisions. Raw, steamy sex in his truck behind the bar. Windows fogged, and the area filled with grunts and soft moans.
And right now, that's where you are about to be at this point. You'd been ignoring him for a few days. The reason? The accident. It caused him to have a scar over his left eye now. Concerned about it, you were. You even helped him heal it up. But you noticed how it complimented his face more whenever you FaceTimed each other.
Material Handler or not, it gave him more appeal to you. Very much appeal. So, of course, you blank out during the FaceTime calls. If anything, you'd probably be all over him if he came by any time soon. Oh, how the lucky stars shined down on the opportunity.
His hands were made for work, and so was his tongue. With you on your back on the bed, a leg lifted in his rough hand, and a pillow beneath your hips. You, trapped in the perfect position for his tongue to explore.
He had figured it out long ago. The extra long stares. The lazy drag of your finger there and with his earrings, whenever he was asleep beside you. The way you’d touch his tanned skin whenever you were laying on top of him. There was even that time he secretly caught you touching yourself to the thought of him. A secret he would not dare tell you.
Many orgasms down, and your body couldn't handle the next. His marks, becoming more prominent in the dimly lit light of your bedroom as he adds another one to the collection. What started as a simple conversation led to hunger and...
"Z-Zo— Wait, Mnh…"
The desperation in your voice filling his ears. Like it was the best song he has heard over and over again. From the physical exertion he was putting into your body to the furniture rattling around the room. Each thrust making your legs wobble in that way he knew was spot on. His one good eye enjoying the view below him. Warm puffs of air leaving his part lips, swollen slightly from your kisses and bites. He was too into it. Loving how you moaned so sweetly for him.
His nails digging into the soft flesh of your hip and thigh. His head turning slightly to place a kiss on your ankle as he kept that same pace. Deep. Hard. The groan he let out from his chest vibrated against your skin. A sigh that you were squeezing him deliciously.
“Easy, baby…” A grunt followed afterwards. His large hand rubbing your thigh as he held it against his chest. His other hand moving from your hip down to the swollen bud he abused during tongue foreplay. His thumb rubbing tight circles in contrast to the dick he was giving you.
“Let that pretty pussy take what she needs…” Only when you were close again did you began to run, actually trying to scoot away. He breathed out an amused chuckle before pulling you back. His hands keeping you there at the edge.
“N-No more~, I can’t—, m-mmm, ugnnn…”
“Nah, don’t run. Lemme hit that spot…”
Your trembling body and voice filled the room again. Tears welling up in your beautiful eyes as he fucked you into the mattress. He adjusted the angle. His hips slapping against yours. His thumb going back to rub circles as your stomach caved. Hitting that sponge spot just right.
“There it is…”
That familiar tightness pulled at you. Your eyes rolling back as tears streaked down your face.
“Mmmmh, O.. Oh!… Aghh~”
“Z.. Zorooo~”
“I hear ya, baby… F-F-Fuuuuck… Thaaat’s it, ma..” The pressure kept rising as you tried to hold out back as best as you could. However, your body was losing its control. You legs shaking in his grip, your lips apart, and the incoherent moans and whimpers leaving your mouth. He was not far behind. The way you tightened around him like you were wanting more. Sucking him in so good. The slick cream ring forming at the base as he beat your guts in. You sounded absolutely ruined now.
“Just let go ma… Keep cryin’ for me. Give me that nut, baby… soak this dick..”
The crack in your voice was the braking point. Zoro let out a throaty moan as your pussy spasmed and flooded around him. He groaned deeply, pulling out in time to cum on your stomach and clit.
“S-Shiiit~”
He managed to catch himself before collapsing right on top of you. Your bodies glistening with sweat and the scent of each other as you laid together. He made sure to keep most of his weight off of you. You didn’t mind it. As you both simmered down in the afterglow, he nuzzled his face against your neck. His earrings dangling lightly agaisnt your shoulder.
“You should’ve told me what was up.” He murmured against you. You panted a few more times before responding.
“Would the sex be the same if I did?” You felt the snort he made as he laughed against you. You chuckled as well. A few minutes had passed before he got up to clean you up. You were satiated as you scrolled through your phone. Your arms trembled ever so often. A reminder of what he did. Maybe you liked a bit of miscommunication. the kind where he wouldn’t speak up about it, but to physically fix it himself.
AN: Sorry for the hiatus. I took some time for myself. Happy Pride and Juneteenth. Enjoy 💚
Credits to @omi-resources for the header/dividers.
Drawing adult aang…my hand btw
Can I request some computer themed turquoise and lime green dividers, if it's okay?
Hi^^ anonnie! I did some 90's computer stuff. Hope it works for you!
Retro-Style Desktop
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I can’t make up my mind, so who do y’all want me to write about next for the HLC?
Eren (aot)
Jabber (Gachiakuta)
Aran (Haikyu!)
Tanaka (Haikyu!)
Zoro (OP)
Sanji (OP)
Connie (aot)
Akaza (DS)
Black Goku (DBZ)
Jan (Hellsing)
Renji (Bleach)
Ichigo (Bleach)
I do plan on doing them all, just a few at a time. 😭😭
◦˚~ MAROON DIVIDERS ~˚◦
Requested by: anonymous Info: these were all made by me. please reblog/like if use!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐵𝐿𝒜𝒞𝒦 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
The diversity and representation you’re looking for already exists. Instead of complaining that authors aren't catering to your exact standards, put that effort into finding and lifting up the creators who are actually doing wonders with their craft!
Pairing Key
Anime | TV show/movie | K-pop | Video games | OCs /Original works | Comics
No Symbol: The author exclusively writes M x F (Male x Fem!Reader) or their stories feature OCs (Original Characters) with fixed genders.
☁️: Gender Neutral Reader
💌: queer fiction (wlw, mlm, etc)
🤎: All of the above (including mxf)
🌬𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
[Category: Fluff, Domesticity, & Pure Tenderness]
For the tender love, the awkward meets, and the pure adoration we’re told is rare. No struggle, just sweetness
Featured Authors:
@iamaslutfor3dman - only writes fluff and angst. If you like Ryomen Sukuna, you are in for a treeat. ☆
Masterlist
@kajismp3 - writes incredible fluff and angst—no smut! I'm always left with a warm feeling after reading her stories. Her work is wonderful. ☆
Masterlist
@moralisist - writes exclusively SFW fluff. Her work is incredibly sweet and highly recommended if you're looking for something wholesome! ☆
Masterlist Story rec 1
@mrs-livvy - You have to check out her masterlist. She’s got stories for Tyriq Withers, M’Baku, MBJ, Henry Cavill, and more. They’re mostly multi-chapter series, so get ready—it’s a total journey. ☆
Masterlist
🤎@mtcloudsworld - has a good bit of fluff, mainly smut for the DC fandoms. The way she writes sensory details is *chefs kiss <3 ☆☆
Story rec 1 Story rec 2 Story rec 3
@pinkhoodi - is a truly versatile creator, offering everything from fluff and angst to crack hcs and SMAUs. She has moodboards paired with headcanons for both characters and Reader archetypes—like a Pop Princess Reader. ☆☆
Masterlist Story 1
@s0urw00lf - has lots of fics for Supernatural, Teen Wolf, TVD, etc. I loooove her Sam x reader fics. ☆
Story rec 1 Story rec 2
@usoppshoneydew is pretty much exclusively black reader fluff fics for Marvel and Call Of Duty!! She has a lot of good stuff. Her works with Simon are my favorite. ☆☆
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🥀𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝐼: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐓-𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇
[Category: Angst, Mixed Emotions, & Melancholy]
For when you want to feel something raw. Angst that varies and stays with you long after you close the tab.
Featured Authors:
@krys4h - pretty much falls under anything, but her angst stories are amazing and one of a kind. HER WORK STAYS ON MY MIND FOR WEEKS AFTER I READ IT. ☆
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@alaiasole - Falls under other categories as well, but her multiple part stories and angst one-shots are amazing. ☆
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🗺 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝐼𝐼: 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄
[Category: High-Concept AUs, Folklore, & Fairytales]
Out of the box plots, folklore, and fairytales. Think high-fantasy world-building where Black women are the center of the myth.
Featured Authors:
@neighbourscat - Another extremely versatile creator. She has amazing fluff, smut, and aus (like fallen entertainment idol!tyriq withers x tech balancer!blackfem!reader, or bestfriend from overseas!tyriq withers x royal descendant!blackfem!reader. If you’re looking for content that feels unique and high-effort, she’s exactly where you need to be. ☆☆☆
Story rec 1 Story rec 2 Story rec 3
@raggycookie - Her Vampire!Eren fic is amazing—the dacryphilia and exhibitionism elements are handled so well, and the chemistry is explosive. It’s unique, it’s intense. ☆
Story rec 1
@otakufilms did an apocalyptic sci-fi fic with Ony!! Her work is consistently incredible. 10/10, highly recommend. ☆
Story rec 1
@zensei8 - is extremely creative. Think big bad wolf!sukuna x little red!reader. Incredible world-building and fairytale reimagining. ☆
Masterlist
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🌶 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝒱: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭
[Tender & Creative Smut]
This is for the well-written and creative fics that actually have plot/story to go with the freaky stuff.
Featured Authors:
@blkkizzat - She crafts rough, otherworldly smut that pulls you in, but it’s the storytelling that keeps you there. Her mini-series are god sent. ☆
Masterlist
@k0niiii-blog you'll find fluff, angst, and smut. Her stories are not centered on sex, and they all have great depth to them. So you'll find plot, emotional intensity, etc. ☆☆
Masterlist
@otakufilms - Her works are a beautiful blend of grit and domesticity—written with such warmth they’ll make your heart ache in the best way possible. From her earliest pieces to her newest, everything she touches is a masterpiece. ☆
Masterlist Story rec 1
@shawtuzi - The smut is top-notch, but you'll stay for the way she makes you fall in love with the character's personalities. ☆☆
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𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝒱: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜
[Horror, Psychological Thrillers, & Taboo]
These writers handle psychological thrills, haunting atmospheres, taboo dynamics, and Southern Gothic themes.
Featured Authors:
@amourflores - Her library is still in the making, but keep a close eye on her; she’s working on greatness!!
incoming...
🤎@liliacsdelight - I do this genre justice. ☆☆☆☆
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@loonatears - Her dark content library is still in the making, but she has amazing angst and smut for DC. ☆☆☆
Story rec 1
@tojisteddy - Featuring tropes like daddy kinks and fauxcest. The Simon Riley and Toji Fushiguro girls are well fed over there! ☆☆☆
Masterlist
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💮 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝒱𝐼: 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐞-𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
[Gritty & Edgy Erotica]
This is for the creators who write. brain-chemistry-altering smut. Whether it’s minimal to no plot, or character-driven intensity, these authors deliver. It's not your average smut!
@2neaky - Her descriptions are so visceral and detailed, you’ll forget you’re even reading. Her work is truly on another level... it’s just so good 😣. FEMDOM AND SWITCH DYNAMICS>>. ☆☆☆
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@chrollohearttags - Writes the kind of smut that lives in your head. You’ll re-read it all day, and dream about it at night. ☆
Masterlist Story rec 1
🤎@h3avenlyglory - Another amazing writer. She has a variety of fics on her account. Her masterlist is a goldmine. I love you heavenly. ☆☆☆☆☆
Story rec 1 Story rec 2
@jazzthatonewriterchick - Writes a bit of everything tbh. The tension she builds is so thick—and when it snaps?? 10S ACROSS THE BOARD. ☆
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@jjdaddywrites18 - Quality over quantity. Every piece she drops is great. She balances soft, sugary fluff with top-tier spice. ☆
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@ridingreeves - Incredibly intense. Her writing creates a physical tension that lasts from the first sentence to the very last (it be throbbing the entire time while reading). ☆
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@st4rbwrry - Her one-shots are written perfection, delivering exactly what you need in every genre imaginable. ☆
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@tojiseviltwin - She writes for multiple fandoms. Has great fluff too! Every fic will leave you giggling and kicking your feet. ☆
Masterlist
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Masterlist Disclaimer & Notes
I am constantly updating it and adding more creators. While I’ve gathered these names to celebrate the community, I haven’t thoroughly read every single piece of work by every author listed, which leads me to my next points.
Categorization: Authors are placed in categories based on what they seem to write the most or what they are best known for. Authors, if you’d like to be moved to a different category, please just dm me!
Featured Stories: For now, I have linked individual author masterlists or included 2–3 stories to get you started. Authors, if there is a specific story you’d rather have featured or if you want to swap a link, my dms are open.
You Should Know: This specific post is intended to highlight authors. I am currently working on a separate, massive Fic Rec Masterlist that will feature specific stories across all these categories and more!
This is just a small corner of the community. If you know a Black creator doing something unique, tag them below so I can check them out and add them to the list (please add what category they fit in)!
Disclaimer: No illegal or extremely taboo content/creators will be featured.
Thank you @krys4h!! You basically recommended half the list.
Neon dividers by the lovely @uzmacchiato
Hood Life Chronicles - Authentic
Sneaky link! Boss! Ony x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: When another man notices your worth. Of course it’s your good looking boss next door.
Relax back, get a snack, and relax.
Tags/cw: 18+, mdni, nasty talk, dirty talk, sneaking around, cheating?, crossover? Angst, etc..
Song:
Leave It In pt. 2 by Squirt Kelly
After another argument, you left to get some fresh air. A three year relationship down the drain because the guy couldn’t keep it in his pants. You took a few breathers as you watched from the balcony. Tanaka carrying his things out of your front door. A bag in each hand. You watched as he put everything into his car before he slid into the driver’s side. Going back inside, you locked the door. You made a mental note to change your locks the next day. More importantly, you had other things to worry about. Work specifically.
You were about to go get ready for bed when there was a knock on your door. You paused and stared at it. Only for a moment before going back towards it. Leaning against the wood, you peeped through the small hole. Seeing as it was your neighbor, you backed up before unlocking the door. When the door was wide enough, he gave a warm smile.
“Hey neighbor. You good over here?”
You saw the smile first and nodded. You really didn’t talk to the man like that. He was your boss after all. You noticed the missing shirt. Then the tats and the thing chain around his neck.
“Yeah. We didn’t disturb you with all that, right?”
Giving a slight “mn”, he tilted his head to the side.
“Maybe, you two were louder this time. Must have really done it this time.” You could tell that you in fact had disturbed his peace. Laughing awkwardly, antsy about that, you nodded.
“Yeah sorry for that.”
“Don’t be. About time you got rid of him. I was getting tired of his presence around the hood too.” You laughed at that. He saw that your shoulders started to relax. He glanced past you, seeing as it was past midnight.
“I should be getting back. You rest up good. You know it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”
Seeing as it was past that time as well, you groaned at the thought.
“Don’t remind me.” A chuckle, deep yet sweet came from within him.
“See you tomorrow.”
“You mean today.” He gave you another glance as a smirk graced his lips. You caught that. It was so subtly almost easy to miss.
“Yeah, today.” He turned and left. Walking down your porch and back next door. His hands in his black sweatpants. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You had to admit, Ony was fine as hell and a damn good boss. His life story a product of rags to riches. Tossing those thoughts out of your head, you make your way to bed.
Once back in bed, he stared at the ceiling. The fan spinning in the cool, dark room. He let his thought swim around in his head before he smiled. You had finally gotten rid of your ex. He saw this as an opportunity. He’s been wanting you since you started working for him. All he had to do was wait it out. Had hope that you be alone. Selfish of him, yeah, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was you were single now. Which also meant he could subtly get you. He already had a plan in mind. One that’s been building there in his mind over time.
The next day went smoother than you thought. You managed his schedule without many problems and distractions. Being an Executive Assistant for him could be tough at times. Especially when he was working on major projects to help the airport staff and guests. A long day it was, it not too bad than the others. You sat there at your desk, ready to go, when you noticed the small note beside your coffee mug.
Picking it up, you unfolded it before reading what it contain. “Check the cabinet behind you.” You looked at the note with confusion and thought. You checked the back, but nothing else was on it. Not even a name. You placed it back onto your desk before turning around and checking the cabinet above you. Once open, your eyes went wide as the biggest bouquet of red roses sat there.
You closed the small doors quick. Why? Because you thought you were just seeing things. Opening the doors again, slowly this time. There they were. Completely open now, you took them out. There were so many.
Ony watched from his hidden spot, outside of your office. He had a smile when you held the flowers, saw your expression, everything. He quietly but quickly made his exit. Leaving you there with the gift he left for you.
This became a recurring event in your everyday life. Once a week, every Friday, you’d receive flowers. You never who was the admirer. They never left a note, address, or even a name. Not even an initial. But that wasn’t the only thing you’ve notice. Ony, your neighbor and boss was becoming a part of your life. Sometimes he would join you for lunch breaks, other times you two would talk outside of work, His presence was becoming something special to you. It was almost like this was planned.
You knew something wasn’t right, couldn’t put your finger on it, and yet, you were becoming blinded by everything he did. He noticed things about you that no one did. He kept note of everything, everything. You were starting to like him and that’s when you got that one call. Tanaka. It didn’t take a lot for you to believe his lies and take him back. That’s when you noticed Ony more.
Instead of giving you distance, he pursued you more. He wanted you at any cost. Take any form of you if you’d just open your eyes. The man you needed was right there and instead you took the wrong one back. That had to change and fast.
Whenever Tanaka wasn’t around, he was there. Whenever you were alone in another room, he’d text you. Whenever you went to work, he was always there on your lunch break. The man had it bad. You were making this man work harder for something so precious. Your time, your gaze, all of it.
And like that, you were home alone. You and Tanaka got into another argument. He left. Going out with his friends. Probably to get his dick wet again. You should be mad, upset. But the only thing clouding your mind is Ony. You wondered if he heard you both. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. That familiar knock from your front door had you relax.
He knew you were home and allowed himself in.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah, I’m over here.”
Seeing as you were outside on the balcony, he took his shoes off before walking towards you. Before you knew it, his arms were around you. His chin settled on your shoulder.
“You good?” He asked. his voice a soft murmur.
“I’d be lying if I said yes.”
“That bad, huh?” He felt the nod you gave before he nuzzled his face against your neck. He took you in and released a breath. The warmth spread into you.
“You know.. I know it ain’t my business, but why did you get back with him?” He’s been wanting to ask you that for a minute.
“I don’t even know. To be honest.” You said.
“There must be a reason. You believed all that gibberish he told you.” He felt you tense up, until you relaxed in his embrace.
“Stupid of me. I know.”
“Yeah, very stupid.” He snorted when you smacked his arm.
“You don’t have to say it like that.” You pulled away, creating distance. He frowned, wanting to have you in his arms.
“You don’t like the truth, but someone has to say.” You scoffed at his words. Turning away from the nightly scenery to face him.
“And you have to?” He felt the tension starting to simmer off of you. Like he lit a flame and was about to start another fire. He didn’t want to argue with you, not his favorite person.
“Would you want someone else to say it? I ain’t trying to start anything with you.” When you didn’t have a comeback, he took that as a no. Which meant you’d listen to him. He closed the distance again. His hands reaching for your hips as he gazed down at you.
“However… I think one more dumb decision wouldn’t hurt.” His eyes said more than his words did. You two stared at one another as you deciphered the meaning behind his words.
“It… It was you, wasn’t it?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you pieced the events together. He gave a small smirk and nodded. His thumbs doing small circles against the fabric of your shorts.
“Always been me, ma.” His words confirmed everything for you. The nickname catching you off guard. You finally looked at him, like really looked at him. He’s always been there. Your day one the whole time. Lost in thought you didn’t register him leaning down. his lips almost brushing against your own.
“Took you long enough.” His brown eyes taking in your face as he spoke. Voice filled with rum and heat that could only describe a fraction of how it got you to melt. His lips pressing against the corner of yours. gentle and soft. The trigger that had you wanting more. One simple kiss turning into a night of fucking. You could barely hold yourself up against the railing as you both faced each other. Your leg raised and settled around his side. Each pull, each thrust making your legs shake. Your combined juices dripping down your thigh and onto the wooden floor below.
Your moans filling the night air as your phone rang inside. Tanaka’s contact picture showing up on the screen.
“You feel so good right there. Touching my spot sssso, —Ah!”
You gripped the railing before almost losing your balance. Catching you, he wraps your arms around his neck before hoisting you up into his arms. Perching you right at the edge of the balcony. His grunts and your whimpers united. Hearing you moan like that was so pretty to him. He moaned against your ear as he sunk in deeper. Seeking the warmth that your soaked walls gave.
“Mmm, you like that?.. Fuck, you sound so pretty.”
“Mmmhmm…” you moaned.
He panted heavily against you, moaning when you sucked on the side of his neck, leaving a hickey there. Your fingers rubbing the back of his head. Waves sliding nicely against your hand.
“S-Shit,” You pulled back. Your eyes glossed over and filled with that deep longing that been simmering within you for months. He stared back, sweat forming on the both of you. The sound of wet skin slapping together. His tip hitting your sponges spot head on every single time. Your hips meeting his as you both chance your highs.
“Fuck, ya about to cum again? Already?” His lips captured yours into a sloppy, nasty mess. Tongue sliding in and out as you both got closer. You yelped out a loud whimper. Pulling away as your head fell back. He saw you tremble in his arms. A tale sign.
“I know.. I know ma. Moan with me baby.” Your voice filled the air, probably waking the other neighbors around. You didn’t care and neither did he. He sucked on your throat as you clenched around him. Your legs shaking and body convulsing as you climaxed for the third time that night. Not far behind, his hips stuttered as filling the condom he had put on.
You both held on to one another as you caught your breath. You skin hot and sticky. Your clothes discarded around you as he pulls out with soft groan. Setting you back on your feet, you wobbled. His hands holding you in place as he rubbed your side before moving down towards your hips, roaming slowly there.
“Great, I can barely stand now.”
“Heh, fucked you good, huh?” He laughed at the nod you gave before helping you back inside. Tanaka had stopped calling your phone minutes ago. You spent the rest of your night getting good aftercare and laying with the man who showed you in more ways than one, that you should chose him. You did after blocking a certain number before snuggling closer to the warm body next to you in bed.
AN: Started a new series and thought to see how it would go. Enjoy!!!
Credits to @enchanthings for the Divider.
I know it’s been a while, but it’s your girls birthday today. So I’ll be posting a few fics here and there today.
Anyway, Crazy Lightskins I’m into. Part 2! 😅😅
Wrapped Gift - Day 12
Ace x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: No matter how many gifts he’s gotten, none of them compared to the hand written letters of yours.
Sit back, relax, and eat a snack!
Tags/cw: fluff, sweet, Ace in love?, etc..
Songs:
Delicate by Toxic Chemistry
I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys
Ace, who couldn’t place the unfamiliar beating in his chest whenever he laid eyes on you. He had to admit, Luffy had an incredible and loyal crew. Yet, none of them seemed to settle with him as much as you did. The cook reminded him of his brother, a lot actually, but you? A gem that could only be described as unique like sea stone.
Ace, who got closer to you as he traveled along. Of course, the reunion with his little brother was expected. He was happy that he’s made it this far. As you two sat under the stars that night. A random island that Nami pointed out. The silence between you two was calm like the soft waves against the shore.
Ace, who stared with a smile before turning his warm gaze towards you. Haven caught you looking, the sound of laughter dissolved from within. Being the charismatic flirt he was, he lit a flame. A soft glow from the tip of his finger that he held up. For your eyes, it danced before dispersing into a heart.
Ace, who watched as your eyes filled with something akin to warmth and interest. It didn’t take long for the two to move closer. The smile you held as you leaned against his shoulder caused a flame deep within to ignite further.
Ace, who after that had to leave, but didn’t move. Not yet, at least.
Ace, who stood with you under the light of the moon. Who couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had a mission to complete; although, there was a sweet block in his way. Those brown eyes that glimmered in the dark. A soft glow that promised of something more, and maybe, just maybe a reunion someday.
Ace, who read the first letter you mailed. The scent of your perfume coming from the pages with a little kiss mark at the top right of each page. The smile he held as he read the perfect cursive of your name out loud. The adventures, what you bought, and small updates on his baby brother. All shared into those pages.
Ace, who checked who was always on watch. Waiting for a message from you.
Ace, who laughed at seeing the wanted poster of you. You had a pretty big bounty, but he was not concerned about that. He saw the wink you gave the camera as your picture was secretly taken. You always had a keen eye for things.
Ace, who started writing back. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough for you. You’d laugh at his jokes, his messy drawings, and the mini version he placed at the end of every letter. There was always a mini Ace there, a sign that he was there, even when he physically wasn’t.
Ace, who always waited for any gifts you sent his way besides the letters. Some were small trinkets, photos, and others just snail messages. Everything you gave was always wrapped in a way he could only describe as love. A love that was across the seas, but right there in his heart.
To Ace, there was no better gift wrapped than the ones you’d send. And to you, you’d never have it any other way.
Enjoy 🔥🔥
Credits to @cursed-carmine for the divider/headers!!
Toys Below The Mistletoe - Day 11
Ony x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: A holiday getaway spent under the stars.
Sit back, relax, and grab the nearest snack.
Tags/cw: 18+, mdni, beach sex, pussy eating, fingering, little dirty talk, p in v, public sex, overstim?, multiple cream pies, etc..
Songs:
Luxury Love by Sage Gee
Midnight Air by Sage Gee
Ony! Who worked non-stop for month just to get flight tickets for both you and him. Your dream trip right in there in the palm of your hands.
Ony! Who had surprised you with the gift wrapped in a little box beside the bouquet of flowers he bought you earlier that day.
Ony! Who took his PO time just to spend it with you.
Ony! Who had planned another perfect surprise for you. Once you both made it to the tropical beach house that he rented. It didn’t take long for you to start unpacking.
Ony! Who told you to change into something nice and comforting.
Ony! Who did the same and wasted no time pulling you along with him.
Ony! Who spent the whole day taking you shopping at small gift shops, eating at different restaurants, and enjoying the sandy beach with you.
Ony! Who after a long day was spent but was happy to see you smile. You both still had a few more days, and what better way to enjoy them without a little more fun.
Ony! Who sat with you by the large rocks to see the night sky. He listened as you named off all the fun things you both did together.
Ony! Who couldn’t help but to smile at the fact that you were happy. The smile on your face made him smile as well.
Ony! Who was happy that you were happy.
It didn’t take long for the conversation to shift. Your words long forgotten due to his warm touch. The same touch that melted you in more ways than any other.
Ony! Who within minutes had you laid back across the beach towel you sat on.
Ony! Who wasted no time kissing you. His body on top of yours. Your moans overshadowed by the waves of the ocean.
Ony! Who’s made you cum too many times from just his mouth alone. Using that exact tongue motion to get your legs shaking for him.
Ony! Who had you pushing his head away before slipping it in. Licking his lips as his chain dangled above your face.
Ony! Who doesn’t break eye contact as he fucks you silly right there. Eyes drinking in the sight of you whimpering and moaning beneath him.
“S’feels good, yeah?”
Ony! Who’s nutting back to back inside of you.
Ony! Who’s pushing your limits to the point of your brain not functioning. The type of dick that had you crying tears of overstimulation and stuffing you so full.
Ony! Who’s rubbing your clit in light strokes as you try to push his fingers away. The same wet fingers that don’t budge as you clamp around him. A sign that you’re almost there with him. Nothing but sweet cries and whines erupting from your chest.
“Ya squeezing me so damn tight.”
Ony! Who groans at the feeling. Damn near just as sensitive as you but who keeps pushing forward.
“C’mon baby.. Mm’shit, that’s it. Keep clenching like that.”
Ony! Who has you squirting for the fifth time that night as he sees your eyes completely roll back in their sockets. The stars and moon watching as the ocean reaches the shore. His head in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, and cursing under his breath as he release another load in you.
A few more days left. What more could be in store under the mistletoe?
Enjoy!!
Credits to @cursed-carmine for the dividers/header!
Jabber is the most dirtiest dirty talker ever-
"Cum all over your dick, baby. I know she needs it."
"This pussy holding me for ransom, aye? She don't want me to leave."
"Only your lips can suck me up this good, baby-"
"Come here, daddy isn't done with that ass yet."
"Sound so sexy moaning my name like that"
"You missed him, ma? Go on. Kiss him for me."
"Uh-uh, move them hands! I ain't stopping, mama. Take your fucking dick."
"You a nasty little slut for me??"
IM LOOSING MY FUCKING MINDDDDD😫😫
Brooooo I was JUST thinking this! He talks so much shit in Gachiakuta so I know he talks shit in the bedroom
That's Jabber for ya
The Morning Of - Day 10
Choso x Black fem! Reader
Synopsis: 12 days until Christmas? What could you possibly have planned until the big day?
Lay back, get comfy, and enjoy a Christmas cookie!
Tags/cw: fluff, 12 days of Christmas, Choso first Christmas with you, sweet fic, etc..
Song:
Living room flow by Jhené
For twelve days, Choso got served the most unexpected events in his life. Christmas was right around the corner, and he had no idea what to do.
What better idea than to ask you, his girlfriend. You had better things in mind, and he had no idea what you had in store.
Day twelve went as much as you expected. It was a normal snowy day inside together.
"Hold still will ya." A flash flickered against his face as you took another embarrassing picture. You were putting his hair up in twelve different hairstyles for pictures. He thought it was you being your goofy, creative self. Oh, how wrong he was.
Day eleven was a bit more leveled. After doing nightly skin care with him. You decorated his hair, face, and neck with Christmas themed stickers. You even added a bit of makeup.
Sometimes he wondered why he even let you do half the things you do. However, as long as it made you smile at him with happiness, he'd continue to let you do anything you wanted to him.
Day ten was chaos. You baked more than double the cookies you usually did. Tray after tray of sweets kept popping out of the oven. He started looking at the thing like it was a magical machine at this point. By the end of the day, he was full off of cookies and milk.
Day nine, you both went outside to enjoy the snow fall. In addition, you managed to hit him with nine snowballs. He agreed to be target practice only if you'd allow him the same treatment.
Day eight, you both spent hours having a gingerbread contest. Whoever built the biggest house won. In the end, a food fight ensued before sharing the medium-sized sweets after a picture.
Day seven was spent teaching him how to make his favorite food. Flour and sugar everywhere, making the kitchen messy. Once it was done, you shared it, after sending a few plates to your families.
Day six was spent making holiday cards and gifts. Several pictures and magazines were cut out and scattered around the kitchen. With supplies everywhere, it didnt take long for the kitchen to become an accidental DIY itself.
Day five was movie day. You both bought a variety of your favorite snacks before settling into matching pj's. The day ended with you both falling asleep against each other.
Day four was spent with you and his little brother, Yuri, looking at baby photos of Choso. You couldn't help but to awe at the chubby baby face he had. Choso was annoyed but embarrassed. No one wants to see baby photos, but of course you did.
Day three was the day you gave him a whole mood board of the crazy hairstyle pictures you took of him. You laughed when he flushed at the face. With his help, you both had hung it up in your shared bedroom.
Day two was spent putting gifts under the tree. The deal was for you both to place a present there, every hour until you each placed all twelve there. You also left a plate of cookies and milk out.
And on the last day. You two spent the whole day opening presents and recreating some of the events from the past twelve days.
Happy Holidays and Enjoy 🩷
Credits to @cursed-carmine for the dividers/headers
