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Test Subject #69.

divider by @cafekitsune

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: As Nanami's witchy girlfriend, of course, you use him for your experiments.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･wc: 1,401

⋆.ೃ࿔*Warnings: Msub, begging, handjob, blowjob, facial, a bit of faux pity, sub nanami, LOTS of teasing, basically foreplay, he gets very pitiful at some points.

✦A/N: I fear this is the only thing I’m dropping for kinktober (ofc it is), but definitely not my last fic

Happy Halloween!

You’ve made your best creation yet, an aphrodisiac. As a witch, people would think you put spells on people or turn your enemies into frogs.. But no, you do the absolute worst. Potions for anything sexual. Do you need a bigger cock? You have a potion for that. You want to peg your boyfriend, but don’t feel like buying a strap? Trust, you have a potion for that. You’re known as the underground sex witch. At first, you made a potion for your boyfriend’s stress, but it accidentally made his dick grow several inches, then you realized…this could be a job. However, your only hurdle was making a basic aphrodisiac until now. 

“Babe! Babe, I did it!” You cheered from the basement before happily skipping towards your office to write down your findings. You’ve spent months trying to make the perfect aphrodisiac and using your poor boyfriend, Kento Nanami, as your test subject. He’s, of course, very supportive of your hobbies and midnight activities that the average person wouldn’t even attempt.

You hear footsteps approaching your office before the creaking door opens slowly. Revealing your lovely boyfriend in a comfy black sweat and kahklis. He gives you a small, kind smile before walking over and eyeing the potion sitting on your desk. “I'm proud of you, my love, you’ve been working hard-” Kento is cut off quickly when a polished nail touches his lips. 

“Drink it.” You commanded softly, the potion now sitting in your other hand. He stares at you in shock, your sudden dominance clearly new to him. He can feel a tent growing in his pants, and he hasn’t even tried the potion yet. “I need to make sure it works, don’t act new to this. Drink…It.” Your command now sounds more lethal, almost threatening. He slowly nods his head before taking the glass from your hand. He stares suspiciously at the bright blue liquid, gulping nervously before sighing and taking a swig of the liquid. You sit in stillness, anxiously waiting for the other to move. You sigh before shaking your head in disappointment. “Man, I really thought I had it that time...” You trail off slowly before noticing harsh breaths coming from Kento. You quickly place your hand on his broad chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat.

“What’s going on? Are you hurt? C’mon, say something!” You urged loudly before pushing Nanami into your office chair. He doesn’t reply, leaving you worried until you look down. The zipper on his button is practically waiting to burst. A sly smile grows on your face before you look back at your blushing boyfriend. “L-Love…What’s goin’ on…I’m on fire.” He huffs out, his hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. “F-Fuck, I-It’s too much.” You chuckle lightly as you slowly drop to your knees in front of him. You place your hand on his thigh and leisurely let your fingers trail down his zipper. His breath hitches as he watches you tease him senselessly. You look up at him with a clueless look, faux-pity displayed on your face, clear as day. You take in his intoxicating scent, filling you with more arousal than him. You shift slightly, leaning into his cock and pressing a soft kiss on the button of his pants. He’s watching you like a hawk, your every move being calculated and analyzed by a predator. 

It’s exciting.

You unbutton his pants while raising his sweater to his chest. You place a trail of soft, sweet kisses down his V-line before latching onto his zipper with your teeth. You sluggishly pulled the zipper down, meticulously stopping and going until you reached the end. By this point, he’s practically whimpering, sweat is collating on his face, but he doesn’t dare to move. He doesn’t rush you or urge you to move. He physically can’t, his body won’t let him fight back or take charge. He can’t make your move like he wants you to. 

What the hell was that potion?

Your cold hands take him out of his thoughts. Your hands slowly travel down his chest, then stomach, then V-line, before finally making it to his pants and pulling them down. Your agonizingly sloth-like movements drag a whine from him, which is quickly met with a ‘shush’.

“Quiet…I’m testing a hypothesis.” You say sternly, watching his cock twitch through his underwear. He answers back with a simple groan while nodding his head. 

Finally, his pants are slightly lowered below his knees. You pull his underwear with ease, his cock immediately standing at attention. He stares down at you, looking at you with pleading eyes. Completely drunk in lust, just waiting to unravel. You wrap your hand around his large cock, giving it a soft squeeze. He takes in a sharp breath, gripping the armrest of the chair. You run your hand to the tip, squeezing softly before sliding back down. You do this slow and agonizing ritual until he speaks up. 

“M-My Love, I can’t take it…I need you to…go faster.” He mumbles, his voice trembling slightly.

“Of course…” You did exactly what he told you, you went faster. You pick up the pace without warning, his precum coating your hand. His breath hitches in shock, the way your hand moves quickly on his cock with no plan of stopping.

“Wa-Wait–I didn’t mean…nghhh– Tha-That!” He cries out, his grip on the chair tightens as your aggressive pace brings him to the edge. You just give him a small smile before stopping, running a finger down his cock, and covering your finger in precum. “What did you want? Tell me what you want, Kento?” You whisper, your mouth inches away from his soaking wet cock. He groans as your breath grazes his cock.

“Not…Not that fast.” He lets a breath out before moaning lowly when your cold hands come in contact with his warm precum. You do exactly what he says, go slower. 

The pace you’re going at hurts. It’s painfully slow, almost like you’re bored. You’re the complete opposite; you’re ecstatic. Having this type of man writhing under your touch is intoxicating. 

“Puh-puhpleasee– baby, I’ll do anything I need to cum.” He stutters through his sentence with tears in his eyes, his pre-cum staining the seat under him. You chuckle as you tighten your grip on his cock. You give him a few more slow strokes before letting go. He lets out a high-pitched groan before looking down at you in annoyance. 

“Cmon, baby~ I know you can do better. Beg better.” You reply in faux concern before blowing air on the tip of his cock. He flinches slightly before letting out a muffled huff. “My love, please put your mouth on me. I need you.” He begs in his pitiful state, saliva dripping from his mouth as his knuckles turn white from his grip on the chair. You take in the sight in front of you, his usually uniformed hair messily thrown in every direction, his chest raised to his chest, and his cock standing at attention. Precum slowly slides down the side of his cock, it’s twitching slightly at every breath he takes. “As you wish..”

You slap the tip on your tongue before slowly putting it in your mouth. He lets out a guttural moan as his head dips back to the back of the chair. You trace circles quickly around his tip with your tongue. His moans fill the room quickly as he feels the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock. You hum slowly when his cock hits the back of your throat. The vibrations from your throat make his sensitive cock twitch. 

“F–Fuck…nggh—” He moans loudly, your pace getting sloppy when you feel his cock twitching in your throat. “I’m about to–fuck…cum” He cries out as you drag your tongue around his tip. 

“Puh–please let me cum! Please, I need it!” He begs as your pace quickens. “Don’t stop! F–fuck!” He whimpers before his warm cum shoots down your throat. You quickly take his cock out of your mouth as the warm liquid fills your mouth. The mix of your saliva and his cum coats his cock in a slippery mess. He lets out another low moan as the rest of his load covers your face. You chuckle before licking the mess off of Nanami’s cock. He twitches before his hard cock twitches in your hand.

“Can we do it again?”

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I found the frank ocean of tumblr 💔💔💔💔

UR NOT FUNNY!! IM DROPPING SMTH SOON CHILL ON ME

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—Kinktober Week 5.

⇢ You woke up on Satoru's body, have some fun! Happy Halloween!K ✶wc: 367 ✶cw: body swapping, degradation, finishing inside, and anything else I forgot.

Theme: Body Swapping.

“Take it like the good boy you are.” 

You pound into Satoru quickly and hard, causing him to grip onto the sheet. Watching Satoru’s, well…your, tits bounce every time you plunge his cock inside. 

“Fuck–babe! S-slow down…” Now you know why Satoru never slowed down when you asked. You sounded hot, and Satoru being in your body made it even better. If this was the only way you could ever bring him down a notch, you’d cherish it. Your strokes are nimble and quick as you put Satoru’s stamina to the test. 

“N-no, you can take it. I know you can.” 

You used his natural sultry tone to your advantage. You quickly felt your velvet walls clench around his cock. You chuckle before pushing his legs into his chest, a complete mating press. 

“I-I didn’t know you could bend this far.”

“You never asked.” 

A displeased groan left his mouth before it turned into a shallow breath. You finally understood why he was obsessed with you. Now you’re watching it from his perspective. The sleepless nights and prolonged sexual intimacy were clear now. It may be weird to some people, just watching themselves during sex. To you, it was eye-opening. You now understood why you were his weakness. When your pussy hugs around his cock it sends a shiver down your spine. You now know how it feels to be pussy drunk. 

“Fuck–Is this how I always feel? It’s so wet.” 

“St-stop joking! I-I’m about to cum again!.” His slutty moans fill the room as ecstasy envelopes you. You push his knees down to his chest and plunge into him harder and faster. You bully your pussy with harsh strokes and sloppy pounding. His tip leaves soft kisses on your cervix with every aggressive plunge. 

“Babe! Mmph– I’m about to c–um!” 

“Cum on me baby. Give it to me…” You moan loudly and trail soft kisses on his legs. His warm walls clench around you before soaking you with his juices. Your tip hits his G-spot before your white sticky cum covers his inside. The sheets underneath you are covered in a mix of cum, sweat, and tears. 

“One more round, I know you can take it.”

☜ kinktober week 4

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—Kinktober Week 4.

⇢ Kento and Levi have been fighting over you since your first day in the office. A crossover nobody expected. ➤wc: 895 ➤cw: threesome, split roasting, praise, degradation, orgasim denial, and anything else I forgot. collab with: @lovelylavendersworld

Theme: Threesome + Split roasting.

“You always take us so well.”

You never thought you would be in the middle of your two bosses, but here you are. Levi’s cock is brutally attacking the back of your throat and Kento’s cock is brushing against your cervix. Levi watches the way your plump lips wrap around his cock and the way your eyes roll back as Kento takes you from the back. Your honeyed moans only made him feed you more of his dick. 

“You’re such a whore, taking both of your bosses at once, how will your coworkers feel about this? Think they’ll be jealous? Or maybe they’d want to join in, hm?” 

You whimper at his somewhat genuine question, earning a degrading chuckle from Levi. His calloused hands gently flipped your braids to the other side to get a nice view of your face. “If only they could see you now,” he tuts, caressing your smooth skin. 

“Hey Nanami, what do you think? We hold a meeting and fuck the pretty thing right on the table?” you mewl in shock, compared to the way he touched you so gently, so softly; you thought his words would reflect that, only to be defiled by his vile words. It sends an embarrassing ripple of arousal through you. Imagining getting fucked by your two bosses in front of your coworkers seemed so humiliating, and truly you should be opposed to it but the thought is so lewd you couldn’t help but to indulge.  

Kento smirks when he feels you tighten around him, “With the way she clenched around me, I think the pretty girl likes the idea.” His hands roam your body, thumbs settling perfectly on your back dimples, they fit so well it’s almost like your gorgeous body was made for him. 

While Kento was busy ogling at your body, admiring how ethereal your body looked underneath him, he gave you slow, sensual strokes hitting that spongy spot with painful accuracy, it had left you salivating. Perfect for Levi to fuck your throat like his own personal pocket pussy. Your tongue was heaven-sent, soppily playing with the underside of his heavy cock. You narrowed your cheeks to give him a tighter squeeze, fondling his balls with your free hand. 

God. You were gonna be the death of these two men. 

Here lies Levi Ackerman and Nanami Kento: CEOs and business partners both laid out by glorious pussy. 

“Oh yeah?” Levi’s eyebrow twitched upwards “You want us to arrange it, sweetheart? Wanna see all your coworker's faces when we fuck you stupid?” 

You were too lost in pleasure, the question Levi asked floated aimlessly around in your fucked out head, Kento’s cock bullied your poor cunt, and you swore that you were getting fucked cross-eyed. With your mouth occupied and your cunt stuffed to the brim, you were living your wildest dreams—that was until your mouth was snatched off of Levi’s pretty cock. You let off his dick with a delicious ‘pop!’ 

Pools of brown stare up at him, eyes screaming, pleading to have him back in your mouth, but he wasn’t budging. His cock stood at attention, a bulging red tip, glossy with your spit, it was practically begging to be between your lips once more so you go for one more taste, and that’s when you feel the iron grip Levi had on your hair. Yanking you back to focus on his eyes instead. The sting hurt so good, you couldn’t stop the moan from tumbling out of your lips.

“Answer me slut.” 

“ple-please, I'd love it! Ah— I want all of th- them to know I’m yours.” you whined out. Your hands gripped onto Levi’s muscular thighs to balance being fucked out of your mind by Nanami. 

Levi glares down at you, a hint of amusement plays on that stoic face of his. “Such a naughty girl, c'mon take my cock like a good girl.” you take his cock into your mouth with vigor. Your eagerness almost makes you squirm from Kento’s bruising hold on your hips. If only you could see the beautiful mess they made out of you, your makeup was smudged, drool helplessly dribbled down to your chin, eyes heavy and blown wide with lust. They would have to do this again. 

Kento’s hips kept a demanding pace. In and out, in and out, in and out. Your sweet essence filled the room with nasty squelches. With each thrust he became more hypnotized, you had him dazed. Your cute cunt hugged his cock just right, the poor guy was feeling lightheaded you had The Kento Nanami behind you losing all his composure. 

Levi’s eyes flickered between you, Nanami, and the clock. Your 30-minute break was almost up. They had to make this quick to avoid raising any suspicions from their conniving colleagues. 

You felt the familiar feeling creeping up behind you, the tightness in your stomach began to unravel, and goosebumps started to form on your skin. You were close and Levi knows it. 

“Would you look at that, Your break is over.” Kento pulls out of your sopping wet pussy and Levi removes your plump lips from his hard cock. An air of authority fills the room as you hear both of them zipping up their pants and getting dressed. 

“Looks like we have to save this for another time. Have fun, our loyal employee.” 

☜Kinktober week 3 | Kinktober week 5 ☞

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Hii! I'm blasian. I'm not sure if your blog is specifically for black women, but I just wanted to make sure it was okay for me to be here! I'm dark skinned and I was born in China.

If you want me to stay away, that's fine. I just wanted to know if it was okay for me to be here without making you uncomfy!!

If I can stay, can I be an anon?

🦢 anon maybe?

YES OFC U CAN!!! even tho my blog is aimed at a certain demographic i would love it if anyone can enjoy it!!

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─kinktober week 3

Bad bitches have pink strap-ons. ˚⋆ ★content warning: begging, pegging, degradation, plus anything else i forgot ˚⋆ ★wc: 612

Theme: Pegging.

divider by: @cafekitsune

Suguru never thought he would be bent over on a Saturday night, he thought wrong.

You’ve been brutally attacking his G-spot for the past hour. He’s cum more than you can count, an overstimulated Suguru is at the palm of your hands. The scene in front of you was like a drawn-out masterpiece. His long hair was messily thrown all over the pillow, drool was hanging off his lips, and two cute pink bows tied his hands behind his back. A grin that can only be described as sadistic is plastered on your face. At this point you didn't care if you came or not, it was all about the torture of Suguru. You saw his cum cover the sheets below him as a string of whimpers spilled out of his dirty mouth. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I can cum anymore…shit.”

You let out a callous chuckle before giving his ass a sharp ‘smack’ in response. Your handprint has now been tattooed on his ass. 

“I don’t think so pretty boy. You remember what we talked about.”

He whines faintly as memories from his failure. You had agreed to do a sex ban with Suguru to see who would crack first. Truthfully it was a close call, a very close call. Suguru scolded his dick for a week after that. He hated how it thought for him, it’s the reason he lost the bet. You were just so captivating to him. Every curve on your body, the way your tits moved when you rode him, even nonsexual things can turn him on. He knew the moment he bent you over the kitchen counter that he was fucked. 

“L-look I know I fucked up but please…Everything is so sensitive I can’t anymore” His pleading eyes scanned your naked body behind him. Your perverted grin frightened him, he had no clue what your next move would be. You slowly reached under him and started softly stroking his cock. Moans and cries stammered out of his mouth as his cock twitched in your hands. 

“Nngh! Shit– It’s t-too much”

“Beg for it, c’mon. I know you can pretty boy. Beg for it.”

“mmph…Fuck me! Please, I’ve been a good boy– nngh! fuck me please!” Your eyes widen as you watch your usually composed husband be brought to his knees, literally. His whimpering and whining just fueled your need for him.

“Fine…as you wish.” You use all your strength to flip Suguru on his back. His cock is up in position and his legs are on either side of you. You quickly start pushing your Barbie pink strap into him, brutally attacking his G-spot once again. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his moans got trapped in his throat. You find this side of him all too amusing–way too amusing.

“Tell me how much you love this.” You muttered with a moan and harshly slammed into him. Thinking about all the time he edged and overstimulated you added fuel to the fire. You decided to take this time to treat him like he treats you. 

“I’m gonna treat you like the slut you are.”

“Mmph– I’m about to–”

Warm gooey cum shoots over his chest and neck. His loud moans turned into heavy breaths and sweat made his hair stick to his forehead. His hands gripped the slightly loose ribbons around his wrist. You stared at him with adoration, you’re even proud that he even let you fuck him like this. You leaned down and placed a small kiss on his sweaty forehead. You trailed the kisses down to his cheeks, then his jawline, and finally to his ear. 

“I’m not done yet, pretty boy.”

☜ Kinktober week 2 | Kinktober week 4 ☞

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𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: vi's a bit emotionally immature but well-intentioned, slight mention of a past abusive relationship, implied smut at the end, a bit of fluff sprinkled in, very light fingering lmao, i like visualizing the fits of my characters so this was what the reader's wearing but like better, black! reader as always

𝔞/𝔫: finally smth that isn't only a paragraph long 😭, this was going to be smth kinktober related originally but i changed my mind halfway through, i probably WILL be participating in kinktober tho so stay tuned <3

(also reblogs are always welcome. like, always. forever)

“….vi? baby? please tell me what’s wrong. i don’t get why you’re so angry with me.”

for the first time in your two years of being together, she actually ignored you. you slumped in your seat, acrylics beginning to curl into the stretchy fabric of your skirt. unsure of what to do, you gently reached for her right hand, trying to interlock your pinkies (a tradition you guys had ever since your first date). the tip of your nail was barely able to graze the cool metal of her ring before she snatched her arm away, placing both hands back on the steering wheel. she looked agitated, but also lost in thought. sighing in defeat, you turned your head to look out the window, the stars and inky night sky serving as comfort as you toyed with one of your necklaces (vi’s favorite, she usually adored the way it dipped down to the valley in between your breasts, the stark silver standing out beautifully against your dark skin). “well i don’t know how you expect for us to work this shit out if you can’t even explain what the damn problem is, violet.” you were well aware that there was nothing she hated more than being called by her government name, but you had a point to make. and yet, still no response.

the night had started out peacefully enough. the two of you had been invited to a party that night that “what’s-her-name” was hosting (some girl from your psych class, but the don julio always fucked with your memory). you scanned your brain, trying to figure out what the problem was. it wasn’t your outfit (she already fucked you in it earlier, whispering endlessly about how beautiful you were as she shoved her ringed fingers into your cunt, dripping so much it almost stained your new fur boots). it’s not like y’all had any arguments before you left. she had a little bit to smoke, a little to drink, hell it looked like she was having the time of her fucking life as she gripped your hips and caught every ounce of ass you threw at her every time you felt like dancing. so yeah, you were hella lost. you took out your (sadly dying) cart, ghosting the last bit of what was left as you started scrolling on your phone. if she wants to be petty for no reason, then fine. that also happened to be your area of expertise.

it was the most awkward 15 minutes of your life.

“i just don’t know why you had to talk to her”. oh, so now she has something to say.

“i’m not sure if you noticed this, but we were at a lesbian bar, violet. there were a shit ton of “shes” and “hers” present.”

“and out of all of them you still choose to talk to your bum ass ex.”

oh. oh.

like you said earlier, the second even the slightest bit of liquor hits your system ….and suddenly you're not the most reliable of narrators. it’s one of your quirks.

“we literally had a 3 sentence conversation, babe. she said hi, i said hi, she asked how class was going, i said fine, and that was the end of it.” the brief encounter was so irrelevant to you that you didn’t even bother to answer her questions with enthusiasm. for context, the ex in question’s name was niyla, aka the biggest mistake you’ve ever made in your entire twenty-one years of life. you weren’t together very long, just 6 months your freshman year of college, but her toxicity and borderline emotional abuse took its toll on your mental state at the time. every attempt you made at trying to change her behavior failed, every apology that ever came from her mouth was half-assed and empty, and you ran for the hills the moment you could.

but granted, that was a really long time ago, and you were proud to say that you were 100% over her. besides, the queer community at your school was notoriously small, the sapphic side even more so. you accepted the fact that running into her would be inevitable a long time ago. you’ve seen her out and about since the breakup, but this was the first time you’ve actually spoken to her.

vi slightly softened, releasing her vice grip on the wheel and exhaling deeply. “i know, y/n. it’s just…”. she suddenly held your hand again, lightly stroking the pretty henna that decorated it as she tried to find the words. “i can’t stand the fact that she still thinks she has the right to talk to you.” it wasn’t everyday that vi was so…vulnerable. even though she had the utmost amount of trust and respect for you, really sitting down and discussing her thoughts and emotions wasn’t something that came easy to her. you kissed her hand and nuzzled it against your cheek, urging her to continue. “she treated you like absolute garbage…i just don’t want you to get swept up in all that bullshit again, you know?” you listened intensely, absorbing every single word as your heart began to swell with love.

she chuckled humorlessly, seemingly dismissing her thoughts. “but i guess i should’ve just started off with that rather than giving you the silent treatment. my therapist always talks about how i need to work on my ‘communication skills’. or ….something like that.” her eyes, deeply apologetic, glanced down at yours. “forgive me, cupcake?”

“mmm, maybe. on one condition”. truth is, you already forgave her the moment she explained herself, but god, seeing her all sincere and introspective did something to you. a mischievous smirk graced your features as you took the hand that was still caressing your cheek and began trailing it down your body. vi’s eyes widened as she felt the dampness of your thin lace panties, slick slowly starting to gush out as your face got hotter and hotter. “you have to make it up to me.”

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#vi marry me pls #TAKE ME WITH U VI

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─Kinktober week 2.

Hange decided to get her payback finally. Sadly you were the one who had to suffer.

⋆.࿔*･A/N: it took forever (i accidentally deleted it) but it’s up!! ⋆.ೃ࿔*･wc: 575 ⋆.ೃ࿔*･cw: edging, scissoring, degradation, and anything else i forgot.

Theme: Scissoring.

divider by: @cafekitsune

“C-calm down babe! Fuck…please?”

Hange mercilessly grinds her sopping wet pussy on your pulsing cunt. Your leg is hooked over her shoulder as hers straddles your hip. The euphoric feeling of your clits rubbing together drawls a low moan from your lips. Your grip on the sheets tightens before she slows down her unforgiving grinding. Hange’s lust-filled expression meets your pouty, pussy drunk stare. Her glasses are fogged up and slightly crooked, and her sly smile is visible. 

“Mmph…just let me cum…” your pleading was music to her ears. You’re suffering at the hands of her unsatisfied libido. Hange finally got her hands on you after work. She wanted revenge for how badly you edged her last week, and now she finally got her chance. Her soft lips leave a trail of sloppy kisses down your calf.

“You look so pretty, baby. Beg for me beautiful.” You shake your head in defiance, earning a strong glare from Hange. She smacks your ass hard, leaving a harsh stinging sensation. You wince before quietly whining. She lets out a sadistic chuckle, enjoying the current situation you got yourself in. 

“Let me cum…I need you…C’mon”

“Work for it.” 

She laughs before lazily trailing kisses up your leg. You let out a frustrated groan before hastily thrusting your hips up. You let out a choppy whimper as you hungrily rub your pulsing clit against hers. Hange doesn’t move a muscle, she wants you to do all the work, and she’s ensuring you work for it. Your whining grows as she starts hovering over your wet pussy, depriving you of any satisfaction. Your pout turns into a disdained frown as Hange finds this all too amusing. 

“Aw…Is the slut mad that she can’t get her way?” She displays a pout and her condensing tone amplifies her faux pity. Your attempt to glare is smoothly interrupted when she roughly grabs your face. You're forced to look up at her perverted smile and lustful eyes. She takes off her glasses and quickly puts them to the side. She gets closer to your face, your noses almost touching. 

“Say please, pretty girl.”

She purrs into your ears causing your pussy to clench and your clit to twitch. You whimper softly before her grip tightens on your jaw. 

“Say it, slut.”

“P-please…Please, let me cum.”

“Good girl.” she hummed before finally letting your jaw and slamming her slit on yours. You groan lightly as your head hits the pillow under you. Her pace is smooth and fast as she glides her soaked pussy against yours. She rocks her hips quickly as her head dips back with a chuckle. The loud squelching noises from your messy pussies rubbing against each other were porno-worthy. Your face twisted together in pleasure as your grip tightened on the sheets below you. 

“I-I’m about…mm cum.”

“Mmph fuck…Cum for me sweet girl. C’mon..” 

 Her pace gets sloppier as she inches closer to her climax. Your hips jolt up causing more friction between your clits. She gives your bouncing tits a few tugs before you’re engulfed in pleasure and your climax washes over you. Your juices coat Hange’s pussy leaving a sopping mess between you two. Her pussy is now drenched in a mixture of both of your cum. You take in deep breaths and gentle moans, trying to collect the sanity that you lost. You can feel her pussy twitch before she lets out a terrifyingly low giggle.

“One more time..” 

☜ kinktober week 1 | kinktober week 3 ☞

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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I will be periodically updating the list. PLEASE, PLEASE recommend your favourite BLACK AUTHORS, more importantly smaller creators (less than 1000 followers for instance) and authors that write for thick to chubby black readers and DARK SKIN black girls <3

Authors that write for Black Reader:

❥ @blkwriters — anime ❥ @tvgals — anime ❥ @hanwiore — anime ❥ @sanjisblackasswife — anime ❥ @tteokdoroki — anime ❥ @st4rbwrry — anime ❥ @iiamjam — anime ❥ @salaciousdoll — anime ❥ @blkkizzat — anime ❥ @tsukiboo — anime ❥ @xblackreader — anime ❥ @dejwritesarchived / @dejwrldarchived — archived, various ❥ @hyeque — archived, anime ❥ @angelbwrry — anime ❥ @sammysficfactory — anime, dc, resident evil, kpop, marvel (fluff) ❥ @xunolic/ @yutaholic — kpop ❥ @rr311 — anime. ❥ @azaarchiive — anime ❥ @forever1kay — anime, marvel, dc, 911 ❥ @38riku — anime ❥ @sat0-get0/ @sat0sugu-angst — anime ❥ @ginger4sugar — anime ❥ @slut4sugu — anime, marvel, dairy of a wimpy kid ❥ @pwncez — anime ❥ @lollipopliccer — anime ❥ @roseloon — anime ❥ @aizawasbrazybaby — anime ❥ @kairoot kpop — anime ❥ @sincerelyzee — anime ❥ @pixieknj — kpop ❥ @nunufx (recs) — kpop ❥ @backwzzds — anime ❥ @pinkmirth — anime, castlevania n ❥ @luminiamore — anime ❥ @melanated-writersblock — anime, kpop ❥ @chrollohearttags — anime ❥ @blackreaderatrisk — anime ❥ @strawberryfairi — anime

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Posts on More BlPOC Writers.

❥ List By @blackterrae ❥ black fan-creators big list by @triangularz

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YESSS!!! i luv thiss

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─Kinktober week 1.

You and Armin decided to have a little lewd competition to spice up your sex life. ˚⋆ ★ content warning: Praise, begging, facials, masturbation, and anything else that I forgot. ˚⋆ ★wc: 523

Theme: Mutual Masterbation.

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 His sleek cock is only a few centimeters from your face.

You’re sitting comfortably in front of his leaking tip, fighting the urge to swallow his cock whole. Your fingers plunge in and out of your warm cunt. Your soaked fingers leave sloppy circles around your clit causing small moans to slip out of your mouth. This little game you and Armin have been playing may slowly be coming to an end. You’ve been carefully edging yourself for 30 minutes and you’re slowly starting to unravel. Armin’s blonde locks melted on his forehead as the sweat collected on his eyebrow. 

“F-fuck babe! Just cum already, I’ll make you feel really good I promise…” His hand is covered in precum and saliva. His knuckles turn white from his aggressive grip on the bed sheets. The soft squelching noises from his sloppy wet cock sent shivers down your spine. His face screws together and his head dips back in lewd satisfaction. 

“Please, baby?”

“N-No…”

You shake your head at his shameless begging, unwilling to cave into his miserable tactics. You give him a short glare before slowing down your own pace. You’re afraid you might lose this little competition if Armin continues to beg. 

“I need you, please?”

You groan lightly at his pathetic request, you feel pity for the way you made him feel. His almost whiny voice made your sopping pussy wetter and warmer.  The pleading made your clit pulse and your pace speed up. You felt pure ecstasy with the way he was begging for you to finish. You notice his cock twitch a bit and his eyes squeeze together. You slow your pace down before playfully blowing on his tip. His eyes shoot open before he quickly covers his tip with his hands. 

“That’s cheating..” 

“I’m not doing anything.” He scoffs lowly at your faux innocence, he’s close to coming and one wrong move and it’s over. He continues to struggle against your antics, he can feel his climax close by. He massages his tip slowly as his pace quickens and a string of pornographic moans leave his mouth. His strokes start getting sloppy and uneven, the complete opposite of the calculated Armin from a few minutes ago. Your clit twitches in response, your climax is closing in as quickly as his. In one last final attempt at winning you close in and leave a sweet kiss on the tip of his cock. 

“F-fuck you…”

Armin’s mouth goes agape and his climax hits him like a ton of bricks. His leaking mushroom tip was just inches away from your lust-filled face. White ropes shoot across your face and chest. Soon after you reach your climax, it comes crashing down on you in several waves. Low moans and quick breaths are the only thing audible in the room. The deafening silence is interrupted by your quiet chuckling. He finds your faint laughter terrifying, yet alluring and you give Armin a sly smile before taking your thumb and wiping his cum off of your lips. You give your thumb a few small licks before sucking the rest off with a ‘pop.’

“You lose…” 

| kinktober week 2 ☞

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─Cupid'z 2024 Kinktober!

˚⋆ ★Welcome to my Kinktober 2024 setlist! This will be a detailed schedule of the next 5 weeks of October. There will be a short dabble dropping every Tuesday during October. Here are my victims!

⋆ extra note ● regular fics will be up and running in November and requests will be open.

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─Week 1: Mutual Masturbation ft; Armin Arlert.

─Week 2: Scissoring ft; Hange Zoe.

─Week 3: Pegging ft; Suguru Geto.

─Week 4: Threesome + Split Roasting ft; Kento Nanami and Levi Ackerman.

─Week 5: Body Swap ft; Satoru Gojo.

See you hotties there!

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Hii!!!,idk if you're taking request rn but if you are can you do plug! Ony and black reader getting in a argument (over sum dumb) so they take an break for like 2 days but then they make up and have the most sexy scrumptious delicious make up sex!!

UGH POOKIE IM SRY but sadly i’m not taking any requests due to my kinktober prep but afterwards my request will be open and i’ll keep this in mind!! xoxo 🩷

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hiiii girl ~ huge fan of your work btw

this is a really weird and kind of random ask buttttt I rlly rlly RLLY want to start writing some x black reader! content on here bc it feels like we never have enough of it 😭 plus I love writing so it just seems like a fun hobby to start lmao

soo do you have any tips? like how to gain/keep a following, or how to be consistent with writing schedules? like there are so many amazing writers on here but I want to make a mark without overshadowing them ykwim?? I hope this makes sense lol

OFC I HAVE SOME TIPSS!! an easy way to gain a following is to cater to the readers. Write about things or characters people are fond of then once you get the hang of it just have fun. I don't have much of a writing schedule, but I never want to leave people hanging. So when I don't have time to write a full fic I'd drop something like headcanons or a small wip. It's better to post something than to not post at all. If you're writing smut or something semi-sexual, Twitter will be your best friend. It's easier to write smut if you can see or envision what's going on. UGH I LOWKEY SUCK WITH WRITING TIPS BUT JUST HAVE FUN WITH YOUR WORK!!!

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Nah, I'm Better.

divider by @cafekitsune

✦A/N: OK! this took longer than expected but LISTEN! I'm here now and probably will be dropping more frequently (hopefully). Reader is also a slut I mean she could talk me through it and I'd let her. But I tried to eat down as much as possible for this fic so the girlies and the gays wouldn't starve. Gojo is driving my dream car, a girl can only imagine.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and Satoru have been best friends since elementary school. By the time you both made it to college he’s hated every single partner you’ve ever had. Your recent ex isn’t any different, but he’s doing something about it this time.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･wc: 2,887

⋆.ೃ࿔*Warnings: best friends to lovers, praise, car sex, arguments (ish), cowgirl, choking, handjob, p in v, no protection, finishing inside (practice safe sex)

(the reader is black)

If you had a dollar for every time you and Satoru got mistaken for a couple you’d be rich, not richer than him. He loves it when people mistake him for your boyfriend. It’s the ego boost he doesn’t need. He’s liked you for a while but you always shut him down. Either for another guy or because you see him as just a “friend”. You knew that was a lie, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship between you guys. So to buried your feelings for Satoru and used other men as a distraction. Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, sugar daddies, you name it. Nothing was ever successful; it always ended in heartbreak or fights. Satoru hated that you went for men who were lower than your standard.

He hated that you didn’t go for him. That’s part of the reason why he’s parked outside a fancy restaurant waiting for you to walk out.  

You thought this guy was the one, you’d been talking for a couple weeks, going on dates, even fucked a few times. But no people always have to ruin it, it was fun while it lasted. Mahito was a guy you met off of Tinder. He was nice, sweet, and probably the realest guy you’ve ever met. That was until date number four when he brought up his love for podcasts. Specifically a podcast by the name ‘Fresh and Fit’, you know the podcast that goes around and hates on women for a check. 

What a loser…

After learning that information you left the date immediately. Leaving him with a “Get a life, nigga.” before quickly walking out of the restaurant. The cold drizzle of rain calms your nerves as you heave out a soft sigh. Your eyes meet a familiar and sleek all-black Ford Bronco. An air of comfort travels throughout your body. You haven’t been this excited to see Satoru since…ever. He’s already looking in your direction with his cheeky smile, flashing you his pearly white teeth. He’s always been handsome, your whole life was spent watching girls and even guys swoon over him. You can’t even remember if he accepted any of the advances, you don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend that you know of.

His jagged blue eyes met your dark brown ones and it’s like a firework went off in front of you. Your waist-length knotless braids, glossy plump lips, and warm brown skin have him in a chokehold. The way your honey-glazed skin complimented your outfit made him want to rip it off right there. Luckily his windows are tinted enough to hide his very noticeable lustful gaze, but you felt his eyes burning holes into your head. With a visible frown on your face, you swiftly open the car door. You come face to face with Satoru’s fuck boy grin, you almost melt on the spot.

“When I said ‘call me for emergencies.’ It didn’t include shitty dates.”

You roll your eyes before playfully punching his arm. Satoru speeds out of the parking lot before you can even put your seatbelt on. Your back hits the seat roughly before you send a glare Satoru’s way.

“Chill out, nigga damn. You didn’t even hear how the date went and you’re already mad.”

“I’m mad because you didn’t listen to me. I told you not to trust that fucking loser, now look at where we are.”

You could hear his eyes rolling before you saw it. He’s the leader of the sassy man apocalypse and he never denies it. You grimaced at the undeniable truth that he was right, and you knew it. You cross your arms over your chest and gaze out at the widow districting yourself with the scenery. 

“Hey…look at me.”

His light-hearted voice quickly melted in your ears like honey. He softly gripped your chin and turned your face to his. He analyzed your expression for a moment. Admiring your features, planning your future, imagining his cock inside of you. He’s quickly brought out of his thoughts when you playfully push his hand away. 

“Hands off, this makeup took time.”

He scuffs at your statement before looking back at the busy road. You analyze him for a while, taking in his features. Your thoughts are more innocent than his, and you hope it stays that way. 

“Listen…I’m sorry I didn’t listen. But, niggas man you don’t understand. They’re all so annoying.”

The more you think about your past rendezvous the more it turned into torture. Satoru knew about every failed date. He was always there to be a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride if you asked him. He knows very well about your tragic love life, he doesn’t remember a successful relationship you’ve been in. He lectured you every time he picked you up from a bad date or situationship ending in ‘So, what are we?’. He wasn’t upset with you, he was more upset that you refused to see his obvious feelings for you. 

“This is just starting to get repetitive. (✧), This is just...nevermind”

He smacked his lips at the end of his statement. A habit he picked up from you after all of the years you two have spent together. His mouth opens to say something else but nothing comes out. He huffs and runs his hand through his hair, he’s frustrated by the current events.

“Don’t get an attitude with me. You think I want to date guys like this?”

Your accusatory tone makes his attention shift slightly from the road. He scans his brain for what to say. He doesn’t want to upset you anymore but he also didn’t want to sugarcoat anything. As a wannabe lover, he wants nothing but the best for you even if it means telling you a harsh reality. 

Your taste in men is shit. 

He doesn’t have enough fingers or toes to list off the amount of guys that hurt you in the past. Nanami was too formal for you, Toji was a bum that leeched off of you, Sukuna was an asshole, and Satoru would’ve killed Suguru if he even attempted to flirt with you. 

“No, you know what I mean. You deserve better than these dumbasses you go after.”

The venom in his voice is very noticeable. Satoru’s carefree nature is cracking under the stress of your love life. Your stubborn nature refuses to let you back down to him, especially when he’s like this. 

“Toru’ I can date and fuck who I want! I don’t need to be lectured by you. I understand that you care, but let me live my life.”

Your response almost sent Satoru out of the car. His eyes twitched in annoyance and his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. You watch the way his jaw tightened and his muscles flexed. It turned you on, a lot. As much as you hate to admit it, you looove making him mad. It was just the way his relaxed facade melted away when you threw careless sentences at him. His foot softly pressed on the brake when coming to a red light. He slowly shifted his body to face you, if looks could fuck he’d be fucking you right now. Just the thought of him bending you over the center console had your clit aching. 

“Do not say that, I will crash this car right now and kill us both.”

He glanced at you with a smirk trying to lighten the melancholy-stricken mood. You scuff at his childish antics.

“Oh my god, be for real-”

Ring…

Your phone buzzed in your purse, and your soon-to-be lecture got cut short. Your eyes widened when you saw the caller I.D. read ‘Mahito’. You let it ring for a few seconds before finally answering it. 

“Why are you calling me? I told you we were over.”

Satoru's ears perked when he heard the hostility in your voice. There was a snarky voice on the other end and they were loudly throwing a fit. His eyes analyzed your expression and the way your calmness was replaced with annoyance. 

“You don’t think I can do better than you?…You’re one goofy ass nigga, you know that?…Whatever, fuck you!”

You harshly shoved your phone into your purse and groaned. The awkward silence was almost tangible; you would have to cut it with a chainsaw. Mahito’s words circled in your head and it pissed you off more and more. Who does he think he is? You hum slightly when a very filthy idea comes to your mind. 

“Satoru, I need you to take me somewhere.”

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“Why the fuck are we here? Please don’t tell me you’re about to do something stupid.”

Satoru’s tone is laced with worry and confusion. He has no clue why he was parked outside of Mahito’s house right now and he didn’t know why you wanted to come here. You give him a cheeky smile before unbuckling your seatbelt and slowly leaning over the center console. You’re incredibly close to Satoru’s face, your nose practically touching his. All you can do is stare sensually into his ice-blue eyes, but the sense of longing is undeniably visible. 

“What are you doing?”

His voice spills out lowly like silk touching your ears. You take in a breath before crashing your lips into his. He’s caught by surprise but that’s quickly replaced with lust. His veiny hands quickly trace every curve on your body and tangle his fingers in your braids. You pull away taking in the wonderful scenery that Satoru was turned into. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is messy. You both stare at each other in awe and affection. It’s like something was unlocked in the middle of this little plan of revenge. 

“Get in the back.”

You nod before watching him walk out and around as you climb in the back. He opens the back door and stares at you for a moment, taking in the way your skirt is hiked up and your shirt tousled around. He quickly gets in and closes the door, basically pouncing on you. His mouth attacks your neck quickly, leaving several bite marks and hickeys. Without breaking the kiss you roughly pushed him onto the car door behind him. He lets out a low groan and rests his hands on your waist. You reach down and fumble with his belt buckle before finally breaking the kiss and using your hands. 

“If you need help you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up.”

He chokes out a gasp when you take his cock out of his boxers. You wrap your manicured hand around his big cock and slowly massage the length. You trace circles around his tip with your thumb. A low groan settles at the bottom of his throat as silence sighs escape his lips. He unscrewed his eyes to meet the brazen expression on your face. His chuckles and mixed moans are sending you over the edge. You reach down and caress your clit through your panties. Satoru doesn’t fall ignorant of this and quickly grabs your hand to stop the satisfying motion.

“Suck it, I want your mouth.”

He let out a low chuckle as you took his full length into your mouth. You let out a whine as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. Satoru’s head flew back in pleasure as his hand rested comfortably on top of your head. He can sense your greed from the way your tongue moves along his tip. He sighed out a moan and softly pushed your head down further. 

“F-fuck…you’re doing so well.”

He stifles a throaty moan with his free hand and laces his hands in your hair. You were quick to grab his wrist and yank his hand away. You trailed soft kisses up the length of his cock, from base to tip. 

“I wanna hear you, pretty boy. Let me hear you.”

Your voice was soothing and soft it probably could’ve put him to sleep if it weren’t for the current circumstances. He melted at your command and quickly left his hand to the side. You tease his leaking tip with your tongue before putting it all in your mouth again. His mouth goes agape as slutty moans spill out and his hands grip your hair tightly. The way your head is bobbing up and down on his cock has his mind going blank. His cock twitches in your mouth before he quickly shoves your head away.

“I don’t want to cum yet. C’mon get on top, ride what’s yours.”

You swiftly straddle his lap and he pushes your panties to the side. You wrap your arms around him as he slowly pushes you on his hard cock. You let a soft moan and tug at Satoru’s hair. He moans in response and pushes you down deeper.

“Shit…fuck me, c’mon.”

His mouth is hovering over your ear and his voice is low and seductive. You slowly start to rock your hips and grind on his cock. After adjusting to his size you messily start bouncing on his cock. Strings of curses spew out of his mouth and his grip on your waist gets tighter. 

“Like this baby? Mmph…you’re so big.”

The constant praise is making the blood rush to his face. He hides his blushing face in your shoulder and leaves several bite marks. The car windows turn foggy and the only thing illuminating the car is the moonlight. Satoru’s moans can probably be heard from blocks away. His hands are under your sweater groping and squeezing your plush breast. His fingers pull and twist at your nipples as your pace gets messy. 

“Give me your hand…”

His voice is carnal and vibrating in your ear. It makes your clit twitch and your tempo stagger. You untangle your hand from his hair and place your hand in his. He takes two of your fingers and places them in his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact, he’s just looking at you like a meal waiting to be devoured. He slowly sucks them and swirls his tongue around them. The scene in front of you is so sensual and slow, you’ve never experienced something so intimate before. He slowly pulls your fingers out of his as a saliva trail is the only thing left behind.

“Play with your clit for me. I wanna watch while you bounce on my cock.”

His voice moves like velvet through your body. It’s like he’s talking right to your pussy and she’s answering very loudly. The moment your hand reaches your clit Satoru plunges his cock into you. His thrust gets more violent and his large cock attacks your cervix. Your head dips back in pleasure in the constant assault on your insides. 

He’s starting to unravel like a present. His strokes get messier, sweet liquid spilling everywhere, his moans getting louder and more frequent. His nail prints are embedded on your love handles and your thighs are a wet mess. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. C’mon baby you can do it.”

His pleading sends shivers down your spine. You’ve never seen him so desperate before, it was empowering that your pussy brought him down a few notches. His pussy drunk stare is intoxicating to look at. The way he’s looking at you with his eyes half-lidded with nothing but lust in them. There was something about the way he looked at you; it wasn't just lust. It was like you were a necessity to him, he needed you.

“Mmph…baby I’m ‘bouta cum!”

“Cum for me, you’d make me so proud. Cum on my cock princess.”

Satoru replaced your hand with his and traced circles on your clit. With his hand working its magic and his cock peppering kisses on your cervix sends you crazy. The car is rocking very noticeably but you could care less. Your climax crashes onto you like a ton of bricks. Your juices spill all over his thick cock and coat his length in a slippery mess. His warm and sticky ropes decorate your insides, leaving his pants soaked and a wet ring around the base of his cock.

“That’s it, I’m so proud of you baby.”

 He tenderly pulls out and holds you tight to him, taking in the moment. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, you both desperately trying to catch whatever air is left in your lungs. You hear Satoru chuckle slowly while tracing kisses on your neck. 

“What’s so funny? Did my pussy make you delirious or what?” 

He shakes his head and lifts your head softly and turns it towards the window. While swallowed by lust you didn’t notice Satoru rolled the window down. Mahito is staring in awe and anger; he looks like he is about to explode. Satoru’s chuckle turns into a full-blown cackle as he glances at Mahito, sending him that cheeky smile that you love so much. You join Satoru in his joyous laughter before reaching over and rolling up the window.

“At least my plan worked. Let’s do it again but this time with handcuffs.” 

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A preview of my next story!! I SWEAR IM GETTING IN THE BOOTH I HAD A LAPTOP PROBLEM BUT NOW ITS FIXEDD BUT I GOT YALL I SWEAR!!!

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𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋

𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

You had always dreamed of visiting Brazil. After countless hours scrolling through Instagram and TikTok, you finally made it to Rio de Janeiro with your two best friends, the Brazil Pr finally getting to you. The vibrant city welcomed you with open arms, and you were ready to soak in every moment of your 10 days vacation.

Your days were filled with sun-kissed beaches, lounging away on the golden sands of Copacabana, sipping on some colorful cocktails, and letting the crashing waves wash away your burdens. The nights, however, were another story. You explored the impressive nightlife, from chic rooftop bars to the raw local street parties in the favelas.

One night, you found yourself at a particularly lively baile funk. The music forced you to move your hips and the strong drinks to jump in the arms of your besties. As you danced with your friends, you noticed a fine ass man watching you from across the crowd. He had a blond buzzcut, tattoos covering his tanned arms, and the most captivating smile.

He approached you with a confident stride, introducing himself as Connie. His accent was thick and sexy, and he occasionally slipped into his native language when he couldn't find the right English words "Você dança muito bem," he complimented you, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the sight of your ass swaying.

You felt an instant connection. Connie was charming, funny, and had a way of making you feel like the only person in the crowded street. You spent the night dancing, laughing, and downing shots. He taught you a few Portuguese phrases, and you found yourself falling for his accent and the way he said your name with a huge smile, surprisingly sharp canines pocking out a bit.

As the night wore on, Connie took your hand and led you to a quieter spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with the string lights twinkling below you "You really complete my city’s beauty" he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart raced. As you stood there, hand in hand, you knew this was a moment you would never forget. You knew about the culture here and how kissing was normal even amongst strangers, but when Connie leaned in, resting his hand on your cheek as your lips intertwined into a hungry, passionate kiss, you knew this was deeper than sexual attraction and lust.

It was hard to contain yourself, here, on this empty rooftop barely illuminated by the street lights, you lost yourself in Connie’s touch, soft moans escaping your lips when he twirled his tongue inside you mouth, smirking against your lips at the faint sounds coming from you. Connie travelled down to your neck, licking at it and sucking just hard enough not to leave any marks.

“Te quero” Connie pulled back, licking his pink lips, pretty eyes looking down at you, begging you for more.

To say you hated yourself for stopping everything there and telling him you needed to get back to your friends was an understatement. Still, Connie respected your wishes, a satisfied smile on his face from just being able to hold you as he walked you back to your worried friends. You could still feel his lips press up on your cheek and his fingers on your lower back when he kissed you goodbye, disappearing into the crowd that just kept on growing despite the late hours.

“you didn’t even get is insta or some ?!” Your friends said in unison, staring at you in pure confusion when you shook your head, almost afraid by their reaction “bitch, you got two days left, you better find that man” one of them warned, not even trying to find out if you even wanted to see him again. But she didn’t have to hear you say it because she already knew.