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still waiting for peaches and cream

Yeah, babes. P&C will need to go under extensive construction since it’s a collection of work, especially after what people put me through a few months ago. I ask for your patience, my love.

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Like my Own

The kids at school tell your son his family isn’t “normal”, but Corvus disagrees.

cw: stepfather!Corvus, angst(?), happy ending, your son is aged 7-8, not smut, but written by an 18+ blog

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Corvus knocks on the door hard enough to bruise his knuckles. The worry in your voice was enough for him to race home an hour early. He gasps when you open the door. You don’t look yourself. “Sweetheart—“ He steps in and kicks off his shoes. “What’s the matter?”

You wipe the stream of tears from your face but it’s no use. The tears roll down your cheeks faster than you can discard them. “It’s Ember.”

He shucks off his jacket. Your son. “Where is he?” Corvus takes a step closer to you, arms squeezing you tight against his solid frame. That explains it; Ember is your world, as he is his own. He’s was only three when you two began dating. In the past five years, Corvus and Ember have become attached at the hip. At your wedding, he was Corvus’ best man opposed to the ring bearer.

“Is he alright?”

“He’s in his room,” You rasp. “He was sobbing. He said his family isn’t normal.” You shake your head against his chest. “He’s distraught. H-he won’t speak to me.”

Corvus furrows his brows. What exactly does he mean by that? He hasn’t heard Ember say anything like that before. How long has he felt this way?

Quickly, he pulls himself back together. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.” He coos, kissing the top your hair. “Why don’t you run a bath? I’ll order in. I can speak with Ember. I don’t want you to worry anymore than you have.”

There’s no room for argument as Corvus is walking you down the hall. He wipes your tears with his thumbs and kisses the underside of your eyes so gently a ghost might as well have done it. Corvus’ lips press against yours softly before he’s exiting the bathroom.

He makes quick work of placing an order on his phone then tosses it onto the couch before beelining to Ember’s room. He must’ve been in pretty bad shape to shake you up like that.

The knock is much gentler than the one he performed on the front door a few minutes ago. “Knock knock.”

“Who’s there…?”

“It’s me, buddy.” Corvus tries his best to mask his worry with a smile. “Can I come in?”

“No!”

“Pretty please?” It’s silent for a moment before the door is opened just a crack. The otherwise whites of Ember’s eyes are a deep red and his round cheeks are stained with dried tears. Corvus doesn’t like this at all.

Ember steps aside and wipes his face with his sleeve. “Why are you here early?”

Corvus gives a friendly smile, “I heard my little buddy was upset.” He crouches down so he’s eye level with the timid boy. “I want to make sure you’re doing okay. How was school?”

He shrugs, plopping onto his bed. “Good.”

“Yeah?” Corvus asks, scooting back so his back rests against the bed frame. “I’d love to hear more about it.”

“No, thanks.”

Corvus hums. “Sometimes, I have bad days at work,” He starts. “I get upset too. Sometimes, I just want to stop what I’m doing and come home to the people that make me happy.”

Ember is quiet for a long moment. His shoulders round forward before his eyes are watering again. “Why are you my stepdad and not my real one?”

The room falls quiet once more. The only noise to bounce off the four blue walls is the sound of Corvus' pants as he shifts uncomfortably on the hardwood floor and the soft sniffles from Ember.

"My friends say it's weird," He says just above a whisper. "That my family is weird because you're not my real dad. I don't want to be weird! I hate it!"

Corvus inhales sharply. "You are not weird. Neither is your family." He clears his throat. "How long has this been going on, hm?"

"Three days."

"You held this in for so long. I can't imagine how it felt." Corvus shakes his head, a sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry, Ember. You shouldn't have to hear those things from your own peers.”

The back of his head comes in contact with the soft blanket on the bed. He looks up at the pretty blue ceiling and then over at Ember. “But you’re not weird at all.”

Ember wipes his tears once again. Then, he turns his back to Corvus. Before all of his friends began teasing him, he was more than happy to have Corvus as a father figure. Now, he would do anything to be considered normal like everyone else. “It’s not fair!”

“Ember—“

“If you didn’t marry my mommy, I would be normal! My friends wouldn’t be so mean to me! It’s your fault! I hate you!”

Corvus feels a pang in his chest. He loves Ember the same any father would their own child. He’d do anything for Ember to realize those awful comments don’t take away from that very fact.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

He smiles softly, rising to his feet. It’s probably best not to push him any further tonight. He’s had a long week and kept it bottled inside. Maybe some alone time will do him good. “Okay,” Corvus reaches out and gives Ember’s shoulder a squeeze. “If you ever change your mind, I’m right here. I love you, buddy.”

~

“How’d it go?” You ask, climbing into bed beside Corvus. He seems to be deep in thought and you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about.

He can feel you staring. “Ember has had a long week.” Corvus explains. His large palm softly caresses the back of your head before he presses your cheek into his chest. “He says he wouldn’t get teased if we didn’t get married. Poor kid hates my guts now.”

Finally, Corvus’ smiles drops. Just remembering what Ember said and why wrenches his heart.

“He doesn’t hate you.” You try your best to assure. “You did nothing wrong, my love. Nobody has.”

“Except that pr—“

You press a soft kiss to Corvus’ lips to shush him. The topic of Ember’s father is very sensitive for him. He hates that somebody could want nothing to do with such a brilliant child. “Corvus.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He breathes out. “Do you think Ember really despises me any?

“No, of course not. Ember looks up to you so much. He wants to be just like you when he grows up, you know.” You poke the dimple in his chin. “He told me so.”

Corvus beams down at you. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You hums softly, pressing your cheek into his chest once more. “Ember loves you, Corvus.”

“I love him, too. I just wish I could see what’s going through that bright mind of his.”

There’s a soft knock on the door and Corvus quickly reaches for the shirt he discarded earlier. Once it’s pulled over his head, you give Ember the green light to come in.

His cheeks seem stained with new tears, and his shoulders are slouched even further. He’s been crying some more, and it’s obvious.

“Mommy,” He hiccups, “‘’M sorry for being mean earlier.”

You open your arms wide and Ember rushes over to the bed to accept your embrace. He sniffles, hand still wiping at his swollen eyes. He must be exhausted. He shouldn’t have to cry so much.

“I don’t hate him.” Ember looks up at you, eyes trying their best to convey his point. It’s true; he doesn’t hate Corvus at all. He has nothing but love for Corvus. “He makes me happy, and you, too. He’s always nice to me. I don’t care what my friends say anymore. I don’t want to make people sad.”

You look at Corvus with a sympathetic glance. It’s incredible how the harsh treatment he was subjected to this week has completely been forgotten about now that he fears he’s hurt someone else. Ember has always been compassionate despite being so young.

Corvus reaches out and places a hand on Ember’s shoulder. “Ember,” His voice booms through the room, effectively pulling the boy’s attention. “I love you like you were my own. I couldn’t ask for a better son.”

“Son?” Ember looks up bashfully.

“Yes. Son. You’re the best son anyone could ever ask for.” Corvus clears his throat lowly to distract from the waver in his tone. “And I love you so much.”

Ember jumps onto the bed and into Corvus’ arms. He gives him a hug as tight as he can muster. It expresses all of the emotions he can’t comprehend yet. The hug is reciprocated with just as much love and warmth. “Love you, too! Want you to be my dad forever!”

“I’m not going anywhere, little buddy.” Corvus affirms with a strict nod. “I love you to the moon and beyond, as do I your mother.”

Ember makes himself comfortable in the space between Corvus and you, wrapping his arms around a spare pillow. He looks up at Corvus with sheer admiration. “Sleepover?”

“Sleepover.” Corvus ruffles the soft hair on his head. “Get comfy, mommy. We’ve got a guest, and he’s a big boy who needs a lot of room.”

You smile, watching the two pull the thick blanket over themselves. Your heart swells. “Do you still think your family is weird, honey?”

Ember shakes his head. “Nuh uh! I have the best mommy and daddy ever.”

Then, Corvus smiles. That has a nice ring to it.

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In my plenty of years within the ficverse, I haven’t seen anyone mention how tough it is for some to write about people being lovey dovey while being unintentionally single. For me, it’s painful. Do I enjoy writing it? Yes, but it creates this hole which nobody has filled. Whenever I open my drafts and get to a good paragraph or piece of dialogue, my mind shuts down. I go blank now more than ever. It sucks. I tried my hardest to complete something this afternoon only to feel…sad(?) before I could even finish the sentence. As someone who has been unintentionally single for most of her life, it’s getting hard to write the usual. This is very vulnerable of me, but I thought I should update you.

*this is not why I initially gone on hiatus, but this may affect it

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jwnsslvt: Honestly, my fucking world has just come crashing down and I cannot bring myself to even think about writing. I apologize. I’ll be back in due time. Tell your friends about me lol 🥹

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now entering: FICS

You made it! Please do browse~ we’ve got mxf and mxm, so pick your poison.

Gachiakuta

One Thousand Reasons - Janka

Missin’ You - Janka

NBA Zodyl Headcanons

Pervert… - Enjin x black! fem reader

🔒J.A.B.B.E.R Part 1 - Jabber x black!fem reader

Can We? - Janka

make up sex with Jabber ( x fem!reader)

A for Effort - August x fem!reader

Say That I Can Have It - male!reader x August

Is this because I’m Black? - Jabber x fem!reader

Sista on my Arm, no Sista on Your Arm? - Tamsy x black!fem reader ft. Jabber

The Most Canonical Jabber Fic EVER (response fic)

All I see is Red Lights - Jabber/Enjin x male!reader

Lemon Shark hybrid!Enjin x gn reader

Tougen Anki

Kyoya x fem!reader x Mudano drabble

Baby, come taste me - Mudano x fem!reader

Blue Lock

Suck it When I Drive Baby Know What I Like - Shidou x fem!reader

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Please do indulge! I’m having a bit of a writer’s block, but reviewing my old works always picks me up. Also! If you have tips for cleaning this up, I am an open book~

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lemon shark hybrid Enjin is uncomfortable

-> 18+ blog, gn reader, fluff, Enjin is skinny dipping lol

“This heat is unbearable.” Enjin groans, pulling his second-to-last article of clothing off; his shirt. He’s sweating bullets and his hair lays on top of his head in a blond mop. “I hate it.“

The heatwave has really been getting to Enjin this weekend. Ad a lemon shark, he strives in warmer temperatures, but to a certain extent. If his environment becomes too warm, he’ll go into heat stress. The last episode he experienced had him sick for about a week.

“Let’s go for a swim!” You suggest, grabbing his hand. “The pool should be about seventy degrees.”

Curiosity tugs at his eyebrows. Well, why didn’t you say so earlier? He hurriedly jumps out of your bed, ignoring whatever you were arguing about trunks or something.

He jogs over to your pool and lifts the tarp. All of this water and you didn’t tell him? Part of him is slightly offended.

Enjin pulls off his boxers and dives into the deep end. He draws in a good amount of water into his mouth then pumps his gills to excrete it. Now this feels good.

He slowly sinks to the bottom of the pool. The temperature is perfect; not too hot and not too cold which is nothing like the humid air and violent sun rays above the water. Oh, to stay down here forever would be an absolute dream. Maybe he can stay here with you for the Summer and pay you rent just to live in your pool.

Slowly, Enjin swims to the top. He combs his mop of hair out of his face with his fingers. When he looks over his shoulder, he flashes you a grin. His canines are sharp but not intimidating. "Wanna join me?"

You shake your head, "I'll pass." Instead, you hold up a glass of iced lemondade. "Lemonade for my favorite lemon shark." The smile that tugs at your lips when Enjin gulps down the sweet-tart mixture is soft. “How's the water?"

He nods, "Great! Thanks for, y'know, letting me in." Enjin sighs in relief and folds his arms on top of one another on the edge of the pool. His bright yellow orbss stare up at you with sheer gratitude. "You sure you don't wanna take a swim?"

"Positive." You sit on the edge instead and dip your feet into the water. The water ripples as you kick your feet rhythmically. "You enjoy yourself. I'll make some shrimp later, how does that sound?"

Enjin presses his nose into the side of your thigh, a soft hum leaving his lips in acknowledgment at the mention of his favorite food. He flashes a mischievious grin before diving into the water with enough force to drench you.

The water does feel good.

It was never meant for you to swim. You just wanted Enjin to be cool.

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Seeing White

-> 18+, Janka, boypussy!Zanka, anal fingering, rough sex, backshots, clit stim, cum eating

Zanka is a babbling, squirming mess at Jabber’s backshots

Zanka is always delighted when he gets what he wants. Being carried into Jabber’s warm and comforting home like a beautiful bride has him giddy. His arms hook around Jabber’s neck, his deep blue eyes staring up at his very handsome boyfriend. If they were on a mission to be as unsuspecting as possible, Jabber would take the prize.

There is no trace of the utter slaughtering he just dosed Zanka with between his legs in the car a few minutes ago. Instead, his features are calm and focused more so on not dropping Zanka as if he’s the most delicate thing in the world…as if he’s not carrying him inside to ruin him all over again.

“Can I hit the light, baby?” Jabber asks, gently setting Zanka down onto his still-wobbly legs.

“Fuck the light.” Zanka impatiently tugs at Jabber’s turtleneck, pulling the soft material over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. “We don’t need it. You know your way around my body, don’t you?”

A soft chuckle leaves Jabber’s lips. While that may be true enough, he has a personal preference of seeing Zanka taking his cock whole. “Of course.” Jabber bites down on his bottom lip, “I still like seeing how you take it. Can you blame me?”

With a hum in response, Zanka carefully navigates through the dark living room until he reaches the tall lamp standing in the corner. He clicks it on, shielding his eyes from the bright, yellow light. Once his eyes adjust, Zanka turns on his heels. For some reason, his cheeks still turn hot at the sight of his topless boyfriend.

Jabber winks over at Zanka, “Sexy, huh?”

“A little.” Zanka scoffs, slowly striding back to Jabber. His index finger slowly traces the ring of Jabber’s right nipple, then dances down to the front of his pants.

“What did I say in the car?” Jabber grabs Zanka’s wrist in his large hand and brings his hand up for a sweet kiss to his knuckles. He brings Zanka’s hand back to the front of his pants, wrapping his fingers around the growing bulge inside. “Ain’t nothing little ‘bout me.”

Zanka gasps when Jabber takes his face in a three-finger grip. His temple is kissed once, then again.

“Right?”

“Yes—“ Zanka nods, knees going weak as Jabber’s lips press into his jaw. There’s just something about Jabber’s kisses that wrap him in a blanket of warmth and want. He wants more, he craves it. Whatever he’s trying to say is muffled by his own soft cries of pleasure when Jabber’s lips come in contact with the sensitive spot just underneath his earlobe.

Jabber grins against the pulse in Zanka’s neck. His lips suck the soft skin between them, suckling deep purples and reds in their wake. His free hand slithers down Zanka’s front and unbuttons his jeans. His fingers are nudging into the pretty panties and stroking at the quivering bud between Zanka’s puffy lips. The way Zanka’s body curls into his and his hands grip onto him for any type of stability strokes him just right.

The wetness slicks his fingers deliciously. Fuck, he wants to taste Zanka again. Honestly, with the way Zanka is grinding his pussy against his hand, he doesn’t think there’s any time to even think about eating him out. Another time, surely.

full story here, ya nasty: Seeing White-Pound Cake ch.2

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hear me out... mlm overstimulation and breath play, but with weed smoke instead of asphyxiation, with Jabber... maybe...perhaps?

Ahh!! I know you’re suggesting Jabber but as soon as a I read anything relating to smoke, I thought of Enjin. Why not both? Ihopethatsokay

All I see is Red Lights

cw: 18+ (duh), x male!reader, breathplay, overstim, drug use (marijuana), praise, dirty talk, anal sex, safe sex

-> characters: Enjin, Jabber

Each of them know just how to tip you over the edge <3

Jabber

The back of your neck is grabbed in Jabber’s large palm. His big, purple irises are dark with lust— and amusement. His cock is bullying your spasming walls one thrust after another. It’s relentless, it’s greedy, and it’s perfect.

“Jabber,” The ache in your abdomen pulls a whine from your lips.

“Nuh uh.” Jabber drawls before inhaling a deep lungful of smoke. “Hold out for me, yeah?”

His grip on your thigh keeps you firmly in place underneath him. The view of him from down here is breathtaking. The concentration laced between his eyebrows paired with the bliss dancing along his features is enough to have your cock chubbing up once more.

You throw your head back, fingers gripping the sheets underneath you to further ground your trembling form. The stickiness on your pelvis is only slightly uncomfortable, though you’re under the impression Jabber seems to like it. Of course he would. “I can’t. ‘S too much. Too much, baby.”

Jabber hums lowly, leaning down and giving you a mischievous glare before exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke into the distance between you both.

The hand which once held your head in place now grips your face in a three-finger grip. He shines a toothy grin down at you and watches your eyes bolt shut at the sudden gesture. Then, comes the coughing fit. “I’m sure you know that makes it worse.”

Your coughs are violent and throaty. Tears prick your eyes and you pull in a deep breath of air in a failed attempt to fill your lungs with oxygen. The plowing inside of you doesn’t ease up— in fact, it seems to speed up. The headboard bangs against the wall loudly. Luckily, the distance between the houses on your block are quite great.

Wrapping your fingers around Jabber’s forearm, you blink up at the culprit of your deprivation of air. “Y-you asshole.”

Jabber shrugs, “I am what I eat, right?” He pulls out of your glistening hole only to plunge back in. The melody of his hips against you is a loud, filthy song. His movements as controlled as they are quick. You won’t admit it out loud, but Jabber is fucking good at this. “Catch your breath, baby. I gotta hit it one more time.”

You would roll your eyes if you weren’t so sensitive it hurts. His thumb caresses your jaw gently in much contrast to everything else he’s doing. It’s his way of comforting you. “Okay,” You nods subtly, “I can do it.”

“You can do it.”

*~•~*

Enjin

“Shit,” Enjin huffs out a chuckle, watching as your form trembles above his. His large palm squeezes your hip and holds you upright while he stares into the glossy orbs that are your eyes. “Just like that. Atta boy.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek to conceal the pants and whimpers threatening to escape. Your thighs quiver around Enjin’s. How long does he expect you to keep this up?

There’s a hand on the back of your neck, then you’re pulled down so you’re just inches away from his face. His eyes are low and a soft red hue. His yellow irises stare back into yours. You’d shy away if you weren’t fucking yourself to another orgasm in his lap.

“That’s it. Like taking that dick, don’t you?” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah, you do. Look at you, already so eager for another nut.”

You retreat into the crook of his neck. “Enjin!” He’s so fucking vulgar, and what for?

“Aw, I’m sorry. C’mere.” Enjin kisses your cheek before biting down on your bottom lip. “Say ahh.”

His hips snap against you, jostling your body above him much quicker than it was previously. Your fingers dig into the couch to ground yourself. Without a second thought, you part your lips.

A thick cloud of smoke invades your space. Immediately, you flinch and let out a cough. One turns to another then another. It had come in contact with your eyes which caused you to bolt them shut.

Enjin doesn’t allow you to catch your breath before he’s thrusting back into your sensitive, spent body. His fingers grip your jaw, “Look at me, baby.”

So you do. Your chest rises and falls heavily, still singed from the smoke.

“Catch your breath. We still have the rest of the night.”

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pleeassseeee come back n post more, ma, I miss u /platonic

AYEWHATTHE— careful, I’m easy. 🫦 Don’t worry, honey bun. I’m writing! 🖤

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Hope you are doing well!!

Thank you, Anon! I’m doing a-okay. 🤎 I hope all is well for you as well.

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*oh— I’m a 18+ blog by the way…my bad, twin*

Naito Mudano is hot.

Jabber Wonger is hot.

Ryusei Shidou is hot.

Shinya Momoiwa is hot.

Vegeta is hot.

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masseuse! levi ackerman. repost. +18.

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masseuse! levi who absolutely hates his job. rubbing and touching random, dirty people all day definitely wasn't something he enjoyed, but hey, whatever pays the bills right? until you starting coming in more often, requesting him every. single. time.

your skin was always so soft and smelled like shea butter that made his head dizzy, it was music to his ears hearing the small groans of pleasure whenever his calloused hands reached that certain spot in your back or rubbed deeply into the backside of your thighs, slowly trailing up to the plush of your ass.

so you can just imagine how drunk he was on the whiny moans that bounced off of the walls of the small room as he held your waist tightly while licking a long strip of your cunt, puckering his lips and spitting on your clit before sucking harshly, pulling another high pitched moan from your lips.

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Enjin/Jabber x male!reader

Jabber x male!reader

Mudano x fem!reader

TEMPORARY HOLD!! (all J.A.B.B.E.R fics are currently stalled)

J.A.B.B.E.R (rewritten)

J.A.B.B.E.R part 2

E.N.J.I.N (J.A.B.B.E.R prequel)

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a/n: denki baby let’s make a home video 🙂‍↕️

“told you to stop sending me twitter porn, freak.” you scoot away from him in bed.

“babe we gotta try it.” he grabs your waist and scoots you back over. “what? you don’t like me all of a sudden?” he peppers kisses across your hot cheeks. “just watch it.”

he watches you open the link, the way you squirm, watching the girl hump against the guys abs. the way she moans, the way her thighs shake, the guy looking up at her like she’s hung the stars.

“let’s make our own.” he nudges his nose against your neck.

“our own what?” you purse your lips.

“video. of you rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” he starts to kiss the side of your neck.

“you don’t have any abs.” you close your phone, tossing it aside.

“shut up.” he chuckles. “you can ride my face after while i jerk my shit.” he nips at your pulse.

you push him back on the bed and push his shirt up and he’s quick to tug it off, watching with lidded eyes as you shimmy out of your sleep shorts. you straddle his waist, looking down at the phone he’s hold in one hand while the other his resting on the back of your thigh.

“c’mon pretty.” he flexes his muscles and that’s all the coaxing you need. “pull this shirt up for me.” he slides the hand on your thigh up, dragging the fabric of one of his shirts up your body.

he hums when you press yourself against his abs, lifting the shirt up to your neck in the process. you give an experimental grind of your hips and a soft moan slips from your lips. you press harder, fingers curling into the shirt you’re holding up. he flexes again, your breath catches as you follow the ripple.

“nghh fuck!” you gasp, perked clit pressing right against his hard muscle.

“feels good?” he looks up at you with a lazy grin.

you nod your head and hump against him faster, chasing that building heat in your tummy. he lets his hand on your waist slide up to your tits, kneading and playing with your nipples, pulling the softest sounds from your lips. he can feel how wet you’re leaving him and he squints his eyes with an idea.

“keep those eyes open.” he pinches your nipple, accompanied by a little zap.

“denki!” your mouth falls open when he gives the same treatment to your other nipple.

he drops his phone and grabs onto you with both hands, rubbing all over, stopping to send little shocks to your nipples that make you melt. you’re drooling, pleading, thighs shaking right on the edge, when you feel it.

“ahh! denk- denki please!”

electricity flows through his abs, through your slick going straight to your pussy and your hips stop, orgasm tearing through you as you soak his muscles. he keeps you moving until you’re spent and he’s pulling you up his chest.

“wha-?” you blink.

“sit on my face.” he pulls you down to his mouth.

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Hello everyone! My name is Ariah and I'm somewhat of a beginning when it comes to writing. I am also starting a book on wattpad currently.

I am currently 19 and a female. I am Indo and afro Jamaican and I am also a Scorpio. (I'm also currently obsessed with the Jackson 5 right now)

My writing will always written with a black/poc in mind. If anyone outside of that demography wants to read my stories you are always welcome to. I don't intend on writing any outside of my comfort zone yet.

What I WILL write.

Fluff

OCs

Angst

Requests (when open)

headcanons

short stories

oneshots

Song fics?

Text fics?

twt fics?

What I WON'T write.

Smut (for now until I feel comfortable with my writing)

Graphic Gore

Incest

Hate Speech

Pedophilia

Non-con

anything I feel uncomfortable writing

Please be respectful when send requests. Thanks for stopping by! 💋