Whenever I post and itâs not a writing it feels like Iâm talking to the voidđ But I just wanted to say please donât get in my dms with bs. How are some of you this entitled and I just started posting lolol
thinking about !virgin shigaraki who is infatuated with you but conceals it, sneaking around in your room whenever you left to go about your business. He steals little things you wonât notice, going into your romper for the occasional pair of dirty panties and replacing them with the last ones he stole, now stiff and crusty with his dried semen. He goes into your drawers, spraying your perfumes and rolling around your bed when you take too long to come back.
!virgin shigaraki who absolutely loves when you pamper him, despite his little attitude and upturned nose. He bathes and sits on the toilet afterwards, allowing you to stand between his thighs and blow dry his hair. On special occasions you rub thick lotions over his back, from cheap drugstore lotions to the lavish, scented ones you keep to yourself. It doesnât matter, as long as you have your hands on him.
!virgin shigaraki who one day gets caught up in your room one particular night after your long disappearance. You hadnât told anyone how long youâd be gone, how was he supposed to know when to be up and out of there! Itâs not his fault, you shouldnât have left your door unlocked. Itâs not like you havenât seen him naked anyways.
!virgin shigaraki who is splayed out across your bed with his shorts down to his knees, fucking his fist and whispering to himself in that creaky little voice of his, crying. His hair is laid back against your pillows and his other hand is busy holding a photo up of your soapy bare form in the shower.
!virgin shigaraki who doesnât come out of your room until mid afternoon the next day, having spent the night with his hands fastened to the headboard up above him, getting his nuts drained over and over and over again until heâs shooting blanks and can no longer produce tears
how it feels putting characters i hold near and dear to my heart in the most excruciating, heartbreaking, and emotionally torturous situations possible. or porn scenarios
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Uh Oh! Recently, Aizawa has been extremely stressed with juggling hero work and the future of his students! His lack of an emotional output leads him right home, where he feels he neglected his beautiful wife.
CW: FLUFF + NSFW, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, squirting, yearning, teasing, etc. yearning, yearning, yearning, did i mention yearning? Aizawa loves his wife.
WC: 4k
You knew Aizawaâs favorite dish was beef stew on his most stressful days. And these past two months were nothing short of purgatory for him.
Purgatory being the overwhelming pile of duty and responsibility dumped on him with every coming week. Every day would bring forth more training than the last, straining his quirk with the intention to raise the next generation to prove better than the previous.
In short, he's worn out. A dry, wrung out towel left to lie outside.
To make matters worse, he hadnât seen you, the woman he holds higher than himself, in eons. Of course, he makes arrangements to see you that loophole the UA dorm policy, and he makes sure to fill you in on daily events.
But it just wasnât enough. Not for him.
â âM home, sweetheart.â
Aizawa drags himself through the front door of yours and his shared home, hooking his key onto the holster as he eyes you in the kitchen.
His shoulders immediately release tension as the scent of layered seasoning waft his nostrils. Aizawa constantly insists you donât have to do something so sweet and ambitious, yet you act on your own accord.
And he can't help but run his tongue over his teeth in restraint. You look perfect, even from the back. Wrong, especially from the back.
â Shouâ. â Your nickname for him leaves your lips wrapped in affection. Angling your head over your shoulder to greet him with a sweet smile as your not exactly able to leave the stove.
âI didnât think the bags under your eyes could get anymore full,â you giggle as you read his exhausted body. Slouched shoulders, heavy eyes and untamed locks.
He pokes his lower lip out. Real funny.
âYeah yeah, laugh it up,â he huffs, unraveling his capture scarf and hanging it beside his key. Rounding the kitchen island and perching his chin over your shoulderânose nudging into the crook of your neck as his crimson eyes watch you do your magic. âHere I am looking forward to seeing you and the first thing you do is insult me.â
"You know Iâm playing with you,â you huff, plating a hefty amount of mixed beef stew and rice. He quietly thanks you. âI even think itâs a look on you.â
âSometimes I think you pray for my demise.â He speaks into your neck.
âYou'll never know.â
His lips purse to add a few, lazy kisses to the side of your smooth neck. Enjoying the scent of cocoa scented lotion he finds there. Aizawa was a man who appreciates the minor detailsâsomething as little as a small accessory or even a change in body wash never went unnoticed.
You crane your neck to kiss above his brow, in response he lets out a low purr and takes his plate.
â âM not as exhausted as I was for the past week,â he starts, taking a small trek to the dining room table. âI can actually spend a little time with you, tânight.â
You crack a smile when he makes that revelation. The octave in his voice made it obvious heâs looking forward to spending his crumbs of free time with you. You donât respond until after you set the lid onto the pot of beef stew.
âYou being here is enough to make me feel good," You remark. âAsleep or awake.â
Aizawa then takes his first bite of food to mask how much your words really tug his heart strings.
"Well," He speaks between bites. "I still have to teach tomorrow. I hope it's fine that I just spend a few hours with you in the house."
You hum. "I don't expect you to drag yourself around the city to go to a fancy restaurant with me."
"I know. Just wish I could provide a little mâ"
"Youâre doing enough, Shouâ. I promise."
He blinks, chewing around a mouthful of food as he meets your winsome eyes with his own.
His middle finger idly taps on the metal chopsticks he was using. A tiny tick you noticed he had when he was saying less than he was thinking.
Not only that, but his lower lip slightly poked out. He's frustrated.
"Just saying." He murmurs. Sinking his teeth into a new bite. "I don't want to give you false hope. Though I wish I had some scraps of time every now and then to just ... be here."
You give him a forgiving smile.
"Sometimes I hope you have a little time for me. But I understand you're training a generation of heroes and saving lives." Your lips meet his cheek. "How could my pretty husband get any more badass, huh?"
Aizawa was always thankful you understood his circumstances. You're bold, but you're also perceptive.
One of the billion things he adores about you.
âI promise. One day Iâll take us somewhere. Maybe a different country.â
He angles his face so his nose grazes against yours. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips as he remains unmoving. The tension in the air thickened to the point where it was physical as cotton candy. You smile and nudge your nose against his.
Oh Aizawa loves you so fucking much.
Moments like these are rare, where he just gets to enjoy you.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, dismissing his food as he gravitates toward your jawâclosing his lips into the space between your chin and neck. You hum and angle your head upward, allowing him more workspace. He nips a small love bite into your skin before kissing over it. Then he leans in for your lips.
You withdraw. Aizawa pauses to search your face. Wondering if heâd done something wrong.
"Finish eating, M'kay?" You run along his inky locks with a few fingers. If he kept doting on you like this, the food would go cold. "Then join me on the couch. Iâll make you feel extra comfortable.â
Aizawa snorts, pecking the inside of your palm.
âYou spoil me entirely too much," He murmurs. You snicker at his words instead of denying them. No use, he and you both knew it was true.
You spend the next few minutes setting the living space for Aizawa and you. His favorite pastime activity was lounging around the house, specifically, lounging on you.
The man in question palms his hands onto paper towel after washing and drying the dishes in the sink. It was only fair he did after you went through the trouble cooking.
Heâs real uptight with the lack of time he's able to spend with you, especially now that UA enforced the dorm policy. It was on rare nights like this he could organize some short hours to spend with you.
He huffs, ruby eyes drifting over to the open door that leads to the living room.
You're so perfect, and here he is. Managing brief interactions with you. The house is basically yours at this point, and he's just a frequent visitor. Aizawa knows the importance of all he does, yet some nights he still wishes that somehow, he could have you at his hip. Childish, non-logical wishes heâd scold himself for if he wasnât in love.
But fuck it. He has you tonight. You have him tonight.
Heâd be damned if he let an inconvenience get the best of tonight.
Running his blunt nails through his hair, he turns off the kitchen light and stalks off to the living room.
âI really appreciate your work in the kitchen. You know you donât have tââ
Before he could even pass the doorframe, he pauses.
There you sit.
Quietly filing your nails with your knees against your chest. Pouty lips pursed with the effort of sculpting your nails to be the shape you desire. But what really stole his breath were the pajamas youâre sporting.
You look like a forbidden fruit. Dipped in honey and dangling above his eyes after years of being starved. Wrapped in a tiny, black cami and the smallest black shorts that hug the plushy soft of your thighs. He mustâve been staring for too long, because when his eyes finally snap back to yours, youâre staring right back at him. Amused.
"Didn't think your definition of a relaxing night was spectating, Shouâ." You huff a laugh, settling the nail file on the coffee table once his feet finally enter the room.
He offers you a tranquil smile as he lifts his shirt over his skull, âThat so bad? That I wanna appreciate my gorgeous, smart, adoring wife?â He questions, tossing his top over the armrest of the couch. Baring his stout body to your curious eyes.
Shrugging, you open your arms. A quiet invitation.
"You can appreciate me physically."
A smile pulls at the corner of his lips. He'd be a damn liar if he said he wasn't looking forward to this. To you.
The cushions dip and Aizawa crawls over your body with the grace of a feline. Not predatory. Worshipful was best fit.
A hushed sigh slips from your husbandâs lips as he rests the side of his cheek over your breast, fluttering his crimson eyes shut as tension decays from his muscles. Not wasting a moment, you glide your fingers over his inky locks, fondness swirling through your body when he twitches and lets out a satisfied sigh.
Then a noise rumbles throughout his body.
A low purr. He canât count the days heâd been looking forward to this. To you.
He nuzzles further into your cleavage. âI just want to enjoy you. Havenât gotten a moment like this with you in two months, sweetheart.â
Your head dips, planting a chaste kiss to his forehead as the vibrations from his body travel over to yours. He lifts his head with dialated pupils. âI need to know. How have you been,â he shifts, completely dwarfing your body with his own. âWith me being absent, and all.â
You hum. The purr his body emits tells you he was vulnerable. Naked. Happy.
âWell.â You start, mirroring his softened eyes. âFor one, I got my nails done.â
You bring the sleek of your palm to his face. Aizawaâs crimson gaze flit accross the pink shade with curious, but satisfied eyes.
âCute. You always did love pink.â He murmurs. Nose bumping against the tip of your nail before he pokes a small kiss to it.
âAnything else?â
You run your nail over his lower lip as a new memory teeters over your tongue.
âIâve gone out a few times, went to a few ⌠clubs.â You admit. But Aizawa wasnât the type of man to lack trust in a partner. Especially you.
âA few clubs eh?â He grumbles, peppering more kisses over your neck and up the underside of your jaw. His locks tickling your skin.
âCouldâve sent me a few photos. You know how amazing you look when you doll yourself up.â
âDo I not always look amazing?â
âDonât start.â Aizawa leans in, his lips closing over yours. You relax immediately, tongue slipping over his own as he shifts himself to sit onto his haunches. Eventually hovering over your upper thighs.
You watch your husband dip beneath your jaw and peck at your collar bone. His messy locks grazing against your skin while he explores the routes heâd left untouched for so long.
âI canât say it enough, butâŚâ you giggle under your breath as his ear tickles your neck. âI really missed you. Even when Iâm proud of all you do IâŚâ
He blinks slow, like a cat expressing affection. Idly biting the inside of his cheek, he waits for you to finish.
âI just wish I you could fall asleep beside me every night. Like, before those dorms were policy.â You breathe. Finally pushing out that quiet burden you never bared to the surface.
Aizawa blinks, digesting your vulnerable words.
Finally, his hand slips aginst the pillow, and cups your soft cheek. His thumb stroking tiny circles into your skin.
âI knew you were keeping in more than what you were telling me.â He murmurs. Watching your face soften into a tiny smile.
He offers a broken smirk of his own.
Then, his free hand glides over your stomach. Down your shorts, and hovers over your crotch. With two fingers, he gently pats over your clothed crotch.
âHowâs she been without me, huh?â
Your thigh jumps. You hadnât been touched by Aizawa in so long, it nearly felt foreign.
Your head shakes with honesty. âDry.â
Aizawa snorts. A bittersweet response on his end. He didnât want to leave you with an itch inside you that he could only scratch.
He quietly hooks his fingers onto the elastic of your pajama shorts, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.
âYou donât have toâŚâ you start, sensing uncertainty.
âI want to, sweetheart. How long as this pussy gone uneaten?â
Heâs serious. You feel the subtle twitch in his pants as his lower half rests against yours. And the look in his eye made it clear he wouldnât reevaluate his decision.
You scout his expression a while longer before silently nodding. Anticipation boiling beneath your skin.
Aizawa hums. Prying your shorts down your knees and off your ankles with gentle precision.
Pink panties. A classic.
He doesnât waste another second wafting his thumb over the line of your puffy lips. Softly prodding through the top and grazing the clothed hood of your clit. You bite your lip as electricity sparks your stomach.
âSee? You donât even remember my touch.â He murmurs in thought.
You canât help the way your thigh instinctively parts when he starts to map your inner lips through the cotton fabric. Eventually, his head sits between your thighs as he shuffles down the couch. It was long enough to fit both his and your bodies (bless Aizawaâs double income).
He hums, placing an unchaste kiss over your inner thigh, eyeing up your reactions as he scatters your skin with affection.
âYouâd better make up for lost time,â you huff with sportive undertone. He cracks a smile against your thigh when your fingers dip into his mussed hair.
âIâve never failed to make you come before. Donât underestimate my skills.â
His tongue laps over the fabric of the pantiesâa test. Then he begins to eat you through the garment.
You let out a quiet moan, Aizawa uses his fingers to keep your thighs parted. Watching his spit and your moisture soil your own panties with satisfaction. The outline of you looked delicious under the light, he felt himself twitch in his pants.
âCan I see?â
âMhm.â
He pries the panties aside. Enjoying the sight of your pussy, gone too long without his touch.
âThere it is. My stress reliever.â He swipes his tongue from the rim of your hole, up to the hood of your clit. Bare, naked. Listening to your happy moans, he finally puts his versatile fingers to use and uses his thumb to softly circle the bud that rests snugly above your slit. Then he leans in and wedges his tongue inside.
God, he missed this pussy.
Missed it so much he couldnât help the grunt that escapes him when he properly tastes you.
âOh my⌠god,â you breathe, listening to the wet noise of Aizawa gently munching on you. Heâs not usually a messy eater⌠but he misses his wife. And when he misses his wife, he atones for his absence
Even if it was something intimate and small, like performing oral on you.
âWanâ me to fuck you with my fingers?â he questions, voice muffled with the effort of tonguing your gummy walls.
âMhm, please,â you whine, thighs squirming under the firm grip of his free hand. âFuck me âZawaâmm, no, I need your cock.â
âNot until you squirt on my tongue.â
His response is rhetorical. Your pleasure comes first. A silent rule he engraved into the relationship even when it was first starting its embers.
With hazed eyes, you peek down at him. He spans his big palms over both your inner thighs to spread them further, then he inserts two fingers. Your face twists in pleasure, he prods around until he finds that spongey weak spot, exploiting it until youâre crying out.
Crimson eyes watch you writhe as Aizawa pleasures your gorgeous cunt. Your face and the way your body twists steal his breath so easily, he could marry you 80 times over and still not tire of it.
His fingers exit you with a quiet ' pop! ' While you protest at the loss, he settles on his haunches. His heavy bulge visible as he twirls his finger in gesture.
"Hands and knees. Wanna make all of you feel good."
Rolling onto your stomach, you mange a breathy giggle. "You greedy man."
"Starved. Now show me that cunt, pretty."
You don't even get the chance to breathe. The second you raise the fat of your ass, Aizawa uses his big hands to grab each cheek and drag you back to his insatiable tongue.
His nails mark crescent moons into your skin with his tight grip, Aizawa sloppily grinds his tongue from the tight ring of your ass back down to your eager lips. He murmurs a low 'so fucking good,' that goes unnoticed when you moan over him. Your back arches beautifully, and that's how Aizawa knows your nearing the end.
"Missed you... sâmuch." You sob, squealing at the feeling of him jamming two fingers through your slit rapidly.
Your slur makes his grip ease. You're so sweet, even like this.
âI know, sweetheart. Let me make you come,â caressing the globe of your ass with a hand, he makes a silent note to himself that you were upset about your time apart.
His tongue darts out to his soiled chin while he angles his fingers, a wet âsquelch!â âsquelch!â âsquelch!â Bouncing accross the walls in the living area as your thighs start to tremble. His nose grazes against one of your cheeks, planting a soft kiss to the soft fat as he focuses on coaxing a mind numbing orgasm from your body.
You donât even get to warn him. Your brand new nails claw at the arm rest of the couch as you spiral off the edge. You spray, layering his forearm and chest with fluid as you squirm and shudder under the pressure of an amazing orgasm. Something Shouta knew how to expertly pull out of you.
âThere you go⌠so fucking pretty.â Aizawa coos, hushing your whines with strokes along your spine and low praise. His teeth lightly bite into his lower lip as he watches the aftermath; soft panting, the sight of your soaked thighs and the tiny smile you were hiding in your forearm. It all made for a sickly sweet meal that had him pulling you into his arms, smothering the side of your face with apologetic kisses.
âToo rash? Can you do another round sweetheart?â Aizawa questions while you rest against his scarred chest. His hair tickles your shoulders as he leans down and kisses your temple.
Craning your face up to meet eyes, you offer a serene smile. One that he considers therapeutic.
âI said I wanted your dick, didnât I?â You flutter the daint lashes that flourish your eyes, strength flowing back to your legs. He couldnât be anymore proud â squirting and then pleading for dick. What a sweet girl he has. Noâyou have him stretched and skewered around your finger.
Giving you a moment to breathe, he gathers your limp body into his arms and stands without haste. Carrying the both of you over the the bedroom.
âYou are insatiable, you know that?â
âYou corrupted me.â
His hooded gaze doesnât stray from yours as he nudges the bedroom door open with a foot, settling you onto the mattress.
Thereâs something placid about the moment. You voicelessly study his body; the newfound scars that cloak him, his growing stubble and the undeniable lust in his vision.
He shakes his head ever so slightly, because yeah. He fucking wishes he'd get this every night. The banter, the touching, the silent intimacy â what he wouldn't give to have you content like this. Aizawa splays your knees outward to have a non-obscured view of that perfect pussy. Moon kissed with the light that darts through the window and glistening with your past orgasm.
Fuck.
He could eat you out all night, if he really wanted to. But if you wanted dick, dick is what your husband would give you.
"Condom?" He asks, withdrawing his hands to shed his jeans until they pool at his ankles.
You glimpse over your knee and look at him incredulously. You always insist that you're on the pill, yet he's always preaching about responsibility. He snorts to himself.
"Alright, then.."
After fishing his cock out his boxers, he drags the heavy, warm weight along your cunt. Quietly observing the way you squeeze around nothing.
"Shou'..." You whine when he drags out your anticipation.
He hums, having half a mind to make you gag on his middle and ring finger. He wants to be tender tonight, to make love to his wife.
So, he continues to guide his tip along your slit until it catches on your opening â then he slowly guides himself in until you swallow his bulbous tip. You shudder at the familiar feeling, going so long without it that it felt foreign. He soundlessly observes your expression before he pushes more of himself in.
Eventually, the back of your thighs meet the pubic follicles on his pelvis. Aizawa mutters a tiny â fuck â as you take him so snugly into your pussy.
He hadnât even begun moving, and youâre already cock drunk. Your knees on either sides of your ears as Aizawa folds you into a deeep mating press.
âIâshit, Shouâ. Please.â You whine. You donât know what youâre pleading for, but you hope he delivers.
With Aizawaâs locks hanging into your face, he slowly grinds his hips up into yours. Youâre mewling, unable to tell one feeling from another as he mutes you with a kiss.
This position forces your knees further against your shoulders â challenging your flexibility as he drove deeper into your body.
âYou always take it soâfuckingâgood,â he accentuates his words with 3 hard thrusts, making you whine and claw for a grip on something. Eventually finding purchase on his back.
Heâs grunting, now. Drilling into your poor, overstimulated cunt with calculated thrusts. To stabilize his body, he grips a fist onto the headboard. And fucks you into the sheets. His chest swells with pride when you cry out in ecstasy.
âMy sweet girl. Gorgeous fucking wife,â he mumbles a barely coherent string of compliments.
He falters, pressing a large hand on your lower belly. He knows itâs a hard hitter for you, and he never forgets to do it when youâre fucked dumb.
And how right he is, when your orgasm gets swept from beneath your feet. Aizawa curses, sheathing himself balls deep and slowly spilling his seed into your womb. You mewl out a long stream of â thank you ââs while you milk his cock for all itâs worth.
He's absolutely hypnotized as he comes down from his high. Studying the way his semen beads down to your ass and forms a white ring where you're both connected. He's convinced, right in that moment, you have him under a spell.
He hunches over your body, gently coaxing your legs to fall back into place. Placing lazy pecks to your skin as you settle back into reality.
âYou okay?â He questions, pawing at your waist to guide you into his chest. You nod in response, too fucked out to use your tongue for literacy.
Your hands absently trace the muscle of his shoulders as you hold each other, his pale skin stained with red lines caused by your nails.
âI lied.â
You lift your head in curiosity. He's already looking at you.
âThis is one of UAâs break weekends. Iâll be back for 4 days.â
You smile, twirling a lock of his black hair between your fingers.
I've been writing everyday and omg, my joints hurt
You jolt awake to a rustling at your window, sitting up and looking through bleary vision towards the fire escape through the hazy glass to see the outline of a broad man pulling up the latch. He watches you groan and wipe your face whilst climbing through, stepping on the clothes strewn across the floor. This brooding man has been a regular face in your life now, three years. Still no ring, or even a conversation about it. So youâve landed yourself in a shitty apartment with a roommate that eats your food and wears your clothes. One who also happens to look like you.
âMiguel- god, youâre making a mess.â You quietly fuss, half asleep as he knocks over a pile of magazines like a bull in a china shop, unaware of his own stature.Â
âItâs already a mess, itâs not me.â
âHush!â You whisper yell, putting your index finger up against the center of his chest, soaked with water.Â
âMy sister is home, you canât just come here whenever you feel like it. Especially not through my window!â
âYouâre yelling.â
âWell, you made me mad.â You mutter, picking up his mess. The now dampened glossy issues are scattered across the floor. You haphazardly wipe them off with your palm, cursing when it only seeps in deeper as he bumbles around the room, clearly waiting on something.
âWhat?â You hiss, not bothering to glance back at him.
âWill you come back?â He mumbles guilt stricken, scratching the back of his full head of hair.
âYou cannot be serious.â
âWe donâtâ we donât have to get back into it immediately. I just wanna figure something out, you know I donât wanna be apart.â
âShouldâve thought about that before, you bastard.â
âI didnât hear a no.â He waits in silence for a rejection, grinning when you donât give him a witty retort.
You stare at him through narrowed eyes, almost irritated at his gull before gently shaking your head. Youâve missed him too, despite his so very stupid behaviors. You lean in despite your annoyance.
âTheres mâgirl. I know youâve missed me.â he rubs your hip, firm yet sweet as he coaxes you into sitting on your queen sized mattress draped in too-big sheets. He bought them for you when you shared an apartment together, his apartment. You stayed rent-free and took the bedsheets from the king mattress just to spite him after he went and blew up the relationship.
âYou canât just waltz in here for sex, Miguel.â You huff, slapping his arm.
âI know, I know.â He presses his face into the corner of your neck, cooing ever so softly in your ear before sticking his tongue into the cavity. He watches you immediately flinch and pull back before scrunching up your face and giggling as you wipe out your ear.
âEw, Miguel, thatâs so weird!â You throw your head back and chortle, causing quiet movements to arise across your apartment. Pain in your sides ensues from the laughter. He looks at you like a kicked puppy from your teasing, making you pity him whilst coming down from your giggle fit.Â
ââM sorry, âm sorry, Iâm not supposed to laugh.â He nods in response to your now hushed whispers.
âI thought we were supposed to be quiet?â
âMm. Youâre right- good thing I can whisper good. Spiders, yeah?â He stares at you with a blank expression before sighing, bewildered at the woman in front of himâs ignorance.
âThatâs not a spider related quality.â
âThat doesnât matter, you know it all.â He opens his mouth, ready to let out a rude quip about your placement in the society when you place your hand on his chest, tracing his nipple through his soaked suit. His undereye twitches as he looks down at you.
âPlease, babe.â
âPlease what?â You look up, batting your lashes.
âAnything. Please, give me something.â He looks at you with glazed over eyes and blown out pupils. You sigh loudly.
âFine, fine.â You playfully answer as you climb on top of him, working your shirt over your head and he immediately reaches up to catch a nipple between his fingers, pulling roughly.
âEek!â
âShh.â You nod, trembling slightly as you purse your lips, watching him wrap his lips around a breast whilst playing with the hardening bud on the other. He wriggles his tongue against it before pulling away to press a gentle kiss to your collarbone. He gazes up at you with pleading eyes and thatâs enough for you, watching him implore in the dead silence of your dingy, tiny shared apartment.
âHow dâyou get your suit off?â He raises an eyebrow at that. That was upfront, and he didnât have to do much to get you to be. It has been a while since youâve been together, he just didnât expect such eagerness.
âYou designed it, chiquita.â
âWell yeah, but nobody seems to use anything the way its intended to be used.â
âPshh.â He messes around with his wrist watch and you stare as it disintegrates in electric blue colors around the ends. A few moments of silence pass.
â..God, Iâm so cool. Forgot I did that.â He lets a subtle smile pass his lips before pushing gently on your shoulder, the pressure registering almost immediately in your mind. You nod in silent agreement as you sink to your knees, already spitting in your hand as he pushes your hair back. You wrap your fingers around the already half-hard length, listening to his sighs and loud breaths. Itâs too good, ând youâre so pretty to last long like this. Not with your soft hands, and perfect boobs pressed against his nuts. Yeah, his nuts that are now swollen and aching to be emptied after so long. You make sure not to forget those, groping the round, swollen sack gently before lowering your head to lick around the now leaking tip, ignoring your own weeping slit. He watches through half lidded eyes, blood now already having rushed to his face as you push his length into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat rather quickly. Itâs intoxicating, the wet heat that is your mouth wrapped so tightly around the reddened glands. Youâre already bypassing that force soon after he feels the wall that is your uvula, gently nudging against his throbbing cockhead.
âHey- hey, let up, I wanna last long enough for you.â
You disregard that, still pushing forward until you can barely breathe, slightly heaving with every pulse of his cock stuck in your throat. Itâs hot, heavy, and pulsing against what feels to be your esophagus.You continue on anyway, driving him into your mouth before you nose is nestled in his dense pubic hair, breathing it in. The lack of oxygen makes you slightly dizzy as you listen to his strangled gasps. You gag as you slide back up before repeating the actions a couple more times, making him groan and lean over you, quivering. He gently wipes the tears from your eyes before forcing you up by grabbing the roots of your hair, yanking until you can breathe freely again. He gently rubs your shoulder, watching as you shake.
âTrying to kill yourself?â
âMm.â You hum in response, rubbing the slicked length with your soiled hand, pressing kisses to the sensitive crown with swollen, saliva covered lips. He stares at you before gently tugging at the roots of your hair again, this time ever so slightly, trying to tell you âCome up hereâ without words. You pick up on this and climb onto his lap and he helps you shed your cotton panties, the seat now drenched in slick.
âYouâve gotta stay quiet. I canât just waltz in here and do whatever I want- you have a roommate, remember?â He playfully gibes, looking you up and down before his gaze lingers around your lips.
âMhmm, I remember.â You suddenly gasp as you feel a painful stretch coming from your soaked orifice, making you shudder and wince. Trying to distract you with jokes, the cheeky bastard that he is.
âMiguel..!â You croon, pushing back against him, desperately trying to get him deeper inside, already having recognized the knot in your belly.
âUh-uh. Stay still, hermosa.â He whispers against your skin, the words barely apparent in your lust driven mind. You beg through unrecognizable words as he slowly stretches you out, the earlier burning having now fully delved into pure, blinding white-hot pleasure, leaving you stupid. He ruts his hips into yours, the small snaps causing your back to arch as you squeal, letting out brainless jabber in his ears. Somewhere along the lines he flips positions, leaving you on your knees, exposed to him.
âFu-uuck, Miguel! Miguel, please, need you deeper, yeah,â you continue to blabber on and he tunes you out, chasing his own high instead as he slams in and out, forcing the bed to push up against the wall. Itâll be sure to leave a mark. On both the wall and your cervix. He reaches underneath you from your waist, tracing around your vulva to find your clit. He plucks it before pinching gently, causing you to mewl and drool onto the sheets. He forces your head sideways, trying to silence your voice. He observes half of your blissed out expression with a conceited smirk, your hair sticking to your glistening skin before grinning and pinching harder. The constant probing causes the knot to tie even tighter and a warmth threatens to spill over as he vigorously beats at your inner walls. His balls draw up closer to his body heat as he releases into you, loudly groaning in your ear, still ramming his hips into your now convulsing body that has been overcome with pleasure, making you violently spasm. He slows down, eventually after you beg him to. You glance to where your bodies meet as he stops jerking his hips, clenching around him and pushing his limp dick from your burning walls, listening to the pathetic squelches and gurgles your stretched out cunt makes as it clenches onto cold air.
â..âm sorry.â He mumbles against your neck.
âFor what?â You sigh, not focused as he wraps his arms around you, his soft cock pressed against your ass cheek now soggy with your mixed bodily fluids.
âLetting you go. Iâm here now, though.â
âMm. This isnât automatically solved with sex, yâknow.â
A loud shuffling at the front of your home awakens you. Probably your husband, home from another work trip. You lie still, overcome by the gnawing pain from the cold traveling through your body. It doesnât help that your space heater has broken. Your knuckles, wrists, and feet have been bothering you for the last few winters, and its especially bad this night from the storm you saw on the news approaching. The same storm that your poor, poor overworked husband had to travel through to make it home to you tonight, and he needs to be cheered up. Especially after such a long trip, working to spoil your incomplete family. The bed dips. You roll over, still bundled up in your blanket.
âYouâre awake.â
âMhmm.â You hum out, still drowsy.
âDid everything go well, Leon?â
âUhuh.â He unties his boots, pulling his sore feet out of the worn out leather before tossing them aside to the closet and shuffling out of his work clothes into his old pajamas.Â
âTurn on the light. I wanna see you.â
âMm-mm, Iâm tired.â He sinks back into bed before shifting around on the mattress to hold you. You counteract this by tossing the blanket off despite the freezing air and rolling him onto his back.Â
âUh-uh, lie back.â You climb over him, straddling his upper thighs..
He looks up at you with an odd expression in the dark, his bottom lip tucked in and inner eyebrows heightened.
âYou alright?â You reach out, pushing his hair back and moving your hand towards his crotch before he grabs your wrist, rubbing the pulse point gently.
âNot right now. âM too tired.â
âI know, I know. But Iâm not. Let me do the work, just lay back.â You coo at him before rubbing his clothed chest and pulling the dingy t-shirt up over his head, grinning before reaching for his waistband.
âDâyou want me to take a pill?â
âNo, no. I donât feel like waiting.â
He looks up at you, stiff on the bed as he tries to ignore the steady panging in his lower back. You sit on his lap in a tattered blue night gown, smelling like vanilla and whatever lazy dinner you cooked yourself earlier. You never cook real meals when heâs not homeâ too used to cooking big portions, itâll spoil before you can eat it all.
âI didnât expect you back tonight, Leon. You shouldâve told me, I wouldâve drawn you a bath. Â Â Â Â Or atleast cooked dinner.â He reaches up and wipes the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement.
âI know.â He mumbles back and takes the frilly edges of your nightgown and pulls them all the way over your head. You push down against his lap and quietly groan before tugging his pants halfway down his thighs, clearly eager as you settle yourself back down onto him, pulling your hips back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth, creating an indulgent friction burn that will be sure to bite him back later. Its soon soothed by a driblet of slippery liquid seeping through the silken panties you brought for his 42nd birthday a couple years ago. Whilst grabbing for him underneath you, you pause and furrow your eyebrows.
âYou didnât put on underwear.â
âI knew youâd be like this.â
âOhoo, planning ahead for the wife.â You giggle, tugging the extra skin up and down, using the little slick from your cunt to help it glide. After a few tugs you awkwardly lean over him to slide the sodden panties down your legs before throwing them to the floor. He catches you by your waist, forcing you to hold your position over him until you feel a harsh hand wrap around the lump of flesh that is your breast. A warm set of lips wraps around your areola, suckling gently and causing the pretty bud to harden quickly.
âAck! Leon, I said I was gonna take care of it..!â You whine, pulling back only slightly, feeling too good to leave the tantalizing heat of his mouth yet. After getting him to let up, you reach back down, now focused on making him feel good. You ignore him palming the fat on your chest and his quiet groans, not bothering to tease him about it as heâll shut down. You look at the half hard appendage, deliberating on what to do next. You choose to make it quick, as he appears to be half asleep. Wiggling your swollen, slicked lips back and forth against it, it finally slips in and you moan out, your eyes shut as you sink all the way down.
âLeon, Leon, that- ugh, thatâs nice.â He listens to his name being called and watches through half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as he pants. Youâre squeezing him so tight, it feels like heâs about to nut already, even if he is only half hard. He haphazardly traces your skin damped from sweat and lotion from your belly to your clit, wiggling it with a calloused thumb. You jolt before squealing, rocking harder now, chasing your own pleasure and nearly forgetting about his. Itâs just so hard to, with his fat cock stretching your sopping, tight walls out.
âLeon!!â You gasp, beginning to bounce after a sharp swat to the asscheek forces you to remember who this is about. The pain lingers as you glide up and down against him, trying not to pull away too much as heâll slip out. The fastened knot in your belly begins to undo itself when he mumbles something about being âjust about thereâ before groping your left tit. You push against his hips harder and hear a strangled groan erupt from his lips before shuddering when feeling a pathetically tiny spurt inside of you.
You disregard it along with his overwhelmed whimpers in order to pursue your own selfish desires, frantically grinding down against him whilst simultaneously rubbing your bud as he left it during his peak. Sharp pangs in your belly ensue, making you tremble and tear us. You cry out, pleading and moaning brainlessly about a baby. He listens to it come out jumbled, staring up at your tits. He reaches for your cunt and swats your hand out of the way to rub the pearl himself, causing you to arch up off of him and climax. He lies there with pruned fingers, quivering from the aftermath as he listens to your stupid babbles. He slides out of you despite you muttering out complaints and climbs off of the bed. He heads to the bathroom to wipe himself clean before returning doing the same to you. He wipes the sweat underneath your breast, on the inside of your thighs, and attempts to wipe your folds before you stop him.
âLeave it. Maybe this time itâll take.â
âYeah, I know. You always say the same thing.â And with that, he tosses the rag to the floor before crawling into bed with you and resting his head on your still-heaving chest, content despite the body aches slowly returning from the lack of adrenaline. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and nuzzles his face against your breast before listening as you begin to speak.
âLeonn?â You drag out the last consonant of his name with your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
âMhmm?â He does the same.
âCan we, ah, go again?â You stare at the ceiling in absolute bliss, slightly regretting not allowing him to take the pill. He sighs loudly in annoyance before responding in a gruff voice.
not to involve myself in other ppls business but those two accounts on here that are writing very stereotypical and satrical smut or whatever it is. calling it satirical doesnt make it less weird and honestly, both of you are clearly very immature and unable to take criticism which makes me think you're young.
as black women, so many groups of people are already degrading and mocking us online so under the assumption that you both are black like you say. why do you feel the need to push harmful stereotypes against your own community? contributing to the stereotype isn't bringing awareness and at some point the line betweens making fun and participating becomes blurred.
anyways, i don't think any self respecting black woman would write the things that they do and respond the way that they do to the criticism, this would've been something to do in private between the two of you so that the rest of the internet doesn't have to suffer and yet here we are. maybe one day you'll both realize just how stupid and inherently harmful what you're doing is, intent doesn't matter and the thin veil of humor isn't saving you birds. if you have a passion for writing i hope you can use it for something other than parody stereotype pushing @suckmuballs @whotookmynameareuserious
This is so crazy cos I can think of ten different writers that specialize in x black readers or just have black ocs that I thought were satire before actually looking through their accounts. There are just so many of them, Iâve never seen these two accounts before. Authors regularly stereotype bw to the max in their writings to where I thought it was a weirdo writing this bs until I seen like 50000 word fics. Some of you mofos are weird, even if its a parody account.
This works for gender neutral readers, however, R may not make sense. Not sure why I kept switching tenses.
đŽA = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
He gets so sleepy afterwards but still manages to take care of you and himself. Minimal effort though. He cleans up, gets you water and a snack, mumbles about changing the sheets later and crawls into bed, handing you the remote.
đŽB = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Damn near every part of him is rugged, and despite the love you've so tenderly conveyed for it, he still prefers the least beaten down part of his body. His cock. Tall, wide, and brag worthy. His favorite part of yours are your hips, as they were something he recalled in your remembrance, swaying once you left. Bonus points for him being able to guide your pelvis into his with them.
đŽC = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Warm, yellowish cream color once cooled, and it leaves a tangy taste in your mouth after you're done wringing his no longer heavy sack dry. Short, frequent spurts for 10 or so seconds before he collapses onto your front, nearly smothering you to death. (foreshadowing for position?)
đŽD = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's considered asking you to allow him to tie you up using his scarf for his 2nd birthday you spent together. After the idea tumbled around in his head for a couple days he decided against it, thinking it would be 1, too rough as you've been vanilla the whole relationship. 2, unethical, its kinda weird to use his quirk in bed. And 3, why spoil the surprise you've already planned? He was enlightened via card charges. Yeah, you used his card.
đŽE = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
He knows what he's doing, how to get you to open up and how to make you squeal. He's only had a couple serious s/o's before you, so he relies on using the archives stored in the back of his mind to guess where he should focus on until he knows your body better.
đŽF = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything that doesn't exert a lot of energy. When he was younger he enjoyed pronebone quite a bit, but his back pain prevents too much lower body movement so he prefers you to do the work, so any cowgirl positions. With an asprin he enjoys missionary so he can see you.
đŽG = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not goofy, but he definitely made awkward jokes about his shortcomings during your first few times. He'd rather listen to your jokes instead, as his own self deprecating jokes are a little sad.
đŽH = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I feel like he's superrr hairy. Like, lumberjack hairy, so his pubes are unkempt. It got stuck in your teeth quite frequently, initially. After you commented on it he got embarrassed and began to trim it regularly. Besides that, black hair dispersed in the usual areas, thicker around the pecs, thinner around the mid back. Of course he's got belly hair, and the treasure at the bottom of the trail will make you very happy.
đŽI = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)
Eye contact is his specialty. Quite literally. He'll pretends to not be into the slow, intimate kisses but he enjoys them. Actually prefers them, as this is more of a bonding thing for him than pure lust, to which he only submits to on occasion.
đŽJ = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He gets himself off quite often(2-3 times a week), as he's too tired to do anything more but doesn't want to ask you to do it for him because he knows he'll be half asleep when returning the favor? He refuses to start anything knowing he won't finish it, he knows how that feels. To put all of his effort into something and it doesn't pay off. Besides, blue balls suck. He wouldn't do that to you, no. (blue labia?)
đŽK = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He lovessss having his hair pulled. He doesn't tell you though, you have to figure it out one night when he's too focused on pummeling your insides to hear you pleading him to slow down. You grasp at the roots of his hair at the base of his neck before jerking roughly, groaning loudly when he suddenly stops to hear him groaning the same.
đŽL = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
He prefers the bed or couch, as they don't hurt his back much but will rough you up any place you request, as long as its appropriate. The furthest you've gone was a grocery store bathroom after a particularly long dry spell that the both of you caused.
đŽM = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
After a good nights sleep, nothing will top seeing you wander around the house half dressed. Even though its not inherently sexual and he's seen you a million times in a million ways, it does something to his body that he can't quite explain.
đŽN = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Nothing including anyone else, and absolutely no pain on his end. Sharing you sounds like a nightmare. Why would he want to see his baby that way? It was hard enough to get him to open up to you, he'd never open up to someone else that'll expect you to open up too. He already puts up with your biting and scratching, with anymore he'd question if a rabid animal bit you.
đŽO = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Prefers receiving, but he's good at giving so he regularly does. He consistently performs oral on you after work, as if he refuses for too long you'll jump his bones on the weekend. Besides, its relieving knowing you're content even if some nights he doesn't want to go all the way.
đŽP = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He deliberately moves slow and deep when in control, insanely focused on not coming too early when making sure you're pleased before he can have his way.
đŽQ = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
They're okay. He could go without, but whenever you ask he can't deny you. Over the couch, his desk, the car, the shower. Doesn't matter, it's all worth it knowing he's the one making you cum.
đŽR = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He prefers to stay comfortable in his apartment or yours to do anything serious, but you've messed around in his car before going to work. Despite his nervousness, you've coaxed him into trying butt stuff. He claimed he'll never do it again. It wasn't painful, just weird, but you did manage to hit his prostate with your middle finger and it left an impression. He's already ordered everything to explore that whilst you're on a trip with your friends, lolol
đŽS = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
Initially, he would last for five or so minutes inside, but with time he's figured out to last as long as you need him to, especially since you deny him so often.
đŽT = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He regularly used one of those really basic clear silicone sleeves during college until you found it and threw it out, replacing it with a mechanic one. Instead of being grateful he stupidly kept quiet about his distaste for it until you pushed him to talk to you about whatever he was upset with. You soon after realized he was attached to the poor, worn out thing and got him a safer, identical one that he could break in after work.
đŽU = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's not super unfair, but he teases. You'll always finish though. On occasion you don't, he'll have to clench his teeth and deal with the payback the next time you climb onto him.
đŽV = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He's not quiet, but he's not loud. He doesn't even pay attention to the noises he makes, as he's often focused on the ones you're making but his aren't lost on you. It sounds like he's being squeezed to death, simply because he is. Breathy, strained, nearly painful moans fall from his lips when you're straddling him.
đŽW= Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Though he tells you its inappropriate to send him unanticipated nudes or messages, he very much looks forward to them every friday. Yeah, you send them during his lunch break at a set time. So its not unexpected, but you both play into it so he can come home that night and have his way.
đŽX = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Better side of average, brown tip to match his nips, darker underside and ofc, a heavy sack to match. I think its 5.5 inches, not too big, not too small. For sure thick. He's a shower and has to buy rather tight briefs to cup him right, as its not really appropriate for his dick to stick to his thigh at work.
đŽY = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Moderate, but he'd rather take care of himself than start you up as you'll never climb off. He can only go twice on a good day off from work, maybe thrice if he's feeling well and makes you take the reigns. Ya go at it two or three times a week pre war, once a week post time skip.
đŽZ = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Rather quickly, as soon as you'll let him he'll close his eyes and doze off. But of course, he has responsibilities so he'll go on and do whatever must be done, even half assing it to take a nap or get into bed sooner.
