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AMERICA’S SPOILED SWEETHEART ꪆৎ introduction.

𑜷🍰🍓 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄 ,, ⸻ ⌗ SEVYN / SEVY. KING OF POP’S SWEETHEART. CREATOR OR BD!STACK. SOULAAN. GENDERFLUID. NINETEEN. SOMETIMES ACTIVE. MULTIFANDOM. DRABBLES, THOUGHTS, SMAU’S. BLACK!READER.

[cravemyhoney]

╰───⌲ HEIGHTENED SENSES, logan howlett.

being logan’s wife had its perks, he was the most caring man you’d ever known. he was sweet in his own.. gruff way. always buying an extra quantity of an item because he knew you’d want more of them. say for instance, oreos. he knew better than to only get you one case of them; knowing that they’d be gone in a millisecond and he’d have to trail his behind back to the store to get you more. he’d also buy you flowers every week; making sure that you still felt loved and appreciated even while being well into you two’s marriage. logan wanted nothing more than for you to still feel his love, as he would never stop loving you.

but.. being logan’s wife also came with other perks. one of being the fact that you didn’t have to initiate sex, because logan already knew when you wanted him. he could smell your arousal from a mile away. so when he smells the fact that your pussy is practically flooding, it doesn’t take long before he’s between your thighs and feasting on you like it’s nobody’s business.

“oh fuck! l-logie!” the sound a hitched moan spilled out of your mouth as you looked down at logan between your plump brown thighs as he feasted on your essence. logan simultaneously sucked on your overstimulated bundle of nerves while also stopping to send nice and long flicks up and down your pussy lips. your hand instantly became intertwined with his dark brown locs.

“why’re you doing me like thiss!” you whined as a shiver rolled down your spine. “smelling how wet you were; the whole entire day drove me fucking crazy.” logan grumbled, pausing between the juicy kisses he was giving your clit. your eyebrows began to furrow as you proceeded to let out a very pornographic moan. the sound of your moan fueled logan’s primal need to devour you. his mouth went even more wide and wet, tounge continuously the slits of your walls and circling your clit.

a pool of heat started to form in your stomach, your muscles started to tense and the familiar feeling of being close to your peak started to take over you. “logie, hah—‘m gonna cum!” you declared, ripping your hand away from logan’s locks and instead proceeding to fist the sheets. “cum f’me hun,” logan grumbled. the sound of his words didn’t even get to linger in the air for a moment before you released, your back arched off of the bed and you’re muscles tightened. juices began gushing and trailing out of your essence, and right into logan’s mouth. he instantly began lapping up every trail of cum.

this was a originally an ask.. but tumblr took it down, so i’m going to say thank you to @aizawash0e for requesting this! i love you so much! i swear if tumblr takes this down too i WILL be sending a VERY angry email to them!

a while back @pyraomen you sent me a ask similar to this idea, and i never got back to you… but! i thought since you sent it.. you might like this little drabble.

taglist @oakiewritestew @li-da-savage @thickianaaaa @omgffs @aizawash0e

[pyraomen]

i need to change my username i have not wrote for sukuna attttt alllll

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i really said i was done writing and then dropped heat all in one month …

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i would let michael and chris tucker TAKE ME UP THROUGH THERE!!

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Theme???? So beautiful

thanks pookie pieee!

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𑜷 CAUSE HE A FASHION KILLA ,, ⸻ elias moore. 🔞

elias “stack” moore will definitely fuck you with his nice tailored suit on. you’re down for a quicky? he’s telling you, “well what you waiting for darling? bend that ass over”. with that silky smooth southern twang in his voice and a smirk that flashes his gold slugs.

elias “stack” moore is someone who prides himself on looks and fashion, in his eyes he’s the best looking nigga that came out of the delta—and he’ll continue to keep that image. but if his ole lady wants to pop a seat on his thigh and ruin his slacks with her sweet cream he can’t say no.

elias “stack” moore is a freaky ass nigga, we all know that. so it’s not a surprise when he’s at his usual spot where he gets his suits, touching different fabric to pick out so you can rub that pretty pussy all over it. “boss man, let me get this one. the missus would like this right here. hurry up ‘n get me fitted too.”

elias “stack” moore sometimes gets frustrated with how many layers are on his body. especially when he’s in a rush to get between your thighs. “fuck this shirt too damn complicated—you just stay right there sweetheart, daddy’s coming.” he’ll tell you while fiddling with the small buttons on his collared shirt.

[pyraomen]

seeing michael perform and when he hump the air … SIGHHH i’m getting irritated i can’t have that.

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not gonna yieee … i love the urbanization of the michael, jafaar and his brother fics. idc how “ghetto” or “out of character” it is, keep making yall fics 🫡.

[pyraomen]

currently thinking about stack and his obsession with getting his dick sucked. like if you’re not using that mouth everyday he’s definitely getting it from another woman.

[pyraomen]

Hi i hope ur day is going well, but in one of your stories reader called Micheal a b!tch. And at the end of the story he was like talk like that again and i’ll plug ur nose. And I commented I want the part another part where he plugs her nose and you said u got me . And little ole freaky me is desperately wanting to know if ur gonna write it. Btw i love ur stories

thanks for the love baby! i’ll definitely drop a little drabble to continue that, although i don’t have a specific date.

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omg omg omg omg i got on here after being away for the past two days to see that you’re back writing i’m so so happy omg🥹

i’m glad you’re happy! i just put out a lil sum sum, idk if it’s going to be consistent with my busy schedule ☹️.

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𑜷 IF ITS ACHING ,, ⸻ dangerous!michael x reader.

( short drabble ) 🔞. sexual content. use of the word daddy. kinda sub!michael. hand job. michael is BEGGING. yall both freaked tf out.

“shit—come on mama”, michael whined as his head hit the back of the leather limo seats.

“always so impatient mikey.”

you let out a quiet giggle as you unbuttoned his black tailored slacks. he decided to not wear underwear on this day—which wasn’t uncommon for michael.

his cock sprang out, bobbing onto his white button up shirt. the brown pinkish tip leaking globs of precum.

a large grin spread over your face as you gently grabbed him and ran your pointer finger over the slit.

“stop teasing”, micheal groaned out as he grabbed your hand forcefully to wrap around his whole cock.

knowing he was getting impatient with you—you used both hands to slowly jerk him off. the globs of precum spurting out used as lube that shinned over his cock.

he gripped the leather seats and rolled his head to the side to look at you. “faster, please mama.”

you couldn’t say no to him, his brown doe eyes blown wide with a certain ecstasy only you could bring him.

gripping his cock tighter with both hands you jerked at a faster rhythm — watching michael’s face scrunch up at the change of speed.

you knew michael was close, it never took much to get him to release for you — but you wanted to see him do more.

one of your hands snaked down to his balls, where you cupped and massaged them as you fastened the speed on his cock.

michael felt a familiar pit in his stomach, grasping at anything he can catch ahold onto in the seat. “please. ma—oh my god.” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, but you made him feel so good.

you leaned over, breast pushing up on the side of him.

“cum for me michael. please daddy.”

the way michael’s mouth feel open and he squinched his eyes shut, you knew you had him. if only you could take a picture of him in this exact moment.

he let out a series of moans as thick white ropes of cum shot out of his cock. you continued to work him through his high until he grabbed your hand to stop you.

michael made eye contact with you, his lashes wet from the intense euphoric feeling you made him feel. he swiped a few spurts of cum off his cock and brung his fingers to your mouth. he watched you giddily wrap your soft plump lips around his index and pointer finger, sucking every last dribble of cum.

“thank you mikey.”

a/n :: don’t know if i like this lowkeyyy. i feel sinister writing this in my dorm room. i would of inhaled every last bit of nut from michael ..

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i’m so crazy about lady in my life😩!

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i need more moots, i feel like i be talking to myself on here 🫩

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⟡ ݁₊ . in which, you call bad!era michael out of his name ,, ⸻ 🔞 sexual themes. use of belt. wife!reader. mean!michael. daddy kink. pet names. throat fucking. pure smut, barely plot.

michael knew his wife had a slick mouth, vulgar even if he wanted to be technical. it’s been like that since before they got married.

she leaned back against the kitchen counter, one hip poked out and showing under her silk night gown. “please michael. you’ve been acting like a bitch since you’ve came back home”, she scoffed. michael blinked and tiled his head, trying to process what his wife just called him.

he stalked towards, his larger figure appeared before her quickly, towering. “get on your knees”, he mumbled, leaving no room up for debate as he unfastened his belt. the same belt that was hanging off of him while performing. she went willingly, plump lips parted, head tilted up with mock-innocence. she was always like this, he thought — ran her mouth one minute, then switched to listen to him like an obedient wife the next.

her eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his belt behind her neck like a reign, folding the ends into his fists, not too tight, but firm enough to keep her in place and to leave a nice little bruise. “you run your mouth so good, sweetheart. let’s see if you can put it to better use, yeah?” she looked up through her lashes, lips already parting, pupils blown wide. he jolted the belt a bit to get her attention, “words, sweetheart. don’t go dumb on me yet.”

she nodded her head to the best of her ability and gave him a verbal answer. “yes daddy”. those two words had michael letting out an audible low groan. he was familiar with her saying that, but it felt like the first time before always. he gave her the green light to take off his pants. his cock bobbing out of his boxers, standing at attention directly in her face with globs of precum leaking out his slit.

“open.” she obeyed. and he groaned low in approval, the sound alone made her thighs squeeze together. he thrusted hard into her mouth. deep. mean. putting his frustration from the words she said in his strokes. she choked, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, but the belt held her where he wanted her — face tilted up and mouth wide open.

he rocked his hips slow and deep in a rhythm, letting her feel every inch drag over her tongue, pulling out just enough for her to gasp before pushing his cock back in and holding her there. her eyes rolled and thighs pressed tight together while arousal dripped onto the floor. michael’s grip only got tighter. “such a dirty mouth”, he snarled, voice ragged. “you say dumb stuff just to get me this upset. don’t you?”

she let out a whimper, eyes glossy, tears pricking at the corners, with a mouth full of his cock. she nodded in a desperate attempt to answer his question, knowing michael didn’t like to be left unanswered. he held her jaw in his massive hand, belt in the other—tilting her face so he could watch the saliva get all over her lips and face.

he let out a mean laugh, “i know sweetheart. just take it, since you always have so much to say.” he thrust again, ragged this time, holding the belt in place as she deep throated his whole cock. he let out a breathy moan as she gagged just the way he liked. her long nails curled into the leather at his knees, thighs squirming, desperate and wet. but she didn’t pull away, she never did. even as her eyes watered while spit and precum leaked at the sides of her mouth, and her jaw began to hurt.

and when he finally let her breathe — pulling out with a slick pop, her spit dripping down her chin, she looked ruined. “are you sorry?” she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. “yes”, voice sounding meek and scratchy.

“thought so”, he threw the belt to the side and grabbed a handful of her hair. “‘m not done yet baby”. he gripped the base of his cock and slapped it on her spit covered lips. “open up”, he began to slowly feed her his cock, inch by inch. groaning loudly as the grip he had on her hair tightened, “never can get enough of this mouth.”

he stared down at her, she looked so beautiful in his eyes — lashes droopy, spit slick on her chin, and lips swollen from how well she’d taken him. “you always talk back,” he murmured, watching the way her eyes fluttered. rocking his hips slowly into her mouth, “but no one would ever believe how sweet you are when your mouth’s full.”

she whined softly around him, jaw beginning to ache, her throat fluttering with effort. michael didn’t rush — he wanted her to feel all of it, all of him. “just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped. “almost there. i promise.” her nails dug into his thighs, and he tightened his hold in her hair as he reached his peak — spilling his seed into her mouth with a sharp moan that bordered on a growl.

“swallow it,” he ordered, breathless, watching her with a small grin. “all of it baby.” and she did, cheeks hollowing, throat working — until she looked up again with that same mock-innocent glint in her eye, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he leaned down, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb across her wet swollen lower lip.

“you run your mouth like that again,” he warned, “and next time, i’ll plug your nose.”

a/n: gulp! i love his belts soooo much. this was hard to write tho, i have noooo clue how to write smut for mikey. so i hope yall liked. lowkey not proofread either so ignore mistakes please!

[whimsicallygaydemon]

btw if u write michael with huge age gaps and have reader like 18 years old and him at 50, and include weird daddy kinks, and make y/n deliberately really childish (doesn’t know how to kiss??) and make y/n call him “dada” and him call her “little girl” - then you’re a pedo

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writing mikey with a huge age gap and making the reader childish asf is so weird especially with the “stigma” around him already ..