#black writer

[lovelymylene]

how do yall post smut without getting flagggeddd im so irritated why me

[starzaline4me]

First time

+18 SMUT (minors don’t interact act for your sake.)

PSA: somewhat of a test of ocxblack!reader and it’s pretty long… PT.1 —> PT.2

Your first time was something out of a dream you couldn’t see coming a mile away. On the outside from the many dates you two have been on, he seemed level headed.

Someone who took charge without being controlling. Smart without underestimating your intelligence or mansplaining every little thing. Confident without being cocky, and self absorbed. Always sure of himself but knew how to laugh when it mattered.

A man who was all the right things and more, and after a particularly good date you’ve taken him back to your apartment. Conversation and laughter between the two of you flowed naturally as you unlocked the door.

“It’s just ironic that you say that since my little brother, she uh she also got stuck in a swing set when we were growing up” “Oh my gosh! Really???” “Yeah, it was a mess the fire department had to come and everything!” As you two laughed you walked to your bedroom; the conversation died down and nerves seem to be taking over. But as you slip off your shoes, and he follows suit, you notice he lingers at the door.

“What..?” You ask a bit confused knowing who he is and still feeling the lingering sexual tension from the dinner and then car ride here. “Nothing…I’m just waiting for you…” he says a little quieter than he meant to. You notice the slight fidgeting he’s doing with his hands, the way he doesn’t hold eye contact for too long and ends up looking away to play in his hair slightly.

You smile softly as you walk over slowly. He looks down as you stand in front of him. Your hands reach up putting a hand softly on his chest the other touching his shoulder. “Let me help…” you say almost as a whisper, he nods slipping his hands on your waist; To steady himself more than you.

Your thick lips place soft kisses on his Adam’s apple, then to the side of his neck peppering kisses long his neck. Your hand slips under his shirt as you lean up and whisper softly against his ear “Is this okay..?” He nods, swallows thickly and lets his hands trace circles against your hip. Your hand continues as it takes off his shirt, he lifts his arms to help you help him.

His shirt is tossed to the side as his hands reach up grabbing the zipper to your dress that clings to your curves nicely. He pulls your zipper down slowly before helping you pull done your dress and letting it pool at your feet. He pulls you back slightly to look at your body in your panties and bra.

He feels his mouth go dry slightly as he whispers openly staring while internally trying not to “You’re so pretty….”

You smile feeling your cheeks warm as you wrap your arms around his neck, he leans down and places a soft but meaningful kiss to your lips. You chuckle softly as you pull him down into a deeper more passionate kiss. Your tongue sweeps his bottom lip as he walks forward and you two land on your soft bed with him on top of you, one hand around your back and the other cupping your cheek.

He opens his mouth to let you in, your tongues tangle and dance with each other as your hands roam his chest and eventually land on his belt buckle. His hand moves down to softly grope your body as you help free his cock that’s making his pants tight and uncomfortable. You both pull back to breathe as you pull down his pants and see his tented boxers that have an obvious wet spot.

He sits on his heels awkwardly as he takes off his pants and tosses them as well. He climbs back on top of you and kisses down your neck whilst your hands touch on his back; and up his slightly muscular arms. He cups one of your breasts into his lager hand, he massages it through your pretty bra. You move a hand from his back to his chest as you push him back slight, you sit up and unclip your bra yourself tossing it to the side.

He swallows thickly as he reaches down again a little hesitant as he cups your now bare breast circling the nipple softly kissing down the middle of your chest. He keeps kissing down until he gets to your stomach and he starts to suck the skin lightly.

[viewtifulkey]

Shoutout to @brownsugarletters for her modern Sinners fics!!! They are amazing!!!

Has me thinking about the men of P-Valley. When they talk, I get quiet 🤫 😂.

It’s something about that Mississippi accent…

[yo-big-harv]

I got bored and made a lawlight fic

Yall should like..... Go read it... My ao3 is The_fruity_pebbles

[van1llabeann]

dex x fem nurse!reader

a lot k words but will have a p2 as my brain is fried

it’s third time in two days that inmate poindexter had been sent to the infirmary. technically you were only meant to stand in the corner and observe, maybe even the occasional passing of a supply. but of course with such an incredibly skilled whatever he was extra restraints were needed. maybe even emotional support.

so as he slowly descended into the creaking hospital bed you were motioned to begin adjust the straps on his arms and then those on his feet. why the actual doctor is currently allowing someone with less experience with violent patients to be so close to one is beyond you but questions aren’t welcomed.

poindexter’s eyes are dead.

no life. no curiosity. no hope. just waiting, like he knows one of these days the relentless beatings he’s been trained to withstand may just be his last, or he’s already solidified his escape plan which is bound to fail because this is maximum security we’re talking about. this time it’s a stab; small incision to the abdomen most likely a razor that was a gift to another prison from a guard with a mutual abhorrence to him.

his face portrays no reaction to anything for that matter. not the pain that the even the strongest of humans would surely wince at, the tightening of the straps though you don’t mean to hurt but if protocol says tighter then so be it.

just as the last strap is in place you look up at him. its up to the jury on the reason why. because when he’s staring so resolutely at the wall its easier to get a closer look at the scars he’s amassed from less then a week in gen pop. that’s the preferred thought rather than the fact that your not one to feign ignorance over how attractive he may be.

a three second look isn’t hurting anyone. especially not you.

it’s like he senses the slight tilt in your head because his eyes meet yours as soon as you do. face already contorted into one of disdain but you don’t even focus on it. much more the sheer amount of scars littered on his face that dare you say made him look better. dried blood appeared in a stream like form from the wound meaning the guards waited before even escorting him further down into the prison.

Dr Eden clears his throat with warning and suddenly has no problem suddenly giving you some hands on work experience and tasks you with the suture. only folding his shirt upwards to give access to the wound and simultaneously revealing built abs that exceeded further than whatever you could’ve imagined. maybe hands on work wasn’t so bad after all.

you start by lightly cleaning the wound, a cheap antiseptic and a cotton ball that’s practically disintegrating, both able to work just enough to keep budgets low. it’s all easy enough to preform until you’re threading a needle.

it takes embarrassingly long, and aren’t these supposed to be pre-threaded anyway?—“hey am i gonna get a real doctor?”. poindexter doesn’t even acknowledge you instead his eyes are boring in to the man child that cowers in the corner.

you preferred when he stared at walls with no expression to his mocking smirk that suddenly makes you more insecure of your abilities than it should have been able to.

the doctor clears his throat before stepping further into the room and just now inspecting the need anyone remind him trainee who he should be training.

“not everyone was born with the skills of consistent precision like you.” the joke doesn’t land whatsoever save for himself rather a feeble attempt to save face and claim a get outta jail free card if an escape is managed and vengeance.

“real doctors are meant to be meticulous which takes longer. sorry if that’s not up to par with mister fbi agent gone rouge—” that last string of words had no business moving from your brain to your mouth and now you feel physically sick.

“what the fuck did you just say.” he barks, voice sharp and a fist is already balling with no regard to the restraints nor the fact you can hear the faint sound of the officer to the side unholstering his gun.

rule 1 of dealing with known violently behaved patients is to minimise conversation between the two of you because their personal triggers are unknown. obviously you didn’t take heed to that one and now you’re thinking of the ways he could hunt you down and murder you with something as simple as a thumbtack.

Dr Eden is already stepping into reprimand you and calling for a swift exit. you barely get 5 seconds to breath yourself due to the heavy breathing and constant noise of shackles lashing violently against each other and finally footsteps follow behind.

“you don’t come inside that room when he’s here anymore you hear me! i have enough trouble on my hands and i could go without you volunteering me to his hit list!” his voice ricochets off of every surface imaginable and your sure poindexter is listening with a sickening grin across his face, alongside that thought is another fantasy where you storm back in and do very minimal damage to him with the needle you just barely threaded.

“i’m not clear on how i’ll get experience if i don’t get to be there when the single patient we have is.” normally your tone would be less ‘stop bullshitting me’ and more singing his praises but something about that guys face and demeanour is just aggravating in its own.

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it was finally settled that you would be semi-suspended for the next 2 days. meaning you’d only be present for the lower level patients (like there was any) and would leave the room and do whatever when more temporally challenged patients came along.

on your newfound break you found it was finally the time do some sort of exploring around your new workplace, obviously not the smartest decision but the confines of a medical room wasn’t the prettiest sight day in and day out.

you found yourself at the reception talking to asia who you had met on your first day; she was indeed a saving grace of you first day when your boss was already pissed at you even though you just arrived.

“okay hear me out, wilson fisk.” asia laughs heartily like just the thought of him wasn’t rancid as in your mind. she takes the lack of response as reason to go on. “listen to me he’s huge, which also means he’s huge.” you practically gag at the innuendo because it might be the offensive thing you’d heard.

you decide to walk back towards the clinic because an eye wash is definitely needed. your mind definitely strayed further than it should’ve.

you walk was strangely unsettling although everything was as it normally is. rowdy prisoners that clamber at the gate when anything remotely feminine walks past, guards barking orders which make trying to think about anything a forgotten haze.

it’s probably the overall environment and almost termination putting you on edge. but as you near the room you can hear whispers of pained grunts and sharp sounds through the air that meet a target.

you’re right in front of the door when it swings open revealing a guard and an array of bodies behind him. “what the fuck.” for someone who had to be told to quieten down numerous amount of times you could barely manage a half whisper.

the guard still stands over you hat lowered and a dark energy about him. looking up reveals the fact that it’s not only not a guard but the judge declared most dangerous prisoner that’s most likely memorising your face to murder you when walking back to your apartment tonight.

his eyes meet yours and damn the god that gave him such a pretty face with one of the most deplorable characteristics to match. he’s already grinning with a bloody mouth and missing tooth before sliding past you and making his way to the reception.

right to the only friend that you had in this place but your feet are planted just outside of the room and head didn’t dare to turn a millimetre. so silent pleading was your only option.

this might’ve have been the quietest slaughter to be recorded because everything resumes like your life might not have been put on pause permanently.

blood is splattered and dyes half of the furniture, one man’s eye is completely caved in and bloody, both halves of a pair of scissors are lodged into 2 people’s heads— god it’s Doctor Eden and his eyes are stare right at you. this is the first time you’ve seen anything like this up close and you feel frozen at the horror.

sure this was hell’s kitchen the most crime prevalent place to ever be but you’d not ever seen anything up close like this, or a person so close to you.

and it almost serves as his reminder that it might be you next.

when your finally able to muster up the strength to scream for help in a way you’d never expected officers are running in and suddenly everything’s a blur.

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stalking apartment obnoxiously loud speakers playing a song he wouldn’t want to hear again, she’s a perfect contradiction and way of exposure therapy

dexxbreak into her house need patching ask her why work at the prisom she said it was a lucky dip and she got the absolute shortest end of the stick

dex has trying to balance the scales and tie up lose ends and since his hits on wilson keep getting districted by someone that should have the same objective as him he’s on to the latter.

wilson fisk should’ve been dead by now. daredevil, rather murdock should want to kill fisk just as much as dex if not more. as a result of that he’s onto tying up loose ends now such as yourself.

he’s been surveiling your life for two weeks and it’s pretty obvious that you weren’t going to say much. truth is any normal variant of him if it was possible would have stopped watching by now, with the occasional check ins because paranoia worked overtime in his mind.

when you made that comment it was like your words seeped themselves into his brain and played on repeat after every thought he had. he hated the fact that the first time he even heard your voice his reaction was so.. well reactive. he’s glad you left so you couldn’t see the pure wrath painted on his face though he’s no stranger to the volume of his own voice and you definitely heard him outside.

that night he couldn’t even try to fall asleep because he was ruminating on every time he’d seen you. watching through each memory and noticing each thing he ignored whilst stewing on fisk. the way that wimp with a doctor title retreated to the corner when dealing with him. sure dex would never hurt you in anyway but it makes him think about how many other times he put you in that position with other inmates.

and all of a sudden he’s sorry about his death. not for killing him but not doing worse to the body and telling you not to go in so you wouldn’t see it. he couldn’t move the bodies in time so he had no option to leave them but he wouldn’t never do something so cruel to his sweetheart.

he’s seen you wake up in a sweat barely able to calm yourself down before getting to the kitchen and splashing your face with water. he’s pretty sure everyone’s heard you blast obnoxiously loud music in attempts to drown out what you witnessed, which has put him off listening to anything forever longer than that.

sometimes like right now he fantasises about waiting into your apartment and playing hero, though he can barely help himself he'd hold and reassure you liked no watched in those not so stupid movies Dr Mercer prescribed and it would solidify the fact that you needed him just as much as he needed you.

if Mercer were here he’d tell him to keep going right? i mean you acted as the perfect contradiction to his presumed life of order and being around you would be exposure therapy of some sort. someone who is less into upkeep and the precision that he lives for to challenge and transform him.

you were so honest and truly had no regard for how violent he was when you spoke to him and that’s what he needed. pure unbridled and brutal truth to fix him. people worse than him would take advantage of that and he could stop that.

he could help you.

sleeping became more of a chore than a necessity, the slightest noises including creaking of your door which you could still make out with music blasting into the space of your room were quick to wake you up. now dex was stealthy but no magician so he could only note that as something to fix when you on allowed him into your life fully.

still trying to fool your body into dormancy you squinted your eyes but noticed the dark figure stepping inside. you clambered to but your back against the bed frame and smashed the bedside light on only to reveal the nightmare that you've been having.

it's bullseye standing in your room but instead of the comically large thumbtack you've that you've been dreaming of he's got his mask of and is waving shyly like he's not murdered three people that you know of. the way that your features become sharp with detest makes him step back as if your best case scenario isn’t him buried under a prison right now.

“hey.” he whispers, almost like he’s asking if it’s ok that he’s here when it’s so obviously not! ‘what the fuck’ you mouth gripping onto your sheets to gain some sort of grounding. his hand reaches out to provide some sort of solace but the sudden movement is enough to have you attempt to race to the bathroom.

of course it’s barely two steps before dex has his hands finding purchase on your shoulders and is trying to.. shush you? “i’m here to save you.” the tone of his words are sincere and so is his weirdly earnest smile like he believes them. “the only saving i need is from you,” dex’s face falters at that afraid hes being met with the same rejection he suffered with before. his becomeshold now so you take the chance to push him away before shouting “what do you want from me poindexter!?”

hie voice is a shattered plead when he says, “help.. i just want help.” this couldn’t be real. this grown man meant to be in maximum security wasn’t begging a barely qualified assistant for help.

your lips were sewed shut because this had to be a disgustingly elaborate nightmare after overthinking it so much. but he’s really here in all his glory. in a suit that seems to tether to every inch of him. here in desperation for something your not even sure you have.

“help with what?” you sigh.

“i need to know you’ll listen.”

dex doesn’t get to the point infact anything but it. he rambles about guidance and a lady called mercer but nothing definite. he promises to stay away until you were ready to see him again and disappears into the dark like he hasn’t just uprooted your whole being.

[kyotokisses]

⟶ pent up megumi can’t take your teasing any longer . ⤫

cw ⫶ 18+ , light teasing , slight switch megumi , fem reader , blow jobs ( m receiving ) , AGED UP MEGUMI , dry humping .

megumi was about to burst.

it had been days since you last fucked, and you had been parading around in the most salacious outfits. short shorts that highlight fairly evident curve of your ass, skimpy tanks that shown the swell of your breasts, and the sight of your slightly perky nipples had him grasping for any semblance of composure — which was happening to him that very moment.

“ ‘gumiiii? you listening, baby?” your sugary, sweet voice pulled him from the trance he had been — eyes glued to the peaks of your nipples poking out the fabric. his eyes made a lazy journey back up to your face, landing on the slight pout now plastered on your full lips.

“mm.” he hummed

god, that mouth. he was just imagining your perfect lips around his cock, eyes watery and staring up at him as you failed to — what the fuck?

“ok, so you’re not listening.” huff came from you from his lack of response. you crossed you arms, getting up to stomp away from him. you were pissed.

“no, i’m listening, angel — come back.” he scrambled to get up, following after you. he caught up eventually after four long strides, his hand coming to rest against your waist as he pressed his chest to your back — and the contact sent a rush of heat down south.

you rolled your eyes, not caring that he couldn’t see. his head dropped down to your shoulder, breathing out a soft sigh that tickled the nape of your neck. his fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. with his cock pressing up to your ass, it was surprise you didn’t notice how fucking hard he was. he was so hard it hurt.

“i’m not ignoring you, love.. im just — i mean, im really…y’know.” he trailed off, voice getting quieter with each word

“no, i don’t fucking know, megs.” you said, already irritated. megumi sighed, moving closer. his hips stuttered slightly as he pressed more, a soft noise daring to slip from in between his clenched teeth. you quickly noticed the movement, your brows slightly lifting as you turned your head slightly to see his face.

his face was flushed in that way it always was when he was embarrassingly horny. a small laugh escaped you, causing him to look up at you. his face fell, a pout now making its turn onto his face.

“it’s not fucking funny, baby. you’ve been going around the house in the shortest fucking clothes, and we haven’t fucked in days! angel —” he sounded so pained. “i’m so fucking hard.” the admission came shyly. he was now openly grinding into your ass, gasps falling from his slightly open mouth.

“you’ve been fucking seducing me, wearing these stupid shirts — babe, your nipples are always in my fucking face. do you know how much i have to control myself from ripping this shit off, and just sucking on them?” your face flushed, slightly embarrassed by his vulgar words.

before you knew it, you were on your knees — cheek rubbing against the now prominent bulge pressing against the fabric of his sweats. you mouthed his hardness through the cloth softly, watching his expression grow more pained as you teased. a strained ‘stop’ made you smile, finally pulling him out of his sweats and boxers.

his usual pretty light pink was now slightly more reddish, with a translucent pearl of pre-cum adorning the tip. he was harder than you’ve ever seen him in months. you swiped your tongue over the bead, humming as the taste of him hit your tongue. his hips bucked up into the wet, warmth of your mouth.

“please…” he whispered, his hands covering his face.

taking account of his situation, you decided to not be mean, and to just let him enjoy. you slowly took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head. a low groan escaped his lips as he through his head back. what you couldn’t take into your mouth, you used your hands to stroke it confidently. sooner or later his hips started moving tentatively, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“oh my gosh, angel. your mouth is so good, baby — fuuuuckkk.” he babbled as you sucked and hollowed out your cheeks. his head was thrown back, and the noises that were coming from him were borderline pornographic.

“just like that, fucking hell… such a good girl, taking my cock so good.” his hand snaked down to wipe away the spit-slicked hair sticking onto your wet cheeks. of course, you took no mind to this — blowing him like your life depended on it.

“i’m cumming, baby. oh my god, i’m fucking —” his hips pulsed as he came down your throat. he groaned your name, rushed ‘iloveyou’s, and ‘i’msorry’s falling from his parted mouth. he slowly fucked into your mouth, riding out his orgasm.

once he died down, he slipped his cock out from between your lips and tapped it slightly on your cheek with a quiet slap! noise each time.

“was good?” you rasped, voice quiet and gravely from the affects of his dick. you nuzzled into the now soft member resting against your cheek.

he shuddered at the sight before speaking. “yeah, mhm. so fucking good angel.” he cleared his throat “alright, get up.”

he gave u hand and kissed you softly. who knew a blowjob could fix your relationship problems?

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ps : half of this fucking deleted , so if the end sounds bad it’s cus i was irritated asfc ! soz

[pvtypyt]

while having a sleep over with jackie u have a wet dream🫪 --(dom jackie plzz) ♡♥︎

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