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k2ssland · 11 months

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connie springer found himself crushing on one of his pretty little college girl clients . . . it started when you discovered him through a mutual on campus who deemed he produced the best quality weed in the area and in addition, he was undeniably sexy. curiosity swarmed your mind to see if the weed he was really all that.

even though you rarely indulged in smoking—the only times being for anxiety relief, you got his number and worked up the courage to text. agreeing on a time for his delivery, you sat on your porch, heart pounding through your chest while anticipating his arrival. and he pulled up a little after twelve-thirty am blasting xavier wulf, disturbing all your poor sleeping neighbors. nervously approaching his coupe as he rolled his five percent tinted window down simultaneously lowering the music to a normal level.

"yo, what you doin' buyin' from me, lil' college girl?" was the first thing the brunette-headed beauty said to you. connie's hazel eyes shamelessly trace your plush brown skin body from your fresh goddess braids to the white painted toes in your christian dior sandals.

immediately, his masculine musk mixed with marijuana swarmed your nose and overstimulated your senses making you dizzy. connie leaned back comfortably in his seat and no seat belt in sight, he now tucked his hands into his grey nike sweats, revealing the inseam of his red psds and a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. tattoo sleeves ran up both of his muscular arms all the way to his chest.

"the others at yo school usually want rocks, but it's only green ova here." he spoke in a deep tone with a slightly foreign accent, licking his plump cotton candy lips after speaking and slightly showing the blinged-out grills secured to his teeth.

"boy, what the hell? i'm not here for cocaine, that's not what my people do." distraught and snapped out of your daydream by his reply, you painted an almost disgusted look on your face and his laughter erupted throughout the car.

between his laughter, he subtly apologized and continued on with the deal. you apprehensively played it off as you had a big test the following day and simply needed something to calm your nerves, knowing damn well you just wanted to see the infamous sexy dealer in your college town up close.

"oh, word? that's wassup mami. te deseo buena suerte."

he slid an extra ounce in your bag and shrugged it off as a miscount, but the real reason simply being that he was enticed by your beauty. a few days later, before you even finished what you already had, you called him up for another eighth just so you could see his gorgeous face again.

after delivering to you numerous times, he finally asked you out on his version of a date, which was matching in front of a breathtaking view, talking about aliens n conspiracy theories, and after, treating you to whatever munchies craving you possessed.

eventually, connie cautiously opened you up to his world, sometimes allowing you to accompany him on his late-night deliveries whenever you had insomnia. it was definitely different from what you'd known, you wondered to yourself how you, the girl who completely devoted herself to her school, producing top-of-the-line grades, came from a supportive and loving family, ended up skipping class to ride passenger princess in a sexy drug dealer's bmw who knew nothing but the streets.

you knew it was bad and so did he, you two had no business being together, but it was just something about you—something about him.

from you being so oblivious to his street slang and always following up with, "um connie . . . what does that mean?" and vice versa, the way you articulated words only captivated him more, asking you to educate him on their meanings and slowly applying them to his lingo. he admired how you spoke properly regardless of your black friends accusing you of being white-washed because of your pwi.

eventually, he taught you how to weigh his loads, putting your own touch on them by packaging them into pink plastic baggies with their name, amount, and a heart around it.

"mami, they gon' think i went all soft and shit now," is what he told you every time regardless of him finding it adorable.

he thought your innocence and intelligence were alluring and for your sake, he knew he should've kept it strictly professional business, but he wanted to ruin you.

his aspiration only grew larger after one night, participating in a mini competition amongst yourselves to see who would tap out first while smoking as many blunts as possible.

your deep brown eyes were low n red after two, ready to quit due to the feeling of immense drowsiness. feeling as if you were on another planet, you brazenly confessed a few secrets of yours before falling asleep in his arms—one being that you had never had sex before. the thought of connie popping your sweet cherry made him brick up instantly. he would’ve took you right then and there in the backseat of his car, but he wanted you to be completely conscious for it.

teaching you his ways was only the beginning, not only did he want to corrupt your mind, he desired to take over your entire body like a vicious plague.

you sheepishly admitted that being in his scene terrified you but he assured you, "i promise nothin' will happen to you as long as you wit me, mamacita."

he later conceded to you that he was always strapped with his glock-19 and in a way, that made him even sexier. he pulled the weapon out of his baggy sweats and laid it on his lap for you to comprehend. you blurted out asking if he had ever used it on someone.

"ignorance is bliss, ain’t that right, bae?” giving you a small smile alongside a chuckle, continuing on with his delivery route as if nothing happened.

he dropped you home later that night and it was spent under your baby pink silk sheets, one hand tightly resting on your breast, the other rubbing over your aching clit. soft mewls of his name escaped your lips while fantasizing about him holding his loaded gun to your head, finger just shy of the trigger as he fucked you dumb. you messily came undone all over yourself and from that day on, your worries about safety never resumed.

the next thing you knew, connie's plan had you exactly where he wanted you to be. his big body hovering over your adorably small one in comparison and looking down upon you hungrily with low bloodshot eyes, making you indecisive of if the sight was sexy or terrifying, or both.

legs spread onto the dip of his buff shoulders, gold anklet dangling in his face and his precum-soaked tip aimed at your entrance. it was everything you had fantasized about; thick, circumcised, and pretty. veins protruding from the base to his baby pink tip, the same color as your thong he pulled aside.

"wait! wait—connie, before you continue, i need to tell you something.” the fear was evident in your eyes, shakily placing your small chubby hand on his toned lower stomach to avoid him proceeding further.

"oh, that you're a virgin?"

"wait, wait what?" eyes widening, your brows lowering with confusion.

"you do lots of talkin' when you're high, but even without you tellin' it was obvious." his copper eyes briefly shifted towards the chastity ring that never left your finger.

"fuck you, connie."

"oh yea? fuck me, baby? nah, fuck you."

audibly gasping at the sudden aggressive shift into your slit and taking in all of his inches. a smug grin painting his face once he watches the pretty virgin trying to adjust to his length, the stretch embarrassingly being nearly unbearable for you.

"t'hurts," your brown irises rolling to the depths of your skull and he needily bucked his hips against you, balls deep inside of your pussy, slapping against the fat of your ass with no remorse.

“c–connie it’s t’much . . . i can’t.” while gripping onto the sheets as if your life depended on it, light tears swell your sweet doe eyes and your eyelashes meeting with your flushed cheeks from tightly clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well, coating his cock with sticky cream ring.

"awn you can't take it, baby? i thought it was fuck me though, right?" he purred in a condescending tone, his russet eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole.

"m'sorry . . . connie, m'so so sorry, please."

"m'so sorry," connie embarrassingly mocks your tone creating nearly the same pitch as your shaky voice. his veiny hand wrapped around your neck restricting your breath to a minimum and making you dizzy while soft mewls slithered out of your lips, pain mixing with a foreign feeling of pleasure.

"actin' so innocent all the damn time n yet here you are, pretty pussy creamin' all over my dick." his words spilling from his lips like an addictive poison to your brain.

"ease up f'me princesa, with you clenchin' like that m'not gonna last long." connie's voice coos in your ear as he positions your legs all the way over his shoulders to allow him to plant harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight. gripping your plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hand and squirming underneath his weight. the room filled with lewd sloppy squelching noises from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his shaft.

your short french tip nails dug into his sweat-glistened skin leaving crescent moons behind and you weren't even fighting back anymore, you embraced it. nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck as he thrusts inside of your tummy.

"oo my gosh, connie. m'gonna cum." your arch faltering, yearning for the sweet release that doing it yourself could never fulfill. his hips angled directly at your sweet spot sending warm n fuzzy shocks through your body.

his dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was close as well based off of his sloppier thrusts. so pussy drunk from your sopping cunt he didn't even hear you talking, he just continued with his pace.

your core tightened and the utmost sensational orgasm ripped out of you. it only took a few more weak strokes to lead to his thick sticky ribbons of goo shooting inside of you and painting your walls completely white.

"connie . . . do drug dealers have hookups to plan b's too?"

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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months

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what about ony who's quiet and shy in person dating and extroverted reader but in the bedroom he's nasty and dominant ?

i love love LOVEEEEEEEE THISSSSSSS😩

the two of you were often compared to the sun and the moon. you, being the more outgoing and giggly type. always laughing and making people smile. while ony preferred to stay to himself, always shying away from human interaction. people honestly don’t even think he’d leave the house if it weren’t for you.

you were basically his voice sometimes. whether it be sending his food back when it’s done wrong at a restaurant or letting people know when he’s tired and wants to go home from a party, you were the one to do it. people often get the idea that your control in public was the same at home, but they were completely wrong.

you tried to convince your friends on many occasions that ony was a completely different person at home, but you’re often met with “yea right” and “sure girl. whatever you say”. the two of you were at erens house hanging out. you were seated on his lap as you talking with your group of friends while playing uno.

“nigga you can’t put a draw two on a draw four!!” you yelled at connie as he looked up at you in confusion. “girl since when?” the room lit up with laughter at his mistake as you pulled two cards from the deck and threw them towards him. “that’s two for your mistake too. since you tryna cheat.” you felt a pinch on your thigh, causing you you quiet down instantly.

“m’ready to go.” ony’s breath fanned onto the crook of your neck. you smiled to yourself as you continued playing the game. “uno bitchessss!!!” sasha yelled as she held her one card in the air, basically letting everyone see her card. luckily for her it was a draw four so everyone decided to just end the game right there. “a win is a win right mami?”

connie’s arm went to wrap around hers but she swiftly stood up from her seat on the couch. “no. im the only winnerrrr.” you opened your mouth to speak, but another pinch to your side reminded you of what needed to be done. you stood up from ony’s lap, looking down at him texting on his phone. “you ready to go?”

“awww don’t drag him away from us nowww. he was having fun. right o?” eren faked a pout, pushing out his bottom lip. “oh hush. if y/n says it’s time to go then ony’s gonna go. she’s the boss.” mikasa high fived sasha as eren and connie gasped, holding their hands on their chests while feigning surprise.

“oh you running shit like that y/n?” “right ian know you had it like that.” you giggled as ony stood up behind you. from the looks of it they were right. you were about to walk out of the house empty handed while your boyfriend held your bag and jacket.

you popped your tongue, holding your weight on one leg as your hands raised to your hips. “y’all know i run shit over here. got him holding my stuff and everything. he know wassup.” your friends laughed as you stood with confidence in front of them. eventually laughing along with them as you walked out of the door. little did they know, ony was a completely different man at home.

“aahhggg it’s t-too d-deep daddy” you were bent over the kitchen island, nails scratching at the table as you tried to crawl away from ony’s brutal pounding. “shut the fuck up. thought you ran shit. seems like you only running from shit” he chuckled as pulled your head back by your hair to deepen your arch. his hips jackhammered into your ass while you choked on some of your moans.

when you first got home you went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, bending over to reach in the back of the fridge. ony walked up right behind you, pressing his print on your ass causing you to instantly stand up. “wha-” “sh sh sh. bend over the counter for me princess.” a shiver ran down your spine as you turned your body around and bent over. giving your boyfriend a full view of you panties under your miniskirt.

now you were here. hair tangled around his hand as his other hand was wrapped around your throat. “open up mama.” he whispered while pulling your head back further. you outstretched your tongue from your mouth, brown eyes locking with each other before you felt his warm saliva trickle down towards your throat. before you could swallow, his mouth met yours in a wet kiss. tongues soaking each other in his spit as your moans flowed from your mouth to his.

ony was very different when if came to fucking you. always letting his more dominant side show when it was time to pleasure his woman. “that’s is mama. keep takin this dick.” his hand moved from your throat to your stomach, pushing you back harder onto his dick so you can feel him deeper. “mmfuckkkk. i l-love you!” you screamed as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. the urge to pee clouding your brain as you tried to push yourself off of him so you didn’t make a mess.

“unt uhh, where you goin? let me have it.” his thick fingers laid on your clit, rubbing in circles at a quick pace as you squirted all over his dick and the floor. your legs grew weak, giving out from under you as you slumped onto the counter, but before you could doze off to sleep, you felt ony’s rough palm lightly tapping your cheek. “stay with me pretty girl.” he helped you regain consciousness before lifting you back up to his chest. “you good?” worry filling his voice as he rubbed your stomach. “y-yea.”

before you knew it he was fucking his dick back into you. eyes widening and body twitching as he stroked inside your overstimulated pussy. “good because daddy didn’t cum yet and i got a lot t’give you. and princess….” you looked up at his face which was already turned towards you. gold grills shining in the dim moonlight as he smirked down at you. “i love you too.”

#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot #aot smut #onyankopon x black!reader

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jeansplaytoy · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

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sunshineting · 1 year

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this is my first ever fic 🥹 so um yeah

plug!eren x nerdy!chubby!reader

word count- 1686

summary- you're a stressed college kid that just needs to relax

MINORS DNI please‼️‼️

“Oh jeez… I hope he makes this easy,” you muttered to yourself. You were stressed. Stressed as hell. Studying for midterms was whooping your ass and all you needed was a little green to help you relax. Your friend, Sasha, had given you the number to her on-campus plug. She gave you the slight warning that he was a bit intense, but reliable. You finally grew some balls and texted the ominous number.

‘Is this Eren?’ You were always nervous talking to plugs. Your slightly timid nature always made them think you were a narc or something. Nope. Just good old social anxiety. Your phone’s ding took you by surprise; he responded fast. He simply responded with a question mark.

‘Sorry. Sasha gave me your number. I was hoping to buy from you’

After a few more text exchanges, you had agreed to meet him at his apartment to pick up.

“Apartment 913… where the hell…?” On your third time circling his complex, you finally found it. Three quick knocks on the door later, you were face to face with a man’s collarbone. You look up and are met with intense, deep green eyes.

Oh no, he’s hot. You push your glasses back up your nose and introduce yourself.

“H-hi, I’m Y/N. I was texting you earlier?”

A sly grin creeps onto Eren’s face.

“Wassup?” He flicks his head to gesture for you to follow him inside. His apartment smelled like weed and the musk of generic ‘male’ scented candles. There were LED strip lights just about everywhere, giving the place a blue tint. Adding to the blue tint was a huge fish tank with all types of exotic and expensive looking fish. Following his lead, you took a seat on the couch. You didn’t want to make yourself too comfortable, so you sat on the edge.

“You could get comfortable, lil mama. I don’t bite,” Eren says with a smirk. You barely moved. Between him being a plug and him being hot, your awkwardness levels were through the roof.

“So whatchu tryna get? A gram, a three five, a zip? You look like you like edibles,” Eren lists off his products.

“You think I like edibles cuz I’m chubby?” You mumble. He chuckles.

“Nah, I just can’t imagine your lil innocent ass smoking.” A small pout forms on your face as you let out a ‘hmph’.

“How much is a three five? I have cash,” you say, trying to get back to business. He tells you it’s twenty, but only because you’re cute. You felt heat rush to your face at the compliment. After your transaction, Eren offers to smoke you out.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I just bought some.”

“You’re turning down free weed?” He deadpans. You purse your lips.

“…no.”

Watching Eren handle weed was unreasonably sexy. The way his big hands gently packed the blunt was mesmerizing. He’d put his long hair into a bun just prior to the process. Hell, even that was sexy. The t-shirt he wore exposed each flex of his muscles as he expertly tied his locks up. You just about combusted when he was licking the backwood. The flicks of his tongue on the paper sent electricity straight to your clit. Were you imagining it, or was he purposely licking it as lewdly as possible? You felt wetness pool in your panties.

“I never really smoke blunts,” you confess.

“Oh? What do you use then?”

“It’s this little glass bowl I got in high school. It’s small but it gets the job done.” You smile. You could feel yourself getting more comfortable bit by bit. Eren sparked up the blunt and took a long hit. He exhaled smoothly and passed it to you. You took a small pull and the sour smoke filled your mouth. You tried to fully inhale, but the sourness of the tobacco and the strength of the smoke was too much. Choking and coughing, you hand the damned thing back to Eren. Yep, there was a reason you stuck to your bowl. Despite not getting too much, you were just starting to feel the relaxing effects.

“C’mere” Eren waved for you to come closer to him. Your inhibitions were lowered and you didn’t give yourself time to overthink. You scooched closer to him, but he pulled you impossibly closer. He had you pressed up against him; his warmth igniting every cell in your body.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly. You didn’t even have time to think, you just obeyed. Eren took a smaller hit than his last and pulled your face directly in front of his. Your lips were just barely touching when he blew his smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“Th-thank you,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You were trying your damnedest not to moan. It’s been so long since you’d been fucked. Your vibrator was nothing compared to the real thing and holy shit was Eren real. Eren glances down at your lips and licks his own. He was unbelievably hard. From the moment he saw you at his door, he knew he had to have you. Call it a corruption kink or whatever, but he just wanted to ruin that innocent look you had.

“You want more?”

“Mmhm,” you whimper. You squeeze your legs together just to get any type of relief for your swollen clit. Your little pussy is weeping, clenching around nothing as he blows more smoke in your mouth. You continue this until most of the way through the blunt, then you tap out. You were very much high and the cottonmouth was setting in.

“Could I have some water please?” You ask your host. As he stands, you see a very obvious print in his basketball shorts. While he gets the water, you take the time to stare at his fish tank.

“It’s like Finding Nemo in this bitch,” you breathe out. Time was feeling wonky as Eren returned with your water. It felt like forever and only a moment all at the same time.

“Thank you!” You say before your first sip.

“So polite… What a good girl. Are you always this sweet?” Eren asks. You nod.

“Yeah? You wanna be my good girl?” He questions as a hand begins to rub your thigh.

“Mmhm” you let out a breathy moan. With that, Eren picks you up and pulls you onto his lap as if you weigh nothing. His big hands grip both sides of your waist as he grinds you onto him. Your loose dress has been pulled up and pools around your thighs. Even clothed, you can feel his hard length pressing up against you.

“Let’s take this off,” he guides as he pulls off your cardigan. The removal of your cardigan causes the thin straps of your dress to fall off your shoulders. You felt like a mess and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Eren decides to finally kiss you and pulls your mouth to his. He was devouring you. Immediately he fills mouth with his tongue. It was the sexiest, sloppiest kiss you’d ever had. Your needy little cunt is aching for relief. It’s practically hurting. Your full tits were pressed up against his chest and he could feel your nipples poking him. Eren uses one hand to start rubbing your clit through your panties. You’re so grateful for the relief, it feels like you’re melting into him.

“Damn lil mama you got a super soaker down there. That’s all for me?” Eren chuckles. You only give a whimper in response. You were so embarrassed at how easily you’re folding for this man.

“You want me to fuck this little pussy? Hm?” He groans.

“Mmhm,” you nod and whimper.

“Use your words”

“Please fuck me! Please, please I need it,” you beg. Eren could feel the precum leaking from his tip. His dick was so hard it hurt. You stand for a bit to discard your dress, leaving you only in your teddy bear print panties. He’d taken this time to remove his own clothes and you could finally see the huge cock that you’d been grinding on. Holy shit, he’s big. His cock is thick and pretty, with the tip a dark rosy pink. Your mouth began to water. You want to suck it, but Eren has other plans.

“Come sit on this dick, pretty.”

You quickly oblige. Eren revels in how warm and soft your thick thighs are. As you sink down on him, both of you are surprised. Him, at how tight and wet you are. And you, at how fucking deep he’s going. You can feel every inch and the delicious stretch of him filling you up. He’s so thick, your walls have him in a chokehold.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” you moan. Eren can’t even think of a cocky response. All his concentration is going toward not cumming. It was bad enough the two of you didn’t use a condom but the last thing y’all needed was a pregnancy scare.

You start riding him, bouncing up and down trying to maintain a good rhythm. With one hand gripping your waist, he takes the other and rubs circles on your clit. The extra stimulation has you falling apart. You can feel your orgasm building higher and higher. Eren feels your walls tighten ever more and can tell you’re just about to go over the edge.

“Cum for me. Give it all to me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he damn near growls in your ear. The permission to cum finally sends you over the edge; wave after wave of sweet release relaxing your tense muscles. Feeling your squishy walls flutter from cumming sends Eren over the edge, too. He lifts you off his cock just as ropes of thick cum spurts out of him. You’d left a ring of cream around the base of his shaft. As you sit back on his lap, Eren says, “Don’t get your weed from anybody else ever again, you hear me? Next time you need anything – weed or dick – you hit me up. I’m serious.”

#aot smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren x y/n #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan #eren yaeger smut #attack on titan smut #plug!eren #plug!eren x chubby!reader #kait's writes

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slamminslamminmcgill · 3 months

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hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday

warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick

It’s not that you had daddy issues.

Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.

Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.

No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.

He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.

Not a daddy.

The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.

“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”

You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.

And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.

“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”

Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.

You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.

Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.

“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”

You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.

Fuck, he was hot.

You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.

“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”

He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.

For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.

“Son of a… Fuck it.”

In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.

"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."

It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.

"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."

The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.

"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."

"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"

*RING*

"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."

Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.

#there's no fucking shot the dilf i boinked yesterday has tumblr let alone him finding my shit so i think im good #im good to just straight up plagiarize irl sex #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou smut #the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #joel miller #joel miller headcanon #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut

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reminiscences2 · 3 months

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𐙚 -DRAFT #1

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ lazy miles1610 x reader fluff, slightly suggestive

idk bro i'm bored and there's no more miles1610 x reader fics ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

miles had been staring at his blank paper for the last ten minutes. he was supposed to have been starting his english essay due monday, but he only managed the title and his name. "damn, i'm bored." miles muttered to himself, spinning around in his swivel chair. he threw his head back, sighing as he tried to find some interest in the dorm ceiling above him.

meanwhile, i was actually on the way to his room. i had just finished up all my due work, and i was in a cheery mood. i knocked gently at his door, waiting for a response. i didn't have to wait for anything past half of a second for miles to appear at the door. "hey, [ y/n ]!" he blurted out quickly, opening the door with superhuman speed. he wasn't even trying to hide how much he had been wanting you to visit. "hey babyyy," i greet him, leaning in for a short kiss as i held his face. he seemed to shiver at my touch, his ears heating up at the nickname i gave him. "s-so wassup? how you been?" he asked awkwardly, closing the door as i walked in. his arms looked as if he didn't know where to place them, and he was acting as if we hadn't been dating for the last seven months now. i chuckle gently at his attempt of being smooth. "nothin', i finished my work for the weekend and i wanted to see your stupid face." i quip, tilting my head teasingly while intertwining his hands with mine. his face lit up into a giant smile as soon as you started holding his hands. "aww, really? even though you see it literally every single day? that's nice," he said, jokingly trying to pretend he didn't love hearing those things from me. i could obviously tell he'd already gotten back to his sassy demeanor. "i'm sorry, for me that just translated to 'leave', so i guess i'll get goin'" i remark with the same unit of sassiness, letting go of his hands and turning towards the door with a smirk. that made him scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him. "stoppp, i was kidding. please don't go," he pleaded, rolling his eyes as he found himself once again begging me for something. "i'm dying of boredom, mami." he groaned, tugging me closer.

"maybe watch the tone then?" i tease, raising an eyebrow. "maybe stay and not act like a jerk?" he retorts mockingly, tilting his head down towards me. "cmonnn, i need attention," he whispered, squeezing my hands as if he would die if i didn't listen. he groaned in response, covering his face with his hands in defeat. "pleaseeeeeee, just five minutes," he whined, his words sounding more like a baby than anything, which made him cringe even more. "mmm... okay, i'm convinced," i announce, my smirk still plastered on my place. there was something so satisfying about seeing him like that. "c'mon, sit here." i mutter, crawling onto his bed and settling onto my knees to pat the space between me, and the pillow for him to sit at. i was glad i'd come over in just a tank top and sweatpants, so i didn't have to worry about anything else. miles grinned, quickly clambering onto the bed and settling into the spot i'd left for him. he seemed to greatly enjoy this position, loving how i felt on top of him. "damn, you're fine," he muttered under her breath, hesitantly settling his hands around my hips. he was quickly snapping back into his normal self. it sort of surprised me how fast he went from shy to turned on in a few minutes. "it seems like you are asking for a different kind of attention here, baby." i tease, shuffling closer as i laugh. "well, when you look so good, you have to expect it," he replied, a smirk plastered on his face as his eyes looked me up and down. he was back in his cocky little persona now, which was honestly what i wanted. "oh?" i hummed, trying not the laugh at the sudden switch in personality. i could clearly tell the way his face heated up at my change in tone, along with that same dorky smile. "where'd this come from? i thought you wanted to cuddle? now it's sounding like something else?" i tease, giggling.

"shut up, this is still cuddling. see?" he replied quietly, lifting his head up again to look into my eyes, "is this not a nice, peaceful cuddle?" he teased back with a smirk, his hands still wrapped around my hips. i could just feel the sarcasm in his tone.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ i might return to this later, i quit for now, lemme know if yall want more

#atsv #spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #miles morales #miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales 1610 #1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles x you #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #earth 1610 miles fluff

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vitentia · 11 months

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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY .lıllıl.

pairings ━━ best friend!ellie x oblivious!reader (no fem pronouns but female anatomy)

warnings ━━ swiftly solved miscommunication, fluff, mention of throwing up

synopsis ━━ PART 2 of BAGS ━━ after that game night at Ellie’s your friendship had been…awkward to say the least. you’d try to catch her in passing to say hello but she’d be so busy she would just give you a quick hello and keep walking. you just couldn’t understand why after all that talk about not leaving you alone, was she doing the opposite. but maybe it’s for the best, maybe you should start moving on.

playlist ━━ glue song by beabadoobee ft clario ,

“And we live in The United States of America, specifically right here in Wyoming which is a…”

“State!” The small children answered unanimously.

“Good job everyone! High fives all around.” You exclaimed, holding your hands down for the children to slap. A knock on wood caught your attention.

You looked up and saw Maria walking over to you, waving to the children sitting on the floors with a kind smile.

“Hey Maria.”

“Hey hun, can we talk for a second?” She gestured to a more secluded corner in the makeshift school room, you agreed and followed her nervously.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, of course not. I just wanted to let you know there’s been a switch, Cyrus is gonna take your patrol for this week so consider it a free day. Not many of those going around.”

Your mouth fell open. “But I thought I was supposed to do a double with Ellie.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, this was kind of a last minute switch so you’d be taking Cyrus’ place with Ellie next week for a supply run.” She suggested upon noticing your downturned expression.

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed solemnly. Maria rubbed your shoulder and walked back out the double doors, leaving you alone in your own self pity. Even though you were bitter about her ignoring you, you thought this new patrol pairing would give you the chance to confront her without talking yourself out of it, again. And now all that planning was spoiled.

Your misery was short cut by the children, as per usual.

“Bye bye teacher!”

Called out the children as they packed up their papers and pencils and ran out the doors, you called out a goodbye but by then they were all scattered out. You sighed to yourself before noticing one little boy still sitting in his floor spot and scribbling some doodles on his paper. Crouching beside him, you decided to start a conversation in that high pitched voice best used to talk to kids.

“Wow, this drawing is amazing, where do you learn how to do it?”

He smiled bashfully and continued his pencil coloring. “My sister showed me.”

“Is your sister coming to pick you up or would you like me to walk you home?”

He shook his head, his bowl cut hair swaying back and forth along with it. “Nu uh, my big sister is picking me up today. She draws really nice.”

“Mhm, well, how about we wait for you sister outside, yeah?” You proposed, holding your hand out for him to take and standing up with him.

Just then, rushed footsteps came barreling into the school room and a short haired, out of breath Asian girl comes into the room.

“Sorry I’m late!” She took a couple more breaths and held her hands on her knees. “Jesus, this school needs a bell or something.”

You chuckled at her and brought the boy over to the porch outside the school where she greeted him. “I’d rather not ring the dinner bell, Cat.”

She stood to her full height and brought the young boy under her arm, purposely messing up his hair. “Wassup lil man? Did ya learn anything?”

Despite her teasing, he excitedly looked up at her and showed her his drawing. “Yeah! I learned what a state is!”

“Oh yeah? What state are we in now?” She quizzed him

“Jackson!” He proclaimed proudly.

She raised her eyebrows up and looked at you. “Wow! You must’ve had an amazing teacher then, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged her shoulder. “He does. Kids get confused sometimes.”

“Mhm, totally.” She nodded sarcastically. “Ready to get some grub, bud?”

“Yup!” He responded happily and looked up at you, “Aren’t you hungry, teacher?”

“Uh, yeah I think I need something to cheer me up.”

“Well then, let’s get a move on, people.” Cat clapped her hands together and placed one behind her brothers back to guide him in the right direction as you followed next to her.

A cool breeze whistling past you seemed like the only noise for a few minutes as you each decided who should speak first, you sighed to yourself, feeling melancholy as the thought of summer leaving earlier than you wanted passed you by.

“So, what’s got you down?” Cat spoke up first.

You looked up from the ground, surprised. “Oh, uh, I was supposed to be on patrol this week but Maria pushed it back.”

She made a funny face at you. “Wow, you might be the only person in Jackson who complains about not being on patrol and getting a day off.” You both chuckled lightly at her words but you couldn’t help how quickly your mind flashed Ellie’s face for a second.

“Not the only one.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, no, not the only one. You and Ellie love being outside these walls, I still don’t get why.” You flinched at her name coming out of her mouth, not expecting the girl to just speak about her ex so openly after their breakup.

“I guess I feel…stuck sometimes. I don’t know…” You shrugged, looking down at your feet as you reached the outside of the cafeteria.

“Well, hey, if you’re gonna feel trapped for having a day off you might as well enjoy the good food that comes with it, right?” She said in an attempt to cheer you up.

You held the door open for the two as your eyes drifted away, meeting a pair of familiar green ones that nearly froze time for a second. Ellie raised her hand to wave at you, a role you usually took on, and received a tight lipped smile from you before entering the cafeteria.

Guilt ate you up as you went to sit down but Cat drifted all your worries away while you spoke. She made hilariously dry jokes and you laughed at both the irony and the contorted faces her brother made when he found the joke stupid and for a minute, Ellie didn’t invade your mind.

It felt nice talking to someone other than your usual two friends and had you crossing your fingers for a chance to start a new chapter in your life. A chapter without you hopelessly pining after Ellie for your entire teenage years.

☼

By the time you stepped into the next week, you had managed to shove your feelings for Ellie down into a tight hole of dirt and misery in order to continue with your assignment. You barely slept the night before, too busy coming up with outrageous scenarios that would never happen and freaking out over the lingering thoughts of her lips on yours. None of it was good and all of it felt disastrous.

Your movement were sluggish and slow as you packed all the essential items you needed for the journey, purposely trying to avoid seeing her face earlier than necessary.

Unfortunately, that had an opposite effect.

“Hey.” Ellie greeted you with a small smile when you opened your front door. “You ready?”

You released the breath you held every time you saw her face and nodded, picking your bag up off the floor and walking out with her. The two of you walked in silence towards the stables for a minute, each wanting to speak first but neither having the balls to actually do so.

“Did…” you mentally cursed yourself for breaking the silence first, “did Maria tell you exactly where we’re going?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Ellie fumbled behind herself for the short pockets of her book bag before finally pulling out a neatly folded map. She opened the map to its full extent and leaned closer to you to point to your destination.

“Yellowstone National Park?” You read out carefully. “What kind of supplies are we gonna find in a…park?”

“A National park.” Ellie emphasized, stepping into the stables to greet Shimmer.

“Okay, what are we gonna find in a National park?” You questioned, reaching down to grab a rope and saddle for your horse until Ellie stopped you, her hands hovering over yours.

“Wait! Uh, Maria said only one horse for this supply run.”

“You’re joking.” You deadpanned.

She shrugged, “Sorry.”

Reluctantly agreeing, you following Ellie on the opposite side of Shimmer towards the front gates where patrol officers sat in their seats fighting sleep. The purple and gold hue that fell over Jackson from the quarter rising sun would’ve made you lull into a sleep, had it not been for the short brown haired girl that clogged your mind like a bad sinus infection.

You snagged an apple from a nearby bucket and shoved it in your pocket before snapping the patroller out of his sleep and announcing your leave. He called for others to open the gates as you took your seat behind Ellie on the horse, hesitantly wrapping your arms around her waist.

Again, silence overcame the two of you, begging to be addressed.

But for the first time in a long time, Ellie spoke first.

“I’m…I…” she sighed, seemingly frustrated.

“Take your time.” You said in a teasing tone.

“Shut the fuck up.” She snickered, giving you quick look over her shoulder before facing the open road once more. “I’m trying to apologize for…you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Oh, fuck off, you’re really gonna milk this, aren’t you?”

You smiled happily and placed your chin on her shoulder. “I am.”

She rolled her eyes but continued. “I’m sorry for, you know, ignoring you these past few days, but in my defense I had very good reason.”

“Which is?”

“I can’t say.”

You clicked your teeth and lifted your head off of her, “Fuck you.”

Ellie chuckled under her breath and the three of you, including Shimmer, pushed forward on your trek. However, this time was different. There was no lingering sense of resentment on your end and no awkward tension on hers. It was rare you two argued or ever stopped talking for an extended period of time but when you did, it would only take mere minutes to rekindle what was there before.

Ellie hated communicating properly and you loved making her, it’s how you two flowed.

The trip there would only last a day but sitting behind Ellie on Shimmer, your eyes falling forward and your cheek leaning on her shoulder for support as you both swayed side to side was a time that you deemed immeasurable. If this was the only way you could have her, you’d treasure it. Ellie as a friend is better than going without her at all.

☼

“Morning sunshine.” Ellie said with a laugh after holding your nose closed and causing you to wake up with a sharp inhale.

“Oh ha ha, dick.” You huffed and kicked her in the leg.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” She cursed dramatically.

“Yeah, not so funny anymore, is it?” You laughed at her and got out of your sleeping bag, cracking your bones like a grandma and packing it all up again. “Where’d you put Shimmer?”

“In the garage because we,” she placed her hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes, “are walking.”

Your excited smile dropped into a straight line, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

You groaned and threw your down into your palm. “And how long are we walking for?”

She pretended to think, “Mhm, about three ho-“

“Three hours?!” You shouted, looking at her in shock.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” She shrugged and bent down to throw your bag over her shoulder. “Besides, I let you sleep in and according that clock right there, it is about…9:30.” She pointed at a grandfather clock nearby.

You looked between her and the clock. “Do you even know how to read a clock?”

“Nope. Let’s go.”

You groaned but followed beside her through the wildlife, barely coming across any infected but managing to witness a few squirrels here and there scurry past you in a frenzy. Ultimately, you two ended up in front of what you assumed to be a ticketing or entrance area with flyers and brochures splayed out wildly.

“Welcome to Yellowstone National Park.” Ellie read the large sign and picked up one of the brochures still sitting neatly in a box, flipping it open and gathering an accent of sorts. “Let’s get a move-on, darlin’”

“Please tell me you’re not going to do that this whole time.”

She gave you an offended look, “What? You don’t appreciate some good lo’ southern hospitality?”

You stared at her for a second before shaking your head and walking ahead. “It’s neither southern nor hospitable. Think more…ear crushing?”

Her jaw dropped, “Oh you are mean. You are a mean mean girl, darlin’.” You giggled at her continuation but covered it up with a groan.

“I hate you.”

“Love ya, too, darlin’. As your tour guide today, I simply must inform you that these here waters are highly dangerous and some are even acidic enough to burn the flesh off that pretty little skin, and we certainly do not want that.” Ellie read off the brochure, tugging your ear in her direction to get your full attention.

You were lucky you’re out in the open or else your increased body temperature couldn’t be blamed on anything more than pure embarrassment and attraction.

“Ow! Bullshit, there’s no way it can burn off flesh. It’s just water.” You shrugged, pulling your head away from her and wearily looking over at the clear blue lake you were nearby.

“False! See here it says some hot springs can reach up to 198 degrees Fahrenheit, and I don’t know about you but I do not want to swim in that.” She pushed heavily into her fake southern accent and read off the brochure as if she needs glasses.

You snickered. “Surprised you can swim at all.”

She chose to ignore your comment and carry on with her little bit. “Here look, map says we’re approaching one right now.”

Ellie grabbed your hand without warning and pulled you in the direction of the boulders that surrounded the running lake to get a closer view. The lake spanned for miles in both directions and connected to a river, making its color crystal blue and giving it a smooth current.

“Are you sure this is a hot spring? Looks pretty normal to me.” You asked, leaning down to get a closer look but being weary of the boulders edge.

“Yeah look, says right here.” She pushed the brochure in your direction and when you turned your head in its direction, you felt an abrupt tug on your jeans.

Tripping over your own feet, your hands landed on Ellie’s shoulders as your legs entangled together, the only reason your remained upright being because of her. You nearly lost your breath, clutching her biceps in shock and a little bit of fear.

“Woah, careful there. Wouldn’t wanna fall in, darlin’.” She joked, your noses nearly touched until you registered her words and leaned back slightly.

“Didn’t you say this water is dangerously hot?” You whispered, unavoidably flickering your eyes between her green ones and her lips.

“I did.” She couldn’t fight back the mischievous smile that grew on her face as she took your moment of vulnerability and took a large step backwards with you in her arms.

Ellie tightened her arms around your waist as you stumbled into the water with her, the initial spike difference in temperature causing you take an unwanted breath in and sucking in a bunch of water. You pushed yourself off the rocky ground and swam up to the surface with Ellie right in front of you, holding you up by your waist as you choked out all the water in your lungs.

When it didn’t subside once you reached the top, Ellie grew concerned.

“Are you ok-“ before she could finish her question, her head was ruthlessly dunked underwater and water immediately sprung up her nose.

When she rose to the top, her hands never straying from their position, you two were in the same boat. Coughing and laughing.

“Okay, maybe I deserved that.” She said as rubbed the water out of her eyes.

“Maybe? You told me this water could kill me, you asshole.”

Ellie shrugged and drifted her hands lower, resting them under your thighs and pulling you higher up on her stomach, the water giving leeway to her skinny stature. If you were blushing, you wouldn’t know and you hoped she doesn’t either but you couldn’t help but avoid eye contact.

“I thought we were supposed to be on a supply run.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on the soft water flowing by your bodies gently. The cold temperature turning warm from your furnace of a body.

“Actually, this is the reason.”

“What?”

Nervously, she dripped her lips under the water for a second before rising back up and holding her gaze onto your eyes. “The reason I’ve been so standoffish recently is because I was planning this whole trip.” Your jaw dropped. “After you told me about your bad experience at the lake I decided to do something better. For you. Give you a happier time to think about than that.”

She smiled but was met with a splash to the face

“Wh…why didn’t you tell me, you dick. I thought you were…I don’t even know, I thought you were flaking on me after I spilled my guts.” You rambled on but Ellie just laughed.

“That would defeat the purpose of a surprise, genius. Besides, this was supposed to happen later this week but then I saw you hanging my ex and I thought it’d be better to push it forward.”

You blinked, “What? What does Cat have to do with this?”

“She was taking your attention away from me, of course. Can’t have that.” Ellie joked, but you weren’t laughing.

Instead you unwrapped your arms from around her neck and let them fall loose around her shoulders.

“That’s not funny.” She gave you a confused look. “So, you admit you string me around like some lost puppy on purpose? And for what? Personal enjoyment?”

“Hang on, I-“

“Jesus Ellie, I-I’ve had a crush on your for, god knows how long questioning whether you were just naturally this nice or if you liked me back and-and, what? You just do this because you can? Because I let you?” You confessed accidentally, so caught up in your own anger you didn’t realize what you said.

Ellie called out your name and pushed you closer to her chest, making sure your eyes connected so you can see the seriousness in hers. “Hey, stop. That’s not what’s going on, like, at all. I don’t string you along just for fun, not that kind of fun anyways. I do like you, I like you and the love you show me. I like when you follow me around because it makes me feel special to you, I like when you do everything I say because maybe if somebody like you likes me, I can pretend I’m not as useless as I really am.”

“Woah-“

“And I like when you protect me from myself because I’m extremely self destructive and my whole life would fall apart if you don’t love me the way I love you.” She cut you off.

The lake water took a stand still, waiting for you answer as crowds of birds flew by in the sky above and called out to you below. For a minute, the whole world came to a stand still. Just you and Ellie, like always.

“Not as a friends?” You sniffled

She chuckled and looked down before meeting your eyes again, “Definitely not as friends. Unless you wanna be friends that do this.” Ellie tightened her grip around her thighs and waist and pressed her salty lips against yours, distracting herself so badly she nearly forgot to keep herself afloat.

You giggled at the water going up her nose again and how it forced her to pull away to cough. Your hands found purchase around her neck again. “No friends. Just you and me.”

“Anything you want darlin’.” She said in her terrible southern accent.

You rolled your eyes but laughed regardless. “Enough with the accent, I beg.”

“It’s good!”

“It is not!”

I tried to tag people but idk how tumblr works so here we are!👐

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quodekash · 1 month

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wassup bitches, im back babyyy (I spammed my friend last night and told myself I wouldnt do a Tumblr post, and yet here I am, doing a Tumblr post of every screenshot and comment I sent to my friend)

HOLY SHIT THATS A FUCKING PAINTING

WHAT THE HELL

AYYE I THINK I'VE FOUND WINNY

was fuckin right bitches

rly thought that was mark pakin for a minute

I truly adore him

jj!

tbh it feels like some kind of rule in gmmtv where they have to have at least one of the jutamas twins in an airing show at any given time, cos like. theyre always there.

hidden agenda and dangerous romance were airing at the same time for a little bit, and aj was in one while jj was in the other

and now 23.5 and we are are airing at the same time, and aj's in one while jj's in the other

I just think its neat 👍

SATANG

SATANG SATANG SATANG

WE’RE LIKE FIVE MINUTES IN AND ITS ALREADY WNST TIME BITCHESSSS

its so fun to see winny as the master at something while satang's the noob, I like this a lot

oh babygirl you aren't listening to a word hes saying

hell yeah we're already getting these corny-ass moments that are so unrealistic but so funny (I love corny-ass moments in bls)

I think that maybe they should kiss

Babes stop staring at him you’re way too obvious (satang looks so adorable here tho look at him)

omg I never couldve guessed what pond's character was studying

he's an engineering student 🤯🤯🤯

no one's ever joined this field of study before in a bl

how shocking

I am shooketh

no <3

I LOVE POON'S CHARACTER IMMEDIATELY

he's so real for that

get ready boys (gender neutral), its time for ✨alcoholism✨

I love these bastards so much

pun has immediately rocketed all the way up to my favourite character so far

dont get me wrong, I love all of them

but like. just look at him

PUN JUMPING INTO CHAIN'S ARMS 💀

five broooos, chillin in the one bed

AAAAA HOLY SHIT

punchain: 🥰🥰

the other side of the bed:

LMAO HOW THE HELL'D THEY END UP LIKE THAT

I love how aou’s character SO CLEARLY has a crush on boom’s character and boom hasnt even been INTRODUCED yet

(btw ill use the character names more and more as time goes on, i just have shit name memory at the start of shows)

HES SO TINY

HE'S A LITTLE MUNCHKIN

HHHHHHHHH 😭😭

SO SILLY GOOFY

his hair here is so funny to me

THERE HE IS, FINALLY!

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND THE BOOM

pond has ✨daddy issues✨ (unsurprising)

aight that's all, next week's gonna be a blast, ill almost certainly be back

#quodekash's side couple syndrome boss fight #we are #we are the series #marcpoon #winnysatang #pondphuwin #aouboom #qtoey #punchain #chainpun #winny thanawin #satang kittiphop #marc natarit #poon mitpakdee #phuwin tangsakyuen #pond naravit #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn

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rrenzwrld · 11 months

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mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

part one of part five! had to split it up because it was getting kinda long but i hope you enjoy! <3 read part four here

@beautifulalienslimecroissant @iiilovemilfs @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri

The next day, I was really appreciating Layla for staying over because she was able to help take care of Celest while I was as work. When I got home and got settled in, my brother Trent came over. Trent was my older brother by four years but we were so close. Ever since I was young, he was my protector. Since he and his girlfriend have an apartment close to where I live, he makes his way over to see Celest and I almost everyday.

“Hey~” I tried to greet him as I let him in but he pushed me out the way

“Move, bitch!” and made a quick beeline over to his niece, who was sitting playing with dolls on the floor with Layla. I giggled to myself as I shut the door behind him. Trent loved Celest and I didn’t know if it was because she’s his first niece or because of the story behind why she’s here.

“CeeCee~” He cooed as he started to pluck her from the floor until Layla stopped him

“Aht! Put my baby down.” He looked down at her like she said something crazy.

“The fuck you talkin bout? This my baby.” He tickled her all over her tiny body, which sent her into fits of laughter.

“Oh I’ll be damned.” Layla stands up and reached for Celest and Trent turned away. They did this everytime they were at my house at the same time. Celest didn’t seem to mind because as long as she was entertained, she was satisfied.

My phone started to ring which caused Trent and Layla to stop their playful bickering and looked my way.

“Who is it?” Layla whispered as if I answered the phone already. The both of them walked up to me, surrounding me and the phone I had in my hands that was ringing with Connie’s contact.

“Connie?” Trent was visibly confused so that’s when I forgot to tell him all about meeting Connie again again yesterday. “The hell?” He whispered more to himself than to me.

“Don’t cuss in front of my baby— Hello?” I waved the both of them off and walked into another room.

“Hey, Chy’anne. How are you today?”

“Uh.. I’m doing pretty good. I forgot you had my number.”

“Yeah, I was scared to call you lowkey. Didn’t know if you were busy or anything.” I could hear the hint of nerves in his voice but I wondered why. I was definitely more nervous than he was. It’s been 2 years since I’ve talked to this man at all let alone over the phone and what I was hiding still twisted my insides.

“No.. no, I’m not busy. I just got off work not too long ago.”

“Oh? Where you work at?” I wondered where this conversation was going if it was going anywhere at all.

“At a design company..” I trailed.

“Cool cool, that’s wassup. Hey listen, I hope this isn’t like, last minute for you or anything but I was tryin to see if you wanted to come out with me for dinner later,” My heart dropped to my chest. This was the last thing I imagined happening so quickly. I looked back into the living room from where I was to see Layla and Trent on the floor with Celest, feeding her Cheetos. “I understand if you say no because of your daughter and everything but you can bring her, I don’t mind it or anything.”

“Um.. sure! Sure, that’s fine. What did you have in mind?”

“The, uh.. Mexican restaurant down the street from the mall.”

I nodded as if he could see me. “Alright, yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. What time?”

“Damn, um.. is 7 good?”

“7 is great! See you then.” I hung up so goddamn fast, I didn’t even know if he said anything else.

As soon as I was finished, I came and sat down on the couch in the living room with Trent, Layla, and Celest.

“Soooo what he want?”

“He wants to take me and Celest out to dinner tonight.” Layla did all the squealing for me. It was if she was more excited than I was.

“See? He still like you girl!”

“What the fuck is goin on? You talkin to Connie again? You ain’t speak to that nigga in 2 years.” Trent laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “I know, but—“

“We went to the Titan’s game yesterday and they talked and everything!”

“Oh shit, I forgot he went pro…” I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even want to remember because the year he got drafted I found out I was pregnant with Celest. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the draft on tv with everyone else when it happened.

“Yeah…”

“He pickin you up??” I didn’t stick around on the phone long enough to ask.

I shrugged as I looked at my nails. “I don’t know.”

“Shit he better be pickin y’all up. He the one that invited you out.” Trent did have a point. Him being the most honest sibling I had was useful.

“C’mere, baby,” Layla held onto Celest’s little hand as they stood up. “We gonna go take a bath. You goin out with daddy~” Trent and I glanced at each other as we watched them walk down the hall.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?”

I looked down in shame. I really did not need anyone else telling me how bad of a person I am.

“You know you got to now, right?” I nodded. “But if that nigga on some crazy shit, I gotchu alright?” He held his hand out so I could dap him up.

“Thank you, T.”

After Trent and Layla helped Celest and I get ready, I texted Connie the address and within minutes he said he was on his way. I assumed that he was probably already in the area.

“You ready~” Layla teased as Celest sat in her lap happily.

“No.” I was being honest. My heart was jumping out my chest and the fact that I was dressed all nice for a dude that was supposed to be my baby daddy but he didn’t know that he was my baby daddy was making me feel worse.

“Well, you best get ready.” I was the only one nervous in this situation. Celest played happily not even really aware of what’s going on and all Connie knew was that he was gonna pick up his estranged best friend and her cute lil daughter.

“Bitch you didn’t even do my baby’s hair!” I noticed that Celest’s hair was all over the place and needed to be brushed at least. I went to the bathroom to get hair products and stuff to start brushing up Celest’s hair into two small braided buns.

“Girl,” Layla laughed at my anxiety. “You runnin around like a chicken with your head cut off for what? A man who don’t even know who—“ There was a knock on the door.

“Can you get that for me, T?” I finished Celest’s hair just in time. “All done!” Celest jumped out my lap as she copied the phrase all cutely. Trent opened the door and Connie was there in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. But they weren’t fancy dinner type flowers, they gave off the simple floral collage vibe with lightly colored daisies, roses, and sunflowers. It was beautiful.

As the guys do, Connie and Trent had their little reunion but I didn’t mind because they really hadn’t seen each other in a while and that was my fault.

“Aww, he bought you flowers!” Layla exclaimed excitedly, which made Celeste jump up in excitement too.

“For the pretty girls.” He smiled as he handed the beautiful bouquet to me. Being a celebrity and all, I thought he’d be dressed down in a suit with blinged out jewelry to show off but he was dressed casually but you knew he was taking things seriously.

“C, you wanna say hello?” By this time, she was clung to my leg because she wasn’t familiar with the man in front of her.

“Hey pretty girl!” Connie kneeled down so he could talk to her properly. “I’m Connie, what’s your name?” Layla, Trent, and I were looking at each other because the two of them was completely unknown to the circumstance. Celest answered his question the best way she could

“I’m a pretty girl, why didn’t I get any flowers? I’m sure you have enough NBA money to go around.”

“Layla shut up and let them have their moment.”

“You got her car seat and stuff?” I nodded before going to Celest’s room and bringing her carseat to the front. Luckily I thought to clean it yesterday. Trent had already brought her diaper bag full of everything else. “I gotchu.” Connie took the carseat from my hands and was taking it to the car. Celest and I said our goodbyes as we walked outside.

“Have fun, girlie!”

“Y’all lock up before you leave.” Trent and Layla were the only people I trusted with a key to my house. But with that, we were on our way.

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #connie springer x black oc #connie springer x black y/n #connie springer x oc #basketball au #connie x y/n

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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three.

Zora and Nique sit on her L-shaped sofa, while she fills her friend in on what's been going down.

“You told him where you work??”

“He saw the logo on my jacket, girl.”

“And you ain't cover it??”

“Damn, is he a murderer??”

“That's how you treat ‘em!”

“Yeah, well…”

“Well…?”

“He's different.”

“Wow, you ate them words up!”

Zora rolls her eyes, holding her hands up.

“Yeah, you were right. He's real cool people.”

“Wow, I was right!” Nique claps.

“Aight, don't gloat yourself outta my apartment.” She points, right as her phone begins to ring.

It was Leon.

“Ooo put it on speaker!”

“No? You don't know how to act.”

“Oh come on, I just wanna know what he sounds like!”

“A man. He sounds like a man.”

“Zora, spare the drama and answer the phone.”

Sighing, she answers the call and reluctantly places it on speaker, greeting him.

“Hey Leon,” an effortless smile makes Nique squeal behind her hand.

“Hey Zora. How ya doin’?” His buttery, deep voice comes through.

“Ooo, it's so deep!” She whispers, but it's more of a yell.

“I know!” Zora responds in the same fashion, before answering him.

“I'm good. How was your day?”

“Eh, no broken glass stories today, so I guess that's something, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “that's something.”

“I'm stalling, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to come with me to one of my favorite spots. It's a food joint, called What The Fries?™.”

The gasp she lets out enthuses him, same with Nique.

“Sorry, I just always wanted to check it out. I've never seen fries be created in so many ways! I'd love to go with you.”

He smiles bright like she can see him.

“Yeah? Well I'm glad I get to be the one to take you there. And it's better than you're expecting, I promise. How's about this Saturday? Are you working?”

“Uh,” she ponders for a minute, “no I'm actually off, so that's perfect. What time were you thinking?”

“Hm, maybe around three? Sounds good?”

“Sounds good.” She repeats.

“Great, I'll send you the address.”

“Okay,” she says, “can't wait to indulge and talk without an extra set of eyes on us.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I know right. He been keepin’ his distance?”

She takes the phone off speaker and continues talking, making Nique roll her eyes.

“He has! I'm shocked, actually.”

“Well good. His job description ain't said nothing about him harassing you, so it should always be a good ten feet–”

“Mm-mm,” she cuts him off, “twenty-five feet. His ass needs to be damn near invisible.”

He laughs, agreeing with her. “Yeah, he does seem like the hardheaded type.”

“He was pressed as hell once you left. It was really comical.”

“What he say?”

“Asking all these questions about who you were and why you mean mugged his dumb ass, as if he ain't already know.” She snickers.

“You tell him?”

“Nah, I like watching him squirm. Ain't no satisfaction in telling the enemy his just desserts is comin’. Gotta watch it play out if he feelin’ froggy.”

“Tell him to leap, cause I stay ready.”

She was giggling way too much for her own liking, but damn he was hilarious. She knew he was serious, too.

“He don't heed warnings, neither. So y'all might be squabblin’ for real.” She says, looking over at Nique, who's got a huge smile on her face.

“But, anyway. I gotta go. I kinda abandoned my friend to talk to you.” She jokes, earning a shove from her.

“Ah, tell friend I said wassup!”

“He said wassup, friend.” She repeats, looking back in her direction.

She clears her throat and shouts out a hey boyfriend, earning a shove of her own.

“I like her,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I'm sure you do.”

“Well, I'll let y'all get back to it. I look forward to Saturday, ma'am.”

“So do I, dear. You have a good evening.”

“You too.”

After hanging up, she didn't even turn her head good before Nique started.

“Do you hear church bells?! Cause I do!” She snickers.

“Man, come on. We just met like three days ago.”

“And? I ain't seen a smile that big since what's-his-name.”

“Mm. Don't bring that bitch up.”

“Hey, I offered to get the cops called on ‘em, he got warrants and he looks terrible in orange. That's a hit I'm ready to put out, but you won't let me.” She shrugs, making Zora laugh.

“Cause he ain't worth it. He’ll get caught up on his own time. Now, onto more important matters.”

“Yeah, like you got a bodyguard now. Someone scared freckle-face’s dumb ass??”

“I know, I was shocked too! But Leon's got this intimidating stature, especially if you're a scrawn-no-brawn like Cory.”

“How mean was that mug, chile?”

“Vicious,” she snorts. “You'd think Cory crossed his ass in a past life or something. It wasn't friendly at all.”

“That boy better keep it cute,” Nique shakes her head. “Cause I'd hate to attend his funeral.”

“Dramatic as hell. He not gon die— not at the hands of Leon, that is. I can't save him from nobody else.”

“Hell, I kinda wanna see ‘em fight now!”

“Me too!” She laughs.

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Saturday rolled around quicker than Zora anticipated, and she was kinda relieved that he'd planned such a low key first date.

The sun was back, high in the sky, giving her motivation to pull the three day old bun from her head and pick her curls out. She was very grateful that the hair goddesses were on her side.

Mid-seventies weather called for a sundress and she picked the bright orange one from the stack, feeling like an extra spice would do her day some good.

Framing her chestnut curls around her face, she added her new tiger eye bracelet to the nameplate necklace and studs that are always on her person.

Sliding her feet into her wedged sandals, she grabbed her keys and headed to the long awaited spot, where Leon was happily waiting on her.

As if her scent got there before she did, he'd looked up the moment she walked up the sidewalk to the outdoor seating, where he was perched on a bench.

“Hey Zora, you look beautiful.” He greets her with a hug, both of them holding on a little longer.

“Thank you, Leon. You clean up nice.” She responds once they let go and she can take in his fit; a crisp white tee, light wash jeans and seafoam air jordan’s.

He looked good.

He smiles, thanking her before holding the door for her as they head into the white, brick building and order their food.

“I'm paying, so don't try and give me the runaround.” He half jokes, and she just looks up at him and sighs.

“Fine, fine.”

It didn't take her long to figure out what she wanted to indulge in, once she saw bacon, cheese and fries in the same sentence.

Leon was in the mood for a burger and loaded fries, same as hers.

Grabbing their food and heading back outside, the pair get comfy on the bench he was sitting on when she first arrived, sitting a few inches apart.

“Try it,” he nudges, while she stares at it, trying to find a place to attack it.

“I gotta find the right forkful, hol’on,” she chuckles, sticking her fork into the left side where there's a hunk of bacon and cheese.

Taking a bite, she sighs while chewing. He watches with an amused smirk.

“Does that mean you like it?” He asks, biting into his own burger.

“Yeah, it's really good,” she goes back in for a couple more bites, washing it down with her soda.

“How's your burger?” She asks, looking over at him.

“It's delicious. Second time I've had it, it hasn't disappointed me.”

“Good. Now, let's get into the warehouse job you got. Is it like Amazon?”

“Honestly? My granddad got me the job, to keep me outta trouble, but yes it's like Amazon. Smaller scale."

“Mmm, so you are trouble?” She smirks, amused at his laugh.

“I used to be a hothead, I guess you can say. But once you hit thirty, you look around and don't see the people you used to run with no more or they're bad off because the bullshit we used to get into done caught up with ‘em, and I didn't want that to be me. I try and live the straight and narrow life these days.” He explains.

She nods.

“Well, turning over a new leaf is always a good thing. I'm proud of you, even though we've only known each other for about a week.” She smiles.

“Has it been a good week?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she nods, “it has.”

“I love to hear that.”

“I love to say it. You know how many times I've tried to connect with these mamas’ lil dusty sons and they're all simple, slow and stupid? Too many.” She says with the straightest face, making him contemplate on holding his laugh in or not.

“You can laugh, but I'm serious,” she says, not even getting the sentence out as they both cave, wiping tears away as they come back to the point.

“I'm sorry, mama. That was too funny.” He sighs, and the nickname he'd just donned her with doesn't escape her.

“I-I'm serious, it's real bad out here, so don't make me take my words back and fight you.” She points her finger at him.

Holding his hands up in surrender, he flashes a smile. “I promise. I've never stepped out on anybody that ever gave me the time of day.”

“Mhm,”

“You don't believe me? You can personally ask all both of ‘em.”

“All– Leon, you've only had two girlfriends?” She questions, squinting at him as she takes another bite of her fries.

“What I gotta lie for?” He asks with another chuckle.

“I'm sorry, and don't take this the wrong way but… you are too fine to have only gone steady with two women.”

“While I'm flattered, I'm serious. My first girlfriend, Tia. We were in kindergarten, and while you don't think that's serious, we went steady all the way til seventh grade.”

“Really??”

“Yeah, we'd been neighbors since diapers or whatever, and our parents always said we'd either be enemies or friends, and we doubled it on the good side!” He laughs.

“Aw, that's the cutest thing I've ever heard. Seven years.”

“Yeah, you don't think about it when you're a kid, but yeah we were about thirteen or so, shared our actual first kiss and then things got all weird. Puberty was and still is the blame and we've actually agreed on this.”

“Was it an ugly breakup?”

“As ugly as it could be at that age, I suppose. She crossed the fence like usual, but she didn't look happy. In fact, I remember her crying and I didn't understand it then, but I totally got it years later. She felt like we couldn't be in a relationship and be friends like we were, and of course cause we didn't even know how to balance our own feelings, at the time. But I was angry. Accusatory, knowing I couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did, and we didn't talk for a long while.”

“Wow,” she says, waiting for him to continue.

“Well, I apologized, of course.” He laughs, making her do the same. “And she forgave me, and I was able to forgive myself. We're not as close as we used to be, but anytime she needs ol Leon to be a friend, I'm here.”

“Aw, how sweet of you.”

“Yeah, I do what I can, ya know?”

“Mhm. So what you do to the other one?”

“Oh, I'm sure you don't wanna hear about that.” He shakes his head.

“See, it's something you're afraid of sharing with me already?”

“Nah, it's just a little less cinematic.”

“So? If you're telling it, it's gonna be animated anyhow.”

“Cheap shots just keep getting cheaper,” he singsongs.

“Tell the story, Leon,” she mocks in the same fashion.

“Alright, fine. Sophomore year of high school to a little after our college graduation. Candy. Yes, that's her actual name. She was the wild girl to my wild boy. Anything you think we got into, we did it twice.” He shakes his own head.

“Tagged a building?” She asks.

“Try the whole neighborhood.” He scoffs. Her mouth drops.

“Y'all cut curfew and snuck in each other's dorms, didn't you?”

“We got caught so many times.” He answers, shaking his head at himself, again.

“Lord have mercy, I'm not gon guess no more.”

“Good, cause the answer might’ve been the same.” He laughs.

“Okay, alright. So what happen? She find another wild boy?”

“She found many other wild boys and left my ass in the dust, yes she did.”

“Damn, that's so harsh.”

“Can you imagine one of 'em being your friend?” He adds, making her mouth drop open again.

“What?!”

“Yeah, I definitely beat his ass.” He nods.

“That was my follow up question! I'm glad you did, cause what the hell? How'd you–”, she recollects and lowers her heightening tone, “how did you find out?”

“A little after graduation, she was supposed to be going to get her nails done with her girls for the party that night. But instead, she'd buttdialed me while they were making out. She told him that she was gonna dump me and they were gonna move in together and whatever the hell else.”

“I know you not supposed to lay a finger on her, but did you flick her ass in the nose at least?” She asks, reminding him of his fiery ass aunt.

“Nah, I got sisters to handle that. But even then, she wasn't worth it. Her stuff was definitely waiting for her on the curb and I went on my way.”

“Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugs. “It's not the worst thing that's happened.”

“Yeah, I understand that. We've all got our woes.”

He nods, and they take a few minutes to continue eating. Enjoying the sun as it gets to its most golden point, shining down on their kissed skin.

“I get to hear about your woes?” He asks.

“Eh, they end up just like Candy. Their shit on the curb,” she clears her throat, “maybe a tire or three slashed.”

He gasps. “What??”

“You only get in trouble if you slash all four. If you're gonna do it, do it correctly.” She quips.

“Touché.”

“Plus, he deserved it. He slept with the bitch that tried to break into my car.”

“That pretty little bug over there?” He points just down the way.

“Yeah, she's been thuggin’ it out with me for a while now.” She gives a fond smile.

“Did you beat her ass?”

“And his, too.” She says with a roll of her neck, causing another gleaming smile and hearty laugh to come her way.

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Stepping out of her wedges, she cracks her toes on her plush rug and sighs. The stereo is currently playing one of her old mixes off a burned cd. Her phone starts ringing, sending her back towards her bed to retrieve it.

“Hey ma,” she sings.

“Hey, my baby. How was your day?”

“It was actually really good,” she nods, placing her phone on speaker and she shifts through her t-shirts.

“Yeah? What happened?”

“Ugh, Pamela, don't be so nosy.” She snorts, knowing her mother would jerk her collar if she were near.

“Zora-Jean.”

“You and Nique, and that damn Zora-Jean! Please!” She laughs again, pulling the dark green, ninja turtles tee from the pile.

It's country, I know. But I love it. What else was your middle name supposed to be?” Pam questions.

“Yeah, you're right. I guess I'll relax. Just a little. Ooh, I wasn't supposed to tell on her, but she's been riding me all day bout shit— Nique first-named you on the phone the other night.”

“No she didn't!” She hollers.

“Yes she did!” Zora hollers back.

“Lord have mercy, Ima have to kick her where the sun don't shine.” She says, making Zora fall out in laughter.

“You so crazy, girl,” her mother remarks, as she comes back to. “But, why was your day so good? Yeah I'm being nosy, cause you usually always telling me about Cody… Cody?”

“Cory.”

“Yeah, him. Or some patron and their rude asses. So wassup? You find you some new flowers? Ooh, did you see the ones I shared with you?”

“Yes ma, I saw them. I liked the red bunch, that was really pretty, but no I already have my bunch for the next two weeks.”

“Okay so…”

“I met a man.” She smiles.

“Oh, you met a man.” She draws out.

“Yeah, a man.”

“Alright, what's different about this one?”

“He's an open book. First time I've seen, wrapped in mahogany brown skin. He's so fine, mama.”

“Ah, he knows how to communicate? Don't applaud a fish for swimmin’, Jean.”

Zora sucks her teeth, plopping down on the bed.

“You asked what was different, that's different. Jesus ma, relax.”

“You and this relax,”

“Try it, sometime. I think he's cool. He's a goof. Real tall and lanky, but muscular where it counts, like a voluptuous woman loves, apparently. That's what I seem to keep attracting, so… maybe this time it could be different. Can we leave some room for some hope? That's a lot for me too, but i'm doing it.”

Pamela sighs, taking in her youngest daughter's words.

“I hear you, baby. There's always room for hope.”

Ch 4

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#mochaff #zora x leon #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #yahya abdul mateen ii fan fiction

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cyberr-v0id · 7 months

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I should probably make a proper introduction post so here goes

Hi hey hello wassup sup howdy hola hooray

My name is Hecate but I also go by *lists a ton of names because I am genderfluid as hell, can’t choose just one, have a complicated relationship with my irl name, and eventually toss aside every name I go by* here’s the link to my full name post: https://www.tumblr.com/cyberr-v0id/731097944976228352/ok-so-as-i-apparently-use-a-lot-of-names-here-are

My main blog is @cyberr-v0id but I have a ton of side blogs, because I’m addicted to cool usernames??? Apparently??? But I’m only really active on four or five of them

I use he/she/they/fae and occasionally it sets of pronouns, and I am a genderfluid, afab, asexual, lesbian oriented demiromantic. Deal with it or leave :)

I currently have a crush on one of my awesome friends because I only develop crushes on people I have a strong bond with and/or have know for a while . Aka: my friends. It can be low-key awkward but we roll

I am Romani but don’t travel because reasons and I am kinda detached from my culture, but heck of I don’t defend it till my last breath

Now onto what I am interested in ehhehehehe

I AM SO GOSHDARN TOTALLY BRAIN IN THE SAND EYES GOUGED OUT INSANELY OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS RN. ITS A PROBLEM. IT KEEPS COMING BACK. IS THIS A HYPER FIXATION??? IS THIS A SPECIAL INTEREST? I HAVENT BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH (oh wait I should probably put that down as information then come back to my interests)

Ok so, I have never been diagnosed with anything ✨brain wise✨ however pretty much every autistic person I have ever met has said that they think I might be as well, without me even bringing it up, including my AuDHD brother. My mother has said repeatedly throughout my lifetime comments such as ‘are you sure you’re not autistic’ and ‘that is very autistic or you maybe we should get you diagnosed’ but then she denies it if i bring it up

My dad thinks I am adhd, my mum thinks I would be add rather than adhd because I am, to quote, ‘not hyperactive like [brothers name] is’. He is a twelve year old boy. I am a fifteen year old girl. I also take apart all my pens in lessons if I don’t have something less destructible to fidget with. Take that how you will

I personally have done a lot of of research into the both, and feel that I could be either, but slightly more likely adhd

I have a weird issue with my feet where the bones are too close together in places, which means I have really clicky ankle joints, am much more likely to have my ankles roll, twist, or give way, and often my legs hurt pretty bad, and my feet as well, while walking or standing for a long time. But hey! They’re getting better finally :D

OK SO NOW MY INTERESTS

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS HE IS ALL I HACE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, I HAVE BEEN HIGHLIGHTING HIS NAME EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ILIAD, I HAVE LISTENED TO THE EPIC MUSICAL EVERY NIGHT FOR OVER A WEEK, AND THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME THIS YEAR THAT MY OBSESSION HAS APPEARED. AND IT GETS WORSE BY THE DAY.

I HAVE LITERALLY SAT AND RESEARCHED HIM AT BREAKFAST, I HAVE RANTED ABOUT HIM YO EVERY MEMBER OF MY FRIEND GROUP AND MY CRUSH SO MANY TIMES, MY ENGLISH TEACHER HAS BEEN SUBJECTED TO TWO ODYSSEUS RANTS THIS WEEK AND I HAD TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM INFODUMPING ON ONE OF MY MUSICAL THEATRE TEACHERS.

THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM CREATING ODYSSEUS FAN ART IS MY ART SKILLS

Ahem

Onto other interests:

• mythology in general but the one I know the most about and am obsessed with the most is Greek mythology

• the owl house

• Percy Jackson, obviously

• amphibia

• the inheritance cycle

• the dragon prince

• miss peregrines home for peculiar children

•avatar the last air bender

•dragon age absolution

• how to train your dragon (books, films, series)

•the wizards of once

•dragons themself as a thing

•folklore and faeries

• nimona

•Dracula

•redwall

•and a heck ton more that I cannot think of. I’ll rant about it eventually if I love it that much

The main sports I do rn are archery, paddle boarding, and skateboarding, as well as dance through my musical theatre group. Also lightsaber fighting in my street

I do art and writing and reading and acting and lots more I do a lot and then I abandon my hobbies for a while, and jewelry making and sewing and

I’ll link some more posts here that may be useful to y’all:

And remember, this blog is ran by an Odysseus obsessed teen above all else

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caashmoneynae · 6 months

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FOREVER MY LADY.

JOEY BADA$$ x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Jo-Vaughn wants to cater to his woman and add to his pedigree. ✨

❦

𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗛 typed away at her computer as she sat at her desk inside her cubicle, her eyes mindlessly scanning the words she typed to make sure there were no misspellings of any kind while she gently chewed on her bottom lip in concentration.

(A/N: pronounced 'KEY•ASIA')

suddenly, Keiajah's cell phone buzzed against her desk, indicating an incoming call, and she slightly jumped at the sudden sound as her movements on the keyboard halted and she quickly picked up her phone, answering the call without checking the caller I.D. while she placed the electronic up to her ear.

"hello?"

"hi, mommy!" the elated voice of a young Indigo — Keiajah's daughter — flooded through Keiajah's ears before she could begin typing again, and she smiled widely at the sound of her voice as she removed her hands from her keyboard.

"hey, mama's baby, how are you? what you and ya daddy been up to?" Keiajah smiled, checking the caller's I.D. and realizing she was calling off of Jo-Vaughn's phone, as she heard shuffling in the background and let out a soft chuckle at hearing giggling on the other line.

Indigo was Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn's five-year-old daughter. she was born a few months after their wedding and they've cherished her ever since. she resembled both of them yet she had Jo-Vaughn's skin tone, and Keiajah and her mother considered her a "Daddy's Girl" because of this.

as for Jo-Vaughn, he loved his daughter more than anything, and it was evident anytime she was brought up. even in interviews, you could tell he viewed his daughter as the light of his life.

due to Keiajah's desk job, it gave him more time to spend with her. he spent so much time with her that she practically started to talk like him, and Keiajah found it amusing yet adorable how much she took after her father to the point Indigo earned the nickname "mini Joey" from Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn's mother.

"i'm gooood! Daddy's about to take me to grandma's house for the weekend and i won't see you when you come home, so he let me call you," Indigo smiled as Keiajah smiled and twirled one of her passion twists around her manicured finger, "oh! and Daddy's been bad, mama! i heard him say two cuss words!"

"why you snitchin' on me, girl?" Keiajah heard Jo-Vaughn ask in the background, making her stifle a guffaw, as Indigo giggled at him.

"because you not supposed to say bad words, Daddy!" Indigo exclaimed as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and shook her head at their antics.

"let me speak to him, Indy. i'ma get him for you, alright?" Keiajah promised, chuckling softly, as she leaned up in her chair and grabbed her cup of tea, taking a sip of her beverage before sitting the cup back down.

"okaaaay... Daddy, come get the phone!" the pitter-patter of Indigo's feet against the wood flooring could be heard through the phone, along with more shuffling, as Keiajah swallowed her drink and sat back into her chair, smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt before a voice was heard once again on the other line.

"look, man, in my defense, i only cussed 'cause i dropped sum' in the kitchen and almost made a mess," Jo-Vaughn defended his usage of curse words as Keiajah laughed and he chuckled at the sound of her laughter, making him smile, "wassup, baby."

"hi, handsome." Keiajah smiled, a blush coming across her face like she was a schoolgirl interacting with her crush, as she adjusted her phone against her ear and resumed typing at her computer, her eyes flickering between her monitor and her keyboard to make sure she hit the right keys while she listened to the faint voices and shuffling in the background.

Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn went wayyy back. the two had known each other since they went to high school together and surprisingly, they managed to stay in contact with one another. despite Jo-Vaughn's music career taking off, he always made sure to make time for Keiajah and the two became close friends. she was his biggest supporter throughout his music career and his acting career, and she even starred in a few of his music videos.

regardless of how big his career was growing, Jo-Vaughn never let it stop him from giving Keiajah some of his time, even if it was just a little bit. between touring and filming shows, their bond only grew stronger and stronger, which caused their platonic relationship to transform into one filled with romance. the two made things official a month after "B4.DA.$$" was released, which honestly didn't surprise most because she starred as his love interest in the "Like Me" music video, and this began the cycle of Keiajah coming on tour with him.

around July 2017, Keiajah got pregnant with Jo-Vaughn's child, and the idea of becoming a father filled him with joy, even though he was at the peak of his career and had released "ALL-AMERIKKAN BADA$$" just two months ago. she had a gender reveal around early December and it was officially known that Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn were having a girl, which was the gender both of them hope for, but they still would've been satisfied if they had a boy instead.

a few weeks later, on Christmas Day, Jo-Vaughn proposed to Keiajah, and the two got married on New Year's Eve, which they announced to the public. they became the trending topic of social media for the next few days because of this, but neither of them cared. as long as they were happy, that's all that mattered.

Indigo was due sometime in March, but she came on April 1st instead, so when Keiajah called Jo-Vaughn and told him she was going into labor, he thought she was pulling an April Fools prank on him. that was until she got hit with a contraction and started cussing him out and letting out whines and groans of discomfort.

five years later, their marriage was still as strong as no other, and the love they held for each other couldn't be diminished no matter how hard the media tried. Indigo was still as beautiful as she was when she was first born and the couple wasted no time creating memories with her. hell, they still had Polaroids of her when she was just one month old.

most people thought Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn wouldn't last long due to his career, their enviousness, or whatever bogus reason they could come up with, so when Keiajah popped out with a ring and a baby, she knew how speechless those same motherfuckers probably were.

"you takin' my baby to ya moms this weekend?" Keiajah asked, hearing Indigo's voice in the background, as she paused her typing to rejuvenate her thought process before her fingers resumed their actions.

"yeah, she wanted to see her, so i told her i'ma give her to her for the weekend," Jo-Vaughn informed as he zipped up Indigo's small suitcase, "you still gettin' off at ya normal time, mama?"

"mhm, i should be. my boss hasn't told me anything different, so i'll be at home at 7 as usual." Keiajah assured as her brown eyes fell onto the clock on her desk next to her work phone that read '5:42 P.M.' in red writing.

"good. and it needa' stay like that or i'ma come down there and give ya boss a piece of my mind, you heard? i wanna spend some time with my wife," Jo-Vaughn complained as Keiajah sensed a pout on his face due to his tone and let out a soft giggle, "nah but fo'real, i wanna have dinner tonight. we ain't had some time to ourselves in a while and with my moms havin' Indigo for the weekend, i'ma take advantage of that alone time. so when you get off work, bring ya pretty ass straight home, yo."

"don't let Indy hear you cuss, i already gotta' whup you," Keiajah joked, a small playful smile pulling at her lips, as Jo-Vaughn's laugh rang through her ears and her smile slightly widened, "and, ooh, not you cookin' for me. what's the occasion?

"she was already tryna' pop my hand 'cause i cussed, man. like mother, like daughter," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, smiling, as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and shook her head at the image of their interaction, "but, it's just a lil' sum', that's all. i'ma get off ya line tho', i know you got work to do. see you tonight, shorty."

"see you tonight, baby. kiss ya mini me's forehead for me."

—

"baby, where you at?" Keiajah called, shutting and locking the front door behind her, as she took off her heels and let out a low exhale of relief due to how sore the soles of her feet were.

"in the kitchen!" the sound of Jo-Vaughn's voice made Keiajah crack a smile and she let out a soft chuckle as she walked to the kitchen and saw him standing at the stove with what seemed to be an apron on his body, making her giggle while she walked towards him.

"you so extra, what you need an apron for?" Keiajah questioned, giggling, as she wrapped one of her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, causing him to glance back at her while he chuckled.

"we ain't buy this muh'fucka' for no reason. might as well throw this shit on and pretend i'm doin' sum' wit' it," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, looking down at her, as he kissed her lips and his eyes flickered between her irises and the heels in her hands, "ya feet hurtin' again, Kei'?"

"yes, sir, they are. these heels kick my ass every day," Keiajah chuckled as her eyes averted to the stove, "what you cookin' me, handsome?"

"ya favorite," Jo-Vaughn smirked smugly as he watched Keiajah look into the pot he was stirring in and her eyes sparkled at the sight of the wide pasta noodles, causing it to click in her head that he was making shrimp alfredo, "i ran you a bath, mama. go upstairs, relax, and when you come back down, the food should be ready. and if ya feet still hurt, i can massage 'em for you."

"what did i do to deserve you for a husband?" Keiajah playfully asked, a smile on her face while Jo-Vaughn chuckled, as she planted two kisses on his cheek before pulling away from him, "thank you, baby."

"anytime, beautiful."

—

"...then i damn near wasted tea on my dress shirt... it was just a whole lot for no reason, man," Keiajah chuckled, shaking her head, as she swallowed the food in her mouth and dipped her fork back into her nearly empty plate of pasta, "it was nerve-wreckin' as hell, i'll tell you that. but when i got that call from you and mini Joey, it brightened my day. i can always count on y'all to make me smile."

"you just went through a buncha' shit today, huh? i'm glad we could make you smile tho', pretty," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, massaging her right foot, as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and nodded her head while she swirled the last of her pasta onto her fork, "if youn' mind... i wanna talk to you 'bout sum', mama."

Keiajah slipped her fork into her mouth and she looked up at Jo-Vaughn as she nodded her head, signaling for him to go on while she removed her fork from her mouth and licked her lips.

"these five years with Indigo have been the best years of my life, and i'm glad to have spent 'em with you. her giggles, her squeals, her smiles, the lil' pitter-patter of her feet when she makes one of us chase her around the house... i couldn't ask for anything else in the world but her. seein' you take care of her and bond with her makes me so happy, baby. youn' even know how much a nigga be smilin' at the sight of my two favorite girls," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, a smile on his face, as Keiajah blushed and let out a giggle, "i guess what i'm tryna' say is... I WANT ANOTHER BABY, KEI'. i wanna give our girl a sibling and expand our household, but only if you're ready."

"and you remember the conversation we had before Indigo was born about you bein' a stay-at-home mom? i think it's time for that conversation to become a reality, baby. with you bein' at home more, it can ease ya stress — and we both know ya job be stressin' you — and you get to spend more time with me and our princess, and i know you crave that quality time because you mentioned it to me before. and you know i can take care of you and Indy, that ain't nothin' i can't handle." Jo-Vaughn finished, looking over at his wife, as Keiajah swallowed the pasta in her mouth and raised her brows, her husband's suggestions marinating in her mind while she grabbed her glass of red wine.

"hold on," Keiajah chuckled, taking a sip of her wine, as she swallowed the liquor and softly cleared her throat while she set the wine glass back onto the coffee table, "to be honest... i, uh... i actually had thoughts of havin' another baby and quittin' my job, but i never brought it up 'cause i thought those feelings were just 'in-the-moment' feelings and that they would subside."

"so, did they?"

"...no, they didn't," Keiajah admitted, sitting her empty plate next to her glass, as she grabbed Jo-Vaughn's hand and held it in hers, "seeing how good you are with Indy made me wanna give you another baby when she was just three, but i held off on bringin' it up 'cause i felt it was too soon for us to have another one. but now... now i'm sure."

"I WANT ANOTHER BABY TOO, J," Keiajah smiled as Jo-Vaughn smiled widely and she gently squeezed his hand, "and trust me, quittin' my job ain't hard, them muh'fuckas' make me wanna walk out every time i clock in."

the two let out laughs in sync at Keiajah's remark and Jo-Vaughn cupped her face into his hands as he lovingly kissed her lips, making the woman smile in the lip-lock while she kissed him back. the taste of the wine lingered on Keiajah's tongue and as the lovers kissed, the taste was passed to Jo-Vaughn's taste buds, making him softly chuckle while he pulled away from the kiss and his lips trailed down to her jawline.

"you wanna know what i think?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, his voice lower than before, as he kissed down to her neck and Keiajah hummed softly, wanting him to continue, "i think we should start makin' that baby now."

Keiajah giggled once she felt him kiss her neck and a small smirk pulled at her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "i think we should, too. you wanna take me upstairs?"

"oh, i'ma do more than just take you upstairs."

—

"what's your obsession with kissin' my stomach every time i'm naked?" Keiajah chuckled, watching him litter her stretch-marked tummy with kisses, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled softly and raised his head, spreading her legs a bit wider while he hooked his index finger on the hem of her panties.

"because i know how self-conscious you can get sometimes when it comes to what your body looks like, especially after you had our babygirl. i make it my mission to always show love to it so you know regardless of what it looks like, i'll always love you," Jo-Vaughn informed, making Keiajah crack a smile, as he pulled her panties off of her lower half and smirked a bit at the wet spot inside of them before tossing them on the ground, "and after all this... it's gon' be a mini you in there, so i ain't got no choice but to kiss my unborn seed. i did it with Indigo and i'ma do it with our next baby."

after Keiajah had Indigo, her body didn't snap back to its old frame like most mothers did. instead, her baby weight was distributed to her hips, thighs, and ass, and her stomach held a small pudge and some stretch marks due to her large baby bump.

she was insecure about her shape after she gave birth, but Jo-Vaughn made sure to remind her that there was nothing wrong with her or her body, and Keiajah was forever grateful for his words of affection.

"she's still so pretty," Jo-Vaughn complimented softly, referring to her vulva, as he licked his lips and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her lower half closer to his face while she blushed lightly, "and wet."

his soft lips peppered kisses around both of her inner thighs and his face inched closer to her core as she gently bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation, eager yet nervous for him to begin feasting. feeling his tongue glide over her clitoris, Keiajah's jaw slightly dropped and a weak whimper fell from her lips as Jo-Vaughn planted kisses around her cunt, his lips coming to a stop while he placed her clit in his mouth.

sucking the throbbing bud, Jo-Vaughn's eyes gradually shut and his brows slightly furrowed in concentration as he french-kissed her cunt, showering her bundle of nerves with the most attention while he lovingly caressed her thighs.

"f-fuck... oh, baby," Keiajah moaned softly as she ran her fingers over his low-cut hair, "that feels s-so good."

Jo-Vaughn's eyes opened at the sound of her voice, and he looked up at her as he watched her love faces, "yeah? you like that, pretty?"

"y-yessss— o-oh!" Keiajah's voice reached a higher pitch once she felt Jo-Vaughn's middle finger enter her and her eyes rolled back as her back slightly arched off of the bed and she gently tugged at the man's hair, making him softly groan against her while her hips bucked from the vibrations.

"i missed tastin' you so bad, mama. feelin' you squirm against my tongue and tug at my hair always made my night," Jo-Vaughn smirked, adding another finger inside of her, as Keiajah squealed at feeling his fingers graze her spot and she whimpered loudly, "and i know me eatin' this pussy made yours, too."

"r... right there..." Keiajah airily moaned, feeling his fingers graze her g-spot for a second time, as she clutched one of her breasts in her hand and lightly squeezed it, "...r-right there, baby."

"right here, gorgeous? hm?" Jo-Vaughn curved his fingers and almost instantly hit the erogenous zone, making Keiajah's eyes roll into the back of her head while she gasped loudly.

"oh, shit!" suddenly, Keiajah's stomach muscles tightened and her stomach caved in as she squirted, her juices falling into Jo-Vaughn's mouth and onto the sheets and his fingers while her hips jolted rapidly, "fuck, fuck, f-fuck!"

"there you go, baby. handle that nut like a big girl," Jo-Vaughn cooed, licking her clean, as he pulled away from her and licked his lips, looking up at her and watching her face flush in embarrassment while he chuckled softly, "aw, mama, why you gettin' shy on me?"

"...because..." Keiajah trailed off softly as she let out a shy laugh and covered her face with her hands, "i don't remember the last time i squirted, J."

"if i'm not mistaken," Jo-Vaughn paused, gently removing his fingers from her core, as he slipped them inside his mouth, "i think it was the night i got you pregnant."

"we runnin' old traditions back, huh?" Keiajah joked, earning a laugh from Jo-Vaughn, as Jo-Vaughn removed his fingers from his mouth and gently cupped Keiajah's jaw in his hand, lightly squeezing her face and signaling for her to open her mouth while he placed his middle and ring fingers between her lips.

"shit, that's what it seems like," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, removing his fingers from her mouth, as he leaned down to her and kissed her lips, "especially since i'm 'bout to be nuttin' in you again."

"don't get used to it. i'm not 'bout to have all them kids like that woman that lives in a shoe." Keiajah joked, referencing the nursery rhyme "There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe", as Jo-Vaughn laughed and cupped her face in his hands, giving her lips two pecks while Keiajah smiled and let out a giggle.

"youn' wanna have a football team with me, Kei'?" Jo-Vaughn goofily smirked, removing his basketball shorts, as Keiajah smacked her lips and Jo-Vaughn laughed at her reaction, feeling her thump his shoulder while he stripped himself of his boxers.

"Joey... i'ma yank this gold hoop out yo' ear if you don't stop playin'." Keiajah threatened, a playful grin on her face, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and tossed his boxers on the floor, his eyes meeting hers while he pecked her lips.

"you know you love my jokes, girl." Jo-Vaughn smirked, playfully winking at her, as Keiajah jokingly rolled her eyes and slightly spread her legs wider once she felt his tip poke her entrance.

feeling his phallus slowly ease into her wetness, Keiajah's jaw gradually dropped and her eyes fluttered a bit from the feeling of being filled up as a low gasp fell from her lips and her brows slightly furrowed, gently gripping his shoulders while Jo-Vaughn softly groaned at feeling her walls clench around him. resting his forehead against hers, the couple held eye contact with one another as Jo-Vaughn's hips rocked into hers at a slow yet deep pace, making sure she felt every inch of his length and the passion in his strokes.

"f-fuck..." Keiajah whimpered, feeling his fingertips caress her thighs, as a small blush of shyness started to coat her face and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, "i-i forgot how b-big you are..."

"you gettin' shy on me and tryna' hide ya face like i ain't tell you 'bout doin' that," Jo-Vaughn chuckled softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he lightly turned his head to the side and kissed the top of her earlobe, "let me see that pretty face, mama."

Keiajah let out a soft whine and obeyed his orders as her head lay against the pillow once again, their eyes locking while tingles spread across her body from the pleasure she felt. smiling a bit at her, Jo-Vaughn leaned down to her and kissed her lips as Keiajah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his body further onto hers while the bed gently rocked underneath them.

there was a difference between sex and making love, and the two had that conversation sometime in the past. sex has no strings attached and no strong emotions like making love does. making love is like two souls of lovers combining and transforming into something beautiful that could only be seen through your third eye and felt through your spirit. making love is like letting your body show how you truly feel inside about the person you're opening your legs for. making love is allowing yourself to be vulnerable and showing how passionate you are about your significant other.

making love is a sacred act that shouldn't be taken advantage of. it's something you should cherish like a newborn baby, and this is something they both knew.

their love was strong and passionate, filled with bliss and a little stress from the woman's end. nothing could diminish how they felt about each other, not even rumors from the media of infidelity. they loved each other and trusted each other with everything they had in them, and not even death could break their strong connection.

"i love you." Jo-Vaughn whispered against her lips, making butterflies fill her stomach like it was her first time hearing those words, as Keiajah smiled into the kiss and cupped the nape of his neck in her hand, caressing the soft skin while she pulled away from the lip-lock and rested her forehead against her husband's.

"I love you more."

#x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #joey bada$$#joeybadass #oc #one shot #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #black people

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blahhhhhhhohmigosh · 5 months

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lee mikey: Mikey is decorating Christmas cookies and he's doing it somewhat differently when someone (you can pick who) says something rude and hurts Mikeys feelings. The other over hear it and are NOT letting their baby brother be sad.

Day 24. The Giggly cookie

Summary: Mikey has a small cookie-sell out, but when someone comments on his cookies he gets sad... next thing he knows he is getting cheered up by his brothers.

A/n: SO this is the last day of this christmas series, ofcourse I'm still open to request but it won't be a Daily comic, cause of 2 things, 1 i have a busy life, 2 MOST of these were rushed and for them to not be rushed i need time for that, so yh, I'm still open to request, just they won't get here easily. Merry Christmas and HAPPY new year! T-CESTERS AND PRO-SHIPPERS NOT ALLOWED. Enjoy!!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo, Donnie and Raph.

Extra: the purple dragons.

Warrnings: Making someone sad, mentions of nuking, Tickling. Comfort.

Mikey had a sell out with his Christmas cooking! He thought some sweets would be perfect for the christmas-spirit! He was selling soo many Christmas treats as the snowflakes fell on the cookie boxes he hand made. Suddenly he saw 3 teenagers in purple satin jackets walk his way. He was suspicious, okay he didn't know these 3 people but...those jackets seemed familiar... The 3 teenagers made their way to the cookie stand as Mikey said.

🧡:Hello! How can i help you?-

💜Ke: OH I have an idea how you can help us... by running away with these horrible cookies of yours- I mean- who whould buy...these cookies?

Mikeys smile slowley faded away, a bit of iritation and hurt showing in his eyes as his smile turned to a frown. Kendras words did hit a bit...

🧡:Wha-

💜Je: Yeah like dude what are these supposed to be?? Who are you waiting for?? A dog??? A rat??? Those look like traps that even the dumbest animal won't fall for!!

Jeremy snickered eith Kendra giving each other a high five as Jason added.

💜Ja: those don't even look good dude. You should get a beter skill.

Kendra and Jeremy stopped laughing glaring at Jason.

💜Ke: oh shut up Jason. That wasn't either funny or creative. *groan* come on guys. Let's go. We don't have time for some plain papper sweets.

The Purple dragons walked away laughing leaving the turtle hurt, he whanted to yell at them, he whanted to prove to them he's actually good, but for some reason he thought...were they right?

Mikey gathered all his cookies and stand and quickly went back into the lair. Trying to swallow his tears.

When he came back he sat in the kitchen, now in a bad mood, laying his head onto his arms as his eyes glossed up with a small pout on his face. Meanwhile his older brothers came back with the pizza, Leo and Donnie were arguing about something meanwhile Raph just listened with an annoyed face, when they saw Mikey they all went greet their brother.

💙:Hi Bud! Wassup?

🧡:Nothing...

When they all hear Mikeys voice their joy faded replacing with worry and concern.

❤️:Hey Mikey uh how did the sell out go!-

Before he could finish Mikey interrupted with a groan as he hid his face in his arms showing all of them that something did indeed happend.

Mikey then explained what hapoend making the 3 older turtles mad before trying and comforting their brother.

💜:Ah brother, don't litsen to those idiots that call themselves geniuses, they are just stuck up brats.

💙:Yea! Mikey, your baking and decorating is *chef kiss* those idiots should go suck a drain.

🧡:Maybe...but what if it's true...?

Raph was rubbing the younger shoulder slowley getting an idea as he slowley started tickling his sides while Leo and Donnie tried comforting Mikey, when Mikey felt the tickles he hid his face into the table making Donnie and Leo think he's crying before they heard.

🧡:RhahahaphHh SthOHOpp-

The faint and muffled giggles of the youngest turtle giving the other ideas. Leo started slowley tickling Mikeys armpits meanwhile Donnie started tickling Mikeys neck and shell.

Mikey bursted into giggles and laughter as he tried to kick them off but with no amount of effort he put in, he coudnt. Slowley the tickling increased making the boy laugh hysterically before the others let him breathe and stopped. Smiling at their youngest brother before Leo mumbled to Donnie.

💙:You nuked the purple idiots base right?

💜:Yup.

Before they started tickling Mikey agian to make sure he is infact in a great mood.

#rottmnt tickle #rottmnt #tickle fic #fluff #requests?#rottmnt fluff #christmas tickle #christmas tickle series #christmas #ler!donnie #ler!donatello #ler!raph #ler!raphael #ler!leo #ler!leonardo #lee!michaelangelo #lee!mikey

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Hey Brother

Finn and Alex answer to some sibling questions in an interview for the Lions' channel.

CW: mentions of injuries and food

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. inspired by the lovely @fruitcoops's social media fics (and happy birthday again, lovely!) read it on ao3 here.

“I’m so excited, I never get called for this kind of things,” Alex smiled.

He was sitting down at a table with Finn at his side, a plain background behind them and two glasses of water on the table he was leaning on with his arms. They were wearing their team’s jerseys, with two mics were pinned on the collars. “Finn, why do you never call me for these things?”

“Why don’t you do them with your team?”

“It’s not up to me!”

A voice came from off camera. “We’re recording, guys.”

Finn turned to flash a smile at the camera. “Wassup, Lions! Welcome to another Lions Channel video. I’m your one and only Finn O’Hara, and I’m here with my brother Alex, center for the New York Rangers.”

Alex waved his hand, winking at the camera. “Hi, Lions. Today we’ll be answering some siblings’ questions, read by the amazing Marlene.”

The voice behind the camera made a cooing noise. “Alex, I want you here for every video.”

Alex nodded, smiling even more. “I want to be in one with all the couples!”

“Throuples, Al, we’re both in throuples.”

“That,” he nodded. “Throuple tag. Poly night. Double throuples double trouble!”

“I’ll make that happen!” Marlene yelled back. She made a quick run into frame to double five Alex as Finn rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. “Since I’m already here, I’ll explain the game. I’m going to read some of the questions our viewers wrote under the comments of our last video -link below- and the O’Haras are going to answer for us. You ready, guys?”

Alex gave a thumb up, and Finn making finger-guns at the camera as Marlene walked away. “Unleash ‘em.”

“Great! Just one thing to do before we start. It’s jerseys swapping time!”

They both groaned, but they got up grinning to take off the respective jerseys, their protests only light teases.

“Do we have to? He stinks.”

“But this way I’ll catch the nerdy loser’s disease.”

“C’mon, we’re playing with the audience a bit,” Marlene smiled.

The two brothers handed each other the piece of clothing and put them on before taking their seats again. Alex was delighted with the blush on Kasey’s cheeks, from where he was standing behind the camera together with some members of the team, as he put on the red and golden jersey. He made a mental note for later and smiled at the camera.

“Do your parents have a favorite?”

“Oh, he’s definitely Mom’s,” Finn immediately said, crossing his arms with a light frown. Alex shrugged.

“You only say that because you’re Dad’s. The biggest couple of dorks that ever dorked on Earth.”

“Excuse you?”

Alex nodded gravely, patting his brother’s shoulder. “Yeah, you and dad are the dorks, mom and I are the cool ones. Just the facts, buddy.”

“That’s…that’s not true,” Finn said with not much conviction in his voice.

“We can call mom right now and ask her.” Finn’s ears went red from blushing.

“I don’t wanna bother her with such irrelevant assumptions, that’s all,” he mumbled, looking away, and Alex barked out a loud laugh.

“What do you love and what do you hate about being in the NHL together?”

Alex stretched his legs under the table, bringing an arm around Finn’s chair. “Well, we don’t see each other as much as I’d like to because of our schedules. But there’s an added challenge every time we play against each other.”

Finn licked his lips. “What I don’t like is that, until we’re not on the same team, one of us has to fail for the other to win, and that’s kind of bitter, like in some Greek myth.” Alex threw a pointed look at the camera, mouthing dork. “But I like when we’re on the ice together.”

“Yeah, it’s always funny to beat your bony ass,” Alex smirked, and the video was cut the moment Finn opened his mouth to argue.

“What do you think of your brother’s partners?”

“Bliz and Nat are cool,” Finn shrugged with a small smile. “Natalie will lend me her books and do face masks with me if I ask nicely. But Kasey knows that he can get away with pranks because Alex is on his side, and that’s not okay.”

Alex looked smug. “I so am. So, Leo and Logan…well, I’d say I know Logan better, but I really like them both. Leo is great. He brings all the maturity you two lack and if it wasn’t for him, you’d starve.”

“You know, he was so worried when I introduced you officially.”

“Finn!” Leo gasped off camera. “He wasn’t supposed to know that!”

“Do you think you’re a better player than your brother?”

“Yes,” they answered at the same time evenly, without batting an eye.

“What’s your brother’s pre-game meal?”

Finn started drumming on the table as they both leaned forward, identical grins on their faces. “Grilled cheese with strawberry jam!” they exclaimed together.

“It was my favorite when I was a kid, then I started making it for Finn before his games, and now god forbid we touch the ice without having it first,” Alex said.

Finn smiled. “We prepared it together before our last game in New York, a month ago. What a jump in the past.”

“When did you brother scare you the most?”

“Oof, definitely his two concussion adventures in college,” Alex sighed deeply, readjusting on his chair. “For the first one I checked my phone after practice and found, like, seven missed calls from our parents, and took a plane immediately. It was scary to see him laying still and silent like that.”

Finn was silent for a moment, biting his lip. “This is gonna sound so stupid after what you just said, but there was this time, when I was eleven-”

“Oh my God, Finn, get over it,” Alex rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, it’s my scary experience. So, I was eleven, my friends and I had gotten our hands on this horror movie with age restrictions and all. I can’t remember the title…it was about a ghost living in the walls of a house, and you’ll see why this bit is important. Anyway, we were so hyped up- that is, until I was in my room, at night, alone and in complete darkness. It’s already scary as it is, really. Then, I hear this loud stomp against the wall, and footsteps outside my room, back and forth. And this went on for, like, half an hour. I was about to pee myself. Then this dark figure comes into my room and mumbles something and just stands there, in front of me. I was so freaked out, here, feel my goosebumps.” Alex slapped his arm away. “I was crying by that point. When I mastered the tiniest hint of courage to turn on the lights, I saw this…this lanky teenager with his eyes closed, talking to himself and with a bleeding nose.”

Multiple people behind the camera started laughing.

“I was having trouble with sleepwalking in that period,” Alex explained with a sigh, “And that night I walked into a wall face-first, then into Finn’s bedroom and talked to myself for a bit. Then he started screaming so I woke up terrified and- yeah, not a good night.”

“Then dad came in and blamed me for having scared Alex, because you have to be gentle with sleepwalkers, and went all fussy over him,” Finn scoffed, shaking his head. “And I got grounded for the movie, too. I still think he was awake the whole time and that it was a prank.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah Finn, I broke my nose against a wall just to scare you when it takes so much less.”

“He told everyone in school he broke his nose on a fight on the ice.”

“Shut up.”

“Who was a better scholar?”

Alex arched his brows, pointing a finger at Finn, who opened his arms in a half-bow. “Between who, Mr. Harvard degree and winner of the DSA lottery? Tough choice.”

“Actually, it’s between whom,” Finn pointed out, voice small.

Alex turned slowly and blinked. “Finn, do you actually want me to put the socks I wore at practice one week ago and that are still in my bag under your pillow? Because it sounds like it.”

At that, Finn’s smile disappeared, his expression as if caught on flashbacks. Alex returned to face the camera and shrugged. “It wasn’t the DSA deal per se, but the way teachers treated it. Studying was hard because there wasn’t much awareness on the subject. But I had lots of friends in school. It was a blast.”

Finn pulled a face. “We had lots of friends and were always more on the popular side. But honestly, between my ADHD and his DSA, our parents argued with our teachers a lot. I hope the situation is better now, but the majority believed that they were just excuses for not studying. College was better, but yuck.”

Alex nodded solemnly. “Yeah, yuck.”

“Your brother’s favorite superhero.”

They looked at each other in the eyes for a second before erupting in laughter, Finn snortling a little, and making Alex laugh harder as he leaned on the table. “Look up, Finn.”

“But no, Alex, look down.”

Another fist of laughter had them bent on the table, shoulder shaking. After a while they straightened, cheeks flushed, and Alex took a sip of water. Finn grinned devilishly as he watched his brother drink and started humming the Spiderman’s theme song. It made Alex choke on his water, and some got out of his nose. He was still giggling as he coughed and patted his own chest a few times, and Finn was about to fall from his chair for how hard was laughing.

“Guys?” Marlene called, mildly amused.

Alex nodded, slapping Finn’s arm, and making him straighten up. “No, yeah-we’re good, we’re good.”

Finn cleared his throat. “We’d need a whole other video to talk about this. Short version: as two nerdy kids growing up in New York, we were obsessed with pretty much every superhero. So many shenanigans. But our favorite was Spiderman-”

“-and Ninja turtles.”

“And Ninja turtles. Alex always made up stories on how he met them on the way home. Suspiciously every time I wasn’t there.”

The older brother grinned without a trace of regret. “I had him in the palm of my hand, really. So gullible.”

“Oh, Finn, buddy, I told the Ninja turtles how fast you are at cleaning my room and they didn’t believe me.” Finn glared at Alex, who nodded proudly. “No, yeah Fishy, I just had a pizza with Peter Parker. He likes me better.”

“I had him believe that the Turtles’ base was in the sewers under our house and that you could see Spiderman flying from the living room’s window. But only when he wasn’t looking.”

“That’s mean!” Marlene called, laughing.

Finn nodded, thankful for the support, but Alex dismissed her with a hand. “Nah, it builds character.”

“Do you think your brother would make a good parent?”

“I know he will,” Finn nodded, quick and confident. They were now calmer, but the blush on their cheeks was slow to disappear. “He’s caring and protective, but not in a strict way. I like to think I was a good training, because he always hung out with me when we were kids, and he took me everywhere. Sometimes you don’t want your little tagalong brother always following you, and I certainly was a presence as a kid. But he never minded it.”

Alex, who’d been looking at him intensely, quickly wiped his glossy eyes before clearing his throat. He leaned forward and looked at both sides, like a coach releasing vital information during an important press interview. “Finn will be the king of suburban dads,” he declared.

“Hell yeah, I will,” Finn beamed.

“A point of force and one of weakness of your brother on the ice.”

They both took a moment to reflect, looking up in the same identical manner. Alex lifted a finger.

“You’re crazy fast, and that’s my answer for both points. It’s a good thing because you can lead the puck from nest to nest in no time, but it also means that when you take a hit at a high speed it’s always a huge risk. Would you look at that, just like with your concussions.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we got it, clumsy, silly Finn.” He licked his lips and thought some more before answering. “I’m gonna go with your hard shot for the positive thing and, huh…you should work on backwards passes? Maybe? Can that be my answer?”

He looked over the camera for confirmation and smiled. “Great.”

“Is there something you’d like to tell your brother?”

“I wish we talked more,” Alex said, more somber than from the rest of the interview, turning to face Finn. “We always do, but never of, like, feelings and such. And I wish I’d been there for you more in the past.”

Finn’s lips arched downwards in an involuntary touched pout, and he scooped his chair closer to Alex’s. “Well, ’snot your fault,” he replied gently. “You were always there. I didn’t talk, but I knew I would have been safe if I did. But yeah, same for me, I think. We kind of went through tough periods at the same time, but I was in college and not emotionally intelligent at all. So yeah, you were always there for me, but I can’t say the same.”

Alex’s smile was soft as he pulled Finn’s chair attached to his. He threw an arm around his brother’s shoulders, and Finn leaned in unconsciously. “I don’t feel that way,” he said quietly, “But we can talk about it if you’d like.”

Finn nodded, blinking rapidly. “Yeah.”

“Something you wanna tell the NHL or the fans?”

“Never be afraid of who you are and who you love,” Finn smiled, adjusting the small bisexual pin next to the microphone on his jersey. Alex did the same with his pansexual one and nodded, taking a moment to find the right words.

“In the NHL we’re witnessing many changes in so little time, and it’s great. But before last year, we’d been on stall for ages, because when you feel like you’re the only one, every step is scary as hell. That’s why it’s important to reach out and realize you’re never alone.” There were a few seconds of reminiscing silence, both nodding and wetting their lips. Then Finn cupped his hands around the mouth, forming a cone.

“And let us play on the same team!”

Alex nodded emphatically. “Think of us as an investment.”

“We’d be invincible.”

“The siblings’ bond is so here.”

“Okay, I think they got the message,” Marlene laughed. “Well, this was the last question for you guys! Wanna sign us off?”

“This was Finn O’Hara.”

“And Alex O’Hara, for the Lions Channel. Hope I’ll see you soon!”

#lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #alex o'hara #finn o'hara #o'hara brothers #lou's writing #social media fic #fluff

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This was written in 2021 for Tickletober2021. (posted on @ticklishshenanigansau using their prompt) Posting this to log my progress at a writer

(yes i am p ry lc, have to seperate the name as I want this to be a seperate account that people that know me irl wont be able to find it by searching up my name)

Eight Plus Two Makes Ten

Prompt: Counting

Fandom: Undertale

No pairings

Masterpost

Nothing scheduled today, Papyrus finally taking a day off to hang out with Undyne... Yup. Today was the best day to relax... A day to just be even more lazy, a da- "Sans!" someone shouted, bursting through the door. Oh, it was Frisk.

"oh, wassup?" Sans waved.

"I called you five times already and you didn't pick up or reply to my texts!!!" Frisk exclaimed.

"oh sorry. left my phone upstairs heh."

"Well grab your phone and let's just get going already I guess."

"going where?"

"To the study lounge outside the library you bonehead. Did you forget about our meet up?"

Oh, right! He knew he was missing something today. "ah... ok, give me a moment." Sans said, before teleporting upstairs to grab his phone. "ok i'm ready, let's go frisk."

"Aren't you gonna teleports us there since we're already 25 minutes late?" Frisk questioned.

"oh right, forgot I could do that heh."

Sans held out his hand as he spoke. Frisk rolled her eyes in amusement and grabbed it.

The study lounge usually didn't have many people since the library had aircon while the study lounge didn't. Both of them usually chose that spot since Frisk always felt the library was too cold. Moreover, they kinda liked the privacy the place provided. The best place to study without any disturbance.

As time flew by, sans stumbled across something peculiar to him. "hey frisk? can I comfirm something?" Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"this book states humans have 12 pairs of ribs... is there a typo? or is it true."

"It's not wrong. Why? Do you have a different number of ribs?"

Sans looked a little surprised, "well yeah. I only have 10 pairs... weird. humans are weird."

"Pff- says the guy that's close friends with a human. Anyways, would it be fine if I checked to see if you really have 10 pairs of ribs? I'm curious now." It was interesting to Frisk how human anatomy and skeleton monsters were so similiar yet so different. But technically skeleton monsters weren't exactly skeletons from humans so it made sense.

"uh well I rather not do it in public.. you know" Sans commented.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean show it to me, I can just try feeling it through ur clothing if that's alright with you."

"well, if that's the case then it's... fine, just do it."

"You sure? I wouldn't want to do something your not comfortable with."

"nah, it's fine. I'm okay with it."

Well... If he said it was alright then alright. Frisk started slowly moving down Sans ribs, counting slowly as she made her way down. All the while, she was oblivious to Sans. There was a reason why he was hesitant.

Sans could feel the slight laughter threatening to slip out. He had to use all of his will power to not move or make any sudden twitches. That, and the fact that he was trying not to grin like an idiot even though it was fruitless.

"snrk-!" it slipped. Welp, all of his efforts were in vain because of that one slip up.

"Uh Sans? You alright? I heard you-" Frisk stopped as she scanned Sans's half covered face. After a few seconds, it clicked. "Oh wait... Are you, ticklish?" Frisk then started scribbling a little harder.

This time Sans pushed on her arm, clearly knowing she was doing it on purpose now. "kh! w-wahait we're a-hat the st-studehe lounge n-now. Theherse p-people studying." Sans stuttered, trying to control his laughter from pouring out.

"Okay, I guess I can lay off this new discovery. For now." Frisk snickered and stopped. "Don't think for a second I'm letting this off though."

Sans whimpered. Time to stay in his room for the next few years. "can we jus get back to reading...?" He pleaded

Frisk gave him a thumbs up and continued to read up on how human souls worked. Occasionally chuckling as she saw Sans ever so often darting his eyes towards Frisk and back to his book.

A few days after the incident, Frisk had planned to have a sleepover at the brothers' house. It was always a blast when the two were around. She couldn't wait to finally relax after studying for one whole week, straight.

Ding! The doorbell sounded. Papyrus was cooking up some lunch, which was finally something other than spaghetti, so he couldn't get the door. "SANS! Can you get the door for me?" Papyrus exclaimed from the kitchen.

"ok" Sans replied, as always.

"oh, sup." Sans greeted Frisk.

"Hey Sans. The food actually smells good for once. Papyrus's been taking classes?" Frisk asked.

"yup. wannna stay in my room while we wait?"

"Sure!"

Frisk stated walking up the stairs to Sans's room, only to find out he had taken a shortcut up there. Typical Sans. When Frisk opened the door, as usual, it was a mess. His bed was no more than a mattress on the floor, with a table, a beanbag and a chair beside it. On the table there was a few sketches and books layed out in a pile. Near the entrance to the right, there was a bookshelf full of science books and a few new additions from the last time you visited. Frisk could see Sans sitting comfortably on the beanbag reading a book. As if he had been waiting for Frisk for a long time.

"so, i've recently been reading more about humans. gotta say, pretty weird. guess that's why you were so confused on how i worked, with how all your organs work and stuff." Sans had always thought humans worked similiar to monsters. Sure, he knew they were different, but he didn't know they were extremely different. They did have souls anyways, though he hadn't found a book talking much about human souls which was unfortunate.

Frisk walked over and sat on the chair, all while listening attentively to what Sans had to say. "Yeah, just like how I was surprised you only had 10 pairs of ribs. Speaking of which, I haven't really gotten the chance to count them since last time, have I? And I still have my doubts..." She chipped in.

Sans eyes widened for a brief moment before eyeing Frisk, "d-don't you dare."

"I am also kind of curious how you manage to feel without nerves... I might need to conduct an experiment to find out." Frisk continued.

At this point Sans had wrapped his hands around his sensitive ribs, zipping up his jacket. However, Sans did have a trick up his sleeve to counter Frisk's attack. He did have a knack for observing expressions to tell what their next move would be. In addition, while Frisk was still babbling on, now would be the best time to strike. Now just any attack though, a surprise attack. He could teleport and he was going to use it to his advantage. And that was what he did.

However, Frisk knew, she knew that Sans would retaliate. So the moment he teleported, she turned behind her, expecting to catch him off guard. Though, she was the one who got caught off guard. Sans being Sans, knew full well that Frisk expected something like that. So instead of teleporting behind her, he teleported in front of her. Sans then engulfed Frisk into a bear hug and digged into her sides. Frisk yelped and tried to get away but Sans grip was too strong. Who knew he could actually be decently strong? "!? SAhAnnNs aha! Pfhaaha waahaaittt!"

"you were the one who started this frisk, heh."

No! Frisk couldn't let a silly skeleton overpower her. She had to retaliate! Among her struggles, she managed to catch a hold of Sans's wrist. With much effort, she finally turned the tables. Frisk pulled one of Sans hands above his head and scribbled on his ribs. "crahahaap! frihiskk nohoo, ahem sorrhee!! nahaa-" Sans flailed. Guess he hadn't though that Frisk could get the upperhand so quickly. He should have used his gravity magic on her.

"I started this and I plan to finish it!" Frisk exclaimed. "Now let's see.. How many ribs... 1, 2.."

No matter how Sans struggled and pushed, he couldn't get rid of Frisk's teasing fingers. "aeheh alreheady tohold yaha it wahaaas 10 pahahairrss!!! staaaahaap ghaaha!" Sans tried teleporting or using his magic to push frisk away, but he couldn't focus enough to use it. His magic, though was very powerful, was not trained enough. Damn, he should start training with Pap if this was going to be a thing that Frisk would do now. Now that was a joke of course, he probably would just practice dodging instead.

"Well, I still need to make sure don't I~? 6...7.." Frisk teased.

"thihis iss juhuust cruhuehel- nohooo nahaht theeheere!!!" Sans snorted. "ghaahaha plheheaasee!-" The poor guy kicked and flailed but nothing helped. Uncontrollably laughter continued to pour out.

"Juuust a little more~ I could always go faster~~" Frisk cooed "10..11..12.."

"wahaahait! nahaahaa dohoon't, ahaa! cohome ohonn-"

After what seemed to be an eternity for Sans... "And... 20!" Frisk release the poor guy.

"hff.. hf.. thahnk g.. hff god." Sans panted, slumping to the ground. He lied on his back, facing the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

"Pfft. You alright there Sans?" Frisk chuckled. She handed Sans a bottle of water she found on his desk.

Sans nodded, accepting the water and gulping it down. Afterwards, he looked up at his alarm clock. Damn, it had only been 7 minutes and he was already tired. However, he still had some energy... And he knew exactly how he was going to use it. After a few minutes of chilling in Sans room, the both of them heard Papyrus call them for lunch.

As they walked out, Sans called out to Frisk. "Yeah?" She responded. Sans was about to speak, but stopped himself.

Instead, he replied, "uh nevermind. i wanted to tell ya somethin' but i forgot heh."

Frisk gave him a confused look but continued walking down the stairs. Sans being Sans. When Frisk turned towards the stairs, Sans casual grin turned into a smirk. Guess Frisk forgot that Sans has a tendancy to side with justice.

#ticklish!sans #teen frisk #tickletober2021 #platonic #sans #undertale #female frisk #old fic #tickle fic

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plusreaderswhenever · 7 months

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Hi! I couldn’t find if you did any Magolor + Reader ficlets, and if you did I’m so sorry (can I be directed towards it?) and if you didn’t could I request one?

Thank you in advance!

Signed, a huge Magolor fan

oh my gosh MY FIRST EVER REQUEST! Ahem… I worked on a Magolor fic for a while before but decided to not finish it, and then I got this ask! Then I finished it and here it is, it’s not as bad as I thought it was turning out yay! Btw I was writing it a bit self indulgently (it’s a little sad) since it’s not originally from this ask so I hope that’s okay with you. Also this is, indeed, the only fic with Magolor in it I currently have, you were right lol! I hope you like it, and happy reading!

Magolor + Reader

You were at home, crying. Nothing went wrong, but you were crying anyway. Life sucks for you. (And that’s okay.) Your phone had been ringing annoying alarms for at least five minutes straight before, but they eventually died out. Your friends must have realized you didn’t want company, which would’ve been good a few minutes ago, but suddenly you felt like you could handle having someone nearby now. And you also NEEDED to have someone nearby now. You decided to text your friends back finally, since you luckily had the strength to move at least.

You opened your phone. 94 messages?! That’s a lot! Well, it had been ringing for 5 minutes straight earlier. You were treated to reading the following messages:

SkyBaby (that’s Kirby btw, RecD reference): what’s wrong? u didn’t show up to the picnic i planned w/ u! No one likes to refuse food! Are u ok?

ChinchillaTheCutest (that’s Elfilin): Kirby told me you didn’t show up to his picnic. What’s going on? He seems worried about you, probably because you passed up the chance to eat, but I get that you were probably just busy! But seriously, Kirby’s gonna cry if you don’t tell him why you weren’t there.

TripleD (you know): kirby’s crying! i asked him what was wrong and he said u didn’t show up to his picnic! whats up w/that?

BlueberryBatman (you know this one too): I heard that you did not show to a hang-out with Kirby. I hope you are okay. (If you read my Meta Knight + Reader, you know why he’s so concerned lol)

Spidersarenerdsallofthem (Taranza, I’m keeping in line with the lore of my Taranza + Reader): The king told me you hadn’t gone to a meet-up you promised Kirby. Is there anything wrong? I, your best friend, cannot allow you to stay hurt if you are hurt!

Spidersarenerdsallofthem: Nevermind that, something just came up. It probably wasn’t anything serious anyway, it might have been just because you were busy! I hope you understand~

Egg: yo, wassup? i heard you didn’t show to a hangout w/ kirbs was it because you forgot or smth?

You decided to respond to Magolor. You hadn’t talked to him enough and wanted to get to know him better. The only time you got to talk to him was when Kirby took you to see Merry Magoland, so you didn’t really know him beyond what was probably just a customer-service smile. Although Kirby convinced you two to give each other your phone numbers since he wanted all his friends to be able to contact each other in the event of a new threat that needs the power of friendship to be defeated, neither of you called or texted the other until now.

Well, here goes nothing.

You: i didnt forget i just wasnt feeling up to it… wanna hang out? im feeling a bit better now and would like to get to know you

Egg: a friend of kirby’s is a friend of mine! omw

You were glad dreamland was so peaceful. There was so little crime, people could just go to the houses of almost-strangers! While Magolor was on his way, you texted Kirby an apology for not coming to his picnic. He took it well, but you were still guilty for no good reason.

You hear the doorbell ring, and it was much tougher to get up than it had been to pick up your phone. It felt like your bones were made of lead, and your muscles were feeling weaker than usual. You wanted to cry again. Apparently you weren’t as over your meltdown as you thought, but you still managed to do it and went to the door.

You opened the door, and there he was, waiting patiently.

You smiled to be polite and greeted, “Hey Magolor.”

He exclaimed, “Yo, y/n! Doing okay?”

You answered, “No.”

He looked sad.

“Is that why you passed up the opportunity to spend time with Kirby?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

You just nodded, and moved out of the way to let him in your house.

You closed the door and led him to the couch, where you both sat down. You wanted to ask him if you could vent to him, but you couldn’t possibly ask that. You just met him! Frick, why did you even invite him over just to do nothing?!

Fortunately, being the socially knowledgeable, charismatic person he is, Magolor could tell by your expression and body language, as well as what you told him earlier, that you had something you wanted to tell him, and he knew no one likes an awkward silence. “Wanna talk about it?” He sat there eagerly, ready to take whatever you told him.

“Well… I’m probably depressed. I spent a lot of today crying for no reason, and a bit ago, I’d have probably died if anyone spoke to me. But then I thought I should CALL A BORDERLINE STRANGER TO VENT TO THE SECOND I GOT LONELY, I’M SO SORRY I CALLED YOU HERE-” You started coughing and crying from your little outburst, to which Magolor replied by patting your back to help your respiratory system and worriedly telling you, “It’s okay-”

“NO IT’S NOT OKAY!” You yelled, and started crying again. He looked concerned before, but now he tried to calm himself down for your sake. He asked, “Can I put my hand on your head for a sec?” You were bewildered, but nodded, still weeping.

He started petting you. What? He kept doing it. When you were quiet enough to talk to, he reminded you, “Hey. Remember when we met at Merry Magoland? We talked for a little bit. So we’re not borderline strangers. Besides, if we’re in the world where Kirby can instantly convince enemies to become his friend and fight alongside him, we can be friends.”

Oh, he was right wasn’t he? Your wailing slowed to the occasional sob, and you looked at him again. He was still concerned, but happy you were getting better. He continued to pet you, and you quietly reached out and pet him, too. He started PURRING. Oh gosh a kitty! you thought.

In your already emotional state, his cuteness and kindness made you cry again for some reason, but more quietly this time. It seemed like anything would make you want to cry now. He just hugged you (or, pressed his hands against you comfortingly, since he has no arms it’s the closest he can get). “There, there.”

You hugged him back and muttered, “Thank you.”

“Anytime. By the way, my dude, wanna play Minecraft? I’m sure it’ll show us the power of best friends!”

Giggling at the sudden change in vibes and glad to think about something else, you two played minecraft the rest of the day and loved it. The end!

#magolor #kirby series #Magolor + reader #fanfiction by me

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