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the-swaggest-rat · 1 month

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here’s a cover for a graphic novel I was thinking of starting…

girls scouts sucked butt but🤭 bad experiences make for pretty awesome stories eh??

#my rat art☆#<3 #sorry for the fat watermark #ai scares me #and I don’t want anyone taking it🥺#girl scouts #graphic novels #writing

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glyphkitq · 9 months

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man i gotta update my commission sheet sorry art fandom shall be closed until like uhhh may or june ??

MORE INFORMATION THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO PUT IN THE IMAGES

i do not do ref sheets too

tell me what your using the art for! id love to know

ill show you the sketch and ask what you think andf when im finished ill show you the final version with a big fat watermark on it and when i receive the money then ill give you the final version with no watermark

speaking of payment ill tell you my paypal when imdone with the art

dms can be on here or discord

DISCLAIMER: if you are a friend you WILL get a discount

#artists on tumblr #commission #commission sheet #art commissions #commission info #commissions open #disabled artist #me art #sorry for the large amount of edds im. very hyperfixated

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britswriting · 9 months

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Fallen For You |H.S AU

Fallen For You | Masterlist (I'll try and put them all under the #fallenforyoubybrit tag)

Read on Wattpad

Cover + edit made by me. Instagram watermark is my Demi Lovato edit account - I might open a Harry account but that's TBD right now

Description:

"Welcome to Fallen Ranch!" "Oh, I thought it was fall in. Like fallin' a part" Harry Styles was Boston Creek's must have rancher. He was hard to come by, hard to accommodate to, and a pain in everyone's ass; but he did a damn good job, which made him become very desirable. Everyone wanted him, and if you had him, you had to make sure you could afford to keep him. Not only was his pay out of this world, but he also requested room & board, including meals, a truck to get to town and at least one day off a week. If you wanted your chance at Harry Styles being your Rancher, there was absolutely no wiggle room for discussion. Delaney knew how much of a pain in the ass Harry Styles was. She grew up hearing the stories ever since he moved into town. "He's disrespectful", "He thinks his way is the right way" and the worst of them all? He didn't like dogs; but even with all of the bad mouthing the town has said about him, she couldn't help but notice his dreamy eyes and glistening muscles as he worked in the sun. The moment she found out her father had landed the Harry Styles, she was terrified. Her family couldn't afford her to make a fool of herself. If she wanted to keep Harry and everything that came with him, she needed to seal her heart up and throw away the key... right?

This is my warnings from my Welcome page on Wattpad before you read; the casting + their photos need to be viewed through Wattpad due to me passing Tumblr's photo limit per post.

Hello! Welcome to my new Harry Styles fanfic! - this is my first time writing a Harry fanfic since 2016, so honestly wish us all luck lol

This story will contain smut! - if you're uncomfortable with that, there will be warnings at the start of each chapter.

I'm pretty warning heavy if needed, so if anything comes up that I'm aware of being triggering, I will put a disclaimer - if you find anything that I missed that should be a warning, feel free to comment! - I won't put a warning for "fat" comments due to they're not meant to come across has harmful or hateful - Delaney is plus sized and she is aware of that. Jokes get made, insecurities are shown but none of it is supposed to come across in a negative way. If those things are triggering, it should be very sparse due to I'm trying to write a confident plus sized character!

Comment's Harry makes are never intended to be hurtful! He comes from a good place, it just all comes out wrong! <3

For those who came from the dadrry tag - it isn't immediate, but it's there!

This story contains lbgtqia characters, POC characters & plus sized characters - hate speech is not allowed, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. This story is a safe + loving environment for all!

This story contains swearing! (I can't help myself I'm sorry lol)

Last prewarning, I write slow burn! - they will not be dating immediately nor having sex right away! I like writing the build up and edging in my writing, if that is something that bothers you, this book probably isn't for you! - Because it is forced proximity, they are always together and it doesn't take a million years lol they just won't be together by the 5th chapter unlike other books.

Tropes:

Rancher!Harryxplussized!OC ??

Grumpyxsunshine

dadrry/grandparry 👀 - Harry is only 28/29! You'll understand later lol

Forced Proximity

She falls first x he falls harder

The most important for anyone who doesn't want to see the full cast, is our MC (Main Character)

Here is Delaney! Also known as "Lane/Laney" by close friends + family

Chapter One

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 3 months

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🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1

"Thanks. That gives me hope."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good," he says with a quick smile.

+1 Reputation

3. Turn back to the document.

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Such a small yet precious thing. Expensive paper caught between thick plastic like a fly in amber. It reads:

4. "Serial: REV12-62-05-JAM41..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That's just the serial number. Revachol, Jamrock, Precinct 41, with some numbers thrown in there for good measure."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - The numbers are not there for 'good measure'. They have an administrative purpose. One that's unfortunately been erased from your memory.

5. "Date of issue: 7th of November, '50..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Four months ago -- I'm guessing that's when you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant double-yefreitor."

"A new badge usually comes with a new rank. You seem to have been… doing well then."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - You're pretty sure you weren't doing *well* -- but better? Probably yes.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - A lot can happen in four months. Especially in winter. The winters are never easy on you, of that you are sure.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - I remember that time... the tie around your neck feels tight suddenly. That was a good time. We had a good work/drink balance going. What happened, man? Pump it up.

6. "Precinct: 41?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. It's the designation of your Precinct. Forty-one. Like mine says Fifty-seven. The 57th is mostly Industrial Harbour. A lot of asphalt. The 41st is..." He stops.

"What?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a *tough* station to work in. You have all of Jamrock to cover -- that district should have *three* precincts, but money is what it is."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - It's no wonder you are like you are, he thinks. But then again...

KIM KITSURAGI - "But then again..." A faint smile. "It's a legendary district. And a hell of a station too. It must be an honour and a curse to work with people like Pryce, McCoy, Berdyayeva..."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - And you? Is it an honour to work with you? Don't ask him, ask yourself.

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - The badge in your hands shines as you rotate it, catching light. You see lines of information on it. And a shining watermark.

7. Put the badge away. [Leave.]

We still have plenty of the coast to explore.

Footprints in the snow. They lead away from the accident.

Level up!

That's Jamais Vu coming in there with the additional XP per orb.

There's a boat tucked away underneath the tarpaulin cover.

Through the broken glass: dusty shelves and a forgotten chair.

We can go inside this shack.

A cold breeze is enough to make the wall planks creak.

You see a dark red chair in the dim light of the room.

On these shelves are a bow tie and a postcard.

BOW KNOT

+2 Drama: Theatre kid

You're sure that wearing this is a statement. You're not sure *what* kind of statement, though.

More useful than the +1 Inland Empire we have now. Sorry, Horrific Necktie.

POSTCARD "COAL CITY '08"

This postcard depicts a forest of smokestacks releasing fat plumes of smoke into blue, cloudless sky. The tinge of age – the colour of old teeth – gives it a sickly look. Written on the back is a single sentence, repeated twice: I got out. I got out. No addressee.

INLAND EMPIRE - It's only a red chair. Just a red chair in an empty shack -- with what looked like a dusty bow tie on the shelf. Nothing to see here, right?

"Hey Kim, where are we?"

Sounds like we need to investigate it, then.

[Discard thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "In someone's abandoned shack. On the coast. In Martinaise..." He looks at you. "In Revachol."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - He's afraid you've forgotten suddenly.

"What's with the red chair?"

"What's with the red bow tie?" (Show it to him.)

"All right. Let's move." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Nothing. It's just a piece of furniture." He looks at the chair gathering dust.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Red paint is peeling off it. Looks like blood, no?

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's just a piece of clothing you've picked up. You do that, officer -- you collect clothes sometimes."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He sounds a little worried. It's an odd habit.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Don't be worried, lieutenant. Clothes are therapeutic.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - You took *me* off for that shit? YOU FUCKING IDIOT! Put the horrific neck tie back on immediately -- or you will miss out on the FINAL SHOWDOWN. This is your last warning. Put me back on.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Yes. Agreed. You should never take your neck tie off. Ever.

Hm.

3. "All right. Let's move." [Finish thought.]

Sounds of life in the north. A washboard scrubs filth from fabric.

Cinderblocks, charred. A makeshift firepit with magazines for lighting.

BENCH - The worn and beaten wooden planks of the bench do not look overly comforting.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hmh..." The lieutenant looks down the street. "We can sit on benches after we've solved the murder. Let's go."

TUTORIAL AGENT - You can revisit the bench if you ever need to pass the time when Lieutenant Kitsuragi is gone.

You see dust covered linens. Dried tulips on a bed.

INTERISOLARY TROUSERS

+1 to Kingdom of Conscience: Moralist pants!

Tailored trousers in light brown, moderate in every aspect. They're absolutely unremarkable -- in other words, *perfect*.

The bushes are too thick and thorny to pass through.

White curtains have been drawn shut. No looking in.

A whetting stone, well worn and covered in rust.

Construction material. Whoever planned to build this house left in a hurry.

The street sign is illegible below the graffito.

WASHERWOMAN - The woman next to a bucket of clothes hums an odd melody. Her eyes are closed.

"Welcome to the fishing village." She opens her eyes. "Please lean in closer. I have cataracts."

"If you can't see, then how did you know I was here?"

Lean forward.

"Uh, what if I don't want to?"

"Later." [Leave.]

WASHERWOMAN - "I still have a golden ear. Come-come." She beckons you toward her.

2. Lean forward.

WASHERWOMAN - "Oh." A shadow passes over her face. "Welcome, police officer. We don't cause any trouble around here -- and we don't *want* any trouble either."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're not here to cause any trouble, madam."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Trouble? Say the second thing, *bratan*! Shows you got style.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #washerwoman #harrier du bois #horrific necktie

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safyresky · 1 year

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Nobody:

Me: sorry, did someone ask for some older Fino, Fiera, and Jacqueline? Oh! Well here you go!

Okok so these are kinda lil. BAD sketches lmao except for the top ones!! Practise makes perfect and I'll get them right eventually!! :3 Mind the cam scan watermark, I always forget to crop it out 🙄🙄🙄

anyway some hot facts about Fiera, Fino, and Jacquie when they are a weee bit older than they are now below the cut!

First up: Fiera!

BUNS. She has FIERY BUNS! On her head. And freckles, apparently

Absolutely VIBING ribbons

She causes a ruckus, a stir up, but in the most elegant of ways which nobody expected, least of all Fiera

She's become v good at summer sprite-ing. Her fire is RAINBOW sometimes, she's very proud of that!

She and Fino both have the same face shape, same noses, and same freckles funnily enough! V. similar twins

The second doodle is a bit of a better Fiera-Hair. She's not as spinelly as I drew her at the top!

What is she up to? No idea! Adventure is out there and she's an on fire ribbony mess. She's carpe dieming that SHIT

Both she and Fino got a lot of Winter's more angular (pointy) features, and are very lanky. they have no fluff or curves. They are also both very tall!

Fino!

He's a very very VERY skilled warlock

And just as good as Fiera at fire manipulation--he's seen his Dad and Uncle and Fino went yeah, no, I'm gonna get real good at BOTH the summer sprite shit AND the warlock shit!

And then he did.

Smaller simmer of hair at the top; but it's pretty long! By Fino standards, at least. not quite a mullet but if you squint....

Spends most of his time in the human world cultivating the reputation of weird forest wizard, helping local kids and ordibeings down on their luck

he likes nature a LOT

Went to castor school in Crystal Springs, fucking ROCKED IT

And of course, last but certainly not least: Jacqueline!

Happily married to Dite (who has, at this point, forged her own identity and goes by her name: Hedone! Jacqueline calls her Donnie for short ;)

They have 3 kids!

They are just as unhinged as Jacqueline with all of the Frost crazy and bits and pieces of god power thanks to Donnie (Dite), and sass out the ass since their granpater (Cupid) is. well. like that lol

Jacqueline loves them very, very, VERY much

Jacqueline: My kids are so terrible and I love them soooo much for it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

She tries really hard to keep her hair up in a messy fat bun, but by the end of the day it's fallen down completely

Has smile lines like her parents do!!!!

She is out here Jack Frosting officially

SMILE LINES!

Still cannot seem to leave behind poofy sleeves 🤔

Lives in ordibeing world with Donnie and the kids. Kids go to human school; they cause all sorts of shenanigans

The middlest, Bianca, has a tiktok devoted to her moms called magic moms. In it, Donnie and Jacquie just exist as their magical selves and Bianca gets a kick out of all the human commentors being like WOW THEY ARE SUPER GOOD AT MAGIC HOW DOES SHE GET HER HAIR LIKE THAT? HOW DOES YOUR MATER MAKE HER WINGS MOVE LIKE HANDS? And their insistence that Bianca's answer of "they're for real actually magical beings" is not true

Also has a smattering of magibeans following who like to cause problems with ordibeings in the comments and Bianca LIVES for this

Jacqueline also lives for this magic moms thing, she thinks it's funny. Her fave video is one where Bianca charges in and goes MOM SHOW THEM HOW YOU DO YOUR HAIR and Jacqueline goes WELL, I FREEZE DRY, AND IT'S VERY EASY. YOU SUMMON YOUR FROSTY POWERS AND JUST RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND MOLD IT INTO THE SHAPE YOU WANT! BOOM! DONE! You can use snow or ice or mix it UP. sometimes a light dusting of frost is gr8 for when you wanna just. have your hair down but not in your face :)

Everyone trying to debunk the sfx after that one gave Bianca and Jacquie many fun nights in the evening chillin on the couch. watching the replies. just a Legend and her Legate bonding

Jack follows magic moms and is the BIGGEST shit stirrer in the comments

EVERYONE LOVES UNCLE JACK LMAO

#dani speaks #dani doodles #BADLY lmao #jacquie's outfit for when she's older has been a thing for like. a year or so now #i am still battling the urge to give her a villain collar up top lol #crystal springs #tsc #tsc: cs #also diteline kids are a blast :3 and dite's story that leads to her accepting herself as she is hedones and all is so GOOD #jacqueline's a damsel in distress in it >:)#ask me about diteline kids. go on. i dare you

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yoonstudios · 1 year

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dear army twitter refugees,

greetings! i see you've come across my bts blog, and you're probably still wondering how in the name of god this site still works. do all you need, just please don't interact with me.

don't take it personal, i just only want certain type of blogs and people on my dash. all i ask are a few simple things: don't constantly come into my inbox screaming about voting and streaming. please. i already do both of those all the time when the time arises and i would love to not be bothered by you people who talk about it on a constant basis. i know how important it is (i really do!), i just love peace and quiet while i'm doing so.

and about fanwars and fandom drama. a big fat NO. fanwars are literally nonexistent here, and there are many k-pop multis here as well. i'm friends with quite a few of them. we all get along, and all multis here are nontoxic. it's quiet and peaceful and we all live in our little k-pop bubbles. so yeah. do NOT bring fanwars and fandom drama here or i will shove inkigayo so far up your ass, you'll be tasting kpoppies for weeks. i will not tolerate any drama here, it's unnecessary and drains everyone's brain cells right out of their ears.

and PLEASE don't repost my gifs, even if it has the credit. just search whatever bts gif you need in the little gif search bar, and you can put my gif into your post like that. i want you to do this because some of the watermarks on my old gifs are my old urls that i don't use anymore. even if the gif has my current url as the watermark, i would still love if you posted it though the gif embed technique (?)

also this site is filled to the brim with glitches that the staff probably won't fix anytime soon. you'll get used to it. and btw, this site barely has an algorithm. so if you say some dumb shit and want to blame tumblr for shadow banning you, you can't. truth is no likes it and it's therefore not gonna be seen by anyone. survival of the fittest around here.

conclusion is: if i see you, i will probably block you (unless you're a bts content translator). sorry not sorry.

#have fun running around this hellsite just don't come into me and my moots' inboxes telling us to stream and vote #and screaming about how much you don't like other fandoms and/or their fans #that'll get annoying real quick. for me at least.#'omg svt is terrible' 'atinys are so annoying and toxic' shut the fuck up and just enjoy cute little gifs of other groups #that come onto your dash once in a while #please know this is for the twt armys who just got here #NOT for my moots who are on twt sometimes lol #twt armys are BOUND to find me through my gifs at some point so i'm pinning this post as a warning for about a week #reblog this is if you need twitter army repellent on YOUR blog <3 #i'm so sorry i just don't want those armys here lmao i like my dash and blog the way it is :')#maddie.txt

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3-aem · 3 years

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Yea no longer being nice if you repost without permission i am going straight to the dmca form. Saw someone today go out of their way not to credit. Like truly pathetic. Sorry just the way some people treat my tumblr acct like everything i make is free for the picking. Despite the fact that i clearly say no reposts? I am done.

#also will be adding fat ugly watermarks to future posts #sorry the way i hate reposters #like yall want to use my artwork but can't respect the time and energy i put in #naaaah #naaaaaahhhhh #they credited me as bitchin #bitchin #my handle is there #my insta is linked #bitchin??#you fuckin kidding right

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thors-soft-cheeks · 5 years

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Thor Body Pillow

Who wants to cuddle up? 🤗

First concept design of my life size Thor body pillow! May fine tune here and there. Click for higher resolution.

Please don’t repost or share to other websites.

This is a full month of work, please respect that. 😘

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iilahkkun · 3 years

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wasn’t sure i’d post this here but I put a fat watermark on it so why not.

Self-indulgent thing, have a lot happening rn so why not put two of my big comfort characters in one. Ichimatsu but with part four joot outfit

This is personal, I don’t want it used by others period. also you can get out of here if you ship any of the osomatsu san brothers sorry but its incest and you can scram.

#my art #jjba #jojo #jojos bizzare adventure #jjba part 4 #jotaro kujo #ichimatsu #osomatsu san

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eileen-crys · 2 years

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Quick reminders about my drawings:

Don't repost them

Do not post them on other social medias

Don't save and post them as your posts in your profile/s

Don't post them without credits.

^^^^^ in these cases I'll either ask you to remove the post or directly act with a copyright claim.

Do not take them and use them in your tiktoks, reels, videos, edits, moodboards, collages, etc. WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Always ASK ME FIRST, I may even say yes!!! If you just take and use them without asking it's definitely a huge fat no.

Credits means you either TAG ME or LINK my profile VISIBLY in the description.

"I found it on Pinterest" is not an excuse because the watermarks with my links in the photo are always fairly visible. Using that excuse means you can't read or you're making yourself a fool. Also if you find my art on Pinterest is 100% a repost without permission anyway.

You CAN use my drawings in your profile picture/header/etc. but please credit me in your profile whenever you can.

You CAN use my art as your phone/pc wallpaper/lockscreen/whatsapp background etc., no problem. Just be sure to credit me if you post it or someone asks for the picture 🙏🏻

You CAN'T make money with my art (ex. selling prints of it, shirts, etc.)

If you're able to SHARE my art directly from my profile (ex. through tumblr reblogs, Instagram stories, links) please do so.

As I already said, if you want to use my art in edits, reels, moodboards, etc. please just ask me. I swear, I don't bite, on the contrary I'm more than happy to join fandom stuff and do art together. I just hate for my art to be taken without permission and used without me knowing about it, that makes me mad.

Sorry for this millionth rant but I'm a bit tired. If you've read it all, thanks, that means a lot 💕 And please consider this as universal for every artist who draws for a fandom. Often we're not been paid for our fanarts and our only reward is feedback through likes and shares, don't take that away from us. Whenever you see a drawing you like, think that someone spent time and effort for it and deserves recognition for doing so for free 🙏🏻💕

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crystalstarseed · 2 years

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> more artwork like this on @redreveriee’s insta

~ pls dont steal my artwork! there may not be a watermark or artist signature on this art piece, but i wouldnt try it. i do routine reverse image searches on all my of my artwork, so dont do it.

some backstory: this rendered art piece is meant to be a meaningful xmas present for my nana, depicting the laziest pet we ever had that my grandparents named deadmeat after i had rescued the poor thing from a tree after being abandoned by his previous owners but not before they de-clawed him.

my grandparents didnt think this pitiful rescue cat would live for long as he was just skin & bones when i found him, but he ended up living his best life being the fattest pet we ever had & lived for a good 14 yrs after i found him. turns out he was a pure-bred wildcat, but he was the biggest scaredy cat i ever knew. my grandparents had no faith in him & i tried naming this cat ‘buddy’ while my nana & papa insisted on calling him ‘deadmeat’. the name deadmeat stuck, but i def tried calling this cat a more dignified name when i was younger. sadly, deadmeat the pet wildcat died this year (2021) along with another beloved pet of ours. deadmeat was most fond of my nana cause she fed him 2-3x a day & she deeply cared for him as i did. anyways - sorry for over-sharing, but i truly loved that silly fat cat & i wanted to keep his memory alive in a framed portrait as a memorial.

#pet portrait #animal portrait #cat portrait #wildcat breed #deadmeat #xmas gift #xmas present #xmas gift idea #gift idea for free #art portrait #gifted artwork #rendered art #realistic cat drawing #art realism #realistic art style #my artwork #artwork #artists of tumblr

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whomstved-yallaintve · 3 years

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more miles stuff!! (sorry about some of it turning into worldbuilding lmao)

they have retractable claws :)

he cant speak, on account of having no mouth, so she carries around writing tools and when they lose them, gestures will have to do

on account of him having no mouth, you may be thinking, "how does she eat?" well, let me tell you! they absorb the ambient magical energy that is everywhere in his world (which can honestly be any world lmao)

her eyes do the cat eye reflecty thing at night (i am a big fan of the eye thing)

they can use magic, including long lasting spells that use small amounts of energy for as long as theyre in place, but he has to be careful or she can drain too much magic faster than it can be replenished from absorbing ambient magic and risk, in increasing order of severity: exhaustion, passing out, coma, or death

on the topic of using magic, miles can use high energy spells for a short amount of time as, when they are low on magic energy, he can absorb it from the surrounding at a much faster rate, the only problem being that she cant absorb any magic that has been cast by a magic user, including themself, so he runs the risk of lowering the ambient magic of an area to undetectable levels by absorbing the magic faster than its replaced, leaving the area undesirable and low-magic for as long as it takes to reach natural levels again

the above also means she cant stay in that area for more than a couple hours before feeling "hungry" and weak and needing to leave until it returns to normal

they have toe beans

his eyes slit when she gets angry

their tail helps him balance on narrow things like fences and thin walls

she loves high places and can scale almost any surface with relative ease

there are others of their species but they arent as common as they used to be due to the gods and most of the very powerful magic users being much less involved with mortals (in general), so there being less ambient magic in non-remote civilisations (most of their species have taken to forests and remote villages so they dont have to feel "hunger" at any time)

so yea most places with civilaisation have uneven, and usually barely sufficient, ambient magic. outskirts usually have a little more than the hearts or towns and cities

it is unsustainable for miles to live in towns/cities without trips to the forest, so every other week or so they take a few days to go down to the forest and recharge

hes currently researching ways to capture and store ambient magical energy, similar to a battery, but she hasnt found much luck. there are 'batteries' for casted magic, but since they cant even use that magic, its only use to him is a headstart in her research

oh my god miles is literally just a magical rechargable battery how did i just realise that

why cant they use casted magic energy? well, casted magic carries a signature of the user, like a big fat watermark, so he cant absorb it. think of it like it being the wrong blood type

and why can she use ambient energy when it has traces of the gods and the users who release it? think of this magic like a universal blood type, anyone can use it. it still came from someone, and has their cells, but it works for literally anyone that needs it, including miles

also to confirm, yes they have fur, she covered with it all over, and the tail and cheek fur is more fluffy and requires more maintenance than the short fur everywhere else. the horns (theyre horns) are also furry and dont move (on account of being attatched to the skull)

#nyra ocs #oc: miles

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine: PRT THREE.

Reader gets a surprise visit from nasty Erik.

This was requested for another part. May be the final part because I didn’t plan for this lol. Wrote this today.

Part One. Part Two.

You had a certain pep in your step that didn’t go unnoticed. Heading towards your Micro Biology classs, books in hand and a blush on your face, you try and discreetly enter the classroom only to find eyes on you. Head down, you pull your hoodie further over your head, sitting down slowly so you wouldn’t gain anymore attention.l

Erik put it on your pussy last night. You ended up spending the night and fucking another two times after the first. After each hard fuck this man’s fat dick would just plump up and harden with the tiniest look in your direction. He loved the way you looked dressed in his large t shirt with your curly hair pulled back from your face. He would kiss your cheeks and stroke it with his thumb lightly, causing you to bite your lip and blush profusely.

He knew what he was doing to you. He was your new addiction and it had only been one night of him. As you open your laptop to begin typing, the vision of him burrowing deep inside of you with your legs over his shoulders had you rubbing your hands over your face. Your shoulders begin to bounce with excitement as you laugh, still perplexed that you even opened your legs and gave your tight pussy away to a 30 year old man.

A hung, freaky, pro of an older man.

“Miss Y/N?”

You hadn’t noticed that your Professor had been calling you the entire time.

“Your research paper, please?”

Your heart sank.

Fuck. You forgot to grab your written paper from your desk within your dorm this morning when you came back around 6:00 am. Brandy, your room mate and close friend, was knocked out on her bed, snoring and all. Brandy didn’t have an 8:00 am class like you did. And to top it all off your paper was also on a flash drive you forgot to bring to class.

“I’m so so sorry, I-“ you shake your head with disappointment in yourself. So much for a 100%

“I forgot to grab it from my desk this morning. I didn’t wake up to the alarm.”

Your professor nodded his head slowly, “Okay, you know how I feel about late assignments, correct? That will be a five point deduction from your grade, Miss Y/N.”

Your professor left it at that, returning back to the discussion about virology and parasitology.

“You know, this shit ain’t really like you, Y/N.”

That deep voice made you laugh. Your assigned partner and school friend, Lakeith, has to have something to say about everything you do.

“Lakeith, mind your business for once, please.” You sass in a hushed tone.

“I would if I wasn’t enjoying the fall of a supposed future Nurse Practitioner.”

With a death glare, you turn to him, his chestnut eyes always a hypnotic thing for you. Then he decides to smile, showing off his dimples.

They weren’t deep like Erik’s but they were still something.

“I got my shit on lock, Sir, worry about scoring higher than me on the TEAS, Mr. Future RN.”

“Baby girl,” he chuckles low, “My shit always on lock. Coming up in here like you just left a dick appointment.”

Your heart flutters. Was it that obvious? I mean, the dick appointment was hours ago but damn it was still written all over your face. You decided not to respond to that portion. He didn’t need to know.

“So, somebody hitting that and you down played every chance I offered? Wow.” He laughs to himself, leaning in towards you, practically all up in your grill.

“You getting some dick, Y/N?” He smiles, his shiny teeth almost blinding. Damn him for being this fine.

“Why are you checking for me so much?” You roll your eyes into your head.

“I’ve been checking for you. Don’t act brand new because you let some other nigga wow you.”

He smelled like cinnamon. Lakeith always smelled good.

But Erik smells like sandalwood and citrus.

Even Erik’s sweat smelled like cologne. The thought of him had you shivering down the spine, you focus your attention back on your typing.

“Yeah, you got a noticeable arch in your back that wasn’t there before.”

You heard a chuckle from Lakeith’s partner in crime, Marvin. Both of them, two Kappa brothers that joked like teenagers.

“Fuck you.” You fire back, flipping him off, “sit on it and spin, nigga.”

“Yeah, okay,” He puts a base in his voice, “I’ll have your little ass sitting and spinning on something if you keep playing with me, big headed ass.”

“You started with me!” You argue back, trying your best to keep your voice low.

“Whatever,” he shoves your head, “do some damn work.”

Kissing your teeth, you throw your led pencil at his head, watching him scrunch his face with discomfort, rubbing the spot that stung.

“Bitch ass,” you end the argument there, cracking your knuckles to get back into the grind. Lakeith wasn’t about to fuck up your A average.

How about Erik and his big Daddy dick fucking you? Remember, he said you can come see Daddy anytime you wanted some dick.

You press down over a series of keys, typing out something like dmcbcdjendh.

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“And again, this tutoring shit will not help me get through Calculus I. I don’t need some student tryna teach me.”

You ball up the flyer that your calculus teacher gave you for tutoring help. Tossing it in the recycle can, you march out of her office, fuming with fists balled and cheeks puffed out. Yes, you were a straight A student but the last calculus exam you took you received a 79 on it. That had you crying into a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. Now, she was offering you tutoring yet again. The students who tutored acted so self righteous. She didn’t need for any them laughing at her behind her back or hounding her because they had the upper hand at the moment.

“Y/N!” Your young, chipper, Calculus teacher called out to you. She reminded you of Daria but less moody and socially awkward.

“Yes?” The annoyance in your voice was clear.

“Would you like another referral? There is a guy on campus who is here as a Graduate Student receiving his Doctorate. I graduated with him and he’s basically a genius. If you want, I can set you up over the next few weeks to meet with him during library time.”

Another teacher? Maybe this would help. She lectured crappy and it had you zoning out every few seconds. You had to result in teaching yourself.

“What’s his name?”

She motions for you to re enter her office. Closing the door behind her, you take your once vacated seat, staring at her accomplishments from M.I.T.

“His name is Erik Stevens. He is back getting his Doctorate in Engineering.”

Your Calculus professor handed you his business card. It was laminated, perfect watermark and everything. She didn’t understand the pure shock on your face. How could you forget that name after you moaned it and imprinted it within the hippocampus of your brain.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face. You must have looked crazy.

“No!!” You take the card, placing it in your hoodie pocket, “No, I just thought of something out of nowhere. You know how that happens sometimes.”

“Yeah,” she laughs it off awkwardly, “Give him a shot, Y/N. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Mhm,” you felt a sudden wetness in your panties. He sure as hell is good at what he does. Even your own teacher recommending him to you had you horny as a bitch.

This fucking man.

“I’ll give him a call today.” You look up at your teacher one last time before grabbing your bag, exiting her office.

//////////////

Erik: Call me and put that pussy on the phone, lol. I wanna hear her talk to me cuz I know she wet as a motherfucker.

You bite on your thumbnail while sitting in one of the study rooms within the Library. You were surrounded by Lakeith and a few other Micro Biology class mates to study for the next exam. You didn’t inform Erik about him tutoring you yet because you wanted to drive over to his apartment and tell him in person.

Y/N: It is wet, but I’m in study group right now I can’t show you. 😩

You were NEVER this damn bold with a guy.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the one writing on the white board what the fuck you doing?” Lakeith startles you from your sexting.

“Shit, my bad,” you stand up, grabbing your phone and expo marker. The group began telling you information to write out, your mind in tune with education. After applying the top to your marker, you hear a soft knock on the door as if knuckles were tapping it. Craning your neck, you make out the outline of a guy around 6’3, new balance on his feet and a navy blue Champions sweatshirt with matching pants. He had a black North Face beanie on his head, with an artistic pair of gold rimmed glasses on.

At first glance you didn’t recognize him but the moment you stepped closer to the door to open it, a deep pleasure ran through your veins like lava. With a sly smirk on his face, he leans into the door further, staring down at you while curling a single finger for you to come here. He bit down on his bottom lip the moment you were staring at him face to face, the only barrier between you both was the door. He jiggles the door knob, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to open it before he did. Sighing nervously, you open the door, his body smelling like testosterone and patchouli. The thought of the pheromones he produced after sex had you buckling at the knees.

“You in here studying?” He asks with a whisper.

You knew eyes were on you at that door.

“Yes, Biology.” You respond, but not with a whisper. You didn’t need any of them wondering why you were being secretive.

“What kind?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his finger discreetly stroking your hand. You pause to breathe, shifting on your feet.

“Micro.” You meet his gaze, blinking away as soon as you saw the heavy lust there. Why did he have to bring his fine ass over here? Clearly he was in the library the entire time. He did say he’d been watching you around campus and he wanted your thick ass for a long while. So maybe he was watching you study with friends?

“Were you keeping an eye on me, Erik?” You smirk.

“That’s all I can keep on you for now, ma. Ain’t like I can keep this dick on you while you in front of your friends.”

Erik looks over your shoulder. His eyes fell on Lakeiths. He knew from that moment that homeboy wanted you. It was all over that niggas face.

“Let me help I know a lot about Micro Biology.”

Erik wasn’t asking really because he pushes past you, fully within the room. You shutter slightly before closing the door, taking in calming breaths.

“Can we help you?” Lakeith speaks for the group like he was the leader.

“Nah, looks like y’all need it though,” Erik takes it upon himself to spread your notes out on the desk, craning his eyes behind his glasses to read what you had. He takes his other hand, stroking his gotee before turning to the white board.

“Y’all sure y’all know how to study for this?” He asks with a joking tone. Lakeith and Marvin share a look before turning back to Erik.

“Yeah, we got this, bruh. You looking at the top students in the class.”

Erik nods his head slowly, “How about you, Y/N? He speaking for you like he know you smart.”

Lakeith laughs, “we work close together all the time. I know she got it going on.”

Erik lifts a single brow, taking your notes to stack neatly, “Y/N, this nigga always speak for you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring from Erik to Lakeith. There was clearly a weighing of dicks in this room but Erik would come out on top for sure, gold metal and all.

“Not always, but he has a habit to sometimes,” you hide your smile, focusing back to the white board.

“Y/N,” Erik calls for you. He had the right to do that you felt. He opened your pussy up and ate your pussy like a bowl of ice cream, licking his fingers and all. He could call you and you would answer.

“Yes?” You turn to him, giving him your undivided attention.

“You want me to help you study? I can do that right now I got time before my evening class starts,” he places his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for your answer. You both knew you would say yes, and you didn’t hesitate either. This could lead to what you needed.

“Okay, sure,” you try and pack your things but Erik was already on it, zipping up your back pack and throwing it over his shoulder. He walks to the door, opening it for you to leave first.

“You not gonna say goodbye to your little friends?” He says with a smirk before licking his lips.

“Bye y’all, see you this Wednesday,” you step out of the study room, Erik’s arm around your shoulder. Before you could leave the library, Erik pulls you in between an aisle full of history books, slamming you against the shelf. He pauses, trying to keep the solitude of the library at bay.

“Who is that little nigga?” He asks you with a calm that had you squirming.

“His name is Lakeith.” You respond with a whisper.

His eyes look from your toes and back up to your face. Erik takes off your hood, your messy curly bun frizzy from wearing it all day.

“Damn, you ain’t even fix this after I was all in yo’ shit last night.” He laughs with a deep raspy tone.

“I didn’t have time,” you whine, pouting like a baby.

“Why the fuck are you so cute? He had a slight tendrill of anger building up, you could tell from how his brows furrowed, “why you so damn cute, lil mama? Out here having these weak dick niggas craving you.“

You swallow spit, shrugging your shoulders nervously, “I don’t know.”

“What I tell you about that I don’t know shit?”

You forgot he didn’t like for you to tell him that.

“Sorry.”

“All you gonna do is say the shit again. But it’s cool, I know you remember how this strong dick nigga had you crying.” He was even closer now, breath on your cheek.

“I mean, to be honest, aint like you can do much about being the cutest bitch on campus. Cutest bitch with the tightest pussy.”

You could feel him grabbing your breasts with no restraint. Anybody could spot the both of you. You watch as he unzips your hoodie, the thin t shirt you wore underneath giving him a clear view of your big ass nipples.

“Y/N....shit,” he takes both, pinching your nipples and playfully slapping them.

“Big ass titties.” He kisses your neck on both sides with a little tongue.

“Erik,” you moan out with a shiver.

“I’m the only one allowed to put it on you, you hear me?” He whispers. Erik pulls you from the shelf by the collar of your shirt, palming your ass hard before slapping it.

“Daddy is gon’ be all in your shit girl, you wait and see,” he bit your ear, taking you by your hips to make you grind on him from the front. It was the wildest shit ever. You never did anything like this in public. For the most part it was kissing and ass grabbing but not this.

Erik pulls one of your legs up, his hands on the shelf while he dry humped your crotch.

“Damn, babygirl, that leg all the way up there, huh?” He pulls you with three quick pumps over his clothed and now fully hard dick. You could feel it against your leg and it was long as hell. He had you so open last time...Damn, he was gonna do that shit again.

“Let me stop before I have a big ass nut,” he chuckles, lowering your leg but never moving his hand away from your ass, “girl, when we get back to my place, I swear to God your ass is mine.”

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“You’re so hard, I can feel all of that big dick, Daddy.”

You moan while grinding on his crotch, wet pussy wrapped around his bare dick. The minute you stepped out of his car and entered his apartment, he started undressing you without a word. Now here you were, fully naked and coating his dick with that good sticky shit. Erik has his fingers on your clit, rubbing in a slow circle while he instructed you to keep wetting his dick down to his balls.

Erik places his fingers within his mouth before grabbing your waist, angling you and making you bounce on his dick in rhythm with his grinding. It was an erotic sight to see, legs spread wide, pussy wet, hard dick all slick.

“Fuck, Y/N, got me ready to buss a fucking nut, damn girl!” He slaps your ass, “You ain’t all sweet, your little ass a fucking devil. What kinda sweet girl put a pussy like this on a nigga? Ain’t never heard of that.”

Erik grabs his dick, smacking your pussy with it, “Get on your fucking knees. Go on, ma, get down there.”

You were on your knees now, grabbing his dick with one hand, licking yourself off of him.

Damn this girl.

“Y/N, don’t be shy girl, c’mon, lil mama,” Erik motions for you to take him more, “open up...yesss, just like that. Mhm, good girllll.”

You gag on him. He was just so big. You had to stop and look at his dick like it was from another world. He laughs at your tear stained face and swollen lips. The spit on your chin he had a lot of fun with it seems, smearing it in with his fingers.

“I ain’t say you were done,” he jerks his dick, smacking you in the chin, “let’s go, ma, dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You grab him up, sucking him again. This time, he was fatter than before. What the hell was this! Your pussy was leaking, no lie. You could feel it on your thighs. Fuck if you weren’t sucking his dick. Erik rolled his eyes, head falling back when your tongue snaked up his dick.

“And you was tryna play scared?! Shit,” he shakes his head, “scared of what Y/N? You ain’t afraid of all this big dick.”

Erik grabs your hair, fucking into your mouth. You grab his thighs, eyes on him while he fucks your mouth.

“Damn, I’m balls deep in your mouth.” He grunts, pushing one final time before releasing your mouth, a thick stream of spit caught on your lips.

“Sloppy mouth bitch.” He slaps you with his dick. You were so astonished. He just hit you with his dick.

“Fuck. Me,” he looked from his dick to your wet face, “Come ride Daddy.”

You climb up, watching him apply a condom again. You pout with sadness, looking down at him roll the condom over all that spit on his dick. The vision was covered and it had you rolling your eyes.

“Fuck you doing all that for?” He caught that shit.

“If you fuck me raw I won’t act like this,” you speak in a timid tone. Erik licks his lips leaning back to admire you.

“You want some raw dick?”

You nod yes.

“Ard...take the condom off then.”

Quickly, you snatch it off, throwing it to the ground.

“Like I said, a slut for this dick,” he pulls you over him, “Get up here and fuck me since you want it raw. Fuck this dick like you tryna mold my shit in that little kitty.”

You squat over him on your tip toes, rubbing his dick over your clit a bit before lowering over him. He slaps your ass extremely hard, the connection complete and your lips in a full pout now.

“Yeah, thats my fucking girl, such a good little girl. Making that face I like, that dumb struck face with all this dick in you balls deep, fuck.”

You start bouncing, hands on his shoulders and head thrown back.

“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd.”

He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure you were sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on your walls for a squirt in return. Damn, his big dick was all the way in there. Shit didn’t make no sense.

“You hear all that?” He speaks to you but you were dickmatized, “you are splashing on me, girl! What the fuck!” You sure were. You could hear it loud and clear.

“Yes I am, oh my Godddd,” you gasp.

“Yes I am, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy.”

“You taking this big dick girl, it’s okay for me to keep fucking you like this? Fuck, Y/N this pretty pussy so wet.”

His hands were everywhere. He was low on the couch, hips pumping up into you with his eyes low and on your face. You were in an eye lock with him and it made the moment even better.

“Never thought you would be bouncing on this dick did you?” You both shake your heads at the same time, “I already know I just wanted you to agree with me, sexy bitch.”

You watch as he presses his hand into your back, lifting your leg with the other hand, pounding into you, beating your shit in.

“Damn, ma, I got you looking possessed,” he says all of this while fucking you deeper, flesh smacking louder, “mhmmm, this cool? Huh? Daddy hitting that spot, right?”

You were in no shape to speak. This man had a tight grip on your leg while he beat the brakes off your pussy.

“Shit better than the first time? You getting all of me girl ain’t no holding back. You want this raw dick you taking it like a big girl.” He slows down, making you feel every inch. It was literal murder.

“You a big girl,” he looks down at the way his dick was fucking you, “big girl when you getting this pussy fucked.”

“Fuck, yes.” You moan out. You’d be a big girl and take anything. This man had you wide open.

Damn, hold up, shit,” Erik slips out, arching you over the couch now. He used your shoulders, pushing you down so your face was pressed into the cushions. Your ass was pointed so far up, pussy spread wide for him to slip inside with ease. Your pussy was already wet anyway so he would be in that shit with no problem real soon.

“Throw this phat ass back on me.”

You move with as much energy as you could force. He had you tired. You move your hips seductively while throwing it back, your eyes on him to watch his every reaction. You watched him take in a deep breath, several to be exact, trying his best to control the urge to cum.

“This little pussy finna make me buss.”

You were about to buss from the way his head stroked your sweet spot.

“Ahh, I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you grab the back of the couch, legs shaking and cum spilling out like warm sugar.

“Pussy so sweet, Y/N,” he grabs your hips, taking control now while drilling you. The change of pace had your mouth wide open and eyes glossy from the pressure.

“Damn, you really in there!” You yell, back muscles flexing from the intense feeling. This man was stirring your guts around like a bowl of noodles.

“You putting it on me Daddy I don’t wanna stop!!!” You yell with literal tears in your eyes. You were being completely honest. You didn’t want him to ever stop. You wanted him to keep going and going.

“Putting it on this tight pussy?” He asks with a smirk, “This my tight pussy, you hear me? My tight pussy, little mama.”

“Yes, it’s for you!” You couldn’t believe it, you were cumming again, “DADDY MY PUSSY!!!”

The way you reacted to him had his balls tight and dick rippling, ready to cum.

“Best believe little girl I’m taking. this. SHIT.” He started fucking then stoping, fucking then stopping, like a pattern of torture. Your body would jerk forward in surprise, and then he would stop for about three seconds leaving your clit a throbbing mess. Each time he started back up you would gasp, the surprise of it leaving you motionless and breathless.

“Mhm,” he stops, slapping your ass, “Mhm.”

You reach back, hoping for him to grab your wrists. When he does, you prepare for the pounding of your life. Arching more, you feel him increase momentum, eyes growing lower and lower each time. He had you hooked. That’s it. You were fucking Erik Stevens from now on.

“How you feel about me bussing this pussy open?” He says in a breathless tone.

“I feel so good, Daddy.”

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You watch as he sucks on your nipples, your shirt lifted over your head. You just got out of the shower, your legs weak. He had you against his front door, wet hair all over your face and chest arched forward into his mouth. You cry and do it loudly like a whiny brat, his tongue flicking your nipples in the best way.

“Daddy...stop...” you push at him weakly.

He starts sucking like a damn baby and you extend your head back, hitting the door with a loud thud.

“Chill out,” you say between breathless moans. He was a damn animal for you.

“Daddy, what the fuck,” you rub your thighs together, “ooo...stop,”

He doesn’t say a word as he tongues and sucks on your titties. Nipple play never aroused you this much. Erik was a man of firsts for you. How was it that you could feel your pussy throb and drip from this? His eyes meet yours while he flicks his tongue over your right nipple. Damn, he was a fine motherfucker with a mouth you wanted to sit on. Imagine having a tongue like that slipping from front to back and side to side in your slit.

“Daddy eat my pussy,” you ask with no regard.

“Suck on that pussy?” He lifts with spit on his chin, “If I eat it you ain’t going no where for the night cuz im only gonna fuck you again.”

“So?” You sass, “plus, I’m gonna be here more often anyway. My calculus teacher recommended me to you for tutoring.”

He looks at you with dark eyes of lust while twirling your nipples, “Damn, forreal?”

“Yeah, I figured you could reward me with more dick if I do well.”

“Yeah, I can do that. But that means you gotta do well though.”

You kiss your teeth, “Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Put that bag down and undress. Squat over the couch with that pussy sitting over the edge, okay?” He said it so casually, his naked chest looking edible.

“Okay,” you put your bag down, undressing again. You know you looked a mess but he didn’t care about that shit. Walking to the couch, you watch him as he takes a hit from his blunt. You get into position, arching with your legs wide and pussy sitting for his mouth. Erik admires you while blowing smoke from his lips, walking over to you and getting on his knees.

“You gon pop that ass and pussy while I eat your juicy shit from the back?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Good.”

You could feel him turning around, his arms up and on your ass, spreading you wide. You feel his lips kissing your pussy, eyes closing with bliss. He tongues your folds apart, his tongue dancing with your nectar. He slobs, then slurps, slobs, then slurps, a continuous pattern. Each time you would flinch, your clit jumping each time he did it. Fuck if you would get your pussy ate from someone else. He knew your pussy like the back of his hand. His tongue started flicking upward, only the tip of it teasing your clit and inner folds. It moved all over, Erik working that thing. You claw at the couch, turning your head no matter how painful to try and watch how he did that. This man was full of surprises.

“Daddy, how you doing that?” You ask with a sweet tone. He responds with a sloppy kiss to your clit. You fall against him, giving in to his dance.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You start popping your ass, the feeling of his gold slugs making you shiver. Shit, he was making you cum. Already this man was making you squirt. You were overwhelmed.

“SHIT,” you shake, pussy squirting in his mouth. He applauds you with a slap to the ass before going back to work. Now your clit was overworked and sensitive. The more he slobs the more you cum. And just like that, you were creaming.

“Oh, fuck yeahhhhh.” You talk into the couch cushion beneath you.

“My dick hard again. I told you.” He stands, dick ready to rip through his sweats.

You could hear your phone ringing, sure that it was Brandy but all that didn’t matter, Erik had you up in the air. You could see yourself in his mirrors that he had on his living room wall over his TV. You were so small compared to him. He’s taller, extremely taller, and so toned and cut, not one part of his body was covered with fat. He looked into that mirror too, eyes on you at times but also on the way he held you up like you were as light as an infant, bringing you down over his dick. Each time you both connected he would look back at you to catch your reaction. It didn’t matter how this man fucked you, it was great each time.

Erik walks over to the mirror while he still bounced you, turning sideways now, those full lips of his pouty and his eyes low and hazy.

“Creaming on me something serious,” he rewards you for that buy fucking up into you quickly. Your toes curl, hands around the back of his neck squeezing.

“Y/N, damn,” he scrunches his face, hands palming your ass to keep you up and open for him, “Baby girl, look at me.”

You look at him, moans stuck in your throat.

“Why you letting me take this pussy like this? You not afraid to fall for a nigga?”

You were already falling. It was only day two. He knew what he was doing. He played the game well.

“You not afraid to fall for me?” You catch your breath, “you’re not afraid to get pussy whipped by a girl like me? A little mama?”

“Nah, ma,” Erik shakes his head with a smirk, “not at all.”

You blush, your pussy gushing further over him. He may be your fuck buddy now but the thought of him being more excited you. He made you forget about your ex. Erik was the man of your dreams now a reality.

“Shit, I’m about to have a big fuck nut!!!” You watch as he fucks you at full throttle, body bouncing, wet pussy sliding, moans and groans loud for the entire apartment complex to hear.

“Fuck, girl!!!!” Erik slips out, resting you on the floor while cumming on your face and titties. You catch as much as you could and scrape up the rest to put on your tongue. Erik watched you with primal eyes, his sweat dripping on you. The sweat that smelled like citrus and patchouli. While you tasted and swallowed his cum you wished he would cum in you. You know why but damn his dick was good that’s where you wanted it next! You could only beg for it honestly.

“Ard, ma, time to get up we got some studying to do.” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You watch him pick up your back pack Erik walking you back to his bedroom. How were you going to study and get through the semester with Erik’s dick in you at any given opportunity? This was going to be tough. Erik drops you on the bed, your body bouncing. As you sit up and fold your legs, Erik opens you bag while his blunt rested between his lips, pulling all of your things out that you needed.

“I’m serious about this studying, shorty. Education is important. You want me to help you out you gotta pay attention to everything I tell your little ass, Aight?”

“Okay, whatever you say, Erik.” You pull your hair up into a top knot bun.

“Gotta work hard for what you want,” he looks at you, a smirk growing on his face, “you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy Erik when I’m in that puss, professor Erik when we hitting these books,” he takes a puff of his weed, “you smoke?”

You take the blunt without answering, smoking a little.

“Aight, what you get on your calculus exam?”

You felt embarrassed to say. You knew he would frown at you if you told him what it was.

“I’m an A average student, Erik.” You try and ease away from answering his question. His eyes were on you like he was ready to fuck you yet again.

“Ma,” he shakes his head, “just tell me. What you get?”

“A fucking 79.”

“You can do better but that’s better than shit I’ve seen. Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.”

His words had you dripping on his bed. You bounce, titties jumping and a seductive smile on your face. Your eyes focus on him, his still hard dick pointed to your mouth. He bites the corner of his lip, eyes peeking at the way your big ass titties looked bouncing. With a shake of his head and closed eyes, Erik grabs you by the chin, making you look up at him. He opens his eyes real slow, trapping you.

“Just suck my dick again, ma. You did that shit right the first time. I like the way you look chocking on my stick.”

Yep, this was going to be difficult.

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