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[goculi]

[uw-wb]

[nanamincreampie]

College Playboy Toji

Toji Fushiguro x Black plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Toji getting a taste of his own medicine, mildly spice, reader being a badass

(part 2)

College playboy Toji who’s the campus legend, known for his smooth charm and the endless string of flings he leaves behind. He’s usually too busy flirting with anyone who’ll give him attention, hanging out with his boys Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna, making snarky jokes, and living up to his reputation. But that all changes the moment he turns his head and sees you.

College playboy Toji who, for the first time, feels his mouth go dry at the sight of you, dressed in a short, tight pink crop top that hugs your curves, and a mini skirt that sits just right on your thick thighs. Your smooth, deep brown skin glows under the party lights, and your afro is styled to perfection, bouncing lightly with each step you take. He’s stunned. That outfit has his mind reeling, the way it clings to every curve, the way your confidence radiates with every sway of your hips. Toji forgets all about his boys, the party, and his typical routine. His eyes are glued to you, and his usual cocky demeanor falters.

College playboy Toji who ditches the conversation with his crew without a second thought, all his attention focused on you. He’s not used to working for a girl’s attention, but something about the way you carry yourself, so effortlessly commanding the room, makes him want to shoot his shot. He approaches you with that signature smirk, already thinking he’s got you figured out. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Toji.”

But college playboy Toji who, for the first time, gets knocked off his pedestal when you barely even glance his way. You cut him off, your tone sharp but nonchalant. “I know who you are, Toji. I’m not interested.” Without giving him the chance to respond, you dismiss yourself, walking off to join your friends on the dance floor, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded and frustrated.

Gojo and Geto, who’ve been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, immediately burst into laughter, clapping him on the back. “You really thought you had that one, huh?” Gojo teases, wiping a tear from his eye. “Man, she didn’t even give you a second look!”

But college playboy Toji who, instead of snapping back, ignores them, his eyes still on you. He’s never been turned down like that, not in a way that leaves him questioning himself. His jaw clenches, watching your plump ass sway as you disappear into the crowd. His usual cockiness is shaken, but instead of being pissed off, he feels something else intrigue. No girl’s ever brushed him off like that, and now, more than ever, he wants you.

Days later, Toji who runs into you again, this time on the campus track field while you’re taking a run. Sweat glistens on your glowing skin, and your curves are even more distracting in your tight spandex shorts and sports bra. He catches up with you, a grin already pulling at his lips, not willing to let you slip away so easily this time. “Hey, you didn’t give me a fair shot back at the party. Why not give me another chance to introduce myself properly?”

College playboy Toji who watches as you slow your jog, but you don’t stop. “I remember, Toji. Still not interested in you  or any of your one-night stands.” Your voice is cool, calm, and it only fuels his determination. His eyes trail down your body, taking in the way those spandex shorts cling to your thighs and the bounce of your ass with every step.

“And what if I wanted more than that?” Toji asks, falling into step beside you, trying to match your pace and your vibe. “What if I’m not just looking for a fling this time?”

College playboy Toji who’s met with your smirk as you toss a glance over your shoulder. Then you’re gonna have to earn it.” With that, you pick up your pace, leaving him behind with a perfect view of your ass as you jog away. He’s left standing there, watching the way those shorts hug your curves and feeling more hooked than ever.

College playboy Toji who bumps into you on campus a few more times after that, and every time, he tries again. He flirts, he teases, but no matter what he tries, you keep your distance, always leaving him wanting more. And it drives him crazy because he’s not used to working this hard for anyone. But every time he catches a glimpse of you, whether you’re walking with your friends or sitting in class, he knows this is more than just a game to him now.

One afternoon, Toji who sees you walking to class, your skirt riding high on your thighs, your hair in a ponytail bouncing with each step. He can’t help himself but jog up to you and your friend, flashing that crooked grin. “You’re making it real hard for me to focus, you know?”

You glance over, unimpressed but amused. “And here I thought focusing wasn’t your strong suit anyway.”

Toji chuckles, falling into step beside you, not ready to give up just yet. “What can I say? You’re a good distraction.” But deep down, he knows—this time, it’s not just about the chase. You’ve gotten under his skin, and the more you push him away, the more he wants to prove himself.

[panonbinary]

i am nonbinary.

i use that term, but i could also describe myself as gender apathetic or agender.

i am a white afab person who is thin, has average sized breasts and has a voice which i can manipulate to be both masculine or feminine.

there are also nonbinary people who have the biggest bazongas you’ve ever seen.

there are also nonbinary people who have beards longer than rapunzel’s hair.

there are also nonbinary people who are poc.

nonbinary people wear wigs, have their hair in plaits, ponytails, locks, braids, afros

nonbinary people are bald

nonbinary people bind their chests

nonbinary people wear push up bras to emphasise their chests

nonbinary people tuck

nonbinary people don’t tuck

nonbinary people are drag queens, kings, royalty

nonbinary people are thin

nonbinary people are fat

nonbinary people have scars

nonbinary people have tattoos

nonbinary people have disabilities

nonbinary people have surgery

nonbinary people don’t have surgery

nonbinary people experience social, physical, mental dysphoria

nonbinary people don’t experience any dysphoria

just because you look one way, skinny and hairless and androgynous doesn’t mean everyone does

some nonbinary people are amab

some nonbinary people are afab

some nonbinary people don’t fit into either of those sexes

some nonbinary people embrace femininity

some nonbinary people embrace masculinity

some love both, some switch between, some stray away from either

i’m done with nonbinary only being seen as pretty small white afab people like me

and i love the way i look, i love the way people in the same boat as me express ourselves

but i’m not the only type of genderqueer

i’m sure there are so many things i’ve missed, but we’re all WONDERFULLY different

we are all in similar boats, we all use the same words, we’re all in the same group.

to all nonbinary, genderqueer, gender funky people, you’re freaking awesome!!!

[romanarose]

Happy Birthday, Joel

Trans!Joel Miller x m!reader

Summary: No one really knows Joel. Not the way you do.

Warnings: Uhhhhhh being closeted trans? I guess breif use of dead name, but for me personally the name I was born with doesnt bother me, and I have a few trans friends who feel the same, so I'm not gonna dance around it.

Immersivity: Reader is amab and male

A/N: This is for my dead @justagalwhowrites Joel's birthday celebration! I chose the gender swap, and even though it's not neccecarily gender swap because gender is gender, this is a pre-transition Joel Miller. I paired it with friends to lovers <3 I've seen at least one person talk about trans Joel as a concept and I love it! Below I'll have other trans concepts of mine liked

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No one understood him like you did.

He was your best friend, and you were the only person he trusted enough to tell you his secret.

Melissa Miller was a man.

"What about Felix?" You ask him, flipping through a book of names they had gotten at the book store. The clerk treated them like they were expecting a baby, so happy and bubbly and asked when they were expecting. You didn't blame her, honestly.

In 1979, it was in vogue to have short hair, certainly not anything shocking even if the fashion was Ferrah Faucet style, long silky mousy brown hair, or afros. When he cut his hair into a pixie, Mrs. Miller lost her shit and called him a lesbian but that was just Mrs. Miller. He still looked feminine, even if you didn't see him that way. To you, he was a man.

He cringed. "Do I look like a twink to you?"

That made you laugh. "No, no you do not." He still looked more effeminate, but more like a tomboy girl than anything. Some curves for sure, even though he wore a tight sports bra most days. That should've been your first clue. While most girls were trying to make their chest bigger, he was trying to reduce it. Still, he worked on a farm, had muscles that matched his strength. Even before he came into his own with his muscles, he always had more of a straight body type which you loved.

"Give me another"

You were trying out name ideas. It was getting exhausting never referring to him as anything. Not that you could call him anything in public, but there were moments... stolen glances, little touches, times when you thought maybe is feelings for you matched yours for him.

"Theod-"

"Absolutly not."

You slam the book shut, watching him lay on the grass... it was his birthday, 20th to be expect, and he had wanted to just spend it out of the farm with you, so you packed a picnic. Still, birthday or not he was driving you insane.

"You said you liked old names!"

"Not ones that sound like some rich British asshole!"

You groan, watching him laugh as he sprawled out. Jean, flannel, tee shirt... all baggy of course. Despite the sports bra, you could see the swell of his tits.

He peaks up at you. "Well, get on with it!"

"Fiiiiine" Only because it was his birthday. And because picking a name with him seemed special, sacred. and it was his birthday. And because you loved him.

You reopen your book. "Abel?"

He seems to mull it over. "Hmmm. I like it...."

"But it's just not right, is it?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, but it's close."

You skim the names over, flipping through, skipping chunks, trying to find something that fit YOUR friend. He deserved the best.

"What about Joel?"

There was silence. "Joel... Joel Miller... wow.... I really like that. Rolls off the tongue." You watch the smile spread across his face. He sits up. "Joel Miller. Do you think it fits me?"

You're smiling back. "It really does. I think it's perfect. I mean, we can keep look-"

"No!" He cuts you off but this time you arent annoyed. He's bubbling with joy, giddy as he bounces in his spot. "I love it."

"Joel it is then!"

You don't see it coming when he kisses you. As quickly as it started, he pulls away. "Shit. Shit, I'm fuck'n sorry man, I just got-"

You grab his flannel and pull him back to you, kissing him deeper now. Joel's body submits to you immediately, melting into your touch and humming as you lay him down on the grass.

"Wanted you for so long..." You murmur into his mouth, not daring to pull away. "My man..."

He smiles against your skin. "Your man?"

"Mine, and mine only." You settle your knee between his legs, hearing Joel whimper. He was far from a blushing virgin, you knew. Many a man had taken him to bed before he realized what he was. But none of them understood him like you. None of them knew Joel Miller. You touch him, avoiding his chest you knew he didn't like attention drawn to, and feeling the muscles on his stomach. He was your man.

"Happy birthday, Joel"

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I hope you likey!!!!! I've been enjoying writing some trans content and i hope you do too!!!!

Here are some others ive done

About a Girl series: Joel meets reader, not realizing at first she's trans. All about acceptance, queer issues, family, found family, love, kindness.

You'd love me if i was a worm, would you love me if i was a man?: reader comes out to Santi

Joel take a strap: Joel's husband is a transman, and he finds a strap

Big Boys Dont Cry: Trans Santi Trans Reader smut

thank you all!!!

I've considered doing something with the trans logan stuff I've seen.... anyone in?

Tagging those i thought might enjoy!

@my-secret-shame @beefrobeefcal @pedge-page @for-a-longlongtime @crowandmousewritingco

[desswright29]

PROVE IT

Word Count: 5.6k

Contains: Angst, Smut 18+, Anger, Fluff, Mean Shuri

A/N: Listen…..I know. Enjoy 😁

Previously on Half Crazy:

Finally you were able to walk out. You look in Shuri’s direction. Had you not witnessed what you did in that lab. The sight would’ve torn you to pieces. Her pressed into a wall to keep her stable with Okoye cradling her head like a baby’s. But all you could feel was hatred. Anger. Removing your Kimoyo beads and rings you drop them to the floor with a clang and walked away. Shuri released a grunt that sounded as though she’d been punched in the gut at the sound.

You were gone and she didn’t know why.

Please come find me.

A week Later

“LUUUUUUU!! LUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! OPEN UP I KNOW YOU’RE HOME!” A druken biligerent Shuri pounded on the door of Tolu’s home. Her loud slurred words carrying into the night. “Come on man!” She hiccuped. “HELP ME LU!” Her head began to swim, her tounge jutting out to moisten her dry lips before she stumbled backwards falling onto her bottom. A groan escaped her throat before she let out a befuddled laugh. “I’m a mess Lu! Just let me talk to her! She’s not answering my calls!” She pleaded her voice cracking. “I just need to know she’s ok Lu!” The door knob wiggled a few times before the door flew open. “Shuri it’s after midnight!” Tolu stood irritated wrapping her long silk robe around her body, her Afro protected by her silk bonnet. Her eyes landed on Shuri and her heart sank to her belly, face slightly softening. Shuri sat on the ground, completely dejected, curls matted to her head. She wore grey sweats with a sports bra, a wrinkled short sleeved button up falling from her shoulders. Her skin lacking its usual luster, gloom sucking the light from her eyes.

“Get in this house before you wake my neighbors and they see the Queen in a drunken stupor on my porch!” She yelled in a whisper, croutching over to help Shuri to her feet. Once on her feet she stumbled forward almost falling on her face before Tolu’s forearm clutched her torso. “Come on get it together Shuri.” Tolu practically dragged her inside the house as she stumbled forward. Once inside Shuri staggered out of her embrace. Straightening herself to the best of her ability as she arranged her clothing to appear more groomed. “I got it.” Shuri stated stubbornly. Tolu sighed stepping back enough to give her space, but to still be able to catch her if she fell. Shuri’s eyes scanned the wide entryway, eventually settling on the top of the staircase. She stood staring, unknowingly swaying on her feet. “I-is she still s-sleeping?” She swallowed, her eyes not leaving the stairs Tolu sucked in a bit of air her eyes closing before delievering Shuri the news. “She’s not here….She’s left Wakanda Shuri.” Her body stiffened, head snapping over to look at Tolu her words powerful enough to sober her. “L-left Wak-k-kanda?” Her eyes became misty as reality sunk into her chest “W-where is she Lu?”

“She’s safe. That’s all I can say.” Shuri shook her head, anxiously rubbing her hands over her hair and back down her face. “W-What did I d-do?” She choked out. “Can you t-tell me that? P-please. I have to fix this. I can’t do this without her. It’s driving me crazy. I’m falling apart Lu.” She broke into a sob.

“Come. Let’s have a seat Shuri. Let me get you something to help soak up some of that alcohol.” Shuri’s head hung again. Shoulders sagging in defeat as Tolu lead her to the kitchen sitting her at the table while she went to grab a bagle from her bread box. She popped them into the toaster oven and started some tea. “Shuri, you’re really telling me you have no idea why y/n left you? That sounds like bullshit.” Shuri sat sideways in her seat. One arm on the table the other placed on the back of her chair, she faced Tolu slowly shaking her head. “I-I have not one clue. Everything was going so perfectly. Then for some reason I went to the lab an-“ It hit her like lightening. Another memory. Her and Riri’s body’s pressed together on top of a table inside of the lab. 

She could hear Riri moaning her name almost as though she was standing next to her whispering in her ear. She felt her vagina molding to the shape of Ri’s fingers. Heard herself moan Ri’s name. The sound of the bagle popping out of the toaster snaps her out of the memory. Just as fast as it came it went away. Shuri was met with a concerned looking Tolu once reality set back in. Her mouth opening and closing not knowing what to say. Tolu turned away to fix up Shuri’s bagel and tea as Shuri sat in silence at the table. Wondering what was happening to her. 

Once Tolu finished she sat the food and tea on the table beside Shuri who was almost in a zombie like state. Pulling out a chair she sat adjacent to her. “Eat something Iphitshi” Shuri’s eyes fluttered upward towards Tolu a smile ghosting over her lips. The first since you’d left her. “You haven’t called me that since we were kids.” Tolu smirked sitting back in her chair. “Before y/n came and stole us from eachother huh” Shuri let out a hmph as Tolu pushed the plate towards her encouraging her to take a bite. Shuri slowly lifted the bagel from her plate slightly shaking, the alcohol catching up to her. She took a bite chewing slowly to try and keep it down. Chasing it with a swallow of tea. She sat back taking a deep breath as though that was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. “I don’t get it. Where did I go wrong Lu?” Tolu shook her head letting out a huff. 

“She said she walked in on you with Riri in the lab….. Fucking.” Lu gave it to her plain. Shuri shook her head from side to side. Her eyes down cast, confusion covering her face. “ I didn’t.. I-I couldn’t… I wouldn’t have done that to her. Me and Ri had sex ONCE! And I told her about it as soon as we decided to work things out. I can understand her being upset that I let her stay for the remainder of her trip but she could’ve talked to me about that. To say I had sex with her again so she could leave me is crazy. I didn’t do that shit and she knows it!!!” Shuri smashed her fist against Tolu’s glass table causing it and everything on it to shatter on top of them as her veins began to glow purple. Tolu screeched jumping back. Shuri’s eyes widen as she falls out of the chair onto her knees without thinking to try and clean up the mess.

“AAARGH!! Fuck!!” She screamed as glass implanted itself into her hands and knees. “Shuri! What the fuck!” Tolu rushes over to her as safely as possible to help her to her feet. “Damnit I’m so sorry! I’ll get it cleaned up and get you another table. I’m good for it. I swear I didn’t meant to. Fuck what’s wrong with me. I’m so fucking stupid -“

“Hey! Stop it Shuri.” Tolu said sitting her at the bar. “Hell yea you’re gonna get this cleaned and get me a new table, but I’m not concerned with that tonight.” She rushed off to get a first aid kit and tweezer. She came back to Shuri with her head lowered. Chin to chest. Tears streaming down her face, watching blood leak from the wounds on her hands as they sat palms upward on her legs. Tolu timidly grabbed Shuri’s left hand and began to remove tiny shards of glass. “Never would I have ever thought I’d see little Peach so defeated. But it makes since that y/n’s the one that got you here.” Shuri continued looking down a small hiccup escaping her mouth.

“Remember it was just us. You were my bestfriend in the world. But when that pretty girl with the golden skin walked through those palace doors I knew I’d have to share. Who knew she’d steal both of our hearts.” If Tolu didn’t know any better she would’ve thought she heard a chuckle. Until a hoarse voice began to speak. “You were always the coolest girl in the world to me Tolu. So little but intense. A mini Dora.” Shuri said. Tolu chuckled.

“Same, even though you were an arrogant little prick. You really had every reason to be.” 

“Fuck you” Shuri winced as Tolu was a bit rougher with the last shard of glass. “You did that on purpose.” Tolu smirked as she disinfected both of Shuri’s hands and wrapped them. “How are your knees?” 

“They’re fine” Tolu gave a slight nod. “Shuri I don’t know what’s going on. None of this makes since to me. But you can’t break like this. You have a country that’s depending on you to be healthy and in your right mind. So you have to find a healthier way to cope while we get this figured. Our Queen can’t be stumbling around her kingdom intoxicated. And this isn’t going to get you your wife back. I love you both dearly. And I don’t want to see either of you hurting the way that you are.” Shuri’s eyes fell to the ground. “I can’t let you leave here like this. So take the guest room tonight…..And don’t worry Shuri. You and y/n will be back like never before in no time.

3 months later

“AAAHHH OH MY GOD!! Shuri! Fuuuuckk!!” 

“Shut up” Shuri’s voice is low and raspy. Sweat pouring down her sculpted body as she pounded into the equally sweaty trembling girl bent over beneath her. She yanked back on the leash attached to the collar on the girls neck. Tears pouring down her face. “You like being the Panthers slut don’t you?”

“Yesss Panther! Pl-please cum for me!! I can’t take m-much more!”

“Awww, is your pussy tired from all that cumming?” Shuri pulled back harder causing the girls eyes to reach the ceiling. Her view was soon obstructed by the view of Shuri’s beautiful face. Nine freshly done shoulder length jumbo braids fell from her scalp waving back and forth with each stroke. “Y-yes Panther! I c-can’t take another one.” Shuri smirked. “Oh but you’re going to give me another. Now arch that fucking back for me.”

Riri let out a loud grunt as she arched her back and began tossing back her ass in an attempt to match Shuri’s strokes, determined to make her cum. Shuri enjoyed this. Putting on a large normal strap and fucking Riri into exhaustion. But she would never cum and it drove Riri crazy. As Tolu had suggested, Shuri had found a healthier way to cope with y/n leaving. She trained hard. With Tolu, Okoye, Ayo, Aneeka, and on her own. When she wasn’t training. She was in her lab, in meetings, or fucking Riri into an oblivion. Shuri had left the lab at 3 am with her mind set on the latter. It had now been almost 2 hrs.

Shuri reached underneath Riri and began to rub circles into her swollen achy bud. Instantly the arch left her back, causing her to look hunched over. Shuri tsked. “Now what am I supposed to do with this?” 

“Shuri I c-can’t Ahhhhh haaaaaaa!” Drool leaked from her mouth as her body spasamed running away from Shuri’s thrust. “If you’re tapping out that’s not how it’s done.” She pressed her front into Riri’s back and began to thrust harder, her hand rubbing faster circles into Riri’s clit. Taking her other hand off of the leash she wrapped it around Riri’s throat squeezing lightly. Riri’s body began to jerk violently underneath Shuri as she tried to form a coherent sentence. “G-ggooo ahhhh SHIT!!!”

“That’s not it either Rianna.” She seductively whispered into her ear. “SHUUURRIIIIIIII!!!!! I-I Aah! I submit P-Panther UUUHHHHNNN!!” Right as Shuri let her go and pulled out of her liquid once again began to gush from her center. Her body went stiff. The intense painful pleasure causing fierce jolts to run through her body making her convulse as she came for the umpteenth time. Shuri watched as the liquid continued to sputter out with Riri’s reaching between her legs to try and stop it. “I ca-ant ssstop cummming Uhhnngg”. Silently Shuri continued to watch as Riri began to slip in and out of consciousness.

Riri walked the halls of the palace. Her feet guiding her to the familiar hall that led to the Queens home. Nodding at the Dora standing guard she entered. The closer she got to the door the more she could hear the echo of Shuri’s cries. She’d stayed away for about a week. Allowing Shuri time to process. Now it was her time to make her move. You see her intent was never to use the atoms continuously. It was made to throw enough of a wrench in Shuri and y/n’s lives to allow her to be able to squeeze her way in. And now the time had come for her to make her move. Now standing infront of the door she realized it was slightly cracked. 

She stepped inside looking around. It was dark, the mess from the day y/n left still present. “Damn she did a number on this place.” The sound of soft whimpers caught Riri’s attention as she exited the foyer. “Shuri. Shuri it’s me Ri.” Still no answer only light cries. Following the sound Riri found Shuri sitting on the floor of her living room back up against the front of her couch. A bottle of scotch sat next to her as her head lie on her knees. “Oh Shuri.” Riri sat on the floor across from her. “I’m so sorry this happened.” 

“I don’t know what happened Ri. Everything was ok. Now she won’t talk to me. She won’t even tell me what I did wrong.” She was obviously intoxicated. Her words slurred and she would hiccup on occasion. “That’s not okay Shuri. It sounds like she was just looking for an excuse to leave. You deserve better. Someone who can communicate their issues with you.” Shuri finally looked up into Riri’s eyes. “Is that you? You can do that for me?” An inquisitive look passed over Shuri’s face and had Riri payed a bit more attention she would’ve noticed the small serpentine glint in Shuri’s eyes. But filled with her own ulterior motives she moved forward in her plan. A smirk lifted one side of her mouth. “I can. If that’s what you want. I could make it all better  for you Angel. If you’ll let me.”

A slow smile formed on Shuri’s face before she broke eye contact grabbing her bottle of liquor. She settled back onto the front of the couch. A chuckle leaving her before bringing the bottle up to her lips guzzling down 3 gulps and removing it from her mouth. Her eyes then settled back on Riri. “You’re gonna make me all better huh?” She said, Her bottom lip getting trapped between her perfect teeth. Eyes low from her drunken state. “If you want me to.” Riri came closer. Now sitting on her knees beside Shuri. “Ask me if you can Rianna” Shuri’s eyes bore holes into Riri’s face. The depth of her voice sent chills down her spine. “Can I make it better for you?” Riri removed the bottle from Shuri’s hand, once again placing it beside her. 

Straddling Shuri’s lap she held her face in her hands, locking their eyes together. “Please let me be here for you. Stay with you. Dry these tears for you.” She leans in. Her lips grazing over Shuri’s. Her mouth slightly open, breath tickling Shuri’s lips. Shuri’s tounge slowly escapes her mouth. Taking access to Riri’s that she happily accepts. She closes her mouth around Shuri’s tongue, her eyes closing upon reflex at the taste of her. The bitter taste of the spirits mixed in with her earthy taste driving her wild as she sucked before opening her mouth and intertwining their tounges. She’d done it! She was here kissing her girl without the use of her device. Shuri was going to fall for her!

“Ri, RI!!! Get up I’m hungry!” Riri was jarred awake by a freshly showered, fully dressed Shuri. In her dark Maroon sweat suit and black combat vest, her chains sitting neatly on the outside of her shirt. She stood impatiently over the top of her, placing her braids in a bun at the top of her head. “It’s almost sunrise Shuri.”

“Which is why I would like some breakfast so I can go home and prepare for my day.”

“Baby, why don’t you stay here in bed with me. Or let me stay with you for once.” Shuri’s face morphed into a sneer, scoffing. “Get yourself together so you can prepare my breakfast. I suggest you move quickly.” And with that she was out of the room. A soft sigh left Riri���s mouth. She lifted her aching body and threw her legs over the edge of the bed. Bracing herself to stand to her feet. Three short rocks and a hop and she found her self on the ground her wobbly legs and sore core betraying her. “Fuck” She whispered. 

This is how it had been since the day Riri found Shuri in a puddle of alcohol and tears on her living room floor and begged to take y/n’s place. Shuri was more toned, dressed to the nines, and most importantly. She was mean. That beautiful sweet personality that she’d fell in love with had teetered away. Something was wrong. Once Riri had realized she’d gotten Shuri but not the Shuri that she’d wanted she’d tried using the atoms to get the gentle affection she’d always desired from Shuri… But there was a problem. They didn’t work. She’d asked her Stark AI if they could be located but they were completely offline and undetectable. 

Riri grabbed the side of the bed trying to stand to her feet once again. Legs still achy and wobbly she gathered the strength to walk to the bathroom and wash up quickly. She grabbed her robe and put on her slippers and headed into the living room. She was met with Shuri on the couch manspread, arm thrown over the back of the couch, once again enjoying a cocktail. “What would you like for breakfast Shuri?” 

“Surprise me.” She said without looking in Riri’s direction. Riri decided on just making a simple turkey bacon avacado toast, With a fruit smoothie. Racking her brain trying to figure out what happened to her beloved invention. Could it be the amount of alcohol Shuri had been consuming? The training? Is it the reason for her recent behavior. God what happened!?  A single tear ran down her face. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. She wanted Shuri to love her more than ever before. She’d be lying if she said the turn Shuri had taken wasn’t a bit sexy. The sex was always amazing and she was well pleased. But what hurt was the lack of affection. She craved it. 

Finishing up Shuri’s breakfast knowing that she wouldn’t stay to eat it, she packed it up and walked out of the kitchen to give it to her. “It’s finished. I’ve got it ready to go for you.” Riri’s voice was small and sorrowful. Shuri stood to her feet. Taking the food from Riri’s hands and preparing to leave. “Shuri. Wait.” Shuri stopped turning to look at Riri. Her brow arched in question. “What is this? W-what are we?” Shuri‘s facial expression never changed. She only slightly tilted her head to the side. “I’m only asking because we do this everyday. The sex is amazing and I enjoy your company. But I want more Shuri. I’m falling in love with you and I want you to love me too. You don’t hold me. Or take me on dates or anything and I just want to know where this is going?”

“Where does it feel like it’s going Rianna?” Shuri placed her food on the side table and stepped closer. “I don’t know Shuri. But I know where I want it to go. And I know you’re capable of it. I want you to love me the way you loved her. Why don’t you love me the way you loved her.” Riri’s voice broke, and again tears began to fall. But this time she allowed them. Shuri’s face turned concerned as she quickly stepped into Riri’s space holding her face hostage with her hands. To be sure Tiri couldn’t pull away. “Oh Sithandwa..” She pulled her face upwards making sure their eyes connect. Shuri began to speak while wiping Riri’s tears with her thumbs. “It’s so simple… I am still very much in love with my wife. And you are simply not her.” Riri’s eyes widened as Shuri gently kisses her on the forehead before whispering in her ear. “You got what you wanted right.” She let go of her face and looked her in the eyes. There it was again. That glint. Except this time Riri couldn’t miss it if she wanted.

Shuri grabbed her food once again and walked out of the door leaving Riri with her heart in her stomach and only one thing on her mind. 

Did Shuri know?

Shuri walked into her home to the sound of someone in her living room. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she shut the door behind her. “Why are you here Tolu?” She said before she even rounded the corner.  “I see you’re still fucking that manipulator?” Shuri plopped down on the couch next to her propping her feet up on the table infront of her. “You’re the one that told me to find something healthier to do?” She said nonchalantly opening the container with her breakfast and digging in. “As in train. Run your country. Invent some shit. Not continue fucking the very woman that your wife left you over. And you’re still drinking. I can smell it on you.” 

“Well I’m doing all of the above. It’s called balance.”

“Maybe you should try to fit sleeping in their somewhere too. And if you mustn’t maybe you should try doing something that might actually help you get your wife back!” 

“HA!” Shuri threw her head back with a mouth full of food. “And just how do you suggest I go about doing that Lu? She’s refused to talk to me! Left Wakanda to go Bast knows where for three fucking months! Still won’t tell me what the fuck I did! And is only returning today to DIVORCE ME!”

“EXACTLY SHURI!! She’ll be here! Do something for bast sake!”

“Maybe I don’t want to!” Shuri jumped up from the sofa and began to pace. “She just left me with no explanation Tolu! Maybe I’m fucking angry! Do I not have that right!”

“I told you she said she caught you fucking Ri.”

“But I didn’t!”

“You sure as hell are now! And how do plan to explain that to her?”

“I don’t! She didn’t feel the need to explain shit to me. So why would I owe her an explanation now? If anything she pushed me into her arms!” Tolu huffed in exasperation. “That’s bullshit and you know it. If you really didn’t do it you could’ve proved her wrong Shuri.” Shuri sat down again. Placing her head in her hands. “She’s returning to divorce you Shuri. Are you really going to allow her to be done?” Shuri released a quivering exhale. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose her. It terrifies me. I can’t even think straight. I just. I just wish it never happened. I want to snap my fingers and it all just goes back to normal. I miss her Lu.” Tolu scoots closer placing a hand on Shuri’s back as she breaks down.

“The whole Kingdom can see that Shuri. You’re not hiding it as well as you think. It’s time to stop swallowing your feelings, let go of the anger and put that energy into letting your wife know you’re not letting her go so easily. She fought for you. Now it’s your turn.” Tolu stood to her feet. “I’m going to make sure everything at the house is prepared for her arrival. Get yourself together Peach.” 

Shuri leaned against the bookshelf inside of the meeting room at the lawyers office, staring out of the window in anticipation. Nerves getting the best of her. It felt like it’d been years since she’d seen your face. She wore a black oversized suit with a turtleneck and a black and gold embroidered vest. Her gold and silver chains shined in contrast to the black underneath. Her right ear decorated in a gold and silver ear cuff. Several bracelets decorated her wrist and rings decorated her beautiful fingers. The most important being her wedding ring. Her pointed toe chunky heeled boots decorated with gold at the tip tapped tirelessly against the floor, and her braids were now worn loose. Her woodsy vanilla scent lingered in the air. She looked impossibly delicious.

When a black Ashton Martin pulled up to the front of the building Shuri’s heart rate began to speed up. She watched as a woman about her height dressed in a grey sweat suit with a tan trench, NY fitted cap, with long locs flowing from underneath hopped out of one side of the car jogging to the otherside to open the door for you. A black stiletto boot delicately stepped outside of the car, as the woman reached in to grab your hand, pulling you out of the car and right into her arms. Your arms wrapped around her neck as your lips connected to hers. 

Shuri’s jaw fell slack, surprise stealing the air from her lungs. She stood completely stunned for a moment before her hand came up to her chest subconsciously reminding her to breathe. That’s when she noticed the tear rolling down her cheek, and that you were no longer in her line of sight. Her eyes darted from side to side as she wiped at her tear. Quickly sniffing and blinking away anymore. She let out a quick puff of air to collect herself and allowed numbness to take over. 

She took a seat at the long mahogany wood table, next to her lawyer. Her face now stoic, sitting low in her seat with her right foot crossed over left knee. She grabbed her shades from the table and placed them on her face, just in time for you to walk through the door. Her bottom lip settled inbetween her teeth almost like reflex to the sight of you. The first thing Shuri had noticed was that you’d gained a bit of weight. Your breast were a bit more swollen and your hips had spread. And fuuuck did it look good on you. Her body began to heat up. As she surveyed your curves in the extremly low cut black leather dress, as you removed the black trench that had sat on your shoulders. She watched you avoid the sight of her under your wide brimmed fedora hat that sat cocked over your right eye. Your locks tied in a tight bun underneath. How the fuck was she supposed to get through this? How was she supposed to let you go?

Fuck it. “I would like to have a word alone with my wife before we begin these proceedings.” Shuri speaks up from her seat. Your eyes finally land on her and your heart skipped a beat. She looked different. In all of the right ways. You never thought your wife could be anymore attractive. Her regal presence began to make you nervous, causing your stomach to flutter. Or was baby just acknowledging the presence of its mother. “No.” You say simply. Shuri let out a small chuckle a smirk curving the corner of her lips. “It wasn’t a request.” She stated calmly. You roll your eyes letting out an irritated sigh as everyone began to file out of the room. The last person left out closing the door behind them leaving you two completely alone for the first time in months. You stand awkwardly across from her as you feel her eyes burning through you. 

Nervous that she may notice the growing life inside of you, you subconsciously place your arms infront of you and began playing with your fingers. “Ubonakala umhle nkosazana” (You look beautiful). 

“What is it Shuri? I didn’t plan on being here for long. I just wanted to go over the stipulations of this divorce to see if we can do this amicably.” A scoff left Shuri’s mouth. “Amicably huh? Bold of you being that you brought your whore to my country. Hopefully she makes it out well.”

“Oh please! You wouldn’t dare touch her. Teyana is no threat to this nation. Only to your bruised ego.”

“Oh her name! Goody that’ll make it even easier.” Shuri sneered. 

“You know what Shuri Fuck you!! Bold of you to care when you’re still traipsing around Wakanda with the bitch I left you over. I hear you’re not only a habitual cheater but a functioning alcholic!”

“The functioning part of that is what’s important though right?” You look at her in disgust before going to grab your coat. “I’m leaving. I’ll handle this on my own and send you the papers.”

“So that’s really why you left me?” You stopped mid stride. “You never told me what happened. You just left me y/n. How am I supposed to fix it if I don’t know.” Keeping your back turned you answer. “Maybe I didn’t want you to fix it. Maybe there should’ve never been anything done to fix.” 

“I didn’t cheat on you again Sthandwa. I was honest about what happened with Ri and I and it never happened again.” You turn around and slam your fist on the desk. “LIAR!! I watched you! Inside of the lab! The bitch smiled at me over your shoulder as you rode her fucking fingers. I think I know my wife’s body and the way she sounds when she’s being fucked! So unless there’s a clone of the Queen coming around Wakanda only to fuck Riri! You can stop lying to my face! And the audacity of you to continue after I left is unfathomable to me!”

Shuri stood from  her chair removing her glasses to reveal the tears brimming her eyes. “I just want to feel something!! Take my anger out somewhere! All the training staying busy!! It’s not working! So what else do I do? I might as well fuck her since I already lost you when I DIDNT DO IT!” 

“Stop lying to me Shuri! I can’t do this!” Shuri rounded the table with urgency making her way towards you. She was charging forward and it didn’t seem like she would stop. You started backing up as she continued moving forward.

“I didn’t do it!”

“STOP!”

 “I didn’t do it!”

“YOU’RE LYING!”

 “I DIDN’T DO IT!”

She’d backed you into the table. Her face so close you could taste the mint on her breath. Both of your breathing heavy with the adrenaline of anger running through your veins. All of a sudden her lips were on yours and your arms were wrapping around her shoulders tight, like you never wanted to let her go. Your bodies melded into one anothers as you shared a slow, hungry, desperate, sloppy kiss. The scent of her, the feel of her back in your arms. Her arms wrapped around the small of your back felt like home. You started to feel faint it was too much. She took your breath away while simultaneously pouring life into you. She pulled away from you staring into your eyes. 

Looking into her eyes confusion begin to set in. You’d known Shuri a good portion of your life. And you couldn’t find the lie in her eyes. You lie your head on her shoulder your arms still wrapped tight around her. Her hands rested on your hips as she walked you backward sitting you down in a nearby chair.  She crouched infront of you grabbing both of your hands in front of her. Placing her other over her heart. “Baby I didn’t do it. You have to believe me. W-we were getting our life back. Trying to make a family. I was loving every minute of it. I didn’t have the space in my head or in my heart for anyone else. You’re all I wanted. You’re still all I want. I wouldn’t have risked this. Loosing you. I- I can’t do it. I can’t do this baby. I don’t want to.” She went down to her knees her head falling into your lap. “Let me figure this out please. Let’s not rush into a divorce. Just let me figure it out.” 

Placing your hands on her head you close your eyes as tears fall and your jaw trembles. Your chest shakes with your sobs. “I want to believe you Shuri I do. But I saw what I saw.” You could see her shoulders deflate as her head sunk deeper into your lap her hands squeezing a bit tighter. Staring up at the ceiling you release a wet exhale. “I wont file yet.” You whisper. Shuri’s head shot up from your lap eyes bloodshot and face stained with tears. Your right hand cups her chin as you lean closer to her. “Prove it Udaku”. With that you stand to your feet, place your hat back on your head and put your coat back on your shoulders. Leaving Shuri on her knees. She sits completely on the floor wiping at her tears, her heart finally filled with hope. A chime from Shuri’s Kimoyo beads interupted her moment.

“Panther the results of the analysis of the atoms have been finalalized and are ready for your review.” 

Shuri’s eyes widened as she jumped to her feet grabbing her trench from her chair. She ran after you. 

“Baby wait!” She yelled as she caught up with you. Once again you halt. Giving her your undivided attention. “I have something you might want to see.”

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed!! The next part will be the finale!!!

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy's version of lingerie would be a sports bra. A tank top even. She strikes me as a practical girl first and foremost. Percy doesn't strike me as a person who really cares for delicate fancy things - especially considering her upbringing. She likes girly stuff, but I don't her enjoying too much lingerie. It's like how she loves the sea, but wouldn't particularly want to decorate herself in it. I'm not sure how to put it into words, but Percy appreciates the sea and it's power - similar to how Piper feels about love, and its power.

YES YOU'RE SO RIGHT AS ALWAYS YOUR PJO TAKES ARE SO GOOD And the comparison is perfect too,because Piper and Aphrodite's feelings on eachother parallel Percy and Poseidon's!And for Percy's brand of femininity,i want to add on that she's the specific kind of femme who subverts cishet people's idea of femininity.Blues instead of pinks,punk instead of traditional with the exception of loving her afro-dominican heritage,Team Mom instead of an 'overbearing no fun nag' stereotype,interests in kiddy and cutesy things instead of focusing on what's 'normal',high standards for men because she knows her self-worth and a very low interest in anything sexual or romantic.She's autistic and giving aroaceflux bi vibes and the closest thing to a standard girl thing she has is liking being called 'Doll' and even then she lets exactly two people call her that and it's Sally and her boyfriend(who varies depending on my mood).Oh and before i forget,i should note that i'm almost certain the person who suggested her in that corset didn't even headcanon her as transfem like we do😭This is not invalidating your points but me saying it's wild asf how the fandom will feminize Percy to be horny about her but balks at her actually being a woman

[throughthewaves-if]

What do the RO’s look like?

I’ll add the other RO’s appearances here when I announce them.

S- S is 5’9 with tanned skin, straight blonde hair cut along the jawline and left as is, and light blue eyes. Sophia typically wears sundresses with a floppy hat and Simon usually wears a white button-down with some buttons opened at the top and matching white shorts and sunglasses. 

I- Mermaids are huge, so I is around 7ft. Their skin is bronze and their hair is dark and coily and reaches just past their shoulders. Their eyes are purple, and so is their tail. Their tail is a dark iridescent purple with multiple fins on the side of it, and the large fin at the end of their tail has a very ribbon-like texture. As for their chest, Idris is completely bare-chested, while Iris I’d imagine uses some kind of seashell bra with various jewelry pieces decorating it. Most likely because she saw human women covering their chests when they wore swimsuits and thought it looked cool. Here’s a reference for their tail and bra, in case you wanted it.

M- Again, mermaids are huge, so M is around 8ft. Their skin is porcelain and their hair is dark and wavy. Madeline’s hair reaches her mid-back, and Malachi’s hair reaches just below his eyebrows. Their eyes are a forest green color, and their tail is completely black with two fins on the side, and their large fin has a similar texture to that of a bat wing. As for their chest, both Madeline and Malachi are completely bare-chested. Here’s a reference for their tail, in case you wanted it.

A- A is around 8 feet tall (or would long be a better word for a mermaid?). Their skin is a honey tone, and their curly hair is a medium brown. A’s hair reaches their mid back, and their eyes are golden brown. Their tail is gold and blue, with two large fins on the side and the large fin at the end having a very satiny? texture. As for their chest, Altair has some scales running up the left side of his chest and along his arm, and Astrid has scales running up the sides of her torso and covering her chest. Here’s a reference for their tail, in case you wanted it.

L- L is 6’2 and has beige-colored skin, with wavy brown hair that touches Luca’s forehead and Leilahni’s shoulders. L has light greenish-blueish eyes, like the color mint. L is mostly seen in their red bathing suit, but they can be found in tank tops/crop tops and denim shorts when they're not. 

T- T is 6’4 with an umber skin tone. T has black coily hair. Theodore keeps his cut close to his scalp and left as is, while Thalia’s reaches her jawline and is also usually left as an afro. Thalia is usually seen wearing a loose striped shirt with the front tied and white shorts. Theodore wears a button-striped shirt with the top buttons open and white shorts.

Are the mermaid tails inefficient and unrealistic? Maybe, but who cares. Fantasy logic, right?

[tacticalspider]

Baaad news from the zones, tumbleweeds. Looks like Laa-Laa-Star and the Po-bra Kid had a clap with an exterminator that went all Costa Rica, and, uh, got themselves ghosted, dusted out on route Guano. So, it's time to hit the redline and upthrust the volume out there. Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to. Here's the traffic.

(image description in alt and under the cut)

image description: pictured here is a drawing of the yellow teletebby named Laa-Laa as Jet-Star from the My Chemical Romance album called Danger Days. Laa Laa Star, as the character will now be called, is wearing a black leather jacket with a red BLI patch, black jeans, and silver aviator style sunglasses. They have a loose sort of half afro (what's it called when someone has a lot of hair and it takes up space?) which is bright yellow at the roots and then goes into dark brown curls at the end. they have yellow teletubby flesh and medium brown skin on their face. their yellow antennae curls in a loop above their head. and they're holding a bright blue ray gun. behind them, an upside down American flag flies and there's a blue lightning bolt on the picture's grey background with the words Laa-Laa Star above it. Finally, this whole abomination has been drawn on a prescription medicine info sheet so there's a lot of text. end id.

[razzafrazzle]

merry yurimas to those who celebrate

[image description: a drawing of two original character. moon and sadie, cuddling on the floor next to a decorated christmas tree. moon is a dark-skinned, fat woman with short white afro hair, freckles, and blue lipstick. she is wearing blue lingerie with a white lacy pattern on the stockings. sadie is a muscular, red-skinned demon woman with short purple hair that's greying on the sides. she is wearing a green sports bra with the text "on the naughty list" printed on it, matching boxers, and purple-tipped socks. moon is kissing sadie on the cheek as they hold hands, while sadie is covered in blue kiss marks. mistletoe hangs above them. the drawing is done in a clean and brightly-colored style. end id]

[haemocyaninz]

Even more Angelic Hiro

[Image ID: A digital drawing of haemocyaninz’s oc, Hiro, sitting on his knees as looks to the side with a somber expression. Hiro has light brown skin, 2 spheres at the top of his head, long blue afro textured hair that goes into 2 large wings surrounding him, a scar on his stomach, and medium curvy build. He wears a navy blue bra, black stockings over matching blue panties, and short blue boots with heels. In the background is an image of a cloudy sky under another lighter image of the sky. There are bubbles surrounding the image and the word “Hiro” is on the left on a white rectangle. End ID.]

[rizavii]

she is going to beat u up <3

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Allura from Voltron: Legendary Defender. She is in a sports bra and loose pants, and is wearing hand wraps, all in the same shade of pale blue. She is leaning back slightly and stretching, pulling one arm across her body with the other. Her hair is out in a large, light pink afro. To her right, there are three dots of the same shades of blue, pink, and brown as her clothes, hair, and skin respectively.]

[douceurrrr]

GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS! - EDDIE MUNSON

✮ summary- after eddie and his band got popular he is tired of seeing the same ole groupies until one day he finally saw someone who caught his eye.

✮ parings- eddie munson x groupie!black!reader

✮ details- smut, fluff, 18+ (minors DNI) language, drinking, oral (f! receiving m! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, teasing, multiple orgasms, praise, spit, creampie, choking.

eddie’s eyes scanned the room he was in that was filled with groupies and he sees his band members cat calling and making out and drinking but he was left alone. no girl stood out to him, it was just the same blond headed bimbos. then suddenly a girl struts up to him with them “fuck me” eyes. “hi are you the lead guitarist?” the girls voice was sweet and smooth with a hint of sexual. “yeah.” eddie says not making eye contact with her. “oh well if you come with me I’ll make it worth you while.” she batted her eyes at eddie with a devious smile. “uh no thanks.” she scoffed, rolled her eyes, then walked away. eddie rolled his eyes and muttered “bitch” and shook his head. “hey eds, how come you rejected blonde over she was smokin.” his band mate says while eyeing the girl but instantly finding another girl to look at. “I don’t know man, it’s just these groupies don’t stand out to me.” his band mate chuckled and was about to reply when a girl came beside him and whispered in his ear. “oh um eddie I’ll be back.” he won’t be back.

eddie had a feeling that his dick wouldn’t get hard today and that this would be another useless day. eddie sighed and came to the conclusion that he would just leave and go to the hotel. “hey jimmy I’m gonna head out now.” to be honest jimmy didn’t hear one thing he said he was too busy making out with some blond. so eddie left the room and headed out the door which lead to the ally way. when eddie got to the ally way he saw a girl to almost mar this eye pop out his socket. she had big curly hair and brown chocolate skin, she had on a red mini skirt with a black bra like top and a leather jacket and she was just leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. you felt someone’s stare over you “if you’re looking for a groupie go back inside because I’m not longer one of those anymore.” eddie quickly shifted his eyes from you. you turned to look at him and realized that it was the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin. “hey you’re the lead guitarist of that one band right.” eddie started to smile thinking it would be able to take you back with him tonight. “in the flesh and you are..” he trailed off wanting to know the name of the woman he’ll be devouring tonight. “y/n and what’s a guy like yourself not drowning yourself in groupies.” eddie shrugged “none of them caught my eye until now.” he winked and you smirked. “that faltering but I’m not longer a groupie.” you started to feel mad inside again. “and why is that sweet thing.” suddenly you calm down when he calls you that, wait you barely if know him why does he make you feel this way? “uhm the club said that my afro was a distraction so she fired me.” eddie furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

“well if I makes you feel any better.” eddie then leaned down, hovering over you ear making his lips graze over your earlobe “I think it makes you pretty sexy.” he finished then leaned up. you could stop yourself from smirking “oh really” you grinned. “really really.” eddie says eyeing your tits that were spilling over your top. he now began to caress your warm thighs, you bit your lip, taking as he caressed your hot skin making you squirm. “come with me.” eddie whispered in your ear. “you’re sweet n all but I just met you, take me home first, big boy.” eddie smirked and pulled out his car keys and took you hand in his free hand and lead you to his car. “sweet ride huh?” you shrugged and hopped in the car which was weird for eddie, usually girls would go with him because of his ride but you didn’t care about that but the next thing you did made eddie know for sure you were different than the others. you lean over to the drivers seat and popped the knob up that unlocks the door. eddie heart pounded in chest like it was going to pop out and run away. eddie then opened the door and sat down “I knew you were something special.” he muttered. “huh?” you said thinking he said something. “oh nothing.” but little did he know you heard what he said and smiled facing the window.

-

as eddie was driving he would glare at you every ten seconds only this time he glanced over at your tits and how they bounced every time eddie would drive on something bumpy. “keep your eyes on the road, munson.” you smirked, shaking your head as you noticed him staring at you. “okay turn here.” when eddie made that turn he could resist anymore he then placed his hand on your thigh while the other one was on the wheel. his hands creeped up your thigh, inside your skirt and you weren’t saying a thing. when his thumb grazed your clit you went ballistic. you clinger into eddie’s wrist. “how does that feel, huh?” he says as he rubs your clit in circles. “eddie, please," you whimpered as he slipped a finger in your cunt. “you gotta tell which turn I have to make first, hun.” he says speeding up his fingers, making you moan like crazy. “t-turn right.” you managed to say through your moans. eddie’s fingers were not pounding into you as his palm rubbed your clit. “there.” you choked out, pointing to your apartment. eddie then opened the car door then circled around to open your door. when you stood out eddie’s lips immediately were on yours. You moaned into each other's mouths lightly, the kisses increasingly becoming faster. You both panted heavily between kisses as you smoothed your hands in his hair. you both kissed all the way to you front porch but you pulled away for second to pull out you house kissed as eddie was kissing you all over. you turned around so you can open the door which was hard with eddie’s lips on your neck but eventually you got the door open and went back to making out, shutting the door with your foot.

finally you both disconnected your lips, taking his wrist in your hand and leading him to your bead room. then eddie had the chance to push you on the bed playfully. clothes fly everywhere and finally you’re stripped down to just your panties and bra. sitting up slightly to get your hands behind your back, you expertly unclasp your bra to be discarded on the floor. eddie’s eye widened at the view of your tits. two big hershey kisses for him to eat. “fuckin’ perfect”, he breaths, bending down to capture one of your nipples in his hand, flicking the sensitive bud on his fingertips making you gasp at the sensation. “sorry, princess, I know you’re probably sensitive.” he said leaning down kissing the sensitive bud while keeping eye contact.

eddie then began to kiss down your stomach, keeping eye contact. your breath got heavier and heavier each time he got closer and closer. eddie then stopped at the band of your panties. he then looked up at you consent, you nodded. he then hooked his fingers around the band and pulled them off. He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone made you moan, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t breath evenly anymore. you’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and move your hips. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically sucks around your sensitive bud. you feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the top orgasm, riding eddie’s face all the way back down, your pussy is left gushing around his tongue . “mm my turn.” eddie cursed underneath his breath.

“oh yeah? pretty girl wants her lips around me, huh?” you moaned at his words and had him on his back. you crawled down to the band of his boxers and slipped them off. you were speechless as you looked at his length with his happy trail. you grabbed onto him the tip was red, dribbling drops of precum down the shaft, so you leaned in and delicately licked up the mess. “fuck, baby,” his moan was harsh, husky and it intensified once you wrapped your lips around his pulsing head, “jesus, your mouth is so good. your mouth is better than any groupie I’ve been with, gosh.” he grunted. his praise made you all the more hot inside, bobbing your head to make him moan even more. your tongue swiveled, tracing the veins and licking. his hips thrusted up and you gagged, the sensation of your throat making eddie moan. “god, you’re taking me so well.” breathing in, you forced yourself to deep throat him and the sound he made was completely heavenly. “ah, that’s it. that’s fucking it.” he thrusted his hips making you gag.

“shit m’gonna cum princess, we’re do you want me.” you instantly pulled him out your mouth and jerked him off over your face. “my face, I want you all over my face.” and what you said made him cum all over your face, ropes of cum splattered all over your face, you smiled up at eddie in satisfactory. “c’mere,” eddie pulled at you, settling your warm form on your back, hissing as you brushed his sensitive cock. “such a good girl, huh? really wish I should’ve caught you in that ally way sooner.” you then spread your legs for eddie to settle between. bucking your hips up, you hike your legs up around his waist, desperate to feel him inside of you. eddie’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, running the head between your folds to gather your slick. He presses into you slowly, eyes flicking up to watch your face as the head enters you. head thrown back in pleasure, the slow, steady slide of him against your walls. leaning down, he tucks himself into the crook of your neck as he bottoms out, hot messy kisses against the underside of your jaw. just a moment before pulling halfway out slowly before rocking back into you.

eddie tilts your hips up, grabbing the backs of your thighs to press them into your chest. The new position allows him to sink even deeper, hitting your g-spot so precisely you nearly cry in pleasure. “does that feel good? huh?” he says in a little baby voice. your couldn’t even reply. now he was thrusting in a inhumanly pace, placing his hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. “where—fuck—where do you want it?”, he asks in between moans, suddenly closer than he realized. “cum inside me.” you moaned out. that’s all he needed to near before his hips stutter, thrusting all the way into you before cumming with a loud groan against your neck. you both tried to catch your breath, eddie flipped over on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily. eddie sat up against the bed and invited you into his arms, which you accepted.

“I think I need to keep you around.”

“you better.”

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Pretty Woman Attoye AU

Watched pretty woman last night and can not believe i forgot how good it is. There will be a part 2 and maybe 3. Enjoy love 🙃

NSFW MDNI 18+

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She should’ve worn stockings atleast but sneaking out of her apartment to avoid the landlord had been the only occupying her brain when she escaped down the fire escape. It was 45 degrees, windy, and not the ideal night to try and make her rent. But as always, Okoye had no choice.

“I’m fucking freezing.” She grumbled at Nakia as she shivered in her faux fur, her heeled boots shuffling along the graveled sidewalk.

“You wanted to be out here all late.” Nakia lit a cigarette with a scoff. “Not my problem.”

“But it sure is your fault. Had you not smoked our money away I wouldn’t have be here! We live in California for fuck sake so when has it ever been this cold!”

Nakia sucked her teeth, letting the cig rest between her lips as she picked at her afro. “You know you’re really uptight lately, Ko. Chill the fuck out. You’re hot as fuck and if you got rid of that tired ass dress, you’d make twice the rent in 20 minutes.”

Okoye crossed her arms over her chest, scaling a look down her attire. “Fuck is wrong with my dress?”

“Nothing…if you a 1997 hooker.” Nakia chuckled, picking at the loose fabric of the mini dress; black, lacy, and barely covering anything past her ass. “How long you had this thing huh?”

“Go to hell.” Okoye rolled her eyes and turned back to the street, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she did.

It was so grimy on the boulevard. Okoye often found herself itching to get past the streets that made up her life. Whenever she tried, there seemed to be an inevitable force that pulled her back and pushed her flat on her ass.

“I mean-“ Okoye cringed at the drunk group of boys that whistled at her as they passed. “Don’t you want to get out of here one day?”

“Here we go..” Nakia took a hit and slumped against a traffic light pole. “Get out of where Okoye!? Where would we go worth anything?!”

The woman huffed as she opened her mouth to speak again but was abruptly cut off by a roaring engine coming to a stop, right where she was standing.

She peered down at the car, pitch black and windows tinted the darkest they could go. Way too expensive a car for the person to live around here.

Tentatively, she walked up to the window, tapping on the glass softly.

It rolled down only half way, revealing a man, looking quite distressed and disheveled. In need of some help she presumed.

“You lost, baby?” Okoye softened her voice as she took her estimate of the man. He wore a suit, his hair back into a ponytail and his cologne seeping out, invading her nostrils. Obviously, he knew how to spend a dime based on the car alone. He was a goldmine.

“Uh- yeah.” The lost one tried his best to keep eye contact with Okoye as her breasts nearly spilled from her bra. “How do I get to Beverly Hills?”

“Oh I can show you. Let the window down some more.” Her red lips parted revealing the smile that seduced and tempted many before him.

“I won’t be doing that. Just point me in the right direction? My phone is dead and this gps is sending me into circles.” He huffed.

Okoye shared a glance with Nakia, who watched the interaction with a smirk on her lips.

“Fine. I’ll show you for five bucks.” She offered.

“No-“

“Price just went up to ten.” Okoye sucked her teeth and the man scoffed.

She leaned her body quite comfortably on the car, running her hand across the roof in awe as she waited his answer.

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, “20 bucks.”

Nakia let out a snicker and Okoye ducked her head to the window again. “For 20, I’ll show you step by step.”

She tugged on the passenger handle and invited herself into the vehicle where her body was enveloped in heat and she let out a soft moan, barely noticeable to the man beside her.

“Here.” He pulled a 20 out of his pocket and Okoye made a show of stuffing it into her bra, adjusting her cleavage extensively.

“Turn right on this corner.”

Okoye reached to rest her hand on the nape of his neck but he flinched away rather harshly. Sensitive much, she thought.

“Look I really just need directions.”

“And I’m giving them to you. Besides, you haven’t paid me nearly enough to really get up to something. Make a left here.”

He was tan, strong features and a hint of stubble growing on his chin. The look of concentration on his face made her gush with arousal. Fuck rent, she’d let him hit for free.

The way he shifted in the chair, squaring his shoulders and adjusting his position at least every 30 seconds. His head grazed the ceiling of the vehicle, roughing up his ponytail just a bit.

“This isn’t your car.” Okoye chuckled at how uncomfortable he seemed in it. His brows furrowed as he glanced at her.

“No. It’s not. It’s a friend’s.”

“You still rich like him though?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really are all about the money huh?”

“You come from where I do and you gotta be.”

A moment of silence as he recognized the gap between them. Here he was, waltzing out of his own party, pissy about a breakup and she was fighting for her life on the streets, selling her body just to live.

“What’s your name?” He asked curiously, his thighs flexing when she grazed her nails over the one closest to her, teasing.

“What do you want it to be?” She smirked.

“Seriously?”

“Well if you’re not gonna fuck me, I could at least have some fun right?”

He approached a red light, taking the idle state of the car to give her a disbelieving look. Okoye sucked her teeth, removing her hand from his space again.

“Ko-ko.”

“No. Its not.” He squinted his eyes as the light changed.

“How you gonna tell me what my name is?” She grew rather irritated of his arrogance.

“What’s the name on your lease, your fucking taxes? What’s the name your parents called you growing up?”

“Bold of you to assume I have parents anymore.”

Another awkward wedge between them and a tense silence as she told him to turn again.

Okoye chewed on her lip as the neighborhood got nicer and the people walking the streets started to reduce. It never really occurred to her that rich people preferred the daytime. “Okoye. You?”

“Attuma.”

“Where the hell does that come from?”

“Don’t know. I don’t think it fits me anyway.”

The car squealed to a stop in front of the hotel he stayed. Shifting the gear in park with a soft sigh, he looked her over. Her legs were crossed as her foot tapped nervously against the floor.

“You’ll be okay?”

“Mhmm.” She spared him a small smile.

“Catch a taxi back to your place?”

“Well, back to the corner at least. You only gave me 20 bucks after all.” She opened her door, stepping out into the cool air again with a groan.

A bittersweet departure it would be and she would only get away with enough money to catch a ride back to the gutter. She almost felt pitiful.

Attuma stepped out of the car as well, a valet eagerly grabbing the keys from his hands.

“How much do you make a night? On average.” He prompted

“100 an hour..” Okoye shrugged, taking her phone out of her pocket.

Attuma couldn’t believe the wave of sympathy that came over him. God, just look at her. Skimpy thin material barely covering the expanse of her legs, her boots worn down and she was still shivering in her excuse for a coat.

“How much for you to stay the whole night…in the hotel?”

“With you? Yeah right. I think I’ll save myself the humiliation.” She scoffed, turning her attention back to her device. Maybe she could walk.

“We can go through the back?”

“Even worse.” Okoye scoffed, sending a quick text to Nakia and letting her know there will be updates. “400 dollars the whole night. You give me that coat to wear so the fact that I’m a whore won’t be obvious.”

With a nod, Attuma shrugged his coat off, draping it over her shoulders. She slid her arms through and tied it to her waist, snickering at how large it was compared to her.

“You are quite the man, Attuma.”

“You have no idea.”

———

His room, the penthouse, was unlike anything she had seen before. It was clean, there was room to breathe. Most of all it was huge and easily costed more than she could dream.

Attuma watched as she explored every inch of the room, laughing as she insisted on inspecting the corners for rat holes just so she could point out a flaw.

“Champagne?” He held up the bottle of bubbly liquid and a bowl of strawberries.

“Allergic to strawberries, don’t drink on the job.”

“You’re not on the job yet.” Attuma popped the bottle anyway, dumping the bowl of strawberries to the trash. He filled two glasses as she shedded her shoes and coat, just left in her dress hiking up her thighs as she sat on the bed, legs crossed.

“Here.” He handed her a glass. She took it cautiously, inspecting the liquid with a keen eye.

Attuma sipped at his glass and Okoye sat with hers.

“I appreciate this whole seduction thing you got going on but trust me, you put that money right between my tits and I’m a sure thing. What size condom you wear?”

Attuma couldn’t help but laugh as he set his glass down. He tugged at his ponytail, finally letting his hair free to fall where it felt. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket, not breaking the eye contact with the Okoye.

“How about we talk a little bit more?” He popped the buttons to his sleeves, rolling them up to his forearms.

“When do I get my money?”

“Okoye-“

“Uh Uh. You can’t do that. It ain’t right!” Okoye shot up from the bed, resting her hands to her hips.

“I have to pay you to talk to me before you try to hop on my dick?”

“Yes. You paying for the whole night and trust me Mr. man I meant the whole night. Talking and sappy shit included.”

Okoye held her hand out to him as they stood chest to chest. He smelt so good she could just melt. Attuma scoffed, picking up his jacket and going for his wallet.

He pulled out four crisp hundreds, straight out the bank. Okoye beamed, crumpling the money and stuffing it into the side of her bra.

“What do you want to know?”

“Where are you from?” He leaned forward, taking in her faint vanilla scent.

“Oh for fuck sake.” She rolled her eyes, plopping her ass back onto the bed with a bounce.

“No don’t act like that. I paid you. Talk.”

“Brooklyn.”

“How long in California?”

“Long enough. What do you do to get this rich?” Okoye fired back.

“I’m asking the questions.”

“I have a feeling you do that a lot. Stay in control. You like being in control…daddy?”

“Stop.” Attuma crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulging as he flexed them sub consciously

“Why? Is it working?”

“Okoye-“

“Quit saying my name like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m in trouble or something. You say it right or you don’t say it at all!”

Attuma took a breath. Did he have to pick up such a difficult woman. “Alright. I’m sorry. I-I just don’t do this.”

“Take directions from prostitutes and take them back to your hotel for the night.”

“Exactly.”

“There’s a first for everything. Just like this is the first time I actually want to suck a customer off and he won’t let me.”

“You really want to?”

“So badly.”

Attuma made work on his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles as his hard on peeked past his boxers.

“Well isn’t that just delicious.” She smiled and dropped to her knees, crawling up to him and gripping the length through his boxers.

“I think I hit the jackpot.” She giggled, tugging down on the elastic. “Now, don’t pull too hard on my hair.”

“Got it.”

She made quick work to cover him in her smeared lipstick and saliva as she kissed down his expanse. A moan left her lips as she captured his tip, sucking softly.

Okoye could feel his body tense when she took him deeper, nose nuzzling against his pelvis as she rested there. He hadn’t grabbed her yet, resorting to clenching his fists at his side for the moment.

“Shiiit.” He groaned as she swallowed around him, her hands resting on his thighs to ground herself.

Bobbing her head up and down, she hollowed her cheeks and stroked what she couldn’t reach. Spit dribbling down from her lips and makeup smearing his cock from tip to base.

Sloppy and wet sounds filled the hotel room as Okoye found joy in sucking him to climax

She moan softly around him sending a vibration through his bones and making his knees weak. Finally, Attuma reached for her head, forcing her down until she gagged and sputtered around him. His moan was loud and pornographic. Okoye squeezed her thighs together as another pool of arousal warmed her belly.

Never had she gotten the chance with someone so sexy let alone just as rich. It made her pussy throb with need because if his ability in bed matched his wallet, she was fucked.

“Fuuck…God where do you learn this stuff?” Attuma grunted, his grip on his head tightening with every soft whine that left her lips

Okoye focusing her attention on his tip, red and leaking with precum.

She sucked him hard as her hands covered the rest. His stomach caved in and he braced his hands on the table beside him.

“Holyyy fuuck! You gonna make me cum!” His eyes screwed shut as a vein popped from his neck.

She let him up with a pop and a smile. “Give it to me daddy..” Not a another word before he covered her face in the thick white substance. She stroked him lazily to the end, smearing his seed across her lips for a taste.

He slumped against the table as his chest heaved. Okoye giggled. “Come on, let’s get it up again.”

“No..do not touch me you demon.”

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, Mr. man.” She rose to her feet and pulled her dress off.

“Look, It’s been a while.” Attuma opened his eyes to find spots in his vision.

“How long of a while?” Okoye wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her self against him. He grunted at the contact, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Years. Alright?”

“No one to do it with?”

“No I’ve been busy.”

The woman sighed, letting him go reluctantly. He tugged his pants back up as he relished in how light he felt.

“Hm.” Okoye pulled her dress back over her body and went to retrieve her shoes.

“You can still stay the night.” He offered, letting himself plop onto the bed.

“So you can leave me horny and empty. No thanks.” She shrugged her coat back on and adjusted her hair.

“Stay Okoye! Do not walk out that door.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. Her mind was telling her to go. Take the money and get the fuck out of here right now. But the bed..had she ever slept on something so comfortable and soft?

“Let me use your tub in the morning.”

“Okay.”

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[Video ID: An Afro-Latina trans woman, Angelique Godwin, stands at a podium in front of a supportive crowd behind her. The podium has a sign on it that reads 'Equality Florida. Censorship (crossed out) Freedom!' /End ID]

Video transcript:

Let me just start by saying, hi everyone. My name is Angelique Godwin and I am a Afro-Latina trans woman (crowd cheers) not only living in Florida but leading the way for my people and my community - and not just the trans community, but every single letter in the LGBTQIA+ community.

I will not be feared out of the state (crowd member shouts 'talk about it!'). You will not make laws to remove me or my dreams because I was raised in an America that believes that freedom will ring (crowd cheers) and freedom is mine to ring. It's mine to achieve.

I was raised underneath the belief that I can be anything and anyone I choose to be, if I follow my dreams (crowd cheers). And so, when I set out as a young person raised by a 9/11 First Responder, police detective in the Bronx of New York and a teacher who worked for the Board of Education in the Bronx, New York, I was raised to believe that I truly could be anything I put my mind to (crowd cheers). And as I grew up in this state, I went to school that I paid for and I'm still paying for - (crowd laughs) to get degrees. Not one, not two, but three certifications (crowd cheers). I am an example of what happens when you have parents and people and community that believe in you. I am a Masters of Psychology earned person, educated, going for my doctorate this year (crowd cheers). I am unstoppable.

You made laws and you made bills that said that, oh, she can't get her medication. And, yeah, I lost all of my help. I lost my doctors. I lost my, my, my access to my medication. But because my community is not weak, because we don't back down, I got it all back (crowd cheers). And I went and bought my own health insurance, because y'all can't even seem to provide none for none of us. So I got health insurance that backs me in the state of Florida. That supports me.

When you guys put laws about education, I start programs. I teach for a living. You can take the books off the shelves, but you can't take the memories out of my mind (crowd cheers). You can erase me from your history books, but, baby, I still exist. I'm here and now I'm on television, baby, you can't get rid of me (crowd laughs and cheers). I'm forever. And soon enough I'll be like Cher. I'll be immortalized. You can't stop me. I'll speak at every single turn.

You made it so that now I have to stand up and fight. You attacked a group that has no ill will towards you and now we have to stand up and fight. So we're gonna fight. We're going to continue to show up. I told you last year, this wasn't the last you seen of me. Hello (crowd laughs and cheers). Last year, I was a volunteer. Now I am the TransAction Special Events Coordinator for Equality Florida. Keep making these laws and these bills and you'll see me in your Senate seats next (crowd cheers). And that is not a threat, that's a promise.

So be sure who you attack because you haven't quelled anything. You haven't stopped us, you've ignited the fire. You've become gasoline. And, baby, we are going to burn like the books and the bras of the past. We will stand on things. I'm going to sit on these subjects like Rosa Parks sat on the bus. Because my dreams will come true, like Dr. Martin Luther King, and I will continue to walk the road, like Ruby Bridges alone, and you can throw your words but they will never break me. You can throw your bricks but they can never hurt me. I will stand and exist for those who cannot. For all of my brothers and sisters and theys and thems who left and can't stay here, I will always be here. And even when you stop doing what you're doing, I will continue to move forward because that is what I do. And now you have met just one, and I'm going to inspire generations, because I already have. Look at the room, read the room, baby (crowd cheers).

And I am, just so you know, and your parents will know, and your children's children will know, I am one of the people who brought all of those drag queens to this rotunda (crowd cheers). And I was here last year with all of those children who came when you came for their rights. It will never stop. It will continue. We will not let these rooms be empty. Even when you plan your sessions around it and try to get them done without us (has mild vocal trouble and grimaces slightly)- without us, sorry - I will show up. I will be here. I look forward to seeing you all throughout the rest of the sessions. Get used to it because I'm pretty and I look good all the time (crowd cheers). My development as a trans woman has been amazing, and I promise you, my body is real, my face is mine, baby. The makeup game, I've been slaying it for 19 years. I'm older than I look but my skin looks better than yours because I know how to take care of it. If you want help, call me (crowd cheers).

I'm mad. I'm done. I'm done playing safe with you guys. I'm done being that person that you think you can walk over. My community, we are not going to be the backs on which you stand on. We're not that community anymore - slavery is over. We won't live in closets anymore. Closets are done. They're removed. It's open spaces.

This is a world where we're supposed to be free. You call yourself a free state, but you take away freedoms and rights. No more. We stand here. We are not going anywhere. So get comfortable, because we are. And we're here (crowd cheers). Thank you. Source