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thevirtualvalentine · 5 months ago

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— ☁︎ AKATSUKI REACTION TO YOUR ‘AKATSUKI THEMED’ BONNET :

content warnings: fluff, kinky/curly haired!reader, established relationships, crack but written in character(ish), hidan being hidan, dreadhead!tobi, they love you and your natural hair. 🖤

authors note: extremely self indulgent headcannons I’ve been sitting on because I think this would be hilarious.

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

Deidara takes exceptionally good care of his hair, it’s something the two of you bonded over together in the hideout. He watches you do your wash days and then lets you slink into his room after to hangout, but today you got a new bonnet.

“Now that is a work of art,” he laughs watching you make your way to the bed. Usually, your bonnets are in one solid color but today… it’s black with red clouds, like his cloak. “Where’d you get a thing like that.”

Obviously, he had to get one himself so that you can match. “Baby, don’t gatekeep,” he begged and pleaded. On the upside, his hair is softer and silkier than ever and you’re beginning to envy his inches of 613 hair.

HIDAN

Hidan, bless his heart, does not understand hair care. When you first started seeing each other he did not know what a bonnet was for. But, once he learned he started buying you ones that he thought were cute. Pink ones, purple ones, ones with ties so you could make a bow.

“I ain’t ever seen no akatsuki bonnet,” he remarks watching you strut around the living room in your new item. “It’s cute bunny, real cute.” He can’t explain it, but this strokes his pride 10 fold seeing you in his paraphernalia. Safe to say this one became his favorite.

He did, however, also have one special made with Lord Jashins symbols too.

ITACHI

Itachi is a kind lover, therefore he does most of your hair care for you. Since being with him, wash day have never been a hassle. Braid outs, wash n go’s, cornrows galore that boy knows what to do.

That’s why when you’ve come to bed tonight you decide to surprise him. “What’d ya think?” You say while scooting closer to your lover under the covers. He’s also freshly showered, skin still damp as he lazily props himself up with an arm.

He toys with the elastic by dragging his finger along the perimeter, his sultry eyelashes batting as he looks you over. “I like it,” And he means it, but he already knows he’s going to get you one with the Uchiha insignia instead.

KONAN

Similarly to Itachi, Konan knows what the fucks going on. Queen of detangles and leave in conditioners, she gets you right and takes pride in being helpful to you. So, you thought you’d pay your girlfriend back with an homage to her organization that seemingly has profound meaning to her.

It’s late and you know she’s a bit stressed as of recent, so as you both get ready for bed in your shared bathroom you put on your new bonnet. She almost chokes on her toothbrush in shock!

“Oh baby I love it! Where did you even get something like that. It suits you so well,” she dotes with toothpaste still on the sides of her mouth. It puts a smile on her face whenever you wear it.

KAKUZU

The truest idgaf-er, says not a lick the day you wear it around him. Honestly he doesn’t know how feels about it, a stupid investment really. That you’d spend, most likely, his money on a such a trivial thing [eyeroll emoji].

Whatever. It’s.. nice. But, don’t expect him to compliment you. “Kakuzu, you haven’t said anything bout my new bonnet,” you pout while trying to curl up next to him like a cat on the sofa.

He pauses trying to find his words, “you look like a walking target.” When he sees the expression of joy fall from your face he knows he messed up. “But it’s a sweet gesture, little one.” He slots his arm on your waist rubbing the expanse of your smooth skin with his rough hand. It makes you heat up a bit. He’s a sweetie when he wants to be.

SASORI

Your boyfriend is annoying, but you happen to like him like that. The times when he is out of Hiruko in the safety of the compound, he likes to touch you even if he can’t feel it. He’s possessive over you, he knows how beautiful you are, your hair being only the crown of your beauty. He’ll curl strands of it around his wooden fingers as you talk — he isn’t the biggest help to maintaining it, wood body and all — more-so an appreciator of the art that is you.

You decide that you’ll annoy him back, buying a bonnet that matches his robe for work. “Are you serious? I wanted to play with your hair but you come in with that,” he pinches the veneer of his nose bridge in an exaggerated sigh. “You’re ridiculous. Come here, now.”

Sasori may act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s clear from the way he smirks as you lounge with him that he is a fan. “Such novelty,” he says while planting kisses on your forehead.

TOBI

Babe, he already had one. “Does that mean you wanted to match with lil ol’ me!!” He jumps around your shared room popping in and out of reality as you chase him around. What started as a coalition of curly heads in the akatsuki has blossomed into a fruitful relationship between you and he.

“Tobi you big jerk! I wanted to surprise you,” he looks utterly ridiculous in a matching robe and bonnet right now. You’re unable to catch him from how hard you’re laughing at him while he taunts you. Once you finally get your hands on the slippery bastard, it’s time for a wash day (together of course).

“How’d you even get this Tobi, I had to get mines special made,” you say as you scrub his scalp of any buildup with your nails. “A magician never reveals his secrets y/n-chan~~” he winks in your direction.

“Shut up or I’m charging you for a retwist.” He was quickly silenced.

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its-all-stardust · 9 months ago

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Sugar || 6

Masterlist || Part Five || Part Seven

Steven Grant/Sugar Mommy!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Series Summary: You meet Steven in a museum gift shop and feel an instant connection. Before you walk out the door you decide, perhaps against your better judgment, that you need him to be your sugar baby. Now you just need him to let you treat him right.

Notes: Reader is mentioned to have hair in this chapter and wears a bonnet to sleep at night. It's also alluded to that the reader doesn't have a close relationship with her mother, though the specifics aren't mentioned and at this point are open to interpretation.

“Have you ever been on a plane before?” you ask, noticing Steven’s hesitancy that’s been hanging around since the two of you stepped into the airport.

“I haven’t, no,” he says, fiddling with the strap of his backpack sitting at his feet. The two of you are currently waiting for the plane to arrive.

Steven finally managed to wrangle Donna into approving enough time off that you could take him on a small vacation. Until now, it had never occurred to you that he might not like flying. You’re so used to it, never batting an eye when you need to fly somewhere. Nowadays, it’s become such a regular form of travel for you, it’s no different from taking a car.

You take Steven’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “Will you be okay? I can get medicine if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’ll be fine,” Steven assures you, squeezing your hand. “You said it’s a short flight?”

“A little over an hour,” you say, kissing his cheek. “Not long at all. And then we get to spend the next few days relaxing.”

You picked a place in Germany. Nothing too flashy for a first outing despite the casino located there. That doesn’t seem quite like Steven’s style, though, and it’s not yours for that matter. You have better ways of making money than gambling. Personally, you’re looking forward to the thermal baths. You hope they’re not too crowded.

Steven told you a few weeks ago that he spoke French. It happened while dining at a lavish restaurant. You had asked if he needed help with the menu since nothing was named in English, but he was the one who eventually ordered for you both, wanting to show off. The whole thing made you consider France for your first vacation spot, but, to be honest, Germany interested you much more.

You had to force yourself to stop thinking about Steven speaking French to you the whole trip.

“Where is everyone else, anyway?” Steven asks. The two of you are in a private lounge large enough to hold more people, but just as you planned, you are alone.

“It’s just us. We’re flying private.” You don’t always fly alone, especially for longer flights, but you want Steven all to yourself for this trip and don’t want to worry about other people on a crowded plane.

You also want to impress him just a tad.

Steven’s eyebrows shoot up. “What, really?”

“Mhmm. And I think this is us.” You nod toward the staff member walking toward you.

“The car’s ready for you, ma’am.”

“Car?” Steven asks as you stand, shouldering your handbag.

“To take us to the jet,” you say simply. “It’ll take us out on the tarmac and right up to it.”

Steven’s speechless as the two of you are led out of the lounge and to an opened doorway, a black car waiting just outside.

Even though he’s still a little dazed, Steven rushes forward, attempting to get to the car and open the door for you, but the man who led you here beats him to it. Steven turns back to you awkwardly and, still determined to be gentlemanly, holds out his hand to help you inside.

Smiling indulgently at him, you take it before sliding onto the back seat with Steven following right after. A minute later, he helps you back out, pausing only to look up at the jet waiting for the two of you.

“It’s not too late to cancel,” you whisper to him.

“I want to do this,” he tells you firmly, though you notice the nervous bobbing of his throat. He takes the first step toward the stairs, determined to prove it to you, though when he reaches the base, he lets you go first.

Greeting the flight attendant, you make your way toward the sets of double seats in the middle of the jet. Two sets face each other with a table between them on one side of the aisle, while on the other is a small set of cabinets with a TV on top. Aiming for the seats facing the entrance and cockpit, you pause.

“Do you want the window or the aisle seat?” you ask like you’re in a normal plane and not a private jet where you both can have a window seat if you want. The thing is, you want Steven sitting next to you, so you’re more than happy to sacrifice your preference so he’s more comfortable.

“Window, please.”

After stowing your bags in the small overhead compartment, Steven slides into your chosen seats, with you following and pressing snuggly up against him. The seats aren’t so cramped that you’re forced to be that close; you just want to be.

When the jet starts to taxi along the tarmac as the pilot moves into position on the runway for takeoff, you feel Steven tense against you.

“Want me to put on a movie? Help take your mind off it?” you ask, concerned. You start rubbing a hand soothingly up and down his arm, attempting to distract him.

Steven shakes his head and keeps his eyes locked on the window.

“I think…” he starts, “it’s just because it’s new. I don’t know what to expect.” He turns away from the window to look at you. “But being with you makes it easier.”

You beam at him, your smile stretching wide across your mouth. You’re glad you can be here for him.

Steven leans forward, aiming for your lips. You close your eyes and tilt your head, waiting. As his lips brush yours, the jet starts shaking as it speeds up, about to lift into the air.

Steven gasps and falls back into his seat, pressing himself as far as he can and desperately clutching the armrest. All you can do is hold onto him and wait. But once the shaking stops a moment later, the wheels off the ground and the jet taking flight, Steven sighs, some of the tension leaving him.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he says lightly like he hasn’t been slightly panicking for hours. You smother the laugh that threatens to bubble up.

“And you’ll get used to it the more vacations we take,” you say encouragingly, relieved he seems to be settling in.

“Plan on keeping me around, then?” Steven teases.

Smiling softly, you look at him for a moment before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m keeping you for a long time.”

Some of your other babies were less than enthusiastic about your vacation destinations. They had hoped you’d take them to luxury resorts, tropical islands, maybe even on a cruise. And for a few of them, you did.

But those weren’t things you gravitated toward when you took time off. You even avoided major tourist spots because they simply didn’t appeal to you.

Why go to Paris and get pickpocketed every two seconds when trying to see the Eiffel Tower when you can go somewhere more enjoyable for you?

But then there’s Steven.

So far, he’s practically in love with the town in Germany that many one-time travelers would never think to visit. He certainly seems to be enjoying it far more than your other babies would have. He stares in wide-eyed wonder at everything, even the hotel the two of you are staying in.

Upon first glance, the exterior is reminiscent of a more modern castle. Further inspection turns the sides into a vast amount of awning-covered windows leading to the various rooms. Even still, the sheer size of the place is impressive, especially so to someone who’s never had the chance to stay anywhere like it.

The room you booked even draws a breathless “This is bigger than my whole flat” from Steven. You try to tell him the terrace of your chosen penthouse suite shouldn’t count because it’s outside, but he only gives you an obstinate look.

The suite is decorated beautifully with paintings, brightly colored walls, and elegant wood-trimmed furniture, giving it a more thoughtful feel than the stark black and chrome modern style of so many other places.

You don’t stay in the room for long, though. A quick in and out to drop off luggage, freshen up, and switch into walking shoes. You like to keep activities light on travel days, so you don’t have anything overly taxing in mind.

After grabbing something light to eat at the on-site restaurant, you take Steven on a stroll through the lush park next to the hotel. In certain circumstances—and terrain—hiking isn’t your favorite, but walking through a beautifully designed park with a vast variety of flora, a quaint stream, and leisurely paths is right up your alley.

Steven enjoys it as well, the rough start to the day entirely forgotten.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place so beautiful,” he comments, gazing around at the trees surrounding the path you stopped on. You’re sitting on a bench, enjoying the shade for a moment, admiring Steven as he enthusiastically holds out his phone, taking a million pictures of the various kinds of trees filling the park.

“I can’t wait to take you to some of the other places I have in mind. Then you can rank them all.”

Steven turns to you, nervously licking his lips. “Would you mind if I picked a place someday?”

You lean over to kiss his cheek. “I’ll take you anywhere you want, baby.”

“Anywhere?” Exciting starts shining in his eyes.

“Well, if you ask to see the Titanic, I’m saying ‘no’ immediately,” you tease, making Steven laugh and lean into you. “Take a picture of us?”

He dutifully holds out his phone, wrapping his free arm around your shoulder and snapping a couple of pictures, making sure to capture the trees and flowers behind you.

You admire it when Steven shows it to you, memorizing his features even now, and remind yourself to save it with the others when he sends it to you.

A while later, after having your fill of the park, you and Steven start the trek back to the hotel. Your hand is tucked into the crook of Steven’s elbow, and you’re suddenly dragged to a stop a few blocks from your destination.

You let out a gasp, startled, and look at Steven.

He’s staring off toward one of the stores lining the street, and when you see what it is, you give a dramatic roll of your eyes.

“Of course you want to go to a bookshop while on vacation.” You’ve yet to visit his flat—and have yet to talk him into someplace bigger—but he’s admitted to you the place is covered in books. A habit further funded by you, based on the credit card alerts you get every time Steven buys an expensive edition of some out-of-print tome.

“Can we go in?” Steven pleads.

“Can you even read German?” you ask, already tugging him toward the shop.

“I can learn,” he assures, practically racing you toward the door now.

The next hour is spent watching Steven flit between the shelves, different books catching his eye before he even finishes looking at the first.

You do some browsing of your own, picking up only one book as a souvenir, but mostly, you watch your baby have the time of his life.

“Love, look!” Steven calls, referring to you with the pet name that is decidedly more appropriate to use in public than the mummy that comes out for special occasions.

Meeting halfway between the shelf you were browsing and his, Steven thrusts a book toward you. You glance at the German on the cover before your eye catches on what clearly caught his attention: hieroglyphics.

If you’re being honest, you didn’t think a book about Ancient Egypt would be found in the touristy section of a German town, but you’re excited for your baby nonetheless.

“Steven, that’s great! Is this a new one for you?”

“I don’t recognize the author’s name, so I think so.” He flips the book back around, examining the cover again. “Can I get it?” he asks, bright eyes now searching yours.

“Just that one,” you start as you glance toward the stack tucked under his arm, “or those ones, too?”

Steven doesn’t miss a beat before excitedly saying, “All of them, please.”

You smile at him and kiss his cheek. He’s come a long way since your relationship first started. He still hesitates over some things, but you’re slowly chipping away at him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“Thank you,” Steven says softly as you lead him toward the register.

What’s left of the day is spent relaxing. First, on the terrace overlooking the park you and Steven visited. Then a private dinner, also you enjoyed on the terrace, making the most of the beautiful weather. Finally, the living room as the sun began to set.

“Do you always get tired when you travel?” Steven asks from his spot, curled up against your side on the couch. “Because I’m exhausted.” He lets out a dramatic yawn to prove his point to you.

“Must have been all that walking,” you say, running your fingers through his hair, something you do whenever you get the chance. “Your nerves this morning probably didn’t help.”

“True,” he agrees. He rubs his face against you and closes his eyes as if preparing to go to sleep. “I’m much better now, though.”

You let out a pleased hum. “What do you think about a couple’s spa day tomorrow?” You don’t have a set itinerary, though there are a couple of things you want to do while you’re here. The spa is one of them, especially the one that includes the fancy thermal baths.

Steven mumbles something, and you hear his breathing start to slow. He really is going to fall asleep. But as much as you love the idea of him using you as a pillow, your current position isn’t comfortable enough to spend the night. Not to mention, you still need to do your nighttime routine.

“Baby?” you say, nudging Steven gently. “You want to go to bed?”

“No.” It’s said so quietly, but there’s no mistaking it, and you can’t help but let out a laugh that shakes your body just enough for Steven’s eyes to shoot open, startled.

“Sorry!” he says, sitting up. His hair is terribly mussed, and there’s a flush to his cheeks. You feel your heart skip a beat. “It is getting late, isn’t it?” he says, trying to brush off what just happened. Then Steven glances at the decorative yet functional clock on the wall.

“Oh, bugger,” he says under his breath as he starts patting himself down and looking around the room.

“Lost something?” you ask, curious.

“My phone. Have you seen it?”

“Your room, maybe?” Steven starts toward it when you call after him. “What do you need it for?”

“Was going to call my mum,” Steven calls back to you, a little muffled by the distance and walls of his bedroom. He lets out a triumphant sound. “Found it!”

Steven’s mentioned in the past that he often talks with his mother, but you’ve never been around for an actual phone call before.

“Do you call your mom every day?” you ask when he returns to the living room, returning to his spot on the couch.

Steven stiffens. “Well…not every day… Just most days,” he finishes quietly, his face even more flushed than before. He doesn’t look at you as he slowly taps his phone screen.

You can guess why he’s suddenly more subdued.

“I think that’s sweet,” you say softly. “You must really love her.”

You’re a little jealous. Not of his mother, but of the fact he has one around to love and who must surely love him in return.

Steven easily meets your eye. “I do. She’s my mum, how could I not?” He bites his lip, still looking at you as he thinks something over. “Maybe you could…meet her…one day. If you want, that is. No pressure or anything.”

You open your mouth to answer, but Steven keeps going.

“Actually, know what? Never mind, that’s silly. I shouldn’t have—”

“Steven!” you exclaim as you lean forward to press a hand against his mouth, his lips awkwardly twisted mid-word under your palm. With Steven finally silenced, you say, “I’d love to meet your mother. If that’s what you want.”

You try not to think about how that isn’t normal: you meeting a baby’s family. A baby might talk about their family, but none of them have asked if you wanted to meet them and meld two different parts of their lives. It falls outside the bounds of a typical sugar mommy/baby relationship.

You’re not dating your babies, not really. Sure, you have fun with them—take care of them, kiss them, sleep with them—but at the end of the day, you’re paying them for their time and companionship.

It’s sex work, not a romantic partnership.

It should scare you that Steven wants to introduce you to his mother, of all people—arguably the most important person in his life. It’s a red flag, at the very least. For Steven, the lines between what your relationship is and isn’t is starting to blur.

“Really?” Steven asks disbelievingly when your hand falls from his face.

And maybe they’re starting to blur for you, too, because you say, “Yes, really.”

If only you could take a picture of the smile on his face at your words. You swear it’s the brightest you’ve ever seen.

Before you realize what’s happening, Steven’s hands are on your face, pulling you toward him. His lips crash into yours as you practically fall into his lap. In his excitement, the kiss lands awkwardly, reminiscent of the very first one the two of you shared.

Your hands scramble to find purchase, trying to save yourself from falling on Steven. One hand slots against his hip, but the other unfortunately lands right on Steven’s stomach, punching the air out of him and making him yelp.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, immediately crawling off him.

“It’s my fault,” Steven quickly says. “I just got a little…”

“Excited?” You can’t help but give a playful smirk, sending another flush across his cheeks.

“A bit, yeah,” he laughs. Once the two of you are settled back onto the couch, he asks, “Do you…want to sit in on my phone call? Give it a test run?”

The call with his mom. The person he wants to introduce you to, like showing off your sugar mommy to your actual mom is something people do on the regular.

But still, you say, “I’d love to. But don’t feel like you have to just because I’m here.” You can think about what this all means later, after the vacation. For now, you’ll enjoy spending time with Steven as he shares this piece of himself with you.

“I want you here,” Steven says without looking up from his phone, already pressing the button to call his mom.

“Voicemail,” he announces, sounding disappointed. He puts the phone on speaker anyway. “She travels a lot, so I shouldn’t be surprised that she doesn’t answer all my calls.”

You notice the message is just the default one, not even giving his mother’s name. Odd, but maybe she doesn’t know how to add it. Or maybe she just doesn’t care.

“Hello, mum!” Steven says brightly once the recording starts. “I’m here with my friend.” He says your name and motions for you to speak.

Unsure what to say, you end up repeating, “Hello, mum!”

It’s awkward, and you mentally kick yourself for letting that slip out—she’s certainly not your mother—but Steven only smiles.

“You won’t believe this town she’s taken me to in Germany. Have you ever been?”

You haven’t been in bed for long when you hear your door creak open. Looking over, you see someone hovering in the doorway.

“Steven?” you call, confused.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” he asks, stepping just a foot inside the room. He’s in his pajamas—a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

“It’s fine. I haven’t even gotten the chance to fall asleep yet. Is something wrong?” You sit up, squinting at him in the dark. The only light streams through the windows from the full moon outside.

“Can I…sleep in here? With you?” He’s hesitant, and his shoulders are tense. Already prepared for rejection, yet persisting despite it.

Your heart starts beating a little faster. You’ve been together for a while now, but Steven has always slept in his bed whenever he stayed at your apartment. The most you’ve ever done is take cat naps curled up together on the couch.

While you’re sure Steven doesn’t intend on anything beyond actual sleeping, this is still new territory for the two of you.

“Of course you can, baby,” you say, perhaps sounding a little too eager as you flip the sheets open on the empty side of the bed.

When you look up, Steven is already at the side of the bed, ready to climb in. As you both settle in, facing each other, you’re tempted to ask what prompted this sudden desire to share a bed with you, but you hold off for now. You can ask in the morning.

“Your bonnet is nice,” Steven says softly as he looks you over. The pattern is nothing fancy, simply various leaves rendered in watercolor and printed onto the silk.

“Oh, thank you,” you laugh a little. He’s never seen you in it before. You only put it on when you’re in bed and take it off before you leave your bedroom when he’s over. “I’ll get you a matching one if you’d like.”

“You think it would suit me?” he asks, a playful smile on his face.

“I do. It might also help with your bedhead in the morning.” Steven’s curls are always a sight first thing in the morning before he gets ready for the day.

Steven laughs. “You’ll have to tell me why it’s such a good idea tomorrow, and I’ll think about it.”

Then, his hand moves around under the sheets. You’re confused, unsure of what he’s trying to do, until his hand bumps into yours.

Understanding now, you move your hand so he can hold it more easily.

“Night, love,” Steven sighs, closing his eyes, a small, lingering smile still on his face.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

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notapradagurl7 · 3 months ago

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Close To You.

Black Fem! Reader x Mother's Milk from The Boys.

Summary: You were great friends with Marvin, he usually would come over to your house really late at night to spend time with you. He wanted to confide in you about everything happening in his life.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @westside-rot @browngirldominion @judymfmoody @ms-angiealsina @avoidthings @slippinninque @life-in-the-slut-house @planetblaque @keyera-jackson

Warnings: PWP, mention of panic attacks, praise, dirty talk, divorced Marvin, confession, nipple play, a little teasing, mention of anxiety, gentle yet subtle rough sex, biting, profanity, spanking. Unprotected sex,(wrap it up)

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It was late at night while you were sitting on your couch, watching a Lifetime movies marathon which featured black love movies. The sound of your phone ringing startled you, you reached for your remote to pause the TV. Heart pounding, you went to the door cautiously, peeking through the peephole. You grabbed your bat from the closet.

You held the phone to your ear, “Hello? Marv?” You spoke up softly, hoping that it was him.

You heard him lightly chuckle and smile through the phone, he liked the little nickname you called, “What’s up Y/N? Are you home? I missed you,”

It was Marvin, what the hell was he doing calling you at this time of night?

You held your face close to your phone, smiling and nodding as if he could see you. “Yes, I’m home, are you okay?” You asked him, pursing your lips a bit in nervous.

“Good to hear, because I really need to talk to you, it’s been a whole week since we’ve last seen each other,” Marvin’s voice was low but clear through the door.

He was right though, you worked at your job while he did his duties and time just slipped away from both of you. Still, his voice had a calming effect, easing your anxiety bit by bit.

“Y-Yeah it has, and I missed you too Marvin, you know that you can always come over.” You said in a happily tone, biting down on your lips.

“I’ll be on my way over there,”

You bid him a farewell and he did the same, his voice was slightly raspy and rough. Your legs closed immediately from the sound. You hung up the phone, this was going a good Saturday night.

You had almost forgotten that he lived across from your house in this small neighborhood, it was quiet and safe just the way you liked it.

Your hand scratched your green bonnet off your box braids and threw it into your bedroom, quickly looking in the mirror and you were dressed in a tank top and some black basketball shorts even though you didn’t play the sport.

You still looked good regardless, with your curvy body and deep brown skin, brown eyes. Good thing you had a protective hairstyle so you didn’t have to worry about your hair too much. You took a deep breath, straightened your tank top, and opened the door.

With your amazing personality and pretty face. You couldn’t be nervous about him but you were. He was a handsome man with a past of hardships, standing there with an earnest expression that made your heart flutter. Your past had the same too.

What you’ve been told purportedly from your mutual friends, you both carried burdens that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You rushed to the front door and hang up the phone, “I’m coming!” You replied quickly.

The night was crisp and warm, perfect for staying in but you had an urge to touch yourself, when Marvin showed up on your television screen when the news mentioned The Boys.

It wasn’t a secret that you deplore of Marvin’s job in Vought International, but you understood why he worked there. It was dangerous yet you knew that he can handle himself, but you worried about him.

The doorbell rang, you peeked through the peephole, smiling at the sight of him.

“Can I come in?” Marvin asked, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as you opened the door.

You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. "Of course, come on in," you said, trying to calm your racing heart.

After closing and locking the door behind him, you trailed behind him and the two of you seated yourselves on the couch, his eyes wandered around the living room, feeling a sense of relief to be here with you.

Your house to Marvin was a safe haven, an escape from the craziness he dealt with daily. It was the same for you too from your job as an assistant for a high-profile law firm in the city.

The constant chaos and stress washed away, if only for a moment, when you were together.

“Marv? Are you alright? You’ve been silent since you walked in," you asked softly, placing your hand gently on his knee.

You wondered what was on his mind this time? Running behind Butcher? Dealing with Homelander's latest disaster?

“We don’t have to talk about work, you know," you continued, sensing his hesitance.

Marvin cleared his throat and turned to you, his eyes reflecting a sense of weariness mixed with gratitude. "It's just... I’ve been thinking about you ever since and I want to hear you talk instead of me, talking your ear off..” He paused,

He then managed a small smile. “Tell me about your day, your week.”

You couldn't quite read his expression, but the tension in his shoulders was evident.

“Well..when I arrived home, I made lasagna for dinner, hoping you’d like them. The recipe’s from my mom; she swears by it.” You smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

“She says it’s guaranteed to make anyone feel better.”

Marvin lightly chuckled, his thumb swiped over his thick beard and smiled again, your brown eyes snaked across his board shoulders and gold chain around his neck, tawny skin. You could’ve sworn that his muscles would tore up his black tee graphic shirt with A Tribe Called Quest on it, black sweatpants and shoes.

You needed to relax and take a woosah every now and then when you thought about him.

“It’s a been a while since I’ve had your mama’s lasagna. How has she been?" He took a deep breath, his eyes softening. Standing up from the couch as you did the same.

“She’s been good, talking about the usual, life, job and

Marvin was sweet, funny, and protective to you that you appreciated. For instance, there was the time when he drove across town in the middle of the night just to bring your favorite dessert after you had a rough day.

He followed you towards the kitchen with a hint of anticipation in his steps. The comforting aroma of the lasagna filled the air, leading him to the source. You pulled out the pan from the oven with brown mittens, revealing the bubbling, golden-brown cheese on top.

You settled it down on the stove with Marvin helping you set the table. The kitchen light cast a warm glow over the room, creating a cozy ambiance.

“Let me help you out, you don’t need to be doing everything by yourself,” he insisted, grabbing plates from the cabinet.

He was so gallantly himself, it gave you butterflies.

Marvin pulled out a chair for you, while he grabbed paper plates and placed plastic plate covers underneath them, settling it down where you sitting and across from you where he was sitting, placing the silverware and cups near the plates.

After that kind gesture, he sat across from you and held your hand, looking into your eyes “Thank you for inviting me into your home..” Marvin smiled softly, as if communicating a thousand words with that simple gesture.

Marvin even washed the dishes for you, was he sent from the heavens? You had a strong belief that black angels existed. He must have been one of them.

“No problem, but why are you really here?”

“I missed my friend, that’s why.”

Was it right for you ask that question? Did he like you back? You had to know but was it the right time?

Friend, that word almost hurt you, you sighed lowly and turned back to him. You heard about the death of his wife, Your eyes softened while his brows furrowed at you, his face was confused.

You had to tell him that you liked him, don’t beat around the bush. Just say it.

“M-Marvin, I’ve been mustering up the courage to tell you that I like you,”

Marvin’s smile curled up for a moment and reached out, gently cupped your face. His thumb swiped over your cheek, “I like you too, I always have,

The two of stood up from the chair and kissed passionately, pressed his lips against yours, a soft and tender kiss that spoke louder than words, the scent of his cologne and taste of beer on tongue.

Moving toward the couch, you slid off your tank top and shorts, while he easily slipped off his tee shirt and sweatpants, revealing his thick, long dick. Making you drool and his thumb wiped it away from the corner of your lips.

“You ready?”

“Yes, i am..”

He gently grabbed your hand and gripped your hips, lifting you up. You exhaled deeply, relaxing the tension in your body. Settling you down on his dick as gently as possible, he carefully watched your face twisted up in pleasure.

You moaned softly as he entered you, the feeling of him filling you up sending waves of pleasure through your body. “You good, babygirl?” He groaned, stopping immediately, “y-yes, don’t stop.”

Marvin's movements were slow and deliberate, his hands caressing the small of your back as he moved in and out of you. His smirk etched on his face, watching his dick disappear, “Damn, you take it so well..”

His lips found your nipple again, kissing your areola deeply as he set a steady pace. “Fuck..” you moaned again, The room was filled with the sound of your gasps and his groans, the tension between you two palpable and electric. His teeth trapped between your nipple

Your hips moved willingly at a faster pace to match with his, your essence pooled his dick perfectly, pleasure washed over you again and again, fucking you into a climax, his dick stretched your walls out and you gripped around him. He groaned and moaned into your ear.

Marvin's thrusts became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening. “Right there..” you gasped loudly, your nails left welts on his tawny brown skin, his rumbling made your clit swell, You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

“You’re so beautiful..” he moaned raspily, his fingers pinched your nipples. Whining from it as he resumed his thrust, his freehand spanked your ass and you cried out.

You felt your stomach tightened and you came undone, crying out in ecstasy as the pleasure washed over you. “Ohmyfuckkkk!” You screamed out, your body shaking against his buff body, he cradled you as if you were break. Kissing every part of your body gently.

He gently lifted off of his dick, Marvin collapsed against you, his head resting on your chest as you both caught your breath.

After a moment of silence, Marvin lifted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I’m all yours, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled, running your fingers through his beard. "Yes, you are Marv. Yes, you are."

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#black!reader #black fanfiction #the boys x black reader #the boys amazon #mother’s milk #mother’s milk x black reader #the boys fic

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klipkillakai · 11 months ago

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imagine~

18+ minor dni! ageless accounts will be blocked with a quickness 🩷🪽

smut/black!fem reader/ plug!könig/ pnv nd some other stuff but nun too crazy

okay but imagine..

your on your phone scrolling through insta and you get a text from your plug

-kö 🌀❕

-ma i got some new stuff i think you’ll like want me to pull up?

‘you softly smile at the next nd think about it, and realize you running low so you reply’

-yea, pull up

-bet, i’m getting gas rq u want sumn?

-yea get me the purple skittles 😌

-aii

‘you click out the messages and get up, quickly washing your face and going to your vanity to do a lil makeup, it’s not cause you like him or nun (🤭) it’s cause you wanna look.. presentable’ (riiight)—

‘while your putting on your lipgloss you get a text “i’m outside” and you hop up and put on your cute pink slippers and not even bothering to take your bonnet off because it looks cute anyway, you grab your water bottle and you walk out your apartment and out to the parking lot and you see könig’s matte black hellcat parked, you walk up nd tap on the window and he unlocks the door and you slip in’

“hey” you smile softly

“hey mama” he says in a soft raspy voice and he looks up from his phone lazily throwing it in the cupholder and looking at you and your belly tingles when he looks at you with those tired eyes, he reaches in the back and grabs a bag will all the stuff in it and he opens it and you take it upon yourself to connect your phone to the bluetooth and play some music, brent fiyaz to be exact (🤭)

“aii so i got some new cart flavors for you, nd these new edibles i think you’ll like”

“ooh show me the cart, my shit has been tweaking lately”

he hands it to you and it’s a pink bat wit hello kitty printed all over it like stickers and a fresh new cart already loaded up— he clears his throat a bit

“i know you like that hello kitty shit” he says nonchalantly but inside he feels all warmed up nd shit because of that pretty smile on your face

“aww this is so cute.. thank you kö” you lean towards him a press a small kiss to his cheek, something you always do, könig always looks out for you so it’s a way to show your appreciation— once you pull away you and könig have a moment when you both stare into each other eyes and you watch as his eyes lowers to your lips for a second before snapping back up to your eyes, könig slightly leans in before licking his lips and pulling away— “let’s smoke a lil bit”

“mhm” you hum, trying not to show that you definitely wanted him to kiss you, but your deciding to chill a bit, play it cool..

a little while late you and him are smacked and y’all are jus talking and listening to the music, jus like you always do, but today something up his lowered red eyes is driving you crazy, and the lazy slumped smile on his lips is making you wanna crawl over the seat and do sumn—

“i can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend y/n”

“why? i mean like in highschool i was a little awkward” you say slightly embrassed, he rolls his eyes a bit

“nah i would’ve fucked wit you” you smack your teeth

“why you lying.. i hate when people lie” you say referencing rollie and slightly laughing at that

“nah i swear” “he says moving a lil closer to you with a slight smile on his face”

“it’s those eyes mama, you got pretty eyes” he whispers as he leans in even more and so do you

“yea?” you whisper “yea” he whispers back before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, pausing and kissing you again, longer this time, is hand grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply, your breathing gets a bit heavier and he softly bites your lip pulling away for a sec “so fucking pretty baby” and kissing you again—

the rnb melodie’s playing in the background setting the mood and the soft rain hitting the car, he slides his other hand down to your waist and pulls you over the console and sets you in his lap, he sits up a bit and grabs your waist with both hands as he kisses down your jaw, groaning at your sweet smell and shuddering when he feels your hands slip up into his hair at the nape of his neck and scratching softly with your acrylics—

you let out a soft moan and you feel his tongue run over the spot he was sucking on before he pulls back a bit and unzips your pink sweater— “i’ve wanted to do this for so long baby” he kisses your chest right above your pretty nipples “i think about you all the time pretty girl, your pretty fucking smile” he sucks on your nipple— “these pretty titties” he says slightly muffled and continues to suck and tease them and all you can do is whimper and take it, you roll your hips and you moan when you feel his hard dick “you see what you do to me ma? huh.. it’s all for you, you know that? hm?” he says kissing you again and tugging down your shorts”

“i’m- i’m a virgin.” you say and he soft looks up at you

“we can stop anytime you want- you cut him off “but i want you to be my first” you look down at him with trust and he smiles and kisses your lips “not in here baby, ion want your first time in my car, let’s go upstairs”

you quickly get upstairs and könig picks you up and carries you to your room and he sets you down hovering over you, he goes down your body pressing soft kisses before he presses a soft kiss under your belly button, with a hello kitty charm dangling from it “i like that” he whispers and he tugged your shorts down and places your legs in his shoulders.. “so fucking wet baby, all this fa me? hm?” he presses soft sloppy kisses all over your pussy and clit, he sucks on it softly, spreading it with his two fingers and holding your thigh back with his large hand—

“k-kö fuck.. pa~ i can’t” you shudder not knowing what to say, this overstimulation is new to you and you feel the pressure building up in your stomach already, just like when you touch yourself alone

“don’t worry baby �� he whispers looking up at you as he slips two fingers into your sopping cunt and your back arches, you let out a pornographic moan and you twitch softly as his fingers begin pounding into it, it starting to feel sore you reach down and rub your clit and you bite your lip

“pa i’m gonna cum” you whine and kisses your inner thigh “you can cum baby, i wasn’t gonna let you leave with only one anyways” you moan and when the pressure reaches its peak you clench around his fingers and he groans, watching you shudder and moan as your thighs twitch, his thumb brushes over your clit and your legs shut automatically from the sensitivity and he slaps your thigh and spreads them open “nah baby, i’m not done”—

he sits up and unbuttons his jeans not even bothering to pull them all the way off and reaches behind him and tugs off his shirt revealing the array of tattoos on his chest and torso, he palms the large bulge in his boxers and squeezes it before pulling it out, you shudder when you look at the heavy thick cock, this tip such a pretty pink and glossy from precum, he jerks it softly and pulls you closer to him and he taps his cock on your clit and places it on top, showing how far it’ll reach when inside—

“it’s not gonna fit” you whine and he spits on your clit “imma go slow alr?” you nod and he rubs his cock yo and down your folds before softly putting his tip in, you whimper and he pulls out before going back in a little deeper this time, you repeat this process until it’s all the way in and your squirming

“fuck ma” he shudders and looks down at your stretched out pussy and spits on it before slowly rolling his hips in and out of you and slowly picking up his pace, your back arches and you look up at him while he looks back making direct eye contact, he leans forward and kisses you while giving you slow deep strokes and your currently trying to fight off letting this man to give you a baby, he draws back a bit and he speeds up looking at you for conformation and he begins pounding into you, you mouth slightly opens and you feel that pressure start to build up again, it starts to feel too fast and too much and you place your hand on his belly “pa~” you whine and he moves your hand away “nah mama take this shit” you softly whimper and he leans forward as whispers your ear as he pounds into you “you can’t take it? huh? it hurts.. hm? i’m too big for your pretty pussy? i don’t care” he says with a soft shudder after you clench around him, he presses wet kisses on your jaw and neck “look at you.. all fucked out.. eyes rolling back nd shi.. that feel good baby? he says as he goes back to the slow deep strokes.. “words mama” he says as he grabs your jaw and presses kisses to your lips “mhm.. y-yes” it’s all you can’t say.. it feels to good and your so lost in the pleasure—

he pulls back again and wraps your legs around his waist and he holds down your torso and pounds into you and you begin to let out lound moans and broken sobs .. the euphoric feeling starting to be too much, the pressure being to much and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks—

“fuck- fuck- fuck” you sob “i’m gonna cum_ i’m gonna cum fuck haa~” you whine and he speeds up

“there we go.. let it out pretty girl, let it all out, cum all over this dick baby” he leans down and kisses you sloppily and his eyes roll back and he grunts.. putting he head in the crook of your neck feeling himself boutta cum too, he thrusts he sloppy and rolls into you and you feel yourself release and soon after he lets out a loud moan and cums inside of you.. and sloppily fucking it inside you�� “fuck” you whimper “damn” he grunts and you both let out a lust drunk sigh, he sits up and slowly pulls his dick out while staring at it, he bites his lip a bit and gets up grabbing his shirt and wiping off some of the cum pin your pussy, you flinch a bit from the sensitivity and you softly smile—

he finishes and he climbs back up the bed and kisses your head-

“i’m get you some plan b tmmr so don’t worry about it” you snuggle closer to him and smiles

yea cs fuck them kids “you both laugh and he laughs wraps his arms around you kissing you one last time before y’all fall asleep”

| a/n |

y’all 😁 did i eat??? orrrr i think i chewed a bit, i’ve been realized how hard it was to write smut, so i have a much bigger appreciation for all the fic writers nd smut writers ily!! but it’s my first time ever writing smut and y’all it wore me out 😩 but i was giggling the whole time! anyways! hope y’all liked it ❕😌🪽

peace ✌🏾.

#könig x black reader #black reader smut #konig x black reader #könig smut #könig x you #plug!könig smut #smut #cod smut #black fem reader

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endereies · 6 months ago

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RIDE OR DIE

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Reader

Contains: Switch!Matt x Reader (idk you decide), illegal car races, riding, no protection (be smart kids), nicknames - baby, angel, small use of y/n, hickies, praise kink if you squint, dont like dont read

Requested?: no

Author's notes: This took a lil too damn long and im sorry, i had a mini session of writers block and heavy procrastination sooo. But thank you @raysmayhem-72 for helping me w this, it wouldnt of been posted otherwise. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4777

His favourite part was the adrenaline. The roars of the engines barely made his breathing audible, alongside the high from the illegality.

Matt used racing as a way to settle any disputes he had, this way there was no room for error. A clear winner. Most of the time these disputes were ones that Matt had created himself, only so that he could race again and again. The high he got from it was addictive.

These fights were petty and were as simple as a difference in opinion, racing for that better option.

However he never felt the need to prove himself to any strangers unplanned, road rage was never his thing. He preferred the races with crowds on the sides with line-ups of people daring enough to do the same.

His brothers never participated in these races but the same couldn’t be said about his best friend Nate, a brunette with the same itch to be behind the wheel. They were known for their impulsiveness to rival each-other any chance they got.

Common disputes were over girls, typically the flag girls at the start of each race. The pair would show up at events at times merely for the girls brave enough to stand between the two vehicles.

Sometimes these stemmed from pure boredom, no excuse for a fight either one can use, yet they couldn’t deter from it for that long. There was no time-limit for these races, no reason to rush for a winner.

No rules, no laws, especially no cops. Matt felt like he was born to race; everything about it felt right to him.

Matt never paid any attention to girls that started the races between him and Nate, he only acted for Nate’s sake. Nate talked a lot about the flag-girls, the ones he chose to stand between the pair or the ones he chose to take home. Matt never batted an eye to them, he never found the appeal.

Nate talked a lot about each girl after the races, the way their bodies moved in tune to the waving flags; the tight clothing that hugged their bodies, leaving little to the imagination and the attention they clearly craved.

The flirting was constant between most racers, the girls wanting a one night stand that would bag them some money from the recent races and the guys wanting a simple deposit from the excess of adrenaline.

Everything was built around impulse and need.

Matt leant against the bonnet of his car that was neatly wrapped in a baby blue shade, a faint glow emitted from inside where it had been laced with LED strips which managed to make the black console stand out. Before Matt could process his movements, Nate had slapped the back of his head lightly, gaining his attention. He scowled at his actions but only received a cocky wink from Nate instead whilst he stepped into his vehicle which was wrapped in its own toxic green.

Once Nate was settled in his car, Matt turned his own body to face his own vehicle, catching a glance of the girl stood in between the cars, hips cocked to the side.

He lingered his stare more than he should have which was evident by the wink the girl left behind aimed at him.

That’s when his body ran hot and his breath hitched and caught in his throat.

He let his eyes trace over her features, the way her skirt barely covered her ass, teasing him slightly; or the way that her skin was flaunted through the white fabric onto her chest. He couldn’t fail to notice the way her miniskirt matched the colours of his car all to well. Her platform’s shoes allowed her legs to show underneath the leg warmers that hugged her skin. He kept focusing on the leather jacket that he knew wasn’t to hide her chest, but instead to draw attention to it.

It was all easy access and they both knew that.

She pulled out two flags that were tucked into her belt with a identical checked pattern and smirked as she held them to her sides. She swayed her hips slightly, but it was enough for Matt to notice. Crowds of people cheered around them on the side-lines. Matt’s eyes glanced over to Nate’s trying to read him and he instantly knew he wanted her too. And for once he agreed.

But he needed to win.

He painfully watched as she mouthed ‘good luck’ through her pink lips, only thinking about how he could watch them hug his cock in her mouth. He groaned lightly at the thought, his eyes fluttering somewhat.

Nate’s engine roared beside his own, the red lights etched around the green wrap. Matt could only focus on the asphalt that laid before him, barely gravelled with worn. He smirked, knowing it would be a smooth ride.

Engines started to roar between the two which was followed by puffs of smoke from the ends of the cars. Lights above the two of them shone, highlighting the bold technicolour display of cars, the blue being enhanced with the red lights.

The girl raises an arm above her head, silencing the crowd harshly before swinging the fabric down. Instantly, the two cars jerk forward, speeding through the sudden changes of gear. Matt maintains eye contact with the girl as he pushes his car forwards.

Once out of his sight, Matt puts all his focus into his vehicle, listening to his exhaust roar with each spin of the wheel. Urgency was present on Matts face and he ensured with each turn that be would win. It grew harder to deter from that whenever Nate lacked in the quick reaction speeds that matt had, only making each curve in the track and advantage to Nate.

Matt was currently in the lead to win however, Nate wasn’t far behind with the sounds of his engine, familiarly close to him. The corners were Matt’s advantage but the straights were Nate’s, his car simply held the speeds longer.

Matt wanted this, no, needed this. He used every corner to its full capability and when he straightened his steering wheel, he knew it wasn’t out of his reach.

The finish line was barely in sight but Matt had one more drift he could use. The wheel spun hard and he changed gears quick as he switched gear, feeling the car shake slightly as it expels more smoke from the back tires.

In the last stretch, he maintains his lead and passes the sloppy finish line with a smirk plastered on his face.

His car came to a halt shortly after he processed his victory and left the car once it was put into park. People cheered among the sides as the pair narrowly cross the line but Matt is too caught up in the adrenaline rush to truly focus on it.

Nate couldn’t have been too bitter from the loss, since he had his arm wrapped around another girls waist by the time that Matt looked over to him. He simply shrugged and leant against the bonnet of the car that rested out of the main view of the audience and cheers.

Y/N pov:

“You race for all girls like that?” Matt couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you approach him, your body language only drawing him in further. He resisted the urge to grab your hips and pull you closer.

“Only the cute ones, baby” You blushed at the remarks, slipping your hand into a pocket of the leather jacket that hugged your chest, pulling out a lollipop that once unwrapped showed a candy ball covered in blue sugar crystals. You painted your tongue with the candy, letting the sweet taste mix with your saliva.

You could see his chest rise and fall as his breath hitched. He didn’t do this often and it was more obvious than he hoped, it was always Nate in this position. You adjusted your skirt slightly, moving the belt so it laid central to your hips. Matt dropped his eyes and stared at the skirt before acknowledging once again how perfectly it matched his vehicle.

“Your outfit matches my car.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you, scanning the outfit that barely covered what it needed to. You nod lightly, not wanting to speak around the candy.

“Oh? Is that intentional?” He smirked at the thought of you being dolled up for him and he finally looked up into your eyes as you spoke.

“Only for the cute ones” You wink subtly as you place the candy on your tongue, flaunting a pale blue that started to spread over it.

“So...how fast can she go?” Your body leant against the metal of the bonnet, leaning over it subtly as you admired the paint job with a trace of your finger.

“Numbers don’t matter” He stares bluntly at you, holding back a smirk. His tone is cocky and arrogant which only appealing to you the more you two talked.

“Oh really?” This wasn’t a conversation that you weren’t used to, you constantly grabbed attention of needy racers who needed to ride out the adrenaline of a win. However, Matt seemed different to you, tension arising between you two which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Want to ride?” A smirk rose to your face wanting to experience the common high of a racer. You turned your body and entered the vehicle that you adored the colour of, it was hard to miss after all.

Matt instantly followed suit and fell into the drivers seat, his hands confident and unwavering as he pushed his keys in the ignition. He decided to rev the engine a few times before finally starting the car and accelerating. You could see his eyes linger on the candy in your mouth that had now fully stained your tongue a deep shade of blue. Before you acknowledged his movements, he wrapped a finger around the stick and stole the lollipop and placed it into his own mouth, taking in the sweet flavour.

You let out a playful scoff and sat back into your seat, squeezing your thighs together at his bold demeanour.

Matt knew what he was doing was risky but at this point neither of you cared. His mind was telling him how stupid it was to drive after a race, especially out of the common ground they were familiar with. At night, the streets looked too tempting for either of them to say no.

You quietly stared at the speedometer, judging the careful 60mph Matt was going at. He saw you inch closer to the dashboard and changed gears quickly before speeding to about 100mph suddenly. The fast change in speed pushed you back into your seat and you finally got that adrenaline rush, instantly understanding why it was so addictive. The butterflies in your stomach didn’t leave as he kept racing down the roads, reaching a highway where he could get away with those speeds.

Matts hands clutched the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip and twisted them to earn a screech from the back tires. Your body jerked as you realised he was drifting the car around a tight bend, only gaining a laugh from you. His heart pounded at your reaction and speeding off again once the corner again.

“So, baby? Think I deserve your name now?” You were all laughs and giggles, riding high on the adrenaline that was so foreign to you, but you momentarily dragged yourself out of it to respond to you.

“Y/n..” You replied, losing yourself in the breeze that came whispering through the wound-down windows.

“Matt.” He responded, his cocky, teasing attitude muted by his thoughts, considering his next actions.

“Well, y/n. Want to see how fast this baby goes?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before revving and taking off at an even higher speed down fast lanes, ignoring any signs of police.

Specks of colour flickered past as we swerved between cars and other larger vehicles. You wanted to be scared, panicked even of the possibility that you would crash or be pulled over, but the rush that came with it only forced those feelings away. All you could think about was how you wanted Matt to push the limits. But you weren’t so sure you were thinking about cars anymore.

After a few minutes, Matt slowed down as the roads became quieter. you were no longer racing down the highway, but for some reason, your body was still pulsing with some sort of thrill. He pulled the empty lolly stick from between his pink lips, revealing the intense blue tint that stained his tongue. you shivered, trying to stop your thoughts from straying elsewhere. he tossed the chewed up stick into some random compartment somewhere before leading his focus back on you and the road. On you for the most part which you had guessed by the eyes you could feel staring into the side of your head.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Matt.” You said, testing the way his name sounded from your lips.

He smirked at you, before doing as you said and staring ahead at the empty roads in front of him. It was your time to admire him, you thought, an idea forming in your head.

You pulled your hands from your lap, reaching over to place one on his thigh. You waited for a reaction. He glanced at you before reluctantly returning his gaze to the windshield. This time though, it wasn’t because you told him to, but because he feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he kept staring the soft skin of your thighs. Goddamn that skirt.

You slowly started to drag your hands further up his leg, earning yourself a warning look from the man beside you. You looked up at him, a facade of innocence painted across your features. He swore under his breath as you kept your hand moving slowly but firmly, entranced by the laboured breaths that started to escape his lips. You refocused on them, watching as his blue tinted tongue peeked out to sweep across them, the moisture glinting in the moonlight that came in through the windows.

You pressed your own thighs together, as the sinful thoughts started to flood in, your mind plagued by the thoughts of his tongue in other places.

Matt could feel everything through the thin nylon material of his pants, including the sharp press of your nails into the sensitive skin of his thighs. He swallowed down a sound that willed to escape his throat.

Despite the alarm sounds blaring through his head, Matt turned to look at you, regretting it as soon as he did.

The rosy flush on your cheeks, the glassy faraway look in your eyes, it all drew Matt in, sending him spiralling in a fit of lust. He looked down, seeing the way your skirt had ridden up and the way your legs were tightly pressed together. Images of hot skin sliding, chests heaving with laboured pants and bodies tangled between sheets flashed behind his eyelids. every part of his body shuddered with arousal. His white knuckled hands gripped the wheel with the same firm grip he imagined he would have on your hips as he rutted into you.

He stopped himself quickly, leading his thoughts to flood his brain with images of anything else, to get rid of the sensation raging in his abdomen.

By some sort of miracle, Matt managed to pull over into some sort of car park. there were three, maybe four cars scattered around the huge place, none with any indication that there was anyone inside.

No one was there..

Once the car was in park, his hands released their tight grip on the steering wheel and allowed the blood to flow back. His chest rises and falls with the occasional hitch in his throat whenever you press a little deeper into the material of his pants. He presses himself against the car door, unable to pull away from the sensations. Matt’s body was aching with each gentle graze of your fingernails with your touch continuing to tease his thoughts.

Matt lets his hands fall and tug at the lever that allowed his seat to pull back with a slight jerk. You let your hand back off from his body as you admire the modifications of his car.

His fingertips tap his thigh lightly as he calls you over, which you oblige.

He instantly reaches out without a second thought as his hands rest against your hips, guiding them onto his own. Once sat in his lap, his fingers start to trace up your sides leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.

You squeeze your legs around his sides and press all your body weight onto his. He shifts in his place, the feeling of you sat comfortably against him left him struggling to keep a straight face. You smirked down at him as you started to rock your hips back and forth. A quiet gasp emits past his lips.

Strokes of his hands trace your skin slowly back and forth, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. His eyes track your body and its movements each time you grind your hips. You feel Matt’s hands glide down your back before pulling you closer to him. He started to produce small whines caused from the friction on his dick, tilting his head back into the headrest of the chair.

Once he starts to release small high-pitched whined you slide down to his thigh and your hands start to toy with his waistband, pulling back the elastic to gently ping against his skin. You can’t help but smirk when he squirms underneath you as his pants rubbed against your clothed pussy.

You tease him slightly as you pull them down slowly past his hips, watching his face and it twists with anticipation.

You grab the hem of his boxers and pull them down to the same level as his boxers and you practically drool at the sight in front of you. He hisses as a light breeze of cool air hit his dick making him twitch slightly.

His cock was hard and leaking precum slowly through the tip. You grab the base of it and pump him a few times in your grasp, earning light moans from Matt. He wanted nothing more than to buck his hips up into your palms but he resisted so he could focus and savour the sight before him.

“Let me feel you baby..” He mumbles past a moan and his hands move around your thigh to meet the skin above your core. His fingers brush past the hem of your underwear and pushes it to the side to slide his fingers across. You gasp at the contact as he barely touches the edge of your clit.

Matt's expression turns into a smirk at your reaction, feeling how wet you are at such a lack of contact between the both of you.

“Fuck..you’re so wet...” Your teeth graze your skin as you bite down onto your lips, hiding yourself from him. He realises this quickly as grabs your chin to look at him.

“Let me hear you y/n, I want to hear how good I’m about to make you feel, yeah?” Matt had started to take control again and all it did was make you wetter.

His fingers gripped the skin on either side of your hips and takes a moment to study you and your body.

“You made this so easy for me with this skirt baby, but I think we both know that’s what you wanted hm..” He spoke so casually towards you, but you had no shame in admitting the truth to him with a weak nod.

The distance between you both closed as you leant forward to meet his lips, tasting the remnants of the blue candy as you swiped his bottom lip with your tongue.

Matt forced his hips upwards, applying pressure onto your core which made you groan into the kiss. He took this opportunity to push his tongue past your lips and deepen the kiss.

Both of you pulled apart from each other for air both of your chests panting against one another.

Your thighs reclaim their place, hovering just above matt, using your knees below and arms on the back of the seat as support. You could feel his body heat radiating onto yours which made you both realise how close you two were.“Want me to guide you, angel?” He takes a glance up at you and see your uncertainty mingled across your face. You blink at him sheepishly before slowly nodding your head, looking down at the near connection between you.

With your body still suspended above him he took this chance to slide down the seat, adjusting his body for the comfort against his body. He took your hips and gradually pulled them towards him taking small glances up at you to make sure you were ready.

He took the small nod as confirmation and pushed your hips down onto your body, gradually enough that you could stop anytime that you needed to. You sharply inhaled when his tip entered, not used to the feeling immediately. You only had your own slick to provide for you since his car lacked any of those products, the acknowledgement of that was mutual as you both took it slow, not wanting to hurt the other.

“Good..good..” He whispers in your ear as you slowly take more of him until you had bottomed out.

Little ruts of his hips were noticeable to you and you could see through his expression he wanted to move desperately, wanting to feel the body he craved for the past hour.

He wanted control during this but you decided to toy with him a little bit first. His eyes fixed on where your bodied were connected so once you felt comfortable enough with him inside, you lifted your body and bobbed your pelvis up and down a few times. Short but sweet.

Sweet enough to elicit a small moan from Matt’s throat, evidently taken by surprise.

“Is that how this is going to work?” His innocent facade was flawed and you saw through the smirk that was plastered on his face. The only thing you could do was prepare for what Matt had planned.

“C’mere baby..” Each of his fingers cupped your jaw and pulled your head forward until he was only an inch from your face. His eyes admired each feature before landing on his lips only momentarily staying still before leaning his head forward and kissing you gently. That was short lived as he applied more pressure on your lips and pressed his tongue against your lips.

The grin on his face grew each time he laid his lips on to your own as his body shuddered with arousal.

Matt could barely sense the lingering blue raspberry flavour on your lips but he needed more, he needed to taste it.

He took your distraction as an opportunity to press his hips upwards, causing you to moan at the sudden change. A smirk crossed his face as he succeeded and drove his tongue into your mouth.

Your body eased into his actions as he slowly moved against you, still letting you get used to him but you could tell he was holding back. You allowed yourself to break off the kiss and move down to his jawline and neck, sucking on the skin around it.

Matt immediately formed an ‘o’ shape with his mouth when you nipped along his jawline, finally letting his pelvis lift from his seat and pushed into you.

You both had formed a steady pace around each other between matt raising his hips and you lowering your body. Strings of moans fell between you both, growing closer to a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so good.. taking me so well..” His words filled your ears and it only made you paw at something more than you couldn’t quite reach.

You knew he felt the same way, the way his hips occasionally stuttered when you moaned a little louder or when you bit his neck once more and made him whimper.

“M-matt..please.” You babbled into his neck as he kept thrusting upwards at his steady pace, you didn’t even know what you were begging for from him.

His pants were close to your ear, satisfying you as you realised he was getting close too.

“Please what, y/n..?” His tone was breathy and low and you pathetically whimpered at his words, as he began to thrust harder.

“Please I’m c-close..” A breathy chuckle was heard from Matt followed by a moan of his own.

“Hold on a little longer for me angel..c-can you do that?” As you replied you tilted your head backwards, trying to grip onto anything to make you last longer. Handprints had long been imprinted in the back of his seat, lined with a small coating of sweat. His own hands still gripped your hips tightly which left small crescents dented into your skin, but you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to care.

“Mhm..” You nodded to say what your mouth couldn’t. You both grew closer and you could feel him twitching slightly.

“Fuck..where do you want me?” His thrusts were becoming sloppy and you could barely keep yourself up anymore as he kept rutting inside.

“In..in me..please Matt.” You leant back forwards again whispering small cuss words into his ear as you reached your peak, suddenly moaning a little louder. You couldn’t hold back and clenched around him, whimpering his name.

“Shit.!” His body stuttered as he came inside you, groaning each time your body tightened around his cock.

Your breathes are just as shaky as Matt’s, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Everything between you two is still exposed as he remains inside you while he lets you come down from your high. You take your focus off of Matt for just a moment to see the windows covered in a light sheen that blurred your view to the exterior. It was either that or the way tears glossed over your eyes as you finished.

A smirk covers his face once he sees your fucked out expression.

“Maybe you should come to more races..” A low chuckle rose from his body and you merely rolled your eyes at his statement. But he was quick to fill the silence again.

“Hold on angel.. don’t move.” You freeze in your seat, watching Matt’s body pull his body closer to yours before reaching for the opening of the glove compartment, fumbling around a few times as it jolts open with a click. Matt grabs an un opened packet of tissues and holds the packaging between his front set of teeth, placing his free hands on your hips.

You pick up what he is trying to do and help lift yourself off on him and onto his thigh. The packet of tissues drops into his palms and he opens it and take two out, bringing it up between your leg.

He’s gently as he caresses the skin, trying to get your body to relax just a little more. Your lower back shivers as he wipes between the folds and past your clit but one quick inhale calms you down. He tosses the tissues into the side section of his car door and brings his hands to your hips one last time. His thumb rubs against the marked skin, lifting you again to aid you back over the console. His own hips lift to grab his boxers and pants and brings them back up to his waist slowly while he tries not to overstimulate himself.

Once you make it over to the console and Matt is situated again you catch him staring at the love bites you made across the skin of his neck and you smirk proudly at your work. The pushes the mirror back up to the roof of the car and faces you, holding a kind smile comparing to the smug look he had on ten minutes prior.

“You want to get food y/n..?” You realised quick that you hasn’t eaten since before the race and you were never one to turn down free food.

“Of course..I don’t mind where” You offer a sincere smile, referring to his own as he quickly resumed the car and changed gears before accelerating out of the car park.

“You better be at my next race.”

“Only if you win.”

@bueckerslover @worldlxvlys @raysmayhem-72 @patscorner @breeloveschris @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @luverboychris @sleepysturnss @jnkvivi @melliflws @axolotllover225

#★ Ride Or Die AU #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #street racing #endereies #©endereies

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milfsloverblog · 1 year ago

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Too Tired to Say My Name? (NSFW)

Jan Stevens x fem!reader

A/N: Nothing to see here, just a self indulgent fluffy/smutty Jan Stevens fic.

A phaser is an electronic sound processor (like a flanger but sounds different, and I just like the word phaser more). As always: fuck you Billy

tw: smut (fingering, scissoring)

“The phaser,” Jane sighed as she got in bed to lie down next to you.

How adorable she looked in that pink silk night dress with its matching bunny ears bonnet, perfectly contrasting with the black eyeshadow that was always packed around her eyes.

“What about the phaser, mh?” You asked, stretching your arm out so she could snuggle up and rest her head on your chest.

“It’s simply too loud. The whole integrity of the performance is shaken by it.” She sighed again. One loud, overdramatic sigh that could only mean one thing.

“I know, my darling. You’ve told Gemma about it already but you’ve seen how she reacts any time someone suggests a change in her art.” You looked down in time to catch Jan Stevens pouting and had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from chuckling.

“She’s a bit self-absorbed, isn’t she? Shall I remind her that I’m the one funding all of her little experiments? I would appreciate it if she would at least listen to what I have to suggest.” The crease between your lover’s eyebrows deepened as she recalled her last conversation with the woman leading your collective.

“I know, doll, I know. I’ve tried suggesting it to her again, saying perhaps we could lower it down just a tad and see what it would sound like. She accused me of being a traitor and threw a bunch of vegetables at me.”

“Maybe you should consider slapping her.” Jan Stevens offered. “A quick slap always does the trick. It might shock her out of her entrenched arrogance.” She added with a small shrug as if she hadn’t just suggested you should hit your boss.

“You don’t know how angry she gets. I’d rather not start a fight…” Now it was your turn to sigh, you didn’t like saying no to Jan Stevens.

“Well, if you really can’t get her to get rid of the phaser, could you at least try lowering it during the next performance?” The blonde looked up, batting her eyelashes at you.

She could be exhausting sometimes, nagging and pestering until you gave up. And you always did.

“Will you do that for me, poppet?” Jan Stevens asked again, her big blue eyes filled with expectancy.

Would you do that for her? Betray your boss’ trust only to make Jan Stevens happy?

Jan saw your hesitation and she didn’t like it, not one bit. Her hand snaked under the bedsheets and you could only guess what she was doing when she slightly wiggled her hips and let out the faintest of moans.

“Don’t you da-“ Your threat was interrupted by her index and middle finger being pushed between your lips as they had been pushed inside her a few seconds before.

You closed your eyes and sucked on her digits, moaning when her intoxicating taste settled on your tongue.

You would do it, you thought, anything for Jan Stevens.

Your lover knew she’d won this one, flashing you a wide grin when she pulled her fingers out of your mouth with an audible pop.

“Good girl.” She purred and nuzzled her face in your neck, peppering your skin with kisses that you knew would leave smears of crimson lipstick which would be nearly impossible to wash off in the morning.

“This isn’t just about the phaser, right?” You asked, pulling away from the tall woman. “You’re not just using me to get rid of it?”

“You know it’s not just about that, it isn’t even about that at all.” Jan reassured you.

“So you would still allow me in your bed if we kept the phaser?” That wasn’t what you really wanted to ask. You wanted to know if this was only a fling, if she would kick you out once she would have had her fun with you.

“Of course. Even two phasers.” Jan's lips spread in a soft smile and her hand reached to gently squeeze yours. “Even when the residency is over, you will still be allowed in my bed. If that is something you would want.”

“Yes! God, yes, I would absolutely want that.” The words came out without you even thinking about them, your cheeks turning bright pink at the prospect that you had been too eager.

It warmed Jan Stevens’ heart to know that you were so keen to share her bed, and perhaps even more. She had felt awfully guilty at first, she didn’t want to be one of those people using their position to seduce someone. Little did she know you had been head over heels for her since the very first day.

“You are my solace, keeping me from the chaos of the world.” Jan Stevens whispered. It wasn’t quite an I love you, but it was close enough.

You had long seen the real Jan Stevens, the one she hid so well behind her eccentric facade. Jan was soft, incredibly so. She was scared about those incessant threatening phone calls, knowing one day or another these people would put their words into action. And she feared she wasn’t good enough, for anyone, that she would have to spend the rest of her life feeling lonely in her bedroom. Until you came into her life.

Your breath hitched in your chest when the woman’s hand wandered under the duvet and down your body, caressing each and every of your curves until it reached your inner thigh. Your legs spread almost instantly, eliciting a soft chuckle from your lover.

“Always so eager.” She purred, her lips against your ear.

And it was true. You were eager for her. For her fingers, her tongue, and lips. For her naked breasts pressed against yours.

Jan Stevens hooked her thumb in the band of your underwear and pushed it down your thighs, letting you maneuver it off your legs completely while she reached under your tank top to fondle your breasts.

You closed the distance between the two of you with an open-mouthed kiss, which Jan eagerly returned by pressing her tongue against yours.

Always so eager could apply to you too, my sweet Jan Stevens.

Her feathery-light touch was electrifying as she traced down your stomach only to stop right on your pubis. She nipped at your bottom lip, her fingers teasing the curls at the apex of your legs before they eventually moved lower, spreading your lips and drawing a lazy circle on your clit.

You pulled away to break the kiss, gasping at the touch before burying your face in your lover’s neck. “Darling, please…”

“Please, what?” Jan’s tone was heavy with desire, dripping with lust.

“I want you, I need you inside of me…” You looked up at her, your face flushed and lips slightly parted.

Jan Stevens let out a soft hum, her mouth watering when she dipped her fingers lower only to find you soaked already. Her middle and ring fingers slid into you like a hot knife through butter.

A wanton moan escaped you as you took in the feeling. It always amazed you, how long her fingers were and how deep she was able to reach inside you.

You hastily grabbed her face to pull her into another kiss, your movements turning sloppy as Jan’s fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace.

“A night with you is worth every single orgy I have ever partaken in.” Jan Stevens whispered when she broke the kiss, feeling your cunt clenching around her fingers at her admission.

“Keep going, please!” You whined, your mind filling with fog when she curled her fingers inside you and resumed moving harder and faster, making sure to hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Be a good girl and come for me.” Jan purred and sucked on your earlobe. And as if your body had been waiting for her permission, you were immediately thrown over the edge, clinging onto your lover as waves of pleasure surged through you.

Once you had loosened your hold on her, Jan Stevens carefully pulled her digits out of you and pushed them into your mouth so you would lick them clean.

She waited until you had come down from your high to pull you in another sloppy kiss.

“You taste heavenly tonight, sweetling.” She whispered, quickly moving to straddle you.

Your eyes widened when she gently pushed your thighs apart and positioned herself between them. You opened your mouth to speak but Jan’s naked core began firmly grinding against yours, pulling moans from both your and your lover’s throat. You arched your back as much as you could, your hips giving small thrusts to meet each of Jan’s movements.

The older woman quickened the pace, placing one hand on the headboard to support herself while the other one tightly held onto your thigh.

“Harder, please-“ You sounded desperate, both of your hands grabbing hold of your lover’s hips in an attempt to bring her closer.

Jan’s movements sped up again, this time more frantic and messier. Her moans mingled with yours as yet another orgasm crept up on you.

“Jan!” You gasped, nails digging into the woman’s hips as you reached your peak once more.

Jan Stevens followed right after, tossing her head back as she whimpered in pleasure.

She collapsed forward onto your chest and you lay together to catch your breath. How you loved feeling her weight on top of you.

“Well, darling,” Jan’s voice came out as gruff, “were you too tired to say my name?”

“You are insufferable, Jan Stevens.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is that why you keep coming back for more, poppet?” She asked looking up at you, her fingertips drawing patterns on your arm.

“Absolutely.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lover’s forehead.

That, and because I love you.

#gwendoline christie #jan stevens x reader #jan stevens #flux gourmet #I am completely normal about this character #i swear i am #no beta we die like Larissa AND Miranda

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luniarii · 5 months ago

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Gothic/Kuro Lolita NPT List

﹒ ︵︵ names : Charlotte , Antoinette , Marie, Vivienne , Crucifix , Lacette , Amadeus , Lilith , Rose , Rosette , Mori , Noir , Alice , Raven , Crow , Mana , Victor

﹒ ︵︵ pronouns : noir/noirs , frill/frills , ruffle/ruffles , para/parasol , bow/bows , cross/crosses , lace/laces , bon/bonnet , skull/skulls , rose/roses , bat/bats , coffin/coffins , crimson/crimsons , antique/antiques , el/elegant , silver/silvers , che/cher

﹒ ︵︵ titles : the one adorned in all black , the one as dark as night , the gothic/kuro lolita , (prn) dark elegance , (prn) who is adorned in lace

#♡ : npt list #kuro lolita #gothic lolita #jfashion #npt list #mogai #mogai community #mogai blog #mogai safe #mogai friendly #pro mogai #liomogai #liom #liom safe #liom community #pro liom #neopronouns #npt suggestions #jfashion npt

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ragingstillness · 7 months ago

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Second black butler meta I can’t help but post:

I absolutely adore black butler and Yana by association because of how incredibly self-aware it is. You don’t really recognize it on the first watch, especially if you only see the first season (or the forbidden second season), but the minute you reread/rewatch and have a larger context, it immediately becomes clear. I own a copy of the first manga volume and in the author’s note Yana makes a point of saying that her editor practically laughed her out of the room for suggesting a story about a character who is both a demon and a butler. So right off the bat, expectations set: this is going to be weird and wild.

And it is, but it’s also very aware of that. The little nods to historical events and discoveries, the blatant stealing of tropes from shonen and shoujo manga, the narrator-like quality of Sebastian’s cutaways, it’s almost a fourth wall break, an invitation to laugh at things that aren’t necessarily meant to be funny but are funny in larger context. For the most part the characters take their lives seriously and the audience gets the dramatic irony but that’s not always the case, see: Sebastian losing it over Ciel blushing at Lizzie, that stupid Phoenix pose, Ciel barely keeping it together as Lizzy plops a pink bonnet on Sebastian’s head. It’s funny from both a general and ironic perspective.

Within the assumption of the story being weird and wild Yana gets to do a lot of genre shifting and frankly I love it. One minute we’re hunting Jack the Ripper, next we’re training to be pop stars, then we’re fighting werewolves, then we’re navigating a cricket game at boarding school. Not a lot of stories get away with that much genre shifting in quick succession but Black Butler does it effortlessly.

They’re particularly good at catching the reader off guard with a funny moment in a serious scene but even better at turning something fun dark on a dime. This is very very hard to do and Yana gets away with it because of how neatly she’s melded the different aspects of the story much like how she melded Sebastian’s character traits.

Ciel is an emotionally immature 13-year-old boy but he’s also an extremely traumatized orphan with murderous tendencies. Sebastian is both a polished servant and a savage demon. Finny is a happy gardener and a disillusioned former test subject. Mey-Rin is a clumsy maid and a former child soldier. Bard is a useless arrogant cook and a soldier running to and from every battlefield he sees.

The ability of these things to coexist, allows for the side by side existence of Ciel failing to be a circus performer and fighting through a flashback to murder a sadistic serial killer. If the story didn’t embody the complexity of the characters and vice versa, one of the two would feel odd and jarring. It’s a beautiful depiction of the chicken and the egg question of plot being driven by character but also driving character.

The genre switching is also just fun, because it pulls in an element often seen in fanfiction which is the AU (alternate universe). While the different arcs still exist in the same universe, the vital aspect of “how would these characters react in this situation” is maintained.

#meta #black butler #kuroshitsuji #my writing #kuroshitsuji meta #black butler meta #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive

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luffyvace · 10 months ago

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Inosuke x black male reader

The last one from the poll!! Yippie!!

I love inosuke he’s so cool 😎

your hair is….very foreign to inosuke

this is Japan so when he sees you in general he’s very confused??

and confused=confrontational (like with giyuu)

so at first there’s a chance y’all beefed (it may have been one-sided)

but to talk specifically about your hair he probably pulls and inspects it a lot

or at least tries I know you don’t let that slide

he’d ask overly blunt questions like

“what happened to your hair, is it fried?!”

your skin is also new to him

the things he be saying is atrocious but he’s genuinely curious

mans also has no social cues

which makes him come off as rude

and even if he did have social cues he’d ignore them, cuz he doesn’t care 🤷‍♀️

to sum it all up, don’t take it personally

he be munching down on your cooking tho!

so at least that 🤦‍♀️

he always asks for so much / extras

he likes spicy too

He steals tanjiro and zenitsu’s food whenever you cook

When you use AAVE he doesn’t get it

and never will

you never even bothered to teach him

he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would get it

if you wanna say something and don’t want him to know just teach tanjiro and zenitsu AAVE

zenitsu will get it before tanjiro does-

”WHAT?? WHADDYA SAYIN?? STOP SPEAKING FUNNY!!”

”THAT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE IDIOT!!”

him calling you a idiot is irony I know 😂 /j

your culture/dances also don’t make sense to him..😞🙁

he might get the culture a little bit more than the dances

i mean it’s just dancing but he’ll be wondering why you have to do it a certain way

and as far as culture he’ll be like

”whaddya doin all this stuff for?! ITS POINTLESS!! lets go train instead!”

Tanjiro will get it tho!

he’ll explain his dad used to do a fire dance to ward the demons off

”is it something like that?”

close enough..🧍‍♀️

your bonnet/durag is very strange to him

He doesn’t get why you need something on your head to sleep

You explain to him that it’s to keep your pillow from soaking the oil in your hair and to keep your hairstyles neat

speaking of which when you braid your hair or if you have locs he thinks it’s very cool!

(that’s like the most positive thing I’ve wrote so far..)

Only problem is…..he wants you to do his hair like yours..

”but inosuke, your hair’s gonna fall out! And you can’t loc straight hair!”

He doesn’t wanna hear it..

he gets loud/starts yelling and you have to calm him down

your features are something he notices right off the bat but at the same time it goes right over his head

like he sees you may have a big nose/big lips but he doesn’t really pay much attention to it

like he doesn’t even think ‘everyone is different!’ so why would he pay attention to everyone’s individual features?

he’s looking for if your strong or not if anything 🤷‍♀️

im just gonna put a collage of his questions here cuz I can

”WHY CANT YOU DO MY HAIR LIKE YOURS?!”

”HOW’S YOUR HAIR SO BIG!?”

”HOW COME YOUR HAIR GOES BOING AND MINE DOESNT?!”

”what’s that black thing on your head?” (Durag)

”WHADDYA MEAN MY HAIRS’ GONNA FALL OUT?! YOURS DIDNT!!”

”is your hair a defense technique?? What does it do?”

“how’d you get your hair like that?”

”WHY DO YOU TALK LIKE THAT??”

”I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU!! SPEAK NORMAL!!”

”does your whole village look like that?? SHOW ME!”

his bluntness be getting outta hand ngl

You being a male doesn’t NOT affect inosuke whatsoever

he realized he wanted to be with you, and his mind, you were already his

(he didn’t actually ask you out 🤦‍♀️)

and yeah I pretty much have nothing else to say bc inosuke don’t care.

he’s him like that 🤷‍♀️

Inosuke’s love languages are quality time and gift giving

quality time = training

training = beating

not because he wants to beat you

but just because he doesn’t hold back at all

i hope your stronger than him

cuz if your weak……..😃

with gift giving he’ll remember the things you say you like but……it’ll just end up going..wrong..

for example! You say you need a new durag because it has a hole?

well! The great inosuke has taken the liberty to make you a new one!

like it? 😁

(oh gosh…..you don’t. What is this even made out of??)

”gee thanks..! Inosuke..”😟

”HHAHAHAHAHAH YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL!! THE GOD OF MOUNTAINS HIMSELF MADE YOU A NEW DURAT!”😼

(yes durat 😋..he doesn’t remember the name)

zenitsu and tanjiro support you two

zenitsu was already aware of non het couples

he doesn’t see the attraction but it’s none of his business to him really

tanjiro is 100% supportive and doesn’t see it any different from a hetero couple

kind confused?? But he’s supportive :)

also commends you for taking on the rambunctious inosuke 😅

inosuke doesn’t care what anyone else has to say about your relationship

Now if they’re passive aggressive he won’t get it-

but if they directly insult either of you—your gonna have to stop him from beating them up 😜

(or join him! 😊)

all in all….your relationship is very chaotic!

you love him regardless <3

Lol inosuke so silly

Hope you enjoyed💝

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whammyy · 9 months ago

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➜ ‘ fuck you.

$ in which austin (your next door neighbor) is going through his hoe phase & disturbing your peace so you decide to do something about it.

austin x black!femreader the thumping of your next door neighbors room was so fucking annoying. you get it, he just got out of a relationship. he’s hurt. but did he have to go stick his dick in something every other night? it’s hard as fuck for you to concentrate with the sound of wailing sluts crying for austin to go deeper.

10:34 thump, thump, thump. all you fucking heard. does he not realize a bitch gotta work? you got out of bed & put your slippers & robe on. fixing the way your bonnet was sliding off your head. you walked out to the hallway & knocked hardly on the apartment door.

it took at least 5 minutes for him to answer the door & when he did he was shirtless with his v-line hanging out of his navy blue shorts. and also sweating like a damn pig.

“what can i do for you ‘princess?” He asked, eyes burning a hole in your body. “you can’t keep it down dude? your loud as fuck and to be honest ion wanna hear that shit.” He laughed at your response. such a cunt. “yea, ill keep it down baby.” he said, the response making your cheeks flush especially with his deep tone. he closed the door and you walked angrily back to your apartment.

he did in fact stick to his word & kept it down so you let it go. a week later he was at it again. you couldn’t take it anymore, so fucking annoying. if the apartment wasn’t such good rent and close to your campus you would’ve been moved out, but you didn’t.

did he never get tired? his dick in all these i know have to be loose ass girls. and why did he use this as his resort for stress? it couldn’t be working out, reading, anything else? it had to be sex for what.

weeks & weeks go by and he’s still going. you couldn’t get good sleep because the noises were so bothering. and your grades were starting to turn into c’s from the lack of sleep. your pretty face was starting to look tired out from the lack of sleep & oh hell no? on yo soul that wasn’t gone end well for him.

you stormed out the house & beat on his door. when he didn’t answer it you beat on it for a second time, a third time was gonna come but he swung the door open his figure hovering over you with a scowl. “what?”

batting your eyelashes at him you spoke with annoyance. “I’m sick of you and your noises! i asked you could you keep it down & you can’t and if you don’t i’m gone tell the office. ion wanna hear that shit i tell you.”

resting his beautiful body in the doorframe he didn’t see to be one bit bothered by your words. “your real pretty to be such a whiny bitch. if you wanted to get ruined all you had to do is say that.” your pussy clenched & was starting to drench your panties at the words. “who do you think you are fucking manwhore?” he smiled and got closer to you. “I can be anybody you want me to be baby, I don’t appreciate the name though we can work on that..” you were so disgusted but obsessed with him. “i fucking hate you.”

he kept his word & was quiet. you were happy. & looking pretty again with no eye bags and with maintained A’s. but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to try him?

you found yourself at his door again knocking on it. he opened the door with a lollipop hanging out his mouth. “what ya’ need? I been quiet little miss complainer.” you rolled your eyes at his words. “i just wanted to tell you to stop- don’t call me that fucking manwhore.”

he gripped your face and stepped out his door. “you a fragile little girl. m’ gone suggest you watch your mouth baby.” you scoffed. “what ya’ gone do if i don’t?”

you were quick to be put in a face down ass up position on his bed. his thick dick stretching you out badly. “your so damn tight baby? if i knew i had this next door i wouldn’t have to worry about fucking other girls.” you clenched down on him tighter after hearing that. making him groan.

he started picking up his thrusts, fast. real fast. he was so goddamn deep in this position it hurted. “I can’t take it.” you whined. he laughed as he kept pounding into you from behind ignoring what you just said, so you put your hand back there. he quickly slapped it away and put both of your hands above your head.

“where’s all that mouth at now baby?” you couldn’t even say nothing right now back to him. you were feeling so good. “you still hate me baby?” the way you deep in my guts right now? “boy—fuckk. i love you.” he laughed. you started throwing yourself back faster as you felt yourself getting close.

“I think—oh my god, i think im finna cum!” he held your hips tight with one hand, other hand gripping the ass fat on your body. “cum baby.” and you did. shaking real hard as you came he kept going because he hasn’t came yet.

“pussy so tight, gotta keep this around baby. you on the pill mama?” you nodded eyes rolling to the back of your head as he still kept going. “good baby, cause m’ bout to feel this pretty cunt up.” he picked his thrusts up fast, holding onto your neck as he kept thrusting. thrusts getting sloppy & dick twitching, he came. inside of you. and he did feel you up.

he pulled out and watched as the seed was dripping out of you. “look so pretty baby, and by the way. i love these dermals in your back. look real good on you baby.” smh. “fuck you.”

#austin butler #austin butler smut #smut #black reader

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ladyluscinia · 5 months ago

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Well. My curiosity about the post-S2 state of the OFMD fandom has been piqued - though much later and not at all for the reasons I thought it would be before watching the season - so I'm finally going to do that fanfic statistics follow up I planned almost a year ago.

Links to my first fanfic statistics from January 2023 (first 10 months of the fandom) and hiatus check in September 2023 (8 months of "deep hiatus"). This follow up adds the month of S2 lead up + airing and the 8 months and change immediately following it, which should by all rights include the traditional fic boosts of Kinktober and NaNoWriMo. So.

My hiatus check fic count was 23,187. Today's is 32,998 total fics in the Our Flag Means Death tag.

Right off the bat, this is interesting. 9,811 fics have been added. Which doesn't sound bad except in the deep hiatus timeframe - slightly shorter window, much further away from new content - the fandom added 11,115 fics. There's definitely factors at play like fandoms naturally losing people and creative energy over time and the series cancellation news, but I said back last year that it felt like the fandom activity didn't really spike with new content, and this tracks with that.

Character Tagging:

Edward Teach - 24,411 fics, 74.0% of the total

Stede Bonnet - 22,696 fics, 68.8% of the total

Izzy Hands - 16,627 fics, 50.4% of the total

Lucius Spriggs - 8,228 fics, 25.0% of the total

Jim Jimenez - 5,193 fics, 15.7% of the total

Frenchie - 4,167 fics, 12.6% of the total

Oluwande - 4,165 fics, 12.6% of the total

Percentage deviation is following the same trend as last time, with Izzy appearing in a slightly higher percentage of fics and everyone else in a slightly lower, only the actual "interest" change is even smaller this time - everyone here including Izzy is within at least 2% of where they were last check except Edward who dropped a whole -2.7% overall when he was "only" tagged in 6,638 (67.7%) of the new fics. How will people cope. Jim dropped the least - only -0.3% overall. Anyway interesting news Frenchie has gained prominence and overtaken Oluwande for 6th place by a whole 2 fics, which I enjoy because he was my Revenge crew fave.

Shipping: The Main Couple Math

BlackBonnet is tagged on 20,282 OFMD fics, making it 61.5% of the fandom. Running the otp:true search says that now 13,597 fics and 41.2% of all OFMD content is BlackBonnet with no side pairings at all.

Taking SteddyHands into account - 1,240 of those fics are also tagged with SteddyHands, making it 6.1% of BlackBonnet and (if you exclude them) putting BlackBonnet at 19,042 fics and 57.7% of the fandom.

7,190 fics under the Izzy Hands character tag are tagged BlackBonnet - which is 43.2% of all his tagged fics, and 21.8% of all fics. SteddyHands is also tagged on 1,150 of those, so excluding it brings us to 36.3% of “Israel Hands” fics / 18.3% of OFMD fics are tagged with BlackBonnet + “Israel Hands” and NOT SteddyHands.

BlackBonnet continues to leave notably more of the pie than last time available for other ships and characters, which is still objectively a good thing even for most people who love the ship. It's not hurting for attention, but it's getting closer to the high end of reasonable dominance vs the level where authors writing side character ships are legitimately hard to find. A healthy fandom will often have the main pairing below 50%. SteddyHands is still super niche in comparison.

Shipping: Everyone Else

Edward/Izzy - 3,982 under "Israel Hands", 4,260 (12.9%) total

Edward/Izzy (SteddyHands excluded) - 2,826 under "Israel Hands", 3,017 (9.1%) total

Edward/Stede/Izzy - 2,567 under "Israel Hands", 2,806 (8.5%) total

Stede/Izzy - 2,229 under "Israel Hands", 2,404 (7.3%) total

Stede/Izzy (SteddyHands excluded) - 1,167 under "Israel Hands", 1,262 (3.8%) total

Lucius/Izzy - 1,535 under "Israel Hands", 1,705 (5.2%) total

And in non-Izzy ships, Stizzy did make notable gains post-S2 and has passed up Black Pete/Lucius and Oluwande/Jim in total fics for the first time (though only with SteddyHands tagged fics included in the count) - likely due to a combination of canon decisions made in S2.

Black Pete/Lucius - 2,302 (7.0%) fics. 72.7% of these are also tagged BlackBonnet. Excluding BlackBonnet leaves 628 (1.9%) fics.

Oluwande/Jim - 1,933 (5.9%) fics. 68.2% of these are also tagged BlackBonnet. Running otp:true leaves 360 (1.1%) fics.

BlackHands has actually gone down the slightest bit by overall percentage and brought SteddyHands down with it, though it is impossible to accurately track SteddyHands fics that are tagged as component pairings alone vs the throuple tag. This makes sense with how Izzy fans have branched further into negligible Izzy ships such as Izzy/Frenchie in the wake of S2. Both non-Izzy ships also went down, but this is probably related to both being more heavily featured in S1 and still mostly riding those numbers (especially Oluwande/Jim who canonically broke up in S2).

Honestly I think I'm both surprised it's not more active with the well timed new content and surprised that everything is still so consistent. It confirms some minor suspected trends, but mostly just looks like an even less dramatic deep hiatus update.

Oh and also slight disclaimer - I have exactly one person muted on AO3 and I think they've written for OFMD and it would have excluded their fics, so my sourced counts may be off by extremely small numbers contributed by one author? Idk exactly how AO3 handles that in the fic search interface.

#our flag means death #ao3 #statistics are good and fun #izzy hands ofmd #stede bonnet ofmd #blackbeard ofmd #ofmd meta #shipping #my meta #ladyluscinia

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heejayy · 2 years ago

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Miss me, kiss me

Warning • vaguely mentions death, making out, a little suggestive

Genre • fluff

Pairing • Shuri x Black Reader

Wc • 1.1k

It's been about a year since Wakanda went to war with those blue skin bandits; you stayed with Shuri for a few months after to make sure she was okay before returning home to attend school. You haven't seen your baby in almost four months. Four months may not seem like much to the average person, but it felt like an eternity to you. Especially given the state you left her in; she seemed to be fine, but you could tell she wasn't, who would be after someone murdered your mother unprovoked? You worried about her all day and night, counting down the days until you could hold her again.

Because spring break was approaching, she planned to fly you back to Wakanda.

"Good morning, beautiful, I hope you have a wonderful day today. Call me when you have a chance, I love you!" You finished the voice message and sent it. You jumped into bed, grabbing your bonnet from your drawer, when your phone dinged. That was fast.

"Hey, baby, I'm about to leave for the lab, and you should be sleeping right now, so why are you awake?" You giggled as you texted her an explanation for why you were up so late.

You sat your phone down to charge when you hear a disturbance in your living room while lazily searching for something to watch; startled, you stare out into space, waiting for it to happen again. It did.

"What the hell?" You crept out of bed, grabbing a bat from your closet and making your way to the living room.

“Hello?! Just to let you know I'm armed!" Wow that’s intimidating… You crouched out of your room, holding the metal weapon tightly in your hands, as the wood floor boards creaked beneath your bare feet.

"Oh, that's so scary," a sarcastic voice said from the darkness, scared of who it was you swung but hit nothing.

“Bast! Put that down before you hurt yourself!!" You paused taking a minute to recognize the voice after clearly hearing it.

“Shuri?!” You felt the wall for the light switch blindly until you found it. When the lights turned on, it revealed a smiling Shuri clutching an arrangement of flowers. You lowered the bat with a swirling mass of emotions coursing through you.

"Jesus Shuri, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" , "I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to surprise you."

"Well, you did!" you said brightly, staring into her gorgeous brown eyes. "C’mere you big dope," you ran up to her swinging your arms around her neck.

“Wait baby what are you doing here?”

“Well I’ve come to see my girl, is that a crime?” You shook your head with a big goofy smile.

“Ah here these are for you” you smiled taking the flowers, “they’re beautiful sweetie.” You grabbed a vase from your cabinet filled it with water, placing the flowers in and centered them on the counter.

“Come on, come to my room let’s cuddle.”

She stripped down to her boxers and sports bra jumping in bed with you, wanting to give her your full attention you turned the tv off.

“So tell me my love how’ve you been?” With a sigh she laid her head on your chest taking a minute to think.

“I’ve been ok-“

“Shuri” you said firmly knowing she’s holding back.

“Fine, I’ve been…” she huffed “I’ve been better than usual but I still have my bad days, sometimes I can handle it sometimes I break down. But I’ve been working on it I promise” she reassured you in the end hoping she didn’t worry you too much.

“Oh my baby that’s normal it hasn’t been long since- well since the incident, but you’re getting through this and I’m proud of you” she looked up at you and smiled.

“Thank you usana, thank you for being here for me.” You kissed her forehead stroking her cornrows.

“So what else have you been up to?” You asked wanting to get her mind off the past for now.

“Missing you like crazy” she looked up at you with a wide grin, you giggle booping her nose.

“I missed you more.”

Not wanting to waste this moment Shuri rose up from your chest and straddled your lap. “How much did you miss me baby?” She asked biting her bottom lip. “Mmm I missed you a lot” you hummed softly rubbing your hands on her hips, she looked down at you taking her tatted hand and cupped your face.

“A lot you say, you wanna show me how much?” You nodded grinning.

She leaned down connecting your lips, it was soft and sweet then gradually became more filled with hunger and lust. Your grip on her moved from her hips to her firm thighs, as you gave them a light squeeze she slowly began to grind on you.

“Mmhh baby I missed this” you confessed between kisses, she hummed in agreement. Shuri suddenly pulled apart and your lips instantly missed the feeling of hers, “what’re doin?” You asked confused.

“Just wanted to take in your beauty that’s all” you poked your bottom lip out pouting at her sweet words.

“You’re so sappy” you giggled, she rolled her eyes mimicking your giggles “you like it.”

“That I do” you pulled her back down kissing her soft lips again, you couldn’t get enough and she knew it. She loved it when you went crazy over her. As your lips moved in sync you sucked on her bottom lip before giving it a little nibble, causing her to let out a small whimper.

“Usana you know that’s my weakness” you chuckled taking your nails and softly dragging them down the back of her neck, her eyes fluttered shut as she arched a bit, before giving you a teasing glare.

“I know” you whispered against her lips. She playfully rolled her eyes leaving a few extra pecs against your lips before sliding off you.

She smiled as she touched her swollen lips “bast only knows how much I truly love you usana” you smiled looking over at her in awe.

“Awe my sweet love, I love you more.”

“Impossible” she smiled. You two laid there in comfortable silence staring up at the ceiling as you both enjoyed each others company. Nothing in the world could match this feeling.

“Did i tell you I’m glad you’re here?” She turns to look at you with the most loving adorned look in her eyes.

“I’m glad I’m here too.”

#Shuri fluff #x black reader #shuri x black!fem reader #shuri x black!reader #lesbian #letitia wright shuri #shuri udaku #black panther wakanda forever #Shuri x reader

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