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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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[iowavampz]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱🌿

You and elliot try molly together and start to get in the mood

pairing - Elliot x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, drugs, smut, fluff kinda

It was after school, and you were walking with Maddy and Kat. “I don't know why Nate is such a dick," Maddy said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, he's super weird,” Kat said. "To be honest, I wish I had never dated him; it was the worst experience of my life," she muttered.

As you were about to chime in on the conversation, you got a text notification on your phone. It was from Elliot . You two had been hanging out outside of school in secret and had been communicating for a few weeks. “Meet me by my car at 5." "Who was that?” Maddy asks.

You quickly turned your phone off. "Oh, just my mom. I gotta go." You hugged Maddy and Kat, then scurried off before you were asked any other questions.

As you were walking to the parking lot, you immediately saw Elliot . He was lighting a cigarette. You smiled and walked over to him. "Hey," you said with a smile. "Hey,” he muffled the cigarette in his mouth.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” you said, leaning on the side of his car. “Oh yeah,” Elliot said while coughing. “Look what I got,” he said, pulling a bag with four pills out of his pocket. “It’s Molly. You in?” he said, smirking. “Fuck yeah,” you said, smirking back.

When you arrived at his house with Elliot , you got out of the car. He opened the door to his house. He bowed his head and curtsied, saying, "Ladies first." "Why thank you, good sir?" you chuckled. He laughed, and he followed you inside. You were grabbed by Elliot's hand as he brought you upstairs to his room. When he held your hand, something in your stomach churned, but you chose  to ignore it.

Elliot shut his door and laid down like a starfish on his bed. His place smelled like a combination of cocaine and marijuana. He was lying next to you as you lay on the bed. He looked to his left to observe you. "Have you done this before?" Elliot asked. "No, have you?" you asked, looking up at him. Nope. It's the first time for everything, right?" He asked as he stood up. You chuckled quietly.

Elliot took his laptop off the floor and pulled the bag of pills out of his pocket. He took a card off the bedside table and started to crush the molly. You sat up on his bed and watched his movements, then his lips, then back to his movements. ‘Pull it together, y/n.’ you said in your head.

"Done, there." Elliot took two straws out of his pillow case and gave you one. He said, "Here." He laid his laptop's lines of Molly down on the bed. As you kneeled in front of the lines, you exchanged glances. “Are you ready?  " he asked.You said, "Yes." After plugging one nostril hole and holding your straw, you both sniffed the lines.

After you guys were done, you and Elliot both laid on the bed, waiting for the molly to hit. For 10 minutes, you asked, “Do you feel anything?”. “Nah”. he said  You could feel a wave of euphoria slowly pass through your body as you let out a deep breath. You looked at Elliot and could see it was hitting him too. "Fuckkk,” Elliot said in a relaxing tone. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you noticed that you were blinking very slowly. Your heart started to slow down.

“Y’know y/n. Your very fucking pretty,” Elliot said while smlling. “Shut up!" you said with a big smile. “No, I'm serious,” Eltiot said, sitting up from his bed. He grabbed your jaw with both of his hands. His left thumb stroked your cheek, and he came closer. “You really are fucking pretty. Beautiful, I might say," Elliot whispered with a low voice.

He glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes. He came in closer. Your breath hit your throat, and your heart rate quickened. Elliot came closer to your lips and kissed you hard. You kissed back and pulled him in closer. “Is this okay?” he said. You nodded yes. “No I need words baby”  “yes” you said breathing heavily. He smirked. Elliot’s lips moved further. 

He pushed your shirt upwards. He stroked his tongue across your skin till you shook, kissing reverently and tenderly at every newly exposed spot of skin, including your stomach and breasts. While he was doing that, you stripped all your clothes off. You looked back up to see Elliot shirtless with his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lips in horniness. “You like what you see,” he said with a low voice while smirking. You nodded while biting your lips.

 Elliot climbed over you and continued to kiss you going down and started to kiss your jaw to your neck, leaving hickeys. You started to moan as he went down to your pussy. “Fuckk” you moaned, biting your lips. He slowly started to lick your clit up and down, leaving you a moaning mess. He put his finger in his mouth to get them wet.

 Elliot  then slowly started to play with your clit. You arched your back and bit your lip. He shoved his fingers in your wet pussy. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want," he said, causing you to clench around his fingers with his smooth voice. He gave me another clit kiss. This time, his lips touched your flesh directly, causing me to moan louder. Your juices were visible on his smooth, pink lips. 

“Uhhh fuck Elliot. I'm about to cum.” As soon as you said that, Elliot pulled away. His lips and chin wet from your juices. You groaned in frustration. “The only time you're cumming is on my dick.” he said, smirking. He pulls away from you by pulling his boxers off. Your eyes widen as you see his cock pop out of his boxers, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you for even a single second.  

At least spits on his hand and strokes his dick for a few times while making eye contact. Elliott taps his dick on your pussy. “Are you ready for me baby?” he asked. “Yes Elliot. Please fuck me.” you said almost whining.  He took hold of your face and raised it. He kissed you once more and teased your entrance, saying, " good girl."  He allowed you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting inside of you. "You're so fucking tight Y/n ," he moaned. 

He repeatedly thrust slowly till you gave him a little nod in agreement. He began to rock his hips more rapidly. As he fucked you, neither of you cared to cover up your groans. He clawed your hips while you clawed at his back. 

“Fuck I can't get enough of you y/n .” he said putting his head back. You bit your lips in pleasure while gripping his sheets. His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already. Elliot kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to 𝑒𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.

You felt the rush of excitement again after a few more thrusts. You loudly moaned his name as you leaned your back towards him. Your toes curl, and you pull yourself out of the kiss with a loud moan. He has to wrap his arm around your back to keep you standing as your climax tears through you, all the while his thumb and hips moving in the same direction. "I swear to God, Elly. “Shit, baby. God”. Elliot continues to push himself over the edge with the same thrusts, lowering his head to the back of your neck. “Fuck im gonna-” Elliot pulls out and cums in on your stomach. “Ugh fuckk Y/n.” 

You both are now breathing heavily. Elliot gets off you and walks to the bathroom. ‘Where's he going?’ you wonder. Elliot comes back with a rag and wipes you off. He throws it into the dirty clothes and lays down beside you. 

 “You feel like a fucking drug Y/n” “what do you mean?” you asked him. “I mean ever since I met you. I feel a relaxed and calm, I feel weird when i’m not around you and if were being honest, your the only person I fuck with. What I'm trying to say is, I like you Y/n.” 

You immediately smiled from what he said. "I like you too Elly." Elliot smiled and kissed you, you kissed back. After cuddling in his bed, you could feel your eyes getting low while falling to sleep. Sleeping in Elliot's arms. 

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[mjlovescm]

Two green thumbs, Fezco O'Neil

a/n: another super old oneshot idea finally set free from brain !! Reader and Fezco’s love for gardening and making each other sandwiches 

From a young age, you knew you had a green thumb. Whether it was playing in dirt at the park or watching seeds grow for school projects. Plants, seeds, fruits, vegetables and, of course, dirt were all things you knew very well. So when your school started a gardeners club, you were first in line, but after disagreements ending in mud slinging and foul words, you left. By force. 

But that didn't stop you, and not too long after, a second gardening club was formed with you as its sole member. That was before a certain ginger haired boy saw you struggling with carrying around a few large bags of soil. 

"Fuck!" you cursed a bit loudly then you should have for a school hallway.

"You good?"

You turned around with an irritated expression, expecting a member of your previous club behind you. Instead, it was a boy from your math class. The cute, smart one who always raised his hand and wore a gold chain. 

"You need help?"

You nod, breathing heavier than you realized. 

"Grab that end, and I'll grab this one." 

The suggestion is shot down by the freckled boy, insisting on carrying it himself. 

"Yea, these bags heavy as shit." He told you as he lifted the bag over his shoulder. 

You laugh and a small smile breaks through his concentrated expression. 

"I know I've been moving them all by myself."

"I thought y'all had a whole club of people." he asked, curious as to why you were doing this alone. 

The mention of the original gardening club sent you down a spiral, which you unloaded on the boy. As he moved bag after bag of soil, you went on and on. Complaining about changing club hours, disorganized meetings and not considering the weather. It wasn't until he dropped the last bag that you realized you'd been rambling. 

"I get that, my grandma likes to do her own things too." 

His lifting left his skin with a light layer of sweat, to make up for his help, you offer him water and half of your packed lunch. 

"Mm, this is good." a content noise leaves him. "Where'd you get it?"

The compliment makes you smile in a giddy way that's hard to hide. 

"I made it myself" you gloat, "and grew it. The tomatoes and lettuce, I mean."

Together, you ate for a few minutes before getting to work on the soil. After grabbing himself a pair of gloves, the boy joined in. After an hour of hard work, it was time to go home. You both grabbed your bookbags and walked to the front of the school, where an older woman and a baby were waiting. Goodbyes were exchanged and he left.

As his grandmother drove away, you continued your wave and smile, only now remembering the redhead's name. Fezco. 

Years later and the tradition of having lunch with Fezco never died, and neither did the two of you's love for gardening. 

It was a nice spring day, warm and cool. You walked up to Fezco's door with a basket in hand, yet before you could knock, Ashtray swung the door open. 

"Checking my location again?"

It wasn't the first time Ash had been prepared for you coming over. His love for video games made him detest getting up in the middle of  one to open the door for you if Fez was busy. So he watched your location and knew when to take a bathroom break so he could get the door for you. 

"Nice dress." he ignores the question. 

"Thank you, I got it at the mall." you tell him, walking into their home.

It was a blue dress that greatly complimented your figure, it was scattered with flowers and paired with simple blue shoes. 

"Yea, when yall didn't take me."

"It was a date." 

He slips his headphones back on and returns to his gaming chair and game. 

You find your boyfriend in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. His blue eyes meet your brown ones as he finishes drinking the leftover milk. He chokes for a moment seeing you, you both jump before rushing for a paper towel to clean the milk that spilled. 

"Damn, baby, you scared me."

"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you." a beat of silence. "Surprise. Well, actually, we have to drive to the surprise."

After a quick outfit change and second bowl of cereal, you two were in the car and on the way to his surprise. The ride is short but filled with conversation and Fezco's questions on where you were leading him and what you had in store. 

"Close your eyes."

Although you're dead serious, he looks at you as if you just told him a bad joke. But after adding a "please" and "baby" he folded.

"You better not make me trip," Fez warns as you guide him, being his eyes. "I'm not tryna fall in front of all these people."

"You're not gonna fall." you assure him, "But I will if your big feet keep kicking me."

"My fault." he apologizes as if his hands weren't currently blocking his view.

It took a minute but once you found your way there you placed Fezco in front of the two garden plots and instructed him to open his eyes. 

"Surprise!" you yell and watch his hands leave his face.

At first, he's confused, understandable. The same way anyone looking at two plots of soil would be. 

Many times, Fezco had told you of his ideal future. A family, a farm and his own land. Although your family was made up of the two of you and Ash. And the land was technically owned by the community garden, it was a small start. Since leaving school to take care of his grandmother and Ashtray, your boyfriend was limited to your garden only, and now he had his own. 

Kisses cover your face and "Thank you baby."'s fill your ears. Fezco's large arms hold you tight and close as he showers you in love and gratitude. 

Once he released you from his grasp, you gave Fezco a full tour of the entire community center. From its large garden and outdoor space, library, and list of hobbies and clubs. When you made your way back to the plots, he was ready to start planning his future plant layout. 

Two and a half months later... It was a hot summer day, overly sunny but saved by strong winds and few clouds. Fezco was returning home with dirty hands and fresh vegetables. After a good wash and cut, he pulled out his phone, taking a picture and sending it to you.

"You hungry? I'm making lunch." he speaks his words out loud as he types them.

He hits send and waits for a response before bringing all of his sandwich ingredients out. Not too long after you arrived at the O'Neil residence, he seated you at the dinner table and asked you to close your eyes. When they open, you're met with a fresh BLT and a smile waiting for your approval. 

"What's this?"

"Try it, tell me what it tastes like. I made it," a beat, "and grew it. The lettuce and tomato, I mean." 

"I know what you mean." 

You lift the hefty sandwich and take a large bite. A content noise leaving you as the rich flavor meets your tongue. Nodding as you chew, Fezco watches you enjoy the fruits or well vegetables of his labor, remembering the little girl who rambled on about dirt.

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♬♪♫𝓦𝓗𝓞 𝓘 𝓦𝓡𝓘𝓣𝓔 𝓕𝓞𝓡♫ ♪♬

Adrian Chase- peacemaker

Nathan young- misfits

Any of the Gallagher siblings except for Liam, Debbie platonic only for Ian- shameless

Bob Floyd- top gun maverick

Georgie cooper- young Sheldon

Daniel larusso- karate kid

Johnny Lawrence - karate kid

The greasers-the outsiders (anyone under 18 will only be fluff or platonic)

The pogues- obx (platonically or fluff)

Hughie Campbell- the boys

Fezco- euphoria



This list can always be added to

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— 𝐒𝐎𝐒. 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WORDS FROM KAM: I just want to thank all of your for 100+ followers! It has been so much fun writing for you all and I greatly appreciate the support! So now I hope you all enjoy this milestone event!!

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WARNINGS: some of these works will have mature content so minors Dni! I will label the ones that are sfw and nsfw, happy reading and thank you all so much again!

Here is SZA’s full SOS album in case you wanna listen to it however you want </3

NO.1 - SOS.

MDNI !

I CAN DO YOU BETTER [feat!] hobie brown

Lyrics : bestfriend!hobie x black fem reader, readers ex on the phone, fingering, hobie being evil </3, use of names like: doll, pretty thing, princess, cunnilingus, cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol use, bit of a slow burn

Summary: Your bestfriend hobie comforts you after getting broken up over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved.

NO. 2 - KILL BILL.

MDNI !

Come Back Darlin feat! [feat!] rue Bennett

Lyrics : ex!rue x fem!black reader, mentions smoking, makeout session, rue being slightly sappy, thigh riding, being almost caught by Gia, fluff at the end </3, cursing

Summary: you broke up with rue because her addiction was too concerning and you felt as though she would never change no matter what you said to her. After an argument you broke up, though as weeks then months passed rue started to realized your her drug. The strongest there fuckin is.

NO. 3 - SEEK & DESTROY.

BULLSEYE [feat!] assassin Toji x fem!black reader

Lyrics: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing.

Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars. Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything.

NO. 4 - LOW.

SHOW OFF [ feat!] 42!miles x fem!blackreader

Lyrics: miles being protective of you as per usual, jealousy themes, cursing, rio being suspicious, slight angst then fluff, reader being worried for miles, miles spoiling reader, slight suggestiveness

Summary: you found out that miles was the prowler, and assured him you would still want to be with him despite what he does as a ‘job’. But because you know he makes your relationship a secret, so that not even uncle Aron would know.

NO. 5 - SMOKING ON MY EX PACK.

MDNI !

F*CK OFF [ feat!] suna x fem!black reader

Lyrics: atsumu being a dick, angst to fluff, smoking, stoner suna, skipping school, alottt of cursing, fighting between atsumu n suna, suna being a sweetheart to reader, cheating themes, mentions of a abusive relationship between atsumu and reader

Summary: After a long awaited break up with a toxic atsumu, you struggle to love yourself again. So your old friend comes to ease your mental pain, and real ease some tension.

NO. 6 GOOD DAYS.

MDNI !

MY HEART [ feat!] ? x fem!black reader (it’s a surprise <33)

Lyrics: ? being an absolute sweetheart, use of vibrator, slight age gap, reader is in her late 20’s and ? is in her early 30’s, cunnilingus, edging, aftercare, use of names: Honey, princess, sweetheart, baby

Summary: ? met you one day at a concert and couldn’t take her eyes off your cute outfit for the whole show, after getting your insta, meet ups begin to happen in discreet locations and reserved buildings before turning into stays in her penthouse.

[cierraonline]

The Girl Is Mine Podcast

What is it like dating a Kardashian, when your music represents you despise everything about the Kardashian family, specially Kim Kardashian?

Reality x Podcast

COMING SOON....

[keraxxx]

You’re Perfect

Maddy x Black Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, teasing, unedited work(sorry for any errors or if something doesn’t make sense)

Summary: You’ve had your eye on Maddy for a long time and she has had her eye on you. Not only does she find you pretty, she wants to fuck you.

~~~~~

When you had first saw Maddy, you instantly knew she was your soulmate or something. She was practically perfect, starting from her personality alone. The kind-bitchy act she did always seemed to turn you on. You almost want to touch yourself thinking about how she performs her cheer routines, swaying her hips along side Cassie, her perfect slim hands sliding up her body like a snake. Every time you walked past, Nate would be there. Obviously you would expect her to look at Nate, But she stares at you with her pretty little alluring eyes. You snap out of your trance as soon as Rue snaps her fingers in your face.

“Hellooo? Earth to y/n.” She laughs and stares at Jules raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah what are we talking about?” you talk still staring at Maddy, her body.. her hair.. everything about her it’s almost like she seducing you. It’s almost like she’s not just dancing to practice.. just to turn you on. You look at Jules and Rue practically rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Interesting.. “ Jules said laughing. You flicked her off and turned your full attention to the couple.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“You want to come over tonight? Jules and I were gonna have a movie marathon…” Rue raised an eyebrow after she abruptly stopped and looked behind you. You turned around and saw Maddy towering over you. “Hey y/n… um i know we don’t talk much but..” she stops and grabs your wrist. Maddy takes a pen that was sitting on the table and starts writing numbers on your arm.

“Call me and we can hang out.. or study.. or.. Yeah!” she licks her lips winking and walks away to get back to her group of cheer friends. You cock your head slightly at Jules and Rue. “I’ll be busy tonight.”

~~~~~~~~

You were in the bathroom, fixing your curly hair , adding a bit of oil to your scalp when a buzzing sensation ran through the counter and you washed your hands to pick up your phone. You scroll up and see a notification from Maddy?

- Maddy💋: Don’t ask how or why but… i’m at your front door.✔️✔️

-Huh?? 😰

Delivered is the only thing you see before a knock lands at the door. It’s almost pounding, like it’s urgent.. You quickly scrunch your hair with a towel to prevent droplets from dripping down your shirt. You walk to the door and open it all the way. “I see no cars out front. You’re all alone?” She says rapidly turning her phone in her hands. “Yeah.. my parents are out of town..” You smirked and let Maddy walk in.

As soon as you lock the door, Maddy’s hands rest on your shoulders, turning you around. “Now y/n.. I see you staring everyday. What’s up with that?” She bit her lip and her hand slid up your arm. “I- uh…” Your mouth goes dry.

“What’s wrong with you? You look so nervous.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m um.. i’m sorry??” Maddy looks at your eyes, exactly the same way you had been doing with all her cheer practices. “Calm down Y/N.” she giggled at your face.“Let’s watch a movie yeah?” You laughed and dragged her to your bed.

~~~~~

Weeks passes and you and Maddy were getting closer. You could tell Nate was jealous, the fact that every time you walked past him he would glare at you like you had a third eye right in the middle of your forehead. Or maybe it was because Maddy keeps on blowing off Nate to hang out with you.

Your head rested between Maddy’s thighs as she braided your curls back, just playing with your hair. You groaned slightly as her phone keep ringing. “Okay Maddy- What- why do you do that?” You grabbed her hand and laced her fingers with yours. “Blow off Nate? Well his dick isn’t big enough.” She joked and you rolled your eyes. You scooted towards the edge of your bed, leaving a empty gap between the both of you. “I’m being serious. Like why choose me over him.”

“Because i like you. Can i not like the special beautiful y/n?” Maddy crawled towards you on her hands and knees teasingly. She grabs the side of your face. “You don’t understand how you make me feel..” she paused and her hand slowly made its way down to your shirt, playing with your bra strap. “How many times i’ve thought about you in bed.”

You groaned as her lips got closer to yours, your hot breath fanning over her face. “Can i?” she questions and you nodded eagerly. Maddy’s lips slammed into yours as her hand kneaded your breast in her soft hands. She hummed a tune to herself as she slowly made her way down to your pants. She slowly pulled them down as she looked up at your flustered face. "Do you enjoy this baby?" her tone made you throw your head back in pleasure. "Fuck.. keep going please Maddy."

She giggles to herself and looked into your eyes as she teases her way into your underwear, pulling at the band and the slight sting ran through your body. “Oh god Maddy-“ you gasped as she slid your panties to the side, her fingers teased your entrance. Without any warning, she slammed her digits into you, pounding in and out. Your moans and whimpers were music to her ears.

“Please please please- Ngh-“ your hands gripped Maddy’s shoulders, indenting them. You rested against her, her mouth next to your ear.

“You’re so pretty.” she moaned. “You’re perfect”

A knot started forming in your stomach as Maddy continued assaulting you and your pussy. “Mhmm.. cum for me.” She smirked, kissing the side of your face as you yelped, liquid falling down Maddy’s fingers.

She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them till they were clean. “You taste so good.” she teased. You laid back on your bed to catch your breath.

“My pretty girl.” she giggled.

[biggest-delulus]

Drunk in love

not my gif

enemies to lovers

Nate Jacobs x black fem!reader

Warnings: Consumption of Alcohol, Alcoholism

Part 1

The party

Nate is friends with your friend Amiyah and you absolutely hate him with your guts. Amiyah asks you to go to a party with her and you say yes not knowing the person you hated the most was going to be there.

When you guys arrive you head to the kitchen to get a drink while Amiyah heads to the backyard. When you get in the kitchen you see another friend of yours. "Hey, I didn't know you were going to be here." She says giving you a drink. "Yeah I got asked to come." You say back taking a sip of your drink.

You and your friend start a random conversation before Nate walks into the kitchen drunk grabbing a bottle of alcohol and walking to the backyard pushing past you and your friend. "That boy has a drinking problem." You say. "Yeah he really does." Your friend says.

After a few minutes you decide to go to the backyard where everyone else is. When you get to the backyard you see Amiyah talking to Nate who’s not even paying attention to her. You sigh deeply making a face at her. She looks at you and gestures you to come over to where she is. You take a deep breath before walking over to her.

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐨𝐰 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦“

Inspo: SZA - Low Miguel - Come Through And Chill Drake - Jaded

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There is always a purpose to the chaos...

Warnings: Drugs (weed), smut, Sub!Maddy Perez, Dom!reader, oral (Maddy receiving), fingering, and angst.

Words: 1841

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Maddy got all info she could on you.

It might be a bit crazy that after such a short kiss, she was already trying to know so much about you. But she finally understood what all the hype was about. She’d finally been given a fragment of what could be felt with you.

A lot of the information gathered was surrounded by a lot of smoke and mirrors. She wanted to trust people’s words about you, but all she knew was that you liked to keep things on the low. If that be hookups, your habits, or what you were doing in a day. No one knew what truly went on. The only thing confirmed was your hookups from the multiple girls that came to school gossiping about it. With the select few sobbing over how you didn’t even care to let them down gently. And judging by Cassie's quiet and tense aura, that was also true.

But you were also right about Maddy being able to get your number so easily. Only having to ask Lexi, who warned her of what may happen if she followed through on meeting up with you or doing anything with you honestly.

And Maddy knew she was right and should take some time to consider what she would do. But then she was reminded of your lips. How soft they were and fitted so perfectly with hers, Your warm hands that had gripped her waist so firmly. The sound of your voice, so soft and so elicit with what you had spoken to her.

She needed it all, even if was for one night.

So, Maddy searched the busy crowd of teenagers. Moving through the smoke-filled room with the soft and sensual music that had triggered couples or horny kids to dance and grind against one another. Making Maddy the unfortunate girl, who had to move through the crowd and be subjected to people's indiscretions. Walking through that minefield of horny teens wasn’t great. Maneuvering around kids grinding with their partners or hookups for the night when she was just trying to look for you.

When she finally reached the clearing of the living room, she found you standing beyond the threshold of the sliding doors leading to the backyard. You were sharing a joint with who she guessed was one of your friends. A carefree smile on your lips with your breaths bellowing into the cool night of the incoming winter.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put in the nine-digit contact she had memorized before placing it to her ear. And she watched that after a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and frowned. Placing it to your ear and saying, “Hello?”

“You were right. Getting your number was easy,” Maddy stated, watching your lips widen in a large grin. “I can come out if you want.”

“Nah, that won’t be needed.” Turning around, you found Maddy standing at the door with a smile. “Find us a room. If you can’t, I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”

That was more than enough for Maddy to hang up and go rushing to find the sanctuary you would explore and devour her whole.

And it was truly something sickening that Maddy felt in herself with the urgency she experienced. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the chase. The chase brought thrill which then in return gave back the outcome she would only dream about. Yet, there was something revolting with how much she’d been interested in the prospect you delivered. But she couldn’t ignore the side of her that needed this. That needed something to fulfill her, even if it came short of intimate.

Finding the room, she barely had a second before she was pushed inside. A yelp slipped past her lips, but that was interrupted when she was swung around, your lips slamming against hers. The kiss was instant and all bars were destroyed dividing the both of you. What was once the adrenaline was simmering to a steady and bubbling feeling of lust. It clung to the tips of Maddy’s fingers as she explored every inch of your flesh. Searching for something that she could hold onto and mistake this experience for a figment of her imagination.

Your guys' tongues clash against one another and explore one another entirely. You broke the kiss to nip at Maddy’s neck. Slowly moving her back just enough until she was sat at the edge of the bed. Leaning down and kissing her softly, fingers working quickly with her denim jeans. Maddy understood entirely, quickly breaking apart to relieve herself from her shirt to taste your lips once more. Once you shimmied her jeans to the middle of her thighs, you began your descent.

"Y/n," she breathed, chest heaving out air as you moved down her body calculatingly. Lips kissing and teeth nipping at whatever chunk of space you could. Your hands slipped under her bra to softly kneed and caress her tits. The texture of your calloused hands caused Maddy’s heart to pound loudly against her ribcage.

Your lips trailed down her stomach, kissing and sucking softly at her flesh with your eyes focused on her features. Watching her face twist and contort in displays of pleasure. Shimming the rest of her pants from around her ankles, discarding them to the other side of her room, you grabbed her hips and tossed her further onto the bed. A laugh fell from her lips, making a sliver of your desire-filled gaze crack, a tiny smile appearing on your lips. But it was short when your eyes found the lace panties she wore. The black pair of panties that clothed her heat were discarded soon after to join the quickly growing pile of clothes.

Maddy sat up on her forearms, watching you softly kiss the inside of her thighs. The feeling of your tongue running stripes up her trembling legs ripped a hum from deep within her chest. “Always wanted to do this with you.” And your words were accompanied by two of your fingers pressing past her fluttering entrance. A grin formed on your lips at how easy it was to slip inside.

The confession was forgotten with Maddy moaning, head rolling back with your tongue lapping her slit. Lips comfortably wrapping around her clit where you sucked and flicked your tongue sensually. Maddy’s body was on fire with her chest rising and falling rapidly, but you looked calm. Your eyes ever so often closed with a low hum vibrating through your chest at the taste of her until you would refocus on her. Not wanting to miss out on any detail that came to the forefront.

But Maddy didn't care much about what she looked like anymore. If she was a drooling or sobbing mess, none of it matter to her. One of her hands grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer. Needing more if even possible.

The growing knot in her stomach tightened with each flick of your tongue against her bundle of nerves and thrust inside her. Moans and choked whimpers fell from her lips with her fingers curling and grabbing a handful of your hair. Her legs beginning to twitch, warning you of the impending result of your skills.

"So beautiful," you praised quietly, thumb reaching up to rub the girl's clit. Enjoying the way her body was so responsive to your touch. Her back arched with a cry as you increased the pace. "You are so addictive, Maddy."

Hearing your praise and approval, sent butterflies tickling the inside of her stomach. Enough that she was sure it would help her fly away. And when her orgasm slammed into her, Maddy’s throat closed up as her face scrunched up. Her legs tried to clamp around your head, but you used both your hands to keep them apart. Enjoying the feeling of them shaking under your hold as Maddy moaned loudly, unbothered by the fact many others were downstairs and likely outside the door. There could be many possibilities of who might hear, yet, it didn’t come as a problem to her.

And she was stuck in a state of limbo. You helped her down from the high, but she felt the faint flashes of the aftershock. Unable to contain the shaky laugh that fell from her lips, only for it to be replaced with a moan from the curling of your fingers. Maddy doesn’t think she’ll ever experience a high like this ever again.

Soon enough, the two of you were getting dressed. Well, more so Maddy than yourself–You sat on the edge of the bed smoking a joint. Strands of your afro fall in front of your eyes, making you sweep them out of your face every few dozen seconds.

Maddy glanced over at you, finding you quietly minding your own business. And something about the moment or the isolation from others made her quietly mutter out, “Why have you never dated?” It was enough to make you look up from the joint sitting between the pads of your fingers. “And no, I am not going to try and beg you to date like Cassie. That is some little kid type shit.”

For a moment, a twitch of a grin played on your face. It was only for a moment before you pursed your lips. Shrugging as you said, “Never given it much thought, you know? Why tie myself down to someone who may just end up hurting me or I hurt them?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Waste of my time and energy.”

Something in the way you spoke and your expression shifted made Maddy step closer. Finding the space beside you on the edge of the bed and staring at you curiously. “I think there is more to it,” she said, making you look up. “I think that you have never given it a shot because you have only known the idea of hooking up.”

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Sweeping a few strands of your hair out of your face, you licked your lips and shook your head. “That’s why I’m not with nobody,” you confessed, looking over your shoulder at the girl. “I don’t want to hurt nobody.”

A small smile formed on Maddy’s lips, hands softly cupping your face. “That’s the beauties of love, Y/n,” she muttered. “In every relationship, there is going to be something we do that hurts the other. It’s how the world works. But that doesn’t mean you should section yourself off to meaningless low-profile hookups. You need meaning in your life.”

Sighing, the girl let her hands run down your shoulders and arms. “And no one can help you get there except yourself.” Standing to her feet, she began her departure to the door. Stopping short and turning to you with a gentle look in her eyes. One that you weren’t used to when it came to chicks you hooked up with. “You have my number if you want to give it a shot.”

[slut4megantheestallion]

Kickin Back

Maddy perez x Black!fem reader

Summary: After Maddy and Nate broke up, Y/n and Maddy get high in Y/n's room together and things get a little spicy.

As Maddy was checking herself out in the mirror, Y/n was in her bed smoking a blunt. "He's such a dick Y/n, like the way he is just baffles me." Maddy says to Y/n as she looks in the mirror, feeling insecure about herself.

Y/n and Maddy have been best friends in their pagent years. They were always there for each other until they made it to high school. Y/n hated high school she never really fit in she was under the radar, but that didn't mean she couldn't support her best friend. Maddy was practically popular, I mean, how couldn't she? Maddy was pretty, Y/n admire Maddy and her beauty, she was a cheerleader and gotten new friends. Y/n thought Maddy would be like one of those girls who are popular and ditch her friends for new ones, but she didn't.

Maddy never put Y/n. Last, she was still gonna be there for Y/n whether or not she was popular or not. When Maddy started dating nate, she couldn't stand it.

Maddy didn't want you to feel lonely, so she let you come tag along with her and nate. Y/n wanted to put his hands on Nate so badly, but she couldn't because he's dating her best friend. Y/n and Nate would glance glares at each other, she couldn't stand him and his bitch ass family. But when Maddy and Nate had their first breakup, Y/n wanted to kill him with her own bare hands. She was there when Maddy was depressed and couldn't get out of bed to go to school, Y/n would go to Maddy's house every single day to try and cheer her up.

And it did work eventually, Maddy, but when Nate wanted Maddy back, she instantly got back together with him, Y/n couldn't understand what Maddy saw in Nate. Nate was like Satan in Y/n's eyes.

"Yeah, he was a total dick." Y/n said as she rolled her eyes as she was high off the blunt, not wanting to talk or hear Nate Jacobs.

"He just finds a way to ruin my self confidence, he was so controlling, he never wanted to be my own true self." Maddy says, looking at herself sadly.

"Who cares about what that nigga thinks, he's a white boy with daddy issues, I honestly don't know what you saw in him?" Y/n says in disbelief.

"I just want to get him out of my head and stop thinking about him." Maddy says as she turns around facing Y/n.

Y/n offers Maddy some of her blunt she could calm down. Maddy looks at the blunt and takes it as she inhales and huffs it out.

"I feel more relaxed now." Maddy said as she inhales the blunt slowly as she huffy the smoke in the air as she's face to face to Y/n.

"I told you it would relax you." Y/n said, looking at Maddy seductively as they both look at each others lip.

Y/n kisses Maddy as Maddy kisses her back as they both end up on the bed.

"I've been wanting do that for a long time." Y/n said as she looks at Maddy.

Maddy starts kissing Y/n as Maddy takes off Y/n's shirt, leaving her bra on.

"You're so pretty." Maddy said as she kissed Y/n's neck as she uncle's Y/n bra leaving her bare.

As Maddy and Y/n kisses passionately, Y/n was on top of Maddy bringing her hand caressing her tits but brings her hand lower to her pussy

"Can I touch you?" Y/n says, looking at Maddy for approval. "Yeah." Maddy nods her head 'yes' for Y/n to touch her.

Y/n takes off Maddy's pants and seeing her cum in her pants already.

" You so wet for me, and we just started." Y/n teases maddy.

Y/n insert to fingers inside Maddy making her arch her back as she moans, Y/n didn't know to much about fingering, so she just did whatever felt good.

"Am I doing good?" Y/n questions Maddy.

"Really fucking good." Maddy says as she moans.

"Oh my god, Y/n going to cum." Maddy said as she moans louder.

Maddy cums on Y/n's finger as she pants. Y/n sees the cum on her fingers as she sucks on Maddy's cum looking at her seductively.

"Now it's my turn to please you." Maddy says as she gets on top of Y/n as she takes off her pants and underwear.

Maddy widens Y/n's legs getting in between her legs, Y/n grabs a blunt and lights it as she smokes and huffs it out.

Maddy kisses Y/n's clit, making her moan as she huffs out the blunt. Maddy eats Y/n out a bit more faster than what Y/n expected.

Y/n grabs Maddy hair making her go lower as Y/n moans louder almost about to cum, Y/n had never been pleasures in her life and what makes her happy is that she's being pleasures by her best friend who's been her crush for a very long ass time.

Y/n cums as she pants and felt relieve and relaxed, Maddy gets out between of Y/n's legs, as she comes over and lay down next to Y/n on the bed as they both pant.

"You're right this was relaxing." Maddy says looking at Y/n, Y/n passes Maddy the blunt as Maddy smokes the blunt huffing out the smoke.

"Maddy I want to tell you something." Y/n said as she looks at Maddy.

"That you like me? I have known Y/n for a very long time. And I did, too, but I was too afraid that you didn't see me that way. So, that's why I dated nate." Maddy said, looking at Y/n with so much love in her eyes.

"Yeah, this was really fun, but I really want to be something more that, and if it's too fast for you, we can just be no strings attached." Maddy said.

Y/n kisses Maddy as she cups her face as she lets go of maddy's face, looking at her with a smile.

"Maddy, I would love to be your girlfriend." Y/n says, smiling at Maddy.

Maddy and Y/n lay back in bed, holding hands with each other with so much love in their eyes.

"I have to go home. My mom wants me home before dark." Maddy says as she puts on her clothes.

"Bye." Maddy says, kissing Y/n leaving her room.

Y/n smiles at herself, thinking about Maddy. She was just happy that her wish came true.

[the-crystal-one]

The Crystal One's Master List

Yeaaaaah I know there's not that many stories yet but I don't want yall to like, scurry and try to find them soooo ILL JUST PUT EM HERE

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz x Black Reader (Deja Jones) Part 1 : Here Part 2: Here

HC #1: How did we get here?

Any request for other characters? Let me know!

Euphoria

Fezco x Black Reader (Caramel Bennett) Here y'all Go

Elliot x Black!Fem!Reader (WIP)

Siiiiigh Big Mouth (Judd Birch) X Black reader (Shalene  Foreman-Greenwald) : ...Why would y'all wanna see this? anyway Here

Also in the process of updating so yeah, have fun!

HairSpray (Corny Collins) x Black!Reader (Stubbs Reader)

Mood Board: Here

Nicest Kids in Town!: Always In progress

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 7: Part 2 WIP Suicide Squad

In Progress

[ctrleuphoria]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE

22🎉🎉🎉

@dilfl0v3rss @quintessencewrites @heejayy @inmyheadimobsessed @br4tphobia @mrsspringerslover

[purplechromez]

Hey does anyone have any tips on writing an euphoria fanfic. This is gonna be my first story so don’t really know what to do but I have an idea Ijust need help with storytelling and writing out the characters and their personalities.Also the story is gonna be an x black!reader

ANY HELP WILL BE APPRECIATED THANKSSS💋

[megamindsecretlair]

Make Me Weak, Part 2

Pairing: Sex Therapist!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, mentions of depression, anxiety, and description of sex acts and sexual issues. Hair pulling, PIV, condom use. Power imbalance, Shy!reader. Dark!Terry. Dom!Terry, AU Terry, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some. I'm not a therapist and while I do not make light of therapy, this is purely for my own fun. Please seek real medical attention when necessary.

Summary: You followed Dr. Richmond’s instructions to the best of your ability. You spent so much time in your mind that willingly descending into your body was an experience that opened your eyes to how much you had neglected. Your second session forces you to confront more truths than what you were ready for. 

Terry reaches some conclusions of his own as he tries to shake whatever is ailing him by disappearing between Tasia’s thighs. Yet his mind is on you, on your thoughts and words. During the second session, he can’t help but push you beyond your limit.

Word Count: 5,018k

Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3 Link

A/N: I'n back babbyyyy. I got so inspired reading so many lovely fics. Plus the encouraging asks really helped. I had TOO much fun writing this and you will not hurt my feelings if you don't want to read this one. However, I must tag to keep my taglist updated. Forgive me, my loves. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You

Hot steam rolled out from the shower as you set it to your desired temperature. You faced yourself in the mirror, thinking over Dr. Richmond’s words. You supposed that there was some truth to what he had told you.

Most people did start by exploring their own bodies first. It must be so easy for guys. Close the door, grab some lotion, and rub one out. Girls on the other hand…your life was constantly spent in a state of panic.

Panic that anything on your person would make your mother snap. Harsh criticisms hidden behind “just talkin’ shit” that Black people liked to hide behind. You were too sensitive to jokey-joke with when you weren’t able to reciprocate. It’s not like you could talk about your mom. It’s not like you could throw insults back in her face and tell her to take it in stride.

Panic that you could be caught or exposed at any point. You were a grown woman, yes. You were also taught to believe that you needed to act as if someone was watching. You believed there was some kind of life after all this and so wouldn’t it stand to reason that someone or something would be looking at you? Or worse, someone would come flying through your door because your family lacked boundaries? 

Panic that you didn’t know what lay on the other side of an orgasm. How would you feel? How would you look? Surely something like that changed a person. Feeling that rush of relief for the first time had to be special. Had to be amazing. Otherwise, why would anyone ever be obsessed with sex? 

Panic that you’d never reach that peak and fall over. Never feel that rush of euphoria that everyone talked about. Porn, books, friend groups. You always felt left out and you didn’t want to anymore, dammit. 

You watched yourself in the mirror as steam overtook it, inch by inch. Until you were only staring at your eyes and the disbelief written all over your face. Would this even work? Were you wasting your time? 

“I need total, focused commitment from you.”

Dr. Richmond’s sultry voice skittered along your naked skin. Goosebumps raised on your flesh from the cold air moving through the house. You would be focused. You would be committed. This was something you wanted so badly, you were fucking desperate. 

So you took deep, measured breaths using the Box method a previous therapist told you about. You inhaled for a count of four, held for four, exhaled for a count of four, and then held it for four. You repeated the process, doing a full body scan. 

You focused on your head, starting with your scalp. You focused on your forehead, feeling the tension melt away and your eyebrows start to relax. You hadn’t even realized that you had it scrunched.

You brought your attention to your eyes, unfocusing them, and allowed them to close. You repeated the process, breathing the entire time, settling down into your body when your mind wanted so badly to escape. To flee. To leave the Horrors. 

When you felt your mind drift, you didn’t chastise yourself. You continued to breathe, focusing on your breaths until you continued with your scan. Your body relaxed fraction by fraction. Your shoulders lowered from up around your neck. Aches and pains became more prominent. 

Your belly expanded and you sighed. You hadn’t even noticed how often you clenched your stomach, never allowing yourself a full breath. You always had to be on edge. Never knew where the next danger was coming from. What new fresh hell you would encounter just around the corner. 

By the time you reached your feet, you felt more relaxed than you had in a long time. Your body prickled with your newfound awareness. Steam caressed your bareskin and you quickly hopped in the shower, letting the warm water cascade across your body.

The water felt different on your body. Each droplet may as well have been a tiny earthquake, popping all over your skin and making you tingle. This…wasn’t too bad. 

You lathered up your facial scrub and gently moisturized your face, soothing the stiff areas. Your jaw popped as it loosened and you moaned from the relief. 

How long? How long have you spent outside of your body? A stranger to it? A foreigner to this vessel you carried around? Had you truly loved your body when you were so alien to it? Or had you just learned to layer on the armor and pretend? 

God, you felt like crying. With one session, Dr. Richmond already had you re-thinking your entire life. Like the answer was there in your face the entire time and you just needed him to shine a light on it. 

You rinsed your face while you grabbed a washcloth and lathered up with your favorite soap. You added body wash and then took your time trailing the washcloth around your body. Starting with your neck, you worked your way down to your chest. 

You took your time feeling the rough cloth against your smooth, watery skin. You rounded the washcloth across your nipples and they beaded under the slow torture. Oh, this was new. This was very nice. 

You were focused, letting the water act as a sound machine, lulling you into a further relaxed state. You followed the washcloth with your hand, moving over and under your areolas and nipples. You pinched your nipples and gave it a tug. You gasped from the responding tug in your pussy.

You moved on, remembering Dr. Richmond’s words about not making it sexual. But fuck, how could you not? 

Heat flushed beneath your skin that had nothing to do with the hot water on your body. You washed your back and then moved lower, skirting your throbbing pussy and washed your legs and dug the cloth between your toes. 

On the way up, your fingers glided around your mound, your hips pushing forward. Your breathing turned rapid, feeling yourself getting more and more excited. Your brain turned to mush, retreating from your actions. Like it wanted to picture something else. You shook your head, and started up with your Box breathing again.

You stopped mid-shower to reorient yourself and get yourself back into that zone of ultimate calm. If Dr. Richmond were there…

You focused on what he might say. There was no rush. There was no rulebook for this sort of thing. There was no reason to chastise yourself. There was no test to pass or box you had to check in order to achieve an orgasm. You just needed to relax, dammit. 

Slowly, achingly slow, you went back to that calm. You continued lathering up your body and then rinsed the soap off. You repeated the process, adding more soap to thoroughly wash your body. To enjoy the feel of the cloth and water and soap on your skin. On your body. 

“This is the only body you’ll ever have so it’s time to think beyond simple body maintenance. Admire your body.”

This was the only body you would ever have. It was time you stopped treating it like the enemy. 

You turned off the water and then got out. The chill air hit the water on your back and you shrieked and shivered, quickly drying off. You went through your nightly routine, taking care of your teeth, face, and deodorant. You sat down on a decorated stool in your bathroom to apply your lotion.

As instructed, you looked at your body. Every mole, every scar, every bump, and every wayward hair. Being in your body was weird to say the least. You had to disassociate to survive your childhood and you never learned to drop those defenses. Your body never realized that it wasn't at war anymore. Or perhaps it was and this was battle fatigue. You were so damn tired.

You massaged the lotion into your skin and then slipped in your panties. You pulled on an ankle bracelet you got while visiting New York once and it made you feel extra pretty, so why not. You turned on your bedside light and pulled out a notebook.

You started a new entry and wrote about the sensations and revelations you experienced. Some of it you would discuss with Dr. Richmond and some of it was never leaving your grave. It felt good to get it all out, uninterrupted.

Sometimes, venting to someone else just gave them room to talk over you. To steer the direction back to them. Brooklyn was like that. In an effort to relate, she ended up taking over the convo and made it about her situation. Then you ended up comforting her about her issue and never feeling truly heard about yours.

In a journal however, you pretended that you were just relaying it to a friend. The type of friend who allowed you to speak. To get your jumbled thoughts out without getting mad or trying overshadow you. 

Done, you collapsed against your bed as if every ounce of strength left your body. You breathed through it, allowed your body to rest for a moment. The hell kind of voo-doo shit did your therapist put you through?

Immediately, warning bells went off in your mind. Surely, you would be whisked away to some super important task around the house. Surely, your phone would ring with some awful accident you had to attend to. Surely…nothing. You were drained. You had nothing. 

You had just enough energy to put the journal up, turn off the light, and drift off to the deepest sleep of your life.

Terry

Tasia bounced like a porn star on Terry’s dick and it wasn’t doing a damn thing for him. He felt himself getting soft the more Tasia shuddered with her pleasure. At least one of them was having fun. 

Maybe he rushed this. Too intent on getting you out of his mind that he hopped immediately into Tasia’s warm heat and didn’t consider that there was no substitution. He knew it was irrational to be drawn to you so fast. After only one session. He was conflicted on that front, but it went beyond just looks. 

Your case, your assessments, your willingness to try, and your obvious smarts was a cocktail shooting through his veins and turning his body liquid. The perfect sub was dropped into his lap and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

And as a man used to getting his way in the bedroom, it stuck in his craw that he couldn’t have you. That it wasn’t your pussy that his dick disappeared inside of. Would you moan loudly? Were you shy in the bedroom? Were you enthusiastic? 

What would your mouth look like taking the full length of him? How far down could you suck him? Did that same determination translate to the bedroom?

Tasia grunted beneath him as his dick rose back to life, thoughts of you turning him harder than a brick. He could build a house with how hard he was at the moment, picturing the curves on your body. The natural handles in your waist for his big hands to wrap around. To hold.

He moaned, picturing it all so clearly. His thumbs would dig into your back. The sounds you would make. His hips jerked just thinking of pounding into you. No mercy. You weren’t some fragile flower. Your insightful thoughts were like a mirror to his own. He wanted to explore with you. And the fact that he couldn’t had him pulling Tasia’s hair back.

“Call me Dr. Richmond,” he commanded.

“Yes, D-Dr. Richmond,” Tasia moaned. It was starting to piss him off. 

“Softer,” he said.

“Yes, Dr. Richmond,” she said, bringing her voice lower, softer. It was nowhere near your voice, but it’d do for the fantasy he concocted in his head. He didn’t have time for any extra tricks tonight. He just needed to get to the other side of his nut. 

He closed his eyes and thought about your case. He wondered if you were doing as you were told. He wondered how well you would take commands in the bedroom. If he even had to give commands at all. If you’d instinctively know what he needed when he needed it. Tasia used to know that. Tasia used to have him out of breath. 

Now…she was a beautiful girl with deep mocha skin, a cute face, and wide expressive eyes. She was like a little doe in a meadow somewhere. He was attracted to the overall softness of her and of her body. The natural way she seemed to know what he needed. 

Perhaps it was him that had changed. His tastes. He was no longer interested in a casual sub-relationship. Perhaps he wanted a more permanent sub. One he could explore every single nasty fantasy with and never get bored. He was getting older, getting into his early-thirties without a significant partner.

And that was what he wanted. A partner. An equal. Someone he raced home to see or spent his days thinking about how he would break her and put her back together like a puzzle box. 

Terry groaned and came into the condom, gripping Tasia’s asscheeks for dear life. It was one of the hardest climaxes he ever experienced. His release triggered hers, causing her to fall forward as her pussy gripped his dick. 

He pulled out and immediately disposed of the condom, coming back to help clean up Tasia. 

“That was…different,” she said, using the word in place of something else. He didn’t want his reputation to slacken in that regard, but hell, this whole thing had been a mistake. He still made sure she came twice before he did, but he usually put more oomph into his sexual exploits. 

He usually had Tasia popping her pussy on his face, or contorting her like a pretzel. Now…he was just over it. Over trying to impress someone that wasn’t permanent in his life. That he couldn’t play with whenever he wanted. He was no longer excited at the prospect of making many women cum. He just wanted to make one cum over and over again. He wanted to collect each one like trophies. 

Terry grabbed Tasia’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Forgive me. Tonight should’ve probably been a gym night,” he said. He smiled for good measure, but it was a close-lipped smile.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. That dick still know how to rock my world,” she said. She stood up, pulling on her sweats and sweatshirt, and slipping on her sneakers. He sat down on the bed and watched her, not feeling an ounce of desire. 

She leaned over and grabbed his chin, making him look up at her. “You take care of yourself and whatever or whoever got you in this funk. And if you need more relief, you know my number,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with another close-lipped smile. Tasia had been one of his longest play partners, he’d be sorry to see her go. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, showing herself out. 

Terry sat in his fancy bedroom in his fancy house, staring at the empty archway Tasia disappeared through. His mind and body told him that he was ready for something more. Something tangible. Something he could hold and never let go. He only hoped he found it soon.

You

You clutched your journal to your chest as you sat in Dr. Richmond’s office. Nothing about it had changed except the man himself. He chose to wear a cream colored outfit. A soft, oatmeal colored sweater and khaki pants with white sneakers. His gold rimmed glasses flashed every so often from the light overhead and you couldn’t help catching every single thing about him. If only to distract you from your racing thoughts.

It was one thing to live in your body when you were in the comfort of your own bathroom. Your mind escaped once more, retreated to the safest place you knew. Your knee bounced with nervousness. 

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to. This is a safe space. It’s your space. You get to decide what we do here,” he said. 

You closed your eyes to the sound of his voice. If he wasn’t so damn helpful, you’d ask for someone else. Literally, anyone else. But he was the first therapist to give you a glimpse of the other side. You wanted that more than you were embarrassed.

“No, I want to share. I need to share,” you said. You licked your lips and then cracked open your journal. You skimmed over things you didn’t want to reveal just yet. Too embarrassing for a second meeting, of course.

“I think…I think my mind is safer. I am constantly on alert that I’m “doing the right thing”, as opposed to what actually makes me happy,” you said. 

When you didn’t say anything, Terry leaned back in his seat. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the golden brown of his forearms. Your mind emptied of any other thought until he cleared his throat. “Can you expand on that?” 

You looked up into his eyes before heat rushed to your ears. You looked back at your journal, focusing on that rather than his lush, pink lips. 

You told him more about how you reached this conclusion. That there was a standard for being Black that you never quite achieved. That at any moment, multiple mobs of people were coming for your Black card. Or, you were constantly trying to over-achieve at school. You had to work twice as hard, had to be the smartest in the class, because if you came home with a B, your mom went on a long rant about being stupid and never achieving anything real in life. Or how everyone praised you at work for going above and beyond and then got mad when you couldn’t sustain it. You were constantly on the lookout for someone else’s standard.

“I have so many fucking voices in my ear, telling me to do this or do that. And I fucking hate it. Which is wild considering that that’s what I seek in a sexual partner,” you said.

Dr. Richmond smiled and nodded. “Your mind is trying to re-contextualize your upbringing. Being submissive is actually about putting yourself in the position of power. A dom is only as good as how well he treats his sub. It’s about the ultimate act of trust on the submissive’s part,” he explained.

“Yes! And how can I trust that someone isn’t going to…take what I say or want and abuse that or make fun of me for it?” You asked. You played with the corner of your journal, not willing to look at Dr. Richmond. You didn’t need to see the pathetic pity in his steel blue eyes. 

“You have to stand resolute in what you want. You have to recognize that pleasure and sex is about give and take. Trust and acceptance. The right partner isn’t going to make fun of you, abuse you, or rush you,” he said. 

You sighed and leaned back on the brown sofa. You felt like you were chasing a unicorn. What kind of guy was willing to be dominant and care about your needs? Reassure you when you needed and took control when your body sent massive panicked waves at him? Took care of the trust you were placing in him to help you relax and cum? While also being physically attractive to you and have you be attracted to him; not a chubby chaser, not a creep, and not an abuser? 

It was impossible. Hopeless.  

“If you’re comfortable, tell me more about what you found,” he said.

You took your mind off of your dream mystery man. When the fuck was it going to be your turn? 

You scanned your journal once more, noting the sensations about actually living inside your body. “I think when I feel an orgasm approaching, I get scared. And that could be part of why I’m blocking it, but even when I’m alone, I don’t know what it feels like. Or…”

“Or…?” Dr. Richmond prompted. 

You grimaced. Fuck, this was so hard to put into words. Too hard to expose yourself like this. But did you want to reach your sixties, seventies, never having a true orgasm? Never finding your way to actual release? 

“Or, there’s no way to control the orgasm,” you said.

Dr. Richmond nodded. “The goal isn’t to control it, you know,” he said. 

“I know!” You groaned and stood up. You thought better on your feet. Or maybe when you had something to do, you were better able to regulate the jumble of emotions inside of you. No wonder your emotions were all over the place. You spent too long disassociating, too long in your mind and not enough in your body. 

“What benefit do you get from being in control all the time?” The scratch of his pen on the notebook drew your attention to him. To his pretty face, dark eyelashes, and push lips. You watched as he wrote in his notebook. Watched the lines and planes of his gorgeous face. His short curled afro. 

“If I’m in control, if I never look weak or stupid or incompetent, then I win. I win at life. And all my bullies, from school to home are all wrong. There’s nothing wrong with me because I know what to do. I know what to say. I’m not an alien,” you said, taking a deep breath at the revelation.

Whatever your insurance company was paying him, they needed to double it. You admitted things you never had in the past. Your previous therapists attacked your problem sex first, focusing on different methods you could try. Some wanted you to describe, in detail, whatever you did to get yourself off. Safe to say they weren’t practicing ever again. 

“Do you believe there’s something wrong with you?” He asked. He leaned back in his seat, giving you an unflinching stare. His face gave away nothing, revealed nothing, as you thought through his question. 

“All the fucking time. Why else do friends keep leaving me? Or guys don’t want me? Or my mom is…my mom,” you said. 

“Have you considered that you aren’t the problem?” He asked.

“How could I not be? I’m the only common denominator,” you said. You flopped back onto the couch but it wasn’t that soft. It thudded under your weight and you took a deep breath. Fuck, you wanted to cry. Tears pricked your eyes, turning them hot and itchy. You refused to cry in front of this man. 

This strange, quiet man who seemed to read you like one of the many books on his bookshelf. No wonder he had so many degrees. He could drag a full confession from a mute. 

“That may be true. But, bear with me, consider that you aren’t the problem. If you take yourself out of the equation, what are you left with?” He asked. He leaned forward on his desk and the sudden intensity of the question made your mind blank.

You had…nothing. No explanation, no back up. You were used to making yourself the problem. The issue had to be you. If it wasn’t you…

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away from him. The silence stretched on, so quiet you could hear the quiet tick of the clock on the wall. 

“Don’t shy away now, dig into it. If it’s not you, then…?” Dr. Richmond prompted. 

The question only seemed to make you clamp up. Your tongue swelled. Your throat constricted. If it wasn’t you, then what? Everyone was incapable of giving you what you wanted? Everyone just had an agenda against you? Please, that was narcissistic as hell. 

Dr. Richmond stood up from his desk and took off his glasses. He pulled out a drawer and retrieved a glass cleaner cloth. He cleaned his glasses and walked around the front of his desk.

“Consider, for a moment, that other people have deficiencies as well. That people congregate in groups because biologically, it’s safer. We seek groups to be in and when we can’t find one, we tend to think that we’re the problem. That we are outcasts, getting left out to defend ourselves. But all that means is that we haven’t found our group yet. You’re trying to fit a round peg into a square hole. You don’t belong with the squares, so no, you won’t fit in with them. 

“The same goes for sex. Everybody has their preferences. People have their kinks, their needs. When those needs aren’t meant, society teaches us to look at our own deficiencies rather than someone else’s. Perhaps the man you need sexually is far different from the men you take to bed,” he said. He waved around his glasses as he spoke, drawing attention to his massive hands. 

Seriously, they were huge. Like two lion paws that could strike down someone with one hit. He held his glasses by the frame, waving it around delicately as he spoke. You were still paying attention to his words, but fuck…he was unreal. 

“But how do I find the man that I need sexually?” You asked.

Terry

Terry inwardly groaned as you asked him that. Plenty of suggestions came to mind, each too crass to suggest. How could he tell you to go into another man’s arms? How could he send you to another man to unleash that hidden hellcat within you and he wouldn’t get to experience it? 

He needed to end this. End this before it even began. He placed his glasses back on his face and crossed a line that he never thought he would. “I think we have more work to do to adjust the way you think about sex before we get into how you attract what you’re seeking. In fact, I’d suggest you abstain from sex until we get deeper into this,” he said.

“Abstain?” You snorted and he fought a smile. Your face showed absolute disgust, like the mere thought was abhorrent. 

“Abstain. From what you’ve told me and what’s in your file, you jumped from overcoming your initial thoughts and reluctance about sex right to jumping into bed. Without really, truly exploring yourself first. Kids explore their bodies all the time right? They grow conscious of themselves and start thinking about hey, my equipment is different from someone else’s equipment,” he said.

You couldn’t help but giggle and it caused him to smirk in return. Yes, it was silly. Talking about sex was silly. But it was true. “And as you start to notice people that you’re attracted to, you start to grow conscious of hormones in your system. Brain chemistry. All the fun stuff that goes into attraction. You start to touch yourself more, explore your preferences through porn or books or experimentation.”

You cringed when he brought up experimentation. He tilted his head. “Did you go through an experimentation phase?” He asked.

You closed your eyes and sighed as if it were the last question you wanted to answer. You completely fascinated him. He had no idea what would come out of your mouth next. How you would respond to certain questions or ideas. 

He snuck a glance at the clock, he was nearing the end of the session. He flexed his jaw. This was so damn irritating. By the time you were willing to open up, it was time to end it. He wished he could carve out a month of sessions to get you to lower your defenses and let him inside. 

“No? I grew up in the wrong generation. All everyone thought about was sex and while I did too, no one was checking for the fat Black nerds unless it was a prank. And I saw everything as a prank. I was always getting pointed at, made fun of, stared at. Jesus, being exposed fucking sucks! So, no, I didn’t experiment. There was no one to fucking experiment with. 

“And it wasn’t like I could go ten feet from my mom without her up my ass about where I was going. Claiming she just didn’t want me to get snatched when all she really wanted was just to control me. To not let me end up like her. Young and pregnant,” you practically yelled, spewing way more vitriol than he expected.

He figured it was a sore spot for you by the way you grimaced, but he hadn’t been expecting…that. Again, he balled his fists thinking of every person that ever let you down. Every person that was supposed to uplift you, guide you, help you, all dropped the ball in teaching you about self love.

Every experience every kid was supposed to have was denied to you. Instead of being asked out with interest, with sincerity, boys treated it like a prank. He was wild in his youth, he wasn’t always nice to people, or he went through life like a little gremlin. But he liked to think he mellowed somewhat in high school. Treating everyone with respect. From the nerds to the jocks. He didn’t know what not trusting people’s words felt like. Like everything that someone said came laced with poisoned barbs ready to sting. 

“This is so fucking stupid,” you whispered. Your lip trembled but no tears fell down your face. 

Fuck, even now you were trying to hold everything in. Control a natural response to something painful. “When was the last time you cried?” Terry asked.

You stood up and snatched your purse and journal from the couch. “Session’s up, right?” You asked. You avoided looking at him as you rushed to the exit. The faux glass door clanged against the wall as you threw open the door and left, steps echoing on the linoleum flooring. 

He stared at the door as it lazily swung back and he wondered. And he pondered. 

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