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Context: Namora belongs to a friend of mine (Yanna), Sammy and Divina Diaz are my characters

Fandoms: MHA, Spiderverse

TW: Drinking, smoking, grinding, petnames, unsafe sex, cunnilingus, oral sex

A/N: Sammy and Divina are Afro-Latina fyi

20 minutes later, she found herself in front of Sammy's apartment. It was in a shady part of town, but Sammy owned enough lead to dare people to test him. Something she somewhat admired about him.

She shifted her skirt downwards as she knocked on his door again, her thing riding up her ass as she waited for him to answer the door. "Cmon Sammy…its fuckin' freezing out here…" It truly was. Middle of December, actually, when it was the coldest. Her hands rubbed against her white fur coat, shivering as she continued to wait for the Cuban man.

"Sammy!" She pounded on the door, shivering as her balled fist banged on his door. "It's cold, asshole!"

Soon enough, the tall Afro-Latino man answered the door, wearing a black beanie and an all-black outfit. Black jeans, a black shirt, and some black timberlands. "Woah…" She gasped, chuckling to herself as she eyed him up and down. "Who you gonna go kill?"

"Tch, you ain't funny." He chuckled, opening the door wider for his new guest.

"You know im fuckin' funny." She teases, walking into his apartment. His TV is still on, a bottle of whiskey planted on his coffee table with a blunt still lit in his ashtray. "You havin' fun without me?"

"Girl, shut up." Sammy chuckled, taking off his beanie and jacket. "I was actually planning to come get you from your car."

"Oh, Sams."Namora sits down on his couch, looking up at the taller man with a smile. "You didn't have to do that."

"I'm a gentleman, believe it or not." He chuckles, walking over to his kitchen. Namora's eyes carved his figure as he did, eyeing all his tattoos and features. His veiny arms. His neck tattoo and matching sleeves. His pierced ears. His mole right above the right side of his lips.

This man was fine. And he knew it too.

The sound of him pulling back his refrigerator filled her ears, the sound of glass bottles clanking together as he did. "Yo NaNa…what you want to wanna drink mama?"

NaNa. His persnoal little nickanme for her. Another giggle left her lips as her stomach flipped once more, her thighs crossing over one another as she smirked at him. "You got any tequila?"

"Do I got any tequila?" Sammy chuckled, walking over to one of his cabinets. He opened it, grabbing a big bottle of tequila with a smirk on his face. "Always for you, NaNa."

Namora smiled as he approached her, holding just the bottle in his hand. "No cups?" She asked, looking up into his eyes.

"Nah… I wanna try something." He whispered, twisting the cap off the bottle and flicking it somewhere to the floor. "You trust me?"

"Yea? Why?" Namora watched as Sammy swigged down some tequila, his gaze never leaving hers. She couldn't help but be curious, eyebrow raisin in curiosity as she stared at him."Uhm….Am I.."

Sammy finally put the bottle, aggressively slamming it against the coffee table to make Namora jump. "Sammy, what--"

He doesn't let her finish her sentence. Instead, he grabs her face and forces his tongue in her mouth, allowing the fiery liquid to smooth down her throat. Namora yelped in surprise as he pushed her back against the couch, her curly hair colliding against his soft couch cushions.

Sammy hummed into the aggressive kiss, his tongue tasting her saliva as he forced more tequila mixed with his spit even deeper into her mouth.

Her blue eyes fluttered shut as she indulged in the kiss, wrapping her hands around the back of his head as she pushed his head closer to hers, deepening their kiss.

"Mm..hold on, hold on…" Sammy pulled away, staring Namora into her baby blue eyes. Her copper skin was flushed with arousal and desire, her curly hair a mess on his couch. She looked so damn pretty for him, and to think he wasn't even really touching her yet.

Sammy couldn't help but chuckle, wiping away some lone tequila on her lip with his thumb. "Damn, NaNa..didn’t think you'd like that so damn much, chiquita."

Namora huffed a slight chuckle, rolling her blue eyes as she turned her head. "Ha, Ha, you're so funny…"

Sammy chuckled before sitting up, grabbing her body closer to his. "You know im funny, stop playing with me…"

Their bodies shifted on top of his couch cushions, their heartbeats thudding in their ears as Sammy stared into Namora's blue eyes. "I ever tell you how pretty your eyes are?" His voice was soft as he pulled her body into his lap, draping her curvy frame back as he grabbed his half-lit blunt. "Cuidado mami… no quiero que lastimes ese hermoso cuerpo tuyo ahora, ¿verdad?"

Namora felt her cheeks heat up as he spoke Spanish in her ear, her bottom lip colliding against her teeth as she gnawed on the dead skin. "You know I don't know Spanish Samuel…"

"Ya ain't got to." He whispered in her ear. "Now….shut up and smoke wit me, chiquita."

Sammy leaned back and stared at her once more, putting his blunt in between his lips and pulling it back. His gaze never left hers as he let the hazy smoke fill his lungs, slowly pulling out his lungs as he exhaled.

"You're staring awfully hard." Namora said with a slight smirk, her hands resting on his abdomen. Sammy chuckled at her hand placement before reaching his tattooed hand up to her soft face.

"And you bein' awfully bold." He chuckled, pulling her lips apart and placing the blunt in her mouth. "Now, chiquita….start smokin'."

*Namora obeyed his commands, dragging the smoke into her mouth and lungs as she stared at him. Their gaze never broke or disconnected as Sammy watched Namora take a hit from his blunt, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed as she took in the beautiful man before her. She knew good and well that Sammy was nothing but a filthy drug, one she had no problem taking in. *

She knew the dangers of getting involved with a guy like him would be bad news, but it's not like anyone would half to know. Their little secret… that's all that mattered.

Sammy soon pulled the blunt out of her mouth, watching her about to blow the smoke out. "Nuh-uh." He stopped her, pulling her curvy figure to his. Their bodies flushed together like two broken puzzle pieces finding their homes; in some sick, twisted way, that's exactly how it was. "…..come 'ere." His tatted hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her head closer to his. "Kiss me chiquita…"

Namora leaned into him, melting under his touch as he pulled her deeper into his spell. She slid her hands up to his face, cupping his stubbled face as her irises bored into his. Never in her lifetime would she ever thought dark brown eyes looked so mystical and majestic, but on Sammy? She could get lost for millennia in those damn eyes.

In one swift motion, their lips collided against each other, the hazy smoke pooling from Namora's mouth to Sammy's. She felt him grunt in her mouth from satisfaction, his fingers burying into her soft skin as he pulled her hips against his. A quiet moan left her lips as desire coursed through her veins, his fingers feeling like fire and electricity simultaneously.

She knew it was wrong. She knew this was her best friend's brother, but that's what made it even sexier--the danger. The danger of being caught. The danger of getting addicted. The danger of being so wrapped up in his touch and taste that she'd drown.

Fuck, she loved it.

Sammy forced her hips down on his once more, another grunt being forced from his lips. Her body was so warm, not to mention he could feel that almost hypnotizing second heartbeat thudding against his groin. Part of him couldn't help but be amused--kissing was all it took for her to melt into a puddle? How cute. But then again, he was rock hard from grinding against her and slipping his tongue down her throat. So, in a sense, he wasn't any better.

"I feel your heartbeat, chiquita…" Sammy whispered against her lips, hands running all across her sides. Namora arched her back again, quietly whimpering against him as her breast pressed against his defined chest.

"You…You can feel my heartbeat?" She shyly asked, warmth flooding to her face. Is her racing heartbeat really that obvious?

"Mhm." Sammy nodded. "But--"

Namora didn't even have the time to think before Sammy tossed her off of his lap, pinning her down to his couch. Hands above her head, legs spread, ankles beside his thighs. She was much more vulnerable in this position, and he knew by the way he was smirking down at her. "It's not the heartbeat you thinkin' of." He whispered.

"Which…" Namora swallowed hard, looking up at the man with puppy dog eyes. "Which heartbeat then..?"

He could fuck her right now. He really could. But, he wanted to be patient--make her scream out for him before he ruined her.

"How about I show you…yea?" Sammy took one hand and slowly slid up her thighs, biting his lip as he felt her cold skin. "Damn NaNa…your skin so cold…."

Namora forced out a chuckle as she shivered under his touch, resisting the urge to buck into him. "K-Kept me outside for so long…I couldn't help but to be cold.."

"Oh, I did?" Sammy chuckled, rolling his brown eyes. "Thought you could handle a little cold, mamas."

"Don't be a fuckin--" Namora's voice immediately cut off as his fingers reached her throbbing entrance, her eyes almost rolling back from the sudden sensation.

Sammy smirked as he felt the little wet spot settling between her folds, his fingerpad slowly pushing the fine fabric even more against her needy cunt as he slid up to her clit. Another strong jolt from Namora caused him to chuckle, his cock twitching in his jeans as he watched her writhe and squirm under his touch. "Right here…That's where you need it, right, NaNa?"

Namora struggled to speak, half words of 'yes' and 'don't stop' spilling from her mouth as her eyes shut tightly. Her hands wiggled in his grasp as he drew small, slow circles around her swollen clit, her back arching from the delicious pleasure he gave her. "Sammy~!"

"I'm right here, NaNa." He whispered, watching her lose himself to him--for him. "¿Tienes idea de lo hermosa que te ves ahora?" He grunted, rubbing her clit just a tiny bit faster as his self control slowly began to diminish. "¿Sabes lo difícil que es para mí no arrancar estas bonitas bragas y follarte hasta que lo único que sabes es mi nombre?"

Namora squirmed even more, his pace slowly quickening as he spoke to her. Even with the language barrier--she knew what he meant. She could tell with how heavy his breath was getting, how he was hovering over her like she was his prey as if she were the very apple of his eye. "N-Ngh~! S-Sammy, please--"

"Por que, mamas…." He responded, his finger speeding up once more. "Talk to me, NaNa. Come on, let me hear you…Let me--fuck--let me hear you mamas."

Namora let out a high-pitched whine, her legs shaking around his thighs as she struggled to breathe. It was almost too much--his beautiful words of encouragement all while he was abusing her sensitive bud. Her toes curled in her heels as she moaned out his name, her blue eyes rolling to the back of her head as she did. "Samuel~!"

"Shh, shh, shh…" He quietly shushed her, chuckling under his breath. "Shush NaNa…I wanna be the only one that hears those filthy fuckin' moans….got it?"

Part One

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rig-bee · 5 months

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Sneaky Links

Context: Namora belongs to a friend of mine (Yanna), Sammy and Divina Diaz are my characters

Fandoms: MHA, Spiderverse

TW: Drinking, smoking, grinding, petnames, unsafe sex, cunnilingus, oral sex

A/N: Sammy and Divina are Afro-Latina fyi

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Namora sighed as she laid down in her queen-sized bed, a sigh emitting from her throat as her mattress shifted with her weight. She was completely exhausted after today, being on a full patrol and dropping Keon off at Keigo's. The two heroes were still separated, especially after Kiego's alleged cheating. And her alleged revenge cheating.

She dryly stared up at the ceiling as she thought over the past couple of months. Kiego cheating. Her cheating back. Thier on and off again relationship. Having to explain to her two-year-old son why he had to see mommy for two weeks and daddy for two weeks.

Bullshit. It was utterly bullshit.

The publicity hero turned over to the side, grabbing her phone and deciding to pass the time slowly ticking away. Instagram was her go-to when she wanted to pass the time, catching up on her friend's life. Funny memes, something for her to stare at as her eyelids slowly go lower and lower over time.

As she opened up Instagram, the first thing to pop up on her screen was Samny's story, Dvina's slightly younger brother. She knew Divina was on a family vacation with her now husband Miguel O'Hara and their two children, so she also knew Sammy was most likely at home smoking dope or working on cars. The only things he did were either smoke, work on cars, or watch his niece and nephew. Nothing else.

Curiosity got to the best of her, clicking on his story and watching it with great intent. The Cuban man had his feet kicked up on his coffee table, showing his freshly rolled blunt held in his tattooed hand. Her eyes traveled down the silver chain decorating his wrist, a chain she was familiar with when it came to Sammy.

All he ever wore was silver jewelry, earrings, chains, and rings. It was one of the reasons she started wearing silver accessories so damn much.

Bit by bit, she watched his story, softly smiling as he peeked into his life. Namora was one of the few people Sammy followed, peering into each other's personal lives—her life as a hero, his life as a stoner and a mechanic.

It wasn't until a notification popped up on her phone that she stopped daydreaming, and surpise, surprise.

It was Sammy.

D.S.2035: Hey chiquita. i see u watchin my stories

Namoa playfully rolled her eyes, opening his message and texting him back.

MoraMora: You stalking me? D.S.2035: would that b a problem?

Namora couldn't help but chuckle, rolling her bright blue eyes. "Oh my god…"

MoraMora: Not necessarily. I think your sister would kill you. Or Miguel D.S.2035: aint nobody scared of that giant she call a fuckin husband. Nigga aint bulletproof.

Namora burst out in laughter, cackling as she texted him back.

MoraMora: Vina gon kill you D.S.2035: Vina can kiss my ass. I watch her damn kids. soeaking of which, its kinda lonely now that the kids aint here MoraMora: really? D.S.2035: yea. kinda miss Ana badass

"Pffft…"

MoraMora: She aint tht bad. she just curious D.S.2035: curious my ass. anyway, wyd rn MoraMora: chillin at home. D.S.2035: where keon? or yo nigga MoraMora: keon with Kei. and me and him taking a break rn D.S.2035: u always a damn break with his bum ass MoraMora: you aint any better Sam D.S.2035: naw, but I know to leave my women happy

She immediately paused at his text, her stomach flipping just a bit. Sammy was known to be a little, flirtatious, but she knew he was trouble. Divina had gone into deep detail on how many women her brother managed to knock up or how many failed relationships he had from not caring about a damn thing. He was bad news, and she knew. But…at the same time, she didnt seem to care much. Sammy was sexy, hot, and a little dangerous. Plus, it's not like she was cheating on anyone. They were on a break…and she was just having fun.

MoraMora: is that so? D.S.2035: mhm. you want a demonstration?

Namora's stomach flipped as he texted back, her teeth finding her bottom lip.

MoraMora: boy stop playing with me D.S.2035: good thing i aint playin Mora. bring ya fine ass over and come smoke wit me MoraMora: you know damn well you aint tryna jus smoke D.S.2035: and you know damn well you wanna see what else im tryna do

Namora, bit her lip once more, her thighs squishing together as she thought about smoking with Sammy. Occasionally, she would come over with Divina and smoke with him, with Sammy sending her glances every now and then. The two had never hung out alone without Divina knowing, so this would be the first time,

MoraMora: D would kill us D.S.2035: she aint gotta know ma

Ma. That stupid fucking nickname. Namora decided that fuck it, she needed a good stress reliever anyway. Plus …not like anyone would ever know. Sammy was a reserved guy, keeping his business and his information kept and quiet. She needed a guy like that right about now.

MoraMora: whats ur addy?

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rig-bee · 5 years

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You can’t fight the friction (youtube)

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[slight spoilers] Soft bby 🤧 Decided to post this on Tumblr as well as Insta bc insta always messes with the quality rip.

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How can one love and hate this at the same time

i literally hate everything about this thanks grandayy

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uhhhh sorry to bother you, you posting bkdk is making me uncomfortable, and the filtered tags system is broken?? but uhh, i really like your art, and i don't want to un-follow you, but it's really upsetting to see a good artist choosing to ship something based in abuse. Bakugo told izuku to kill himself for fucks sake! But while I'm normally all for shipping what you like, it's.. sad.

You don’t know how long I’ve been keeping this bottled up. So thank you for being so audacious, and giving me a chance to speak my mind. When you come into MY blog, and MY space, you are accepting and acknowledging my opinion as one that may be similar or different from yours. That’s great. That’s fine. But you get in my face, and tell me something that makes me genuinely happy, something that makes me smile, is “sad”. That I am “sad” for enjoying it. Fuck you, man. That’s just a shitty thing to do.If bakudeku does legitimately make you uncomfortable, blacklist it, I have nothing against that. It is not my fault that tumblr is broken, whining to me about it won’t fix the problem.i usually don’t like participating in ship debates (its exhausting), but a lot of people don’t like it, I understand, and i’m not trying to argue against that. I’m not that much of an asshole to think that people who don’t share my opinion deserve to have it shoved down their throat. But a lot of people hate bakudeku for the wrong reasons, and while it is well within their right to do so, it doesn’t excuse their behavior towards people who enjoy it. I’m not writing this for you. I’m writing this for ME because I want to help the bakudeku community, and I want to help myself. I’m gonna be as unbiased as possible, ship bias really has no place when your trying to make an argument.Bakudeku isn’t abusive. It’s not toxic. Its valid, just like every other healthy ship in this fandom. What people tend to forget is that most people are in fandoms for the fun. I don’t know about everyone else, but I don’t jump headfirst into a fandom for the purpose of starting wars and fights. i join fandoms for the sake of having fun, not to deal with other peoples bullshit. It’s really grinding when you hear other people talking about how toxic bakudeku is when their only argument is the fact that bakugou bullied midoriya in middle school. I could write a damn book refuting that statement, some people already have. Bakugou is not abusive. There’s a big difference between being a stubborn asshole and being abusive. To say that bakudeku is abusive is to imply that one person in their relationship is abusive, that’s what a toxic relationship is. Bakugou was never abusive, even in middle school. Yes, even when he told midoriya to “jump off the roof”, and that wasn’t abuse. It was rude, it was mean, it was cruel, it was inexcusable. But it wasn’t abusive. A fourteen year old cant be abusive, not him anyway. Bakugou has good parents. For their relationship to be abusive is to imply that they were in some sort of relationship in the first place, which they weren’t, at least to bakugou. To him, he and midoriya were never really friends. Midoriya followed bakugou around on his own violation, in his own words when referencing the past: “As bad as your bad side was, your good side was just as amazing” “I mean, usually you wouldn’t want anything to do with a guy that keeps insulting you”- Midoriya was well aware of bakugou’s hotheadedness in middle school, yet he chose to stick around anyway. Not out of pity and resentment like bakugou thought, but out of respect and admiration for the one he saw as “the image of victory”I dont blame bakugou for having a temper when people question his credibility. He’s a kid, and his whole life people have been telling him how amazing he is, but getting into UA was like a slap to the face for him. He grew up believing he was the best and now he meets all these people who, in his eyes, are so much better than him, of course it would hurt. He mellows out MUCH more when he realizes there are in fact, people who are better than him, and that’s that. This completely blows the argument that bakudeku is abusive out of the water.Rivalry is a very big part of mha, and everything about bakugou and midoriya’s “true rivalry” so far has been healthy. They pull each other and the rest of 1A up with them, such is their burning desire to prove themselves and surpass one another. If that isn’t enough reason to ship them, I don’t know what is.I could write more. I could write ten pages, fully referenced, with citations from the manga. I could research on Japanese cinematography, tell you what certain scenes mean, I could go on forever. But I have art that needs to be done, and coincidentally it is bakudeku. So thanks for letting me speak my mind. Feel free to unfollow me, it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like what I like, or if we share different opinions. What does bother me is that you think you have any influence over my opinion, especially with a pathetic argument like that.I dont need to share my art with you guys. Its crappy, I know, but I don’t need to share it. You are not entitled to it. It’s my decision what comes and goes, and if you don’t like it, go spend 7 years on improving your own art of you haven’t already. Me sharing my artwork is a present to all of you, as is any fanwork you come across. It is shared with you, not given.This rant wasn’t directed to you, specifically. It was for all the people who felt the need to bash others for enjoying themselves. If you’ve made it this far, congrats. You’re willing to listen to other people’s opinions :)

I’ll be waiting for that number to go down. I’m thankful that most of you guys think I’m worth your time, but if I’m not, great. I’m not in your debt. Next time you make an argument like this, come off anon. If you’re that afraid of sharing your opinion, then there’s no point in telling people. This is the kind of shit that’s going to make me swear off kiribaku one day. Don’t push me, and thanks for listening.

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