#samira smut

[nyctophiliq]

love, i am a disgusting human...but here's my request: stepsis samira fucking you because she's jealous of your new gf and proves she can do it better. 😳😳💓

love you gf, feel absolutely free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfy 😽

✮ —YOU RIGHT, SAMMY ; samira

minors dni. afab! reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, dub-con, manipulation, dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, finger riding, clothed sex, cheating (?), jealous samira

wc. 1,8k

moss’ notes; are you kidding estella? step-cest is the best dead dove do not eat content ever !!! this got more of a 'love-making' thing rather than 'fucking' :/ love you too gf, hope you enjoy 💗😳

“in a minute!” you answered after a few knocks disturbed the silence in your room. can’t a girl take underwear pictures for her girlfriend in peace? you had no privacy in this house, everyone always wanted you to do something and that was fine, until like seven pm, after that you wanted to have the same respected free time as everyone else.

you threw your pajama back on, tossed your phone on the bed, and hurried to the tall white door of your room. it was a mess on your floor after you flipped the whole place up on its head, trying to find the lingerie set that you bought for just the moment like this, to send your girlfriend.

“samira?” she stood at your door, anger and sadness riddling her face. “what happened, are you okay?” despite hating your stepmother you loved her daughter, your step-sister, samira. she was caring, she got you to stuff you only dreamed of getting because of how strict your father was. she took you out to eat whatever you wanted, drove you to school without having to ask, and always left some extra cash in your pocket if you wanted to buy something nice for yourself. samira wasn’t like all those step-sisters in the movies, she wasn’t mean or a bully, she cared for you deeply, and she wanted to keep you safe no matter if it got her in trouble.

“why did you replace me, like all the others? you don’t love me anymore, y/n?”

samira had her fair share of rejections and broken relationships even with how big her heart really was. you sat next to her as she talked about how bad it was, letting her hold you after spilling her guts out, letting her kiss your cheek because you just felt sorry for your older sister- the one that had so much love to give, so much love she gives to you. but when that happens other things happen too… you always convinced yourself it was alright for that to happen, it only happened a couple of times that she pulled you onto her lap, and kissed you sweetly on the lips before pushing you on your back and kissing you some more.

“sami- what are you, don’t…” you gasp, eyes still open in surprise at the sudden feeling of your step-sister’s lips against yours and she feels the way your fingers stiffen in her oversized shirt, unmoving while she kisses you, moving her mouth against yours all while you gawk and freeze in front of her.

but she’s heartbroken, right? she was rejected yet again and her step-sister wouldn’t hurt her feelings too, would you? so you let her even if there is a feeling in your stomach that’s telling you this is wrong, that you have a girlfriend and you are cheating her on, with your step-sister! but samira was always so sweet to you and you don’t want to upset her by being like all the rest.

“aren’t you gonna kiss me back, you love me, don’cha?” samira asks in earnest when she pulls away to frown at you, her voice slurred a bit as her hand grabs at the hem of your shirt, pulling on it like a needy child. “i d-do, i do…” you find the strength to respond, and it truly warms you from the inside out when she smiles at you softly and gives you another peck on the lips before taking your hand, dragging you towards the bed while kicking your door shut with her leg.

samira sat down on the bed, her hands now resting on your waist, staring up at you before they slip under the shirt to caress your stomach and hips. her fingers play with the cloth before pushing it slightly upwards, revealing the underside of your lacy bra. her fingers ball into a fist, creasing your shirt with it before both of her hands caught your pajama top and pulled it off of you, exposing the rest of your lewd underwear.

“you are wearing this for her, don’t you? were you lying to me when you said you love me?“ her anger takes the better of her, forcefully grabbing you by your bra straps and pulling you onto her lap. your knees rest on either side of her thighs, hands holding you up by her shoulder as you shake your head. “i do love you, sammy, i-i promise- it’s for you…” 

“i’m sorry for hurting you,” she says, her eyes fixed on your chest before her lips connect with the reddened skin, moving the strap aside to give her better access, sliding it down your arm and her hand reaching behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

“we should stop... sammy, i have a g-girlfriend.” your voice is small and you feel just as small. how can you say that to her? you wanna please her because there is no way you want to hurt her feelings when she’s already so fragile.

“but i love you and you love me… this is what you do when you love someone, y/n.” she grunts, chest heaving against yours as she breathes heavily against your skin and it’s almost too quick the way you’re replying, feeling as your bra loosens around your chest and then samira helps you out of it, hastily tossing it to the side.

“yeah, you are right, i-i’m sorry sammy…” samira sighs as she watches your breasts hang free on your body. she wants to take them into her mouth, lick your nipples until they perk up, tug on them so they become nice and puffy, pinch them to hear you say her name so prettily.

taking shaky breaths as she tries to pull herself together. something dangerous turns inside of her when she looks up at your teary eyes and nods softly, biting nervously at the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i would never be angry at you, baby.” she slurs, stroking the top of your head, pushing the scattered strands of hair out of your face with an eager smile on her face. she leans in, slurring some kind of praise before kissing you again, prying your lips open with her own as she licks eagerly into your mouth, drinking up your moans while your fingers twist and pull in her hair, her clothed thigh rubbing against your panties.

“it’s alright, sammy’s gonna make ya feel good, princess. so just… listen to your big sister, hm?” she asks, voice whispering directly into your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. it was less of a question and more of a command, one you melted into, nodding briefly as you bit your lip, too nervous to talk. your reaction amused samira and she smiled sweetly as she pressed a kiss against your collarbone eliciting a pleased exhale from you.

“does it feel good, hm?” samira had thought about this before, thought about her lips against your skin, marking you as hers, hearing you say how much you liked it. she wanted to hear you say that you liked her delicate fingers running over your skin, the way you make yourself wet as she touches you. “y-yes!”

“does it feel better than her, your girlfriend, right? she knows nothing about how to touch you, i do… your big sister sammy does.” she says as she rubs gentle circles into the plush of your thigh, slightly pinching it whenever inchings closer to your aching core. your mind is almost too foggy with lust to respond, all you can think about is her, feeling more, more of her. “she k-knows nothing… you do s-sammy.” you choke on your words, head falling on her shoulder when her fingers touch your clothed entrance, poking the delicate fabric of your panties, toying with it for a second before pushing it aside.

samira grins at your answer, her chest blooming with pride, her fingers slowly pushing inside of you and she chuckles when you let a strained moan out. poor you must have been waiting for this for a while, you wouldn’t touch yourself in the dead of night, right? your parents always bother you so late and you can never satisfy yourself, that’s why you tried to find a girlfriend because you were too scared to ask for sammy’s help. “you feel amazing sissy, nice and warm… squishy.”

“s’good sammy… feels s’good.” you moan mindlessly as she starts to pump her fingers inside. you can hear the faintest slick from your soaked cunt and you almost want to hide it, burying your face deeper into the crook of her neck. her two slim fingers slide smoothly in and out of you, your soft moans buzzing on her skin as she starts picking her pace up.

her eyes roll back as she feels something tickling the thin skin of her collarbones, your saliva trickling down until it hides in her shirt. she curls her finger up and your hips lift to meet the feeling, drive it deeper, pleasure flourishing through your body in waves. her other hand comes up to palm one of your breasts, squeezing them until the fat oozes out between her fingers, moving to flick your nipple with her thumb when you bite into her skin.

“yeah? you wanna cum on my fingers pretty?” samira asks as she presses hot kisses against your cool, sweat-slicked neck.

you nod dumbly, words falling out of your mouth incoherently as you near your high. the heel of her palm presses against your clit, shooting electricity through your nerves, curling your toes, forcing your hips to roll faster, and all you can really focus on is how good it feels when she kisses your neck, leaving the lingering feeling of her lips behind. before you know it you are coming undone, cunt squeezing down on her fingers as you cream on them. you reach for the arm that is inside your panties, nails digging into her flesh as you ride out your high.

“sissy, what do we say when somebody makes us cum?” she hummed while pulling out of you, kindly petting your entrance with her soaked fingers. you take a few short breaths, each of them cutting off as you begin to sob, your arms sliding around samira’s shoulder to pull her closer, digging into her muscles as the last of your orgasm twitches through your body.

“tha-thank you… thank you sammy.” you bawl as you try to pull her body closer to yours, trying to claim the warmth that she is emitting. it was so cold in the room now, without her fingers warming your insides… samira really did know best.

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[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Samira NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): not the best at aftercare, she is very likely to leave you the second you two are done for a job or something, nothing personal, she’ll kiss your cheek and lips and promise to be back as soon as she can

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): she loves watching you two together, wants to prop up a mirror so she can properly watch your body react to her, wants to trail her nails down your stomach and watch you shiver ,wants to see the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when she puts her fingers to work , she’ll coo and moan in your ear about how gorgeous you look together and tell you to keep your eyes on her the entire time otherwise she will stop (she won't)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): likes tasting herself on your lips when you two make out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): kind of a masochist, she likes the feeling of your nails digging into her back when she pleasures you and likes when you bite down hard enough to leave a mark, she'll definitely show all of these little marks off to others

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): she has a lot of experience and likes to be challenged on it just so she can prove you wrong, to show off how skilled she is at making you become putty for her 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): against a wall, she wants to either wrap herself around you as you hold her up, or show off her strength by slamming you against the wall herself

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): she is very playful, a lot of cheesy pick up lines during foreplay to lighten up the mood

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): she likes to trim everything but a small patch above her slit 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): she can be very romantic before and/or after, but during sex she feels like it just ruins the moment, sex for her is something more casual or transactional,its all about pleasure, that being said she is very passionate and can definitely make you blush if you ask her to be more romantic with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): would prefer to have company rather than taking care of things herself, will avoid jacking off and gets extremely cranky if she doesn't get laid

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadomasochism, mirror sex, exhibitionism etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): she doesn’t have much shame, she’ll pull you just about everywhere if you are comfortable, definitely the type to ask someone walking in on you to stay for the show or join in, probably has a bucket list of the places she's thought of taking you, double entendre 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): she likes being wanted, wants you to show her exactly how much she affects you ,she'll tease you about it ,but won't leave you hanging, she is also very into victory sex, every good job is a reason to celebrate with the coin she acquired and later with you in her bed 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): not much she wouldn't try out at least once

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves wrapping her thighs around your head and simply using you like that, grinding against your tongue until you tap out 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): fast and rough, she wants to be slapped or wants to choke you, its always a power struggle for her

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): loves them, in the shadowed corners of a shady bar, or in some alley , she's always pulling you with a giggle and mischief in her eye

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): loves trying out new things to keep your sex life interesting

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): its often that you don't see her for weeks, just disappearing randomly ,so whenever you two do spend time together she'll make sure to thoroughly wreck you ,both to satiate her needs after being away for so long, and to make sure you remember how good she is to you for the next time she leaves

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): she doesn’t see the reason for them personally, but she does make a point of telling you to think of her when you use them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): a big tease, she’ll run her fingers up and down her glass, dipping her fingers in the cup with obvious implication or she'll purr into your ear about how she'll have you crawling for her later, its a game and she is definitely winning

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): she likes hearing herself as much as she likes hearing you, loud and isn't shy about being heard

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): loves some gun and knife play to spice things up, will hold a blade againgst your throat as she grinds herself against your thigh pointedly avoiding touching you where you need her the most

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): she has a high libido a lot of energy and a lot of cockiness, its an explosive cocktail

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she’ll quietly slip into your room long after you’ve fallen asleep and after she finished her work and silently let herself into your bed 

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[sevikasangel]

❥ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • general hcs of the ladies using a vibrator on their s.o.

including: vi, sevika, renata, samira, cassandra

— contains: f!reader, mature content, dom/sub undertones, mistress kink, teasing, bondage, use of toys, hints of dub!con, very slight degrading kink, praising kink, lowercase intended.

— a/n: hi guys! i missed posting here so much. i hope you remember me :) it's good to be back. also, this isn't proof read, so excuse any grammar mistakes. love y'all.

𝐕𝐈 ♡

— vi wasn't particularly fond of the idea of toys. your pink haired girlfriend would refer to them as a replacement for the real thing. she was confident that no toy would be able to make you cum as nicely as she did.

— the game changed when she got home from an obnoxiously difficult chase all around zaun. sweat was dripping from her forehead, knuckles busted and bloodied from beating someone else's face to a pulp. she bursted into your shared bedroom, ready to just pounce on you, needing the comfort of your embrace.

— "fuck, cupcake. fucking shit! i am so done, just need yo- the fuck you're doing, huh?"

— the sight of your spread legs and juicy pussy while you fucked yourself with a purple vibrator was not what vi expected to see. your breath was ragged and frantic as you rode the toy like your life depended on it. vi could tell you were close to cumming.

— "vi...vi...need you, vi..."

— your girlfriend shakes her initial shock away with a huff and a side smirk. she chuckles and you feel the mattress dip with her weight and suddenly she's on top of you, her thigh between your legs, applying more pressure to the vibrator, keeping it still and steady as it buzzed inside your walls.

— "such a naughty girl you are, cupcake...you couldn't wait for me, could you? see...since you want to replace me with plastic, i can put it to good use on you, hmm? no, no...shhh. you wanted to cum, right? you'll be cumming all night long..."

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡

— sevika's first time trying out a vibrator with you was for punishment. she felt like you were acting out way too much and she needed to fix your little attitude problem.

— "you are fucking up for my attention, aren't you, (y/n)? fine. since you wanna be a little bitch, come here. i am gambling tonight and you are coming with me, sitting on my lap all night long, getting all attention you need. sounds good to you, princess?"

— sevika had an evil gleam behind her eyes and you could feel yourself shivering. perhaps purposely getting on her nerves wasn't a good idea. you gulped and nodded your head.

— before you both leave the house, she abruptly pulls up your skirt and slips her hand under your panties, her mechanical hand groping your tits as she puts her mouth against your ear, chuckling lowly. you whimper as you feel her fingers roughly toying with your clit.

— "you wanted to be a slut so bad, huh? of course, you're such a dumb brat. you're gonna be squirming on my fucking lap all night long, how does that sound? hmm? good? i don't care if you want it or not. let's see if you can keep quiet while my little toy keeps your little pussy entertained. can you imagine, brat? all those eyes on you...being on my lap like my good little pet...cumming, and cumming, and cumming...all over again..."

— as she spoke, sevika slid a bullet vibrator in your panties, feeling sadistic pleasure in how much you squirmed and whimpered. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated as you anticipated the upcoming night.

— "maybe if you behave, i will fuck you rough and good when we come back. now...compose yourself and let's go."

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 ♡

— ms glasc is a giver, as she herself puts it. her pet knows better than anybody else the true generosity of renata glasc. however, her generosity might be one sided...and to put it: torturous.

— renata was working from home at her office and you craved her attention. you could tell by her seemingly short tempered state that renata was irritated and had pent up tension crawling through her every nerve.

— to further her annoyance, you walked into her office for the third time to ask her to come up to your bedroom. you felt needy and all you could think about was the physical attention of your mistress. she put her paperwork down and glared at you like her pink eyes could swallow you whole. it made you clench your thighs, knowing that look better than anybody.

— "greedy little pet wants mistress' attention so badly she can't wait a fucking minute. i told you i am busy and here you are...no, quiet. i didn't say you could speak, now did i? come here. you know i am so generous, darling...come, come sit on my lap."

— you didn't hesitate to obey and skipped to her, sitting on her strong thighs. renata pulled a yelp out of you as she suddenly used one of her hands to spread your thighs, making you straddle one of her thighs.

— "no underwear? hahahaha. is this all you can think about, getting reduced to my little slave toy? is that it? good little pet. now...let's attend your needs, shall we?"

— her hand quickly undid her tie and pulled it out of her neck. she used it to secure your hands tightly behind your back.

— renata pulled down her mask and kissed you on the lips, her hands grabbing your waist, squeezing tightly as her tongue took dominance over yours. you pathetically bucked your hips, attempting to get some friction from the fabric of her fancy pants. once you were out of breath and whimpering like a pathetic slut, she broke the kiss and reached over the drawer, opening it to get the wand vibrator she kept just for you.

— "you like what you see, pet? i know you do. just look at you...hahahaha. you hear it, darling? only the sound of my little toy makes you try to clench your thighs like the little slut you are. you know i love it. i barely fucking touched you and you are already soaking wet. tsk tsk tsk."

— she then pressed it tightly against your clit, the highest setting sending you over the edge as you began moaning and rolling your hips, your whole body shivering and trembling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as everything was too much...her smell, the intensity of the toy, her lips and tongue all over your neck, the heat of her thigh beneath your core...

— "keep quiet. this is what you wanted. do not he ungrateful to your mistress! you wanted me to pleasure you. you wanted to cum. so you will cum...you will cum, in fact, until i finish my paperwork. now now, enjoy the ride, darling."

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ♡

— samira was experimental when it came down to intimacies. she was a well travelled bounty hunter and sometimes she'd bring some of her findings to test out in the bedroom with you. in one of her trips around noxus, she found a new magic wand vibrator being sold at a small shop. of course she had to take it home.

— you were in bed with samira on top of you, her hands everywhere on your body as you moaned into her mouth. you've missed her so much and suddenly your wish of killing your lover for disappearing again was gone. all you wanted and needed was her.

— "now, darlin'...ya see there's no need to be mad at me, i always come back home, had to leave in the middle of the night cause duty calls, babe. oh, it was a fifty thousand bounty, it'll be good for us! c'me on, ya know ya can't resist me."

— samira was invested in making you feel good and less mad at her. she went down on you, using her sinful mouth to devour you as nobody could ever do to you. it brought her immense satisfaction to watch you moan and ride her face, chasing your release desperately. she could always make you have mind-blowing orgasms from this.

— "i bought ya a lil somethin', hope ya ain't tired yet, wanna be with ya all night long. i gotta compensate my absence last night, honey."

— when she showed you the vibrator, you bit your bottom lip and whined, begging her to make you feel good. samira licked her lips and positioned herself between your thighs once again.

— "c'me on...my little slut. do ya want this? then spread ya fuckin' legs for me. good girl. now beg for it."

— once samira was satisfied with all your neediness and begging, she chuckled and pressed the head of the wand against your core, doing circular movements, making you feel the vibrations all over. you moaned and arched your back, mouth open as a string of drawn out whimpers and cries fell. you were so sensitive with her previous actions and now this...it was pleasingly too much.

— just as you felt as it couldn't get any more overwhelming, samira stilled the vibrator, keeping it right against your clit as her skilful fingers slid into your dripping pussy, fucking you fast and hard. she laughed out loud as you nearly became undone beneath her, screaming and trying to unconsciously squirm away. "please", "samira", "i am gonna cum", were the only words your brain was capable of forming.

— "awww, ya gonna cum so fast, are ya? told ya, sweets...ya can't stay mad at me, nobody's ever gonna give ya a good fuckin' like i do. your body is mine. ya are mine. all fuckin' mine..."

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡

— cassandra is an elegant woman. she is known for her perfect and schooled posture under any situation. that particular trait turned her into the most cruel tease when she desired to.

— she's had a stressful day at the council and an evening filled with pointless meetings when all she wanted was to come home to her lover. as she finally walked into the bedroom, she offered you a gentle smile as you were laying in bed, waiting for her.

— "oh, hello, my darling. how was your day? good, good. mine? well, tiring. i couldn't wait to come home. i missed you. come, give me a kiss...oh...help me relax, you say? what will you do? ah, anything i want! well, i know something i want..."

— cassandra had you completely stripped for her. your hands were tied to the headboard and your feet were tied spread on the posts. you flustered as this position made you completely exposed to her, your eyes trembling a bit from the shame. the older woman grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

— "you are so gorgeous. i will be watching you, kitten. you are such a good pet...always so willing to please. i will reward you properly."

— you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against your folds. cassandra then pulled out her scarf and used it to secure the toy around your thigh. then her slender, gloved fingers came to spread your lips, adjusting it so it was right against your clit. the cold breeze fanning your core was enough to pull a needy whimper out of you.

— "let's turn it on, kitten. you like it, i know you do. that's it, there you go. should we put it on high? no? that's too bad. oooh, there you go. look at you...you can squirm all you want, you can't escape those vibrations, getting your little pussy all wet and ready for mistress."

— cassandra likes sitting on her chair from across the room, drinking her wine as she watches you beg and cum over and over again. her little smirk, dark eyes and dominant presence turns everything worse for you. if you are lucky enough, she'll show you some mercy and join you once she finishes.

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[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

trying to weite a qiyana x samira spicy fic for a friend’s birthday and it’s kicking my ass

#anyona has any tips on writinf smut or qiyana or samira? #pls let me know #cali speaks #league of legends #qiyana #samira #lol #wip

[thekrakenlolz]

Start up Fic - Ellie Williams x Reader

part 2

Summary: You switch dorms at your boarding school after you and your girlfriend go through a messy break up and you no longer can handle being roommates with her. Only your new one is a different kind of problem

a/n: I wrote the first chapter only to realize I have no idea what comes next. So here's my plan: if y'all like the set up, you can give me suggestions for what you want to happen next. I basically just laid down the base. So you can read it if you want and see if you have any ideas. But just as a warning, I'm not gonna write smut without a plot, I'm not about that life. I have a vague idea of what I can put next but it's very cliche and overdone sooooo yeah, thanx in advance<3

Also, English is my third language so expect bad grammar

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Your eyes wandered over the walls as you walked along them. The paint was starting to flake off, revealing the concrete underneath. Your school was old. Like old, old. Like Victorian ages old. Something most of your friends scoffed over, but you personally liked. You thought it gave it character. Of course a little bit of a touch up wouldn't hurt, but bathroom doors that are actually still attached to the stall hinges were overrated anyways.

You were following Miss Jenkins, your housemother, hunched over as you were balancing three of your bags on your back. Uncomfortable, yes, but you were trying to minimize the amount of trips you had to make to move all your shit over to your new dorm. Anything to avoid seeing Samira more than absolutely fucking necessary.

"Here we are" Miss Jenkins sighed, stopping in front of one of the gray doors. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You were still pissed that you had to put in 4 requests over the duration of 2 months before they finally assigned you a new room, but now she was acting like she was doing you a huge favor. Like taking 15 minutes out of her day was so much to ask for. But you kept it down, thanking her again before opening the door and stepping in.

The lengthy process of actually getting a new room gave you plenty of time to stress over who your new roommate would be. This girl, however, didn't even come to mind. You weren't even sure what her name was, your social circle and her's didn't interact much. E-something? Or was it L?

Mystery girl was sitting at her desk, headphones in, and carefully shading out something in her notebook. You noticed she had tucked her left leg under her, a bad habit you also possessed. She didn't register your presence, her eyes still fixed on the paper. You threw your bags next to your bed, which finally caught her attention. "Oh fuck" she jumped up from the desk and hurried over to your bed, picking up the stuff she dumped on it. "Hello to you too" you mused.

Sweatshirts, textbooks and pencils started flying over onto her bed. "I'm sorry, I thought I had until Sunday to get my shit off your side" She explained, tossing a hairbrush across the small room. You watched it hit the wall and fall down onto her Zelda themed sheets. Cute, you noted. "No worries, take your time, I still have stuff to move over"

So you were back in the hallway, slowly but surely making your way back to your old dorm and with that, to Samira. Now that you were by yourself, you took the time to think about your new roommate. You still didn't know her name but one thing was for certain: she was incredible looking.

Her thick straight auburn hair cut off above the shoulders and her cheeks were densely dotted with freckles. She was very toned, especially in the arms. She was probably in the lacrosse team.

You did notice she was more on the masculine side, so might maybe even be gay. You full stopped, forcing yourself to remember, that's exactly the type of shit that got you in your current situation in the first place. No fucking your roommate, dude, we talked about this.

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You took a moment to collect yourself before entering your old room. You drew a breath in, scanning the ugly grey door that separated you and her. 12B the lettering read, touched up with some sharpie. You reached for the knob.

She was sitting at her desk, scrolling on her phone and demonstratively ignoring your presence. You bit down on the inside of her cheek. This wasn't what you expected. Somehow you preferred another stupid fight over this new silence.

You stacked two backpacks on one arm and three bags on the other. The weight made your walk out rather inelegant. You stopped in the doorway. "Goodbye Sami."

You could practically feel her hesitate.

"Bye."

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[tchallasbabymama]

Updated 1/2/24

Black Panther fanfiction featuring Black OCs for the 18+ crowd. [Minors DNI]

Officially on hiatus until Spring 2024. I’ve been working on a lot of my original stories, and can’t do both at this time.

Also on AO3!

Here's my other Tumblr where I'll be keeping y'all updated on my original, non-fanfic works. I'm in the process of self-publishing an erotic novella at the moment. Stay tuned for updates!

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Fanfics below the cut. Enjoy 😘

📚= complete series

📖= series in progress

📓=oneshot

🚧= coming soon

Characters listed in alphabetic order:

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens, A.K.A. Prince N'Jadaka

All For Us 📚

Erik Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Erik x Samira (OC)

angst

The Temple 📚

Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.

N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)

smut

Black Lace 📓

Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.

Erik x Quinn (OC)

smut

Baby Body📓

New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.

Erik x Destiny (OC)

fluff, smut

Don’t Forget About Us 📓

Erik and his ex get that old thang back.

Erik x Kayla (OC)

smut

The Wedding Guest 📓

A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.

Erik x Stevie (OC)

smut

Teamwork 📓

Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.

Erik x Raven (OC)

smut

M'Baku

Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

M’Baku x Amita (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

M’Baku’s Love 📚

Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.

M’Baku x Monae (OC)

fluff, smut

Used 📓

M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.

M’Baku x Akila (OC)

smut

Tea and Tattoos 📓

M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.

M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)

smut

Ready📓

M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.

M’Baku x Rada (OC)

smut

Girl of His Dreams📓

M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.

M’Baku x Akeza (OC)

smut

Her Throne📓

A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.

M’Baku x Zora (OC)

smut

Ramonda

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 📖

Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.

Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)

fluff, smut

Shuri

Queen Shuri📓

Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.

angst

T'Challa

Troubled Waters 📚

When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.

T’Challa x Nia (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

Playlist  📚

On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.

T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Swimming in Denial 📚

Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?

T’Challa x Kali (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Polaroids📓

Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.

T’Challa x Tasha (OC)

fluff, smut

Potential Breakup Fic 📓

T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.

T’Challa x Kiana (OC)

angst

Thunderstorm📓

The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.

T’Challa x Ororo

smut

Homecoming📓

When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.

T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)

smut

Instinct📓

The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.

T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)

smut

Crossroads Blues📓

A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.

T’Challa x Monica Lynne

angst, fluff, smut

Thank you for reading and reblogging 💕

Masterlist graphic by @griot-of-wakanda.

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[clumsy-jiminie]

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❝ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, angst without resolve, smut - marking, unprotected sex, creampie

↣ notes :: pretty pretty please don't let anyone treat you like this 🥺 small argument or not, there are healthy ways to communicate this type of insecurity 🫶🏽

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"I can see that look in your eyes, the one that shoots me every time you grace me with your cold shoulder."

- ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ -

Kiara stuffed her hands in her oversized hoodie pocket as her feet led her through the hustle and bustle of the city streets. The weather was getting more tolerable as they approached a new month in the year. But then again, you could have a full snowstorm in New York in the spring. She kept her outfit light today, as light as she could go without freezing: A hoodie, a pair of leggings, and a spring jacket. The sneakers on her feet were old—dirt and stains in the crevices while the laces started wearing out. Kehlani blasted through her headphones as she weaved through people. She missed the city dearly. There was something about the feeling here that was addictive. Everyone had somewhere to be—whether it was to a job that they hated or a job that they loved, to see a family member, to sell a hat, to shop until they created a debt, or to see something incredible. Everyone had a story, no matter how big or small.

Kiara's story led her to a quaint coffee shop. Tiny and modern, it is a perfect puzzle piece in the large-scale picture of Manhattan—the smell of dark beans roasting mixed with the semi-sweet scents of freshly baked pastries. Exposed brick and pipes gave the place an industrial feel, partnered with the greenery hanging from the walls. Furniture with dark wood and black metal legs contrasted with the grey concrete flooring.

Despite it now being a crowded place where teens and adults alike could get their daily fix of the dark liquid, she knew this place from its humble beginnings. Mr. Choi brewed a mean cup of Joe, and she would sip it during the early morning rush before class in college. She and her best friends practically lived in this shop during school. They were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Mr. Choi almost adopted them, considering how often they were there. Jeongguk even got a job here at some point, figuring if he was going to spend all his time here, he might as well get paid for it.

They still gather here occasionally, especially on days like today. When Kiara arrived at the door, she pushed it open. A crowd greeted her upon entering. Most had drinks in their hands already but were struggling to find a seat in this small coffee shop. Kiara squeezed through the people until she arrived at her usual table. A seat by the window had her name engraved on it, and she slid into it with ease. She finally pulled off her headphones, greeting the midnight-haired girl across from her.

Samira glanced up from her tablet, her lips forming a wide smile as she chewed her gum. "Sup Ki."

"Not much. You doing wedding work?" She asked as she watched Samira write on the device while looking at information on her phone.

She nodded. "I gotta get these bouquet choices to Momo later today. I also gotta show her these swatches of blue." She tapped on her tablet several times before lifting it to show the woman.

Kiara stared at the four squares on the screen. Each blue was the same hue, but the tints, shades, and undertones varied. Her lips pursed as she examined the options. "I, personally, like the first one," she said as she leaned back. "It's soft and kinda reminds me of winter. Like how the sky looks on a clear day."

Samira turned the device back to her, staring at the color while she nodded. "See, this is why it's always great to have an artist as a friend." Kiara rolled her eyes while Samira chuckled. "Speaking of, anything happening with that? Are you close to buying that house like the sugar mama you are?"

Kiara's jaw dropped before she lifted her leg to kick the girl under the table. Samira laughed loudly. "I'm not a sugar mama!"

"Is he helping you pay?"

"…No."

"Then you're a sugar mama." Samira was always so blunt, and that's why Kiara loved her. It wasn't always jokes, but she would always call the girl out when she was being dramatic or wrong.

"Anyway!" Kiara exclaimed. "I had a client dinner last night."

”Ooh, tea time." Samira locked her table and phone, giving the other her full attention. "Was he hot? Was he single? You had a little fun last night?" She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table while holding her face in her hands.

Kiara's face suddenly grew hot, and she reached up to involuntarily cover her neck with her hand. She had forgotten about the hickey Taehyung had left on her for a split second, hoping the hoodie would've covered it for her. "No!" She said quickly, hoping Samira didn't notice the red staining her cheeks. But she did, causing a smirk on her friend's lips. "He was that same asshat from the gallery."

"Oh." Her smirk quickly faded. She scrunched up her nose with disgust as her shoulders dropped.

"And turns out he wasn't just having a bad day. He was actually just a dick. He called me a coward, then selfish! All because I would rather separate my painter life from my regular life." Kiara pouted at the end of her sentence, leaning back into her chair. It was still a fresh wound, making her rethink every choice she had made thus far.

Samira scoffed. "He obviously doesn't know you. In fact, if you ever see him on the streets, let me know. I'll beat his ass."

Kiara's eyes widened as she quietly chuckled. "What is with you and Kookie being so violent?"

"Don't act like you're not the same. Just because you're in a little relationship that has you acting all prim and proper doesn't mean I don't know the real Kiara and how she used to beat ass because someone looked at me funny."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "I was younger back then and clearly had uncontrolled anger."

"Yeah, sure," Samira smiled while shaking her head. "Speaking of JK, when is he going up?"

Kiara shrugged as she grabbed her phone, looking at the time. "You know he never gives a time for these things." Suddenly, the coffee shop roared with cheers, grabbing the girl's attention. They looked towards a small stage along the shop's farthest wall. "Speak of the devil," she smirked as the tall man approached the stage. He wore a black T-shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans. There was a silver chain that hung from his belt loops. Sitting down at the piano on the stage, he tugged a stray strand of his midnight hair behind his ear. A microphone was attached to the instrument, angled perfectly so the person could speak.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," his smooth voice entered the mic and echoed through the establishment. Samira and Kiara locked eyes before covering their mouths to hide the giggles that quietly escaped. "This song is called 17, and I hope you enjoy it."

His fingers began to press on the white and black keys, combining the notes until they formed a beautiful melody.

"I would need a million words if I tried to define all the things you mean to me…." 

His voice was like laying on a cloud — soft and fluffy, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Everyone in the store was mesmerized; even those who came in solely for a beverage stopped to listen for a few moments. They always left with a broad smile after. Jeongguk's voice has affected people ever since he was little. Kiara couldn't help but smile as she watched her best friend do what he loved. He shut his eyes as he sang, tuning out everything around him until nothing was left but notes. Kiara felt like a mother watching her child's first performance. 

She knew everyone in that room fell in love based on their reaction when Jeongguk sang his last note. It was overwhelmingly positive. The audience overfilled the tip jar near the bottom of the stage with bills and coins. Jeongguk stood up with a smile so wide on his lips that his eyes crinkled, smiling along with him. He bowed as the crowd cheered for him, leaning down to grab the tip jar before walking off the stage. Women who were bold enough stopped and flirted with him as he passed through the crowd. All Jeongguk did was laugh it off and politely turn them down, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. He reached his usual table, dropping the jar onto the table with an obnoxious thud. He made the same sound as he dropped down in the seat next to Kiara, letting out a dramatic sigh.

The girls exchanged a look before watching as his eyes closed, breathing heavily. "God, it's so hard being wanted." The two burst into laughter as he grinned, opening his eyes to look at them. "So? What did you guys think?"

"Not my favorite song," Samira said with a smirk.

"It's a good thing I don't value your opinion," Jeongguk quipped before sticking his tongue out, causing her to mirror his reaction. After a moment, he turned his head to Kiara, waiting for her answer.

"You know I loved it Kookie." She smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat as heat rushed to his ears. She chuckled as she poked at his reddening skin with her finger, making his body scrunch up like a snail recoiling into their shell. "How long did it take to write this one?"

"Only a few weeks this time," he answered with a smile. His silver lip rings glimmered as he spoke.

Kiara's smile was still etched on her lips, leaning over to the man. The scent of fresh laundry with the faintest hint of cologne entered her nostrils as she cupped his jaw in her hand. She squeezed Jeongguk's cheeks until his pink lips puffed out, shaking his head from side to side a little. "Look at him, Sammie! Our little bunny boy is growing up so fast!" Jeongguk chuckled, trying to pull her hand away, but her grip was tight.

Samira grinned, reaching her hand out to join in the fun of playing with Jeongguk's face. Her hand replaced Kiara's as she pouted out her lips. "I know! We did such a good job raising our little bunny boy." She teased in a baby voice.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, pulling Samira's hand away from his face. "You know we're the same age, right?!"

The two girls glanced at each other before looking at the man. "And?" Kiara asked.

"Your point?" Samira added.

Jeongguk stared at them, shaking his head as he smiled. "You guys kill me." He reached into his tip jar, pulling out various bill amounts. "Y'all what something? It's on me."

The girls enthusiastically agreed before Jeongguk handed Kiara some money. She got their orders before standing up and walking towards the counter. She squeezed through the shoulders of random customers. Most waited for their drink orders, while others stayed for the atmosphere. Kiara hated crowded places like this. People had no respect for personal space or sense of how much space they took up. And because it's an establishment, she couldn't necessarily mow through people like she could on the streets. The crowd was less tight when she finally got closer to the counter. She sighed deeply, taking a single step before someone bumped right into her. She quickly felt something warm spreading from her chest to her abdomen, glancing down to see coffee all over her cream hoodie.

”What the fuck?!" She shrieked without taking a second to remember where she was. She reached for the napkins on the counter, frantically patting at her chest and torso.

"Oh my god, I'm so—" His eyes then met with the familiar golden skin Kiara possessed. He couldn't help the playful smirk that formed on his lips. "Well, doesn't karma have a funny way of working?" Jimin said, his words laced with smugness.

Kiara glared up at the blonde, huffing as she accepted defeat. Her hoodie was forever stained. "Eat ass, Park." His eyelids lowered at the girl. Why did his last name sound so unique, leaving her mouth wrapped in that annoyed tone? Maybe it was how she formed the noun—the light reflecting off lovely glossed lips as they parted to allow the syllable to roll off her tongue. It was intoxicating to watch. "You owe me a new shirt!"

His brows drew together as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh? If that's the case, I should send you my dry cleaning bill from last night."

"Fuck you, that was water!" She snapped at him. "And this is coffee! I'm never gonna get this out!"

His face remained unchanged despite receiving daggers from the girl. The most he did was shrug, causing her jaw to drop. "It wasn't that cute of a hoodie."

"What do you know about cute hoodies?!" She sounded a bit like a child, making the man chuckle softly.

"Enough to know yours isn't."

Kiara's eye twitched before she covered her face with her hands. She dragged them down her face, pulling gently at the skin as it relieved some of the building stress. She wanted to punch him in his nose. Or his mouth. Or anywhere on his body, in that case. He was such an asshole. The least he could've said was sorry. Maybe even offer to buy her a new hoodie. But no, even in moments where he was wrong, he still was an asshole through and through. "You are such a—"

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" She recognized Jeongguk's voice almost instantly. He stood beside her, staring at the massive stain on her shirt. Jimin eyed the new man, practically sizing him up despite the man being taller.

She inhaled deeply before sighing. "Nothing, nothing," she said as she shook her head. She wrapped her fingers around the man's tattooed bicep as she looked up at him. Eyes so big and round. Love, the blonde thought as he watched their interaction intently. How come she never looked at Jimin like that? But why did he want her to look at him like that? "Do you have a spare hoodie?"

The man looked down at her with the softest eyes, like she was the only person in the world to him. Jimin's brows furrowed again as he watched the warm smile form on Jeongguk's lips. "Yeah, of course."

She didn't need to say thank you; her eyes said more than enough. She then glanced towards Jimin, and for the second time, he witnessed that fondness instantly dissipating. Kiara's amber eyes were set ablaze once again. "Fuck you," she spat before Jeongguk led her away. They disappeared behind some door with a sign that read employees only. Jimin felt the same heavy feeling from before, sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. He didn't know why he wanted her to look at him with fondness so severely. She was annoying, a coward, a complete headache, and nowhere near his type. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before rejoining the line.

"He's such a fucking jerk!" Kiara groaned as she followed behind Jeongguk to the break room area. "Who the fuck spills coffee on someone and doesn't even apologize?!"

He stopped in front of his locker and opened it, grabbing one of the two hoodies that were inside. When working at a cafe with clumsy newbies, spare clothing is more of a necessity than a suggestion. "Who the fuck was he?" He asked as he tossed her the hoodie, and she caught it.

"The same dickhead from last night," she grumbled. She pulled her hoodie over her head, leaving her standing in just a red bra with an intricate white lace pattern. Jeongguk's eyes widened briefly before quickly looking up at the ceiling. Heat flooded his ears and over his face, as he tried to forget the image he just saw. "Like, first of all, what are the odds?" Kiara continued to rant casually as if she wasn't half naked. She pulled Jeongguk's black clothing over her head, slipping into the three times too big fabric. "Second of all, he's lucky I didn't fucking deck him."

Jeongguk's eyes finally returned to the girl once she was clothed again. "Wait, what? The guy from last night?"

Kiara nodded as she picked up her dirty hoodie. When she looked towards Jeongguk, he was suddenly gone. Her eyes grew wide as she ran after him. "Kookie!" She yelled as he walked through the door. She returned to the central part of the cafe, seeing Jeongguk glance around with his brows furrowed. She grabbed him, but that didn't stop him from scanning the room. "You're on the clock!" She whispered.

All Jeongguk did was suck his teeth. "Man's lucky I like my job," he continued to look regardless, "and I can't find him."

Kiara rolled her eyes before patting his chest, "You need therapy."

"You need therapy," Jeongguk taunted quietly as Kiara joined the line again.

Kiara said goodbye to Jeongguk, watching him pull off on his motorcycle before walking inside her house. She sighed heavily upon entering, her energy drained from today's activities. After the coffee shop debacle, the three decided to hang out at Samira's house like old times. Little did Jeongguk and Kiara know that agreeing to hang out meant helping her with wedding planning. The woman was so passionate and dedicated to her job that it was something to admire, but only from afar. Her apartment was a wreck, littered with pictures and business cards. Kiara knew Samira's seriousness about her job, but since agreeing to be Momo's wedding planner, she has gone off her rocker. She ate, slept, breathed wedding details, and dragged the other two into it.

As she kicked off her sneakers, she could hear jazz music blasting from the kitchen. "Babe?" She called out as her feet led her amongst the familiar path.

Soon, Taehyung popped his head into the kitchen archway, causing a smile on Kiara's lips. "Darling! When did you get home? I'm just about done with dinner." His boxy grin made her heart skip a beat. She soon joined him in the kitchen while he resumed cooking. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pressed her face into his back. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent mixed with fresh laundry. Taehyung chuckled softly, "Long day?" Kiara nodded, moving along with him as he acted like she wasn't currently attached to him. "Wanna talk about it over dinner?" She nodded again, releasing him once he picked up the plates. 

They sat at their small dining room table, peacefully munching their food. Kiara looked up at Taehyung, who focused on his plate. That same warmth swamped her system. She felt so happy with him. She loved this small house they called home. She loved coming home after a long day to see his smiling face. She loved how comfortable she was with him. She glanced down at her left hand, eying her bare ring finger. If only this were enough for him.

"So?" Taehyung started with a mouth full of food. She filled him in on the events of last night and how they bled into today. Taehyung's features remained blank until the end, where he raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little. "I honestly wouldn't put that past him. He's a little snobby."

"There's a difference between being a little snobby and a complete dick. Like, do you think I'm selfish?" She asked as she placed her fork down.

He shrugged again. "You have your moments, but I don't think it's like what he's saying."

"Exactly! Everyone is a little selfish; it's just human. But he's making it seem like I wanna keep everything to myself on purpose." She folded her arms over her chest as she leaned into her chair.

Taehyung glanced at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Is that a new hoodie?" He stared at the dark fabric covering her body with a red skull and crossbones decal in the center.

"No, it's JK's. He gave it to me after Jimin practically dumped his coffee on me."

"JK's?" He repeated to himself, almost scoffing as he nodded his head.

Kiara watched his reaction closely—how his body suddenly tense up and the corner of his lips pushed downward. She rolled her eyes before shutting them as she leaned her head back into the chair. "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" He chuckled, absent of any joy. "I just find it funny that you come home in his hoodie. He drop you off too?"

"Yes, he did. And it's just a hoodie, Tae. I didn't want to walk around with a huge coffee stain on me, especially in public."

"Samira didn't have anything?"

"No?" She snapped a little, raising her head and opening her eyes to look at him. Taehyung's eyes narrowed at her. "Why would Samira carry around extra clothing?"

"But he did? Or did he peel his own shirt off to give to you?" He laughed, running his hands through his slightly curled locks. "Shit like this always seems to conveniently happen to you. You come home with a piece of JK on you; whether it's his clothing or his smell, you were wearing his boxer briefs once!"

"Oh my god," Kiara mumbled while pressing her fingers to her temple.

"What was that?" Taehyung suddenly raised his voice. Her eyes met his, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, he lifted his hand. He used the gesture to silence her, and it did just that. The words died on her tongue, abandoned sounds running around in her head. "You know, this is getting ridiculous. If I had a girl best friend doing all of this with me, you would've flipped your shit a long time ago."

"Taehyung," she tried her hardest to remain calm. It would've been over if she raised her voice or said something with a hint of sarcasm. "I have been friends with this man for years now. There is absolutely nothing between us."

He scoffed loudly, "That's a likely story." He stood up from the table and walked over to the living room. Kiara sighed as she got up, following after him. She noticed he grabbed his leather jacket and a white baseball cap. He put the hat on to hide his midnight hair.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but there was no response. She rolled her eyes. "Taehyung," she reached out to grab his hand, but he quickly pulled away. He glared at her over his shoulder, making her step back. 

She hated it when he looked at her like that. Like she was something vile, it made every insecurity she had crawl out of the depths of her brain and take center stage. Taehyung slid on some shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. Her body jumped at the noise, tears stinging her eyes as she watched him pull out of the driveway from her window.

"Fuck," she sighed softly, turning to the table to grab her phone. She frantically clicked on Taehyung's contact, which was sent to voicemail each time. The tears filled to the brim before rolling down her cheeks silently. She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the waterworks, the hoodie that caused this whole mess. She never understood why he got like this and flipped a switch with ease. It was always over the tiniest things, too. She sat on the couch, chewing on her nails as she repeatedly called the man.

Taehyung was gone for hours, and by the time he returned home, he found Kiara passed out on the couch. She had replaced Jeongguk's black hoodie with one of Taehyung's grey ones instead. He carefully removed his jacket and shoes before walking to the sleeping girl and sitting in front of her. He gently wiped away her smudged mascara, causing her to scrunch her nose as she started to awake. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and then her cheek. He gently persuaded her to wake up, her tired eyes finally fluttering open to meet his. There weren't any words exchanged between the two before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was timid and soft. She followed his lead until she couldn't help but yearn for more of him.

The kiss guided Taehyung onto his knees, then to the couch with Kiara, where he found a place between her legs. Her hands ran up his arms, feeling his muscles subtly flexed underneath her touch. Within time, the kiss between the two grew heavier, his tongue gently appearing by grazing past her lip. She parted them just enough to let him in, their tongues gliding past each other as he pressed his hips into hers. Her hand traveled up to his head, where she swiftly pulled the cap off and tossed it to the ground. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, causing a soft moan to escape from his lips to hers.

He broke the kiss as his hand caressed her thigh. His lips found her neck, placing various kisses against her skin until her chest arched into his. And that's where he stayed, adding another bruise to her golden skin where the first one had barely healed. She moaned out for him, pressing her hips into his as she silently begged for more. He stuck his hand between their bodies, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear. His middle finger found her clitoris with ease, gently circling it with the pad of his finger. Kiara tensed from his touch and then released. A chorus of moans parted from her throat as she tried to match the circling of her hips to his finger. 

After being satisfied with the bruise on her neck, he crashed his lips into hers again. Her hips bucked against his finger, making his cock throb in his sweatpants. He couldn't wait much longer, breaking the kiss once again. He pulled his hand out of her panties before swiftly sliding them down her legs. He didn't bother with taking his pants off, only pulling them down enough for his member to spring free. He aligned himself with her entrance, sliding his tip in between her lips to lube himself up before pushing forward. She sucked in through her teeth, her brows furrowing as she tried to get accommodated to his length. It stung a little, but Taehyung continued, slowly pulling his hips back and then forward again. As soon as Kiara's face relaxed, he increased his pace.

Her eyes shut as she moaned out for him, gripping his arm tightly as he stretched out her walls. He worked her into the couch, skin slapping together as he fell into a rhythm. He leaned forward, resting his temple against hers as he panted and groaned into her ear. She whined, her hands traveling to his back where nails dug into his skin through the fabric. The power of his hips increased, his tip pressing into her cervix until he suddenly bottomed out and stopped. She could feel him throbbing before he pulled out of her. There was a cool breeze on her lower region as he got up, pulling his pants back onto his waist. He sat down beside her, panting as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She felt uncomfortably wet, scared to move in fear of pushing Taehyung's seed out and onto the fabric of the couch.

"I'm going to bed," he said before getting up. He walked towards the bedroom before disappearing from her line of sight.

Kiara's eyes were wide with shock, and she scoffed quietly as she carefully pushed herself off the couch. She grabbed her underwear off the floor and shuffled to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up. She couldn't understand how, even after that, he could still be cold to her. What was the point if he was still upset? After her shower, she walked into the room and crawled into the space next to him, feeling more alone than before.

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[arianamarshall]

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[cevansbrat0007]

Just A Friend

Summary: You make the mistake of referring to Andy as “just a friend”. Takes place right after the events in Dessert Before Dinner. CLICK HERE to read Part Two. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt Andy, Confused/Hurt Reader, Arguing, Cursing, Fluff, Smut (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please let me know your thoughts and thanks for reading! Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

___

The words had come out of your mouth before you could stop them. To be fair, it’d made sense. It’s not like the two of you had had the actual conversation or anything.

And the last thing you had wanted to do was just assume the two of you were a “thing”. For all you knew, you both were just having a good time.

Of course you thought it was more than that, but you also couldn’t read Andrew Barber’s mind. If anything, you were just learning how to read his facial expressions. The man was the friggin’ District Attorney, so he was adept at schooling his features by default.

Okay, let’s be rational and break this down…

One: You two hung out all of the time. You texted and called one another every day.

Two: He called you his baby girl.

Three: You’d given up the cookie. And he’d devoured said cookie.

Four: The whole Merry-Go-Round escapade. That had to mean something, right?

But when pressed, your mind had gone blank, and, well…

___

Two hours earlier…

You and Andy had been strolling hand in hand down the street, trying to figure out where you wanted to go lunch. Neither one of you could seem to make up your minds.

“Would you stop it already?” He playfully growled as he once again maneuvered your smaller body so that you were walking on the inside of his. “It’s safer for you here.”

You rolled your eyes and blew out of breath.

“And remind me again, why am I safer here?”

“Because if a car were to run off the road and onto the sidewalk right here, right now it would hit me and not you.” Andy responded as if it were obvious.

“Oh, right. Of course.”

“Hey, baby girl. My logic is sound.” He pressed a quick kiss to your hand.

“Alright, Big Man, alright. How about chicken and waffles?”

“Oooh! Now there’s an idea.”

“I know a spot a couple blocks from here that’s know for their -“

You were cut off by the sound of your name being called. Looking around, you saw your friend Samira and her husband Damian headed towards you.

“Hey, babe!” You had let go of Andy’s hand to wrap your arms around your girl, before doing the same to her husband.

“Good to see you, Y/N. It’s been a minute.” Damian was quick to note.

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh before turning to the man at your side. “These are my friends, Samira and Damian. We met back in college.” You told him.

He’d nodded and shook their hands. And then there was a few seconds of silence.

“Oh! Um, and this my, uh, friend, Andrew.” Almost immediately you felt him tense next you.

“Yeah. Y/N and I are friends.” He’d grunted.

“Well, we were on our way to lunch. But, um, let’s get together soon.”

After you’d parted ways, you had gone to grab his hand again, but it remained slack. So you had let it go.

“Andy?” You’d asked. “Are you…okay?”

“Your friend is fine, Y/N.” He’d grunted again. “Just fine. Let’s just get some lunch.”

Why did you get the feeling that you’d just fucked up?

___

Now…

You’re sitting across from each other, neither one of you truly touching your chicken and waffles.

Not to mention the fact that your lunch companion is barely speaking to you.

“Do you want some more sweet tea, Andy?”

“Don’t really feel like developing diabetes today.” He grumbles.

Okay.

“How’s the food?” You try again.

“Not quite to my taste.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Do you wanna go somewhere else?”

Instead of answering, he turns to stare out the window.

“Look, Andrew, I’m trying here. But you’ve go to give me something, honey…”

Your Big Man chuckles softly, sounding anything but amused. “Aww, don’t stop now, sweetheart. Not when you’re being such a good friend.”

You stare at him, trying to make sense of his words.

“Andy…if this is about what I said back there with Samira -“

One big hand waves you off. And then he asks for the check.

And you feel like crying.

___

You’re both silent on the walk back to your place, ignoring the smell of rain in the air and the boom of thunder in the distance.

“Andy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His voice hard. “Let’s just get you home.”

“Please stop for a second!” You tug on the crook of his arm. “C’mon!” You plead when you’re barely able to slow him down.

“Why, baby? I’m just trying to see you home like any good friend would.” This go round he has a hard time keeping the anger out of his voice.

“Why do keep saying it like that?” Your Big Man is making you want to pull your hair out. “Stop, damn you!”

A drop of rain hits your nose.

Andy turns on you, his jaw tensed. “Saying it like what? What am I saying it like, Y/N?”

Another drop. And then another.

“Like you’re upset.” Upset with me.

He folds is arms across his broad, muscled chest. “You know what? I’m not upset. I’m just - I’m just fucking disappointed.”

It’s drizzling now.

“Disappointed how?” You all but screech. “Give me something to work with!”

“You know why I’m disappointed, why?” Andy’s imposing form looms over you, but you weren’t afraid. “Because the girl I care about, the first woman I’ve allowed myself to develop feelings for since my goddamned wife died thinks of me as just a fucking friend!” He hisses angrily. “I don’t need anymore fucking friends, Y/N, and I don’t want any. I want you.”

You shake your head.

He steps back with a sigh. “But if you don’t want me, that’s fine. I know I can’t make you want me, even though I desperately wish I could.”

It’s raining now.

“Andy…”

“Let’s just get you home.” Your Big Man turns his back on you. “I don’t even have an umbrella to offer you.” He mumbles.

“Andrew - Andrew! STOP!” You growl, finally finding some fire of your own. “I do want you.”

“We’re both adults, Y/N. No need to lie.” He grouses.

You jog to step in front of him, awkwardly brushing the wet hair out of your eyes.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, you use all of your strength to hold him in place. “Look at me. Please fucking look at me before I tackle you to the muddy ground and sit on you.”

His beautiful blue yes finally meet your own.

“I do want you. You are all I think about. I’m talking straight up corny shit. Like, you’re the last thing on my mind at night, and the first thing I think about in the morning. Okay?” You tug him closer to you.

“I am falling for you. Fuck! I am. You and I just hadn’t had this conversation yet and I was worried that we wouldn’t be on the same page. But you are more than just my friend. You’re my man.”

“I am?” He whispers, oblivious to his own drenched clothing. “That’s how you think of me?”

“I do. Be my boyfriend, buy me a promise ring. Let’s go steady, boo. Whatever it takes. I don’t care.”

Yeah, you were all about that corny life these days.

“You mean that? You really -“

“Oh, just shut up already.” You growl softly.

You let go of his shirt before pulling his head down to your own for a kiss. A kiss filled with so much passion and promise and emotion, it makes your knees weak. Andrew wraps his brawny arms around you, pulling you even closer as his tongue stakes it’s claim over yours.

Eventually you pull away from one another, your chests heaving.

“Take me home. Warm me up. And then let me make love to you.” You purr.

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

END

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[nyctophiliq]

✮ — MOMMY OR DADDY? ; sevika, renata glasc, cassandra, ambessa, grayson, vayne, samira

minors dni; afab reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, suggestive themes, mommy and daddy kink,

moss' notes; you might not see eye to eye with my headcanons or characteristics that i defined as being more mommy or more daddy, but please enjoy this nonetheless!

first laying some grounds for the criteria of what i define or use as characteristics for deciding who is more mommy and who is more daddy. THIS FIC IS NOT ABOUT ROLE PLAY, IT'S ABOUT THE KINK !

— MOMMY

mommies are more nurturing, they utter kind words to cherish, care for and protect you, help or courage whatever your dreams or goals are. they are good at telling you how they feel, and although they might take some convincing to do so, they are open about their feelings so the two of you can work any problems or discomfort out quickly and as effectively as possible. they are protective like a mother figure, they don't just protect you from physical harm with their words but would rather lie for you than have you in any conflict. she often tries to take interest in your interest, maybe look after it, and suggests making time with her regarding that interest. they are so affectionate you might get sick of them, and they express their emotion overbearingly which might cause you to think they are being clingy and overshooting the point of validation.

— DADDY

daddies have a harder time expressing their emotions, either because they are closed off or are afraid they won't appear as strong in your eyes as they originally deemed you see them. they would rather see you in jail as a cause of teaching you a lesson than have you get away with murder. they are protective like a father figure, and they use physical force if they need to so to not see you harmed. they rather show their feelings through physical touch rather than uttering sweet words to you out loud. she often shows you her current hyper fixation, trying to rope you into the loop of it and convince you to make plans with her while she had already had you confined to a chair just doing that. they might seem distant because of their lack of showing their emotions and you might rule them ignorant, cold, and uncaring of how you are but that is not true! they care about you deeply, they just have a hard time verbalizing it.

— sevika ˖⁠♡

sevika is a person who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for you and then ask for a reward, say that you should thank her in whatever way you see fit. she strings you along like a puppet to get you wherever she wants you, and persuade you to do things with her or for her. she won’t cross a line, that is something you can be certain about, but she will say some words that you might not all favor. she acts daddy, with all her aggressive words and moves, walking tall and proud, ready to give out some slaps to keep those around her in place. behind closed doors, she is less demanding and less of a “tough guy” but still not enough to give in to her gentle emotions and rant about how much she loves you. she is a person who picks a play time partner by how fun it will be, that she gets the most out of it but not with you, not anymore, she is ready to settle just doesn’t know how. call her daddy, she will like it! she will be even more proud of herself, hearing you call her such a thing gives her a newer perspective and opens up the vulnerable side of her knowing that you trust her like this.

“got ya a pretty present, princess! it’s your favorite, i went through real trouble to get it so you gotta thank it later, alright? come with me to that game i told ya about?”

— cassandra ˖⁠♡

she is a true mommy, the fittest of them all, if not for being a mom already, then because she would have a feel for being it. she carries herself around with not only presitge but with the kind of gaze that you know she cares about those who are around her. the councilwoman will pay extra attention to whatever interests you and share some of her tips for saving money so you can do more of your hobby. she won’t be too explicit about her affection towards you out in public, but behind closed doors she utters the most beautiful of compliments, calls you her sweetest girl, that no wealth can compare to you. cassandra will need a little time to warm up to the idea of being a mommy in a sexual context and that it means that she takes care of you in a different kind of sense rather than the usual mom duties.

“my sweetest girl, surely there is non i can help you with right now? say to word and i am taking you home, you don’t really have to be around here if you don’t like. i take you home, we have lunch, play a little maybe, or just sit around, hm?”

— renata glasc ˖⁠♡

renata is the perfect definition of a mommy, without a question. she has the means to support you financially, the power and influence to help you reach your wildest dreams. she loves spoiling you, be it your favorite food, snack, or something you have wanted and just mentioned to her that you planned to buy it. she likes checking in on you if not hourly, either she appears or one of her most trusted fellows, making sure you are well and content. this might sound possessive and it is, but she is just so terrified of something happening to you while she is not there, she would rather hear you complain than not hear you at all. she might be a little closed off, a tad bit embarrassed about how she has a liking for being called mommy but that shouldn’t stop you from calling her that, she will click into the rhythm very soon and will call herself mommy, playing along.

“have you had a good day? my day was like usual, work towering high but i got you something because i knew my darling would be very fond of it. go ahead… open up, don’t make me wait too long.”

— ambessa ˖⁠♡

ambessa rather punch a hole through a wall, start another war, or begin her angered rant about some fool that tried to wife her before talking about her truest feelings. there are no such things as emotions in front of her people, she is a warlord, and she is supposed to be scary rather than scared. she is fearless, a true warrior, and a really hard nut to crack- ambessa is the perfect definition of a daddy. while she adores the title of being a daddy to you, but she would much appreciate it if you’d address her as mistress or warlord, but she is fit for a daddy whenever you feel like calling her one. she can be cruel sometimes, making you practice the sort of skills of survival that piltover no longer sees necessary, shedding blood and coerce you into taking a life, prove her if it comes to it you can protect yourself. ambessa can’t admit out loud that she is starved for being touched and so she sometimes can go overboard with physical attention, just give her a hug out of the blue and she will be thinking about it for the rest of her life.

“is there anything you don’t do for me, my girl?

— grayson ˖⁠♡

grayson’s shell radiates the typical daddy vibes, a person who is afraid to commit to their feelings and would rather gift you something than tell you how much she loves you. but grayson isn’t really a daddy, she is a mommy without a doubt. she is very protective of you, and would risk her job even if you think that’s silly, she would lie instead of seeing you behind bars, and not without reason. she might not be the wealthiest person, being an enforcer isn’t the highest-paying job, but her connections can help you to climb some ladders if needed. grayson has never been a mom, the closest she got was maybe training caitlyn and when you call her mommy for the first time it’s just something she gets drunk off of and becomes a little addicted. she is overbearingly loving, can’t stop calling you sweet pet names and tell you how pretty you are, how she can’t get over the fact that she finally can settle down and not be afraid of taking a bigger step in her life alone.

“dearest of mine, i am sorry for being late, but this job… thankfully i am staying home, like it or not. what about if we go around the city, visit your favorite café for an afternoon sweet?”

— vayne ˖⁠♡

shauna needed no introduction to the name calling, although she started out calling herself daddy which is very understandable. she is closed off, not at all willing to let anyone be emotionally close to her due to her fear of them being taken away once again. she does appear to be on the daddy side because of her need for vengeance, the way she fights, talks, and lives her everyday life but soon will grow into the more mommy side of her personality. shauna will always be a mommy, she just needs a little more time to really appreciate being called one. with the space left for her she will be more open, now you won’t need to use those clues you picked up along the way to understand how she is feeling because she will tell you herself how she feels.

“my moon, the night is still not clear of the demons but i will never let them take you, i would never ever let that happen. if it means that i have to give up hunting them, then be it, as long as i can keep you safe.”

— samira ˖⁠♡

samira is the person who if caught in the right moment can be very open about her feelings and won’t shut you out or shut down as soon as she realizes she is getting weaker and weaker with each word she utters. her appearance, her strong frame, the clothes she wears, and the way she talks all scream mommy. being called mommy would be a new thing for her, she had never really thought about this kind of thing, but then not a lot stayed with her as long as you have. samira might be a fighter, a woman who brings both a gun and a sword to a fight, spreading herself thing but don’t forget about her just because she looks so put together, mommies can hide their emotions well.

“habib albi, my sword is not a pretty toy to play with, at least not like this! you are gonna cut yourself, can’t have you bleeding my pretty girl. gotta keep you safe, okay?”

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[nkirukaj]

I Want You, Simon- Chapter 19

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: Sexual Acts

Genre: Angst/Fluff and Smut

Word Count: 2.1K

When they arrived at Simon’s apartment, he was eerily silent, as if he was making some big decision in his head, so she helped herself to the space. Samira stands by the counter, chugging down a bottle of water, because for some reason, she was feeling quite thirsty. Out of nowhere she feels hands on her waist, spinning her around. She looks up to see Simon, staring at her with an expression that can only be read as seductive. He grabs her waist with intention and steps closer, pressing her between himself and the counter. The air got hotter as he spoke. 

“You’ve been talking a lot of smack all night,”

She nods assuredly, her skin burning with desire for him as she continues to sip her water.

“You think you can get away with that?”

“I do. Because I know, that you won’t do a thing”

“Really.” He looks down at her over his glasses

“Really. You don’t know what you’re getting into Simon.” She smiles and looks away from him “What are you going to do?” She challenges him and raises the bottle to her lips once again

Without warning Simon intercepted her arm, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the counter. She does a double take between him and the counter.

“And to answer your question, what I’m going to do is exactly, what you asked me to,” he spoke simply

He gently cups her chin and plants a kiss on her lips. When he pulls back he says “Kiss you,” he pulls her back into a much deeper kiss. One that had her wrap her arms around his neck and throat and pull him by the bowtie. Many many moans were traded between their mouths before he pulled back again, “Touch you,” he breathed, his breath made her face warm itself up. Her red face turned him into a smirk, as he snaked his arms around her waist, then trailed down past her butt and landed on her thighs. Quickly lifting and planting her butt on the counter with a firm, but soft SPLAT, he looks up at her, keeping his hands on her lower back. She pulls him closer by his jacket and bites his earlobe. When he’s close enough to be touching the counter, she strips him of the jacket, tossing it onto the table. She takes her sweet time untying his bowtie, plays with it in her fingers, and then wraps her legs around his torso; as he grabs her thighs. Simon pulls himself in and hugs her waist, burying his face into her midsection. She holds him close and runs her hands through his hair. She kisses the top of his head and leans hers on his. There’s a beat of silence, before she asks.

“What else will you do?”

He holds her arm and kisses it all the way up to her shoulder. 

“What you asked me to,” he responds

She grabs his face on both sides and tilts up his chin, going in for a deep kiss. She abruptly ends it and speaks, looking intently into his eyes.

“Say it,”

He gulps a bit before biting his lip. He looks away instinctively before Samira turns it back to her. “Say it,” she spoke again assertively.

“Fuck you,” he says with the warmth spreading all over his body.

“Do you want me?” She asked, her heart beating fast and her hands holding his face.

“I need you,” he breathed back, clutching her body close and nuzzling into her neck “Do you want me?” He spoke into her throat, but his warm, minty, breath touched her everywhere.

“I want you, Simon” she said, just barely holding back a moan as he sucked on her neck. 

His fingers cautiously dance up her back before reaching her zipper and pulling it down halfway. 

“Stop.” Samira says and his freezes immediately 

His voice is frantic “What? Did I do something wrong?” She grabs his face with one hand

“No. You’re doing everything right” She smirks “But you go first.” She leans back onto the counter

“To..take take off…?” 

Samira nods and bites her lip, smirking “Unless you want me to take it off for you?”

He stares blankly with a beet red face. 

“Do…as you must.”

She gestures for him to come towards her with a giddy grin plastered on her face. She looks into his eyes and slowly pulls apart each button. Toward the end of the shirt, she got more frustrated, treating each button as an obstacle, between her and his skin. Simon’s heat increased with every undone button, as all he could do was stare at her as she worked, unable to do anything. Not powerless, but submissive. Each breath on his skin put a tingling in him all the way down to his fingers. 

Once his shirt was open, she reached inside it and full on touched his bare skin, hugging her face to his body. 

“Can I kiss you?” She looked back up at him with doe eyes.

“Yes, of course,” he answered, expecting a kiss on the lips, but instead she pressed her soft lips onto his chest, making him shudder in all the right ways. She places many kisses all over his bare skin, until his fingers could not be ignored. He reaches to her zipper yet again, with his mouth next to her ear.

“Is this okay?” He whispers

She nods and breaths shakily into his neck.

“I need you to say it,”

She presses herself into him, wrapping her legs tighter around his crotch. “Yes Daddy, do it.”

He pulls down her zipper and soon the only thing keeping her dress up was the pressure between her body and his. He lifts her up and carries her over to the couch, with her legs tightly binding them together. He places her on the couch gently, and she holds up her dress to say “Take off the rest, I wanna see all of you,”

Simon looks a bit embarrassed and slowly reaches for his pants.

“I can make you more comfy. Look,” she stands and lets her dress fall. 

She had on a nude bra and underwear, giving a taste of what it would look like when she took them off. Her body was magical. At that moment all he thought of was Samira. No questions, tasks, worries, regrets or anything of the sort. Only dreams and fantasies, and they were all her. Every centimeter of his body longed for her. He wasn’t sure how long he was staring, but probably for a while, because when his brain returned to his body, Samira’s arms were wrapped around her mid-section, in a bit of a self-conscious way.

“What?” Her eyes pleaded for affirmation that this was a good idea for her to do.

“You’re so beautiful,” He spoke in hushed admiration and reverence. She smiles widely and rushes him with a kiss. He removes his shirt and pants finally and leads her back over to the couch, swiping everything on the floor. Their kiss remains unbroken as he caresses and pinches; anything he could possibly do to her flesh. While she was sucking, kissing, and biting him everywhere, but mostly on his neck. 

She started pulling at his boxers, and they grew tighter.

“If I can see yours, I’ll let you see mine.” She speaks in a sing-song voice. 

He peeled off his boxers with her guiding him, and out sprang his erect tool. 

“Ahhh,” Samira let out, transfixed on it. She leans forward and plants a kiss on the head of it, and Simon can barely keep himself still. Samira smirks and reaches up and pulls off his glasses. He blinks rapidly due to his blurry vision, but he could see enough to see her, and she was all he wanted to see right now.

She reaches behind her and unclips her bra, letting it fall off her chest. Simon could do nothing but stare as she guided his hand once more down to her panties, and pulled them off gently. 

They are both naked now, basking in each other’s heat, when Samira flips them over, Simon slightly hitting his head on the couch handle. 

“Ah!” he gasped in pain. Samira laughs a bit and he joins in 

“That’s what you get for being tall,” she says, smirking and them both laughing before she lowers herself onto his erection, the laughs turning into moans between the two of them. 

Simon was instantly enamored and obsessed with the feeling of being inside her. Warm, wet, and soft. The moment he was inside her, he knew that this would be the first of many excursions like this. It would not be the last time he would be in this position. His hips thrusted upwards, while he held Samira’s waist in his hands. She threw her head back to moan, then very purposefully threw her head forward to make eye contact with him as he thrusted into her. This made him even hornier, but also a little self conscious, to the point he glanced away from her piercing gaze. She touches his chest and he looks back towards her.

“Look at me” She starts rocking on him, staring down at him. She was so gorgeous, and he suddenly felt inadequate under her perfection. He turned away instinctively.

Samira wraps his bowtie-which she had placed on the side of the couch- around his neck and pulls him up with it. Simon felt himself go deeper inside of her.

“Look at me,” she spoke asssertively. She wrapped her arms around him as she began bouncing. He blushed, staring at her, while she stared at him.

She adored this feeling of him inside of her. He filled her perfectly. The warmth, the deep pressure inside of her, like an invasion that she consented to. Like he was massaging her from the inside, gentle and soft. As he continued to thrust inside her, she held him tighter and gripped his hair. He was blushing so red. She stops her movement for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“I…just don’t feel like I’m enough for you.”

She pulls on his bowtie once more “Oh you’re enough,” She feels him twitch inside her, and she quietly moans “You are so sexy to me,” she pulls him close to whisper in his ear “And you fill me up just right,” Simon shudders at her velvety voice “I want you deeper Simon.” She whispers again.

And he wanted to be deeper. So he obliged to her request, causing a loud moan to pass from her lips. “I want more. I need more of you.” He began thrusting in her again, this time at an even rhythm, letting loose a moan of his own. She pulls on a fistful of his hair, making him moan once more. 

“You are so hot. I’ve never met anyone sexier than you,” She spoke into his neck before biting him. 

She grabbed one of his hands and placed it down onto her sex bean. Rubbing it just felt like the right thing to do. Samira’s moans overtook the sound of the wet slapping noise of their actions. 

“Uhh Simon! I’ve never felt like this with anyone else!”

He pulls back and tilts up her chin “Shh,” he spoke before kissing her deeply. Kissing her lips, thrusting inside her, touching her body, all while rubbing her bean, was enough to put them both over the edge, before finishing, 

“Do you want me to pull ou-?” He started to ask, but she grabbed him and dug her nails into his back.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed and pulled him further into her, his eyes rolling back into his head; he could not contain himself for a second longer. He kept rubbing her bean, causing her to finish and the friction of her clenching and twitching made it so only a second later did he finish inside of her. With them both loudly moaning, they both collapsed on the couch. She continued to stroke his hair, as she laid on top of him, holding onto his neck. 

“Thank you,” Simon spoke after a beat of quiet, dragging his finger up and down her back.

Samira sits up and looks at him with a crude smirk “It was my pleasure, Dr.” They both laugh and she climbs up to his face. 

He raises his head to look at her “I really loved your song,” he speaks in a hushed voice. Samira smiles and bites her lip.

“Kiss me,” “My pleasure,” He cups her chin once more and plants a deep kiss on her soft lips. The kiss was emotional, full of passion, and a feeling of bliss, and even if it was only for a moment, in this one second, they both felt complete.

#fionna and cake #adventure time simon #simon pertrikov #fionna and cake fanfic #i love simon so much #original character #simon petrikov fionna and cake #adventure time #simon petrikov adventure time #simon fanfic #simon petrikov fanfic #original character fanfic #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #marceline adventure time #adventure time marceline #x OC #Simon petrikov × OC #ice king #simon and betty #simon and marcy #marcy and simon #adventure time x OC #adventure time x reader smut #adventure time x OC smut #headcanon #simon fionna and cake × OC #simon petrikov smut #adventure time fionna and cake Simon #adventure time Simon Petrikov × OC

[brightpinkpeppercorn]

Aneesa being the default name and her bff Samira are interesting choices for a college smut book 👀

#just things that make me go hm … #don’t have a default anglican name for once #and it’s this book? #playchoices #roommates with benefits #choices spoilers

[fantasycorrupted]

NAME: Ani/Chtonic Cat

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: January 12th

ETHNICITY: Bulgarian

TIME ZONE: GMT +2

STAR SIGN: Capricorn/Scorpio rising/Cancer moon (I don't really care about astrology but eh)

MBTI: INFP (last time I checked)

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

HOGWARTS HOUSE: I don't give a crap about those.

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[EXPERIENCE]

HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): 8/9 years.

PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: Facebook Messenger, Discord, Tumblr

BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh there's many. A lot of the people who followed me here know me since I had 2+ blogs prior to creating this multimuse and I've admired them for years <3

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[ WRITING PREFERENCES ]

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT?: Fluff and angst. I like smut but recently I've not been feeling like mine is good enough so I'm just enjoying reading it lol.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I'd say mid-length. It's impossible for me to write short ones and I don't like it - and too long ones are, well, too long. RP isn't like writing a story for yourself after all. There's no need to write 10 paragraphs (unless you feel like doing so will help your partner imagine things about your muse better).

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Right after I wake up. I just have more energy and ideas.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Yep. I give every character a piece of myself, whether I want it or not. My very first character, Kieran, loves music the way I do. Rigmor is an artist like I am. Samira is a writer like I am. Etc. And they're all only between 5-10 years older than me. I don't imagine we would be *that* different. Only true difference is our nationalities; I've made my characters come from cultures I like and I wish I could know more about.

Stolen from @the-expatriate <3

Tagging: steal it from me

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

☁️

🍧

🕊 🍓 👒

🐥

I think I did this right.

Thank you for these, hun. I loved answering them.

☁️ wip you want to write but haven't started yet.

I have so many One Piece one-shots that I want to write, mostly smut related, unfortunately. One is for Zoro during the Wano arc where the reader is hired by the Shogun to hunt him down after he takes out the crooked government official in the Flower Capital.

🍧 weirdest place you've written.

The bathroom at work - factory job. I was a team leader. Other than that, I usually get my best ideas at home.

🕊 mc's MBTI

Historia Adella (Smoke Rings and Cigarettes - Sanji x OC)

ISFP - The Artist: Quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind. Enjoy the present moment, what's going on around them.

Amunet Samira (In Chains - Law x OC)

ISFJ - The Protector: Warm-hearted and dedicated, they are always ready to protect the people they care about.

🍓 worst thing you've done to your characters.

I feel terrible that I've put so many through past traumas. One big theme in my OP stories is freedom and nearly every OC is shackled by their demons.

👒 nicest thing you've done to your characters.

I've given them a chance at love and friendship, letting them see that no matter how gruesome their pasts are or how alone they feel, they will always have someone to turn to if they need them.

🐥 here's some writing motivation!

This is extremely sweet. Although it's not needed, I want every reader looking at this to remember that if you have a passion for writing, drawing, and such, don't let negative impacts drag you down.

It can get hard, and people can be terrible, but if it's your passion never let anyone take what makes you feel alive.

#disenchanted speaks #ask game

[fckmefull]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: League of Legends Relationships: Darius/Reader, Jericho Swain/Reader, Braum/Reader, Samira/Reader, Sheida Kayn/Reader, Sett/Reader, Zed/Reader, Sylas/Reader, Vladimir/Reader, Malcom Graves/Reader, Draven/Reader, Khada Jhin/Reader Characters: Darius, Jericho Swain, Braum, Samira, Sheida Kayn, Sett, Zed, Sylas, Vladimir, Malcom Graves, Draven, Khada Jhin Aditional Tags: Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Plot what Plot/Porn without Plot, Smut, Shameless Smut, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, NSFW, Murder, Fetish, Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Contain Spoilers, Explicit Language, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Stair Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingering, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Breathplay, Multiple Orgasms, Hair-pulling, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Nipple Piercings, Barebacking, Internal Cumshots, Cum-Dump, Come Swallowing, BDSM, Cowgirl Position, Spanking, Size Kink, Spit As Lube, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Impact Play, Dirty Talk, Biting, Exhibitionism, Inappropriate Use of A Demon Arm, Large Cock, Creampie, Overstimulation, Sensation Play, Aphrodisiacs, Dubious Consent, Sadism, Masochism, Threesome, Mastrubation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Breeding Kink, Edgeplay, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Come Inflation, Choking Language: English Status: Published: 2022-01-12 Updated: 2022-09-19 Words: 13686 Chapters 6/12 SUMMARY Once in a while the Council will decide they want a new Champion. A new shiny thing to dangle before the enemies eyes. You are one of the chosen to battle in the Arena. A battle to the death, which will be followed by the Arena Ball.

Surprise, surprise, you're the shiniest of them all.

#request #requests are open #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #female reader #x reader #braum x reader #darius x reader #samira x reader #jericho swain x reader #kayn x reader #sett x reader #zed x reader #sylas x reader #vladimir x reader #graves x reader #draven x reader #jhin x reader #smut fic #smut #bd/sm kink #bd/sm blog #ao3 writer #ao3 stuff #ao3 reader

[shadyelizabeth]

"BABY"

Samira lay tucked against Keanu’s chest, her back to his front, turning a thought over and over in her head. The ceiling fan spun in slow circles above them, pushing a light breeze around the room. Fireflies floated in lazy patterns outside his window, slowly blinking in and out of existence, and Keanu’s arm was thrown over her waist, a finger lightly tracing across her abdomen.

“Babe,” she said.

“Yeah?”

She turned over so they were face to face, nose to nose, knee to knee, breathing in his spicy citrus scent. “I’m gonna ask you a question, and I hope you don’t get upset.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’m intrigued. What’s up?”

“You and KB. Have y’all ever . . .?”

His eyebrows raised toward his hairline as he waited for her to finish.

She dropped her eyes and started, “I know sometimes bros are just bros, but y’all have this, like, almost affectionate relationship. You don’t shy away from blowing kisses at each other and grabbing each other’s butts. And I didn’t say anything because I kinda wanted to see how things played out, but earlier, when I stepped outside to take a phone call, through the window, I saw KB wrap his arms around you from behind; you leaned back into him, and it was an intimate moment.” Meeting his waiting gaze, she continued, “So, I’m just wondering if you guys have, like, ever dated or hooked up or something?”

He chuckled, the sound escaping through his nose. “Before I answer that, would it bother you if we had?”

“Of course not!” She said, shaking her head, her loose curls lightly hitting her in the face. “I think I’ve said that I’ve dated girls, in passing, but if not, to lay it on the table, I’m bisexual, myself. I just wanted to know if I was picking up the right vibe or seeing things that I might’ve wanted to see.”

“Might’ve wanted to see, eh?” He pulled her closer, wedging his knee between her thighs, applying gentle pressure. “Am I learning something new about you, right now?”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “Let’s not pretend like you don’t know that you’re hot. KB is hot, and if you two hooked up, it would be fucking molten.” She ground down against his knee, unsure where this was going but excited to find out. “But you haven’t answered my question: Y’all got history or nah?”

Keanu bit his lip and nodded. With a sly smile, he said, “Yeah.”

“Fuck.” The mental picture in her head right now was overwhelming. Too many positions. Too many possibilities. All those hard, lean muscles and tattooed skin . . . She needed details and stat.

Rolling on top of him, she straddled his waist and pinned his arms above his head. “Tell me everything!”

He grinned and easily pulled his wrists from her grip. Placing his hands on her waist, he said, “Or . . . we could show you?” He was looking directly into her eyes, watching her reaction.

Samira had never been in a threesome before nor was it something she was necessarily dying to take part in, but she wasn’t opposed to the idea, given she felt comfortable in the situation.

When she’d first met KB and saw how close he and Keanu were, the idea had crossed her mind, jokingly at first, but the more she saw them interact, the more she thought Maybe . . . But she didn’t want to assume that’s what he meant, so she cleared her throat and said, “Come again?”

“You definitely will, multiple times, if you say yes.”

A shiver ran down her spine and she knew he felt it.

His eyes sparked with a mischievous glint and a wicked grin unfolded across his mouth. He rolled them over, so she was flat on her back and he was pressed up against her side. Propped up on one elbow, he splayed his other hand flat against her stomach. “If this is something we decide we’d all like to pursue, obviously, there needs to be complete and total honesty, so I’ll start at the beginning: KB and I have been friends for practically our whole lives. Neither of us have ever been shy about our sexuality.

“In high school, after some weird locker room exchanges, we both thought we might be into dudes, so we experimented with each other. We didn’t go too far, but we made out and touched each other’s dicks, got each other off. But it never went past that. We realized we were both more into women than we were into men, so we thanked each other for services provided and went on with our lives.”

“Is KB a good kisser?”

Nuzzling into her neck, his breath was warm on her skin when he said, “Very.” He placed a soft kiss on the underside of her jaw.

“That’s hot.”

“Yeah?” She felt his lips curl against her neck. His hand slid over her mound, rubbing her through the thin material of her lacy panties.

“Yeah,” she said, as her eyes fluttered shut.

“But you know how once you get a taste of something, even if you don’t want it regularly, every once in a while, that craving will sneak back up on you?” He bit her earlobe, continuing to rub circles with the tips of his fingers. “That’s kinda how it is with KB and me. There’s never been any romantic feelings, but every once in a while, we get an itch only the other can scratch.

“At first, we always had a third who was a woman. We knew what we wanted, but we also knew once we crossed that line, there was no going back. Being with a woman gave us an excuse to do more, especially if it meant pleasing her, if it was for her enjoyment—”

Samira’s imagination immediately put her in that scenario—being pleased by these two gorgeous men, their hands and mouths all over her body, her mouth and her pussy being stretched and filled by their beautiful cocks (even if she hadn’t seen KB’s yet, she knew it had to be a masterpiece)—soaking her panties through.

Keanu took notice because he pushed them to the side. His fingers quickly dipped into her wetness before swiping across her oh-so-sensitive clit. She moaned and tried to shift deeper into the bed, but he didn’t stop; his touches became more persistent. She could hear the smile in his voice as he continued to speak.

“But after a while, we decided we didn’t need a third. We enjoyed each other’s bodies, and if we couldn’t admit that to ourselves and/or be with each other without someone else, we figured we shouldn’t do anything more until we could.

“So, we went back to being just friends, until one night, we were hanging out at KB’s old place. We’d had a little bit to drink, but neither of us were drunk. We were tipsy and vibing. His hand ended up in my hair. My face ended up in his neck. Our lips ended up fused together. We took it back to his bedroom, ripping each other’s clothes off as we went. At that point, we hadn’t gone any further than sucking each other’s dicks and inserting a finger or two, but one thing led to another and that was the first time we fucked.”

He timed his words perfectly, sliding his fingers into her pussy as ‘fucked’ left his lips. Her eyes shot open; that wicked grin still plastered across his face. He held them there, continuing to rub light circles over her clit with his thumb. Her breathing was shallow as she focused on not coming too quickly.

Focused wholly on the sensation between her legs, she had to take a deep breath and swallow before she was able to ask, “But not the last?”

He shook his head, the tips of his hair tickling her bare shoulders. “Nope.” His lips popped around the ‘p’.

“I can’t—I can’t decide which of you I think would be the bottom.”

“Who would you want it to be?” His fingers started to move in and out of her, rough and rhythmic. Every time he thrust in, his middle finger rubbed sweetly inside of her in a come hither motion. She bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt not to moan.

When she watched gay porn, she tended to watch burly men together. There was just something about two jacked men going at it, especially when one was moaning and vocal, saying how much he loved getting fucked. It was a man in a traditionally submissive role, relishing and moaning in exquisite pleasure when their special spot was hit, that really turned her on. She could cum from audio alone, and between Keanu and KB, since she knew Keanu better—knew the curves of his moans and the tastes of his screams, knew how dominant he could be in the bedroom—the idea of him in a receiving role made her gush.

“You—fuck! I can just see your hair wrapped in KB’s fist as he fucks you from behind.”

“God,” he moaned, his lips barely grazing hers as he spoke. “I can feel how much you like the idea of that.”

“I love the idea of that.” She tangled her fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto.

“What else?” His pace sped up, fingering her faster.

“You,” she said, shakily, her breath uneven and voice trembling, “moaning like a dirty little cock slut every time his big dick fucks against your prostate.”

He was practically on top of her now. She could feel the length of his hard cock through his sweatpants, grinding against her hip and kissing her deeply, licking into her mouth. Her hips gyrated as he kept up on his onslaught on her cunt and her clit, her juices flowing down her crack, soaking into the sheets. She tried and failed to catch a breath.

“It always feels so good when his huge fucking dick hits just”—pump—“the right”—pump—“spot”—pump, his fingers squelching in her wetness.

“Ohmygawd.” The words came out in one breath. No spaces. No thoughts. Just pleasure.

“You’re gonna love his dick, baby,” he said against her lips.

“Fu-kuh!” She grabbed her nipples and pulled, hard, trying to focus on the picture they’d been painting. “And when he’s done using you, he comes in your tight little ass?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded. “And licks it clean afterward.”

“Jesus Christ!” She knew how much Keanu liked getting his ass eaten. She’d done it a few times herself, but there was something about KB’s face buried in Keanu’s hole that sent her over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she exclaimed, the delicious sensation between her legs growing more and more intense.

“Do it, baby!” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and started rubbing her clit and her lips quickly back and forth with the flats of his four fingers, his calluses adding extra friction.

It felt soooo fucking good! She kept tweaking her nipples, wishing she had a mouth (or two) to suck on them, but her fingers would have to do for now. Her back arched up off the bed, her thighs shaking as that white hot pleasure kept building and his fingers never stopped moving and—

“Cum for me, Mir,” left his lips, and, as if waiting for his command, she came, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She trembled with the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched and contracted, feeling the absence of something inside of her, the sound of her sopping wetness spurred her on and on until, finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Not trusting herself to speak, she swatted his hand away and rode the wave of her climax back to the shore, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to steady her erratic heartbeat.

Keanu pressed gentle kisses to her face and her neck, to her shoulders and chest while lightly trailing the tips of his fingers over the tops of her thighs and across her belly, the aftershocks of her orgasm still twitching through her body.

“That was so hot, baby.” He nipped at her jaw, the scrape of his teeth almost too much on her overly sensitive skin. “I can’t believe we’ve been dating for six months and I didn’t know how fucking filthy you were.”

She mustered up enough strength to turn her neck. Dropping a kiss on his forehead, she said, “I can’t believe we’ve been dating for six months and I didn’t know you were really into men.”

“Just one. From time to time.”

“Mmm.” She hummed, still enjoying his light caresses. “Have you guys hooked up since we’ve been together?”

“No.” He shook his head, looking up into her eyes. “We only fool around when we’re both single, and trust me when I say that there is nothing you or this relationship is leaving me wanting. But being here with him has . . . reignited some old engines.”

Pushing his hair behind his ear, she rubbed his ear softly, thriving in this tender intimacy of postcoital honesty. She wouldn’t say it was better than the sex, but sometimes, it was just as good.

“I believe you, and I get it. Our bodies tend to want what they want, sometimes regardless of what our heads and our hearts say which makes me wonder . . . You don’t think you’ll ever want anything more from KB? Like an actual relationship?”

He shook his head again, his hair falling back into his face. “Every time we’ve hooked up, we re-examined our relationship, to see if we’re okay with what we’re doing and to see if we’d like to give something more a shot. At this point in our lives, we’re okay with our current arrangement. We’re friends, first and foremost, who occasionally use each other to fill space when we’re lonely. ”

She nodded slowly, digesting his words. “So, if I say yes, would this be the first time y’all have hooked up with one of each other’s significant others?”

“Yes.”

“Why me?” she asked softly. “Are you just looking for a hot night of sex and debauchery, or . . .?”

Lacing their fingers together, he said, ”Even though we haven’t known each other that long, Mira, I feel like I’ve known you for much longer. We have a connection unlike any I’ve ever had with someone I’ve dated. The only other person who knows me as well as you do is KB, and the way you two automatically got along from the moment you met, I just—I wanna share this closeness with each of you, with the both of you, at the same.

“Plus, KB is, like, smitten with you.”

“Lol what?”

His eyebrows shot up again, but this time in surprise. “You didn’t know?”

She shook her head.

Kneading her hip, he said, “He didn’t say anything, but we’ve known each other forever. I know what it’s like when he’s into someone, and if you had just been a friend of mine, he would have shot his shot by now.”

“Hmm. Good to know I still got it!”

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s not pretend like you don’t know that you’re hot,” he said, throwing her words back at her.

Bringing their clasped hands to his lips, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “But that’s it; everything’s on the table now. Take as much time as you need to think about it. If you have anything you wanna talk about with me and/or KB, we’ll talk. If you say no, we’ll understand. If you say yes, well . . . we’ll do everything we can to make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.”

#lovelink #lovelink: keanu #keanu hale #samira #this is smut #KB #i wish Lovelink would give friends last names #i've never written smut before #don't judge me okay #february 2022 #thinking about writing a follow-up to this #but it's not gonna be soon