#x african american reader

[ssadumba55]

The Guys Overhear You Defending Them on the Phone

Request: Hello my darling friend! Can I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Reid overhearing their black female S/O arguing with her mom over the phone because she disapproves of their relationship?

A/N: Hopefully this is okay! I tried my best!

Hotch

Aaron is used to this by now, he's met your mother several times before and even though on the outside she always pretends to be inviting, it doesn't take a profiler to figure out her disdain for him

He never says anything to her, mostly because it's none of his business and also because he doesn't want to ruin the relationship you have with her

Still, he can tell it's draining for you and it hurts to watch you suffer, especially when the cause of that suffering is in a way him

The two of you had gotten engaged the weekend before and you'd posted pictures of the engagement party the team had thrown for you on social media, where your mom had seen them

That's why she was on the phone with you currently, and even though Aaron was on the other side of the room he could still hear her voice through the phone, saying all these rude things

Your eyes meet across the way, and he mouths that he's sorry

You roll your eyes good naturedly and hang up the phone

"Why don't we go for a drive before Jack gets home."

"She's not going to like that you hung up on her."

"Do I look like I care?"

Spencer

Unlike Hotch, not having your mother's approval will bother Spencer a lot. He will devote time to trying to please her, to making her happy, but all of his efforts will be for naught

It's not that she doesn't trust your choice in men, she just isn't keen on him, ironic considering any other mother would be head over heels grateful their child chose a man as clean and educated as Spencer Reid

You try to minimize the amount of time they spend together. It's not like you really care what she thinks anyway. You love Spencer and that's all that matters

Still, you can't help it when he overhears her on the phone. He's clingy and almost always close to you and you answer before you realize that maybe it isn't a very good idea

He is definitely not going to say or do anything while you're on the phone, but the situation will upset him. Even if he doesn't directly say so, you will be able to tell.

Instead of apologizing for your mother or making up some lame excuse, you decide that the best way to handle this is Doctor Who and take out.

He won't forget those harsh words, his memory will make sure of it, but at least you can let him know that you don't agree, that you'll always be in his corner

Derek Morgan

Unlike the other two, Derek isn't quiet by nature. When he sees/feels injustice, he has to say something

So he will definitely just rip the phone out of your hands and end up in a lowkey screaming match with your mother. You can't even say you blame him because the things she was saying were downright rude and callous

The phone call will end up with Derek hanging up on her

He decides somewhere in his anger that he doesn't want to deal with this and instead just wants to spend time with the person he loves

He jokes you should just cut off your mom and let his own mom adopt you and you consider it, her food is amazing and his mother and sisters adore you

The two of you won't even talk about it or think about it after that, you stop taking calls from her and eventually she just stops calling altogether

Oh well, it's not really a loss in either of your opinions

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds headcanons #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #female imagine #female reader #female pronouns #african american reader #african american imagine

[sisteresstarot]

I’m so tired of just being “African American”

When I really think about it, I’m so tired of it. When people think about African Americans— even when African Americans think about ourselves, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Slavery. Discrimination. Pain. Endurance. Why do WE have the be the face of pain? Our people’s culture is NOT pain. Our culture is NOT slavery. Our culture is NOT just rebellion. Our culture is NOT facing racism. We are so much more than that. When you learn about African Americans it’s never about our music, our inventions, our food, our style, our way of life. It’s always about being at the end of the stick. We were never taught the BEAUTY of African Americans. Only the worse. I know because of what we experienced, IS a big part of our culture, but come on. Social injustice isn’t the only thing we consist of. Like I said, I know it’s important to be taught. Im just tired of always the “inferiority” being taught about us and not anything else’s beyond that.

I also feel like that’s part of a reason why people are so comfortable with just constantly taking from us. Taking from our culture. Because point one, they’re ignorant. And point two all there really is to “African Americans” if slavery and discrimination.

Who are we? Who are African Americans outside of just being the face of social injustice. The short end of the stick. I know some people may make a face while reading this, but it’s just how I feel. I am proud of my people and proud of what we fought for. How we did it. And how far we have come. It’s understanding of, if you’re African American, who are you to yourself? Who are your people to you? And if you’re not African American it’s an understanding of who are we to you? And on neither side, should it just be the face of injustice.

- I dare to mention that I’m a little bit afraid how people may feel about this. But I only hope to find people who agree, and perhaps even put a thought or two in the heads of the ones that don’t.

#blacklivesmatter #black history #black history month #x black reader #black heritage #blm #african american #soulaan #soul music #soul #soul food #black people #black woman #kinky hair #culture #life #black community #black beauty #soft black girls #soft black women #black femininity #black masculinity #juneteenth #afro #natrual #curly hair #coily hair #black culture #black man #black is beautiful

[miguelswifey04]

can you do an african american reader w/ miguel? specifically a cultural one :))

love ur work btw!!!

YES OF COURSE!! though this will be from my perspective since i am both african american and mexican so i hope you still enjoy this <3

miguel o’hara x african american! reader

pure fluff; meeting your dad’s side of the family

miguel has always been culturally inclined to learn more about you and your culture since he found it appropriate to get to know every single aspect of you. yes, you were pretty and intelligent but he felt that if he could get to know your cultural background, you both could feel more interconnected. miguel always made sure to make you feel extra loved and did quite literally everything for you without you having to lift a finger. you pretty much got that princess treatment going on for yourself and you couldn’t be more thankful to the universe.

he’d compliment the way you curls fell on your face to the amazing smell of coconut oil that you’d put on your scalp to keep your kinky hair healthy. he admires every little thing about you. you’re perfect under his eyes, and he will always make it known. your connection is with miguel is a pure and sacred one. you’ve never felt more loved than by a man like miguel.

as you introduce miguel, your boyfriend, to your dad's side of the family at the cookout, the warm embrace of loved ones and the joyful chatter of conversation fills the air. the scent of grilled food and the vibrant colors of the gathering create a lively atmosphere.

miguel takes in the scene, observing the vibrant energy that fills the space. he feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness, wanting to make a good impression and show his genuine interest in your family and cultural background.

as you lead miguel through the gathering, you introduce him to each family member, highlighting the unique and diverse personalities that make up your dad's side of the family. miguel greets everyone with a warm smile and extends a genuine hand of friendship, eager to connect with each individual.

the older generations welcome miguel with open arms, sharing stories of their own experiences and embracing him as if he were their own. they appreciate his respectful demeanor, his curiosity, and his genuine effort to understand and appreciate their culture and traditions.

the younger cousins and siblings become instantly intrigued by miguel’s presence. they swarm around him excitedly, asking questions and sharing their own interests. miguel’s natural charm and wit shine through as he engages with them, laughing and joking, fostering a bond that transcends age.

throughout the day, miguel becomes immersed in the lively conversations, taking part in the rhythm of laughter and storytelling. he savors each bite of the delicious traditional dishes served, eager to experience and appreciate the flavors that hold deep cultural significance to your family.

while miguel may initially have felt some apprehension, witnessing the love and warmth that radiates from your family reassures him. the love they shower upon you pours over onto him, welcoming him into their embrace without hesitation. he feels the bond of family strengthening between him and your loved ones.

as the sun begins to set and the joyful festivities wind down, miguel takes a moment to reflect on the significance of this day. he realizes the privilege of being welcomed into your family, the rich tapestry of culture and history that is now a part of his own story.

with a deep sense of gratitude, mage knows that his connection with your family is not just about the present but also about the future. the bond he forms with your dad's side of the family shapes the foundation of a love built on acceptance, celebration of diversity, and the joy of shared experiences.

tags 🏷️; @kairiscorner @sabcandoit @meeom @emiemiemiii

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[lilianvanrouge]

Bruce Wayne x Mixed Daughter Headcannons

This is going a combination between the 1993 Batman and the 2004 Batman.

You were his illegitimate child from a party. Your mother kept you a secret from Bruce and the media for very good reasons; however, she didn’t know your father was the Batman.

Bruce found out about you the night your mother was killed. It was when Mr. Freeze broke into your mother’s home in an attempt to kidnap her and use her as a blood/organ donor for Nora Fries. Bruce arrived as the Batman to save her, but unfortunately during the fight your mother was crushed by debris and Mr. Freeze’s ice falling on her.

Once Mr. Freeze was captured he vowed to come after your mother if it’s the last thing he did. That immediately reminded Bruce that your mother was still buried. He ran over to her and began digging her out from under all the debris, but it was too late.

Mr. Freeze saw your mother’s damaged body and was livid. Her body and the organs he needed were crushed and were worthless now. But both Mr. Freeze and Bruce saw you shielded underneath your mother without a single injury on you while you cried your little lungs out.

Bruce gave you to the police as well and was surprised the next morning to see you again. The police said they did a DNA test and he was your father. Bruce was shocked because you didn’t look anything like him with your caramel colored skin and black curly hair. You also had a few freckles on your upper cheeks, which neither of your parents had. He also ran his own tests on you in the Bat Cave and everything still came up positive.

When you grew up into a toddler you were a daddy’s girl always begging your father to take you with him. Alfred watched you like a hawk because you were still getting used to walking and were breaking and chewing on things you weren’t supposed to. Bruce was doing his best to raise you, but was always busy with work and being the Batman. You were mostly left alone with Alfred which made you very lonely. You had friends at school, but it wasn’t the same. The day you said your first words and took your first steps were when you finally saw your father again after a long time.

One thing that you inherited from your father was that you were a genius and very sharp. It only took you until you were six years old to find the the Bat Cave. Once Bruce and Alfred found you in the Bat Cave they didn’t know how to handle it at first. Bruce immediately pulled you out of school knowing that little kids can’t keep secrets.

Your father and Alfred sat you down at the kitchen counter to have a very long talk about the secret. You were very excited since your father knew you were a big fan of the Batman. You thought this was an opportunity to be his sidekick, but you were immediately shut down. He wanted to keep the Batman a secret from you until he knew you were ready, but fate had other plans.

You were very persistent and stubborn like your father so you didn’t give up easily. You helped out in the Bat Cave designing new suits and gadgets for your father. You were the one who created his antifreeze suit against Mr. Freeze.

You continued on this path until the age of ten. That was when one of the worst nightmares you ever had happened. A redheaded sixteen year old girl was trying to take your place as Batgirl when a new villain called Poison Ivy came. You took your anger out on your father in the form of a tantrum. You only stopped realizing he was just as shocked as you were.

During your father’s next run in with Poison Ivy the so called “Batgirl” returned too. You also made an attempt to show the world the true Batgirl. Barbara Gordon “Batgirl” was not pleased with you trying to pose as being the real Batgirl. Your costume was more black rather than purple. Your mask covered your full face and your hair to better hide your identity along with your father’s.

During the fight with Poison Ivy you started dropping concrete evidence that you were the real Batgirl by showing Barbara all your gadgets and moves you had just like your father. The hard blow was when you played dirty at the end of the mission and showed Commissioner Gordon pictures of his daughter trying to be Batgirl. That’s how you finally won to be Batgirl. You might have created a new enemy that night, but you didn’t care as long as you’re with your father.

Overall in your daily you’re in highschool being careful to stay away from Barbara Gordon. She still hasn’t gotten over the “Batgirl” selling her out to her father. You managed to skip grades because you were super smart.

You loved your father Bruce, but you didn’t like how he was a playboy. When he takes you to parties women always flirted with him and that made you upset. No one could replace your real mother. The real part that made you really angry was the way people looked at seeing that you’re half African American. His party girls didn’t like it either since your mother was the first and only African American girlfriend he has ever had.

A few times you see party girls flirt with your father and say they wanted to marry him and get rid of you so they can give Bruce a new and real family. Your father always declined and got angry at this. One time you intruded on a woman currently doing this to your father and she continued talking about getting rid of you while seeing you and she wasn’t drunk.

After that certain situation you ran out of the party crying and your father pushed the girl off him and chased after you. Once he found you in a dirty alley he reminded you how much he loved you and he would never get rid of you.

Bruce is very overprotective of you being his only daughter and the only family he has left. This is why he tried very hard to keep you from becoming Batgirl. You brought joy and happiness to Bruce ever since you were a tiny baby. You always managed to make him and Alfred smile and laugh when you were a toddler. Though society kept on making you question Bruce’s love for you since you’re only half his race. Bruce does everything in his power to prove to you that race doesn’t matter and being Batgirl helped opened your eyes to that too.

#batman #batgirl #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x daughter reader #batman x daughter reader #mixed daughter #african american

[pnthrblk]

Ok, So I’m kinda new to the BP fandom but I’m not new to BP in general, and I want to get to know all the other people known to the fandom, How do I start??? I also have a book that I want to publish on her that I already have on Wattpad, Should I do it?

(P.S. This man is toooo fine 😩😩😩)

#black panther #erik killmonger #t’challa #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #african american #tchalla #tchalla udaku #michael b jordan #n’jadaka #ororo munroe #storm #mbaku #mbaku x reader #shuri black panther #okoye x reader #nakia x okoye #nakia fanfiction #general okoye

[tvgals]

pro hero DYNAMITE !! who loves when you’re on your period. of course he doesn’t like when you’re in pain and are basically sobbing because it hurts so bad, but because you’re so clingy.

‘suki..c’mere’

‘katsuki.. wan’ cuddles..’

‘luv you ‘suki..’

katsuki only wants to cuddle you until your 7 day torture is over.

pro hero DYNAMITE !! loves his clingy girlfriend <33

NON BLK DO NOT INTERACT.

#im black #black reader #i love being black #blackhistory #ilovemyfollowers #ilysm <3 #anime #being black #shoujo #shounen #writing is my therapy #black men #african american #black women #black history month #megumi x black reader #my hero smut #aizawa smut #bakugo x black reader #my hero imagines #my hero fluff #black femininity #black people

[xblackreader]

This is technically an attoye dream I had but I’m turning it into a free write story and gonna hyper fixate on this for a few days.

Historical romance price set in 1820-1870

A Muscogee indigenous boy, named Michael by the catholic school, is angry at the injustice of the world and wants to be free from his native residential school in Georgia. At 19, He is too old to continue school and refused to learn to read English, he can only speak it enough to converse with his bosses.

As a factory worker, he meets Miss. Celia, a 17 year old slave girl who is soft spoken and sensitive to the world. He sees her being harassed by a drunk plantation owner and protects her before she takes him to her home to patch him up.

He tells her his real name is Takoda Lanon , and she calls him that from now on.

When she figures out he can’t read, she attempts to teach him but he grows frustrated, but he continues to try because he is falling in love with her. And she is falling in love with him.

He sneaks to her little cabin in the fields every night to eat her food and try to get , her to run up north with him. She is hesitant as her life on the plantation is all she has ever known. When he gets her pregnant, she knows she has no choice however: if they find out who got her pregnant, they’ll kill her baby and hang Michael.

Will they escape Georgia before she begins to show, will he be caught running away from the catholic school? 🤭

#creative writing #fiction #fanfiction #original character #original story #x black reader #black women #slavery #indigenous #native #African #african american #history #black history #historical #romance

[rene-is-an-insomniac]

"It's you." Venti x Black Reader

Happy Black History Month!

Character x Black Reader

This year I decided to do something for my fellow Black Readers.

Venti is a favorite of mine and a comfort character. I hope you enjoy! (Number) - dont remember how many bard contests Venven won.

"If I could wish for one thing, I take the smile that you'd bring."

"Wherever you go in this world, I'll come along."

The teal-haired bard performed a new tune to the crowds in the streets. Children dance and sing off-key repeating his lyrics. His older audience was entranced by the tune. His sweet voice resonates on the breeze, enticing others to come watch.

"That will be all." You wave to the merchant as you walk through the streets. Mondstadt is a lovely nation. The scenery and some of the buildings mimic the old towns depicted in books. You open the book that the merchant sold you.

Mondstadt's Encyclopedia

People rush past you on their way to their destinations.With your nose in a book, you stroll blindly, focusing on it. You go from one level to the next, step by step.

"Is that a Traveler?" Someone mutters, assuming they're talking about you. A man yelled something about adventurers or something else that you couldn't pay attention to.

Stormterror's lair is in the older areas of Monstadt, where Monstadters used to live under Decabarian's severe authority.

The damaged pillars and wind barrier were captured in the photographs. The images of the Kamera make them appear nearly lost in time. You made a note in the book that you'll come back later.

You pull your curly hair behind your ears.

Music fills your ears as you take the next step up the stairs.

A bard is singing, but their voice sounds far away. The female(?)  singer's voice, which you imagined must have been screaming their song, could be heard all the way down the staircase.

Grimacing, you pocket the book and proceed to see who the singer is.

She probably hasn't taken any lessons.

When you reach the top, you will notice a crowd gather around the girl. Her voice softens as you approach her (?).

The song she performs got considerably clearer. Her voice quietly sings to the company that is gathered around. You let out a tiny sigh as you approach to listen.

Her gaze flickers up to you. Teal, almost glowing eyes gaze over your figure. You feel a sense of comfort almost immediately. As she finishes her song, her(?) eyes move to another individual in the crowd.

The others around you clap, and you do too. She bows and walks towards you.

You swallow freezing up, as she(?) gets closer.Her pigtails flow smoothly as she steps forward.

She looks in your direction before passing you to proceed down the stairs.

You lightly hit yourself on the head; she  just wrapped up her show, of couse she would not want to  speak.

The time rapidly shifts towards the evening. As the sky darkens, everyone closed their stores for the night, except you, who went to visit Starsnatch cliff.

You leave the city to make your way there. Hilichurrl camps make camp for the night as they sleep, allowing you to pass freely.

"It should be easy to pass through." Fortunately, you were able to go cautiously without encountering a treasure hunter or monster. As you climbed the cliff drop to Starsnatch Cliff, white flowers appeared.

"This is beautiful."

"I agree." A familiar voice speaks to your right. You grab your knife, which is easily blown out of your hands.

"Oh, you're the one from earlier." The teal-haired girl pauses in front of you.

"You're the girl who was singing!" He stares at you, surprised, before breaking into laughter.

"That's won't be first that people thought of me like that." You roll your eyes, regretting it, as a long hair pokes you in the eye, making the bard laugh the harder.

"Who are you?" The bard makes a slight bow.

"I am Venti, a bard. (Number) time winner of Mondstadt's bard winning contest." You laugh and bow briefly.

"Name." He nods in greeting.

"So what are you doing up here." The bard hums before taking a seat by a cluster of white flowers on the ground.

"It helps me think." He displays the papers that he has on hand. A tune, maybe?

"It's a poem." He corrects you. He hums while penning another stanza.

"What do you usually write about?" He hums before confronting you.

"Fables, history, travelers." He emphasizes the last point while staring at you. You take a seat next to him, trying not to trample the flowers.

Your curly hair blew somewhat, but thankfully not into your eye. The moonlight and soft wind shine on Venti. A little halo of light surrounds him, making his turquoise hair and clothes shine. His eyes move as he continues writing on the paper, unconcerned by your stare. His colored hair briefly lightened up before disappearing.

"What's wrong?" You jump as his eyes lock on your e/c ones. Embrassment crept up on you as you looked away from him.

"It's nothing." He lays his pen down on the paper. A green light appeared in his palms, revealing a wooden lyre.

"Any requests?" He smiles at you as he gently taps the instrument.

"None that I can think of." He nods while strumming the lyre. The introduction begins slowly and then increases in volume. You hum along to a tune you don't know the name of. Venti hums as you both harmonize.

#black reader #genshin fic #venti x you #self insert #venti x y/n #black fem reader #african american reader #character x black reader

[nyxirrationalstories]

Mythology open request

Summary: Very few are against the gods, many are the charlatans who claim to deny their existence (to live outside their yoke). The godslayers are not born from abandoning their faith, but from having met their creators. Even with the pain in his heart, with all the lives and deaths he suffered, the godslayer would raise his sword for that soul he swore to protect.

A little bit of lore to make the mythology asks. See the tags to know what mythologies I do (Sorry for the masive tags).

The boy of many names ran with the soul of that person he swore to protect, of that person who promised him that no god would play with his destiny and of that person who promised himself that he would not end up like Agnes.

--- I promise that, whatever it takes, no one will harm you. I will give you your freedom --- whispered to the soul, which approached the lips of the young man as a sign of a kiss --- No matter the deaths and lives, I promise to give you moments of joy and freedom.

--- Argenis --- whispered the soul --- Thank you.

Asier looked at his nanny as in past lives he had seen her before: A friend, a sister, a lover, a confidant… a person to protect.

He knew that Hades had already had his eye on the young woman, it was not difficult to identify: in his first life, his first name and prophesied curse: Argenis, had spent time with the once called uncle. He knew the traces left by the gods, this one in particular was that of Hades.

Asier, even with his child's body, would protect the girl from the madness that the god of the dead was committing. Didn't he realize that he was condemning his beloved? Persephone would be so cruel to the poor girl that Minthe would seem like a wise mercy.

Worst of all, Asier suspected that more gods had taken notice of the human. The boy knew that he would not be able to take them all on, that it would result in his death.

But an oath, a promise and his word had to be kept, that was what he had been taught by his parents in the past: Ares, Athena, Lugh, Urd, Ibejis and many more.

And he hoped not to face them, to avoid the pain it would cause in his spirit and heart.

--- Asier, did your father buy me a sack of rice? --- asked the nanny looking at the sack with her name on a little card. The boy gave a sigh and shook his head, pushing the woman away from the sack. He thought he still had time to get rid of it, but he was so busy burning the black tiger that he forgot about the sack of rice.

--- No, maybe it's something he' s going to donate to the trough.

--- Ugh, thank goodness, I was already scared.

Asier was happy for her, but he was the one who was now more terrified and worried.

#yandere #greek mythology x reader #Egyptian mythology x reader #celtic mythology x reader #Greek Mythology #Norse Mythology #Egyptian Mythology #Celtic Mythology #African Mythology #Mesopotamian Mythology #Hindu Mythology #Slavic Mythology #Chinese Mythology #Japanese Mythology #Polynesian Mythology #North American Mythology #Mesoamerican Mythology #South American Mythology #Abrahamic Mythology #Arthurian Legends

[black-is-iconic]

Midnight Lover

They only came in the dead of night, when the moon is full and the village is quiet save for the few quiet snores spilling from those who could still sleep peacefully despite the heinous sacrifices they'd so eagerly preformed to save their own worthless skins. You just happen to be one of those sacrifices, tied to a post like an animal for the slaughter. left to the mercy of night crawlers, a silent plea to the gods fell from your lips to make your death a swift one. The air is thick with dread and a sense of foreboding your own stomach curled itself into knots as the first woman alongside you vanishes from her binds in a blur of movement too quick to even see, her ear piercing screams are short lived followed by a wet splat and a laugh that can only be described as a cackle of pure glee and madness, a sound that chilled you to the bone and brought forth a fresh wave of tears as a second girl vanishes in the same manner.

Panic surges through your veins like a fever taking over every nerve ending in your body as you try desperately try pull from your binds but with each movement the ropes almost feels like a coiling snake digging it's fangs into your wrists, leaving angry, red welts in its wake as you fight to get free but you fail miserably.

The sound of thunder rumbled in your ears, and it took well over a minute to realize it was the beating of your own heart and the sound of your own blood rushing through your eardrums in tandem with the sounds of chaos around you as one after the other several girls disappear in the blink of an eye and a short shrill scream, you tried to control your breathing. You tried hard not to hyperventilate, but your body fails you drawing in breath and making a strangled noise that sounded like a sob as everything becomes a blur and you feel yourself growing dizzy and nauseous, black dots dancing along the edge of your vision, you closed your eyes allowing your fate to be sealed but through the chaos of your rambling mind came a tranquil calm.

A gentle voice, a mothers voice whispering in the depths of your mind, 'remember that trick you used to show me?' Your eyes flew open open and your mind filled with determination, casting a glance over your shoulder only two lone girls stood in between you and the cold clutches of death so you took a deep breath and dislocated your thumbs with a muffled scream as you chewed your bottom lip freeing your self from the ropes that bound your wrist.

Quickly fixing your thumbs with a shuddering breath you shook the pain from them and set on work untying the other ropes, it didn't take long before all the remaining ropes lay discarded on the ground and your body soon followed. Your body lay stunned on the ground taking in breath like a fish out of water and your heart continued to hammer erratically in your chest, your hands shaking as you slowly rose to your feet. All the blood rushed back to your head and made you dizzy as you tried to stand straight, your knees wobbled but you were able to remain on your feet, you heard shouts coming from nearby which prompted you to run, as fast as you could into the gaping maul of the dark forest a lousy decision yes but better than turning to the very cretins who'd doomed you to this fate.

The forest had never seemed more sinister to you, the shadows cast by the trees and the slither of moonlight resembled gnarled claws reaching out for your flesh, the silence was overwhelming. It felt like the night had swallowed up any form of life except for yourself, your heard them clear as day. The rustling of leaves and the snap of branches underfoot filled your ears, you're pursuers chose a languid pace. Both you and they knew they could catch you in half a second running was futile you were already dead and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to stop moving.

In fear and confusion, your legs carried you forward the sounds of the forest falling to the way side as your own breath echoed in your ears. You kept running. Your feet pounded against the ground without rhythm, your lungs burned as you sucked in breaths and held them, your heart raced as the adrenaline coursed through your bloodstream and your palms grew clammy with sweat, there seemed to be no end to the sea of wood and brush, your eyesight grew hazy but still you persisted, you couldn't go back down now. The woods gave way, opening up to a clearing, a small house, nothing much but it was better than nothing so channeling the rest of your strength you slammed the entirety of your body into the small rickety wooden door forcing it open with a loud creak.

Scrambling to your trembling legs you closed the door pulling the old dusty couch in front of the door and propping it up so it barricaded your entrance completely while you panted heavily on the floor trying to recover rolling over to your side in a weak attempt to return to your feet, unbeknownst to the two azure blue eyes watching you from the shadows. A loud thud echo's off the rood and a cloud of dust rains down on your senses pulling a sneeze from your throat followed by a dry cough. An eerie silence falls over the small cottage, a cold chill runs down your spine causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as the hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end.

As you slowly backed away from the bucking door, the couch seemed a good barrier as of now but that wouldn't last this you understood was certain. You slowly backed up until you found yourself firmly pressed against something…warm and firm, slowly dragging your fingers along the surface you felt silken robes give way to warm flesh. Fingertips grazing along sculpted abdominal muscles, warm breath tickled your nape drawing your gaze upward where a beautiful soft faced male looked down at you.

His skin smooth, dark, and rich as honey, illuminated by his shimmering pools of sapphire eyes. A kanji reading four branded into his irises, his luscious ebony curls spilled down his neck, back and shoulders tickling your nose as you exhaled a breath of air in a sigh, he was breathtaking in his beauty and grace. His warm clawed hands slide up your thighs, resting on your hips and pulling you tighter against him, but you made no efforts to flee either too tired or enthralled to resist this….man before you. It's painstakingly obvious he's inhumane. The Ivory cracked horns were a dead giveaway, but despite that fact you felt….oddly at ease in his presence.

Maybe this was a trick, a ploy to lower your defenses and leave you vulnerable but…there was no escape for you…you were trapped by exhaustion and his intoxicating scent like fresh mint and jasmine, a pleasant mix of herbs that lingered in the air after a rainfall, the scent was oddly comforting, it reminded you of home…of something familiar suddenly the sound of the couch crashing to the floor breaking you from the hypnotic like trance you'd been lulled into by the demon male still holding your waist.

Only now a little tighter, through the caved in door came three more males, each of them resembling the one holding you just slightly different the first male a harpy like being with golden talons sharp as daggers and wings of brown and cream a deep purr rumbled within his chest as he stalked forward with a predatory glint in his eyes that burned gold marked with the same kanji his tongue flickered between his teeth and you caught a glimpse of the kanji joy etched onto his tongue "such a pretty human…" He spoke seductively trailing his talons under your chin, "You smell sweeter than the rest" He cooed gingerly stroking your cheek with his talon covered fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "You should've eaten her already we deliberately chased her hear for you to finish off what's with the delay." "She certainly is a beauty would be a shame to let such gorgeous specimen go to waste", another male purred emerald green eyes looking you up in down "can I keep her Sekido?" The male clutching your hip asked in such a soft, sweet voice you'd almost forgot he was a demon, the one know as Sekido with the deep scarlet eyes and permeant scowl crossed his muscular arms over his clothed chest.

"No" he hissed with an air of finality "If I let you keep a pet then I have to let Urogi, and Karaku and Urami get one and that would be a pain so either eat her or I will", the male clutched you tighter pulling you away from the other three males "Sekido..I don't ask for much, please….you ley Urogi keep a pet and he killed them in one week"

the known as Urogi chuckled and it was the same chilling laughter that you'd heard earlier "hey, to be fair" he cooed feathers ruffling in delight "I was a bit carless but I'll be gentle with this one she's too pretty to break don't see many exotics out here hehe" "No, you already had one she is mine" the male clutching your hip said in a rather possessive manner as he pulled you closer into his warmth "If your going to keep it then you have to share, that's final" the stern voice of Sekido cut through the air chilling you to the bone as he pinned you down with his piercing crimson orbs.

"That's not fair-" he started holding you tightly between his arms in a protective manner from the two who we're eyeing you like a tasty treat but Sekido cut him off "Aizetsu this isn't up for debate be thankful I'm even considering letting you keep it" he seethed stamping his golden staff on the ground, suddenly the air felt charged as Aizetsu let out a deep sigh tickling your neck "fine, I'll share" "hehe good I call dibs on playing with her first" Karaku sang reaching for you with groping hands but Aizetsu scooped you up gently and delivered a powerful blow to Karaku's chest sending him flying into a wall.

"Since she was intended for me, she's more my pet than yours which means I get to spend time with her first", he says cradling you bridal style his arms so strong and yet he held you as if you were made of glass or porcelain, you swallow nervously at the prospect of being the play thing of not one but four demons somehow sensing your nervousness Aizetsu leaned his head to yours gingerly nuzzling it "Don't worry little one" he whispered in an charismatic tender manner "we'll be very careful with you" his lips brushing against your ear sending chills through your spine "I'll protect you"

#aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #sekido x reader #urogi x reader #demon slayer #african american

[nissanmaxima]

Foot Note: I wrote this for my friends birthday so hopefully y’all like it so… yeah

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iOnce upon a time, in the enchanting kingdom of Faerghus, where whispers of love and passion floated in the air, there stood a magnificent castle. As thy approach the pearly white castle, its grandeur becomes increasingly evident. Nestled atop a gently rolling hill, it stands as a bastion of elegance and majesty. The castle's exterior is enveloped entirely in a pristine coat of grainy white paint, glistening under the soft daylight. Every wall, tower, and pillar is meticulously crafted with meticulous attention to detail, exuding an aura of ancient allure and timeless beauty.

The castle's architecture is a blend of various styles, combining elements of Gothic and Renaissance with a touch of whimsical fantasy. Towering spires reach towards the heavens, curving and tapering gracefully at their peaks like golden needles. Each spire is adorned with intricate carvings and delicate tracery, adding an extra layer of intricacy to the castle's decorative façade. Elaborate gargoyles peer down from the highest points as if keeping watch over the surrounding lands, their stone faces contorted into eerie expressions.

The castle's walls are massive and impenetrable, constructed from durable gray stone that has withstood the test of time. They rise seamlessly from the sloping grounds, forming a formidable barrier between the whimsical wonders within and the outside world. Narrow, arched windows punctuate the walls, their frames painted in a contrasting shade of robin's egg blue, providing a striking visual contrast against the pearly white canvas.

Continuing towards the bottom of the castle, a lively moat encircled its base, adorned with vibrant water lilies and gracefully gliding swans. The moat's crystal-clear waters shimmer under the sunlight, reflecting the castle's gleaming exterior, creating a magical aura around it. A sturdy drawbridge, decorated with ornate ironwork, spans across the moat, connecting the castle to the outside world. Standing open, it invites visitors into the enchanting realm within.

The weather outside the castle is as enchanting as the castle itself. The sky stretches forth in a canvas of cerulean blue, adorned with wispy clouds that dance gracefully against the heavens. A gentle breeze, laden with a hint of the neighboring meadows' fragrance, weaves through the air, creating a subtle symphony of rustling leaves and fluttering banners. The temperature is just right - neither too warm nor too cool - making it pleasant and inviting for anyone exploring the castle's exterior. Sunlight bathes the entire scene, casting long shadows along the castle's walls, accentuating its grandeur even further. The sun's rays, filtered through the delicate branches of nearby trees, create playful patterns on the ground, painting a natural kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

Though the weather is serene, a sense of anticipation fills the air. Birds soar above, chirping and singing their joyful melodies, their songs blending harmoniously with the rustling leaves and gentle whispers of the wind. The castle's surrounding landscape is awash with vibrant flowers, their colors ranging from delicate pastels to vibrant hues, as if nature herself had come to pay homage to this extraordinary edifice.

Overall, the pearly white castle stands proudly in its idyllic location, a testament to architectural mastery and imagination. Combined with the serene weather and the natural beauty surrounding it, the castle emanates an ethereal charm that enchants all who are fortunate enough to behold its splendor.

Inside its grand walls, there resided two souls destined to intertwine their fates in a tale of forbidden affection.

Prince Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd of Faerghus was a man of great stature and nobility. Born into a powerful and esteemed royal family, his essence exuded authority and leadership. He possessed a sharp mind, honed by years of rigorous education and a strict upbringing that ingrained in him the virtues of duty, honor, and justice. Dimitri's blue eyes emanated both intellect and compassion, and his dark, tousled hair added an air of rugged charm to his princely persona.

Within the kingdom, Dimitri was revered as a fair and just ruler, commanding the respect and admiration of his subjects. Known for his strategic prowess and exceptional combat skills, he had led his nation through countless battles, fiercely defending their lands against external threats. The prince's heart was filled with unmatched determination to protect Faerghus and its people, ensuring their prosperity even at the cost of his own well-being.

On the other hand, Princess Goldie of Rosefall, a neighboring kingdom, possessed a beauty unparalleled in the realm. Her golden locks cascaded like sunshine, and her emerald eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. Scholars and poets alike were enchanted by her ethereal grace and mesmerizing charm. Gifted with a keen intellect and a compassionate heart, Goldie possessed a captivating personality that effortlessly drew everyone towards her.

Despite the overwhelming adoration she received, Princess Goldie's kingdom, Rosefall, was known for its isolationist policies. They were wary of establishing alliances or allowing external influences. The princess herself seemed to carry that burden as well, being confined within the walls of her luxurious castle. Her freedom and spirit were restrained, symbolizing the unattainable nature of their relationship.

Their neighboring kingdoms had often witnessed tension between the two ruling houses, Faerghus and Rosefall. The boundaries that separated them were not only geographical but political and ideological as well. They both prioritized the interests of their realms, their duty surpassing any personal longing they may have had. Though Dimitri and Goldie may have caught glimpses of each other during formal events and diplomatic meetings, they had never spoken or interacted beyond the confines of their royal duties.

Yet, the mere thought of a connection between the prince and princess intrigued the kingdom's gossipmongers. Tales of their hidden emotions and unexpressed love spread like wildfire, further fueling the imagination of the common folk. There was an undeniable magnetism between them, an invisible thread that tugged at their hearts, but their positions and responsibilities prevented it from being acknowledged openly.

The world beyond their reach seemed bleak and cold, but Dimitri and Goldie's secret desires, hopes, and dreams lived on. In the quiet solitude of their chambers, they often wondered if there was a possibility for their worlds to be entwined, for their hearts to beat in unison. Yet, duty held them captive, and their love remained silenced, buried beneath the weight of responsibility and the expectations of their respective kingdoms.

Their paths crossed once more during a grand gala, a lavish event to celebrate a rare eclipse that adorned the night sky. The very same moon that held their dreams formed an unspoken connection between the prince and princess. Dimitri dared to look into Goldie's eyes, witnessing the reflection of the stars and realizing the depth of his affection for her. Goldie, although bound by her obligations, secretly yearned to escape the shackles of tradition and follow the heart that pointed towards Dimitri.

However, the fairy tale had to remain unfinished, confined to the realm of hope and dreams. The duty of their positions and the rivalries between their kingdoms dictated their destinies. They were left with little choice but to suppress the love that bloomed within their hearts, the longing that stirred their souls.

And so, Prince Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd of Faerghus and Princess Goldie of Rosefall continued their separate journeys, forever yearning for a love forbidden, a love that could never be.

#poc reader #fire emblem #fe3h dimitri #dimitri fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x oc! #dimitrixafricanamerican!reader #dimitri x african american! reader #dimitrixblack!reader #dimitri x black!reader #dimitri x black reader #fe3h fanfic #fe3houses

[d1xkrider]

Hello Kitty!

Ft. yuta, itadori, nobara, maki megumi,

Gn black reader!

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Yuta

Yuta thinks you are pretty cute when you gush about the varieties of hello kitty plushies you got.

You both got matching hello kitty PJs and you always get mad when he forgets to wear them

He admires you while you wear hello kitty accessories and blushes when you notice him staring. He just wants to hug you and keep you in his embrace because of how cute you are

Putting makeup on Yuta and watching as he is a blushing mess watching as you place a hello kitty pin.

"Damn you look fine"

"I feel so stupid"

Itadori

He thinks you are cute as hell.

Always compliments you and steals your hello kitty jewelry just to show off to his friends how cute you are

would probably start kissing your neck suddenly when you are getting ready for the day.

When you are busy he steals many of your plushies/squishmellows and uses them as friends to watch movies with, and would get bothered by Nobara asking what's he watching and if she can too.

He bought you both matching melody onesies for Christmas and wouldn't keep his hands off you for days.

"You looked so happy when I gave you your gift my love<3"

"N!gga it's 3am let me sleep ."

Megumi

He would lowkey be annoyed by all the hello kitty references you sometimes make and you forcing him to do a filter on which Sanrio character you both are.

he gotta admits even though he hates Sanrios he loves Retsuko.

Every time he gets hurt from a mission you give him Retsuko bandages since he hates any other Sanrio and he gets embarrassed

"What's with the ugly frown I thought you liked her."

"You know what you are doing."

He gets flustered when you call him cute after catching him taking a nap with a mermaid squishmellow hello kitty.

"I knew you liked 'em admit it."

"Don't speak."

Nobara

Nobara herself thinks it's for kids but fell in love with it because she liked it.

would occasionally buy you Sanrio-branded objects, makeup, skincare, and trendy Sanrio clothing.

Nobara loves doing hello kitty face masks because she feels they are more legit.

She has this hello kitty shaped blush and she loved it. You bought it for her and for a month she has given you special treatment as if you were a god.

"I love you"

"You haven't been this nice to me since the first month we dated."

Maki

Maki hates them, never made an exception to them but she loves you and learned to convince herself they are kind of cute.

She would swear she hated hello kitty but then slander someone for making fun of hello kitty.

You would paint her nails pink while she watches tv shows and as you play music in the back.

Borrowed your hello kitty chain for a day out with panda and inumaki.

She takes selfies next to cute things, especially Sanrio characters.

"Lookin hot! buy me that please?"

"Im not made out of money."

"I gave you my credit card."

"Im too lazy."

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#black reader fan fiction #x black reader #black fanfic writer #african american #poc reader #helly kitty #sanrio #blackgirl #black man #gender neutral terms

[keiachi-chan]

I can't tolerate reader insert fic. It's like

I would not fucking say that

#he would not fucking say that #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #y/n #<- she is like a different ass person #first off. female. (I am not!!!!!!) #2nd. blonde and skinny (I am african american with black hair and a pretty average build?) #also she talks like she's been forbade from the outdoors by her victorian mother #the father is dead or deadbeat

[crystlizabeth]

Can you write something with Simon Riley x curvy African American new recruit ?? These writers do not write for the black girlies. Flirting, nsfw, anything

Little taste of color

Simon Riley x BlackFem!reader

Summary: Hard week of training he found himself out for a drink little did Simon know he would find himself accompanied by the new recruit. Inviting herself next to him.

Warnings: cursing, suggestive, smut, use of alcohol (I hope this is to your liking for I saw you other and one I couldn’t really think of anything in the field work and I accidentally deleted it- sorry babes!) Readers code name is Fox!, public sex, the reader is a tease, man handling, degrading, praising, hair pullin, choking. Not properly proofread 🤗

A drink was what he needed a long fucking week with the new recruits coming in having to deal with them like the were children. A particularly recruit stood out, she was a transfer from America Lanswell saying she would be a good fit for the team as to give her a chance. But she irritated Ghost, giving him attitude though he was her superior, and Simon would punish her and she take it with a smile. A grin plastered on her face as she ran laps for hours on end, god that pissed him off.

And to think he would get a break from that hell there she sat at the bar talking to the bartender. Simon stood in the doorway for a moment taking a look at her, his eyes trailing her just as he made it to her just to find her looking right back at him. Her face being held by her hand a sly grin spread across her lips. He watched closely as her tongue traced the bottom of her top teeth.

Simon felt as if he was being hunted he felt— intimidate and god he hated it. He would be lying if he didn’t admit she was gorgeous but oddly enough scary, in the way she was incredibly skilled. He turned his head avoiding her eyes going to sit at the bar multiple seats away from her.

He took a moment to breath his hands running down his masked face. This was the last thing he wanted, he just wanted to be alone but she had other ideas. He could feel her presence, yet decided to ignore it.

“It’s rude to ignore people Ghost.” She hummed her fingers running around the rim of her glass.

“Didn’t come to socialize Fox..” he took a swig of his drink.

She laughed lightly that caused Simon to glance at her, to his surprise he got an eye full of the top of her boobs. The top she wore very low cut her tattoos that laid on her chest of full display. “Whatcha lookin at LT..” she smiled Simons eyes quickly meeting hers. Looking away causing her to let out a pleased sigh, he felt hot in a bad way a way he shouldn’t feel towards one of his recruits.

But he’s a man.

And she is a sly fucking Fox.

“Soo, Lieutenant what do you drink? Whisky I take it, Hmm Jameson?” She said finishing of her drink, wiping the little bit of the side of her mouth.

His eyes watching but still answering her “Mmhm Jack Daniels here and there, I take it your a vodka type of girl..” he muttered.

Her head tilted to the side a little bit her sly smile lingered on her lined glossed lips, he wouldn’t mind seeing the dark gloss on his skin. As his mind ran wild her voice broke him out of his thoughts “More of a Tequila girl, Casamigos or— patron..” she hummed.

Interesting he thought, watching her order herself another drink he noticed a silver ball on her tongue. No fucking way, he thought watching her lick a bit of salt off of her new drink sipping on the clear liquid.

Simon could feel his pants tightening, cursing lowly to himself he picked up his glasses swallowing the dark alcohol. “Not taking it slow huh?” She asked.

His dark eyes met hers, “Pardon?”

“You just swallowed the whole glass pretty much..” she cackled,  why did he feel so defensive he felt as if she was mocking him for fuck sake.

She leaned in closer her right arm leaning on the bar as she faced him, her dark curls falling in to her face as she looked as him her eyes practically looking straight through him. Maybe the Alcohol was finally getting to him because he wouldn’t mind wiping the sly grin of her face pushing it into the wall as he took her as he pleased.

She let her hand touch his forearm leaning up twords Simons ear, “What got you all hot as bothered LT?” She whispered her hot breath touching his ear. He closed his eyes holding his breath feeling her sit back down.

“What do you want Newbie.” He spoke his voice low, she smiled biting her lip he hands falling between her thighs squeezing her hands.

“We’re both adults Lieutenant, and I believe that you need a taste of color huh?” Her grin becoming wider,

“White boy wasted on brown liquor..” her seductive tone dripping of her wet tongue. He felt her foot run up his clothed leg slowly getting higher, Simons large hand wrapping around her ankle squeezing it as a warning.

“Do you know what your doing.” He said.

“Yeah, I do..”

She had been railing him up for the past twenty minutes, just to see if maybe he was actually going to give her a second glance. Her superior had actually been checking her out, to him she was nothing but a giant tease. He let go of her ankle, watching as She got up her ass bouncing with every step she took waking towards the bathroom turning the corner with a wink. Was he gonna follow her— yeah, he was.

Opening the door he saw her leaning against the sink, her body on display. “Take ‘em off.” He said pointing at her jeans.

“Make me.”

So he did walking over to her he grabbed her pants unbuttoning them starting to pulling them down, her hands gripped on to his biceps looking up at him through her lashes. One of her hands trailing up to his mask her fingers going under them, his hand quickly grabbed her wrist stoping her.

“It stays on.”

“I just want your lips lieutenant..” she whimpered..

Groaning he let himself pull the mask up over his lips, her eyes fell hungry admiring his scared lip. She pulled him down her lips pressing against his hungry, he picked her up placing her on the countered sink pulling her jeans the rest of the way down to her ankles. He leaned into the kiss he could feel her gloss lingering on his lips, pulling away he glued in the mirror seeing the dark kiss marks on his lips around his mouth a lazy smirk fell his face as he looked back down at the darker woman.

“What just gonna look at yo’self.” She sassed.

He let his fingers hook around her panties only to stop, instead letting his thumb find her clit rubbing gentle circles around it. He watched as she sat up a bit more her eyes squeezing shit, her mouth falling agape.

“Hmm that feel good sweetheart..” he teased, leaning down kissing the side of her face down to her neck his thumb still going in circles. His lips trailed down her neck soon kissing the top of her breast soon his face fell between her legs. Pressing kisses on the wet spot that was displayed on her panties, he felt her thighs squeeze his face slightly Simon could hear her muffled moans her fingers griping the top of his mask. Pushing her leg out he pushed the black underwear his tongue laid flat licking up against her folds, that made her break the throaty moan escaping her lips.

He let his knees touch the floor his arm wrapping underneath her thighs pulling her to his face letting himself eat her whole, her moans getting louder casing him to reach up two of his fingers entering her mouth pressing on her tongue causing her to close her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, her hips falling into his face as he ate her out.

“Fuck— Ghost..” she choked, his fingers falling out her mouth his hand wrapping around her pretty little neck.

That made her arch god she wanted to come right then and there, his grip tightened around her neck as her thighs tightened around his face.

“Atta girl common cum for me.” He spoke muffled by her thighs.

A breath moan came from her mouth as she came. He came up catching her lips, “yeah pretty girl— was that good?” He said slapping her pussy softly a cheeky laugh coming from him hearing her yelp.

“Fuck you—” she whined.

“Yeah was planning on it.” He said pulling her off the counter turning her towards the mirror. 

Pushing on here back here chest pressed against the counter Simon letting his hands pull here up by her hips slightly her as on display for him. Fuck it looked even better out of her combat pants, “Ya ready for me?” He asked watching the woman in front of him nod.

“Speak when spoken to Sargent.” His hands griping her hips harshly.

“Ah— yes, I’m ready—I’m ready for you..” she hissed.

A small smirk falling across his lips as he gave himself a few pumps before rubbing in between her dripping folds. Simon took into consideration entering her slowly watching her mouth fall open a quiet moan falling from her lips. “Atta girl… adjust f’ me..” he said pulling her up making her back touch his chest.

Simons arm snuck around to the front of her his forearm resting on her Brest his hand holding around her neck but not applying pressure. He soon let his hips move their skin slapping against one another mixed with the sounds of their arousal, he watched her as he fucked him self into her. Simon could feel her fuck her self back onto him, Simons right arm wrapped itself around her waist for more support. Her hand holding herself up on his forearm that was wrapped around her waist.

She looked so pretty like this, watching her keep quiet made him curious on just how loud she could be. “Fuck.. Lieutenant..” she moaned, her head falling down.

He let his hand squeeze her throat “Look up I want you to watch me ruin ya..” he spoke his mouth next to her ear.

A small whine came from her Simons hips still thrusting into her. Her head looking up into the mirror her eyes meeting his, “yeah—atta girl” he said.

He quickly repositioned putting her leg onto the counter his hand grabbing a fist full of her hair keeping her eyes on herself in the mirror, his other hand resting on her hip continuously fucking into her.

“Common slut take it like a good girl.” He said gripping the fat on her hip harder.

“Imma cum— oh fuck..” she cried out.

Simon could feel her legs start shaking, disregarding what she said he continued fucking into her harshly watching her mouth fall open and her walls tighten around him he knew she was about to cum. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Wait till I say you can cum.” He growled leaning down close to her as he continued to fuck her.

“Please—-please.. i can’t hold it..” she pleaded. He only chuckled lightly watching her fall apart with every thrust.

He made her hold it, as he fucked her like a toy. But it was soon to come to an end feeling his own orgasm reach him. Her whiny pleads only making it come faster hearing her beg from him she was almost in tears. “Where would you like me to come..” he asked softly.

She wanted to say I’m me but he wouldn’t allow it, “in my mouth..” she spoke in a broken tone.

“Cum for me Fox, common sweetheart come for me..” he said leaning back up harshly thrusting into her.

Her walls tightened around him her orgasm finally hitting her as she shuttered a broken moan coming from her mouth.

“Good fucking girl..” he praised, he could feel her cum sticking to him creating a white ring around his cock.

“On your knees sweetheart.” He spoke.

She did as she was told her taking him in her mouth, it only took a few thrust before for his load filled her mouth the hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. “Yeah take it all slut.” He degraded holding the side of her face her nose almost touching his pelvis her eyes looking up at him with teary eyes. He could feel her swallowing making him hiss at the sensation.

They quickly cleaned up themselves finally remembering they were in a public bathroom. Fixing herself up in the mirror she noticed Simon looking at her.

“What?” She asked smiling as she wiped the mascara off from her under eye.

“This stays between up understood.”

She turned her body around facing him leaning her back against the counter looking up at him. Simon letting his hand fall on the sides of her.

“Your secret is safe with me.” She whispered kissing his mask.

Moving around him with a small giggle, “I’ll see you at training tomorrow LT.” She spoke giving him a sweet smile.

With thats he opens the door and left.

It was gonna be different now, really fucking different.

#x black reader #black fem reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x black reader #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x black reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost simon riley

[missjadesfics]

“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him. 

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.” 

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand. 

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning. 

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky. 

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom. 

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips. 

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image. 

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together. 

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

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Merry Crisis—Cast of characters

Romance-focused x Slice-of-life x Queer x Non-Euro-centric x Character-based

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Credit: The wonderful amazing INSANELY talented @dumplingcatho made these STUNNING character portraits!! I am still reeling from how dang good she is. I swear she probably made a deal with the devil for this talent but I shall not question it.

Nat [M/F]

The soulmate/ex/best friend.

Your ex. Your parents never approved of them, but you suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. Despite the breakup, you’re still friends, and worse still - you still live with them in a tiny shoebox apartment. New York rent, man—it's hard to say no even though you know you should be moving on, and moving out.

Height: 6′2 (M) | 5′11 (F)

Nationality & race: African-American

Occupation: Post-doc fellow, working towards becoming a tenure-track professor.

Description:

Warm, twinkling eyes, and big, infectious laugh. Can swing from nerdy charm to extreme goofyness at the drop of a pin.

Loving, thoughtful, and kind to a fault. Relaxed, gentle demeanour

The kind of friend—and partner—you can trust with your life.

An incurable optimist.

Loves people, art/movies (especially talking about them with friends), food/cooking, their two dogs. 

Nat's dogs

Kiho [M]

Breed: Cairn Terrier

Age: 8

Description: Proud, small, intelligent, standoffish, with a stern grandpa energy. Apparently, a reader/player told me long ago that Kiho means "big boss" in Finnish colloquial slang and that was so perfect that it stuck. If Kiho were human he'd wear an old patagonia vest and spend his weekends fishing (not very adeptly).

Liz [F]

Breed: Border collie

Age: 3 (adopted when MC and Nat were already together.)

Description: Not exactly literal golden retriever energy but... close enough. A ray of sunshine, playful, easygoing, happy-go-lucky and a voracious eater (she eats everything), loves playing in puddles and has a special love for chewed up tennis balls.

Qiu [M/F]

The estranged first love / soulmates.

Your first-love (or platonic soulmate), from junior college. You’d not kept in touch, and now, they’re ridiculously successful. But, according to your intel, still…single.

Height: 5′8 (M) | 5′4 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese Singaporean

Occupation: Public prosecutor

Description:

Extremely intelligent, with a sharp, cutting wit.

Ambitious, determined, and a bit cynical / jaded.

Dark, piercing gaze, with a completely unreadable expression.

Formal, a little bit stiff, and always impeccably dressed.

Aloof, almost intimidating presence despite their relatively average height/slim build.

Loves a job well done, being useful, stimulating conversation, and solving problems. Peace and quiet.

Shay [M/F]

The charismatic stranger.

Your neighbour (Auntie Pearl)'s new tenant. Sexy, confident, and unabashedly unconventional. Your mother definitely does not approve, but you might not be able to resist their roguish charms.

Height: 5′10 (M) | 5′6 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese (Peranakan) Singaporean

Occupation: Lead singer & guitarist in a rock band

Description:

Thick, sweeping eyebrows, expressive eyes that twinkle at the edges, and a permanent roguish half-grin.

Tan, athletic, with an undeniable swagger to their walk. Has a penchant for sleeveless muscle tees. Good with their hands (and... possibly other parts of their body).

Adventurous, resilient, unflinchingly honest, and uncompromisingly true to themselves / the people they love.

Loves the outdoors (and constant motion), music (especially rock, reggae and soul), dancing, soccer, nature/plants (including gardening).

Other asks

#if #interactive fiction #merry crisis #nat #shay #qiu #cast of characters #characters #images #main post #don't mind me just making neater posts