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❀~900 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), dirty talk, overstimulation, dubcon (just to be safe), degradation, rough sex, pet names/name calling(e.g., slut, sweetheart, and baby), condomless sex (wrap it), etc❀
💌: I like the first version I wrote more... might not be the same next time you see it.
་༘࿐18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽་༘࿐
You try to tilt your hips, a desperate, fluttering movement intended to throw him off—to angle away so he stops hitting that spot, the one that’s got your legs shaking and your brain buzzing with a static charge.
But he catches it. Of course he does.
"Where you runnin’ to?" he rasps, his voice a low, vibrating growl that shivers through your spine like a physical blow. His fingers—calloused, thick, and mapped with those heavy, prominent veins—dig into the soft meat of your hips, squeezing the skin as he anchors you to the mattress.
"Thought you liked it right there." He slams back in, a deliberate, bone-deep thrust that drives his entire weight into that tender, aching spot that’s already got you fucked dumb.
You gasp, your hands scrabbling for something to hold, anything, but he’s relentless. He keeps your hips locked down under the crushing pressure of his palms and grinds into it like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.
The sound of your joining is obscene—a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap of skin meeting skin. The friction has turned the slick heat of your arousal into a thick, creamy lather that smears across your thighs and webs between you with every stroke.
"You think I didn’t notice? How you squeeze me every time I hit it? Thought you could hide that?" The words are hot and filthy against your neck. "Nah. That spot's mine now. You hear me? I’m gonna keep hitting it until you can’t remember your own name."
He pulls back just a fraction, the wet, suctioning plop of the air hitting your joining echoing in the room. He leans back on his heels, a dark, amused smirk etching on his face as he looks down at where he’s buried. The thick, pale cream of your arousal is lathered white against his shaft, dripping in heavy, slow beads onto the rumpled sheets.
"Look at that," he coos, his voice dripping with sweet condescension as he reaches down to trace the mess. "Look how messy you are for me. Just a little puddle of need, aren't you? All that talk, and you’re already out of it. Poor thing... you can't help yourself when I'm inside you, can you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He leans forward, threading his hand into your hair and yanking your head back to force your eyes to meet his. His eyes are hooded, dark and heavy with a terrifyingly deep sort of hunger. He crushes his mouth against yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed make-out, his tongue clashing with yours as his hips resume their brutal work.
The kiss tastes of salt and heat, his saliva mixing with yours in a messy, desperate exchange. The wet, squelching sounds of him fucking you fill the quiet room, a rhythmic, suctioning squelch that matches the frantic pace of your heart. He fucks you deep and mean, his heavy length stretching you until your vision flares white at the edges.
“Mghn—ahh!” you gasp into his mouth, nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders while you writhe.
He breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a heartbeat before it snaps. He watches it break with a slow, mean grin. “You keep trying to run, I’m just gonna chase you deeper. You want me to stop hitting it?” He lets out a dark, breathless laugh, his chest heaving against yours. “Then stop clenching around my dick like a slut.”
You can’t. And he knows it.
He shifts his weight, his arms bracing on either side of your head, and grinds forward in those slow circles again. The head of his dick strikes that spot again, and again, and again. Your mouth hangs open on a silent cry, eyes rolling back as the pressure mounts.
“Oh, you like that,” he says, his mouth twisting into that sharp, condescending smirk that always makes your skin burn. “Course you do. No idea what you’re doing, but your body knows exactly how to take it. Look at you, shaking like a leaf just because I'm giving you what you asked for.”
You whimper, your voice a broken thread. “Mmm—fuck... please…”
“Right there?” he mocks, his voice dripping with derision. “Is that the spot, pretty? You want me to keep fucking you until you cum again?”
You nod, crying now, trembling under the sheer volume of him. He gives it to you—pounding into that same sensitive nerve until you’re sobbing from the overload. Each thrust sends a shockwave through you, thick and heavy, pushing your limits until your legs shake and your mind goes blank.
Another inch. Another thrust. Stretching you open until it burns—until you feel like you’re splitting in two. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let you squirm away. He holds you there, breath hot against your neck, whispering how small and helpless you feel under him. You come apart again, sobbing as the orgasm tears through you, leaving your legs useless.
Even as the aftershocks rack your frame, he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding into you, making sure you’re so full of him that you can’t think of anything else.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
You nod through the haze of exhaustion. Your body is still twitching, mouth open in a sob you can’t quite finish.
He hasn’t pulled out; he stays buried deep, thick and pulsing in the mess he’s made inside you. He stays there, enjoying the way your walls flutter and seize around him.
He brushes his fingers down your cheek, pulling them away wet with your tears. “You’re still crying” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Thought you were done. What’s the matter, baby? Too much for you?”
“I—I can’t stop…” you whimper, blinking up at him.
He doesn’t coo. He doesn’t tell you it’s okay. He just presses in deeper, using his weight to anchor you to the bed, his chest a solid wall against your own.
“Too full? Too deep?”
You let out a broken noise of agreement, your head tossing on the pillow. He hums, a low vibration in his chest that you feel in your teeth, then grinds into you again—slow, heavy, and mean. “Good. Stay right there and take every bit of it. I want to feel you try to swallow all of me.”
A cry rips out of you, your back bowing off the mattress as your core clamps down around him in a final, desperate clench. He groans like it’s killing him, his jaw ticking as he drives through the tightness to chase his own edge.
One hand stays locked on your hip, while the other grips your face—not gently. His thumb presses into your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commands, his voice a fractured, rasp. “I wanna see you.”
You try to focus, blinking hard against the tears. He buries himself one last time, bottoming out with a force that makes you sob, and shudders.
His whole body goes rigid, his muscles turning to stone under your hands as he spills into you, a hot, heavy flood that you feel reaching your very chest. He drops his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and broken, and you feel the heavy, grounding weight of him settle over you.
Thank you to gif makers specifically, but also everyone creating fanart and fanfiction, for making me an expert in shows I've never seen an episode of.
People are so harsh on Black cinema, in this really bizarre way. It's almost like they're unnerved by all the casual Blackness they're seeing in these films, but they don't realize it or care to unpack why — so they hyperfocus on the TINIEST details at the expense of more relevant shit like plot or themes, OR they have these wild, reaching complaints that make zero sense to anyone who like. Watched the film normally. Because TELL ME how I just saw someone saying they wished I Love Boosters "had more fashion" in it. Like really. I Love Boosters. The film about fashion designers stealing clothes and making clothes and selling clothes and pulling heists at fashion shows and clothes stores? The film where they have different outfits in each new scene? That I Love Boosters?? THAT'S the movie that didn't have enough fucking fashion for you??!
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A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.
─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞
❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞
❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞
❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞
❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞
❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞
❝ I will always be yours. ❞
❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞
❝ You make me feel safe. ❞
❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞
❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞
❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞
❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞
❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞
❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞
❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞
❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞
❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞
❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞
❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞
❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞
─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞
❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞
❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞
❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞
❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞
❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞
❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞
❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞
❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞
❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞
❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞
❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞
❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞
❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞
❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞
❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞
❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞
❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞
❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞
❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞
─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞
❝ You deserve better than that. ❞
❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞
❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞
❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞
❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞
❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞
❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞
❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞
❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞
❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞
❝ He’s not good for you. ❞
❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞
❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞
❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞
❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞
❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞
❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞
❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞
❝ Does he know? ❞
─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬
❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞
❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞
❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞
❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞
❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞
❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞
❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞
❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞
❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞
❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞
❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞
❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞
❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞
❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞
❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞
❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞
❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞
❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞
❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞
❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞
France voted a law that give rights to police to kill. It says if a police officer use his weapon and kill somebody it’s automatically considered as self defense and it’s the victim family that need to prove the culpability of the officer…
No investigation would be initiated by any prosecutor of any department/city in France
As you can imagine this policy target black men since according to records they are the one demographic that get arrest and go through police brutality the most. Now they can kill black men without consequences. Because of course when you do a negro hunt in a popular/poor neighborhood, you know damn well no family will start a war against the system. There no money for that.
The body of 18 year old Nolan Xavier Wells has unfortunately been found after he went missing from Horn Island, Mississippi. Wells went boating with a group of boys — the rest of the party being white — on July 4th, but he was the only one who didn’t return to shore.
It is becoming increasingly dangerous to be the only black person in a group. Rest in peace, Nolan. You deserve justice.
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"What did you do to them?" "Nothing. They were the ones that went into my head uninvited, psychics really need to learn boundaries. I tried to keep the away from dangerous memories, but you know how they are with privacy." "What did they find?" "I don't know, I forgot it for a reason."
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Smoke knows you have that confidence in you, you just need a little reassuring! Sometimes he’ll give you a good pep talk before going into a place, lift your chin up and fix something about your outfit he saw wasn’t right. He’ll say something like “Don’t overwork that pretty mind ‘f yers. Ain’t shit you can’t handle.” Or he’s giving acaress of his hand on your cheek, or giving your thigh a squeeze. And after you say what you need to properly your eyes are immediately looking at Smokes for approval. He doesn’t mind though, give you a little curt but pleased nod that makes you wanna fall on top of him and roll around in his warmth while you giggle.
Or when he’s drilling his meaty length inside your sopping walls, your head pulled to the side with hearts in your eyes. Salvating at the sweat dripping down the side of his face that you want to lick up, you’re mewling out, “Is good ‘Lijah, it’s hck- it’s good?”
He lets out a grumble of curses, damned at how sexy you look all fucked out and needy. Pretty pussy clamping down on him like your aching for his cum, his lips fall to your neck, your chin, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips while he gives you slow sledgehammer into your heat. Crown of his head pressing that special spot you love so much.
“Course it is darlin- fuuuuck me, yer wonderful princess.”
It only makes you moan louder, creaming his length as he holds you close, letting your nails claw down his back as he doesn’t stop railing you, only fucking your through it. Pushing your curls back as he’s got your head inbetween his bicep.
He groans, thrusting his cock into you faster, dirtier, “Shit, you can take this baby, can’t you? You’re my good girl, aintchu? Don’tcha wanna make yer husband cum?”
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