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The way there’s not enough of favorite character x black/ readers of color (gender neutral).


BABY I’M TTIIIIRRREEEDD I WANNA READ ABOUT HOW MY FAV BUYING ME A BONNET AND HEAD SCARFS. TRIPS TO THE BEAUTY SUPPLY STORE CAUSE WE ALL KNOW YOU DONT JUST GO IN THE STORE FOR ONE THING. BABY YOU’RE COMING OUT WITH FULL A BAG OR TWO. DO FACE MASKS SINCE A BITCH GOT HELLA ACNE. READ ABOUT GO ON DATES OR CONCERTS AND ACTUALLY HAVE AN AWKARD MOMENT CAUSE NOBODY’S PERFECT AND I WILL CRACK A JOKE OR TWO. READ ABOUT A WEDDING WITH MY FAV BUT THE WEDDING DRESS ISN’T BASIC AS FUCK AS SOME OF Y'ALL LIKE TO PUT PICTURES OF UGLY WEDDING DRESSES THOUGH SOME ARE DECENT. READ ABOUT WHAT MY FAV AND I HAVING A PET(S) BUT TREAT THEM AS OUR CHILDREN. OR IF THE STORY TAKES PLACE IN A FANTASY, VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES ARE NOT THE ONLY WAY. I PROMISE. I WOULD ENJOY READING ABOUT MY FAV AND I BEING ELVES, MERMAIDS, GIANTS, CYCLOPS, OR ANY OTHER MYTHICAL CREATURE TAKING TRIPS TO DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE FANTASY WORLD.


I think I just want to read about black elves, mermaids, sirens, and other creatures but I think y'all got the point.

All I’m saying is please more of characters x black/ readers of color (gender neutral). I only know like one or two people who write a character x black reader and I just wish there was more. I’m even working on my character x black reader.


I’m just on writer’s block and it sucks 🥴


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If you’re looking for a penny, Go to the crossroads

If you’re looking for a penny, go to the crossroads.

You can find pennies there all the time.

Some people say that you can find other things too.

Like spirits looking for a job to do.

There are many different exu’s. And many different doves.

There is only one Hekate and she had many names, like Adonai and Melania Kyon.

Likewise, there is only one Papa Legba.

You can find him there at the crossroads.  Sometimes he cloaks himself in the shadows.

Other times he presents himself to you, if he so pleases; an old black man, like Cain. He shows you the path to your so chosen destination.

And all you have to do is pay him a penny or three, depending on what you need. He is the owner of the roads you pay him for.

He will be your guide, like the Lord, guiding you through the shadows of the valley of death. For any road that you choose with him will always lead you to change and we all know that change= death, in some way, shape or form; like Oya.

Change. Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters (USA style). Depending on the road you choose, you may find just a penny at the end or you may find an abundance of all four. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, and you’re really special, you’ll find half dollars and gold dollars too!

Sometimes he haunts you. Like a ghost carrying out the duties of Azazel, telling you that you’re going the wrong way. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll never tell you the right way, but he will let you know that you’re going the wrong way.

He’ll whisper in your ear, like a fly on the wall, like Beelzebuth and tell you many stories to get you to cross your road. Like the Lord.

There are many pennies at the crossed roads, if you are looking for one, just as there are many roads.

However, I would suggest that you only look, and never pick one up.

They will either make you very rich or very poor.



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It will help the author pay for a bus, or a car.

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-Carli Cosmo

If you’re looking for a Penny, Go to the Crossroads  © 2020 Carlisa N. Williams

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If you’re looking for a penny, go to the crossroads.

You can find pennies there all the time.

Some people say that you can find other things too.

Like spirits looking for a job to do.

There are many different exu’s. And many different doves.

There is only one Hekate and she had many names, like Adonai and Melania Kyon.

Likewise, there is only one Papa Legba.

You can find him there at the crossroads.  Sometimes he cloaks himself in the shadows.

Other times he presents himself to you, if he so pleases; an old black man, like Cain. He shows you the path to your so chosen destination.

And all you have to do is pay him a penny or three, depending on what you need. He is the owner of the roads you pay him for.

He will be your guide, like the Lord, guiding you through the shadows of the valley of death. For any road that you choose with him will always lead you to change and we all know that change= death, in some way, shape or form; like Oya.

Change. Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters (USA style). Depending on the road you choose, you may find just a penny at the end or you may find an abundance of all four. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, and you’re really special, you’ll find half dollars and gold dollars too! 

Sometimes he haunts you. Like a ghost carrying out the duties of Azazel, telling you that you’re going the wrong way. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll never tell you the right way, but he will let you know that you’re going the wrong way.

He’ll whisper in your ear, like a fly on the wall, like Beelzebuth and tell you many stories to get you to cross your road. Like the Lord.

There are many pennies at the crossed roads, if you are looking for one, just as there are many roads.

However, I would suggest that you only look, and never pick one up.

They will either make you very rich or very poor.



Donations are very appreciated.

It will help the author pay for a bus, or a car.

email Carliup@gmail.com


Don’t forget to subscribe to this channel and share this content for more. 

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i’m excited to share my new narrative poem where i use the concept of imprisonment, law enforcement, and the justice system as metaphors for what i feel takes place in my mind when judging myself. throughout life, despite knowing i am valid the way i am, i’ve had feelings & thoughts that contradict what i know to be true. i felt like i was constantly on trial to prove my worth to myself. i might have witnesses who say i’m wonderful or beautiful and i might even have evidence but only when i grant myself acceptance and leniency will i ever be free. in this story i’m the police, lawyer, defendant, jury, and judge not realizing i’m the only one pointing fingers & being unfair to myself. be kind to yourself & know that nobody’s perfect but you are enough even if you don’t meet impossible, unattainable standards. being you is all you can be. change is a tool for all of us to use, but we have to love & accept who we are presently because there is no better time than now. i hope y'all understand and enjoy this read! 💙✨

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Wrap Party Wreckage

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A/N: Remember when I said I was going to do something with said picture above? Well…and yes I know I said I was taking a break but I had to get this out before I lost it so…you got lucky. This one is…somethin else….I just finished this and its like damn near 6 am. 

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Mark Ruffalo x black!reader

Summary: The boys have been ogling you most of the night at a wrap party but you don’t know why…until they get you in a room alone….

Warnings: I think you can guess…but smut, dom daddy tings, drugs. It’s nasty

Tags: @honorarytenenbaum @zeldasayer @profoundunknownmoon @thegirlwholovessynchronicity @fineassvikings @ldnbridge @theidleblog@thelordofgifts


Boy oh boy. Now this is an absolute treat. Over in the corner, I eye my two favorite salt and pepper, bearded menses, Taika Waititi and Mark Ruffalo, huddled closely and giggling like two bad ass kids that are up to no good. This wrap party has been a delight and even though it was only my first, it was the best one so far. Open bar and dope catering, I could get use to life like this. I had been watching the two of them most of the night tell grand stories and get people to take shots with them and every once in a while, one would come bump into me with a sinister smirk, asking me if I was having a good time, asking if I needed anything. Introverted and buzzed, I sat on the corner of the couch, listening and observing, meeting eyes with them across the room. They were definitely up to something and was looking to getting me involved. I pull my iPhone out of my back pocket and start texting one of my best friends who would be up this late.

At this sick ass party, wishing you were

here…this might sound weird but…

I think Mark Ruffalo and Taika Waititi

are checkin me out….


I lift my eyes from the screen and catch them looking at me again, still talking amongst themselves. My phone vibrates.


 I wish I was there too so I can

be a witness to your two faves

eyein you across the room…


I’m drunk/bold enough

to take a pic…


DO IT.

I lift my phone with a devious smile and aim the camera right at the two nerds, making blatant eye contact with them as I take the pic. I send it to my bestie and give them a flirty wink. Oh there is way too much tequila and vodka in my system tonight. My phone vibrates again.


Oh. Shit. Yeah. Totes

peepin you…how ballsy

are you to get a pic like

that wow!


Lol I told you…


“Hey who are you sending our picture to?”

Mark and Taika stand before me, mildly swaying from the booze coursing through their veins. Damn they’re so much hotter in person. Both of them have always been subjects of my desires so for them to loom over me they were was definitely fueling some old fantasies.

“I needed some reassurance from a friend.”

“About?” chirps Taika, flushed on the apples of his freckled cheeks.

“About the two of you staring me down like some creeps in the corner there.” I nod to the corner in questioning.

They look at each other with a chuckle. “Ok, ok so maybe we could be conceived as strange standing there.” Mark’s crooked smile is beaming and I’m blinded by the light.

“Well what did she say?” Taika quickly retorts, grabbing a drink from a tray floating through the living room of whoever’s sick ass loft this party was being held. Mark tries to grab one too late and the tray floats away.

“She said y’all were checkin me out.”

They exchange saucy looks, snickering again. I couldn’t even imagine what these two were on about but the more they laughed and mumbled, the more I needed to know what was going on.

“Well, I suppose in a way we were…” starts snickering Taika.

“But not for those reasons…”

“Well.” Taika mumbles to Mark, thinking I wouldn’t hear him. My eyebrow raises at him in intrigue.

“Huh…so what are the reasons?” I cross my arms over my jean button up. I want to be in on it now and I’m ready for the plan. Taika’s strapping body plops down beside me on the couch and leans in close to my ear. His fragrance fills the air around the two of us and I try to calmly inhale the smell into my bloodstream. He whispers to me,

 “We want some weed.”

He lingers close for a bit. I look up at Mark who’s grinning criminally down at me. This tension seems hypersexualized and electric, these words meaning more than they had led on in some form or fashion.

“And what makes you guys think…” My flirty eyes look away from Mark and turn slightly towards Taika who still heated my space. “…that I have anything to accommodate you?”

Taika’s eyes dart around my face and neck. The tips of his tongue wets his lips before answering.

“Just a feeling.” He mumbles softly. My chest rises feeling heavy underneath this heated stress. This clearly can’t be about a joint but I’m on this train now heading towards some nonsense. I relax, ready to enjoy this ride. I don’t flinch under these two. I break my gaze from Taika, standing from the couch. I motion for them to follow me. I know there’s got to be an abandoned room that I could smoke the joint that’s sitting in my shirt pocket. I was saving it for the way home but I don’t mind sharing with these two goofballs. They still mumble and whisper behind me as I open random doors, looking for the perfect space to smoke them out. Behind door number three, I find some sort of lounge room filled with floor cushions and cozy couches. Things could get real interesting up in here.

“Jackpot.” I move to the side, revealing the find to the guys. “Gentlemen.”

I lay out on some floor cushions between Taika and Mark who sit up on a couch. Taika’s dirty white chucks and Mark’s fancy loafers are on opposite sides of my head. Their toes tap and feet fidget as they carry on, talking movie talk while I just lay on the cushions, smoking and passing the joint when it’s my turn to do so. There was enough industry talk for the night from everyone else at the party and I would love to converse about anything else. Why kill this high with such typical conversation? I allow them to wrap up talking about the film they just wrapped to drop the bomb.

“If you could have sex with one person in the whole world, who would it be?”

Ok so that’s such a typical question but the weed convinced me it was the best question to ask right now. They’re caught up in their thoughts, conjuring up the best answer that they could. I already had five answers and two I wouldn’t dare say aloud. The answers could turn this situation from comfortable to awkward to possibly rigid with lust. It was too early to risk it. I totally need to play my cards right…if I allude this vibe correctly.

“Anyone in the world you say?” Taika reiterates. I tap the toe of shoe twice, signaling yes. “Hmm…okay then. I have one.”

“Oh God.” Mark snorts then coughs, “There’s no telling what this answer could be.”

I laugh along with Mark agreeing with his sentiments. Crazy man Taika could take this conversation anywhere with one simple word. I brace my ears for impact.

Taika scoffs at Mark. “It’s actually a good one. Princess Diana.” He throws it right on out there. I simply grin. “Like right after she found out she was getting cheated on. I bet she was amazing in the sack.”

Mark hands me the joint as we sit with Taika’s not so off the wall answer. She was gorgeous and I’m sure she was getting some from someone after Charles snaked her so ugly. I take a long hit before saying,

“I don’t hate that answer,” my voice strained, holding my breath, “Mark?”

I hear his toe tap calmly on the carpet. He’s quiet for a few seconds. “Michelle Obama. She’s way out of my league but I find her insanely attractive.”

Both of their answers are women of power, that just makes sense. Taking another hit, my imagination displays the two of them with their conquests at hand, trying to woo them with their wit and charm. They’re both successful in some way, a kiss or a touch but that’s how far as it goes at first, their possible one night stands transforming into full affairs. I don’t know who would turn down such funny, handsome men. My mind is sprinting. They discuss their answers above me and I raise my hand to Taika. Even the tip of his fingers are strong, pressing against mine to pinch the diminishing bud.

“I feel like these situations would be entirely risky, of course, but it would be definitely worth the story.” Taika mumbles behind the joint between his lips.

“Worth the experience.”

“Yes.”

Their minds are racing as well, the weed fueling their daydreams. I laugh at their hypotheticals, their detailed “how I would’s” and frown at their banter if they were to get caught. My lids are heavy with indica, tequila still moving through me. The combination of the two make my limbs lazy but my head happy. This is an ideal night.

“What’s your answer?” Mark inquires tapping me on the shoulder with toe of his shoe. You two, I almost moan but I just grin behind a different answer. It’s an answer they won’t be expecting.

“Jim Morrison. But like both of us high as a kite or like trippin on acid. I bet sex with him was insane. Hair flyin and clammy bodies rollin all over his grand bed. Hot.” When they don’t react, I look up at them both and they’re both grinning down at me. My eyebrows frown. “Whaaaa.”

Taika leans down, placing his elbows on his legs. “You’re kinda nasty huh…” There they go again, exchanging side glances and sickening smiles. Gradually, I flip over to sit on my knees, giving them a concerning look.

“Maybe. Depends.”

“On?” Mark leans down next, his hands resting in between his legs, sending me the same seductive stare as Taika’s. I still don’t shake.

I address Mark. “Who’s the recipient.”

“So only certain people would get to see that side of you.” Taika calls my attention back. The coy look on his face draws a smile from me. The train is still heading full speed towards nonsense. I unbuckle my seatbelt.

“Sure.” The word is pouty, drawing Taika’s sexy gaze. “If they’re lucky…”

We all chuckle together, biting and licking lips trying to entice each other. I stretch my neck and shoulders that were being crushed by the weight of this sexual energy. My body elongates and rolls and Mark places the joint to my plump lips. I press them together and take a drag, looking deep into his eyes. I could feel the tingle down into my toes. Out of nowhere, I feel Taika’s tender fingers push my hair behind my ear. His thumb rubs my earlobe as I exhale the smoke into Mark’s face.

“Do you think we could be lucky?” Slowly, Mark leans closely to me and plants the daintiest kiss on my lips. Taika’s fingers trace up and down my neck, running the strands of my hair between his fingertips. Let’s face reality, I’m way too high for this but I’m here, ready for the crash and wreckage of this trip. There’s no way in hell this is happening right? I’m falling in deep into Mark’s brown eyes and lick at the place where his lips were.

“Yeah…yeah I think so…” I breathe deep, hoping to steady the erratic rhythm rattling against my rib cage. Taika grips and massages my left shoulder while Mark trails his index finger down my chin. I don’t dare close my eyes, no, for I need all the mental pictures I can store. But he betrays me and breaks the stare and looks at his co-conspirator.

“What do you think Taika? Do you think she’d let us be so lucky?”

“Oh I know she will. A girl like her always aims to please.” His fingers caress my chin and turns my face out of Mark’s grasp. “Isn’t that right hun?” Now I’m lost in Taika, communicating that he wanted to make cum squirt all over his lap while he rammed me from behind. Well that’s what I interpreted on my own. I open my mouth as wide as it can go and hang my tongue fully out. Together they laugh while Taika runs his thumb over my taste buds and my lips.

“Look how ready to go she is.” Mark balls his fist into my roots.

Taika rubs my spit all over my face, drool falling from my tongue. “I know I fuckin love it.” He moans, shoving his fingers in my slobbering hole. I vocalize a loud, deep moan. They moan in return. Mark’s grip holds my head still as Taika’s stands. “Stay just like that.” He points and grumbles at me. I breathe heavily out of my wet mouth, tongue dripping onto carpet beneath me. His bulge pultrudes through his jeans. It’s going to feel so amazing down my throat. He reveals it to me in true Taika fashion, menacing and taunting, stroking it directly in front of my face. Any time I try to reach for it, Mark tugs on my hair.

“Not yet.” His growl makes my skin prickle.

Taika smears his sticky cock across my exposed tongue, sighing to the feeling of moisture on the head of his dick. I squirm under Mark, anticipating his hefty cock rubbing against the back of my throat. But he continues to tease me, his cock getting harder with every touch of my mouth.

“Oh I was so right about you.” Taika moans, gripping his member harder, “I knew you wanted me. Wanted us.”

“Yeah looks like the rumors are true.” Mark loosens his grip. “Taika knew you’d give yourself to us.” He stands and unbuttons his pants. “My turn.” I reposition myself to face Mark now, mouth still wet and exposed. He doesn’t play though. Without hesitation, Mark shoves his dick into my mouth and groans. Closing my mouth around him, I suck on his trembling skin. “Oh my God.” He chokes out as I lower my sucks down his cock. In the distance, I hear a lock turn.

“I don’t want anyone to interrupt this.” Taika purrs, returning to our side. I glance over his naked body and admire his tattoos but Mark doesn’t approve, making me gag unexpectedly.

“Don’t look at him while my dick is in your mouth. Understand?”              

With watery eyes I nod at him, learning my place. Taika laughs at my punishment.

“Maybe she wants me more than she wants you.” Taika taunts Mark and all he does is roll his eyes in return.

“Don’t start your egotistical bullshit right now…” Mark snipes at him, jamming his dick deeper and quicker in my mouth. His annoyance is quickly diminished the more he fucks my mouth, moaning loudly with each stroke. His hands rest on each side of my head, moving his hips faster. Just when I think he’s about to cum though, he withdraws with a noisy grunt. Gripping the head of his dick, Mark squeezes his eyes close, trying to catch his breath. “Holy fuck.” His shoulders shudder briefly. “Oh baby…we’re gonna have so much fun with you tonight.” He resumes stroking his dick.

“Stand up.” Taika commands, sitting with his arms up on the back of the couch, his dick at full position. I do what the man says. “Unbotton your shirt. Now.” Mark sits back on the couch once he’s removed all of his clothes. My trembling black nails go for my top button, unsnapping the first clasp. The sound seems so loud in the room. Taika and Mark look on with their full erections distracting me. The very tips glisten in the dim light, a tiny drop of pre cum begins to trickle down the head of Taika’s veiny cock. I unsnap another button as I watch it begins its journey down the textured heated skin.

“Faster.” Mark barks. The next button I release reveals a bit of sheer material of my bra. “Open your shirt. Show us your tits sitting in your bra.” He nods at me. I unsnap another clasp before I draw my shirt open, giving them whatever they wanted. Their erections jump at the sight of my C cups sitting in sheer violet bralette.

“Your pants now.” Taika runs his fingers over his leaking head. I don’t waste any time. I push my pants all the day down to my ankles and off my feet, kicking them to the side. I present my golden almond skin to them that’s accented with a sheer violet thong set. “Turn around.” I exhibit my perfectly round peach, cheeks bare and smooth. The two of them moan and exult. I put on a little show, bending over and giving my naked cheeks a couple of slaps and rubs. Taika’s head rolls back, fully stroking his stiff dick. Mark’s breath is heavy and shaky.

“Back that shit up over here. Let me get a closer look.” He almost whispers. As carefully as my clumsy as could, I throw my ass towards Mark, boaring my stare into Taika who is ready to devour me. He’s past ready to bust. Mark clutches my thighs, yanking my ass into his face where he smooths his bearded chin and cheeks on and in between my ass, occasionally grazing my pussy with his tongue. I jump with each sporadic lick. Next, he rips my thong away. He definitely will be buying me a new one this is a favorite set. Then he lands a few full handed slaps. I yelp in pleasure.

“Fuck she’s gorgeous. Look at that ass. Look at that sweet pussy god. Taika do you see this?” He twists me towards him, holding me by the thighs as he runs his to fingers down my slit, displaying my juices. Taika relinquishes a shaky gasp. “You look like you’re about to lose it. Would you like to go first?”

Mark releases his hold and shoves me in Taika’s direction landing in Taika’s stern body with a loud smack. Before I could even register, he swiftly bends me over and shoves my head into the couch. I yell into the soft fabric when he spanks me several times, watching my muscles jiggle and redden. Taika’s fat cock lies in wait on my soaking wet lips.

 “Why you’re too kind sir. I really appreciate the first dig.” Taika holds me steady, entering me with all his force. It shoves me further into the plush cushion. “Oh fuck yes.” He gasps. Another shove. “Take this dick.” I cry out. Shove. “OH—OH GOOD GOD.” This shove is more aggressive. I curse to myself, hoping it’s not the end of his turn. My walls are burning and sopping, the feeling of his meaty dick stroking me producing all the natural lubricant he needs to slide in and out of me. Mark looks on with joy, enjoying the live show.

“Damn she looks amazing. How does she feel?”

Taika kicks his head back with a loud groan. “Ah man. Her walls are so wet but wrap around my dick so tightly. It’s fuckin gorgeous mate.” Taika snags my hands together behind my back, fucking me further into the couch. I am nothing but weak moans. If he could go any further in me, he would, my ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis. My yelp is muffled when he slaps me again, leveraging his foot up on the couch. “Such a dirty girl. Willing to open her legs for the both of us you take this fuckin cock…yes yes such a good dirty girl your pussy is swallowing my dick whole…”

Readjusting my face in the cushion, I get my mouth free enough to pant, “I’m your good dirty girl sir. Fuck this dirty girl’s pussy.”

 Those words send him over the edge, shooting his seed all inside and all over my back and ass, sighing over and over, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Taika takes his shirt and cleans up his mess backing away from me once it’s gone. “You’re up.” He tags in Mark before throwing his now dirty shirt back down on the floor. When I resume normal standing position, some of Taika’s seed drips from my tired pussy onto one of the floor cushions. We didn’t give a fuck about making a mess. It wasn’t our concern once this is all over.

Mark is suddenly soft, holding out his hand to me. “Come here you.” Gently I take it and he guides me down on his lap, straddling him. Mark moistens his fat thumb and presses it firmly on my swollen clit. My whole body shakes. “I’m going to take care of you. Okay?” he asks like I would object. So much pressure built up inside of me. Mark drops me down to his dick, continuing to flick and rub my magic button. My body shakes more.

“Ho-ooooly shit.” Mark squeezes my ass with his free hand reacting to my hole swallowing him this time. He shouts over to Taika, “You weren’t kidding. Wow.” No more games. Mark’s arms wrap strongly around my torso, keeping me still so he can fuck me however he wants. His rapid slams cause me to holler and shout his name and moans mine back. “You feel so crazy good its driving me wild.” The pressure finally becomes unbearable and I release it all on Mark and the poor couch. And he doesn’t stop slamming into me while I orgasm. I jerk around in his arms but he holds on stronger, giving me all the work. The ends of my long hair end up back into his grip, yanking on the soft strands. In the distance the familiar sound of Taika’s friction can be heard across the room.

 Mark coaches, “Here I come baby. Cum again. Do it. Now. Cum.”

 As I fall apart in his embrace, I squirt all over his dick while he shoots his hot load in me. I rest my head on his shoulder, crying from such intense back to back orgasms like that. Taika cums shortly after we do, his cries of pleasure send a chill down my limp spine. Taika comes back over to the couch and kisses me while Mark rubs my back, his dick resting limply inside of me.

“You’re marvelous baby. A delectable thrill. Was she not Waititi?”

Taika mumbles on my lips, “I could cum in her all night.” We resume making out and he pulls me off Mark’s lap like a little spoiled baby.

“We can pick this up back at her place. What do you think our little slutty girl?” Mark slides his pants back on, rubbing his hand along the zipper. “I don’t think I want this night to end yet.”

I pull away from Taika’s precious mouth and agree because I definitely didn’t want this night to end either. I loved being their little play thing they took turns pleasing and using. Taika gives me one last kiss placing my bruised cheeks down on the cozy couch we just ruined, picks up my tattered thong off the floor with uneasy smile.

“We’ll buy you more lingerie. Promise.” He stuffs it in his pants pocket once the buttons them back. Mark politely hands me my clothes and shoes with a smile. My nerds are back, laughing while we get dressed, discussing if anyone at the party heard all the fun we were having. Taika states his car is downstairs waiting to take us back to my place for more. Before we walk back into the party, Taika takes ahold of my arm and says in my ear, “I’m going to spread you open on your table and eat you like a five course meal while you choke on Ruffalo’s cock. Understand?” and delivers a quick pat to my sensitive bottom. The roar of the party overwhelms our ears as we slip back into the hallway and out the front door.

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I’ve spent practically my entire life trying to force myself to be an extrovert because I perceived being an introvert as a bad thing. I mean, how could I not? That’s what society likes to tell us. Our world was built on extroversion. We are told that we have to be social and outgoing in order to survive. And that is true to an extent, but allow me to let you in on a little secret. Being an introvert has allowed me to develop important life skills that I most likely wouldn’t have been able to grasp onto if I fell more towards the extroverted spectrum. Over time, I’ve definitely acquired extroverted tendencies and I am thankful that I have the ability to allow myself to be social, meet new people, and not be shy in social settings. But as I grow older, I start to realize more and more that my alone time is sacred. It’s important for my overall well being. Solitude is bliss, baby. It’s much needed for me in order to survive in this world. Being an introvert doesn’t mean that I don’t like people or that I am depressed or that I am boring. It just means that I like doing things differently. It doesn’t make me weird. It makes me more self aware. More observant. A great listener. A deep thinker. More emotionally intelligent. Giving myself my alone time allows me to think about things clearly. It allows me to get rid of the noise and just be with myself. I think embracing my inner introverted butterfly is hands down the best thing to happen to my existence. Because I know myself so well. I don’t need other people to recharge my energy or to make me happy. I can do that on my own. I am the happiest when I am alone.    

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I’ve just recently had this epiphany. A strong one. And it made me realize that I’ve been trying to force myself in spaces that aren’t meant for me. With people that aren’t meant for me. Doing things that aren’t serving me. And I don’t have to do any of that. I am who I am and I belong where I belong and I don’t need to try and fit into places that do nothing for my existence. 

Where I do belong, I thrive. I am my happiest. I am the best version of myself. Those are the spaces that I belong in. It’s not in a space where I’m not accepted for who I am. The spaces that I belong in aren’t ones where people are trying to change me. The places that I belong in accept me. They love me fiercely. And from here on out I won’t be accepting anything less. If someone doesn’t like who I am and what I stand for, that’s their problem. I’ll go somewhere that I am accepted.

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There is not enough representation when it comes to fanfiction. I don’t see enough fics with black reader/oc’s. Like there is a bunch of white reader/oc fics. I went to ao3 and black reader tag is either combined with something or not there. I tried a different ways to search for it eventually i found some but it doesn’t have a filter for the tag so its like comb through 8 pages. Only to find half isn’t what you want and the other is not relevant to the tag.

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A/N: Enjoy! There is one chapter left, which I am really excited about :)

Warnings: Slow burn, verbal abuse (and one mention of physical abuse), angst

Word Count: idk, it is long lol

Pairings: M’Baku x OC 

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Asha groaned as she felt something nudging her shoulder, assuming it was M'Baku’s feeble attempts to wake her up. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her voice groggy and tired. She shifted on her side, burying her face deeper into his chest, her hand sliding across his midsection to hold onto him tighter. There was no response to her exhausted pleas for more sleep. In fact, she quickly realized that all she could hear were his loud, deep snores. Yet she still felt another more forceful nudge hit her back, forcing her eyes to pop open.

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Cheating! Hawks x GN Reader (for the most part)

So, I HATE this trend, because I personally don’t peg my bird man as a cheater. I think he may be a pretty difficult partner to have, but apparently this was a trend And I wanted to hop on it with a reader who is a bad bitch. Also I’ve had this song in my mind for weeks and thought it went perfectly (Gogo music look it up). Anywho I’ll leave now…

@spacebunnz @the-magician-in-alice @the-grimm-writer @half-baked-biscuit

Kei❤️🦅: Hey baby, looks like it’s gonna be another late night at the office😪 be home when I can. Don’t wait up.

Again?

You frowned at the text in disappointment. Keigo’s work had picked up drastically in the last few months, leaving you with less and less face time with your man. Such was the life of dating the number two pro-hero.

You tossed the phone beside you on his pillow and flopped back on the bed restlessly.

I hope he’s eating good. Keigo has a habit of stuffing the most convenient crap in his mouth when he’s busy like this.

The thought made you perk up. That’s it! If he couldn’t be home in time for dinner, you’d bring dinner to him.

With renewed energy, you hopped out of bed and pulled on something cute and comfortable before heading to the kitchen. You fixed Keigo a plate of food and headed out to his agency.

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“Oh hey Ms. L/n!” The plucky, young receptionist, Hiro, greeted you as you walked in to Hawks’ Hero Agency.

“You don’t have to call me ‘Ms,’ Hiro-san.”

“Oh right!” He smacked his forehead gently. “I keep forgetting how chill you and Hawks are about that kinda stuff. Are you here to see him?”

“Yeah, but I want it to be a surprise. Is he in?”

“He should be in his office. Head on up!”

“Thanks Hiro-san.” You double tapped the desk, flashing him a grateful smile.

As you coasted up to your man’s office at the top floor, you admired the view of the lit Fukuoka streets through the glass elevator.

Just outside Keigo’s office, strange, muffled noises drifted through the closed door.

With a tilt of your head, you tried to make out exactly what you were hearing. Thudding, rustling, and heavy breaths.

Your heart did a pirouette as your mind processed the noises.

No.

Surely not.

It was nothing, right?

Right.

You eschewed the idea of knocking, choosing instead to let yourself in.


The sight in front of you turned your stomach. There, on top of the desk, was your man, balls deep in another person. A very familiar person. His personal fucking assistant!


And this motherfucker was so enthralled in it, he hadn’t even realized you entered. He continued to deep dick that slut moaning and groaning obscenities in her face.

“Fuck yeah, take this fuckin’ dick.”

Your grip on the plate slipped. The entire thing clattered to the floor.

Finally, Keigo and his personal whore’s faces snapped towards you, mouth’s dropping in shock.

The pair of them cursed, simultaneously.

The blonde clambered off of his naked assistant and grabbed his jacket to cover himself.

“Shit, babe! Birdie, I can explain-“

“No the fuck you cant.” You cut in.

Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes and humiliation burned beneath your skin, but more than that was the cold rage that settled heavy in your chest

You turned to his assistant.

“Get the fuck out.” You commanded, quietly.

She stared back at you, wide-eyed and shivering. She shot a cautious glance at Keigo as if silently asking asking for permission.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” You screamed.

With a yelp, the assistant scurried out the door.

Keigo gaped at the scene in shock. He seemed to compose himself once your angry eyes landed back on him.

“Y/n, baby, I-“

You held up a hand.

“Get dressed, and bring your ass home.” You commanded.

Your calm even tone shocked both you and Keigo.

You made for the door without uttering another word. Luckily you didn’t pass that bitch on your way out the door.

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Once you made it back to you and Keigo’s shared home, you slumped to the ground; back against the door, and gazed unseeingly ahead.

No tears came.

Why? You wondered. Weren’t you hurt, humiliated, angry? Didn’t you feel betrayed in the most demeaning way?

Yes. Yes to all of those things, but for some reason the emotion that was hugging your heart right now, was rage. Cold, heavy, intense rage.

Numbly, you wandered into the bedroom, not bothering with taking off your clothes, and fell into the bed. If you hadn’t gone in…if you’d just taken his word for it that he would be back soon, then you would still have your too-good-to-be-true boyfriend.

The one that always kissed your forehead goodbye before work. The one who cooked your favorite meal for your birthday every year. The one who played pranks on you everyday.

Then you would have gotten played for a fool even longer. As much as it hurt, you were glad to know.

The dip of the bed shook you out of a fitful slumber.

Your nose wrinkled in disgust. The scent of Keigo’s natural body odor mixed with the distinctive musk of sex, hit your senses.

“Babe…” he mumbled. “You awake?”

You shrugged away from his touch.

“Go take a shower and take your ass to the couch.” You replied.

“Please, I…can we just-“

“Wash the smell of that bitch off you, and leave me the fuck alone.”

A wounded sound escaped Keigo. He drew back his hand, and got up from the bed without further argument. The bedroom door clicked shut.

You heard the squeak of the shower knobs and the pattering of the water against the tiles.

For whatever reason, that was the moment the dam broke and sobs wracked your body.

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The next morning, a persistent knock shook you out of your dreamless sleep.

“Birdie…” Keigo’s voiced called out, quietly. “Can I come in?”

“It’s your house.”

He let himself inside. His black rimmed, amber eyes were red and underlined with deep bags. His mop of blonde hair was bedraggled and messy, even for him. He looked like shit and he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in your life. The son of a bitch.


He made an attempt at a smile—it looked tight and strained. You noted the tray of breakfast. Sausage and eggs with orange juice.

He placed it on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed.

A burdened sigh escaped him.

“We need to talk about what happened.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“I…” he raked his hands through his blonde hair a few times. It was the first time you had ever seen your usually confident, easy going boyfriend this out of sorts. “I can’t explain why I did what I did-“


“You better fucking try.”


He gulped.


“Right. I don’t…I guess lately, I’ve been feeling…confined. I’ve always felt this way, but I don’t know, lately it’s been amplified. I don’t know if it’s some kind of quarter life crisis or what, but,” he shook his head, frustrated. “Y/n, it wasn’t you. Ok, it was never you-y-you’re perfect. I just-I needed to feel…I don’t know…in control-I-“

“You’ve been ‘busy’ for four months,” you interjected, matter of factly, “You hired that assistant of yours two months ago. Were you fucking her that whole time, and then decided you wanted her closer?”

The guilt on Keigo’s face told you everything you needed to know. Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

“When were you going to tell me?” You calmly questioned.

“I…I don’t-“

“You weren’t, were you?”

“Y/n,” his voice cracked, painfully. “I love you. I don’t wanna lose you, and I never meant to hurt you.”

You nodded as you absorbed his statements.

“Do you feel in control now, Keigo?”

Sorrow and regret clouded Keigo’s face.

“No.”

“Take your breakfast and go.”

“But y/n-“

“I’m not in the mood for it, Keigo. Leave. Now.”

The next few days were filled with tense silence and strained conversation. That’s if the two of you bothered to talk at all.

Keigo had been relegated to the guest house, while you remained in the main house.

You tried your damndest to stay motivated, but being surrounded by all those memories in your home…the bed that still smelled like him…it was hard.

Yet and still, you managed it.

Keigo stopped by the house occasionally. One of those visits, he confessed to firing his personal assistant, as if it were news worthy information. He was met with the same bland, sarcasm as usual.

As the days bled into weeks, the guilt and regret Keigo felt only worsened.

He watched the house like a hawk wondering if today was the right day to talk to you or if he should give you space. Some days, he was downright afraid of you. The way you looked at him like he was a bother—or worse yet, like he was nothing…

Keigo knew everyone processed pain differently. He had been prepared for screaming, crying, anger, sadness. What he hadn’t expected, was indifference.

He almost wondered if this was worse than your screaming obscenities at him or crying would have been.

Keigo wasn’t sure.

All he knew was that he had to make this right.

Gathering his courage, Keigo took a few deep breaths to steady his pounding heart and knocked at the door.

“Y-y/n? Are you home?”

He knocked once more, before ringing the doorbell.

No answer.

Keigo let himself inside and peeked around. You were no where to be found downstairs.

He considered leaving and maybe shooting you a text, but the draw to look around was too strong.

Being back in the house felt uncanny. Years of happy memories and history sullied by the thought of what the two of you had become. What he had done.

Keigo’s chest tightened and his throat constricted. He shook his head, and floated upstairs.

The steady sound of thudding greeted him the minute he hit the second floor. It only got louder and more distinctive the closer he got to your shared bedroom.

Keigo’s heart pounded harder and harder as he neared the door.

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuuuck.”

“Right there, Ahh, right there! Ohh god, right fucking there!”

No.

No…

Keigo’s sweat slicked palm gripped the doorknob so hard, his knuckles turned white. He ground his teeth until it hurt.

Flinging open the door, the sight of you, face down and ass up greeted him.

Shock, disgust, horror, and anguish roiled in Keigo’s stomach so fiercely, he thought he might vomit.

There, deep inside of you, was Dabi.

His mostly unblemished flesh covered back flexed with effort as he slammed his hips into you again and again, fingers digging into the mounds of your ass for balance.

Without hesitation, he turned his burning, turquoise eyes to Keigo, hips still rocking.

“Hey hero,” he smirked, “enjoying the show?”

Then there was you. Looking back at him with that pleasure filled gaze and just a hint of self satisfaction.

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i. Your mother tongue will die, run through on the cut-glass edge of empire that sits between teeth gums. The taste of blood lessens with time.

(So does the taste of home.)

ii. This land is yours to walk, home to sorghum paste and seswaa and sunspots of kindness.

ii(a). This land was never yours to roam. Never shall you walk it without a thousand small cruelties.

iii. You will spend a childhood screaming I am more than my phylogeny I make my own destiny hear me hear me hear me. In response, the sun that lights the school courtyard —

will cast you half a shadow.

iv. You are Other. You are the Same. You are both and neither. The blank space between the boxes on census forms is where you will call home. You will learn that to be nebulous is to be alone.

iv(a). Nebulous things give way to stars, and stars are plentiful in midnight skies. You will burn atom-bright, carve out your own place in the cold marble of the in-between. It will not be easy but it will last.

v. People will say their earth will not nourish those like you, tell you to leave. This earth was made fertile with your forebears. The earth remembers. Plant your roots deep.

vi. Your fingers will touch great monuments of stone and come away stained with empire. This taint, at least, is familiar.

vii. There will be trials, but you will find contentment in the small things. There will be tea made the way nkuku liked it, market stalls that sell guava and plantain, pounded yam that sits heavy in the mouth.

(You will never truly fit in, but

Where’s the fun in conformity?)


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this has been sat around in my head, thought I’d finally share it. special thanks to @howelljenkins for their support and constructive criticism on the excerpt that I shared!

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