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ℛℯ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒩ℴ𝓌 𝒪𝓅ℯ𝓃!
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes

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𝒞𝒽ℴ𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒟𝓇ℴ𝓅𝓈 𝒩𝒮ℱ𝒲 𝒫𝒶ℊℯ!
𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁!
𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎
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ℛℯ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒩ℴ𝓌 𝒪𝓅ℯ𝓃!
Respectfully, I think dry humping in fics is a lost art that needs to be brought back 🙂↕️!
THERE I SAID IT!!
Dry humping. Titty fucking. Thigh gap fucking, thigh riding. Mutual Masturbation. Solo Masturbation. Just making out without an escalation to sex. I will be bringing it.
*noted* lmao
I write about titty fucking & thigh riding as much as I can cuz that’s my shit 🫠🫠
Warnings: Feetkink? Dry humping, thigh fucking, sub!ony. uhhh idk guys.
NSFW
you were like a vixen straight out of a 80’s porno. always had curtain bangs, hair black with streaks of blonde or pink. lips puckered with a dark brown lip liner and nude pink in the middle glossed up. eyeshadow always sparkled with glitter, body always sparkled in glitter. and Jesus you smelled so good.
looked even better with your black lace bralette and black lace panty, thong so skinny it almost looked like you had nothing on if it wasn’t for what’s between your legs getting hidden by that exact lace. top and bottom belly pierced with a tattoo that reached the top of your ribs all the way to your ankle.
gosh, to say onyankapon was infatuated would be an understatement.
“so you the birthday boy?” you questioned, walking up to him where he was seated in the private room. “friends out there hollering about you, how you deserve this cause you just won a football game, what? last thursday?” you smirk at him, you tease him.
everyone face card in the Pitt is crazy
۫ . ۪ ֗ ᥫ᭡𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈…
+𝟣𝟪 • 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 | 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬; 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘬*𝘯𝘬; 𝘧𝘦𝘮-𝘥𝘰𝘮; 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦; 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘰𝘳*𝘭 (𝘧𝘦𝘮. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨); 𝘮*𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘮. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨) ; 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱; 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
⚠️ 𝚁𝚊𝚠 𝙷𝚎𝚖𝚜 (𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔) ⚠️
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 before he sent that message, she could hear it; the low rumble of the engine. An S58 she remembers him saying—whatever the fuck that means.
His vehicle haunts her property.
She should be worried. She should be scared.
Instead, all she can feel is a poorly timed ego boost; she smirked when she read the message.
What kind of a man shows up to your house, unannounced, begging for a sexual favor? And what kind of a woman is she to be excited by something like that?
She only has the answer to one of those questions.
Either way, there’s no guilt regarding her feelings towards this situation. She’s already decided that he gets a pass—just because she likes him.
why not make reader not black? no offence at all but the point of x reader is so that everyone could feel included not excluded. some of us are asian, mexican, or arab. not everyone on tumblr is black, please be mindful of that!! i love ur stories but it doesn’t feel like x reader to those who don’t share those traits! ;((
im going to say this with all due respect: i don't care if you don't feel included with my black readers. black women are constantly overlooked in fandoms. the majority of x reader fanfics are written with white readers in mind, which is why we read "you blushed" or "he ran his hand through your hair" in them.
black readers are not a majority at all. there are plenty of fanfics for non-black people, so i don't understand why you're coming to my inbox crying.
you sound like you're forced to read my work. if that bothers you, you can make your own fanfics with asian/latina/arab readers or read someone else's work. im not going to censor myself for a stranger.
we can do whatever we want with readers! plus-size, black, shy, baddie... just because one person doesn't like it, i'm not going to stop. if i hadn't specified that it was a black reader, i would have understood that it bothered you, but it's stated at the beginning of the fanfic.
black women deserve their safe place too. we wouldn't have needed to create black readers if white people didn't think they were the center of the universe and forgot everyone else when they wrote.
not everyone is black, so not everybody needs to read my fics. so no, i will not "be mindful" of that, like you said. stop forcing writers to suit your tastes and look for writers who suit you, thank you.
y’all be so worried about everything but making your own craft. if you don’t like niggas’ pages, write your own shit or shut the fuck up. if we wanna write for our own people, we ABSOLUTELY CAN ! THE FUCK.
SYSTEM OVERLOAD.
sum. fucking clark kent back and he loses his composure!
cw. backshots. size difference/kink. kinda self-insert so thick brownskin!reader. and in this case let’s call it a day and say reader has curly hair. rough sēx. slight hyperspermia. he’s a loser here but wdc! switch!reader & slight sub!clark. overstimulation. creampie. clark also swears for the first time in here. . .
note. new layout but it’s only temporary because i’m indecisive af. only did this for clarkie i love my 6’4 loser journalist FUCK!
clark feels too good right now.
it’s in the way his chest rises too fast, the way his glasses are already fogged, slipping down the bridge of his nose. the way his mouth hangs open, soft whimpers slipping out even though he’s trying so hard to bite them back.
his brows are furrowed tight, forehead damp with sweat, cheeks flushed pink like he’s embarrassed at how quickly he’s unraveling.
his hands are on your hips, gripping, squeezing, trying to ground himself. and he fails miserably.
it doesn’t work at all.
not when you’re on all fours in front of him, ass bouncing back into his lap over and over, each smack of your hips making his dick sink deeper than he can handle.
the position is brutal on him.
your upper body slanted forward into the mattress, back arched so deep it curves beautifully.
your curls spill around your face, some sticking to your sweaty skin, some bouncing with every harsh slap of your hips against his. and every time you push back, your ass jiggles, fat and plush, clapping against his thighs so loud that it fills the room. your thighs shake with effort but you don’t stop, not even for a second.
and he’s fucking big.
his cock is thick, stretching you wide, making you gasp as it bullies its way deep. you can feel the fat tip press against your cervix every time you slam back onto him, and instead of pulling away, you push harder, chasing that ache.
he’s throbbing inside you, twitching every time you squeeze around him, and the sound that leaves his throat is nothing short of pathetic.
clark can’t stop thinking about how hot you look from behind. he hasn’t even dared to look down—he knows if he watches the way your ass swallows his cock, if he sees your tits swinging underneath you, heavy and bouncing with the rhythm, he’ll cum right then and there.
and so he squeezes his eyes shut, throws his head back, and moans through clenched teeth.
“don’t… g-gosh—don’t stop,” he whimpers, voice cracking, forehead shiny with sweat.
you moan out, low and breathy, rocking your hips back even harder. “nngh—y’feel so good, clark…” you sigh, glancing back at him through half-lidded eyes.
there’s a smirk tugging at your lips, sweat dripping down your cheek, but you don’t falter—you grind back with even more force, making him choke on a moan.
his glasses are slipping lower.
his lip is red and swollen from biting it so hard, trying to hold back the words spilling out. you know he’s fighting it, trying not to lose control too fast.
he’s thinking of everything but this euphoric feeling to prevent him from painting your walls white prematurely. from nasty food, to vomit, to crime, to perry and his ridiculous white hair—anything to stop you from milking him early.
none of it is working, though. he could feel himself climbing closer to that beautiful release, and he’s panicking inside. eyes shut, head thrown back, and brows furrowed.
you notice it. notice how he’s downright refusing to look down—because if he did, he’ll never forgive himself from cumming before you. but it only riles you up even more.
seeing the perfect strong man who protects the city from danger—reduced to a whimpering wet mess just because of you makes you clench harder on him. and it’d only be a matter of time before you break your kansas boy.
so you ground harder, pushing your hips back on his, sappy walls smothering him as you do so.
and when you bat your lashes, half-lidded and glossy eyes locked on him as you part your lips, sultry voice speaking—“you like that, baby? like what ‘m—f-fuck—doin’ to you?”—it ruins him.
his lashes flutter. his head lulls again. his grip on your hips tightens so much you swear he’s trembling. and then, soft and broken, the word slips out of him for the first time in all his twenty-years on this planet—
“f-fuck…”
jackpot.
you grin. that’s how you know you’ve got him.
with a small giggle-turned-moan from how good his fat angry tip kissed your cervix, you ground your knees into the mattress.
you slam your hips back harder, faster, the sound of skin clapping echoing off the walls. clark can’t take it—he’s babbling now, voice shaky, whimpering into the air like he’s begging you not to stop.
“fu-fuck, please—s’too much, feels so good—hnng, s-slow down—!” his words tumble out without control, stuttered and desperate.
you laugh, “sl-slow down? haah—but ‘m enjoying this soooo well, you don’ wan’ me t’slow down.”
you were so right—he’d rather let five airplanes fall on him before he ever lets you slow down.
your ass shakes against his thighs, breasts swaying beneath you, curls bouncing as you moan into the mattress. the pressure is unbearable, the way his dick hits that spot over and over, thick and heavy inside you, your walls clenching down on him like you’re trying to milk every drop.
and clark? he’s gone.
his abs are tense, muscles straining, his glasses slipping until they’re crooked on his face. his jaw drops, letting out high, cracked whimpers that don’t sound like him at all.
“sh-shit—baby pl-please, i—“ but you clench around him, slick walls choking him out. “haah—fuck me, please—“
you know he’s close.
you can feel it in the way he twitches inside you, the way his rhythm falters even though you’re the one driving it. so you press him harder, clapping back rougher, moaning his name like you’re coaxing him.
clark can barely hold back; flushed tip getting more sensitive by the second. his moans are getting higher, more pathetic, and it’s turning you on even more just knowing you could turn the biggest and baddest into the weakest and pathetic with just you.
it only takes so much for the kryptonian to come undone.
your eyes land back on him, head tilting down slightly as you land the last hit on him. your own strokes get messier and nastier, like you were waiting for him to combust. “c-cum for me, clark. wan’ it—auhhn—wan’ it so bad. fill me up, please?”
homerun.
clark’s eyes snap open, his body jolts forward, and the sound that tears out of him is so loud and broken it almost shocks you.
“haah—‘m cu—cumming!”
he cums hard, so hard his whole frame shakes behind you. his hips stutter and slam forward, burying himself deep as hot, long, thick spurts flood your cunt. he’s moaning, whimpering, babbling your name as he fills you, clinging to your hips and ass like you’re the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
and you can’t hold back either.
the second you feel the warmth flood your insides, hear his pathetic cries, your walls clamp down tight.
your orgasm crashes over you, thighs trembling violently, body jerking as you cum all around him. the sheets muffle your moans, your curls sticking to your damp face as you choke out his name.
it’s messy. wet.
your arousal dripping down your thighs, mixing with his cum as it spills out around the base of his dick. clark’s chest is pressed to your back now, his glasses crooked, breath hot against your neck as he shudders through the last pulses of release.
his voice is a wreck, hoarse and sweet as he whispers, “sh-shit…” over and over, like he still can’t believe how hard you just broke him.
and you? you just smile through your ragged breaths, ass still twitching from aftershocks, satisfied knowing you made superman crumble under you.
well. . . hopefully this is alright cuz good lord did it take me a hot min to write this.
I know I said I quit but u need to get this little Drabble off my mind 😩
“Baby please let me touch”
Your boyfriend was hovering over you, on your shared bed, spreading your legs for you, and all while he couldn’t do anything but look.
His hands were sliding up and down your quaking thighs begging for a feel, a taste, anything.
“Mhm-mhp Eren no”
You look up at his face he’s pleading with eyes.
He knows you said don’t touch just watch you abuse you pussy until your creaming around your fingers, and he really thought he could do it.
But the way your pussy was squelching around your own digits and you thumb effortlessly rubbing your sensitive clit, oh and that face.
That beautiful doll-like face was looking so fucked out and so ready too cum, yea he couldn’t keep his promise at all.
“I can’t baby you’re begging me touch you” he was actually begging you with his hands rubbing faster on your thighs as he spoke. “I just wanna touch it baby cmon let me touch this needy pussy”
And you so desperately wanted to say no, just stand your ground and make him accept his punishment, but you also wanted him to touch you.
“Y-you can control yourself?”
“Yes baby I won’t do to much and I won’t lick”
and you know this won’t be true considering the fact that he’s not even looking you in the eye, but instead starting at the way your creme was oozing out onto your fingers. He didn’t even sound an inch of convincing.
“P-promise baby”
“I promise ma, can I touch?” He finally looks up at you with those puppy eyes
You move his hand to create space for his.
“Go ahead”
When his 2 fingers entered you, it created a fullness that you couldn’t reach.
He was forcing your legs open while digging you out with his hands. It had you already about to come undone for him.
“Huf-f-fuck!”
Barely able to form a coherent sentence he was in you so good your mind was running blanks.
The more the moans poured out of you, the more Eren babbled arrogant bullshit.
“Yea? You feel good mama? I told you just let me make you nut”
“Haven’t even been in you for 5 fucking minutes and you’re already about to cum all over my fingers”
“Mhm give it to me, I love this slutty little pussy, it’s mine? Tell me it’s mine baby”
Still unable to speak you squeal and nod your head and look up at him grabbing his wrist
He didn’t need words to know what you were implying
“Go ahead baby cum for me”
thank you for feeding me 😩😩🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
toji who jerks off in front of his pretty younger girlfriend because she asked all sweet. fuck, she bothered him really.
you would whine “oh toji bear please! I just wanna see you dripping for me.”
god! for someone wearing pretty little pink skirts and white bows in their hair, you had a fucking filthy mouth. & fortunately for him, he loved that shit.
his sweats are lowered on his muscular thighs, waist band to his boxers peaking on top while his big balls pulsed and quivered while his rough hands both wrapped around his large dick.
and you sat there, thighs pressed together, legs under your butt, only in your pink and white striped panties with a cute mini 3d rose right in the middle hem matched with your bra. “just like that papa.” you murmured.
his eyes roll back slightly, they quickly focus to look at you though, the way your hands find their way to your bra covered tits to give it a tight squeeze, glossed big lips pouting and then getting bit on by white straight teeth. you look at him then…big eyes and long lashes with a fair share of bottoms, “want you to cum on them daddy, right here.” you fingers grazed the top of your tits that poked out the bra in such a pornography way.
“shit baby, look so pretty. love hearing your v-voice too.” he wasn’t lying, everytime you sent naughty videos of yourself, you always had loose lips, you would chat and chat and fucking chat about the most devious and disgusting things you want him to do with you. he’s pretty sure once just by listening he has came untouched.
“yea toji bear? you gonna cum on em?” his hands get sloppier, but not sloppier then his hips as he swings them back and forth, imagining it’s your pussy now, even though nothing can come close. “yes mama, shit come closer. let me put my tip on it.” you answered innocently with a quick “kay.”
you’re still staring at him too, pouty lips, awareness in your eyes and once you seen his lips start to open letting out ridiculous groans you open yours too. “yes daddy, cum on your pretty girl tits. please? I need it.” your hips start to involuntarily rock against nothing.
“yeahhh shit! fuck I’m cumming baby.”
and he does cum, more on your face then tits.
“you gotta lick it off now toji bear! I’m all dirty.” you all but whine.
“okay baby.”
a/n: sorry for any typos I’m sleepy. I might get back into writing, I got a fic up my sleeve
pistachios. toji + onyankopon.
𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 12.9K word count. blackfemoriginal!reader, crossover!fic, best friends!tojixonyankopon, contractors!tojixonyankopon, husband!tojifushiguro, countryboycoded!toji, contractor!toji, grumpy!toji, sweet!toji, dominant!toji, countryboycoded!onyankopon, contractor!onyankopon, grumpy!onyankapon, sweet!onyankapon, dominant!onyankapon, threesome, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, choking, squirting, praising, LOTS of dirty talk/aggressive dirty talk, size kink, condomless sex, creaming, slapping ass/face, kissing, just a fine ass black + japanese man, minors aren’t welcome!
━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ hi, it’s your favorite pisces’ favorite pisces—teehee. hope you missed me. anyways, just gonna’ say right now this isn’t a nascar fic, i trashed the idea and just came up w/ something more—me, i guess? i think i like this one. i felt a lil’ rusty, so idk what nasty factor it might hit. but both my men in the same universe? oh yeah. oh yeah. anyways, i will also say the link/visuals are unfortunately not black links in specific, but it does a good job of conceptualizing what i envisioned in my mind. and if you’re nasty, you’re fully aware of who owen grey + small hands are ;) LMAO. aight, i kept thinking of deeper by PARTYNEXTDOOR, so you can put that on a loop if you’d like. enjoy. love you.
visual.
HOW DID YOU END UP HERE?
You kept asking yourself that question as your puffy lips poked in a pout, round eyes flickering in between the looming frames above you. Your freckled cheeks flushed as they glared in return of your angelic face—and then, impurely so, you crawled to them.
You couldn’t have been that naive. Not to realize their plan, or how long they’d been onto you. But none of this was your plan at all. It just—happened.
beautiful.
PENT UP ANGER
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐭: 3.3k𐙚
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EAT TS WITH YOUR GRILLS STILL ON
Pairings: Onyankapon x black fem!reader
Notes: I wrote this listening to two songs on repeat😩: Church - Chase Atlantic slowed and Where You belong - The Weekend (Take a listen as you read.ᐟ)
Visuals: { 𐙚 } { 𐙚 }
Storming out of the sleek black car, you slammed the door behind yourself, ignoring the distant sound of another slamming harshly as your feet carried you forward.
You moved swiftly, heels producing a steady beat against the hardwood floor as you sauntered down the long hallway leading toward your shared bedroom.
The steady steps of your husband grew closer as you approached the master bedroom, black stiletto cladded fingers twisting the metal handle, pulse spiking as you stepped into the dimly lit room.
A sudden gasp left your throat, lips parting as a veined hand grasped the back of your neck, spinning you toward the source of your anger.
The cold bite of what you knew as a wedding band pressed against your neck, Umber eyes glaring down at you, fingers gliding from the base of your neck toward the front.
Tattooed fingers using the sides as leverage to tilt your view up toward him.
Onyankapon’s lazy eyes assessed your features, brows furrowed as he spoke.
“Use your words baby, did I upset you?”
You averted your gaze, breath hitching as he leaned his face closer to yours, enunciating his question with a slight tilt of his head, pointer and thumb releasing its grasp along your throat, instead working to tilt your head closer toward his.
You watched, waiting, chest rising rapidly — each breath edged with unfathomable irritation — as his eyes flickered between yours, searching, questioning, what the fuck he’d done to upset you.
“Hm?” He hummed, pink tongue dragging against his bottom lip, granting you a glimpse of the diamond laced grills on the top row of his teeth as he backed you up toward the edge of the bed.
Your knees buckled at the feeling of the soft mattress behind you, body bouncing slightly as you fell.
A tattooed thumb ran across your lip, smearing the butter gloss you’d applied — mere moments before — as his thumb pushed slightly against them, lips parting at the intrusion.
A slight tilt of his head finalized his previous question.
“Open that pretty little mouth, baby, tell me… How can I make you feel better?”
You swiveled your head to the side, rolling your eyes in aggravation as the recollection of his hand on the gorgeous woman’s waist danced through your head once more.
The way he clasped the woman’s slim hand, seeming to forget that those freshly manicured fingers had been deep inside you mere moments before. His middle finger — etched with the mesmerizing swirl of your first name, tattooed in fine, cursive letters — swirling around your hard clit as your pussy clenched desperately, around the baby pink vibrator pulsing inside you.
The way that gorgeous woman batted her perfectly curled lashes at him. Green, doe eyes, much different from your siren-like ones, seeming to encapsulate him; Her long, tan legs, leading up to her ass — perky, tame, just enough — dramatized by the pop of her hips as she spoke meekly to Ony.
“You know what the fuck you did nigga, stop playin’,” You scoffed.
You were fucking steaming, chest rising rapidly as you clenched your jaw in a futile attempt to halt the disrespectful words threatening to spill from your glossed lips.
You knew you’d fucked up by the way his left eye seemed to twitch, a slow smile pulling across his face as he chuckled lightly.
The emerald cut, baguette diamonds sitting pretty atop his teeth glimmered sexily against the darkness, seeming to illuminate his mouth, though no light was present.
As much as you’d reasoned with yourself while you sat stiffly in the black Maybach seats of his car — or at least tried to — you couldn’t think of any other reason as to why he’d been smiling so damn hard, or why you yourself were so fucking mad.
You were far from insecure, and Onyankapon, he was far from disrespectful, never leading you to second guess the way he felt about you, not once since you’d met, but something was itching in the depths of your mind today to fuck a bitch up, and if it wasn’t gonna be her…then it’d be him.
Onyankapon didn’t take to disrespect lightly, he expected what was given, and gave more than expected. He knew you were mad, but every attempt he’d taken in comforting you, or trying to work out what was wrong, you’d shut that shit down as quick as it came, instead leaving clues behind for him to pick up.
He didn’t play that shit.
You were his woman, and everything a man wished for in a woman. You were the woman, and in no way whatsoever would he have his woman wallowing in a pool of restless anxiety for as long as he was your man.
He could give zero fucks about what anybody else thought.
So you watched, eyes low, as he rose up from his position above yours on your shared bed, his broad stature consuming your view as he tilted his head, taking his sweet-ass fucking time to unbutton the cuffs of his black dress shirt.
You huffed, tutting as you lifted from your lying position atop the cotton sheets, attempting to raise up from the bed before being stopped short by the rough reminder of his presence.
“Sit.”
Your eyes flickered up quickly, lips parting to cuss him out — snapping them shut at the harsh glare in his eyes.
Fuck.
“How many times did I ask if you were okay, (y/n) hmm?”
You swallowed.
“How many times did I ask you…if I did something wrong?” His hands reached up toward his collar, fingers working to undo each button, slowly, tauntingly… too fucking calm.
You glanced to your left. The steady flame of irritation spreading inside you seemed to grow larger, hotter, at the fact that he was irritated with you for being mad.
Who the fuck was he feeling like?
Sizzling silence drowned the room as Onyankapon stared down at you, noting the way your titties sat, perky, pretty, in your black dress, the cotton seeming to accentuate the softness of your curves as you peered up at him, gorgeous brown eyes peeking from beneath a wispy set he’d dropped 350 for the day before.
“What happened to allat’ fucking attitude, mama?” He was toying with you, smile growing dark at your silence.
“Lemme know wassup’. Tell me. Say dat shit wit’ ya chest.”
He watched, aggravated, a slight mug resting against his face as he slipped his shirt off his shoulders, displaying the slutty tattoos hidden beneath.
Tension curled from the Greek pillars surrounding their room, slithering down the walls as you both stared unblinking at each other.
Seething.
Each begging for the other to make a move, to slip.
Your lips parted — wrong.
With only the quickness that Ony himself possessed, his hands gripped your cheeks, puckering your lips as he stared down at you, brows furrowed as he spoke.
“Stop allat’ disrespect shit, (y/n). You a’ big girl, right?”
“You not gone tell me ma? Hmm?” A slight tilt of his head.
Your thighs pressed together, core tightening at the low rasp of his voice. He nodded, a firm, self-affirming nod.
“Show me.”
That’s all you needed.
Onyankapon released his grasp upon your face, sniffling, palm planting two firm taps against your cheek before stretching his arms up to grasp the pillar above your shared bed as your hands reached out.
You gave no warning.
Silence.
Tension snaked closer.
Your stiletto nails scratched down his abdomen, creating shallow indentations in its path as you worked the Matte Gucci belt buckled around his waist.
Ony watched, sinking his teeth into the plush of his lips as he glared at the soft flutter of your wispy lashes, entrapped by your siren-like beauty.
His head tipped, mind whirling at the tickle of your nails slithering beneath the border of the only thing separating him from your view.
His eyes fluttered shut, abs caving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought to control his mind, his heart, from spiraling with every flick of your slick tongue against his mushroom tip—with every swirl of your grip against his dick, every bob of your head.
His eyes rolled, a firm palm planted against the back of your skull as he nudged you further.
“Come onn baby, show me.” Heavy pants slipped his lips, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay lucid. To keep hold of his sanity.
“Yeahhh, show me dat shit, baby.” A firm bite to his plump, two toned lips finalized his statement, eyes glossed, brows furrowed as he stared down at your bobbing head.
"So fuckin greedy, mama, fuck!"
You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, why the fuck did you think he was boutta hand that over to just anyone? To anyone but you?
You reached your arms up, forcing Ony’s palms away from your cheek as he attempted to push you away, pleasure coiling from the tips of his ears to the soles of his feet as he moaned.
You were sucking the soul out of him, sinking the points of your stilettos into his mind without any intention of letting up.
You were speaking to him in a way only you could—engraving every word within the depths of his heart — with your mouth fucking full.
You popped your head off, hand swirling along the soft curve of his dick as you stared up, anger swimming throughout the depths of your pretty brown eyes.
He watched, taking note of the way your lip gloss seemed to blend within the liquid of your spit, chest sticky, chin dripping with a mix of both his and your essence.
“Give it to me, baby. Please, I want it…let me have it,” you whined.
Onyankapon’s body shuddered, your words cracking every ounce of stability he seemed to have lingering as he came.
“Fuckk baby, I feel you, I fucking hear you.” The bass of his voice seemed to crack, shifting between breathy, needy whimpers, and deep, soul-ridden grunts as he pumped his hips in your hands, aching, listening.
His head swam as he watched you rise to your knees, finger trailing up your chest, leaving a trail of his cum in its wake as you slipped your index and middle finger into your mouth, eyes closing, a greedy moan vibrating from the depths of you as you savored the essence of him.
Rough palms reached out, grasping onto the chub of your neck as he crashed his head down, lips racing against yours with unspoken passion as he flattened his frame along yours.
Your thighs circled his slim waist, hands following as they smoothed up his chest, one palm laying against his upper back, the other running along the back of his head — flattening along the sea of waves rippling across his scalp as you moaned.
The lavish, soft cotton of your black dress rode up as his coarse palms ran up your thigh, squeezing, grazing, clutching as your lips flowed feverishly, never once breaking its harmonized movements as he moved your bodies toward the head of the bed.
Your head tilted, head slouching to the side as your lover trailed kisses down the creamy silk of your collar, each peck sizzling against your skin, tattooing a phrase in its wake.
I love you.
I need you.
Fuck me.
Your eyes rolled as Onyankapon’s lips sketched its way down your chest, fists moving to push the delicate sleeves down your shoulders.
Brown eyes followed, heart stuttering as he shoved the fabric down, freeing the weight of your breasts, fabric pooling around your waist. You watched, noting the way his throat bobbed as he gawked longingly, breath catching as he used the mere moment of sanity to take in your beauty. You were perfect. His.
Puffy, swollen lips parted, releasing a needy whimper as his hands trailed its way up plump thighs, the vanilla oil you’d used just mere hours before steaming off of you with the pour of heat radiating from your skin.
The scent was intoxicating, your skin impossibly warm.
You choked, eyes fluttering as his middle finger pressed softly against the lace atop your clit, the fabric seeming to sink between the fat of your wet folds as he applied slight pressure.
“Come on mama, this what you wanted?” His tongue ran along his lips. “Open dat’ pretty ass mouth and lemme know, baby.”
You gasped, waist whining against the flesh of his fingers as your head drooped back, unleashing the whirlwind of feelings you’d held confined; each emotion voiced itself in its own unique moan as Onyankapon’s fingers yielded to the slickness of his tongue and mouth.
"Jus' like dat' pretty, talk to me."
“Ughnn shittt.” Your body melted, each thought of doubt, worry, insecurity pooling out along your cheeks as he hollowed his lips, sucking the hard nub of your puffy clit into his mouth.
“Yeah baby, I hear you, im listenin’ baby. You know dis’.” Your eyes crossed, toes curling within the arch of your Giuseppeas, as your palm slapped repeatedly on the plush of the bed beside you.
“Im cumminnn’ baby, f-fuckkk…yesss!” The hoarseness of your pretty, sultry voice seemed to egg him on, low eyes peeking up beneath long, black lashes as he watched endless bliss rip through you, knowing that he was the sole purpose for your ache-filled tears.
He popped his mouth from the depths of you, diamonds glittering as he bit his lips, the tension in the room replaced with the creamy squelching of your pussy, lips seeming to swallow him as he fucked you.
“There we goo, mama, let it go, let it all go,” His voice grew soft, words spilling in the form of a whisper as his breath grew heavy.
“I love you baby, I’m yours, let go for me, baby. Give it to me.” He said breathlessly.
Your body grew tense, mouth opening in a silent sob as your legs closed in on his hand.
“Breatheee for me baby, breathe, just breathe, feel it.” Your throat stung, fingers clutching onto his forearm as he pumped, shattering you from the inside out.
You let loose, moaning, groaning, sobbing, as your body sang, saturating the room with a song so carnal it’d ring throughout the house for seasons to come.
“Feel that shit baby, I love you (y/n), I’m yours baby, yours, you hear me?” Your eyes crossed.
One could only define Ony as selfish, gluttonous for his pussy as his tongue engraved his name within the depths of you, the way he ate you, chin streamed with your raw essence as he ravaged your pussy.
He was smacking, flicking, sucking — ruthlessly forcing you to your limits.
His hands clutched your thighs, body moving as he kissed his way back up to your tear stricken face. His lips trailed along your neck, whispering, sealing his words as he drew you from the whirlwind of pleasure you’d experienced sheer moments before.
You sobbed, mind teetering as he reined you back into his world, back to the moment you were sharing.
Your eyes laid heavy, palms drifting along your body as you grasped the meat of your thighs, pulling them up and back without order.
Your breasts shook as he tugged you further downward, trousers long gone as he pressed his weight along your thighs, nudging them further back to settle beside your head as the heavy weight of his dick laid between them.
His dick was thick — fat with arousal — the weight of it substantial between you.
Smooth Walnut skin fused within Cinnamon as his tip leaked, dripping along the folds of your pussy.
Ony moved his left hand, angling himself as he pressed inside you, slowly. He needed you to feel him, every fucking inch of him.
His eyes closed briefly, throat bobbing in an attempt to ground himself as dove into you.
His hips flowed, whining lazily as he forced himself to the hilt, left hand drifting up to wrap around your throat as his head tipped backwards.
“J-jesus fuck.”
Your brows furrowed, watching, as the lowly trimmed hairs along his pelvis grazed against you. Your pussy clamped around him, feeling every vein, every pulse, as your bodies tied.
His hips snapped up, dropping in steady motion as he pushed your thighs into the plush of the mattress, using you, giving you everything he had to offer. Baptising himself within the depths of you.
“Ohhh my g-g-,” your breath stalled, barring the words in its tracks as your body reigned numb.
Onyankapon’s hips plunged, torso clamping as he whimpered, waist pushing passionately as a bead of sweat raced between the curve of his abs and onto the pudgy flesh of your tummy. He sank himself, forehead pressing into yours as he clasped the back of your neck, folding you, forcing you to watch as he surrendered himself within the extents of you, engulfed himself within the bounds of your mind.
Your arms moved up, grasping onto the back of his skull as you gawked up at him, eyes never drifting, body humming as he drove into you. You peeked down, watching as cream glazed the fat of his dick, building along his pelvis with each breathtaking stroke.
“Ba-byyy, so fuckin',” you cried, deep and gluttonous, “d-eep baby, oohhh.” Your nails scratched along his hips, fingers grasping the fat of his ass as you creamed.
“I love youuu, shitt,” you were hysterical, mouth slacking open, drool staining your chin.
He was driving you fucking mad.
Onyankapon’s brows furrowed, repetitive whimpers painting the air as he chased his orgasm, pounding, ignoring the burn of his thighs as the fat of your ass ricocheted off his hips.
Smack!
The sting from his palms flattening against the swell of your thighs was all you needed as your body convulsed.
“Ughnn, Oh my-fuckkkk”. Your eyes rolled, barely registering your body’s doing as a stream of arousal sprayed across Ony’s chest. Your pussy clamped, sucking, feeding upon the meat of his dick as he drove himself impossibly deeper.
You could feel him, throat clogging as your stomach burned; he was so fucking deep. Too fucking deep.
So deep within the depths of you, you couldn’t identify where you ended, and he began.
You couldn’t stop fucking cumming. What the fuck?
“Give it to me baby, fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” Your gasp planted heavily against his lips.
Onyankapon’s body grew tense as he dragged himself upright, sweat dripping along the curve of his nose as he gripped your hips.
“Mmm, you feel me, baby? This’ my fucking pussy, (y/fn). All. Fucking. Mine.” With a harsh snap of his hips, he punctuated each word.
“Yeahh look at me baby, you so fucking pretty.” His statement faltered, head slipping back as he burrowed himself into you, grinding, babbling, hips sputtering as he came.
“I’m nuttin' all in this pussy baby, fuckkk.” His eyes rolled, hips still rolling as he came with such intensity he thought he’d be sucked up by fucking darkness itself.
Heavy, rampant pants filled the now quiet room as he looked down at his lady, his woman, his love.
His form sank as he helped you move your legs toward the bed, caressing the fat as your lips connected in a slow, sensual kiss.
“I love you ma, this love ain’t come easy, I need you to talk to me, baby.” His fingers nuzzled the sweaty arch of your cheeks as you peered up at him.
“Let me know when I’ve upset you. Talk to me, don’t hold that shit in baby. Next time you feel like I’m oversteppin’, lemme know. I'm never gonna just rule off ya feelings, baby. Let me know.” His voice lagged, gaze flitting between your view as you nodded—Dazed.
“Aight, come on, lemme run ya pretty ass a bath.” His head lowered, a sultry smile tearing from his lips as he pecked your lips once more.
-𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒆౨ৎ
Tags: @ilovefanfictionsm @brownied0ll @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @hxlcster @prettypink-princesss @wettbaby @playgurlxoxo
Note: long awaited!! This was not supposed to take that long but life got me caught allll the way uppppp. I promise I'll be way more consistent now that I'm finally healed of my devious case of writers block.
P.S. My requests are open! I need ideas 💕
love this
warm bodies. onyankopon.
𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 10.5K word count. post apocalyptic au! zombie au! original!blackcharacter, southern!onyankopon, dominant!onyankopon, gruff! onyankopon, sweet!onyankopon, size kink, black woman, vaginal penetration, lil bit of sweet talkin’, aggressive talk, creaming, oral [f], choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, sensual sex, condomless sex, missionary, sensual doggy style, kissing, spanking, violence between two characters, violence in general, gore, minors aren’t welcome!
━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ idk? i just wanted to do something different. i think i liked it? i also kept humming sucker for pain for some reason. let’s hope y’all do too. oh! for reference, pronunciation of name in this fic is sah—faye—yah. aight, teehee. bye.
visual. visual. visual.
FUCK. THAT’S ALL SHE COULD THINK AS HER FINGERS CLASPED THE GRIP OF HER PISTOL, continuously tapping at the magazine in hoping that it’d work again. She digs her boot deeper into the dirt of the ground, flicking her index on the trigger three more times—nothing.
“Fuck,” she actually sneers out loud, tossing the weapon against the ground, entirely frustrated after standing there for almost thirty minutes. She didn’t have time to be in one place—she had to move.
Traveling through the wastelands of the French Quarter almost felt like a reward at this moment. She’d been moving for ten days—two-hundred and sixty hours to be exact—but she never expected it to be that simple walking on foot back into her home of New Orleans. Her arms ached from continuously pulling herself over fences, her legs throbbed from squatting down from the sight of others—whether that was guards of the Embassy, other Rouges, or even worse—Hollows.
Empty, a missing soul, no pulse. The mutilation of their skin appeared a dull grey, deepening with every step, every snarl of their jaw, every bite of their teeth. Their limbs dragged through the city, groaning as they searched for their next victim—she just hoped it would never be her.
But there was something she might’ve had in common with them—her fingers were sticky, able to get her palms on anything she needed—desired—food, money, weapons—it nearly made her smile at the sight of confused expressions when their items went missing, and she was already onto her next part of the city.
But this time around—she might’ve made the wrong decision.
RYAN SAID THAT STACK WOULD DO SMOKE'S HAIR AND PICK OUT HIS OUTFITS- IM SO SADDDDD 😭😭😭
like smoke protected them but stack took care of them MY SHAYLASSSSSS
NAH WTF IS WRONG WITH WHITE SINNERS FANS
Imma only be reading Sinner fanfics from black people, cos I just saw a remmick fanfic where it's an x reader, but the reader is the daughter of a plantation owner. WTF. This is the straw that broke the camel's back. Between ignoring the black characters of sinners, centring the white ones, unironically making stereotypes of the black characters and misunderstanding the movie entirely, I've just seen so much trifling behaviour from non black sinners fans. This goes without saying, this is obviously not all white white people or non black people.
fuck wrong with white folks, they didn’t even like yall asses in the movie!
I love you nerdy black reader I love you ghetto black reader I love you country girl black reader I love you city girl black reader I love you virgin black reader I love you ho black reader I love you weed smoking black reader I love you straight edge black reader I love you black reader and you’re perfect regardless 🫶🏾
Toji x black fem reader
a/n: helping toji take a load off… literally ;P 18+
The atmosphere was calm— lights dimmed just enough for you to see, the sweet aroma of your candle burning, and the sound of rain hitting the trees from the nearby open window. You leaned back against your headboard, pillows supporting your back as your man laid down with his back to your chest. The thick blunt left his pillow lips as grey smoke surrounded you.
“Squeeze a lil’ baby.” He commands, shifting slightly.
You tighten the grip around his thick cock turning your wrist counterclockwise, focusing on his tip, while your other hand massaged his balls. Dribbles of precum coat your hand as a thank you. Toji groans as he took another drag from his smoke.
“Like that baby. S-shiiit”
He took another hit of his blunt to hide his moans but you already heard it. His toes start to curl in his socks as he feel himself getting closer to cumming. The hand that was massaging his balls is now stroking his dick clockwise.
“Uugn fuck baby- I’m so fuckin’ close.”
His hips humped your palms meeting the steady rhythm of your stroking. The blunt is long gone as he used his hands to grab the comforter to try and ground himself. He’s almost there he just needs a push. Without missing a beat, your lips kissed and sucked behind his ear, he’s so sensitive there.
“Give it to me daddy, cum for me. I need it so bad.” You purr in between kisses.
“F-fffuuuuucccccckkkkk!” Long groans and curses left his mouth as ropes of his hot cum shoot out, coating your hands and his lower stomach. You continued to milk his orgasm causing his body to jerk as he was starting to get overstimulated.
“Sssss baby- mmmh!”
You stroked faster with the help of his cum acting as a natural lubricant. He groaned loudly in his native language as his palms turned white from the grasp he had on the bed.
“M’cummin’… Fuck- fuck m’cummin’!” Clear-ish liquid dribbled out of his tip before one, two, three shots of his cum decorate your hands once again. You allowed him to catch his breath as you kissed along his sweaty face.
“You did so good baby. M’ proud of you.”
Your hands abandoned his dick as you licked your fingers. Before you could fully swallow his nut, he brought your face to his for a sloppy kiss— wanting to taste himself. You pulled away giggling.
“You’re so nasty!”
“And you love it.”
Fireworks decorated the night sky as distant popping and sizzling could be heard from the open window
“Happy New Year!”
“Yeah, yeah.” he grumbled retrieving the blunt from the nearby ashtray.
my gosh, love this.
I love it when men moan like whores.