in which onyankopon is your side nigga, but he desperately wants to be your main.
he told himself he wasn’t gonna get attached, but he did, accidentally. it’s just the way you spoke, your attitude, the way your hips moved as you walked like you were the baddest bitch ever. you were fucking mesmerizing and you knew it.
you paid him no attention, you just used him for some occasionally head and shopping. you had more and better niggas on your roster, ony wasn’t one of them. but you know he was desperate for you, so you used it against him. he tries to act so nonchalant and not about your bullshit but he folds anytime you mention something about him being able to fuck you.
it was 2am, freezing cold. ony texted your phone. DING! DING!
im os, hurry up it’s freezing.
two mins nd im leaving bruh, i look like im creepin lookin thirsty asf
you were just done facetiming your main, then rolled your eyes once you opened the messages.
k im comin
you opened the door for him with the most unamused face. “hey.” he said, staring at you. “hey,” you sighed. “i came all this way to see you and you just have a fucking bored face.” his brows furrowed his voice more stern. “do i bore you y/n?” he asked, sounding somewhat defeated. “no—” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “ony, why are you acting like this?” you questioned.
“cause i know you talkin’ to all these lame niggas, y/n. why am i even here in the first place? just to know im in—” he thought what?—third place?!” he finalized. “it’s not fair.” he slightly pouted. “why won’t you just.. treat me like how i treat you. or..” he came inside slowly, getting closer to you who was standing in the doorway. “treat me like im him, just for tonight.” his hands on your waist gently, kissing on your jaw.
every thrust felt like ony was making straight love to you. “ony— fuck! hah..” you moaned, his thick hand gripped your cheeks, moving it so you can face yourself in the mirror. “yeah? see yourself? fuckin’ this pussy so good while you give it away to those fucking lames.” you couldn’t speak, your stomach churned with how deep he was. every few thrust they got deeper and hard, making you whine and groan. he ducked his head down, his lips by your ear. “you look so perfect, my princess.” he whispered.
“so beautiful when it’s just me fucking allat attitude out of you. you need a real nigga,” he kissed your ear, making your pussy flutter for a moment. “a. real. fucking. one.” he slapped your cheek harshly before gripping it again, you started to drool down his hand. “aint that right, princess?” he stared at you, looking all pathetic and slutty. “hah.. ha.” your words muffled, your mind melting with pleasure.
he for sure was gonna get ranked up.
a/n: do yall get the reference. issa teezo touchdown song ts has been stuck in my head for two weeks straight, got more ony fics in the making this is a lil sum.. pls request some jjba im itching to write I just dk what to write
request are open, HOWEVER, you may NOT request the following:
scat, piss, knife play, race play, age play, any nsfw request w a minor character, pedophilia, rape, everything in that nature!! i will decline and/or not write if i do feel uncomfortable with your request.
fandoms i will do
jjk, aot, dc comics, jjba (fav), more if i think
JUJUTSU KAISEN 🪽
choso: clingy | back of spencers | burnt eggs
nanami: pampering |
toji: anniversary |
ATTACK ON TITAN 🪽
ony (my love): any time, any place | creepin’ lookin’ thirsty |
its been a min! so like ive been busy with school and life, was very su1cidal last month yall, but im here now. the question is will i be making more fics? yes and no. yes because i still wanna write i have some unfinished drafts, no because im not gonna be overly active as i want to be because im still busy asf and the world needs me (headass). anyway, love yall and hope we will meet again. never left yall doe 🥹
yo where did da time gooooo should I finish these yes or no quickly !!!
sorry for the late kinktober posts, dealing w some things, will post it tomorrow and go back to regular programming 🩵
** edit: sooo.. I’m insanely busy and kinda of depressed atm so I won’t be able to post on date I’m so sorry, I can’t guarantee you guys a date but they wil l be posted, I love you I’m sorry to disappoint.
can i request clingy choso he’s been on my mind for awhile now 🥹
yes u cannn !
choso doesn’t know what personal space is
choso never wants to let you go. any task you do, he will be there just to cling onto you like a koala does a tree. he had no reason to be in your personal space, he just wanted to be there. choso said that he will “literally die if im not around you”, sure.
you picked up the sponge, adding a bit of water onto it as you picked up a dirty dish to clean. choso had his arms wrapped around you, his face in the crook of his neck. his purpose of being there, pointless. he didn’t help with dishes, he didn’t even say anything. he just held you close because that’s all he needed.
he craves your warmth every minute, every second, every millisecond. even during the latest of nights, sometimes he would literally tweak.
choso woke up in a cold sweat, looking around for you. you were on your side, snoring quietly. “why’d you move?” he’d whine, as if you could hear him in your deep rem sleep. he swiftly cuddled you again, his hands firm on your body so he knows you wouldn’t turn away.
even during sex, choso would cling onto you. he’s too scared you’ll go away, when all he wants is you!
“f-fuck.. c-choso.. mngh!” you let out struggled moans, you gripped the sheets, your face implemented in the pillows. choso had his chest on your back, his forehead in the crook of your neck. his arms wrapped closed around your midsection, his thrust sloppy and uncoordinated. “d-do you love me?” he randomly blabbered. “don’t want.. y-you to— ah! — ever go away, come closer..! please!” he whined, knowing you were too lost in pleasure to care about what he was rambling about. he wanted to cum deep inside you, because he hates to pull out. that will mean he can’t be closer to you!
if he could’ve, he would live inside of your skin, daily.
your routine consisted of, work, heading home nanami, finishing paperwork, pampering nanami, sleep. everyday was longer than the last but it was your life. humble, peaceful and simple.
you were in the part of your routine where you are pampering nanami. he does a lot for you, and he never has had a vacation once. you were gently massaging his tender shoulders, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of your fingers on his body. “did you want me to make you some tea?” your voice was soft and sweet, nanami always gotten a fuzzy feeling whenever you spoke to him.
“it’s alright, dear. i can make some tea myself.” he shook his head slightly. “well, i’m taking care of you, ain’t i? you need a break, you don’t need to move a muscle, a finger, anything.” you peppered a kiss on his warm cheek. “let me take care of you.” you whispered.
you were in the kitchen, setting up water in the kettle. nanami was in the tub, the bubbles at his chest. this was relaxation, this was his vacation. soon after, you came inside the bathroom. “the kettle is warming up.” you told. nanami stared at you, a small smile on his lips. “join me.” he offered.
who were you to say no?
namami had kissed on your neck, his hands swishing underneath the water as he squished your soft skin. the water creating a bubbly curve over your breast infatuated him. he made sure your hair was nicely tucked inside the shower cap. he made sure the water wasn’t too cold when you came inside, after all this was your time too.
“you’re so gorgeous.” he muttered, his lips latching onto your neck to your wet collarbone. “i don’t deserve you.” he murmured. “oh hush,” you had a smile. “i am serious, honey.” he lifted up your hand, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. he kissed your wet and somewhat soapy hand. “such a beauty.” he continued to praise. “i love you.” nanami kissed your temple sweetly. “i love you too.” you replied.
living life was hard, but the little things made everyday worth it.
ony can take you at any time and any place. ( x black fem reader )
onyankopon doesn’t care what the setting is, he’s all over you.
dinner party with friends, meet him at the bathroom. “s’fucking loud, ma.” he smirked. your back pressed against the large mirror in the bathroom. your moans muffled with your panties in your mouth. your dress scrunched and wrinkled all the way up above your stomach. ony’s thick fingers penetrating you with no mercy. your fingers gripped the marble sink. you slick leaking below you. “cum one more time f’me, youn wanna get caught right?” he tilted his head, his thumb circling around your drooling clit. “caaannttt..” your words muffled and slurred. your brain was foggy and voice strained.
“yeah you can, girl. betta hope you have enough energy ‘cause on the way home, when we get home— fuck, you should’ve never worn this dress.” ony bit his lip, slightly grinding himself against your leg. you were sore, tired, used and weak the next morning.
car ride? don’t even worry. “fuuuck, mmhm, just like that.” onyankopon had pulled over in the middle of nowhere because you wanted to be a tease.
“chill, m’driving baby, i needa focus on the road.” his big hand was on the steering wheel. he was leaned back in the seat, his legs spread widely. “i ain’t even doing nothing to you,” you playfully rolled your eyes, “can’t admire my man?” your hands on his thighs, moving to palm him through his sweats. “you wanna admire the car crash if you keep playin’?” he sucked his teeth. you didn’t stop, “i’m not being distracting.” you were about to slide your hand in his pants before you heard his deep voice. “a’ight, you playin. i’m pulling over.” your eyes widened as if u didn’t ask for this, ony glanced at you while continuing to drive. “mmtch, fuck you shocked for?” ony shook his head. “we have a long distance, what’chu you stopping for?” you pouted. “ion care, cmon.” he pulled over the car in the middle of an empty road.
“empty road? ony—” “get out the car.”
slurp, slurp, slurp. “shit—” ony cursed, his hand on your cheek as he thrusts his cock deeply down your throat, watching your eyes flutter close. the way you had to breathe through your nose so harshly because his cock was filling up your mouth so good. your moans sending vibrations down his spine. “yeah, fuck, that’s what you wanted? fuck you in that slutty throat, huh?”
basically anywhere, onyankopon would take anything you offer. audience is welcomed too.
in which, toji loves his wife soooo much, like soooooo freaking much. ( x black fem reader ) soft!toji
it was hard for toji to convey his feelings. it was too foreign to him, but for you he was willing to try it at least. he doesn’t throw around the word, ‘i love you’. it has true meaning to him, and he only had said it to you, because that’s what he meant. his heart is cold because that’s how he had to survive. nobody wanted him, he felt like he didn’t belong. he never introduced you to his family and never will. you know the reason why.
he didn’t think about marriage before. until he met you that is. he wanted to settle down, build a life and family with you. he went out to buy the prettiest ring ever, just for you. you didn’t ask for much, just for his love and support. you were simple when it came to your relationship because you knew what he went through. you were his safe space, his only space to be him. even if that meant being annoying as shit or too clingy, you were ready to take all of it. he had baggage that he wasn’t ready to unpack, but he’s sure you’ll help him along the road.
it was probably six o’clock in the morning, maybe even earlier. you woke up with kisses all over your face. big hands all over your body, squishing your skin. “wake up.” you heard a rough voice speak. “mm..” you hummed, turning on your side. you clutched onto the blankets, cheeks deep in the pillow. “wake up. dya’know what day it is woman? no time for sleep.” your brows furrowed at his words as you groaned.
“go away..” you murmured. your voice raspy and low. “ya want me t’a drag you out this bed?” he kissed your ear. “need’ya to wake up, it’sa special day.” your eyes fluttered, opened. your eyes burned from the instant sunlight directly hitting your face. “ow.” you grumbled. “sorry, the suns in ya face.” toji moves your face a little, just enough to get your face out the sun. “what’s today?” you asked in an annoyed tone. “our anniversary.” you can feel his signature smirk on your neck. he licked your neck, already leaving small hickeys. “it’s our anniversary today, baby. i needa show you how much i love you.” he whispered sweetly.
“but.. im tryna sleep, toji.” you protested. “whatever, sleep is for weak, did’ja know that?” his arms wrapped around your waist, he felt so warm and secure. something he wasn’t able to feel in a very long. you were his only family, his only friend, his wife, his family, his everything. he was a shit head but never to you. if he lost you, he lost himself. he didn’t care if you wanted to spend the anniversary together by sleeping in or going out to eat the finest dinner ever. he just wanted you all to himself.
“shut the hell up.” you groaned. he only smirked, “what d’ya do? we can spend the mornin’ together, making breakfast.. lettin’ me eat you out..” he bit his bottom lip. “anything you want pretty.” he murmured. “kiss.” you demanded. toji obliged, kissing your neck, to your cheek, to your lips. “ya so warm, doll.” he had a hand on your womb, pulling you close. you didn’t say much, just enjoying the moment of your lips intertwined with his. your tongues swirled around each other, he was getting handsy and a bit needy for more friction.
he parted lips for a moment, his face in your neck as he inhales your scent. “happy anniversary.” his voice was low but soft and tender. “i love you.” that part was quiet, and it wasn’t like he expected you to say anything back because he was too embarrassed to say that too loud. “huh, what’dya say?” you were confused, but not really. you just wanted him to say it out loud. “nothing— nothing ya need to know anyway.” he dismissed. he pulled back, turning you to lay flat on your back.
“y’er face is so gorgeous, i could stare at you all day, ya’know? i could touch it, kiss it.. cum on it—” “you are the biggest perv, ‘ji.” you let out a snort. his hands on your nightgown, pushing it up. “y’don’t wear panties to bed, no more?” toji questioned. “i do, i was— i needed t’a get more comfortable in bed, it’s easier f’me to sleep.” you pouted. “cute.” he smirked.
toji usually fucks you depending on his mood, but during moments like this, he wants to see you. he wants to make genuine love to you, not just have sex. he wants to see the way your face contort in pleasure, the way you moaned his name, the tears of pleasure down your eyes, he loves to see you.
toji was staring dead at you with crinkled brows. “to-toji.. mmmhh..” your head was back against the pillow. you put your hand on his cheek. “louder, that’s it baby, moan louder doll, ya’sound so fuckin’ sexy.” he encouraged, his hips snapping in a steady yet harsh pattern. his hands moved to throw your legs over his shoulder. he loved the way the back of your thighs hit his exposed abdomen. the gentle slaps turned him on, overly. “fuuuckkk.” he groaned, squishing your thighs as his thrust hardened.
your wet pussy squelched around his cock, making your clit jump. “i love you,” he blurted out. “i love you so much, woman, fuckin’ hear me??” he growled, he wasn’t able to contain himself. you couldn’t stop moaning, you didn’t answer because you were on cloud nine. the bed creaked after every thrust. toji’s licked his lips, seeing your tits deliciously bounced, your face so flushed and drawn out. “say it, baby, i need you to say it.” he panted.
“l..love you— ngh.. fuck, oh shit! rig-right there!” your hand on his cheek glided to his chest to his stomach, trying to push him away. the pleasure was too much, too overwhelming to take. “nah— c’mon be a good girl, doll. i know you can t-take.. shit- i know you can take it, you’ve done it before.” toji pushed your hand away, fucking you harder if possible. “i can’t!” you whined, “shh.. shh.” toji ducked his head to kiss your lips. “you’re so perfect, my perfect.. s-slutty wife.” he murmured against your lips, “wanna cum together? hm?” your eyes filled with tears of pleasure, “mhm..” you mewled, trying to kiss him deeper. the way your bodies synchronized was impeccable, his thrust were less intense and more caring. he felt you scrunch his hair, but he didn’t care. his cock twitched inside you, it felt heavenly. the euphoric feeling of your pussy clenching around his thick length. toji let out a guttural groan, continuing to kiss your plump lips. he pumped a few more times into your heat before pulling out. “oh fuck, fuck fuck.” he cursed, pulling away as he stroked his cock. his cum spurted on your pussy, decorating your cunt so sloppily. toji had a bead of sweat down his forehead, “shit, y’er so pretty, so goddamn.. ugh, fuck..” he panted. “come baby,” he cooed, kissing you more.
I remember you wrote about choso working at spencers maybe you could write something about that? 🥹
this is crazy because i wrote it and it got like 50 notes and i just deleted my account right after, but i will remake it!! this is quite short mb
BACK OF SPENCERS
in which, your boyfriend, choso, works at spencers and you wanted him to take you to the back. ( x black fem reader )
you went to choso’s job to drop off some food. he forgot to pack his lunch again so you packed some lunch for it, even added a cute pink post it on it! “thank you, baby.” choso kissed your lips, a small smile on his face. you could see his cheeks slightly flushed from your thoughtful gesture. “it’s okay, i didn’t want you to spend money and buy more food, and i could make you something.” you had a innocent smile on your adorable face. “do you wanna go into the back? im not doing much today, just wanna see you.” you told him, but you definitely had other plans. “huh? oh, sure.” he nodded.
“just for a little, we won’t get caught” you said. “won’t you get a discount, you work here?!” you added. “i will pay for it when we are done, it’s fine.” you even looked up to spot any cameras, none.
“you have to be quiet.” choso firmly warned. the soft humming of the vibrator. “i-i can’t..” your stomach flexed, one hand gripping onto the shelf while the other gripped onto choso’s hair. “yes you can, baby. please? just for me? i want you to be good.” you swear your vision went blurry. “hah… mhm..” your hips bucked up from the praise. “you want me to get up and quiet you? is that why you’re bein’ so loud?” he pouted. “i-im.. im sorry..” you half assessed apologized. choso usually loves when your loud. but that’s when he’s balls deep inside you and in the comfort of his or your house, maybe even the car— never at his job.
you let go of his hair and choso got off his knees, his hand still steadily pressing the vibrator over your abused clit. “choso..” you whimpered. “i know baby, i know..” he kissed your cheek. “please, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? so try and be quiet, i swear, i’ll reward you good.” choso kissed your lips, muffling your cute moans.
“cum, cum..” he murmured between your sweet lips. your body shook, a sharp spike of pleasure running through your spine. “st-stop—” your free hand grasping his shirt. he pulled the vibrator back, it was soaked in your juices. the humming continued but he could tell you were overstimulated. you probably came five times. “yeah, cum baby.” he cooed, his fingers rubbing your erect clit. “choso.. fuck, fuck!” you were way too loud, choso kissed you again. he put the vibrator in his free hand while using his other to slip two fingers inside easily. his fingers thrusted harshly, wanting you to chase your high. even during kisses, you were loud.
you coated his fingers with your cum, your legs trembling. “fuck, choso— oh my god..” you whimpered, “deeper, yes- deeper, oh my godduhh, chosoooo!” your words more exaggerated, slurred and incoherent. your mind was fog and blank. he kissed your neck, “shh.. shh.” his fingers went deeper, soothing you from your high.
“so should we get this vibrator? it’s pink and made you cum.” choso said, staring at the definitely used vibrato that he shouldn’t have opened. he glanced at the ripped open box, seeing a big red tape on it. “and it’s on sale too! 78.99!”
in which, you can’t make breakfast in peace, because choso loves you too much. ( x black female reader )
“m’so hungry..” you murmured, cracking open the carton of eggs. your bonnet was almost halfway down your head, your baby hair sticking out wildly. choso’s shirt was big enough on you, but it was comfortable. you put a hand up the shirt, itching your underboob. your eyes puffy as they got adjusted to the dim lights in the kitchen. you turned on the stove, placing a pan on top of the heat.
you opened the cabinet, taking some cooking oil and giving the pan a quick spray. you grabbed an egg, tapping it against the edge of the pan and cracking it. soft sizzling echoed in the kitchen.
you swear you were about to fall asleep until you felt a warm presence hug your body. “mornin’.” your voice raspy and dry. he didn’t speak yet, he just kissed your neck. “baby.” he murmured. “how was your night?” he asked, he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“fine.. jus’..” you rubbed your eyes, “tired.” your words slightly slurred. “mhm.” choso pressed him hips against your butt. “im cooking.. later-” choso let out a whine, “no,” he immediately protested. “i love you.” he kissed your neck once more. “i promise..” he murmured in your ear, “i’ll be gentle..” choso began to grind his hips into you, making you feel his hard on.
your fingers gripped onto the counter, your lips parted as mewls escaped your lips, “turn the heat down, the eggs will cook too fast.” choso warned, his hands moving to pull down your shorts swiftly. your hands slightly struggled to turn down the heat, your fingers curving the knob.
his hand moved to feel your heat, his fingers rubbing against your clit. “you’re wet?” he hummed. “i didn’t do much.” you let out pathetic whimpers, “baby..” your head tilted to the side as he continued to kiss and nip at your neck. “i’ll be quick.” he cooed, cupping your hips. “bend.” he warmly spoke.
you arched your back, your hands on the counter. you could still hear the sizzling of the egg, “i wan’tuh flip the eggs, cho’.” you pouted. “no you don’t.” he scrunched up the oversized shirt. he let out a moan as he caressed your plump cheeks. “you’re so gorgeous.” he murmured in your ear.
choso pulled down his boxers, just enough to whip his cock out. his hand on the low of your back, arching you further. another hand slowly pumping himself. choso grazed the tip against your wet slit. you put your head down, already clenching around nothing. “relax,” his voice soothing and distracted you (slightly) from his cock filling you.
“mhm..” choso had a tired moan escape his lips, right into your ear. “you wanna hold my hand?” he asked, his hands interlocking with yours placed on the counter.
his thrust were slowly and slightly sloppy. choso had his face in the crook of your neck. he let go of one hand, sliding it underneath the shirt, cupping your boob. “i love you.” he murmured. you were so tired, couldn’t think— but you were so turned on. his groggy and tired voice, his mindless moans. “i love.. you more.” you put your free hand on top of his head and began grasping his hair.
his hips thrusted up making you gasp. “r-right there..!” you turned your head ever so slightly, choso’s groans made you clench around his length. his lips pressed onto yours. “i love you so much.” he repeated between kisses. “love you..”
the eggs were burnt, you smelt it. you didn’t care when choso was balls deep inside you while whispering sweet nothings. your moans, choso’s kisses and sweet nibbles, the wet thrust that went slap, fap, slap, the crackling of the oil on the burnt eggs filled the empty kitchen.
the morning was slow and simple, just how it always was.
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