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My Love C.C
Warnings: ANGST!! toxic!cameron, use of the n-word, 2.4k words, manipulative!cameron, lovesick!reader, black reader, plus-size reader
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My Love Pt. 2 C.C
Warnings : crazybabydaddy!cameron, angst?, pinch of smut, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE‼️, karma, abuse of money/power (ending) , use of n-word, it’s a bit intense yall fr, blackfem!reader, plussize!reader, 3k words (got carried away), hope that’s it..
a/n : I truly think I entered flow state with this one y’all…
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GET OUT (2017) dir. Jordan Peele SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
created by the only 2 Black filmmakers to win Best Original Screenplay 👑👑
Running On E🪫
Synopsis: Staying may be easier, but it isn't always the answer. Pairings: Zilla Fatu x Black!Fem oc Disclaimer: this is a piece I published last year September, from my Wattpad story. I wanted to introduce some of my previous writing to you guys before actually committing to sharing my new pieces, advice and feedback are greatly appreciated💗! WARNINGS: mentions of depression, angst, infidelity, and strong language.
Listen while ya read🖤
Zilla and I have been together since we were basically kids, I've known this man since kindergarten so I knew him and everything about him to the T.
Or so I thought…
Lately, he’s has been very distant, claiming he was wrapped up in work and training—just lying to me in my face like I don’t know the ins and outs of his schedule. This was a non-normal kind of distance, something I never would've expected from my husband, and this was not only unusual to me but it was also suspicious.
"How did you get that way?"
Every time I look at him or even speak to him, (which I barely do anymore) he's either too caught up on some bullshit on his phone or he just seems very "mind quiet" in a way, which is normal but not when you can't even look nor speak to your wife.
Zilla was always affectionate and always displayed all 5 love languages with me. words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, physical touch, and the one I crave the most; quality time.
There was a familiar feeling that greeted me every time I failed at distracting my mind, My conscience had been eating me alive these past few weeks, I keep having dreams of infidelity, or another woman whose face I can't see, but her voice— I know all too well. something about all of this is familiar, it's gotten to the point where I can't eat or sleep. However Zilla has failed to notice, an indication that he doesn't care and it's obvious.
"How did it get this way?"
I decided to finally confront and face the problem, I didn't want to believe anything was going on with anyone else, but I just can't shake this; vile cruel, and familiar feeling.
I made my way to the bedroom of our beautiful shared home in hopes of seeing Zilla, but as suspected he wasn't there. I took a deep breath before making my way downstairs to the living room, and there he was sitting at his desk on that damn phone.
"Baby," I called out for him but was greeted with nothing but silence, I sighed in return I hated repeating myself, and not only that but I was right in front of this man. Am I really that invisible?
“Zay.” I called out a second time expecting a response, but was left feeling disappointed.
“Isayah.” I called out again tapping the back of my hand gently against his chest, but this time with bass in my voice that showed that I wasn’t fucking around.
"What do you need to talk to me about y/n? And Stop tapping me like that, that shit hurts." He snapped in a harsh tone without looking up from his phone.
This nigga dramatic as hell, I barely touched him.
I rolled my eyes and let out a deep exhale before responding.
His tone irked the shit out of me and honestly threw me off, but I need answers—now.
"Can you put your phone down so I can talk to you?" I responded matching his harsh and nonchalant tone.
"Just talk, I'm listening."
He really finna piss me off now.
"But you're not, listening would be you giving me your undivided attention and showing some respect." I quickly snapped looking dead at him and waiting for a response.
I watched in annoyance as he tapped away on his phone before setting it down, who the fuck could he be texting?
I then pulled up the spare gaming chair Zilla bought me last Christmas when he taught me how to play, and sat in it. I glared at him, and with exhausted eyes, I was trying to understand what the problem was— although my gut had already told me weeks ago.
"What's going on with you Zay?" I asked him in a now soft tone. Maybe I was just tripping and he’s going through it behind the scenes as well, hopefully me being more gentle will help.
"What do you mean?" He carelessly responded. His hands laced loosely in his lap as he returned my eye contact, but seeming uninterested like I was disturbing his peace or something.
"You've been distant with me, we don't have basic conversations anymore, you've barely said "I love you" to me, and you won't even look at me or touch me,"
I explained as my voice cracked at the final sentence I spoke, but my sadness was quickly replaced with irritation while I watched Zilla break eye contact and stare at his phone, almost as if he was awaiting a text from someone.
Silence, something I hated when we'd have talks like these, it was almost as if he was spewing up some type of excuse or lie. I absolutely fucking hate uncertainty, this the type of silence that makes you go crazy and overthink. I sat forward resting my elbows on my knees, pressing my lips into a thin line as my leg began to bounce and I just stared at him. My hormones have changed so much throughout the past few months, and the doctor did say that the new medication would give me mood swings. Maybe I’m just tripping for no reason—
Suddenly his phone lit up, chimed at the sound of a text message from another, and my stomach began to toss and turn. he quickly picked up his phone and began tapping away; as if I wasn't just speaking to him about how I felt.
Then and there I felt something in me just snap, i had been holding everything in. The sadness, my overthinking thoughts, handling all of the stress on my own. I genuinely couldn’t do it anymore, I mean I’m coming to my OWN HUSBAND about my feelings and I get disrespect in return.
"Isayah is there someone else?" I blurted out as I fidgeted with my wedding ring, my chest rising and falling in anger and anxiousness while I stared waiting for my answer.
"Jasmine, what are you talking about?"
My stomach formed a knot at the sound of another woman's name, Jasmine? AGAIN? That same bitch I caught him fucking around with years ago, before the marriage and all this fame came into play?? My face turned into pure disgust as I sat back in my chair watching the gears turn in Zilla’s head when he quickly realized what he had said.
“I- fuck that was a mistake-“
I ain’t mean to call you th-" He quickly attempted to save himself by giving me some sorry bullshit ass excuse.
I shook my head and snapped almost immediately.
"I don't wanna hear that shit Isayah! After all these years I've spent forgiving you and forgetting what you had done, you turn around and cheat on me again and with the same trifling ass bitch?"
I shouted in rage as I made my way into the kitchen to get away from him, but of course, he followed after me still spewing lies to get me to come down.
"Baby it's not what you think I swear!"
Zilla gently grabbed my wrist in an attempt to get me to understand and look his way, but to me it felt rough. Everything I was feeling felt rough.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
I shouted harshly pulling away before my knuckles clashed with his chest, delivering a blow. Tears began to form in the water line of my eyes, no matter how much I tried to make them go away, they just wouldn't I had reached my breaking point.
"Y/n let me explain," Zilla groaned through the pain of the hit attempting to grab my hand, despite my efforts to deny his touch.
I stood with my hand on my hip, unable to look at the man I loved my whole life. Why would he do this to me? Right now when I’m going through it the most? How could he do this shit period?! In this moment, I found myself feeling many things. Anger, disgust, disappointment, and hurt.
"How long?" I asked fully defeated at this point, I was feeling so many different things—so fast to the point where I felt like I was going to spiral.
"Y/n come on-" he pleaded with me to hear his excuses.
"How long?" I asked again locking my eyes with his, my eyes and overall face said what I couldn’t in the moment. I just wanted my answer
"Y/n baby, let me talk please—" Zilla continued to plead as he moved inches closer to me
"HOW FUCKING LONG ISAYAH??" I shouted as I threw the closet object at him in a state of rage. A mug I assume from the sound of crashing glass that followed behind.
He dodged it, of course he did.
He was testing my patience at this point and I refused to let this shit slide again. The silence between us became louder as he hesitated to answer.
"4 months, almost 4 months now."
Four months, 122, A hundred and twenty-two days.
"You say you're seeing someone else."
"Who can love you better than me?"
"I'll leave you two alone."
Everything just began to hit me at once, he promised to clean up his act since the first time with Jasmine. We were kids at the time— but it's been five years since then. I put my all into this relationship, I held this man down when he was behind bars. I mean we have a kid now.
TWO KIDS AT THAT, I HAD JUST GIVEN BIRTH TO AYLA TWO MONTHS AGO.
I felt betrayed, hurt, angry, like my world was ending. It all started to make sense now, the coming home late claiming he was with Jakob, the distance, the late night phone calls, the random love bombing, the dreams, the running straight to the shower right after getting home—because he smelt like her.
My whole world shut down, everything around me was silent, his pleas, his callouts for me, the distress in his voice. It's like I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, everything I needed to say verbally was gone, my mind did all the talking for me.
"Baby say something please." None of his pleads meant a damn thing to me.
"I'm done." I finally found the words to speak, there was more to say but the words "I'm done" were the only thing my body allowed me to say.
"W-what? Y/n- mama you don't mean that." He's so fucking delusional.
Those words triggered a switch in my mind, I slipped my wedding ring, and promise ring off of my finger and threw them both at him.
"Give them to her, I don’t want this shit no more." I mumbled making my way upstairs, this shit was ending TODAY.
Those rings ain't mean shit to me anymore, and I was foolish enough to stay the first time, but it was all for Junior, my son, my heart, my baby. I wanted him to have that fully present father, that two-parent household I never had, I wanted to fix things, all for the sake of my son and his future.
"You messed up a good thing."
But I just can't, I’ve been putting everyone and everything above my happiness and mental health. I matter too, and it was time I realized that.
I don't want my babies to think that it's okay to settle for someone who can't remain faithful.
"So there's no coming home."
What about Junior? I don't want him dogging out someone's daughter who has nothing but pure intentions. And Ayla? I don't want her to think that this is love, what kind of parent would I be setting a terrible example like that?
Postpartum was killing me from the inside out, and I need love and support. I hadn’t been myself at all and I’ve really been struggling, This isn't love. Staying in this marriage was adding onto the emotional baggage, this was hurting me.
"I can't tell where your heart is."
"It's nowhere, it's nowhere to be found."
Everything I was doing right now was based on impulse, my body was moving on its own. No thoughts to guide me, just on auto pilot. I was packing bags of my things and my kid's belongings.
"Y/N PLEASE JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!"
All I could do was shake my head and laugh
fix things??
Fuck I look like Bob the Builder?
Besides I tried already,
I'm gone for real this time.
"Boy remember my face, while you're out there all alone."
The next thing I know I was downstairs dragging my bags to the front door, of the home we once shared. The home that made me feel at peace, the home we dreamed of when we were broke sitting on the floor of our old studio apartment we could barely afford.
"Made your decision”
"You gon regret it for the rest of your life."
"Now there's a consequence."
"Y/n please don’t do this to us, what about Junior and Ayla? Don’t do this to them y/n." He pleaded and asked with concern, I hated that pitiful and “I’m loosing the best thing that ever happened to me” look he had on his face.
Crazy how this selfish mothafucka was thinking about our kids, when he didn’t even consider the family he had at home when fucking that other bitch. I had spent this past 5 years since giving birth to our son considering everyone else’s feelings BUT MINE, that shit is dead now. I can’t be a good mother to my kids if I can’t even get my own shit together.
He had no right to be hurt right now, he put this one himself. Ain’t no damn mistake when you repeatedly put that much effort into doing what you did.
“DO WHAT TO US? YOU BROKE THIS FAMILY APART! YOU DID THAT ON YOUR OWN!”
“YOU THINK IMMA SIT HERE AND HAVE MY KIDS WATCH A NIGGA DOG ME OUT?”
Every word, every shout, every syllable that came out of my mouth just flew. I couldn’t take it nor control it anymore, I’ve been by his side since the sandbox. Accepted him as my boyfriend when I was just 15, then he went away, I waited—I was so naive.
“They may not be old enough to understand now, but if they ask in a couple years I’m not lying for you. My babies not gon think that this is a some “perfect” love story.”
I hated that helpless look his displayed, that strong confidence and aura he usually held was now gone. He hadn’t said anything, it was my turn to talk.
"I can take care of MY kids just fine, you can see them whenever you please.” My voice was strong for once, no tears getting in the way of me breaking my silence.
Despite the negative thoughts due to my postpartum depression, I know that I'm a good mom. I'm the best mom that I could ever be to my kids, And I damn sure don't need a man to keep me sane.
All I could think about was how glad I was that the kids were at his mom's house and not here to see all of this.
"See, I don't need you."
I loved Zilla, he was my world, my husband, my lifeline, my baby daddy, and my best friend all in one. I hated how much I loved him in the moment, I also hated how part of me still wanted to stay.
"And I don't want to, want you.
"If you step out the door,"
"I won't wait up for you."
Thank you guys so much for reading! Again, this is an old piece I freshened up and brought here from my wattpad. This is a pretty emotional story so I do apologize 💀, you will notice in the future though that my stories are all inspired by songs.
I would like to thank one of my fav mutuals @piinkbenjamins for helping me figure out the picture layout, (Ya girl was struggling) also @cursed-carmine for the dividers!
And everyone else from my last post that sent encouraging words to help me get started on writing here💗!
I hope you enjoyed reading my story, you guys have a great one🫶🏽!
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"GOOD GIRL," ony
pairs: older bf! ony x blk fem! shanya
cw: age gap (34 & 26) , unprotected p-in-v , backshots , creampie , daddy kink , pet names
His voice was deep, with a warning.
"Nah, stay right there."
Ony kept a firm grip on Shanya's hips, holding her in place. She whined as his thrusts never let up. Her ass smacked against his pelvis, making a clapping sound.
"Ouu fuck!" she gasped, letting her man fuck her relentlessly.
Her spine curved inward. Pretty manicured toes curled. Hands fisting the sheets. Face tear-stained from the previous positions. A large wet spot had formed under their bodies.
Ony's tatted muscles flexed. He wore a look of concentration, bottom lip occasionally slipping between his teeth. His hips aggressively bucked, dick pounding Shanya's pussy.
"Take that shit like I told you" he gritted, eyeing the creamy ring that formed at the base of his dick.
She whimpered in response, slightly squirming.
"Uh huh, where the fuck you goin?" he teased her with a sharp smack across her ass that made her yelp.
Ony wasn't sparing her a second of relief, his pleasure was torturous.
"Fuuck" he groaned, "pussy so good."
Grunts seeped out upon feeling her walls throb around him.
Her moans grew needy as she neared her climax.
"Daddy! Uhn daddy!" she cried.
Ony thrusted even harder if possible, "I gotchu sweethart...daddy gon give you that nut."
His eyes closed, as his dick twitched.
"Shit! Where you want it baby?"
"In my pussy pleasee" Shanya slurred.
Ony's head flew back, groaning to the ceiling as he erupted inside Shanya. His movements became sloppy as she milked him, the creamy substance seeping out.
He buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her.
Ony slowly came to a stop, panting, chest heaving along with Shanya. He pulled out of her, admiring the mess they made.
Only for a minute.
He pressed his feet into the mattress and squatted before slipping back into her wetness.
"Ain' done, gimme one more" he breathed.
"𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭"
𝓛𝓘𝓛 𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓚 𝓟𝓡𝓐𝓝𝓚| 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲-𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬!, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠!, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮, 𝐧-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!(𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱!, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭), 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞!, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰.
╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.
"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.
" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.
he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.
he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.
"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.
your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.
you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.
"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.
soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.
you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.
you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.
he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.
you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.
"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.
you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.
"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.
"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.
"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.
he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.
you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.
you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.
he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.
"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.
a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.
smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.
"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.
after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.
"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.
"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.
“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.
"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.
𑜷 TAKE A SEAT ,, ⸻ elias moore. 🔞
you watched elias with immense admiration as he got dressed, the way he coordinated every piece of clothing to fit together and match was something so attractive to you.
it was no understatement he was the dandiest nigga in the delta — and he looked damn good. the nice shine of gold stuck out from the grill piece on his peary white teeth to the cufflink that had his initials “e.m.” on them.
“baby which tie should i wear?” stack questioned while holding two of them up in your vanity mirror. you were still stuck in your own world of admiring your man, you didn’t hear him.
stack confused on why you didn’t answer, looked up to meet your gaze in the mirror. he saw the damn near blissed out look your had in your doe eyes and a light smirk appeared on his face.
he turned around facing you, bending down to your eye level. “you listening baby?”
blinking out your dazed state, your head tilted back some to look at him. “hmm? what did you say?”
“you ain’t hear a thing i just said?”, southern draw evident in his voice with a hint of teasing.
“it’s okay pretty, i know what you want”, he said it like he already knew which he did. he knew his lady like the back of his hand, and even though she wouldn’t always ask for him to pleasure her—he always did.
leaning back up, he grabbed you by the waist and picked you up with ease. sitting down on the edge of the bed and plopping you right on the fat of his clothed thigh.
your nightgown raised up a little, showing the cute black lacey panties you had on. stack made himself comfortable, leaning back. “come on sweetheart, you know what to do”, giving your bottom a light tap to encourage you.
you let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as you began to slowly rock your hips against his thigh. you had a thing for the bliss he was able to bring you without even touching your pussy.
like clockwork, your essence began to leak through your panties and eventually onto his slacks. “you making a mess on my new pants, you gon lick it right on up too, huh?”, he asked looking straight in your eyes.
small whimpers left your mouth before you answered with a yes. “good now make yourself cum baby. i want your sweet smell on me all day.”
a/n:: literally wrote this in twenty minutes so its not my best work. i saw yall liked the last lil drabble so i wanted to continue. dandy!stack is now something stamped😏!
some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs
body language masterlist
a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
550 words to say instead of fuckin said
638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
some more body language help
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𑜷 ACTS OF SERVICE ,, ⸻ elijah moore. 🔞
short intro to firefighter!smoke
prior to meeting elijah your past relationships weren’t the best—you didn’t have the greatest taste in men and it showed. the boyfriends, if you can even call them that lacked all the characteristics smoke had. they didn’t hold the door for you, buy you flowers, some couldn’t even change a damn tire.
the very first date you guys had was at a nice restaurant downtown. he had finally gotten a day off work and wanted to use it to take the prettiest girl he had met out for a day you deserved. “here’s the bill, i hope you guys enjoyed”, the waiter chirped with a short smile—setting the bill down. you lifted your hand to grab the bill, “what are you doing?”, elijah asked with a confused look. “paying the bill, what do you mean?” — “no ma’am i got it, move those pretty hands back.”
smoke love language is acts of service, he can’t always put it into words how he feels about you but he can show his ole lady how he appreciates her through his actions.
you’ll come home from a long tiresome day at work and your sweet elijah is already there waiting for you on the couch. your favorite tv show or movie turned on, dinner on the stove, snacks to keep you company, and just him. cater 2 you by destiny child? yeah that’s elijah. he’ll gently remove your shoes and place your manicured toes that he paid for might i add, onto his lap and just massage your feet while listening to your day.
smoke’s acts of service definitely is present in the bedroom. he wouldn’t even think about busting a nut until he got you to release that sweet cream at least twice. “come on darlin, you can give me one more right?” southern accent dripping in his voice—his large fingers digging at your sweet spot while rubbing on your sensitive clit. “see i think she can give me on more.”
elijah may not talk as much during sex, but he craves for you to talk to him. he’ll have you folded up in missionary, right leg draped over his shoulder with his plump lips leaving fat wet kissing on your ankle with the anklet that had his name. “come on baby talk to me, how i feel in this good ass pussy, huh?”, slowing down his strokes so you can respond.
a/n :: the people wanted smoke ... i delivered! no guys i felt so excited writing this like omg, i need to fuck this man NEOWW. i almost went overboard on this lil intro tho. i will be continuing and if i don’t yall got permission to cuss me out. also i know @aizawash0e did a firefighter!stack so shoutout to her.
The ending???👀
﹕ⵌ┆ 「VID JUST FA’ HA」 .ᐟ.ᐟ
i can’t get enough of you… - blow by yonce. // kiss me thru the phone by souja boy.
pairing: beyonce x black!fem!you.
a/n: really just wanted to write something nasty. didn’t really have a plot in mind…. but that’s ok. i need yonce real bad. like so so bad.
⌗ :: @cravemyhoney || @arielletheemermaidd || @6ultforb3yonc3 || @wlwluva || @saints4record || @soft4bey || @rihyoncemakessmewet || @its-medestinyyy || (my b-day masterlist.)
bey bey 🍒 : you doing alright baby? i will be home soon.
you: i am so fucking needy right now... it has been two months since i’ve cummed properly. please mama…?
she called faster than you expected. the facetime call lit up your screen and you picked up without hesitation. bey was biting her lip while she stared.
you could tell her panties were definitely wet from the way she shifted in her seat and let out a low breath.
“show momma how needy you are right now.” she said.
you didn’t waste time.
you headed straight to the bathroom and set the phone up on the counter so she had a clear view. you spread your legs and dipped two fingers between your folds feeling just how sticky and swollen your pussy had gotten from all that fucking waiting.
the wetness coated your fingers.
you rubbed slow circles around your clit then pushed inside drawing out more of that mess.
bey watched without blinking, her eyes locked on your every move. you scooped up some of the stickiness and smeared it across your tits, making them glisten. your nipples hardened fast as you pinched and pulled at them then you leaned forward and spit right on your tits, watching the saliva mix with your juices and run down.
you rubbed it all in moaning softly while your other hand was still in your pussy.
“fuck, look at you… such a slut.” bey muttered, her lip still caught between her teeth. “that pussy is dripping for me. keep going baby. show me everything.”
you added another finger stretching yourself while your hips rocked forward. you could hear her breathing change on the other end like she was fighting not to touch herself right there.
“ugh… mama this is all for you…” you gasped out as your body started to shake. “this pussy all yours. i wish you could feel and taste me right now.”
the words pushed you over. you came hard with a broken cry, your pussy clenching around your fingers while cream spilled out.
“shit. stay yo ass right there she said her voice rough and decided. i’m on my way!”
GOOD GOLLY!!
