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"KEEP DANCING WITH THE DEVIL AND ONE DAY ITS GONE FOLLOW YOU HOME"
Plot: This is my entry for the “Ten Forbidden Desires” I did lust x only x reader. This one was different for me and kind of took a mind of it's own so please…feedback would be appreciated lol. Thank you @merakidoll for this push bookie! I hope you like it
WC: 3K
A/N: Baby lust is in the title...MDNI. (Don't piss me off) There are some phrases spoken in Akan (Twi). I don't speak it but I tried my best. Translation list below.
Woyε me dea - you are mine
ma me - give it to me
Bɔ me ho ban, mma me anigye - come on baby, make me proud
m’ade pa - my good thing
Wo de, fa no sɛ wo ho yɛ den - tell me it's yours
yɛda me so - succumb to me
Mede wo no - Can I have you?
“A week in paradise. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask your best friend as your eyes read over the card in your hand. She tilts her head at you. “It's something I found a while back It's like this underground club. You go in and…experience things.” She attempts to explain. “Sasha, what the hell are you talking about?” you ask, her description only leaving you leaving more confusion. “Come on Y/N, just try it. You never know.” she urges.
So that's how you ended up here. Walking down a dark alleyway staircase until you came up to a dark red door. What the hell has this girl gotten me into. You think to yourself. You take a deep breath, running your hands down the side of your outfit, before reaching up and tapping your knuckles against the door. The full moon shines down on you, offering a silver of light as you stand patiently. Anxiety courses through your veins. The metal creaks as the small window slides open catching your attention. A set of deep brown slanted eyes catch your gaze
“Password.”
“O-oh, uh. Lust.” You stammer out. They watch your for a moment and the window slams back shut. Dammit. You sigh and turn to talk away but the sound of locks turning alerts you. The heavy door swings open into a satin covered hallway lit in red. Your heart thumps against your ribs as you take small steps towards the entrance. The minute your feet step over the threshold, the door shuts behind you leaving you alone. Why the hell did I listen to this crazy bitch. You reprimand yourself. You love your best friend but her ideas were a bit more exotic for your taste. Yet, you never fail to give things a try at least once for her sake. But you were heavily regretting the current choice you made. Your heels clicking against the marble floor echoes softly as you make your way down the long pathway.
A dark brown woman with mountainous curves and 4c curls that reach to the sky stood at the second entrance. Her uniform hugging her body in all the right places. You can’t help but let your eyes roam her body. She was ethereal. “Don’t stare too long gorgeous. I bite.” she says as she walks closer to you. “And you look like you taste delectable.” her voice whispers in your ear. You blink a few times to collect yourself as she walks back to the door and opens it for you. “Welcome to Paradise.” she greets you, stretching a hand out to point you the way.
The inside of the club glimmered as you stepped inside. Red moving walls. Lush seating. And beautiful waves of black bodies moving across the floors. The lights are low and the bass is biblical. You walk over to stand by the bar. A fine brown skin man smiles at you, “What are you having gorgeous?” “Something sweet.” you answer him. The curves of his smile stretch to his ears as he offers you a nod and a wink. You allow yourself to look around. Sasha’s words play in your mind. “Don’t look for it. It will find you. Just go and be yourself.” she had encouraged as she helped you get ready hours before. What the hell did it mean? You had no clue but you were going to try your best. So here you stand, at the bar drinking something too sweet to taste like danger, eyes grazing over the crowd.
That's when it hits you.
A shift. A pull. Not eyes per say but…gravity was shifting around you. It felt like something old and hungry had you in it's grasp. You scan the crowd once more when you’re suddenly stopped in your tracks. Because deep in the shadows of the club, a pair of seemingly glowing eyes find yours. He sits slouched slightly in his seat, legs spread. One hand falling between the gap in his legs and the other holding a glass to his lips. There is a stillness to him that you can’t explain. You can feel his presence from across the room and it makes your thighs clench together. A soft fuck falls from your lips. You can’t look away from him. He sits the cup to the side licking him lips before raising a hand and motioning you forward.
You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the haze of his gaze but if was as if you’d transported in front of him. He was even more irresistible up close. A sharp cut, small gold hoops in both ears, skin deep like molasses and glowing like stars. Standing here, your thigh brushing against his legs, you attempt to step back but you couldn’t move. Your eyes widen and he smiles up at you, opal grills shining even underneath the soft lighting. He sits up in his seat, pink tongue swiping over his lips before he speaks.
"Wunni hɔ yi.," he says, heavy vibrato coating his foreign words. You blink a few times in confusion. “I-I’m sorry?” you ask. He lets out a chuckle at your expense. “You don’t belong here.” he speaks. You raise your brow but your voice slips before your pride gets the chance to catch it. “Neither do you.” you whisper under your breath but he catches it anyway. His Cheshire cat grin spreads, slow and deliberate. Like a man who already is well aware of how your story will end. He stands in front of you and you nearly stumble back at the sheer size of him. You feel your needs wobble but a warm hand flattens along your lower back. His other hand comes up to your lips, cup in hand. “Drink.” he whispers and as if you had no control over your own body, your lips part for him. You don't know what it is, only feeling the cool glass against your lips as you sip. You swallow the concoction and your body buzzes with heat. He turns the cup towards himself, his lips pressing against where your remaining lipstick stain is as he takes a sip for himself. You try your best not to react but his gaze lets you know that he is aware of everything happening in your body right now.
Sitting the cup down on the table, he leans down into your ear. “Woyε me dea” he speaks, words sweet and thick as honey. You don't understand it but your pussy reacts like it does, muscles tightening on their own accord. As if he could tell, his smile widens in front of you. Your brain feels hazy and energy thrums underneath your skin. You don't know what's happening to you but you aren’t sure if you want it to end. Your eyes are locked on this ethereal man standing in front of you and you yearn for him. It's not right you try to reprimand yourself. You don’t know him. You shouldn’t feel like this about a complete stranger. But the moment his hand lifts your chin, all common sense goes out the window. His touch is electrifying. You can tell by the way you body shivers when his fingers graze your neck.
“Wopɛ me anaa?” His question rings through my mind. “I- I don’t know…I don't know what..” You struggle to communicate your confusion as his fingers curl around the front of your neck squeezing just slightly. He applies the perfect amount of pressure before leaning down to your ear. “I can smell your essence m’ade pa.” That hypnotic timbre of his voice even more alluring in your native tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his lips caress your skin. Your knees buckle underneath you but a strong hand grips your ass to hold you up, simultaneously pressing himself into your body. “Fuck m’ade pa, you taste so good.” Waves of passion flood your senses at the interaction. Your hands dig crescents in his arms at the overwhelming allure of him. “What are you doing to me?” you manage to whimper out. Another deep chuckle comes from his chest. “Exactly what you desire of me.”
You don't remember exactly how you ended up back at his place. Fading glimpses of the city stretching around you shimmering with glittered temptation. You’re both barefoot, his top discarded and you take in his build. Muscles flex underneath your fingertips as you trail your hands down his body. His voice wraps around you like silk soaked in smoke, captivating but suffocating your senses.
“Yɛda me so.”
You melt as his hands find your thighs, legs subconsciously spreading at his touch. Above your head, the fan spins slowly, whirling blades fading in and out of focus. He is a poet, reciting his words off your skin as his tongue trails verses from your collarbone, lips finding rhymes along your stomach as he moved towards your core. You arch under him like a prayer and Ony?
He worships you like a sinner seeking forgiveness. Full lips chasing kisses as low curses fall from his lips. That language. So foreign to your ears but it serenades you all the same. You relish in the way his hands map your curves like they belong to him. You’ve never felt so owned. So undone. So…
Alive.
“Wo de, fa no sɛ wo ho yɛ den” he growls in your ear. Tell me it's yours. The words ring in your ear as clear as day. You gasp, eyes rolling towards the back of your head. You feel his teeth graze against your neck as his fingers plunge into your pussy, juices dripping down his wrist as he fucks you with his hand. “H-how?” You whimper out but your brain is foggy. Feelings of euphoria coat your skin as he coaxes orgasms from your body. Limbs trembling at his touch but you feel insatiable. Fever flows through you, body flushed with heat. “Please.” You whimper aloud. Ony’s fingers curve into your g spot as he fucks you roughly.
Crimson spills from his back as your nails cut through his deep mahogany skin. Bɔ me ho ban, mma me anigye. That language. The way it drips from his tongue like forbidden sin. Proud. Make him proud. You don't understand when it clicked for you but you don't have the time to analyze. Your body convulses as clear liquid spills from between your legs. “Ony. Fuck.” You scream until your throat is raw. You cum with such a newfound intensity. It was…serene in a way. yɛda me so. It repeats in your mind as your body offers itself to him. “Mede wo no?” It wraps around your ear canals like a tainted whisper. Can I have you? You don’t get it. But your mind translates every word. A breathless yes falls from your parted lips.
The world seems to flip on it head as you’re forced upright back against the wall, heavy hands grips the inside of your thighs to keep your legs open. Your pussy clenches against the air, secretions dripping down towards your ass. His hands trace the curves of your body, squeezing your plumpest parts. “Fuck.” his voice animalistic in a way that makes you shiver under his gaze. He studies you. Your body a book he is assigned to memorize and he does his work well. “You’re not safe here. You know that, yes?” he asks, requesting permission. You know it. He knows it. You are in danger. Because the minute you relinquish full control, there was nothing to stop the way he would devour you. It was a heavy ask. Your chest rises and falls rapidly. Were you really ready to take that risk? Sitting here in front of him, his aura all consuming.
“I know.”
His canines flash as his hands get heavier, touch more yearning than before. Here pressed against the painted walls, his hands make music of your moans. Teeth grazing your ear as he strokes himself. You can’t see it with the way you are angled but you know. You know it's big. Everything about him screams it. “Say my name.” his warm breath commands as he nips at your skin. You don’t hesitate to do so. The minute it falls from your lips, his tip is kissing your cervix. You repeat it. Chant it. Each syllable met with a stroke of his dick inside your walls. Your flesh molds around his length, body intertwining in ecstasy. Your moans coat his grunts as the squelching sounds increase, your pussy soaking him. He doesn’t tell you when he’s coming but you know. You feel the warmth inside your body and it makes you melt. He doesn’t stop. That’s the thing about lust. It's insatiable. It takes and takes. It’s only desire is the peak of pleasure and in this moment that's all he can see. Pleasure clouds his mind as he fucks you deeper, rougher. You cling to him for dear life, whispered pleas falling on deaf ears. You blink your eyes open and your back is pressed into the floor, mere inches from the bed. You would get there.
Eventually…
Instead he slams his hips into yours, knees pressed to your ears as slaps bounce off the walls, reverberating in your mind. “O-ony please…” His eyes snap to yours but eh speed doesn’t stop. If anything he fucks you harder. Eyes unable to focus, you look up to the ceiling as tears trail your cheeks. Euphoria never seemed tangible until this moment. In this state, there is nothing else but bliss. “ma me.” You do. You give it to him and he takes. You don’t understand how your body hasn’t broken. As if your energy is never ending. The constant thrumming of tingles underneath your skin won’t dissipate. Moments flash in mere seconds. From the wall to the floor to the bed. You don’t register when you have moved. Only the comfort of the cloud-like fabric that you sink into. His rhythm has changed. Rough strokes replaced with the gentle roll of his hips as your bodies dance in tandem. Moans creating the melodic background movement of your figures. He caresses you, hands rubbing gentle circles, kneading your flesh as his tip offers gentle pecks to your cervical wall. You feel yourself peak. Heat floods your veins as you convulse in his arms. Thick arms wrap around you as he remains sheathed inside you.
You cum together.
Your body shakes but his hold remains. Sweet murmurs of reassurance are kissed into your skin. You are both quiet aside from the heavy breaths as you manage to come down from your high. The air tastes of…goodbye. You feel the shift. Like someone pulling a blanket from your body, exposing you to cold air that nips at your skin. You don't say it. Neither does he. But it's there. It ends here. In his bed. There are no tears, no begs. You just bleed lust in the silence. When he kisses you this time, this final blissful time, it's slower. Like he mourns you already and needs to solidify a memory.
“Kae me.” he says and in the same breath he’s gone.
You leave with your legs aching, his name still stuck to your tongue and your soul cracked like an alter. Lust got what it came for. And so did you. You hold on to the memories of what it felt like. To be in that space. That's what keeps you going.
Life does what it always does. It moves on. So do you.
You return to the life you are accustomed to. “I still don’t see why you won’t talk to me about it.” Your best friend says as she stands next to you. “There isn’t much to say.” You lie to her over and over again. What would you say? How lust made you fall head first as your soul was fucked from your body and the remains shattered when he disappeared. You haven’t seen him since then. It ached for a while along with your body. It took two weeks for the physical remains to finally subside but the memories stain your mind. Nights you jolt awake from a soft voice or gentle caress only to be awoken to nothing. You sigh again before turning back to the counter of the busy diner. You move through the crowd with ease, greeting regulars and providing positive energy to anyone who crosses your path. The bell on the door rings to alert you of another customer. You turn to greet them but your mind shatters as your eyes glance at that familiar face. The air in the room is sucked away, bated breaths from customers as they turn in awe of the man who stepped through the door. This isn’t real. You think it but you can’t turn away. His gaze is locked on you. That familiar glint in his eyes as his lips part into a smile.
He walks to you as smooth as the first time you saw him. You are lightheaded but there is nothing else to do but face the inevitable. As he steps in front of you wrapping a hand around your lower waist, you feel a sense of dejavu. You don’t intent to melt at his touch but you do. That familiar growl of approval rumbles in his chest as his hand comes up to lift your chin.
“I found you, M’ade pa”
#aot x reader#aot x y/n#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x reader#aot onyankopon#onyankapon#onyankopon x reader#ony x black reader#fem!reader#ten forbidden desires#nieceenotes#ten desires event#lust x ony#anime x reader#aot x black reader#x black reader#x black fem reader#x black y/n#— ten desires event! ˚ෆ 𐙚
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NEED…no. But WANT👀👀
TELL ME NO...
I don't NEED to start a series with the smoke stack twins. I don't NEED to write where reader gets involved with both twins, accidently mistaking one for the other. I don't NEED to write that both twins are vampires in this series and they fall head over heels for reader. I don't NEED to do this....right? RIGHT?????
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I done already started😭
TELL ME NO...
I don't NEED to start a series with the smoke stack twins. I don't NEED to write where reader gets involved with both twins, accidently mistaking one for the other. I don't NEED to write that both twins are vampires in this series and they fall head over heels for reader. I don't NEED to do this....right? RIGHT?????
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TELL ME NO...
I don't NEED to start a series with the smoke stack twins. I don't NEED to write where reader gets involved with both twins, accidently mistaking one for the other. I don't NEED to write that both twins are vampires in this series and they fall head over heels for reader. I don't NEED to do this....right? RIGHT?????
#smoke stack twins#smoke and stack#elijah smoke moore#elias stack moore#elijah and elias moore#sinners fanfiction#sinners movie#michael b jordan#mbj x reader#smoke stack twins x reader#x black reader#x black fem reader
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ONYANKOPON WIPS.
Some random pieces from my current ony WIPS
LUST - Ony x Reader (this is a part of the 10 Forbidden Sins playlist that @merakidoll is hosting. Y'all know I had to do LUST for Ony.) 1. "Wunni hɔ yi.," he says, heavy vibrato coating his foreign words. You blink a few times in confusion. “I-I’m sorry?” you ask. He lets out a chuckle at your expense. “You don’t belong here.” he speaks. You raise your brow but your voice slips before your pride gets the chance to catch it. “Neither do you.” you whisper under your breath but he catches it anyway. His cheshire cat grin spreads, slow and deliberate. Like a man who already is well aware of how your story will end.... 2. Sitting the cup down on the table, he leans down into your ear. “Woyε me dea” he speaks, words sweet and thick as honey. You don't understand it but your pussy reacts like it does, muscles tightening on their own accord...
CLOUDED - Ony x Reader (Ony accidently eats the plate laced with an aphrodisiac just moments before his sisters best friend AKA his long time crush comes over for their family reunion.)
1. “Bruh, what the fuck did you do to that food?” he says, eyes frantic. “Why the fuck did you eat that one? I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT THE ONE WITH THE RED TOP!” she wipes her hands down her face. “I didn't hear it obviously! What even was that?” he continues to pace around. She mumbled her response. “Am I tweaking right now? What did you say?” he asks. “It was…it was fuck me chicken, okay?” she groans. Ony’s head snaps to his older sister. “I’m fucking sorry?! Why you making that?” He yells, hands flailing. “I told you not to eat it! It was for Connie.” “WHY YOU COOKING FREAK CHICKEN FOR YOUR EX?!” He gets louder. 2. Ony lets out a slow breath, like it’s been caught in his chest since you showed up. “You always looked good, but tonight?” he says, voice low, raw. “You doing something terrible to me right now, mamas”
You raise an eyebrow, trying to ignore the racing of your own heart. “Terrible?”
He laughs under his breath, a heavy chuckle mixed with frustration and something...deeper. “Yeah. Like, make-me-forget-what-I’m-supposed-to-believe-in terrible. Like God might not forgive me if I keep looking at you like this.”
You don’t say anything, and that silence - your silence - is the thing that makes his control start to slip.
Because you’re not stopping him.
a/n: Life has been lifeing. New job and a loss in the family has my head spinning but I want to get back to my work. I miss it
#aot x reader#fem!reader#aot onyankopon#ony x reader#onyankapon#onyankopon x reader#onyankopon x black y/n#aot x y/n#ony x black reader#onyankopon x you
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These next couple of Ony fics are some of my favorites and this new BD!eren is going to be fun. Got a new computer and the writing bug is BACK baby! LETS GET IT! Updating my line up later today. Do ya'll like multiple drops in one day?
#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x black reader#onyankopon x reader#aot onyankopon#ony x reader#onyankapon#baby daddy eren#eren x reader#eren x black fem!reader#eren aot#eren yeager#eren jaeger#eren jeager
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"Look In Your Eyes, Yeah it's dangerous."
Pairing: ony x reader
PS: Ony is trying to figure out exactly who he is dating because the girl he is looking at right now?... he has no clue who you are.
A/N: I was writing and this took on a mind of its own. But...enjoy? lmao. SMUT MINORS DNI, ony x reader
You were a liar.
He didn't want to admit it but it was true. Your entire personality, everything he thought he knew was a lie. Your innocent eyes holding nothing but deceit. He would’ve realized it had he actually paid attention. Instead he got caught up in the allure of you. Your beauty. Your kind nature. How he wish he would’ve seen the signs before now. It was fine when he first met you. The cute little brown skin he met at Barnes and Noble. He was in there shopping for books with his niece and nephew. His sister had begged him to take them to the store so that she could have a few moments of peace and Ony, being the man that he is didn't hesitate to do so. He loved his niece and nephew more than anything. So here he was running behind the younger one as the older one made her way to the young adult aisle. “Aye boy. Chill out. We ina bookstore not a playground.” Ony calls out behind his nephew. His tiny giggle rang out as he turned the corner. Ony shakes his head and speeds up slightly to catch him by the snap on his backpack. “I see now why yo mama keep you on a leash.” he mumbles as he snaps the latch back onto the bag. His nephew attempts to run again but the line tightens causing him to halt. “But uncle Ony.” the little boy whines, lip poked out. “Nope. You had your warning and you didn't listen. 5 minutes on until you can chill. Now come on so I can find your sister.” They walk off down row after row until he sees his niece and right next to her? You. For the first time in his life Ony was in awe. Your beauty captivated him in that very moment. He slows his step as he walks closer. You’re standing next to his niece discussing the book, a pile in each of your arms. “If you loved Legendborn, you will for sure love this series.” you speak softly. Your voice sweet as milk and honey. “Also, I would recommend - Oh.” you are startled when he approaches. He was..
He was fine as fuck.
Your eyes drink him in. His deep mahogany skin seemingly glistening under the bright fluorescent lights of the store. His lips parted as he stares at you and the first thing on your mind is I know he tastes good. “Uh. Hi. I'm sorry. I’m Y/N. Can I help you find anything?” you ask him. He is still wrapped up in your eyes but manages to respond to your question. “Nah. I'm actually here for my niece.” he says. “Come on Uncle Ony, ten more minutes please?” his niece turns to him, her pleading eyes competing against those of her baby brother. Only knows this is a battle he was going to lose. “Jewel.” he groans but her lip pokes out even more. Dammit. “Fine. Jewjewbee. But only 5 minutes.” he relents. Her bright brace faced smile spread across her face, cheeks squishing the corners of her eyes together. “Thank you Uncle Ony! I’ll even take Malachi.” she says hugging her uncle tightly with ehr free arm before grabbing her brother and rushing off. Only lets out a breath and shakes his head. “You seem like you’re really good with them.” your soft voice speaks as you replace the books on the shelves. “Something like that. Uh, I’m Onyankopon. Ony. It's nice to meet you.” he extends his hand. You take it and it's not hard for him to see just how small it was compared to him. “You come here often? Or is this just a one time thing.’ you ask as he finally releases you. “It can be more as long as you’re here.” he lets out. You press your lips together, heat rising in your body. “Well.” you say stepping up to him. “I guess I’ll see you soon.” you smile before walking past him. It was then that Ony, much to his niece’s delight, became a B&N member and frequent customer.
If only he had known what he was getting himself into then. This could’ve been avoided. All of this. Those sweet innocent eyes that offered him so much. Glistening when you saw him in the store. Shining when he would pick you up on dates. Glossed over as he asked you to be his. All that time that had passed and those eyes told him everything. But these eyes, the ones that are staring at him now. He had never seen these eyes before. Or maybe he had and just wasn’t paying attention. Because those same eyes. Those same fucking eyes were staring in his soul right now. There was no innocence. There was nothing soft about the way your eyes lit flames in his body as he stared up at you. Ony was so fucking confused. How the hell did he get here? The sweet fingers that he held that day now wrapped softly around his neck, pressing into his pulse.
Those fucking eyes.
Staring into his soul as your hips grind against him, tip kissing your cervix while you move in counterclockwise circles. “Fuck mama, please.” his moans echo in your ears, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Does it feel good pa? Tell me it feels good.” You coo as your pussy clenches around him, fingers squeezing a bit tighter. Ony’s eyes roll to the back of his head. How had he missed the signs? Where was the sweet, shy girl he met at the bookstore. The one his niece raves about. The one his nephew adores. Where was the girl who planted soft kisses to his cheek as he dropped her off from dates. Who the fuck was this woman who had his toes curling and fists clenching at his sides. The way you took his dick so effortlessly, dragging multiple orgasms from his body. Your pussy dripping with both your arousals. “Come on pa, talk to me.” you whine, pressing your feet flat into the bed as you bounce up and down on his length. “Yes mamas. You feel so fucking good.” he praises. “Fuck, yes tell me more.” you preen. “Shit baby. You ride that dick so fucking good baby. I'm so proud of you.” his responses are breathless, broken in between groans but he gives you what you’re asking for. “Thank you pa. Fuck, I'm cumming again.” you scream out riding out yet another orgasm. His breath was heavy as you finally slow down, mind still processing everything that happened. Finally, he manages to meet your eyes again. You were back to normal. That innocent look in stark contrast to what you had just done to him. Naked body coated in afterglow, you lean forward and plants a kiss on his lips.
“You still meeting my family today, right?”
#ony#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x black reader#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#onyankopon x reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon smut#onyankapon#ony x reader#ony x you#ony smut#ony x y/n
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Oop not me getting a TAAAG 😭 I’ve never done this before so don’t get on my head lol.
Here is little piece from the second book of my black mafia series. It’s a work in progress but I love the idea so far🤍
“I want to see your composure crumble underneath my fingers, my tongue. I want to disintegrate every innocent thought in your mind until your brain is filled with nothing but me. I want to watch the good drain from your eyes as I fuck your virtue and leave you corrupted and covered in me.” My thoughts spill from the dark corner I’ve push them into for weeks, pouring from my lips like tainted wine.
That’s as much as I can think. I don’t know many people to tag but I can try😭
Absolutely no pressure tags: @cinnamorollcrybaby @chrollohearttags @c-nstantine @morgluvsconnie @merakidoll @nysrage @br4tphobia @cvpidzcvrse @lotus-flower-writes @kamitv @kritetakes @kamiversee @kanekisfavoritegf @halfrican-heat @getoscrybaby @fushitoru @dilfl0v3rss @strawberrishortbabe @shawtuzi @spliffymae @amyrahrose @prettyboykatsuki @ilovemadzz @yesitsmewhataboutit @thelov3lybookworm @thecoochiefairy @reignpage @rissouu
a few of my faves and some others who I don’t believe were tagged above🫶🏾
wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!
thank you to the beautiful @sceletaflores for still tagging me in these even though i went mia lol. this is the first one of these i've done in foreverrr so let's considered this a response to all 31981 i've rudely ignored :( this is just a little sentence from the next (long-awaited) chapter of my sexologist!frankie morales series. hoping to get it posted at the end of the month <3
His finger slips inside a little easier this time around, sinking into you with a pleasing heat.
np tags: @richeeduvie @heavenbarnes @ovaryacted @wlwloverwrites @covetyou @nolita-fairytale @pedrospatch @targaryenvampireslayer @rae-gar-targaryen @almostempty @itsmemuffy @veritable-trash @seventeenpins @saradika @avocado-writing @guiltyasdave @megamindsecretlair
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YESSS ONY SHOULD GET HER BACK AFTER HE MAKES UP FOR IT AND HE BETTER GET HIS ASS TO STEPPING FR
Why am I just now responding to this smfh but yeaaaaaaaaah baby its gone be some GROVELING after the bullshit he pulled. On his hands and fucking knees for her just like the Queen she fucking is!!
#aot x reader#onyankopon x reader#onyankopon x black y/n#aot onyankopon#ony x reader#fem!reader#ony x black reader#onyankapon#aot x y/n
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Hii if you use any fake apps to make your au text messages if you could can you list them?
Hey bookie! The ony thing I use is the app MeMi message app on my phone. I don't really know of any other ones other than that one and I think one called iFake or something like that
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hi are you still working on your eren bd au?
Hey bookie! I absolutely am! I have a few things that I’m currently working on but I should have 2 fics from his playlist and more than likely another SMAU🤍
Sooooooooo all that to say YUPP😂 baby daddy will be back before you know it!🙌🏾
#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#eren x black reader#baby daddy eren#eren x y/n#eren fluff#eren x black fem!reader#eren x you#eren aot#eren x reader#eren yeager
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Ok so yes I am working on a sequel to My Little Secret but then I came with this idea to make a whole series of fics based off of some of my fave R&B songs.
Here is the list I got so far:
Get It Together 702
Don’t Let Go (Love) En Vogue
My Little Secret pt 2
For You I Will Monica
Emotions H-Town
Why I Love You So Much Monica
Roni Bobbi Brown
Let’s me know what characters yall want to see in some of these and any of your favorite songs
#aot x reader#fem!reader#aot x y/n#onyankopon x black y/n#aot onyankopon#aot connie#eren x black reader#jjk x black reader#aot x black reader#hawks x black reader#gojo x black reader#jjk x reader#bhna x reader#choso kamo x reader#naruto#wind breaker x reader#kaiju no. 8#aot x you#onyankopon x reader#levi aot#ony x black reader#onyankapon#baby daddy eren#ony x reader#reiner x reader#spider man x reader#marvel x reader#mha x reader
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“Ok mama how I look?” His voice calls from the corner. You tilt your head, eyes squinting in the direction of his blurred figure. “Nice.” You say before turning back to your phone. “You ain’t even look for real.” He pouts, annoyed. “Boy you know I can’t see you all the way over there.” You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles to himself as he walks over towards the bed. “Better?” He asks again. This time you look up and glance over his outfit. “I like it baby.” You smile. “I bet. Blind ass.” He teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You know I don’t like wearing my glasses in bed.” You fuss. “Plus, when you get home and you get really close I can see you in portrait mode.” You shrug. His brows pull together in confusion. “I’m near sighted. Duh. Everything else blurs around you.” You answer, a playful smirk on your lips. “You know what — I’m not doing this with you today bruh. I’ll be back later.” He suppresses his laughter and grants you another kiss. “Have fun for boys night! See you when you get home!” You call out to him before burrowing back under the covers.
Ony, Eren, Geto, Dabi, Togame, Megumi, Azriel, Zayne, Hawks,
It can literally be any character you want. Shoutout to my blind baddies lol. This is actually based on a random convo I had with my husband😂 enjoy!
#onyankopon fluff#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#onyankopon x black y/n#ony x black reader#onyankopon x reader#aot onyankopon#ony x reader#eren x black reader#baby daddy eren#eren fluff#eren x y/n#eren x black fem!reader#eren aot#levi aot#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#mha hawks#hawks x black reader#hawks x reader#dick grayson x black reader#dick grayson x reader#mha dabi#dabi x reader#azriel x black reader#geto x reader#megumi fushiguro x black reader#jjk headcanons#jjk x you
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Tears streamed down your face. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You felt your knees shake as you nearly fell to the floor, chest aching.
“H-how could you do this to me? After all this?! You told me you loved me!” You yell out to him, voice quivering.
“Bae.” He says with a sigh. “I have to go to work.”
You pout at him, eyes glossy with fresh tears threatening to surface.
“Oh my fucking…okay. I will stay home and cuddle with you.”
Your tears evaporate as you jump up and down excitedly. “Perfect. I’ll start the movie.” You cheese before planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Spoiled ass.” He huffs rolling his eyes with amusement.
Lmao why do I see this for Nanami and Geto. Maybe Connie cause he can’t say no to you anyway. Comment who you think. Just a random quip I needed to get out of my head
#aot x reader#fem!reader#aot x y/n#connie x black y/n#connie x black reader#aot connie#connie springer#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#jujutsu geto#jjk geto#geto suguru#geto x reader#getou suguru x reader#jjk x you#jjk headcanons#jjk x reader#aot fic
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SNEAK PEEK PT...TWO?
I started this brother's best friend fic with Gojo and its taking on a mind of its own. Its a follow up from this post. (yes there will be smut) But this thing is currently at 3.4k words....
Geto’s face contorts in confusion. “Pool party? I thought yall were going to brunch.” He interrupts you. Heat grazes your ears. Shit. “Yeah, we were but it ended early and then my friend got a text saying that there was a pool party happening so we decided to go.” You say averting your brother’s eyes. “Uh..huh… and you just so happen to have a bathing suit to go to this party?” You press your lip together slightly trying to figure out how to respond. “We will get back to that. Continue.” He sighs. “W-well we went to the party and we were having a good time, just hanging out when this asshole came over, tossed my bag over his shoulder, stole my clothes and snatched me up from the party!” You explain pointing over to Gojo.
”Really?! You make me sound like some kind of tyrant?” Gojo argues. “Because you are!” You start to get loud again. Geto lets out a whistle that gets both of your attention, quieting you down once more. “Gojo, what did I tell you about man handling her in public.” Geto starts. “But…” Gojo stammered but is interrupted. “How did you even know where she was?” Geto asks him. “I didn't. I was already at the party when her and her little crew waltz their way in. I hadn’t even noticed until someone started getting a little bit of a crowd around them.” Gojo turns the attention back to you. “A crowd?” Geto tilts his head at you. Both men stood with their arms crossed and expectant eyes turned to you. “Oh my fucking…yall always do this! Teaming up on me!” you pout. “And I’m your sister! You just gone let him snatch me up and not defend me!” You attempt to sway Suguru but Gojo intervenes. “Why don’t you show your brother the reason I snatched you up in the first place.” You narrow your eyes at him to lunge again. “Don’t you dare.” Geto speaks. “Lucky snowflake.” you mutter under your breath. “Pouty bunny.” Gojo teases.
"Can we please have a civilized conversation?” Geto complains at your antics. Your arms cross back over your chest, a chill slips down your spine as water droplets trail your skin. “Where are your clothes now?” Geto asks. “In my bag.” you respond. “I’m still lost on how you ended up in his shirt.” Geto looks back at you. “Because that’s twice as much as she had on at that party.” Gojo blurts out. “It’s a swim suit!” “Barely!” Gojo shouts back. “What do you mean barely? What does he mean?” Geto turns to look at you. Another wave of heat passes through your body. “Damn it Gojo.” you groan as your head falls back. “What the fuck do you mean barely?” Geto said, jaw clenching together.
#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo fanfic#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x black reader#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#brothersbestfriend!gojo#brothers best friend#jujutsu geto#geto suguru#jjk geto#jjk x reader#jjk fic#jjk#jjk x black reader#jjk x poc!reader#jjk x you
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Just For Tonight
PS: What happens when your mortal enemy shows up at your doorstep battered and bruised?
Pairing: spiderman!gojo x black!reader
WC: 1.4k
A/N: Something that was just in my head and I wanted to get it out. Not sure if I like it but I had writer's block and I needed to post something.
Tonight had been a success.
You were just about to pull the skin tight black suit from your tired body, the leather feeling like a second skin as you gently remove it from your body. As the warm materiel comes off your skin, the cool night air hitting your bare skin. It's been a long night-- your latest heist went off without a hitch. The robbery was perfect, a clean getaway with your new favorite possession. A clear cut diamond necklace. You slipped in and out of the shadows like you always do, leaving only chaos in your wake.
The adrenaline still buzzes through your veins, but now, there’s nothing left to do but let the rush wear off. A nice glass of wine, a warm bubble bath and your faux fur blanket is calling your name. Curling up in your bed and forgetting about the outside world was all you wanted to do for the rest of the night. After your shower, you slip into a black lace two piece set and make your way towards your bedroom. Wine glass in hand, hair tied back and skin moisturized, you walk back towards your bedroom. But just as you begin to hang the suit up, the soft sound of knocking interrupts my stride. Three taps against your front door.
You freeze.
Who the hell knows where I am? You think to yourself. You are for sure that you slipped out without a trace from the heist. Your heart beats a little faster, a slow pulsing warning trickling down your spine.
There was only one person that could’ve potentially knew you location but… “That's not possible..” He wasn’t even around. Three. Little Knocks and a deep vibrato calls through from the other side of the door as you press your ear to it. “Kitty.” it speaks breathlessly. You gasp.
Gojo Satoru.
Spider-man.
You’ve faced him more times than you would ever care to admit, crossing paths in alleys and on rooftops. His mask hiding that arrogant smirk while you throw all your skill and wit at him. And he always beats you. Always. It’s absolutely infuriating—because you know what’s beneath that mask, you know the real Gojo. The real Satoru. He’s never just the hero, the do-gooder Spider-Man.
He’s always something more, something... dangerous.
He’s the man who’s spent more time in your thoughts than you care to admit. But tonight? Something’s off. You’re not sure what it is, but the knock—three solid raps on the door—feels too urgent. Too desperate.
You try to ignore it. Pretend like you didn't hear it. But your instincts won't let you. His heavy presence sitting on the other side, waiting patiently. The air was heavy with uncertainty and pain. Do not open this fucking door. You reprimand yourself. You don’t owe him anything. He’s your enemy. Your rival. You don’t have to deal with him.
But again, the knock comes. Three more taps, more frantic this time. Something inside of you shifts. Maybe it’s the way it feels like he’s not just knocking for the hell of it—maybe it’s the way it sounds like he’s reaching out for something, or someone, in a way that makes your gut twist.
You move before you can think it through, your hand already turning the doorknob before you even realize what you’re doing. You swing the door open, and there he is. Your Spider-Man. But not the confident, invincible hero you’re used to seeing.
His normally spiky white hair is matted down with blood, a trail of crimson streaking down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime from the streets. His iconic suit—the one that’s almost always perfect—is torn, shredded in places, as if he’s been through hell. His mask is gone, revealing a face twisted in pain, lips parted with shallow breaths.
He stumbles forward as the door swings open, barely managing to keep himself upright, and you catch a glimpse of the raw vulnerability in his eyes before he speaks.
"I didn’t know where else to go."
You should be angry. You should slam the door in his face, tell him to go crawl back to whatever hero group he’s part of and leave you out of it. You should remind yourself that you’ve spent years as Black Cat, battling against him, using your every ounce of skill to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, to get ahead.
But instead, you’re frozen.
You stare at him for a moment, processing the sight of Spider-Man broken, desperate for help, standing on your doorstep. The man who’s always made you feel inferior, who’s always been one step ahead, now crumbling in front of you as though you’re his last hope.
Your thoughts clash. You can’t help him. You shouldn’t help him. He’s your enemy. You know his secret identity, and he knows yours. Every time you’ve crossed paths, it’s been a battle of wits, a dangerous dance, one that always ends in defeat for you. You’re Black Cat. He’s Spider-Man. The line is drawn in blood.
But there’s something in his eyes that makes the usual anger and frustration dissolve into something... softer. Maybe it’s the way his shoulders are slumped, or the weakness in his voice. The vulnerability that you’d never thought he had. He takes a hesitant step forward, and you can’t help but instinctively step aside, making way for him to enter. You hate yourself for it. You shouldn’t do this.
He stumbles past you, falling to one knee as soon as he’s inside, his breath ragged and shallow. You watch him, heart racing for reasons you can’t understand.
“Shit, Gojo,” you mutter, your voice catching in your throat as you kneel beside him, almost against your will. “What happened to you?”
“I—” He hisses through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t... I didn’t think I’d make it. Thought it was the end this time. They got to me... some of the others—" He winces, his hand instinctively clutching at his side where a deep gash bleeds through his suit.
You feel a sharp pang in your chest, but you push it down.
“Stop talking, Gojo.” You grab his arm, helping him upright, guiding him toward the couch. “You’re bleeding all over my floor.”
He laughs weakly, eyes glazed with pain. “You’re not exactly a hero, pretty kitty. You’re not supposed to care.”
The words cut deeper than you expect, because they’re right. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t be helping him. You should be pushing him out the door and leaving him to fend for himself. And yet, here you are. Tending to him like he’s not the person who’s ruined your plans for years.
You pull his torn suit away from his wound, your hands brushing his skin with surprising tenderness as you assess the injury. “Who did this to you?” you ask, your voice low, cold. “Tell me, so I can make them pay.”
He lets out a ragged breath, eyes flickering with confusion. “Awe kitty. Sounds like you’re really starting to like me.”
You don’t look up, focusing on the wound as you start applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “I don’t. I’m going to kill them for making sure you come here and bleed out on my couch.”
His chuckle is weak, but there’s something behind it, a thread of something you can’t name. It feels too intimate. Too... real.
For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, the only sounds the faint rustling of fabric, the steady drip of blood onto your carpet, and the quiet, rhythmic breaths coming from his chest. You work in silence, knowing that every second you spend here is a second you’re walking a thin line—between enemy and ally, between Black Cat and Spider-Man. The distance between you, the walls you’ve built over the years, feels like it’s dissolving as you stare at him, seeing the man behind the mask in a way you never have before. It’s complicated. Dangerous. And yet, you can’t seem to make yourself walk away.
You should hate him. But... you don’t.
Instead, you just finish what you’re doing, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as you secure the bandages around his torso, your breath catching when your skin touches his. “Thanks,” he says, his voice strained but grateful. You don’t respond right away. You just... breathe. “You’re welcome,” you finally murmur, and the weight of that phrase settles between you, leaving the question hanging in the air: What happens now?
But for now, it’s enough to simply exist in this strange space between hero and villain.
Just for tonight.
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