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jason todd x black reader is so veronica and kev from shameless coded
#x black reader#jason todd x black!reader#jason todd x black reader#dc x black!reader#shameless#black y/n
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you can not convince me clark kent isn’t fucking filthy. the type of filthy to watch you cum and take like a strawberry and cover it in your cum and eat right in front of you.
(jason and bruce would prob do this too)
#black reader#black y/n#dc x black reader#dc x black!reader#clark kent x black reader#clark kent x black!reader#x black reader#superman x black reader#superman x black! reader
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lowkey missing writing so just might have to do some of the VERY old asks in my inbox, might be in my come back era 😝
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random thought but miguel taking viagra pills because he doesn’t believe that they work. so now he’s about 3 or 4 rounds in honestly you don’t know cause you lost count. just pounding into your cunt over and over again. you’re a babbling mess, desperately pushing your hands against his waist to try and get him to slowdown. he grabs your wrists holding them above your head, while he leans down and whispers sweet apologizes and compliments. “i’m so sorry baby” “i’m almost done” “you’re doing so good for me” “mi amor you looks so beautiful taking my dick so well”. he tucks his face into your neck and kisses it over and over again. reaching to his hair, your back arched and let out a loud sob. your mind goes blank as you shiver and shake coming down from your high. you open your eyes to see miguel staring at you, licking his lips. no words needed to be exchanged. you both knew you were in for a long night.
lowkey bad but i haven’t written in like a year so, trying to get my flow back sorry 😭
#black reader#black y/n#miguel o’hara x black reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#black writers
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so an anon left a message in my inbox about my chubby x knb reader fic, i wrote something along the lines of “if you ever called yourself fat, he would yell at you telling you’re beautiful” or something like that. to them it seemed like i showcasing fat-phobia. i would like to apologize if i ever offend any of my mutuals or reader with that comment. that was never my intention in the first place and i take responsibility 100% for it. as someone who is chubby, there are times i have called myself or felt fat so i was acknowledging an insecurity that some chubby people face. it was never meant to hurt anyone, if i write something like that fic in the future i will be careful to choose my words. i write for my readers to enjoy and love. i am deeply sorry to anyone if ever while reading my writing felt this way. if you do please let me know for the future, i love you guys all so much and love your support. so please please call me out for anything in my writing.
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it’s my motha-fucking birthday bitches!!!!!!
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i was the anon btw lol this was the reference i was talking about
LMAO OMG I REMEMBER THAT VIDEO lol oops i didn’t get the reference
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do you identify as black?
all day, everyday hun
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REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.
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HEYY i would really like to ask for a black!reader and aomine going on vacation together😼 if you could make that happen . I LOVE YOUR WORK FOR WRITING AB BLACK PPL
i just figured it would be so cute (and a little smexy too) 🙃
THANK YOUU
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
you both need some relaxation time. you both were stressed from work and desperate for each other. its been 3 weeks since you guys had sex and you both need to feel each other,to each other kisses. so that's why when aomine told you about the private beach resort you both were gonna stay at for the next week, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms and pepper his face with kisses. this week is gonna be amazing.
god everything was perfect, the room, the view. the room was on the actual beach, with a pool that flowed into the ocean. everything was so beautiful. you ran outside to look at the sun setting on the water. you yelled for aomine to come check it out but all his eyes could focus on was the way the sun shined against your brown skin. glowing so bright that it looked like you had gold shining from your skin. he fell in love all over again. he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. kissing your temple down to your neck, you giggled as he kept peppering your face with kisses. you turn around to look at him and look at him, you cup his face and pull him into a deep kiss. those kisses that take your breath away, the ones that make you feel like nothing else mattered and that it's just you two together. he wraps his arms around your thighs and picks you up carrying you to the bed. he walks to and lays you down on the bed and pulling away from you as he starts to kissing down your chest and stomach, stopping right before pretty panties. taking his time pulling them down your legs, leaving a trail of kisses down your legs before finally taking them off. aomine grips your thighs spreading them enough to get a perfect view of your glistening wet pussy. he uses two fingers to gently spread your folds before he swirled his tongue around your clit. you gasp at the sudden stimulation, your legs jolt to close but aomine pushes them back apart. “keep them open for me baby, i wanna make you feel good.” aomine groans into the side of your thigh, as he trails kisses back to your cunt. your nails find themselves tangling in his hair, the room is filled with your gasp and moans. as yet another orgasm hits you, shuddering and squirming away, aomine grips your hips pulling you close so that your hips connect. you whined as aomine pulled his boxers down to line himself to your cunt. pushing himself deeper into your pussy, you throw your head back and start to arch off the bed. aomine pushes your hips back down, “not yet baby, i'm just getting started” “dai, please” “ i know i know, i'm going to make you feel so good, i promise”. he leans down and pulls you into a deep kiss that makes you lose your breath. he didn’t need to promise to make you feel good, because you knew he always does. by his actions and affections towards you or the words he would whisper in your ear. you knew how much he loved just from the way he kissed you, and you made sure to return the feeling. wrapping your legs, his waist and his arms around your shoulder, yours around his. slowly pulling himself out and slowly pushes back in, aomine starts at a slow pace. slowly hitting that sweet spot over and over, your grip on his shoulders gets tighter and tighter. you both moan and gasp in between kisses, “you’re doing so good for me princess. i want you to cum for me, I know you can do it” as he starts quickening his pace, the sounds of skin slapping and your moans fill the room. throwing your head back, you let yourself fall into complete ecstasy with aomine not far behind. your body shakes as you complete your orgasm. finally coming back down, you realize aomine crashed on top of you. feeling the kisses he placed all over your face made you giggle. “hey beautiful, how do you feel?” “amazing” “good”. a comfortable silence falls between you two, aomine rolls on his back taking you with him and pulling you on top. staring into your eyes aomine says “you know i love you right? alway and forever y/n” you giggled and kissed his lips “yes dai i know, i love you always and forever too”
#knb x poc!reader#knb x black reader#black reader#black y/n#kuroko no basket x black reader#aomine x reader#kuroko no basket#aomine x black reader#black writers
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LOFT MUSIC
FT. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Stripper!Fem reader
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 3.2k
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: pwp, Ushijima’s inexperienced, Reader’s experienced, grinding, public(ish) sex, use of protection, use of petnames
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORDS FROM CHRIS: So this comes from Loft Music by The Weeknd. I feel like it fits Ushijima honestly bc of his personality and not really knowing how to let loose. So if you listen to the song while reading, you’ll understand it exactly what I mean :)
Ushijima wasn’t used to this. The blaring beats of loud music simmering through his very bones, the melding scents of marijuana, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke unashamedly striking his pure nose, down the flashing strobes only granting him a clear sight every few minutes. Routine was a concept he’d fallen in love with since his youth—and a loft party was far from his norm.
In those hazy moments of trafficking, all he knew was himself. All he knew was the very clothes on his back—a plain white tee hugging every curve of his chest with jeans he’d only wear when it called for. All Ushijima knew was the difference between him and everyone around him, all drunk off the cups in their hands and the joy circulating through their veins.
If there was one wish Ushijima had for the night, it was to embrace all he could without the self-shrouding fears.
Self-deprivation was one hell of an addiction, believing one deserves less than average treatment. It was this one hell of an addiction that had Ushijima by the very grips, resulting from based on his own selfish thoughts of self-entitlement.
Apart from him was the firm belief that he was better than what the world could offer, overlooking such places of recreation as a whole. But there was always that voice in his head chiding for that way of thinking, pushing Ushijima off the self-entitled high horse.
So as he wandered doe-eyed and curious through the cramped floor, there was one reiterated fact he couldn’t ignore.
He was better than most but not better than all.
That much was clear in his mannerisms; how he walked amongst the crowd, awkwardly mumbling poor excuses for apologizing, all lacking in his usual confidence. Nothing felt real to Ushijima at that moment, the raw essence of sonderous thoughts forming his astute state. So many different people surrounded him, so many different lives intertwining, and yet…Ushijima hadn’t breathed it all in for face value.
And it was through his sonderous state of mind that led him to you, mindlessly being pulled to the party’s main attraction. One of the many dancers hired for the night, you were the one that caught his eye—the only other spirit freed from the hindering influences. He was tantalized off how you moved, a slow rock to your hips yet concern pearling your eyes. It was that moment he wanted to free you, pull you into world of his so-called “fever dream”.
The glossy hues of a peridot green clung to every inch of you, shamelessly hinged on the tiny top holding at your bust. Such soft, supple mounds were barely protected by the thin string of the yellow bedazzled bikini top. He trailed his sights even lower, instantly gawking the loosely tied knots residing on either side of your waist.
From there, nothing held Ushijima back fully indulging in your presence, admiring the delicate hold you maintained over the metal pole. Intrigue couldn’t have been the only word to describe Ushijima’s exact feeling. Enthralled was better suited, especially with the dopey gravitation he’d found himself underneath.
His feet shuffled on their own, the fresh soles of new sneakers nearly toe-to-toe with the makeshift stage of a tabletop. It was at the very view of you that Ushijima experienced a foreign sensation breaking out across his body, a rush of heat supplied with a sweeping frigid wave. His heart raced beyond its limits and suddenly that’s all he can hear, the tempered pangs flooding his ears.
There was one other fact Ushijima discovered tonight, one only a sin-deprived man could realize: he needed to have you, one way or another.
It wasn’t even a sensation Ushijima could explain. The sudden urge to have the heaving hull of his chest smothered by your own, to have you sitting pretty atop his thighs with a teasing grin on full display.
He’s heard about it all in the movies and from friends, a lap dance being something to indulge in. Those large hands grip hard at his pockets, slender digits catching onto the thick fold of his wallet.
Though, if not for the grace of your awareness, Ushijima would’ve been there for hours clawing at his wallet for a single bill. Within two steps, you came face to face with your sudden admirer, leaning in close for a sense of privacy.
Broken gasps were solely what he could form in your presence, aside from the flickering stare he offered. The only thing able to break Ushijima’s trance was the sound of your voice, the words rolling off your tongue with ease.
“Do you want a dance or somethin’ ?”
A shameless nod fell from his head, paired with a shied hum for your ears only.
“Yes…please.”
A delighted smile came to your features at his brash confirmation. There was something simply adorable in the man before you, the dangerous blend of innocence and curiosity. Nothing more and nothing less. It was easy from that point on, slipping down from the table and into the dark abyss of the ground.
Standing at his side, everything about him changed in an instant. Suddenly, his build towered above your own, broad shoulders, burly arms, and a face for the charming. He’s taller, larger yet kinder than many, accompanied by a comforting aura.
You knew better than to dig, ask what a guy like him was doing in a place like this, asking for something he knew nothing of. Nonetheless, not a fiber in your being could deny him. You were already reaching out to take his hand before second thoughts could arise, leading him through the crowd once more.
“So, can I get a name or something you call you by?” you began, sending a sly glare to the straggling stranger.
“Ushijima, call me Ushijima.”
“Well, Ushijima, I’m Y/N and something tells me…you’re not used to this, are you?”
“W-What makes you think that?” he muttered, the hues of glossy peridot now marked with a worrisome glimmer.
All you can do is give him an assuring squeeze of your hand, thinking of the exact words to soothe the impulsive jolt of concern.
“You just got the look…and feel. But I dunno, makes my job that much more exciting fr’ me
You and Ushijima end off on a subtle smile, the curled ends of your lips speaking more than what could have ever been said. For what seemed to be an eternity to the backrooms of the loft, your hands never once slipped from each other, only breaking when the time called.
Upon the pulling of the velvet curtain, Ushijima’s eyes widened at the mere scene playing out before him. A small room stood before him, blackened walls with a rich soft carpet beneath his feet to match. Dimmed lights lined the ceiling, casting off the bed fit for two people.
At your every whim Ushijima had fell to, relinquishing all control to you. He was far from his element, that much becoming clear. He wanted to hide it all, the growing heat of reality breaking across his body. The highs of his cheeks prickled, his chest grew heavy with every breath, and embarrassingly enough, his hand seemed to melt with pebbling droplets of sweat.
But the second his back caved along into the bed’s headboard with you sinking atop of him, the sense of self Ushijima walked in was now replaced with one free of all worries.
It’s just as he imagined it, the perky mounds of your tits now smothered by the heaving hull of his chest. The supple curves of your ass sat all the more righteously on his lap. The tips of your nails traced along his limp arms, heat rising to meet your short-lived touch. Inches of space existed between you both, riddled with both hints of the natural and unnatural.
Ushijima didn’t know what it was he’d gotten himself into but, all he knew was one thing—he wanted more than just your company.
“Make yourself comfortable,” you hum, slotting your thighs beside his own “I’ve got you, Ushijima.”
With that, you brought your arms to encircle Ushijima’s neck in a gentle fold, keeping him close. Your hips picked up with a brushing grind along his groin, using the dense fold of the jean’s zipper as the best source for friction. Every so often you brought more and more weight to sit atop Ushijima, digging in just enough to feel the confined bulge rise beneath you.
His face was shot with red, the flustering hues of crimson illuminating his skin. Even underneath the white tee you felt him, the same heat compelling you to keep near. Your intentions were to move on with something different, but something about holding Ushijima like this entertained you even more. Though it was unspoken, it was clear he preferred you stay like that too.
He was subtle to a point, trapping the strenuous groans within his chest. His hips would jerk to meet the passes of your hips, the nudgings sinking through to your cunt past the thin covering of your g-string.
But you couldn’t have expected it, the large palms of his hands cupping your waist. There was no presence or desire of control in his grip, only the pure imbues of novelty.
Entirely, he wasn’t supposed to touch you—but god, did it feel nice? It was nothing you’ve experienced before, soft, kind, and free of higher influences. You could’ve melted into his hold, trusting that you’d let fate guide the night elsewhere.
His hands cupped at your tits, using gentle squeezes to pluck shushed whimpers from your lips. The pads of his thumbs drifted across the buds of your nipples and should he have the chance, you could’ve anticipated that Ushijima was just seconds from prying that top off.
You decided to muse him, tease him just enough to pull all he had to give to his cock. Your lips came to brush past his, settling only a peck before pulling away.
“This isn’t your scene, Ushijima. I can you’re different, too clean and too immature this type of lifestyle. You look like you have morals, something to live for. Better leave before you make a mis–”
“But I can handle it, I swear I can! I wanna—”
“I’ve heard it all. The only thing I can give you is a rush of lust. Don’t expect anything real from me.”
“What if that’s exactly what I’m looking for?”
Ushijima tugged at the knots lining your stilled hips, spilling the selfless whimpers to urge his plea. He knew there stood truth in your words, as much as he didn’t belong there, he knew nothing of what he was asking for. What would happen after? Would he leave and end it as if nothing happened? Would he still feel the way felt now—hungry and desperate for all of you?
All the questions he had sat with you, the answers waiting to be discovered. All he could do was offer you one final word of suggestion.
“Please?”
A giggle spilled from the depths of your chest, your hand breaking from its hold to cup Ushijima’s cheek. If that was what he wanted, you couldn’t help but oblige—leaving all else up to the stars in the sky for judgment.
“Then…you found the perfect girl for the task,” ending Ushijima’s words with the brash push of your lips. What began as polite grew to ruin, your tongue lacing around his own. The occasional clash of teeth was ignored, soapy spools of spit ran their course down your chin, and yet the addictive weight of his lips draws you in deeper.
There wasn’t a moment of delay in your touch, returning the kiss to Ushijima. Your fingers slid down between the soothing crash of your bodies, fidgeting with the clasp of Ushijima’s jeans.
His hips raised in assistance, the unruly denim being dragged down the thick of his thighs with his briefs in tow. A hiss cuts from behind his teeth, the nipping cold settling around the pink head of his cock.
Your digits unconsciously slid to his cock, the soft pads of your fingers ghosting along the pulsing veins. There’s a pretty sheen of pre-cum painting the tanned skin between your palms sweeping across the girthy expanse, sitting deliciously snug between your small hands. Every squeeze of your grip brings forth the pearly tears right from out the fluttering slit, drawing out silenced groans from Ushijima’s chest.
It’s a sight so pretty that your mouth can’t help but water, anticipation brewing at the pit of your tummy. Ushijima looks so innocent in your wake, glimmers of that same lustful curiosity fueling your own arousal. You couldn’t wait to see him crumble, eyes rolling back, and to lose all sense of composure within the smothering hold of your walls.
“You don’t have to hide it,” you croon, hands still honeying Ushijima’s cock with loose strokes. Your thumb settles over the thick head, swiping relevantly to smear away the onslaught of rousing tears.
The chills that run down his spine entice your eye, watching as Ushijima hid all his desires behind a crumbling straight face. You couldn’t help but ease his nerves, whispering a word of advice against his quivering lips.
“We can get it all out, just relax and enjoy yourself, ‘kay?”
Before you can look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes, he’s prying at the gold foil wrapper lost in his pants pocket, ripping the condom free. He placed the suctioning cling of the condom at the tip, rolling down the edges to sit at the base. Your fingers tug at the inseam of your g-string, the thin covering resting along your inner thigh.
The anticipation guides you through a drunken spree as you loom above his cock, your entrance splitting around the flushed crown. Each drop of your hips emits a trembling shake through your legs, your hand shooting to brace along his shoulders.
You knew better than to get ahead of yourself, leaving your pussy to sit halfway of his length. You haven’t even moved and the essence dripping from your walls already rains down to stain his cock sinfully.
“Shit, you’re so big!” you gasped, bringing your forehead to rest along the crook of his neck.
Ushijima hadn’t felt anything like it, the gummy yet suckling clench of your pussy. He can feel every twitch lining his cock, strumming against the veins in a dangerous beat. The shaky rise of your hips pulls at his being, the nerves brimming with a heat he’s never known.
He couldn’t even have begun to ignore how tight you were, fitting around him like a glove. His cock carves at your walls, making it that much easier for you to hold him in place.
It’s become even more of a vice to have you like this on top of him, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut and the tips of your nails decorating his skin in careful crescents of crimson. The beauty of you working so hard for him and yourself pulled at his heart, wanting to help bring you to an orgasm he had the honor of providing.
“Fuck!—Let me— I wanna do something…” Ushijima whispers out into the heavy air. The flesh of your ass is met by the digits of Ushijima’s hands, fingertips itching deep. Yet, not a notion in his mind could guide him from this point on. He’s clueless, creating a scene out of a need for power—just to provide nothing to either of your impending highs.
Your lips crowd at his neck, pressing spiteful kisses along the thumping pulses. He’s hot but it’s far from. It’s the embarrassment that simmers at his skin, something you’ve come to notice all too quickly. Pity graces your tongue as you speak softly, the slick words ringing in his ear.
“Cute, I just know that you don’t know how to please, Baby. But go ahead, I’ll let you try.”
Through the mellow sense of encouragement, As carefully as he could, he set you down onto his lap, leaving his cock to sit snug at your womb. A shrill squeal rips from your lungs, jolting from Ushijima’s thighs for a sliver of refuge.
“I-I can’t take it all! Fuck–Just give me a sec!–”
“Shhh, you can take it, Pretty. I know you can, that’s why I’m helping you, wanna see you cum all over my cock..kay?”
What you didn’t—moreover, couldn’t—have anticipated was Ushijima’s resilience, how he’d worked himself to the bone to make his words into a reality. He relied on the sounds of your voice and as his focus, sending his cock drag across your sweet spots. Your walls ghosted over his cock, seizing him in place as the waves of ecstasy flooded about your body.
When a sharp mewl spills from your lips, he knows he’s too deep, just striking what he’s learned to be your cervix. Yet when he brings his hips to a tilt with just the slow reeling of his cock, he knows that he’s grazing past by the different song falling from your mouth. It’s free of whimpers and pleas, replaced with a pacing urgency to reach a high.
So as you approach that envied high, Ushijima felt it all the same. How your breaths shift from long and drawn to short and tearful, your lips prancing about a pout to fit. Your nails dig deeper than they have before, slipping beneath his tee for a peace of mind. At the immediate flutter of your walls, that searing clench holds him so tight that he’s the one seeing stars.
What seemed to be the height of your orgasm, Ushijima couldn’t resist it any longer. Running from the soles of his feet was the sudden burst of pressure so heavy that nothing coherent could be formed at Ushijima’s disposal. The thick ribbons of white flooded the surrounding confines, drenching what space did exist within the condom in his scents.
Through the gathering breaths of both your lungs, you peered up at Ushijima, a burning question waiting to be unfolded.
“What do you have to say for yourself? Feel anything?”
Ushijima leaned back onto the bed’s headboard, hazy eyes of olive scanning you from head to toe. He’s, without inner conflict, his heart still yearning to be relieved while he had the chance. He only wanted to ask one more thing of you, praying that regrets would pass him by.
“Can…can we go again?”
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ツ TEXT W/ BOYFRIEND EREN …. ツ
eren x black fem reader (anyone can read)
enjoy :))
eren is your white boyfriend that only you can bully 😂
but you gotta make it up with a lot of kisses and cuddles :))
reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
this is my first time doing something like this, maybe might do more.
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Why I am just now finding out you write for hxh?
idk babes, it’s been on my masterlist. feel free to request something!!!
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Any more Muhammad Ali jr post? If not, could you do a yandere one where he is really trying to make his darling happy, but all she wants to do is get away from him. Like he could buy and (forcefully) take her on trips, but she tries to get away each time.
hii so um i don’t write yandere fics and stuff, it’s just not my style. i’m sorry. my moot @zyettemoon1800 write for this character and yandere i believe, so check out her work!!! it’s good
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as much as i love the knb request i get, that’s not the only show i write for, my loves you guys can request the other shows i write for too
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im pray you post these nasty fics soon! GIRL I NEED IT PLEASE!!! im weak in the knees for them and tag me too please
why did vulcan from fire force make my pussy throb when he took his mask off……
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