#black!fem!oc

[simplyzeeka]

Am I crazy? Should I do it? I've been thinking of cowboy Terry for a while now...

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Cover and collage made from canva.

[theereina]

@persethegawd @kimuzostar

Update: She is getting turned every which way but loose. Terry didn't lie. Dom!Terry is in full effect and giving "tears don't mean stop" energy, and Big Mama is losing her damn mind.

Listen, if it comes out today, it'll be LATE tonight. I hope not, but let's just say that my freaky ass thoughts got the best of me. I still don't know if the "scene" makes sense, but I'm too far in to turn back now.🫦🫣

I'm fighting for my life while writing part 7 of "Big Mama". My mind is moving faster than my hands, and my intrusive thoughts are whooping my ass.

If it wasn't apparent, the level of nastiness is...😈

This one might be more h*rdc*re than part 5 (Halloween Special). Terry is doing his big one this time.😝

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[blkgirlsreadfanfic2]

for fanfic writers and readers

as a black girl who loves a lot of different movies and shows, fanfic allows me to read stories that put me in the middle of my favorite things. however, fanfic often (unintentionally) excludes girls who look like me.

i am so sick and tired of reading a fanfiction and having to rewrite it in my brain because a character description immediately implies that the reader is white. if you don't know what i mean, here are some examples.

"your skin turned pink" or "you blushed": black girls and women with darker skin tones CANNOT blush. our skin does not just turn pink

"pulled your hair into a messy bun": my 4a hair cannot be pulled into a messy bun at random. i may be able to do a ponytail if i have braids in, and i might be able to tie it up if I have an old twist-out, but a "messy bun" is often not possible.

"he ran his hands through your hair": yeah...unless my hair is in a silk press (and an OLD silk press), that's not happening

there are a plethora of other examples that would make this post insanely long, so let me get to the point. there are very easy ways to make fanfic a bit more inclusive; all you have to do is tweak a few character descriptions. OR, put in your pairing or warnings that the reader is implied to be white.

and finally: please, please stop tagging your DARK fanfictions "xblack!reader." i am tired of searching for fluff under the black reader tag and finding non-con, dark themes, etc., ESPECIALLY when the fic ends up being for a white reader💀.

the goal of my page is to create a safe space for black girls who love reading fanfiction. i am only one person, so if you'd like to help, here are some ways to do that!

send me fics (preferably marvel and stranger things to start) that are with a black reader

comment some other things in fanfics that imply that the reader is white or that make the fic a little less accessible

REBLOG FICS BY BLACK WRITERS

[cardierreh15]

Can yall tag black artists/writers please? I wanna start following more and more of my peoples 🤎🖤🤞🏾

[redmambajatiri]

A pet snake

Dad!Tom Riddle x Mom!black reader

A/n: this is a modern au

“Thomas Marvolo Riddle!” I yell from upstairs in our daughter’s playroom. I look at our three year old daughter Claudia as she’s playing with a snake. “Imma kill him” I say to myself while watching the snake closely.

“Yes, doll?” I hear his voice from behind me. Without turning around to look at him I ask, “Would you like to explain why our three year old has an Adder snake wrapped around her” I then hear his footsteps, then see him next to me in the corner of my eye. “She wanted a pet snake and I couldn’t say no” I look up at him and then back at her “Tom that's a wild snake, not a snake you get from the pet store, she can’t even speak parseltongue yet”

“Snek fraeslis” me and Tom look in Claudia’s direction in shock. “Tom say something in parseltongue to see if she understands you” I tell him “Claudia ʃe” she looks at him before getting up and walking to us with the snake in her hands. “kaʃe fasi snek” she looks at me before putting the snake down and patting its head. “Come here sweetling” I say while squatting down.

Once I picked her up I put her on my hip before asking her “ how’d you get that snake?”, “walking with papa” she says while looking at Tom.

“Tom, why did you allow her to get the snake?”

“She wanted a pet snake” he said will shrugging

“Claudia sweetling you can have a pet snake just not this one, ok?”

“vuʃ”

“la serpiente es venenosa” Tom said

“We’ll get you a new pet snake that’s not venomous, ok?”

“Sí mami”

“Good now, Tom you’re taking that snake outside and when you’re done we can take Claudie to the pet store and get her a new one” I say turning to Tom and kissing his cheek before walking out of Claudia’s playroom.

“This is gonna be a long day” I think to myself

Translations:

Parseltongue:

Snek fraeslis-snake friend

ʃe-No

kaʃe fasi snek-drop that snake

vuʃ-why

Spanish:

la serpiente es venenosa-The snake is poisonous

Sí mami- yes, Mommy

[vqrtualheartss]

𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 1610 𝔁 𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓐𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓽

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

HEY YALL, so I made a lil drabble n stuff idk what else to sayy.

ALSO, my page is growing sm whatt😭. I love love love love love y'all, mwah. Like y'all don't know how it makes me feel thinking abt when I started this page, also sorry for the future heartache if y'all r not strong.

'Who's Aquaweb??' YOU. Click here for some info(more to come obvi)

Expect a song rec cause y'all know how much I like to incorporate music into my workss, I like that the song goes well alongside the fic, but its based off of Waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers

This doesn't apply to any gender

"It's for the better, just know it's for the better" Clinging on Miles' hand, the struggle in his eyes remained evident. Of course it were having to hold on to a whole person and police vehicle with weak web fluid, not to mention the emotional strain the current moments had on his heart.

"This cannot be happening, not when I haven't even found Miles"

"This can not be happening"

Nothing the father or son thought and said could've stopped the series of misfortunes for even a second. Because indeed, without a doubt, Miles' canon event was in process. What the Spider-Society, including yourself failed to decipher was that there were another crucial variable to Miles' canon: you.

"Miles you have to let me go"

The soft eyes you gave to him made the beautiful chaos seem mediocre. Be it the case that you had to be thrown onto a broken off bridge, Miles was going to make sure you were alive at least.

"I can do both, I can save you both"

Through his own peripheral he saw you shaking your head, tears dampening and streaming through the holes of your rubbed out mask. Since ever, you knew Miles had to ability to do great things. It wasn't something new when monitoring him for over 2 years now. But this, this whole thing was too much pressure for such a diamond.

"MILES"

Using her own strength, Gwen formed a shaky structure underneath the car.

Instantly, his head shot up to her, to Gwen. The gaze they both shared mocked the brief conversation between you two.

Whatever.

That was something you knew you could never achieve with him, that stare, that intimate, loving, beatific, blissful, longing stare.

"I don't want to do this anymore"

Immediately, your expression morphed from a slight saddened to wistful. Taking advantage of their ignorance, you snapped the thinning web fluid that held you to Miles. The web fluid that held you off the bridge, away from the deep waters below; held you living.

Blocking out the screams of terror and ache, you dived head first into the ocean, the last bit of air to ever enter your body escaping with a sigh.

Reappropriate arrogance. You know that you were nothing in that moment to Miles than a person in need of saving, not because he loved you, saw you as family or even a close friend.

I got the "I'm not gonna be here forever" talk yesterday and I feel sad like why are you gonna tell me that.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

DISCLAIMERS: * indicates 18+/NSFW content. all readers are described as having dark/darker skin than the character they are shipped with. reader is also described as having curly hair, braids or locs depending on the fic.

Moonknight

One More Time

Sprite (black!nymph!oc)*

Mosaic Whispers (black!fem!oc)*

Narcos

Tied Together*

Criminal Minds

Moon River*

The Mandalorian

Ambrosial

Triple Frontier

The Dead Horse (santi garcia)

[saturnville]

bad study habits.

pairing: will smith (bel-air, 2022) x black!fem!oc. summary: will invites his project partner (and girlfriend) over for a study date, which turns out more sensual than anticipated. warning: 18+ sensuality. reference: bel-air (2022). note: binge watched bel-air season 2 today and felt like writing. don't mind me.

Bel-Air Academy proved to be over the top each day of his attendance. Nothing seemed to top the luxurious enemies, great cafeteria food, and beautiful women, save for the ridiculous assignments given by the teachers of the institution. A six-page research paper with an accommodating tri-fold presentation seemed outlandish if his opinion was considered. And for his least favorite subject? Debauchery.

History was never his subject. Terrible was too harsh of a word to describe his skill set, however, disinterested seemed to be a more accurate portrayal. And the history of the United States was the farthest thing from his mind, especially with the woman in front of him.

Will typically had wonderful self-control; impressive for a young man his age. It went out the window any time she was in his presence. Tia. Her rich complexion and wide-tooth smile. Hair that swung in her face each time she lowered her head to focus on words her pencil scribbled upon a page. And the little huffs of frustration and moans of discomfort. Spiral.

“How are the dates coming, Will?” Her eyes met his. They were dark and tantalizing. By the teasing tone of her voice and the quip of her eyebrow, he knew she caught him lacking.

"Great," he said quickly with a small smile. "Just great." She hummed, unamused. His flashcards were blank and the lead of his pencil had yet to kiss the paper. She giggled.

"Bored?" she asked. Will nodded, "Very."

Tia sighed softly and pushed her notebook off her lap. A different approach would have to do. She bent over to place it on the table in front of the couch and sat up straight. She tucked her feet under her knees and placed her hands in her lap. "Active recall it is."

Will raised an eyebrow, "Active recall?" He leaned forward in anticipation. "I thought that was flashcards and stuff."

"You can do it verbally, too. Makes it a little less boring. I'll give you dates, and you tell me what occurred. Cool?" Will nodded. "Okay. 1788."

His eyes went wide. Tia tossed her head back with a hearty laugh. "Okay, I'll give you a hint. 3 people. Jay, Madison, Hamilton."

"...the Federalist Papers? Where they went on those long ass rants?"A smile graced his lips when Tia nodded. "You should slide a kiss my way as a reward." She raised an eyebrow. He raised one back. She tried to fight the smile on her lips but failed miserably, so, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. It proved to be unsatisfactory when he pulled her into his lap to replace the pillow that'd been there.

"Focus," she said sternly, shifting in his lap. He ignored the sudden pressure building up within him and nodded. His hands fell on her thighs. Tia cocked her head to the right, and his eyes fell on her elongated neck. Smooth and soft. Wrapped with two gold chains. Nefertiti and the letter W.

"I'm focused," Will reassured. Her hands dropped to his chest. His eyes followed. "Real focused."

"Document signed on July 4, 1776."

"The Declaration of Independence." Tia hummed in approval. "I'd kick yo ass if you didn't know that." Will rolled his eyes. His history buff of a girlfriend, "I'm already knowin'. Aye--where's my kiss?"

Tia twisted her lips, "You think imma kiss you every time you get an answer right?" Will shrugged his shoulders and pulled her body against his. "You don't have much of a choice, shorty." His lips were against hers in quick haste, which pulled a soft sigh from her.

"You know what." His lips broke away from hers and began to travel down her neck. "You tell me somethin' I don't know. How many people have to agree on an amendment to ratify the Constitution?" His large hands traveled up her thighs and around her waist. His fingertips toyed at the beads that poked out the top of her pants and tugged softly. Downward, his hands crept along the swell of her bottom. He squeezed. She moaned.

Tia's hand rested on the back of Will's neck, pushing him closer toward the sensitive skin at the base of her collarbone. "9 out of 13 states. T-two thirds m-must agree--Will."

"One more--when you gon' let me take you to bed?" The ghosting of his lips against the shell of her ear was all she needed.

"Now."

Right where he wanted her.

[crxssjae]

Moodboard of my female OC, Taleisha Gilbert, for my story, "Something About You". She haven't make an appearance yet, but when I choose a chapter for her, I hope it'll be good.

[simplyzeeka]

Episode.3 Season.1

Absolutely Astronomical

Trying to love

Wanna be free

So, God, tell me please

Is it in the stars

Warnings: MDNI!! Profanity, adult themes, themes of infidelity, grinding, mutual pining. Just... stars.

Summary: Some mistakes are unsolicited, but definitely preventable. But Syrae and Terry never really had the kind of control, have they?

A/N: Please excise any errors. Not proofread. Enjoy!! Anything in italics is a flashback

Rainy weather was always Terry's favourite time to decompress. He would usually just whip up a hot meal and enjoy it in front of a good mystery movie, or just paint something abstract on a fresh canvas, a new interest of his.

But sometimes, especially since meeting Amber, his ways of decompressing have changed… drastically. If he wasn't balls deep inside of her, best believe he worshipped what lied between the thick of her thighs with his face. Or sometimes, quality time was more than enough, even with non-sexual affection.

That was his plan after a long, exhausting day at work. The sudden cold weather had his body chilled, he wanted nothing more than to warm up with his wife.

Amber, a woman of bewitching beauty. Deep brown skin that glistened especially in the sun, a body so alluring that curved and rolled in every way he liked. Terry always believed he was lucky, because as beautiful as she was on the inside, her morals and values reciprocated with her external beauty.

She laid in a bathtub filled with foam and smelt of lavender. Candles lit on the side with a glass of wine in her hand. Terry almost didn't want to interrupt, but it's been a while since they spent time together since their short honeymoon.

“Baby.” Terry called out to her, softly as he walked towards the bathtub. He crouched down, his face close to hers. The faint of jazz music could be heard along with the pattering of raindrops on the windows.

“Hey lovey, didn't hear you come in. You okay?” Amber frowned, her moist thumb rubbed against the middle of his forehead, where his eyebrows dipped in a frown. “Tough day?”

Terry hummed, “Hmm, nah not really.” A simple answer, short and curt but Amber knew there was more to his sour mood. “Is this about Mike's birthday?” She asked softly, not wanting to add tension.

Terry's late cousin, Mike's, birthday was coming soon. His death still cause tremor in Terry's heart, despite it being years ago. While he tried to forget of everything that came with Mike’s death and Shelby Springs, that year will forever live in him rent free.

Terry simply nodded his head, exhaling a loud breath while his fingers thread through her braids and graze across her scalp. “Yeah, I’ma be okay though. Don't worry ‘bout me baby. How was your day?”

Amber smiled somberly, he wasn't okay but she wouldn't push him to talk about it. Amber got out of the tub, dried her body, and wrapped her body up with a robe. “It was… something. I have to leave for Singapore in a few days.”

“You have to go alone? I can pack up and leave with y-” Terry began before Amber interrupted him with a laugh.

“No baby, that's okay. You need to stay here and work, business seem to be booming lately.” She suggested before standing on the tip of her toes, leaving a amorous kiss on his lips.

Terry exhaled in rejection, scratched the back of his neck before he followed her to their bedroom. “Guess I'll have to cancel game night with the guys.”

“Uh-Uh. There is no need to do that lovey. Just get someone else to go with you.”

Terry lost concentration for a bit, watching her as she smeared lotion on the smooth of her legs, the robe slipped off her shoulder revealing precise ink work across her collarbone.

“Yeah, but I wanted my woman to go with me. I missed you, baby. Shit, I still do.”

Amber rolled her eyes playfully with a knowing smile. Terry had always been an affectionate person, despite his broody demeanour and the way he always seemed to be mean-mugging people, he had not once hid his affections from Amber. It made her heart soar time and time again.

“I know, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you when I get back.” She whispered, taking slow and calculated steps towards him. “But right now… I kinda want you to put me to sleep.”

Terry bit his bottom lip at that, his eyes glistened with a shine that Amber always brought to him. “Shit, don't gotta tell me twice, girl. Come here.”

Terry ended up going to the game night alone, and unfortunately for him, he was stuck as a third wheel. Rome cancelled at the last minute, so it was just him, Yosohn and his girlfriend, Isla.

The three opted for something simple, and while Terry was bored out of his mind, bowling seemed to keep him from mugging Yosohn and his girl from their excessive PDA.

He missed Amber, it's been two days since she left for Singapore and he already felt screws loosening in his head. “We about to play or not?” He snapped at the couple, causing infectious giggles to spur from Isla's chest as she detached her lips from Yosohn's.

“Damn let's get started ‘fore this man throw a ball at us.” Yosohn joked, which only fueled the shorter woman's laughter. Terry smacked his lips as they all got started on the game.

The games were tense as Terry and Yosohn played against one another. The bowling rank was full now, almost every single alley was taken with players. Terry was beginning to get a little overstimulated by the few drinks, loud music, the flashing of bright neon led lights and the game.

In dire need of a break, Terry called recess and went to the bathroom to recharge. The bathroom was minimalistic, rather boring. But hey, it was just a bathroom and the bowling alley was quite an old establishment.

He appreciated the soft scent of bleach and soap, the mirrors were spotless and the floors squeaked with every step he took. Terry stood by the sinks, watching his reflection in the mirror before splashing cold water on his face to get him out of his funk. Usually by now, he would have told Amber that his social battery was running low and he just wanted to lay up under her for the rest of the night. But she wasn't here with him, and going home was not an option for Terry because she wasn't there either.

Reluctant to rejoin the couple, Terry slowly stepped out of the bathroom, eyes on the ground before a nostalgic fragrance of jasmine and honey, and maybe a small hint of… he couldn't really put his finger on the last scent, it didn't matter though, because what brought a smile to his face was an all too familiar person seemed to be in his presence, for the first time in weeks.

“Syrae?”

Terry did opt for finding out, would be hard not to when she enticed him in the way that she did. Must have been that stripper shit she learned at the club.

“I'm telling you, I would've made an amazing politician.” Terry laughs, staring at the dark-skinned beauty with a smile from across the table of a cheap, local diner.

Stark colours of red, yellow and orange painted the walls, tables and booths as Syrae sipped on her vanilla Milkshake. “I just don't see it. You look like you don't got the time for bullshit.” Syrae shrugged her shoulders.

“I don't, but I love being dependable and inventive. And politics seems to be the perfect place to do that. ‘Specially with how shit be going down here.”

He seemed ambitious, versatile too. Syrae loved that about anyone, but knowing that Terry was all this made it harder for her to keep her wandering thoughts at bay. “Hmm, somethin’ tell me owning a workshop wasn't in your books?”

A steady observation, Terry didn't talk about his shop like he spoke about his past ventures. The light in his eyes seemed to dim only slightly and Syrae was not sure if it was the journey to how he got here… or the destination that had him frustrated.

“That somethin’ might be right.”

Syrae hummed at his short response, she could read a room, but Terry did not seem to want to be read at the moment. Perhaps they could leave that for another time.

“Well I know how that feels.” Syrae sighed before she raised her half-empty glass. “What's life without a little fuck ups?”

Terry laughed at that, appreciating the deflection a little like she appreciated the sound of her melodic voice, or the sight of her smile. “Not a damn thing, Indigo.”

“Syrae.’ she interrupted with a small scrunch of her nose. “My real name’s Syrae.”

It suited her, much more than the name Indigo and it seemed to piece her together. “Hmm, nice to meet you. Syrae.”

“I'm sure it is.” and so the banter continues.

��Terry, I'm convinced you followin’ me now.” The shorter woman crossed her arms over her chest. She had jeans that fit just right, before flaring wide below her knees. A sage green dress, which stopped mid-thigh and was decorated with some glitter. There was a knot tied around her neck from the dress, covered by the jacket draped over her shoulder.

It was a simple outfit, so so simple. But Terry couldn't seem to understand why he felt butterflies breaking pit of their cacoons at the way she looked. Maybe it was the glasses on her face, he always had a thing for women in glasses. Or maybe the soft of her features, plush lips, thick brows. Fuck, it could've been the accent, one that did nothing to soothe the resolute thumping of his heart.

“Cockiness gets you nowhere Rae.” Syrae rolled her eyes at that, although her heart galloped at the nickname. Since finding out her real name, he has been calling her that freely and she would not be one to stop him, it sounded good coming from him.

“But nah, I'm kinda stuck third-wheeling my friends.”

Syrae winced, “Same here, actually.”

“But wait I got a reason to be alone, you don't. Where your lady at?” She asked curiously, although the mention of Terry's wife felt like a small slice to her gums, a feeling she quickly blinked away.

“Went away for work, Singapore.” Terry answered proudly. Amber was such a hard worker and she deserved every single petal on the flowers she received. “Who got you third-wheeling though?”

“My friend, Broisa and her… partner?” Syrae hesitated, not even sure if Gage was Broisa's boyfriend. Terry picked up the hesitation and laughed in understanding.

For a while he stood silent, eyes darting from her face to the floor then back to her face. Something about her features made it too hard for Terry to stare too long, yet it seemed like his brain pined for another look at her. Syrae had her natural hair out this time, perfectly coiled in a way that they bounced everytime she moved. Terry couldn't help but wonder just how long she spent on her hair every day. Was it hours and hours on end, or had she gotten so used to the routine it was sort of a habit to her? Did she need help? What products did she use?

“Well, you could join me… and my friends.” He began, pointing behind him, where Yosohn and Isla stood. “If you want.”

Syrae raised a brow, took a peak around Terry at his friends in question. “Hmm, if I want…” A mumbled retort. Syrae couldn't find a reason to decline, a reason she was so desperate to find because being near Terry just felt like torture at times. The man was naturally intense, and even without trying, everything he did was just inherently seductive, it made her want to lose all sense of her morale and give into whatever the stupid dragonflies in her stomach told her.

“That don't sound like too bad of an idea, I just gotta let me friend know though.” She explained, eyes trailing back to Terry's.

“You do what you gotta do, I'll be right over there.” Syrae nodded at his response, turned slowly and walked to where Broisa and Gage sat lip-locked, engaged deeply in each other than getting their money's worth.

Syrae walked meticulously to Terry's booth, an extra set of footsteps rushing behind her, wanting to so desperately know what the man who constantly occupied Syrae’s mind and conversation looked like.

So it happened that Broisa couldn't keep her mouth shut and yapped away Syrae's business to Gage. Now Gage was into Syrae’s tea and just as invested as the woman at his side. Syrae warned them both to not do anything that would compromise her's and Terry's friendship, or put them in an uncomfortable position.

“Hey, Terry. I'm back.” She announced. She noticed how the other two turned to her with brows raised and backs straightened. They were alert, something she couldn't necessarily fault as she was a random person to them, one who came with two more people towing behind her, and Broisa and Gage didn't look like the friendliest batch of people.

“My friends decided to come along, hope y'all don't mind an extra triplet.” She smiled nervously, watching as Gage protectively stared down the other three which were seated. “Yeah, hope y'all don't mind.” Gage couldn't stop himself from repeating, trying to seem intimidating.

Syrae couldn't help but to slightly roll her eyes, being used to Gage's antics by now, she knew it was only a matter of time until he started some shit like this, which she found hilarious because he was much smaller than the two.men he was trying to intimidate.

While Yosohn was a little lanky, he had Gage beat by height. Terry… well, Everything about Terry was big, surely a man that size should be able to knock some sense into people?

“Gage, hush.” Broisa reprimanded him, before smiling over at Terry, a little bunch of constellations in her eyes as she began to understand perfectly well why he insisted on his career at being an eight-track athlete in Syrae's head. “We hope we're not intrudin’?” Broisa continued, her smile getting a little too wide to keep at bay.

“Don't worry bout it. Isla, Sohn. This is Syrae, Broisa and… Gage?” Terry introduced before he turned to Syrae. “This Yosohn and his girlfriend, Isla.”

It was only then that Yosohn's eyes widen slightly in realisation. He connected Syrae to the club after a while. Yosohn has never seen Syrae up close, only ever seen her on stage, he hasn't really gotten the opportunity to see distinct features. Yet all this was masked by confusion, he didn't understand why Terry would invite Syrae here, a stripper who gave him a private dance. There couldn't be any good that came from this.

“Hey, nice to meet y'all.” Isla smiles, relaxing a bit at knowing that Terry knows them, well one-third at least. Syrae and Broisa return the sentiments, smiling awkwardly as Yosohn and Terry stare Gage down, the smaller man still not backing down.

Terry shook his head, then let out a small chuckle before directing the two women to take a seat in the booth.

After a few drinks, the tension was long forgotten and the group of six laughed at anything and everything. Yosohn had fallen a total of four times trying to throw a bowling ball, and that alone still had Syrae clutching her stomach.

Okay, so maybe they had more than a few drinks. And that meant that Terry and Syrae shared more than a few lingering stares, which luckily, nobody was sober enough to notice… at least they thought.

“I thought games weren't your thing.” Terry begins unsolicited conversation, focused intently on how Syrae swirled her straw in a tall glass of a purple glittery drink. A Nebula Blast she said it was. One fuckery of a drink because just like it's name, she began seeing galaxies in Terry’s eyes. A gazillion of shooting stars just waiting to make her dreams come true.

“They not.” She shrugs, a small smile on her lips before she wrapped her lips around her straw, Terry following the movement intently, inviting him to lick his own. “But free food and drinks are, and I needed this time out.”

“And why's that?.” His eyes didn't move from her mouth, especially not when her tongue peaked to catch the slight residue on her tinted lips. The muscle left a small trail of glitter and her full lips couldn't have looked any more enticing.

“I just wrote my last exam, and submitted my assignment. Kinda going through college burnout. Needed this real bad.” She lifted her half-full glass, the alcohol having already been too much for her that it forced her to sip much slower. How much Vodka did they put in this?

“Hmm, bet you did. You nervous ‘bout results?” Terry asked, taking a swing of his own rum and coke, a bad idea for someone as lightweight as Terry.

Syrae shook her head slowly, “Not really. I worked my ass off for these exams. But I'm still a little shaky… don't know ‘bout nervous though.”

Syrae yapped away about each exam she wrote, the difficulty of each and how she felt after writing. Terry listened, nodding along with a few interjections here and there.

It wasn't long until the other four felt a little bored at the bowling alley. Broisa wanted to go somewhere a little less… family friendly so she could get wasted and act accordingly with no children around.

Claiming that there was a nightclub not too far from the bowling alley, Broisa convinced everyone else to walk together instead of catching different rides to a place that's less than thirty minutes away.

Syrae was thankful of the recommendation, after downing the rest of the toxic drink, she had started feeling a little dizzy, and the cool night breezes did enough to calm her down and gather her breathing, temporarily ceasing the churning in her stomach.

But she was extra conscious of the fact that Terry was right next to her as they walked down the sidewalk, the other four goofing off further away in front of them. They managed to hold conversation, as always, a little sprinkle of banter did just the job in being confused as flirtation in Syrae's drunken state.

She kept up though, barely crossing another line. They were merely grazing it out of anticipation. By the time they made it to the club, Syrae had calmed down a tad bit. Terry, on the other hand, was still feeling the effects of the three glasses of rum, because now floating notes of music morphed into bright orange monarchs. They fluttered and diffused into his stomach, creating a surge of warmth when he felt the cool skin of her back as he led her through the entrance of the club.

It was loud, so loud that Terry and Syrae were beginning to question if they should have agreed on coming here. Broisa immediately enjoyed the vibe and hopped to the dance floor with Gage. Syrae and Terry followed Yosohn and Isla to the bar.

Syrae orders a water for Terry and herself, makes him drink as she remembered that he couldn't hold his liquor. Consciously, Syrae knew that a night out with Terry while being inebriated couldn't have been a good idea. Being out with Terry in such a casual setting, a comfortable one at that, was a bad idea in general.

It didn't take long for everything to catch up with Syrae, and then suddenly her need for fresh air was too palpable to be ignored. She excuses herself from the three friends, claiming she was just going outside for a while.

Now stood against a wall at the back of her nightclub. An unlit blunt in one hand and a hot pink lighter in the other. She stared at the ground mindlessly, periodically flicking her lighter. Maybe she should just cut off this budding friendship with Terry, there was no way he didn't feel how she did, which made it worse because…Terry was married. Fuck he was married and the thought along brought a pissing migraine to her head.

The music echoes perfectly from the club, only mere vibrations could be below her feet, which was long ridden of her heels. They sat comfortable on the floor next to her feet. Syrae exhaled loudly before placing the tip of her blunt in her lips before lifting her hands on the other end, flicking the spark wheel a number of times waiting for a flame.

Until the sudden sound of the back door opening suddenly, then out came a Terrence Richmond with his natural mean mug on his face. Syrae straightened off the wall abruptly, whipping the blunt off her lips. “Fuck, Terry. What the hell?” She muttered, exhaling a sigh of relief.

“You were out here for too long, thought somebody took you.” He explained, stepping a few steps to close, she could tell by how the hint of old wood and cocoa butter invaded her nose. “I'm good, Soldier.” She laughed softly, putting the blunt back in her bag.

Terry merely hummed. He got a few more drinks, in an attempt to wash away the thoughts of Syrae and all the feelings she brought. She weighed on his head heavily and intoxicatingly. Kind of like the alcohol did. “Wanted to see that for myself.”

Syrae hummed, looking up at his eyes. She shouldn't have, but she did, and now she couldn't look away. She couldn't help her wandering eyes. How they traced the intentional streaks of each contour on his face, the thickness of his neck, broad shoulders, one's she'd always thought would be a perfect place for her legs. Thighs or calves, it didn't matter.

He was wearing a black turtleneck, one that hugged his body in ways that had Syrae imagining raking her nails across his skin. His jeans were a bit loose, but when he sat or flexed just enough, the thickness of his thighs could not be hidden from the stretch.

“Why you got your shoes off? There's broken bottles down here, Rae.” Terry frowned at that realisation. Instinctively, he stepped even closer. Terry crouched on his feet and tapped three fingers on one of Syrae's ankles, coaxing her to lift her foot. “Terry, my feet fine. Ain't no need to do-” She was interrupted by a sigh.

Terry looked up from his crouched position, fingers just barely grazing the smooth skin above her ankle. His face remained neutral, as if he were telling her he wasn't taking no for an answer. Syrae let out a sigh of her own, her shoulders sagged and she lulled her head to the side before raising her foot.

Terry lifted it slightly higher, causing her to push the middle of her dress downward, as to not expose herself. He gently inspected the underside of her foot, swiping away the small rocks and pebbles indented in her heels.

He does the same for the other foot, however this time, it was much slower, much more intentional. That much was obvious by how Terry kept his slightly hooded eyes on her eyes, while massaging away at her heels. “Terry.” Syrae warned softly, her lips feeling a bit more dry than earlier and suddenly, she saw small dots of sparkly gas floating around her.

“Hmm?” He wasn't listening. His hand travelled lightly up her legs as did his gaze. He slowly raised from his crouched position the moment. Syrae's leg rested on his hip as his large hand held her leg up. “Terry.”

Syrae attempted at warning again, this time a little louder. Her hand reached for his, attempting to push it away from her burning skin, yet her fingers worked their way underneath the hem of his sleeves. Stiletto nails grazing his skin when Terry stepped further between her legs. “Syrae.”

She held in a whimper, the other hand that rested on his shoulder was supposed to push his body away, instead, it gripped at the defined muscle and slowly travelled to the curve of his neck. “Terrence Richmond.” Syrae moaned, in sheer desperation, because at least one of them had to have control, and surely wouldn't be Syrae. “I'm here.” He retorted, their faces so close he can taste the glitter and stars from the Nebula Blast on her breath. He just needed to kiss her, one kiss. Then he would see a supernova.

She shook her head, their noses budging at the movement. “Uh uh. We not ‘sposed to be doin’ this, Terry.” She whispered against his lips. Terry only nodded his head, managed to hold off from swallowing her gasp when she felt his obvious excitement against her ruined panties.

“You stoppin’ me?” A question that held so much power, because was she stopping him? Did she have the willpower to stop any of this? Syrae began questioning herself, trying to find resolute… until Terry angled his hips so perfectly, then ground them right against Syrae's pooling heat. Her mouth fell open and her eyebrows pinched between her forehead. “Hmm, baby? You gonna stop this?”

She should, she really really should. Because Terry could fuck her life all the way up, he already was and he's barely done anything. “Fuhh.” Her words fell short when she felt his pulsating bulge grind mind-numbing flutters to her swelling bud. “Hmm, look at m- Syrae. Look at me. You gon’ st-”

He was talking too much. Syrae held the back of his neck and pulled his lips onto his. And fuck if her heartbeat didn't go calm. She felt herself sag against him.

It took a while for them to register their affection. But when Terry reeled in, he kissed back, their heads moving leisurely in opposite directions as their minds took the lead. Syrae heard pops in her ears, mostly from the abuse of pressure Terry offered between her legs.

His hips moved so slowly, it's as if he was trying to serenade a confession of love from her heart straight through her body and out her pussy with her drowning essence. And she would tell him a million times, how it was his.

Terry moans against the kiss, the monarchs in his stomach cease the fluttering, as did the dragonflies in Syrae's. As if they've kissed noses, called a truce. Everything felt like an end of soul searching, like the two haven't reached true content in life until that very moment.

Syrae felt familiar and foreign all at once. But above all else, she felt like serenity. The kiss brought nothing but tranquillity and a surge of need. Terry wasn't sure if he particularly enjoyed the taste of Nebula Blast and glitter on her lips or the small hint of the cherry candy that Syrae always said she loved. It didn't matter because it was Syrae.

But Terry was wrong about one thing. Syrae's kisses didn't make him see a supernova. They made him see fucking galaxies.

A/N: I did that??? I did that for real? I'm so proud of this part, although it seemed like there's a lot going on, it's my favourite because it highlights a theme I've been wanting to include. If you haven't noticed, it's astronomy! Not the entire concept perse, but it's a lot of stars going on.

There's was a very, very subtle hint at how the story's gonna end in the chapter. It's so miniscule I doubt anyone will notice it lol. This song is what inspired me to write, because I was a little blocked chilee

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Thinking about the time I was trying to write a mk2021 fic where it was Bi Han x black!fem oc that involved reincarnation that I ended up semi scrapping.

Pretty much her death would’ve been one of the main catalyst in him killing Hanzo and his family(Hanzo didn’t kill her, but Bi Han was led to believe he did by Shang Tsung). She gets reincarnated into the modern era where she ends up helping out Sonya and Jax. She does have visions about her past life, specifically where she’s with Bi Han, but she chalks it up to it just being dreams. There also would’ve been a weird love triangle with him, her and Cole Young lmao. It would have required me to rewatch the movie which I’m not interested in doing at all lmao. I might work on it in the future but idk lmao.

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Drunk In Love

My first ATJ One Shot ❤️ I am manifesting for him to leave grandmama soon 🙄 Anyway, Enjoy ❤️💋

Side note: Yes this is based off of Beyoncé’s song. If youn’ like it, kick rocks barefoot ion care. 🐝

I do not give anyone consent to copy, repost and/or translate my work!!!

Warning 18+: SMUT‼️ Intoxicated Sex , Masturbation (Male Receiving) , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Doggy Style , Public Sex , Dirty Talk .

Pairing: Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Kensley (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A Drunk lovebirds have a little fun in the men’s restroom.

Word Count: 3.8K

Song: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé ft. Jay-Z

She stood in front of the mirror, with the sink held tightly in her grasp to keep her balance. Just a few minutes before, she had emptied all the contents in her stomach due to her excessive drinking. She was such a fool, listening to her boyfriend. She was just trying to play his game and prove a point that she could hang with him when it came to throwing back a bottle.

But he proved her wrong, as he often did.

Sniffing hard and clearing the disgust that sat in the back of her throat, she spit the taste of barf into the sink and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

‘Kensley? You good in there baby?’ He shouted over the booming music outside, knocking on the door.

She kind of wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him that this was all a bad idea and that he won this open bet. But she had her wits about her, even though she was still somewhat drunk. How would he know?

‘I-I’m fine Aaron-’ She hiccuped before her body shuddered at the familiar queasiness. ‘I’m OK baby! I’m just f-fixing myyyy make upppp!’ She said in a slurred manner.

And that she did. She pulled out her lash spoolie and fluffed them out before going over her pretty lips with brown liner and clear lip gloss. To seal the deal, she popped some tic-tacs in her mouth to combat the awful smell of tacos she’d regurgitated just a few minutes before.

‘Hurrry up sexy! I miss yooou!’ Aaron whined on the other side of the door.

A silly drunken grin spread across her face before she carefully pushed herself from the aid of the counter. Kensley stood there for a moment as her world danced around her violently. She groaned in despair, ‘Focus… just… walk.’

That should be easy right?

Putting one step of the other, she didn’t realize that she was walking in this awkward flamingo-like way. Had anyone else been in that bathroom they’d call her out for looking stupid as hell. But when she made it to the door, she sighed in relief before allowing her body weight to push it open.

On the other side of the door, was her hunk of a boyfriend, Aaron. He was leaning up tall against the wall with heavy, dark blue dilated eyes. When he laid his eyes on her, a sinister grin graced his face; revealing the fangs his smile possessed. The red lighting in the bar caused him to look more like the devil himself.

She’d even almost mistaken his curls for horns.

‘Theeeere you arrre, princess.’ He purred as she damn near stumbled into his arms. His large hands instantly grabbed her rounded face and brought her face up to his to meet him in a disgusting kiss. Their mouths were wide open for their tongues to explore and make room. She moaned into his mouth as her hands wrapped around his wrists for stability. Otherwise, they’d both be on the floor.

Gently pulling away with her lip gloss and liner completely ruined and now plastered on his face, a whiny giggle came from her lips.

‘Mmm.. I taste those tacos from earlier… and a shit ton of tequila… you did it—’ Damn that voice was making her weak in the knees already! ‘Didn’t you?’ Her face was still in his hands.

An exaggerated gasp slipped from her lips and she instantly clutched her chest. ‘Diiiid whaaaah? I wen’ to freshen uppp, Aaron. I had to peeee.’ She lied, running her tongue over her lips. ‘You have my lip gloss on your faaace.’ She giggled and reached up to rub the sticky substance off of his clean shaven face.

Aaron never let go of his hold but instead leaned in closer and did a close examination on her big brown eyes that were shining in the red hue. He glared into them, searching for a sign. And as soon as she shaky pupils glanced to the left, he let out a loud yelp.

‘AH!’

The outburst scared the shit out of her. ‘Aaron!’ Kensley snatched her body away from him and hit him with her crossbody purse. ‘You scared me!’

‘I knew it! I fucking knew you were in there puking your little heart out! Face it my little deceiver– you can’t hang with meee.’

Kensley did her damndest to hold her weight up. She folded her arms across her chest as her heavy head fell to the side, ‘How you’know?’

‘You think your tic-tacs are doing enough justice? You know I’m good with my tongue.’ He smirked.

That he was.

His large hand instantly grabbed hers out of her fold and gently pulled her into his embrace. ‘Are you gonna give up now?’ His free hand went behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass; his fingertips slightly teasing at the silky thong that protected her pretty pussy.

She whined at his delicious hold and brought her bottom lip between her teeth, ‘Wha do I get if I give up? I’m not a quit-ter!’

He glanced to the side in thought before his face scrunched up in a playful manner, ‘Baby you already lost the bet. It’s not up to you about what you get now.’

Kensley rolled her eyes so hard she thought they’d never stop rolling! She reached up to rub her eyes with her fists, completely disregarding her lashes. Even after that, her eyes still had trouble focusing on the man in front of her. ‘Wha do you get then?’ She pouted.

Aaron raised a brow as he sucked his lips into his mouth, sizing his woman before him. ‘I can think of a few things.’ He leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘If you’re up for it.’

I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'

Why can't I keep my fingers off it?

Baby, I want you, na-na

Why can't I keep my fingers off you?

Baby, I want you, na-na.

There it was again, another fucking bet. She wasn’t about to lose this one. It didn’t matter what great lengths she had to go. She was going to make him eat his words.

‘Another bet babyyy?’ She groaned and rolled her eyes again, this time a little softer. ‘Wha is ih?’

That same dark smile returned to his face and his gaze darkened once more. If he’d been a stranger, she was sure he would've freaked her out. But she always gave into that glare. She could’ve been in the middle of saving the world but that look always sparked something deep within her that she could never control around him.

He took her small hand and guided it down to the zipper of his jeans and palmed it there. He was semi-hard. A warning or a welcome?.

A childish gasp came from her chest as she covered her lips with her free hand and looked around in worry. ‘Aaron! Here? Now?’ But that didn’t stop her from squeezing it gently in her grasp.

Letting out a quiet hiss, he licked his lips and groaned softly, ‘Of course not here baby…’ He turned his head towards the men’s room and jerked it towards the door.

It was in this moment where Kensley was sure she was sober as hell. ‘But there's nothing but men in here babe. What if someone hears us?’

There were only a handful of chicks in this bar and all were way too wasted to even get up and go pee. Anyone would think to go into the women’s bathroom but no, Aaron had other ideas.

‘And if they do? So?’

Her mouth fell slightly to speak but she was too stunned! She couldn’t lie, she was pretty turned on right now. ‘OK wha-’

Aaron let out a loud huff and scooped her up with his arms beneath her ass.

Kensley squeaked as she felt herself being lifted up in the air without her own accord. Her crazed drunken eyes searched the room to see if anyone was watching this but nope. They were too involved in their conversations, the music and drinks.

He kicked the swing door open. She was met with the strong stench of piss and the same eerie red lighting. He carried her all the way to the handicap stall where he knew they’d be able to utilize the space there better. Then, he gracefully placed her down before she regained her balance in her spaghetti strapped heels. He turned to pull the stall door close and locked it.

We be all night

Last thing I remember

Is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club

Drunk in love

We Be ALL NIGHT!

Only the sound of speakers bamming against the walls could be heard in the restroom. Other than that, pure silence between the two.

Turning around to face her, she instantly froze in his gaze. He eyed her like a piece of meat and honestly, she was feeling that. The desire to feel like prey instead of the predator for once. His bright blue eyes began to journey from her gorgeous face, to her breast, chubby torso, those widened hips, those yummy thighs, her legs and finally her toes.

Kensley squeezed her thighs together.

‘I knew this dress would be a bad idea.’ she giggled drunkenly and took a step back as he took a step forward. It was a black short bodycon that was cut low at the cleavage to reveal the peaks and valleys of her supple breasts.

There was no way he’d be able to resist her all night with this on.

Then I fill the tub up halfway

Then ride it with my surfboard

Surfboard, surfboard

Grainin' on that wood, grainin'-grainin' on that wood

I'm swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that,

Big body been servin' all this

Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good (Hahaha)

‘Oh? Is that so?’ He asked as he began to undo his belt.

‘Ye-yeah!’ She swallowed as she did her best to play her part and not giggle. ‘I mean look at you… You’re a mess!’

A scoff rumbled in his chest as he took another step forward. ‘Not as messy as you’re going to be.’

‘Aaroonnn!’ She whined once more.

‘Mmm. Keep saying my name like that baby.’ He hissed at her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

She glanced down to see his now very hard member being held by the prison of his pants and boxers. She shuddered, stepping back once again but this time squeezing her thighs together as she did so to ease that tingling between her thighs.

‘Aarooon.’ She purred out.

He let out a gentle groan and stopped in his tracks. His head fell to the side before bringing up his hand and motioning his index finger towards himself.

At his command, her legs moved before her brain could process it. Sounds of her heels clicked upon the tiled floor, closing in that space between them both. One hand reached up to grab the side of her face while the other gently wrapped around her throat.

He forced her gaze on his. Aaron leaned in, his pointy nose grazing over her wide one as his eyes glanced down to her parted lips. They looked so damn soft. Still somewhat sticky from all the kisses and the lip gloss. He wanted more. So he obliged.

I want your body right here.

Daddy, I want you right now.

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty.

Daddy, I want you.

Kensley didn’t fight him one bit. She loved the slow burn when it came to their sex. Her lips burned with a fever that could only be cured by the taste of his. And when their lips finally met, she damn near melted in his hold. She hummed against his tongue as she reached down between the both of them and peeled the hem of his boxers down along with his jeans.

She didn’t hesitate to grab the warm member that instantly heated up her palm and began to massage it slowly.

Aaron ripped his lips away before letting out a shuddered ‘Ohh.’ And resting his forehead against hers. ‘Fuck.’ He begged.

Her grip on his tightened a little further as she pushed and pulled at him. Then, she used her other hand to grab his droopy balls. He tensed up at the sudden sensitivity, causing his grip around his throat to tighten just a little. She didn’t mind though, in fact, it only encouraged her to kick it up a notch.

Pulling her hands away, she backed up from his grip gently and placed a teasing peck beneath his jaw line before dropping to her knees. His gaze followed her every movement. A small smirk quivered on his face as she made herself comfortable on that floor. He watched as she strategically pulled her goddess braids up into a ponytail. The man was practically going nuts with the thought of feeling her hot mouth.

Once done, he watched her place kisses over his thighs before using the flattening of her tongue to lick from beneath his balls and then up his uncut shaft. ‘Aah.’ Aaron sighed out as his pretty blue eyes fluttered close and his head fell back.

‘Jeez—‘ he sputtered

She didn’t take her time tonight. She instantly wrapped around the tip of his dick and began to suck as if her life was on the line. The taste of saltiness tickled at her tastebuds. He never tasted so damn good.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he let out a string of curse words while the love of his life devoured him whole. Bobbing her head up and down as she fumbled and toyed with his balls, just edging him on further. Every once in a while, Kensley would force him to the back of her throat gargle her throat and gag up for him.

At this point, Aaron was a moaning, shaky mess. And she was covered in her own slimy sticky spit. Grabbing her ponytail tightly, ‘Hold still baby. Fuck!’ he began to thrust his hips forward into her mouth as she stared up at him with those pretty full lashes. ‘Fuuuck baby I love that pretty mouth.’ He groaned before he stilled his hips where his full length was almost all the way down her throat.

‘Augh, that’s my girl! Ooh shit!’ He praised as she held it there for a moment longer than she pleased. But she learned to breathe with her nose. But it didn’t stop her eyes from tearing up. Finally, she pressed her hands against his thighs and he retreated his hips. ‘Goddammit baby.’

Before standing up, she spit her sticky saliva back on his fully erected dick. With the rest of it dribbling and bubbling down her chin and breasts, she giggled happily as her man planted wet kisses at the nape of her neck and her cleavage. Kensley whimpered softly as he sank his teeth into her brown skin without warning. ‘Aaron.’

He let out a guttural growl before turning her around so damn fast she almost lost her footing. His lips returned to her neck and shoulder as he began to lift the hem of her dress gently before curling his fingers into the hips of her thong and tugging it down gently.

‘Wall. Now.’

Without a rebuttal, she quickly waddled over to the stall wall with her panties wrapped around her thick thighs. Aaron motioned his finger in a circular motion for her to face the wall. Thus, exposing that voluptuous ass of hers. So round, wide and adorned with dimples. Another shudder rumbled in his throat as he reached down to stroke at his erected dick. He watched as she swayed her hips, and bounce her ass for him.

‘Good lord baby.’ he walked up behind her, letting out a deep breath against her neck. ‘You’re going to drive me fucking up a wall one day with all this ass.’ He landed a smack against it, earning a pleasured screech from her lips.

‘Well what are you gonna do with all of it until then?’ Kensley purred.

‘What any man does when they love their woman– breed it!’

Her silly grin never faded as he used his foot to spread her ankles a little bit more. Adjusting his hips and having to squat a little because of his extreme height, Aaron gently arched her up against the wall before effortlessly finding her sticky slit and sliding in.

The couple let out a pleasured groan in sync.

Aaron teasingly thrusted his hips forward, sinking deeper and deeper into her. She threw her head back, nails clawed into the black stall as he reached around her and pulled her tits out the low-cut of her dress.

Once he was as far as he could go, he pulled his hips away gently only to slam them back into her once again. This earned him a high pitched gasp as his large hands began to fondle her breasts then, bringing her hardened nipples between his finger tips.

‘Ooooh ahhh!’ She crooned out.

‘Ooh don’t whine baby. Daddy’s got you.’ He growled in her ear before biting at the cartilage gently and thrusting his hips a little faster now to create friction with his rhythm.

It didn’t take Aaron long to start railing her the way he desired. His hands had long moved from her precious breasts to her waist where she had bent over a little further so he could get the perfect view. Thumbing those cute little dimples in her lower back. Any tighter on his hold and he’d inflict pain on her pretty brown skin.

His eyes furrowed as his lips parted, ‘Hooo fuck baby damn, i love that pussy!’

‘Fuuuck, this pussy loves you too big daddy! Oh, yes yes! Fuck me just like that! Aah!’ She held on nice and tight to that stall wall as he ravaged her from behind and took what belonged to him.

But it wasn't enough for Aaron to have her begging and pleading, no he had to break her down and build her back again. He had to tease her.

He retracted his hips, pulling his dick out with a desperate hiss.

‘Oh no,’ Kensley whined out, ‘Not this again!’

Aaron chuckled darkly and nodded, ‘Yes this again mama.’ He slammed right back inside of her nice and deep before pulling back out again. His notorious act in the bedroom.

‘Augh!’

‘I know baby, I know.’ He almost sounded empathetic. But when he did this over and over again, it didn’t take her long to unravel in his hold. He reached down between her thighs and began to toy with her erected nub.

Her knees buckled and she let out a loud yelp, ‘Aaarh! Fuck me, Aaron! You’re gonna make me cum!’ She was so overcome with pleasure she just didn't know what to do with her legs. So she found herself rubbing her feet against his legs and stomping them about.

‘That’s it baby! Fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Look at me while you cum. Look at daddy!’ He grabbed a fistful of her braids and tugged her hair back and began to ram his hips into her even faster. Even harder.

‘OoooooOOOOH! GOD!! DAMMIT!’ She wailed as she stared up at him, tears filling her eyes as if she saw heaven itself.

‘Urgh! Fuuu—‘ he groaned out as he pressed on. He wasn’t through with her yet. He wanted her to come out of here with a little piece of him. Or maybe thousands. ‘Shit!’ He hissed before landing another slap against her ass.

Too deep in heavenly pleasure, Kensley was unable to feel the sting this time. Her eyes began to roll as he rolled his hips into her once more, hitting a new angle that could instantly send her spiraling once more. It felt like an erotic itch that was being scratched with pressure.

‘Aaron! Yes! Please don’t stop! Please fucking—urghhhh ahhh! Mmmm!’ One would’ve thought she was in pain but it was so far from that.

‘You like that?’

As if she weren’t dizzy enough from her intoxication, he was fucking her into oblivion. ‘Fucking God yes!’

Aaron chuckled as he grabbed her arms and held them tight, pressing her firm against the stall divider. He went faster, harder; balls violently slapping her clit and taking place of where his fingers once were.

‘Uhhh baby. Shit, Kensley I’m gonna cum—baby! Haaa.‘ Aaron announced as chills slipped up and down her spine. ‘Kensley—‘

Suddenly, someone stumbled into the restroom loudly and drunkenly singing whatever was now playing on the karaoke machine.

Instinctively, Aaron reached down and placed his hand on her mouth. But just because they were restricted from making any noise, didn’t mean he was going to stop. Hell, he was almost done!

If anything, being forced to shut up while her lover fucked her brains out tickled her fancy quite well.

Kensley looked back as Aaron’s thrusts became rugged. His face was contorted in something much more beautiful. His mouth had fallen agape, cheeks reddened, and nose flaring. His thick brows pulled into one as his hips came to a halt.

With each throb, Kensley could feel that sensitive and tense muscle stretch her out; sending long rich ropes of his cum right against her cervix.

His chest heaved, tightened as it rose and fell. A harsh, ‘Mmmpff! Goood—!’ Slipped from his lips.

The drunken individual continued to loudly sing, as they took a piss.

Pulling her hips away, she stood up straight and turned around to face him before bringing his face down into a sweet kiss.

Once the pair had gotten themselves cleaned up, they walked out of the stall together where they were instantly greeted by the drunken guest.

They were now sober as hell.

‘Aye! Wh— yall doin’ in that stall? Were yall.. fugggin’?’ The man laughed.

Aaron made a face and glanced down at Kensley before grabbing her hand. Instead of entertaining the drunk, the couple just walked around him and headed for the door.

‘Oooooh! Yall wer fuggginnn! Dass naistyyy!’ The man exclaimed as they walked out of the restroom.

The couple found their table and went to the dance floor to enjoy the music. Aaron leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘How’s my kids holding up?’ He smirked.

Kensley giggled, ‘Fine I would assume. I haven’t felt any trying to escape yet so I think we’re in the clear.’

‘Good. Be prepared for when we make it back to the hotel because we’ll all night.’

[redmambajatiri]

You’ve gotta be joking

Pairings: black!male oc x black!fem oc

Warnings: wet dream in the beginning, angst? Possibly, no proof reading

word count: 1.198k

A/N: I kinda wanna make this a full book, but it’s up to y’all

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“F-f-fuck Kai I’m gonna cum” I stammer out while my back arches off of Malakai’s bed. “Cum for me baby” As told I did cum, this orgasiam washed over me like tsunami. I felt like I was going to pass out from overstimulation.

Just as I was about to come down from my climax, I feel another tight knot begin to build in my lower stomach again. Snapping my eyes back open looking down I see Malakai in between my thighs.

“Mhmm, you taste you good Ismene” Kai say’s while licking up my cum from the last orgasiam that I had and sucking on my now extremely sensitive clit.

“Shit Malakai please no more it hurts” I tell the gorgon boy while trying to get away.

“Come on pringkipissa just give me one more, can you do that for me please?” He ask while staring up at me

I nod in response, not being able to form proper sentences. Malakai then slaps my right inner thigh saying “Use your words baby”

“Y-yes” I breath out. As I say that Kai licks my pussy one last time before feeling my walls being stretched.

My back once again for the fifth time in the last 3 hours arched off of his bed. Malakai pushes my fucked out overstimulated body back down and startes fucking me slowly.

“Shit pringkipissa you fill so good, I might cum again” as he says that I feel my walls clench around him.

“Shit Ismene do that again” without thinking my walls clench around him. Just as they do Malakai speeds up his pace.

“Fuck! You’re so wet mene” Kai mumbled in the crook of my neck. I then feel Kai put his hand on my abdomen lightly pushing down. “You feel that baby? Fuck- this is all yours”

Malakai’s thrusts start to get sloppy signalling he was about to cum, while I got that same painful knot in my stomach.

“Oh shit Kai I-I’m about-”

***

I shot up gasping for air. Looking around my dorm that I share with one of my best friends Amari.

“Hey, you good?” She asked my looking at me worried

“Yea just had a um- a weird dream that’s all” I tell her recalling the events

As I look at Amari she’s smirking at me. “Was it weird or Wet, Mene?”

“Wet” I grumbled while getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom

“Who was it about?”

“You really wanna know Mari?”

“Yes!”

I took at deep breath before turning to the dark skin girl and saying

“Malakai”

Amari gasped “girl no not gorgon boy” she said while smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“Mariiii” I whined out of embarrassment

“Girl!”

I turn to look in the mirror before finishing my morning hygiene routine and turning back to my dorm mate

“What I’m I supposed to do!?”

“Bitch, do you like him?” She questioned

“Amari Da’maru Anderson, don’t play with me you know the answer to that”

“Ok so if you like him, why not tell him”

“Cause he like Jade Mari”

“That’s not what I heard”

Turning from the bathroom mirror once more looking about Amari like she just grew two more heads

“Stop playing with my emotions” I say finishing getting dressed and finishing my makeup

“I’m not”

“I swear”

“And besides why are you scared anyway?” Again I was looking at her as if she grew two fucking heads

“Ma’am did you forget i’m a damn siren”

“You’re also a damn vampire and a witch so where’s the problem”

You would think the girl with A’s and B’s, and is a psychic/vampire would be smarter then this, but apparently not

“Amari people are going to think I used a spell or my siren song to be with him” I say as we start walking to the quad for breakfast.

“Girl fuck these people we and the rest of our group know what it is a what it ain’t” she said

I roll my eyes at her and telling her will finish this later as there’s to many nosy ass people around.

Sitting at our table with our friends I zone out until I hear a hissing sound coming from my left side. Looking down to make sure my armlet didn’t awaken, I see the one person I wanted to avoid sitting next to me.

“Ohhh shit, you got this act like your normal self Ismene” I say to myself in my head

My phone then vibrates, looking at it I see I got a text from Amari

“There go your boyfriend”

This bitch, thank the gods for blackout screen protectors

“He’s not my boyfriend Mari”

“Yet🤭”

“Amari I swear if you do something I’m kill yo ass”

“I’m not damn calm down”

“Mhmm”

“You don’t have faith in me bestie?”

“As of right now, no”

“Wowwww”

With that we stop texting.

As I put my phone down I feel a little nose boop the side of my head. Knowing it was one of Malakai’s snakes I let it be.

“Malakai one of your snakes is head butting Ismene” Nolan told his best friend

“Shit, sorry Mene” Malakai apologies while putting his snake back in his beanie

“It’s fine Kai they can’t harm me” I tell him while feeling something crawling on my arm.

Looking down I see my snake armlet awoke from its jewelry form. Grabbing her a holding up to me I say

“Ashanti what could you possibly be un-petrifying yourself for?”

As she hissed her response to me I roll my eyes before letting her crawl back onto my arm.

As breakfast was coming to an end we gathered our things walking to our separate classes. Waving goodbye to most of my friends I’m joined by Malakai.

“Hey, Mene sorry again about my snake” he said looking down at his fingers

“Malakai I told you it was alright they’re just curious” I said look at him

As we walked in class we sat down next to each other. As our teacher started talking I zoned out before being brought back to reality by Mr. Peterson calling my name.

“Ms.Astor could you please pay attention”

“Um yes sorry Mr.Peterson”

“Good now-“

As I put my head down I felt something poke me. I look to see a piece of paper that reads “Are you ok?” I looked up to see Kai staring at me.

“Yea just tired” I wrote back passing him the note.

For the rest of the class I tuned out the teacher talking, sitting in my own world.

***

It was now the end of the day and I was heading back to my dorm. As I’m walking down the halls some people are staring. “Maybe I’m just paranoid and tired” I thought to myself.

I finally reach my dorm, once in I close the door, throw my bag on the floor and change in to regular clothes. I walk over to my nightstand opening the drawer and pulling out a blunt.

After about a few minutes of smoking I put the roach in the ashtray, ridding myself of the smell of weed and going to sleep.

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Translation:

pringkipissa-princess (Greek)

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