#daniel kaluuya smut

[miyuhpapayuh]

quickie.

Everybody said "happy birthday, daniel!" 🥳😈

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With the couple already running behind schedule, they figured an extra fifteen minutes wouldn’t hurt!

Pulled over in the back of a parking lot, they sweat it out with their clothes half off, while the warm sun shines through the windows.

Knowing he didn't have time to tease her like he enjoyed, he still found a way to keep her at the brink of release, making her lose her mind.

“Babyyy,” she whines, her breath hitching with every heavy, measured thrust her way. She was so close.

“What is it?” He tilts his head.

“It's… I'm so– so c-close!”

“Mmm, I feel you squeezin’... hold it for me,”

She pouts and whimpers as he continues to break her down on his dick, a towel underneath them to catch the sticky mess they're making.

“Mmmm, sweet sweet pussy,” he moans, making her eyes cross as she continues holding off her orgasm.

“You're gonna make me cum, talking like that,”

“Oh yeah? I'm making it hard for you?” His thrusts pick up pace, turning the squelching up a notch.

“Ooohh fuck!”

“Mmhm, give it to me,” he commanded, leaning up to watch her flood his lap.

Now on her knees, she's throwing it back on him with all her might, looking back while he bites his lip.

“Feels good, daddy?”

A smack to her ass, followed by a deep growl serves as his response.

“Mmm, say it,” she uses the edge of the seat for leverage as she bounces harder, “tell me how it feels,”

“So fucking good,” he groans, leaning down for a kiss.

He digs a hand into her hair as he leans, head tossed back as she sucks him up.

She should've never given him the green light for hair pulling. It always boosted her to go harder, like flipping a switch inside of her.

“You want me to nut, don't you?”

“Yesss, I'm gonna cum too!”

They're rutting against each other til they explode simultaneously, his fingers bearing down on her hips, trying to slow her relentless grind.

“Fuck… we're gonna be so late,” he shakes his head.

“We'll make it up to them,” she pants, “cause I'm not done with you.”

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[angelsnkisses]

thinking about drunk!hobie <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: dom!drunk!hobie, sub!fem!reader, intoxication, (consensual) participation in sexual acts while intoxicated, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie.

• drunk!hobie, who would stumble into the house, grinning when he saw you after a night out with his band mates.

• drunk!hobie, who would immediately be all over you, his large hands roaming under your oversized shirt to touch your stomach.

• drunk!hobie, who would insist you had his full consent, and practically beg to fuck you.

• drunk!hobie, who'd sit you on the edge of the bed and lower himself to his knees, hands parting your thighs so he could eat you out.

• drunk!hobie, who would make you cum all over his mouth and chin over and over until you were a begging, crying mess.

• drunk!hobie, who'd fuck you so roughly, practically snapping you in half while he pounds into you.

• drunk!hobie, who'd put you in missionary and hold your hips down, restricting your movements and drilling you into the bed.

• drunk!hobie, who'd whisper such filthy things in your ear while he's fucking you.

"such a good little whore, taking me so well.."

"fucking hell.. you're so tight, princess. just sucking me in, hm?"

"you're all mine, every inch of you. my pretty girl."

• drunk!hobie, who'd fuck you through so many orgasms that you were completely cockdrunk, which only boosts his ego.

• drunk!hobie, who'd finish inside you, mumbling how much he loves you while he fills you up.

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A/N: me, posting someone other than rory? i surprise myself every day. this one's short, but i still like it, personally :). hobie is just so 😩. i couldn't not write more of him. hope you enjoyed <3!

[jazziejax]

Daniel Kaluuya fics when??? Like, look at the material!!!

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Pairing: Oj Hayward x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Thigh ridding, praise kink (some fluff if you squint)

Word count: 3,234

The plot: Y/n is Friends with the Haywards and has a crush on Oj who decides to give her a riding lessons.

Click here for part 2💋

“What do you mean horses scare you?” Em as we walk into the house with groceries. She said, laughing and slamming the groceries down on the table. “Me and horses don’t get along. I was at a fair once and-“ Your words were Cut short. Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the steps, you saw Oj in one of his old hoodies, his sun-bleached blue jeans filled out very well by his thighs, and his cowboy boots…. The only thing missing is the hat. Oj came back into the Room, skin glistening from being in the sun. He grabbed a water bottle out of the grocery bag. ”I need you to help me wash some of the horses, and Lucky needs-“ I knew it was coming any time OJ needed help with the Ranch; Emerald always has something to do. I wonder what the excuse would be. “Wow, you know what? I would love to help, but I have a thing to do for a nice little date tonight. Can you help me? Yeah, it might make her get rid of her fear of horses,” Emerald said, running out the door.

Before you knew it, you were in the barn with your arms crossed, standing awkwardly to the side, looking at the horses from afar. “Come here,” was all you heard from Oj, who was now brushing the horse.” “Ain’t no need to be scared of them. Horses are like big dogs,” he said. Still brushing the horse, he noticed you were inching closer to him, and lucky, slowly but surely, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him slowly, making sure not to scare you.“When I was a kid,” he said, touching your waist. You forgot how to think as he shifted himself behind you. You could feel his rough hands on your hips.his chest against your back as he slowly edged you forward to the horse. Your body was hyper-aware, aware of what was going on. Your body was stiff, but your legs were still working. “I had to help my dad give birth to one, and I was so nervous I was only like ten he said. His voice was rough due to his whispering. You could hear the twang in his voice, making goosebumps rise on your neck, as he slid his warm hand down your arm to wrap his hands around yours to inch towards the horse. “It was a mess. Emerald was crying cause she thought the horse was dying. My dad tried to stay calm because the horse would come in one of our worst storms in years. That same year, I lost my mom, and all I kept thinking was, what if the horse loses his mom?” He said, his voice burning, his body tense like he wanted to cry. “I ran upstairs, threw on my shoes and jacket, and ran downstairs. “Come on, Dad,” I said as we bolted to the barn to help the horse. “My hand was now touching the horse's nose, my eyes not breaking eye contact with the brown horse in front of me, who was very calm and still. “We helped the horse give birth, and we named it Lucky. You're petting Lucky right now,” said Oj. His voice was making the hair on my neck stand up. I could feel his lips brush my ear as they formed into a smile. He was causing me to gasp in surprise and turn to him. “Oj, that’s so sweet,” I said, hand trembling. I was too caught up in the moment to notice how close our face was. He nodded at the horse and backed away, leaving me some time alone with luck to pet and connect with him. It’s safe to say I’m not scared of horses anymore.

“Y/N, y/n, you okay? You looked spaced out,” said Emerald, who handed me a drink. Emerald had made her a special drink she called “the lucky” because whenever she makes it, someone “gets lucky and does it.” (It is just strawberry lemonade and rum). “So when you gonna tell my brother you like him so he can get a life she said, Now sitting down beside me on the floor,” causing me to choke on the drink causing me to stop on my words. “What made you say that,” I said now with a sting in my throat and watery eyes. “I saw it in your eyes the first time we met, and also, you didn’t fall for my flirting,” causing me to giggle. “You are so full of yourself, and I don’t think I will say anything. He's quiet and reserved. I’m loud and bubbly. I wouldn’t wanna make him uncomfortable,” I said, sipping the sweet drink that had a bite. “My brother has been like that my whole life, but I'll say he has to tolerate me. I'm his sister. But my brother, don't just deal with anybody,” she said, sipping her drink. Causing me to listen intensely.” What do you mean by that-”

“What you all pick” said OJ, interrupting our conversation. Oj had on one of his t-shirts and some shorts and sat on the floor beside me. “ Jeepers Creepers, y/n never seen it,” said Emerald, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “Really, but you don’t like scary movies, “said OJ, looking at y/n. He looked you in your eyes, confused. “I’ll be fine you said, handing your cup to him so he could have a sip. Oj is not a drinker. You’ve only seen him drink beer every blue moon. But you noticed if you hand him any drink you were drinking, he’ll take a sip, or if your eating food and you offer him a piece, he’ll eat it and then rate it, which you find hilarious. “Hmmm, 7/10,” he said, sipping the drink. “Excuse me!! My drink is a 10/10, and You wouldn't know cause you haven’t felt the magic of the lucky special,” causing me to giggle and him to sigh.

We watched the TV. At first, you were watching Jeeper Creepers, the two weeks of siblings running away from the human bug, the truck being scarier, and following the siblings; before you knew it, your eyes were heavy. You could hear Emerald snoring beside you. “You sleepy,” said Oj. “Yeah, I should be heading home. You said, starting to get up.” It’s late, you can stay here, take my bed. I’ll put Emerald in Dad’s old room, and I’ll give you something to sleep in. “Okay, I said, not fighting with him. My eyes were heavy, and I would rather feel a warm bed than be on the road for 20 minutes to get home.

Oj turned the Tv off. We left the popcorn and snacks downstairs. Oj carried Emerald to his dad's room. Once he placed Emerald in bed, we went to his room. You noticed his room was reasonably clean; nothing was out of place. You saw paperwork on the desk, the bed, The plaid comforter. “Here u go,” He said, handing me one of his old faded shirts and a pair of boxers. Thank you. I said, yawning. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself for a minute in the mirror. This will probably be my first and last time in one of his shirts. It was white and had a faded logo of the ranch name on it. It was a little baggy on you. It fell loosely to your thighs. His boxer shorts were too big and kept falling off your hips, so you decided not to wear them. You noticed Oj putting some clothes back in his drawer, his shoulders and back muscles tensing. “Thank you,” you said just standing there, causing Oj to turn around. “Mhm,” he said after staring at you longer than usual and returning to his drawer. “You know you can tell me what you’re thinking,” y/n said, her drink and the sleepy feeling getting to her. “I get you don’t get much to say. I wish I were more like you sometimes, but if you ever have anything you want to say, I’ll listen”. Oj looked at you with a look of confusion. “I know. Listening has always been my strong suit. Growing up on this ranch, I had to listen to orders and take instructions, and with a sister like mine, I had no choice but to listen, he said. Before I knew It, I sat on his bed, legs crossed, and we talked without interruptions. We talked about his childhood, his dealing with the loss of his dad, and how sudden. that was. The room was filled with conversation, head nods, laughter, and engagement. “Okay,” you said so what’s your type you ask curiously. His eyes looked at the floor like he was thinking, then he looked at me. His eyes focused on me, and he stared at me awhile. “I don't have one,” his voice said. His voice was deep, which caused me to shiver internally. His words said one thing, but his eyes said something else. So you dont like what Emerald type I said, joking. I'm convinced that Emerald didn’t even know her type. If they were easy on the eyes and had a pulse, that was enough. ”I like what catches my eye,” he said, his eyes drifting away. “Why don’t you ever go on double dates with Emerald.” He asked, confused. “Dating has never been my thing. I love hanging out with friends and family, and I don’t particularly appreciate having to pretend I’m something I’m not till I’m comfortable with the person.” I was talking, thinking about all the bad dates I've been on or having to have a can-do spirit personality when the date was boring. “I don’t wanna have to pretend.” Between the conversation, I went from sitting on his bed to facing him sitting on the corner of his bed. His eyes were looking at me intensely. He was leaning in closer to me, hanging on every word I had said. Without a second thought, he stretched his hand out slowly to me, afraid he was going to spook me, and lay his hand on my thigh. “You don’t gotta put on a show for me.”

You became very aware that one hand was on your thigh, and the shirt he had given you fell perfectly in your lap to cover up enough of your body and leave rest to the imagination. You looked at him, feeling something turn in your stomach as your skin became hot. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was firm. His lips felt soft, and his hand slowly went from my thigh to my neck as he squeezed lightly, causing me to moan. OJ was leading the kiss, and I was following. You slowly wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to you. This caused him to let out a low grunt while kissing you, causing him to pull you into him while he was sitting on the chair. “Should I sit down?” I said, now in his lap once I sat on my leg On either side of his leg in the middle.

“You need to teach me how to ride,” I said, now feeling my hot center on his leg, which was adding the perfect pressure. I started to move my hips slowly and surely on his leg while kissing him. The kiss became more feverish and quick while I was driving my hips against his leg. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. His hands are now gripping my hips. “You gotta hold on tight, and you lead, and they’ll follow you.” He said, now locking eyes with me. The room that was once filled with conversation and laughter was now filled with something more serious; the remark was thicker in the air. As y/n looked back into his eyes, her eyes felt heavy as she started to move her hips back and forth slowly. Feeling tension building up in her hips and her core, she let out a gasp, causing Oj to grip her hips tighter and help her with movements of her hips on his thigh. “Uh-huh, just like that,” he said as he told me as he tightened his thigh, causing you to moan. He kissed her as another moan almost escaped her lips. My clit was now throbbing as I moved my hips back in forth. I could feel the wetness forming on his leg more. As I thought the sensation started to build in my legs, his hand went from my hips, now moving up to my waist, and my shirt was now rising as he went to touch my

Breast caressing and pinching my nipples caused me to inhale sharply, feeling that nerve goes down my spin he looked at me and removed the oversized t-shirt from me while I was still moving my hips, feeling the friction on my clit he was now kissing my neck nibbling licking leaving a tingly sensation. HIS hands grabbed my boob and licked my nipples. He seems to be taking his time with my nipples licking them, biting them, sucking them, causing me to bite my moan. As I grind into his hips, I feel his leg dampen more. My movements became more erratic, moving my hips and feeling my legs shake more. Knowing I was going to cum soon. “Uh uh,” he said grabbing my hips, “I want to be in you. I want to feel you, and I want to see you come on my dick. okay?” He said, his voice stern now, looking at me. “Okay,” I whisper. He was breathing quicker, trying to calm down.

Lay on the bed for me, and don’t touch yourself, he said. Now, lifting me off his leg, I could feel the cold air hit my body while my wetness ran down my leg. He placed me on the bed. Once he stood, he started to get undressed, and I took every part of his body in. He was thicker but also toned. You could tell from his physique he worked in nature, lifting, pulling, and tending to the ranch. Once he removed his underwear, his dick came from his boxers hard and ready. Ready for me, he started to climb on the bed, skin glowing in the dim light in his room.

As I lay down, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my body and thoughts. Is this happening? This isn’t a dream. Am I doing this with him? Oj?. I felt him climb on top of me. Are you okay he said his voice softer. If you want to stop, we can. I opened my eyes, knowing, looking into his eyes, that I was where I needed to be. His eyes were so big you always adored that about him. Whatever he didn’t say, his eyes always did. The hard part was knowing what he was thinking.

I’m okay I said, now looking at him with his shirt off, his skin still glowing. The light lighting over our bodies caused me to look at how his chest and shoulders had light stretch marks, causing me to smile. I lifted my hand, and my fingerprints glided across the skin's texture. Feeling the heat from his body under my fingertips caused him to shiver. He leaned his head down and kissed me. My senses were indeed heightened. His lips were soft, and his kiss was warm and slow. I could feel the air feeling my body as his hand rubbed my body. His hands felt amazing on my body. He had the type of hands that were slightly rough from working outside. He started to kiss my neck and the feeling he was giving felt amazing.

All the atoms in my body felt like they were moving. You could also feel him hardening on your thigh as he slowly moved against your thigh; you let out a moan as he bit your neck and rolled his tongue over your skin. “Please, I need you,” you said as you put your hands on the back of his neck, my hand moving down his back with my fingernails slowly dragging across his skin, causing him to moan and shake his head. He stops moving his hips with one quick motion, and he puts himself inside of you. Forcing you to gasp and him to grunt. You just basked in him being in you, the fullness he gave you, the throbbing and the heat. You were now focusing on him as he was now taking deep breaths.

“It’s been a while,” he let out a chuckle. “Then give me what you can you said, making him lock eyes with you. Before you knew it, he was slowly rolling his hips toward you, meeting your hips with a rhythm, causing you to moan. “You are so beautiful he said. “You know what he said?” “Yeah, you said meekly, more focused on the feeling more than anything. You could feel your stomach tightening, and your mouth opened slowly as you released your breath. “I need better than that he said as he snapped his hips into me, causing me to moan loudly.” YES, YES, you said. Now, he was picking up his speed. All you could feel was him going in and out faster. You could feel your legs start to shake, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. “Uh-huh,” he said, now more comfortable as he went in and out of me faster. My finger slowly dragged my nails down his back, causing him to grunt. I felt his hand wrap around my thigh to bring my leg up as he sank into me more, causing me to moan and close my eyes, my hand going from his back now trying to grab anything his arm, the blanket, the pillow. Y/n felt her wetness running down her legs on the sheets and her thighs. She truly wasn’t going to make it, and she knew it. The only sounds in the room were moans and grunts and our skin smacking together. “You getting there? I know you are he said in a deeper voice, causing me to moan in response. “You look so pretty coming undone for me…cumming on me” My eyes now closed as moans fell from my mouth as my hands grabbed the sheets around me. “Please, please, please,” the words falling into my mouth were slurred. Before I knew it, Oj's hand had both of my hands above my head pinned down, his other hand now rubbing my clit. “Cum for me, cum for me. I know you got it, good girl,” he said. His tone was so patient as he was ushering me through my orgasm. before I knew it, I was cumming on him and his fingers, and it felt like a haze had fallen on me.”Fuck” he said, panting as he pulled quickly. I soon felt something warm hit my stomach. The bed rose as the weight left the bed. “You okay,” he said, now rubbing your stomach and in between your thighs with a warm rag. You opened your heavy eyes. “Thank you for the lesson,” you said with a smile.

[backwoodssbby]

Stay Away From My Son!

American Daniel Kaluuya X Black Fem Reader

Warning: Alcohol (Consumption of Alcohol)! Death (To my death anxiety girls, me too sis, had to pull through to write this.)! Depression! Drugs (Drug Dealing and Drug Usage)! Guns! Sex (Unprotected, be safe tho)! Violence!

Summary: You’re a single mother of two kids, Bryson, 17, and Brooklyn, 3. Brooklyn is a sweetheart. Not a tablet kid, always in her picture books, and lets you teach her stuff before she’s off to pre-k. Her troubled ass brother, Bryson, just wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a drug dealer to support the house. You try to tell him it’s okay and you can take care of it without him trying to help, especially in the way he is trying to go about it, but he just doesn’t listen. So now, you must do whatever it takes for Bryson to stay away from the local drug dealer, Daniel before he ends up dead like his daddy.

Sneak Peek: “What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car.  He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.

“I love you, Bryson! Have a great day at school!” You say to your son, as you drop him off. “I love you too, mama. Love you, too, Brooklyn.” He kisses both you and Brooklyn’s cheeks and heads out of the car. 

You wait for a while to see if he goes inside the building. Bryson has been skipping school a lot recently. You two got into an argument about it last night and he promises you that he won’t skip school anymore. You watch him go inside and wait 15 minutes to see if he comes back out. He doesn’t, so you go back home. You cook some breakfast for Brooklyn and yourself. You would have cooked for Bryson, but as usual, he woke up late as hell. You cook pancakes, sausage, and eggs. You cut Brooklyn’s food up and some fruit and put it on her plate in front of her. She smiles and begins eating. You fix your plate and you eat your food next to her. After you both finish eating, you clean up and go into her room to learn. You teach Brooklyn her colors, the days of the week, the months, and numbers 1-20. Then it’s back downstairs to watch Bluey on the TV. Around two hours later. your phone goes off. It’s Bryson’s school. You sigh and answer, “Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.” You say as you tap your fingers on the couch. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I was calling to inform you that Bryson isn’t in school now. Did you know that?” You stay quiet for a moment before answering, “No I didn’t because I dropped him off this morning and waited to see if he would come out and he didn’t.” You start to get angry at your son and his damn school. Lock the damn doors when school starts, so kids can’t fucking skip. “Well, Ms. Y/L/N, he’s not here. And if he misses school again, you will be fined and sent to jail.” 

You sigh and hang up the phone. You pick Brooklyn up and she whines. “Mommy, I want to watch Bluey.” You look at her, “I know, baby. We get to Bryson before he does something else stupid.” You sigh lock the house door and get Brooklyn in her seat.

You think you know where Bryson was. And sure enough, you are right. Bryson is on the porch with a few friends his age and some men you went to school with that also hung around your baby daddy before he died. From what you see, everyone is drinking including Bryson, and smoking the two blunts in rotation. You park your car and hop out. You can hear everyone saying “Oh shit!” when they saw it was you. 

“Bryson! Get your monkey ass in that fucking car right now!” You yell at him. He looks at you angrily as if you are ruining his fun. “Boy, get your ass in that car right fucking now. I’m not fucking playing with you, Bryson. Get in there now!” He stands up and brushes your shoulder as he walks to the car. You turn back to him, “Oh, you have lost your damn mind.” You are about to grab him, but someone stops you. “Aye, chill off my young nigga forreal.” He tells you. You stand there and look at him.

Daniel aka Drako. The city’s biggest kingpin. Daniel doesn’t care about anyone or anything. As long he gets his money. He recruits kids young, so that is why your son hangs with him. If someone doesn’t have his money, he usually beats them daily, until they have it. They’ll have three months, once the time is up, they are dead in the weirdest fashion. One way, they are tied up by their feet and fatally beaten up and stabbed and carved with a “D” somewhere on their body.

You look at Daniel with your arms crossed. You examine him before you say what you say. You honestly aren’t scared of him, but you do have to live to see tomorrow because you are the only one to take care of Bryson and Brooklyn. He has one of his hands in his pants and smoking the blunt. His eyes are low and red, but they are stuck on you. He bites his lips at you, making you roll your eyes. 

 “What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car.  He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.

As you drive to your house, your thoughts start beating you up. Are you a bad mother? You can’t even protect your son from the streets. You know he needed another male figure, but why did he go to the worst one EVER? You look at Bryson in the corner of your eye. He just stares at you, mad because you embarrassed him in front of his “friends.”

He stays quiet and once you park in the driveway, he rushes out of the car and goes in the house. You get out of the car and get Brooklyn out as well. She smiles at you and holds you tightly. As soon as you’re inside, you hear Bryson slam his door and play his music loud as hell. You sigh and put Brooklyn in her room to watch Bluey. You open Bryson’s door, take his phone, and turn his music off. 

“You fucking tripping. Damn just get the fuck out of my room!” He yells at you. You look at him in disbelief. Did he just cuss at you? You put his stuff in your room and come back in his room and look at him, “Did you just cuss me?” You ask him. He doesn’t say anything back, but he gives you the “I sure did.” look. “Bryson, you have lost your fucking mind. Baby, let me tell you something, I am YOUR mom! You respect me!” He rolls his eyes and puffs, “Man, get the fuck out of my room. I don’t have to respect you.” He gets all in your face. You push him on his bed, “Look here, I don’t care what Daniel ass told you about not having to respect anyone but him. But you are going to respect me. I am YOUR mother. Ight.” 

He just sits there and mugs you. You've never seen Bryson be this defiant. You sigh knowing you lost your baby boy. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad was here. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad died. He’s heartless and reckless. He is the boy who sells drugs, gets multiple pregnancy scares from girls, and now cusses and disrespects his mom. 

You look at him and talk lowly, “Bryson, you don’t get it, don’t you? You don’t need to run with him or anything. We are good. Can you please for once listen to me? Stop doing this. Your little sister needs you. Bryson, I need you.” You tear up. “And if you don’t honestly give a fuck about me as your mom, cool I’m sorry for being a shitty mother, but do it for your little sister. Do it for your dad. You know he did everything in his power to stop from following in his footsteps. Yet here you are because I am a bad mother.” You sigh and look at him as the warm tears fall down your face.

His demeanor changes and he starts twisting his dreads. He hates seeing you cry. Right now, it may not look like it, but Bryson is a mama’s boy. That’s why he tries to help you so much by selling drugs. He hates how you stress yourself out to make ends meet, making sure your babies look the best for school. He hugs you tightly. 

“Mama, I’m going to stop selling. I promise. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He says. “Bryson, you say that all the time. Just to break that promise again.” You sigh and walk out of his room. 

You start wishing your boyfriend, Brandon, was still alive guiding Bryson how he was. You know he’s turning in his graving, watching how his son became what he didn’t want him to become. Brandon used to tell Bryson his jail stories, how he’s forever stuck in the streets, that Bryson can do better, and why he should never be in the streets like him. It’s a slap to the face. You sigh the more you think about Brandon and how he died almost three hours after his first daughter was born. He wanted a girl so bad. Now he’s missing her, not able to physically watch her grow up.

You trudge down the stairs slowly, get a bottle of Casamigos from the fridge, and examine the bottle. Bryson has been drinking some because you left more than this in here. Or have you been drinking a lot more recently? You sigh and start drinking straight out of the bottle as you lay your head on the table. Not only did you feel like a shitty mom, you also looked like a shitty mom drinking alcohol in the afternoon. Five minutes later, the bottle is empty. You trudge back upstairs, lie down, and close your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t sleep however because every time, you hear Bryson’s phone dinging. You sigh and get up to turn it off, but you look at the screen to see it’s Daniel blowing him up, asking Bryson to come back, so he can drop off a load.  You go to the messages and text back, “yea ill b over there in seven.”

You shower up and get dressed in something cute and chill. You lock your room door, so Bryson won’t try and get his stuff from out there. You go into Brooklyn’s room and see that she fell asleep, as she was watching Bluey. You pick her up and lay her in her bed. Then, you go to Bryson's room. He’s lying in bed throwing his basketball in the air. He sees you and sighs. “Momma, I’m sorry. I’ll stop running in the streets.” You look at him, “I know.” You smile. You go to him and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back. Watch your sister for me. Don’t leave the house either.” 

He nods his head. You already know he’s not leaving because he doesn’t like leaving Brooklyn alone. You smile head to your car and drive off from your house. Seven minutes later, you’re parked across his house. His boys are on the porch with him, smoking and waiting for Bryson to come. 

“Man, this little nigga ain’t coming, Daniel.” You hear one of them say. “Lil bro is probably getting pressed by his fine-ass momma.” Bryson’s friend, Dominic says, making the whole group laugh. You roll your eyes. Then Daniel huffs and puffs, “Fuck! Just go without him.” 

His boys leave him on by himself. Daniel sits on the porch, smoking his blunt before he goes inside his house. You wait a few and then walk across the street and go up to the door. You knock on the door. He instantly opens it. 

“Man, Bryson, what the fuck?! Why you lat-…” He’s caught off guard when he sees you. You push through him and come inside. “Yeah yeah. Now, Daniel. I’m going to ask you nicely. Stay the fuck away from my son. He doesn't need this life and you know that.” You say. He chuckles and sits down on the couch, “Nah, he’s really good, Y/N. This life is teaching him a lot. How to be a man. Brotherhood. He is doing good just like his dad used to do.” You look at him, “Yeah, until you set him up. Did you even tell Bryson you’re part of the reason his dad is dead?” Daniel starts yelling at you, “I had nothing to do with his death! And you know that! I love Brandon as if he was my blood.” He was mad as hell at your accusation. “Whatever, you say.” You cross your arms, not believing shit this nigga says. He sighs, “You know what? Here’s what happened that night. Brandon died because of Taylor. Okay? Taylor was jealous because of how close me and Brandon were. You know I knew Taylor before I knew Brandon. But I liked Brandon’s work ethic and his hustle. We clicked on so much shit from the past, that was my boy.” He says and he leans back in the chair, covering his eyes. “Taylor told Brandon I gave him a drop. I didn’t. I was sleeping. Taylor knew some of our opps were sliding on their other opps. He sent Brandon over there and that’s what happened.” He sighs, “I had no clue at all, Y/N. But I did handle it.” He looks at his hands. You gasp, “You killed Taylor?” He bites his lips, trying to fight back tears. “Yeah… yeah I did.” 

You look at the pain in his eyes. You were shocked he killed Taylor for Brandon. Especially since Taylor was Daniel’s blood cousin. You sit next to him and hold him. He cries in your chest. There’s a lot of emotions that you have right now. You feel bad for accusing him of your boyfriend’s death for a very long time. You feel relief that you know what happened that night.

He sighs, “This is the only way I know I can pay Brandon back by being a male figure to Bryson. This is the only way I know how to do it. By showing him the ways of the streets. No one taught me the normal way of how to be a man. I was taught to be tough. Be a street nigga. Get a good name in these streets.” He says. “Bryson doesn’t need to be in the streets. And you are teaching him how to disrespect women. I don’t like it. I hear him talking to girls. Calling them bitches and shit.” He looks at you, “Nah, that’s them other niggas. I can’t disrespect women. I love my queens. Especially the black queens” You raise your eyebrows, “Oh yeah? Then what was that when I came and got him from you? ‘Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.’” You mock him, sounding goofy as hell. He laughs, “Just trying to look cool in front of the boys. I’m sorry about that.” He says. “But I promise, I don’t teach the young ones disrespect. That's Fredo.” He continues. “Well, who taught him to just fuck? And fuck raw at that! I swear to God every day it’s always, “Momma, I think I got a girl pregnant.” every time. Like what the hell?” He chuckles, “Okay, that’s me. I’ll admit that. I want to be able to feel it. Connection.” You roll your eyes, “There's a condom that feels like nothing you know.” He gives you a crazy-ass look, “That shit not the same and you know it.” You look at him, “No, I don’t. All the time that I had sex has been protected.” He looks at you, “So how the hell did Bryson and lil Brooklyn get here?” You laugh, “Condom broke.” He looks at you, “So you never had sex without a condom before.” He asks you and you shake your head no.

Something about that answer turns Daniel on. He tries to hide it, but you can tell. You look down and smile. You look back up and he’s staring at you biting his lip. You giggle. Daniel has always been attractive, but you let the negative things block it. Now that some things are clear and off the table you see his fine self peeking through. 

“Control yourself.” You say. “It was just a fact.” He looks at you, “Man, I’m chilling. Just thinking.”  He says, chuckling. “What’s on your mind?” He looks at you clueless, “Nothing.” You shake your head, laughing, “For real. What were you thinking about?” He sits up, “Me being the first person to fuck you raw.” You laugh, “I knew it. I haven’t done that in a while for real. And besides, wouldn’t it be wrong? You are the father of my children’s best friend.” You look down. As tempting as it is, you can’t help but feel like Brandon would be mad at you. “I think Brandon would want you to move on. I’m not saying that because I’m trying to fuck. But honestly, I do. I don’t think he would want you sitting here upset and lonely.” He lifts your chin and looks into your eyes. You smile, “He would want me to. He always talked about it. I always brushed it off thinking he was just talking normal nonsense.” You sigh. 

You start thinking. You've been lonely for three years. Not to mention, you stopped having sex when you were pregnant with Brooklyn. So it’s almost been four years now without dick. And sex toys can only take you so far. What’s the harm in having sex with Daniel right now?

“You sure?” You say, needing some confirmation. “I’m sure, Y/N. But I don’t want you to be unsure, you know.” He says as he rubs your back. 

His hand travels down to your waist and your thighs. He looks at you. His eyes ask for permission to go further up your body. You slowly nod your head yes. He starts rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Instantly, you lose your mind. This is what you’ve been missing. A touch. He takes your shorts off and pulls your panties to the side and looks at your pussy. It was glistening with your wetness already. 

He kisses your neck as he slowly rubs your clit. Then, he lowers to your thighs, sucking on them, leaving marks on them. He looks at it one more time before he dives in face first and starts eating you out. You gasp and throw your head back on the arm of the chair. His tongue slides up and down on your clit. You grip his head with your other hand. He switches from licking to sucking on your clit. Your body lifts a bit, giving him a bit of an entrance to use his fingers. He teases your hole with his two middle fingers before he curls them inside you. You start gripping his head tighter. He resumes eating you out and you can’t wait to come for him. He looks up at you to see your beautiful love faces. He smiles and slides his free hand up your hoodie and rubs on your boobs and everywhere else on your body. Your breath starts to get heavier and heavier. 

“Fuck! I’m about to come! I’m about to come!” You whimper out to him. He smiles and continues to pump you faster with his fingers as he sucks gently on your clit. 

You jerk up as you have your first orgasm. Your juices were dripping from his hands to his forearm. You sit up on the couch and look at him. He smiles at you before picking you up and taking him to his bedroom. Your lips connect with his for the first time and it feels so amazing. His lips are super soft. He then attacks your neck with kisses and lays your body down softly on the bed. You take your hoodie off and he takes his sweats off. His dick is semi-hard. He gets in between your legs and starts rubbing his dick on your pussy to coat it with your wetness. He leans down and kisses your neck, making you moan even more. 

No warning, you feel something slide inside, making you inhale sharply. He lets you adjust to his size since it’s been a while for you. He then kisses you all over your body to relax your mind and your body, which makes you adjust to his size much faster. He looks you in the eyes as he slowly strokes inside you. You cover your face. You couldn’t even look at him with how much pleasure he’s giving you. He removes your hands from your face and makes you look at him. His eyes are filled with lust and you know he wants to make this enjoyable for you. He starts picking up speed. He rips your tank top off your body to massage your breasts as he pushes himself deeper inside you.

“Shit, Daniel!” You grip the sheets and close your eyes. “Come on, open them pretty eyes and look at me.” He says as he places his hand below your belly button. Your eyes open as soon as the pressure overwhelms you. Your hands travel to his chest and lower to his stomach, “Daniel, please, it’s too much. It’s too much.” You whimper out. “I can’t take it.” You cry out. He looks into your eyes, “No, you can take it.” He smiles at you and kisses your neck. Slowly, you move your hand back on the bed, gripping the sheets again, “Mm, just like that, ma.” He groans, locking eyes with you.

You start clenching around him. “Oh…shit! I’m about to come.” You moan out. He smiles at you and shakes his head no. You look at him like he’s crazy. What does he mean by no? He smirks and starts pounding into you. “You can come when I tell you to.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes begin to curl. You keep begging but it only turns him on more, “Mm, you look so beautiful when you beg.” He starts, “You keep on, Ima make you hold it even longer.” You hold it to the best of your ability, clenching tighter and tighter around him. He starts to twitch inside you, “You want to come?” He asks you. You nod your head frantically, but that wasn’t good enough for Daniel, “Use your words, mamas.” You look at him, “Please, please. Let me cum, baby. Please let me cum.”He is a sucker for your begging. He smiles, “Nut on this dick.” He says low. 

You jerk up as you climax and he fills you up with his cum. He buries his head in your neck and places sweet nibs and kisses. He was right. It is WAY different to have sex without a condom. Getting to feel every inch of that big dick sent you head over hills. Sadly, aftercare could not be done because you have to get back to your two kids that you left. Quickly, you two shower and get dressed again. Daniel only puts on some gray sweats. He walks you back to your car and opens the door for you. You get in and start the car as he closes the door. He hunches over and motions for you to let down the window.  You do so and look at him.

“So, am I going to see you again?” He asks you, sliding his hands in his sweats. “Yeah. You will.” You smile back at him and look down at his print. “My eyes are up here.” He chuckles. “Sorry.” You look at him. “Just call me whenever you want to see me again.” You say. He nods at you and you wave bye to him. You grab pizza for you and the kids on the way home and you have a good time with your kids.

[dilfsxysh]

NAVIGATION

me ⇨ im a new-ish writer and go by she/her. i also dont have a laptop at the moment so all of this is written on my phone, thus meaning there will be vigorous spelling mistakes.

my work ⇨ ill write what i want and what people request as long as its not weird. ill write smut, fluff, and angst for anyone. and youre all responsible for what you read, not me.

༻༺

MASTERLIST

jake gyllenhaal (and most of his characters) -

james franco -

josh hutcherson (and most of his characters) -

- envy

rick grimes -

glenn rhee -

daryl dixon -

finnick odair -

simon ‘ghost’ riley -

aaron taylor johnson -

penn badgley / joe goldberg -

evan peters -

idris elba -

tom hardy (and some of his characters) -

ryan reynolds / deadpool -

daniel kaluuya / oj haywood -

bill skarsgard -

aaron hotchner -

matthew gray gubler / spencer reid -

chris / matt sturniolo 😭 -

markiplier -

zach tinker / jacob custos -

[gweelczz]

Oj trying for a baby with his lady👀I just KNOW it’s nonstop for them😭

Chileeeeee you already know they fuck like rabbits, Oj is a lowkey freak

[mintyrainwater]

ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ! ✰

꩜ hey luv! I'm Ché:)ᡣ𐭩

long story short (quick info)!

BLK✰

20 (Nov. 14)

genderfluid transmasc, they/he/she prons. (pls try not to neglect any of them)

spiritual gyal 𓋹

lesbian (just don't talk about Daniel Kaluuya or Jungkook around me lmaooo)

very very neurodivergent

yes I'd love to be mutuals🤭✰

DMs are absolutely open to people who:

are open-minded, are on the right side of history (FREE PALESTINE, GAZA, AND SUDAN), support LGBTQIA+ people, are NOT racist, & LIKE PEOPLE WHO CAN CONSENT TO THEM (aka don't like children or praying on people under the influence), don't proship

short story long !

omg not you caring enough to look, ur so sweet bookie ✮⋆˙

-> I'm eventually gonna start writing on here, I just wanna get introductions and what not out of the way. I'll have it relisted when I get a masterlist set up in the future, but here are characters & genres I'll be writing/accepting requests for:

genres - fluff (fl.), angst (ang.), hurt/comfort (h/com.), suggestive (sug.), smut (sm.), AUs, & lgbtq.

* Keep in mind I do not and will not age characters up! and also in terms of the "reader", I won't go into specific features (ex. eyes, nose, lips/teeth, etc.), BUT brown skin will ALWAYS be mentioned & a black person will always be in mind.

characters

ATSV

HOBIE BROWN! - accepting all genres

Miles Morales - NO SUGGESTIVE OR SMUT!! no romantic "x readers" will be written for Miles because I don't write for underage audiences. accepting the rest.

Peter Parker - accepting all genres, the reader will bounce between being an MJ or Felicia Hardy type character

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Nope

Otis "OJ" Haywood Jr. - all EXCEPT angst, I'm weak y'all I'm sorry he's been through enough lol!

Emerald Haywood - same as OJ, only thing is reader will always be fem./non-male (unless otherwise is requested).

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I'll add more to the list later probably? but Spider-Man is a forever fixation & I love Nope so yeah def writing for those immediately. that being said don't be shyyy, send some requests in<3🫶🏾

thanks for reading allat! it's almost as if you wanna be my friend or something🤭 (wink wink)! I'll be seeing y'all soon, be it posting myself or reposting lol✰

– w/ love, Ché ᡣ𐭩

[bmwheaven]

Hello everyone. I'm Benji, i'm 33 and from the UK. I write only on discord and only write smut and therefore will only write with those who are 18+. I write between 1-2 paragraphs in third person per reply. Under the read more you can see all my current muses:

Mason Gilbert - 38 - Ricky Whittle FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Leon Sheppard - 45 - Mike Colter FC - 9 inches - Top

Isaac Nash - 30 - Rome Flynn FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Kyle Yates - 38 - Eli Martinez FC - 8.5 inches - Top

Charlie Cook - 28 - Antoine Harper FC - 7.5 inches - Top leaning versatile

Lucas Power - 33 - Michael B Jordon FC - 7.5 inches - Top leaning versatile

Rhys Woods - 25 - Trevor Jackson FC - 6.5 inches - Bottom

Tom Doyle - 49 - Idris Elba FC - 8 inches - Top

Lucas Collier - 42 - Anthony Mackie FC - 7.5 inches - Versatile

Jayden Savage - 30 - Daniel Kaluuya FC - 7 inches - Versatile

Isaac Howe - 47 - Michael Ealy FC - 7 inches - Versatile

Mohammed "Mo" Henderson - 34 - Aldis Hodge FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Evan Reed - 53 - Boris Kodjoe FC - 7.5 inches - Bottom leaning versatile

Max Wilkins - 55 - Shemar Moore FC - 8.5 inches - Top

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - hobie brown <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: softdom!hobie, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving).

• hobie is many things, but he's not an aggressive person (..most of the time). he likes giving you princess treatment, just like you deserve.

"you look beautiful, love.. is that a new top?"

• he'll run his fingers over the fabric, toying with it before slipping a large hand underneath, giving himself access to your stomach.

"as much as i love it, it would look better bunched up on the ground.."

• and he means it, because soon enough it's tossed into the growing pile of clothes by the bed, both of you stripped down and heated.

"so pretty.. i'm gonna make you feel so good, princess."

• he'll make himself comfortable between your legs, taking one of your hands and rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb.

"just relax, let me take care of you."

• he'll start touching you carefully with his free hand, prodding at your clit and occasionally dipping his fingertips inside you. he waits till you're all full on anticipation before he really starts getting to work.

• he'll begin pumping a single finger in and out of you, pressing his lips to your clit. he'll just squeeze your hand soothingly when you thrash, trying to calm you down.

"fuck, you gotta be still.. don't move, okay? i know you can do it."

• after his teasing goes on for a while, he won't be able to help himself, taking out his finger and replacing it with his tongue.

• he'd be pressing down on your abdomen to keep you still, eating you out like a street dog lapping up scraps. he's entirely zoned in on you, your taste the only thing on his mind.

• but of course, he wouldn't stop there. when he managed to bring you to your orgasm, he'd lick up all your cum before moving his head back up, kissing you and mumbling praises in your ear.

"you taste amazing, doll. fuckin' incredible."

"i'm gonna show you exactly how much i love you.."

• you'd eventually end up on all fours, shaking as he fucked you into the bed. you were certainly in for a long, long night.

**

A/N: i had sm fun with this one, sorry for robbing you of the juicy stuff, i can always do a part two :). lowkey had to rush this one. still, i hope you enjoyed, happy scrolling <3.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Daniel Kaluuya smut fic pls xx

Unfortunately I don't write for Daniel. I'm sorry.

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

1 Month

Part 2

Pairing: Oj Haywood x Black female reader

Warnings: Bondage, Angst, Yearning 😂 (so y'all, this is part 2, and it took me a while to figure it out I hope y'all enjoy 💕)

Word count: 22752

HA SO THE LUCKY SPECIAL WORKED said Emerald. I knew some weird shit was going on. He stopped grunting all the time and being grumpy, she said, laughing. “Can you shut the hell up?”I bit at Emerald. “You said you needed my help”. My tone was embarrassed partially by how loud she was and second by her statement. I haven’t seen Emerald in a month; a lot has happened, like a weird alien lingering around their farm. “That’s why you haven’t been coming around,” said Emerald as she leaned in. Her lashes touched her eyebrows with anticipation as her smile widened. Her gaze held my eyes with amusement and curiosity“damn, it was that bad. Should have fucked with me,” causing me to let out the loudest laugh. We’re in a dinner, drinking our milkshakes and sharing a fry, reviewing her research about this alien and the ranch. “What was so funny?” I heard his voice, and everything stopped, the laugh spilling out my body, the old music that blared through the dinner. I knew that voice, that deep country voice. I turned to see OJ; he was looking at Emerald and me. His body was more buffer, and his skin was glowing from sun exposure. He wore an old faded t-shirt, and his dark blue jeans faded from working. His gaze went from Emerald and fell on me. For once, I couldn’t read them well. It’s not like I ever could. OJ didn’t have a lot of facial expressions. I had to look back at Emerald, hoping she would save me. “I was telling her about that weirdo we met from the camera store,” said Emerlaed in a charismatic tone, “Angel,” said Oj. “yep,” we both said in unison. “Mhm,” he sat beside Emerald. “Alright, back to business. What the fuck is this over our ranch, and why is it here,” said Emerald noticing a shift in the room.

“Bye em be. Safe,” I said as she exited the car to walk into her new women of the week house. Emerald will still attend her bootie call even when supernatural things run around. Yeah, she said, walking away. “I’ll get you tomorrow, I assume,” said OJ passive-aggressively. She stopped and turned around, you assumed correctly, causing me to giggle as OJ drove off. I could feel the tension setting in. Who knew a 5’4 girl who Yaps with a loud voice was keeping the tension at bay? “So, how lucky will I be to see him in commercials?” I said, trying to make small talk. I can feel OJ‘s body tense, his eyes on the road. “He is supposed to be in a beer commercial” in about two months. “OK, well, that’s good. That’s exciting. I can’t think of the last time Lucky was in” before I could finish my sentence. He cut me off; “where have you been?” His eyes didn’t leave the road, causing my body to heat up. “I texted you and called you,” but there was no response. The only person you respond to is my sister for this:” I can tell you wanted to say more, but Oj never Said more. He only talked when he felt like talking. Oj saying this much was shocking to me. “I got wrapped up with my job, and between working and stuff, it has just become a lot.” I said my words, fumbling, trying to come up with any excuse for not calling or texting him back. Lucky listened to the excuse and turned the radio up. “there is something on your mind, the way you look at me.” I don't know if it was the singer's voice filled with concern and yearning or the old band playing behind the singer's voice. Maybe it was the lyrics or how Oj's jaw flexed as he tried not to talk. Still, I felt the tension rise in the car, and my body turned to jelly. The silence and this song were going to be the death of me.

Once we arrived at my house, everything looked the same: my porch light was flickering cause it needed to be fixed. The radio was turned off, and now we were in silence before I could say anything.” how long has your light been out?”

“ since last week, but I don’t go out often, so it hasn’t bothered me. I responded. “My tool kit is in the back, and I’ll fix it”He said. As we got out of the car and my feet hit the ground, I was grateful to feel the earth. My legs were still tingling, and the air was thick as OJ grabbed his toolbox, and I went inside. I decided talking wasn’t the best option. “Okay, okay, y/n, while he fixes the light, get yourself together I scrutinized myself as I went into the fridge. I noticed the lemon bars I made for a hot summer night. I grabbed some without thinking, one for me, one for him. When I walked back to the front, my light fixture was now fixed, and Oj was heading to his car. “OJ!” you said with a worried tone. He turned around, putting his toolbox in his trunk. You looked at him, and your eyes said, please stay hoping he would understand. You sat on your porch steps with your plate in your hand, holding the sweets you made.

“You want a treat?” You said, voice thin, scarred of what he’d say or want to say. Oj stopped and looked at me for a long time, his face unreadable. He walked up to me slowly and sat down. His body was big in stature as he sat at the top of the steps, His legs stretched to the bottom steps, and the air felt warm and heavy with him near me. He grabbed the sweet off my plate and took a bite. I looked at him, wondering what he’d say about my newest lemon dessert. “9/10,” He said. “Gasps,” I said, “that’s a 10/10, And you know it?” I said, grinning, voice heavy. He looked at me, smirked, and took another bite. I saw the custard form on his lip, quickly replaced with a swipe from his tongue. Oh, that tongue, his eyes glistened “to tangy.” He said maybe more powder on top. I shook my head, mentally nodding, ��Oj has no vices but one, and that’s super sweet pastries,” I giggled. Leaning away, he looked at me. One pastry was now gone.

“Oj, I’m sorry, but I should’ve been honest. I haven’t called or responded to you because I was scared My mom and dad are gone my siblings live across the country. All I have is you and Em; I don’t know.” My heart beat in my chest, and my body was overwhelmed with the truth. Oj was looking at me. “Mhmm,” he said as he looked at me. I could feel the tension. It felt like a balloon was going to pop. I stood up, grabbing the plate. “Do you wanna come inside,” I said, standing up and looking down, trying to grasp at my sanity. Oj looked up at me as he rose. I felt the dynamic shift; he was towering over me. He speaks with eyes, that’s for sure. He looked at me and then at the door. He shook his head yes.

Once inside, I went straight to the kitchen and dumped the pastry in the trashcan. “I don’t have any friends said Oj. All I have is the ranch Em and you and now, Angel said. Oj crept over to me slowly, each footstep holding weight. He looked down at me and placed his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes. Oh, how I missed his warmth. His hands were rough; his hands felt like work. His hand went to the side of my neck, his thumb slowly rubbing my neck, titling my chin up. He lifted me and placed me on the dining table, my mouth open from shock. He kissed me quickly. The kiss was feverish and fast. His lips tasted of vanilla and zest. He was kissing me like he was making up for lost time, grabbing my legs, and pulling me closer to him. “But I'd rather have you like this than a friend he grunted out” as his lips left my mouth and worked his way down my neck, leaving kisses above my breast.

In this summer heat, all you had on was a tank top and shorts, his hand roaming my body and still on my neck. He pulled me in closer. “I don’t think I can get any closer.” he removed my tank top. “Uh-huh,” he said as he placed his lips around my nipple, causing me to arch my back. My fingers found the nape of his neck, diving into his kinky curls. “Oj, please, I purred,” his tongue circled my nipple, his tongue sending shocks through my body. My legs wrapped around his waist, subnconsily pushing my body backward from the dealing of pleasure. The plates and table decor fell over with a clatter. Clank as so of my cups hit the floor. His hands gripped under my thighs and lifted me, causing me to yelp. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giggling as he walked me to my room.

He placed me on the bed. “hold still, " he said with a smirk. As I lay on the bed, my body felt vulnerable. I could feel his fingertips dancing on me, going up and down. I felt a thumb swipe over my spot with my jeans on, causing me to gasp. His hands slowly trailed to the button of my shorts. As the button popped, I could feel He pulled down my shorts off my leg.his hands slowly rose to my waist, dragging his hands back up my body, leaving me in my panties that were red. “A month. I’ve thought about you for a month,” he said, removing his shirt. “I thought about that night you slept over.” his tone was calm. His toned body was showing, and his skin glistening in the dimly lit room. His muscles flexed as he removed his belt, jeans, and underwear. Once free, he grabbed my hands, placing them above my head. He stopped and looked at me in my face. “ for a month, I missed you, your laugh, your warmth,” his tone dripping with sincerity. His face observed every piece of me, soaking me In like this. I got so lost in his eyes I almost didn’t feel the leather wrap around my wrist. “ Oj,” I said, breaking eye contact and looking at my wrist. His belt was now tied around my wrist, his buckle at the front on full display, shining in the light, and I was shocked looking at him. Oj looked at my wrist. “just say no,” he said. He looked at me, and I knew he meant it.” I’m okay,” I whispered.

“A month,31 days, you stayed on my mind. I kept thinking about what I would do and how I would kiss you, he said, rubbing the side of my thigh slowly. So I’m going to show you what’s been in my head for 31 days,” he said, kissing me earnestly. His hands find my clothes clit and start playing with it, causing me to have gaps in his mouth. He grunts in my mouth as he speeds up with his finger over my clit, causing me to squirm. The feeling felt so Good but so far away. “please, please,” I said as I thought about the feeling between my legs. The feeling growing inside of me, but my panties were stopping the feeling. “Uh, uh, I know you got it,” he said, his southern drawl in my ear as his finger moved over my clothed clit harder.I felt my wetness start to drip past my panties.

“common be good for me.” He said. The wetness between my legs grew. My panties were becoming wet, and my voice became ragged.” Please, please, uhh,” I said, my core tightening, the feeling going through my body. “Your thighs are shaking so much,” he said, “cum for me.” The wetness pooled in my panties, causing me to come undone. My sight was hazy, my breath shallow, and I put my tied wrist around his neck.I looked him in his eyes, and I knew at that moment I couldn’t run anymore.

From him or my feelings in that moment, my hands tied draped over the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me, his full lips feeling out mine, causing me to sigh in contempt as I kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my clothed member now grinding against him. His caused him to grunt, stopping my hips with his hands. He pulled down my panties and threw them across the room. His finger trails up my calf and my inner leg. As it reached my core, I felt my eyes close with anticipation. His finger swipes between my folds before they enter his two fingers, entering me. Letting out a gasp from the heavy breathing in the room and the wet sounds of him fingering me, his two fingers going in and out of me at a slow, poisonous rhythm. OJ was breathing hard as he looked down, eyes locked on my pussy. “You seem ready for me,” he said as he looked up at me. I opened my eyes and shook my head. Oj positioned himself in between my legs and pushed in with a demanding force, causing me to moan in satisfaction. His lips met my neck as he nibbled and kissed, teasing his hips, moving slowly, still moving with force, his hips snapping, meeting the rhythm of my hips. He bites my neck, causing me to yelp. “I missed you he said” “I missed you too” the words flowing out of me, my body melting like butter. “A month,” he said as he snapped his hips, causing me to moan, words falling from my mouth, “I’m sorry, ugh, please.” as you arched your back, you felt him hit the spot inside of you that will have you undone soon, I won’t do it again” you said feeling the wetness pool in between your legs as he enters you his rhythm now becoming more frantic his hips bucking into yours with more meaning then you can describe. You could feel the wind leave your body; your eyes closed, your hands still clasped wrapped around his neck as your breast bounced to the rhythm Oj was setting. You felt your thighs begin to shake as he started to hit that spot again. Your eyes began to water, your moans fell out of your mouth, and your stomach began to tighten. Oj started to moan, and his thrust became more sporadic. As Oj lowers himself, you feel him on your body more. Your chest now touches both of your warm skin, hot and dripping with lust. You felt Oj grab your leg and raise it higher. He soon was bucking his hips desperately. Your eyes began to roll as the moans kept falling from your mouth as your body tried to rise off the bed. “no more running,” he said with a grunt as he captured his lips with yours. Your body spasmed as you released, feeling the sheets damping beneath you. “Oh fuck” said Oj as he pulled out quickly and came on your pelvis area. As both of your breathing slowed down. His body is towering over yours, now removing the belt buckle from your sore red wrists. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” OJ said.

[backwoodssbby]

Black Love

Symbols: angst: ✺| fluffy: ☁︎| smut: ✿|

Not all of my work is 18+. But the work that is 18+, MDNI! Please and thank you.

I got the rappers, the singers, the actors, the influencers, the streamers, the athletes. WE GOT IT ALL! And YES I do take requests.

𓆩♡𓆪 Brent Faiyaz

☁︎ NightTime- Your daughter can’t sleep because she misses her daddy, who is back doing tours after your daughter’s arrival. This makes you wonder is this the right time to have another kid with Christopher.

𓆩♡𓆪 Daniel Kaluuya

✺|✿ Stay Away From My Son- You’re a single mother of two kids, Bryson, 17, and Brooklyn, 3. Brooklyn is a sweetheart. Not a tablet kid, always in her picture books, and lets you teach her stuff before she’s off to pre-k. Her troubled ass brother, Bryson, just wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a drug dealer to support the house. You try to tell him it’s okay and you can take care of it without him trying to help, especially in the way he is trying to go about it, but he just doesn’t listen. So now, you must do whatever it takes for Bryson to stay away from the local drug dealer, Daniel before he ends up dead like his daddy.

𓆩♡𓆪 Lashana Lynch

✺|✿ Formerly Known As Yours- Lashana is your ex. You two dated for five years and broke up three minutes before your sixth year anniversary because you caught her cheating on you. A few weeks later, you see she’s with the girl who she cheated on you with. You were hurt at the fact she didn’t even trying to get you back, she just got with her. There was a party coming up and you had to get your groove back or see if you got it.

𓆩♡𓆪 Stephen Curry

✿ Locker Room Sex- You were messaging Steph Curry for a while and then eventually he ghosts you. You were desperately in need to talk to him. For reasons. For answers, on what exactly is going on. You sneak in the Golden State locker room and you definitely get more than answers.

𓆩♡𓆪 Trevante Rhodes

✿ His Favorite- Trevante's favorite stripper is out of work for a while and has no one as a replacement. You decide that you want to be his favorite. Not just for the night. His forever replacement.

𓆩♡𓆪 Yahya Abdul Mateen II

✺|☁︎|✿ Laying Low- You sell drugs with your boyfriend, Darnell, but you two constantly argue back and forth. One day, he tells you about how a man named Yahya is seeking revenge on you two for killing his cousin, Jayshawn, when you two were in high school. What happened next? Read it to find out.

✿ Yahya: The Musical- ICU- Yahya and you used to be together, until you both realized that you were better off as friends. You start dating again and none of the guys are really for you. a lonely night in your apartment makes you realize that Yahya might be one. O M W- As soon as you knew Yahya was done with the gym, you texted him that you needed that dick. He gets ready and gives you exactly what you want.

[tomhollandishot]

Hey guys! Im gonna start writing fanfics so pls send me ideas and ppl to write for!! 😁😁

I mostly wanna write for:

Aaron taylor-johnston & his characters

Adam driver & his characters

Andrew Garfield & his characters

Andrew Lincoln& his characters

Chris Evans & his characters

Daniel kaluuya & his characters

Ethan hawke & his characters

Evan peters & his characters

Giancarlo Esposito & his characters

Jacob elordi & his characters

Jon bernthal & his characters

Keanu reeves & his characters

Kylian mbappe

MGG & his characters

MBJ & characters

Oscar isaac & his characters

Pedro pascal & his characters

Penn badgley & his characters

Robert de niro & his characters

Tenoch huerta & his characters

Tom holland & his characters

Travis Kelce

Timothee Chalamet & his characters

+ more!

I will not write anything that has to do with sex that has a main topic of pedophillia, blood play, and bodily fluids or anything else thats nasty 😭.

THIS WILL BE AN 18+ PAGE SO MINORS STAY AWAY PLS AND TYY!

[tawneybel]

Imagine Angel thinking about how he’s going to shoot his shot and suggest happy-to-be-alive sex, to you. And your boyfriend OJ. If you all actually survive Jean Jacket. 

Spoiler: You do and he does. 

[issahyland]

When he said, “I won’t stop princess... I got you,” that did it for me.

Disclaimer: I tend to get over my writers block with a lil encouragement. I’m sure some of y’all can relate, it’s okay I won’t tell nobody— anyway. I got super high and found the light and the end of the tunnel to this, here, draft that’s been collecting dust for months.

This one is strictly based off a conversation that my fellow writing friend, @504queen, had & this interview, right here.

Now, grab your vibrators and enjoy!

Kiss Me

It was always the one thing on her mind, whenever she saw him. Talked to him. Thought about him.

Now, it had come out.

The cat was out of the bag.

His right brow raised, slightly. He was surprised— but, not in the way that one would think.

He’d always catch her eyes lingered on his lips as he spoke to her... watch how she’d absentmindedly bite her own lip, sometimes.

He never thought she’d come out and say it. Yet, here they are.

Taking a step towards her, he reaches out for her hand, taking it into his own. His midnight eyes meet hers, making her melt.

“You’re a card, you know that?” He says. She lets out a shaky laugh, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Am I a good card?” She asks, watching his eyes dance over her face.

Instead of verbally responding, his hand moves away from hers up to her chin, pulling her closer to him. Her breath hitches.

The last thing she sees is his smile, before their lips touch, setting her hormones ablaze.

Her hands cup the sides of his face, her nails softly scratching his beard. His hands find her waist, rubbing circles on her exposed skin.

A soft sigh escapes her at the softness of his lips.

Sitting her atop the island behind her, his heavy hands rest on her thick thighs, squeezing ever so gently. Tingles rush up her spine.

Their tongues slowly wrestle for dominance. The temperature in the room skyrocketing.

Her hands peel the blue jean jacket from his shoulders, as his lips trail down her neck, delighted by the unsteady climb in her breathing.

“Daniel...,” she breathes, clutching onto him as his tongue makes a path on her scorching skin.

“Mm,” he chuckles, going back to squeeze her flesh, “you sound so pretty.”

The moment his teeth nip at her collarbone, she lightly pushes him away. Her teeth scraping her bottom lip as she catches her breath.

“Did I do something wrong?” He questions.

“No.,” she whispers, leaning back in to peck his lips. “I didn’t know that would feel like that.”

“You like surprises, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Let me give you a couple more.” Hoisting her up from the counter, he carries her off to her bedroom.

Tossing her onto the bed, he pulls his jean jacket from his shoulders, dark eyes boring into hers.

The inside of her thighs begin to stick together with the mixture of perspiration and arousal as his clothes hit the floor.

Stalking the short distance towards her, he kneels to her level and their lips reconnect. This time, full of passion and yearning.

Her hands land on his broad shoulders, while his hands roam her shapely figure. Their tongues mold together, as if they’d been long-term lovers.

“Mmm,” his mouth trails down her neck, resuming his teasing to her supple skin. “Never thought we’d be here, huh?”

She whimpers out a ‘no’, as he sucks on her sweet spot, her thighs clenching. He smiles against her skin.

Pulling away, his fingers find the buttons on her blouse, deftly unbuttoning and tossing it behind her head, revealing her full breasts confined by her emerald lace bra.

“My favorite color.” He grunts. Her skin raises in a million goosebumps at the sound. Moving to her side, he rubs his sharp jaw.

“Stand up for me.” Moving a little bit too quickly for her own liking, she stands in front him,unzipping the side of her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. Her matching thong makes his mouth water.

“Mm mm mm.” Reaching out for her hand, he pulls her to him and reclines back onto the bed, pulling her with him.

Her eyes widen as he moves her higher up on his chest, moving her thong to the side to reveal her glistening slit. His pupils dilate.

Wasting no time, his tongue swipes over her clit, almost doing her in. She braces herself with a grab of his shoulders.

Her body tenses as he licks away at her. His hands knead the softness of her sides. He pulls away, only to mumble ‘relax, beautiful’.

Slowly giving in to his dreamlike touch, a moan slips from her lips. “That feels so good,” she wines her hips against his mouth.

His lips suckle her clit, eliciting a gasp and a jerk from her. He hums against her.

Her movements become more fluid, as the pressure in her belly heightens. Her hand finds the top of his head as she tosses her own back, her moans filling the air.

“You’re gonna make me cum!,” a chill rushes up her spine. Cupping her breast in her free hand, her back arches.

“Fuck!,” she squeaks, her thick thighs clenching around his face as her orgasm rushes through, almost making her topple over.

“Ohhh fuck!,” her hips continuously grind against his mouth, emptying her honey onto his awaiting tongue. She stares down at him with wide eyes, his deep brown ones already staring up at her.

Collapsing forward, her forehead becomes one with the cool headboard, as he continues to lap at her sticky folds.

His groans hit her clit, directly, setting her off, once more. Her eyes roll back, thighs tightening around his face, once more.

“Mmm!,” she grasps his hands, trying to pry them away from her sides as he wildly wags his tongue against her.

“Okay, okay! That’s enou— unh!” Leaning back up, she continues her efforts of freeing herself from his lethal tongue.

Her face screws up, harsh whimpers leaving her. His tongue rolling over her bud like it’s his favorite ice cream, sending her clawing at his soft fro.

“My God!” She huffs. A small, frazzled laugh leaving her as he continues. “I can’t take anymore.”

Placing one last kiss to her sodden lips, he finally releases her.

Flipping them over, he presses himself against her, letting her feel all of what he’s about to give to her.

Their lips reunite as his briefs hit the floor. Her hand reaches between them, lining his thickness up with her purring kitten, moaning into his mouth as she rubs against him.

“I’m so wet for you,” she breathes, pecking his lips. He presses his forehead against hers, before sliding inside of her.

Her leg wraps around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Mmm, gimme that big dick, baby.”

His brows raise, as he realizes that he’s in for some surprises of his own.

Planting his feet firmly on the ground and getting a good grip her wide hips, his thrusts begin to smoothly pivot into her.

Her bottom lip immediately makes a home between her teeth, the sensation causing her to grip his shoulders.

His eyes bore into hers as his rhythm changes, a moan slipping past her trembling barrier. She bites down harder.

“Come on, beautiful... let me hear it,” he dips his head into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, nibbling on her skin. She naturally recoils from the feeling, his mouth unrelenting of her flesh.

Her mouth falls open, a giggle laced moan filling the air. “That t-tickles!.... sssss, ooh that feels so good, baby,” her hands stretch across his back, lightly scratching.

His upward thrusts cause her body to tighten around his own. Her soft moans turn into full cries of pleasure.

Her hands find his chest, as it becomes a little too overwhelming for her. Gripping her wrists, gently, he coerces them by her head, beginning to hit a spot that makes her toes curl.

“That’s my— that’s my spot!,” she whimpers. He kisses her pouty lips.

“Hmm... right here?”

“Yes! Don’t stop!” Her eyes roll back.

“I ain’t stoppin’ baby,”

“Fuck, don’t stop!”

“I got you,” her back arches away from the bed. Hands flailing under his vice grip.

“Fuuuuuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Right on this dick, baby...”

Her jaw goes slack as her orgasm rushes through her. Turning her head, she squeezes her eyes shut as he continues to drive into her.

She breathes out an ‘oh my god’ as he presses kisses to her face. Her fists drawn tight.

“You like that?” He teases in her ear.

“Yeah! Don’t stop!” Her toes curl.

“I won’t stop, princess... I got you,” his baritone in her ear makes her gush.

“Give it to me, baby...” she purrs. Releasing her wrists, he places his elbows onto the bed and digs into her at a deeper angle.

“Yessss,” her hands immediately find his back, fingers spreading out against his skin. “Unh! That feels so goo— oh!”

Her hands lightly smack his back, trying her best to contain herself, but is steady unraveling.

“Scratch me.” He mumbles into her chin. Her nails slightly scrape against his smooth skin, even though she wanted to do more damage.

“Come on, baby...” his movements slow, as he precisely grinds into her spot. Her eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck,” her legs wrap around him, “right there, baby,” she chants over and over.

“Right here?”

“Yess,” she whines. “I’m gonna cum!” Her nails sink into his skin as he speeds back up, pulling her orgasm from within her, abruptly.

“Oh!” Her thighs begin to shake as she gushes around him, once more. His own groans, freely flying into the air.

“Fuck,” he grunts into her skin, feeling her suck him up, as he continues. Leaning back up on his hands, his thrusts speed back up.

Not afraid, anymore, she drags her nails down his back, her breath getting caught as he pumps into her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Her mouth drops open. “Unh!, that feels so good...”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Squeeze it, baby.”

Lip between her teeth, she gushes and squeezes him, simultaneously.

Daniel feels a powerful tug in his gut, reaching for the back of her thighs as a means to escape, before he unintentionally becomes a father.

“Don’t stop.... I feel you cummin’,” she moans into his ear, weakening him by the second.

“Oh shit, baby..” heavy pants mix with choppy thrusts, delighting his sweated beauty. Her lips find his ear, purring right into it.

“That’s right... give it to mama,” she moans as he fills her with his seed.

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