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Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

summary. (how to get) the monster trio cumming in their pants untouched.

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader (separate)

wc. 1.2k

kazu’s note. take these crumbs as i suffer from writer’s block 🚶🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘— consented somnophilia, mentioned overstimulation.

nights like these, luffy found hardest to seek for sleep. there wasn’t anything specific that had triggered this sudden want, but one minute he’s trying to fall asleep with a boner, the next he’s got you on your back, one leg draped over his shoulder. your legs are spread so prettily, so welcoming and luffy can’t help but grind against your clothed cunt, the silk material of your pyjama shorts easing the movements. his pace is steady and careful at first, the bottom of his top tucked in between his teeth, his stomach contracting as his abs clench, bulge rubbing against your warmth, seeking for relief. you’re too good for him, staying still and quiet, letting him take care of both of you so nicely, without stirring awake.

though, luffy is known to be impatient; so to no surprise does he suddenly pick up the pace when you shift just slightly on your side, unintentionally opening yourself further and mumble an unintelligible moan. luffy whines as he ruts desperately, like an animal in heat, as he leaves open mouthed kissed down the skin of your leg, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts and thumbing at your clit lazily. he’s got all this pent up energy he’s ready to release, and dear god, your quiet whines trigger something animalistic within. luffy leans forward, wanting to hear more of you, wanting to smell more of you, as he nuzzles his nose deep in the crook of your neck, humps growing more frantic and desperate. he feels his stomach tightening and suddenly he wants you awake to experience this with him.

being the perfect soul you were, you were drawn out of your slumber and woke up to a whiny luffy, babbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how he just can’t get enough of you. still exhausted but wanting to see your captain crumble at your touch, your slipped a hand at his raven locks and tugged tight while the other sat at his waist and encouraged him to rut deeper. he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh, soothing the wound with a swipe of his tongue and a mumbled apology. your soft whines and strokes at his back coax him into his anticipated orgasm, grinding and emptying himself while rubbing against your heat. he’s finished cumming but he can’t help but keep at it, wanting to share this blissful sensation with you, and so he forces his movements, mind set on having you cumming for him too. the overstimulation may be a lot, tears forming at his lash line and choppy whines echoing into the quiet night, but for the sake of you, he’s willing to put himself through the pleasurable pain, all but expecting the next upcoming orgasm.

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎— nipple play, slight masochism/sadism, mentioned degradation.

slick lips sloshed one over the other, the tilt of heads only deepening the contact as your tongue brushed and sucked at his. thighs straddling at each sides of his waist, zoro felt his mind go dizzy with arousal at the feel of your hips rocking into him. surely it was unintentional, simply following through with the flow, but with the slight bite of your teeth at the tip of his tongue and the way your scent clouded his senses, he couldn’t help but groan loudly into you. calloused hands searched for skin-to-skin contact with you, despite not knowing how to express however he’s feeling, and so he follows your rhythm, big hands easing into your grinding.

somehow along the lingering touches and grinding, had you taken account of the cold jewelry that sat beneath his top and into perked buds. now sucking onto his bottom lip and simultaneously flicking at the hardened nipple, nail grazing the flesh, had he noticed the painful strain at his dick in his pants. vice claw grip on your waist, zoro whined almost pitifully into your mouth, chasing your mouth further as drool pooled from both your mouths with teeth clashing, and the damn momentum of your clothed cunt rubbing over his weeping dick, on top of your mean tugs at his jewelled nipples. you mumbled something along the lines of how would the crew react to seeing their scary swordsman “all slutty just for me”, and dammit, zoro usually had great self control so he couldn’t understand why he could he felt his balls tightening at your degradation.

tongue shoved deep in your mouth, zoro hoped it’d be able to muffle his uncharacteristic moans, arms wrapping tight around your waist. when your kisses trailed from his jaw, to his neck, to the three golden earrings that chimed silently with movement, zoro felt himself finishing embarrassingly quick. your pinches at his pretty jewellery, sitting through sensitive brown buds, the dry stimulation of your hips rutting at his throbbing cock, the lick of your tongue at the shell of his ear, breath warm with a quiet moan resonating in his ear. it took no less than a “that’s it baby.” to get him to finish his load before it could even begin, hands lifting your hips up and slamming you down on his leaking bulge, emptying himself in his pants where he imagines you’d be, naked and warm and tight, milking him dry for what he’s worth.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈— face sitting, dacryphilia.

sitting down on the flat of sanji’s tongue, you grabbed ahold of the wooden bed frame before you for stability. rocking your hips back and forth, sanji watched through blue eyes as you tucked your bottom lip beneath your top row teeth, snaked a hand beneath the white button down top he wore a few hours ago, hand groping at your chest, body jerking at teasing flicks of your hardened buds. the sweet and divine taste of you sat on his tastebuds with such delicacy, leaving him with such a want— a crave for more. the overwhelming scent of your musk had his brain in mush and slacks impossibly tighter. you were blessing him the opportunity of you using him for your pleasure— and holy fuck, sanji could feel loads of pre dribbling down his slit.

you whined and cried and called out his name, fingers abandoning the bed frame and settling for the mess of golden locks below you, nails gripping tight. “sanji, please!” the tip of his nose had bumped into your clit, your cunt now truly engulfing all of him, and even with the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t find it in him to care. with encouraging hands, he guided you up and down, back and forth on his tongue, asking and pleading you to use all of him to your advantage through his own muffled whines. sanji’s thighs clenched, involuntarily searching for some release as the strain was gradually worsening. but no, this was purely about your pleasure and yours alone.

how could he not focus on your benefit alone when he has you riding his face while begging for more, sweet juices flowing down your cunt and down to his stubble, the softness of your plush thighs squeezing his head subconsciously. your breast bounced so hypnotically to the pace you set, head thrown back as you babbled praises and gratitude to the blonde. the hypocrite he was, hard on still begging for attention, but no, not when he felt splatters of tears trailing down your cheeks and onto his forehead. sanji’s often against the idea of a lowly man bringing a lady to tears, but something in the way your plump lips fell into a pout, teary eyes watching him with such want, that he couldn’t help the whiny moan that ripped through him, orgasm coaxing all throughout, staining his briefs white with shame.

ehhh 🙎🏾‍♀️

i could be a better boyfriend than him. ABBY ANDERSON.

⁂ SUMMARY: You’re sick and tired of hearing about your best friend, Abby’s, poor sex life with her situationship, Owen. So you decide to do something about it, instead.

⁂ PAIRINGS: abby anderson x reader.

⁂ WORD COUNT: 2.6K

⁂ WARNINGS: mentions of abby x owen, one reference of reader sleeping with a guy but just a one time thing, kind of abby and owen cheating on each other/ kind of not, mentions of reader x nora but not v prominent, abby chokes reader but not like breathplay type of choking just the light stuff, friends to lovers (sort of), lots of kissing, kind of angst, some comfort i guess, jealous!reader, kind of dom!abby, reader is implied to being chubby (stretch marks, plump thighs etc,,), hints towards abby eating reader out but i didn’t write up to that cause i’m tired, possibly a p2 if this gets engagement, could honestly be read as gender neutral just skim over the word clit tbh

a massive thankyou to @prrimordiais for beta reading this for me! show her account some love, she’s an amazing author <3

It’s one of them nights where you’re having a sleep-over with Abby, and the lines are blurring between boredom and fatigue from whatever joint task you’d been assigned for the day. But this is a usual thing, because whenever it gets to around 1am in the morning, the conversation topics quickly run out and you both say whatever thought circulates your brains. Unfortunately for you, most of Abby’s thoughts revolve around Owen. Hurray for you.

“Owen never really made me cum. I sucked his dick, sure. But he never really went down on me.. if that makes sense? Like sometimes I try to hint at it and I swear he knows what I’m getting at but I just think he doesn’t want to get it. You know?” Abby rambled on, letting her thoughts get digested by the black night sky, the few specks of stars decorating it reminded you of Abby and the rare glimpses of her body you’d see, where you’d get to see freckles that lightly littered her shoulders and back, which basically left you standing there for a solid 5 seconds with love hearts for eyes.

But it always dampens your mood when you’re reminded that Owen gets to see that sight almost daily, much to your dismay.

“What? Really?” This wasn’t a shock. You’ll be for real. Abby has ranted about their sex life before and oh god, it did not seem exciting. Like, at all. It bored you whenever she spoke about it, but you grew to sympathise with her when you realised if you were bored just hearing about it, how did she feel whilst actually experiencing it?

But what would a best friend suggest? ‘Oh my god, that’s so bad! Maybe speak with him about it? I’m sure he’ll listen!”

Yeah, that could work for a best friend who wants their best friend to be happy with their boyfriend. But you’re not. You hate the guy. Why? Probably jealousy, probably cause he doesn’t know how to properly treat a woman like Abby but whatever.

But what would a selfish best friend say? Maybe something along the lines of: ‘I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could show you so much pleasure and more just give me one night, please’. Yes. Of course you’d love to tell her that. But you’re not even sure that Abby swings that way and if she feels like that towards you. ( However, she did always seem a little bit too intrigued whenever you spoke about your irregular fling with Nora or your sex life with your prior situationships. )

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know. He’s never outrightly said ‘I don’t want to eat you out’ but it’s just the way his face shifts whenever I hint towards it, and I feel like i’m killing the mood so I’ve just stopped suggesting it.” She sighs afterwards, snapping you out of your thoughts but begrudgingly continues.

“And it’s not even like he makes me cum during regular sex either! I always go to the bathroom afterwards pretending I have to pee you know, so I don’t get an STI or whatever but I secretly finish myself off instead. He also has this thing where he never lets me take control. And I’m not even into being the one whose submissive! Like sometimes I want to spice it up, be the dominant one but he never lets up. Might as well not have sex at all.” She finishes off with a huff, joint with another frustrated sigh and a roll of her eyes. You can’t help but the feel of happiness spread throughout your body that he doesn’t treat her right. Furthering the thought that only you could make her feel good.

“That’s not good, Abs. Maybe like, speak with him about it? Aren’t you two official now? If not, it’ll probably spark up an argument anyways knowing Owen.” You tried to murmur the last bit under your breath, but due to the confined space of your shared tent it was heard. Lucky you.

“C’mon y/n. He’s not that bad. And no, we’re not official. We’re just fuck-buddies I think. And he totally blew me off last week when I told him I loved him after we had sex. So I’ve been trying to distance myself from him a bit.” She mumbled softly, somehow not having any bite in her voice when it comes to talking about him. It did hurt your heart though, hearing that she’s in love with him but it hurt more after hearing he just ignores the love you’d die to have been directed towards you, instead.

“You’re joking. You can’t tell me he’s not that bad and then tell me he ignored you when you confessed your love to him. That’s so fucked, Abs!” You exclaim whilst sitting up from your laid down position, twisting awkwardly to look back at Abby.

“I don’t know. Maybe he was in a bad mood or someth-“ You cut her off before she can continue. “When are you going to stop making excuses for him, huh? He’s obviously a dick who doesn’t deserve your love or attention so you’re better off leaving him.” You say gently, not wanting it to come off like you’re having a dig at her, rather than him.

But it was always moment like these where you made a strange feeling bloom over Abby’s chest. And made a very familiar throbbing sensation between her thighs arise.

You feel her burning gaze on you when you turn around and lay back down next to her, heaving out a sigh. “I just want you to be happy, Abby. And I know that’s not with him.”

“Whatever. Maybe you’re right. I’ll just leave the whole situation alone now, the dick isn’t that worth it honestly.” She says, and you let out a laugh which quickly turns into a wheezing fit in between you both.

A few minutes after, the tent silenced over. Both minds ticking with other thoughts. Until Abby speaks,

“Is it not like that with your fuck buddies? Like, is it similar with them? I know it won’t be because they’re women and Owen’s a man but I mean, I don’t know. Is it this confusing?” She mumbles gently, straining her neck to look at you.

You narrow your eyes at this question, because here it is again. The interest in your sex life with women. Not that you’re complaining, but it’s just a bit odd. Or is it? You don’t know. Whatever. “What do you mean? The sex? The aftercare? The feelings?”

“Well, I’ve only slept with a guy like, once. I immediately discovered that it wasn’t for me. Not because of the whole penis thing, because you can easily add that into lesbian sex but because of the fact it was just sex. But with women it is just sex too, but there’s something more loving. Underlying. Like you both want to please each other but with a man he only wants to please himself. I don’t know, that’s just my way of thinking on it.” It was your turn rambling now, and Abby took it all in. She ran over every word again and again. Her brain opening up new doors that she’s never even thought of opening before.

“Do you think we could try it?” She whispers and now it was her turn to look at you with love heart for eyes.

“You want to have sex with me?” Now you’re the one straining your neck to look at her. You’re beautiful irises staring directly into hers, trying to figure out if she’s trying to tell a joke or if this a genuine offer. A once in a lifetime offer, to you.

“I mean, we can if you want to. Sex with Owen isn’t the best, you could barely even class it as sex and it’s not like he’s loyal to me either. And plus if I’m experimenting, I’d rather do it with someone who I trust.”

Your brain is going at 100 miles per hour. Is this a joke? A dream maybe? Abby can most likely see the clogs in your brain going round and round, trying to figure out an appropriate answer to whatever the fuck is going on. You feel so many emotions, lust due to the offer in front of you, happiness because she’s explicitly said she trusts you enough to have sex with you, confusion at if you’d just be fuck buddies after this and if it would ruin everything you’ve built within these past couple of months.

“Fuck it. Why not? We’ll still be friends, right?” You feel yourself stiffen up at your own words. You’re not stupid, you know that of course you won’t be just friends after this. Of course it’ll alter things. But all good things come with a price, and you were very very willing to pay.

“Yeah, of course we will.” She says, now sitting up, using her knees to sit.

“Alright then. What do you have in mind?” You mirror her position.

Abby gives you a look of curiosity and interest, letting you know that she's intrigued for trying whatever you have in mind. You remind yourself that this is her first time with a girl, so it’s only fair for you to direct her, at least.

“Why don’t you take charge, Abs? Put them big muscles into use, yeah?” You tease playfully, you’ve been silently waiting for this moment for months now so you know better than to rush. But you also want to make this memorable for her, too.

“Oh, I’m more than happy to take charge.”Abby says whilst smirking, trying to be playful but her eyes shining with desire.

“I’ll show you how strong this big body of mine can be, baby. Don’t you worry.” She chuckles playfully, and then uses her knees to shuffle closer to your body and gives you wink. “You ready?”

“Absolutely.” You say breathlessly, not knowing if this might be adding to one of the endless wet dreams you’ve had about her, or if this is actually real life. You can feel the dampness in your panties grow at the thought of this unfolding like your dreams do. Usually including various situations where Abby bends you over some type of inanimate object and fucking you till your dumb and can’t speak. How cute.

Abby smiles softly, and she nods, then she leans closer to you placing one of her rough, calloused hands onto your cheek and kisses you passionately. Her lips touch yours, gently and curious at first, then passionately, as if she’s desperate to not let of this moment, almost like she’s committing the feel of your lips together to memory. You can feel the lust radiating off her body and into your mouth, where your tongues meet. She presses herself closer to you and deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth and her heart racing. She holds the kiss for a few more moments before pulling back, heaving and smiling up at you with them damned eyes.

Underneath the lust, there’s the fact you’ve both silently been pining over each other for months, screaming, yearning to be recognised. But it is not. Not yet. Not like this.

“How about that? Did I take charge enough for you?” She raises her eyebrows in amusement, obviously teasing you as she knows you want more than a simple kiss.

“Hmm, maybe a little bit… more charge?” You purse your lips together, placing a faux look of annoyance on your face due to Abby’s teasing.

“Alright, fair enough, baby. All you had to do was properly ask.” She smirks softly, then begins to pick up where you left on your kiss. But this time, adds a rough hand around your throat, gently squeezing. Sending waves of pleasure straight through your body, to your clit.

That little fucker. You had forgot that she’s also your best friend who had been forced to listen to your endless amount of rambles about sex and kinks. And now, is ultimately using it to have sex with you. How ironic.

“How about that? Does that feel a bit more like taking charge over you?” She asks in a teasing way as she speaks, adding a tint of amusement through her tone. You can tell she’s enjoying doing this with you, and she gets lost in your kiss, not caring about anything or anyone else right now. Her focus is on you, and you alone, and how this is making her feel.

Yet again, you’re not amused with her teasing. “You’re not funny, Abs. Like, at all. I was thinking maybe something more… sexual?”

Abby blushes a bit at your boldness, but finds herself quickly recovering and placing a smirk onto her freckle filled face. “Oh? You wanted something a bit more bold now, do you? Alright, I can do that for you, baby.” She chuckles a bit.

“How do you want me to do this? What type of touching do you want?” But this time, she isn’t trying to annoy you. She’s trying to please you, and in order to do that, she needs to know exactly what to do in order to accomplish that.

She gives you another wink, trying to hide her nervousness behind yet again another smirk on her face.

“I think you know exactly what type of touching I want, Abby. Hasn’t Owen taught you nothing?” You taunt, no bite to your tone.

“I guess not, but he isn’t the one here about to fuck you, is he?” She asks with again another small grin, a hint of possessiveness in her voice. She slowly reaches out a hand and traces the tips of her fingers across our cheek for a moment, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

That dammed smirk still hasn’t left her face, but she lets out a soft chuckle. She looks into your eyes as she speaks and you see the moment her eyes become glazed with lust. That this isn’t your Abby anymore. This is the Abby you’ve only had the pleasure of meeting in your dreams.

“Maybe I do know what you want me to do, but I want to hear you say it anyways. So, go on. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” And she still hasn’t broke eye-contact with you.

“I want you in between my legs Abby. Wanna feel your tongue.“ You say as you’re becoming more turned on by her actions and words.

Abby blushes and her eyes grow wide in surprise, but she smiles softly. She didn’t expect that level of boldness. However, she enjoys it, so she lets out a chuckle before speaking.

“You sure you can handle it?” She smirks at you, running her fingers through your hair. You can feel her heart racing, and this time, you can feel her breathing speed up from the close proximity between you two.

“I’m sure. I want you so bad, Abs.” Your voice breaks, almost on the verge of begging. “Please abby. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.” You reach out and move a piece of hair stuck on your forehead so it’s out of your face. “Need you so bad.”

She only grins at your words, as she gestures for you to lay onto your back and then starts to move herself down your body. Trailing kisses down your stomach and admiring the occasional stretch marks, making sure to litter them in her love.

And now her head is comfortably snug in between your plush thighs, the only thing separating her from your heat is the thin cotton shorts and panties you’re wearing.

“Well then, I guess we’re gonna have to see about that.”

AUTHORS NOTE: hey guys 🤭 sorry for cutting it off before the good stuff but i’m tired. if this gets engagement then i’ll probably write a P.2 but yeah! so sorry if this is shitty, this is the first time i’ve wrote for WLW and wrote for TLOU. likes/reblogs or follows are so heavily appreciated. love you all <3 if there’s any typos or grammar mistakes do NOT come at me it’s like neatly 4AM in the morning. Goodnight. 😒

thinking of club owner onyankopon.

he was mean, but so sexy making everyone desperate for his attention even more. the girls in the club would add a little extra bounce to their twerk when he would walk by but got nothing.

he paid none of them any mind. but you- his eyes were on you all the time. “damn it’s like that ma?” ony had his own section tonight and had requested you, but you weren’t giving him any time of day, going to the get drinks his boys wanted and spinning on the pole.

he made one single look and everyone left leaving just you and him in the dark purple lit area. his had a cigar on the side of his mouth his hands working smoothly to make the hundreds rain down on you as your ass clapped for him

“like what ony?” slowly sliding into the splits, you put your hands in front of you bitting into your lip, while looking him deep in the eyes.

“you not gonna show me any love?” his single scentens had your nails gripping into his shoulders. onyankopon spread your ass cheeks going deeper into you sending groans into your ears with the most nasties remakes. “tight creamy pussy. fuck girl, b-break yo shit in half” he made you keep eye contact with him until you came making his claim deep inside of you

do with this as you please bb😋,ony def gives me switch vibes like..the type snatch you up and fuck your shit up for having a attitude but when you ride him or let him munch on your pum pum or suck on his dick he will literally worship you nd become a whimperin,babblin,nd moanin mess..OUU I CANTT IM GEEKINN..literally need him so bad

ony was pissed when you first began. having your legs pushed back to your ears fucking his fat cock deep into your walls, while pinching your clit just a little. “slut ass” passed his lips when his head was thrown back, teeth bitting into the juicy lip. his mistake was allowing you to ride him, you had him comfortable- so comfortable to the point that tears started to come from his eyes when they went crossed. you stood on your toes moving your ass up and down, hips twirling and pussy clenching while gushing out the already mixed cum that was inside of you. “like that ony?” you teased using the pads of your thumbs to push down on his hard brown nipples. “f-fuck mama! c-cut that shit outooo” he hadn’t noticed you had hopped off of him going right to gagging on his dick spit and cum dripping onto his thighs. you licked up the mess you made rubbing his balls together quickly bringing him to another orgasm. that night dom ony became your sweet baby boy who sucked your nipple to fall into a deep slumber

Eren discovering Ebony Porn?

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He’s itching to bust a nut, plopping down in his gaming chair before pulling his dick out of his pants, and there it is, right there on his porn hub home page. The thumbnail is what gets him, a big brown oiled-up ass and Eren strokes his dick, he grips it right after because he simply has to see what all the hype of a million views was about. The video starts off typically, a random hand rubbing oil all over the woman’s ass and yeah, it’s okay so Eren starts to lazily stroke his cock, up and down, up and down but then she starts to do something with that ass he’s never seen before.

She starts making that ass clap and Eren’s tightening his hand around his shaft, green eyes trained intently on his phone screen as he strokes his dick a little faster and her ass moves like jello. She has tattoos. Tattoos that make him dizzy every time her oiled-up ass cheeks bounce off of one another, flashing that heavy pussy at him before starting all over again, and six minutes of ass worship later Eren can’t believe he’s busted a healthy gooey nut already.

It’s all over his hand, all over his pants and Eren decides to go again. He presses the replay button, skipping along to the part he likes and he’s mesmerized all over again. He’s beating his dick up and down, rubbing his palm over his wet tip round and round and he hasn’t even gotten halfway through before he gives it to her again, hot and runny all over his phone screen. Eren’s out of breath, of course, he’s out of breath and he knows he’s onto something dangerous.

He has to go again, it’s only fair that he go again and he wants to see more of that. Eren wants to see more of whatever she was doing with that ass and at first, he gets the tags all wrong, he searches the wrong shit and he ends up on the weird side of pornhub but he’s tingling when he finds it and soon it’s taken over all of his free time.

Gifs upon gifs of ebony girls bouncing their big brown cakes in his face, videos upon videos of those pretty black girls getting pounded and some asses are darker than others, pussy’s so fat and sweet Eren has to bookmark all of them. He has to save them for later, he has to watch it again and these ebony girls don’t have pink pussy’s, at least he doesn't think so, and it perplexes him. It keeps his green eyes glued to the screen in curiosity and his dick jumps in his hand. His balls tighten and when the ebony spinner on his screen spreads her dark pussy lips for the camera, showing him her wet pink clit and he busts all over her. Eren groans as he paints his phone screen with his thick semen again.

After he finishes wiping his phone screen off Eren finds out he likes the doggystyle ebony videos the most but he has to type in “Ebony Backshots” to find the really good videos. The videos where the ebony girls cream and scream. The videos where she’s gripping the sheets, throwing that ass back with a thunderous clap and Eren’s heart can’t take it when she says, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts-”

“-Jesus,” His heart can’t take it and Eren slams his phone down onto his computer desk before he jizzes on the floor between his legs and he’s not proud of it. He’s not proud of the daddy kink he’s developing as he replays that exact part, listening to her say, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts,”, over and over and over again and her pussy’s so wet, it’s so creamy on that dick and Eren’s cringing as he cums, curling his toes up and wrinkling his nose and of course he watches it again.

The pov videos where they just get straight to the fucking are the best, the petite ebonies are good, the bbw ebonies are great but Eren loves the thick ebonies the most and it’s the absolute worst when he stumbles upon what he thinks will be a good video, but it’s tainted with a man that won’t shut up or fuck her right. It’s the absolute worst when the stroke game is weak and she has to overcompensate with those obviously fake moans. It’s the worst because Eren gets angry, he knows he shouldn’t get angry but he gets angry because which man in his right mind wouldn’t snatch that ass up, press an arch into that smooth back, and clap those fat brown cheeks like his life depended on it?

Eren would, Eren knows he would. God, Eren knows for a fact he’d tear some ebony pussy up if given the chance. It’s all he can think about and he has to squeeze the base of his dick real tight so he doesn’t cum right then and there and he’s in too deep when he finds out they’re on onlyfans too. He’s unsubscribed from all of his old favorites and he knows all the sites to spend Grisha's money on.

Before long he knows all the good ebony cam girls and he leaves them all a tip, fifteen or twenty if he cums extra hard, nothing too crazy. If he’s feeling generous he’ll buy things off their wish lists for them, and he finds himself sending one cam girl way too many gifts. Of course he doesn’t stop, he buys her more gifts because it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault she’s got a tight, pretty-looking asshole with one of the creamiest pussy’s he’s seen in a while. It’s not her fault she sucks that dildo with so much passion he feels it through the screen, jesus, it’s not her fault, it could never be her fault.

Never thought I'd me reading For Ony but gah damn I want- no need more of him 🤭🤭

basketball player!ony who takes his career very seriously. he was the star in high school when you met him and he is the star now at his big name d1 college.

basketball player!ony who’s been scouted by many nba teams, but refuses to go into the draft until he gets his degree. you and him have been together since freshman year of high school and he doesn’t plan on changing that no matter how much recognition he gets.

basketball player!ony who is about 6’5, playing as his schools starting point guard. he averages about twenty-six points a game and wears the number 3. sometimes basketball player!ony can get very hard on himself when he doesn’t perform the way he wants to and he always needs you there to help. whether it be getting his rebounds or watching his previous film, basketball player!ony always looked to you first.

basketball player!ony who begged you to go to the same college as him, not thinking he would survive being away from you and you didn’t mind because you felt the exact same way.

basketball player!ony who has to shoot down different girls everyday. constantly throwing away love letters and gifts from the many girls on campus. sometimes splitting the candy he’d get with you.

basketball player!ony who is rarely seen without you unless he is at practice or a game and during those games he always made sure you are seated in the nearest seat to the bench. throwing you a quick wink with a smirk when he’d make a tough shot.

basketball player!ony who’d always bring you up in his interviews after games.

“onyankopon what a great game tonight. you did spectacular ending with thirty-seven points, twelve assists and eleven rebounds. how does it feel to be such a big asset to the team at such a young age?”

“uhhm i just come out here and perform like i normally do. i love this game and it’d be disrespectful of me to not play at my full potential as often as i can. i also wanna give a shout-out to my beautiful girlfriend y/n. there have been nights where it’s just me and her watching film, breaking each game down to make me better. i wouldn’t have made it this far without you mama. i love you”

he’d say, looking straight into the camera as if you were watching him through it. (the interview went viral btw)

basketball player!ony who has you wear his chains for each game since he can’t wear jewelry while playing, not letting you take them off until the two of you got to his dorm room.

“fuck keep ridin’ it just like that baby.” he groaned as you bounced up and down on your boyfriends dick, pretty gold chains dangling from your neck as you slowed your pace. he had just finished a game and needed to get you home immediately after seeing a random from the crowd try to flirt with you, snatching your attention away from him while he was killing his opponents. one of his favorite things about you was that you loved basketball just as much as he did, watching every game without batting an eye.

you gave your boyfriend your full attention and even gave him criticism to show for how much you were paying attention. the fact that some random nigga can snatch that attention from him boiled his blood. his legs were tired and already getting sore from the game as he lay comfortably under you. “daddy m’tireddd” you have been going at it for almost an hour, but basketball player!ony knew you were a good girl and wouldn’t stop until he said to. “ion care. keep that same pace until i nut in you”

basketball player!ony who also let you pick his jersey number.

it was the night after graduation when he had your legs pressed up to your chest on the bed. basketball player!ony fed you deep strokes as he talked to you about your future with him. “how many babies you want daddy t’give you?” he groaned in your ear while pushing himself deeper. you moaned out loud as you felt him kiss your cervix, eyes rolling back as you were slowly going in and out of awareness. “c’mon mama i need an answer it’s important”

you had no idea why he was so eager for an answer but you knew he wasn’t going to let you cum until you told him. he let go of your legs and held both of your hands in his. staring you in the eyes as he slowed his speed and deepened his strokes. you were falling more in love with this man everyday. “i know you like that, but i need you to give me an answer or daddy gon have to stop.” your back arched off the bed as your boyfriend hit a particularly sensitive spot in you. he knew you were close, but he really needed you to answer his question. he stopped completely, staying inside of you as he waited for a reply. you mewled, upset at the lack of friction. “i know mama i know. just tell me how many and i’ll fuck you ‘til you wet this bed up.”

“t-three.” you whispered. it was barely audible, but he heard you, asking again for clarification. “speak up baby” “t-threeee ohh myyy goddd daddy waitttt” you freed one of your hands before pawing at his stomach. he pounded into you at a quick pace, drawing your orgasm out quickly as you spasmed around his dick. “and ima take care of you and them when i go pro i swear. they not gon have to worry about a damn thing and ima wear that number on my back to remind the both of us who we doin this shit for” the two of you came together, holding each other as fatigue got the best of you and ushered the both of you to sleep. your boyfriend never forgot what he swore to do and kept up with it through college.

basketball player!ony never started a game without first kissing his three fingers and pressing them on his jersey. letting you know he always remembered his promise to you.

✧ ﾟ— mirah, black, 9teen, her/she! chubby sanrio enthusiasts, acrylic nail lover, pretty pink princess, ice muncher, anime connoisseur. // works

daddy’s pretty girl.

my “y/n’s” are black, fem, and chubby! please do not get into my ask box asking for anything that’s not that!

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