Big Poppa

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!Welcome to my account¡

im big poppa, im makin’ this account because I js wanna write frl and writing whole ass stories on Wattpad takes way too much energy, especially balancing it with school so imma start on here. <3

in all honesty I’ll most likely just write about whatever man (or woman 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) im currently delusional about..and there’s wayyyyy too many to name.

i’ll most likely take request when I reach flow state on writing cus im lwk going through a writers block but that’s because of all these fuck ass exams but my horny ass will come up with something.

when I actually start writing I’ll make a master list and all that goodness and im open to criticism, im always looking for ways to improve cus im not the best writer, so any and all criticism and tips are welcomed, js don’t be a piece of shit about it.

all my characters in my stories will be written with black women in mind because that’s what I am and I feel like there isn’t enough fanfics that include black females, if you don’t like it, you could stop reading or use your own imagination but I won’t be changing anything.

some little things im interested in; anime (not watching it as much now), music, food, writing, and being delusional ﾒ૦.

Big no’s

lil racist comments or any form of racism

homophobia will definitely not be tolerated

slurs cus that shit isn’t cute

and don’t hate if you don’t like it just move on

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Lazy sex with Suguru Geto

| — .✦ ݁˖ synopsis; getting high with geto + sex = lazy sex

| — .✦ ݁˖ cw; mdni, smut dabble, black!reader, slightly rushed, p in v, dirty talk, smoking, unprotected sex

how you ended up in geto’s bed, face down ass up? you don’t know, it all happened so fast. one moment you’re smoking a blunt with geto in his room, the next? you’re making out.

geto’s hips stay idle as he takes a hit of the blunt, watching your hips slowly push back on his flush, hard dick with low eyes. he blows the smoke into the air, one large thick hand stays sprawled against your lower back, guiding you back and forth on his dick.

you let out a tiny, breathy moan into his pillow as his tip hits that gushy spot inside you. you lift your head off the pillow and look back at him, your heavy lidded eyes meet his hazy, red ones.

“stop hogging the blunt.” you groan as you watch him take another slow hit—blowing it into the air again—unbothered.

your body jerks forward as a loud moan is drawn from your plump, swollen lips when geto’s hips snap against yours. the low sound of his chuckling fills your ears. “wanna try that again?” his tone low and cocky, pulling you back against his dick.

“mmngh—you’re so—“ your words die in your throat when geto’s long, slim fingers feel up your thigh, finding your aching clit and starts rubbing slow, agonizing circles around the bundle of nerves causing you to cry out his name.

“mm, you’re so reactive,” he grunts, fingers quicken when you clench around him again. “this pretty little pussy milkin’ me so well.. so greedy.” he groans as he watches himself drag against your gushy folds.

“hgn!—f-fuck,” your head falls back onto his pillow that smells like cigarette smoke and something uniquely him. your hands pull at the sheets as your thighs start to shake more aggressively.

the blunt? forgotten. geto stubbed it out on a random ashtray, his full attention solely on him disappearing inside your dripping, needy pussy.

the sound of your wet, gushing pussy fills the dimly lit room every time geto slides between your glistening folds. your pretty little moans and whimpers are music to his ears as he watches your desperate attempts to make him go faster.

“tell me how much you want it,” he grunts, his hand sprawled against your lower back glides up your back until he’s gripping your nape, pulling you up into a mean arch. “tell me.”

in one sharp motion, his hips snap against your ass, pace picking up as his hand moves to grip your jaw, your ass pushed firmly against his pelvis, deepening you into a meaner arch.

“i want it s-so bad,” you whine as geto starts to kiss down your neck, the sensitive skin hot with a glint of sweat. “p-please.. i want you.”

a loud yelp leaves your lips when he pushes you back into the sheets, his pace causing your body to jerk violently against the creaking mattress. his pace is animalistic, like you giving him permission to ruin you unleashed something primal in him.

your cries and whimpers get lost in you throat from the overwhelming feeling of his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix, abusing your gummy walls.

“fuck—think I’m in love with this pussy,” he grits through his teeth, watching the way your plump, juicy ass ripples everytime his hips meet yours.

you feel your inner muscles spasm around him, pulling a high pitch whine from your lips. you’re so close and geto knows it too by the way his hand pushes you harder into the mattress. “m’gonna.. gonna—“ your words get caught in your throat as your orgasm hits you like a brick. your body shake violently as you cum around his dick with a loud scream.

“yeaaa, that’s right. cum on this dick, baby,” he coaxes as he feels his own release building. geto works you through your orgasm with long, deep strokes, grunting, watching the way your white cream coats him. your breathing is heavy as you come down from your high, limbs going limp as geto uses you like a toy.

geto keeps his trust slow as he releases into your sopping, oversensitive pussy. he fills you up so nicely, his release mixing with your sweet nectar, his cum stuffs you full before seeping out the sides of your stretched out pussy before pulling out, collapsing next to you on his back.

you collapse onto your stomach with a heavy sigh. the sticky sensation of the your mixed releases dripping out of you makes your nose scrunch up.

plop. plop. plop.

“you’re dripping all over my bed, sweetheart,” geto teases with a lazy smirk as he watches the slow rise of your chest against his pillow, your limp, ruined figure.

your hair is a mess, salvia smeared against your face, the mess between your legs. “mm, it’s your fault.. so shut it.” you mumble into the bed, eliciting a deep, sexy chuckle from his lips.

“yes, ma’am.” his gaze never leaves your face as he watches the way your eyelashes flutter, the heaviness of your lidded eyes, those juicy, plump lips, the dim light of his room reflecting on your perfect, chocolate skin.

..he’s never letting you go.

needed to distance myself from you

| — .✦ ݁˖ synopsis; you love your dear husband Nanami, but his controlled nature can sometimes feel too much, it feels as if he has no time for you anymore.

| — .✦ ݁˖ cw; angst, js a little dabble, black!reader, kinda based off Take You There by H.E.R, maybe some mistakes i wrote it in like an hour so bare with me, fluff (?)

nanami had a perfect perception of how his life would be; job, beautiful home, wife, kids. He had it all planned out, the perfect little wife at home, his job that pays exceptionally well, his beautiful home, and lastly kids.

nanami didn’t have any kids as of now but he wanted to start and that what he plans to do when he gets home.

entering the house he notices his lovely wife isn’t at the door to great him..strange, maybe you’re in the kitchen. dropping his bag on the table and neatly placing his shoes aside, making his way to the kitchen.

to his surprise when he rounds the corner your not there. “hmm,” now he really doesn’t know where you are. “Wife?” He calls out, no response. turning around, he continues his search to the living room.

walking into the room he’s finally greeted by the sight of his wife, back to him, standing in front of the. nanami lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, walking up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, “hey beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, trailing kisses along your neck. “missed you.”

you hum in response, your brain somewhere else. you turn in nanami’s grasp, planting your hands on chest, halting nanami, to stop his advances. “We need to talk.” voice wavering just a little.

nanami immediately straighten his posture, grip tightening around your waist, his full attention on you. “I-I can’t do this anymore,” you huff out. “all this I can’t—“ nanami cuts you off. “all what beautiful?”

you bite your lip, you don’t want to say the wrong things and everything go to shit. nanami senses your hesitation, cupping your cheeks in his hands, brining your averted gaze to his. “You don’t have to be shy with me.”

nanami was a man of few words but effective. you let out a breath before continuing. “all your put togetherness, you don’t like when things aren’t done in a orderly fashion,” his grip falters giving you a chance to step out his grasp, finally being able to breath. “some days it feels like you barely even notice me.”

you let out a choked sob, you don’t know when you started to cry. nanami’s hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach out and hold you but doesn’t know if this is the time.

“all the times I’ve woken up to empty bed and went to sleep in an empty bed, I can’t do it,” nanami doesn’t say anything, but his face says it all. his normally composed expression is gone. the look of guilt and culpability replacing it.

“do you know how that feels? that shit hurts, I truly love you but I-I need time.” that sentence has nanami eyes snapping to you. in two long strides he’s back in front of you.

he tilts your head up with his finger, the sight of your glossed over eyes and tear streaked face makes his heart clench. how could he have not noticed all this earlier, maybe he was too focused on trying to build his perfect life he forgot all about the needs of his wife.

he places a soft peck against your forehead, fingers wiping away stray tears that threaten to fall. “I apologize, I’m sorry for making you feel that way,” he places a few more light pecks on your forehead. “take all the time you need honey, you tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

you step back out of nanami’s grasp, your naturally bright personality replaced by somberness and eyes filled with tears. you slowly turn away from nanami, making your way up to your shared bedroom.

as soon as your out of nanami’s view his shoulders drop, breathing ragged as he leans against the back of the couch, how could he be so blind? so caught up in himself he didn’t notice what you were going through. nanami can hear you shuffling up the stairs, your light sobs making him feel even more guilty. shortly after he hears your light footsteps coming down the stairs.

nanami runs his hand through his hair, expecting to hear the front door to open, but instead he hears your little footsteps walking towards him. he lifts his head up only to be greeted by the sight of you with a bag in your hands.

you take one more step towards the man, closing the distance. “I love you kento.” you press a kiss to the man jaw before turning away from him and leaving the house.

nanami hears one last sob out of you before you disappeared behind the door. “I love you too, beautiful.” he whispers to under his breath before making his way through the now lonesome, cold house.

| — .✦ ݁˖ warnings - fluff, black reader

“sukiiiiii!!!” you shout obnoxiously loud from the bedroom closet, that the neighbors could probably hear you.

sukuna scowls at the nickname, he secretly liked it, before entering the shared bedroom. “what now, brat?” you squeal when you hear his voice, crashing around the corner into sukuna’s broad plain of a chest.

you nuzzle your head into his chest, long purple acrylic nails grazing his large forearm (that you loved wrapped around your head). you look up at sukuna, red, crimson eyes already peering down into yours.

you perk up, smile growing wider now that he was there. “which pair of heels goes with my outfit?” your outfit was a light baby blue bell-sleeved crop top tied in the front, and white mini skirt, more like a belt to sukuna.

sukuna groans, rolling his eyes at such a small question that you yelled his name for. “woman, I’ve been waiting for damn near 30 minu—“ you shut him up with a peck to the lips.

when he tries to deepen the kiss you pull back, pout evident on your lips, eyes big looking into his. “pleaseee suki, you know how important this is,” and he did, your outfits were one of the most precious and important thing to you. you called it a “passionate hobby” and you love dressing up for your man. “then after we can go. promise.” sukuna sighs, motioning for you to hold up the shoes.

your lips curl into a big bright smile, the smile that warms sukuna’s heart in a way he’ll never admit. bouncing on the balls of your feet, you hold up the two options.

sukuna looks between the two options, “thinking” long and hard about what to pick. his eyes shift to your expression, the way your eyes move between him and the white kitten heels, so that’s what he picks.

in one smooth motion your throwing your arms around his neck, excitedly jumping up and down. “ok, ok, go finish getting ready f’me.” he gave you a couple quick pecks on your lips before exiting the room.

you excitedly put the heels on and finish up by putting in your white and blue bows for your pigtails and the bag sukuna bought you. look at your reflection once more before skipping your way out the room.

the car ride to the mall was quick and now you’ve finally arrived at the mall, your favorite place to spend money. sukuna’s money. “cmon babe, let’s go in here!” you excitedly shout, dragging sukuna along with you. a couple people stare at you both but you couldn’t care less.

you enter the shop, eyes lighting up immediately. you drag sukuna along with you, picking up dresses, skirts, shoes, bags. you name it, you picked it up. sukuna watches you in your trance of picking up items and putting them back, asking a series of questions to him, but ultimately deciding them yourself.

by the end of it all you have a good amount of items and now you’re ready to try them on. sukuna flops down onto the leather couch, manspreading, lazily scrolling through his phone as you chat up a storm to the poor sales associate that’s helping you. even though sukuna would never admit to it, he loves how excited and how cute you get showing him new outfits or when you’d spend his money to buy a new wig or get your nails done.

“ok im ready.” you say from behind the curtain, the smile clear in your voice. sukuna dropped his phone in his lap, giving you his full undivided attention. the sales associate pulls back the revealing you.

you emerge from behind the curtain in a black off the shoulder butterfly dress, cinched at waist and backless with gold chains going down the back, paired with a pair of black kitten heels with gold accents. the dress hugs your body in all the right places. all of sukuna’s favorite places.

sukuna is stunned, you look absolutely gorgeous. his eyes glued to your body. “you like it?” you give him a little twirl and now he can really see the back. the back ends right above your ass, threatening to show. once you face him again your smile beams even more when he motions for you to come closer.

you lean down in front of him. “you like it?” you repeat yourself. Sukuna grunts. “Like it? I fucking love it.” that makes your already wide smile grow even wider. sukuna gives you peck on the lips before smacking your ass.

“go try on the rest f’me.” you squeal as you run back into the dressing room. god did he love you, sometimes it might not seem like he did, but he’d do anything in his power to see you happy. you were his number one priority, seeing you happy makes him happy.

| song mingi x black!fem

| synopsis : your getting mingi ready for an award show, but he has other ideas for you instead.

| cw; smut w/lil plot, lil fluff, mdni, oral (f receiving), squirting, mingi’s a munch, name calling (legit js slut once), fingering, black character, some “dirty talk”, p talking, lowercase intended

“fuck you smell so good.” mingi grunts in your neck from behind.

you were trying to get mingi ready for an award show but he was being difficult and a pain in the ass, following you around like a lost puppy, clinging too closely. doing far too much with such an important award show starting soon.

you groan, removing his arms from around your waist. “song mingi if you don’t sit your ass down somewhere and let me do my job.”

you continue pulling out different outfits you put together and your makeup equipment, ignoring the dramatic sighs coming from the tall man behind you.

“no one’s coming in, it’s just you and me.” he argues, pulling you back into his grasp, his head back in the crock of your neck, sniffing the faint lavender from your shampoo, the smell of you is so intoxicating it makes his head hazy and his dick hard.

you gasp when you feel his hard on pressing against your ass. “mingi not right now.” you breathe out, your last desperate attempt to sound professional but your voice betrays you.

mingi’s grin widens, he knows your not far from giving in, planting faint, airy kisses along your collarbone. groaning at the low neckline of your tight dress gives the best view of the valley below him.

his hands slide over the back of your dress, you yelp when he gives your ass an aggressive slap, soothing it just as quickly. “fuck—i love that ass,” he chuckles, turning you around.

“you gon let me eat if from the back?” he questions, giving your ass another loud smack, kneading the fat. you know you shouldn’t be doing this, especially right now, but what’s the harm.

just a quickie.

“such a pretty little pussy.” he mutters into your sopping wet pussy.

“ughh—fuck t-too mu-uch.” you mewl, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. your dress is bunched around your hips, neckline pulled down enough for your tits to spill out.

mingi has you on knees at the edge of the bed, feet hanging off the edge, back in a nasty, deep arch, legs spread wide for the man devouring you right now.

his mouth, oh that mouth was abusing your greedy pussy so good. mouth sucking the bundle of nerves, sloppy, hungry, his nose rubbing against your fluttering, slick covered hole, clenching around his nose, sucking him in more..not like he wants to come out.

he chuckles against your clit, the vibrations making you jolt. “just one more f’me, can you do that for me baby? one more?” he reaches under you body squeezing one of your pierced nipples, you moan out in pure ecstasy, pussy clenching around his nose, the overstimulation has you grinding against his face, whining out his name absentmindedly.

“mph—fuck, i can’t nomoreitstoomuch!” you play with your other neglected nipple, twirling and pulling the bud. your moans and whines grow louder, the sound of your dripping water pussy filling the room.

mingi growls in your pussy before flipping you onto your back. his mouth is on yours in an instant, catching your lips mid gasp, you taste your slick all over his lips, sweet, tangy, your aching pussy flutters around nothing, feeling bare and empty.

that’s when mingi buries two digits knuckle deep. you scream out, the sudden stretch has your hips bucking into his hand. “m’gonna make this pretty little pussy squirt f’me.” you nod, head lolling to the side.

his fingers are relentless. long, fast strokes, curling right in that spongy spot that has your irises disappearing in your head. the coil in your stomach builds faster and faster at the repeated strokes. “min—gi, baby—nghh—m’gonna cum!” you cry out, body jerking when his thumb starts rubbing sloppy, fast circles on your pulsing clit.

“yeah? cum all over my fingers, such a dirty slut.” he whispers against your lips. your breathes are uneven now, broken by your loud moans and protest, pussy sucking his fingers deeper, but mingi doesn’t stop, not when your so close to giving him what he wants.

mingi punches your clit and that’s when you let go. walls clenching down hard, body shaking from the pure bliss. your pornographic moans grow louder when you squirt all over his fingers, soaking his fingers and arm.

mingi’s tongue darts out licking his lips, tasting some of your slick on his lips still, before lifting his fingers to your lips. you eagerly takes his fingers between your lips, tasting your sweet nectar. licking his fingers clean he pulls them back with a loud ‘pop!’ he peers down at your face, eyes glossed over, tits spilling out the top of your dress

he gives one of your pierced nipples one last squeeze, emitting a little whine out of you from the soreness, mutterbefore moving off you and sitting down in the makeup chair.