Those writers who put x reader then start describing the hell out of a white girl in their fic! Likeeee if it's a white girl you have in mind just put white!reader! Nobody will be mad!
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"Iβm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing!"
Shy!black!reader is obviously shy, smart, calm, kind, and caring. She keeps straight A's (and sometimes a b here and there) in every class. She loves to read, write, listen to music, sketch, paint, and spend her time outside in nature. When she's not at home studying, she's in the library reading. If she's not in the library, she's in the park, where people barely go, sketching out whatever she sees while listening to music. If she's not doing any of those things, she's probably hanging out with her friends. She's one of those people where if somebody bumped into her, she'd be the one apologizing, she can't help it it's just a part of her. Her plans in life are to graduate, get in law school and get her JD degree, get with the man(or woman) of her dreams if she already hasn't, get married, have(or adopt)children, and live in the house she's been wanting since she first saw it when she was five. Shy!black!reader is going to be, or in between, the ages of 16Β½-26 in my fics! Shy!black!reader will mostly be paired with:
JJK: Sukuna, Toji, Kento, and Gojo
AOT: Eren, Levi, and Onyankopon
OBX: Pope, JJ, and John B
"Youβre the one thatβs always running through my daydream!"
WARNINGS!CollegeAU, drug use (weed), oral (fem receiving), p -> v (missionary & backshots), safe s*x (condom use), gentle!Ony, chill!Ony, rough!Ony, cussing(just the words fuck, variations of fuck, n-word, shit, variations of shit, damn, and variations of damn), Onyankopon x Black!raquelle!reader
SUMMARY!When Onyankopon tells you no to buying you a tankini, you walk around with an attitude until Ony puts you in your place in the best way ever
It all started this afternoon at exactly 12:55pm, you were scrolling through your computer, trying to find a new cute swimsuit since you were planning to go to the beach with Sasha and Mikasa over the weekend, and you really just needed a new swimsuit anyway because you didn't like your other ones anymore. You eventually found a really cute, baby blue tankini that you really wanted, so you got up to go find Ony.
He was in your living room, playing his game. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweat pants with nothing else on. You bit your bottom lip a litte, God this man was too fine for his own good, you coulda swore he walked around your apartment like this just to tease you.
Okay back on track, you waited patiently for the round he was in to finish. Once he was done you sat on his lap and showed him your computer that showed the tankini.
"Baby," you said with that tone you used whenever you wanted something. "ain't this so cute?"
Ony looked at the computer and let out an approving "mmhm."
"Can you get it for me? I really want it." you began kissing on the side of his neck that was tattooed, trying to coax him into saying yes.
"No," he said calmly, ready to go back to his game.
"What?" you looked at him confused.
"I said no," he replied, gently pushing you off his lap while patting your butt.
"The fuck you mean no!?" you say, looking at him like he just spoke another language. he rarely told you no so why in the hell he chose today to do so!
So now, you were stomping around with an attitude, slamming doors and cabinets, ignoring Ony, and basically just being a brat all day.
Right now, it was currently 11:34pm and Ony came into the room where you were laying in bed, watching a show. He sat on the bed, pulling you towards him, but you pushed him away.
"You still bein' salty?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Fuck you, Ony," you flip him off because yes, you were still very much salty!
"Shit, if you insist ma," he spread his legs and laid back, trying to be funny.
"Onyankopon Kode, I'm not in the mood for your motherfuckin' shit right now."
"Baby, you actin' like I did somethin' wrong, all I said was no."
"That's the problem Ony! You never say no to me!"
"Well I felt like sayin' no today."
"So if I ask you tomorrow you gon' say yes!?"
"Y/n."
You roll your eyes.
Eventually, you calm down and now you were laying on his chest while you both shared a blunt. Ony started getting touchy, grabbing on your butt, kissing on your neck, and his hand kept inching higher up your thigh. You were also getting a little touchy, kissing him and running your hands under his shirt.
"Ony," you whine, grinding against him.
As soon as you whine into his ear, all hell breaks loose and it's over for you. Right now, he got you under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds the ever loving shit out of you, weed always made this man hornier than ever.
You were completely helpless, all you could do was dig your nails into his back and moan out his name, too overstimulated to do anything other than that.
Ony was so fine like this, his chest glistening with sweat that showcased his chest tattoos, his concentrated face that could've made you cum right then and there, the small chain that was dangling from his neck glistening in the low light, and his quiet grunts in your ear. God, this man was the epitome of perfect.
"Ony, t-too fast, fuck!" you said even as you bucked up against him.
"Shut up." he said as he pulled his dick all the way out of your pussy and slammed back in, making the most obscene squelch ever.
You knew he didn't say shut up to be mean, it was just the, what you called, sex demon in him that took over and he magically didn't give a fuck about whatever came out of his mouth anymore.
He brought his hand down and started toying with your clit, which made you lock your legs and arms around him tighter and squeeze the fuck out of his dick.
"Goddamn, you sensitive as hell." he said as he continued rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit.
"Ony!"
"I know baby, just let go."
You came with a scream, your vision blurred with white heat as you started shaking a little.
When you came down from your high, Ony was already tearing open another condom with his teeth and slidding it on.
He slapped your butt hard and motioned for you to turn over on your stomach. With all the strength you could muster, you turned over, face down ass up.
Ony lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, somehow it felt like you were tighter than before.
He let out a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, staying like that for a while. Then, he started moving, starting slow but then pounding yo' shit in.
You try to muffle your moans with the pillows, trying not to scar the neighbors, but Ony wasn't having that. He tapped your cheek. "Let me hear you, mama." he said as he started going faster, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
You let out a broken cry, pushing your ass back against him even as you started shaking a little.
The noises that were being made were beyond obscene."You hear that shit, mama?" squelch! squelch! squelch! "she talkin' to me."
A white ring started forming around the base of his dick and he threw his head back, letting out a groan towards the ceiling.
You felt that spring in your tummy tighten again and you squeezed tight around his dick.
"Ony, I- fuck!- I gotta cum!" you hiccup out, voice hoarse from screaming your lungs out.
"Hold that shit in." he said as he started fucking the shit out of you, going absolute feral while chasing his own release.
After a few more strokes, he buried himself deep inside, his fat tip kissing your cervix as you both came together.
A few minutes later, he pulled out and you whined a little at the emptiness. He walked into the bathroom to turn on one of those steaming hot showers that he claimed you made him take with you just so you could burn his skin off, then came back in the room, picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom.
After getting washed up, you put on some cocoa butter, put on some comfortable pjs, and wrapped up your hair while he changed the sheets and blankets on the bed.
You got in bed under the blankets with Ony, laying on his chest.
"Ima get it for you." he says to you as he turns on the TV, putting on the show y'all both love.
"Get what for me?"
"That lil' swimsuit."
"Forreal!?"
"Yeah, I can't have my baby walking 'round all sad, plus you gon' look good as fuck in it."
"Thank you, baby! You the best!" you squeal as you kiss him.
"Tell me something I don't know." he says as he kisses you back.
"Nigga, don't be cocky." you say as he laughs a little.
You two eventually settle down and turn off the lights and turn the tv down low, drifting into sleep.
"Goodnight Ony, I love you." you say sleepily, eyes closing.
"Goodnight mama, I love you too." he falls asleep as well.
The room settled into soft breaths, the tv playing low, and the occasional snore from Ony. If this was how it would end everytime Ony told you no, he needed to do it more often.
Black!raquelle!reader is an over-the-top, dramatic, self-absorbed girl. She doesn't put up with anyone's bullshit, especially when she's being nice to them in the first place. She's quick to catch an attitude as soon as somebody does something she doesn't like. She works as a hair and nail stylists while working towards getting her bachelor's degree. She loves kids, especially her sister's, and she hopes to have kids someday. She doesn't act like her usual self with the people she loves, instead, she's more calm, kind, considerate of other people, and unbelievably shy. She smokes and get's all itchy when she's anxious. You will usually see her paired with Onyankopon or Connie, but mostly Onyankopon.
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Warnings: a little angst with some fluff, zero proofread, purposeful lowercase, mild language(literally just the word "fucking"), VERY short, might be a little bad but bare with me
you were in your bed all cozy in your pajamas(pjs), when he came in the room looking mad and sad.
you set down your phone and opened up your arms for him like it was second nature. when he plopped down on the bed, you immediately wrapped your arms around him. any other time, you would've complained about him getting on the bed with his outside clothes still on, but you let it slide because he already looked upset.
"what happened, baby?" you ask while running your hands through his hair, kissing the side of his face.
he let out a small grunt, wrapping his arms around your waist. he nuzzled into your neck.
you let out a quiet. "oh." it was just one of them days for him. you didn't bother asking him anything else, instead just holding him in the quiet of the room.
soon, you felt something wet dripping onto your neck as his shoulders started shaking.
"i hate that fucking job, i just wanna quit already," he lets out in a choked sob.
"it's okay, baby," you were trying your best to comfort him, comforting people wasn't really your strong suit. "you'll find another job and it'll get better."
eventually, he fell asleep and you, being the sweet girlfriend you are, started looking at different jobs for your boyfriend. everyday from monday to friday, your sweet boy walked in the house with his shoulders sagging, eyes red from crying, voice hoarse from probably yelling and/or screaming, and the happiness in his face completely gone.
you were determined to find a better job for him, because you couldn't just sit and watch your man slowly die mentally.
so quick question! If anybody could give tips on how to make a fic/story that would be nice because I really want to start making them but I'm not sure how to make a really good one! And also I need a little help with the link things where you put a word and when somebody clicks on it it takes them to a link and I'm not sure how to do that so if anybody could help with that that would be great! That's it! Byeee
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bf!pope x earthy/boho!gf!reader (moodboards and aesthetic) i don't like it at all (feel like it's rushed...)but i love the earthy core so bad.
β sweet creature, sweet creature. wherever i go. you bring me home β harry styles lyrics.
i picture earthy!boho!reader like the most peaceful soul and mind. she has her own world, and bring pope in everytime. she's always smiling and helpful. she helps pope, even if he doesnt ask. this reader don't try to fix him, or whatever, she's just caring. and try to understand why the kindness boy of the world doesnt have the most beautiful and heartwarming life ? she help him to reconnect with nature but also his culture, she's like the daughter of the nature, an earthy nymph who love peace more than anything.
but she also loves jazz, random refreshing places, she has a bunch of cats that she never forget to feed. pope helps her to rescue some abandonned animals, bobby heyward really love her, she lives in her garden with full of flowers and plants like a fairy, she loves making homemade meals, hanging out near lakes, taking therapeutic walks, staying in the grass for hours.
while pope works, she paints him. because she loves his focused face. he's like a muse. his face is a work of art.
she has a ton of boho jewelry that she shares with pope. because he is not afraid to wear necklaces, bracelets, foot and waist chains like her.
she is definitely an artist who makes music (flute and tom-tom), and indie films. she smoke weed.
she wants to adopt children later.
even though she is uncertain about her future, all she knows is that she wants to be with pope forever. she save money for their future needs.
dynamics core ;
you love taking your shower at the waterfall with him, kissing him while the water continues to flow over the two of you. you like to ride bikes in pairs on abandoned paths. you like to take him to drink coconuts and bissap. you like hanging out with him at the bookstore and especially when he carries you on his back because you're too lazy to walk.
I know this man loves braiding your hair, but especially adding flowers, jewelry and accessories.
he loves taking photos of you when you have a butterfly on your skin, a ladybug on your hand, a chick on your legs, a cat in your arms.
he's in love your honor. and you're his safe place.
( hope you like it bby @annoyingassleo <33 i did my best actually or i tried. )
