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Backseat Driver (Ony)
Ony likes when you beg for a ride in his car.
A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. I am about to start posting these Onyankopon ideas I have in my head. This is the first one. Enjoy!
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Vaginal Fingering, AFAB! Reader (breasts mentioned), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Public Sex, Overstimulation, Choking, Minor Oral Fixation, Minor dacryphilia (crying kink), Explicit depiction of Sex (p in v); Not beta'd, barely proofread (will update as needed later)
Pairing: Onyankopon x Black!Reader
WC: 3k
“Ony, please!”
Your voice comes out breathless and high-pitched as another orgasm courses through you. Ony lifts his head from your drenched cunt, a Cheshire grin on his face. He slides two fingers inside your wetness with ease and chuckles at the way your walls clamp around his digits.
His car is pulled off into a hidden spot on the side of the road— not easily seen from the highway. He has your bodycon dress bunched up to your waist, the top pulled down to expose your breasts as he finger-fucks you.
Ony takes in your tear-streaked face, the sight going straight to his dick.
“What’s that, mama?” He teases. “I can’t understand you.”
You whimper as his fingers work in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.
“You was talkin’ all that shit earlier. Distracting daddy from his business, right? Say somethin’ now.”
Your hand shoots to grip his bicep as the other goes for the car door behind you, nails scratching at it helplessly.
“Daddy, please,” You whine, tears leaking from your eyes. “Let me ride. Need to feel you this time.”
He smirks, shaking his head.
“I ain’t tryna hear that. Them pretty tears ain't gonna faze me, baby. Say you sorry to daddy for distracting him.”
His fingers shift position, finding that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. A guttural moan rips itself from your throat, sounding like music to Ony’s ears. His fingers work faster, rushing you toward another finish.
“Wait, daddy! Wait- I’m sorry, daddy,” you cry, running from his punishing fingers
He yanks you back down using his free hand while his thumb starts to circle your overstimulated clit.
“For what?” Ony demands, his voice low and sexy.
“F-for distracting you on your business.”
His fingers stop moving entirely and you can’t decide what’s worse— the overstimulation or nothing happening at all. You clench around his fingers helplessly.
Ony moves his free hand to your neck, forcing your head up so your dazed eyes meet his.
“And?”
You take a shaky breath, licking your lips. Ony looks delectable, barely breaking a sweat as he tortures you within an inch of your life. His chain glints in the sunlight and the urge to pull into your mouth rolls through you. He tilts his head, looking at you expectantly. You swallow thickly.
“For sayin’ I could find someone else to fuck me.”
His hand around your throat tightens slightly. His gaze is darker, more dangerous than before.
“Why?”
You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping you.
“‘Cause this pussy is yours, daddy.”
“You damn right,” He rasps, releasing your throat.
You fall backwards slightly and watch with hooded eyes as his hands go to undo his belt. He frees himself from the confines of his jeans, pulling you over him like it’s nothing. His grip on your hips is tight as he holds you over his length, teasing your folds with his fat tip.
The sound is lewd and wet as Ony gets himself ready for your creamy cunt. Then, without warning, he pulls you down on his length and grins widely at your scream as he impales you.
Your head swims as you adjust to him, squeezing tightly around his cock. His jaw clenches as he watches your head loll back, overcome with pleasure. Ony grabs your jaw, pulling your head forward.
Your gaze is unfocused as he slides his fingers in your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You taste your previous orgasms on his fingers. Your lips close around his digits, sucking without being told to.
“That’s my baby,” Ony groans, barely containing himself.
He pulls his fingers from your mouth, snaking his hand behind your head. He pulls you in for a nasty kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth easily. He bites your bottom lip as you separate, his eyes lust blown. His free hand finds your ass cheek, smacking hard before squeezing.
“C’mon,” Ony says. “Ride your dick, mama.”
#onyankopon x black reader#onyankopon smut#onyankopon x black y/n#onyankopon x reader#lyv writes#black reader#black y/n#black reader insert#fan fiction for black women#by black women for black women#Brent Faiyaz inspired#My Writing#Ony's Observatory
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OKAYY WE NEED DAD!SPENCER REID‼️
okay so Reader is going out for the day for like a little girls day with her best friends and says bye to Spencer and the cute little toddler! Buttt then the toddler starts missing reader and Spencer isn’t sure how to handle it at first, but then he gets the hang of it! <33
AAAA this is so cute omg thank u for this!!! i hope i was able to do it justice <33
spencer reid x mom!reader
words: 1,395
warnings: none really! just spencer being a good step-dad to your daughter, fluff, baby crying, that’s it!! :]
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“Thanks again, Spence,” you say, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips before tugging your coat off the hook and making for the front door. “Remember, Lila is allergic to kiwi. And her bedtime is 8, no exceptions. She has to go to daycare tomorrow morning.”
You had spent the morning holding Lila, playing with her and soaking up her laughter as much as you could. Spencer knew you had never really been apart from her—going to work was one thing, but there was a guilt that came with taking the day for yourself. He watches with a fond smile as you ramble through the list that you had already repeated to him twice and does his best to reassure you, nodding along despite having already memorized it.
Pre-made food in the fridge.
Medical information on the fridge in case of emergencies.
Call if she gets too fussy.
“Oh!” You say, halfway out the door before turning back to Spencer, a smile gracing your face. “And don’t let her convince you to give her sweets after dinner. She’ll ask you for fruit snacks, all cute, then she won’t sleep and it will be hell in the morning.”
“No fruit snacks after dinner, got it,” Spencer said, following your line of sight to Lila sitting on her plush rug in the living room, toys surrounding her as she played. Your face softened, affection swimming in your eyes and he could practically hear the thoughts going through your head. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he gently guides your face back to meet his eyes.
“We’ll be fine,” he says, tone soft as your shoulders sag at the understanding behind his words. “You deserve to have a day with your friends. I think Lila can handle playing dolls with me for a few hours.”
His phrasing made you giggle, picturing Lila’s pouting face, wagging her little finger at Spencer when he takes something too literally, or doesn’t do it the way she wants. For some reason, Lila is never happy with the voices Spencer does, and after a year-and-a-half she still gets that same little pinched brow whenever Spencer holds a doll in his hand, high-pitched voice mimicking a princess’s until she yanks the toy out of his hand with a firm, yet cute, “No, ‘Penth.”
Without fail, hearing his name in her little voice makes his heart soar, pride filling his chest even if she’s scolding him, wagging her little finger as she says it. He’d always been hesitant at the idea of being a father, whenever he pictured his future that was always a blurry part, but now he couldn’t imagine not having you and Lila in his life.
Searching his face, you finally come to the conclusion that he’s being sincere and a bright smile covers your face. Spencer had come to terms a long time ago, far before the two of you were even dating, that he would do anything to make you smile. A sense of pride wells in his chest knowing that the smiles you give him are just for him, a special glint in your eyes every time.
Between work, and Lila, there was hardly any downtime to just relax. Your evenings were often spent wrangling Lila into bed, usually with Spencer if he’s not away for work. Spencer made it a point to be home in time to have dinner with both of you as much as he could, slowly getting involved in her night time routine. She was 6-months-old when you and Spencer began dating, and while it took some getting used to at first, Lila began reaching for Spencer with a giggle and a giddy squeeze soon enough.
When your friends suggested a girl’s spa-day, Spencer was quick to encourage you to go. Having a toddler made it hard to have a social life, especially when your friends weren’t moms themselves. Lila had warmed up quickly to Spencer, which was the biggest relief, and it was hard to find a reason to say no when Spencer offered to babysit.
“She’s gonna be my daughter,” Spencer said, a fond smile on his face as the two of you spoke conspiratorially in the kitchen. “I already think of her as mine, I’d be happy to watch her for the day.”
Your heart swelled hearing his words, and you couldn’t help but say yes when he put it like that. Spencer, you, and Lila being your own happy little family was all you could ever ask for, and it meant more than Spencer could ever know that he had been so welcoming and understanding. He was a dream.
With a final glance at Lila and a sigh, you’re pressing another unhurried kiss to Spencer’s lips, that same lil dazed smile on his face that he got after every kiss, even after nearly 2 years. “Thank you, Spence. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replies, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead—you were gonna be gone all day, he had to get his fill while he could. “Now go before you miss your appointment.”
With a final kiss, Spencer watches as you walk down the front steps, drive away, waiting until he can't see your car anymore before he’s turning around and closing the door behind him. When he looks up, Lila is already looking at him, eyes glancing between the door and him before her small voice is heard over the cartoon playing on the tv.
“Mama?”
“Mama went to the store,” Spencer cooed, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her and her array of toys. “She’s coming back, don’t worry.”
“Mama s’ore?” she whispered in her small voice, her wide eyes blinking slowly at him before her lip began to tremble. It broke his heart to see her eyes, which looked so much like yours, gloss over with tears.
“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Spencer said, scooping her up in his arms. “She’s coming back for you. She’ll be here soon!”
With a sharp wail for her mom, the tears that had been welling up began falling in big drops, hands gripping tightly to the fabric of his shirt as she cried. Hurriedly, he began to bounce her in his arms, mimicking the way he had seen you do it countless times. He’s shushing her in a soft voice, whispering soothing words in the hopes that they’ll at least calm your crying.
Spencer wracks his brain, trying to sift through the information he had gleaned from the parenting books he had been reading for the past two years—he had started as soon as he came to the conclusion he would ask you out. Would showing her pictures of you work? He didn’t want to make things worse by making her miss you more, but maybe seeing your face would soothe her.
Transferring Lila to one hip, he fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the album of your photos, showing her various selfies, focusing on pictures he has of the two of you. After a couple of minutes her sobs quieted to sniffles and soon enough she was swiping through the pictures herself and giggling every time she saw your face.
With her swiping, it landed on a video, one he had taken of you reading a story to her before bed. At the time he had thought the voices you were using for the characters were so funny, hiding his own laughter behind his hand so that he could capture the sound of Lila’s giggles.
Spencer watches as she giggles along with herself, laughing at the way she reacts when you tickle her tummy. Spencer cant help the fond laugh the slips from his lips at the sight, bright grin tugging at his cheeks at your rosy smile.
When you arrive home that evening, only the kitchen light is on downstairs, the faint light from your bedroom guiding you as you softly push open the door. A warm smile paints your face as you slip your phone from your pocket, taking quite a few pictures of Lila, fast asleep atop Spencer’s chest, her favorite book lying next to his relaxed hand. His soft breaths rustle the hair at Lila’s scalp, her hand loosely gripping the edge of his sleeve as she sleeps.
Tip-toeing around the room, you shed your clothes from the day, slip on some pajamas before placing Spencer’s book on the nightstand. Slipping softly under the covers, you curl yourself around Spencer’s side, hand resting on Lila’s back as you fall asleep, comfortable with the people you love the most.
#theres a lot of firsts in this for me#but dad!spencer is so cute and sweet#thank you for this request!!!#my writing#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#dad!spencer reid#spencer reid x mom!reader#criminal minds#lyv answers!
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Hey guys! Just posting a quick update here, since I'm sure you've noticed that I've been slightly less active regarding original writing for a little while. I'm in the middle of a wonderful case of burnout (I hate how many times this has happened, and we're only 6 months into the year), so I can't actually write anything from my usual repertoire right now.
That out of the way, I'll probably try to work on this thing I said I'd do a while ago (only like three of you probably even know what I mean here), and I'm going to start a new AU. Again. In the meantime, I'll try to get my writing in, and I'll hopefully start posting responses to writing prompts on my side blog @cloudthenightguard again. I do poetry and stuff on there as well as our group's discord antics.
Anyway, just thought I'd share how things were going. Thanks for your support!
~Cloud
#cloud speaks#it's not even proper writing burnout#it's straight up making it difficult for me to find the motivation to get up in the morning#at least my friends have been dragging me out of bed to go places#thanks Lyv#but yeah#just not in the mood to do much#so I figure that spiteful/guilty writing will work#even if nothing else does
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⛱︎ welcome to my blog!
✯ lyv, she/her, 18
✯ hi! i'm a new writer and eng isn't my first language, so please, be patient with me :). feedback and any kind of writing tips are appreciated.
✯ i write SFW and NSFW fics/drabbles/hcs/and anything else, mostly nsfw. minors, please, do not interact!
✯ i write for any NCT unit (except wish). as a multistan, you can request any group and i'll write for you if i know the idol.
✯ REQUESTS ARE: OPEN!
masterlist below (since i still don't have a lot of works)
— 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
00z LINE ※ what they like in bed (?) | smut.
nct dream having a s/o who's shy during sex
— 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊
DAY OFF ※ a cozy day relaxing by the fireplace with your lover is the perfect way to spend a cold day. | fluff, smut
— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄
GETTING CAUGHT ※ when the cat's away, the mice will play! | smut.
— 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍
REASSURANCE ※ what do you mean he's jealous? | fluff, smut.
— 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎
BAD DAY ※ had a bad day? don't worry, he'll make it better. | smut.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF EXERCISE ※ he just wanted to give you a private lesson. | smut.
— 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄
DESERT ISLAND ※ a stupid little game seems to be enough to make you speak with recklessness and throw reason out of the window in the heat of the moment. but since you were unwilling to be so easily placated, chenle was decided to talk some sense into you. | smut.
— 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍
[8:25 a.m.] | smut.
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★﹕quackity w enemies to lover trope now.
ik very well that you haven't been writing abt quackity, so good luck 😈😈
¡ — lyv anon
Everytime I see "Quackity" and "Enemies to Lovers" in the same sentence I quickly think of tnt duo 😂
I think I have an idea, hope you enjoy <3
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Reader: GN - They/Them
Disclaimer: Swearing
You and Quackity have always had this rivalry going on since the first day you talked
There was no rhyme or reason, you just liked to mess with the other
If one was telling a story the other would interrupted them with their own
If one showed others one of their skill, the other had to one up them
Jackbox streams for you two were just opportunities to insult the otherand not get called out by the others for it
Heck even the fans were in on it, sporting "#TeamQuackity" or "TeamY/N" in their bios
You always thought that things would keep on going this way for eternity
Until Twitchcon in Amsterdam
Around 2am, after staying up late with the others just to catch up and enjoy the time togheter, you ended up alone on the balcony of Karls hotel room
Everybody had by now either gone to their rooms or fallen asleep there
You thought you would crash here with the others, but jet lag sucked
The night was calm, only the sound of the wind could be heard and a few snores from behind you
You took in where you were and who you were it, smiling happily at the life you had build for yourself
But your thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the window behind you, showing a very tired but awake Quackity
He was surprised to see you, mumbling a quiet sorry and saying that he didn't expect anybody to be awake
You told him that it was ok and that he could stay if he wanted, to which he did
After a few minutes of welcomed silence, the man near you decided to speak up
"Y'know... it's so exhausting pretending to hate you" he chuckled silently, catching you off guard
"So, you don't actually hate me??" You wondered, tilting your head towards him and seeing him shake his head
"Never" he said seriously "I just enjoy quarelling with you, y'know, getting you riled up a bit"
You rolled your eyes "But also..." He continued "I wanted a way to keep my feelings at bay. Didn't work for sh*t apparantly, cause the second I saw you I felt all those emotions coming back"
Your thoughts ran wild at his confession
It would explain all the sublte flirting he'd throw around whenever you'd be talking
Or whenever things got too much and he'd make sure to check up on you, with the excuse that "He wouldn't have anybody to mess with if I was feeling unwell"
Quackity obviously took the silence as a rejection. He wouldn't be surprised, he did sometimes go too far with his teasing
But as he turned to walk away, he was stopped by you
"This is not a... definite answer. I just never thought about you in that way until now..." You started
Quackity closed his eyes, ready for the pain "But" you continued "I wanna give it a try... because I kind of like the idea of being with you"
In a bat of an eye, you were pulled into Quackity's arms, the man was so happy he twirled the both of you around
"Hey, I didn't say it was a yes!" You exclaimed, gigging
"Don't care, I have a chance and I'll take it"
#dreamsmp#dsmp#mcyt#dream smp x reader#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#quackity blurb#quackity x reader#beeblurbs
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New Audio: San Francisco's LYV Shares Atmospheric "Haunted"
New Audio: San Francisco's LYV Shares Atmospheric "Haunted" @EMPIRE @HeyGroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron
LYV is an emerging San Francisco-based, Mexican-American singer/songwriterand marketing manager at EMPIRE. The emerging San Francisco-based artist comes from an R&B and gospel background — but she has writing and co-writing credits for artists across a variety of genres.
Over the past year, LYV has been steady releasing new material, including her latest single, the slow-burning and sultry…
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
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Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)
Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.
A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!
Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect
Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader
Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)
Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.
Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school
Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.
Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends
Loved taking photos and drawing
Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)
Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.
Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.
He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.
That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...
...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.
Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.
Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.
Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.
Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.
"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge."
"They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen.
"I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them."
"Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one.
"Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."
Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.
"Let me get a hit, baby."
"Nigga, you don't smoke!"
Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you.
"Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth."
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve.
"Okay, baby," You say, sparking up.
Afterwards
"Shit, where my inhaler at?"
Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.
Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation.
"That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says.
Little does he know...
"What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight.
Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets
"Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."
Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.
After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then...
"Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma."
You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down.
"Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face.
You had that man's toes curling and all.
Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.
Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call...
Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music.
See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall...
He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another.
Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.
Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.
"Papa, you seen my bong?"
"Judie?"
"No, the other one."
"She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."
"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?"
"The fuck you doing drinking those?"
"Bae...the tool. My tool."
"Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave."
a moment later
"Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"
Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.
"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed.
"Shut up, nigga."
"Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."
A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!
#Onyankopon x reader#Onyankopon x black!reader#aot x black reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon smut#Onyankopon fic#reader insert#black!reader insert#fan fiction for black women#black reader#Lyv Writes#My Writing#Ony's Observatory#Lyv's Library#Sober!Ony
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workin’ on revamping this account!!
i’ve been writing more and posting to ao3, but i think some of my shorter stuff would be great to post here!
feel free to check out what i’ve been up to here 🤍
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
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FART TOOT TOOT Blerb ( Coexisting Reality , Lyv , Rosa , LGND P, Chico ) DIRTY SOUTH RAP CIPHER 2020
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
DIRTY SOUTH RAP CIPHER 2020
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FART TOOT TOOT Blerb ( Coexisting Reality , Lyv , Rosa , LGND P, Chico ) DIRTY SOUTH RAP CIPHER 2020
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
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★﹕random question but who's currently giving you the most reqs? (you can choose between anon and user !)
¡ — lyv anon
From what I've been seeing, I think it's 🥀 anon!
It's not a bad thing to send many requests, I just hope that everybody knows that they do take a while to get to because I'm also writing my Hogwarts Series
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FART TOOT TOOT Blerb ( Coexisting Reality , Lyv , Rosa , LGND P, Chico ) DIRTY SOUTH RAP CIPHER 2020
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Bahahaha how silly. This was a cypher, the producer LGNDP played us a beat he made, the other two artists Lyv, Rosa and I gave eachother a few minutes to write and then went behind the booth to record to it. Whatever record label reported this isn’t being fair, nor are they being truthful in their claims.
DIRTY SOUTH RAP CIPHER 2020
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