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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I haven’t seen anyone write an Erik fic where the girl is Erik’s hairstylist.

What if Erik has a hairstylist that he only trusts to retwist his locs that have grown out. Even when he’s away for long (months) he will go without a retwist because he only wants her to do it. He needs a detox and all that after being gone for months and she’d been sort of holding off for him because she likes him but she also knows he’s inconsistent because of his secret “job”

Erik comes to get his hair done and it’s late in the evening which is unexpected because he’s usually there for an afternoon appointment. They get to chatting and eventually one thing leads to another. Maybe it’s the way he’s resting his head in her lap close to her pussy or the way he’s stroking the back of her leg. Maybe it’s the little groans he does when she’s massaging his scalp. Also, he can look up from his seat on the floor and see her breasts sitting juicy and she catches him.

What do you think?

Idk if it’s been done but I love this idea! I’ll definitely keep this!

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[chaneajoyyy]

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[ceceslibrary]

CECE'S FIC RECS

BTS

Updated: April 16th, 2024

Namjoon

TRY AGAIN | jiminscockr1ng

Tonight We're Dancing | unique-high

"Cry for me" | prettyprincejk

Cleaning Day | gojosnympho

About Love | jjkeverlast

Closer | joon4eva

Between the pages | hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Cross Your Mind | dearlyjoonie

Lifeline | downbad4yoongi

Late Night Texting | hobistyles

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold | daechwitatamic

Sundress | cheolhub

Doom boy | soft4gguk

Sexy Feeling | btsrunmylife

My Goddess | purpleyoonn

Quid Pro Quo | sopejinsunflower

Dream Girl | nmjoon-n

Rival Academia | aseaofyoongi

Cat and Mouse | aaagustd

Too sweet | teenytinyjimin

Jin

Payment Plan | trivia-yandere

Oh Baby | k00sblogger

Yoongi

Angel | sailoryooons

So it Goes | prodagustd

A New Rhythm | sluttywoozi

Three tangerines | kithtaehyung

Wife | mggsv

Jhope

"Missed you." | dilfhoseokie

Daisies | jeonaachu

Jimin

Disease | piedinthepiper

Camping | swanlakebaby

Missing You | swanlakebaby

My girl | k00sblogger

Daddy's Home | lovecoree

Taehyung

His Special Secret | kooktrash

Craving You | hoseokhasmyheartxx

The End is You and I | yonkimink

Distraction | lovecoree

Jungkook

Malibu | joonberriess

Seven | joonberriess

All mine | tanniefm

Side B!tch...? | bubbbii

Sunkissin' | peachyjeonss

Wild Thoughts | sxtaep

On and Off | gashinabts

The Broken Vow | lleldey

Blackout | jjungxkook

Long Way Home | sparklingchim

Over The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

Between Roommates | kooktrash

Shut Up and Kiss Me | ahgasegotarmy116

I miss you, I'm sorry | teenytinyjimin

Let me take care of you | ahgasegotarmy116

Nothing Serious | kooqitas

OT7/Multiple Members

Boyfriend for Hire | remedyx

All Bite, No Bark | spiderlilyserendipity

3 strikes | mapofthesea

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing | peachypinkgloss

Agains The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

WWE

Jey Uso

White Lies | tribalhoochie

We Ain't Going to Bed Angry | rays-hunter01

She My Bestfriend, Yeah We Ain't a Couple | kyleoreillylover

Mr. Right Now | femdisa

Massage. | miyuhpapayuh

Chasin' | southerngirl41

Warm | msbigredmachine

This is Cinema | romanreignseater

Baecation | tribalhoochie

Jimmy Uso

I Hate You Too | femdisa

Dressing Room. | miyuhpapayuh

Beauty Calls | aintnorainbows

Pull Up | harmshake

It's A Scream, Baby | theninthwonder

Stay By My Side | aalyssah

Tension | visionarymode

Permission | theninthwonder

Can you focus on me? | pr0wlerpunk

Roman Reigns

Lingerie Fun | strawberry-milku

Can't Handle It | visionarymode

Under His Spell | southerngirl41

Forgotten Kisses | uceyreiignss

Michael B. Jordan/Erik Killmonger

I get high, high, high | cocoa-puffs

Just Friends | cocoa-puffs

Freshout | cocoa-puffs

Domesticity | cocoa-puffs

In the Morning | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Bae Series pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Neighbors to Lovers pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4| nahimjustfeelingit-writes

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[miyuhpapayuh]

before work.

Bright rays of sunshine cast through their maroon drapes, causing her to squint her eyes and turn her body. However, her movement is halted by Michael bringing her body back into his.

He groans softly in his slumber, wrapping his arm around her bare waist. She sighs and looks over at the clock; it reads five minutes after eight.

She groans, shutting her eyes in frustration. She peers over her shoulder, watching him sleep like a baby. She rolls her eyes and pushes at his arm, trying to get up.

"Michael," she pushes at his arm again but, he doesn't budge, "Michael... I have to get up."

He shifts slightly before wrapping his arm tighter around her, "whyyy? Stay here with me."

"I can't. I've already been late once, this week." She chuckles, thinking back to a couple days ago. She practically raced to work and barely made it.

"Come on baby," he moves her wild hair away from her neck, "stay with Daddy." He places soft kisses on her skin.

"Baby.... hmm, I can't."  Instead of pushing him away, she reaches back to run her fingers through his thick hair. Her body is betraying her, big time.

"You don't seem like you wanna leave, mama." He chuckles and lifts her right leg up, rubbing her bud. She jerks, placing her hand on top of his.

"I do... I have to— ohh shit" she throws her head back, feeling his long fingers push into her wetness.

He removes his fingers and places them in his mouth. He dips his length into her, causing her back to arch.

"Michaeeel! I'm gonna be laaate!" He hooks her leg onto his waist and continues to slowly thrust into her.

"The more you fight it," he grunts and tightens his grip on her waist, "the longer you'll be here."

She grips his thigh, pulling him deeper into her. He smirks against her neck, continuing to pump into her.

Her shallow breathing turns into sporadic moaning. He quickens his pace, feeling her walls tighten around his swollen member.

"Fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" She digs her nails into his thigh, biting her lip harshly.

"What was you sayin'?" He growls in her ear.

She scratches at his arm, trying to push him away. He grunts and pulls her right leg over his shoulder, getting in between her legs.

"Answer me, baby." He hovers over her, gyrating his hips into hers. She places her hands on his chest, arching her back off the bed.

"Unh! I'm gon—ooh shit," he digs deeper into her, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around him. He buries his face into her neck.

"Stay with me, baby..." she grips his back and lets out a strangled grunt.

"I c-can't! I wish... I wish I could but, I can't!" He pulls off the bed and sits her in his lap, gently rocking back and forth into her.

"Come on, baby." She can feel herself caving. She's bound to explode at any moment.

"I'm gonna cum!" She squeals, gripping at his shoulders and throwing her head back.

He grips her waist firmly, thrusting upward into her. She loses her mind.

"Fuck, Michael!" Her back arches and her legs begin to shake. She places a hand on his knee to balance herself.

"Ah shit! Oh my—" her sentence gets cut off from the jaw dropping orgasm, washing over her.

"Fuck," he grunts lowly, filling her up. She groans and looks over at the clock.

It reads forty-five minutes past eight. She rolls her eyes and looks at Michael.

"You made me late, again." He chuckles, placing kisses all over her sweaty skin.

"I made you cum, though."

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[henneseyhoe]

Hey! Quick question...can you recommend some other black authors? People are really abusing the tags system here. Tagging characters not even in their stories just to get seen. It's so frustrating. 😒 Any help would be so appreciated.🤎🤎

Definitely 🏃🏾‍♂️

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(If I think of anyone else I’ll add them to the list, but these are people I mainly check for, and they got real good content)

#they lowkey taught me how to write better lmfao #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #black!reader #masterlist

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @henneseyhoe @browngirldominion @melaninpov @hwadam-stories @spaceslutsworld @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @skvrpion @westside-rot @tvchi @kittehkwrites @kindofaintrovert

A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

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❤️‍🔥 Welcome to Akhara’s PlayHouse ❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥more playboys coming soon||spam account: akharareblogs

Introduction: Akhara’s playhouse is a male centered fictional world, where they all fight for the attention of the writer. Akhara. Yup, that’s me.

Each play boy is unique in their own way, all expressing different ranges of emotion and skills. However boys will be boys, and Akhara is only one woman.

This is an eighteen plus blog containing: Mature themes, Rated-R content and pure filth. I reserved all rights to block anyone under the age of eighteen.

Disclaimer: Do not copy or repost my works on other platforms. All original characters are my own. All rights reserved to the creators of the media used.

Roman Reigns:

Rebellion in the Shadows: Joseph Anoai replaces his father as Matai Joseph , and must now navigate his new role as chief, while wondering if his reign could match that of his father’s.

Averi makes a narrowing escape from some dangerous people. She finds her self saved by a mysterious man. Still, she keeps her walls up.

One : Two

Samuelu Island

Jey Uso:

Beyond the Lights: Soraya is a well known artist in the music industry, and her accolades reflect that. While her career may be thriving and successful. She still has a lot to learn as she faces the trials and tribulations that come with the fame.

zero : one : two : three : four : five : six : seven

Nap time

Randy Orton:

Mayhem: A planned feud goes a bit too far when two sisters pitch a story line that shifts the trajectory of the women’s division. co-written with: @keyaho

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Micheal B. Jordan:

Dadmonger Series: Erik and his wife are parents to ten-year old twin boys. Come along with them and their little family as they navigate their lives as parents.

winter party : not my sons : school bullies Mistletoe Clean up woman I wish you would He wasn’t man enough for me

Winston Duke:

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[migosis]

Imagine: Erik loves your 4c hair as much as you do

- You'd spend the night at his house but you'd always forget your bonnet. Erik would lend you his durag and tie it for you correctly so it wouldn't leave a crease on your forehead. The delight you felt the next time you came over, when you saw the pillows on your side of the bed were fluffed and lined with pink satin pillow cases was unmatched.

- One time you mentioned not being able to part the back of your hair so he watched YouTube videos to learn how to do crisp parts using the rat tail comb

- As a unexpected gift he brought you 3 different types of mousse and said "I heard they're using this for wash n go's now."

- Once when you were doing mini braids, he brought you food so you wouldn't have to cook. He insisted you should rest your arms.

- Before vacation he made sure you had a visor beach hat with an open top design so you could wear your braids or a puff up while poolside.

- When you talked about different styles, he asked you to send him pictures so he could help you decide.

"Let me know when you're doing your hair I wanna help you dentangle."

"Help me detangle?"

"Yeah, you know I got magic fingers." He winked.

"Erik, you are so corny."

"You the one that's blushing, so what that make you?"

"Anyways, I got you this off Tik Tok Shop and I wanna know if they scammed me or not." He handed you a package. You used your nails to tear through the plastic that revealed an Unbrush.

"These been going crazy on there. Okaaaay, I'm a little excited to do my hair now. Thanks, babe."

You divided your hair into 4 sections and he secured the crocodile clips. You let him began with the sections in the back.

You watched him in the mirror, admiring how he handled the fuzzy coils with care, starting at the ends like you taught him. This was your favorite form of intimacy.

"I think they did they big one. Here try it."

You slid the brush through your stands with no hard pulling or tugging.

"Yeah and look barely any hair came out. I think you did your big one. Here do the rest."

He shook his head. You were too excited to be handing him back the brush.

"Be still then, big head."

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🚨ATTENTION BLACK PANTHER FANDOM 🚨

I just had an idea...

We should have a watch party to get ready for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever!

Let’s plan to all watch Black Panther on Friday 11/4/22 at 7pm CST (or however close you can get to this time depending on where in the world you are.)

Then, whenever the sequel comes out to stream/own we should have another watch party together.

Who’s in? Imma just start tagging people off the top of my head 😂

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Here's how to join:

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Blindfold Me: The Party

Part 2. After all that, y'all still have the Halloween Party. Kinktober submission @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Queening, Knife-play

An idea strikes from nowhere and who's gonna stop you? Erik? He isn't thinking about you in particular, he's driving you back to the Cheesecake Factory parking lot so you can drive your car and follow him home. He's very cute in his absentmindedness. He's watching the road and doesn't notice you watching the minor things he does, those tiny habits that are sexy for no reason. It's the way he leans driving one-handed with his other elbow in the window. It gives you the space to fish Lil Erik Jr out and frisk him, make him feel real nice before you choke him. Big Erik likes that, but there's something you haven't tried.. another way to pleasure Big E and torture Lil E. You sauce-board him. Erik jumps in his seat, but he can launder his pants. He's changing clothes at home anyway. You dip the head of his penis in cilantro sauce, swirling it around the rim of the plastic cup and sucking it off with a pop, chasing it with a bite of samosa, amused at his face, like he's traumatized.

"You fuckin booger, my dick is not a samosa."

You put them side by side. "Could've fooled me.. the samosa bigger."

"I hope they have good music at this party. I'm a kick Meech's ass when we get there."

He switches hands on the wheel, swatting out like a parent which leads to you both slapboxing with him mushing and grabbing your face, fake choking you while you pop his arm and pinch him. He knows he's not small. You know he's not small.

When you get in your own car, you call him.

"You need music for that?"

"My theme music. Every queen deserves her own theme music."

"I hope he didn't cheap on liquor. If so we need to pre-game."

"Let's pre-game," you agree, getting another masterful idea for a cocktail. He grabs your arms in the doorway of the house before you can close the door and pulls them behind your back, cuffing them quickly. "Erik," you stare from over your shoulder and back at the neighbors' houses across the street. "Be real. It's still broad daylight and families live here." They always walk and sit out on porches.

He bends you over and pushes your dress up, hooking his knuckles in the seat of your panties and pushing the head of his dick against your opening. No one's outside but they could still be watching through windows.

"Dave has a ring camera," you gasp as he holds your weight up by your throat with two hands. Your feet spread for balance as he pushes inside, spreading your walls apart with his width.

"It's fine," he whispers.

"Fuck, daddy." His pumps stay shallow teasing those nerves just inside the entrance that trigger your lazy eye. "He's gonna see this," you sigh picturing the footage in his hands as Erik slides deeper, your walls hugging him tight. "We can't do this out here."

"It's fine. He'll jack off and not say shit, watch." He slides back and squishes in again as a car drives by.

"Erik!" Your ass hits his stomach.

"Oh, that turn you on? Nasty bitch. That pussy getting wetter."

With arms tied behind you, you moan as he bounces you up and down his length, your kitty suctioning him and squishing with every stroke. Another car drives by, a neighbor further down and you hope they don't call the police.

"Move ya hips, like a lil neighborhood porn star slut. Fuck me."

His hands still grip your neck for leverage. You swivel your hips as he digs in your gut, moving one hand under your dress to rub your clit.

"Now everyone gonna know how we get down," he says in your ear. "Lil slut bitch and her daddy. You happy?" His full lips rest on your ear, his dick filling you completely. "You a happy lil slut?" He hisses and groans, stroking your nub. "It's ok, tell me."

"Fuck, yes daddy..," you moan biting your lip and feeling full, your kitty squeezing as you concentrate on keeping your balance. "Oh god don't stop don't stop, it's right there," you pant.

"Don't cum. Don't you cum, baby.. Hold it in.. Hold it in, baby.."

"Fuhuuck!" You laugh trying to hold it as it attempts to burst free. He stops rubbing but keeps giving those deep strokes.

"Yeah baby? Hold it for me. You like this dick? You like it?"

"I love it, daddy, can I cum?"

"Good lil slut, not yet," he squeezes your neck. You don't want him to stop but if he doesn't-

"Shit. I'm reaching my Iimit."

"My dick small?" He thrusts into you. "Tell me how small that dick is baby."

You look back and up at him as he chokes you and you laugh still impaled and panting. You knew he'd get you back. He's 9 inches. 9 delicious beefy inches and each one is hiked up your pulsing sopping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Answer me," he growls, rubbing you again.

"Fuck. Big, daddy. Your dick is so big and juicy in that tight lil pussy, shit. Please can I cum?"

"Cum..," he hums in approval. "Wet ass pussy. That's a good girl." His fingers go straight in your mouth rubbing on your tongue. "You gonna be a good lil girl for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." you nod.

"Shut the door. No, you gonna be baaad tonight. At the party. Daddy like his lil bitch wicked. Now get on your knees and taste that mess you made on this big dick." He moans as you kiss up his shaft and lick it. "Put it in ya mouth. Eat this dick up."

You suck the first three inches, salivating and licking up the spit that drips down his shaft, spitting it back on the top and pushing it with your mouth. "Cum in my mouth," you direct watching him bite his lip as you keep sucking for your own pleasure.

"You want me to cum, baby?"

"Mm," your lashes bat.

"Mm. You deserve a lil candy for Halloween. Go head, suck that cum out my dick."

You suck until it it spits back, leaking semen and you suck some more, swallowing and licking his tip until he pulls it away and kisses you sweetly on the lips. He removes the cuffs and you stretch your arms.

"Pre-game," he whispers leading the way into the kitchen. You both need to change clothes, but there's time. You have hours.

"Pregame!" You sit two shot glasses on the counter and mix coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice, and grenadine while he watches intrigued. You shake it in a tumbler with ice and pour it into the glasses. "It's called a lick my pussy," you smirk raising your glass. His brow raises as you toss it back.

"Bet," he sucks his fingers, the same ones that were on your clit. "Tastes so fuckin good," moans chasing with the shot. It makes your pussy twitch again.

"Boy go get the plant and the grass seed out the trunk!"

"Fine," he laughs heading out. "Pour me another shot I'm tryna be fucked up tonight."

You wait until he gets back to ask, "How we gonna get back if both of us drunk because I'm a be fall off the bone drunk."

"I'll schedule a ride now and we'll be ready to leave at.. what time you think, 12:30ish?"

"Party starts at at 9. That works for me." You raise your glass toasting his that still sits on the table in a clink and tossing it back. Once the safety car is booked, he takes his shot too. "I can't get too drunk before I do my makeup, I'm a look like shit. One more," you pour it up taking it up with you to shower, do your skin routine once more, and start your Akasha makeup with Renaissance on shuffle. It's about the smooth buttery glowing skin with no imperfections. You go full coverage. You build your smoky eye and use your Fenty Trophy Wife for the bright golden highlight, a whiter highlight in your eye corner. Akasha's signature eyebrow and eyeliner combo is done with black eyeliner pen and perfected with gel liner on a thin brush. You put on your fake fangs and take your shot before applying lipstick. Erik uses the shower while your stuff is all over the sink. The lips require contouring and a coral liner/lipstick overlapped with a rosy gloss. You switch wigs to a sleek long and black glueless unit and cover the hairline with Akasha's crown.

Erik stinks up the bathroom taking a shit so you wiggle past his knees leaving your mess of makeup and brushes on the sink. You put on your costume and spray yourself with body oil and highlighting mist. You've nailed the look, you even move your arms like Akasha in the bedroom mirror.

"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew," you respond to his stare.

Erik is impressed but you wave him off with a lie that he smells like shit. "Why'd you wait until after you showered to shit.. you stanky ass boy."

"Can't help when nature calls."

You watch as he turns himself into a loc'd version of a vampire killer in a black bulletproof vest with silver colored clasps in front and black pants, already looking fine. You want to bite him as he pulls on a long leather Matrix jacket with matching gloves. His cosplay elevates with a black clasp belt, black sunglasses, and clunky punk boots. Thanks to Dave, he's got his hands on a sexy long saber that he waves around like he thinks he's on a movie set. A very sexy sleek sword.

"Ok stop playing with your sword," you smirk, "And let's go get another drink. I know just the one." You grab two small glasses and pour ice, crown royal vanilla, and a can of cherry coke between both. "I don't care how good this party is, it would've been better with me bartending, he don't know I'm that bitch. You better tell him."

Erik sighs, "Aye.. you still got that..???" His brow raises. "That peach cobbler.."

"Oh hell yeah," you run back up the stairs to grab that lube you both like. It was an amazing find. You grab the fake blood while you're at it. Maybe you'll find a use for it.

Meech's house is decorated tastefully like he had help from a woman with style which makes you and Erik wonder what woman he had to do it because he needs to keep her around. It's a red and black vibe with a fog machine, everything you wanted as a child for Halloween but now y'all grown enough to create it yourselves. Erik presents the alcohol the two of you decided to bring as a contribution. You set up a counter of shots with Grateful Dead shots for people to grab at will. It's a 90s rnb, 00s hits, and 10s hip-hop and rnb playlist that has everyone dancing and having a good time.

In the kitchen there's the real soul food: pans of chicken wingettes, ribs, fried catfish, potato salad, 2 pans of mac n cheese, collards, and salad. Erik looks at you and starts to build a plate of everything. You grab two forks. "Uh uh fix your own plate," he holds it away.

"I am Akasha, Queen of the Damned," you say channeling Aaliyah's voice in the movie. He looks visibly turned on and offers you the plate. You make him hold it for you. "You're my little simp tonight." You make him feed you until you take over and feed him back with your fork. Then you both take decide to dance and socialize on your own, meeting up organically.

Meech has a game where everyone has to complete the lyrics to a song or take a dare which is either tossing back a shot, taking a shot off someone's body, or taking a shot of hot sauce. It's fun to watch no matter what the punishment. You don't know the words to Juice WRLD Lucid Dreams or Future Life is good so you drink shots out of Erik's belly button as he giggles and grabs your head like you're finna give him head. You and him know he's serious, but the party think he playing. You snatch his face in your hand and whisper. "Play nice."

He bites at you and your eyebrow arches. He smells like alcohol. You see his fangs. He couldn't give up his grills for the white fangs like you have. Gangsta ass Blade. Sexy mothafucka. You release him ready to find a place more private. "Meet me upstairs," you whisper not asking for permission but sneaking upstairs in Meech's house to his bedroom and throwing his unfolded clothes on the floor to free his unmade bed. Erik appears minutes later holding up the doorframe.

"Looks like it's open season on suckheads. I'll give you something to suck."

You dance to him like Akasha. He draws his sword from his back and you lick your fangs interested to know what he plans on doing with it. How will he defeat you? He's got something in mind. He's been proving himself to be a lot of fun. Not vanilla, but French vanilla with some cinnamon and nutmeg. He raises the sword like he's about to slay you but you raise a clawed hand and he halts dropping the sword. You smirk and reach for it but he kicks it up and grabs it swishing it through the air with you frozen wide-eyed. All you know is he'd better not make a mistake. You wonder how far he'll take it ready to match him.

The sword comes to your neck and your eyes dare him to push it further, deeper into your skin. He takes that challenge to your surprise. The sharp edge digs into your neck near your jugular and you keep your chin raised standing extremely still, your heart suddenly pounding and skin growing goosebumps as you feel something drip and look down. Blood. "There are worse things out tonight than vampires," he whispers in your ear.

"Like what."

"Like me. He licks the blood off the blade and scrapes the edge across the skin of your neck, like a razor. You run your fingers over his bulletproof vest as the blade scratches at your skin like fingernails, down your neck and across your shoulders. When it drags down your breastplate you grab his head and bite into his neck so the sword drops again.

He growls from deep within as your teeth sink into his shoulder next, breaking skin and leaving indentations. Your tongue soothes the bites and you suck leaving behind a bruise. He moans grabbing a fist of your hair at the base of your neck.

"You fuckin bit me.."

"So bite back," you hiss pushing him back. You walk to the bed and beckon him to you. "Now. Come my love. I'll show you how to feasst."

He licks his full lips on the same kinda time you’re on and starts to approach. Your raised hand stops him and he growls once more, impatient.

"Down. Crawl and commme to me," you gaze watching him sink to his knees and seductively crawl as if he's your slave. "You'll do annything for me.." He bites his bottom lip. "Hungry, my love? Get up."

You throw him on the bed and turn him so his head hangs off. You raise your skirt and drop it over his head like a curtain while you grind and bounce on his face like a dick.

"Taste," you command as his face becomes a throne. You feel his tongue at work stroking and flicking, his arms at his side as you smother him with kitty and thighs. "This is the rightful order."

When his tongue flicks your starfish you count it as an accident but he does it again. You don't call it out, but you hear him groan as you press and rub your kitty and your starfish on his tongue, lips, and nose.

"It's juicy?"

His fingers finally dig into your hips and you give him a little air sinking right back down to drown him some more.

"Drink that cum," you order as you squirt on his face covering it in a rush of sticky nectar. He sucks on your clit and you hold down his arms. "Keep eating." You roll your hips and raise up once more hearing his gasp before you smother him again. You give him a face full of booty and let him toss your salad, switching back to the kitty. He'll lick whatever you give him right now. "Take that dick out," you tell him in the meantime. He gets it done fairly quickly. You take your shoes and straddle his hips on the bed in a squat but fall on him. The liquor. At least you have the peach lube it helps you glide. You get on your knees instead and ride reaching out for the bed frame to stabilize yourself. He's in another world as you fuck him with the slippery lube, the peach smell in the air. You slide back up to sit on his face with all your juices wetting his neck. They were starting to dry down on him. He acts like he's eating actual peach cobbler. "Lick me up. Tell me how I taste."

"Delicious," he says deliriously when you hop back on his dick. "Fuckin demon."

You grin. "Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

"Nasty bitch," he pants as you jump on his dick until he cums hard inside of you. You push it out and suck it off his dick as he twitches. "You bit me," he sighs with a grin showing those sexy grills.

"You cut me," you remind him touching your neck.

"Do you feel a cut? I used your fake blood."

"Well," you scramble. "Oh well."

"I liked it," he admits.

You look around the room and get up to grab a random lighter that's on the nightstand. "Let's keep this," you flick it lighting the flame. "For memories since we probably won't remember in the morning. "

"Bad girl," he teases. "I'll remember."

"Right." He drank more than you and you'd been drinking. You take the lighter and pull him up forcing him to return downstairs before you so it's not obvious. You go minutes later and find him to dance. You grind him in the dim light, your hips twisting as his move behind you. They call the costume contest and the both of you win first place which gets y'all a goody bag with a big thick fluffy brownie.

"Split it tomorrow," he suggests. There are enough snacks to eat at the party, but it's after midnight. You follow Erik outside to meet the car that's coming to pick y'all up when it comes. Erik holds you and lifts the back of your skirt to put his dick in you once more but there are people directly beside you and you quickly pull your skirt back down before he can get his dick out. You grab his face again. "Play nice." His kink is serious. He loves being watched.

By the time you both make it back home, he's ready to fuck some more pulling you to the kitchen floor but he falls asleep on top of you and you're too tired to move. You wake up to daytime and he's gone. When you call to ask where in the house he is he says "At work."

"Why you ain't wake me up," you fuss feeling a monster headache. "You'd already called out but you thought he had too. "You didn't even say you were leaving. Why you hungover at work?!"

"I don't feel bad at all. Granny's hangover tonic. Works every time. I left you some on the stove."

"I don't understand how you can work. You probably don't remember half of last night. You were so drunk you ate my ass."

"You wanted to try it didn't you?."

"Oh." He did remember.

"When I get home I expect God tier head. With the Akasha cosplay."

"You getting a little too zesty for your own good ain't you," you tease.

"You the one wanted me to be more open with my kinks. You saying you can't keep up?"

"A lot of talk," you grin. "I will make you forget your name don't play with me.

"I don't wanna wait, come fuck me," he whispers. New Erik has a strong public sex kink that makes you clench. You get off the floor to put yourself together.

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #killmonger smut #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #erik x reader

[theeblackmedusa]

plz tell me you writing for yoyo

like i can't find any black reader x yoyo fics

do you know any other black writers?

hey fren! i'm actually working on a yo-yo fic rn! as for other writers, there's soo many. tct just doesn't really have a whole lot of fics rn. i'm gonna tag a few of my fav writers for some fandoms i'm in just in case you're interested in any of those fandoms and would like to read their amazing works until more yo-yo/tct fics are posted. if you message me, i can add you to a taglist as well!

some of my fav writers:

@wakandas-vibranium @megamindsecretlair @pilesofpillows @xblackreader @mickimomo @karimk2 @umber-cinders @siancore @ramp-it-up @mamajankyy @dasphinxone @megamindsecretlair @mcondance @chaneajoyyy @allaboardthereadingrailroad @maroonsunrise83 @wiinterz @prettykittycastle @henneseyhoe @tvreadsandsleep @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaxwrites @hearteyes-for-killmonger @blkcupid @halfofmysoulsblog @afriendlyblackhottie @celestianstars @kirbyskisses @littlemochabunni @artemiseamoon @sheabuttahwrites @samwilsonsbabymama

#if you're not on this list i apologize #i simply put down what i could remember #i read so many fics that it's actually impossible for me to put you all down #but just know if i've ever read your fic or commented i love you and your work #anon i hope this helps and there will be more tct fics soon #writing two fics for yo-yo rn so look out for em!🫶🏾 #ask imani #black writer #black writers #fanfiction #fanfic #theeblackmedusa🐍🐍

[miyuhpapayuh]

We don't even have to take our clothes off.

Thank you @lemmewritesomeish for tossing this one liner in my inbox! I actually dusted off a two year old draft for this one!

“Lift ya dress up, baby.,” he lowly slurs in her ear, the liquor running through their systems heavy.

“What if we get caught?” She asks, lifting it up anyway.

“Ain’t nobody watchin’.” Pulling up a chair behind him, he sits down and pulls her into his lap, his hands roam her inner thighs.

Just a couple feet away, an entire party is taking place on the beautiful, larger than life balcony of an even larger house.

After three shots of rum, the pair had moved to a half secluded area off to the side of the function. Touchin’ on each other like horny teenagers.

“Come on, vie.” His lips trail kisses along her neck.

“It’s just you and me…" the strap of her dress follows his lips down her shoulder, a shiver crawling up her spine.

Her hands rests on his, assisting in pulling her dress completely up on her hips, his hand going straight for her wet set of her lips.

“No panties again, huh?” His long, skilled fingers work against her slicked slit, her head laying on his shoulder as she stares up at the sky.

“Better access, yeah?” She moans, leaving his lap to undo his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, along with his underwear.

“Poke it out, babe.” Putting a dip in her back, she slides down onto him, the both of them groaning upon contact.

“Fuuuck, I love this dick.” She moans, grinding against him.

Grabbing her breasts into his hands, he kneads them like dough, turning her on.

“This dick love yo ass too, baby,” he mumbles, biting into his own lip as she begins to bounce on him.

Her curses hit the damp air as she looks to her left; the party is still alive and jumpin’ as their connection gets steamier.

A gasp leaves her as he moves to bend her over the large chair and face it towards the party, shielding them behind it.

His pants are now around his ankles and his hips relentlessly fuse with her ass, making it hard for her to keep quiet.

“Shhhhit!” She whines, gripping the chair for dear life.

“Fuck baby,” his hand comes down on her ass in rhythmic time, making her even wetter.

Her toes curl into the bed of her sandals. She makes sure to keep her head down, concealing her wild moans as he turns her inside out.

He can still hear her whines over the swelling music, making him twitch within her tugging heat and grip a hold of her neck, gripping her hip with his other hand.

Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, he mumbles against her heated skin.

“You cummin’ on this dick,”

“Yes,” she gasps, gripping the hand at her neck, “don't s-stop!”

Her bottom lip is roughly bitten into as he continues digging her out.

Her hand slips from the top of the chair to its arm, gripping until her fingertips bruise white.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out, as she quivers and clamps down on his dick, drowning it in her cream.

He shakes his head at her like she can see, throwing his head back as the urge to release deep inside of her becomes too much to bear.

His strokes get rougher, making her see stars and cum once more, knocking him off the deep end with her.

He bites her neck and groans, soothing the area with sweet kisses afterward.

Coming down from such a high, the satiated pair fix their clothes and steal glances at each other.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she giggles.

“Round two gotta be in the room.. I gotta hear them sounds again.” He shamelessly says, making her blush and walk ahead of him, back into the crowded area.

“You are something else.” She shakes her head at him, as he grabs her left hand and twirls her around.

“Mmhm, I love that about you, too.”

Enjoy :)

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#smutty smut smut #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers

[blackerthings]

i'm so happy i cannot relate to the struggle of reading fanfics that are not made for women who look like me a.k.a. Black women. i love it here.

@miyuhpapayuh @thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @wakandas-vibranium @starcrossedxwriter

I would have to go through my following list to tag everybody so please feel free reblog/add your fave writers who write for BW 🖤

#have literally never come across it #i be in my bubble and my mutuals are lit so i can't relate at all and i hate that for those who can 😕

[chaneajoyyy]

BLACK PANTHER WRITERS WHO (AND THEIR PAGE) ARE STILL ACTIVE (PART2)

@impremenior

@tallulahchanel

@soufcakmistress

@fkacoochie (not so much active with writing but her fics are still there!)

@ghostfacekill-monger

@non-stop-imaginesgines

@royallyprincesslilly

@elaindeereads

@terrablaze514

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes / @eye-raq

@bakarilennox

@essaysbyciara

@songficsbyrissi

@wakandamama

@wakandascrystal

@wakandas-vibranium

@killmongerdreams

@princessstevens

@eerythingisshaka

@goddessofthundathighs

@tchallasbabymama

@tchallastoothgap

@airis-paris14

@akimi-youngblood

@ashanti-notthesinger

@iliketowrite1996

@tastingmellow

@aloevverified

@plussizeappreciationfics

@alyshastevens-udaku

@dessianna1

@another-imaginesblog

@princesskillmonger

@princessceettaa

@apantherinmypastlife

@artisticestheticreads

@artsninspo

@fictioninmyblood ***

@avenging-fics

@avfug

@babybluepeaches

@babygirlofwakanda

@katasstrophey

@bastioncarterstevens-udaku

@bbybucky-fics

@wakandanblogger

@wakandan-flowerz

@wakandanmoonchild

@bidibidibombaclaat

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[henneseyhoe]

do you know where i can find this smut the woman was dom and the man sub and he loved when the woman called him handsome i forgot who wrote it, was it u?

i don’t think it was me, the only femdom fic i have is here and after reading it, that might not be it. i don’t know what person the fic was wrote about but i do think @megamindsecretlair @consent-is-king and @nahimjustfeelingit-writes have femdom fics, that might be what you’re looking for!

#˚˛ˠ𖦹thots wit hennesey🧠❀ʾˁˈˆ