Im Tryna Be An Actress And A Singer But Ion Know Plus I Feel Like My Writing Is Mid Anyways If Anybody

I’m tryna be an actress and a singer but ion know plus I feel like my writing is mid… anyways if anybody is in love me speak the fuck up

Chain dangling in fics makes me lose my fucking mind!!! Lemme pull on it daddy 😫

“Pretty girl”

Oj Haywood x Black!fem!reader (as usual)

Summary: Oj treats you just as gentle as his horses

Genre: fluff, Smut! (Minors get the fuck out!!)

Warnings!: spitting, swearing, overstimulation if you squint and tilt your head, small spoiler for NOPE if you haven’t seen it. mentions of Jean Jacket

Word count: that’s cute asf

My first stand alone for my favorite cowboy/final boy!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“Eyes on me pretty girl, you good?” Oj spoke lowly into her ear as his hand rested on her waist. It seemed different coming his mouth this time, he wasn’t trying to distract her from Jean jacket hovering over them. Oh no he was talking her through it guiding it as his fingers curled inside her, his thumb applying pressure to her clit. His eyes never leaving hers as he spoke to her, lips busting themselves with her neck. “Oj please right there” she moaned softly slightly digging her nails into his shoulder blades. “Right there? That’s it?” He responded smirking into her skin his fingers inching deeper into her with ease. “Wanna cum please” she babbles trying to keep her eyes on him knowing if she didn’t he’d deprive her of her pleasure. “Take that shit then baby, I’ll give it to you”

“Fuck” she moaned feeling her orgasm approaching faster Oj speaking to her wasn’t helping stall it. “You got it baby, let it go for me hmm?” He whispered driving his fingers home as his thumb worked overtime. The fear of someone walking into the living room to find his fingers up her dress was nonexistent seeing as his only other neighbor for miles was claimed by Jean jacket and Emerald was at her girlfriend’s for the weekend. She could be as loud as she wanted and Oj took advantage of this opportunity drilling his fingers faster, his eyes boring into hers. “Oj, Oj yes.. please..” he gazed down at her swirling his tongue around her nipple sucking it harshly after “that’s it, that’s it, let that shit go”. His words mixed with his voice and the tempo of his fingers sent her over the edge, her back arching as she gasped for air. “You’re good, you’re good Y/N” that was the first time he’d addressed her by her name though this whole ordeal. He usually did when she was coming down as a way to softly ground her. His free hand playing with the locs she’d gotten some a few days ago as she came down.

“You good?” He questioned kissing her lips gently, she loved how gentle he was with her as if she was as precious as his horses. She nodded her head taking a deep breath smiling up at him “I’m good”. He smirked once again nodding his head “good because I’m not done yet” he kissed her lips again sliding down her body bunching her dress up around her waist. His lips paired with his teeth marking the soft skin of her thighs slowly closing in on his target. “Oj please..” she sighed gazing down at him, her breath hitching finding him already staring at her. His tongue licking a fat stripe up her slit wrapping his tongue around her clit sucking harshly. Her juices dipping down his throat like lemonade quenching his thirst. His tongue swirling around it before licking up her slit multiple times, spiting her juices onto her cunt before he dove in again eyes never leaving hers.

His strong hands holding her thighs open as he ate her as if she was his only food supply. A shiver running down her back when he growled into her cunt sucking especially hard on her clit. “Fuck Oj!” A moan falling from her lips seeing her juices painting his face making his skin glisten as if he’d been in the sun all day. A deep “mhm” was her only response as his tongue and pace ruthless not letting up for anything not even air, dipping in to scoop up her leaking desire slurping it down his awaiting throat. “Cum for me again pretty girl, you can do yeah” he spoke before latching his mouth onto her cunt again. “Fuck baby I’m close” his eyebrows raised at the pet name considering the fact she always said his name knowing how much it turned him on when she did so. Deciding to let it slide he responded with a “Mhm” refusing to come up when his mouth was full. Y/N gripped the cushion of the couch moaning loudly into the air curling her toes feeling a second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” she sobbed feeling her coil inside snap granting Oj with an orgasm he was coaxing out of her. Once he finished slurping up her juices he slapped her cunt standing to his feet his frame looming over her, “watch ya mouth fo’ I put something in it”. With that he walked away returning with a warm washcloth cleaning between her legs being extra gentle when coming in contact with her cunt. Tossing the cloth in the laundry he returned with a bottle of water scooping Y/N into his arms carrying her to his bedroom. He removed her dress replacing it with his shirt pulling her into his arms afterwards. He tied her braids back placing her satin bonnet over her head a few swallows of water coming afterwards before a gentle kiss was placed on her forehead. “You did so good pretty girl, thank you for trusting me” he spoke into her ear rubbing her back as she drifted to sleep. He didn’t need to voice that he loved her, she already knew that by heart and she knew it wouldn’t change.

HONEYBEES RISE

The Last Stand Pt. 2

Pairing: Mo Washington X Black!FreedWoman!Reader

Summary: Mo Washington and you have settled into your homestead, finding an easy rhythm of life in the unforgiving desert. But when an unexpected visitor appears out of nowhere, your peace is threatened.

A/N+Warnings: It's a bit dark & heavy, but just stay with me lol...mentions of child abuse, character death, hemorrhaging, small pox, hauntings & supernatural shit, nightmares/flashbacks, bible verses/prayers (not my own words) in italics, fortnight=2 weeks

Check out Part 1.

Tag: @nanajen8 @maysflourish @blacksapphhicmaddonna @imjusthere2readbruv @gweelczz @desswright29 (Included some fellow Honey Bees...hope thas okay)

Wanting to start the day with a hearty meal, you walked to the smokehouse to grab a slab of meat when you heard Jim, Mo’s one-eyed hound, barking at something in the distance. You scanned the horizon, checking for travelers, coyotes or worse, but saw nothing to earn the dog's alarm.

"Hush up you ole fool before you wake her up." You fussed, but Jim kept on and then took off. It was odd behavior as he spent most of his days curled up on the front stoop and never went off on his own. After disappearing over the hill, his barking resumed, now sounding more frantic. Grabbing the rifle at your feet, you took off, worrying that some desert creature had finally gotten the best of the old mutt.

As you neared, you saw the dog circling what appeared to be a bundle of soiled clothes. Yet, upon further inspection, it became clear that it was in fact a child, maybe 7 or 8 years old. His skin was littered with bruising of varied ages and his bones were prominent with the effects of malnutrition. You knelt looking for signs of life but not holding out hope. This wasn't the first native child you'd come across since settling, usually some poor soul left orphaned by rouge bandits or other vile souls. However, this boy looked as if he'd endured eons of torture in his few years and you mourned for the pain he must have endured.

There was no movement in his chest and his skin was cool to the touch. He was gone. You gathered his frail body in your arms and carried him back to the house. The goal was to give him a proper rest in his death, which he had clearly not had during his living days. As your house reappeared, you felt a shift in your arms. Looking down, you witnessed the fluttering of the boy's eyes. One pitch dark, the other dazzling blue, both wide open and piercing through you. You nearly dropped him as terror sent a chill down your spine. Jim's barking jeered you from your fright and you took off running towards the house hoping to save the young boy's life.

You yelled for Mo as you approached and she appeared in an instant, revolver in hand, a look of terror etched onto her face from your frantic screams.

"Y/n!" She yelled as she approached you eyeing the child in your arms. "You hurt? Who's this child?"

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to find words. "He was gone -- I carried him -- he looked at me.”

She took him and rushed inside, clearing the kitchen table and gently placing the child upon it. You were frozen in the doorway, questioning your own sanity as Mo dashed around the cabin. Upon the table, she’d collected your herbs, mortar, and pestle along with fresh clothe and a pitcher of clean water, your usual tools of healing. Your logical brain knew that you needed to act but something gripped on your spirit, leaving your feet to remain cemented in space. Mo looked at you, sensing your inner turmoil, and calmly took your hands in hers.

"Y/n,” She called to you, her tone docile, barely above a whisper. It was the same voice she used on wild stallions to keep their panic at bay, prevent them from bucking at her, or flee away. “ I know you scared but this boy needs you. You can save his life." You swallowed harshly, attempting to suppress the bile that dared to escape your lips.

"Mo, I can't. What if I...last time." You stuttered as your mind returned to the last sick child that had been laid upon your table at death’s door.

"Don’t think bout all that now. Gotta stay in the present."

Mo’s encouragement fell on deaf ears, as the room around you dimmed. The child that now laid upon the table a little Black girl, riddled with fever. She was maybe a few years older than this boy, but just as ill. You'd been sought out by a distant neighbor, who came to you desperate for a miracle. You knew the girl was dying, as the pox nearly took all of its youthful victims, but you felt commanded to assuage the woman’s grief. You knew firsthand the pains of losing a child. You worked into the night, mixing herbs and administering medicine all the whilst praying for the child’s healing.

Miraculously the girl appeared to improve, waking up and even taking a few spoons of soup. You sat at her bedside all night, eventually drifting off to sleep when you awoke to a gurgling sound. Peering down, you saw red streams running from the corners of her mouth. Her body shuddered with chokes as you attempted to clear her airway to no avail. She was gone and the sound of her mother's wails sounded in your ears for days. But it was the nightmares that tortured you most, her cherubic face plastered with a bloody smile had visited you for nearly three fortnights. You had not mixed a single tonic since, but now another life stalled at the crossroads, and if you didn't act, he would surely meet his maker...again.

Mo grasped your face gently, peering deeply into your eyes, attempting to draw to the present. "Honey Bee," she whispered softly, "Ain’t nothin’ I can do for him. Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others," she continued, quoting your favorite scripture. Her words cut through your panicked state like a hot knife, allowing you to take a breath you were unaware you were holding.

"As faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms," you whispered staring into her warm brown eyes, completing the verse.

She offered you a kiss on the forehead and you went to work on keeping the child on this side of the living.

All morning you labored, mixing remedies, and tending to the wounds that riddled his poor form. Mo stayed by your side, fetching fresh water, helping you to turn his frail body, whatever you needed as you worked your magic. Under your efforts, color returned to his face, his breathing comfortable, and skin with the warmth of life. You sat down harshly on a chair, exhausted from your efforts. Yet Mo pulled you back up to the bed were the boy now rested.

"Mo please, there ain't nothin’ left in me."

"We gotta pray Y/N. I trust your hands, but the boy needs more than just your touch if he's to survive." You allowed her to pull you up, as you both laid gentle hands on top of blanket enshrouding his body.

" May you be wrapped up in God's love. Found deep in his everlasting wings. Carried and kept, safe and cherished. May the healing power of Christ breathe across your being now. Amen."

"Amen."

The next days were touch and go, but just like Mo in y’alls early days, the child flourished under your watchful care. Every evening Mo would sit at his bedside and read from her bible. Often you would awaken in the middle of the night and see her still awake, holding the child's small hand in her own, her mouth moving in silent prayer over his small frame. Eventually the boy awoke, first cowering from the sight of two strange colored women at his side, but eventually calming to your presence.

Days turned into weeks and the boy made a full recovery. You waited for him to state a desire to return home or even his name, but he never spoke. Both you and Mo tried to speak to him in the bits of Comanche and other indigenous languages you’d picked up over the years, but nothing sparked his response. He seemed to understand just fine, but any attempts to get him to speak were met with blank stares. The few times when you’d push too hard, he'd get upset, hiding up in the rafters of the smokehouse, only coming down after Mo's threats to give him a strapping, which she'd never do, but the threat seemed sufficient to bring him down to safety.

Without knowing where to return the child to, he became a part of your small clan, joining Jim in the ranks of becoming Mo’s second shadow. The boy was fascinated with her, at her heels from daybreak until bed, much to her chagrin. She would fuss at him to leave her be, but he was persistent, sometimes just watching her from across the yard. She was uneasy with his presence, worried about the trouble his company could bring. And although she was never cruel or harsh towards him, her wall was up, something you were familiar with.

The two of you, however, had a special bond. You chose the name Ishmael for him, meaning “God will hear,” an homage to the answered prayers for his recovery as well as your chance to mother again. Ish, as you took to calling him, loved your cooking and warm hugs. When Mo would shoo him away or refuse to take him hunting with her, he’d come into your arms, seeking solace for his rejection. Adapting your lessons from Mo, you taught him to read and write, enabling him to communicate with you. May afternoons were spent creating stories from bits of  words and phrases, filling the small cabin with youthful laughter.

One night after supper, Ish sound asleep next to Jim on a pallet on the floor, you and Mo sat in bed reading. As you read aloud, it became clear that her mind was elsewhere.

"Mo baby," you whispered, using her nickname to gently rouse her from heavy thoughts. "Where's that handsome lil’ head of yours tonight?"

She took a woeful breath and looked over to the boy before responding, "In town I overhead a couple of men talmbout the injuns lookin’ for a young boy. Some war chief's grandson lost with his parents some months ago."

"Okay? Surely you can't think they're talkin’ bout Ish?"

"They said the boy had one blue eye Y/N. It's gotta be him."

"And what if it is?” You responded matter-of-factly. “Whoever is lookin’ for him can't be nothin' good. You remember how we found him."

"Y/N, you know they don't take kindly to folks taking their kin, ‘specially after the white folks started opening them schools. Issa risk to keep him here this long."

Frustration simmered within you. You understood Mo was just trying to protect you, but it felt like she was finally figuring out a way to get rid of Ish for good. "Ion wanna hear no more about this Mo, he ain't goin’ nowhere."

"But Y/N, it could be dangerous for boffa us."

"Everything dangerous for us. I won't give him up."

"Now listen here Y/N," she said, exasperation turning her voice stern.

"No, you listen Mo Washington," you interrupted, raising your voice slightly. "He stays or we both go. And that's all I'm fixin' to say ‘bout that." You huffed before turning your back to the wall and burying your head in the pillow.

You heard Mo sigh wearily, but she didn't say anything else. The room fell under darkness as she extinguished the oil lamp at your bedside. You both lay there for what felt like hours, stony from what was the first argument you'd ever had. Silent tears ran down your face, not only from the fight but also from the pain of children lost in your past life. The images of them being ripped from your bosom as they were shipped off to pay for some debt or new mule echoed in your head. Eventually, you felt Mo's warm arm around you, pulling your bodies close together.

You relaxed into her arms, her embrace like quick salve to your weary spirit. "I can't lose him Mo." You spoke softly, not even sure if your voice was audible above the crackling fire.

"I know." She whispered back into your neck. Gently, she turned your over to face her, cheeks now touching, and you noticed her face too was wet with tears. "I just dun want nothin’ to happen to us, to you Honey Bee."

"Long as we got each other and the good Lord, we’ll be fine. Aint' that what you always tell me?"

She wiped at the tears on your face with her thumb, "So you usin’ my words on me now huh?"

The smile in her voice brought upon one of your own, but then your expression fell serious again. “Ion know why God brought Ish here, but it’s gotta be a reason aint’ it? Just like you Mo, you both just showin’ up out of the heavens it seems. Y’all both supposedta be here, with me. I just know it.”

Mo didn’t speak for a while, so long that you worried she’d fallen asleep deep in her thoughts. But you heard her quietly exhale, the tension in her body dissipating into the night. “Okay.”

“Okay?” You questioned, unsure of her statement.

"Ish can stay. We’ll keep him safe. I promise.”

You kissed her softly in gratitude, your heart too overwhelmed to find words to express your consolation in her concession. Sleep soon sought you both and your dreams ushered in by the solace of a dream fulfilled: a family of your own.

˗ˏˋ 𓆩♡𓆪 ˎˊ˗ PASSION MARK

PAIRING - dom!hood!riri x black female reader

Word count — 1,850

warnings - 18+!!! SMUT including riri is a one NASTYY mothasucka, strap on actionnn (reader receiving), overstimulation, and fingering (reader receiving) .

synopsis - you’ve had an attitude ever since you came home from work because of those stressful ass costumers so riri fixes that attitude right up before the end of the night.

A/n ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ : this is my first little fic I made so I hope you guys enjoy but if it’s short it’s because I’m tired asl but thirsty for asl some riri williams OKAYY HUNNYYY !! ( she so fine ) This isn’t proofread I’m going to fix a couple of things if it’s any mistakes !!!

@oceean @inmyheadimobsessed @venusdraco @cafehyunji @cashcart1er @ririslove @gweelczz @vampzxi

you walked into your town house to see riri playing 2k with a joint in her mouth, she looked over to you to see the stressful look on your face then paused the game and set the joint done on the coffee table in front of her to go to see what’s up with you. “hey, baby, are you okay?.” She asked you with a slight concern on her face hugging you from behind while you were washing the previous germs off your hands .

“mhm.” You responded with a straight face . “y/n turn around lemme see your face baby.” she kissed your neck and went to the counter to lean on it with her arms crossed you turned around only to dry off your hands .

She Hurried and caught you before you turned back around. you rolled your eyes scratching your nose . “I’m talking to you, what’s wrong?” You took a deep sigh then finally spoke . “them fucking people at my job.” riri giggled but quickly stopped because she forgot you were still not in the mood.

“so that’s why you’re mad and not talking to nobody?” “mhm.” You stomped all the way upstairs with a tight grip on your purse . riri jogged over to her play station and grabbed her head phones and spoke into the mic “hey y’all I gotta go, I gotta check up on my girl. imma check in wit cha’ll’ tomorrow aight?.” her home boys responded with “ok” and “aight, see you.” She turned off the play station and the lights from downstairs and followed right behind you . she slowly approached the door watching you get undressed to get into the shower.

You sensed riri’s presence and looked towards the door and saw her grinning at you . “I see you riri.” then walked to the bathroom and started the water to get it nice and warm because a nice and warm shower after work is chefs kiss.

you’ve been in their some minutes and got clean from head to toe and dried up and stepped out of the bathroom and saw riri right next to the door with a set in her hands for you to wear . “what’s this?” You grabbed the outift and brung it at a distance in front of you to get a good look at it. “just put it on baby.” She smiled at you rubbing on your sides .

you went to the side of the bed and put on the outfit riri suggested to you. then threw the wet towel in the hamper in the corner of the room. riri watched your every move watching your hips sway with every step you took to the mirror that was attached to the wall . she watched you admire your smooth curvy brown skin figure in the mirror. riri walked up behind you and dragged her finger tips up your body watching your eyes follow her every move in the mirror . “are you going to let me take care of you.” She kissed along your damp neck causing a small whimper to leave your lips, then a gasp when she grabbed your neck making your head go up kissing you deeply and passionately. Riri snuck her tongue into the deep kiss trying to distract you from her hands going into your damp underwear rubbing on your sensitive bud causing you to jerk and arch your back off of riri’s chest .

a loud whimper left your swollen lips making riri laugh by your cute noises . “Fuckk—” you squeezed your thighs together not even trying to stay in place . Riri picked you up by your thighs and plopped you on the bed carefully on the side of the bed at the edge . “you gon’ let me fix that attitude ma?” Riri tugged at the thongs you had on . “take these off for me.” She sat up waiting for you to . you took em off with no hesitation. Spotting a dark spot in the center of your thongs. And threw them in the corner of the room . “open ma ma” she patted on your thick thighs sending a shock through your body. you spreaded your legs as commanded .

Riri was satisfied by your slickness, playing with it between her fingers then sucking them. both you moaned by the sight of it, but riri moaned by the sweet taste . “You taste wonderful ma ma.” riri complimented . “I know.” You said grinning waiting so riri’s next move. riri rubbed on your dripping cunt then slipped a finger into your needy hole . “Shit!—” you spat out, then gnawing on your bottom lip. the way your head went back from the desired please almost caused whiplash. riri fingered you at a speed you thought wasn’t even possible, you reached for her wrist to slow down because it didn’t want it to be over yet. “fuck! s-slow down ri-” you stared at her fingers jamming in and out of you “move your hand y/n.” She popped your hand softly .

“P-please slow down.” you whined with big fat tears running down your face . “why should I baby?” She slowed down her pace titling her head in ease. “I-I don’t wanna cum y-yet.” your legs started to tremble and you eyes started to cross then she added her tongue and mouth around your jumping clit “oh shit!—” you guided her head feeling her frizzy braids in your palms. She grabbed your wrist and pinned them to the side of you. She knew you hated being pinned down so you started to pull away from all of the pleasure and overstimulation, “nahhh don’t run now.” She brung you back by pulling your legs back forward. She was eating you out like it was her last meal.

you could feel your orgasm build up because of the feeling in your stomach, you knew you couldn’t hold it in anymore “please!” You cried out . “Please what princess?” She teased your Clit sucking it harder . “c-can I cum please.” You begged because you couldn’t hold it any more longer . “Just because you asked nicely.” She did what you desired and did what was asked, you came right on the sheets and she licked the rest off of you to satisfy you then scooped some on her two fingers then swallowed. “You did good baby, but we’re not done yet.” She kissed on your forehead and moved your hair out of the way that was attached to your forehead. you were achy and still needed more, so you were kind of glad this was wasn’t over yet. “You know how I want chu, get ready.”

you could hear her pants being pulling down, but she kept her boxers on. you could tell she was already wearing it because if she wasn’t she would’ve went to the closest first, you felt her approach you from behind and riri teased the tip of the dildo at your now Stretched out hole. “Safe word mami?.” Riri rubbed on the dildo, she spreaded your slickness all over the dildo. “vanilla.” Riri arched your back for the perfect view and position. She positioned her self at the right angle then slipped into you starting off with her slow thrusting

then fast you could hear riri’s whimpers making you clench around her . the speed riri started to go made you push against her abdomen signaling her to slow down but she knew you didn’t want to actually slow down. “what, you can’t take it?.” She grinned once again . you couldn’t answer because she was so deep inside of you that your mind was hazy and you couldn’t focus one thing, riri smacked your behind to bring back down from your high “I’m talking to you ma.” She rubbed at the red mark she made easing the pain quickly . “I-I can take it, it’s just t-that you’re going to- fuck— fast!.” You spat out to her in frustration the dumb question started to get you heat up but you couldn’t be mad at riri because you knew she will go over board . “don’t get a attitude before I fuck the attitude in and out of you lil’ girl. ”

you’ve told her to stop calling you little girl but it was obviously a joke but you don’t like being called a little girl just cause you were a bit shorter than her . “Riri don’t fucking play with me.”

Riri got sick and tired of your attitude and pulled on your curls and brung you near her, on her chest. “who you getting a attitude wit?” She whispered in your ear while jamming in and out of you with her hard thrust . “Y-You!.” her trying to distract you and get you in line with her thrusts, which they were working. “Who?.” She fucked you hard until you gave her a clear answer . “no…nobody, ri.” Vanilla was at the tip of your tongue, ready to come out. Just by your eyes and body actions Riri could feel that you were close right at the edge . “you better hold that shit.” She let go out of your hair and sat you back at your position. “Ooh Shit!—” your shaking started to get kind of uncontrolled. The sight of you trying to hold it in for your baby made riri gnaw on her bottom lip still fucking into you . Loud moaning and slapping and wet noises filled the room until you cried out to riri for her to please let you cum, “Riri, please, let me cum!” You whined by your soreness in your legs . “give me a good reason why ma ma .” She rubbed against your sides spending chills down your spine .

“I’ve been a good girl just for you— nghh.” she knew you couldn’t give a full explanation so she let you explode on her, she took the dildo strap out of you causing you to moan by the emptiness. “God damn girl, leaving this white ring around my shit.” She laughed, and cleaned it off and put it back in a red velvet bag. you were on the bed laid out exhausted and tired out . you could still feel it inside of you and just by the thought you smiled and laughed out loud with your eyes closed “what’s so funny.”

Riri called out from the bathroom running the bath water pouring salts and soaps in there, you could smell the bubbly smell all the way from the under the door . “baby, can you walk?” She yelled from the bathroom . then fast you could hear riri’s whimpers making you clench around her . the speed riri started to go made you push against her abdomen signaling her to slow down but she knew you didn’t want to actually slow down. “what, you can’t take it?.” She grinned once again . you couldn’t answer because she was so deep inside of you that your mind was hazy and you couldn’t focus one thing, riri smacked your behind to bring back down from your high “I’m talking to you ma.” She rubbed at the red mark she made easing the pain quickly . “I-I can take it, it’s just t-that you’re going to- fuck— fast!.” You spat out to her in frustration the dumb question started to get you heat up but you couldn’t be mad at riri because you knew she will go over board . “don’t get a attitude before I fuck the attitude in and out of you lil’ girl. ” you’ve told her to stop calling you little girl but it was obviously he silence told her that you were either sleep and didn’t want to respond and she would already know the answer to that . “come on lemme help you baby.” She was a loving caring girlfriend who always would make sure her girlfriend is okay after sex and always made sure she’s comfortable and warm after a bath or shower, aftercare is key.

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Scream for Me // Shuri Udaku

Shuri x Black Fem Reader.

Warnings : Begging. Breeding kink. Degrading. Oral. Wall sex. Strap on sex. Rough sex. Fighter shuri. Safewords. Dirty talk. Breath play.

Word count: i forgot to count again lmaoo.

Divider from @firefly-graphics :)

Song :

This song lawddddd.

Party Lights are spread out along the sidewalk and leading up to the front door.

Your hypnotized by the flickering lights on the wall , neon spotlights illuminate the front entrance.

Blasting music bursts through the house as you enter there are people everywhere they weren’t kidding when they said this party would be packed.

Your didn't go to parties often but your friend invited you claiming that you needed to get out of the house and have some fun. 

 Swiftly turning on your heel.

Your friend nearly knocks you backward.

“Y/n!” she exclaims, pure vodka on her breath, as she grabs onto your arms to keep herself steady.

“You’re here!” she shouts her african accent strong.

“Somehow.”

“I thought you weren't gonna show you know since your not that big on parties,” she drunkenly babbles. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

She’s probably shocked to see you at a party, instead of your typical “snuggling in bed at your house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.

“Have you seen Y/F/N ?” she asks.

“Not yet. I just got here,” you tell her. “Sorry.” With that, she walks away.

 Making your way down the crowded hallway and into the kitchen, loud conversations drown out the Rap-themed music from the other rooms.

Flickering candles create the perfect amount of light for you to figure out your options for a drink.

Hard liquor vodka, it is.

“Good choice,” a voice says from behind you, before she enters your view.

“Really does pack a punch.”

You snort from her corny ass line, you also roll your eyes. “The stronger the better,” you say, nearly overflowing your cup in the process. 

“I like your outfit .” “Thank You .” Glancing down at your black, corset-style bodysuit with hints of purple in it, fishnet tights, and black combat heels, you cringe.

This was your last-minute effort to try to throw an outfit together.

“T/N!,” someone says from across the room. “You coming with us?” She looks their way and nods, before turning back to you once more.

“What’s your name, again?” “Y/n.”

“See you around, Y/n.” the punch did in fact, pack a punch. T/n was right.

Making your way to the center of the room, you sway your hips to the beat of the music, enticed by the strobe lights that seem to be coming from every direction.

Lifting your arms into the air, and shutting your eyes, you feel yourself submit to the new carefree feeling that rages through you.

Suddenly, hands are on your waist, guiding your to the rhythm.

You continue to dance, not giving any thought to the person behind you. until they slip their hands to the front of me.

Lower. Lower. Your heart races.

 “Stop,” you rush out panicking trying to break free from their hold. They breathe heavily against your ear. “You like it?”

“No, you fucking creep,” you shoot back, you break free from their grasp, bumping into several people dancing beside you.

To your dismay, they ignore your situation entirely. Your heart hammers.Its so many people. It’s so loud. 

The atmosphere is so thick your getting overwhelmed you can hardly see, let alone breathe.

You Turn to face the person who would not accept no for an answer, anger and disgust consume you ugh men you sigh.

Slamming your hands against his chest, you shove him away, and this time he gets the hint. And it’s clear that he has taken offense to your rejection you turn to walk away. 

“Bitch,” he laughs. A tall, figure lurks from the corner of your eye you barely can make out who the person is from the lights but you know its a woman.

Suddenly, she has your assaulter on the ground, and she’s towering over him.

Leaning down, she slams her fists against his face, punching him.

Over and over again untill she feels like stopping

She grabs him by the throat. “If you ever fucking touch her again, you will meet your ancestors Ipisi yekaka ( piece of shit). 

You regonize that voice.

You can almost hear the crippling sound of his face crunching from each blow, as dark, red blood pours from his nose like a faucet.

Lyrics boom from the speakers everyone scurries out of the way, watching in horror and disbelief as the scene unfolds right before they're eyes. 

You hear people say.

 " OH shit ! "

" Damn! She fucking him up"

" What is the panther doing here"

"I know those licks hurt! "

 The panther? She's here you think.

As soon as they try to pull her off, she jerks toward them, taunting them.

They immediately step back, not daring to be her next target.

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage.

This was all for you she helped you she protected you.

The outline of her backside is daunting.

Primitive. It’s as if she’s hunting her prey, and she doesn’t stop beating him until he’s knocked out cold.

The tall, woman dressed in all black slowly turns to face you, and the moment you see her your left a hot, quivering mess.

Its fucking Shuri Udaku the fucking Queen of Wakanda is standing in front of you.

There’s just something about this moment that mesmerizes you. 

You've always had a crush on her had fantasies about her.

She approaches you, now towering over your frame. The dark fabric of her outfit hides her body, it’s obvious she’s built like a God.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction, and your body reacts right on cue. 

Your nipples pucker, straining against the material of your corset.

Your inner thighs become drenched.  

Bast. She looks like pure sex you think.

Your face is flushed, and your breathing is labored.

“Thank you,” you unthinkingly say trying to get rid of your devilish thoughts.

“His face!” A guy shouts ,kneeling over your assaulter, who is still unconscious.

Bleeding profusely. “You broke his face! I’ll kill you!”

Shuri snaps her head in his direction.

The man rushes to his feet, bolting toward us, fear overtakes you. With one, swift motion, Shuri swings, and her fist collides with the rude mans jaw.

He collapses onto the floor next, and remains there, completely motionless.

It’s a real-life blood bath, yet you don’t make a sound. Silently observing the blood as it spurts from his nose, you watch as it then trickles down his face.

Without thinking it through, you push your way through the crowd of people, some laughing.

You lock your fingers around Shuri's wrist. Forcefully pulling her along with you as you both exit the room.

Nearly knocking someone onto their ass. Once you spot a large, spiraling staircase, you lead her to the top.

It’s now much darker on this floor, although a bit less crowded, and the music only seems to grow louder. It echoes through the hallway, sounding like a beating heart.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Pushing open the nearest door and stumbling into the room, a pair of shoes almost knock you off your balance.

Before you even have the chance to trip over them, she catches you, bringing you close to her chest. 

She's so Masculine and Feminine.

Staring up at her through your lashes, you gaze helplessly into her eyes.  

Shuri closes the door behind you two.  

You're alone with Shuri you've never felt so safe. 

What does that say about you?

There’s sexual tension, an electrical current in the air, and your inner thighs once again become slick. Well, damn.

You're infatuated, on cloud nine. Over the moon.

Maybe it’s because she just kicked the shit out of some guy who wouldn’t take his hands off of you when you told him to stop.

Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline makes you feel sick, and you peel yourself away from her.

“You good?” She asks you.

That voice.

So powerful.

The accent, it makes you weak.

“Yeah,” you say,  “I’m fine.”

There’s something about her presence that has you completely aroused.

“Did that guy hurt you?” She asks.

Her voice sends a chill down your spine.

Bast help me. Although, there’s a voice in your head that says, “Bast isn’t here right now.”

“No. He didn’t have the chance to hurt me,” you anxiously reply, gazing up at her with gratitude. “Thanks to you.”

“He knows what he wants,” she speaks up.

“Oh?” You sheepishly question, taken back. “And what does he want, exactly?”

She steps toward you, inching closer. Closer.

You swallow hard.

Shuri says. “Ask me directly.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you from her seductive tone. “What do you want?” You finally ask, barely any sound to your voice

“I want what every other guy or girl in this party wants.”

She reaches to your curly hair, brushing it over your shoulder, her tatted hand lightly brushing against your neck. 

You feel so exposed as she stands over you 

Vulnerable.

“Say it,” you urge, gathering the jacket over her chest in your hands. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck,” she breathes.

 Without warning, the door opens.

“Got your text,” a girls says

“Couldn’t have been any better with your timing Riri,” Shuri dryly mutters, dismissing her with a single wave of her hand.

The second the door shuts behind her, she gazes down at you in silence.

You can almost make out the outline of her eyes from the dim light on the other side of the room. 

Suddenly, your heart begins to pound.

What are doing? What are you thinking? 

This is so unlike you.

You think to yourself. Although, that’s the thing. Tonight, you can be whoever the hell you want to be. And for once in your life, you choose to be reckless.

"You asked what I want,” she says, inching closer as you lose your ability to breathe.

“I’ve been watching you all night Nkosazana i want to fuck you until you’re screaming in ecstasy while coming around me baby."

A hushed moan escapes you're trembling lips as she lights a burning desire within you. 

You've never felt this way before. So hot and undeniably bothered.

An ache settles between your legs, and warmth blushes your  skin.

You can literally feel your clit pulsing, begging for her tongue, and you can’t seem to fight the urge of tearing off her outfit.

“I want to explore every inch of your body Sthandwa sami,” she boldly says.

Another quiet moan leaves your lips without your permission.

“You like it when I call you that, don’t you,baby?” 

“Sthandwa sami,” you echo her words ,infatuated.

“There it is,” she coos, taking your jaw in her hand, ensuring you look directly into her eyes. 

“Now tell me. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs, right now, how wet would you be for me?”

Your stomach clenches tight at the thought. The truth is, you're wetter now than you’ve ever been in your life. 

" Very,” you whisper.

“Fuck,” she grunts, tightening her grasp on your face, squishing your cheeks.

“I haven't even tasted you yet but I can already taste how sweet you are. I want a taste.”

You're knees are only moments from buckling. 

You're entire body begins to quiver.

You're face fills with heat.

 Somehow, your darkest fantasies, that you figured you could only dream or read about, have the power to come to life right before your eyes.

“Such a pretty mouth. I want to put it to good use.” she traces your bottom lip with her thumb, cocking her head to the side. “

Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you.”

And finally, you let go wholeheartedly.

“You,” you answer her.

“I want you to bring my darkest fantasy to life.” “Darkest,” she echoes, hesitating.

“I can imagine my dark is far different than yours, sithandwa.” 

“Dark,” you emphasize. 

"But on one condition."

Placing her hand on your chest, she moves your body backward, pinning you to the wall.

Lightly wrapping her fingers around your throat, she presses down, making it a challenge for you to swallow grasping her wrist.

“Just one night.” 

You rush to say.

She laughs, with no humor intended. 

“You say that so easily, like it’s possible for me to let you go.” 

“Well, that’s my condition,” you press.

“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, nkosazana,” she hesitates,

“You’ll still always be mine.” she lets out.

“Beg me for mercy if my dark is too much for you.”

With that, she releases you, and you gasp for air, watching as she removes her shirt.

“Face the wall,” she instructs.

And you hesitate, unsure if you've heard her correctly.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, "intombi eswiti” 

( sweet girl ) she warns, her voice low. 

"You asked for dark. Don’t forget that.”

Turning on your heel, you stare at the wall, bracing yourself for the unknown.

Terrified, yet thrilled at the same time. Adrenaline pumps like nitrous through your veins. You want this.

You need this.

 She lets out a sharp breath. “Hands against the wall.”

Pressing your palms against the cold, hard surface, a chill creeps down your spine.

Your instinct is telling you to run. Far, far away.

Except your arousal is evident.

Your nipples are puckered into hard, brown buds. Your dark skin is flushed. 

Your breathing is shallow.

Your thighs are slick, and your body is begging to be fucked.

But not just by anyone.

By her. The Panther.

“Do you trust me?” She asks, and you can almost feel her gaze burning through the back of your skull.

“Yes,” you answer softly.

“Foolish, intombi,” she taunts you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder, exposing your neck.

Be reckless, you encourage yourself.

Without giving it any more thought, you spin around until you're facing her, defying her orders entirely.

She towers over you, even with the added inches of your heels, making you feel so powerless in her presence.

So weak, and defenseless.

It’s disturbing, yet so hot it has your mouth salivating Your dying to know what it feels like to be hers.

“I want you,” you admit, pleading with eyes for her to act on it. “Right now.”

Shuri leans into you, pressing your back to the wall.

“So eager,” she says.

Your imagination wanders...

“Close your eyes,” she orders.

She slips her hand between your thighs, massaging your clit over the thin fabric, making you squirm.

“Such a good girl.”

The quiet rip of your fishnets and your underwear being torn at your crotch leaves you on edge.

You can’t even fathom how hot she must look on her knees for you.

Your legs begin to quiver.

The cold air sends a chill through you as it brushes against your damp inner thighs, as she spreads your legs wider, exposing you.

“Please,” you whimper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“That’s right,” she bites out. “Fucking beg.”

Your heart pounds through your ribcage.

“Please,”  you beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension.

Her warm breath brushes your clit, every nerve ending on edge she groans, pushing her fingers between your sensitive flesh. 

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

Your body jolts, and you helplessly writhe against the wall, reaching down for her.

Burying your fingers through her curls, you kick open your legs wider.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you whine.

She whines back, mocking you.

“Panther, I’m begging you.”

“Fuck,” she sharply groans, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles, as you moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.”

She dips the tip of her finger inside of you, barely, and the anticipating is beyond agonizing.

Thrusting deeper, your inner walls tighten around her, and yourstomach tenses.

Without warning, she quickens her pace, pushing her finger into you over and over, before adding in another.

 Curling her fingers in all the right places, she slows, stroking your walls. 

"Such a tight, little pussy.” she says.

“Shuri baby ,” you impatiently moan, and that does it without wasting another second, she lifts you and lowers you onto the bed.

Firmly grabbing your ankles, she pulls you to the edge, spreading your legs once more. 

She presses her lips on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasingly.

And finally, she takes your clit into her mouth.

She traces her tongue over your clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of your sex.

Nobody has ever made you feel this good.

She skims her hands over your breasts, and you grab her wrists, holding them in place. 

Yanking down your top ever so slightly, she pinches your nipples, twirling them between her fingers.

This only seems to bring you more pleasure, as she thrusts her tongue inside of your pussy.

“That feels so good you're so good,” you moan, writhing against herface. “Yes.”

She trails her hands down your chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of your body as she slips them lower and lower to your most sensitive place. Moving your legs further apart with one hand.

Thrust after thrust, she continues this beautiful attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting.

Savoring you, as if she’s literally starving.

Your stomach flutters, your breathing quickens, and you buck your hips, matching the thrusts of her fingers.

She reaches for your arms, suddenly pinning you the bed, giving you no option to escape.

Fisting the sheets with trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside of you, and bursts into pieces.

" Thats it baby." she says and you cum, forgetting how to breathe, your toes curling.

Riding out your orgasm, you grind yourself against her face, until you physically can’t take it anymore.

“Bast.” she groans, her face still buried against your wetness. “You taste too good, baby. I need more.”

She tightens her hold on your arms, pinning you in place, and burying her face against your pussy.

Just when you believe that it isn’t possible to come again, she proves you wrong, fucking you into oblivion with her fingers and tongue until you're exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where you're seeing stars through your eyelids.

“I can’t,” you whimper, trying to break free from her grasp.

Shuri doesn’t stop.

You don't want her to stop.

“I can’t take anymore,” you gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping your lips but you still cry out “Oh, yes. Yes.”

Your orgasm consumes you, taking you over entirely.

Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensation, as you ride out wave after wave of this everlasting euphoria. 

Your inner walls spasm, your legs begin to shake, and you're sure you've forgotten how to breathe. Attempting to gather back any strength in your body that you can find.  

About a minute passed before you felt her hand caressing your face.

“Mine,” she claims you. “You are mine.”

Your lips part, and your stomach flutters. 

Shuri steps closer to the bed, and reaches down, lightly stroking your hair. Many thoughts cross your mind, and you get that warm, fuzzy feeling that you can’t seem to get enough of.

 “Use your words, Usana”

“Choke me,” you carelessly breathe, flustered.

“I want you to choke me”

She locks her tatted hand around your throat, holding you still.

“Like this?” She breathes, tightening her grasp.

You nod slightly.

Leaning down, she hesitates beside my ear.

“Words, baby,” she reminds you.

“Yes,” you mutter. “More.”

Trailing her hand to your jaw, she turns your head to the side, forcing you to look at her. 

She turns you around and leans down, gripping beneath your thighs she picks you up and places you against the wall.

“This?” She asks.

“More,” you whisper.

“I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg me.”

She's then lightly brushing her hands against the back of your legs, then trailing the tips of her fingers to your inner thighs, she hesitates at the lower buttons of your bodysuit.

“Please,” you moan, feeling her muscular , shoulders beneath your hands. “Please, more.”

“You call that begging?”

“Please Shuri,” you plead, as she rubs your clit. 

“Please, Shuri, please.”

“Fuck, baby,” she sharply exhales.

"That’s right. Say my name.”

“You ready to take this dick mama?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Now Fuck me,” you order.

She groans and taps one of her kimoyo bead earrings then you hear a little sound then she takes off her pants and you see her strap attached to her hips its impressively big.

" I've infused vibranuim in this along with sensation outlets which means i can feel you i can feel inside of you."

Holy shit. There’s no way you can take her. You think.

 You brace yourself on her shoulders, she pulls you rubbing the tip of her dick along your wet entrance.

Up and down, over and over, toying with you.

Teasing you driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Please,” you eagerly beg, desperate to feel her.

Without warning, Shuri enters you with one, hard thrust. Stretching you wide, buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she bites out, getting a better grip on you as she secures her arms around your back.

The inner walls of your pussy tightens and grip at her strap with each stroke, your body jolts back from the hard force.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust, she fucks you.

"You feel so fucking good baby i wish i could stay in this pussy forever." She says and throws her head back plunging herself deeper, faster, pushing her way inside of you repeatedly.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you hold onto her for dear life, spreading your legs wider so you can feel her more fully , you can feel her in your stomach it’s almost too much.

She reaches down to the top of your pelvis and she presses down. 

"You feel me here baby?"

" Yes i feel you oh my-you fuck me so good."  You moan out.

You really can feel her there.

She's too massive.

She quickens her pace, pounding into you relentlessly. Your crying out to her, whimpering, and gasping for air to fill your deprived lungs.

Digging your nails into the muscles of her back.

“Shit,” you cry out, throwing your head back matching her merciless thrusts with your hips. “Oh, fuck, Shuri !”

Your eyes start to close as your climax builds and builds, rapidly approaching.

“Look at me,” she orders, slamming into you.

Harder. Even harder.

And you obey, staring desperately into her brown eyes something about this is so erotic.

 She’s fucking your brains out through the hole she ripped in your fishnets.

Roughly squeezing your ass, and bruising your skin, she lifts you standing tall as she bounces you on her thick dick.

 Adjusting to her size in this new position, your arms find their way around her neck.

You cry out in ecstasy, grinding your clit against her pelvis, creating the perfect amount of friction.

“Yesssss,” you whimper, rubbing yourself against her.

She brings you down harder each time, bucking her hips with each deliberate thrust, throwing you closer and closer to the edge.

" This pussy feels so good " she moans loudly.

“Fuck,” she groans, slamming your back to the wall. wincing from the pain, your legs lock around her waist tighter.

You cry out, moaning louder, as she claims you ruthlessly.

" I want to hear you scream.”

" Scream for me. "

No longer able to hold yourself back, you scream out with pleasure, letting go completely.

“Good girl, you take me so well." She praises, squeezing your ass as she slams into you with an urgency.

“You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Only for you ,” you whimper, as she adjusts the angle so now she's directing hitting your gspot. “Fuck, yes!”

“I want everyone in this house to know that you’re mine.”

“Tell them, baby.”

“I’m yours,” you breathlessly moan, rocking your hips to match her thrusts.

“That’s right. Such a good little slut."

"Bounce on your panthers dick.”

Tightly grasping her shoulders, you ride her dick you can feel it really pulsating she must've spend week's building it.

Your senses are heightened, sending you into a state of pure euphoria. She pulls you from the wall, easing you up and down on her thickness, urging you to rock your hips.

“Baby,” she grunts, bringing you down harder.

“Just like that open up for me.”

"Shuri,” you moan, "right there."

" Please cum inside of me fill me up please Panther. " You beg her.

" You want me to fill you with my cum baby?"

" Yesss I want all of your cum."

“ Then cum for me,” her accent drowning her words.

Your orgasm claims you, ripping through you, catching you completely off guard.

The intensity is unimaginable. You've never gotten off without your vibrator but Shuri hits all the right places.

Your back arches, pleasure consuming your body from your head to your toes. 

" Let go baby" she tells you.

"Im gonna fill you up so good baby and you're gonna take all of me" 

Your serotonin levels skyrocket, and in this moment, nothing else matters.

As she moves within you, with slow, deep thrusts, she grasps you tighter, gaining back full control.

 Pure bliss takes over, earth-shattering sensations rocking through you like nothing you've ever felt in your life.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

“Bast.” she breathes her jaw clenching as she cums she leans against you.

Grazing your fingertips to the curve of her hips, you pull her closer, as both of yall's cum leaks down your thigh.

“Now that, nkosazana—” she firmly takes your jaw in her hand, tracing your lips with her thumb.

" Is how you deserve to be fucked. Always"

A/n : OMG WHO WROTE THISS but anyways i hope y'all enjoy my second ever fic please leave feed back LOVE YOUU🩷.

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