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T’Challa, King of LIES Wakanda

Colorism is light skin individuals who are truly HALF goodlooking at best when u look closely, being deemed “Pretty” and “Gorgeous”. When their darkskin counterparts have to TRANSCEND beauty to even be considered remotely attractive. And even then it’s.. “She’s pretty for a dark skin girl..” etc.

“I remember seeing ‘Snow White’ and saying to my mother, ‘Will there ever be a Chocolate Brown?’ She said ‘Probably. Why not?’ I just never thought the first black princess would be me.” — ANIKA NONI ROSE

THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG (2009)

Spoiled Brat

I. Have. Never written something as nasty as this. I’m so proud of myself, but at the same time, I gotta go say 10 Hail Marys. The reader is black.

Description:

N’jadaka gets a little fed up with your attitude and tbh bitch, your ass shoulda known better than to be a whole ass brat. Punishment ensues.

(So many warnings man, Filth, Impregnation kink, Choking, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Lots of crying, Brat Taming tbh, Spanking if you squint, Humiliation, Punishment, Squirting, Daddy kink, MeanDaddy!N’jadaka, BrattySub!Reader, Black!reader, I’m going to hell, see y’all there.)

N’jadaka had been patient.

When he woke up this morning, you hadn’t been next to him. Matter fact, you weren’t even home. For some strange reason, without letting him know, you’d taken an early shift at work without letting him know before hand, leaving him worried as hell.

When you came home later on that afternoon, you hadn’t said a word of apology to him, but he made sure his body language showed that he was upset. Being the forgiving guy he was (yeah right), he gave up on the body language shit and started acting like normal.

The straw that broke the camels back though was when you were both watching a movie that evening. Your phone kept going off and whoever was texting you seemed to be funny as fuck cus they’d have you cheesing every time you picked up the device. Erik couldn’t help but be irritated, but once again, he decided not to say nothing. Instead, he slyly tried to get you to put the phone down.

“Baby, the light is bothering me every time you open that. You mind?” He asks sweetly, still watching the tv.

You glance at him at the corner of your eye and glare. “Um, yeah I mind. Close ya eyes if you’re bothered.” You reply then continue texting away.

N’jadaka goes silent. You don’t even see his hand come up till your phone is knocked outta your hand unto the couch. You turn you head to look at him, mouth agape.

“What the fuck?” You ask, picking up your phone.

“Put that shit down ‘fore I break it, Y/n.” He states, and you can see he’s not playing but you’re so irritated, you don’t care.

“Nigga no. It’s my fucking phone and guess what? You not my father.” You spit before getting up and stalking to the kitchen where you lean against the counter and text who you were texting.

Second later, N’jadaka is up and after you. You see him coming at the corner of your eye and move to get away, but you’re too late. Your phone is snatched out of your hand, and just as you open your mouth to protest, Erik’s other hand is at your throat, choking the hell outta you.

You sputter and your hand immediately goes to his arm, grabbing at it as you’re forced to go on your tiptoes to breathe. A wheezing gasp leaves you as he jerks you towards him, uncaring of how you struggle to breathe. His eyes are dark with anger and even though you know any girl in their right mind would be scared shitless, your body betrays that and you’re slightly turned on. Mostly angry, but slightly turned on.

“See, I don’t know what happened to make you such a bitch today, but I really don’t care no more. You been rude as fuck to me for no reason and I’ve been nothing but nice to your bratty ass.” He tells you as he slowly back you against the kitchen counter. His face is an inch away, so you not only hear every word, but he makes sure you feel it.

“You had me worried as hell this morning, and even after I called you at work a dozen fucking times, I didn’t get an apology or nothing. Now in the living room, you wanna be texting somebody and giggling and shit, knowing how I fucking get. Wanna be disrespectful when I nicely ask your ass to put the fucking phone down. Fuck that shit. You said I’m not your father, okay. But who the fuck am I?” He declares.

You choke helplessly around his palm on your throat, unshed tears swelling in your eyes. You smack at his arm, unable to answer. He loosens his grip and you inhale a gust of air so sharp, it’s like a razor against your senses. You blink as your finally able to breathe even though it’s through a constricted airway whistling oxygen into your deprived lungs.

“D-Daddy.” You gasp answering him, shuddering as his other hand that has now dropped your phone next to you on the counter slithers into your loose sweatpants and between your thighs.

A moan leaves you as his fingers start to move against your cloth covered mound, your legs shaking as pleasure courses through you. His head moves close and you whimper as his teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, then soothe the pain by suckling on it. His fingers move up then slip into your panties and a shuddering gasp leaves your lips when suddenly, two of his fingers sink into you.

“That’s right, I’m Daddy. Say it again. Who the fuck am I?” He growls, his fingers moving faster, every ridge and knuckle rubbing your sensitive insides.

Your legs shake and a broken sob leaves your lips. “Daddy! Daddy please, can I cum?” You start to beg, voice shaking in tune with your knees.

His lips are on your jaw now, kissing and biting on your skin, his fingers around your throat experimentally flexing tighter and looser, leaving you a mess as the lack of oxygen combines with the immense pleasure he’s causing down below.

He smirks against your skin. “Cum? Already?” He asks in a mocking tone.

Another sob leaves you as your hands that were around his arm on your neck move down to his other arm, gripping it as you grind down unto his fingers.

“Please Daddy! Feels so good! M’sorry for bef - fuck! - for before! Lemme cum Daddy, please!” You plead, moans leaving you as his palm grinds against your clit as he fingers you fast and hard.

“For before? Damn, I can’t remember. Remind me why you should be sorry.” He speaks against your skin, his fingers slowing when he senses that your about to cum.

You whimper and push your hips towards his palm, but his hand tightens around your throat in a warning and you listen, stilling your hips.

“I-I made you worry this morning, then I didn’t apologize. Then I was disrespectful on the couch. I-I’m sorry Daddy.” You whimper, panting as his palm grinds a little harder against you.

“Nah, you not done. Who the fuck was you texting?” He growls against your cheek, and his hand tightens again, making your breath hitch.

You whimper when he loosens his hand and when you open your eyes that you didn’t even know fell closed, his face is right in front of yours and he’s giving you the dirtiest glare you’ve ever seen on him. A shudder goes up your spine and you swallow before you answer.

“T-Tommie.” You whimper, practically begging him with your eyes to keep touching you.

His eyes go steel and his whole aura changes into someone that’s really gon choke ya ass to death if you don’t correct the little mistake it takes you a second to realize you made.

“Tommie the female! ‘IE’, not ‘Y’! The female, daddy.” You quickly correct, not in the mood to play with your life or the male Tommy’s life.

He stares at you for a moment, looking to see if your lying. When he’s satisfied, he gives you a slight smirk.

“You ain’t lying, are you?” He asks, his head cocking slightly to the side.

You shake your head vigorously, thrusting your hips towards his hand with a pleading look. He regards you for a moment, as if looking to see if your lying. He hums in satisfaction and you sob in relief when his fingers sink into you again.

You fingers tighten around his arm as you basically ride his fingers, the lewd sound of your sex squelching as his fingers sink into you over and over again, rubbing against your nerve sparked walls. You increasingly get louder and louder and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but the look N’jadaka gives you lets you know there ain’t no way in hell your gonna stop him from hearing you.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby.” He growls against your jaw, then your yanked away from the counter.

Everything is hazy as your body is sent into this spiral of wanton lust and need, and you don’t even realize your thrown unto the bed until N’jadaka yanks your sweats and panties down in one yank. You hastily yank your shirt off, leaving you completely nude. N’jadaka stares down at you with a carnal gaze that has you creaming. He reaches forward and grabs your legs and suddenly you’re yanked to the bottom of the bed so your bottom is hanging off. He kneels down and your legs are over his shoulders.

A moan leaves you as he bites harshly into your inner thigh, reveling in the way his teeth sink into your plush brown skin. He releases your skin and looks at your dripping pussy, then he moves forward and takes a wide lick. Your whole body shudders at the sensation and your hands find their way to your breasts as your man suckles against your clit. You let out a wail when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nub, sending sparks of euphoria up your spine. Your legs shake as he holds them open, his tongue dipping into you then over your clit over and over again. Your hands swoop down and grab unto his locks as your hips grind into his face. You shudder as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chant as you wail in pleasure.

N’jadaka’s grip on your thigh tightens painfully and you glance down at him, near blind from the tears pooling in your eyes. You see his sharp glare and a gasp of pain leaves you when one of his hands lifts and smacks your thigh.

“Hold that shit. You not cumming till I got this dick in you.” He says, muffled by your lower lips being sucked into his mouth.

Tears build in your eyes as his tongue rolls out and rubs against your clit in what feels like the alphabet, and before you know it, your hands are over your eyes as you sob and beg for mercy, knowing that if you cum without permission, which you’re about to, he’ll be merciless on you, either spanking you till you’re too weak to move away, or fucking you till you’re to weak to move away. Same result, both equally barbaric.

“P-please Daka! Shit! Daddy!” You beg, your hips moving on their own accord now, backing away from him. His head lifts up for a moment and you sigh in relief, but he glares at you.

“Y/n, shut up and let me eat. Try to run again and watch what I do to your ass.” He drops without remorse, then his head is back between your legs and he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a damn pacifier, ignoring the loud wailing above him and the way your legs are shaking like leaves.

Just as you’re sure your body is about to betray you and orgasm, he stops, but you’re loud angry sobbing doesn’t. Usually, when you cry like this, N’jadaka comforts you with a fiercity, pampering your spoiled ass till you forget why you were even crying. But at times like this however, you knew you only had a thin rope you were dangling on till his patience ran out and he really gave you something to cry about, like an ass you couldn’t sit on for a couple of days.

It only takes one dirty look and you control your sobs till you’re hiccuping like a grade schooler, and for a second, N’jadaka feels a little bad. He almost changes his mind and feels like maybe you deserve to cum. But then he remembers the shit your rude ass put him through today and he’s annoyed again and there ain’t no way in hell you’re escaping this punishment.

He leans up and you’re staring at him from between your legs, looking as aggrieved as ever, hands now clenching the sheets. His hand taps your hip as he talks.

“Move up on the bed. Then hold your legs up, against ya chest.” He commands and you obey without complaint, glorifying Bast when you realize he’s about to fuck the sanity out of you.

You feel slightly exposed when he stares down at your dripping folds for a moment too long, a whimper leaving you. His eyes look up and meet yours and he sees the embarrassment on your face as you look away from him. A fond smile slips unto his lips and he crawls unto the bed on his knees, hands bracing your legs up from behind your thighs where your own hands hold them up.

“Y/n, are you really acting shy right now?” He asks, and you can hear the slight humor in his voice.

You don’t answer him, looking anywhere but at him because this damn position, it always gets to you cus he can see everything. He knows what this does to you and you gotta say… you love him for it. You always liked a little humiliation in the bedroom, though you’d never really said it out loud. N’jadaka just knew. He knew you got soaking wet when he called you his bitch or his hoe. He saw the way your pupils would dilate when he told you to open your mouth so he could spit into it. He saw how it drove you crazy when he put you in really exposing positions and did filthy things to you.

A gasp leaves you along with an oh god when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your clit. You’re already so sensitive, so when he starts to rub just the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, in just a few minutes, you’re sweating and whining.

“Daddy, please fuck me. Please.” You plead, panting heavily when this time, the shaft of his cock slowly glides against your clit, every vein and throb being felt.

“Why? You wanna cum baby?” He asks, his own voice shaking slightly because all he wants to do is loose control and fuck you silly.

“Yes please daddy! Make me cum. I’m sorry about before so please lemme cum.” You beg, getting loud with the prospect of cumming looming over you.

“Fine. Soon as I put it in, you can cum. But that don’t mean I’m stopping for nothing. You wanna cum so bad, go ahead, but I’m not stopping till I get my nut.” He states, and then he’s pushing inside you.

Your mouth falls open as N’jadaka splits you open on his dick, every inch sliding into you with ease as your dripping walls accept him with glee, squeezing and pulsating around him. He feels it too by the look of utter bliss on his face. He looks like he’s gonna forget himself any moment and start moaning because damn, how are you so warm- no, hot. Like fucking melting chocolate and it takes a moment for him to not melt into you, but then he takes back control and he’s fucking you with sharp thrusts that leave you breathless.

The two of you maintain eye contact as he fuck you, his hips picking up in speed and force till he’s thrusting into you with jackhammering force that has your nails digging into the backs of your thighs as you make a visible effort not to scream. You know you’re not gonna last long until you cum.

Every thrust sends a filthy sound into the room, his dick forcing your juices out of you as it plunged in and out, pressing into your walls as they squeeze him. A wail leaves you and suddenly, one hand realeases your thigh and is gripping unto the sheets for dear life. Erik’s hand keeps it in place as he pounds into you, making you moan like a two cent whore.

He groans at the sight of you taking his dick so wonderfully, finally obeying him like you were fucking supposed to. One of his hands finds its way to your throat and now, not only is he murdering you with his dick, but now he’s choking you too and there’s no other way you’ve ever wanted to die but thisthisthis, this is why you were so bratty today.

You needed a brute fucking like this that you would feel for a couple of days, that you would feel every time you breathed and had a 99.9% chance of getting you pregnant. You cum so hard, you see stars.

Your mouth just falls open as you cum, and you wanna gasp, but N’jadaka’s hand is too tight around your throat. A wheezed yelp leaves you when his hand comes down and smacks your ass when your walls tighten around him so much, he’s barley able to move. Veins in his neck pop out as he nearly passes out with how fucking tight you are around him.

“Good girl. It’s not over though.” He pants, still fucking you with brute strength.

Tears fill your eyes and your hand comes up from the sheets and claws unto N’jadaka’s around your neck. He loosens his grip slightly so you can breathe and you inhale sharply, what sound like a broken sob leaving you. N’jadaka groans as he continues to fuck you through the throes of your orgasm and your legs have never shook this much. You’re not sure if you’ll ever walk again. Sounds that you’ve never made before leave you and he continues to slam into you.

“Daddyyyyy!” You cry when you feel another orgasm building and something unexpected makes you go over the cliff into another harrowing orgasm.

Erik has never smacked you in bed before, not on the face. If anyone would have asked you, you would have laughed at them and said even though you were a nasty vile creature of sin who wanted this man to do terrible things to you, smacking didn’t seem to be one of them. Well, you were wrong as hell. The sheer humiliation from him smacking you, the sting in your cheek, the sound of his skin hitting yours, that sends you over the ledge and you have the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. A loud, drawn out ‘fuck’ leaves you and you’re sobbing loudly again.

“Oh my God, Y/n.” N’jadaka hears himself whisper as he watches you squirt, his dick feeling the way you squeeze around him, dripping like ripe fruit as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands leave their stations and swoop down to his stomach where you start to attempt pushing him away.

“Can’t. Can’t. Please Daddy!” That’s all you can manage to say as he continues to thrust into you, and you mentally curse at this mans stamina.

“Hold on baby. Little more.” He answers, and from the way his voice is shaking and his hips are stuttering, he’s gonna cum any second now.

Thing is, you don’t have any second. If he doesn’t stop now, you’re gonna cum again, and you’re almost certain your heart will stop this time. You see it’s no use though. Your eyes flutter open again and then you see his face.

This man is the devil. He has a slight smirk on his lips and then you realize. This is it. This is your punishment. His plan is to make you cum again.

“N’jadaka, fuck! - hate you so much - oh goood!” You wail when his hand comes down and starts to rub hard circles into your engorged clit.

“You bouta be a good girl for a while after this. No more bratty shit.” He pants, using the last of his strength to pound into you, his dick pushing deeper than you’ve ever imagined, hitting that one spot that has your toes curling and your blood running hot.

It only takes half a dozen more thrusts like that and your screaming for god himself. Your hands fly up and are in his hair as you cry out over and over again. His head fits into the crook of your neck as he cums hard with a moan, hips stuttering as he fucks you both through your orgasm. The mess between your thighs is disgusting, just the way you both love it, and the kiss that follows it is equal in taste. All teeth and tongue, unholy in every aspect. He grinds his hips into you a few more times, enjoying your gasps and the way your hands tighten in his hair.

“M’sorry for everything baby.” You whisper as he kisses on your neck, suckling your salty skin.

“It’s okay baby girl. I love you.” He answers against your skin, the gentle-ish giant you know he is seeping into his voice.

His hips continue to undulate against yours and your thighs don’t even burn anymore, grown accustom to being spread for him to lay between. Your feet rest on the bed now.

“I love you too.” You reply, a smile sliding unto your face at everything he is. Your smile falters slightly when a moan leaves you as he grinds in a certain angle that catches against your clit.

“I need a second Daka.” You whine, going to pull away from him.

He smiles and nods and suddenly your flipped over and getting a massage. You roll your eyes and smile.

“I said a second. Not foreplay.” You say, voice muffled by the sheets.

He laughs and continues. “What ever do you mean?” He asks, playing dumb.

You giggle and relax into the massage as his fingers dig into every tense, wound up muscle. You know it’s just a matter of time before he gets off topic. His hands feels wonderful. They dig into your upper back, rubbing away all knots, then to your mid back, gently pressing and releasing, then lower again to your lower back where they rub and dig, banishing all tense muscles. Then they dip lower, rubbing, and lower, caressing, and lower, grabbing, and lower, gripping, and lower and oh… there we go.

~~~

Yaaaalllll, what is wrong with me? How will I ever have kids, knowing their birth was a product of my disgusting ass having an impregnation kink? Like “honey, I’m glad you were born and all, but that’s because your daddy and I like playing with cum.” IMAGINE. Whew chile, the thought of it.

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed this. Took me like three days. Oof.

Drop lots of comments if you liked it and share with me what some of your kinks are. I’m dying to know.

Xoxo, Dove 🕊

Drive me Insane

Description x Warning

This is basically porn without plot tbh.

(Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Crying, Daddy!kink, Light Bondage, Just filth.)

A wail leaves your lips as Erik’s palm rises up and spanks your ass for the umpteenth time. The sting of his palm makes you quiver, and the slow, deep thrusts that follow make sobs come out of your mouth. Your fingers clench uselessly as their held in Erik’s grip against your back. You squeal as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, then the begging starts up again.

“Fuck, please Erik- Ow! Shit! Daddy! I meant Daddy! Ah fuck!” You yelp into the sheets as he starts to fuck you harder, his speed picking up.

“You just don’t fucking learn. Already got me tight from earlier on and you still making these silly ass mistakes? Aight then.” He growls into your ear before leaning up.

You whimper, knowing what’s coming, but nothing prepares you for the moment his hand wraps around your neck from behind. Youre yanked up, back against his chest, then he’s fucking into you like a beast. Your mouth falls open at the sensation of his heavy, thick cock pushing its way in and out of your sore pussy. He lets go of your hand and the now free hand comes up to fondle with your swollen nipples, and a high pitched whine leaves you with every thrust he gives your willing body.

“Shit! Yes Daddy.” You mumble as he chokes you, playing your body like a fiddle.

A sexy ass grunt leaves him every time he pushes into you, and every once in a while, he mumbles his appreciation of how fucking tight you are for him and how much you love his dick. You nod vigorously in appreciation, tears starting to leak from your eyes. Soon, his hand slips down from your breasts and down to your clit where he starts to rub tight circles. Your eyes widen and your legs immediately start to try to shut close, your cunt too sensitive after already cumming 3 times. He’s not having it.

“Don’t fucking fight me Y/n.” He says, his palm rising up and smacking against your clit. A scream leaves you at the sweet burst of pain he afflicts, and your hands move forward to cover yourself. The moment you do it, you know your mistake.

The thrusts stop, and Erik lets go of you, making you go down, slumping against the bed. You open your mouth to apologize, but that’s interrupted by a yelp when Erik suddenly flips you over into your back.

You shrink into the sheets as much as you can when you catch sight of the glare he’s giving you.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” You apologize immediately, hands fidgeting, not knowing where to go.

“Hands above your head.” He states simply, but you know you ain’t got a choice. You obey and wait for his next instructions. They don’t come, but the cuffs he had placed on the nightstand incase you forgot how to act were grabbed and now restrained you to the bed.

“Now tell me baby, who’s pussy is this?” He asks, his strong hands splaying against your thighs gently, pushing them up to your chest.

You shudder in embarrassment at the way he’s stares down at your dripping sex like a meal. Holding back the urge to shut your legs, you whimper and answer him.

“Yours Daddy.”

He nods in satisfaction with your answer, then his eyes move up to yours and you see the irritation in them.

“Then why the fuck you keep trying to keep what’s mine away from me, huh?” He growls, his fingers suddenly coming out of no where and pinching at your clit.

You let out a yelp and a broken sob as he soothes the pain by rubbing vigorously at your swollen clit. Your legs shake as they struggle to hold their position.

“Daddy fuck! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” You pleas as the sensations he’s inflicting against your body become too much. Tears sting your eyes as they flow out of them.

“Yeah, you right. You won’t.” He replies with a devious smirk, then he pushes into you.

Your mouth falls open as gasps leave you with every thrust. He gives you no time to adjust, promptly fucking you with punishing force. You’re guaranteed to be bruised and sore as hell after this. Erik smirks at the sight of you going out of your mind under him, and with a groan, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and starts to fuck you even harder.

This new position has you screaming his name shamelessly with every thrust, begging for more at the same time as you beg for mercy. With every thrust of his cock into your dripping cunt, a squelch is heard, and his pelvis grinds into your clit, driving you mad with pleasure. Your legs start to shake as you feel another orgasm approach.

“Fuck! Daddy, can I cum?!” You ask, your chest heaving as you feel what feels like a tornado of completion heading your way.

Erik’s hand wraps around your throat in reply, choking the shit out of you. You struggle to breathe as he continues to plow you into the mattress over and over again.

“No. Hold that shit.” He growls as he feels his orgasm approaching too.

A choked sob escapes you at his reply and you tug restlessly at your cuffs, begging and pleading for him to let you cum. He ignores you and moves his other hand down to rub at your throbbing clit. A shriek leaves you at the sensation and your back arches in an effort not to cum.

“Please! Fuck! Daddy!” You screech, as you feel yourself right on the brink of loosing control.

Half a dozen heavy thrusts answer you, then you hear what you’ve been dying to hear all along.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me.” He grunts.

You nearly black out as you cum, legs shaking like leaves over his shoulders. Your whole body convulses under Erik as he continues to thrust in and out of you, ignoring your whines of overstimulation. Finally, he cums inside you with a cry of your name, fucking you through his and your orgasm, your clenching walls milking him for all he’s got.

Erik pulls out of you with a sigh, letting your legs fall back down to the bed. You lay shuddering every couple of seconds. Erik smirks down at you and leans down, planting a kiss on your lips.

“You good baby?” He asks, moving off the bed.

You nod, still unable to speak. Erik disappears to the bathroom for a split second, then comes back with a damp washcloth which he uses to wipe away any and all remains of the events that just took place. When he’s done, you gingerly shuffle your way off the bed.

“Where you think you’re going?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

You turn and glare at him. “To take a shower. Nigga, I’m sore.” You whine, limping to the bathroom.

You hear him laugh behind you and you roll your eyes.

“Love you princess.”

“Love you too.”

Spoiled Brat

I. Have. Never written something as nasty as this. I’m so proud of myself, but at the same time, I gotta go say 10 Hail Marys. The reader is black.

Description:

N’jadaka gets a little fed up with your attitude and tbh bitch, your ass shoulda known better than to be a whole ass brat. Punishment ensues.

(So many warnings man, Filth, Impregnation kink, Choking, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Lots of crying, Brat Taming tbh, Spanking if you squint, Humiliation, Punishment, Squirting, Daddy kink, MeanDaddy!N’jadaka, BrattySub!Reader, Black!reader, I’m going to hell, see y’all there.)

N’jadaka had been patient.

When he woke up this morning, you hadn’t been next to him. Matter fact, you weren’t even home. For some strange reason, without letting him know, you’d taken an early shift at work without letting him know before hand, leaving him worried as hell.

When you came home later on that afternoon, you hadn’t said a word of apology to him, but he made sure his body language showed that he was upset. Being the forgiving guy he was (yeah right), he gave up on the body language shit and started acting like normal.

The straw that broke the camels back though was when you were both watching a movie that evening. Your phone kept going off and whoever was texting you seemed to be funny as fuck cus they’d have you cheesing every time you picked up the device. Erik couldn’t help but be irritated, but once again, he decided not to say nothing. Instead, he slyly tried to get you to put the phone down.

“Baby, the light is bothering me every time you open that. You mind?” He asks sweetly, still watching the tv.

You glance at him at the corner of your eye and glare. “Um, yeah I mind. Close ya eyes if you’re bothered.” You reply then continue texting away.

N’jadaka goes silent. You don’t even see his hand come up till your phone is knocked outta your hand unto the couch. You turn you head to look at him, mouth agape.

“What the fuck?” You ask, picking up your phone.

“Put that shit down ‘fore I break it, Y/n.” He states, and you can see he’s not playing but you’re so irritated, you don’t care.

“Nigga no. It’s my fucking phone and guess what? You not my father.” You spit before getting up and stalking to the kitchen where you lean against the counter and text who you were texting.

Second later, N’jadaka is up and after you. You see him coming at the corner of your eye and move to get away, but you’re too late. Your phone is snatched out of your hand, and just as you open your mouth to protest, Erik’s other hand is at your throat, choking the hell outta you.

You sputter and your hand immediately goes to his arm, grabbing at it as you’re forced to go on your tiptoes to breathe. A wheezing gasp leaves you as he jerks you towards him, uncaring of how you struggle to breathe. His eyes are dark with anger and even though you know any girl in their right mind would be scared shitless, your body betrays that and you’re slightly turned on. Mostly angry, but slightly turned on.

“See, I don’t know what happened to make you such a bitch today, but I really don’t care no more. You been rude as fuck to me for no reason and I’ve been nothing but nice to your bratty ass.” He tells you as he slowly back you against the kitchen counter. His face is an inch away, so you not only hear every word, but he makes sure you feel it.

“You had me worried as hell this morning, and even after I called you at work a dozen fucking times, I didn’t get an apology or nothing. Now in the living room, you wanna be texting somebody and giggling and shit, knowing how I fucking get. Wanna be disrespectful when I nicely ask your ass to put the fucking phone down. Fuck that shit. You said I’m not your father, okay. But who the fuck am I?” He declares.

You choke helplessly around his palm on your throat, unshed tears swelling in your eyes. You smack at his arm, unable to answer. He loosens his grip and you inhale a gust of air so sharp, it’s like a razor against your senses. You blink as your finally able to breathe even though it’s through a constricted airway whistling oxygen into your deprived lungs.

“D-Daddy.” You gasp answering him, shuddering as his other hand that has now dropped your phone next to you on the counter slithers into your loose sweatpants and between your thighs.

A moan leaves you as his fingers start to move against your cloth covered mound, your legs shaking as pleasure courses through you. His head moves close and you whimper as his teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, then soothe the pain by suckling on it. His fingers move up then slip into your panties and a shuddering gasp leaves your lips when suddenly, two of his fingers sink into you.

“That’s right, I’m Daddy. Say it again. Who the fuck am I?” He growls, his fingers moving faster, every ridge and knuckle rubbing your sensitive insides.

Your legs shake and a broken sob leaves your lips. “Daddy! Daddy please, can I cum?” You start to beg, voice shaking in tune with your knees.

His lips are on your jaw now, kissing and biting on your skin, his fingers around your throat experimentally flexing tighter and looser, leaving you a mess as the lack of oxygen combines with the immense pleasure he’s causing down below.

He smirks against your skin. “Cum? Already?” He asks in a mocking tone.

Another sob leaves you as your hands that were around his arm on your neck move down to his other arm, gripping it as you grind down unto his fingers.

“Please Daddy! Feels so good! M’sorry for bef - fuck! - for before! Lemme cum Daddy, please!” You plead, moans leaving you as his palm grinds against your clit as he fingers you fast and hard.

“For before? Damn, I can’t remember. Remind me why you should be sorry.” He speaks against your skin, his fingers slowing when he senses that your about to cum.

You whimper and push your hips towards his palm, but his hand tightens around your throat in a warning and you listen, stilling your hips.

“I-I made you worry this morning, then I didn’t apologize. Then I was disrespectful on the couch. I-I’m sorry Daddy.” You whimper, panting as his palm grinds a little harder against you.

“Nah, you not done. Who the fuck was you texting?” He growls against your cheek, and his hand tightens again, making your breath hitch.

You whimper when he loosens his hand and when you open your eyes that you didn’t even know fell closed, his face is right in front of yours and he’s giving you the dirtiest glare you’ve ever seen on him. A shudder goes up your spine and you swallow before you answer.

“T-Tommie.” You whimper, practically begging him with your eyes to keep touching you.

His eyes go steel and his whole aura changes into someone that’s really gon choke ya ass to death if you don’t correct the little mistake it takes you a second to realize you made.

“Tommie the female! ‘IE’, not ‘Y’! The female, daddy.” You quickly correct, not in the mood to play with your life or the male Tommy’s life.

He stares at you for a moment, looking to see if your lying. When he’s satisfied, he gives you a slight smirk.

“You ain’t lying, are you?” He asks, his head cocking slightly to the side.

You shake your head vigorously, thrusting your hips towards his hand with a pleading look. He regards you for a moment, as if looking to see if your lying. He hums in satisfaction and you sob in relief when his fingers sink into you again.

You fingers tighten around his arm as you basically ride his fingers, the lewd sound of your sex squelching as his fingers sink into you over and over again, rubbing against your nerve sparked walls. You increasingly get louder and louder and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but the look N’jadaka gives you lets you know there ain’t no way in hell your gonna stop him from hearing you.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby.” He growls against your jaw, then your yanked away from the counter.

Everything is hazy as your body is sent into this spiral of wanton lust and need, and you don’t even realize your thrown unto the bed until N’jadaka yanks your sweats and panties down in one yank. You hastily yank your shirt off, leaving you completely nude. N’jadaka stares down at you with a carnal gaze that has you creaming. He reaches forward and grabs your legs and suddenly you’re yanked to the bottom of the bed so your bottom is hanging off. He kneels down and your legs are over his shoulders.

A moan leaves you as he bites harshly into your inner thigh, reveling in the way his teeth sink into your plush brown skin. He releases your skin and looks at your dripping pussy, then he moves forward and takes a wide lick. Your whole body shudders at the sensation and your hands find their way to your breasts as your man suckles against your clit. You let out a wail when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nub, sending sparks of euphoria up your spine. Your legs shake as he holds them open, his tongue dipping into you then over your clit over and over again. Your hands swoop down and grab unto his locks as your hips grind into his face. You shudder as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chant as you wail in pleasure.

N’jadaka’s grip on your thigh tightens painfully and you glance down at him, near blind from the tears pooling in your eyes. You see his sharp glare and a gasp of pain leaves you when one of his hands lifts and smacks your thigh.

“Hold that shit. You not cumming till I got this dick in you.” He says, muffled by your lower lips being sucked into his mouth.

Tears build in your eyes as his tongue rolls out and rubs against your clit in what feels like the alphabet, and before you know it, your hands are over your eyes as you sob and beg for mercy, knowing that if you cum without permission, which you’re about to, he’ll be merciless on you, either spanking you till you’re too weak to move away, or fucking you till you’re to weak to move away. Same result, both equally barbaric.

“P-please Daka! Shit! Daddy!” You beg, your hips moving on their own accord now, backing away from him. His head lifts up for a moment and you sigh in relief, but he glares at you.

“Y/n, shut up and let me eat. Try to run again and watch what I do to your ass.” He drops without remorse, then his head is back between your legs and he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a damn pacifier, ignoring the loud wailing above him and the way your legs are shaking like leaves.

Just as you’re sure your body is about to betray you and orgasm, he stops, but you’re loud angry sobbing doesn’t. Usually, when you cry like this, N’jadaka comforts you with a fiercity, pampering your spoiled ass till you forget why you were even crying. But at times like this however, you knew you only had a thin rope you were dangling on till his patience ran out and he really gave you something to cry about, like an ass you couldn’t sit on for a couple of days.

It only takes one dirty look and you control your sobs till you’re hiccuping like a grade schooler, and for a second, N’jadaka feels a little bad. He almost changes his mind and feels like maybe you deserve to cum. But then he remembers the shit your rude ass put him through today and he’s annoyed again and there ain’t no way in hell you’re escaping this punishment.

He leans up and you’re staring at him from between your legs, looking as aggrieved as ever, hands now clenching the sheets. His hand taps your hip as he talks.

“Move up on the bed. Then hold your legs up, against ya chest.” He commands and you obey without complaint, glorifying Bast when you realize he’s about to fuck the sanity out of you.

You feel slightly exposed when he stares down at your dripping folds for a moment too long, a whimper leaving you. His eyes look up and meet yours and he sees the embarrassment on your face as you look away from him. A fond smile slips unto his lips and he crawls unto the bed on his knees, hands bracing your legs up from behind your thighs where your own hands hold them up.

“Y/n, are you really acting shy right now?” He asks, and you can hear the slight humor in his voice.

You don’t answer him, looking anywhere but at him because this damn position, it always gets to you cus he can see everything. He knows what this does to you and you gotta say… you love him for it. You always liked a little humiliation in the bedroom, though you’d never really said it out loud. N’jadaka just knew. He knew you got soaking wet when he called you his bitch or his hoe. He saw the way your pupils would dilate when he told you to open your mouth so he could spit into it. He saw how it drove you crazy when he put you in really exposing positions and did filthy things to you.

A gasp leaves you along with an oh god when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your clit. You’re already so sensitive, so when he starts to rub just the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, in just a few minutes, you’re sweating and whining.

“Daddy, please fuck me. Please.” You plead, panting heavily when this time, the shaft of his cock slowly glides against your clit, every vein and throb being felt.

“Why? You wanna cum baby?” He asks, his own voice shaking slightly because all he wants to do is loose control and fuck you silly.

“Yes please daddy! Make me cum. I’m sorry about before so please lemme cum.” You beg, getting loud with the prospect of cumming looming over you.

“Fine. Soon as I put it in, you can cum. But that don’t mean I’m stopping for nothing. You wanna cum so bad, go ahead, but I’m not stopping till I get my nut.” He states, and then he’s pushing inside you.

Your mouth falls open as N’jadaka splits you open on his dick, every inch sliding into you with ease as your dripping walls accept him with glee, squeezing and pulsating around him. He feels it too by the look of utter bliss on his face. He looks like he’s gonna forget himself any moment and start moaning because damn, how are you so warm- no, hot. Like fucking melting chocolate and it takes a moment for him to not melt into you, but then he takes back control and he’s fucking you with sharp thrusts that leave you breathless.

The two of you maintain eye contact as he fuck you, his hips picking up in speed and force till he’s thrusting into you with jackhammering force that has your nails digging into the backs of your thighs as you make a visible effort not to scream. You know you’re not gonna last long until you cum.

Every thrust sends a filthy sound into the room, his dick forcing your juices out of you as it plunged in and out, pressing into your walls as they squeeze him. A wail leaves you and suddenly, one hand realeases your thigh and is gripping unto the sheets for dear life. Erik’s hand keeps it in place as he pounds into you, making you moan like a two cent whore.

He groans at the sight of you taking his dick so wonderfully, finally obeying him like you were fucking supposed to. One of his hands finds its way to your throat and now, not only is he murdering you with his dick, but now he’s choking you too and there’s no other way you’ve ever wanted to die but thisthisthis, this is why you were so bratty today.

You needed a brute fucking like this that you would feel for a couple of days, that you would feel every time you breathed and had a 99.9% chance of getting you pregnant. You cum so hard, you see stars.

Your mouth just falls open as you cum, and you wanna gasp, but N’jadaka’s hand is too tight around your throat. A wheezed yelp leaves you when his hand comes down and smacks your ass when your walls tighten around him so much, he’s barley able to move. Veins in his neck pop out as he nearly passes out with how fucking tight you are around him.

“Good girl. It’s not over though.” He pants, still fucking you with brute strength.

Tears fill your eyes and your hand comes up from the sheets and claws unto N’jadaka’s around your neck. He loosens his grip slightly so you can breathe and you inhale sharply, what sound like a broken sob leaving you. N’jadaka groans as he continues to fuck you through the throes of your orgasm and your legs have never shook this much. You’re not sure if you’ll ever walk again. Sounds that you’ve never made before leave you and he continues to slam into you.

“Daddyyyyy!” You cry when you feel another orgasm building and something unexpected makes you go over the cliff into another harrowing orgasm.

Erik has never smacked you in bed before, not on the face. If anyone would have asked you, you would have laughed at them and said even though you were a nasty vile creature of sin who wanted this man to do terrible things to you, smacking didn’t seem to be one of them. Well, you were wrong as hell. The sheer humiliation from him smacking you, the sting in your cheek, the sound of his skin hitting yours, that sends you over the ledge and you have the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. A loud, drawn out ‘fuck’ leaves you and you’re sobbing loudly again.

“Oh my God, Y/n.” N’jadaka hears himself whisper as he watches you squirt, his dick feeling the way you squeeze around him, dripping like ripe fruit as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands leave their stations and swoop down to his stomach where you start to attempt pushing him away.

“Can’t. Can’t. Please Daddy!” That’s all you can manage to say as he continues to thrust into you, and you mentally curse at this mans stamina.

“Hold on baby. Little more.” He answers, and from the way his voice is shaking and his hips are stuttering, he’s gonna cum any second now.

Thing is, you don’t have any second. If he doesn’t stop now, you’re gonna cum again, and you’re almost certain your heart will stop this time. You see it’s no use though. Your eyes flutter open again and then you see his face.

This man is the devil. He has a slight smirk on his lips and then you realize. This is it. This is your punishment. His plan is to make you cum again.

“N’jadaka, fuck! - hate you so much - oh goood!” You wail when his hand comes down and starts to rub hard circles into your engorged clit.

“You bouta be a good girl for a while after this. No more bratty shit.” He pants, using the last of his strength to pound into you, his dick pushing deeper than you’ve ever imagined, hitting that one spot that has your toes curling and your blood running hot.

It only takes half a dozen more thrusts like that and your screaming for god himself. Your hands fly up and are in his hair as you cry out over and over again. His head fits into the crook of your neck as he cums hard with a moan, hips stuttering as he fucks you both through your orgasm. The mess between your thighs is disgusting, just the way you both love it, and the kiss that follows it is equal in taste. All teeth and tongue, unholy in every aspect. He grinds his hips into you a few more times, enjoying your gasps and the way your hands tighten in his hair.

“M’sorry for everything baby.” You whisper as he kisses on your neck, suckling your salty skin.

“It’s okay baby girl. I love you.” He answers against your skin, the gentle-ish giant you know he is seeping into his voice.

His hips continue to undulate against yours and your thighs don’t even burn anymore, grown accustom to being spread for him to lay between. Your feet rest on the bed now.

“I love you too.” You reply, a smile sliding unto your face at everything he is. Your smile falters slightly when a moan leaves you as he grinds in a certain angle that catches against your clit.

“I need a second Daka.” You whine, going to pull away from him.

He smiles and nods and suddenly your flipped over and getting a massage. You roll your eyes and smile.

“I said a second. Not foreplay.” You say, voice muffled by the sheets.

He laughs and continues. “What ever do you mean?” He asks, playing dumb.

You giggle and relax into the massage as his fingers dig into every tense, wound up muscle. You know it’s just a matter of time before he gets off topic. His hands feels wonderful. They dig into your upper back, rubbing away all knots, then to your mid back, gently pressing and releasing, then lower again to your lower back where they rub and dig, banishing all tense muscles. Then they dip lower, rubbing, and lower, caressing, and lower, grabbing, and lower, gripping, and lower and oh… there we go.

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Yaaaalllll, what is wrong with me? How will I ever have kids, knowing their birth was a product of my disgusting ass having an impregnation kink? Like “honey, I’m glad you were born and all, but that’s because your daddy and I like playing with cum.” IMAGINE. Whew chile, the thought of it.

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed this. Took me like three days. Oof.

Drop lots of comments if you liked it and share with me what some of your kinks are. I’m dying to know.

Xoxo, Dove 🕊

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‘Caroline’ rapper Aminé using his national television platform effectively

fewer bisexuals who are suave and seductive

more bisexuals who are incredibly awkward around their same-sex crushes b/c they were never taught how to flirt in gay

post cancelled, i’ve been made aware of the fact that none of you messy bi bitches capable of flirting in straight either

You’re completely correct.

Watch:  Chicago woman had some great responses to a white man’s disturbing racist attacks.

The amount of BTS fans that are also in the Killmonger/T’challa Fandom is hilarious.

We know a talented gut rearranger when we see one and we stan. Peace be with y’all.

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*I remade this because the original post was from a deactivated account*