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[writingsbya]

After Dark*

Warning: Sexual themes, stuff your moms would not like you to read, etc.

Length: Eh. Along as “Byronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”**

A/N: This is part two to Teenage Fever. You can read them separately, but it helps to get a little context I suppose.

First. I hope you all are all doing well in the weird and confusing times we find ourselves in right now. I just wish for everyone’s well-being, and I hope you all keep safe. :)

Secondly, I am eternally grateful for the talent and gift that is Chadwick Boseman. Especially for his contribution to Black Panther, as I was able to witness him bring T’Challa to life on screen. He was (and still is!) a true inspiration to many and his legacy will live on.

And finally, thank you @iwrite4poc​ for digging me out of my cave to write this. I hope you like it.

                                                          ——–

Days went by until you made do with your promise and called T’Challa for a second date. Your mind was still reeling from the events that occurred from the last one. Every time you thought about it, you were eventually succumbed to hyper-realistic flashbacks of your time spent in the limo with him. However, they didn’t stop at just looking real — it went beyond that.

For each flashback, it was like you could feel every touch, every kiss, every ​stroke…​

Shaking your head, you try to focus on the menu in front of you. Words were looking out of focus as your mind was somewhere else.

Fuck, focus, bitch. Now, do you want the lasagna or the shrimp scampi?

But it was quite hard to make a choice as the man in front of you looked at you as if you were on the menu. The dark chocolate eyes that belonged to the king soaked up your appearance, shining with a hunger that could not be tamed with food. You remember walking into the restaurant to meet him, all dressed up in your finest dress and shoes.

As he greeted you with a hug, you remember feeling his hand dipping down past your back to squeeze your ass. With his lips close to your ear, he whispered some words that had your legs trembling with need.

“This dress,” he had said. “Is going to be an absolute problem.”

And a problem it was indeed.

Since you sat down, he continued looking at you with an insatiable hunger that he made sure you knew. It continued throughout the dinner, as you made conversation getting to know each other. But any attempt of conversation usually ended with you clenching your thighs together as he would say something relating to the plans he had for you tonight.

When dinner was finished, a waiter came around to ask if you or T’Challa needed anything else before dropping off the bill.

“We also have a dessert special at the moment,” the waiter explains, enthusiastically. “Would you be interested in that?”

At the sound of the word ‘dessert,’ T’Challa smiles and shakes his head.

“No thank you,” he says, keeping his eyes trained on you. “I think what I have in front of me is enough.”

The waiter blinks, confused, glancing down at your empty places. But then he catches the tension between you and T’Challa and starts to piece things together.

Flustered, the waiter starts to back away from the table.

“Oh…okay. Let me just….go get that check…” he says before scurrying off.

“He better hurry,” T’Challa says slowly, looking down at his watch. “Or else I will have to fuck you on this table.”

You gulp, squeezing your thighs together once again, silently wishing for the waiter to hurry up.

                                                          ——–

T’Challa’s house was big.

Aside from your shoes that were abandoned near the front door, unique furniture and decorations dazzled the interior, looking worth more than a small island. You look around at everything, gobsmacked, as T’Challa led you to his staircase to take you up to his room. The ascent up the stairs was slow, but the sexual tension between you and the king continued to thicken as lustful looks and thoughts were shared. Reaching the last step, T’Challa abruptly stops. Confused at the sudden movement, you look at him ready to ask what was wrong.

But before you can open your mouth to say anything, the king wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you effortlessly to carry you over his shoulder.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask incredulously, laughing.

You gasp, as your question was answered with a sharp slap on your ass.

“Rushing my order,” He says, moving towards a room. “Dessert is taking too long.”

As he enters the room, you notice how it was dimly lit by a nearby lamp on his nightstand. Barely able to soak in your new surroundings, T’Challa places you on his bed gently before moving to softly place a kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, he eyes you intensely, starting at your face and slowly dragging his eyes down your body, making sure to trace every curve that comes in his path.  

“This dress,” he says, nipping at your shoulder. “Makes me want to do bad things.”

“How bad?” you ask, breathless.

He nips at your earlobe, moving his lips down to your neck. His lips trace down to the curve of your breasts, where he places a kiss on each one that peeked from the neckline of your dress. Each kiss was soft and teasing as he continued down, stopping at the hem of your dress.

He pushes the dress up, bunching it up around your hips and exposing the lace panties you wore exclusively for him. Glancing at the panties, he hooks a finger around the sides and slowly pulls it down, revealing your dripping sex. Taking a finger, he slowly rubs it against your wetness, making sure to hit the swollen nub right above your opening.

A moan is released from your throat and he looks at you, his dark eyes swirling with lust.

“Very bad things.” He responds, rubbing your clit in circular motions. “But first I gotta see if you taste just as good as the first day I saw you.”

Your body tingles in anticipation as you watch him spread your thighs open.

Wide-open for him, he dips his head towards your increasingly wet folds, kissing your pussy gently before teasingly flicking his tongue towards your clit. Moaning, you try to move your hips closer to his inviting mouth as he sucks at your clit, rubbing one of his thick fingers at your entrance. He rubs it against your sensitive lips, eventually slipping it inside your wetness, pushing it in and out. Biting your lip, you squeeze your breast, tweaking the hardened nubs as you soak in the sensations that you were feeling. You could feel him moan against your clit, which shot vibrations that you felt at your core.

“Mmm,” you hear him say, muffled by his occupied mouth. “Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

Your legs begin to convulse as your climax hits you hard like a sudden wave. Your pussy became increasingly sensitive as T’Challa lapped at the juices that leaked out, making sure to hit your clit with each flick. You cry out, your legs closing up, unable to handle more. But T’Challa used his hands to keep them wide apart, evidently not done with you. Unable to take it anymore, you push his head back, breathing heavily. Throwing your head against the bed, you close your eyes, taking a couple minutes to breathe. When you open your eyes you look at T’Challa, who remained between your thighs, slowly licked the juices that glistened around his lips.

“Just as good as I remember.” He says. Lifting his fingers to your face, he places one that glistened with your juices at your lips. “Taste yourself.”

As your mouth wraps around his finger, he watches you suck it deeply, thoroughly licking the sides and savoring the taste of yourself.

You release his finger with a pop, licking your lips and anticipating his next move.

You needed him so bad.

Your pussy dripped with need, a hunger that continued to grow as time passed. Sitting up, you reach for his belt loops, hooking your fingers around them and pulling him toward you. Leaning back, you rotate your hips, grinding your wet pussy against the hard outline of his dick. You could hear T’Challa suck in a breath, gripping your hips tightly.

“Mm, you feel that baby,” you moan, still grinding on him. “Come fuck me.”

With that said, he quickly unbuckles his pants, pushing them down to pool around his legs. Stepping out of the clothes, he removes his underwear, revealing his length and hardness. Running a hand up and down along his shaft, he positions himself between your thighs and rubs the tip against you, making sure to hit the right buttons to make you growingly anticipate his entrance. When he finally dips inside, you gasp, trying to adjust to his length. He entered you slowly at first, giving you a chance to feel each inch stretch you open as if it was the first time. You feel him pull out before slamming into you, kissing you sloppily. Your tongues wrestle against each other before calling a truce as you both come up for air, moaning loudly at the feel of each other.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, continuing to dip in and out of you, hitting deep places. “So fucking tight.” Barely able to reply, you clench around him, causing him to growl and increase his speed.

The sound of kissing, moaning, and the slapping of skin was all that could be heard in the room as T’Challa continued ramming into you, your legs wrapped around him to keep him close. Your arms were around him, your nails gripping onto his back as he brought you closer and closer to your release. He kept on hitting your deepest spots and his fingers found your clit, rubbing it repeatedly. It wasn’t long until your legs started to tremble again as your hips began to buck up and your pussy began to spasm around his girth. You pull him tighter to you as he continues to move in and out before slamming into one more time, groaning as he reaches his own climax, releasing himself into you.

Completely spent, he kisses you deeply before lying on your chest.

                                                           ——–

After a few minutes to catch your breath, you gently stroke his hair, admiring the curls.

“How was dessert?” you ask, gently tugging on curl and releasing it to watch it bounce back in place.

“I’d have to say I really enjoyed it.”

At the sound of that, you could feel T’Challa grin against your chest. He moves his head to where he can look you in the eyes. A wolfish smile graced his face with eyes darkening as he continued to peer deep in your eyes. You shiver at the sight; you could only imagine what kind of dirty dark thoughts that the king is thinking.

“Well I enjoyed dessert, but who said one round of it was enough?”

                                                          ——–

A/N: Well. You know the routine, heauxs. Grab that holy water asap.

*After Dark is a Drake song. Listen to it here:

**For those who never watched Madea’s Big Happy Family:

[byebyebyesposts-deactivated2023]

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS FOR ME CAUSE YOU GOT ME READY TO BUST IT OPEN EARLY THIS MORNING. 😭😭😭

GUUUURL, if T’Challa was talking to me like that then he would’ve got his wish and I would’ve popped this kitty for him right on that damn table. 💀

We need more of your amazing work on here! 🥺

Thank you again, girl. I LOVED it. 🥰💕

@writingsbyash

[writingsbya]

LMFAOOO not bust it open 💀 no problem girl!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[writingsbya]

After Dark*

Warning: Sexual themes, stuff your moms would not like you to read, etc.

Length: Eh. Along as “Byronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”**

A/N: This is part two to Teenage Fever. You can read them separately, but it helps to get a little context I suppose.

First. I hope you all are all doing well in the weird and confusing times we find ourselves in right now. I just wish for everyone’s well-being, and I hope you all keep safe. :)

Secondly, I am eternally grateful for the talent and gift that is Chadwick Boseman. Especially for his contribution to Black Panther, as I was able to witness him bring T’Challa to life on screen. He was (and still is!) a true inspiration to many and his legacy will live on.

And finally, thank you @iwrite4poc​ for digging me out of my cave to write this. I hope you like it.

                                                          --------

Days went by until you made do with your promise and called T’Challa for a second date. Your mind was still reeling from the events that occurred from the last one. Every time you thought about it, you were eventually succumbed to hyper-realistic flashbacks of your time spent in the limo with him. However, they didn’t stop at just looking real — it went beyond that.

For each flashback, it was like you could feel every touch, every kiss, every ​stroke...​

Shaking your head, you try to focus on the menu in front of you. Words were looking out of focus as your mind was somewhere else.

Fuck, focus, bitch. Now, do you want the lasagna or the shrimp scampi?

But it was quite hard to make a choice as the man in front of you looked at you as if you were on the menu. The dark chocolate eyes that belonged to the king soaked up your appearance, shining with a hunger that could not be tamed with food. You remember walking into the restaurant to meet him, all dressed up in your finest dress and shoes.

As he greeted you with a hug, you remember feeling his hand dipping down past your back to squeeze your ass. With his lips close to your ear, he whispered some words that had your legs trembling with need.

“This dress,” he had said. “Is going to be an absolute problem.”

And a problem it was indeed.

Since you sat down, he continued looking at you with an insatiable hunger that he made sure you knew. It continued throughout the dinner, as you made conversation getting to know each other. But any attempt of conversation usually ended with you clenching your thighs together as he would say something relating to the plans he had for you tonight.

When dinner was finished, a waiter came around to ask if you or T’Challa needed anything else before dropping off the bill.

“We also have a dessert special at the moment,” the waiter explains, enthusiastically. “Would you be interested in that?”

At the sound of the word ‘dessert,’ T’Challa smiles and shakes his head.

“No thank you,” he says, keeping his eyes trained on you. “I think what I have in front of me is enough.”

The waiter blinks, confused, glancing down at your empty places. But then he catches the tension between you and T’Challa and starts to piece things together.

Flustered, the waiter starts to back away from the table.

“Oh...okay. Let me just....go get that check...” he says before scurrying off.

“He better hurry,” T’Challa says slowly, looking down at his watch. “Or else I will have to fuck you on this table.”

You gulp, squeezing your thighs together once again, silently wishing for the waiter to hurry up.

                                                          --------

T’Challa’s house was big.

Aside from your shoes that were abandoned near the front door, unique furniture and decorations dazzled the interior, looking worth more than a small island. You look around at everything, gobsmacked, as T’Challa led you to his staircase to take you up to his room. The ascent up the stairs was slow, but the sexual tension between you and the king continued to thicken as lustful looks and thoughts were shared. Reaching the last step, T’Challa abruptly stops. Confused at the sudden movement, you look at him ready to ask what was wrong.

But before you can open your mouth to say anything, the king wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you effortlessly to carry you over his shoulder.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask incredulously, laughing.

You gasp, as your question was answered with a sharp slap on your ass.

“Rushing my order,” He says, moving towards a room. “Dessert is taking too long.”

As he enters the room, you notice how it was dimly lit by a nearby lamp on his nightstand. Barely able to soak in your new surroundings, T’Challa places you on his bed gently before moving to softly place a kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, he eyes you intensely, starting at your face and slowly dragging his eyes down your body, making sure to trace every curve that comes in his path.  

“This dress,” he says, nipping at your shoulder. “Makes me want to do bad things.”

“How bad?” you ask, breathless.

He nips at your earlobe, moving his lips down to your neck. His lips trace down to the curve of your breasts, where he places a kiss on each one that peeked from the neckline of your dress. Each kiss was soft and teasing as he continued down, stopping at the hem of your dress.

He pushes the dress up, bunching it up around your hips and exposing the lace panties you wore exclusively for him. Glancing at the panties, he hooks a finger around the sides and slowly pulls it down, revealing your dripping sex. Taking a finger, he slowly rubs it against your wetness, making sure to hit the swollen nub right above your opening.

A moan is released from your throat and he looks at you, his dark eyes swirling with lust.

“Very bad things.” He responds, rubbing your clit in circular motions. “But first I gotta see if you taste just as good as the first day I saw you.”

Your body tingles in anticipation as you watch him spread your thighs open.

Wide-open for him, he dips his head towards your increasingly wet folds, kissing your pussy gently before teasingly flicking his tongue towards your clit. Moaning, you try to move your hips closer to his inviting mouth as he sucks at your clit, rubbing one of his thick fingers at your entrance. He rubs it against your sensitive lips, eventually slipping it inside your wetness, pushing it in and out. Biting your lip, you squeeze your breast, tweaking the hardened nubs as you soak in the sensations that you were feeling. You could feel him moan against your clit, which shot vibrations that you felt at your core.

“Mmm,” you hear him say, muffled by his occupied mouth. “Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

Your legs begin to convulse as your climax hits you hard like a sudden wave. Your pussy became increasingly sensitive as T’Challa lapped at the juices that leaked out, making sure to hit your clit with each flick. You cry out, your legs closing up, unable to handle more. But T’Challa used his hands to keep them wide apart, evidently not done with you. Unable to take it anymore, you push his head back, breathing heavily. Throwing your head against the bed, you close your eyes, taking a couple minutes to breathe. When you open your eyes you look at T’Challa, who remained between your thighs, slowly licked the juices that glistened around his lips.

“Just as good as I remember.” He says. Lifting his fingers to your face, he places one that glistened with your juices at your lips. “Taste yourself.”

As your mouth wraps around his finger, he watches you suck it deeply, thoroughly licking the sides and savoring the taste of yourself.

You release his finger with a pop, licking your lips and anticipating his next move.

You needed him so bad.

Your pussy dripped with need, a hunger that continued to grow as time passed. Sitting up, you reach for his belt loops, hooking your fingers around them and pulling him toward you. Leaning back, you rotate your hips, grinding your wet pussy against the hard outline of his dick. You could hear T’Challa suck in a breath, gripping your hips tightly.

“Mm, you feel that baby,” you moan, still grinding on him. “Come fuck me.”

With that said, he quickly unbuckles his pants, pushing them down to pool around his legs. Stepping out of the clothes, he removes his underwear, revealing his length and hardness. Running a hand up and down along his shaft, he positions himself between your thighs and rubs the tip against you, making sure to hit the right buttons to make you growingly anticipate his entrance. When he finally dips inside, you gasp, trying to adjust to his length. He entered you slowly at first, giving you a chance to feel each inch stretch you open as if it was the first time. You feel him pull out before slamming into you, kissing you sloppily. Your tongues wrestle against each other before calling a truce as you both come up for air, moaning loudly at the feel of each other.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, continuing to dip in and out of you, hitting deep places. “So fucking tight.” Barely able to reply, you clench around him, causing him to growl and increase his speed.

The sound of kissing, moaning, and the slapping of skin was all that could be heard in the room as T’Challa continued ramming into you, your legs wrapped around him to keep him close. Your arms were around him, your nails gripping onto his back as he brought you closer and closer to your release. He kept on hitting your deepest spots and his fingers found your clit, rubbing it repeatedly. It wasn’t long until your legs started to tremble again as your hips began to buck up and your pussy began to spasm around his girth. You pull him tighter to you as he continues to move in and out before slamming into one more time, groaning as he reaches his own climax, releasing himself into you.

Completely spent, he kisses you deeply before lying on your chest.

                                                           --------

After a few minutes to catch your breath, you gently stroke his hair, admiring the curls.

“How was dessert?” you ask, gently tugging on curl and releasing it to watch it bounce back in place.

“I’d have to say I really enjoyed it.”

At the sound of that, you could feel T’Challa grin against your chest. He moves his head to where he can look you in the eyes. A wolfish smile graced his face with eyes darkening as he continued to peer deep in your eyes. You shiver at the sight; you could only imagine what kind of dirty dark thoughts that the king is thinking.

“Well I enjoyed dessert, but who said one round of it was enough?”

                                                          --------

A/N: Well. You know the routine, heauxs. Grab that holy water asap.

*After Dark is a Drake song. Listen to it here:

**For those who never watched Madea’s Big Happy Family:

[writingsbya]

hey y’all. :)

Wow! I haven’t been on here in a while. To be honest, it really has been school and work causing me to break from my blog for a long ass time.

And I can’t believe you guys are still actively liking my stories! Sjsjsksks. Like wow thank you so much.

I am curious though. Are y’all still interested in getting more stories from me? It doesn’t have to be black panther related btw.

But how are y’all? My inbox is open if y’all wanna talk or ask questions ❤️

Again, thank you so much

Ashley ❤️

[chaneajoyyy]

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*** PLEASE HIT MY LINE CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I MISSING PEOPLE** I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE LEFT AND MANY OF THEM ARE ON WATTPAD AND AO3. ENJOY!!!

[writingsbya]

wow this is so sweet :’) thank you so much!

[msanonny]

Normani / 6LACK - Waves music video

[writingsbya]

678 Triple 9 8212

Prompt: In which you make a phone call and it gets sexy.

Length: As short as Soulja Boy’s Gucci band’s lifespan.

Warnings: Nasty….but it’s not filthy like the others. You won't have to sip holy water or anything. It's pretty tame. I (kinda) promise.

A/N: Part II will be out soon. Love ya.

"You know I miss yo ass."

A smile starts to ripple across your face, baring your pearly whites. Even though it was a simple statement, you could feel your cheeks warm up as if someone had confessed their love for you.  It was something your boyfriend, Erik, could do just from knowing the effect it will have on you. It wasn't just the words that got you feeling that way, it was also his voice. His voice was like hot chocolate -- deeply rich, and smooth -- and every time he spoke, a shiver runs down your spine.

Deeply flattered, you place a hand on your face, covering an eye.

"Boy, if you don't stop."

A deep rumble of laughter comes from Erik, causing your heart to leap. As he was doing (possibly shady) business somewhere in New York, you were left alone in your Los Angeles' apartment, yearning for the simple touch of his hand and most importantly, his dick.

One of the downsides of having your boyfriend so far away is the constant dick withdrawals. There were times were you craved him so much, you couldn't do much about it except look for your handy vibrator from the depths of your drawer.

But you know, it wasn't the same.

You missed him, and despite the fact he was working on himself and building the future he dreams of, he missed you too.

"You know I'm for real," he says. "Especially your pussy. How is she doing for me? Tell her I said hi."

"Dick deprived. Tired of vibrators. Starving." You sighed, picking at your clothes. "You've spoiled me."

Erik laughs again, this time sending a shiver going beyond your spine. You then hear him get up from his seat, to later hear a door shutting close before you hear him sitting back down.

"My poor baby. You miss daddy tryna beat her pussy up?" He coos, his voice dipping lower. "You miss daddy eating you you out?"

"Yes." you squeak out, entirely turned on by what he was saying. You squeeze your legs together as a response to the tingling sensation in your lower region. "Yes I do."

There was a pause from Erik's side of the line.

"Are you -- Are you getting turned on right now?" he questions.

"Does touching myself answer your question?" you say, breathless and needy as you spread your legs open, dipping your hands down to your panties, and pushing them aside to expose your wet pussy. You gently trace around your clit, before touching it and rubbing it in circles.

"I'm doing it right now," you moan, closing your eyes as you think of the times that Erik fucked you so hard, you saw stars.

You could hear Erik curse under his breath as you release another moan, this time thinking about your boyfriend's talented mouth against your soft skin.

"Christ," he says, sucking in a breath. "You tryna kill me here?"

You smile slyly. "Maybe..."

"...or maybe I'm trying get you back home." you continue, biting down on your lip as you trace around your outer lips, teasing and anticipating it for more. You moan, dipping a finger in. "Come beat this pussy up for real daddy."

Erik clears his throat. You smile widely as you knew he finally got to his breaking point. He was probably so turned on, you knew he was probably considering leaving everything behind in New York just to come down to L.A. and fuck your brains out.

Erik eventually sighs. "No can do baby. I got a truckload of work."

You remove the finger in your wet pussy as disappointment seeps in your heart.

"Ugh, that sucks. I was touching myself and everything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Erik says. You could imagine him raising his hands as he said that. "Hold up. Who said that you should stop touching yourself? Rub that pussy for me."

You grin. "I got something better."

"And what's that?" he asks, as you reach over the bed to open your bedside drawer.

"I want you to meet my best friend. He's about to make my pussy feel real good."

"He?" Erik chokes, his words developing a hard edge. "Which best friend is this? You got something to tell me?"

With your vibrator in your hand, you switch it on, bringing it close to the phone for your boyfriend to hear.

"Doesn't he sound amazing?" you purr, staring at the purple wand admiringly.

You hear Erik huff, obviously relieved. "Man, you play too much."

alrighttttt bye for now.

[hellyeahrihannafenty]

dem detailz 

[writingsbya]

Will you write for non mcu characters? I was thinking LaKeith Stanfield or Daniel Kaluuya(not W'Kabi)!

hey girl, hey! :^)

and for sure! 

during my year long (has it been a year??? idk, i’ve been so consumed with things going on) hiatus, i’ve written some stuff. i can’t wait for yall to see. 

btw, sorry for the long wait for this answer. 

[chaneajoyyy]

Can you recommend me some fluff and angst please?

all of @supersizemeplz masterlist for ALL THE FLUFF. check out @black-mcu-imagines for fluff and angst (especially Eyes Watching God will have you ugly crying). check out @dramaqueenamby for angst and fluff but the angst will have you in tears! Check out @amethyst1993 for fluff (there will be smut) and some angst. Check out @nahimjustfeelingit-writes for fluff. Check out @hearteyes-for-killmonger for fluff. Check out @killmoncoochie for fluff and angst. Check out @bribrisback for fluff. Check out @muse-of-mbaku for fluff and angst. Check out @lady-love-and-glitter-roses for fluff and angst. Check out @wakandanblogger for fluff and angst. Check out @wakanda-inspired for fluff with some angst. Check out @oshaia for fluff and angst. Check out @kumkaniudaku for fluff and some angst. Check out @oblivious1olivious for some angst with her Erik story Destined. Check out @whoramilaje for fluff and angst. Check out @bartierbakarimobisson for fluff. Check out @eerythingisshaka for fluff with some angst. Check of @sonofnjobu for fluff and angst. Check of @songficsbyrissi for fluff and angst. Check out @wakandas-vibranium for fluff and angst. Check out @wakanda-4evr for fluff and some angst. Check out @sarcastic-sunshines for fluff and angst. Check out @writingmarvellousimagines for fluff and angst. Check out @writingsbyash for fluff. Check out @plussizeappreciationfics for fluff and angst. Check out @iamrheaspeaks for fluff and angst. Check out @blackgirlimaginesmarvel for fluff. Check out @wawakanda-btch for fluff and angst. Check out @marvellovegalore for fluff and angst. Check out @marvelpotterlove for fluff. Check out @dumbchickwrites for fluff and angst. Check out @another-imaginesblog for fluff and angst. Check out @princesskillmonger for fluff and some angst (with a few stories). Check out @thekompound for fluff and angst. Check out @princessstevens for fluff with some angst. Check out @a1bunni for fluff. Check out @brattywriters-anonymous for fluff with some angst. Check out @erikslulbaby for fluff. Check out @eriksjournal for fluff. Check out @imagine-mbaku for fluff and angst. Check out @katasstrophey for fluff and angst. Check out @avfug for fluff. Check out @wakandamama for fluff. Check out @allhailnjadaka for fluff. Check out @janelledarling for fluff. Check out @destinio1 for fluff and some angst. Check out @vibranium-chakra for fluff. Check out @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers for fluff. Check out @bidibidibombaclaat for fluff. Check out @maleficentcheekbones for fluff and some angst. Check out @babygirlofwakanda for fluff and angst. Check out @vikkidc for fluff and angst. Check out @ljs-writing for fluff and some angst but mostly cute fluff especially with her dadmonger stories! Check out @youreallyshouldtalkmore for fluff and angst. Check out @yaachtynoboat711 for fluff and angst. Check out @dacreskars for fluff with some angst. Check out @cmonkillmonger for fluff and angst. Check out @thickoreo for fluff. Check out @wakandascrystal for fluff and angst. Check out @elixirtchalla for fluff. Check out @captiansaveasmut for fluff and angst. Check out @dynastylnoire for her story Paragone its mostly fluff with some angst. Check out @blackpantherismyish for fluff. Check out @blackpantherimagines for fluff and angst. Check out @hoopshoney for fluff and angst. Check out @drsunshine97 for fluff and angst. Check out Check out @loveeeeandaffection for fluff. Check out @siriuslycollins for fluff and angst. Check out @thadelightfulone for fluff. Check out @thehonorablekingerik for fluff and angst. Check out @great-neckpectations for fluff and angst. Check out @greennightspider for fluff and angst. Come back cause i have more for you. I hope I didn’t overwhelm you tew much!

[writingsbya]

aksjakslds thanks boo!

[writingsbya]

:^)

So a bitch is back. 

Yes, girl, I know -- I can’t believe it too. 

Hold ya applause. 

Life has been hectic, so I don’t have any new goodies to share right now.

However, I am open for any suggestions/requests. 

(It doesn’t have to be just black panther characters btw. it can be other people from the marvel universe lol).

I am working on a fic though.

ps.

happy pride!

pss.

have yall seen beyonce’s apeshit? i’m a crackhead for trap so the queen knew exactly wtf she was doing

ok. bye. <3

[celebsofcolor]

Lupita Nyong'o attends Chopard Secret Night during the 71st annual Cannes Film Festival at Chateau de la Croix des Gardes on May 11, 2018 in Cannes, France.

[writingsbya]

Teenage Fever

Prompt: You meet T’Challa and…aight so boom.

Length: As long as eating a five course meal (2K plus-ish?)

Warnings: Cursing and shit like that. Sexual themes and y’know explicit sex. So if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this. :) 

A/N: So like...this was the T’Challa fic that I didn’t post for a while. Sorry man LOL. I still gotta watch Infinity War. And yes, the title is in reference to the song by Drake. I’ll link it somewhere if you wanna listen. A

And sis....go to church after this.

It was raining heavily. Water droplets bigger than the size of a teardrop hit the concrete rhythmically, creating a soothing sound as you sit in your car. Watching water slide down your windshield, you breathe in and out, trying to calm yourself down. Gripping the steering wheel, you glance outside the window, overlooking the rows of cars parked around you to look at the classy and quaint restaurant before you. From the restaurant's window, people move to and fro, probably guided by one of the waiters to their designated seat. You swallow deeply, knowing that somewhere in that restaurant, a charming and handsome gentleman was waiting patiently, hoping you will show up.  

Looking down at the gold watch on your wrist, you notice that five minutes have passed from waiting in the car. Turning to the seat next to you, you grab the purse sitting prettily on it and rummage through, fumbling for your phone. You grab it, typing in your password and searching through your contacts to call your best friend. A couple rings echo from the speaker, before she actually picks up, immediately diving into commentary before you could.  

"Oh fuck. The date's going bad huh? Did you at least give him a try?" she says, rambling.

"No," you frown. "I haven't even gone in the restaurant yet. I'm nervous as shit bitch. You should have picked an ugly dude. You know I don't do well with fine ass dudes -- who, might I add is a fucking king. Were you going to mention that tidbit before I agreed to this date that you set up?"

The line goes quiet for a few minutes. You could literally imagine your friend's eyes darting back and forth, trying to hold in her laughter.  

"No." she answers breezily. "But that's not the point."

You make a sound in protest, looking at your windshield incredulously as you hold the phone up to your ear.  

"It's not," she emphasizes. You could almost imagine her rolling her eyes. "Like am I right or am I right about this?"

You flick your eyes up to the ceiling. "Bria --"

“Before you finish that," she quickly interjects. "I want you to get in that restaurant, sit yo ass in a chair with King T'Challa, and suck his dick at the end of the night okay? Stop worrying, it's just dick. Okay? Love you."

"Bria --!"

Before you could say something, the line drops. Frustrated, you toss your phone back in your purse. You knew there was no point in calling Bria back. She wasn't going to answer, no matter how many times you called. Cursing under your breath, you grab your purse and umbrella, giving your hair and makeup one last check in the mirror before leaving your car entirely.

"Sorry I'm late." you grin, walking towards the man who was standing up, ready to give you a hug.  

The man, who was currently swallowing you up in a hug, was noticeably tall, with round, expressive brown eyes, smooth medium brown skin that brightened in the dim light, and a broad nose. His full set of lips that complimented his low cut beard around his mouth and jaw were stretched in a smile, showing off his pearly whites.

A date with a handsome and important man was one thing. But seeing him smile? The simple action was able to set your nerves in a frenzy. The King of Wakanda was someone you weren't sure how to act in front of. And it wasn't just because he was attractive. T'Challa oozed of such grace and elegance, you couldn't help but wonder if he was real as you felt so small in his presence. Then again, he eluded the same aura from the picture Bria showed you of him.

Regardless, you thought, it shouldn't be legal to be this attractive.

"No, it's okay," he says, releasing you from the hug. "I'm just glad you're here."

Sitting down on the chair he pulled out for you, you scoot up closer to the table, placing your hands on the menu rested on the surface. T'Challa sits down himself, looking up at you with kind eyes.

“Let’s eat.”

For the most part, dinner went by smoothly.

Conversation flowed smoothly as you ate your food with T’Challa, who you realized was a great conversationalist. There were some things you had in common with him, which fired off words to be rapidly spoken from both sides. Being the charmer he was, you couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him every few minutes. And each time, as cliche as it was, he followed suit, making sure to hold his gaze, only to make you look away with a smile forming on your face. As nerve-wracking as it was, you loved the attention. And it continued like that until the last pieces of food were scraped from the plates and were picked up by the waiters. You rest your hands on the table, resisting the urge to pull them underneath the table and fumble with them. T’Challa watches you amusedly and picks up the bill to look at it before sliding a large sum of money inside. Your eyebrows arch upwards at the sight.

Oh you got it like that zaddy?***

He briefly grins at you smugly before opening his mouth to talk.

"Your friend," he says, his accent rolling through each word like waves. "Bria, right?"  

You nod.

Reaching over to grapple your hand, his eyes trace down from your face to your chest, where part of your breasts were exposed by the sweetheart neckline of your dress. With a gaze so heated, you couldn't help but shudder. The pad of his thumb softly grazes the knuckles of your hand in slow, rhythmic motions.

"I met her at my cousin's basketball game. She and my cousin -- Erik -- are longtime friends from college. She was showing pictures of her friends, and a picture featuring you popped up, peaking my interest. I suppose she noticed, since we're here, at this moment. But that's not the point."

You curiously gaze at him, anticipating for him to go on. With your heart fluttering, you watch him stumble for words.  

"The point is," he finally says, pausing from caressing your hand. His eyes meet yours, shining with lust. "I wish she would have told me how gorgeous you were."  

You swallow, your throat suddenly tight.  

"You wanna get outta here?"  

The expanding grin on his face was all that was needed for you to stand up from your chair so quick, you almost threw it to the ground.

The sound of ragged breathing, accompanied with the roaming of hands on each other's body, was all that could be heard in the back of the limo. The part that separated T'Challa's personal driver from T'Challa was closed, guaranteeing complete privacy. Heavily tinted windows made the vehicle incredibly dark, making it almost impossible to see other objects.

You typically weren't the one to have sex in places that weren’t the bedroom -- it wasn't much of your style. However, the second you entered T'Challa's limo, all rational thinking disappeared immediately. Although all of the romantic advances did start off innocent -- with light, teasing touches and kisses here and there -- it quickly escalated when they became more profound and passionate. T'Challa's light touches soon became more heated and naughty, touching places you wouldn't let men on a first date to even feel. But they were addicting. His big, brown hands found their way to your breasts, gently taking them out of where they hid and into the open. The cool breeze circulating around the limo tease your nipples, making them harden instantly. T'Challa touches them, giving one a quick squeeze, to which you bite your lip down to hold in a sigh.  

"When I saw you enter the restaurant, walking my way," he says, tweaking a nipple. You gasp, meeting his eyes. They were sensually dark, but a spark of excitement was among the mix as he watches your reaction to what he does to you. "I could help but wonder how these would feel against my hands."  

"But," he continues, moving his hands downwards, towards the hem of your dress. He tugs it upward, making it shroud around your thighs and revealing your black, lacy panties. "I really want to find out how you taste."  

You shiver at the sound of his words. He gets to the floor of the limo, kneeling right in front of your tightly closed legs. T'Challa profoundly chuckles and leans forward, running his hands up and down your thighs before spreading them wide open. Hooking a finger on both sides of your panties, he slowly slides it down and removes them, shoving them into his pocket.

Returning his hands on your legs, he kisses the inside of one thigh and continues to trail some upward until he reaches your pussy, where he lays a small kiss before using his tongue to slowly lick its wet slit. You could feel T'Challa groan against you, seemingly enjoying the taste of you on his taste buds as he takes another lick, this time taking the opportunity to flick his tongue on your clit.  

"You taste so good," he says, his words muffled between your thighs, almost drowned out by your moaning. He lifts his head to look at you, and you couldn't help but bite down on your lip. He smiles and dives down back to your pussy, where he flicks his tongue repeatedly on your clit. You could feel yourself clench with need as you attempt to tilt your hips forward for more. But T'Challa pushes you down, using his lips to suck your clit, causing a moan to leave your lips as you tilt your head back against the seat. With one hand on the back of T'Challa's head, you use the other side to squeeze your breast, occasionally taking the time to pinch your nipple.  

As T'Challa sucked on your clit, your moans became louder when he suddenly slips a thick finger between your sopping folds, pushing it in and out. Another groan is let out by T'Challa, and the hand in your breast grips it tighter. Pain radiates around the area, but you didn't care -- it felt too good to care. Returning back to flicking his tongue against your clit, the king enters another finger in your tight pussy, continuing to finger you at a steady pace.

You cry out in pleasure as T'Challa enters a third finger, not even giving you time to relish the second one. The hand your breast quickly moves alongside the one in T'Challa's hair, gripping it tightly. Increasing his pace, the king pushed in deeper, hitting spots that made you near your climax. It was until he sucked on your clit again as his finger moved in and out of you, that you ultimately unraveled, your pussy gushing with its juices.

You clench your eyes shut, cursing aloud.

Aftershocks ran through you as T'Challa's fingers slow down and slowly slide out. Breathing deeply, you open your eyes and watch how the man in front of you places his glistening fingers in his mouth, completely sucking them clean.

"You taste delicious," he says, getting up. Kicking off his expensive shoes, he unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, slipping them down along with his underwear that his beneath them. Your throat dries at the sight of his dick -- long and hard in its brown sheath glory. The tip glistened with precum as he sits next to you, eyeing you intensely.  

"But," he continues, his voice deep, yet soft. "I'm not done. Come here."  

You make your way towards him, and saddle him, feeling the tip of his dick teasing against your opening. T'Challa watches you expectantly, and you slowly slide down on him, savoring the feel of him stretching you, as your hands find its way to his shoulders to steady yourself. You slowly bounce on him, giving him a needy, sloppy kiss on the lips as you increase your speed, moaning.

Words of approval from the king float in the air, mixed with his increasingly loud groans. With his hands at your waist, he moves them behind, hitting an ass cheek, and gripping them tightly. Soon T'Challa meets your pace and uses his hips to slam into you repeatedly, causing you to release a moan so guttural and raw, it echoed in the limo. You suddenly couldn't think clearly as he slammed into you, hitting places so deep you had to grip on his shoulders for support. His mouth latches onto one of your breasts, sucking on them for dear life as the other jiggled. The sound of skin slapping against each other was music to your ears as you reach your high, your legs trembling. You cry out, digging your nails into his skin as he continued.

Shortly after, T'Challa buries his head in the crook of your neck, groaning deeply as he cums in you. You could feel him twitch inside you, each spurt being milked by your pussy as it twitches and clenches around it, lulling the both of you to a euphoric state.  

"This wasn't exactly how this date was supposed to turn out," T'Challa says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he walks you to your car. "Just to let you know."  

You laugh as you near your car, the keys readily in your hand. "I think I know that. But it’s okay. I...enjoyed myself."  

"Really?"  

You peak a glance at him, noticing how his eyes were beginning to darken. Your heart speeds as the images of what happened in the limo flashed in your head.  

"Yes, my king," you reply slyly, walking to the side of the car to open its door. Before you could even do so, T'Challa whirls you around and kisses you sensually on the lips. He thrusts his hips upwards, making you wish that round two was happening as you felt the hard bulge hidden in his pants.  

"Call me," he murmurs. "And I can take you out for dinner, with dessert at my house."  

With a final peck on the lips, he walks away, rendering you speechless.  

A/N: Well...I did say go to church after this.

***If you don’t know, this is a reference from this video with Drake and Nicki

**** Teenage Fever by Drake

[anbanananna]

I screamed when he started singing 😂😂😂😂😂😂

[missbunnynoire-deactivated20190]

A girl invited me to church and than told me to listen to this song. Happy Sunday lol

[curlsandstems]

Nice For What by Drake

[imagine-pocmarvel]

would you rather?

suck a fart out of t’challa’s ass or lick the toejam off of m’baku’s feet?

lets start some shit 💀😂

@brianabreeze @sugargoon @killmoncoochie @wakanda-4evr

[writingsbya]

ashsjsksksk. I know I didn't just read this. 💀💀💀💀

I guess I gotta feast. 👅 Do we get some seasoning for them feet?