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Who's He? || JHS x OC

Pairing: Older Rich Jung Hoseok (28) x RA Nala Coleman (22)

Featuring: RA Jennette Brooks (22) & RA Althea Miller (21)

WC: 2.7k

Context: Jennette and Althea "Thea" catch wind of a new guy in their best friend, Nala's life. They know how reserved Nala can be when she's talking to a new guy. With good intent, the two girls just want to know who the lucky guy is. What's the harm in that? Right?

*edited

Jennette and Althea cleaned up the empty pizza boxes from their residential event that a few students attended. Or at least that's what the girls would write on their report to their boss. Part of their duties as an RA required planning and hosting events for their residents at least once a month.

Althea came up with the idea to have a movie night in the dorm's lobby. In hopes of getting some engagement from residents. The dorm held over 300 students, and no one showed up. Even the pizza was free. Not letting the New York-style cheesy pizza go to waste, the two women chowed down on the pizza.

Jennette rubbed her stomach. "Hi peanut." Althea laughed at the pet name. Jennette gave her food baby.

"Seriously?"

"They were made with cheese and love." The two women walked into the office beside the front desk. They pulled out their own laptop and started doing their individual assignments. The office walls were decorated with safe sex, alcohol poisoning awareness, and anti-drug flyers. Flyers that the RA's were required to create. Jennette, Althea, and Nala were the only female RA's in the dorm. And the only black woman RA's at that. Naturally, the job brought the girls closer together. When you saw one, you knew the other two were nearby. They were three peas in a pod.

"Is Nala coming?"

"I thought so, I knew she was meeting with someone before coming."

"Oh." Althea ears perked up. "Is it someone we know?"

Nala walked alongside a well-dressed man on the other side of the large office window. Completely unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her. She was on her fourth rendezvous with Hoseok. A man she was introduced to at her internship at a Public Relations Firm.

Hoseok had always been kind to Nala since her first day at the firm. He brought her Starbucks whenever he went on a coffee run, invited her to lunch with his co-workers, and offered to walk her to her car late at night. Every gesture was appreciated and got the two talking. Due to her workload, Nala barely had time to sit down and get to know Hoseok outside of her hour lunch break, which unfortunately didn't align with his. So she was spending time with him outside of the office.

Tonight, Nala and Hoseok attended a spoken word session on campus. Nala loved the arts. Especially poetry. When she wasn't working at her internship or fulfilling her RA duties, she wrote her own poems. Many were quite intimate detailing her childhood growing up in a neighborhood stained with gun violence. The most recent poem she wrote was an ode to her older brother who recently passed due to gun violence.

Hoseok on the other hand, was a patron of the arts. His apartment on the Upper West Side had lots of expensive paintings. Collections that would one day be worth millions. Many people judged his exterior, stereotyping him as just another elitist snob. Maybe it was how he dressed that gave others that perception. It often led him being limited in his platonic relationships.

Hence the reason he found Nala to be so refreshing. Someone who had similar interests and could hold a genuine conversation with him. He hoped that there would be plenty more instances down the road for him to get to know her.

"No way that's Nala?" Jennette watched in disbelief. "Look there no space between them." Jennette lifted up a singular blind watching her friend. She was dressed in a casual attire. Dark denim jeans and a light sweatshirt. Her 'Barbie' ponytail is still elegant as ever and holding up in the wind. Jennette watched Nala speak to the man beside her with a smile.

"Tell me! Tell me! What's happening?!" Althea stood behind Jennette, curious as to what their friend was doing.

"I think she's on a date."

"Date?" Althea peaked through another row of blinds. "No way!"

"Yes way!"

"I hope I didn't bore you, with the spoken word. You can be honest and say I did."

Nala and Hoseok stopped in under a street light, which was in perfect viewing for Jennette and Althea.

"I enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks to you."

Nala smiled. She was fearful that poetry would bore Hoseok as it did with her previous dates. Which is why she pushed off the idea until the fourth or fifth hangout.

"Do you write your own poems?"

"Yes, but they aren't any good. Not really of the quality we heard tonight."

"I'm sure your poems are just as good. I would love to hear them." Hoseok had a smile on his face. He didn't really care if the poems were shit or Shakespeare's quality. He didn't want tonight to be the last time that they saw each other.

Nala was blushing; Hoseok was the first person to inquire about hearing her poems. She kept the hobby so close to herself that she felt self-conscious about performing her poems.

"I'll keep that in mind." She twisted her foot.

Nala just looked into Hoseok's eyes. The attraction between them was rising the longer they stared at each other. Although neither really cared at the moment.

"I shouldn't keep you out this late. I'm sure you have an early morning."

Nala didn't want to think about her 8:30 am senior seminar that was a constant fight to stay awake in. Her professor just read off the PowerPoint, so it was a bad start to her Tuesday and Thursday mornings. The only good thing is that once that class ended, she would go to the PR firm and see Hoseok.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And lunch will be on me this time."

"Nonsense. You're in college. Save your money."

"Well, I'm going to buy you a coffee or something. I feel like I owe it to you."

"Don't worry about it. That's what friends are for."

Hoseok felt compelled to throw the word out there. He didn't want to confine himself to the domain of friendship. Not to say that he didn't want to be friends with Nala. He just hoped he didn't shoot himself in the foot. Maybe one day he could invite Nala on a date. Not as friends, but perhaps as potential lovers.

The next morning continued as it usually did. Nala woke up and got dressed for her boring seminar class. Today she was back to her preppy attire. A floral crop top blouse with flared green pants. Tan four-inch pumps to match. Image was everything to Nala. She looked good, she felt good. A few squirts of her favorite spring perfume completed the flowery lotion.

Hoseok J. notification

Nala looked down, seeing Hoseok smiling, standing in line at Dunkin. The line was easily twenty people deep. She shook her head, knowing that he wasn't going to allow her to treat him.

She hearted the picture and made her way to her class. She smiled as she past her freshman residents. Most were a little 'special' in their own right, but were sweet at heart. Many students at the school were first-generation, so many common sense things to her were sincere.

Ten feet away from her dorm, a scrawny man carrying a bouquet of flowers rushed in Nala's direction. She was careful to avoid his path as the bouquet covered in his line of sight.

"Wait are you Nala Coleman?" He spoke breathlessly.

"Whose asking?" The question sounded alot more standoffish than she wanted. It was the few things that she took away growing up. Be cautious identifying yourself to strangers. Who knows what their intention is with that information.

"These are for you. For the prettiest girl on campus. From Mr. Jung Hoe-suck."

The man handed over the flowers. Nala didn't realize how heavier they looked, compared to how effortlessly the man carried them. She didn't even have time to correct the man before he spun on his heels.

Thankfully with her heels, Nala could see over the bouquet and continued her walk to class. An undeniable smile on her face. She caught the attention of several college students, wondering who was behind the sweet gesture.

Two of those people being her good friends.

"Omg! Omg!" Althea cheesed. She started rattling off questions, Nala not even sure were to start. Jennette was too busy reading the note hanging from the plastic wrap.

"Hoseok?"

"Is that the name of the new man in your life?" Althea teased.

"Our life." Jennette corrected.

"He's not my man."

"Not yet." Althea chimed in. "He's clearly shooting his shot."

"An expensive shot. These must have cost two hundred dollars easily. He must be a trust fund kid or something."

"Well he's not in college." The statement caused both girls to jump.

"Wait. Nala, sweetie ... are you sugaring?" Althea whispered the last word, covering her mouth as if she said something scandalous.

"Thea shut up. No I'm not sugaring. And I'm trying get to class, that I'm currently late to."

"Oh who cares. Not like you even enjoy that class anyway." Jennette quipped in.

"This is clearly an emergency." Jennette looked towards Althea. She shrugged in agreement. "Clearly." The girls sandwiched Nala in the middle before walking in the opposite direction of where were seminar class was located.

Deep down, Nala just smiled and willingly walked with her friends.

"Tell us everything now." The girls reached their favorite spot on campus. The Student Union. There was always some tabeling or food promotion occurring in the five-story building. Scents of food always lingered, which is why the girls loved it so much. They sat in the food court-style room, munching on fruit parfait.

"There's not even much to say. He's just a guy at my internship that I hang out with sometimes after work."

"Is that what you were doing last night"

"How'd you know?"

"We watched you." Jennette said casually. Not caring that she admitted to stalking her friend. "Yall were standing in front of the office window."

Nala wanted to smack herself on the forehead.

"I found his Instagram." Thea revealed, leaning over to show Jennette. They swiped their finger, making internal judgments on Hoseok's public page. Nala bit her bottom lip, anxiously wanting to see the Instagram page.

"He's quite handsome, Nala." Jennette decided. "I approve."

"Much better than that computer science dude you crushed on."

"Aht Aht Aht. We promised to never speak of his existence."

"What was name, like Char-"

Like a child, Nala covered her ears. Embarrassment crept up her skin if her friends mentioned the previous man she dated and crushed on. He was six-four three hundred pounds with a full beard. A beard that connected! He had the prettiest hazel eye. He was hot, but, unfortunately was three years Nala's junior. She damn near cried upon learning that the 6'4 hunk was a freshman. She blocked him and hasn't spoken to him since.

"I gotta go if yall are just going to reveal all my secrets." Nala excused herself from the table. She would need to report to her internship in forty minutes anyway. And with how crazy parking can be in the city, she needed to leave now to get good parking.

"Catch yall later."

"Byeeee." Her friends waved goodbye in unison.

Nala found a decent parking spot in the firm's parking garage. She ran on two wheels, trying to catch the slowly closing elevator. Her morning huddle would start in ten minutes and it would take her forever in these heels to go up eleven flights of stairs.

"No-" She squeaked out, cursing internally at the closed silver doors.

"Just it time," Hoseok spoke out from within the elevator. His ring-decored hand, caused the walls of the elevator to separate.

Hoseok handed Nala her go-to Dunkin drink: Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew. Nala hummed, loving the vanilla taste on her tongue.

"Thank you." The elevator closed, carrying the two to the eleventh floor. This was the floor where interns and part-time staff were located. Hoseok who had been with the company for five years was on the twelfth floor, dealing with the more financial and accounting aspects. It was a quiet floor, and not as lively as the floor below.

"I'm treating you to lunch."

"Nala that's not-"

"AND you're going to accept it. No ifs buts about it." Nala gave a stern finger to Hoseok. He put his hands up in a surrender motion. He liked how feisty Nala was acting right now. Did she realize that when she got worked up, she spoke faster? Or that she spoke with her right hand more than her left. Hoseok did.

In five months that Nala had been working at the firm, Hoseok started paying more attention to those working on the eleventh floor. Who was the beauty sporting the ginger-colored cornrows? The whispy baby hairs, to match. And the distinct toffee-brown freckles across the bridge of her nose. Nala stood out on her look alone. The public relations firm was mostly Korean, with a few white and non-Korean workers. Despite not being dark complexion-wise, Nala was the only black woman in the firm.

Hoseok was drawn in by other factors besides her physical features. Her fashion always caught his attention. The preppy, 'old money' aesthetic complimented her well. She always looked put together with a tube of clear lip gloss in her hand. Constantly reapplying a layer throughout the day.

"Hoseok? You with me?" Nala waved her hand in front of his face. She stood out of the elevator with her head slightly cocked to the side. Hoseok realized that the reason the elevator had stopped is that he had yet to push a button for which floor he wanted to go to. So he stood in front of the 11th floor, a little dazed.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment." He pressed the twelfth button, before pulling away his tight button up away from his undershirt. His core temperature rising.

"One o'clock."

"One o'clock," Hoseok confirmed their usual time for lunch. And the elevator door closed.

Jennette Brooks and Althea Miller had officially signed their death certificate. Nala watched her two friends duck behind cars parked on the street. She was currently on a lunch date with Hoseok. She was treating him to a taco truck that she knew sold delicious birria tacos. They were sitting at a picnic table enjoying each other's company (per usual) when she heard Althea's undeniable Louisiana accent. Discreetly looking around, she noticed her friends about fifteen feet from the food truck.

"Nala everything okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're like squeezing all of your toppings out of your taco." The juice from the ground beef was running down Nala's hand.

Now she could hear Jennette's southern twang. The two girls were bickering behind a rustic truck and their voices were only getting louder. "Oh gosh." She wiped her hand with a napkin.

Think. Think. Think.

"What do you think?"

"It's so flavorful. I wish I tried this sooner, but then I would probably go over budget for my eating out budget."

"You are an accountant I'm sure you can manage. That's why they pay you the big bucks."

"Jennette, move your big ass head. I can't see." An electric current shot up Nala's spine. It was hard for her to maintain her smile with Hosoek and plan how she would kill her friends. If they embarrassed her with their foolishness, she would never be able to look at Hoseok again.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything," Nala responded faster than she probably should have.

"A good friend of mine is teaching a Salsa class and offered me a free class. I was wondering if you would like to take the class with me."

"Oh Hoseok I would love too, but I have zero coordination." Nala laughed.

"Did he ask her to dance? Oh god."

"Shut up! They can probably hear you. You're so loud."

Hoseok turned his head in the direction of Jennette and Althea's voices. Confusion was growing on his face. His face said it all.

"Actually, you know what, I would love to take that class with you." Nala stood up, causing Hoseok to pack his food and stand up.

"I'll scoop you up tonight then?"

"It's a date!" She walked shoulder to shoulder with Hoseok, looking behind her to see Jennette and Althea standing at their full height. The flashlight on both phones was on, and they both had a lip curl of the Grinch on their face.

"I. Hate. You. Both." Nala mouthed before giving them the bird and walking away with Hoseok.

Jennette and Althea blew kisses at Nala, smiling and laughing.

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A/N: this may or may not have been me and my friends.

AHHHHHH my first Hobi fic <3

Now...if I made a poem style fic about Izogie, Riri, or Shuri...would y'all want to read it?👀

I'm kind of bad at story fics, so a poem is all I got 😭

So...about this

Y'all might have to wait a while for this...cuz I was gonna make it all lovey dovey cuz that's the type of mood I was in. But the universe seems to think I'm her strongest soldier and I AIN'T 😭😭

So unless y'all want an angsty poem/diary entry about why the reader can't have nare none of the women listed...then y'all gon be waitin💀 I'm sorry😭

Now...if I made a poem style fic about Izogie, Riri, or Shuri...would y'all want to read it?👀

I'm kind of bad at story fics, so a poem is all I got 😭

I have decided....ANGSTY 'WHY I CAN'T HAVE YOU AND THE UNIVERSE IS PLAYING GAMES WITH ME' RIRI WILLIAMS POEM FIC IT IS (mostly because MCU Riri and I are the same age and I don't want to project my current/personal issues onto Izogie and y'all - the readers)

A/N: Alright, y'all, the long-awaited poem is HERE. It took a while because I had finals and needed to prepare for move-out, but I did it!

CW: Reader was written in mind as a Black woman, HOWEVER, given that I didn't mention any pronouns or genitals, this is GENDER NEUTRAL <3

Venus, Have Mercy On Me

Riri Williams x Black!Reader

I like you

I like you a lot.

Whenever I look at you

My world starts to spin

My heart drops into my stomach like a slice of pie.

Your presence gently invades my surroundings, filling up my head with thoughts of you and I.

Your beautiful grin makes my heart stop beating

Again and again.

Your captivating brown eyes pull me in

Making me feel like we're the only ones in the room.

Everytime I hear that beautiful voice of yours

My stomach fills with crickets

The rubbing of their legs making my stomach cramp and churn with anxiety and nerves.

Your smooth skin reflects off the sun like a mirror

Smelling like Shea butter and freshly printed paper.

Your hair is braided into neat cornrows that fall down your back

They sway back and forth when you walk

Reminding me of silk curtains on a canopy bed.

When you walk out the room I grow sad

I'd do almost anything to bask in your reverence for a little bit longer.

At night I pray

I pray to the Roman goddess of love to give me guidance and the courage to talk to you.

I say:

"Venus, have mercy on me"

The end! The title was inspired by Venus Versus Mars by Dreamer Isioma, I recommend their music 👩🏾‍🍳💋. But anyway, I hoped y'all liked it! Have a good evening <3

P.S. can someone please tell me how to center paragraphs on this damn app😭 this format is actually pissing me off so bad 🧍🏾‍♀️

Taglist: @vampzxi @cjariot @riptidezzzz @si-gh-cosis @bellaallebbella1 @unkindn3ss-of-rav3ns @glassdovescene *some of y'all I couldn't tag, apologies*

Purr 🫶🏽

me when I see “black” in an author’s bio knowing i’m finna read and reblog their whole account 💀😭

This is to good lets get the bill puur. BUT YOU WELCOME BOO MWAH

RELAXING HIS NERVES

Paring: Kenshi takahashi x Black!fem!stay at home wife!reader

Rating: NC-17

Plot: you help kenshi relax and unwind

Disklaimer: pure smut, cuddle fucking, kenshi being horny, missionary position,overstimulation, aftercare

Extra: dom!kenshi, sub!reader, pussy drunk!kenshi dom x sub relationship

Author’s note ⌗𝟏: this fic is lowkey self indulgent cuz i couldn’t stop thinking bout kenshi and shit but it’s whatever anyways this is my first fic so i apologize if this is a little bit ass anyways make sure to drink ya water and stay hydrated luv yewwww! Also thank you @flowersforfics cuz you motivated me to make this shit luv you twin🫶🏾💞

divider credits: credits to @aqualogia and @benkeibear for the dividers !

Word kount: 434 words (she a lil short but it’s okay)

You’re wore out and exhausted from all your duties as a stay at home wife. And so was your husband kenshi who was also wore out and exhausted not just mentally but physically. Your poor bodies had went through so much today, despite being tired you and kenshi were extremely horny and desperately needed some relief but your bodies again were fucking wrecked from all the shit yall did.

Which is why yall were currently cuddle fucking, kenshi laying in ontop of you holding and cuddling you while fucking you at a medium pace. Not too fast and not too slow just the right speed for his fat dick to rub and hit your g-spot.

Your poor busty breast were spilling out of your bra due to kenshi’s semi fast and semi slow pace you were on the verge of cumming again. For the second time.

As for kenshi he was enjoying finally fucking your cunt as he had been looking forward to it all day. He wasn’t gonna stop regardless if you had came for the second time because he was extremely pussy drunk.

Feeling your pussy desperately clench on his dick as you grabbed his arm and whined about how you were cumming made him feel amazing.

“Are you gonna cum again?” Kenshi asked as he picked up his pace a little going a tad bit faster than before.

“Mhm..” you responded as your hand clinged on his arm your acrylic nails digging into his skin making him grunt a little bit.

“Good….be a good girl and cum for me” kenshi demanded you could only whine out in response as you cummed all over his dick again. You’d think kenshi would stop then and do aftercare with you like usual nights when yall cuddle fucked or had quickies. But oh were you wrong

Kenshi kept going and going over and over again until you were overstimulated and sensitive to the point where it was very easy for you to just cum. It was a cum ring all over kenshi’s dick and not to mention the fact about how many times he came inside you.

“Can I fuck you one last time baby? Please you just feel so nice…” kenshi muttered as he looked at you with pure love and neediness in his eyes. You let him go again and again until he was overstimulated and sensitive himself and decided to stop and run you a bath and help you shower before yall returned to bed and did aftercare which resulted in both of yall falling asleep in each other’s arms.

꒰ 𖦹⠀ ָ ֺ THE END ✦ ꒱⠀≀ 𓈒 ⠀๑

Author’s note ⌗𝟐: that’s all for the fic hope yall enjoyed ! Again this is my first fic so yeah Ntm on me anyways like I said in the beginning make sure to stay hydrated n drink water type shit and I luv yewww ! Again special thanks to @flowersforfics for motivating me to make this luv yew twin 😻

Send me request for these ppl/charcters and sasuke

My Nono lists read this first

Please im bored and I need motivation to finish these 3 fics

i don’t think i have made it clear in my writing, but I am 9/10 writing with a black reader in mind.

Me being a black woman it’s so fustrating to see y/n fics / headcannons on here trying to be inclusive while forgetting that, blushing (tho possible for some black women) isn’t a common thing for people of darker tones, that you can’t always had someone pull your hair LMFAO or that not everyone has pin straight/ barley wavy hair. Some people have kinky coils, beautiful afros, expensive lace wings that can’t get fucked up💀.

I avoid describing skin and hair in my writing to keep it inclusive. but as a black woman. My target audience has always and will continue to be for black women

ʚɞ𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨! 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Something I thought about and my sleep, waking immediately to write. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

DISCLAIMER:*𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

Summary: Carl wishes he could put he seed inside you so bad.

WARNINGS: panty stealing, Carl being pervy.

Words: 42

Stepbro! Carl, who steals your dirty panties and wraps them around his hardened cock, dragging them along his while you shower. Just to throw them back into your hamper covered in his cum, he so badly wishes he could put inside you.

Taglist: @carlsdarling

Dom fucking you in his dressing room before he goes back out on the stage

𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

warnings[ p in v, smut, swearing, unprotected sex ]

you and Dominic have been together for a little over a couple of months now. yes.. its been in secret, but you've been together non the less. decideding to keep your relationship a secret was the best decision for the both of you, it was also extremely fun.

Sneaking off at party's, meeting up in the bathroom, quickys in closets, you also loved the thrill of almost getting caught, especially when Dominic would try to sneak touches in public and whoever your with sees his hand leaving your thingh. your favorite part is the hurried sex though. like now. Dominic was getting ready for his show, was being the main focus of the sentence.

instead Dom decided to fuck you in his dressing room. no big deal, right? well it wasn't, until you realized what time it is. 'fuck domm you go out in 5 minutes' you moan out as he pounds into you from behind. gripping your hips with force that'll leave prints, his mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

'fuckk, baby I know, just need you' he breathed out while what could be mistaken for a whimper left his lips.

he fucked you so good all the time but something was different about this. not wrong, just different.

for instance, you never struggled to have your feet touch the ground, but here you are feet barley grazing the floor with every thrust, nor had you had vision problems, but everytime he pushes that button your vision fills with white spots that can only be described as stars.

'oh my god I'm gonna cum' you whine. Dominic who was to focused looking at the white ring you created around his cock, paid no attention to what you said. moaning at the way he felt you clenching around him.

'can I cum in you baby?' he questions speeding up his pace. moaning at the delicious feeling of his cock hitting your g spot. 'fuck yes! please need it so bad' you moan out eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck into you.

right as someone knocks on the door.

not being able to hold any longer you hurriedly put your hand over your mouth desperate to stay as quiet as you could cumming around Dominic's cock, triggering his orgasm he thrust hard into you as a stage hand informed him through the door that he needed to go out.

looking down at your fucked out face in the mirror and not caring to rush on stage he lazyly fucked his cum deeper in to you.

'God baby we gotta do this more' he laughs slapping your ass as he pulls out, chuckling at your tired form trying to catch your breath as your legs twitched.

Like fr. If you don’t like something got away. But you stay and complain and it’s soooooo hard to find “x black reader ” on every platform. And when I find one it’s mostly the stereotypes of black. 😐 🙄

If you want to be racist then be racist with your full chest. Stop hiding your anti blackness and misogynoir behind “Ignorance”, claiming you don’t understand the use of Black reader tags.

The reason black writers put “X black reader” isn’t to segregate but INCLUDE because majority of fan fics that have “X reader” are NOT made for all readers. They include tiny descriptions that as a white person you might not notice. But we black fans do.

the blushing

the pulling of straight hair

the easy to bruise skin

It is all very noticeable. So we as black writers use “Black Reader” as a way to create a space for ourselves in the fandom that we all have a right to enjoy.

It is not our jobs to educate you on the very problems that you as readers create. But a lot of us still do.

Writers are leaving and quitting because of the treatment and racism they face for simply wanting to make a space for themselves and for other black women, it is annoying and honestly just sad.

Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭

Hiii~ I'm trying to create more stuff for black readers. Like of black girls getting loved on not just sexually. Like just really soft love, a lil angst a lil fluff, some fun adventures. Just whatever nice for black reader. If anyone can request something that would be really cool. 🥺

Dreaming Of You In Violets | OCs Samantha & Bo

a/n: Samantha and Bo are two characters I made for their original story called Burnt Sugar which is completely different from their new story Dreaming Of You In Violets. I love my babies so much and want to share them here. It's just little snippets of their lives I'll be sharing. In Dreaming Of You In Violets, their book I'm slowly writing. Samantha and Bo go from Strangers to Friends To Lovers. If you want, you can ask me stuff about my OCs. 🥺

Snippet 1: the world moves a little slower when i'm with her.

Samantha

When I'm with Bo, the world moves a little slower when I'm with her. Time slows too. We sit on the back of her trunk in a half-empty Walmart parking lot sharing a cigarette, her fingers brushing mine when she passes it to me. While I smoke a couple of puffs, I stare at her fingers; they are slender, and her nails are short from all the bitting she does, she tries to keep them pretty with dark red nail polish, but she only picks away at the polish. She wore a golden wedding band that belonged to her mother and the initials of her father were tattooed on the side of her index finger. Her parents left her, but she still held little pieces of them close to her.

She rubbed her fingers against her blue denim jeans, and I wondered how her fingers would feel rubbing against me. The pad of her thumb gently pushing against my bottom lip or the soft dragging of her fingertips against my skin, stopping every so often to trace her name in the spots she wants to kiss later. I want to kiss all ten of her fingers. I want to make her face grow warmer.

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I was just re reading the musician eren and model/influencer reader and wanted to know if you were still doing their story or a part 2?

omg idk how long ago this was sent to me but I’m def still working on the story. but since I’m obsessed with this hc all over again, I’m spinning the block on it.

musician Eren with his black influencer wife imagines pt. 1 (how they first met)

cw: fluff mostly, kissing and mentions of alcohol, weed and implied sexual themes

Eren was definitely considered a loner when it came to being in the music industry. Despite having been in it since he was a teen. He was no stranger to the fangirling or the sexualizing and when he was younger, he thought it was funny but now, it annoyed the hell out of him.

because of this, he’d leave his loyal fanbase waiting for months or a year on a new project.

his ass definitely doesn’t use social media like that and when he does, he’s either speaking in riddles or lying for fucking sport just to see people scramble.

regardless of that, he was not only one of the world’s most popular but well versed artists as well. gifted with the ability to sing, rap, play instruments, write and produce..a generational talent for sure.

to him, music was his only love for the longest. he wasn’t interested in dating another pop star or hooking up with random models so the blogs could go tell his business.

that was until he met you..the new age celebrity and the woman who’d change his life!

having being forced into unwillingly doing a club appearance by his agent Mikasa, who’s used to dealing with his annoying, shut-in attitude, tells him he has no other choice or the label will boot his ass out for certain. She also tells him he’ll be co-hosting with you so to be on his best behavior.

he’s a little on the fence because he doesn’t see why you need to be there and how you’d draw out a crowd.

of course, his perception changed when he laid eyes on you for the first time. Instagram photos didn’t do you justice. You were a special type of fine with the prettiest dark skin and a body that most of these girls paid for (but he was shocked to find yours was all natural.)

“….I can’t believe I’m getting to meet THE Eren Jaeger in the flesh. It’s an honor..I’m a huge fan.” Naturally, he thinks you’re just being nice and doesn’t really pay it much attention but as the night goes on, he realizes that you were right.

he performs a couple of songs, both recent and old; ones only his true fans would remember and he’s shocked to look over and see that you not only know every word but we’re shouting the lyrics to the top of your lungs like a fangirl. (and even throwing ass on him couple of his raps, which made him almost forget his own words for a second!)

he’s in disbelief that this beautiful woman, who he figured to be just another industry plant fucks with him this heavily. He didn’t even realize he was still so popular or that you’d even like his music.”

when you get on the mic and not only blow him a kiss but give him his flowers as well, he’s so happy and flattered. Especially when the crowd does the same.

that only becomes more so when the two of you spend the rest of your night, chopping it up in the rented section. you tell him how you’d been a dancer first and then transitioned into a model.

he realized that you both had a lot in common when it came to your stances on the music game. You too preferred to stay out the way and baby, was this man SMITTEN. from your sweet little voice to the way you looked at him, he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

he’s laughing at your jokes and you’re doing the same. You both spot a fan in the crowd, taking pictures and ready to run to the internet with them so like the troll he is, he pretends to kiss you, running a hand up your thigh and plays up the moment. “Let’s give their asses something to tweet about…”

this man starts spitting game too and you can’t believe this is real. you don’t stop him either because this man was so fine and one of your few celebrity crushes.

when he realizes that you’ve done your performances and things are getting heavy between y’all, he’s ready to dip but hoping you’ll tag along so he shoots his shot. He was sick of all his friends clowning him for not being with a girl in nearly two years.

“..it’s getting kinda crowded so I’m ‘bout to head out. What you getting into once you leave? I’d love to keep this conversation going.” nervous as hell when he asks but you’d never know it. Because he’s damn near smooth talked you up outta your clothes (courtesy of. the liquid courage and the weed he smoked).

honestly, it’s not a question and when the two of you ducked off to the back corner of the club, away from prying eyes..you give him your answer.

“I’m with whatever..you just lead the way.” and best believe, the night is only beginning…

PSA 📣

This a blog that writes for BLACK ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. I am a black woman and as a Black woman, I write exclusively for Black original characters, creating narratives that resonate with my experiences and those of my community.

I'm sorry if this comes off as prejudiced or racist or anything else. I am not aiming to exclude ANYBODY. There are some authors on here who write non-POC OC's and they are GREAT.

I'm sorry if this offends any of you..