#kofi siriboe x black!reader

[siribaes]

FEELIN’ IT

KOFI SIRIBOE X blackfem!reader

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Drank In My Cup by Kirko Bangz, Drunk in Love by Beyoncé, Refill by Elle Varner

WARNING: 18+, SMUT, Henny D*ck from Kofi lol, praise kink, semi-rough s*x, unprotected pinv (wrap it up kids)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: beware of typos & mistakes lol, and this one is for my petite girlies (*cough* self-insert) / GIF CREDIT: @tishrivers

Low rumbles of movement awoke Y/N from her sleep. Y/N stirred for a moment as the movements continued, shifting slight in her spot. She cracked one eye room, immediately welcomed by the pitch blackness of the room except the silver of neon light from a side table clock.

2:16 AM.

He’s home.

Y/N yawned as she sat up from her bed. Stretching her arms and legs she flipped the blanket off her, getting up from the bed. Y/N softly padded out of the bedroom and downstairs to the source of the noise.

She could see a shadow stretch from the kitchen and into the hallway. Smiling slightly to herself, Y/N tip toed her way to the kitchen. Her smile grew wider as she saw the culprit behind the noise.

He stood with the fridge partially open, the light illuminating his beautiful angular features. His brows were furrowed, as his coca-cola brown, yet borderline blood shot red eyes scanned the shelves of the refrigerator. Y/N chuckled softly at his expression while he had spoon held in his mouth. Y/N’s eyes traveled to the island where a large bowl filled with ice cream sat. Immediately she knew what he was searching for.

“Kofi,” Y/N spoke aloud. Immediately Kofi turned to her, taking the spoon out of his mouth. A slow syrupy smile grew from his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Bottom left drawer.”

It took a second for the information to sink in, for Kofi in his buzzed haze. It did though, Kofi’s eyes lit up, his smile grew even wider, as he turned back to the fridge. He bent down opening the drawer and pulling out a brown bottle of chocolate sauce.

“You the G.O.A.T., baby,” he murmured as he closed the fridge.

Y/N walked to the island, watching Kofi pour a generous amount of chocolate sauce onto his ice cream. He took a huge spoonful and shoved into his mouth. A groan erupted from him, a dangerous one that should’ve not sent tingles through Y/N body, but did anyway. He had that effect on her always.

“It’s good?” Y/N asked. She lifted herself up and sat on the island counter next to Kofi. She caught huge whiff of the Hennessey he must've been sipping on from earlier on.

“I fucks with this Vegan ice cream heavy,” Kofi proclaimed, pointing his spoon at the bowl.

He took another spoonful as his gaze dipped towards Y/N’s bare legs, it fully registering her sleep attire, a huge Destiny’s Child band t-shirt and short shorts. His eyes traveled back upwards to Y/N’s gaze, a bit more heated than previously.

“You taste better tho,”

“Kofi, don’t start,” Y/N chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. He jokingly cowered and continued to devour his dessert. “How was the club? Y’all have fun?”

He nodded slowly, setting the spoon to the side, and scratched at his beard.

“Yeah. Good vibes. Good music too...Tre was in better spirits since the split," Kofi mused, his eyes slightly danced as he absentmindedly scratched at his beard. He turned towards Y/N peering down at her. Large, calloused hands found themselves at the soft flesh of her legs, the pads of his thumbs rubbed on the tops of her thighs. A warmth bloomed underneath Y/N's skin, while butterflies flew around in her stomach, and dampness pooled in her panties. "You should've been there with me."

A soft moan threatened to escape Y/N's lips, she choked it back before she spoke.

"M-Me? Be responsible for interrupting boys' night, I dunno about that, baby."

Kofi tipped his head to the side, a sly grin bloomed across his lips. A flicker of mischief appeared in his eyes. He stopped rubbing at Y/N's thighs and instead gave them gentle squeeze. Y/N whimpered slightly, causing Kofi's grin to grow even more.

"Maybe it was a good thing, I was bricked up thinkin' about you, anyway," Y/N's eyes slowly trail down, seeing the large print behind his black jeans. Kofi palmed himself and groaned. "You gon' help me, pretty girl."

Y/N nodded quickly, immediately bringing Kofi down to her, crashing her lips against his. Initially, a kiss that was heated and messy, turned slow, and passionate. Kofi's tongue swirled around in her mouth, she tastes the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream and chocolate, with the slight bitterness from the Hennessey. He kissed her so softly and sweetly, that it put Y/N a daze. It was all mere distraction, as Kofi slid his right hand down her shorts curling two fingers inside of Y/N.

"Kofi," Y/N whimpered as Kofi's fingers began to slowly pump in and out of her. "Fuck, baby!"

Kofi peppered kisses on the side of her face, nibbling on the outer shell of her ear.

"I feel you tightin' up, let me see ya pretty ass cum, baby," Kofi drawled, his LA-New Orleans accent slipping through, spurred Y/N even more.

The pleasure began to pulse through her as she felt herself clenching around Kofi's thick fingers.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum baby, fuck!" Y/N mewled.

"Let go, baby. I gotchu," Kofi rasps.

Her orgasm pooled out of her, flooding Kofi's fingers. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before he pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N slightly pouted at the lost of Kofi's touch. He chuckled softly before he sucked on his two fingers, swirling his pink tongue around them.

"Turn around for me," Y/N happily obliged, she quickly discarded her shorts and panties, flinging them to the side. She turned and faced the counter. Y/N stood on her tippy toes, excitement rushed through her as she heard the sounds of Kofi undoing his pants. Y/N almost crumbled as Kofi's rubbed the head of his dick between her soft, wet folds.

"Don't play, Kofi. I need you," Y/N whined, attempting to draw him further inside of her.

Kofi's hand came crashing down on Y/N's ass, it echoed throughout the kitchen. She yelped, slapping her own hands against the marble counter.

"Relax, Y/N" Kofi groaned has he continued to rub himself in her folds. "So fuckin' hard-headed, gimme a minute baby,"

"Sorry, "Y/N moaned quietly.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Y/N's prayers were answered as Kofi finally plunged into her warmth, completely bottoming out before he began to drill into her.

“You feel too good baby," He's deep inside now, with his large hands gripping at Y/N's waist, Kofi continues to grind his dick into her, with rough, sloppy strokes. "Fuck you so tight, all this shit for me?"

Y/N could feel herself gushing at just the tone of his voice. A sweetness managed to cut through all of the hoarseness and lust. It always drove her crazy when he did shit like that. The familiar thrumming of her orgasm, hurdled towards the surface, she squeezed and tightened around him. Kofi moaned at Y/N gripping him.

"You close?" Kofi asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Yes baby, I'm gonna," Y/N's orgasm shot through her before she could finish. She whined and moaned as Kofi continued to fuck her through it.

"You still with me pretty girl?" Kofi rasped in her ear.

“Mhmmm, Kofi, shit!” Y/N babbled, her mind only zeroed in the pleasure between her legs. It was too much trying to keep with Kofi too.

Kofi grabbed a fistful Y/N’s coils bringing her upwards, not all the way, but far enough that she couldn’t use the counter to support herself.

“I said, you still with me pretty girl, hm?”

Y/N nodded. A sharp slap on her ass caused her to whine, a small punishment for not responding. Whether he liked to admit or not, Kofi was a words kinda guy. He loved to hear how he made you feel, even if it was garble of incoherent nonsense, he needed to know that you were there with him, present for it all. Still, the words choked on her tongue. Another slap, harder than the last, had Y/N squirming underneath Kofi. Another slap was soon to follow, but Y/N responded before he could.

“Yessss, baby I’m with you! Fuck meeee!"

"Fuck, I'm about to nut. You gon' take this shit like a good girl, huh?"

"I will baby, fuck, give it to me please!"

Kofi went into overdrive, fucking Y/N wildly. She felt him swell inside of her. His bulbous hammered at her spot, sending her into throws of pleasure, so much so she felt tears prickle in her eyes.

"You so pretty takin' me, fuck I'm cumin'," Kofi groaned as he spilled inside of Y/N. They both shook and moaned together, as Kofi slowly fucked his cum inside of her. He slowly slipped out of her, his breath on Y/N's sweat-slicked skin. Kofi tapped his finger Y/N's waist, signaling her to face him. She turned around only to be greeted by his glistening, cum-dripped, shaft. It was still hard.

"I wanna see that pretty ass face when I cum inside you," He proclaimed, slipping right back inside Y/N, ready for round 2.

[blackelysian]

Where your man at?

Kofi Siriboe x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 997

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Talks of infidelity, unprotected sex, cursing, roleplay

A/N: Its kinda short I knowww this is just a random story idea I had! Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @notapradagurl7 @livebythelovediebythelove @catxo @flydotty @henneseyhoe @novaniskye

Kofi sat back and watched as the brown skin goddess conversed with other people at the bar. She was fine as hell sporting a long black, form fitting slightly mesh dress. You could see the silhouette of her naked body underneath but not too much. He bites his lip at the sight of her. He continued to watch as she casually sipped on a lemon drop not even noticing me. The chocolate man downs the rest of his drink and makes his way over to the beauty. She was so engulfed in her conversation she hadn’t even seen him walk up. 

“Excuse me, beautiful” He said with a grin. She stops talking and turns to face him with a smirk. “ I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but I just had to introduce myself. My name is Kofi.” She looks him up and down with interest. He reaches his hand out for hers. “YN” She replies as he grabs her hand placing a kiss on the back of it, noticing the shiny wedding ring on her left hand. The other person she was talking to excuses themselves and walks away to mingle with the other party guests.

“Your man let you come out the house by yourself like that?” He asks, leaning back to admire her curvy frame up close. 

“He did. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself,” she replies, taking the last sip of her drink before signaling the bartender to make her another one.

“Hmm, I see,” He said. She chuckles.

He instantly became mesmerized by her beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous, I had to come make myself known.” I smirk.

“You're pretty good looking yourself.” She replies with a wink, sipping her drink.

They sat at the bar, talked for a little bit and ordered another round of drinks. As they were finishing up he asked her if she would like to dance which she happily agreed, grabbing his hand dragging him to the dance floor. She turns around, putting her backside against him as she starts to dance. He grabs her left hand and raises it in the air as he lets her continue to push up on me, both of them completely getting into it. The sexual tension was thick.

He leans down into her ear and whispers “ Hmm hubby is not going to like this when he finds out” His hands find her waist. She turns around wrapping her arms around his neck bringing her lips to his ear. “What if he doesn’t..” She says, placing a tender kiss on his ear. He shuddered and turned his head to where their lips were literally just inches apart. 

“Hmm, you goin start something sweetheart…” He cautioned.

“I told you ima big girl..” she whispers back, rubbing the back of his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their lips never leave each other as they make their way into her house. She pulls away, grabbing his hand leading him to her bedroom. Their lips meet again in a heated lip lock. He grabs at her dress gently pulling it up her body and over her head. She wore a black lace thong to match with no bra. His eyes are drawn to her succulent full breasts. He palms both of them in my large hands, massaging them pulling a light moan from her lips. His lips find her neck next, then her shoulders and then in between her breasts. He sucks the left one into his mouth as her hand finds the back of his head. Sweet, sensual moans escaping her. Her voice was beautiful. He picked her up gently tossing her on the bed, unbuckling my belt in the process. She palms his member through his pants in return he let out a low groan. He grabbed her neck with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling his piece out with the other. She reaches her hand down and starts firmly stroking him. He starts to slide her panties down to her ankles bringing her shiny wet center into view. 

“Your husband is one lucky man” He said, leaning down to place a single kiss on her clit. He lined himself to her entrance and slid in. Both of them let out a satisfied moan. His hips crash into hers over and over again. Her hands rub the back of his head as he fucked her with passion.

“Turn over for me” He said. She turns over stomach resting on the bed with her ass slightly raised as he slides back in instantly finding her spot. “Oh shit, right there” She moans.

“Right there baby?” He taunts, stroking into her mercilessly. “Oh fuckk” she yells out, gripping the sheets. “I’m gonna cum” she pants. He flips them over again, her ending up on top this time. “ Get your nut” he says, watching their bodies connect. She grabs his shoulders and starts to drop her ass down into his lap, chasing her orgasm. She throws her head back, feeling her orgasm build in her stomach again. “Shitt, You so wet babygirl.”  He groans, biting his lip. He continues to bounce her up and down on his shaft, aiming directly for her spot. He looked up at her, biting his lip at her love faces.

“What time your man getting home?” he asks, with a smirk growing on his face. Too wrapped up in her own orgasm to hear him. “Ohh fuckk im coming!!” She yells, releasing all over him and his lap. He finishes right behind her unloading himself inside her. They fall back onto the bed next to each other. He grabs her hand, placing gentle kisses on the back of it as he plays with the ring on her finger. “That was fun, still didn't say what time your man was getting home” He says with a slight chuckle. She slaps his bare chest joining in the laugh. “Shut up babe, but we should definitely do this more often…

[magicxc]

Slow Motion

Pairings: Kofi Siriboe x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1785

Warnings: fluff, fingering

A/N: This was LONG overdue lol. I never expected to take so much time on these drabbles, but in the end I've come to love ALL pieces involved with this "series." It was nostalgic, fun, and most importantly SPICY 🥵 I thought something light to wrap it all up was much needed, so do enjoy Kofi in all his tenderness.

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Deeply inhaling, a crooked smile dangles on the corner of my lips as the soft scent adds to the cozy atmosphere. There’s notes of lavender and frankincense that linger, almost lulling me to a peaceful sleep. The diffuser on the countertop spills Eucalyptus oil into the damp air, the harmony of aromas relaxingly pleasant.

Candles line the bathroom floor, all unscented, instead adding to the intimate vibes. The lights are dimmed, my only source of visibility is the flame of the fire flickering through the dark room, entranced as I watch them dance against the drywalls. 

The water is deliciously warm to the touch, almost too warm - it’s that scorching feeling that borders the line of pain, scared to submerge my body entirely as some parts are more sensitive than others. The longer I sit here, the more my body adjusts to the scoiling temperature and I slowly inch my way down until I'm chin deep into the bath. The epsom salt is crunchy against my legs, the textures oddly satisfying as I rub against them until they disintegrate.

Bubbles filled to the brim, they’ve become this fun distraction as opposed to the serene scene Kofi intended them to be. And while it is captivating, I find it a lot more entertaining. I’ve found myself blowing them, splashing them, and even molding them to my desire.

“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?”

“This is relaxing,” I giggled.

Slipping in behind me, Kofi gently submerges himself into the bath, his added body heat making me even hotter; and I don't mean in temperature. Hands crawling to my shoulders, he begins to massage them, his fingers working out the stress from earlier today. Firmly caressing his digits into my shoulder blades, my groans hint at which spots need the most attention; growing louder every time he rubs the flesh just right.

“What's got my pretty girl so stressed out?”

“Baby, I swear I love my job and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes it gets tiresome carrying the workload.”

“Do you think the workload is too heavy? That maybe you need a few days off?” he suggested.

“No it’s not that, ow-”

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“Mhmm”

As nimble as his fingers may be, Kofi for sure knows how to use them. They rub and dig and knead in the best ways, but sometimes his hold can carry a bit too much pressure. Intent on massaging out the knot, sometimes he doesn’t realise that his once firm touch can easily pass over to discomfort. Kissing along my temple, he promises to go softer, eagerly getting back to the topic at hand.

“So if it’s not your workload that's bothering you, it must be something else? It sounds more like you’re carrying the team.”

“I don’t mind stepping in when I need to.” 

“How do your shoulders feel beautiful? They’re sagging and the knot is gone.”

“Great,” I sigh. “I feel like I can bench press 70 pounds.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Lemme see how I can get that number to 80.”

Laughing, he stops massaging my shoulders to which I whine in protest. A kiss to my lips effectively stops me in my tracks, Kofi assuring me that my night is far from finished. Reaching over to the shelf beside us, I hadn’t realised how he stocked it in preparation. He has a little of everything, unsure of which direction this night will take us. There’s face masks, oils, wine bottles, a lighter, bath bombs, rosemary, and a few other things I don't get the chance to linger on. 

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” I breathed.

“Good, no questions moving forward please. I just need you to let go.”

Grabbing a cup from the shelf, he dips it below the water, filling it to the brim.

“What’s that for?”

“Didn’t I just say no questions?”

“But-”

“Aht”

“All I want -”

“Don’t even, now close your eyes.”

Emptying the cup over my head, I dramatically blow out the excess spittle of water, mostly because I didn’t expect it. And of course Kofi wouldn't explain things either, interrupting me every time I decided to inquire further. He repeats this two more times, until my hair and face are fully drenched. The water is a little hotter than room temperature now, so the sensitivity of my scalp welcomes the warm downpour.

His hands reach for the shampoo next to us and my mouth forms an “O” at where this is going, deciding to just sit back and let Kofi do his thing before my endless questions ruin what he’s attempting. Pouring the thick goop into his hands, he rubs them together before delving his fingers into my hair. 

My curls are easily tangled when wet, so I watch as he does the five finger method, carefully running his hand through each section of hair before scooping it all together. Once he successfully detangles my head, Kofi goes on to rub his fingers sturdily against my scalp, focusing more so on massaging it as opposed to washing my tresses.

“Mhmmmmyy goshhh, baby this feels AMAZING. I should let you help out on wash day more often.”

“So you can tire my hands out? I don’t think so,” he jokes. 

“We can split the chores, you wash and I style.”

“Let me marinate on that for a bit. What I really want to know is why you’ve been working yourself to the point of exhaustion?”

“Because unnmpph, right at the base please.”

“Down here?” he asks, working his thumbs toward the back of my head.

“Yes, thank you! And I guess it’s because I didn’t see how ragged I was running my body. One offer turns into an expectation and before I know it, I’ve effectively taken on the job description of at least three other people.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I love your willingness to help gorgeous, but to put it simply, those motherfuckers do not care. Takers never get tired of taking, but givers do get tired of giving. You’ll give the literal clothes off your back if you have to and trust me they’ll take it without question.”

A comfortable silence falls between us, one where I get a moment's clarity. A moment where the rose colored lens shift ever so slightly. When something becomes my passion I won’t hesitate to see it through, but what I haven’t seen is how quick people are to take advantage of that drive. I can love my job and still set boundaries, and it’s a shame it took me putting my body through so much to see that.

Thankfully Kofi is gentle with me. Kind enough to point out where I went wrong without ever making me feel bad for my actions; only encouraging me to learn from my mistakes from this point on. And if I can get this type of treatment every time I mess up, I may have to mess up more often.

Rinsing through my hair, he conditions it all the same, fingers actively kneading the tension away. Eyelids fluttering close, I embrace his gentle touch and allow my body to just be. To feel his hand against my skin and the warmth of the water. To smell the arrangement of scents that linger in the air. To listen to the flickering of the flames from the candles. To watch the bubbles bounce around the tub with each movement. I try my best to take it all in - relax my mind, still the whirlwind of thoughts, and allow myself to be present - the bullshit of the world forgotten. 

Before I know it Kofi rinses out my hair once more, the worries of this week sliding down my shoulders. Leaning into his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat becomes my own personal ballad; interrupted by the rumbling of his chest as he asks how I’m feeling.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought babe and you’re right, those motherfuckers do not care.”

Agreeing, we talk a little about setting boundaries, but most importantly working my wage. Fingers delicately cradled against my cheeks, he presses his lips to mine, so soft I barely feel it. His minty breath fans against my face and I close my eyes while his forehead rests against mine, the two of us reveling in the ambiance of the night. 

“I see that you’re tired, but do you think you can do one more thing for me pretty?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Go ahead and spread your legs.”

Eyes shooting open, it’s the vulgarity of his words that throw me off. Kofi and I are no stranger to hot sex, but every time I hear how filthy he can get, it sends a wave of heat throughout my body.

“What all do you have planned tonight exactly?”

“I thought we agreed no questions. The only time I wanna see your mouth open again is when I'm putting my dick to the back of it. Now be real good for me and open up.”

The retort is on the literal tip of my tongue, just itching to jump over the edge, excited to see where another “mishap” can land me. But Kofi’s worked so hard to make this night special, so it’s only right that I see things through the way he intended. 

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers resting on my clit. “Stay just like this for me.”

Straight to the point Kofi starts to gently rub on the nub, my skin between his teeth adding to what already feels ethereal. His other hand reaches up to my breast, tweaking the nipples to attention; and my arms fly to the edge of the tub, needing to grab onto anything for stability. 

“Im just getting started,” he kissed. “I just need you to hold out for a little while longer, yeah?”

“Uhnnn ye- yeah.”

Hips bucking into his fingers, I throw my head onto Kofi’s shoulder to ride out the sensations, my breathing growing ragged as he cranes his head forward to slip my nipple into his mouth.  

“Not yet.”

“Babyyyyyyy, I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“You wont need to, I promise.”

Fingers swiftly rubbing over my clit, my hips continue snapping into his expert fingers, thighs shaking the water out the tub. His tongue swirls around my nipple, warm and electrifying. Hands gripping the tub, I beg Kofi to let me cum, relief washing over me as he finally does. 

“It’s true that takers never get tired of taking, and on some level I can relate, because I’m gonna take every last drop your body has to offer,” he promised. “So be extra good for me, and give me one more pretty.”

[twistedcharismaaa]

Menace Pt. 4.1

Summary:  A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m back with an update! I hope you guys are doing well as always! I decided to split this chapter into two parts so it won’t be an overwhelming read. I love and appreciate you guysss so much! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary! Enjoy!!!

*Flashback*

He walked around like a god amongst men. He had unspeakable power flowing through his veins like ocean waves. He was untameable, untouchable, and incomparable. The world was at his fingertips and anything he conjured was his reality. He was a king to his coven, an ally to his friends, and a ruthless enemy to those who betrayed him. For centuries he lived this way until the day of the Black Moon. That’s when everything changed. The Black Moon crept over the sky and hovered over the earth slowly, gradually engulfing everything in its radius. It stripped the magic out of every enchanted being that day.  Masego remembered it like it was yesterday. On that day, he was enjoying the many pleasantries that life had to offer. 

It was the year 1922 and he was thriving. Jazz music along with the cool spring air filled his bedroom. He was laid up with a pretty brown thing that he spent the day with. She was sleeping peacefully beside him. Comfortably, he gazed out of the window and watched the day settle into night. As soon as dusk arrived he felt an uneasy feeling form in the pit of his stomach. He pulled back his bed sheets and gently exited the bed so he wouldn’t wake his lover.  He stood upright and placed his palm over his stomach as he walked toward the window. Using little strength, he opened the cracked window fully and peeked outside. The streets were busy as usual - flooded with drunken fools, loud vehicles, and glowing street lights. Refocusing his view, he decided to look upward. His attention fell on what appeared to be the moon. His brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes in disbelief. He saw the shape of the moon but not the actual moon itself.

“Just a shadow?” he questioned quietly. 

“Masego?” his lover, Cherie, called to him above a whisper.

To his surprise, she was out of bed and standing behind him. She outstretched her arms toward him and revealed the strange new markings on her skin. She winced in pain as the markings continued to grow and spread. There were black letters covering her hands, her arms, and her torso. Quickly, Masego approached her and grabbed her arms to get a closer look. It was spreading rapidly. The writings were in an ancient tongue. This curse was almost as old as time itself. Masego held her hands and chanted incessantly in hopes that he could reverse the dark magic. He chanted loudly and passionately until he felt a sharp pain glance up and down his spine. It felt like literal acid was burning into his flesh. He arched his back as he bellowed out in agony. 

“It’s on you too,” his lover whispered, with a heavy breath. Clearly weak.  “What’s happening to us?” She added with a look of terror resting on her face.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know,” he answered quickly before picking her up into his arms. “We’re okay, we’re okay,” he lied, as he carried her back into the bed. 

Whatever was happening was affecting her at a faster rate. As he placed Cherie down into the bed, he noticed that his hands were now covered with black markings. With a shallow breath, Cherie grabbed Masego’s hand and squeezed it. 

“It’s coming from the moon,” she informed.

Instantly Masego ran to the windowpane and closed it shut. As he looked out the window, he saw complete chaos. People were dropping like flies. Screams of horror filled the streets and lingered in the air like a poisonous smoke. Panicked drivers swerved over lifeless bodies and collided with other cars completely adding to the death toll. Hysteria was spreading like a wildfire. Quickly, Masego pulled the curtains over the window to block out the moon hoping that it would stop the curse from taking root. To his misfortune, that didn’t work. He could feel his powers flowing out of his body rapidly. Again Masego rushed over to Cherie’s aide. He kneeled down beside her and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon let’s channel each other. We can create a protection spell,” Masego suggested. “Cherie! Did you hear me? We can pull on each other’s strength,” he added. 

Gently, Masego squeezed her hand and gave her body a little nudge. 

“Cherie?” he called once more.

Once he realized that Cherie was no more, he caressed her hand and kissed it tenderly. With a sorrowful look in his eyes, he placed her hand on her stomach and stood upright. He knew that he desperately needed to find refuge or he would suffer the same fate. With a snap of his finger, he traveled through space and time and arrived at a cemetery. It was the resting place of all his ancestors. This was the safest place that he could possibly be. He looked up at the shadowed moon before falling to his knees. He gripped the grass beneath him as he groaned in pain. He felt the curse spiraling around his neck like an ever-growing weed. Determined and ever stubborn, he refused to die. He sought his ancestors and communed with them. He pulled on their strength as he casted his final spell. With each chant, he shedded the curse off his body like a second skin. The black letters melted off his pigment and puddled in the grass. He waved his hands over and around the black puddle until its circular shape transformed into a lightning bolt. 

Once the puddle took Masego’s preferred form, he grabbed it with his hands and stood to his feet. And like Zeus himself, he threw it into the sky. Moments later which felt more like hours, the lightning bolt crashed into the moon and shattered its black hue. The curse was finally broken. The moon’s shiny white original color returned.  Masego smiled widely at the sight of this miracle. He stared at the moon until his tired body collapsed. 

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Part 3. Part 4.2

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I would read the hell out of it!👀

if the girlies on here who write killmonger fanfic don’t give me at least one Kofi vampire story...

[chaneajoyyy]

Y’all out here writing for Ralph Angel?!👀

[stripper-patrick]

In-Laws 🟧 Kofi Siriboe

Warnings: smut, language, big daddy kink, getting caught, oral (f)

Sorry I’m late super busy today

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Kofi Siriboe x black plus sized reader

“Y/N you really need to do something with the place. It’s so dull” Kofis mother drags on about my house. She complains about everything from my hair not being mine to my house being “a mess” just because I hadn’t gotten the chance to vacuum. She’s been staying with us for about a week while her house is being renovated

“Kofi what are we eating for dinner”

“I made chicken and rice for you I wanted to take Y/N out for some alone time”

“Where are y’all going”

“Place called Reno’s” he shrugs. I fix the strap to my heel before standing up.

“We’ll be back later” I say. She groans and he opens the door for me following suit as I leave.

.....

Kofi is sitting in front of me just looking delicious as always “I miss having alone time”

“I know babe with your mom in there’s that’s not really an option” He nods in agreement.

“Aye if she sleep that ass is mine when we get in the house you know that right” he licks his lip and butterflies erupt.

“Yea I guess you could say I’ve been missing big daddy a lot”

“Yea? Well big daddy gon tear ya shit up” he smiles

“Good”

....

We get home to a completely empty house. All the lights are off and Kofi takes my hand leading me to the kitchen. He sets me on the counter and starts kissing my lips. He tastes like mint and bourbon.

He moves his hand up to my knee kissing my neck. His fingers dance to my pussy and I moan.

“Kofi your-“

“Ssh” he gets on one knee kissing my thighs. I keep trying to push his head away but he’s a lot stronger than me. Kofi moves forward pulling my underwear down my ankle and he buries his head between my legs.

“Big daddy we’re gonna get caught” I moan arching. He pushes my other leg on his shoulder disregarding everything I just said.

He laps up on my clit making my toes curl. Kofi moves my feet getting a better look at my glistening pussy. “So juicy”

“I love when you eat me big daddy”

“Your so tasty baby” his beard shines with my juices and I guide him back to my pussy rolling my eyes in then back of my head. My hands come up to my chest rubbing my nipples.

“Keep going” I moan grinding my pussy along his face. He tongue fucks me hard and fast. My breathing escalates and my legs and body trembles.

“You’re gonna make me cum big daddy” I moan gripping the edges of the counter. My juices leak out of me as I try to close my legs around his head. I bite my lip suppressing a loud moan. I open my eyes to see his mother standing there with her jaw dropped.

I gasp pushing his head away. He looks at me confused and I try to regain my breath “your mom”

He stands up seeing his mother still standing there with her jaw on the floor. She closes her mouth and walks away nodding. She goes back upstairs and I let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Delicious” he kisses my head

[berberriescorner]

Fanfic WIP Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagging: @lemmewritesomeish @afriendlyblackhottie @brattyfics @breanime @sheabuttahwrites @desiraypark @sunshine-flower and any/all mutuals that would like to participate💜.

Note: Some snippets may be shorter than others. Also some titles are subject to change once the stories are completed and ready for posting.

WIP Titles:

Updated: 11/18/22

“Disastrous Deception: Part Four”- Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).

"Nobody's Gonna Know" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black!Reader.

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

“Peaked Interest” - Jay Halstead x Black Reader x Kevin Atwater.

“Feeling Flustered” - EZ Reyes x Black Reader.

“Loud And Wrong” - Kevin Atwater x Black Reader.

“All That Mouth” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

“Love Can Heal You” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Are You Listening?” - Rio x Black Reader.

“You Wear It Well” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“When We Play” - (could be Chris Evans, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, or Ransom Drysdale. Haven’t decided yet😏) x Black Reader.

"The Way You Move" (Song Series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.

“When You Come Around” - Chapter: “Restroom Occupied” - Dave East x Black!OC (Amina) x Kofi Siriboe.

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Love Drought” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).

"My Sweet Empath" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.

“Disastrous Deception: Part Five” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).

“Get Your Act Together” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.

"Greatest Treasure" - Rio x Black Reader.

“Tell Me How You Feel” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader x Rio.

“Do Not Disturb” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Nicole).

“Want It, Need It” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.

“Late Night Flights” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Here We Go: Part Two” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Mini Mediators” (part 3? Or a random drabble) - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

Untitled Daily Struggles #2 - Chris Evans OR Pablo Schreiber (TBD) x Black Reader.

Untitled Daily Struggles #3 - Rio x Black Reader.

Untitled Ray Merrimen Drabble - Ray Merrimen (Pablo Schreiber) x Black Reader.

“Wedding Planning” (part of the Daily Struggles Series) - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

Bonus: If you ask for a bonus, I’ll list a few quotes that are written throughout parts 4,5, and 6 of “Disastrous Deception.”

Titles that are crossed out have already been selected and posted. If you would like to read them they can be found here under the category “snippets.”

Saw @drabbles-mc doing this and wanted to give it a try as well 😃. You guys should definitely head over to her page and send her an ask about her WIP’s, she’s such an amazing writer!

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know of any Kofi fics🥺👉👈🥺 after the streets vid I am WANTING 😂😂

The one fic I do know is K.T.S.E. by the very good sis @lemmewritesomeish😘. 

https://lemmewritesomeish.tumblr.com/post/648131477442347008/ktse-kofi-siriboe-x-black-reader-an-i

*IF THERE ARE KOFI FICS OUT THERE PLEASE CAUSE I WANT TO READ THEM TOO!! ACROSS PLATFORMS AS WELL TOO**

[chaneajoyyy]

@lemmewritesomeish

Y’all out here writing for Ralph Angel?!👀

[chaneajoyyy]

You’re welcome!💕

Y’all out here writing for Ralph Angel?!👀

[chaneajoyyy]

Gimme a second i got it. I saw that person and that’s why i posted cause that’s how I found out. Scrolling down a related post and found it

Y’all out here writing for Ralph Angel?!👀

[chaneajoyyy]

I just tagged you in it.

Y’all out here writing for Ralph Angel?!👀