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theblackhotcouple · 2 days

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Tell him all the nasty things you haven't yet ....He'll love I promise !

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ebonyhotwifeny · 1 month

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Me having an honest conversation with my husband and telling him exactly how I feel. This is how real cuckold couples interact. 99.9% of the videos post online are so fake. It’s nauseating!!

#ebonyhotwife #blackwife #ebonyhotwifeinlove

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blackswhotravel · 2 years

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Us enjoying the sunrise in Playa del Carmen, Mexico from our rooftop hot tub at Oceans Riviera Paradise El Beso an @h10hotels! #blackswhotravel #travel #fun #sun #sunrise #ocean #vacation #paradise #playadelcarmen #mexico #blackwife #blackcouples #couplegoals #melaninpoppin #herecomesthesun (at Ocean Riviera Paradise) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ced5-nqrH--/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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crystlizabeth · 4 months

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Coming home for Christmas ༉‧₊˚.

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x BlackWife!reader

Summery: this wasn’t how you planned on spending your Christmas

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, major injuries, mentions of pregnancy, cursing not, proofread.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

Tiss the season, the season of giving. But instead here you are in your car after another call the words of Johnnys captain saying he’s in the ICU, the shock never settled with you properly before you could get a decent work out.

“Is he gonna live..?” Was all you could choke out. Tears running down your dark features, the line was silent price quiet, “Price in my husband going to come out alive— please, please say something.” You cried your head falling to your steering wheel your hand griping your shirt.

“I don’t know…”

You soon arrived to the hospital, you saw the three men Simon being the first to stand up. His eyes offered you comfort his hand grabbing you before you could walk further his eyes shifting from your bump to your eyes quickly. “Simon is he still alive, please tell me he’s still alive.”

“Don’t just stand there and look at me god danmit! Is Johnny alright.” You cried you breath quickening.

Simon nodded his thumbs rubbing comfortably against your arms his eyes never leaving yours “the have him stable.. they don’t know if he’ll make it through the second surgery though… but the have to do the second surgery..”

You whinced “I need to see him,” you said pulling away from Simon who tried to protest but followed you to the counter.

Your voice shaky yet demanding as you spoke to the nurse. “Please I just need to see him, for fuck sake let me see my husband.” The nurse only protested said that it wasn’t the best time to see him for he was going to be transferred soon.

Enough begging got you to his room, dropping your purse as you talked over to Johnnys bed. He was a sickening white tubes everywhere, his eyes were closed the faint beeping of his heart rate. You almost broke down there your body going over to him, your hand touching his face lightly “oh baby what have the done to you..” you whispered your tears welding up in your dark eyes.

Your lips pressed against his cheek then his forehead, “please, please I still need you.” You spoke your lips hovering over his forehead, he was cold.

“You promised, you fucking promise..” you cried your body shaking slightly as you did.

“Don’t worry I’ll be home for Christmas okay lass..” his thick voice reassured you. You hummed sitting on your couch the light from the tree lighting up the living room the smell of sugar cookies filling your home.

“You promise?” You asked softly your hands tugging on your curls.

“I promise.” He said you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.. if you don’t you wont hear the end of it from my mom.” You chuckled.

He laughed “Ye’ I know, she never let meh’ forget.” His voice was so alive yet you could tell he was putting on a brave face.

“Your gonna be okay right.?”

“I always am.” He spoke softly.

“I’m gonna be home for Christmas, just gotta finish this damned mission, so save a place for me.” You smiled at his words.

“There’s no other place I’d rather be..” he finished.

“I’ll see you when you get home— there’s something I need to show ya aswell.” You spoke a smile still lingering on your face.

“I cant wait to see, because you keep mentioning it but wont tell me.” He groaned

You laughed lightly “I love you Johnny…”

“I love you to, I love you a fuck ton.” He sighed a smile within his tone.

Instead of being home you sat in the waiting room of a hospital. The decor spread all around the hospital, lights, cut out snowflakes, for the most happiest time of the year why did it have to be so sad?

You couldn’t help but flinch the sharp pain that sat in your back finally getting to you. “You alright?” Simon asked.

You nodded “yeah body pain seemed to be worse since I’ve been pregnant.. just been a bit bumpy aswell.” You sighed, whipping your face. You had been waiting, waiting for them to tell you your husband was going to be okay and that he’d be awake. But hours it seemed like passed and you just sat there no sleep just your brain disassociating.

All you wanted was to be in your shared bed Johnny holding you, his warmth comforting you so tenderly. Johnny seeking the reassurance and comfort from you after a long mission. Your lip quivers at the thought of not returning home without him, having to go home knowing you’d never see him again. “I can’t lose him..”

The boys looked at you Johns hand squeezing your leg in reassurance, your head laid on Simon’s arm your hand in between your thighs. “He’ll make it love.” John spoke softly.

But what if he didn’t..

What if you were abandoned once more by a man In your life by death. You would be able to come back from it this time.

This ringing of your phone scared you as you sat up quickly, taking a minute before turning you phone over ‘Mama’..

“Hello..” you answered.

“Hi baby— are you alright you sound like you’ve been crying?” She spoke her voice quickly filled with concern.

You nodded befor breaking down again “Johnnys in surgery… mama I don’t know if he gonna make it.” You sobbed a harsh cry leaving your throat, the feeling of Simon’s hand rubbing circles on you back.

“What? Baby what happen do you know? Oh baby im gonna come to you.” She spoke the sound of her moving around quickly grabbing her things, the sound of your siblings asking what’s wrong in the background.

“I don’t know it happend while he was working, Mama I don’t know what to do..” you continued to cry.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he doesn’t make it.”

“I’m coming baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he voice trying to reassure you. “Have faith baby he’s gonna make it the man isn’t gonna leave you.. he’s fighting.” She spoke.

“I know— I know,” you sniffed.

You needed her more than ever right now, yes you knew the boys but they weren’t your mom. When she got there her silk press short and tiled behind her ears, her arms reaching out to you taking you in them. Her soft words trying to calm you down but still let you cry in her arms.

She and the boys convinced you to go home after much protest, Simon promising that he would call you when he was out and awake.

It felt like forever, three day had passed. December 24th Simon called you his words quick, “he’s awake, he’s looking for you.” You didn’t hesitate to get in the car with your mom, her speeding yall over to the hospital.

You walked in quickly up to the front desk, “McTavish, John- im his wife.” You stuttered.

“(Name).” Simons voice caught your attention, him waving you over so you went. Following him up the elevator to the room, it felt as if everything was in slow motion.

Turning to his room there he was sitting up, his eyes quickly meeting yours. You threw yourself at him “oh god..” you cried your arms holding him tightly as he did you. Your lips touching the crown of his head first then your lips met with his, the kiss filled with so much security and comfort he was actually there. He wasn’t cold anymore he was so warm his lips soft te taste of salt resting on them from his and your tears. You could feel prices presents just incase Johnny fell back but he didn’t he held you so securely.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m so sorry.” He cried his hand holding the back of your head.

You shook your head “I’m sorry I almost let ya lassie, I’m sorry your spending Christmas in the hospital.” He cried kissing your face.

“There’s no place I rather be than with you.” You spoke your lips meeting his again, pulling away you finally got a look at his face his big glossy eyes looking down at you. His blue eyes looking all over you face your melanin features stained form your tears his hand still connected to a tube and wire as he ran his thumb under your puffy eyes.

“Weeping becous of me? I’ve caused you all this grief..” he spoke tenderly.

“Just scared is was gonna lose ya.” You spoke leaning into his touch.

It took his to realize, when he looked down he had to double check. His eyes meeting your once more bright than they already were a fat smile displayed on his face as he wrapped his arms around you again. “So this is what your we’re gonna tell me eh?” He smiled him sitting down on the bed one time get more at level with your stomach and two because his body couldn’t take the standing anymore.

His large hands feeling your bump. He let his forehead touch your stomach, your hands holding the sides of his face as he just laid there.

“I promise I ain’t gonna leave ya..” he spoke.

“I know baby…”you whispered.

“We’ll get through this, and we’ll have to have our own little Christmas just you and me.” He said looking up at her.

Tis the season of giving, for Johnny got all he needed. He was gonna live to see another day he was going to be a dad. And he’d get to wake up next to you till he got gray and wrinkly that’s all Johnny could want for Christmas, you.

Here’s a little Christmas one shot! Hope you like it!!

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demiesworld · 9 months

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sunday mornings - [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader]

synopsis: just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

contents: sfw, suggestive theme, brief sex part but it is not graphically written, just fluffy stuff

notes: some use of spanish is used in this. my spanish is not very good, so if there is any grammatical errors please let me know. i wrote this bc i saw a lot of miguel x black reader fics that have smut in them, and rarely did i see some domestic or fluff with miguel and a black reader. miguel is not spiderman in this, he does not have any mutated abilities or powers. miguel is in his early 30s and reader is in their late 20s.

The weekends are always an anticipated time for Miguel. During the weekdays he would be working diligently in the confines of a cold laboratory. He worked the typical 8 to 5 as a bioengineer, pulling in money to support him and his lovely wife. On Saturdays, Miguel would spend them freely doing whatever errands or activities he couldn't do over the weekday. However on Sundays, there was a routine that him and his wife set in stone for them.

It starts off with Miguel waking up to the aromatic sweet smell of pancakes and a California king-sized bed with an empty spot beside him. The curtains and blinds in their bedroom are closed, yet the tell-tell signs of sunlight is evident from the peeks of rays. His sleepy brown eyes look at the wall clock and reads the time as five past 8 in the morning. Which was normal for his wife to be cooking their breakfast at a time like this on Sunday.

The man lifts himself out of bed, and doesn't leave the bedroom till after he's fixed up the bedsheets and laid the pillows back into place in a neat order. As he crosses the threshold of the door he shuts off the ceiling fan with a flick of his fingers flipping the switch down. Miguel runs his thick long fingers through his dark brown bed head hair as he walked through the hallway. The walls were decorated with family pictures, their wedding ceremony, and paintings of abstract African art.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear the faint sound of the R&B song "Weak" by SWV playing from the bluetooth speaker. Accompanied by that was the sizzling of bacon cooking on the stove and the smell of that lingering in the air. Miguel came upon the kitchen entryway and he stood there leaning against the frame just to observe you preparing breakfast.

You were standing at the flat ceramic-top stove, flipping pancakes on a pan while keeping a watchful eye on your bacon. Your husband eyes your attire: a cream satin robe that ended above your knees and a matching color bonnet on your head. Your face free of any makeup, and you were just in your natural state. You looked beautiful as the day he first met you.

Miguel leans off of the frame and makes his way over to you. While you were in the midst of cooking, you felt strong arms and a firm chest press against your back. Large hands wrapped around your stomach, intertwining their fingers in a way to prevent from you escaping. As if you would ever do that. His supple lips attached themselves to the junction of your neck and collarbone just as a content sigh emit from him. A gentle and heart-warming kiss is what left goosebumps on your brown skin. A genuine, happy smile followed.

"Hmm... buenos días mi corazón." He whispers to you, and rests his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. "Qué tenemos para breakfast?"

You daintily flip over a pancake while responding to him, "You are having oatmeal with apples, cinnamon, and honey. I am going to have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs."

Miguel pouts at the meal he was going to be eating, "Do I have to eat that mi corazón? It's so bland."

"Hey, the doctor said your cholesterol levels were high Miguel and that you need to cut back on sodium. You wanna have a heart attack or do you wanna live to see 60?"

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue with your factual rebuttal. "Okay, I get it." His lips kiss your cheek before he lets you go and takes a seat at the dining table. Your gentle voice calls from the kitchen, "I love you Miguel."

"Te quiero tambien, Y/N."

Once you were finished cooking breakfast for you and your husband you set out the plates. First you placed your plate of scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and three strips of bacon onto the tablemat. Then you served Miguel with his bowl of oatmeal coupled with four boiled eggs and his orange juice. You let out an amused chuckle when you saw the pout on his lips upon seeing his meal. Your lips kiss his temple before you go over to sit at your designated seat.

"It's only for a month, papi, don't worry too much."

Together you both ate breakfast and discussed over plans for your Sunday. You told Miguel that after church services you were to be a teacher's substitute for the children so you wouldn't make it home until a little after 12. Miguel said he was fine with that since he would be helping out one of your elderly neighbors with mowing his lawn today due to the guy's back being hurt. You also mentioned to him that you needed to do chores around the house. He reminded you that you were to have Sunday dinner with his parents tonight at their place.

"As long as you're not going to be drunk with your dad then we can do that." You say to him.

"I won't drink with my father, cariño." He promises.

After breakfast was over the two of you started to get dressed for church. You did your makeup in your shared bathroom, going for a soft glam look. You took off your bonnet and fixed up the Senegalese twists you had in your head. You laid down your baby hairs, massaged oil onto your scalp and conditioned your hair. When you were finished doing that you went on to get dressed. Out from your private closet you pulled out a long sleeve mustard yellow maxi dress and slid on sandals. Then you accessorized with gold bracelet, gold heart necklace and gold diamond tear-drop earrings.

You came out of your bedroom and walked into the foyer where Miguel was standing there waiting for you. He was wearing the dark brown two piece suit you had picked out from him the night before. A mustard yellow tie and handkerchief stood out. Your husband cleaned up nice.

His eyes met yours when he heard you walking down the hall and smiled lovingly at you. "Dios mío... Te ves hermosa en ese vestido mami." He gently grabbed a hold of your hand and spun you around just to get a glimpse of your butt. "I don't think I wanna go to church today now."

You giggle and swat him in the chest playfully. "Damn Miguel, you horny dog, we're not skipping out on church again for that. Maybe when we get home this afternoon..." You trailed off letting him know that you were insinuating it could happen.

After Miguel gave you another twirl then a slap on the ass you two set off for church. There the two of you sat in the middle section of the chapel. Some folks came up to you greeting you both, and conversated about what the preacher was going to say today. You both got many compliments on your matching outfits. Which to you wasn't a surprise as you both wore matching outfits on Sunday mornings with similar colors. You remember from last year how the two of you wore red, white and green colors in celebration of Christmas during a service.

The service held felt long despite it lasting an hour and a few minutes over time. You and Miguel did your donations to the church. You both separately put in $50 into the hat that went around the congregation. You sang the songs that the choir was singing and praised every time the preacher talked about the Lord. By the time it was time to leave you looked at Miguel and told him to not pick you up since you had a ride back home after the class with the Sunday school children. You gave him a kiss good-bye then went on about your day teaching.

Miguel went home and changed out from his church clothes to a loose grey tank top, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. He went over to the neighbor's home and let them know that he was going to mow their lawn for them before doing it. The old man neighbor was thankful for Miguel, even offered him money, but your husband politely refused. To him kind acts of service shouldn't be paid for with money but with kindness in return.

At around 12 you were just arriving home from church and Miguel had just finished up with mowing the neighbor's grass. He greeted you at the door kissing your lips tenderly and his hands caressing your hips. You inwardly laughed as you weren't even a minute into being home when your husband started kissing you and feeling you up in the foyer.

"Papi, I haven't been home for five minutes!" You squealed when he carried you up off the ground and pressed your back against the wall.

Your husband smirks on your lips and replies, "You're the one who said we could do it after church."

He was right you did say that to him this morning. You threaded your manicured fingers through his hair, a soft moan slipping past your glossed lips and into his own.

"Hmm, Miguel, if you really want it we gotta go to the room." You say breathlessly in between the passionate kisses he was giving you.

Miguel carries you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed gracefully. Once you two have rid each other of one another's clothes and jewelry pieces you both engage in steamy coitus. Hands caressing bodies, lips sucking on flesh, and sweat sticking to skin. A song of low grunts, shrill pleased moans, and heavy rushed pants resonated in the bedroom. The loud pounding of skin sounded like a drum in the background and creaking of the bed frame. It all escalated into an unsteady rhythm then came to an abrupt halt once you both met your ending.

The two of you laid in the rumpled bedsheets just holding each other in the aftermath. Basking in one another's glow. You tilt your head up to look at your husband and then kiss the underside of his sharp jawbone.

"We can't stay in bed too long, papi. I still got chores to do and we have dinner with your family tonight."

Miguel let out a tired sigh, "Just five more minutes cariño."

You move to get out of the bed, "Uh-uh, Miguel we gotta get moving, come on now." You pull yourself out of the bed and turn to your naked husband still laying on the bed. You wave your hand, "Come on, get the bed sheets changed and let's take a shower."

"I love you."

You pause when he says those words, but your face softens when you feel butterflies in your stomach. The words, "I love you too." fall out of your mouth when you respond. After saying that you walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, Miguel could hear your voice shouting, "You better be getting out of that bed and changing them sheets!"

Miguel shakes his head followed by a roll of his eyes. Though he does as he is told. He changes the messed up bedsheets, putting the old one into the laundry room and then replacing it with clean fresh ones. As soon as he was done he met with you in the shower and you both washed together.

Yes this was Miguel's Sunday routine. Going to church with his gorgeous wife, helping out with the chores, and attending Sunday family dinners with her family or his family once a week. It was the one day of the 7-day week that Miguel looked forward to. And he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

notes: slowly trying to get out of my writer's block slump. current fixation is fucking miguel o'hara. god knew not to make that man real bc he will have everybody and their mama on his dick. anyways lmk what you think of this fluffy piece! (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

#miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #astv miguel #marvel #marvel comics #miguel x black reader #miguel o'hara x black reader

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wonbinisbabygurl · 1 year

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-Jamals black wife presents....-

🏆ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜˡᵘᵇ🥊

(please remember this is a work of fiction so do not take seriously...⚠️ )

Release date :July 29th

Warnings :smut, Angst, mentions of cheating, toxic love and couples, mental health issues (we need more awareness of this ), school violence and bullying, drug use, must be of age which means 18 or older (dni)

Repsentation included : lgbtq+, poc, interrical love and more

Includes : small age gaps (which means yunho and the female oc will have a senior x sophomore kinda relationship

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ : ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴜ, ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ᴀᴜ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀᴍʙᴡ, ꜱᴩᴏʀᴛꜱ ᴀᴜ,

Yunho will have a back story to when he was bullied in college during the time if you are uncomfortable reading it I advise you not to

Yunho's age/zodiac sign (present): 25 /leo

Yunho's age (backstory ): 19

Black female's oc age/zoadic sign (present):23/Cancer

Both are introverts

Platforms it will be posted on:Google docs and Tumblr

Products mentioned :apple, netflix, the song of achilles book, movie names mentioned and food names will be included

Credit to the orginal series fight club 🥊

#ambw kpop #ambw scenarios #poc kpop

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blameerthing · 4 years

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It’s been a while but new text from the wife. She was out of town for the 4th of July. Don’t know if she made the story up or not but who the fuck took the picture. My dick is on rock hard after reading this story!!!

#blackwife #ebonyhotwife #ebonyvixen #ebonywife #ebonywomen #ebonystag #ebonycuckold #hotwives #ebony #cheating wife #hot wife #ebonyexposed #my wife #thick wife

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iuicdetroit · 4 years

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iuicmemphis · 4 years

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Make the #BlackWife #Great again! #VoteIUIC https://www.instagram.com/p/CDv2reYpfg4/?igshid=qojljlk6tx8y

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major-cool · 2 years

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Black Men need Black Women and Black Women need Black Men … PERIOD! #BlackLove #BlackWife #BlackGirlMagic https://www.instagram.com/p/CYWsCtGBPaR/?utm_medium=tumblr

#blacklove #blackwife #blackgirlmagic

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blackswhotravel · 3 years

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Together Time! #blackswhotravel #blackcouples #travel #couplesgoals #travel #wife #staycation #dinner #lunch #brunch #breakfast #datenight #blacklove #melanin #melaninpoppin #blackgirl #blackgirlmagic #blackman #blackwife #blackmen #locs #orlando #florida #fl (at Holiday Inn Club Vacations Orlando Breeze Resort) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTycMNlM1Yf/?utm_medium=tumblr

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angielifecoach · 3 years

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CLICK THE LINK IN MY BIO TO READ TODAYS BLOG POST: Breakthrough to a Better Marriage 10 WAYS TO KEEP THE ROMANCE IN YOUR MARRIAGE WHEN YOUR A HOMEMAKER WHO HOMESCHOOLS BY Coach Angie! Hello Beautiful, How do you keep the flames from going out in your marriage? How are you and your husband staying connected to each other with all the responsibilities you both have on your plates? What is Romance? Especially when you are managing homeschool, homemaking and purpose/work. I won’t even get into how exhausted you sometimes feel at the end of the day after homeschooling the kids and handling their emotions and all of the things that come with homemaking and your purpose/working. I just want to remind you that you are your husband’s wife first, before the kids, homeschool, homemaking and your purpose/work. None of this can work if your marriage is the last thing that gets poured into. So you have to make it your 1st priority after God and your self-care. To read the rest of this life changing blog CLICK THE LINK IN MY BIO TO READ TODAYS BLOG POST: Breakthrough to a Better Marriage Go ahead click the link! #Chitnwife #Christianmom #christianhomeschoolmama #christianhomeschoolmama #Christianhomeschool #Christianhomeschooler #Christianmarriage #Godlymarriage #blackhomemake #homemaker #blackhomemaker #homeschool #blackwomenhomemake #blacklove #blackhomeschoolmom #homeschoolmom #blackwife #africanamericanhomeschool #blackmarriages #melaninatedhomeschool #homeschoolfamily #wifelife #SAHM #domesticdiva https://www.instagram.com/p/CLhRNj6M_AL/?igshid=pd2mrwybhoeo

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demiesworld · 9 months

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symbols: 🐇- fluff | 🔞- smut | ❤️️ - romance | 🥀- angst | 💭 - hc

sunday mornings [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader] | 🐇 just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

1k follower special | 🔞 getting raw dogged by your fav chara

men who are obsessed with big girls | 🔞

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updated: 9.10.23

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #thor odinson #miguel o'hara #marvel smut #loki laufeyson

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iuicmontreal · 4 years

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Make the #BlackWife #Great again! #VoteIUIC Rendons à nouveau l'#ÉpouseNoire #Formidable! #VotezIUIC https://www.instagram.com/p/CDt4OEypM5y/?igshid=ejbfbx5jgaxj

#blackwife #great #voteiuic #épousenoire #formidable #voteziuic

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paparazzigyrl · 4 years

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#saytheirnames #blm #tiredofbeingtired ❤️ #blackwife #blackmom #blackwoman ❤️🖤❤️ (at Parkland, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBhT43HjLSL/?igshid=e9zbcedal6vt

#saytheirnames #blm #tiredofbeingtired #blackwife #blackmom #blackwoman

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fatmancomics · 4 years

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