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abrushwithdeath · 1 year
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“ hey, lookit me… you can do dis. okay? ya can. “
She’d been trying. It’s what Rogue had told him from the start- that she was gonna get it together, that she wanted to. For him. For them. For herself. And it had been working, to some degree. She could better manage how much she took from others and how quickly (or slowly) she drained them. But it wasn’t enough, yet. She couldn’t shut it off entirely, and when her emotions ran high, especially when she felt stressed or upset, it was like stepping right back to square one.  It was hard to be optimistic when the results, even after all this time, were so seemingly negligible.
Yet Remy didn’t seem to see it that way. Leave him to be the sunshine to her raincloud.  She sometimes thought that he understood her situation better than he let on, and for that reason, maybe she should have more faith in him (and, in some ways, herself). He wasn’t saying these things just to make her feel better- he believed it. It made her want to believe it, too.
Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him like he’d told her to. Not for more than a moment, anyway. A single, stolen, glance up before she was looking back down at the gloves clutched in her hand. Oh, she wanted to trust him. Desperately so. Because Remy had a way of making the impossible seem possible. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe it was all gonna be fine and she’d have it figured out soon enough. Progress, even if it felt small and insignificant to her, was still progress. Right?
Then her eyes moved from her own bare hands to see one of his outstretched towards her, and the fear took hold all over again.
Rogue reeled back, two steps further from him, her hands gripping the gloves tighter, pressing them to her chest. He hadn’t tried to touch her, hadn’t even come close enough for it. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if that’s what he’d been offering or if it was all a misunderstanding on her part. Either way, it set her heart racing just as fast as her head.
“I can’t,” A reply intended for both his words and the offered hand. Yet she didn’t put her gloves back on yet, instead still clutching them to herself in a manner that, in hindsight, probably looked borderline adolescent. A child seeking comfort in their favorite toy, or their baby blanket. But for her, it was a pair of worn out, deep brown, leather gloves.  There was little more than a breath between her words and the moment she finally, actually, looked up at him. In realization at what she’d done, she felt a twinge of guilt. Pulling away so abruptly hadn’t been intentional, but he was close, so close, and that had set her skin aflame. Yes, they had been closer than that before, but she’d felt more controlled then, like she was leading the situation. This... something about it had come as a surprise.
“Sugah, I want to,” She assured him, pausing another second before finally taking a hesitant step forward. A considerable gap remained, but at least it had been bridged in some small part. “But I dunno if I... no. I know I can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever,” It was a conversation they’d had a hundred times before, begun anew now. The same one she defaulted to when she was getting nervous, when she was starting to question this. Starting to question them. “Look, I appreciate what yer doin’. An’ if things were different-” She was tumbling back down that rabbit hole, and as she watched Remy’s face, let her eyes meet his... she could feel it. All those thoughts piling up over something as small as a moment of fear at the end of a long, tiring, day: Maybe we shouldn’t do this. What if I never get this under control? I can’t be what you need me to be. This isn’t gonna work.
This was the part she needed to push herself past, but it felt impossible in the moment. A sort of self punishment for having thought, for even a fraction of a second, about slipping her hand into his. No barriers. “I’m sorry,” She finally muttered, quickly slipping her gloves back on. Even now, though, she didn’t yet reach out for him like she’d wanted to do. Instead, she ran her fingers through her hair, tousled the long, auburn, waves back away from her face, and took a breath, “I’m jus’ tired,” A throw away excuse. One Remy knew better than to take at face value. Though it wasn’t entirely false- she really was tired. And the thought of pressing up against him, getting all warm and cozy...  It soothed her for a moment... until she felt the spiders of anxiety crawling up her spine once again. The closer they were, the more comfortable she felt, the more dangerous this all was. It left space for mistakes. Opportunities for her to slip up and touch him. The scariest thought was that there might come a point that it wasn’t an accident, but a selfish act of contact spurred on by the relentless need to feel closer. Would he hate her, then? (Did he hate her in some way now?)
Disappointment settled in her bones and she realized she maybe hadn’t changed as much as she would have liked. The fault for that, she knew, rested with herself. She felt like she was at a stand still and she couldn’t muster the energy to move another step forward.  She wanted to have control of her powers. She wanted to be more open with Remy. She wanted to trust him. To trust herself. A failure on all fronts, it seemed. Because she still couldn’t stop herself from leeching from others when she touched them. She couldn’t admit to Remy that she was still fucking terrified of all of this, of him in some ways. She couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t even consider it without fear. And there was still a part of her that insisted she would do best to walk away from this all before she could disappoint him any further, before he could break her heart for it. Nothing... nothing had changed.  Stagnation had settled in, or so it felt, and she hated to admit that, in part, she preferred it that way. Familiarity, even in the worst sense, could sometimes feel less horrifying than the unknown awaiting her on the other side.
She sighed, closed her eyes for a second, then shook her head, “I should get t’bed. Gotta be up early an’ all,” She didn’t have to be up early, she just knew she would be. An early morning run, chasing the sunrise to clear her mind. An hour or two alone with dewy grass and golden sunlight spilling through the branches of trees... Funny enough, she sometimes woke up with the small hope that Remy would come with her. Someone to share in the ritual with. Someone to spill her thoughts to. Maybe she could even, finally, get him to spill some of his own?  It was a hope she had no intention of vocalizing, though. 
“You should get some sleep, too. Ya got bags under yer eyes. Lookin’ like a walkin’, talkin’, zombie,” She teased him, trying to soften out the conversation with a bit of playful banter. Now, with her gloves back on, she was feeling just slightly more at ease, reaching out to poke him in the center of the forehead, right between his eyebrows. “Somehow, though, yer still handsome as the devil, Remy LeBeau,” She smirked, finally taking a couple steps closer, until she was close enough to rest her hand against his chest. A shift from the fear a few moments prior, because now she was back in control. “Don’t ya know it’s practically a sin t’be wastin’ all those good looks cooped up with a girl like me?” Again, the words were playful, but there was an undeniable bit of truth to it- really, in her head, a guy like him was wasting his time with a girl like her. And yet, as much as she wanted to let him go, there was an equally loud part of her that wanted him so badly to stay.
Her tone softened, and her hand moved to his cheek. There was something more she wanted to say. Something sincere and sweet. But she left those words unspoken at the edge of her lips, exchanged them instead for a quiet, “G’night.” A chance to slip away from him before the conversation could turn serious. An exit strategy she maybe used a little too often.
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tallulahchanel · 5 years
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Brown Sugah Baby by @lady-olive-oil
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lady-olive-oil · 5 years
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Brown Sugah Baby: Ch. 8
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Note: Hey ya’ll its ya girl Livvy here, with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! This is just a filler chapter, not really that important but it kinda is because it leads to the mess of chapter 9. You don’t have to read it but it’s greatly appreciated!!! If ya wanna be tagged let me know!
Warnings: none, expect hinting of dirty acts
Word count: 1.5K
Taglist: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @doublesidedscoobysnacks || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic
The morning after only meant one thing for Nefe and M’Baku. They had to head back to campus but they didn’t want to get up. He was so warm to her and she was just like he imagined. Her skin was smooth like chocolate; her curves were dangerous, her smile was to die for and her whole personality was alluring.
M’Baku was everything and more that Nefe needed. He was ambitious; his voice could stop a crowd in their tracks, his demeanor was commanding, his body was magnificent and his whole being was just comforting. These two were meant for each other and no one could tear them apart.
“My queen. We have to get up.” He whispered in her ear, causing her body to hum in need. Nefe couldn’t fathom how he would do so little, to make her body feel warm. Cranking one eye open, she glanced up at him softly with a sleepy smile.
“Mmm. My king.” She hummed in bliss, turning over in heavy duvet that hid part of of ample breasts as she sat up to kiss him lightly.
“Do we have to leave New Orleans? We could just stay here and not go back to Shreveport. No school...no classes...no Melanie...no Sean..” the way she spoke, upon placing kisses all on his face, caused him to smile happily.
“Yes we do. Our friends are waiting for us to be back. Besides we have the rest of the week to, consummate the relationship.” The kiss he gave her was breathtaking, it shook her very core. Awakening her inner lioness to pounce on him.
“We’ll arrive late if you keep this up, my love. We’ll miss the pep rally.”
“Ugh fine.” Getting up from her spot, she sashayed to the bathroom to get ready.
“I love you!”
“I know!”
-Back at the school-
The drive back seemed to drag on but the vibe stayed the same, as it did when they arrived.
Upon unloading the car, Nefe was notified by the girls about a sleepover in her dorm. A major redo of the previous weekend.
“Looks like the girls want to catch up with me.” Nefe replies with a swiftness, M’Baku smirked.
“Funny. The boys want me to meet them at the quad, for guys night.” Once he showed the text, she knew what both groups had planned.
“They want us to talk about our trip. Creative bastards. Well love, I’ll see you in the morning.” Placing a kiss on his sweet lips, he held her close and it caused her to giggle.
“You’re so tempting, it’s intoxicating. But we have to meet them or they’ll chew us both out.” He proclaimed and she groaned in frustration.
“Alright, alright. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”
-moments later: Nefe’s POV-
“You mean to tell me, you went all the way with M’Baku and you managed to get up?” Nakia couldn’t believe it. My whole girl gang, couldn’t fathom that I actually got to spend time with M’Baku, without Melanie messing it up.
“Girl it was everything. The rhythm; the vibes, the jazz, the food, his body on mine. Mine on his. Just pure poetry in motion.” I couldn’t describe it any other way. He really was an amazing man and I enjoyed the weekend we spent together.
“He put it down huh? Damn I knew you needed it and deserved every minute of it.” With the clink of our glasses, Okoye gave me a short wink.
“So when’s the wedding?” Nattie Joked a bit, causing a light chuckle to escape from my full lips. I chucked a pillow at her before going to my vanity.
It was getting late and I was needing to get ready for bed. My phone had been vibrating for a good minuet till I answered it.
‘College weekend and prank week is coming soon. Guess who's coming to visit?!’ Love the siblings!’ I received a text from the group chat we formed before I had left for school. Keeping in touch with them was what we had made sure to do first and foremost.
“Holy shit, It is college visit weekend. Plus prank week, oh I can use my siblings for this.” A sinister grin grew on my face at an evil plot forming in my head.
“Uh oh. She’s got that vindictive gleam in her eye. Something's up.” Nattie chimes in with a curious smile.
“Something is afoot, ladies. My siblings are doing a college visit this week, along with the prank of the semester before spring break. Wanna help?” I grabbed my five star notebook and my best mechanical pencil.
“Prank week you say? Oh this outta be good. I know just the targets.” This time Okoye has a sinister look on her face. This was going to be good.
-M’Baku’s POV-
“My dude. How was the trip? We know it was good because the curves on Nefe-” Erik was about to go on a tangent, full of Hennessy in his system, till I gave him that look for him to stop while he was ahead.
“I’ll tell you, if you keep your mouth shut”
“Deal.” Erik day next to T’Challa who’s just got done texting Nattie.
“I heard y’all had more fun than you originally planned” T’Challa chimed in, taking a taking out of his burger.
Settling down with the boys, I had to think back to the nights Nefe and I didn’t even wanna leave the room. It felt like it was our honeymoon. If only we can get to that part, because I can’t see myself being with anyone else but Nefe.
“Man, it was great. Just, everything I expected to come out of the trip. We talked all night, did what grown folks do and it just made my year to finally get some time with her.” Many men wouldn’t express their feelings like this, but Nefertiti makes me feel different and free. Great Hanuman I am in love with this woman.
“I’d say you’re in love bro, welcome to the club.” With an encouraging shoulder tap from Erik, I gave him a gentle smile and nodded in triumph.
“The great gorilla has found his Queen after all. Or has she been there this whole time?” T’Challa asked.
“She’s always been there. I was just too blind to see it.” T’Challa had his moments where he had wise word aid wisdom, along with tacky misunderstandings but that made him human.
I was truly blinded by the fact that I never saw Nefe more than a friend. The moment Sean, and Melanie, came into our live was when we both realized that we needed each other.
As my phone went off, to break the silence, I noticed the picture and became excited once more.
“Little brother. What brings you to calling me?” I answered the phone and the boys got excited themselves.
Zaire had a good standing friendship with T’Challa and Erik back in Wakanda. He was well mannered and structured but didn’t want to the throne, so he’s my financial adviser did when I take the throne.
“Well big brother, Aliyah and I are coming down to Louisiana for college visit. She mentioned something about prank week as well. We’ll be there sometime this week.” The tone in his voice was chipper and full of excitement. Spending time with my siblings was what I’ve been missing lately and I couldn’t wait for it.
“Sounds good to me. Oh and for prank week, I know just what I have in mind for you both.” The smirk that etched my face, made Erik and T’Challa do the same.
-Melanie’s POV-
Just as I was about to go welcome M’Baku back home, I noticed the smell of Chanel No.5 in the air and it was Nefe being back too. I was hoping he’d left her in the swamps.
Out of disgust, I continued my path towards M’Baku’s room, knocking gently.
“Hey- oh hell nah. M’Baku, you got company.” Erik rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway, watching like a hawk. Why couldn’t he just mind his own business?
“Can we talk? In private?” I eyed Erik down with a snarl, he shrugged.
“Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them.” M’Baku arched a brow and it made me even more annoyed.
“Whatever. Anyway I just wanted to welcome you back, and take you out tomorrow night. As a welcome home gift.” Tracing my finger down his chest, he grabbed it and shoved me off. Well that’s a new one, no one's ever denied me before.
“I can’t. I already have plans with my girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve met her? Have a nice night Melanie. Boys I’ll see you later as well.” Waving us all off, he went back inside his room, leaving me there. I watched as his two best friends walked away, further down the hall.
“She has nothing on me. I am the queen and two can play that game.” Stomping off back towards my dorm hall, I had a plan forming in motion. Prank week is gonna be one hell of a ride.
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thecrowcern · 3 years
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You never thought that you would be in this situation. Leaning against the counter of your bakery with a pro hero’s cock between your thick thighs. The sounds of soft groans and curses filled the small bakery, and you were very grateful it was late. 
    “Fuck Darlin’..you’re so soft it’s amazing.” Taishiro moaned against your hair. His thick cock slowly grinding against your sex as he pressed your thighs together. You were desperately trying to ice cupcakes as you felt his cock throb against you. “T-Taishiro...Fuck”, You moan out as you feel your orgasm begin to reach its peak. “Easy, baby boy. Can’t have you messin’ up your hard work.” He responds as he lifts you up. Putting down your piping bag, he carries you into the backroom. Laying you onto the island, he kisses down your neck, large hands groping your love handles and thighs. Pushing against his chest, he leans up, looking down at you with concern. “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to go too far.” 
“NO! I absolutely want this...I just don’t want to fuck in my kitchen.” You say with a chuckle. Pulling him down gently, you kiss his cheek. “Follow me, big boy.” You say as you jump down, grabbing his hand and walking him towards a set of stairs. Although towering over you, he still followed with grace. “Don’t think I could fit in my large form through these halls sweet’art.” He says with a chuckle as he grips the doorframe, bowing his head as he entered. You smiled up at him, saying, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’re experienced fitting in tight spaces.” Smirking at you, he snatched you up, holding you in his arms like a cat he kissed under your chin. You pointed to where your bedroom was, and he kept nibbling hickes into your soft brown skin. “You smell just like ya taste, baby, sweet as honey.” He says as he lays you down on your plush bed. 
Pulling off your work pants and underwear, he maneuvers around the apron still around your neck until you’re bare underneath. Your wide hips and full chest frame the slightly stained apron. Fatgum could only stare down with admiration as he began to strip. Your face was flushed, and you squirmed somewhat under his heated gaze. He ran his hands up your plush thighs, gripping your love handles as he pulled you close. Grinding his cock against your folds, he lifts your leg up with one hand, kissing your calf as his other thumb pulls your lips wider. The head of his cock brushes against your clit, making your hips jerk up. He leans down, bringing your knees to your chest as he rubs one thick finger against your entrance. Kissing you gently, he pushes it in, groaning at your walls constricting around him. It takes all of his self-control to not go feral just yet. Your soft mewls and gasps of his name, how your tiny hands claw into his shoulders. He’s only two fingers in when you finally groan in frustration. “Damnit, Taishiro...If you don’t fuck me, I swear.” 
His chuckle in response sends shivers down your spine as he sits up. You hold your legs to your chest, spreading your lips apart for him. Slowly he begins to press the head of his cock past your entrance, pulling one breast out from behind your apron to pinch and pull at your nipple. “Fuck baby..lookin so perfect for me,” He says as he slides in slowly, gripping your breast as he bottoms out. Your thighs shiver as you watch your stomach bulge slightly from his size. He waits for your call as he feels your walls constrict around him. “Easy there, Sugah, don’t wanna break ya just yet.” He says as he rubs the insides of your thighs with his thumbs. You look up at him and nod, gently pushing against him with a whimper. “P-please, more! I can take it.”
Smiling wide, he leans up, thrusting down into your tight heat, letting go of his control. The room fills with sounds of grunts and his balls slapping against your ass. “That’s it, baby boy, taking my cock so well.~ Fuck look at you, pretty Lil thing ain’t ya.” You can only respond with soft squeals and whimpers. He only coos at you, holding your face with his hand as he continues to fuck into your heat. You feel like your floating. Between the constant stream of praise and the accurate targeting of your sweet spot, you begin to lose focus. Suddenly you’re being lifted up; Fatgum sits on his knees as he holds you in both hands, legs on his shoulders as he holds your ass. Growling, he speeds up, reaching down to rub your clit as he ruts into you. “Fuck I can feel ya clenching tighter. Gonna cum for me? God, I want you too; you look so pretty on my cock, baby.” He says as he coaxes you over your edge. Moaning so sweet yet so loud as you squirt on his cock. It splashes against his stomach and yours as he keeps going, being spurred on by your erotic display. “That’s it! Keep cummin’ fr me!” He says as he keeps rubbing your clit. Grunts and groans turn to soft whines as he lays you back down, holding you tight against him as he cums, fucking his cum deep inside of you. “Yes! Fuck! Takin’ it so well, baby!” he moans out as he comes down from his high. Pulling out slowly, he rubs the joints of your thighs, smiling down at you. “Don’t get too comfy now; we’ve still got all night.”~   
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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years
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hi! do you think we could get some super soft first time smut with whiskey please? i’ve recently watched kingsman and i am down bad for this man. i feel like i’m struggling to find some softer fics for him though so i thought i would send you a request <33
Yes, I think that's do-able. 
I wasn’t sure how soft you wanted so I went 10-ply, super tender.
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Words: 700 ~ Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x fem!virgin!reader ~ Warnings: P in V sex, very soft smut
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"You sure 'bout this, baby girl?"
You look up at Jack. You're cuddled on his lap, his stetson discarded on the sofa beside you. His mocha-brown eyes are dark with concern as he smoothes his hand over your back.
"I'm sure."
He captures your mouth in a soft kiss. "I'm gonna do this right, sugah. No rushin'." He blows out a long breath. "If I go too fast, y'all remind me. We clear?"
"Clear."
He tucks a curl of hair behind your ear, and you press a palm to his chest. His heart is thundering.
"It'll be okay," you assure him.
He swallows and a muscle ticks in his jaw. "It's been a long time," he begins, his voice thick with emotion, "since someone trusted me with somethin' this important. This precious."
You don't know what to say to that, so you just kiss him.
You don't know what you're expecting. For him to throw you down and ravish the hell out of you? For him to treat you like a china doll?
He doesn't do either of those things. He only keeps on kissing you, his talented hands rubbing slowly up and down your back, until you feel incredibly relaxed. Then, when you're sighing his name, he sets you gently on your feet.
"Bed, for this first time, sweet thing."
You let him lead you through the ranch house to his bedroom. It's spartan, doesn't look like a bachelor pad or a place to bring multitudes of women. It's just quiet, and clean, the bed in long navy lines and soft linen.
"It ain't much," he says, shyly. "No rose petals... sure wish I'd had some time to prepare."
"I don't. I want you just as you are, Jack."
He smiles slowly, and that twinkle is back in his eye. "Lie down, baby girl."
You do as he asks, and he moves to stretch out beside you, and he begins the kissing all over again, punctuating each kiss with little endearments or praise. Beautiful. Mine. Gorgeous. Perfect. You're melting under his words of love in that sinful drawl.
By the time he undresses you, with gentle hands, kind hands, you’re putty for him. Breathless, keening with need under the stroke of his lasso-callused palms, thirsty for his praise. And when his skin touches yours, it’s bliss unlike any you’ve ever known.
His talented fingers dance across your most sensitive places, coaxing one orgasm from you, and then using his silver tongue to bring you over the crest of another. By the time he lifts his face from between your thighs, his lips shiny wet, you’re trembling, moaning his name.
He moves over you, reaching into his discarded jeans for a moment to snag a condom. You take it from him, ripping the foil and rolling it on, slowly, and Jack breathes in deeply and knowing you take him to the edge of control makes you dizzy with feminine power.
“Hold on tight, sugah,” Jack murmurs as he fits himself to you. You lift your legs and wrap them around him, instinctively, and he groans. “Christ. You’ll be the death of me. I swear, this’ll only hurt for a minute. I swear.” He leans down and kisses you softly, his mouth butterfly-wings soft, and the head of him presses into you, and there’s discomfort. He feels too big, too hot inside you - and then there’s a stretch.
Jacks stills. “Is it okay, honey?” His gaze searches yours.
“It’s okay. I want it to be you, Jack. I want this. Do it.”
He cups your face with one hand, and surges forward - and there’s a flash of searing heat and pain. You cry out, a little.
“Oh, darlin’. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s - okay.” And it is. You feel full, but not painfully so. And Jack’s scent is all around you and his arms are warm and firm, and his eyes are the eyes of the man you love. And when he starts to move slowly, and full of care and attention, you know this is far from the last time you’ll do this.
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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years
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A Slice of Cheesecake
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Fatgum x poc!reader
CW: Slight breed kink, thigh fucking, mentions of vagina, slight anal play, creampies, mentions of daddy in a sexual way, kitchen and sex around food
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Orange: Fatgum
blue: Reader
Pink: Fatgums inner thoughts
WC: 1.7k
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Fatgum was definitely your favorite customer to bake for. Tips generously and an absolute beaut to stare at while you work. He always came past your shop on his breaks or days off just to watch you. “Ya know, I can always help fill those buns for ya sugar plum.” He would say with a smirk. You just giggle and shake your head as you continue to fill and dip your eclairs. You were finishing up some orders to deliver, and he offered to stay and help you out. You accepted his help with a smile as the pro-hero helped pack cupcakes, cookies, and pastries.
Everything was going great until you went to change. When you work, you wear chef pants, a plain t-shirt, and your apron. But for deliveries, your outfit was much. Much different. Fatgum couldn’t help himself as he stared, seeing your soft stomach peek out from your crop top. He has to hide behind your counter as you fix the garter belts from under your skirt. He groaned softly as he saw how your thighs bulge from the garter belt and thigh highs. Your skirt was absolutely sinful being so short, bending over. He got a glimpse of those soft pink lace panties. Walking around, he pressed himself against you. “Baby...I don’ know if ya should go out like that. Pretty thin’ like you could get devoured.” He says, deep voice low. His two large hands came to hold your wide hips. Groaning loudly as he saw his fingers sink into your love handles.
Looking up at him with big doe eyes, you smiled. “Oh~ well, I don’t have anything to worry about with a big strong hero like you, Taishiro~,” You say as you grind against his growing hard-on. You slip from his grip with a giggle as you finish packing up orders. “Ok, now let’s go!”
Walking down the street with you was a blessin and a curse for Fatgum. Seeing your thick ass sway in that skirt was torture ‘Little Nymph,’ he thought to himself. Going from customer to customer was easy enough. You were so sweet to each one, and he could only smile softly at you. Seeing you dote on each and every one. The sun was setting as you finished, and the teasing was getting worse. On trains, you were pressed so close to him, you smelled like sugar and warm spices. Your skin contrasted beautifully against his yellow costume as you held onto him. Brown, golden skin that he swore always shimmered in the sunlight. You both were able to finish earlier than you thought, so he decides to treat you a bit. You were already in the shopping district, and he saw how your eyes lingered on some of the displays. Laying a hand on your hip, he leaned down to your ear. “Would you like me to buy that for ya, Darlin?” He asks. You stifle a soft groan at how close he is; turning to him, you reply. “No! I should be treating you to something for helping me out today.”
His eyes darken a bit at those doe eyes you give him. Fuck, you look so cute. He stands up and looks around, smirking as he looks down at you. “Then I know how we both can win.” He says as he walks you down an ally, a hole-in-the-wall sex shop that you’re surprised the BMI hero would know of. As you both walk in, he brings you towards some expensive pieces. He tells you to pick out what you'd like as he sits down on a stool.
Watching you was a pleasure, watching you bounce around from display to display, skirt riding up as you bent down. He bit the inside of his cheek before he motioned for one of the employees.
You look up to see Fatgum whispering to one of the employees before looking back at you with a smirk. Picking a few sets, you walk up to him, face warm as you smirk back to him. He looks them over, letting out a low growl at the soft lace of one of the panties before nodding over to the employee again.
The walk back home was swift, entering your shop and making sure all of the blinds were drawn. Fatgum then pinned you against the front counter, licking and nibbling on your neck as he rubbed your clit through your panties. “Such a sweet boy for me...so tasty,” He says as he helps strip your clothes. He pulls out his favorite set along with a relatively thick butt plug. “If you’re ok with this, Darlin, I’d love to see you wear these while you bake me a little cheesecake, baby.” He says as he holds them out for you. You nod quickly, slipping on the lingerie and bending over to prep your ass. Before you can open the cap for the lube, he stops you. “Please sugah let me help ya.” He says as he pours lube over your hole. Groaning softly at how you clench around nothing. Gently pushing a finger against your hole, kissing down your back, he pushes one in. It takes a few minutes of him kissing your neck and ear as he stretches you out before sliding the lubed-up plug into your ass. You whimper at the stretch, your pussy dripping with arousal as he pulls up your panties. He kisses you deeply before patting your ass to the kitchen.
Cooking while being watched was something you were used to before, but with the current circumstances, your head was foggy. Fatgum would come up behind you to “help,” pressing the plug in your ass or groping your breast. Finally, as you placed the cheesecake in the oven with a water bath, you began prepping some toppings. As you began to whip up some cream, he decided it was time to push further. Pulling your panties down, he pressed your thighs together. Bending you over, he lifted you gently as he slid his cock between your thighs. Moaning softly at the heat radiating from your dripping center. Your head was spinning; you could smell his arousal mixed in with sweat. You desperately wanted to get on your knees and bury your nose in it. He was no better; wafts of your arousal filled his nose as the soft plushness of your thighs squeezed him perfectly.
You groan softly as you feel the head of his cock brush against your clit. Looking up at him, you whimper, “P-Please Taishiro. Fuck me, I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” You beg. In response, he spreads your thighs apart and presses you down onto the counter. He can’t help himself but allow his hands to wander over your soft skin, admiring every stretch mark, scar and blemish. “Fuck Baby Boy… ‘Ave I ever told ya how beautiful you are?” He asks as he undoes your top. You’re about to respond until you feel his large hands grope your breast. Kneading them gently, your body shivers, “N-No, but I could tell with how you look at me.” You respond with a soft smile.
He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, cradling your face in his hands like you’ll break at any second. He lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. You gasp, seeing just how big he is, almost 12 inches long; it’s slightly darker than the rest of him, it's as thick as a can of soda, and you briefly worry about how it will fit. “Don’t be scared, my little darlin’. I’ll make sure you feel really good.” He says as he presses the tip against your entrance. He leans down again, kissing you deeply as he begins to push in. You whimper and grip his shoulders, feeling the head of his cock push through your entrance. He stops and gently pulls out before pushing back in, reaching down to rub your clit as he works his cock. Finally, after a few moments, he's able to bottom out inside of you. Even with your soft stomach, you can still see the outline of his cock in you. He moans loudly, seeing it as well; pressing down on it gently, he begins a steady pace. His large, heavy balls slap against your ass as he grips your thigh with one hand. The other is near your head, trying to keep himself steady.
“F-faster Taishiro~ Please faster!” You moan out as you begin to pinch and pull on your nipples. He doesn’t protest; pressing your knees to your chest, he starts thrusting faster. His precum fills you up and begins to drip down onto the floor; loud nasty slapping sounds reverberate against the tile walls as he continues his fast pace. He’s grunting like a bull as he sees your breast and stomach squished under your thighs and his hands. You’re so soft and sweet and beautiful to him; he wants to take you home and spoil you.
“Taishiro! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as you feel your walls tighten around his cock. He grunts as he holds you close, face nuzzled into your tight curls as he wraps his arms around you, legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. “Cum for me, Sugah Plum~ Cum all over daddy’s cock” He grunts as he moves you like a fleshlight. “Daddy daddy daddy! Fill me up! Please fill me up!” You respond. He leans back to watch your face as he thrusts as deeply as he can before holding you down on his cock. He groans loudly as his cock twitches pumping you full of cum. His body shivers as he can’t help but continue to hump you gently as he breeds you. You don’t fight it, tightening your legs around him as your cunt milks him.
You’re both blissed-out, kissing each other sloppily as he humps you. Tongues and teeth clash together as you pant for more. “Y-Y/n, I love you, I love you please be mine.” He says as he reaches down to rub your clit, extending your orgasm along with his. You nod frantically as he licks and sucks on your neck, “I love you too~ Please mark me up, Taishi” You moan out as you feel his cock harden again.
You’re both startled by the timer going off. Not wanting to pull out, he holds you close to him with one hand as he maneuvers to get the cheesecake out of the oven. Placing it on the cooling rack, he looks down at you with a smirk. “I hope you have enough energy, my little cheesecake, cause I’m gonna make sure you reak of my cum for days.”
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tcstu · 3 years
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Ekphrastic Fiction Contest Winner (August 2021)
I simultaneously love and hate months like this. The stories were incredible this month! I am now convinced I made the right decision stepping out of the box and using this photo. I love that this piece generated enthusiasm and I was able to read so many creative interpretations. The part I hate is that it’s practically impossible to choose a winner. There are some amazingly talented writers participating in this contest. I hope those of you reading this, will look for my Honorable Mentions post later and reach out to any writer whose story you like. While I am forced to choose a winner, there were some pretty incredible entries for this month’s contest, and I hope everyone will see them.
The winner for this month is... @moonlightchess​! Congratulations! This writer previously won this contest in October 2020 and September 2019. You can click on those links to see the previous winning pieces and read this month’s featured story below.
As a reminder, This untitled photograph was taken by RAYCHILL @shes-magic​. She has a ton of uniquely captivating photographs posted, so if you like this piece, make sure to visit her page here!
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On a Nola Night, Something Begins
It turned out that Nola was a dream. Lisette Marchande had long since Americanized her name to “Lisa’ for the sake of resumes, but booking a flight back down to the swamplands to take inventory of her mama’s old shotgun house on the quarter reminded her that New Orleans was as alluring and mysterious as that third pomegranate seed, tricking Persephone into a lifetime in shadowed places. Suddenly, it had been a week and jambalaya was simmerin’ on the stove and jazz was floating from her phone soft and silky as a hazy bayou night, and she was lost. Sweat trickling down her back and the tickling sweetness of beignet sugah rising hot from the counters of Cafe Du Monde turned the other world, the northern world, into some quickly-fading memory a hundred lifetimes gone.
“Mama’s business ain’t finished proper,” she vaguely remembered telling her boss, a crisply Cape Cod woman named Mary, over that same jazz-soaked air even as Louis Armstrong asked her if she “knew what it means, to miss New Orleans.” Even now, her carefully cultivated yankee airs had dissolved into the heat of a Nawlins summer evening, and she hung up just in time for the longing to hit her deep, some memory she’d long since forgotten until now, and she ventured into her dead mother’s decaying bedroom to root through her old things, an inventory for the guarantor of her estate. He was a beautiful creole man with autumn-brown skin and fox-gold eyes named Theodore Bissonette - Tay-oh-doure Bee-sew-NAY - and the faded red rug had gone a weak pink, adolescent lavender walls peeling like so much lost youth.
“Baby,” her letter began, when Lisette found the old black and white box adorned with curling filagree print, “if you are reading this, my time here is done. I leave to you all this decrepit nonsense, if you really want to stop there, dieu ne plaise, then take whatever little money I have left in this world and run to spend it on the down payment to some creaky thing, be it a car or a house or a man. But if I have raised you right, if your mind is sharp and curious still, take the black box under my bed to Monsieur Theodore Bissonette. He is the son of your daddy’s dearest friend, and he will guide you.”
The swamp had already had its way. The box, stuffed with strange herbs and stranger sigils scrawled heavy across dense ivory paper, left her enchanted and hungry. Monsieur Bissonette answered his phone on the first ring, as optimistic as she suddenly was. “Bonsoir, cherie.”
“What the hell is this? Mama talking about some magic nonsense? Some ancient prophecy thing out in Bellefontaine? Untold adventure awaits me if I only ask?”
“Oh, bien! Clever girl.” Theodore was delighted, unable to hide it. “We’ve been waiting for you. I’ll come get you at midnight.”
“For what?”
“Questions later, cherie. Tonight, only answers.”
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gender--goblin · 3 years
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Before a few years never thought I get so obsessed with fnaf
(btw im not from an English speaking country) So I JUST SAW THE TRAILER OF THE SECURITY BREACH GAMEPLAY And I OH SUGAH ITS LOOKS SO AMAZING like wow
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Okay at the start we hear williams aftons (?!) voice and see vannys mask (the first one out of help wanted) he seems to be talking to vanny basically telling her that she was nothing before william found her and now that's she more... And if she is ready... Ready to kill kiddies on their birthday Like William? I don't think so... I think there something bigger behind it. Also the sounds in the backround. There little clicks maybe an animatronic? Idk
vanny is in a corridor, we can see a Red light and a door on the side
Security girl, yeyyyyyyyyyyy OK ehmmm maybe we are a person who is in some kind of elevator? Then we have the same thing we saw in the others
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I'm pretty sure fazbear entertainment is at the end the real villain here I mean how are they still here???? How many lawsuit can they handle?
Hehe I hope you guys are here to help.... And not. Kill me. The eyes are a yellow/red hope it doesn't mean we have to run when we see them hehe
Interesting look Gregory... Seems a bit familiar doesn't it?
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Striped shirt, smoll, brown hair... Matt is gonna have field trip to hell with this and I'm gonna enjoy it. Is this the official security room? Empty chairs...... Where are they?
I think the voice is security girl. The audio whe heard is something that's gonna happen a bit they met or..... Do they know each other maybe? Why is he even here is this something in CC style? Got bullied and they locked hin in an empty room?.
... Montys..... Interesting
... Who are We that we hide From her? That's security Girl that not Vanny who is hiding cuz she probably would have attacked her... Maybe it's the moment where gregory and Security girl meet?
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So we're probably gregory running away from the glamrocks and vanny who are hunting us and won't stop.... Why are we so important? If we are Just a normal child who is gonna be used to just kill or something like that they just could use another child... Also why only hunting? Not 'trying to kill you '
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Are we maybe someone important?
By morning.... Interesting so does that game play 5 nights or just one night.....???? Maybe gregory appears in the last night??
Into the ballpit haha good ol' scotty
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Who was that voice?.... Both of you burn...?look it's the moon! Interesting....
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Than we have clips of the glamrocks trying to 'hunt you' while running away..vanny. From the same corridor From earlier running and the sun!
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And then vanny again....
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Who is that animatronic?!????!??? They're lookin to be in the style of a monster or....... Is nightmare like fitting?
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So what do you all think? Anything important that I missed?
Wait so read some other posts with the theory that vanny is basically security girl and a few to the last pic spoilers for fazbear frights blackbird!
William in the stichwraith epilog build him a Bunny suit out of fazbear entertainment /cursed parts and animatronics and some think thats him and I'm here thinking.... But as dawko made the video about it he said he is as tall as 3 circus baby's or higher idk
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littlelostbluejay · 5 years
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Describe Our Love
Oneshot summary: Lucas & Cristi relax together on the couch while enjoying an intimate moment in one another presence.
Rating: PG-13
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An inaudible gentle rush of air blew through her nose, brown hues half-lidded and muscles relaxed, the exquisite, intimate warmth of Lucas's chest underneath her shoulder blades as his heart sustains an unhurried beat beneath the bare skin of her upper back. Sweet serenity coursed through their veins and pervaded their minds as the two laid there on their comfy black leather sofa, wherein he reclined his head back upon the armrest while she lay between his long legs; he stretched one far out while the other was bent at the knee propped against the backrest as Chris lay her smaller body atop his. Hearts flutter as slow music streamed into the spacious living room from a vintage inspired record player nearby, a river of love songs pouring into their ear canals that contained soulful rhythms and soft beats, the vinyl record being brought to life by the tiny needle that grazes its smooth surface while it plays Michael Jackson's RnB ballad, 'Butterflies'.
The sense of his presence, his very scent overwhelming but always welcoming; and embraces ever loving when she had found that rare shade of haven she been searching for in his arms. Chris couldn't have been more blessed with such a perfect man. Or wolf man. Whichever.
Movement caused by Lucas pulled Chris out of her quiescent musings, her gaze being brought to the attention of her hands that were being lifted upward in her view as he delicately adjusted the position of them to his liking in his palms, and she realize he was trying to match them up against his own. But his were larger than hers with fingers long and sturdy that were adorned with rings on a few digits, while the tips of her small nails barely reached the intermediate joint of his phalanges. The flesh beneath her fingers is smooth and firm, warm, built solely to protect and hold ones he found dear. She stares in silent fascination at the way her hands seem so meek compared to his.
For a moment, she felt his chest expand beneath her to draw in air, only for him to issue a lengthy exhale from deep within his chest, the breath of his essence at the same time cool and warm from his nostrils as it lightly stirs the natural locks of her hair, before gliding across her cheek from behind where she rested the back of her head in the curve of his neck. "Lucas, how would you describe our love?" She asked, for the sole purpose to hear his voice, to become lost in it as she would often have gone astray amongst specks of galactic stardust in his cosmic eyes.
A low, resonant rumble occupies in the base of Lucas's throat against her ear as he presses his full lips on a small spot on the edge of her eye, the tip of his nose pressing gently into her left temple, and this dotting adulation he bestows elicits her lashes to flutter, a small sigh passing between her lips as she tenderly nudged her head against him. Lucas is quiet as he contemplates her question, takes him a moment to respond as memories of this special woman flashed in his mind's eye, and sorts through mental archives he kept stored to help inspire a superior answer. But to elaborate on the type of love where incorporeal emotional energy flows from his wife by touch alone, can literally feel the sincerity of her emotions course through him as he absorbs it like nourishment, was near impossible to find words that could express their love in the language known to man.
One-minute ticks away, two as he reflects while she waits in patience, and when a concept finally arrives that embodies their love does he clear the airways of his throat, indicates he was ready to amuse her with his response. "Our love is like a friendship caught on fire." His hot breath swept down her cheek, causes her to involuntarily shudder as it dances along the flush skin of her neck and collarbone. Then he releases her hands, taking his own to encircle one around her small waist so his fingers may play on the piano keys of her ribs, the other rubbing the length of her arm in loving strokes as he continues onward with his poetic verse. "In the beginnin' a flame, very pretty, often hot an fierce, but still only light an flickerin'..." He murmurs in a full, sonorous tone, and nuzzles his shaven cheek against the side of her head as he shut his eyes. "...and as our love grows older, our hearts will mature an our love become as coals... deep burnin'... an unquenchable."
His personal interpretation he reckons to represent what their hearts murmured to each other in secret, words marinated with amative patterns between letters that reflected their mutual love, came to a beautiful end, one that flexed one corner of her full lips to slightly curve to bear a closed smile, inwardly enraptured with his answer.
Chris shifts in his hold, forces Lucas to raise his arms while she adjusts the position of her body, turns herself over onto her belly, and expels a gentle sigh as she rests her head upon the comforts of his bosom, and after situated to her liking, feels his hand land on her back while the other entangled its fingers into the thick mass of her dark brown locks. "How was tha', puppy?" he spoke with an inquiry as he removed some curly strands that once shielded her eyes from his view, "think tha's good enough?" and administers a sweet peck when he connected his lips to her forehead.
"Mhmm." She hums, nods in approval as her cheek rubs up and down against his chest, eyes closed and body relaxed while she listens to the comforting rhythmic beat of his heart thrum against her ear. "Loved it, babe." His masculine scent drifts up her nostrils, reminisces of the deep woods, earthy soil saturated in rainfall.
"Good, I was honestly 'bout t'say some beauty an the beast type of shit for a sec." A half-suppressed snicker slid through clenched teeth as his stomach shook under her with vitality, conveys humor that the abstract thought aroused within him which he formerly entertained before deciding to switch the quote, while she, likewise, giggled at this funny piece of information he shared with her. "I wracked the hell outta my brain tryin ta think of somethin' romantic an less corny for once, that question was way too deep to jus spit out some foolish nonsense."
She arched a single brow as a funny look crossed her face, rising on her hands to stare at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, you've always been a romantic," she paused, "okay corny sometimes but still romantic and smooth...either way, corny can be romantic too, y'know."
"Oh wait a minute now," Lucas propped himself up onto his elbows, gazes up at her with a mischievous grin as she sat up, straddling his lap securely between her thick thighs as her hands found a resting place on his abdomen for support, while at the same time, tries to ignore the familiar feeling of his big bulge beneath his gym shorts, "lil mama think wolf daddy is smooth, eh?"
The way he looked at her made a small smile to shyly grace her lips. "Hmmm yea...but don't let it get to your head. You can when you wanna be."
His mouth made a motorboat noise as he sat up and grabbed her legs to wrap around his torso, then circled his muscular arms about her small waist, pulls her closer to him as he straightens his spine. In this position, her head just reaches his nose, which makes it easy for him to notice when her eyes automatically lock on the thick shape of his juicy lips that she was obsessed with. "Pfft, too late cause I already know I got it like tha' baby, you an all the ladies at the juke joint knows it so don' be tryin ta soft-pedal this debonair panache I got goin on that I honed in the 1950's."
In reference to the old-fashioned aesthetic club he performs at regularly, Lucas was one of the most popular male performers in his band, and the fact he could not only play a number of instruments but also vocalize a song with passion into a microphone made the women go crazy. Although, Chris was not sure if she'll ever get accustomed to females eyeballing him while she also watches him from afar, but during every intermission or once the gig is over, he always makes time to walk over to her and give her attention, lets everyone know who he rightfully belongs to. But even if a few were aware of their martial relationship status, even when they were in the dating stage, as futile as it proved to be, some were that desirous to try to gain his attentions.
"Don't get cocky, Lucas, you ain't all that." She shook her head, knew he was mainly joking. Despite his superior dire wolf status in the supernatural realm, Lucas was a humble and modest man who didn't necessarily view himself as above anyone else, but that didn't mean he lacked self-confidence in his abilities, nor failed to recognize the great amount of charisma he possessed that influenced the way women behaved in his presence. Everyone loved an entertainer, and he was one who loved to entertain the public with his vocal capabilities and musical skills.
"How's I being cocky if tha's jus the way it is, sugah mama?" Black eyes droop half-lid as he cocked of his head to the left, and upon full lips displayed traces of a sly smirk where his mouth opened enough for her to observe the way his thick tongue ran a seductive trail across his perfect alignment of white teeth, the light tease in his voice languidly infused with that smooth feeling of red wine trickling down your throat she believed he sounded, and couldn't help the shivers that rippled across her arms when words of poetic elegance blew in her face. "How else was I able ta catch a fine lil doe like ya'self into these jaws of mine? Don't tell me it was jus these bright fangs that blinded 'em pretty brown eyes, makin ya stare into the light like a deer caught in the headlights 'bout ta end their life...but ya got it twisted, lady of mine, don' ya know this wolf jus wanna lead you to a new life with him in par-a-dise?" A low, sexy growl rumbled up his throat as he abruptly drew his face towards her ear to catch her lobe in between his teeth, finds pleasure at the cute sounds of a tiny whimper that slipped between her lips as he nipped and pulled her flesh gently.
Chris was absolute putty in his hands; he favors how her body trembles at his intimate gestures, sometimes she involuntarily gave away that conveyed implicit desires he's able to stimulate with ease by his proximity, not to mention that since she was a poet, Lucas foresaw the response he'll receive when he whispered in verses and rhymes to her.
"Y-you didn't give me much of a choice!" Her hand collided against his hard chest for a soft smack, prompts the arrival of a breathy laugh from him while his stomach convulses with enthusiasm as she drew back from him. It was true - he practically didn't give her a choice due to his persistent attitude, although it wasn't that she didn't reciprocate the same feelings, the issue laid in fear of loving someone. "But I wouldn't be surprised because you were always in my face all the time with that handsome smile...soo bright it can light up a dark tunnel for sure..." Bistre hues breaks eye contact to glance down at the near nonexistent space between them, and he feels tickled by her finger that softly traces the convex contour of his chest concealed by the black wife beater he wore. "I don't know but... it must've been why because you wouldn't leave me alone even though there were many other girls for you to choose that I felt were... better than me I guess." Past insecurities momentarily resurfaced as she murmured the last set of words, although, sensitive ears heard them loud and clear, and pure benignity shimmered in the darkness of his eyes as he gazed down at his wife, lips parted as the exterior of his umber visage replaced amusement for a softer expression.
Lucas did all he could to help raise her self-confidence and get past insecurities she fought with, and while she came a long way with good progress, there were times they'll creep up on her once every blue moon. But he was always there by her side to chase them away before those inner demons could overwhelm her mind.
Silence, except for the slow music that played in their midst, fell upon them for a few seconds, that is until it was broken when Lucas spoke out the blue. "Welp," he exhaled a deep sigh, his voice gathering her attention to peek up at him where she noticed a closed lopsided smile was etched on his full lips, and within the black holes of his iris's a glint of mischief circulates in the depths of them. "I'm sorry ta disappoint ya ma'am but when a carnivore got their eye on sumthin' then they out ta get tha' piece of meat, y'know wha' I mean? And all my efforts were rewarded in full with this nice piece of ass I got right here, bow chika wow wow baybeh!" And at the end of his sentence his hand sent a loud slap against her butt cheek, causing her to jump with a yelp when his palm struck her hard that left a stinging sensation in the area where her booty shorts didn't cover.
"Ow! Lucas!!"
"What?" A full-blown grin, one cheeky, had brightened his features as he began massaging her ample cheek in the spot that fell assailable to his strike he afflicted pain upon. "Don't be actin like ya don't like that shit now." He added on as he offered a knowing look with a high arch of his thick brow. Lucas usually took it upon himself to lighten the mood when negativity weighed down on the atmosphere, his optimistic, sanguine nature opposed anything that involved the concept of pessimism; he firmly believed good humor and a positive outlook could improve people's lives for the better, and he was here to offer her a dose of that special medicine. "I never would'a thought you could be such a vixen with ya quiet self toots, but...boy did you prove me wrong after I got you goin' by hittin that spot jus right."
Hey eyes narrowed into a squint that formed part of a peeved expression meant for him, but try as she might, curly locks bounced as she shook her head, unable to restrain the small smile he stirred by his irreverent sense of humor she concluded was contagious. "You're soo ridiculous." Chris doesn't attempt to suppress an eye roll as she tried to get up off his lap, but she felt his arms fix around her waist even more so, constricting her movement of any chance to escape his clutches.
"Yeah well yer booty is ridiculous but there ain't no shame in tha', dawlin'." His head quickly fell low into the side of her neck, plump lips parted to allow his mouth to playfully suck upon her delicate honey-brown skin, but the corners of his lips morphs into a grin against her neck when the breath of her laughter caressed his ear like a gentle wind, incorporated with a lewd gesture of his hand as she felt his fingers continues to knead a handful of her butt.
It did his heart good to know he was the one who solely caused her laughter, joy, and contentment when, while on her own, always suffered a difficult time searching high and low for that special map which could lead her to abundant treasures where happiness dwelt. Nevertheless, unbeknownst to Chris, the map was divided in separate pieces and in time arrived a wolf who appeared as her guide to aid in her hunt for what she ached to find, along the way, a man who supplied her with directions and riddles as to where they could be hidden. But as the map slowly became whole when the lost pieces were brought together, she discovered the treasures were inside herself the entire time locked within a chest where particles of dust caked its surface, and he was the key who unlocked a part of herself she never believed she'd see.
Lucas, an old wise soul, led her on a long journey to find felicitousness within herself again - the bountiful boost of encouragement he fed her that was accompanied with unconditional love his actions audaciously expressed without fear, proved to be the root of all her accomplishments she struggled with over the years before he stepped into her life. As eccentric his lycan nature proved to be behind closed doors, she was blessed with a man like him who presented her with a sense of belonging, and he the same for this young woman whose traits held a similarity to the kind meekness of a female deer.
As the couple were jesting among themselves on the couch, the music grew quiet as it reached its end, but the vinyl continues revolving, transitions to another song that caught Lucas's ears as he listened to the smooth disco vibes of 'Rock with you' that now fills the space of the living room. Chris noticed a little shift in his energy level, observes him in fascination as she acknowledged how his focus was altered by the music, and knew once he returned her stare that he had something in mind.  
Lucas clutched her body to his as he hoisted her up, lifting them off the couch as she clung onto him before his feet lead them near to where the record player sat on a side table. And her dainty feet touched the hardwood floor when he set her down, though in vain, she stood a few inches taller on her tippy toes to try to reach his height. He bit his bottom lip as he peered down into lovely eyes that shared a semblance of russet brown autumn leaves he often finds himself falling into. His fingers entwined with hers when he took her hand in his own while the other applied light pressure on her lower back, pushing her smaller body up against his taller one. "Aye, mind rockin with me tonight, mama?" The appearance of sharp canines glistened down on her when he shot her a charming smile with his question, accompanied by a playful wink of his eye which enkindled warmth to arise in her cheeks, complemented the demure countenance she bore in the way she shied away from his eyes for a moment. That perfect smile of his was an absolute killer.
Chris was never much of a dancer when she lived alone, but Lucas, of course, changed all that when he filled her life with excitement she missed out on in her early, sheltered days as a child and adolescent.
The sudden urge to dance made his body tingle with new found vigor, motivated by funky rhythms their bodies subjected themselves to as their feet stepped to the music that flowed around them, and with a smooth bounce in his step, he sang along with the lyrics to his dearest doe. "Ya gotta feel tha' heat! An we can ride the boogaaie! Share tha' beat of looooooove!"
Lucas twirled her around before the chorus began, pulling her back against his front as he circled his arms around her, head lowered for his lips to sing sweetly into her ear canal,  rhythmically swaying their bodies side to side in sync to the beat. "I wanna rock with you, all niiiight. Dance ya into day, sunliiiight."
Her lips part slightly where a small smile takes form at the corners of her mouth that Chris couldn't care to suppress, blissfully submerged in the joys of contentment while in the arms of her husband as his body moved against her back. She felt his head lift to place his chin atop her head, heartfelt passion expressed in the pitch of his voice that rose an octave as he continued to sing. "I wanna rooock with you, all night. Rock the night awaaay..."
And that's what they did as night expanded across the land.
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Nothing More Than A Pretty Face (one-shot)
Requested by @yourwonderbelle Here you go, love, hope you enjoy this :)
Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Genre: a bit of angst/ fluff in the end
Warnings: low self-esteem
Word count: 2518
Summary: since being stationed on D’Qar everyone in the base flirts with the reader including Poe. This being a daily occurrence makes the reader think that he doesn’t mean it and is just doing so like everyone else, but Poe will make sure to prove her wrong.
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Y/N’s boots clanked against the metal floor of the hangar as she approached her X-Wing. In the last mission, it had gotten pretty bruised up, and it was her baby, so she was not about to let anyone else screw it up even more. 
   The orange jumpsuit was tied around her waist, a black tank-top the only other visible clothing. Her Y/H/C was up in what could be considered a bun, but more so resembled a Porg’s nest. It was a lazy day, as the General hadn’t assigned any missions and Y/N wouldn’t be able to get off the ground even if she wanted to with how badly the wings of the ship had been damaged.
 She jumped up on the ladder that was propped against her X-Wing and stepped onto the broken transport. Last night Y/N had already started the repairs, so all the tools necessary were there. 
   “Okay, honey,” the girl patted her ship, “let's get you fixed up,” and to that, she set to work.
   Her muscles strained as she tightened the bolts and peeled back layers of charred and now unusable metal. An annoying song had been stuck in her head for a few days, but she couldn’t help herself to whistle the tune. A pair of voices invaded Y/N senses, but she ignored them, her eyes had just caught sight of a major wiring problem, that left untreated would definitely make her into a firework show next time she even tries to extend the wings.
   “Hey there, gorgeous.”
Dornan. 
   “Fuck,” Y/N muttered under her breath but plastered the fake smile that had become almost a signature for her whenever one of the pilots or anyone for the matter of fact tried to flirt with her.
   “Hello, Dornan.” She quickly replied and set back to work, hoping that he’d leave her alone, but the Force was not on her side today.
   “Do you need any help? You look like you’re struggling there, darling,” he was now leaning against the hull of her ship. 
   “I’m fine, thanks.” Curt, short and sharp, maybe this would give him the hint.
   But of course, it didn’t. “Naaw, I don’t mind, sugah,” Dornan was making his way up the stairs, “have the whole day off. Hey, maybe after we’re done here we should go and grab something to eat, I’m sure even such a pretty girl needs to ea-“ but he was cut short as Y/N had pushed the stairs back from the ship and holding them with an extended foot. One shove and he would go tumbling down.
   “Listen here,” she added more pressure making the man grab onto the metal for dear life now, slightly panicked eyes trained on the girl above, ”learn how to take a hint when a girl is not interested. Or is your head so full of bantha shit I need to spell it out for you? I AM NOT INTERESTED!”
   For a second Y/N felt like Dornan recognised what she’d said and would back off, but that would be too much to ask as a lazy grin made way onto his face. “Ohh,” he drawled, “playing hard to get. I like a challenge.” 
   Y/N wanted to wipe away that smug smirk, so with a deep sigh and look up at the heavens, muttering a “Maker, please don’t let General Leia demote me, a reprimand will be fine,” she looked at the guy and allowed a smirk etch it’s way on her face too, mirroring his. Just as Dornan was about to smile, even more, Y/N shoved her foot further and the steps came crashing down, Dornan underneath it.
   Without a second glance, she went back to her tools and restarted her work. 
   “Feisty, aren’t ya?” looking over the wing, she saw Dornan dusting himself off, “but don’t worry, I don’t give up that easily. See ya around, princess.” He winked and sauntered out of the hangar.
   She wanted to take the screwdriver that was in her hand and shove it through her skull. This is how it had been since Y/N was reassigned to the D’Qar Resistance outpost. Her impeccable flying skills had caught the sight of none other than General herself as in one of their missions she’d saved the life of who was considered ‘the Resistance’s best pilot’ Poe Dameron.
   Now Y/N was a Commander herself and she’d like to think that she was well respected, but the constant flirting didn’t help. Especially because everyone on the base took notice how Poe did it. They saw him as a role model, so obviously, they had to follow in his steps. 
   She didn’t think Poe meant anything with that. After saving his life he had become a constant and honestly she enjoyed his company. He was kind, sweet and above all would do anything to have his friends and loved ones safe. The flirting had started in the midst of the battle after a particularly daring move made by Y/N where he proposed they get married. In that instance, he was just trying to relieve some tension as another batch of Tie-fighters approached. 
   When landing on D’Qar they had met and both instantly fell at ease. Y/N considered them now best friends, BB-8 included. Rey and Finn had also weaselled their way into her life and now she couldn’t imagine it without the rebels.
   But after Poe himself had asked her to be stationed here, giving Y/N the leadership of the Silver Squadron, the flirting increased. In the mornings he’d give her kisses on the cheeks or he always brought her a cup of caf just the way she liked it- dark and bitter. While in the cantina he always had an arm thrown around her shoulder or he would find any way to have any kind of body contact.
   Y/N didn’t think anything of it. Poe was an extremely affectionate guy, so she just wrote it off on that. The rest, however, annoyed her to no end. And she felt like the flirting had increased from both Poe and anyone else. 
   He had started to bring her flowers. If Poe couldn’t place it behind the girl’s ear himself, he made sure BB-8 would keep the petals safe in a compartment and give the plant to Y/N that way.
But he didn’t mean it. At least according to Y/N and not in the way she would want him to mean it. 
   Her crush on the handsome pilot developed slowly, but once it had, it was there to stay, and that made Y/N’s daily life harder as she heard Poe throw out the comments and her heart clenched at their meaningless notion. 
   Just as she was about to give up on the plating of the ship as her mood had soured the bet pilot himself made his way into the hangar. 
   “Red!” his voice rang with joy through the empty interior. It was Poe’s nickname for Y/N as when he’d first seen her step out of the X-Wing, the only thing he could distinguish was bright red lipstick complimenting her skin tone. The visor of her helmet was blacked out and he couldn’t see her eyes. Just a row of brilliant white teeth with rouge red lips.
   “Flyboy,” she countered back. 
   His laugh was definitely the best sound in the world. At least in Y/n’s world. “You do know that half of the pilots are men, so that nickname could be said to anyone and it wouldn’t lose its meaning.”
   “Yeah, well you’re stuck with it,” she pointed a wrench that was in her left hand, “so deal with it.”
   He walked over to the ship noticing the fallen stairs and he propped them up against the exterior of the X-Wing. Poe made his way up to Y/N and crouched down next to the woman. “How’s she coming along?”
   “Fine,” Y/N huffed, “just needs a few more tweaks here and there and I’m done with this wing. The right one is completely battered, so that is going to take up probably the next two days.”
   She looked up at Poe and her brows furrowed in concern. He had gotten hurt. Only yesterday Poe had come back from a two-week long mission, but Y/N wasn’t able to go and see him, Commander duties preoccupied her, though BB-8 had been kind enough to alert the girl his master was “all right” but as always “nothing short of a show-off.”
   He saw the worry on her face and took her hand in his callused one. Poe still couldn’t wrap his head around how her skin was still so soft, even with the amount of work she did, whereas his own palms were littered with blisters and rough patches. 
   “It’s nothing,” he pressed the back of her hand against his lips, “I’m fine.”
   “Of course,” she pulled away from him, “you always are aren’t you?” a shy smile graced her lips.
   “Only when you’re next to me.” 
   A blush threatened to stain her cheeks, but she willed it away. He didn’t mean it. They were just friends and they had to have a laugh about something. Ignoring his comment Y/N set back to work.
   “Hey, what’s wrong?”
   “Nothing,” she pressed back. Y/N was not about to have this conversation with him. “I just have to get my baby back in working condition as soon as possible. With the way the Order is hunting us, all units need to be ready and so do I.”
   “No, no, no,” Poe once again took her hand in his, but this time, he took the wrench out of the other and pulled her a bit harder, so she had to face him. “I don’t think that’s it.”
   Y/N didn’t want to meet his gaze. Whenever she did look in those brown orbs, her legs almost turned to jelly. “If I say I’m fine, I’m fine.”
   “And I believe you, but that doesn’t there isn’t something pressing on your heart.”
   Her head hung low, as Poe took her chin gently between his fingers tilting her head up. “Love, you know you can tell me anything. And I mean anything because nothing you’ve done or said could ever make me fall out of love with you.”
   Both of them took in sharp breaths. Poe had not meant to say that. He had not meant to tell her how he’d felt, at least not in such a simple way, but now it was out there. He considered taking the words back and saying that he didn’t mean it that way, but if he was being true to himself, stalling would only make things worse, so he let it be.
   Y/N’s Y/E/C orbs stared straight at Poe, making him feel naked, but she didn’t seem angry. And as Poe was about to reaffirm his statement, Y/N turned cold. “You don’t mean that.”
   “What?”
   “What you said, you don’t mean that. Maybe as friends yes, but otherwise you don’t.”
   “And,” he gulped. He couldn’t understand where this was coming from. Had he misinterpreted the longing glances and shy smiles Y/N’d sent his way? “And what makes you think that?”
   “Because none of you do,” she whispered, her head hung once again.
   “I’m sorry love, but you’ve lost me here, who doesn’t what?”
   Y/N looked at him, eyes piercing as ice. “None of you care about me. Not like that. I’m just another conquest, just another pretty face to harass, when you’re bored.” She started making her way down the ladder. “All the flirting and compliments and flowers, it means nothing, because you don’t care for me like that, and I am not about to be some trophy to brag about to your friends.”
   Poe had made his way down the steps, but what Y/N had said made him stop dead in tracks. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I am truly sorry.”
   “Poe,” Y/N turned to face him, “why do you think I don’t date?”
   And now it all dawned on him. At first, when he had seen people like Dornan flirt with her and Y/N talk back, Poe had felt like he needed to up his game, so all the flowers and compliments or anything that he did around her, he had tried to make her see him, instead of someone else. He had not realised that this being Y/N’s everyday life would make her feel like people were just playing a game with her, Poe being one of the most prominent players. 
   “Y/N,” he slowly started making his way over to her, “you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. From the way your smile lights up the room, to the way your eyes start watering when you’re laughing too much. I love how stubborn you are, but your recklessness infuriates me to no end. You’re an incredible pilot, but shit at cooking anything that would remotely resemble food” He was standing toe to toe with Y/N, who unbeknownst to her was holding her breath. “But most of all I Iove that you would go to the ends of the galaxy if that meant protecting the ones you love.”
   “Y/N,” he cupped her cheek, wiping away a stray tear, she hadn’t noticed had rolled down, “if you let me, I will prove to you that I do truly love you. That everything I said I meant it.”
   She kept staring at him, trying to find the lies, the deceit or any glimpse of humour that he wasn’t serious when saying all that, but she found nothing. “You get one chance, flyboy,” was all Y/N managed to whisper.
   The largest grin she’d ever seen graced Poe’s lips and his eyes were so full of happiness that Y/N couldn’t help but mirror it.
   He leaned a bit closer, his eyes darting to her lips. “May I?”
   “You may,” Y/N replied as her Y/E/C glanced over his own before closing and melting into the kiss. Her fingers tangled through the messy brown mop that sat atop Poe’s head and for the first time, she felt glad to be wrong in her assumptions of a guy and his motives because as they pulled back for air, their chests heaving, she had never seen so much love in someone’s eyes. And she couldn’t help but grin.
A/N: holy shit, a post not about Cassian?! J.K. I love Poe just as much, though I seriously am on a Cassian hype train so there will be more to come. Also, I love my soft space pilot so much, like damn, I need a Poe in my life!!!
P.S. please do not repost without asking :)
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P.S.S.S I’ll probably start working on a Marvel imagine soon, it’s going to be a series, so posting might be inconsistent. 
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Make sure Nattie knows who T'challa gets his dance moves from
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lady-olive-oil · 5 years
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BSB: Chapter 7
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[THANK HANUMAN IT’S WORKING. The struggle I went through to get this out. Make sure you share it: like and critique is already appreciated. THANK YOU GUYS!] 
Warnings for the sexual encounter, will be in bold black letters leading up to the event itself. 
Warnings: sexual themes [wrap it before you tap it] & language
WC: 3.9K [I SNAPPED]
It seemed as though everything around them, seized to stop. The only noise that could be heard, was the sound of their heartbeats and gentle moans. A few soft caresses and effortless tugs on one another, neither of them wanted this moment to stop.
“It’s too quiet in there. They’re either; about to get it on or actually there isn’t anything else they could be doing.” T’Challa always knew when to stop while he was a ahead and most of the time his words come out confusing is stressful times. But then time however, the group agreed with him.
“Finally. The girls on the dance team owe me $20 each for this.” Nattie smirked gently and back away from the door.
Nakia has a mischievous look in her eyes, upon glancing at Erik.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, my love?” Arching her brow, she earned a smirk from him.
“If you’re thinking about going after Sean, then great minds think alike.” Erik pulled her close and kissed her nose.
“Exactly what I was thinking. You guys wanna roll?” Nakia asked and rallied up the troops.
“Hell yeah. We’ll catch em tomorrow.” Nattie grabbed T’Challa’s hand and headed down the hall.
Back in the room, Nefe couldn’t help but love the feeling of M’Baku touching her, admiring the way his tall stature had engulfed hers. Without a shadow of a doubt, she didn’t want to leave. He lifted her off the floor, to hoist her legs around his waist.
“M’Baku!” The squeal that left her lips, was a genuine one. His soft laugh echoed after her, keeping her back angled on the wall, continuing his tender pecks along her neck.
“Yes my love?” He let all his emotion take over and wasn’t ashamed to do so.
His lips trailed kisses up and down her heated neck, receiving compassionate praises from his love. He never thought they’d get to this point. Yet here they were; locked in a tight embrace, bodies shaking in desire and want. Never wanting to let go.
“W-we should stop…” Nefe’s voice betrayed her yearning to be closer to him as much as she wanted. As quick as road runner running away from Wil E. Coyote, M’Baku had pinned his lady against the deep red duvet on her bed.
M’Baku froze in place, glancing into her eyes as they conveyed mixed emotions. He nuzzled his hair against hers, gaining a giggle.
“Are we going too fast? I don’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with-”
“M’Baku, shhh. We can still do this, trust me I’ve been dreaming of it.” She pecks his full wanting lips gently, holding his face to convey her emotions to him.
“As have I, malkia wangu. (My love)” he whispered back before sitting up with her in his lap, holding on tight. After years of just being friends a true and honest kiss happened. One that was better than before.
“I still want you. I will always want you, yet I want to do this the right way. How about a date?” She suggested, tracing his strong jawline with her fingernails.
“A date? I have an even better idea. How about a weekend in New Orleans, just the two of us?” The tone he had whilst suggesting this spontaneous trip, made Nefe purr like a kitten in heat. She never thought she would ever get this point in time with someone she only considered her best friend. This time around she went with her heart.
“Hmm. A mini trip to Nola huh? Sounds wonderful to me, I’d love to go on a trip with you M’Baku.”
“Wait really? Truthfully?” He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. He had a goddess among men in his hands and just enjoyed the moment for as long as he could.
“Why would I lie? I may hide a few things but I’d never lie. This has been a long time coming M’Baku, and I’m going in with my heart. We’d have to take it slow.” Nuzzling into his neck with pleasant gesture, she meant every word.
“Then it’s settled. This weekend, you and me, are going to New Orleans for much...needed...getaway.” Emphasizing each word with a gentle kiss along neck, she erupted in a fit of giggles again.
“Baku! Stop it, that tickles.”
“I could listen to you laugh all day. But we must get back to our friends.”
With a delicate sigh, she nodded and shimmied off his lap, holding out her hand for him to take.
“Come on, great gorilla.”
“Coming, my Queen.”
This man did so much for her and vice versa, that she finally could see her true feelings shining through. Walking out of her room hand in hand, down towards the main foyer of the DST house, their fingers were locked in a sweet embrace. It just felt right for them
It seemed as though the party had died down, and everyone went home. Meeting up with the others at the house pool was convenient. Once everyone met up, the two were met by their group of friends, who all but seemed surprised by the two.
“Oh well lookie lookie.” Nattie grinned at them, while dusting off her silk red pj pants.
“Uh yeah. I’ll explain later, what happened to y’all?” Nefe asked with a quizzical look on her face.
Their friends had dirt patches on them in various places; a few hairs out of place, looking just rough.
“Alright I must ask this, who won?” M’Baku broke the silence and saw two hands raise up. Who did the hands belong to? None other than Erik and Nakia.
“Who was the fight with anyway?” Asked a perplexed Nefe, who rested her head on M’Baku’s shoulder.
“I’ll give you a guess..” Nattie mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Dragging the girls to the edge of the pool to just let their feet dangle in the water.
“You didn’t.”
“Oh but they did. They wiped the floor with his scrawny ass.” Nattie nodded in encouragement.
“He got knocked the fuck out!” Erik exclaimed in hysterics, still high from his recent escapades.
“Y’all are something else. Let’s just hope he won’t press charges.” Nefe pointed out as she felt a sudden change in heat by her right side.
“Y’all look cozy after all.” Okoye smiled happily.
“Mhm, too cozy. Spill it!” Nakia nugged Nefe and caused the group to erupt in laughter.
“Well we came to an agreement, a very hot agreement.” Nefe rolled her eyes and playfully hit M’Baku on his knee.
“It got quiet in there and we were worried-” T’Challa was cut off by Nattie hitting his arm.
“Y’all were by the door?! I can not believe y’all.” Nefe couldn’t help but picture her friends on the other side of the door, while softly laughing.
“But y’all did make up though right? You’re welcome.” Erik winked at Nefe and gained an eye roll, before M’Baku kissed her gently in front of them.
The whole group broke out in cheers and applause, causing the new couple to feel the heat rush to their faces.
“It may take some time to say it, but I know I feel it.” M’Baku admitted to Nefe, prompting her to hide her face in his neck.
“I know. I feel it too, don’t worry.”
“Now that’s that’s settled, what are everyone’s plans for this weekend?” T’Challa questioned as Nattie hands him another beer.
“Well, Nefe an di are going to New Orleans for the weekend. To you know, get to know each other more.” The cunning smirk that was etched M’Baku’s face was full of triumph and accomplishment.
“You don’t say? Well g’head playa.” Erik gave M’Baku a fist bump and T’Challa gave him a high five.
The girls giggled at Nefe and caused her to do the same.
He had earned his alone time with Nefe more than ever. It had been years leading up to this important weekend. From Friday to Monday, they’d be alone. In another city; in a hotel, surrounded and emerged in the love that is New Orleans. Nothing is going to ruin this trip.
“Little vacation ain’t hurt nobody. We’ll be back Monday night, right?” Nefe looked at M’Baku for confirmation.
Nodding at her with sincerity, he couldn’t get enough of how elegant she looked at this very moment. He was truly in love with how this gorgeous woman, had escaped her binds and fell into his arms. He thought he was in a deep slumber, but it was all reality.
“Make sure to take lots of pictures too.” Nattie reminded her.
“Can’t say you’ve been somewhere if you don’t take pictures.” Okoye pointed out as well.
As the height died down, the story of how Erik and Nakia got their hands on Sean was the biggest highlight of the night.
“So we just found him with Melanie, near the hookah machine right? Erik grabbed him and was like, ‘listen man. I don’t like how you’ve been treating my sister like you have.’ He was just going in.” Nattie explained
“And wasn’t having Erik be all in his face and shit either. So Sean was like ‘I don’t give a fuck. She’s my girl anyway. She’ll do as I tell her to. When you see her, tell her that a real man is looking for her’ and Erik just pushed him. Rammed him into the nearest tree and wailed on him.”  Nakia exclaimed, the group chuckled at her impression of Sean.
“Next thing we know, he was fighting him near the fountain. Driving punches to his face left and right, like Adonis Creed. Sean tried to choke him out, but with the strength of the Black Panther-” T’Challa couldn’t help but laugh too hard, while explaining his part, that it caused him to start snorting.
“He winded up holding him underwater for a few seconds, before campus security came to tear them apart. That’s how we all ended up back here, along with a warning.” Okoye finished it off with grace.
“Y’all are wild. I can’t have a moment without y’all getting into something.”
“You have M’Baku to keep you happy now hun. We can handle ourselves.”
Nattie did have a point, even when Nefe didn’t want to admit it.
“I guess you’re right. Well, we all have to get up in the morning. Gotta leave early to head to Nola, y’all have volunteer hours. Tell professor Cunningham I’ll be gone and email me the assignments. My other professors know I’ll be gone.” Nefe dusted her shorts off, before kissing M’Baku’s head.
“We’ll keep y’all posted soon enough. If Erik goes to jail, we’ll bail him out.” Nakia made a promise and Erik scoffed, laying his arm around her neck.
“Good.”
The next few hours were restless for Nefe. She could hardly sleep and it was driving her mad. After a midnight snack, double stuffed Oreos and milk, she finally drifted off into a deep slumber.
-Next Morning-
“Ok. So I got at least four outfits just in case I decide to switch it up. Along with 3 pairs of shoes, one pair of heels that go with everything. Body stuff and I’m good.” Nefe was going through her weekend bag and noted everything she had and needed.
“Come on Nefe. We gotta go! Slow as shit.” M’Baku called up from the car, which was a black Tahoe.
“Boy if you don’t quit rushing me! I’m coming damnit!”
That’s how it went on for the next hour or so on the way up. Nefe was sound asleep in the passenger, the motion of the car lulled her to sleep. With a gentle smile, M’Baku moved a braid away from her face. Admiring her facial structure and how lucky he is to have her. After calling they’re friends to let them know that they’d made it safe to their hotel, M’Baku tucked Nefe into bed.
(Warning #1: Dirty part coming up soon)
The next few days were pure joy. From going down to the French Quarter; eating jambalaya, taking in a few live jazz shows, touring the bayou and enjoy all that New Orleans had to offer.
On their last night, they decided to have a romantic dinner. Brennan’s was recommended by Nefe’s parents highly. It had an amazing view of the street with all lights glistening in the southern sunset.
The dress Nefe wore, was a sleek golden yellow bodycon dress that left nothing to imagination. The sleeves accentuated her elongated arms; the bodice stuck to her curves in all the right places and angles. Making it appear to be painted on, the ruffles made her god given assets look glorious. Her shoes, were to die for. The black heels and gold accents made her look taller than before. M’Baku wore a matching golden yellow long sleeve shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a slick pair of yellow Stacy Adams to match.
“Damn we look good, but you my love are breathtaking.” He whispered gently in her ear, as they both took a picture together in the floor to ceiling mirror. The soft gesture caused the nubian goddess to chuckle elegantly. He half of the silver gorilla necklace was tucked into his shirt, so it wouldn’t make much noise.
“M’Baku my love, this is only the beginning of what is to come if you play your cards right.” Placing a delightful kiss upon his cheek, she dusted off his shoulders from any possible lint that was caught on his shoulders.
“Oh? You see more for us from here?” He watched her drift away from, bending over to grab her clutch. Great Hanuman, he thought to himself watching her more with grace and elegance.
“Why of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Adjusting her half of the silver gorilla necklace, that was gracefully placed upon her bosom, Nefe smiled at her dear friend.
“Well, you know my secret and why I am here. You don’t want me for my titles; my notoriety, the money. What do you desire from me?” The question hung in the air as gentle as a feather drifting in the breeze. The look on her face was unreadable, then shifted to a soft one.
Caressing his cheeks with her thumbs, she looked into his eyes with sincerity. Feeling the pain of his past wash over his face. Nefe could tell that M’Baku had been severely hurt by the women he’s dated in the past. Especially Melanie, which she depicted herself that she didn’t know he was a prince. That was just the icing on the cake.
“M’Baku, my forever love, we’ve known each other for years. My views on you haven’t changed then, and they won’t now. Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean I expect anything less of you. You’ll always be my best friend no matter what, and if the timing is right maybe even your girlfriend. So on and so forth.” The way she explained made his heart flutter against his chest as he held her close.
“That makes me happy to hear you say that. Truthfully, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. Now how should I ask you to be mine?” taking her hands in his, he led her out of their hotel room, towards their car waiting for them to take them to Brennan’s.
“Depends on how you do after dinner.” with a sly smirk in his direction, M’baku was up for the challenge.
(Warning #2: Dirty part coming)
Dinner was absolutely amazing. The atmosphere; the company, the food was to die for. The icing on the cake was the dessert. M’Baku couldn’t wait to have Nefe all to himself on their king sized bed, back at the hotel.
He picked her up with ease, before getting into the elevator. Their hands were clawing at each other, for release. He hiked up her right leg around his waist and rolled his hips into hers, trailing his full thick lips against her heated neck.
“M’Baku…” Nefe groaned in a hushed tone, feeling her skin overheat in desire. Hearing the elevator ding, the two pulled apart and ran towards their room to continue their rendezvous.
Locking the door behind him M’Baku had sauntered over towards Nefe; unzipping her dress from the back. The fabric fell down her shoulders and pooled around her dainty feet. Leaving her in an all black silk and lace lingerie, that highlighted her curvaceous figure. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight of the French doors.
Facing him, she unbuttoned his yellow shirt and let it fall to the ground as well. Discarding the rest of their clothes, she pulled him closer to her body.
(Warning #3: Dirty part!!! Count to 60 or skip)
“My my. Aren’t you a sight behold. Glory to Hanuman..” M’Baku picked her up once more, pulling her into a lustful kiss that was knee buckling. Her moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear a symphony. Their actions were breathtaking even, and they didn’t come up but a few second before going back at it.
With the help of his phone, the soft melody of Floetry, Say Yes, played through the room as a soundtrack to the perfect night. Amongst other 90’s R&B jams to help set the mood.
Grinding her hips against him, he moaned against her lips, falling back on the bed between her delectable thighs. She looked down at him with a mischievous smile  but it soon shifted when he flipped them over, having him on top.
As the kissing commenced, his lips traveled down her body. Making sure no skin was unkissed or groped.
“M’Baku you tease…ohh” her breathing was heavy and wanting, it hitched when she felt his tongue upon her bundle of nerve. Tugging and sucking relentlessly, as her nimble fingers gripped the back of his neck.
Her back arched like a bow, waiting to release its arrow, just as his tongue flickered with a swiftness and dipped in her heated treasure. Making her yelp in ecstasy, his digits moved faster and faster, her hips rotated against his skillful mouth. Changing her orgasm she finally calmed down, catching her breath.
“You-you’re too good at that.”
“I’m better at other’s things as well, my queen.” Licking his fingers clean of her essence, they eyed each other like lions in heat.
She beckoned him to come closer with her hooked index finger, and he obliged.
“Are you ready, my love?” He asked once more to make sure he didn't overstep her boundaries. Her consent was important to him above of all, next to pleasing her. She nodded her head gently.
“Yes my love. I need you.” Her body shook with desire and he was going to give it to her.
He made sure that the condom was on at least 3-4 times, you can never be too careful. He positioned himself at her heated entrance, holding her hips to glide in slowly to get her to adjust. It wa obvious that she hadn’t had a man the size of M’Baku before, it showed on her heated face as her eyes closed tight.
“Look at me, I need to see the elegant faces you make when you scream out into the heavens.” his lips ghosted against hers, her muscles adjusted to his size as she pulled him down to a hot searing kiss. He was sheathed fully inside of her, taking in the warmth of her body as they rocked back and forth under the royal purple silk sheets.  
“Glory to Hanuman, you are tight.” Lacing their fingers together, placing her hands above her head, his speed increased.
The faces she made were indescribable. She kept her eyes on his like a pro, moving her hips with his in tandem. Once he let her hands go, they found purchase on his ebony skin and her nails clawed down his back. It motivated him to go harder and faster. They both earned this moment more than ever.
“Nefertiti…” He groaned out this time, and it stirred something deep within her that caused a rift. Her muscles contracted around him again, milking him for everything had.
There was a sudden empty feeling and it caused her pout. She was dripping literal honey and the scene before him caused M’Baku to grow harder. Flipping her over, her ass in the air and her face in the pillows, her expression changed quick. He slid into her again in this new position and went harder.
The noises that left her swollen lips, filled the room. Sure enough to alert their neighbors, but they didn’t care. Pushing her hips back on him, twerking a bit earned her a smack on her rounded ass.
“Shit!” She squealed and moaned again, leaning her head back. Letting her braids dance along her back, she glanced back at M’Baku like a cheetah on the hunt.
“You like that?” He whispered hotly in her ear, as he went faster. The movement she made, made him moan this time. Pure music to her ears, holding the back of his head close to her neck. They seemed to move closer by the second.
His chest was to her back, the both sat up and faced the mirror so strategically placed by the bathroom.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be squeezing you like a python right now, now would I?” Her voice was strained as her head was on his shoulder, his lips were on her neck. Their bodies moved in sync, as both their highs approached. Watching him move in and out of her, covered in her essence, made her body grow hotter.
“A python has nothing on you, cause dear god woman you are exquisite.” His rough hands squeezed her heaving breasts, pinching her nipples to get her over faster. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a handful of his ass, clutching on to him for dear life. Sweat glistening their bodies as the euphoric ambiance took over them.
His rhythm was like poetry. Drawing her in like a Shakespearean sonnet on a hot summer day. His body fit against hers like a glove, snug and secure. Wrapping his arms around her fully, turning her head to kiss her with such force and heated tension. It was now his job to be her protector, and he was willing to take on the job.
He felt her body shake, a clear sign that she was close to her release.
“M’Baku, I can't hold it anymore.” She whined, her voice strained against his lips once more.
“Let go. I’m right behind you.” He gave her the clear to let go and once she did, he followed suit. Filling up the condom as much as he could. He slid out gently, tying the condom and tossing it away.
(You can come back now!!!)
Nefe laid there in pure bliss, and closed her eyes to feel her body tingling. She was still burning and the cool sheets made it better. She snuggled up against M’Baku, once he came back from the bathroom. The sheet stayed at their waists, as the sounds of soothing R&B careered the perfect atmosphere. She traced shapes on his chest, heading his heartbeat.
“That was better than I expected.” He finally spoke.
“Better than your expectations?” The gleaming look in her eye, was a pleasant one. Kissing her head, she felt prideful and full of love. Finally, she felt as though she was a woman.
“Way better. You, my queen, exceeded them. In fact, how about a second round?” Kissing her softly, she draped her leg around his waist and straddle him.
“This time, I lead~” Kissing him back with so much love and adoration, she trailed kisses down his body in return.
“Dear Hanuman…” He groaned, and kept his eyes on her the whole time.This was going to be a long hot night.
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faangirl101 · 6 years
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6 inch/ Mitch x reader
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x reader
Summery: Song imagine of the song  6 inch  by Beyonce. Your a assassin who works undercover as a stripper, assigned to kill one of Ghosts enemies. What happens when the target ends up being hot as fuck?
Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, Violence swearing and more
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anonymous asked: HEYY! love your storiess<3<3 Could you do a story about Mitch rapp with the song 6 inch by Beyonce! And smutty! Daddy kink maybe? thank uu<3
Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
I smiled at myself in the mirror, smacking my red lips together. Damn i looked good. I take a step back, admiring my reflection. I was dressed in a slutty cop costume. It was latex and extremely tight, hugging my posture. The cop hat on my head probably required more fabric than the rest of the costume. It was extremely small. But are you a stripper, you have to dress like a stripper.  A police batch was sewed in the pocket, right next to my extreme cleavage. It feels like my entire breast were falling out. A belt was wrapped around my waist with a gun. It wasn't just probs if we put it that way. I was working undercover for my boss Ghost. He was pretty private and i've never actually met him. He gave me orders over my phone. I was undercover, and not a real stripper. Well they didn't know that. I was on a mission. The order led, to put a bullet in the targets head.
I looked down at the nodular picture in my sweaty hand. He was attractive, without a doubt. His hair was shoulder length, in slight curls. His chest brown eyes focused on another angle, not seeing the camera. His face was half covered in a impressive wild beard.I don't know what this man did, but i didn't ask. Asking questions is not my job, dispatch my victim was my job. I'm a hired killer after all. A assassin. Maybe not the best job, but it was a great way to get rid of anger. And i got paid good. I looked at myself one more time, reloading my gun. Lets kill this motherfucker.
She's stacking money, money everywhere she goes You know, pesos out of Mexico De uno, commas and them decimals She don't gotta give it up, she professional She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe Rushing through her veins like it's ecstasy, oh no She already made enough but she'll never leave
“Heya Teddy!”, i heard a high pitched southern voice chipper. I turned around at the fake name i chose, smiling to on of the other strippers. Her name was… sugar or something else cliche. She waited with hopeful eyes and i bit my lip. “Its trixie, its okay. You don't have to learn all names on your first night”, she was nice, but i didn't trust her. “Sorry Trixie”, i gave her a honest smile “what do i do now”. Trixie pushed her blonde hair behind her ears “hold ya horses now, sugah! Imma take ya under ma wings, no worry. Lets go outside! imma show ya how its done around here!”. Her almost brutal southern accent was hardly understandable but i decided to follow her. She was dressed in…. well almost nothing. A small glitter bra held up by thin strings covered her chest. Her shorts so shorts they might as well be underwear. Her entire ass hung out under the edge of them. She had a typical hourglass body with a pair of small breast. The next room was covered in red and black. Blinding dark disco lights threw shades around the room. The floor was pounding to the rhythm of the song. Pour some sugar on me, def leppard blared through the speakers. A older girl was on the stage, dressed in a black lace panties and no bra. A good amount of men stood in front of the stage, watching her hungirly.  
A old man smiled to us with broken rotten teeth. “What are two pretty young things like you doing in a place like this?”. He was disgusting, his breath stinking of strong whiskey. “Hopefully dancing for you later?”, i asked in a high pitched voice, curling a string of my hair. The old man grinned widely, chugging his irish beer glass “what's your name, love”, he winked at me licking his chapped lips. “I'm teddy. Well, we have to get going. Hope to see you under my dance”, i giggled girly as Trixie locked arms with me and started moving away. “Your a natural at this, honey!”, she fixed my hair “you don't need me as ya baby mama anymore. up and at ’em”.
She gave me a small push as i moved against the centre of the aula. My eyes searched the room, looking for my targets face. Beard, brown long hair, chestnut eyes…. couldn't be that difficult. Maybe he isn't here yet.
Suddenly i bumped into someone. I stumbled backwards, but thanks to my years of training i catch my footing again. In front of me is the old man again. Now closer i can smell his breath clearly and it smelled like death. “Oh teddy”, his eyes shamefully landed on my cleavage “care for a private dance”.
His hand reached out to touch my waist and out of pure instinct i took a step back. “sorry”, i pretended smiling shyly “i just… its my first day and i'm not really ready for that”.
His entire face fell and he shook his head. “Come on, just a little dance. I can take care of you”. All tiny bit of self control was lost and i was just about to smash his fucking face in. But it seemed like someone wanted to do the same. A man stepped in between us with his back to me. “Is there a problem here?”, his voice was strong and gave of a dangerous vibe. The older man gave the savior a dirty look “It looks like your going to start one”. Before the fight could get more violent two securitys pulled the older man away, spilling half of his beer in the process. “Thanks”, i muttered fixing my costume “if this was a real gun i would have blown that guys head of”. I dropped my character for just a second before going back to being “teddy”. The other guy chuckled and turned to me. I looked down fixing my small skirt, wiping some of the spilled out beer of it. “You good?”, he almost had to scream to drown the loud music. I smiled looking up at him. It took a good 2 seconds to recognize him. Target. Not savior. I'm here on work. I refused to break character and simply didn't let my smile falter, only grow. “Well yes, thanks to my savior”, i bit my lips and watched him follow the action “i'm not used to being the mistress in need. So what's my knight in shining armors name?”.
He looked me up and down “Sebastian hale”. Definitely not his name.
I got the right guy. “Well Seb, my names Teddy”, i weight from foot to foot. Acting may not be my best talent, but he seemed to catch the hook. As long as i was playing the new nervous innocent stripper i could get him alone and well... kill him.
“Are you sure you good?”, he asked, his eyes switching around the room like he wanted to look everywhere but on me. “Yeah”, i place a string of hair behind my ear “just… you know first day. Didn't really expect to have someone try to touch me on the first day”.
He pursed his lips together while his eyes traveled to where the old men was “get i get you anything to drink?”.
I giggled girly “please Seb, i should be serving you. Come here and let me do my job right, at least on the first day”.
He nodded and placed his hand on my lower back while i walked through the club.
I bend over the bar table, being sure to give him a perfect view of my ass and cleavage.
“Heya Trixie! didn't know you worked the bar tonight!”, i gave her one of my most realistic big smiles. She smiled at “Sebastian” before looking at me “yeah! and were allowed to drink on the job, i ain't just whistling dixie. So sit a spell, sug”.
Even if i had no idea what she just said i nodded to my target. “This mister deserve a drink”, i return my eyes to him “what you want. Some girly drink with a umbrella on top? You seem like a sex and the city type of guy”.
He snort but i can see a smile hiding under his stone face “just a beer, thanks”.
I nod to Trixie placing my tight ass on one of the chairs “you heard the man. Can you just mix Hennessy and Ace for me”.
Trixie winked at me “coming right up”. Sebastian sat next to me on the bar chair. He still seemed a little stiff, all i had to do was warm him up. I knew exactly how to do that.
She works for the money, she work for the money From the start to the finish And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar And she worth every minute She works for the money
“So Seb, what brings you to a club like this a saturday night?”, i mouthed thank you to Trixie when she handed us our drinks. He shrugged “looking for some company”.
I saw his lie right through. He was here alone, on a saturday night. He knew i was going to be here didn't he? I was glad i had a whole face of makeup on, maybe he didn't recognize me. “Well then big boy”, i sipped one my drink quietly “i'm here and i'm free”.
He smiled, his eyes meeting mine. Chestnut eyes. They left mine to look at the drink in my hand. “Isn't that a little strong for you”, i wanted to bash his fucking head in. He was no different. I was glad he was my target.  “Well what can i say”, I swiped the layer of sugar on the glass rim “strong drink for a strong lady”. He took a gulp of his beer his eyes not leaving me. I decided to mess with him. With the sugar on my finger i brought it to my mouth, wrapping my red lips around it and sucked the sugar of. I hummed around it and pretended like i didn't know he was watching. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he followed the motion of my finger in my mouth. I had him on my leash.
“you want a private dance?”, i asked watching his eyes grow double its sight.
He finished the last of his beer in a rush “yeah, sure”. I was going to mess with his head. I reached out to grab onto his hand and started leading him through the club.
I showed him where to sit when we entered the dark private room. A lap dance? couldn't be that hard could it? The song Cherry pie pounded in the background. Sexy, just be sexy.
I looked at him to see his eyes being plastered on me. He watched me like a animal watch its prey. There was something so primal about it. It spread a warmth in my stomach that i desperately tried to hold back. Fuck, did he have to me so attractive.
I started swaying my hips to the beat, my hands slipping down my curves. I tried to move my body in sync to the music, like if i was home alone and no one was looking. I hummed the melody under my breath. My hands buttoned up one button. Tease him, come on! I bit my lip, grabbing my hat and throwing it across the room. His eyes drilled my body. I knew the effect i had on him, i just had to use it. Make all women proud. Another button. I stepped closer to him licking over my lips. As smooth as i could i crouched between his legs. My hands slowly made there way up his thighs, stopping right before they reached his crotch. He groaned annoyed when my touch disappeared.
The last button was up and i peeled the skirt of my lower body. And i gave full displace on a pair of black and red stockings and a  matching thong. His eyes fell from my face to inspect my lower body. His entire face fell when he saw my legs. His entire posture in pure shock. It gave me confidence to say at least. Finally i touch him. I place myself on top of his lap, his hands automatically fall onto my hips. I was going to destroy this boy.
Stars in her eyes She fights for the power, keeping time She grinds day and night She grinds from Monday to Friday
I grind my hips against his, trying to ignore the feeling of his boner. Fuck. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, i was working. His head fell back only for a moment. “You wanna help me with his baby”, i ask, my voice out of breath. It actually sounded like i was turned on. Actually scratch that, I was turned on.
He licked his lips, looking down at my thin thong “Isn't there a no touch policy?”.
I leaned forward until our faces were centimeters apart “not for you. You wanna help me remove this costume or not”. He immediately grabbed onto my top, fingering the material, before bringing it over my head. Under it i was hiding a lace red bra. It was so much push up it felt like someone was crushing my ribcage. Sebs hands traveled up my body, along my hips, savoring every moment. “You wanna take of my bra”, i grind my hips again earning a groan. He nodded, wetting his lips. With probably years of experience he clasped it open and let it fall from my shoulders. My breast fall free from their torture, falling some centimeter from Sebs face. He licks his lips, locking eyes with me. “Can i”, he asks his hands stopping right under my breasts. Fuck the character. Fuck Teddy. I didn't have to act anymore. “Please do”, i mumble and press my body closer to his. His huge vein popping hands make their way up my boobs, grabbing onto them carefully. “Fuck”, he muttered and before i can process it he crashed his lips against mine. I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He bites roughly onto my lower lip, giving me all kinds of ideas what that mouth can do. His mouth leaves my lips to press wet kisses along my jawline. At every change he got, he sucked the soft skin and left my neck bruised with purple hickeys. I lean down to whisper in his ear “you know what the best part about this room is? its soundproof so we can be as loud as we want”. He bucked into my ass as i felt his dick straining against the fabric between us.
His dick. An idea formed in my mind. He must be good if Ghost really wants him dead, which means he's extremely trained. The only way i could kill him was if he was distracted. And when is a man most distracted? that's right, when he's getting a blowjob.
And with my mouth i could even make a assassin distracted. She fights and she sweats those sleepless nights But she don't mind, she loves the grind She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday Yeah, yeah, she gon' slang
“I wanna suck you of?”, it was more asked like a question as i looked with big innocent eyes up at Seb. He stayed quiet his lips still on my throat. “Please”, i plead and moved my hips “Please let me suck your cock… Daddy”. It was mostly to test him. His reaction was sudden as his hand connected with my ass chek in a hard slap. The sensitive skin tingled of pain, leaving with a pleasant sting. “I want your big cock in my mouth. Feed me your cum”, i couldn't believe i would ever go this far to get on my knees for a man. “Fuck, baby girl”, he growled while fisting my hair “You can't say those kind of things around daddy or he's going to cum undone. Then you don't get any cum”. I pouted and bite my lip “sorry Daddy, I just really want your cock. paint me white with your cum please”.
I slid down the floor between his legs and watched him with pleading eyes. He hurried to buckled up his pants before throwing them of. His boxers came of as fast. Fuck. He was huge. His dick was veiny, wide and long. I felt my mouth water at the sight. The head was a pretty pink and it was dripping precum along the length. I lean forward sliding my tongue along the vein. He hissed in pleasure his hand gripping my hair harder. While keeping eye contact i slowly take the head inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around it collecting the cum. Salty, not that bad actually. I begin bobbing my head, sucking hard around the length. His hand hardened their grip on my hair. Then i let his dick fall out of my mouth looking up at him. He looked at me confused while i smirked “Don't you wanna fuck my face, Daddy?”.
He groaned his hand pressing me down against his crotch again. I took the length inside my mouth. Then he pressed me down on it. I made myself relax my throat as could as i could, distracting my gag reflex. Sloppily i sucked down is dick as it hit the back of my throat every time. My salvia was mixed with his cum as it dripped its way down my crotch. The only sound in the room was the wetness of my mouth, skin hitting skin and well, Sebs groans and moans. Damn i was good. I could feel his dick swell up, realizing he was close. I began humming, sending vibrations along his sensitive member.
My name lefft his lips chanting, almost like a prayer. “Fuck”, he howled bucking into my mouth “i'm cumming baby girl”.
I didnt back down, to be truthful i only sucked harder. His dick was pulsating. Then with a pained shout he came. Loud after loud with cum spurted into my mouth. I kept his dick inside the warmth of my mouth to not miss a drop. When he softened on my tongue i pulled back with a pop. With the strength of one gulp i swallowed every load left in my mouth. It left a sharp salty aftertaste. Mostly for effect i licked him clean, watching him breathing heavily over me. When he seemed to be to sensitive i pulled back, licking my lips. Slowly i got up walking over to my costume. He didn't even notice me moving as he was coming down from his high. I took the gun from my belt with a hard grip, hiding it behind my back. “Hey Seb?”, he hummed in response. I placed myself on his lap again.
“Do you know what the best thing with a sound proof room is?”, i traced my thumb over his cheek “you can't hear the gunshot”. He shoot is eyes open and was about to grab his weapon i guessed he had in his pants next to him. But my gun was already placed on his temple. He pursed his lips together, his jaw tensed. His eyes were cold, giving me a major death glare. I smirked licking my lips “its a shame, you had a great cock daddy”.
His left eye twitched “don't call me that”. I couldn't help the giggle escaping me. I grinded my hips against his cock under me. His hand hardly gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise. But i didn't mind. Really.
“what's your name, Sebastian”, i mocked his name and rolled my eyes.
His nails dug into my hips “whats your name?”.  I reloaded my gun dramatically “sorry daddy, i don't work that way. Your the one with a gun to your head”. He grimaced a pained expression “Mitch. Mitch rapp”.
He snorted looking up at you “and i think its easy to say your name ain't teddy?”. I furrowed my brows “do i look like winnie the fuking pooh to you? of course my name isn't teddy. Its Y/n l/n, but thats baby girl for you”.
He chuckled and looked up at the gun “who do you work for?”. I shrug my shoulders “i don't know who, but he goes after the name Ghost. Sound familiar?”.
He pursed his lips again and his eyes were painted in pure hatred. Damn, my boss must have done something really bad because Mitch looked ready to kill.
Suddenly he bring his head forward, knocking my head making me lose focus. I groan and try to ignore the pain in my nose. But it's all it takes for him to grab the knife from his boot and press it against my throat. The gun in my hand is long gone and somehow ended up with our clothes in the corner of the room. I can feel my heart beating as i try to keep it under control. In the matter of a second he has me slammed up against the wall in a death grip. The knife is pressed hard against my throat, drawing some blood.
I whisper “shit” under my breath even if i know he can hear it.
“Bullshit!”, he yells, spit hitting my face “Who is Ghost? where is he?!”.
i shrug and licks my lips “i have contact over the phone, he's way to careful to let me know anything. Look, he just pay me”.
He pulled me before him only to slam me back onto the wall. “tell me one reason i shouldn't kill you right now?”. I smirk and look at his lips “you haven't tried out all my holes yet”. Ops, bad move. I get slammed one's again, this time my head getting hit pretty hard. Then he press his hand to its previous spot, bruising my hips again.
“Look i don't know? because i'm good use? because i could give you information about Ghost? your choice”, I click my tongue, acting unbothered.
Suddenly his hands sneaks inside my thong, brushing against my clit.
Oh, gonna make you feel You always come back to me Come back, come back
You couldn't help letting go of a embarrassing whimper. I look at him shocked, but he simply press the knife harder. After so long without attention, my pussy is swollen and pulsating. He press his long slender finger inside me. I was dripping, that's how wet i was. “Who made you this wet huh”, now it was his turn to click his tongue “bad bad girl”.
You buck your hips against his hand “You did, fuck, you did daddy”.
He slips another finger inside your heart. “That's what i thought”, he growled moving his fingers fast. The room was filled with the wet sound of his fingers. He used his thumb to rub my clit. I screamed out of pleasure. He added another finger, stretching you open. Then the tip of his finger turn upwards, rubbing against a sweet spot. My legs give up at the sudden rush of pleasure colliding with my body. He used his knee to hold me up between my legs, his hand and knife pressing my head up so i kept eye contact.
My entire body was shaking violently.His hand moved inhuman fast, hitting my g-spot at every rub. The familiar warmth started growing in my belly. I wouldn't be able to keep my head up if it wasn't for Mitch knife. My entire body was on fire, shaking like it was going through a seizure.”Mitch”, I used his real name without thinking about it “i'm cumming”.
He leaned forward and bit my earlobe. “Cum for me baby girl”.
My whole body fell into abyss of pleasure. The lump in my stomach was finally realized and shocked your entire body. I panted out unregonicebal sounds. I swear I saw stars, glittering before my eyes. A sweet warmth spread through every vein, leaving me exhausted in his grip. As I came down from my high I could feel him carefully laying me down on the floor.I was too tired to open my eyes.  His hand gripped my finger, probably unlocking my phone with the fingerprint. Then I heard him shuffle around with his clothes. I heard the click of the belt. Ant then he left? no wait he was till in the room. Right before he leaned over my body.I  can feel his hot breath on my face. Then he leans further down to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. Then he left.
After coming back from my high, swearing loudly when I realized that my phone with ghosts all information was gone. I got dressed in the way to tight latex cop costume. I ruffled my hair and placed the hat on top of it. When I left the room, almost everybody had gone home. Trixie was still at the bar and the second she catched my posture she waved me to her. She saw the hickeys at one's, shook written all over her features. “You took ya sweet time. And ya boy seemed to really go to town”.
I bit my lip, hiding a smirk “Yeah. yeah he really did”.
She winked at me returning the glasses to its shelf  “that boy must have really been hog wild bout ya, he left his number here”.
I grabbed the note she was holding, examining the lazy written numbers.
“Yeah. he really must have been”, I smiled fumbling with the paper in my hands.
Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
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jasonzsongs · 4 years
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DJ jason Z
Sample DJ Playlists
Soul/Jazz/Jump/Blues
Big Maybelle - That’s A Pretty Good Love  
Frankie Beverly & The Butlers - Love (Your Pain Goes Deep)
Ruth Brown - As Long As I’m Movin’
D'Angelo And The Vanguard - Sugah Daddy
Ray Charles - You Are My Sunshine
Gregory Porter - Liquid Spirit
The Detroit Emeralds - You’re Getting Too Smart
Leroy Hutson - Love The Feeling
Leon Haywood - Daydream
Marvin Gaye - Baby Don’t You Do It
Ezra Collective - Reason in Disguise (Ft. Jorja Smith)
MORE SOUL: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/soul
MORE JAZZ: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/jazz
MORE JUMP: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/jump
MORE BLUES: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/blues
50′s/60′s
The Accents - Wiggle Wiggle
Bobby Day - Over and Over
Elvis Presley - Jailhouse Rock
The Poppies - He’s Ready
Dion - Runaround Sue
Sam Cooke - Tennessee Waltz
Serge Gainsbourg - Requiem Pour Un Con
Gloria Jones - Tainted Love
The Supremes - Where Did Our Love Go?
The Rivingtons - Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow
Old School Hip Hop
Young MC - Know How
Us3 - Make Tracks
Digable Planets - Pacifics
Jeru The Damaja - Come Clean
Marley Marl - The Rebel (feat. Percy &  Tragedy The Intelligent Hoodlum)
Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle  
Heavy D - Big Daddy (Remix) Ft. MC Gruff
Whodini - Freaks Come Out At Night
LL Cool J - Rock The Bells
MC Lyte - Paper Thin
MORE OLD SCHOOL: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/Old-School
80’s
Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Prince - When Doves Cry
Kraftwerk - Musique Non Stop  
Depeche Mode - Behind The Wheel
New Edition - If It Isn’t Love
Ready For The World - Baby (Let Me Love You)
Kool & The Gang - Fresh
OMD (Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark) - Secret
Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Howard Jones - Like To Get To Know You Well
MORE 80′s: https://jasonzsongs.tumblr.com/tagged/80's
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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years
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SweetTooth
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Just a drabble of Fatgum! I’ll probably come around to expanding on it if people like it (Or inspiration hits me lol)
Fatgum x FtM Reader Smut
You never thought that you would be in this situation. Leaning against the counter of your bakery with a pro hero’s cock between your thick thighs. The sounds of soft groans and curses filled the small bakery, and you were very grateful it was late. 
“Fuck Darlin’..you’re so soft it’s amazing.” Taishiro moaned against your hair. His thick cock slowly grinding against your sex as he pressed your thighs together. You were desperately trying to ice cupcakes as you felt his cock throb against you. “T-Taishiro...Fuck”, You moan out as you feel your orgasm begin to reach its peak. “Easy, baby boy. Can’t have you messin’ up your hard work.” He responds as he lifts you up. Putting down your piping bag, he carries you into the backroom. Laying you onto the island, he kisses down your neck, large hands groping your love handles and thighs. Pushing against his chest, he leans up, looking down at you with concern. “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to go too far.” 
“NO! I absolutely want this...I just don’t want to fuck in my kitchen.” You say with a chuckle. Pulling him down gently, you kiss his cheek. “Follow me, big boy.” You say as you jump down, grabbing his hand and walking him towards a set of stairs. Although towering over you, he still followed with grace. “Don’t think I could fit in my large form through these halls sweet’art.” He says with a chuckle as he grips the doorframe, bowing his head as he entered. You smiled up at him, saying, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’re experienced fitting in tight spaces.” Smirking at you, he snatched you up, holding you in his arms like a cat he kissed under your chin. You pointed to where your bedroom was, and he kept nibbling hickes into your soft brown skin. “You smell just like ya taste, baby, sweet as honey.” He says as he lays you down on your plush bed. 
Pulling off your work pants and underwear, he maneuvers around the apron still around your neck until you’re bare underneath. Your wide hips and full chest frame the slightly stained apron. Fatgum could only stare down with admiration as he began to strip. Your face was flushed, and you squirmed somewhat under his heated gaze. He ran his hands up your plush thighs, gripping your love handles as he pulled you close. Grinding his cock against your folds, he lifts your leg up with one hand, kissing your calf as his other thumb pulls your lips wider. The head of his cock brushes against your clit, making your hips jerk up. He leans down, bringing your knees to your chest as he rubs one thick finger against your entrance. Kissing you gently, he pushes it in, groaning at your walls constricting around him. It takes all of his self-control to not go feral just yet. Your soft mewls and gasps of his name, how your tiny hands claw into his shoulders. He’s only two fingers in when you finally groan in frustration. “Damnit, Taishiro...If you don’t fuck me, I swear.” 
His chuckle in response sends shivers down your spine as he sits up. You hold your legs to your chest, spreading your lips apart for him. Slowly he begins to press the head of his cock past your entrance, pulling one breast out from behind your apron to pinch and pull at your nipple. “Fuck baby..lookin so perfect for me,” He says as he slides in slowly, gripping your breast as he bottoms out. Your thighs shiver as you watch your stomach bulge slightly from his size. He waits for your call as he feels your walls constrict around him. “Easy there, Sugah, don’t wanna break ya just yet.” He says as he rubs the insides of your thighs with his thumbs. You look up at him and nod, gently pushing against him with a whimper. “P-please, more! I can take it.”
Smiling wide, he leans up, thrusting down into your tight heat, letting go of his control. The room fills with sounds of grunts and his balls slapping against your ass. “That’s it, baby boy, taking my cock so well.~ Fuck look at you, pretty Lil thing ain’t ya.” You can only respond with soft squeals and whimpers. He only coos at you, holding your face with his hand as he continues to fuck into your heat. You feel like your floating. Between the constant stream of praise and the accurate targeting of your sweet spot, you begin to lose focus. Suddenly you’re being lifted up; Fatgum sits on his knees as he holds you in both hands, legs on his shoulders as he holds your ass. Growling, he speeds up, reaching down to rub your clit as he ruts into you. “Fuck I can feel ya clenching tighter. Gonna cum for me? God, I want you too; you look so pretty on my cock, baby.” He says as he coaxes you over your edge. Moaning so sweet yet so loud as you squirt on his cock. It splashes against his stomach and yours as he keeps going, being spurred on by your erotic display. “That’s it! Keep cummin’ fr me!” He says as he keeps rubbing your clit. Grunts and groans turn to soft whines as he lays you back down, holding you tight against him as he cums, fucking his cum deep inside of you. “Yes! Fuck! Takin’ it so well, baby!” he moans out as he comes down from his high. Pulling out slowly, he rubs the joints of your thighs, smiling down at you. “Don’t get too comfy now; we’ve still got all night.”~
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Color Struck: My Loving Day Story
Paul and me in St. Thomas, April 2017. Photo credit: Toes in the Sand Photography.
This is the story of how I, a Multiracial woman, who despite being light, bright and clearly half White, met and married the only man who never made a big deal about my complexion. It’s the story of how after years of dating brothers who were color struck with me—even married one of them—I finally got it right.
A girlfriend of mine, Sara Renée, posed this question this morning in The Topaz Club, a Facebook group for Biracial / Mixed race women of African descent. “Is a relationship considered interracial if one person is mixed with the race of their partner? Example: I’m Black and white, my fiancé is Black.”
It got me thinking about my own relationship and how I met Paul. And I have decided yes, we are an interracial couple because he is monoracially Black. This is our Loving Day Story and how I couldn’t have gotten here had I not married a man who was color struck with me.
Color Struck: Flashback to 1995
Tony* was the guy every girl wanted to be with: tall, handsome, a great smile, and very nice and friendly. With a complexion like honey, Tony was fetishized by brown-complected women. He made White women feel he was just Black enough to piss off their parents, but not so Black they were forced to confront their own biases. We met and had a whirlwind relationship and within six weeks we were engaged.
I had no idea at the time he and his family had some serious color struck issues.
At the time we met, in November 1995, I was living in Southwest Washington, D.C. in a tiny studio apartment barely big enough for my two cats, Milo and Otis, and me. I had recently lost my mother and left a boyfriend who’d been a complete nightmare—physically and emotionally abusive. After breaking up with the man I “affectionately” refer to as “Time Travel Asshole” (we’ve all met him in one form or another), I wasn’t thinking about anything serious and really had no business dating yet. I needed to reflect on what my part was in that relationship so I could be sure not to choose a guy like that again.
So when I met Tony in one of those hip and trendy coffee shops, I should have enjoyed the flirting and walked away. The next thing I knew, I was having dinner with him. Wait, where had I been heading when I met him?
Whirlwinds Never Work! Especially When the Basis of the Romance is Being Color Struck!
I’ll cut to the chase here. Tony was a nice man. He was the opposite of the Time Travel Asshole. But, we had zero in common. He was a rebound—the kind of guy a woman who’s just come out of a bad relationship, who needs a “no-strings attached, hang from the rafters, never leave the bed, insane sex.”
He was not marriage material.
So what the hell was I thinking when he asked me to marry him just six weeks after we met? I should have walked away then, but I didn’t.
Then I met his color struck family and I really should have walked away, but I didn’t.
Tony’s mother couldn’t have been more thrilled. “Oh your babies gonna look so beautiful with their light skin and pretty hair.” OMG! I wanted to throw up after she said that.
Fast forward to May 1996 and it’s the rehearsal dinner the night before our wedding. My father had flown in from France (where he and my mom had retired to in 1988). It was a small thing with Tony’s parents, his sisters and their families. It was their first time meeting my father.
Tony’s mom asked to speak with me privately in the ladies’ room. “Sugah, you didn’t tell me your father was White.” She almost choked as the word White came out.
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
“Well, yes, you weren’t honest with us,” she responded.
“What difference does it make whether I am light complected and both my parents are Black, or whether my parents were different races and I am the complexion I am? Why is complexion such a big deal in your family?” I paused. “Why are you all so damn color struck? And if you’re lighter than me, doesn’t that mean you have a White parent or grandparent? I am not sure what it means but it definitely means there’s a lot of mixing on both sides of your family.”
“No, honey, my family has proudly maintained this light complexion by marrying other light complected people on both sides for generations.”
My jaw was dropping.
“What’s your mother?” Tony’s mother asked me. Her eyes were intense and narrowed. She was genuinely angry.
“Black and Japanese,” I said.
“Japanese? Excuse me? You mean to tell me you’re not even half and half?” she asked me.
My parents, circa 1986. They were married 7 years before the Loving vs. Virginia decision to ban anti-miscegenation laws.
“How did you think I got this light complexion? If my mother was only Black and my father White, don’t you think I would be darker than I am? I can’t believe I am having this conversation with you the night before I am going to marry your son and be married into your … family.” I felt dizzy and nauseated. I nearly fainted. It’s not at all how I imagined my life turning out.
“Oh sugah, image how we feel! We will never truly be able to welcome you into the family. Who knows what my grandchildren will look like now?”
I went to one of the stalls and threw up. I left the restaurant and walked home—five miles. I needed to be alone.
  Don’t ask me why but the next morning I got up convinced I had to go through with this wedding. I committed to him and we were going to do this. And we were going to fight this insanity—as husband and wife. I dug my heels in.
When his family showed up to the church, they couldn’t have been more disrespectful. They sat in the front pew and all of them wore black and dark glasses during the entire ceremony. What was this to them, a fucking funeral? During the reception nobody in his family said more than five words to me, and whatever they did say was rude.
There’s Only So Much of These Color Struck Shenanigans a Girl Can Take
During the reception, I pulled Paul—Tony’s best man—aside. I asked him what this color struck shit was. “Oh, Tony’s family has been like that since we were kids. Tony once had a girlfriend who was the complexion of Maya Angelou and they used to call her Sheronda that Black A$$ N*****er! They could never say just her name when they talked about her.”
What had I done? Why had I gone through with it? I hadn’t met anyone like this before. I knew White people who were racist against Blacks and even Blacks who had serious distrust of White people, but I had never met people of color who were so color struck to the point where my having a White father was a problem, or where my new husband’s ex was considered too dark. This was all such a new and upsetting experience for me.
There was never any marital bliss for Tony and me. Six months into the marriage I saw his family less and less frequently, and the few times we saw each other, things usually turned ugly quickly.
Not long after we were married, Paul had started having problems with his girlfriend. He called the house to talk with Tony about it, hoping he could shed some light. Or maybe Paul just needed a male shoulder to cry on.
As soon as Tony would see Paul’s number come up on the caller ID, he’d say, “You pick up. You’re better at this stuff than I am.”
  At one point I confided to Paul that Tony was staying out a lot and that I had suspected he was cheating. Paul hadn’t believed Tony capable of cheating and he kept encouraging us to try and work it out. Paul suggested we move out of the area—get some distance from his family.
  I called my father to talk with him about it. He told me he was so sorry but that he’d always thought I’d married the wrong man. “Your mother would have loved Paul! Have you ever thought about dating him?”
We ended our conversation and he had me thinking. That night I told Tony I wanted a divorce. There were no fireworks. He didn’t ask why or even beg me to stay. I moved out a few days later and found a group house with three single women. The house was perfect for Milo, Otis and me—and my new single girlfriends.
Tony and I divorced nearly a year to the day we had gotten married. No drama and in truth, we parted on good terms. Then two things happened.
First, Tony admitted he’d father a child with his ex-girlfriend—the one his family used to call “Sheronda that Black A$$ N*****er!” Their child was due in just a couple of weeks, which meant my suspicions were right. He’d cheated before I asked for a divorce.
I actually felt genuine happiness for him. I suspected he’d always loved Sheronda and maybe this would be what he needed to live his life and not his family’s.
Second, Paul admitted he’d been in love with me since before I married Tony. This, you can imagine, was slightly awkward. Not that I wasn’t attracted to Paul. I was, but I was concerned what people would think—particularly Paul’s family.
On Thanksgiving Day 1997, several months after my divorce was final, I met Paul’s family. One of the first things I noticed was that their family—like mine—spanned the rainbow.
Both parents were Black, but like so many in the United States, due to miscegenation, his mother was even lighter in complexion than I am. His father was very dark in complexion, and Paul and his sisters’ looks reflected this mixing.
Paul’s family knows how I met Paul but until now, only four or five other people outside his family knew how we met. It’s not that we’re ashamed, but you know how people can be.
So why am I sharing this story so openly? As Paul and I are a few months away from being together for 20 years, married 16 and a half those years, people can think what they want, but clearly my father was right—I had married the wrong man the first time.
I have since corrected that mistake.
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  *For obvious reasons, I have changed my ex-husband’s name.
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