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butchbarneygumble · 3 years

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Got tagged by @lucky-lacmac ! I always grasp the chance to talk about my comfort characters so HERE GO They vary depending on hyperfixations so I'm going with what comes to mind rn and thus they're not numbered wheeeeeee Prohyas Warrior (Mighty Magiswords)

I just. I was just smitten by this guy from day one. I was in Florida, caught the first episode on TV. Wasn't too enticed by the show yet, but soon found myself dreaming of the characters. Gave it more of a chance when I was back home, and eventually got way too into it and it moved from Background Noise to Hell Yeah I Love You!!!! The show in general brings me so much joy but something about Accordion Man just... speaks to me. He insist he's manly and has a killer bod, but he's also openly fond of cute things like dolphins and lil bugs and is super motherly. I just love when characters defy gender expectations. And I love his design, his attitude, his voice, the sense of humour he brings, and that hair, man. That hair Sends Me. He's probably one of the reasons I dyed my hair blue.... not to mention both he and Vambre are just unapologetic manchildren who just try to have fun with their job and adult life. I really relate to that and wish CN would do more cartoons about that. I'm tired of children protags jhckgfgs

honestly every character in this show gets comfort character vibes from me (just please give vambre a break with the hornyposting she deserves so much more) and the fact it has like no fandom at all is criminal

Conker (Conker's Bad Fur Day)

Imagine if you will, I was 6 years old or so when Bad Fur Day released. I had no knowledge of it until my dad bought it for himself from the bargain bin in a local Intertoys that is now gone. Playing it through a bit (sneakily) my mom caught me JUST at the moment he threw up during the opening cutscene. I cried out of secondhand embarrassed, mom consoled me and it went into storage until I was 13 Then I found footage of the Great Mighty Poo on Youtube and snuck in that damn game again. Now, I had actual knowledge of English and as a teenager, the concept of an adult game was just very exciting. I fell in love with Conker, but in a different way a lot of people do. I see him as a normal guy who's just having a really weird day and his greed ruins his life. It's poetic, and I want to hug him a lot. But also slap him for being a little shit. He was there for me in my strange teenhood, when I was exploring adult subjects when I probably shouldn't, but it's been good all the way through. Probably my gateway into the furry fandom as well. As an adult I find myself enjoying the non-edgy stuff more - and it reflects in the fan material I produce of Conker. He is still very important to me and I love him a lot.

Barley Lightfoot (Onward)

Rarely was there ever a character I could point at and be like "me." Girls in animation were always just... There, or very girly to a point I couldn't see myself in there. Surprise, surprise, Renée, you're not even a girl!!! Barley is one of those characters that I saw myself in. I do not have a sibling, but sometimes do wish I had one - and live vigorously throughout media portrayals of them. He is me as my best self - supportive, loud, clumsy, outwardly scary but otherwise just trying to do the right thing. He's one of those "Do I want to date you or do I want your gender" types. Ian is a good boy too ofc, but Barley to me is especially personal. His choice of fashion and body shape, right down to his big jawline, I feel mirrors myself. However, where both Lightfoot bros shine is that I share the experience of having "half a dad".

When Barley and Ian were going through the underground river and he was talking about the last memory of his dad, I saw me. I cried buckets. My dad was diagnosed with ALS somewhere around when I first read about Onward's development, and when I saw it with him he was already paralyzed and wheelchair-bound. He was smiling all the way through. Fergy Fudgehog (Viva Piñata)

Lilshit. Absolute trash animal. Why do I love you so much? I dunno. He's kind of awful. Whereas originally characterized as a scaredy-cat who hated the idea of parties, he eventually got flanderized into a nasty little so-and-so who would sell his own adoptive brother if it meant he could get a snack out of it. When he's not that, he's a whiny manchild. Yet he entices me. His colour pattern, and my fondness for hedgehogs... him making weird noises a lot. I like him enough to have had a role play account for him for a while that's still around!! Sometimes you don't know why you like a character and that's okay.

Luigi (Super Mario Bros) Mario (Super Mario Bros)

When I was 12 I first got into Mario. And I don't mean playing the games and enjoying them, but actively into the characters, lore, and stories... for as much as you can say Mario has story. Mario and Luigi are just such pleasant looking characters. They shouldn't be cute but they are. They were my first crushes and recently I've gotten back into it and I'm just here for it. Mario and Luigi are cute and I should say it!!!!!I legit find them attractive, physically and mentally. Also shipping Luigi with Peasley gives me happiness and I hate teenage me for having bad taste and hating it.

Donkey Kong Diddy Kong Dixie Kong

Donkey Kong is the Absolute, the Eternal. He has always been there in my life, and so have his games. Something about that ape makes me feel comfortable and happy and I just want to hug him. I love the lore of the games, the aesthetics - toony-yet-realistic, and it influenced the HELL out of my own art style. Donkey Kong is just a Cool Soft Gorilla who WILL kick ass. Diddy and Dixie were also super influentual to me. DKC2 is one of my most favourite video games, starring two of my most favourite characters, and my favourite aesthetic... though, in a fun case of chicken-and-egg situation, I dunno if my love for pirates came from DKC2 or other way around. Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)

Babby's First Gender Envy When Lars' entire arc happened, I was in college, constantly trying to discover myself. I enjoyed the character before the arc but the arc just elevated my love for him to the stars. He's just a fella, so nervous about what other people think about him... later in the show you get an insight on why he's like that. Then, he's dragged to space, forced to confront his emotional constipation, Fuckin Dies trying to save his new friends, and is brought back to life as a badass pink space zombie. Something about that just vibed with me super strongly. And how Steven always saw the good in him even if he bullied him. I love him so much. I love them both. That's the main ones! I tag whomever wants to do this I'm bad at tagging jdkfghjd

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Twenty Five. Part 2

Smiling down at Robyn, I feel so fulfilled. I can’t even comprehend this feeling, nobody understands this because she left and I never got this moment and now I have “I feel so complete you know, I got to go to prom with you” placing my hands on her butt “why is it I have a feeling that this would have been the moment?” Licking my lips smirking “huh, what moment? Little miss nasty?” Robyn smirked as she placed her hands on my chest “you know damn well what I mean but thank you. This has been the best thing that has happened to me, I feel so much in love with you. Thank you for being the best man, you have been so supportive of me and I can’t fault you for that, I know I have been annoying with things but thank you” shaking my head “not annoying, it’s understandable” pressing a kiss to her forehead, I grinned looking down at Robyn as she put her head down “don’t cry” I said in a whisper “you know I got you, I love you so much” I hate when she cries “forehead kisses, you being like this is making me emotional. You’re the best” I chuckled, the song ended and so did Robyn’ and I little bubble, taking in a deep breath “woo” my friends clapped their hands “y’all some goofy niggas, y’all done making things all mushy?” Shaking my head, holding Robyn’ hand “I got my prom night, I ain’t a heartbroken nigga anymore” Barry dapped me “I am super happy for you both, this was needed for you both. Chris never got over this, I think his life was never the same when you left” Barry can stop now “I think the next time we going to see you both like this is when you both getting married” raising an eyebrow “marriage, you are putting that in the air” they crazy “you are so whipped Chris’ it’s actually sickening, you don’t even realise how sickening you are. But here we are, I’m happy for you both. Y’all leaving now” TJ winked “I ain’t that whipped, it’s just nice to do that” Barry groaned out “who the hell does this for anyone? You are so whipped, oh my god” rolling my eyes “picture guys!” Tina said, turning to Robyn “let me fix ya crown queen” Barry made gagging sounds “this nigga is a whole lie” hitting Barry in his stomach, Robyn stood to the side and I stood behind her “oh we are going old school” Tina took the picture of us.

Chewing on my bottom lip watching Robyn just posting on Instagram, I want to devour this girl so badly. She is looking like a whole meal “I wrote this, my baby surprised me. I went back to school and had our prom and become prom queen and king, I don’t deserve him. He’s made me the happiest girl in the world” I cooed out “thank you poppa” pressing a kiss to her lips “you deserve it, you uhm ready to go now” I ain’t pushing but I want to go “yeah of course, I just can’t believe it. You really did this, what made you do it? Like seriously? You do nothing if you aren’t pushed so why?” Rubbing the back of my neck smirking “you’ve have a pretty shit time Robyn, and I feel like it’s made you close off a little. I wanted to open that heart of yours again, I feel we both can let life get between us and I hear you, I see you are feeling like I would stray away because I was at Diddy’ party, I get it but also you should get me and know I would never. The girls weren’t you; they are just plain fake. I want the real and that is you, and I wanted to do something nice for you and look at that smile” Robyn stared at me in awe, she is happy, and I like that “let’s go, Tina I’m going now. I will call you once we are ready to go back home” Robyn rushed to Tina, a spring in her step which to me verifies she is going to be ready for tonight.

Robyn is doing the most, she can’t stop posting “again?” I said laughing “how can anyone say our love ain’t real? Look at us, I mean I look terrible, but we look as one, they say when someone is your soulmate you start to look like them, I think it’s true. Your forehead is coming out” placing my hand over my forehead “I’m joking but they do say it but thank you for today. Your mother said my son is up to no good and I said how do you know that? You can’t just say that and not back it up and she said because you had a grin that is saying you are up to something when you left and look at that. I can’t wait to be married and just take you off the market” I smiled nervously “marriage huh? You don’t need to take me off anything, I’m yours and I have made that clear but doing what I did for you. You know, I was there, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t look because I did but it gave me nothing, girls tried to speak to me. They are the ones hitting me up, they are for cheating and they want to do these things to me but it’s me, it takes two to cheat Robyn and I ain’t that, on god I’m not” Robyn smiled lightly “love you my heart” Robyn rested against me, she is pleased with my answer I am assuming “just that you know there is other girls with bigger boobs than me, bigger ass than me, a nicer body than me. Probably give better head because I don’t really do that, you know?” resting my chin a top of her head “you are so stupid sometimes, they can shake their titties all they want. I got you, they all fake. How can one be so like this? You are literally wanted by every man” it’s crazy to think that “because men see me has a fuck. I just want to know my man will want me and my small titties, you know” I chuckled “forever my love” she is so silly at times, I think she overthinks things too much.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I feel so giddy about all of this “you know what Chris, I have had a pretty horrible time and I feel like I wouldn’t have got through this without you. I would be stuck in my blackhole, I am doing this because of you. I am being me because you make me feel this way, I thank you so much Chris. And today, I swear you have made me the happiest. You have been there for my downs; you have seen me at my worst. You have cleaned me, cuddled me. Thank you so much” she is being too sweet “stop it, get off the elevator. This is what a man does, I am doing it because I love you” Robyn walked off the elevator “I do not deserve you at all, I swear I don’t Chris. You are the sweetest soul. I love you” grabbing the key card from my pocket “I love you more twin” inserting the key card in the door “ladies first, sexy ladies first” I added “thank you daddy” holding the door open for her as she entered “what?” she breathed out “those fake candle lights still on?” peaking through the door “Christopher, poppa” I have really hit the jackpot, I just know it “follow the path” touching Robyn’ butt as she made her way into the room but then it just hit me, this looks like a proposal like this is wild I have done the most about all of this, I mean marriage. That can wait, it has to wait but I cannot do it now “I am so in love already” walking behind Robyn and up the steps, this deadass looks like a proposal, I am dumb.

“Oh my god son son is here! He is waiting for us!” I chuckled making it up the steps, grinning wide seeing the bed with the heart shape with roses “this is beautiful, I am so speechless. When I said I can’t help you, it’s like you know but you hate doing it. I love you poppa” placing Robyn’ bag on the floor of the room, I know the air in the room has changed, licking my bottom lip. I can feel it, I feel it so bad and I know Robyn does too. Robyn turned to me “uh yeah, how about you pop open that champagne” this is dumb, like I am dumb because the fuck. Did I just shy away from sex, this is some shit. I am feeling nervous, that is it. not nervous in a bad way but like feeling all giddy inside. Clearing my throat making my way around the bed “elephant in the room” Robyn said “huh” looking over at Robyn dumbfounded, the bottle popped open “you got some good hands on you ma” I admitted, she really do “I know how to work my shit Chris” licking my lips laughing “I can see that” Robyn grabbed the glasses and made her way over to me “elephant in the room Chris, I know you feel it, I feel it too” taking the glasses from Robyn “feel the love? Yes I do” Robyn poured the champagne “that too but don’t play dumb with me” clearing my throat again, my throat is dry, Watching Robyn turn away to place the bottle down “for you princess” holding out her glass “here is to us, to our future” we clinked glasses, our eyes never left each other as we drank from the glass, oh this is going to happen tonight, and I am so ready for it.

This feels like our first time, the first time at the hotel room. Touching the corner of Robyn’ face and brought it close to me. Robyn closed her eyes, exhaling a deep breath “Chris” she whispered when my breath trickled down the side of her neck. I nibbled at her skin, earning a small moan from her. My left hand at her waist, and my right gently touched her lips with my finger and dropped my head until our foreheads touched. Lowering my head and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. Robyn leaned in closer and deepened the kiss, she pushed her tongue against my closed lips, urging them to open. Our tongues tangled and the heat between us was just beginning to spark to life, instantly I felt the urge hit me. I want this woman so bad, our breathing hitched, and Robyn tugged at my top to take it off. Pulling my top over my head, Robyn was quick to start pressing kisses to my chest, she missed me, she missed my touch, and I can tell she has. Robyn pressed kisses upon kissed on my chest and then she nibbled on my nipples, my breathing hitched, she hasn’t ever done that to me and that felt good. She continued to kiss my chest and made her way down, making sure to kiss on my navel, she has really got me feeling a type of way under her spell. I was going to let her continue but it’s me, I want to make her feel good. She managed to unbuckle my jeans before I picked her like it was nothing and placed her on the bed “son, son can’t see this Chris. Move him” of course she would remember that damn bear, grabbing the bear and throwing him to the chair in the corner “be nice to him, he better not be able to see” shaking my head “never, it’s good” she is funny, she need to quit thinking of that bear.

I nibbled my way down her body, first stopping at her breast and tracing the tip of my tongue around her nipples. Robyn’ body arched, and she released a throaty moan, leaving her breast I kissed my way down to her belly button, circling my tongue over it. Continuing pass her panties, I kissed her inner thighs. I smirked moving back from Robyn’ centre, I know she is not happy thinking I ain’t giving her pussy the attention it deserves. I took her feet in my hands and began to massage them. Sitting up on her elbows she watched me apply deep pressure to the sole of her foot before rubbing down to the heel then back up again. Staring at Robyn, my eyes never leaving hers as I started kissing her feet. I started slow, moving my lips around her foot, occasionally sticking my tongue out to lick various spots. My intention is to please her; bring her immense pleasure. I kissed each toe on both of her feet and Robyn shuddered. Using my thumbs to create a circular motion, Robyn is completely taken aback when I pulled one of her toes in my mouth. Placing her feet back on the bed, Chris kissed her ankles with an intense look in my eye. My lips moved further up her legs, Robyn bucked her hips in response to me finally pulling her panties off, her sex was free and throbbing to be tended to.

Once we were both naked, I positioned myself over her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss “open your legs” I whispered against Robyn’ lips “wider” I groaned, unsatisfied with the limited access she initially gave me. I used two fingers to stroke her clit when she finally spread her legs for me. He swallowed every whimper that left her mouth, still finding the sounds she made during sex to be the sexiest thing on this earth. She is so swollen and wet, her heat dripped down my finger. Her body curled and she bent her legs back to the point where her knees almost touched her chest when I plunged two fingers inside of her. I slid them back and forth, waiting until they were completely soaked with her moisture before pulling them from her centre with the biggest smirk on my face.

She is more than ready for me and I needed to be inside of her. Entering Robyn slowly, I let out the biggest sight of relief, I wanted to turn Robyn onto her stomach, but I wanted Robyn to be looking at me, it’s been a while and it’s nice to see my wife. Sliding inside of Robyn, her breathing stopped momentarily while the feeling of me inside of her shook through her body. I slid in and out of Robyn at an agonizingly slow pace. Robyn wrapped her arms around shoulders, it reminded me of the very first time we had sex which was the best sex I generally really has. I wanted to prolong the moment and savour the moment, kissing Robyn’ shoulder but Robyn didn’t waste no time as she bit my shoulder instead of exhaling out a moan “fuck” Robyn breathed out into my ear, her hips moving against mine at the same time creating friction. My pace quickened and each thrust became deeper than the last, my fingers gripping onto her waist a little deeper then before. I yanked Robyn’ arms from around my shoulders and stretched them out in front of me. Grabbing on to her wrist, I pinned her down on the mattress just above her head and slammed my hips into her harder. She cried out and her screams growing louder and louder as I kept pushing in deeper and deeper, rolling my hips in at an angle until I filled her.

Panting out as I leaned down to Robyn, our lips touched but neither moved to fully connect them together and form a kiss, we simply inhaled the others breath. Robyn wanted to throw her head back, she wanted to close her eyes and cry out as her body felt close to bursting into flames, but she couldn't bring herself to break the eye contact she held with me. I know she is close; she is so close. Staring into her hazel made my heart feel heavy in my chest, the love I hold for her, I want her forever. She inhaled deeply, her body clenching around me; unwilling to let him go. we both were in a trance, our hunger for one another. Her inner muscles gripped me tighter and my body reacted before my mind could comprehend the sensational feeling. The weight of my body pressed Robyn deeper into the mattress. She bucked her hips up to meet mine and I moaned out her name. When Robyn finally exhaled, my lips captured hers and I sucked the breath from her body. I moved in and out of her slowly, timing my strokes just right, I ensured that we experienced our orgasm at the same time. Our moans were louder than the thunder booming outside of the window as our bodies meshed and we came together. We remained connected, our gaze is so heavy.

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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Moonshine

A/N: I’m inspired by @justanotherloveaffair and her ability to write beautiful smut. This is my attempt to emulate the master. Enjoy some Sunday filth.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 4k

Audio from Beyonce’s Coachella set kept your attention as your younger sister, Tiana, applied a light dusting of contour to the perimeter of your face.

“Get that double chin, girl,” you instructed. “I still have five pounds of hungry weight to get rid of before I can get to the baby weight.”

“Hush, T! You look good. Now you finally have an ass and some to hold up your jeans.”

Tiana dodged your playful attempt to her arm before she returned to your makeup. Despite the self-deprecating jokes, with some help from your husband and personal trainer, you’d learned to love your new body. You were far from the slim figure you sported in throughout your early years, but you appreciated the changes that came from bringing two humans into the world.

“May I ask why you and Chadwick are getting dressed separately? Is something wrong? Do I need to call Daddy?”

You chuckled at her rapid-fire questioning and shook your head, “No, TiTi, nothing is wrong. We’re, um, setting the mood.”

“Gross. I didn’t wanna be part of y’all’s freaky escapades.”

“Too late. You’re an accomplice to the murder of this pu-”

“Lalalalalala! I can’t hear you,” Tiana exclaimed, dropping the fan brush she was using to walking away and search for the setting spray in her kit. “I can’t even believe I’m asking this, but what mood are you setting?”

“I suggested we spice things up, you know. A little role play ain’t ever hurt nobody.”

“Please, spare me the graphic details.”

Rolling your eyes, you caught a glimpse of the message from “Ashy” flash across your screen. Like Micah when she’s promised ice cream, you jittered in your seat. The thought of your plan leading to some passionate, no kids around sex was the most exciting thing to happen in your life in months.

“It’s not super graphic,” you explained. “It’s only a little ‘pretend we don’t know each other double then go home and fuck like college students’ role play.”

Tiana’s dramatic gag made you double over in laughter. “Mama always said you ain’t listen. I bet he just sent you something nasty.”

“See, I wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you did, let’s see what we got from Daddy.”

“Don’t ever call him that around me again.”

“Anyway,” you giggled, “He said, ‘We’re excited to see you later.’”

“We? Who is we?”

The attached images sent in invisible ink kept your mouth closed, mainly to stifle the moan tickling the back of your throat. Looking over your shoulder, Tiana caught a glimpse of what had you so preoccupied.

“Oh my God, do not open that while I’m standing here! This is like hearing mom and dad have sex that one time!”

“Are you comparing your brother-in-law and me to senior citizens? I’m offended.”

“Then you’ll just have to be offended. You’re old now, and Chadwick feels like my blood brother. I never want to hear about y'all's sex life.”

A long pause as she applied your lashes kept the room silent until you decided to speak. “You wanna know how it turns out, don’t you?”

“Girl, yes! If it works, I’m definitely stealing that idea for Nate and me!”

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Getting dressed for an event was always a long production for you, but nothing could compare to preparing yourself for the red carpet at Diddy’s annual white party. The lavish event almost always featured a day party with Hollywood’s elite in attendance. This year, the hip-hop mogul decided to switch things up. Instead of a day party, the event was moved to the evening to accompany the theme for the year, the Roaring 20s.

Standing in the mirror, you looked at your ass over your shoulder while twisting your hips. The custom Valdrin Sahiti gown fit your curves in all the right places while providing ample room to twerk and bounce as you saw fit. The bright lights in the hotel suite made the dress twinkle like a brand new diamond, adding to your confidence. Your face was beat, your wig and headpiece were secure, and your shoes were the perfect balance of stylish and comfortable. The only thing missing was your man.

An hour-long drive to the mansion that inspired the Great Gatsby gave your mind time to wander to what would happen during the evening. It felt like you were preparing for an actual first date, except it was with the man that had been in your life longer than most people. Still, the thought of “meeting him for the first time” kicked up nervous energy that you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. For Chadwick, a glass of whiskey and a three-way conversation with both brothers before leaving the suite he was using to get dressed calmed his nerves enough to convince him that carrying a flask to a party full of alcohol was a good idea. By the time the chartered car pulled in front of the opulent venue hosting the event, Chadwick was loose and ready for a good time.

Red carpet pictures for both of you were filled with questions from reporters about where the other one was. Deciding that it would be too weird to discuss your intentions to role play throughout the party, smiles and waves spoke for you. You were sure there would be a headline that all but confirmed your divorce, but it didn’t matter. They would see you making googly eyes at your man on the way out and change their tune while you raced back to the hotel to get what your body folded into a human pretzel.

Stepping inside the mansion opened up a world like no other. A host of famous faces covered in expensive fabrics moved and mingled in the expansive space, freeing themselves from whatever problems they had before coming inside.

“Tasha, girl, you look good,” you heard from behind you as you leaned over a railing to search for Chadwick for what felt like the hundredth time. Turning around brought you face to face with Jemele Hill and her boyfriend.

“Me? Girl, you! How you been?”

“Working and pissing off these old white men. The usual,” she laughed. “How are things with you and the family? I see you pulled up here alone.”

“The family is good. The kids are great, and Chadwick is doing well.” Your decision to ignore the latter portion of her sentence was not lost on Jemele.

“Oh, so you just gon’ not say anything about the last part, huh?”

“He’s here. Between you and me, we’re playing a little game. Consider it foreplay.”

“Oh, really,” she asked, looking over your shoulder with a smirk. “Looks like the other player is ready to get the game started.”

“Wha-” A warm hand on the small of your back and the scent of his familiar cologne alerted you to the presence you’d been looking for since the party began.

Jemele offered a silent smirk and nod before walking away to greet other party goers. After taking a deep breath, you turned to face Chadwick for the first time all night.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” He greeted with a broad smile and a confident aura that took your breath away. Running his fingers down your arm to reach your hand, he lifted your knuckles to his mouth to brush his lips across them. “I’m Chadwick.”

“I-I, uh, I’m...I have no idea who I am right now. Damn, you look good, baby.”

“Co, you ruined it,” he laughed, pulling you close to peck your lips.

“I’m sorry! Dammit, I was supposed to say my name, huh?”

“That’s usually how those conversations go.”

“But these conversations have never involved a man as fine as you. Turn around so I can see you.”

Taking a step back, Chadwick allowed you to hoop and holler as he gave you the full scope of his outfit. Using Quick from Harlem Nights as a style reference, Chadwick dazzled in an updated version of the classic choice. The white blazer and shirt contrasted his brown skin beautifully, complementing the black bowtie, pants, and shoes that went with the look. A red rose on his lapel, and an ornate pocket square tied the look together. You almost felt underdressed standing beside him.

“What you smilin’ at, girl?”

“You look so good! Is this the day my husband outdresses me at an event?”

“It might be,” he chuckled. “You look amazing, Sunshine. I saw you when you walked in, and I couldn’t even focus on the conversation I was having.”

“So, I make you lose focus? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Chadwick’s eyes twinkled with mischief before he spun your body around to direct you through the crowd.

Returning his hand to the small of your back, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Enjoy it now. You’ll be the one losing focus when we get back to the hotel tonight.”

A high pitched squeal of excitement left your lips, making him laugh. For the remainder of the night, no matter what was taking place at the moment, whenever your eyes would land on your man, anticipation made your body hot to the touch.

You watched him move around the room like he owned the place, waiting for the signal to head to the door. Every dance resulting in your ass being pressed to his crotch was torture, and he knew it. Inconspicuous nods to the door only made him want to stay longer to draw out your excitement for what was waiting for you on the other side of room 1405. But, as the party continued and the shots of “moonshine” were passed around, you noticed Chadwick morphe into a version of himself that you hadn’t seen since both of you were much younger.

The more the alcohol was introduced to his body, the more loose and carefree he became. Carefree turned into uncharacteristically loud and handsy, making you worry about what was to come.

Pulling him aside, you cupped his face in your hands to get a look at his eyes. Sure enough, Chadwick’s drooping lips did little to hide his red eyes.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” you deadpanned. “Let’s go. I’m not babysitting you through a hangover in the morning.”

“I’m fine, Sunshine! We’re having fun, right?” His arms circled your waist as he dipped his head to kiss random places along your jaw.

Alcohol mixed with his natural scent, creating the smell that you hoped would be intertwining with yours in a moment of sensual passion. It was clear that the only action you would see tonight was a 200-pound man smothering you under his weight for ten hours.

“You’re having too much fun. It’s time to tell your friends goodbye.”

“You look so cute when you’re mad at me.”

“You haven’t seen mad yet, Aaron. For the last time, let’s go. You’re one shot away from stumbling out of here and embarrassing yourself. These shoes are too cute to be dragging your heavy ass.”

“Those shoes are cute, baby. Did I buy those?”

“Get yo’ ass outta here, nigga,” you scolded Chadwick through gritted teeth, adding a hit to his arm with your clutch.

You sent a silent prayer to God, asking him to grant your inebriated spouse the strength to pull it together long enough to make it out of the building with no major mishaps. Channeling the sober actor deep inside, Chadwick made a clean exit, but not without sneaking one last shot when you weren’t watching. The last shot would prove to be the dagger.

Riding back to The Peninsula hotel was a task as both of fought to prevent Chadwick from ending up on TMZ the next morning.

“Drink the water, Chadwick,” you whispered through pursed lips. “If you throw up in this car or on me, I am going to call your parents.”

“I’m trying, Co. I feel like I gotta -.” His sentence was cut short by a loud dry heave, startling the driver.

“Is everything okay back there? I can stop if you need me to.”

“He’s fine!” Your answer was a little too cheery and obviously a lie. “Please, no matter what you do, do not stop this car. Get us back to the hotel as quickly as you can and pull up to the back entrance. I can handle it from there.”

Chadwick managed to hold in the consequences of his rapid alcohol consumption until he reached the hotel room. The moment his expensive oxfords hit the plush carpet of the hotel suite, the race to find a nearby receptacle was on. From the small kitchenette, you watched with an annoyed stare while he hurled into the first trash can he could locate.

“Baby, help,” he whined from his spot on the couch. His body sagged against the couch to match his disheveled appearance and crestfallen expression. His eyes, round as saucers and pleading for your attention, were almost too hard to ignore.

“Hell no. I told you to slow down, and you didn’t. Suffer. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

Over his shenanigans, you retired to the bathroom to take off your wig and wash off the night before stretching across the bed naked to mourn what could have been. The idea to masturbate the pain away was fleeting, leaving you to scroll through social media feeds until you were tired.

Chadwick followed your lead soon after and took a shower to forget about the evening’s events. He knew he shouldn’t have gone that hard, but when the drinks are flowing and the vibe is right, it was hard to turn down a shot or ten.

After allowing the shower water to wash away his sins and begin his descent to sobriety, Chadwick entered the bedroom with his shoulders slumped.

“I never want to drink like that again, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry to me,” you answered without turning to look at him. “Be sorry to yourself. You knew your old ass didn’t need that much liquor.”

“Shit, if I didn’t know then, I sure as hell know now.” Ignoring your condescending “mhmm,” Chadwick chose to take advantage of your position on the bed and rest his head on your bare ass. He hummed a sigh of approval as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face your supple skin. “This is the only thing that makes sense right now.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get comfortable. When this tutorial is over, I’m getting dressed for bed.”

“Give me five minutes, sweetheart. The room feels like it’s spinning.”

A Jackie Aina holiday look tutorial played in the background, becoming the only sound in the room for several minutes. While you clung to the YouTuber’s every word, Chadwick drifted in and out of sleep with his face pressed into your behind. The concoction of Ace of Spades and whatever was in the house Moonshine was still influencing his decisions, and trying to convince him to do the unthinkable. There were a few trends he promised he would get himself into, but the alcohol was in control.

He started with a quick kiss to the cheek he was laying on to test the waters. A small peck didn’t kill him or garner your attention, so he decided to up the ante. With a hand gripping the left cheek, he ran a tongue across the right side before sealing it with a kiss.

“What are you doing, boy?”

“I have no idea. Just go with it.”

“Aaron, if you don’t - oooh!”

In an unexpected turn of events, Chadwick’s hands spread your cheeks to make room for his face. Your breath hitched when his tongue came in contact with your rim, surprising you while sending a tingle from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. He’d done a lot to your body with his mouth, but this was a first.

You’d heard the stories from your girls about their significant others venturing into uncharted territory, and told yourself it was something that you wanted to experience without forcing the issue with your husband. Now, with your body writhing in pleasure against your man’s face, you finally had a story for the group chat in the morning.

Chadwick was lost in his own world, alternating between different pressures and speeds as he used his hands to jiggle your ass for his amusement. His tongue swirled in time with his long index and middle fingers pumping in and out of your center. You saw stars, and with the assortment of liquors in his system acting as a low budget Heart Shaped Herb, he showed no signs of letting up.

“It’s too much,” you whined between whimpers. The slurping behind you and the wetness leaking from your core added to your sense of euphoria, making the current activities overwhelming.

Chadwick chuckled at your attempt to tap out and continued to give your rim his undivided attention. His tongue flicked between your puckered hole and your perineum, drawing breathless moans from your throat. The more you voiced your approval, the more he met your cries of pleasure with groans of his own.

Feeling your walls contracting around his fingers, he took the opportunity to attack your clit with his mouth. Chadwick sucked and licked without regard for your mild convulsions under the weight of his arms. Pushing your right leg up gave him a better angle to suck the rest of your consciousness from your pussy. He was a man on a mission for your pleasure and his. As far as he was concerned, he could and would taste you until the sun took its place in the sky the next morning.

You came with a silent scream followed by an ear-splitting groan before your muscles released to leave you in a pliant heap. The way your chest heaved in search of oxygen to replace what was lost during your mind-boggling orgasm. You needed five minutes and a water break before you could engage in any more activities. Chadwick only needed a split second to shimmy out of his briefs before he was flipping you onto your back and pulling you to the end edge of the bed.

You yelped in surprise and readied yourself for whatever he had in store. Chadwick’s eyes were blown wide with lust, a far cry from what you witnessed at the party. Lifting your legs, he used one hand to keep your ankles together and the other to stroke himself.

“C’mere, girl,” he growled into your ear before aligning his tip with your entrance. He stared at your pussy in awe of the way the head of his dick glistened the more he rubbed the sensitive area along the seam created by the position of your legs. Still, he wasn’t satisfied.

Letting go of your ankles, he pushed your legs until they were parallel to the bed on both sides. He wanted you wide open for him, and you knew what to do next. Braving through the sting of the position, you took control of your legs to keep them open. As your hands gripped your thighs, he slid into you in one fluid motion.

Chadwick’s jaw dropped to let out a moan that you couldn’t distinguish from yours if you tried. Leaning over, he thrust his tongue deep into your mouth to accompany his deep strokes. The way his chest hair teased your taut nipples and the coarse hair of his beard rubbed against your face as he sucked on your neck felt like sensory overload. You hoped the slow swivel of his waist to hit every spot within you would continue until both of you collapsed in satisfaction.

Instead, after he’d suck every inch skin he could get his mouth on, Chadwick began a relentless pace. His hips snapped to yours rapidly, his shaft disappearing and emerging drenched in your juices each time. His hands pressed your waist into the bed as he threw his head back and let out a string of praises and primal grunts.

“Look at this pretty ass pussy,” he husked with his eyes fixated below your waist. “Who this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You! It’s yours!”

“And what’s my name, gorgeous? Say my name.” He slowed his pace again to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, not releasing until it was swollen and red from the contact. It felt like he’d taken your common sense with him, leaving you wide-eyed without a clue on how to make your mouth say words. “What’s my name, baby?”

“Fuck,” you squealed as he returned to his quick thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy! Shit!”

“Let me see if you can take all of it, Co. Turn around for me.”

You didn’t have time to comprehend the instructions before you were flipped onto your stomach and repositioned at the edge of the bed.

Your feet could barely hit the ground before he spread your legs with his knee and pulled your hips back to meet his body. He stilled for a moment to kiss a trail up your spine and to your ear.

“Can you take it,” he whispered into your ear while nuzzling his nose into your temple.

You responded with a nod and a breathy ‘yes,’ receiving praise and a gentle kiss to your ear.

With the pads of his thumbs buried in the small of your back, he resumed his long, deep strokes. The bed quaked in time with his rhythm, creaking under the power of his movement.

You reached for any available fabric to keep you steady as you tried to form a coherent thought. For as long as you’d be intimate with Chadwick, you’d never allowed him to do all the work during sex. Though he’d dominated the encounter thus far, you had to contribute to the group effort.

Mustering up some strength, you met his strokes at the halfway point, earning a pleased moan. His hand came down hard on your thigh as he increased his pace, daring you to keep up. The burn of his skin colliding with yours triggered an animalistic nature in you that was rarely explored.

“That’s right, baby, use me. Give me all that shit.”

Chadwick didn’t verbalize his reaction past a few grunts of effort, prompting you to twist your body to look back at him. When he pulled his eyes from his work to look at you, the fire in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen in a while.

Even in the dark, you could make out a primal desire smoldering behind the eyes that always looked at you with love and admiration. Releasing his bottom lip from his top row of teeth, he reached to your face and gripped your chin.

“Look at me.” His movements never stuttered despite the momentary shift of focus.

Obscene smacking and expletives filled the atmosphere already thick with the musk of sex. Chadwick’s grip in your chin forced you to maintain intense eye contact through the onset of another orgasm.

“Kiss me,” you rasped. “Kiss me right now!”

He obliged with no hesitation, pressing his palm into your back to flatten you against the bed before connecting his mouth to yours with a string of his saliva. Under normal circumstances, the thought of someone else’s spit entering your mouth in this manner was a hard boundary. Fortunately, these weren’t normal circumstances. You welcomed the lewd fluid swap with your tongue outstretched. His lips came crashing against yours seconds later, excited to nibble and lick to his heart’s content. Together, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and absorbed moans to eliminate some of the noise in the room. Chadwick’s left hand moved from your waist to fondle your breasts while he kissed your shoulder blade.

“You gon’ cum for me, baby girl? I wanna feel you all over this dick.”

“Mhmm! Yesyesyesyes!”

“Good. Tell everybody on this floor who got you this wet.”

“You, Aaron!”

“That’s right,” he smiled against your shoulder. “Tell everybody who’s making you feel like this, Queen.”

“Fuck,” you gasped as the first wave of your release came crashing down “You, baby!”

Knowing and feeling how close you were to his desired goal, Chadwick straightened his body and pulled your arms behind your back for leverage. With your arms crossed in the middle of your back, your body shook through a gushing orgasm, soaking your legs and his to match the tears rolling down your face.

The strength of your release, the pulsing contractions of your walls surrounding him, and the waning effects of the alcohol contributed to your husband’s pursuit of his own orgasm.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, T. Can I c-”

“Do it on my face, Daddy.”

His eyes searched yours for any sign of reluctance or a joke but found none. He couldn’t believe that you of all people would make such a request. He was intrigued and ready to live out a dark fantasy from his late teens.

He pulled out of your pussy and jerked himself until you were situated on your knees in front of him. Pushing his hands away, you took over.

Your hands twisted in alternating directions as your mouth focused on the head of his dick.

“Got damn, Co, just like that,” he groaned with his hands palming the back of your disheveled cornrows. “Fuck, let me finish.”

Your hands relinquished control to slide up and down his thighs while you braced yourself. Chadwick pumped at his shaft vigorously, moaning and rasping incoherent phrases until he was at his peak.

His release came complete with a booming grunt and his toes curling beneath him as ropes of thick cum sputtered across the smooth plain of your cheeks and mouth. You thought you’d feel disgusting, but the more he came, the more you felt like the most powerful woman in the world.

His massive head tapped against your lips until he was sure there was nothing left to give you. Immediately, your tongue jetted from your mouth to taste all that you could reach.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy,” you purred, still covered in his cum.

Cupping your face, he pulled you to your feet while enthralling you in a kiss so passionate you could feel your knees buckling below you.

After what felt like an extra ten minutes of kissing, Chadwick left to fetch a warm towel to clean both of you up.

“Damn, Lil Bow Wow, who knew you were down to get this nasty?”

“Did you just call me Bow Wow,” you laughed. “How rude! I was going for Queen Latifah in set it off.”

“Right now you’re Skin Diamond, and I’m not mad at it. This was definitely top five between us. I’m willing to give it the number one spot.”

“Oooh! Wanna see if we can...top it? You’re not too tired, are you?” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, hoping that he would agree to one more round before you were forced into quiet sex when the kids were asleep.

He quirked an eyebrow at you with a smug smile, “Is that a challenge? You must be trynna make another baby.”

“Woah, no! That is not what I said! Put me down!” Your squeals and giggles fell on deaf ears as Chadwick hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to the hotel balcony.

“Nah, you were talkin’ real tough, CoCo! We ‘bout to make a baby on this balcony. Hell, we at least gon’ get some good practice in!”

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jdmainman123 · 2 years

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Okay only if you promise to get this to Joe Biden ASAP tell him Dave and Thomas would go around to the kids houses and they would hear Thomas's voice and understand why did he warchick diddy warchick I COULD SEE HOW DAVE WANTED TO GROW UP AND HAVE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE

What is outlaw Nation

ANOTHER GOSPEL RAP DID I TELL YOU ADELE AND MILEY CYRUS HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING ME AROUND SMITTEN THAT GOSPEL RAP IN MY EAR AND AND MILEY CYRUS F***** ME FOR ME TO HEAR THE SONG MISS ME WHEN I WAS 17 MISS ME WHEN I'M 17 AND ALL THESE GIRLS ARE KILLED BY THE AGE 7 HERE ALL THE BOYS ARE KILLED BY THE AGE 7 HERE

What are you guys trying to prove all right who you trying to fool? And we called it what's for called the #report #911 THIS WHOLE WAR OF BLACK MASS JUSTICE BLACK MAN GIVING US SUNLIGHT CITY STUFF TO A WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN FAMILY IN SNOW WAS ABOUT A SONG A GIRL WROTE ABOUT A MAN a picture of white hair girls saying ass and titties and p**** and a****** and f*** and s*** and titties and ass DANCING ON A YOUTUBE VIDEO FULLY DRESSED

SO WHATEVER YOU GUYS CAN DO I JUST RIP THIS MILEY CYRUS STAND UP SONG midnight skies your honor

No this is what happened to maine I'm going to be honest with you THEY STARTED CALLING THE GIRLS MILEY BECAUSE I WAS AROUND WHILE HE'S HERE AND IT INCREDIBLY BACKFIRED ON HIM said you can't force this girl on to me remember Ashley they tried to pick her on TV and say she's my mother she's my queen of England she's my queen of sunlight City

And the same thing to do with Todd and Mike they're forcing these people on to me to take on after it's all said and done those names that we lived for 20 years are mine that's the true legacy that's what you prophecy

I just want to trick a bunch of babies here at 3/4 with the integration satellite clearing out in tire cities just so this black boy can pretend he doesn't know what he does when he says that word and every time around them about my recovery they know the word BUT HERE'S THE PROBLEM BLACK HAIR WHITE SINCE THE SAME WAY YOU REALIZE THEY'RE PROTECTING HIM CUZ HE SAYS THE SAME WORD HE ACTS THE SAME WAY

And all we're saying is we don't need another white skin family trying to enslave us and you're blaming one man yacht fish you got balls you little son of a b**** from Las Vegas and we know you don't have a house in snow we know you don't have a house on the beach JUST YOU OUT IN THE FRONT FRONT YARD OF YOUR DESERT CITY HOUSE LOOKING FOR GOLD SUNS TINY PENIS TO PUT IN YOUR MOUTH SO YOU CAN POINT OUT A BLACK SKIN POINT TELL HIM WHAT TO DO

No but the three foot four inch black hair whites and up construction the accent Dent the fat one he's the legend he's the one he's The Mastermind he's Osama bin laden THE DUDE IS ABSOLUTELY THE WORST DUDE I'VE EVER MET WHICH MAKES HIM THE MOST INCREDIBLE MAN I'VE EVER MET HE IS SO NASTY nasty as they want to be

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Justin Bieber & chance the rapper - confident (slowed + reverb)

Don't do it to me Don't do it to me Oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me Oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me Oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me Oh no no, oh no no

Focused, I'm focused She got a body like that I ain't never seen nothing like that, ah-ah Like a fantasy in front of me, I-I-I I think that something special is going down That's right, I think she foreign I think she foreign, got passports Mi amor started slow, got faster She gon' work some more, work some more No stopping her now, no stopping her now

Then she started dancing, sexual romancing Nasty but she fancy, lipstick on my satin sheets What's your nationality? I wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention, she's confident

Oh no no, oh no no She's confident Oh no no, oh no no And I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no She's confident You can tell by the way she walks in the room

She said it's her first time I think she might have lied Feels so good damn, and I don't know why I'm addicted, something like an addict Got me twisted, but still I gotta have it Explosive, explosive (I could still smell her perfume) It's not hard to notice, that I'm open Hypnotised by the way she moves

Then she started dancing, sexual romancing Nasty but she fancy, Mona Lisa master piece What's your nationality? I wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention, she's confident

Oh no no, oh no no She's confident Oh no no, oh no no And I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no She's confident I could tell by the way she walks in the room

She said it's her first time I think she might have lied Feels so good damn, and I don't know why I'm addicted, something like a headache Got me twisted, but still I gotta have it (Chance, the Rapper?)Tattoos, piercings and she just learned to twerk She ain't got a heart or a ass, just her brains, gotta ask 'Cause her ass on a learning curve And she love to earn the verb, I mean burn the word That's only legal with a doctors note Real deep pockets like a doctors coat Stay fitted like Diddy, hair back tryna rock the boat She the first mate wanna rock the boat She never forget to ride like a bicycle She like planes, trains, chains with icicles It goes, it goes her, blank, blank, and rock and roll She say "I know, honey bunny that's a funny thing" Thots twerk for the goodfella She money dan' with the money team, ra!

Oh no no, oh no no She's confident Oh no no, oh no no And I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no She's confident You can tell by the way she walks in the room

She said it's her first time I think she might have lied Feels so good damn, and I don't know why I'm addicted, something like a headache Got me twisted, but still I gotta have it

But still I gotta have it But still I gotta have it But still I gotta have it Oh no no, oh no no Oh no no, oh no no Oh no no, oh no no Oh no no, oh no no But still I gotta have it

#cancion #love songs #aestethic #slowed #reverb

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noexit-ff · 6 years

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24. Part 3

Staring at my friends “so we going then?” clearing my throat, they about to be so annoyed because I done wasted their time all day “well I can’t go” I said as I looked down slowly “the fuck you talking about?” Fresh spat “well I can’t go, I have to stay at home” I explained but not fully “so you got us running around this place and now you saying you ain’t going, fuck outta here” I chuckled “well nigga, my girl is up there ready too” I paused “you know, give me the p. I ain’t backing down on that” the boys busted out laughing “now you know what we mean when we say you pussy whipped, Rihanna pussy got you so bad. I mean what ever, have fun but next time we will see you in the studio. Good luck with telling Diddy you ain’t going” dapping Lo “I did text him, my wife comes first. Her needs come first and if she wants the D I am there” Fresh put a finger up at me “tell Monica I will see her beautiful face soon” shaking my head at him “stop watching my mother in law negro” he is so stupid “she is like the chocolate version of Rihanna, I will take that” if I had something in my hand, I would have thrown it but I don’t “whatever, see you niggas next time” Rihanna would kill Fresh if she heard that, that’s her mom “for sure, also why don’t you and Mijo fuck with each other anymore? We spoke to him and he said no, something like he don’t talk to you like that?” Sinko asked “just know, if you talking down on me and my family, no matter how long we been cool I will cut you niggas off. My wife comes first” they need to take this as a warning because I am not fucking with anyone in regards to my marriage.

Groaning out “Jen can you like go away” Robyn promised me head so that is what we are doing, Robyn looked at me and quickly looked back at Jen “but I will” she shrieked out as I picked her up “sorry Jen, I am done” making my way to the stairs “y’all are both nasty, I best not hear any type of noise” I do not care, I will be putting it down because I am backed up here, a whole damn week “did you really get rid of your friends? I didn’t think you would?” Robyn touched my facial hair on the side of my cheek “why wouldn’t I? I wouldn’t say no to sex, they mean nothing” getting to the top “this is why I know what to say” seeing Monica walking out of our bedroom “what is your mom doing?” I froze “put me down” Robyn spat, placing Robyn down on the ground “mom, what are doing going in my bedroom?” Robyn questioned her “I had to get tampons baby” pulling a face in disgust “you still have a period?” I blurted out “Chris” Robyn hit my arm, that is nasty “ok, I am not here for this conversation” walking off “ok but mom you can’t go in my room, that is private so please. Chris could have been there and naked so don’t walk in again” I did not want to know that, I feel rather turned off now.

Answering my phone “what do you want?” I said to Mijo “can you do a meet up with Mel?” he said, watching Robyn walk into the bedroom “do it yourself, not my issue. I don’t think she really cares for you, I guess you will be just a sperm donor. It’s ok bro, I got you. I will raise your child, I am good at doing that. I always made sure your kids had the best because of me, only difference is that kid won’t know you. You can try and speak to Mel but I don’t care, it’s your life nigga” Mijo think he can talk shit to me, I can do it back “my baby mom’s knows, she left me” I wanted to care when he said it but I don’t “and now you want Mel, stay away from her Mijo. She changed her number for a reason” Robyn snatched my phone from me “you are one lonely little man, leave my friend alone” she disconnected the call “don’t care for other peoples problems, neither should you” Robyn placed my phone on the side “I am a little turned off to know your mom has her period still” Robyn shushed me laughing “seriously don’t, I am not happy she walked in like that. I can still get you hard though” she got a point she can still.

I have missed Robyn so much, tracing my thumb on her bottom lip as we both stared into each other’s eyes “talking about turned off, nigga please” Robyn yanked my belt from around my waist “I have missed you so much and I want sex” look at my woman demanding such things “I didn’t really so no to sex, I was just saying” lowering my head to kiss Robyn but she moved her head back “for a man that is tuned off, he is growing a semi” Robyn is not letting this drop “well thinking of your freshly waxed pussy got me” Robyn massaged my manhood with her hand, lowering my head quick enough to nip at Robyn’ bottom lip. Pressing kisses down Robyn’ jawline “you so fine” Robyn moved her hand away from my dick, pulling my tee over my head “you have really been working out baby, oohhh baby daddy. I am impressed” Robyn looked me up and down “I am turned on, I mean I love my fat baby but this. You got abs, my sexy man” grinning so wide “you look so cute, stop being cute” I chuckled “well it’s different, when your woman is crushing on you” Robyn frowned at me “I always crush on you, don’t be stupid. I don’t want you to ever think that ok? I always crush on you, you’re my handsome baby” she placed her hand on my chest, pressing a kiss to my cheek and trailed kisses down to the waist of my pants.

Robyn got down on her knees and pulled my pants down as she went down, my erection sprang out. To have Robyn on her knees is a turn on by it’s self, I am so turned on that I feel like I will cum too quickly. She placed her hand around the base of my dick, causing me to suck in my breath and release it slowly. Robyn smirked up at me and slowly slid her mouth around the head of my dick and sucked hard. A strangled moan came from my mouth as her tongue moved around the tip of my dick and then down the side before she slid her mouth down my dick, she only went halfway before she stopped and worked her way back up. Robyn swayed her tongue slowly from side to side, until the tip of my dick was out of her mouth. Licking it in a circle, she gripped the base of me and started working me at a slow pace. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as she stroked me off, she stroked my dick and twisted slightly at the end of each stroke, her mouth slowly made its way down the length of me and nuzzled my balls.

I looked down in time to see her tongue snake out and lick my balls, my sack drew up slightly but she picked up the speed of her hand. Robyn continued to work on my balls, taking one of them at a time into her mouth, sucking gently before working her way back up. I moaned out aloud, something I can’t fault is Robyn’ gag reflex “oh my god” I breathed out, Robyn licked her lips smiling before her mouth slid once again down my dick. Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pushed her further down and Robyn opened her mouth further “fuck” I said under my breath, I started to thrust in and out of her mouth. I picked it up a notch and my balls slapped at her chin, my head once again fell back. Bringing my head back down I hissed at the sight of Robyn’ mouth on my dick, my toes dug into the cream carpet as Robyn let out a moan around my member. My balls drew up, the first feelings of my orgasm hit me. Moving my hand and Robyn moved back from my dick and swallowed my pre-cum.

Robyn tilted her head back and panted “you really got a fresh wax, my god. Your pussy is looking like straight fire” Robyn pressed her legs together giggling aloud “let me in” spreading her legs open once again. I moved my finger lower and touched the swollen lips. She is so wet, my index finger just teasing her. Dipping in and out of her. Kissing my way down her body until I am positioned between her thighs, blowing on her centre until her body quivered. Moving in closer, her scent, her beautiful scent, a scent I could recognize anywhere filled my nose, I exhaled heavily. My very tip of my tongue grazed her flesh, and the tiny drop of her essence that fell on my tongue was enough to ignite my taste buds. Getting down on my knees at the end of the bed, draping one of her legs over my shoulder. I pushed her other leg back completely so it was touching her stomach. Kissing her clit, I spread the lips of her sex and parted my mouth. Placing open mouth kisses against her sensitive spot before running my tongue back and forth across her.

It was as if someone took a spoonful of heaven and poured it into my mouth, Sucking and licking my way around her pussy. Hearing the sounds she is making above me is beautiful, so much that I began moaning myself, my tongue vibrating against her clit, sending shivers through her. Robyn’ body arched completely off the bed “oh my god Chris, Chris, oh god” she spat, she is panting hard. Looking up at her chest heaving up and down, Robyn’ juices flowed out into my mouth “oh my baby!” she spat, taking in every drop I could. I was not going to let a single drop drip onto the bed because it deserves to be in my mouth.

Robyn moaned into my mouth as I stepped between her spread thighs, I pointed my dick against her core. Gripping her hips I lifted her up and placed her down on the dresser, the two of us locked eyes as I slid into her with ease. Her wet walls griping me tightly, Robyn spread her legs wide as I held her hands against the wall above her head, thrusting in and out of her at speed, the dresser making a thumping rhythm as it beat against the wall “mhmm fuck” I moaned, beads of sweat beginning to trickle down my forehead. Robyn arched her hips out, meeting me with each hard thrust. Her legs tied around my waist while the heel of her foot dug into my ass, pushing me in closer “yes baby, deeeper!” Robyn gasped out tilting her head back. I let go of her hands and gripped her neck, pulling her head back and placing wet kisses where ever I could find skin. Licking my way around her neck, I sucked on her neck before biting down on it hard. I knew it would mark her.

Clearing my throat patting the side of the bed, lifting my head up and opening my eyes. Why is my baby not in bed with me, frowning as I rested my head back on the pillow. Rubbing my eyes, my ears perked up hearing someone choking in the bathroom “the hell” I said, pushing the covers back. I am butt naked and it is not really convenient but I need to see who is choking in the bathroom “Robyn? Are you in there?” I said aloud, making my way to the bathroom “yes, it’s me” hearing the toilet flush “I am ok!” she shouted, opening the door seeing Robyn washing her hands “why was you choking?” I questioned confused “I was just being sick, I am ok now” Robyn turned to me “Jesus” she looked at my crotch, a smirk played on my face “the reaction to my dick, it’s like you wasn’t just sucking my dick last night” watching Robyn dry off her hands “well, I didn’t expect it to be just there hard. Put some pants on” she said smiling at me, I am so happy to have Robyn back.

I wonder why Robyn was sick, I didn’t question it. I should have but I didn’t and just went in the shower, fixing my top as I made my way down the stairs. The home is so full, you can hear these women speaking from upstairs. Checking my messages on my phone, Mel text me to call her but I will do that later “morning ladies” I announced walking into the kitchen “Chris!” Majesty yelped “uncle Chris Majesty!” Noella scolded her “and eat your food” smiling at Majesty making my way to the cabinets, I need some cereal inside of me. Monica smiled at me so wide “let me make you some food son” Monica asked, I paused with the bowl in hand “mom I will make him food, stop it” Robyn came rushing into the kitchen “ok ladies, no need to fight over me. I am just having cereal so calm down” there is too many women in this home actually.

Sitting across Jen as I ate my cereal, we are so quiet and I don’t know why. Looking up at her from my cereal bowl, Jen side eyed me “wow, what have I done now?” sitting back in my seat “first of all, the thumping on the wall and the moaning. You both knew the bedroom was right there” busting out laughing “I am sorry Jen, it was Robyn’ fault” I said defending myself “mhmm whatever, had to hear you both have sex. I am not upset but I am jealous, I just need some dick” Jen sighed out “well you could have gone back home but besides the sex did you like the home and the bed?” Jen looks so sad about not getting any dick “it’s lovely, the bed is so comfortable. I love the home, the bathroom is a dream” she complimented “we aim to please, I will drop you off at home. You can sit in the front seat” winking at her “oh really, can I chose the car?” I paused “you can chose anything my lady” Robyn cleared her throat “what we choosing?” Robyn said “Jen is just flirting with me” Jen rolled her eyes at me “you wish” she spat.

Finishing my blunt off and throwing it in the trash can, Robyn has already scolded me about throwing blunts outside in the yard so I threw it away properly this time. Jogging up the steps, I kind of like the women being in the home. It brings me so much entertainment, they always arguing about something and they random. Closing the door behind me, I am only smoking a blunt outside out of respect of Robyn’ mom or I would have done it in my home. Making my way through to the living area but I stopped midway “I want to go home, I want you to do it now. Why can’t you just tell him?” Jen said, what is happening here “I am, I just don’t know” I was going to go to the living area but I think I will go to the kitchen now, turning to the kitchen “tell me what exactly?” I am nosey as fuck and I don’t care, Jen glared at Robyn “just say it to him” Jen said, I am worried now. Robyn waved me over “what has happened? Did something happen?” walking into kitchen “it’s nothing bad, just that I don’t know. I am nervous” I am so worried “ok?” I said a little confused “I have been feeling a little sick, you heard me in the morning and Jen thinks I am pregnant and has been wanting me to take the tests since last night but you know, we was doing other things” feeling relieved it is just that “why didn’t you say? I would have been a little more slow in the bedroom, why are not taking the tests?” this is a good thing “because I wanted you with me, I am just a little nervous but I will do it now. You know now so let’s do it” nodding my head, I pray to god that my wife is.

I feel so nervous now “can you not stare at me, I can’t pee now” rolling my eyes turning around “it’s not easy peeing on two things” rubbing my head “well I wouldn’t know, it’s the first time seeing it. It’s weird” this could knock Robyn again, closing my eyes I pray to the highest of gods I hope she is pregnant, we deserve some sort of happiness “please god” I mumbled out aloud “huh?” Robyn said, turning around “uh nothing, you done” she nodded her head pulling her pants up “I don’t even want to look” she said while washing her hands “I am scared too, well nervous” I am actually going through it with my wife, this whole journey “I won’t be depressed, I will be disappointed but don’t worry. I promise you that I won’t go back to the old way” she dried off her hands and walked out of the bathroom “what about the tests?” walking behind her “I am not looking so you can” why do I have to tell bad news “you won’t be mad with me right?” Robyn smiled at me “no, I won’t be mad at you. Stop thinking that, I am more positive about things, trust me” I get nervous about this, I know how much we want this, I want it too.

I don’t even know what to do with myself at all, my mind is just everywhere “it’s been five minutes, it was done three minutes ago. Go and check” sighing out “remember that I got you, no matter what it says” I am rarely ever stressed or nervous about things but this alone, I am that nervous that I need a shit “come on” I said talking to myself, making my way to the marble counter with the two tests. Picking up both tests looking at the screens on both of them “baby, what are you doing? If it’s a no then just say it, don’t be quiet in there” turning around walking out of the bathroom “well it’s just that it says you’re pregnant on them both” I said looking up smiling at her “what?” Robyn said in disbelief “you’re pregnant Robyn, it’s real” Robyn rushed over to me “oh my god” she placed both of her hands over her mouth “you pregnant Robyn” a sob left Robyn’ lips “this is real” she said before sobbing out crying, hugging Robyn “it is real, we about to have a baby” I choked out, Robyn crying is making me cry but there is so much relieve in the tears “Chris, we are going to be parents” she said in my ear.

With the way Robyn been crying it seems like bad news “I am sorry, I made you have the test” Jen said, Robyn shook her head “I am pregnant” Jen gasped all wide eyed “oh my god, oh my god. You are! Oh my god!” Jen ran at Robyn to hug her “I am so happy for you, oh my god. You are actually having a baby” Jen hugged Robyn so tight “I am so happy for you both” Jen hugged me “thank you” I said “just you both been crying so I assumed it was a no, but god. I am so happy for you both, I am all choked up. I prayed every night for you, and look at that” Jen about to make me cry again “but oh wow, god has blessed you both” Robyn flicked away the tear that fell “I said to Chris I want to keep it between us, I just want to go through with it. It’s still early but I have a baby growing inside of me with the man I love, I am just so happy. I am so excited, oh god. I am going to be a mom Jen” Robyn is lucky her mom is out because she cannot stop crying “I am able to make Chris a father, I am just overwhelmed” Touching Robyn’ cheek “I got you” this is the best news I could have got.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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Here Is A List Of Rappers Who Would Be Good Comic Book Villains

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Here Is A List Of Rappers Who Would Be Good Comic Book Villains

With Krondon aka Tobias Whale killing it as one of the best black villains that have hit television in a long time, it made me think about others rappers who would be great villains as well. Most rappers already have created their unforgettable persona and have even made themselves the bad guy in the hip-hop world. So it wouldn’t be too far-fetched for them to collect a check to boss people around, scare folks and even kill people who get in their way. But not all villains are created equal, right? Here is a short list of rappers who I think, if given the chance they would make some bad ass comic book villains. Some don’t even need practice.

KRS-One

I mean he thinks he’s the greatest rapper already and is always ready to battle. He doesn’t care about the community like he claims he does unless they follow his totalitarian views of blackness. He also doesn’t mind black people being harmed for the culture. He would make the perfect street villain that wants to run his community without actually making progress.

Diddy

Diddy, Puffy, P-Diddy, Puff Daddy – all those aliases are perfect for making a villain. He would be like Lex Luthor sans the mastermind. He would be the richest person in the city and would buy all the local politicians and community leaders to turn a cheek to his shenanigans and low-tier world domination plans. He would ruin careers and profit from everyone he knows.

Missy Elliot

Missy would be a genie. Now whether she would be a good genie or bad genie would be up to the user who finds her. No matter what path she chooses she would have dope theme music and wear fly, shiny outfits. Her hair would also be laid. Her lamp would be filled with marijuana smoke.

DMX

Nigga! Before Mahershala Ali was Cottonmouth, there was DMX. DMX would whoop your ass and your favorite superhero ass. DMX is the villain we all want but don’t deserve. He is so good of an actor he’s getting movie scripts in jail right now. He would be the hitman of a villain whose loyalty is paid-for-hire only.

Killer Mike

Killer Mike would be the fake intellectual villain that only attacks women. I could see Misty Knight or Jessica Jones beating his ass for trying to argue with them over his bullshit word salads while wearing his plastic non-prescription glasses. He would be the villain that partners with bigger bad guys to make himself more valuable but would get killed for being a goofy.

Black Thought

Black Thought would be the wordsmith. He probably wouldn’t talk much until it was absolutely necessary. Whatever he says would become a reality. Like literally. He would speak your death into existence with 16 bars. He would be like some mystique ass warlock. He would be unfuckwittable.

Busta Rhymes

Busta would be super animated. He would run up on you and your crew with clown masks on and they would be rock colorful outfits. Their guns would look like super soaker guns but would probably be filled with poison. He would be in the back of the strip club doing all types of illegal activity while doing coke. He would be like the Joker but not as psychotic.

Queen Latifah

The Queen would be a BOSS, She wouldn’t have special powers but she would be well connected and make people disappear with one phone call. She would eliminate you, especially if you disrespect her. Killer Mike would be DOA. She would be the first black, mafia recognized leader. Politicians would fear her and gangsters would respect her.

Erykah Badu

Badu would be a witch. She would be able to channel the souls of her former lovers and use their powers to control others. She would hypnotize people who stared at her too long and her herbal teas would be conjuring recipes to either cure or kill. She would be hexing hoes.

LL Cool J

We all remember In Too Deep right? So bet, LL, could be a street-level boss. He would probably hire DMX if things got too hot and he didn’t want to get too much blood on his hands. He wouldn’t have as much money as Diddy but he would be more respected in the streets. He’d also be the one to off Killer Mike.

Kanye West

Outside of being vocal about supporting #45 and already looking like a Golden Lord, Kanye would be a villain driven by his temper tantrums and narcissism. He would convince the community he is fighting for them but he would never help them and he would actively support politicians and public figures that want them to die. He would provide quality entertainment to fool the public but the Queen would discover his weakness for white women that want to look like exotics and she’ll make him cry in public.

CeeLo

CeeLo would be a robot from outta space. He’s not human. His spaceship looks like a cross between the Yellow Submarine and P-Funk Mothership. He would wear bizarre outfits and stroke his cat just like Doctor Claw. He would be like Mojo Jojo with a lighter, raspy voice looking for people to conquer with his tunes and loud, abrasive outfits.

Snoop Dogg

Snoop like the Queen would be a mafia-like villain. He should be on the next season of The Punisher. He would control all the marijuana on the coast and everyone would need to go through him. He’d probably have to off Kanye for being so goofy and loud but he’d be cool with DMX and LL Cool J. Depending on the situation, he might even be cool with Latifah. Snoop would be nasty with guns but that wouldn’t be his first option but you wouldn’t want to press your luck with him either.

So what do you think of the list? Who would you add? Let us know.

Peace!

#comics #hip hop #my superheroes are black #rappers #villains

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Nowhere to Hide - Part 2

You better Run

(Bucky Barnes x Reader) (Apocalypse/Walking Dead AU)

You and your makeshift family are getting by just fine in your isolated farmhouse, it’s deep in the countryside and well protected from the infected…until you’re betrayed and Negan decides you need to contribute.

Words: 2242 Warnings: Violence, very bad language, blood, zombies, diddy bit of fluff, nothing too graphic (I’m not that good at writing :p)

An: Sorry this was meant to be posted last night but I got carried away making gifs, might do a part 3? Was going to leave it here but can’t make up my mind. I could watch that 2nd gif all day. 😍

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Negan watches you and his lips curl into a snarl, urging you to make a mistake. Blood is starting to seep through his shirt, though not enough to kill him, the knife wound is bleeding badly. The pressure of his hand against it making little difference.

You lurch for the dresser and he clutches at your ankle, yanking you back and you slam into the floor, knocking the breath out of you. Sharp pain blooms in your chest. You don’t hesitate to kick back with your other leg and your heel smacks into his nose with a nasty crack.

“Fuck!” He groans, his only unoccupied hand now holding his bleeding nose.

Dragging yourself forwards before he can grab you again, you take Lucille from against the wall.

“You’re going to leave here Negan, and never come back.” You warn holding up the bat and he sits back on his heels then, raising his hands in surrender.

“Wow, and he said the redhead would be trouble!” He roared with laughter and smacked his hands together. You do your best not to flinch. Your lips forming a thin line as you watch him.

“I said leave.”

“Now, I can’t do that sweetheart, not ‘till my men get what they were promised.” He wipes the blood from his nose on his sleeve not taking you seriously.

“You’ll get nothing from us.”

He tilts his head, an almost playful smile on his lips, “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re gonna give me everything.”

“Once Bucky and his men realise they’ve been tricked, they’ll come back and kick your ass.” You spat and he laughed again, wiping his face with his hand before looking back up at you, false concern lacing his voice.

“Who? Ohhh, big guy? Metal arm? Yeah, he was a prick. Emphasis on the was there darlin’.”

“You’re lying.” Your grip on the bat faltered. No, it wasn’t true. He was trying to provoke you, get you to make a mistake. Bucky was alive. He had to be.

“Ohh, was he yours?” Negan takes a step closer to you pleased to have hit a nerve, “if it helps he put up a fight. It took Lucille three tries to bring him down, him and his friends.”

You swallowed, determined not to let Negan play with you. His eyes keep drifting to the bat every few seconds, he was going to make a grab for it. You had to do something. If he got hold of it again you would be dead. He was too strong.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest, you only had this one chance, you had to take it, you had to protect Mary. Your family. You swung at him before throwing the bat and darted into to the hall, picking up your gun. You sit back against the wall, not daring to look at the infected shuffling towards you, instead pointing the gun up at Negan.

“Now just hold on there…”

“Leave or I kill you, it’s that simple Negan.”

Negan rolls his eyes and goes to grab the gun, not realising the infected has almost reached you. Seeing the sudden movement the creature lunges forward with a garbled yell, grabbing for Negan while you roll and scramble to your feet.

What’s left of its rotten jaw snaps at Negan, while it’s skeletal arms attempt to rip his throat out. Negan does his best to hold it off, his hand around its throat to keep it at arm’s length.

“Well bitch, shoot the damn thing!” He yells, throwing it against the walls.

Knowing he would follow you and leave Mary, you shoot the infected in the head, then you run for the stairs.

“Where you goin’?! Hey!” Negan starts to chase after you, then rolls his eyes and goes back for Lucille, another infected throwing itself at him from the other bedroom.

“Well, this place is going to shit!”

You ignore him and dodge the infected on the stairs, waiting until he appeared at the top to run into the kitchen, hiding in the larder. It’s facing the cellar, the door is open and you can hear at least five of those things in there. The hallway has only one exit, so you plan to wait until he walks past, shove him down into the cellar and bolt the door.

It’s a good plan. It could work. You just have to wait. Hope none of the infected notice you and give you away. Your chest heaves and head aches, hands sweating as you wait, flinching with every smack of the bat against flesh and the thump of the infected, one after another hitting the floor.

“I’m gonna find you little lady, and when I do, Lucille? She’s not gonna be happy with you.”

Negan drags the bat along the walls, he’s so close, just turning into the small hallway from the kitchen. His shadow fills the hall and drifts closer, you brace yourself.

You rush forwards, catching him off guard and shove him as hard as you can, nearly succeeding. That damn bat catching on the door, giving him leverage against you. He regains his composure and punches you to the ground.

“What do you say, Lucille? Shall we have a little fun?” he twirls the bat in his hand and you clamber to your feet. He stands over you and pushes you back down to your knees, sharp metal scratching into your scalp where he presses the bat down.

“So, darlin’, do you think you’ve given me everything?” He grins, twirling around and gesturing to your wrecked house and you glare at him.

“Ooh, she’s giving me those angry eyes again Lucille,” he bit his lip, holding your chin, “I don’t usually enjoy killing women, but you, you’ve been a giant pain in my ass.”

He swung Lucille backwards, “Now that little girl? That I won’t enjoy.”

“You won’t get that chance, you psychotic bastard!” You fumed, not caring if you missed, if he hit you anyway, you lean back to feel for your gun and blindly pulled the trigger.

Negan stumbles, his leg giving way and he drops Lucille, blood gushing out of his thigh, holding onto the wall he stares at you in disbelief.

“I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” He charges at you, jostling you backwards. Grabbing for your arms, for your neck, anything to hurt you. You block him using the moves Bucky taught you and kick his thigh. He cries out in pain and you use the momentum to turn you both around, slamming him against the doorframe of the cellar.

“Wait…” he pleaded, gesturing to Lucille, “please, let me hold her one last time?”

“Sorry Negan, maybe they’ll bury her with you.”

You swung the bat into his stomach and he stumbles backwards, falling down the stairs and towards the infected. Already in a frenzy at the smell of blood, they frantically reach for Negan, tearing at him.

“You bitch! Your brains are gonna be the first I eat!”

“Goodbye, Negan.”

You slam the door closed, putting all your weight on it until you managed to close the bolt. Ignoring Negan’s screams and pounding fists on the door, you push a chair under the handle and pick up Lucille.

Covering your mouth from the rancid smell of the dead infected, you step over them and run upstairs to your bedroom. Mary jumps up at the sound of your voice, her little face petrified when you open the door. Forcing a smile you lift her into your arms, whispering words of comfort to her and telling her to close her eyes.

Careful to shield her eyes, you held Mary tight to your chest, her small body trembling with fear. You step through what was left of the front door and into the most frightening scene you’d witnessed since the world ended.

Smoke, fire, blood, the infected, it was like walking onto a battlefield. While your friends fought off infected, they dodged bullets from Negan’s men. Fighting their way through, trying to reach the women and children being forced onto their trucks. Your crops were burnt, the stench of burning flesh from your murdered animals hung heavy in the air.

It was all gone. The life you worked so hard to make, all your hard work. It had ended in death and violence again.

One of Negan’s thugs ran past the porch, stumbling to a stop when he saw you. Fat and balding, his bloodshot eyes scan down to Lucille in your hands, then over you body covered in blood.

“What the fuck?!” He barked, loud enough to hear over the fighting and you pulled out your gun, aiming it at his forehead before he can reach for his.

“He’s dead.”

“This bitch killed Negan! Kill her!”

All of Negan’s men spun around, staring at you confused. There was a slight pause as they glanced between themselves, one by one they raised their guns at you. Shit.

“No, Wait!” A blond man with terrible scars covering the side of his face ran out from the crowd and all eyes turned to him, “she killed Negan!”

“Fuck! You know what that means!” He shouted with more enthusiasm when his men stared at him with blank expressions.

“We don’t have to do this shit anymore!”

The men dropped their weapons and let your friends go, shoving them off the trucks, talking between themselves and the blond man made his way over to you.

“He’s in our cellar…” You tensed up gripping Lucille harder and turning your body, keeping Mary away from him as much as possible. Terror finally breaking through your rage.

“You’re one badass bitch lady,” he glanced from you to Lucille and back again,“you did what I couldn’t.”

“Sorry for all the…you know…” he took the bat from your shaking hands and gestured to the remains of your home. You almost wished you still had Lucille in your hands, “we had no choice. I guess it’s no comfort…”

“Don’t ever come back here.” You growled out, both surprised at the force behind your voice. He nodded and turned back to his men while you gripped onto the rail for support.

“What about his body?”

“Just burn the motherfucker, what’s left of him.” He smirked and held his prize in the air.

“Let’s go, you’re free assholes!”

The men cheered again firing their guns into the air and Lucille was set on fire. The remnants scattering lighted ash over the grass, metal wire wilting and melting into the ground.

“Mummy?” This time you didn’t correct her, just held her in your arms a moment, kissing the top of her head softly.

“It’s over, sweetie, they’re leaving now.”

“Where’s daddy?”

“He’ll be here soon.” God, you didn’t want to lie to her, but how could you tell her?

All the noise had attracted some more infected and with your defences down, Natasha and the few men left alive set about taking care of them. You stand to the side, holding Mary in your arms as everyone comforts each other.

Wanda checks Pietro and the other children over for injuries, her arms scratched and bruised. You hear Lucy and Megan’s desperate cries as they hold their husband’s bodies, they were good people. They didn’t deserve this, none of you did. You’re still lost in a haze, not able to focus on any one thing, Negan’s voice taunting you.

“Y/N?!”

“Mary?!”

You hear the shout, it’s distant, muffled by the yells and revving of engines, but it’s unmistakable. Bucky?

“Mary!”

Your head snaps to the direction of the shouting. Bucky pushes his way through Negan’s retreating men, relief flashing over his eyes when he spots you. Steve stops behind him and their eyes darken when they see the state you’re in. Both taking in the devastation, what remained of their home that was their safe haven only hours earlier.

“What the hell happened? Y/n?” He implores you, guilt flashing over his eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to answer.

“Daddy!” Mary breaks the silence, jumping out of your arms and flinging herself into his, “mummy killed the bad man!”

“Negan, he…I had to protect her…”

You meet Bucky’s eyes for less than a second. You did what you had to do, but you were still ashamed. Images of the knife slicing through Negan’s skin, his hands on you, blood pooling on the floor underneath him, his screams when you locked the cellar door…leaving him to die. You’d have to tell Bucky, but not yet.

Bucky was alive, he came back for you. That was all that mattered for now.

You can’t hold back the tears welling up in your eyes any longer and you wipe them away. You didn’t comprehend how much you loved Bucky until you thought he was gone, him and Mary.

“Y/n.” Bucky took your hand and pulled you into their embrace. His large arm holding your waist and Mary’s arms around both your shoulders. You clung to him, burying your head in his neck inhaling his scent distancing you from the stench of blood and smoke.

“Thank you, for keeping Mary safe,” he places a tender kiss to your cheek and you turn to look at him, noticing the tears brimming in his own eyes, “there was nothing there, I should never have left you, I’m so sorry…”

“I love you, doll.” You can’t suppress your unexpected happiness and the smile that bursts onto your face hearing those words. So long you’d felt the same, kept it all inside, squished it down.

“And me?” Mary grabbed Bucky’s face and planted a kiss on his nose, breaking the moment and you both smile at her.

“Yes, and you darlin’, you’re my best girl remember?”

“I love you both-” You start to whisper, but get cut off by Clint and Nat, shouting for everyone to come together.

“We have to go. Now. There’s hundreds of them headed this way.”

An: Is Negan dead? Where will you go? Should I do a part 3? feel like this needs more Bucky fighting zombies, maybe meet more characters? let me know what you think!

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #negan #bucky x reader #jeffrey dean morgan #bucky barnes x reader #walking dead #au #my stuff #my fics #part 2

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magpiewritingthing · 5 years

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grab a new lifeline / 1

Chapter: 1; they do not shred him

Series: traditionalist wesen, remixed

Overall Summary: Now that Rolan’'s got one foot in the proverbial door, he’s on the slow(, slow, realllly slow) path to forging a friendship -- or at least an acquaintenceship -- with Monroe The Blutbad. Wesen dynamics will be changing, baby!

Not that the Bauerschwein’s ever taken other factors into consideration, ever. Such as: traditional Wesen; his own housemates being their unpredictable selves; a Grimm, who is also a cop; a serial killer; Monroe’s other friends, both present and past.

Oh, and his Purely Hypothetical Crush blowing up into something a little too real. Life’s a shin-kicker like that.

Chapter Summary: Roland comes home from his walk in the woods, and comes to a revelation about his brief (and awkward) encounter with a Blutbad. His housemates are less than impressed. And a body is found.

Warnings: mention of domestic violence and child abuse (in the past) in the latter half of this chapter; mention of murder

Other notes: i am... winging this; also, i also took liberties with the multiple variation of Taureus-Armenta and my latin is like practically nonexistant but lmao :’); also-also, mild innuendo and sex jokes

The breath is still rattling out of him when he gets home, stumbling up the front porch with now-wobbly legs. Angel, while sitting in such a way on the porch rocker that’ll likely give his back grief later, gives him a funny look. Probably because Roland can't keep the goofy-ass smile off his face for a more than three seconds.

“What’s got ya?” Angel asks before Roland has a chance to escape inside and hide in his bedroom.

“Nothin’,” he mumbles at the door, out of reflex. No reason for it, other than the creeping sensation that he should be embarrassed. Because the whole thing’s ridiculous, he knows, but— “No it’s just—” He stumbles, licking his lips and huffing: getting his thoughts clear. “I… met someone.” He jerks his head in the general direction of where they'd met. “In the woods.”

Which he probably shouldn’t’ve said because now Angel’s got that look on his face. “Ohhhhh?” he drawls, left forefinger tucked into the junction between finger and thumb, right forefinger poised. “You mean like—” Right pointer, meet left vacuum; please get to know each other intimately. “‘Cooling off’ with the luckiest—”

Angel doesn’t get much further than that before Roland thumps his shoulder, and even though he laughs, it hurts like Hell because Roland for sure has razors in his knuckles and the hammering force of… mmm, yeah, a hammer. “No, not like that, you asshole!” Roland isn’t laughing, but he is grinning, cheeks and ears pinker at the suggestion. “You’re fuckin’ nasty, A.”

“Virgin.”

“Pervert.”

Angel tuts, wagging his finger in Roland’s face. “Touché, mon frère; you got me there.” They both laugh at that, too: their own little rhyming joke. And, at least in Roland’s eyes, it’s an affirmation of affection, even when they get in each other’s faces. He’s come to cherish it, quietly, and all the other small phrases and actions, because Angel is hardly ever… honest with himself, never full-on affectionate or willing to settle down for a heart-to-heart when things flare up. Like an argument over what would be the best way to approach an interview or questionnaire or no you should totally go for this vs. no i can’t—

“Earth to Roly-Poly!”

“Yeah.” He slaps his friend’s arm out of his face. “Fuck off, man.”

“You fuck off; I’m chillin’.” Then, contrary, “Who’d you meet out there if you weren’t getting’ it oooon?” Complete with awful, cheesy hip movements. Why’re they friends again?

Now Roland is self-conscious. Again. Because what if Angel freaks out over a Blutbad, even if he doesn't know where they live? “It— uh… Blutbad.”

When his friend’s eyebrows drop into a concerned frown (he doesn't ever do outright fear, too wrapped up in preserving his self-image), so does Roland’s stomach. “I mean I’m alive, so it’s not bad—”

“How.” Rising out of the rocker, he looms over Roland by a full head. Grasping the sides of Roland's face, he asks, “How’re you alive, man?” And although this concern is touching (to the point of being embarrassing because jeez, it’s like he’s never been hugged as a child), he can only blurt out, dumbly, “Wieder.”

“… Ah.” The relief settles over Angel’s face, relaxing it into the usual smile (or near enough, the momentary concern still lingering), dimples deepening. He lets go of Roland’s face. “Veggie-friendly wolfman.”

“Yeah. Rabbit-friendly, too. Cutesy sorta…” He shrugs, eyes to the side because Monroe flashes in his head again: Monroe holding the rabbit; Monroe in woge; Monroe in a more comfortable stance; Monroe walking towards him; Monroe walking away. “… thing.”

The smile turns into a cheeky grin, as though knowing. “Is he?”

“Awhh, dude, no—”

“Have you got like, a thing for dudes who can kill you? Is that your thing?”

“Fuckin’… maybe!”

“Awh, baby virgin has a death-wish crush on a veggie wolfman!”

“I do not!”

Before they can argue any more – Roland’s face growing pinker by the second and Angel’s grin growing wide enough to encompass his face – Winona’s car pulls up. It’s just after half-past seven, and only now are Kenna and Winona coming home. One would think a teacher and administrative assistant would be home sooner than that. “You’re late for dinner!” Angel calls, nudging past Roland to go inside.

“Incredible,” Kenna mutters, “the house hasn’t burned down.”

“It’s probably microwave meals, let’s be honest,” Roland joins in.

“Fuck y’all,” is the welcoming indignant noise to all three as the file in the front door and towards the kitchen/dining room.

“Fuck me running a marathon, I’m starving,” Winona says, immediately swinging open the pantry door and squinting at tins upon tins of beans, corn, baby carrots, baby potatoes, and garden peas. “We got anything else?”

“Pizza,” Angel says as he cranks the oven on.

“Fuck’s sake—”

“Couldn’t be assed buying anything else today so we’re gobbling on shit. Again.”

Further half-hearted squabbling over food washes over Roland as he begs silently for Angel not to bring up the topic of Monroe up anytime soon. Or at all. Neither prayer seems at all likely – having lived a year and six months with the other man, Roland knows what to expect by now – but it never harms to at least try. Kenna, for her part, is quiet. Tired from another day of kids and keeping them engaged, he supposes. He’s not asked yet, and can't find a way that doesn't come off as right-out odd, but he hopes the kids like her as much as she enjoys teaching them.

“So, anyway,” Angel starts, and yes Roland knew it was inevitable but he’s rolling his eyes anyway, praying that Angel is only leading into this with that teasing vibe only to swerve onto something completely different— but he doesn’t. Natch. “Didja hear about Roly’s iddy-diddy crush?”

Winona leans back, mock-gasping, “No!” while Kenna leans forward, elbows on the table, asking, “Really? Aww.”

“Yep – on a Blutbad.”

The girls choke; Winona bangs the table and shakes her head while Kenna splutters, “what! what! are you shitting me! what!” At least it’s perked her up a bit; makes her look lively and less likely to fall face-first and full-asleep into her food.

Then Angel has the gall to be placating, and Roland can only muster up so much energy to glare at him. Panache: Angel’s got it in spades. “Now, now, ladies, it’s A-OK – the dude’s Wieder. Veggie reform.”

Both women scoff; Winona slaps the table again, and Kenna mutters, “Fucking Hell, but a Blutbad? Roly, honey… really?” Her eyebrows scrunch together in her confusion, and she only turns her head when Winona excuses herself from the table. “’m tired, g’night, y’all, Blutbad-fuckers and none alike.” A garbled chorus blesses her winddown-to-actual-bedtime way (“G’night babe.” “I'm not even—” “Nighty-night, lamb.”), and she waves as she trudges upstairs to her and Kenna's bedroom, either to read or translate a book.

Dishes are cleaned and dried and put away, and the remaining three perform their own winddown rituals: Kenna scampers up to one half of the attic, having claimed the eastern half of it as her “study” room (the other half belongs to Leopoldo); Roland drags out his sketchbook from his bedside drawer, along with pencils and pens, and sets to doodling on the fold-out couch he’s got squashed in one corner of his boxy bedroom; Angel watches a How It's Made episode, and he almost considers calling the others down, because they all share a casual interest in this sort of thing, but as it is, he's settled down and far too comfy to move.

Angel considers ignoring the knocking at the door, too, even when they call out that it’s the police, and it is rather urgent. Now, not that his friends have much of a clue, but the memory of a blue boy’s (or blue girl’s) knock is ingrained into his memory – father and mother being the reason that they came in the first place, upsetting and scaring the neighbours (and him) with all sorts of noises. It doesn’t bother him at present, not just because he’s done nothing wrong (might’ve… broke a girl’s heart, once or twice or thrice, but he’s always smoothed it out before) (and not recently, anyway), but because he has nothing to fear. He could probably charm the pants off any person if he were actually human, he’s sure.

Still, there’s no need to irritate, so with great reluctance he heaves himself up off the sofa (that’ll probably end up in the basement in five years’ time), and heads towards the door, noting Roland’s hesitant presence at the top of the stairs before he hides behind the wall again. Nothing to think of, as Roland likes being ‘sneaky’ and an eavesdropper, so when Angel opens the door, he’s not expecting much of anything. Probably the only thing that's ‘urgent’ is that there’s been another string of robberies.

“Evenin’, y’all. What can I do you for?” Off the bat, it sounds ridiculous to hear from his own mouth, but he liked the idea of it rolling off of his tongue so easily. Just some chipper dude enjoying the last dregs of the evening before tuckering off to bed to fetch his sleep before the long work day ahead of him.

At least, as chipper as he can be considering the cop in front of him is a Grimm.

Cold blue, then cold darkness, infinite, stretching long like visible neurons and only his face, his real face is staring back and it is like that old Nietzsche saying, isn’t it?

The cop barely reacts, his face only steeling with realisation. Angel’s only vaguely aware of Roland trotting down the stairs (thumpthump, thumpthump, thumpthump) when the cop – Detective Burkhardt – tells him there’s been a suspicious death in the woods. His partner, Detective Griffin, stands a few feet behind him.

“Oh,” is Angel’s empty reply as he slides in to fill the frame of the front door, trying to block Roland from seeing the Grimm at their door, and keep the Grimm from knowing that there’s more than one Wesen living in the house. They’re all of the harmless variety anyway, so even if he weren't a cop, he’d have no business messing with them. Yet the panic doesn’t leave, only intensifying with the gasp and strangled, “Oh, shit.” At least Roland’s trying to keep his shit under wraps, even if he is now visible and motionlessly panicking under the Grimm’s eye.

Burkhardt, for his part, is acting professionally while the two of them freak out. “Have either of you heard or seen anything?” They both answer in the negative. When Griffin asks how long they’ve been home (suspect list suspect list suspect list), Angel says that he was home since four in the afternoon after finishing up some handywork in the inner city. Roland struggles to remember when he came home.

“I think it was a bit before Kenna and Winni, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Angel agrees, “you came back from…” He spares Burkhardt a glance, “From the woods after your walk.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Roland bites his lip, and adds, mouth running a thousand miles a minute, “I took a walk earlier after we’d gone over some job applications.”

“We?” Burkhardt repeats. Behind him, Griffin shifts his stance, glancing at his partner; the tone was perhaps too sharp for just a simple door-to-door inquiry.

Roland squeezes into the frame, gesturing helplessly at his friend. “He helped me because I get stressed out when going through paperwork.”

Both Wesen are now sure they’ve fallen into the trap of over-explaining themselves: methinks the suspect doth protest too much. In any case, Burkhardt isn’t giving anything away.

“Alright, so what time did you leave, Mr…?”

“Uh, Hoffmann.” Pause, glance at Angel. “Roland.” Clears his throat. “Uh, I think it was… was it around four?”

“No, that’s when I came back, dot-on. You and me went over that paperwork and questionnaire stuff and you went and cleared your head about… five? Ish?”

Another quick look at the Grimm; not a thing from him.

“So yeah, and you came back about seven thirty – wow, you were gone long.”

This time, a trickle of interest on both of the detectives’ faces, and Roland panics.

“I was just walking, man,” he protests, shuffling a quarter-inch further into the house, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Was there anyone else you bumped into who looked suspicious?” Griffin asks, his tone more casual than his partner’s.

“No—” Roland shrugs and frowns. “No-one I thought was suspicious.” A sort-of lie: Monroe The Blutbad sticks out, but… he let the rabbit go. He let the frigging rabbit go, and for fuck’s sake the dude’s Wieder. “I just met one guy in the woods.” He tries for joviality: “I think he’s more the rabbit person than a killer, though.” Of course, it falls flat.

Griffin nods slowly, as if deciding that it’s time to call it a night before Burkhardt can ask any more questions, which is just as well because if he asks anything about their other housemates, there’d be chaos: Winona would break down blubbering under the scrutiny of a police officer even when innocent, and Kenna would stonewall them at every turn; Leo and Elham might be more cooperative, wary as they might be (being no better than the girls, really); Charalampos and Sophia would… well, they might be better with the police, but only if it weren’t posed as some sort of challenge, because they were must stubborn (natch, as Taureus-Armentum).

“Alright, if there’s anything else,” Griffin reaches forward with a number on plain card, “call us.”

“Will do,” is Roland's automatic answer.

Once the two detectives leave, the door is locked and the ground floor is double-checked to make sure the windows and back door are also closed and locked; their other friends have their own keys, so they’ll be able to get in without struggle. The looming promise – “There’ll be someone to come and take your statements tomorrow morning.” – leaves a bad taste in Roland’s mouth.

“Who died?”

Kenna hangs back on the stairs, Winona staying on the landing; it’s likely that she barricaded the bedroom if she ever looked out of the window and saw the cop car, or even so much as heard the word police when they first knocked.

“Dunno,” Angel says, and he instantly sounds more like his usual self – less strung-out, more so-laid-back-he's-horizontal. “We didn't ask, and they just said it was a suspicious death.”

“One of ‘em was a Grimm,” Roland blurts out, and Kenna swears while Winona moans lowly and sags against the wall.

“Oh fuck me fucking sideways, then.”

“Babe,” Winona whines, half-hiccuping, half trying to laugh.

“TMI, hon,” Angel says. Again, lightheartedness falls flat, and dies.

The panicked buzz over the ‘suspicious death’ and the new knowledge of a Grimm blankets them as they retire to bed. The promise of someone on the police force coming over tomorrow to take their statements feels more like a threat, something to trip them up and wrangle a confession out of them.

But it’s not the police, or the death of a person yet unknown, that take precedence in Roland's mind once he’s pulled the covers over his body. It’s the woged face of Monroe The Blutbad, and a rabbit in his hands. More than the panicked dread over the next morning that’s threatening to drag his body into a sleepless, restless night, his head is light with stupid, optimistic hope.

Wieder Wieder Wieder Wieder Wieder--

He dreams of teeth. They do not shred him.

#mine #my writing #mw: grimm #wc: 2000 – 3000 #series: traditionalist wesen; remixed #ch: roland hoffmann #ch: angel krastev #ch: winona maki #ch: kenna allaway #sft

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