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saturnville · 11 months

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make luv universe

— the first love

pairing: tariq st. patrick x black!fem!oc (imaan).

warning: none.

prompt: "can I love you in your love language?”

tags: @neeville @neewrites + anyone else w/ a love for tariq :)

“What’s your love language?

Physical touch. The primary way he enjoyed to receive love. His mother and grandmother were affectionate, his father, not so much. Having being hugged and kissed on growing up, it was something he grew to adore.

He’d been in other relationships and situation ships before,m and struggled to find a sense of appreciation. Not because of purposeful ignorance on their end, but because they tried to show affection in ways he struggled to receive. They didn’t learn how to love him. So, when Imaan wrapped her arms around his torso, head rested against his back, and muttered those words into his shirt, his heart grew three sizes.

“Can I love you in your love language?”

“Yes.”

[…]

He enjoyed her hands on him. Not only in a sexual way, either. The way her fingertips traced the ridges of his build, how her palm rested on his back when they stood side by side and he would get overwhelmed. That was how he found himself laid on his stomach with his head against a pillow and his arms tucked underneath it. She’d offered him a massage.

Imaan hummed along to the soft melodies of Xscape as she kneaded the tension out of his body. The mood was set to that of mellow relaxation. The lights were off. His college dorm illuminated by the streetlights of the city. The hustle and bustle of nightlight harmonized with the vocalists’ song that bled out of his television.

He slipped into a place of unconsciousness for a moment. The pressure of her palms and the gentle caressing of his skin by her manicured fingers sent him into a dimension he’d never been before. One filled with quietness and stillness. Where he laid peacefully lillipads of peace that drifted down streams of joy.

She instructed him to turn over. Tariq’s hands cupped her the thick thighs that bracketed his hips. The action alone made her clench above him. His eyes met hers. Imaan smiled innocently rubbed along his chest slowly and meticulously. Her fingers caught his chain and she tugged on it teasingly.

“Careful,” Tariq muttered. Imaan raised an eyebrow and lowered her body. Her chest, covered by a thin t-shirt, hovered above his. And her lips, God, her lips ghosted over his. Again, she tugged on the expensive piece of jewelry against his brown skin. “You’re a tease.”

“Do somethin’ about it,” Imaan replied lowly. Her eyes had deepened in color and her tone was laced with lust and desire. “If you really bout it.”

Tariq grabbed her neck and kissed her. “Lay back, baby.”

[…]

Love making was an act of poetry. A physical manifestation of literary desire and expression. If ever given the opportunity to sit with a sheet of paper and a pencil, oh how’d he recall his favorite expression of art. The art of making love.

The clenching over her heat around him was a trap he willfully walked into. No blindfold was needed to take a step over the edge and into a deep, wet abyss he would drown in forever.

Her song was different every time. A range of octaves and pitches yet somehow still angelic and beautiful that he’d allow it to play on repeat at every opportunity. And his favorite lyric, his name, came from her like a record-scratch stuck on a loop.

“I’m close, baby.” Imaan’s voice cracked as she reached her climax. Her face was buried in his neck and her legs shook around his waist. Tariq whispered sweet encouragements into her ear as he was brought to his end. “So good for me…”

[…]

“Thank you,” Tariq whispered into her hair. They laid chest-to-back in the petite college dorm bed. Imaan dropped her hand over his and entangled their fingers. She raised their hands and her lips brushed against his knuckles.

“Love you…”

#saturnville #original writing #original content #original characters #original story #black love #black!reader #fic inspo #tariq st. patrick #tariq st. patrick x black!reader #tariq x imaan #power #power book ii: ghost #michael rainey jr

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stressedemoblackbratz · 1 year

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CELEBS (OR MORE)

completed = 𓆩♡𓆪

unfinished = ♡

in the works = ➳

oneshots = ★

INCOMING…

#lil meech #lil meech x reader #lucas sabbat #namor of talokan #michael rainey jr #angus cloud #dominic fike #rodrick #black reader #black y/n #jahking guillory

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freshthoughts2020 · 1 month

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#louis vuitton #lv #Michael rainey jr

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shurismainbxtch · 11 months

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HOLY SHIT DIE FOR YOU IS OUT NOW😳

I recommend this fic to all of my followers even if you haven’t seen Power cause i feel like the plot is enough to give it a read. I just want to say i’m so proud🥹 @venusdraco

#tariq st patrick #power #power book ii: ghost #power book 2 #michael rainey jr #marsai martin

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gbeckyg · 2 months

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#instagram stories #tommy hilfiger #nyfw #nyfw24 #new york fashion week #becky g #michael rainey jr

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shontellarchive · 1 year

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#haile rose

#black women #instagram #pretty #it girl #girlblogging #soft girl #makeup #rich #natural #atlanta #new york #girly dress #girly fashion #selfiie #cars #starship #power starz #michael rainey jr

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year

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Since James Gunn said his Superman reboot will focus on a younger Supes, my brain got to thinking and came up with this:

1) Fionn Whitehead as Clark Kent in his early twenties, just recently moved to Metropolis in order to start his career in journalism.

2) Jenna Ortega as Lois Lane in her early twenties, already considered a maverick journalist despite being way younger than her peers

3) Michael Rainey Jr. as Jimmy Olsen, a rookie photojournalist who befriends Clark and Lois

4) David Harbour as Jonathan Kent, especially since he’s proven that he can play the grumpy, but well-meaning dad role

5) Ewan Mitchell as Lex Luthor, who is more of a cryptobro, Elon Musk-type villain in this version

6) Henry Cavill as Jor-El, continuing the Arrowverse tradition of bringing back the previous lead actor and casting them as the parent of the current version of the superhero

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chalamet-chalamet · 1 year

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Timothée at the NY Knicks game on April 23, 2023.

IG credit: rjbarrett (photo) and michaelraineyjr (video)

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #ny knicks #new york knicks #michael rainey jr

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miss-lauryn-hill · 11 months

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POWER BOOK II: GHOST || A LAST GIFT (3x09)

#power book ii: ghost #power book 2 #power starz #poweredit #usernarco #tommy egan #tasha st. patrick #tariq st. patrick #joseph sikora #naturi naughton #michael rainey jr #my gifs: tv #gif request #tw guns

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jackstanleyroberts · 5 months

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The descriptions of the characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise Part 5

Hello everybody, if you have seen part 4 of the characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise, here's part 5 of the characters in the Scream franchise because I have done the characters of the friend groups of The Fab Twelve & The Friendly Posse & the Supporting Characters but here's the new characters of the Scream franchise.

New Characters: Part 1

Joe Kerry as Johnny Landry, an Smart, & Intelligent young man who's been on a roll in his career because he's an gaming geek & an FBI Agent, he's the love interest of his best friend Jessie Crane, one of the gaming buddies with Terry & Larry Watkins & Nicholas "Nick" Rodriguez & the big brother of Ethan Landry. He's also the partner of Kirby Reed when they investigate the ghostface attacks.

Logan Lerman as Quentin Bailey, an Tough, Loyal, & Extremely Confident young man who's been born & raised in New York because he's the protective big brother of Quinn Bailey & the elder son of Detective Wayne Bailey & he's being buddies with Derek Shepherd & he's not a fan of horror movies but he loves action movies.

Judah Lewis as Derek Shepherd, an Protective, Supportive, Independent, & Intelligent young man who's been one of the students at Blackmore University in New York & joins the friend groups of The Fab Twelve & The Core Four because he's being buddies with Quentin Bailey & he's the boyfriend of Lillian "Lily" Davis. He's also watching the Evil Dead movies starting with Bruce Campbell.

Brec Bassinger as Lillian "Lily" Davis, an Beautiful, Funny, Charismatic, Kind, & Supportive young woman who's being one of the students at Blackmore University in New York & she's an Photographer because she's the girlfriend of Derek Shepherd, the niece of Riley Davis, & she's being frenemies with Carrie Tatum Riley-Weathers.

Michael Rainey Jr. as Anthony "Anton" Mercer, an Loyal, Calm, & Focused young man who's been living in a apartment behind Danny & Danielle Brackett & he's living with Grace-Lynn "Gracie" Moore & Elena Connors & he's also working in law enforcement because he's the nephew/brother-in-law of Terry & Larry Watkins & he's being partners with Riley Davis & Johnny Landry.

Jessica Stroup as Riley Davis, an Tough, Resourceful, & Resilient woman who's being the older niece of Lillian "Lily" Davis & she's an FBI Agent.

Peyton Elizabeth Lee as Susie Kayoko, an Kind, Friendly, Loving & Beautiful young woman who's being friends with The Core Four & The Fab Twelve & one of the students at Blackmore University in New York because she's the younger half-sister of Hannah Kayoko.

Havana Rose Liu as Hannah Kayoko, an Beautiful, Tough, Caring, & Smart young woman who's being friends with The Fab Twelve & The Core Four in the Extended Cut of Scream VI & one of the students at Blackmore University because she's the older half-sister of Susie Kayoko by proxy they're both half-sisters of Anika Kayoko. Her favorite movie is Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II.

Paige Hurd as Hayley McDaniel, an Tough, Gorgeous, & Badass young woman who's been one of the students at Blackmore University in New York because she's the older sister of Holly McDaniel.

More descriptions of the characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise are coming soon.

Stay Tuned!

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themtothea · 8 months

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#love #reblog #love it #1k #aesthetic #follow me #like #black woman #follow #brown skin girl #power #power book 2 #michael rainey jr #Tariq

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saturnville · 1 year

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make luv.

pairing: tariq st. patrick x black!fem!oc summary: he has to remind her of the love he has for her. warning: 18+ smut. (can’t believe I did that). loss of virginity. language. cute fluff.

“It’s not a game, baby. I’m on you for real.��

She found him hard to believe. He was a lot like his father—in ways both good and bad. She knew the reputation he had of juggling different women for his own gain, just like his father. She regretted throwing it in his face during an argument, but her points were valid. She was scared to be juggled and dropped without a care.

“Say that to the women who are ready to drop their draws when you walk in the room.” She saw the irritation etch into his features at her statement. It wasn’t her intention to get him riled up, but it was the reality of their situation. He had girls wrapped around his finger and seemingly couldn’t shake them off no matter how he tried.

Tariq shrugged. “They not relevant. They’ve been cut off for a minute now. I don’t want them, I want you, and I swear on everything, this shit between us isn’t for show, it’s not fake. I only want to be your man, for real.”

She felt his strong arm wrap around her waist. The metal band of his watch cooled her warm skin and she shuddered lightly. His fingers trailed over her backside, gripping softly. She melted into his touch. Seductive old school music helped mold the mood he intended to create.

“I need you to understand something,” his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. They traveled down to her neck, his tongue massaging the sweetest part of her skin. Her eyelids fluttered. “You listenin’?” She hummed lowly.

“Stop worryin’ about other women when I’m not worried about them.” Her skimpy shorts were tugged on by his thumbs, yet his hand made no entry into them. “Stop worryin’ if what I feel for you is real or not ‘cause it is. Stop worryin’ if I’m fuckin’ another woman ‘cause I’m not. It’s all about you.”

Her left breast was stroked by his fingers. She whimpered. “I’m not checkin’ for anybody but you. You understand me?” No words. Just breathless pants and moans, small whimpers of his name. He pinched her nipple and her jaw fell slack.

“Yes, baby…”

He led her to his bed, her back against the freshly washed linens. The kiss they shared was far from the ones they’d previously shared. It wasn’t hot and fervent like a wildfire. No clashing teeth and battling tongues; it was gentle, passionate, and full of adoration.

Tariq nudged her thighs open with his knee and was pleased when they lazily feel open to make room for his body. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies like it was foreign territory—and it was. They’d never had sex, and they’d come close, but it manifested from lust and tension. This time, everything was slowed, calculated, and purposeful.

“Can I?” Tariq tugged at her clothing. She nodded with a soft smile and allowed for him to rid her of his shirt and her little shorts. He found himself in awe of her, as if he hadn’t seen her in such a vulnerable state many times. Still, he reacted all the same. From the beauty marks that decorated her face to the roundness of her stomach and the plushness of her thighs. He eyed the golden anklet wrapped around her ankle and smirked.

His lips trailed down her body slowly. No shudder or shake went unnoticed. She sighed softly. Her hand took purchase on his head, where she nudged him toward the love between her legs. They’d only gotten to that point few times before, and he’d been itching to please her again. It was no better time.

He rested her legs over his shoulder, nibbling at the insides of her thighs. They began to stutter to a close at the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin. He held her legs open.

He caught her eyes for a moment. They were filled with desire, desire solely for him. Tariq hummed in satisfaction and used his dominant hand to caress her heat. Her hips jerked at the sensation and a gasp fell from her lips. “Keep quiet,” was all he said before his tongue found her bundle of nerves.

“Baby…” she whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. She couldn’t give a damn about his expectation for her volume. He would know how he made her feel. His name came from her like a prayer as she pressed his face further into her sex.

He soon added two fingers to increase her pleasure. Her back arched toward the ceiling. Her plush thighs began to tighten around his head and she pushed his head away but he wouldn’t budge. Forcing her legs open, Tariq licked and sucked along the treasure between her legs. Her songs were music to his ears and made his insides dance.

He got lost in providing her pleasure that he didn’t realize how her body shook, how her soft moans turned into high pitched screams, and how her fingers dug into the side of his neck.

Her body stilled and an elongated moan came from her. His eyes were trained on her as she came from her intense release. She whimpered at the removal of his fingers from her, and welcomed his body on hers when he crawled between her legs.

“You okay?” Tariq nipped at her lips and neck.

She nodded. “Mhm. Now I just want you to make love to me.” His eyes snapped up and met hers.

“You say that now, but will you be cool with that decision tomorrow?” The last thing he wanted was for her to say something in the heat of the moment then regret it later. It would hurt him just as much as it would hurt her, if not more. He wouldn’t regret a thing.

She said nothing verbally. But her hands trailed up his physique and she pulled his wife beater over his head. Her manicured fingers crept down the planes of his stomach into the waistband of his sweatpants. Tariq’s breath hitched when she palmed him. His face rested in her neck as she continued to stroke him. Her hips jerked at every low whisper of her name into her ear.

“Fuck me like you love me, Tariq. Do you?”

“I do…” Slowly, he pulled away from her to rid them both of the remaining of their clothing. He leaned over to dig into his dresser for a foil and tore it open with his teeth. She lay comfortably beneath him, anticipating a feeling she’d never felt before. “You sure?”

She nodded. “I’m sure.”

Slowly, he pushed into her. A low wince came from her. Her hands flew to his shoulders and her nails dug into them as he continued to move. Tariq kissed along her lips, face, and neck, whispering sweet nothings to redirect her focus from the stinging between her legs.

“Fuck…” he muttered once she got comfortable and encouraged him to move. His grip on her waist was firm; she’d have crescent moons in the morning. “Damn.” She was fluttering around him and he was weak in the knees.

“You feel so good,” she whispered into his neck. She littered kisses that would result in bruises in the morning. She felt him losing control. The way his arms shook, how his strokes began to get sloppy and sporadic, he was close. And so was she. Her body became warm, her legs felt tight, and a pressure in her stomach bubbled by the second.

“This mine, baby?” He thrust into her with an unfamiliar force. Her hands clawed at the sheets beside her and her head rolled from side to side. It was too much. She couldn’t make out coherent sentences, so she nodded to the best of her ability. “All yours.” Her hand came to his stomach to push him away and he moved it, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

“Tariq!” she squealed. “uh, right there, baby.” A grunt came from him and he used his thumb to stroke her bundle of nerves. The act alone sent her into a new realm. She’d never felt a pleasure like that before. So much love and adoration shown in an act she was grateful she waited on.

Tariq prepared to pull out, but she locked her legs around his hips and captured his lips with hers with a whine. A breathless chuckle fell from his lips in response to her action. Their mouths moved together like perfectly partnered dancers, in sync and never out of it. Just as quickly as she came, he did too , her name sung like an old hymn. Her hands massaged his back to calm him.

They stayed connected for a few moments, eyeing each other like the lovesick teenagers they were. Her thumb drummed down his full lips, which captured it teasingly. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she caressed his face with a trembling hand.

“Lemme get you cleaned up, mama.”

[…]

The shower they shared was filled with teasing touches, intoxicating kisses, and loving stares. She understood why people got so attached after making love to their favorite person. She couldn’t have seen herself sharing her first time with anyone else.

“Did you not get enough?” she laughed as she brushed her teeth. He was behind her, brushing his own, but not without caressing her towel-covered body.

“Never gon’ get enough of you.”

[…]

“You feelin’ okay?” he asked her. There was a hint of nervousness in his tone that she picked up on immediately. She lifted her head from his chest and smiled with a nod.

“I feel great.”

“And you know I love you right?” he said, budging her side. She laughed and nodded again. “Just makin’ sure. You seem to forget.”

She kissed his cheek softly. “I love you, too.”

#saturnville #original writing #original content #original story #black!reader #black love #fic inspo #michael rainey jr #power #power book ii: ghost #tariq st. patrick #james st patrick

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