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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Mr. Black, Part 1

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, degradation kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is sick and tired of the countless mistakes you make while performing your work duties. You were recently hired and just trying to do your best, but nothing is ever good enough for him.

Word Count: 4,099k

A/N: Listen, Idk what happened. He's barely in 2 mins of the film and it broke my brain. That outfit and that smile was too much for me to handle! Idk how many parts this will be. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Shit! He was going to kill you. You whined as the numbers swam in your vision. You desperately looked between two invoices, wondering how you were going to solve this before he found out.

Your leg bounced as your nerves unraveled the longer you stared at the documents. Shit! You were done for. Your stupid little job was over before you had even gotten started. Your bottom lip quivered. There was no way you were going to recover from this.

Tre’s heavy footsteps pounded the carpet on approach and your heart dropped into your stomach. Shit!

You pushed the papers on your desk into one huge pile that you’ll painstakingly unravel in the safety of your home. You tapped a few keys on the computer, trying to look busy. He did not need to know that you had been staring at your egregious mistake for the past half hour.

“Do you have that report I told you to do?” Tre asked, once he reached his office.

“Yes, Sir,” you said. You gave him a dumb ass, goofy smile. You handed over the report in a yellow folder. He snatched it from you, not sparing you a glance, and stalked into the office. The door slam made you flinch.

You weren’t even sure why you stuck around this job. You were recently hired to help with the background work stuff while people all around you were getting fired. Tre had been leading that charge.

Ever since you got hired, you wondered if he hated you. He barely said anything to you except to insult your hard work. Look, the workforce was hard, okay? There’s a lot of shit that school or life doesn’t teach you. More often than not, you had to hide your scrolling on Youtube for any kind of help.

Even when he was in a good mood, flashing those pearly whites and that sinful smile, it immediately froze whenever you entered the room. Your good mood would evaporate and then you were falling all over yourself trying to correct whatever the issue was.

His coffee was too cold, too black, too sweet. His blinds were up too high and he had a nasty glare. This report was wrong, that report was wrong. No, this wasn’t the one he wanted. Yes, this was the one he wanted. Run out and get some lunch. Well, you took too long, I don’t want it anymore.

It was exhausting working for the man, but some part of you wanted a crumb of his praise. Just a crumb. You could survive off of it. You knew you sounded pathetic. Your friends and family were getting sick of you complaining about the man.

Your best friend sort of got it. You snuck a picture of Tre one day and showed her. She nearly fell off of your couch when she saw him.

“This? This is your boss?”

Yes, he is seriously your boss. And he was a fucking asshole. Who else would feel absolutely nothing about firing people a few days before Christmas? Christmas! It was your favorite holiday and just thinking about all the tiny traditions made you so giddy, your heart flipped.

Person after person, box after box, floated by your desk looking absolutely miserable. You watched their tortured faces and your heart hurt thinking that all their years of service fit into one tiny box. The tinsel and ornaments decorating the office seemed like cruel mocking reminders that there would be no Christmas cheer for them.

“Get in here, now!” You jerked out of your seat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The intercom flashed red and then turned off. You hated that damn box. Whatever happened to sending a chat? Way less intrusive and easier on your nerves.

You stood up with your heart racing. The pulse in your neck thumped so painfully, you placed your hand there to try and steady it. Realistically, you didn’t have to tell him about the mistake right now. You just needed a chance to find out what you did wrong.

You smoothed your checkered skirt suit, wiping your sweaty palms on the thick material. El Segundo didn’t get that cold, but the mornings were brutal.

You bit your lip as you approached his office door. You opened it. Tre stood over his desk, one hand on his hip and a paper in his hand. It had to be the report he asked for. You assumed that since it was so late in the evening, that he’d read it first thing in the morning. You had hoped to leave here with a little hope. Not defeated like the past few nights, still not living up to his impossible standards.

All things considered, he was damn delicious. His favorite aesthetic was black. Black shirts, jackets, pants, shoes. The only hint of color on him were his gold chains and glasses. His thick beard complimented his facial structure beautifully. It was an odd mix being both attracted to and afraid of your boss.

“Close the door,” he said.

You followed his command. Shit. You were really in it. Was it your report he was reading? Or did he magically glean that you royally fucked up a fifteen million dollar contract?

Your stomach roiled. You were going to be fucking sick.

You approached the front of his desk like a deer in headlights. There was no room for you to maneuver. It was you, the headlights, and inevitable death. Shit, would you go to jail over something like this?

You twisted your fingers as you stood there and waited for him to acknowledge you. He gave a long sigh and then put the paper down.

“Come here,” he said. His tone was so disrespectful and biting. It was insulting coming from such a pretty man with a soft, ungodly voice.

You rounded his giant desk and stood beside him. He was so huge. Thick muscles bunching the confines of his black suit jacket. You gulped and glanced down. He was looking at your report.

“What does this say?” He asked and pointed to a sentence.

“Due to the natre, er, nature, of the findngs.” Shit. This thing had so many damn typos in it. You typed the damn thing up, distracted, watching all of the people you never got to know walk out of here. Their faces haunted you day in and day out. You shouldn’t care, but well, here you were.

If he had done this at any other time, maybe it wouldn’t have affected you so much. If he fired people around, say…St. Patrick’s Day, then at least people would have an excuse to hide their inevitable drinking.

You looked into Tre’s eyes, an apology ready on your lips, but he was fuming. He was usually so calm and collected, firing people with an ice cold exterior. To see so much passion in him now…you were in deep shit. Without a paddle.

He reached across his desk and plucked out a red pen. “I want you to sit here and highlight all of the mistakes you made. And you better find them all,” he said.

Your shaking hand reached out for the pen. He held it away. “All of them.”

He held out the pen once more and you took it. Tre sat down in his chair and motioned for you to proceed. You spied the chair on the other side of the desk, but you didn’t get the sense that you were allowed to get comfortable while you did this.

You licked your dry lips and leaned over slightly. Page by page, you hunted your mistakes with the red pen. You circled all of the typos you made. Good god, there were so many of them.

Tre sat like a silent specter. His disapproving eyes burned your back as you searched the document. At the end, you were appalled that you let so many slip through. The fuck was wrong with you?

“Count them,” he said.

Shit, shit. You couldn’t handle this fucking stress. “I am so sorry–”

“Count. Them.” You glanced at him. Besides the fire in his eyes, he seemed calm and a little disinterested. Like he was already bored of this shit and wanted you to hurry up.

You took a deep breath. He was only a man. You needed this stupid fucking job, but you will not be treated like this for much longer. Fuck his praise. And fuck him. No man, no job was worth this bullshit. You were going to find a nice quiet job somewhere.

You counted the circles. Like bubbles of misery. “Twenty-four,” you said. At least your voice was strong, giving no hint to your frazzled nerves. Though, the more you thought about it, the less nervous you felt. You were so going to type up your two weeks notice tonight. Fuck this cheerless company.

“Do you have any clue what it’s like trying to do my job but all I can focus on is your shitty ass mistakes? A toddler can type better than you,” he said.

You gasped. Such a fucking asshole. “Everyone makes mistakes,” you pointed out. For fuck’s sake, you weren’t decoding international secrets. The occasional, okay this instance many, typos should not warrant a trip to the principal’s office.

“I spend more time correcting your mistakes than trying to turn this company around. The least you can do is be a competent assistant. Your job is to assist,” he said.

“All you can see is my mistakes instead of all the other shit that I do!” You fired back. Shit. His eyes narrowed and you swallowed, but you weren’t going to hold back. Whether you quit or got fired, you were saying goodbye to him so what the hell did anything matter?

“I bend over backwards to do everything for you! Do you know how many times I’ve had to fix my nails as I run around here doing everything that pops into that meaty ass head of yours? Fix your computer, get you coffee, charge your fucking phone. I was hired to do assistant work, not become your personal maid. The least you can do is treat me with some fucking respect!”

A weight lifted from your chest. You took deep, heaving breaths and felt lighter than you ever had. Even before taking this soul sucking job.

“Bend over,” he said quietly.

“What?” You asked.

Tre stood to his full height. Not quite reaching six feet, but close enough. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and then slipped it off, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt. He rolled up the cuffs.

“I’m spank that tight ass you keep taunting me with for every mistake you have on that report,” he said.

Whoa, what? “Did you not hear what I said?” You asked. You watched as inches of his forearm were revealed. Shit, this shouldn’t be so hot. But it was. Your mouth ran dry for entirely different reasons.

“Every word. Bend. Over. It’s a simple instruction to follow,” he said. The sleeves were at his elbow now.

You barely thought about it. You bent over the desk, breasts pressing into the coolness of his desk. You felt him slide behind you. His thick hands rubbed over the fabric of your dress. He squeezed the fleshiness of your ass and you softly huffed.

“Count out every mistake,” he said.

Smack! Red hot fire bloomed on your right ass cheek. “What the fuck,” you gasped.

“Count it, or we start over,” he said.

“One,” you immediately said. Was this really happening?

Smack! Shit, it really was. “Two,” you gasped again, trying to fight off a moan. Your pussy ached with each subsequent hit. And he was not going easy on you. Each smack was severe, making you reach up on tiptoes to escape it.

He wouldn’t let you. His hand found your ass in any way you had it displayed for him. No two smacks were similar. Some were harder than others. He never hit the same spot twice. Your ass was a mosaic of pain. Heat bloomed in tiny flickers. There was no way you were going to sit down after this.

“Fifteen,” you ground out. Your ass sought his hands, relished each smack he delivered. Your mind turned blissfully fuzzy. Nerves melting away until it was a tiny puddle at your feet. Fuck. You were so turned on and your panties were ruined. Soaked.

Your clit throbbed in time with the flickering heat on your ass. And he continued to smack it. Your ass jiggled after each one. Your feet scrambled for purchase.

“Twenty-two,” you cried out. Tears gathered in your eyes.

The final two smacks to your ass were the worst ones. He had been hiding that strength this entire time. He smacked you like he was truly punishing you for all of the mistakes on the report. You shuddered to think what he would do when he found out about the contract.

He had maintained a professional demeanor throughout it all. He hadn’t spoken, except with soft grunts as the force of his smacks met your ass. He rubbed your booty and you moaned from the white hot pain. How the hell were you going to get home after this?

Tre lowered the zipper on the back of your dress and you whimpered. What more could he fucking do right now?

The answer to that was swift as he pushed the edge of your skirt up and over your wide hips. He groaned with a soft, “fuck”, as he revealed your racy black panties. The lace was sheer with tiny flower designs woven into it.

“I knew hiring you was a fucking mistake. Can’t even focus on shit around here,” he said. Though it seemed like he was talking to himself.

“I thought you hated me,” you whispered. You wiped the wayward tears from your face.

“You and these fucking outfits,” he answered back. He rolled your panties off of your damp pussy. He bent with it, so his breath trailed the back of your thighs and legs. He kissed his way back up. Plump lips placed soft kisses to your thighs and ass. Pain bloomed from his recent spanking and you moaned and moved away. He straightened and pulled your hips back.

He smacked your bare ass this time. The wet sound was loud and lewd. You prayed that everyone was gone for the day. There was no way that these flimsy ass walls had good sound proofing.

“Fuuuuuck,” you moaned out.

“That’s for being such a fuckin’ tease,” he said. His hands left you, going to his own fly as you heard the zipper and the frantic huffs as he hurried to free himself.

“I wasn’t–”

“You know you were. Bending over every chance you got. Smiling every time I fuckin’ saw you. Wearing these outfits you know are not professional,” he said.

He settled back behind you, groaning as you assumed he pumped himself. Fuck, you wanted to see. You looked back at him. Oh, that was a mistake. His head was thrown back, his arms moving jerkily as he pumped his thick length with his hand.

Your pussy clenched as you watched him. You bit your lip at the sheer ecstasy on his face. You didn’t want to speak and interrupt him. While it was true that you dressed up a little more than your coworkers, these outfits were appropriate. You didn’t show unnecessary cleavage and your skirts were decent lengths.

Okay, maybe they went a little too high. But you spent most of your time behind a desk, who was really going to notice? It was better than the bland ass, off the rack looks these other girls wore. It was like they all shopped at the same, ugly ass store. Why should you be bland like them?

You were fucking gorgeous. And wearing pretty outfits made you feel beautiful and comfortable. You loved your heels. Why should you keep all that shit in the closet to make basic bitches feel nice? Fuck ‘em.

Tre rubbed the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You nearly buckled. Your knees collapsed and Tre roughly grabbed your hip to make you stand upright.

You rested your cheek against the cold desk. The coolness helped cool off some of the heat burning through you. You moaned as his tip brushed against your clit. “Please,” you whispered.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Please, fuck me. I need it,” you moaned. God, it had been too fucking long since you got fucked. Not had sex. Got fucked. You had decent situationships in the past. Sure, you had fun. But to get fucked, you needed a certain type of man.

He grunted as he shoved inside, stretching you completely. You cried out as he pulled back and shoved back in, getting his dick wetter from your juices alone. “Sweet fuck,” he moaned.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He worked himself inside you, pushing into the warm, wet core of you. You were a vice grip on his dick. Welcoming him deeper and more easily with every glide. His fingers dug into your hips.

“From now on, I’m checking over all of your work. If I catch more typos, that’s your ass,” he said.

How the hell could he expect you to listen when he was buried so deep inside of you, you were pretty sure with one more shove that he would hit your G-spot? You pathetically whimpered as his movements grew slippier. He slid in and out with more ease than before.

His thrusts turned sharper. Each one shoved you against the desk. The hard plane of the desk shoved into your stomach. The pain was barely a thought.

“Oh yes, yes,” you moaned.

“Takin’ this dick well,” he moaned. His thrusts increased. Barely giving you time to breathe in between each one. They were powerful and unrelenting. The desk rattled. His thighs pushed into yours, trapping you against the desk as he pounded into you. His hands around your hips were bruising. He had you slightly lifted, so your feet slightly dangled off of the ground. He supported you easily.

The minimal praise from him made your heart soar and your pussy flutter. “Oh, you like that shit, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

“Tell me you like it then,” he said.

“I like it,” you said.

“Like you mean it,” he said and gave another savage thrust that made you see stars.

The desk made an intrusive knocking sound in time with his thrusting. That’s how hard he was fucking you.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” you moaned. Your belly flipped as your orgasm built and built.

“Let it go, then,” he said.

You cried and whimpered as you came.

“Mhm, let it go. Let it go. Mhm, feeling all of that,” he cooed while you came, stars going off like bombs in your weak vision. Your head swam. Your vision winked in and out. You were bliss personified, cumming with a type of euphoria you didn’t know existed.

You squeezed his dick as you came. “Get that shit nice and creamy,” he said.

He continued to pound into you, fucking any last remnants of your orgasm out of you. He was so hard and thick, sliding in and out and wrenching every little sound he could out of you.

Wet smacking and the rattle of his thrusts filled the room with a harmony you wanted on repeat forever. You were creamy for him. Needy for him. Needy for the way that he could fuck you stupid and you thanked him for it.

You managed to look back at him. Again, his head was thrown back. The wide expanse of his neck pulsed with a thick vein you wanted to lick. Sweat dripped down into his shirt. His sleeves were still rolled up. He was power and strength. Thick in every sense of the word.

Broad shoulders, soft beard, and those glasses. Good god, you loved those glasses on him. That wide smile of his. His rich, midnight skin. You could spend hours licking every inch of him and it wouldn’t nearly be enough.

He was lost in you, lost with his dick pumping into you. Watching how you were making him feel, another orgasm built. It climbed its way to the surface, whisking you away to the stars again. Shooting through the universe with nothing to hold you down. Nothing to keep you anchored. You just floated like stardust around the cosmos.

“Oh fuck, please,” you moaned. You didn’t know what the fuck you were saying. You were mumbling and moaning, unaware of anything but his hands on your hips. His dick inside you. His balls slapping your clit. Your hand moved behind you seeking his body. His thrusts were too much.

You pushed against him. You didn’t want him to stop. Just for him to ease a bit. Your swollen clit was sensitive as hell. You weren’t sure if you had another orgasm in you. It was too soon and his punishing pace was going to literally fuck you stupid in a minute.

“Move that fuckin’ hand before I do,” he spat.

“But…Sir…” He was fucking the air out of you. You couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, please.”

True to his word, he grabbed the hand that you were trying to push him away with. Your left hand was twisted behind your back as he leaned forward, deepening his strokes.

It turned harsher, fucking you into the desk. He’d fuck you through it if he could. His moans turned desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Take this nut.”

He groaned as he unleashed his climax inside of you. He filled you with his cum. His dick twitched and pulsed against your spongy walls as his cum was fucked into you. Still he moved, still he pounded into you like he was trying to prove something.

His hips faltered as he sputtered the last of his cum. He buried himself to the hilt and a shiver ran through him. Your frantic breathing matched his as he slowly pulled out of you.

Fuck! You were fucking sore! A hundred baths wouldn’t soothe this shit. A moment later, his cum slipped out of you and you moaned. Well shit. No condom. Luckily, you were on the pill but still. You shouldn’t be so fucking horny that you didn’t talk about these things.

However, after getting fucked the way you just did, you’d happily accept his cum. Many times over.

His cum leaked out of you, sliding down your pussy and legs. He groaned, leaned down, and spread your ass cheeks just to watch.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he said. He pushed two fingers inside and you whimpered. He grunted one last time and removed his fingers.

He grabbed a few tissues off of his desk and started to clean you up. You hissed when he hit a sensitive spot. He kissed your ass and legs as he cleaned up. “So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ beautiful,” he soothed as he cleaned.

You were a shaking mess. Your legs could not support you. He chuckled as he finished. He pulled his pants up first. You heard the slide of his belt buckle. Then, he pulled your panties up to cover your ass. Next, he lowered your skirt and fixed the zipper.

You were too weak to move from your spot. Too weak to stand up and say or do anything. You laid there in amazement. He helped you up and then steadied you while he lowered you into his chair. His chair.

He got to work, righting various knick knacks on his desk. He moved a tiny Christmas snow globe on his desk that you had brought him on the first day. He had raised his eyebrow at you, told you that you couldn’t bribe your way to a good start, and disappeared into his office. You thought he had thrown it away. You were too nervous to notice anything when you came into his office. Just his disapproving eyes and smug smirk.

He moved the report back into the yellow envelope and closed it. He turned around and rested his ass against the desk. He tapped the file with his long fingers. “Be sure to correct this. We’ll go over it first thing in the morning.”

You glanced at him. “Yes, Sir,” you said with a hoarse voice. Fuck, your throat hurt. Everything hurt. He smirked as if he were reading your thoughts.

Yeah, a merry Christmas to you too, mu’fucker.

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hwadam-stories · 1 month

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⊹ PHANTOM PAINS ⊹ PILOT EPISODE

(black!fem!) mea harper!reader x ceo boss!dhan tae-oh

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

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⊹ CW: long post, emotional cheating, unrequited love, depression, fluff, drama, etc.

⊹ SYNOPSIS: Celebrating his niece's birthday at a restaurant, Dhan recognizes you from across the room as his past lover from five hundred years ago and is determined to stop at nothing to be with you again.

⊹ A/N: this is my first serious fanfic, feedback on this pilot (comments, messages & reblogs only!) will help me consider continuing it with motivation. Canon divergent / somewhat canon compliant to the MEA CULPA (2024) film by Tyler Perry with some crossover aspects thrown in. I hope you enjoy!

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"Does Your Majesty wish to meet again in our next lives?" You asked, wrapping your arms around him.

"Of course, were you considering abandoning me?" Dhan replied, chuckling.

"Okay then, when the time comes, I'll be your master once more." You promised. "Your love. Your pain. Even your very last breath, please give them all to me."

"They are all yours, y/n."

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There was a time when those words meant everything to him.

A time when finding you meant everything to him.

But after his fifth life, Dhan had given up on his search and the phantom pains have haunted him ever since.

It was a pain that wasn't his, a pain that never faltered in reminding him of his failure despite the many times you two were reincarnated throughout the last five hundred years.

Your souls were connected after all and even though this pain has brought him a great deal of misery, part of him hoped you weren't feeling anything.

Presumably, because he was always reincarnated as a man, he assumed you would be reincarnated as a woman but other than that, he never really had any concrete way of finding you. It was safe to assume that since his ethnicity changed, yours did too.

Not that he particularly cared what race you were now, all that mattered was that he was reunited with you. But that promise has become nothing but a fleeting dream. A delusion Dhan couldn't completely let go of because this pain meant that you were alive, somewhere out there. Hopefully looking for him too.

In every lifetime after the first one, he always accumulated a great deal of wealth somewhere in his mid to late twenties under the name of Dan.

In this era, he was Dhan Tae-Oh, the boss of a CEO corporation in Korea and came from a long line of gangsters that reinforced the values of family and business to a rather high degree.

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Tonight, he was celebrating his niece's 9th birthday and his sister-in-law's most recent promotion in the fashion industry.

His younger brother, Charles Kang, arranged everything at the finest Italian restaurant in all of Chicago, Illinois, called up Dhan three days before and here they all were.

"You know, we got lucky tonight." Charles set aside his fork and knife for a sip of wine.

"I initially planned to invite more people for Abby's dinner party but a larger group had already reserved a bigger table and I snagged us the only one they had left."

Now that Dhan gave it a second thought, Piccolo Sogno was unusually packed tonight and much busier than he had initially anticipated.

Even looking over his shoulder he could still see the glimpse of the same crowd he passed through, still waiting in line outside.

His assistant, Seon-woo, mentioned something about a on the rise celebrity artist being one of its more known customers over the last couple of years. No one Dhan had really heard of or cared to for that matter.

"Their celebrating their mum's birthday, I heard." Susan remarked, her posh accent gleaming through. She looked past her husband and over her shoulder, seeing the large the table behind them.

There were about five people and that one particular redheaded woman must've been the birthday mom. "Surely Abby won't mind sharing her special day when two cakes come out." Susan teased.

"You got me a cake?!" Abby gasped, beaming with a smile. "Is it a big one?"

"You can only have two slices, young lady." Susan tenderly pinched her daughter's cheek. "The last thing we need is you bouncin' off the walls at 2 o'clock in the mornin' on a school night."

Abby pouted and brought those puppy eyes straight to her uncle.

Dhan stifled a laugh, hiding that cheeky smile behind a half closed fist. "I'm sorry Abby, not even that can convince me to break your parents rules but I'll make it up to you when dessert arrives, I promise."

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Dessert was served in the form of a double stacked white and pink frosted cake decorated with strawberries and red icing for the words "Happy 9th birthday, Abigail!"

Candles were blown and nine year old Abigail Kang became tonight's birthday girl that the staff (and some nearby tables) sang to. Pictures were taken and there were smiles all around.

The gift that Dhan purchased was a reasonably expensive one but not something he would ever think to showboat about. He simply had some connections here and there and thought to put them to good use for the short time he was going to be in Chicago.

"All fourteen of Taylor Swift's albums!?" Abby squealed, wrapping her arms around her Uncle Dhan and squeezing him tight. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"

Dhan laughed nervously, patting her head and squeezing her shoulder tenderly. "Your arms squishing my insides make that explicitly clear."

Everything was going great. Dhan was feeling great.

That is, until things weren't great anymore.

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Dhan suddenly gripped the edge of the table to stop himself from keeling over on the floor of the restaurant.

His chest became uncomfortably tight and his head began throbbed with a splitting sensation.

The phantom pain had returned.

For the sake not wanting to make a scene or ruin what was already a perfect night, Dhan got his breathing under control, keeping some stoicism to his face to not alarm anyone.

The tightness in his chest seemed to lessen but the throbbing in his head wasn't going anywhere.

"Pumpkin, why don't me and you freshen up in the girls' room and leave the boys here, yeah?" As if on cue, Susan took her daughter by the hand and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Dhan." Charles sighed, addressing him in a somber tone of their birth language. Entirely oblivious to what his brother suffering with. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye but I'm really glad you could make it tonight."

He listened to his brother -- or at least tried to.

The words were being drowned out by a sudden ringing in his ears, leaving him momentarily stunned that it almost felt like the world around him was going to spin.

But he wasn't feeling nauseous from the alcohol or a sudden fever. It felt more like ... resentment.

It put a bitter taste in his mouth and made him clench his fist at the end of the table until his knuckles went white.

His brother hadn't done anything wrong and yet Dhan was being swallowed whole by the sensation, not knowing where to place it.

It's just ... if his brother wasn't the problem, then who?

"Oh look! Her Majesty, The Queen has finally arrived." A woman's voice cackled in the air.

She was an older looking caucasian woman with red curly hair and wine red lipstick, belonging to the group that booked a table for a total of nine and judging by what the already opened and nearly empty wine bottle, she must've had a bit too much to drink.

That's when he saw you approach the table.

It was you. It was really you.

His soulmate.

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"Don't worry son, your second wife will be on time." Azalia, your mother-in-law cackled, caressing the cheek of Kal, your husband.

His awkward shuffle of a smile made it crystal clear that whatever came out of her mouth tonight, he wasn't going to come to your defense anytime soon.

What can you expect from a man that holds his disrespectful mother over your marriage of three years?

What's worse is that Azalia had the nerve to invite the one woman she favored more.

Your husband's childhood friend, Jenna.

The same childhood friend that had become the topic of your marriage counseling session that your husband Kal had ditched midway through for this dinner party.

A session that you had to finish by yourself, making you the one who arrived late.

Jenna was a tall, light skinned woman with dark curly hair and a bright red dress with a V neck to show off a window of cleavage and a shortened skirt to show off her toned and slender legs.

And to add salt to fucking wound -- Azalia made sure Jenna sat next to your husband while you sat at the end of the table with your only friend and sister-in-law, Charlise.

"I'm sure you won't mind, y/n. You and Charlise probably wanna talk anyway."'

You looked at Kal, searching his gaze for something, any sign of him speaking up to his mother but to your utter disappointment he just let it happen.

You can only push down the intense feeling of resentment and agitation with a passive aggressive smile, taking your seat at the far end with Charlise.

This was going to be a long dinner to get through.

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Apart from a brief exchange of words from your brother-in-law, Ray Hawthorne, and the couple sitting across from you, Charlise was the only saving grace at this table and frankly the only reason you kept it together as long as you did.

As much as you wanted to tear off that terrible red wig and burn it, you tuned out your mother-in-law whenever she made any more chide remarks about you.

Not much of a point in ignoring your husband, he was too focused on Jenna and giving Azalia one of the most expensive birthday gifts you had ever seen.

A silver and gold watch that you knew your unemployed husband didn't have the money for.

"Happy birthday mom, from me and y/n."

You scoffed in utter disbelief and stood up from your seat, grabbing your purse. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air."

"Oh, well you take your time. We're doing fine here." Azalia insisted, smiling from ear to ear.

Kal was on the verge of getting out of his seat, expressing concern. "I can come with you babe--"

"No." You snapped coldly, barely sparing him a glance as you waved him off dismissively. "I'll be fine on my own, thank you."

Kal frowned, lowering himself back down with a defeated expression. "A-Alright, just don't stay out there too long."

You sighed into the night air, hands pressed against the metal railing while the people behind you carried on with their evening under the lit up patio roof. Glasses clanking, people laughing, wine pouring and plates clinking.

All of it was just background noise to drown out one particular thought that you couldn't run away from.

Maybe it's time to put this relationship on permanent leave.

It's not a pleasant thought. It never was. You and Kal had known each other for eight years and had been married for the last three of them. You've had your ups and downs like any other couple and got through it but this? This was too much. His mother was too much.

But that's probably what SHE wants. The sooner you're gone. The happier she'll be.

You only stuck it out this long because you genuinely loved Kal and Charlise was the anchor keeping you grounded.

As one of Chicago's most successful defense attorney's alongside your brother-in-law, you had everything and yet nothing at all with how your marriage was starting to fall apart, on top of shouldering the numerous bills since Kal lost his job as an anesthesiologist.

God, where did it all go wrong?

"Having a rough night?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the deep and smooth voice of a man walking up beside you. The cool night's breeze washing over you both.

He was a tall and handsome man of Korean decent. The darkness of his long hair making the crimson color of his eyes seem as though he were some beast straight out of a fairytale.

Alluring eyes that stared into you with a hint of sincerity and invitation.

You can barely hold in a chuckle, crossing one arm over the other to let your wedding ring glint in the moonlight. "That would be the understatement of tonight."

He sees this and can't hide the smirk on his face. "I don't blame you. In-laws can be infuriating like that sometimes. Especially mother-in-law's."

The restaurant wasn't exactly that big in terms of table arrangements so it makes sense one's antics would be overheard when they're standing around the biggest table in the room.

You chuckle again. The tightness in your chest starting to lighten but your smart enough to keep up you guard to shut down any potential flirting, even the harmless kind. "Can you expect anyone to act cordial on their birthday? I've been here all night without a single drink of my own and tolerating her has been exhausting."

You certainly weren't the type to open up like this to a stranger of all people but it felt good. Yes, you had your friend, Charlise, but there was something different about this man. Something oddly familiar.

"Because she's acting like a cunt towards you and only you and you feel that if you didn't step out when you did you would've tore her a new one right infront of her favorite son and the entire restaurant?" He guessed your exact feelings with a cheeky smile.

You exhale a baffled laugh.

It's like he knew exactly what you were feeling.

"Oh, so you're a mind reader now?"

He raises his right hand, jokingly. "Guilty as charged, your honor."

The both of you laugh.

"Dhan."

"Y/n."

Dhan smiled, staring longingly into your eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, y/n."

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Eventually, you were back inside the restaurant. Sitting comfortably beside Charlise and ignoring another passive aggressive comment from Azalia.

You had been gone for a solid eight, maybe ten minutes tops.

The dinner eventually ended and everyone was putting aside their plates and gathering up their coats and belongings while Ray generously secured the bill.

That's when the waiter approached with an expensive looking bottle of wine.

Ray dismissively waved his hand. "No need to send over anymore wine, sir. You can take that back, the dinner party is over."

The waiter shook his head. "I'm sorry sir this isn't for the table. I'm looking for a y/n, is there a y/n here?"

You raise your hand slightly to get the waiter's attention. "I'm y/n."

The waiter smiled at you, presenting the bottle. "Piccolo Sogno would like to formally gift you our most exclusive wine to enjoy right at home. On behalf of a generous courtesy from Mr. Tae-Oh, ma'am who wishes you a fine night. Thank you for you dining with us."

A bit stunned, you still accepted the bottle. That name alone already clued you in to who this was from.

Unaware of your husband's jealous gaze, you can't hide the smile on your lips as you read the note on the bottle.

A drink to wash away all your frustrations - Dhan.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Date with a Vegan

SP00KY SZN LIVES ON. My second favorite season if you can't tell. Second to Christmas. Anyways! Here's a fic that's rated E for Everyone. Just a cute lil date.

Pairing: Trevante Rhodes x OC

Tags: Vegan, Halloween Haunt, Theme Park, Vampire

Being a vegan surrounded by meat lovers was hard. They wanted to put meat in everything, not caring how it was sourced. They didn't care about severe animal cruelty or the harsh conditions these animals lived in. They didn't care that the meat packing and production facilities weren't concerned with healthy or hygienic practices and were breeding centers for bacteria and illness. They didn't care about the labor exploitation. They couldn't even be sure it was real cow or chicken. All they knew was that meat and animal byproducts appeared in packages or on plates and they tasted good.

"What veggies you got on that grill, Kev," she peaked over his side hoping for some onion and pepper kebabs, maybe a little grilled pineapple.

"Links. Hot dogs. Fish.. More links."

"Triflin," she glared, softening when he showed her to her own plate of a grilled veggie stir fry complete with tofu. She kissed his cheek.

She was so used to people acting funny about her eating habits and tired of being teased by her friend group and pressured. Just as they hated when she preached from a high horse, she hated the way they paraded their veganphobia.

"Liv," Hayden appeared with a Tupperware bowl. "I brought you these vegan meatballs to try. I think they're pretty tasty, try one. Tell me how it tastes to you."

Olivia started to take one but they didn't look right. "They look like regular meatballs.."

"Oh no I got them at Sam's Club and they're like.. soy."

Olivia's gut said no. Hayden wanted a cheap laugh expecting her to eat it and love it and say 'Wow this tastes as good as meat,' Luckily she had a few good friends to clue her in and she was correct. It wasn't funny to her that a friend of 20 years would try to trick her and though they'd been buddies, the friendship was terminated due to disrespect. Olivia needed a new circle of vegan foodies to eat with and trade recipes with.. people she could trust not to gaslight or lie.. people who saw things similarly and enjoyed what she enjoyed.

A vegan meetup seemed the perfect place to meet like minded people and talk for an hour or two. She looked for something local but it seemed very white and bland, so she set one up herself hoping it would attract more melanin and it did. Everyone said they had the idea to meet other vegans of color but no one had made an effort to create anything. They were so glad Olivia took the initiative. Panera had space, wifi, and vegan options that made a good snack or lunch. They took over a few tables for a couple hours as she'd hoped, discussing their favorite eateries, vegetable dishes, and ways to make things taste better than meat or cheese. As far as food went she’d found her people and she wasn't the only one with a BBQ story. Others had experienced similar situations with the people in their lives. They understood her.

The regularity of the vegan meetups bonded everyone together, so much so that cliques and relationships began to form within the group. Everyone wondered about her relationship status. Why was she single? Did she want a hookup? Everyone seemed to have one for her in their back pocket.

She dated a DJ who wasn't vegan, but he respected her boundaries with meat, milk, and cheese. It didn't work because he was immature. Someone else offered up their brother, but he too was not vegan and the connection was not there. Would she find a man who fit her actual criteria? It seemed a tall order.

One of her new friends, Delia, invited her to tag along at the Halloween Haunt with her, her daughter, her daughter's friend, and her brother. Apparently he too was single and looking.

The fall still felt like summer although it was late October. The day had a high of 90 degrees and Olivia felt every single one of them beating down her back causing your Nirvana shirt to cling with sweat. Her chopped boho braids were swept off her neck in two low stocky pigtails.

Halloween Haunt was an event she swore she'd never attend, being the coward that she was when it came to horror and jumpscares. Every October, someone would invite her and she'd say ‘Hell No’. She hoped she wouldn't regret it.

"Olivia," Drew smiled shaking her hand for the first time. He was cute and tall. Delia had done well with that. They all walked through the park together with cotton candy and Delia's 9 year old daughter acting very possessive over her uncle. Olivia could tell Drew was her favorite person.

"COME HERE," she stomped demanding Drew follow her to near the entrance of the haunted house.

"She just knows she’ll make you go in with her," Delia whispered in his ear. He tried to go and take Olivia with him, holding her hand, but Olivia declined.

"You go ahead," she waved, keeping a safe distance.

"Olivia," he reached again trying to take her hand. She didn't want to draw too much attention to her own fear. She shook her head and waved him on again. Her plan was to get to know Drew a little, ride some rides, eat some cotton candy, and leave when it got dark.

"UNCLE DREW!"

"You gotta go in with us, it'll be fun.."

"No, I'll wait for you here. I don't like scary things. Enjoy it with your neice," Olivia smiled.

"I insist, just walk with us. We're not going in without you." He was stubborn and it rubbed Olivia the wrong way.

"OLIVIA PLEASE," the kids yelled.

"You heard em, no one's going unless you come," he shrugged.

“Well that’s just too damn bad.” Olivia walked away deciding to ride a ride on her own but Delia caught up and walked with her leaving the kids to Drew. She stood beside Olivia in the line with an unhelpful smirk.

"They all think it's funny to mess with you..

Come onnnn,” she pulled at Olivia's hand. "It's Halloween Haunt, don't hold it against them."

"I've held grudges for less."

“Uh uh,” Delia laughed pointing to a guy dressed as a very large and convincing looking tarantula. It made Olivia cringe. There were costumes all over the park, but they was more like your beginner's face paint. Olivia wasn't ready to see realistic costumes like his at night.

She strapped in beside Delia on the ride that ticked to a start and sent them on a long track that tick tick tick ticked up into the sky and then mellowed at the top, dropping with speed that blew their faces and put wind in their eyes. They went through loop after loop and finally raced back to the starting point where they jerked to a stop.

“That was fun,” Olivia grinned, climbing from the seat feeling refreshed by the wind.

“Then let’s ride another one,” Delia walked with eyes on the next roller coaster. After it, they decided to take a break and stay on the ground for a while. “You sure you don't wanna conquer your fear and brave the Haunted House for memory's sake?”

The kids were finally running back full of excitement to talk about what happened in the house and of course they all still wanted Olivia to go in. "Don't be lame," the friend of the daughter sighed.

"No," Olivia asserted. "You don't know who's playing and who's for real. There could be a serial killer chasing you with a chainsaw and you'd think it's fake but the whole reason they took this job was to kill people and get away with it."

"You a punk. How old are you," the daughter asked. The adults' jaws dropped.

"Lil girl I will punt yo ass across this park, don't play with me," Delia threatened in Olivia's defense, but the child was on a roll.

"Oh my GOD! You're really old so just grow a backbone already, I'm 9 and got more spine than you!"

"Okay? I would break it but I'm a let the slashers do it for me... hm."

"Girl.. you arguing with kids?" Delia stared at Olivia cockeyed.

"She is arguing with me, ma'am. She think cause you're her mama I won't flip her."

"You need to grow up and realize it's not real," Drew jumped in but Olivia was already over him, putting a hand in his face.

"Y'know?.. It's gonna be sad when you crying later because you tryna front so hard.. and I'm a laugh."

"At your grown age.. afraid of people in costumes."

Olivia said screw them and went to another ride, determined to enjoy herself since she'd paid to be there. The park's crowd had increased with more visitors in face paint, costumes, and masks. The sky was darkening but she wanted one more bang for her buck.. Again, Delia went with her but this time she apologized on behalf of her family. As the temperature dropped, it became cool to where Olivia now felt her chills outside instead of inside. She enjoyed her ride, but when she got off.. it was time to go.

"Good to hang with you, but I'm calling it. I'm gone," Olivia hugged Delia with no hard feelings.

"Okay, but the fun is just starting. For us, I mean. We're a horror loving family and it's gonna be fun to watch people run through here scared."

"Girl I'm gone. I don't care nothing about that, I'll getting my black ass outta hereee."

"NOOOO!" She heard a shriek from across the way.

"Sh-shit," she jumped out of her skin and behind Delia as the big ass tarantula from before came from her blind spot crawling fast toward her in the most freakishly unnatural contortion. He had kids screaming and using parents as a shield.

"BACK UP," Delia squared up, ready to kick and swing. He stood like a normal person. Tall. His costume now looked more like a hanging costume on his thick frame.

"Chill," his hands raised in surrender.

"Aw," he chuckled at a couple holding hands before hissing and grabbing at them, scaring the shit out of both. He chased them off a few feet as Delia laughed.

"Extra," Olivia sighed. Her heart was still racing visibly as the guy got closer, reaching out with his beady blackout contacts. He touched her neck and she cringed.

"Your heart.. Damn."

"I'm saying! How do I get out of here quick because I don't do scary. Do I have time?"

"Okay bye girl," Delia waved, heading back to her family.

"What time is it," the actor asked, looking at Olivia's phone when she showed him. "Not long. Get to the bridge."

"Which way is it, I forgot?"

"You mind if I touch you?" Gently but very quickly he linked his arm in hers, escorting her through the crowd and pushing through on her behalf to get her to the bridge in half the time. "There's less than 5 minutes before things get wild. We WILL get in your face with axes and chainsaws. We WILL chase you relentlessly, especially Chris or Tony, they're assholes. Don't show fear or you will be targeted."

"I'm not tryna die on accident because people like to play games. I have work tomorrow. Don't laugh, it's not funny."

"It kinda is..," he grinned bearing white fangs that looked good with his white teeth. "I mean, this is a fun way to make a few extra dollars and get a laugh but also you kinda right, it's not like they do mental health screenings.."

"I wish I could call you in case I don't make it. It's okay though, I understand y'all can't do that."

"Uhhm.. it's not that. I don't have my phone on me when I'm scaring. But I got you, take my number down." Quickly he called it out and she saved it. "Cross the bridge. It'll put you back near the entrance but you need to beat this music. Go in one of the stores and act like you shopping. They can't fuck with anyone spending more money."

"Thanks!"

"Go."

Olivia nearly ran across the bridge dodging people and racing against time. The eerie music had already began. She looked back briefly to see him head back toward the haunted house, scaring another man who jumped out his damn skin. He was something else, running wild. She made it into a store in the nick of time as the eerie music changed into more commercially Halloween music.

A spooky procession of monsters and murderers gathered around the center fountain and marched like an army, breaking into more of a choreographed dance routine which gave park visitors the chance to see them all and their costumes. There were a lot of them Olivia noticed as she looked out through the window in the sweets section of the themed shop. She took a large lollipop. It was mayhem on parade. They were organized up to a point then all at once, the music stopped abruptly and all hell broke loose. People screamed bloody murder. The murderers and monsters broke formation, gunning after people with chainsaws and axes as the tall chocolate spiderman with the black eyes and fangs had said. It was lowkey hilarious for Olivia to watch from the safety of the shop. She shot him a text to tell him so and to say thanks.

Olivia watched the chaos with a few others from the tables at a nearby eatery and they cackled together, crying with laughter that was enough to make her think she might attend the next Halloween Haunt afterall, just to watch. Less than an hour later she spotted Delia, Drew, and the kids approaching. The daughter was crying and Drew looked traumatized. Delia was in full hysterics. Olivia had told her new park buddies about them and they smirked with the inside joke, watching karma unfold.

"What happened," Olivia feigned concern as Drew quickly disappeared to a bathroom. Delia was turning red because she couldn't stop laughing .

"Girl," Olivia chuckled.

"HEeEee-" she nearly screamed with laughter, grabbing the table for support. "HE got SCARED in the haunted house and-," she swallowed, "-And he peed trying to get by the BRIDGEeEe. Then," she sniffed. "They kept chasing the kids!" She wheezed now a bright red as her daughter cried. The lil friend was chillin. Olivia swallowed her lips as her new buddies coughed in laughter. She waved them goodbye and walked with Delia from the park delighting in every detail of Drew's fear.

"DON'T GO IN THERE, I'M BEGGING YOU, DON'T DO IT," the 9 year old yelled at the people trying to enter the park. Olivia fought the urge to be petty, turning her head to laugh. She waited until she got in her car to start laughing and tweeting what just happened. She texted the park employee too in case he'd find it funny. He did. His name was Trevante. He told her the next day and asked if she wanted to catch a bite to eat. Of course she agreed.

"I'm vegan," she warned him and to her surprise he said, "Me too."

They met on another sunny day at a well-known vegan restaurant and settled in, greeting each other and ordering lunch before Olivia brought up what she'd been thinking since he sat down. She didn't want to be rude, but.. "Trevante, why do you still have the contacts and the fangs?" It was a little creepy.

"What contacts?"

She stared. "The black.." She gestured to her own eyes.

"These are my eyes," he blinked. "They don't come out, they're real. Is it a deal breaker?"

"Those are your eyes? Are those your teeth?"

He wiggled one. It didn't move.

"How does that happen?"

"Probably because I'm a vampire?" He continued when her eyes widened. She was a second from jumping up. "Don't tell me you're vampirephobic. People behind on vampire culture always freak out when I tell them. It's the media perception. To this day, we're discriminated against and painted as these violent animals with no self-regulation or control."

"So what is true.. Not to be insensitive, but I've never met a vampire before."

"Most likely you have. Some of us are privileged and human-passing. We're just like you, Olivia, we eat and exist. We don't sleep, but neither does your typical insomniac. We pay more in sunscreen. That's about it."

"What about the cross? Does it burn? You still drink blood right?"

"Now that was ignorant."

"I'm sorry!"

"Blood? Is this the 1800s? Dracula? Baby, I'm Christian, the only thing that burns are my Jo Malone candles. As for blood, I told you I'm a vegan. I don't consume anything with a pulse, besides blood is often unethically sourced like other byproducts. Unless you're getting it fresh for yourself, you can't be sure of how it's being gathered or who it's coming from.

"I never thought of vampirism in that way.."

"It's fine, it's not like you learn about vampiric anatomy or health in biology or health class, we're completely excluded. Go ahead and ask.."

"Well what do you drink?"

He raised his carton that he paid for. "Coconut water. It's good for the body and tastes good. It's so pure that it's often used in blood tranfusions as an intravenous fluid. Bet you didn't know that."

"I didn't," Olivia smiled resettling in her seat. They continued their conversation with Olivia inviting him to join her Vegan meetups. They'd be happy to meet him, though he'd have to suffer their ignorance for a bit until they understood. It would be like educating a group of white people on racism.. She felt a little bad about that. Still, she hoped he'd show up and she looked forward to a second date. If he wasn't too upset with the questioning.

(Photo manip by me ❤️)

Happy Halloween

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thecapodomme · 19 days

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THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

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A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way.

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face.

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound.

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

P/C: If you'd like to be added to my Tag list just say so it's MAD OPEN! i'll be glad to add you. I really do hope ya'll enjoyed it. Lord knows I had a time writing it for ya'll!

Special Shout out and a thank you to: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @melaninpov @browngirldominion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes For bullying me..... (Nah just kiddin!) For making me see this through. all inspirational to me and incredible moots!

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calif0rnia-lovers · 1 month

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send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?

who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):

adonis creed.

athur pendragon.

bucky barnes.

lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.

carmy berzatto.

erik killmonger.

frank castle.

conrad fischer.

harald sigurdsson.

javy "coyote" machado.

jax teller.

joaquin torres.

joel miller.

josh cody.

pope heyward.

sam wilson.

sinqua walls.

steve harrington.

tangerine.

trevante rhodes.

zuko.

If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃

Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.

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thatone-girly · 1 month

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#trevante rhodes #joey bada$$#fontaine #they cloned tyrone

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whirlybirbs · 9 months

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Wait wait wait. If we’re talking about holo-formers, what are your thoughts on them all? Especially with the new face for Ironhide.

i really only have a few established!

my bumblebee holo-avatar has always been taron egerton

we talked about michael b jordan as jazz, but tbh i've been noodling and i would sell my soul for a trevante rhodes moment — it's good, it's a lil older, a lil wiser

ironhide has rightfully been established by anon as jon bernthal (esp with beard bc wowee) and he must be bleeding/bruised at anu given time

optimus was idris, but i am kinda meh on this. i wanna know who you all imagine him as.

prowl's holoform is based on richard armitage in my fics bc sharp nose is canon

rodimus, despite me not having written for him a ton, has always been a james ransone type in my mind bc chaos

other than that, i think i've left most of it up for our imaginations?

#i wanna know who you all wanna see as who #transformers

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henneseyhoe · 1 month

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Country Lovin’| Trial And Error.

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“…And what is this supposed to be?” Sorie asked, watching her father present some kind of pie to her. The crust was burnt, and it looked like the filling had been mixed incorrectly. Whatever fruit that was in there was definitely not mushed down all the way, a few visible clumps rising on the top.

“It’s a pie, girl!” He spoke confidently, as if that was the correct answer.

She stared in silence, forcing a smile on her face. “Right…well, the important part is you tried your best, daddy” She took the “pie” and turned on her heels towards the trash, looking back at him one last time with a toothy smile before dropping the plate of sweet in the trash. He sighs, taking off his cowboy hat and scratching his head.

“Did you even look at a recipe?”

He shrugs then leans on the island in the middle of the floor, watching her attempt to start on pies that were actually edible.

“I thought I could remember something off the top of my head like you”

“Well, unlike me, you haven’t been cooking for years. It’s time to wrap it up, daddy” Looking through all the cabinets, Sorie sucks her teeth before whipping her head back towards her father, squinting.

“…did you use all peaches?!” He looked upon her with a ‘sorry’ expression then put his hat over his face to avoid her disapproving stare. “Six peaches, daddy?! You wasted six peaches!”

“Trial and error!”

“Error and error! The pie was nasty!” She scoffed harshly, taking the hand towel that hung onto the fridges door and throwing it at him. He catches it in his hand and tosses it to the side. “I’m sorry!” He apologizes, but all she could think about is how six goddamn peaches went to waste. She could only hope the trees still had other ripened ones, or else she’d have to find something else to make in such short notice with a market being too far out to get other peaches, which wouldn’t be as sweet.

“If your mother wasn’t the way she is now, she’d drag you by that shirt and make you BUILD those peaches you wasted. I need you to stay OUT of my kitchen, do you hear me?” The man’s eyebrows raise as he sets his hat back on his head. “YOUR kitchen? I built this house” She grabbed up two sweetgrass baskets from out of the near pantry, setting cloth on the inside of both of them as he went on. “And if I don’t cook, you starve. So yes, MY kitchen” She says, ignoring his argument.

“I’m going out to replace those precious peaches, thanks to you. So you have a nice day, Mr.Buck” She retorted, walking towards the door with her things. He brushed the steaming girl off with a wave of his hand, allowing her to leave with no smart come back

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The day was hot and muggy like any other summer day near the water, which is where Trevante lived closest to. Trevante lived on his grandfathers land, just like Sorie, in his own house behind the one he grew up in. The house wasn’t huge, but it definitely had some size to it for only one person to live there. Sorie was always a tad bit jealous because his daddy was quick to gather his boys and build him his own place to stay once he turned 18, Sorie’s own father helping at one point, but she was stuck in one house because he didn’t think she needed another place to call her own. Another house for what? She had a bed and room all to herself. And a job? Hell no! She could sell whatever that grew from the fertilized land her ancestors once used. That’s what her father would say when she hinted at having anything of her own.

Walking up onto the beautifully painted wrap around porch, Sorie knocked on the screen door in front of her and waited patiently for an answer. A whole minute of contemplation passed by before she knocked again, one hand starting to fan herself as the sun changed positions, shining directly on the side of her face.

“Tre!” She called out once.

“Trevante!!” Then twice.

“Open up! I know you in there, boy!” Suddenly the door swung open in her face, leaving Sorie leaning back before it could smack into her body.

“You got some nerve knocking on my door like that, like you put this muhfucka on the hinges” Trevante grumbled, erupting from the house with slight attitude.

Sorie gave him a mug. A grump he was when left alone for too long.

“Well, my daddy did so-“

“And I fixed it from what he did in 1840, or whenever the fossil you call a dad did it”

She squints. “You make me regret wanting to ask you for help”

He raises a brow at her. “You? Need help? From me? I thought I was all muscle, pretty girl” he smirks and leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms.

Sorie blushes. As if he wasn’t just ticked off a few seconds ago, he was now softening her up. Something he was too good at. Sorie felt a swirl of warmth in her stomach from his pet name, but for once she felt she hid the expression well, keeping her face neutral for the sake of her mission and not being stuck here going back and forth with him.

“Exactly! and you are for the most part. That’s why I need you!” Her eyes formed a squint as her high cheekbones raised with a smile. “Now, c’mon!” She attempted to pull him out of the doorway, but it was like trying to move a fully grown stallion.

‘Dayum!’ She frowned, letting go of his arm. He was stubborn, that was obvious. His body definitely matched his attitude too and he gained satisfaction knowing he wasn’t easily moved. Physically at least.

“Lemme think” he ‘thought’ for a second before flashing a childish Colgate white smile at her.

“Nah” He attempted to close the door, but she had already put her leg in the way just in case he would do that, the bright idea coming to her just in the lick of time. He sucks his teeth, opening the door to allow her leg freedom again. “It’s my off day. You know my old man gon’ work me like a race horse tomorrow”

“I’ll just convince him to give you another break!”

He sighs. “Sorie…you know how he is when shit ain’t done how he want it. I ain’t gon’ have time to hear his mouth if I’m tired”

She pouts, poking her bottom lip out. “Pretty please? It won’t be long. I’ll love you forever and ever” she pleaded while rocking back and forth on her feet, the man tucking his hands in his pockets. The only other thing sitting with the butterflies in her stomach were her nerves twisting and turning. Not only praying he’d say yes and that’d there’d still be enough fruit to capture, but praying he didn’t see the way her eyes traveled up his muscular arms before they made it to his own eyes.

“What exactly do I get outta this?” He asks, tilting his head. Sorie knew better than to just say anything, she might not be able to follow through. Then again what else could she offer other than food and a good laugh or two? What else did she have? She often asks herself that.

Smiling, she perks up and feels hopeful.“Good eats and a kiss on the cheek” She bats her eyelashes, the man nodding. “Okay. Why not one on the lips?”

Her body stutters almost. “Wha- Trevante..” She warns, her blush almost revealing itself under her poker face just from that little comment. She was one more flirtatious moment away from cracking if she wasn’t already doing so. Her skin blazed just from being near him, she thought the suns shine ain’t have shit on him.

“Ouuu, the government? I’m in trouble?”

“Tre, cut it out! Why you always gotta do this?”

He shrugs with that same devilish smile. “Can you help or not?” She shifts her weight on her other leg, a hand sassily placed on her hip. He rolls his eyes and he sighs, opening the door fully to reveal himself. He wore overalls, the top halfway off his body with a crisp white beater underneath. “Whatchu need specifically? And it bet not be that damn washing machine again”

“Nope! Something fun” she holds up the baskets, smiling.

✮✮✮✮

“A little to the left!” She shouts, trying to make sure she didn’t fall off of this man’s shoulders and embarrass herself, possibly breaking a bone. It was a long way down too.

“Not your left, my left!”

“We got the same left!”

“Then stop going right and go to OUR left, negro! Cmon, we learned left and right in pre-k!” They bickered, both of them agitated with completely different things. “Why couldn’t you get peaches from the bottom? the tree ain’t that damn tall either!”

“Why ain’t you get a ladder? And the peaches up here are much sweeter”

“How you know?” He raised a brow.

Sorie paused, not having a legitimate answer, but instead blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“My grandma said!” Everybody believed grandma, she was rarely wrong.

“Really?”

“…yes! I know, now stop moving!” she instructs, trying to shake the shivers going up her spine and throbbing in her core. Anytime he’d go forward, she felt her clothed mound brush against his neck, causing her to subtly shutter in her movements. That may have been the cause for more attitude, upset she couldn’t just grind on him like the perv she felt like in this moment.

He huffs and Sorie’s fruit picking paused as she looks down at him. “What? I’m heavy or somethin’?” She asks, just now starting to feel a little insecure. She hadn’t thought about how much weight was on him till now, and it had her wanting to jump down from the height herself. She wasn’t a bad weight, but she definitely wasn’t skinny either. She knew she had a stomach, thighs, ass, and stretch marks to go with it all. She was very well fed, and looked good too, but that didn’t stop certain insecurities from sickening her appetite to love herself to the fullest.

“I can get off if you wa-“

“Nah. Trust me, I’ve tossed and turned heavier” He comments, slickly turning his head and playfully biting the girls inner thigh, making her suck in a great amount of air from the bite alone. Her mind only just now also registered the nasty comment. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He doesn’t respond, keeping a smirk on his face.

Tapping his shoulder for him to let her down, he carefully lowers himself to a bended knee so she could stand on her own. Once she makes it down, she straightens out her dress and grabs the basket of peaches they had collected. “Look at that…we did good!” She smiles proud at their work.

“We got a few extras too”

Trevante nods, standing fully. Now holding a small yellow dandelion in his hand, most of all his attention was suddenly stolen from Sorie. She had noticed he had a little thing for flowers since they were little. Sometimes when they were playing together, he’d pick one he liked and give it to her, offering friendship after roughhousing in the field of grass all day. She had guessed he liked that one. Trevante looked to her and stuck it behind her ear so the face of the flower would be sticking out. As plain of a flower as it was, he still held appreciation.

“You are so corny” She spoke, as if her cheeks wouldn’t be red by now if her skin wasn’t so melanated. He shrugs uncaringly and grabs one of the baskets of peaches before walking passed her. “Pretty flower for a pretty girl, right?”

Sorie smiles, her shy dimples becoming prominent as she picks up her basket too, walking with him. “The prettiest?” She eggs on, making him smile at the sudden cockiness.

“Of them all. I heard men cry about the beauty she holds. When she was born, the heavens stormed for weeks because Aphrodite was jealous of how gorgeous she was” He speaks with his tone of voice confident like it was true, making Sorie erupt into giggles.

“So what happened when you were born?” She asks, the man beginning to chuckle, knowing he was about to say something foolish just to make her laugh again. “Hades melted and Hermes legs broke into bits”

“What?!” She continues to laugh, forgetting how obnoxious her laugh actually was.

“Tre, please. His legs? You are not that damn fast”

Their pace slowed until both stopped dead in their tracks, looking at one another. Almost like they telepathically spoke to each other, challenging themselves.

Suddenly, Sorie hit the ground running, leaving her shoes and basket full of goods behind in the grass. Trevante, being the competitive man he was, did the same. He took it as a bet more than a challenge.

As they ran, memories of the familiar surroundings began flooding his head. They passed by the old rickety shed they use to play house in, then the junk yard where they use to go to chill and listen to music when school got stressful. This whole running thing alone reminded him of a time when they were kids, when he would chase after her tail all day and evening until they were called back home and got to repeat the next day. Usually Trevante would be the one to run off first, leaving his little cowboy hat he loved so much behind in a pit of bloomed flowers while Sorie chased after him till he got tired and slowed down, giving her the leverage to catch him. Back then, Sorie was fast, but not faster than Trevante. Now it seemed like the script was flipped, Sorie running like she had something to prove. Maybe she did.

She ran fast, but she looked delicate, majestic almost. Her curls were blowing away from her face and her dress was lifting ever so slightly over her bottom with the help of the wind and every step she took. Trevante was enamored with the sight, so much so that he decided to enjoy his time behind her, looking with no shame. But of course time was once again against him and one miss footing sent Sorie rolling downhill, literally.

She tucked her arms over her face to protect herself from any scratches as she rolled until she found herself in sand, getting back on her feet. Any normal person would have stopped there, but no, the part in her head where she should have realized it wasn’t a game anymore didn’t turn on in time, and by then, she was already running on creaking planks and tripping herself up once again into the lake.

Trevante basically watched the entire thing from the hill, not thinking she would keep going, but he stood corrected. A gear kicked up inside him once he knew things had gotten serious and he ran down to the lake at full speed. He took a deep breath right before jumping in the water himself to help the foolish girl stay afloat.

She knew how to swim, but in the moment she was so shocked with herself that she even came this far out or even slipped into the water like that. Trevante held onto her waist and helped her climb onto the platform before pulling himself up once he was sure she was completely secured.

She hunched over on her knees and coughed up water, not even caring that her eyes were burning like an open fire. She didn’t know if it was from the water or her eyeliner anyway. Trevante begins to pat her back as the coughing prolongs, her lungs screaming for a breath of fresh air.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing her back in circular motions. She nods, holding her hand up to him to show she was okay while finishing with one big cough. Trevante had calmed himself, and was now holding in laughter for her sake, but he couldn’t help it while watching her push her hair out of her sight.

She sat on the wooden planks awkwardly, loose-ish curls from her once perfect afro drenched and sticking to her heated face as she blinked away with a blank stare, not one confident thought in that pretty little head of hers. She almost settles on wallowing in her embarrassment, but he had already saw the entire situation unfold in real time, and even intervened himself, so that was no use.

“…you want some tea?” She asks after a prominent silence from her, hoping her offer would wipe away any memory of what just happened.

He chuckles, brushing wet leaves off of her thighs.

“Country ass. Yes, I want some tea”

✮✮✮✮

Sorie finished stuffing his clothes into the dryer after getting herself cleaned up and changed, also supplying him with clothes she had snuck out of her father’s room. It was a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, but it’d keep him warm after jumping into ice cold water.

“You sure you’re really okay though? I don’t want you drowning in your sleep or nothing” Trevante jokes, sitting at the kitchens island. Sorie glares at him as she turns the stove on and sets the kettle down on the hot burner. “You think you’re so funny. I should have let you freeze in them cold ass clothes”

He laughs harder, the whole scene replaying in his mind. “There was so much water in my shoe, I thought I’d never stop dripping”

Sorie couldn’t help but laugh with him, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms with a slight pout.

“Cheer up, at least you won the race…for once” He mumbles standing up from the stool and walking out of the kitchen into the living area. “Boy, please! I’ve beat you many times!”

“In a lucid dream, maybe!” He shouts.

He always found himself roaming when he was at her house. It wasn’t cause he was nosy or anything, he just found things interesting.

Picking up a bible that laid on a small table, he opens it up and begins reading a random scripture. Was he religious? not really, but the bible had some damn good stories. Things that he could relate to present time problems and issues that the world still couldn’t rid themselves of no matter how long ago they started.

“…A-..Are those my pants?” He hears from behind him, startling his presence enough to slam the Bible shut as if he was reading something dirty. Turning, his eyes meets Buck’s skeptical ones.

“Uhh…Nah” He responds, shaking his head. Staring for a moment, Buck hums softly and grabs up a box of things from the floor before walking back outside to tend to whatever he had been working on at the moment.

Suddenly Trevante hears a loud cackle from the kitchen, Sorie watching him through archway from the dining table. “I swear I didn’t hear him come in here. Almost gave me a damn heart attack” He sets the Bible down and holds his chest, sighing.

The sound of her laughing calmed his nerves with the speed of light, giving him another reason to smile. He watched as she sifted through a box of various teas while her giggles calmed, trying to find a today’s flavor. She’d pick a perfect one, one that suited both their moods. He admired how attentive she was and how much attention she paid to the simple details. His heart melted when she asked which tea he preferred. She cared what he liked and he liked that she cared. There weren’t many people he knew that did care in general.

And she was cute while doing it. The way her brows would furrow as she thought to herself, playing her childish go to eeny-meeny-miny-moe game to decipher on things. How she’d actually audibly hum and pucker those pretty glossed up lips.

Walking back into the kitchen with another book in hand, Trevante tries his best to think of anything other than her, afraid he’d get a headache from only her being on his mind. How could she be on his mind so heavy when only feet away?

Sorie dipped the tea bag into the steaming hot water, watching a pink tint bleed over the water satisfyingly. Closing the pot and turning to face her untold love, she smiled softly. He paced the kitchen, circling the dining table and all with his head in a random book, his eyes following every word. He was intrigued. From the looks of what Sorie could see, it was a book on self discovery and ridding yourself of spiritual and generational baggage. Nothing too deep, but surface level at least. Most likely something she had brought into the house.

Her tummy swirled again as she turned to take the hot kettle off of the stove as it made continuous high pitched squeals. ‘If he likes that, imagine if he gets to chapter 10’ She thought with a smile, getting excited just thinking about if she had someone else to talk to about those topics.

She knew he’d listen even if he didn’t know about half of what the hell she was talking about. He always listened if he himself wasn’t doing the talking.

Gosh, he was something else to her. He was all she dreamed about these days, but who wouldn’t dream about that smile? Or those muscles? She began to think. He did just hold her on his shoulders like nothing, and the smell of him lingered on her clothing when they were together, it kept her sniffing her shirt through the day. She was upset that she had to wash it off her dress when it got wet. He was truly something. Truthful like a real man, and he had heart, even with the little he shows on the days they were paired since becoming adults. He never promised anything unless he was really gonna do it, he took his word seriously. And goddamn the man was just sooooo hot.

Hot.

Tsssss.

Like she had been snapped back to reality, Sorie felt the stinging of her hand set in, her eyes widening and flickering down only to realize she hadn’t moved an inch from the stove with that same old kettle in her hand. The handle of it being so hot that the heat went through the thin mitten she wore to protect her from the same injury she was currently experiencing. She let out a high pitched, yet short scream of panic and pain while setting the kettle back down on the stove to avoid just dropping it, but still tea spilled a sizzled away on the hot surface. Trevante’s attention immediately left the book he halfway read and attached itself to her at the sound of the squeal.

Sorie quickly threw the mitten off of her left hand and paced towards the sink, switching on the water and putting her tingling hand under it. Trevante followed after her in just as much of a hurry, if not more, wondering what exactly she had done this time to make her drop everything like that.

“You good? What happened?” He asked frantically, searching for a context clue until he found it right on her hand. He sighs and shakes his head, reaching over and turning the water from warm to cool.

“Nah, you need cold water for that, baby. warmth just gon’ trap the heat and make it hurt worse” he spoke softly, steadying her shaking hand under the faucet while rubbing her back.

Sorie almost called out to jesus. If the dramatics and shock from the slight burn didn’t get to her first, she could died right then and there. “Thank you” She mumbled and he nods, looking down at her. She wouldn’t dare meet his gaze, scared that this moment would make either her dreams or fears for them come to fruition, and either or were big steps. His body closed in against her side, the soothing motions of his hand on her back slowing but her heart beat speeding up.

“I-I think I have bandages in my bedroom”

✮✮✮✮

Trevante wrapped her hand up as Sorie covered her watering eyes, scared she’d see something gory. “Is it bad?” She asks and Tre chuckles. “No. The worse thing you’ll get is a blister, but we took real good care of it as soon as it happened, so I doubt that’ll happen either. You can open your eyes now” He reassured and finishes wrapping her, Sorie uncovering her eyes at the last second. “It still stings a little. How’d you know what to do?”

“Plenty of injuries working on shit with my dad. My mom taught me a lot whenever I got hurt, like how to care for myself and others in situations, simple shit like that” He shrugs. Sorie smiles. “Thank you for helping me with two embarrassing moments today, doctor”

He chuckles. “This wasn’t embarrassing, simple mistake” He walks out of her bathroom and into her room, looking around.

“Oh! So the first thing was embarrassing to you?”

“I didn’t mention it, did I?” He begins to laugh, making her playfully kick his leg. “Shut up!”

“You have not changed this room a bit. it’s like a sixteen year old still lives here” He picks up a teddy bear off of her bed. Ouch. She forgot how blunt he could be too. Mentioning that made her realize how sadly true it was. Her bedroom hadn’t changed much. Of course some things were put up, like useless toys and hobbies she grew out of, but other than that it was mostly the same.

“I’m working on doing something new…” She lied. She was embarrassed and hadn’t noticed how childish some aspects of her room was. Maybe a new paint job would help but she wasn’t about to sit and beg her father to start a project with her that he would take ten years to finish.

“Look forward to seeing that” He chuckles as he makes his way towards the back of the room. Sorie clears her throat, unable to find a proper response that wouldn’t embarrass her further. Opening a closed door, Trevante peaks his head in, seeing nothing but sewing materials, half done dresses and manikins.

“Damn, I didn’t know you had all this back here—“

“WAIT, NO!”

Trevante immediately stops in his tracks, just one foot in Sorie’s art room before he notices that the floors were beyond damaged. The wood was soaked and on the verge of caving in due to a tropical storm that had struck months ago, leaving Sorie’s roof slightly leaking and her floors creaking and falling apart. The previous rain that week didn’t help. It was a safety hazard for anybody to be in there at this point.

“What the hell?” Tre slowly takes his foot off of the floorboard, backing up to take a look at it. “Yeah…it’s been like that for some time now. My daddy don’t ever remember about the shit I ask him to do so…yeah” She explains, annoyance lacing her voice. It was the reason she blocked the room off and was forced to sew outside instead.

Tre sighs and shakes his head, shutting the door. Noticing her mood shift, he moves to change the subject, walking into the hallway to retrieve his dried clothes. “You free tomorrow?”

She sucks her teeth and replies sassily. “Are you? Thought you were gonna be tired”

“You said you’d talk to my pops. You do that. Now answer my question” He responded with just as much sass, purposely imitating her. She cracks a smile. “…yeah, I’m free. Why?”

“I want you to come with me to this trail ride thing. Nothing too big, at this club slash bar slash outside thing.”

Her smile grew bigger, one of her hands playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Trevante thought for a moment before turning, walking down the hall toward the front door. “If you wanna call it that” He replied with a smooth cadence, making Sorie roll her eyes.

“What if I don’t?” She asks while following him, attempting to ruin the cockiness before it had even appeared.

“Then don’t call it that”

There was silence with both of them as they exit the house and walk into the yard, neither of them wanting to seem too much of something.

“You don’t gotta go if you don’t want to. I just wanna see you have some fun outside of your little farm” He speaks again. Sorie chuckles, genuinely thinking on it. “…I’ll keep you posted”

“Cool. Don’t think too long, aight?”

She nods and smiles.

“I gotchu, Tre”

Smirking, he nods. “Issa date then”

He finally leaves and heads down the road to his humble home. A warm feeling settled in his stomach, and it wasn’t just the freshly dried clothes he held against him.

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Mr. Black, Part 7

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is in the hot seat with your friends as they ask their questions. Taking you all to brunch, Tre does well. But he also has some ideas about punishment that you weren't prepared for.

Word Count: 4,671k

A/N: I heard it was our favorite Mr. Black's birthday yesterday! I wanted to post this yesterday, but well, had to work around my family. The focus was on these two, so no updates about the company thief. Will they be found out in the next chapter? Dun-Dun! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Sir, please!” You moaned. You stood by your front door, hands on the wall and ass tucked out. Tre had your panties half down your legs and was aggressively fingering you. His fingers flicked over your clit and you were a fidgety mess. You twitched and jerked and quivered. Your legs were jelly.

There was a small mirror in the foyer area and you bent your head back to look at Tre. He lifted his eyes at the same time and licked his lips. You groaned. “Pleeease,” you moaned.

“I decided that I was still a little hurt that you hadn’t told your friends about me,” Tre said.

“I apologized for that!” You said. Your wedges were wobbling so badly that you thought your ankle would give out.

“I know. But I didn’t punish you properly for it,” he said.

“Oh god. Oh god,” you chanted.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he said.

“Shit!” You cried out. You were close. Entirely too close and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. Your moans increased in volume and Tre slowed down. “Nooo!”

Tre chuckled and grabbed the vibrator from the table behind him. He moved it in your essence, rolling the vibrator around your dripping pussy and then slowly pushed it in. He fucked you with it. The vibrations drew a ragged moan from your lips.

You sniffled, runaway tears leaking down your face. Your friends were gonna worry about you if it looked like you had been crying for different reasons. It was already difficult to get through this lunch in one piece. Now you had to do it with a vibrator in your pussy controlled by Tre.

“Sir, please,” you cried.

Tre sighed and pushed the vibrator inside. He leaned down and kissed both of your cheeks and then stood up, replacing your panties. He turned the vibrator off and pulled you into a standing position. He fixed your dress and turned you around to face him.

He looked edible in a black sweater and black jeans. His black boots were laced up and you knew he also wore black socks. One of these days, you would ask why he loved the color so much. You had your favorite color too, but to exclusively wear it? You didn’t know if you could.

He kissed your cheeks and smiled at you. “I’ll wait if you need to fix your makeup. But I think you look sexy as fuck like this,” he said.

He licked his fingers and you watched his mouth work up and down as he licked up every drop of your arousal. You turned around slowly and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your teary eyes smudged your makeup a little, but not in an obvious way. It gave you a mysterious misty look that was pretty hot.

“This is so unfair,” you said and sniffled, walking towards the bathroom to grab tissue and blow your nose. You should put on flats or sandals. There was no way you’re walking in wedges like this. But you knew Tre would be upset. He loved the way heels made your legs look.

You walked back to the front door. You grabbed your purse and Tre let you leave first. He drove to the brunch spot that you were meeting your friends at. Your stomach roiled thinking of this meeting. This blending of your two lives. It was killing you.

You expected to get the third degree from your friends. You were prepared for that. You were not prepared for how Tre would act. Would he be upset at their questions? Cavalier? Your friends were known for being wild.

Tre didn’t seem like he belonged in your world. Down with the regular folk and people trying to get by. He seemed larger than life. Like he existed on an entirely new plane of existence.

“You’ll be alright,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he let you out of the car and held your hand as you walked to the entrance. A host there asked for the reservation name. Tre made it under his and soon you were seen to a table. You were the first to arrive so you ordered drinks for the table, knowing exactly what your girls wanted. Maybe if they saw the free drinks, they’d be a little nicer to Tre.

You already told them to be nice several times in the group chat. But those bitches liked to have selective hearing.

Your fingers tapped on the table as you kept looking behind you for your friends. You couldn’t even look over the menu.

The vibrator coming to life made you shriek and jump in your seat. “Hey!” You whispered to Tre.

The place was jumping with a lot of people who had the same idea. New and interesting dishes were coming out of the back like strawberry shortcake pancakes and fish ‘n grits. You looked around as if people could hear the vibrator going off. You placed your hand on the booth seat to see if it was vibrating.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Tre said. He sipped on a mimosa and placed his arm behind you in the booth. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and then your mind started drifting. Thinking of when he’d finally allow you to cum. You’d have to work out a rule against claiming punishment after something had already been negotiated. If he could change his mind at any moment, you’d have to get something in return.

“I know,” you said.

“I’ve already spoken to Ka’ron and she was nothing but nice,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s that twin sign in her. Don’t let it fool you,” you said.

Moments later, your friends Ka’ron and Sasha, approached the table. Both were stunning in casual outfits that complimented their skin tone. Ka’ron kept it simple in a jumpsuit while Sasha wore a dress like you.

Already, they had matching looks of disapproval. Tre scooted out of the booth and held his hand out. He introduced himself and shook both of their hands. “Please, have a seat,” he said.

Sasha broke first, looking at you with a knowing smirk. But she schooled her features and eyed Tre up and down. Ka’ron was harder to read. You had no idea what they talked about when Tre called her with an outlandish request.

Sasha scooted in and took her place while Ka’ron sat at the end. Tre sat back in the booth and kept his eyes trained on Ka’ron. It was like they were two prizefighters sizing each other up. Who was going to break first? Who was going to swing first?

Sasha got your attention and mouthed, “Damn”. You smiled, appreciating that she acknowledged that you did pretty fucking well all things considered.

“Well, now that we all know each other. Let’s look at these menus,” you said. You picked yours up and tapped a random item. Nutella pancakes. Ehh.

Ka’ron and Tre were still staring each other down. Your friend had a perfect bitch face. Tre only had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this.

“I’m glad you found the place, okay,” Tre said. You sighed, thankful that he broke first.

“Almost didn’t. The place is completely black on the outside,” Ka’ron said.

“Part of the charm I think. No one outside gawking,” Tre said.

“I got your favorite drinks,” you said, trying to break through some of the tension between them. Ka’ron melted a little, grabbing her mimosa and sipping it.

Sasha accepted her Tequila Sunrise with a happy smile. “Okay! They made a good one,” she said.

“So how did you two meet? You said you’d explain, so start,” Ka’ron said, finally turning her attention to you.

You sighed and began, telling them that you met him while at work. It was hard for you to explain that he was both your boss and your boyfriend. Sasha’s eyes bugged out.

“Bitch, you been fuckin’ the boss and ain’t said shit?”

“It kind of just happened,” you said.

“Did you trip in your heels and fall on his dick without no panties on?” Sasha asked.

You slapped her shoulder. “Stop it,” you said. When you got with your friends, none of you had a filter. You didn’t care where you were or who was listening. You told all your wildest sex stories to each other and horrible date incidents. Sasha was in a relationship and her boyfriend’s filthy mouth matched hers. Some of their texts made even you blush.

Ka’ron had a revolving door of lovers. Once she got bored, it was time to move on. She didn’t believe in being tied down to just one person and you respected her for it. It was much braver to admit that not everyone needed a partner. That it was okay to want to be alone.

Tre laughed at your friends but shook his head. “That was my fault,” Tre said and looked at you.

Your food was delivered by a charming young Black woman who passed out each dish. You ended up with the fish ‘n grits, a fried lobster tail on top.

You finished explaining yourself to your friends. Ka’ron looked at Tre. “You must be special then,” she said and her icy exterior melted a fraction.

“What makes you say that?” Tre asked.

“She gets extremely private when she actually likes someone,” Sasha said.

“Do not!” You said.

Tre looked at you and turned the vibrator back on with a grin. Sinister bastard. You looked at your friends to see if they could tell that you had a vibrator inside you right now. Maybe you were a good actress. Or maybe they were too busy focusing on their meal and Tre’s responses than to pay attention to you slowly dying.

“How many guys has she been quiet about?” He asked.

“Two. Matthew in high school and Omar in college,” Sasha said.

“I wasn’t quiet about them!” You said. Both were severe crushes that consumed your thoughts for practically ever. When you did get with them, you felt like you would crawl out of your skin every time.

“We didn’t find out that she liked Matthew until he got with someone in tenth grade. About tore her little heart to pieces. Omar, she hid for months while they talked and it wasn’t until I came back to the room that I knew they were even together,” Ka’ron said.

“Tell all my damn business, Ka’ron,” you said. You glared at her but she didn’t pay you any mind. She smiled and blew you a kiss.

“Then I do feel special,” Tre said.

“That was…”

“Your toxic trait, we know babes,” Sasha said and patted your arm. You glared at her too but Tre turned up the setting on your vibrator. You twitched in your seat. Sasha looked at you weird and asked if you were okay.

You nodded and focused on eating and not cumming. You were scared that if you opened your mouth, a moan would escape.

“So what are your intentions with her?” Ka’ron asked.

You glared at her. You were going to kill her. You hoped that your expression said as much as you took a sip of your drink.

“I’m gonna marry her,” he said.

You spat your drink back in your cup and started choking. Painful, hacking coughs that made your chest ache.

You tried to ask him what the hell he said. But the drink went down the wrong pipe and now your lungs were burning from all the coughing.

“Obviously, down the road when we’ve dated some more,” he said and grinned.

You were going to get a headache from all the glaring you were doing. Sasha patted your back and you calmed down. You drank some water to help clear your throat.

Tre grinned at you and turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting. You closed your eyes, trying to fend off the orgasm and not make a sound. You didn’t know where he was hiding the remote. “Girl, are you okay?” Sasha asked.

You nodded. No, you were not okay. But you couldn’t say why. You couldn’t fess up to absolutely everything, not while Tre was scrambling your brain. Ka’ron and Sasha continued to grill Tre about his background, family, and why he was with you. You thought some of the questions were rude but Tre handled it all with a smile.

You had brief periods of rest from the vibrator while you ate and had to answer questions yourself. You’ve done far worse to your friends’ partners so it was only fair that they did the same thing. Being in the hot seat still sucked though.

“What I wanna know is what happened on the phone when Tre called you. How could you let me abscond with a strange man?” You asked Ka’ron.

Here she did grin evilly and sipped her drink, looking up and away as if she was remembering her happiest memory. “Oh I did my due diligence, unlike some people,” she said and looked at you.

“I was blindsided with the help of my best friend,” you said, pointedly.

She grinned. “When he called I thought it was a prank. But I googled him. I made him email me a copy of his driver’s license. He had to send me all of the vacation details. Plus a picture of him holding a spoon,” she said.

“What? A spoon?” You asked.

“Yup, so I knew I was talking to somebody real and not Zoboomafoo from Egypt,” Ka’ron said.

You looked at Tre. “You sent her a picture of yourself holding a spoon?” You asked.

“Can’t argue with a friend looking out for you,” he said.

“Okay, okay. But how romantic was the vacay? Jamaica on New Year’s? That sounds like heaven,” Sasha said.

“It was!” You pulled out your phone and showed them pictures. They cooed over the beautiful sunsets that you took pictures of and the hills and mountains in the background. You told them about some of the activities that you got into.

Tre turned the vibrator back on and you gripped the edges of the table. You were shaking, badly, a bead of sweat gathering at the top of your forehead. You turned desperate, wild eyes to Tre. He kept it on the low setting and polished off his food with a smile.

You would get him back for this, but anything you did to him, he would return tenfold. You debated if you were ready for the smoke or not. Pressure built and built in your lower belly. Yeah, maybe the payback was worth it if he could feel even a fraction of the torment you did.

“Well, Tre, I see you make our good sis happy. But let’s be real. You hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” Sasha said. She said it with a sweet smile but you knew first hand that Sasha stayed having a gun on her. Plus, she had an army of brothers, sisters, and cousins all willing to bail each other out.

“It is never my intention to hurt her. I’m in it for the long run if she’ll have me,” Tre said.

Ka’ron gave you a subtle approving look. If Tre could pass the friend test, then he was ready to pass your parents’ approval. Though, how you were going to tell them the boss bit was troubling you. You already texted them that you were dating someone and sent them a picture of the two of you. Your mother approved, your dad did not.

“How come you haven’t been married before? You say all the right things but I don’t buy it,” Ka’ron said.

“Girl,” you warned.

Tre placed his hand on top of yours. “I’ve always known what I wanted and I didn’t feel the need to settle for anything less. I got a lot of shit outta my system when I was younger and now? I just want to spend time with someone who understands me. Someone I can spoil just to make them happy.”

“And you found the most commitment phobic person to spoil,” Sasha sighed.

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, why is that? She’s so tight lipped about everything,” Tre said.

You whipped your head around to look at him like he grew two heads. “I am not.”

“She didn’t have a lot of privacy growing up. So when she moved out during college, she overcorrected. Hell, I thought her parents were dead or something for the whole first year of college. She never talked about them,” Ka’ron explained.

This was starting to feel more like an intervention than a group activity. “I’m sitting right here,” you said and folded your arms.

The waiter came by and Tre paid for the meal. He threw you a smile but you weren’t done being a little pissy that they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there.

“We know, but getting information out of you is like pulling teeth,” Sasha said.

“Shut up, I tell you guys a lot,” you said.

Sasha and Ka’ron looked at each other for half a second before erupting into laughter. You sucked your teeth as you watched them laugh at your expense. You’d definitely have to grab brunch with them, alone, and see what the hell they’re talking about.

You tell them everything. Every minor inconvenience, they were the first people you reached out to. So you were a little private when it comes to matters of the heart, who wasn’t?

Tre got his card back so the brunch winded down. Tre stood up and helped you out of the booth. Together, you all walked outside into the glaringly bright afternoon. You said goodbye to your friends with promises to text them when you got a free moment. Though, where Tre was concerned there was no such thing as a free moment.

Tre escorted you to his car and opened the door for you. He helped you climb into his truck and then he got into the driver’s side. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. “I hope I passed the boyfriend test,” he said.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You already had a few messages from Sasha, all ending with a lot of exclamation points. “I’d say you definitely passed,” you said.

“Good.” He started the car and turned on the vibrator at the same time.

“Shit!” You screamed.

Tre chuckled as he sped away from Inglewood and hopped on the freeway back to El Segundo. You gripped the car door and the armrest on the middle console and focused as hard as you could.

Your panties were uncomfortably soaked and it didn’t help that Tre was talking to you as if he weren’t the devil himself. “What you feel like for dinner?” He asked.

“Are you serious right now? Your punishments suck ass,” you said.

He grinned. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he said.

Tre hit a dip in the freeway and a wave of pleasure cascaded from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. You breathed through it. You weren’t going to be able to stave off this orgasm for much longer. You didn’t know where this control was coming from. You only knew that you hated edging so fucking much.

“New rule, we can’t retroactively enact punishments on things already forgiven,” you said.

“Forgiveness and punishments are two different things,” he said.

“So totally not. Forgive and forget, that’s the motto,” you said.

He glanced at you before switching lanes and pulling off of the freeway. You waited at the red light while he looked at how badly you were gripping the armrest. That damn smile crept across his face.

“I can forgive you all day long, but punishment is about making sure we understand each other moving forward. I don’t want to be a secret in your life. Work is different, I understand your concerns about it. But in your everyday life, I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” he said.

“Couldn’t we do that without the punishment?” You asked.

He grinned as he pulled up to his house. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He let you out of the car but did nothing to adjust the setting on the vibrator. He took you to his room where he stripped you. When your panties peeled away from your soaked pussy, he moaned low in his throat.

He told you to get on the bed, hands and knees, and he’d be right back. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you obeyed. If it got you any type of relief, you’d do anything he fucking wanted.

He came back into the room carrying a bar and a glass of bourbon. He had stripped down to his briefs and you licked your lips at the imprint of his dick. He was hard already and you knew that you were in for a fucking ride.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“It’s a spreader. Want to try something?” He asked.

“I’m game,” you said.

He grinned and took a sip of bourbon, placing it on a coaster on his nightstand. He told you what to do in order for him to place the bar between your legs and strapped it to your ankles. You were effectively spread open for him.

He grabbed your wrists and strapped them in so that you couldn’t move. You were trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and honestly? You were so turned on you nearly came on the spot.

Tre admired his handy work but you couldn’t see his face. He just moaned in appreciation, running his fingers over your ass. “Comfortable?”

“Please, let me cum,” you begged. You could only whisper as the vibrator was too fucking much.

Tre kneeled on the bed and kissed your temple. “You have been such a good girl for me today,” he said.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Doing exactly what I told you with hardly a complaint. Sat next to your friends with this vibrator in your pussy. I’m so proud of you,” he said and planted another kiss on your head.

The praise was its own magic, creating wave after wave of pleasure. You were going to break soon. You were free to moan and wobble now that you were back in the safety of his place. Here, you could whine and cry and turn watery eyes towards Tre and beg.

“Please,” you said and licked your dry lips. You sniffled.

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned that it’s you and me from now on?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. You couldn’t hold yourself up since your arms were behind you. His sheets smelled like him and it was like sensory overload. Most of your senses were engaged in this. You were totally focused on the present in a way you hadn’t been before.

Your mind was usually spinning and planning out different things. But at the moment, you could only focus on his words and the vibrator.

Tre stood up and stood behind you. He grabbed the vibrator and began fucking you with it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned. “I learned my lesson, I swear!”

Tre chuckled. “I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Been dyin’ to feel you, little one,” Tre said.

He removed the vibrator and you sighed in relief. Your body was so tense. Was it possible to combust from not cumming? Because you felt like a balloon ready to pop.

Tre shed his briefs behind you. He grabbed your hips with one hand and then guided himself inside of you. You both groaned, low and long. “So fuckin’ wet,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Sir!” You yelled.

He moved inside of you slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He sheathed himself fully inside of you and you moaned at the feel of him. At the way he claimed you possessively and thoroughly.

“Ready?” He asked.

You barely nodded before he slammed you down on his dick. You gasped and your tears flowed freely as he immediately found your G-spot. And proceeded to keep hitting it until a second later, you were crying out your orgasm. Crying from all the edging and the sweet fucking relief of finally cumming.

You were making guttural, near animalistic noises. Tre was fucking you through it. His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his dick and because you were held open by the spreader, you couldn’t retreat. You couldn’t push his chest away.

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ good. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said.

Your pussy was making wet, smacking noises as his dick slipped in and out. “Shit, shit,” you moaned. You were already gearing up for another one.

“Naw, don’t hold that shit back. Let me feel that pussy shakin’ for me,” he moaned. He smacked your ass and you groaned. Your orgasm was just as intense as the last one. Perhaps more so. Colors danced behind your closed eyes as you shook and convulsed, lost so completely to the magnitude of it. The overwhelming pleasure that tore through you.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks. It had to be criminal to feel this type of relief. This type of pleasure. You felt Tre in your tummy as he continued to fuck you through it.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl,” he growled. His thrusts and strokes turned sloppy. Desperate. Slamming you back easily as he fucked you into the bed. “Gonna make me bust, little one. Gonna make me…”

He moaned as he climaxed and his cum pulsed inside of you. Your body bowed as he brushed along a sensitive, sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He shoved his hips forward and it made your ass sit higher in the air. His groans were a sweet symphony to your ears.

He finally stopped, leaning over you as he huffed and tried to recover. “Shit,” he whispered. He pushed off of you and slipped out. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them open even more and watched his cum leak out.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Pretty ass pussy,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched painfully at his words and he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands left you and then he was lifting his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip with a satisfied grunt. He placed the cold glass against your heated pussy and you shrieked, trying to move away from him.

He held the glass to your pussy and the icy glass had you shivering and shaking. “Ouue shit,” you moaned.

He swirled the glass in your essence and leaned down to place his lips to your ass. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He bit your ass.

“Fuckin’ same. Same,” you panted. He removed the glass and took another sip. You didn’t know what he did but he moaned.

“Let’s see what else I can do while I got you spread open for me,” he said.

“Mercy, mercy,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into the velcro straps but you couldn’t get free. Totally at his mercy.

“You know what to say,” he said.

You bit your lip. If you used your safe word, he would stop and unstrap you. He’d check in with you and you’d be forced to talk it out. You didn’t want that. You found nirvana and you wanted to keep going. But fuck, you could use a break.

“I’m at yellow but I’m okay,” you finally said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’m sure. Keep going,” you said.

Tre kissed your lower back. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He proceeded to beat the brakes off of you and you were sure you died somewhere in there. But what’s dying compared to being completely possessed by someone you lov-liked.

Someone you liked. Shit.

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