#florian munteanu x poc

[melo-yello]

Sunkissed (Florian X Plus-sized Black Reader)

Pairing(s): Florian Munteanu X Black!reader, Plus-Size!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warning(s): body dysmorphia, cursing, gaslighting, and self worth struggles

A/n: This been sitting in my docs for who knows how long. But he’s so fine and I know he’d be soooooooo sweet if you were having a bad body day. Just angst and fluff. I really wanted to write for the hotties wit all the body tell me if I did y’all justice.

The sun pours down on you as you take a seat at a table outside the cafe. You adjust your hat and sunglasses to shade your face silently hoping your Aunt would hurry up before you got recognized. Kinky h/c coils subdued in a low puff and edges swooped to utter perfection peek just pass the hat's brim. It's so odd for people to know who you are now. Things have really taken off in the last year.

You had just finished filming a couple segments for Vanity Fair's YouTube channel earlier this morning and you're still a little in awe of everything. You never expected to be here at this stage of your life. A up incoming plus-size model with her career on the rise. Big publications wanted you on their covers.

Ebony.

Essence.

Allure.

Even a Vogue feature.

Thinking back to middle school it’s funny how you never dared to dream you’d be here. You are so far from that insecure little girl swallowed up in self-hate.

Your hot pink dress blows gently in the cool breeze. The gold body glitter shines on your exposed

shoulders and plush thighs.

You scroll down your Insta feed tuning out the bustling brunch crowd. A notification flashes across the top of screen. A new comment on the stunning fit you're wearing this morning.

@bignasty

Damn You're Gorgeous🥵...Where's your man?😘

You smile to yourself tracing the smooth baby hairs at your temple as type your reply.

@bignasty Still finding time in between his busy filming his fine ass off to annoy me😚

Your boyfriend just couldn't help himself sometime.

"Hey Honey!"

Your aunt's voice pulls your eyes away from your phone and up to her with arms open wide.

"Auntie Roxie! It's been too long!" You chime popping up to embrace the beautiful middle aged woman before you.

Her deep brown hair finger waved to perfection only with a lone gray swoop at her temple to hint her age. A classic diva if you've ever seen one.

Her lean waist giving way to bodacious hips and topped off with her perfect D cup breasts. She was all you wanted to grow up to be as a child.

Confident.

Poised.

And Beautiful.

You have since out grown the 'only one kind of body is beautiful' mindset. You’d be lying if you didn't admit that Roxie's stunning.

"It sure has! And don't you look scandalous!" Roxie hums as you spin yourself around to give the full effect of your outfit.

"Thanks, TT." You cheese taking your seat across from her.

"Just drop dead gorgeous! So catch me up, Chic! I want to know Ev-re-y-thing!" She stresses each syllable squeezing your hands firmly.

"Okay. Okay, but let's order first. I'm starved." You say scrunching up your face at her as you wave down a waiter.

"Can't say I'm surprised, HoneyBun." She smirks reviving your childhood nickname as she nudges your side. A frown flutters across your full lips before the waiter interrupts.

She didn't mean it like that.

"I'm Anthony and I'll be your server today. What can I get you gorgeous ladies to start with this afternoon?" He smiles unapologetically checking out you.

Roxie stifles a chuckle as she rolls her eyes. Chalking up the slight sting in your chest to you being overly sensitive.

She's not laughing at me.

The appetizers give way to entries as she claws at every juicy detail she can possibly get.

How quickly your career's climbing. How you were adjusting to living in such a big city. How you're adjusting to the limelight. What celebrities are really like. Your love life. Which lead to how you wound up dating Florian Munteanu in the first place.

The pleased expression on your face somehow broadens. You don't know if you loved talking about your man or your dreams more.

You couldn't decide.

This being the most successful time of your life, and the healthiest relationship of your adult life. Florian legitimately cared about you and encouraged your ambitions. You often caught yourself feeling it was all too good to be true.

"Florian is such a great guy! You know, he really cares-" You gush before she cuts you off shrugging.

"How long do you think this'll last?" Roxie stares directly into your e/c eyes. You shift a little in your seat.

"Well, I mean no one ever really knows in the beginning, but what we have is-"

"No HoneyBun. Not that Miracle. Your moment in the sun. I know being 'curvy' is popular now but, how long do you think it'll last?" Roxie cuts you off again taking both of your hands in hers.

"Are you serious, right now?"

"Well yea, it's just trendy. Just like jerry curls and parachute pants somethings just phase out." She nods solemnly as if she's letting you in on one of the best kept secrets in the country.

You swallow hard. Your eyes fall to the half eaten cheesecake on the plate in front of you. You tug your hands from hers to pull the hanging fabric of your dress over your exposed thighs.

"TT, just stop. Curvy Women aren't a trend. People are just learning to embrace natural beauty all kinds of natural beauty." You correct her without looking up.

"Oh come on. At least you've got all the right curves in all the right places," she smiles standing to kiss your forehead before placing a manicured hand on your stomach,"...well maybe not if you keep eating like that."

Fiddling aimlessly with the embroidered table cloth you swallow the swelling lump in your throat.

"Next time you wear something like this, wear spanx. you look pregnant." She leans in lowering her voice to a whisper while scoping the restaurant.

"Aunt Roxanne, you didn't have to say that." You snap pushing her hand away from your middle trying your best to swallow the creeping feeling of disgust as you meet her eyes. Roxie just rolls her eyes snatching up her Louis Vuitton purse.

"Honey Bun, at least I'm being honest with you." She says placing a hand on her hip.

"You're being hurtful. And I DON’T LIKE BEING CALLED HONEYBUN!" You spit scarcely below a shout while blinking back the hot tears brimming your eyes. Roxanne pokes out her bottom lip as she pulls you into her arms.

"Oh Bunny, It's only hurtful because it's true." She speaks softly letting you go as she turns to leave waving over her shoulder.

…

Silky thongs, bralettes, and lingerie sets start to form a small heap on the soft, white carpet of the condo bedroom as you stare blankly at yourself in the mirror. For the last hour you've been changing from outfit to outfit. Your favorite fiery scarlet set hangs perfectly on your round hips, and gives you just the right amount of shape to your breasts.

Little to no spillage.

The perfect amount of perk.

Not to mention how stunning the deep hue looks against your brown skin.

This is supposed to make me feel pretty.

Why don't I feel pretty?

Your fingertips ghost over the pudge surrounding your waist.

'I'm just being honest.'

Roxanne's words still bouncing around your head like a pinball.

You attempt to press your curves smooth hoping with just enough pressure they'd all melt away.

Would that make me beautiful?

Nothing changed. As soon you move your hands every curve springs back into place.

How could anyone be happy with me...if I'm not happy with me? How could Fl-

Overwhelming shame settles in your chest.

Heavy and Hard.

As you pull the red fabric off your skin all of the day's events replay themselves.

Every compliment.

Every flirt washes itself in doubt and insecurity.

You squeeze your stomach so tight it hurts. Acrylics digging into you. Every fear and insecurity cackle in unison as you stare yourself down in that vanity mirror.

No one really thinks you're pretty.

You're just a diversity hire.

You're not special.

You're such a silly girl for even believing it all.

You're just a fat girl.

Hot tears well up in your e/c eyes. You shake your head in hopes that all the self hate would vanish like lines on an etch a sketch.

Years of hard practice ignoring all the hate and refusing to seek others for validation seems to be crumbling. Your self-worth seemed to be slipping through your fingers like sand. The inferiority that you buried so long ago resurrected itself again.

I never earned a place in this industry.

I'm not a real model.

I'm just a joke.

At this point your e/c eyes start to burn from all the tears. Your head was beginning to really throb too.

It hurt almost as much as what she said.

But even worse than that the fact that she got to you in the first place stings the most.

You wanted...needed someone to contradict it all. Someone to confirm despite all the sly shit Roxanne shot at you that you're still beautiful. That her assertions weren't reality.

She couldn't define you.

You wander to Florian's side of the room. Rifling through his drawers and pulling out the shirt closest to the bottom of the drawer. A simple white tee.

You lift collar to your nose. The gentle scent of him still clings the fabric mixed with his signature cologne. Stealing his t-shirts just kinda became a thing after you two unofficially moved in together. After several not so sly comments about how great he smells all the time Flo started leaving lightly worn undershirts at the bottom of his drawer. You pull one from its hiding place.

You tug it on over your loose curls. It stopped just low enough to nearly cover your ass. Loosely meeting your hips but gave no hint to your shape otherwise. Almost always reverting back to you tomboy swag when you aren’t really in love with your shape.

You shuffle into red Nike gym shorts with ease, thankful that your baby daddy is thicc too. You don't check the mirror. It wouldn't make you feel better anyways.

Enough crying.

Woman Up, and ignore it until it goes away.

A couple bright flashes from your phone draws your attention.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Filming ran a little over. Gimme a few to get cleaned up.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Got a few things to pick up. Then I'm all yours😜!

Be home soon, Babygirl😘!

You send a silent prayer up to heaven so thankful he wouldn't be seeing you like this as you type out your reply.

Y/n:

Can't Wait, Big Poppa😜💞!

He couldn't know that you're this fragile.

Flo always said how strong you were and how much he loved that about you. How people never seemed to be able to get under your skin.

No reason to change that.

…

The warm spicy scent of chai sweeps through the downstairs air, mixing with microwave kettle corn. Quincy and Monica are in the middle of their break-up after his parents’ divorce when the door clicks to reveal Florian with his arms full of groceries.

You pop up from the blanket cocoon on the sofa.

"Your definition of ‘a few’ is way different from mine." You smile pecking him on the cheek as you attempt in vain to wrestle multiple bags away from him. Per usual he surrenders the lightest bag to you.

"Says the woman who steals half.” Florian smiles, raising an eyebrow at you as he places the bags on the counter before planting a kiss on your forehead. He pulls you into him sliding a hand down your back to waist then finally resting at your soft fluffy ass. Lustfully squeezing he growls a little bit.

But your mind goes to other dark and insecure places.

Wow he thinks I'm so-No Stop.

He didn't mean it like that.

You frown pushing the doubt out trying to focus on him.

His smell.

His voice.

His body so close to yours.

His desire for me.

He loves me despite…

Why did he suddenly need to love me despite?

Shame bubbles up your chest as you push away before crossing both arms around your waist.

Palms pressed into yourself. Fingers loosely gripping your hips.

You force your lips into your usual cheeky smile.

"Uhh...Lemme help put these up to make up for it." You giggle snatching Lays bags and a couple boxes of snack bars. You pray he wouldn't read into it.

Florian noticed.

His brown-green eyes muddied with confusion then concern.

Something's wrong.

"How was your day, Dragă? How was brunch with your Aunt Roxie?" He breathes slowly crossing the kitchen and resting his head in the nape of your neck. His arms wrapping around you as you close the cabinet.

"Uhh...umm...it was…" You mutter stiffening as your head falls and your shoulders tense and you ball your fist against the granite countertop. The lump starts swelling in your throat.

You weren't expecting him to remember you even mentioned that. Tears edge your e/c eyes.

You didn't want to tell him. You didn't want him to pity you. You feel so inadequate that she got to you in the first place.

Crybaby.

So you stay silent sighing deeply. Focusing on the little golden fleck in granite countertop you try to keep all the hurt inside.

You couldn't.

The more you push it back down the more tear droplets sprinkle the shiny stone finish.

Florian doesn't move. His grip tightens to steady your trembling body.

Stop it!

Stop It Right Now!

Stop Fucking Crying!

Please

You can’t help but wonder how you still had tears left.

Yet the tears keep rolling.

And seconds felt like hours.

Every insecurity weighing down on your shoulders.

Abruptly turning in his embrace to face him and meet his hazel green eyes but deciding on his chest instead.

A smile strains itself onto your lips. Your default facial expression.

A bad habit you'd picked up in middle school.

A small gesture of reassurance.

I’m ok but not ok.

"Today was uh … ok. Don’t worry about me. I'm fine." You croak resting your trembling palms evenly on his chest.

An action intended to put him at ease, and make your words less hollow.

You don't want to worry him or bring down his good mood. You try and beg the tears to stop rolling down your brown cheeks and your boldness to fill your chest. But it doesn't.

"You're such a bad liar, Babygirl." Florian chides gently placing a hand on yours before gently lifting your chin with the other.

A half choked laugh bubbles up your throat. One last attempt to pretend everything was fine.

His eyes were soft and genuinely concerned, much to your surprise there's not an ounce of pity in them.

You wait.

For his judgments.

His disappointments.

His snide remarks.

His attempt to force you into letting him in.

You just needed one reason to shut him out.

One reason to fold into yourself and bottle up the pain.

Just one so you can run up stairs and pretend this crack in your composure never happened.

Go ahead

Let me down already.

Soft brown green eyes slowly examine your features. Slow.

Methodical.

Silently waiting.

But he won't give you one.

No reason to run.

He just patiently sweeps away a few fallen tears off your cheek.

Only to return to rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand, "Y/n, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." Florian presses an impossibly soft kiss into your cheek.

And that is all it takes.

You throw your arms around his neck as it all begins to sputter out.

The evening brunch with Roxie and everything she'd said and done to belittle you.

His hands rest on the small of your back as he pulls your frame closer to his.

"She's like a mom to me, Flo. And my day had been so unbelievably great until her. Like, I was on cloud nine. And I just let her snatch it all away. The whole time we were together she just kept throwing these shitty little jabs at me. And I believed it all so easily. I let her make me feel small and I let her hurt me. Because if Roxie..., a woman who practically raised me, could see me for who I really am…then then everyone else had to see that too. It had to be true. How long would it take for you…" You trail off squeezing him tighter to be sure he was real. Every gritty detail flutters from your lips.

"You'd see it too, Flo. And realize that I'm still that scared little girl I used to be. That I’m not good enough. That I’m unlovable."

You only recently opened up to him about the living hell of your middle school years and early high school. It'd been brief and scarce on particulars, but Florian noticed how you pulled into yourself when you talked about those days and how you'd laugh or smile but it wouldn't reach your eyes. He could see how much you still hurt, and that some part of you, still blamed yourself.

He moves his hands from your lower back to either side of your thick thighs and gently hoists up to straddle his waist.

"Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău." Florian hums softly squeezing you into him. Your grip tightens.

Flo had made two things his personal goals since you started dating.

First, Picking you up.

Something you always thought was so romantic, but you weren't sure if someone would ever do that for you. You made the mistake of telling him that, so every chance he gets he's sweeping you off your feet.

And second, teaching you Romanian.

You actually could stutter through a few sentences even though you're hesitant to practice with him. Mainly because your accent’s so bad.

A surprised peep escapes your lips as you nuzzle your damp face into his neck. An involuntary little noise you make every time. Even though you can't see his face you're more than sure he's smirking.

He loved you close to him. And you can't help but wish it was under better circumstances.

He strides slowly across the kitchen and takes a seat on the couch with you in his lap.

By this point you feel like such a whiny little bitch for unpacking all your bullshit on him like this.

"Babygirl, look at me please?" Florian pleas giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Those e/c eyes flicker to his features soft and puppy dog like. You can’t help but melt into him.

“Dragă, you know you’re beautiful, right?” He says matter of factly as he cups the side of your face squishing your cheeks for added emphasis

“Most days...yea.” You nod sheepish.

Today turned out not to be one of those days.

“Dragă, you know I love you with my whole heart?” He smiles a Cheshire sized grin leaning his forehead against yours.

“All the time, Flo.” You sigh giving him the same shiteating grin he gave you.

“Dragă, you know you deserve everything you’ve worked so hard for. You’re not an imposter or a poser. Right?” He states in the same reassuring tone.

“Damn straight, I have worked my ass off.” You mutter with the slightest sass thinking on every mountain you had climbed to get to this far in your career. Florian promptly pecks each side of your face as he sees the fire burning in the back of your eyes. Then he continues his pep talk.

"Prințesa, Roxie is an absolute bitch."

A half choked chuckle flutters up your throat.

Out of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn't it.

Not to say Florian never uses the B-word, but you’ve never heard him say it. Actually this might be the first time you’ve been present to see the syllables have fallen from his lips.

"I'm sorry to say that but it’s true. You're an absolutely stunning woman at the top of your career. You’re fiercely determined and way too stubborn to quit. You’re insanely optimistic and bubbling over with confidence and joy. You are so fun and surprisingly gentle and witty. You're amazing whether I tell you or not, Ibui. You’re a goddess in your own right. Anyone can tell by looking at you. You are more than deserving of love and being loved. Babygirl, I just want you to know that you don’t have to pretend that nothing ever gets to you ...at least not with me. You’re allowed to be hurt and broken and falling to pieces if you feel like it. " He hums, brushing the slowing tears off each cheek before delicately cupping your face again. Florian places small soft kisses on each temple before a long one in the center of your forehead.

"A lot of people call their cruel remarks, honesty or tough love, because most people don’t know how to love. And I want you to know I won’t ever hurt you and call it truth. People close to you don’t have the right to hurt you. Here. With us. That’s never ok. I will always be your soft place.” He. He pulls you securely into a bear hug. Firmly to his chest. In turn you snake your arms around his waist. You find so much peace in his arms.

“Promise?” You sigh letting a man that loves you unconditionally hold you while you try to piece yourself back together.

You feel fragile.

Torn.

Vulnerable.

But not beyond repair.

Not beyond lovable.

“Yes. I promise.” He smiles as you relax in his arms.

Footnotes

Dragă - Darling

Prințesa - Princess

Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău - Babygirl, I’m so sorry (roughly)

[mochaxmars]

Duality [Florian Munteanu]

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pairing - florian munteanu x black!reader

summary - there’s no denying that florian is a passionate lover, and he has two very distinct sides to him in the bedroom. he is completely unpredictable, there’s no telling which side you’re going to get; 'sweet' or 'insatiable' - but you welcome either.

warnings - smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex

word count - 1928

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Sweet:

Florian followed the trail of clothes leading into their bedroom and greeted by the sight of YN sprawled underneath the covers. She rose from the bed, revealing the deep red set that clung to her body, and walked over to him. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back with a teasing look and said: "No, not yet." YN pulled the shirt over his head and walked forwards with Florian mimicking the movements backwards until his knees met the edge of the bed and fell onto the mattress. 

She fell gracefully on the bed next to him and sunk into the pillows before straddling his hips. He went to sit up, but she pushed him back down.

 "YN-" She cut him off by kissing his lips. He kissed back with fervency, his hands came up to her neck and hair. She registered his actions, collected her thoughts and remembered to stick to her plan, so she pulled away. She grabbed his hands gently and place them back down by his sides.

 "No touching," YN whispered.

"You're not playing fair."

"Shh." She brought her finger up to his lips and kissed him again. She made it a gradual process, and it was her intention to enjoy it but most of all, she wanted him to enjoy it. YN drew away, and Florian instantly missed the heat curling within him but soon felt her soft lips from his jawline to his neck and collarbone. Kissing every inch of him, she could feel the struggle to restrain his hands. She placed soft butterfly kisses down his chest and abs.

 "YN." He murmured her name. She could hear and feel the desperation to use his hands and the willpower it was taking him not to. She sat up, still straddling him and gently grasped his hands a place them on her hips.

 "Your turn," She breathed into his ear and bit the shell of his earlobe. 

Florian's hand instantly went about roaming her body, and she was completely magnetised by his arousal. Any opportunity to present his dominance he would take it but she made him crumble, making his claims of desiring her clear. He leaned in for a kiss, his lips were gentle against hers and YN's hands begin to slide up his chest and encircle his neck.

He pulled away this time, and whilst kissing her chest he mumbled against it "You're irresistible." His hand came to her bra and didn't even attempt to undo the strap. He grabbed the middle and tore away. She heard the fabric rip and gasped at what he'd just done. 

"Shh," he said using YN's own words against her. That night wasn't like any other night; he planned on taking all of her and savouring every moment.

As YN rode him, he caressed every part of her - hands roaming from her neck to the swell of her breasts, to her back and down to her ass; leaving no part of her untouched. Her thighs were bridged either side of him, and Florian's grip on her waist tightened, closing the gap between their bodies. She raised her hips until there was just the throbbing tip left inside of her and then she brought her waist down on his member. YN alternated between this and rotating her hips, in an agonisingly slow and sensual way that had Florian wanting more. He placed chaste kisses on her neck before slipping his tongue out to lick a bold stripe and blowing coolly on it, sending a sweet chill down her spine.

He recognised the pattern in her movements and met them accordingly. Every time she dropped her waist down on him, he thrust upwards, making sure that she would feel the tip, of hardened length hitting that spot in her pussy. Florian allowed for the back of her thighs to meet the top of his once more before taking control. He could feel each throb of her heat around him as he gripped the flesh of her ass and brought her down on his length. YN rode his dick with expert skill and Florian buried his face in her chest, giving each of her pebbled nipples deserved attention. The pleasure they were feeling was inexplicable.

"Fuck baby, I need to cum", she drawled as she dragged the tips of her acrylic nails from his shaven head to his back. The responses she received were moans and hums that vibrated through her chest. Florian held onto her waist and thrusted upwards with an unrelenting speed, he purely desired to see her in throes of pleasure. He released her nipple from his mouth and allowed his moans to escape. His hand slipped into her hair and tugged on it as their hips moved with ferocity. There was a heat that radiated in her body and YN felt her orgasm ready to take over body.

"That's it baby, cum for me." Florian coaxed her as her body began to convulse, his forehead pressed against hers and their breaths mingled. A chorus of euphoric moans rang through the air as YN's orgasm triggered his own. The tight clenching of her cunt milked his aching member and his seed painted her walls. He continued deliver deep and powerful to her core to prolong their mutual bliss but he also loved the way her nectar coated him and the sounds of her slick juices around him.

Her thighs were still trembling above his and their breathing was heavy as the aftershocks from love making made its way through them.

Insatiable:

"You know the rules. You take what I give and don't cum until I tell you so," Florian warned.

As the heat between her legs grew, she massaged them together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache. His hands gripped her thighs, prying them apart, allowing the cool air to reach her dampened core and watched her pussy glisten in the light; anticipating his touch.

YN knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she was teasing him throughout the day. She expected to receive some form of punishment, and no doubt that that was what she going to get. Though it never felt like punishment as that was only just another of saying that Florian was going to provide her with a reminder of the intense pleasure he could give; which is exactly she continued to defy him.

He parted her lips and attached his own to her core in an instant, his flattened tongue dragging from her throbbing clit to her entrance. He bound an arm around her legs, securing her thighs and the other pressed on the lower part of her stomach, intensifying the pressure. She knew she possessed some level of power over him but Florian never verbally let on how much she affected him; instead, he showed it through his actions. That was the driving force in pleasing YN because he wanted and needed to watch her feel good; anything else he received was a bonus.

He removed his hand from across her stomach and pushed two thick digits into her pussy. They stretched her opening and moved in timely rhythm with his mouth as he sucked her bud harshly. Florian knew how sensitive and responsive YN was to him so he played into that by stroking the inside of her thighs and increasing the speed of his fingers. The familiar pressure built up in the pit of her stomach and her moans were trapped in her throat. She clenched the silk sheets with every tentative flick of his tongue against her clit.

His movements were constant as his fingers pushed through her soaked core, coated in her slick and curling upwards to reach her sweet spot; he did so with no other intention than to see her fall apart. His eyes were tainted with lust as he drank in her body.

"You gonna let it all out for me?", Florian groaned with a deepened voice.

"Mmm yes Daddy", she moaned as she was barely able to articulate a response.

"Cum for me, make a mess”.

It was all overwhelming, the feeling of his tongue and fingers, the eye contact they held as she went over the edge and the power he had over her. Her mouth released breathless moans as her essence gushed out of her core, soaking his beard and forming a puddle on the sheets. His fingers continued their work on her g-spot, determined to push her to the point of overstimulation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she mumbled incoherently.

Florian pulled his fingers from her cunt and placed them in his mouth, sucking her essence from them and relishing in how good she tasted.

He stripped out of his sweatpants, freeing his caged member and took his place between her legs. He swung her legs over his shoulders and gripped his cock firmly, rubbing it between her thick folds and spread her wetness before he slowly entered her. Groans of satisfaction erupted from their throats as she was filled and stretched in ways that brought her immeasurable pleasure. Florian silenced all her moans in a kiss and thrust into her at a steady pace. As she drew her head back, he took the opportunity to mark her exposed throat before wrapping his hand around it. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and brought his lips close to her ear and said, "That's it, baby, keep wetting this dick up for me".

Her moans got louder and bounced off the walls as she became increasingly turned on by the situation and his dirty words. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands light; Florian went back to eating her out and using his fingers again, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs trembled and watched YN's body writhe. In seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind so much that she didn't feel the additional fingers on her clit.

"This is what you wanted to happen when you teasing me earlier, isn't it?" Florian mumbled into ear, his voice thick with salacity.

YN's hand joined the one that was on her neck and gripped it tighter, "FUCK! Yes and this feels so good, you in this pussy. It's all yours." 

Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as the intense pressure started building once more. Florian didn't deny her the chance to hear his moans because he knew that he'd get them in return and that's all he wanted, her; again and over again until their bodies were completely spent.

Her nails dug and bit into the skin of his arms as he drilled further into her gushing pussy, his thrusts were desperate as Florian felt them both on the brink of climax. YN's tight walls convulsed around his throbbing member as she became victim to orgasm that threatened to consume her. The speed of his thrusts was getting harder to maintain and became sloppy as he felt the sexual shockwaves ride through him and he erupted inside her. He hissed her name while he was at the height of pleasure.

YN threw her head back into the pillows and shut her eyes as she came down from her high. She felt the bed dip, indicating that Florian laying down and she could hear the heaviness of their breathing. They were completely intoxicated and enthralled with the pleasure they brought to each other.

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[jaywritessmut]

Weiß- WIP

New Fic Alert! Listening to Florian speak different languages got the creative juices flowing and here I am. This is what happens when you mix quarantine life, good kush, back to back episodes of Power and an obsession with a certain hazel eyed Romanian teddy bear. It wont be my first fic (I’m currently working on an August Walker fic) but this will be a major work for me.

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader, OFC (*all stories are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: smut, Gangster!Florian, CrimeLord!OFC, murder, drug trafficking, criminal enterprise, the list goes on. This is gonna be a wild ride!

Synopsis: The daughter of an American diplomat stationed in Berlin, Annalise ‘Snow’ Roper knows the city like the back of her hand. The language, the people and the culture are all familiar to her. Which is why she and her business partner are able to run a successful cocaine enterprise right under the noses of the general public. But after his untimely death requires her to be more hands on with the criminal side of things, she’s thrown into a world she knows nothing about. And it certainly doesn’t help that she’s falling for one of her foot soldiers. Can she safely mix business with pleasure or will it all come towering down? Stay tuned!

[stargirlfics]

violent delights

Mafia Boss!Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: little blurb of you and your mob daddy taking care of business and finding some sweet alone time after

Warnings: 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI, men being creepy assholes, violence mentions, use of a gun, smut: public-ish sex, unprotected sex, mild daddy kink, thigh riding

The city’s night life was steadily making its presence known as you looked out over the mesh of people where you sat on the bar top of The King’s Lady (something only you could get away with seeing as the bar was named in your honor), sipping on your rum and coke and waiting for your man to finish up business matters

Florian had a number of secret entrances, doorways and a whole grid of tunnels built in conjunction with the bar as a way to maximize the amount of mafia related business he could do, he was always moving where meetings and deals were made and for the time being, the bar was the new hot spot

Tonight was like any other night you and him were here expect tonight you were in a mood and just wanted to get Florian alone. He’d been so busy the past week and the brat in you was starting to come out at the lack of attention

No matter, you knew that he knew you needed him and he’d promised you exactly that when he was finished discussing new weapons shipments with another boss which in reality had only been happening for a half hour now but to you it felt like more

“Let me get another rum and coke for the beauty here.”

It was a man’s voice but not the voice you wanted to hear and when you turned a little to see, it was definitely not the man you wanted before you either

Vincent...classic mafia man that didn’t like taking no for an answer

“No thanks, I don’t take drinks from greaseballs. And, Paulie, close this man’s tab while you’re at it. Think he’s had enough fun.”

This wasn’t the first time you’d had issues with the guy. There was one very unfortunate night that when he wouldn’t stop hitting on you, got a little too drunk, grabbed you and Florian had seen and poor Vincent ended up with his jaw needing to be wired shut for a few months

But clearly that alone wasn’t enough to get him to leave you alone. He was determined to get you to leave Florian as if he could offer you anything that would compare

“Ouch, sweetheart you know you don’t always have to be such a bitch? Wonder how the big guy puts up with you.”

“I’m only a bitch to people who deserve it and you’re lucky you’re even allowed to set foot in here. I’d be on my way before he comes back up and sees you talking to me, wouldn’t want a repeat of last time would we? Or do I need to re-break that ugly mug of yours myself?”

You didn’t flinch when he puffed his chest out at you and made a fist, it was almost hilarious honestly, such a sensitive little man. Instead you took your foot and gave him a nice kick in the balls for even trying that with you

Valentino’s made for the prettiest weapons

And right on cue, Florian came back in from the storage room, his eyes zoning in on you immediately

His lady, his princess

There was no where you could be where he couldn’t find you, his entire being was just connected with yours that way

He’d seen you kick the man now writhing and screaming in pain at your feet and knew immediately who it was, anger washing over him

He dismissed the men he’d been talking to and stalked over to where you still sat on top of the bar, his hands finding their familiar place on your waist

“You alright, bunny? He touch you?”

You smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, heart swelling at how he shielded your body with his, protective, strong, reminding you nothing and no one could harm you

“I didn’t let him get the chance but he was about to. I’m ok though, baby. Just pissed.”

Florian was looking you over for injuries, for anything even remotely out of place, force of habit when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it, he’d do anything to keep you safe

“Me too.”

So when he was satisfied that you were ok, his anger switched back on and he was on Vincent like rash, unbuttoning his navy suit jacket which you graciously took from him so he could grab his gun from the holster under his arms

“You really thought you could act that way towards her, huh? That how you treat women, Vincent? Cause let me tell you how much of a problem I have with that. Get the fuck up.”

You weren’t gonna lie, as much as seeing Florian handle a gun was still a little scary and new to you, he was beyond hot doing it

The fact that he could end the man’s life in a second, with his bare hands even, all in the name of protecting you...it was a wild thought that made your heart race and every part of you feel hot and tingly

Florian pressed the gun against Vincent’s temple, unbothered by the rest of the bar crowd now aware of what was going on, many smartly taking the initiative to leave

Not even Vincent’s crew was coming to his aide, they were clearly a lot smarter than him

Messing with you was directly on par with messing with the boss and nobody wanted to be in the receiving end of the backlash

You sighed and rolled your ankle as you watched Florian rough the man up a little, light work mainly, that was even more dangerous, that he was holding back

That went on for a few minutes more before Florian brought him to kneel at your feet, bruising and a little bloodied, pleading rather pathetically now

“It’s your call.”

That stunned you but excited you at the same time, a small gasp leaving your lips

“I get a say?”

Florian chuckled and nodded, “We’re together are we not? King’s Lady is the sign above this bar is it not? You get a say here on out. Tell me what you want to do and I’ll take care of it for you.”

Wow, he had to be the least misogynistic mafia man in the game right now, you’d hit the jackpot in so many ways

And upon that realization, the smile spread across your face brazenly, not needing very much time at all to ponder what you wanted to do with the scum before you

He was dragged away kicking and yelling but all you cared about was Florian and the rush of feelings flooding your body

“Everyone clear out, bar’s closed for the night!”

His voice boomed across the space, startling everyone but you. Many were disgruntled by their fun being cut short but most had mafia ties, they knew when the man said to leave, you left 

And it did not take very long before Florian was on you now, his hands gripping your body tight, pulling you closer to him, neither of you caring about how your dress was now hiked up to your waist 

You were totally alone and that’s what mattered

“Fuck, I missed this, princess. You looked gorgeous tonight, you know that? Daddy’s been neglecting you, haven’t I.”

You pouted playfully, whimpering when his lips reached your neck and his beard grazed against the skin there, sending a shiver down your spin

“You’re making it up to me now, though. Please, I want you so bad. And you were so hot taking care of that asshole.”

“Mmm, you like it when I’m being rough, huh. Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want tonight.” 

And he wasn’t lying, his word was his word

Florian lifted you up and walked you to one of the lounge sofa’s in the corner, laying you back and telling you to just let him take care of you

He let some of his weight press against you, his thigh coming to part your legs so you could have something to grind against, which you eagerly took the opportunity to

“There she is, my dirty princess. Already dripping for me, look at the mess you’re making on my pants.” 

You felt your cheeks burn at the statement but you just couldn’t help it, your body responded so wildly to him

He let you occupy yourself that way while he stripped you over your little black dress, pulling you back into his arms and sitting you in his lap while he sat back against the sofa, bouncing his knee slightly

“Go ahead, ride my thigh, see if you can cum that way first before I give you this dick.”

What a fucking tease...

You whined and begged him to just fuck you already but rocked yourself back and forth against his massive thigh anyways, your core aching at the friction 

Good luck to the dry cleaners having to fix these pair of pants at this rate but neither of you could care in the moment 

Florian held two fingers up to your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to take them in, sucking diligently as you bounced and rocked on his thigh, inching closer and closer to that edge you so desperately wanted to fall over 

“There you go, fuck! Such a pretty girl like this, bunny.” 

And that’s what did it, his sultry deep voice against your ear, coaxing you on, his fingers in your mouth because he knew how much you liked to have something there, pushing just a little deeper so you’d gag

It was all the right ingredients for you to cum, and you fell apart in his arms, slumping against his chest after you rode it all out 

Your mind was in a blissful haze but your body worked on it’s own accord, helping Flo take himself out of his pants, your hands pumping up and down a few times while your lips met his, everything all searing heat and passion 

“Put it in, there you go, baby, nice and slow.” 

As many times as you’d fucked, you never got over how large he was, in general and especially there. How delicious the ache was as he stretched you out, pushing deeper and deeper until you were fully seated on him

You hummed and smiled lazily at his groans, knowing the way you were squeezing him was driving him crazy

“Daddy, you feel so good, oh god, please.”

The pace was slow and steady at first, you bouncing slowly as he whispered dirty things in your ear and let you bite at his shoulder until you could barely keep yourself upright

“Please, what? Oh you want this, hmm? That what my little slut wants?”

He was so fucking deep and you weren’t even trying to muffle your moans 

Florian couldn’t hold back anymore after that, he wrapped his arms around you firmly and held you in place while he pounded into you, smirking at how you clawed at his arms but begged him not to stop at the same time 

Both of you had needed this, missed this more than you could say and you didn’t care that you were in the middle of his and your bar, albeit you were alone but still

All of that felt to small and far away as you came again and again, sweat licking at your bodies by the time you were both exhausted

But that didn’t matter either, there was an undeniable power and magic in your relationship and nothing and no one could fuck with it, period 

The King and his Lady were untouchable and inseparable, for forever and then some    

The way this man has us by the necKs I-whew! I hope this was good and please let me know what you think cause I’m currently going feral for this man yet again!!!

Thank you so much for reading!! 🖤

[lady-olive-oil]

Work Out: Chapter 6

A/N: As promised here is chapter 6!! For some reason, tumblr decided to make this disappear. I was not happy. but here i am trying again. I do not own the Delta Sigma Theta’s of the Divine Nine. Soon I’ll explain how the girls [Geneva, Roxie and Miyah] met, along with an imagine for Gege’s birthday. Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

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Warnings: sexual themes [wrap it up yall!!]

Google translations: German 

[ Geh zurück ins Zimmer baby. Ich werde bald da sein, Ich habe das verstanden] [Go back to the room baby. I’ll be there soon, I got this.

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-Florian’s POV-

Shifting in bed slightly, I noticed the bed was cold and voided of my girl. Last night was all a blur, but I remember bits and pieces. I had finally made Geneva my girlfriend and I couldn’t help but smile with sincerity.

“Baby girl! Are you up?” I called out into the stillness of the condo. Hearing a subtle bark I knew Dragon, her red pomsky, was awake and ready for the day. 

Normally I’d play with him but I had other plans that I had in motion. Slipping on some basketball shorts; I stretched and got ready for the day. Feeding him a bit of his food, I headed towards the kitchen, that was offset by her laundry room where her dog would sleep. 

“Yeah! I’m just getting the mail.” Seeing her smiling face again, made me realize how much of a good thing we have going. I made her happy; secure and well taken care of and that’s what she deserves from me. From anybody really. She’s been through enough as is.

“What’s up?” I wrapped my arms around her as she sipped her coffee mug, kissing the side of her face. 

“Oh nothing. Just wanted to know where my girlfriend ran off to. Plus I have an idea for us to do something today, if you’re up for it?” The suggestive tone in my voice, earned me an arched brow in curiosity, through the toasters reflection.

“Depends on what it is, but what do you have in mind?”

“I want to try to spice up our sex life a bit. You know, jazz it up.”

“How exactly?” She turned in my arms and glanced up at me.

Kissing her nose, I smiled. “Well how about I treat you like I said I would? Elevate it a bit more.”

“How you do you wanna do this? Slow build or-”

“Nah not like that baby girl.” I picked her up this time, coffee mug forgotten, and headed back towards her room.

She squealed happily, holding on tightly. “Florian!”

“You’ll be screaming it later in a bit.” She playfully tapped my shoulder at that.

“Curiosity is killing me. So how are you going to elevate it? I don’t know any other way babe.” She had a genuine look of confusion. She looked at me like a little kid in trouble, as I sat on the bed with her in my lap.

“You know like sit on your throne?”

“But I already sit on your lap when we snuggle and- oh.” It finally clicked for her, with a shy expression.

“Are you ok with that? I mean we don’t have to if you’re not ready.” Rubbing her arms gently, I was trying to reassure her confidence a bit.

“I don’t know babe. I mean, I have never done it before and Jake never did it do I don’t know. I’m kind of on the fence about it.” 

I could tell she was nervous. The way she avoided looking me in the eye; messing with her fingernails, her labored breathing with ever sentence. I had to let her know that she was always going to be safe with me.

“He never did? Well if you ask me, he wasn't a real man. What man doesn’t want his woman to ride his face? I know I do, because god damn you are gorgeous.” 

The tint in her cheeks were visible and bright as ever, against her mocha sun-kissed skin. I kissed her nose gently, holding her hips, to reassure her. 

“I trust you Flo. I made a promise to trust you, that I wouldn’t hide from you.”

“I appreciate that Gege. I am honored that you trust me to do this for you. Your deserve new experiences with someone who cares for you deeply.”

With a sweet smile and a nod, she slipped off the long sleeve shirt, and her boy shorts. Her lace red bra was the only thing left. Bracing herself on my lap, she looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me heatedly.

Gripping her hips, I kissed back with the same intensity and helped her slide up my body as I leaned back. 

“Grip on to the headboard rails baby girl, you’re gonna need it.” I had her right above my tongue, dripping already and smelling so sweet. I got a hold of her thighs and blew a soft breath against her heated core.   

“You’re so proud of yourself about this huh- oh shit.” The sound of her gasping and her body shaking a tad, stirred something in me to finally lick her up slowly.

I gripped on to her hips, as she moved forwards and backwards. “Flo-Florian. Don’t tease m-me...god damn.”

“Baby girl, you don’t even know the half of what I’m about to do.” I spoke in a husky tone, that bounced off the walls. I let out a warm puff of air against her sex that caused her to shiver, much to the delighted chuckle that escaped my lips.

As she pressed her chest to the wooden headboard, it was as if a prayer had been answered to hold on tight for security. My hands were secured on her hips still aside from the involuntary flexing of her muscles. It was all she could do to claw the wood, moaning and writhing from the waist up. She angled her hips down in search of my devious tongue as it just barely pressed into your folds I lowered you down a little more, still preventing her from squirming to the point I might nip her. 

“Oh dear gods. Florian, right there.” Her breathing hitched and increased tenfold, as I growled gently into her wanting heat.

“Baby girl, you taste sweeter than before. I could spend all day feasting.” I encouraged, panting a little before gently leaving kisses on both thighs.

“Florian. Boy if you don’t- sweet Mary and Joseph…”

Finally giving in to my desires as well, my lips encircled her clit with, brushing it with his tongue in swift strokes that left her trembling and crying in relief. I could tell she want being driven mad yet, till she felt a gentle press of a finger at her entrance, not giving her long enough to gasp before slipping in. 

It wasn’t long before a second and a third joined as well, making her toes curl in delight when she felt them both brush against her inner walls. Hitting her g-spot repeatedly, upon hearing her whimper once more.

At this point her hands had fisted the pillows beneath my head, flexing and pulling while she pleaded for release. Her orgasm so close she felt near frantic for it.

With a breathless chuckle, she bit her bottom lip and looked me in the eyes, continuing to ride my mouth. “You sly, little devil.”

Triumphantly, I gave her exactly what she craved. Sucking hard and strumming my fingers until she broke, weight falling fully into his hands and against the headboard.

Never letting a single drop go to waste, I licked her clean before sliding her down and next to me.

“You got me all over your face baby.” She whispered tiredly, kissing me gently as if to taste herself.

“Did you release on the bed? Florian I could’ve helped.”

“This was about you, my love. Besides the noises you made were enough to get me by.” With a shrug, I say up and grabbed the sheets heading towards the laundry room, to get a good wash going.

“Fine. But in the shower I owe you. Now come get me, I can move my legs.” Her gentle laughter brought joy to my life, as if the angels were singing.

Returning to her, I picked her up with ease, turning on the industrial shower head and helped her get it without falling.

“The king is very gentle with the queen.” She mumbled in my chest, wrapping her arms around me.

Kissing her under the running water of the shower head, felt like a fairytale. “He is. His queen is his world and nothing will stand in the way of that.”

“Now let the queen make her king feel good in return.” With ease, she kneels down in front of me. She guided my hand into her deep curly mane for good measure.

“The things you do to me.” Was the last thing I said before I closed my eyes in euphoric bliss.

-4 hours later-

“Why the fuck are you here?!”

“You’re still my wife so I have the right to be.”

“Hmm no the fuck you don’t. Get your shit and go”

Yelling this early? Might’ve been the tv. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was almost 2 in the afternoon, the bed was cold. We’ve must’ve taken a deep nap in the new sheets. Geneva might've gotten up, but who was she yelling at?

The curiosity got the best of me as I made my way downstairs, with Dragon following in tow, to see what  the commotion was all about. Low and behold, it was one thing I loathed. Jake and his annoying ass.

Leaning against the near wall by the door, I was on my in my sweatpants that I could find laying around. It seemed to have pissed him off even more.

“Why is he here? You don’t live here Hercules.” His attempt to take a jab at me was useless. I got a real food laugh out of it though.

“He’s here because he’s my man that’s why. Practically lives here now.”

“Bullshit! You’re still married to me Geneva.”

With a roll of my eyes, I arched a brow in disbelief. “You cheated on her, and still think she’s supposed to stay loyal to you? As my friend Mike would say, you’re straight buggin.” 

“You stole her from me. If anything your ass needs to get done, Romania.”

“Boys! Come on now. Jake you need to go. Florian, Geh zurück ins Zimmer. Ich werde bald da sein, Ich habe das verstanden.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and the room went silent. When did she learn German?

“Fine. I’m out. See you at the reunion Geneva.” Giving me a once over, I glared back at Jake before he slammed the door on his way out. I headed back upstairs to wait for Geneva.

“Ok when did you learn German, and how are you so good at the pronunciations?” Pulling her close to me by her waist, I was sitting on the edge of her bed.

There goes that sweet chuckle again. She massages the back of my head a little, sighing in content.

“While you were at home, in Germany, I bought a Rosetta Stone kit for German. Still learning though.”

“It’s not bad at all. I like it when you take charge though, you should do it more often. Why was he here for anyway?” Kissing her nose, she scrunches up her face.

“Well, you might get to see it more soon. My college reunion in tonight and I’m stepping with my sorority sisters. Would you like to be my date? That’s why he was here to ask me to go with him, just to keep his image up.”

“Draga, i'd love to. He doesn’t stand a chance.” Holding her hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb, I saw the love in her eyes.

She walked towards her closet in search of the perfect outfit to show up and show out in. “No doubt. Alright, do you need a suit or do you have one already?”

“I’m sure I can find something at a short notice. Just gotta call up my suit guy real quick. I can meet you back here in 2 hours and we’ll be ready to go, ok?”

She nodded with a smile and kissed my head, before returning to her closet. I grabbed my sneakers and a shirt before leaving.

“I’ll see ya later babe.” 

“Aight! See ya soon!”

-2 hours later-

I’m surprised she let me take the Range Rover, but I did and I’m glad for it. The suit was simple and well put together. The creases irons so sharp, it could cut through anything. Simple what T-shirts, casual dress shoes to complete it with a blazer. All that was missing was my chain, which I knew exactly where it was.

Calling out for her, I was caught in a trance. “Geneva, I’m back. I just need my chain and we can- holy wow.”

Wow was an understatement. She looked breathtaking walking down the stairs. The dress had a high on her thigh, leaving nothing to imagination. The deep plunge of her neckline was the icing on the cake. Showing off her figure, she smirked at me before fixing the lapels of the blazer for me. Man was I the lucky one 

-Geneva’s POV-

“Darling, close your mouth before you let a fly in.” Patting his cheek gently, with a smile graced upon my ruby red painted lips, I placed his chain around his neck.

“I can’t help it draga. You look amazing, let me get a good look at you.” He grabbed my hand and spun me around a bit.

The wolf whistle caused my face to heat up. This man knows how to woo a woman by the simplest acts of kindness towards me.

“Damn girl you fine.”

I playfully hit his chest. “You need to stop hanging around my cousin. But thank you though. You look good too. Casket sharp, like goddamn.” Checking him out myself, he dusted off his shoulders with a cocky smirk.

“My bad. Thank you my love.” The unforgettable laugh of his was music to my ears. Glancing in the mirror at how good we looked, I had to take a picture. He kissed my head just in time for the perfect picture. 

“Make sure you send that to me. I wanna show off my girl.” 

“Boy, you play too much. Let’s go.” Adjusting my shorts under the dress, I fixed my hair one last time and headed for the car.

“What’s with the shorts babe?” He asked curiously.

“Oh you don’t know? I’m leading the step today. Oh baby boy, you gone learn how ruthless I can get. They don’t call me big sister Black Widow for nothing.” Sending a wink in his direction, we headed to the car.

-15 to 20 min later-

The vibes were alive I’m the convention center. All the graduates from Howard, came to New York for the reunion. Kinda strange but we needed a bigger place to commune.

Signing myself in, along with Florian as my date, I heard my name being called. 

“Genevieve Leona Shaw. Girl!” Turning around to the sound of the voice, I couldn’t not believe my eyes.

“Amiyah? Oh my god!” Hugging my long time friend tightly I couldn’t help but tear up a bit. I haven’t seen her in a good while, and this reunion was just what we needed.

Getting a good look at each other a bit, she noticed a nervous looking Florian. “Girl you look good! Is that who I think it is?”

“Yes it is. Amiyah, this is my amazing and talented boyfriend Florian. Florian, this is one of my best friends Amiyah Leon. One of the best magazine publishers around.”

Florian looked so flustered at being the center of attention. I hype up those who have made a huge impact in my life. No matter what they’ve been through I will always be in their corner.

“Nice to finally meet you Florian. I’ve heard great things about you. So far you’re treating my sis here right, I like that.” Miyah formally shook his hand, offering a sweet smile. 

“I will do everything in my power to keep her happy. You can count on it.” He was always a polite one to be around, and getting my friends approval meant everything to me.

“Good to hear. Hey soro, there’s another girl here that wants to say hi.” Miyah nudged me.

Giving her a quizzical look, I asked “Who?” 

Miyah points behind me and I see Roxanne with Chris. I could not believe that she got him to come.

“Roxie!”

“Geneva!”

All three of us came together in a tight embrace, that was long overdue. When I first met these two girls in my dorm building, we formed a tight bond that was meant to be written in the history books. 

We all ventured out to bigger and greater things after our class left. More degrees; bigger job opportunities, new friendships formed and we still remained in contact. All three of us are DSTs, so it brought us closer together when we pledged.

“Roxie you look so good, and you brought him with you. Christopher Rover Evans, get over here.” Reviving a hug from Chris was like a wholesome bear hug.

“Geneva, it’s good to see you again. This the boyfriend I’m guessing?”

“Yes it is. Roxie, Chris this is Florian. Florian this is Roxie, one of the best actresses I know. I’m sure you know Chris.” Introductions went underway and new folks made they way over to me to say hi. 

The guys got along great. There was however one guy missing.

Sipping a bit of my champagne, I couldn’t help but. “Girl how did you get Chris away from Delilah to go with you?”

“Food my dear, it keeps up bonded. I made him lasagna the other night. Plus y’all know how I feel about him. She’s becoming a nuisance now and I can’t do jack shit about it.” I knew how Roxie felt about her childhood best friend, it hurt me to see her like this.

Even though she’s with Carter, who ain’t shit, she needs Chris. They need each other.

“What about you Miyah. Where’s your date?” Roxie arched brow quizzically.

“He’s over there with Chris and Florian actually. He just arrived.” The smirk on her first was confident and full of love when she saw her date.

Roxie and I both looked in the same direction, where the guys were, and low and behold it was Henry Cavill. We didn’t think they’d get back together after all they went through. But it’s good to see them working it out after all this time.

Cynthia and Destiny couldn’t make it do to them having work obligations and their husbands were on call. 

As the reunion went on, the good vibes kept going and flowing, it was time for the main event to begin. Handing my shoes and purse to the coat check with the girls, we got ready.

“Baby boy, imma need you to be up front to watch your queen in command.” Placing a kiss on Florian’s cheek, I took his hand and had him up front with the guys.

“Do your thing baby girl.”

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail, popping my neck, I adjusted my shorts and got to work. Doing the Delta cry I got the crowd’s attention.

“Deltas! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other right?”

The girls, 23 in count, all agreed and I liked at Florian like a cheetah in heat. The look on his face was predator like, heat inducing. Two alphas fighting for dominance.

“So let’s show everyone, what it takes to be a Delta. I say now Deltas!”

“Yeah!”

“Girl, you lookin fly today.” I flipped my hair and smirked. I haven’t done this in a minute, and true look on my mans face was priceless. He’s never seen me in command, unless it’s in the bedroom.

“Well the Deltas look good everyday! We know how to work it, we show it with pride. I am forever a queen, there is no reason to hide!” Man I miss doing these. 

As the music started, we strolled down and around the circle that formed around us. The energy the crowd threw at us was electrifying and just so positive. After finishing up the dance, I made my way back to Florian who couldn’t help but pick me up and spin me around.

“You were amazing. All of us were. You should be in control more often.” He presses a kiss on my nose, warning a cute giggle to erupt from me.

“I never disappoint, you know this baby.”

“Well look what the garbage dragged in.” That voice. That voice meant destruction in my world. He even brought Mandy with him. Oh joy.

Florian went into predator mode, shielding me from Jake. “You would think he’d learn his lesson last time about, personal space.”

“That little lunch you threw? Ha, that was nothing. You know-”

“Seems to me like it did. You got a shiner still. I know the story about it, make your move on what you want to do.” This time Chris stepped up and I was shocked. Did the boys all become friends I’ve the span of an hour?

“Mr. Big Shot himself, Chris Evans. Look bro, this is between me and Geneva. Not any of y’all.” Jake made his way towards me and I pushed him back.

“Mandy you better get your toad before I fry him.”

She scoffed and made her way in my face. “My toad? Really? You're one to talk about someone being an animal. Look at you, so out of touch with being human. Do us all a favor and-” I don’t know what came over me but, I’m glad it did. 

I smacked the hell out of Mandy, in her face, and the sound echoed in the grand hall of the hotel. Roxie and Miyah had to hold me back as I tried to kick her.

“Count your blessings babies. You ain’t pregnant anymore, I can really fuck your shit up now!” I couldn’t fight against the hold anymore. I had to catch my breathing.

Mandy walked out the room with her face red and some of her pride left.

“Geneva you need to calm the fuck down. You’re the one who needs to learn about personal space. I just wanna make amends with you, baby girl.”

“Make amends my ass. You came to her house unannounced and caused a scene, from what I was told. You’re the one who needs to learn boundaries.” Henry chimed in and shocked us all. Amiyah felt so much pride from her man, or whatever he is with her. I had an even bigger tribe and I couldn’t be happier.

Florian sucked his teeth. “I suggest you run along before I hurt the other eye of yours. Karma is a bigger bitch than me.” 

“I will get you back one way or another Geneva. Just you wait.” He gave the group a once over before looking for Mandy.

“I can’t catch a break. I'm hungry, let's go eat y’all.” I sighed gently and rubbed my head.

-2 hours later-

After the scene had calmed down, the group decided to have dinner at Fogo De Chao. Who could turn down some meat on a skewer?

After feasting for what seemed like ages, we all chatted it up and enjoyed each other's company. 

“So how long have you two been dating?” Roxie asked.

We both looked at each other before, I spoke up. “I’d say a few months. We’ve known each other for a year or two.”

“Met on set for Creed 2, through her cousin Michael. The rest is history.” I felt his lips on my forehead for the umptenth time tonight, I hide my face in his neck.

Miyah chuckled sweetly. “Y’all are cute. You better be treating her right, Munteanu.”

“I am, and I always will. Nothing in this world means more to me than her happiness.” He looked directly into my eyes, which were hypnotizing.

“I love you Geneva. So much and I hope I can prove to you that you deserve everything and anything in the world.” He held my hand and I felt tears pricking my eyes. They fell down my cheeks and I had to catch my breath.

I haven’t felt love like this in so long, this was all so surreal to me. I didn’t think I’d be enough for anyone to love me. I felt damaged and used, to the point where I thought I wasn’t good enough for anyone. I had to say something and quick.

“I love you too Florian. I love you so much.” Resting my forehead against his, hearing our friends cheer us on. It was magical. 

Henry proposed a toast to us and everyone gathered around. “To Geneva and Florian. Here’s to many more ‘I love yous’ and many more great adventures.” 

“To Geneva and Florian!” 

We shared a sweet kiss and it ended my losing streak. This was going to be a great beginning with him and I couldn’t wait to see what it all entails.

“You owe me cuddles now baby.” I whispered against his cheek.

He chuckled and held me close. “Deal my love. I got you.”

[stargirlfics]

For scientific purposes, I need to know if Florian is ticklish or not. I would tickle the mess out of that giant teddy bear. I bet he would be ticklish on the neck and stomach and I wouldn't be opposed to straddling him, while tickling him.

I wonder that too! I bet he’s ticklish in places you’d least expect lol 

Also y’all why is he so cute in this gif wtf is his problem!

Now I’m thinking about having a playful argument or discussion with him and he’s being obnoxious in a funny way and to get back at him you try and tickle him

Which just ends in you both wrestling with each other trying to tickle the other 

You know he’s letting you get the upper hand most of the time cause he’s not pinning you down nearlyyy as much as he could 

That is until you egg him on and well...now you kinda regret your decision cause he’s got you all twisted up threatening to tickle you 

And the both of you are laughing so hard you have to catch your breaths when you finally stop playing around 

Like I’m just imagining Florian’s deep laugh heLp this is so cute! 

[celestianstars]

Under the Table

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Request: @blowmymbackout asked if I could write a fic for her birthday based off a dream she had!

You make the mistake of teasing Florian and he lets you think you can get away with it before he flips the whole thing around on you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you like it! 💛

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, slapping, choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: 3,431

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It all started at dinner. All it took was one too many lustful looks and for you start creeping your fingertips up Florian’s thigh for him to get hard. 

He was always ready for you in that way, never too far away from being aroused by you and he couldn’t pretend that the way you touched him didn’t ignite a hundred different feelings. 

All of that was perfectly good and fine the majority of the time you were alone together but now that you had company, this whole teasing thing you were doing with your hands and the dirty, suggestive comments you’d whisper to him under your breath was making his fingers twitch. 

Florian hated when you did this, simply for the fact that he couldn’t just bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you senseless. He had to wait and endure your teasing and he wasn’t a man who liked to wait when it came to you and the goods you so eagerly offered to him. 

He thought about moving his own hand from where it was resting in a tight fist on the table to below the tablecloth to tease you back but he reasoned that you didn’t deserve his fingers up your pretty dress. 

The conversation he’s trying to maintain and the sounds of silverware and plates being passed around threatened to fade to the background if he couldn’t focus. You were good at this, way too good.

He had a few tricks of his own though.

It surprised you when he sat back and spread his legs wider, letting you have better access to the tent forming in his jeans, he was actually allowing you to continue? 

He was in fact, he wasn’t giving you a warning glare or grabbing your hand tightly to get you to stop, no he was inviting it. You tried to contain your giddiness as you kept working your palm over him discreetly, at the same time you couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy at his nonchalance. 

There was something odd about it and deep down you knew you were gonna regret ever starting this but why not have fun while the lion was asleep?

Florian had managed to calm himself down enough to hide his hard on as he said goodbye to everyone and showed them out of his home, returning to find you cleaning up the kitchen. 

“Leave that for now, daddy has a treat waiting for you if you want it.” 

The dirty spatula in your hand nearly clattered to the floor as you process what he said and watch him grab his dick, smug smile on his face and everything as he retreats to your bedroom. 

This was definitely not like him to do after your bad behavior at dinner. You knew he hated being teased and you were bracing yourself to hear him scold you as he ushered the last of the guests out and shut the front door but it never came. 

And now he was saying he had a treat for you. Tonight was the night for deviating from the usual you guessed and you loved treats so of course you weren’t gonna pass that up. 

Following him to the bedroom you bit your lip when you saw him sprawled out on the bed, bare from the waist down, only his unbuttoned dress shirt and gold chain adorning his upper body. 

You could watch him jerk himself off all day if you were being honest, he was so hot like this, muscles bulging as he moved his fist up and down on himself in the familiar twisting pattern you knew he liked. 

It made your mouth water to see him like this and it didn’t help that he was looking dead at you too, taking in the awestruck and hungry look on your face. 

He thought you were so cute just standing there watching him, almost drooling at the sight of his dick. 

“You seemed so eager at dinner, fetiță. Do you want your treat for real now?” his voice was slightly strained and you could hear him moan faintly at the end of his question making you press your thighs together. 

“Yes please, daddy!” your cheeks burned with slight embarrassment at the laugh he gave in response. You were desperate for it and as part of his plan, he was gonna let you have as much fun with his dick down your throat as you wanted. 

Florian beckoned towards him, making room for you between his legs. 

You were often reminded of how much bigger he was compared to you and in this position with you kneeling nice and pretty on the bed, you were reminded once again. 

Tentatively, you reached out to replace his hand with your own, gripping him tight and going slow. 

Watching his hand twist the sheets underneath him made you smile as you continued, having fun with him. 

It felt like such a power trip because usually you were the one this was happening too, you were the one being teased and then toyed with like this, but not tonight.

And Florian could tell you thought you had the upper hand, that’s what he wanted. He wanted you to feel like you were in control once before he gave up his little game and got back at you for even considering you could tease him like that at dinner. 

Soon enough your desire to get your mouth around him won out and you leaned in, licking stripes up and down the head of his dick first. 

He shuddered and told you to keep going, voice strained as you took him deeper, letting your spit coat his shaft. 

He always tasted so good and you eagerly widened your mouth and plunged down and up again on the thickness of his length. 

Flattening your tongue against the veins and curve of his dick you slowed down, suctioning your cheeks to make it tighter for him, relaxing your throat in the process so you wouldn’t gag as much when you let him push himself into you more. 

You kept it up for awhile before going faster, moaning and taking your nails down his thighs just to see him stomach contract. He was way too hot right now. 

And then you stopped altogether, taking him out of your mouth with an audible pop. You wanted to get yours now. 

“The fuck did you stop for, prinţesă?” his hand expertly found its way to your neck, squeezing firmly. 

There was the show of control that had been missing from him the whole night. Maybe he was trying to get comfortable with you taking the reigns more often. 

“It’s my turn now, daddy.” you just shrugged and gave him a mischievous smile. 

That nearly set Florian off. But he took a deep breath and decided to let his little game continue for a bit longer. He was eager to taste you too and he couldn’t lie about that. 

“Since you demanded, fine.” 

Without another word he had you flipped around on your back, taking his place where he’d been on the bed. 

“Touching me at dinner and no panties too? Goddamn sweetheart you really want it tonight don’t you?” he clicked his tongue and he hiked your dress up, revealing your already glistening pussy. 

“Mhm, I want you so bad please!” you wiggled your hips up to him. 

Florian didn’t need to waste another moment and he sure didn’t as he pushed your legs up and back against your chest as far as they could go, licking his lips and keeping eye contact with you and he pressed his mouth into your heat. 

The sudden sensation of his tongue mixed with his beard against your inner thighs made you jolt but like always his heavy hands kept you in place while he ate and lapped up all your juices, not shy about it one bit.

Florian wasn’t a man who was afraid of having his whole face shiny with your arousal, he welcomed it in fact, always in praise of how you tasted and how wet you could get for him. 

He was an expert at this too, having you pushing against his arms and writhing underneath him as he went, your moans filling up the otherwise quiet room. 

You were sure he hadn’t even been eating you out for very long but if felt like hours to you, your mind slowly letting everything else fade into the background as you focused solely on him and what his lips were doing to you. 

Then of course he had to go and add a couple fingers to the mix, plunging them in and out in a curve, your hips jerking at the two sensations. 

He knew you were close, seconds away from cumming into his mouth and he had considered for a split second actually letting you orgasm because you looked so beautiful like this convulsing under his hands. 

But you hadn’t been on your best behavior and now he decided to drop the illusion of control he was making you think you’d won tonight. No more games. 

“O-ohhh, fuck! Can I cum daddy?” your eyes flew open as the familiar fire between your legs threatened to explode, you looked frantic at how he didn’t answer at first. 

“Nah. You can’t cum till I say so, printesa.” there was the trademark smirk again. 

“But..but I need to! Please!” 

“No.”

Your fists balled in frustration at how he’d taken his mouth away from you in addition to saying no. And now he was teasing you by kissing up your thighs, leaving little bites here and there.

The feeling of his chain against your thighs didn’t help either, the coolness of it making you shiver. 

You whined and rocked your hips back and forth in hopes of enticing him to keep going but he just pinched your thighs and kept teasing. 

Of course he wasn’t letting you have free reign over things in the bedroom tonight, you should’ve expected this since you were the one who started it at dinner but a tiny part of you was hoping he’d let you do as you pleased. 

“I hate you, fuck I hate you so much, I-” you snapped back at him but was cut off at his tongue swirling over your clit again. 

Florian almost wanted to laugh at how he managed to get you to say that you hated him but also had you moaning and begging him for more in the same breath. 

He kept going with his onslaught, slowing down the pace of his fingers against your g spot but increasing the speed of his tongue on your clit, one hand still expertly keeping your legs pressed firm against your chest. 

You were spread open for him to do with as he pleased and as much as you squirmed and whined, he wouldn’t let up. 

“Daddy! Daddy please let me cum oh god!” you dug your nails into the wrist of his free hand, dragging them along his forearm in hope that it might hurt enough for him to let go. It didn’t though. 

Taking his mouth away again but keeping his fingers buried inside you he licked his lips. That alone nearly made you cum and he felt it, the spasm of your walls around his digits making him smile again. 

“If I let you, what do I get out of it?” he added a third finger, your head rolling back with a loud whimper leaving your lips. 

You could barely concentrate, your legs shaky and your body pulsating, right on the verge. 

“Hey, I asked you a question.” he brought his free hand against your cheek in a firm slap, eliciting a yelp from you. 

Florian loved watching you when you got like this, your eyes all wide and slightly teary and your brows pushed together as you struggled to use your words like he wanted you to do. And then your body, fuck he was fascinated by how your body looked when he was making you feel this good, how your limbs shook and the sway of your hips as you pushed against his fingers, eagerly seeking out the friction he was providing.  

“I-um anything, daddy! You can do-anything you want to me, just please please please!” you sounded and looked desperate enough to mean it and he was proud that he’d gotten you to say exactly what he wanted without much pressure at all. 

He stopped again, this time taking himself away from your throbbing pussy completely. 

You were about to curse him out and whine because yet again he’d denied you an orgasm but the dark look he gave you as he pushed himself away shut you up. 

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes now, an indication as to how deprived you were and how bad you wanted him to fuck you hard and deep like you knew he could. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” his voice was so gruff and hot it sent a shiver up your spine, your needy whimpers muffled by the sheets as you lay your head down. 

He came around to the side of the bed and without warning brought his hands down against your ass, making you jerk forward, tears now spilling down your cheeks at the sting. 

“I said on your hands and knees, little one.” 

“I am! Daddy, I am!” you looked up at him in bleary eyed confusion. 

“Did I say to put your head down too? Where is your head right now?” 

And then it dawned on you. You were more ass up, face down than on all fours like he’d instructed. 

“Oh. I’m sorry!” you felt embarrassed at your mistake, the cloudy fog taking over your brain at fault. 

“Exactly. Keep up, prinţesă. You started this.” 

He was right, you had started this and then told him he could do whatever he wanted and you needed to step up. 

Biting your lip and turning your head to the side to look at what he was doing behind you, you watched as he stroked his shaft a few times, looking over your disheveled and bunched up dress. 

It felt like an eternity, waiting for him to just make a move already. And then you felt the bed dip around you, his hands sliding up over your hips and back, pushing you to arch your back nicely. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him sliding his dick between your folds, coating himself in your wetness. 

It took everything in you to remain in that position and not put your head down when he pushed into you, your walls stretching to fit his girth. God, he was so thick and long and he filled you up like nothing else could. 

Moans and sighs once again filled the air as he pulled out a bit and pushed back in, working himself into you deeper and deeper. 

Florian groaned and leaned down to sink his teeth into the flesh of your neck and back enough to make you whimper at the dull pain. You were so tight around him he was reminded of how much he loved being buried inside you. 

Your hands were clutching the sheets hard beneath you as you felt him cover you with his body, lowering himself down so his chest was flush with your back and you absolutely couldn’t stop the moan you let out when his hand came around to grip you in a chokehold as he began to thrust harder. 

“Yes, please more daddy! More!” you cried out, more tears escaping you from how overwhelming good you felt. 

“I’ll give you more but shut the fuck up, I know you don’t want anyone outside hearing you. You know there’s people walking their dogs right now.” he chuckled and nipped at your earlobe, giving you one particularly hard thrust. 

“I’m-oh god! I’m trying daddy, please please I just need you!” 

It was another challenge, another way to punish you for being a tease by forcing you to try and be quiet. And it wasn’t easy as he began to really fuck himself into you, hitting places so deep inside you, you could barely breathe at points. 

And the way his hand and forearm were constricting your air supply only added to the sensation. 

You tried not to scream but you were shaking and whining the more he pounded his dick into you. 

“I can’t, daddy!” your voice kept rising, even more so when he managed to hit your cheek a few more times, not as hard as before but enough to make your eyes roll back. 

He always gave you the perfect mix of pain and pleasure and you were besides yourself and at a loss of what to do with your body besides let him take and do what he wanted. 

Your head felt light from being choked and you moaned out Florian’s name as he fucked you, his other hand letting go of where he’d been gripping your dress to snake down to your lower abdomen. 

“You feel that there, baby? That’s where daddy belongs, that deep inside you.” he growled in your ear, draping his legs over yours to keep you from moving. 

He could feel that you were on the edge again as he moved his hand lower between your legs, playing with your clit in slow, agonizing circles. 

You felt like you were gonna pass out and cum at the same time as tears streamed down your face because of how good he was making this feel. 

“Look at me, prinţesă. Do as I say.” he spanked you again and again until you managed to focus and listen to him. 

“You better not ever try that teasing shit with me again or I’m gonna bruise your ass even worse than I am now, do you understand?” his eyes were dark and stern and you wanted to cower away but knew better. 

“Yes, yes I understand! I-I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, daddy!” your lip quivered as you cried out your response, your whole body threatening to collapse any second now. 

“Good girl. Go ahead, let it go for me.” 

His grip on your throat increased tenfold as you came on his dick, his pelvis smacking against your ass and pounding you through your orgasm. His own moans mixed with yours as he felt you gushing around him 

He found his own release seconds after yours, spilling his load into you and partly all over your ass he pulled out. 

You were gone to the world, having passed out from lack of air and from the shock of so much pleasure to your body but Florian was right there to slap you awake again. 

It stung harder than the previous, effectively jolting you awake with a smile. You loved when he got this rough and demanding. And only cause you knew he was always gentle with you too. 

The first thing you saw was his handsome face above you as you blinked, your body still shaking. 

“Daddy that felt sooo good!” you giggled and closed your eyes again, letting him pull you into his arms. 

You were a mess but you loved it. 

“I’m glad, baby. And as long as you learned your lesson I can give you more when you’re ready.” he smirked, peppering kisses over your shoulders. 

The sheets would have to be changed no doubt about that and you apologized for your bratty antics under the table earlier, repeating to him that you had in fact learned your lesson. 

“You know I love you right? You took all of that so well, prinţesă.” he watched you play with his chain, his big arms circling around your waist, keeping you close to him. 

“I know. And I love you too.” 

As much as you wanted to go another round despite your exhaustion, you let him take care of you like he always did so well, returning the favor with kisses and head scratches cause you knew that always calmed him down. 

You were all smiles at how not ten minutes earlier he’d been in your guts, reminding you of who your pussy belonged to and now he was rubbing your back soothingly, wiping away the tears still fresh on your cheek, letting you know that he loved you even when you were being bad. 

It was everything. This right here in your bedroom with him was all you ever wanted and needed. Just him.

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[fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression]

Roll Up

Florian Munteanu X plus sized black!oc

warnings: my trash ass writing. smut: cunnilingus.

dialogue is bolded and in italics

got the inspiration from this little birdie

IF YOU READ MY WORK, THEN REBLOG THAT SHIT AS WELL! IF YOU THINK THIS MESSAGE IS ABOUT YOU THEN YES TF IT IS! IF YOURE NOT GONNA REBLOG IT, YOU MIGHT AS WELL NOT READ IT!

Tamia Jessica as Camilla Lamar

Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu as himself

You sighed contently as your Florian massaged your feet. You both loved spending time together whether it was actually going out and him spoiling you on fancy dates. Taking you to the mall and basically buying you all the stores or staying in doors and watching comedy movies all night while stuffing your faces with tons of junk food. Just being in each others presence was pure bliss.

"Earth to Camilla," your thoughts were interrupted when you saw your boyfriend wave his large hand in front of your face. The dirtiest thoughts rushed through your brain just thinking about the size of his hand. You shook out of your thoughts again and asked what he had said.

"I said do you wanna smoke with me," He said with chuckle which was always music to your ears. You shook your head no and he shrugged his shoulders all nonchalantly.You watched very intently as he began to roll his weed up in his rolling paper. You smirked to yourself at how concentrated he was, making sure his blunt was rolled as perfect as possible. You felt his deep chuckle practically radiate through your legs. You were perplexed as to what he could possibly be laughing at.

"What's so funny Mr. Nasty?” you chuckled yourself as you stood up straddled over his large lap before sitting down. You bit your lip as you felt his bulge grow underneath you. His massive hands moved from your chubby waist to your thick thighs(Thick Thighs Save Lives. PERIOD).

"You was staring at me so intensely while I was rolling up. Whatchu tryna get licked up next?" You couldn't believe what just came flying out of your boyfriends mouth. It damn near made you choke on your spit. Just shook at how blunt he was about it. You were truly lost for words.

"What did you just say?"

He chuckled once more before grabbing before standing both you and him up. You placed your hands around his face and connected your soft, juicy lips with his.

Your tongues battled for dominance, his ended up with the victory. You smiled against his lips before bringing him in for one more kiss.

You squealed as he tossed you over his broad shoulder as if it was nothing, which to his 6"5 250 pound ass,it wasn't. He rushed up the steps and into your shared bedroom, tossing you onto the bed softly. You sat up and began peeling off your clothes teasingly.

You finally got down to your underwear which was your last article of clothing, continuing your strip tease. That is until your impatient boyfriend walks over and rips them in half.

"Babe. I just bought those. They were from Fenty. Ms Bad Girl Riri herself!" you shrieked as your boyfriend let out a deep chuckle. He finds everything so damn funny

"Relax princess, I'll buy you all the Fenty you want after it's all said and done. Now sit back, be quiet, and let Daddy enjoy his meal." You bit your lip as he kissed you down from the valley of your breast, to your stomach, his face hovering over your heat.

You moaned softly as he pressed soft little kisses onto your 'lips'. You bucked your hips upward, begging him to do more. Your wish was finally granted when he ran his big tongue up and down your wet folds prior to his lips closing around your swollen bud. You cried out underneath him as he sucked on your little bundle of nerves.

His thick beard is rubbing up against the skin your thighs,adding on to the satisfaction that his tongue was already giving to you. His massive hands holding you down by your hips, making sure that you couldn't run away from this pleasure. You gripped onto the sheets hard as you let out moans so loud you were positive that your nosy ass neighbors would be able to hear.

"Shit baby, don't stop" you moaned out as he dips his tongue inside your pussy. Your thighs grip around his head tightly as he begins to tongue fuck you. His fingers played with your swollen pearl as he continues to penetrate you with his tongue. You felt like you were on cloud nine as you chanted mewls of his name.

"Fuck, I'm coming" you screamed as your juices spread over his face, him lapping up the remains with his tongue. You sighed as you came down off your high.

"Știi că nu am terminat corect" you heard your boyfriend say as you both chuckled simultaneously.

Should I make part two?

Știi că nu am terminat corect= You know we not finished right?

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[fumbling-fanfics]

What would be your favourite vaycay pic of Florian

Something like this... Or the red shorts one. He's waiting for you to come back with drinks from the bar. You set both down and take this picture

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Leading Ladies

These are the Leading Ladies of my fics so far. I’ll update it accordingly, adding a new collage each time. Let know if you’d like to be tagged in any of these stories or any in the future.

L to R:

•Nefertiti Santiago: Distraction (FC: Amara La Negra)

Winston Duke x OC (on hold)

•Roxanne Alexander: So Into You (FC: by Ashley Blaine Featherson)

Chris Evans x OC

•Genevieve Shaw: Work Out (FC: by Sevyn Streeter)

Florian Munteanu x OC

•Nubia Calhoun (of Amazonia) & Amiyah Leon: Metropolis & Dog Days (FC: Megan Tandy)

Clark Kent x Canon (slight OOC)

Henry Cavill x OC

•Normani Kordei: Back and Forth

Michale B. Jordan x Normani Kordei (coming soon)

•Ebony Xavier: Sharpshooter (FC: Lesley Ann Brandt)

John Wick x OC

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Leading Ladies so Far

Imma break it down for y’all on the girls so far. This is fiction and based off of my writings. All of the women, know each other through Geneva.

Ready?

Genevieve (Work Out, currently working): She’s currently the girlfriend of Florian Munteanu. Badass business boss with a bitchass ex husband. She’s the ‘advice sister’ of the group.

Roxanne (So Into You, in progress): She’s Chris Evans’ childhood best friend, who secretly wants to be more, but won’t go for it because she doesn’t want the friendship messed up. She’s also the ‘big sister’ of the group.

Amiyah (Dog Days, future project): She’s the ex girlfriend of Henry Cavill. How it needed hurt them both, but there’s always room for improvement and a possible rekindling. She too is a business babe, but she’s the ‘easily annoyed’ sister of the group.

[lady-olive-oil]

For us it wasn’t love at first sight...

...it was love at first kiss.

Work Out: Florian Munteanu x Genevieve Shaw

@crushed-pink-petals @dc41896 @themyscxiras @honeychicana @maddiestundentwritergaines

[lady-olive-oil]

No such thing as a day off in my world👏🏾🤓📚🖋

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AYYYYYYYEEEE THEY DID IT!!!!👏🏾 Their village is backing them up too on insta. Don’t come for Mike, Ryan and John’s boy.

[lady-olive-oil]

I’m fed up

For some odd reason, tumblr decided to not show my chapter update on mobile for Work Out. Like it was an empty thing all together. So I took it down and I’m gonna post it through safari

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MASTERLIST...

My ASK - Feel free to send anything :) FLORIAN MUNTEANU (x Reader)

- Flo being gentle with Virgin s/o - Toothbrush

- Silk Pillowcase - Part 1/1

- Red Dress - Part 1/2

- Red Dress - Part 2/2 - tbc

- Wait for it - Part 1/? - Deja Vu - Part 1/? - Calling Florian Daddy and he likes it - Mini - MBJ is your brother and Florian takes you on a date - Keep warm with Viktor Drago and Florian Munteanu - Mini - Florian and Virgin Reader Mini Fic’s/Pic Fic’s - Bump into Florian at an Event - Photo Fic - Wedding - Banter - Thundering Dad Voice - Red Shorts - Part 1 - Red Shorts - Update - Red Shorts - Small Edit Imagines - Disneyland with Florian (please check notes for additions from other people) - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - Sleepy Drunk Florain - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - tbc Picture Asks - Date with Florian - Valentines Day Date - What Savage Fenty Set Would You Wear For Florian - What Pictures Would You Send To Florian - Going on holiday with Florian and your daughter - Cuddly drunk Florian

10 facts about Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu, the Romanian star of “Creed II”

VIKTOR DRAGO (x Reader)

Home - Part 1/3 Home - Part 2/3 (Smut) Home - Part 3/3 (Smut)

Gravity - AUViktor Drago NSFW Alphabet - Part 1 NSFW Alphabet - Part 2 SFW Alphabet - Part 1 SFW Alphabet - Part 2 - tbc SFW Alphabet - Letter L

Burnt Offerings - Part 1/1 (Smut) Untitled Piece (Smut)

Balanced Breakfast - Part 1/1 Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago X PregnantReader Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago x PregnantReader - Part 2 Viktor with his child - Headcanon

Asks

- Viktor teaching you to box and things get heated

- What would Viktor be like with his child - Headcannon

-  Bathtub Sex w/ Viktor

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 1

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 2

- Viktor & Unprotected Sex - Viktor Proposing to Girlfriend - Viktor’s Girlfriend Meeting Ivan - Is Viktor a Virgin? - Viktor is Frustrated/Angry & Reader Gives Him a Blowjob To Relax (SMUT) - Reader (poc) is Pregnant with Viktor's Baby - Part 1 - Viktor Meets Reader’s Parents - Viktor Staying with Reader - Rough Sex with Viktor (SMUT) - Cuddling with Viktor - Waking Up Viktor - Helping Viktor Look After Sick Ivan (SMUT included) - Viktor Introducing His Girlfriend to Ivan - short - Viktor finds out the reader is pregnant  - Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago

FLORIAN CALENDER

- First edition

- Second Edition - Topless

- Third Edition - Holiday

- Fourth Edition - Viktor Drago

LEWIS TAN - Bobby the Security Guard - Den of Thieves Security Guard x Reader - Part 1 - Bobby the Security Guard - Part 2 - Lewis Tan getting his love bites from the reader covered up while on set

PABLO SCHREIBER

- Sleep first - fluff/flirting - Pablo’s insta story - mini - Daddy’s girl - Attagirl - Imagine Pablo Schreiber spotting you at Comic-Con while you're doing a press conference for your hit series - Pablo remembering names of trees because you often have sex outside on hikes - Pablo being charming on FaceTime - short - Pablo fucks you in a museum - Pablo wearing you down by just looking at you - Calling Pablo Daddy - Pablo doing squats with his kids - mini - Sucking s’more off of Pablo’s fingers - addition to what @crushed-pink-petals wrote - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

RAY MERRIMAN - Ray fresh out of prison and goes to his old girlfriend to make up for lost time - Ray cuts his hair short and the reader really likes it - Ray helps the reader who is in an abusive relationship - Part 1 - Reader works on a job with Ray Merrimen and sleeps with him after - Implied blow job - Jealous Ray - Mini - Soft Ray - implied domestic violence situation

- Helping Ray out of his tac gear - gif fic - Finally saying yes to Ray asking you out - gif fic - Part 1 - Going on a date with Ray - gif fic - Part 2 - Gif prompts

WYATT RIVERS - You demand Wyatt Rivers (Pablo’s character in Thumper) stops selling your brother weed

ZEEKO ZAKI & PABLO SCHREIBER CHRONICLES - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

ZEEKO ZAKI - Zeeko showing off his hoodie - ‘Accidentally’ teasing Zeeko after you got your nails done - Being bratty with Zeeko - Mini - Calling Zeeko Daddy and he likes it - Zeeko Zaki hand kink - Zeeko hittin’ it real slow - mini fic - Throwback Thursday with Zeeko Zaki - implied smut - Zeeko in an FBI vest - mini - Cum undone - Being pregnant with OA Zidan’s first chid

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OA ZIDAN - Sex with OA after he’s had a long hard case - Finding OA Zidan asleep in the living and making him come to bed - OA Zidan keeping you warm - mini - Being pregnant with Oa’s first child -

- Threesome with Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan and Pablo Schreiber

MICHAEL KELLY/DOUG STAMPER - Jealous Doug - Doug Stamper HC VIKING BJORN - Reader stumbles upon Bjorn and Ubbe - gif fic - Part 1/? MODERN BJORN - Bjorn Gif fic - Dating Bjorn

BENNY MILLER - Sunday Dinner - Benny Miller - Part 1 - Benny Miller - Preview of Part 2

Keanu Reeves - Implied Smut - Morning sex - mini

BUCKY BARNES - The New Black Widow 

OTHER WRITERS ETC

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Melainmarvel Celebrity Fic Recs - Michael B. Jordan, Henry Cavill, Trevante Rodes, Winston Duke, Additional Florian Munteanu, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Keanu Reeves, Chadwick Boseman, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, Jake Gyllenhaall, Harry Styles.