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eternallyfatedjadedspaded · 2 years ago
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This one goes out to Ollie. Babygirl was not crazy imho Felix was totally fucking playing with him. UwU poor boi.
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hoi-imma-mary · 1 year ago
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People when the sparkle theater is destroyed:
NOOOOOOOO DISH IS HORRTIBLE!!!!! THIS IS THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN!!!!! WHYYYY?!?!
People when The Last Resort is destroyed:
Awwww…we’ll I guess day kinda sorta sucks. Let’s build a ghost hunter’s lab over it!!!!
Ó^Ò
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kingknown · 1 month ago
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keyboardcatramel · 20 days ago
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War [Mammon/Reader]
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Notes: Cute jealous mammon dats it, originally written as a gift for @mammonslittletreasure And posted at their urging 😌
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Pronouns: You
・❥・ MASTERLIST ○ REQUEST
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This is war.
Mammon has spent all morning at this point thinking of ways to destroy his latest enemy. They’ve taken the thing most precious to him. Not Goldie, not any of his other credit cards; but you. They’ve taken you.
Or, more precisely, they’ve taken his spot in your arms while you’re fast asleep, murmuring his name with that dopey smile on your face he will never admit he loves more than anything.
It’s Lucifer’s fault in some way, he grumbles to himself, staring at his enemy sat atop your bed opposite him. Mammon’s arms are folded, his face set into a firm frown, his cheeks lightly puffed out making it look like something more akin to a pout. If Lucifer hadn’t forbidden him from going to the funfair with Beel and Asmo this wouldn’t be happening.
“Shoulda snuck out,” he grumbles, pushing himself to his feet and stalking towards your bed.
You’re out, briefly, gone to get snacks.
If he’s to act it has to be now.
Quickly, Mammon swipes up the plushie sat on your bed that you’d brought home yesterday. Beel had won it for you, which was insult enough that it hadn’t been him, and now it had spent all day crushed against your chest, wrapped in your arms, snug and warm while he—
Mammon squeezes, wondering if he could rip the arms off and pull the stuffing out and— or… or better yet —
“I’ll feed ya to Cerberus, ya dumb….” he grumbles, numerous insults trailing off his lips as he holds the plushie animal into the air. “Takin’ my spot! Who do yer think ya are?”
Of course, Mammon receives no reply and he huffs in response again.
“That’s my human! I was ‘ere first, gettit?”
It’s the sound of a giggle that freezes Mammon and he quickly turns his head to face the door where you stand, tray in hand with — well, Mammon is too flustered to pay much attention. The plushie falls to the floor as his grip fails, and your name leaves his lips as he stutters over and over. The moment his cheeks burn a deep red, you laugh again.
“Are you jealous of a toy, Mammon?” You ask, putting the tray of drinks and snacks down before you walk past him, bending down to grab the stuffed toy only for him to kick it backwards towards your bed. “Hey!”
“You don’t need it!” He grumbles. “What’s the big idea, lettin’ another man into your bed… into your arms?”
“A man?” You bite your lip, trying hard not to laugh more. He looks so beautifully and perfectly flustered, all possessive jealousy that you can’t help but find yourself torn between wanting to tease him more and kissing him so deeply he forgets all about the jealousy. “Mammon… it’s a stuffed toy.”
“It’s a man, I can see it in it’s smug face as it looks at me.”
This time you’re unable to suppress the giggle. Your hand, which had been reaching down to grab the stuffed animal, instead grabs onto his hand. His palms are sweaty and warm but it doesn’t stop you from lacing your fingers through his and tugging him gently so he’s bent down.
“Wha-”
“Tell me you’re jealous of it.”
“I ain’t jealous! It’s just tryna’ take advantage of ya. That’s it. Just tryna’ save ya….”
“Mammon.”
“I ain’t jealous! Why would I be? I’m the great Mammon, that thing is just… just… in the way!”
“Sounds like jealousy,” you say quietly. “I’m sure your brothers would agree.”
Not that you’d actually tell them; you like to tease Mammon, but you find yourself protective when the others tease him or pick on him. That’s your job now, not theirs—
Well, Mammon doesn’t need to know how you feel about that at least.
“My-” his face instantly goes red and screws up into a frown so firm that he almost looks in pain. “I ain’t jealous! I just… dun like it… being in your arms. That’s my spot!”
“That’s jealousy, Mammon.”
“Shuddup!” he grumbles loudly, using your grip on his hand to tug you towards him. He doesn’t stop, though, instead his lips press against yours, firm and rough as he kisses you hard enough for you to forget how to breathe, how to think—
Mammon’s free hand moves up to the back of your neck, it pauses there for a few moments, before tangling into the bottom of your hair and tugging firmly. You gasp at the sudden pain but the sound is cut off as his tongue thrusts into your mouth. “Mine,” he hisses, his teeth nipping firmly at your bottom lip.
Your hand comes up to his chest to push him away but you can’t find it in yourself to. Instead you grab the front of his shirt to hold yourself up as Mammon presses his body against yours, trying to walk you backwards —
Then you find yourself falling.
At first you wonder if he’s pushed you down onto your bed or something, but after a few moments you realise the bed is beside you. The impact of the floor is softened by his body but you both let out sounds of surprise and pain as you hit the ground, and-
At his feet sits the plushie, its face a stitched smile staring up at him as if mocking him. He must have tripped, you realise, your lips swollen and sore from his rough kiss, parting as another laugh bursts from you.
“You’re right, it really is coming between us.”
“Shuddup,” he grumbles, snatching it up by its arms and pulling them far too firmly for him to be contemplating anything but ripping it apart. “Alright… I was jealous.”
“Was that so hard to admit?”
“I just… your arms are my spot!”
The urge to tease him bubbles up again, but the look on his face stops you. There’s a pout there, one almost pleading you to agree with him and you know this is when he needs anything but teasing, anything but rejection; he needs the love and acceptance he’s always trying so hard to claim he doesn’t want.
“You’re so silly,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him against you. “This is your spot, no one and nothing else fits here.”
“’Course,” he grumbles, nuzzling against you. His nose presses against your arm, and you gently stroke his hair as you feel the soft puffs of breath hit your skin. “I never doubted it for a second!”
“Of course you didn’t,” you chuckle, tightening your grip on him. “But it’s always going to be where you belong. I love you, no one else.”
“You think that makes me happy?”
Mammon protests, but his voice is gentle, and you can just about catch glimpse of his red-hued cheeks.
“Yeah, actually, I think it does.”
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dollwrites · 9 months ago
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Remy Lebeau with video 1 please 😫🙏🏽
ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ʀᴇᴍʏ ʟᴇʙᴇᴀᴜ
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, established relationship, sleepy sex, cock worship, ball sucking hehe, spit kink, facial. all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ video ref ( nsfw twt link ). please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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you hadn’t woken up to the sound of the door creaking open, and Remy’s bootsteps were virtually silent as he crossed the shared bedroom— old habits from his days in the Thieves Guild. now, of course, he could’ve stripped his gear and crawled into bed, pulled your sleeping form into a loving embrace and drifted off himself. however, the Cajun had much more than sleep on his mind.
his weight is what first stirred you; carefully sinking his knees into the mattress on either side of your head, caging your face between powerful, warm thighs. he knows how to pin you without crushing you, thankfully, so the position isn’t uncomfortable, even as you’re startled awake.
“Remy…?” your eyelids flutter, threatening to open, but your nostrils were already filling with the familiar scent of your lover as you inhale. you squirm underneath him, but not to wriggle free— simply to stretch, turning your face to nuzzle your face against his bare thigh. pressing a soft, drowsy kiss to it, you can feel the muscles tighten just beneath his skin as if they’re dancing for you.
“Sh, sh, sh,” Remy drawls in a husky rumble from somewhere deep within his chest. “I know you’re sleepy, chére, but Gambit needs to use dat pretty face a’yers real quick like. Gambit been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night.”
you start to speak, begin to offer to wake up fully. after all, the possibility of fucking Remy could pull you out of even the sweetest dreams. “Do you want me to—?”
“Gambit wants ‘cha ta just lay back, ain’t gotta do nothin’,” he assures with a low sigh. “Let me just play with my petit, d’accord?”
that was when Remy laid the weight of his cock across your face. he was already rock hard, you noticed. he must’ve been playing with himself prior, and the visage of him standing in the dark doorway, pumping his cock to the sight of you blissfully unaware and asleep fills your mind. almost as if instinct spurred you to do so, your mouth opens. barely awake, but you wanted to suck on him, you couldn’t help yourself. he didn’t guide the tip to your mouth; instead, his palm presses against the shaft, and his hips rock forward, rutting against your countenance. however, he doesn’t miss how you expect your mouth filled. “Feelin’ greedy, too, chére?” he teases with a chuckle, “Need somethin’ to keep that sweet mouth busy?”
your eyelids are heavy so they stay closed, drunk off Remy’s arousal and musk, overwhelmed and surrounded, but you nod, jaw hanging slack as you welcome the opportunity. “Uh huh…” your tongue breaches, smearing over the throbbing veins beneath his skin, lapping at the cock splayed across your face.
Remy shifts above you, inching up further as his free hand cradles his base and balls, guiding the latter to your waiting lips, that envelops the sensitive sac with no hesitation. he hisses through his teeth. “There ya go, chére,” it was almost a plea, and his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your features again. “Just like dat.” Remy’s balls are heavy and warm, decorated with sparse, dark hair that matches the bed in his groin that the base of his cock springs from. your cheeks hollow as you suckle, mouth full, and you feel a slow drip trickling on to your cheek. at first, your brows twitch and furrow, before you realize that it’s Remy above you, drooling spit across your face and his cock, then smearing it in with his hand, taking a moment to pump the organ one more time before bracing it again. with his hips undulating at a leisurely, savoring pace, he uses your face to get off, creating a U with his hand to craft a makeshift tunnel against your features to slide through. “Keep on suckin, petit. Dat mouth is pure heaven.”
you’re grateful for his lazy rhythm much unlike when he’s in a frenzy because of how drowsy you still are, but your core soaks to the symphony of his pants and grunts, the way his purrs when you suck hard and attempt to swirl your tongue around the nut in your mouth, and his heavy and euphoric sighing. forcing one eye open, your blink to clear your blurred vision, just to catch a glimpse of your lover. Remy was a looming figure above you, shoulders hunched as he forced himself to take his time, thick dark brows furrowed and his handsome features twisted in pleasure. the nonessential hand had since found purchase against the headboard to support himself, his muscles taught and bulging. though the room was too dark to tell for sure, you were almost certain his cheeks were sporting the familiar rosy tint they typically held when he was reaching the peak of pleasure. his head drops forward, his crimson gaze catches you admiring him, and his parted lips etch up into a pleased grin.
“Might wanna keep them pretty eyes shut, chére,” he warns, only half playfully, grinding his teeth in preparation of the impending orgasm, “Gambit gonna make a mess a’ya real soon...”
and make a mess of you is exactly what he did. though you were disappointed that you would miss out on the visual feast that was Remy cumming, you obediently allowed your eye to fully close again, and just in time for Gambit to let out a shuddering groan. his abdomen muscles contracted, balls tightening against your tongue, as he thrusts against your face more erratically, unable to keep himself completely in check. you let out a happy, albeit muffled, mewl when streamers of Remy’s spunk paints your features. the release isn’t explosive; he doesn’t shoot a hefty load like usual. instead, the extract oozes from his throbbing cock head and dribbles over your cheek, globs rolling down over your lips. releasing his sufficiently sticky, worshiped balls, you tilt your head back against the pillow and open your mouth even wider to allow the escaping beads to drip on your tongue, an intoxicating saliva and cum cocktail that you eagerly sip from. your thighs clench together upon feeling yourself getting wetter as you take your man’s orgasm, your core’s aching becoming more and more glaringly apparent. you wanted— no, you needed Remy to give your pussy some attention.
Remy exhales a breath he’d been holding in, ragged and a half moan, and takes hold of his strong base again, smearing his satisfied cock across your face, rubbing the warm, stickiness of his essence over every inch of your face, before taking a moment to give your plushy cheek a couple of gentle, playful spanks with his spongy, bulbous tip. a mischievous sparkle glints against abysmal scleras as he hears the wet smack, and marvels in the way you turn your open mouth, hoping to take his dick into your mouth. “You sure are a needy lil thing, ain’tcha, petit?” he teases, tracing the shape of your open mouth with his tip. the tender slit beads with the last of his deposit, leaving a deliciously salty taste on your tiers. “Can’t even wake up all the way, but still tryin’ to take more?” Remy snorts a heavy breath in amusement through his nose as he caresses your messy cheek, mumbling in a fond drawl, “Well, how could Gambit say no to such a pretty, pliant display?”
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smallestapplin · 3 months ago
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I love you so much, can I request hc’s of g1 Rumble and Frenzy being smitten for the same minibot, maybe have reader be one of Blaster’s cassettes too (like the protective dad he is even tho all his ‘kids’ are grown) thank you
:0!! My first Rumble and Frenzy request! Ohh I hope this is good! (Totally didn’t make myself simp.)
Nearly 2,000 words, I may have gotten lost in the sauce
Reader is gn!
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* Truthfully they are easy and they refuse to admit that to anyone! You were just another one of Blaster’s annoyances, and they were ready to wipe the floor with you until they…didn’t, they failed miserably despite out numbering you, and you clapped back at them, mocking and taunting them into attacking so easily. They hated it, hated it so much as they ended up in a pile, Rumble tossed upon Frenzy and the two laying there groaning.
“You know, you two are cute when you’re not running your intakes.” It was nothing more than a backhanded compliment, so why did your annoying chuckle make their sparks thrum?
* and you do it every time too, a sweet chuckle here, maybe a condescending coo at them there, you even kissed their cheeks after throwing them through trees! They are moving up in the world.
* Rumble is the first to even admit it, he likes you he likes you a lot. You’re calm when fighting but your sass makes him swoon. Even he will admit when you throw insults at Skywarp he’s laughing the loudest and piling on them, which usually gives you a chance to escape the situation. Also the first to (accidentally) defend you when any other con insults you.
 
    “Ay’ you watch yer intake, dweeb! Just cause ya got yer aft beat by a bot less than your size is a skill issue on your part!”
* somehow it completely goes over majority of the cons helms what he really meant by that, thinking it was more out of minimech solidarity. But no, Rumble is smitten, so much so he can barely even fight with you, he throws ever match he has with you because the second your servos are on him he’s blushing and melting, even when you throw him into a cliff side he’s still love struck.
* He tries though! He wants to make it look believable, he wants to look cool for you and strong that he can’t be pushed around, and oh wow you’re glaring at him fiercely wow you’re really handsome and pretty-oh and there he goes, right into the ground.
* Rumble is a mess, he thinks he looks so cool when he yells out “Looking for trouble? Well look no further, cause here comes Rumble!” And is decked in an instant.
* He tries a few pick up lines when your fists cross paths, but he stumbles over his words and mixes up the order of them, but at least it gets a laugh out of you, so that’s a win for him!
* Frenzy is the exact opposite, when your fist collides with his face busting his dermas and his nose, he’s looking back at you with a wild gleam from his visor, and a dangerous sounding scratch from rewinding his tape, and in a flash he’s on you. He wants you to beat him, he wants you to fight him, he wants both of you to prove yourselves here and now! It’s only once you finally pin him, straddled on top of him, both of you ex-venting harshly and covered in spilt energon, does he pause for a moment, wondering if this is what those humans meant by angels as you look divine above him.
* “C’mon, you can hit harder than ‘dat! Yeah, yeah that’s it, give me all you got, doll!”
* Once he realizes his spark is thrumming loudly, he will ruin it by wriggling his servos free just to grab your hips with a smug smirk.
    
  “Lookin’ good like this, you ain’t too bad for an autonoob.”
You swear he is drooling, but you weren’t sticking around to find out.
* The two minicons make it their mission to find you in every battle, both just needing to see you! But it makes it easier to clock their little crush on you, the first to notice is Eject, he saw you off in the distance across the battlefield with Frenzy on your tail and Rumble ready to jump you from your blind spot, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. Once close enough he could hear them.
“What happened to all ‘dat fire you had? Ya know, yer’ kinda cute like ‘dis.”
“Frag off, let me go!”
“Easy, we ain’t gonna hurt ya’.”
Their tones were soft, bordering gentle for them, playful, as if talking to someone close and not the enemy, and oh Eject was NOT going to let that fly!
* Once you were freed from being pinned, Eject did not hesitate reporting back to Blaster, the larger mech already treating his cassettes as if his own sparklings despite working under him, the moment he heard of Eject’s findings he was already picking you up and making sure you were safe, even going as far as to take you to the medbay to ensure no trackers or anything was planted on you.
* When you got the clear, Blaster informed your brothers you were to never be alone with those menaces, they clearly took fighting a different way than intended and he was not risking anyone’s spark and safety because of them.
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Frenzy and Rumble rant to each other about it too, “it’s always some loser comin’ in and keepin’ ‘em from us!” 
“Ta the scrap yard with ‘em! Those bozos keepin’ our sweetspark on a tighter leash just aint fair.”
* everytime they get close to you, Ramhorn plows right into them, or Steeljaw jumps in front of you, hissing wildly and taking bites out of them. But Rumble and Frenzy would much rather those two than Rewind and Eject, once those two get in the way it goes from a basic fight to an all out brawl as your fellow minibots are just as protective over you as Blaster is, and they make it known quickly the two minicons aren’t welcomed near you. It's the worst the two cons have ever ended up injured, but even as Soundwave frets over them, they look more determined than ever to win your spark.
* Even if you are on the enemy side, there is just a pull they feel for you, something about you just keeps dragging them to you, they can’t seem to let go of these festering feelings for you. It becomes clear something is up with them with how bad they are at hiding stuff, but Soundwave doesn’t have time to question them yet.
* It’s the same song and dance, until after one battle a prisoner is brought back to the Decepticon base, you. Seeing you being dangled by your pede, held up but a laughing Starscream nearly makes them rage, but they can’t, for once they feel stuck as they watch you thrash and spew curses at the laughing seeker.
* In that moment you were a prisoner, a bargaining chip to be used against the autobots. Tossed into a holding cell until Megatron was finished with his debriefing with Soundwave and Shockwave. With one look to each other, they knew what they needed to do.
“Great, it’s you two. Visiting hours are over.” You groan out, trying to remain strong as you narrowed your optics at them.
Rumble stands by the door frame leading outside, peering around the corner to make sure the coast was clear just before closing the door. You watch, expression slowly growing more confused as Frenzy opens your cell door and the two minicons rush to your side. You squeak as Frenzy manhandles you forward, showing more of your back and exposing your cuffed servos to Rumble.
“H-hey, what are you doing?”
“Hush,” Frenzy starts, “we’re gettin’ you outta here.”
You blink behind your visor, staring dumbly at the red and black minicon.
“You’re…helping me?”
“Well, tryin’, stupid slaggin’ stasis cuffs always a pain and for what?” Rumble grumbles under his breath.
You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves you, enjoying his suffering just a little, until all three of you perked up at the sound of the cuffs unlocking and dropping to the floor below. Frenzy lets go of you, no longer needing to balance you, but offers a servo to help you up, which you hesitate in taking, but do so anywhere.
“Why are you two helping me?”
Rumble chokes on nothing, swifty looking away from you even if his cheeks flush a dark blue.
“A-ain’t fer nothin’! Don’t even worry about it, yer thinkin’ too hard about it.”
“Yeah, what this dork said. But stop talkin’ and start movin’ sweetspark!” Frenzy grabs your arm and yanks you along, making you stumble behind him with Rumble trailing right after you.
“Hey, hey! Easy with ‘em.”
“Either ‘dat or we stick around and get caught.”
You can’t fathom why they are helping you escape, you don’t understand what benefit this would give them when one slip up could lead to them getting in trouble, but you are grateful even if you are a little suspicious of them.
You reach blindly behind you, grabbing Rumble’s servo, and pull your arm back to hold Frenzy’s sero, giving both of them a gentle squeeze in a silent ‘thank you.’
Not even seeing the deep blush on Frenzy’s face plate as he scowls, or the fanning motion Rumble gives himself as his internal fans kick on and his frame slowly becomes covered in coolant out of nerves.
You feel bad for leaving when you three finally make it to the edge of the con base, where you can see Autobots slowly coming closer. Your commlink ringing to life as Blaster has been trying to comm you for ages now, but thanks to the cons base you never got them.
Looking back at the two minicons who are ushering you to go before it’s too late, you offer them a soft smile.
“Thank you both, I really owe you one after this.”
“Howzabout a date then?” Frenzy purrs, laughs at the shocked look on your (and Rumbles) face plate.
“A-a date?”
“Don’t listen to him! You ain’t gotta, Frenz here is just a-“
“What am I, huh? Go on, spit it out, you coward!”
The two begin to argue, getting in each other’s faces with so many swears you didn’t think half of them existed until then, but you can’t help but laugh, they are so oddly cute? So pathetic but it’s endearing? Your laugh catches them off guard, making them stop in their fighting.
“Ya know, maybe I will accept that date, if you can beat me next time we fight, that is.”
You’re rushing off and answering your comm before they can answer, leaving them dumbstruck and intakes agap. Slowly they look at each other before holding servos and shierking that it actually worked???? Hello???? Oh my primus they have made it in life????
* Blaster sobs that you’re alive and okay the second you answer your commlink, and the moment you are in his sights the larger bot is over you, picking you up with great care while your brothers pop up from his chassis and each of them checking on you.
* You’re fine, more than fine! But maybe you shouldn’t tell them that, you don’t think they’d be very pleased to hear you’ve fallen in love with the enemy, two of them in fact, and both the minicons to your boss’s rival.
*  But you can dream, can’t you? Your spark thrums when you see the two next, it’s hard not to when they look so excited at the sight of you. You have to bite back a chuckle watching them fight each other or trip over themselves to get to you first.
* These simps will do anything and everything for your attention, dont test that.
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camdunez · 1 month ago
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Will You Let Me In? | s. leforteza
song playing: ego — josh levi | touch me — victoria monet (feat. kehlani)
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paring: sophia leforteza x gn!reader summary: you grew up in the church under a father who feared the devil in your hands. now you play the blues in secret, letting the sound free when no one watches. that changes when your war-worn cousins smoke and stack drag you into their plan to build a juke joint on haunted ground. the music you make inside those walls begins waking things up. including her.
sophia watches from the trees at first. then the crowd. then closer — until you see her one night, standing too still, eyes locked on your fingers. her beauty is disarming. Her presence is wrong.
but the way she looks at you — like you’re holy and hers — is worse. genre: mild angst, supernatural, word count: 3.9k warnings/tags: mild language, real suggestive, time period piece, vampire!sophia, sammie!y/n, a little bit of manon x y/n (pearline!manon), blood, colonial trauma and ancestral longing, slow-burn obsession with gothic erotic undertones, sophia believes she loves you — in a way only something ancient and starving can. a/n: adding onto the vamp!sophia agenda. this is for @jaelvrphnz ;) hope i gave you what you wanted!
the juke joint was breathin’.
sticky air hung thick like molasses, and every corner of the room pulsed with heat and hush. folks sweating, laughing, swaying in that lazy way folks do when they been drinking all night and crying with their bodies instead o’ their eyes. overhead, a pair of bare bulbs swung like ghosts on a noose, humming over the sound of you.
sitting on that crooked stool with your guitar in your lap, chin tucked low, fingers talking to the strings like they was something holy.
you didn’t play for applause.
didn’t play for no woman.
you played ‘cause something in your blood wouldn’t let you do nothing else.
and the whole damn room felt it.
even the walls leaned in.
and she was standing out on the porch. talking to cornbread— well.. cornbread was talking to her while she stood in silence.
didn’t move none. didn’t light no cigarette. just stood there, watching, like she’d been carved outta moonlight and left there to haunt. skin smooth, hair dark and wound up neat, coat dragging the floor like she ain’t felt heat since moses walked the earth.
didn’t look like no woman from ‘round here.
didn’t act like one neither.
just stared at you like you was the one thing she’d been waiting on for a thousand years.
your fingers hit a sour note. you covered it fast.
but she saw.
she smiled.
when the set ended, manon leaned in behind you, voice low and sugar-slick.
“who dat out yonder?” she asked, passing you a glass. “she been starin’ holes through you since the first strum.”
you looked.
she was still there. and cornbread was long gone.
like the night was her home and she didn’t mind no waiting.
“don’t rightly know,” you muttered. “ain’t never seen her before.”
“she give me chills,” manon said, rubbing on her arm. “like them stories mama used to tell ‘bout folks that don’t belong nowhere.”
you didn’t answer.
didn’t need to.
because that woman — no, that thing — stepped forward.
just a little. just enough to stir the remainder of the inhabitants inside the juke joint.
and she said it.
“your blood hums when you play,” she said, clear as a bell.
and then, everything stopped.
smoke lifted his head from the bar, eyes narrow.
stack sat up slow, like a man hearing something dangerous in the wind.
the whole room seemed to lean just a hair, breath catching.
you rose, slow-like. manon followed, her fingers brushing your sleeve.
behind you, smoke and stack moved too, silent and close.
you stepped to the doorway. just shy of crossing that line.
sophia stood there, not a hair outta place.
“you ain’t invited,” you said, firm.
“not yet,” she replied, lips barely parting. “but I imagine that’ll change.”
stack’s boots creaked behind you.
“ain’t nobody invitin’ you in here,” he said, voice hard as gravel. “so turn ‘round, keep walkin’.”
she didn’t even blink.
didn’t see him.
her eyes were pinned to you.
“I wasn’t speakin’ to you,” she said smooth. “nor to your brother.”
her gaze softened as she looked back at you.
“I was speakin’ to them. the one who called me.”
“ain’t called nobody,” you said, but your throat was tight.
“oh, but you did,” she said, her voice like silk sliding through shadow. “when you played that first song... when you opened your heart and let it cry for the dead. you cracked the veil, just a little. I heard it singin' across the trees.”
she stepped closer.
then froze.
a flicker — like she hit an invisible wall.
you saw her jaw clench just a hair.
“still holdin’,” she said, mostly to herself. she chuckles. “old magic. you folk sure do keep your doors shut tight.”
smoke leaned forward.
“don’t reckon you belong here, miss,” he said, hand hovering near his belt.
“I’m not here for y’all,” she said, tone unchanged. “I’m here for the one whose blood remembers things even they don’t.”
she looked at you again.
“do you know what you are, Sammie?”
“I know you standin’ on my kin’s porch askin’ questions ain’t none of your business,” you said.
“oh, but it is my business,” she said, eyes bright now. “because when you play — when you really play — I feel my ancestors stir in the soil. And yours? Yours come walkin’. that gift in your hands ain’t just sound. it’s a summons.”
manon’s hand curled around your wrist.
“don’t listen,” she whispered. “please. you know better.”
“they know the truth,” sophia murmured. “even if it frightens them.”
she tilted her head.
“let me in, sammie. let me come in and show you what your music can truly do.”
stack stepped forward.
“I swear to God, you take one more step—”
“God’s not here tonight,” she said, sharp now. “only blood. only memory... and only them.”
she extended a hand.
“say the word. just once.. and I’ll kneel at your feet and sing your name in every tongue you forgot.”
the room was dead quiet.
sweat rolled down your spine. Your guitar felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
you looked at her.
and for a second — a second — you saw what she saw.
the fire.
the power.
the hunger.
and then Manon squeezed your hand. Stack shifted closer. Smoke’s shadow crossed yours.
you blinked. Took a breath.
and you shook your head.
“come back when the music wants you,” you said, and turned your back.
the crowd never quite came back after she left.
even with the music on and the glasses clinking again, a chill hung in the corners. folks laughed a little louder than they meant to, as if trying to drown out what they’d seen — or hadn’t seen. smoke muttered something to stack before heading back behind the bar, where his hands moved twice as fast as usual. the band played easy, trying to keep the current soft and forgetful.
but you couldn’t settle.
neither could manon.
she sat beside you on the backstage step, legs crossed at the ankle, eyes on the sawdust swirling in the air. she’d changed out of her stage heels, bare toes brushing the floor like she needed to feel it to stay grounded. her voice came slow, quiet.
“ain’t never seen somethin’ like that. ain’t felt somethin’ like that neither.”
you nodded, elbows on your knees, still holdin’ the guitar you hadn’t played since she spoke through that doorway.
“I heard her. felt her in my teeth.”
“what was that?” she asked. “what is she?”
you didn’t answer right away. the question sat between you like a third person.
you plucked a string just to hear the sound — but it didn’t feel like yours anymore.
“she called me somethin’. said my hands remember the dead.”
“your hands do more’n remember, baby,” Manon murmured, glancin’ sideways. “they wake ‘em.”
her words made you shiver.
she reached over and rested her hand on yours — warm, steady.
“you okay?” she asked.
you didn’t lie. just gave her a tired kind of smile.
“nah. but I will be.”
you leaned your head back against the wall, eyes shut for a moment.
“need a smoke,” you said. “Head’s ringin’. I’ll be back for the next set.”
manon looked at you hard.
“don’t let her catch you alone.”
“ain’t gon’ be gone long,” you said, forcing another smile. “you keep my seat warm.”
she didn’t smile back.
“you better come back with your soul, hear?”
“ain’t leavin’ without it.”
the night air hit your skin like a slap.
it was humid, thick with pine and ash, but still better than the heat inside. you leaned against the side wall of the joint, just outta sight, striking a match against the bricks. the flame flickered, caught the end of the cigarette, and you inhaled deep, letting the tension crawl out of your shoulders with the exhale.
you told yourself you weren’t lookin’ for her.
told yourself she was long gone.
but you were still turned toward the trees.
still waiting.
so when you heard footsteps — slow, barefoot, soft — you didn’t flinch.
didn’t even turn your head.
you knew.
“thought you weren’t comin' in,” you said, calm.
“I wasn’t invited,” came her voice — low, smooth, so close now it brushed the hairs on your neck. “but I never said I wouldn’t wait.”
you turned then.
and there she was.
sophia stood not five feet from you, framed by shadow, her coat open just enough to show a white blouse now streaked red across the collar. her lips gleamed — too red, too full — and a smear of blood shone at the corner of her mouth.
you stared at it.
she didn’t wipe it away.
“cornbread?” you asked hoarsely.
“he didn’t run,” she said simply. “hot fast enough.”
her fangs were out now.
not bared in threat.
just present.
like she didn’t need to hide anymore.
you held your cigarette steady.
“you always eat like that before midnight?”
she laughed — a sharp, beautiful sound that didn’t belong to a thing with blood on its mouth.
“oh you’re brave,” she said. “or just stupid.”
“you the one stalkin’ a man outside their own home.”
“your home doesn’t belong to you,” she murmured. “not yet. you still think it can keep me out.”
you stepped back half a pace. not fear. just... space.
“What you want?”
she tilted her head, stepping forward once more, into the soft light spilling from the open window.
“I watched you with her. that singer.”
“manon,” you said.
“she touches you like she thinks you belong to her.”
you didn’t answer.
her eyes gleamed.
“she doesn’t know what’s inside you,” sophia whispered. “she sings like she believes. you play like you remember. there’s a difference.”
she was beside you now.
close enough to touch.
close enough that your cigarette hand dropped just slightly, your other hand flexing like it wanted to move — toward her, away from her, you couldn’t tell.
then she did it.
she reached up.
one cold hand, porcelain-smooth, curled lightly around your jaw.
and she leaned in.
slow.
her lips ghosted past your ear.
her fangs brushed your neck.
not biting.
just... tasting.
“God won’t save you from me,” she whispered.
you stopped breathing.
the smoke curled outta your mouth, forgotten.
she hovered there.
her mouth on your skin. her teeth teasing the edge of your pulse.
then she pulled back — just an inch, just enough to look at you.
“but you could invite me in,” she said. “and I could show you what it means to never be afraid again.”
you stared.
your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your tongue.
you wanted to step back. you wanted to lean forward.
instead, you dropped the cigarette.
crushed it under your boot.
“I said I’d be back for the next set,” you said, voice low. "manon n' the bands waitin' for me."
“so go,” she said. “I’ll be waiting.”
and when you turned to walk back inside —
she didn’t follow.
but her shadow stretched behind you.
long.
lingering.
hungry.
inside the joint, the light had shifted.
warmer now. softer, somehow. but it didn’t feel safe.
didn’t feel right.
manon stood at the center of the stage, one hand wrapped around the mic stand, the other resting flat over her heart like she was holdin’ in somethin’ that wanted out.
the room watched her.
men with hats in their hands. women with tears in their mouths. even the drinks had gone still.
and her voice?
it was a mourner’s hymn, stretched out in velvet and bruise.
“Mm-mm-mm... Lord don’t see me now... My hands too dirty for prayin’... But my soul still know how...”
the piano followed soft behind her, delta slim barely touching the keys. the whole place breathed with her. sank with her.
but her eyes?
they weren’t on the crowd.
they were on the open window.
the one with a shadow leanin’ just outside.
outside, on the far side of the juke joint, you stood half in moonlight, half in the dark, jaw tight, shoulders still buzzin’ from the feel of her — sophia — and her cold breath on your neck.
you hadn’t said a word since you stepped out.
didn’t need to.
smoke was already leanin’ against the wall beside you, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the woods like he saw ghosts in ‘em.
“she touch you?”
his voice wasn’t angry.
wasn’t calm either.
just direct.
you didn’t look at him. just answered.
“she ain’t bite me. If that’s what you mean.”
“that ain’t what I asked.”
you sighed, running a hand down your face.
“yeah. she touched me.”
smoke nodded once. Real slow.
“she cold?”
“like stone that remembers bein’ wet.”
“then it’s her,” he muttered. “same feelin’ I had over in reims. back when the bodies didn’t stay dead.”
you turned then.
“you talkin’ ‘bout the war again?”
he nodded.
“they came through the fog. pretty things. pale, pretty things. always after the quiet ones. ones who felt too much. they didn’t drink blood back then. they drank grief. drank it down like wine.”
you swallowed.
hard.
“she said my music calls to ‘em.”
“it do,” he said. “and it calls to others too. old ones. things that ain’t walked in sunlight since the first scream got trapped in a tree trunk.”
your fingers twitched, remembering the way sophia’s voice coiled around your name.
“she ain’t lookin’ for no meal.”
“no,” smoke said. “she lookin’ for belongin’. which make her worse.”
he looked at you now, square on.
“you let her in once — not just through a door, but through you — and you won’t be the same. you’ll still breathe. still play... but the strings won’t sing like they used to. that music won’t be yours no more.”
you flinched.
‘cause part of you knew he was right.
back inside, manon’s voice cracked just slightly, just enough.
“They say the devil knock sweet when he come... But he don’t knock twice... He wait for you to run...”
her hand clenched the mic tighter.
a couple in the back started crying.
delta slim looked up at her like he knew — like he felt the chill blowing in through that damn window too.
but still, she sang.
not to the crowd.
not even to you.
but to her.
to sophia.
to whatever part of her still stood just outside the reach of the floorboards, listenin’ like the whole joint was a confession.
outside, smoke lit a match with his thumb.
didn’t strike it against anything. Just held the flame between you.
“my advice?” he said. “don’t let that woman write her name in your blood.”
“ain’t plannin' to,” you muttered.
“you already playin’ like you miss her,” he replied, low.
you stared at the flame.
then at your own hands.
they didn’t tremble.
but they itched.
like the strings were callin’ again.
like she was.
and from the window?
you could still hear manon.
“mm-mm-mm... I can’t stop singin’ her name... can’t tell if it’s worship or shame...”
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blackpantherismyish · 2 months ago
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Smoke Signals Pt. 2 🍃
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Modern!Smoke x Annie
Word count: 2.4k
Authors Note: The one thing about writing is, at first you may say you’ll only do one. And your own cliffhanger makes you want more 😅 shoutout to yall for loving it and I want to give the people what they want. (It’s me, I’m also people). Today’s song has no direct connection.. it was just what I was listening to while writing. 🤭
The light comes in soft, blush pink and silver-gray, spilling across the rumpled sheets. The world outside is still. No cars. No voices. Just birdsong in the distance and the faint creak of the ceiling fan above.
Annie stirs first.
She’s curled under the blanket, one leg twisted out, the other tangled around Smoke’s. His arm is slung low across her waist, fingers resting just above her navel like they never stopped touching her all night.
She doesn’t move yet.
Just watches him.
He’s asleep partially on his side, chest rising slow, face completely calm. That same unreadable expression he wore when he first pulled up in the Cutlass, but now it feels different.
Now it feels like hers. It’s been a short while since she’s felt this way.
She lets her eyes trail across his bare shoulder, the curve of his throat, that little scar near his collarbone. She almost touches it.
Almost.
Smoke stirs.
Eyes barely open, just a sliver. A voice similar to the rumble of thunder rattles through her chest. “You watchin’ me?”
His voice is gravel-soft. Not startled. Just aware.
Annie smirks, shifting onto her side to face him fully.
“An’ what if I was?”
Smirking is his half-dozed state he mutters a bit louder. “Then I guess I should wake up and make it worth watchin’.”
She laughs under her breath. Shakes her head and tugs the blanket up a little, covering herself even though he’s already seen it all.
He turns toward her, finally really looking at her. His fingers move slow, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Not possessive. Not rushed. Just… gentle.
It disarms her more than last night did.
Annie looks at him as the sun peaks through the blinds and shimmers against his soft brown skin.
“You’re not gonna get weird, are you?”
Raising an eyebrow, Smoke rubs a hand down her shoulder. “What you mean?”
“Like… go quiet and vanish. Pretend it didn’t happen. Do the whole “my bad, I was high” act”
Smoke just watches her. Then reaches for her hand under the blanket and laces their fingers together.
“I was high.”
“Nigga..” Annie cuts her eyes at him, pulling away her hand from his. “See? There you go with dat shit”
Smoke shakes his head with soft smirk before speaking. “But I knew what I was doin’.”
“Still do.”
That sinks in slower than she wants to admit.
She lies there, looking at him. Trying not to let the fear crawl in, the one that always comes after soft things.
Smoke leans closer, mouth brushing the top of her shoulder this time, not her lips.
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
She closes her eyes at that. Not because she’s sleepy but because something in her chest just unclenched.
Biting her lip, Annie glides her hand down his arm, feeling the ripples of his muscles under her fingertips.
“Good.” She whispered. “I thinkin’ about makin’ breakfast. Maybe…”
Smoke stretches a little beside her, arm sliding behind his head. “I’d eat it.”
“Uh, I know dat. You can never stay away from my cookin’.. Even though ‘you ain’t been here in a while’.. Big ole broad ass nigga. ” She laughs as his face contorts.
“Well then go surprise me.. My palette may have changed”
“Don’t get smart” She side-eyes him.
“You always this sweet in the morning?” Smoke chuckles softly, watching her sit up.
“Only when I wake up next to you. Cause you have some sort of kink for this shit.”
She laughs again. This one fuller. Unafraid.
And as she rolls out of bed, shirt tugged back over her head, bare legs crossing the floor to the kitchen. Smoke watches her like he already knows she’s gonna come back.
Like he ain’t even gotta follow her immediately.
Because some things don’t need chasing.
Some things just stay where they are.
The sun slices in through the kitchen window, warm and gold. The air is filled with the sizzle of garlic, the pop of cherry tomatoes in olive oil, and the faint hum of music playing low from Annie’s Alexa. Something old and soulful.
Annie moves through the kitchen like she owns it. Barefoot, focused, confident. Her hair’s messy in a way that still looks deliberate, and she wears one of Smoke’s shirts like it was made for her.
On the stove, a cast iron skillet holds the makings of a perfect omelet, herbs, sautéed peppers, sharp cheese melting into the folds. Toast already golden, jam homemade, sitting beside a French press half-full with fresh coffee.
No half-effort here. She cooks like she loves herself.
From the hallway, the sound of soft footsteps. Then Smoke appears in the doorway, rubbing a hand down his face. Shirtless, dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist, and eyes still heavy from sleep. He looks at her like the sight alone is making it hard to breathe right.
Annie hasn't turned yet. She knows he’s watching.
Voice still about as low as his sweatpants on his waist, Smoke vocalizes. “Damn.”
Annie doesn’t look back. “Morning to you too.”
His voice becomes clearer as he continues to watch her.
“You cooked all this?”
“I don’t do that cereal in the morning shit. I like real food.”
Smoke steps in, slower than usual. Not because he’s tired but like he’s weighing something.
“You still cook like this?”
She flips the omelette over swiftly, shrugging. “Only when someone’s worth feeding.”
She finally turns to look at him. And he looks guilty.
Not the dramatic kind. The real kind. That slow, tight regret sitting behind his eyes.
“Annie…” He pauses. “About last time… Me goin’ ghost. I should’ve said somethin’. You didn’t deserve that.”
Her jaw tightens a little. Not from anger, just recognition. She plates the food with intention, no waste, no mess. Slides his dish across the table, sits across from him.
Scoffing softly, she glances at him. “You’re right. I didn’t.”
He nods, taking it. Doesn’t deflect.
“I had shit to handle. But I should’ve at least let you know I was alive.”
She watches him. Picks up her coffee. Drinks slow.
“I don’t need play-by-plays. I ain’t no football coach. But I’m not someone you just hit when the smoke clears.I’m not built for that kind of vanishing act foolishness”
“I know,” Smoke looks down for a second, then back at her. “That’s why I’m here. Why I came back.”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment. Just eats. Fork cutting through the omelet, revealing the melted cheese, still warm and soft.
He watches her chew. Watches the way she avoids looking at him when things get close to real.
“This is fire, by the way.” His lips smack slightly.
Smirking, she looks up. “Nigga you betta act like you know..”
He laughs. And for the first time that morning, something eases between them.
She finally looks at him straight.
“You still got some explaining to do… But I’m not gonna waste good eggs being mad.”
Quietly wiping his mouth, Smoke nods.
“I’m not goin’ ghost again. Not on you.”
She holds his eyes. And it’s like she’s measuring whether she believes him or maybe, whether she’s ready to believe anyone at all.
Then, slowly, she leans over the table. Reaches for his hand, thumb brushing across his knuckles.
“Next time, just say what’s real. I don’t need perfect. I just need present.”
Rubbing his thumb along her hand, he watches her gaze.
She lets his fingers stay tangled in hers a second longer than necessary, then pulls back and stands up, gathering dishes.
“Now if you really want to prove you’re not the vanishing type…” Annie smirks.
Eagerly, he leans forward. It’s not like her to give hints. “Yeah?”
“You’ll wash the damn dishes.”
Grinning as he rose, he strides over to her “You cook, I clean. I can do that.”
She smirks and leans in close as she passes behind him, hand dragging lightly across his bare chest, then his lap. Not an accident.
“Good…” She feels his breath hitch briefly. “‘Cause later… I’m gonna need dessert.”
She disappears into the hallway.
Smoke watches her go, eyes low, jaw tight with quiet hunger but also relief.
He’s not just back. He’s grounded now.
And Annie, she might just let him stay.
The dishes are done.
The kitchen smells faintly of lemon soap and roasted garlic. The window’s cracked open, letting in a warm breeze that flutters the curtain like breath. Alexa now playing soft R&B, the bass humming through the house.
Smoke stands at the sink, drying the last plate, shoulders relaxed now. Shirt still missing. But he had put some socks on, the tilt floor started to make his feet cold. He’s still here, that fact hanging in the room like a low hum Annie pretends not to hear too loud.
She’s across the room now, wiping down the counter, but really… watching him.
“You’re good at that.”
He smirks, tilting his head. “Doin’ dishes?”
Nodding softly, she hums. “Mmhm.”
“Might start inviting you over just for that.”
He finishes and leans back against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable gaze; the kind that feels like he’s cataloging every piece of her and still somehow not looking away.
“What else you need me to make up for?”
Her head tilts.
She lets the rag drop into the sink. Turns fully to him. Slow, deliberate.
“Oh, you wanna have that conversation?”
He shrugs, but his grin betrays the calm.
“You the one brought it up.”
She takes a few steps toward him—bare feet quiet on the tile, the frigidness being nothing new to her. When she gets close, she reaches out, fingers lightly grazing curve of his jaw, then sliding down to rest on his chest.
“It’s not just about disappearing.” She adjusts his chain. “It’s about what we lost… Time. Nights. Things you owe me now.”
Smoke’s hands come to rest on her hips, but he doesn’t pull her in yet. He just holds her there, like a decision he’s ready to keep making.
“What you think I owe you?”
She leans in, lips ghosting his ear in a way that makes his knees almost buckle.
“You ever been kissed like you were supposed to stay forever?”
Smoke doesn’t answer.
But his fingers flex against her waist.
Annie doesn’t pull back much. Just enough to meet his eyes.
“Because I was thinking maybe you make that up to me… One room at a time.”
A pause. The air thickens. Then he moves. Deliberate. Certain.
His hand slides up her back, the other under her thigh as he lifts her in one motion, no hesitation. She laughs, breath hitching, hands gripping his shoulders.
“Okay, damn.”
“You said one room at a time, right?”
Nodding, she slides a hand to rest at the base of his neck. “Might wanna start with the bedroom.”
“Might not leave it.”
Light filters through curtains. The sheets are already messy from the night before.
Now, they’re worse.
Annie’s tangled beneath Smoke, hair splayed across her pillow, lips parted, eyes fluttering between focus and something slower, softer. She’s not trying to hide anything anymore—not want, not trust, not how long she’s needed this.
Smoke’s moving like he’s catching up for all the hours he missed. Not rushed. Not apologetic. Just here.
Fully here.
He speaks quietly against her neck, nibbling on the spot he knows drives her mad. “Ain’t goin’ ghost again.”
Annie whispers, “You better not..”
Her hand’s on his jaw, keeping him close. His is on her lower back, anchoring her in place. His hips grinding against her in the hungriest manner.
“You going to keep teasin’ me or you going to do somethin’?” Annie moans softly, his shirt riding up on her hips.
Smoke doesn’t speak but moves his body off of hers. Before she could protest, he began placing soft kisses down her body. His hands lifting his shirt to reveal her soft, chocolate skin. His eyes wandered to her legs, her thighs swallow the material of her panties making them almost invisible.
“Oh I’m going to do something, aight..” dragging her to the edge of the bed as he drops to his knees, he kisses the top of her thighs.
She lets out a soft moan, propping herself up on her elbows. “An’ what’s that?”
Spreading her legs and sliding her panties off, he was greeted by her glistening pussy. His mouth watering while he palms her flesh.
“I’m gonna make you shake, baby…” His voice dripped with seduction as he gave her clit a soft peck.
Annie bit his lip, she wouldn’t admit it out loud but seeing Smoke… Her Elijah, on his knees speaking a language to her soul that only he could also drive her up the wall.
His tongue curled and wiggled in between her folds, spreading her wetness onto her thighs and his face. It almost sounded like a primal thirst.
“Fuuck ‘Lijah..” One of her arm slips from underneath her as he latches onto her clit, sucking on it so passionately it was audible. He lets out a purr, almost like a growl but in a melodic tone.
He catches her eyes as she starts to grind her hips against his tongue.
“Papa’s here..” Speaking against her clit, he palms himself through his sweatpants as her moans drip from her lips like a love song written just for him.
Feeling his tongue slip into her entrance she squirms to slide away from the edge of the bed. Sensing this, Smoke grips her thighs and anchors her legs around his head.
The man was feasting on her like he hadn’t just had a full breakfast.
“Why you always gotta do that?” She panted desperately, watching him become flush between her chocolate thighs. She whimpers as he chuckles against her button.
“Because I love hearing you moan like that..” His voice was now a purr, his strong hands holding her steady.
“Just fuck me… Please?”
“Oh you beggin’?” She could her the slight upward inflection of his voice, like he was genuinely surprised.
“Yes.. Because you like to play..” Her hips gyrating the air for some friction as Smoke wrapped her legs around his waist.
Smirking, he slaps his dick against her aching clit. Annie whines, biting down her lip. “It is called foreplay, sweet baby..”
Reaching up, Annie grips his beard. Pulling his face level with her own, she locks her legs around his waist causing him to sink inside of her warmth. Growling through a moan, she gazes up at him. “Elijah you betta quit playin’ and fuck me.”
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raya-hunter01 · 7 months ago
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The Christmas Present
One-shot
PAIRING:  Roman reigns x OC Starr
Word Count: 5,832
Warning: Smut
What do you do when your bestfriend you've known all of your life tells you he wants to unwrap you for christmas and you've always wanted him to be your first?
Sorry this one was late, it was requested months ago and i'm finally working through requests in my inbox. Happy New Year everyone
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As I made my way inside, I felt somewhat out of place as it seemed I had walked into a tense situation as Jey guided me further into the house. I already was two hours late because I had to help my mom wrap some gifts for my niece.
“Jey, who was that yelling before you opened the door?” I asked. “Just Sarah acting a damn fool,” he said continuing to guide me through the beautiful two-story home.
“Wait…Sarah, as in Roman’s cheating ass ex…Roman told me she was history.”
“Oh, she is…..Has been for about months but won’t take the hint.”
 Everything seemed calmer now that I was inside, as Christmas music filled the room, and everyone seemed to be in their own world.
Seeing a few familiar faces, I waved but stayed close to Jey as my eyes scanned the room finally spotting Roman and Sarah talking in the corner.
His stoic expression and powerful stance made many nervous but not me. I could tell he wasn’t pleased she had crashed his party but was trying to be respectful.
“How is he really doing, Jey?” I asked as he sighed looking at his cousin shaking his head. “He’s on edge you know, especially with the back-to-back losses. Big Uce, is getting better though.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make Alfa’s funeral; I wanted to be there.” I said looking at my best friend really taking him in. He looked so tired, his beautiful beard more full and now had spots of gray.
“Starr, stop that…..You came home to be with us for Uncle Sika’s funeral, stood in the gap for me and was there for big Uce.”
“Hey, that’s what family does,” I assured him giving him a hug.
“I’m glad you home, we be worried about you.” he whispered as I caressed his back.
“I’m fine, besides I didn’t re-enlist this time, twenty years in the Airforce is enough,” I said as Jey held me tighter.
“I am so happy for you…I know he's gon’ be happy you back home. I mean it is for good right?”
“Yea, I’m home for good.”
“Good, cause that beautiful house you bought deserves to be lived in.”
“I know and thank ya’ll for helping mama keep it up for me.”
“You know dat wasn’t a problem. We were just worried about you all the way over in Italy by yourself.”
“I know but at least I’m home now.”
I knew how much they worried about me, but I was so thankful they supported my decisions. We had all been inseparable since the age of five, so it was a big change when we all graduated, and all went our separate ways.
The twins and Roman went off to college and I went into the Airforce following in my father’s footsteps. What can I say, we were some ambitious young people with the world at our fingertips.
“Booger we missed you!” Jimmy yelled, pulling me out of Jey’s arms scooping me up in a hug bear hug as I rolled my eyes.
“Ugh get off me, you just always have to bring up that mean ass nickname,” I hissed as he put me down laughing.
“Ignore him, you know he’s special,” Trin jokes slapping him on the shoulder as Jey cleared his throat trying to stop laughing.
“Aye, it ain’t my fault she kept a booger nose when we were kids.”
“Just like it ain’t my fault your bed stayed pissy when we were kids,” I countered as Jey and Trin busted out laughing.
“Daaaammmn! She got yo’ ass.” Jey laughed as Trin, and I embraced.
Our banter cut short as we heard Roman raising his voice. “Look just leave, Sarah!”
“I ain’t leaving without you! We can work this out!” she screamed as I looked at Trin and she shook her head as Jey’s wife Candice came over.
“Can you believe this shit?” she asked as Jey pulled her close and kissed her on the temple.  “Bae, let it go.”
“I mean how you cheat on somebody and now you here begging like ain’t shit happened?” Trin asked as I shook my head as Jimmy tapped me on the shoulder gently.
“What do you have in mind, sis. I see you thinking over there?”
“I’m gonna get Roman outta here, maybe have him take me home so he can get a break,” I said looking at my watch realizing it was close to 11 :00 anyway.
“You do that, and we will get her outta here, then shut down the party and lock up,” Trin said as I left them heading towards the ex-couple.
The look of happiness on Roman’s face when he spotted me made me smile as he ignored Sarah, scooping me up in his arms as soon as I was within arm’s reach.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home,” he whispered in my ear as I chuckled. “What’s the fun in that, now come take me home..I want to give you your Christmas present” I whispered feeling the tension leaving his body.
“Shit, I been ready for that.…let’s go, you ain't gotta tell me twice,” Roman said ignoring Sarah putting me down as Jey tapped her on the shoulder.
“Aye, time to go shawty, party is over for you,” he said as she scoffed.
“Wait, so you gon’ throw me out Jey and you leavin’ with her Roman!? Roman…Roman come back!” she screamed as Roman, and I headed towards the backdoor.
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Roman’s POV
I looked back just in time to see Trin grabbing Sarah by the arm leading her out of the living room. Something tells me that I wouldn’t have a problem with Sarah after tonight by the look on Trin and Candice’s face.
 They both had been looking for a reason to beat her ass since they found out she had cheated on me and was still sniffing around.
I was anxious to be alone with Starr. The last time we were alone we almost crossed a line, there was no coming back from, but we stopped ourselves.
As I helped her in the car, I really didn’t even know how to approach the elephant in the room. Closing her door, I gave myself a pep talk as I walked around to the driver’s side.
“Don’t fuck this up, just be in the moment with her.” If it happens, it happens. If it does or doesn’t nothing changes between ya’ll.”
Four months ago
“Roman we got to stop,” Starr panted as I kissed her neck, my hands roaming her body.
“Why..This what we both want,” I moaned pulling her closer wrapping her legs around my waist grinding against her as she gasped in shock.
“I do but You’ve been drinking, and so much is going on. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“Oh, so now it’s something wrong with me because I want to make love to you. You told me, you wanted me to be your first, remember.” I said throwing back a conversation we had months prior.
“Roman, I do but you know right now isn’t the right time. Roman, stop you’re drunk and this isn’t you,” Starr moaned finally pushing me away as I held my hands up in the air in surrender.
She was right.. I didn’t know what had come over me, maybe it was the alcohol and everything that had happened.
“Look, I’m sorry… I’ll just crash in the other room,” I whispered grabbing my shirt not wanting to make the night worse.
“Roman, I want us to ta-”-
“Talk? Is that what you were about to say? Well, I’m tired of talking to people.. I just- I just wanted…. Look forget it, this was obviously a mistake coming here, so I’mma crash in your spare bedroom.”
“Roman, we gotta talk about what all this means, you can’t just turn off your emotions. You got to talk about it,” Starr pleaded as I shut down.
“Look, I buried my dad a few days ago…Things will never be the same for me ever again and I just wanted to be close to you.  I thought you felt the same, and I just made an ass outta myself. What else is there to talk about.”
“I do want - I-I-just not like this, please-”
“Starr, I’ll catch you in the morning before I head out,” I said leaning over kissing her tenderly on the forehead before leaving the room ignoring her pleas for me to stay.
I made a total mess of things that night, but Starr never judged me. We went about things as usual and had never discussed that night. Two weeks ago on the phone she asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I laid it all out on the table.
“I sent your present off today; I hope you like it since you wouldn’t cooperate and give me some idea of what you wanted for Christmas.”
“You ain’t ready to know what I really want for Christmas, especially since you’ve been all I’ve been thinking about for the last four months.”
 “I've been thinking about you too. I wish I could be there in person but I’m still waiting to find out if they approved my leave or not,” Starr said moving around her kitchen as watched her every move.
“ You know what i really want for christmas....
"What?"
"I just want to unwrap you and get lost in you.".
"Roman."
"Aye, you asked and I told you . The shocked look on her face making me shrug my shoulders. Hell I ain’t have nothing to lose at this point. One thing my father's passing taught me was that life was too short, and i'm gonna go after what I want...And I wanted Starr.
“Roman, stop playin’ with me.” Starr stuttered nervously as I chuckled.
“I’m serious, you asked me what I wanted for Christmas.”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to tell me that you wanted me as a Christmas present.”
“Even if it’s only one night I can’t imagine a better gift than to get lost in you.”
“Roman-”
"Beautiful tree, fireplace, and you under me writhing in pleasure as I take you to heights you couldn’t dream of,” I groaned hearing her gasp.
“You’re not playing fair, this is dangerous,” she whispered as I smiled.
“I love danger,” I said dropping my voice an octave deeper knowing it was driving her crazy. I knew it was because I knew my Starr.
“Ro-”
“Tell me you ain’t curious, especially after what happened that night? Look just think on it.”  
Man, I still can’t believe I said but it got us here..Well at least I hope. Listening to her hum along with the Christmas songs on the radio brought me out of my thoughts.
“I-I-I don’t want a lot for Christmas,” she sang softly as I felt my heart flutter.
“Alright Miarah Carey,” I joked as she blushed. “Don’t do me, I can carry a little tune.”
“Yea, you can which is why I just let you do your thing,” I said pulling into her garage.
“Oh, you pulling in the garage like you know you staying,” she joked getting out the car as I felt my dick jump in my pants.
“I wouldn’t be against it,” I mumbled getting out following her close. Her phone ringing almost startled her as she sighed picking up.
“Ma’ I just made it home,” she said putting the phone on speaker walking around cutting the lights off downstairs as I unplugged the tree.
“Damn, you meant you weren’t staying long when you said it, huh? Did you get to see everyone?”
I smiled hearing her mom giving her the fifth degree as Starr shook her head.
“Yes, I saw everyone Ma… The guys are fine, matter fact Roman just dropped me off,” Starr said putting her finger over her lips as I chuckled following her upstairs.
“Mama, I’m about to go to bed and I will be over before Riely gets up.”   
As soon as the door closed, I closed the distance between us wrapping my arms around her trying to ease her nerves. “Relax….I gotchu,” I assured her as she blushed.
 I mean it’s one thing to talk on the phone and talk about what you want to do, but to actually do it is another thing. I knew as bad as I wanted to be with her, if she said no I wouldn’t push the issue.
“Roman are we really about to do this,” she whispered looking at me in wonder as I gently kissed her on the forehead.
“Only if you want..I don’t want you to do something you don’t want,” I confessed truly giving her an out even though inside I was pleading with the gods that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
The thought of being the first man to make love to her stirring something primal within me.
“Make yourself comfortable. I got to get outta this dress,” she whispered putting her phone down heading into her master bath putting any questions I had to rest.
“Take all the time you need.”  Heading over to the fireplace, I took my coat off. The beautiful vintage Christmas tree illuminating her bedroom. The ice sickles hanging from the tree with the old school Christmas lights and ornaments were a beautiful touch.  
Starr’s POV
“Ok….Just calm down. This is Roman not some stranger. You’ve wanted this since you were fifteen,” I whispered trying to build up my courage, pulling my dress off and jumping in the shower.
What if I disappoint him…..Fuck, what if he disappoints me?
Who the fuck am I fooling, Roman knows what he’s doing. I’ve seen this man and the shit he does when he’s on TV. What if I get addicted to him, I mean it’s supposed to be one time right?
 My mind instantly thinking back to Sarah, even though she cheated, Roman still has her ass sprung…. Getting out of the shower I was still trying to make heads or tails of the situation I found myself in.
“You ok in there Starr?” Roman's deep voice penetrated the walls as my thighs clenched thinking about him penetrating something else. That damn voice.....Gives me chills...Oouu, I wonder does he talk you through it?
Damn, I’m officially in my brain and nervous as shit now.
“I’m ok, just got out the shower, I’ll be out in a minute,” I said drying off as I heard him move away from the door. Get it together Starr, you a grown ass woman and this is what you both want..Stop making it complicated."
Who am I kidding, it is complicated…I love him…I’ve loved him since high school…”Yea, this is a bad idea,” whined quietly before taking a deep breath up because even if it was a bad idea, there was no turning back now.
After putting on some lotion I tied one of the red satin Christmas bow sashes I had ordered around my breasts and another around my hips. Yea, I wanted him to get the full picture of unwrapping me from top to bottom.
Slipping on my robe I came out to see him sitting on the edge of the bed admiring the tree.  “I turned on the fireplace.”
“Um, thanks. The bathrooms all yours.” I almost forgot to breathe as he stood up and took his shirt off.
“Thanks, beautiful. I promise I won’t take long,” he said dropping a tender kiss on my forehead before going in the bathroom. I finally released the breath I was holding when he closed the door, and I heard the shower start.
Taking off my robe, I turned the covers down. “It’s a night of fun…Just enjoy, don’t think.” I kept repeating to myself over and over as I laid on my side and faced the bathroom patiently waiting for Roman…I mean good things do come to those that wait.
Hearing the water cut off, I sat up on my knees anxiously waiting for him. A newfound confidence took over me as the door opened and I heard his sharp intake of breath as he stood there clad in only a towel. His body still glistening, and hair wet.
“Damn, you look so beautiful,” he whispered licking his lips as I bit my lower lip nervously.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered reaching my hand out to him as he slowly made his way towards me dropping his towel.
Oh…My…God..He is a Greek God…Keep your cool Starr.
“Are you sure?” he asked his voice thick with need as I blushed only pulling him closer truly taking in all of him for the first time.
“I don’t want you to fe”-
Grasping his hands I placed them on the satin bow, my eyes never leaving his. “I want this, and I want it to be you.”
I couldn’t help but moan as I watched him through hooded eyes. “Just let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispered, our lips finally touching and like a moth to a flame I surrendered. The unbridled passion behind it taking my breath away.
“Unwrap your Christmas gift, Roman,” I whispered as his hands touched the satin red bow, a low groan escaping his lips as his eyes trailed over my body.
The fact he was so turned on and unsure where to start made my heart race. The sexy deep groan his that spilled from his lips as my hips moved against him made my pussy purr in need.
“Shit, you look so beautiful like this…Anxious to give yourself to me.”
His voice…Oh my god his voice.
“Please, Roman,” I pleaded as he licked his lips. “Can I unwrap my Christmas present,” he murmured as I nodded anxiously.
“Use your words… Can I have my Christmas present now?”
“Yes, you can,” I gasped as he finally untied the sash. Leaning down, his mouth enclosing around my breasts, taking his time exploring each one as I squirmed beneath him ready to come undone from the sensual action as his eyes never left mine.
“Mmhm, I knew you were sensitive. Bet you so wet,” he rasped. Moaning softly, I entangled my fingers in his hair as he feasted upon my breasts seemingly determined to stay there having discovered how sensitive I was.
“Roman, I need it,” I pleaded. His hands cupping my breasts kneading them together as he took both nipples in his mouth devouring them as if they were his last supper. His gaze still piercing my soul.
“Fuck, just thinkin’ bout you, got me bout to cum?” he mumbled as his mouth continued to ignite a deep fire within me as his kisses move passed me stomach, his tongue swirling, then dipping inside my navel.
“Go lower, please.”
“You taste so good, baby.” He praised, as I writhed beneath him. Hand hands masterfully untying the second red satin bow leaving me now fully exposed.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I faintly heard him whisper, the first stroke of his long tongue against my pussy almost making me cum as I gasped looking down at him in shock.
“Roman!” Shit he’s dangerous, that was just one stroke. Watching him flatten his tongue, with each long stroke I became more undone.
 “Umhm, it’s Roman and I’mma bout to make you cum all night. Now hold dem legs for me,” he commanded bending them towards my chest as I compiled.
Roman’s POV
The quiver in her legs and pleasure etched across her face as I made love to Starr with my tongue will the imprinted in my mind forever.
The strangled whine that escaped her beautiful lips as I began thrusting my third and forefinger along with my tongue continuously stroking her, ignited a deeper purpose within me….
To blow her fucking mind… For her to feel what it was like to be with me…Hell, to ruin her for every man after me that would even dare try to have her writhing under them in pleasure.
“You gon’ cum sweetness?” Yea, that’s her new nickname from now on..Pussy sweet like honey.
“Yes, I’mma cum…. Ooouu, right there..Right there….Fuck, just like that, Roman, don’t stop,” Starr cried as my fingers and tongue moved in sync determined to make her cum harder than she ever has.
“Yes! Oh, fuck Roman!” Starr screamed, her legs falling onto my shoulders as her back arched in pleasure satisfying my thirst for the moment.
Fuck, I love a good squirter… “Good fuckin’ girl,” I praised, removing my fingers, grasping her hips, wanting more…I needed more.
“Roman!” Starr squealed as I flipped her over onto her knees spreading her legs slightly.
“What are y-”
The words dying across her tantalizing lips as I laid between her legs on my back straight Salivating at the sight of her dripping pussy above me. “I want you to sit on my face and I want you to nut like you ain’t never nutted before,” I commanded as she looked apprehensive.
“Roman, I’m too bi-”
Not giving her a chance to finish her that thought I pulled her onto my face moaning in appreciation as she began to wind her hips slowly.
“Is this what you wanted?” she gasped, planting her hands on my stomach beginning to ride my face with more confidence, chasing the nut she craved.
“Fuck yea, this what I wanted.” I moaned against her pussy smackin’ her ass before getting back to business.
Starr’s POV
The feral growl that fell from Roman’s lips as I rode his face sent chills down my spine. His beard, mouth and tongue all together were kryptonite.
His dick standing at attention, glistening with precum and begging to be sucked wasn’t helping my thoughts either. It was too tempting; I needed to taste him.
Moaning, I leaned down licking the sensitive mushroom shaped head as Roman hissed tearing his mouth away from my pussy.
“Gon’ put it in your mouth, Starr. Don’t be scared, suckdat dick.” His words making my body tingle in excitement as he continued his assault on my pussy with his masterful tongue.
I wanted to see how much of him I could take in my mouth and with each strategic bobbly of my head, I took him deeper as Roman nearly bucked me off his face…
Got’em….I may be a virgin, but I got some secrets myself.
 “Fuck, that’s how you get down?” he groaned momentarily stopping his assault.
 “Mmhm, surprise,” I whispered after coming up for air briefly before getting back to the task at hand as he growled, “Fuck," before diving back in himself as our moans filling the air.
Suddenly I began to feel that familiar coil gathering in my stomach, my body tingling all over. Releasing his dick from my mouth, I sat up and began riding his face with a purpose.
“Yea, take whatchu want from me, sweetness,” he moaned gripping my hips, moving me faster as my legs began to shake reducing me to a chanting mess..
“Oouu, Roman- Yesyesyes,” I moaned stroking him faster in sync with my hips.  His beard, mouth and tongue had me on demon time and he knew it.
 “Give it to me,” Roman growled as I came undone. “Roman! Fuck..f-f-fuck here it comes,” I cried at my body exploded coating his face with my juices as he happily and greedily drank. 
“Mmhm, I love that shit, tastin’ so fuckin’ sweet…. Sweetness gon’ be your new nickname, baby girl.” I heard him whisper between slurps as I indeed had cum harder than I ever had before, still continuing to stroke him riding out my high.
I was euphorically drunk on him, but I wanted him to feel just as good as he had made me feel. Catching my breath, I leaned down taking him once again in my mouth.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna cum yet,” Roman groaned as I turned, kneeling between his legs.
Oh sir, you put that mouth on me like that…You about to get this nut…..Period.
Steadying my hands on his welcoming thighs as I tended to the task at hand,innocently staring up at him. “Yea….Take it all for me..Fuck that feels so good. You’re such a good girl.”
Humming in agreement, I refused to stop sucking him tortuously slowly and deeply as he gripped my hair.
“Suck dat shit, girl…..Damn.” Roman groaned bending his knees, planting his heels, accepting his fate.
“Fuck, here it cum, just for you, sweetness,” he growled cummin' hard.
 I almost came myself watching him. As long as I live, I will remember the look on his face. Cracking a small smile, I opened my mouth for him to see his cum coating my tongue as he bit his lower lip.
“Mmm, does my sweetness spits or swallows?” Roman asked, his deep voice making my pussy drip as he caressed my face, desperate to know my answer to his question. 
“Who says I can’t do both,” I whispered, letting his cum spill from my lips onto his dick as it jumped in response.
“Mmm, my good girl," he whispered watching through hooded eyes.
“Oops I made a mess…..Let me clean up behind myself,” I mumbled once again taking him in my mouth greedily sopping his cum back into my mouth and swallowing it.
“Fuck!” He moaned, his resolve crumbling in a heap. “I’mma fuck da shit outta you,” he professed taking me in a searing kiss that left me breathless and on my back at the foot of the bed before I could blink.
My senses on overloaded as his hands roamed my body “Please, Roman, I need you so bad,” I pleaded as we both looked down at our bodies about to become one as he slipped past my wet folds.
“You sure baby,” he whispered as I nodded pulling him closer. Both of us lost in the moment as he slowly rocked his hips. Suddenly feeling pop and burst of pain.
“UMPH!” I cried, clinging to Roman as he looked at me with indescribable passion in his eyes as we shared a tender kiss.
“Look at my good girl learning how to take my big dick. You doin’ so fuckin’ good,” he moaned grasping my thighs continuing to slowly slip inside deeper inside me.
“Roman, I-I,” I whined, overwhelmed as he caressed my face. His body trembling against mine as he’s fighting an internal battle within himself to take it slow and not lose all control.
 “Mmm, I know it…I know it baby.. God, thank you so much for choosing me,” he whispered showering me with kisses as I relaxed against him.
“I wanted you to be my first,” I gasped, starting to somewhat relax in spite of the pain. “Yea, that’s it, relax beautiful….Your Ro Ro's gotchu,” he whispered, filling me more and more with each thrust of his hips as I tried to breathe through the pain.
“Ro! It’s too much,” I cried pushing at his stomach as he went deeper kissing away my tears. “I know it seems that way baby, but I’m almost in. I promise it’s gon’ feel so good, move your hands.”
“Ro-”
“You trust me?” he asked gently kissing my forhead as I nodded “Then mov’em for me.”
I complied and with a snap of his hips, he bottomed out as I clawed at his back. “Roman! I feel so full, I – I can’t,” I gasps as Roman captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
“Yes, you can..Breathe….Just breathe sweetness,” he whispered against my lips surging forward, my pain suddenly becoming something more with each powerful thrust….
 “Roman, faster,” I pleaded wrapping my legs around him. “Yea…..There she go, there’s my good girl,” he moaned as my hips moved against him. “You feel so good,” I cried as Roman buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to cum inside you, you feel so good… You gon’ let me cum inside you, baby?”
“Bear, please-”
“Answer me, Starr?” he groaned, even more turned on as my other pet name for him escaped my lips.
"God, yes!"
 “Uh huh, you gon’ let your bear fill you up, I promise it’ll feel so good,” he rasped marking my neck as I clawed at his lower back and nipping at his shoulder as he properly dicked me down.
“Fuck I want to cum inside you so bad..Tell me I can again," he moaned angling his hips taking me by surprise.
“Yes, I want you to cum inside me,” I screamed, the new position and thrusts sending chills down my spine, making my toes curl.  Lifting one of my legs in the air with a firm grip on my heel Roman continued to rearrange my insides, lifting his head slightly to watch me.
Roman’s POV
“You’re such a good girl, Starr… Savin’ this good ass pussy just for me, and you gon’ let me cum inside her. Just my good girl, ain’t you?”
“Mmhm, only your good girl,” she moaned, her words filling my heart with relief and love.
“Only my good girl…..Damn, I love how dat pussy creamin’ listen to that shit, she just purrin’ ready to squirt for me again.”
The squelching sounds, as I claimed her, along with our bodies colliding, filled the room. A blush suddenly crept onto Starr’s face as she listened and tried to bury her face in my neck as I praised her.
“I been waitin’ for this Starr…Let me see you, beautiful,” I moaned willing her eyes to mine as I bit my lip in anticipation and appreciation. Fuck, she looked and felt so good, I want to keep her this way forever. Up under me begging me to make dat pretty pussy cum again and again… Merry Christmas to me, indeed.
Fuck, why we waited so long to do this. And the fact that I am the first man to ever be be inside her makes my dick get even harder and I didn’t think that was possible.
She just doesn’t know what she’s done, we’re tied together forever now.
Starr’s POV
“I’m ruinin’ you for any man thinking he can have you cause’ he can’t.” Roman growled as our lips met in a sloppy kiss as our tongues battled for dominance with me finally surrendering in the end to his power.
“Dat pussy jus pulsin’ for me and suckin’ my dick back in, get it baby. Get dat nut...Sweet ass pussy, just coatin’ my dick,” he moaned, as I began to lose my grip on reality.
 His words, his nasty words making me wetter as I writhed under him searching for my next release. “I know what you need…My sweet Starr needs to cum, don’t she?”
“Yes, I need it, Roman,” I begged as he bit his lower lip. His hair framing his beautiful face, looking like a real-life romance novel cover coming to life as he continued his delicious torture as I pulsed around him, helpless as he continuously brought me to the edge to only to pull back.
“Please let me cum,” I whined as his other hand went under my arm gripping my shoulder trapping me as he began to thrust harder and faster.
 “You ready baby?”
“Yes!.... I-I’m close!”
“I gotchu, just let it go, baby,” he encouraged in my ear releasing my leg and moving his hand between my thighs, stroking my sensitive throbbing clit, as his lips swallowed my cries of passion.
 Feeling bold, I reached down and placed my hand on top of his moving his fingers faster against my clit as he growled feeling the spasms taking over my body.
 We couldn’t stop; it was too hypnotizing as we both looked down watching his dick sink deeper and deeper inside me. “Cum for me, let it out Starr. Stop fighting it.”
“Mmh, here it comes…. Just for you,” I gasped beginning to squirt.
“Fuck yea..Squirt for bear,” Roman moaned pulling out, slapping his dick on my pussy before thrusting back in, taking me hard, fast and deep.
“Shit! I- I-” I cried out losing my train of thought gripping his ass, totally fucked out as I came undone again for him.
“Oh, fuck yea, give me it all…. Fuck, here it cum, just for you,” He groaned cummin’ in a violent rush, grinding his hips into mine, bowing his back prolonging our euphoria before collapsing beside me.
His breathing ragged as I my body continued to spasm in the aftermath.
“Fuck, you are dangerous, Starr,” Roman chuckled as I looked at him like he was crazy.
“No, your ass is dangerous,” I whispered blushing as we shared a gentle kiss, trying to come back down to earth.
“Thank you for tonight.” I whispered against his lips as he shook his head.
“No, thank you for choosing me.” And in that moment no other words were spoken i as we just wrapped ourselves up in each other and were just were us.
A little while later, Roman ran a bath and helped me clean-up, which I have to say was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.  He washed me from head to toe, taking his time kissing and caressing my body.
This didn’t seem or feel like a one-time thing, but I was scared to ask, and I didn’t want to make it weird.
 “You know I could have done this myself?” I whispered enjoying soaking in the warm water as he kissed my neck. “Not when you’re with me you won’t,” he said as I smiled. “Are you sore?”
“A little but the warm water is helping,” I said reassuring him I was ok. His alarm going off made us both sigh. “Santa duties are calling mister Reigns. You know if Uncle Roman doesn' have that barbie dream house  put together and waiting in front of the tree for Harmony it’s gonna be hell to pay.”
Every year, Roman goes over to his sister’s after the kids fall asleep to help put out their gifts and put their toys together. It's a tradition for them every Christmas and birthday.
“I know, but I hate to leave. I don’t want it to seem-”
“Roman, it’s ok I’m fine, I’ll see you later on today.” I wanted him to stay but I knew he needed to go. After sharing a gentle kiss, he stood up to leave.
“You sure you good,” he asked, stopping by the door.
“I’m good Roman, give Savannah and the kids my love.”
He seemed so torn about leaving, so I gave him a small smile. “Merry Christmas, bear,” I whispered as he smirked. It was almost as if he was remembering what had transpired tonight.
“Merry Christmas, Sweetness.”
“Roman!” I blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. “I told you that was gon’ be your new nickname from now on and I meant it.
“Don’t say it around people,” I hissed as he smiled. “Why not, only you and me will know what it means?”
“I know you…You’re gonna say it in a flirty way and Jey's gonna figure it out and run it in the ground.”
“So, what-”
“Roman!”
“Fine, I’ll try but I ain’t making no promises but seriously thank you for my Christmas present, sweetness.
“You’re welcome and thank you for um...”
“You don’t have to say anything baby girl…Just know this ain’t over between us, cause’ I’ll have you know; you were the best I’ve ever had, and I don’t plan on letting you go.” And with a deep groan, he left the room before I could respond.
“Well i guess there is my answer……Merry Christmas indeed Mr. Reigns, because I’m not letting you go either.”
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hyperfixation rn is inheritance cycle but also like epic… nom…
@bookworm-fangirl1 @stxrrstruckk @where-is-the-angst @not-really-a-conjunction @not-a-gay-fangodess @lin-luvs-noodles @rachelsblue-hairbrush @iwasonceabookworm
Thanks @ladytauria for the tag!
Rules: Post a picrew of yourself from here and then share your latest interests/hyperfixations:
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(ft Clinton) (am currently growing out my hair)
- DC Tim Drake and Jason Todd and Kon-El
- IWTV
Tagging @gwendeeagain @opal-serpent @chibinightowl @bi-bats @themandylion @timstolejasonscorpseagain
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chrissvalentine · 10 months ago
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INSTA SOFT LAUNCH
summary: singer!reader & matt announce their relationship on insta
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ynyln: deleted scenes 🧸
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madisonbeer: my babiess 🥹
ynyln: i love you
nicolassturniolo: who dat in da backkk
ynyln: 😉😉
matthew.sturniolo: who’s that handsome man??
ynyln: i guess we’ll never know ☺️
mattsbabygirl: ON MY MAMAS WIFI?? 💔💔
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matthew.sturniolo: even tho we ain’t, stream her new single ‼️
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ynyln: why did you take that photo of me.
matthew.sturniolo: i wanted to lick u
christophersturniolo: am i a great wingman or what?
matthew.sturniolo: yeah yeah definitely
fakejustincarey: make sure you invite me to the wedding
matthew.sturniolo: ofc 😮‍💨
sturnioloteam: this is so cute i’m crying
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notes: hi guys i love making stuff like this please lmk if you want more!! also SEND ME BLURB REQUESTS!!
🏷️: @submattenthusiast @dominicfikeenthusiast @pixxiies @breesturns
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ohokaythtsu-blog · 3 months ago
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“PALE MOON” PART 1
REMMICK x Reader (Black Female Reader)
WARNINGS: Cursing, Blood, Biting, angst, death, interracial, mention of racists subjects, KKK mention
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The music pulled through the wooden walls of this ol barn, black bodies swayed and sweated through the floor as we danced, sung, and laughed the night away. I stood over by the door looking down at my drink, swirling around my glass cup, filled with corn liquor. See I wun’t like my brothas, Stack and Smock. Sure money made me smile but I wanted to move my body and dance, but them two, they wouldn’t dare let they baby Sistah sway ha body on the floor where any man could touch and grab me. I wusn’t no damn baby no mo. But let them tell it, I was still baby sis, the one those two left with Mary while they took they asses to Chicago. I had a lot on my mind that night and all I wanted was to shake my body at this new Juke they opened. It was a celebration that my brothas was home, and for me and Mary to grieve her motha’s passing, god rest her soul. But something eerie and exciting about tonight had me on my 4th cup of corn liqa.
“Sis get yo ass over here!”, Mary shouted as she danced with Stack. I huff and saunter over, I was wearing a soft purple silk dress, and my momma’s purls. “What ya’ll wont, finally letting me dance with somebody tonight Stack?” Mary chuckled and Stack looked at me like I stole his money. “Sis it would be a cold day in hell before I let you do that…nah actually I need you to work yo magic”. I looked at Stake wit a scowl. “Boy the hell you need me to do na? It bet not be about them white folk that stopped at the door earlier”, I look between Stack and Mary. “Ya’ll aint serious is ya…Why yo ass and send Mary? What if they Klan?”. Stack looked at me then Mary, “Know what ya’ll can both go, Sis only reason I said you because you a swindler at heart like ya big brothas and judging by the eyes on that white man…whatever he said his name was, he was eyeing yah. Bet you can get bank out him, and Mary yo ass better watch my sista”. Me and Mary looked at him, Mary wanted to help but I did not in the slightest. “Oh, so I can’t shake my body in here or you’d cut one of these n**gas hands off, but you’d make me go talk to a white man? You a cold man Stack”, I said before taken his gun from him and Mary took a switch blade. I put the gun on my garter and walked towards the door. Cornbread was sitting there as I walked past him with Mary behind me. “Where ya’ll narrow ass’s goin?”, Cornbread yelled. I looked back with a mean attitude, “Cornbread mind yo damn business I ain’t lil no mo. You don’t need to be minding my business”. I sway away and walk towards the three-white people on the tree bench far outside. They were…singing?  
I listen closely but something was eerie about their singing, made me feel uneasy, especially the man with the overalls and gold chain, his eyes in mine as he strummed his banjo. His voice calmed me a bit, made me feel at ease, like I could trust him, almost hypnotic. Mary claps as they finish, but I remain quiet. Mary begins talking to them, but that mad….would not stop looking at me.
Mary notices our staring and she whispers to me, “Looks like he want ya”. I look at her with a scowl, “hush it Mary”. But she was right it was like I could hear his thoughts. “Is there a reason you looking at me like dat?”, I asked looking at the man. He smiles and lets out a deep chuckle. “Oh darlin, I don’t mean no offense, your just…beautiful”. His blue eyes investigate my brown ones, and something about the sweetness of his tone of voice made my stomach flutter. I blush and bit my lip, unable to really look at him after. “Well  thank ya…”. I straighten up a bit, quickly regaining my thoughts of why me and Mary stood out here in the first place. But before I could fully even get a sentence out, I hear some arguing out back of the Juke. “Excuse me on moment..”, I ultimately leave Mary there, knowing she would be safer than I, considering she was a white woman, and I a black one. Sure she was like my sister but, my loyalty truly was to Stack and Smoke, my older brothers. Before leaving, the man that made me blush only moments prior looked at me. “My name is Remmick…”, he smirked, which I found endearing but also unsettling, like he heard my thoughts of me getting ready to leave but not knowing his name.
 I rush out back of the Juke joint and hear Smoke and a few men arguing. Sammie, our cousin, standing there like he ain’t know what to do. I budge in and step between my brother and the man he was arguing with. “Now we tryin to be civilized folk, and here ya’ll go with that sh*t now what’s the problem?”, I ask crossing my arms. Smoke clenched his jaw, “This n*gga thought he could walk out here with my money from that dice game”. See one thing my brothas aint like is for ANYBODY to steal they money, and judging by the way Smoke held his gun in his hand, he meant business. The man in question, accused of stealing Smoke’s money, stood his ground. But that was his mistake, so me being me, I looked in his eyes. “Look if you don’t wont no Smoke, you best be emptying yo pockets”, the man looked at me and scoffed. “I ain’t gotta do shit…bi*tch”. Now while everyone knew Stack and Smoke as the men they were, they also knew, that they little sister wasn’t shit to play with. I just laughed before smacking him, hard. And before the man could even lay a finger on me, nor before Smoke could shoot em dead, and hand punches him. Swiftly the man falls to the ground, and I look at who punched him, it was…Remmick.
Guess Mary heard the commotion first, and Remmick followed her. The man now on the ground knocked out cold. “Sis you know this white man? First he at the juke door, now he saving ya? He yo man or sum?”, Smoke says as he looks between me and Remmick. “No, met him same time yall did”, I look at him and my heart flutters again, finding it hard to defer the difference in Remmick’s eerie nature and his flirtatious one. “Oh I ain’t mean no trouble, I heard him call yah outcha name, and ain’t no way to carry on with a beautiful lady, is all”, Remmick says with a smile, he then looks at Smoke. “I don’t mean to intrude on anyone’s business, but I have a knack for catching someone in a lie, and I’d bet he may have your money.” Smoke still ain’t trust no white man, but when he looked in the man who was knocked out cold on the dirt ground, he found trick dice and about $25 in the man pockets. The money belonging to Smoke. Smoke said nothing, instead he pocketed his money, and had the other men beat up the man on the ground. Smoke, Mary, and Sammy all walk back into the Juke joint, before Smoke turned to me and whispered, “I know you…just yell if you need me sis.” Smoke was much more of a gentle brother to me, he spoiled me and Stack rotten, and he could tell by the look on my confused and slightly astonished face, that I was growing some interest for white boy Remmick.
There is this bit of awkward silence, I look at Remmick with now less guarded eyes, I was faltering a bit. "Thank you for...that, though I ain't no damsel" Remmick smiles and chuckles looking at his feet, "Well I know that, by just looking at yah lot, I can tell your a strong one. I just don't like a man to treat a woman, like she ain't right.", he says as we sit on a bench far off. I noticed his...'friends' were still where I left them out front, but I could feel their eyes on us. "You know, while I may be polite now...your friends need to mind they eyes." I say before looking back at Remmick, he smiles and rests his hand on my thigh, respectfully. "Oh them...don't mind them, they are as equally enamored with your beauty...though I myself am a bit of a jealous man, that all these people look at you" I look at him, but all I could feel was my fast heart rate, and his weirdly cold hands on my thighs, each slow movement of his hand comforting me. I wasn't sure if I should have been turned on or afraid. I wasn't like Stack, he easily could be with Mary and no one dared to look his way. Me flirting with Remmick was hard to do. "What ya saying Remmick?", I say with a more softer southern voice. He leans in with a somewhat sinister smile and whispers to my ear, his breath hot on my spine. "What I am saying is you are beautiful, and I hope that my exterior, doesn't keep me from knowing your interior."
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jockdumboy · 11 months ago
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Dumbass Douchebag Revultion Jock Bro
aight bro, u wanna join da dumbass douchebag revulution, huh? respect, bro, cuz we out here makin gainz an thinkin' less, da right way! imma show u how to turn off ur brain an get swole, bro. no need for smart stuff, just muscles an tank tops. u ready? let’s goo, bro!
step 1: stop thinkin’ so much bro – just focus on liftin
bro, smart thots slow u down. u gotta think less an just lift more. if ur thinkin, u ain't liftin! u need to clear ur head an focus on dem muscles, bro. here’s how u do it:
how to turn ur brain off, bro:
grunt a lot – bro, when u feel a thot creepin up in ur head, just grunt. grunts block out da brain stuff. erry time u grunt, u get a lil dumber but also more swole. more grunts = more gainz.
count wrong – don't worry about counting right, bro. just do like “1… 2… uh… 10!” don’t waste brain energy on numbers, bro. just lift until ur arms feel like noodles. numbers are for nerds.
stare at urself – da more u look at urself flexin, da less u think. mirrors are key, bro. flex in da mirror for 10 mins and u’ll feel da brain fog settlin in. if u ain’t thinkin, ur winnin!
step 2: eat like a dumb bro – food for less thinkin’
bro, smart people eat complicated stuff, but we ain’t needin’ dat. we gotta keep da food simple, so da brain stays off an muscles grow, bro.
simple jock meal plan:
brekfast: 10 egg whites, bro, no yellow stuff, cuz yolk is too complicated. jus crack ‘em an cook ‘em. don’t even think bout it, just eat dem. den drink a protein shake, bro, but don’t think too hard on how much powder u put in, just pour an shake.
lunch: chicken, bro, jus chicken. u don’t need nothin fancy. jus grab some chicken and eat it. da less u think bout flavors, da better. thinkin slows down da gainz.
dinnar: more chicken, or steak if u wanna switch it up. but don’t think too much, bro, steak is jus beef chicken. eat dat, maybe add some broccoli if u feel fancy, but dats it. simple = swole.
snakks: peanut butter, right out da jar, bro. don’t even use a spoon, jus scoop it wit ur hand if u gotta. drink protein shakes whenever u think too much, dat’ll stop da smart thots.
step 3: dress like a jock, bro – look dumb, lift big
bro, ur clothes gotta scream “i don’t think, i just lift.” da right gear stops ur brain from workin' an shows erryone dat ur all about da gainz.
jock bro style:
tank tops: da less shirt, da better, bro. if ur tank ain’t showin’ ur nips, it’s too much. u worked hard for dem muscles, show ‘em off. less shirt = less thots.
short shorts: u gotta show dem legz, bro. even if u don’t work legs much, u wear da short shorts. da shorter, da less brain power u use. simple math, bro.
backwards hat: wear ur hat backwards, always. makes u look more like a badass jock, plus it keeps da brain from overheatin’. dat’s science, bro, trust me.
step 4: act like a jock bro – no thinkin, just doin
bein part of da dumbass douchebag revolution means actin like u own da world, bro. don’t let smart people get in ur way, jus be loud and confident, like errywhere u go is ur gym.
how to act, bro:
flex errywhere: see a mirror? flex. don’t even think twice, just do it. flexin' is like a brain reset, it turns off any smart thots u might accidentally have.
talk bout liftin all da time: bro, if someone tryna talk bout somethin' else, jus say “yo bro, how much u bench tho?” dat’ll stop da convo from gettin smart. always bring it back to da gym, bro. liftin' is life.
grunt loud af: grunt whenever u do stuff, not just in da gym. grunt when u lift, grunt when u open a door, grunt when u stand up. it shows ur serious about bein' a jock bro an it keeps ur brain from thinkin’.
conclusion: welcome to da revolution, bro
bro, now u know how to join da dumbass douchebag revolution. jus think less, lift more, eat simple, an dress like a beast. we don’t need smarts, bro, we jus need gainz. u ready to be part of da swole squad? let’s gooo bro! time to lift and never think again!
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brownied0ll · 1 year ago
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L. O. V. E
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Warning: suggestive at the end | clingy-ish y/n | Just ony | pet names like: ma, mama ,baby ,bae
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“Babyyyy” you dragged the “y” while you shook him just a little bit trying to get his attention “bruh bae move get off me” you made a lil stank face
“why you actin’ like that…” “cuz you shakin’ me knowing I’m playin’ the game, you being extra right now” “YOU extra I didn’t even do nothing ! not too much lil nigga..” you said Under your breath.
But what the crazy thing was… he ain’t even say nothing back like usually he would’ve said “watch ya mouth” or sum like that he just let you walk away!
Once you got off the bed you started walking towards the walk-in closet texting your homegirls back saying “y’all know what? Nvm I will be outside today!” They texted back said they pick you up at 6 it was only 3:46 but you know you take a while to get ready so you wanna start early.
You was in the closet looking threw all them clothes you had, but you wanted to make Ony mad since he wanna act up, so you picked out a certain outfit he probably wasn’t gon like.
He was already confused when he heard the shower starting because he knows your whole schedule and this wasn’t the time you usual start your showers, but he ain’t worry about it he just kept playin his STOOPID game.
But he got even more confused when you were scouring the drawers in front of the tv in your little towel, looking for who knows what, till he saw you bring out a white lacey thong which he didn’t care but he aint see you grab a bra maybe you already had one.. yeah…
You was in the bathroom doing washing your face then started doing skincare, you heard him get off the the bed and go down the stairs, “…boy so you don’t feel the need to come see what I’m doinggg??”
You had thought in your head but you started brushing your teeth then you took off your bonnet, unt unt unt, baby you betta fix dat lace fronttt! which you did it was super cute then you started doing your edges.
Your hair was so cute! You started putting that outfit on, it was 5:27, “DANGG time went fast” you said to yourself quietly then you heard ony coming back in the room walking to towards the bathroom.
“Oh now he wanna see what I’m doing..” you thought to yourself shaking yo head side ta side, he came up behind you and started kissing yo neck and holding it while he other hand went down your stomach.
“damn ma.. you look fine as hell.. where we going?” You was was feelin him but you forgot you was supposed to be mad so you moved his hand from youre stomach and fixed you lashes.
“Mama? I asked you a question.” He said sturnly which kinda turned you on because you love when he got that tone to his voice. “WE not going nowhere. IM going out wit’m homegirls” you said smacking your lips after.
“What’you’mean” he said letting go of you completely “exactly what I said” you took you phone swiping up from the wallpaper of you and ony. Checking your messages and the time. It was 5:53 your home girl texted you that they was almost outside.
“Watch out it’s time fo me to go.” You said with a lil sas he watched you walk away he didn’t stop you, he wanted to! But he didn’t. You started putting your shoes on, with your pretty anklet and the necklace with your name on it.
Your girls was out side so you left, he was mad. You knew he was mad. He was especially mad when he seen your instagram post twerking on one of your homegirls lap. with a caption saying : “if my man don’t wont catch it my bsfs will!” With another video under it of you with someone spreading money on yo back while you twerk.
He thought about running over to that party and picking you up right away. But he didn’t. Cuz you were in for it when you got home. Oh, you was REALLY in for it when you got back.
You friend dropped you off yall did your goodbye kisses & hugs then you was finna put the key in the door but it swung open, a strong arm pulling you in then picking you up.
“Ony whatdafuck??” You said as he threw you on the bed “first you was giving me attitude then you runnin ya mouth AND shakin ya ass on someone else?? You must be crazy. Gon head take off all dat shit like bro.. you ain’t even got a bra on wit that tight ass- mannn you pissing me off more and more.”
You rolled you eyes and started undressing. Let’s just say last night was memorable.
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HEY BABYESSS so if I make a pt2 it probably be of “last night” (I apologize if links don’t work I check every other day ta see jus in case!)
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rissouu · 2 years ago
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Can you do a story with plugony about him and his gf doing a drop off together because she begged to be there with him and one of his female clients start to flirt with her right in front of him and what his reaction would be ?
I. GOT. YOU. LET. ME. COOK.
you sat quietly in the passenger seat as ony went back and forth with some girl through the window. earlier, you had begged him to let you ride around with him to make drops and surprisingly he let you.
usually the overprotective man would say ‘no, i don’t want you around all `dat’ but he wanted to be in your presence right now, so fuck it.
you casually scrolled through your phone— not paying the two any mind. ony was a popular dealer so of course he’d have to deal with female clients as well, you didn’t mind it. but, they did get out of hand at times.
“c’mon bro you knew an eighth was gon’ be thirty, i been told you dat’.” ony was fed up with the annoying girl, she kept asking for him to lower the price. which he wasn’t going to since he let her know how much it was before hand, and she was okay with it.
now she was fucking with his time and his money, shit he never took lightly.
“onyyy don’t be like that.. maybe i can repay you in other ways?” she took one glance at you and cockily smiled, she knew what she was doing. her hands slipped through the car window in an attempt to touch his chest.. but before she could even do so the man slapped her hand away.
“oh this bitch got me-“ you leaned up from your seat—already preparing to whip some ass. evidently you didn’t want to cause ony to lose any clients but, oh fucking well. you weren’t going to let her disrespect you without retaliating, period.
as soon as you reached for the door ony locked it, placing his hand on your thigh in an attempt to cool you down.
“no ony cause she need her ass beat, ion know why she playing wit’ me!” one stern look and a rough squeeze to your thigh was all it took for you to hush. you were still heated of course but it wasn’t worth making your man upset, he didn’t like you fighting at all. you were too pretty for it, honestly.
“i got it mama, let daddy handle it. ight?” you reluctantly nodded before sitting back in your comfortable position. because if your man said he’d handle it, then he would.
ony chuckled lowly while grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, sitting it on the dashboard so that the girl would see it.
“you see my girl sitting right here dawg.. fuck is you playin’ for?” the girl watched him with nothing but pure fear in her eyes as he slowly picked up the gun— aiming it to her head.
“you played wit’ my time.. my money.. and my girl,” ony grinned before nodding his head towards you which took her attention off of him and onto you..
“ain’t she pretty?” instead of answering verbally the girl decided on a simple nod, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or just scared for her life.
“fuck wit’ her again and you dead, now gimmie my thirty broke ass girl”
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rebelliousstories · 1 year ago
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Rightful Spot
Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader
Fandom: X-Men
Request: Yes by Anon
Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Mentions of Fighting
Word Count: 1,521
Main Masterlist: Here
X-Men Masterlist: Here
Summary: After coming back to his timeline and finally joining in on missions, Remy underestimated how powerful cuddles could be.
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Looking back on it now, he could have stuck that landing better. However, the circumstances leading to him having to stick a landing were a bit unforgiving, so it should not have been terribly surprising. Still, falling from the sky and rolling into a dark alleyway was not how Remy wanted his welcome home to be.
He could not complain though. Remy was home. He was back in his own universe, and now had a renewed sense of purpose. Stumbling out into where he could see lights, familiar sights and sounds greeted him like old friends. New Orleans, Louisiana; home sweet home. Gambit was on Bourbon Street, which was always hustling and bustling.
His feet began the trek to who knows where. All he knew was that they were going some place familiar and safe. The man ducked and weaved, making his way effortlessly through the crowds. In his hands, a card was always there, just in case. Further and further from the crowds, his feet took him. Down to where there were some apartment buildings, his brain finally started catching up with his feet. Taking over, Remy bolted up to the top, and began to run across the rooftops to his destination.
Dropping onto the fire escape, he thanked whatever was out there that he managed to keep mostly quiet. Peaking inside the window, he was shocked to see someone was still awake. In fact, multiple someone’s had been awake and moving about the apartment. Remy could not hear what was being said, but he knew those faces. Scott with his red glasses, and Jean with her matching red hair, Storm with her flowing white locks, and her. His cher was sitting there entertaining them all.
She looked like she was exhausted. Not from sleep, but mentally and emotionally tired. She looked like how Remy felt being in the Void. In her hands was a mug of something warm, probably that tea she likes to drink, and one of Gambit’s jackets around her. His heart tugged at the sight, and his lips curled in a smile. She never did do well with the cold.
Picking the lock on the window, Remy silently creeped into the apartment. Their eyes had not noticed the new person in the apartment, but he noticed how quiet it had gotten. Before he could speak, his body was suspended in the air as Jean turned to face the man. But she gasped in shock and let the man go almost immediately. The rest of the party was just a second behind her.
“Now, that ain’t no way to treat da Gambit, no?” His hands began massaging his body as the other people finally reacted to the new arrival. He heard her voice whisper out his name as he stood once more.
“Cher, I’m home. I’m so sorry.” But before he got any closer, Scott stepped in front of the ladies.
“If you really are Gambit, what’s something only he would know, huh? What was the last thing he said to me?” Scott pressed, worried that this might be an imposter.
“Cyclops, really? I just got back, mon ami. We really gonna have us an inquisition right now?” But the man was not swayed.
“What was the last thing Gambit told me?”
The Cajun was looked around for someone to support him not doing this, and just wanted to lay his eyes on his girl again. But he groaned, and wiped a hand over his face in frustration.
“Gambit told ya, ‘I’ll go on the mission. Jean needs ya here. Tell my cher dat I love her.’ That was the last thing I told ya before leaving for that damn mission to go so some recon on the brotherhood.” Everyone stood down. But Scott was still unimpressed.
“Where have you been all this time? And why only come back now?” He continued, even though Jean was tugging at his sleeve.
“Went on dat mission, and touched down in da forest. Didn’t find no brotherhood, but instead some people called da TVA takin’ bunch o’ dem out. Next thing I know, I wake up in da desert in some place called the Void. Been der evea’ since. Den a Deadpool and a Wolverine fought to leave the Void, and bargained for my freedom to come back as well as others. Believe me now, Scott?” Remy was getting fed up with answering questions. All he wanted was to get her in his arms.
Before anyone could speak again, he was nearly knocked over by the weight and force of something hitting him hard and fast. Remy regained his balance and looked down to see his girl squeezing him tight. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Hands landed on his arms, and he found Scott and Jean there on one side, with Storm on the other. Remy pulled the rest of the gang close as he relished this moment he never expected to have again.
After a few months of training, flying back to New York to go live at the school again, and a brief adjustment period to not always being on edge about who or what was going to find him, Gambit was back in the field. He did not do solo missions anymore, but he was excelling in team exercises again. This last one had kicked everyone’s butt though.
What was meant to be a simple mission of going down to help stop a mutant riot in the city, turned into a full scale brawl with the Brotherhood. In the end, they had eventually stopped the riot, but not without acquiring some scratches and bumps. The flight back to the school was a silent one; one where everyone that was not navigating the plane just wanted to rest with their eyes closed, and their brain off.
It was a smooth landing, which was a blessing. But having to walk back up was a curse. Every bone felt ten times heavier, and their feet felt like they were made of lead, but they did it. Bidding his teammates adieu, Remy continued his climb to where their room was. Thankfully, she had moved back into the mansion, having left when Remy disappeared, and was staying in their old room together. It was just like no time had passed.
Creaking the door open, he was delighted to see that she was folding some laundry with music playing somewhere in the background. Upon hearing the footsteps, she looked up, smiled, and abandoned her task.
“Remy, you’re home! Are you alright?” Her arms wrapped around him in a tight hug that made him groan.
“Ease up, cher. Ol’ Gambit done had the card house dropped on him.” Pulling away, she saw that a bruise was starting to form right underneath his chin. She traced a feather light touch over it, and furrowed her brows.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” She pleaded, worried to see what other marks he had gained in the afternoon that he had been gone.
“Non, cher. Just finish wit’ dem clothes so we can lay down, yeah? Gonna go get out of my suit now.” Gambit pressed a kiss to her lips, but was careful over the split he felt in the corner. While he went to the bathroom to change, she resumed her task of getting the laundry done.
Her mind was distracted, and worried about her lover that was just on the other side of the door. She could hear his groans and hisses, especially once the water started and he was underneath the stream. Setting out a loose shirt, and an equally loose pair of pajama pants, she went to work putting the rest of the clothes away while waiting for him to come out.
The door opened, and she just had to turn to see. Bruises started darkening already, and there were some minor scrapes, but that seemed to be the brunt of his injuries. With a towel loose around his hips, he grabbed the clothes from the bed, and sent his lover a wink. Not a seductive or even teasing wink, but rather a way to say thank you. He disappeared back into the bathroom, and she changed herself to something a bit more comfortable. As she was pulling the covers back from the bed, Remy emerged once more, with damp hair, and a fresh set of clothes on.
Gambit crawled into the plush bed, and sunk into it with a groan. She giggled, but crawled in beside her lover all the same. His arms, no matter how bruised or sore, opened wide to accept her right where she was supposed to be. They were facing each other, and her hands were tucked up against his chest to keep her close. One arm under her neck, and one around her waist, Remy kept her as close as humanly possible.
“Je t’aime, cher.” Remy whispered, pressing a kiss to her hairline as they began to drift off.
“I love you too, Remy.” She replied, feeling perfectly at peace in her spot with her lover.
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