#imma kick yo ass for eating that apple

[marxxymoon]

---- shark week is upon me. bare with me while i fight this.

[babybratzmaraj]

Agora Hills

Marshawn Lynch starring as Himself

You starring as Yourself

Summary: You and Marshawn are in New York! You two returned to the hotel room to indulge in some beautiful activities

This fic contains: stronggg sexual content, heavy amounts of negro tongue,lil bit of drug use, you get called a bitch once, pet names, some nasty shit thanks to my clit!

A/N: I have no words. imma whore and the world shall know I'm such, under this name LKJHGFVBNJK like comment reblog for more, and as always folks, have a black ass day.

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Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

You walked into the hotel room with Marshawn trailing behind you smiling at your giddiness. Marshawn had a business opportunity to expand his ‘Beast Mode’ franchise and wanted you to come, fuck that, he forced you to come along with him. He loved you dearly and be damned if he left yo pretty ass at home, so he dragged you to the big apple, New York City! Didn’t think you’d love it but you were having fun and enjoying yourself, your man made sure of that.

“That fuckin’ manly ass boy kept taking up space in that fuck ass elevator,” You finally said what was on your mind. You, Your man, a family of 4, and a 6-foot man crowded the elevator and you were tired of it already, your man shielded you once he realized that you were uncomfortable around him. He was just standing too fuckin close.

“Glad you waited till you was in here, I damn near had to cover your mouth in that damn thing.” He rolled his eyes plopping down on the bed and you giggled at how many times he had to squeeze your hand on that long elevator ride to keep your mouth shut.

You kicked off your jeans and joined him on the bed, straddling him, smiling at each other before you laid your head on his chest. “Lemme get a taste baby,” you heard him beg, taking his big long arms and grabbing two handfuls of your ass, massaging them both softly.

“No!” You laughed

“Why not?”

“Because I’m dirty! we been out all day, been sweating and shit, bout ready to throw this wig off and call it a night.”

“Ain't nun wrong with a little seasoning,” he shrugged his shoulders as you erupted into laughter.

He didn’t care if you were sweating all day, freezing your tits off, or sat down too long, if he wanted to eat you, he would, and you would love every single millisecond of it, life too short to not enjoy some head every now and then from someone. You rose up and sat perfectly in his lap, flipping your hair over into a side part, you fiddled with your nails to avoid eye contact.

Your trip prep consisted of cheap but good shit, your nails came from Walmart, your wig came from Amazon, and the clothes you wore you were either forced to buy when you touched down in new york or his clothes he didn’t care if you wore, He didn’t like the shit one bit, ‘the best shit for my favorite woman’ is what he would alllllways say when he caught you buy shit from the low, but you felt bad, you didn’t grow up with shit and hated asking others for help, you didn’t like being dependent on other people because you were afraid of them throwing it back into your face.

But he was different, he wanted to spoil you, he wanted you to have his card and enjoy yourself, get you a fat burrito bowl from Chipotle with a side of Fries and a Hi-C from McDonald’s, it felt nice but you hated him spending his money on you.

“Come here,” he said, raising to help you off the bed and readjust his shirt that you wore, and man you wore it good. You wore his jersey from his football days and you were shocked that you could fit it and it fit you well, hugging your curves and hiding your tummy, which he hated but he wanted you to be his happy princess.

He held your hand all the way to the balcony, looking down at the tiny world, the giddy people walking around, the cars and taxi cabs zooming around and cutting corners, everyone looked like legos and you chuckled at every other person doing emotes and shit.

“Look at this,” he trailed behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, holding you tightly like a warm teddy bear. “This shit is beautiful, even the sky,” You look up and damn it was beautiful. The clouds danced with the stars, twinkling to a rhythm that Black Jesus had his choir sing to the heavens rooftops, the sunset shining through the colorful sky and painting an ethereal picture right in front of your eyes. You were glad he picked the 16th floor just for this view, you’d do anything to see it on a daily basis.

He spun you around and your eyes met his, you saw the sunshine on his face, giving his skin golden kisses all over his face. You gave him quick pecks on the cheek but he wanted more, he grabbed the right side of your face and guided it to his lips, kissing you so sloppily and beautifully, his tongue dancing with yours as he held you closer to him, his hunger for you growing more and more.

You whined as he pulled away from the kiss, leaning forward to get more of him. “Pleaseee, I want some moreee.”

“Why you being impatient? and Do you not know your words?” He questioned you, throwing your head in a frenzy.

He cupped your face in his hand and placed more kisses on you, trailing them from your neck down to your stomach.

“I love when you wear my jersey, I love it even more when I get to fuck you in it.” He smiled up at you and you met him with a flustered grin. Another thing he loved was you wearing his clothes, at first he hated it because you kept taking his good clothes, but the more you took, the more he fell in love with the idea, even to the point that he would take you shopping with him and purposely pick the clothes you chose because you both knew you were going to steal it.

He tugged your panties off, you shook your legs to make it easier for him. A cool breeze distracted you by sending shivers throughout your body. He hooked your left leg onto his shoulder as he dove into you, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again.

You threw as your hair blew with the wind, dancing in the breeze as he ate you earnestly, moving his tongue wherever your body moved too. You moaned into the air as a smile grew wider on your face, you gyrated your hips in a circle, chasing his tongue around to get him to where you wanted him to be. “Fuck,” You hissed when he finally inserted his two middle fingers inside of you, pumping them deep into you.

He unhooked your leg from his shoulder as he rose to tower you, not fuckin up his motion, he gripped your throat and smushed his lips on yours, his tongue desperately searching for yours but you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut long enough.

He jerked your head forward to look him in his eyes, “You finna cum babygirl? You finna cum all over daddy’s fingers?”

“Yes, Yes, Fuck yes!” You chanted while fucking his fingers, the corner of his lips pulling into a devilish smirk.

He loved watching you cum, the way your body danced with your orgasms, your moans turning into whimpers of pleasure right down to your eyes fluttering like a butterfly in a field of beautiful flowers, You were the flower and he was the boy frolicking through the field enjoying every second of it.

You gripped his shoulder for support with your back pressed against the railing, You opened your eyes to the sight of the beautiful sunset, which was the last thing you saw before he pulled an orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb on your clit and making tiny circles on it. Twitching with every move he made, you grabbed his wrist to steady his hand.

“Fuck, Baby pleaseee,” You begged but he did not listen. Marshawn was a pleaser, always has been always will be, he will not stop until he felt like you were pleased, and you weren’t just yet.

He turned you around so now your tummy was pressed against the railing. He pressed himself against you, sticking his fingers in your mouth, moaning at you suckling on his fingers, “Fuck, Bet you imagined it was me huh?”

“Mhm,” You moaned around his fingers, letting out small yelps every time his hand connected with your asscheeks. He took his fingers out of your mouth to prop your hands on the railing, parting your legs a decent distance, he dropped his pants to free his eager member.

“You think you can stay like this for Daddy?” he asked you, grabbing your hips to perk your butt in the air. He squatted down to take one long look at your pussy, glistening with your essence in the sunset light.

He gave your pussy a couple of licks and kisses before raising up, looking at you, hanging your head low, in desperate need to feel him, to fill you up, to paint a pretty picture inside you. He lined himself up against your wet entrance, preparing his canvas with his precum.

You moaned softly at him slowly filling you up as your eyes fluttered shut, throwing one hand behind you to push him back only resulting in your arm getting pinned behind your back. “You can take me, baby, Just let me take care of you,”

“Nooo,” You protested but it was no good. He was always big, always girthy, and always ready to give it all to you. You’d always fight with him about how much you couldn’t take him, but he’d fucked the worry right out of you.

You felt his free hand wrap around your throat, pushing more into you, finally settling all of his inches in, you clutched around him, snickering at the little moans that escaped his mouth. He planted his feet on the ground and started to fuck you relentlessly, starting at your ass as he watched his lower half collide with your ass, watching it ripple repeatedly was the most satisfying sight he could’ve ever laid eyes on.

You moaned silently to be mindful of the other residents of this hotel but he wasn’t having none of that,

“Nuh-uh,” He moaned in a low tone, propping his leg on the chair, rocking his hips into you slowly to make you talk. “Lemme hear you, let the world know good I’m making my bitch feel.” you granted his wish, letting all of the moans you suppressed leave your mouth.

He paused his motion, slowly sliding out of you and back in. He releases his grip from your throat and you drop your head, flipping your hair back to get the few strands stuck on your face by the sweat off.

You hear him walking away from you, watering your curiosity about what he was going to do. You look back at him to see him remove his pants and take off his shirt. Adjusting his chain he walked back out to the balcony.

“C’mere,” He commanded, squatting down on one of the chairs that was set out on the balcony, stroking himself while looking directly into your eyes.

You smile as you drop to your knees not breaking eye contact, he smacks his thick dick on your lips, the corners of his mouth raising more by the minute.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, giving him sultry looks before you took him in your mouth, moaning around him savoring the taste of both of your juices combined.

He let out a deep rugged groan at the feeling of your mouth, moving your hair out of your face, he looked at you with hunger in his eyes.

You wrapped your hands around his dick, jerking him and sucking him at a medium pace. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised you in a low growl making you leak onto your thighs. Grabbing your head, he began to thrust himself into your mouth, making you take him deeper and deeper into your throat, making gag noises as he stroked languidly.

You feel him twitch in your throat, signaling that he was close. You put your hands behind your back and looked up at a cheesing Marshawn. “You look so fuckin’ pretty taking me mamas.” He moaned before throwing his head back in pleasure. He only had a few strokes left before he came in your throat, letting out those soft masculine moans that you love so fucking much.

He let out a few more before bobbing your head up and down on him, fuckin his cum further down your throat.

You slowly take him out as you swallow whatever was left, giving him innocent smiles and gave his dick a few kisses. “Damn baby,” he panted, lowering his head to give you quick pecks on the lips, leading down to your collarbone as he reached around to grab a handful of your ass.

You got off your knees and hooked your leg on the chair's railings, aligning him with your entrance, you hooked your other leg as you slid down on him slowly. “Shitttttt,” he curses under his breath at the feeling of you, the two of you moaning as your hunger has been restored.

You braced yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck, bouncing in his lap at a quick pace. He moaned directly into your ear to fuel you more and it did, you loved it when he moaned, every time he moaned anything or sound made you get more riled up, it was your dick and you could do whatever you wanted to it, and you proudly did your shit.

“Fuck, this pussy so good. taking all of daddy’s dick,” he said, snaking his arm up to grip your throat, making you hold eye contact while you continue to ride him. The air felt more humid, the sun still peeking through as a ray of sunshine displayed his chocolate skin glistening with sweat, brightening up his dark brown eyes to a beautiful bright brown.

You felt his twitch inside you and his body tense up, “You better not nut baby, not till I get mines.” You commanded and he obliged, rolling his eyes at your dirty words. “God why you fuckin me like this?” he threw the question in the air making you slow down, gyrating your hips as you slowly bounced up and down, giggling at his face and whimpering that left his plumped lips.

“Aw come on baby,” you cooed at his whimpers, “Can’t take it?”

“I’ll show you who can’t take it,” he said, hooking his arms around your legs and picking you up and flipping you two around so now that you were on the bottom, dangling his chain in your face, he started to fuck you with content in his eyes.

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull as you felt him hitting your spot over and over again. “Oh fuck!” you cursed into the air resulting in a smile from Marshawn. “Aw Come on baby, What’s wrong? Can’t take all of me?” he growled, making the pit in your stomach grow wilder.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I’m finna cum!” you chanted over and over again.

“Hold it- J-just a little bit l-longer.” he threw his head back pleading, matching his strokes with your whimpers.

You hated when he didn’t let you cum, even when you wanted to soooo bad you knew you couldn’t disobey him, the punishment would’ve been something to tell the captain.

He dropped his head to see you cry tears of pleasure, in love with the beautiful sight of you taking him and all of him, he could look at this all day long. “Cum.” was all that was needed as you both had your climax together, the sounds leaving his mouth sounded like heaven to your ears and harmonized with yours as he painted your walls with his cum.

He softly collapsed on top of you still inside you, holding you close as he rocked his hips into you. “Oh my god,”

“Oh my god indeed.” He laughed, giggling at you whimpering as he slowly pulled out, his nut oozing out of your pussy.

He left the balcony for a few minutes and returned with a warm towel to wipe you clean, planting kisses on your forehead as he sat beside you on the other chair, grabbing the blunt from earlier that was resting in the ashtray.

You flipped over to your side and stared at him, admiring what kind of man you scored, you felt like the most luckiest girl in the world to have him, to be cared about, to feel loved, to be adored by someone who didn’t care how big you were, you were his, wasn’t nothing changing that.

You two started at the sunset with each other taking turns to hit the blunt, it wasn't a damn thing that could dim your happiness, not even a negative Nancy that was yelling at you two from below, you both snickering before running back inside the room, shutting the door and jumping into bed.

fin♥️

[a-solitary-marshmallow]

Baby Take a Bow - Chapter 4

Taako grumbled as he tossed bits and pieces around the kitchen. So much for kicking back this cycle. He’d spent all morning combing the woods with Lup and Merle only to come up empty-handed, and then Davenport had the audacity to stick him with babysitting for the afternoon! Just great.

Tot-Magnus trailed after him over the tiles. “Watcha doing?”

“Cooking.”

“Watcha cooking?”

“Surprise.”

“Oh.” Magnus paused in the middle of the kitchen and started to gnaw on his thumb nervously. The little demon would chew through it at this rate. Taako conjured a rubber chewie toy shaped like an elephant and popped it into Magnus’s mouth in passing. The kid let out a surprised sound.

Taako dropped his bucket of apples onto the bench and started peeling with a practiced hand. Magnus, chewing absently on his toy, wandered over and crawled onto a chair to peek at what Taako was doing.

“Apples!” Magnus crowed excitedly. “Why are there so many?”

“They’ll go bad if we leave them for too long and this planet has plenty of fruit already, so I’m using them all up.”

“Can I help?”

“Sure, pass ‘em to me, my man.”

Soon Taako had finished peeling and chopping the apples into pieces. Magnus watched the quick knifework with stars in his eyes. Next came the rhubarb, and then he swept them into a pot to stew and started working on the crumble. He darted around the kitchen to retrieve the ingredients he needed.

Magnus watched him curiously from his chair, still gnawing happily on his chewie toy. At one point he dropped it and Taako caught it with a quick mage hand. He conjured a cord, strung the toy with it and tossed the chewie-necklace around Magnus’s neck to stop him dropping it again. Magnus cooed happily.

Taako dropped the measured ingredients and a bowl in front of the kid.

“Alright, time to make yourself useful ya little nuisance. I want that mixed together, and if you use your hands to do it you’ll be eating Merle’s cooking for a week.”

Magnus giggled and got to work mixing with entirely the wrong kind of spoon. Still, better than using his grubby mitts. Taako got to work on making ice cream. None of that store-bought shit. Just because the shops on the last plane sold that crap didn’t mean he had to buy it. Taako wished he’d had time to school that prissy ice-cream-man on how to make proper ice cream. The guy would have been weeping at his feet.

The crumble was well and truly stirred, but Magnus seemed pretty happy going at it so Taako let him continue. It wasn’t like crumble could get over mixed. While the ice cream was freezing and the fruits were stewing away, Taako made a decision.

“Alright, move over, short stuff.” He retrieved the bowl of crumble and slapped down a ball of cookie dough that he’d left to sit in the fridge last night. “You want sugar highs? Of course you do, you brat. What you wanna do is roll out the dough, like so, cut it into shapes, and put it on this tray, capishe?”

“Okay.” Magnus said brightly.

“Well hurry up, pumpkin, we don’t have all day.” Taako waved his hand and went off to start constructing the apple crumble and put it in to bake. The few times he passed Magnus, the kid was hard at work. Ha – that’d show Barold. Who occupies a kid with painting skulls? Of course Taako was the far superior babysitter. He was probably Magnus’s favourite, too.

Or he better be, after feeding the critter. Taako refused to let his ears blush at the thought of being the favourite.

“Ko!” Magnus squeaked. Taako ducked over to glance at the cookie-dough shapes on the tray. “Look, I did it!”

“Choice, my man. What are they?”

“That one’s a cookie.” Magnus said very seriously.

“Uh, yeah, no duh. What’s the shape?”

“It’s shaped like a cookie, duh!” Magnus screwed up his stupidly adorable face. “And this one’s a monster, and this one’s the ship,” He pointed out a couple others that Taako lost track of, “and this one’s your hat!”

Taako looked dubiously at a vaguely pointy-looking shape. “This one, huh?”

Magnus beamed at him.

“…good job, honeybun. Looks just like the real deal. What do you say we put these bad boys in the oven, then we can ice them?”

 By the end of the afternoon Taako had a tray of shitty-looking cookies, a dish of apple crumble and a tub of ice cream to show for it, just in time to pawn Magnus off on someone else while beginning to make dinner. He flagged down a passing Merle.

“Yo, Merle, come take the shortstuff for a while. I’ve got actual cooking to do.”

Merle waddled over and Magnus looked distraught. “What? But we were having so much fun!”

“Yeah, pumpkin, but Taako’s got work to do.” Taako opened the fridge and reached for the vegetable compartment – only to feel something small latch onto his leg.

“Please don’t make me go! I wanna stay here with you!” Magnus wailed.

Of course kid Magnus would be throwing temper tantrums. Adult Magnus was like, the most childish person Taako knew, and he was an adult.

Taako just wasn’t used to how small he was now, how tiny and fragile and trusting he was. How badly he wanted company, Taako’s company. Taako very carefully did not turn around and did not let Merle see how his eyes were prickling. The stupid dwarf seemed to notice anyway.

“I’ll just leave the baby with you.” He snickered. Taako could feel his cheeks and ears blush furiously. He didn’t turn around until the sounds of Merle’s waddling footsteps had retreated from the kitchen.

Taako took a deep breath, blinking hard to clear his eyes before swiveling around to glance at the human child still attached to his leg. Magnus was sniffling and looked ten seconds away from a full meltdown.

“Jeez, all you had to do was ask, no need to throw a tantrum. You wanna help me make dinner for everyone?”

Magnus sniffed and nodded.

“Cool. Imma need you to let go of Taako’s leg, then we’ve got a lasagna to make. Let’s cook some gourmet fucking food.” He paused. “Shit, don’t repeat that. Wait, don’t say that either.”

“Don’t say gourmet?” Magnus asked weakly.

“Err, no, you can say that.”

“You mean ‘fuck’?”

“You wash your mouth out with soap, young man. Now get over here and wash your grubby hands too, before you touch any of my food that’s not gonna be peeled.”

“Okay!” Magnus, bright once again and with only a few tear tracks remaining from his tantrum, scurried over to the sink. Taako most definitely did not swipe tears from his traitor eyes.

Babysitting was stupid. If anyone tried to take Magnus away he was gonna cast Magic Missile on their kid-stealing ass.