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🤎Imani🤎 Black 24 (L)GBTQ+ She/They I love Black Women, Science and Nerdy shit💚🖤🤎

[blackgcomica]

Finally finished with school. At least for this year😭. I plan on being so much more active one here. I also realize I never really introduced myself……

Imani🤎, she/they? ( gender is such a complicated thing honestly😐)

BLACK just in case it wasn’t obvious

I don’t write but I like to give random idea that anyone can use. Probably going to start that up again.

And yaaaaaa, I have no idea what else to write😎👍🏾

[datzznastyy]

[knifenymph]

GOOD THINGS ARE COMING

GOOD THINGS ARE HAPPENING

BETTER THINGS ARE COMING

BETTER THINGS ARE HAPPENING

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Ain't Nothing Changed

pairing: riri ✘ black!reader

summary: you should've known that a breakup wouldn't keep riri away.

contents: smut (18+), public sex, riri begging, twinge of angst

tags: @kisskobii @dejaonline @prettymrswright @vixentheplanet @sapphicvqmpires @astroeliza @uhwhatsay @blackgcomica @6-noir @quintessencewrites @pvnks0ul @fentibeauty @idkijjustlovethisapp @naijagrl @onyxstones-world @sweetalittleselfish-honey @lyfeofbilly @watchyourmouthorgetslapped @animalisticjazz @mrsudakuwilliams99 @mariquitaaa @impinkalicious @bluejay2503 @shuririsart @mitchesmoon @chivgf @criaaturaa @tashasdaydream

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: hii guys, i miss y'all, hope you're having a great summer! i wrote this a while ago and just found it so i'm posting it. i miss riri terribly and i figured y'all did too. it's not nothing too crazy, but yeah.

The bookstore was always quiet on Friday afternoons. Presumably because everyone was off getting ready for whatever party, or other social gathering was underway later in the night.

You liked the bookstore on Friday afternoons for this reason.

You got to sit behind the counter and finish your book on the clock. It couldn't get any more fulfilling than that—losing yourself in another world—becoming entirely enthralled by the budding love story between Hella, a tempting demoness, and Otasia, the warrior destined to destroy her.

Forbidden lovers, fated to fall for each other, despite every odd being purposely positioned against them.

Rarely did you have time to read for pleasure in between classes, so you always seized the opportunity on Fridays. Your manager Dahlia had left early, something about her kid getting into a fight at school, and she'd asked you to close. There were three bodies in the store, two girls chatting near the fantasy section, and yourself. Well, four, if you counted your coworker Jean who was most definitely out back smoking by the dumpsters.

He'd invited you to join him, but you had been too offended by the absurd request to answer him with words. You'd assumed the sour way you wrinkled your nose spoke well enough, because he'd stumbled away awkwardly, his ego barely intact as he mumbled, “Damn, a nigga just tryna be nice.”

It took zero effort on your part to brush him off. You pushed your glasses back up, returning to the fantastical world in your book without a second thought. You'd made it to the part in the story where Otasia and her army were plotting to invade the Demon realm. She knew it was dangerous, because she knew Hella was dangerous—deadly. And her army wouldn't stand a chance against the demoness, or the other vengeful souls Hella had enslaved to do her bidding.

Otasia felt stuck, torn between protecting her people from her lover, and staying loyal to Hella. She knew, despite her unyielding power, this invasion would hurt Hella, and it would be the only wound she would be incapable of healing from.

And what would her army think of her, had they known of the internal conflict she was battling now? How could she ever face their families after knowingly leading them down into the depths of hell, only to watch them die?

“Oh em geee! We just finished that book, we can't wait for book three!”

You peeled your attention away from the pages, slightly annoyed as you lifted your head, eyes following the sound of the ongoing shrieking. It was the two girls who were previously browsing the shelves. They stood before you now, eyes wide and bulging with excitement as they continued yapping about the book you were clearly still reading.

“Do you think Otasia will really betray Hella?” The one with circular wired glasses asked, directing the question at you. “Like, I can't see her doing that. She knows everything that Hella has been through, and how hard it is for her to trust anyone.”

“Yeah, but what about Otasia's army? Their families? How could she betray them? How can she betray the princess of her kingdom?” The other girl chimed in. She had smooth onyx skin, and a golden septum ring dangling from her nose.

Glasses girl rolled her eyes, “Oh please, you're only saying that because you secretly ship Otasia and princess Kiylera.”

“Not so secretly.” Septum ring admitted, grin widening.

They'd completely excluded you from the discussion as they bickered amongst themselves about which love interest deserved Otasia's heart, not that you were ever a willing participant in the conversation to begin with though.

You were growing more annoyed by the second, and you figured you had to put a stop to their insufferable whining before they ended up spoiling the entire novel for you.

“Hey!” The word came out louder, and more charged than you meant for it to, but it startled them into silence. “How can I help you ladies today?”

Your voice morphed into something chipper, and you adjusted your glasses on the bridge of your nose.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted an all too... familiar silhouette, leaning against the self-help shelf. Their nose was tucked behind a trashy romance novel that you definitely rated 2 stars for plot (and 5 for spice, but no one besides you and the universe needed to know that), and you quirked a brow, biting back a smirk.

Your attention drifted back to the over eager, obviously freshman girls, and you chuckled a little, noticing their smiles had yet to fade. You cleared your throat, indicating they could speak now.

“Sorry,” Glasses girl started, “We really are so sorry. We just wanted to know if there were any tickets left for the author signing next weekend? We know Shawna Lee is going to be here, promoting book three,” She pointed to the book you were still holding, just as you shut it closed.

“Her website is sold out, but we emailed her publicist and we were told we could probably get tickets directly from the store…” Her voice trailed off, and her cheeks began to redden.

You eyed them up and down for a moment, your stare intimidating. You could tell they were a tad bit nervous, though it wasn't your intention to make them so. You were amused more than anything, and judging from the soft, quiet chuckles coming from behind them, so was your uninvited visitor.

“We don't start selling the tickets until Monday morning. First come first serve.” You deadpanned, offering nothing more.

It was then that you finally witnessed the gentle smiles slip off the girls lips, replaced by utter disappointment.

“Oh.” They both spoke in unison.

And you had to admit, the action was not as satisfying as you'd anticipated.

“But…” You continued, watching as hope climbed its way back up their fallen features. “I can set two tickets off to the side for you. If you can pay right now.”

They both cheered. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! I'll literally sell you all my internal organs right now!” Septum ring shouted.

“Calm down. I don't need your organs. Just–”

“Right. Right. Shit, my bad. Of course, right.”

Glasses girl nudged septum ring in the stomach. “Be chill, Zia.”

“Forty dollars. Each.” You finished.

Glasses girl blinked, “But the website said–”

“And I'm saying forty.”

After some shuffling, they agreed to the price, once they realized you weren't planning on budging. They coughed up the cash happily, and trotted out the store hand in hand.

“Wow, you drive a hard bargain, don't you, gorgeous?”

You bit your lip, trying, and failing in your attempt not to grin back at her, “Riri. I didn’t hear you come in.” You cleared your throat.

Her hands played at her sides as she inched closer to the register, slowly placing the romance novel she’d been holding on to the counter. She maintained eye contact with you all the while, on purpose of course, her sole goal being to cause your face to flame.

You had to regrettably admit it was working.

“Yeah, I bet you didn't. You was too busy extorting them freshman girls.”

Your eyes rolled playfully, “Wouldn't call it extortion.”

Riri placed her elbows on the glass countertop, eyes dancing as she held your gaze. “What would you call it then?”

“I’ll Tell You When the Lights Go Down.” You whispered, eyes misted with suggestion.

Riri choked a little on the air, the action causing you to giggle. “You’ll what?” She questioned, curiosity coloring her face.

“Your book.” You let your eyes pan down to the novel she had previously placed before you, reading the title out loud. “I’ll Tell You When the Lights Go Down.”

When you lifted your gaze back up to her, her eyes had melted down to a cool brown, her smile indicating she had been caught, though she harbored no shame about it.

“Right, I uh,” She cleared her throat, “I was gonna buy it…”

You nodded, playing along with her ruse, “Uhuh.”

“Yeah, cause I remember you reading it, and telling me it was like good, n’shit so. I was gon see if you was right.”

You narrowed your eyes, lips pursed as you concealed the smirk threatening to make itself known. “You remember me saying that?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just ring you up then.”

Riri nodded, “Go ahead. Been dying to read this one.”

You couldn't help but shake your head at her. You grabbed the book, sliding it across the scanner until it beeped. “Thirty twenty five.”

She gasped, “For one book? You're fucking with me, right?”

“Fraid not.” You spun the screen around to show her with a shrug. “It’s a special edition. You didn't see the sticker on the cover when you picked it up? Or the price on the back?”

You lifted the book, pointing out the shiny metallic sticker that read “SPECIAL COLLECTORS EDITION” in bold letters stuck to the front. Then you flipped it over, showing her the price before tax.

Riri Williams was stubbornness personified. She could just admit she had zero intention of buying the book in the first place, that she had no clue the book existed before today, and that she grabbed it because it was the first thing she laid eyes on upon entering the store, but you already knew she wouldn't do that. It went against her very nature—the act would fundamentally damage her psyche.

“Of course I did.” She snapped back, causing you to raise a brow. “I mean, I wouldn’t have brought it up here had I not known the price.”

“I’m sure you wouldn't have.” You smirked.

Riri fished her phone out of her back pocket, tapping the device against the card reader until it chimed, signifying the transaction was completed. You moved to bag her book, handing it to her a little too giddily, and she noted your smugness.

“What you doing later?” She asked, leaning her hip against the counter. She’d slipped effortlessly back into her armor of nonchalance, eyeing you intently.

“Why?”

The shorter girl shrugged, chewing on her lip slightly. “Lemme take you out.”

Your scoff was immediate, her statement coaxing a huff of dry laughter from your throat. “Take me out? Seriously?”

“Why not?” She didn't seem to understand at all why you would meet her foolish suggestion with hostility. You’d be annoyed if she didn't look so fucking sexy right now.

Her skin glowed like honey. She looked soft—smelled sweet. Her mouth taunted you with its fullness, and her curly fro was almost hypnotic the way it swayed ever so slightly each time she turned her head.

Your gaze dropped down to her neck, and the gold jewelry tied around it. You almost cursed under your breath when you noticed the pendant—a shiny letter ‘R.’

She still wore it—the necklace you bought for her birthday. That day felt like forever ago, but your ever-present feelings reminded you that it had not been. Months, more like. Two to be exact.

“You know why, Riri.” You managed to grit out, stepping from behind the counter. You trotted over to the boxes of new releases Jean was supposed to shelf once he returned from his fifteen minute break, which was supposed to be over thirty minutes ago.

She was on your heels, trailing behind you as you maneuvered between the bookshelves. “What? Cause of that nigga? You still with him?”

“You still with Gabrielle?” You shot back, sounding a little more defensive than you should've.

Fuck, you were playing right into her hands, just like she had undoubtedly planned.

“I fucked her once, you know that.”

She flinched when you narrowed your eyes, “Okay, twice.”

Again, you cut your eyes at her, unconvinced.

“Fine! Three times, but that's it, I swear!” She confessed. “I was never with Gabbie. She was just there when you weren't.”

You wheeled the cart of books down another aisle, not even bothering to acknowledge her ramblings.

“Fucking someone is not the same as getting into a whole relationship with someone else.” She whisper-shouted, “With a nigga at that. We ain't even been broken up for more than two minutes.”

You spun to face her, irritation shocking your pupils, “It's been two fucking months, Riri!”

“Same thing.”

“And how long after we broke up did you wait to get your dick wet–”

Jean appeared in the shelves then, stopping you mid question, “Okay, I’m finna head out.” He looked between you and Riri, then back to you, “Unless you need me to stay? Help you close?”

You sighed, “No Jean, you can go. I'm good.”

“You sure? Cause I can–”

“Aye, you ain't heard her when she said she was good?” Riri’s irritation was bursting at the seams.

You looked at him, silently apologizing with your eyes, “I am, good. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He only nodded, not bothering to say goodbye as he turned to leave. You heard the bell on the door ding, and then a loud thud of the door slamming, rattling the thin walls and rickety book cases in the small store.

You were alone with her now, in the last place you wanted to be.

“Why you always gotta be a fucking asshole to every damn body, Ri? This why I broke up with yo ass in the first fucking place. And you got the nerve to come to my job asking to take me out and shit? Fuck no.”

Your words paralyzed her, frosted her feet to the floor. Her eyes were shifting, darting back and forth at rapid speed like they were having trouble computing. Her pupils were blown wide—far more expressive than you’d ever seen them. It wasn't difficult to identify her hurt. Riri was skilled in many areas, but concealing her emotions would forever be her downfall.

And as much as you cared, as much as you wanted to take her pain away, tell her you didn't mean it, you couldn't. Because pieces of you did mean it. The pieces that were harmed far too many times by her careless actions.

The cart squeaked as you wheeled it away, turning the corner to stock a new row of psychological thrillers, a genre you’d recently gotten familiar with. Ironically, you'd only started reading them after the breakup, needing something far removed from your usual love for fantasy-romance.

You heard the pitter-patter of small feet rounding the corner to meet you where you stood, but you hadn't turned to look at her.

“I– I’m sorry…”

She posed it as a question. Like she wasn't sure if she truly was… sorry. You could tell, from the dampness in her tone, that she wanted to be. Though, you weren't sure her desire to be outweighed her ability.

“I hate that I hurt you. I'm sorry I lied to you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Whatever you say, Riri.”

“Can you just… look at me, please?” Her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence, and you thought maybe, your heart did too.

But you soon remembered, that your shattered heart had not yet mended itself, and that crack you thought you felt had just been the never ending throb you could never outrun when it came to her. It was a warning, from your bruised organ, alerting you to steer clear, resist, do not engage, withstand temptation—all of the above—all at once.

You did not heed. Because her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence, and so did your defenses.

When you inevitably turned to face Riri, she wore the deepest of frowns, and your immediate thought was to kiss it away, because it did not belong there. You didn't though, and it took everything you had.

You met her gaze, taking in the darkness invading her eyes, the regret occupying the space.

Riri moved closer to you, making you flinch a little when she reached for your hand. You could tell she was biting back a smirk, pleased with your reaction.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” Her fingers wove into yours, and she lifted your entangled arms, slowly guiding you backwards until your shoulders were pressed up against a row of Freida McFadden books. “I need to know how I can make you believe it, baby.”

Air caught in your throat, rendering you breathless as you stared down at her. You groaned a little when she stepped closer, pressing her chest tightly to yours. “I don't think there's any way you can, Ri. Not this time.” You should look away, avert her gaze. You should push her away, kick her out of the store entirely.

But you both knew you wouldn't.

She had you right where she planned to—and you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Riri looked down through the very thin space between you, marveling at your heaving chest, then her eyes climbed back up to your face, and she smirked deviously. “I’m sure I can think of something.” She whispered seductively.

“What are you–”

Before you could respond though, Riri’s mouth was on yours, hot and heavy, kissing you with everything she had. And you reciprocated her fervor without pause, lapping at her tongue and moaning into her every exhale.

“Ri…” You breathed, but she shushed you with her mouth again.

Her fingers traveled down your abdomen, stopping, and hovering over the button on your jeans. She made sure to ask for permission before proceeding, and you nodded enthusiastically, needing to feel her for the first time in forever.

Once your button was undid, and your zipper was pushed down, Riri slipped a warm hand into your pants, cupping your damp heat over your panties. She stroked your clit in the laziest way, intent on making the wet spot on the fabric spread faster.

Her lips enveloped your throat as you squirmed for her. “Mhmm, that's it baby. That feel good, don't it?”

You bobbed your head vigorously, and she chuckled into the crook of your neck. You felt her fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, she tugged it back, and the stretchy fabric snapped against your skin when she let it go, causing you to screech.

“Ouch! Riri, what the fu–”

Two slender digits were buried deep inside you before you could finish. She pumped them steadily, stroking your walls in the way only she knew you liked.

“Sorry baby.” She breathed against your chest with a low giggle, “Let me make it up to you. Let me make you come, please?”

You didn't have words to give, only whines, and whimpers, and she gladly accepted those as she stretched your wet pussy out. “Fuck… I missed this. Missed how wet you get for me.”

Her thumb smoothed over your throbbing clit as she fucked you deep against the creaking shelves. Neither of you cared—you were both chasing one thing—your release.

“I’m sorry I suck so much.” She whispered, sliding her tongue up the column of your throat, making you shudder. “I'm sorry I took you, and this pretty pussy for granted.” Her fingers knocked against your g-spot, and your eyes rolled.

“You're the best thing to ever happen to me, and I hate myself for letting you slip away.”

You moved to slide your pants down below your knees so she could dig further into you, making her grin from ear to ear. “That's my good girl.” She praised.

The once quiet store was now packed to the brim with not only books, but the lewd sounds of Riri fucking you senseless as she begged tirelessly for your forgiveness. Usually, she was the one who made you beg, but this was a shift you could get used to.

Her fingers exited your dripping hole, prompting you to gasp involuntarily. She had fallen to her knees in front of you, sucking sinfully on the sticky mess you left behind on her fingers as she held your stare. “I’m so fucking sorry, gorgeous.”

She ran a thumb through your folds one last time before attaching her lips to your swollen clit.

“Mmm, f-fuck, Ri.”

She swallowed your pussy, licking and lapping everything you gave her, moaning into your flesh each time you twitched. Your fingers found her curls, tugging, as you felt your legs on the precipice of giving out—it was a means to steady yourself—too—because your orgasm was right around the corner.

Riri’s tongue was fucking your hole, and you were crying her name over and over. At some point, you’d managed to prop your quaking leg up on the cart of books, giving her lips better access to your juices as she drank you in.

“God Ri, I’m gonna–”

With one last slurp, she replaced her tongue with her skilled digits once more, peering up at you through half-hooded eyes. “I need you to look at me while you come, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” Her entire face was fucking drenched, and the sight only aided in pushing you closer to the edge.

“Give it to me, gorgeous. Fucking give it to me.” Riri growled, pumping your pussy even faster than before.

“Shitshitshitshitshit!” You were panting, writhing as you continued to climb. “Fuck, Ri, I’m coming!”

Your walls clenched around her fingers, and you screamed her name louder than before, feeling currents of pleasure barrel into you. She fucked your body through the aftershocks as you rode out your high, singing you praises until you floated back down to earth.

You huffed a breath, “Shit.”

With your mouth parted, she seized the opportunity to stuff her used fingers in your mouth for you to suck, and you swirled your tongue around them, nice and slow like you knew she liked.

When she pulled them free, the digits were licked clean. But, she pushed them between her own lips despite that. “Just in case you missed a spot.” She'd said, making you bite your lip as you stared back at her.

“Does that mean you forgive me now?” Riri asked, aiding you in pulling up your panties and jeans.

You tapped your chin, “That depends.”

Once you’d fixed your hair and wiped your mouth, you started back toward the register, with Riri hot on your trail.

“On what?” She raised a brow, visibly impressed by the easy way you shifted back into work mode.

“Whether you actually read that book or not.” You grinned.

Her mouth fell into a hard line as she trailed her gaze over to the novel still sitting on the counter, waiting for her. “This… might actually be more difficult than I thought…”

[blackgcomica]

Leave it to Lyric to give us light in dark times🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️.

[liliacsdelight]

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all having a great year.

​Sorry for the recent delays. I know I was supposed to be giving you all lots of lesbianism and monster fucking all month, but between a busy schedule, dealing with life stuff, and recently finding out my work was plagiarized, I needed a short break from this app to figure out my plans.

​Moving forward, I am transitioning my longer stories (anything over 8.5k words) to AO3, which will be set up late next month-ish. I want my long-form writing to live in a space that appreciates deeper narration and character development.

​What to expect here going forward:

​Less frequent short stories

​Teasers/beginnings of my longer stories (with links to the full versions on AO3)

​Moodboards and character profiles

Whatever I want

​I won't be on this app as much since it’s lost some of its spark for me 😅 Take care of yourselves, stay hydrated, and keep thriving!

[honeyforbey]

Drunk: Beyoncé

Pairing: Beyoncé Knowles x black!fem!reader Summary: Beyoncé caring for you after you got too drunk at a party. note: i got lazy towards the end 😫 but first oneshot, just some simple and sfw.

You were at the bar, taking shots with your friends. You and Beyoncé were at a party, it was for one of your friends. Beyoncé stood in the far corner of the party, watching. As you downed shot after shot after shot.

At first, it was just harmless fun. Laughter spilled out of you easily, your words a little louder, a little looser. Your friends hyped you up, sliding another glass your way, and you didn’t think twice before knocking it back. The music pulsed through the walls, bass thumping in your chest, lights flashing just enough to blur everything together.

But Beyoncé noticed.

She always noticed.

From across the room, her eyes stayed on you, sharp, observant, a quiet concern settling behind them. You were swaying now, your balance just slightly off, your smile a little too wide. When you reached for another drink, her expression tightened.

That’s when she moved.

She crossed the room with purpose, slipping through the crowd like it parted for her naturally. By the time you felt a gentle hand wrap around your wrist, grounding you, you barely registered how she got there.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the noise like it was meant just for you. “I think you’ve had enough.”

You laughed it off, trying to pull your hand back. “I’m fine,” you insisted, words slightly slurred. “Just having fun.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Mhm. You look real fine right now,” she replied, her voice low with quiet concern.

Before you could argue, she slipped an arm around your waist, grounding you. The world tilted slightly, and without her, you probably would’ve fallen.

“C’mon,” she murmured. “We’re leaving.”

You whined softly, your head falling against her shoulder. “But I was having fun…”

“I said we're leaving" She said lowly in your ear, her voice smooth and dripping like honey. "I gotta get you home baby girl" She said leading you towards the exit.

the drive home passed by in a blur, once Beyoncé got you inside she lead you up to the bed room. Once inside she placed you on the bed, kneeling down to take your shoes off. then she helped you change into some pajamas, before laying you down and going to change herself.

Once she got back she laid next to you and you moved closer to her, laying your head on her chest "Mmm, thank you bey bey" You mumbled "You're welcome, baby" She replied before you both wrapped up in each others arms and fell asleep.

[prettyangeliczz]

EVERYONE PUT SOME ON THE GRILL NOW.

[mjssluttyfish]

Very Superstitious Writing on the Wall

Pairing: Jermajesty Jackson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, cunnilingus, squirting, older superstitions, teasing, dirty talk, a munch.

Summary: “You can always tell the difference between a boy and a real man by looking at his facial hair.”

Wc:

Jermajesty sat at the long table surrounded by the men of his family, the smell of grilled meat and beer thick in the air. His uncle leaned back in his chair, stroking his own thick beard. “You can always tell the difference between a boy and a real man by looking at his facial hair.” Another cousin snorted and pointed straight at Jermajesty. “Look at that boy, his facial hair nonexistent.”

The words landed like a slap. Jermajesty’s jaw tightened. His pride burned. Hours later he had you exactly where he needed you: flat on your back, legs hooked over his shoulders, ass lifted so his tongue could bury itself deep between your soaked folds.

“Don’t run from me, ma,” he growled against your dripping pussy, voice low and rough. His large hands clamped down on your hips, fingers digging bruises into your skin as you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.

He ate like a man starved. Tongue flicking fast and sloppy, then dragging slow and heavy. He slurped loud and wet, spit and your juices running down his chin and soaking the sheets beneath you. Every time he pulled back to breathe, his thickening beard dragged across your swollen clit, the coarse hairs scraping just right. The new growth from the past few weeks made the friction sharper, more intense.

Your toes curled hard against his shoulder blades. Thighs trembled around his head. He kept you pinned, refusing to let you twist away while his tongue plunged back inside you, fucking you with it before sucking your clit between his lips.

“Fuck— Majesty,” you gasped, voice breaking. “ ’s too much—”“

He only pressed harder, beard scratching your sensitive flesh as he shook his head side to side, smearing your wetness all over his face. The wet sounds filled the room loud, obscene slurps and the constant drag of his tongue.

You came hard, pussy pulsing in little rhythmic spurts that coated his tongue. He moaned into you, drinking every drop, refusing to lift his head until your whole body went limp and your heels slipped off his shoulders.

When he finally pulled back, his beard glistened, soaked. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at you, eyes dark.

he said, voice hoarse, “this beard’s getting thicker every time I bury my face in this pussy. ’m not done yet mama.”

[wtvrhappens]

warning: smut, lowkey needy!jaafar?, mdni a/n: just a thought

can we talk about how LOUD this man is when he’s with you?? like he tries to play it cool in public but the second clothes come off he’s a whole mess and you love every second of it.

» this boy is whiny. like full on whimpering into your neck when you ride him slow and deep. those pretty little sounds start soft but get louder the closer he gets, all breathy and desperate like 'fuck— baby please' while his hips stutter up into you

» he moans so pretty?? deep, guttural groans when you take him in your mouth, head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets and the other tangled in your hair. he doesn’t even realize how loud he’s being until you tease him about it later

» loves burying his face in your shoulder or against your chest to muffle himself but it never fully works. you can still hear every broken 'shit— you feel so good' and the way his voice cracks when you clench around him

» bonus points for him getting vocal when he’s close, like actual needy whimpers, chanting your name under his breath, telling you how perfect you are, how he’s gonna cum if you keep doing that...

and then there’s the family house version of jaafar

» it’s late as hell at the jackson family house. everyone’s finally asleep. you’re both in his old bedroom, trying to be good and just cuddle but jaafar starts getting handsy. he’s the one who initiates it, pulling you on top of him with that mischievous little smirk, whispering 'i missed you so bad today…c’mere' while his hands slide under your shirt. he knows it’s risky but he can’t help it.

» at first he’s trying to stay in control, kissing you deep and slow so he doesn’t make noise. but the second you grind down on him? game over. a low, needy groan slips out before he can stop it and he immediately freezes, eyes wide like 'shit…'

» he’s so loud when he’s inside you. those pretty whimpers and breathy moans keep escaping no matter how hard he bites his lip. every time you roll your hips he’s burying his face in your neck going 'mmph— fuck, baby' all shaky and desperate

» at some point, you end up having to cover his mouth with your hand. he looks up at you with those big brown eyes, breathing hard against your palm while you ride him. you can feel every muffled whimper vibrating against your skin as he tries (and fails) to stay quiet

» at one point he gets so overwhelmed he starts whimpering your name right against your fingers, hips bucking up involuntarily. you press your hand down harder and whisper 'shhh, jaafar baby…they’re gonna hear you' and he just moans louder into your palm, eyes rolling back like the risk is turning him on even more

» he’s gripping your hips so tight, trying to stay in control, but every deep thrust makes him let out these broken, filthy little sounds. you keep switching between covering his mouth and letting him bite your shoulder instead, but nothing fully works. he’s just too vocal for his own good

» when he’s close he’s a mess, like panting, whimpering, almost crying out your name until you clamp your hand over his mouth again. he cums hard, moaning loud into your palm while his whole body shakes, trying so hard to be silent but failing in the hottest way possible

afterwards he’s all flushed and embarrassed, pulling you into his chest like 'i swear i was trying…you just feel too good' while kissing your fingers that were just over his mouth

he’s just so responsive and vocal it’s actually unfair. once you’re alone though? no volume control at all. he wants you to hear exactly what you do to him

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

HAPPY JUNETEENTH MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

[bigjay1655]

Love Island AU: The Skarsgård Effect

What happens when a 6’4” Swedish bombshell walks into the villa? Chaos. Pure chaos.

BWWM | Love Island AU | Bill Skarsgård x OC | Rated R

The date had stretched into the evening, producers clearly milking every second of tension for the cameras. By the time Aaliyah and Bill walked back through the villa gates, the sky was dark and stars were scattered overhead like diamonds.

Bill’s hand had found the small of her back again—seemed to be his favorite place to touch her—and Aaliyah was hyperaware of every point of contact.

The warmth of his palm. The occasional brush of his fingers against her hip when they walked.

“You good?” he murmured, leaning down so his lips were close to her ear.

Aaliyah shivered despite the warm night air. “Yeah, I’m—I’m good.”

“Still nervous?”

“No.” A lie. She was a wreck.

His low laugh told her he knew it.

The villa came into view, lit up and buzzing with activity. Through the glass doors she could see bodies moving around—the islanders were clearly waiting for them.

“Ready to face the firing squad?” Bill’s thumb stroked her lower back.

“Oh god.” Aaliyah stopped walking, pressing a hand to her stomach. “They’re gonna be so messy about this.”

“Let them.” Bill stopped too, turning to face her fully. His hands came up to cup her face, tilting it up toward his. The gesture was so casual, so intimate, like he’d been touching her like this for years instead of hours. “Hey. Look at me.”

She did. Couldn’t not.

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone in there thinks,” he said bluntly, his Swedish accent wrapping around the curse word in a way that shouldn’t have been attractive but absolutely was. “I picked you. I wanted you. That’s it.”

“But Marcus—”

“Is gonna have to deal with it.” His expression was hard.

Unyielding.

“I’m not here to play games, Aaliyah. I’m not here to waste time. I see something I want, I go for it.”

His thumb brushed across her cheekbone.

“And I want you.”

Her heart was going to explode. Actually explode.

“You can’t just—say stuff like that—”

“Why not? It’s true.” He leaned down, his forehead almost touching hers. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything on that date. Tell me I’m reading this wrong and I’ll back off.”

Aaliyah opened her mouth. Closed it.

She couldn’t.

Bill’s smile was slow and devastating. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead—casual, possessive—and pulled back. “Come on. Let’s go give them something to talk about.”

The moment they walked through the doors, all conversation stopped.

Every head turned. Jade’s mouth dropped open. Connor started grinning like Christmas had come early. Marcus’s jaw tightened, his eyes tracking the way Bill’s hand was still on Aaliyah’s back.

“WELL, WELL, WELL,” Jade sang out, breaking the silence. “Look who’s back! Y’all have fun?”

Aaliyah felt her face heat. “It was—um. It was nice.”

“Nice?” Sienna was perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging. “Girl, you were gone for FOUR HOURS. It better have been more than nice!”

“Leave her alone,” Marcus said tightly, standing up from the couch. He crossed the space toward them, and Aaliyah felt Bill’s hand flex possessively against her back. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh boy,” Connor muttered under his breath.

Aaliyah glanced up at Bill, who was watching Marcus with an unreadable expression. His hand dropped from her back.

“Go ahead,” Bill said smoothly. “I’ll be right here.”

That last part was clearly directed at Marcus.

Aaliyah let Marcus lead her toward the far corner of the outdoor area, away from the prying eyes and ears. The second they were semi-alone, he rounded on her.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

“Aaliyah, don’t play with me right now.” Marcus’s voice was low, frustrated. “You walk back in here with that guy’s hands all over you—”

“They weren’t all over me—”

“He was touching your back! Your waist! He kissed your forehead!” Marcus ran a hand over his face. “We’re coupled up. Or did you forget?”

Guilt twisted in her stomach. “I didn’t forget, Marcus. I just—”

“Just what? Just decided to forget about me the second someone taller walked in?”

“That’s not fair—”

“Isn’t it?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice even more. “Be real with me. Are you into him?”

Aaliyah’s mouth went dry. The honest answer was terrifying. The lie wouldn’t come.

“I…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. We just met.”

“That’s not a no.”

“We’ve only been coupled up for five days, Marcus. It’s not like we’re together together—”

“But I thought we were building something.” His frustration was giving way to something else. Hurt. “I thought you were feeling me.”

“I was! I am! You’re sweet and funny and—”

“But I don’t make you stutter.” Marcus’s smile was bitter. “I don’t make you nervous. I saw the way you were looking at him, Aaliyah. You never looked at me like that.”

She didn’t know what to say. Because he was right.

Marcus sighed, stepping back. “Look. I’m not gonna stand in your way if you’re feeling someone else. But you need to be honest. With yourself and with me.” He paused. “There’s a recoupling tomorrow night. The boys pick. So you need to figure out what you want before then.”

Aaliyah’s stomach dropped. “Tomorrow?”

“Ariana told us while you were gone.” Marcus’s expression was unreadable now. “So yeah. Tomorrow. Better make up your mind.”

He turned and walked away before she could respond, heading back inside the villa.

Aaliyah stood there, frozen, her mind racing. A recoupling. Already. And the boys were choosing, which meant—

“Hey.”

She jumped. Bill had materialized beside her, silent as a cat. How did someone that tall move that quietly?

“You okay?” His hand found hers, fingers lacing through automatically.

“There’s a recoupling tomorrow,” she blurted out. “The boys pick.”

Bill’s expression didn’t change. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Ariana told me when I came in.” He tugged her closer, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Why do you look so worried?”

“Because—” Aaliyah gestured helplessly. “Because I don’t—I’m not—”

“You’re not what?” His thumb traced her jawline, the touch feather-light and completely devastating. “Not sure what you want?”

“I don’t know!” It came out more desperate than she intended. “Bill, we just met. I’ve been coupled up with Marcus for almost a week—”

“And you feel nothing for him,” Bill interrupted, his voice matter-of-fact. Harsh. “Be honest.”

“That’s not—”

“Aaliyah.” He caught her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Do you want him? Yes or no.”

“It’s not that simple—”

“It is.” His grip tightened slightly. Not painful, just firm. Commanding. “You’re making it complicated because you feel guilty. But guilt isn’t a reason to stay with someone.” He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. “Tell me the truth. When I pick you tomorrow night—and I am going to pick you—are you gonna be happy about it?”

Her breath hitched. “Bill—”

“Are you?” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, and Aaliyah felt the touch all the way down to her toes. “Because I need to know, beautiful. I need to know if I’m wasting my time.”

“You’re not,” she whispered before she could stop herself.

Bill pulled back just enough to look at her, and his smile was pure satisfaction. “No?”

“No.” Her voice was stronger now, even though her heart was hammering. “You’re not wasting your time.”

“Good.” He kissed her temple, then her cheek, working his way down with deliberate slowness. “Because I don’t share, Aaliyah. When I pick you tomorrow, you’re mine. Understand?”

She should be offended by the possessiveness. Should tell him he couldn’t just claim her like that.

Instead, she nodded.

Bill’s smile turned wicked. “Use your words.”

“I—I understand.”

“Good girl.” The praise went straight through her, molten heat pooling low in her stomach. His hand slid from her jaw down to her neck, thumb resting against her pulse point. “Your heart’s racing again.”

“You keep—you keep doing that—”

“Doing what?” He was playing dumb, the bastard. His thumb pressed down slightly, feeling the frantic beat. “This?”

“Y-yes—”

“You want me to stop?” His mouth was at her ear again, lips barely brushing the sensitive skin. “Say the word and I’ll stop, Aaliyah. I’ll walk away right now.”

She should tell him to stop. Should tell him this was too much, too fast, too intense.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed.

Bill’s answering groan was low and dangerous. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing slightly uneven. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“N-no—”

“Liar.” His hand tightened on her neck, just enough to make her gasp. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Walking around in that little dress, looking at me with those pretty eyes, biting your lip—”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.” He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark. “You’ve been biting your lip all night. Driving me fucking crazy.”

Aaliyah realized she was doing it right now. Immediately stopped.

Bill’s laugh was rough. “Too late, beautiful. Damage is done.” He stepped back, putting space between them, and Aaliyah almost whined at the loss of contact. “Come on. Let’s get you inside before I do something we’ll both regret.”

“Like what?” The question slipped out before she could think better of it.

Bill’s eyes flashed. He leaned down one more time, his lips brushing her ear. “Like kissing you until you forget your own name,” he murmured. “And we both know once I start, I’m not gonna want to stop.”

Aaliyah’s knees went weak.

Bill steadied her with a hand on her waist, that insufferable smirk back on his face. “Come on. Let’s go face the chaos.”

The chaos, as it turned out, was an understatement.

The moment they walked back inside, they were swarmed.

“OKAY, SPILL,” Jade demanded, physically dragging Aaliyah away from Bill and toward the girl’s section of the bedroom. “What HAPPENED? And don’t you dare say ‘nothing’ because that man has been eye-fucking you since he walked through the door!”

“JADE!”

“Am I wrong?” Jade gestured wildly. “Sienna, back me up!”

Sienna, who’d followed them, nodded emphatically. “Girl, that man wants to eat you alive. In the best way possible.”

Aaliyah buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god, y’all are doing the most—”

“We are doing the LEAST,” Jade corrected. “You’re over here stuttering and blushing like a virgin—”

“I am NOT—”

“—and he’s over there looking at you like you’re his last meal. So PLEASE, tell us what happened on that date!”

Aaliyah sat down on her bed, pulling her knees to her chest. “He’s just… he’s really intense, okay? Like, really intense.”

“Intense how?” Sienna sat down next to her, genuinely curious.

“Like…” Aaliyah struggled to find the words. “He doesn’t hold back. At all. He just says whatever he’s thinking, and it’s all really direct and kind of harsh but also—” She broke off, feeling her face heat.

“Also…?” Jade prompted.

“Also really hot,” Aaliyah admitted quietly.

Both girls erupted.

“I KNEW IT!”

“OH MY GOD!”

“KEEP IT DOWN!” Aaliyah hissed, glancing toward the door. “What if he hears you?”

“Babe, that man KNOWS he’s got you wrapped around his finger,” Jade said, flopping back on the bed. “The question is—what are you gonna do about Marcus?”

Aaliyah’s stomach twisted. “I don’t know. Bill said he’s gonna pick me at the recoupling tomorrow.”

“Of course he is,” Sienna said matter-of-factly. “That man claimed you the second he walked in. Marcus never stood a chance.”

“That’s so mean—”

“It’s TRUE.” Jade sat up, fixing Aaliyah with a serious look. “Look, Marcus is a nice guy. But be real—did you ever feel butterflies with him? Did he ever make you nervous? Make your heart race?”

“No,” Aaliyah admitted.

“But Bill does.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, running her hands through her hair. “God, yes. He makes me a mess. I can barely talk around him.”

“Then what are you confused about?” Sienna asked gently. “Girl, life is short. This is Love Island. You’re supposed to follow your feelings. And your feelings are clearly telling you to jump that tall Swedish man’s bones.”

“SIENNA!”

“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking!”

Aaliyah groaned, falling back on the bed. “This is so messy.”

“Welcome to the villa, baby,” Jade said cheerfully. “It only gets messier from here.”

Meanwhile, on the boys’ side, Bill was getting the third degree.

“So,” Connor started, leaning against the bathroom counter while Bill brushed his teeth. “You’re really going for Aaliyah at the recoupling?”

Bill spit, rinsed, and met Connor’s eyes in the mirror. “Yeah.”

“Even though she’s coupled up with Marcus?”

“Especially because she’s coupled up with Marcus.” Bill’s smile was sharp. “She doesn’t want him. She wants me.”

“You sound real confident about that, mate.”

“Because I am.” Bill turned, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw the way she looked at me. The way she reacted when I touched her. That’s not something you can fake.”

Marcus, who’d been silent up until now, spoke up from where he was sitting on his bed. “So what, you just decided she’s yours?”

Bill’s gaze slid to him, cool and assessing. “No. She decided. I just made it easier for her to admit it.”

“That’s fucked up, man.”

“Is it?” Bill tilted his head. “You’ve been coupled up with her for almost a week. Tell me—have you kissed her?”

Marcus’s jaw tightened.

“Have you even held her hand? Made a real move?” Bill continued, his voice cutting. “Or have you just been playing it safe, hoping she’ll eventually come around?”

“I was giving her space—”

“You were wasting time,” Bill interrupted. “And now you’re mad because someone else didn’t.”

Connor whistled low. “Damn, mate. That’s harsh.”

“It’s honest.” Bill grabbed his water bottle, took a long drink. “Look, Marcus. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to find someone. And I found her. So tomorrow night, I’m picking Aaliyah. You can be mad about it if you want. Doesn’t change anything.”

Marcus stood up, his expression tight. “You know what? Fine. Pick her. But don’t come crying to me when she realizes you’re moving too fast and gets scared off.”

“I’ll take my chances.” Bill’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Marcus shook his head and walked out, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Connor let out a breath. “Well, that’s gonna make the recoupling awkward as hell.”

“Don’t care.” Bill finished his water, set the bottle down. “He had his shot. Now it’s my turn.”

The next day passed in a blur of nervous energy.

The recoupling was scheduled for sunset, which meant the islanders spent the entire day vacillating between forced casual conversation and tense silence.

The girls huddled in groups, speculating about who would pick whom. The boys were quieter, more closed off.

Aaliyah had barely slept. Every time she’d closed her eyes, she’d seen Bill’s face—the intensity in his gaze, the way his hands had felt on her skin, the promise in his voice when he said you’re mine.

She’d gotten up early, gone for a swim to clear her head. It hadn’t helped.

Now, as the sun started to dip toward the horizon and Ariana’s voice crackled over the speakers calling them to the fire pit, Aaliyah’s stomach was in knots.

“You good?” Jade asked as they filed outside.

“No,” Aaliyah said honestly. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Don’t. You’ll ruin your makeup.” Jade squeezed her hand. “It’s gonna be fine. Bill’s picking you. You know he is.”

“But what if—”

“No what-ifs. That man is LOCKED IN. Trust me.”

They took their positions—the girls in a line facing the fire pit, the boys standing off to the side with Ariana. Aaliyah found herself between Jade and Sienna again, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Ariana stepped forward, resplendent in a glittering gold dress, her smile knowing. “Islanders. Welcome to your first recoupling.”

She paused for dramatic effect. “The boys will choose who they want to couple up with. Girls, you’ll step forward when your name is called.

The girl not chosen… will be dumped from the island.”

A collective gasp.

Aaliyah felt the blood drain from her face. Someone was going home. Tonight.

“Let’s begin,” Ariana said cheerfully.

“Connor, you’re up first.”

Connor stepped forward, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed despite the circumstances. “Right. So, this is pretty easy for me. I wanna couple up with this girl because she’s gorgeous, she makes me laugh, and she can keep up with me drink for drink.” He grinned.

“The girl I wanna couple up with is… Jade.”

Jade whooped, bouncing forward to link her arm through Connor’s. They moved to stand by the fire pit.

“Luca,” Ariana called next.

A tall Italian guy with dark curly hair stepped forward. “The girl I want to couple up with is beautiful, funny, and has legs for days. I wanna couple up with… Sienna.”

Sienna sashayed forward, all confidence, and took Luca’s arm.

Three girls left. Including Aaliyah.

“Marcus,” Ariana said, and Aaliyah’s heart stopped.

Marcus stepped forward, his expression carefully neutral. He looked at Aaliyah for a long moment, and she saw something flash in his eyes. Resignation, maybe. Or acceptance.

“The girl I want to couple up with,” he started, his voice steady, “is smart, funny, and has a smile that lights up a room.” He paused. “I wanna couple up with… Tasha.”

Aaliyah’s knees nearly buckled with relief. Tasha—a pretty blonde from Manchester—squealed and hurried forward.

Which left Aaliyah and one other girl, Naomi, a tall dark-skinned beauty from London.

And one more boy to choose.

“Bill,” Ariana called, her smile absolutely wicked.

Bill stepped forward, and Aaliyah’s entire body went taut. He was wearing black pants and a white button-down again, sleeves rolled up, the top few buttons undone. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it.

His eyes found hers immediately.

“So,” Bill started, his accent curling around the words. “I’m gonna make this real simple.” He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving Aaliyah’s face. “From the moment I walked into this villa, I knew exactly who I wanted. There was no question. No doubt.”

Aaliyah couldn’t breathe.

“This girl is gorgeous. Like, stupid gorgeous. But that’s not why I’m picking her.” Another step closer. “I’m picking her because when I look at her, I see everything I’ve been looking for. She’s funny, she’s real, she doesn’t play games. And when I touch her—” His smile turned devastating. “—she reacts in a way that tells me she feels this too.”

Oh god. He was really doing this. In front of everyone.

“The girl I want to couple up with is Aaliyah.”

The fire pit erupted into cheers and whistles. Aaliyah felt frozen in place, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

Bill closed the distance between them, his hand extended. “Come here,” he said softly, just for her.

Somehow, her legs worked. She walked forward, placed her hand in his, and let him pull her close. His arm went around her waist immediately, possessive and secure.

“You good?” he murmured into her hair.

“I—yeah. I’m good.”

“No more Marcus.” It wasn’t a question.

“No more Marcus,” she confirmed, and felt him smile against her temple.

“Good.” He kissed her forehead, then guided her to stand with the other couples.

Ariana finished the ceremony—Naomi was sent home, tears and hugs all around—and then they were free to disperse.

But Bill didn’t let go of Aaliyah’s waist.

“Come with me,” he said, already steering her away from the group.

“Where—”

“Somewhere private.” His hand slid lower, splaying across her hip. “We need to talk.”

Talk. Right. That’s definitely what the look in his eyes was promising.

Aaliyah was in so much trouble.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[curantodraws]

@cinnabarbie‘s art is goals, a light in dark times, the “good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌”, etc

so I drew a pic of her girls

[babythugga]

𝚂𝚑𝚑 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢...

synopsis: bey and jade have a sleepover.

pairing: beyonce (g!p) x jade

why tf it’s such a hassle to put a photo on here when you put the text💔💔💔 this is from wattpad, lmk if you want another part to this, here or there!!! im scared wattpad gone take it down lmao

masterlist.

jade's phone lit up on the nightstand, that familiar name flashing across the screen. she swallowed hard before answering, already feeling her pulse kick up just from the sight of it.

"hey," she said, voice softer than she meant it to be.

on the other end, beyonce let out a low chuckle, the sound rolling through the speaker like warm honey poured slow. "hey beautiful. you sound tired, baby. long day?"

jade shifted on her bed, the sheets cool against her thighs as she pulled her knees up. she was already in her oversized t-shirt and nothing else, the fabric riding up her soft belly. "yeah. work was crazy but i'm good now. you?"

"mm. just got done with some studio time. needed to hear your voice though. been thinking about you all night."

that voice. deep, smooth, like it came from somewhere low in her chest and wrapped around jade's spine every single time.

jade bit her lip, pressing her thighs together without thinking. they had been doing this for a couple weeks now, late night calls that started innocent and always drifted somewhere heavier. talking stage, sure, but it felt like more already. the kind of more that made jade's skin heat up just hearing beyonce breathe.

"what you been thinking about?" jade asked, trying to keep it light even as her free hand drifted down her side, tracing the curve of her hip.

beyonce hummed, the sound vibrating through the line. "you. how you laugh when i say something stupid. how your voice gets all breathy when you're trying not to yawn but really you just want me to keep talking. shit like that."

jade smiled despite herself, cheeks warming. she rolled onto her back, letting her hand rest on her stomach, fingers brushing the hem of her shirt. "you always know what to say. it's annoying."

"annoying good or annoying bad?"

"good. real good."

the conversation flowed easy after that, the way it always did.

beyonce telling her about the track she was working on, jade venting about her boss but underneath it all, that tension hummed.

jade could feel it building in her chest, lower, spreading warm between her legs. she tried to ignore it but her body had other ideas. her fingers slipped under the shirt, grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh, then higher, brushing against the heat there.

she let out a small sigh, barely audible, and shifted again, spreading her legs a little wider on the mattress.

the phone was pressed to her ear, her other hand moving slow, circling lightly over her clit through her panties. she was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from the sound of bey's voice.

"you still with me?" beyonce asked, that deep timbre dropping even lower.

"yeah," jade breathed, biting down on her lip harder. she rubbed a little firmer, trying to stay quiet but her breath hitched anyway. "keep talking. tell me more about the studio."

beyonce paused for a second like she was listening closer. "alright. the engineer was tripping today, saying the bass was too heavy but i told him, no, that's how i want it. deep. heavy. the kind that you feel in your chest, you know? makes everything vibrate."

jade's fingers pressed harder, slipping under the edge of her panties now, sliding through her slick folds. a soft whimper escaped before she could catch it. she froze, heart pounding.

"jade?"

she cleared her throat, voice shaky. "yeah, i'm here. that sounds... good. real good."

another pause, longer this time then beyonce's voice came back, quieter, almost amused. "you touching yourself right now?"

jade's hand stilled completely. heat flooded her face, but she couldn't deny the way her body clenched at the question. "what? no, i-"

"don't lie to me." that tone was different now, commanding in the gentlest way. "i heard that little sound you made. sounded like you were trying real hard to be quiet but i caught it, baby. you wet for me already?"

jade let out a shaky breath, her fingers moving again without permission, slow circles that made her hips twitch. "maybe. a little."

"a little?" beyonce chuckled, low and dark. "tell me what you're doing. be honest."

jade swallowed, embarrassment mixing with the heat pooling in her core. "i'm... on my back. got my hand between my legs. just rubbing. slow."

"mm. good girl. you got them pretty thighs spread for me?"

"yeah." jade's voice cracked a little. she pushed two fingers lower, teasing her entrance, feeling how soaked she was. "god, your voice does something to me. every time."

"i know it does. i can hear it in the way you breathe. all shaky and sweet." beyonce's own breathing had changed, deeper, like she was getting into it too. "take them panties off for me. let me hear you properly."

jade didn't hesitate. she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down her legs, kicking them off the side of the bed. cool air hit her bare pussy and she shivered, spreading her legs wider, knees bent. her fingers returned immediately, sliding through her wetness, circling her clit with more pressure now.

"they're off," she whispered, biting her lip.

"good. now tell me how wet you are. i wanna hear it."

jade dipped her fingers lower, pushing one inside herself with a soft gasp. the sound was unmistakable, slick and obscene in the quiet room. "so wet. dripping, bey. fuck."

beyonce groaned, the sound raw. "shit. i can hear that. you making all them pretty noises for me. put it on facetime. i need to see you."

jade's heart skipped. facetime. they had never gone there before, not like this but the idea of beyonce watching her, those eyes on her body, made her clit throb. "you sure?"

"dead sure. switch it now."

jade pulled the phone from her ear, her hands trembling a little as she tapped the screen. the call switched over and there was beyonce, propped up in what looked like her hotel bed, wearing a loose tank top that showed off the smooth brown skin of her shoulders and collarbones. her locs were tied back, a few strands falling loose. she looked relaxed, but her eyes were intense, locked on the screen.

"there you go," beyonce said, voice even deeper through the video. "let me see you, jade. tilt the phone down. show me that pretty pussy."

jade's face burned but she obeyed, angling the camera lower. she was on her back, t-shirt pushed up to her chest, exposing the full softness of her belly, her breasts spilling to the sides, dark nipples hard. her thighs were spread wide, one hand still between them, fingers glistening as she rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit.

beyonce's eyes darkened visibly. "fuck, look at you. all that soft skin. them thighs trembling already. you look so good like this, baby. keep touching. don't stop."

jade moaned softly, her fingers moving faster now that she could see beyonce watching. she dipped two fingers inside herself, pumping slow, the wet sounds filling the room. "feels so good. wish it was you though."

"yeah? you want my mouth on you instead?" beyonce shifted on her end, the camera moving a little as she got more comfortable. "i'd take my time with you. kiss down that belly, spread them legs wide and bury my face right there. taste how sweet you are."

jade's hips bucked at the words, a louder moan slipping out. her free hand came up to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "bey... please. tell me more."

beyonce licked her lips, her voice dropping to that gravelly register that made jade's toes curl. "i'd suck on that clit till you're shaking. nice and slow at first, then faster when you start begging. you like that? being eaten out till you can't think straight?"

"yes," jade whimpered, adding a third finger, stretching herself open. her pussy clenched around them, juices coating her hand and dripping down to the sheets. she was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling, her soft body jiggling with every movement. "i'm so close already. your voice... it's too much."

"not yet. slow down for me. i wanna watch you edge a little." beyonce's hand moved out of frame, but jade could tell she was touching herself too from the way her shoulders tensed. "show me how you play with them tits. squeeze them for me."

jade did, lifting the t-shirt higher, cupping both heavy breasts and pushing them together. her thumbs flicked over the nipples, rolling them, pulling lightly. she looked straight into the camera, lips parted, eyes half open. "like this?"

"just like that. damn, you're so fucking thick and soft. i love it. bet you taste even better." beyonce's breathing was ragged now. "finger yourself again. three fingers, deep. i wanna hear how sloppy you sound."

jade pushed three fingers back inside, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. the wet, squelching noises were loud now, impossible to hide. she moaned openly, hips rolling up to meet her hand. "oh god... it's so wet. listen to it."

"i hear it. so nasty, baby. you making a mess all over your sheets for me." beyonce leaned closer to her camera, her face filling more of the screen. "rub your clit with your other hand. fast circles. don't stop."

jade obeyed, her thumb finding her clit and rubbing frantically while her fingers thrust deeper. her thighs started to shake, the soft flesh quivering. sweat beaded on her forehead, her belly tightening with every stroke. she could feel the orgasm building, hot and heavy, but she held it back, wanting to drag it out like beyonce wanted.

"bey... i need to cum," she gasped, voice breaking. "please."

"not yet. hold it. tell me how bad you want my dick inside you."

jade's eyes widened a little at the words, but the heat in her core flared hotter. she knew beyonce was intersex, had known from the start, and the thought of it, filling her up, made her clench around her fingers. "so bad. i want you to fuck me deep. stretch me open. make me take every inch while you talk to me in that voice."

beyonce groaned loud, the sound guttural. "yeah? you think you can handle it? i'd have you on your back just like that, legs wrapped around me. pounding into that tight wet pussy till you're screaming my name. you'd be so full, baby. leaking all over me."

jade's fingers sped up, the pressure building unbearable. her moans were constant now, high and desperate, her body arching off the bed. her breasts bounced with the movement, nipples tight and sensitive. "i'm gonna... fuck, i'm right there."

"cum for me," beyonce commanded, voice rough. "let me see it. show me how you fall apart."

jade cried out, her body seizing as the orgasm crashed through her. her pussy pulsed hard around her fingers, juices squirting a little, soaking her hand and the sheets beneath her. her thighs clamped together around her wrist, trembling violently. she kept rubbing through it, drawing it out, little gasps and whimpers spilling from her lips as waves rolled over her.

beyonce watched every second, her eyes locked on the screen, breathing heavy. "that's it. good girl. look at you making such a pretty mess. keep going, ride it out."

jade rode the aftershocks, her fingers slowing but not stopping, milking every last bit of pleasure. her body was flushed, skin glistening with sweat, chest heaving. she finally collapsed back, pulling her hand away with a soft whine at the emptiness.

"fuck," she whispered, bringing her wet fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean, eyes on the camera. "that was... intense."

beyonce smiled slow, dangerous. "we ain't done yet, baby. my turn to show you what you do to me."

she adjusted her phone, tilting it down. jade's breath caught as she saw it. beyonce's tank top was pushed up, her hand wrapped around her dick, the head glistening with precum. it was bigger than jade had imagined, veined and heavy, curving slightly. beyonce stroked it slow, base to tip, her hips shifting on the bed.

"see what you did?" beyonce said, voice husky. "got me rock hard just watching you cum like that. you like how it looks?"

jade nodded, biting her lip hard. her pussy throbbed again at the sight, already aching for more. "yeah. it's so pretty. so big. i want it."

"you gonna take it all for me one day? let me fuck that pretty mouth first then slide it deep in that wet pussy?"

jade's hand drifted back between her legs, fingers circling her sensitive clit again. "yes. all of it. i'd suck it so good for you. choke on it till my eyes water."

beyonce's stroke sped up, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the precum. "fuck, i can picture it. your lips stretched around me, those big brown eyes looking up while you take me down your throat. you'd be so messy, drool everywhere."

jade moaned, pushing two fingers back inside herself, matching beyonce's rhythm. the video call made it feel so close, like they were in the same room. she could see the way beyonce's abs tightened, the subtle flex of her arm as she jerked herself off. her own body responded, heat building again fast.

"talk to me," jade begged, voice thick. "tell me how you'd fuck me."

beyonce's eyes narrowed, pleasure etching across her face. "i'd start slow. tease that clit with the head first, get it all slick then push in inch by inch, watching your face while you stretch around me. you'd be so tight and warm, baby. gripping me like you never want me to pull out."

jade's fingers curled, hitting that spot again. her free hand gripped the sheet, knuckles white. "harder. tell me you'd fuck me hard."

"yeah. once you're used to it, i'd flip you over. ass up, face down. grab them wide hips and pound into you from behind. make that ass clap while i'm buried deep." beyonce's hand was moving faster now, the sound of skin on skin faint but there. "you'd be moaning my name, pushing back on me, begging for more even when you're shaking."

jade was close again, her second orgasm building quicker this time. her body was hypersensitive, every nerve on fire. she spread her legs wider, giving beyonce a better view of her fingers plunging in and out, her pussy swollen and dripping.

"i'm gonna cum again," she gasped. "watching you... fuck, bey."

"me too. hold on. cum with me this time."

they moved together, breaths syncing through the phone. beyonce's strokes grew erratic, her chest rising fast. jade rubbed her clit furiously, fingers thrusting deep, her soft belly quivering with each movement.

"now," beyonce growled. "cum for me, jade. let me hear you."

jade shattered again, a loud cry tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her body. her pussy clenched and fluttered, another small gush of wetness coating her thighs. she shook hard, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before forcing them open to watch beyonce.

on the screen, beyonce tensed, her hand flying over her cock. "shit... jade..." she came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum spilling over her fist and onto her stomach, painting her skin white. she kept stroking through it, milking every drop, her face twisted in ecstasy.

they both came down slow, breathing heavy, the phones still connected. jade's body felt boneless, spent in the best way. she pulled her fingers out with a soft sigh, wiping them on her thigh.

beyonce wiped her hand on a towel off screen, then brought the camera back to her face. she looked satisfied, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. "you good?"

jade laughed breathlessly, covering her eyes for a second. "better than good. that was... damn. i didn't expect it to get that nasty."

"you started it, touching yourself all quiet like i wouldn't notice." beyonce's eyes sparkled with amusement. "but i'm glad you did. been wanting to see you like that for weeks."

jade rolled onto her side, tucking the phone under her chin so she could still see. her body was still tingling, thighs sticky. "me too. next time... maybe in person?"

beyonce's smile widened, deep voice promising. "yeah. next time i'm in atl, i'm coming straight to you. and we're doing all that and more. no phones. just me and you, all night."

jade's stomach flipped at the thought, a fresh wave of heat stirring even though she was exhausted. "i'd like that. a lot."

they talked a little longer after that, voices softer now, the intensity easing into something warmer. jade traced patterns on her belly with her fingertip, listening to beyonce hum an old song under her breath. eventually, her eyes grew heavy, the afterglow pulling her toward sleep.

"get some rest, baby," beyonce said quietly. "dream about me."

"always do," jade murmured, smiling as she ended the call.

[saintwrld]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

chapter two

— series

pairing: jaafar jackson x black!fem oc; aurelia rivers

summary: it’s not getting any easier for our shy man, y’all.

warnings: outfit descriptions, multiple povs, talks of intimacy, cussing, j’s fiancée being very odd from the jump 😃 and possible typos

settings: los angeles

saint’s presidential podium 🪽: back with a new chapterrrr. thank you for the love on the first one you guys, really means a lot. and we’re just gonna pretend chrome hearts is owned by a black family, mkay? 🫨

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chapter one | series masterlist

jaafar’s home

los angeles, ca

Was it lilies? No, it had to be jasmine or roses. Is that how roses have been smelling these days? It was too strong for it to be any of those flowers. It was oud, sweeter though.

Vanilla oud? Jackpot. Maybe it was layered with something on top to make it a little musky.

And who knew that pink would go so well with gold? It shouldn’t be surprising but it was. The pink was a softer tone, more pale but what could a much brighter shade look like?

Maybe-

“Jaafar! Fuck, I’ve been calling your name like..three times now.” The loud voice coming from across the room snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes now gazing at his fiance while he played the hem of his shirt. “Sorry, the script. Just running through my head, what were you sayin’?” His brows lifted a bit, indicating that he’s now focused.

A roll of eyes was sent his way. “You’d swear that script’s the one making you toss and turn. I was asking which sandals you prefer with this dress? I haven’t even worn some of them.” Rachel sighed, holding up two pairs on either side of her head.

The brief yet dramatic meeting at the country club was three days ago and Jaafar’s head felt like it was swivelling on a stick because of how busy everything was around him. He thought he’d be prepared, considering the blinding success of ‘Michael’, and that he’d consume himself in a character that had nothing to do with his personal life.

A romcom sounded simple enough to do, just smiles on every scene, slight sarcasm and a hint of angsty scenes to make the audience clutch their hearts and a big kiss at the end of the movie. Life would be normal after then he could finally get back to wedding plans. Unfortunately, it would absolutely go the opposite route.

Rachel wanted to make wedding prep in the middle of shooting, expressing that “he’d have experience from the plot of the movie” and he just nodded along. Reading the script was another thing. There was no twist but it was stated there’d be intense tension between the characters, a couple of kissing scenes and of course, just his luck, a very very intimate scene is included. Rachel almost chewed his head off when he explained it but retreated the anger when Jaafar mentioned that she could come along to Cape Town, a city on their honeymoon list.

And Aurelia Rivers. Well, Aurelia Ivy Rivers - ‘AIR’ on her social media. His agent described her as a talented actress who doesn’t need the job. A nepo baby whose almost always wearing an obscene amount of Chrome Hearts. Jaafar dismissed the tone of his agent as slight bitterness, saying he wants to get to know her beyond the internet articles.

Well, he’d certainly get to know her in Cape Town.

Fuck, he zoned out again. “Sorry, honey. You know I’m hooked.” He apologised with a smile that always made anyone’s heart melt, pointing to the mounted tv playing ‘The Pitt’. It definitely worked now.

“The purple ones would look really nice.” He nodded as she smiled brightly before packing the shoes in the suitcase.

“Thank you! Need to pack the steamer too. Oh, by the way, when’s your meeting?” She stood, blocking the screen as she folded her clothes.

Jaafar looked down at his watch and kissed his teeth. “In an hour. Let me get ready.” He spoke, basically leaping from the couch towards the bedroom.

KLEIN MGMT

Aurelia’s mules clicked through the halls, her hands desperately trying to find something to do while she walked to the exec’s room. Counting down the seconds until she’d have the most awkward meeting she’s ever had in her life.

Intimacy was something she knew she needed to tap into before landing such a big job as lead actress. Since dipping her toe in the dating pool after a long ‘hiatus’, she was willing to explore it all with her partner. Damien had the confidence of a basketball player who knew he could win the league for the team however he had the skill of an intern who slacks off work to play video games. Essentially speaking, Aurelia’s life in the bedroom was stagnant and she tried to avoid being sexually active with Damien or anyone else as much as she could.

Until now.

“Oh, there she is! Leading lady Lia!” Frank boasted, standing from his seat next to the intimacy coordinator and sitting across was none other than Jaafar. His hair looked so full and curly, with a few strands hanging a little loose. Looking cozy from the waist up, Aurelia skimmed at her co-star and focused on Frank leading her to her seat.

The musky scent of sandalwood and something sweet hit her senses all at once, lowering herself rather slowly into the chair. “Morning everyone, hope you haven’t started yet.” She spoke with a soft tone, quickly introducing herself to the lady right across her.

Turning her head to her right, she nodded and smiled in an acknowledgment and he did the exact same. This was work, they’re working.

“You’re alright, sweetheart. We just need to get into the nitty gritty since this meeting was pushed to the very end before leavin’ for Cape Town.” Shonda spoke, opening a file of hers while the leads had their most intimate scenes printed on 4 pieces of paper each.

The pair nodded while Frank sat back and watched the ordeal.

“Alright so starting off on a light note, I usually like to give my clients very soft tasks to do in front of me. I take your partners are okay with this happenin’ because I do not need nobody barging in on set.”

Another nod.

“Perfect! Let’s get started.”

Jaafar stood next to Aurelia, not really noticing the height difference the first time they had met but he wasn’t complaining. Aurelia on the other hand, shifted from side to side and feeling rather uncomfortable from her heels.

“Alright, need y’all to hold hands. Make sure to not flinch.” Shonda pointed her pen at them, watching their hands. His hand twitched, his pinky standing guard as it brushed against her skin and it felt incredibly soft before he slid his long fingers right between hers. It felt oddly comfortable but he dared not to look down at their connected hands, her nails brushing against the bulging veins on his hand and that somehow felt more intimate than anything he’d ever felt.

Letting out a breath at the contact, Aurelia subconsciously squeezed his hand while desperately waiting for Shonda to give them another direction. Thankfully her mind was read and they moved on to holding the inside of his elbow, then side-hugging to actual hugs.

Jaafar couldn’t explain how it felt to have his chest pressed against Aurelia’s own, her arms linking behind his neck and the slight scratch of her bracelets sent shivers down his spine. Her scent enveloped him, oud and vanilla it was and he was sure it’d be cemented in his nose for the coming future. His hands were splayed across her back and he really tried to not let them fall any lower than the middle.

Aurelia initiated the separation, feeling her heart about to race and she couldn’t handle him feeling it against his sweater. “Was that good? You smell fantastic, btw.” She complimented, their eyes connected once again and it’s like he morphed into a bunny with his curls slightly bouncing, it was the cutest thing.

“Thanks….and um, yeah. Great hug, very comfortable.” He spoke, nodding gently and keeping his eyes on the side profile of her face as if he were memorising it all to draw a picture.

Fuck, Jaafar, get it together.

“Ain’t y’all just a great pair? My goodness, Frank.” Shonda lightly hit the director on the hand, silently complimenting the work of casting. “Now, y’all will probably think that I just wasted your time simply for hand holding and hugs. I just needed to scope out the chemistry between you two. The rest of these scenes…they get a lil crazy.” The older woman explained, watching for their faces and how they reacted just being next to each other.

“We got months of filming on our hands and I will be on deck checking if y’all don’t hate each other to do these scenes.” Shonda started. “Alright, this last exercise before y’all sprint out. Aurelia, are you comfortable with all this?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Jaafar?”

“Yeah, I’m comfortable.”

“Good. Now…Jaafar, go sit on that couch. Sit on the edge of it like you at a party or something. Lia, take a breath with me.” In and out. “Go sit on that boy’s lap and make sure it doesn’t look like you had no place to sit. Act like that was your seat in the first place.”

Aurelia’s stomach flipped before looking behind her where Jaafar was sitting, rubbing his hands on his knees to rid of the nerves. They looked at each other, barely letting the thought simmer between them before Aurelia moved with precision. She touched his shoulder first with the bracelets chiming together and as if already knowing this dance, he opened his arms a little with one on her lower back, guiding her onto his thigh.

Jaafar took a breath, wanting to stay as calm as he possibly could when she finally settled in his lap. He knew he sounded utterly perverted but her ass was one of the softest things he’d ever felt on him. Through denim fabric too. It curved perfectly between where his crotch and hip meet. He hadn’t even realised that his hand was touching her bare skin with the edges of her shirt having risen during the hug. The feeling of his engagement ring slightly digging into Aurelia’s skin to keep her steady was an odd one.

He wanted to pull her closer, to smell the extra sweet scent that he got a whiff of earlier and to keep the warmth from escaping between them. He paused, gazed at the denim on her legs that had a couple black and pink crosses around the knee and hip. These were the ones Rachel had been wanting for months and yet Aurelia had already them like they weren’t a dream for his fiancée.

Fiancée. Rachel. Yes.

“Excellent stuff, y’all. Can’t wait for our next one, you could be my favourite clients.” Shonda grinned, slamming her notebook in a happy mood. The pair had already disconnected by the time the older woman spoke, Aurelia quickly returning to her assigned office chair with Jaafar joining her after discreetly adjusting his outfit.

He knew it was wrong. Completely. He’ll book at Rachel’s favourite restaurant tonight.

A couple of minutes later, the sun shined on the both of them as they walked out of the building. Jaafar was his usual quiet self with his hands in his pocket and next to him, it’s as if Aurelia completely transformed into a new person behind her sunglasses.

“Gotta get used to them.” She spoke, heels clicking against the gravel as she pointed to a nearby bush. He could spot at least three cameras pointed at them and he could already picture it on the internet with all types of false headlines. She - on the other hand - dug through her purse for lip gloss, essentially just putting on a show for the hungry photographers.

They both stopped at their respective Range Rovers, one black and one was white. Sure enough, Aurelia’s had the same crosses on her pants right on the passenger window, a small sticker but it was perfectly in sight. “You really like Chrome Hearts, don’t you? It’s all mysterious and cool.” Jaafar chuckled a bit.

“That’s all my dad wants to hear when you talk about it. Hell, it is his first baby after all.” She shrugged, unlocking her car to chuck her purse inside. He was taken aback a little, she just mentioned it like it was the smallest thing that mattered in her world. Her family just casually founded Chrome Hearts, of course they did.

“Huh.” He sounded out, quite impressed if he was being honest. “I was wonderin’ why you wore so much of it. That’s really cool.” He smiled, staying planted in his spot, not making a move to go any nearer to his car.

Now the sunglasses were off and she gave him a smile, making his breath hitch. “Y’know, I been meanin’ to tell you that you did a phenomenal job with ‘Michael’. You sure do know how to capture an audience, Jaafar.” She commented with her head tilted in the slightest and her smile never fell.

Surely, he was seeing things by now. Maybe the perfumes and colognes got to his head because why would her voice become a tab bit lower with her head tilted? He desperately needed some rest. “Thank you, it really means a lot.” He gushed, his hand reaching to scratch the nape of his neck.

“No problem. So…Cape Town? I’ll see you there, bright and early.” She assured, wanting so badly to smile again just to see him squirm a little. She gave a wave before flipping her hair back and climbing in the car. Once the door closed, he climbed into his own, trying to take a deep breath and hope he was hallucinating because that could not happen again.

Aurelia watched as he drove off, giving little honks to each other once he pulled out of parking. She lightly smirked to herself. “It’s a shame he’s spoken for.” She spoke to herself, pressing push to start and feeling it roar beneath her. “Can’t afford to be distracted though.” She continued.

“Her Siri, text Damien and tell him I’m on my way.” She called out as she also drove off. She desperately needed to get her mind off her co-star. She didn’t need things being awkward so soon into filming so off to her boyfriend’s place it is.

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[woodle-isbae]

You were living the life, your adorable boyfriend, Dennis, who you'd trusted with your whole life, even way before he applied to school, you'd known he'd be the best doctor ever. Your bestfriend since university, Marcus, you could talk about anything and everything with!

It's like your life was just picture perfect, when you introduced them to eachother, they'd click instantly, moving in with eachother and year later after they'd found a place near yours and their work places. You'd be over there nearly everyday, hanging out with the two over drinks and some random show in the back while you guys chatted the night away...

Which was exactly what happened this night, you'd decided to stay over since it was quite late to be walking, you all said your goodnights and disappeared into your separate rooms.

"Mmm..Dennnyyy..! S-shit." You cried out, fingers dug into the short hair on his head.

Your hips bucking more to meet his mouth, his lips parted to let his eager tongue meet your sensitive hole and lick up to suck on your swelled clit.

Your juices pouring out to coat his lower face, Dennis had his arms locked over your hips, your thighs spread over his shoulder, he groaned at feeling your toes curl on his back.

His two fingers found their way into your wet hole, a whine escaped his throat when he felt you clench tightly on them, chuckling at how your hips bucked at the slow curl of his fingers.

"Yes- fuck, right there baby- im gonna-" you could barely get your words out, your breathing shallow as you felt that tight cord within you beginning to snap.

You could barely contain your moans as Dennis sucked harder at your clit, his finger continuously hitting that spot that got your legs to shake on around his head.

"Yeah baby, give it to me, let me taste you." He mumbled on your cunt, his voice vibrating onto your clit.

You barely gave him a second before your legs locked around his head, hips jerking onto his mouth as your orgasm came crashing onto you, his fingers continued to fuck you through it.

You instantly slumped back into his bed, your breathing slowly steadying but you felt a wave of exhaustion wash you over. Dennis trailed kisses up your body, stopping at your lips to pull back and take you in-

You had fallen asleep, which had gotten a giggle from the man above you. Hed taken the liberty of putting your panties back on and giving you his shirt to wear, slipping out the room and into the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Great job, Champ." Marcus's voice came out from the living room, he placed his phone down onto the table to full face Dennis.

Dennis nearly dropped his glass, sighing when he noticed it was just Marcus, placing the glass onto the counter and chuckling nervously, hes never been caught before.

"Oh, guessing you heard us huh?" He said sheepishly, trying not to show how embarrassed he was.

Marcus stood up from the sofa, walking over to the other man, leaving barely any space between them- which is normal for the two, Marcus is very touchy- but tonight something felt different in his demeanor.

"Heard you? I basically had a front row seat, didn't know you were that good." He muttered low, his accent had felt stronger to Dennis's ears in the moment.

His words lingered in the air, body leaning in closer, so close that he could feel the heat still radiating off the other mans body, his hand planted firmly onto the cold countertop, brown eyes locked onto Dennis's blue ones. The cold air was nothing compared to the heated tension between them.

''You gonna say something...Denny?'' Marcus's voice was deeper, probably cause he was tired, but that didn't cross Dennis's mind right now...hell nothing but the soft plump lips that were right in front of him were on his mind.

''Mmm...shit..'' He murmured to himself, his one hand clenched into a fist along his side, while the other sat painfully close to Marcus's own on the counter.

His eyes drifted up from the other mans lips up to his eyes, his tongue slightly sticking out to wet his suddenly dry lips, he's never felt this way- he's never looked at Marcus like this, suddenly his soft features encapsulated him, drew him, his lips calling to him like he would die without a taste-

''You should learn to use your words..'' Marcus mumbled, barely letting a second go before he pressed his lips onto Dennis's, his tongue prodding for entrance, which he was quickly granted.

His hand found its way to the shorter mans hair, his other trailing down to his hips, pulling him in. The two men groaned into the kiss, their clothed erections rubbing against each other.

''I can taste her on you, Denny...fuck.'' Marcus practically moaned, his breath came out stuttered.

Something struck within Whitaker, his dick twitched at the mention of you, how Marcus sounded when he said such filthy things, the way the little nickname you gave him sounded from another mans lips, hips struck forward to get more friction to calm his aching cock.

Their breathing becoming ragged, soft moans and curses flew from their lips. ''F-fuuck, you know how often I wake up t- huh fuckk- to the sound of you two.'' Marcus hissed, his hand going to grip at Dennis's hip and pull him even closer.

''How she cries your name just as she cums, and you fucking whining- mmm...'' This time Dennis whined, his hips stuttered as he chased his high. His voice going up an octave with each weak thrust forward.

Almost immediately, Dennis curled over, throwing his head into the crook of Marcus's neck, his groans muffled into the thin fabric shirt as he stained the inside of his boxers, cursing at how sensitive he got.

''Oh fuuckk, look at that...'' Marcus's voice broke him out of his haze, eyes darting down to see the shared dark patches on their sweatpants, pulling back slightly to see the white string connecting them.

Marcus's hand craned his head back up, locking their lips together again, tongues pressed on each other. ''Mmm...goodnight, Denny.'' He flashed a quick smile, pulling completely away and back to his room, leaving the brunette alone in the cool night.

Dennis could barely wrap his head around what had just happened to him, feeling exhaustion wash over him, he'd rather sleep and wake up hoping it was some strange wet dream.

Inspired by this @stargirlultra

[drytacomeat]

Dominating Yandere!Femboy

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Yandere!Femboy who has always been subtly manipulating you into dominating him.

He definitely knew that there was a domineering bitch hiding under your recluse personality. All he had to do was bait it out of you.

He bothered you relentlessly. He would do incredibly petty shit to bother you. He’s gone as low as pulling your fucking hair.

He says some incredibly rude things to you as well. He doesn’t want to, but you’re making him! Just fucking react already.

“Ugh you’re so fucking boring!” he groaned in frustration after his 1000th attempt to piss you off hasn’t worked. He was finally starting to get on your last nerve.

“I’m fucking boring? You little bitch! All you do is follow me around like a fucking puppy, and you think I’m boring?” you scoffed, “You know what, get the fuck out if I’m so boring then.”

Yandere!Femboy who whimpered at your harsh words, though his cock was simultaneously getting stiff.

“No…” he mumbled, eyes falling from your face.

“That’s what i fucking thought.”

Yandere!Femboy who you just have to boss around. He is much more tolerable that way. You just have to grind down his bitchy little attitude sometimes. He always ended up doing whatever you want anyways.

“Could you be going any slower?” you rolled your eyes as he pathetically fucked into you.

Yandere!Femboy knows he fucks good but he loves when you both act like he doesn’t.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do better! Fuck!” he whimpered in response.

“You fucking better, or I’ll have to find someone else hm? Someone who isn’t just a dumb fucking dog.”

At the sound of that, he let out a little growl as he thrusted into you particularly hard, completely bottoming out.

Your eyes rolled back as his grip tightened on the fat of your hips, bouncing your ass back onto him.

Yandere!Femboy whose mommy kink definitely comes out when he’s a subby, possessive, pathetic mess.

“No, mommy! Never!” he gritted out as he fucked into you deeper, “my mommy, mine mine. This is my pussy.”

You bite your bottom lip to silence the whimpers crawling up your throat. You knew better than to let him win.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you sighed as you pulled away from him, only wincing a bit as his dick slid from the tight clutch of your cunt.

He stared at you in confusion, chest rising and falling rapidly, cock hard and wet.

“Pathetic.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

What if stack had a cat? Like one day while he was out and about doing his rounds, he found a little white kitten meowing in an alley, and he befriended it and took it home

This is freaking adorable as hell 😭

Little Rock, Arkansas, Circa 1931

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore was making his way back to The Blackline as the heat hung over the city, beating down on him something fierce. He had spent most of the day handlin’ business. A shipment needed confirming. Two men owed him money. A supplier on the east side had spent twenty minutes explaining why he was late and another ten apologizing for it. And Smoke was tied up seeing a man about hiring two new runners to travel from Mound Bayou back to Little Rock.

By the time Stack turned down an alley behind a butcher shop, he was ready for a drink and a quiet chair.

That was, until he heard it.

A sharp cry.

Stack stopped.

The sound came again

“Mrrrow”

Stack glanced around the alley.

Wooden crates. Broken barrels. A rusted tub. Flyers for the Dreamland Ballroom. Billie Holiday’s faded picture on the front cover.

Then, he spotted a flash of white beneath a stack of boxes.

Stack crouched.

“Well now.”

Two blue eyes stared back at him.

The kitten looked half-starved. Its fur was dirty. One ear had a small nick. It couldn’t have been more than a few months old.

The kitten immediately hissed.

Stack blinked. “That’s a mighty strong opinion from somebody the size of a biscuit.”

The kitten hissed again.

Stack chuckled. “Yeah. You tough.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the wrapped piece of smoked sausage from the butcher he’d bought earlier for a little taste until he’d gotten back to see what Aunt Pearl was cooking up.

The kitten watched every movement.

Slowly, Stack tore off a piece and set it on the ground.

The little thing hesitated.

Then, it darted forward and clamped it between its paws, pink beans dirty. It started munching, tiny sharp teeth nibbling away.

Gone in seconds.

Stack tore off another piece.

And another.

By the fourth piece, the kitten wasn’t hiding anymore.

By the sixth, it was standing beside his shoe.

By the eight, it was rubbing against his ankle.

Stack sighed. “Ah, hell.”

The kitten meowed.

“You done made up your mind already, ain’t you?”

The kitten looked up at him.

Stack pointed toward the alley entrance.

“You know I run a juke and brothel, right? Loud music. Drink fools. Women that’ll dress you in ribbons and bows.”

The kitten blinked.

“I ain’t got time for no cat.”

The kitten rubbed against his shoe again.

Five minutes later, Stack Moore was walking toward The Blackline with a white kitten tucked inside his jacket.

The first person to notice was Peaches.

Stack had barely stepped through the back entrance when she narrowed her eyes.

“What you got under there?”

“Nothin’.”

Something moved beneath his jacket.

Peaches gasped.

Cordelia appeared from nowhere.

“What is that?”

Stack groaned.

The kitten poked its head out.

“Mrrrow.”

The women erupted.

“Oh, Lord!”

“Look at that baby!”

“Where’d you find him?!”

“She hungry?”

“Can I hold it?!”

Stack immediately regretted every decision that had brought him to this moment. Within minutes, the kitten had been fed milk, wrapped in a towel, and given three different names.

Stack rejected all of them.

Smoke found them gathered in Stack’s office later that evening. He stepped through the doorway and stopped.

The kitten was asleep on Stack’s desk. Cordelia sat nearby sewing something. Peaches was scratching beneath its chin.

Stack was attempting to read paperwork.

Attempting.

Smoke stared. Then looked at his twin.

“You got a cat.”

Stack didn’t glance up.

“It got me.”

Smoke folded his arms.

The silence lasted several seconds. Smoke staring at the kitten with a peculiar expression. Then, he nodded his head once.

“That’s worse.”

Cordelia and Peaches giggled.

They would not stop hounding Stack about a damn name.

The kitten sat in the middle of Stack’s desk, licking one paw while half a dozen girls stood around staring at it. Even some of Stack’s muscle came peeking in to see.

“You gotta give it a name, daddy.” Peaches said.

“I don’t gotta do nothin’.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “You can’t keep callin’ it ‘cat.”

“I damn well can.”

The kitten stepped directly onto one of Stack’s money books. Stack lifted it and placed it back on the desk. The kitten immediately walked onto the book again.

Minnie pointed. “See? She got personality.”

“Or he.” Cordelia said, puffing on a cigarette.

Nobody actually knew. The kitten was too young to tell.

Peaches leaned forward. “What about Pearl!”

“No.”

“Daisy?” Another girl said.

“No.”

“Snowball?” Another girl said.

“Absolutely not.”

Cordelia laughed. “Angel?”

Stack looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“Have you met this animal?”

As if on cue, the kitten swatted an ink pen off the desk.

It hit the floor.

Everyone watched it happen.

“See?” Stack said.

“Maybe Lily?” Peaches offered.

“No.”

“Magnolia?”

“No.”

“Sweet Pea?” Aunt Pearl called out as she walked past Stack’s office.

The look Stack gave her nearly sent Cordelia into laughter.

“What? She eaten my scraps I outta give my input, Elias.” Aunt Pearl argued.

“That cat ain’t sweet and neither are you.” Stack mumbled.

Aunt Pearl twisted her towel and swatted it at Stack. The girls giggled.

The kitten chose that moment to bite Stack’s finger.

It wasn’t hard but it was just enough.

Stack stared down at it.

The kitten stared right back.

Smoke stepped into the office. He took one look at the gathering.

“What ya’ll doin?”

“Namin’ Stack’s cat.”

Smoke looked at the kitten. The kitten looked at Smoke.

Then, for absolutely no reason, it hissed.

Smoke raised an eyebrow.

Stack pointed. “See? Mean.”

The kitten puffed itself up, all six ounces of attitude on display.

Smoke nodded once. “Mean little thing.”

Stack looked down at the kitten again.

The kitten looked up at him.

Then, it reached out and placed one tiny white paw on top of his hand.

Something about it made him grin. Not a big grin. Just enough.

“Trouble.”

Cordelia blinked. “What?”

Stack scratched beneath the kitten’s chin.

“That’s the name.”

The kitten immediately climbed onto his shoulder as if it approved.

Peaches laughed. “Trouble!”

Smoke nodded. “Fits.”

The kitten settled comfortably against Stack’s neck.

Stack shook his head. “Yeah.” Looking around the room, he added, “Besides, that what everybody call me when I walk through the door anyway.”

The kitten purred.

The name stuck.

Stack shook his head.

The kitten purred.

Trouble stayed. Nobody ever officially decided it. It simply happened.

A small cushion appeared beside Stack’s desk. Bowls for water and mashed up scraps the girls stole from the kitchen sat right outside of the office door. Smoke was talked into making a slot at the bottom of the back entrance door for the cat to come and go when it needed to relieve itself.

Trouble grew. Its fur became soft and bright. Its ribs disappeared. And despite an entire building full of people wanting its attention, it followed Stack everywhere.

It slept in his office. Sat on his desk during meetings. Occupied his bed when he was away. Curled beside him whenever he sat still longer than five minutes.

Every night after closing, Stack would lean back in his office chair while the cat occupied his lap like it owned the place.

Maybe it did.

One evening, long after the music downstairs had ended, Stack scratched beneath the cat’s chin while looking over the night’s books.

Trouble began purring.

Stack shook his head. “Everybody in this city wants somethin’ from me.”

Trouble blinked.

“You don’t even know who I am.”

Trouble stretched and settled deeper into his lap.

A smile tugged at the corner of Stack’s mouth.

For once, there was no business to handle.

No debts to collect.

No trouble waiting around the corner.

Just a small white cat asleep against him while the sounds of The Blackline drifted softly through the floorboards below.

It was the closest thing to peace Elias Moore had found in a very long time.

—

Just like every night, The Blackline was full to bursting. Folks were stacked three deep at the bar. Saturday night had filled The Blackline to the rafters. The poker tables stayed busy, the whiskey flowed without pause, and not a single chair sat empty in the house. Cigarette smoke curled toward the ceiling while laughter rolled through the crowded room.

On stage, Ruby Mae or “Big Beaver Mae” sat atop the piano in a sequined dress that caught every oil lamp in the room. Her voice slid through the Juke and Pussy Haven like warm sorghum syrup drizzled over cornbread. Speaking of, she had a hefty slice of Aunt Pearl’s sweet potato cornbread in her hand while she sung about a man with a hook for a pecker that ran off with her money. She earned whistles and applause from the crowd.

Meanwhile, Stack Moore was three hands into a poker game. He had a decent stack of chips in front of him and a man across the table sweating through his collar.

Then, Cordelia appeared.

Stack immediately knew that look.

He leaned back in his chair with a crease between his brows and a toothpick resting in the corner of his mouth.

“What?”

Cordelia folded her arms. “Don’t get mad.”

His eyes narrowed. “What happened?”

“It ain’t bad.”

“Cordelia.”

She pointed toward the stage.

Stack followed her finger.

Then froze.

There, perched on top of the piano beside the singer, sat Trouble.

The little white menace looked entirely pleased with himself.

Stack closed his eyes.

The poker players around him started laughing.

“How the hell…”

“He climbed up there.”

“Yeah but who let his little ass out my office?!”

Cordelia flicked her gaze away.

“Let me guess. Liza?”

“She said Trouble kept meowin’ wantin’ to get out—”

Stack shoved back from the table.

"That cat so little somebody could've stepped on him."

Cordelia followed as he headed across the room.

“He ain’t been stepped on.”

“Yet.”

By the time Stack reached the stage, Miss Ruby Mae had already spotted him.

A wicked smile spread across her face.

“Oh, look who’s comin’!”

The crowd turned.

Several people immediately started laughing.

Trouble stood, stretched, and sat right back down on top of the piano.

Miss Ruby Mae pointed dramatically. “Ya’ll know that cat?!”

The crowd answered at once.

“That’s Stack’s cat!”

“Hmm,” Ruby Mae laughed. “Just like Stack to surround himself with pussy, ain’t it?!”

“DAMN RIGHT!”

She laughed and slapped the piano. Then, she launched into an improvised verse.

🎶 I got a man named Stack, lord he dress so clean and fine… 🎶

The crowd cheered.

🎶 But his little white cat run that Blackline better than he run mine. 🎶

The room exploded with laughter.

Stack stopped at the edge of the stage.

Ruby Mae wasn’t finished.

🎶 That cat steal fish from the kitchen, knock whiskey on the floor… 🎶

Trouble meowed loudly.

A series of ‘aww’s’ filtered about.

Ruby Mae pointed at him.

🎶 And if Trouble don’t like your face, baby, don’t come back no mo’ 🎶

People were doubled over.

Even the piano player nearly missed a note.

Stack rubbed a hand over his face. “You encouragin’ him, woman!”

Ruby Mae laughed. “Honey, that cat don’t need encouragement.”

Trouble chose that exact moment to walk across the piano keys. A loud, awful cluster of notes rang through the room.

The crowd howled.

Stack finally stepped onto the stage and scooped the cat into his arms.

Trouble immediately started purring.

“You proud of yourself?”

The cat blinked.

Ruby Mae leaned toward the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give a hand to Mr. Elias Moore!”

The applause started instantly.

She pointed at the cat. “And the real owner of The Blackline!”

The cheering got even louder.

Stack shook his head while Trouble sat comfortably in his arms, completely unbothered by the chaos he’d caused.

As he walked away from the stage, he could still hear people laughing.

Cordelia passed by and grinned. “Trouble suits that cat just fine.”

Stack looked down at the little fluffy menace.

Trouble looked back at him.

Then, the cat had the nerve to yawn.

Stack sighed. “Yeah.”

The cat had been at The Blackline less than a month.

Already everybody knew his name.