Gabe had to chuckle at the words she was spoken to. A lot of people know who she was, and to the bartender, Mercedes Varnado was another patron of his bar – only with more name recognition than any other regular customer coming in to have a drink. At least, to him, coming over his bar meant that no one would actually have to be afraid to hide themselves – her included. He was as his usual: flirting and entertaining Mercedes’ every tease and playful whim whenever she came and had her drinks, although he would regularly maintain professionalism about him. He still has his pride in his work to keep! “Getting robbed by someone like you would be the last thing on my mind.” He mused, ruffling his hair lightly as he picked up her glass. Mercedes stuck around when Gabe told her that if she liked to take up her flirtatious offer after working hours – half expecting her not to follow through and leave at last light. Again, he was pleasantly glad she did not. “So what now, Mercedes?” Gabe asked, placing the glass into the sink. “After all the teasing and the flirting, you got me all to yourself. Or, maybe I get you all to myself.” He teased lightly.
mercedes quickly grew fond of the conversations she had with gabe. it was a subtle reminder of how to be normal since he wasn’t drooling over her, sneaking pictures of her to post on social media, and asking for her autograph. “i think you have me all to yourself. that sounds about right if you were to ask me because i could’ve left hours ago if i really wanted to,” she propped her head up in the palm of her hand as brown orbs stared to the bartender while there was a small smile on her face. there were a couple of thoughts in her head but none that she was willing to share at the moment. she’s never exactly been at a bar after it’s closed and everyone’s gone home. “i don’t know. why don’t you tell me what’s next? you’ve got a lot more experience than me. i’m open to hearing whatever you’ve got in mind.”
Gabe stood there behind the counter, cleaning a glass in his hand as he hummed to the rather melodious crooning of Frank Ocean, as the empty bar reverberated with the song of the singer. The lyrics was audibly heard clearly with the emptiness, as his lips curled into a smile, knowing that the song was more sex than bar atmosphere, though it could be a little bit of both. Besides, the lyrics were pretty suitable to what Frank wanted to say: sex in the garden. It was pretty straightforward. The bartender chuckled to himself at the thought, as he went on doing his business while Frank Ocean kept him company. The music was no bother to him nor to anyone else working at the previous time, considering that most of the patrons would only take heed of it on the fact that it was a background music. No more, no less. Now, that the customers were gone and the workers all but went home, Gabe was the only one left in the company of Frank Ocean – save for one more patron whom was waiting quite patiently for him. “Still here?” Gabe mused, a chuckle let loose from his lips. “I’d thought you’d might have left already. Looks like I’m wrong on that assumption.”
mercedes has grown a little fond of this establishment. no one seemed to care that she was a professional wrestler known around the world who also played a role in star wars which meant she didn’t really have to hide herself. mercedes had her fingers wrapped around the drink which she ordered at last call and finished the last of it as he finally realized that she decided to stick around. “yep. still here. probably could’ve robbed you blind and you would’ve been too wrapped up in your frank ocean to notice.” she teased him, having observed him humming the tune while he was cleaning up. a smile formed on her lip as she slid her glass closer to him, showing him that he had one more to clean. “i don’t have anywhere to be in the morning so...” she paused, shrugging her shoulders, informing him that there was no shows scheduled for tomorrow. she brought her hands down to her knees as she gazed over the bar at gabe. “i figured i’d take you up on your offer to stick around for a little.”
Masami looked over to the other and smiled. "I... I would like that, too." She said, brushing a piece of her hair back behind her ear.
mercedes could feel the built up nerves slowly flee from her tense body once masami admitted the same. she needed to take a deep breath before speaking again. “awesome. that’s great. i... yeah. when’s good for you? we can do whatever you want. how’s that sound?” she asked, a small smile spreading on the corners of her mouth.
Twenty glorious years. That’s how long Elijah and Sasha had been happily married. Twenty years since Elijah had shared his immortal life with the former Women’s champion. Elijah hadn’t wished to pressure Sasha into joining his criminal empire. Should she have wished she could have remained a WWE superstar till the end of time itself. For a time she had remained, but clearly his business had been of some interest to her. She’d become his right hand, the Mafia Queen or The Mafia Boss as some braver news sources had labeled her. Not that it mattered what they called her, they’d never pin a thing on Sasha or Elijah. Everyday he grows more proud of the life they’ve made together. May it never end.
It was an early Sunday morning, it was started as most mornings did between the infamous couple, making passionate love to one another. Their penthouse high above the city they ruled so tightly. Cock grinding up, moving with the motions of Sasha’s hips as his hands moved across her body. “I was thinking we could spend the night at the restaurant. It’s been too long since I treated you to a dinner date.” He murmured between kisses. The last month had been a mess of meetings, killings and other brutal dealings. They always made time for one another, but not as much as he would have liked.
twenty years. that’s how long she’s claimed a power that not even money could buy. a power that essentially made her stronger than anyone. it changed her life forever. she continued her career a little after being gifted his power but she honestly grew bored of wrestling. she was immortal. over the years, she’s racked up a pretty impressive resume. she’s settled quite a few business deals, helped bring in more money to her and her husband’s organization, and bathed in the blood of some of those who’ve opposed them. though she was immortal, the old sasha banks was dead. red locks (painted that color since she got tired of the red stains that would splash onto her blue locks) fell as she vigorous kissed her husband in the early hours of the morning. his shaft was buried deep inside of her until she leaned forward which removed a few inches before lowering herself back down on it. “we have time to decide on that,” said sasha, knowing they had all the time in the world to talk about and go to a restaurant. the nearly-fifty year old, who didn’t look a day over twenty-nine still, moved her lips down to his neck and began to assault his skin with her lips.
@thechiyonosakenyc asked: for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease ( Sasha giving )
what began as a simple trip to a highly reviewed bar in new york city has turned to this. it was light, innocent flirting at first between an attractive man who owned a bar and a wrestler who wanted a drink that turned to more serious advances as the appearances made by the blue-haired wrestler became more and more common. someone smack mercedes because here she was falling for the man. they were in gabe’s loft after the bar’s closed for the night. had to have been into the late hours of the night but she wasn’t paying much attention. mercedes had a few drinks but nothing too intense. she could handle her alcohol since wine was a common drink of choice in her home. some music was turned on which set the mood as mercedes approached the older male and she began to give him a lap dance. her hips moved and grinded against him while her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. she ran her hand down his cloth covered chest and repeated the movements.
“Then cum. Cum for me, Princess.” Honestly Bruce needed this. The last few months had been progressively tougher and tougher on his physique. Death and destruction weren’t new to Gotham but as of late there’s been no respite from it all. This, Sasha was a much needed distraction. He couldn’t control this. Mouth mixing over hers, in an attempt to feel whatever moan would vibrate out at the moment of her climax. He wouldn’t allow her even a moment to recover however. Once he knew for a fact that she’d cum, his fingers ripping away and were replaced by the meaty member that swung between his legs. Body laid atop hers and pounded down into her. No rest for the wicked.
the orgasm absolutely ripped through the body of the legit boss which shook heavily as she experienced that high. others have made her cum but no one could make sasha banks cum quite like bruce. her breathing was heavy and she didn’t even say a word. her eyes were shut and she didn’t realize what he was doing until she felt some movement. her brown orbs showed themselves and she watched the male climb over her. words weren’t necessary right now. sasha knew what was next. her legs wrapped around his waist and he impaled her and she leaned her head back, shut her eyes, and moan as he pounded into her. “fuuuuck!” the blue-haired star moaned out as her body was hardly given the chance to rest.
“Mm well you succeeded and then some. Let me show you how much.” Finger pulled from her ass, cock tip moved to take its place. Prodding her, teasing her before finally pushing all the way inside. They’d made a lot of memories in locker rooms like this. Be it fucking before and after her match at Mania, having a threeway with Pam after they won the tag titles for the first time and now, celebrating her return like only they knew how to. Cock almost struggling to fit inside her tightest of holes, which only made it that much more pleasurable as it suddenly began to glide effortlessly within his lover. “Fuck, fuck , fuck!”
thank god she was able to get her hand over her mouth or else everyone would’ve heard her cry out when his cock penetrated her tighter hole. no matter how good it felt during the fuck, there was always that initial bit of pain that ached her at felt. he was big but she loved it. thankfully, anthony must’ve lubed up when she was gone because he was moving in her so easily now. “oh fuck, fuck...” the wrestler cursed into the air. the locker room was filled with sounds of moans, groans, and skin slapping against each other each time he met her ass. her nails dug into the table to the point where you could see the scratches against the wood.
It was the Saturday before SummerSlam, while the rest of her co-workers were likely already in Vegas, in hotel rooms and suites nervously counting down the minutes until the big event, Arthur and Sasha were back at their manor home in LA. Why travel all that way when they could simply hop into their jet in the morning? After all it allowed them to continue their pre-title match ritual. Sex. Lots of sex. This morning he’d found Sasha preparing breakfast in the kitchen. He wasn’t interested in toast, cereal or even pancakes. What did interest him was getting between her legs. He felt her thighs quiver as his mouth devoured her core as she sat upon the kitchen counter. Whatever potential nerves she had, they’d be fucked out of her by the time she has to walk through the curtain to her match.
it was the perfect training for her upcoming bout against the current smackdown women’s champion. a test of endurance. to see how long she could last before her body could fight now more. maybe this wasn’t a fair comparison since arthur was twenty-times better at eating her out than bianca was at wrestling. loud moans echoed off of the walls inside of their kitchen as sasha felt her husband’s tongue rapidly flicking and moving against her walls. “shit! dammit,” she said, throwing her hair back and letting out a shaky breath. one of her hands was used to help balance herself while the other moved to his head.
One way or another tomorrow’s show would be the last time anyone sees Sasha Banks for awhile. They just don’t know it yet. Anthony and Mercedes had been talking a lot recently about their future. With Becky having just had a kid, Candice revealing herself to be expecting, it got some ideas flowing. They could have kids and it not be the end of things for her career. So as they sat up on Saturday before SummerSlam, they were trying for a baby. They’d been trying since they arrived in that morning. Only a brief hour or so break for dinner. But now they were firmly on round three of the night. “Get that cute ass back here.” Anthony teased as he watched Mercedes stroll back to him. Arms wrapping around her waist to pull her frame back onto his body, cock slipping easily inside of her once more.
mercedes couldn’t believe that they were doing this and there was no chance of them turning around. he’s already pumped her full of his seed numerous times tonight. surely, without a doubt in her mind, there was a good chance that her life would be changed forever after tonight. but she needed this last hoorah. one last match before she possibly hung up the boots for good. that’s where the rematch at summerslam against bianca happened. she needed a break to go and grab a drink of water before she returned the bedroom, a little swagger in each step which her naked body took. the blue-haired superstar giggled as she was pulled back to him. “ohhhh fuck,” she moaned as she felt his cock impaling her body once again. her nails drug down his chest and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. he was so deep and she loved it. “you’re so deep... fuck, baby...” the wrestler whined out with her eyes closed.
It’s amazing what the prospect of immortality could do to a person. There’d been few Elijah had ever wished to share that gift with, but Sasha was among them. She was perfection personified. An incredible athlete. As shame to have that someday dwindle. So he revealed all to her and by the time the sunrises she will share in his gifts. “You’ll be the forever champion. Think about it, generations of future superstars all attempting to wrestle away the gold that will be fixed around this waist.” Hands shifting from her svelte waist to her ass as the Boss rolled over his lap. “Tell me how much you want that. How much you wish to be mine till the end of time.”
there was always a catch. the chance to live forever and live out her dreams with no end in sight with the catch that she had to spend the time with him. it wasn’t a bad thought by any means. he spoiled her and treated her like she was royalty. he always took good care of her. she rocked her hips against his lap as she pondered the offer. “hmm. that does sound nice... and being married to you doesn’t sound too bad...” she hummed, moaning softly as his hands moved over her ass. all of his riches and luxuries would be at his disposal. it was a dream come true for someone like her. all she had to do was commit to him to the end of time. sasha pulled away from his lap and she flipped her position so that she was facing the immortal now. she made herself nice and comfortable in his lap and positioned herself to where her deep brown orbs could stare deep into his eyes. a smirk crossed her features. “i’m yours. now and forever. i don’t need anyone else. all i need is you... and your gift... and i’m ready for it.”
Who cooks meals for the other? it’s a little bit of both. they both come from very different backgrounds and have very different recipes to share.
Who spams the other with memes? again, both of them. they both spend enough time on the internet to see plenty of memes that they’d find funny.
Who likes to tidy around the house? tommy. i feel like he has some slight ocd and likes to keep things organized. not to say az doesn’t tidy things up herself.
Who likes to play pranks on the other? neither. they don’t seem like the prank type.
Who asked the other to move in with them? it’d be tommy.
Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? whoever is driving. live and die by the rule that the person driving has first choice on the songs they listen to.
Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? az.
Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? i don’t see either of them needing to hold each other but... maybe az might grab him during a jump scare?
Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? neither.
Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? neither but i picture them being more into working through words. whispering what they plan on doing to each other and getting them all worked up. they save the touch for privacy.
Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? it honestly depends on the day, how late the other stayed up, and if they did any travelling.
Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? az
Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? neither.
Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? neither.
Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? ugh. this is a hard question because it is 100% dependent on the game since they are both gamers. i can see either of them showing mercy, the other getting a little cocky, and then the other deciding to put them in their place in a rematch.
Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? tommy probably trips over a cat or something and wakes her
@gotattitude asked: “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” - From Becky to Sasha
rebecca always did a damn good job at seeing through mercedes’ bullshit. especially when she was dealing with the inner struggle of seeing her as a friend but also wanting to kiss the hell out of her at the same time. it was a long-standing issue that mercedes has been dealing with for many, many years but it seems like it’s finally coming to a head. she brought her lips into her mouth and looked away briefly, releasing them as she spoke. “what are you going to do about it then?” the blue-haired superstar asked as her gaze lifted back to rebecca.
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