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atomicami · 9 months

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tattoo artist!abby hcs

modern!abby anderson x fem!reader

✰ content: no outbreak obviously, mentions of needles, tattoos/piercings, vegas living, mentions of anxiety from reader, a bit of homophobia, there are nsfw headcanons so minors and ageless blogs DNI!!, mentions of oral and strap usage (r!receiving), mirror play, scissoring, some picture taking, very inappropriate use of piercings 😀 different sex positions, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

✰ middle pic creds to @abbystanaccount

these headcanons are inspired off a pic i saw on twitter the other day that literally had me going feral. like if that isn’t the most tattoo artist!abby coded shit then idk what is. so let’s talk about it!

✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s been addicted to getting tattoos since the day she turned 18 and is so obsessed with the buzzing of the tattoo gun that she decided to dedicate her whole career on it

✰ tattoo artist!abby also canonically has her tongue pierced. you can’t tell me otherwise.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s now in her mid 20s and owns a tattoo shop in las vegas, nevada, since the tattoo industry tends to pay pretty well there. what happens in vegas doesn’t always tend to stay there, right?

✰ tattoo artist!abby goes through lots of customers on a day to day basis, and personally she could care less whether they’re sober and just looking for some new ink or drunk with some impulsive decision making after a bottomless margarita from fat tuesday’s because she’s still making that bank regardless.

✰ tattoo artist!abby also keeps a black polaroid camera by her station and has a whole collection of photos hung up on the wall next to her desk. to cherish the moment, she’s always had the tradition to take a picture of her first time clients, along with any celebrities that have visited her shop as well.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who hears the shop’s bell chime and turns to see a group of girls coming their way towards reception for a walk in appointment.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who sees you shyly standing in the middle of your friend group, anxiously waiting while you look around her shop

✰ tattoo artist!abby is told by one of your friends that they’re celebrating their graduation season from UNLV and as a memory together they all wanted to get some cheap $10 matching tattoos that her shop offered to customers.

✰ tattoo artist!abby notices that you’re the only one in your friend group that doesn’t have any tattoos and secretly holds her excitement in when you tell her that it’s your first one, because she would love to be the first person to put some ink on that blank canvas of yours.

✰ tattoo artist!abby starts making stencils for your friend group’s matching tattoos. your friends impulsively chose to do matching tramp stamps and of course you reluctantly agree to do it with them.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who, once it’s your turn, tries to keep her cool when you position yourself on the chair, with your front facing with the front of the chair and your bare lower back peeking out of your low rise jeans to her face.

✰ tattoo artist!abby gently placing the stencil on your lower back and handing you a mirror for you to check and see if the placement looks good.

✰ tattoo artist!abby noticing you start to get anxious once she turns on the tattoo gun, and keeps her free hand placed by your hip, and tells you reassuringly “just squeeze my hand if it hurts or if you need a break, okay?”

✰ tattoo artist!abby praising you throughout the whole tattoo process, saying things like “you’re doing so good for me love, just stay still now…i promise we’re almost done.”

✰ tattoo artist!abby who pulls out her polaroid camera once everyone’s finished and takes a group photo of you with your friends to hang up on her client wall, before pulling you to the side to get a photo of just you with your first tat.

✰ tattoo artist!abby letting your first tattoo be on the house and not letting you pay for it, secretly telling you that it’s a special discount just for you since you’re the prettiest client she’s ever had

✰ tattoo artist!abby who runs into you at the grocery store a week later, and you couldn’t help but check her out in the gym outfit she was wearing: dark gray sweats and a tight black muscle tee that perfectly contoured her broad physique and showed off her arms, letting you see how her inked pieces hugged those defined muscles of hers. and her hands…you also couldn’t help but imagine what her tatted fingers would look like inside your cu—

“hey! long time no see…everything alright with the tattoo so far?”

“hm? oh yeah! the tattoo has been healing perfectly…i’ve been doing the aftercare routine you recommended me to do.”

✰ tattoo artist!abby takes advantage of the moment she has with you right now and asks you out on a date, to which you accept.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who takes you out to a lovely restaurant by the strip, and tells you to order whatever you want because she’s been dying to spoil you since the moment you walked into her shop.

✰ tattoo artist!abby holding you close by her side as you walk down the strip with her. since she’s more familiar with vegas than you are, she knows how the strip can be dangerous at night and wants to keep you safe.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who safely drops you off back to your place in her black jeep wrangler, kissing you on the cheek goodbye with a second date already locked in.

✰ who knew that a second date with tattoo artist!abby would soon progress into something much more than that.

✧*.｡✰ ───

✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s now been your girlfriend for almost three years, to which i’m very well aware is equivalent to like a whole decade in wlw relationships but you both are still going strong today.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who manages to expand her tattoo shop, now being a small chain with a few other locations established across las vegas.

✰ tattoo artist!abby loves it when you visit her during your lunch hours, leaving whatever it is that she was doing to any of her other employees to finish so she can spend some time with you

✰ tattoo artist!abby who still has the polaroid she took of you from when you first came into her shop three years ago, placed inside a little red photo frame on her desk right next to her customer photo wall.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who now lives with you, and upgraded her studio apartment to a nice townhouse outside of the strip, since she knows you have a hard time sleeping at night with the overwhelming atmosphere it always carries.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who lets you color her tattoos with markers whenever you get really anxious, since she knows doing that helps you calm down.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s done just a few more pieces on you since the start of your relationship with her, but you always tell her to keep the tattoos minimalistic since that is the style you’ve preferred

✰ tattoo artist!abby who takes you out to eat for your three year anniversary at top of the world, a fancy revolving restaurant located inside the stratosphere hotel that has a panoramic view of the entire las vegas strip

✰ tattoo artist!abby who that same night, waits at the right moment for the hourly fountain show to start playing in front of the bellagio so she can get down on one knee and propose to you right there for everyone to see.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who goes all out for the wedding, booking it at a venue not in vegas, but all the way upstate in lake tahoe, so the two of you can get married with a beautiful lakeside view.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who successfully convinces her father to walk you down the aisle at her wedding after your parents found out that you were going to marry her and decided not to come. despite the fact that jerry wasn’t too fond of abby’s tattoo obsession and had wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor like him, it didn’t stop him from unconditionally loving and supporting his only daughter. and he knew you were the perfect one to give that to her as well.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who doesn’t even let the officiant finish his final statement and wraps an arm around your waist, twirling you around the altar and giving you the most passionate kiss in front of everyone to tie the knot.

✰ but to really tie the knot, after the wedding ceremony you and abby end up tattooing each others first initial onto each others ring fingers inside her shop.

✰ tattoo artist!abby who is so excited to spend the rest of her life married to an amazing and supportive woman like you.

NSFW HCS UNDER THE CUT

✰ tattoo artist!abby enjoys some good missionary, but then again who doesn’t? she mostly loves doing it to you because she knows you get that sense of protection from her in the bedroom with her prominent, muscular figure towering over yours when she pounds her strap deep inside you.

✰ this one shouldn’t even have to be listed because we all know damn well that tattoo artist!abby eats it for her own pleasure. that woman will eat you out like its her final meal on death row. and with that metal tongue ring of hers rubbing against your clit and teasing your tight entrance, abby’s expert tongue alone will have you cumming into her mouth instantly.

✰ tattoo artist!abby also owns one of those vibrating tongue rings, but she’ll only use that on you after you’ve had AT LEAST three orgasms so you’re super overstimulated for it

✰ tattoo artist!abby definitely makes you look down in between your legs while she fingers you, so you can see how much your wetness is soaking up the healed ink on her fingers while she pumps them in and out of your needy cunt.

✰ tattoo artist!abby also doesn’t care how loud you end up getting while she fucks you, despite how embarrassed you get with startling the neighbors when it happens. if anything she encourages that so they can know how good she’s making you feel.

✰ tattoo artist!abby either uses a completely black strap OR a skin tone colored strap that she had custom made to look like it has tattoos on it, because if she was a dude she would definitely have her dick tatted too idc.

✰ tattoo artist!abby has definitely fucked you in her shop when no one else is around..like can you imagine taking her strap in the same chair that she tattoos her customers?? not to mention she’s got mirrors in that shop and she will definitely make you look at it and watch yourself take her strap like the good slut you are.

✰ in addition, tattoo artist!abby also installed a mirror on the ceiling above the chair. she always tells her customers it’s for them to see their backs better while getting a back piece done but you know damn well she put that in her own shop just for you to watch yourself better the next time she fucks you in that chair again

✰ and we certainly can’t forget about tattoo artist!abby’s iconic polaroid camera…she definitely is one for playing the photographer in the bedroom and keeps loads of nude polaroids of you tucked inside her wallet which are for her eyes only.

✰ tattoo artist!abby LOVES doing reverse cowgirl with you! mainly because she can see your whole back profile perfectly and admire the first piece of ink she put on you every time you ride her strap 🫶🏻

✰ i also feel like it’s not too common for tattoo artist!abby to do this but whenever she feels like doing something different she’ll for sure scissor you too. and it’ll definitely feel good on your end because…well…let’s just say that abby’s tongue isn’t the only part of her body that’s pierced 🫣

✰ and last but not least, tattoo artist!abby is 100% the queen of aftercare. she’ll treat your fucked out self the same way she would with a freshly done tattoo. she’ll draw you a nice warm bath to soothe your muscles, make you drink lots water for hydration, and curl up in the bed with her tatted sleeves wrapped around you as you drift off with her to sleep.

in conclusion, we need to give tattoo artist!abby the attention she deserves 🧎🏻‍♀️thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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sunjoy · 1 year

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Here’s a life update since I haven’t been active in years:

I’m almost 27

I have a dog

I love being blonde (I’m not anymore)

I’m a realtor in Atlanta

I’m still a sad gorl but better at managing stuffs…

I don’t know how to use tumblr now cause there’s lots of new features

#me #m00nchile #fat black girls blog #traveling while black #I’m a grownup #mindful living #fat girls travel #thailand #phuket #NYC #BLONDE #soft life

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toruro · 7 months

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to be young and in love

pairing: seungcheol x f reader

tags: smut (18+), loss of virginity, implied corruption kink

a/n: IF YOU SAW THIS ON MY ANIME BLOG NO U DID NOT. it's not my fault cheol and atsumu are the same person

first time with new college boyfriend seungcheol ... you're a little nervous though :[ everyone'd laughed at the idea of two of you at first because why would casanova of the century wanna settle down and do little 'boba dates~' with some random girl who'd always have her head in a silly little book :/ they didn't see the way he looked at you with sparkles in his eyes and added an extra inch to his smile when he sees you ...

they don't see the mess you've got seungcheol in right now ... making out lazily on his lap this sunday afternoon and before you know you're grinding over his clothed cock .,, cheol's lips are all red and swollen because fuck, if you can't get enough of him ... black hair all over the place and eyes hazy as he fights off the urge to cum in his pants when you look at him with a glossy gaze ... "'cheol ... i wanna ... y'know," you breath out, voice low and squeaky 'cause cheol kisses you so well it's like he's sucked out all the air in your lungs.

n seungcheol's grinning ear to ear as your eyebrows furrow cutely—can't fuckin' help the way his cock bulges in his sweats, you're too sweet, asking him all shy and stuff ... drives him fuckin' crazy, yknow? "you wanna what baby? ... wanna fuck?" and cheol coos so gingerly you think you might melt right on the spot ... melt into his palms and let him swallow you whole 'cause before you know it he's strippin' you bare, shoving his pants down—fuck, his cock's so pretty with that angry red tip and pretty pearls of pre ... cheol's a gentleman through and through though, and he fingers you nice and long, fat fingers making you squirm on his lap as he sucks dark hickeys into your neck, your tits ..

n when he finally replaces his fingers for his cock, you're cryin' into his shoulders ... "'s not gonna fit," you sob and cheol can't help himself ... just shushing you gently as you sink down on his fat length, trying not to fuck you into the mattress when he sees your cheeks glossy with tears ... you just look so pretty when you cry. he'll make it up to you by eating you out cleaning you up this cuddled in a nice hot bath later ... for now, watching your teeth caught between your teeth, pretty tits heavin' up and down, seungcheol knows he's just gotta deeper c:

#svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #seungcheol scenarios #scoups x reader #scoups smut #scoups imagines #💌 drabbles

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littlefreya · 25 days

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Neptune's Snare

Summary: She came to take revenge on the loathsome man who murdered her fiance, only to become his captive.

Read Chapter One

Pairing: AU!Pirate August Walker x Virgin OFC (for now 😏)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Sexual themes, dark themes mentioned, historical inaccuracies, kidnapping, captivity, graphic descriptions of sex, intimidation, slow burn, sexual tension, foul language.

A/N: I was unsure whether I should do part 2, but @deandoesthingstome (💖) motivated me to do it, so I truely hope you will like it. Many thanks to @agniavateira, for beta'ing. I am no longer using my old tag list, but I will tag those who specifically asked to be tagged for this story via my new Writing Update Blog @littlefreyaslibrary.

Thanks for reading, and please reblog with a comment 🖤

Chapter Two

Hours had passed since the Captain left—hours of futile attempts to escape the cruelty of the heavy iron binds. By now, the ship was deep into the ocean, miles away from any harbour or piece of land. The notion that she’d been abducted by the most ruthless murderer known to authorities had only just begun to sink.

As hot tears stung at her cheeks, Lizette couldn’t help but chuckle at the stupidity that led her to this fate.

‘Did you really think that a foolish girl could succeed where great men had failed?’

If Lizette had dared be honest, she would admit she never thought that plan through, not that it mattered much anymore. Soon enough, she would be yet another shiny trinket in Blackbeard’s gaudy collection.

Exhausted from a fierce yet futile battle, she leaned her head back against the plush, gold-paneled wall. Her weary gaze drifted through the open window, where the dark skies and black seas merged into a desolate void. No light shone through tonight; the darkness has devoured the stars and the moon. Lizette felt as if she was drowning in it too, sinking into a thick, tar-like liquid. With each breath, the collar around her throat grew heavier, the iron pressing into her skin and dragging her deeper and deeper until everything faded to black.

When she blinked again, it was still night but the cabin was lit in deep shades of honey and amber. Her heart skipped—once for the iron still hanging from her neck and twice as her bleary eyes caught sight of a shadow by the edge of the big table.

It appeared that her host had returned.

Boots flung across the food-abundant table, the Captain sat back in his royal velvet chair. One hand cradled a silver chalice whilst the other toyed with the edge of his thick whiskers. Silver trays of food, wine, and books were splayed before him, surrounded by dozens of fat, wax-dripping candles. The flickering flame guttered upon his eyes, painting them bright red while he observed the girl intently.

The curiosity was mutual, at least to some extent. As loathsome as the pirate was, Lizette could not help but scrutinise. Never in her life did she see a man so crude and yet so regal at the same time, He looked like a washed-out king, holding himself to a higher status amongst the scum aboard his ship. Surrounding himself with fine art, books and scientific obscurities, one would assume that this low-life man was educated, or at least aspired to be. His appearance, too, was of some sort of false elegance, with his moustache carefully groomed and his hair neatly combed save for an errant curl that fell upon his tanned forehead. However, the white cotton shirt that hung partially unbuttoned and loose from his shoulders exposed him for what he truly was as it revealed a myriad of tattoos, scars, and coarse hair.

‘Nothing but a filthy scoundrel.’

“At last, sleeping beauty is awake.”

Lizette kept her tongue knotted. The blazes on her stare answered on her behalf.

August scoffed at the silent response. ‘Precious little thing,’ Had only she known how much he enjoyed obstinate women. The only thing that was better than bending a spitfire to his will was getting a nun to kneel before his cock.

A slight twitch tugged at his cheek; his smirk widening at the fond memory.

‘Ah, Mary… you sure pray hard.’

Letting go of his whiskers and the chalice in his grasp, the Captain reached for a loaf of bread and split it in half. Steam rose and coiled to the air. The scrumptious scent of the freshly baked goods quickly filled the room and wafted over Lizette in a tempting invitation. Absentminded, she suckled her bottom lip, almost able to taste the sweetness on her tongue.

The pirate held out one piece of the loaf, an unmistakably provoking grin lighting his face. “Would you dine with me, pet?”

Weakness unfurled through her, reminding Lizette that it must have been hours, if not an entire day, since she last ate. Her empty belly flipped and gurgled so loudly that the pirate could hear it even from where he sat. Joy immediately cascaded about his glance; the impish grin between his cheeks further stretched.

To his delightful surprise, the girl was a lot more stubborn than she appeared. Instead of begging, she offered a spiteful glare and turned her face away.

“I’d rather starve!”

“Suit yourself.” The Captain shrugged and bit on one of the pieces. Hums and moans sputtered from his mouth, all exaggerated to taunt his brazen prisoner. As he finished chewing, he sucked on each of his inked fingers.

“Got a name, pet?”

“What matter is that to you?” The girl spat.

August shrugged again and returned to the chalice, dragging it on the table's surface in circular motions. A deep-red whirlpool briefly formed in his drink. He stared at it indifferently as he retorted, “Matters not, pet. But since you’ll be spending some time here in my quarters, I will require a moniker to approach you by. Question is, would you rather I choose a name for you myself? It won’t be a nice one. I can promise you that.”

Keeping her eyes averted, the girl folded her knees and hugged them, a deep sigh sinking from her. She couldn’t even bring herself to imagine the horrendous name he would choose.

“My name is Lizette.”

A touch of dark delight kissed his face—as if he had heard the enchanting hymn of a siren. Thoughtful, he stopped stirring his drink to the sound of her name, licked his lips, lifted the chalice and pressed it to his lips. “Ah, yes, you are definitely a Lizzy.”

“It’s Lizette!” she vehemently corrected.

“Oh!” The pirate abruptly twirled his free hand in the air, his brows lifting in a sardonically submissive gesture. “Forgiveness! Mercy, milady!” That had earned him the attention he was hoping to receive, as finally, Lizette snapped to glare at him.

The pure ire on her face did nothing but feed his amusement.

With a slanted grin and his thumb brushing his whiskers, he eyed her back. It’s been a while since a girl piqued his fascination, and this one was indeed something else. Fear seeped from her like dewy nectar from a ripe fruit. The sheen of sweat clinging to her skin and the throbbing at the crook of her neck gave away her true emotions. Yet, she exuded the unyielding fury of a harpy, the shackles around her throat barely deterring her brazen spirit..

‘Bold little thing. As ferocious as the ship’s cat…’ August thought and then frowned, ‘Where is that ungodly creature, anyway? Haven’t seen it in a while.’

“Lady Lizette…” the correct moniker rolled smoothly on his tongue in an inherently sinister sweetness. “Are you always such a rude guest to your hosts?”

“Guest?!” Lizette seized the chain that held her collar to the wall and lifted it in front of him—a deep frown decorating her weary face.

“I am not a guest! I am a prisoner!”

“Ah! Ah!” The pirate lifted his inked index finger in an unbearably pretentious manner. "It was you who came aboard my ship willingly, and let us not forget—uninvited.”

Lizette felt a chill in her chest, the same chill she always sensed when getting an answer wrong in her Latin lessons. He was right, and there was more to it. Pirate or not, doesn't every man deserve respect in his own home?

That notion made her cheeks hot.

“And if I may…“ the pirate drawled huskily and shifted into his seat. Lizette’s eyes followed his movement with the wariness of a skittish cat. Initially bemused, she realised his hand had snaked below the table and was now fumbling with his waistband.

A deep, pulsating pang bloomed in her core as the primordial anxiety every maiden is doomed to suffer from awoke within her. Alarmed, she shook her head and blurted hoarsely, “Wait!”

The pirate paid her no mind; either he didn’t hear or didn’t care. Then, his hand sprang back sharply with a pistol in his grip—the same one he had confiscated from her merely a few hours before.

“Did you not attempt to murder me in my own home?”

With those words, he slammed the pistol on the table, the dull thud booming through the cabin wall and causing Lizette to jump with a start.

Sinking back to his red regal chair, August crossed his fingers together and pressed his lips together with the contempt of an authority figure. The many golden trinkets around his fingers chimed as they collided.

“Answer me, Pet.”

Lizette regarded the pistol carefully. The golden floral embellishments upon the handle sparked with the candle's light. For a fleeting moment, she wondered how fast she needed to be to grab the pistol and shoot him dead in his rotten heart. Instead, she simply nodded, much as she could with the heavy collar around her neck. The spots where the sharp edges grazed her flesh burnt as sweat dripped over the bruised skin.

“Dumb as your plan was, I do appreciate the gesture, las. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to murder me, but it’s definitely the first time it was a beautiful young lady. Was all of this because of a boy?” He challenged, crooking one eyebrow.

This time, Lizette did not hesitate to answer.

“You robbed me of my future!” She corrected, and though she tried to maintain a fierce demeanour, the quiver in her voice gave away the rageful grief.

Sympathy, sadly, was not in August’s books, especially not whilst being distracted by the way her breasts pressed against the confines of the corset with every fervorous breath. A small, almost inaudible groan left his lips. He wondered if she, indeed, was a virgin. Did he deny her of her wedding night? Were these lovely tits ever in the hands of a man before?

Surely, he would find out. One way or another.

With a glare still fixed on her cleavage, he grazed his dimpled chin and simply shrugged.

“Pirate.”

Lizette hissed in response. Defiant, she snapped her arms across her chest to hide her cleavage.

‘Pig.’

“So I robbed you of your future,” August continued, mimicking quotation marks with his long, inked fingers. “And thus, you thought you should rob me of mine?”

“And what future would that be? Murdering and whoring?” she muttered hatefully.

The pirate swatted a hand over his chest, giving her a fake, exaggerated pout. “Now that pains me, love.”

Lizette could sense the blood seeth beneath her skin. She was used to men belittling her, but never did she experience such sheer mockery and humiliation. Trembling, she yelled back, “Good! I wish you nothing but pain!”

“And so she continues to insult me in my own home.” August clicked his tongue and shook his head with sardonic disappointment. “You highborn ladies sure lack respect. ‘Funny thing is, no matter how uppity women like you act, they all want the same thing…” his voice slurred and deepened, coaxing a baffled look from the maiden who abruptly forgot her wrath and ate the bait.

“And what would that be?”

The pirate stood and calmly paced to the fore of the table, where he leaned against the edge to peer down at his prisoner. Lizette remained guarded. he was fairly far away yet close enough for his shadow to fall upon her face and for his manhood to be situated at the level of her mouth. She struggled to avoid staring at it directly, which only made that wretched smug smile light his face again.

“What you ladies truly want is to be violated by none other but us ‘lowlife scoundrels’,” August nibbled his bottom lip, a dry chuckle escaping him as more fond memories came to mind. “Truly, the lots of you are bored by the castrated virility of the poised gentlemen. All you fantasise about is to be fucked dirty like a whore by a brute who has no sense of propriety.”

The pirate held his fist before him and mimicked a slow pumping motion. Although Lizette did not quite understand it, his words alone were enough to leave her gravely unsettled.

“You are an animal,” she snarled, not realising that her nails were biting into her forearms as she clutched herself so protectively.

But that merely fueled him.

“Tell me, Pet, did your boy satisfy those dark desires before he left a delicious bonny lass like yourself all alone? Did he split open and plundered your sweet little cunt, ass, and mouth, or did he leave you wet and miserable?”

Heat crawled at Lizette’s cheeks, yet she wasn’t sure whether it was from outrage or shame. Never in her life had she even considered the possibilities he had suggested, and now those horrifying images poisoned her mind.

Amused by her obvious mortification, the pirate tilted his head impishly. “No? Not even a finger or a tongue?”

“Stop it!” She implored, her voice cracking.

Ignoring her plea, he clicked his tongue. “Aw, sweet, tender flower. That’s the problem, isn’t it? He left you all alone and uncharted—that lonesome seal, begging to be invaded. Well, milady, you didn’t have to threaten me with a pistol in that case. All you had to do was ask.”

The pirate reached for his bulge and squeezed it, much to Lizette’s dismay.

”Trust me, one night with me, and you’d forget you ever loved him.”

That was enough to send Lizette over the edge. Not thinking twice, she jerked to her feet, the chains around her rattling along a furious onslaught that sputtered from her mouth.

“Love?! What do you know about love? You are a monster! All you do is kill and rape! You are incapable of love, and I’d be damned if anyone could ever love you!”

All the candles in the cabin flickered with a sudden gust of wind as the pirate suddenly lunged forward. He moved so fast, too fast. Lizette hadn’t even had the chance to sway from his touch, and already he was upon her. Crude fingers dug deep into the hollows of her cheek, forcing her to face his terrorising stare.

“You think this is a game? You think you know anything about me, little girl? About what I’ve done!?”

It was not a question to be answered, and even so, Lizette couldn’t bring herself to speak; she was suffocating, drowning on the surface. All around her, the air stood dense with the scent of iron, wine, and musky sweat, whilst the weight of his body crushed as it clung to her.

Closer, deeper. Layers upon layers of silk and wool separated their skin from one another, and still, she sensed the curve and firmness of his robust figure. The woven map of muscles that adorned his torso and the flex each muscle made as he tensed were evident

But none of this came close to what she saw as he forced her to look into his eyesa wrathful maelstrom pregnant with sinister urges beyond her darkest fears. It felt as if it was trying to draw her into a deep sense of anger, and grief submerged her.

Dread began to spill into her veins. He was going to kill her.

Lizette sucked in a deep shuddering breath. She was not going to join her Edward. Not tonight.

“Let go of me!” She squealed and began to punch his shoulders repeatedly. It felt like hitting iron, every blow more painful than the other, yet she refused to stop.

Indeed, she was just like that sea monster of a cat.

Stoic as an icy sea breeze, the pirate tilted his head at the girl. Despite her desperate efforts, her battle did nothing but vex him. Quirking one eyebrow, he released his grip from her jaw and swiftly reached for her hands. Lizette did her best to evade, squirming erratically, but to no avail. With a swift single hand, he seized her wrists and pinned them above her head with a booming thud.

The girl gasped out with surrender, strands of her hair blowing back and forth upon her face as she heaved and panted exhaustingly. With his hand around her wrists and his body slightly bent to meet her height, he stood closer to her than any other man had before. So close that she could taste the wine and sea salt on his breath and study every freckle and every scar that marked his skin. He was nothing like her Edward, she thought; he was coarse and terrifying, and despite it all, she found him tragically beautiful.

She hated him for that.

“Listen to me now and listen carefully,” he finally spoke, tightening his grip around her wrists.

Liaette lifted her chin disdainfully; it took every ounce of self-restraint not to spit at his murderous, smug face.

“You’ve mistook my hospitality and playfulness for kindness, but let’s get this straight; I am not a good man. Upset me, and I will pluck that little flower between your thighs without blinking and then throw you to my crew once I have my fill.”

His words brought a stark shiver down her spine, yet it wasn’t just fear this time but something far more primordial. Between her trembling thighs, she sensed dewy wetness. A desperate gnawing need she had never known before. Trying to ease and brush it off, she squirmed and ground her thighs.

August’s brow rose with realisation, an immediate knowing grin spilling upon his malicious face. He leaned closer, his lips and whiskers brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“Seems like there won’t be much resistance from you, isn’t that so, pet? Soon, you’ll beg me to fuck y…”

His words were cut as warm saliva splattered on his cheek.

He shut his eyes momentarily, releasing a deep, exasperated grunt and then moved an inch away to fish a silk handkerchief from his pocket. Lizette watched proudly as he wiped his face.

The pirate, however, was not amused. Throwing away the handkerchief, he offered her a deadly frown. And then he leaned in, his mouth drawing voraciously closer to hers as if meaning to devour her.

“I warned you…”

“Captain.”

A low, sonorous call followed from the door, drawing both August and Lizette to turn their heads toward the uninvited guest.

Lizette blinked twice. The man in question was almost the spitting image of August, though his hair was wild with earthy curls and his beard fully grown, pointy, and tended with wax. Indifferent to the scene before him, he drew a pipe from his pockets and lit it with the flame of a candle that stood on a shelf near the door.

August regarded him with slight respect, yet not without annoyance:." What is it? I am busy.”

“I can see that,” the other pirate puffed out, grey lines of smoke following through his nostrils, “you are needed at the brig.”

“About?”

“Flint might finally speak.”

Eyes ablaze with sudden intrigue, August straightened to his fall height and drew a step back from the girl yet kept his grip around her wrists.

“I assume your methods worked, brother?” He crooked one eyebrow at the other pirate curiously.

‘Brother, of course,’ Lizette nearly chuckled. The men must have been twins, although she could tell the other sibling had far more grey in his untamed mane.

“My methods always work.” He answered with dry arrogance. “Finish her off later. This is more important.”

August lingered, his fingers brushing over his moustache as he contemplated what to do with his sweet little prisoner. The possibilities were endless, yet the more interesting ones would take some time, and with the trouble she gave him, he definitely wanted to give her what she deserved.

A deep, exasperated sigh left his lips. “A moment, Gus,” he requested, finally unhanding the girl.

The man, now known as Gus, bowed his head and threw Lizette a quick glance before disappearing into the darkness behind the door.

“It seems like I have some business to attend to, love. Shall we continue our little fun later?” August teased, slight annoyance still lingering at the tone of his voice.

Lizette did not answer. Rubbing her aching wrists, she watched him cautiously while he searched within his pockets. She wondered what new cruel method of torment he would inflict to her now.

To her surprise, it was a small silver key.

He lifted it to her face and offered her a razor-sharp stare." The water is close to freezing; sharks and eels are swimming within them, and every man upon my deck is probably plotting to use you as fuckhole since the moment you stepped onboard. I trust you won’t try anything stupid in my absence.”

“Like what?” Despite her physical and mental exhaustion, she dared to speak back, “Seduce one of your crew members to fornicate with me so he would betray and murder you?”

Her weariness must have brought out the worst in her because she would have never thought of such an inappropriate, vile thing. Then she realised it was him who, in less than a few hours, corrupted her soul.

August paused and contemplated for a moment as if this was an actual possibility he did not consider. However, he brushed it off with a burst of taunting laughter while proceeding to unlock the collar around her neck. “I wouldn’t recommend it, love. They all come with so many exotic afflictions on their cock s that no doctor has even heard of.”

As the iron was removed from her little neck, the girl rested her hands around it, massaging the cuts and bruises that formed beneath. It ached even worse as the chill air of the night pecked at the raw flesh.

The pirate waltzed toward the table, reclaiming the pistol in an obviously provoking manner. He sheathed it back at the front of his waistband and paced toward the door.

“I won’t be long, love,” he promised, and with that, he left and locked the door behind him.

Lizette listened carefully to the sound of his footsteps, counting them one by one until she could no longer hear him. And then, she began to search around the cabin for anything, anything that can be used as a weapon.

‘I will not be a pirate’s whore.’ She vowed to herself while absentmindedly grazing a palm over her cheeks where August had touched her.

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ivymarquis · 5 months

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So I was being a lil creep on @391780's blog and saw she'd made a comment about how {Valeria}'s so hot and so mean i just know she'd call a fat y/n something fucking terrible and make fun of her size. and whilst Imma not write any body shaming because that's fucked, my brain did black out at the mention of Valeria being terrible and wicked to Reader and this is what I came back to;

Mean Girl

Pairing| Valeria Garza x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 1.8l Kinks/Content/Warnings| Their dynamic probably isn't healthy but everything is consensual, chubby reader, anal sex, strap on, begging, punishment, name calling, slut shaming, Valeria is not dealing with reader's shit tonight, pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare

Your mother always cautioned you about bad boys growing up. You took one look at them, decided they weren’t worth the hassle and hit the books.

Which was all fine and well when you finished school with stellar grades and no distracting boyfriends, because it wasn’t boys that caught your attention regardless of if they were bad or not.

Now a mean girl?

As it turns out that is much more your style.

How exactly one ventures down the “mean girl” to “cartel leader” pipeline is a mystery for the ages, but quicker than you can blink one moment you’re being introduced to El Sin Nombre’s sicaria, and the next you’re her spoiled little house cat.

Unlike the average house cat though, there’s minimal tolerance for any foolishness or shenanigans in Valeria’s household.

She doesn’t expect much beyond your blind obedience to her every whim, and you’ve got hearts for pupils every time you look at her. Absolutely no fucking regard to the fact that you’ve gone from no relationship experience through your schooling years and gone head first into the deep end with no life jacket with Valeria Garza of all people.

That formal education isn’t doing you much good now.

Not that either of you are complaining.

Valeria isn’t difficult to live with once you learn her quirks and idiosyncrasies. She is consistent in her expectations- sets the rules, and accepts no deviations from them. Anything less is punished.

Now, considering the shit she’s probably complicit in if not outright done herself, you get off virtually scott free from punishments compared to others. You’ve still got all your fingers, limbs, and teeth thank you very much.

But that still leaves a whole spectrum of punishment.

You’ve been on your best behavior- usually stumbling into corrections on accident and learning quickly what mistakes to not make again.

By now you’ve been with Valeria long enough that new relationship jitters shouldn’t be fluttering in your belly every time to set your eyes on her. And yet- She’s just sublime. You can’t help yourself.

As someone who survived childhood and navigates adulthood by being polite and pleasant (occasionally to your own detriment), it is awe inspiring watching her enter a room and immediately take control of it. So far as anyone around her can tell, the world does in fact revolve around her and anyone stupid enough to not understand that is reminded of their place immediately.

You know that you’re not exempt from the firm grip Valeria keeps on her surroundings, but you manage to muck it up and overstep your place anyway.

“What’s that pretty brain of yours thinking about, Bunny?” she asks one night as the pair of you are reclined on the bed. It’s fairly obvious that she’s the subject of your current thoughts, looking at her like she hung the moon.

You don’t think much of it as you reply “Just thinking I have no idea what you see in me sometimes.”

Valeria makes her adoration of you painfully obvious so it’s not like you have reason to question it, but the pair of you are such polar opposites in every category, from build to disposition, that you’re the pinnacle of opposites attract. You wouldn’t survive a day in her world if it wasn’t readily apparent to anyone who might interact with you that Valeria will personally deliver their severed heads to their grandmothers’ doorstep if they don’t watch themselves. And, well- you don’t really do the self-pity thing because you can be hot and fat at the same time, but Valeria is hot in a conventional way that still boggles your mind when her clothes come off.

So yes, for multiple reasons you often find yourself wondering how the hell you managed to pull her?

The previously soft, bemused expression on her face is wiped to a cold neutral as her eyes narrow sharply at you. Ah, fuck, you have just enough time to realize you stepped out of line with that comment just as she rolls over and straddles you.

“If I wanted to fuck someone like me, Bunny, I’d just fuck myself. Perhaps you need a reminder of that?”

Next thing you know she’s got your hands bound to the headboard, ignoring the way you tug at the binds and whine as she works her strap inside your lubed up ass.

“Quit fucking squirming,” she sharply admonishes you, one hand gripping the soft flesh of your thigh for leverage as the other circles your clit to make you relax.

The beauty of a store bought cock is it’s the perfect size, part of why you can’t sit still.

As far as punishments go, once again you are getting off incredibly easy (and if you beg very, very nicely and are very apologetic and repentant you will probably get off in the conventional sense too) considering you absolutely love anal, but you’re sure Valeria already has a plan in mind to make sure she can drive her point home. We don’t want to have this conversation more than once, she’ll tell you.

“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you cum without permission,” she reminds you, ignoring the way you whimper as she pulls her hand away from your clit as she finishes working the length of her strap in, her hips pressed flush to the plush of your ass.

“Valeria, please, I’m sorry,” you start immediately, knowing if you want to wriggle your way back into her good graces the sooner you start pleading the better.

“You’re sorry?” she mocks, ignoring the shiver that runs through you as she pulls out just to press back into you again, “We’ll see.”

Her thrusts are slow and measured with just enough force you’re seeing stars as chills run up and down your spine.

“I don’t know where the fuck you get off,” she criticizes in time with the wet clap of her hips to your ass, “questioning me of all people.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” well, didn’t realize she’d take it like that but she’s making it abundantly clear now.

“You didn’t mean to?” she parrots back cruelly as you whine when she presses up against something inside you that has your leg shaking. “You’re such a little slut, look at how wet your cunt is,” Valeria degrades with her eyes glued between your legs, the way your skin glitters in the dim lighting from your own wetness. There’s very little you wouldn’t be willing to do to get Valeria to pay attention to your empty cunt right now, but you also know you’re on thin ice and don’t want to do anything to cause cracks to form in the ground under you.

Your focus drifts towards the knot winding itself up in your abdomen, getting bigger and threatening to grow all consuming with each knock of her hips. Your hands twitch in their binds, tugging uselessly on reflex.

“Since you’re apparently too fucking stupid to remember the rules, I’ll make this simple for you,” she starts shortly- never mind that there’s several pieces of paper hung up on the wall to prove you’re not stupid. “My decisions are without fault- ever. You do what you’re fucking told, when you’re told. I don’t keep you here to think. I keep you here because I like watching the way your whole body bounces on my cock, got it?” The force behind her thrusts increases in increments as she speaks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble both in pleasure from your ass getting pounded and to answer her. Maybe with someone else the sting of being called stupid (or a slut) would- well, sting. But when you mind your place and the relationship is functioning like it should, you’re happily in a place where you can turn the white noise in your brain off and just follow orders like a good girl. Good girls don’t think, they just do what they’re told.

“I’m sorry” you plea again, hoping that she’ll be more magnanimous now she’s said her peace. “I’m sorry Valeria I won’t do it again,” you promise.

“You’re sorry? Or do you just want to cum?” She lets out an unimpressed huff, hips thrusting in a way that has you squealing and thrashing against your binds.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” It’s embarrassing the way your neglected pussy is dripping down between your legs and God you just want her to ease this unbearable ache inside of you. Your thighs burn from how much they’re trembling as you scramble to appeal to any mercy Valeria has before you cum against your better judgement and really put yourself in a fucking hole.

“Please, please, please- I’ll be good I promise!” you offer desperately. The only thing you can do is focus on breathing, trying with all your might to head off your orgasm.

“Fine,” She sounds exasperated, like she’s doing you such a favor allowing you to cum. “But you take what I give you and you better be fucking grateful for it.” Valeria hisses and no sooner are you nodding your head is she swatting at your cunt- hard.

You yelp at the sudden attention to your clit, and yelp each time she lands another blow to the swollen nub between your legs. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes between how fucking close you are and the sting from her hits.

She’s not entirely without mercy it seems- or she got bored slapping your clit and wants to watch you cum now- as the hand that is striking at you drops to your clit and rubs in tight, short circles just how you like.

Valeria laughs as you flinch in anticipation of the next swing before tensing in pleasure.

You’ve got just enough sense to squeak out “Thank you! Thank you, thank you-” in a mindless babble as your orgasm washes over you wetly. You’re messy when you climax and Valeria loves watching you squirt, evident by her delighted chuckle as you ruin the sheets.

“What kind of nasty whore gets off having her ass fucked, hm? Absolutely shameless,” Valeria goads but you’re fucked dumb and can’t possibly be expected to be paying attention anymore.

Everything gets hazy after that. At a certain point Valeria does decide she’s done with you, pulling out and laughing at how you’re such a twitchy, overstimulated mess.

When you come back to the land of the living, she’s somehow managed to coax you into the tub, the pair of you relaxing in the warm water. She’s got you tucked in between her legs, leaning against her with your nose buried in the crook of her neck.

“You back with me?” she asks, tone soft and gentle as one hand strokes at your shoulder.

“Mhmm,” you hum happily, nosing against her, sated and warm in the tub.

“Good. We’ll see about scrounging up some snacks in a bit, yeah?”

That sounds like a solid plan to you, although at the moment you’re so content in the bubble of warmth she’s got you enveloped in, you could happily stay here all night.

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Afterhours

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Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: The Red Hood decides to confront you after work regarding a curious rumor you started as an informant.

/ “You know what I do to bad guys, but what I do to bad girls is even worse.”

Warnings: dubcon, crime lord!Jason Todd/ Red Hood, degradation and humiliation, toys, daddy kink, being called princess, mention of drugs (for the plot)

Scrubbing at your arms to get some kind of warmth, you huffed impatiently. The informant was late. Sure, it was understandable why the Bat would want all contact to be verbal; both of you–well, mainly you–would go down if you were caught. Everyone knew what Cobblepot was capable of. The shorter list of convictions compared to other Gotham criminals didn’t mean that he was less capable, and working for the corporate and legal end of his business meant that you were privy to the real reasons behind the sudden company reorgs.

You shivered before deciding to pace around your office. It wasn’t like the informant to be late. Were they caught? Were you busted? Maybe you should just go home. You spent too many hours working overtime anyway.

The goosebumps weren’t going away. The office A/C that you cherished in the sticky and humid summers of Jersey was now a frigid hell. You weren’t sure of who was punishing you–the Batman or the Penguin.

With the creak of your door, you snapped, “About fuckin’–”

The last word fell into the nylon carpet as you stared into the glowing eyes of the Red Hood. The door slammed shut, and he left it unlocked. It didn’t matter. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get past him anyway. Instead, you froze in front of your desk.

“Yeah, let’s talk about getting fucked.” The robotic drawl of your full name in perfect pronunciation made you grimace as he stepped towards you. Any thoughts of him walking into the wrong office and getting the wrong person were gone. “That was pretty ballsy of you to drop my name in your conversations with the Bat.”

You couldn’t even deny his accusation. You thought you were being clever, that maybe you could do some of that double-crossing shit that the vigilantes and villains played so easily. It seemed easy because you were an amateur; maybe you were fucking up this entire time. All you remembered were the extra zeros in your bank account as you played Batman and your boss.

“Mr. Cobblepot has an image to maintain,” you told the informant–Spanky? Or was it Matches? Either way the name was ridiculous–“so he wouldn’t intentionally let this new drug hit his clubs.”

The latest street drug in Gotham had a similar chemical compound to drugs like buprenorphine and chlordiazepoxide. They eased the symptoms of withdrawal, making a more tolerable and safer transition into sobriety.

“So you’re saying that sobering up his clients isn’t in his best interest?” His mustache twitched, and you wondered if it was glued on or real.

“Exactly. His regular clients would seek out other dealers to get the high they’re used to. They don’t go to the Iceberg Lounge for the atmosphere. They go because it’s one of the safer options to get snowed. Who knows what sort of diabolical shit is mixed into the Black Mask’s supply?”

His mustache wiggled as he hummed. “Well, if it isn’t the Penguin, who else would put this on the streets?”

The informant paid close attention to your words as you paused to give him a new lead.

“Well, if you're looking for the name of a cartel or gang, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I don’t know much about its manufacturing or distribution. I work in communications, so…”

Crossing your arms, you blew some air as you tried to think of a name to distract the Bat and keep your wallet fat. “The only crime lord that would benefit from this is the Red Hood, don’t you think?”

Ever since he first showed up on the scene, he’d been adamant about cleaning up the underbelly of Gotham. His strict rules against selling to kids made the areas he controlled safer. Commissioning this drug and letting it hit the Gotham market was a way to help addiction-addled neighborhoods rebuild.

His expression was unreadable behind his dark glasses. The only way you knew that he was satisfied with your answer was when you heard your bank app ding with the agreement that you’d meet again in two weeks.

At the time, you thought that mentioning the Red Hood was ingenious. Compared to other criminals, the Red Hood seemed to be less vicious towards women. Since his rise to power, there hadn’t been any reports or news about him or his henchmen attacking them. If the informant wanted you to name drop someone, you were going to choose someone who would maybe spare your life. Yet seeing him up close gave you some doubt.

You swallowed your nervousness as you edged to the desk. Your hands blindly reached for something that could do some damage, but alas, your laptop was packed away and your pens were in their drawer.

“Look,” he sighed, “if you’re gonna play dirty, you gotta make sure your opponent can’t find dirt on you.” It was a roundabout way of calling you a dumbass.

You half turned to watch him circle round your desk, kneeling to dial in the combo to your locked drawer. Stupidly, you got closer when you heard the click that told you he opened it successfully. Using your birthday backwards as the combo was enough to deter nosy co-workers but clearly wasn’t not secure enough to deter a crime lord with a vendetta. If you made it out alive, you promised yourself that you’d change all of your passwords to something with stronger security–you’d even make sure that you didn’t repeat them on several accounts.

“Jesus,” the Red Hood laughed through his modulator, “you got the rechargeable one too? I’m not sure if Cobblefield ain’t paying you shit, batteries are expensive, you’re environmentally-conscious,, or it’s some combination of the above.”

The sight of a cross-armed Red Hood with your rabbit vibe in his hands was something you’d never imagine in your wildest dreams.

“Your little toy isn’t the only thing I found out about you.”

Oh god, what else did he find? Your face felt hot from embarrassment.

“Did you know that the sites you go on and the things you search can still be tracked by an establishment’s WiFi network log?”

He was grinning beneath the mask, you just knew it. Bastard.

“Yeah, even if you use your phone on private browsing… Crazy, right?”

All you could muster was a choked ‘yeah’ as you tried to recall everything you looked up in the past week. It was highly likely that the Red Hood looked back at least a month. Now what did you search for that wasn’t related to work?

You didn’t have to recall. He listed it out for you in a painfully slow and enunciated manner.

“Red Hood shirtless, Red Hood legs spread, Red Hood dick size, mask or helmet kink, intro to BDSM, what is a service top… And this was just within the past two weeks, goddamn.” He shook his head in judgment. “Should I continue?”

Fuck.

You couldn’t show fear to these types of people, you learned early on in your career. That’s what they got off on.

“What’s wrong with a woman having a healthy sexual appetite?” You asked defensively. “You some kind of prude or what?” That seemed to get a genuine laugh out of him.

“See, here’s the thing,” he told you, helping himself to your luxury office chair, leaning back as his boots settled on the desk. “Everyone thinks that I’m a bad guy, that I just blindly use violence to punish even badder guys. ‘There aren’t any brains under that hood! He’s just some beefy bastard with a fat cock! An idiot! A dunce!’” If he was speaking in some high-pitched mocking tone, his modulator didn’t catch it. It stayed in that robotic monotone.

Jason paused for a second to see if you’d agree, forgetting that a normal reaction was to be scared shitless and mute. When you didn’t make an indication of anything, those combat boots of his hit the carpet with a thud, chair screeching and lurching forward to see your face. Your toy laid forgotten on the desk.

Audibly you swallowed as you looked at him–well, not really him but the mask that he wore, the bright white of his eyes a stark contrast to the cherry red of his helmet. It was the mystery of what he looked like beneath it that drove your imagination wild. What color were his eyes? His hair? How full were his lips? Did he have scars?

As if knowing that you wanted a better angle, he tilted your chin to comply with your unspoken wish. It wasn’t as if it changed anything; you still knew nothing of his looks, but the cool leather of his glove made you more aware of how starved you were of any kind of touch. That healthy sexual appetite you claimed to have suddenly turned into hunger pangs.

“There was a lot of thought put into this plan, sweetheart,” the Red Hood chided.

His glove left your face to press on some hidden panel close to his jaw. There was a soft click that loosened his helmet.

Then you heard him–somewhat muffled and low and incredibly human.

“See, I’m giving you a pretty sick deal. You get to live out one of your fantasies in exchange for recanting your statement to the Bat. Even if I have nothing to hide, I hate whenever the old man comes sniffing around. Don’t worry. I’ll even promise my protection too in the event of retaliation–from him or Cobblepot. Do we have a deal or not?”

Your voice came out breathier than you realized. “And if I say no?”

He made a show of taking off his helmet, and to your surprise, a red domino mask covered his eyes. Tousling his dark curls, he pursed those perfect lips, “Well, shit. When I was searching through those logs, I figured that you’d be so horny for me that refusing wouldn’t even cross your mind.”

It was starting to make sense why Cobblepot was always irritated after dealing with the Red Hood. You laughed. “Look Hood, the quips were cute at first, but they’re getting old fast. You’re so full of yourself. Now tell me what happens if I refuse.”

“One, if you say yes, you could be full of me too.” You imagined that if he took the domino off that he’d punctuate that sentence with a wink. “And two…”

You could hear the smile in his voice along with something devious. When did he get so close? He was slotted between your legs as you sat on the edge of your desk. The cool feel of his gloves pulled your arms back and held your wrists there, leaving you captive to whatever he had to say.

“You know what I do to bad guys, but what I do to bad girls is even worse.”

“Oh yeah?” you breathed out. Fine, you’d admit it. That was fucking hot. “Then show me.”

“Show you what?”

His thigh nudged your center, pushing your dress skirt up with the motion.

“What you do to bad girls,” you said through gritted teeth. His hold on your wrists kept your upper body in place.

“Say it for me first.”

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t use your leg to drag him closer. You hooked one leg behind him. Now you could feel his length against you though he wouldn’t budge otherwise.

“Please.”

Nothing.

“Daddy, please.”

“You can be obedient when you want to be, huh? Fuckin’ brat.” Jason found amusement in your frustration. “Sorry, but those aren’t the right words. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, we have a fuckin’ deal.”

Finally that thick thigh was back to putting sweet pressure on your clit, the Red Hood’s slight movements providing teasing friction that kept you slick.

“Atta girl, princess. ‘Fraid I gotta shut you up for a few though. I know your performance reviews say that you’re well-spoken, but they made no mention of you being so damn chatty.”

Before you could talk about the irony of his comment, Jason let your wrists go and stepped back, using his free hands to unzip his pants and pull out his cock and balls. Your mouth hung open at the sight.

Giving it a stroke upwards, his balls followed the movement. Jason smeared his precum over the shaft, giving it a nice shine before ordering you to lay flat on your desk with your head hanging from the edge. His sack looked heavy and full.

“So this is what you meant–”

“Less talking, more sucking,” he grunted, taking the opportunity to shove the tip into your mouth.

The girth was unexpected as your jaw stretched to accommodate his size. You gave it a suck before relaxing your throat to take more of him. Jason eased into you slowly, watching as you swallowed as many inches as you could before pulling out and smearing his spit-laden cock across your mouth. You jerked him while gently sucking on his nuts, thinking about the reward you’d get if you could edge him long enough. The thought of him filling you up with a big, hot load made your center ache.

So focused on your thoughts, you hardly noticed that Jason replaced himself with your toy, watching as your drool frothed and dribbled down your chin while you gagged.

“Be patient with me, princess,” he murmured as he leaned across your body, vibe in hand, to push your panties aside, cock pressing against your cheek. You tried to move your head to take his length but the Red Hood’s weight made it difficult to do so.

Jason wasted no time shoving the entirety of the toy inside you, making you gasp. If you wanted him as desperately as he thought, then he had to prep you well so you could take him.

“Patience,” he lightly scolded you. “Damn, if I knew you were this needy for Daddy’s cock, I would have come earlier so the fun could last longer.” He placed himself back in your throat.

Slow deep breaths through your nose, you reminded yourself. It was difficult though when he was facefucking you in sync with your toy. There was little room for your moans and sighs to escape.

He most definitely understood your muffled ‘FUCK’ when he turned on the toy though, both shaft and rabbit ears vibrating. Your knuckles were white from desperately clutching at whatever you could; you needed something to keep you grounded from the assault on your clit, toy shaped perfectly to hit your G-spot.

The vibe kept making you moan, making your throat squeeze in ways that would make Jason cum early. “That’s it for now,” he said to deaf ears, pulling out to focus on playing with your pussy. He repositioned himself so one hand controlled the toy and the other held you down.

“Is this all you got?” You taunted, sweat catching the neon lights from the window. Your hair was disheveled and stuck to your forehead. Your legs quivered. You looked pathetic.

The Red Hood laughed, and you weren’t sure of what you wanted more of–that mocking robotic modulator or the rich tones of his real voice.

“The way your lips are wrapped around that toy tells me that’s more than enough. If you want this,” his cock was still perfectly hard and this angle highlighted the thick veins that lined his shaft, “then we need to take our time. Luckily for you, I have the patience of a saint.”

“Well, I don’t. Sit down, so I can fuck you.”

He was used to more demure requests to ride him, so your brazen words lit something inside Jason. Fuck it, he thought. He was still annoyed at you mentioning his name to Bruce. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he watched you struggle to take him.

The toy came out with a yank, your pussy aching. The emptiness was only temporary though. There was something more filling, waiting for it.

Seeing that slight look of surprise on his mouth was worth it as you pushed him onto the chair, spitting on his cock before straddling him. Your panties were lost in some dark corner along with your bra. Your disheveled office wear struggled to maintain your modesty with loose buttons and crumpled fabric.

“Mmfph–fuck!”

Your nails dug into the Red Hood’s shoulders as you tried to find your pace. You had about halfway more to go.

“Told ya,” he said smugly, reaching beneath your dress to squeeze your ass. He buried his face in your tits, sucking on whatever flesh he could. You gasped when he finally reached your nipple, his tender suction making you shiver.

“Big motherfucker,” you grumbled, bouncing up and down on what you could with his help.

“Damn, you feel good,” Jason sighed.

Lately he’d been so focused on the complicated aspects of his line of work; it seemed like he could never just chill and do something for himself. Isn’t that what all the experts say? That self-care was important?

So when one of his informants told him that Bruce and his band of bat brats were poking around his turf, Jason’s first thought was to dispose of whoever Bruce paid off. When the informant said that the rat was the Iceberg Lounge’s hot publicist, he considered his first reaction too harsh, that perhaps it’d be best if he investigated this personally. Oh, he was so fucking glad that he did.

With each bounce, he pushed you lower on his length, and he’d go by half-inches if it meant reaching heaven. Fucking you with the toy first was a brilliant idea. Even though you didn’t say it, he knew you came. That’s why you were struggling on his cock. That cute little cunt of yours was still spasming from your first orgasm. How could anyone be so tight and wet, he thought, and for him.

He sat back and watched as you kept riding him with frustration. Your sweet pussy nectar was pooling at the base, and the lewd sounds it made was music to his ears. But the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks would be even nicer.

“Good effort, princess, but you’re starting to look pathetic and needy and desperate. What?” He laughed, swiping his thumb along your pout. “It’s cute. Daddy’ll take care of you.”

He hoisted you off him with ease, giving you another reason to make your pussy throb. A part of you wanted to ask him to fuck you while standing or maybe against the wall. No! A small rational voice told you. Let’s see what he does first.

Laying you on the ground, he pushed your legs back with your ankles on his shoulders, exposing your cunt to cool air. It was slick and puffy from all the work you put in. Taking two fingers, Jason spread your lips so he could tease your clit. Each little movement made you twitch.

Perfect, he thought. He knew how to get you where he wanted. The feeling of his thick, heavy tip rubbing your most sensitive spot made your toes curl as you huffed and moaned at his touch. Your hips pressed up in a weak attempt to slip it in. Your heels were nearly dangling off your feet from the movement.

“Since you want this cock so badly, I’ll give it to you, princess, but we’re doing it my way.”

Eagerly, you nodded. Your way, his way. It didn’t matter as long as he was in you.

Yet quickly you found out that you shouldn’t have agreed so readily. He moved impossibly slow.

“It’s a shame,” he tried to make small talk, one gloved hand carefully keeping the distance between you and his cock while the other balanced his weight above you, “that you chose to work for Cobblepot. How bout you work for me instead? Name your salary–I’ll double it. As a bonus, we can even fuck whenever you want.”

“You act as if I need your cock.”

Ignoring your tone, Jason stated the obvious. You did. Your body practically melted in the carpet when he went completely in.

“Look how full you are. You think you can go back to your toys or another man’s cock after this? I ruined you, princess.” Instead of sounding remorseful, he was proud. “I bet in the days after, you’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout how empty you feel without me.”

You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of being right–his cock felt so good once you got through that first bit of discomfort–but there was no point in being stubborn. The Red Hood didn’t intend on having you hear him out. He was going to show you.

He fucked you as roughly as you imagined, using long strokes that left both of you breathless. There was something erotic about the sudden silence. There was only heavy breathing and moans, slick sounds and pounding.

And when you came, it was like the lights cut out, eyes squeezed shut for total darkness. The only electricity existed in his touch, sparking waves of pleasure throughout your body.

–

Uncertain if you actually dozed off or not, you woke up to a familiar mechanic hum. He had his helmet back on, his clothes back to their baseline level of grunge. Perhaps it was because of the intimacy you shared, but the Red Hood seemed far less threatening now compared to the start of the night.

“Don’t forget about the deal we made,” he told you, standing near your feet.

Like him, going back to how you normally were was easy now that lust no longer clouded your actions.

“And what if I don’t?” you asked, standing slowly from sore muscles. “Like you said earlier, I am a bad girl.”

“I’ve already planned for that.”

You tried to fix your dress to the best of your abilities. It was no use though. It was a poor victim of your decisions.

“Well, if that’s the case, expect another visit.”

You stalled, letting the fabric fall as you tried to decipher his meaning behind the modulator. Was that a threat or a promise?

“And next time, I’m coming during office hours.”

You let the warm sensation of his cum sliding down your thighs decide for you.

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 4/50

Character; Lloyd Hansen

Kink; Man handling

Dialogue; “Be a good girl and open wide.”

Requested by; Lara! <3

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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You already know Lloyd hasn’t had a good day at work when you hear the front door to your shared penthouse slam shut. Your heart rate instantly spiking upon his entrance.

You hated when he was angry, he always seemed to take out his stress and aggression on you, which you didn’t mind at first of course, but after a while being punished for something you didn’t do began to take a toll.

Lloyd would protect you from everything the world had to offer, except himself. As you sat on the couch you heard him slam his keys down against the bench and storm towards the living room.

He rounded the corner, his expensive white pants drew your attention in an instant making his thick muscular thighs look incredible. His black tight polo showed off his bulging muscles and broad shoulders, his hair was slicked back as always , his 90s porn stache making your knees feel weak. You stood up slowly and spoke softly

“Hey baby, how was your da-“

Your words cut off as Lloyd stormed towards you, holding your throat in a tight grip while he bent you over the couch. Before you could even respond he pulled your soaked panties down to your thighs, his fingers roughly running back and forth in between your pussy lips before taking his cock out of his boxers, rubbing his thick swollen tip against your entrance.

His hand travelled from your throat to hold your mouth shut, silencing you as he roughly pushed his fat cock inside of you, bottoming out in one thrust. You screamed out behind his hand, your pussy clenching around his thick shaft. He groaned in your ear mumbling a low “Shut your mouth.”

His hips pounding against your ass, sure to leave bruises. His heavy balls slapping your clit while his hands moved to grip your waist, holding you still while he fucks his cock deeper into your tight hole. “F-fuck Lloyd.. Oh god i can’t take it, i can’t take it, Your so big.” you moaned writhing on his dick.

“Fuckin’ whore actin’ like you don’t love this fat cock tearing your pussy apart.” he roared.

He pulled out spinning you around and forcing you onto your knees “m’ gonna cum in your mouth, want you t’ swallow my fuckin’ kids you fuckin’ whore.” he growled as he jerked his dick off over your face.

“Be a good girl and open wide.” he snarled while he grabbed the back of your head, tilting your face upwards ensuring you stared into his cold blues.

Your lips parted as he shoved his cock down your throat, you gagged and sputtered around his length as he groaned, his cum spurting in thick ropes down your throat.

The taste of his salty pleasure running down into your belly as you swallowed his load yet he kept his member warm in your throat, not wanting to pull out just yet. His cock grew flaccid in your mouth as he wiped your tears with his thumb.

You knew Lloyd wasn’t the right man for you, too aggressive, volatile, savage… but god did you wish he was. You knew you would need to find a way to leave him one day, this life wasn’t made for you. You’d be lying if you said it’d be easy. You knew it would only be a matter of time.

That man would cross hell, heaven and earth before he gave up on you.

#chxrrys concepts #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #the grey man #the grey man smut

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bitterkarella · 2 months

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Identifying furries by their fursonas

Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole

Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman

Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor

he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.

she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw

coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party

Cat- always a woman

black cat - could be any gender but always goth

kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.

bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military

Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name

lion - just a huge asshole

tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes

jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic

cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between

Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on

Pony - gay nazi

unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition

Tanuki - latino

badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest

Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.

bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics

cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme

steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy

sheep - mom vibes

pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes

domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.

wild pig - trans masc

skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.

rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars

lemur - autistic

sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions

chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"

sergel - nazi

citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met

procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child

weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders

ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many

mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story

guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet

armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"

mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.

hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc

otter - a dommy twink, possible enby

bear - gay

panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something

bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy

any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist

axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby

rabbit - trad wife trans woman

squirrel - autistic and gay

deer - gay

gazelle - zootopia megafan

monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed

ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language

elephant - mom friend

hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist

rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura

kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry

koala - an asian woman

virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics

australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)

any other marsupial - poser

monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother

doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)

german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him

afghan - arch femme

basset hound - racist

puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot

all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)

dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP

griffin - the same as above but also a brony

snake - sissy hypno fetishist

turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.

other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons

any fursona with latino vibes - white

any fursona with asian vibes - latino

any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european

avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.

raven/crow - agender voidgoth

chicken - mom vibes

dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.

any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)

amoeba - this is a troll

#furries #fursonas

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Once you get this, list 5 things that make you happy then send this to the last 10 people in your activity

my job

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my man

my will to continue pushing forward when it could be so easy to just not...

traveling

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zillasvilla · 29 days

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Beyond the lights

Warnings: Smut, Foul language, use of n-word, mentions of violence and sex-trafficking. Minors DNI.

Summary: Soraya deals with the negative press of an incoming court date while focusing on a new stage of her relationship with Joshua. Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC Word Count: 7.4k words

A/N: I had meant to post this a few days ago, however, family things happened the past few weeks, so enjoy the long chapter I finally figured out how to finish.

Disclaimer: All art: pictures, drawings, music, lyrics, and videos are credited to its original creators. Characters and plot lines created are this blog's creation. Do not repost or copy work on any media platform.

Pink : Translation Green: Negative Press/Wrong Sources. Orange: Accurate Source, positive press Blue: Flashback

Song Inspiration: Leave a message (skit) x Mary J. Blidge Incapable x Keyshia Cole

Current Time: 6:15 a.m.

Stillness lay heavy on the neighborhood, the neighbors being miles away from each other in the gated community. Warmth flooded the street as rays of fiery light shot the world through, ending the night. A mess of limbs tangled beneath the ruffled-ripped silk sheets. The rapid buzzing of phones, vibrating against the bed.

"Jey.” A hand reaches out pushing at his back; feeling his naked skin between her fingers, wanting the buzzing to stop as it becomes persistent. The vibrations continued, waking them both from their deep slumber, reaching blindly for their phones at opposite ends of the bed. It was the weekend and they wanted nothing more than to be lost in each other again, uninterrupted this time.

“Put it on, do not disturb.” He tells her, immediately silencing his phone from the world, and tossing it on the bed. She looks at him with a frown. “It’s just us this weekend.” He pulls her closer to him, rough but warm hands rubbing her back.

“Not our friends though. They know now.” She silences certain people on her phone, shifting to place her arms around his neck as he nuzzles her neck, pressing soft kisses to her collarbone. Humming in agreement, he pressed his tender wet lips up her neck.

Jey felt her toss the phone somewhere, probably next to his. Her body pressed closer to his with a soft sigh. The soft glow of the sun-kissed her deep brown hue. Her eyes closed letting him caress her body.

Pulling back he calls her name. “Soraya.” The evident sleep left in his already raspy voice deepened as he looked at her. The soft hm’s that left her plump lips weren’t enough for him. His large right hand gives her ass a slap. A sharp inhale of her breath at the sudden stinging pain.

“What.” She whines, melting into his hold as he massaged the area he hit, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, watching her face with a deep chuckle.

“Look at me, baby.” He coos, beard tickling her neck as he nips along the sensitive area. She stuck to him, unable to move from his assault on her flesh. His fingers knead into the flesh of her fat ass, pressing her down against his pelvis, The only barrier between them is the sheets.

Soraya flutters her eyes open to look at him, a soft gasp at the way he was looking at her, his deep brown eyes showing nothing but love and passion, her body shivers in pleasure, hearing him chuckle.

”good girl.” He captures her mouth on his own; biting the flesh of her lip, grinding his hips up into her. Their tongues meet in a frenzied dance inside each other's mouths. The once thin sheet now pooled at their feet. The cold breeze of his fan raised goosebumps on their skin.

A soft oh left her lips at the intrusion of his swollen tip, dripping with pre-cum. Her legs instinctively went on his hip, her heel digging in his back; his girth pushing past her slick folds with a groan.

“Fuck, baby.” He rubs his hands up her side, squeezing softly with every slow thrust of his hips, biting his lip at the feel of her warm walls around his dick. Her tiny moans in his ears, almost sure he heard her whisper his name several times.

”Jey..” She let out a string of needy pants, watching as she tilted her head back, body sensitive with every stroke he gave, curving slightly to tap at her sensitive spot. A soft squeak made him groan.

"Live with me,” He tells her, her head coming forward to look at him, his face soft as he slows his strokes, pulling out only till his tip remains, making her whine at the loss and teasing, as he repeated this. Their breaths blowing on each other, the sweetness of the mangoes they ate hours ago still lingering on their breath only adding to the feeling he was putting her through, completely taking over her pleasure. Soraya almost didn’t hear the question.

“M’want me to?” Her hands grabbed his that rested on her hips, letting him roll their bodies over, her back pressed into the plush bed. Jey’s fingers entwined with her own, pinning them by her head. He freed a hand to tap his leaking erection against her sensitive mound, smearing the juices all over the warm brown-colored tip.

"So I can get you like this every day..” He leans down with a brief kiss to her bruised lips. “Hell yeah.” Jey slowly rocks down, piercing his lip with a bite at her sucking him in. Her hips arching up into his torso. Her skin is warm against his own. She still doesn’t answer him, lost in the way he slowly slides inside her; feeling the visible veins along his hardened flesh, stretching her walls with a groan.

Her mouth was slightly open, struggling to get free of the grip he had on her wrists; wanting nothing more than to scratch her nails in his back. He halts his movements, a bratty whine leaving her mouth. “Josh.”

He groans at his name leaving her lips. He braces his hands by her head, her legs and arms instantly wrapping around him like a koala. His favorite position, it pushes him deeper with satisfied groans from them both. Once chest to chest, he rocks in her slowly, building the pleasure back up as he presses kisses to her chest, nipping at the round flesh of her breasts, sucking softly into her skin to leave his mark.

Soraya’s hands felt good on his head; mostly resting on the nape of his neck, where the short patch of curls finally grew out to the length she liked, matching the beard that was freshly trimmed as it rubbed against her soft skin. Her nails scratched along his scalp, earning soft groans.

“Kahaia” a gruff mention of her own middle name in the heat of pleasure; taking them back to the moment they first met at Trinity and Jimmy’s engagement party. Only he had ever called her by her native name. It sounded better coming from him. So hearing utter Kahania in the heat of the moment filled her with a hint of pride. His arms now wrap under and around her in a hug, pressing his weight on her. Jey’s head nudges into the space between her neck and shoulder, leaving open-mouth kisses along the blade. Their hips rocked in tandem as the world around them continued on. He only wanted to be around her today and this was the only way he was going to get it. “"gaoioi i le atamai ia te au." (Move in with me).

Soraya felt every thrust he was giving her, going teasingly slow to feel every inch of her walls, her face contorted in pleasure at each new sweet spot, mentally noting it for the next time they get like this. His lips kiss the space behind her ear, a snap of his hips making her gasp. "e te le'i mafaufau ea ia te a'u?" (moving in with me?) He asks her in a way where she can say yes or no, hoping she says yes.

She couldn’t deny that she would love waking up to him every morning just like this, then tangled up in each other's arms afterward; Soraya felt like they were moving too fast. She was scared to put herself in a vulnerable position to get hurt again. Yet, the way he made her feel with every hug and every sweet kiss on her face, constantly telling her she looked good made her feel truly loved. She was scared about the world’s reaction to her relationship, but she didn’t care anymore. Any reservations she had were kissed away by his lips on hers, his hips working a steady rhythm.

"Ioe tama lapoa.” (yes big papa) She doesn’t remember what happens after whispering the words against his lips. Just the imprint of a smile, the soft crow's wrinkles surrounding his eyes, falling deeper in love with her every minute, learning the ways to pleasure her mind and body.

The way she easily meshes with his vibe, as if she belonged here with him. Joshua did believe they were moving too fast. Her soft pleased moans, and squeezing walls, begging for more of him, repeating the word yes between a steady string of moans. Her hands were on his neck, her blue acrylic tips scratching his beard in between the hurried kisses. If this was his last chance to be with her he was taking full advantage and unspoken agreement between them. If they crashed and burned along the way then they were both to blame.

Joshua knew that would never happen. In too deep as they shared a passion-driven kiss; lips locking with a slow pump of his hips. His own stuttering release mixed with hers, dripping onto the sheets. A mix of their own sounds echoed through the room which was now masked in the scent of sex and sweat. He wasn't going to ask her again, he already knew her answer was yes, she just didn’t say it. He found her sudden shyness when in bed together cute, knowing only he could get her like this. He adjusts their position, resting her on his chest as he rests against the headboard, her tiny snores making him chuckle as he reaches for the remote to on the TV. Entertainment Weekly, with a new host, displaying a man’s name he was tired of hearing, only he was watching closely at the mention of Soraya’s name.

I’m Dina Taylors with Entertainment Weekly. In recent news, Damien “Dame” Davis, has been picked up on several RICO charges by the state of Georgia, New York, Florida, and California. What the Rico charges are, we will have more as the several states share any evidence found. The bulk of the evidence comes from Soraya Attui-Dudley and her team of attorneys.

The sudden movement of her body makes him look down. Soraya, using his own to adjust her position, head resting fully on his chest, arms tucking around him. The fluttering of her eyes puts a smile on his face. He feels the soft exhale of her sigh. His own hands rubbing up and down her back.

"Mornin’ sunshine.”

She mumbles a soft good morning, turning her head to look at the TV. The mention of her name gained her attention with a frown.

Soraya over the past few years has been silent when it comes to the nature of her relationship with Damien. However, the recent police reports suggest she wasn’t a willing participant in all of his endeavors outside of music. As of now, Damien is being held in Rikers Penitentiary, awaiting bond before his approaching trial.

“It’s over, yeah?” He asks, frowning at the multiple images of her face bruised, lined with white powder beneath her nose, and smeared all over her nostrils as if someone forced her to inhale the substance. Only ever seeing the surface of his abuse on her. “I mean, his life is pretty much over.”

"I wish.” she sits up in his lap, stretching her arm out as he watches. He wasn’t sure how she still looked so beautiful in the morning. Her hair is wild from last night, framing her sleep-ridden face. “I’m sure they’re going to call me to testify, for him to maybe get what? Life with the possibility of parole.”

He frowns when she gets up, taking the sheets with her, as she walks into the bathroom. “Better behind bars, than walking free.”

Soraya doesn’t care, using the bathroom to freshen up for the day. She bites her lips at the multiple bruises he left on her neck, debating on whether she wanted to cover them up or not.

Mercedez, the mother of Damien’s three-year-old daughter, has expressed her deep regrets and apologies towards Soraya. The apology comes in full force after the release of the police images from multiple stations, showing a beaten and battered Soraya.

Funny how, you think you got the man, and he turns out to be an abuser. It was only a matter of time before we saw his true colors.

She found herself digging through his closet, the majority of her clothes still at her place, she needed something in case they were to go out, whatever she had here, going in the washer. His closet is nothing but t-shirts, and sweats. Jeans here and there, his shorts somewhere in his dressers. She spots the black Niu TAT shirts, the black cotton shirt calling her name, knowing he probably had a pair of light blue shorts in his dresser.

Does anyone think there is any truth to these documents she’s putting out. These date back years before they broke up. Gotta think, maybe she wants another come up. The dude is a famous artist. Soraya is in a league of her own. She’s up there with some of the greats. It just sucks she had the wrong guy on her side.

All the blogs were talking about this and she wanted no part in Dame and his upcoming trial. Soraya did her part, and that was it. If she can and will avoid the frenzy of the newfound history of Dame’s past, then she was a fly on the wall. The door to the bathroom opened, the steam pouring out and dissolving into the cold air. The towel wrapped loosely around his waist, the water dripping from his hair and face onto the well-defined chest of her lover.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” A knowing smirk on his face as he readied himself for the day.

“Mhm, why when the real thing is in front of me.” She innocently looks up at him, a soft bite of her lip that always drives him crazy. The seductive bedroom eyes, made him wonder if he wanted to take her back to bed or not.

“Keep playing and we’ll never leave the house.” Jey finally notices her attire. His clothes are slightly too big on her, still looking better on her than him.

“Mhm, is that a threat?” Her lips pursed at the way he looked at her, a half smile on his face as he slid on the same shirt as her, only a different color.

“Nah.” He walks over to her, grabbing her hands to pull her up. “A promise.” He gives her a quick kiss on her lips. “Let’s go eat.”

We have received word that Damien Davis has posted bail. Our sources have spotted him leaving with what we perceive is his attorney and another mysterious woman.

New sources have revealed Damien Davis as a critical part of an ongoing sex-trafficking ring, along with being at the scene of a homicide the NYPD has been investigating since last year. Damien Davis is a dangerous and manipulative man, there’s no telling what he put Soraya through during their relationship— Welcome to 106 & Park, We’re your host AJ and Free.

The channel was changed from multiple news stations to a culture-centric music station. Her favorite hosts introduced the top ten music videos. Their late breakfast, resting on the coffee table in front of them. The remnants of eggs too small to pick up scattered across their plates. She wasted no time cleaning their dishes and the kitchen to rejoin him on the couch, mostly his lap as it was her favorite spot. His own arms cradled her into his chest, the outside had patted her thigh softly, mindlessly rubbing the bare with his fingertips. His attention was on the flat screen, but his mind drifted off to nowhere.

They sat like this a lot, just relishing in each other’s company. A comfortable silence as the room filled with nothing but their soft breathing syncing with each other. The quick kisses come soon, frantic touches, clothes soon discarding as they make time for another round, christening his couch for the first time. The world around a second thought as they got lost in the feeling of each other’s bodies once again.

A pleased sigh leaves her lips, his body a weighted blanket over her own, his head resting on her chest. Her fingers scratch his scalp, as grumbled groans leave his lips at the sensation.

“Are you sleeping?” She whispers. He shifts, lifting his head slightly to nod. Probably the best sleep he’s gotten in a while. She frowns, wanting to go get food, but loving the way he is turning into a big baby. His phone vibrated somewhere in the house, as it connected to his Bluetooth speakers. Jey doesn’t make a move to answer, letting it go straight to voicemail.

"If it's important they’ll leave a message.” He mumbles, arms briefly squeezing her, too comfortable to get up.

The ringing continued making him sigh and get up, briefs he put on after the intimate moment, clinging to him, the blue shorts hanging low on him as he pulled them up.

”Must be important.” She jokes, rolling over to grab whichever shirt fell on the floor, to partially dress herself.

“For sure.” He sighs, scrolling through the multiple text messages and notifications. Her own phone went off as she joined his side. The influx of incoming texts and calls overwhelmed her, with multiple people congratulating her on her latest album, and more people offering her support during the Dame crisis. The countless emails came in to collaborate on a song, asking her to write for them and produce the beat. “Gotta go back on the road soon.” He murmurs, finally putting his phone away.

“Back to business.” A defeated sigh, head laying on her arm. Deciding right now she wouldn’t be doing collaborations with anyone, until after her next album and possible tour.

“Moving in gotta wait huh?” He jokes, putting an arm around her. Her soft laughs, and her body turning inward into his side.

“Mhm, nope. While you were in the shower, called some movers to pack.” Still rooted in their standing position, her fingers lightly traced over the intricate details on his arms. A laser focus on the detailed insect on the inside of his right bicep, the muscle flexing with every touch of her fingers.

“I want one.” She whispers.

“Want what, a tattoo or a tribal tattoo?”

“Both.” She shrugs. “Been meanin’ to get one, I just could never decide what I wanted, or someone who could do it and it looks good.”

A knowing smile spreads across his face, picking up his phone. She watches as Jey sends someone a message. His hand slid down to pat her thigh. “Go change.”

”Mhm, what for?”

“You’ll see, just change into something comfortable.”

A confused frown on her face, she jogs upstairs, pulling out the freshly dried clothes, seeing what she had that was comfortable enough for whatever he had planned. The white cropped shirt, and green cargo shorts would have to do, rushing to get dressed and meet him downstairs.

Jey lets out an appreciative whistle, loving it when she wears shorts, the fabric barely stopping at her thighs, the perfect canvas for a slew of tattoos. He watched as she slipped on her shoes. “Where are you taking me?”

“You trust me?”

A slight tilt of her head at him while grabbing her phone made him chuckle. “Blindly.” If anything her past relationship should make her wary of him taking her anywhere, yet, the warm and inviting aura of Jey washed away all doubts.

“You’ll like it. I promise.”

A promise that was well-kept as he pulled his truck into the parking space in front of one of his favorite places. The bold white lettering of the shop name gained her attention. SACRED TATAU.

“Tattoo shop?” She questions, a little confused, but partially excited as it seemed to be a shop that focused on culture art. He gets out, coming around to open her door.

“The best in Florida.” He grabs her hand in his. Their fingers already know to lock with each other. The shop provided a homey feel as they entered. The decor is a warm dark color that instantly puts her mind at ease as he talks to a woman behind the front desk.

”Josh!.”

Soraya watches as another set of girls walk in, bright smiles on their faces as they greet him, his hold still on her hand, keeping her close.

“Sienna, Savannah.”

”Been a minute Uce.” Sienna tells him, finally looking next to him. The shock and excitement on her face let them know she knew who Soraya was.

“You’re Soraya!” Sienna tells her, completely starstruck at one of her favorite artists standing before her.

”In the flesh.” She jokes.

Sienna and Savannah were big fans of Soraya, but they made her feel like any other person coming through their dad's shop. They pulled her away from Jey, wanting to get to know her more while listing off the many songs they loved. He watches with a smile as the man of the hour graces them with their presence after getting his things set up.

“Uce.” The slapping of hands gains the girl's attention. Soraya watched as the pair talked, slowly getting up to join his side. The slight glance of recognition as he wrapped an arm around her back.

“Here for another one? You’re running out of space.” He jokes, earning a deep chuckle from Jey.

“Nah, for my girl this time.” He guides her up. “Mike, this is Soraya.” He notices the sudden shyness in her. “ Soraya. This is my tattoo artist Mike and the guy who will be doing your first tattoo.”��

“Hey.” They shake hands, the warm grip, comforting her anxieties. His crow's eyes showed as he smiled. “How did you end up with this one, yeah?” He points at Jey with a smile, making her giggle at the way Jey kisses his teeth, with a smile.

“He just showed up on my doorstep.” She shrugs with a smile, looking at him as he shakes his head with a flushed smile. Grabbing his hand again, she comfortably stands at his side. “I like your shop.”

“Fa'afetai (thank you), Jey says you want to get a tattoo?” The bigger man is talking to her now, Jey disappearing after spotting a jar of cookies in the back, an older woman filling them with more of what looked like a batch fresh from the oven.

“I do.” She chews her lip. “I don't know what I want.” She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to regret it someday. “I want a butterfly. It’s my favorite insect.” She then thought of the one on Jey’s bicep. “Give me a second.”

Mike watches as she skips up to Jey, gaining her attention in an instant. The soft attentive gaze he gave her, made him smile. For as long as he knew Josh, he never talked about bringing home a woman for his family to meet. He always said he would just pop up one day and he was married.

“I want the butterfly that's on your bicep.” She tells Jey. One of her favorites he had inked on his body. Always finding herself in his arms, outlining the details of the large insect resting in the middle of his bicep. The most recent one he had Mike touch up and he couldn't lie and say it wasn’t his favorite either. The thought of having matching tattoos with Soraya was a distant idea for further in their relationship.

“Just the butterfly?” He asks, making sure this is really what she wants.

“I don’t know what else I want, I really like the one you have.”

Jey nods, looking behind her at Mike who was getting his cart set up. The TV being turned on was a bit of a distraction. “How about we put the butterfly on there, and let Mike do his thing with the rest?”

The first prick of the tattoo gun on her thigh was scary, but with the constant reassurance from Jey; the pain subsided. She was finding herself falling asleep on the table.

“Not you going to sleep and you were scared.” Jey chuckles, biting into another cookie, glancing at Mike doing the tattoo to her face. Soraya's head rested on her crossed arms, letting the buzzing sounds and constant vibrations on her skin lull her to sleep.

“Shut up,” she mutters, glancing at the cookie in his hand, then back at him with a soft hum. He lets her take a bite, looking down at his phone briefly.

Welcome to THE WHOLE STORY...I’m Anderson Cooper. The United States will be moving forward with its case against Damien Davis. There is substantial evidence that will be used against him. A good portion of that evidence links back to Soraya Aititui-Dudley. The pair had their own run-in with the law, per the multiple domestic violence reports in several counties across the county of Georgia. It’s too soon to say whether or not Soraya will be called to testify, as this is only the beginning stages of the tria--

The sudden change in channels gains her attention. She watches him flip through the many programs as comfortable silence washes over the shop.

“How did you two meet?” Mike asks, the gun in his hand carefully pressing the ink into her skin in an intricate pattern as he breaks the silence

The crowded home of Jimmy and Trinity was filled with nothing but their immediate families. For Trinity that included her Mom, uncle, and cousins. The large three-bedroom home houses a multitude of food and drink options, and a family DJ playing in the backyard. They had recently announced the pair were engaged, eliciting several whoops and hollers in congratulations. Soraya had found herself in a circle of Trinity’s work friends: Bianca, and Lina. They had made eye contact the entire night until he made the first move, stopping her as she came out of the house to refill her drink. “Josh.” He greets a small smile on his face, her soft brown eyes looking at him in interest. A soft hum leaves her lips looking him over. “Soraya.” They shake hands, neither one wanting to let go first at the warm grip heating her entire body, using this chance to pull her off to the side as they struck up a conversation oblivious to another person watching them.

“That was only the first time,” Jey grumbles remembering that same night, he learned of her relationship with Dame. The pair have been together since high school.

“So, you've known each other for a while?”

It was just never the right time for them to get together. Only ever seeing each other at events planned by Jimmy and Trinity. Their interactions are limited to social environments. Her previous relationship was at the forefront of her mind. “Yeah. We saw each other here and there. I was constantly on the road at the time, was away from everyone.” Soraya sighs, not wanting to relive the past anymore.

“Imma go get sum food, you hungry?” He directs to Soraya but also extends the offer to Mike and the girls. With everyone in agreement, Jey makes sure Soraya is good before heading out to get something for everyone.

“So what does Soraya the artist have planned next?” Mike asks, cleaning off excess ink with a paper towel.

“Another album and maybe a two-leg tour hopefully.” She’s scrolling through her phone at several emails about dates and venues. Unable to look at Mike as she was lying on her stomach so he could do the back of her leg.

“Exciting, I know Josh has a few international trips coming up, gonna travel with him?” Being the current World Heavy-Weight Champion he’s going to be defending his titles more and with his current feud with Finn Balor, he is leaving soon.

“No, but you just gave me an idea too.” She laughs. Soraya hadn’t thought about traveling with him, but seeing as their dates overlap, why not. She could see him in his element and him in hers.

“Glad to be of help.” He chuckles, incorporating the flower in her necklace into the design on her thigh, the details popping against her dark skin. He noticed the necklace the moment he saw her, a tradition he did with his own wife; getting the notion that she was Samoan as well, letting the culture design translate into her personal story.

“I don’t mean to pry, but why did you go ghost after exposing your ex? '' Sienna asked, earning a few slaps and shut-ups from her mom and sister. Soraya wasn’t offended or phased by the questions, knowing it was a well-warranted question.

“It's fine…It was mostly for my safety and sanity.” Which was the truth. Dame was known for being able to find her anytime she left him, especially with them being contractually bonded at the time. Finding the loophole in those contracts saved her life and career. “In the years that I’ve known him, I knew he wasn’t going to let me go easy.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His mom tells her. “I had a friend in an abusive relationship. She sadly didn’t make it out alive, so it's happy to hear that some women do and live to bring awareness.” A comforting smile on her face towards Soraya.

“Josh wouldn’t be as happy as he is either,” Mike adds, realizing that Soraya was the woman he always talked about, telling him about the girl he wanted but couldn’t have because of a dangerous situation. “You’re all he ever talks about.” He’s slowly finishing up the tattoo.

“Yeah. Uce is in love” Savannah laughs, getting up to grab some cream off the shelf for her Dad.

Soraya bites her lip nervously as the family cooed over Josh and his love for her. The man is head over heels for her. The instant notification she got on her phone pulls her attention away.

Current Time: 7:30 p.m.

Mike wiped the last of the cream off her thigh with a paper towel. A good five hours after Josh retired with food from Zaxby’s giving both her and Mike a break. Jey helps her stand up guiding her to the mirror.

“That shit clean baby.” Both of them admired the garter-style tattoo, the matching butterfly sitting on top of her thigh, surrounding small detailed flowers, noticing they matched the style of her necklace, the intricate detailing of Samoan culture markings making up the band of the tattoo, incorporating her mother’s culture into the design. She instantly fell in love, knowing she would be coming back to get the flowers colored in.

“It’s perfect.” She turns and gives Mike a hug, his embrace feeling like she was hugging a giant teddy bear, returning the hug, he smiles.

“Thank you for trusting me with your first.” He was honored to give her something she loved. “Hopefully you’ll be back for more.”

She laughs. "Oh for sure." She watched Jey gather their things after hugging his wife and kids goodbye.

The two of them head out together. Her thigh was still sore, hissing at the sudden pressure from sitting in the passenger seat.

“Hurts huh baby?” He looks at her. She nods with a pout, adjusting her sitting position to not put pressure on the freshly-inked thigh.

“Yeah.” She responds, digging into his middle console for the blunt he had rolled earlier, knowing the little thing would ease some of the pain. The two ride in silence for a minute, the car filling with the strong scent of weed, getting them both high.

“What if we travel together for your tour.” Jey breaks the silence, stopping at the red light to look at his now relaxed girlfriend. “Schedule your concerts around my shows and events?”

“Mhm, I travel in style.” She reminds him. Jey never really cared to pay extra for first class or personal drivers; choosing to carpool with his peers, Soraya on the other hand relished in the added luxury. She was always on some private Jet, or tour bus, even going as far as to get a driver, wanting to limit a lot of crazy fan interactions, especially with the trial going on. For her, he would do anything.

“Then we travel in style, as long as you’re next to me.” The car moves again, a giddy smile on her face at the thought of traveling with him. Her fingers moved rapidly across her phone screen, sending her manager Naraya the go-ahead to plan the tour dates around his schedule.

“Oh, you planned this already?” Jey peeks over at her while laughing.

“Of course, I was going to do it regardless.” Her hand comes up to rest behind his neck, thumb rubbing into the skin behind his ear. “Wanna see you live'” she murmurs to herself, but the cocky smile on his face signals that he heard her. He decides not to tease her as he drives them home.

Why would she stay in such an abusive relationship? See me he would look worse than me You never know what you’re going to do in a situation like that. Do you think they’ll call her to testify against him? She’s weak. Supposed to be this big bad girl and she let a nigga smaller than her pimp and drug her out. I doubt she testifies, why should she if they have all the evidence they need. He’s a scapegoat for whoever he’s affiliated with. They’re feeding him in the woods. She’ll probably run away like last time. She’s nothing without him.

The incoming notifications of the blogs talking about her killed her, frustrating not only her but Jey as well, as some particular people he was no longer friends with sent him the blogs, stating she would kill his career as well. No matter how much she tried to shut down the rumors, it always found its way into her life. The two of them scowl at their phones, calling her relationship with Dame a publicity stunt for her. Twisting her words back on her, stating Dame didn’t deserve it and that he loved her even though he cheated on her and had a child with her. Something the public doesn’t know; thinking the child was born after she went ghost.

She wanted to respond but they would only twist her words once again, It seemed the only way she knew how was through music. A light goes off in her eyes, a small smirk on her face as she looks at Jey who is getting ready to remove his shoes.

“What?” He noticed the mischievous look on her face, confused at what she was planning in that head of hers.

“I can’t believe you dragged us into this shit.” Bianca sighs, carrying a black garment bag in her hands. “Especially in this dirty-ass abandoned warehouse.”

“Oh, hush.” Trinity hits her, carrying her own bag of hair materials, behind them the twins and Montez carrying video equipment. “We got you girl.”

Soraya smiles, sipping on a Red Bull to keep her awake. “Thanks guys, this was just a spur-of-the-moment idea.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with the blogs talking about you again is it?” Bianca asks, setting down the bag of clothes on a nearby table. “Or that Dame is going to trial?” She hated being called out by the girls, they were always spot-on about what she thought. A defeated sigh leaves her side.

“This is the last time.” She was certain this would end what they thought about her and focused solely on Dame and how horrible he was. She tried to stay quiet about everything, but it seemed everyone was forcing her hand, demanding she speak about it. Trinity and Bianca groan.

“Girl, no matter what you do, they will still talk.” Bianca tells her honestly confused about why she was entertaining the blogs. Trinity on the other hand understood why she was. Why would she let them continue to drag her name?

“At the end of the day B, We gotta support her.” Trinity would rather end this conversation and support her cousin in whatever she thought was best.

“Forever gon support my girl.” B raises her hands in surrender. A couple of more people came in with their things as well, confusing not only the girls but the guys as well. “Who are they?’

“The host of The Bullet Club.” Soraya grins, a set of men walking towards him with a wide smile on their faces. Jey watches confused as the two dudes pull her into a hug. He slowly walks his way up to them.

“Hey, squirt.” The taller, older man hugged her tightly, swaying them side to side.

“Hi, Uncle Cliff.” She grins returning the embrace, an oh expression on everyone’s face. “Thanks for letting me do this.”

“Anything for my niece.” He pulls back; looking behind him at his crew setting up the multiple green screens and camera equipment. “Bout time you did a legit diss, that shameful shit was whack.”

She makes a face, spotting Jey at her side. “Not too much on Shameful, she got me through it all.”

Cliff raises his hands in defeat. “Do you baby girl. You know you say the word, "I got my guys on him.” She rolls her eyes, Her uncle stays wanting to put a cap on somebody, especially if someone messing with his family. She finally introduces them to her friends, mainly Jey. Who was protectively at her side. Cliff sizing him up inserts himself. “Joshua right?”

He nods, returning the same attitude. “Yeah.”

They stare each other down as Trinity pulls Soraya away from them to possibly do damage control. Bianca made her sit down as Trinity got her things out to do her hair. Soraya has to watch from a distance at her boyfriend and uncle having a stare-down, before they break into a union of laughter dapping each other up. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Girl, you didn’t tell me the Method Man was your uncle.” Bianca scolds almost, burning her head. “My bad.”

“That’s why and he's not by blood.” She’s touching up her makeup, adding some more details to her lips, smacking them together to evenly smear the gloss across them. “Just super close with my dad.”

“Shit, he's fine as hell.” Trinity sighs, putting an outfit together for her. “If I wasn’t married.”

“If you weren't what?”

Their conversations come to a halt as their boyfriends join them. Jey going to sit in front of Soraya, watching her doll herself up. “Nothing.” Trinity deflects, hugging Jimmy’s waist.

“Mhmm, Raya, you almost ready?” He asks, looking down at her. Bianca had finally finished her hair, letting her get up and grab the clothes Trinity picked for her.

“Yeah.” She walks up to Jey, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Going to get dressed.” He follows behind her, only to make sure no one walks in on her while she changes. She had wanted to talk to him as well; unsure of how he was feeling in all of this.

“You look good.” He tells her, holding the discarded pieces of fabric, loving the way the new outfit shaped her frame. A shy grin on her face as she walked up to his leaning body perched on the metal frame. Her arms wrap around his neck.

“Thank you.” She stands on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You okay?” He shrugs, looking down at her. A slow lick of his lips as he trailed his eyes from her face to her body pressed against his. “How do you feel about me doing this?”

“I’m here to support you.” He gives her another chaste kiss, biting her lip in the process. “Let this be the last time you talk about him though.” A tiny whimper leaves her mouth at the loss of his on her own. He was cool with Soraya doing what she had to. However, if this doesn’t kill the shit then she was fighting a lost cause.

“It’s overkill at this point Soraya. I’m not staying in this relationship if you’re going to continue entertaining the nigga. Make it count.”

The empty warehouse was now set up with multiple green screens and cameras, a single microphone in the center as she stood behind it, Her uncle and his host doing their intro from or their radio station introducing Soraya as the beat started. The buzzing notifications in her friend's phone came out as this was being aired live across all social media platforms.

The first line in her diss surprised everyone. “You might wanna watch your mouth, or watch your spouse. I’m that chick, I’ll make you want to slit your wrist. your nigga tryna kiss my pics.”

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It wasn’t often Soraya sat down and truly dissed somebody, especially in freestyle while being recorded live for everyone to see at midnight. However, it was brought out of her and there was no turning back. As she continued, Jey wondered if this was her way of finally releasing any negative energy she was harboring over the situation. He had also wondered if she would do the same to him if they didn't work out. Regardless if it was mutual or night. He hated thinking that way.

“Let’s clear shit out, lately it's been empty as the head that wears the crown. Niggas who want a bitch whose only talent is to mentally be challenged....” The short pause between bars; a mix of approval ooo's in the background. “chemically imbalanced.”

Yet, just seeing her in her element, the way all stress left her body in her movements, he still had to wonder how their story would end. Trinity notices the distant look in her brother-in-law's eyes, the wheels turning in his head. She instantly knew what he was thinking. “She’s not going to do you like she’s doing him.” She tells him.

“Yeah?” He looked at Trinity and then back at his girl. “How do you know?”

“She wouldn’t have gotten matching tattoos with you.” Only Trinity and Jimmy had noticed the butterfly on her leg that was eerily similar to the one Jey had on his arm. It was hard not to miss the garter-style tattoo on her leg. Trinity also saw it as a sign of her being in love. Growing up Soraya had told everyone her first tattoo would be a matching one with her future boyfriend to signify her being truly in love. She kept that to herself for Jey to find out.

He takes the newfound information into account as he watches her, finally listening to the lyrics that she is spewing out.

“Nigga listen, I can’t really explain it, but, shit I’m famous so people gon draw the picture however they wanna paint it, ain’t it.” Her uncle is in the background running around with Montez, their actions warranted at the bar, sneaking a jab at the blogs telling false stories about her.

By this time, over a million people were turned in, constantly sharing their livestreams. What the people in the warehouse aren’t seeing on the green screen are multiple pictures of her and Dame, and how she started his career, providing proof that he was a narcissistic wanna-be rapper. Debunking all the claims that he put her on.

“I’m the reason why you great nigga, I’m the one who got you eating medium and steak nigga.” If she had a real audience they would be dead as she devoured the switch-up of the beats, in the background her phone was going off with messages and notifications of people trying to save face.

“I’m not the type to hit feet when I’m targeting chest, when I met a world peace put your art to the test and now went overheads.” She had been going on for two minutes now with no plans of stopping anytime soon. “This is something I have oversaid now it's just an overkill better yet it's over dead, over heads.”

Cliff had started to slow down the beat, signaling for her to stop at some point, but she still went in on the mic, rapping to no beat as she stared straight into the camera. “Zero effort, you have zero leverage. Text me on my phone and I’ll see at zero message.”

Soraya had released so much trauma into that freestyle, no longer caring about how she was going to be viewed, using this as a reference anytime someone brought up her past. Her focus now is on the man who loved her and showed it daily. She finally looked in his direction as they wrapped up. A silent conversation was being held between them from how they held each other’s gaze. Her feet moved toward his direction. The closer she gets, his arms open letting her wrap her arms around him, his own hugging her shoulders, with a gentle kiss to her temple.

“All good?”

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