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saturnville · 3 days

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Voting for more hamilton content!!!

wash day, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x she (black fem oc) content: non-physical intimacy is just as important as physical intimacy. warnings: none. an: the girlies want lh content, so here we are! likes are cool, but we love reblogs and comments! let me know what you think <3

The soft pallets of her fingertips danced along his scalp. Her manicured nails brushed the sides of his temples, swiping away any beads of stress and insecurity that might have lingered longer than needed. Her gentle actions pulled a moan from his throat. She smiled softly.

A soft hum from the fan in the bathroom was the only sound that could be heard. That and the sloshing of the water in the tub when they moved ever so slightly.

She combed through the beautiful coils upon his head with her fingers carefully. With ease, the knots and tangles broke away. Strands of his hair fell upon her wrist as she raked through his locks.

Wash day was her favorite as much as it was his. It was a time for intimacy between them that did not require any sexual activity. Non-sexual intimacy was important. She stood by the sentiment and was willing to die on the hill most desired to climb upward in competition. There were important things, she noted, that deserved cultivation and just as much attention as learning her partner’s body. If she was honest, she felt closer to him in moments like these compared to when his body was pressed against hers.

She easily remembered the first time she participated in wash day with him. She came over one Sunday afternoon and found him in the bathroom scrubbing away at his scalp with his shirt drenched in water. She vividly remembered giggling at his state and offering to lend a hand, which he desperately needed. Sure, some people did his hair for him, but he figured he’d try it out himself. He did learn, however, he enjoyed it when she did it. There was something about being trapped between her legs as she wrapped his ringlets around her fingers, that he couldn’t get enough of.

“My hands are starting to prune,” she admitted as she dropped her hands into the water. She swished her hands to remove the remnants of deep conditioner trapped between her fingers. “You let this sit for a few minutes. I’m gonna rinse off in the other shower.”

She pressed her hands against the floor of the tub to push her body up, but his hands against her thighs halted her movements. “Mhm, stay.” His fingers danced along her calves.

“By the time you get out, I’ll be waiting for you. I don’t want to shrivel up,” she replied, tapping his shoulder. With a dissatisfied groan, he released her body from the trap he had her in. She pecked his neck as she stood to her feet.

His eyes were on her as she walked towards the rack that held her black towel. His eyes followed the droplets of water that slivered down her chest, to her hips, and down her brown legs. His tongue grazed over his lip. She sent him a wink before exiting the bathroom and starting towards the other one.

He joined her hardly ten minutes later. She jumped when she felt his hands on her hips. She turned in his arms, gently shoving his shoulder as a repercussion for scaring her. The playful scowl on her lips did nothing but only egg on his desire for her.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbled, drawing her wet body close to his. She hummed in response, allowing her lips to brush against his. Her teeth gently nipped along his bottom lip before capturing his mouth completely in a steam-filled kiss. She swallowed his quiet noises and broke away before his wandering hands spurred her on.

The warm water beating against them only intensified the heat burning between them. By the time the fire was extinguished, the water was as cold as a winter day, probing them to exit the shower.

“You don’t make yourself discreet at all,” she said while looking over her shoulder at her lover who smiled innocently. He was perched against the doorframe, a gray towel tied tightly around his waist. His damp hair leaked small droplets of water that slid down his bare chest. He smiled at her.

She shook her head and continued to moisturize. She slid on a clean shirt and underwear. She sat on their shared bed and ushered for him to get dressed so she could finish his hair.

“You want two pieces left out or not?” she trailed off once he sat on the floor between her legs. Beside her was the “hair bin” filled with the creams, serums, gels, and oils they used on their thick locks.

“No,” he replied, lifting his arms to place them on her thighs. His fingers drew imaginary doodles on her skin. Mumbling a quiet, “Okay,” she retrieved what she needed from the hair bin and began combing his hair softly.

Small conversations and little comments were made, but, a comfortable, silence dawned over them. She was focused on parting, moisturizing, and braiding his ringlets, and he was basking in the relaxation he felt. He nodded off a few times, only to be awoken by her giggles.

“I’m almost done, baby,” she assured. She took a nice amount of oil in her palms and rubbed them together, taking the time to massage his scalp softly. She ran her hands over his hair, watching as the curls jumped under her fingertips. She wiped her glistening hands on an old towel and then patted his shoulder.

“You’re good to go. Tie it up.” She tossed a black durag at him, which he caught with easily.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed her gently. She smiled and pushed the hair bin to the side, making a mental note to put it away in the morning.

Tiredly, she pushed her body up the bed and swiped her scarf from underneath her pillow. It was silk and smelled like a variety of oils. She tied the fabric around her twisted hair and laid against the pillow. Just moments later he climbed in bed next to her. He was quick to engulf her in his arms and press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“You know I love you right?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I love you too. That’s the only reason I’ll spend four hours doing your hair every month.”

“I’m lucky to have you,” he said in response. His words were muffled as his lips moved against her neck. She sighed softly at the feeling of the open-mouthed kisses against her neck and his hands against the flesh of her thighs.

“I’m lucky to have you,” she replied quietly. “and also lucky that wash day is over. I’m going to bed; cuddle me.”

Lewis hummed and slid his hand beneath her shirt, palming the heavy flesh of her chest. “Yes ma’am.”

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x black!reader #lh44 #team lh44 #lh44 x reader #sir lewis hamilton

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mamasturn · 3 months

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I love your stories we need a Callum turner fix😭

aha thank you! I’m trying to write as much as I can!! I hope to have more up on @saturnville this weekend 🫶🏾

#thanks for asking!#aj’s asks #saturnville #mamasturn #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan x reader

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wandawxdow · 2 months

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Masters of the Air fic recs

(*) = includes smut

gale ‘buck’ clevens x john ‘bucky’ egan

in london / on leave

bomber’s moon by moonrocks

in london, secret & established relationship, (*)

level-off manoeuvres by wormringers

together in london, (*)

dallas girls by hcneymooners

london, fluff and dash of angst

hurt/comfort & angst

good men die too / oh i’d rather be with you by moonrocks

grief/mourning, first kiss, injured!bucky

falling apart by cloudystars

post-mission hurt/comfort

Whatever Happens Tomorrow, We Had Today by MaShEd_Potat_os

angst, love confessions

a good dream by lilium

hurt/comfort, protective bf, 1x04 au

dear john by ForASecondThereWedWon

angst, love letters, 1x04, (*)

you’ll never be alone (i’ll be there for you) by tearsricochets

first kiss, pining, emotional hurt/comfort, 1x01-1x02

make you feel alive by signifier

emotional hurt/comfort, happy ending, presumed dead

it had to be you by MaShEd_Potat_os

post-war, angst with a happy ending, insecure!bucky

stalag / imprisoned

greyspace by cloudystars

sick!bucky, protective!buck, hurt/comfort

night terrors by cloudystars

trauma, nightmares, hurt/comfort

I’ll Get By (As Long As I Have You) by JediRobertHogan

hurt/comfort, reunited

whatever you want me to do (i will do) by tkachukypls

angst, unrequited love, 1x07

scars by cloudystars

protective!bucky, fights, 1x07

You Put Your Arms Around Me (And I’m Home) by johnslittlespoon

fluff, sharing a bed, 1x07

Full Count by madeitsimple

angst and (*), 1x07-1x08, fights

judgement by the hounds by anonymous

1x08, hurt/comfort, fights, sharing a bed

Whatever you want me to do, I will do by Anonymous

john brady!centric, protective!buck & bucky

rainfall by switchgrassdevil

sick!buck, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed

I Won’t Rot by GrayFingers

hurt!bucky, protective!buck, injuries

Fluff + AUs

back home where you’re safe from, that’s the measure of a man by wolfhalls

established relationship, learning to dance, (*)

Reverie by Avonne

soulmate au (*)

the secret list of very serious (and sober) 100th’s rules by Amethyste_Blanche

fluff

Look The Other Way by Disastrous_Canasta

first meeting, fluff

all roads lead home by cloudystars

biker!au and abo!au, modern universe

A Kiss With A Fist by perpetualmotion

buck defends bucky’s honour

Love Tokens by perpetualmotion

gift giving

moonlight serenade by puffanities

abo!au, omega!bucky, alpha!buck, ongoing series

You and Me (5 Times) by stopstopstopit

various jokes about buck & bucky being married

any day now by tkachukypls

gift giving, bucky gives buck a puppy

Garden in My Heart by 13SapphireStars13

abo!au, omega!bucky, alpha!buck, courting

Smut - no Plot

A Suite at the Ritz by stillheremydear

secret relationship & sneaking around (*)

buck x bucky x curtis fics

I’ll be looking at the moon (but i’ll be seeing you) by moonrocks

1x03, grief/mourning

different but equal by Ikharys

fluff, pre-relationship, sharing beds

my hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) by RavenOfRao

fluff, pre-relationship

A Brief Moment of Mourning by Perpetual Motion

angst, emotional hurt/comfort

First Meetings (and Punishments) by scaraheather

first meetings, pre-relationship

Both (*) by Ikharys

fluff and smut, sharing a bed

each man has got his classification (*) by mpix

smut, jealousy

Out of Reach by studies in subjunctive

unrequited love, (*)

The Long Way Home by livelaughlove_write

post-war, ptsd, love confession

x reader recs

jealous!buck request by @sansaorgana

jealous!buck request (2) by ↑

to the rescue (curtis biddick) by @sagesolsticewrites

with all my gratitude, hope and adoration, john (2) (3) by @buckysegan

twenty five (to life) by MissFreakingFortune

blurb (bucky egan) by @swiftiekisses

Hitchin’ A Ride by @pisupsala

girl dad!gale request by @sansaorgana

Because the Night by @gloryofroses19

Birdie by @jointherebellion215

amor aeternus series by @saturnville

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fastlikealambo · 4 months

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burn for you: coriolanus snow x black!fem reader regency au

summary: notorious rake coriolanus snow, duke of districtshire, must marry or face financial ruin. he sets his sights on you, an extremely wealthy woman in your own right and what transpires over one year told in 4 acts will change both their lives.

this is a sample chapter, please interact, comment or reblog if you would like to see the full chapter.

@rosewine-5

@saturnville

Act One: Autumn

Just before the first leaves fell, Crassus Snow, the former Duke of Districtshire, died beneath the warm thighs of a chambermaid, a simple fact that brought joy to His Grace, Coriolanus Snow, his son and the new Duke of Districtshire every single time he thought about it.

The social season had begun and from his rooms in The Corso, he could see that the entire street had begun preparations for The Plinth Ball to open the season. Sejanus would be arriving soon to go over strategy for a successful social event but Coriolanus wasn’t the least bit worried, in fact he was annoyed.

He was a duke now, his name was on several ladies’ dance cards, he had an entire legion of staff and a village at his disposal, the world should have been his for the taking. But with his new title came his father’s old debts and the bastard loved to spend.

His Grace Coriolanus Snow, Duke of Districtshire, was flat fucking broke.

A knock at the door interrupted Coryo’s dream of a new cravat and with the arrival of his grandmother and cousin, his annoyance only grew with whatever Grandma’am was about to pester him with.

“Coryo,I fixed the buttons on your jacket for the ball, pearls from the guest room curtains worked perfectly. I need to see it on you, make sure it fits like it’s supposed to.” Tigris said

Coryo was only happy to oblige as his most beloved cousin moving back in with them after his father died had been the only bright spot in weeks. Slipping into the tailcoat, he looked in the mirror, admiring Tigris’ work.

Above all, he would look every inch the duke his father never was even if he only had a bit of cabbage and cold mutton to break his fast all day.

“It’s wonderful,Tigris, thank you.” Coriolanus said truthfully, happy to see her smile while Grandma’am continued to look dour.

“I had a letter from Lord Highbottom. He purchased the country estate without any warning and he intends to buy this home, our ancestral home, within a year if we do not pay what your father owed him for investing in his peasant child fighting establishment failure. You must marry well and marry now, Coriolanus! Do you wish me to be the laughingstock of the gardening society?”

Grandma’am rather melodramatically threw herself onto the nearest settee, sobbing into a handkerchief while Tigris patted her back and gave her cousin an apologetic look.

No.

He did not wish to marry, not when there was fun to be had, that was something for a later date of his choosing, not in his first months of dukedom.

If it took selling off a prized horse or two, so be it.

Absolutely not, not happening.

“You know my grandson, Coriolanus? He’s very much on the hunt for a suitable bride tonight! There’s not a young lady in all of Panem that wouldn’t want the title of Duchess and my grandson on their arm.”

Grandma’am’s voice unfortunately carried throughout the Plinth ballroom and it took everything in Coryo to not jump through the nearest window and to a brothel where his coin was far more interesting than his title.

“Cheer up Your Grace, you’re scaring your potential brides.” Clemensia Dovecote quipped, stealing the champagne flute from him with a smile.

“Is it really that obvious, Clemmie?”

“You look like you were bit by several snakes. Come dance with me unless you’d like to be set upon by overeager mamas in the next sixty seconds?”

Coriolanus could see Grandma’am leading an army towards him and joined the quadrille without a second thought.

All he had to do was pick the most agreeable one with the biggest dowry and their money problems would be settled with no more interference from Highbottom.

He could buy all the cravats he wanted.

No.

He was still a duke and dukes did whatever they wanted and at this moment he wanted a drink, not a duchess.

Yet as he made his way to the nearest servant, the sound of double doors opening made him stop and everyone in the ballroom cease talking and dancing.

You.

You walked through the double doors, a masterpiece for all to gaze upon and immediately every thought of leaving early left Coriolanus’ mind.

Perhaps there was fun to be had this evening.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x black!reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #regency au

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heejayy · 3 months

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Patiently waiting for more ppl to start writing for Callums character in MOTA 🥰

So far @saturnville has been eating the girlies up! 😝🤞🏾

#Callum Turner #feed my delusions #tag me pls 😁#masters of the air #john egan #major john egan #mota #Callum tuner x reader #John Egan x reader #CHOP CHOP

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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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Masters of The Air || Fanfiction masterlist

I figured it was about time to start compiling. If I’ve missed your fic please reblog with a link attached below and I’ll add it on to the original post 💋

One Shots:

Eyes on the Prize by @basilone

Do You Trust Me? by @blurredcolour

For the Hope of it All by @precious-little-scoundrel

Deep, Dark Blue by @liebgottsjumpwings

Home to You by @saturnville

Stolen Moment by @saturnville

Light up my Lover’s Way by @wexhappyxfew

Series:

I’m Your Man by @hesbuckcompton-baby feat. Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

A Pair of Silver Wings by @major-mads

Dear John by @precious-little-scoundrel

OC introductions:

Marion Brennan by @mercurygray

Featuring Buck x Bucky:

Eggs in Heaven by @forasecondtherewedwon

Don’t Count on it by @dilfelvis

Bucked and F—-d by @austinbutlerslovers

#mota fanfiction #masters of the air

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fentibeauty · 1 year

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━ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

summary- you walk in your dorm with a serious limp after dance practice. your roommate and girlfriend notices and offers to help by stretching you out.

a/n- this randomly popped up in my head while i was listening to brent and i had to write it down before i forgot it lol. otw to my cruise so this may be the last fic i write until next month lord

warnings- mentions of sexual activity , profanity, shuri being an amazing girlfriend. shuri also being a little sneaky thang.

tags— @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones @szalipcombo @shurireigns @rxcently (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

*. * · ݈ hbcu! shuri ✗ black!reader *. * ·

you unlocked the door and slowly limped into your dorm. your girlfriend shuri was laying on her head reading a book she has to write a report on.

with small groans you made it to your bed with a loud “hmph.” shuri put her book down, “are you okay, my love?” there was a tone of humor in her question.

“everything hurts.” you mumble. even though what you said was a bit incoherent, shuri was able to hear you. “why does everything hurt? you’re a pro at dancing. you do everything with no effort.” she asked as she got up from bed and sat on yours.

shuri started to rub your legs, “do you need help?” she asked quietly. “how are you going to help me, ri?” shuri got on her knees and positioned herself in front of you.

“let me stretch you out.”

you won’t lie, when those words left shuri’s mouth your mind took a left and thought of other thinks you knew she wasn’t referring to at the moment. shuri soon caught on and held a sly smirk before laughing. “not in that way, you nasty girl.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you smiled. shuri let out an amused scoff and looked down at your legs.

“okay, let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?”

shuri was now between your legs, started off by using the pit of her hands to massage your thighs. you let out a noise of discomfort but also relief. shuri looked down at you, the face you had on your face reminded her of previous events.

“this position is fairly familiar, no?” shuri teased as she continued with what she was doing.

“but i was the one with my mind in the gutter.” you commented. shuri let out a smile laugh.

she rubbed over this one particular spot that was the most tender causing, what sounded like a moan leave your lips. you realized it was a bit too much for shuri when she paused her movements.

“oh, i’m sorry. it slipped out.” you let her know, shuri looked into your eyes before continuing, it seemed as though she was fighting something within her. “no need to apologize, love.”

shuri then grabbed the pit of your knees and spreaded your legs apart. you winced and hissed in pain, “it feels like you’re hurting me on purpose.” you whined.

“never love, you’re just very tense i can feel it in your muscles.”

shuri got closer, and made herself taller. she looked down at your crouch before looking back at you with a smirk. “shuri! be focused.”

“so very sorry, i can’t help it. she’s looking right at me. she wanted to say hello.” she tried to reason. “oh please, it seemed like you want to say hello.” you looked up at her with your legs still in the air; in her hands.

“i do want to say hello.” she leaned down and became face to face with your pussy, “hello, good to see you again.” she joked as she left a kiss on the top of it making you squirm just a bit.

“will you stop??!” your cheeks heated up, even with your chocolate skin, shuri could still tell you were blushing. “distracted aren’t i. that’s just what you do to me.”

shuri watched you once more, “god i love your thighs baby.” she complimented. you were indeed a very thick girl, you grew up with your greens and cornbread. it was bound to happen!

as you walked around campus with shuri, people wondered how shuri could handle someone like you. the girls you danced with swore you would break shuri as easy as a twig but they were wrong.

most nights after sex, you would be the one limping and needing to be rejuvenated. shuri on the other hand would be just fine.

shuri is definitely stronger than most people think but that’s not any of their business, they can think what they want to think.

anyway.

shuri bent your legs back as much as you allowed it. your legs very much did go to your head and boy was shuri amazed. “jesus, you are so damn flexible.” she gazed at how she had you folded like a pretzel.

shuri couldn’t help it, she couldn’t.

she brought her front and pressed it against yours. “oops.” her tone with two octaves deeper. you knew shuri wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“s-shuri.” you said in a warning tone, yes you were sore but you’ll never decline any sexy time with your lover. “sh, sh. let’s continue.” she went on like nothing happened.

she put one of your legs down and focused on one leg. she straightened it and bent it back. another moan left your mouth, this time it was far more clearer to shuri’s ears. she tucked her bottom lip and stared directly into your eyes.

“okay yeah, maybe we should stop before i make you sorer than what you are now.” she was deadass.

shuri was dead fucking ass.

#hbcu!shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x woc!reader #princess shuri #letitia wright x black!reader

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blackterrae · 7 months

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BIPOC, Latina(x), & Hispanic tag-list Pt.3 (remastered)

@infernalodie @evethestargirl @mist-see @mistyyyy @the-writtenword-world @houseforwhores @sodacatz @artemiseamoon @itsthestutterforme @hennyjwrites @ingeniousmindoftune @cloveroctobers @satorubi @neesieiumz @xogabbiexo @samwilsonsbabymama @celestianstars @saturnville @pocfansmatter @blkmorticia @thirstnotes @write-fromthe-start @peyiswriting @christowhore @blackreaderfics @xxindiglow @golden-ariess @c-nstantine @shotgunbunny @jazzthatonewriterchick @omitea @katsukismelaninn @mypimpademia @tamakishoochie @apocalypse-shuffle @neonovember @blackwomanwriter @shelbydelrey @i-try-to-write-stuff @fckwritersblock @paisholotus @megamindsecretlair @yallfavblkgirl @greedyhoneyz @shinsouscatpisssmell @wakandas-vibranium @veronicarose20 @m-dilfluv3r @sparklemichele @dadinhas-heat

#black fanfic #black fanfic writer #black tumblr #black writers #bipoc writers #black!fem!reader

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pantherandtheseagod · 1 year

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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alice-is-not-a-author3 · 1 year

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Linsey Patterson

Linsey has a twin, his name's Noah Lynn Patterson.

She's a extroverted person, but sometimes she's shy. Her mbti's ENFJ.

She and her twin was born in March 21st, they signs are aries.

She was born in Kansas, but they moved to Saturnvilles when they were 3 years old.

She's a perfectionist.

Linsey loves the Halloween.

Her favorite song's 'You're on your own, kid' by Taylor Swift.

She tries to be organized.

She loves to be cheerleader.

Linsey loves brazilian food.

She likes coffee and Gilmore Girls.

She likes criminology and law.

She likes to go in night dates, before she went alone, now she has company.

She fall in love with the enemy of her brother.

She's a feminist, she's so feminist it scares boys.

Linsey loves to play chess, because of the strategies.

Her father is abusive.

Her best friend is Abby, Morgan & Summer. But she's really close of Summer, they live really closer.

She likes to give orders and lead groups.

One day, she's going to write a book.

#linsey lynn patterson #linsey patterson #trivia #books #cabinet of curiosities #this is canon #faceclaim

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saturnville · 23 hours

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t- shirt, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x malika (black fem oc) content: in which wearing his shirt brings her comfort. warnings: 18+ steam + sexual situations and descriptions song reference: t-shirt by destiny's child wc: 1.5k

In-season was her least favorite season. Sure, she enjoyed seeing her partner in his element--world champion and multi-title holder leaving his heart on the track. But, the innermost parts of her, the selfish parts of her, hated when he was gone. It had been over 14 days since she’d seen him and she was losing patience as the days went on.

She could travel financially, but leaving her students behind was not a sacrifice she could make frequently. The life of a professor, she noted. So, while he was in another country with timezone hours ahead, she sat on his side of the bed, propped against a pillow that smelled like his hair products, twiddling the rings around her left finger and staring at reruns of old reality television shows.

The quart of ice cream was long forgotten and she almost regretted finishing her chips so early on in the day. She hummed softly and tapped her fingertips against the remote, the tips of her nails singing an unclear tune.

Her phone buzzed rhythmically along the side table. Her eyes darted toward the screen. Lover flashed across the screen in bright white letters. Her heart leaped as she swiped her phone from the table and answered in one breath.

“Hi,” she greeted cheerfully. She was laser-focused on his face as it came into view. He was looking toward the right and she caught the most beautiful view of his side profile. The sun of the country he was in seemed to do him well as his complexion was deeper but just as stunning as it always had been. His earrings glistened beneath the lights of the bedside lamp. Her eyes traced the tattoo across his neck and wondered how long it’d be until she’d trace it with her lips.

“Hi, pretty girl.” The hat he wore covered his eyes, but she caught a glimpse of them as he adjusted the camera angle. They were so big and brown, just sparkling and full of contentment. Her body warmed.

She smiled bashfully and her cheeks warmed at the nickname. It would never get old and she loved it just as much as she did years ago. She propped her phone against the empty ice cream pint and shuffled toward the headboard. “How was today?”

“It was good, I can’t complain. How was yours?” He then mirrored her actions and propped his phone on a nearby surface. He looked comfy, she noted. Dressed in the sweatpants she purchased for Christmas and an oversized shirt.

“I miss you,” she said shortly. Her husband turned his head and cooed softly, reassuring her that he’d be back with her in due time. His adventures were soon ending, and within a day, he would be right where he was before he left--with her. She wasn’t amused, however. “I know, I know.”

“Cheer up, love,” he tapped the screen with his index finger. “Flight leaves soon; give me a few more hours and I’m all yours. Promise.”

She raised an eyebrow to confirm his promise. He raised his pink to the sky and brought it toward the phone. She did the same. “Promise. Get some rest, I’ll see you soon, alright? I love you.”

She exchanged the same sentiments, blew a kiss, and hung up the phone. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Her favorite article of clothing gripped her frame in a way that reminded her of his hands. He wore a simple short-sleeved, navy blue tee shirt often, but she swiped whenever she had the opportunity. It cuffed at the sleeves and his scent was etched within the threads. Normally, the sweater fit loosely on him, but with the fullness of her hips and the plushness of her belly, it clenched her sides comfortably in a way that both he and herself enjoyed.

She was wrapped in her favorite gray blanket. It was a recent gift he bought for her at random. She remembered him telling her he was eyeing it when he was out and about and knew she’d love it, and love it she did.

She fisted the blanket underneath her chin and leaned further into her pillow, her eyes trained on the television ahead of her that was playing an episode of Graceland. The show kept her company while her husband handled business.

She hoped he would be home at a decent hour, but it was going on at midnight and she had yet to hear his car entering the garage. She sighed deeply, at least he’d have something for dinner when he came home. She had the intention of sharing a good dinner with him and cuddling the night away, but those plans were diminishing as the minutes ticked by.

Temporarily, she tore her eyes away from the television screen and swiped her hand along the bed in search of her phone. She sent him a quick text.

Malika

I miss you, baby

It took only a few moments for her phone to alert her of a message from him. A smile graced her lips.

Hubby

I miss you too. Packing up the car; I’ll be home soon. Another 30 minutes, baby.

Malika

K, be safe. I love you

Hubby

Love you more.

She then tossed her phone to the side and resumed watching her show until her husband arrived. She didn’t realize sleep almost had its grasp on her until she heard the robotic voice of the alarm system and a key rattling within the door lock. She flicked the blanket off her body and sat up slowly, stretching her tired limbs. She swung her feet over the bed and slowly padded out of the bedroom and down the dark steps.

She followed where the light led and saw her husband leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes staring at the timer on the microwave.

“Hi,” she squealed out softly, making Lewis turn his head. His braids, tied in a ponytail under his cap, swung slowly. He smiled at her, dropped his arms, and beckoned her near. “My gorgeous girl…” he said lowly, running his fingers across her sprawled hair. His hand traveled down her face and his thumb traced her lips. He leaned down and kissed her gently.

“Mhm,” she hummed. She pulled away just slightly and eyed his physique with no shame. Her husband was a good-looking man and she enjoyed basking in his beauty. He tilted his head to the side, noticing her lowering eyes and swaying body. “Sleepy?” Malika nodded. While her day wasn’t as long as his, she was tired. Being a professor wasn’t for the weak and she couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

“Get in bed, love,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands along her arms. She shook her head. “I will when you come upstairs.” She missed him so much and just wanted to be near him.

The microwave beeped behind them.

“I’ll stay down here,” Malika insisted, pulling away from him to sit at the dining room table. “tell me about your day. You raced well.”

His smile was charming as he swirled his food around with his fork and recapped the days he spent away. Of course, there was sightseeing, food tasting, drinking, and fellowship, but it was still work. So, none of the frustrations about the car, the managers, and other stressors were bypassed during their discussion. He even let it slip that a group of enchanted fans had a minuscule concept of personal space, especially about a married man. Malika shrugged. It came with the territory and as long as her husband knew how to handle it, that was her primary concern.

“Well, baby, some people are bolder than others. They can look but never can they touch.” Malika giggled, leaning forward on her elbows. He took a bite and nodded with pursed lips. He’d be damned.

Lewis leaned back in the seat and dropped his hands to his lap. He smiled for what seemed to be the hundredth time that evening. He said, “I feel like I’m talking about me too much and not enough of you. How was your day?”

Malika shook him off, enjoying hearing his voice after only getting a good morning, have a good day, and I love you before they both had to rush out of the door for their jobs. “I like hearing about your day.”

“Nothing arguing with managers and being in a hot suit for hours is amusing, baby,” he chuckled. “how’d that test go with the students?”

Malika’s students had a test over legal precedents and the historical events that prompted their passing and implementation into law. Most of them passed, which fueled her pride but also made her realize that she needed to change her methods in one way or another to ensure the other three students who struggled got the help they needed. The course was difficult and it should have been, but she was willing to make changes once she received feedback from the students.

“They did so well,” Malika gushed. “except three, so I need to talk to them, but I’m glad everything went smoothly. I was nervous, this was the first test I’ve given.” Being a new professor at the collegiate level, (after having dropped out of her doctoral program and then returning), she was nervous about how good she’d be as an educational instructor, but the growth of her students proved that she was great at her job.

Lewis caught how her eyes gleamed with pride as she spoke about and smiled softly. He was more proud of her progress over the last years, seeing that her hard work had been paid off. He took her hand into his as his lips brushed over her knuckles. “Proud of you, my love.” Malika gushed and thanked him. They spent a few minutes going into more miscellaneous details of their days before standing to take refuge in their bedroom.

His eyes followed her frame as he closed the door behind him. “Is that my shirt?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Malika turned over her shoulder with a small smile. She nodded and pulled back the comforters.

“It is,” she replied. “as much as I like it on you, I think it looks better on me.” She turned towards him. “Might look even better on the floor though.” His eyebrows lifted in interest. The look on her face was teasing. Her eyes sparkled with familiar mischief, the corner of her lips was raised, and her eyebrow quipped slightly. Her fingers danced along the hem of his shirt, curling along the edge to lift it, but, his quick strides and strong hands stopped her.

He stood in front of her at the side of the bed. He wasn’t much taller than she was, but the confidence he possessed and his muscular frame gave the allusion that he towered over her. The warmth in his eyes grew hot and flames threatened to burn her insides. She could feel her loins stir with desire the longer their eyes stayed on one another.

“You sure?” he asked, replacing her hands with his own. His palms were warm as they slid up her thighs, slid over her bottom, and gripped firmly. Her eyes fluttered closed and a whisper, yes, came from her. He hummed and hooked his finger around the thin panties that covered absolutely nothing. He pulled. She yelped. “On the bed.”

Malika moved faster than lightning. She brought her hands to her hair and prepared to pull her locs into a ponytail, but her husband’s headshake of disapproval made her arms fall. She’d forgotten how much he loved them. She laid on her back, hair sprawled against the pillows, chest heaving in anticipation, and thighs shaking from the sight of him alone.

He was now above her, pulling the black headband off his head. He tossed it across the room. His shirt followed. Malika couldn’t resist reaching out to caress his skin. Her fingertips traced the large compass in the middle of his chest. They trickled downward toward the waistband of his pants, which they tugged on roughly. “Careful, darling.” His tone was teasing but she wasn’t in the mood for games.

“Just love on me, please.” Always prepared to please, he took her hands in his, brushed his lips over the knuckles, then pulled his shirt over her body, dropping it on the floor. Even though they’d been together for years and love-making was not uncommon, he was in awe every time he looked at her. As a result, she felt shy under his gaze, still in awe about the fact that he loved her, all of her.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear as he gave her everything she wanted. The intensity, the passion, the desire. It had her writhing and shaking beneath him, all a beautiful sight to see. Her mouth was open and her lips damp from her tongue darting out to moisturize them. Her neck stretched as she struggled to stay still, her skin decorated with small marks that would bruise by the morning. And her eyes, her big brown eyes were glossy as her end was near. “My pretty girl. You love me, baby?”

Words were caught in her throat and all she could manage was a nod. Lewis tsked. “I asked you a question, love.” He slowed his movements, which pulled a sorrowful sigh from her. His eyebrow quipped.

“Yes, yes! I love you, baby! Always…”

Her confessions brought him to an end he wasn’t expecting to reach so quickly. Malika whimpered quietly as her husband worked her down from the high she rode. Slowly, her eyes opened and he smiled dopily, caressing her lover’s face with trembling hands.

The gaze they held was filled with so much love and adoration. They looked like the lovesick teenagers they were when they met years ago, so enamored and full of one another. After some time, she said hoarsely, “I’m glad you’re home.”

He pressed his lips against her cheek. “Me too, baby.”

Surrounded by the remnants of their love-making, they found solace in each other's embrace. With whispered words of affection and tender caresses, they whispered sweet nothings to one another before fatigue covered them like a blanket. They held to each other tightly, refusing to loosen their grip. Their love would always be their sanctuary, the stronghold that kept them bound together, always.

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mamasturn · 2 years

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dirty dancing, pt 5

pairing: ep (2022) x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

content: a highlight of cynthia’s weekend in graceland. (i was gonna continue, but im gonna make her visit two parts instead of one long part)

warnings: fluff. suggestive content. brief 18+ steam.

wc: ?

The Memphis sun was bright. Its devious rays snuck past the thick blinds and dark curtains. Over and over they tickled at her eyelids. She groaned softly at the intrusion and threw the sheets of over her head.

Her actions pulled a deep chuckle from the man beside her. Her body jumped and her eyes popped open at the sound. She wasn’t in her quaint room with peeling wallpaper and a creaking bed with a busted headboard. No, she was in a large room, filled with luxurious knickknacks and a comfortable bed, entangled in the arms of her lover.

“Mornin’,” his voice was low and full of sleep. The thick accent that carried his words was even heavier. It sent a warmth through her body. “Sleep well?”

She sure did. Lulled to sleep by soft serenades and loving touches. They woke up shortly after they laid down, still desperate for moments together. Cynthia asked him to sing to her. So, he swiped he led her to the jungle room where he swept her off her feet with his angelic voice and beautiful chords. “I can’t help falling in love with you.”

He even taught her to play bit, sighting that she was a natural. He moved her into his lap. “Okay, you’re left handed, so put the neck in your right hand—okay angle it just like that…”

“What’s the cork lookin’ thing for?” she’d ask.

“Tunes the guitar, baby. Make it sound high or low ‘cause it tightens the strings. Use your thumb to swipe the string—dare I say, you’re a natural, darlin’.”

Shortly after, they made their way to the kitchen for the dessert they missed out on in a rush to be alone. A famous peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream. They fed each other like couples in the movie. Until Elvis purposefully missed her mouth and allowed the ice cream to fall down the valley of her breasts. Cynthia gave him a stern look but it melted away when his hot tongue ran across her skin.

At that point, all thoughts of finishing that dessert were over, and he had the opportunity to taste something much better. Cynthia was loud, as he discovered.

“Shh, baby. Gotta stay quiet for me. You’re doin’ so good, darlin’.”

She could only answer with whimpers of praise, moans of his name, and pulls of his raven locks.

“Yes,” Cynthia replied with a smile after some time. She turned underneath the covers to face him. She was still bare and Elvis took the opportunity to caress her body in the way she enjoyed—gentle rubs of her hips and backside. He hooked his hand beneath her thigh and brought it across his hip, fingertips tickling the skin.

“I had a plan for today unless there was somethin’ else you wanted to do,” Elvis stated. He kissed her cheek then moved to her neck and collarbone. She bit her lip.

“Like what?”

He hummed against her skin. “Let’s go for a drive. There’s a lil’ park I know, has some water and lots of trees. Private and out the way. How’s that sound?” Sneakily, his fingers slid between her thighs, toying around her most sacred parts. Cynthia draped an arm around his shoulder and nodded.

“Sounds good,” she breathed out as he continued to work her. “Please…”

Elvis nipped and sucked along her neck and muttered into her skin, “I got you, baby.”

Cynthia finished getting ready before Elvis did. When he stomped down the steps, he found her laughing with his mother as they moved around the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

A bright smile was on her face as she allowed Gladys to instruct her on making pancakes. “Okay, now, you only wanna let a little bit go into the pan at a time ‘cause it’s gon’ fill out. Jus’ like that! Perfect! I’ll get the coffee started while you work on that, honey.”

“Okay,” Cynthia whispered with a smile. She looked very content, like she belonged. She and his mother worked in harmony together with smiles on their faces.

For moments more, he found himself admiring her. Her hair had been pinned up and out of her face. And she traded her pants for a simple blue dress and flats. Not without her sweater of course. A precious woman, she was.

“It smells good down here!” Elvis exclaimed, finally making his presence known. Both ladies greeted him with a wave. He welcomed the gesture gratefully, pressing two kisses on each cheek of the women.

“Bewbie, set the table please. Your daddy should be down in a minute.”

There was a comfortable silence amongst them. Soon, Vernon came to the dining area and they prepared plates. Cynthia stood next to Elvis by the counter, but he ushered her back to the seat, pulling it out then pushing her in. “I got it.”

“So, what do y’all have planned for the day?” Vernon said from behind his cup of coffee. Cynthia glanced at Elvis as she shoved a pancake in her mouth.

“Goin’ for a drive. Stop by a park. We should prolly pack some stuff for the road, huh?”

Cynthia nodded. “That’s the best bet. There’s no integrated places ‘round here. Save for Beale Street but that’s the opposite direction.”

“Packing from home it is then,” Gladys spoke up. “I’ll handle that while y’all gather your hearings. When do y’all plan to leave?”

“Hour or two,” Elvis gulped down some orange juice. “Shouldn’t take more than 45 minutes to get there.”

“Alrighty, then.”

“Baby, you ready?” Elvis called from the bottom of the steps. He flicked his wrist to check the time on his watch. If they wanted to get there and have plenty of time before the sun set, she’d have to stop examining herself in the mirror. “Cynthia, you look fine, darlin’, we gotta go!”

“Okay, okay!”

Elvis chuckled lowly and migrated toward the kitchen where his mother was, shoving snacks into a cooler bag. Sandwiches, fruit, colas, water, and his favorite candy all complied into the cooler. He smiled. “Thank you, mama.”

“Anything for you honey,” she replied to him with a pat on his cheek. “So, Cynthia, huh? She’s a sweet girl. She’s good for you, son. I like her. Wish things was different and she didn’t have to be cooped up in here. She seems to enjoy it, though.”

Elvis nodded. He did feel guilty, very guilty. He pursued her knowing the situation and as a result, they had to sneak around; dates at night, weekends at Graceland where she couldn’t really come out of the house, and phone calls when her family wasn’t around. It was hard, yes, but if she still wanted it, he would do anything in his power to make their relationship feel as normal as possible.

“Me too.”

Before he had the chance to expand, Cynthia skipped down the spiral steps with a smile. “I’m ready.”

Elvis swiped the cooler from his mother and pecked her cheek. “Thank you. We’ll be back sometime tonight. Don’t wait up!”

“Bye, Mrs. Presley!” Cynthia waved as she was dragged by the hand. “Thank you!”

“Y’all have fun, now!”

“C’mon, baby, it feels good.”

He was right when he said there was a park not too far away. It was beautiful, too. Trees larger than life. Botanical plants and vines wrapped around trunks and branches. There was a small garden with colorful flowers. Elvis plucked off a sunflower and tucked it behind her ear. “Wish I had a camera to capture how pretty you are.”

He mentioned water, too. She assumed a small pond that housed frogs, fish, and ducks. She thought to minuscule. It was a lake, one permitted for swimming. She eyed Elvis like he was crazy when he peeled off his clothes and jumped into the water like a madman.

“I don’t have the right clothes, baby,” she said lowly, glancing down at her dress. Was that the first time she called him aside his name, she thought. That’s not the point, she told herself. “I can’t wear in this.”

“So, take it off,” he said like it was the easiest thing in the world. Cynthia sighed and broke eye contact.

“I can’t swim, Elvis. Last time I tried, my cousins were drowned for hopping in the pool. So, we stay away from the water.”

The mood shifted. Elvis, once again, felt guilty. The difference in their life experiences was astronomical. He just couldn’t understand; she was a human just like him. Sure, she was of a different race, but what did that matter? Drowned for wanting to swim? The stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

“Okay, honey, I’m sorry. But, no one is out here, it’s just you and me. There’s nothing to be afraid of, just wade wimme. Feels great.”

Cynthia’s jaw shifted as she thought long and hard. It didn’t help that his eyes were on her as she debated the scenario. He was right—it was just them and no one would hurt her. Right?

Slowly, she shimmied out of her clothing. One by one, her dress, sweater, and leggings fell at her feet. She stepped out of her flats and let the grass caress her feet. She wiggled her red painted toes amongst the blades.

“I got you,” Elvis reassured. He held his hand out and she accepted it. She dipped a toe into the water and yelped at the temperature. It was cold. She inched further into the water until she was in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support.

“Not so bad, is it?” Elvis spoke against her neck. Cynthia shook her head. He cupped her thighs in his hands and tugged them around his waist for extra security. Soon, she was comfortable. One hand dropped from his shoulder to play with the surface of the water.

“It’s relaxing. Do you come here often?” Cynthia craned her neck to look in his eyes. They were bright and full of zeal. Hell, they almost matched the color of the sky. And his dark hair was dripping against his skin. She brushed some of it back to get the best look of him.

“I used to. Every weekend, then music took over and I didn’t have much time to come down here, but now I do.” He kissed her lips quickly. “I hope you like it.”

“I do,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for sharing some of you with me. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, darlin’.”

#black authors #austin butler x black!reader #austin!elvis x black!reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x black!reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #elvis fic #ep x cynthia #austin butler inspired male oc x black fem oc #saturnville

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galaactica · 3 years

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backup account for @saturnville <3

#backup account for saturnville #astrcworld

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fastlikealambo · 5 months

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from one black writer to another, thanks for making thg fics that include us!!! it was so nice to see content that reflects black women, especially when we’re just as interested as the next person. keep it up!! xx —@saturnville 🫶🏾

are you just determined to make me just cry all day??? OMG thank you so much, I'm just happy people are interacting with my fics, I almost quit a month ago and now I'm glad I didn't. I'm happy to be one among many and I keep forgetting to say this but if you write coriolanus snow x black! reader, thg x black!reader, TAG ME AND I WILL REBLOG IT. IMMA DOIN IIT NOW BECAUSE WE ALL DESERVE TO BE SEEN

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x black!reader #thg x black!reader #thg x reader

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brattyfics · 3 years

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“are we on a date right now” w/ miguel 🥰 —saturnville

Wow, interesting choice.

Um, I guess we’re going with a secret from my shameful past, sort of? 🙃 I never act on it, but the relationships I’m usually interested in are inappropriate or unattainable in some way. All my real-life crushes are on older guys, teachers, bosses (I know, I know). I am 100% the girl talking/flirting/whatever you want to call it and then being surprised when the person tries to step across the line.

Look at me telling my business. 🙃

#ask #answered #this answer gives home wrecker but i promise i would never lmao #1. i have a very inflated sense of self and my ego couldn’t take it #2. i can’t deal with the fallout of drama on any scale so i try to just do the right thing #and now im rambling some more

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fentibeauty · 1 year

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— ❛ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐰. (𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) ༉‧₊˚

‣ toxic!riri ✗ black!reader

‣ a/n: someone asked for me to a do toxic riri so why NOT??? (i promise will next fic will be sweet and fluff i promise!!) tbh ion even think this is toxic toxic but it’s something

‣ warnings: toxicity, smut implied (strap!riri), profanity, smoking.

‣ tags: @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones s @szalipcombo @rxcently @playgurlxoxo @shurisbbymama (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

• riri is so zamn toxic to the point where your friends notice.

‣ “y/n, answer me and be 100% honest, does riri hit you?” you are fucking shocked by the question. “does it look like, i would let riri beat my ass? like come on” your friends looked at each other and then back at you and nodded. “SHES IRON HEART. SHE’S DEFINITELY BEATING THAT ASS?!” your friends joked.

• nah, though. riri doesn’t put her hands on you ever. she may be toxic but homegirl aint abusive.

anyway

• she can be nonchalant as hell. you be tryna talk to her and she over there fidgeting with something she created.

‣ “huh, i didn’t hear what you said.

• riri is a damn HYPOCRITE, like a major one and it pisses you off so bad. it’s one of the main reasons you guys argue. she is so damn friendly and the moment you tell someone bless you from sneezing she automatically thinks you want to fuck them.

‣ “riri how the fuck can you come back to the dorm at 2 in fucking morning but when i come back at 10 fucking 30, hell breaks loose?? explain that shit to me.” riri gives you a hard stare

• another thing, she hates when you curse at her but you don’t give a damn, especially when you’re mad.

‣ “for starters,” she walks into your personal space. “watch your damn mouth when talking to me, talk to me like all of your senses are alert.” she looks down at you. you look at the window before back at her. “for second, you never tell me where the hell you’re going. you could be fucking anybody i wouldn’t know!”

‣ “back the fuck outta my face, it’s cool when you do everything but when i do the most simplest thing it’s a whole fucking problem!” you push her back, not hard enough for her to fall but enough force to make her stumble.

‣ she walks back up to you, “why you putting your hands on me like that, ma?” her tone lowers, her eyes were suddenly filled with hunger?

• one reason you always forgive riri is because the SEX IS BOMBBB.

• recently riri created a strap that was created just for you, it always molds that fits you perfectly, it was programmed to send vibrations to riri’s clit each fucking stroke.

‣ “i asked you a question, answer it.” she said, backing you up onto the bed. “i don’t appreciate you putting your hands on me, bae. say sorry.” you looked up at her, you were still mad so hell no you weren’t saying sorry. “ight.” riri nodded, “it’s cool.”

‣ “i want you to strip for me.”

• now there you guys were, she used one of her hands to pin your wrist above you while her other hand was on your waist holding you down, restraining you from all movements. your eyes were rolled back into your head as she pulled the strap all the way out and thrusted it back inside of you.

‣ “fuck,” riri groaned as she sped her pace up. “you like when i fuck you don’t you.” she leans down, her lips grazing on top of yours. she gives one sloppy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip, letting it go with a pop. “listen to us.” she said as she lifted one of her legs, giving you a different feeling. “i think i want you another way” she pulled out and flipped you over. “face down, ass up.” she ordered and you weakly did as such.

‣ she went back in giving you no time, riri loved fucking you from the back. the way your plump ass would throw back and hit riri’s clit sending nothing but electricity through her body. the vibrations were way more intense during back shots.

‣ riri was straight drilling your shit, it became too much. it took your all to try and run away from the strokes she was giving. “woah, you running?” she laughed. “nah, bring that ass back here.” she grabbed your hip-dips dragging back to meet her thrusts.

‣ after a few more strokes you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “i’m finna..” you clenched around the strap not being able to finish your sentence. riri pulled you to her back, her hand reached your neck. “tell me you sorry, for putting your hands on me in the way. if you wanna cum, let me know what’s up.” she groaned into your ear. riri was close too, you could tell when her strokes became hard and spaced out.

‣ “i’m sorry, bae. i’m sorry for p-pushing you. please let me cum.” you whine, it was taking everything to wait for riri’s green-light. “go ahead, i know you know not to do that shit again.” she said.

‣ time was not wasted, your legs began to shake. that was riri’s cue, she sped up now letting you ride your high out.

• riri was never as vocal until she came undone.

‣ she let out a high pitched moan into your ear and it was the most sexiest thing ever. she let go of you and your face hit the pillow, the strokes were slow and sloppy, allowing herself to come undone completely before she slipped out and fell beside you.

• she grabbed you and held you to her chest, you forgot about all the toxic shit riri has done when it came down to this.

• after a while of cuddling, you guys took a bath together. during the bath, riri wanted to smoke. weed helps her relax even more.

‣ you looked up at her and she looked down at you with the blunt in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows. “i want to hit it.” you smiled,

• riri didn’t want you smoking. she claims it’s bad for you. (a damn hypocrite like i mentioned)

‣ “nah” she said as she blew the smoke up into the ceiling. “pleaseeee, you never allow me to.” you pouted. “you know i don’t want you smoking.” she announced.

‣ “weed isn’t even bad for you!” you protested. “i said no.” she deadpanned. you turned back around and crossed your arm. yeah, you acted like a baby when you didn’t get your way. it’s riri’s fault because she does spoil you.

‣ riri sucked her teeth, you smiled because you knew she was about to give in. “come on, damn. pouting for no reason.” you turned around and showed all of your teeth with your big smile.

‣ you put the blunt to your lips, “aye, you inhaling too much. chilll.” she laughed. you blowed the smoke into riri’s face laughing. “this why you don’t need it, you childish.”

‣ you grabbed it from her and hit it again. this time allowing it to flow through your nose. “okay, that’s all i’m allowing” she took it back and put it between her fingers. you leaned back into her chest.

‣ “even though you’re toxic sometimes, i love you.” you admitted looking at your legs covered in bubbles in the tub. “i’m not-

‣ “you don’t even gotta finish that sentence. just say you love me back.” riri laughed because she knew she was about to lie. “i love you more, ma.” she grabbed your chin to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

the end!

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