#METHOD MAN

[firstethicalpisces]

[fuckyeslilkim]

[sammieb9]

Guud Gawd... this man

[miyuhpapayuh]

Right back.

“Hey, Cliff!”

Her deep wine stained lips catch his attention, before his eyes travel to her attire, making him lick his own.

Who knew blue and cheetah print went together. She honestly could pull off anything, and he never shied from telling her such.

“Always a pleasure, gorgeous.” He flirts, pulling her in for a hug as she inhales his heavenly scent like always. He thought it was cute.

“I missed you!”

“They always do,” he jokes, wincing at the slap she delivers to his arm.

“I'm joking,” he laughs. “I missed you too, girl.”

“Yeah, tryna play me like one of ya lil groupies,” she rolls her eyes.

“Never that. You know you was always my favorite.”

“Your favorite, what?” She raises a brow, waiting on his slick ass to answer.

He chuckles, his pink tongue chasing his toothpick around his mouth as he watches her grow a tad more impatient.

“My favorite lil boo,”

“Damn, how many you got?” She asks, not missing a beat.

He laughs again, earning another slap to the arm.

“Well shit, after you ran off on me,” he holds his heart, making her sigh, “I found somebody else to roll with for a bit, but it ain't last.” He shrugs.

“Aw, she was boring, huh?” She smirks.

“Ah, she was cool. Pretty, too. She was no you, tell ya that,” he winks.

“Nobody's me, Cliff.”

“That's what I missed, girl.”

“Mmhm… you really be telling people I ran off on you??” She asks, not forgetting what he had said.

“Nah, my people know it was mutual,” he assures, “I just wanted my moment.”

“I knew you had a little bit of sense,” she smiles, shaking her head.

“Ha ha. Anyway smart mouth, who got you out the house?”

“I like parties, sometimes! The host and I share a mutual friend and she passed along the invite. Plus who wouldn't wanna use an excuse to show some skin?”

“Mmhm, I told you, you looked good right?”

“Soon as you saw me,” she smirks. “But say it again.”

He chuckles, grabbing her hand to kiss it.

“You look better than Janet Jackson, girl.”

“Ooh, not Janet!” She giggles, swatting him as soon as he releases her hand.

“Shit, I'm serious. Tryna give me a heart attack and shit.”

“Mmhm, come make me a drink and maybe I won't cut you.”

A couple hours into her being in his presence and she was already in trouble.

If it was possible, he's even more fine! And whatever he had on, she was ready to lick it off.

Maybe she was ovulating or something, but she was ready to pounce on him.

“You make this outfit?” He asks, snapping her out of her daze.

“Of course, these boutiques don't have my taste!”

“Mm, and tasty you are.” He smirks, placing his blunt back between his lips.

“Don't start nothing, Cliff,” she laughs, crossing one leg over the other.

“Nothing I can't finish.” He responds, passing her the blunt.

“Well whatchu tryna do?”

He looks her up and down, before darkly chuckling.

“You.”

“Don't.. stop.. fuckin… me, babyyyy!”

Bent over the side of the couch with her skirt up and panties missing, she buries her face into the pillows below her as Cliff fucks her with the most deliciously bruising force.

“Mmf, I missed the fuck outta you, girl,” he grits out, smacking her ass a few times, smirking at his hand print on her brown skin.

“Fucckkk!”

“You missed me too, baby?” He asks, grabbing her neck from behind.

“Ye– yes!” She squeaks out, reaching back to grip his thigh, melting as he grinds into her.

Bending her arm to her back, he thrusts upward, finding what he calls the sweet spot.

Her muffled moans kick into high gear as her arch falters, making him taunt and coo at her.

“Right here, baby? Daddy hittin’ that sweet spot?”

Turning her head to the side to breathe, she whines and weakly nods as he moves his hand to her back, reinforcing her arch, precisely hitting her spot.

“Yes, right there… fuck, that feels s-so good!” She squeals, squeezing her eyes shut at the sensation overload.

“So good,” he moans back, speeding up and knocking the air from her lungs again, making her see stars a little earlier than she planned.

“B-baby, I'm c-cumming!”

“I got you baby, let it out,” he groans, almost following suit as she grips him tight, throbbing something vicious.

“Fffffuckkk,” she moans, squeezing her thighs together as he continues to dip into her sticky center.

“Keep that ass just like that,” his hips moving quicker, damn near making her eyes cross as she continues holding on for dear life with her free arm.

She wasn't even sure how she ended up folded up on his couch.

He just looked so good, yapping about how much he missed her. Couldn't get her and her sweet pussy outta his head.

Next thing you know, she was thanking god that he lived in a house and not an apartment, cause no way they would have went without a noise complaint.

“Who you fuck when I was gone?” He asks, swatting her ass.

“He wasn't you,” she whines.

“Mm,” he pulls her up from the cushion, while still stroking her, “he wasn't, huh?”

Her fingers are now curled around the pillows, as she fervently shakes her head. His hands grip her waist tightly, keeping her in place.

“He couldn't fuck me like you do,”

“Mmm,” he growls right into her ear, making her eyes flutter shut. “He don't get up in them guts like me?”

“Deeper, baby, deeeper,” she moans as he bottoms out and sits there, driving her crazy.

“Where's it at?”

“In my chest,” she breathlessly laughs, making him do the same before moving his hips again.

“Oh, that's my spot,” she moans, biting into her lip as his hand finds her neck, bending her backwards a bit.

“Couldn't find them spots either, hm?” He teases, listening to the way her slick sounds against the slapping of his dick.

“N-noo, fuck! Oh my goodness, that's so good!”

“So good, you gon cum for me, baby?”

“Yess, don't stop!”

How many times did he make you cum?”

“Onnnce,” she ends on a hiss, eyelids too heavy to hold up anymore as the pleasure begins rushing up her toes.

“What a shame.” He says, smirking like she can see him.

Pounding into her a bit harder, she reaches back to grip his thigh, cursing up a storm as she wets up his lap.

Moving his other hand from her hip to her hair, he continues on, making her stomach knot back up.

“Ohmygo–fuck, fuckkk,”

“Cummin’, again?”

“Yes!”

“Wet that shit up,” he commands, smacking her ass again.

She'd lost count of how many times he made her cum, barely able to formulate a coherent thought at this point.

He had a point to prove and was past the point of driving it home. This was torture.

“C-can't take it!”

“Why not?”

“T-tooo much!”

“Too deep?” He taunts, dipping into her shallowly.

She whines at the difference, pushing back on him.

“Nooo!”

“Mhm, come on,” he moves her to straddle him, spreading his arms out on the back of the sofa, while she roams her hands up and down his massive chest.

He let her do her thing as she rocks her hips, sliding up and down with ease, due to how wet he had her.

She watched as his head fell back, his favorite curse word falling from his lips like a chant every time she came down, squeezing him on the way back up.

“Fuuuuck, sweet ass pussy…”

“You missed it, daddy?”

“Mmf,” his heavy hand comes down on her ass, “more than anything, baby.”

Turning her up, she begins bouncing, smirking at his tightening grip on her ass. The squelch of her juices echoes off the wall, along with his grunts.

Next thing she knew, she was holding onto his broad shoulders as he fucked her while standing up, rutting her up and down on his dick.

Her head lolls about like it's independent from her neck, her nails dig into his back as he rocks her absolute world.

“Fuck! Can't st-stop cumming!”

“Good,” he grunts, “don't you fucking stop,”

Their skin slaps roughly as he lifts her with ease, splitting her so deep and delicious, making her holler like she lacks all sense.

Her thighs are tightly wrapped around him, ankles loose and twisting at the intense pleasure rushing through her veins.

Her screams and howls of pleasure gradually fade into hoarseness, as he carts her off to his bed, where she's laid on her back, gagging as he fucks her face.

Heavy hands braced on her throat, he stares down at her teary eyes and winks.

“Can't forget that sweet mouth,” he groans, squeezing his knuckles against her skin.

She purrs back at him, slinking her hand between her legs, rubbing at her soaked slit.

“Look atcha,” he chuckles, smacking her ass, “rub that pussy while I bust all in this throat.”

Her fingers found a sinful rhythm, while he rutted away, digging his free hand into the sheets as he released.

“Mmmmm,” she moans at his taste, stroking him with her free hand, her tongue still swirling around his sensitive tip as her fingers slip through her slimy folds.

“Fuck, baby… shit,” he jerks, smacking her hand away as he steps back, shaking his head at her.

She flips over on her stomach, staring up at him. Still hungry for more.

"Definitely ain't done with that ass," he says with a laugh.

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[illuzion-z]

METHOD MAN Good Morning America (June 7, 2024)

[sageispunk]

are you ever gonna post the method man fics 😩

what's it gonna be? (18+)

pairing: Silas P. Silas x black!reader

↳ When two friends finally get a night alone...

wordcount: 2.5k+

warnings: this is all smut fr, fwb to lovers, daddy kink!!!, P in V sex, reader is referred to as "girl" "ma" "mama" "boo", squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! reader for a sec, light choking, hint at/mention of weed use, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, nipple play...lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: ask and you shall receive!! (sorry for the wait though, i've had this sitting unfinished for a min cause i didn't know if anyone actually wanted it LMAO) i hope u like it anon and anyone else, lmk how u feel in the comments!! pls like + reblog as well MWAH 🫶🏾

“Damn girl…” 

Silas groaned below you, with his big hands gripping your hips as you moved up and down his length. The two of you locked desperate eyes, communicating nothing but everything at the same time.

You needed this as much as he did, especially once that familiar green haze behind your eyes set in. You were on your feet, using the strength in your legs and knees to increase your pace on him. With each bounce you could feel him deep inside your belly, touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. 

You also couldn't figure out how his tall self managed to squeeze into your twin XL dorm bed, but you weren’t in any position to question it either. The room was dark, only illuminated by the dim screen of your television on the dresser, in addition to the red LED lights on the wall above you. Whichever tv show began when your movie went off went unnoticed, their conversations drowned out by the breathy pants escaping your lips. 

The lewd sounds filling up the room had you both in heaven. Beautiful brown bodies under that rouge coloring– moaning, grunting, smacking, and squishing. Like one of those early 2000s classic Ebony films–just nasty. You could only hope no one could hear from outside your door. 

You moved your hips up and down, taking him all the way down to the base each time, biting your lip with a debauched look on your face. You watched as Silas moaned, loud and needy and uncaring, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your confidence shot up through the roof, leading you to take a little more control. You held his jaw with your dominant hand, bringing your lips up to his earlobe and letting your mouth run off whatever popped into your head, not leaving a second to second guess yourself. 

“Does it feel good when I do it like that?”

With your soft, teasing voice in his ears, you squeezed your inner walls, slowing yourself a bit and ignoring that growing burn in your thighs. “You betta stop it, girl..” His voice came out grunted, rough. His fingers dug into your hips as he struggled to hold onto his nut, a deep moan vibrating through his chest. 

“What about when I do it like that? Hmm?”

You felt him nodding against your skin before his hips stuttered, kissing your spot perfectly for only  a split second. Your body jerked up, momentarily frozen around him as your vision went white. “Silas, FUCK, I’m–!!!”

“Yeahhh, let it out baby..” He murmured, a goofy, cocky grin spreading across his face. Even then, you could still tell that he was struggling to hold on, with your pussy pulsing,  nearly suffocating him like a goddamn boa constrictor. 

Silas kept his eyes on you, his focus wandering up and down, and back and forth, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to fixate on only one part of you. He loved your thighs–every time you’d wear this particular pair of biker shorts that defined each of your curves, he would have to mentally go elsewhere just to keep from bursting out his jeans.

Your breasts also held a special place in his heart, especially in those times where he’d seek you out for comfort, resting against the soft, cushiony headrest that your chest provided. Similarly, the softness of your tummy was something he could never turn down, he’d be touching on it every time you showed a little extra skin in a crop top or a backless dress.

As you slowed down to a stop on top of him, he let his hands wander. His left hand traveled up your side, slowly, taking in your beautiful map of scars and stretch marks on the way. Once his thick fingers reached your breasts, they traced around your mocha areolas before latching onto your hardened nipples. Silas rubbed and pinched lightly, alternating between teasing each as he watched the euphoric haze grow across your face. 

“Silas…” You still were sensitive from your sudden orgasm, slightly trembling from the aftershocks as he touched you. Nevertheless, that warmth and excitement began to flood your core once again, that hunger taking over your every thought. His hard dick throbbing eight inches deep inside your core didn't help either. But you needed more, you craved to see him, feel him come undone inside of you. 

You gasped as his right hand made its way to your throat, keeping your gaze steadily on his. The grip of his fingers on your skin had you feeling weak, and under his spell. And his voice, all deep and rough and dripping with desire.

“I gotchu mama, just tell me what you need..” Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in the glaze of sweat on his forehead, above his furrowed eyebrows, as well as the slight pout in his plump bottom lip. You wanted to bite it so bad. “Tell daddy what you need, baby, I gotta hear you.”

Silas repeating the nickname you accidentally gave him the first time you’d hooked up made your tummy flutter. You couldn’t believe it yourself when the word flew out your mouth, while you blurredly watched him take you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror in some frat party bathroom. From then he never let you forget it. He always made sure to remind you of his special status, without fail making you cum harder than anyone else ever had, every single time. 

“Cum in me, Si...please.” 

The plea fell from your lips as you lazily swirled your hips in his lap, enjoying the way his curved length rubbed deliciously against all your inner spots. Like you were made to fit one another. Your hands held onto his right arm as he continued to choke you, only slightly tightening his grip around your throat. The growing lack of air made you tense around his dick, whining and moaning out as he spoke. “You know if I cum in this pussy, that means it's mine, right?” 

Hearing those words with that thick New York accent while he was so deep in your belly nearly made you cum again. Leaning in, you nodded your response with your gaze fixed directly on his brown eyes.

A look of understanding flashed across Silas’ face for a second, before he released your throat, hand settling on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer. Your plush lips met his own as he swallowed down your moans, exploring your mouth with his hungry tongue.

You opened up, letting him take control of the nastiest kissing you’ve ever participated in–tongues dancing, spit swapping, lip sucking until both of your mouths were glistening. Sinful. 

Silas’ free hand squeezed your hip, grounding you on top of him as he began to slowly grind up into you. Your mouths separated but your faces remained close as he held the back of your neck. Silas watched your face contort while he deepened his stroke inside you, letting you feel every single inch in your stomach.

The only thing you could focus on was his mouth, and how much you wanted that bottom lip back in your mouth. Fuzziness took over your brain, your eyes tearing up from the agonizingly slow but deep pace he was set on. 

The moment was intimate, much more than it had been previously, closer and slower than all those other times Silas had you broken you down. For the past few weeks, you resorted to quickies on the bathroom counter if you were at a party, in either of your cars parked somewhere dark, you’d even let him finger you under the table in the library while you were supposed to be “studying”. And now, with your roommate gone for the weekend, you were finally able to have a nice, passionate moment in a bed. 

In a way, the rushed, adrenaline-filled aspect of all your previous entanglements in those less intimate settings kept you from taking a deeper look at your relationship with Silas. You were friends, albeit much, much closer than “normal” friends should be. You met in a shared biology lecture, after Silas showed up late–and high as hell–and the only seat left open was to your right. You eventually agreed to become study partners, and you didn’t mind when some of those late night study sessions in Silas’ dorm turned into heated smoke sessions, which further turned into nasty intoxicated confessions from you both. 

Silas propped his feet up, lifting his hips before flipping you both over. He placed his hands on the backs of your knees, pushing back and kneeling down to lick a slow, wide stripe up your glossy cunt. You cried out from the new stimulation, squirming in his grasp.

“You taste so mothafuckin’ good, girl..” He moaned against your pussy in appreciation, slurping up your juices and rhythmically sucking on your clit with those pretty ass lips of his. You were entranced, eyes stuck on the scene in front of you, wondering what good you had done in this world to deserve all the bliss flowing through your system.

You watched as he pulled back from your pussy, chin glistening in your essence. He spread your sticky lips apart with two big fingers, hungrily watching you clench and pulse around nothing. The ravenous look in his eyes as he stared at your pussy turned you on like no other. They met yours again, and he licked and bit on his lip, letting you know that he was craving more, just as you were.

Your eyes and mouth fell wide open when Silas let a string of warm spit fall directly onto your clit, both the sensation and the view filling you with an immense amount of pleasure. You could feel the electricity flowing from your pussy to your toes, and back up through your spine, a complete shock to your system.

He let your legs fall to the side, big, warm hands on your face as he leaned in, kissing you once more. The sounds of you both groaning into each other's mouths as you tasted yourself on his lips echoed throughout the room. Your hips grinded up against his, needing to feel his length on and in you again. He pulled away first, one of his hands coming down to pin your knee out to the side, setting you still in place. “You want me to cum in this pussy?” 

You nodded, almost too eagerly. There was nothing else on your mind but the vision of him leaking out of you, vanilla cream dripping down your lips, the perfect match for your coffee complexion.

“Use ya words, boo.” 

You reached up, manicured hands pulling his face to just a couple inches from your own. He watched, expectantly, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You could feel him now, twitching and leaking against your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “Cum in your pussy, Daddy.” 

With a curse under his breath, he sheathed himself inside of you in a quick movement, pausing once he filled you to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared into your eyes, mouth hung open like he’d never felt the warm, tight hug of your cunt around him before. His breath faltered, warm breath against your lips and vulnerability written across his face.

Your own breath was caught in your chest when he slid back, and then forced out when he pushed inside, gliding through your slick walls with ease. A wail escaped your lips as he punished your pussy, or at least that’s what it felt like he was doing. Reminding you of who he was. And reminding you of who you were. 

Your eyes clamped shut, toes curling and spine arching up off the bed more and more each time he touched your precious g-spot. Another orgasm began to build within your core, your body tightening up underneath him as you fiercely dug your teeth into your bottom lip.

Curses flew from your lips, broken and jumbled together, barely making any sense. You released his face, blindly allowing your hands to find his shoulders for support. Silas leaned down, moaning and groaning in your ear, filling you up with his dick before taking it all away, over and over and over again. 

“Daddyyy…fuck!!!” 

“Tell me it’s mine, baby, c’mon ma, I’m so fuckin’ close…” 

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and all your juices, creating the nastiest smacking sound each time he plunged inside. “It’s yours, I swear to god, it’s all yours baby, ohmyfuckinggoddd…”  You rambled off, barely even able to hear your own words. Your brain was much more focused on the ecstacy spreading through your entire body, making you tingle from your head to your toes. “I’m gonna cum, daddy, please don’t stop!!” 

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, gimme that shit!” He kept the pace strong, not letting up until you fell apart on his dick one final time, this time with your juices spraying and splashing between your bodies. Your tightness mixed with the sudden wetness of your squirt sent him over the edge, causing him to yell out as he finally released deep inside you. 

“Fuuuck!!” His hips twitched and stuttered as he emptied himself out, not daring to pull out while you were still grasping onto him from underneath.

You whimpered, your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as your nails dug into his shoulders, deep enough to leave a few red crescent-shaped marks. The feeling of his nut filling you gave you the warmest feeling in your tummy, satisfaction spreading through your mind, body, and soul.

The two of you rested for a moment, the sounds of your heavy breathing became your only focus. The audience laughter from the television was more noticeable now, but neither of you could care less. Silas let more of his weight fall on you, cradling you from above while you calmed down your breathing. You turned your face, tucking yourself into his neck and leaving a few soft kisses on the damp skin in appreciation. 

Silas softly chuckled when you teased him with your tongue against his collarbone, knowing you both were too tuckered out for another round just yet. He pulled out of you, slowly, hissing at the overstimulation on his sensitive length. Sitting back on his knees in between your legs, he watched in admiration as seed spilled from your swollen lips, giving him a perfect view of the most beautiful painting he’s ever laid his eyes on–better than anything he’s seen in the MET. 

Observing his mark on you–in you–was gratifying, a surge of endearment and devotion growing within his own core. “C’mere..” 

You obeyed, lazily allowing him to reposition you on top of his chest, your faces just centimeters apart. 

“Tell me somethin’ real quick...you meant it?” 

That vulnerable look was back, although he did try to hide it by avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on your slightly puffy lips, swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew it was more than just dirty sex talk–something had been growing between the two of you and it was undeniable at this point. 

“Every word.”

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[doyoulikethissong-poll]

B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J and Busta Rhymes - Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem) 1997

"Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)" is a single performed by B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J, and Busta Rhymes from the soundtrack to the 1996 live-action/animated hybrid sports comedy film Space Jam, starring Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny. The single reached number 1 in Norway, number 4 in the Netherlands, number 8 in the UK and Ireland, number 10 in Sweden, and number 50 US R&B Airplay. The soundtrack peaked at number 2 on the US Billboard 200, and in 2001, it was certified 6× platinum. The video, directed by Hype Williams, was aired constantly on MTV Europe. The rappers wears the Monstars' jerseys from the movie.

"Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)" received a total of 62,2% yes votes! Previous polls featuring LL Cool J and Coolio: #243 "Hey Lover", #414 "Gangsta's Paradise".

[warhead]

[theblvcksupreme]

The fangs of Method Man

[dcminions]

METHOD MAN

[notapradagurl7]

Finally, Better.

Divorced!Black!OC x Clifford Smith/Method Man. (present-day)

Summary: Cori is a single mother of two, a 7-year-old daughter and a 4-year-old son, who seeks a change in her life due to her struggles with weight after her divorce. Encouraged by friends, she joins a gym and meets a trainer named Cliff, known for his effectiveness. As they work out together, Cori and Cliff develop feelings for each other, despite Cliff's initial stance on dating clients. Eventually, he asks her out, and after a successful date, they become intimate. A few months later, Cori gives birth to a baby girl.

Warnings: heavy dirty talk, fluff, heavy smut, divorced!reader, use of AAVE, both horny, praise, consensual intimacy, cursing, oral(fem reciving) size kink, creampie, spanking, rough sex

(Requested by duhitzkayla

A/N: here you go! Hope you enjoyed it, I have missed writing about this fine man, ugh😩😭 Don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! ❤️🫡

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Being a divorced single mom with a 7-year-old daughter and a 4-year-old son wasn't for the faint of heart, but Cori continued to not let anything get her down, she kept a lucrative career that kept the bills, mortgage, and car bills, everything all at once paid in her one story home.

Her ex-husband was exhausting with his rabbit-ass mind, the fights about everything weren't worth it. His need to be in control.

That morning, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the cozy atmosphere of Brown Sugar, a charming café run by local Black owners.

Cori sat at a rustic wooden table with her friends, Melanie and Shania, their laughter mingling with the soft murmur of conversation around them.

As they savored rich brown cups of dark roast and indulged in an assortment of delectable pastries, a lingering worry tugged at Cori’s thoughts—her baby weight.

Each sip of her steaming latte was accompanied by a rush of guilt as she couldn’t but compare her postpartum body to the easy confidence of her friends.

They exchanged concerned looks between each other and then back at their bestie.

“Are you okay?”Shania asked, her face softened gently, placing her cup down.

Cori shook her head, “No, I've got this baby weight on me but I know it’s time for a change,” She replied with confidence.

“That’s the spirit Cori! You’re not alone in this either, Mel and I had the same baby weight after our little ones,” Shaina explained with a promising tone.

Melanie agreed with a nod of confidence, wiping the stain from her plump lips, and the corners of her mouth.

“She’s right and we found the perfect gym and the right trainer, the gym is called Gym Haven, and be sure to ask for that fine trainer named Cliff, whew! He got us right!” Melanie exclaimed with a giggle.

Cori listened intently from their words, and decided to go tomorrow morning to meet her trainer, so much was ahead.

The sweet flavors danced on her tongue, yet the shadow of self-doubt loomed in her mind.

Cori arrived at Gym Haven the next morning, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. As she stepped inside, the sound of weights clanking and the rhythm of upbeat music. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of her goals.

Walking toward the front desk with the beautiful brown-skinned woman, her smile right on cue once Cori appeared.

“Hello, welcome to Gym Haven, you’re Cori right? From the phone call?” She asked her.

“Yeah, that's me, I called in for training sessions with Cliff yesterday,” Cori replied, smiling back.

The woman nodded with a grin, “Yes, he is heading your way right now!”

You nodded, and turned around to see the man.

“What’s up? You must be Cori,” a deep, smooth voice called out. Cori looked up to see a tall, muscular man with a confident smile approaching her. His skin glistened slightly from his workout, and his dark hair cut in a taper fade.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“I’m Cliff,” he said, extending his hand. “I’ll be your trainer. Ready to get started?”

“Definitely,” she replied, shaking his hand.

“Good to hear. Let’s see what you’re working with,” Cliff said playfully, leading her to the workout area.

“Don’t worry, I’ll push you, but I’ll also make sure you’re having fun.”

As they began to lift weights, do squats, run miles on the track, sweat fell from their bodies. Cliff kept her motivated in the best way, each one kept the weight off but still she needed this.

She gently got off the treadmill, and Cliff passed her the water bottle, as she took long sip and a few gulps of it and he did the same. They began to look at each other with a light chuckles.

“So, what do you do when you’re not training clients like me?” Cori asked, catching her breath.

“I’m usually here at the gym or spending time with my family. I’ve got an eight-year-old daughter, so it’s a lot of running around,” he replied, his eyes lighting up.

“Same here! My kids keep me on my toes,” she chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

Hours passed in what felt like minutes, and as they wrapped up, Cliff handed Cori a towel, their fingers brushing against each other. “You did great today. I think we could make a real team.”

“Thanks, Cliff. I appreciate that,” she smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through her.

“Actually, I was thinking… how about we grab a smoothie after this? You know, to celebrate your first day?” Cliff suggested, his gaze intense as he waited for her answer.

Cori bit her lip, contemplating. “I’d like that,” she replied, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

They headed to a nearby smoothie bar, you settled for a strawberry banana smoothie while he went an energy smoothie that was still filled with fruit.

The two of them sat across from each other at the table, and began to discuss other things. work, their kids and life in general.

“I finally had a day off for myself today, no work, the kids are staying with their grandmother and my ex was crazy too,”

Cori didn't mean to blurt it out so quickly, she didn't know this man enough to tell her business. Ugh, why did I tell him that? Cori thought to herself.

“I'm sorry,”

Cliff shakes his head in empathy, “Nah, you're good, I understand completely,” he knew exactly what she is telling him. His divorce wasn't a walk in the park either, he felt your pain.

“It’s tough, Trying to balance everything, especially after a split,” he said softly.

Cori nodded, the weight of her experiences surfacing as she spoke. “It really is. Some days, it feels like I’m just trying to keep my head above water with the kids and work. And then there’s this pressure to get back to how I used to be,”

“Girl, let me tell you, you’re beautiful just as you are,” Cliff brought up, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“It’s not about fitting into a mold; it’s about feeling good in your skin. And you’re doing that.” he went on to say.

Cori felt her cheeks heat up, “Thanks, Cliff,”

Honestly she felt good about making this change, working out and meeting this man. Her friends were definitely right about this place and Cliff.

Maybe getting back into the dating pool wouldn't be bad, nope you just this man, don't rush it.

“Honestly, I'm ready for another workout session,” you replied back.

After more and more workouts, you leave the gym satisfied with your progress, so far, so good on your part. But that man was fine as hell though, thankfully you signed up for the 30-day training session with Cliff.

Over the following weeks, their workouts more progress for you.

Once you were done with your workout session, you approached Cliff who gave you a fresh towel. Wiping your forehead clean while panting.

“Damn, today was intense,” you laughed, leaning against the wall to catch your breath.

Cliff stood by the machine, panting heavily, and nodded in agreement. “You did amazing, Cori. I can see you’re really pushing yourself,” he said, his deep yet raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Thanks, I feel like I’m finally getting back to myself,” you admitted, glancing up into his eyes.

“You know, it’s not just about the physical—it's about the mental too,” Cliff said, his tone shifting to something more serious.

“That's true, I see it in myself every day, I come here,” You replied back, drinking your water.

“Absolutely. I see it in you every day, I'm sure that your kids see it in you as well,” he replied, taking a step back to let you breathe.

You smiled, the thought of your children looking up to you filling you with pride. “I know so. They’re my little motivators.”

“Then let’s keep them inspired,” Cliff said, grinning. “You’ve got this, and I’m here to help.”

As you come by, the bond between the two of you grows stronger. You shared jokes, laughter and stories.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session, you both collapsed onto the gym floor, breathless and laughing.

“Okay, I think I’m officially the walking dead,” you joked, lying back, your box braids splayed out around you.

Cliff chuckled, lying next to you. “Nah, you’re just giving your muscles some love before we hit the next round.”

“Right, right! All part of the master plan,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

In that moment, silence enveloped you both, and you could feel the tension shifting. You turned your head to look at him, and he was already looking back at you.

“Cori…” he started, his voice low. “I know I said I don’t date clients, but…”

Your heart raced at his words. “But?”

“I can’t help but feel something between us. It’s more than just training,” he confessed, his gaze steady.

You bit your lip, contemplating your response. “I feel it too, Cliff. But I don’t want to rush anything. I’m just getting back into dating, and I have my kids to think about.”

“Trust me, I get it. I have my daughter to think about too,” he replied, his expression softening. “But I think we should explore this…us.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “Okay, let’s take it slow. but I’d like to see where this goes.”

“Slow and steady wins the race,” he said, flashing you that charming smile that made your heart flutter.

After that conversation, things shifted in the gym.

One evening, after a workout session, you both decided to grab some dinner. As you sat across from him at a cozy restaurant, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” Cliff asked, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table.

“I love to cook. It’s my way of unwinding after a long day with the kids,” you replied, your eyes lighting up at the thought. “What about you?”

“I love to cook too. I love going to kitchen and discovering new foods that I can whip up from scratch,” he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Great minds think alike,”

One night, after they’d finished a particularly intense workout, Cliff invited Cori back to his place to unwind as they settled onto his plush red couch.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Sure, but I might just end up watching you,” Cori teased, her heart racing as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

Cliff chuckled, his gaze intense as he met her eyes. “I hope you like what you see.”

As the movie played in the background, deciding for a scary movie as you pointed out the obvious to the actors to not go inside the attic. He chuckled with you and agreed.

Cori’s breath hitched as Cliff leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh, igniting a fire within her.

“Cori…” he murmured, his voice deep with desire. “Can I kiss you?”

Her heart raced as she nodded, and in an instant, his lips were on hers, all the yearning, pent-up lust to let out on each other, deepening the kiss.

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

Their clothes were gently taken off, and tossed across the floor. Their bodies gently plopped onto her bed, and the couple kissed again.

Cliff gently pulled her legs apart, making her breath hitch before kissing him again. He pushed his manhood inside, and she moaned wildly at the feeling of him. He filled her up completely.

“Fuck..you feel so good, move,” she groaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets as she felt him going in and out at a rough pace.

Cliff pulled back, looking down at her with a smirk. “You like that?” His hips rolling into her, thrusts wild and sloppy, her wetness covering his dick after every stroke. Her wild moans filling the room around them, her nails scratched his back.

The bed creaked underneath once Cliff kept thrusting hard with no mercy, all she could was scream out his name, “Y-yes! Cliff…fuck!” she whimpered, his thumbs dug deep into her hips, leaving bruises on her melanated skin, watching her bounce.

He was bullying his dick to fit every inch in her pussy, slamming into her g-spot. His hand grabs his lover by the jaw, forcing her to look in his eyes, he brought her over the edge, pleasure flowed through. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groaned, so close yet so good for both of you.

Wetness spilling all over his dick with fervor, “I love how you take every inch, how does it feel?” Cliff trailed off with a groan, forcefully thrusting fastly and caused a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure to make you moan loudly, “So…good! Shit!” and your walls to clenched tighter.

On verge of a release, knots tightening in her stomach. Her body felt so hot and coated in sweat, “Mine…” you gasped, moving her hips, your teeth sink deep into his sink, marking the male as yours, he hissed.

Before she could say anything, Serenity were already cumming around his dick. Screaming out in pleasure as Cliff spilled his release inside you making him groan, “I'm so proud of you,” he praised before kissing her forehead, feeling of your essence spill out.

He pulled out immediately before taking off the comdom and tied the ends, They were both breathless when they finally pulled away, their bodies tangled together.

She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "I feel better, thank you" she thanked her boyfriend, her thumbs caressing his cheeks.

He grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling. "No problem, I'm always to help." he replied, before kissing her again. Tracing lazy circles on her thighs.

Once that was done, Cliff pulled his sweatpants and scooped her up in his arms. Running her hot bath, as she washed herself up clean.

Getting dressed in her pajamas while he took a shower before he leaned forward from the bathroom, “Did you bite me?” he asked with his brows furrowing.

“Yeah, I did. I was trying to match the energy,” Cori chuckled, as she applied lotion to herself.

“You’re good, you were like a damn vampire, I like it,”

After months later of dating Clifford, she began to feel nauseous and threw up in the toilet, she went to the doctor and Clifford drove Cori, turns out she was pregnant with a baby girl.

Once that sank in, you left the doctor with Clifford and arrived back at her home with him. Both of them sitting on the couch.

“You okay baby?” Clifford asked in concern, his hand gently rubbing her stomach in circles.

Cori glanced back at him, exhaling. “We have a baby together, but do you still want to be with me and my kids? Our baby girl?” She asked him, wiping her tears away.

Clifford’s face softened, filled with love and understanding. He was going to be with Cori.

He reached across the couch, taking her hands in his, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. “Of course I do, Cori. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You and your kids… they mean everything to me,” he said earnestly, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

Cori felt a wave of relief wash over her; the weight of uncertainty that had been pressing down on her chest began to lift. “I just want to make sure we’re doing this right,” she admitted, biting her lip.

Cliff nodded, his expression serious. “I get it. But I’m committed to you, to us. I want to be there for you and the kids, through everything. I want to be a family.”

His words warmed her heart, and she found herself smiling through her tears. “You mean that?”

“More than anything, I'm all in, I don't plan on stopping either,” he replied, leaning closer to her.

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence, the reality of their future slowly settling in.

“Do you think the kids will be okay with this?” Cori asked, breaking the silence.

Cliff chuckled softly, “They’ll love having me around. And besides, I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve to win them over,” he replied with a playful grin. “I can cook, remember?”

Cori laughed, feeling the stress ease. “Yeah, I remember. They’re going to love that.”

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The Strangers part 2

Part 1

Warnings: MDNI (18+), choking, tiny bit of sensory deprivation, gets a little nasty

first smut scene. please excuse any errors or mistakes. feel free to leave feedback🤍

divider by @strangergraphics

Staring up at them you plead “Please just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

“Now why would we do that when everything worked out?” Erik asks. “Us finding this house…you being here. Tonight couldn’t get any better baby girl” he smirks.

“My boyfriend is on his way and will be here soon! You won’t get away with this”

“Now mama why lie” Terry frowns. “We haven’t been anything but nice and you lie…looks like we need to teach you some manners” he says.

Gazing into the mirror in front of you, you watch as he walks behind you. His rough hands gripped your ass, slowly massaging the fat. Staring in the mirror he locked eyes with you.

“Here are the rules” he says as he trails his fingers to your pussy. “The only names you are to call us are Daddy or Sir” he says running his fingers up and down your lips before teasing your hole. “If you disobey you will be punished” he says before snatching your thong off causing you to gasp, the fabric falling to the floor.

“Do you understand?” Damon questions stroking your cheek.

“Fuck you” you glare at him making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry you will soon” he winks.

You're cut off by the sound of a loud crack erupting throughout the room, and the stinging sensation on your ass. You squeal as you look back to the mirror. Terry now had a flogger in hand, his shirt was off, pants hanging off his hips.

“Why can’t you be nice and listen Y/N?” Terry asks slowly pacing behind you.

“Since you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut let’s teach you how to use it” Damon says standing in front of you. Grabbing his dick at the base he taps it on your cheek before pushing in your mouth. Instantly you gag a rush of saliva running out of your mouth and down your chin making Damon pull out. The flogger pops your ass again making your body jerk forward.

“Come on mama you can do better than that” Terry says from behind you. Damon slides himself back in your mouth until his tip kisses the back of your throat. You look up at him with tears welling in your eyes, spit bubbling from the sides of your mouth. He groans as he pauses, savoring the feeling of your throat closing around him. Pulling out again you cough as he lets you catch your breath for a few seconds. He pushes back in quickly fucking your throat as loud gawks filled the room. As you were focused on throating his dick, the flogger continued to crash against your ass making you moan around him. Your clit throbbed as you were loving the feeling of his dick deep down your throat and the flogger spanking you. Low deep grunts left Damon’s throat as you felt him throb in your mouth, you could tell he was going to cum. Thrusting one final time his dick pushing as far as it could, your nose pressed against him, his nut spills down your throat as he moans loudly.

“Good fuckin’ girl” he groaned reaching behind you to smack your ass.

Slowly pulling out, he bobbed your head a few last times before pulling your lips off of him with a pop. He bends down kissing your wet mouth, loud smacks filling the air.

They cut the ropes that held you up letting your feet hit the floor. Erik takes the knife from Terry running it across your chest. In one quick motion he slices the front of your shirt leaving you completely naked. Standing around you their hands roamed your body, gripping your breast, twisting your nipples between their fingers, hands falling between your legs rubbing your lips. Erik lifts you up kissing your body until you are sitting on his shoulders, his hands gripping the cuff of your ass to keep you steady. Sticking out his tongue he licks a stripe up your heat, low moans leaving your lips. His movements were precise. A kiss here. A bite there. Flattening his tongue, he darts in and out of you at a quick pace. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The tightness in your lower stomach building, as you clenched your thighs around him.

“Daddy pleaseee! Please let me come!” you plead.

“Not yet hold that shit” he says, sucking your clit back in his mouth.

You rolled your body towards him pushing your pussy further into his mouth chasing your release. The feeling in your stomach finally bubbling over as you came hard in his mouth. You moaned loudly as your legs shook your hands gripping his head.

The room falls silent as Erik walks you to the bed dropping you down. You are flipped onto your stomach as your ass is lifted into the air, your face resting on the pillow beneath you. Your arms are pulled under you as your hands and ankles are locked in a spreader and a blind fold placed over your eyes. You're pulled to the edge of the bed as you feel the bed dip behind you.

“We’re going to try this again since you can’t follow directions” he says behind you. His big hands massage your lower body, running over your hips and gripping your waist. His fingers rub up and down your slit, spreading your wetness all around your pussy. His fingers dipping in and out of you. Suddenly his dick pushes into you causing you to moan out.

“You feel so good gripping my dick baby” he mutters. Hands gripping your waist, he fucks you at a fast pace, hips colliding against your ass. The feeling in your stomach returning as your walls squeezed around him. He knew you were going to cum soon.

“Aww you want to cum baby?” he asks, gripping the back of your neck as he continues to slam into you. You continue to moan, completely disregarding his question as you focused on not cumming. You felt a hand on the back of your head pulling your hair causing you to tilt your head back.

“Didn’t I ask you a fuckin question? Use. Your. Words” he says slamming his dick into you after every word.

“I’m going to cum! Can I please cum daddy?” you choke out.

Pulling out he jerked his dick, his cum painting your ass. The feeling of your orgasm fading away as you whined.

“Maybe next time Princess” he chuckles smacking your ass.

Terry unlocked you removing the blindfold as you are now placed on your back. Your knees are brought to your chest, rope tied around your thighs and connected to the bed keeping you spread open. Terry lays between your thighs running his hands up and down your body before placing a firm hand on your hip. Grabbing his dick he rubs the tip between your folds as he slowly slides in making your mouth fall open. Staring in your eyes he watched you closely, watching as your eyes rolled back. With his free hand he mildly slaps your cheek making your eyes pop open.

“Keep your eyes on me” he mutters.

A “Yes sir” leaving your lips.

Slow stroke after slow stroke, thrust after thrust, he moved his hips slowly fucking into you, eyes never leaving yours. You were lost in the feeling, completely losing yourself. It was like your body was a stone that they were chiseling away at one by one trying to break you down to make the perfect statue. They were trying to break you, make you beg, make you fall apart so they could put you back together.

Biting his bottom lip he leans forward ghosting his lips over yours as you stare up at him. “This my pussy mama?”. Low whimpers and moans left your lips. Unable to form words all you could do was nod your head as you focused on the feeling of his dick massaging your walls. Slowly pulling out he slams his dick inside of you making you scream out “FUCKKKK”.

“Yess daddy! Yes I’m sorryyy!” you cry out. Your hands pressing against his stomach trying to get him to slow down. “Move your fucking hands now” he grits out. “Thought you were a big girl, thought you could take it hmm?” he questioned. “Make me nut, make daddy nut all in this pussy” he grunts as his dick repeatedly knocks against your spot.

Moving your hips toward him you start to fuck him back. His body smacking against your thighs loudly.

The sounds coming from the room were pornographic.

His thrust started to become sloppy as his body jerked, his dick pulsing inside of you, making you squeeze around him. Burying his face in your neck loud grunts and moans flowed out as he nuts deep inside of you.

A low “Fuck” leaving his lips as his thick cum shoots inside of you triggering your release, your cum coating his dick. Kissing your neck his lips trailing up the side of your face as he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away.

Breathing heavily you lay back closing your eyes, a content smile plastered on your face. A kiss is placed on your forehead trailing down your neck making you open your eyes smiling. Damon was face to face with you, but he had the mask back on.

“Damon what are you doing?” you ask as you try to sit up, making him pull out the knife he was hiding behind him.

“Mama did you really think we could let you go? You know what we look like” Terry says coming from behind him.

“And we can’t afford to get caught babygirl, just know you were my favorite tho” Erik winked.

Damon plunged the knife into your stomach making your body jolt. Looking up into his eyes you could see nothing but excitement. You try to push at his hands as he tilts his head coming close to your ear “I waited for this moment all night” he whispers. Blood pours out of your mouth as he pushes the knife in deeper. Tears rolled down your face as you stare at him, blinking slowly. He watched as life left your eyes and your body slumped beneath him. Standing up he looks at Erik and Terry as they place their masks back on and they all walk out of the room.

“AND THAT'S A WRAP” the director yells as everyone on set starts clapping.

Sitting up you smile as you are uncuffed and helped up. The crew escorts you to your dressing room to get cleaned up.

As you were sitting in the chair to your vanity you heard a knock on the door. The boys entered the room as everyone else left out to let you all talk.

“You guys were AMAZING” you squeal embracing them in a group hug.

“You did so good babygirl” Erik says smiling down at you.

“Yeah you did so good mama, but uhh I think we need some help” Terry says as you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I think there’s a few scenes that we need to redo” Damon smirks, grabbing your ass.

Biting your lip you smirk, you had a long night ahead of you.

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