#what if i jump in front of a train flo? what then bitch??

[clowningcrows]

the transmasc feeling of downloading a period tracking app bc i’m sick of being fucking surprised and it opens with pink and flowers and brands itself as the “#1 female ob-gyn recommended app” 🙃🔫

[blackmissfrizzle]

Playing Games

Summary: The reader uses her best seduction techniques on her man.

Pairing: black!reader x Florian Munteanu

Warnings: Smut and creepy dudes 

A/N: Based on this video of Florian admiring some food. 

It was all fun and games until you had to pay up. For his next big fight, Flo had sworn off sex and sweets. At first you thought you could manage and be the supportive girlfriend, but your libido and taste buds were saying, “Hell no!”

Florian said you didn’t have to give up sweets with him, but he wouldn’t budge on the no sex. He wanted to pent up all his energy for his opponent who kept talking shit.

Unfortunately, you only lasted a couple of weeks before the sex ban was getting to you and making you petty. First, Flo thought it was cute how you would flaunt and brag about the delicious goodies you were eating. It wasn’t the first time he gave them up and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but now you were starting to get disrespectful.

It all started when you saw his instastory of him at his favorite bakery, admiring all of the baked goods he couldn’t have, when an evil idea popped into your head.

Florian was frustrated. He hasn’t had any sweets, alcohol, hookah, and most importantly sex in weeks. Also, his opponent up’d his trash talking by talking about how Florian couldn’t handle all the ass you had, and he probably wasn’t dicking you down properly. Never had he ever wanted to beat the living shit out of someone before.

Right now, he needed a reprieve. All he wanted to do was shower, eat dinner, cuddle up with his girl and watch a movie. But once he stepped into the kitchen, he knew he wasn’t laying one finger on you.

When he entered the kitchen, he was greeted to the lovely but torturing sight of you eating a cake from his favorite bakery, dancing in your lacy black and red lingerie set.

Tucking his hands inside the pockets of his gym shorts to keep from reaching out to you, he tried his best to keep his face expressionless as you started to moan at the decadence of the dessert, knowing he was watching you intently.

“Like what you see Mr. Munteanu?” You teased before licking excess icing from your lip.

“Not particularly.” Flo smirked, pushing off the doorway, leaving you in the kitchen pouting.

You followed him up the stairs, admiring his broad back and reminiscing the good times when you used to claw at it.

He turned back at you, raised an eyebrow at you following him and then proceeded to your room. Flo dropped his gym bag with a loud thump and immediately began stripping.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, cris crossed applesauce, you enjoyed the show.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N and it’s not gonna work.”

“Whatever do you mean?” You played coy, your voice going a tinge higher, eyelashes fluttering.

Florian leaned on the bed towards you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, no longer able to resist you. “I’m frustrated too, baby. But you can’t try to seduce me into sex. Now put on some clothes.”

Jumping from the bed, you stood in front of the giant, trying your best to intimidate him. Florian was the first man to make you feel small, which was hard to do. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t?”

Clenching his fists, Florian did his best not to wrap his hand around your throat because he knew that’s what you wanted. So instead, he glared at you like one of his opponents in the ring and brought his face dangerously close to your face. “Keep on, princess and you won’t walk for a week once this match is over.”

Your dumbass should’ve listened, but you didn’t. Knowing you had to no immediate consequences made you act a fool. Your loungewear got skimper and skimper with each day closer to the fight.

Flo almost got your ass after a night out with your girls, that time wasn’t your fault, but you knew he wanted to out that sexual frustration to use.

Arielle wanted to go out because she just broke up with her trifling ass ex, everyone else was stressed from work, and you were just sexually frustrated. So, naturally alcohol and some ass shaking were in need.

You and the girls were twerking and shouting a bunch of ‘ayyy’, ‘yasss’ and ‘get it, bitch’ when you heard, “Damn I bet Florian don’t know what to with that fatty.”

Whipping your head around you saw that it was Bryan ‘Steelo’ Henderson, the other boxer Flo was fighting, creepily leering at your ass. “Boy, go on somewhere and don’t worry about me and my man. Worry about your upcoming loss,” you eyed him up and down before flipping your hair and dismissing him.

“Nah, your man thinks he’s hot shit cuz he was in one movie, but he ain’t laying a hand on me. I’m knocking him out and then I’ll give you some of this daddy dick and show you how a real man fucks.” Steelo gripped your arm to turn you to him and on instinct you threw your drink in his face.

“Nigga, who the fuck you think you talking to like that?” You were heated and was ready to fuck this Godzilla looking motherfucker, but you weren’t trying to catch a case, so you stuck to cussing his ass out.

The constant buzzing of his phone pulled Florian out of his conversation with Masias. He thought it was Y/N’s friends alerting him that she was drunk, acting a fool and that he needed to come get her.

Instead people were ating him in a live Instagram video of you pointing your fingers in Steelo’s face, arguing with him.

Him his crew hurriedly paid for their unfinished dinner and rushed off to the nearby club. During the whole ride couldn’t stop watching the live and its comments.

Damn, it looks like she about to swing on this nigga.

Florian now you really got to beat his ass now.

Shittttt, I don’t blame my man Steelo shooting his shot. Do you see that wagon????

Oh, I’m buying the fight now. Shit’s about to be WWIII!

“You good, bro” Masias asked from the front, noticing Florian’s leg bounce up and down.

“Yeah. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once I see him. I’m kinda hoping Y/N gets to him first.” Flo admitted, without looking up from his phone.

A small smile formed on his lips as he watched you argue with Steelo. He knew you weren’t too far away from hitting him. You were a recreational boxer with a short temper and quick hands. If Steelo wasn’t careful he would be catching a quick fade.

When the car pulled up to the curb, Flo jumped out of the car before it could completely stop. Entering the club, he saw everyone circle around Y/N and Steelo filming the entire encounter.

The club got quiet after a girl yelled, “Hey, Big Nasty is here! Shit is about to pop off!”

After hearing the girl, you smiled at your man pushing his way through the crowd. Him in his SAMCRO hoodie and gold chain made you forget about Steelo and ready to jump his bones.

Once you were within arm’s reach, he gently shoved you behind and stood toe to toe with Steelo. “That’s the last time you put hands on my girlfriend, do you understand?”

Steelo rolled his shoulders as if he was preparing for a fight and pointed a finger at you. “You need to teach your bitch some manners and if you can’t I’ll volunteer to do so.”

Simultaneously, both of you crooked your heads to the side, trying to figure out if this fucker really said what you thought he said. Florian was quicker on the uptake, but you were right behind him and were able to grab his wrist before his fist went flying towards Steelo’s face.

With the strength of an Amazonian goddess, you pulled Flo away and out of the club. Meanwhile, Steelo kept running his mouth, “Yeah run off like a little bitch! I’ll have your ass knocked out in the first round.”

On the ride back home, Florian said nothing, but he held your hand in his, silently letting you know he wasn’t mad at you.

As soon as you were through the threshold of your home, Flo was on you. He ripped your dress down the middle and didn’t look the least bit sorry.

All he kept murmuring was he needed a little taste as he stripped you down, but his trainer had called to check on him fucking ruining your chance at some type of sex with Flo.

From that night on Flo slept in the guest room to resist temptation and your seduction. He wouldn’t even budge when he heard you loudly moan while touching yourself. All Florian knew was that as soon as the fight was over, he was gonna have his way with you.

Florian’s ban worked it’s magic because Steelo was ko’d within the first minute. That’s what that motherfucker gets for talking all that shit.

Karma was a bitch and just like Steelo, you knew you had to pay up. With the adrenaline from the fight pumping and all his pent-up sexual frustration, Flo was keeping his answer short in the post fight interview. Usually, he was friendly during those, but you could tell he was itching to get to you.

Looking down at your pussy, you patted her and gave her a pep talk. “Okay, girl we’re in it for the long haul. This is what we trained for. Get ready because Daddy isn’t gonna take it easy on us for the next couple of days. Thank God I took a vacation from work!”

“Bitch, I know you not talking to your coochie,” Arielle interrupted you.

“Hell yeah, I am! I’m debating should I be praying that I’ll still have my walls after tonight. Florian is about to wreck my shit! Oh, imma die,” you panicked. Teasing Florian was fun until you remembered it would catch up to you eventually.

Arielle laughed at you and gently pushed your shoulder. “I told you stop playing with that man like that. Now I gotta speak at your funeral and say, ‘Here lies my best friend because the dick was too bomb.’”

You glared at Arielle about to cuss her out when you saw him. Everyone was moving out of his way and exiting the room, because they could sense some shit was about to go down.

Noticing your eyes change from annoyance to fear and anticipation, Arielle turned around to see Florian making his way to you. She turned back at you and smiled before she followed everyone else out. “Good fight, Flo. See ya’ll later or never,” she mumbled the last part.

“Thanks,” he grunted, watching Arielle walk out.

Running to meet your man halfway you jumped into his arms. Even though you knew he was about to ruin you, you still had to congratulate your man. “Baby, I’m so proud of you! All your hard work paid off.” You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck and kissed alongside it.

Flo said nothing, he just backed you into the wall and bunched up your dress around your waist. Steadying one hand around your waist, the other went to your dripping core. “No panties, tonight?” Flo ticked his head to the side. “Huh, I guess you knew Daddy needed easy access tonight.”

Pulling his shorts down, his dick sprang free, bobbing up and down against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, its been so long since you saw it and you wanted it in your mouth. Clutching to your boyfriend, you begged him, “Please let me suck it, Daddy.”

Florian moaned at the sound of you begging and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill your needs, but he was under a time constraint. “Not now, baby. When we have more time you can, but right now I’m about to pound my pussy and it has to be quick. That okay with you?”

Shaking your head yes, Florian kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he savagely thrusted into you. Both of you broke the kiss once he started getting into his rhythm. “Fuck, I miss this pussy. Daddy’s so sorry for neglecting you.”

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, already wanting to cum, not even ten strokes in.

“Not yet,” Flo gripped your chin to get you to look at him. “I hope you got all your rest earlier, because I’m fucking this pussy all night long and getting you pregnant tonight.”

Florian was digging in your pussy so well; you didn’t care about the wall scratching up your back. And to get back at him for making you feel so good, you tighten your walls around his dick.

“You naughty little girl,” Flo grunted, wrapping his hand around your throat. He started thrusting into wildly until he stilled, shooting his load into you. Before you could cum, he pulled himself out, fixed your dress, and tucked himself into his shorts.

Standing there shell-shocked, you were surprised Flo didn’t take care of you. He chuckled at your expression and pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “What? You thought I let you get off easy? Baby, you should’ve known not to play such dangerous games. Now make sure, you don’t let go a drop of my cum while I take my shower. Then, I’ll fulfill my obligation for my appearance at the club and then I’ll fill my baby for the rest of the night.”

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead before heading to the shower, leaving you there contemplating if all your little games worth it. You smiled to yourself and thought, Hell yeah, I’m about to get the best dick of my life. Game on, Mr. Munteanu.

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[beezebubfics]

Nowhere Left To Run - Pt.26

Hey hey hey, look who’s here with another update ~o~

uuuuuugggghhhhh this week has been a bitch. So much to do for a project to present next week and soooooooooo much stress...

Anyway, have a good day/night wherever you are!

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Beca stood outside the guestroom, looking at the door in front of her. She wasn't really sure why she'd come here, why she felt like she needed to be here just because Chloe asked her. Taking a deep breath in, she finally knocked on the door, hearing a muffled 'Come in!' from inside before opening the door.

The room was dark, with a low light coming from the side of the bed, which Beca realized it was a little lamp. “Uhm... hi.”

“Hi“ Came Chloe’s soft response, the girl tucked into the bed covers. “Are you just gonna stand there?” The redhead motioned to the empty space at the foot of her but Beca didn’t move. "C'mon... Are you afraid?"

Beca could see a little smirk on Chloe's face and rolled her eyes, approaching the bed. "Of you? Yeah, right..." she scoffed and sat there, looking at the little lamp "You seem like you wouldn't harm a single fly."

"Well, you're not wrong... but I'm not defenseless"

"Right. Let's not forget that I brought you here a few days ago and you didn't do much to get away"

"You kidnapped me!"

"Eh, potato, potahto" Beca shrugged

"You caught me by surprise!"

"Dude, if you can only defend yourself when you know it's coming then you're screwed!" Beca watched as Chloe fell silent, fidgeting with the Witchlight on her hands "If we're gonna keep this mission going you're gonna have to get self defense lessons. Things might get dangerous"

"Yeah, I know. Aubrey's gonna teach me"

"Uh.. I was gonna offer to do that, but whatever.."

Both became silent, Beca feeling a little awkward for thinking that maybe the redhead would want to train with her.

"Oh, here" Chloe reached out her hand with the Witchlight on it "Before I forget to give it back"

Beca reluctantly took it, the stone almost instantly lighting up the room at the Shadowhunter's touch. Beca took that moment to look at Chloe, now in a brighter light. The redhead's eyes were bloodshot, tear stains on her cheeks. Chloe had been crying.

She caught bright blue eyes staring right into hers and Beca felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment, but couldn't find the will to turn her gaze away.

Chloe did instead and cleared her throat as Beca snapped out of and it put the Witchlight in her pocket, turning the room dark again.

“So, what am I doing here exactly?” Beca asked, sitting more comfortably on the bed.

“I thought that maybe we could talk. Y’know, since we’re working together and all... It’s better to get to now each other a little better, don’t you think?“

“Not necessarily“ Beca answered in a slightly cold tone that made Chloe’s heart ache a bit, but then the brunette softened, letting out a heavy sigh. “But okay, I guess we could talk...“

“Okay! Sooo, do you have any siblings?“ Chloe asked with a big smile and Beca raised an eyebrow.

“Why is that important?“

“Uh, I don’t know. Just wanna know if there’s more of the Mitchell family around... could be interesting“

“I don’t see why. I mean, I know I’m good looking and all,” The brunette was showing a bit more of her playful side, Chloe noticed. And she kinda liked it, “but I’m not that interestig. And neither is my family”

“I highly doubt that. And you still haven’t answered me!”

“Yeah, I have a little brother... but he doesn’t live here with us.” 

"And there’s other people who live here with you guys?" Chloe asked in a light, happy tone, but the image of the woman's teary face wouldn't left Beca's mind.

"Uh... aside from Amy, Stacie and Jesse there's my father. He's the Head of the Institute. Or he should be, at least."

"What do you mean?"

"He's not... in a great state of mind, lately."

"Why? What happened?" It was weird, Beca thought, talking about her father. And to someone who actually seemed interested or even... preoccupied. And this person was a Faerie, on top of that.

"Depression. Since my-" Beca paused, a lump on her throat as she tried not to picture the exact day her family got torn apart. "Since my mom and older brother died."

"Oh..." Chloe's heart ached for the brunette in front of her. She knew how losing someone felt like. "I'm so sorry, Beca"

"You don't have to say that." Beca was trying so hard not to cry. It's been years since their death but Beca still felt her whole body ache at the mere thought.

"What happened to them? Of course... you don't need to tell m-"

"Faeries." Beca looked at her and, even though it was dark, Chloe could picture the woman's face just by her angry tone and it made the redhead flinch. "Faeries happened and killed them. Along with many others, leaving children without their families after the Dark War."

Chloe gulped loudly, her heart shattered for all the things her kind have done to other people. She knew it wasn't her fault, but couldn't help but feel guilty. Before she knew, tears ran down her face again, crying quietly.

Beca sniffed after a few minutes of complete silence, making the redhead jump out of her thoughts and she felt Beca get up to her feet.

"I better go."

"I'm not like them, you know?" Chloe also got out of the bed.

"I didn't say you were"

"But you think I am"

"I don't know if I can trust you"

"Why? Because I'm a Faerie?? Do you have any idea how much destruction you Shadowhunters brought to the Kingdoms?? How many of us you murdered just for fun??" Beca opened the door, ready to leave but Chloe went on "Yes, the Dark War was bad for both sides, a betrayal from the Faeries, but can't you see the harm your kind caused us before all that?”

Both women stood still, looking at one another. Beca knew Shadowhunters weren’t always right, she knew there were bad ones in he past, she knew it wasn’t the Faeries who began the Dark War, but a Shadowhunter. But the Faeries were his allies and this would not be forgotten by the Clave, the Shadowhunter government.

She remembered her encounter with Flo the other day and the woman was right, she was starting to sound like the Shadowhunter who started this situation, Valentine Morgenstern. She didn’t wanna be like him.

“Look... I know we’re not always right, no matter how the Clave wants us to believe in this.“ Beca closed the door back and ran a hand through her hair, feeling strange. “And I’m not responsible for all that harm you mentio-“

“And neither am I responsible for your family’s death. So don’t go taking it all on me.“ Chloe looked extremely serious, which made Beca’s stomach churn when the redhead took a few steps towards her. “Can’t we just leave this hatred in the past and be friends? Or at least be able to have a proper conversation that doesn’t end up on an argument?”

Beca sighed but agreed with a nod of her head “But it’ll take some time..“

“Go out with me and the girls tomorrow...” then, looking at her phone she realized it was 6am and corrected herself “tonight, actually. We’ll go to a karaoke bar, it could be good to get some of this tension away...”

“Uh... I’m not really into singing...“

“I didn’t say you have to. Just, please, think about it.“