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shaguro · 3 months

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— ✰ NEVER LOSE ME | CONNIE S.

✧synposis: connie loves to visit his favorite girl after his races.

✧contents: smut with a lil plot. (streetracer!connie x stripper reader, reader is black. (she has a fro but no other physical descriptions are given besides that.) unestablished relationship. unprotected sex (p in v) breeding kink?? unrequited feelings but not really. reader is just young, sexy and free; just having fun. 🩷 very inspired by the song by flo milli, doesn't follow that exact plot though! mdni.

✧word count: 1.6k.

✧shanti’s note: chile… i made three different drafts before i settled on this one, okay! so it was definitely a major work in progress for a while but we made it yall! i'm so nervous about this one for some reason, can't pinpoint why. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy it. forgot to answer the ask but THANK YOU for the ask anon, and i hope you enjoy it 🩷

all the other dancers wondered how you managed to bag the connie springer, a well-known street racer in your area. he was a loyal client. always respectful, tipped well — not to mention, he’s fine as fuck. connie always came to see you after one of his many winning races, ready to shower you in affection and with money he just won. so just like the other times, you’re in one of the private rooms in the strip club; the pink led lights illuminated your soft skin, showcasing all the dips and curves of your beautiful body.

“it’s because of you, baby.” connie licks his lips, tattooed hands rested on the fattest part of your ass, only separated by the thin fabric of your thong. “you’re the reason i never lose.”

“oh please.” you kiss your teeth. with your hands on his knees, you lean forward to give him the view you knew he loved. “you say that shit every time you come see me. we both know it’s not true, so stop it.”

now it was his turn to suck his teeth, his hand meeting your ass with a hard smack! you gasp and almost jolt forward but connie’s hand is on your throat, pulling you backwards until your bare back is against his chest. you tilt your head to meet those pretty hazel eyes and god, his glare was so intense it actually made you nervous.

and it had your pussy fluttering, clenching on nothing.

“i say it ‘cuz i mean it.” his free hand trails up your thigh, stopping dangerously close to your core. he chuckles when you spread your legs, watching your reflection intently in the tall mirror. “didn’t even do anything yet and look, already openin’ up f’me.”

this sort of interaction should not be happening between a dancer and a client, you knew that — when it came to connie though, he was the only exception. maybe it was because you felt like he saw you, went out of his way to have an actual relationship with you. connie wanted you to be his girlfriend but you always refused. you were too sexy, too carefree to be tied down by anyone, especially a man.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy the man’s company though; you two had gotten close, close enough that you’d link up outside the club. late nights spent in his customized red wraith, hanging out the window as the cool evening breeze hit you. connie would buy you all kinds of jewelry and the biggest bouquets of red roses you’d ever seen. take you out on dates, even flew you out once. but you were just having fun and that didn’t mean you needed to be with him.

in moments like this, though? you considered that possibility a little more.

“connie, mmm.” you moaned, his nimble fingers rubbing at your barely-clothed clit. there’s something about his touch that electrifies your whole body, your hips rolling, seeking more friction. “my b-boss might pop in, we shouldn’t..”

connie hums in acknowledgment, his wet tongue tracing along your neck. “i don’t give a fuck and you know that.” indeed, you did. “she was on your ass last time?”

the last time your boss had walked in, connie had you on your back, legs spread wide as he ate you out like a man starved. it was embarrassing, even connie couldn’t save you from the lengthy lecture you received. you don’t remember every single thing your boss said but she made one rule very clear: no fucking in her strip club.

you were a fan favorite so she wouldn’t get rid of you, even if you had a tendency to bend the rules.

“she was.” you sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder. one of your hands were on his head, feeling on his blonde buzzcut while his lips latched onto delicate skin. “i don’t give a fuck either.”

his chuckle vibrated through your skin, sent shivers up your spine. you knew he’d just left a mark with the way his tongue swept over the damage, another trace of him that would need extra concealer.

“how much time do we have left, pretty?”

you look up to the bedazzled glittery clock on the wall, squinting your eyes to see it better. “hmm.. like twenty minutes?”

connie scoffed. “i’ll make you cum in ten.”

all that could be heard in the dimly-lit room were the sounds of your sweet cries as your ass ricocheted off connie’s pelvis, the steady clap clap clap so loud in your ears. you were on all fours with connie right behind you. he had one hand cupped on your jaw, keeping your head upright and the other on the fat of your hip — digging crescents into your soft skin with each snap of his hips.

“open your eyes, baby. look and see how pretty you look.” he gives your jaw a light squeeze and you comply, slowly opening your lashed eyelids to observe yourself, to drink in the mess he’s made of you.

your brown curly fro ruffled and scattered, drool trickling from your open mouth with one hand on the crystal mirror to brace yourself. you swore your eyes had crossed from the overwhelming pleasure you felt and he was so deep — damn near touching your lungs, knocking all the air out of them.

and then connie is leaning forward, his breath ghosting your ear. “see? so pretty.” this was anything but an innocent statement. connie took pride in having you like this — completely dumb off his dick to the point that all you could do is beg, whine for more and he’d never hold back. he’d give it all to you.

not only his dick but he’d give his whole heart too, the whole damn world if it meant he’d never lose you.

“c-connie, ohhfuck.” you mewl, your free hand is reaching behind you, scrambling to find his arm to claw at or anything to steady yourself with. “so deep, i c-can’t—“

“you can, baby.” he coos. connie holds your arm and to your horror, bends it to a degree at the small of your back, keeping it in place. his pace never falters, grinding into that swollen spot inside you so deliciously, you couldn’t breathe — any attempts at sound caught in your throat.

“always take me so well—fuck.” connie lets out a moan so erotic, your pussy clenches involuntarily around him. “l-love this fuckin’ pussy.”

your eyelids felt so heavy as you looked at connie’s reflection in the mirror, admiring the handsome man that tore you up with ease. his head is tilted down with his bottom lip captured between his top row of pretty white teeth, eyes trained on where your bodies connected. he was mesmerized at how you swallowed all his dick so greedily, sinking deeper and deeper as you fucked back into him, a white milky ring of cream forming on the base of his length — it was truly a sight like no other.

“want you to myself,” connie grits out, landing a quick slap on your ass, rubbing the tender flesh right after to soothe the sting. “c-can’t lose you, (y/n)—hah—can’t let anyone else h-have you.”

“c-connie, you—“

“tell me,” he interrupts and his eyes meet yours in the glass, all low and dark, full of passion. “tell me you’re mine, that this—” his hand trails down the arched curve of your back, it was like fire trailed behind his fingertips. “—is all for me, only for me.”

you nod dumbly, not even realizing what you’re saying, your voice only a whisper. “y-yes, it’s y-yours.”

connie shakes his head and leans forward once again, this time with a sharp thrust into your soppy cunt, filling you to the hilt. you gasp and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into your skull, from crying out his name.

“gotta be louder than that, pretty. say it one more time f’me?” he’s pressing wet kisses along your jaw and neck, clouding your focus even further. you could feel his dick pulsing inside you, stretching you out so perfectly. you wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, letting him ruin you till the end of time.

“i-it’s—“ you inhale, a deep shaky breath. “it’s all yours, connie. this p-pussy is yours, so fuck me like you m-mean it.”

it’s like as soon as you say those words, a switch flips in connie’s brain.

instead of straightening his posture, his chest is flush against your back, the gold chain on his neck dangling over your shoulder as he starts to rut his hips into you with no precision. and it’s so filthy, your poor cunt squishing and squelching sporadically, warm milky slick trickling down your thighs.

“gonna—nghh, gonna fuckin’ cum.” his voice raised an octave, all slurred and whiney. “where… where d-do you want it, baby?”

he was expecting to hear your ass or your back, maybe even your face if you were feeling extra nasty. nothing prepared him for that pretty whine you let out prior to saying,

“inside! want it inside con, wanna feel it..” you give him the cutest pout and all he could think was fuck, you would really be the death of him.

only a few moments passed before you got what you wanted — connie’s hot, sticky cum paints your inner walls generously and it’s so much, each rock of his hips had the fluid gushing out of you. it sends you right over the edge. your legs give out, the sheer force of your orgasm had you trembling, limp in connie’s strong arms. you glanced tiredly at the ticking clock one last time and damn, he really did make you cum in ten minutes.

there was no time to recover because as you two were on the floor, tangled and sweaty, still out of breath — your boss slams the door open, her face screwed with anger.

“both of y’all, get the fuck out!”

but you didn’t care, not at all. this just meant you'd have another one of those nights, music blasting from those booming speakers as connie sped down the freeway, his hand on your thigh when he'd repeat those six words without fail, "i never want to lose you."

tonight, you decided that he wouldn't.

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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✮⋆˙ waist grabbers? i’m back again baby, with my takes that may or may not be accurate.

nanami: 100 fucking %

- slides past you with that hand on the waist every single time

- “behind you.” he says and he’s going straight for the waist.

- in public, waist

- when you guys are dancing together, waist

- god don’t get me started on that one

- it’s a muscle memory at this point

- his hands slip right down

- you love it, he loves it, you’re good.

satoru: no

- he’s an around the shoulders typa guy

- I HAVE EVIDENCE SO STOP!!

- it works for him, more convenient

- plus you can’t run away from his kisses

- back pocket guy also

- you know the whole peter kavenski thing?

- god i hope i don’t have to put a reference

- he’s so old school pda, actually not just pda, even at home.

- best believe his hands are going to be on you

- just not around your waist

- now when you’re FUCKING yeah.

suguru: 50/50 for sure

- he’ll wrap an arm around you sometimes but it’s not really a continuation you know?

- trying to get by? yeah (he’s one of those guys)

- wait oh my, let’s talk about it

- you know when you’re somewhere and a guy tries to pass by

- and he says “my bad” or “my fault” and puts his arm around your waist getting by?

- that’s suguru. he won’t even realize it

- his touch is electrifying though

- any other times it’s hand and hand, loves holding hands

toji: yes

- a bad habit

- because he does it to EVERYONE.

- talking to you while standing? has to wrap his arm around your waist

- sitting? right next to you he’s grabbing your waist

- fucking? waist grabbing

- it’s like he can’t stop touching you

- tried to hold his hand and it found its way back to your waist

- you tried to get him out of it but failed

choso: eh?

- LISTEN

- i see it for sure!!

- but i see him more like gojo, more cozier when it comes to that

- hand over your shoulders closing you in you know?

- but he’s a waist grabber at times!

- and he loves it as much as you

- it just doesn’t come naturally to say

- “hey let me just wrap my hand around here.” yeah

sukuna: yes

- i mean… it’s there in the open why not grab it?

- it’s the one physical touch that he actually enjoys

- always there, like it’s glued

- there’s not much to work with

- i think ima have to start making up a fanon version in my head of him like i do the rest cause whew chile

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badasmuse · 6 months

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“Drunk and Possessive Pt.2”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), drunk!bada, top!bada, language, lowercase intended, oral sex, fingering, car sex, bottom!reader, praise, fluff ending, implied round 2

Summary: bada shows you that you’re hers

Part 1 here

A request so no song

bada pushed you in the backseat of her car and climbed in after you. not gracefully at all may i add because she still has that liquor running through her veins. she huffed and sat there arms crossed, pout on her lips.

“bada..?” you whispered.

she looks at you and pulls you onto her lap and starts feeling you up. fingers slipping down your inner thigh squeezing it making you let out a sigh.

you’re soaked and you know it. you adjust sitting directly on her thigh and whining when she started moving your hips back and forth on her thigh, slapping your ass as she did so.

“you can only dance on me. be all over me.” she said with a pout. like she’s not about to ruin you. why are you pouting??

“bada~” you moan out. your hands go to her hair as you start to move your hips on your own. “please.” you beg. not to sure what you’re asking for.

“fuck, you look so good in this dress.” she starts leaving hickeys on your neck and collarbone. “no one else will make you feel the way i’ll make you feel.” she whispers, pulling your dress up at the bottom and ripped the lace underwear you wore, sticking her hand between your legs.

“you’re soaked,” she whined, “i want to taste you.”

you don’t respond, moaning at her words and grinding down on her hand.

she maneuvered uncomfortably so she was laying on the seats and you were on top of her. “sit on my face.” she says.

“oh… bada i can’t-“ she cuts you off with a huff and pulls you up till her mouth is inches away from your clit. “sit.” she says roughly and you really don’t have a choice.

you lower yourself onto her face still not sitting all the way.

“i said- nevermind.” bada wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls you down onto her face, holding onto you tight while her tongue circles your clit.

“oh fuck!” you moan out holding onto her hair.

she holds onto you moaning as her tongue dipped inside your hole while her nose swiped your clit from time to time. you moan louder at the feeling. you’ve never been ate out like this before.

“bada!” you try to squirm away from her but she tightens her hold on your thighs shoving her tongue deeper.

chile you’re in heaven. especially when her fingers find your clit and she starts rubbing it at a fast pace.

“oh my god i’m so close.” you breathe out pulling her hair with one hand the other one hitting the window of the car door. “don’t stop. bada please, don’t stop.”

she wouldn’t dream of it. she’s been waiting for this for so long. she doesn’t want it to end. she loves being covered in your juices and the sound of you moaning because of her. moaning her name.

“that’s right say my name while you cum pretty girl.” she says before attaching her mouth to your clit, sucking lightly.

“bada, bada-“ her name leaves your mouth like a mantra. hand holding her hair tight as you came all over her face.

she doesn’t stop. she holds you tighter licking up everything that spilled out of you. she sucks on your clit some more and you’re trying your hardest to get up but she won’t let you go.

“b-ada~” you sob, “let me up i can’t.”

she doesn’t hear you. drunk off your taste. (actually the alcohol but let’s not get into that.) her tongue dips inside your hole again and she rubs your clit some more trying to get more out of you. greedy ass.

“bada!” you start shaking as you feel another orgasm approaching. your hand hits the window and the other grips the front seat as you cum on her face once again.

she moves you off and doesn’t waste any time thrusting three fingers into you making you arch at the stretch.

“god you’re mine. you’re only mine. only i can make you feel like this.“ she whispers in your ear as she continued the assault to your g-spot.

you can’t think. all that’s on your mind is bada. the way she curls her fingers into you, the way she licks and sucks at your neck leaving hickeys all over you. she wants people to know who you belong to.

you grab at her wrist, eyes rolled to the back of your head, and in seconds you’re gushing all over her hand. she moves her fingers a little faster, helping you ride it out.

your body is trembling and your makeup is smeared.

bada leans against the seat pouting.

“tf is you pouting for? you just snatched my soul from me.” you say after calming down.

“because i said i love you and you didn’t say anything back” she says pout on her lips still.

you sigh, “bada, i love you. i’ve wanted you for awhile i just always thought i was never your type. i’m not a dancer, not good at anything, i’m boring and you’re not.”

“you’re good at a lot of stuff you just won’t give yourself credit. i hate when you say things like that.” she moves closer leaning on your shoulder. “i want you to be my girlfriend.” she mumbles.

you let out a breath, “i’ll be your girlfriend bada.”

she sits up fast. “really?” when you nod, she grabs you by your neck and pulls you in for a kiss making you moan at how rough she’s being.

“back to our place for round two?” she says against your lips.

“fuck, please.”

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #imagine

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lafemmemacabre · 1 year

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I don't want to take away from the very important and much more urgent point in that post about why Evangelical US missionaries go to countries like Brazil despite the very obvious prevalence of Christianity there (Cristo Redentor and all), that these white supremacist Evangelical missionaries are obsessed with converting Indigenous communities and Black communities that practice African or African-descent spirituality the most. Again, that's the truly urgent part of it and so I'm saying this here and not in the post itself, BUT...

They also target Catholics. Especially people who're Catholic and very poor or otherwise vulnerable.

In general South America is mainly Catholic as far as Christianity goes (at least the cultures that were colonized by Spain, France and Portugal are, which are the vast majority of us), and Evangelicals, Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses are very anti-Catholic.

I wouldn't give a damn about it because I don't exactly love Catholicism as either a faith or in a political sense. I think the church is a monster, the faith is misanthropic, etc etc. EXCEPT...

Like I mentioned, most of the Catholics in South America who're targeted by these missionaries are very poor ones, often luring them in with prosperity gospel bullshit promises as well as in general entangling them with their cult-like tactics (thought-terminating clichés, love-bombing then withdrawal/threats of withdrawal of community, etc).

I see it in urban Chile all the time; you will rarely, if ever, see a Protestant church of any sort in wealthy areas, and if you see one it'll be a "normal" one like Lutherans. However, in poor areas? Every-fucking-where.

The advancement of Evangelicalism in South America is tightly linked to the advancement of reactionary conservative politics. They're becoming a voting block like they are in the US; nowhere near YET as big as they are in the US thank GOD, but they're there and they're radicalizing vulnerable people continuously and that's something local leftists are worried about, especially because at least here we actually have a history of important communist developments FROM the Catholic church, especially with communist Catholic priests (and that is absolutely part of why local Evangelicals dislike local Catholics).

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