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Middle of Nowhere

Mo Washington X Black!FreedWoman!Reader

A/N: I know I have other things to write chile, but Surrounded was so good, I had to show Mo some love. I hope y'all enjoy. Let me know how yall feel about it! Thanks for reading - Ro <3 Here we goooooo

P.S: Mo’s character is religious which is why I decided to use that in the story! Just forewarning youuuuuuuuhopeyouenjoywhetheryourereligiousornotuuuuuuuuu!

Oh, there she stood…pride being the only thing she can count on at this very moment. Covered in blood and sweat, defeat doing a dance across her brow. Dust covering her slacks and a mud stained face. Her chest rose and fell with caution, aggressively taunting her knees to give in but she wouldn’t let them budge. “Can I help ya, sir?” you call out, keeping your distance. You had absolutely no idea what she was capable of. Her eyes slowly come out of hiding from beneath her hat, and your breath catches itself into the air and holds. “A woman?” You whisper to yourself. You weren’t simple minded, knowing that a woman that has disguised herself in such a way had a good reason. “What’s ya name, baby?” Your words made her feel an ease that she has yet to feel, well…ever. Her silence was cold, the heat of the sun outside battling with her glare at you but you kindly smile in hopes of earning a response. 

“I have some shelter for you. You wanna come with me?” You almost whisper the question, slowly easing toward her. “Please, I won’t hurt ya.” You jump back slightly, her flinching being the reason. This poor chile was terrified, but you were determined to help her. 

“...I can walk on my own.” She rasps out, stumbling a bit toward you. You step back with caution, but your face never showed any signs of fear or intimidation. “Alright, come on now.” You guide her to your small home out in the middle of nowhere, she carried nothing but a gun on her hip and a furrowed brow that seemed as though it was permanently etched into her face. Those eyes said something different though. 

“Here we are, this my home.” You tell her proudly. She whispers a soft “thank you” sitting down in the wooden chair next to your dining table. “What’s a woman like you, doin’ out here all by herself.” She asked, a smirk daring to appear. “I could ask you the same thing.” You chuckle and she lifts an eyebrow at you. “Was I supposed to pretend not to know, miss?” She huffs through her nose, mimicking a subtle snarl at your question. You kneel down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “May I?” Your polite smile brought a comfort into her that she couldn’t quite comprehend. God must want me to be here, so here I’ll be. She thinks, her eyes never leaving yours. She read many things about angels in the bible, but Lord forgive her if she was a bit skeptical of seeing one face to face. God always had a way of making a believer out of her. 

She nods, and you pull her jacket from her small frame revealing a blood spattered vest. Your breath hitches at the sight and you refrain from asking if it was hers. “What’s ya name?” You ask her, that furrowed brow still present on her face. “Mo… Mo Washington.” She says, you smile at her in gratitude for her sliver of trust that developed out of thin air. “Mo…Washington.” You repeat slowly. Somehow, Mo’s brow relaxed at the sound of your voice saying her name. “Well Mo Washington, let's get you out of these filthy clothes.” You say, reaching for her vest buttons. She quickly grabs you by the hand, the cold glare returning with a hint of fear in her eyes. She releases your hand, removing the vest herself along with the shirt underneath it. The shirt rests on her shoulders, hesitating to remove it, Mo stares back at you. 

“I-I’ll get ya some towels, I see the wound on ya shoulder.” You mumble, scrambling to your feet. You grab your towels and head back to where Mo sat, slouched over, holding her hands together in silent prayer. You wait patiently and quietly for her to finish her talk with God. You began to talk with him on your own. Lord, why you send this woman to me? Out of all the places you could’ve put her, you placed her in front of me. Your eyes never closed, you watched her as you both held two separate conversations with the only deity believed to set the both of you free. “You know it ain’ nice to stare while I’m praying, Miss…” She lifts her head, shifting her gaze from the floor to you. “Y/N…just Y/N.” you say, finally walking over to her and handing her the towels. It felt good to see another free woman such as yourself. It didn’t feel as good to see said freed woman so battered and worn. You find yourself taking in her features and she lets you while she tends to her wounds. “C-can I get you something to eat, Miss Washington?” You ask, she nods and you shuffle nervously over to retrieve some food for her. You sit it in front of her, taking a seat across from her. “You can sleep in the bed with me. You won’t mind will ya?” Your soft tone raises the heat in Mo’s cheeks. “It’s better than the col’ ground.” She chuckles shyly, taking a bite of her food. 

“How you get this place? You kill somebody, run away?” She asks, you stare back at her in silence. “I built it. My own bare hands. It ain’t much, but it’s mine. Bought the wood with what I had from sharecropping and built this way out here.” You explained, it took you what felt like centuries to build this home, in the middle of nowhere where no one could disturb nor take away your freedom. Now in walks Mo, right into your territory, wandering angrily with a vendetta against herself. What you didn’t know is that your voice made her forgive herself instantly, because everything she had done to survive led her to this very moment with you. An ease in her body and mind personified, taking the shape of you. “Miss Washington, whatchu doin’ out here?  There’s no town for miles, how you end up here?” Your question made Mo shift her posture. 

“Had to defend myself, white boys thought they could pull a fast one on me. Took off as fast as I could in any direction, hopin’ the good Lord would let me get from there to anywhere safe.” Her answer has you in awe, your eyes go to the gun that rested on the table and back to her. “And that he did…” Mo sighs in relief and it compels you to stand, walking toward her, you kneel in front of her, helping her re-button her shirt. She allows you into her space and you take a mental note of her newly found gentleness. You peer up at her and lean closer to her face. She meets you halfway, your lips joining together and closing the gap between you two. When the two of you disconnect, your gazes at each other falters a bit. Your sweet smile makes an appearance yet again, and she grins back at you. 

“Come on, Miss Washington. You look like you could use some rest.” you whisper. You guide her to your bed and let her get comfortable as you stand , watching her get accustomed to her new space. “I’ll be out front, watchin’ the stars. You need anything, I’m a holler away.” You say, heading out the door. “Thank you, Miss Y/N.” Mo says silently. You nod back at her and head out the door. The stars accompany you for hours as you think about the kiss that you and Mo shared. Mo fell asleep thinking about the same thing. She slept more peacefully than she ever had that night, the thought of your soft lips soothing her like a lullaby. 

“Vanilla”

Vanilla… the scent strong as ever filling the room, even if it truly only lingered on the pillows and sheets. The sun peaked in through the curtains waiting for the Swamy toned woman to arise from her slumber. Her lips frozen in a soft pout as her tendrils and locks fell into a beautiful mess on the satin pillow case. Her auburn eyes fluttered open peaking out through her long eyelashes, confusion painting her face. This wasn’t her room, hell this wasn’t even her hotel.. vanilla mixed with cocoa butter. The mixture filled her nose hugging her like blanket fresh out of the dryer. She turned her head finding a neatly folded piece of paper laying on top of a yellow rose on the opposite pillow. Her manicured hands retrieved it opening it up reading what it contained. A blush barely visible painted her cheeks as she tugged a plump lip between her teeth.

“I’ll be seeing ya in tha lobby won’t I? You tasted better than honey suga and I’m dying for another taste beautiful, meet me in the cafe across the street”

She smiled to herself shaking her head before rising to put on her clothes. A soft laugh escaping her lips as she did so, “Rosalie Otterbourne, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 2

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip and a munch!!, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz, Fingering, Oral (Rosalie receiving)

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“I hear music in the air”

“And I really do believe”

“Yeah I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“Now up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see, trouble in the air”

“I see, trouble in the air

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I see troubles in the air”

“Up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“You know, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There is a Heaven somewhere”

“There is a Heaven somewhere”

“And I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“There’s a Heaven somewhere”

Rosalie sat at the piano as Salome stood across from her on the stage, guitar slung across her body. They bounced the lyrics off of each other filling the party with a soulful feel. Y/N now stood leaning against the rail next to her brother who was smirking as he glanced between her and Rosalie who had been stealing glances at each other the whole performance.

Cab chuckled a bit as Y/N stared at the woman enamored with the voices that rang from on the stage, Rosalie’s standing out to her the most with how strong and soul filled it sounded. “If you keep staring you know she could charge you for being a creep, and close your mouth there could be flies” Cab teased nudging his sister laughing softly.

“Sorry” the woman murmured bashfully “she’s just so beautiful, I can’t help it”. Cab nodded before speaking again “I see you two married with at least two dogs in the future” he chuckled dodging the hit his sister sent his way. “Shut it Cab” her eyes darting back to the stage where Salome and Rosalie had ended the song and were now blowing kisses to each other with wide smiles.

Rosalie and Salome bowed before excusing themselves from the stage, Salome heading backstage while Rosalie walked through the crowd to claim her friend for the night. Cab smirked excusing himself with a smirk “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he winked before walking off.

“Ready to go Suga?” Rosalie asked holding out a hand to Y/N who gladly took it letting the woman lead her up the stairs. Once the made it inside the hotel room Y/N was pushed against the wall with lips attached to hers. Her hands wrapping around Rosalie’s neck moaning softly into her mouth.

Her hands trailed underneath the skirt of her dress as their tongues fought for dominance. Y/N’s mouth latched onto Rosalie’s neck panting against the Swamy toned skin, fingers tangling themselves in her hair angling her head for her own usage. “I’ve wanted your lips on me from the moment I saw ya on stage.. ya heart called out to me askin me to light this here body ablaze with my touch” Rosalie spit fire as she spoke, her fingers brushing the smooth skin of her thigh.

“Will ya let me honey? Will ya let touch ya the way a man neva could? Give ya pleasure only ya dreams could provide?” Rosalie gently pulled the other’s mouth from her neck with a fire lit in her eyes. “I need an answer, ain’t goin touch ya no more without one” Rosalie went to move her hand from Y/N’s thigh causing the other woman to grab it placing it back onto it’s previous location.

Y/N internally panicked at the thought of Rosalie’s hands leaving her body after craving to feel her all night. She wanted this no question, she’d never wanted anything more in her life. If her brother could see her now he’d be smirking with that knowing look. Cab knew who she was before she even knew herself and every chance he got he reminded her of that. She slightly whimpered clinging on to the others hand firmly.

“Please, touch me.. do anything you want, I need you. Needed you since I saw you” her southern drawl dripping with want and desperation. Y/N gathered all her boldness and gently pushed Rosalie onto the bed as she herself removed her undergarments and unzipped her dress straddling Rosalie’s lap, she was determined to get what she wanted, what she desired.

Rosalie pulled down the straps of Y/N’s gown taking a nipple into her mouth, her fingers creeping up her thigh until the reached their destination. Her eyes never leaving Y/N’s as she did so, her auburn orbs reflecting a predatory gaze wordlessly communicating with the woman in her lip.

A soft mewl escaped Y/N’s lips as she felt those slender fingers she’d been fantasizing about all night inserting themselves into her leaking heat. She bucked her hips into Rosalie’s hand moaning softly under her breath “Mmm Rosalie, feels so good”. Y/N’s fingers found purchase in the manager’s hair tugging gently from the pleasure, “fuck, please do that again”.

Rosalie smirked against her skin curling her fingers once more causing the beauty above her to cry out, her thumb painting circles onto her clit. Rosalie pulled off of her nipple just enough to speak switching to the other one afterwards “let me hear ya honey, wanna hear how good I’m pleasing my sunflower”

“Rosalie, baby.. I’m gonna..” Y/N babbled out her brain turning to mush as she tried articulating a sentence. The orgasm she’d tried holding back surfacing ten fold making her eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming” Y/N’s moans now airy and high pitched as she came spilling her juices onto the other’s fingers, her breath hitching as she panted. “So unlady like” Rosalie tsked with a smirk causing Y/N to blush.

“god that was so good”. She took a few seconds to catch her breath gazing at Rosalie with hooded eyes “Your turn now mistress”. She climbed off of the woman’s lap pushing her onto her back, fingers hurriedly bunching her skirt up around her hips. Rosalie spread her legs inviting the hungry woman into her heat that was now leaking onto the expensive sheets.

Rosalie had this aura about her, her independent nature making her more sexy than she was. She carried herself in a way that made men dislike her. Men didn’t like women who didn’t need a man and Rosalie was one of those women. She licked her lips gazing down at Y/N, her fingers holding the fabric bunched around her waist. “C’mon baby, show these men how good you can please a woman” Y/N moaned leaning down flicking out her tongue, a long wet stripe being applied to her slit.

“God yes, that’s it suga” Rosalie moaned as Y/N swirled her tongue around her clit wrapping her lips around it giving it a hard suck. Rosalie arched her back and bucked her hips. “My lord…” she moaned out tangling her fingers into Y/N’s hair, the other woman moaning into her cunt flicking her tongue across the bud before moving down inserting her tongue into her entrance, her nose brushing against her clit causing Rosalie to cry out once again.

“Oh my yes, Y/N please more.. need ya to make me cum baby”. She instructed granting her a hum from the other woman while Y/N sped up her ministrations on a mission to make her dove cum. Her tongue moving in one direction as her head went in the other. She moaned at the taste of Rosalie’s juices which were now dripping down her chin but she could truly care less. “Y/N baby, you goin make me cum!” Rosalie moaned out grinding her cunt against Y/N’s face chasing her orgasm.

Y/N hummed sending vibrations into her heat, her eyes flicking up with a need to see Rosalie’s face when she comes undone. Her moans beautifully ringing in her ears like a symphony as she was finally granted her wish. Rosalie came with a loud moan and a tug to her hair, Y/N greedily drank every drop. Her mouth glistening with the woman’s juices, a yelp escape when she was firmly yanked up into a heavy kiss.

Rosalie removed the rest of their clothing wiping them both clean tossing the soiled garments into the ground. “Ms. Rosalie I’ve taken a likin to ya” Rosalie chuckled a bit pulling the blankets over both of them. Y/N lifted her head pressing a kiss to the other’s lips “well that great news because I’ve already claimed you, claimed you the minute I put my mouth on you” Rosalie shot back wrapping an arm around the other woman’s waist. “That’s quite alright with me”

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” Pt. 3

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, angst if you squint, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Y/N awoke with a slight panic coursing through her body. She leapt up out of the bed gathering her clothes in a frenzy being careful not to awake the beauty still laying in the bed. She made quick work of getting redressed quietly exiting the room but not before giving Rosalie a kiss to her forehead. She raced down the hall towards her cousin’s room with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was in distress and needed her Mother figure’s advice at the moment. Making it to Billie’s room she rapped on the door waiting patiently to be granted access.

The door swung open revealing a wild Billie Holiday with smudged eyeliner and a crooked ponytail that she’d fix later or even out with a flower. “Chile, whatcha goin on bout? What’s these tears fo’?” Billie quickly shushed her pulling her into the room before anyone could see her. “Billie we leave today! I just met the most wonderful woman in my life and I’ll never see her again! I’ll never be able to hear her sweet voice or hold her in my arms ever again!”. Billie raised an eyebrow as to silently ask who this mystery woman was, Y/N quickly catching on spoke her name into existence. “Rosalie, Ms. Rosalie Otterbourne. Believe the good lord sent her fo’ me Billie” Billie nodded completely understanding the feeling of what her cousin was feeling.

“Nah Nah just calm down honey! I’ll call Cab and we’ll get this sorted just sat down over there.” Billie spoke picking up the phone dialing Cab, “Hello? Cab? Yeah, this Billie.. mhm, yo sister in here inna fit uh tears.. mhm, sum bout Rosalie Otterbourne… hello? Cab?”. The phone was quickly disconnected followed by a rap on the door. Billie placed the phone down taking a glance at Y/N who was now sobbing by the window. She opened the door to reveal a disheveled Cab Calloway in the flesh breathing deeply. “Where she at Billie? She still hea?” Billie nodded moving to the side to let the distressed jazz singer/ band conductor inside.

“Twixy baby? What’s tha matter?” Cab kneeled in front of Y/N gently holding her hands in his gazing up at her. He wiped her tears ready to listen to her fully. Y/N croaked out sniffing repeatedly “we’re leaving today and I’ll never see her again Foxy! God she’s so amazing and I want her so much yet we’ll neva cross paths again!”. She started sobbing all over again causing her brother to pull her into his arms rubbing her back softly. “Twixy baby I’ll push it back ya hear? Go wipe ya face and go get ya woman, Billie and I will follow ya down there for support. How’s that sound Twixy?” Cab raised his eyebrows at her with a soft smile

“Oh Foxy you’re wonderful!” Y/N cried out hugging his neck and kissing his cheek. She leaped up grabbing the dress Billie had sneakily laid out on the bed for her racing into the bathroom. She fixed herself up and rushed back out patting her hair making sure it looked good, “c’mon y’all we gotta go!”. She rushed back out of the room and towards the one her and Rosalie shared last night to find it empty, her heart dropped and she raced down to the lobby, Billie and Cab hot on her trail. She made it outside just in time to see the last luggage being loaded onto the tour bus. Panicking she yelled Rosalie’s name causing the other woman to turn around and glare. “Ah the rift raft is back after dippin out I see” her tone icy to match the diamonds on her neck.

She had tears in her eyes as she turned to walk away causing Y/N to gently take her wrist. “Rosalie please! I can explain just please… hear me out?” Rosalie huffed but nodded leading Y/N into an alleyway. “What do you want rift raft? Aren’t you satisfied after throwin me out to dry like a toy!?” Rosalie was pissed with a mix of hurt as she spoke. “Rosalie please, last night meant more to me than just a one night thing, you’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. My brother and I… our tour dates here were supposed to end today and I panicked thinking I wasn’t goin ever see you again.”

Rosalie listened silently as the woman spoke, her facial expression never changing. “I ran to my cousin’s room in tears she had to call my brother to calm me down.. he moved back the days so I could have more time with you! Rosalie please, I want you more than anything and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that!”. Y/N was now once again in tears as she spoke reaching out to hold Rosalie’s waist who surprisingly let her. “You dumb girl” Rosalie giggled out grabbing Y/N by her cheeks kissing her deeply “next time tell me so I don’t feel like my heart is gettin ripped out my chest.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief kissing the woman back gripping her waist pulling her closer. “Aren’t you leaving baby? I saw the luggage getting packed up” Y/N whispered against Rosalie’s lips causing Rosalie to shake her head. “My aunt’s partner is but we’re not… in fact my aunt talked to your brother… we’re joinin ya on tour sunflower!” Y/N grinned widely picking Rosalie up twirling her slowly. Once placed back on the ground Rosalie took her hand leading her back to where her Aunt was standing. “Auntie this here is my girl Y/N Calloway” Salome smirked softly at the woman holding her hand out “pleasure to be joinin ya on tour, ya got a beautiful voice by the way”.

She the nudged Rosalie who held a smirk of her own, Y/N in turn swung around to face Cab with a glare. “I panicked for no damn reason Foxy!???” Cab laughed loudly walking back into the hotel with Billie and Salome. Rosalie took her hand leading her back into the hotel whispering into her ear “let’s go get reacquainted with each other Hmm?” Y/N blushed following her in “yes ma’am”

Her skin looks so kissable, the things I’d let her do to me i can’t even fathom

“Iron on the bar Sir” the bartender spoke spitting onto the dirt afterwards. She complied placing one of her guns onto the bar but not the other. She was no fool if things went left she’d be the first firing off a round of bullets. “What’ll be sir?” The monotonous voice rang out from behind the bar making her glance out from beneath the brim of her hat to not seem rude. “Coffee. Please.” She spoke glancing around her taking in her surroundings, her bronze sun kissed skin glowing underneath the faulty yellow hues of the lights making it look like she had specks of gold in her skin. She took the cup of coffee drinking from it slowly, slender fingers gripping the spine of her withered bible. Her bag placed on the ground to her right, once she finished her coffee she tipped her hap grabbed her and rose to her feet bag in hand. She walked outside avoiding wondering or curious eyes climbing onto her horse, the brim of her hat covering her eyes. The loot from an old friend making her bag feel a little more heavy but she could handle it. The last thing she heard before riding off was “that young man there was The Mo Washington one of the baddest in the west”

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I might possibly drop pt. 4 to “CGYT?” tonight and maybe another Mo Drabble or fic… possibly another domestic home life Suga and Sunflower…. Who knows

Milk N Honey’

“Lord… please guide me on this journey, get me safely from A to B. I know you’on put nuthin’ on us we ain’t goin be able to handle so imma trust yo word as I always do… Amen”

Rising to her feet Mo tipped her hat walking down the aisle of the small church house, her hand brushing over the wood of each pew as to silently say another prayer. She’d been down this path before thinking she’d have a somewhat smooth journey but the lord does work in mysterious ways. She gathered her belongings climbing back to onto her horse, gun in tow. Mo was a religious woman not a dumb one, she knew where she was wanted and right now with her being free that was hardly nowhere.

She clicked her tongue snapping the reins signaling the brown beauty to take off. “Imma get my rivers of milk n honey, my piece of the promise land. I’m finna get what’s owed to me” she spoke to herself as she rode through the dusty desert, the brim of her hat forever hiding her eyes. She made a fire in the middle of a spot housing a pond, resting against a tree with her hat over her eyes when she heard footsteps. Hand already on her gun she cocked it back waiting silently, “uh.. cuse me Sir, you know where I can find some dried meat and maybe some seeds?”. She lifted her head eyeing the white man in front of her with a stern expression, “No sir” quick and simple the way she preferred it. “Well do ya know what direction to go to get somewhat of an idea?” Her patience was now running thin with this man, if she didn’t know where to get any why would she know what direction to go?.

“No sir” she stated once more glare on full display for him to see. Apparently he didn’t like that too we’ll be reached down grabbing Mo by the collar of her shirt yelling into her face. “Now you listen here boy, I know you know something so tell me what the fuck I want to know!!” Mo quickly pushed the man off pulling her gun from the holster. She kicked him in the stomach grabbing a handful of his shirt pointing the gun at his head “white boy, don’t put yo hands on me. Don’t you ever put yo hands on me again.. don’t even tempt it ya hear?”. The white man below her nodded his hand now trembling as he realized who he was looking at, “M-Mo Washington” he stuttered out causing her to smirk. She shot the man in the leg gathering her things climbing onto her horse taking off once more towards her promise land.

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Just posted the second Mo fic for my love @imjusthere2readbruv

Y’all I’m watching surrounded for like the 5th time and bro

Tommy ain’t shit but he funny asf man.. mans really said “you outta dig up whoever’s rottin over there. Give yaself another bodyguard ion know” 😂😂😂

Somebody be my gf bro I’m tired of being single

Red’s M.list

“Cat got Your Tongue?” Series

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

“Mo Baby”

Baddest in the west

Milk N Honey’

“Suga and Sunflower”

“Rosie”

“Vanilla”

“Emerald Haywood”

“Who Says I Don’t?”

“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”

“Oj Haywood”

“Who Says I Don’t?”

“Pretty Girl”

“Just for a moment”

“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”

“Shuri Udaku”

Nothing yet!

Anyways I might create a counterpart for Mo kinda like a annoying side kick idk

I think imma stop writing for Mo baby… y’all write her so good and my shit mid

YALL WAKE UPPPP BESTIE POSTED

Miss Baby Pt. 2

Mo Washington X Black!FreedWoman!Reader

A/N: I really love this story so much! Please enjoy because I teared up a lil writing this because I loveeee itttt! I hope you all enjoy! -Ro <3 Here We Gooooooooo

“I hope you brought ya appetite!” Mo says excitedly, greeting you at the end of the road. She waited giddily for you to come down the road at exactly nineteen-hundred hours. You hold the pitcher of sweet lemonade in one hand and the warm pound cake in the other. “I’ll hol’ that for ya, Miss baby. Yo’ dress sure is nice.” She says, taking the cake and pitcher out of your hand. You stared at her hands as she took the items from you, unsure why you found them so attractive. They look as though she’s been to work a lot, but still well taken care of and moisturized. You begin to think about how they would feel on your skin, and it invokes chills up your legs. “Miss Baby?” Mo snaps you out of your thoughts and she chuckles at your wide eyes. “I was sayin’ the cake smell good.” You smiled at her compliment and nodded slightly in gratitude. “...can’t wait to taste it.” she mumbles with a smirk and your eyes widen yet again. “What?” you say, nervously smoothing out your dress. Your fear that she heard your thoughts become evident due to your actions. “The cake…I can’t wait to taste it. You alright?” She lifts her eyebrows and approaches her home with you, guiding you softly to her front door. 

“Y-yes I’m fine as frog hair, Miss Mo.” You replied entering her home. You had never seen a house this nice! A table sat next to the kitchen, adorned with a blue gingham tablecloth, dishes filled with food on top of it and a single candle in the middle. It was rather beautiful and she prepared it all for you. She was determined to make a good impression, she wanted to show you that she was capable of doing more than standing in your yard and calling you “baby.” It meant more to her, she had a feeling about you and she couldn’t shake it. Even if God grabbed her by the ankle and held her upside down, she couldn’t shake the butterflies in her stomach or the pounding in her heart when she saw you. “Gon’ and sit, I’ll fix ya plate.” She says, stepping around you to get to the table. She sits the cake and lemonade in the middle of the table, a place that she left empty for it subconsciously. You sat at the table and she sat the plate in front of you. 

You wait for her to sit with you and she reaches for your hand to pray. You gladly take it and you take in the softness of her skin. “Dear God, thank you fo’ this food an’ allowing me the blessin’ of being able to share it wit’ Miss Baby here…may ya bless us to have other nights like dis. In Jesus’ name, amen.” You blush at her prayer, an obvious and sweet way to invite you to dinner again. You whisper a small ‘Amen’ and your eyes meet with Mo’s. She shifts her eyes from your eyes to your plate and back again. She was waiting for your reaction to her food. You grab your fork and shovel greens into your mouth. “My….LORD.” you groan as the flavors melt onto your tongue and hug your tastebuds kindly. Mo smiles proudly and watches your lips curl as you put more food into your mouth. “Y’like it?” she asked, the answer obvious to her but it was amusing to see how you would present said answer. “This too good…girl you put yo foot in this!” you tell her, pouring you both a glass of lemonade. 

She looks at her plate coyly and thanks you silently. A beat passes and you let the silence grow a bit more before you break it. “Y/n…” she looks up from her plate, her smirk grows into a smile. “What’s that?’ she asked, wanting you to repeat your name to her. “Y/N…das my name.” You avoid her eyes in fear that you would smile a little too big. Her eyes twinkle at the sound of your name, finally learning a part of you meant more to her than she expected. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, Miss Baby.” she says, and you reach for your dress, fidgeting with it nervously. “Thank you…y-you pretty too..o-or handsome? I-I….” You stutter in embarrassment, you didn’t know how to approach her and she found your effort adorable. “Pretty is fine when it come from you.” She says sweetly, grabbing your hand that rested on the table. 

You both spent hours talking about your lives, Mo explaining how long it took her to get from New Mexico to here. You explained that you traveled from Texas to Colorado, actually surprised that you two didn’t cross paths. You gasped and giggled at the stories she told you and she listened attentively to stories of your own. Mo knew you had some grit in you, that’s what attracted her to you in the first place. She watched you chop wood, build shelter, and add on to your home day-by-day… all in a dress. She knew a woman like you could only be God’s way of extending love toward her. A blessing in your stride when you walk, a prayer in your attitude, and heaven in the pound cake you prepared for this dinner. “Why you sure know yo’ way ‘round the oven, Miss Baby.” she compliments, and your excitement jumps out of your mouth before you could even think about it. “Really?! I can make y’some more if ya like.” You lean back in your chair, dialing it back a little. “I would love that.” She says, grabbing your plate from the table and placing it on the counter. “I-I should probably get goin’. Ion wanna keep y’ up too late.” You stand, walking over to Mo, you hug her and hold her close. You didn’t know how to place your feelings at the moment, so hugging her was the best that you could do. She held you closer and took in your scent. Lingering around each other, you both began to feel hot and it rose to your faces. You finally let her go and she wished it had been longer. “Let me walk y’home.” She said, taking your hand in hers. She walked back to the table, placing her gun back into her holster and headed out the door along with you. 

You two took smaller steps when you approached your home, not wanting this night to end by any means. “Well, here ya are.” Mo says, disappointment lining her voice as she begins to see this night come to an end. “Thank you fa’ dinner, Mo. It was wonderful.” You say and Mo’s eyes widen at her realization. “Uh Oh… we lef’ ya pitcher at the house, I can go get it.” she says, turning to head back but you grab her arm. “I’ll be back to get it.” you grin. She smiles at the implication that you would have dinner with her again but you had something different in mind. “Or…you can bring it when ya have breakfast wit me t’morrow mornin’.” Mo looks up at you and smiles brightly, a joyful laugh escaping her. “Ya like grits? Sausage and eggs and some freshly squeezed orange juice? Fresh biscuits?” You ask, and Mo is in bliss with the fact that you want to spend time with her again. “I like it, but I sure do love spendin’ time wit ya.” she makes heat rise to your cheeks and she takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’, Miss Baby.” you smile, lifting your shoulder to your ear, shying away with a silent “Alright..” Mo makes her way down the road, stopping in her yard.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” she screams happily, pumping her fist in the air. She giggles to herself and smiles from ear to ear, excitement dancing in her belly. She gets to see you again, she didn’t expect God to answer that prayer so quickly. She thanked the Lord with a head nod to the sky and went inside. You heard her from down the road, chuckling and smiling to yourself. “Lemme get started on this dough, it’s gon take a while to rise.” you say to yourself as you make your way into your house. Excitement dances in your belly too, wanting the night to rush away so that you could see Miss Mo yet again.  

Ay I need mutuals! Who tryna be my girlfriends??

I love them so bad

Pretty Soldier

Mo Washington X Black!Seamstress!FreedWoman!Reader

Contains: Fluuuuuuuff

You stood outside of you and Mo’s shared bedroom, waiting for her to come out with her new, temporary look. You had an order for a dress that was due tomorrow and you had to put some finishing touches on it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t fix it while wearing it and you were too short to fit it anyway. “Oh no…you not puttin’ me in that thang.” she said to you, just a few moments earlier. You looked up at her with those pleading eyes. You didn’t even have to say anything before she snatched the dress from you and marched to the bedroom, mumbling something about how you were lucky that you were “cute and sweet” for her to be “puttin’ this mess on.” You giggled as she made her way into the room, slamming the door behind her, a victorious smile slapped across your face as you waited for her to come out. 

“C’mon now, Mo Baby. Lemme see ya!” You chuckle out as she groans on the other side of the door. “Don’t rush me, or I ain’ comin’ out at all!” she grumbles. Stepping out of the room, she comes toward you rather gracefully, but a frown remains on her face. “Oh…baby you look so pretty.” you tell her, fixing the ruffles at the end of the sleeves. She hides a grin and rolls her eyes. “Hurry up so I can get outta this thang.” she says, stepping onto the crate so that you can add the finishing touches. “This got me itchin’, Honey Bee! Hurry up, now.” She complains and you laugh at her grumpiness. “Hol’ still an’ it won’t take so long, Baby.” 

“You should wear dresses sometime, Mo. Y’look like an angel.” she scoffs at your comment and looks down at the dress that adorns her slender body. “Where would I put my holster in this? These will get caught on my gun, Honey Bee! I’m not wearin’ that!” She says, confusion lacing her gaze as she stares at herself in the mirror in front of her. “Well, maybe you can stop carryin’ ‘roun that gun all the time.” You say softly, knowing that Mo was about to protest. You wait for her to, but you’re met with silence. You look up to see her staring at her reflection with her head tilted. She examines herself carefully as if she’s considering something. She’s so beautiful, staring at herself with a slight grin that lifts her cheekbones a little. You stand in silence to let her discover what you have always seen her hide from herself. You hem the 

other side of the dress and she twists a little to see herself from the side, smoothing down the dress in the front. You watch her admire herself a little more freely, a smile peeking through her lips. “Y’almost done, Honey Bee?” Her tone was a bit softer, not looking away from the mirror. “I was done ten minutes ago, Mo Baby.” You say treacly, your eyelashes bat slowly twice and she turns to you, looking down from her place on the crate. “Why don’t I make ya a nightgown, darlin’? You can wear it to bed, no ruffles and a lil pocket to hol’ ya bullets in?” You ask 

She turns her body from left to right a couple times, testing the flow of the dress. She looks back up at you, contemplating her next response. “...I wanna pick the color.” She says, scrunching up her nose. She steps down and kisses you, heading back to the bedroom to change her clothes. When she comes out, she gently places the dress in your hands. “Thank you for doin’ this, Mo.” you say to her shyly. “Anything for you, My Honey Bee.” She says, adjusting her holster as she puts it back on her shoulders. You place the dress in the box, folded neatly, placing a written receipt on top of it. You smile, thinking of how Mo taught you to write. You’ve gotten better at it and it has been much easier to keep up with things for your business. You place the box on top of the crate and head over to where Mo sat, sitting in her lap. “My beautiful soldier, what color do you want your nightgown to be?”

I ain’t see the poll till now, I’ll post a Mo baby later on

𝖯𝖮𝖵 : 𝖬𝖮 𝖶𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖮𝖭 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖳𝖮 𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖠 𝖦𝖴𝖭.

𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖲 :: VERY MUCH Suggestive, black fem reader.  rivals/ enemies to lovers (??)

When I tell u I was trying not to bust while writing thi– its funny how little is more lmao. Anyway enjoy, I have more fics of wifey that I'm working on so I hope u can accept this for now 🤭💕

𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖬𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖣 curses under your breath as you shot the gun once again, not getting the target for what felt like the millionth time. You throw the gun in frustration and sigh. You  begin to sluggishly walk back to your cabin in defeat.

"Need help?" A voice asks you. You freeze in your tracks as you realise who the voice exactly is.

Mo Washington. The only person you could ever go weak over, and she knows that. She enjoys seeing the effect of the power she has over you, and how her touch could simply make your knees weak in an instant.

"Its all good, I was done here anyways..." You mutter, your back still to her, letting your pride get the best of you. You could never, ever, admit to her of all people that you needed help. Never. She'd hang it over your head for eternity.

"You shouldn't lie to me, you know?" You hear her footsteps coming towards you, and the hairs on your neck rise in an instant.

You felt her presence behind you, and your breath hitched as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"I see right through 'ya." She breathed into your neck, chuckling lightly as you trembled under her, though she hadn't even touched you. She sees the gun laying on the ground and puts it into your hand, looking into your eyes for a split second. She walks back behind you.

You both knew the sexual tension you had with eachother, but yet none of you would act on it. It was better this way you thought.

You manage to aim the gun with your shaky and clammy hands, looking straight at your target. "See..thats where you're going wrong." She says as she stands behind you, you feel her heavy breathing on your neck, and your knees begin to give out.

She feels your knees going weak, and she grabs your hips to pull you up again. "Hey, now." She chuckles as she snakes her arm on top of yours, guiding you.

"I want you to aim right there, can you do that for me?" She teases, whispering into your ear.

You nod slowly in response.

She rests her chin on your shoulder, her fingers gliding on top yours. You breath out shakily as you feel your mouth going dry, and the spot between your legs pulsating.

Unknowingly, begin to lean back and rest into her touch. "There you go, you got it." She praises as she slowly guides you to aim, her thick accent buzzing through your body.

You pull the trigger and it instantly lands on the target, and you breathe out in relief, finally getting it, with Mo's help.

"I knew you could get it. You just needed a little help." She jokes, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Go away, Mo." You say as you cross your arms. " dont I deserve a thank you?" She raises her brows as she shrugs.

"Thank you. Now go away." You push her playfully.

"Let me know if you need anymore of my ... help." She smirks as she leans in closer to you. "I'll be waiting." She winks as she walks away, looking back at you once more.

Now If yall want more, I can gladly write more of them bc they're givinggg 😩 anyways what did yall think?