#Pipes you gotta move over and make way for the real beauty king.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Gotta love how when Aphrodite gave the lost trio a makeover, she legit just changed the colour of Jason's shirt to purple and called it a day lmao. We love a barefaced photogenic beauty king <3

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine PRT TWO:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

If you want to be tagged in future fics the taglist is on my masterlist which is linked in my bio!!! This became longer than I expected but oh well lol. Enjoy!

“So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

Shivers...deep, bone aching shivers is what she felt coursing through her body. The white cotton towel that barely fit around her hourglass frame was begging to be freed. It was dark. The only light source was coming from her bedroom window. Whatever was going on below on Telegraph Ave; passing cars, other buildings lit up, and lampposts, all shown through her windows with open sheer white curtains, the light gently weaving its way through the open blinds. 

“Little Yara,” He spoke with a hushed tone, “I know this is something you’ve been waiting on but Mike will be back any second now, you gotta move at a faster pace than that, girl,” Erik spoke, his eyes darting towards the closed bedroom door then back at her.

“Do I look little, Erik?” Yara questions, turning away from Erik to focus on a poster on her wall while both of her shaking hands release the towel, the semi damp cotton pooling around her feet. 

“Fuck no,” Erik spoke with a deep, alluring tone, “Ain’t shit little on you...can’t wait to get up in that pussy.”

He wasn’t about to play with Yara. He asked her on that couch if she was sure because he didn’t like playing games when it came down to laying that good pipe. She wants some of that D, she gotta be a big girl and take whatever he gives her. That intrigued and frightened Yara at the same time. Sure, she had sex with a few dudes who weren’t exactly exclusives in her life. The dick was good, it kept her pussy wet, kept her wanting more sex but with Erik, Yara heard the stories about him from high school and around the neighborhood. 

“Aight, girl, go lay out on the bed for me,” He says while removing his Raiders bomber jacket and now his simple white V-neck tee. This is Erik 2.0, muscles beyond what Yara had imagined when he was wearing his shirt and jacket. All of that sexy bulk hidden beneath that fabric. His skin looked so smooth and unblemished, even with the tiny raised scarification that littered his pectorals and arms. His torso was bare but from the look of the scars, they will occupy that area soon.

“C’mere,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone, picking Yara up and stunning her further. While kissing her soft lips, Erik dropped Yara down onto her bed, Yara bouncing before righting herself by planting both of her hands on the bed, bringing her feet up and without even realizing, causing her thighs to spread wide. Erik could see a little bit of her fat pussy but not everything he wanted. 

“Where is your light switch?” He asked impatiently.

“Where light switches usually be,” Yara smart mouthed. 

Erik walked to her door, finding the light on the wall right next to it, “Still got that smart ass mouth on you...back then I could only argue back...now...I’m just gonna fuck the shit outta you, see if you got something smart to say then.”

The lights go on, so bright and detecting that Yara felt completely exposed. She went silent, her knees to her chest and her thigh meat so juicy that it hid her pussy from his view. Erik watched her reaction to her room now being well lit while kicking off his jeans and socks. He’s only in his briefs now and from that alone Yara clenched up. 

“You Gon’ see it, just lay back and spread your legs for me, little Yara,” Erik says while walking up to her. 

She did as she was told, laying back against her bed, her thighs still closed. The last time she saw Erik in a pair of briefs was years ago when he was about eighteen. He was changing his clothes in Micheal’s bedroom and the door was cracked. She peeked through the crack of the door at the exact moment Erik was changing out of his prom suit and into a relaxed fit for the senior prom after party. He was so slim back then. Looking at him now, he’s 27 years old and more of a man physically and mentally than he ever was at 18. She was excited and nervous all wrapped into one enormous gift. 

“I said spread your fuckin’ thighs too, didnt I?” 

“Yeah,” She says, spreading them but placing her hand over her pussy. Erik blew air out his nose while shaking his head.

“Little Yara…” Erik yanks her hand away, reaching his hands out to push her thighs back with a firm grip to keep her pussy spread open. Erik stared at her pussy with unblinking eyes before getting down on his knees. She waited while trying to keep her breathing under control but his silence and her pussy being wide open in his face made her anxious.

“Now that is beautiful...that chocolate and pink go good together.” 

The nastiness of his words and the desire in his voice has Yara lifting her head from the bed to stare at him from in between her thighs. He was studying her pussy like a famous Picasso painting. Erik’s thick fingers had her outer pussy lips pushed to the side so that he could look at her clit, inner folds, and tight canal. 

“Nice, fat, juicy pussy, little Yara.” 

“I’m not little…” she spoke with a low voice.

“You’re little until I see for myself how you take a big dick, so you can kill that girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara says when Erik’s thumb swipes her clit.

“You carry all this phat pussy around?” He asks while constantly circulating his thumb around her clit to make it more stiff.

“Yes,” she replied simply, only because she couldn’t fight the moans leaving her mouth.

“If Daddy slides his tongue up and down this yummy looking pussy you gon’ cum on my tongue like a good girl?” 

Yara rapidly nods her head, “Uhuh, yes.”

“If Daddy slides between your thighs and fuck your hot, wet pussy you gon’ be a good girl and take it?” 

“Unh, Yes-

“You better, otherwise you won’t be big Yara, just little Yara,” he teases, “Mhm, you’re ready to get busy, pussy was looking real tasty bent over that tub let me see if it’s true…”

Erik starts licking Yara’s outer pussy lips before allowing his saliva to drip to the tip of his tongue, making the shape of it flat before further moistening Yara’s inner folds and clit. Erik’s flat tongue hooked under her clit, before moving up and down, tracing it over her labia and then right over her clit and back down. Oh, she was engorged down there; erect clit and labia so sensitive from that action alone. 

“Oh, my God,” Yara’s hips would jerk each time he licked her. It was so generous the way he did it, never missing all the spots that made Yara go crazy. His tongue was making sweet love to her pussy and damn did she want to cum in his mouth. Erik stops, Yara sighing with frustration. He climbs further up her body, kissing her body along the way before taking the time to suck on her nipples. 

“Fuck, Erik,” She still couldn’t believe that this is her brother’s bestfriend feasting on her, “That shit is so good…” 

He took his tongue, licked around her large, dark areolas in a circular motion until his tongue reached the center; her nipple. At this point, the skin of her areolas had wrinkled like she was out in the cold from Erik’s tongue, her nipples pointy, hard, and suckable. That must have been a technique of his because her nipples are so damn hard if she touched them they wouldn’t move. When Erik’s lush lips wrapped around her right nipple, his eyes peeked through his lashes at her while he sucked causing Yara to gasp. 

“Mmmm, yes,” She didn’t realize nipple sucking could be so intense, “Erik, yes, keep doing that.”

He moved on to her left nipple, doing the same exact thing while keeping her right nipple nice and hard with his thumb so that he could go back to it and suck some more. She felt tingles throughout her body. Yara would purposely move her body so that her breast would fall from Erik’s mouth so he could follow her movements and catch it in his mouth again. That shit has her clit jumping. It had him so impatient that he takes both of his large hands, squeezing her large breasts, before sucking her nipples back and forth. Not one breast got more attention over the other. Each one got a good suck, lick, and nibble. 

“Erik, damn, you got my pussy wet as fuck,” Yara bites her lip, a hand on the back of his head and her thighs squeezing his waist, “That long, thick tongue and those juicy ass lips...damn, you got my titties feeling so good right now.”

Erik’s lips slowly release her right nipple, “These hard ass nipples on my tongue...got me feeling good too, dick is harder than a motherfucker.”

“Put your lips on my pussy again like you did,” Yara shimmied her hips, moving her body further up the bed so that her pussy was in his face again, “Look what you just did to my pussy, Erik,” she wines. 

“That phat motherfucker is ready, ready...Mr. king daughter is a freak.” 

“Yara giggles,” what my Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 

“Oooh, I like that.” Erik gave Yara all of his thick tongue and lips. He was french kissing her pussy, delivering licks and sucks at the same time. She just laid back, her fingers twirling her still hard nipples while Erik devoured her beautiful pussy. Yara’s wet pussy was slipping and sliding against Erik’s tongue. 

“Got my face buried in this sweet little pussy...this what you dreamed about the night you kissed me?”

Was he reading her mind while making her moan with his skilled tongue? She definitely did dream about him catching her in bed rubbing her clit with his name rolling off of her tongue. She surely did envision him tiptoeing in, closing her door shut softly, and sneaking up on her. She could picture it now while he sucked on her clit, his hand pushing her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. The startled feeling she felt in her dream, Yara could feel that when she woke up the next morning. Her pajama shorts were soaked between her legs. What Erik didn’t know about Yara was that even though she was a virgin, she sucked a high school friend turned boyfriend's dick, just so she could get a taste of something sexual without getting her walls broken in. Erik left her horny and curious for sex.

“You wanted me to eat this sweet young pussy that night, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yara found herself saying. She never called another guy daddy but Erik deserved that title. 

“You had on that little skirt too,” Erik sucks on two fingers, bringing them down so he can finger-fuck her, “wish I stuck my head up your skirt and ate this pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” Yara’s head went back, “Fuck...you’re stuffing me.”

“This ain’t nothing…” Erik’s fingers played around with her G-spot, “you wanna know how I would have eaten that pussy?”

Erik was playing into her fantasy. This entire situation was risky as fuck because Micheal could walk into that apartment at any moment and wonder where Erik was. Both Erik and Yara knew that Micheal could be long-winded but still, she knew they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that made it even more exciting. Yara replies with a Mhm while Erik’s fingers slid in and out of her now creamy pussy.

“I would have made you stand up with your hands pressed against the wall, your ass pushed out towards my face while I run my tongue in and out of both of your holes.” 

“That’s so sexy,” Yara moaned softly when Erik’s lips were back on her clit with his fingers still inside of her, “I wouldn’t be able to hide my moans...my dad would have heard everything…” Yara giggles then gasps from Erik sucking on her clit. She was about to cum, she could tell with how sensitive and tingling her clit became with each suck and thrust of his fingers. 

“Then Mr. King would know how much of a slut his daughter is,” Erik added some tongue into the mix, Yara’s back bending from the sensation. 

The intensity of Erik’s motions reached a high point and now Yara is convulsing, releasing her cum all over Erik’s fingers. With his fingers still inside of her, Erik uses his tongue to clean her off everywhere else. Yara almost forgot how exciting and satisfying it felt to cum. Erik’s fingers slide out and instead of sucking her off of his fingers, he brings them to her mouth for her to do it. Yara opened her mouth graciously, Erik’s fingers running up and down her tongue. Yara’s lips wrapped around his fingers to suck them clean. She tasted sweet with a bit of tang. 

“That shit is good, ain’t it? Bet this is how you clean yourself off you nasty girl,” Erik’s hand grabs the back of Yara’s head, pulling her in so that he could kiss her. Her taste was still on his tongue. His lips overpowered hers but that didn’t stop Yara from keeping up with him. She would suck all on his lips with each kiss, practically bruising them in the process. He’s a sloppy kisser, not sloppy as in unpleasant. He knows how to kiss that’s for damn sure, he just likes to leave his mark by adding extra saliva to the mix. Yara’s chin was covered in it the more her body felt dizzy and unsteady from his kisses.

“Touch what I’m beating this puss up with,” He spoke against her lips. Yara’s hand went down between his legs, grabbing him through his boxers. She wanted to scream a giant YES to the ceiling. That big black dick in her hand was so electrifying for her. Just stroking him through his boxers while they kissed made her mouth water and her opening twitch. 

“After you get this dick, little Yara, you won’t want dick from any other nigga.”

She believed it. Yara wanted to see how he looked now. Feeling it already has her in a puddle of her own juices, there is no telling how much more drenched she will be when she gets that dick in her mouth and in her guts. Was this really happening? Was she really about to suck her brother's best friend's dick? Was she really about to fuck her brother’s best friend? Yara slips her hand inside of Erik’s briefs, her fingers stroking past his groomed pubic hair before wrapping around his abundant shaft. She just held his length in her hand in full disbelief that she is touching his dick. 

“How bad do you wanna get that throat fucked right now?”

“Really bad,” Yara says with a whisper as if Mike were in the next room, “I won’t hesitate to put it in my mouth, daddy, I wanna make you feel so fucking good.” 

“Show me, don’t tell me, little Yara.” Erik went flat on his back, Yara’s eyes falling to the big tent in the front of his briefs. She gets on her knees, taking both of her hands to pull his briefs down. When she did, Yara smiled before biting her lip. Yara grabs him up fully, his long, beautiful black dick standing straight up in her face all nice and hard. Yara still has the T-shirt around her hair to soak up the water so she didn’t need to tie her hair up like she usually did. Leaning forward, Yara licks the tip of Erik’s dick, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“After I had that dream about you, I asked this guy I graduated with if I could come over to...you know...suck his dick,” Yara looks over at Erik while taking him into her warm, little mouth. Erik’s eyes closed one after the other while a deep, satisfying moan escaped his mouth. 

“Goddamn girl, that dream had you going out to suck some dick?” He couldn’t keep his eyes open for a second with the way Yara was sucking on the tip of his dick while jerking his shaft with a twist of her wrist. 

“Mhm,” She hummed, concentrating with all her energy on sucking his dick up, showing Erik her skills. With each suck, Erik’s dick seemed to wake up more and more. She was sucking on a master level that Erik had never experienced from another woman. Her lips were a weapon of mass destruction. Now, Yara’s hands were on the bed and she was sucking Erik’s dick with just the strength of her jaws. 

“Do that shit girl, I needed this shit right here,” Erik sat up on one elbow, reaching out with his other hand to pull the T-shirt from around her hair so that he could pull on it, “I love how you suck dick, Yara, who taught you this?” 

She didn’t respond, too busy trying to slobber all over his dick. She wasn’t about to stop especially when something she thought about doing for a long time was finally happening for her and making her gobble. She was sucking his long, heavy dick so deep her lips almost touched his balls. 

“Your lips were made to suck dick that’s why you do it with so much passion...you ain’t even gotta tell me.”

Erik needed her to know how good she was making him feel. Erik strokes her damp hair back, while trying to keep it together from the way Yara’s lips tightly suctioned his dick. This girl was inhaling his dick, moaning, blinking her eyes at him like she wasn’t currently sucking a fat black dick. He was afraid to bust a nut now, wondering if his cum would shoot out of her nose with how deep she was taking him. No wonder why she kept telling him she isn’t little. Yara’s hand grabbing Erik’s balls had him sitting up fully now. She didn’t warn him, just grabbed his nuts in her hand and started stroking them to life. They grew tight in her hand the more she stroked and she did all of this while still sucking his dick. Yara enjoyed sucking dick since the first time it happened for her after the wet dream she had about Erik. She especially loves the reactions he gave her whenever she sucked his dick or tugged gently on his balls. The throbbing of his dick, the stiffness of his body, the look on his face, his moans, the way he pulled on her hair. 

“You got this dick all in your throat, that’s a good girl, I love a bitch who can throat this dick.” She took that as a badge of honor, aiming to milk his dick like the nasty little bitch she is. 

“swallow your whole dick when you cum or just keep suckin’ on the head?” 

“Do whatever you want girl, I don’t care, as long as you suck on this dick like you been doing it doesn't matter to me.” 

She knew that Erik was shocked beyond words at seeing Yara sucking his dick like that. He had no clue she was this freaky. Why didn’t he come back to town sooner? He could have experienced this killer head months ago. He was cumming and Yara didn’t stop to take a breath. At this point she could feel his dick thickening in her mouth. With a guttural groan, Erik finally gives Yara what she worked so hard for. The force of his cum pushing out of his beautiful tool into her wanting mouth, passing into her throat and down into her tummy had her love that dick like he was her man. 

“Fuck, you drained my shit, you really missed me,” Erik’s dick was twitching in her hand, “Bend over on this bed, I’m tryna see what that pussy do now.” 

Yara bends over the bed, her back making a crescent moon shape. Erik stood from the bed behind Yara, pulling her by her hips so that she was closer to the edge of the bed. He was ready to give Yara balls deep, long strokes in her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see what her pussy felt like, so much that he didn’t take his time. Erik took hold of his dick in one hand, a handful of Yara’s ass in the other, and then with his hips Erik slid himself inside in one clean motion. Yara looked back at Erik, an enraptured look on her face. 

“Got dayummmmmm,” He dragged out.

 He had to extend his hand out and grab hold of her hair, yanking it back and making her arch deeper. That was perfect because Yara is much shorter than Erik and he needed that ass as high as possible so he could fuck her better like her pussy was a bottomless pit. Yara didn’t have time to breathe when Erik started stroking her pussy. She couldn’t express how much she needed him to get her this soaked and bust her pussy open. She was sweating from all the shaking her body was doing. 

“Getting that pussy fucked from the back is your favorite huh? Look at you, give me that pussy girl,” Erik smacks her ass, “that ass is fat and firm.” 

“Damn, daddy,” Yara kept saying the more Erik’s dick went in and out of her at a moderate pace, “Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy.” 

While Yara was getting her pussy fucked on the edge of her bed, her cell was ringing. She didn’t care about that with all that dick in her stomach. He wasn’t even going at the pace he wanted to yet. Fuck, he was long stroking her pussy. Yara grabs for her sheets, Erik letting go of her hair to grab a hold of her hips. He started blowing Yara’s back out and she threw it back on him just as hard. It was hot, sweaty, and perfect. Her heart was racing from the thought of Mike walking in at any moment and how good he felt inside of her. 

“Slut me out, daddyyyyyyy!!,” Yara shouts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Erik spoke roughly, “all that fuckin’ yelling, speak that shit into the pillow, ma.”

“I can’t help it, mmmmmmm, shit,” She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, “oh MY!!!!”

Yara’s shimmering, jiggling ass was hypnotic. Her sweat was dripping down the middle of her back and down the crack of her ass. 

“FUCK.” He said.

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, was the sound made the more Erik pounded her chocolate cakes. Yara creamed on his shaft the more he beat her tight pussy in. She was grown like she said, and she was proving that to him the more he fucked her. Bang bang bang bang, it intensified. 

“TAKE THIS DICK.”

“Yes-

“You hear your pussy? That pussy is wet as fuck, baby girl...this ain’t even your pussy anymore this is my pussy,” the bounce of her ass had Erik going crazy, “THATS RIGHT BABY Make it rain on this dick.”

Yara was squirting on his dick and Erik just kept on beating that pussy up from behind. 

“You better let me get this pussy again, Yara,” It was an order. Yara was throwing that ass with tenacity, “Dirty slut, nasty fucking slut, taking this big black dick, fat fucking pussy creaming all over my fucking dick, my favorite kind of pussy.” 

Yara was throwing her pussy the whole time they fucked without stopping. Erik’s dick was nothing but steel covered flesh the longer he fucked her. He wanted to tear Yara ass up in multiple positions on her bed but he knew that would take all night and Mike would be back soon. He could feel himself ready to explode the more she soaked his dick with her pussy.

Unh! Oooo! Ah! Shit! Yes! 

She was moaning on a loop for Erik. He was fucking her fast and hard until she came all over his dick again. He was right behind her, his hands so heavy on her hips that he was pushing her down onto the bed. She was going to feel this in the morning. 

“Fuck...show me who’s daddy,” she says, “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this! Oh goddd!” 

“I wish I could do it all night long, baby-

“Take me with you, FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” 

“Goddamn, Yara, shit, I’m about to cum in your pussy-

“Fuck this tight pussy up daddy!!!”

“Arrrgghhhhhhh SHIT.” Erik was filling Yara’s pussy full of cum. He didn’t want to pull out of her pussy. 

“Oh my, God,” She spoke breathlessly. “That dick feels so good, baby.” 

“Big girls need big dick,” Erik says before his dick slipped out of her pussy. He was still hard and it wasn’t going to go down for the rest of the night. Yara pushes Erik’s cum out of her pussy so that he could see how much filled her up. He spanked her ass for that. 

“Yara...I swear to fucking God...don’t make me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are.”

“I can call out of work, we can finish this at your place,” Yara was already going to be late, might as well get dressed and go with Erik. 

“Can’t, baby girl, I’m not staying at my own spot right now,” Erik looked like he didn’t want to talk about it, “I don’t have your number, let’s exchange and we can try to make plans...you still gotta go to work right?”

“I’m gonna be late,” Yara is off of her bed now, grabbing a folded sleep shirt to pull over her body. “Like thirty minutes late. Unless I take an Uber.” 

“I’ll take you.”

Yara didn’t give Erik time to get dressed with how quickly she was on him. They were kissing, once again the risk of Micheal walking in the last thing on their minds. 

“Yara,” Erik grabs her hair, “Come on, get dressed, I’ll take you to work.” 

Yara reluctantly pulled away so Erik could get dressed. He quickly pulled on his jeans without worrying about his briefs, grabbed his shirt and jacket in one hand and walked to Yara’s door. Erik opened it carefully, peeking out in the hall towards the living room. A sigh of relief came from him and that’s when he turned back inside of Yara’s bedroom, unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall around his feet.

“Suck this dick, girl,” He points to the floor, “On your fucking knees.” 

Yara was on her knees and sucking his dick in time.

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“You good, my G? You’ve been MIA for over a week now.” 

Mike was in the middle of cooking some spicy chicken ramen noodles while talking on the phone with Erik. Yara was hanging around in the living room watching TV with her eyes staring straight ahead into the kitchen at Mike’a back. He had a durag on his head, a black T-shirt, and some drawstring shorts on. He laughs into the phone while stirring his noodles around in the pot with a fork. 

“So you found your place then? That’s what’s up! When are you moving your shit out of CeCe’s place?” 

That name made Yara roll her eyes. Just like Mike, she hadn’t spoken to Erik in a while too. For her it was two days straight. He would call her during the afternoon or late at night to see how she was doing with school and just life in general. Of course, their conversations turned freaky but neither of them acted on anything since he came over that Friday night. It was mainly because of where he stayed and then Mike was always home doing freelance work. Yara couldn’t sleep in her bed without thinking about her and Erik having sex. It took her all weekend before she changed her sheets. His cologne and natural musk was threaded in the fabric. 

“You know my mama is having a family thing at her place tomorrow, you wanna come through? I told her you were back and she wants to see you.” 

Yara’s eyes lit up. At first she didn’t want to go to her moms since she couldn’t stand her step-father's side of the family minus her step-cousin, Lauren, but now that Erik could possibly show up, Yara was counting down the long minutes. She had a lot of packing to do, looking through her wardrobe for whatever eye-catching fits. Yara caught Michael’s eye and he stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. Yara shakes her head at him before bringing her eyes back to the TV. 

“Damn, she’s gonna be disappointment, man.”

Yara could feel her heart dropping to her stomach and a tiny frown pulled the corners of her lips down. Well, so much for looking forward to tomorrow. 

“Yeah yeah well let me know if you change your mind, cuz… Aight, I’ll holla,” Mike hangs up, pocketing his cell.

“That was Erik?” Yara casually asks. 

“Yeah, he found his place. He can’t make it tomorrow because he got some business to take care of.”

“Oh,” Yara tried to hide her saddened tone but Micheal caught that.

“What’s up with you sounding all sad?” 

“Nothing,” Yara turns off the TV, “I’m going to my room. When my packages come just leave them on the table I’ll open them later.” 

“Let me guess, a new pair of sneakers?” 

“None of your fucking business,” Yara yelled over her shoulder while walking to her room. She closes her door, walking up to her bed before flopping down on it, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pulls up Erik’s contact, calling him up so that she could hear his voice for the first time that day. He picked up on the second ring, his voice sounding like an echo on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you?” Yara asks.

“Damn, hello,” He spoke defensively.

“Hi, E.” She smiles.

“...Mike didn’t tell you?”

“Why does Mike need to tell me? You have my number,” Yara says with an attitude. 

“Yo...What’s your problem?” 

“You gonna tell me where you are?” Yara completely ignores his question.

“Since you’re so pressed, little Yara, I’m walking through my new place, just getting a feel for it.” 

“With the way your voice is echoing I’m sure it’s hella nice...can I come live with you?”

“Yara,” Erik laughs, “You gonna let Mike know about that? That nigga would have my neck.” 

“I’m just playing,” Yara quickly changes the subject, “So...my mom is having a little something at her place this weekend...do you wanna come?”

“Uh, I don’t think I can. I would love to, but I already told Mike that I can’t.”

“Damn, that sucks,” Yara sighs, “I miss seeing your face.”

“I miss seeing your pretty face too...you’re in your room, right?” 

“Yep, I’m by myself...why?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I can still feel those juicy ass lips sucking on my balls, you got daddy missing that deep throat, girl.” 

“I’m happy you love my dick-sucking skills,” Yara giggles, “I can still taste your cum…I can still hear your sexy deep voice in my ear telling me you’re about to cum.”

“Shit, now I’m picturing you swallowing my whole dick at that moment...how is my pussy doing?”

“It’s been a minute...what do you think?”  

“I’m thinking I need to hear that shit...put her on the phone.” 

Yara turns over onto her back, putting her phone on speaker before pulling her biker shorts and panties down, spreading her thighs. She grabs her phone, bringing it down between her legs before taking her finger, inserting inside of herself before wiggling it around. The wet, smacking sounds of his puss could be heard through the phone. He waited until Yara was finished before talking again. 

“Damn...that wet fucking pussy.”

“Mhm,” she says.

“You gon’ rub your pussy on my face next time I see you, pretty bitch?”

“Expect me to cum on your face, I’ll rub my clit all up and down that scruffy ass beard,” Yara giggles.

“Now how am I gonna get a taste?” Erik laughs.

“You will when I decide to sit on your tongue.”

“When you decide? You calling shots now? Taking this dick doesn’t make you in charge, Yara, I’m in charge and when I say sit that pussy on my lips you gon’ do it.”

“Just come over here and get this pussy,” Yara says while rubbing her clit.

“Girl if I come over their I would fuck you retarded...but nah you know Mike is home…”

“I guess you don’t want me to make eight inches of your dick disappear in my mouth and you know I don’t have a gag reflex so it would stay in my throat just like your dick would stay inside my pussy…”

“What about the rest of my dick? You got more to go, girl daddy is much bigger than that.”

“Like I said, no gag reflex, I’ll try.”

“I need you, my dick is dumb hard…too bad I can’t right now. I’m gonna be moving in my shit all damn day into tomorrow.” Erik groans.

“Okay, Erik,” Yara rolls over onto her side, “I’ll just see you whenever.”

“Don’t be like that, girl...I gotta go...I love you.” 

Yara blushes, “I love you too with your annoying ass.”

“Aight, I’ll talk to you later, pretty girl, we can pick up where we left off.” 

“K, bye,” Yara spoke softly into the phone before hanging up. 

He said that he loved her. He had love for her, true, but it would feel better if it was romantic love. Hearing him say the words were enough though, Yara couldn’t stop blushing into her pillow. 

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Being back at her mom’s place brought back bittersweet feelings. Yara knew her brother wouldn’t end things properly with Evette, Yara had to endure her brother having sex almost the entire night. Evette’s hair is no longer bright red. She dyed it hot pink. The color job wasn’t perfect which shocked Yara because Evette is supposed to be a licensed cosmetologist with her own shop and everything. She was driving since Mike wanted to freely roll up his blunt and drink his Henny without worrying about being the designated driver. When they pulled up, Their mother’s house was already packed full of cars. It’s probably her step-father’s side of the family. Yara did however smile when she noticed the big red Cadillac Escalade. That was Yara’s step-cousin, Lauren’s truck. 

“Damn, where the fuck am I supposed to park? On the grass?” Evette complains while sucking her teeth. 

“Just park one house down, Evette, ain’t no thing,” Mike places his blunt behind his ear.

“Easy for you to say, nigga, you ain’t driving.”

“You’re the one that said it was cool, don’t pull that shit.” 

“Are y’all gonna argue the entire time we’re here?” Yara finally says before opening her door to exit when Evette parked. Neither of them responded to her which was better since hearing their voices the entire ride over annoyed her to an end. Yara pulls out her keys, finding the exact one to her mother’s place while walking up to the house.

 It was spacious, open living both indoors and out with this exquisite Steve Kubitschek-designed Craftsman home. Located at the top of a private cul-de-sac in the tight-knit Woodside Glen community of 21 modern homes, it's a hidden gem in Oakland's leafy Montclair neighborhood.  Yara couldn’t deny it, she enjoyed the fabulous open layout with upscale touches, including a gourmet island kitchen with breakfast nook, great room with gas fireplace, and luxurious master suites with a soaking tub and views of the Bay. She used to sit out on the expanded deck, studying while being surrounded by the apple, apricot and fig trees her mother planted. Behind the yard is a little-known trailhead into Joaquin Miller Park's 500 acres of redwood groves and lush creeksides where Yara used to hike and bike ride. 

“Mama!!!” Yara yelled when they entered. 

She could smell her mother’s cooking. Her eyes looked up at the soaring 14 foot ceilings, and around at the newly decorated home. Her mother finally took her advice and decided to change the boring, puke green. It was a beautiful design with earth tones that matched her mother’s green thumb energy. Every fresh herb, vegetable, and fruit her mother cooked with came from her garden. Sometimes she would go to her local Trader Joe’s or Farmer’s Market. Evette oo’ed and ahhh’ed behind Yara the further they walked inside. Climbing a small set of stairs that led into the kitchen, Yara found her mother chatting it up with a few of her step-father’s sister’s with a glass of white wine in her hand. The patio door was open so that meant that everyone else was out back, her step-father probably grilling up steaks, ribs, and home-made burgers patties.

“YARA!” Her step-Aunt, the youngest of the three, Benita says. She gave Yara a veneer smile before stretching her arms out for a hug. Yara gives her a quick hug.

“Hey baby,” Yara’s mom, Kendra says before kissing her daughter’s curly head, “Are you gonna stay with me this weekend?”

“Yes, mama, I have my bag in the car, hello Stacey,” 

“Hello,” Stacey is Benita’s sister. She’s stand-offish but not like Yara could be, she did that because she didn’t care for Yara. Stacey is Lauren’s mom. Lauren couldn’t stand her mother for many reasons.

Mike and Evette greet everyone as well while Yara goes out back to say hello to the others. She decided to be nice and give her stepdad a hug before practically running up to Lauren. Lauren is a literal sweetheart. She’s the same age as Yara and she’s a nurse. Lauren’s pretty features reminded Yara of Saweetie a little bit. She came with her boyfriend that Yara only met once before named KC, he has features that remind Yara of Omarion. Both girls caught up with each other like old times, laughing, gossiping, and sharing good news. Yara didn’t see not one family member that was blood, all were married into the family. She didn’t feel too disappointed, it was still pretty early and her family can be known to be fashionably late. 

Back in the house, Yara asks Evette to open her car so that Yara could get her bag out. Once she came back inside, Yara found her old room, sitting her bag on the bed that was neatly made. She has her own bathroom in her room with a jacuzzi tub. She couldn’t wait to unwind and take a bubble bath. Walking back out and down the steps, Yara could make out her mother screaming excitedly at the top of her lungs. Yara went down the remaining steps two at a time before making her way towards the kitchen speedily. Yara couldn’t believe who had just arrived after saying he wouldn’t be able to show up. She wanted to punch him in his pretty face.

“ERIK! LOOK AT YOU!!” Kendra was amazed while she looked at Erik. He simply smiles, showcasing his deep dimples and bright white smile with gold slugs on his bottom canines. His curly fro looked extra moisturized, the coils neatly placed and springy and he is fresh from head to toe as usual. 

“It’s good to see you Miss. Kendra.”

His deep voice… Yara had to control her legs from shaking.

“Voice all deep, muscles, the hair!!! My God is this really my son’s best friend?!” Kendra pulls Erik in for another hug, “I’m so glad you came! You have to stay with me this weekend. Mike is staying too! It’ll be like old times when you used to spend the night.” 

“I packed an overnight bag.” 

Yara inwardly cheered.

“Yara? Come say hi to Erik,” Kendra says, ushering Yara over with a quick wave of her hand.

“I saw him like a week ago, mama,” Yara came over anyway, giving Erik a hug, “Glad you came.”

“Erik, can you believe this is Yara? I mean, she used to be so petite! Now she has more hips than me! She was little Yara to you, what are you gonna call her now, huh?”

“I’ll have to think of a new nickname,” Erik looks Yara up and down. Yara can tell he was trying his hardest not to appear obvious with his attraction towards her, “She’s a woman now.”

“Mhm, I have to keep reminding myself that she is 21 now,” Kendra pouts while smoothing her hand over Yara’s face. 

“Where is your new husband? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet,” Erik says, stopping Kendra from crying. 

“Oh, he’s out back, come with me,” Kendra loops her arm through Erik’s, walking him out back. Yara lets out a shaky breath. He’s here and he’s going to spend the night. Perfect, now, they didn’t need to sneak around and fuck without suspicion, he’s sleeping here. They would just have to be a little quiet. That won’t be a problem, the walls are soundproof thanks to her stepfather. Yara lingered near the patio door, listening to her step dad, mother, and Erik talk. 

“This is Fred. Fred, this is Mike’s childhood friend, Erik.”

They shake hands. Yara caught Erik’s eye. He winked at her and that motion shot straight to her clit. This event couldn’t be over fast enough. Yara knew it was going to take a while since it just started and family tends to linger even after it’s over. Time went on and everyone mingled and danced before the food was finally ready. Inside, an assembly line of people with plates wrapped around the kitchen and dining room. Everyone wanted to talk to Erik. He couldn’t even sit in the fire pit outside and enjoy his meal without someone holding a conversation with him and that included Mike to Evette’s dismay, she occupied most of her time on her phone. 

Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yara whenever they crossed paths. Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Clearly, Yara was the stunner out of all the women at that gathering that wanted his attention. Short, shapely legs oiled down, little denim skirt on, and a clingy top that struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place. Each time she reached for her plate or cup it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. Shit, with the way Erik was staring at her he wouldn’t complain if they had spilled out right into his hands. 

Yara noticed how the other women, no matter how old or young made it their duty to keep Erik company. Whenever Yara came near him, she would touch his arm or shoulder, and each time, Erik felt something surge through his body. He couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or his own lust playing tricks on him. She was putting on a show for real. Yara would sashay through the yard and Erik could tell it was on purpose. Her hips had him stunned. Yara had a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There is nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black woman.

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Yara was two plates full and on her second cup of Ciroc with lemonade. She had just finished doing the Cupid shuffle, more than excited to join especially since some of her blood relatives arrived. She looked around the yard and noticed Erik, Mike, and Evette are missing. They probably all went on a smoke break out front. When Yara went looking, she didn’t spot them out front at all. She knew they couldn’t be in the house because Yara’s mom didn’t like smoking in her house since it left a lingering smell. Yara finally decided to walk the trail that she usually did when she lived there. Sure enough, Mike, Evette, Erik, and one of her annoying ass step-cousins, Lyric, were smoking weed and shooting the shit. Mike gave Erik a look while passing him the blunt before tilting his head in Lyric’s direction. 

Lyric is cute, but she’s not Yara. Erik gave her a quick once over before shrugging a single shoulder. Yara didn’t like that. She wanted to see him shake his head not shrug a shoulder like he wasn’t sure. All this good pussy Yara has to offer he better come correct. She turned away to leave but once again, Mike’s keen eyes caught her before she could make her exit.

“You have a serious habit of sneaking up on niggas and spying,” Mike jokes, causing Lyric to snort a laughter. 

“Shut up, fool, I was just wondering where y’all went, that’s all,” Yara walked up to them all, avoiding Erik’s eyes. He was probably giving her a teasing smile.

“You don’t even smoke.”

“And?” Yara takes a sip of her drink, “Now that I know where y’all are, I’m gonna head back.” 

“Uh-huh, I keep forgetting your 21 now with that drink in your hand.” 

“Why does my age have to be the topic of conversation? I’m sick of that shit.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in over two years. Last time you were 19 so,” Lyric finally speaks up.

“Whatever, I’m out,” Yara turns, walking back up the trail that led to the house. She was bothered and she wanted to be alone for a little bit. Erik brought up her age, then her mother, then a few other family members, then Mike, and then Lyric. It was giving her a headache. 

The event slowed down and the family that did stay later gathered around the big fire pit in her mother’s yard to talk and drink. Yara was seated between Erik and Mike. She was feeling her drink and it was peaceful. Yara loves that stage of being tipsy where you’re completely coherent and know exactly what's going on but you feel so loose and free at the same time and your typing skills blow but you can feel the blood flowing throughout your entire body and it's just warm and fuzzy and nice and amazing. 

It was dark minus the warm, low, glow of the yard lights and the fire making all the melanin surrounding her have an orange glow. She glances up at Erik and he looks down at her, giving Yara a small smile before one arm comes up and around the back of her. She bites her lip, trying her hardest to appear discrete with how horny she felt. Yara shivers when she feels Erik’s fingers on the back of her neck, softly playing with the curls at the nape of her neck. Her lips parted and she brought her cup up to hide her soft sighs. Erik was dragging the flat part of his nails up and down the back of her neck. No one could see what he was doing since it was dark. Just when her nipples become erect, Erik stops, bringing his hand back down to rest in his lap. 

Yara’s phone vibrates in her lap. She picks it up, her family's laughter surrounding her. Taking a look, she sees a message from Erik. She opens her phone, turning down the light so that it wasn’t too noticeable. Leaning back a little, Yara brings her phone closer to her face. She froze when she opened his message. Erik sends her a nasty gif of a girl taking a dick just as big as Erik’s while she was holding her legs up. She was creaming all over his dick while he fucked her slow.

Who’s daughter can I do this to tonight?

Yara closes her eyes. She brings her cup to her lips to hide her excitement. He really sexted her at this moment. He wanted to torture her, she would play along. 

Miss Kendra’s daughter 💦

She could see him in her peripheral looking at her text. He starts typing.

I’m a tear up your insides. 

Yara’s leg jerked. 

I can always handle more. 

Mike laughing loudly next to her startled her. She almost forgot where she was. 

Okay, we’ll see. You looking good too. You gon’ have me in trouble girl cuz I’m not gonna be able to keep my dick out of you for a second.

That’s a challenge I’m willing to take daddy!

Yara’s phone buzzed a few times back to back 

In the mood to be sucking on a fat clit n even fatter pussy lips 👅

Let me suck that pussy in my mouth... I’m nice and faded too. I'll eat you up Yara I wish you were over my face right now. You like how nasty I’m texting you while you’re surrounded by your family? They don’t know their little Yara likes to get her pussy ate and fucked with a big dick.

“Shit,” Yara spoke to herself. She wrapped a single arm around her belly to calm her butterflies. Yes, she did enjoy the nasty talk in front of her family. They were too busy talking to notice how antsy Yara is and all the squirming she was doing to get friction on her clit. She couldn’t sit there anymore. 

“Leaving?” Kendra says to a few family members who are standing. After that others started filing out, saying their goodbyes and planning to do this again soon. Evette and Mike are all boo’d up, talking closely to each other. Yara stands, pulling her skirt down, and stepping over Evette’s feet to leave the fire pit.

“Going in, baby?” Kendra says.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take a quick shower and relax, love you mama.”

“Love you too, I’m making a big breakfast tomorrow.”

Yara looked at Erik who was sitting there with low eyes from being cross faded. She wanted him to follow her but that would be too obvious. She walked as quickly as possible back inside of the house. No one was around so she stopped in the kitchen to grab some water and take a breather. Yara could hear footsteps behind her. She turns, coming face to face with Erik. Yara looked towards the patio, wondering if anyone followed him in.

“They are still outside, bend over real quick.”

“Erik,” Yara was scared to do it so out in the open.

“It’s okay, just bend over for me...I just wanna take a peek, I know that pussy is wet.”

“I don’t know-

“Yara, I’m not playing with you. You’ve been teasing me all day let me see that pussy.”

Yara looks towards the door again before turning around, pressing her body against the counter. Yara brings one thick leg up onto the counter top, her denim skirt riding up to reveal hot pink panties. Yara pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and right there sitting fat, lips forming a shape of a heart was Yara’s pussy. She takes two fingers, spreading her sticky lips for Erik to see. 

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” 

He was behind her quickly, his fingers rubbing up and down her pussy. Stepping away, Erik sucks on his fingers. 

“Soon as they leave I’m coming upstairs and I'm pounding that ass so good this whole house gon’ wake up.” 

Yara takes her leg down, fixing her skirt. She did it just in time when some other family members walked in, waving goodbye. When they leave, Yara and Erik laugh at almost being caught. 

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It was late, well past three in the morning. Yara was freshly bathed and in a T-shirt, her chocolate ringlets pulled up into a pineapple above her head. She knew her mom was probably in the kitchen doing some last minute cleaning so Yara didn’t want to look suspicious walking past her to go to Erik’s basement room. She had to wait another hour before texting Erik to come up stairs. 

Which room?

Yara leaves her door cracked.

The door is cracked. 

She tiptoed back to her bed after shutting off her bedroom lights, the only thing igniting her room is the glare from the TV. 

Is your mom still down stairs? I could have sworn I heard her in the kitchen. 

Yara took that as a sign to go check. She leaves her room at the same time her mother was walking down the hall with a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Still hungry?” Kendra asks her daughter.

“No, just thirsty, mama.” 

Kendra kisses her cheek before walking to her master suite, “Alrighty girl, goodnight, I’m gonna need it.” 

“Night, mama.” 

Kendra pushes her bedroom door opened, entering, then closing it shut all the way. Yara walks back to her room, picking up her phone to text Erik.

I’m coming down.

He instantly texts back.

Coming to me this time? Lol 

SHUT UP!

Yara grabs her phone, leaving her room. She made sure her door was closed, she didn’t expect her mother to come knocking this late. Yara makes her way to the large basement, walking past her step father’s man cave and the home gym. There, straight ahead with the door cracked is where Erik is staying. Yara pushes open the door slowly. Peeking her head inside. Erik is laying back on the bed with one foot hanging over the edge, the other propped up and swinging from side to side. He’s completely naked and Yara could see his used towel hanging on a hook behind the half bathroom door with a standing shower. 

“Quick close that door,” Erik whispers.

Yara closes it, walking fully into the room only lit with a small table lamp. Erik sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling Yara into his arms. Their lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Their hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Yara’s soft backside felt good as he grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against his groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of his back and up to his shoulders. Erik broke the kiss to pull Yara’s T-shirt up and over her body, nothing underneath. His eyes landed on the breasts that teased him all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as his tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. The contrast of Erik’s russet skin against Yara’s café-au-lait complexion provided the ideal blend of colors. 

“These big ass titties, and you ain’t have no bra on either,” Erik felt his bare dick wedge between the cheeks of Yara’s curvy ass.

“Why did you shrug about Lyric?” Yara asks while watching Erik suck on her titties. 

“You caught that? Girl...I ain’t worried about her so why are you bringing her up? She’s cute...what did you want me to do tell Mike that I’m fucking his sister instead?”

“You should have just said you weren’t interested, Don’t play with me, Erik,” Yara warns him.

“Girl? You need to calm the fuck down, better yet, get on your knees. Let’s see if that gag reflex is real...swallow all ten inches of this dick.”

Yara didn’t move quick enough so Erik gave her a little push, Yara finally getting down on her knees. Erik’s freshly washed dick was in her hand again and Yara wasted no time spitting on him to lube him up before fitting his dick down her throat. She made it to eight inches before pushing further, his ten inches all the way down her throat now.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Erik spoke with a sotto voice, “suck that nut out, girl.” 

Yara kept eye contact with Erik while she deep-throated him. She drew Erik’s dick from her mouth to spit on it some more. Yara repeated that gesture over and over, engulfing Erik’s throbbing dick then pulling it from her mouth. He tried to keep his grunts and moans as low as possible, but the danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. Yara continued to moan while her lips were dragging up and down his dick. She starts using her tongue now, wiggling it under the tip of his dick. 

“Damn, Erik, it’s so thick.” She says wit spit hanging from her lips.

Her hot mouth devouring his dick caused Erik’s eyes to roll shut. Yara sucked it in and out of her mouth again, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. Yara played with his dick as if it were her own personal joystick. Yara worked her mouth down Erik’s elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.

“It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from his saliva-coated shaft, “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.” 

“Oh yeah? You make that sound like a challenge...drain my dick first and then we’ll see about that.”

Yara started sucking him into utopia again. Erik was reminded of her skills and it had him palming the back of her head so that he could fuck her throat. The entire night he had to conceal his hard dick in his jeans and when his dick is so stiff like that it pulsates painfully and his balls feel like their dragging. That means he’s going to cum damn near a bucket full until he’s fully emptied. 

“Good girl, I needed this so bad you don’t even understand...had me changing my plans just so I can spend time with you.”

“Mmm,” Yara moans.

“Yes, suck that shit baby, fuck, yes, that’s how you do it, milk this dick girl, fuck, Yara,” Erik was struggling to be in control that his hand left the back of her head to grip the edge of the bed, “good bitch suck daddy’s dick, do what you love, suck this dick.”

Yara continues to swallow Erik’s dick while looking him innocently in the eyes. His face scrunched up and that’s when his thick dick erupted in Yara’s mouth. Erik didn’t even give her time to drain him fully as he lifted her off of the ground, his dick still leaking cum. Erik falls back on the bed, his hands roughly squeezing her ass while pushing her hips forward so that she could climb on top of his face. Yara didn’t even sit on his face fully before Erik’s lips were wrapped around her clit. 

“Come on girl bounce that pussy on my tongue.”

Yara starts bouncing her ass, Erik’s thick, flat tongue swiping over her pussy each time she comes down on him. He ate her pussy like he craved that shit all the time. Erik’s hands are on Yara’s back, pushing her to keep those hips moving. She could feel nothing but lips and tongue down there. Now, Erik’s tongue is darting in and out of Yara’s pussy. Yara’s sexy voice moaning above him had his tongue flickering back and forth rapidly and applying so much pressure Yara is quivering and dripping all in his mouth. He wanted Yara to sit on his face all day and night 

“Daddy, can I squat on your face like this all weekend? I like the way you suck on my pussy.” 

“You know you got a place on my face, I’ll eat this pussy on sight,” Erik spoke briefly before he caused Yara’s pussy to drip on his tongue yet again. 

“Unh, shit!!!” Yara shouts. Good thing the walls are soundproof because she would have woken up the entire house. She continued to cum in Erik’s mouth while this pussy eating monster kept on licking, “Erik, baby, fuck.”

Erik ended it with a suck to her clit before lifting from between her legs. Beard soaked, Erik leans down to kiss her with a grab of her jaw before pushing her down on the bed. Erik is on his knees now, positioning Yara on her back. He brings both of her legs straight up, instructing for her to keep them in the air. He was mimicking that gif that he sent her. Yara peeked around her legs at him, watching Erik take his fat dick in hand before pushing it between her thighs so that she could feel how much tighter her pussy is in this position. Yara’s eyes look up at the ceiling with her mouth falling open. 

“That’s how I fucking do it baby,” he barked out.

“Umm, I love your hard dick,” Yara exclaimed while Erik strokes her, trying to push himself all the way in. He was having a hard time now with all her thigh meat so Erik spreads her thighs instead. The second he did that, Yara gasps, “oh, yes...yes-yes-yes-yes I feel that hard black dick,” her mouth went wide, “yes-yes-yes ummm fuck!!! You’re stretching the fuck out of my pussy,” Yara spoke through clenched teeth. Erik didn’t stop, that was a sign for him to pick up the pace and keep going.

“This is some deep pussy, you are creaming all over my dick, baby,” Erik struggled to keep her shaky legs open, “Stop all that shaking, girl,” Yara squealed over and over each time Erik bottomed out inside of her, “Yara, I’m not playing with you, keep that ass still so I can get in this pussy.” 

“Oh, shit,” Yara covered her face, “Daddy.” 

“You know you want it all, don’t fight it. Just lie there and let it happen. Say how much you want it all. ask daddy to pound my pussy and then see what happens.” 

Yara may be thick but her body is little and lithe compared to Erik’s. She was being folded in half and now Erik was really filling her up, his balls slapping her ass and everything. Erik has all the time in the world now since last time. His dick is so big and so good Yara was cumming on him with no control over her body. 

“Your mama ain’t raise no punk, you should see all this dick sliding in and out of this creamy fucking pussy,” Erik pulls out only to push himself back in fully, “when I say look I mean look, girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara lifts her head from the bed to watch Erik fuck her.

“You see how I’m filling this little pussy?”

“Unh,” Yara’s head fell back against the bed. 

With each moan and shriek coming from Yara, Erik’s dick gets harder and bigger until it is swelled to a size that has Yara clawing at his abs. She’s going to keep cumming if he keeps this up.

“Yeah, fucking squeal, bitch you’re taking it all don’t care how much pain you’re in,” he was way past nice and easy, “Baby... daddy needs to train that pussy to take this dick when I go harder... you can’t always expect daddy to go slow you got some good pussy,” Yara squeals again, “I understand baby, just hold still and take it, you were doing so good...girl shut that shit up take this dick.”

She was cumming again. Yara pushes Erik away with her foot causing him to flip her on her stomach, arch her back, and then it was all she wrote. Erik has Yara’s hands behind her back, holding them softly, stroking her wrists with his thumbs but that dick was killing her pussy. That dick is literally in her ribcage. He was touching her cervix and she was squirting on him continuously like a running faucet. Pap, pap, pap, pap Was the sound of her cheeks just like the first time they fucked only this time Erik was going full throttle. 

“Taking this dick like a champ, hold it just like that ima cum in my pussy.” 

“Daddy, please cum,” Yara begged.

“I like how you sound begging me, take it baby, take it pretty girl, yesss, show daddy you can handle this dick, make daddy proud baby, that’s right, you a grown woman now right? Right? Show me how grown you are, throw that pussy back,” Yara gave it her all through her cries, “Mhm, fuck that dick.”

“Daddy, yes, fuck, please-please daddy!!!”

Yara tried but Erik was too impatient, hands on her hips now while he took control again. Yara was falling into the bed, losing her arch and Erik followed. He leans over her body, grabbing her by her jaw to kiss her while he stroked. She whimpered into his mouth the more his dick hammered her pussy and before she knew it he released her jaw, both of his hands planted on either side of her head. Yara grabs his wrists, her eyes squeezed shut and a multitude of moans rolling off of her tongue. Erik’s hips snapped into hers with speedy delight before he was cumming deep inside of her pussy. He slowed down, allowing Yara’s walls to grip him and drain him. 

“Yara, shit,” Erik pulls out, rubbing the tip of his dick on her ass. He stayed over her for another minute before falling back on his knees, wiping the sweat from his nose that dripped. Yara was too weak to move. 

“Yara, you good?” Erik asks while rubbing her back.

“I’m good,” She tried to move but her bottom half was paralyzed, “I don’t know how I’m gonna go back to my room now.” 

“Just sleep here, I’ll set my alarm for like two hours from now and then you can go back up.”

“If I do that then I’m never going to leave,” Yara gently turns on her back, “I am so sore right now.” 

“I’ll kiss your pussy,” Erik opens her thighs, “C’mere.”

Yara closes her eyes when Erik’s lips kiss her pussy. He started from her outer lips and then he went inward, holding her pussy lips open so he could kiss her inner folds and exactly over her aching hole. She could feel her legs being pushed back and that’s when she knew he was about to eat her pussy again. 

“Erik?”  she called to him with a questioning voice.

“It’ll get better...just be a good girl and cum in my mouth.” 

Yara gave in.

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Eyes In The Dark (Ember Moon/Reader)

Summary: Modern!AU twist on The Little Red Riding Hood by the Brothers Grimm, featuring our favorite flame haired moon goddess.

Warnings: Blood tw, severe biting tw (at the very end), getting lost alone in the woods, stalking, chasing, choking (also at the very end), lots of screaming and I think that’s it???? Lmk if I’m forgetting smth

Word Count: 6,182

(A/N: This is my entry for @neversatisfiedgirl’s Love/Sex/Magic Challenge! It was so much fun to write something more different than I usually do, and I hope you like it, hun!)

Halloween season was always your favorite time of the year.

You loved every bit of it, from the chilly sweater weather to the leaves that would fall from the trees and into your hair, to even the abundance of pumpkin spice flavored everything that made the air smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. You loved the cheesy home decorations, you loved the kids running around the city high off of nothing but sugar and pure excitement, and you certainly loved all the themed food people would make for their parties.

But your favorite thing of all?

There always seemed to be some magic in the air around this time of year.

And you could sense it, a feeling crawling over your skin as you woke up the day before, stretching your arms above your head and smiling. The sun gave off a warm, orange hue that perfectly complemented the autumn aesthetic of your block, and you leapt out of bed to go look out the window.

It’s beautiful, you thought, your smile growing as you opened the window and let the cold morning air in. You could feel it, the magic of old that your grandmother told you about all those years ago filling your lungs and spreading through your entire body. It filled you with a warmth you couldn’t describe and you wanted to keep it that way. Spoiling it would ruin the fun, after all.

Throwing on a nearby sweater, you grabbed your phone and exited your room, ready to decorate and start the day. Your roommate Sasha was passed out on your couch, her deep blue hair a tangled mess as she snored the morning away. You chuckled and softly made your way over to your shared kitchen to not wake the sleeping woman.

You opened your fridge and sighed, grabbing an apple from one of the drawers when your phone rang, the device vibrating in your hand. Looking down at it, you smiled and slid your thumb across the screen to unlock it.

“Hey, Mom,” you sighed, leaning against your kitchen cabinets. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m doing great, sweetheart. It’s almost your grandmother’s favorite day, after all.”

That was another reason you loved the holiday so much: your grandmother. She was always the biggest advocate for celebrating it, even if no one else wanted to. You admired her for her tenacity, and so you developed a love for it at a very young age. “How are you and that roommate of yours?”

“We’re fine,” you said, taking another glance at Sasha, who was still miles away in her own head. “She’s here now if you wanna talk to her.”

“No, no, (Y/n). I know she’s asleep as she always is.” The two of you shared a laugh, her voice still warm and full of life after all these years.

“So, is there a reason you’re calling me at eight o’clock in the morning, Mom? Did something happen?”

“What? I can’t call my favorite daughter and check up on her?”

You rolled your eyes at her sarcasm.

“I need you to go down to her cabin and help her set up for tomorrow. She can’t do it all by herself with that old body of hers, of course.”

That’s right, you thought. It was tradition for you to drive down to her cabin in the woods and decorate for the brave kids who would go to her home for candy on Halloween night every year. “Sure thing. After I run my errands for the day, I’ll head straight down there.”

She’s lived out there for years now, coming up on a decade since she’s stayed at that old cabin. She would tell you stories of the creatures of old who would roam out there at night, tales of ancient faerie kings and fearsome beasts who stalked their territory. Your mother told the old woman to stop filling your head with such nonsense at a young age, but you didn’t care. You loved her stories and you always wanted to hear more.

Everyone outside of your family called her an old crackpot for spewing such tales and for her always following superstitions to a tee, hence why she moved out into the woods in the first place. She always felt at home there, and she wanted to be kept close to the magical energy that had always lingered behind all of the tall and old trees that stood there.

She would always warn you to never travel out there at night, however, and to never, under any circumstances, walk through the woods during a full moon.

“Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie,” she told you when you first visited her out there, holding your hand and rubbing it with her wrinkled thumb. “They draw their powers and their strength from it, and they will use those powers to hurt you.”

“If you say that, then why do you want to live here?”

She smiled, her dimples sinking under her skin. “Oh, it’s a beautiful thing to watch from the outside. All the magic in this area concentrated into one place, watching it swirl around in the air like chimney smoke. But I’ve been exposed to full moon magic and trust me, darling, you will regret it if you're exposed to it as well.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” your mother replied, sighing with relief. “I worry about her, y’know. She’s living all by herself and so far away from the rest of us.”

“I know, and I get worried too. But, she’s strong. Stronger than the rest of us, anyway.”

“That too, (Y/n). Also, the church asked me to make some things for their yearly bake sale, and I think I made too many cookies this time. Do you think you could come over to pick some up and bring them to her?”

“Not a problem, Mom. Gotta go, though, I got things to do today.” Which, in reality, meant about only three things to do and then absolutely nothing for the remainder of the day.

The two of you said your goodbyes and you walked out of the kitchen, setting your phone down on the counter as Sasha finally awoke and sat up. She squinted in your general direction and grimaced at how happy and energetic you looked.

“You wanna go out tonight? My treat,” she asked, her voice rough and tired.

“Didn’t you just come back from a night out? And now, you wanna go back outside?”

She shrugged, moving over so you can sit on the couch with her. “What can I say? I like to live in the moment.”

The two of you shared a laugh, Sasha turning on the television just as you saw a pair of piercing red eyes reflect back at you in the dark screen. They quickly skimmed your body before claiming your eyes for themselves, their color shining like rubies.

You were taken aback by their sudden presence, shrieking in surprise before they quickly vanished, leaving you shaken. They seemed to capture your soul with a single glance and they looked so real, almost to the point where you could’ve touched them…

“Girl, what happened? Are you okay?” Sasha asked, seeing how your chest heaved with every breath.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen the eyes. They showed up everywhere: when you were alone in your bathroom, there they were, glaring away at you in the mirror; when you were alone in your room at night, they would flare away like open flames in the darkest corner; you would even see them when you were alone and walking up your stairs, catching a glimpse of them in the alley that ran behind your house. They’ve never shown up when you were around other people.

Never, until today, that is.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you responded, sitting on your hands to stop them from shaking. “It was nothing, anyways.”

You took a quick look behind the couch to find nothing - as usual - and let out a shaky sigh, hoping that it would be the last time you saw them today. But deep down, you knew it was still there. You knew that it  was still somewhere around, watching you from afar and plotting its next move like a predator stalking its prey.

It was only a matter of time. It would play this game of waiting, but only for a little longer.

It was only a matter of time…

                                                          ~~~~~

The day had passed relatively quickly, with you stepping outside to pick up the goods for your grandmother at your mother’s house and you stopping by the local party store to pick up a few more Halloween decorations for your shared home. You could still feel someone (most likely her) watching your every move, the feeling like a lead pipe slowly inching through your veins. It made you turn your head and look a few times, but nothing was there as usual.

The sun was slowly dipping behind the clouds as you briskly made your way back inside, the orange-yellow rays of light filtering through the windows when you shut the door with a huff. Sasha had opted to stay inside to get herself ready for the night ahead of you.

“Back already? I thought you’d be gone forever.”

You laughed, placing your bags down in the kitchen as she left her room and made her way down to you. You could see that her makeup was already half done, one eye surrounded by a smoky black while the other was left blank.

“I left your costume on your bed, (Y/n),” she said, briefly hugging you before taking the goods your mother made out of their bag. “Don’t want you being the odd one out in there.”

She went to take a cookie for herself but she yelped as you slapped her hand. “Those aren’t for you, remember? So don’t touch.”

The blue haired woman grumbled, rubbing her hand and stalking away back to her room to finish getting ready. You slid off your boots and your jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair and walking down the hall and into your own room.

“Damn, she chose good,” you mumbled, seeing the black, white and red dress with its red velvet cloak laid out on your bedspread. Will this thing even fit me? you thought as you shed your clothes to try the costume on. She had even left her black calf high boots for you to complete the outfit.

Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you had to admit…you looked good. You strutted around your room, twirling every now and then to see the skirt and the cape flare up around you. You sat at the desk next to your bed, opening your makeup case to apply some mascara and some lipstick, but you saw the outline of a pitch black figure behind you, its blood red irises glowering in your direction. You froze, the hand holding your mascara stopping halfway to your eye as it snarled, pointed white teeth dripping with…

Wait, is that blood?!

It crouched behind you, red drops falling from its shiny maw and onto your carpet with its gaze fixated on your shocked reflection. You couldn't move from your seat; you were frozen with fear as it reared back and growled, booking it towards you and pouncing at your chair.

Fuck, I'm gonna die, aren't I?!

You screamed, throwing your hands over your face, expecting to feel claws bearing through your clothes and tearing at your skin but instead, you felt…nothing?

Shakily, you moved your hands down and took in the room around you. Nothing seemed to be out of place except the makeup case that you had knocked off of your table in your rush to protect your face. Sasha burst into the room, her white wig a mess as she straightened out her black and white striped Beetlejuice costume.

"You alright, (Y/n)?! I heard something fall over and you screaming."

Your heart was still thundering in your chest and you were still breathing heavily, placing a hand on your chest to quell the nerves running through your body. "Y-Yeah, I'm alright. Just s-scared myself a little, is all."

She leaned up against your doorframe, brows creased and her mouth a firm line. "Girl, you've been freaking out literally all day. Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I told you I'm fine," you told her firmly. "I promise."

"Are you fine enough to go out tonight? I can call Bayley and tell her that we can't come and meet her."

"No!" Your shouting took her back a few steps. "I'm still good to go."

"Well alright, then," she said after a few moments of silence. "We'll head out in a few."

And with that, she closed your door softly, and you heard her heeled footsteps echo faintly down the hallway.

You took another look at yourself in your small desk mirror, wiping away the mascara that you managed to get on your cheek and taking another look behind you.

It was just there, you thought. Am I really just seeing things?

A look down proved you wrong, as the claw marks that gouged out some of your carpet fluff said otherwise. You got up and walked towards them with trembling legs, kneeling down to run your fingertips over them. "So, it was real, then."

You quickly finished applying the rest of your makeup and tightened the cloak around your neck, grabbing your phone and leaving your room. You saw that Sasha had left a wicker basket out for you (your outfit couldn't be cliché enough, it seems) and you slipped the cookies your mother had wrapped for you earlier into it.

You could still feel something staring at you from the far corners of your home, waiting for its chance to strike again.

I have to get out of here.

                                                          ~~~~~

The ride to the club you were meeting Bayley at was silent and tension filled, the atmosphere so thick that you could cut it with a knife and serve it on a plate. Sasha knew something was up with you - hell, you could even see it in her black rimmed eyes - but she held it off. Why ruin a perfectly good night with more drama?

You kept your eyes on the road as to not engage with her but the two of you soon pulled into the club's parking lot, the black haired female bounding up to your car as soon as she saw it. Sasha rolled down her window, giving her girlfriend a quick kiss before opening the door and stepping out.

"I see the two of you came matching," you smirked, pointing out her Lydia Deetz bridal costume to compliment her lover's Beetlejuice. She blushed, hiding her pale face in Sasha's neck as you emerged from the car, deciding to leave the basket inside.

Bayley gave you a quick side hug once you came around to her, and the three of you walked inside the club, feeling the bass from the music inside vibrate through you. It was dimly lit inside, the only real light coming from the DJ booth in the back and the opening of the front entrance. It was packed with brightly colored people, with some dressed in costumes of their own to celebrate the spooky season while others chose to forgo the wear.

The bright strobe lights were a stark contrast to the dark interior, but it added a sense of character to the place. The two women tugged at your wrists and dragged you onto the dance floor, the duo laughing as they did so. They dragged you into the large mass of people and soon, you were pressed against them as they danced against each other. Sasha grabbed Bayley's hips and pulled her close, looking seductively into her eyes as the music blasted away.

"I'm gonna go grab us some drinks, okay?" you shouted over all the noise. They didn't seem to hear you (or they didn't want to) so you just went over to the bar anyway.

You returned a few minutes later with three strawberry daiquiris in hand, coming back to see the pair entranced in their own little world. They noticed that you had finally returned, rejoicing at the sight of you with the drinks in your hands.

With alcohol flowing through your system, you grew more bold and soon enough, the three of you were dancing wildly along with the rest of the crowd, bumping and grinding and dancing along with your friends. The night came too quickly, and the light of the full moon began to some through the windows above you.

"Hey, Sasha," you asked, feeling a little more than buzzed already, "What time 's it?"

"It's eleven thirty, (Y/n)!" Bayley answered, looking down at her smartwatch and giggling while bouncing along to the club music.

"Hey, don't you have to -"

"Fuck me!" you yelled, letting the two of them go and stumbling back. Shit, I forgot!

You placed a hand on your head and asked, "Can you take Sasha home, Bayley? I have to go, and it's already late enough"

She could tell you were rushing and nodded, earning a hug from you. You hugged Sasha goodbye as well, bumping against people as you stumbled away from them and out of the club. You turned back to see the dancing on each other again and smiled, grateful to have such good friends.

The sudden coldness of the outside made you shiver, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket with you when you left home. Rubbing your arms, you stumbled to your car and opened the door, wary of the basket in the back seat as you pulled out of the club parking lot and onto the road.

It was a lot darker and quieter than it normally was around this time of year, but you didn't notice. The only thing that was on your mind was driving down to help your grandmother. You just hoped that she wasn't mad at you for being extremely late.

"Shit, shit, shit," you murmured as houses and stop lights turned into empty patches of land littered with trees and hills. The only sounds you could hear were the ones of your own worrying and the sound of your tires against the gravel. It made you break out into a cold sweat, looking out of the windows next to you and seeing nothing but darkness with a few strands of moonlight flowing in.

Come on, go faster! you thought, pressing your booted foot harder on the gas pedal. You gripped the wheel tightly as the moon rose high in the night sky, shining above you. Apparently it wanted to fuck with you because as soon as you thought you were getting somewhere, your car started to slow doen.

"Wait, what?" you said, hearing your tires slow down until they fully came to a stop right in front of the dense forest you've been driving past for almost twenty minutes. "No. No, no, no, no! Fuck!"

You slammed your hands against the queen in a rage over and over again, seeing the "E" next to your work gauge blink white. Reaching back for your basket, you grabbed it and got out of your car, slamming the door and locking it with a huff.

"Guess I'm walking, then," you sighed. You took out your phone and went to call Sasha, but to no avail.

No service. Fan-fucking-tastic.

The woods ahead of you looked absolutely terrifying, with the trees seeming to have faces that were frozen in a permanent terror and the voices that seemed to drift from its depths, beckoning you closer and closer to your doom like sirens.

But, you were a woman on a mission.

So, you turned on your phone's flashlight function with one hand, clutched your basket tight with the other, and put on a brave face as you faced the woods. You heard your grandmother's voice in your head in that moment.

"Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie."

Yeah, right, you scoffed, legs shaking slightly as you stepped into the vortex of flora, it almost reaching out to pull you into itself. What could possibly happen? It's not like I'm just gonna die out here.

                                                          ~~~~~

This was a bad idea.

That was your first rational thought after walking through the endless mass of trees for no more than ten minutes.

You honestly couldn't tell which way was forward anymore. You couldn't see where you came from, nothing about this area looked familiar to you, the trees didn't have any gauges in them to signify that you were going the right way, you couldn't hear the stream that ran behind your grandmother's cabin, and you knew for a fact that there weren't any bats in get area.

In other words? You were lost.

Hopelessly, terribly lost.

Were you scared? Yes, but you were more annoyed with the countless crap that kept flying into your face than anything else.

"I fucking hate this," you grumbled as you tripped on another overgrown tree root and stumbled, another tree branch smacking your face. A wind swept through the trees, making you shiver and hold your cloak as tight as you could to your body. You could hear the crows cawing again, and you could hear them flying above the trees and blocking out the moon.

This was such a bad idea, you thought again when your phone decided to die on you, an empty battery showing up on its screen as the flashlight dimmed and left you alone. You nearly cried when you felt the darkness slip over your skin and cover your eyes like a glove.

Reaching your hand out, you tried to navigate your way through but failed, stumbling into a bush and falling on your knees. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you felt its thorns dig into you, ripping your tights and and slicing into the skin of your arms.

A deep rumble erupted from behind you and you went silent, holding your hands over your mouth to silence your breathing. Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel the ground shake with the footsteps of what was coming in your direction, and you could hear its growling get louder with each one. Branches broke, plants were overturned, and you could even hear its ragged breathing as it approached you.

Then, everything stopped. It grew pindrop silent, with the wind whistling above your head being the only sound out there. Eyes opening, you looked up and prayed that that…thing…wasn’t behind you, stalking you and toying with your fear.

Turning around proved fruitless as you stared directly at a being with long flame colored hair, it seeming almost alive and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of it. Its sharp white teeth were equally blinding, and they curved into a Cheshire Cat-like grin. They were the only things shining brightly in the pitch blackness of the forest.

Well, other than the pair of glaring red eyes that were currently peering into your soul.

You felt your heart stop and you jumped, throwing your phone into your basket as you booked it from the bush and…whatever that thing was in a hurry. You didn’t care if you tripped over your own boots and fell flat on your face. As you were running past the trees and dodging stray roots and branches as quickly as you could, only one thing stood out to you.

I have to get out of here.

You didn’t even know how long you were running for but every time you wanted to stop, the adrenaline coursing through your veins kept you going. Stray twigs and leaves littered your hair and rumpled dress, and the thorns from the bush had poked holes in your cloak. Your basket kept on beating against your side and you were pretty sure that area was bruising, but you didn't care. You knew it was following you. You could hear it in the distance as the wind roared in your ears. You just had to run.

You finally stopped in a clear patch of grass, falling onto your hands and knees to catch your breath. Your chest ached from breathing too hard and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, but you turned around to look and see if it was still following you anyway and luckily, it was not.

Thank gods, you though, sighing and standing to stretch out your legs. You could see a small dog of light in the distance ahead of you, and you pushed the low hanging branches above you to see your grandmother's cabin in front of you, the fairy lights that she always hands twinkling away like stars.

You nearly cried at the sight of the old wooden building and you walked up to it, running your hand along the boards that lined the outside walls. The place was small, only one story, and covered in moss from top to bottom. But, despite you mother’s wishes, your grandmother still loved the place, claiming that the nature spirits around it were the things that kept her there.

Your heart swelled at the thought and you moved around to the front door, raising your hand to knock when a light breeze blew the door open. The old hinges on the door squeaked and you saw that it was only hanging on by one. The smooth wood was marred with deep lines that ran from them to the handle, and even the handle itself had fallen to the ground.

Looking around at the state of the cabin’s exterior, you saw that the small circular windows that lined the outside had been shattered. Large pieces of stained glass hung from the empty frames by literally nothing and that got you worried.

You picked up the brass knob, worry creasing your brow as you placed it in your basket and carefully pushed the door open, cautious of it potentially falling off. It was pitch black on the inside aside from a lone candle flickering away on the floor next to you, so you bent down to reach for it and you heard a faint crunch underneath your foot.

What the hell?

Candle in hand, your vision brightened and you saw that everything around you was…

...it was completely destroyed.

Pieces of glass big and small littered the carpet around you and all over the living room. It crunched as you walked over it. You held the small candle close to you as the ripped curtains rustled as a breeze came into the space.You could see row after row of claw marks lining the walls, going from the floor all the way up to the ceiling.

Your grandmother had pictures of you and your entire family hung up along the wall in her small living room and those were now all on the floor, their frames cracked in some places and shattered in others. Holding the light closer, you could see drops of red staining the glass and that you were ripped out of every picture, a jagged space left behind instead.

You took a harsh step back, tripping over an overturned chair and stumbling. Your leg caught on the small table she’s had in the cabin since she moved in and you looked at it quickly to see that it was completely smashed, broken irregularly down the middle and sinking inwards. The games that were always placed upon it were scattered across the floor with their pieces lost to dark corners. The lamps that were standing tall beside it were now on the floor, their poles bent at odd angles and their shades torn to shreds.

The carpet that ran from the door was also shredded to near nothing, bits and pieces of the knitted material sprouting up from the ground like multi-colored flowers. The tears ran from the door to where it ended at the main hallway. Vases of flowers were tipped over, and you could already tell that the kitchen didn’t fair as well either.

Cabinets were thrown open, ripped from their hinges as you walked into the kitchen, placing your basket down on what remained on the small counter and stepping over the cabinet doors as they laid on the floor. As if there wasn’t enough glass around already, fragments of assorted mugs and plates were strewn about along the time.

You picked up one of them, half an old Christmas photo of a young you and your grandmother still on it. Tears pricked your eyes as you looked around at the wreckage, only hoping that nothing bad had been brought upon her.

You stepped outside and around a corner, running your fingertips along the deep scratch marks that decorated the once warm and homey walls. You descended down the hallway to your grandmother's room and continued to see the carnage, lights barely flickering as they laid on the floor and paintings that were slashed to ribbons and laid to waste.

What could have done all of this? you thought, shaking in your boots. Your cloak fluttered away against your legs like your heart in your chest when you approached her room door. The door was also smashed open, a gaping hole where the door knob and lock would've been. You didn't want to assume the worst when you approached it, but you couldn't help it. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" you asked out loud, chuckling nervously as you toed the door open and it opened with a creak. "I brought over some cookies Mom made if you want any. I heard they were a knockout at the church bake sale."

The door proceeded to fall off of its hinges and you jumped, goosebumps dotting your skin. You looked around and choked back a sob, holding a hand over your mouth as tears formed in your eyes when seeing the wreckage of your grandmother's bedroom.

Somehow, her room looked even worse than the rest of the house. The glass in her windows was completely smashed, and the glass fell onto her sheets and dressers like stray raindrops. The large oak dresser she kept in the back corner of the room had its doors ripped clean off as well, with whole chunks missing from it and more jagged claw marks marking their territory. Clothes spilled from it and you could see that some of them had been chewed out, leaving large holes and more red stains all over them.

Her standing desk and mirror were splintered into nothing but twigs, and you could see that the ornate carving of it had been scratched out by something. The bed was in even worse shape however, as the entire thing looked like it was sat on by a giant. The boards underneath were broken clean in two and the mattress itself had random springs exuding from the sides.

The worst part of it all were the pillows and bed sheets. The originally peach colored items were a deep red color, and they were oddly shiny for some reason. The color began to seep out into the untainted areas until there was a large patch of deep scarlet staining the mattress.

I think I’m gonna be sick, you thought as you felt bile and shock rise up from your abdomen. Taking a few wobbly steps back, you couldn't form any coherent words. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Anything but this...

You stepped over the assorted mess of things to look at yourself in the cracked mirror. The thing looked like something was body slammed into it and large pieces of it were missing. You finally let out the sob you've been holding so deep within your chest for the past few minutes. Seeing this… seeing all of this… this wreckage, this destruction, this defiling of your grandmother's sacred space? It hurt your soul to see what it's become. Whatever - or whoever - did this had done this to specifically target her, but she didn't deserve any of this.

You looked just as broken as the mirror did, but you could feel something behind you. Something staring directly at your back, drilling a hole directly into your spine with its intensity.

You turned slowly and saw the being from earlier in the forest, its long nails outstretched and sharpened. Its bright flame hair glowed with a new light, as if some deep passion was fueling it. Its mouth and chin glistened with a thick, dark substance, and you immediately knew what it was.

It wore a torn black tank top that had a strap hanging down its shoulder, and it wore a pair of dark grey jeans with a million different holes and rips in them, but you could only guess as they were both were splattered in what you presumed to be blood. It was barefoot but to your demise, it didn’t seem to even notice the countless splinters and shards of glass that were currently injecting themselves into its skin.

The same substance that dripped from its chin ran fresh down its arms and fell from its claws, making you retch a little as you stood perfectly still. Its blazing bright red eyes nearly matched the red that they were currently covered in, and they were trained onto you and they flickered at every movement you made.

As the light of the moon came through the shattered windows, you could see that it was more of a she, and she looked hungry as she smiled wickedly at you. She was silently panting, her stance wide and looking like she was ready to pounce. She looked at you like you were her next meal.

She wanted you.

“Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie.”

Run.

That was the second rational thought your brain gave you that night as your subconscious made your decision for you, moving your legs as fast as you could in the direction of what would’ve been the door.

I have to leave, have to leave have to leave now-

You didn’t even see her fucking move from behind you and somehow she was already ahead of you, gripping the doorframe to the point of splintering what remained of it. Shaken, you abruptly stopped and stepped on a stray dress from the large closet, slipping on it and falling flat on your ass.

She slowly stalked towards you, dragging her right foot behind her as you frantically crawled backwards to try and find something to throw at her. The candle fell out of your hand and you grasped it at the last minute, chucking it at her with all your might but she chuckled, a deep, rumbling noise. It bounced harmlessly off of her and landed on the floor. She stomped it out with her left foot and continued towards you, carelessly flicking away the stray things you found on the floor with a smile on her face.

“Who even are you?! What do you want from me?!” you yelled as you backed yourself against the front of the bed, her crouching down to your level and gripping your neck. Her hold was tight but firm, and she reached down to hold your wrists together with her free hand when you went to scratch at the one on your neck.

She leaned in close and sniffed you, tears running down the side of your face as she smelled the fear drifting from you in sheets. You felt her claws dig into your flesh and you could feel streams of blood begin to flow from the soon-to-be deep cuts.

Her tongue hung out of her gaping maw and she came close to lick your face from your chin to your forehead, making you hyperventilate and physically shake in fear. It took everything in you not to scream bloody murder (ironically) and she cackled at you holding your tongue.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, your thin voice trembling as your will to fight started to die.

She looked so amused at your fear and gave you the most sickly sweet smile you’d ever seen. Her voice was chasmic and echoed through the room, rattling your bones.

“My name, dear Little Red, is Ember. And you’re my new toy now, so why would I hurt you?”

Her grip grew even tighter as she said this, her head twitching with every other word. You could see your vision growing faint from the lack of oxygen and soon, it grew black. The last thing you felt before you passed out was her bloody mouth against your cheek as she dug her teeth into it, pulling at the skin and lapping at the scarlet liquid that spilled from it.

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you when you wake up…”

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zetaflash: a first date?

hellooo i’m slowly getting to requests because I’ve been really busy! I never expected to receive so many requests and prompts LOL. I’m trying to fill them in accordance with Zetaflash week so let’s hope I can keep this up haha.

*

Bringing Bart to an aquarium for a first date was equal parts endearing and absolutely exhausting.

It just so happened that a couple of days ago, Eduardo’s father had received two complimentary tickets to the Central City Aquarium from a generous patron of the Metahuman Youth Center. He couldn’t go due to an influx of work, so he left them on Ed’s desk for his son to use.

“What are these?” Bart asked, picking up the tickets. He’d come over for video games and good company when the shiny tickets caught his eye.

“Oh, just tickets to the aquarium in Central City. You know, the huge tourist trap?” Ed replied, throwing his backpack onto the bed.

“Tourist trap or not, I’ve never been to an aquarium.” Bart sighed dreamily. He put the tickets down. “It seems crash.”

“Get out of here. Never?” Ed’s eyes widened. He wasn’t planning on going, because he had been there on a couple of school trips already, and it wasn’t exciting past a certain age.

“Well, I’ve been to Atlantis on a couple missions but I wasn’t allowed to leave the Bio-Ship ‘cause my body wasn’t suited for the depths or whatever.” Bart crossed his arms. “Lagoon Boy, M’Gann, and Kaldur got to swim around and all I was allowed to do was to keep watch.”

“That was probably for the best, dude. The pressure at those depths is probably insane.” Ed chuckled, picking up the tickets. Bart had already situated himself on his beanbag, fiddling with the controls. While Bart messed around with the settings, Ed realized this was the perfect opportunity to get Bart alone on a date, with little to no interruptions. He’d been dancing around the idea for a while, but he never had the time or the means to act on the feelings that had been budding in his chest for months, now. And while he wasn’t entirely confident that Bart felt the same way, their interactions definitely felt more than friendly at times. This was the golden opportunity to figure out if Bart had felt the same way- and he wasn’t about to let it go.

“Do you…want to go?”

*

The answer, of course, was a quick and enthusiastic yes. And just like that, their first real date outside of mission stakeouts and group hangouts was at the Central City Aquarium.

They were greeted by a big array of tropical fish as they entered. Bart was already on cloud nine, and they hadn’t even explored the place properly. As they passed by various penguins, eels, and crabs, Bart made sure to give each and every animal an energetic greeting and a proper look-over. He laughed and cheered at the various tricks displayed at the sea lion show, gleefully mentioning the time Garfield beat up Condiment King as a sea lion. He pat the turtles gently and commented sarcastically on their slow speed. He imitated the guppies’ facial expressions by bringing his cheeks together and puckering his lips. He imitated the penguins’ strange waddling, and all the while Ed couldn’t help but laugh at how silly Bart looked- and how endearing it all was.

“Hey, do you think the dolphins like being in the tanks?” Bart knocked on the glass as they passed the bottle-nosed dolphins. They were on their way to the special Underwater Beauties exhibit, but they kept getting sidetracked by Bart’s inability to walk past anything without making a comment. Ed grabbed his hand and guided him away from the glass, noticing the dolphin swimming away.

“No, but they probably don’t appreciate the tapping, either.” he said, pointing to the “DO NOT KNOCK ON THE GLASS” sign that Bart had overlooked.

“It’s nice to look at them and all, but I can’t imagine it’s super ethical.” Bart tapped on his chin thoughtfully, then turned to Ed with a mischievous grin.

“Let’s break them out. Be my lookout.”

“What? No.”

“Y’know, Prison Break-style? With your powers and mine, we can release them back into the wild. You and I can be the Robin Hoods of the dolphin world.”

“Bart, we are not-“ Ed lowered his voice, glancing around to see if any security guards were listening. “We are not stealing these dolphins from the tank.”

“Why not? Look at them, they’re too smart to be stuck in these tiny tanks.” Bart pouted.

“Even if we could somehow get into the tanks, they weigh like, 200 pounds. I can barely bench 180.” Ed rolled his eyes. “Plus, they’ve been bred in captivity way too long to be released back into the wild at this point.”

Bart sighed. “True.”

They passed by the dolphin exhibit into the stingray exhibit, where a group of children were sticking their hands in the water to touch the stingrays.

“Can we go do that?” Bart’s eyes lit up excitedly. Ed shrugged in agreement, but Bart didn’t even wait for his reaction to zoom to the station and plant himself next to a couple of elementary schoolers who had their hands in the tank.

“How do you do this? Do you just stick your hand in?” Bart asked the girl next to him. The girl giggled at Bart’s childlike curiosity.

“Yeah! They’re like dogs and they love being pet! But you have to be real still, or else they won’t come to you.”

“Oh man, I don’t know if I can be still enough for them to come to me.” Bart rolled up his sleeves and carefully dunked his hand into the water, waiting for one of the many gray stingrays to come. Ed walked over to Bart; he didn’t want to touch the stingrays but it was funny to watch them actively avoid Bart’s hand and swerve around to be pet by the younger children.

“You’ve gotta be still, hermano.” Ed said, leaning down.

“I am!” Bart’s vibrations made ripples in the water, repelling the stingrays.

“That’s not still,” The girl pointed out. Ed couldn’t help but laugh at Bart’s consternation.

“Stiller than that.” Ed rolled up his own sleeve and put his hand over Bart’s to calm the speedster’s shaky hand motion. As soon as Bart calmed his hand, Ed retracted his, not wanting to linger for more than he should have. He didn’t notice Bart’s ears turning red, however, because the moment Bart’s hand stilled, a stingray meandered its way underneath Bart’s palm to be pet. Bart’s smile widened and he stroked the stingray carefully.

“Finally!” he said.

“See, you just had to be a little patient.” Ed nodded.

“Ugh, but it’s all slimy and wet. Not the most pleasant sensation.” Bart got up with a grimace, quickly wiping his hand on his jeans.

“Makes sense, no?” Ed followed suit. But Bart was already on his way to the piranha area, attention grabbed by the “FEED ME” signs.

“Dude, I’ve always wanted to feed piranhas!” Bart said, grabbing a handful of piranha food and looming over the tank.

“Wait, be careful!” Ed dashed over, realizing Bart was leaning a little too close into the tank for comfort. “They’ll bite-“

It was too late. Bart released the food into the water, and a bunch of piranhas jumped up. His hand was close enough for one lucky piranha to latch on. Bart yelped, shaking his hand to get the piranha off his finger.

“Jesus, Bart!” Ed gently brought Bart’s finger up to inspect the damage. He was bleeding, but the wound was already fixing itself. The nip was strong, but was no match for Bart’s accelerated healing. An employee came dashing over, and Bart hid his hand away to hide the fact that his accelerated healing was already doing its job. After a rushed excuse, the two made their way into the big archway of tropical fish separating the rest of the aquarium from the special exhibit.

“Man, you have to be more careful. That was a close one,” Ed sighed.

“Sorry. First time feeding piranhas, got a little too excited.” Bart grinned sheepishly. He glanced at the hand Ed was holding to get them out of the area, and Ed noticed too, detaching himself from Bart.

“Well, good thing you heal fast.” Ed coughed, feeling his cheeks beginning to flush.

“So, uh, what’s next on the map?” Bart asked, trying to dissipate the sudden bout of awkwardness.

“Oh, it’s-“ Ed stared at the map. “The special exhibit, straight ahead. You wanna save this for later, or go now?”

“Let’s just go now. I wanna see what’s so special about this special exhibit.”

*

The room was dark, and sparsely filled- this was the part of the aquarium where patrons had to pay extra, and therefore it was a lot quieter than the other touristy areas. It was for good reason, however; it was a smaller room, but it was well-maintained and was truly magnificent. The luminescence from the jellyfish barely lit up the dim area, but it was enough for Ed to see Bart’s awe-filled reaction. They were surrounded by colorful, lit-up ocean creatures on all sides, and the otherwise pitch-dark room was filled with beautiful organisms. Bart’s jaw hung slack, soaking up the visuals.

“Do you like it?” Ed asked carefully, confused at Bart’s silence.

“Like it? Dude, this is so crash!” Bart exclaimed, piping down when an old woman shushed him angrily. He turned back to the tanks surrounding them. “They’re the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve seen prettier things,” Ed murmured under his breath, staring at Bart’s dimly-lit profile. He’d seen this a couple of times already, so the magic was lost on him- but to Bart, this was a one-of-a-kind experience. And watching his crush look up at the colorful jellyfish was another experience altogether.

“Like what?” Bart asked, turning. He hadn’t expected Bart to hear.

Ed wanted so badly to respond truthfully, to say, “You. You’re such a sight for sore eyes.” But he was just a teenager with no smooth moves or confidence in him whatsoever, so he responded with a simple, “Just…some things.”

Bart smiled. “Come to think of it, I think I’ve seen prettier things, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like you.” Bart poked his finger into Ed’s chest playfully.

Ed raised his eyebrows, surprised as all Hell at Bart’s forwardness.

“P-pretty-“ he sputtered.

“I guess pretty’s not the right word, huh?” Bart said. “Handsome? Guapo, as Jaime puts it?”

“Wait, hold up.” Ed waved his hand in front of him, flustered. “I…”

“Oh.” Bart’s face fell; Ed could tell even in the darkness. “Sorry, I thought-“

“No, you’re not-“

“I just thought that-“

“I’m serious, you’re-“

“That maybe you felt the same way-“

“I wasn’t- wait, what?”

Bart looked up sheepishly. “I don’t know, I thought we had something going on and I wasn’t ever sure until you asked me to go to the aquarium. I thought this was a date. That you felt the same way about me.”

Ed opened his mouth, then closed it.

“Sorry, I’m making things weird, aren’t I? Let’s just pretend-“

“No, it is!” Ed grabbed Bart’s hand for the third time that day, this time with more force. “A-and you’re right. I do feel the same way.”

“Really?” Bart perked up again, relieved.

“Yeah. I just didn’t know if I could call this a date, or if you ever felt the same, ‘cause, y’know.”

“What?”

“You’re just super friendly with everyone.” Ed shrugged.

Bart huffed. “But I thought I made it obvious that I liked you. I gave you half of my giant cookie the other day!”

“I…didn’t know that was supposed to be a sign that you liked me.”

“Well, it was.”

“Now we know.” Ed smiled. This time, he didn’t let go of Bart’s hand; rather, he laced their fingers together.

“Yeah.”

The two observed the jellyfish for a few more moments before Bart got restless again.

“Ah, well, this was crash, but I kinda wanna get back to the piranhas for biting me.” Bart tugged on Ed’s hand. “Come with?

Ed laughed. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

[kingsdominionalumni]

The Princess and the Rat (part one)

Deadly Class fanfic, fluff, kind of angsty,  Reader x Billy Bennett

Warnings: mentions of abuse, prostitution, murder, blood, swearing

You’re new at kings, but not new to  the whole killing thing. Your parents sold you to a pimp who used you to kill “customers”. Master Lin found out about you, how young you are. Only fifteen and has a higher body count then most his other students.The only person you trust, the man Master Lin sent to find you, punk, green mohawk wearing Billy Bennett.

(First fic so this is probably going to be bad 😂🤷🏼‍♀️ Also the name probably doesn’t fit the story, but when I thought of it I loved it lol )

Word Count: 2023

Nobody. I know nobody. I have to get through my life day by day. I wish I had a normal life. When I was little I watched all these sitcoms about happy families sitting around the dinner table just talking about their day. The last time my family sat around the dinner table, halfway through dinner a man came into the house. I had no idea who he was. He gave my dad some money then my dad pointed at me. Tears streamed down my ten year old face as I yelled “Daddy! Daddy! Stop them!” my dad just turned away. A coward too weak to even watch what he had just done. The man slapped me in the face. Told me that was not my daddy anymore. Told me that Vinny was my daddy and not to call him Vinny either or I’d get hit like that again. Vinny told me I was special, that because of my age I didn’t have to do the same as the other girls. That he had a job just for me. He handed me my first knife and told me that everytime he needed me to I had to come with him to meetings. Because I was so young the men didn’t think I was going to kill them, Vinny said “Go give your uncle a hug” and when he said that it meant “Go hug that man and shove the knife into the back of his skull”. This went on for five years until now. Last week was my fifteenth birthday and Vinny called me up and told me that I was moving up. I was too old to fool the men and I had to sell myself for him. I didn’t mind doing the killing for him when I was little because at least then the men didn’t touch me, but now I’m done. It’s getting harder to hide. I’ve had seven customers this week and I did what I knew how. I took the money for Vinny, but after that I gave them my “hug of death” as Vinny called it. He doesn’t want me killing these men, I know that, but I can’t have them touching me, I can’t do this anymore. I have one last customer tonight, but after him, I’m out. I'm going for the big fish. Vinny. I will die doing that I know, if not by Vinny then by a goon after I finished him, but it would be worth it to kill that piece of shit. I have one last customer, a man they call Lin. After I’m done with him I go after Vinny.

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“So, I can’t hangout tonight. Sorry dude, but master Lin has me on some mission to get this new student. She’s got some rep. She’s only fifteen, but has probably killed more than all of us combined.” said Billy to Marcus as they smoke their cigarettes up in the graveyard.

“Doubt it.” Saya said from behind him.

“Holy shit! Dude when did she get here!” This made Marcus laugh. Billy was always over the top, but in a good crazy way. “Well anyway miss perfect, I meant all us rats,” he motioned to Marcus, Petra, Lex, and of course himself  “We weren’t born into this shit. Anyway, this chick is posing as a prostitute and taking money from men and instead of doing… you know… she kills them. Lin said that she’s only been doing that shit for a week though. That before she was just killing them. No prostitution. She posed as a sweet young girl instead, but apparently she’s not a sweet young girl anymore…” Billy went on

Marcus interrupted  “Well it sounds like she really wasn’t that sweet. She also sounds like someone who could fuck you up, no offense Billy, not saying a fifteen year old girl could fuck  you up, but if she’s been doing this her whole life… it sounds like she can fuck you up.”

“Well she was told that Lin was her client and that he was old and shit, so when she opens the door and sees that it’s me instead, I think it’ll throw her off.”

“Wait so you’re getting a prostitute?” Petra asked, seeming all of a sudden interested in the conversation she was trying to ignore

“Oooh, is that jealousy I sense in the air?” Lex piped in

“Fuck off Lex, I’m just saying what if she has STDs or something…”

“Well, I’m trying to get her here so I won’t actually be sleeping with her, and if you actually listened to what I said about her before you would’ve heard the part about how she kills people before they even get the chance to sleep with her, so I’m pretty sure she’s STD free…” Billy realises it’s getting late “hey any of you know what time it is?”

“Six forty five” Marcus said

“Shit I gotta go.”

And with that Billy ran down the stairs, to the closest exit of the school and started down the road to the Coastline Motel

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You sat on the bed of probably the grossest motel room you’ve ever seen.

“Glad this shit is done after tonight” you thought

There was a knock at the door. You go to the door expecting a old man, but when you open it you see a cute guy who seems around your age… You haven’t had to communicate with someone that young in a long time, you actually got a little bit nervous. This wasn’t who was supposed to be here. You’re honestly not sure if you can even kill this guy.

“Lin?” you say

“Haha okay well about that, umm well can I come in?” The guy asked you

You hesitated. This isn’t who you expected and you nothing about this guy, but for some reason you trust him… You have this feeling that he is someone you should know, and if you’re wrong and he kills you, well whatever. You step to the side opening up the door and letting this boy in. You shut the door after him.You notice him looking around.

“I don’t live here, my da-  boss is the one who sets up the rooms.” you blurt

Thoughts rush through your mind “Why did I say that! He doesn’t care. God dammit.” you think

“Hey it’s not that bad right? There’s a bed at least, some people don’t even have one of those” He says

“Well I didn’t think about it that way…. Ummm so since you’re not Lin… who are you?”

“Oh right sorry! I’m Billy, Billy Bennett.”

He reached out his hand for a hand shake. You’re hand feels connected to his before you even reach out, you start to reach for his hand, you pull away a little then finally you shake his hand. Why is this such a big deal to you? People shake hands every fucking day, but there’s something about him…

“Hello?”

You were staring off into some other world. How long have you been staring at his hand? Does he think I’m weird? Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you? You kill people, but this fucking guy is throwing you off! Get in the fucking game!

“Oh right umm sorry right, I’m Y/N”

“Wow that’s a pretty name”

“I mean I guess. It’s just my name… I don’t even know if it has any meaning to it.”

Stupid bitch! Why did you say that! You just made yourself so vulnerable

You continue before he can respond to that

“Well what the hell are you doing here? Why did you use a fake name? Are you here for… you know. Because I’m not going to just sit here and talk. I have other stuff… to do you know…”

“Oh right like murdering people”

“What the fuck did you just say”

You freak the fuck out. You grab him and push him up against the wall your arm on his neck basically strangling him.

How does this man know about that? Is this some kind of joke to him? Is he here for revenge? DId he know someone that  I…

“Woah okay okay, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, calm down okay. I’m here to recruit you for this place where you’ll like fit in and shit, well maybe not fit in with everyone since you’re not a legacy, but since you are pretty badass..”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“I go to a school that trains people to be assassins and the headmaster dude sent me to get you because he heard about you and thinks you belong at this school.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

“Let me go, trust me, you need to actually trust me. I’ll bring you there okay? Okay?”

You start backing off, still not fulling trusting him, but for some reason you feel like he’s telling the truth with no evidence…

He smiles “Good okay, you trust me. Well we can go to Kings and I can show you around and you can meet Master Lin, that’s where the name came from, he set this up, but thought it probably would be better coming from someone my age”

“Well if I’m honest, I haven’t really talked to anyone my age in a few years, nothing for real. Not a really conversation. The men who come in here they are fucked in the head old guys who think they can touch me. I haven’t even had my first kiss, but because of this shit I feel like a piece of shit. I’m nothing. I can’t go with you. This place you talk about sounds great for some people, but I can’t be there, I’ll probably be dead tomorrow and I’m okay with that. Go back to your Master and tell him that I’m not interested.”

You turn away from him. Not sure if you can trust this guy, once you have your back turned he could try and kill you, but after this it doesn’t matter. Everything is done tomorrow with Vinny. You need to kill him. You walk over to the bed and sit down. For some reason Billy follows suit and sits next to you. You look forward, staring at the wall not in the moment, but you can feel the man next to you looking at you. Why does he care this much? You turn to where you’re facing him. He has these beautiful blue eyes, they’re almost grey, but you can just tell that the shade of blue depends on his feelings. People with eyes that changed color like that always intrigued you. Do they know their eyes do that or is it just something that happens for the amusement of the outside world? Does he realize that his eyes look like that? Subconsciously you put your hand on his cheek. This makes him smile. Once you snap back into reality you pull away.

“I have unfinished business. I can’t go to your school until I finish that.” You finally say

“Well maybe we can help. What’s the business?”

“I need to kill someone, but if I kill him his people will probably kill me…”

“Is he a like the leader of a gang or something? Why does he have people?”

“Well he is a pimp. Pimp’s tend to have followers. His name is Vinny. My dad sold me to him when I was ten. He is the reason I’m in this situation. He is why your master is even interested in me. I need him to be dead. I don’t want anymore girls like me. He needs to be gone.”

“I didn’t know.. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you know? I literally just met you. I don’t even know why I’m saying all this shit to you…”

“Well I’ll help you. I totally understand shit dads. I had to kill mine because I wanted to protect my mom and little brother. Pieces of shit need to be killed. If my dad wasn’t a piece of shit I wouldn’t be at Kings either. I understand, so I’ll help you.”

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Thanks for reading even if it was shitty lol. Part two will probably be out tomorrow as long as I have time to type it. I have school vacation until wednesday so I’ll write the whole time… also I’m going to keep posting parts even if people don’t really like it because I like it 😊

[akaluan-writes]

To Become a Lorta

((Okay, so this is one of the larger fragments of this ofic that I worked on nearly a decade ago, and I think it stands alone pretty well. Definitely not the cleanest of writing, but it’s not half bad.

So the general setting is like... post apocalyptic world, where a solar flare did some Really Bad Things to the world, and as a result there was a lot of backlash against technology in general, although these people in this story DO live in the run-down ruins of a city they’ve forgotten how to reliably fix. There’s... a lot of weird shit that’s implied in a bunch of the other fragments, but this one is pretty straightforward.

The “Lorta” are a small military group, right hand of the ruler of their country and all that, and they’re pretty well feared because they use and know how to maintain technology, including guns.))

Rough wood dug into his legs, splinters finding every opportunity to spear at him through his worn pants. He cast aside thoughts of annoyance, letting his gaze slide over the room below as he waited for the opportunity he'd been promised.

Four heartbeats later, a trio of men strode through, intent on their own conversation, and passed into another room. Gathering himself, he leapt down from his perch and landed softly on a thick rug. Quiet thumps to either side of him told him the rest of the team had followed his lead, if not exactly with his level of skill.

"Kaizur," came a whisper from his right, "should we be doin' this? Lairzu's buddy-buddy wit' Lortan, ain't he?"

"Hush yer mouth!" responded the man to his left, "We'z followin' orders, an' Kaizur knows't, as should ye. We Red Moons ain't 'fraida no Lortan!"

Kaizur crept forward towards the doorway the three men had passed through, his off hand signaling his teammates to remain where they were, and peered through the crack. Two of the three were sitting down and talking, the third standing to the side -- a guard, he guessed, with the two sitting being Lairzu and the distraction they'd been promised.

Satisfied that all was well, Kaizur crept backwards away from the door and began slinking towards the stairs to the second floor, motioning for the other two to follow him.

The stairs were old, creaking softly under his weight so matter how hard he tried to move silently, and the noise one of his teammates was making caused him to cringe inside. These children were more liability than asset...

"That's Zjierd!" came the shrill yelp of his second teammate.

Kaizur's heart froze in his chest as he turned to stare over his shoulder, at his second teammate who was crouched before the door, at the door itself as it was wrenched open, at the blood that blossomed across the old rug like a flower suddenly given life.

The sharp tang of blood filled his mouth as Kaizur bit his tongue to hold back his cry of disbelief. He couldn't pause long enough to view his last teammate's fate, though the echoing report of a gun warned him to keep moving, abandoning stealth for survival and completion of the mission.

The landing he finally reached was circular, ringed with identical steel doors.

"Ciradoss sed... fifth door frum stairs? Or wuz it sixth?"

The stairs creaked behind him, someone's steady tread approaching relentlessly.

Biting his lip, Kaizur darted away from the landing, tapping each door as he counted under his breath, skidding past the fifth and jiggling the handle on the sixth, a prayer to Sevok on his lips.

The door ghosted open on silent hinges, revealing a room crammed full of dressers and drawers and furniture the likes of which only the rich could afford, but worn and faded from their previous glory. And to the left of the only window in the room, resting on a dusty stand, was the sword he was told to fetch.

Closing the door with an absent kick, Kaizur scrambled over the furniture, snatching the sheathed sword in trembling hands and fumbling it hastily across his back and into his harness. The window beyond beckoned him, and it was the work of long heartbeats to fumble the catches open and shove the heavy leaves open without assistance.

The sudden breeze whispering past his ear and out the window was his only warning of trouble. Swiftly, he leapt onto the window ledge and glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see Lairzu and his cronies, armed to the teeth and ready to shoot.

Instead, a single man watched from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and emerald eyes examining him with a cold detachment. Two vertical blue bars on the man's belt identified him as a Lorta, and a third red bar as the commander—

The kid had been right, the guest of Lairzu was Zjierd, Commander of the Lortan.

"Lairzu was right, wasn't he. Those two were diversions to protect the real thief."

"Neh! Untrained kiddies onna suicide mission, yeh, but ain't my choice t'bring 'em 'long! Coulda done this'un m'self, wit'out th' deaths, eh?" Kaizur muttered sulkily, "We Red Moons gotta stick t'gether, ye ken? Cept lately, th' boss been goin' sev'ral kinds of crazy, so we do we can t'live, despite stupid orders an such."

Zjierd frowned, taking a step into the room, "Why stay with them then?"

"Cause. Iffen I don't, more kiddies will die, eh?"

Before Zjierd could say another word, Kaizur twisted back around and dropped out the window.

(())

"M'lord Ciradoss, here be th'sword ye wanted, eh?" Kaizur spoke as he knelt before the throne of the Red Moons, head down and sword offered above his head as their leader required. Inwardly, he was glowering at the fool's feet, but he let nothing of it show on his face. He was in enough trouble for the death of the two gang members he'd been ordered to bring along -- never mind that they were both youths, never mind that he had protested bringing such untried children with him, and especially never mind that he suspected Ciradoss of trying to off him in such a crude manner.

"Yes, yes, a truly beautiful thing it is!" Ciradoss exclaimed as he lifted the sword from Kaizur's hands, "Worth th' loss of th' chitlins, yes, yes?"

"Yes, M'lord," Kaizur gritted out as he let his hands fall to the floor, shoulders protesting the strain of being held in such a position for so long, mind screaming profanities at the man who so easily discarded lives they couldn't afford to lose.

"Then away wit' ya, yes, yes? Th' mighty king a' th' Red Moons don't need ya no more."

Keeping his face impassive, Kaizur rose from the floor and bowed deeply, backing away from the throne and the man on it until doors slammed closed between the two of them.

It was time and past for a change of leaders.

(())

"Hsst! Kaizur!"

Miru's soft words were all it took to wake him, "What is it, eh?"

"Ciradoss be talkin' wit' some stranger 'bout ye. C'mon!"

Gritting his teeth, Kaizur rose from his nest of ratty blankets and crept across the rafters, following the dim outline of one of his few friends. Together, the two of them crouched on narrow steel beams, gazing down at the throne room through the carefully widened cracks in the floor of the attic and straining to hear what was being said.

"—stole from Lairzu." The muffled voice was distinctive, lacking the burr of the slums and the rounded vowels of the commoners, but not truly the cultured smoothness of the nobility.

"So ya force yer way inta th' Red Moons den, an' demand both th' sword an' th' boy, yes, yes? Yer jes one man, ain't 'fraida ya."

"Things will go much better for you if you cooperate. The sword must be returned to its rightful owner, and the boy must pay for his crimes."

He recognized the voice at last. Zjierd. How had the man found this hideout so easily, when not even their rivals could find it?

Frowning, Kaizur looked over at his friend, "How long's th' man been 'ere, eh?"

"Coupl'a minutes," Miru responded, "Think he'sa Lortan, but not sure. Keeps tryin' t' c'nvince Ciradoss t' tell him where y'are. Methinks th' sword's jes cover fer him t' ask about ye."

"Ain't never wanted t' be a Lorta, ain't never gunna be, eh? I gots duties 'ere." Such as keeping the Red Moons alive until he could wrest control from Ciradoss.

With that in mind, he turned his attention back to the throne room.

"Ya have n'right! Tellin' me, Lord Ciradoss a' th' Red Moons, what t' do! Guards!"

Eyes widening, the two boys watched as Ciradoss' thugs lunged from cover, their motley collection of makeshift weapons, mostly rusted knives and heavy pipes, ludicrous in comparison to the glimmering blades the stranger drew.

Kaizur counted only five heartbeats before the battle was won, the stranger untouched even by the blood of his enemies, and two more heartbeats for the stranger to cross the distance to where Ciradoss cowered on his throne.

"Tell me where the boy is."

"Upstairs! He an' th' rest be upstairs sleeping, yes, yes! Jes leave me 'lone an' ya can have th' blasted kid!"

Kaizur growled at Ciradoss' cowardice, "We gotta scat, Miru, that be Zjierd. Wit him on our tails, we ain't gotta raindrop's chance in Za'Crer t' stand an' fight. Wake up Dasur an' Raira an' th' rest, amma get our stash, an' we'll scat a'fore anyone's th' wiser, eh?"

"Kaiz—"

Kaizur paused, glancing back at Miru, "Promised ye that I'd pull th' Red Moons free, eh? Ain't givin' up now!"

He didn't wait for Miru to respond, just took off across the dark attic towards his makeshift bed, plans skipping through his head. There wasn't a moment to lose, not if he wanted to escape with the rest of his crew.

His subconscious recognized the threat and made him dart to the right before he realized what was going on, a hand grasping at thin air where his shoulder had been a moment before. Not daring to look back, he pushed himself faster, darting into the maze of half finished walls and stacked junk that took up part of the attic, abandoning his own things in favor of grabbing the crew's stash. No stranger could match him through the labyrinth, especially in such darkness.

Forcing his breath to be nearly silent, Kaizur wriggled his way through passages he was getting too large to fit through, scrambling to reach the hidden stash and make it back out before Zjierd could catch him. He nearly sobbed in relief when his hand closed over the small box tucked away in a nook, drawing it out and tucking it firmly into a pocket, before continuing his race through the labyrinth.

Diffused moonlight reached his eyes as he rounded another turn, the light filtered through milky, cracked glass of the window.

Zjierd stood in front of the window, one hand tightly gripping little Miru's shoulder, the two of them blocking his way.

"Am sorry, Kaizur..." Miru sobbed, tears catching the moonlight like jewels, "He caught me, an' threatened t' kill ye iffen I didn't help..."

"Kaizur, why are you running from me?" Zjierd's voice cut through Miru's mumbled apologies, "Is this life so much better than the life of a Lorta? You have the skills and aptitude to excel as one of us, and anyone else would jump for the chance to be offered such a position—"

"Yeh? Well, go an' offer it t' one a them, eh? I gots me duties an' promises 'ere, an' ain't gunna jes shove over an' let some fool take 'vantage a' my crew!" Kaizur weighed his options as he watched Zjierd. Ciradoss was right about one thing, at least, Zjierd was just one man, and there were more escape routes in this ruin of a building than even little Miru knew of. But if he left, who knew what Zjierd would do to the kid. Miru, at least, deserved better than death or imprisonment, guilty of nothing but friendship.

"Your crew?" Zjierd frowned, "As far as I'm aware, the Red Moons are run by Ciradoss."

"Yeh? Well, ya ain't one a' us, eh? My crew, we be wantin' free a' Ciradoss an' this 'ere death trap. An' who'll lead th' kiddies iffen ya take me 'way, eh?" Kaizur took a step forward as he saw Zjierd loosen his grip on Miru's shoulder. He strove to catch the kid's attention, but Miru was too focused on the floor to see him. Never mind, Miru would do what was right when prompted.

"A reasonable argument. In that case, if you will permit it, I'll—"

"Miru, catch!" Kaizur shouted as he lunged forward, knocking Zjierd back against the window more out of surprise than anything, tossing the small box from his pocket to Miru. Zjierd's hands closed over his shoulders even as both heard the protesting creak of the window and the glass. Green eyes looked down on him in surprise as both glass and frame gave way, spilling the two out into the night air.

Frantic, Kaizur grappled with Zjierd. He hadn't expected the window to give way that easily, but he fully intended on surviving the fall.

Green eyes caught his once more, surprise replaced by a combination of amusement and confidence, even as he felt a sharp pain flare on the back of his neck.

Zjierd's voice was the last thing he heard before unconsciousness claimed him, "Sorry, kid, but I refuse to let skills like yours rot down here in the slums."

[iwantsomeore]

Silver Lining: Chapter 1

SUMMARY:

Prompto’s twin sister, Velox, accompanies the others to briefly meet with King Regis. After their interaction, the retinue leaves for Altissia.

PREVIOUSLY:

Prologue Part 1 Prologue Part 2 Prologue Part 3

Chapters:

1

2

AN:

I’m trying a little bit of a new layout for this ‘bonus info’! I’ve also got an Argentum twins aesthetic going up later today! please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback!

TAGS:

@kerrtrashwrites @joioliviapolaroid @themissimmortal

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The Argentums’ movements were rigid. While Noctis, Gladio and Ignis glided comfortably through the halls, Prompto and Velox followed awkwardly. The blonde observed the back of the prince’s head from her position.

She had known Noctis since childhood. He had been one of her closest friends since high school and despite all of this, neither she nor her brother had ever met Noctis’ father. The idea of knowing someone for so long and having not met their parents or guardians seemed foreign. The more she thought about it, she realized Noctis hadn’t met her parents either. Then again, that was a different circumstance entirely.

As mere citizens, entering the Citadel had been nothing but a farfetched daydream up until then. In all of their time knowing Noctis, the twins had only stepped foot inside the Citadel once, and that happened to be just the day before.

The building was ethereal and it appeared otherworldly. Velox’s imagination could not capture the reality of its immense beauty. The rivers of black tile guiding them sparkled with specks of starlight and vines of gold climbing the walls commanded eyes to follow them towards the throne. Columned walls led visitors to a staircase that stood before the king’s place. Waterfalls of gold flowed from the ceiling and engulfed the throne like a wave. Gold adorned the frames of two enormous windows, which were adjacent to the king’s chair. They invited nature’s warmth into the room and created a spotlight for the king.

King Regis gazed down at the company of five from his perch. “The decreed hour is come. Set forth with my blessing, Prince Noctis.”

Noctis bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Take your leave, and go in the grace of the gods.”

The prince nodded, seemingly dispirited. “Right.”

He swiftly spun on his heel. Gladio hurriedly shifted out of Noctis’ way and watched his friend trudge towards the exit. The Shield quickly bowed before following the prince. Ignis and the twins mimicked his actions.

The group swung the large doors of the Citadel open and stepped into the sun’s rays. They walked down the stairs to meet Cor, who stood on the sidewalk awaiting their return. The Regalia, King Regis’ car, was parked behind him.

“Well, princes will be princes,” Prompto joked.

“Got that right,” Velox agreed.

Ignis sighed, “So much for royal protocol.”

“Not like you had to deliver a formal address,” Gladio said while stretching.

“Your highness!”

The quintet glanced over their shoulders to see King Regis and Drautos standing at the Citadel entrance. With Drautos’ assistance, the king slowly descended the steps.

“What now?” said Noctis as he turned to his father.

“I fear I have left too much unsaid,” the king announced as he arrived beside his son. “You place a great burden on those who would bear with you.”

The prince snorted, scanning his father’s cane and leg. “You’re one to talk.”

King Regis looked to the figures standing behind Noctis. “I ask not that you guide my wayward son, merely that you remain at his side.”

Ignis bowed, “Indeed, Your Grace.”

“We’ll see the prince to Altissia, if it’s the last thing we see,” The Shield said, dipping his torso towards the ground.

“Yeah, what he said,” Prompto stuttered while the twins imitated Gladio.

“He’s in good hands,” Velox insisted.

King Regis smiled warmly at his son’s comrades.

“Hate to break this up, but Cor’s got the motor running. Drautos,” Noctis called, gesturing towards the king, “he’s in your hands.”

“And another thing!” King Regis stalled. “Do mind your manners around your charming bride-to-be.”

Noctis bowed dramatically. “Your Majesty, as well,” he said, smiling at the king. “Try to mind yours around our esteemed guests from Niflheim.”

Ignis looked at the others. He ushered them down the stairs to The Immortal. The king’s final words with his son were to be kept sacred and private.

Cor took a pair of keys out of his pocket and dangled them in front of the group. “She’s in your hands now.”

Prompto cheered and snatched them from Cor’s grasp.

“Be careful,” he advised.

The quartet released a chorus of reassurance. Prompto hopped into the driver’s seat and Ignis took the passenger’s seat beside him. Velox sat in the backseat with Gladio. She was about the buckle her seatbelt, but immediately froze when The Shield cleared his throat.

“Whadd'ya think you’re doing?” Gladio asked.

She stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Whadd'ya mean?”

“You know you’re sitting in the middle, right?”

Velox stared at The Shield in disbelief. He simply gazed back wearing a smug expression.

“Nooo!” she groaned.

Gladio smirked. “You are the smallest one here.”

“Since when? Noct and I are pretty much the same size.”

“My bad, let me rephrase that,” The Sheild began, “You’re the shortest one here.”

“And?”

“You don’t need the leg room.”

She glared intensely at Gladio for a few moments. The tension surrounding them was so thick you could practically see it. Knowing when to admit defeat, she sighed and her shoulders drooped.

“The sacrifices I make for you boys,” she said, grumpily scooting into the middle of the backseat.

“We could leave you behind next time.”

Velox crossed her arms and huffed comically. “Funny.”

“There may not be a next time,” Ignis said. “After Highness is married, he won’t have time for road trips. He’ll have a kingdom to rule.”

“Then let’s make the most of it while we can!” Prompto shouted.

Noctis opened the car door and climbed into the backseat. “Let’s get moving!”

Prompto pushed a button and the roof of the car tucked itself away. The group waved to King Regis, Drautos and Cor before speeding off.

“This might be the only car ride Noct actually stays awake for.”

The prince shoved Velox’s shoulder and grouchily muttered under his breath.

•••

“I’m just saying, this baby must have magical abilities or something! I mean, how’d we cram all our luggage into the trunk?” Prompto exclaimed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Noctis pursed his lips in thought. “You’ve got a point.”

“Yeah,” Velox concurred. “Considering all that stuff Gladio brought, it’s a miracle everything fit.”

“Hey, it isn’t all my stuff. The camping equipment’s mine, but the rest of it’s for Iggy,” Gladio justified.

“I told you to pack the bare necessities,” Ignis said, scowling at Gladio through the side view mirror.

“So I guess you cook a lot then, Iggy?” Prompto asked.

“I wouldn’t say ‘a lot.’”

“Y’know, Noct let us have a bite of his dinner once.”

“Oh yeah!” Velox chimed. “I remember that!”

“And?” Ignis questioned, a hint of anxiousnessness in his voice.

“It. Was. Amazing!” they praised.

The advisor faintly blushed. “Is that so?”

“Yeah!” Prompto complimented. “I was hopin’ that’s what it’d be like at camp, but you usually cook in a real kitchen, right? I can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like in the outdoors.”

“Regardless, we can’t wait to have more of your food!” Velox said excitedly.

Ignis chuckled. “Well, I certainly don’t want to disappoint. I might as well ask your preferences.”

“Well, I like sweets, but real food’s good, too. Spicy food and… well, I’ll eat anything, really. Even weird stuff,” Prompto informed.

“I was hoping to experiment with local ingredients, so I’m glad you can keep an open mind,” Ignis grinned. “And you, Velox?”

“We’re pretty much the same palate-wise,” she said, nodding to her brother, “except when it comes to spicy stuff. I’ve got the biggest sweet tooth and I’ll try anything once, but spicy food is the death of me.”

Gladio grunted from behind his book, “Weak.”

“We can’t all have tastebuds of steal like you, tough guy,” the blonde said, jabbing him in the chest.

“I’m with her on this one,” Noctis remarked. “You have an iron stomach.”

“I wonder what kind of food they’ll have at the wedding,” Prompto thought out loud. “What kind of food does Lunafreya like?”

“I’m not completely sure,” Noctis said honestly.

“Speaking of which… It’s been some while. Do you remember the last time you saw Lady Lunafreya?” Ignis inquired.

The prince look up at the sky as he thought for a moment. “About 12 years ago?”

“That would make you… 8?” Prompto said, pausing to check his math. “You were kids!”

He turned his body to look at Noctis. Ignis quickly pointed to the road, causing Prompto to nervously return to his original position.

“Hope she hasn’t gotten her hopes up,” Gladio stated.

Noctis clicked his tongue, exasperated. “Why not?”

Prompto snickered and his sister stifled a laugh.

Noctis frowned, “Calm yourself.”

“Try and keep it together when you meet her,” Gladio said, wiggling a finger in the prince’s face.

“She’ll expect to see a fine, young prince,” Ignis added.

Noctis smiled and leaned forward. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“How much time ya got?” Velox joshed.

“Returning to the subject at hand, this is your wedding we’re talking about, Noct,” Ignis said.

Noctis smirked. “Knew that too.”

Velox shook her head and grinned while her twin bursted into laughter. She leaned back into the leather seat and looked up at the clouds moving above her. The blonde thought she heard a strange noise, but dismissed it as figment of her imagination.

“You really gotta calm down, Prompto.”

The blond wiped tears from his eyes and suppressed his giggles.

Velox listened intently and her eyebrows furrowed. “You hear that?”

The blonde swore she had heard the noise again. The rattling within the car had grown louder.

Prompto pouted, “Sis, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Not you! I’m talkin’ about the-”

POP!

All of a sudden, smoke poured from the exhaust pipe like a chimney during a cold winter’s night.

POP!

“Uh-oh!” Prompto exclaimed.

The wheels of the Regalia gradually stopped spinning until the car came to an abrupt halt.

“Whaddya mean ‘uh-oh’?” Gladio frowned.

The prince sighed, “I think I know.”

[miyeonswritings]

Call me Suga

Ok, I love this request. And I think is’t 

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Words: 1,3k, but it contains full lyrics, so.....

This drabble contains the lyrics to Feeling Myself by Nicki and Bey.

Genre: fluff maybe?

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Your best friend and you strolled at the park. It was a funny day, perfect to relax. You both were pretty busy in the last week and barely saw each other, which was very unusual for you. So you walked, hand in hand, and complained about your life.

Suddenly you heard the penetrating voice of a moderator, which blasted through a microphone. 

“Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to our exciting talent show. We want you, yes you. everyone can come onstage and show us his talent. The winner will get the appreciation of the audience and a cash prize of 500$.”

“Oh my god. Who knows how many idiots will show their “talent”. Let’s go and watch this.” your friend said. You arrived at the small stage in the center of the meadow. Many people already already placed thereselfs on the soft grass and watched the show. It was a releaxed mood and you and your friend also sat down. The first contetestant made his way onstage and started to sing with a shaky voice. Time passed by and you and your friend started to feel bored. 

“Y/f/n, I’m bored. I thought there would be someone funny or outstanding, but no.”

“Uhmm-””And this was the last contestant, now I ask YOU guys, who wants to come onstage and try his best? You have nothing to lose!”

“WE WANT!” Your friend literally jumped up.

“Are you crazy? I wont make myself an idiot in front of strangers!”

“Ohh, come on y/n. Don’t you remember our karaoke-evening? We rocked it.”

“Thats not-””.....so come upstage and show us your talent!”

Your friend didn’t listened to you and made her way straight to the stage while dragging you behind her. She shortly talked with the DJ, who gave the both of you microphones. You both walked over to the moderator, who awaited you with a bright smile.”

“Come on, don’t be shy! So...here we have some beautiful and young ladies, let’s see what they’re going to present us.”

He walked off stage and the intro started to play.

“Relax and just look at my. Let’s rock!”your friend whispered. 

*Okay Y/N! Relex! There’s just you and Y/F/N. No audience. You can do it* you tried to calm yourself.

It started.

Yo B They ready? Let's go!

Your voice wasn’t as strong as usual, but than you saw your friend.

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

She seemed more than confident. And her moves made some man whistle. Suddenly, all nervousy was washed away. And now you started.

I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it, and a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that'll let Saks have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Bitch, never left but I'm back at it, and I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off, cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off He be thinking about me when he whacks off, wax on? (Wax off) National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce, "On The Run Tour", with my mask off

You moved your body perfect to the beat and shot some glares to the audience.

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Male or female, it make no difference I stop the world World stop... Carry on

During that part, you and your friend moved your bodies together.

Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, feed him for his breakfast Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right" He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I said "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!)

You saw how some of the people started to move to.

I'm whippin' that work He diggin' that work, I got it 36 of that real Panky full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that bounce baby I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas) Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine (Migraine, migraine, migraine, ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas)

Now no one didn’t moved his body.

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho ho, let that ho know -- he in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? You bitches will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a Rap legend Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that Nature? Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list I-I-I-I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

The music stopped and it was quiet for one second before the audience started to freak out. You earned plaudit and whistle’s from them. You looked at your friend and she laughed at you.

“It wasn’t thaaat bad, wasn’t it?” she laughed.

“Shut up” was your answer.

“Well, well, well. I’m glad we were able to hear that. And you know why? You were A.W.E.S.O.M.E. I think Im not wrong when I say that we have the winner’s of our small competition. What do you guys think?”. The moderator came back and holded his microphone towards the audience, which clapped and screamed again.

He handed you the money and you made your way down the stage.You still couldn’t belive it. The people slowly started to disappear, but some still looked at you, glances full of admiration.  

“Okay babe, I don’t now what you wanno do, but im going to talk with this hot guy over there.” your friend smirked. You just laughed while she made her way to the tall guy.

“You were pretty good.....for an amateur.” a husky voice spoke behind you.

“Excuse me?!”you replied while turning around, just to face a handsome boy with a pale and soft-looking skin and a pretty face, surrounded by black hair.

“And you are who to judge about my, admittedly amateurish, rapping skills?”

“Min Yoongi, but my friends call me Suga. But I need to say that you have talent.”, he explained while his lips turned into a smirk.

“Did i understood it right that the genious Min Yoongi wants to teach the small Y/L/N Y/N how to improve her rapping?”

“Interpret it the way you want and as I said, call me Suga.”

“I can’t remember that we’re friends!?”

“I think we will.”

Obviously the 500$ we’re the smaller part of the prize you won today.

[minusthecynic]

I aint got time for playing games just that chick who sets my heart aflame it aint no mystery what happened with her and me/ how it wasn't meant to be/ how we fell apart like the little statuette I made of my art group leader in his honour cos it wasn't properly prepared for the kiln/ am I ready to endure that blazing tongue licking trial and torture/ don't kick me when I'm down cos you will teach me nothing you will just breed little beasties of resentment in me/ which wrap themselves around my neck and strangle the living daylights out of me/ in Jah I delight if you didn't know already/ rocking steady to this beat/ the music that's playing in my head when I write this/ I wont be defeated by my pitiful circumstances/ they say time heals all wounds but I've still got scabs cos I keep picking them open every time they start to recover/ breaking the bars of my skin cells cracking them open like fortune cookies/ fresh blood flows out my flesh/ I look like a wookie when folks give me stress/ I'm so blessed/ not oppressed by demons any longer/ though you might think otherwise if you saw the way I treat those pretty witty butterflies that come into my net/ live my love life with no regret/ you can make me soaking wet like the sea/ but I crave a deeper intimacy than the kind that your mind could ever possibly provide/ and its deeper than just bumping and grinding for me/ I want that church and steeple kind of love/ I want that sunday morning you in that white wedding dress kind of love/ I want the whole world knowing about us kind of love/ I don't like doing things in the secret chambers of a garden dark/ hey why should we hide our affection from the world we have been doing that for far too long and you wonder why I snapped my link with you/ don't expect to be respected if you aint prepared to show it shorty/ I aint hating on you I still love you but we can never be together again you already know that/ I know you harbour no illusions about the potential of the two of us to be together/ I'm desperately scribbling like an idiot jailbird chewing his last meal to avoid the temptation of another live video broadcast I shouldn't be watching streaming from the lounge room of some cutie I probably shouldn't be friends with but my love for God is endless/ so can I extend a benevolent hand without my motives being twisted all out of shape like pipe cleaners/ some say I'm a dreamer cos I spit that utopian paradise concept I utilize these skills not to pay the bills just to entertain the masses/ some may say I'm classist nah I'm just a classic/ like retro reebok or Adidas sneaks/ I do speak my mind in volumes copious compendiums of the freedom I've been extended by Jesus/ I won't end up like my grandfolks did/ going to hell in a handbasket/ unless they truly turned around on their deathbeds/ I've got to hope what they confessed to my moms n pops was genuine/ cos id sure hate not to see their lovely faces in heaven/ its pretty tricky yo when youre the second generation/ passing on the truth you learned from your ancestors/ I can relate to that indigenous struggle to maintain cultural heritage/ keep the language alive/ keep our songs and dances going/ put our art on blast/ cos we don't want our past to always remain our past sometimes we want it present in our future also/ only the bits that can potentially be redeemed for Jesus/ some say I'm an also ran/ but I aint gonna freeze up just because hate and criticism be on the increase/ shorty knows ive got it locked with Jesus He causes the evil to decrease in me/ less of me and more of you Lord this is my plea/ I know I cheat cos I don't flow to the beat/ just the music drumming in between my own ears/ perfect love casts out all fear/ you can tell I'm sloppy with my rhyme schemes panting for Christs living water like a thirsty deer/ unlike my homegirl channy I don't flow properly/ I do it sloppily but I'm still Gods property/ I dig this rap game ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper/ ive been that wannabe rhyme dropper/ homies hate on the skills got me wondering why don't they go ahead and do it themselves if they want to hear something slightly more endearing/ I would be cheering/ I aint hating for the sake of hating/ big up my homies I be celebrating/ not denigrating/ this is more than a recreational pursuit for me/ I would do it for a full time job but noones dangling golden cash carrots under me/ little wonder cos my thunder got stolen by way too many broken hearts and the molten lava I fell in/ cos my ego got in the way of my progress/ little girls calling me their idol/ people comparing me to my heroes/ as if I could ever be considered their peers and equals/ my head got big and swelled/ I could barely hold it up it was so bursting with pride/ yet when I chose to walk by the side of the lion of zion I realized how little I was without His help/ and what wee amounts of change I could accomplish stranded on my own on a lonely island/ selfishness just gets you nowhere fast/ ive got regrets for the way I used to live/ that die is cast but I broke the mould/ still haven't got a woman to have and hold/ for the rest of my life though when I do I'm gonna treat her like purest gold/ a diamond that's been cut innumerable times made more beautiful by her scars/ she will forever own my heart/ I hate the fact that I cant be with her right now/ I hate the fact that God said no to one girl but He might say yes to another/ plenty fish in the sea for this brother/ I know its a tired stale old cliché but I believe that I don't have to settle for a life of permanent bachelorhood/ and if youre a chick youre a spinster/ don't let them stick that bachelorette trash labelling on you/ whats in a name/ identity distinction/ you aint one of the bros you're your own person/ I give up on myself too soon just like I did with you/ strap me to a billion black balloons let them weigh down this sad faced clown/ fill them up with concrete when its still dripping liquid/ if that's even possible/ descriptive of the way I feel/ like I'm sweating bullets and lead/ scared of the future without a bae to call my own/ unlike that game show I don't aim to claim the throne/ I'm just happy playing follow the leader/ not straying from Jahs calling rounding up those stubborn ones I'm that sheep dog/ prodding cattle to get moving on a journey of self improvement/ no one knows the troubles ive seen or where ive been/ or the times when ive come in between a rock and a hard place/ or husbands and wives/ gossip separates friends/ and causes you to use kitchen knives/ for something other than slicing up animal meat/ I don't want any more blood flowing down our streets/ we already got robbed once I would be a dunce if I ever put myself in a position to allow that to happen again/ now God provided the money so we can claim back on insurance all that got jacked from us/ and so we could tighten our security/ Lord I wanna live a life of purity but you know what these two eyes see/ pretty young things find their way to me when I aint even looking for them/ so ive gotta be extra careful do that dip and bounce with my eyeballs/ when other dudes in seventh grade were making collages of busty babes I was pasting tiny babies snaps to my page/ we didn't even get to use a pen til then/ maybe it was freshman year/ can we live our lives without causing each others eyes to drip rivers of tears/ all of these days weeks months I wasted/ all of the blood on my lips I tasted/ only from my own d n a far as I could tell/ though some share the same  as me/ in some small way linked by code of genetics to all of humanity/ its pathetic how we start race wars and act sexist/ all because were stubborn and pigheaded/ tell ourselves we can't forgive the wrongs of the past but that's a lie of the enemy/ crazy talk like suddenly sprouting legs and trotting round if you're a sea anemone/ I aint a portugese man of war I wonder what I'm fighting for/ instead of delighting in you Lord igniting that holy fire in me/ I'm frightened for what the future has in store/ I don't wanna be the same old me anymore/ but I find myself in wrestling matches with angels / like Jacob pretty soon I'm gonna wind up missing hip bones/ could you change my name to Israel/ so I know God will prevail evey time someone calls my name/ seeing myself as His success upon each occasion when they point out my failures/ and they will know us by the trail of the dead skin cells attached to bloody bandages we leave behind us when we go strolling down the gardens of the ghettos we all know and love/ I've still gotta live with the consequences of my actions this side of heaven/ I'm so dense and intense most cant handle me so they sit on the fence and observe the way my candles lit/ while I collect my dollars and cents and just smile cos Gods a genius/ cracking me up cos suckers and liars said I could never make any money outta this biz/ guess what I proved them wrong even though that wasn't the motivating factor/ saving souls and taking care of my future family was the only reason why I ever wanted to get cashed up/ I talked way too much trash for my own good/ folks misunderstood the way I acted in my neighbourhood/ losers calling themselves outlaws/ if they got locked up in jail how would they feel for real/ bush rangers strangers highway men by way men/ you aint going my way men so I can relax/ and even if you did pull me over to one side and told this kid to give his money cough that cash give it up quick smart like pash rash or risk losing his life you think i'd care to open my wallet for such deviants/ losing my life means nothing to me cos its in the hands of Jesus stupid/ so I aint fretting if you pull a gun on me and stick it to my head tell me that youre gonna pull the trigger on my skull and blast it to smithereens/ cos I know who my king is/ and I know where my future is/ lying beyond the stars/ they treat me like a spider from mars sipping cider from a glass/ eyeball with a hole where the pupil should be/ I'm like john lennon legend and tupac I wrestle with my own vanity/ that's insanity/ but one out of three found Jesus in the end/ at least that's the truth of which I'm convinced my friend/ some say I'm gonna deal with my sorrow tomorrow then they don't live another day there  has to be a better way/ homies who consider themselves sold out for Jesus still watch movies with cussing does that even bear discussing/ why the shortie of my dreams watching scream queens better yet what I'm doing in that haunted house I should ask myself/ why the ski mask or hockey like Jason why I'm chasing that dragon why I'm facing these giants why I see myself  as a dwarf but my God towers over my oppressors/ why I love the fact that He forgives me despite my constant messing round with transgressions and gressors/ how am I supposed to address this/ so much we don't talk about for the sake of love/ like I quit paying out on atheists/ cos I knew that wasn't winning souls for His kingdom/ it wasn't Christs mindset/ even though I don't believe that atheists truly exist theyre such an easy target/ I close my eyes and try to forget/ about all the blood sweat and tears it took to get my homegirl to where she is today/ thank you Lord for all the change you have brought to her life that death for life exchange/ I had to force myself to slow down cos I wasn't getting anywhere speeding too fast through life/ is it cos I drink too much coffee that I'm mentally rushing through this cconversation already thinking of what I'm gonna do with my day once you're up and gone/ why can't I just chill with it and enjoy the moment/ I don't have a remote control button to freeze the sun and keep you here with me shortie so I've gotta lap up the milk of time you're giving me like a happy cat and don't complain/ cos I cant prolong your stay for any longer than you wanna be here/ I'm sincere in my apology for trying to express my love for you in a physical way before you were ready/ I should have stuck with emotional expressions of the deep impression you carved into my heart right from the very start/ I guess I should have been more careful the kind of pics I was allowing my eyes to look at less than an hour before meeting you/ now I'm entreating you have mercy on me/ give me date number two/ or call it business meet/ cos I mix business with pleasure when the two of us are standing on the same street/ I'm demanding your attention never commanding it/ you could conquer the world if you quit hanging with twits/ do I include myself in that category/ guaranteed you could win a game of scattergories/ look at me I'm an allegory/ for what could happen if you trust in Jesus with your whole heart/ quit playing church and pushing HIm to the furthest branch of your birch/ I know sometimes life situations have got you out on a limb/ and I can't even imagine what you went through having to endure refugee camp/ dealing with that cramped space/ though I can relate to starting over in a brand new country where no one knows your name or face/ or the beauty of your personality/ I know it was hard for your folks cos they probably started at the top in your country then slid back to the bottom in ours/ having to begin all over again/ I remember how excited you were on the advent of becoming a citizen/ we've been through some happy times together/ getting higher than Everest/ stoked off that moment enthralled by your cleverness/ when you got into uni and excelled at those good grades/ when I saw you shining like constellations up on stage/ such a sensation I'm amazed/ you were on the line up for a folk festival I only visited as a paying guest/ is it only in my fantasies you lay your head down on my chest in wedded bliss/ baby let me comb your hair/ I love you in everything you wear/ can you do a fashion show for me when you select what you determine to be the best dress for that particular occasion/ you don't need any make up to look gorgeous/ I could wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with my head besides yours on the pillow every evening/ you got me weeping like a willow cos I only share this double bed with ghosts and memories/ they say the rap  game is a widow maker/ cos cats be onto you pouncing when you shake your money maker and bouncing round the house like that/ every dog on the block wants to chat with you/ wants to lock you in chains make a hood rat out of you/ but you aint going for their smooth talk/ cos your eyes are on your heavenly prize/ not just like some souls whose only goal is to see themselves blaze bright and all the rest of the world can just burn up like a pile of garbage you discarded in your yard cos you couldn't stand the sight of carnage/ they feed people to pigs in my country no really/ they got mafia operating in my local area maybe/ living next door to a bikie gang affiliated lady/ still she can't use her shotgun to make a hole in the foot of an intruder/ its crazy how our laws sometimes protects criminal elements more than it does those who are innocent victims/ I'm sick of chewing humble crow pie eating it just cos evil minded fools won't let sleeping dogs lie and give me peace/ as much as I care about the cause you're fighting for I can do it my own way without your help/ although you asked for mine you didn't want it in the way I was offering/ so I withdraw my assistance/ and I say forget about our friendship if you can't treat me right/ i'm not the scum between your toes/ i'm not a handkerchief you can wipe your bloody nose with/ i'm not that goober dripping from your snoz gonzo/ you think you're the fonz but you're barely fuzzy bear yet alone tonto/ Jah come to my aid pronto get this hate off my mind/ help me stop thinking about the friendships which I'm forced to leave behind/ should have drowned his companionship when my homegirl left me/ romantically though I was the one who hopped on that plane/ I didn't get why wendy Matthews song was sad cos I associated blue skies with gladness even though billy was right they do bring tears/ yet they can also fill you up with cheer/ when you know theres sunshine for days so yall can come out and play/ and I struggle to relate to songs about the sun which stays bright until late in the evening like those catastrophic gothic trolls panicking at the disco  / cos I operate under a different hemisphere but I'm more concerned about concentrating on what unites us instead of what divides/ believe it or not/ I'm ripley praying for those victims of homicide regicide and suicide/ suckers talked about killing God yet He still lives/ despite all of our obnoxiousness such snotty nosed punks He still forgives/ some get drunk off their own pretentions of genius/ yet they forget God is the one who gives their clogs their cleverness and their pants their smartness/ I wont be a bossy boots if you don't shoot the messenger/ did I forget Jesus is in the drivers seat/ I permanently play the role of passenger/ who paid for my passage Yah/ I aint saying things just to massage your ego/ I don't care if the truth is offensive to people/ though I try to speak it in love I don't shove folks in boxes/ without my spirit finding its home in Christ I'm a vagrant with no fixed address having no place to rest like He spoke of Himself in unfavourable comparison to vixens and foxes ❤ 🙂