#and take cover by atl too

[adorewo0]

SUMMARY : You are gifted barricade tickets to a Seventeen concert by your best friend. Woozi ends up taking your phone leading you down a slightly hectic and confusing love story with someone you never thought you would meet.

PAIRING : Idol!Woozi x Non-idol!reader

GENRE : Fluff, delulu, idol au/smau(?)

FEATURING : All of Seventeen

WARNINGS : None :)

NOTES : This is my first story, so any feedback on things I need to improve on would be helpful. Also some parts will be set up like a smau. It’s all based on what I’m feeling in the moment/what I think is visually appealing. THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE IDOLS IRL!

AN : At this point its Follow Tour Woozi cause he been looking too good. But I hope y'all are enjoying this! Originally it was for my bsf which is why its really cliche but I never finished. I'mma try and get chapters out more often so you don't have to wait. If you want to be notified when I update just tell me and I'll tag you!

Thank you<3

Chapter 2

“No cause vocal unit’s performance of Habit ate!” Kya emphasizes, “I swear a few tears dropped.” We are having our little debrief session at the airport waiting to board our plane.

“No cause S.Coups in Fire?” I point out, “That’s what did it for me.” So did S.Coups helping me. I force the thoughts of the many weird interactions from the night before out of my head.

Passengers for Plane ### may start boarding now. Please recall the information…

I tune out the rest of the information from the intercom knowing I don’t need it. Kya and I gather our things and get in line.

We ended up getting separated in the process of her booking our plane tickets, so I had to say a short “Bye” to her on the way to my seat.

When I get to my seat I put my luggage overhead and sat down. I’m sitting next to this dude with relatively long hair and a mask on. From what I can see of him, his face looks promising. I say “Hi” but he ignores me, looks out the window and turns up the music in his headphones. Oh.I decided to not let it bother me and focus on what movie I should watch from the plethora of options I downloaded beforehand.

Another person sits next to me, but I’m glued to my phone so I don’t pay much attention. I hear a deep voice say “Hey” and my head shoots up. I recognize the voice and as I stare at his mask-covered face more, the face matches as well.

“Oh hi! I didn’t expect to see you here.” I say dumbfounded.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either, you live in Atlanta or just visiting?” he asks incredulously.

“Yeah. My friend and I flew up to NY to see you guys since there was no ATL tour date.”

“Thank you! But sorry about that, we decided to do a last minute pop-up at a music festival in ATL a few days ago.” He says with a sorrowful look back.

“No it’s okay! We really enjoyed ourselves and the money was all worth it.” I say warmly.

“Thank you again for enjoying it.” I nod my head and the conversation dies down a little bit, but a few mins later he asks, “Do you wanna come to our sound check before the pop up? You can bring your friend and just hang out with us.”

“For real?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah! I thought it would be fun for you plus I think your chill and a couple of the other members think the same as well.” The information he provides me with is kind of surprising, but I go with it.

“Sure then! I’ll bring my friend Kya.”

“Great!” We continue talking on and off, my movie getting ignored for the most part the whole plane ride.

Kya’s POV

I get to my seat after my small wave to y/n. I’m trying to put up my suitcase, but I’m struggling due to my height being on the shorter side. The man who was waiting behind me stops me and takes the suitcase and puts it away. I let out a short sorry feeling self conscious. I sit down in the middle seat and he also puts his bag over my row and comes to sit in the window seat. I push my legs in, out of courtesy, and he slips past me. I distract myself with my phone and later the plane starts to take off.

I decide to fall asleep out of boredom after take off and lean my head back against my seat. I soon doze off but my head moves all the way to the left into an uncomfortable position. I feel someones’ hand grab my head and move it to the right on something hard. I look up and stare at the man from before and he slowly starts to look familiar. Minghao? Nah I’m trippin. I fall back asleep on the man’s shoulder which feels heavenly to use as a pillow.

He wakes me up when the plane has landed and I look up at him confused. I soon realized that my “dream” was not a dream and that was truly Minghao. Wtf… I decide to be chill about it so I don’t expose his identity. I let out a small thank you and move out of my seat to get my things.

Of course I struggle again, so he helps me with my bag and gets his at the same time. Fuck it. I make small talk with him while we're walking out of the plane which turns into a really chill conversation. Laughing with Minghao, we walk into the empty gate where I see y/n standing with 2 men. oh- I walk up to her with a questioning look and she does the same back.

[niemernuet]

also pls pls pls drunk (mutually/accidental) kisses fooooor atlas me thinks 🤩?

Only five weeks (on the day actually) too late for your last prompt but here it finally is. I wanted to finish it on Sunday but of course it got away again. 🙄 Thank you so so much, i loved all of your prompts. 🩷😘

The tinted glass covering one side of the gym turns the world outside into an old film. Modern cars and busses, bikes, scooters and pedestrians move through the sepia-toned air, a surprising amount of them in the rhythm of the hectic bass that is just a smidgen too loud to be comfortable. Technically, Atle's rest time between sets has ended but both Lucas and Charlie are still hovering over at the bar, and none of the other patrons look approachable enough to ask them to spot him. So, he waits. Charlie is filling his bottle with water but his face looks as if he was a general listening to bad news from the front. Lucas keeps talking, his face close to Charlie's ear, his hands drawing wide figures in the air. Charlie keeps listening until suddenly, he doesn't. He shuts off the faucet, screws the lid on top of the bottle, mutters something to Lucas in return, and hurries away while shaking the bottle furiously. Atle watches, unsure whether he should go over. Lucas takes the decision off him when he straightens his shoulders, grabs his own bottle from the counter, and hurries back.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

Lucas smiles. "Sure. He's coming right back in a second. Come on, you're not done with your set." He claps his hands together, and hovers them over the rack, ready to grab them should Atle's arms be too weak.

Atle does not lie down yet but stares at the door to the changing room where Charlie has vanished. "He looks angry? What's wrong?"

Lucas drops his arms, and rolls his eyes. "It's nothing, really. We were just discussing where we'd go out tonight and I may have worded my answer to his suggestion a bit…too direct."

Atle laughs. "So, do we have to look for a hotel, or…?"

Lucas snorts. "He'll be back in a minute. But I'm telling you, I'm not setting foot in a location that gets advertised in the leaflets at the tourist information. I need a real club, in the real London."

"You're such a snob." Atle is still laughing while he lays splayed out on the bench, and he takes a few deep breaths. "By the way, the next time we're coming here, we're taking Aleks with us. Some of these bros really need to be taken down a peg."

Lucas puts his hands in position again. He's brushing against Atle's arm, and a shiver runs down his spine.

"That's a plan," Lucas say. "Now get going!"

Charlie is back to his usual cheerful self when they leave the gym and step out into the bright sunlight again. Just around the corner, hordes of tourists shove each other down Baker Street but they set off in the other direction. They pass a small park with an iron fence looping around, and walk past a wild mix of old brownstones with white-framed windows and modern glass buildings that are glistening in the sun.

"And did you come to an agreement?"

Charlie eyes Atle quizzically. "About what?"

"Where we're going tonight."

"There's only one place where we're going tonight," Charlie snorts. "And I do not take criticism from some hicks who live in a yurt above the Arctic Circle."

Lucas grins, and winks at Atle. "You wished London's clubs were half a cool as Oslo's," he says as they turn into a small alley. It is a dead end with two rows of low two-storey houses facing each other. Here, the noise of the city is subdued, held back by the brick walls. Once upon a time the houses used to be stables for horses but nowadays they are posh apartments for people with deep pockets. Charlie fishes a key out of his sports bag.

"Before you think about throwing us out consider that I'm totally on board with whatever you have planned and I think your taste is great," Atle throws in.

"Traitor," Lucas says, and Charlie laughs.

They leave for dinner when the sun is slowly setting, and shining directly into their eyes as they make their way towards the closest station. The tube is full of commuters who do not have summer holidays and tourists who do, yet they still manage to snatch free seats. While the train is new, the tracks are old, and the waggons rattle as they rush across the city. Atle does not flinch when Lucas' hand settles on the nape of his neck, simply turns his head, and smiles at him. Lucas smiles back, and something heavy clenches around his heart.

"What?" he asks.

Lucas shrugs, his smile unchanged. Across the aisle, Charlie pretends to be deeply captivated by something in his phone, though he has the same frown from earlier in the gym. Lucas' fingertips comb through Atle's hair, and caress the skin around the seam of his shirt. It does not tickle in the least; Atle could sit like this forever, even though he knows something is…maybe not wrong, but also not right. Maybe this is why Lucas dragged him along on this trip. This here, the city with all its concrete and metal and noise is very much Lucas' turf. If it had been up to Atle, they could have gone on a hike around a fjord somewhere, and set up their tent under the stars.

The choice of restaurant at the top of the giant dildo feels like an accommodation to Atle and far too tourist-y, though at least Charlie is just as mesmerised with the view of the sprawling city and the river snaking through it. When their meal arrives, Atle automatically shoves his plate towards Lucas so he can arrange it for the photoshoot. They have ordered drinks, and when their glasses are empty, Lucas flags down their waiter for the next round.

"The season's about to start," Atle reminds him, and adds a little laugh so as not to sound too much like a nag.

"Come on, you're only here once," Charlie answers in Lucas' stead.

They eat, and when they are done they walk back to the tube and rush across the city once more. Their next stop is not just geographically on the opposite side of the city. The stench of warm piss hits them like a wave when they step onto the platform, and Atle pushes the turnstile standing between him and the exit with his shoulder. They follow the stream of people along the cracked pavement, the ground caked with litter, and the walls grey with all the graffiti sprayed over each other. Lucas puts his arm around Atle's shoulder when they get to the bouncer. His eyes take in Atle from head to toe, and when he steps aside he makes sure to convey that but for the grace of Lucas is he allowed to step over the threshold of the rundown warehouse. Here they drink more, wedged between a mass of people and buried under a wall of literally indescribable noise. Atle loses track of time, not in the least because he cannot hear where one song ends and another begins. All he can do is hold on to Lucas, and let him guide the way. Eventually they lose Charlie to a handsome blonde, and when they leave for the toilets, Lucas pulls Atle up to the first floor and onto a worn-out couch. Here, the bass and the music is as loud as it was earlier today in the gym, which in Atle's opinion says everything there is to know about that joint. He has no chance to tell this to Lucas though because he climbs into his lap, and kisses him. Atle lets it happen, his hands wandering under Lucas' loose shirt and moving over the hot, sweat-sheened skin. Ever so often Lucas pauses, his face hovering inches away, mustering Atle with his unreadable gaze, before he kisses him again and again. Atle expects that he will finally find out why they have come here, and why Lucas has been drowning the pre-season diet so thoroughly. The next time Lucas stops, he untangles one of his hands from under the shirt, and pushes his long curls back in soft strokes.

"We won't let things change between us?"

The curls wrap around Atle's fingers and snag on his sticky skin but Lucas does not flinch.

"What?"

Lucas' grip around Atle's head tightens, and this time the kiss feels more pressing, more urgent.

"Whatever happens, we'll always have us, right? No matter what."

Atle laughs. He stares up at Lucas, his mouth hanging open, his brain spinning in his head. Lucas knows they will. He knows Atle will always follow his pace, no matter how fast or how slow he wants to go. He knows Atle is nothing without him.

He pulls Lucas close; plants a kiss on his forehead. "What is going on?"

Lucas freezes, his head bent, his eyes averted. When he eventually moves, he moves with his whole body. Atle stays put, lets Lucas grind his hips against his unmoving groin, and his tongue dart in his mouth, and only comes back to life when Lucas' nails dig into his shoulder blade. Lucas is hard under his wide trousers when Atle's hips shoot up, and the too soft padding of the couch dips around them when he spreads his legs further, giving Atle space to reach underneath the waistband. Atle catches the first moan with his mouth, and the next, and the next.

He does not need to know more.

Epilogue:

It occurs to Atle that Sander is probably spending too much time with Henrik when his first reaction is to lash out straight away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?" he yells, and even with his hands balled to fists, and his whole body shaking with anger he still looks like a middle schooler. "We have a race in two days and you come with this now?"

Lucas says something but Atle cannot discern whether it is to Sander or to Timon and Rasmus who are both babbling the same questions at once, or to Adrian who barked a simple "No!" and now glares at him far more menacing than Sander could ever manage, or to Aleks who stands before Lucas with raised palms and talks at him as if he just needs to calm down and think this over.

Whatever anyone says, Atle does not understand one word; the blood rushing in his ears, the pounding in his head drowns out everything. Sander storms off first, not after hurling another barrage of curses at Lucas that carry no edge because his eyes are just a tad too red. He is followed by Timon who tries to stop him, and Atle slinks out behind him, unseen by the rest of the people in the room. Aleks is still talking intently, urging Lucas to do the thing Atle knows would never happen. He ends up on the balcony of their room, in his sweatpants and his shirt, out in the cold night. Everything makes sense now, and when his eyes fall on the packed suitcase on Lucas’ untouched bed, the sadness rushes in. He is still crying when Lucas returns, and they both cry a little more, only an open door between them and yet so much more. There is only one thing Atle thinks about, something so unimportant it does not matter, but all the things that matter are unchangeable anyway.

“You told Charlie before me?”

Lucas shrugs. “I don’t love Charlie,” he rasps. “Made it easier.”

Atle laughs and sobs, pressing his palms into his eyes until red lightings are dancing in front of them. Of course this would be the moment one of them would say the big three words for the first time. If a bit in a roundabout way.

“Please,” Lucas begs.

Atle’s shoulders slump as he drops his arms. He only needs to take two steps to bridge the gap between Lucas and him. The tears still have not stopped but at least he has Lucas to cling to now, his head buried in his neck, and his arms wrapped so tightly around his body that he can barely breathe.

“We’ll always have us,” Lucas whispers.

Atle does not need to know more.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Sad!Luke Masterlist

All we really want is to be your boyfriend (ao3) - Directioner_Jcats_5sosfam OT4 N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke is confused about his sexuality.

cracks (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 490

Summary: Luke's a bit sad sometimes, and he blames the atmosphere

dont waste your time on me (ao3) - sweaterpawlyssa michael/luke T, 994

Summary: Luke has a bad day and Michael adds onto it.

or where Michael is really oblivious to Luke being upset, ends up being a complete douchebag and when he finally figures it out, he cuddles him and sings him ATL

Eating Me Alive (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael watches Luke destroy himself

Foolish (ao3) - ceruleanight michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: After a shouting match, Luke leaves to clear his mind and comes back to Michael, only to find out that Michael's been thinking too.

Fourteen Days (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Luke kind of wishes he could just give the fuck in already because seriously, this challenge is by far the hardest yet.

Give Your Tears To The Tide (ao3) - smokeynights michael/luke N/R, 406

Summary: Michael has been gone a year and Luke doesn't know how to cope.

I'm Still Alive But I'm Barely Breathing (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 739

Summary: "And please don't tell me it's going to get better. God, please don't tell me that Mikey. Because you don't know, you don't know if it gets better and when people say that I believe them. I believe it's going to get better and then when it doesn't I'm still stuck."

It’s Heaven In Your Arms (ao3) - babylrh OT4 T, 1k

Summary: A band cuddle never failed to fix everything.

Love Hurts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 981

Summary: Michael hits Luke while he's drunk. He comes back more nights drunk and keeps harming Luke. Will Michael realize he's been hurting his boyfriend before it's too late?

Sarah Throws A Shit Party (And It's Shit) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke suck at communication and end up wearing the same costume to the Halloween party.

The Other Side of the Door (ao3) - friendstothis michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: the one where michael has anger problems that make him say things he doesn't mean, and luke needs him to leave but he also needs him close by

the tragedy of leaking ships and uneven docks (ao3) - The_Lady luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: “Can I ask you a question?” Luke bites his lip, hands fidgeting on the edge of the passenger seat.

Ashton doesn’t take his eyes off the raindrop-covered windshield. Even in the dark, Luke can see how his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel. He nods. His set jaw becomes visible in the rotating street lights, clear one second and gone in the next. Maybe that’s them, too, a flash of brilliance swallowed by the vacancy of the world.

Those wounds you made are gone. (ao3) - Perfectdream michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 8k

Summary: Luke asks Michael to go and never come back. He tells him he doesn't want to see him again. Michael obeys.

Unless Luke lied.

He simply needs to rest, needs to breathe. Needs to feel.

Wallow (ao3) - Katybug1992 luke/ashton T, 341

Summary: Sometimes Luke can't handle his feelings for Ashton.

where are you when i need you (ao3) - orphan_account OT4 T, 1k

Summary: luke wakes up alone and feeling little and the boys come to make their boy feel better

You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? (ao3) - AWeekendInMay michael/luke M, 3k

Summary: Luke's soulmate doesn't want him. How could he? When he could have anyone he wanted, why in the world would he want Luke? But it's getting harder for Luke to block his soulmate touch, and the boys are noticing the change in Luke. Luke can only old out so long before the damn breaks. But will he survive the flood?

[blackdragon1]

Unexpected visit...

We didn't even expect it, but at the moment when my Belle and I were having a romantic moment for both of us... my master Quetzalcoatl came through the window...

- OH MY GOD !!!! - we both said at the same time, Belle covered herself with my back.... that is to say she stayed behind me...since we were without clothes.... Well, I managed to cover myself with a sheet.... -Aj ka'ansaj Quetzalcóatl ku yúuchul ba'al? ( Master Quetzalcóatl.... did something happen?).... - Belle and I, embarrassed, red with shame.... He?...looked at us and quite naturally....

- Táan u chíikpajal? ( They were mating?) , Chéen yaabilmech K'ajóolt a young lady, a Tona tu ya'alaj le jach( I just wanted to meet your young lady, your Tona said she is very pretty) - he looked at Belle and smiling at me - Ka jach jats'uts jach Ikki (And she is really very pretty Ikki)

- Ikki... what does he say - said my Belle under my ear - who is he?.....

- It's my master Quetzalcoatl - I said calming my Belle and swallowing - he says he wanted to meet you... that's what he told him...my Tona...?..... - my Belle looked at me and looked at my master?

- Your Tona..Ikki?...- my Belle arched an eyebrow - but .... what is this Tona....

- My guardian animal a kind of guardian spirit... but I don't have that, it's supposed to be at birth when the guardian animal meets the baby.... What a caretaker .... - I said surprised at that

- Je'elo'oba' teech wa yaan a Tona, Ikki yéetel in wa'alik ti' teech jovencita xan yaan jump'éel, óolal ti' Jaajal u na'( Well, you do have your Tona, Ikki, and I'll tell you that your young lady has one too, thanks to her mother.)

- What did Ikki say? .... what does he say? - my Belle was very intrigued

- That you and I, we each have our Tona....

- We?....- my Belle blinked in amazement when she heard that - I can't believe that.....

- So he says - at that my master bowed as if to say goodbye and ...

- K'a'abet in ka tselik yóok'ol in, ti' leti'ob tu p'ataj utia'al u siga juntel yéetel sáamal Kexi' ka u lleves u u Teotihuacán, utia'al u u u u conozca u Tona ( I must retire, I leave you to continue together and tomorrow I hope you take her to Teotihuacán, so she can meet her Tona ). - Saying this he went out of the window... just as he had come in... at that moment I heard my Belle laugh...

- What... what... - I said as we looked at each other, laughing my Belle kissed me .....

- After a castle with magical beings, I never thought I would end up with a Phoenix knight who has an Aztec God as his master.... - we laughed - ...and who enters through the windows at the most inopportune moment..

- Well I didn't think I would end up with a former 18th century princess - we kissed and .... - do you want to go on with what we were ex-princess or should I say, maid of this cranky Phoenix?.... - I smiled mischievously - but wait - I stretched my hand to the window and closed it - now there will be no more interruptions princess.... ready?.....

- I thought you wouldn't say that my Phoenix Knight - smiled my Belle flirtatiously ..... and so on.... Well, it's between me and my Belle...

On the rooftop of the apartment building, Cheese the house cat and a small tlacuache (opossum) were sitting on the edge of the roof ...

- A'al ti' teen ba'ax a preocupa Atzin? - asked the kitten to the little tlacuache (Tell me what are you worried about Atzin ?)....

- Creés ti' uts in ko'olelo' teen u Tona?- Atzin said as they looked up at the city lights ( -Do you think my lady likes it that I am her Tona?)

-Wilike' wa - Cheese and the little Tlacuache Atzin looked at each other - le ko'olelo' Belle a querrá ya'ab...( You'll see that if - Madame Belle will love you very much...)

Atzin: From Nahuatl (atl, "water" and tzin, "small water". Its most common meaning is "Agüita", in spanish, or little water

[nothingbutroses]

WESTSIDE

I’m tryna switch lanes like I’m Jay Versace.

Eat everything on my plate like I’m Jay Versace.

Mama, I’m ‘bouta take off like…

(muted adlibs + moment of silence)

I’ve been working too hard, only God can stop me.

I used to want it all ASAP like Fergie Ferg.

I used play that Will.I.Am solo tape, forreal.

I only wanna spread love because I know it hurts.

I pray for the ATL like he pray for Paris.

If that came off as insensitive; I’m too embarrassed.

I didn’t think it. God linked it to my dome; I copied.

I’ve got a mental rolodex of XXX properties.

I’m tryna speak to Cass Banks like Jesus at the well.

Ven aqui mi amor y dime como te sientes de verdad.

I’m fraud; I only speak Spanish using Google translate.

I spent 31 years under a mask mandate.

Covered face in all my photos; You can’t take my soul.

Unknown, but I move like a Knowles-Carter.

I’m like Money Mayweather-How I keep my guard up.

Still dodging raindrops;

Tear ducts all scarred and dried up.

Still thinking left but know my rights like the Magna Carta.

Demons in the market, I don’t have a soul to barter.

I’m trying to give the Lord my all like a young Martha.

Martha, Martha, marry me and wash my feet.

If that came off as insensitive, *delete delete*.

I keep a core filled with medicine inside my treats.

Inherited Earth; Although, the Memphis years were bleak.

I’ve got a mill-i-on thoughts to drop before I leave.

I’m like a young Tom Brady playing second string.

Kcuf it, mask off; Bet you’ll see far as my dreams.

I feel like falling in love with this current stream

of consciousness.

Jehovah-Jireh; Confidence.

They wanted me to stop,

but look at me now,

acknowledging this honest gift

while showing you a scene from my screen.

Is it obvious? I am an anomaly

blessing the economy with new wealth.

You know, I’m tryna switch lanes, only to help.

The garments are regarded as high quality.

[sean-banister]

Week 8 Picks Against Spread

BAL vs TB

Seems too easy to take Baltimore w/ how ugly it’s been for the Bucs but that’s what Vegas wants you to believe. Bucs can’t run the ball Brady has no time or interest in the pocket. Could get worse before it gets better for Tampa. On the flip side Baltimore dealing w several key injuries. Andrews, Bateman, Stanley, Campbell. Wouldn’t touch this game. Gun to my head

TB +1

DEN vs JAX

Both teams could struggle to move the ball. Regardless who quarterbacks for the Broncos their offense is not scaring anyone. Denver could be sellers at trade deadline. And their coach may not last his first season. This looks like a team imploding on itself. Jags in London not exactly a home game but close enough.

JAX -2.5

PIT vs PHI

Not much to complain about in Philadelphia right now. Pittsburgh is feisty and can surprise teams if they are taken lightly. I don’t think the Eagles will after a bye week- hungry to make fans forget about the Phillies for a day. That being said, the Eagles have taken their foot off the gas in the third quarter and allowed teams to creep back. Steelers late cover.

PIT +10.5

MIA vs DET

Line already moved half point in MIA favor. Betting public seems to know that this Dolphins team is legit and Detroit has lost whatever excitement they had going early on in the season. Their defense may give up 45+.

MIA -3.5

ARI vs MIN

The Vikings are the better team. Arizona showed some signs last week w DHop return. Defensively they could be turning things around. Kingsbury still head scratching at times but Arizona won’t lose by more than field goal.

ARI +3.5

NE vs NYJ

No Breece Hall really hurts this Jets team. Michael Carter is a good player but not explosive. James Robinson still learning playbook and lacking burst. Jets defense should keep the Pats from putting up many points but Zach Wilson will have to make a play to win it and I don’t think he can/ will. Belichick just got embarrassed on national TV, I think he’d rather die than lose this game. Line has already moved a full point just today. Don’t care.

NE -2.5

CHI vs DAL

Dak is back but offense was a bit rusty. Zeke may be out. This should not be a very high scaring game. Both teams want to run the ball. Fields looked pretty good Monday night vs New England. Brisker is a stud in the secondary for the Bears. Micah Parsons could make life tough for Chicago but this is too many points.

CHI +9.5

CAR vs ATL

Falcons D just got torched by Burrow. The Panthers are NOT the Bengals. Carolina played inspired football last week after their coach was fired and their best player was traded. I think that continues and their defense will make some plays. I wouldn’t want to watch this game if it was the only game on. Do not bet this game.

CAR +4

LV vs NO

The Raiders are not as bad as their record and the Saints might be worse than theirs. Winston may be back but he’s still injured and when he’s healthy he’s still Jameis. New Orleans defense has not been good. Josh Jacobs is playing the best football of his career. Raiders win easy.

LV -1.5

TEN vs HOU

Titans are hard to figure out but they’ve strung together four straight wins. Houston is ready for the offseason already. They are competitive most weeks but Tennesse will be more physical and well coached. Dameon Pierce is about all the Texans have but the Titans have a solid defense that has held opponents to 17 or fewer points their last 3 games. Either this is a trap or the easiest bet of the week.

TEN -2

SEA vs NYG

When either of these teams are underdogs you take the points.

NYG +3

WAS vs IND

The Colts brass had seen enough of Matty Ice and now we get the Sam Ehlinger experience. Maybe it can’t get any worse? Or maybe it can. Either way Indy is a complete mess right now. Heinicke actually gives the Commanders some life, for some reason.

WAS +2.5

SF vs LAR

McVay had two weeks to figure out how to beat Shannahan, which is probably not long enough. But at home, coming off a bye, the Rams are the healthier team. Maybe this is the week he figures it out.

LAR +1.5

GB vs BUF

11 is a lot of points and the Packers are desperate. But then again Buffalo just keeps rolling. Green Bay’s slow, boring brand of football will fit the gameplan of keeping Josh Allen off field as much as possible- IF they can sustain drives. I don’t think they can. They’ll probably get blown out.

BUF -11

CIN vs CLE

Good pass rush from CLE won’t be as effective if Burrow stays in shotgun like he has been. Riding Chubb should help the time of possession battle. I suspect CLE will shade a safety toward Chase and try to keep this a lower scoring, physical divisional game. Not sure they can do it because the Bengals appear to have gotten their groove back. And as they showed last week they can also beat you with Boyd or Higgins. Still, divisional game on the road in Primetime, I’ll take the points.

CLE +3.5

[franeridan]

What’s your favorite song?

H e c k that’s sort of an unreasonable question, anon D: I love so many songs, picking just one is kind of really impossible for me!

[kameonerd566]

[niemernuet]

you know i love pretty much any fic you ever think of writing 🥰 but for the purposes of this ask game, how about i wish you’d write something about the aftermath of sander‘s outburst yesterday 👀👀

Thank you so much. Big hug for you. ♥️♥️♥️🥰

It's not that long, or shippy, but I hope you still like it.

.....

There is a commotion in the back, several agitated voices talking over each other, barely audible because the music keeps blaring from the loudspeakers and the announcer yells the names and numbers of the other racers the way he has done all day long. It takes a while until two of the voices finally get loud enough to hover above everything else.

“As if a square like you would know what he’s feeling right now!” Henrik snaps. “Get…”

“You stay the fuck away!” Atle barks. “The last thing…”

Their bickering gets incomprehensible again as the next athlete approaches and the audience starts to cheer in earnest once more, and it is still going on when Timon quietly slips past Sander. He walks right into the lush green meadow that borders the arena, picking the broken pieces of the pole out of the gnarled apple tree and from the grass before he joins Sander sitting at the foot of a metal barrier. The ground is covered in wood chips to keep the wet, thawing earth from turning this whole place into a mud pit, and they feel at once soft and coarse.

“I know!,” Sander bursts out through gritted teeth. He cannot look up yet, his gaze fixated on his useless, painful boots. “I fucking know.”

Timon turns his head to look at him, Sander feels it more than he can see it in the corner of his eyes.

“We don’t waste equipment, Sander,” he says in their coach’s accent. “These things are expensive and the service team worked hard to get everything here. I know you are angry but you go apologise to them right now. And in the future remember to let your anger out on the snow only. Also you are arguing too much, you would much rather put that energy into the training, and stop thinking about the things you can’t change but focus on yourself and the things you can control…I am so fucking tired!”

Even though he has fought it so hard, the last sentence is definitely exclaimed through a sob, and Sander pulls his knees up, and buries his face against his thighs.

Timon takes his time before he speaks. “We could leave.”

Sander pulls up his nose, and not at all inconspicuously wipes his tears away on the synthetic fabric of his race suit as he turns his head to finally look at him.

Timon shrugs. “You’re right, you are going to hear all this, so why not just wait until you’re ready to face it?”

Sander frowns.

“Also, I’m hungry.”

“But, the race…,” Sander rasps.

Timon rolls his eyes. “Not like any of us is invited to the prize giving ceremony.” He smiles, and for the first time Sander feels like the weight that has been bogging him down this week is lifted from his shoulders.

“I could go for Pizza,” Sander admits softly.

Timon nods. “Pizza sounds good.”

They both turn their heads when two other people appear through the gap in the fencing on the arena. Both Atle and Henrik forget their argument at once.

“Oh, you…” Henrik says as he glares at Timon.

“Everything okay?” Atle asks.

Timon nods. “We want Pizza.”

[irwlns]

y’all everything is fine is on spotify uk now eeee

[yamahex]

Explicit

Summary: Some backstory + Urban shows Jack your profile

Pairing: Jack x CAM GIRL Reader

Content Warning: 17+ Sexual themes and Smut

A/N: Welcome everyone to part 1 of Explicit!! So excited to start this series, this part is mainly buildup. DISCLAIMER this whole series will contain 17+ smut and sexual themes

You first started being a cam girl your sophomore year in college after finding yourself in some financial trouble. It wasn’t your dream job but it did rake in good money, which helped you afford schooling and your apartment. The positive attention was a bonus, so much so that you started a OnlyFans to double the income and a PO Box so your customers could send gifts.

The downside to the job was having to hide your identity. It made regular day to day tasks difficult, having to constantly look over your shoulder in fear of someone recognizing you in public somehow. So you took extra steps to make sure you were safe. Like censoring your face in videos and pictures, and making sure the camera never showed your face during live shows.

Dating wasn’t really a option with your career, there was just too many risks. You couldn’t bring people back to your apartment since your bedroom was your iconic set for filming and it was hard to trust that the person wasn’t some creepy fan on the low.

The main reason you kept your identity a secret was your school. Sure you were a adult but the college you attended frowned upon students publicly engaging in sexual activity. And if proof of such activity was found you would be expelled and that was a risk you couldn’t take. Your school was one of the most elite in ATL and not cheap. You put in too much hard work and money to get expelled.

Money and attention aside your lifestyle was lonely, the only person in your life who knew about this was your best friend. They were your rock, the person you vented to, cried to, if you didn’t have them you probably would be lost.

But the loneliness was overlooked when you felt the confidence your viewers gave you. Something about doing your live shows made you ooze confidence.

Present Time

“It’s so good to see you all again.” Your hand ran over your chest covered in your white lacy bra that was gifted from one of your customers. The soft glow from your pink LEDs shined throughout the dark room. Your eyes read the comments from the stream, making you giggle.

“You all seem so eager tonight. Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Dude I’m telling you she’s unlike any girl I’ve ever seen.” Urban followed Jack around their apartment.

“How would you know, she doesn’t even show her face?”

“But her body bro, you can tell she’s fine as fuck.” Jack scoffed and stared at him.

“You’re thirsty as hell.”

“You would be too if you see what I see.”

“I’m not big on porn, you know that.” Urban smacked his lips and pulled out his phone.

“Perfect she’s live right now. Look at this shit bro.” He turned his phone towards Jack as moans rang out from the device.

He rolled his eyes then watched the stream.

His eyes widened at the sight of you.

The camera was right over you, barely cutting off your nose. Your head was thrown back against your pillows in ecstasy as one of your hands roamed your body and the other thrusted a toy in and out of your folds.

Your moans were like music to his ears, absolutely leaving him turned on. Urban snickered.

“Not into porn, my ass.”

Jack looked up from the phone and pushed Urban.

“I can see what you mean tho, something about her is intriguing.”

“See I told you! She’s like a sexual goddess.” Jack looked at him with squinted eyes.

“God you need to get laid.”

Over the next few days Jack became a huge consumer of your content. Hardcore simp Jerking off to you almost every night. You were his addiction.

His body shuttered as he came onto his fist, both of your heavy breathing could be heard from the room. He looked at your chest rising and falling on his phone screen. A smirk was evident on your mouth which was the only part of your face the camera could see.

“Mm I wish I could be next to you right now.”

“Shit me too.” Urban busted into his room making Jack scramble to cover himself

“Look whose thirsty now.”

Eventually he had to get out off of the house, after Urban constantly roasting his ass, so he decided to go to a random coffee shop downtown .

You grabbed your drink off the counter and went to leave the shop when you ran into something hard, making you spill your drink. You looked up and were met with sunglasses and curly brown hair.

“Oh shit my bad.” He took off his glasses and your cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry I should have looked where I was going.” He snickered.

“Nah I’m the one who made you spill your coffee. Let me buy you another one.”

“No really you don’t have to-“

“I insist.” He walked up to the counter and ordered his drink then looked at you for your order. You told him hesitantly and he smiled. Something about him felt familiar.

He handed you your drink.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, I’m Jack.” It clicked in your head.

“Jack? Like Jack Harlow?” You whispered the last part to not draw attention. He snickered and nodded.

“I’m Y/N, thank you again for the drink. I was really craving that coffee.” He smiled.

“It’s no issue.” Something about you seemed familiar to him now. His eyes lingered on your frame. You had a great body and a beautiful face, he swore he’s seen you before. Part of him needed to explore you.

“Well I should be going-“

“I know this is a little forward but would you like to go out sometime?” Your eyes widened.

“Me??” He laughed.

“Yes you.”

“Sure I would love to.” He pulled out his phone.

“Can I get your number?” You nodded and he handed you his phone. You put your number in then handed it back to him.

“You can just text me whenever.” You mentally kicked yourself for sounding desperate. He nodded and licked his lips.

“Yeah for sure. I’ll see you around.”

To Be Continued…

[extrakuli]

Okay wait. Imagine Scara and xiao being interviewed with they're s/o and the interviewer asks the boys "What's your position around the house." And before they can answer, they're s/o just goes "Being submissive and breedable, Next." That's my Request 💀💀

Submissive and Breedable

scara + xiao x reader (separate)

summary—> your at an interview and your boyfriend gets asked “what’s your role in the house?”

warning(s)/genre: fluff, kind of suggestive? modern AU. Gn!reader, cursing

A/N; this was so fun to write, this was the best request ever. I hope this is fine! I liked the request, but didn’t really have an idea on how to write it. I hope this is good enough!

Xiao;

Both you and xiao are pop Idols, one of the most famous idol couples in the community.

you got invited to an interview about your jobs, and your relationship. which you gladly accepted.

You had to drag xiao on to the plane to come. (he doesn’t like interviews, especially about his personal life)

You both agreed not to share too much personal information. wanting to keep it private, just for you and xiao. and maybe some close friends.

“welcome! the ever so famous couple: Xiao and Y/n, how are you this evening?”

“We’re doing good! the flight wasn’t too bad, xiao took a nap so he should be fine for this short interview” you smile, taking xiao’s hand in yours as he huffs and blushes.

“I see! It’s great that the flight went well. Ready for Q&A time?”

“of course.” “let’s get this over with.”

After a flood of questions from your fans, finally getting to the last one!

“last one, ready?”

“yup!” you cheer, and xiao nods his head, rubbing circles on to your hand.

“Alrighty, anonymous asks: “Xiao, what’s your role at home?”

Before your boyfriend can even answer the question himself, you jump in cutting him off, “being submissive and breedable.”

Xiao’s head whips to you, Face covered in red blush. “y/n!”

You and the interviewer are giggling while xiao is having a mini panic attack, questioning his life choices. Head in hands trying to cover the blush on his face.

“Well that was sure a great way to hit off this interview! Thank you for coming here today, y/n and xiao!”

Scaramouche;

Your boyfriend is a popular gamer, and he decided to go to vidcon this year

in which you tagged a long, including some of his friends decided to join (childe, dottore, signora) much to his disliking

Scara was on a panel, inviting you to sit with him because he didn’t trust you to be anywhere other then beside him.

It was a panel with other youtubers/twitch streamers, including childe and dottore

After dottore finished talking about what his channel was about (building/experiments, kinda like mattpat) Childe decided to tease scara a bit, with you in on a prank ofc.

Childe, turning to where you and scara sat on the furniture on stage, he smiled, “hey Y/N, why don’t you answer a question.”

“Me? oh, uhm sur-“

“Absolutely not.” scara cuts you off, “I don’t trust you enough to ask them a question, what if you set them up.” he huffs crossing his arms.

already knowing he was gonna say this, childe counters his argument “well, then why don’t you answer the question” he has a sneaky grin on his face.

he sighs, and rolls his eyes. “fine, whatever, what’s the damn question.”

“well, one of your fans asked, ‘what’s your role at the house?”

“what?” he scoffs, “example?”

“scara, honey, they mean like being a house wife, male wife, etc-“ you explain for him.

“-what kind of question is that? ugh, if you have to know it’s-“ it’s your turn to cut him off,

with a mischievous grin on your face you put a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth and yell, “being submissive and breedable!” you giggle as your boyfriend yanks your hand off his mouth and covers yours

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

childe and dottore are laughing their asses off, the fans are screaming and laughing, clapping at your courage to yell that out.

“I’m not taking you to vid con anymore.”

“but this was my first time!”

“and your last.”

you get up from your seat, “well atleast i’m not submissive and breedable, scara.” you giggle and dash off the stage before he can grab you.

he’s internally dying.

11:35 am 9/11/2021

[iamdarkness]

Taboo

Alfonse x Summoner.NSFW 18+

This one goes to the people who wanted an Alfonse Summer atl. At least we got Freyr.

 Taboo: from Tongan tabu ‘set apart, forbidden’

 Summoner POV

As a person who comes from the “World of Steel” I am be very used to most levels of nakedness in people. I mean, when you do P. E. at school or when you go to the gym or running at the park, or the beach, and watch TV; we are all bombarded by all kinds of nakedness. We are used to looking at other people’s bodies as something normal.

   When I got to Askr I met heroes of all kinds and many of them are just like me in that they find levels of nakedness normal. Take Hawkeye for for example. He is quite a gentleman and in his culture it is quite normal to be half naked.

 Leading the heroes I got used to them and their bodies enough that I view most of them with a more clinical eye, like a doctor would. When they are wounded and I help treat them, I see their bodies just as a doctor would. The same goes when I see them in the beach or the spring. This make them much more comfortable around me. So much so that some of the heroes have tried to play tricks on me and see me crack.

  Like the time the most unlikely pair, consisting of Niles and Henry played a trick on older Ike. They took his clothes when he was in one of the baths, locked his room and hid his clothes in my office (which is attached to Alfonse’s). They told him not to worry “ The Summoner is asleep.” I was definitely not asleep and saw the guy in all of his muscular glory. Did I get flustered? Not really. I mean at first it was like “WTF”, but I was not ogling the guy! He was all freaked out, and I got worried. Besides, I have seen him almost naked before. What is a little more skin? Well it wasn’t little to be fair…it was actually quite a lot…

  I was quietly reading a report on my writing desk, all hunched over, when he came silently in and stood right in front of me. I waited for him to talk. I thought it was Alfonse at first, coming to get my report, so I did not even say anything. I am used to him just coming in and sit to wait for me to finish my work quietly. Then Ike stands just in front of the desk and I look up to see a mop of dark blue hair over his “Ragnell”. I look all the way up to see Ike looking over at the bookcase behind me. He was not yet aware I was awake.

   -Ike? What are you looking for?- I ask calmly looking back to the bookcase behind me to see what he was looking for. I hear a yelp and something heavy falling down. I look around and find him on the floor covering himself with his hands. His eyes were wide opened and he could not talk for a second. He just kept opening and closing his mouth and said “ I can explain.”in a strangled voice. Alfonse chooses that exact moment to come inside and finds me standing up to give Ike my coat so he can cover himself up. What does he see? I am undressing my self in front of Ike and Ike is naked on the floor.

 ...NICE…

   Yes we were able to clear that up. Alfonse even laughed about it and still does sometimes, but that was only the beginning.

   Some time later Dieck comes inside the study Alfonse and I use in the library. Now we all know Dieck always uses the bare minimum on clothes, but this time he is wearing only his pants and boots. As soon as he comes in, he starts taking his pants off (And of course he is not wearing underwear) and looks at Alfonse and say.

   -Oh Your Majesty is here too? Oh don’t worry; I don’t mind.- He now is butt naked and kicking his boots off. I turn to Alfonse with a ‘WTF’ face and I see him tomato red and very angry. He looks at me and…Why…is he angry at me too? What did I do?

   -Dieck… what the hell is going on?- I ask calmly because I feel Alfonse is going to blow a gasket and any loud noise will set it off.

   -I am here for the check up.- He says simply and his smile falters a little, looking sideways at Alfonse. I focus on his face like it is a normal conversation. Doctors and nurses can do this and so can I.

   -What check up?

   -The one you ordered to check our birthmarks and scars, just in case we are killed and there is no other way to identify our bodies.- I turn to Alfonse and I give him a questioning look, but he appears to not have heard anything except the “the one you ordered”. He is looking at us both angrily back and forth.

   -Umm…Well now that you mentioned it… It sounds like a good idea, but I have never given that order. Whoever told you that? -Still focused on the face.

   -One of the soldiers…so it is not true?- He asks now red in the face, which is very weird because this man has no sense of shame when it comes to showing off. Then he goes to cover himself with his hands, but too late Dieck, I already saw it all.

   -Well no, but it is a good idea, right Alfonse?- I say thoughtfully. He seemed to have regained his senses and is now still red, but his face is lowered and he just nods.

   -Oh…I should go then and find that (he whispers some curses under his breath)…I… -He takes his pants and puts them on. I start making a note about the idea to tell Anna.- I am sorry ______.

   - Don’t worry Dieck. No harm done. This has happened before and just so you know I liked the idea, but if we do make it happen, it would be a member of the healing team doing the check up.- He looks skeptically at Alfonse who is pinching the bridge of his nose and has his eyes closed. You know, that face he does when he is about to lose his patience? Well that one.

   -Oh! Thanks for letting me know.

   -I want to know if you can identify the soldier that told you this. Please see me tomorrow after breakfast,at the training ground.- Alfonse tells Dieck and there is a determined look on his face. Dieck looks back at him and with just the same look, agrees to it.

   At the end we did use that idea, but meanwhile I had four other heroes coming in to undress in my presence. One of them being Lady Camilla who agreed to dismember whoever was the culprit of the trick. The other was Libra who looked about to faint when he was informed he had been tricked by someone. King Claude, who laughed about it and congratulated whoever had bested him in his kind of game; and finally Sonia, who paraded around the room, even after I told her it was not necessary for her to undress. The culprit ended up being Xane ,and Marth was not lenient with him. Neither was I. I mean whoever plays a trick like that on Libra?! Yes! He is a guy!

 This keeps happening periodically, specially with new heroes. It is like some kind of hazing ritual.

   At this point I have seen at least one version of all the heroes naked for one reason or another and like I said before, they seemed to be very comfortable around me and my professionalism.

  Yet I, being myself can’t get used to showing much of my own body due to my insecurities. I mean I may exercise and maybe train but I keep myself still kind of covered up almost all the time. It is a uniform after all. I even have to wear that tiara they gave me. I look like royalty XD

  Askr itself has it’s own norms and they are far more conservative when it came to dress codes and overall behavior. I mean Alfonse sometimes sounds like I imagine my great grandpa sounded back in the day. And this is when I realized something. I have never seen Alfonse in any kind of undress and…It kind of bother me. Why? Because he was the only one person I was attracted to in all of Askr. I loved that man’s mind, heart, personality and skill…in everything he did.

 I knew I was in love with Alfonse at this point, but it had taken another Alfonse showing a little chest to understand that I was the the most sexually frustrated of all my life and that looking at his chest was doing things no one else had done in their entire nakedness. Hell not even porn or hentai had given me the high I got from imaging my Alfonse in that outfit. I mean…not that I used to watch porn or hentai. I know what they are, but the time I did watch, it was all meh. I even thought it was funny. I mean, who isn’t curious about that ? I suppose we have all gone at least once and taken a look at it? Right?…right?

   I remember plain as day I stood there stunned into silence, and probably mouth agape the whole time. I must have looked like an idiot or a pervert! My Alfonse was red as a tomato and trying so hard to avoid my gaze. At the end of the day, the only thing I got out of him was a little laugh and a small  “I am so glad, we do not share that costume here in Askr.”

 …..FUCK!

   I find my self starting at his UN-globed hands when he is drinking tea or eating. I try not to, but the white smooth surface of the back of his hands contrast with the rough calloused fingers, so used to gripping sword and shield. They can also play the sweetest of sounds on a violin and I find that so sexy. Those same long white fingers so tempting and beautiful in their strength and skillfulness. Sometimes I stop my self from wondering how they would feel and...<<What them fingers do Alfonse?!! No ! Stop!>>

  It is true I touch him often. Touch is my love language and even though I always make sure to give people that do mind, their personal space, I do know that Alfonse does not mind. Alfonse may not be a huger, but it does not mean he does not enjoy being touched by people he holds close to him or for them to be near him. Also yes, I have helped him with his wounds but, most of the time I am to damn worried to actually take time to enjoy the touch of his skin and to be hones I find that quite a violation of trust, so I do not indulge in it.

   Sometimes he has caught me starting at the brim of his scarf and under-armor for a glimpse of his neck and I feel so embarrassed by it, but the thought of kissing him there is so tempting to me and I long so much to see past that barrier. He always covers himself again when he sees it is revealing more that that fraction of his neck… And Lord above! Is he smiling?

   The curse of all of this is, that yes we have Summer here in Askr, but it is not as hot and you have to travel to the beach to be seriously hot. He has never gone to the beach with us, since I arrived here.  I am not counting the times we do go, because Anna comes up with some scheme to raise money for the order, because we all wear the uniform then. Whenever he goes to the hot spring; he does it by himself, when Sharena and I are doing something else. Even while going to the river he wears long sleeves, because …bugs. I have asked Sharena and she just answered that she had not noticed and why I was interested….Oh you know…scientific purposes Sharena…

  At first I feel so sad and rejected. Fine…I get it. You are not interested in me and do not welcome my intrusive looks…but…he gives me so many mixed signals! Why is he so close at meetings and I can feel his fingers touching mine. He has taken my hands in his many times. When another hero flirts with me he always appears out of nowhere with knitted brows and a disapproving stare. Prince Hrid came to say ‘Hi’ once and to talk to me, and next thing I know Alfonse drops everything to be next to me as well. Hrid even asked me if we were engaged ! I wish Hrid!

 Well I suppose that is what friends do right? Maybe he does not want me falling in love with a hero and leaving Askr while they need me here. But I talked to him already. I am not returning “home” and I am not leaving…because…How can I leave and not see him again? Not that I wanted to return “home” to begin with, and it seemed impossible to fall in love with someone else other than him.

   I have seen heroes flirting with him as well, and he seems unimpressed by any of them. I have heard other heroes telling the rejected ones, “He has eyes only for the Summoner.” …But what had they seen that I don’t? So I go and ask Sharena and she just laughs it up and says to give him time. He is shy and self conscious.

 …So he does like me, but is very shy and very busy and very self conscious and insecure? OK…I can work with that. Like a great elf king said once; “I am patient; I can wait.” But not that much cause I’m not an elf.

   Then Lif came and I thought “Hell! Even his grandpa show more skin than him!”

 Lif came like a shadow from the grave that will take your last breath. To be honest, he looked more like Death than Hel herself. Except… He was HOT. I felt bad for even thinking that, when the Goddess of Death was trying to end us all, and most specially Alfonse. And you see, that is when I got angry. How the heck was an ancestor of the Askr royalty helping that crazy witch, end his descendants?

   Lif attacked us and tried to, I suppose…kidnap me? He made a bee line to where I was standing and fell all the soldiers on his way. It was weird! I was about to bolt, because the training I had, would not stop the guy who just felled like twenty guys on his way, but something, not fear, took hold of me and I just…those eyes… It was like ten seconds in which I looked into his eyes and saw so many emotions in them, that I could not understand and then I could not move….ten seconds and he was already there in front of me, not attacking but there!

   Alfonse came before Lif had taken me or whatever he was going to do. He ended up with a bruised knee and ankle. I went to help him with some salves and bandages when we were done with the rest of the more serious injured people. He took off his shoe and rolled up the under armor. His ankle was not swollen and his knee was bruised but it was not swollen. I put some salve any way.  

  -What happened? I saw it from afar and felt I would not get there fast enough. Where was Dimitri?- He said a little angry, since King Dimitri was one of my supports alongside him and he was tasked today with being my guardian. I was still massaging his ankle not even thinking about it.

  -They were circling us from the back and Dimitri had to fall back to take care of it…Umm…I don’t know what happened. It was weird. He looked at me and he just…

   -I saw it too.- Said Sharena who came to stand behind Alfonse.- It was like he hit you with a spell.

   -It didn’t feel, like a magic attack. I was more like… I don’t know…- I felt weird about it, so I just made some stupid joke to lighten the mood- Why didn’t y’all tell me your grandpa was so hot? Heh , heh, heh heh! What? It’s not my fault! He kind of looks like you Alfonse.- Hey I was nervous and I do this when I get nervous!

   At first They gave me their “ Seriously?” stare, but Sharena catches on quick and starts laughing out loud. Alfonse? Well he scowls and close his eyes and then takes his foot away from my hands. What?? wait I didn’t get the chance to enjoy that! Damn! Next thing I know, he is taking his sock and starts putting in on. I see his smooth white skin peppered with… is that golden hair? Does it have a blue in it? and my throat closes dry. I follow his movements, as hypnotizing as a dance, rolling up that white sock that is taking away my hopes and dreams. Then the under armor goes down and boot on. It took him like ten seconds, that I totally did not count. Then his hands were covered as well.

 I look up at him with my hands still hovering in the same place as when he took away his leg and see him smiling sideways. I compose myself and…Wait…What? Is he doing this on purpose? Seriously? And the worst part is, that it should not bother me at all, but the truth is…I am very bothered by it. He has become a some sort of taboo to me and GOD how I love the guy! If it was someone else like Robin who never looses that coat of his and globes; I would not care! But I love him Lord. Why is he like this? I used to thank God I was not one of those feet fetishes people, and now I will be dreaming of his feet.  Thanks Alfonse!

 Joking. I respect feet fetish people. To each their own.

 The point is that I feel like those people in Victorian novels, where they get all hot and bothered by someone’s ankle showing more than normal! Oh but what an ankle that was tho’. Stop. Focus!

   I resolve to see him as clinically as any other hero and not stare at the shape of his ears and think of how I want to whisper how much I love him while kissing it…Grrr…I’m doing it again.

   Days later we see Lif again and Alfonse is cursed…We have nine days. Good thing Hel has not seen The Ring or it might have been only seven. Yeah I joke now, but back then I was about to commit murder and then kill myself…or something just as dramatic.

 We searched for days, a way to undo the curse and we found nothing. You’d think I would have taken a page from Dean Winchester's book and played the “last days on Earth” trope to get into his pants; but to be honest nothing like that even crossed my mind at the time! I was so desperate to keep him alive that nothing else matter to me. He could have paraded naked in front of me at the time I was at the library and I would not have noticed…Well, maybe I would have, but it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count

   Until the sixth night of the curse.

   There was a knock at the door to my chamber. Oh! Did I mentioned we have a shared study? Because we do. It is between our chambers and it can only be entered from our rooms. It was his idea and it was for safety reasons. The nights I have spent sitting by the chimney staring at his door…but never mind that. He knocked at my chamber door and when I opened it, he was about to leave. He was wearing sleeping pants, a long sleeve night shirt and socks, all in white.

   We had fallen asleep next to each other at the library before of course, especially during the days he was cursed. And yes we used to huddle together during our march through Nifl. It was effing cold OK. We also usually had our sleeping rolls next to each other during campaigns, because we fall asleep while talking or after a watch,but we had never slept together on a bed. Beds are…intimate to him I suppose.

This night however, he came in and he just goes on and sit on my bed. He said nothing. I sat next to him and reached over to give him a hug. He took this as his cue and hugged back and didn’t let go. He clung to me with such force I was starting to feel dizzy. I asked him to stay the night. He nodded and still said nothing. I blew out the candle I was using to read and we went to sleep while he hugged me tightly. It was no surprise to me, but it was not so much fear that I could see in him. It was so many emotions, that fear seemed to be the least of his problems; but of course he was afraid. We spend together the following nights of his curse. Funny thing is …all those nights I dreamed of his Grandpa, watching over from my balcony window.

  And did I had a glimpsed of something while sleeping together? No. He came in and blew the candle out and by the time I woke up he was already awake. Not like I would have gone and taken advantage of his sleeping form to explore or something. I just thought later that if I had woken up before him, then may be I would have seen his shirt riding up or his pants lowered a little or maybe his sock had fallen off or something. Oh well…They were still the best nights of my life, even if they didn’t feel like that at the time. I mean, I got to be held like I was the most precious and sacred treasure in the world by my beloved. I would care for nothing else.

 Then…Grandpa is actually Alfonse from the future…

 Lif, as he goes by now, told us everything that had happened in his Askr. Which is weird because I had been dreaming of something like that and I thought it was stress.

 We spent some days in that dead world and I got to see Lif a few times. He looked curious about me, but at the same time I noticed he was avoiding me. The way he looked at Sharena really broke my heart every time I caught him starting at her. In turn Sharena looked ready to adopt him, if only he would let her do it.

One of those night I was having a nightmare about me dying while I saw Anna drop dead as if by magic. I woke up to find Lif watching me from afar. I got up and went to talk to him before he ran away.

 We talk for a while. I do not want to intrude on painful memories, but he seems to know me so well it feels natural to talk to him, just like it is to Alfonse.

 -You two…you are not lovers yet?- He asks eyeing me sideways.

 -No. Where you…?

 -Yes. After the first attack. We spent some weeks fighting Hel together. Is he still playing hard to get then?-Oh and there it was.

 -Oh! So it is not my imagination! God I thought I was going insane! Oh that Bunny suit messed me up! I love that chest!…wait. Is that why you have your chest out? - He nods.- And the glow…I noticed Thrasir does not have that glow and I love glow in the dark…ermm… It is an awesome design I have to say. I like it. It is sexy.- I felt bad for the lack of tact but at the same time he needed to know I did not find him ugly or scary any more.

 -You were always odd like that Summoner.- He says that in his deep voice, and it conveys a lot of feelings.

 Did he let me touch his chest? No…and I didn’t really ask to be honest. My respects to Lif. He gave up everything for us. I owe him a lot.

 Well, now I knew for sure and I could confront him or let him keep doing it, or maybe just seduce him. It was strange. I always thought it only worked on men, but I guess it does work goes both ways! At least it help me to fall in love with his mind and heart first, not his body.

 Next day we were walking out of Lif’s castle when the floor gave in and Alfonse and I fell through it. Luckily it was not even high, but I am not as tall as Alfonse and with my luck, part of my coat and shirt got caught on a sharp part of a broken stone pillar, and I was left hanging about one feet off the ground by one shoulder. I tried wiggling off the coat but I could not do it.

 -Are you hurt _____?- Alfonse asks worriedly getting up from where he landed on the floor.

 -No! I think I just got scratched! But I can’t unhook my self.

 - Only you _____.- Says Alfonse smiling and getting dust out of his uniform.

 -Thanks Alfonse…Can you help me down?

 He looks around and up for a while and then stares at me for a few minutes. Probably thinking how to approach the problem, but seriously I think he could just reach up and unhook me. He is tall enough for that.

  He comes close to me and circle my waist with his left arm and places his left leg between my legs to find leverage on the pillar behind me. He reaches over my head with his right arm to unhook my coat. Being this close to him is so exiting. My heart begins to race and I start feeling kind of hot. I try not to think about it and avoid my gaze from his face, but I can’t help looking at him.

 There was not much light coming down from the hole above us, but I could see the side of his face and ear…yeah the same ear I wanted to…OK! Not now! He took this time to move his leg up to hold my weight up, and I was left straddling it. He kind of wiggled it to adjust and…Oh boy! It felt good, good.

<< Oh no! Don’t move it anymore…>> I was praying for him not to move that leg, because God in heaven, I was going to come right there and then.

 …And he moved it again but higher and harder…

 -Mmmn- Oh GOD! I did not just moan into his ear. I mean, I am not horny all the time, come on! It is just that, he is so close I can smell him. He smells so deliciously manly, and his leg is touching just the right places!!

 Meanwhile he is frozen in place. It seems like he is thinking about what to do or maybe just not thinking at all. I personally think he will be leaving me hanging there to be hones. I am so embarrassed, I lower my face to hide it, but we are so close, I end up hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

 He gasps and I can feel his arm tightening on my waist and I get even closer to him. I feel him moving his head a little as if to see my face and then…he moves the leg again as if testing it. This time slowly. I tried and fail to stifle another moan but it still comes out. He moves his hips upwards and keeps moving the leg. It creates just the right amount of friction needed. I feel my hips move on their own to meet him.

 -Alfonse…- My legs tighten around his and when I come close to his manhood I can feel his arousal as well.

 -_________- He whispers my name softly as my leg touches him. All this while he is still moving that blessed leg back and ford. I am panting at this point and he feels like he is in the same situation. All of this brought me to my knees. I came hard. I sat there shuddering in his arms and biting my hand because the stone caused every little noise to sound louder. I felt him kissing my hair.

 We heard some loud footsteps up above us and then…

 -Hey! You need help down there!- I hear Barst’s voice over my head. He does not sound or look like he heard anything.

 -We are fine…I just need …to get her down.- Alfonse’s voice sound a little strained but Barst takes it to mean he es working on helping me down. Just like that, he unhooks my coat and lowers me down gently, still not letting go.

 -I’m getting a ladder!- He’s gone and we can hear his footsteps getting farther away.

 Alfonse steps forward still with me in his arms ,until my back is against the pillar and then looks at me and kisses me hard.

  I am dizzy by the time he lets go. - He is coming back.- He says against my neck and bites into it. I am sure they could hear that whimper that left my mouth. And can you blame me? He just bit into my neck and at the same time moved his hips in a way that I could feel his manhood rub against me. Both his hands were lowered to my hips and he used them to have me closer to him. All this while, he gave this utterly sexy guttural sound that almost sounded like a growl… He lets go, takes a step back and turns around, a moment later a ladder is lowered.

 -You go. I will explore down here a moment.- He says in a firm voice not looking at me.

  I go up the ladder still a little shaky and flushed. I tel Barst to let him explore to see what he can find, but to leave the ladder for him to get up. Darn I wanted to go “exploring” with him. Just imagining what he is doing down there is doing things to me. Good thing everyone thought I was scared of what had happened. I only had a scratch to show.

 He came back much later.

 …Well that was a lot of “exploring”.

 He comes to the camp outside the castle and we are ready to leave just after lunch. At first he seems reluctant to be near me. I am freaking out because well, overthinking and anxiety mixed with insecurities is a bad mix. Finally after half a day of travel, we make camp and post the watch. He comes and sit by my side when I am eating. We don’t talk about it until we are left alone to go to rest.

 -I…I apologize Alfonse. It wasn’t my intention. I…it just happened.- I tell him when he doesn’t speak.

 - It wasn’t my intention either…you don’t have to apologize. I have been wanting to tell you. I…have feelings for you. I just did not want to say it in a situation like that and not at a time like this. I wanted it to be special. I am in love with you _____.

 -I love you too Alfonse. I have for a long time… I’m sorry I ruined it…but I could not help but enjoy having you so near.- He is scarlet red, but smiling.- Which by the way, is your fault.- He looks puzzled.- Sir you are playing dirty.

 -How so? - He asks.

 -You are playing hard to get with my heart.

 -Oh that game you started playing with mine?-He asks arching an eyebrow.

 -What? Me? When? You don’t even let me see your hands for God’s sake. I never saw you flirting with me.

 -I…hold your hands.- He says blushing. Well that was so Alfonse of him.-…erm…You used to never take off that coat or those pants. You were all mysterious and unreachable- Mysterious? Well, firs time someone said that about me.

 -You wanted me to take off my pants?- He turns red again -I was…insecure. I mean look at those gorgeous women out there and I get all jealous and insecure. I felt safe with my coat on. What was your excuse?

 -The same…I am jealous and insecure…Well, I was at first, but then I noticed something about you. - I give him a questioning look.- You could look at any hero in the nude and not get flustered by it. When I asked you why; you told me they where just natural human bodies to you. You sounded like they were nothing special; like you had analyzed bodies so much you did not find them beautiful or sacred any more. You said you studied them at school and everyone paraded half naked in musical shows and the like. Later you told me you did find them beautiful in an artistic or scientific kind of way but it did not make it better to me.

 How to make someone like you fall in love….with me? I listened to you and how you praised my intellect and skills, and I knew you were attracted to those qualities, but there are other men with intellect and skills at home too. I needed to find a way to be special to you.

  It was only when we met that other Alfonse dressed in a bunny costume that I understood. The way you looked at him made me so envious and jealous. What was so special about him? I saw you ogle his body like he was the most sinful of apparitions, and he looked just like me! I was frustrated. That same evening I saw you looking differently at me, and I could not help but feel elated about it.

 I spied you looking intently at my naked hands and when I put on my globes, that look of disappointment did not escape my eyes. It occurred to me that you had never seen me in any state of undress and it must have been strange to you. I understood how you felt now. I have been watching heroes for years. Beautiful women I have been watching on a daily basis and none of them feel spacial, even if they have beautiful bodies,or incredible skills. Yet the day I saw you wearing regular clothes I …well I…- He blushed, lowered his face and left the sentence hanging.

 I flirted with the idea of letting you see more of me, but then I would just become like any other hero, and I wanted more than that. I want so much more.- Now he looked at me, and there was so much love and affection in his eyes, I could have melted in the spot.

 I have to confess I enjoyed seeing you flustered when you could see a little of me. That made me feel special, but I did not want to be just a mystery to you either. I wanted your heart and soul,your love not only your lust. I needed to to know you loved me.

  I had a talk last night with Lif. He told me they were lovers …His summoner and him. He told me I was being a fool just wasting time. He said that if you were anything like his ______, then you loved me, jut like his summoner did him. _______, I want what they had…I want everything, but I am afraid. Between this situation and the war with Embla…You understand me, don’t you?

 - I understand you. I suppose the time is not right. I don’t want to look back on the day we finally are together and remember all these tragedies. You know Alfonse. You were right about me and my take on “nakedness”. I guess we are on the same page now about desire too. To us, Desire comes from love. That is what makes you and your body especial to me. I fell in love with your sharp mind and your heart first, but also thanks to your “efforts” I can understand and appreciate how special a lover’s body is. You made me understand, that what I feel for you is true love, not just infatuation or lust. Thank you. We can wait if that is your wish…if not…I will not say ‘no’ to that to be honest. I leave it to your discretion…But Alfonse, next time you go “exploring” , I want you to know, I can always lend you a hand. ;)

                                     ~*~

  I write this on the day of Devotion. Alfonse and I had another talk and at the end, we decided to wait. Alfonse’s position is a little difficult, and now even more so after his father’s death. His personality makes me forget he is royalty, but the weight of his crown is a lot. He has more responsibilities and images to uphold. I want to think we have time to enjoy each other’s company, hearts and mind before we rush things any way.

 Well, I have to go, my family (Yes they are my family now) is waiting for me. Sharena informed me there is a huge surprise for me. Well, Anna did owed me some favors and she designed the costumes for the Royal family.I can’t wait see Alfonse! I hear he is wearing sandals XD Wink, wink!

 PS: Wait! I just realized something! Lif was actually spying on us!?

[definitely-not-captain-america]

I feel like I should preface with this: I stand with victims of sexual assault, and in any case, I'm inclined to believe the victim over the accused assaulter. I know how hard it can be for people to come forward with this kind of thing, and how oppressing and silencing it can be from the accused. That being said, I have some devil's advocate things to say about ATL's allegations that started I think in 2021.

I was aware of the allegations when they first came out (I'm not on Twitter, so I found out through ATL's post refusing the claims on Instagram), and I basically just took a personal hiatus from the band without doing much research. I just read the Rolling Stones article about it, written in February of 2022 (I think), and they've covered all of what's happening, including ATL taking this to court. I recommend reading the article yourself, I found it to be very enlightening and interesting.

My first thing to say, which apparently lots of people have said, is the issue about there being 97 accusations. I'm torn between that being a ridiculous number, and the fact that this band has been around for a long time, and they have a lot of reach. Regardless, it's highly unlikely that every single accusation is false, so even if 97 is an exaggerated number, that doesn't mean it's okay to disregard this entirely. The odds of some of them being true are pretty high.

Also, there's no denying the band has been raunchy/creepy (their bra collection a wonderful example from a predominantly young and female audience), and Jack has been the biggest contributor to that. He's been the most inappropriate for the longest time, and I'm not sure how much he's outgrown that, simply because I haven't been keeping up with that much.

Now, I think it's worth pointing out that these guys formed this band while they were still in high school. They were teenagers when this started, and growing up like they have can't have been easy. If the allegations are false, it's easy to see how they might've had a difficult time growing up, and from what I know of men, childish humor can linger for a while (not saying this as a bad thing). I'm not stating this as fact because I simply don't know if this is the case or not.

If you read the Rolling Stones article, there was a Twitter poster who mentioned how Jack had signed his name on her boobs when she was 14 (he was an adult but I don't remember how old). She recalled how creepy this is, and how girls in the scene community are oversexualized, and I saw somewhere else mention all the mysoginistic lyrics songs in this community have. The poster I mentioned said she doesn't have personal feelings about what happened, just that it isn't okay. She also said she wishes the band made a statement of how they were young too, and reckless, and they may have harmed their fans in ways they didn't mean to, as opposed to what they're doing now, which is acting as if they've never done anything remotely controversial (which I think we can all agree isn't true). I agree with her on that, but it's also easy for me to do so.

Now, if even one of the allegations is true, that's one too many. The fact that these allegations are occurring at all is a red flag for me, because I find it unlikely that ATL fans would make these accusations without any inkling of truth - though I guess you never can tell with people. The Rolling Stones article mentioned one of the accusers essentially taking back what they said as they were just being petty with a peer (I think in the accuser's own words) and the accusations were false. For the person who said there are 97 allegations, I haven't seen any proof of there actually being this many, and no evidence brought up by the person who said this. It could be people went back on their word because they felt threatened or were attacked by fans, which we know is very likely. Again, I think this is something to consider.

Until we get the results of this court case, I'll probably keep my distance. I love this band, but I'm uncomfortable with all of this, and I just can't bring myself to support them in case any of this is true. They seem confident that every allegation is false, and I hope they are, but I also can't ignore potential victims, so this is the best I can do. If anyone else is on the fence, this is my advice to you - keep updated, trust the victims, and be open-minded.

For those of you who have written off this band entirely, that's valid. If you don't care about a single word I wrote, okay. I'm in a place, after much consideration, to take the stance I've taken here, and I might be wrong, and I'm fine with that. If you don't have any tolerance for this, that's totally fair, and I'm not trying to change your mind. Just please don't attack me for that, because I think about this a lot and I struggle with it just fine without some random people I'll never meet calling me horrible or an apologist for it. Do what you gotta do in the wake of all this.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

IMAGINE: Introduction

a successful Black woman named Tatyana is living the dream. She’s married to the love of her life and has two children by him. What happens when her marriage is on the rocks? Tatyana finds solice and unimaginable dick in a drug kingpin named Erik a.k.a Killa.

Warnings: Smut, Drug Dealer!Erik, Dominant!Erik. Entanglements lmaoo, Nasty Talk.

Suggested listenings: King Von- F**k Yo Man

The most feared trap house in Grove Park ATL. The name speaks for itself. It’s a place where drug dealers peddle their poison. The biggest dealer in Grove Park of illicit drugs traps people into his business. Once you are into organized crime activities, you may find it difficult to come out of it...especially alive. Big-time drug trafficker and kingpin Erik Stevens; Daddy E or Killa, makes millions of dollars a month selling opiates such as opium, heroin, morphine and codeine; MDMA better known as ecstasy; strong stimulants such as cocaine and crack cocaine; LSD if you want to hallucinate; Xanax illegally, better known as Z-bars or Zannies, and of course weed. 

The Trap House is a bungalow style home on North Ave NW Atlanta, GA. It has a brand new front porch that overlooks a quiet corner lot in the heart of Atlanta. The outside of the single-family home is painted grey. It has a regular setting with children playing and the home is usually managed like a regular household by a middle-aged woman named Michelle, also known as the Trap Queen. She’s Killa’s godmother. Anyone who isn’t involved with the physically and psychologically hazardous activities happening within the Trap House would think it’s a standard family home. It’s all a hoax. 

Killa and his group of duffle bag boys usually come in the late-night hours during the week, every other weekend, or the third day of the month. Loud trap music blares from the home, signifying that they are working. Killa’s matte black Mercedes-Benz G Wagon with black rims is the only car he drives to work at the Trap House. The living room is simply furnished with a clean-cut black leather sectional sofa, and a wall-mounted flat screen used for surveillance of the entire home. The kitchen isn’t anything special except for the refrigerator filled with different types of Hennessy. 

The dining room is used for the dealers to play spades, dominoes, or gamble when there isn’t much to do except keep watch of the area. The main bathroom is a safe way to flush stash if need be but there was little concern for that since Killa has crooked cops in his circle. The three bedrooms all serve a purpose. The master bedroom or the Clandestine Chemistry Room is used as a drug laboratory to illegally manufacture drugs such as PCP, LSD, MDMA, Fentanyl, and Meth. The middle room has some local trap girls counting money with various bank machines and UV counterfeit detection lamps. 

The last and smallest room is the artillery room or The Heat Room. Various guns like shotguns, Uzi’s, Smith & Wesson, Taurus 9MM, GLOCK INC 9MM and .45, and Sig Sauer P938 are stored in that room. Killa makes it mandatory that the Trap House is cleaned and no traces left behind every other weekend. He has a few storage units in Atlanta where he keeps everything when shipments come in. He’s always watching his men because he wants to make sure none of them are snitching to the feds. They wouldn’t dare to anyway because they knew where their fate would end up if they did. 

Killa and the rest of the dealers were working in the Trap House on a Saturday evening. Killa is seated on his black leather sectional wearing a white beater, black and red basketball shorts, and Air Jordan 1s. He has a simple gold cross chain hanging from his neck and a gold and black Versace watch on his left wrist. Killa’s dreads are wild and tapered with the sides cut into a fade. He has bright white teeth lined with gold slugs behind his thick lips, a sinewy body covered in tattoos on his arms, chest, neck, and back, and black diamond studs in his ears. Evidently from the description of his physical appearance he’s absolutely sexy; fine; handsome; good-looking. 

Killa’s obsidian eyes are unyielding as he watches the surveillance. His dark, unruly brows furrow when he notices a figure approach the Trap House. Killa turns down the music playing from the Bluetooth speakers before grabbing his gold chrome Glock, holding it behind his back at waist level. He walked up to the door, peering through the peephole to see who it was approaching. With an annoyed grunt, Killa opens the door to find one of his dealers carrying a black and grey duffel bag most likely filled with his money. 

“Where the fuck have you been nigga?” He asked with an icy tone of voice, “you were supposed to show up a few hours ago with my money,” Killa checks the outside surroundings with a quick sweep of his eyes before opening the door wider, snatching the bag from his dealer's shoulder so harshly that the dealer’s arm was almost pulled from its socket.

“My fault, Killa, the drug deal started a little later than it was supposed to. They ain’t show up until thirty minutes after...I thought they were tryna jug me out of the deal.” 

Killa didn’t care for the explanation, all he was worried about was his money and if it was there.

“Rick, go to Stella and tell her there’s more money to count. I wanna know how much is here. Make sure she does it right too,” Killa hands Rick, his most trusted duffel bag boy and sometimes henchmen, the money.

“Keith, right?” Killa says with hard unwavering eyes and a stony face, “You got one more time to be late. If you keep that shit up working for me then these other niggas around here will try and be on that same shit too...I don’t play bout’ my drugs, and most of all I don’t play bout’ dat payola… Yen know before you decided to be in this game, nigga?” 

“Yo, Killa, I promise you, this shit won’t happen again,” He pleaded.

“Yeah, Aight, we’ll see,” Killa was standing at 6’3, “Lets take a trip to the money room.” 

Walking to the money room, Killa was greeted with ebony beauties dressed half-naked counting money. The UV of the room made their acrylic nails glow. Nothing but juicy ass and titties handling Daddy E’s money. Stella, a redbone with her bleach-blonde hair styled in six stitch braids was on the last stack of money from the duffel bag. Killa strolled over to Stella, lightly tapping her on the ass which caused her to blush and smile. 

“Hey, Daddy E. I’m almost finished,” She started up the counting machine while tapping it with her lime green stiletto nails. Once it was finished and she wrapped it in rubber bands, she allowed Killa to read the total. He felt like he was about to burst with rage. Stella made herself scarce and went to the other side of the room. Keith stood confused and from the deranged look on Killa face he knew he was in trouble. 

Killa raised a single dark brow, “You must think I’m stupid, where is the rest of my fucking money?” 

“I promise you, that’s all of it, Killa,” Keith says while fear throbbed inside of him. 

“Like I said, you think I’m a fool? Nigga...if I let you get away with this shit then other niggas will steal from me too, I’m not finna have that shit,” Killa says while chuckling, “NOW WHERE IS THE REST OF MY FUCKING MONEY AT HOMIE?!”

“What’s going on Killa?” Rick walks in holding his strap.

“I told you this nigga is wishy washy, Rick,” Killa pointed his gold chrome Glock to the amount of money, “This is counting out 95G’s I’m missing 5G’s!!!” Killa felt himself getting even madder than he was before. Rick gives Keith a dirty look before charging up to him, balling up the front of his shirt within his large hulking fist.

“WHERE IS IT?” Rick asks with clenched teeth and spit flying menacingly.

“You better get it out of him before I end this nigga life, Rick. I’m itching to use my piece on this sell out, aint kill a nigga in a grip,” Killa cocks his gun, waiting for the perfect opportunity. If he lied, he was going to die and if he told the truth he was going to die. Either way, he’s dead. 

“Didn’t you hear me ask you a question?!!! Where is Killa’s money!!!!” Rick pistol-whipped Keith, watching his lanky body fall to the floor. Killa crouched down to his level with his gold chrome gun dangling in his left hand. He gives Keith a sinister smile with eyes so vicious it made you feel like you were in the presence of the devil. 

“What’s up with my money? And don’t lie to me,”  Killa’s voice was smooth and threatening. 

It was clear that panic fueled him. Killa could see right through him. The sweat on his face, the slight tremble of his body, the way his eyelids would flicker. Killa wordlessly points his Glock to Keith’s temple so hard it left a painful indentation from the barrel. 

“I have it,” He finally says, “It’s in my car.” 

Killa sniffled with rage before standing at his full height. He shared a look with Rick before placing his gold chrome Glock in the front of his shorts causing them to hang lower on his hips. 

“Let’s take this nigga to the spot,” Killa tells Rick before walking out of the room. 

“The what?!” Keith asks with his voice numb with shock. The more he talked, the more he stroked Killa’s anger. 

“Take him out back to the Escalade, Rick, and bring PAC wit’ you too.”

“Wait!!! Wait!!!! The money is in my car!!!!” Keith yelled while Rick man-handled him to his feet by the collar of his white T-shirt causing it to rip, “I can go get it!!!! It’s all there, Killa!!! I promise you, man, it’s all there!!!!!”

“Niggas always wanna beg and plead when they about to die, shit is lame,” Killa spoke mostly to himself before entering his gun room to grab his favorite piece. 

The black Escalade was the car that Killa used for committing murder. They have a designated spot which is a dirt-covered lot that overlooks Downtown Atlanta. The lot has a mechanic shop that Killa owns which is one of the businesses to clean up a few dollars; an easy way to legitimize the dirty money from the streets. Only his circle used the mechanic shop. 

Killa sauntered out back to the parked Escalade with his Uzi. He checked the trunk to make sure everything needed to dispose of the body in such a way as to prevent, hinder, or delay discovery of the body, to prevent identification of the body, or to prevent autopsy, was there. Usually, after he murders his victims, Killa will have the bodies wrapped in heavy-duty plastic and driven out to a rural farm that he also owns to bury them. If someone were to ask him how many bodies are decaying there, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Rick and another henchman nicknamed PAC-man carried a struggling Keith from the house and tossed him in one of the back seats of the Escalade. Rick hopped in the driver's seat, cranking up the car before pulling out into a back alley. 

“The house is getting cleaned up as we speak, Killa, here,” Rick hands him a handheld surveillance. 

“Thanks, Patna, nigga did you bring me a blunt? I forgot my shit back in the living room,” Killa says. 

“You lucky I rolled an extra one earlier,” Rick chuckled while passing Killa a freshly rolled blunt.

“Let’s get this shit over with so I can go see this broad,” Killa lights his blunt, takes a hit, and blows out smoke rings, “Aye, PAC, quiet that punk ass nigga down!!!” Killa yells over his shoulder, “Nigga crying too much...if you gotta gag that nigga do it...making my fucking ears hurt with all that bitch ass crying.” Rick and PAC-man share a laugh. 

“What broad you seeing anyway, Patna?” Rick asks. 

“Nicki,” Killa French inhaled the smoke while keeping his eyes on the rearview mirror. 

“The bitch who’s mama you selling crack to? Explain this shit because I’m lost.” 

Killa laughs, “For the record, I didn’t even know that was her mama until I saw both of them leaving Church’s Chicken. Anyway, she knows her mama is still smoking rocks...last time I had to check that old bitch,” Killa spits outside of the car window before licking his full lips. 

“Fuck, was she the one that came by the Trap House on Monday night?” Rick makes a left turn. 

“Bitch came banging on the door, Rick,” Killa shakes his head while stroking his goatee, “Begging me for some more crack. I told her old ass that she owes me 200 dollars for the crack I gave her a week ago...I only did that shit because Nicki didn’t have it to pay for it...why did this dry pussy bitch get down on her knees begging to suck my dick for some crack?!” Killa kisses his teeth, “I told her to take her ol’ ass off my porch before I put my foot in her. She ain’t getting no more from me until I get my money.” 

“Why don’t you just drop Nicki? That’s some wack ass drama, Killa, you know you don’t need that shit,”  Rick finally pulls into the dirt lot of the mechanic shop after a ten-minute ride. 

“The pussy is so damn good…” Killa left it at that. Nicki was Killa’s on-again, off-again booty call. She was the only girl that could match his freaky, that was before he met Tatyana. Saving the rest of the conversation for another day, Killa grabs his Uzi from between his legs before exiting the Escalade. He puts out his weed before placing it in his pocket. Rick and PAC-man grab the traitor from the back of the car, dragging him in the dirt before dropping him face-first about six feet away from Killa. 

“Aight, bring this nigga to his feet...face forward sneak nigga!!” Killa commanded before pointing his Uzi to the dealer's body, “There you go,” Killa congratulates Keith sarcastically, “Hold your chin up, Rick, grab his keys and wallet.” 

Rick cleans out his pockets before pushing him with his Nike boot covered foot. Keith stumbled while staring at the Uzi in Killa’s hand. He didn’t dare move. 

“Yeah...be a man and die right here like the rest of em’ you wanna steal from me? My money?” Killa spoke with squinted eyes and a tilt of his head, “I’m about to leave you layin’ where you standing.” 

Rick and PAC-man chuckle when they notice Keith wetting his pants. The dirt beneath his feet turned damp. 

“Ah, shit,” Killa laughs, “This nigga is pissing his pants…” Killa aims his Uzi for Keith’s left shoulder and shoots him. Keith screams with agony, clutching his shoulder. Killa shoots him in the hand that covered his shoulder. He paused again so that he could watch the mixture of pain and fear in Keith’s eyes. Maybe he was a sick, twisted individual for that but he thoroughly enjoyed watching his victims suffer before he really put their lights out. 

“Damn, I bet that shit burn,” Killa shoots him in his stomach, watching him fall to his knees, “Open your mouth, bitch, let that blood out,” Killa fired off two rounds in his chest, “you dip into my bag I kill you,” with those last words, Killa blasted Keith in his head between his eyes like the middle of a dart board. 

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Tatyana Parham-Narvaez, a successful black business woman in Atlanta is best known for her line of intimate products and three luxury spa locations titled Tatyana’s Getaway. Tatyana’s Getaway boasts a fun yet relaxing environment that does not lose its chic and classic aesthetic. She believes that the overall experience is just as important as the quality of service that you receive. Licensed Esthetician,designer and Humanitarian, Tatyana holds yearly fundraisers to support other black owned businesses in Atlanta and also low income communities with food, beverages, clothing, and school supplies. 

Tatyana has cat-like mink brown eyes fringed with long lashes, cinnamon skin silken and glowing, a dainty nose with a ring, moist lush lips, a TWA with thick, dark brown spirals, short with generous curves, and a dulcet voice. She’s adventurous, some would consider that rebellious because she craves her freedom and can come off as quite the difficult ‘nesting partner’. She can be naive which explains her optimism, and she’s very independent. Tatyana never saw herself getting married but she found the love of her life just two years ago. His name is Carlos Narvaez and he’s an ex-convict turned businessman. Carlos Narvaez is a Party Promoter and famous Jeweler who moved from Miami to Atlanta five years prior. Los Ice and Gold is the place to go for many Atlanta rappers. 

Tatyana and Carlos first met each other at a mutual friends' album release party. It was his way with words, that dazzled her just like the ice around his neck and wrists. Usually, Tatyana would go for a much taller and more chiseled man but it was the way he articulated his words; bewitching her out of her panties, not to mention his beautiful smile and whiskey colored eyes. Carlos was the first man to ever sweep her off her feet with his mind rather than his dick. Carlos and Tatyana got married in Puerto Rico and just a year later they had a baby boy; Carlos Jayden Narvaez Jr, and soon after a baby girl; Nayelis Genesis Narvaez. Tatyana and her family live in Lawrenceville, GA, just 45 minutes outside of Atlanta. It’s a brick front suburban home with a driveway and a garage, four bedrooms and three bathrooms, a large family kitchen and dining area, a cozy living room, furnished basement, and a yard fit for summer occasions with a pool. 

As sweet and loving as it looks from the outside, Tatyana’s marriage is troubled. Carlos and Tatyana bicker a great deal; escalating out of control and into screaming matches, they don’t talk to one another about their problems and feelings, there is inequality between both of them concerning gender roles and decision making, and the level of sexual intimacy in their marriage is low or there isn't any at all. Since both of them are always so busy, Carlos Jr. and Nayelis spend more time at Tatyana’s parents' home than their own on weekdays. Although she has given birth to 2 children and married “the love of her life,” she still finds herself stepping out of her mundane life to mess with Erik. He’s EVERYTHING her mother warned her about—dangerous, doesn’t give a fuck, liable to shoot now and ask questions later yet is so damn enticing/addicting. 

Tatyana grew up in Bankhead,one of the places where Erik a.k.a Killa trafficked drugs. Tatyana’s baby sister, Tia, lives in Bankhead with her baby father and 8-month-old son named Demitri. From what Tatyana gathered about Erik when she saw him pull up in his matte black Mercedes Benz G Wagon is that he’s hood rich and he cares about his people. When Tatyana was leaving Tia’s home, Erik was talking to Miss Shay, Tatyana’s old babysitter, on her front porch. He was holding a white foam cup in his hand, and he was wearing a black beater with dark wash denim jeans and some black and white Jordan 1s on his feet. 

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(Flashback) 

“Tati! Is that you?!”  Miss Shay yelled from across the street. She waved one slender and frail hand at Tatyana. Tatyana was still in her formal work attire; black pencil skirt, fitted peach colored blouse, and black peekaboo Christian Louboutin pumps. She walked across the street to Miss Shay, taking off her Fendi sunglasses and placing them within her Christian Louboutin black embellished clutch. 

“Miss Shay! Wow! You look amazing, you haven’t changed at all!!” Tatyana gives the elderly woman a gentle hug before kissing her cheek. She still wore that Sweet Honesty perfume by Avon. Miss Shay was known for being the Avon lady in Bankhead. 

“Me?! Child, look at you!” Miss Shay laughs before coughing slightly. Tatyana guesses that she is still smoking cigarettes, “Still just as pretty as ever! I was talking to Tia the other day about you, wondering how you were. It’s good to see you, Erik, do you remember Tatyana from daycare?” 

“Nah, auntie,” Erik says before taking a sip from his white foam cup, “I would have remembered shawty, trust me,” He brings the cup to his lips again, the gold watch on his wrist catching Tatyana’s eye. His stance was wide, shoulders squared, and brows furrowed slightly while his obsidian eyes never left Tatyana’s face for one second. 

“I was pretty quiet back then, and I didn’t like playing with the boys,” Tatyana says before blinking her eyes away from Erik. He’s attractive. Tatyana stole another glance, allowing her mink brown eyes to regard him from head to toe. Very attractive. The body art made his sinewy body appear more defined. She never knew a neck tattoo would look so good on a man. It’s a spade with a skull in the middle surrounded by shaded roses. She could feel his rugged energy and it made her shudder.

“That’s cuz y’all couldn’t keep up wit’ us, baby,” He laughs and it was so smooth and sexy. He must have a habit of licking his lips like LL Cool J, “And I liked picking on y’all quiet girls back then, I bet you say I don’t know a lot,” He smiles and the dimples blew her away, “I don’t know, maybe” he mocked with a sweet voice. 

“Jokes!!” Tatyana fought hard not to crack a smile but her lush lips turned up and her cheeks puffed out. Her laugh was a pleasant falsetto, “And you don’t know me like that so don’t come for me...Erik, right?” Tatyana says with an audacious tone. 

“Erik, leave Tati alone, please,” Miss Shay spoke with a stringent tone. Tatyana giggles, she can remember that tone of voice like it was yesterday when she was seven years old, “Tati, how are the children?”

“They’re fine, Carlos Jr. will be two in about four months, Nayelis will be seven months.” 

“I need a picture of them Tati!!! Erik bought me a cell phone, he’s been teaching me how to answer video calls and such.” 

“That’s so sweet,” Tatyana gives Erik a respectful gaze, “Well, let’s exchange numbers, Miss Shay, and I can send you some photos today.” 

“Oh! Let me go get my phone,” Miss Shay grabs the railing to her steps, pushing up onto her feet. Erik opens her screen door, making sure to watch her walk inside so she doesn’t trip and fall. 

“Careful, auntie, don’t trip over that part,” Erik was referring to the cracked concrete of her top step, “I thought I called somebody to come fix that? These motherfuckers man,” His irritation crackled, “You broke your toe because of that fucking step, ima give them a call when I leave.”

“Erik, calm down, don’t go roughing those damn people up because of a step.”

Erik closes the screen door behind Miss Shay. 

“She broke her toe?” Tatyana asks with concern. 

“Yeah, like five months ago. I’ve been coming to check up on her to make sure she's good. Dats my auntie right there, she means the world to me.” 

“I don’t know why I can’t remember you,” Tatyana says while her forehead creased in thought. 

“It’s cool, shawty, don’t stress your pretty head,” his eyes shot down to Tatyana’s matte brown lips, “Damn...you got some sexy ass lips.” 

“Excuse me?” Tatyana asks with a high-pitched tone. 

“Your lips, they're sexy. You got a man?” 

“I have a HUSBAND,” Tatyana clarified with a flippant tone. 

“Oooh, okay,” Erik held his hands up in surrender with a grin on his face, “You ain’t gotta get all mouthy on a nigga...my guess is he doesn’t know how to correct you.” 

“My guess is you have a habit of being in people’s business, Erik,” Tatyana spoke boldly, “and don’t no man correct me.”

“When I want to, yeah, I’ll make it my business. You’re feisty ain’t you?...how is ‘Hubby’ treating you Miss Tati?” 

Tatyana couldn’t believe the boldness of him. He didn’t waste any time trying to get at her. To be honest, Erik is the finest man she’s ever seen and that’s coming from a married woman. He didn’t need to know that, his head is already too big.

“None of your concern, Sir,” Tatyana shakes her head, laughing lightly. 

“I’m making it my concern though. Hubby doing what he’s supposed to? My guess is he’s not.” 

“Boy,” Tatyana rolled her eyes. Miss Shay was taking way too long to grab her cell phone. 

“Boy? Do I look like a boy?” He spoke harshly, “don’t be talking to me like you crazy Lil mama.” 

“I am crazy, but you don’t know me, remember?” Tatyana wasn’t about to hold her tongue with some hood ass, narcissistic motherfucker. 

“Yeah, I want you to keep that in mind and fix that shit before I fix you out here,” he warned her. 

“You ain’t fixing shit, who the fuck are you to be talking to me like that?” Tatyana was in disbelief. 

“You ain’t know?” He spoke arrogantly, “They call me Killa around here, ma,” he lowered his voice to a seductive lilt, “But you can call me Daddy E if you want, it’s up to you.” He says with a half-smirk. 

“I think that’s my cue to leave,” Tatyana puts her Fendi sunglasses back on, “Can you tell Miss Shay that I had to run? I’ll just get her number from my sister Tia.”

“I’ll let her know,” Erik sips from his cup again, his eyes focused on Tatyana’s plush booty and shapely legs, “Now that I know Tia is your sister I’ll definitely be checking for you.”

“BYE, Killa,” Tatyana chucked up the deuces to Erik before entering her all-white Bentley. 

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 Erik was freshly showered and wearing a plain black T-shirt with a pair of G-Star relaxed fit black shorts and black Armani slides. There was a knock on the front door of his luxury Condo in Buckhead. The warm and stylish condo features a gourmet kitchen, three covered terraces, two bedrooms, and three bathrooms; one bathroom is a master bathroom with a side-entry shower. There is a wide-open living room that connects with his dining room. The building included an on-site lounge, a gym with views, and a palm-studded pool deck, and a spacious hot tub. 

Erik was only expecting one person tonight; Nicki. Nicole Brown a.k.a Nicki is Erik’s frequent fuck buddy. She’s slim-thick with round cognac eyes, thinly arched brows like Megan Good, golden skin with raised freckles on her face, heart-shaped lips with a gap between her teeth, and a full head of thick, voluminous 4B curls. She can be self-centered, and stubborn. Nicki hates being ignored and not being treated like she’s in the first place. There had been many occasions where Erik had to put Nicki in her place. It was strictly sex between them both...only sex. Erik hadn’t seen Nicki in a week and the girl was blowing his phone up with at least ten calls a day. He was about to stretch her little pussy wide the fuck open on his daddy dick, got to teach um they place so they can remember, he says. 

“Well? Can I come in, Daddy E,” Nicki says with a honeyed tone. The pink gloss on her lips matched her pink tongue and Erik couldn’t wait to stuff his pipe down her throat. 

“Hurry up,” Erik opened the door wider so Nicki could walk inside. She’s wearing a pair of little black stretchy shorts, a hot pink bandeau, and a pair of black mules on her feet. She has her toes and nails painted with baby blue gel polish on purpose because she knows how much Erik loves blue against her skin. 

“What have you been doing the past week,” Nicki takes off her shoes by the door, “I’m tired of you ignoring me, Erik. I missed you like crazy, you can’t be doing that,” Nicki threw her arms around Erik’s shoulders before kissing his thick lips, “mmm...minty,” She smiles.

“Don’t get too excited, we gotta talk first,” Erik removes her arms from around his shoulders, “did you want something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good...what are we talking about?” Nicki takes a seat on his couch, “I have to talk to you as well...so my mom tells me that you threatened her? Fuck is going on with that?”

“You’re hella bipolar, didn’t you just walk in here telling me you missed me?”

“I did, and I still do, daddy, but you and I have a problem. She told me you threatened to kick her in the ass on Monday, E.”

“Did she?” Erik makes himself a small glass of Hennessy before joining Nicki on the couch. He takes a seat away from her, resting his back in the corner of the sectional couch, “did she tell you why I threatened her?”

“Doesn’t matter, THAT'S my mom, Erik. I know she’s going through some shit but don’t do that, I will kill you,” Nicki mouthed off. 

“You’ll kill me? With what? These hands?” Erik grabs Nicki’s small hands, laughing at how little she is compared to him, “you can’t even wrap your hand around my neck fully so cut that shit out.” 

“Whatever, asshole, DON'T threaten my mom again,” Nicki jabbed her finger into Erik’s solid chest, “Now you owe me...I want my pussy ate from the back.” 

“Hm,” Erik brings his face closer to Nicki’s, “Did your momma tell you that she got down on her knees, begging to suck my dick?”

“...what?” Nicki’s eyes glanced at his lips.

“She came banging on the door to my Trap House, pleading to suck my dick for some more crack...what you got to say now, shawty? I don’t hear you talkin’ back.”

Nicki swallows spit, before letting out a ragged breath, “She didn’t tell me all that...She’s been staying with my aunt to get better…”

“Next time, I think you need to get all the facts before you come up in my place getting buck with me,” Erik spoke with a raw voice so close to her face that his nose was touching her cheek, “And you know what happens when you get buck with me, Nicki...shut yo ass up when you talking all that shit...told yo ass I ain’t nothing like these other niggas, bitch, I don’t play that shit.” 

“I’m sorry, Erik-

“fuck your throat till I’m done...I don’t stop...you know I keep going.” 

“I won’t do it again-

“You will because daddy’s dick is yo favorite...you love sucking this big black dick...get my dick nice and wet...giving me all that good sloppy top like the freak hoe you are...telling me I’m yo favorite thug nigga while you suck on my nuts…”

“Fuck,” Nicki turned so she could face Erik fully. Her nose brushed against his broad one and the tickle of it shot straight to her phat clit. 

“Then you blowing up my phone all week like you ain’t got no damn sense,” Erik looks her up and down with eyes so ominous they made Nicki shiver, “Calling me ten times a fucking day...I hit you back when I’m ready, this my last time telling you, ma, hear me?”

Nicki nods her head before quickly saying, “Yes, Daddy E.” 

“I ain’t have this pussy in a week...she's still super soaker wet?” Erik’s hand found its way between Nicki’s thighs, stroking her pussy, “I can feel that clit poking...that phat ass clit...you only want me to eat it from the back because I suck it good from that angle.”

“Damn...I miss your fingers on my pussy,” Nicki spoke with a serene voice. 

“I miss that juicy mouth on my dick,” Erik roughly spreads Nicki’s thighs so he could see her pussy lips sitting nice and plump, “Big pussy on a tiny girl...I love that shit…”

“I need you,” Nicki says with her glossy cognac eyes filled with lust. 

“Not before I get my dick sucked you don’t,” Erik stands up, undoing his shorts, bringing them down to rest around his ankles. He purposely left his Armani briefs on so she could see his thick print jump. It pulsated and pulsated. His wide glans was peeking at her from the bottom of his briefs. Nicki has to pick her jaw up off of the floor. She had that huge black dick buried in her pussy so many times before and yet she still couldn’t believe he was packing that much thickness and length. 

“You need me? Suck this daddy dick,” He points to his crotch that he was blessed with. Nicki scoots over so that she’s seated perfectly in front of him before grabbing the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down so they could rest around his ankles with his shorts, “I need your lips to show my throbbing dick how much you appreciate every inch of me…” 

Nicki grabs Erik’s dick in her hand. She moves it up and down...up and down...then she sticks her tongue out to lick his slit. Nicki’s tongue wiggles slowly while her cognac eyes blinked up at Erik innocently. 

“Stop playing and put this dick in your mouth,” Erik says.

“This big dick right here?” Nicki uses her tongue to circle the tip of Erik’s dick. 

“Nicki...stop playing with me,” Erik’s fingers tangled around her thick hair and he yanked it hard enough to extend her neck so that she could look at him, “And you can drop that good girl act you know when you see this dick all of that goes straight out the fucking window.”

Erik was reminded of how much of a nasty bitch Nicki is. Nicki spits on Erik’s dick before taking him halfway into her mouth and sucking him with just the power of her jaw muscles. She started making those nasty, loud slurping sounds that Erik loves. Nicki grabs Erik’s balls to massage them before using her lips to slurp along the sides of his lengthy dick. 

“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” Nicki relished in the squelching sound of Erik’s spit covered dick in her hand while she jerked him slowly. She knew that he wanted her to swallow all of him but Nicki wanted him to make her do it. 

“This dick is thick and heavy, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah? It likes being sucked too,” Erik takes his dick in his hand, “so why don’t you hop on that and stop playing, girl.” 

“Or what? What?” 

“I’ll just make you...open yo’ mouth.” 

“Make me like you said you would,” Nicki says with a sly grin. Erik takes his thumb to rub Nicki’s bottom lip before dragging his hand down past her chin to grasp her throat with enough pressure to remind her of who is in charge. 

“I need good head right now and I need you to focus...give me yo’ fucking throat.” 

Erik slapped his dick on Nicki’s lips and she opened up for him, sticking her tongue all the way out graciously. Erik’s dick slid right in easily and with both of his hands holding her head in place Erik moved Nicki’s head back and forth. He watched his dick disappear between her glossy pink lips until his hands moved away from her head and Nicki was sucking all of him on her own. 

“Looks like you don’t wanna stop...I don’t wanna let you stop...sucking the life outta me...suck all that dick...yeahhhh just like that...you’re into that I see why you called me ten times a day…” 

“Mhmmmmmm,” Nicki’s eyes never left Erik’s and the eye contact made her mouth just as wet as her pussy. Nicki drooled all over Erik’s dick and the spit covered her chest, staining her bandeau top. 

“Suck that dick bitch, I bet you wish this was a daily thing for you...no matter where we are...If you enjoy it like you say you do be a slut and suck this dick whenever I tell you to.” 

Erik’s words excited Nicki. She knew it was in the heat of the moment because her sloppy head was making his dick swell but the thought of waking up with Erik’s dick in her mouth was a world she wanted to live in. Looking up into his fine ass face reminded her of how much she really REALLY wanted Erik to make her his girl. He kept talking that nasty shit to her and it made her take her fingers covered in her spit to rub her clit. 

“Nah, don’t get distracted, I got too much dick to not be getting it sucked...Mhm, you see that dick getting fatter? that’s cuz daddy is about to bust...all that fucking nut? don’t waste my shit, Nicki, don’t be wasting my shit bitch! FUCK!” Erik grabs his dick to slap it on Nicki’s tongue. His cum spurted out in thick streams. Nicki wrapped her lips around Erik’s dick, “get all that nut the fuck out bitch.” 

Nicki finished emptying him before licking her lips clean. She sat back on the couch with her face gleaming with saliva. Nicki turned around, arching her back and started twerking in her little shorts. Erik’s hands reached down to play with her ass while she bounced it for him. His fingers then start to rub her pussy from the back. Nicki starts thrusting her hips back against Erik while whining for attention. 

“I know what you need, baby, you know nobody’s mouth is nastier than mine. Who sucks on that pussy the best?”

“Daddy E,” Nicki moaned. 

“Who gets all that nut out?” Erik pulls Nicki’s shorts down to reveal that she isn’t wearing any panties. 

“You do, Daddy,” Nicki hissed when her pussy finally became exposed to the cool air, “my pussy is so damn wet.” 

“I’m looking at this fat, creamy pussy now...all that dripping from your pussy...and that clit…” Erik takes his thumb to stroke Nicki’s phat clit, “ima make you cum all over my thick dick.” 

“Please,” Nicki reaches beneath her to hold her pussy lips open, “Daddy, please suck on my pussy...please…”

Erik got down on his knees and buried his face in Nicki’s pussy. His tongue lapped and cleaned up all her cream before sucking on her phat clit from behind. Erik spreads her cheeks so he could have more space to lick her asshole too. Nicki’s pussy was fitting in Erik’s mouth so good that it made him thrust his hips like he was fucking her. He just knew the tip of his dick was leaking pre-cum. He was eating that sloppy, juicy pussy. 

“Daddy, yes, clean this pussy up and make some more,” Nicki licks her lips, “Oh, daddy, fuck yeah, oh, daddy, yes, right there, I’m gonna cum, yes, fuckkkkk, daddy, oh my God, daddy keep sucking,” Nicki shouts, “FUCK IM CUMMING!!!” 

Erik kisses her clit before using his tongue to fuck her pussy and asshole, alternating back and forth. Nicki didn’t know what to do with herself. One minute, Erik’s tongue is in her pussy and the next minute it’s wiggling in her tight ass. 

“Oh, shit,” Nicki could feel the sensation to cum creeping over her body again, “oooooo daddy you always eat my pussy so good!!!”

Erik helped Nicki get through her orgasm with rough spanking to her ass. His dick was painfully hard and as much as he loved slurping on Nicki’s phat clit he needed to bury all ten inches of his big black dick inside of her. Grabbing his jeans, Erik pulls out a magnum, opening it with his teeth before taking the condom and rolling it over his dick. Erik stood up while bending his knees slightly since Nicki is much shorter than him.

“You know what time it is, ma, keep this ass up so I can fuck you good, give you exactly what you deserve.” 

Nicki held her arched position, pushing her hips higher so she could provide a good angle for Erik.

“Got this pretty pussy with all this fat ass for daddy to pound deep and hard…” Eriks hips retreated back , and forth as he found her entrance . His tip felt that warm slippery wet hole and he eased himself in, just enough to hear those sweet little gasps and pants from her. Nicki reached behind her to grasp Erik’s upper thigh. He always expected that because of his generous size. 

“Aight, ma, ima put the rest of this dick in. Bite the couch if you need to,” Erik spoke casually. Erik slammed into Nicki hard, resulting in a huge slap from his pelvis against her plump booty. When he did it again her head flew back in bliss. He gave her another stroke, much harder than before. Nicki’s entire body from her head down to her toes felt that pressure and it caused her head to slump forward against the couch. 

“Yeah, daddy got that ass now...this what you like? All this dick in you? Fix your arch, Nicki,” Nicki’s mouth drew wide open and she looked back at Erik. Erik invaded her tight wetness, reaching every spot that needed to be stroked. Hitting every itch that had been yearning to be touched. Erik fucked her hard and steady. It was the rhythm of his toned hips knocking into her that shocked Nicki every single time. His back muscles flexed when his arms reached forward to grab the back of the couch. Nicki felt like this was the only man that could control her body as if he practiced it. His thick pole hit a spongy spot of pleasure inside of her. It felt so damn fucking good that Nicki started throwing her hips back, fucking him. Nicki started moaning uncontrollably, so honest that her body practically did it for her each time. 

“Fuck this dick! Take this shit!” Erik says all the while fucking Nicki himself, “I see you keeping this dick nice and slippery for me…”

“Mmm, daddy, you got me shaking and tightening all over that dick,” Nicki says between heavy sobs. 

“I love when your pussy tells me I'm doing a good job...you got more for me?” Erik pushes himself all the way inside until his balls slapped her clit, “dropping this dick in that big pussy?”

“Fucck..... show me who’s daddy,” Nicki could feel Erik hitting the bottom of her pussy with the tip of his dick and he wasn’t slowing down. Erik brings one leg up to rest his foot on the couch before grabbing Nicki’s hips. He started really plowing her pussy; plowing it so damn good that Nicki started sounding like someone went at her throat with a cheese grater. Her ass was bouncing like a ball against him. Nicki wailed and Erik could feel the smooth ridges of her vaginal walls ripple along the broad shaft of his dick. 

“Shit, I feel it coming, baby!!!!!!” Nicki’s ass ricocheted off of Erik before she went stiff, her thighs caving in like she was crippled. Her creamy orgasm oozed from her pussy and dripped to his couch. It was beautiful watching Nicki’s pussy cum. He could only imagine the overwhelming sensation she must be experiencing to cum on a thick dick. 

“Wow, look at this juicy pussy,” Erik slows down before stopping completely, his dick slipping from her snug pussy and resting between her inner lips. The sound effects her wet pussy made when the tip of his dick stroked her labia caused Erik to bite down on his pouty bottom lip so hard it stung. His eyes glinted with desire when he saw how Nicki glazed his dick.

“Come clean up all this mess, girl,” The corners of his mouth turned up and then a stream of hisses followed. Nicki slurped all of her sticky cream from Erik’s dick. She showed him her cum covered tongue before licking her lips. Erik needed to bust a nut now, hard and urgent. Taking a seat on the couch, Erik forcefully slaps Nicki’s ass, soundlessly telling her that she needs to slam that pussy on his dick froggystyle. Nicki’s weak limbs shook out of control when she positioned herself over Erik’s fat ass dick. 

“What you waiting on? Ride that fucking dick,” Erik pointed to his dick, “you see how you got my shit standing up? You better get on this dick and make me bust.”

Nicki guides Erik’s dick back to her overworked entrance before she finally lowered herself over him. Erik’s hands automatically grabbed each ass cheek so that he could have something to hold onto when he fucked her himself. Nicki started working just the tip of his dick, a constant whimper coming from her mouth. 

“Where is the rest of that phat pussy? Ride the fuck outta me, Nicki...my nuts are so goddamn tight,” Erik tugged on his sack, “Lil ass bought to have me explode up in this bitch.” 

“Shitttttttttttt, whew!!!!!!” Nicki finally takes all of him. She sat still while Erik’s hands still cupped her ass cheeks. 

“Just like that, girl, keep going,” Erik started pumping his hips, “All I need you to do right now is make this big ass dick cum.” 

“Fuck,” Nicki squeezes Erik’s shoulders and then with whatever strength she has left, Nicki started bouncing her pussy up and down Erik’s dick. The sound effects of her pussy increased with the speed of her strokes. With no warning, Erik started force feeding Nicki his fat dick. It was a good thing he had a grip on her ass because she allowed all of her body weight to fall forward against him. 

“Gotta get up in it...DEEP...know what I’m saying?” He spoke nonchalantly like he wasn’t making Nicki cry above him. He didn’t expect her to answer him, not with all his dick in her stomach. 

“Damn, fuck, shit, Oooh,” Nicki’s body started shaking and then as if a pipe burst she began to cum all in Erik’s lap, “FUUUUCK! Okay, baby, okay!!! Shit!!” 

Erik wasn’t listening, his dick was trying to drill a new slippery hole in her pussy. Erik’s dick was all up in her to get to that perfect spot where he knows that every inch of his fat dick is stuffing her. He was afraid that the more he thrust against her cervix that the condom would break. Easing up a bit, Erik grabs Nicki’s hips and starts moving her up and down his dick instead. His head fell back to rest against the couch while his narrow eyes watched the blissful expression on her face. Nicki held onto Erik’s wrists and her bandeau top slid down to rest around her slender waist. 

“You’re about to make me leak all in this rubber...ahhh fuck, yeah, you like this dick baby...you love being daddy’s nasty little fucking slut...yeah, ahhhhh, fuck...get on this dick, bitch, sit on this fat-fucking-dick, ride that fucking dick...ride this fat dick until I fucking cum…” Erik’s dick became so robust and rock-hard that Nicki began to scream from how vast his dick was making her pussy, “Fuckkkk, Nicki, you finna make me bust, girl, shittttttttt,” Erik’s hips left the couch and his toes curled. He filled that magnum to the brim. Nicki’s pussy damn near pranced from his dick and she was on her knees, between his athletically built thighs, waiting for her reward. 

Nicki removed Erik’s condom, his cum overflowing his dick from his wide tip all the way down to the base. Nicki strokes her hair back before using only her tongue to clean him up. This was routine, Erik didn’t need to remind her what to do. His dick was only covered in her greedy saliva now. Nicki picks up the condom, tipping it over in her mouth and squeezing the remnants of his cum out like a tube of toothpaste. Erik lightly chuckles, he loved how cum hungry Nicki is. 

“You taste so good...I could drink you,” Nicki stands before walking away with a dramatic switch of her hips to toss the condom in the trash. Erik sits up, his elbows resting on his kneecaps. He used his right hand to shake out his dreads. He was going to need to disinfect his couch. He could feel his sweat between his muscular ass cheeks. Grabbing his glass whiskey 

tumbler, Erik takes a sip of his Hennessy to quench his thirst. Nicki smiles while tipping her head down slightly. She loved the way Erik looked after sex, sweaty and undomesticated. Nicki makes herself comfortable on Erik’s couch, her knees to her chest and thighs wide open. Erik drew his lower lip between his teeth and furrowed his brows at her. 

“What?” She asked with genuine confusion. 

“You know it’s time for you to go, right?” Erik stated in a straightforward tone of voice, “I only let you spend the night that one time because it was 3 AM and I was too damn faded to take yo’ ass home.” 

“You’re such a Goddamn asshole. I just want my pussy ate again and I’ll be on my way,” Nicki spreads her pussy lips to reveal her pink center, “Candy coated and ready to be licked...don’t you wanna?”

“You know I like that sweet little pussy but I got a busy day tomorrow, ma. As tempting as that phat clit is...I gotta pass,” Erik settles back against his couch lazily.

“Not even a little lick?” Nicki begged.

“Not even a tiny taste, girl, next time though,” Erik closed his eyes and began to yawn. Nicki was staring all in his grill at his gold canines.��

“Fine. I have an interview tomorrow for this CNA certificate program so I need to rest anyway,” Nicki grabs her little stretchy black shorts from the floor, “When should I call you for some more dick, daddy?”

“I’ll hit you up,” Erik helps Nicki by lifting her bandeau over her small, round breasts, “the next few days I got a shipment of supplies coming in and I’m gonna be really busy. Don’t worry, I gotchu.”

“We’ll see,” Nicki fluffs out her hair before standing from the couch, “Are you gonna escort me to the door?” Nicki says with attitude. 

“Stop tripping,” Erik kisses his teeth, standing at his full height, grabbing a short Nicki around her waist before giving her a chaste kiss, “Why all that attitude? You know that shit don’t even mean nothing.” 

“Whatever, I’m mad at you,” Nicki jabbed her pointer finger lightly against Erik’s right dimple. She allowed Erik to walk her to the door with his arm still wrapped around her petite waist. Finally at his door, Erik opens it, shielding his nude body so nobody can see him. Nicki turned towards him, flipping him off before making her way to the elevators. She made a sour face at him one final time before jabbing the down arrow button. 

“Fix your pretty face,” Erik gives her a final air kiss, “I’ll hit you soon. Keep that pussy wet.”

Nicki couldn’t help but to blush at the last minute before the elevator doors closed. A wide smile was plastered to her face the whole ride down and butterflies were in her stomach. She felt like a teenager all over again, only this time she was getting dick. The elevator dinged and Nicki was back in the lobby, she walked along the tile flooring, passing all the paintings that lined the walls and the calming and soothing ambience of the blue and brown interior design. Nicki was just about to push open the commercial double glass doors when a woman with short chocolate ringlets dressed in a fitted, strapless, black maxi dress and black Birkenstocks with a cream Christian Louboutin tote bag in her left hand almost smacked her in the face with the door. 

“My fault, girl,” She spoke with an apologetic tone, “I left my damn glasses in the car...excuse my blindness.”

Nicki gives her a polite smile followed by a light laugh. Her smile faded when she noticed the woman’s red-rimmed mink brown eyes are glossy, “It’s cool, sis, from blind girl to blind girl, I get it,” Nicki noticed the look of confusion on her face so she pointed to her left eye, “Contacts.”

“Ah,” She smiles pleasantly, the warmth in it causing Nicki to smirk, “My mind is all over the place...pretty mules by the way,” The pretty cinnamon skinned woman complimented while walking away. 

“Thank you! I was just about to say the same about that bag on your arm,” Nicki admired it enviously.

“Thanks,” She stroked it, “My fault about the door, girl, have a good rest of your night.”

“Ain’t no thang, and you do the same,” Nicki gives her one final polite farewell before she turns to leave the lobby. 

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ONE PLUS ONE || 2 ||

✨Summary: Trials and tribulations of Vinnie and his gf

✨pairing: Vinnie Hacker x black!OC

✨genre: agnst, just a little bit tho, but it’s fluff at the end

✨word count: 1.6k

I really like this so I may make it into a little mini series.

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Rhey's heart dropped as she started at Vinnie with wide eyes. He only sighed and ran his hand through this curly hair. Those words that came out of his mouth put her in a bad position, and she didn't know how to react to it. She was scared.

Vinnie was her entire life and the thought of him leaving made her feel some type of way. Anytime she left the country or state to tour, he was always with her. He never missed one tour. It's hard to be away from your significant other for a certain amount of time if you were always around them before. It's like a fish without having water, she couldn't survive. With her being a huge star like Billie and Ariana Grande, it was hard to find a steady foundation in her life when Vinnie wasn't around her.

".....Are you gonna accept it?" She asked quietly after a moment of silence, fiddling with her fingers, something she did when she got sad or anxious. Vinnie shrugged his shoulders.

"If I accept the offer...I have to move. I'm gonna accept it. This is huge for me,"

Rhey's heart stopped, "Are you fucking kidding me Vincent? You weren't gonna take it up with me first?"

"Why would I? I can make decisions like this on my own!"

"Vinnie, I don't want to sound selfish, but your life is here, you can't just leave. I mean what does that mean for us if you end up leaving?" She asked, getting right to the point.

Vinnie knew she was right but it still hurt that she made it seem like she wasn't going to support him during his decision making.

"What do you mean I can't leave? Your my girlfriend not my mom, I expect you to at least be happy for me, but you can't even do that! I made sacrifices for you, do the same for me for once!" He argued, raising his voice in the process. 

"What sacrifices have you made for me other than the fact that you moved away from you and your friends old house which is 30 minutes away, to this fucking villa that WE BOTH picked out together! Please let me the fuck know!"

"All those times I've went on tour with you and I had everyone here with the United fucking States! That's one sacrifice! When you were sick so I had to cancel doing a video with James! That's two!"

"NOBODY TOLD YOU TO FUCKING COME WITH ME! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CANCEL AND YOU DID ANYWAY! THOSE WERE SACRIFICES YOU TOOK!" She screaming, pointing her acryliced index finger at him. He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.

"What's the point of us being together if you aren't gonna compromise. Addison sacrifices for Bryce all the time." He tried explaining, but all it did was make her even more confused.

"Please do not bring up that racist bitch in my household. I'm fine with all of your friends girlfriends EXCEPT her and Dixie and besides, she has the brain capacity of a fucking roach of course she's gonna compromise with him! You joined the Hype House and your mouth been getting real fucking reckless Vincent."

"Well...what are we gonna do then?" He asked quietly. He knew that if he left then it'd be over for him and his girlfriend and that's the last thing he wants but this was a huge thing for him.

Rhey closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. Everyone on her team knew how much she hated yelling, voice raising, or anything of that nature. It was in a rare occasion where she yelled or raised her voice angrily.

"I just want you to think about what you're doing. I don't have a home in Paris. Only LA, ATL, and NY. So how do you expect me to always come see you when my career still rapidly on go? How do you possibly expect this to work if you're gonna be living in Paris for the rest of your life—"

"Its not the rest of my life! God Rhey, even if it is the least you can do is be supportive!"

"Then HOW long is it? Do you know how Vogue deals work? Once you sign with the region, you can't permanently leave unless you visiting somewhere else. They need you at all times!"

Vinnie sighed, not knowing what to do. He loved Rhey immensely. She was the love of his life. They've been together for 8 years, and he didn't want all that to gown down the drain. No ever, but he was put between a rock and a hard place where he had to choose between his gf and being an actual model.

"I'm not trying to pry, I swear I'm not but I just want you to think about this. It seems like you really want to do it and if you do then that's fine. I will support you, if you don't then I will continue to support you. Doesn't matter to me, I just don't want you signing your entire life away halfway across the world away from your girlfriend and friends, but do what's best for you. Do whatever you want." She sighed, trying not to get emotional.

Before he could respond to what she said, she grabbed her phone and keys, and left the house in a hurry. He followed her outside and watched as she sped out of the driveway and down the street. Vinnie looked on life360 and saw that she was heading in the direction of the skate park that always went to when they wanted to talk and skate for hours.

He gets that relationships are never easy, and that it'll always be something that may or may not cause a break up. This situation just might make them or break them. He knew that being with your high school sweetheart after high school changes everything, but no one ever told him it was going to be this hard to the point where his heart aches and drops every time someone mentions them breaking up or even taking a break. There's a lot he can take, but to potentially not be with Rhey anymore was a sickening thought that he could erase from his brain.

"Ugh, Rhey why did you have to leave?" He mumbled to himself as he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his car keys. He got in the car and rode to the skate park, seeing her sitting under a tree. He was very surprised to see no paparazzi standing by taking photos and bombarding her.

Getting out the car, he grabbed two blunts and walked over to his girlfriend to sit down beside her. He gave her a blunt and lit it, then lit one for himself. She inhaled the smoke and blew it right back out after sucking it through her nose, dried tears on her face. Despite her high social status, he had never seen her so messed up over something like this.

"Do you wanna break up?" She asked, kind of catching him off guard. Vincent gave her a confused look

"What? God no! Baby you're the love of my life. I can't live without you! " He assured, pulling his girlfriend into his arms as he continued to smoke. It was almost 12 and it was completely dark outside.

"I can get you a deal out here. I've just gotta talk to the director and I can get you a 5 year contract. P-please don't leave me." She stated, her voice cracking at the end.

Vincent sighed, finishing off his blunt and throwing it away. He grabbed his girlfriend by both her cheeks with one hand to make her stare into his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head, making him show a small smile before smashing his lips into hers.

Once they pulled away, Rhey pulled out her phone to show Vinnie something. His eyes squinted at the screen and then widened once he saw what it was.

"You didn't..." He trailed off, his eyes clouded with tears. Rhey smiled through the tears running down her face and nodded her head.

Vinnie was looking at a photo on him on his skateboard, a photo she took of him. She used a picture of him as her album cover and he didn't know whether to cry or fuck her silly. He might end up doing both.

"That's what I wanted to show you when so got home. I finished the album, this may be my most personal album yet because each and every song is about you and our relationship. Guess what my last song is called." She laughed, waiting for him to respond. When he didn't have an answer, she showed him her track list and let him scroll all the way down. When she heard a small gasp, that's when she knew he had found it.

"Vinnie....the name of the song is vinnie."

Rhey smiled, but it didn't last long because Vinnie pushed her onto the ground with kisses, invading her personal space. He put more passion into the kiss as he rubbed her sides in a soothing way before reaching under her shirt to grab both her boobs, making her gasp, letting him indulge deeper into her mouth. He finally pulled away, giving her air to breathe, only to trail kisses down her neck and collar bone, sucking and kicking every crevice that she was sensitive to, not caring that anyone could come behind the large tree and see them.

He attempted to pull one of her boobs out but she quickly stopped him, not wanting to live life on the edge TOO MUCH.

"How about we finish this at home yeah?"

"Fuck yes! Let's go!"