#cause I aint gon live that long

[the-silver-chronicles]

5 Songs and 3 Outfits

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RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Gathered Silva Omar, Kamski Neon and Ernesto Stallone for this one. Read under the cut:

SILVA OMAR (FAR CRY 5)

Dream -Bishop Briggs

"I wanna break down where your heart gets So torn it's almost breaking mine I wanna lay here, lost and bitter So long, I feel like I could die I wanna tell you what my truth is But it's buried down inside."

Last One Standing - Skylar Grey ft. Polo G, Mozzy, & Eminem

"Now you see me standing in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now I'm the last one standing."

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

"I could lift you up I could show you what you wanna see Take you where you wanna be You could be my luck Even if the sky is fallin' down I know that we'll be safe and sound."

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

"I just wanna know what you're dreaming of When you sleep and smile so comfortable I just wish that I could give you that That love that's perfectly unsad Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June Heat waves been fakin' me out Heat waves been fakin' me out."

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra

"Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over But had me believing it was always something that I'd done But I don't wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said you could let it go And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know."

Note: The women in the images below are not Silva's faceclaim and I unfortunately could not remove them. I had done my best at removing their features but if you notice a difference between the women and Silva's faceclaim, please ignore it and focus on the clothing instead. Thank you for your understanding.

Below is Silva's dress which she pretty much only wears at home, a longer version of the deputy uniform, and her casual clothing (plus that of which she wears during the Reaping). Yeah, she doesn't like to show off a lot of skin.

Another note: These are not the right colors.

KAMSKI NEON (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Enemy - Imagine Dragons ft. J.I.D

"Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy Look out for yourself!"

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

"Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do whatever it takes 'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains Whatever it takes You take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes."

Some Nights - Fun.

"Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh."

All The Stars - Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA

"Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation aint nothing new to me You could bring a bullet Bring a sword Bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises All in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsing? Motherfucker I don't even like you Corrupted mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealing with."

Spirits - The Strumbellas

"I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh."

Kamski's clothing mostly consists of a worn doctors uniform, however he does use a pedestrian disguise with a mask if he's going to do something illegal or a regular casual clothing (in the habit of dressing up for winter and refuses to break habit even in the worst of Summer) when going to do legal groceries.

ERNESTO STALLONE (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Bad Feeling - Jagwar Twin

"They say! Everything's perfect here And the sun is shining Hey! Hey! Everything's perfect here There's nobody crying Oompa loompa doompety do I got a bad feeling about you Oompa loompa I don't know, dude I got a bad feeling about you."

Hot Girl Bummer (slowed + reverb) - blackbear

"Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too. I'm through, I'm through, I'm through."

I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

"They didn't know it when they turned me loose I shot the sheriff and I slipped the noose The law ain't never been a friend of mine I'd kill again to keep from doing time You should never ever trust my kind I'm a wanted man I got blood on my hands Do you understand? I'm a wanted man."

Bad - Royale Deluxe

"I'm bad As bad can be So bad That it's hard to believe Oh what they say about me I'm bad, I'm bad As bad can be I'm bad Take a look and see So bad That it's hard to believe I don't care what they say about me."

Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz

"I'll take another hit to the backbone I'm picking up the heat Like an atom bomb No time on the clock It's a bloodshot 3, 2, 1 You got me bloodshot Maybe I'm a good guy Standing on the wrong side Maybe I'm a sweetheart Trying to make my own scars Don't know what it looks like Just know what it feels like Scared to let it outside Scared of what I just might find."

Stallone doesn't have that much change in clothing besides two changes in his dark blue Courser Guard/gunslinger uniform and his disguised Chosen clothing (for when he infiltrates Eden's Gate).

[erenscxmbxddy]

what the hell are we.

sukana x black reader pt2

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Last thing he said to me was i gotta earn his heart. That's sum bullshit. I dont even care no more, Dick wasnt even that good. He fucked me and left me, like some whore, I can'g believe that shit. But it's been 3 months already. I decided to date a man by the name of Muja Akutski. He's my everything for real, buh he be playing with my feelings and ofc niggas ain' shit gurl so i shit you not, Dick ain' good at 'll. I can't stand that shit.

" Yo, y/n, bring yo ass up in here." He called out from the living room, my living room btw. " Whats up baby?" He stared at me for too long, and i could tell he's pissed off, and i was confused of why, as usual. " Why u ain' clean tha kitchen." I was quick " Cause i ain mess it up muja, the fuc', Don't bring yo goofy ass ova here, of u gon fuck my house up, u gotta clean shit up." Slap!!

i looked up teary eyed, As usual, i get hit by him, But i cant leave him, i leave imma want sukana dick again, i can't get ova it, as much as i want to. But back to the problem.

" Muja what the fuck? ." He looked at me crazy, " Crazy ass bitch ain' gon b talkin crazy to me when i fuck yo pussy righ." I rolled my eyes and replied quickier than a rat eating a crumb " Yo dick lame anyways boy, Get the fuck out my house muja."

" No bitch." i know how to get his ass though y'all. " I'm calling Yujji and gojo if you dont get out." He had a bit of fear in him but then he's seen as bold for a minute, " Call them bitchass niggas ova y/n, I dont give a fuck."

i pull out my phone nd dial they number. Burrrrr......burrrr, Burrrrr..."uh hello"

" toru' , this nigga keep hitting me and calling me names, please come over and beat his ass toru". he looked upset in the phone but he rains hell on me the next minute, " y/n, i'm sorry, me and yujji are on a mission, and i'm showing him stuff out here in yokohama, Call ryomen."

thats no.

" Its fine toru, i'll hand-." Yujji pops up and he says " Y/n if u dont call ryomen i will, I'm not letting this gremlin touch u nm! Call him y/n."

" Muja leave.". I already know what he's gonna say. " Why should i leave im not scared of a punk ass nigga, Bring ryomen, Such an ugly ass name, Tell him i whoop yo ass."

burrrr....burrrr.....burrrrr.....

" wsp mamas?"

i hate when he does that. " Sukana, can u come to my dorm." i turn away from muja and cover my mouth to the phone, " I am being hit by muja again-." Muja starts breaking stuff in my room and house in general. " Yeah im on the way."

Muja finally decided to throw a vase ag my head, " ja, Stop this shit please, sukana gonna handle yo shit, Act like u have sense or you gon die, Stop breaking my shit!!!!!!!! I work hard for all of this." he goes breserk, " What to fuck gojo for the fucking money to but u all of this? Ur a dirty ass hoe, U bitch, U AINT NUN BUT I USED UP SEX TOY TO ME ANYWAYS, I AINT NEVER SEEN SOMEONE SO EASY-."

we hear a laugh from the front door and see sukana already invited himself in " your sex toy is funny. i suggest u leave right now.".

Muja raises his hand to me, " U fucking bit-." i hear a slice. and i see muja head fall to the ground. but he still capable of breathing and talking. " U wanna talk about sex toy and shit, I rmb last time y/n called me a lil boy, well u have one right here mamas..". " lets give him sum rq."

We were already in my room, when ryo start touchin on me, " Sukana stop ! You left me last time and now u wanna put ur dick inside of me again? Nigga your crazy as fuck, Get out.!"

" Mama i aint leave u."

"thats exactly what u did."

" lemme make it up.".

In no time, Im faced down, Ass up, In front of the living room mirror with sukana fucking my brains out again. " 'kuna...mghn, can't take more, sensitive.". "nu uh baby, we gotta let this broke trick see how good i can fuck you, show u how yo real man fuck u other than a little side shit.".

His head infact is set up prettily on the nightstand next to the couch, stilk alive watching this unfold with tape on his mouth. Im clenching around his dick, about to cum, but i know better, he tells me when to cum, i dont call the shots.

" dont know why u left this bitch in my pussy anyway y/n, yk i'm the only to hit this shi, so i need you to count after each lash upon ur ass mama, and count."

SLAP !

" ah ryo."

"count"

"Mghn ahh! one."

As he keep putting lashes across my ass while fucking me senselessly, my pussy is clencing around him so good, i start feeling him tighten up and his rhythm gets sloppy.

" kuna can i cum."

" nu uh, come ride this dick for me baby."

he slides out and sits on the couch, sukana puts his hands on my waist and turns me around, I have my knees on the couch, and i'm still facing the mirror, as i lower myself down, my pussy is still senstive, so i try not to sit completely but sukana pulls me down. " baby, dont fuck with me, dont run from the dick baby, sit the fuck on the dick and take it, U took fuck bitches dick well, whats wrong with mines, bouce on this shit."

i start crying for real now, i feel everything.

" s'kuna please, Please i cant, 's too much."

" u can baby, ur strong, strong enough to shut up, and fucking bounce."

as im bouncing, moaning and crying and whining. I feel it, fucking.

" kuna kuna kunakunakunakuna AH MNGH AH OMG."

squirt all over his dick, the mosy lewd noises start, when i go back to boucing, sobs, moans. i hear sukana groan in my ear, and he praises me, he pulls me back while i ride, pinching my tities while fingering my clit, he keeps fucking my pussy.

" f-fuck, y/n, g'na make u a mama, tired of playin'"

muja starts losing his shit but sukana didnt care, He nutted in me, still going.

" gonna look so pretty with my baby y/n."

muja lifeless head now rolls, and stops in front.

" are u staying this time kuna."

" yeah, i'll stay with u."

[materialgworlas]

Hey Siri how long has it been Sense

Materialgworlas posted

Siri: playing material girls by saucy Santana on Apple Music

Me:pauses music

You get what I’m try to say tho bestie YOU HAVENT GAVE US ANY SAUCE WERES THE SAUCE Please hook a sister up post POST PLEASE

Visitors From The Future- Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Synopsis: M kinda loving the whole Y/n gojo roommate canon so imam stick w it for now. SO imagine like u n gojo be arguing again, over sumn domestic like the nasty mf leavin skid marks or smthg😭 AND THENNN yall interrupted by sm1 at the door and its future nanami n yo future kids w gojo (Cuz of some mission into da future that takes place in da past… uh… YK WHAT FUCK THE LOGISTICS MAN JUST ALLOW IT). And gojo be smug as hell cuz he already got a lil crush on u so knowing yall get busy in da future is a major confidence boost.

GOJO AF

And like u in denial cuz u been resisting the urge to jump in this blind mice ahh mf’s bones for AGES

YO MANS😫😫

 anddddd u kinda feeling geto rn but yo kids r cute so u aint really complaining. And it’s just future nanami tired as hell cuz yo kids got gojo’s energeticness and ur stubbornness so they can’t be reasoned w😍

pov its bedtime🥰

JORDANA BBG HERE U GOOOOO😁 IM EXPECTING MY COMMISION IN DMS👹👹(yk what im talkin ab)

warning: uh da n-word? sm foul language, the readers black, gojo be simpin then foul at the end, poor suguru just wanted nyash, nanami deserves better than designated nanny AHAH GET IT NANANNY-MI REHEHEHE IM SO FUNNY-

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“I SWEAR TO GOD IMMA MURDER THIS FOOL!”

“Eughhhhh it’s not even that bad-“

“WDYM NOT THAT BAD MAN U SHAT UP THE WHOLE KITCHEN!!”

“Mf actin like its on the walls”

“…”

“What-“

“WHO THE FUCKKKK DO U THINK CLEANS THE DAMN APARTMENT GOJO!”

“Gojo?? I thought we were at that ‘Satoru’ level-“

“NIGGA STFU! Yo crusty ahh been fucking up my damn kitchen for WAY too long! Clean yo shit mf, last I checked slavery was over!”

“This is why we should get a maid.”

“WITH WHAT FUNDS!??!?! WE BROKE STUDENTS!”

“phhfft speak for yourself, im loaded.”

“Correction, was loaded. Until yo parents got tired of funding ur dookie lifestyle n cut you off.”

“…”

“reheh, gotcha nigga.”

“Ughhhhh I hate this.”

“Oh and u think I like wasting my breath?? Mf just clean the damn mess you made so ion have to yell.”

 “yeah, u only be yelling for Suguru these days...”

“NIGGA WHAT??”

“…” “U WANNA SAY THAT TO MY FACE U POMPOUS  CANT DO SHIT LIMP DICCK BEADY EYED FREAKK WITH YO WHITE HAIR GOT U LOOKING LIKE AN OLD ASS  EGG HEADED SLENDER MAN! CLEAN YO MAN MESS OR FUCKING LEAVE!” you practically roared, heavily breathing whilst a shocked Gojo stared at your angered form

Great, now you’ve done it

“yk what fuck this shit, I’m heading out.” you huffed before storming off to your room to get changed

You always take things too far, don’t you satoru. And the worst part is I only made that mess cause I was tryna make that weird dish Y/n loves, but I fucked it up n got embarrassed. God I gotta let go of this petty crush, I mean- shes literally hooking up with my best friend, by definition that should make Y/n off limits. But I just… She just so smart n funny n GAHD DAYM THAT ASS PHATT- but all I manage to do is piss her off. EUGH curse these damn feelings! Maybe ill call hoe#2 later to de-stress, she doesn’t mind when I say the wrong name at least-

“You gon get the door or not!?”

Your yell from the other room had broken through Gojo’s thoughts, now aware of the ringing the 6’3 man lumbered to the door

“Oh yeh nanamin-“

“DADDY!”

Gojo’s greeting had been cut off by the shrill of the two young children that clung to Nanami’s frame, eagerly reaching out to touch him. “May we come inside.” The weary blond spoke, waiting patiently for his ‘friend’ to move aside allowing him to enter, the two infants in tow.

“who was at the door-“you padded into the living room, dressed much nicer than before, stopping short seeing your best friend, Nanami, and the two children in his arms. “Mini, who’s black babies are these” you chortled

“MAMA!” The children wailed, squirming hard enough to break free from Nanami’s hold and rush to you.

“The fu-“

“Y/N! no cussing in front of the kids!” Gojo hissed, you rolled your eyes but relented. Turing your attention to the children clinging to your legs

“these babies kidna cute.” You muttered

“I KNOW RIGHT!!” Gojo cooed, tickling the younger girl who let out a happy squeal

“I should hope you find your own children cute.” Nanami said, in his matter of fact tone, as if he aint dropped a phatt ass spoiler in yo lives.

“My own children- huh?”

“Yes, myself, Kasumi and Saku are from the future. They are your children.” Mf dropping bomb after bomb without a second thought THAT’S how tired he is.

OUR WHAT? KIDS? U MEAN I- SHITTT, I have so many questions! When do we get together? Are we still together?? Do we get married?? Wait he said from the future- just how far into the future we talking??? How long I gotta wait to dick Y/n down n make my Gojo army... Saku’s got Y/ns smile and Kasumi got her… well everything. Damn I really lucked out-

So many thoughts in Gojo’s head. Yet all he could muster was,

“Huh… come to think of it you do look a lil older to how I remember.” Trying to keep his composure whilst he did internal backflips

Our kids? You mean me and this dusty- who am I kidding GORGEOUS idiot fuck?? AND I POP OUT TWO OF HIS EGG HEADED BABIES?? I mean, when?? Where?? why?? I mean sure the niggas fine but uh me n Geto kinda… well its complicated. But DAMN if these babies aren’t the cutest lil shit I ever seen. Saku’s got Gojos big ahh blue bug eyes but he makes em work w his brown skin n adorable lil afro… he can’t be more than 6 I’d say. AND OH MY LIFE KASUMI IS ADORABLE EHEHEH, she gets her cuteness from her mama let’s not lie but her beautiful curled her got white locks that fit her so well. Ehehe yk what, I’m not mad.

“Mama, no angy?” Kasumi babbled

“Huh- why would I be angry??”

“C-cause we twied to make (insert favourite food🥰) n-nd made biggggggggggg mess.” Saku said, peering at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Dadda’s dia!” Kasumi pointed to Gojo who picked up the happy girl

“Dadda’s what?” he hummed

“SUMI’S RIGHT W-WE ONLY DID IT CAUSE-BECAUSE DADDY SAID YOU’D LIKE IT!”

Gojo rn:🧍🏾‍♀️

“You were tryna make (favourite food)? N made a big mess…” now u aint the brightess when it comes to this shit but even you could connect the dots.

Now the famous Satoru Gojo, strongest sorcerer, was shying away from the knowing look you gave him. his cheeks dusted with an embarrassing amount of pink as he used Kasumi’s chubby body to shield himself.

YOU AF

Your cute lil moment was cut short by Nanami’s haggard snores, the poor man was sprawled on your couch. If it weren’t for his aggressive ass noises, you’d think the mf was dead😭

“Um- er, well they can’t exactly leave until Nanami’s awake…” Gojo started

“True, and it’d be cruel to wake him… he looks so tired.”

“…I guess we’ll have to look after the kids until he wakes up🥳🥳🥳. Oh well, HEY- who wants to teleport to Uncle Suguru n tell him the good news!!”

“Gojo you’re foul-“

“MEEEE!” Saku and Kasumi yelled in unison

“ALRIGHT LETS GO!😁”

GETO WHILE GOJO BE PARADING HIS HAPPY LIL FAMILY ON HIS LAWN

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ik its been a hot minute yall but dw ur warrior @jordanahart been on my ass everyday to post dis 😔✊🏾 1 man army fr

[drac2014]

first wanna get a real bag of percocets pour em on a table spread em out see what u working with this probably aint for u if u aint never seen or heard of it you gon get a couple hiccups long live heather shes a murder kit okay once u get the pills you need fentanyl its okay if ur running low on pills we finna stretch em all this the play gather up all of the pills we finna crush em all if ur greedy u could triple cut the pills like me i need it all let me guess you forgot to buy the pill presser grab a piece to go punch it off amazon cause the shipping is better grab a good one unless you dont care to make a new heather im trying to tear a happy family down we could kill em together wear gloves you gotta make sure you keeping it clean grab the percocets and fentanyl put it in the machine press the pill down and stamp the m get it right for the fiends when you finish that go to the hood but dont start a big scene make sure that ur dressed up like a bum so you fit in the hood once you get clientele start paying fiends to make sure that its good tell them be a lookout because the police be all in the hood give a couple of samples out for free they come back when its good but they cant come back when they dead i got a strange addiction i get really excited when they dead i dont know where i would be at if i wasnt selling meds never mind id probably be somewhere scamming laying in bed

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

life's been okay. nothing special. days just keep on going. ive had a job for bout 2 weeks. ig thats not really an achievement tbh.

before this, that work from home place i was barely working, prolly 5-10 hours a week. and i'd slither out of those where possible anyway. this one week i worked a whopping 2 hours within 2 weeks. I was planning on killing myself and occasionally tried to all throughout having those jobs so i wasn't really worried about the consequences

before that the only other in person job i had was for my ex best friend. she worked there so i applied and got a job o work with her. only for her to quit 2 weeks after i got in whiich lead me to quit prolly a week n a half later cause i finally got fed up with the manager.

so now, even tho it ain't the longest ive held down a place, its the first that i really cared to put in effort to hold a job.

im semi celebrating but im honestly miserable. my feet hurt so fucking bad so it literally doesnt matter how good my hours are i never want to leave my bed. the people up there are so cliquey and on my 2nd day out of training one of my coworkers went off on me for going too slow and "not putting in my part". theyre starting to give me longer and longer shifts. i went from working 3-4 8 hour shifts per week to working 3 doubles just like that. they sooo generously give an hour and a half break in between the 6:30-3 and 4:30-8 shift but.. who in their right mind is even leaving atp? i live too far for that. i'd be home for at most an hour. waste of gas.

and to me what's worse, this whole situation is exactly what i've been avoiding. i knew it'd come down to this someday. but what alternative do i have?

HA. you know as a kid, i never understood addiction. I never thought I'd have to deal with it. By the time I was 8 I knew I'd kill myself someday. if i ever felt bad, that'd be what i'd do. no need to force myself to do something i didnt really wanna do. but now it seems so easy. i don't know what i wanna do from here. i hate my job. i hate my home life. i dont like to talk to my friends anymore. im bored of games. im bored of music. bored of tv.

whisking the days away doing what i have to would be a lot easier if i didnt have to be fully present for all of this. just something to pass the time until i have a better handle on what's the next move. right now, the only thing i can do is save up money. i have shit to pay off if i wanna keep a good credit score and i have things i need to buy. what's me hating every second gonna change?

though i know it's a slippery slope. abusing shit aint gon work out as smooth as I wish it would. I'll get addicted and then I'll get used to feeling that way so it'll take more for me not to get annoyed. then it'll turn back to me immediately running back to it for every minor situation. and honestly with the job i got i'd just have to hope i would be able to push through it without it being noticeable

i'm not happy i stopped. i feel like had i still been on dph i would've known for a fact how to make myself look normal. i could be gone out my mind but long as i get the shit right i could just daze through the days. but ya know. now. i ratted myself out

and now im stuck.

nothing more for me to do. nothing else i could be doing. nothing else i should be worried about other than making money

I never understood why adults always told me i'd miss being a kid since i was always struggling so bad. all they ever said is that my problems then were gonna feel like nothing once i was an adult. but they were wrong. i guess for now. but all i wish now is that i used all that freetime back when nooo one woulda suspected anything if i was away for a lil while. back when i wasnt ful grown and it'd prolly take a whooole lot less to finish the job

but here we are. forced to keep going and doing what i can to suppress what i really wanna do

ah speaking of which... i got pissed the other day and i tossed one of my drawers and broke it. then broke my bottle for my vitamins by throwing it to the ground. then i accidentally knocked over this container of beads and instead of just sweeping it back into the thing and reducing the mess, i just kicked it as hard as i could and tore the container apart. there's still beads everywhere

that is something i can't force myself to contain anymore. everything else i've been dealing with fine but when im pissed im pissed. i gotta get that under control too

[theuniverseawakens347]

Photos down of cashay…

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID …

Why you all not being adults and having conversations with YOUR ABUSERS… ( cardi b has a point there offset culture Hennessy… ur using me when idc not in a malice way but I have MY OWN ISH TO FIGURE OUT, Tristan pops, Malik being difficult in getting me home “we’re trying to surprise you” …. I HATE SURPRISES BEEN SAID THAT LOUD N CLEAR VOCALLY AND WRITTEN ON MY BLOG… ur not helping me. IT DOESNT FEEL THAT WAY … face to face convo or pay my phone bill to text me… PAULA LEE RONNIE … why’s it on the kids and not the adults??? Ddg thoughts ) …

You see what I can do ( who it’s entertainment let’s miss use it… that’s why celebrities scandal and personality tv entertainment platforms are garbage and brain washing the youth… suhki gon agreee .. yara wtf you doing behind the scenes I’m so tired of you as a person… black ish grownish not getting views like cardi and meg converts… I’m talking bout their campaign mostly )

Laps same bullshit you did with Darniece minus the violence. NO ONE SAID I WAS GOING TO THE PSYCHWARD Oct 9 … you detained me station 7 … called Howard nugent BUT TIMOTHY PELKO … didn’t tell me where I was going when I got on the stretcher BUT THE AMBULANCE DID … and you want me to trust you right now urban Alcott and Lapd… in you getting me home …

Me n front of Askari house you said go home “you want me in the PSYCHWARD” - you said no I want you to go home … IM HOMELESS .. I live in my fucking car … well let’s get her homeless resources SO I CAN BE AN INFORMANT FOR FUCKED UP CENTERES THAT SNEAK DISSED DARNIECE OR OTHER PPL LOOKING FOR HELP THAT MY ABUSERS “own” and got SHIT WORKERS WORKING THERE … Lee Colleen NICK OF ASKARI PAULA BENNING. KIMBERLY TAYLOR (RAYVIN )…

I COULD HAVE DONE INFORMANT WORK FROM A LEGIT HOUSE WITH MY PPL IM SUPPOSE TO BE AROUNF TAB …. BUT YOU WANA USE ME TO GET BACK AT EACH OTHER PLUS … CONFUSE ME TO SURPRISE ME WHILE GETTING THE PPL TO LIKE ME … free slavery …

YA DIDNT TALK YA PLANS TOGERHER …

You just said oh my part done at this date then we go into tackling this til here … oh cashay surpassing our time frame let’s add bullshit ( someone w the intent can we make her look stupid… and it’s backfiring on you and putting us in circles to double trouble check things…. But you still not face to face talking with me “we want it perfect when you get home don’t have to stress” … kids doing test and homework… teacher corrects it it’s not perfect always it’s to see what you retained .. then we go over it as a class… I’m a teacher yes or not? Scarlet witch can’t throw a fire ball ( AS PROTECTION PAULA AND MITCHELL CANDANCE DUMMIES HOES )… but entrantress Harley joker quin SHOWING YOU EVEN WITHOUT I AM STILL EVERYTHING IN THIS MORTAL FUCKING SKIN )

SO WHO HATES CASHAY TANEISHA WALLACE … dropping the god and universe bits??

WHO HATES MY FACE BODY N “back talk” ?

WHO LAPD HATED DARNIECE OR THE ROCK??

CAUSE SOMEONE ON THE TEAM LYING.

And you purposely not sending MY safe zones.

THE PPL KNOW IM NOT A THREAT “ she’s a bomb don’t touch or go near” .. THATS WHY HOWARD DROPPED OF SERVING PAPERS 2 birds one stone … shud have been three GETTING ME A HOTEL SHORT HOUSING TIL YOUR DUE DATE TO GET ME HOME .. WTF is this fucking car!?? IT WAS MEANT FOR DRIVING NOT SLEEPING LONG TERM “ ur not going to be homeless for a year” YOU LYING SAC OF ASS… THATS THE INTENTION SO ITS HAPPENING …

YOU LEGIT FUCKING HATE ME.

Bc why you got ALL MY MONIES TIED UP IN UR FUCKING NAME AND HOUSES AND BUSINESSES … ya want me rob a bank??? “Just say ur name it’s free..” ur trying to get me arrested like you did tab and taken… “safe place” BUT HE IN REHAB FOR WHY AND IM HOMELESS AND YAL SAYING I GOT A HOUSE N HE IN A NEW HOME …

WE NOT WHERE WE WANT OR SHUD BE … tf and you cunts know that. Get over the fucking cussing like I got over you fucking up MY ENTIRE FAMILY LIFE AND MY REPUTATION YOU SHOWING ME TWO THE WORLD STUPIDLY. A CAMPAING YOU AINT TALK TO ME ABOUT AND CLEARLY WENT OFF SCRIPT FROM THATS WHY MY FAMILY TOOK BULLETS .. AND YOU JUST … super hero’s vs humans vs y x b z … ya tryna tell the public LAPD THE ONLY SAVIORS .. LEE GARLINGTON TEAM STILL THINK THEY HAVE CONTROL … whomever the lees are in ur group chats … NEXT TIME ( won’t be keke) USE UR OWN FUCKING NAMES AND FACES TO TELL PPL UR FUCKING FEELINGS. “I’m trying surprise cashay” … ur annoying me. To surprise the ppl you mis using me.

[bluddymonster]

#FLOWKAGE

https://on.soundcloud.com/WCA4GhLTtfLd6UWM9

im here to colonize the minds of the youth that you've misled

the hat read put together am i right or am i left?

this visual demonstration

point fingers at your presentation

in a pedophilic nation

conquered by vile rapist

its a waste of back & forth

but if your hurt stay the course

you gon pay for that though

like your kids in that divorce

yes im fuckin ruthless

i'll leave this black dragon toothless

have his jaw wired shut

& unable to drink juices

go ahead call it boring and say that your snoring

them 3rd grade raps more corny than im horny

even with the one flow cant deny that im scoring

im the black cat when it come to writing stories

and these expository

stop them narratives

you got a shout from rory

that's funny not discouragin

i appreciate your courage

but you speaking about surface shit

god bless the child who has to learn shit the hardway

if u thought i would quit your in for some long days

i illicit these responses cause i spew truth like kanye

rough around the edges but never acting in a broadway

hoppin on a live speakin in such a broad sense

my heart been set since before your lil brother got hit

destiny's amusing my favorite type of entertainment

and at my GOAT arraignment we will laugh at your hatred

they dont like us

specially when you might just

mic up

& blasphemize their life till they lifeless

i'll keep it honest wit ya boy

i hate you fuckin oldheads

complaining bout the truth

though it was asked by muhammad

& i know it aint my fault

we can open the vault

go line for line

you'll get your legacy disolved

when the best of me's involved

the lesser me gets lost

that veteran minimum

just aint cutting it lil dawwww

you must be injury prone

cause the history shows

them epiphanies u had

aint changed shit at all

yall told us that this rap shit was established for the sellouts

now i echoed that statement and you wanna let a yellout ?

fuck that shit ima lay you to bed now

tuck you in nice with a pamper and some meds now

your 50 right?

how was that rectal examination?

i hope your health is amazing

but after this ass whooping

they gon have to double check ya anus

fix ya lips to diss me

yo bitch ass gon need dentures

i'll go ten for ten

you'll be the end of my adventure

the fans soul's famished

they miss when rappers were clever

you spit a fat joke

and now you falling flat forever

whats your opinion on that diddy shit?

rather hear that than these opinions bitch

put the game on me boy you know that i been killin shit

the weight on my shoulders makes me perform better bitch

call me what you want

but you cant call me a phony

thru all my worst days

i wouldn't ever look below me

to beef with anyone i dont feel is worthy

on an ig live or an ig story

the truth hurt dont it

the shoe fits dont it

i make ya mood switch

then leave you feeling broken

5 types of rappers

that we see in the game

a few worth the listens

some aint worth the plays

some tryna be lyrical

confusing syllables for message

others spit spiritual

miracles in their sentences

some sell their soul

then be rappin with a vengeance

rape the culture

then get supported by the veterans

music isnt owned

by the artist thats a fact

cant even get paid

more than a cent for your rap

but you screamin out cap

lemme spit more facts

the fact is you well respected at your craft

u respect the truth

and u appreciate the math

if they give you a percentage of a cent for a stream

that smells really similar to slavery to me

ill say this gently

since you misinterpreting heavily

if the shoe fits wear it

your medley speaks to the spirit

and you say the same thing

you gahdamn midget

what the fuck is music worth?

if we dont make no money?

that is the approach

of all these rappers who be dummies

if that shit was for you

i woulda left you a clue

you a black starr baby

i heard all your tunes

them shits inspiring

and i think the worlds spiraling

are you in a bind ?

is that why your viraling?

chasing clips consciously

i think its comedy

i'll destroy your whole colony

with my lyrical sodomy

im stomping on your playground

pushing the bullies to the ground

fuck your gatekeeping

this is my slide now

cause yall didnt back joey and he was badass

yall didnt back bishy even doom saw his talent

yall didnt back the zombies you treated em like trash bags

whole city of underachievers where the raps at?

pass the baton

or get stomped in front of your mom

and yes im spittin it calm

cause the truth in these psalms

it seem that beast coast flame

is really dying out

ice spice the hottest out

& everyline that leaves her mouth

is poop fart shit,

dont pout

their was also 6 9

and yall let that one rock

everybody on the block

was screaming the lyrics of a cop

you from a clown ass city

with rats big as birds

you can say that its gritty

its just dirty you heard

fix ya mouth to diss me

you gon end up with some dentures

on this lil adventure

ill probe you on whatever

fantastic souls famished

fishing for sumn clever

he spat a fat joke

then end up fallin flat forever

flat like the monitor

when somebody passes

the old game

was sold for the bettering of masses

anger seeping thru your pores

anytime you grab pen

tryna fix your head

to discuss everything i've said

the messenger may die

but the truth has been said

rather that then the lie's told

like rap hasn't been sold to its end

if you take the truth to heart

maybe its cause the shoe fits

but i'd never defend something

that i thought wasn't legit

rather bite my tongue

& keep the air in my lungs

then waste my time on lines of lie's

from someone white as a dove

i try to stay congruent

to the part of me that loves you

all the portions of my hate

have been healed by these tussle's

im not no russel simmons

but my meditation is in rhythm's

singing lavish hymms

about tryna change the system

polution of the mind

they want the tea like lipton

but i make the world tremble

with the truth when im spitting

anytime i utter words

their on the edge of their chairs

[aprincesslonging4luv]

COLD SHOULDER - night Lovell

yeah, yeah

oh, no no no no no no no! no, no, no!

I don't want to live this life.

I don't want to live this life.

still I can't never fuckin cry

i'ma suppress this shit till I die

til I die.

yeah.

and it's fuck 'em, fuck 'em

n***** fuck 'em

nobody care about your struggles, all you pussy n***** rot in hell!

with all the people that you know so fuckin well!

n*****, fuck 'em all

so many bitches I can't fuck 'em all

so many things to do but ive done 'em all

I used to like you now I want to watch you fall

I think that I've had enough

leave them n***** in my dust

is it love or is it lust?

seems like myself, I cannot even trust.

she looks like she could be the one

but one is never really fun

I know its fucked up this aint me

I guess its just what ive become

check it out,

I know I was born to be free.

this image I created makes me wonder if the people 'round me even like me.

the damage I done caused to all my love ones, I just want to send a sincere apology.

as long as whatever happens, you gon' take me back.

as long as whatever people say, you know the facts.

as long as you guys never turn your fuckin' back on me.

on me.

because as emotionless as I may seem, you know I have them inside me

it numbs the pain when she tells me, baby I like you inside me

I think because the way I act so innocent is why they fantasize me,

they fantasize me.

I cancelled all my plans tonight, why don't you come on over?

the image that I see is October

leaves fallin' off the trees,

soon as you come inside the fuckin' crib, bend you over

plot twist, I don't even know her

this the first time we met, should we take it slower?

thought I'd leave this bullshit in the past, I'm gettin' older.

know I said im sorry but im turning' a cold shoulder

fuck everybody claimin' that they love me, you don't fuckin love me!

you just love the motherfuckin things I bring over!

over and over and over, I cry for help,

but they just never show up.

hey lil man its me,

I know ive changed but I promise its gon' be okay

just trust me lil n*****, you gon' always lead the way

just follow the path I paved

I hope you're fuckin' happy.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Liddle birdie told me it’s someone’s birthday today?

WHO IS OUT THERE SPREADIN MY INFO HMM?? IM GETTING OLD. 

thank you so much anon!!! I still have an hour of my time before its officially my bday, but im pretty much behind all the other time zones! all my moots are time travellers out here :p

thank you so so much! love you all so much - my god im gonna get mushy 

[luvxdxst]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

u and fez was jus kickin it back on the coach, well, he was layin on top of your legs and acted as if he was a blanket for u. typical fez. the two of u were enjoying a new documentary that was recently published on netflix. both him and u adored watching the life of young baby animals. to be real wit u, u never took him for such a soft guy based upon how he presented himself before yall started dating, but thats another story. the two of u planned to spend the rest of ur sunday afternoon, just like this until it was either dinner time, or ash woke up from his much deserved, and long ass nap. that was until a sudden ping erupted from his cellphone.

“want me to check who it is?” u looked down at ur lap to face the red head beneath u.

“nah nah, i got it” he rose up from ur thighs and reached over you to the side table on ur side of the coach.

u shifted back into the arm of the sofa as he looked down at his phone screen.

“betta not be one of yo side bitches” u jokingly whispered under ur breath, but loud enough for him to hear. u loved to tease fez, even though u knew he was the most loyal, and trustworthy guy u’ve ever met.

“and what if it is?” his eyes shift from his phone screen to up ur face w a faint grin on his lips.

“nigga, i’d fuckin kill u. lemme see” u reach out to grab his phone, which u successfully did, surprisingly.

“u wanna tell me who faye is?” u shove his phone in his face for him to see the messages that read:

custer

yo fez

da cops bouta get involved

n shits bouta go down

can faye stay w

yall for a few?

just til shit cools down yk?

yea man

wtv

ight thanks man

she on her way in a cab rn

“so?? who the fuck is she fez?” u shake the phone in front of his face, eargaly waiting for him to tell u why she was gonna be stayin here, and who the fuck she was.

he just sat there wide eye, staring back into ur brown eyes as he tried to find a way to respond.

“shit…” he rubbed his hand at the back of his nearly bald head.

“she custers girl, so she aint nun to worry bout ma.”

he tried to lighten the mood by reassuring u, but that just made u more frustrated.

fezco knew that u would be upset about another girl living up in yalls house, but he jus didnt know how to bring it up since u were in such a good mood, and he didnt wanna ruin that moment u guys shared bonding watching that documentary.

“fuck u mean ‘she aint nun to worry bout’ shes another girl whos apparently gon be livin under this roof.”

“shit, if i’d known u’d be dis upset, i woulda straight up told custer n-“

fez was cut off by u stating ur piece of mind, and boy he was in for a treat.

“yeah but u didnt. u didnt even bother lettin me kno that this chick would be comin up in our house any minute fez. did u even think abt what ash would think bout’ all this?”

it was the jamaican in u that caused u to flare around ur arms whilst u were speaking to let him know just how frustrated u were.

“yo can u jus chill out? lemme explain myself and stop bitchin’ for a sec.”

“u want me to stop bitchin? u know what fez, why dont u go fuck ursel-“

ur response back to fezco was rudely interrupted by the whoosh of the front door opening. yall both broke ur necks to see what the commotion was, and there stood a girl with blond hair, a bloody nose, and big ass lips.

“i didnt do anything!”

she looked like she had been through hell. u kinda felt bad for the girl, but at the same time still had hatred for her.

u decided to stay put on the coach while fez went over to talk over sum rules abt the house with her.

“yo, dont touch nothin, dont talk to ash, and dont go in my fuckin’ room.”

“i promise” she answered while wiping her bloody nose. u wondered how it got bloody in the first place.

“so u just not gon introduce me or?” ur arms were crossed as u questioned fez since u were still annoyed and upset that this nigga aint tell u shit like he promised he would.

as fezco was walkin away from faye to go finish eating his half sandwich at the table, he pointed in the direction of u and then proceeded to introduce u to one another.

“faye, this is my girlfriend, y/n. im sure yall met before”

faye bit into the half sandwich he had offered her a few minutes ago, and then tilted her head to the side.

“no.. i don’t remember meeting anybody with month old box braids”

she then bit into the sandwich again and continued eating as if she hadnt just insulted you.

“who the fuck does this bitch think she was?” u thought to urself. how she gon come marching into ur house and then insult u. this bitch was in need of a beating, thats for one.

“and i don’t remember meeting anybody who thought that ugly ass fillin’ in their lips was givin, goodnite.”

u stormed off into u and fezco’s shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, causing ash to wake up.

he stumbled out of his room and stopped dead in his tracks at the door frame, looking in the direction of faye. she then parted her lips and introduced herself with her monotone voice.

“hi, im faye”

he just glanced over at fez, and without sayin a word walked back into his room, slamming it shut just how u previously did.

fez knew he was just as pissed as u were; his face said it all.

“well somebodies in a mood”

fez just ignored the comment from faye and shook his head with an annoyed expression on his freckled face.

“ma?” fez knocked on the wooden door, before creaking it open and entering yalls bedroom.

he had got faye situated in the room she’d be staying in and warned her not to talk to u until she apologized for the way she rudely spoke to u. he would never let anyone disrespect his girl.

u were wrapped under the cozy sheets u had picked out and brought home as a gift a few weeks back, trying ur best not to sniffle so loudly.

“what u want?”

“i came er to apologize..”

he closed the door behind him and started puttin on his pyjamas, that happened to be the matching set to what u were wearing. fez knew that u were just a big baby under all that thick skin, u just tried ur best not show it even though he could always see right through it.

“i..i dont wanna talk to u”

ur voice ached as u sniffled in between each word u spoke.

“well ima talk to u anyways. u kno’ im used to talkin to people wit out gettin a response back”

he was referring to his grandma who he would occasionally talk to, knowing he wont get a reply from her.

fez slid into the bed and under the blankets which then caused u to instinctively turn from facing ur back to him, to looking him in the eyes. ur eyes were puffy which automatically let him know u had been cryin’ the whole time since u went in there. once again, tears started to fall from ur eyes and he just pulled u closer and let u rest ur face on his chest.

“im so stupid. i shoulda told u everythin’ that was goin on. and asked if u was comfortable wit lettin faye stay er’, im sorry mama.”

he knew better than to attempt to run his fingers though ur braids as u already had ur bonnet on, so he just rubbed circles on ur back.

“u told me u would let me in on these kinda things, u lied to me fez, u lied…”

u tried to push urself away from his chest as u felt anger building up in between those sniffles, but he just held u closer until u started to calm down.

“ima just hug u until u stop poutin’ so we can cuddle, cus i kno yo ass wants to”

u smirked into his chest, but he didnt know that. u just gave him a quick and sarcastic reply.

“shut up..”

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

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Date Night with The Dragos

warnings: SMUT , So 18+ as always . 

Viktor Drago x Black Reader

(reader has a cute little night in with her husband)

other fics in the same timeline: mine , holidays with the dragos 

You add a little mascara to your bottom lashes before starting to slick your hair into a bun. You start your livestream.

“Okay y’all so we didn’t do a live for Christmas cause our little cherub was born right before Thanksgiving. Can you believe it?” you ask while waving at the camera and showing the screen the little shoes on the bathroom counter for the baby that’s probably too big for him to wear now but you’re just so excited for him to wear his little Doc Martens.

“How do you feel about this dress? I feel like it’s just right for the occasion but it feels a little silly to be wearing it indoors but I for damn sure wasn’t taking any risks with going out ri. So Restaurant A La Drago it its” 

You watch as the hearts pop up across the screen and the sweet comments about how you’re glowing and a few questions about Viktor.

“It’s actually date night so he’s downstairs cooking, again and will probably pop his head in at any minute to check on us. Can you believe he just made it in town yesterday? Safe to say I won at life with that one. He’s a complete papa bear and doesn’t even let us out of his sight when he’s here. But, we are still in a pandemic of course. So, date night will be at home. I think he’s trying to make sort of pasta, shrimp alfredo and some other food. I won’t bother him but I wanted to just come on for a bit and say a very late Happy New Year! I also promised y’all a “Plus Size Sex Q&A” so here we are.” you tell your viewers and instantly you see the questions start to pop up on the screen and one catches your eye. 

"Okay boo so you're saying that you're nervous about letting your man go down on you because of your double chin and fupa? He knows what you look like. He sees you regularly and he knows how beautiful you are , regardless. How they gon’ get offended cause you're living your best life and you’re extra plushy? Any man worth a damn is going to worship and taste the rainbow like the goddess you are. He better lift and push. Lift and stroke or he can lift the key to the door and go ‘cause you don’t have time for someone that makes you feel bad about your body. Simple. How are you gonna beat eggs if you aint got a handle to hold on to?  Also on that same topic. I notice a lot of women talk about wanting to taste like pastries, candy, or some sort of fruit. And I'm like, baby if he wanted a fruit basket he better hit up Edible Arrangements. He/she/they already know what's up. Same with hair. They better call you their little furby and call it a day. As long as you're clean and healthy.  We are adults. It’s your choice. Men who have a problem with this, cum probably taste radioactive. You’re just fine." You say supportively as the positive comments and questions pour through the section at the bottoms of the screen. 

'How about riding your man when you're plus size?' the next question sticker you selected was put up onto the screen for everyone to see. 

"I know that a lot of us are worried about this because one, Megan Knees are few and far in between. And two, we don't wanna feel like we're "crushing" them. So I feel like the best way for both of us is to kind of have him on the edge of the bed so that way you can place one foot on the floor and ooh make sure you grab a pillow! That way you can have your other knee next to his hip and on top of a pillow. So you're not putting your weight on him but not all the pressure is on your knees either. So you can go for longer and snatch his soul." You say giggling at the last bit.

At this point you hadn't noticed Viktor had come up to the bathroom to ask you if you wanted a snack, but he didn't want to interrupt your time with your viewers. 

He stood there admiring how you looked in your new dress. His gaze was all over you as he watched you in your element. Viktor didn’t even think that he had the words to describe the feeling of butterflies sitting in the pit of his stomach like he’s meeting you for the first time in the elevator at that press conference. 

"I also saw that question about the girls, the boobs not being perky and being afraid to just free them during. But like-"Do my titties hang low?  Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie ‘em in a knot? Can you put ‘em in a bow? YES." You say laughing softly as the 😂 emojis start to pop up in the comment section

"Yes , they do and you know what? They fit in Vik’s hands just the same as all the others."  You say and you hear his coughing from the doorway . You turn to look at him already turning red as you smile at him.

"What's the topic for today? What are you talking about up here?" He asks with a small smirk and a blush across his cheeks. 

You stop and look at him for a moment dressed in a nice crisp grey button up with dark grey pants that had his thighs looking right. He even wore dress shoes as if you were actually going out.

"Look at you! I haven’t seen you out of gym clothes in so long. You look so damn handsome babe! They were saying that they're sometimes a little insecure about letting their guy see all of them because their boobs sag. . . Mine are here to feed Andrii. Don't nobody have time to have a bra on to pretend that they’re perky. Then it’s digging into my shoulders and my back rolls and I can’t even focus on what’s going on in front of me. It’s about your comfort and pleasure too.” you say and you read the comments of people complimenting you on settling on the Andrii’s name and saying how much they feel validated and seen. 

Viktor places soft kisses along your shoulder and neck before looking up at you and nodding. “You’re right. At the end of the day we are just glad to be seeing titties. It doesn't matter where they sit on your body.” 

You look at him and fall out laughing at him saying titties but nodding along with what he’s saying. 

“Do you remember- Okay this is too much information but do you remember when we first started talking and you said you’d never cu-” you are cut off by him kissing you and you giggle into his mouth knowing that he gets shy easily and don’t want them knowing his business.

He wraps his arms around you hugging you from behind in front of the large mirror before leaning down to the baby swing that’s to the left of you to look at Andrii asleep and clutching his blanket. 

“I would say that a lot of guys are , what is the word for it ? I’m trying to say that they want their girls to have the “perfect” everything. Perfectly curvy with no stretch marks or cellulite or anything else. But half of them are out here smelling like cheese with dirty socks. I stay in the gym at least 6 out of the 7 days of the week because of my career and I’m still saying don’t worry about them. None of that matters because when you find the right one for you. They’re going to want to be all up on you. But forewarning, this is the result-'' Viktor explains chuckles lowly as he turns your phone to Andrii. 

You shake your head and laugh softly at your man standing and reading the comments of how cute Andrii is and how much he looks just like Viktor. 

“Can y’all believe that? 9 months of literally feeling like I was growing an alien just for him to come out looking just like his papa. His full name is Andrii Viktor Ivan Drago, yes.” you say answer one of the questions about if you still wanted his middle name to be Viktor. 

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more because it is date night and y’all can’t see it right now but the way that this man got his giant hand tapping on my butt is letting me know that he wants me to wrap it up. So, I hope you have a good day and a new year full of good love and blessings on blessings.” you say to them before blowing them kisses and telling Viktor to say bye.

He couldn’t wait for you to turn off the instagram live so that he could love on you. 

“Damn I love you. You look so good. You always look good but you look amazing tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out but let me put Andrii in his bed so that I can show you what I’ve got for you, beautiful.” Viktor says to you before carefully leaning down to scoop Andrii out of the swing.

You meet Viktor downstairs with the baby monitor in hand and he tells you to close your eyes as he walks you over to the kitchen. 

“Okay, open. Don’t roast me but I tried.” he says as he takes his hands off of your eyes. 

As you open them, the candles and rose petals come into view. He decorated the living room with bouquets of flowers for you and candles with blankets, pillows, and movies set up near the tv. Dinner was already set up on the table with candles lit and the wine glasses already full. 

He even got the fireplace going. It was the little things that won you over with him. 

“Why would I roast you? It’s perfect, thank you bae! I love it and you.” you voiced as Viktor looks at you smiling all shyly. This giant ass boxer was a giddy little thing around his wife that he adored more than anything and getting praises from you was his favourite thing next to being a papa.

“That’s not it though. These are for you. I know that I didn’t have a chance to get you a “push gift” like you we were talking about. Hell, I was just hoping that I would make Andrii’s birth in time. The press for the fight again Adonis was crazy. But I ordered these like a week ago and was waiting for the right moment.” he explains and you eye him for a moment because this almost felt like when he put the box in your hand when he proposed. 

As you opened the first box the diamond necklace sparkled instantly under the kitchen lights along with the matching earrings and your arms instantly went around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

“These are beautiful, baby! Thank you.” You say to him before he takes it out of the box and places the set on you. 

“I meeaaannan I can be romantic or whatever.” he says jokingly using your phrase and he leans down to kiss you sweetly before asking if you’re hungry. 

“This smells and looks so good. I can’t believe you pulled it off bae.” you compliment him and he lets out a low chuckle as he shovels a fork of pasta into his mouth. 

Other couples usually did the sitting across the table thing from each other but you two were so clingy with each other that you had to sit next to each other.

You sat leaning into him while twirled some of the pasta onto the fork and fed it to you. 

“Nah, I fucked up while I was trying to add the sauce . I had to call the italian restaurant down the street from us but it’s still good, yes?” he asks and you nod before opening the other container. 

“Is this chocolate mousse?” you question and he laughs loudly knowing you’re about to go in.

The silence falls over both of you and you take his hand in yours when you notice that he’s deep in thought. 

“Do you remember what I told you, yes? There is no shame here. What is there to be ashamed of? You are my champion.  Win or lose. Belt or no belt. One loss to Adonis doesn’t make that any less true. I didn’t need to watch a single match to know that. I love you, and honestly you made enough money off of that match to retire and never have to step foot in the ring again. I’ve been thinking about it. If you wanted to go after your own dreams and not what your father wanted. I’d be behind you 100 percent.” you reassure him and he drops his head to your shoulder before leaning up to kiss you softly. 

“I’ll think about it...I love you. ” he replies quietly before you break the little bit of tension by asking him to pass you the mousse. 

Dinner went by so lovely with your man after getting the elephant in the room out of the way. It was just nice to enjoy him and his conversation after so long of him being away and you being focused on your work and Andrii. 

He really is the sweetest as he cleared the table and stood by the sink about to wash the dishes. 

You swayed your hips to the music as you sauntered over to him. The wine was already flowing through your system as you hugged him from behind. 

You take the towel out of his hand. He relaxes against you and lets out a breath as your hands run down his chest and to his stomach while you sway with him to the melody.

“What are you up to, wife?” he asks as he watches your hands travel to the button of his pants and undo them before slowly gliding your hand across his bulge, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Is this for me?” you tease as you begin to pump him slowly and you drop down in front of him. 

You kiss the head of his dick before kissing the side and licking a strip up the underside of him. 

“Just wanna thank you for all that you do for us. I really got the best husband in the world. You’re so good to me.” you say to him knowing that his praise kink is about to go into overdrive. 

“I vowed to take care of you. I intend to honour that… In all ways.” he says with a smirk while he’s cupping your chin and running his thumb across your cheek. 

“Let me take care of you right now.” you say laughing softly before running his tip across your lips and suckling softly before taking him into your mouth slowly to not gag as you glide him further. 

“God daaaammnn” was all he managed to say as you begin to slurp him down and bob your head . At this point you were an expert at breathing through your nose and throating all of him effortlessly. 

You look up at him through your lashes and wide eyed as you watch him grip the sink and thrust his hip using your mouth as much as he needs. You put your hands behind your back and let him work. 

He was already biting and licking his lips while moaning your name brokenly before asking you to stop after a few minutes. 

You let your lips trail over him slowly as you pull off with a pop and look up at him with a pout.

“You didn’t like it papi?” you tease him as you massage his thigh with one hand and continue to stroke him with the other.

He laughs deeply at the little pout on your lips as he wipes the mascara that smeared a little and he runs his thumb across your lip before pulling you up to him. 

“You’re such a lil tease. Come here.” 

He helps you wriggle out of your dress while you unbutton his shirt and push his boxers down further. 

Viktor aint waste no time lifting you off your feet and onto him. He walks you over to the huge pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

He laid you in front of him as he planted heated kisses from your lips to your neck, to each of your breasts as he reached behind you and unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side. As he leaned down to softly lick over your nipples knowing that they’re a little sensitive he takes his time as you moan softly and lay your head back.

This man was going to be the death of you as he started trailing his tongue down your stomach and pulling the bright scarlet red lace thong you were wearing down your thick legs. 

He grabbed one of the pillows that was off to the side and put it under the lower part of your back. He wastes no time lifting your leg up to him and licks your inner thigh. 

He places a kiss to your other one and licks at your calf before laying in between your legs. He grips your hips and brings you up to his mouth to devour. 

Viktor grabs the back of your thighs , squeezing gently as he nibbles and suckles your clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before licking between your folds and sliding his tongue into you at a rhythm that has you writhing and trying to wrap your thighs around him as he pushes deeper into you. 

You let out a low broken whine as he slides his hands from your hips up your sides and to your breasts to hold on. He lets go of one as he brings his hands to your mouth to get his fingers nice and wet when you suck on them. 

He brings them down to massage you while his tongue never falters and you are lifting your hips off of the pillow while warning him that you were close. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” 

All you could do was close your eyes and lay your head back as you try to push his head off of you and he locks his arm around your waist. He didn’t stop until his beard was glistening with the essence of you and he sighed happily against you when you came. He placed soft kisses to you as he let go of your waist.

“Good girl. You made a mess, huh?” Viktor says massaging your thighs and he gives you a second to catch your breath as you sit up and kiss him bringing him down to lay on top of you and capture your lips in his, sloppily.

He slips his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself on it as his hands wander down your body massages over every roll, every dip, every crevice of your beautiful brown skin. 

You didn’t even need to make sure that he was fully where he needed to be because you could feel him resting heavily on your stomach as he grinded against you and kissed you back. 

Viktor pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other as he stroked himself for a moment before pushing into you. He turns his head to kiss your ankle as he rolls his hips into you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as his strong thrusts sent you into a world of ecstasy. 

With a  slight sheet of sweat already adorning his beautiful chiseled body . You scraped your acrylic nails down his abs and watched them clench and his hips stuttered for a moment as he licked over his lips and chuckles when he shudders at your touch. You drag the nails over his thighs and let out a loud whine of his name when he finds your spot. 

“Fuck, fuck.” is all that he managed to say as he watched your breasts bounced from the force of his quickened, deeper thrusts before his eyes settle on yours. 

You stare into his emerald greens all glossy eyed and his reddened lips all puffy from you sucking on them. He had a hickey forming right above his trimmed patch from you suckling there earlier before taking him into your mouth. 

He falls over you resting his weight on his arms as his biceps flex and he leans down to kiss you again.

He hisses as his muscles tense and he leans down to nip at your neck. 

You rest your hand on his hip and push him back for a second. 

“You still sore?” you ask referring to his last fight that took place two days ago and he hadn’t had time for an ice bath or to get a deep tissue massage. 

“I’m alright. Damn you’re gripping my shit like a vice. Feels good?” he asked smiling softly, always aiming to please. 

You nod and push his hips back before letting him slowly pull out. 

As you moved him he looked confused for a second before you placed two pillows under his knees and laid on your stomach and pushed your hips back waiting for him. You reached back to grab his arm gently and lock it around your waist again. 

Viktor chuckles softly before letting out a “thank you baby”.  

He runs his dick against you for a moment getting it wet before gliding into you fully and effortlessly. 

His hands rubbing from the back of your thighs, to your cheeks, and up your back as he lays on grips your chin as he buries himself into you at a slow even pace, letting you adjust to him.

You both let out a loud drawn out moan and you hold onto the pillow in front of you while his thrusts begin to quicken. 

His strong thighs were hitting the back of yours with his powerful thrusts . You let out little soft squeals and moans as you rotate your hips to meet his thrusts and you swear this man was growling at this point when you lean back against his chest and gripped his thigh while he pummeled into you. 

As you gripped his thigh he brought his hands down your body and leaned up for a second into the bag sitting off to the side and grabbed the mini vibrator on it and dragged it from your nipples down your stomach to settle on your clit as he pushed into you once, twice, and by the third time you were already falling forward before he catches you and his fist hits the ground as his own orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. 

You let out a content hum/sigh as your eyes flutter closed and Viktor peppers kisses on your skin as he fucks both of you through it. 

“Love you. Love you.” he whispers into your ear and you silently thank your doctor for recommending a new type of birth control ‘cause this man would’ve given you triplets on this round. 

He sat the vibrator aside and rocked his hips at a slower pace as he massaged your back and gently pulled out. You could feel him dragging against your walls as he did and that made you shiver a bit. 

Viktor quickly turned you around to look at you and smile at you all fucked out and lovingly. 

You give him a small smile and place your hands on his cheeks just sharing a loving moment with him before he brings your hands down to his heart and places them there. You know what he meant as he closed his eyes and just relished in the moment for a second . Thinking about how blessed he was to have someone to love him the way that you do. 

He finally presses kisses to your hands and leans down to kiss you before telling you he’ll be right back. 

Viktor’s gone for a moment to grab a warm cloth, boxers for himself, check on Andrii, and grab a silk gown for you before returning to check on you. 

He wraps you in his arms after cleaning up and you two talk by the fireplace for who knows how long as he tells you he thinks he’s done with boxing for good. 

You reassure him that you’ll be there when Ivan ultimately has a heart attack over it and you’ll both get through whatever may come , together as always. 

(unedited so there might be some typos lol. also sorry for posting this on a sunday enjoy! lol. 

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dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part two

diner cred to @thatretrobitch​

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; 1950’s greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, ya know… 1950s stuff + death and war, and being rude af

a/n: part two of dreamboat

masterlist

dreamboat: part one | part two

“If I didn’t know any better, Francisco, I’d say you were teacher in a past life.” You look up at him and smirk. He looks over to you and gives you a crooked smile. He adjusts his jacket and runs his left hand through his hair.

Frankie taught you a lot more history than the teacher. Frankie had a lot more patience and explained each topic that was covered in much better detail and simply enough to understand. Like when Hattie Wyatt Caraway of Arkansas became the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate in 1932 to fill the vacancy caused by the death of her husband. Frankie compared it to the demonstration of the first long distance telephone service between New York and San Francisco in 1913 – surprising but needed.

You didn’t have Frankie for a third period, just first and fourth, but he made sure to meet you out each of your classes and walked you over to your next class. He had conversed with the boys about asking you to Rosie’s Diner on Friday night. Everyone knows when a guy takes a little darlin’ down to Rosie’s, she’s unavailable. Frankie knows you probably don’t know what going to the diner with him means but he assumes if you did, you wouldn’t go. So he decides that the less you knew the better – well at least that’s what Tom decided.

“Ya know, doll. I like the way you say my name, but how ‘bout ya just call me Frankie, huh? I don’t use the entire thing anymore.”

You cock your head to the side and your smiles turns into a slight frown. “Do you not like the way Francisco sounds?”

He tucks his hands into his jean pockets, shrugs, and looks down at his dirty Chuck Taylors. “Thanks, I do like it, but it don’t… it don’t sound cool, you know? I got a reputation to keep up – all the guys do.”

Frankie stopped using the name Francisco at the start of freshman year. Pope stopped using Santiago around the same time. Their teachers would call them Francis and Saint because they found it difficult to pronounce the boys’ names correctly. Frankie was too shy to say anything and Pope was still unsure about his accented English, so when Will laughed and told the teacher, “Ain’t that a bite? You got a degree, but can’t pronounce an ABC name,” the boys knew Will was going to be a great friend. The boys thought that would be the end of it, but then Benny decided to join his brother and say, “How ‘bout, since ya feel so high and mighty, you call ‘em Frankie and Pope? We got Francisco like that city on the west coast, so call ‘em Frankie. Then we got Santiago. You wanna call ‘em Saint, then give ‘em the highest honor.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better,” you stopped walking and placed a hand on his arm. “I like your name. I think it suits you very well.”

He smiles and nods. He doesn’t know if he’s nodding because he’s convincing himself he likes it too or if he’s nodding because he’s glad you like it too. He liked your company because you weren’t too invasive, but he could also tell that you wanted to get to know him. He knew he wasn’t the most open to people, he has his father to thank for that.

As young 19-year-old – about a year older than Frankie – his father was drafted and fought in World War 1 in 1918 as a US Army soldier and was then sent off to France a few weeks in to fight with the AEF, the American Expeditionary Forces. Because of this, Frankie’s father wasn’t the most expressive when in public but was easily the most caring when it came to his family. When Frankie was growing up, his father had spoiled his baby boy and made sure he worked hard as a welder so that Frankie wouldn’t want for anything. Frankie remembers his father coming home from work late at night, oil and bits of metal stuck to him, and always turning his frown into a smile when he laid eyes upon his son.

His father’s closure to the world only grew when he saw his family in danger. Frankie figured that by growing up within a military family, it would lead to him serving in the military as his father did before him. When Frankie was coming to the age of enlistment, he told his family about him wanting to go off to the military, but his father was very much against it. All his father wanted for his son was for Frankie to live his life the way he wanted to, so Frankie didn’t enlist. One day when Frankie was at school, recruiters came to the Morales home and were knocking the door down. Frankie’s father had informed them that his son would not be serving. He was told that because Frankie was able, male, and was soon to be of age, he had to enlist whether he was needed or not. His father complied; except he wrote his own name down instead of his son’s.

His father never regretted going to war. He still had nightmares, which Frankie knew all too well. He had met Frankie’s mother when he came back home in 1921 and after years of trying, he was blessed with a son in 1935. All was good in the world until the year 1950 – Frankie was 15 years old. In August of 1950, a letter came in the post reading the following:

SIR: FRANCISCO MORALES SR.

You are hereby notified that you, on the 21 day of August of 1950, have been legally drafted in the service to the Armed Forces of the United States of America. You are to report to the Armed Forces station below and will be transported to Daejeon, Korea.

Frankie’s father never came back.

His body was never recovered – just his ID tags. Frankie’s mother was told that the last transmission received with the whereabouts of Francisco Morales Sr. were near the Nakdong River in South Korea. Frankie always carried his father’s ID tags around his neck no matter where he went. Those tags always reassured him of himself knowing that he was doing what his father wanted him to do.

Frankie walked you down the steps of school building and stopped at the sidewalk. “Ya know, if ya need a ride, I can take ya home – aint no trouble.”

You smile and shake your head. “I appreciate that. I told my mother I’d take the bus back home.” You knew your mother would have a fit if she saw you get dropped off by a boy, but she may still be at work. You looked back at Frankie and saw that he had a slight frown on his face as he played with a necklace hidden in his white t-shirt. You weren’t sure the reason behind it, but he didn’t want to pry. “Actually, I’ll take a ride.”

His eyes lit up and nodded. “Great but I do gotta warn ya, doll. I gotta take Ironhead and Benny back to their place. Pope usually goes back to mines.” A ride home in a car full of teenage boys – what can go wrong?

The pair of you walk down to the school’s parking lot and there you see students laughing in their cars – 4 to 5 in a car – all while having a smoke and others are drinking from beer cans. You have no doubt that it’s beer cans when one gets tossed towards you with left over beer splattering over your white skirt. Frankie takes notice of the yellow stains and the grimace growing on your face. He looks over at the teenagers in a beat-up Chevy.

“Aye watch where ya tossin’ shit, birdbrain.” The teens look over at Frankie and walk over to him. You place a hand on his arm and look up at him.

“Frankie, c’mon. Let’s just go to your car, huh?” you plead. His arm tightens and as the teens arrive in front of him, Frankie protectively put you behind him and adjusts his jacket – a tick of his you’ve taken note of. The three boys who walked over to Frankie look over at you and smirk.

“Well shit Frankie, pal.” One of them takes a smoke and blows the out towards his side. “You already smashin’ up this little new betty? Don’t you work fast… first Michelle, then Tiffany, now this one?”

Frankie’s jaw tightens and his hold on your arm shifts. “How ‘bout you stuff it, Jack? You know you ain’t even supposed to be here. This ain’t your turf.”

Jack removes his hat, a cowboy hat he’s become fond of, and fixes his hair. He puts it back on and laughs. “You’re right, but I clearly don’t care. Oberyn ain’t out the can ‘till Friday, so I call the shots. My boys wanna be here and screw all these chick-a-dees, then they will. I know you ain’t gon’ do nothin’.”

“He will,” you hear a click and quickly turn your head to see Pope and the boys, Benny holding up a pocketknife. “But he ain’t doin’ it alone either.” The Bandits circle the three men and puff up their chests.

“Alright,” Jack holds his hands up. “We’re gone but trust me when I say that Oberyn ain’t gon’ be too happy to hear this.” With that he snaps his head over to his boys directing them back to their car. They turn to leave and Jack walks away backwards. When he’s satisfied with the distance between himself and The Bandits, he turns on his heel and runs to his car. He jumps in the driver’s seat, gives his girl a smooch, and revs the engine – with that he’s gone.

Pope looks at you and gives your shoulder a quick squeeze. “You good? Hope those bumrats ain’t spook ya too bad.” You shake your head and smile shyly. You look down at your ruined skirt and shrug.

“Just a ruined skirt but that’s okay. I wasn’t fond of it.” Will laughs at your comment fluffs yours skirt from the bottom, earning a nudge from Frankie.

“Let’s get her home, huh? I gotta drop off everyone else,” Frankie says. Tom tells Frankie that he’s got detention and to go on without him. Tom goes back towards the building while everyone piles up in Frankie’s Cherry Red 1945 Mustang GT – his father’s gift to him for his 15th birthday, also his last gift.

Per usual, Benny and Will leans the driver’s seat forwards and get in to sit in the back while Pope goes to sit in his usual spot as shotgun. Frankie tuts at Pope and points to the back. Pope scoffs but shoots Frankie a wink. He gets in and sits in between the brothers, being the smallest of the three, and Frankie runs over to open the door for you to sit up front. He grabs your books and hands them to Pope. As you situate yourself and buckle your seatbelt, Frankie gets in and turns on his baby. He revvs the engine and backs up out the school’s parking garage, but not before revving his engine one more time for the freshmen per Benny’s request.

On the drive to the brother’s house, Benny grabs your notebook and looks through your notes of the day. He looks through the math notes you took during 4th period and immediately closes it. “You sure are smart if you’re taking this angle stuff. I’m guessing it’s college prep?”

You look over your shoulder and nod. “I’m currently taking college preparatory trigonometry. They unfortunately didn’t have any other advanced placement for me here.”

The boys let out a harmony of “ohs” and Will shakes Frankie’s shoulder. “Frankie! She’s smart like you, buddy!”

Pope smirks and joins in on the teasing. “Lo vez, hermano! Being smart doesn’t make you un-cool. Being you does! No te hagas ver como el tonto porque no lo eres.”

You see, brother… don’t make yourself seem dumb because you aren’t.

You look at Pope and smile. “I agree with you, Santiago. Frankie is very intelligent so he shouldn’tdumb himself down because he thinks that’s what people think of him.” Pope stops and looks at you. “You know some Spanish, angel face?” You eagerly nod. “I’m very familiar with the language. They had us choose electives at my old school. I took Spanish, Italian, and French. I had a lot of a free time.”

Pope looks at you in shock but happily hollers. “Well sugar you sound pretty good speakin’ ‘em”

You couldn’t explain it, but you felt giddy. You felt happy to be around the boys and you knew you wanted to continue to be around them.

With Frankie getting out of the car and moving his seat forward, Will and Benny get dropped off first, but not without teasing him about “asking the chick.” Frankie flips them off and Pope lets out a belly laugh. Frankie apologetically looks at you and mouths sorry. You blush and mouth that’s okay.

Once leaving the brothers, Pope tells Frankie to turn up the radio. Frankie looks at Pope through the rearview mirror and narrows his eyes. “Switch to 12,” Pope says with a wink. Frankie rolls his eyes and turns the knob so the needle hits channel 12. Once Frankie hears the recognizable melody from “Takes Two to Tango” by Pearl Bailey. Frankie goes to switch the channel, but you stop his hand. He glances over to you and he sees you mouthing the words. He looks back at Pope who wiggles his eyebrows and sings out loud and to Frankie’s surprise, you join Pope singing at the top of your lungs. He laughs at your attempts at dancing in your seat and looks back at Pope who was waving his hands in the air.

Frankie thought that you’d be this proper, shy little thing but here you were having singing and laughing with his best friend. You gave him the slightest nudge and smiled in his direction. “C’mon Frankie. Don’t be a sour puss. I know you know this song!” You were right. He did know this song. He and Pope sang it so much because Pope thought he could woo some girl – he didn’t really know what the lyrics meant so you can guess what happened. If you guessed he slept with her… you’d be correct.

You poked Frankie in the ribs light enough to not affect his driving and giggled as he sang out with Pope. You liked seeing this Frankie – not that big tough guy you saw at the parking lot. He seemed like he had a big heart but was scared to show it and you were determined, but you were ripped away from your internal planning when Frankie politely asked for your address.

“It’s a shame you ain’t hangin’ longer sweetheart,” Pope began. “I think you’d like being around us two mucks. You would definitely like Frankie’s mom’s cooking. She makes the best food in town.” You smiled as the two best friends bickered about whose mom had the best food.

“I would have loved to, but I have to be home and do chores before my mother gets home.”

Frankie looks over to you and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. Maybe next time, cool?” You smile at the invitation and nod. Frankie continues to drive as you and Pope make a conversation about the possibility of you tutoring him in math. With them being high school seniors, they are not failing one class.

You feel on top of the world, laughing and talking with your new friends, until you spot the yellow Pontiac in the driveway and your mother coming out of it. Your face drops and the boys immediately take notice.

“What’s wrong?” Frankie asks. You straighten out your top and ask Pope for your books as you ready yourself to run out of the car. You look at Frankie and offer a weak smile.

“My mother won’t be happy with me is all.” You’d ask Frankie to drop you off a couple of houses before your own, but you know your mother has already seen you. As Frankie pulls up to your house, the boys’ jaws drop. You wouldn’t say your house was big, but to the boys, it was huge. Your two-story home consisted of 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The exterior of the home was beige with dark brown trimming and the river rock pathway leading up to your home was lined with grass so green you’d think it was plastic.

Your mother, dressed to the nines in a pale pink dress and white belt, looks at the hot rod parked in front of her home and places her hands on her hips as she sees Frankie run out and open your door. Your mother would normally love seeing her daughter be treated by a gentleman, but she isn’t very happy to see that it’s Frankie. She has always dreamed of her daughter being courted by a young man in polished Oxford shoes and ironed pleated pants not a worn out leather jacket and dirty chucks.

You thank Frankie for the ride and look over at your upset mother. The boys say hello to her as she gives them the ungenuine smile of hers you have seen many times. You wave goodbye to both boys and begin to walk up to your mother. You hear whispers behind you and then you hear your mother say, “Is there something else you’d like to say, boy?”

You turn and you see Pope shove Frankie towards you. His face turns red as he sees your mother staring him down and he knows that this may not be the best time to ask you.

“On with it, young man. My daughter and I have work to do.”

Frankie once again runs his hand through his hair and clears his throat. “I- I, uh, I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to hang with us at Rosie’s on Friday. The shakes are pretty good so we could ma-“

“What’s your name, young man?” You look at your mother. You narrow your eyes at her for interrupting Frankie.

“It-It’s Frankie,” he stutters, “my name’s Frankie, ma’am.”

Your mother gives her less than friendly smile again. “Well, Frankie, you’ll understand where I’m coming from when I tell you this – you are not the kind of person I want my daughter befriending. You just don’t quite… how can I put this nicely? You don’t fit a mother’s standards.”

“Mother!”

“Quiet.” she tells you. “You will not be around these boys again, do you understand? Your father works too hard for you to just ruin your life like this. You asked to be taken out of the pristine private school we paid for you to go to and we allowed you to enroll in public school. Why are you bringing home some… some hoodlum! How can you do this to us?”

You wished this had surprised you, but it wasn’t the first time your mother disrespected your choice of friends. You huffed and you felt tears coming to your eyes as you saw Frankie’s defeated look in his eyes and Pope fighting the urge to get out of the car.

You mother calls your name, and you turn to look at her. She walks to you, heels clicking the pavement, and cups your jaw. “You will not associate yourself with these boys, do we understand each other?” You see Frankie nod to you and walk back to his car. You look back at your mother and nod. “Yes, Mother. I understand.” Your mother smiles at you and gives your cheek a pat. “Good girl. Now… get inside and put that skirt in the hamper. Your allowance is going towards a new skirt.”

She leads you into the house and you look back and see Frankie’s car is still there. You stop in your tracks and look at your mother. “Mother, may I please run back and grab a paper I left?”

“Is it school related?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Very well. Go grab it and say goodbye and come back in. We have to get dinner going.” You nod and run back to the car and your mother walks into the house.

Pope rolls down the passenger side window and both boys look at you. You smile at Pope and look at Frankie.

“Does Rosie’s Diner have sundaes?” Pope smirks and turns to Frankie while Frankie nods with a confused face. “Well,” you start, “If Friday’s invitation is still open, pick me up by the green house down the street at 6pm. She’ll be going to my grandmother’s house up north.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.”

The light breeze surprises you as it picks up the more you walk down the street. You walk past two houses and you see the red backlights of the cherry red mustang you seemed to miss.

Your mother, thankfully, left to your grandmother’s home about two hours ago, much earlier than expected. She called not very long ago to make sure you were home and doing homework. You told her that you were planning to retire early as your homework began to give you a headache. She insisted you eat dinner and sleep as she didn’t want to see eyebags under your eyes when she got back tomorrow. She bid you goodnight and said she’d be home by tomorrow’s lunchtime. Once you hung the phone on the hook, you ran to your room and began to ready yourself for the night.

You grew giddy as 6 o’clock crept closer and closer. You had applied your blush and mascara so carefully you’d have thought you were dusting the finest of china. You did not want to wear too much makeup; you didn’t want to seem as though you were trying too hard. You picked out the pins out of the curls on your head you’d put up right when your mother left and watched as the soft and tight curls fell and framed your face. You grabbed your wide tooth comb and brushed the curls out, parting your side at a side so there was more hair and volume on one side. You sprayed a tight hold hairspray all over so you could make sure your hair stood – Frankie wouldn’t want to see frazzled hair, no man would, you thought.

As you went through your closet, you decided that a dress was the best choice as it was simple enough to either be dressed up or dressed down. You went with a white collared black dress with thin white windowpane patterned lines all over. You wore your black flats and added a black shiny belt running across the waist. You get closer to Frankie’s car and you see him get out of his car – you figured he had seen you coming.

“How ya doin’ there, doll?”

“Hello, Frankie.” You wave and get closer to him. Once you’re in front of him you fix his jacket lapel and look up at him. “Aren’t you sight for sworn eyes.”

His eyes widen then starts laughing loudly and your face goes red. He nearly falls in laughter as his hands catch himself on his knees. “W-What’d ya just say?”

“I said aren’t you a sight for sworn eyes,” you frown. “Is that not appropriate?”

He catches his breath and puts a hand on his belly. He reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear with the other hand. “The saying is a sight for sore eyes, doll; not sworn eyes.”

You feel as if your face is about to burst as you start laughing at yourself. You just cannot believe you’ve messed up your first attempt at flirting with Frankie. “I was really sure it was sworn.”

He smiles brightly and shakes his head. “Hey… can’t say ya ain’t tried right?” You giggle and nod. He look you up and down and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Te vez hermosa.” You look beautiful.

Have you ever had that feeling when there’s a puppy trying to get comfortable, but it can’t so it walks over to you and lays with you – falling into a deep and peaceful sleep? You know how it makes your heart feel as if it’s grown twice in size because the puppy chose you and trusted you to protect it while it slept? That’s how you felt when those words came out of Frankie’s mouth.

“Muchas gracias, Francisco.” Thank you very much, Francisco.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you and lets out a laugh. He points to the car and says, “get in the damn car.” He runs over to your door and lets you in, as per usual, and off you two went to Rosie’s Diner.

Frankie leads you into a bright neon-lit diner not very far from your home, about 25 minutes from your place. The diner stands out from the black concrete parking lot and pine trees decorating its background. He opens the light brown doors and places a hand on your lower back as you walk in – not too low or too high.

“Howdy’ho kiddos.” You’re greeted by a woman in her late 40’s or early 50s – the grey hair and sweet smile give it away. “Hey there, Frankie. Bandits meetin’ ya here?”

Frankie smiles at the woman, gives her a hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek; a kiss she smiles at and hums in content. “Hey Ro. Boys are comin’ in a while. You know they ain’t missin’ your special tonight.”

“There’s a special night every night for my favorite bandits, Frankie. Who’s this, huh? You finally bringin’ a girl for me to meet?” Frankie shakes his head from side to side smiling. He turns to you and introduces you to Rosie, the diner’s owner and one of his favorite people. “She’s new in town and I wanted to show her the best diner in the world.”

Rosie slaps Frankie’s arm and laughs. “Stop talkin’ sweet ‘fore your teeth rot, boy. You’re too pretty to be all gums now. I knew my boys were comin; your usual booth’s open, but take the table next to it, yeah. Ya need the extra seat ‘less you sittin’ the girl on ya lap.” Frankie begins to stutter a protest as you stifle a laugh.

“It’s very nice to meet you Miss Rosie. I’m in awe of your diner and excited to try your food.”

“Well it’s very nice to meet the girl who Frankie finally decided to bring to the diner. It’s a very special moment in his life ya know?” You cock your head to the side and take a quick glance at Frankie.

“Why’s that, Miss Rosie?”

As Rosie was about to explain the beginning of courtships of 99% of the teenagers in town, Frankie dragged you away with the dramatic excuse of being so hungry he can eat a horse and how he’ll drop dead if he doesn’t get a shake.

As you make it to the table Rosie had sent you to, you’d think that Frankie would have pulled out your chair, but a couple of some teens you remember seeing at school look in yours and Frankie’s direction whispering among themselves. You took a seat and looked at Frankie to ask if he knew them but as you were about to ask, you saw his face looking back at them with a deep stare. He gave them a single nod towards the door and to your surprise, they ran. Frankie scanned the room and he knew everyone would be taking in the scene. Frankie had never taken a girl out in public – especially not a girl like you. Sure people knew about other girls he’s been with, but everyone knew they weren’t together.

Frankie sat down after everyone in the diner turned their attention back to where it previously was and he passes you a diner menu, but still tense due to the eyes that locked with his back once more.

When the waitress you learned was named Vi and was obsessed with Will, Frankie had ordered a basket of fries for the two to share, a cherry soda for him and a sundae of your pick for you. Vi was also an older woman, best friends with Rosie, and had an innocent crush on Will’s blonde self. Frankie told you about the time Will brought Vi a bouquet of flowers for her birthday and Vi almost attacked the poor kid to the ground with kisses. Vi was sweet and she made you feel very good about yourself as she fixed your collar and fluffed your hair because “her Frankie needs to see what he’s got in front of him.”

You were nearly done with your sundae as you heard the distinctive pitch that is Benny’s voice as he said “What’s cookin’ good lookin’ don’t you look like a dream,” and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You greet each and every one of the boys as they take their seats around the table – Benny calling dibs on one of the seats next to you. Benny puts his arm around the back rest of your white chair and calls Vi over to place a new order.

As the night continues, you feel free. You feel so relaxed and at ease with the boys around you that you don’t even notice the dirty looks some girls were giving you. Benny puts his head on your shoulder and give his cheek a little pat resulting in Benny playfully trying to bite your hand. Frankie clears his throat and Benny looks over at him and smirks.

“I ain’t trynna steal ya girl, Frankie. If she hangin’ with us, ya gotta get used to us playin ‘round.”

Frankie turns red as Benny calls you “his girl” and rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He looks out the window and immediately tenses. You follow his gaze and see a 1942 black Ford with some boys in it – one of the being that Jack guy from school – revv its engine as it speeds back and forth through the parking lot. He grabs the boys eyes and directs them towards the window and Benny stands up immediately. The boys follow suit and Frankie turns to you.

“Stay here alright, doll? We’ll be back.”

You turn from Frankie to the window and back to Frankie with a worried look painting your face. “What’s going on Frankie?”

“They shouldn’t be here. This ain-“ You both turn at the sound of a crash and see Pope being held against Frankie’s car by a guy in a black tee with its sleeves rolled. Frankie runs out of the diner and you run after him. You know you shouldn’t be getting in between this, but you aren’t going to let anyone hurt your new friends.

Frankie runs up behind this guy, turns him around, and shoves him away from his car and friends. The guy smirks and nods at Frankie. “Did you miss me Frankie?”

“What the hell are you doing here, Oberyn? We already told ya friend there that this ain’t your turf.”

You had to admit, Oberyn had this strut to him that showed his self-confidence and the combination of his flirtatious smile and smoldering eyes only made him more attractive than he already was. Jack came to stand next to him and as he turned to toss some keys over to another friend of his, you caught sight of the word VIPERS with two snakes on the back of his jacket.

“Yeah… he told me ‘bout it. But ya anna know what else Jackie told me? He told me that ya got ya’self a knockout.” Oberyn locks eyes with you and winks. He tries to walk over to you, but Frankie pushes back and away from you.

“Don’t get near her.” Oberyn lets out a sarcastic chuckle and gets in Frankie’s face.

“How ‘bout ya make me, Morales?”

The next thing you knew, you were yelling and crying with Will held you away as you saw Frankie and Oberyn duke it out on the concrete while Benny and Pope tried to pry Oberyn away – Jack and some other guy pushing them away. You caught a glimpse of Frankie’s bruising cheek and Oberyn’s bloody nose. You only noticed the officer’s arrival once Will dragged you back in the diner and making sure Rosie held you back as he ran back to be by Frankie’s side when the local sheriff gets out the car.

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Just Me and You - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: Rio Alvarez x Black!Plus size!Oc

Summary: Simone Dunn is a singer just trying to live her best life and make it through the obstacles that have been put in front of her. Living life in the city isn’t always easy. Life might be kicking her in the ass presently, but she kept a smile on her face regardless. Rio Alvarez is all about his business. He’s expanding up and out of just the money laundering business. He wanted it all. He was hooked from the second he heard her voice, but will her past and his enemies let them be together?

Warning(s): None really. It’s a meet-cute. They meet, it’s cute. 

Word count: 2,026

Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, this story means a lot to me. I was never sure if I’d start posting it or not. Simone has been an OC of mine for a long time now and when the idea to pair her with Rio popped into my mind I knew it could be something very special. I hope you all enjoy the journey. As always questions, comments, and concerns are welcome! Might even start a tag list but we’ll see. Thanks for reading. xo

Rio stared out of the window, looking out at his investment. It had the perfect eye line for all the exits and it had the best view of the stage. Since he began flipping his game and moving up in the world he became acquainted with folks that had different tastes than him. The opportunity to invest in this club kind of fell in his lap. His new co-owner was a sloppy prick, but Rio couldn’t deny the club was bringing in a nice grip of money for him. He liked the anonymity of being a silent partner. Every two weeks he’d roll through, check up on the club, and collect some cash to put into his other businesses.

As he looked down at all the club goers, he was pleased to see the place was pretty packed. He was not happy to see the owner, Shaun, with two women on his arm. This wasn’t a social hour. He was here for business. Mick, his right hand man, was guarding the door and hadn’t moved an inch to let Shaun in. 

“Hey man. Place is poppin tonight right?” Shaun greeted Rio as he tried to maneuver past Mick who only moved at Rio’s nod. “Enjoying your night? These are a couple lady friends of mine. Say ‘hi’ ladies.”

“Hi.” The two girls parroted at Rio, waving at him.

Rio didn’t bother greeting the women. “Get rid of the bitches man.”

“What?” Shaun asked, his tone confused.

“I ain’t gonna tell you twice.” Rio’s face hadn’t changed. He just stared Shaun down.

Shaun cleared his throat and whispered something to the ladies before they shuffled back out of the room. It was quiet except for the sound of the music pumping through the speakers.

“My bad man. They were sexy as hell though right? Can you really blame me?” Shaun tried to excuse, a smile on his face as he walked over to where Rio was standing.

As soon as he was within arms reach, Rio gripped the back of his neck tightly and pulled him close. He stared directly in his eyes. “Don’t ever bring nobody to one of our meetings again. I choose to keep you on, but that can easily be changed. Get my money and stop fucking playing with me.”

Shaun merely nodded and Rio let go of him. Shaun tried adjusting his suit and cleared his throat. He walked over to the wall that was furthest from the window and opened a panel in the door. He put the code into the panel and opened it up. There was a silver case inside that he pulled out before closing the door back. “Business has been better than ever. I was able to add a permanent residency here that has us packed every week. We may even be able to up prices a bit.”

Rio’s eyebrow quirked in interest at the man’s words. “Permanent residency?”

Shaun had set the case on the table and Mick opened it, starting to count the money that was inside. Rio walked closer to take a look inside and noticed that there seemed to be a couple more stacks than usual.

“Yeah. I’m still having different live performers come in, but people also like consistency. They like knowing they’re coming to hear quality music. And the pipes on this one? Massive. Doesn’t hurt that she’s gorgeous too.”

Rio would never admit it but he was definitely intrigued. “Who is she?”

Shaun walked back over to the window and smirked as he looked down. “Simone Dunn. Lucky for you, you came at the perfect time.”

Rio noticed the club music had shut off and people were clapping. As he walked to stand next to Shaun, a slow instrumental was playing. A soft spotlight appeared on the stage and the crowd’s clapping intensified. A giggle was heard over the mic.

“Aww, y’all are too good to me.” The woman’s voice was clear as day, but had an alluring quality. She had big black hair falling over her shoulders in waves. Her dress was pink and it gave a tantalizing view of her breasts as well as her full figure. Her skin was creamy brown and the outline of her ass was particularly appealing to Rio.

“We’re starting off grown and sexy tonight y'all. So if you’re vibing with someone, gon’ head and pull ‘em a little closer. I’m just tryna help y’all possibly end the night on a good note, if you know what I mean.” She winked at the crowd and people laughed as others hollered and whistled.

A familiar beat reached Rio’s ears, taking him back to house parties in his old neighborhood. He remembered talking slick to a fine girl as she danced on him, knowing she was gon let him fuck by the end of the night.

I'll always think of you Inside of my private thoughts I can imagine you Touching my private parts And just the thought of you I can't help but touch myself That's why I want you so bad Just one night of

The sultry sound of her voice traveled from Rio’s ears straight to his dick. He watched as her hips moved side to side as she gripped the mic stand. She was a temptress, an enchantress. Hell, she was a siren and her song was the one calling him home. Home being the absolute treasure he was sure is hiding between her thighs. 

Can't get my mind off you I think I might be obsessed The very thought of you Makes me want to get undressed I want to be with you In spite of what my heart says I guess I want you too bad All I want is

Her eyes were locking onto different people in the crowd. She was working her magic on everyone. People were partnered up and there was lots of grinding happening on the dance floor. As she looked around, her eyes happened to dart up and land on his. She looked taken aback, but curious. She never once stopped singing and now it seemed like she was singing the words directly to him.

“She’s a beauty, ain’t she?” Shaun asked, but Rio ignored him. His eyes were still locked with Simone’s as she sang. A smile pulled at her lips and her cheeks felt hot so she pulled her eyes away from him to look back toward the crowd. She missed the quick smile that appeared on Rio’s face before he turned his back to the window.

“Have you had any trouble here? Fights? Anyone tryna shake you down?” Rio asked Shaun, who looked perplexed by the sudden topic shift.

“No. I would have called you right away. Like I said, things have been great. Should I be worried or on the lookout?” Shaun asked, his tone taking on a nervous quality.

“Nah, man. Just looking out for my investment. Enjoy your night with your lady friends.” Rio dismissed the other man and Shaun took the exit without hesitation.

“You think they know you got dealings in this place?” Mick asked, once Shaun was gone.

“No, but you can never be too careful.” Rio replied, eyes drifting back toward the stage. She had begun singing a new song. Something a bit more fast paced. “I wanna keep this place as legit as possible. We need something clean in case we run into some trouble. But I aint scared of them. I’ll deal with ‘em when the time’s right.”

Mick merely nodded his head as he finished up the count.

“Everything square?” At Mick’s confirmation, Rio walked over to him. “Go ahead and take everything back to the warehouse. Imma stay and check things out for a bit. Have a drink. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Rio headed down to the bar and got himself a shot of brandy. He nursed his drink as he finished listening to the performance going on. He was in the middle of texting some associates to set up meetings for the next week when applause broke out all around him. He looked up to see Simone walking towards the bar, blowing kisses as she went.

“Ji, baby! Please get me one last malibu pineapple and I’ll love you forever.” She exclaimed, taking a seat one away from Rio. He was watching her interaction with the bartender.

“You better already love me.” The bartender, Ji-hoon, retorted even as he went about making her drink.

“You know I do boo.” She winked, a wide grin on her face. “In fact, I love you so much that I’m leaving you a big tip tonight.”

“Are you trying to buy me? Cause I’m absolutely up for sale.” He smiled, sliding her drink over to her as he leaned on the bar. He glanced over at Rio and nodded his head towards him. “Hey, you need to be topped off?”

“Yeah, man.” Rio answered and Simone finally noticed him sitting there. Ji poured Rio another drink before getting distracted on the other side of the bar by other paying customers. 

Simone made eye contact with him before looking down at her drink and swishing the glass around.

“You have a beautiful voice, mama.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” She looked up at him with a smile on her face.

“Interesting choice of song too. I know a couple people here gotta be happy about the assist you gave them.” 

She laughed and shook her head. “Anything for my fans.”

“Anything?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Within reason.” She quickly added.

“So you’ll let me buy your drink, then.” 

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow and she turned around in her stool to face him, legs crossed and her silver heels shining. “So you’re a fan?”

“I am now.”

“I’ve had an open tab all night and I just promised Jian a big tip.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, and her eyes narrowed.

“And what do you want in return for so graciously picking up my tab?” 

A smirk appeared on Rio’s face and he slid one bar stool over to be closer to her. Their eyes never left one another. “I’d love to have a conversation with one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her lights lit up in surprise and delight at his words. That soft smile of hers, returning to her face. “I guess I could swing that. So what’s your name?”

“It’s Rio, sweetheart. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Rio….I like it. I see you’re familiar with Shaun. Y’all friends or something?”

“Or something.” He answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Or something. That’s not mysterious at all.” She joked.

“I aint no mystery baby. What you see is what you get.”

She snorted. “That’s what they all say.”

“Who?”

“Boys.” She retorted, finishing her drink.

“I’m all man and I’d love to demonstrate just how much of a man I am.” 

She looked back over to him and there was a delicious smirk on his face. No one man should be able to look like that. It’s too much power. “Tempting, but I have plans.”

“At 2 in the morning?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Is that judgment I hear in your tone Mr. ‘I-Can’t-Say-How-I-Know-Shaun?’”

Rio had to chuckle. “You got me there.”

She checked her phone and sighed at the time. “I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you Rio. Hope to see you again.” She then asked Ji-hoon to hand her the bag that was hidden behind the bar.

“You will.” He asserted, wondering why she didn’t use the employee lockers he remembered being installed. The thought was erased from his mind by her leaning into his personal space. His hand immediately went to her waist and his fingers grazed the top of her ass.

“I’m counting on it.” She whispered in his ear, before walking away and waving at a couple people as she went. He watched her the whole time and it wasn’t until she reached the exit that she turned her head to look back at him. He knew he had her.

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Deja Vú (2)

Florian Munteanu/OC

Its probably pretty awful but it was stuck in my head 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

After two weeks with her nieces their mother had finally picked them up from Angel. She didn't offer an excuse or extend a thank you but Angel wasn't expecting one either. She still checked on them while they were home because she knew her brother would want her to.

After work Angel decided to go to the hookah bar down the street from her house to relax. Her another friends usually went their together but they were all working but she didn't mind going alone.

She looked around the room as she sat in a booth waiting for a waitress. The room was dimly lit which is why she chose to sit at a booth with a small hanging light over it. Moments later, a brown skin girl dressed in black short shorts and a fitted black tee came to her table placing the hookah on it. She put fresh cubes at the top then smiled.

"Here you go. Its jungle juice flavored, love."

Angel looked at her strangely and took the hose from her, "Um ... this isn't mine. I didn't order this."

The waitress smiled. "It was from another customer. He asked me to send it to you."

"Oh no thank you. I'm good."

"Uh, no, I think you should keep it. Its the guy on the couch over there," The waitress explained pointing discreetly in the direction.

Rolling her eyes, Angel looked at who was on the sofa. When she did she spotted the man she had bumped into weeks ago sitting wide legged with the hookah hose in his hand. She smiled and sat back in the booth.

"Can you do me a favor and take it over to sit on his table? I'm gonna sit with him."

The waitress nodded waiting for Angel to get up and follow her. When she got to the table she sat beside him, turning her body sideways so she could look at him.

"Jungle juice?"

He laughed taking a pull from the hose.

"Seemed fitting. It got you here, didn't it?"

"I guess it did," she hummed picking up her own hose, "Why is it fitting?"

"Closest thing to jungle fever, no?"

Angel laughed for the first time in a while. She shook her head taking a pull.

"What do you think?" He asked watchign her facial expressions.

"Minty and fruity. I like it."

He nodded. "I have good taste. Looks like you do as well."

The two sat for another two hours talking about nothing in particular. They'd gone through four refreshers before Angel's phone vibrated on the table. She saw her nieces' picture pop up and answered putting her hand over her other ear.

"What's up, Nyla?" She asked quickly.

"Auntie, come get us, please."

"Why? Whats wrong?"

"Mama not here and her boyfriend got people in the house. They doin drugs, Auntie. I had to lock us in Nia's room."

Angel took a deep breath before answering. "Alright, I'm on my way. Stay in the room till I get there."

When they hung up, Angel looked over and started to call his name realizing she didn't know what it was.

"We've been sitting here and I don't even know you're name."

He leaned in close so she could hear him, "Florian."

She smiled and stuck her hand out to him which he took. His hand swallowed hers. "Well, Florian, I'm Angel."

"Hmm.... Angel? Never thought I'd see on walk the earth." He responded cooly slowly letting her hand fall from his.

"Cute," she laughed, "But I need to go, my nieces need me. "

Florian flagged the waitress down, "Give me a second to pay. I'll go with you."

"You don't gotta do that, Florian. I assume you were just apologizing for bumping me. All is forgiven."

After handing the waitress two hundred dollar bills, he laughed under his breath and stood up. He offered his hand to her which she took.

"Not what I was doing. Sounded like you were upset, I want to make sure all is okay."

Figuring that arguing wouldn't work, Angel followed him outside. He walked her to her car then told her to follow him to his building so he could drop his car off.

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"Your nieces okay?" He asked fifteen minutes into their drive.

"As long as they're in their room, they are."

"Is there a problem where they live?"

Angel nodded turning into the neighborhood. "Yeah, their mama got shit for brains."

Florian laughed at the tone of her voice. He understood the seriousness but to hear her so upset was sort of amusing to him after she'd been so happy and carefree at the bar.

"Something funny?"

"Yeah, the way you said that. You sound pissed."

"Cause I am," she snorted. "Stop making me wanna laugh."

When they pulled up to the house, Angel parked across the street and killed her engine. She saw the cars parked in front of the house and shook her head.

"You mind coming in with me to get them?"

Florian shook his head and started to get out, "Not at all. Come on."

The door was unlocked when they got to the porch so they walked on in. Florian walked closely behind her looking around the small house. Angel went straight to the living room she spotted 6 men and 2 women sitting around it.

"Chanda know you doin this shit in her house, Rod?" Angel asked loudly.

Rod jumped then scoffed when he realized who it was. "Man, gone somewhere with all that. Take ya bougie ass on."

"Yeah, after I get my nieces I will. I don't know why she let your dumbass have a key anyway." Angel fussed turning to leave the living room.

"I don't know why she gave you a key either, bitch. Airways messing shit up."

Angel started to turn around but Florian stopped her telling her to grab her nieces. She knocked softly on the bedroom door then called their names softly promoting them to open the door.

"Come on. We leaving, yall. Yall got what yall need?"

Nyla grabbed both their bookbags then her little sister's hand and walked out the bedroom. Shaking her head, Angel followed them down the short hallway and found Rod pinned against the wall by Florian. She gave Nylah the keys telling her to go get in her sub then rushed to Florian pulling his arm to no avail.

"Let him go. Its okay."

"Its not," he said simply, "Apologize to her."

Rod stuttered out an apology prompting Florian to let him go. Nodding, Angel pulled her new friend out of her sister's house to the suv.

"Girls, this is Florian. Florian, these are my nieces, Nia and Nylah." Angel said pulling off from the house. "We're gonna take him home then get food. Okay?"

Florian turned in his seat to smile at them. "Nice to meet you, girls."

"You our uncle? We never had one and we want one." Nia said smiling.

Angel sucked her teeth, "Nia, hush. That's not your business."

"Correction," Nyla added, "You never had a uncle, Nia. I did. But Auntie said he wasn't shit so he had to go."

"Nyla! Watch your mouth!"

Florian laughed turning back around in his seat, "I like them. They're funny."

"We like you too, Uncle Flo!" Nia squealed. "You come over for dinner?"

"Sure, I'd love too."

Angel side eyed him as she drove, knowing this was another losing argument.

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After picking up some soul food, they all went back to Angel's house to eat. She sent her nieces upstairs to bathe and change before they ate leaving Florian and her in the kitchen. Her phone rung while she fixed their plates, she answered it putting it on speaker.

"What, Chanda?"

"You been to my house?"

Angel sucked her teeth. "You know good and damn well I've been there. What do you want?"

"I want you to stay the hell.outta my house when I'm not there. Every time Nyla lying ass call you, ya bougie ass come runnin. Aint shit happen."

Angel put down the spoon she was holding and stared at her phone. "She didn't say anything happened other than Rod had people over there with drugs so what are you talking about?"

Chanda paused for a second then spoke, "Oh well don't worry about that then. But you heard what I said stop running over here aint shit wrong with them. They just spoiled cause of you."

"My nieces aren't liars and I'm always gon pick them up when they ask. You need to worry about leaving them there with Rod ass." Angel fussed rolling her neck as if Chanda could see her.

Chanda sucked her teeth. "You know what since you think you know everything and you and ya stupid ass brother think you can raise them better than I can then you keep they asses. I aint want them no way, lyin ass lil children."

"Whatver, Chanda. Thats fine, they would rather be here anyway."

Angel hung up the phone without waitng for a response and put her face in her hands trying to calm herself down. Florian, who she'd forgotten about in the midst of the argument, came around the island and wrapped his arms around him to comfort her. He rocked them from side to side letting her cry on his chest.

"So we live here now?" Nia asked softly from the doorway.

Angel pulled away from the hug wiping her face and pushed her hair behind her ears. She went over to both of her nieces, who'd been standing there since the tail end of the conversation.

"Yeah, I guess yall do. Is that okay?" She asked both of them.

Nyla shrugged, "Took long enough. Been tryna move here for months."

Nia hugged her aunt's legs smiling. "I love it here! We get to live with you forever!"

Angel hugged her back laugjing softly, "What about when ya daddy comes back?"

"Then he can come live here!"

Nyla laughed going to sit to the table, "No, Daddy said we getting our own house plus Auntie and Uncle Flo need their space."

Nia pulled away from the hug and ran to the table to her sister.

"Space for what?"

"To make our cousins, duh, Nia."

Angel rolled her eyes playfully when she heard Florian laughing. "Okay, okay, lets eat and stop talking about cousins."

"But I can still be their uncle," Florian asked playfully as he walked over to the table to sit down.

[wondermentishere]

I told myself to make time for this. Ive been living in Dallas for 4, beginning 5 days now. Stimmy just hit and I immediately put money aside for my rent, bills, and debt owed to my mom and grandma. I left $300 for me and it feels good to atleast have that in the bank I got to be honest. Being broke really does reduce the quality of life. Not because it reduces the quality of life, but because here in this country... in this world if you dont have money you have paranoia. You lack ease. It adds a very long list to fears that already exist surrounding security and necessities. It more than sucks. Ive been dealing with this consistently for 4 years straight lol. Well before Id say it was a problem for my family, but my mom always handled that and I can honestly say I never worried. Things may have been inconvenient, but I was never without. Shout out to Kimberly for that!!!!!!!! Shit its hard just taking care of me I cant imagine being responsible for 3 other humans and a needy ass dog lol. Shes the goat. So is my grandma. So is Aunt Noonie. Anyone really who has helped my mom. Honestly, anybody who has been and still is in her position. I respect moms and single fathers alot. Everyday is Mothers/Single Parent Day. Alot gets blurred out when abuse and frustration is often present in homes though. But thats a different topic. A good one too.

Anyway, yes Ive been having a good time. When I first touched down I couldnt believe it. Being reminded of the infrastructure here, how flat the land lays, and how simple the culture is puts me at ease. Im up for thrill and wonderment, but the simplicity of my home offers plenty of benefits. Especially the place Im at now; I need this retreat. My friends love me but are annoying lol. My family is refreshing but distant. Im constantly relearning and remembering. People I work with are definitely way nicer, likable, and inviting than the ones in Atlanta. I made real life friends, two virgos, that invited me into conversation. They waited for me so we can walk everywhere together (did not expect that at allll). Took my number and was down to start a group chat haha. They even waited with me until my uber pulled up!!!!!!! I haven’t experienced a closeness with strangers like this.... ever. It was very nice. Their names are Jocelyn, Breelynn, and mine is Ashlin. We figured that out at the end of our shift and were all very amused by it. The work was very easy. Didnt wear me out at all. I was definitely overdressed expecting to be in freezing climates which made me experience discomfort at some points. The building was a tad bit dirtier and older than what Im use to but it was okay. The kitchen we were in was built just like the UNT bakery which I thought was interesting. There were alot of older Asian women that were kinda entitled and looking at me crazy when I went to the bathroom. Im use to being uncomfortable out in public, but the angle the discomfort was coming from is new. I dont like it and have NOT missed it, but Ive been managing it my whole life. Whatever. They aint gon do shit. Started feeling empty the day before and decided to ride mom’s bike. I didnt feel “whole” again, but it definitely helped my mood. I feel like im prepared to have conversations now. I anticipate someone talking to me because I actually want it to happen now. Ive been isolated and lonely for so long and I dont want the reality of it any longer. Ive been on Tinder and HER starting to hit people up. Before, I couldn’t fathom why people have the urge to (in my mind constantly) reach out. Now I can say I definitely understand a bit better now. I just want to talk cause I see now the specific benefits of having different people to chill with. Its something Ive wanted for years, but I think Ebony has definitely opened my eyes to how to get it. And who to get it from as well. I dont think shes a unicorn for this, I think everyone has been living like this lol. Just not me. And she was a front row seat on how to live differently and satisfy needs that present themselves. (most of the time she was impulsively & irresponsibly dodging her problems but thats also another discussion) Ive definitely dropped and have forgotten how many connections I have made. Ive always felt so alone though because none of them were the closeness that I craved. Im paying attention to my reality now and can see how I could end up in a space of loneliness. This is why Im on dating apps 😂 my friends and family are great, but I need a certain intimacy they cant provide. I do not want a committed relationship though. At all. Anytime soon.