#i aint like this all the time but damn i have to pull out the mean side of me sometimes when people be getting on my nerves

[shmingleping]

Ok but why is it that I can't go even one fucking day in this house without seeing at least one spider all up in my stuff??

It's not just gross, it's horrifying. I'm incredibly arachnophobic, just thinking about it makes me itchy and uncomfortable. BLEH.

WHY WONT THEY FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE ?!?!?

[oddity036]

UNCLE MIKE PT 1:

I was visiting my dad's adopted brother, Uncle Mike, for the weekend as my parents were out of town, and this was a big problem for me. See, I'm 19, but they'd rather not leave me home alone after an accident last year. Now, the reason it was bad for me? Well...

I've always had this... Fantasy, you could call it? Of going up and just rubbing on his glorious gut... God, it's so big and hairy, but smooth at the same time. I just want to shove my face into it every time i see it and listen for hours.

Que me arriving there and my parents leaving. Everything was fine at first, i sat down watching the current baseball game with him, but the only "ball" i could really think about was the round sphere of a gut on Mike...

Then, the worst possible thing happened. Mike got up with a grunt and began to take his shirt off- "Whew son, it's hot as hell in here. That AC don't make a damn difference. Hope ya dont mind"

As you could imagine, I wanted to die on the spot.

"Hey, kid, come to think of it, mind grabbin me a cold one?"

I gladly went to the kitchen, happy to have any excuse to get him out of my line of sight, but when i returned and gave him the beer, he said

"Hey, before ya sit down... I dunno uh, how to put this but... I've noticed for a couple years now how ya been lookin at me. Specifically my gut. Of course, i can't blame ya, look at this thing! Ya dont get a gut like this off of nothin but beer and good mama's style food, huh?"

I could only sheepishly nod and stare back, terrified that I had been read so quickly and easily.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask, if you'll keep this between you and me, if ya wanna come get all those temptations outta yer system? I'm down for a good rubbin if you're good to give it"

I couldnt believe my ears, this was like a dream come true for me! Of course I (a bit too eagerly) agreed, and knealt down to get face to face with the gut i'd been admiring for years, running my fingers along the hairy surface, stretched taught with years of beer and mounds of food...

Then he asked...

"Hey... Y'know I aint got a whole lot of cash... It's a bit hard to afford too much food, especially for two people, so i have a... proposition of sorts. You eat dinner tonight, and I put you in my tank for the night to hold me over. I'll let ya out in the morning, promise."

I could only look at him, bewildered with what he was asking... It had to be a joke, right? He didnt really think he could swallow me whole, did he? But something in his eyes was telling me he was dead serious.

"Well, if that's a yes, you can help yourself to whatever ya want in the kitchen, just dont eat me out of house and home..."

20 minutes later, i returned to the living room, haven eaten a pack of ramen noodles. I looked at Mike with a questioning glance as he motioned for me to get closer

"Ya done then? Great. Cmere, " he said, as he grabbed me by the underarms and opened his mouth wide... I could smell the beer on his breath as he brought me closer, his mouth stretching impossibly wide, or was i getting smaller? At this point who knows...

He grabbed my shirt and quickly pulled it off as he then grabbed me and shoved me headfirst into the gaping maw. It was like nothing i'd ever felt before... then came the panic, I started to flail, fully realizing just what was happening only then, but it was too late. He slipped off my pants and socks, savoring the flavor until I fell entirely past his lips and into his stomach. In there, I could hear the gurgling of everything going on inside of him and his muffled voice from outside:

"Ohhh yeah kid... you really hit the spot. Well, I guess i'll see you in the morning, huh?"

I was about to reply as i felt his gut tighten and squeeze as he sat upright again, watching the game once more.

"Oh- Hell yeah, home run!"

[cxrsed-angel]

Overtime

pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader

rating: 18+

w.c: 2k

summary: You stay late after work with Joel at his construction office. (I suck at summaries, Joel and reader hookup in Joel's office after everyone leaves).

warning: No outbreak AU, Smut, P in V sex (unprotected), fingering, oral (male receiving), dbf ish!Joel, mention of age difference (Joel is like 40+, reader is 20+). Established relationship

a/n: first fic of 2025 🥳this is just porn with no plot that's been in my drafts sorry not sorry. Posting this in hopes it helps me get over my fear of posting fics on here and my forming hatred of this app. this was proof read by only me so sorry if they're mistakes. happy new year :)

You've been at the front desk all day organizing Joel’s clients for the projects and renovation, replying to emails, answering phones, doing your best to answer the questions you can, or forwarding the calls to Joel so he can explain what you can’t. 

 You’ve been his assistant at his construction office since you started college. Joel is a close friend of your dad’s and he had convinced Joel to hire you until you go back to college in the fall to help him organize and with his schedule. You answer the phone, reply to his emails, get his lunch, and do everyday assistant things. Instead, you found yourself bent over at his office desk as fucked you. Almost every day, after everyone had gone home for the day. 

Once you see everyone else has left and it was just you and Joel. You go to Joel’s office and knock on his door. You slowly open it and see him behind his desk on his computer. You take a second looking at him, the gray hair mixing with his brown hair, the little bit of grey coming in on his beard. You never really had a thing for older guys…until now. You see him looking at his computer through the black frame glasses on his nose. He looks up, noticing you standing in the doorway, taking his reading glasses off and setting them on the desk. 

“You can come in, don't worry. ‘Aint too busy.” His deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts of admiring him. You nod, closing the door behind you. He motions for you to come closer, and you waste no time going around his desk. You see emails and his digital ledger on the screen. Next to the computer, he has a large brown leather book, his physical ledger, because he’s yet to feel the need to go completely digital. 

“You know you could probably make this into a spreadsheet. I could help instead of having this double thing you got going on.” You suggest as you open the old ledger, flipping through it. “How long have you had this thing, the 90s, the 80s, oh my god, since Kennedy?” 

Joel closes it, rolling his eyes at the dig of his age and the systems he currently has. His hands go onto your waist, gently pulling you down to sit in his lap. 

“My system has lasted me this long, so I’ll stick with it. Thank you very much. If it were up to me, everything would've remained paper. Damn, computer is hard to read and makes my eyes hurt lookin’ at it all day.” He turns you towards him a bit, changing your focus away from his computer. You lean down, kissing Joel, feeling the scruff of his greying beard against his face. 

Feeling the blood rush in your body, the both of you have been waiting all day to have your hands on each other. He runs his hands up your skirt, bunching it up further on your thighs. You feel his bulge under you, growing harder as you continue making out passionately. His hands squeeze your thighs harder you feel his hard cock pressing against you. 

“Seeing you in this fucking tight skirt all day was killing me, sweetheart. I just wanted to take you in here and fuck you on my desk.”  

You continue kissing him, his hands moving down to your panties, his fingers tracing over your covered core, feeling your wetness. Joel kisses his neck. 

“So wet already?…” He pulls your underwear down, tossing it with your skirt on his office floor. 

His eyebrows raise, looking at you as his fingers rub along the outside of your folds. You shift, humping against his hand for more relief focusing on how good his finger felt rubbing your swollen and needy clit. 

You whine incoherently, mumbling at his words, words failing to form as you get more aroused. He slowly slides two of his fingers inside you, slowly pumping in and out of your aching pussy; hearing the wetness forming, you melt against him, your back pressing against his chest as he spreads your legs while you're sitting in his lap. 

“This is what you wanted, huh? Wanted me to give this needy pussy attention. This pretty little pussy needed me, I can tell? Wanted me to finger fuck under the desk while I’m talking to my clients?” you moan more as he slides a second finger stretching you out. He feels your wetness coat his finger as he thrusts them inside, curling up and reaching your sensitive spot. 

You cry out more. “Joel Joel, Joel!” moaning out his name, your mouth opens, forming an O as he continues fucking you with his fingers feeling your climax building, but the feeling fades as you feel his fingers leave your dripping pussy. You groan disappointedly as you feel. You pout, looking back at him at the arousal still clouding your brain.

“Relax, relax. I’ll give ya what you want soon.” he places a hand on your shoulder, gently moving you off the familiar seat of his lap. You look at him, your face flush as you feel the room getting hotter. 

He softly kisses you quickly before his hard cock straining through his jeans as you kneel in front of him, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and pulling them down along with his boxers. He stares down at you, his eyes full of lust as he watches you spit in your hand before slowly stroking his big cock, teasing him. He rolls his eyes back as he leans in the chair. 

After jerking him off, for a little you place his hard length in between your lips. You slowly insert the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking on it and tasting the salty precum on your tongue.  

Joel groans as you tease him, not being able to take it anymore. He shoves his dick deeper into your mouth, making you choke. You followed his pace, bobbing your head up and down the length of his shaft, using your hands to jerk off the rest of what you couldn't fit in your mouth. 

“That’s it, that’s it. Attagirl, Take it all. Know you can.” You listen, taking him deeper in the back of your throat, your eyes watering. You relax, hallowing your cheeks; his office is filled with the sound of you gaging around his cock. 

“F-fuck, sweetheart, your mouth feels so good. You enjoy this, aren’t ya, sucking the cock of a man twice your age?”

You nod, trying to agree as he continues using your mouth; you look up at him and see his eyes rolling back closed as his chest heaves, still praising you as you suck him off. His grunts and moans get louder; he starts fucking your mouth for a bit, thrusting his cock deeper before letting you come up to catch your breath, taking his cock out of your mouth. 

“Fuck baby…bet your dad didn’t expect you to be on your knees for me every day after work when he suggested you come work for me, huh.” 

You wipe your mouth as you hear his joke, still on your knees, his hand still on your head, rubbing your hair.  “Just don't let it slip out on guys' night after a few beers. Don't know who he’d be more mad at, me or you.” 

You push the thought of anyone finding out about you and Joel in the back of your mind; you don’t want to think about what your dad will say or how he’ll scold you for sleeping with his best friend and your boss. 

He laughs as he grabs your hand, helping you stand up; he kisses you sloppy, crashing his lips onto yours. Tasting himself on your lips. “Don’t worry, ain’t gonna tell him.” 

 He holds your waist, unzipping your skirt and helping you step out of it. He moves it out of the way before moving you towards the desk; he watches you bend over the desk, can’t resist the urge to stare at your ass, he squeezes it before landing another smack on it. 

“You ready, baby girl?” he asks softly, still caressing your lower back. You nod, looking back at him. 

“Yes, yes, Joel, please. I need you,” you whine, not being able to wait any longer. Instead of giving in to what you want, Joel laughs lightly. 

“Sorry, baby, I couldn't hear you; what do you need?” He taunts you as he runs a finger along your folds, making you whimper as frustrated as his teasing. 

“Joel! Oh my god, just fuck me-” Your snappy sentence is cut short, interpreted by his big cock slowly entering the tip inside you; both of you gasp as he pushes more of his length inside you. 

“You just don't know when to shut up, do you, baby? I told you I’d give you want.” His voice is deep and condensing, which arouses more if you're being honest. 

He moves his hips a bit more, and your moans fill his office. And you feel him bottom out inside you, but he doesn't move, letting you get used to his size. After a minute, you nod, letting him know you could move. He slowly moves his hips, thrusting inside you, and you moan more as you feel him deep inside. 

“F-Fuck Joel, you’re so big. Feel you so deep,” Joel growls as his hips start moving faster; he grips your hips tightly fucking into you more. Joel’s office desk rattles underneath you from the force Joel was fucking you. 

“I know, baby, I know, baby. God, You feel so good. How’re you so tight every time? ‘Feel you clenching ‘round me, sweetheart.” his thrust gets faster. 

“Fuck-fuck Joel right there.” you moan as his hard cock stretches you out. You hear him groan as he fucks you harder after hearing the name. He pushes you down onto his desk, moving his papers and construction plans out of the way, off to the side. You feel his hand grab one of your legs, lifting it up onto the desk. The new angle has you feel more of him deeper inside your sensitive core; the arousal builds as you feel your release building, and Joel can, too. 

“Fuck…Joel…I’m-I’m.” You moan and whine as Joel continues thrusting inside you, helping you reach your release. He reaches a hand in between your thighs and rubs your clit as he continues fucking into you, bringing you closer to your climax. 

“C’mon baby, I feel you squeezing ‘round me. Know you’re close. Cum for me, sweetheart.” 

 You feel the knot in your lower stomach and hold on the desk as you cum around Joel’s cock. Your orgasm hits hard, and closing your eyes, you shudder, coming down from your release. 

“That’s it honey, that’s it. Good girl, fuck baby, ‘m not gonna last much longer, Jesus-.” Joel grunts as his thrust gets more and more sloppier. Joel presses deep inside you. He leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as cums. His warm load releases inside your sensitive cunt. You both let out a moan together before relaxing against his desk. You feel him slide out of him, you breathing heavily. 

Joel slowly pulls out after taking a couple of seconds to catch your breath. He lets out a low groaning “Goddamn.” 

He sits back on the chair. He gently grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap. You turn, pulling Joel into a kiss.

“I love you, sweetheart, but we gotta head out before the alarm comes on.” You nod, kiss his cheek, and then down his neck, feeling his hands on your waist.

“You don’t know the alarm code to your own construction office?” you ask a bit skeptically, but Joel just laughs and hands your skirt to you from the floor. 

“I know the code, smartass, just don't feel like messing with the damn thing.” he explains as he’s cleaning you off with a tissue. You nod before leaving his lap, putting your skirt and underwear back on as Joel adjusts his pants. 

“Oh shit, almost forgot. The Smiths said they want to change the hardwood they chose because they don’t think it matches the new wallpaper and wanted to expand the kitchen..” Joel turns his computer off, grabs his coat, and his hand goes to your waist, leading you out of his office. He listens to you tell him about the client from earlier. Ushering you out the door to his truck. 

“Honey… I don't work after 5 p.m., so you don't work after 5 p.m., come on.” He opens the passenger seat of his truck before getting in the driver's seat.

“I know, I just need to write it down so I don’t forget my boss is a real hard ass.” Joel rolls his eyes at your teasing, as he pulls out of the office parking lot leaving, to take you home.

[midnite-c6]

i have so many different au ideas with namgyu and thanos

imagine frontman!namgyu and thanos (imagine there can be two) and timid!reader (who won a game before but wanted to stop it like Gi-hun)

frontman!namgyu and thanos who joins the game again to see their timid!reader, seeing how you’re just as shy as you were when you first played.

frontman!namgyu and thanos know you can protect yourself but they can’t help but be protective especially after seeing how shy you still are

ong the manipulation AND the mocking. foaming at the mouth, drooling. offtopic: 001 was hot asf, but this aint abt him.

frontman!thanos & nam-gyu x timid!reader imagine!! warnings: 18+, DARK content, noncon, sa, manipulation (please read at ur own risk guys D: !!!!)

god they were definitely laughing to themselves to see you try again in stopping their games, i mean, who tf r u anyway, but damn were you so cute for trying. like.. watching you last time, neither of them expected you to win, but theyre def pleased you did! and now that you joined again.. they decided to play with you and your feelings! omg you'll be saying your masterplan and they'd nod so sweetly like they trust you with all their heart :< & when you tell them to vote X, they vote X! you just can't help but be grateful since the two "sweetest" boys who seem pretty strong are on your team, (they're not, but they're definitely tag-teaming you)

ohhh you're so glad that there were truly good people in the world, or you were just too naive..and dumb.. so dumb for trusting them, trusting them SO much to let them give you one last sweet goodbye before fighting the guards during lights out..

nam-gyu wraps his arms around your waist securely, nuzzling against the crook of your neck, your back tightly pressed against his chest. thanos is on watch duty since you suggested that one person should always stay awake during lights out, they cleverly figured that one of them should keep you eeeeextra safe, and who are you to really decline the offer?

nsfw below!!-> (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).

his warm breath tickles the exposed skin of your neck. he had always been the more 'physical' one from the two, he loves to just touch you everywhere, and you let him, i mean he's just so caring, and his past is so tragic you can't help but feel bad :<. his hand moves from your waist to your stomach, before going higher to lightly graze your chest. you squirm underneath his touch, lightly moving his hand, thinking it wasn't intentional. a few minutes later,, he'd move his hand again, this time underneath your shirt, lightly squeezing your chest, making you go wide awake! "nam-gyu.." "yeah?.." he whispers sleepily, "..i can't sleep, miss." he'd continue to tease your nipples, making them harden by his rough fingers :< "w..why are you touching me there?" you whispered so purely, you're gonna be the death of him, he hums, "why..? do you want me to touch you somewhere else?" you couldn't help but whine from the painful feeling, "n-nam-gyu.." he shushes you, "it's okay.. i'm gonna miss you. once we defeat whoever's behind these games, we might not see eachother again.." his hand quickly moved underneath your pants, slipping easily past the waistband of your panties, "but.. w.. we'll definitely see eachother again.." he groans "do you not want this?" "u-uhm.." you can't reply, distracted by his pointer finger hastily tickling your sensitive bud or how your skin feels warmer and warmer by his hot breath touching your skin everytime he exhales. "i just want to thank you, for guiding us, keeping everyone alive y'know?" you still couldn't reply. "its like..." his lips brush your skin, "..you are an angel sent from above." how could you decline??

"time's up bro- oh, shit, you actually did it." thanos looked in awe, but he'd quickly pull at player 124's jacket and take him away off of you, "fuck you." nam-gyu only replied as thanos takes his spot. he'd make you face him, seeing a "betrayed" look on your face. "oh what's wrong, baby..?" he pouted, a hand gently cupping your face. you'd stare right into his blue eyes. "don't.. don't worry, we're just both scared, like you.." you furrow your brows, what does he mean?? "i mean.. there's a chance we die tomorrow.. baby, i'll forever forget not getting a taste of you, you understand, right?" you nodded, only because you were being nice, not because you understood. he smiled.

"this'll be fast, angel." you were such an angel. really.

sorry i love nam-gyu somuch guys sorrh GETTING THRU MY DRAFTS ONE BY ONE!! WOOO!! thanos x namgyusgf!reader next!! :^

[passionxwrites]

Summer Romance 3

Pairings: ModernAU! Elias “Stack” Moore x BlackOC! (Cymone) x Elijah “Smoke” Moore

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, use of the N-Word, suggestive language, heavy kissing and touching, fingering

Word Count: 5.8K

Masterlist

Cymone

“Girl I can’t believe the way that man laid me low, spread me wide, and ate me up like he didn’t have a whole meal five minutes before!”

Laughter soon filled the room as Cymone and Reana lay in her room while Reana recounted the events of her date with Sammie the night before.

“He had dinner but he wanted you for dessert,” Cymone jokingly added as she passed Reana the expertly rolled blunt they had been smoking. The weed was a courtesy of Duke since he basically forced her to watch his spoiled ass daughter the night before.

“Well bitch I’ll be that then! I ain’t never experienced no shit like that before. Girl I saw stars and not the ones coming through the sunroof. I can’t believe Sammie is such an eater,” Reana exclaimed as she all but vibrated next to Cymone on the king sized bed.

“Damn, I wanna see what that be like,” Cymone responded as her eyes widened while Reana went on to explain the experience. She turned just in time to see Reana sitting there with her lips turned up.

“What?”

“Bitch you can! You got three niggas sniffing after you and you aint giving none of them the time of day. That’s real greedy.”

“What three niggas? Only nigga I kinda had was Rashad and he put a bad taste in my mouth after I saw him leaving Tricia party with Lori. Nigga tried to sneak off like nobody was gone hear that loud ass Hellcat peel out the parking lot,” Cymone spoke as she kissed her teeth. She actually kinda liked Rashad a lil bit but after they danced at the party he had the nerve to ask her if she was gone go home with him. Cymone immediately shut it down and said he would have to take her out first and then he started acting funny. Later she peeped him getting in his car with Lorianne Stevenson, another girl in her class that was known to be loose, and from that moment on she wrote him off.

“Oh shit I forgot about that! Well fuck him cause you still got Mike and Ike fine asses. Shittt that’s better than anything.”

Cymone couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. Ever since the day they were all over at her place Reana had become determined to always refer to them as some type of duo whether it was twins or not.

“Girl please! Smoke and Stack is not checking for me like that plus they are Duke bestest friends. He done know them niggas since they was all kids.”

“One, Bert and Ernie definitely need that from you and you’re being willfully ignorant about it and that’s fine. Two, what the fuck yo pussy gotta do with Duke? You a grown ass woman sweetie.”

Cymone only rolled her eyes as she took another pull from the blunt. She felt as though Reana was reading a little too much into her interactions with the twins. Sure they flirted with her from time to time, they always found a reason to be in her business, and a reason to touch her……but that didn’t mean they liked her. Right?

“Look girl you can keep on acting like them niggas aint feeling you but I deep down in my gut, I know that at least one of them, if not the both of them, will make that shit known at some point. Them niggas grown grown so I can’t see them staying satisfied with yall lil cats and mice game.”

“It aint no game and aint nothing going on. Plus I ain’t finna talk to two brothers. That’s weird and I’m gone look like a hoe.”

“No bitch what you gone look like is lucky as hell.”

“You just got a answer for every damn thang don’t you.”

“Duhhh, I’m prolific!”

Cymone only continued to sit there in thought as she mulled over the possibility of the twins liking her. Of course any girl would be happy to be the object of either Elias or Elijah’s affections. Both men had a way about them that drew her in. Smoke was always so captivating with his quiet dominance. He could walk into any room and command everyone’s attention without a single word but when he did open his mouth? He had the smoothest way with words and his voice was all deep and rough. It was almost like gravel. His voice had been like that even when he was a teenager and it was probably the main thing Cymone liked about him. Then there was Stack. Although he was about the cockiest nigga alive he was also the easiest to talk to. He had a way of making you feel comfortable before you could even fully notice it yourself. He was a walking safe space for her and his energy was always light and playful even when it didn’t need to be.

Each one of them held a special significance in her heart but did that mean that she wanted to possibly ruin a friendship that had just gotten back on track? And yes she was grown but she was worried about how people would look at it. How would Ganny react? How would Duke react? Shit how the hell would the city of Jackson react? It was easier said than done to just ignore everybody.

Cymone continued to let Reana’s words echo in her mind well after her friend left and night began to fall over the sky. In an effort to think about something else she decided to put a couple bags of candy in her big snack bowl and watch a few episodes of A Different World. Just as she had begun to get comfortable on the couch with her bowl and blanket, Duke burst through the door with his little girl in tow.

Ava Cymone Stanton was born 3 years ago and she was the absolute llight of Duke’s life. If people thought he spoiled Cymone they obviously didn’t see what he would do with Ava. One blink of her big doe eyes and he was doing whatever she asked which made her feel as though everybody was supposed to do it as well. The problem was Cymone was head spoiled girl in charge and Ava wasn’t gone get it as easy with her so they lowkey butted heads like they were the same age.

“Uh uh! I am not watching that lil demon again Devonte!”

“Damn, hello to you too. Calm down, I don't need you to watch her but I do need a favor from my first baby,” he said as he sat down and put Ava in his lap while looking over at Cymone with a fake pout.

“You look like Donkey when he tried to look cute in Shrek. Fix your face,” Cymone retorted as she grimaced over at her cousin.

“You got a smart ass mouth on you and I’m sick of that shit,” Duke shot back as he placed his hands over Ava’s ears so she wouldn’t hear him cussing.

“Whatever ju. What you need me to do?”

“I need you to go to drop this envelope off to Smoke. He need it for the club.”

Well isn’t this fucking great. 1 out of 2 of the niggas I’m trying to avoid.

“Shouldn’t you be dropping off some important shit to him yourself? I’m sure he wouldn’t want me all up in his business.”

“You must be forgetting it’s my business too. Plus that nigga ain’t gone mind. He got a lil crush on you anyway.”

Cymone’s eyes damn near popped out of her head at Duke's last sentence.

“What you say,” she inquired as she almost choked on her every word.

“What? That Smoke like you? Shit I think Stack like you too,” he said calmly as if he was talking about the weather and not his two best friends allegedly having a crush on his cousin. Cymone was literally staring at him as if he had two heads.

“Wh- why you think something like that?”

“I done known them niggas since I was 5. You think I don’t know when they feeling somebody?” Plus I noticed a lil jealousy from em at Tricia party when was dancing with that Richard nigga.”

“His name is Rashad.”

“Whatever the fuck his name is really don’t mean shit to me. I know when they like somebody and they like you so it don’t matter if you drop it off. Now, can you do this for me please? I gotta take Ava to a birthday party in Flowood and I aint got time. I’ll get you whatever you want if you do it.”

Cymone sat there and blew out a deep breath before she reluctantly gave in.

“Fine but I want that light pink Brahmin bag we saw in the mall the other day.”

“Deal! I’ll have that purse to you by tomorrow night. Thank you Punkin Wunkinnn,” he dragged out as he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah whatever. Let this be your last favor till July.”

“Yeah aight. See you later, love you kid.”

“Love you too,” she called to his retreating frame as he carried Ava out of the house.

She then turned her head to the manila envelope that was almost taunting her as it lay on the table. She knew it was probably something illegal in the envelope because that’s all Duke's ass was wrapped in and the twins were no saints. It was truly no telling who they had to rob and/or kill out in Chicago to come up on all of that money but it wasn’t none of Cymone’s business so going through that envelope was the last thing on her mind.

All she could think about was having to see Smoke now that all of these thoughts were running through her mind. She was feeling a little raw and exposed and his perceptive ass could see almost anything. She halfway thought he could read her mind sometimes and he had a way of making her nervous as hell. It was them damn eyes. They were dark but not in an intimidating way. No it was in a way like he could see through you and it always felt like she was under a microscope.

“It’s just Smoke Cymone,” she muttered to herself as she shook the racing thoughts from her head and rose from the couch.

She made the journey from the living room to her room upstairs at the end of the hallway so she could refresh herself and find something to wear. If she had to be around his ass she would at least look good.

After washing her face she decided to throw on a thick black headband since her silk press was getting a little old. She walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of True Religion jeans and white tank top. Once she was dressed she slid her feet into a pair of birkenstock slippers and put on a little lip gloss. She grabbed her purse from her vanity chair and made her way downstairs. After she snatched the envelope from the table she started the alarm system for the house and hopped in her truck.

She knew the way to the location of the club because everyone in the city was familiar with that building so it didn’t take her long to pull into the parking lot. From outside she could see that the twins had worked real hard on the place. Gone was the old wooden frame with the chipped paint and in its place was something completely modern. They had somebody repaint the building all black, repaved the parking lot, added some greenery, and put in a new door. She also took notice of the flashy sign on the very front of the building in big gaudy silver letters.

“Club Juke huh? That’s nice,” she said to herself as she parked her truck next to Smoke’s old school candy red Chevy Impala.

The girl closed her eyes for a quick second and said a few encouraging words to herself before she grabbed her things and jumped out the truck to head into the building. Once she got to the building she realized the door was locked but she could Smoke in the distance on his phone. She knocked on the sleek glass door, being careful not to knock too hard but loud enough he could hear her. Noticing she got his attention she waited patiently as he walked to the door and unlocked it to let her in.

He looked down at her with his brows furrowed until he noticed the envelope in her hand and his face relaxed.

“Yeah, imma call you back tomorrow. Have that shit fixed asap,” he spoke as he hung up the phone and stepped to the side so she could enter the building.

“Hey there boss man,” her tone laced with humor as she swayed past him into the building.

“Hey there, trouble. What you doing round my neck of the woods,” he asked as she placed the envelope on top of the bar and turned to face him.

“Duke had something to do with Ava so he asked me to drop this off,” she answered as she swallowed a little hard, already getting caught up in his energy. It was suffocating and she had to take a step back just so she could breathe.

As if he could sense her inner turmoil Smoke stepped completely forward into her space as he looked down at her with a small smirk playing on his face.

“You look good today Sugar.”

Sugar

He always called her that when she was younger. Said it was because he knew she was sweet on the inside but always wanted to look sour on the outside.

“I haven’t heard that name in a minute. Can’t believe you remember that,” she said with a small giggle.

“You’ll always be my Sugar girl,” he said and Cymone felt the air in the room escaping her rapidly. She needed to gain some distance so she cleared her throat and began walking around as if she was taking a look at the inside of the place. She was really running and she prayed he didn’t follow her.

“Y’all really turned this place out man. I don’t even recognize it in here,” she said as she took in the sitting areas, the dance floor, and the spot for the DJ.

“Let me guess Sammie must gone be the DJ,” she said jokingly as she turned expecting him to still be in the same spot by the bar but instead he was right behind her, analyzing her every move.

“Gotta let lil cous share his musical talents with everybody. We gone let him sing on R&B nights,” he spoke as he engulfed her with his every being again.

“Oh, that’s really good for him,” she spoke as she tried to move away again but this time his hand was wrapped around hers before she could move any further.

“Why you running from me?”

Cymone looked at him in faux indifference as if he was overreacting but on the inside the big red alarm was going off in her head. He could always figure her out.

“Boy I am not running from you,” she said as she let out a shaky laugh while slowly trying to pull her hand away. Already taking notice of her game, Smoke removed his hand from hers only to place them both on the section table behind them, effectively trapping her.

Cymone’s breath hitched because now she knew there was nowhere to turn and this man obviously wanted answers. She had also begun to feel like Reana had jinxed her and she made a mental note to cuss her ass out later.

“You always run from me. Every time I take a step at you, you back up and I ain't just talkin bout tonight either,” he spoke as he leaned down so he could really look into her face, into her eyes.

“I don’t know what you talkin bout Elijah. You really on one tonight,” she said as she turned her head so she wouldn’t be making eye contact with him. That soon proved futile because just as soon as she turned her head he was lightly grabbing her face to turn it back to him.

“Eli-,” and just as she began to call his name his lips were on hers. For a second Cymone was frozen in shock as her brain was still trying to catch up but it didn’t take her long to melt into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they were kissing passionately as if they were long lost lovers. It started off soft but it quickly progressed into something so feral. She could have sworn she heard his ass growl as he continued to push his body into hers as if they could get any closer.

Cymone had never been kissed like this before and she didn’t want it to end and thankfully he didn’t either. Soon Smoke’s hands were under her ass and he was lifting her up onto the seat as began trailing his kisses from her lips, down her neck, and over the top of her breasts. Cymone let out a small whimper as she felt the room heating up expeditiously. She then grabbed Smoke’s face and brought his lips back to hers already missing how they felt.

Cymone didn’t know how long they had been going at it but it felt like forever. She was breathless but she didn’t want to stop. She was officially lost in all things Smoke and she didn’t plan on coming out but they were soon interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone on the table next to them. The ringing phone was like a cold bucket of water to Cymone and she immediately pulled away as her senses started to come back to her and she remembered where she was and who she was with.

I kissed Smoke. Smoked kissed me.

Smoke walked off to check his phone and Cymone continued to sit on the seat and stare down at the floor as she tried to collect herself. After a few minutes Smoke was done with the call and he was back in her space snatching away her peace yet again.

“Sorry, that was the liquor distributor. Had to take that,” he spoke calmly as his hands rubbed along her outer thighs.

“You’re fine, I know you got business to handle. Um, I should probably go though,” she said as she tried to move his hands so she could get down and hightail her ass the fuck out of there before she did something she had no business.

“There you go tryna run again like I won’t chase you,” Smoke said as he thwarted her plans of getting away yet again.

Cymone rubbed her hands over her face in frustration.

“I’m not running from you Smoke damn!”

“Then why you keep tryna get away from me like I scare you?”

“Cause you do! You got this way about you that draws me in before I can even think and I shouldn’t-,” she started but then stopped herself knowing she was beginning to say too much.

“You shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t like me? Or you shouldn’t like me and my brother?”

Cymone only stared at him as she felt herself getting worked up. She only shook her head as she once again tried to remove his hands from her body which he again blocked her from doing.

“You done always belonged to the both of us, Cymone. Whether you realized that shit or not. From the very moment we met you we had been taking care of you. You special to us. You aint like these regular bitches walkin round Jackson tryna come up on a nigga with some money. You done always been smart, had your own mind, your own goals. You are ours.”

Cymone damn near felt like the air was being snatched out of her lungs. There was no way this could be real. She had to be dreaming right now and she even went as far as to pinch herself so she could wake up.

“You aint dreaming Sugar. I mean this shit with everything in me.”

She finally stared him straight in the eye and saw just how serious he really was. Smoke liked her. Apparently Stack liked her too. Any other girl would have been over the moon but Cymone was scared shitless.

“Elijah please,” she practically begged as she once again moved his hands except this time he relented realizing she needed her space to digest all of this.

He stepped back from out of her space and she quickly made a move to the bar and grabbed her purse to run out of the club but not before glancing back at Smoke to see him staring intently at her as she left. She made it into the comfort of her truck and laid her head on the steering wheel as she took in a few deep breaths.

“What the fuck have you done Cymone,” she let out into the air as she started the truck and made the quick drive home. Once she got there she noticed Ganny’s white Cadillac parked out front and had half a mind to go crawl in her arms but a look at her clock showed it was too late for that and Ganny was definitely asleep. She instead went inside the home and settled on taking her forgotten candy bowl upstairs so she could eat and watch her comfort show in the safety of her bed until she fell asleep.

She woke up the next morning and the memories of the previous night instantly came rushing back and Cymone groaned as soon as she felt her face heat up. The rumors were definitely true about Smoke being an A-1 kisser and she couldn’t help but to wonder if the other things she heard about him were true as well.

Stop it.

Cymone shook her head and pulled herself from her bed deciding she would take a nice soak and play some music to relax her wound up nerves. She moved to her bathroom and began running water in her clawfoot tub and turned on her speaker that was built into her bathroom wall. She elected to play her Vibing playlist knowing she needed a calmer mood to truly rest her nerves. She added some honey and oatmeal bubble bath to water and tested the temperature before stripping from her pajamas and getting into the warm tub.

Before long she gave into the relaxation and eventually fell asleep as she rested her head on her tub pillow as the smooth voice of Masego flooded her ears. After about 30 minutes her eyes slowly opened to the bright sun blooming into her bathroom and she quickly took notice of how much the water had cooled. She made haste in cleansing her body and exiting the tub so she could rub herself down in her vanilla scented Tree Hut body butter. Once she was moisturized she wrapped her body in a towel and grabbed her phone, making her way out of her bathroom and into her room.

“Damn girl. Thought you had drowned in there.”

Cymone yelped with a jump as she placed her eyes on none other than Stack who had made himself entirely too comfortable in her bed. The nigga had taken off his shoes and he was propped up with the remote in his hand as he flipped through channels. Cymone stared at him incredulously with her hand placed on her chest as she tried to calm her quickly beating heart.

“Nigga are you fucking crazy? Did you break into my house?”

“Now I know I’m a criminal but I don’t do break ins baby girl. Ms. Etta let me in on her way to bingo.”

Cymone cursed under her breath. She shoulda woke Ganny up and told her she was into it with the twins so she wouldn’t be all nice and keep letting their overbearing asses in the house.

I literally can’t escape these niggas man.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence on this fine Saturday Elias,” Cymone threw out sarcastically as she crossed the room to her closet so she could put on some clothes. Being in the closet away from him gave her the space to breathe and straighten out her nerves that he had frazzled just from being a few feet away from her. The girl had it bad and they weren’t making it easy on her at all.

After throwing on some gray yoga pants and a loosely fitting cropped t-shirt she placed her feet into her slippers and emerged from the closet with her arms folded. She eyed Stack down expectantly as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. He still hadn’t given an explanation as to why he was there.

Dammit. He looks good as usual.

He was dressed in a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular body so good Cymone could weep. He also had on a pair of grey sweatpants and she could see his black cats sitting by her door and he had on his signature gold chain. Him and Smoke were walking sex and Cymone was fighting tooth and nail to keep her legs closed.

“Hello! Why are you here Stack,” the girl shouted as her aggravation began to grow the more he took up space in her room.

Stack slowly looked up from his phone with his eyebrows furrowed as if she had lost her mind.

“Imma let that slide cause I know ya lil ass going through something right now. But don’t get loud with me again babygirl,” he said as he rose from her bed and walked around to stand in front of her.

Cymone cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders as he got closer and she began to smell his cologne. He was taking over her senses and she was slyly looking around to find a way to get some space away from him. She was never one to run away from her problems but this was just too much for her.

“I see you tryna run so let me stop you while you ahead. We need to talk.”

Ever the defiant one Cymone rolled her neck up at him with a quirk of her eyebrows as if she didn’t know what he could possibly be talking about.

“We don’t have anything to talk about Elias,” she said slickly as she found a way to walk around him and sit on her bed. That was a big mistake. She could see the light come on his head and that grin immediately found its way to his face as he stalked over to her and quickly caged her in before she could move. This was feeling like Déjà Vu.

“Oh but we actually have much to discuss Angel. You see Smoke came home and told me about last night and I’m just happy he was the one to break the ice so I can go ahead and finish melting that shit for you.”

“Y’all can’t be serious,” she breathed out shakily as tried to find some semblance of this being a sick joke in his eyes just as she had done with Smoke the night before but all she saw was complete seriousness.

“We are serious Cymone. We want you. What’s so bad about that,” he asked her almost pleadingly.

“Everything is bad about that,” Cymone basically yelled as she found some strength to push him back. Once he was moved she stood up and began pacing her room.

“Y’all are brothers nigga! Imagine how people round here gone be looking at me knowing I’m fooling round with some brothers let alone twin brothers! I’ll be the biggest whore in this town. Way worse than Lori or Tamia! Do y’all not get that,” she asked as she looked at him with her arms spread out.

“You think we give a fuck what these people think out here? Huh! You think that shit supposed to stop how we feel about you? Newsflash baby it ain't! You need to get that through yo thick ass skull and stop worrying about what these lame ass niggas and weak ass hoes gone think man,” he shouted back as he once again walked into her space looking like he wanted to shake some sense into her.

Cymone sat back onto her bed as a million thoughts continued to float through her mind about all of the negative possibilities that could come from her being involved with the twins. She placed her head in her hands and began massaging her temples as she felt a headache nearing which only furthered her agitation. She then felt him as he moved to stand in front of her and lowered himself down onto his knees to be eye level with her. He cautiously placed his hands on hers and removed them from her head before staring into her eyes.

“You ours Cymone. Gone always be ours to care about and protect,” he said softly as he held her hands in his.

“Why me?”

“Why not you? I mean, it’s always been you can’t you see that? Even when we was just friends we would drop whatever we was doing when you called and it’s the same way now. Aint nothing gone change that,” he said as he moved his hands to her cheeks while laying his forehead against hers

Cymone grabbed his hands on her face and began to try to move them and before she could blink he was on her. He smashed his lips onto hers so fervently their teeth clashed against each other but neither one of them missed a beat. Cymone moved her hands from his on her face and placed them around his neck as she had done Smoke last night but this time Stack made the decision to lean up and lay her back so he could place his body on top of hers on the bed.

A part of Cymone knew this was insane but the part of her that wanted to enjoy whatever Stack was willing to give was officially in the driver seat and she wasn’t giving up the keys anytime soon. Once her and Stack were both on the bed she trailed her hands down his back and then lightly ran her nails back up. Stack groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss to hold himself up on his hands.

“You drive me fucking crazy. All I do is think about you,” he said almost painfully as he stared down at her as if she was his entire world.

“You drive me crazy too,” she finally admitted as her eyes ran over his face and zeroed in on his lips. With her focus on them she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to her for another searing kiss and she soon felt his hands running up and down her sides before his left hand ran across her stomach almost as if he was hesitating. Sensing what he really wanted Cymone pushed him back and rose to her knees on the bed. She made sure she had his eye contact as she removed her crop top and threw it across the room. With her lip placed between her teeth she leaned a little closer to him as she gripped the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up and off of him with his assistance.

Once they were both topless Stack sat against her headboard and quickly pulled her on top of him to where she was straddling his lap. As soon as she made contact with him her lips were on his and the room felt like a furnace. They were engrossed with each other and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Stack pulled away much to her dismay causing her to whimper in protest.

“Can I,” he asked as his eyes shifted from her face to her chest.

“Yeah,” Cymone almost whispered and without another thought he placed his mouth on her right nipple as his hand began to twirl her left one. Her head was thrown back in pleasure and before long she found herself rocking against him. Sweet Jesus was this man working with a monster.

Another rumor confirmed to be true.

“Elias,” she moaned out as his hand that wasn’t occupied with her nipple slowly began to inch its way to the front of her pants. He pulled his mouth away as he once again looked at her to gauge her reaction as he fully pushed his hands past her yoga pants and underwear. The minute his hand made contact with her bare flesh she gasped and also sent up a thanks to Reana for making sure she got wax a couple days ago.

“You so fucking wet,” he said huskily as he leaned his head into her neck and began sucking on the soft skin. He slowly began to rub on her clit in soft circles causing her moans to fill the room instantly. He stopped his attack on her neck and grabbed her chin with a little force causing her to open her eyes and look down at him.

“You the most beautiful woman I ever met,” he said almost drunkenly as he slowly began to push a finger into her causing her mouth to drop open into an o. Just as he began to stroke her a phone ringing jolted them both out of the lustful haze.

Cymone jumped and quickly located her forgotten phone on her nightstand. From her position she could see it was Ganny calling so she hastily removed herself from Stack so she could answer the phone.

“He- hey Ganny,” she said breathlessly while rubbing her hand down the side of her face.

“Hey Punkin. Why you breathing so hard baby?”

“I was running up the stairs cause I heard my phone ringing from downstairs.”

“Oh well is Stack still at the house,” Cymone’s eyes flickered over to Stack to see him already staring at her with that same look in his eyes and an obvious bulge in his pants. She quickly cleared her throat and turned her attention back to her conversation with her grandma.

“Yes ma’am he’s still here.”

“Good, I’ll be pulling up to the house in about 5 minutes and I need y’all help getting groceries out the car.”

“Yes ma’am,” and with that Cymone hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the beautiful man sitting on her bed.

“Ganny’s gonna be back in 5. She need help getting the groceries out the car,” she said under her breath while pulling on her shirt and fixing up her hair so she could look presentable.

“Okay but this conversation aint over,” he said back as he too put his clothes back on causing Cymone to roll her eyes.

“And the next time Smoke gone be there.”

Fuck.

Note: Heyyyy, I'm a little late so sorry don't kill me. This is my first time writing a spicy scene and I'm so scared with how it turned it out but I wanted to use this to get my feet wet for when it's time to write real smut so yeah. I hope you all enjoy and pleaseeee lmk what you think!! See y'all next time!

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[sherewrytes]

Ex boyfriend Eren

Eren hated how you two broke up. His life wasn't put together as it was when you guys met. He knew from the start you were gonna be his wife some day. He suddenly couldn't stand how his life looked anymore. You showed him what true love felt like but also true heart break

"I'm not doing this anymore Eren lose my number"

He thought this was like your usual disagreements, he thought you would reach back out and you would both talk and fix things. He saw 1 day pass then 3 not a single message. He held on to his pride, his ego not realizing you were gone. He texted you a simple Good night. he was left on read.

He found himself replaying the last conversation (argument) you had with you. He could hear the words he said "You don't believe in me, so you can't do this for me yn. I said I'll pay it back. Im organising shit so I can be stable and you don't gotta worry about shit"

Thinking back he should have handled it better, understanding that it was a sore spot to ask you take on that burden even though he knew in his heart he would pull through and not leave you with the burden of paying that shit back for him. He's not that kinda man. You know it and he does to.

He understood that men fucked you over,played you damn he even kinew your dad aint shit. He wanted you to trust him but he lashed out now you're gone.

You dumped his christmas gifts on his front porch. He saw the watch he wanted along with the chain he wanted. It made him feel sick. Eren found himself smoking again, trying to numb the pain he caused. You didn't even say no, you said we will talk more when the time comes, but he kept pushing you on it. The last voice note he sent was him saying

"I told you I'll have everything covered when the time comes. You're comparing me to people from your past. Im not that kinda guy yn. You don't believe in me, I know you don't, I will do it on my own"

He saw when you responded, he ignored it, he saw when you deleted the voice note completely and he hasn't heard from you other than ending things.

He hated having regrets in his life. You did soo much for him. more than anyone but all he saw was himself in that moment and it cost him everything.

Eren then said to himself. maybe another smoke might numb the pain.

[vampiilure]

close.

Summary: after not coming back on a supply run, Daryl gets nervous. He ends up going to look for you which does not turn out too well, but he wasn't going to let you rot out there.

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Genre: angst, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn, recovery

WC: 3513 

The yard outside the prison had grown quiet.

Too quiet for Daryl's liking.

He stood near the gates, crossbow slung over his shoulder, chewing at the inside of his cheek as he stared down the road like he could will you to walk up it. You were late- way too late.

Two nights gone, and you still had not come back from what was supposed to be a simple supply run to a gas station barely five miles out.

Rick had said to give it time. Maybe you got holed up somewhere. Maybe you were laying low. Even Hershel tried to calm him, saying there wasn't sense in throwing yourself into danger unless you knew there was still someone to find.

But they didn't get it. Not the way Daryl did.

You weren't just another body in the group. You were different. Tough. Quick. Smarter than most. You didn't just vanish, not unless something went real wrong.

So the next morning, he packed a bag, told Carol not to wait up, and slipped through the gate before anyone could argue. Didn't tell rick. Didn't need to. Just followed his gut, and the trail you'd left behind.

“Dumbass,” he muttered to himself, pushing through the tree line. “Shoulda gone with her.”

The forest swallowed him fast. It always did. But he was used to that. Used to moving through the trees like a ghost, eyes low, ears sharp. And now, every snapped twig made his skin crawl. Every blood smear on bark, every footprint half-buried in the mud, it was all he had.

He hadn't eaten in nearly a day. Didn't feel like it. Couldn't stomach much when your face kept flashing’ through his mind, pale and still and gone.

Couldn't let that be real.

By the second night, a cold rain started to fall. He didn't stop. Just pulled up the hood on his jacket, kept movin’. He spotted a crumbled fence half-covered in vines near an old maintenance building off the back road. Most folks would have passed right by it.

But not you.

He crept closer, crossbow drawn, eyes scanning for movement. That's when he saw it- blood on the concrete. A drag trail. Boot prints. One of ‘em was smaller than the rest.

His stomach turned.

He pushed the door open with a hard shoulder.

“Y/N?”

No answer.

He stepped inside, flashlight bean cutting through the dark. And there, curled up against the wall behind an old vending machine, you were.

You looked like hell.

Sweat-slicked skin, lips cracked, side wrapped tight with a torn up t-shirt soaked in blood. You blinked slowly at the light, too weak to lift your head.

“Shit,” he hissed. He dropped beside you, fingers twitching like he didn't know what to touch first. “You outta your damn mind?”

Your lips twitched into a faint smile. “Missed you too.”

He let out a breath, half a laugh, half a choke. “You're a damn pain, y’know that?”

You blinked at him, heavy lidded. “You came..”

“Course I did.” his voice dropped low, barely a rasp. “Ain't leavin’ you out here to rot.”

You tried to speak again, but your head rolled, and your body went limp against the wall.

That snapped him back into motion. He ripped open his pack, pulled out water, gauze, anything he had left. “Stay with me,” he muttered under his breath. “C’mon, girl. Aint like you to give up.”

He worked fast, cleaning the wound the best he could, wrapping your side with shaky hands. You flinched, whimpered, and every sound carved something raw into his chest.

When he finally lifted you into his arms, you felt too light. Like a whisper. Like if he held you wrong, you'd break apart.

He carried you back through the trees, every mile heavier than the last. You drifted in and out, sometimes whispering his name, sometimes not saying anything at all. He answered every time, even when you couldn't hear him.

“It's alright,” he murmured, low and rough. “Gotcha now.”

By the time the prison walls came into view, dawn was breaking. Orange light spilled over the yard. Maggie was on watch- eyes wide when she spotted the two of you stumbling out of the treeline.

“Open the gate!” she yelled.

Daryl didn't stop. Didn't speak. Just pushed through, jaw set tight, eyes locked straight ahead as he carried you past everyone and into the infirmary cell. Hershel took one look and nodded, telling him to lay you down.

But Daryl didn't leave.

He didn't say nothin’ to nobody as Hershel moved around the cell , getting supplies, asking quiet questions that he barely registered. He just stood there, jaw clenched tight, watching your chest rise and fall like if he blinked, you might stop breathing.

Once you were stable, far as Hershel could tell, he pulled up a chair, sat down beside the cot, and didn't move.

Hours passed like that. The light outside faded to gray, then dark again. The others came by in quiet bursts, carol, maggie, even glenn, but he barely looked at ‘em. Just gave curt nods and kept his eyes on you. Didn't matter what they said. You were breathing, and that was all that counted.

At some point, Carol brought him a tray, soup, bread, and water. He stared at it for a while before taking the water. Didn't touch the rest.

His mind wouldn't shut off. Everytime he looked at you, all he could see was your body slumped in that filthy shed, skin hot as fire, lips barely moving. He'd been two days too late. Two days where anything could have happened. Bitten. Torn apart. Left screaming and alone. The thought made his stomach twist, fists curl.

You were tough. He knew that. Hell, you’d made it back alive, hadn't you?

Still didn't stop the quilt eating through his insides like acid.

Should've gone with her. Sholda insisted. Shouldn't've let her go alone.

He looked at your face, the way your lashes twitched in sleep, brow creasin’ now and then like your dreams were heavy. There was a smudge of dirt along your temple, and a faint bruise on your jaw that made his hands clench all over again.

Daryl shifted in the chair, leaned forward, elbows on his knees. His voice came out low and rough, just above a whisper.

“Dumb as hell, runnin’ off on your own,” he muttered, eyes locked on your hand resting limply on the blanket. “Coulda got killed out there.

He swallowed har, shook his head.

“Thought i’d lost you.”

The words sat heavy in the air. No one heard ‘em but you- and you weren't awake to answer.

So he just stayed there, staring at you like he could hold you together with just his eyes.

That night, he didn't sleep. Not even when Hershel told him it was okay to rest, that you were gonna pull through if the fever stayed down. He just grunted and stayed planted in the chair, foot tapping now  and then, fingers twitching like he needed to keep movin’

Sometime near dawn, you stirred.

Not much- just a shift of your head, a small inhale through cracked lips. But he was on his feet in a heartbeat, hovering close, heart jackhammering in his chest.

“Hey,” he said, voice softer than it’d been in days. “You with me?”

Your eyelids fluttered. slowly , painfully, you peeled your eyes open, blinking at the blurry ceiling, then turning your head toward him.

“Daryl..”

He let out a shaky breath and dropped to one knee beside the cot, one hand hovering near your shoulder. “Yeah. S’me. you're alright now.”

You looked at him like you weren't sure if he was real.

“Thought i dreamed you,” you rasped.

He shook his head slowly. “Ain't no dream. I got you out. Brought you back.”

Your fingers moved sluggishly under the blanket, brushing against his. He didn't pull away.

Didn't know what the hell to do with the way that small touch lit somethin’ up in his chest.

“You stayed,” you whispered.

“Course I did.” 

His voice cracked slightly, and he looked away, jaw tightening. 

“Weren’t gonna leave you out there,” he added after a beat, quieter. “Ain't somethin’ i could do.”

Silence settled between you again. Not the bad kind. The kind that said everything that didn't need speaking.

Finally, your eyes started to close again, the exhaustion still putting you under.

But your fingers didn't let go.

And neither did he.

The days passed slow.

Your fever broke on the second night, and after that, it was like the whole prison exhaled. Carol brought clean clothes. Beth sat with you in the evenings and hummed soft songs. Herschel came by with careful, practiced hands and told you that with rest, you’d be alright.

But he never left.

He took laying on the floor next to your cot. Didn't say much- never did- but every time you opened your eyes, he was there. Carvin’ something into a scrap of wood. Making arrows. Watching you. Like he didn't trust the world to keep you safe unless he was staring it down himself.

And he didn't hover, not really. Just moved around you like gravity kept him in your orbit.

He brought you water, sometimes food if he thought you’d eat. Never asked how you were feeling. Just gave you things and muttered things like “Eat this,” or “Drink up.” and didn't wait for thanks. But you saw it in his eyes, the tension that only eased when your color started to come back, when your voice stopped rasping.

One morning, you tried to sit up by yourself.

Daryl was across the room, fiddling with the strap of his crossbow. You didn't get far, just pushed your elbow back under you and winced when pain bloomed sharp in your side.

He was beside you before you could blink.

“What the hell’re you doin’?” he snapped, one hand hovering over your shoulder, not touching, but close. “You ain't ready to be movin’ yet.”

You breathed through the ache, biting back a groan. “I'm fine. Just..stiff.” 

He gave you that look. The one that said you ain’t foolin’ no one.

“Coulda tore somethin’ open,” he muttered, reaching behind you carefully. “C’mere.”

You didn't fight him when he helped you ease upright, arms bracketing you like a shield. His hands were rough, calloused, and warm where they steadied your back. You felt his breath on your neck, and for a second, neither of you moved.

Then he pulled away like you’d burned him.

“Tell me next time,” he said, voice low. “Don't go pushin’ it.”

You nodded, watching the way he sat back down- arms crossed, foot tapping against the floor like he was angry, or nervous, or both. Probably both. That was daryl.

He stayed quiet after that. But later that night, when you were almost asleep, you felt the blanket get tugged up over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your arm just a second longer than they needed to.

You didn't say anything.

Didn't need to.

The next few days blurred together. You were able to walk again- slow, with help. And every time, it was Daryl's hand you leaned on. Sometimes his arm wrapped around your waist, firm and steady, keeping a sharp eye on everything around you. Like he thought the walls might crumble if he looked away.

And it wasn't just the help.

It was the way he watched you.

Not just checking to see if you were hurting. Not just keeping you safe.

It was something else. Softer. Quieter.

Like he didn't know what to do with the thing in his chest, the one that clenched every time your smile flickered toward him. The one that twisted when you winced, or leaned on him, or said his name too softly.

One evening, as the sun dipped low behind the watchtower, you sat outside in the prison yard with a blanket around your shoulders, trying to enjoy the fresh air. Daryl stood a few feet away, leaning against the fence, carving again. You could tell by the angle of his head that he wasn't really focused.

“You okay?” you asked.

He looked up, blinked like you’d pulled him out of something. Shrugged. “Yeah.”

You tilted your head. “You been sittin’ with me for almost a week. Dont think ive seen you sleep.”

He looked away, jaw working. “Ain't nothin’. Just keepin’ watch.”

“Daryl,” you said, voice softer now.

He turned to face you then, brows drawn, like he wasn't sure whether to be mad or embarrassed. “Ain’t ‘cause I had to,” he muttered, eyes flickering toward you and away again. “I wanted to.”

The silence that followed stretched, thick as smoke.

You felt the weight of it settle between you. Warm. Fragile. Dangerous. 

But you didn't break it.

You just looked at him, and let the words sit there- unspoken, understood.

He cleared his throat, shifted on his feet. “You cold?”

“A little.”

He didn't ask permission, just crossed the space between you, shrugged off his jacket, and laid it over your shoulders like it was nothing.you clutched it tight, breathing in the scent of leather and smoke and something that was just..him.

 He sat beside you, not touching, just close.

The sky above turned violet. The wind picked up. But you didn't move, and neither did he.

You weren't fully healed yet. Not really/. But the ache in your side had dulled to a whisper, and the weight in your chest had lightened now that you could breathe in something other than recycled air and antiseptic.

So when Daryl found you by the gates, hands on your hips, eyes scanning the trees like they were calling to you, he didn't waste time.

“Farmstead a couple miles out,” he said, nodding toward the road. “Ain’t been touched far as i know. Could use the backup.”

You tilted your head. “You askin’ or tellin’?”

He gave a shrug, shoulders rolling lazy under his vest. “You're comin’.”

You met his eyes, squinted in the sun. “You sure I can keep up?”

His lips twitched- just a little. “You fall behind, i'll carry your ass.” 

You smirked. “Promise?” 

He rolled his eyes and turned. “C’mon.”

That was all you needed.

The walk through the woods was quiet. No need for small talk. He didn't do it, and you didn't need it. The leaves overhead whispered in the breeze, dappled sunlight dancing over the both of you as you made your way along the overgrown trail. You caught him glancing back every so often- small flicks of his eyes, quick scans to make sure you weren't lagging or hurting.

You didn't say a word about it, but your heart caught every time.

The farmstead was all crumbling wood and broken glass. Crows perched on the fence posts like watchmen. Daryl pushed through the door first, crossbow up, body moving in that quiet, practiced way that reminded you just how many times he’d done this.

You followed close.

You cleared it together, him upstairs, you downstairs. The home was dead, empty. But there were cans in the pantry, a few usable blankets, a cracked bottle of iodine you knew Hershel would be grateful for.

He came down with a tired look in his eyes.

“Kid’s room up there,” he said low. “Still got toys on the floor.”

You didn't respond. Just rested a hand against his arm for a second as you passed by. He didn't flinch, but he did look at you like maybe that touch had said more than either of you could explain.

You thought maybe you’d head straight back. But instead of turning down the main road, he jerked his chin toward the woods.

“Gonna make camp,” he said. “There's a spot. Ain't far.”

You didn't argue.

The clearing was hidden, half-sheltered under a rock shelf, with a small ring of blackened stone where fires had burned before. Daryl got one started quick, the orange glow catching in the lines of his face as he crouched coaxing the flame with steady hands.

He didn't say much as he passed you a can of peaches and opened one for himself. The two of you sat close to the fire, your knees nearly brushing.

You watched him in the firelight, the sharp planes of his face shifting in and out of shadow. He was quiet. Had been the whole time since you left the farmstead. Not cold, just in that headspace he slipped into when he was thinking too much. 

“You always come here?” you asked.

He gave a small nod, eyes on the flames. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Used to be quiet,” he said with a shrug. “Could hear things comin’.”

You smirked faintly. “Not ‘cause you liked the peace?”

His jaw twitched. “Ain't about likin’ it. Just…was better than listenin’ to people talk all the damn time.”

You chuckled under your breath and let it drop.

The fire popped. A breeze pushed through the trees, rustling leaves just loud enough to remind you how far you were from walls and fences. You shifted your weight a little, brushing your knee against his, not on purpose, but you didn't move it either.

He didn't flinch.

“You ain't gotta hover like this all the time, y’know,” you said after a moment, not accusing, just saying.

Daryl leaned back a bit, resting his forearm on his bent knee. “Ain't hoverin’. Just makin’ sure you ain't doin’ somethin’ stupid like fallin’ on your face.”

You smirked. “Appreciate the faith.”

He glanced sideways at you. “Didn't say I didn't trust you. Just know how stubborn you are.”

That got a real laugh out of you, low and tired. “Yeah, well…you’re not exactly the picture of restraint either.”

His mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. But then he looked at you again, longer this time. Eyes unreadable.

“You didn't have to look for me,” you said.

“I know.”

“But you did.”

He didn't answer right away. Just poked the fire with a stick and watched the embers shift.

“Didn't sit right,” he muttered. “You bein’ out there like that. Alone.”

That was the most he’d say. You didn't press it.

Instead, you shifted closer. Not a big more, just enough that your shoulder touched his. His body stiffened for a second, then settled again.

You looked at him in the quiet. The lines around his mouth. The scars. The way he kept his eyes low like they were too damn sharp to use on anyone for too long.

He wasn't soft. Not in words. Not in the way he carried himself. But he was here. With you. Still.

“Daryl,” you said, your voice low, steady.

He looked up.

You didn't say anything else. Just leaned in slow, watching him the whole way. Giving him time to pull back. Time to shake his head or shut it down.

But he didn't.

You caught the hesitation in his eyes, like part of him still didn't believe it was real, but he didn't move away. Your hand came up, gentle fingers brushing the side of his jaw, just enough to feel the rough stubble there.

And then you kissed him.

It was careful at first- your lips barely grazing his, testing, uncertain. You could feel how tense he was, how still. But he didn't pull away. After a second, he leaned in, mouth pressing back against yours in that awkward, unpolished way that said he wasn't used to this. Wasn't used to being wanted. But he wanted you. That much was clear in the way his fingers curled against your hip, not holding tight, just resting there like he needed the anchor.

You kissed him again, slower this time, letting it linger.

His breath hitched. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just the smallest sound of something giving way inside him.

When you finally pulled back, his eyes opened slow, like he hadn't realized he'd close them. 

Neither of you spoke.

He looked at you for a long moment, then turned back to the fire, tossed in another stick like it was just another night. But he didn't move away from you. Didn't shift or pull back or put space where there hadn't been any.

“Should get some sleep,” he said, voice rougher than usual.

You hid your smile in the collar of his jacket.

“Yeah. Probably should.”

You stretched out beside the fire, and he stayed close, crossbow still within reach, body tense in that quiet-watchful way of his. But he stayed near. Close enough to feel the heat of him.

And even though nothing else was said, you knew that kiss hadn’t just happened by chance.

It meant something.

To both of you.

[zirconika]

if you're up for it, would love to see a mildly angsty fluff daryl x reader piece where reader is one of the people at the prison who gets hit with the flu and while daryl is explaining the plan to go get the meds, reader jokingly asks if he can bring back a treat if she promises to be a good patient. cut to the aftermath of the prison fall and reader ends up getting out with help from michonne before they run into rick and carl and eventually reunite with daryl during the stand off with the claimers. the next morning daryl and reader finally get a moment to themselves to just breathe for a second and daryl pulls out a lollipop he had found back at the gas station when they were on the medicine run and shyly hands it over to reader

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PAIRING: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader WORDS: 5.3k SUMMARY: Guilty for arguing with you right before you fell ill, Daryl’s determined to make it up to you by fulfilling your request. His goal to deliver it to you is interrupted by the fall of the prison and the intrusion of the Claimers. WARNINGS: angst to fluff. nose bleeding. expect mean daryl, i got mean daryl fever from crush by @ghostboneswrites2. attempted sexual assault during the claimers scene, basically the violence that took place during that particular scene.  A/N: yes i am up for it i love love love this idea!!! i added my own twist to it too :)) so sorry it took three days i had no idea how to start it hsejkrkwa also it ended up being longer than i intended for it to be. hope u like it nonnie ! reblogs are appreciated!

     Friends do things for each other, that’s just the way it is. Rick Grimes hands you a gun? Friends. Carol Peletier offers you a bowl of soup? Friends. Daryl Dixon looks at you for five long seconds before going to sleep? That’s… That’s classified.

     Okay, friends. You might have been reading into it.

     Friends—It’s what you tell yourself what you are with the archer whenever you volunteer to earn your keep alongside him who, for some reason, seemed to be blatantly avoiding you ever since that damned staring session. 

     It wasn’t the length of the stare. It was how he looked at you and how you felt yourself looking at him. The two of you were just returning to your respective cells, expecting the other to say goodnight only to end up staring at each other. The worst part is how it ended. 

     It was so quick that you could have missed it, but Daryl Dixon’s eyes fell to your lips for a split second before he turned away to hurriedly retreat to his cell. You tried not to think about it too much, but Daryl deliberately and very obviously dodging you made it hard to forget. 

     When you went out to hunt together as per routine, you expected to hold at least a conversation half a minute long. You missed talking to the archer, you had to admit it to yourself at least. Which is why it pissed you to the bone that the next time you ever talked again was the next accident.

     “I had it under control!” you yelled at the archer, who didn’t seem to be too interested in your defenses. At your feet lay a walker whose head had served as a target for a bolt you knew all too well.

     You watched as Daryl made his way over to you, fury evident in each step. “Hell ya mean under control? Ya ain’t cut out for huntin’! Ya should’ve sensed that walker from a mile away.”

     “Woah, woah,” you humorlessly exclaimed, “I’ve been hunting with you since like, ever. The fuck you mean ‘I ain’t cut out for huntin’?”

     “‘Cause ya aint! Could’ve gotten yerself killed, woman.” What was he so mean about?

     You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right to some degree. If he hadn’t arrived in time, you would’ve been dealing with the aftermath of a walker bite by now. But it did not give him the right to speak to you like that. “Oh, you are not talking to me like that.” 

     “Just did,” he spat. “Now ya listen to me. Yer gonna return to camp and yer gonna—”

     “Sit around and do nothing?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You want me to knit you some sweaters, too? Make you holiday cookies?”

     “Guard the damn fences,” he said. Daryl stepped forward to grab you by your arm. You dodge him before he could get a hold of you, glaring at him as you did so.

     “I can walk by myself, thanks.” Before disappearing into the woods to return back to the prison, you flipped the guy off. What was up with him? You angrily mumbled to yourself, “It was just a walker.”

     It’s been a while since that happened, and this time, it was you who didn’t dare to speak to him. You didn’t want to be the first one to approach him. After all, you did nothing wrong. And yet he had the audacity to avoid you again.

     But it wasn’t that there were zero interactions, though. There were a handful, however blood boiling they were. You exchanged a couple glares whenever your eyes landed on one another.

     The worst one was when Patrick extended his hand to Daryl in front of you while he thanked the archer for his contribution. After Daryl shook his hand, you had to butt in, standing up while eating a bowl of oatmeal instead of the cooked meat. 

     “Well, that’s Daryl! Isn’t he just great, Carol? Such an amazing huntsman!” you mused sarcastically, giving the three of them the brightest smile you could. Daryl could only watch as you walked away from the scene, his eyes drilling a hole at the back of your head as you kept going on and on: “I don’t know how I could ever compete!”

     It didn’t take long for the group to catch on the heat.

     You didn’t mind that part. What you did mind, though, was Daryl’s snide remarks whenever you’d mess up as a retort to what you’d said in front of Patrick.

     Dropped a spoon? “S’why ya can’t be outside, can’t even hold a damn spoon righ’.”

     But you weren’t gonna let that slide. Whenever he’d say something to the group, you had something up your sleeve, too.

     He found an old warehouse west of the prison? “Oh, how splendid. Daryl and his plans. Everyone say ‘Thank you, Daryl’!”

     The last rebuttal you could recall was after you finished your task digging a grave for the recent casualties. You were taking a quick break by yourself, setting your shovel aside. From a distance, you watched Glenn and Maggie continue to dig. You shuddered at the thought of turning with no warning of a bite.

     Your body was sore all over from all the digging, your throat on the precipice of getting sore, and you felt the world beneath you sway uninterrupted.

     The moment you made to leave the shovel against the wall, the world swayed even worse, sending you to Daryl’s grasp. “Damn it, woman, watch ya step. Ya ain’t gonna last long bein’ such a damn klutz.”

     “Get off my back,” you said. You jumped out of his arms, glaring at him with the default face you’d grown used to using around him. You angrily grabbed your shovel again, dismissing that you weren’t even able to have a minute. You let adrenaline overtake your need for a break. 

     You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You did at first, but it kind of grew on you.

     That was until a portion of the prison fell ill from the rampant spread of the flu. You decided Daryl wasn’t worth your time for the time being, dedicating your focus on doing what you can for the prison. You did find yourself looking out for him every once in a while, though. Just to make sure he was still healthy.

     Not that it mattered or anything.

     But you watched in horror as Tyreese held Daryl by his vest. You found yourself stepping forward, wanting to intrude but Daryl held his hand out to Rick, a way of saying ‘I got it.’

     It bothered you that you felt a sort of responsibility towards the guy, however much of an asshole he was towards you. To be fair, you were just as bad to him. But you weren’t gonna admit defeat just like that.

     “We’re on the same side, man,” he told the furious Tyreese. And after that, it was all a blur. You watched the fight unfold. You wanted to stop Rick, to hold him off Tyreese, tell him it was over, but you remained rooted to the floor, frozen.

     You could’ve sworn you felt Daryl’s gaze on you before he managed to get Rick to stop until he did. Daryl stumbled backwards, bumping into you. Shivers went down your spine when he touched you by the waist to ask you, “Y’alrigh’?”

     You looked back at him. That same look again.

     One.

     Two.

     Three.

     You turned away to wipe at your nose, sniffling. Unsure of what to do, you hurriedly left the scene. Once you were far enough, you wiped at your nose again. Then came a metallic scent you just could not ignore no matter how hard you tried. You thought it was just the rust of the metal bars infiltrating your senses. 

     But when you looked down at your hand upon the third wipe, you were met by the sight of blood. 

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     After settling the dispute out, Daryl made it his mission to search for you before the council meeting. To his surprise, you were not in your cell, not outside, at least not anywhere he could find in three minutes. Deciding—hoping—you were probably busy somewhere, Daryl got back to the council’s table.

     Though he gave a fair share of ideas and listened intently, having even agreed to go on the run, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Before leaving, Daryl pulled Glenn aside, knowing he dug graves with you just a while ago.

     He didn’t even know why he had the urge to ask the guy, because how could he possibly have any clue of your whereabouts? But he had to ask something. “[Y/N] ever said anythin’ ‘bout stuff she had to do or somethin’?”

     “I don’t think so,” said Glenn, getting ready to seclude himself as well. “She’s probably isolated herself by now, too.”

     “Isolate herself for what?” Daryl scoffed in a poor attempt to disguise his concern. Glenn watched him as if he were a madman.

     “You didn’t see her this morning?” he asked the archer, who then said he did. The longer Glenn paused, the more Daryl followed. “She’s caught it, too.”

     At that moment, Daryl understood his routinely misdirected anger—why he felt his heart practically burn a hole through his chest at the sight of that walker almost getting you, why he could no longer stomach bringing you along with him on runs and hunts, and why he let his stares linger.

     Daryl Dixon understood why he kept his distance in fear of letting whatever it was he felt fester, burying it deep within himself where even he could not find it. Until he discovered that he had a bigger fear—a phobia, even.

     The thought of losing you. And it was all the more clear to him now as he peeked through the small window to find you gripping one of the bars of a cell, keeping steady. You’d gotten weak since the last time he saw you, and he thought back to when you furiously went back to work after he’d interrupted.

     He felt a guilt like never before, feeling responsible for your condition.

You caught sight of him from afar, and your eyes locked. 

     One.

     Two.

     You gestured to the visitation room. He nodded.

     Finding yourself face to face with Daryl Dixon afterwards divided by a glass partition was something you didn’t expect you’d ever have to experience. You didn’t even think he’d care enough to take the time to do so.

     Ever since you shared that long second stare, you’ve been wondering when you’d ever have the luxury of sharing it again. But even you couldn’t hold it for that long. 

     One.

     Two.

     Three.

     “Go on, lay it on me,” you said.

     You longed to hear his typical insults, the ones you were used to hearing by routine. Instead, Daryl, took a deep breath and told you, “M’sorry. ‘Bout everythin’.”

     Safe to say that you were taken aback. You opened your mouth to tease him about it, but you had to look away as you felt the itch in your throat begging to be scratched inside. You coughed out loud, and Daryl couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of you.

     “What, no ‘yer hideous,’ ‘serves ya righ,’ or even ‘fuckin’ idiot’?” you asked jokingly, attempting to make an impression of the way he talked. 

     “S’why I didn’t want ya out there,” he said, ignoring your attempt at triggering that part of him. It went out the minute he realized you were on borrowed time. “Didn’t want ya to risk yer life for some pig meat.”

     You realized he’d gotten serious. You took your seat across from him, scrutinizing the way he looked at you. “Oh, and you’re allowed to?”

     He shrugged. “Yeah, ‘cause I ain’t an idiot like you.”

     “There it is,” you chuckled. Daryl laughed along with you, and it was the first time in a long time that you’ve laughed together. And when the moment passed came that damned stare again.

     One.

     You couldn’t hold it. “I don’t know how much time I have left so… Thanks for coming.”

     Daryl snorted. Though he laughed, he was just as scared as you are. Maybe even more scared. “Ya ain’t gonna turn. We’re gonna head out ‘n get some meds. There’s a vet college some ways away from here, and I’m gonna make sure stupidity ain’t gon’ be the reason ya die. Ya ain’t dyin’, that’s final.”

     “They got everythin’ there?” you asked.

     “I dunno, Hershel gave us a list. Said it should have ‘em.”

     “You know how things are, right? How everything usually doesn’t end up going the way you want it to. So…” You didn’t know what to say anymore. “On the off-chance it’s limited, I don’t want to hog any of it.”

     “Whaddya mean?” the archer asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. He didn’t like where this was going.

     “I mean that if there’s a shortage, I’m fine not getting it. I’ve been with these people for half an hour and… Daryl, they deserve a second chance. They want to survive.”

     “And ya don’t?”

     “I don’t know,” you confessed, sniffling. You weren’t crying, but your stuffy nose made it hard to breathe just as badly. Daryl’s heart sank. His guilt just kept growing knowing he’d been unreasonably rude to you just this morning and every morning that came before. “It gets tiring at times, but it does get fun when you spend it with the right people. But then again, who knows how long you’ll be having any of those, too?”

     Daryl opened his mouth to say something only to take it back the instant he thought of it. I’m not gonna let ya die. He stuck to his stubborn script instead. This is what Daryl was avoiding; the burden of caring. “Yer gonna take the meds whether ya like it or not.”

     You couldn’t help but smile at his stubborn drive. It was one of the many things you admired about him. “What, you’re gonna be all mean to me again if I don’t follow your instructions, Doctor Dixon?”

     “Doctor wha—?” He stifled a laugh to no avail. It was through that moment that you found out that Daryl’s laugh was music to your ears. “Nah, we’re way past that. M’gonna start a new method. Ya do somethin’ good, ya get somethin’ good instead of gettin’ somethin’ bad when ya do somethin’ bad.”

     “So reward punishment,” you suggested with a smile. 

     “Exactly.”

     “So,” you began, “if I promise to be a good patient…”

     “Uhuh,” he nodded.

     “If I take the meds…”

     “Mhm.”

     “You’re gonna give me a treat?” You resisted the urge to joke about a kiss. It felt too early, and you worried it would spook Daryl away and ruin the moment.

     “Yep.”

     “Really?” you asked, grinning wider that it almost seemed as if you never even caught the flu. “Like, one of those lollipops they give out after a vaccine just so you stop crying?”

     Daryl had no idea what you talked about, having never experienced getting one good check-up his whole life, depending his health on whatever remedies he and his brother can fashion on their own. But you seemed to be thrilled about it, and that was enough. “Yeah, like that.”

     You pretended to consider it for a while, acting like you were deep in thought. “Alright, we have a deal, you fucker.”

     He smirked. “Wipe that stupid smile off yer face.”

     And though you didn’t take it too seriously, Daryl was already hatching a game plan he could use to find one for you the moment you mentioned it. After all, he was a man of his word.

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     Daryl Dixon was one of the few people who valued solitude. This time, though, he found himself craving company long after the fall of the prison as well as when he lost Beth. 

     Thus, the universe sent the worst possible group to accompany him—the Claimers. Even he realized the change within him when he realized the difference in how he’d choose his company now and before.

     It shook him to his core that he would have chosen this group had he not met Rick’s, had he not met you. As he and the Claimers made their way through the roads in search of the perpetrators they sought to give a piece of their mind. 

     Daryl decided he’d ride with the Claimers for survival, thinking to himself he’d be fine coasting with them for just a little while until he found the right opening to leave. That was, until he discovered that they’d been hunting the same group Daryl had been looking for, but with different motives.

     “Hold up,” Daryl said carefully, so as to not rile the leader who had Rick dangerously at gunpoint. 

     “You’re stopping me on eight, Daryl,” the leader accused. You felt your heart sink from where you were, fearing how the scene would unfold. You held Carl’s hand to comfort him, but it was just as well an attempt to comfort yourself. Carl returned the sentiment. 

     Daryl stepped closer with caution. “Let’s hold up.”

     One of the guys holding a shotgun opened his mouth. “This is the guy who killed Lou, so we got nothin’ to talk about.”

     “Carl,” you whispered under your breath, not daring to move to even look at the kid. You could only hear a bit, but the silence in the car and the slightly opened windows was enough to let you hear a bit.

     “The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time,” the leader said. He kept his eyes on the archer. “Say your piece, Daryl.”

     “These people,” Daryl started. “Yer gonna let them go. These are good people.”

     You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace upon observation that the group’s leader was unimpressed. “Now, I—I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I, of course, would have to speak for him and all because your friend here strangled him in the bathroom.”

     You whispered again, frozen in place. “Carl, I need you to get in the back. Slowly.”

     “You want blood? I get it,” Daryl said. You watched as the archer dropped his crossbow and threw his arms open. The fuck is he doing? “Take it from me, man.”

     Carl slowly brought his legs up to him, trying not to make a noise.

     Daryl kept coming closer. “Come on.”

     “This man killed our friend.” By the look on their leader’s face, you knew there was no way this would go in peace. “You say he’s good people. See now, right there is—is a lie.”

     “Carl, hurry,” you whisper again. But his attempts at doing so is halted by the events that followed.

     Daryl dropped his arms to his side, realizing the same as you. You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle your frightened yell as one of them hit Daryl with the butt of a shotgun. You could only watch in fear as two of the men dragged him to the hood of the car you and Carl were in.

     As they beat him shitless, Daryl looked up to find your face staring right back at him from inside the car. For a moment, he thought he was seeing you as he approached death, but his eyes widened in terror realizing you would be involved in the scene. 

     A wave of relief and dread coursed through him; relief that you had gotten out of the prison and dread that he wouldn’t be able to protect you this time. 

     The door swung open and a man yanked Carl out before you could even reach him. “C’mere, boy.”

     “Carl!” Your door swung open as well, one of the men tackling Daryl just seconds ago hauling you off your seat as you tried to put up a fight. 

     “You leave him be!” you heard Rick yell over the commotion.

     The man pointing a gun to Michonne wasn’t afraid to make his threats and intentions clear either. “You get yours. You just wait for your turn.”

     You felt the threat of a knife to your throat and you got a whiff of a mouth that reeked of booze. You felt your perpetrator’s warm breath tickle the lines of your neck, taking you in.

     You were terrified of what he’d do to you, what they’d do to Carl. “Let him go!”

     “Not so fast, hot stuff,” the man taunted you, toying with your hair. 

     “No, get off her!” Daryl exclaimed as his assailant pinned him down as another guy ruthlessly beat him up. Daryl didn’t care.

     “Listen, it was just me. It was just me!” Rick admitted, desperately trying to bargain for his group’s freedom.

     “See, now, that’s right! That’s not some damn lie! If we can settle this, we’re reasonable men.”

     “First, we’re gonna beat Daryl to death. Then we’re gonna have the girls, then the boy. Then I’m gonna shoot you and soon we’ll be square!” 

     You heard Daryl yelp as they beat him. “Stop hurting him!”

     The leader of the gang looked at Daryl, then at you. His fucking stare made your blood run cold. “Maybe we can keep little Daryl here for a while, give him a little show. Make him watch.” His laugh sent ripples of unease throughout your body even as you were thrown to the ground, the man getting on top of you. 

     “No!” you heard Daryl exclaim as he put up a harder fight to no avail, his body already weakened. More so was yours.

     “Claimed!” the man yelled, his eyes already feasting on you.

     Everything was… You couldn’t think anymore. You felt your legs part open, and with it your head throbbed. The lack of sleep, the hunger, the thirst, everything was coming down all at once. You could only hear the wicked cackling of their leader, Rick yelling at the man to let go of his son—

     Then it was ringing in your ears at the sound of a gunshot. And yet the nightmare didn’t end. You didn’t like it. Didn’t like any of it. The sniffing and the giggling… The hands on your waist as they trailed down… 

     You thought of nothing. Perceived nothing until you felt the hands gripping your body start to loosen. Maybe you were gone already, maybe… This is the end. 

     The weight on top of you was gone altogether, and you could hear Rick’s furious grunts as he plunged a knife deep into the throat of the man who took Carl. You looked up to find Daryl tussling with the man who was just on top of you.

     “Daryl…” You were slipping in and out of consciousness, and a couple steps from where you lay you saw the two other men who’d been beating Daryl just moments before splayed unconscious on the cold concrete road.

     The ringing in your ears was louder as you watched your assailant fall to the ground, and Daryl shoving his foot down his head in vengeance.

     You lay there among the leaves, tilting your head up to the sky, only grateful Daryl was fine. He ran to you as soon as he did what he saw he had to do.

     “[Y/N],” he called, scooping you into his arms and away from the floor. You wanted to stay awake, to ask him how he was, to confess you were scared shitless and you were tired of pretending you weren’t…

     The last thing you could remember was Daryl holding you as you let slumber take you away.

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     When you awoke, you thought you were back in the prison. For a split second, you thought you just had a horrible nightmare. As your eyes began to adjust to the sun, you realized you were in the front seat of the car with the backrest inclined for your comfort.

     Michonne’s presence in the backseat told you otherwise.

     “Michonne?” You looked around to find no one else. The windows were covered with different cloths, too. You looked down on her lap to find Carl fast asleep while Michonne caressed his face. “How is he? How are you?”

     She looked up at you, an undeniable sorrow in her eyes. She was just as tired. “I’m fine. He’s shaken. What about you?”

     The events of the night before flashed before your eyes. You had to shake your head to be rid of it. You needed air. “I’ve been better, I just need air.”

     Michonne nodded, respecting your distance. “Rick’s right outside.”

     “And…?”

     “Daryl?” she asked, to which you nodded meekly. Michonne gave you a reassuring smile. “He stayed with you the entire time, he stepped out just now. He’s fine.”

     “Oh, okay.” Fixing your hair, you returned her kind gesture with a warm smile as well. “I’ll just go get some fresh air, I think I need it.”

     You swung the door open and hopped out. Once you walked forward, you jumped in shock. You didn’t expect to be in the same place from when everything happened. Just in time, Daryl popped out from the other side of the car. “You alrigh’?”

     The corpses were still splayed out flat on the concrete and beside the road. You had to look away from the grotesque scene, your heart pounding. “Yeah, I’m fine—I’m okay.”

     “You sure ‘bout that?” he asked. Daryl gave Rick a knowing look before patting him on the shoulder. Rick nodded, letting the archer know that he’ll be fine. Daryl moved towards you and tapped you by the shoulder. He took back his hand the moment you flinched, instinctively recoiling to physical touch.

     “Sorry, I’m just—I know I don’t need to feel that way around you, it’s just—”

     “I get it.” Daryl understood; he was there when it happened. But he’d make sure he’d also be there after. His hand hovered behind the small of your back. “May I?”

     Daryl waited until you nodded before he let his hand rest on your back to guide you away from the mess.

     “Let’s take a walk. Have some water,” he said, handing you a half empty bottle. You took big gulps religiously, craving its feel in your throat. “Thank you.”

     You hand the bottle back to him only to realize that you had drunk all of its contents. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

     “Nothin’ ya gotta apologize for.”

     You only nodded in response, still troubled by everything. 

     Daryl halted, gently touching you by your wrist. You’d never felt that sort of tender touch before, and it was easy to miss it once it ended. “Hey, I—uh, I almost forgot.”

     “Hm?”

     “Y’know, the terms of our agreement.” You watched as Daryl fumbled with himself, and a laugh escaped you. He seemed to be flustered with what he was about to do, but you could tell he’d been anticipating doing it by the pace he was searching. He checked his shirt pockets. When he dug into his jeans’ front pocket, he pulled out something small, then extending his hand to you. “M’sorry I only got two, I wasn’t sure what flavor ya wanted and I accidentally got them in the same flavor and there were walkers and I know it ain’t an excuse but—”

     You took it. You kept eyeing the two lollipops in your hand. It was both strawberry-flavored, and it was one of those jumbo ones that were slightly bigger than the regular ones. “Daryl, that was a joke. You didn’t have to” — you snorted, a smile breaking on your face — “actually get me one.”

     “Nah, I’m a man of my word.” Daryl returned your smile. “I say m’gonna get ya somethin’, then m’gonna get ya somethin’. Simple.”

     “Well, then,” you said, handing him the other one. “You get the other one.”

     “Nah, it’s yours.”

     “No. Get it.”

     “Nah,” he said.

     If Daryl was stubborn, you were nothing compared to him. You stuffed the other one in his pocket. “There. And don’t even try to argue with me on it, I wanna have it with you.”

     “Alright, alright.”

     Heat rushed to your cheeks. He really did bother. You continued walking, Daryl followed.

     “Ya don’t have to open it now, we need to get ya some more water first so yer throat doesn’t get sore again.”

     “Thought this was my treat?” you teased. “For being a good patient?”

     “Yeah, well, doctor says you should lay off it for a bit ‘til ya get some more to drink.”

     You snorted. “Oh, yeah? What doctor.”

     Daryl pointed to himself. “This doctor. Doctor Dixon.”

     “You like that a lot, huh?”

     “Actually, I hated it but… S’kinda growin’ on me.”

     After you shared a laugh. There was that goddamn lingering stare.

     One.

     Two.

     Three.

     Daryl turned around, afraid the heat in his cheeks were possibly giving away how he felt with a faint blush. “We should—Whaddya say we head back?”

     “Sure, wouldn’t wanna have you going down on one knee to propose,” you joked.

     “Shuddup,” he said, lightly punching your shoulder. 

     On the whole way back, you talked together, just like you always did whenever the two of you were out hunting. Speaking with Daryl made everything else matter a little less that you don’t even realize how far you’ve gone until it comes into your mind.

     While walking the tracks with Rick, Carl, and Michonne, the two of you walked slightly behind. 

     “I’m just saying, if we get to this place, it’s not gonna—!” You shrieked as your feet caught on one of the sleepers of the tracks. To your relief, Daryl caught you with his hand holding yours and his other hand assisting your waist.

     The three turned around to check on you both. Rick called out, “You alright back there?”

     “Yeah! We’re fine!” he said back. You were worried Daryl would drop your hand. He didn’t.

     When no eyes lingered on either of you anymore, the stare you’d been yearning for returned, leaving you to wonder what would break it this time before it could reach five.

     One.

     Two.

     Three.

     Four.

     Five.

     To your surprise and your relief, Daryl smiled at you. And oh, did it feel melting. It was hard not to return his smile when it was so damn contagious. You were sure your heart was doing gymnastics at this point, feeling it beat so hard against your chest.

     “What’re you looking at me like that for?” you asked the archer.

     “Yer still fuckin’ clumsy as fuck,” he remarked with a teasing smirk.

     He’d been dying to hear you laugh again, so he’s relieved that you do. “Welcome back. Thought you said you had your whole new justice system in store?”

     “Well, doctors still gotta scold their patients, especially when the patient in question is an idiot.”

     You rolled your eyes. “You have any rule in your book about doctors holding their patients’ hands? Y’know, like, ‘Don’t do that’?”

     Daryl looked down on your intertwined hands, pretending to scrutinize it with careful thought. “I dunno, I think if the patient’s fine with it, then the doctor’s fine with it, too.”

     You did the same only to look back up at him with a grin. “Patient says it’s fine. Is the doctor fine with it?”

     “Doctor Dixon says it’s recommended to keep his patient healthy.” 

     “Patient has a request, though,” you tell him as you use your other hand to pull out your lollipop from your pocket. “She wants Doctor Dixon to share a treat together.”

     “Doctor Dixon says, ‘What the hell’.” He does the same, pulling his lollipop out. You had to let go of each other’s hands for a bit to take off the wrapper before throwing it away. Daryl was the first to take your hand, eager to hold it again. You let him.

     Throughout the entire journey to Terminus, all your fears and worries were at bay, all because Daryl never let go of your hand. The two of you talked about the sweetness of what you were having, how it was a great change from what you were used to eating. And it was right then and there that he knew he wanted to be holding your hand whenever, wherever, and however long he could.

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dreamland: the school projects

authors note: yes, it's really my ass again. promise this is the last one. next thing i update will be the ltye chapter sometime over the weekend.

let's pretend target aint' problematic in this world.

warnings: roman's blood pressure being in the danger zone.

words: 4.6k

Roman always misses his wife when she's out of town. For obvious reasons, and some not so obvious. The biggest one though is that having two parents to manage six children, all who happen to still be in single digits, is always better than one. Especially when one is lucky enough to have a partner like Sol.

She's so good and graceful at handling all the things.

Like school projects.

Especially those. His wife is as creative as she is beautiful. Always able to help the kids when they get sent home with those annoying ass projects he has zero patience for. It's already hard enough for him to manage coloring with those small ass crayons when his set of creative kids ask him to sit down and do art with them. Anything beyond that is grounds for referral.

Except that's not an option.

It's not an option, because his wife isn't here. Out of town for a leadership conference for female business owners. A good thing for her. He's forever proud of all she's accomplished.

But, that leaves him on his own with their six children. Soon to be four, because Roman is having a hard ass time processing what his two oldest are trying to tell him.

"What you mean ya'll both have a project due?" Roman had just finished getting his twin boys, Koa and Kai, down for bed. Not nearly as difficult as it was for the older ones, but still something that took a good half hour. Now he's got the terror non-twins in front of him hitting him with something unexpected. "When are they due?"

"Tomorrow," Lina answers it so easily and casually, completely either oblivious or uncaring of the way her daddy's eyes widen.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yup," Tama nods, the two of them sharing a little laugh. Over what, he has no idea. These two are always in cahoots over something, and he can't be bothered with that right now, because he's too busy trying not to freak out on them.

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. "So, ya'll really both knew you had these projects due yet decided to wait until—" He looks at the expensive watch on his wrist. "Almost 6pm to tell me about them?"

Lina nods so nonchalantly.

Roman has to bite back a smart ass response. Then it hits him. "Wait, does that mean Leya has one, too?"

Lina shakes her head. "Sissy did hers two weeks ago."

So, why the hell ya'll ain't do yours then, too? A question he keeps to himself, because he already knows the answer. Leya inherited all of Solana's creativity. She loves school projects. Of course she completed her early. Not to mention, Sol loves helping her, all the kids, really, with them.

It's a love Roman, unfortunately, does not share.

But, something he's gonna have to stomach cause these damn kids have pulled one over on him yet again.

Roman shakes his head. "Alright, well let's get started. What are the requ—what?" He stops himself, detecting the unspoken expression in their faces.

Lina pokes out her mouth, rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back. "We don't have the supplies."

Tama adds. "Yeah, we gotta go to Target."

"Target?" It just keeps getting worse. "What do you mean we don't have the supplies?" Roman gestures to the space around them. "All these art rooms I built for your mom, and we don't have everything ya'll need already?"

In synchronization, Tama and Lina nod. Roman has to close his eyes and count backwards from ten.

Of course.

"Go tell Leya to throw something on," he instructs his two oldest, both quickly running away and up the stairs to inform their sister of this unexpected outing. Roman pulls out his phone, alerting security that he has to run out and someone needs to watch Koa and Kai's nursery. No way in hell he's waking and dragging them out the house. Not when he just got them down for bed.

Receiving a response, Roman moves up the steps to head to Samaria's room to get her ready as well.

He's gonna need a drink after all this.

Or several.

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"Alright, look," he starts off, looking back at his kids, all four wearing various expressions. Lina and Tama look excited as hell, Samaria is in her own world, lowly singing some random song, and Leya—sweet, sweet Leya—is the only one clearly paying attention. "When we get in this store, I don't want ya'll asking for nothing." Roman literally had several packages delivered just this afternoon of the latest toys, dolls, and obstacle course themed things. He means it when he says he's not buying them anything. "We're here for supplies for these projects. Okay?" Leya nods, signifying her understanding. The other three kids remain unfocused and uninterested.

Aria has a bit of an attitude with him—tapping into her inner Lina—because he wouldn't let her take her "cart" with her. AKA the kids Target cart she got a few weeks ago that Solana always lets her bring when they go out shopping.

He just had to remind her that that's mommy's thing. Not daddy's thing.

Not that she cares, of course.

Getting all four out of their car seats takes a good almost twenty minutes. Naturally, Lina and Tama are ready to run in the store, Roman instructing Zilla to keep an eye on and tag them. Leya, unsurprisingly, doesn't need to be prompted. She naturally takes Roman's hand, staying close to him. Samaria is a little more difficult, easily trying to dart off the minute they walk into the store.

That's another thing.

Roman had an idea that maybe if the store wasn't cleared out, the kids would be less likely to want to roam.

Wrong idea.

Zilla is following Lina and Tama who have said fuck the supplies, instead heading to the sports section. Samaria, after being placed in the cart by Roman, is pointing and asking him to take her down damn near every aisle. It's literally only Leya—his now favorite child, who stays close to him the entire time. When he can't hold her hand, because he's placing shit in the cart, she's holding onto his shirt or shorts.

Both for her comfort and because out of all the kids, she's always been the most obedient. When they say to do something, Leya always does it. The exception being when her OCD interferes.

"Daddy, look!" Roman was in the midst of trying to look over the needed supplies from each Lina and Tama's project directions when Samaria is tugging on his sleeve. He looks over to see her pointing to some kids makeup set.

He shakes his head. "Aria, daddy just got you one of those last week." And not cause he wanted to. At five, his little girl is way into that beauty shit much earlier than he'd like to see.

"Not that one!" She whines, wiggling, wanting to get out of the cart.

"Aria—"

"I wanna see it!" She shouts, crossing her arms and pouting.

Any other time, Roman would nip that attitude in the bud. She definitely takes after Lina with her stubbornness sometimes. But, right now, he's gotta pick and choose his battles.

Begrudgingly, Roman lifts her out and watches her run over to the end cap where she grabs two kits, dashes back over and tries to place them in the cart, but she's too little, her arms too short to reach.

He sighs and obliges, opening his mouth to stop her as she runs back and starts looking down the aisle.

Roman closes his eyes.

I love my kids.

I love my kids.

I love my kids.

His internal mantra and reminder is repeated as he and Leya walk down the aisle, the father of six tossing and placing item after item into the cart. All courtesy of Samaria who talks and explains the whole time why she "needs" all this stuff.

She needs nothing. None of his kids do. Except these damn school supplies for this stupid ass project.

"Alright, that's enough, Samaria." Roman has to finally put his foot down. The cart is damn near full of unnecessary shit, and the more time they spend in this store, the less time he has to help the kids complete their projects. And that doesn't even include getting the rest of them down for bed.

Another daunting task in and of itself.

Samaria pouts once more, whining out an, "okay."

Roman gathers the papers again, ready to start moving down the list. He's decided that Lina and Tama still being gone somewhere in the store is something he refuses to think about. Because, he just knows they've got a cart filled.

Just knows it.

But, then he sees it out the corner of his eye. Sees the way Leya is looking over at something on the shelf. Some type of art kit. She says nothing, nor does she indicate any type of plans to grab it. Much unlike her younger sister.

It brings a small smile on his face. That's his Leya. Never the type to really ask for anything. Always content.

Roman bends down, gesturing to the kit. "You can get it."

Leya turns to him with surprise in her pretty eyes. Her smile is small and cautious. She points to it with an unspoken but evident question.

Really?

Roman chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Go ahead."

Her smile grows instantly as she walks over, grabbing the kit and bringing it back over, placing it in the cart. Seconds later, she's back by his side, but this time pointing at the papers in hand.

"These?" She nods. Roman hands them to her as she looks them over, tugging on his shirt, indicating her desire for her to follow him. Roman calls for Samaria to come walk with them, taking her hand in his, the other navigating the cart.

Wordlessly, Roman follows his eight-year-old as she quietly guides them down an aisle and starts placing items in the cart.It's obvious by the way she looks between the papers before grabbing said items, that she's not shopping for herself like her siblings. She's getting the supplies needed for the projects. Handling that task for him.

It keeps a small smile on his face.

Of all the kids, she's definitely the most like Solana.

Selfless.

"Would you look at that, John?" A new voice enters the scene, somewhat sounding out the sound of Samaria, who's singing quietly, again, while also picking up more unnecessary stuff for herself.

Typical.

A glance over allows Roman to see a Caucasian, elderly couple, a man and a woman, watching as his girls shop. It instantly makes him scowl.

People.

He's fully prepared to ignore them when the woman speaks again. "What sweet girls helping out their dad." At that, he has no protests there. Never mind the fact Leya is the only one trying to help him. Samaria is helping herself and her ever growing collection of toys.

Much to his chagrin, the 176 year-old woman walks over to him, hand over her chest. "I truly commend you single fathers." Roman scowls. The fuck? "I know it can't be easy raising two young girls all on your own."

Roman has to stop himself from snapping and cussing them out. Solana has been on him lately about his language in front of the kids. Something about her being tired of Lina and Tama getting sent home with notes about cussing at their classmates.

Not that he sees a big issue. They shouldn't be messing with his kids in the first damn place.

"Lady, I'm not a single father." And, he certainly has more than two kids. Way more. "Their mom is coming back."

"And, you keep believing that, son." The older man speaks up, fist raised in some sort of sign of determination and solidarity. "Keep hope alive that she'll come to her senses, find her way home, and come back to these sweet little angels."

At that point, Samaria comes over, wearing some wig—where the fuck did she get that from?—with a great big smile. "I am an angel!" She starts spinning around, holding her dress, singing.

Again.

It clearly moves this old ass couple who look at her in awe.

Meanwhile, Roman is trying not to lose his damn mind.

"Come on, ya'll," Roman mutters, managing to steer his kids away without having to acknowledge or curse out the nursing home escapees. Except, one stressor is traded for another.

"What the hell is all this?" Roman asks, face to face with Zilla who's pushing one full ass cart along with Lina and Tama who are pushing yet another full ass cart. Toys, basketballs, snacks, sports shits, and other randoms practically overflowing.

He looks over at his younger cousin who simply shrugs. "They also scheduled a play date, too," Zilla informs.

"Her name is Mrs. Jade, and she's really nice," Lina shares, starting to explain. "She has two kids."

"Josiah and Marcus," Tama finishes. "It's next Saturday at 2pm."

"What have I told ya'll about talking to people you don't know?" Roman scolds. For the life of him, he'll never understand how he and Solana made all these goddamn extroverted ass kids.

Lina shrugs. "We know them now."

Roman, once again, has to count to ten.

Or, 100.

In the meantime, Lina and Tama rush over to Leya, asking what she got. At which point, Leya points to the single item she selected. This, of course, is not acceptable to Lina.

"You need more stuff, sissy," she informs, taking her by the hand. The two of them, joined by Tama, head down a nearby aisle of toys. Goddamn, it feels like Roman can't escape the shit.

"Wait for me!" Samaria calls after them, running behind her big siblings.

"Watch them," Roman orders. Zilla nods. The Tribal Chief then turns on his heel, searching for a completely different kind of aisle. He suddenly has a new, unexpected item added to his list.

It's relatively easy to find, though a blast from the fucking past.

Years.

It's been years since he's had to shop for this.

Something he never ever expected to have to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Roman easily peruses the options, most of which have never worked for him, finally landing on it. The only one that did work. Grabbing the black and gold box, he's partially surprised the design hasn't changed in all the time that's passed since he was last in the market.

He reads the box just to make sure he's grabbed the right one.

Trojan

Magnum XL

Value Size

The right one, for sure.

It takes a second for it to set in. Roman swore up and down he'd never use protection with his wife. Never wanted to. The pleasure of fucking her raw has always been too good to not experience. But between his being fertile as hell, her also clearly being fertile as hell, the six kids they already have, along with her not wanting to get on birth control, he feels like he has no other choice.

They cannot risk anymore kids. Roman loves her. Loves his children. Loves his family, but it's too much. They have more than enough on their plate. With him being a few years shy of 50 and Solana a couple years away from 40, it would be irresponsible as hell for him to bring anymore children into the world. Not to mention, he's not sure he can handle another Lina or Tama.

Grip on the box tightening just a bit, he nods to himself.

He'll just have to talk and lay it all out for Solana when she gets home.

Surely, she'll understand.

Roman turns to leave and then considers something. Considers how sexually active he and his wife are.

He grabs another box.

And then an extra one.

For….reasons.

Roman finds Zilla and his brood of children along with three full ass baskets, Lina informing proudly, "we're ready to checkout, daddy."

Yes, they sure fucking are.

Tama, however, would be the one to notice the boxes Roman is trying his best to keep discreet. "Hey dad, what's that?"

"Nothing," Roman dismisses, working to keep his voice calm and nonchalant. "Adult stuff."

"So, it's for old people?"

Zilla covers his mouth to hide his snort.

"Come on," Roman ignores his smart mouth having ass son as the group heads over to the registers, choosing the one that has only one person in line ahead of them. The kids play and talk among themselves, not including Samaria still singing, when Roman catches out the corner of his eye a man to the right of him waiting to check out as well.

He lifts his sunglasses, looking between the items in Roman's hands and his rambunctious four children. "I think it might be a lil' too late for that, my brother."

Zilla is unable to hold in his laughter this time. Roman shoots both the man and his cousin a glare. "Hey. He said it. Not me."

"Shut up," Roman mutters, grateful when it's their turn to be rung up.

"Hi!" The cashier, a young girl in her twenties flashes him a big, annoying ass smile. Why the fuck is she so damn happy? "Did you find everything alright?"

"We did!" Samaria answers. The woman leans over to see his youngest little girl beaming up just as much, placing two candy bars on the conveyor belt. When the hell did she grab that?

"Well, that is just awesome," the girl replies in a sing-song voice, further irking the already irritated man.

"Here." He tries to subtly hand her the three value sized boxes of condoms. "Ring these up now and place em' in a separate bag."

Her eyes widen slightly as she reads one of the boxes, a blush forming on her cheeks. "Of course."

Roman rolls his eyes, warning Tama and Lina to stay close. He can see them eyeing some people he knows they'd just love to go talk to.

"Are you interested in joining our Target Circle program?" The woman asks, Roman picking up Samaria to keep her from grabbing anymore candy.

"No," he answers, watching the subtotal continue to go up and up.

"Are you sure?" She presses, continuing to ring up the items. "We have several card options. Each bound to meet at least one of your Target shopping ne—"

"Lady," he interrupts, the tight grip on his anger loosening with each annoying word that leaves her annoying big ass mouth. "I don't wanna join your damn program. I want you to ring my shit up, so I can get the hell out of here, okay?"

Around him, various responses. Samaria, in his arms, gasps. "Daddy," she says it just in that Solana scolding type of voice. "That was mean."

Leya remains silent, but her twin and partner in crime are snickering away. Tama laughing, "daddy said shit."

"Ya'll stop that cussing," Roman scolds. Grateful the cashier got the hint, she says nothing else until it's time to share the total.

$7,846.53

Roman manages to pull out his wallet and black card, inserting it inside the chip reader, all while still holding a now yawning Samaria. At almost 7:30pm, it's past her bedtime.

Snatching the receipt from Blondie, Roman and the group are heading to the car, Zilla loading up the two SUV's as Roman works to strap all the kids in their car seats.

Lina suddenly yawns as he works to secure Samaria. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?"

Roman's eyes nearly bulge out his head.

"No, we are not getting ice cream." He shoots that down real fast, laying out the game plan. "We are going home, I'm gonna put your little sister to bed, we're going to get these projects done, and then all of ya'll are going to sleep."

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After letting the kids ice cream digest, Roman sort of sticks to his plan, putting Samaria to sleep and starting to help Lina and Tama with their projects now that they have all the necessary supplies.

And more.

But, that's neither here nor there.

Except, once again, Roman is reminded how non-creative he is.

And so are his two oldest children.

It's a combination of frustration, exhaustion, and more that has The Tribal Chief just about ready to call it a night, accepting he'll just keep them home from school tomorrow.

And then, a savior.

A sweet, sweet angel in the form of an eight year old-girl.

Leya.

His saint of a daughter arrives, practically taking over for all three of them. She works silently and efficiently, pointing and gesturing to certain items when she needs help, something she needs very little of.

It's like watching Solana do her magic, the way his little girl transforms nothing into something.

And not even an hour later, both projects are complete, courtesy almost entirely of Miss Cataleya Reigns.

Why couldn't all his kids be like her?

Roman doesn't need to direct Tama and Lina to thank their sister. One thing about them all, they love and support each other. He and Solana never have to do anything to encourage that.

Unfortunately, it's not until almost 10:30 when he gets the remaining kids in bed, Roman plopping down on the sofa and releasing a deep breath from one of the most stressful days he's had in a while.

He'd love nothing more than to jump in bed, but he has to have his nightly call with his wife to see how she's doing. Along with letting her know how things have been on his end.

Something he both is and is not looking forward to.

Except when Roman pulls out his phone to call his wife, he hears something.

Turning to his right, he's met with none other than Leya. She's still in her pajamas, pink, silk bonnet on her head, her favorite stuffy in her hand.

He sits forward, frowning, "what's wrong, baby?"

He has a guess, already knowing her anxiety and OCD tend to get triggered at night when one of her parents is out of town. Except, she usually comes and finds him when he's already in bed.

Not this soon.

She says nothing, instead walking over and placing her little arms around him for a hug.

Instantly, a massive wave of relief washes over him. There's something about being hugged by all his kids, especially his girls. But, Leya's hugs always hit and feel deeper.

And that feeling only intensifies when she says in her cute, soft, little voice, "you're the best daddy ever."

Roman's eyes shut, his heart filled with all the wonderful things and emotions that come from fatherhood. From knowing how, despite his massive concerns about such thing, his hard work has paid off.

He's managed to have the relationship with his kids he never thought possible but is clearly a reality given the powerful words just spoken.

"Thank you, sweetie." Roman kisses her temple. "I love you, Cataleya."

She hugs him a little tighter. "I love you, too, daddy."

Words he'll never tire of hearing. Ever.

Roman pulls back, gently tapping her cheek. "Hey, how about you come lay down with daddy now?" It makes all the sense. He knows before the morning arrives, at least two of his children will end up in his bed. The kids all like to sleep with whatever parent is home when the other is out of town.

He's just fast forwarding.

Leya's eyes light up as she nods and smiles happily.

Roman chuckles, standing up while still holding her. "Come on."

He leads her upstairs, keeping from her the fact she'll probably get to see and speak to Solana with him. Another surprise of sorts.

Roman's kids may be a lot at times, as are most children, but they're his.

His family.

His legacy.

And, he wouldn't have it any other way.

---------------

Less than a week later, Solana is back home, where she belongs, and where Roman needs her most.

After a day of the kids hovering around their mother, as expected given her absence, later that evening, Roman finally has his wife to himself.

Laying in between her legs, he laments while she plays in his hair, massaging his scalp and providing the sort of release only she can gift him.

"And then," he starts, transitioning to yet another stressful tale from while she was gone. It's always a bit funny to her how dramatic her husband can be. "Lina and Tama…I swear those two are going to send me to an early grave."

Solana rolls her eyes, small smile on her face. "I now they're a lot at times."

"At times?" His eyes dart up to her, filled with nothing but disbelief. "Baby, it's always something with them two. They don't know how to stay seated for more than five minutes, and they can never just listen. Stubborn asses."

Solana snorts. "I wonder where they get that from."

He mutters, "must be from your side of the family."

At that, she has to stop and look at him again. Solana loves this man with everything in her, but it never ceases to amaze her how blind he can be when it comes to their kids. She knows Tama and Lina are a handful at times, spitfires on their own, a tsunami together, but they're every bit of their dad. Same temper. Same determination. Same scowl, even.

Roman is just dealing with himself in the form of an eight year-old little girl and a seven year-old little boy. Not that he can see that.

No, not at all.

"Well…" Solana trails off, leaning over, running her hands down his chest. "Hint of advice for next time, babe?" Roman looks at her. "Let Aria take her cart. Once it's filled, that's it in her mind. She doesn't think to ask to put anything else in the big cart. Keep Lina with Leya, and Tama with you. Leya serves as a buffer between the two."

Roman looks like his whole life has just been turned upside down. He sits up, continuing to look at Solana with disbelief. "Baby, you ain't think to tell me that shit before?" Solana giggles, rolling her eyes once more. "All that damn stress for nothing."

Solana presses her lips together and strokes his beard. "I'm sorry, mi amor." Voice dropping, she sits up, moving closer to him on the bed. "Why don't you let me make it up to you?" Solana shifts once more so she's straddling her husband. Her hands massaging his big, broad shoulders. She drops her mouth to his ear, kissing the shell, whispering. "Let mami take care of papi."

Lightly grinding on top of him, she's unsurprised to feel the growing erection pressing against her.

Smiling, she starts kissing him, his hands moving under her big shirt, going and lifting it over her head. The removal leaves her in just her blank thong. Nothing else.

An unhealthy amount of lust fills and dances in Roman's warm irises, prompting her to reach for the waistband of his sweats.

Kissing on his neck while doing so, she's caught off guard when he grabs her by her wrists.

Confused as all outdoors, she expresses as such, "what's wrong?"

Roman just looks at her. This beautiful goddess of a woman practically naked before him. The mother of his children. His wife. The love of his life. He's missed the fuck out of her.

And, he's especially missed fucking her.

He won't deny himself this.

Not tonight.

"Nothing," he dismisses, hiking her up on his waist. They can have the condom talk some other time. Right now, he wants one thing and one thing only. Solana lowers her lips to his, her hair hanging and fanning their faces. He smirks, murmuring with a light slap to her ass. "Show papi how much you missed him."

[starfxkrinc]

i think i need an elaborate essay on jj fucking the piss out of sweatpea 🤔

(something to keep me alive i fear)

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jj was feeling mean again. and maybe this time you did provoke him, but you hated when he talked down to you. acting like now he had a problem with your age and picking at every thing you do.

in hindsight, its not very good to respond to "your acting like a damn child" with "when's the last time you fucked a child?"

now jj was making it his business to make you prove how 'grown' you were.

"nuh uh, move that fuckin hand." he had you trembling, laid on your side with a leg over his shoulder as he dug into you. by now the pleasure blurred to pain and circled back again as he did his best to overstimulate you.

you were still squirming and crawling away when he pulled out, "no more, i-i'm done i'm tired."

you flinched when he laughed--short and derisive like he was mocking you and he smacked your ass harshly, flipping you onto your stomach so he could shove a pillow under your hips, "don't tell me you're tappin out now sweet pea? thought you were a big girl."

he yanks you back onto his dick, spearing you wide open with a sticky squelch without any chance to prepare. again he's relentless, keeping you secure by digging his fingers into your fleshy hips to pull you back. by now you just felt like a fleshlight, something for him to fuck into with wild abandon like you weren't leaving and breathing underneath him.

each thrust made you feel almost sick, not even the cushion of your ass against his hips could offer you relief from the way he pushed against your cervix. cockdrunk and dizzy your pelvic floor felt weak. this wasn't like normal, where the full feeling in your bladder was signal of an orgasm. this felt dirtier, more primal.

"oh my god you have to stop, please stop!" with an embarrassed cry you release, pissing hot into the sheets as jj groans above you.

"fuuuuck, i'm gonna cum sweet pea. right in that hot fucking cunt." with a few more stuttered thrusts he stops, hips flush against yours as he fills you to the brim, "goddamn."

pulling out, jj spreads you open, smirking at the sight of your gaped hole trickling his cum into the pale yellow puddle of piss beneath you. despite it all you still throb with the need to cum one last time.

"shit, guess you really aint grown yet baby. still need to be potty trained."

[coolwyous]

can we get hcs of hockey!dani before and after they got together 😞😞😞 yk

hockey!dani my LOVE and future aint shit bd <333 fwb era and gf era are soooo different but here r my takes

  ୭˚. 𝙛𝙬𝙗 𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮!𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 would go days without texting you and when you'd finally get sick of it and hit the dreaded double text. only for her to say 'didn't u see my private story' where she's constantly asking who wants to hang out. it makes you want to crash out, how difficult she can be sometimes, but when she's the one hitting you up late at night with another 'wyd gorgeous' you realize you're no better than she is, leaving her opened until she's the one facetiming you out of desperation, asking you to come over when she's done with practice or whining that you haven't made an effort to see her after her away game. 'damn you'd lowkey b hurting my feelings if i cared a lil bit' she'd text you, and you're about to put her shit on absolute blast, but she follows it up with a picture of her, sweaty and red in the face from practice, and says something stupid about not wanting to shower alone. you hate her a little bit for how stupid her lines are, but hate yourself for the fact that you find her so attractive, her horrible lines work...

  ୭˚. 𝙛𝙬𝙗 𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮!𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 would take any stupid opportunity to flex how athletic she is, from hitting backflips in your yard to climbing the tree to sneak in through your window like some kind of monkey. you never quite understood exactly what point she was trying to prove, but the giant grin she'd give you each time she'd land another stupid trick on the ice made you roll your eyes. "you're worse than a toddler on fucking crack," you'd complain, only for her to step back and say some stupid shit like "can a toddler on crack do this?" and accomplish some other feat. you finally realize these stupid bids for attention are just her way of getting your attention, and the first time you ever give her a sarcastic "wow, so cool" she's beaming wider than you could have imagined.

  ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮!𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 , the day after you two finally made things official, flat out deactivated her instagram. you were confused at first, until a new account (icedoutdanz became simply daniavan_) followed you. "why'd you make a new account?" you asked her when you finally saw her later that day for your coffee date, and she seems almost hesitant about sharing her reasoning. "i thought we deserved a fresh start," she tells you, and you won't admit how much it warms you to see how willing she is to set you guys up for success. you realize it's a private account, the only people she follows being close friends and teammates. "i'll kill anyone in your dm's with my bare hands," you threaten, and she lights up and grabs your chin to give you a reassuring kiss. "i should have gotten rid of the roster earlier if it would have made it easier to bag you," she'd grin, littering kisses along your cheeks.

  ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮!𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 won't admit that she's nervous to meet your parents, even if you remind her you've known them even longer than the two of you have known each other. "it's different when we're dating," she presses, and you're honestly thrilled knowing she's wanting to make sure it goes well. she's bouncing her leg the whole drive to your house, and is uncharacteristically silent as you two wait outside the door, until you rub your thumb across her knuckles and grip her hand. as soon as your dad opens the door, all worries melt away— dani so easily taps into that endless fountain of reckless confidence, and this is no different. "so... can i start calling you dad?" she greets, only for him to glare at you, then at her. "i'll kill you," he says flatly, inviting you both in. "i see where you get it from," she grins, pointing to the man, forever enthused to push all his buttons. after dinner, your mom pulls you aside to take some plates of leftovers as dani is debating with your dad and brothers some stupid hockey things. "the whole night, she can't stop looking at you. i like that in someone who plans to date you," she tells you, a knowing smile on her face. you peek at her in the living room, fearlessly rambling some hot take you know she's probably refusing to step down from. you feel your cheeks go warm at the sight of her— fearless, headstrong dani, and she's unapologetically in love with you.

( you wonder how you ever imagined meeting someone this authentically, vibrantly themselves and not falling head over heels in love. )

[aradassbadass]

bad pt ii | d. dennis

in which you he shows just who he truly is.

u busy

you couldnt help but stare at the message on your screen contemplating how to answer. looking back you felt that you had previously been all too eager to say no just to see the man, but deep down you had always knew this situation was not ideal.

you knew you were more than just quick, passing through town pussy, but why did it feel like you weren’t. why did this man have such an impact on you and most importantly why did you let him?

yes

you responded before you realized what you had done and you threw your phone down on your bed panic and anxiety settling and swelling in your stomach. why did it feel so bad putting yourself first?

almost immediately your phone pinged & the feeling inside worsened. you sat there a few moments steading your breath before picking it back up.

too bad im outside

the words angered you and slammed the phone back down in frustration.

“who the fuck does he think he is, showing up unannounced and uninvited. he can treat me like shit on his terms now too.” you said to yourself and just like clock work your phone began to ring.

you hastily declined and layed down on your bed only for it to ring for a second time to which you answered angrily.

“what the fuck do you want?” you said, annoyance dripping from your words.

“damn ma its like that now?” he chuckled, low voice on the other end filled with amusement.

“what do you want duke?” you said again voice firm.

“man let me in.” he said tone more serious this time.

“no, go home.” you protested.

“you are home.” you could almost hear his smile through the phone.

you couldnt help but laugh at this, “nigga please. get the fuck on somewhere with that bullshit.”

“im forreal bro let me in i wanna see you before i hit the road.” he said and you were willing to bet he was playing with his locs.

“too bad.” you say copying his words before hanging up the phone.

satisfaction was only temporary because only seconds later he was banging on your front door. you jumped at the noise, fear now running through you.

you slowly crept to the door as the noise continued, cringing as it become louder and more frequent. you sighed and took a big breath before opening it only to be met by the heavily tatted man.

“i told you to go home.” you said, voice not letting off the nervousness that was in your gut.

you could barely stand to look him in the eye as you said it. his usually happy demeanor was gone and his eyes were dark and were full of something you had not seen before.

its like he noticed a crack in your facade before he launched himself in your house slamming your door shut behind him and wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you body into his. usually this would have made you elated, but not this time.

“you think that shit was fucking cute huh?” he said, grabbing you by your chin forcing you to look at him.

your eyes wide, you dont respond. it was scary seeing him like this. he was the big bad wolf and you were a helpless lamb.

“oh so now you dont wanna say nothing.” he says leaning down in your ear. “when i say let me in you fucking let me in. that sassy shit aint gone get you nowhere.”

his warm breath on you sent chills right down your being and you could feel your pussy begin to throb. you could now his his dick pressing against your stomach and you begin to ache for it.

your eyes shift from his eyes too his lips as your closeness begins to overwhelm your senses as you can suddenly smell his cologne and feel his body heat. he smirks only before leaning in and brushing your lips against his. you cant help but lean into the movement wanting- needing more.

you felt the desperation beginning to make its way back front and center. oh how he could turn you into a mess in a matter of moments. he was more than just a dominating prescience this time- he had a particular darkness about him that usually was not there.

“p-please.” you stammer out voice barely above a whisper.

“please what?” he quizzes a small smile gracing his face and soft lips still hovering yours.

“use me.” you say giving in.

a devilish grin replace the smile and he pulls you too him and smashes his lips against yours, large hands sliding themselves into your lounge pants and yanking them down.

he grips your ass as he picks you up and sits down on the grey couch with in his lap. your bare pussy grinding down onto his gray sweatpants surely leaving a mark but neither of you care in the moment as he pulls his lips from yours and begin sucking on your neck.

“fuck.” you cry out as his hand goes under your top and begins to rub your nipples between his digits. you grind down onto him hard as he does this, friction of the fabric barely soothing your aching clit. yours hands go to the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“ yeah that’s it mama grind on that dick.” he growls voice full of desire. your throw your head back at his words, before reaching down to pull his leaking length from his pants and rubbing yourself against the unclothed skin covering it with your slickness.

“ouuu shit baby, just like that.” he grunts this time throwing his head back and letting it rest on the back of the couch.

you use the words as encouragement as you continue to rub yours clit down the length of his dick, both of your slickness mixing into one and intensifying the sensation.

with the slightest move upwards with his hips he slides into your effortlessly earning a loud moan.

as you begin to bounce on his length he pulls up your top and grabs your breast, squeezing them in his hands.

“this all you needed aint it? some dick to help you remember who i am to you, what i am to you.” you hear him growl, his nimble fingers going down to massage your clit.

“without this dick aint shit bout you right, you need me to make you whole. you need me. you need me fucking you, showing you all that you are in this world is a slut for me.” he says voice drunk on desire and the words fill your ears like scripture.

you cry out in orgasmic bliss as you realize your reality. duke is everything. he is like an addiction- as bad as you know he is, you need him & when you go too long without him you get disoriented, irritable, and seeking a release that only he can fulfil.

“yes daddy, i need you.” you mewl out riding out your orgasm as he buries his head in your chest and begins to thrust upwards into you like he’s gone mad.

struggled grunts escape his lips as he buries himself into with a long final stroke and you feel the all too familiar sensation flooding your insides serving as an escape from the high you just experienced and you are coming back to reality realizing what you just did.

disgust and frustration fill your being almost immediately and you hurriedly pull yourself from his lip, your insides leaking onto his dick and lap as you stood.

“get the fuck out.” you anger beginning to bubble over.

“man what?” he says breathlessly.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT DUKE.” you scream irritation coming to fruition.

he looks up at you at this surprise clear in his face & yours not budging. his eyes are searching yours for any hint of weakness but finding non.

“GO.” you scream for one final time before storming off to your bedroom and slamming the door & locking it.

you were done with duke and you vowed to rid yourself of your addiction of him. as much as you wanted to see him in the light everyone else did you knew that would never happen. you always tried making excuses about who he was but you seen him now for who he was- it was just bad.

[levissslutt]

Mr. Officer pt 2 ;)

It had been a week since Offer Fatu pulled you over, sitting on your bed you held your phone in your hand debating on calling him.

The two of you had been texting about any and everything since that night, casual conversations, getting to know each other, it was refreshing honestly, not having to force a conversation or beg him to talk to you, it just came naturally.

Apart of you wondered if he was only interested in fucking, but then again he really could’ve fucked you that night if he really wanted to, so nonetheless you called him.

One, two, three rings.

“Wassup lil mama.”

His voice came through the phone smooth and deep.

“Hey Officer Fatu.”

He chuckled lightly on the other end.

“Yo ass better stop playing, what you got going on tonight.”

“Not shit that’s why I called you, tryna chill ?”

“Hell yea, what you got in mind ? A movie or sum.”

You shook your head knowing damn well a movie was the last thing y’all was about to do.

“Yea that’s cool, you want to get a bottle too?”

You could hear the smile on his face.

“Now you speaking my language, send yo addy imma be there in a few.”

-

You spent the next couple of hours straightening up your apartment, because lord knows in guy time “imma be there in a few”, really meant “imma be there prolly by the end of the day or tomorrow.”

A light knock on your door, had you jumping out your skin.

"Of fucking course he would show up and not let me know he was on the way."

Grey sweats hung low on your hips, with a spaghetti strapped tank top, a chill in the house fit, nothing crazy.

When you opened the door his eyes immediately landed on your chest.

"Ian see those before."

Rolling your eyes you pulled him in, shutting the door.

"That's cause I had on a bra."

He raised his eyebrow at you as he kicked his shoes off, " no bra huh."

"Don't be creepy we just chillin...for now."

He grinned wickedly, plopping down on your couch.

"You absolutely right about that."

-

As the night went on the tension loosened allowing drinks and jokes to flow with ease. The two of you had migrated to the balcony, watching the last of the daylight fade away. Your legs were draped over his, his hands resting on your knees.

"So tell me about that ex of yours, why he had you damn near bout to crash out."

Sighing you cocked your neck in his direction, "he cheated I told you that."

"Yea but why."

You looked at him in disbelief.

"The fuck if I knew, why is the sky blue, why do cars run on gas, why do professors give out assignments and then complain about grading them why the fuck do people cheat on they partners when they could've just left them alone, the world may never know."

His hand lifted, bringing the glass of dark liquid to his lips, his eyes holding a bit too much amusement for your liking.

"Aight then ma, Ian mean it like that, I guess I meant there must have been signs, is there a reason you aint protect yourself and dip?"

You pondered for a second, because he was right, there were signs, too many, and you let them slide, twice, like a fucking idiot.

Your eyes got glossy for a brief second. You sucked them tears right back in your eyes because there was no way in hell you were about to cry over that fuck nigga. His loss.

Josh had noticed the look on your face just briefly, not saying anything, he took another sip of his drink, patiently waiting for you to vent.

-

He just knew you was something special the second he laid eyes on you. That night he rounded the car fully expecting to be greeted with some cocky white kid, instead there you were, sitting all pretty like you wasn't driving like a hood nigga on the run.

He hated how you look, eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears, small golden dress hiked up, heels off. He froze for a second he he knew you caught it too. All his morals went out the window the more the two of you interacted.

And now here he was listening to you vent about how some young dude broke your heart.

He had already decided even before coming over to your place that he was going to make you his.

"You was too good for him and he knew it, he did what he could to try and break you down, men do that when we know we lost, we can't have it? No one will."

You nodded, bringing your own glass to your lips. You knew that though, you knew all too well how he was and you allowed him to play you anyways and that's what hurt the most, the disappointment in failing your self.

"But fuck that nigga for real, Imma get over it."

Offcer. Fatu smiled at you.

"There it go."

"Where what go."

"That fire in your eyes, it simmers just beneath the surface. I can see it through the tears, through that mask you got on, I see that shit ma, and Im ready for it."

You stomach flip flopped at his comment. This man was reading you for filth, but in a good way. He shifted eventually pulling you on top of him, bodies facing the city. The night was coming alive, and even though you were up here alone with Josh, you felt the electricity.

His hand roamed your body, holding you close. His hand suddenly, wrapped around the back of your neck, yanking you backwards into his chest and whispered in your ear.

"You have no idea how good you look right now baby."

His free hand slipping past your sweats, he found your clit with ease, expertly moving his fingers up and down. He left small kisses on your shoulder watching the way your body responded to him with hooded eyes.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste you.

"Mhm still as sweet as I remember."

He had complete control over you, jelly in his hands. He wasted no time pulling his hard cock out , teasing your entrance before sinking you down onto it.

You hissed at his size, eyes watering, you had never taken someone this big, and it fucking hurt like hell in the most delicious way.

He took his time moving slow and steady, making sure you were comfortable. With each stroke you relaxed for him more and more, until he found a steady pace he liked, the soft pat of skin was being drawn out by city night below you.

You held on to his forearm as his pace picked up, your body leaning into his.

"You ok baby?"

You nodded, your walls clenching around him. His hands held you under your knees and picked you up.

"Joshh fuck people might see us." You whined out.

"I don't give a fuck, let them, let them see how im fucking this pretty pussy."

Your body was giving away to the pleasure, the man holding you up grunting slightly with each movement. Hips snapping into you at this point. He put you on your feet, hands gripping the railing as he held one leg straight in the air, fucking you into oblivion.

His hand yet again wrapped around your neck.

"All that moaning and Ion hear my name, let yo neighbors know who stopped by tonight."

He was fucking you hard at this point, his pace and grip on you relentless.

"Joshh, you fucking me so good fuckk."

"Uhuh keep talking to me girl I love that shit."

"Fuck fuck fuck Josh don't stop."

A hard slap came down on your rear, as he put your leg down, his hands gripping your hips almost punishingly.

Any person walking by could look up and see you getting railed. And the thought of that almost got you off, almost.

But of course it was Josh in the end, shifting his hips in a way that kissed your g spot perfectly, screaming his name now your walls clenched on him as you came.

Coming completely undone in his hands , but he couldnt get enough, practically fucking you through the rail you were gripping onto.

"This pussy is mine girl, you so wet for me baby gah damn." "You like this shit huh."

You could feel him filling you up, talking himself through his nut.

His hips stuttered once more before flinging you over his shoulder.

"Oh my god put me down, I can walk." You squealed.

He answered with a smack on your ass.

"That's cute, you think Im done witcho ass."

Before you could protest he threw you onto the same couch the night started on, spreading your legs wide and throwing your knees over his shoulder.

His mouth watered like he was looking at a pot of honey, practically drooling.

"Look at this shit, so pretty, so sweet."

He kissed the inside of your thigh, and then the other side before attaching his mouth to your soaked cunt, his hands holding you down by your thighs as he ate you out.

His beard tickling your ass as he continued, enjoying every second.

Your neighbors definitely knew his name now, the way he had you a mess on your own couch, his grills scraping your skin in the best way, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His lips did not leave yours until you came, walls clenching around nothing as he lapped up every bit of you.

He wasted no time, flipping you over on the couch, now resting on your knees, hands on the back of the couch, but Josh had other plans.

"Stay like that for a second pretty girl."

You tried to crane your neck slightly to watch him walk away only for your head to be pushed back into the back of the couch.

"I said fucking stay girl, don't move."

His aggressiveness shocked you, but you obeyed.

You could hear the clinking sound of metal as he returned, it didn't take long for you to realize what was happening, because you soon heard the rapid clicking noise of his cuffs loosening.

"Put your hands behind your back, this what I should've did the other night, but Imma teach yo ass a different lesson, and don't you dare try to run."

Your face was flushed an angry shade of red, not from his words or the fact that he was about to cuff you- it flushed cause you liked it, you didn't want him to stop. You never been handled like this before, it was new territory you've yet to discover and oh boy where you living for every second.

Your face buried in the couch, arms now resting behind your back and Joshua clamped down the cold metal on your wrist. The rapid sound of the clicking was all you could hear, over the faint stereo playing in your room.

"Run and see what happens." He growled.

You weren't about to test him, wasn't like you could move much anyways. Handcuffed like a criminal and he had his left hand on your hip, right wrapped around your neck like jewelry, with his tatted leg propped up on your couch.

He aligned himself with you, sinking in inch by inch.

"Fuck girl this shit- fuck right her is perfect, so fucking wet baby."

His tip kissed your spot almost instantly. He had learned the way your body responded to him that fast.

Your brain was foggy, voice strained and whiney, and he was loving very second of it.

"Officer Im sorry- I won't do it again."

He chuckled darkly, his cock twitched inside of you, his relentless pace not faltering for a second.

"I bet you won't, you fucking slut, letting a cop fuck you like this in yo house, I bet you would've taken me just like this on the side of the road huh?"

His hips glitched, pounding into you like he owed you rent.

Your were certain you'd have bruises left behind because of him, the thought making you even more aroused.

The stubbornness in you wanted to take back just an ounce of control, but how when he had you pinned.

A thought popped into your head, a wicked one that might be a bad one but fuck it, yolo right ?

You leaned forward the best way you could, hooking your feet around his knees, locking him in your grasp. He technically still had control but your actions, had his pace getting sloppy and feral.

"Im finna nut in you- fuck ma - keep playing."

"Please please Josh I need it now."

His hips stuttered, breathe shagged, as he came, deep inside of you, and you felt it. Every bit of him.

As the two of you came down from your high, to your surprise he didn't remove the cuffs but instead flipped you over his shoulder, again, in the direction of your bedroom.

"Finna mark you as mine in every fucking room you got."

-

By the morning you had came more times than you could remember, body littered in love marks, and he still had not taken off the cuffs. Looking over, you saw the man responsible for it sprawled out on his stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the bed.

You smiled at the sight.

"He tore my ass up from the balcony to my bedroom and got the nerve to be sprawled out in my shit like this."

To your surprise he answered you.

"Girl I was doing all the work, besides I was just resting my eyes."

His voice was full of sleep and deep, rumbling your bones.

"Right right, but uh can you take these cuffs off me now."

"Nah your punishment aint over yet."

It sounded like a threat, but the way you grinned ear to ear had him sitting up in the bed now, eyebrows raised at your expression.

" Fuck you smiling for."

"Well come punish me then Mr. Officer."

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ok i have to know how feral g!p sakura and g!p reader would be like im dying omg i have to know share your thoughts plssss

Imagine

g!p sakura AND g!p reader? OH MY GO- *train*

okokokay NOW obviously i think that normally sakura would be nice and slow, but you did mention feral... B)

imagine waking up at like 2 am and feeling your body FREEZING and the bed shaking then you open your eyes to see your pants on the floor, a massive dick bouncing on your face while your dick was being ridden by sakura (JAHSJSJSJHSXKJA) and you cant do anything but take it because you're such a good girl<3 (and now even hornier than sakura)

you guys still remember the first time yall had sex; it was literally unintentional (kind of), practicing late at night when everyone already went home, sakura would just be dancing and you'd stand next to her watching, but her shoe laces are untied! you gotta catch her so she doesn't hurt herself right?

she falls on top of you, having an almost-kiss, the idea making you blush hard at that... but you know what else was hard? uh oh! but wait... what's that? OH! looks like you aren't the only one in this after all!

your gaze fall down, and who would have guessed? two huge bumps squeezed against one another. you look back up at sakura who's just as hard and surprised as you and she's just: "...should we?" OMG SHE SAID IT

pinning you against the wall while she spun you around, you pushing your ass out while she takes off your pants and boxers, her eyes fixated on you. and then the moment she stretches you out... MYGAWD THAT COCK IS HUGE

she bottoms you out on the spot, still unsure of what to do she just goes slow, your goal just being to satisfy your dicks so that your boners would not show...

you throw your head back, resting it on her shoulder as she grinds your hips back and forth on her big fat dick, faster and faster as she moans in your ear, making you dizzy and hornier

you just ended up cumming on the floor while she filled you up, pulling out as her cum drips out of your asshole to the floor, damn what a mess! but all you guys did was just hug while you come down from your high, smiling because that was a funny way to confess

and now it's different, it aint slow and cute, its fast and rough. literally you just pinning sakura down on the bed and spreading her legs so wide it hurts, thrusting in and out of her ass while her cock smears precum all over herself, playing with her balls just to tease her more and then edge her again and again...

she angles her cock up to your stomach, cumming all over your abs and then you pull out to cum all over her; it's like a game of equality, drowning each other in cum 😮‍💨

oh and when i say she cums hard its not like 3 shots of cum HELL NAW WE GOING UP TO 15 (thick ropes of cum)

blowing your back out is literally her favorite, seeing you covered in her cum just marks you as hers and no one else's.

and of course when you're tired you'd just stroke your cocks together with one hand and flirt, sometimes make out if you have energy

everyone say thank you sakura 😫

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Fontaine, Seduced

(alternatively : Fontaine Tries To Be A Gentleman But You Aint Ask Him For All'Dat)

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, long fic, cursing, use of the n-word, thirsty Fontaine, ramblings, slight corruption kink, praises n' begging, P-in-V, light bondage, Slips' First Smut

A/N: So sorry for the wait! Sooo, this is in answer to the anon who asked how Fontaine would be if he was trying to hide his nasty. i really hope i did you proud! I've

He...may have a problem.

There you were, the light of his life, seated on the floor and in a nest of your own making. Blankets and pillows spread with you nestled in it's center. A skein of yarn to your left as whatever it was you were creating grew in your lap with snacks to your right.

Absolutely adorable while you watched an old western with him. Fontaine knew you were warm and soft as a cake from your shower and shea butter, he could smell your hot chocolate with every sip you took.

Your furry socked feet rubbed together in your contentedness and every so often, you'd lean back on Fontaine's legs to look up at him until he leaned down to kiss you.

He wanted to see you cry.

It was terrible, he was terrible. You've been nothing but good to him and here he was wanting to see those pretty eyes rolling. It was a problem, he knew it.

Still...

He wanted to bend and twist you, he wanted to hear how close he could get you to screaming. Fontaine wanted to bite from your neck to your ankles, he wanted to ruin your sheets. He wanted to ruin the back seats in his ride, take you on a walk and lay you down beneath the moon and hear you call for him.

Fontaine knew how pretty you'd be taking his dick down your throat and he wanted to see it first hand.

But....it was you.

He could imagine wrapping a hand around those pretty locs and tugging them down to swallow his dick, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it.

Because it was you.

What if he hurt you? What if he did something you didn't like and you didn't tell him?

What if he scared you?

The idea alone distressed him.

He wouldn't risk it. Fontaine wouldn't risk anything when it came to you.

"Tea time? I think its tea time."

Your words drew him from his thoughts, movie long forgotten as he watched you stretch. You rolled partly onto your side, humming and unaware of the chaos you were causing as your cami rode high and your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.

"You want some tea?"

You were laid out into your back now, lost in a other stretch and Fontaine took a breath and nodded.

He was fine.

It was fine.

:::

It was not fine.

"I know it's a lot, but I made a promise." You sighed, looking over your shoulder and into the full length mirror in the back of the bedroom door. Fontaine sat only a few feet away, the polishing his sneaker in the same damn spot.

The promise was modeling a line of beautifully crafted crystal-bikini sets. Your locs were piled up carelessly as you struggled to clasp the top piece.

Fontaine has never seen anything like it, but you often ran with an artsy crowd. You often brought home strange and beautiful things to either model, store, or complete.

He really he hoped that you get to keep this one.

"You good, baby, you good. Tell what's it made of." Fontaine cleared his throat and stood, coming up behind you to take over.

"Fluorite and clear-quartz, you can see the lil' silver bells, right?" she said. "It reminds me of those flapper girls! But without the, uh, middle part, y'know? Look!"

You took a step back and twisted your hips with a soft, "Swish, swish!"

Fontaine whistled lowly. All he saw pretty titties and tasty thighs. When you turned and bent over a bit, wagging your bottom at him, he moved before thinking.

He cracked you right across the ass.

You squealed, putting your hands on your cheeks and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ooh, shit, my bad baby!"

Fontaine's heart fell into the floorboards, regardless of giggle fit you were in. He pulled you close with one arm, pressing apologetic kisses to the top of your head while his free hand rubbed your cheeks.

What the fuck was he thinking? Okay, he's gave you a little pop every now and again but that--that was out of line.

'You fuckin' up, nigga.'

"It's okay, it's okay. Really, it was really the sound that surprised me--okay?"

Fontaine looked you in the eye, saw your glimmering eyes and the giddy smile. He kissed your cheeks, wanting to feel your blushing face.

Then he nodded.

You kissed him on the lips, then had the nerve to bat your eyes at him.

"Y'know...I do get to keep this."

:::

"--od, Big Dawg?"

Fontaine's head snapped up and saw that Big Moss was trying to pass him a blunt. He shook his head at himself, taking the blunt and then taking a pull.

Big Moss shook his head as well, "C'mon, tell me what's up."

"I'm good, 'Moss. Jus' got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about your lil' shawty or somthin'?"

He grunted. Feeling his stare, Fontaine turned to face Big Moss who's expression was expectant.

"Well? Tell ya mans what's goin' on!" On went the fan and Fontaine knew it wasn't going to be let go.

He took another hit and passed the blunt back, "She's a good girl. Ain't like the others I had, I ain't gotta tell you that. Can't treat her like normal."

"Can't treat her... normal?"

"Can't treat her normal, y'know wha' I'm sayin'?"

A beat of silence. Then Big Moss' eyes widened in understanding,

"Oh! can't trea--yeah, a'ight, I see, I see."

Fontaine sighed and told Big Moss about losing himself when you were trying on the bikini-set, how bad he felt.

"Did she feel bad?"

"What?"

"I know you heard me, nigga. Like, did she cry or cuss yo' ass out? Get up and leave? anythin'?"

Fontaine didn't have to think hard to recall your smile, the breathy way you laughed, "...No. She wasn't mad. I was the one most fucked up by it."

Smacking his lips, the Big Moss put a hand on Fontaine's shoulder,

"Lemme tell you somethin', this yo' first Good Girl--ain't it? I'll tell you somethin' about 'em. The sweetest little faces be hiding the nastiest shit, cuz."

Fontaine scoffed, unbelieving. He recalled your inexperience at the beginning of your relationship. You were nervous but you did make up for it in unlimited enthusiasm...

"Hmn."

Big Moss continued, "I'm telling you, man! She's probably shy 'bout some shit and just need a lil encouragement from her man. Trust me on this, Big Dawg. I've seen how ya'll are--"

His free hand went up innocently at the look Fontaine gave him,

"All I'm sayin' is that ya'll rock with each other. Work with her, man. It'll all be cool in the end, ya dig me? Whatch it be something small, I'm tellin' you!"

Fontaine thought about it.

Then he nodded. Big Moss nodded back, handing over the blunt and not bothering to hide his grin.

:::

Fontaine had a plan.

He was thinking about it every since he left Big Moss, their talk still echoing through his head.

'Take it slow if you that worried, Big Dawg.'

'Moss was right. Fontaine took it slow made sure to be careful when dealing with you, and it's gotten him nothing but sweetness and warmth back.

He went to your place without even thinking and you welcomed him in with an excited smile. That smile grew nearly manic when you saw the take out in hands.

He took in your plushy romper and slippers as he followed you into the den. That winter weight that you've been commenting about was nothing but God and Fontaine knew to be grateful.

"Damn girl, whatchu been up too?" He rose a brow at the whirlwind of yarn and notebooks.

"Ah, just trying to keep hands busy!" you said with an embarrassed little laugh. You hurried to make space for him on the couch, moving your next to the floor after tossing down a few blankets.

You went onto your hands and knees, spreading out all the corners and pulling a few seating cushions closer. Fontaine followed the lines of you, right to the lil' bit of booty that was peeking out.

"You gonna be sittin' away from me?" Fontaine mumbled, eyes stuck to your ass.

"I'll come closer." You promised with a coy smile, then told him to get comfortable. You asked if he needed anything as you both settled down.

Fontaine nearly purred at your care of him, reminded of how good he had it with you.

He just had to go slow. Get used to checking himself, making sure he wasn't doing too much. Fontaine would contain himself.

A soft touch brought him outside of his head.

"Whatchu doin' down there, pretty?"

Your hands slid up his jean clad thighs and aimed those bright eyes at him. You still laid your cheek on his knee, still rubbing as you blink slowly at him without saying a word.

Fontaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for this. All he could do was nod and you gave him a candied smile as you pulled down his zipper. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself as the lust for nearly boiled over.

He was trying to be a good.

Your soft hands found his dick already half hard. Fontaine shifted to make more room for you, utterly enthralled by the way you licked your lips and wriggled closer.

A few pumps were all he needed and without preamble, you slipped his dick right to the back of your throat.

His ears rang and he finally released the remote he's been clutching, arms going out to span the back of the couch. What the fuck was this?

Your head went in small bobs, never letting the head of Fontaine's dick from the back of your throat. Your tongue was wet and wonderful. Nearly serpentine as you jerked the base of him, pulling back and giving his tip saccharine kisses.

He breathed heavily, hips jerking only once before he remembered himself. You hummed disappointedly and pulled back, looking at him with a small frown

" 'Taine, you need to relax." You still stroked his length, "Are you not into oral, we don't have too--

"Naw, that ain't it," Fontaine interjected quickly,

You rewarded him with another wet kiss to his tip, "Then why aren't you putting this where it belongs?"

He blinked as your words rang through his ears, the sweetest faces...

"You always go stiff as a board when I'm down here, never let me stay as long as I want." you sniffed and rubbed your lips against his dick.

His voice was faint, "I ain't want you to think you had to."

"I'd love to, Fontaine, that's the thing. More than often, preferably." You sighed, "I love that you're careful with me, but have you ever...wanted to...not be?"

Fontaine's hands balled where they were still up on the back of the couch.

You made the face when you were going to be really patient with him about something. Your gave his dick another kiss, soft as silk.

"Would you still be into me if I wasn't acting sweet all the time?"

He never understood whiplash until this very moment, but Fontaine focused when he saw the furrow in your brow.

"I don't care how you act, you're gonna still be mine at the end of the day." Fontaine was certain there was nothing that you could go through that he wouldn't be there to stand with you.

"Exactly. You ain't gotta be on your best behavior. You have me and all I want is you. How ever you are. I'm yours."

You laid it out so easy for him, the right words strung together to settle perfectly in his mind. Your words, your words...

Fontaine sat up, his focus zeroing in on you. Your back straightened as you continued.

"So what if I want to act...like-um..."

He sat up, "What? You wanna act up, pretty girl?"

The way you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation ignited him. You were a delicious little morsel on your knees trying to ask if you could swallow his dick again.

The sweetest fuckin' faces...

Fontaine reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb running across your lips. Your brown eyes were nearly black with a craving similar to Fontaine's.

He gently wagged your face, "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Everything."

He chuckled lowly at your whining and leaned in close enough to brush your noses together.

"You know what you askin' me?"

"You said you'd give me anything I need, didn't you? I need you, Fontaine."

Your voice carried off into a gasp, Fontaine had reached behind you and gathered your locs up into a gentle hold before tugging. With your head drawn back, Fontaine had the pleasure of seeing your pink tongue sweeping across your lips.

"You look hungry, pretty girl."

Your answer was a breathy little moan. Fontaine groaned as he leaned in to claim your lips, his reason slipping into the back seat of his mind.

:::

Arms tied behind your back, you could only rock and whine in Fontaine's lap as he pinched and plucked your tender nipples. One hand pulling the satin scarf that he used to bind your hands. It kept you taut and nearly immobile, enough for him to move you as he pleased.

And move you he did. Sometimes releasing your hands to grip at your waist, leaning up to kiss you or lying back and watching you.

The most nasty things flowed from his delectable lips and he definitely wasn't shy about giving your ass a few swats now.

Fontaine has been wringing orgasms out of you like honey from it's comb. The longer it went on, the more it felt like you were being devoured.

On your knees, away from the couch and up against the wall, folded up in recliner, now back on the couch.

Fontaine has never treated you this way. It was sublime. Gone was his careful touches and tender passion. Fontaine fucked you with a single minded determination, content to relish your ecstasy.

"This is what you wanted, pretty thing? Am I givin' you what you need now?"

You nodded, exhaling sharply as he ground into your sweet spot. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes at the sweet-hurt of being overwhelmed. You needed more to fall over the line, but you didn't want it to end.

You made desperate noises as he backed off enough to leave you on the edge, "Ye-Yes! Yes, 'Taine-- please, please--!"

He kneaded your ass, rough as he moved you on his dick. The pressure had you releasing a sound you didn't know you could make.

Fontaine's echoing moan shadowed a grin, "That's it, tell me who I am. Tell me who's this pussy's for."

"Yo-You, Fontaine, you..." You babbled, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"And it feels good?"

"Mmn, yesss..."

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. Fontaine's brow lifted and pace sharpened, ripping a keening gasp from you.

He purred as your eyes rolled back and sat up to meet you chest to chest, using one of his hands to squish your cheeks together.

"Use your words, beautiful. Is. It. Too much?" He husked against your lips, pace frustratingly slowing once again.

Your answer was to bite his bottom lip with the best growl you could muster.

Fontaine muttered something you couldn't hear and then he was leaning back, putting his hands on your thighs and driving up into you in earnest.

It felt like running through fire, seeing ever color at once, knowing the name of every star. All through it, Fontaine continued muttering to himself, no longer concerned with holding you steady.

"Mnh, look at that face. Finally gettin' what you wanted. Acting like like I ain't gonna give you what you ask for--that you can't tell me?"

"It wasn't like that." You whimpered at his hands on you again, reaching down to spread you around him. You gasped and lost balance swaying forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. When Fontaine slowed his pace again, you distantly hoped you'd be awake if he ever decided to cum.

"Don't worry," Fontaine's voice was gravel, "Imma teach you good. We'll find out how much you can take, hm? Together."

You were trembling and your brain was probably slush by now, but you've seen the appeal of being greedy.

Fontaine could still give you more, you still wanted more. Together, you could tear down the fences that kept you from each other's pleasure.

You leaned back enough to mash your lips to his, drinking down his pleased moan.

You didn't care how long it took, you wanted this man to tear you apart and piece you back together.

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PHEW

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Week of wrestlemaina April 14th 2025 SierraNicole 2mins ago

(3) iMessages from Joshua 😩💗

Joshua😩💗

Joshua😩💗: damn little mama you look good on your story 😏 Joshua😩💗: come back up to the room and let me eyp👅🍯 Joshua😩💗: THE THINGGGGG I WANNA DO TO YOUUUU. You don't even know 😏 FUCK YOU SO FINE 🫠😩😩😩

Sierra🫧: your suppose to be in a meeting sir 🤨 Sierra 🫧: why you on your phone

Joshua😩💗: they aint start this shit yet now do I needa come down there or you gonna bring ya fine ass up here?

Sierra🫧: boy you better put your phone down plus I'm busy right now ion got time for you shenanigans 😂

Joshua 😩💗: really mama I compliment your fine feisty ass and you that's how you respond back?

Sierra🫧: Bae don't come down here messing with me  🙄 Read @10:12am

Sierra walked into hers and Jey's hotel room after finishing her morning workout while Jey was getting all his morning meetings and zoom calls done. So he was probably getting ready for his busy day today but when Sierra walked into the room fully hearing the shower on.

She walked over to her bag grabbing her clothes for a shower. She quietly entered the bathroom she set her towel down and sneak in the shower well at least she thought was being sneaky. Jey heard her the minute she walked into the room.

"Hey mama." He said before he turned around.

"Ugh you heard me." She said. He laughed shaking his head.

"Yeah I heard the door close when you walked in the room." He said. "Uhh whatever how were your meeting?" She asked. He pulled her to his chest her breast pressing against his chest. He completely ignored her question as his hand rest right on her waist he using his other hand to play with her boob. "Bae stop I'm all sweaty I really need to shower."

"You came in here interrupting my shower time and I told you I wanted a taste of that pussy but we can skip past that tonight." He said.

"You always wanna fuck." She says.

"I told you that's all I think about when I'm around your sexy ass so why don't you turn around for me and let daddy fuck that pretty pussy." Jey says turning her around and bending her over. He grabbed his hard 8 inch dick rubbing his tip on her wet moist folds.

Sierra gripped onto the shower railing holding herself up. She let out a raspy moan as he stretched her walls.

"F-ffuck jey." She moaned feeling every inch of him.

"You feel me mama?" He asked grabbing a handful of her curls.

"Yesss."

"Good take this dick." He said as began thrusting his hips her ass jiggle after every thrust. "Shit moving just like water mama." He said spanking her backside.

She moaned out his name reaching behind pushing on his lower stomach. He grabbed that arm holding behind her back as fucked her harder and faster balls deep. His balls hit her clit with every stroke.

Her wet macaroni walls creamed around him. He cursed under his breath as he watched himself disappear and appear in his dick glistening with her juice all over it.

"Fuck baby you wet my shit up."

She moaned his name feeling her legs giving out on her.

"Joshhh!" She cried as her peak began taking over.

"Hold it mama I'm almost there..fuck baby I'm finna nut in this pussy." He moaned. "You gonna have my babies?"

She was to dicknotized to speak. Her mouth opened but nothing but air came out. He smirked chuckling to himself enjoying the sight of her this weak under his hold.

"Answer pretty girl you gonna have my babies?" He asked.

"Yess daddy let's make a baby pleasee." She begged.

"Shit." He groaned as his balls tighten up and his dick twitch inside her his head fall back as she began clutching around him. "Fuck baby I'm deep in this pussy I can't pull out." He says.

"Then don't daddy cum in your pussy. Cum in my pretty pussy." She said. He pulled her back to his chest kissing on her neck hitting a new angle. "Oh Fuckkk daddy right thereeee please let me cum I'm so closeee daddyyy."

"You wanna cum on this dick pretty girl?" He asked as held onto her necks kissing behind her ear.

"Pleaseee daddy." She begged. He pulled out quickly turned her around and picked her up sliding her down on his length pinning her against the shower glass and fucked her senseless her pussy leaking as all over him.

"Fuck cum baby girl cum all over your dick." He said in her ear talking her through her peak saying all kinds of dirty things to her. She let out a whaling moan as she came all over him.

"Oh daddy fuck." She moaned feeling him shoot his warm nut in her guts. They stayed stilled catching their breath. Eventually after the caught their breath he slowly pulled out she let out small whimpered felling empty when he removed himself. He put her down on her own to feet.

"You okay baby?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She tells him as she nods her head. They began washing up then they got the shower getting dressed.

"Damn." Jey mumbled to himself as Sierra walked in front of the mirror fixing up her hair and applying her lip gloss. He was sitting on the edge of the bed where got the best view of her ass poking out right at him jiggling with every movement she made as she then began taking some pictures in the mirror.

"Baby take some pictures with me." She said turning to him.

"I thought we had to go?" He asked he stood up and stood behind her his hand on her hips giving them a tight squeeze.

"Yes after we take a few pictures." She said. They snapped few pictures before leaving heading to Jey's first interview with complex which was by himself. That interview took about a hour then they didn't have go far literally all they had to was go upstairs the 3rd floor where they met up with Jimmy for the twins interview together.

Sierra was sitting back stage minding her as she ate her a little snack while watching Jey's promo on the tv mounted on the wall when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder seeing Jaida with her friend.

"You must of fuck him to get your job back I'm surprised your still here after that last stunt you pulled." Jaida says folding her arms as she looks Sierra up and down.

" I mean I fuck him everyday and he fucks me real good I'm sure you know so what's your point you better go somewhere before I whoop yo' ass." Sierra said turning back around.

"Is that a threat?" Jaida intimidated her.

"No mama that's promise so move around." Sierra said as she rolled her eyes swishing her away with her hand.

"I promise you not whooping my ass."

"I promise I will and this gonna be my last warning before I put my hands on you cuz you about this close to getting that ass whoop." Sierra said as she stood up from her seat facing the two girls. She then looked at Jaida friend who clearly wanted nothing to do with any of this. " I suggest you get your friend."

"Jaida let's go it's not worth it girl." Her friends pulling Jaida by the arm away from Sierra. But it was long before someone else whistled at her interrupt her again.

"Damn ma you always that feisty?" Carmelo Hayes says as she turned to see who it was.

"First don't be whistling at me I ain't no animal and secondly who you and why you calling me ma?" She asked as that strong New York accent came out it honestly caught her by surprise.

"My bad,names Carmelo Hayes just wanted to introduce myself to you and let you how gorgeous you are." Carmelo said as stuck his hand out for her to shake. She looked down at his hand then back up at him. "Damn you not even gonna shake my hand that's fucked up."

"No offense but I don't know what you touch or who you been touching plus I have a man." Sierra says.

"You new to roster ma?" He asked.

"Do I look like jump off of turnbuckle." She answered. "And didn't I just say stop calling me them nicknames you ain't my man." She added feeling uncomfortable and cringed real bad.

"I'm just tryna get to know you."

"Well maybe she don't wanna get to know you uce." Jimmy said stepping in seeing how uncomfortable his sister-in-law was talking to his old rival.

"Ain't you married uce?" Carmelo asked Jimmy then turned back to Sierra and said "You dating this married man?"

"No dumbass you messing with the wrong girl. That's my brother girl and you ain't really meet him yall think I'm crazy nah twin real crazy." Jimmy tells him.

"Mane ain't nobody scared over here uce." Carmelo said.

"Alright don't let twin catch speaking to her again be lucky it was me for the first time." Jimmy said.

"Like I said ain't nobody scared of anyone but I'll catch you later pretty girl." Carmelo said causing Sierra to cringe hearing another man that wasn't Joshua call her that nickname. He walked away leaving Jimmy and Sierra alone.

"You good sis?" Jim asked.

"Yeah I'm good thanks." She says.

"No problem." He tells her as they hugged.

A few minutes had passed and Jey had showed up in the back room with them looking for Jimmy.

"Aye uce mom's looking for you." He tells his brother then looks at Sierra. "Why you got that look on your face?" He asked.

"What?"

"You got that look on your face like your annoyed something happened that I should know about?" He asked knowing his girlfriend to well to know it wasn't just nothing. Something clearly was bothering her.

"Nothing." She said. He looked her in her eyes nodding his head brushing it off. He decided he'll just try again later when they were alone.

"Come with me to my locker room." He said. She grabbed her purse off the table grabbing her trash and water carrying it with her. She through it out in the nearest trash can and of course there Jaida was standing by the door.

"It's a damn shame you gotta open your legs just to keep your job that's just sad." Jaida said.

"Aye Jaida watch your mouth talking about my lady like that she ain't have to shit to keep her job what we did ain't got shit to do with you." Jey said as he came a complete stop. Sierra stood beside with a smirk on her face as she watched her man defend her.

Jaida scoffed as she huffed and puffed walking away embarrassed that she just got check by him. Sierra stood on her toes kissing Jey's cheek.

"What was that all about Cece?" He asked her as he opened the door to his locker room.

"She came up to me earlier tryna be funny saying she was Surprised I still had my job and that I only fucked you to keep my job but I told her we fuck everyday." She said.

Jey chuckled as shook his head grabbing his belongings. "You just nasty little mama." He said lifting her chin with his finger kissing her. "My little nasty thing, but is that why you had that look on your face earlier."

"Yeah and because of Carmelo Hayes." She said.

"What about him?" Joshua asked as his eyes whole  demeanor changed. "Cmon baby what about Carmelo Hayes? What he do?" He asked giving her no time to even speak when first answered the question.

"Josh I'm not telling you until you calm down." She says.

"I am calm tell me." He said.

"Joshua no your not your ready to go find that man and take his head off." She said. "Baby relax he didn't do anything to me besides make me feel uncomfortable calling nicknames only you would call me I literally cringed plus Jimmy jumped in helping me out."

"Next time he come up to you and I ain't there's you call me." Jey says.

She gave him a smile. Seeing him all fired up about her turned her on real bad.  "Okay daddy." She mumbled.

"I'm deadass Sierra."

"Daddy okay I will call you next time he comes up to me." She said.

"Let's go can't have you here any longer some else gonna try and hit on you."  He said grabbing her hand she giggled but then he turned around picking her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"JOSH! You better put me down!" She shouted. He ignored her yells as she hit on his back.  "You really not gonna put me down?"

"Nope." He says smacking her butt causing her to yelp.

"Ouch!"

He smirked as the elevator came to a stop and the doors open. He walked to their rental opening the door smacking her ass one more time before putting her in her seat.

"I love you." He says kissing her and closed her door. He then got in on the driver side and began driving to their hotel where they arrived 20mins later and took a shower and went to bed before they had to wake up again in a few hours to catch their to Vegas.

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