#i'mma still make a sign for him ofc

[koholintisland]

well girlies it looks like drew mcintyre might not be at my wwe raw event ;-;

[fairymadnessyeah]

Ahhh fantasy au anon again! (i think i'mma just start signing off with 😇if that's alright lol) i was just thinking of the kirideku thing and what if it's like one of those demon/angel things where demons & angels are people that had died? like not *everyone* that dies becomes one, it all depends on how they lived their lives and whatnot. but Kiri & Deku were together before deku ended up going to the villain side (for reasons that will be revealed *later* - just, hear me out lol)

Also quirks and hero-society and everything are still a /thing/ just to throw that out there. And Kiri becomes an angel because he was always genuinely trying to protect and help people and maybe he died protecting someone. And Deku becomes a demon because of…. Reasons. He’s just… very upset and revenge-driven towards the end because of stuff that happens that i don’t wanna give away yet lol.

Anyway, angels & demons are able to go to and walk the earth but they can’t be seen or heard by living people most of the time (specifics of that will be fleshed out later lmao). But they can see & interact with other angels and demons normally. It’s kind of a never-ending battle and fight-on-sight situation when an angel & demon comes into contact, tho. And Kiri goes to the spot where he and deku kinda claimed as *their* spot. And…. deku is there. But as a demon. And kiri doesn’t know what to do. 

Deku isn’t surprised in the slightest that Kiri is an angel. Tho kiri didn’t know about Deku switching to the other side at all so he is blindsided completely by it. And like they both still have feelings for each other ofc and love each other and at first, Deku doesn’t seem that different to kiri. Cus he’s treating kiri like he always had. And very slowly, kiri starts to notice the differences and Deku doing things that aren’t good and also doesn’t know what to do about that.

Usually if Kiri speaks up about it, deku will stop what he’s doing for the moment bc he doesn’t wanna upset Kiri. Eventually Kiri tells him that he has to stop doing bad things like that altogether otherwise Kiri can’t keep turning the other way and ignoring it. That’s when everything about what happened w deku going bad and becoming a demon comes out, prolly. And a different angel ends up finding and going after deku and kiri is completely torn about what to do.

Because even tho deku is a demon, kiri still loves him but… his allegiance is to angels and doing the right thing which deku has *not* been doing. Both deku & the other angel are completely bewildered and upset by kiri’s hesitation and kiri is faced with a decision that he never thought he’d ever have to make - between the person he loves more than anything and all of his morals. That’s where i’mma leave it for now lol. It’s in the works, tho! I can tag you when I start posting it if you’d like <3 - 😇

Finally got to this! My schedule is a mess!

I love the small fic you have given me. And I think you should write it, so I can read it. 

And you put your own twist to it. In angel/demons au, for the most part, the angel and the demon meet as that, and learn that they aren’t that different. But you made them know each other from before. which adds another layer of complications on each side.

Overall, a 10/10. You can call it a happy meal cause ‘m lovin it. Ugh... did I seriously say that...

Sorry it took me so much to respond, but thing got in the way...

[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: their s/o really enjoys astrology

Requested: yeah! thank you nonnie 😘

a/n: if any of this is wrong, I claim to be a fool already and I'm so sorry, but I hope you enjoy this! Also, sorry it took so long >.< my eighth BTS reaction bbies, at this point that doesn't matter, but it's tradition now lol (^-^)√💞

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*I do not own any of the gifs, all credits go to rightful owners^^*

Genre: fluff

KIM SEOKJIN: Dec. 4: Sagittarius

Omf, he so cute, I'mma f*ckin lose it. 

Jin would think you’re adorable. he’d love that you were so interested in this and were pretty serious about it.

"Jin?" You call out suddenly, looking up from your notebook. A second later you hear him answer you from the other room.

"Yes princess?"

"Can you come here for a second?"

Jin pokes his head into the room with his eyes wide and puckered lips, making you laugh at the silly look on his face. He smiles and comes in all the way, "what did you need baby?"

Waving him over to your desk he kneels down next to your chair, you turn back to your notebook to scribble something and say nonchalantly, "we're going on a trip." Jin raises his eyebrows and touches your shoulder to get your attention, "what do you mean? You wanna go on a trip?" You look at him and smile, "well, yes I think it would be nice. But we're going for you." He looks bewildered and ruffles his hair in confusion, "b-but I never said anythi-"

"But you wanted to."

"Huh?"

"Oh you, silly. I know you love to travel and get out, experience the world." You open your arms wide and then go back to writing, making him laugh.

"What are you on about, y/n?"

"Nothing..."

"Mmhmm, get over here." Jin starts to tickle you and laugh as you squeal and try to squirm away from him. "Jin stop!" He shakes his head and starts giving you kisses all over your face as he continues to assault you with tickles, "not until you tell me what you're up to!" Finally you relent and gasp out, "ok! Ok fine I'll tell you! Stop!" Jin pulls his hands away and smiles in satisfaction. You start trying to get your hair out of your face as you say breathlessly, "I....I know you like to travel, even though you never talk about it much. I know, because you're a Sagittarius...and they love to experience the world." There's a split second of silence, then Jin starts to laugh and leans in for a hug, but he doesn't even look too shocked, "Oh princess, is that why we're going on a trip?" You nod against his shoulder and he smiles fondly.

"Y/n, you're so cute. What am I going to do with you?" You peck his cheek and he grins, "would it happen to say anything about me being Worldwide Handsome?" He asks smugly. You slap his chest playfully.

"Of course not, you fool." Jin looks hurt and he pouts, "rude."

"Only because it's only you that's worldwide handsome, not every Sagittarius." He grins at your last comment and hugs you again.

MIN YOONGI: Mar. 9: Pisces

Ofc he's a Pisces, he's a soft bean and we all know it. 

I feel like Yoongi would be kind of confused and not fully understand it lol, but he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"...I don't believe you."

You laugh as Yoongi sits down next to you and tries to look over your shoulder where you're scrolling through Instagram. You push him gently, "go away you sneak." He pouts and stops trying to look, slumping down in his own spot and whining, "I don't trust you." You look at him in mock offense and scoff, "why don't you trust me? What did I ever do wrong?" 

"You're giggling."

"So?"

"Giggling in a suspicious way."

"Oh my gosh, seriously?" 

"Yes."

You roll your eyes and nudge him with your shoulder, "stop being so silly." He grunts but lets it go and goes back to his own phone. A few minutes later you start to giggle again and steal glances at him every now and then. Finally he reacts and snatches your phone before running to the bedroom.

"MIN YOONGI!!" You shout when he zooms away, "get back here right now!!" You jump up and chase after him, catching him on the bed scrolling through your phone. "Yoongi, you're a little brat, you know that?" He nods and keeps scrolling, confusion written all over his face. 

"What is this stuff you're looking at anyway? I'm confused."

"It's called astrology, genius. Now give it back." You sit next to him and he hands your phone over, uninterested now since it means nothing to him. You shake your head and turn back to keep scrolling when you hear him pipe up, "I still don't get it. What does 'The SIgns when they fall in love' mean and why were you giggling about it?" You smother another smirk that threatens to burst out on your lips and mumble, "just that you're a big softy and won't admit it." He looks at you sharply, "what did you say?" 

"Oh, nothing."

"Liar."

"Stop acting so tough."

"What are you talking about? I am tough." 

"Sure, whatever you say, Pisces."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

JUNG HOSEOK: Feb. 18: Aquarius 

oh fack, wait...no one touch me...I’m calling the police hoseok, you b*tch.

I feel like Hobi would also be confused at first, but then he’d become just as interested as you.

"Hey love!"

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow your laptop?"

"Sure baby!" You smile and turn back to keep looking in the fridge for food. A few minutes pass and you hear Hoseok walk into the kitchen.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah baby?" You stop spreading mayonnaise on your sandwich and turn to see Hobi walking over to you with a confused look on his face. "What is this? 'The Signs as candy' and why is it on your laptop?"

You stare at him for a second and he continues, "I- I wasn't snooping. I just turned it on and this was on the screen and I was just confused and-" you burst into laughter and hold your side as it starts to feel like you might get stitches from laughing so hard, "don't worry love, I know you weren't snooping, and I was just looking at things." He quirks an eyebrow at you, "things, huh? Pretty interesting topic if you ask me..." You chuckle and walk over to him, waving him over to sit on the couch, "I can show you if you want, it's pretty fun."

Hobi follows you and sits on the couch beside you, handing you your laptop and watching you go to Instagram and find an account, then click on one of their pictures titled, 'The Signs when they see a fight'...He squints at it and then looks at you, "I don't get it." You laugh and explain, "ok, so you know the star signs?" He nods slowly, "I've..heard of them, yes." You point at the screen and continue, "well, depending on your birthday you have a star sign and the signs all typically have similar traits with people of the same sign, and yours is Aquarius. So, sometimes I find it fun to look at different things and see if they're true or not." Hobi nods as he starts to understand and then he looks at you, "well, what kind of candy was I?" You laugh and go back to the previous post to check.

The two of you completely lose track of time and sit there looking up different scenarios and funny comparisons and laugh about what each of your signs are described as. He's definitely hooked, that's for sure.  

KIM NAMJOON: Sept. 12: Virgo

Wow....thighs...

Oh, Namjoon is totally for it, and he isn’t gonna let you think you’re the only one that specializes in this, just so you know.

"Namjoon, you're an idiot." 

That's the first thing you say to him after they turn the cameras off when they finished the interiew, the boys all coming off the set. Namjoon looks at you in shock and puts his hand on his chest, "hey, why am I suddenly an idiot?" You can't hold your laughter in any longer and start giggling uncontrollably. Namjoon takes you gently by the elbow and leads you away to a quiet place so you can talk. 

"Now, explain."

"Ok fine." You start chuckling again because you just can't help it.

He looks at you expectantly and then sighs, "you're making me anxious, why did you say that and why are you laughing?" 

See, this war between you two started after he claimed to know more about astrology than you, to which you gladly fought him on. And now, after months of bantering and bragging about the things you both knew, you finally had something on him. You look at him smugly and say as nonchalantly as you can,

"What sign are you, Joonie?"

"Ah, we're back to this huh?"

"We most certainly are, so answer the question."

"This is pointless, we both know I know perfectly well what I am, I'm a Virgo."

"A Virgo, huh?"

"Yes."

"Sure you're not a Virgin, Joon?"

Namjoon's face pales the instant you say that, "oh no, y/n please tell me I didn't say that in the-" by the look on your face it proves that, oh yes, he said that, and he crumples in embarrassment. He puts his big hands up to his face and groans loudly, "I am never going into public again. Shut up y/n, you're not helping." But you can't stop laughing, not yet. It was too funny, and you knew ARMY would have an absolute field day with this. Namjoon can't help but smile at you, even in his distress.

"I'm sorry Joonie baby, I really am." He just shrugs miserably.

"Maybe I can convince them to reshoot the interview..."

Oh, you doubt that would happen. And now you're one point ahead, even though it was a mistake, it was done and hilarious at that.  

PARK JIMIN: Oct. 13: Libra

Oh sh*t, careful boi, you gon' break that precious neck.

Hmm, Jimin would definitely want to learn more about this, you teaching him of course ;)  

You were currently obsessed over this newfound knowledge of yours of the Zodiac signs and you spent a lot of your time with your nose in your phone; learning all you could about everything. Jimin was delighted that you had found something that intrested you and made you light up while talking about it. But to be fairly honest; he missed your cuddles and attention a lot. 

One day he comes into your room and sees you mulling over books and your phone. He sneaks up on you and tickles you, laughing when you squeal and jump in surprise.

"Jimin!! You scared me! Don't do that!" 

"Sorry baby~ I just miss you~" Jimin whines and snuggles his face into your neck. You giggle and pat his head, "wanna join me?" He contemplates that for a minute then nods his head, ruffling your hair. Spending time with you like this was better than none at all. Jimin sighs as he plops down next to you, "so, what are you reading about now?" You smile slightly as you give him a side-glance, "oh, just reading up on Libras." He nods and says quietly, "Libras...that sounds familiar, why is that familiar to me?" You laugh and turn to him.

"Well, probably because it's your sign."

"Oh...oh really?? What does it say about me?" He's suddenly very attentive and tries to get a look at what you've been reading. You snatch it away and giggle, "well, I'll tell you, just calm down." He sits back and nods, waiting for you to continue, and you do.

"Libras are very friendly, they love to talk to people and are very charming- get that smirk off your face." Jimin giggles and ducks his head shyly, "what else does it say?" 

"Well, Libras often hide their emotions when they feel it would burden someone else. They try to make it a happier mood when someone is feeling down." Jimin has gone silent and you can tell he's listening carefully.

"They're also hot as fu-"

"Y/N!!" Jimin shouts in surprise and laughs, trying to hide his blush when he sees your teasing smile. 

"Sorry. I couldn't help it."

Jimin composes himself and then flips it around on you, winking and smoothing his hair back. You blush and turn to go back to your book, but he gets your attention again. 

"What else does it say?"

"That you're a big ham. That's what."

"Wha-"

KIM TAEHYUNG: Dec. 30: Capricorn

Don't ask me why I chose this one, it's cute ok?? Geez, lay off, susan.

Tae would be a sweetie, he'd love to listen to you talk about it for hours on end, and he'd be genuinely interested. 

Tae comes over and puts his chin on your shoulder to look at your notebook and phone while you lay on your stomach on the bed, "whatcha doin'?" He asks cutely and you hum in reply, "just studying, nothing much." He flops himself down next to you and peers up at you through his lashes; looking like an adorable puppy. You laugh and poke his forehead gently, "are you needing attention?" He nods and you laugh again before setting your attention on him, rubbing his tummy like he was an actual dog. He giggles and snatches your hands to kiss them softly.

"What are you studying?"

"Astrology, remember I told you about it the other day?"

He nods and smiles, "yeah, you got so excited after finding some stuff yesterday. How's it coming along?" You sigh and lie your head down next to his, "it's a little confusing with all the different rising sun and moon and star signs, but it's also interesting to learn about how these things came to be talked about. The history, you know?" Tae nods again and looks at you fondly, "that is pretty cool, to learn about people in the past. Anything about my sign you care to share?" You laugh and play with his fingers.

"Well, you're a Capricorn star."

"Ah, really?"

"Mmhm."

"Interesting....and, what does that mean?"

You laugh again and shrug, "well, so far what I know is, it seems like everyone hates Capricorns, always calling them cold and heartless. But, I think that everyone secretly loves them the most." Tae looks interested now, "and why would they hate us?" You shrug but continue, "not sure, but it seems like they always call Capricorns the mean ones. And Aries..." Tae pouts, "I'm not mean, or cold."

"I think that's the point though."

"How do you figure?"

"You can look intimidating to people that don't know you, but you're actually the exact opposite. Like I said, everyone is secretly whipped for Capricorns. Also, Capricorns are said to be very strong-willed and just. Sorry, I need to read up on them more, but Capricorns seem very misunderstood, they really are wonderful signs, I gotta get more info..."

Tae's deep laugh echoes around the room and you chuckle as he pulls you into a bear hug, "I’m flattered, and what about you? Are you whipped for me too?" You wink at him and smirk.

"Oh definitely, you cold hearted beast."

JEON JUNGKOOK: Sept. 1: Virgo

Again, don't judge my gif pickings... I have my reasons 😑 just look at that smile. I'm weak.

Jungkook would also love to hear you talk about all you know, and he'd find it funny to look through things about your sign. 

Jungkook comes in with the spare key you gave him and sets his bag on the kitchen table before calling out to you.

"Hey y/n, are you home?" 

He hears you scurry out from the back room and smiles at your mussed up hair and the sight of you still in your PJs. You give him a quick hug, "hi Kookie!" Then you scuttle to the kitchen to scavenge for food. Jungkook laughs and follows you; leaning on the counter to watch you paw through the fridge and cabinets.

"Did you stay up late studying?"

"Uh, kind of, not exactly."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, "what do you mean?" You huff after finding nothing but some pop tarts, grabbing them out and turning back to him. "I didn't study for school, but I did study something else." Jungkook gives you a knowing look.

"Ah, it's astrology isn't it?"

"Maybe."

"Knew it."

"Well I didn't have class today, so what was the harm of staying up?"

Jungkook laughs and snags a pop tart for himself, "I didn't say there was anything wrong with that. Anything you learned and wanna tell me about?" You smile and nod, walking over to sit at the table with Jungkook right behind you.

"Well, right now I'm learning things I already knew."

"Ah, like what?"

"About your sign, Virgo. I already knew it though since I know you like a book."

"Excuse me, I am not an open book."

You laugh and shake your head at his offended expression, "I didn't mean it like that, quite the opposite actually. Since Virgos tend to be closed off and don't really open up unless they truly know and trust the person. I feel honored that you opened up to me." You smile at his slight blush.

Jungkook nods and keeps chewing his pop tart, "that's true I guess. Well, what else did you look at?' You pull your phone out, “actually, I found some really funny things. Wanna see?" Jungkook dusts his hands off and you try not to giggle at him, then he nods and scoots his chair closer, "lemme see.”

You two laugh as you find funny 'The Signs As' posts and argue about whether or not you agree with them and he can't help but tease you on the ones that exposed you.

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a/n 2.0: keep in mind, that 90% of this was made when I was running on oreos at 3 am. pls be kind.

[thorsthot]

Comfort - Erik Killmonger

🐝 anon asked: I'mma have to request that nigga Erik... Like a fic inspired by the weekend by SZA? Like that's a full mood with him..  

Warnings: Stripper!Reader (ig), Mentions of being the side chick, Smutt!! 2.4k words

Authors Note: I FINALLY finished this! I took a whole different approach to the request and the song. black!reader ofc. Also, this is dedicated to the sweetheart that is @bartierbakarimobisson for her birthday! (sorry if i missed it bby!)

“Why don’t you come over here and shake somethin’ for a real nigga?” The amount of times you’ve heard that. Unfortunately too many and it still made you roll your eyes then laugh out of irritation.

But when he said it, it made you want to know more. And eventually you did inquire. Every single weekend you’d come out to his place. Show him something new about yourself. Mostly in the means of getting naked for him. Whether he’d rock your world and fuck you till the sun came up and your legs shook, while your breath wore out. Or he’d kiss you up and down, caressing your thighs and your stomach. Slowly going down on you to build up that sensation.

You wanted more of him, of course you did. But there were always factors keeping him from making you his. He’d say something like “Well once you stop stripping, I’ll be all yours, ma.” Which was bullshit. Niggas would continue to date you regardless of you dancing. But the main factor was his girl, Jada. He’d tell you “She don’t even mean nothin’ to me. All I want is you.” in an effort to get you to stop talking about it.

It honestly fucked you up. You weren’t happy with your place in his life, and the fact that you’re potentially a homewrecker? But then again, this wasn’t even a happy home so what were you worried about?  Yes, very unhealthy, even Erik’s ass knew that. But if he wasn’t putting it down in the way he was; you wouldn’t have given him a second thought. Though there was just something about the way he presented himself. Both book smart and street smart, and he knew how to get any girl he desired. That’s how he got you.

And now you’re back, standing in front of his door -on a friday night to be exact, when you could clearly be making money- without the courage to knock. You’ve only done it a good amount of times. What was stopping you? To be truthful you felt something, likely just butterflies in your stomach. Who could blame you though? When a nigga had a dick like that with a smile like that, you were bound to feel some type of way whenever you seen him. Your mind continued to race and you didn’t even notice that he’d opened the door, shirt off.

“So you just gon stand out here looking like a snack and not come in?” He looked you up and down, studying you. How your hips looked in them jeans, hair tied up. Everything. He licked his lips and stepped aside for you to come in.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah I’m good.” He knew you were lying, so he pressed you about it.

“You ain’t gotta lie, baby.”

You pondered a bit. Wondering if to tell him that the whole girlfriend situation had been bothering you. But you just shook him and the situation off. It wasn’t worth it at the moment.

“Ight. Be like that then.” You sat on the couch, acting as if this was your first time over. You fondly recalled your first time over here too. When he took you right here on this very couch.

Touching every part of you like you were fragile and he didn’t want to break you. Kissing up on you like you were the goddess you couldn’t see yourself as. Cherishing you and making you feel special. All before fucking you on that same couch like he hated you.

“I missed you.” He spoke. His hand instantly going to your cheek, while his lips attached to your neck.

“I missed you too.”

You began to unwind as your body sunk back into the couch. He kissed from your neck to your chest. Stopping right above your shirt. He skipped down to kiss above, then below your belly button. Kissing down to the band of your jeans. In a swift motion he unbuttons them, and takes them off you, surveying your pretty pink panties.

“I ain’t ever seen these.” He smirks, spreading your legs and pulling your panties to the side.

You throw your head back as his warm tongue is placed onto your folds. Not even touching a sensitive part of you, but it was enough to run chills through your spine. He spreads your lips apart, placing his tongue flat onto your clit. He moaned into you, and the vibrations of his breath shook you. You shivered once more and laced your fingers in his hair.

You let out a light moan as he began to lick around your clit. His tongue moving beneath you as his eyes flickered up to watch you. Your eyes met and you slightly rolled yours, you didn’t need the eye contact at the moment. He continued to lick from your slit to your clit. Occasionally moving his head from left to right as your moans grew louder. You juices coating his tongue, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love it.

You tugged at his hair, attempting to pull him closer into you. But he smiled into you and landed a hand on your thigh. Before rubbing away the stinging sensation that surrounded you. He pulled his head back, making you groan at the cold air that hit you. He winks up at you and spits onto your pussy, going back to lick you up.

Your stomach feels tighter with each lick, as he slowly broke down your tolerance. You felt the heaviness of your orgasm approaching. This man was skilled with his tongue, you knew that, but you didn’t want to come so quickly. You let out a soft moan, arching your back up. But he only pinned you down, making sure you had no place to go as his tongue danced around your clit sinfully.

He moaned into you once more and the vibrations hit ever nerve in your body, causing you to shiver and shake a bit. Your body temperature flashed cold then back to warm. He continued to lick every inch of your pussy, making sure you felt his tongue dancing around you. Kissing your warmth like it was your mouth. He knew how to get you to succumb to him easily. Making you feel hot and bothered if he even left your pussy to come up for air. He could breathe through his nose couldn’t he?

“Erik I-” You began to speak, but got cut short by the moan peering from your voice box.

You looked down at him as he continued to eat you like you were his last meal. Before you knew it, your eyes tightened shut and your grip in his hair released. Your hips jolted and your body slowly rose, but your bottom never left that couch as his mouth never left you. He continued to lick you up, moaning at the taste of your juices. Oh, how much he loved the taste of you. How much he missed you, laying on this couch, under him. Just yearning to be fucked by him.

Now, Erik was in a dilemma; like always. Wondering on whether to fuck you on this couch like he knew the both of you wanted. Or to make love to you like you deserved, like the queen that you are. Though, he’d always cop out and go with the one he knows best; fucking. He’d never made love, though he wanted to. Yeah he’d gone slow, giving those slow and steady stokes inside a girl who he was merely attracted to. But made love? Never.

He stood. Looking down at your body, he could tell he was going to cop out. He bent down to you, kissing you roughly, but adding a sort of spark to it.

“You ready for this?” It might not have sound like it, but the cockiness was slowly making an appearance.

You laughed at him and nodded as you spread your legs. He swiftly grabbed one of your legs, dragging you towards the edge of the couch. Kneeling, he slowly teased you. Running his dick up against your clit. As much as you liked it, you didn’t want to be teased. You wanted him inside you, now.

“Erik I swear if you don- Oh!” Cut off when he entered you. He slowly slid into you, stopping when he felt that spot.

“What’s my name, baby?” He slowly thrusted out. You knew what he wanted.

“Erik.” Your eyelids became hooded. He slammed into you, before he stilled inside of you; the stubbornness. He wasn’t going to move until you said it.

You could feel his eyes burning into you, making your face contort so you wouldn’t laugh. You bit your lip and opened your eyes, looking into his. “Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

His hands spread your legs open, allowing him to get the right angle he wanted. He rolled his hips into you, pelvis catching against your clit as he fucked you deeply. Each stroke was slow, as, he really wanted to take his time with you. Though, the impactfulness was sharp and hard, making sure you certainly felt him over you. Your moans began to coat and bounce off the walls. You wanted him to go faster, your needed him to go faster.

“Erik..” Through your moans, your tone was spent. You wanted to tell him to fuck you, but with each thrust into you, you felt yourself reaching the edge.

Not in a sense that you were going to come, but that you could feel all your nerves centered and on edge. His hand sank down, posing his thumb to rub slow circles at your clit. Your moans grew louder as his strokes became faster. He was copping out. The sync of him rocking into you and running circles around your clit, made the tension in your stomach rise. You placed your palm against his abdomen, a sign of telling him that this was the right pace.

“Move that shit,” And you said fuck it, and moved your hand. You weren’t about to play with him and he wasn’t about to play with you.

Though all good things come to a pause, when he pulled out of you. “Flip over.”

Joyously you moved over, face down, ass up. He gave your ass a smack and positioned himself at your entrance. Sliding in slowly, he let out a moan. Oh, his moans. How soft, yet deep they were. How they rang through your ears like the finest of symphonies. He rocked into you, holding you at your waist with one hand, the other resting firmly on your ass as his cock filled you all the way up. With each thrust, he fucked you up the couch, little by little before bringing you back down if you got too far.

Your moans synced with his as he hit your all your spots in the same rhythm. Coating him with your wetness, as you try to throw it back on him. A challenge he gladly accepts, standing back and letting you go to work. Your moans grow louder as you fuck yourself on him.

“Yeah, just like that.” He exclaims, slapping your ass.

You close your eyes, concentrating on not messing up the rhythm and the overall feeling of him inside you. The way his cock pulses inside you with every movement. That long, prominent vein that you loved to trace your tongue over when going down on him. Everything about his dick was delicious to you. How he’d eat you out till you were shaking, then take that first stroke inside you, making you come around him instantly.

If you could, you’d have him inside you all the time. He would too. But there was always that one factor, keeping it from happening. Though right now, that factor was the least of your worries right now. Your top priority was to come and to make Erik come. You clawed at the couch. Your ass jiggling against him, making him smile and smack it, multiple times.

Though, that came to a close when Erik pulled you up by your hair, lightly. Bringing your back to his chest. His hand then came around your neck, slowly. He began to slowly thrust into you. Not picking up the pace anytime soon. Continuing to slid in and out of you, mind blowingly slow. You loved it though. How you felt him stretch you out like this.

“You want me to keep going like this? Or you wanna keep fucking yourself on me.”

“Keep going like this please, daddy.”

He smiled at your acceptance. Bringing his other hand down to slowly rub at your clit. Adding more stimulation and feeling to you. You moaned out, your body shaking lightly for a moment.

“Tell me you love this, baby.”

“I love it so fucking much daddy. So fucking much.” The strokes were slow, but you could feel all of him. Everything he had to offer you.

“You always gon be mine?” He had you were he wanted you. Always asking you questions like this when he knew you wouldn’t disagree because you were caught up in the moment.

“Yes, baby. Always.” You closed your eyes again. You could feel the tightness in your stomach. “Erik, baby, I..”

“I know mamas. Let me hear you.”

You cried out. You were almost there, but he wouldn’t speed up his thrusts. Still keeping that slow, numbing pace as he fucked you. Trying to build you up. Making your legs shake and you tighten around him. Though his thrusts didn’t get faster, he started to circle at your clit faster.

“Daddy, I’m gonna-” You cut yourself short once more. Your body shook and your legs wobbled.

You tightened and pulsed around him. Grabbing onto the hand that was rubbing at your clit, making him go faster. You chanted out a bunch of profanities, as you slowly but surely came around him. Your body releasing all your stress and negative energy. Mouth agape and your eyes lightly rolling to the back of your head.

“You want me to cum in you, princess?” He whispered softly into your ear.

“Yes, please daddy.” You spoke, clearly not thinking.

He did just that, slowing down his strokes until he came to a halt. You felt his warm seed filling you up. You moaned at the feeling, ultimately loving how good his cum felt inside you. He pulled out of you, some of him dripping from you before you fell back into the couch.

You began to catch your breath and turned, sinking you back into the comfort that is this couch. This damned couch. You peered up at him standing, catching how the dim lighting reflected on his sweat. Even that was an amazing part of him.

All was good, until a creak of the front door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Erik baby. You in here?”

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summary: there’s not much time for working through a nasty break up while you’re on the road touring. at least, not in a healthy way... pairing: gerald x ofc (x) rating: n. s f w, language, explicit sex status: complete, read my other g eazy fics here 

I left my mind in Soho I left my heart in NoLa    And I'mma live like a king if it kills me I'm a kid, seven sins couldn't thrill me This never gets old, cause I'm unstable Never say die, I'm fine, I'll play the piper, whatever the price I lost my mind in LA I lost my heart in...

Fuck it, I never had a heart

February 2016

Of course she knows who the fuck G-Eazy is. But this is the hottest strip club in the Chi and Delphi works the VIP Lounge. She knows the name of every rapper that rolls through because it’s her fucking job to know. If she’s honest, she’s a bit sweeter on the NBA players. They tend to be cuter and tip way better. But hell, she’s not complaining over $800 in one weekend when the big names show up.

Half his crew is already annoying the fuck out of her before she’s even on her pole. They’re loud. Spilling drinks and laughing over stupid jokes made at the expense of her girls. But she’s been doing this for almost two years. Delphi knows how to keep a straight face and put on a show. Climbs nearly all the way up the pole and twirls slowly, upside down. Snakes her way down at a torturous pace. Weaves her way back up. Does a full split and carefully rolls her way back to the floor.

It’s hard to ignore Delphi’s routines. Somewhere along the last two years, she really fell in love with pole dancing. And it shows in her performances. The girl doesn’t smile. Doesn’t put on the ‘little doll’ act. Doesn’t try to skate by on her looks and flirtatious charm. She steals the stage as an athlete you can’t take your eyes off of.

But even as his eyes never leave her body, she can tell he’s somewhere else. One, two, three, four sips of Jack straight out the bottle. Finally, she stops trying to keep count. Their eyes seem to penetrate each other through the smoke. And even she has to admit, he’s got a way about him that makes her just a little bit curious. Why are you so anxious to get to the bottom of that bottle, baby? Why do your eyes look so cold and empty? So mean and lonely all at once?

The guests really aren’t supposed to touch the girls. But this is VIP. And she’s heard rumors about their crew dropping 20 grand in one night. When he singles her out for a private lap dance upstairs, she’s not about to tell him what he can and can’t do. As far as she’s concerned, the $50 bills he’s slipping into her bikini say he can do whatever the hell he wants.

The weird part is that he doesn’t. Where most guys are groping and pushing the second they get her in a private room...he’s still sipping his drink. Letting her do as she pleases. His hands roam, of course. Over her stomach as she lays back in his lap. Up over her rips. Along her neck and into her blonde hair.

His nose against her ear, his breath warm and heavy with whiskey, this feels almost...sensual. Just work, she reminds herself. Just another tip. Still, she sighs as his large hands drag down over her hip and then back up to squeeze her waist.

Heels finding the floor, she bends over for him. Arches her spine to press her ass right in his lap before slowly crouching down on the floor. Her hair flips back as she spins around, hands finding his thighs and dragging over them. Pushing them apart for her to crawl between. Tipping her head back, Delphi’s slender fingers play over his belt a bit. Her eyes search his, trying to gauge whether he wants a blowjob without actually ruining the moment by asking.

Thankfully, he seems perfectly aware of her question and answers by dragging his fingers into her hair. Tugging gently, he pulls her back up and into his lap. Feeds her from the bottle of Jack still in his grip. A generous bit spills past her lips and down her chest. The giggle that slips free of her throat is genuine as the alcohol tickles over her cold skin.

It’s that little noise that seems to make him finally snap. With a firm tug, he pulls her flush against him. Sets his bottle aside and leans to lick away the whiskey dripping over her soft, lightly tanned skin. His long fingers drag up her back, feeling for the strings of her bikini and tugging at them in a way that falls somewhere between practiced and drunk.

A soft gasp melts into a sigh as his mouth finds a breast. Closes around her nipple and sucks gently. She’s not used to foreplay of any kind. At least, not at work. You’re not supposed to fuck in the VIP rooms...but everyone knows that’s the point of the VIP room. Typically though, the sex is over before it really begins and she’s no worse for wear. Walking away a few hundred dollars richer.

This...this is kind of nice. He gets her bikini bottoms undone and money falls across the floor. But she lets it stay there for now. Keeps her focus on him because she can tell it’s what he needs. Drags her fingers through his hair, does her best to ignore how fucking nasty it is, weighed down with sweat and grease. The vulnerability in his drunken brown eyes makes up for it though. His touch caresses over her cheek. Traces over her lower lip. His gaze having such a hard time focusing on her and still intent on studying her in the dim light of the private room. She could swear he’s looking at her like he knows her. Like he has a thousand things he wants to say to her.

She tries to guide things along, reaching down between them to undo his jeans. And he lets her this time. Lets her tug him free. Seems to finally let all his questions go as she strokes along the thick, hard length of him. His head tips back, eyes closing and she leans to kiss his temple. Nuzzles a bit as she guides him very slowly inside of her.

His jaw sets, brows knitting together as the pleasure grips him with an unexpected strength. Delphi gives him a moment to adjust to the feeling of being inside her, before starting to rock in his lap. Normally, she’d rest her weight on her knees and fuck her client into next week. Get this over with as soon as possible. But that feeling like he chose her for a reason, like he has a weight pressing down on and splintering his chest, haunts her. All the unasked questions in his eyes, the anger and the pain, kick something alive inside her. Something besides the compartmentalizing, cut throat little sociopath she becomes in the club. Something empathetic and nurturing and almost maternal.

Her spine rolls slow and gentle in his lap. Fingers gripping the side of his neck for leverage, until he takes her touch as an invitation. Her brows arch when he leans forward and buries his face in her neck. His fingers digging into her hips. His gasps slipping into whimpers. And maybe she’s imagining it...but these don’t sound like helplessly lost in pleasure whimpers. They sound like as if he’s fighting tooth and nail against tears.

The streetsmart hoodrat from south Chi that’s always alive and well inside her snarls in disgust. Man the fuck up, that girl says. Damn, no wonder whatever girl you think of when you look at me left you.

But the girl his big, sad brown eyes have woken up simply wraps her arms around him. Cradles him close as they rock and grind together. Smooths his hair back, despite the gel and sweat weighing it down into his eyes again and again. Gently lifting his chin, her nose nuzzles at his own. Lips catching his pretty mouth in a soft kiss.

Without warning, his grip tightens and before she even processes the shift, Delphi is laying on her back across the booth table. Leaning over just enough to get a better angle, his thrusts become firmer. Somewhat faster. Pushing so deep it makes her eyes roll back. He’s so fucking big, she’s really not sure she’s ever had anyone this deep before. Losing her breath on each thrust, she reaches out to grip the edge of table. Her moans trill up into high pitched cries that fill the room and over power the loud as fuck music that pulses through their bodies.

Reaching down between them, he rests a large hand on her stomach. Stretches a thumb down to press into her clit. And all the while she can feel his eyes watching her, full of hunger and a desperation to make her see stars. To make her completely fucking unravel for him. Nobody has ever turned her out like this. Not in the club. Not at home. This feels way too god damn personal to be anything but and her suspicions that he’s looking at her but seeing someone else seem to be confirmed.

Between the music and her own near-screams...she’s not sure she hears him right. But she swears in the heat of the moment that he mumbles something along the lines of “I really fucking loved you, baby girl...”. She wants to give him what he needs. To reach up and cradle his jaw and tell him she loved him too. Still does. But as her mouth opens, the only thing that rips free is a scream and her body arches like a bowstring pulled tight with a waiting arrow. Every muscle tenses for a moment and somewhere in the back of her mind she notes the way his hips grind so hard to hers it nearly hurts.

For a long string of moments, he lays over her, panting and sweating. Until finally, he starts to get up.

They avoid each other’s eyes as they get dressed. Delphi does her best to ignore the weird, slightly gross feeling of his cum and her own soaking wet between her legs. Though she figures she can deal with it for a few minutes. Still, she chastises herself for not digging a condom out of one of the many hiding places the little packets get stuffed into.

Before he can slip out, she grips his wrist gently. Studies his eyes and hopes to see something steadier there. Any sign that he’d gotten what he needed. But he only looks more broken. Swallowing, she keeps the observation to herself and pulls him down into a somewhat tender, but very tired and slightly messy kiss. To her surprise, he returns it.

‘Thank you.’ His kiss says. ‘I know you gave me your best...even if it wasn’t quite enough.’

Their noses nuzzle one last time. Eyes brushing across each other, she feels more exposed than she ever has while dancing naked on stage. He steals a last kiss and squeezes her waist. She picks up her $760 off the floor and heads to the bathroom to clean up.

The experience plays over and over in her head, easily the strangest she’s ever had while working at Dolce. A part of her hates the not knowing. Who the hell was he fucking back there? What did that girl do that was so god-awful? She shakes her head and tries to remind herself that it doesn’t matter. That a tender heart is the best way to get herself in trouble around here. Even if this is the nicer side of the city.

A few drinks at the bar and she’s up on stage again. Just barely catches his tall frame and broad shoulders slipping out into the cold air of 2am in Chicago. The second he’s out of sight, she pushes him from her mind and moves on.

But when she finally cashes out at 4am, there’s a $3,000 tip waiting for her.