#the hoes are having every flashback tonight

[apersononearth011]

tw huge trauma dump ab my family and childhood trauma (pls someone see this, i'm literally begging, oh my god i'm pathetic)

i never talk to my dad. we live in the same house, we're just both too awkward to talk ig, we only have conversations more than "bring those dishes downstairs" when there is anything to do with stranger things or cobra kai.

my mum is complicated. she's a complicated person. she's very passive aggressive a lot of the time. she advocates for me and my sisters at school and stuff and then will proceed to do things that i don't know if she realises are ableist. in primary school she used to make it so that we weren't allowed any sort of chocolate or anything unless it was the weekend and she was always talking about how much she wanted to do diets to be "healthy" and she'd work out to the point of exhaustion. she always throws herself in the deep end with everyone else and just expects to float but she's making us all drown. me and my sisters are all autistic. however back then we were all not aware of this so my older sister would have these massive meltdowns and my mum would just go off at her, acting like it was something she could help, she threw things at her sometimes, always yelling, never tried to comfort her or understand past the basic "are you ok?" and then when my sister couldn't respond "fine. don't answer. you clearly don't want my help anyway." like she took the meltdowns as an attack on her. my younger sister was always dead silent in public, completely mute never spoke in front of anyone besides family and the couple of friends she had. she was severely dyslexic and very behind in schoolwork. our school refused to do anything about it. so mum would spend hours looking through her old schoolwork to find evidence of something wrong. she never makes it feel like she cares about helping. she makes it seem like her life is significantly worse for our existence. if we ever try to talk to her about anything serious or not, something else is always more important. i'm doing housework. i'm watching tv. i remember taking my younger sister upstairs to play with toys because i could tell my mum and my older sisters arguing really really upset her. we'd play sylvanian families until it was over. if we ever try to tell her how she can improve anything no matter how small it's "so i'm a bad mum? you guys gang up on me to gaslight me into thinking i'm in the wrong." she's very bad at communicating. she just assumes we want an argument. she always turns into an entirely different person around other people. happy, smiley, extremely loving. that's not to say doesn't love us. she just never acts like it. she does physical things for us but makes us feel like we're a huge burden on her for even just being around her.

i am the glass child, even though i am disabled myself, i have always masked around everyone, even alone. i listen to my mums rants about how stressed and overwhelmed she is by looking after us. i listen to my older sisters rants about my mum. i am the only one who can decipher what my little sister means sometimes. i listen to her when wants to talk. i give advice. therapise them. wise beyond my years. was i that way naturally? or was i treating everyone how i wanted to be treated? i protect them and help them. i don't open up to them. why would i? they're busy watching tv and ironing while muttering passive aggressively under their breath. come to think of it, there were parental lock things on all my sisters' devices to stop them from seeing inappropriate shit, but there wasn't on mine. was i grown up enough to see adult things? i was 7. but oh well she's so responsible, it's like she's an old person stuck in a child's body. no one ever asked me how i felt. every time my mum asked for my opinion on any arguments if i agreed with my sister, not her, we were ganging up on her. i was never taught how to wash my hair or body. one day my mum just stopped doing it for me. "you're old enough to do it yourself now, this is taking the piss." teach me then. "you're so good at looking after your sisters and mum aren't you?" i was 10. be good for other people. help other people. you are invisible unless they need something, you don't get an opinion. this was only re-enforced by the church i went to at the time (i am agnostic now) and girlguiding. the brownie rule or some shit was "a brownie guide puts others before herself". serve them. the people. get good grades, it's what your teachers and parents want. keep your room obsessively tidy, it's what your mum wants. chip away at your soul for everyone else.

my older sister once told me she thought i was selfish for all the people pleasing i did. "you only do it selfishly. you don't actually care about us." i told my mum about it and she said "well she's right, doing things for other people makes us happy too." they never expressed pride in me other than when i got good grades.

i am a ghost. i never got to form my own opinions that's why i don't have any. i'm not human. i never developed into one. i have never been anyone's priority. i never will be. no one will ever care.

writing this, i keep slipping into past tense as if i don't still live here but it just feels distant.

[moondancediner]

daydreaming - i

summary: it's hard to run away from your past when your ghosts keep walking through the front door - and Tess Mitchell is no stranger to ghosts

bradley bradshaw x tess mitchell

word count: 3.5k

warnings: swearing, chaotic lovers, small age gap (around 5-6 years), daddy issues, best friends to lovers but it's complicated af and no i will not be apologizing, cliffhanger?

a/n: okay wow this was gonna be a cute little quick thing and it turned into a multiple parter? question mark question mark... idk how many parts but this hoe got away from me real fast she's almost at 10k already...

This was going to be a reader-insert but the character bloomed before my eyes and here's Tess Mitchell she's my fav we love her.

Italics are flashbacks, regular text is present day

Also, Rooster is an ass man you can't change my mind.

masterlist || pt.II

you know, i'll be gone for so long,

so give me all of your love, give me something to dream about

“Rooster,” she whined, turning her back to the pool table and leaning a wobbly hip on its wooden edge to look for her husband, her lips turning slightly downward. She spotted him right away, like a moth to flame it was never hard to miss him. 

“Yeah, baby?” The beer bottle dropped from his lips as he looked at her, heart nearly stopping at the sight.

“I need help,” she drunkenly pouted. 

“With what, sweetheart?” He hadn’t moved from his spot, the both of them raising their voices across the crowd of friends. 

“I forgot how to play pool,” she shrugged, pool stick in hand, the same one she’d been losing with for a good twenty minutes now, “I need you to show me,” and Rooster nearly choked on his beer. He loved drunk Tess. 

“Well, it just so happens that I’m a master pool player, my love,”

“Is that so?” She asked, looking up at him. He towered over her, all six delicious feet of him, his own body locking her into her spot. 

“Oh, absolutely,” his sly wink sent shivers down her spine. He downed what remained of his beer, setting it on the nearest table before turning back to assess her. “Alright. Righty or lefty?” 

“I’m ambidextrous,” it was her turn to wink now. 

“Jesus, woman, you’re tryna kill me, you know that?” He placed his hands on her hips while she laughed, turning her around then taking the pool cue out of her hand. “Alright, so put your right hand here, and your left hand here… and then you line up…” His right arm left the cue, circling around her waist, thumb hooking in the belt loop of her shorts as he leaned them both over the table, sweaty bodies gluing together. 

The pool table under her body was gone. The people around them were gone. Phoenix, rolling her eyes at the other end of the table, patiently awaiting her turn - gone. All she could think about was his mouth whispering against the shell of her ear. 

“Now,” another shiver racked her spine, “are you stripes or solids?” He lowered his voice and it took everything Tess had not to lose her clothes right then and there. 

“I… really couldn’t tell you,” because all she could think about was that every inch of him was pressed against every inch of her back and his arm was keeping her ass anchored to his crotch, pinning her between the table and himself. His laugh in her ear was sinful. He stood up straight and she followed him, not willing to risk the loss of contact. 

“Phoenix, help me out here,” he asked the girl across the table. Phoenix rolled her eyes, but told him; stripes, and will you hurry up, please? “Alright, baby, here we go,” he leaned the both of them back over, lining up the shot to the correct ball this time, “whenever you’re ready Hotshot,” 

The sound of her callsign brought her back to that first night. When he walked through those bar doors, clad in his dad’s Hawaiian shirt not unlike the one he wore tonight. 

Tess did a double take when Rooster walked into the bar. She had never met Goose, was born after he died and never had the honor, but from all the pictures she’s seen of him throughout her life, it might as well have been him walking through those doors. Hawaiian shirt, aviator sunglasses, and a smile that screamed trouble.

She thought she’d had enough shock for one day when her father walked through those same doors not too long ago, but here this was. 

Her heart nearly stopped. Tess Mitchell was a planner. Things did not simply happen to her. Her life had been out of control for as long as she could remember. Pete Mitchell did not follow anyones rules or schedules, so Tess made her own. He was the only wild card in her life because she allowed him to be. She went to college in a town with no military affiliation, nowhere near a base or a landing strip. And even though she bounced around from town to town, state to state, it was never hard to find a teaching job. Until schools stopped hiring new teachers, and started firing them instead. 

Losing her teaching job was a wild card she’d never anticipated - last one hired, first one fired turned out to be more than a cautionary tale- but lucky for her, her dad's old friend Penny Benjamin owned a bar in Miramar and was looking for a new bartender. 

And even luckier for her, she didn’t know any naval aviators in the area. 

Until now of course. 

She knew where Rooster was all the time, kept track of him because nobody else was. And he was not supposed to be here. He was supposed to be overseas, not in Miramar California. Not walking into this bar. Not about to go on whatever dangerous mission Maverick was going to be taking him on. 

He rounded the bar, not seeing her, heading straight for the uniformed pilots hanging around the pool table. She noticed Maverick turning his own head away, avoiding Bradley’s eyes and the history that lay there. Their tension settled into Tess’s bones, rattling them further. 

“Hey, Hotshot,” Hangman’s voice broke Tess’s trance, “four more on the old timer,” he said, chin nodding towards Maverick across the bar. 

She pulled the four bottles out of the fridge, holding them to her chest with one arm before popping all the tops off with the bottle opener in her other hand in quick succession, setting them on the counter in front of the blonde. 

“Now I know why they call you Hotshot,” Hangman winked, clearly eyeing her now damp white tank. Tess internally groaned at her choice of outfit, but laundry day and hot weather only left her with so many options. 

“Keep dreaming, Hangman,” Tess sent him a wink of her own. He was hot - she wasn’t blind, Jake Seresin was practically a walking Greek god, sculpted by caring, detailed hands - but his ego was far too big for her liking. 

And besides, the other half of her heart just walked through those doors. 

“They still call you that?” Maverick asked when she had made her way over to his side of the bar again. Tess never joined the Navy or any other branch of the military, but growing up as Pete Mitchell’s daughter meant she learned how to fly a plane at probably a too young age and that she earned a few things she never necessarily wanted. A callsign was practically included in the package. 

“I’ll take ‘things you would know if you stayed in contact with your daughter’ for 200 please, Alex,” he had the nerve to laugh at her remark as she swept by him, pouring two shots, handing them to waiting hands and then coming back down to wipe the bar clean. It was unnerving, having him just sitting there as if he hadn’t completely ignored her for almost a year.

“You remember why we started calling you that?” 

“Cause I like to show off,” she said cooly, straight faced, still bustling about. 

Maverick smiled. He vividly remembered the first time he called her that, nearly lost his mind because she was visiting and he took her to the hangar to see all the aircraft. Turned around for two seconds and she was gone. 

He found her quickly, like father like daughter she was drawn to his F/A-14 with all the curiosity a six-year-old could muster. When Mav finally caught up with her she was half way up the ladder to the box, ready to take a ride with her dad. ‘Slow down there, Hotshot.’ He laughed about it with her mom on the phone later that night, after she called to say goodnight, and the nickname just stuck. 

“They know you’re teaching?” She asked once she was once again in ear-shot of him, head jerking in the direction of the oblivious naval aviators in the back while she pulled her long black hair into a low ponytail, eyes searching for more of those damn souvenir mugs. Pete noticed how light it had gotten since the last time he saw her - much more of a dark brown than the black it had been for most of her life - and wondered how long she had been hiding out here in the California sun. “Penny! We have any more boxes of those mugs up here?” She called over a shoulder.

“How’d you know I was teaching?” 

She smiled. “A woman never reveals her sources.” Tess didn’t need to tell him that a strong pour in the right hands usually got her the answers she was looking for, and then some she wasn’t looking for. She knew about the mission (well, she knew about the vague details she was able to squeeze out of Cyclone), she just didn’t think they were crazy enough to call her father in to lead it. 

“How long have you been here?” 

Tess smirked. “How was it going Mach 10?” 

Maverick’s smile dropped completely. “How did you-“ 

“I think the rest are in the basement, peach cheeks,” Penny called from the other end of the bar, interrupting her father.

“Aw, damnit,” Tess groaned, looking up to the ceiling, beyond the comical number of model planes and jets and anything else that flew were more souvenir mugs. The bar was decorated with them, but they were just that, decorations… Well, they were supposed to be anyway. She weighed her options and decided that the bar was far too packed for her to make her way to the basement and back in a timely manner. 

She couldn’t just leave poor Penny up here by herself, now could she?

“Did she just call you peach cheeks?” Maverick asked, eyeing his old flame, the confusion evident in the way his brows creased slightly in the middle and Tess didn’t know if it was from her question or Penny’s words. Tess stopped for the first time since he’d arrived that night, a half-smile that reminded him so much of his own, and braced both arms on the bartop in front of him. 

“About two months ago some drunk creep told me my ass looked like a peach, whatever the fuck that means,” she rolled her green eyes and Pete cursed himself for how much she looked like him right now, “anyway, he ended up paying for a round but now Penny calls me peach cheeks whenever she feels like she wants to annoy me.”

It was the first straight answer she’d given him all night, and he had a feeling it would be the last. 

Tess turned, looking to the ceiling again like the light gray mugs were just going to start raining down on her, and when they didn’t she took a minor running start - really it was just a couple steps across the wide end of the bar - and hoisted herself to the top. Black sneakers landed in a spot nobody was occupying at the time and she stood tall - all five feet and four inches of her - before she started grabbing cups from where they hung above her head. 

She received a couple whistles for her efforts, but her hands were already too full to flip any of them off, and she was concentrating too hard on not falling when the bell rang again, a little harder than the first time. She paused her movements to watch Hangman and two others she didn’t learn the names of yet walk over to Maverick to toss him out into the sand with a smile. 

“Tess?” She whipped around at the sound of his voice, aviators pulled down his nose, eyebrows drawn in in disbelief.

“Hey, Bradshaw,” her smile nearly blinded him.

“Tess Mitchell! What did I tell you about climbing on top of my bar?” 

Like the snap of a finger she was that ten year old kid again, getting yelled at for hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the park his mom used to take them too on the weekends and Rooster couldn’t help but smile at the look that came across her face when she was caught red-handed.

“Sorry, Pen, I’ll replace them later, I promise,” 

Rooster didn’t waste another second, feet moving to the bartop where she was now sitting. She was at the perfect height for him to slot himself into her body, arms circling her waist, her own arms going around his neck while her legs secured around his hips, squeezing him tight.

He still smelled the same as she remembered, his minty aftershave clouding her every thought and judgment. She wanted to keep her face buried in his neck for the rest of time. 

“Hey, Hotshot,” he said the words quietly enough that only she could hear, crushing her body into his. “Damn, how long’s it been?” 

“Too long,” Tess pulled away only so she could see him up close and he gently set her down on her feet, keeping his hands on her body. She took his sunglasses off, hanging them on the front of her tank top before putting her hands on either side of his face, inspecting his dark eyes and golden, sun-kissed skin for any more scars than the ones that already riddled his face. “I like the stach,” she nodded her approval and his smile grew impossibly bigger.

“Yeah? Took me two years to grow,” 

Her belly laugh had him smiling even bigger. “Shit, I missed you,” Rooster could only shake his head at her, amazed that she was even standing in front of him right now. But the amazement was short lived when the joy in her green eyes turned a dangerous shade of dark he hated being on the receiving end of. 

“You idiot,” she landed a firm smack on the side of his head.

“Ow!” He brought a hand up to rub the spot that was sure to be sore in the morning, and he could’ve sworn he heard a few snickering laughs from behind him. “What the hell T?” 

“Why didn’t you call me,” it wasn’t a question, it was a stern statement and Bradley couldn’t help but put his hands on her cheeks, mirroring the position she just had him in, a small smile creeping over his lips.

“I just got in, I was going to call you first thing in the morning.”

The sincerity in his voice, the honesty in his eyes nearly melted Tess into a puddle on the dirty bar floor. 

“We have one rule, Bradshaw.” 

When he lands, he calls. That’s their rule.

“I know, I know, I should’ve called,” his golden eyes danced between her sharp green while they softened. “But, to be fair you didn’t tell me you were working here.”

She simply shrugged, “I told you I was in the area.” 

He could only smile. 

“What’s your boss's name?” He asked, that little glint of trouble shining through his eyes.

“Penny Benjamin.”

The realization of who she was flashed across his already amused face but he tucked that nugget of information in his back pocket for another day because Tess Mitchell was standing in front of him and he wasn’t stupid enough to waste her time. 

“Penny!” He called, ripping his eyes away from her face, “I’m stealing your bartender!” 

“Have her back in fifteen!” And that was all he needed to squat down, throw Tess over his shoulder, and carry her away. 

“Rooster!” She screeched, hands gripping his shirt as if that would save her if he dared to drop her. “Put me down you big idiot!” But he didn’t listen, and she felt his laugh vibrate on her chest and she tried really hard to think of anything other than the fact that his hand was impossibly close to her ass, clamping down on her bare thighs. And that she was one wrong move away from flashing half the building.

He walked over to the Jukebox, squatted down - which Tess tried, and failed, to not be impressed with - and ripped the cord out of the wall. The crowd voiced their disdain but he didn’t slow down. He sat her down on the bench in front of the piano, stole his sunglasses back and swung his leg around so he was seated behind her.

The bench was small enough that she felt every inch of him behind her, and when he started playing Great Balls of Fire, his fellow pilots all crowding around to sing, Tess leaned back into him, singing along with her whole heart that belonged fully to him. 

“Hell yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about!” Rooster stood and Tess turned around, high fiving his hand in high before slamming her hand down on his hard ass, him doing the exact same. 

“Hmm..” She hummed, looking around her direct area after their celebration, “it appears I have no drink.” 

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Bradley took the cue from her hand, passing it off to Bob before holding out his arm for her to take, “this way my lady.” 

“Why thank you kind sir,” Tess looped her arm into his, chin pointed to the sky but his laugh had her breaking and a giggling mess by the time they made it to the bar. Her husband took the chance to once again pin her against his body, both arms coming around to lean on the sticky countertop in front of her, caging her into him. 

Tess leaned back into his strong arms, let the back of her head connect with his chest and fall to the side until it hit his shoulder, and his mouth was like a magnet to her skin, finding it, leaving a trail of hot, scratchy kisses down her neck, turning her body into a putty for his hands. His low moans in her ear had her ready to head for the door. 

“Come on, let’s just go home,” he whined against her skull, right at the base of her jaw, reading her mind. Everything in her vibrated and hummed in response to him.

“I can’t leave my own birthday party early,” she countered, turning so she could place a kiss on his waiting lips. And then another. And then another. 

“What can I get for the birthday girl?” Penny appeared, yelling over the crowd of people.

“Two shots of tequila!” Tess yelled, she turned back to the bar, raising an arm above her head with two fingers held up. Penny quickly looked over her shoulder, confirming with Rooster, who nodded, one quick move of his chin downward - as if he could ever say no to her. 

“I’m in for a wild night,” he commented with a smile, remembering the last time she got drunk off Tequila. It didn’t happen often, but when it did the only thing he could do was sit back and enjoy the ride. 

“Make it three, Penny,” Maverick appeared next to them, clad in his usual leather jacket.

“Dad!” Tess screamed, ducking under Bradley’s arm so she could hug him, “you made it!”

“Of course, like I’m gonna miss my best girl’s birthday?” He hugged her tight, remembering a time when he couldn’t do such a thing. Too afraid of his own mortality to get close to the best thing to ever happen in his life. 

“Here you go guys,” Penny was gone as soon as she arrived, dropping the shots and disappearing. Normally, Tess would be working with her on such a busy Friday night, but apparently there’s a rule around here about working on birthdays - a rule that didn’t exist last year, but Tess knew that was an argument she wouldn’t win. 

“Cheers fellas,”

“Cheers my love,” Rooster held up his glass to hers and Mav’s.

“Cheers sweetheart,” Maverick said, clinking their glasses and then tossing his back. Tess was quick to swallow hers down, and even quicker to shove a slice of lime in her mouth, grimacing against the burn down her throat. Tequila was really great until you had to actually do a shot of it. Bradley leaned down to swipe the lime out of her mouth with his own and sucked down whatever juice was left, leaving Tess staring at his mouth in a not-so-subtle way.

“I’m gonna go say hi to everyone,” Mav yelled over the crowd, placing a quick kiss on his daughter's cheek before disappearing into the mass of people, aiming for the rowdy group in the back. 

Tess’s eyes found their way back to her husbands face, the way his golden skin glowed in the dim lighting of the bar, sunglasses dripping down his nose, that carefree and confident air he had about him left her breathless on a normal day, but with the alcohol buzzing through her system she was about ready to take his clothes off in the middle of this bar. It’s how he’d always been, ever since she could remember. Cool, calm, collected. Her rock in the middle of a storm.

And so damn good looking. Leaning against the side of the bar, one arm resting on the counter, the other hand tucked securely in her back pocket, keeping her close, eyes roaming the room. She noticed that he did that every couple minutes, checked the perimeter for any disturbances, a habit she was sure he picked up from flying. 

“You’re staring,” the left corner of his mouth hiked up an inch and his eyes found their way back to hers. She could only smile back. Caught red handed. 

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?” He laughed at her words, remembering exactly the first time those words slipped from his lips.

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thnks for reading, i love you a whole lot

want more? all you gotta do is ask babes

[pastelracha]

STREET RACHA

☾ Title : STREET RACHA

☾ Pairing: BangChan x fem!reader

☾ Genre: friends-to-lover, fluff, humor (kind of), angst, suggestive, street racer!au, +18, smut. 

☾ Prompt: Illegal street racer Chan.

☾ A/N: Street racer Chan is on my mind since a lot of time, and as I watched the Fast & Furious saga during the week, here we are. 

oh and it’s my first real smut, so yeah .. don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox

☾ Warning : profanities, fighting, angsty moment for Felix(please don’t kick me on this one), suggestive, smoking. mention of nipple piercing, everything in italic is flashback. 

read proof is off.

☾ SOUNDTRACK : 

Six Days - Mos Def & DJ Shadow

Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boys

☾ Word Count: 5.696K

masterlist | ask or request 

Chan was used to the hot weather in the summer, the humidity and all this kind of stuff in Seoul. His hair dark hair messing with his eyes, his open navy blue short-sleeves shirt full of sweat and his dirty hands working on a client car. 

He was giggling at Changbin dancing on some girl group songs in the garage instead of working on his own car. 

Jeongin working at the counter, selling some NOS kits (Nitrous Oxide Systems), to some guys and Jisung was smoking outside the front door of RACHA STREET. 

“Didn’t I told you to quit smoking Han Jisung ?’’ 

He trows his cigarette as soon as he heard the voice, the Black Skyline R34, his sister’s car, you, how didn’t he heard the car coming ? “You might be the older one but you’re not an example sis’’ 

“Says the one who dropped out of college to open a garage with his two best friends’’ 

He knew you didn’t mean any harm, as the garage was the best one in Seoul, working on the rich kids cars, and doing good. “You coming tonight ?’’ 

You simply nodded, of course you would be there, no way you was going the miss a race. “Obviously I’m dying to beat Changbin and take some bills’’ 

The man stopped shaking his ass to girl group and just pout at his best friend’s sister. “Hey !!! Y/N we are working on your car for free, so don’t make me take yours, if you lose’’ said Changbin after hugging you.  

Chan was watching you all, sitting against the Porsche he was working on earlier, wiping his hands with a old flannel. Smiling to himself and nodding at Jisung’s sister as a hello, after you waved at him. 

At first it was impossible to imagined you racing, you were small next to them all, your wavy and long hair cascading on her back, she almost looked too precious to race cars in the street. 

You were attractive, very attractive. 

Jisung got his passion for car, thanks to you. You were one of the only girl in Seoul or even in South Korea, that was drifting and doing illegal street racing, and you were the best, the hidden talent of their team. And Chan always find you totally hot behind the wheel. 

But he wasn’t going to say it to one of his best friend, like “hey dude, mind if I fuck you sister as I find her really attractive and cool” .. no Jisung would snatched his head, and cut his every members and throw it in acid. 

They might be best friend, but it was always the rule of “bros before hoes”. But you being Jisung’s older sister you were even more off limit. 

“Yo Chris apparently DK is coming tonight” Said Jeongin coming into the garage, with his phone in is hand, at what you only sighed. You didn’t have time to get flirt with, nor you did want to. “Why is this asshole coming all the way from Tokyo to race ?” And Jisung wasn’t having it either. 

He knew you could deal with this dude, son of a Yakuza, but even as your baby brother he was still protecting his older sister, just like the rest of the crew. “Did he forgot, he has no right to be here ?  I made it clear last time” said Chan wiping the sweat of his forehead. 

You wanted a fun night, racing, watching the other racing too, having a few beer at home after, but this asshole has to come and mess all your plans of a cool night. 

“He still after Y/N ?’’ Asked Changbin 

You nodded to his question, but Jisung was faster than you to answer the shorter one: “ The bitch can’t believe she beat his ass and doesn’t want to date him. And apparently he forgot I’ll beat him with a socket wrench’’ 

“Anyway I don’t give a flying damn about this idiot, I’ll see you tonight guys’’ 

-&-

You finally parked your car next to Changbin’s 1997 RX7, holding a can of Red Bull. 

“Man, look who is here ? Our one and only Y/N with a Red Bull and her famous red lips’’ laughed Minho. 

You laughed at him, and finally hugged the 8 of them, not even believing Felix decided to come tonight, after all the stuff that happened to him for the past month. And you weren’t sure about how to react at the fact that DK was here at the same race as one of your best friend. 

You talked a lot with the guys, watched a few cars. “So how much is the first race ?’’ You casually asked to Seungmin, “30, Chan and you are in’’ 

30 thousand for a 400 meters, good ! You probably gonna have to share it with Chan but still it’s 15000 dollars for a few seconds, totally worth it. “The only thing is..’’ 

“Oh i see Y/N took her bitches out’’ the strong Japanese accent you hated the most has come, DK! 

Who was smirking to you, “baby forget the 30 thousand, if I win you are mine’’ 

“The fuck you’re doing here DK?’’ At the sound of Chan’s voice your blood ran cold, you never heard him talking this way. He was about to kill the man in front of him, “what are you doing do 'bout it pussy ? Not going back to Kangaroo country ?’’ 

That’s when Chan loose it, you put your hands on his chest trying to calm him down. “Chan no, he is just an asshole’’ 

“I’m gonna kill him Y/N let me go’’ 

You looked over his shoulder to Changbin and your brother for help, them being more muscular than you and could help you to hold chan. “Chan don’t do this, please listen to me’’ you pleaded. 

“No, look what he has done to Lix, I already beat him up and I’ll do it again, he has no right to be here’’ tears welling up in your eyes at the mention of Felix’s crash. 

During race last month, DK crashed into Felix’s car, made him left the road and hit the bridge structure not far from here, at that time you guys almost lose one of your best friend, he was at the hospital for a few weeks, leaving him with a broken knee, as for his right hand, and some ribs, but Felix was still here with you all. 

“Christopher, please Felix is with us, he is well, still with us.’’ 

You wrapped your arms around his middle, pleading him to stop, your head in the crook of his neck while Changbin and Jisung were holding him. 

“Dude if you can’t handle a lil car crash, change sport’’ laughed the Japanese. 

Will he shut the hell up ? You put your hands on Chan’s cheeks making him looking at you right in the eyes, “Chris listen to me, hey listen. Drop it, don’t bother with him.’’ You tried to connect with Chan at that moment making him forgot everything around as if it was only the two of you here, not something close to a hundred persons around you, watching what was happening during this fight. Trying to make concrete on your voice only, creating your own world like a bubble around the both of you, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, holding the contact with your eyes, talking to him, telling him everything was good, that Felix was here, you were here, the guys were here, that you were here for him, and that will never change. 

It took time to calm Chan when he is angry, even more when it touch his family. “You want to play ass ? Let’s do it on the road’’ started chan. “If I win, you are gone forever, if you win I give you my car and my garage’’ 

“Chan!’’ Was everyone reaction, betting a car was one thing, but his garage, was giving up his and his best friends dream. 

“Forget the money, I bet mine t-‘’ 

“Y/N you’re not racing, it’s between him and I, cancel the first race ‘Min’’ 

He gave Seungmin his car registration document, and a paper saying he is giving his shop if he lose the race. 

Man it’s going to be the longest 400 meters in your life, in everyone lives. You were not sure if you could even bare to watch the race at this point. You were bitting your nails, anxious, next to your brother and on the verge of crying. 

“Sungie, he can’t lose it, he can’t’’ 

Jisung looked at you, also worried. It was about time Jisung stopped being the over protective baby brother to you, he always saw the way his best friend is looking at you, and you were looking at him the same way. This moment proving him that even more. It wasn’t just friendship between the two of you. 

As ever everyone was at the garage, drink a few beer after work. You were sitting next to Chan laughing at something Hyunjin has said about his last hook up. 

“Soon we’re gonna hear about Chan and Y/N’s hook up stories’’ said Minho. 

Jisung just stopped laughing, and looked at Minho with dark eyes, ready to beat him up. “Shut up dude’’ 

“Come on Sung we can feel the sexual tension from the other side of the city when they are together’’ laughed Changbin. 

You watched the girl moving her arms between the two cars, and time slowed in your perspective. 1 .. 2 … 3 .. 

At first Chan didn’t want to fight on the road, he just wanted to puch DK right in the face over and over until he broke his nose and his hands were covered in his blood. To avenge Felix, and the fact he was all over you making weird comments and seeing as a plain sex toy, which to Chan was far from okay. 

Jisung took you in his arms, not wanting you to watch the race, your blood boiling, mumbling words your brother couldn’t understand. He watched his best friend being a few centimeters in front of the Japanese, he could imagined Chan’s face behind the wheel. 

He knew Chan was feeling frustrated, he knew that a 400 meters race wasn’t doing to cut it for his older friend, he wanted revenge and he was going to get it one way or another.. 

You still would hear the motors of the cars, jumping in your brother arms everything you hear them gear shifting, almost counting the meters by the sounds of cars. 

Seconds feeling like hours to you, and probably for the rest of your team, hoping to not hear police sirens coming to stop everything. 

Chan needed to win this, he couldn’t afford to lose the race neither the rest of the guys or you, the garage was everything for the 9 of you, an hang out place, a work place and it hold a special place in your heart. 

“Where is Christopher ?’’ You asked your brother, eyes full of worries. “In the front, they are coming back .. you know he’ll use his NOS at the very end making DK thing he’ll could beat him, Chan never lose sis’’ 

You knew every tricks Chan used, you did the same but you couldn’t help to feel nauseous, even if your brothers words made you feel a bit better. 

From his perspective Chan was confident until he saw you in Jisung’s arms, racing was in his blood, but once you were in he could forget everything he learn about cars, racing and how to do it right at the right time. So seeing you like that, he was sure he could feel your emotions right behind his steering wheel, his right foot never leaving the gas pedal, but also watching you wanting to somehow tell you to trust him, that he’ll win this, for you and the guys. 

Chan never really hide his ‘feelings’ for you, the guys teasing him about that, he knew Jisung wasn’t sure about his sister dating one of his and her friends, cause Jisung liked the relation y’all had, but he also knew how chan was feeling about you. 

The youngest mechanic was watching the older one working on his sister car, he wasn’t sure how to start the conversation with Chris. 

“Han Jisung i can feel your eyes burning holes in the back of my head, what is it ?’’ 

Jisung bit his bottom lip, and wiped his hand on a dirty cloth going to his best friend. 

“I don’t know to say this but Chan, like I know h-how you feel about Y/N’’ started the youngest, while Chan was nodding looking at him. “And like I know that every time you have a problem after a race you go to her .. as she heal your wounds and shit .. but like Cha-’ 

“Mate if you don’t want me to try anything with her it’s ok, I mean she’s your sister and I get it, I respect that’’ 

Jisung look at his best friend, nodding too. “I just want to say if you hurt her, I’ll burn your car and be sure you’re in it’’ 

Chan just chuckled at this memory, teasing the small red button on his wheel waiting for the right moment to use his NOS, even if DK was still behind him by a few centimeters. “3.. 2.. and bye asshole’’ 

And in just a few seconds Chan’s crossed the line made of red spray paint on the floor. 

You turned around to see both cars, and Chan walking to your group. You get out of your brother’s arms, walking in chan’s way. “Are you just stupid or completely insa-’’ 

Chan cut you off, his hands on your waist and his lips crashing into yours, you stood still your eyes wide open and hands next to your own body. His lips tasted like mint and coffee, were soft and wet you still wouldn’t believe he was kissing you right in front of everyone, in front of your baby brother who was doing nothing to stop this. Chan’s hands caressing your hips, until he broke the kiss against his will as DK was tearing him away from you. 

“You still need shitty tricks to beat me Bang’’ spitted the Japanese, holding Chan’s shoulder. 

“ If you can’t handle to lose shut the hell up dickhead, and I was in the -’’ 

DK didn’t let him finish his sentence as he threw his fist in the Australian’s face. “I’ll fucking kill you’’ 

Felix pushed you back as the rest of the guys jumped on the Japanese and Chan to broke the fight. “Y/N get in your car and to the garage’’

You watched Felix, shaking your head no .. there was no way you could go without knowing if he was ok, if chan was really alright. “Christopher stop it’’ Felix still holding onto your arm, trying to stop you. Limping on one leg, his leg still in a cast, pleading you to get to your car and leaving before the cops would come. 

“Y/N i promise we’ll be following you to the garage, just go please’’ 

You looked at him, knowing fighting one of your closest friend right now wouldn’t get you nowhere, you showed him your car keys and walking to your black car. Not without look in Chan’s way, trying to see how he was doing, the only thing you saw was a bit of blood dripping out his nose and his left cheekbone turning red.

-&-

 Your way to the garage was long and lonely, waiting for the boys in your own car in the front of the shop, your mind still running around what happened back to the race, Chris being so unbothered to race against DK and his kiss. 

Playing with your many rings was the only option while waiting for the boys to come find you, the moon stone on your middle finger was Jisung and Changbin present for your 18th birthday, the white stone looking so pure your skin, the sliver band with it was so beautiful to your next finger, the ring finger was another silver ring, this time a simple band of the metal and a small accent of rose gold, Chan’s present for another of your birthday, “ this ring is almost as beautiful as you are so yeah I think about when I bought it happy birthday Y/N’’ the words stuck to your ears since he gifted you the ring. 

Your eyes opened once again, when you heard seven cars parking next to you, Changbin’s car right next to you, next to Seungmin which was with Felix, next to Hyunjin, Jeongin, to your other side was your brother and Chan. 

You only watched Chan’s face, a bit of blood stuck to his nose, and a bruise on his cheekbone, it would have been worst but it also would still have his beautiful face without bruises. You sighed and bit your bottom lip “Are you really insane ? After what he done to Lix ?’’ 

Chan didn’t look up at you, his eyes still on the floor, he didn’t responded to you, hands in his pockets, his curly hairs being a mess on his forehead and a bit of dried blood on his white shirt. 

“Do you want to die or lay on a hospital bed ? Christopher ?’’ 

“Y/N please stop’’ Jeongin putted his hands on your shoulders trying to stop you.

You ran your hands in your hair, messing it even more. “ I can’t .. I just can’t lose one of you’’ 

“He is gone’’ started Changbin “With probably a broken nose and only a boxer left on him. Oh and we need to go get his car tomorrow, well now it’s one of Chan’s cars’’ 

You were clearly exhausted after everything that happened, following your friends in the garage, for a couple of drinks, a tradition after the race. 

Sitting on makeshifts couches made of old car seats, you still hadn’t say a word to any of them looking at Minho giving beers to every of you. 

Jisung vaping next to you, chan adoring a black snapback on his curly hair, still in his stained white shirt looking somehow hot with a black eye. Your brother was making round shapes with the smoke, smelling like bubblegum. 

“Can I talk to you?’’ You looked up at Christopher a hand on your shoulder, his can of beer in his other hand. 

-&-

You were resting against the door of your car, drinking from your can of beer, looking at the man in front of you who was playing with his rings. 

“Like I know I caused you a lot of worries tonight. And I’m sorry for that’’ he said looking at you. “And huh I’m sorry for kissing you like that’’ 

You chuckled at the mention of the kiss, looking down at your shoes. “I still think you’re insane for doing stuff like that Chris, what if h-he crashed your car and I ended up losing you ?’’ You started taking one of his hand “what would have happened to the garage ? The guys ? Jeongin, the kid looks up at you like some sort of god, me ?’’ 

He didn’t responded to you looking at your hands. “What about me Chan ? Yes it’s selfish, but me?’’ 

“I did it for you’’ was all he said. “I wanted revenge for Lix and to protect you, making him leave so-’’

“Chan I can protect myself from pervert like DK’’ you chuckled once again.

You put a cigarette between your lips, lighting it. “You always tell Jisung to quit but what about you?’’ 

He took the stick from you, to put it between his own lips. “And what about you Chan?’’ You asked. 

He smirked, raising his shoulders still looking at you. The snapback gave him such a fuckboy look, white shirt and black joggers, was a bonus and a sight for sore eyes. Black eye being a bonus on him. 

“Look at your face’’ you said brushing your fingers on his skin. 

“It’s nothing, it’s gonna be gone like in a week’’ his fingers taking place on your owns caressing your skin, humming at your soft touch. 

“Jisung gonna kills you .. I mean for that kiss’’ 

He laughed after what you said, “He’s going to burn me alive, only if I hurt you, love’’ he crossed in fingers into yours. “And I do not plan on doing so’’

Your fingers brushing his nose “I’ll need to heal your bruised’’ 

Your fingers running on his soft face, you could feel his breath on your cheek and his eyes following yours, you were still holding his hand with your other on the side of his neck. His other hand resting on your lower back, holding you close to him. 

Your name slipped from his lips in a whisper.

“PLEASE GUYS WE CAN FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION FROM HERE’’ Said Changbin “YEAH DO SOMETHING ‘BOUT IT’’ Continued Hyunjin. 

You both laughed at their comments. 

All your friends been watching you both, eating snacks during your conversation with Chan. Jisung looking at you with a smile on his lips, slowly nodding his head kind of giving you his go, to date his best friend. 

“Bro quit smoking, as for you Y/N keep you lungs clean’’ Said Jeongin loudly giving you a dirty look, watching the bud in Chan’s fingers. 

Chan interlocked his pinky finger with your, going to find your friends to go back inside of STREET RACHA. 

Your finger looking so small next to his. 

-&- 

It’s been days since the race, you were sitting behind the counter of the garage, ordering some stuffs for the guys cars, drinking an iced americano, your hair in a messy bun on top of your head, and wearing a black shirt with the shop logo in the back, which was Chan’s. 

Your relationship going further days by days, sharing kisses and touches when no one was there. Spending a lot of time with him in his apartment above the shop, sleeping there, watching movies, and other. But putting any label on it. 

Trying not to be touchy in front of your younger brother, even if Jisung gave you his green light a few days ago.

“Does he makes you happy ?’’ You looked up at Jisung, eyes full of interrogation. “Chris, does he makes you happy ?’’ 

You nodded, still looking at your brother. “We don’t move too fast or anything, we just living it a little more than friends but not full dating thingy’’ 

It was his turn to nod, a small smile on his lip looking at you, eyes full of love and adoration. “You still my older sister but if he does something bad or shit I’ll cut his finger’’ 

“I thought you wanted to burn him alive in his car’’ you giggled “I’ll do that after cutting his finger Y/N’’ 

“Are you really playing Tokyo Drift in my shop ?’’ Giggled Chan, his chest leaning on your back, putting his hand on your right one. “So getting all close with the owner doesn’t get me to choose the songs ?’’ You laughed looking at him, over your shoulder his face really close to yours, feeling his breath caressing  your skin. 

Little sparkles in his eyes looking directly into yours, the intensity of his sight made you somehow blush, his lips crashing on yours in small pecks. “Chris-’’

“What ? No one is here, your brother and Bin are working on cars and Jeong-’’

“Jeongin’s innocent eyes are right here guys’’ Said the youngest one, looking at you two like he just saw his own parents making out in front of him. “We said no baby making in the shop or a least when we are here’’ 

You blushed like crazy not looking at your friend nor Chan, the screen of the laptop being the best to look at, in that moment. “Come on I.N it was just small kisses .. we weren’t fully making out on the counter’’ laughed Chan 

“I just wanted to know if Burger King was ok for lunch’’ told Jeongin still looking at Chan like a distressed child. 

“So the guys are all gone, the shop is close .. what about making out on the counter mister Bang ?’’ You asked a small smile on your face. 

“I mean we are Saturday afternoon, we have time until everyone come back with food and the race don’t start until 10 tonight’’ 

Chan tried to control himself for the past few days, until your first kiss to be honest, seeing you in some of his shirts all that week, with nothing but short and your vans was driving in crazy. 

“Let me close that door real fast baby girl’’ he said throwing his stained grey shirt somewhere in the shop. 

He watched you sitting on the counter, your glasses right next to you, a beautiful glow running on your face, he never find you more sexy than now, his hands on your hips bones crawling under your (his-) shirt.

The sun creating some gleam on his beautiful chest, your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing the nape your his hair, his lips caressing yours in longer and passionate, his finger gripping your skin getting your closer to him. 

“I really want you baby girl’’ he mumbled his lips tracing your throat, his hands running lower on your thighs gripping them. 

You were a moaning mess under his hands, your fingers losing themselves in his curly hair. “Christopher’’ your voice sounding so small no more than a whisper, tugging on his hair, when he traced his tongue right under your earlobe. “Say it again’’ 

That the moment where he completely lost the control, having your playing with his messy hair, moaning his English name, and tasting your skin, while undoing the zipper of your jeans short. 

“Let’s go upstair’’ 

He knew upstair to his apartment was way too far for him to wait to have you, even if you were holding him by his jeans, he just stopped you midway, kissing you and throwing himself on the old backseat in the garage. 

His hands running on the back of your thighs, your head buried in his neck covering the skin in a galaxy of hickeys. 

Your short long forgotten on the driving seat of his car not far from you both, his hands tracing the dark lace on your shorty. 

Your entire body was burning under his skin tracing every little part of your thighs and ass, his chest hotter than hell, little groans flowing from his mouth, his tongue wetting his lips. He was ethereal like this, his tanned skin looking so kissable, his pupils blown wide. 

Chan’s hands gripping your ass cheeks, gridding you on his thigh “you have no idea how ravishing you look, gridding onto my thigh in nothing but one of my shirt and your little red laced shorty’’ 

Dirty talk looked so good on him, your brain totally empty following the sound of his voice, gridding harder on the muscle of his thigh and rough material of his jeans, your finger tracing his abs, until they fell on the waist band of the black jeans, opening up the silver button and the zipper. 

Your eyes closed, your forehead finding home on his shoulder, he looked down at you capturing your lips between his, breathing hard and short as your head was cloudy, his hips meeting your halfway he moved you from his thigh, to get you right above his pelvis, setting a pace between you two. 

“Take this off’’ He only smiled at you, lifting your hips to take off his pants, slipping it until it reach his knees not bothering to completely taking if off. 

“Keep my shirt on’’ He pleaded looking at you. 

You threw your lacy bra behind the makeshift couch, keeping you shirt on, a short layer still on you both, his lips collied on yours once again, passionately making out with you, pressing your covered chest on his exposed one, feeling a little stud on one of your nipple, he stopped kissing you. “Nipple piercing ?’’ You chuckled and nodded lacing your arms around his neck. 

“Sexy’’ 

Something in him changed at this instant, taking your shirt and throwing it around the room, looking right at your breast taking your pierced nipple directly in his mouth running his tongue on the cold metal. 

Once again gripping your hips, marking your skin with bruised at how tight he was holding you making you riding his covered length. 

He pressed open mouth kisses around the nipple, teasing the other one with his fingers, your were moaning on top of him, a moaning mess just for him to see. 

The friction he was creating between the two of you, gridding his lower half making you both dizzy and craving for more. 

His hand running on your stomach until its reached the lace of your shorty, pushing it to the side, tracing your wet fold, smiling to himself. “You’re this wet ? Baby I didn’t even touched you properly yet’’ 

His swollen lips looking so red, and abused by your owns, making you craving him even more. 

You looked so small above him, he was sure to destroy you the thought making him groan, he wanted you to scream his name, scraping your nails on his back, your cheeks covered in blush, your eyes half open, you were already a mess and he wasn’t even inside you, he was just teasing your bundle of nerve just his middle finger, “look at me baby girl, tell how good I make you feel’’ 

You were tongue tied, not able to say anything expect for the whimpers falling from your lips. Chan smiled to himself, tearing your underwear with both hands, throwing it next to him on the couch, his finger going back to your soaked folds only this time, teasing your cunt, to finally giving in and his middle finger pumping in and out of you. “Chris-’’

His lips crashing into yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lips, he had you gasping against his lips, getting his ring finger to join his other, going in and out of you brushing your velvety walls, your moans dying on his hot lips. 

Your hand tracing his length on his black boxer, making him groan and looking at you, you were looking like a goddess your chest covered his hickeys, naked on him, your hair covering your back, face reacting to his doing, your expression of pleasure looking so good. 

“C-chan i want y-you’’ 

He slipped his finger off, taking off his last layer of cloth, his dick hitting his lower stomach, a shy smile adoring his face, he suddenly felt shy in front of you also naked, but when you moan only by the size of his length his shyness disappear. 

You tried to reach for his dick, but he looked at you taking your hands in his “no, today is about you love’’ 

He was sliding his cock, up and down your slit, while kissing your lips, his tongue slipping in your mouth, dancing with yours, your hands on his shoulder trying to balance yourself but your legs feelings suddenly heavy. 

His cock sliding inside, your warm and wet walls, his mouth hanging open without a sound. Once he was fully in, he didn’t move a for a couple a seconds enjoy the feeling of warmth around him, his eyes close. 

You admired him, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, feeling so full and perfectly stretch, trying to focus on him but the feeling being too much to handle, moaning his name like your mantra. 

He let go, and finally started to breath again, moving his hips in small circles, letting you sit on him, before ramming into you, hands on the small of your back, helping you going up and down on his thick girth. 

Your breath was short, and heavy. 

“Fuck baby girl, I .. your so tigh’’ 

He started moving, a small burn feeling so good and pleasurable. Your head spinning at how good he was feeling. 

You bit his collar bones when started thrusting into you, he was whispering sweet praising into your ears “look how well you’re taking me’’, as he was going making you moan his name, again and again. 

Moaning louder once he put his finger on your clit, drawing circles at a fast speed. “Mm-mhm’’ 

You were asking for more, your wanting him to destroy you, impossible to walk tomorrow, impossible for you to race tonight cause your legs were feeling like jelly. Turning you into a moaning and whimpering mess as he sucked your pierced nipple. His other hand gripping your hip bone, bruising it even more. 

“I’m gon’ wreck you and you’ll not race tonight, and if I win I’ll suck me off in the car right after’’ 

His words driving you on the verge of insanity, sweet Chan turned into that madman for you, a rougher version of him, you loved. 

His trusting speeding up, just like his finger on your bundle of nerve, a knot forming in your lower stomach. “Chris I’m gonna cum’’ 

He was pistoning in and out, no holding back, he was also a moaning mess underneath you, caressing your g-spot, you were almost touching heaven, crying his name. 

He moaned on your chest, your nipple still suck between his lips, you could feel his stomach contracted under your hand, his release was close too. “Cum with me bubs’’ 

Cumming never felt so good, than with him. Both of your body were sweaty, he was still inside you looking in your eyes. 

“Come with me at that race in Australia’’ 

You looked at him, full of interrogation .. sure you knew about that race thing in Sydney in a few weeks, and the city was his hometown. You only nodded before resting your head on his shoulder enjoying your post orgasm with his hands caressing your back. 

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 – ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

a/n; a “thot job” for men are basically jobs that men who are hoes stereotypically tend to do. so tonight, i’m gonna tell you what “thot job” vibe the jjk boys give me ~ warnings for suggestive-ness, slight nsfw; characters included under the cut: megumi, gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, mahito, and todo as a bonus.

yuuji ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (line cook/bartender) –

that boy gives me the biggest “line cook at a chain restaurant in a college town that’s fucking all the servers and the one hostess that's of age” vibes. when he's not in the back of house cooking up oversalted underpriced food and hitting on all the pretty waitresses that come down to his side of the line, he's in the front of house behind the bar making signature drinks and stealing your girl.

wait, please imagine him behind the grill in a tan cap turned backward in a t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out (because fuck kitchen safety apparently) with those super lax fit sweats that always have a towel hanging from the waistband, and you can't ignore those super sexy non-slip sneakers. *yum*

+ he 100% is that guy you fuck as your first time to “get it over with” because he seems nice (and actually is) but he's also your first gut-punch about men because fuck you just saw him leave with your new coworker but he called you beautiful and was so gentle and now he's moved on? ugh.

megumi ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (emt/paramedic) –

megumi... in a paramedic uniform? no wonder he's always getting hit on while he's on the job. drunk college girls that have to ride in the ambulance for alcohol poisoning? in love with him. old ladies on their last leg looking up at him from their gurney? can't believe their eyes. actually trying to force their body to reverse in age by sheer willpower so they can shoot their shot. closeted dudebros with broken arms trying to play the tough guy act? putty in his fucking hands.

he'd go out to his favorite bar after work with his coworkers and try not to make it too terribly obvious that he was taking home the cute little pediatrics nurse that also frequents the bar after her rounds. the next night after that? a radiology tech. then, an anesthesiologist. then, a random girl that just happened to stumble in the bar that night. week after week, until he's accidentally become the community dick all the women in his hospital can't get enough of. absolutely the type to dick you down so good you'd be stuck on stupid for him, having flashbacks about the dick throughout the day type shit. but, he's a fuck once and move on type of guy. he's busy saving lives you know.

nanami ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (college english professor) –

no thoughts, head empty, just waxing poetically about literary greats. he will "quote jane austin, gatekeep, girlboss" his way into some pussy in a heartbeat.

now, he's a professional. he would never intend to sleep with his own students, at least not while they are currently his students, but some just manage to slip through the cracks. only some of them. never the freshmen. is it just him or do they look younger and younger every year? *ick* no no no. he would be a good-natured thot. a man with morals, if you will. if he just had to act on the brewing sexual tension that only really develops during his office hours, juniors and seniors were his only acceptable playthings. TAs were fun to pass around with the philosophy and social work professors too. his colleagues were also fair game, but only the teachers in other departments.

though, that new english professor that moved into the office next door does look like she'd be fun to get to know. maybe he would stop by and introduce himself properly sometime... it couldn't hurt.

gojo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (club promoter) –

he quite literally slides into the dms as a career, do i need to say more?

if there's an event, he's there. every club worth patronizing in his city, he's been to it, and he's always everyone's favorite person there. "come on babygirl, just come show your pretty face for an hour. I'll buy you a drink, and get you VIP. you can come sit in my section," is his sales pitch. always accompanied by a post on his instagram story of him at a similar event, showing off how pretty he looks in the sea of people taking up space in the background of his photos. he knows better than to actually dm you the picture, he wouldn't want to come off as a creep. but no, you see the post on his story, and ask him if you can bring your girls, and when he says yes you're hooked. rinse and repeat, for every event, every club, weekend after weekend.

every instagram model looking to cement herself as an in-the-know party girl, every cute little college girl who's new in his city and looking for trouble, every young mom looking to add some spice in her life again, on and on and on... he's done them all. the guys too, to be fair. he's an equal opportunity slut. there's plenty of him to go around.

suguru ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (tattoo artist) –

pleasure and pain, that's the constant state of being that suguru geto is always in.

i mean... come on. who's able to resist a hot, long-haired, ARTISTIC gentle, steady-handed, patient, masochist with a pain kink? nobody. that's who. please, if you got tatted by him you'd be walking out of the studio with your thighs clamped closed or you'd be leaking on the floor the entire way out. he's just so... close while he does tattoos. he has to rest his arm on your body, touch you and maneuver your skin this way and that way to make his masterpiece come out flawless on your soft supple skin.

he knows, he fucking KNOWS he's irresistible. he rides a Harley and he just went up a size in his gauges and he has a fresh tattoo healing on his mid-thigh and his hair is up in a loose bun. he could get whoever the fuck he wants and the cocky fucker doesn't even have the decency to pretend that he couldn't. he doesn't shy away when you flirt, he doesn't avoid your gaze when you look down at him from where you're laid still on his tattoo table. he's a walking canvas filled with the most beautiful art you've ever seen. he's a walking magnet for pussy also, who can blame him?

choso ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (barber) –

speaking of long hair... y'all know those super hot alternative style barbers that have long hair but are actually super talented barbers? yeah, that's choso. don't let the space buns fool you, he can do a fade like a pro. watch out though. he would 100% give your boyfriend a lineup in the afternoon and still slide in your dms after hours.

there's nothing else to say. he's hot and his job is to make other men look hot. there's a lot of power in that. it's also a tiring job, so he goes out on the weekends after he's cleaned his clippers and swept up his station and then he's free. free to go get into whatever the fuck he wants now that he's away from the constant flow of men that come into his shop. getting a pretty girl to come fill his bed for the night is even easier than doing a low fade.

mahito ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (amazon warehouse worker/drug dealer) –

anyone who voluntarily works for amazon has slim to no will to live. he'll fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants because life is too god damn short. the pay at his job is also kinda shit for how tired his body always is, so he deals on the side. he frequents the underground scene all the time anyway, might as well make some money while he's scouring the underbelly of his city.

"want me to smoke you out?" is almost always how he gets 'em. offering to shotgun the weed every time a pretty girl finds herself stuck in his orbit. he's almost always tired and high off his ass, and always ready to find a new girl to keep his cock warm and his mind occupied.

bonus:

todo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (personal trainer) –

'nuff said. i refuse to elaborate.

[bau-baby]

you're more than what happened to you.

aaron hotchner x reader

word count: 704

warnings: mentions of past trauma, SA, panic attack, very much angst but very much comfort

A/N: This is purely my experience. I'm sorry for not writing much in two months. I'll be honest, I've been struggling. This was finally how I decided to release it. Please understand that it may not be up to my normal expectations because this was purely a part of my comfort. Hope you enjoy <3

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You awake with a jolt, your pillow damp with a mix of your tears and sweat. You shakily hold your weight with your forearm, painfully aware of your boyfriend asleep right next to you. You try to even out your breathing, but you can’t erase the thoughts from your head. Every time you close your eyes, you’re a little closer to crying.

The dam finally breaks as you choke out a sob and Aaron, ever the light sleeper, immediately wakes to your cries. You bury your face into your hands as your wails climb in pitch, unable to stop the flow of awful imagery in your head. Ragged breathing almost overpowers Aaron’s voice as he asks if he can touch you. You frantically nod, needing someone to tether to what you know as reality.

He gathers you into your arms, gently rocking you back and forth while whispering brokenly into your hair. You listen to his breathing and his heartbeat to help calm yourself.

In… and out.

In… and out.

You’re hanging off of Aaron like a koala by the time you’ve somewhat calmed yourself. Aaron shrugs the covers off of him and gets out of bed with perceived ease. He pads across the apartment to the kitchen and deposits you on the counter.

You watch him pull two mugs from the cabinet, and begin brewing coffee at- you check the time- three in the morning. You watch him in silence, the fear still playing with you in the back of your mind.

As the coffee brews, you see Aaron turn around and hold out his arms. You get off the counter, an unforeseen weight pulling you down to the earth. You trudge over to him, and he envelopes you in a warmth you were never given before. It almost makes you cry again, but Aaron shushes you and kisses your hairline before it can even begin.

He finally pours the coffee into their respective mugs, making it exactly how you like it and how he’s made it for the last two years you’ve been together.

You rest your forearms on the counter, the warmth of the mug between your hands. You stare at the liquid, waiting for Aaron to ask. This isn’t the first nightmare or panic attack you’ve had around him, and he’s had this look in his eye since he brought you in the kitchen tonight.

“Wh- Uhm- What was your nightmare about?”

There it is.

You trust him. You trust Aaron so much but you just can’t seem to form the words and tell him why you can never seem to fully relax, even with those you trust.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I know this stuff is tough to talk about-”

Maybe if I just start talking-

Talk, you idiot! Say something so he doesn’t dig himself into a hole of guilt!

“I was-” you take a breath, “I was sexually assaulted by my partner before you. I always wonder, how many different choices could I have made to avoid it, and how many more mistakes I can make before hurting you the same ways they hurt me. I’m weak because it’s been years and I’m still not over this! I just wish it would all stop-”

Aaron stops you there, moving you to face him as he starts talking.

“Sweetheart, you are nothing like them. You are stronger than anyone I know, sometimes even stronger than me-”

“You know I’m not-”

“Darling, let me finish, please. You are not weak. When you first joined the team you wouldn’t even let people hug you, and now look at you! No matter how little you think that is, it’s progress. Shit like what happened to you doesn’t go away after a pre-determined time. It’s a constant uphill battle that I’m here to help you through, if you’ll let me. You are more than the flashbacks and panic attacks, okay?”

You’re almost crying when he’s done, and you mutter out an ‘okay’ as he hugs you again. When you pull away, you see the sun just starting to peek up over the horizon.

“I hope you know you’re so much more than what happened to you, babe. So much more.”

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tags:

@ash19871962 @averyhotchner @zulemazahir @ukai-hoe @infinite-tides @chelseyjoyce @hotchnerswifey

[kello-unknown]

NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary:  Max lives an… entertaining life.  She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever.  Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words:  1,492

Warnings: like one flashback (but its a flashback of a flashback so), brief mention of alcohol consumption, flirty talk (kinda)

Author’s Note:  dont forget if u wanna catch up on what happened in the last chapter, you can click down below and re-read and remember what happened to the gang lol :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7

MASTERLIST

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CHAPTER 8

               THE next few days begin the same for the most part.  Alex starts to wake up a bit earlier every day now that she’s becoming used to waking up in Max’s bed.  The two see each other before Max leaves for work and Alex starts to plan for her day.  Alex had called her boss, who had, over the course of the years she has worked there, become a close friend, and told her a brief story of what happened.  Her boss told her to take as much time as she needed to recover, and Alex intended on doing just that.

               Throughout the first week of her being at the house, Alex spends most of her days taking walks down the street and visiting the town since she lived a few towns over before everything happened.  She gets home around five o’clock usually, and Max comes home from work a little more than an hour later.  The two would eat dinner together and share their day.  They’d watch a silly movie or something stupid so that there would be background noise as they would just talk to each other and enjoy the time they have.  After a while, one of them would say that it was late and that they should go to bed, the other would agree, and the cycle of activities would repeat the next day.

               One day, as she’s taking her daily walk, Alex comes by what looks like, to her, a night club.  She walks by and realizes it’s just a bar.  She’s practically explored the whole town at this point, and this seems to be the only bar in this area.  Then it hits her.  She remembers what Max told her about the night she and Natalie broke up. 

               After what feels like hours of crying, Max gets up and walks to the fridge, looking for the one thing that’s always been there for her whenever she’s had a problem that no one else could help her with.  Downing one bottle of beer, she goes to grab another one, along with her house keys, and goes for a walk.  Ten minutes go by, and she arrives at her go-to bar, stumbling in….

               This must be the bar Max went to drown all of her sorrows.  And by the looks of Max, there must have been a lot of sorrows. 

               Alex pulls her phone out of her pocket and goes through her text messages and clicks on one name.  She hasn’t told anyone about what happened between her and Devin, not even Casey, her best friend since God knows how long.  She couldn’t imagine life without her.  Casey was always there for her, no matter what. 

               “Hey girlie, you doing anything tn?  I have a lot to tell you…”  She sent the text and looked back up at the bar front.  She hears a ding, brings her face back down towards her phone and sees that Casey already texted her back.  “omg yes ofc.  its been a while, im sure u do lmao.  have anywhere in particular u wanna go?”  Alex smiles.

               “There’s this cute bar I just found.  ‘The Black Lion.’  Idk if you’ve ever heard of it, but I’ll send you the addy and meet you there.. say 8ish tn?” 

               “i think ive been there once or twice if memory serves.  ill be there bitch ;)”

               Alex puts her phone into her pocket and continues on her walk.

               After being out for almost four hours on her walk, Alex gets back to the house around the same time she usually does and notices Max’s car in the driveway.  Curious as to why she’s home much earlier than usual, she heads inside to see what’s up.  Walking in the front door, she sees Max sitting at the counter on her phone.  Max looks up to see her roommate and greets her.  Alex does the same as she walks over towards her and asks why she’s home so early in the evening.  “My boss was convinced I was too tired to work even though I already finished my work for the day.  So, she sent me home early since ‘It’s Friday,’ and I should go out with my ‘friends to celebrate the end of another week.’  Her words, not mine,” Max explains. 

               Alex giggles.  “Well good for you then, I guess.  Anyways, I was actually going out with one of my friends tonight since I haven’t seen anyone in a while.”  Max’s eyes widen.

               “That’s great!  Where are you guys gonna go?” she inquires.

               “That bar in town.. I think it’s called ‘The Black Lion’?”  Max nods.

               “Oh!  I love the BL!  That’s my go-to bar.  It’s great.”  Alex smiles at Max’s enthusiasm.  “Listen if anyone - and I mean anyone - gives you a problem trying to get in, tell them you know me.  I’m a regular there and if that doesn’t work, call me.  I’ll come down and show off the guns.”  She then rolls up her sleeves and flexes her bicep.  Alex bursts out laughing, and Max does the same not too long after she starts.  After they both finish laughing, Alex, wiping tears off her face, excuses herself and starts to go get ready for her night out with Casey while Max goes to her text messages. 

               “You doing anything tn?  I got the house to myself if you wanna come over ;)??”  She sets her phone down to walk to the fridge and grabs a drink.  On her way back over to the couch, she picks up and checks her phone to see if she had gotten a message.  Nothing yet.  She tosses her phone onto the couch, grabs the remote and sits down.  As soon as the tv is on, she hears a chime coming from her phone.  She leaves whatever is playing on the tv and picks up her phone.

               “im actually going out with one of my friends tn lol.  maybe later on in the weekend if u can? its been a while ;).”  Max sighs.  She hasn’t seen Casey in a while since Alex has moved in.  But she gets it.  It’s a bros before hoes type thing.

               “I get it lmao.  I’ll have to check ahead to see if I have any work to do,” she knew she wouldn’t have any work, but she likes to play hard to get sometimes, “but I’d love to get together over the weekend.  Have fun tn.”  As if almost on cue, Alex emerges from the bedroom.  She’s got on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black – no, maybe dark grey – crop top on.  She walks over to the couch with her black heels in her hand.  “Well you look cute.  Are you trying to get with this friend of yours tonight or are you just trying to make him drool?” 

               Alex rolls her eyes.  “First, thank you for the compliment.  I finally went back to the apartment to grab most of my clothes.  Luckily, Devin wasn’t there so I didn’t have to deal with him.”  Max nods.  “Second, no I am not trying to get with my friend, and lastly this friend is a girl.  So politely fuck off.”  She sends a smirk to Max, who just chuckles and throws her hands up in surrender.

               “Alright.  You can still technically get with her, you know.  My first statement still stands, though.  You look hot.”

               Alex raises an eyebrow.  “I thought I looked just cute a few seconds ago.  Now I’m hot?  What made you change your mind?” she teases.  “Is it the heels?  It’s definitely the heels,” she says, as she now sends a wink to her roommate.

               Max sits in her spot on the couch, laughing softly while shaking her head.  Alex stands up and starts to gather what she needs for her escapades and heads for the front door.  Before she leaves, she hears Max yell out, “If you need the bedroom tonight, make sure you text me at least 10 minutes before you get home!”  Alex laughs, yelling out a quick “Okay!” as she closes the front door.  She walks down the driveway, grabs her phone to text Casey to tell her she’s leaving now, and starts her walk to the bar.

               When she’s just around the corner from the bar, Alex texts Casey to see if she’s close.  As she walks up to the front of the bar, she sees her best friend coming from the other direction.  She smiles, walks past the bar and up to Casey.  They both hug each other tightly.

               The two get in without a problem, the bouncer having recognized Casey from her coming to the bar so many times before tonight.  The two sit down at one of the tables in the corner of the bar and their night begins.

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tags: @maggie-elise13, @elizabethfictionwriting, @lesbian-deadpool, @the-very-tired-gay,  @timelords-13, @tangled-up-in-bad-decisions, @natashaswhitesuit, @its-a-me-mario-hihi, @marvelfansince08love

[krreader]

diamond maknae | jealousy.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader ; choi minho x reader fandom: bts ; shinee warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts ; mentions of sex genre: angst ; fluff other:  (for other diamond maknae content, please check out my bts ot7 masterlist)

summary: there was a line he promised himself not to cross. but he already had when he had agreed to kiss you.. and now he was feeling things he shouldn’t be feeling for you.

a/n: listen, when I originally started the diamond maknae stories I was like, yaaaas ot7 x reader platonic shit, here we go. NOW I’m like a huge fan of this whole jk x reader drama tbh, so I’m always happy when I get both minho and jk stuff. doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing platonic stuff tho, I’m a hoe for that shit too lol (masterlists are in my description box)

Jeongguk was bored and that rarely happened when he was at home. He usually played video games, watched a movie or just enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet in his often chaotic life.

If he didn't want to do any of this on his own, he had six more brothers he could annoy enough to have at least one of them entertain him.

But now it wasn't just six brothers anymore, but a little sister as well.

And right now, he wanted to spend his time with you.

“Hyung? Where did (Y/N) go?” he walked into the living room to find both Jimin and Jin playing Mario Kart.

“I think she went out with Minho and Taehyungie.”

“Wait.. what?!”

How did he not know about this? He was one of your brothers as well, he should know it when you went on a date with a boy, no matter if Taehyung was with you or not.

“Something about dinner, I think,” Jimin let out a sigh when he lost yet another round and fell back against the couch.

Only then did Jin finally turn his head to look at Jeongguk to say: “I think (Y/N) wanted to see Minho, but didn't want to go alone, so she asked Taehyungie if he could come as well. I think Taemin might have gone too, actually, so it's not a date, if that's what you're worried about.”

Date or no date, he didn't like it that you were hanging out with Minho so much and he didn't like it that his hyungs apparently didn't seem to hate it as much as he did.

What if they started accepting it? What if they ended up even liking the idea of you and Minho together and he was the only one to be against it?

And why was he even against it in the first place?

To protect you, obviously.. right?

It had nothing to do with that stupid kiss you and him shared a while ago, that was only supposed to be practice for you.. not at all.

For the next two hours, he sat in his bedroom, brooding and staring at the wall as if he was contemplating whether or not he should punch it, until you finally showed up, Taehyung nowhere to be found.

“Do you know how late it is?” was the first thing he asked when he walked into the living room, you currently taking off your coat.

“It's not even 9pm.. so calm down. And besides, the others dropped me off before they went to the club, so be proud of me for saying no to clubbing,” or you know, be proud of Taehyung for not letting you come along with them because there would be alcohol involved and everyone knew how badly it would end if you had something to drink.

“Clubbing with a guy you like is never a good idea. Before you know it, you end up in a disgusting toilet, have sex with him and then end up pregnant.”

“You need to stop watching those movies, Jeongguk, seriously,” you walked into your bedroom, thinking he would just leave you alone, but instead he followed you and closed the door behind him, so that you’d have some privacy from possible prying eyes and ears of your brothers.

“He's a guy, (Y/N). As much as you'd like to believe he's different, he's not. The first opportunity he gets, he'll take and then he'll use you.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “Minho is a friend of Taehyung, do you actually think Taehyung would let me hang out with Minho if he wasn’t sure that he would treat me right?”

“Oh please, as if Minho cares about that.. maybe he even see's you as a trophy. Banging the sister of a friend, you know?” Jeongguk crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“A trophy?!” now you were becoming angry, not liking at all where this conversation was heading, “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? Why are you talking like this?”

“I'm just trying to warn you, alright? I'm just trying to look out for you!”

“No, this is different,” you shook your head, “Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok.. all the others.. they are looking out for me by making sure I get home safely and by talking to Minho every time they see him to tell him not to hurt me. To warn him that if he ever did, it would have consequences. But what you're doing right now? That's jealousy.”

“Jealousy?” he snorted, as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, pressing his hands into his waist a moment later, “Right.. I'm jealous of him.”

“Yeah.. yeah that's exactly what you are!” you mirrored his posture.

“I'm not jealous, (Y/N). I just don't have a good feeling about this.. about you and him.”

But you could see it in his eyes.. could see it in his body language. It was off.. different. And him saying such mean things about another person? That wasn't the Jeongguk you knew at all. He was usually very kind with.. well.. everyone. And while you could understand that they were all worried about Minho and you, none of the others had dared to say such mean things about him.

So why him? Why now?

“Why are you jealous, Jeongguk?” you asked, genuinely not knowing.

“I'm not!”

The problem was a lot bigger than that. The problem was that he couldn't admit it to himself that he was jealous, because as soon as he'd cross that line, there was no coming back from it. And he needed to keep boundaries. He needed to remind himself who you were to him..

A sister.. a sister.. a sister.. or.. maybe not.

“Stop lying to me!” you were becoming frustrated with his childish behavior. If he could just tell you the truth, you two might be able to figure it out.. talk about it, like you always did, “Why are you jealous?!” you asked for the last time.

And before his mind could react, his body did it for him.

One, two, three steps, until he was right in front of you, his hands on your cheeks as he leaned down and pressed his lips against your own.

It reminded him of that first kiss you two shared, but this one felt so much different at the same time. Last time, he had told himself that it didn't mean anything.

This time, he knew it meant everything.

He would have expected you to pull back, slap him and then tell the others that Jeongguk was out of his mind, but he was surprised to realize that you gave in, or at least relaxed a little.

And you didn't quite know why you did.

Maybe it was the way his body felt against yours, like you wanted to stay so close to him for a little while longer. Maybe it was the way butterflies spread in your belly when his lips crashed against yours. Or maybe it was just the fact that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the first kiss you two shared either.

He pulled back as slowly as he possibly could, his nose still pressed against yours and both of your eyes still closed, just feeling the others warm breath against your faces.

“Now you know why..,” he whispered. Maybe to you, but at the same time, to himself.

Now you knew. Now he knew himself.

And now was when the problems would really begin.

That line was gone. He had crossed it, no, completely erased it.

And while he enjoyed the feeling of having you so close against him for as long as he possibly could, not thinking about anything but you, your mind was going absolutely crazy.

Those flashbacks of when you were behind the stages and all those other idols had thought you were in a relationship. All those people telling you that they thought Jeongguk was in love with you and even your own goddamn parents who had thought you and him were a couple..

..they had all seen what you never had.

To you, it had always been a joke, something they teased you about.

Like those friendships you had between a boy and a girl in kindergarten, where everyone would say you were in love, when you really were just friends.

But now you knew that it had been neither a joke, nor them teasing you.

It was was the truth.

Jeongguk loved you.

[alyssaiswriting]

Tell Me Why

This is Part Two of Keep It To Myself 

Summary: High School au

You want to why Zabdiel continues talking to his ex

Word Count: 2281

When Monday rolls around you're left to face the consequences you get for making out with your friend Saturday night.

Chris and Erick are laughing as Richard describes every detail of the kiss, Joel sits beside you listening but not really caring enough to laugh.

"And I gotta admit y/n you're a good kisser" Richard smirks, you grab a grape off your lunch tray and throw it at him, Richard laughs as he catches it and pops it into his mouth with a wink.

"I'm sorry you didn't get your turn man" Richard claps his hand on Zabdiel's back.

Zabdiel who sits across from you is just looking at Richard with an emotionless expression.

"That's such a gross thing to say Richard" Joel shakes his head.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry," Richard tells you raising his hands in defense.

Chris reaches across the table to grab your half a burger that you're not eating anymore. You don't even acknowledge it, Chris is always eating whatever you leave.

The bell soon rings and the whole cafeteria stands to throw away their trash.

As you're walking to the trash cans you feel someone walk up behind you "how do you think he'll react if I told him how much we actually do" Zabdiel whispers in your ear. You look over at him as he smirks "and how much you love my tongue" teasing evident in his tone and then his voice deepens "and when I suck on your-" you roughly push him away and he laughs loudly.

You're cheeks burn red as you look at Zabdiel who sends you a wink before walking ahead to throw his tray. Flashbacks of the night in his car replay in your mind and it doesn't help to ease the reddening of your cheeks.

You're not usually a blunt person but the mix of jealousy and alcohol really made you bold that night.

 "Whoa, why is your face so red?" Joel asks walking up beside you.  

Later that day you're walking out of your last class with Joel, he's talking about this girl he has a crush on.

"Just ask her out" you shrug as you adjust your backpack so it's easier to carry.

You both walk out of the front doors of the school "I want to but, no" Joel shakes his head "Jo you need to step out of your comfort zone at least once" you sigh.

"No that's how people get hurt!" he defends himself making you roll your eyes.

You scan over the parking lot before your eyes land on a certain tall blonde dyed head.

He's talking with Fiona at a bench. He's facing away from you so you can't see his face but you can see hers as she laughs.

"Did you ask what they were talking about at the party?" Joel asks.

You shake your head. "You spent all day Sunday together and you didn't ask what he was doing talking to his ex-girlfriend?" Joel exclaims.

"He didn't go home with her and that's all that matters" you snap. "Plus we're not even dating" you turn away from the two and start walking to Joel's car since he's your ride home.

"Ok but we went over this" Joel follows after you "if he's still having sex with her and you too, that's really gross so you need to talk to him," Joel says.

You don't say anything, instead sliding into his passenger seat. You're silent the whole ride home and Joel allows you to be, he can practically see your wheels turning and he knows you're just trying to figure out your next move.

When he arrives at your house you bid your goodbyes and walk straight to your room after entering your house.

You end up taking a nap and waking up a couple hours later to your phone ringing. You answer without checking the Caller ID.

"Hello" your voice is slightly deeper due to just being awoken from your slumber.

"Hey can I come over?" you immediately recognize Zabdiel's voice.

"Not tonight," you say.

"Why? We're just gonna hang out, nothing else" he says.

"I'm not in the mood Zabdiel" you sigh.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks "is that why Joel has been really passive aggressive towards me in the group chat?"

You sit up in your bed "I just need to figure some things out"

"Wha- about us?" he questions.

"See you tomorrow Zabdiel" you hang up the phone before he can say another word.

You toss your phone aside and get started on some homework, but not even 30 minutes later there's a tap at your window.

You window is facing your backyard which is fenced in so you're hesitant when pulling open your curtains.

You open it just a crack but let out a scoff when you see Zabdiel standing on the other side.

Opening your window you glare at him "what are you doing here? And how did you even get back here?"

"Jumped the fence" he gently pushes you aside so he can climb into your room.

"And we need to talk," he says.

"Zabdiel, I need to do homework" you run a hand through your hair.

Zabdiel ignores you, walking to your bed and sitting down facing you.

"What's bothering you cariño?" he questions.

You debate on actually telling him or just dropping it because you two aren't dating and you have no reason to be getting jealous, but you also want to know what's going on between Zabdiel and his ex.

"I saw you talking to Fiona at the party and then again today after school if we're going to be doing this" you gesture towards him and yourself "then we can't be having sex with other people also," you say.

Zabdiel's eyebrows scrunch together and for a second you think he's gonna flip out so you say "and if you're planning to get back with her then just let me know so we can stop this immediately, I'm not about to be somebody's side hoe"

Zabdiel squints "y/n" he stands to his feet " it's not like that"

"Then how is it like?" you question.

"I-" he stops himself before looking at you with a sympathetic look "I can't tell you"

You frown "Zabdiel please just leave" you go to walk past him but he grabs your arm "y/n please"

"We can't continue this if you don't tell me why you still talk to her," you say a little too loud.

"It's not my secret to tell!" he says back just as loud as you.

"Y/n" your doorknob starts jiggling but luckily you always lock your door. You start pushing Zabdiel towards the window "get out, get out before they catch you"

"Y/n" your mom shouts on the other side.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Zabdiel says as he starts climbing out the window.

"Yeah ok leave" you shove him making him fall to the ground with a thud on the other side.

"Are you okay?" you say sticking your head out of the window to look at him on the ground.

He gives you a thumbs up and you nod before quickly shutting the window and closing the curtains before running to unlock your door.

Friday

You managed to successfully avoid speaking to Zabdiel, every time he tries to get you alone you quickly run and look for Joel or when he messages you, you either don't reply or give him one-word replies. You've also been sleeping at your cousin's house all to avoid anymore surprise visits.

Today you drove to school so when dropping off Joel after school he asked for you to stay for a while.

You guys end up taking a nap and not waking up till 7 pm so you just stay a while longer till about 11, cause you're supposed to pick up your mom from her job at a motel at 12 am.

You park in the parking lot and send a text to your mom that you're there before dropping your phone in the cup holder and scanning the parking lot.

As you look over to the car beside you, your eyes widen at Fiona in the driver side of the parked car beside you.

She's biting her lip as she keeps her eyes on the motel rooms section. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion turning your head to look to the rooms before looking back at her.

You watch as she sinks slightly in her seat. You look back in the direction of her line of sight.

A man and a woman walk out of a room laughing with each other before the man pulls the woman into a long passionate kiss.

They pull apart and it's only when the man turns around that you recognize him from all the school events he's attended.

It's Fiona's dad and you know that's not her mother.

You watch dumbfounded as her dad waves to the woman and walks over to his car across the parking lot.

He pulls out of the parking lot and drives off and that's when you turn your head to see Fiona still staring after where his vehicle disappeared.

Maybe it's that she felt your gaze but she turns to your direction to see you already staring back at her.

Your eyes widen and you quickly look away and sink down in your seat. Your mom knocks on your window and you jump in your seat.

Placing a hand over your heart you unlock the door for her.

"What were you staring at?" your mom asks.

You look back over to see Fiona still staring back at you.

You shake your head. "Nothing"

Saturday morning you have the house to yourself so you watch tv as loudly as you want and eat everything in sight.

That is until your doorbell rings and interrupts your favorite Netflix show.

With a groan, you stand from your bed and walk very sluggishly to the front door.

When you pull the door open your met with Zabdiel in a black beanie, a distressed white shirt, and black skinny jeans. You immediately straighten up already having an idea as to why he doesn't look his usual cheerful self.

"Fiona called me last night," he says.

You curl your lips into your mouth and gesture for him to come inside.

"If she sent you over here to make sure I don't tell anyone, you know I'm not like that" you turn to him after shutting the door.

"You can't tell Joel either," he says making you pout. Even if you promise you won't tell anyone you always tell Joel he's your best friend and all your secrets are his.

"But that's not the only thing, she told me I could tell you everything" you nod and lead the way back to your room.

Zabdiel takes a seat on the bed as you pick up the bowl of popcorn and a bag of hot Cheetos setting them on your nightstand to take to the kitchen later.

"Fiona and I have known each other a long time, you know that," Zabdiel says making you nod.

"Our parents are friends and for as long as I remember Fiona and I have told each other everything, she was my first and only best friend for a long time." you nod wanting him to continue.

"her dad has always been unfaithful, that's not a shocker. but her parents started going to counseling. I mean why go to counseling if you're not gonna try?" Zabdiel's eyebrows scrunch together. "but that's not the only reason I still talk to her. Fiona has anxiety and depression and for so long I've been the one to be there for her. I know how to help her out of an anxiety attack, I know who to call when I feel like her depression is getting too much. and I can't stop talking to her just because we broke up. I can't leave her alone"

You nod in understanding "you didn't have to tell me all that" you look down feeling guilty because you basically forced it out of him by not talking to him.

"no, it's okay, she let me tell you because she knows how much I like you" your looking at your lap when he says this. you scrunch your eyebrows not wanting to look up at him in case he takes it back.

"what?" you say lowly.

"what?" Zabdiel asks unsure of what you're questioning.

you finally look up at him you're heart pounding almost painfully against your chest as you force yourself to ask "did you just say you like me?"

Zabdiel frowns "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like how?" you ask

"like you're so surprised? you can't seriously be shocked by this?"

"I didn't think you genuinely liked me, I thought you just liked to fuck" you say

"I-" he cuts himself off shaking his head "I've liked you for so long and I never said anything cause I thought you only wanted sex"

your mouth drops as you stare at the boy before you, "I've been a jealous bitch all week and you seriously didn't think 'hmm maybe she likes me'??"

"I mean maybe I just didn't want to get my hopes up" he shrugs and your heart swells at the insecurity and all you want to do is hug and kiss his cute face.

so with a laugh, you pull him to you in a hug "stupid"

You both pull back to look at each other. Your eyes fall to his lip as you smile, he mimics the gesture before you both lean forward counting in a passionate kiss.

AN 

I was pushed to write this for a week

also if you’ve read the 2nd book of the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before books then you know exactly what part I took from there lol

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Laid Up— Erik Killmonger x Plus Size! Poc Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Honestly y’all this probably still ain’t shit but it’s what y’all wanted🤷🏾‍♀️; Erik is still THAT nigga; Canes

One thing that everyone and their mama knew about Erik Stevens was that he was astonishingly good at making promises he couldn’t keep. He always got away with it because well, he could pierce the souls (and punanis) of anyone he wanted, and he damn well knew that. “Yeah baby I’ll text you later tonight” and “I swear you not just a one time pipe Ma” and of course “I’ll pick you up later today” we’re his most popular fuck nigga phrases that he never followed up on. “Damn he really was hitting it like I was his forever and shit” was the most popular response.

You didn’t expect him to come pick you up and take you to Canes, you suspected that the extra money he gave you was because he definitely wasn’t going to come back. After all, you’d never really talked to this nigga for more than five seconds until a couple of hours ago. Why would he switch up just because you slayed his hair? You’d been on your phone, scrolling through black twitter when you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t think much of it because staying at your parents house for a couple of weeks you noticed that your mom really loved to order weird shit off of amazon. However as you opened the door, half paying attention phone in hand and head down expecting to see a package, you were greeted to fresh black and blue J’s. You froze and your eyes trailed up to see THAT nigga smirking at your door.

“Why you look shocked to see me Ma? I told you I was gonna pull up” he was cheesing as if he really said something clever and you scoffed. “Nigga you and I both know you’ve never kept an ‘I’m gonna pull up’ promise in your life. I most definitely was not ready for you to pull up.” He laughed and again it was like his laugh commanded the whole room. “Can’t a nigga try new things?” He was definitely trying to play games with you as he said this and immediately looked you up and down while biting his lip and caressing his beard. Your eyes focused on his entirety too sexy lips and you mumbled out something along the lines of “Come in”.

He looked around your house acting as if he was interested in the old pictures on your wall when you told him you were going to get dressed. “But you gon’ let me come with you?” He asked trying to be sly but it absolutely didn’t work. “No sit your bum ass down fool I’ll be back in 5 minutes” you smacked your teeth and walked towards your room. As you walked away you could hear Erik say “That attitude needs to get piped out of you” and you rolled your eyes trying to not think about Erik piping you senseless.

You changed out of your grey sweats into some black jean shorts and a yellow BROCKHAMPTON shirt. You slid on your converse and walked outside. “Damn it really did only take 5 minutes.” Erik nodded in approval and did a dramatic hand gesture towards the door. “Bringeth your fluffy ass on princess.” He said in a weird accent that you were sure was his awful attempt at being British. Despite your best efforts not to, you chuckled and told him to walk his goofy ass to the car.

The car ride was going well, he had some unsurprisingly good music tastes and as you rode to Canes, you found yourselves reminiscing about old summer bops like Kirko Bangz ‘Drink In My Cup’ and Wales ‘Lotus Flower Bomb’. You started to talk about that feeling of when a song comes on and then suddenly you get flashbacks of sitting at a cook out, or just that weird surge of memories and he jumped in excitement claiming that he’d been experiencing that a lot lately since he’d been home. Some time during the car ride Erik’s hand found itself on your thigh and you found yourself not calling him a “hoe ass nigga” or telling him to move his hand, and it was left unspoken in the car as you both continued talking about Life and music.

You arrived at Canes and got out the car. “You wanna eat here or you just want me to order and drop you off at your crib?” He crinkled his eyebrows at you expectantly. Something (the logical part inside of you) screamed at you, urging you to tell him to order and go, but the nonsensical side of you said “We can just chill here and eat..... if that’s okay with you.” He smirked and opened the door to the restaurant. “After you princess.” He said and you could feel the smugness oozing off of him in waves at the fact that you didn’t shoot him down. Walking in you told him to order you a 3 piece box to which he responded “Nah you gettin the 4, you know your ass did not come here for just a 3 piece, that shit don’t fill me up.” You found yourself rolling your eyes at Erik for the 29th time and just said okay.

When you finally got your food, time seemed to pass slowly with Erik. You were more focused on his in depth analysis of how the BET awards hadn’t been good since 2014 and how he somehow made this seem like a fucking Thesis paper than you were on your chicken. “I don’t know man, 2Chainz hasn’t been poppin since then and it’s a little suspect that August Alsina disappeared after then is all I’m saying” he said raising his arms up in a type of “thats none of my business” way. “Yeah I get what you mean. FED’s watchin was my shit. I don’t know it’s like the awards got over hyped and the only good thing since then has been the New Edition movie.” That got him really hype as you guys spent 20 minutes talking about how everything about the cast and the movie itself was black excellence. The night went on a lot like that and when you both had finally finished your chicken you decided to go, throwing your food away and continuing your conversation outside.

“OH! I forgot to mention, please please pleeease don’t forget to lay your edges and put a durag on every night or you’ll mess up your hair. And put some oil in your scalp so you don’t get dandruff or anything, it’ll ruin the look.” Erik chuckled and came closer to you, invading your 2 feet of personal space. He placed his thumb on your cheek and really looked at you. His eyes burrowed into yours and everything felt entirely too intense and too real. “Thanks for the tips Ma, expect me to pull up in two weeks for a touch up.” He said it so close to you that his breath was in your face and you could see every little detail of his face. The light glow from the street lights made his face look ethereal and almost unreal. “Yeah whatever nigga. I charge more each visit.” His smile got impossibly larger as he laughed again. “Your little fluffy ass is cute, even with this attitude you got princess.” Oh how you wish you were as bold as the nigga standing in front of you. Maybe it would make the pounding in your heart and the flutter in your stomach less unbearable. “It’s late. Let me get you back home.” He said as he stepped away from you and walked to the car.

The car ride may not have been as enthusiastic as before, maybe due to the itis you both developed or the tension that wafted in the car, but it was still enjoyable. He had on a playlist which consisted of everything from New Edition and Boyz || Men to old school Drake as you guys talked about nothing. His hand also mysteriously found itself back on your thigh, this time rubbing patterns on it and gripping you just a little tighter when he hit a sharp left or right.

All good things did have to come to an end though as Erik approached your driveway. “It was fun Ma.” Erik said simply as he looked at you. You sighed and unbuckled your seatbelt trying not to show the disappointment on your face as you had to go home. This facade didn’t work though as Erik made a groaning noise and grabbed your chin. “Don’t look so sad baby girl, I’ll be back before you know it. I think I enjoy being around you, attitude and all.” He reassured you and he gave you one last lingering look before unlocking the door. You opened the passenger door and before you walked out you whispered “Thanks for pulling through, even though you are an annoying ass nigga.” He smiled an all teeth type of smile as you shuffled into your house and locked the door.

“Until next time princess.”

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PART 3

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Songbook: Erik: Love on the Brain

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“Yo E!” His friend yelled across the parking lot. “You coming in or what? You out here eye beating hoes and shit.”

Erik’s eyes widened as he mentally killed his cousin and did a light trot across the parking lot. “My nigga, damn. You loud as fuck. I was trying to get this chick number and you yelling that shit.” He pushes him playfully adjusting his hat. “Aight, this party better be worth the damn hour drive out. You ain’t got no friends in Oakland.”

“Man, you gone complain the whole damn time or what?”

Erik rolls his eyes and adjusting his hat. He had a tendency of owning any party he went into so this was no different. Erik heads to the bar noticing the abundance beautiful women and the way that they out numbered the men two to one. “Hen.” He said to the bartender. He leans against the counter barely noticing the woman next him. But she notices him, her eyes wide and her smile wide.

“Hey.” Malaysia says leaning in from to f him. She knew him well. She knew that he was intelligent no matter how hard he tried to front in front of some of his friends. She knew that he was a former soldier and was highly ranked. So not only was he desired by every woman in Oakland currently but also the FBI, CIA and other agencies, he was a damn good soldier.

Erik nods his head at her. “Wassup ma?”

“Nothing. You enjoying the party?”

“I mean it’s aight.” He smiles at her. “You?”

“Something like that, it looks like you brought the party with you wo be honest.” Malaysia blushes and all the heat drains to her face. It’s gotten hotter. The room more packed and if it had not been for the blaring speakers of the event she was certain that everyone there could hear her heart.  “Are you from here?” She knew the answer. Yes, born and raised by auntie after his dad was tragically killed.

“Yeah, been here forever. What about you?”

“I actually am from Compton.” She beamed.

“That’s what’s-,” Erik waves forward from being pushed from behind. His temper was quick as always. He spins around quickly noticing the culprit. He was prepared to snap but first he would have to pick his mouth up from the ground.

“Sorry.” Asa smirked looking him up and down. “You look like you might survive though.”

“Yeah, you think?” He places his glass down on the counter. “So what’s the move tonight?”

“I don’t give my name out to strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger.”

“I don’t know you, so you strange nigga.” Asa turns her head to the bartender. “Jack and Coke.” It’s intriguing how this handsome man is just intrigued with her as if no one else in the room. “So, stranger… you buying this drink?”

“I don’t buy strange women shit.” He chides at her, but slides his card over to the bartender. “but for goddesses I might.”

“you corny as fuck.” She laughs but her eyes bat rapidly as she glances him over once more. “Dance?”

“Hell yeah.” Erik says following her out to the floor.

 Malaysia watches. It had taken weeks for her to gain the confidence to say something to him, months to even be in the same room and now this. She knocks back the vodka and exhales. It didn’t matter calm down. Her fist slams on the counter and the glasses shake all down the counter. The bartender raises a weary eye to her and a small warning. Fuck it. She leaves the bar standing against the wall watching them. He sees no one else. It was clear that he wasn’t interested in her. The conversation was dry, but this bitch was nothing special. She was nothing better than her.

Her nails rap against the wall the longer they danced. Bodies gyrating on one another with beat of each song. His hands wondering to her waist and then her thick thighs and hips. Erik hadn’t stopped smiling since they seen each other. Where was the fucking smile for her. Malaysia clicks open her phone. The background is him. She’d followed him to Long Beach and watched as he dove in the ocean with his friends and some random hoe he’d found. It was normal for him to get a random hoe. This time should be no different, but Malaysia seen it. He’d known her for a few seconds and was hooked on her like he was an addict.

Minutes of dancing turn into hours and the crowd starts to thin out, along with the energy Erik had for dancing. “You wanna leave?” She whispers leaning into his chest.

“you need a ride home.”

“I wanna ride aight.” There were no more words needed as Erik reached into his pocket gripping his keys and playfully ran out of the club with her by his side. The range rover was the only car he drove while out. It was his baby. He opens the door for her watching her climb in the backseat and he goes in after her.

Malaysia stands shaking her head across the street. She watched as the woman let the seat back. Their shadows bouncing and the car shaking. All this prep to not even talk to him. She wipes her face watching the tears fall to the ground at her feet. Fuck him. Fuck her.

 Erik lifts her waist up and slams back into her loving how she met him at each stroke. This woman was amazing. This woman was what he always wanted, real. Her hips wind on him over and over until the small shakes in her turn into larger ones and her toes curl. He thrusts back into her a few times unable to fuck her up like he wanted to with his knees in the passenger seat. She squeezes him with her walls and he lifts her spurting his seed on his shirt. “Damn it.” He groans watching her as she sits across form him. “Now, can I have your name?”

“You still a stranger.” She kisses him on his lips. “Nice try though.”

“We just fucked.”

“That don’t mean shit…” She laughs. “I can get a nut from anywhere. But if we meet again… I promise you’ll know my name, handsome.” She opens the car door hopping out. “You’ll find me. I’m sure.”

“That’s petty as fuck.” He yells still smiling.

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“Asa, you petty.” He watches her scrape his eggs in Kojack’s dog bowl and walk to the sink. “When I say breakfast at 9, damn it I need you here at nine. Now, we are late for the wedding coordinator’s meeting. You told me that I could get her and by damn I am getting her. You are coming, right?” “No, I told you me and T got plans. You and Nakia are going.” Erik takes a piece of bacon from her plate. “Them eggs looked weird anyway. Kojack gone get sick.” He kisses her cheek. “M’Baku went somewhere and he said he would be back, so don’t be shocked when he rolling back up in the house.”

“I won’t be here, or did you not hear me?” She smiles. “What colors do you like since you aren’t going?”

“I hate that pink shit or the yellow. Anything else, I am down for whatever you want.”

“Perfect.”

***

M’Baku didn’t want to meet Malaysia, but he was curious as to what she had to say, to say the least. They sat at the back of restaurant across from one another. There was something about her that seemed odd. He sipped water and sighed. “So, what’s the big plan?”

“Erik and Asa are not meant for each other.” She blurts out and then calms herself back down. “he loves me.” She breathes. “But I can’t even get him to see it because he is blinded by her. If she is removed from the picture we can be good. We can go back to how it used to be.”

“You dated him before?” M’Baku said confused.

“It’s not important.” Malaysia says giving him a smile. “But she has to go. It’s literally the only way that either one of us will be happy.”

“I think she’s happy where she is Malaysia. I don’t think she will ever chose me. And I wouldn’t expect her to.” M’Baku watches her brush her fingers through her hair. “they are engaged.”

“I know a 5ct Square diamond, set in a platinum band. He spent over five thousand dollars on her to propose in a fucking broom closet. Do you see what I am saying? They are horrible together. He didn’t even feel the need to make it elaborate.”

“Erik is not elaborate unless he’s plotting to kill you.” M’Baku nearly chuckles. He had never truly been a fan of Erik, but he hadn’t seen a reason for him to hate him. If T’Challa loved him perhaps he could learn to at least tolerate him, no matter what happened between him and Asa.

“You’re justifying his bleakness for her.” Malaysia pauses. “Are you in or not?”

“No.” He answers. “But I think you should move on… trust me this guy is not worth it.” He places his money down on the table. “Someone better will come along sweetie. I swear it.”

“He loves me.” She blurted out as he made his way out of the restaurant. “I’m sure of it.”

M’Baku reaches for his phone calling T’Challa. “King.”

“M’Baku.”

“I think there is some danger to the Duke.” He says. “I need to borrow Ayo.” He whispers.

***

T’Challa was not fond of the traffic but it at least gave him time to talk. M’Baku sat across from him. “can you tell me everything about her?”

“the night Erik proposed she approached me and said she knew a way to make them both ours. I was saddened to see her officially off the market… but in no way…”

“No need to explain your loyalties M’Baku.” T’Challa half laughed adjusting his necklaces. “What is off about her?”

“The way she speaks of him.”

“Shuri, search Malaysia Barton, medical history.” He said into his Kimoyo bead. He taps it and the report along with the image of her comes up.

“Malaysia Barton, Twenty-Five and has psychosis, a psychiatric illness associated with schizophrenia. She displaces reality, makes her own. She has been hospitalized for brief periods and is on several medications. Caused bodily harm to a few women.” She strolls through her file. “Why are you asking brother?”

“No reason Shuri, thank you.” He exits out and clears his throat. “We have her address, I am sure she would notice you, but Okoye and Ayo will accompany me. Stay in the car.”

Her apartment hasn’t been touched, everything is cleaned and orderly. T’Challa and Okoye open the bedroom door and their mouths drop. There are pictures plastered on every wall of Erik and his name written in Black ink on the mirror.

Okoye shakes her head. “the duke is in danger for certain.”

“Yes, now telling him that will be the challenge.” T’Challa snaps pictures. “Be sure not to move anything. We don’t need her knowing we know. I’ll talk to Erik myself.”

   (Sorry for any typos) 

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Chapter One

Dom

Driving on the way to pick up my son from daycare, I looked over at Simone who was now sitting in the passenger seat doing her makeup so she could see Junior. "Yo, you missed a spot." I said pointing underneath her eye which was still a faint purple under the makeup she put over it.

“I know. I can't seem to cover it fully. I guess I'll just have to wear shades.” She said, digging through the things in the middle console to find the sunglasses.

Noticing that she had stopped in her tracks, I looked over at her and was about to speak before I saw what was in her hand. “Wh--” She cleared her throat. "What are these for?" I didn't really know how to respond so I just decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean what are those for?" I looked back over at the road to avoid any type of eye contact.

"I mean what the fuck are these for? We haven't used condoms since the first year we got together and you made me get on birth control after I had Junior. There's only one condom left in this damn box, stop fucking lying to me!" She yelled out, throwing the box at my temple causing me to clench my jaw.

It took everything in me not to throw her ass up and out my car. I don't know what the fuck she thought this was but disrespect is one thing I won't tolerate. "Watch when we get home." Her facial expression immediately turned from stern to timid and frightened causing me to chuckle at her outburst of toughness. She was still the same old Simone. She always will be.

Sitting back in her seat, she continued to stay silent for the entire ride before putting on the shades once we reached the daycare. I turned off the car and turned to her.

"Stay here. I wanna surprise him. He's been askin' bout you nonstop every time I pick him up so..." I trailed off, shrugging before hopping out of the car and walking into the building. 

I signed some papers and Junior was running into my arms in no time. “Wassup lil man? How was daycare?” I asked, sitting him on my side as one of the ladies handed me his bag before pulling out his animal crackers and handing some to him, beginning my trek back out of the establishment.

“Good. I learned my 123s.” He responded causing me to smile and raise an eyebrow, telling him to recite them for me. “One... two... thwee... four... five... um...” Scratching his head, he began to think. “Eight.”

I chuckled and gave him a high five before helping him out. “Six.” I corrected him as he repeated me. “Seven. Then eight. Good job buddy.”

Once we reached the car, I put him down and opened up the passenger side door revealing Simone who was smiling from ear to ear already. “MOMMYYYY!” He squealed, dashing into her arms causing her to embrace him tightly before planting kisses all over his face as he giggled. I smiled at the both of them and threw his bag in the back, jogging over to the driver’s side and hopping in.

He was already saying his “123s” for her by the time I got back in the car causing me to chuckle because he said them all correctly this time. All the way to ten.

“Good job baby, you’re so smart.” She said as he nodded.

I began to drive off in the direction of the house. “What do you say when somebody says something nice?” I slightly scolded him as he looked at me then back at Simone with a grin. “Thank you mommy.”

“You’re welcome baby, mommy missed you so much.” She began to send multiple kisses to his cheeks as he tried to do the same to her, making her laugh in response. He held one of his animal crackers to her mouth. One thing about Junior is that he was always sharing even though he was an only child. He was never stingy with his things, everyone loved him.

She took a bite of it so he wouldn’t feel bad before he gobbled down the rest of it. “Mommy, can I sweep with you tonight?” He asked. Simone immediately turned to me with pleading eyes causing him to do the same. I can’t tell the both of them no when they’re looking at me like that. They look like two adorable ass twins.

“I’ll get the movies and snacks ready for this lil sleepover.” They both started to smile and cheer happily before I even got to finish the sentence. It was heartwarming to see the two of them together. They were like two peas in a pod.

Mainly because she can never tell him no. He could get away with anything when she’s watching him and she just thinks it’s adorable. I like their relationship, it reminded me of how we used to be when we first got together. We stayed glued to each other 24/7. That’s how she got pregnant in the first place.

But I fucked up. Badly. I almost lost her but for the sake of Junior, she stayed with me. Shit was never the same after that though, I could tell by how she looked at me and acted around me.

***Flashback***

“Girl, you know I'm not worried bout none of that shit. You knew what it was when we started fuckin with each other. You butt ass naked in my bed, what you trippin for? You had no problem swallowing my kids ten minutes ago.”

She sighed and ran her hands over her face as she sat up in the bed. “Dom, I just don't know about all of this.” She paused for a moment then looked at me. “I thought you were breaking up with her, what happened to that?” Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at me causing me to kiss my teeth.

“I told you that? You know damn well she not going anywhere with my seed inside her.” I gave her an annoyed look causing her to roll her eyes.

“When is she due?”

She laid back down on top of me and began to massage my scalp with her fingertips. “In June I think.”

“Wow, in a few more months you’re gonna have a mini you running around here. How do you feel about that?”

Shrugging in response, a small grin started to creep its way onto my face. “Now that you put it like that, it’s actually gonna be hella lit. Mini me.” She looked up at me, mirroring the same smile I had on my face before sitting up and straddling me.

“Come on, let’s go take a shower.” She said, getting up and holding her hand out for me to take. I nonchalantly grabbed it before following her into the bathroom as she began to get the water ready.

“Not too hot. A nigga wanna still have skin left when he get outta here.” I said causing her to laugh but I was dead ass. She always got a nigga burning up in the shower. I don’t know how she does it.

Turning on the shower, we didn’t have to strip since we were already naked so we just hopped in. “How’s the water daddy?” She asked me causing me to look down at her with a smirk. She knows how I get when she calls me that.

“Finally just the way I like it. Come here.” I pulled her towards me making her ass rub up against my dick as I cupped her breasts in my hands. I slowly started to lick and suck at her neck, leaving a dark hickey as the outcome. “That mean you mine.”

Biting her bottom lip, she turned around towards me and snaked her arms around my neck. “You already knew I was yours though. All of me.” She spoke with a smirk as she guided my hand down to cup her ass. I wasted no time in gripping it, feeling myself getting harder by the second.

One thing I liked about her was that she was always ready and down for some freaky shit. Anywhere and anytime.

After a quickie, we began to wash ourselves until the water got freezing cold and we had to hop out. My back was still covered in suds because I was not about to let that cold ass water freeze my butt cheeks.

She took my towel and started to use it to dry herself off causing me to kiss my teeth and hold my hand out. “Give it up.” Giggling, she shook her head no.

“For what? You looking good just the way you are. Dick slangin and everything.” She bit her lip, earning a chuckle from my end as I playfully snatched the towel back.

“Girl bye witcha nasty ass.” I laughed out causing her to do the same.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Hearing a voice that was neither mine nor Tiarra’s, I instantly snapped my head in the direction of the all too familiar voice. “So this the shit you be doing while I’m at work pregnant with YOUR fucking child? Are you serious?”

Honestly, I ain’t have shit to say at a time like this. I’ve never been caught.

“Oh so now you don’t have shit to say but you was just laughing it up with my fucking sister!”

My eyes close once I heard Tiarra start to respond, hoping and praying she didn’t say some out of line shit. “Simone, I--”

“NO! DON’T SAY SHIT TO ME! How could you even do some shit like this?! You’re supposed to be the one person I can trust but your hoe ass legs can’t keep themselves closed!” Simone yelled, beginning to storm away as I soon jogged after her before grabbing her arm causing her to snatch it away. “Don’t fucking touch me Dom, I swear to god. I’m done with both of you!”

***Flashback ends***

Sometimes I wonder how things would be now if that shit never happened but there ain’t nothing I can do now.

Tiarra still be trying to hit me up sometimes but I’m trying to respect Simone as much as possible even though Tee got some good shit between her legs. My favorite thing about her is her mouth game though. She’s sloppy as hell with it. It’s like she has the time of her life sucking my dick. What more can a nigga ask for?

I shook those thoughts out of my head before I fuck up and hit her up for the one time. It’s been a couple of years since we talked or even saw each other for that matter. I be seeing her on instagram though. She been glowing, she looks good.

Then again her whole family got some good ass genes. Just look at Simone gorgeous ass.

Tiarra’s great in bed and fun to chill with but Simone’s definitely the one that’s wifey material. I’ve told Tee that. She didn’t like it but shit, I’m not finna lie. It is what it is. You either got it or you don’t.

“Daddy, can I get some donut?” Junior asked, thankfully breaking me out of my thoughts causing me to look over at the both of them while simultaneously trying to keep my eyes on the road.

“How you gon skip straight to dessert without dinner? Where we do that at?”

He slightly frowned then looked up at Simone with his world famous puppy dog eyes. “Mommy?”

“Anything for you my sweet baby.” She said, giving him an eskimo kiss causing him to bust out in giggles. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at the both of them, shaking my head. I couldn’t even be mad because it was too cute.

Once we made it home, I swear those two couldn’t be separated for nothing. I tried. He wouldn’t even come get this donut without walking hand in hand with Sim. They are seriously something else.

We all chilled for a while and ate a little bit. By the time we got to the movie, Junior was getting sleepy and I could tell Simone was too because she was yawning a lot.

“If you tired, go to sleep baby.” I told her as she shook her head no in response.

“He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I just want to watch him a little bit more to make sure he’s ok.” Running her hands gently through his hair, she smiled down at him as his light snores filled the silence. She leaned down and planted a light kiss on his forehead before laying her head down next to him as his body snuggled up next to her.

It was only a matter of time before she was out too so I just took that as my cue to go to sleep even though I wasn’t all that tired.

Before turning off the light, I snapped a picture of the both of them as they slept and posted it onto my snapchat with the caption “my two babies” before getting comfortable next to them and slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

Xae

“Wassup mama? How you been?”

“I would be better if my son came to see me more often.” She retorted, raising her eyebrow at me causing me to chuckle and pull her into a tight hug. “I missed you too ma.” I said as I pulled away.

Making her way back around to the stove, she stirred up the gumbo that was simmering in the pot there causing a whiff of the food to smack me in the face.

“That smells soooo good, you know I gotta stay for dinner right?”

She shook her head. “Sure. Can’t even hit me up but wanna come and eat up all my food.” I laughed loudly because she was really still on this subject.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better, I’ve just been really busy lately. But ima take you out soon, we can go out to eat and go get your nails done. All that good stuff. I promise.”

“Mhm.” She rolled her eyes and gave me a playful smile causing me to cheese back at her, showing her all my pearly whites.

I loved the relationship me and my momma had. I would do anything and more for this woman and she knows it. I just gotta make more time for her. I always be so busy doing other shit and I know she misses me because I be missing her too.

“Where’s that little girl you always bringing around here?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Momma, that’s my girlfriend and she’s been coming over here for two years, you know her name is Bree.” She waved me off and continued to stir the gumbo.

Ever since my mom caught me and Bree fucking in the kitchen one morning when I thought she was at work, she hasn’t liked her. We had spent the night because it was a long drive back home and it was already late so we decided to stay. My mom thought it was disrespectful but it’s not my fault we into that kinky shit.

Now whenever I bring Bree around, my mom acts cordial but Bree already knows she doesn’t like her so she tries to be extra nice but at the same time, keep her distance.

I don’t like it but it is what it is. She gotta get used to it because Bree ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Turning off the stove, she began to get bowls from the cabinet before scooping some rice into them and then pouring the gumbo rue on top. She sat the bowls down on the table in the dining room as I got some spoons for us to eat with.

I walked over to the fridge and opened it, immediately scrunching up my face. “What is this? Where the koolaid at?”

As she walked by, she playfully smacked me upside my head causing me to chuckle and shake my head before grabbing some apple juice out the fridge and getting some cups for us.

I knew I was gonna want more juice so I just brought the whole bottle to the table along with the cups and sat down beside my mom. She held her hand out and I already knew what she wanted to do.

Thankfully she let me say grace because honestly a nigga was starving and my momma takes three years and a day to pray.

As soon as I took the first bite, it reminded me of when she used to cook all the time when I was younger. I really missed her cooking for real. Bree can cook her ass off but baby girl can’t compare to the southern cooking my momma be throwing down on.

Not even gonna lie, I probably finished my food in three minutes and I was still hungry so I got seconds.

“Save some for a rainy day boy, you still got that endless pit of a stomach I see.” She teased causing me to playfully wave her off and dig into my second bowl. She knows damn well gumbo used to be my favorite thing she made. I’m probably gonna eat five bowls.

“You got enough gumbo in there to feel the neighborhood ma, you not gonna miss it.” I retorted, scarfing down some more of my food.

A couple bowls later, I was rubbing my stomach and feeling good. Her gumbo always sits so beautiful in my stomach.

“Can I take some home with me?” I asked her as she started to wash off our bowls. “And I could have done that for you momma, you ain’t have to wash my dishes.”

She nodded and turned off the water once she finished. “You can but leave me some for tomorrow and I don’t need food particles on my bowls. You know you half-ass when you wash dishes.”

I laughed and waved her off because she was right. I just be wanting to be done with the dishes already so I always just wiped and rinsed them off hella quick so I could be done in like two minutes.

“Wanna watch a movie?” I asked. She smiled at me and nodded before heading to the living room as I followed behind.

I should have known she was gonna put on Forrest Gump. I’m not even complaining because it’s a good ass movie but it’s hella long.

Checking the time, it was already eleven and I had a long drive back home. I ain’t want Bree to be worried about me or anything. My mom made me turn off my phone when she put on the movie and she ain’t even stay awake for the whole thing. She can’t hang at all.

She sitting here knocked out, snoring like she hasn’t slept in five years. I chuckled to myself before gently shaking her causing her to stir a bit in her sleep.

“Mom... wake up, I gotta head home and you should lock up and get to bed. I know you’re tired and I don’t want you aching in the morning.” She groggily opened her eyes and let out a groan before rubbing her eyes and standing to her feet.

Grabbing my food to take home and my keys, I started to make my way to the door as she followed behind me and opened it. I turned back around to face her before pulling her into a tight embrace and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I love you momma, I’m gonna come see you again soon.”

“Alright baby, I love you too. You be safe driving so late and watch out for cops. You know they like locking young black males up, don’t give them a reason.”

“I won’t. Make sure you lock up.” Pulling away from the hug, I began to make my way down the hallway once I heard the door shut and lock before heading to my car and turning my phone back on. I got a few messages and missed calls but those weren’t really all that important to me at the moment.

I called Bree to let her know that I was on the way home and I’ll be there in about forty five minutes, heading off in the direction of my house.

Today was a great ass day.

Simone

I hated the fact that I had to sleep in makeup just so Junior didn’t have to see how messed up I was. It was uncomfortable but it was worth it to me.

Fluttering my eyes open, I immediately started to panic once I realized Junior wasn't laying next to me anymore. I felt around the sheets as if they weren't flat on the bed then ran out of the room and into the living room where him and Dom were eating ice cream and watching Teletubbies. I sighed in relief causing both of them to look over at me.

Dom stood up and came over to me before grabbing my arm and guiding me into the room. I looked at him confused, wondering what I did wrong now.

"Look. I ain't mean to worry you but he was up hella early and I've never seen you sleep so peaceful so I got him to come and watch tv with me. It wasn't easy, I had to lure him in with the ice cream." He said causing me to laugh a bit as he continued. "Plus your makeup was starting to come off from sleeping on it and he was starting to ask questions..."

I got silent and began to play with my fingers a bit. "What did he say?"

"He was asking how more makeup got on you. I guess he thought the purple spot under your eye was eyeshadow or something."

I sighed, burying my face in my hands and shaking my head. That was the last thing I wanted him to see. I wish this would all end. Maybe if that night had never happened, I wouldn't be getting black eyes every other week.

***Flashback***

Looking over at the time, it read 3:54AM. It was now or never.

I glanced back at Dominick who was sleeping peaceful but silently, which meant I really had to watch my noise level because if I get caught, I don't know what to do.

I just can't stay in this relationship any longer. I tried for Junior but I can't do it anymore, it's not worth it. Dom can have him on the weekends or we can compromise but I don't feel the same anymore. Not after what I saw with him and my sister. Every time I think about it, I wanna vomit to this day.

And Dom just acts like it didn't even happen. Like shit was all normal. It has me questioning whether or not he even has real emotions.

Slowly scooting off of the bed, I kept my eyes on Dominick as I made my way over to my dresser to put on some sweatpants and a hoodie. I had already packed my bag and it was waiting for me in the closet down the hall where he wouldn’t bother to look.

I began to put on my clothes and grabbed some socks before slipping on my slides. Once I was dressed, I quietly stepped down the hall in the direction of the closet where my bag was. Junior had already been at my mom’s house where I was planning to call an uber to.

Grabbing my bag from the closet, I made sure I had my wallet and everything before closing the door and making my way to the front door. I unlocked it slowly so that it wouldn’t make that much noise and opened the door.

I immediately jumped once I felt the door slam back closed causing me to snap my neck in the direction of the hand that closed it.

“Where the hell you going Simone?”

“I-- uh,” I began to stutter, “No where. I was just--”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” His voice boomed throughout the room causing me to jump again, this time accidentally dropping my bag. “You ain’t tryna leave me, are you?” He asked in a more calm tone.

Sighing, I decided to just tell him the truth. “Dom, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t feel the same way about you that I used to and I can’t keep acting like I’m still so in love and that this is a happy relationship because it’s not. Everyday I think of how you and Tiarra betrayed me. And everyday I realize that I deserve better than you. Junior deserves better than you. You obviously didn’t care about neither one of us when you were sticking your dick in my sister and god knows who else. I’m done with y--”

All of a sudden, I felt a blow to my face causing my body to slam into the wall before it hit the ground. I held my jaw in disbelief.

No matter how much we argued, Dominick had never put his hands on me before. Before I knew it, blow after blow was being sent all over my body as I tried to block and cover myself as best I could.

“Stop! PLEASE!” I cried out as I felt blood trickle down my face. He stood up fully and sent a swift kick to my stomach causing me to gasp for air because it felt like it all had been knocked out of me.

My tears slightly burned the open wounds that were now on my face as they mixed in with the blood. Leaning down close to me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back towards him.

“You not leaving me and you not taking my son. You hear me?” He spoke through clenched teeth as I nodded weakly before he threw my head back down on the ground and locked the door.

He picked my bag up followed by picking me up and carried me back to the room bridal style, sitting me in the bathtub then turning on the shower.

Walking away, he slammed the door shut causing me to sob to myself as the water consumed my body.

***Flashback ends***

Ever since that night, he’s had no problem with putting his hands on me. And ever since that night, I’ve never attempted to leave again no matter how bad I want to.

I’m scared.

I fear for me and my son’s life when I shouldn’t have to and that’s what makes everything so much worse. I haven’t seen my parents in months because I always have scars and bruises on my face. And just when I think Dom has maybe changed for the better, he proves to me that he hasn’t.

Everything in my life is just shitty right now. The only good thing I have right now is Junior and that’s why I’m so clingy and lenient towards him.

If I didn’t have him, I probably would have put myself six feet under already.

I go crazy locked up in the house all the time while Dom goes out and does who knows what with who knows who. I feel so disgusting every time he forces himself on me. 

There’s only two ways to get away from Dominick. Either he’s gonna be in a body bag... or I am.

Dom snapping in my face caused me to break out of my thoughts. “Aye Sim. You heard me? I’m bout to take him back to my mom’s house.”

“What? Why??” My heart instantly fell to the pit of my stomach.

“Because we got some talkin to do.” He replied simply, beginning to grab his keys and Junior’s bag.

By now, I had it. I was fed up. I didn’t even get to spend that much time with my baby and he’s already taking him away from me. Soon enough, he’s going to be calling Dom’s mother his mom. My heart would break. “YOU MEAN YOU GOT BEATING TO DO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?!?” I yelled out unwillingly, instantly widening my eyes once I realized that I had actually said that out loud.

He narrowed his eyes at me and began to put his stuff back down. “What chu just say?” Closing the door and locking it, he inched closer to me causing me to back up until I finally hit a wall with nowhere else to go.

“N-Nothing, I’m sorry--”

A hard slap was sent across my face. Usually I would fall to the ground but I felt like I had a burst of strength from the adrenaline that was already rushing through my body. My reflexes made me throw a blow back to his face, busting his lip in the process.

He held onto his lip but I knew I couldn’t stop there or I was done for. I continued to send punch after punch to his face and ribs, anywhere I could hit really.

All of a sudden, I felt a hard kick to my knee causing me to fall to the ground hard weeping in pain. I instantly balled up as I felt hits being thrown back at me anywhere they could land. He hit some of my already bruised areas making me scream as I tried to fight back the tears that were already pouring out.

I felt the hits let up for a split second before his feet replaced them as he started to kick and stomp on me while I continued to lay in a ball, trying to protect myself as best I could.

Blood was everywhere on my clothes by this point and it didn’t seem like he was ready to stop anytime soon.

Hearing light banging on the door, he stopped in his tracks causing me to weakly look at the door along with him. “Mommy? Daddy? Are you ok?” Dom looked at me with livid eyes and clenched teeth.

“This is your fuckin fault.” 

He stormed out of the room and quickly slammed it shut so Junior wouldn’t see what a bloody mess I was before I started to cry. Letting out an angry scream, I used the edge of the bed to help me get up as I limped to the closet to get a bag.

I was done with this. I can’t take it anymore.

Stuffing the bag with clothes and other necessities, I grabbed my phone and didn’t look back once I left. I was guessing Dom was now taking Junior to his mom’s house so this was my only opportunity.

I was leaving. And I was never coming back.

[dirtylemonjoy]

~Yes Daddy~: Roman-X-Female Reader

HI~! welcome to my first story! this is going to be smut in here so there’s the first warring and there is some hard cursing as well. 

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and enjoy the story!!!

P.s sorry if I make some errors of any kind btw ^^’

(l/o/h) length of hair. (c/o/h) color of hair, (y/f/c) your favorite color, (y/n) your name, (y/f/m) your favorite music.

Your Pov:

It was a long day, working a 9 to 5 shift at the office can be very shity 99% of the time from hearing people complain about how hard life is to them and as well the shity boss that keeps calling me non stop about how this or that isn’t right makes me sick. I was hoping to see my boyfriend so I can lay across the bed with him and cuddle all that crap out my way. I got home I took off my bags and whatever items the where left on me and threw it on the ground “I’m home !” I scream there was no answer so I walk up stairs and open the door and “WHAT THE FUCK !?” I saw my boyfriend smashing this hoe on my bed “ WHO THE FUCK IS SHE !?” and I got the whole ‘ babe it’s not what look like’ and shit’ I was so mad I just told him to get the hell out and go live with his mom or his new slut.

I called my best friend up and told everything and after I told everything my best friend told me about this club that new and just opened and told me I needed to forget about him and just drink/dance the night away, then told me that ( he or she) will be at my house tonight. after so many hours I was ready I put on a (y/f/c) dress on and I wore my favorite (y/f/c) heels, I decide to let my (l/o/h) (c/o/h) down and I looked at my self once more then I went out side to see my best friend waiting on me “lookin sexy there.’’ my best friend told me “come on silly lets go.’’ We drove off to the new club.

When we got to the new club it was packed with people just bumping and grinding on each other, me I’m not a big club fan I’m more of that person that would stay home eat and watch AHS all night long until I fell asleep. My friend grabbed me and pulled me into the crow and we stared dancing, after a while my friend off to get drinks for both of us so I was left alone trying to look for a table for us to sit at.

As I was looking for a table until I bump into something that made think I bumped into a brick wall, “ oh, I’m sorry didn’t see you there.’’ I looked upand god dammit I swear I met a god because holy shit he was hot “n-no you’re good I didn’t see you, sorry.’’ I said “ oh that’s fine I’m Roman.” damn right your name is roman cause you like a roman god “ I’m (y/n), nice to meet you.” I flashed a smile “ nice to meet you too, you have a pretty name.” and now I need new underwear “ thank you.” I blushed, we started talk and getting to know each other and come to fine out he as well broke up with his girlfriend cause of the same thing, we had a lot in common liking the same shows, book, and movies “ (y/n)!” my friend yell at me what the fuck dude “I’ll be back  it’s just going to take a second.” Roman nod and I went off to my friend “what the fuck you want ?” I said “ girl do you know who you talking to?” I nod no “ GIRL! you’re talking to Roman fucking Reigns.”  I stared to have flashback a then I found out I saw him a couple of times on TV on WWE and holy shit I got more nervous quick “ go back and talk to him you’ll be fine” I nod a went back to him “everything okay?”  not really “yeah everything is good.” I giggle softly “ okay and if I may say you look very nice tonight.” he said, I was about to go down the table and suck his di- “why thank you, and you look very good as well.” good? really GOOD!? you know damn well he look better than good “ thanks.” he blushed, and oh my if he didn’t look cute blushing.

After a few drinks he ask he to dance with him and I said yes why the fuck not, we stated dancing and that’s when the all of those lovely toxic drinks hit me and I started to get to comfy but I still knew what I was doing. (y/f/m) started playing and holy shit I got dirty, I started to grind on him and everything went dirty when he stared to dry hump me a bit while I was grinding on him I swear I died and went to haven, after a while we both got tired and head off and thanks to my best friend she left with some guy name Dean so I had to ask Roman if he could take me back to my house.

We made it to the house I opened the door to the house and offered a drink of water and told him he can sit anywhere he like, “nice place you have.” he said “thank you.” I smile, after a while of getting to know him more and watching some shows “ so a friend of mine told me you work for WWE.” I said “ yeah I work for them for a while .” I can tell he was getting comfy cause he spread his leg a bit more to let me see his dick imprint and holy shit it was big “d-do you like it ?” I asked and blushing knowing damn well he saw that I looked at his dick imprint  “ yeah, yeah I do but not as much as this.” he kissed me and his tongue slipped in a bit my lips, I was in shock that there’s a sexy man who’s kissing me like there’s not tomorrow “ wait don’t you think where moving a bit to fast?” I asked, he gave me the eyebrow and that’s when I knew this man had I different side of him, he gave me a dark but sexy look “ you don’t need to worry about that baby girl let daddy take care of that.” he smashed his lip into mine and I started to melt into his kiss.

After a minute of kissing he asked me where’s my room, I told him and he picked me up like a bride and took me up stairs to my room. We got into the room he threw me softly on the bed and before I can even look up he’s already on top of me kissing me hard but loving, “don’t worry daddy going to take care of you tonight, got it?” I nodded “no nod say it.” I look at him with lust in my eyes “yes.” I said “yes what?” he grabs my thigh “ yes daddy.” I moaned “good girl.” he said.

He kissed me again with the same lust he had, he began lowering himself into my legs kissing my inner thighs he lift up my dress so he can see my thong that was soaked, he chuckled “ well aren’t you just wet for me.” he smirked “please don’t tease me.” I begged him, he took my thong off with his mouth and stared to kiss closer to my pussy. He spread my pussy apart to see the juices “ this is going to taste good.” he mumble as he began to take his long tongue and licked up my pussy, that one lick drove me crazy then he began eating me out “ oh, please don’t stop.” I moaned then I stared to grip the sheets of my bed trying not to cum so quickly “ you’re just ready to cum on daddy’s mouth aren’t you?” he said “ yes!” I yelled this man was eating me  like a pro made me squirm under his lovely attack “ I’m going to cum.” I moaned loudly “beg then baby girl.” as he looked at me with a lustful look in his eyes. He took two of his fingers and pushed them in my now dripping pussy, I moan loudly and began feel a slight pressure in my stomach knowing I was on the edge “daddy please.” I moaned “ please what?” he smirked as me went faster and curled his fingers into my g-spot god I swear this man can make you whole life just by doing this “please let me cum on your mouth daddy!” I screamed hoping the neighbors didn’t hear me, “wait baby girl.” fuck me he started sucking on my clit hard to the point where I was saying daddy over and over again, his fingers was doing a come here motion at a fast paste “DADDY PLEASE LET ME CUM!” at this point I was grabbing his hair and pulling his closer to my pussy “cum, but say my name baby girl.” he said, “OH YES, DADDY!” I came in his mouth he drank very bit of it up “you taste so sweet baby girl, now turn around ass up and don’t make me say anything twice.”

I turned around with my ass up and made sure my back was arching aw well “yeah just like that.” he growled then smacked my as hard enough to leave a hand print on my ass “ you’re a virgin baby girl?” he said “(yes or no)” I said while moaning looking a bit nervous cause from that dick imprint I saw he wasn’t no little guy at all “ don’t worry baby girl I got everything.” he said with a bit of a growl. He took everything off “ baby girl you look very sexy in that dress but I’m going to need you to take off.” once he said that I took off my dress, his dick began it rub up and down my wet pussy “ I’m going to have you so fuck up by the end of this night baby girl you won’t walk for days.” he said in a sexy moan “fuck me please daddy I can’t wait no more.” I begged  “whatever you say baby girl.” he slowly enters  and just the tip alone made me moan loudly, “you’re going to scream for daddy?”  he said “ yes” I moaned “yes what?” “yes daddy, OH!” he fully enters my pussy making spread very wide damn this man was thick. He begins to pound so fast and hard to the point I was screaming nothing but daddy and begging for more of it, he flip me over on my back and my leg wrap around him  “ oh daddy you’re so good please don’t stop daddy!” he raised one of my legs up to his shoulder so can go deeper in my pussy “you’re cum yet sweet heart?” he teased me knowing I was on the edge of cumming on his dick “ yes, yes daddy please let me cum!” I screamed out loud I was a moaning mess. He keep pounding into me faster holding my hips tight, kissing my neck know for sure there was going to be marks there in the morning, “ god your pussy so tight baby girl” he moaned my pussy began to clinch around his dick “ oh god ro- daddy please let me cum pretty please!” I scream out loud he chuckled “ not until I’m ready baby girl.”  he growled he started to really slam my g-spot over a over again my pussy was getting tighter around his dick to the point I felt every little detail around it “I’m going to cum.”  he moaned going pounding faster into my g-spot “please cum daddy!” “ go and cum baby girl” and that’s all I need to hear from him, I scream out his name and came on him he did a few more pumps and pulled out and came on my stomach.

He went to grab a towel to wipe off the cum off me , he did a quick kiss on my lips and carried me to the bath and started the warm water and we sat there for a few. He got out the bath while for me I need help cause this man was not lying about how I will not walk for a few days so he help me get into bed with him, I cuddled on his chest and we drifted off to sleep.

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well I’m sleepy so I’m going to take a nap I hope you enjoy my first smut story

thank you good bye!!!!!

[troublemakerfiction]

12.

Darnell

Looking across the table at Millz, I could tell she was upset about that shit Bianca pulled at my shop. Shit, I was upset and that had nothing to do with me. Prophet has got to be the biggest whore on this planet; the nigga sticks his dick in everything.

“Are you alright Millz?” I asked her while she picked at the food on her plate.

“I’m irritated as hell. He’s always in some bullshit. Now he has this bitch pregnant.”

“I swear to God when that girl brought up babies I thought I was having a flashback. What was she talking about other girls having his baby for? What was that about?” Shante asked her.

“It’s he say, she say as far as I’m concerned. I’ve heard that he had kids on me but I never seen them, nobody has ever approached me talking about they have his baby and he denies it. Now this bitch comes out the wood work talking about the baby is his when just last week she tried to make Trouble think it was by him.”

“You think Prophet really fucked her?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, that’s what he does. He chases hoes; I just don’t have time for this shit. This bitch talking about our babies are siblings and shit. Nah she can get the fuck outta here with that shit.”

“Well if it is his, they do Millz.”

“Yeah each other, and that’s it. His illegitimate kids don’t count in my book.” She shrugged. “I’m tired of the bullshit man.” She shook her head.

I didn’t even bother saying anything else. There would be no point in doing that. Millz is going to do whatever she wants anyway.

“What’s going on with you and Xavier?” Shante asked me.

“Nothing I’m single.”

“Wait what? You guys broke up?” She looked at me shocked.

“Not formally but you don’t get to ignore me for weeks and think we’re still good so I’m done.”

“I need to know what the hell happened.”

“He was mad about me going to Miami, talking about my leaving out the blue was childish. We got into an argument and he left. I really haven’t spoken to him since then.”

Since I went to Miami, Xavier has been distant and I can’t understand why. He was mad about me just up and leaving without saying anything. I get why he would be upset about me not saying anything but it doesn’t really call for him avoiding me. I called that nigga for days and he wouldn’t pick up the phone but he would text me saying that he was busy.

“It’s not even that deep that was how long ago?” Millz rolled her eyes. “He’s on some bullshit.”

“Come on now, you don’t know that.” Shante said but I shook my head chuckling. She knew damn well he was on some bullshit but she believes he’s a good guy so she doesn’t want me to just drop his ass.

“Oh please, you’ve been in this shit longer than I have. You’re never too busy to pick up the damn phone for at least thirty seconds, especially if you got time to text that you’re busy five times out the day.” I told her. “He’s been on some bullshit, I haven’t seen the proof yet but I’m far from stupid.”

“What makes you think it’s cheating though Darnell?”

“I know Xavier, Shante. I know how he is, he’s damn near addicted to sex so if I haven’t seen this nigga in weeks he’s not fucking me. Who else is he fuckin? The last time I checked, he worked under Trouble so how is that the boss can make it home every night but Xavier is nowhere to be found? Even Vick goes home; he’s on some other shit. So, as far as I’m concerned he can kiss my ass.”

“When is the last time you’ve talked to him?”

“Two weeks ago and I didn’t speak to him. It was a text, he said he was busy and I just left it at that. I’m single, he can really kiss my whole ass.” I shrugged.

The last thing I was going to do was chase a nigga or try keeping a nigga that clearly doesn’t want to be kept. If the only time you can say something to me is you texting that you’re busy, fuck you. Keep your busy ass where you are.”

“Well you know you gotta make the shit official right.” Millz raised her eyebrow at me. “I’m just saying, everybody knows what that in a relationship shit on your facebook is for. Why not change it.”

“You’re a little trouble maker, always have been.” Shante shook her head at Millz.

“Oh well,” She shrugged. “Change it D, aint no point in waiting.”

“Change that shit and watch the nigga pop up quicker than fish grease. I mean, if you’re doing it for attention it’ll work. As soon as those little thirsty biddies see that you’re single, they’re going to know he’s single. It’ll get his attention quick.”

“I don’t want his attention though. He can really stay where he is.”

“Mhm sure you don’t want his attention.” She smirked at me. I waved her off and pulled my phone out and went on facebook. I hesitated for a minute before I finally change the status of my relationship then deleted all the pictures of him off my page.

“You really did it, damn I didn’t expect you to listen to me.” Millz laughed. “Watch he show up to your house on some angry shit.”

“He won’t be showing up anywhere because I have plans with Selena tonight. If the nigga thinks I’m about to sit at home and wait on him he has life fucked up.” I shrugged.

***

“Damn thickums, okay bitch.” Selena shouted when she opened her apartment door for me. “You look good D. You wanna come in and get something to drink?”

“Nah I’m good, are you ready?”

“Yeah hold up,” She ran and grabbed her purse then came walking out her door and locked it up. “I’m glad you wanted to chill with me. Stacks been having Gia’s ass on lock lately.”

“I know she told me, I didn’t have anything to do and it’s been a minute since I went out so here I am. Where are we going?” I asked as we walked down her hallway.

“So this nigga I’m fuckin’ with owns this club called Empire.”

“Empire? Wait hold up,” I paused putting my hand up. “Is his name Lock?”

“Yeah, you know him?”

“Yes I know him, and his girlfriend. You do know he has one right?”

“I knew about shorty but he told me they broke up like two weeks ago, that’s when he started coming at me different. How do you know him?”

“He works with my brother, so he invited you out tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be fun. Everything is on him.” I nodded my head but an uneasy feeling came over me because I knew if Lock was there he definitely wasn’t the only one. Somebody was going to run and tell Xavier they saw my ass in a club, that’s if he wasn’t in there himself. All I know is if I see the nigga who is “busy” but has his ass in the club. Somebody was getting snuffed tonight.

When we got to Empire we got put in our own section and bottles were immediately given to us once she gave them her name. I guess Lock was a little serious about her because for as long as I’ve known him he’s never did anything for a broad. He wouldn’t even buy a bitch a drink.

“This is so nice, I’ve never been here before.” She told me over the music.

“It is nice, it really be poppin’ when he throws parties for people.” Empire was Lock’s club and it was alright but he made the most money when it was an occasion. Everybody in the crew threw their birthday parties and celebrated here.

“There he is right there.” She pointed across the way at Lock who was making his way over to us. I just shook my head because he wasn’t even alone, he had a couple of niggas with them. I knew all of them and I know at least one of them were going to be calling Xavier on my ass.

Lock got to our section and hugged Selena then looked at me with a shocked expression on his face before giving me a hug. “What are you doing here D?”

“This is my girl, she told me to come with her. I didn’t know you were fuckin’ with her. What happened with ole girl?”

“Man she was on some bullshit, I can’t take the insecure bullshit. You know how I’m comin.”

“I got you,” I told him while nodding. I gave every other guy a hug then sat back down to pour myself a drink.

“X know you here?” Lock asked me.

“We aint together so nope,”

“Since when?”

“Since I said so, just keep me being here to yourself.”

“I’ll put it like this, I’m not going to call that man and tell on you but I’m not lying for your ass either. You know he pops up over here on some random shit.”

“Yeah aight,” I waved him off then went on about my business with my drink. I wanted to get as far away from them niggas as possible. I wasn’t worried about Selena since she was here with Lock, I know for a fact he wouldn’t let anything happen to her so she’s good.

I sat at the bar ordering shots and drinks for I don’t even know how long. All I know is by the time I got my ass up I was feelin’ nice as hell so I made my way to the dance floor just as the DJ threw on some old shit by playing Lollipop by Lil Wayne. It was like I had a flashback to my ratchet college days because I started shaking my ass like crazy.

Some nigga was brave enough to come behind me and started dancing with me. I usually would move but fuck it, I wanted to have fun plus whoever the nigga definitely knew what he was doing. Once the song was over I started to walk away because I had a real bad feeling the nigga I just had my ass all over was ugly. Just as I got back to the bar my hand was grabbed so I turned around. I was about to snatch away until I saw this fine ass chocolate nigga standing there.

“At least let me get your name before you run off on some Cinderella shit.” He smiled while looking me up and down.

“You don’t need to know my name,” I told him. “Trust me if you knew my name you would back up real quick.”

“Try me ma,”

“Darnell…Darnell Diamond.”

“Diamond? I heard about your people, respect. I’m not backing up though. Can I get you a drink?”

“Nah bruh she’s good.” I heard from the side of me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Xavier, he would be the only cock blocking me.

“You good shorty?” Ole boy asked me. I just nodded so he would walk off and he did with a smirk on his face. As soon as I turned to face Xavier he had the screw face on. He was pissed off but I really didn’t give a flying fuck. He could be mad all he wanted to.

Xavier

I was sitting up in Lock’s office at Empire picking up some money when some little niggas come in running off at the mouth. I really aint think shit about it until I heard them describing somebody that sounded familiar to me.

“She is thick as fuck. That nigga Jah always bagging some fine ass bitches. You see all that damn hair on her head?” One of them said.

“That shit was a weave nigga.” The other one countered back.

“Nah that wasn’t a weave. That shit looked real to me.”

“Who the fuck y’all niggas talking about?” Lock asked them after he handed me the duffle bag full of money.

“Man this nigga Jah downstairs dancing with some fine ass bitch. Tall, thick, got long ass hair going down her back. Shorty is bad as fuck.” Lock got up and looked down at the dance floor then came over to me. 

“Aye bruh, they’re talking about Darnell.”

“What?” He pointed downstairs and I got up to go look and she had her ass all up on some nigga on the dance floor. “What the fuck?”

“She came here with shorty I invited. She said y’all weren’t together.”

“That’s what she said?” I nodded. “Aight, I’ll be right back.”

“Aye bruh, don’t do no bullshit in my joint man.”

“I got you,” I went and took the duffle bag out to my car then came back inside. When I got back in I saw Darnell walking away from dude and over to the bar so I went over there. By the time I reached her she had some nigga in her face asking to get her a drink.

“Nah bruh she’s good.” I answered before she could. This nigga looked at me then at her.

“You good shorty?” I had half a mind to bust this nigga in his shit but I told Lock I was going to chill. I’ll see that nigga around again though. When Darnell turned around to face me she gave me the look of death. I knew she was mad at me, I went M.I.A on her, of course she’s going to be mad but this having niggas all over her shit aint working for me.

“You know you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve Xavier.” She rolled her eyes at me and tried to walk off but I grabbed her arm. “Get the fuck off me!”

“Why the fuck are you screaming? Chill with that shit and let me speak to you.”

“Fuck you nigga.”

“Darnell, I’m only going to ask you one time. After that I’m doing what the fuck I want, now can I speak to you?”

“Hell no,” She tried to walk past me but I grabbed the back of her top pulling her close to me then walked outside of the club pulling her right along with me. When we got outside she snatched away from me. “Stop dragging me like I’m a fuckin’ rag doll or something.”

“I asked you to come out nicely but you didn’t do that.”

“We don’t have shit to speak about. You been ignoring me and now that you see a nigga in my face you wanna talk. Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit.”

“Did I like seeing that nigga in your face no, you’re right about that but I’ve been busy. I just got back up here two days ago. I’ve been trying to get my shit together.”

“Like I give a fuck.”

“Are you going to let me tell you what the fuck has been going on or are you going to stand here and be childish?”

“Childish? Nigga, don’t try me for real don’t do it. You’ve been missing for weeks and now you wanna explain what the fuck you been doing?”

“Yea-“

“X?” Hearing my name we both turned around and my eyes almost bucked out of my head when I saw my ex Jenna standing there. “I thought that was you. How have you been?” She came over and hugged me. Once she let me go she stepped back some smiling. “Damn, you’re still fine as hell too.”

“I know you see us talking.” Darnell snapped at her with her hands planted on her hips.

“Alright and?” Jenna looked her up and down then turned her attention back to me. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Darnell snatched her ass up and popped her in the face. The shit was so hard I heard something crack; telling me Darnell just broke something on this girls face. As if the sound effect wasn’t enough Jenna’s nose just started gushing blood.

Darnell went to clock her ass again but I grabbed her around the waist and made her back up. “Who the fuck you think you talking to bitch!”

“Darnell chill, you got her baby don’t do that shit again.”

“Who the fuck is that?” She pushed me away from her. “That bitch walking up and hugging you like she fuckin’ know you, like I’m not standing there talking to you nigga, who the fuck is she?”

“You stupid bitch!” Jenna tried to run up on Darnell but D just caught her with a two piece dropping her to her the floor. I wish she would’ve stopped there but she didn’t she just pounced on the girl and started beating the hell out of her.

This is the main reason I always try to keep her crazy ass calm. Darnell is dangerous as hell when she’s mad. She does some crazy shit. If you get into with her you’re leaving with something either broken or damaged. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her fight and the other person not end up a bloody ass mess.

I went over and picked Darnell up off of her feet and started walking across the street to my car. “Let me go Xavier! I don’t play with these bitches and they fuckin’ know that! I swear to God on my fuckin’ life if I see that bitch again my heel is going through her fuckin’ skull!”

I got my doors unlocked and put her in on the passenger side. “Can you calm the fuck down? You better hope she doesn’t get your crazy ass locked up!”

“I got bail money bitch! Who the fuck is that bitch Xavier? Don’t try and bullshit me my nigga!”

“Aint nobody bullshitting you man. Chill yo ass the fuck out. Where’s your stuff?”

“Selena has my purse in the club.”

“Stay right here man, I swear to God Darnell if you get your ass out this fuckin’ car I’m fuckin’ you up myself.”

I went in the club and got her stuff from ole girl she was with then came back out to the car. “Did you drive here?” I asked after sliding into the driver’s seat.

“No, I caught a cab to her apartment and we caught a cab here. Xavier just take me home, my head is killing me I’m just ready to lay down.”

“Nah you coming with me, we’re handling this shit tonight.”

“There’s nothing to handle. You think you can just go missing for weeks, ignore my ass and come back like wasn’t shit wrong? Even if something did happen with you going out of town, you said you came back two days ago. Why am I running into you in a fuckin’ club? Anything could’ve been wrong and you wouldn’t have been there because you wanna be petty.”

“Trust and believe I know about everything you’ve been doing while I was gone. You think I don’t have eyes on you at all time Darnell? Come on ma, use your common sense.”

“Oh so you have people stalking me but you can’t talk to me? Wow, something is really wrong with you my nigga.”

“Think what you want, but you’re coming with me like I said.” I shrugged before starting my car and pulling off.

The whole drive to my house she sat with her arms crossed pouting like a big ass baby. I wanted to reach over and pluck the shit out of her lips for doing that dumb shit but I let it rock. With the attitude she got right now she’ll try to swing on me in this damn car. I’m not tryna die tonight so I’ll just wait to handle it.

When we pulled up to my house we got out of the car and I unlocked the door for her. As soon as we stepped in my dog Cane came running up to her. Usually she would bend down and play with him but her mean ass just stomped up the damn steps.

“You killing me with this baby shit you doing right now Darnell.” I said while following her up the stairs.

“Nigga, you could’ve taken me home but you didn’t want to do that so deal with it.” We went into my bedroom and I walked over to my dresser and pulled the top drawer open.

“You ready to listen to me now?” I asked her.

“Xavier say what you have to say aight, I don’t feel like dealing with the bullshit man.”

“Watch your mouth aight,” I grabbed the piece of paper from my drawer then went over and handed it to her. “This is why I was gone.”

“What is this?” She took it and looked at it. When she realized what it was her mouth dropped. “Oh shit, damnit Xavier why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell anybody. My mama called me and told me so I just got up and drove down to Virginia.”

“Alright but I would’ve been there for you Xavier. Your grandmother dying isn’t something small. How long were you down there?”

“The whole time I was M.I.A I was down there. I should’ve called you and told you but I didn’t and I realize that was fucked up. I’m sorry about that alright.”

She looked up at me then placed my grandmother’s obituary on my bed. “I accept that, you really had me ready to kill you bruh.”

“I know that, I’m sorry. Calling you and telling you about it didn’t even pop up in my head and every time you hit me up I was with my mother making sure she was good. I’m sorry for real.”

“I just told you I accept your apology but you better not ever pull no shit like that again.”

“I won’t I got you trust me. Can I have a kiss now?”

“Hell no, you can tell me who the fuck that bitch at the club was though.”

“Jenna, I dealt with her a few years ago.”

“So she’s your ex, okay that explains why you looked stuck when you saw her. I don’t like the bitch though, I don’t like the way she came at you and I don’t like how she disrespected me so if I ever see you around that bitch again it’s going to be some problems.”

“I hear you,”

“Nah I don’t need you to just hear me. I need you to understand and listen. The next time that bitch tries me I’m going to break more than her damn nose. I’m not playing.” She got up and walked in the bathroom leaving me there shaking my head.

Darnell is a different type of woman, I’ve never dated or dealt with somebody like her before. She goes harder than most niggas I know. The day Vick introduced me to her he told me she was difficult to handle because not only does she have a temper, she fights like a damn man and he was right.

When I first met shorty she was always into it, a lot like Millz is right now. Every other day she was in a fight, or she was beefin’ with somebody and I had to dead all of that shit. I love the fact that she can handle herself but it’s a time and place for everything and I had to teach her that. So now, if it doesn’t involve her cousins she better not be fighting if it’s for something stupid. She’s too damn grown to be fighting all the time plus she has a lot to lose and I don’t want her to get locked up over some bullshit.

Around the time when we first started talking I saw with my own two eyes how bad she could get. I’ve seen Darnell cut somebody; I’ve seen her bust bitches in the head with bottles multiple times. She’s stabbed a nigga in the club; she even shot a bitch before over some dumb shit. When she gets mad she loses her common sense and just reacts and that’s her biggest problem.

The only reason I was letting tonight slide is because Jenna had that shit coming. She disrespected Darnell so I let my girl get that off but I can promise that shit aint happening again. I’ll slap the shit out of a bitch before I let her do something stupid and lose everything she built. We’re not doing that shit over here.