#we get it she’s old!!!! get her ass out of office!!!!! show us how the rest of skyclan is doing

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finished the elders questtttt

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House Calls.

Professor!Terrence x Aaliyah

Summary: Aaliyah has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student.

Part Two

The calming effects of the incense burning within his Acadian–style home in Baton Raq. Lauryn Hill playing from a vinyl record was enough to ease his mind after grading over thirty midterm papers. Terry shut his laptop and released a soft sigh. He reached up with his long fingers, taking off his glasses. The burning at the corners of his blue-grey eyes caused him to rub. He was exhausted and in need of a long vacation somewhere tropical after this semester ended.

He pushed away from his elegant, black oak wood desk to stand, stretching his long legs and flexing his quads. Terry wore a boxy–fit graphic T-shirt with a photo of Nina Simone printed on the front and thigh–hugging drawstring, black shorts. His feet covered in long, black Adidas socks led him towards the door to his home office. He would have stepped on the tail of his British Brown Shorthair cat if he hadn’t spotted him creeping between his legs as he walked.

“Orion, watch out…”

The cat slowly moved away, staring up at Terry with its golden eyes.

His stomach grumbled. Terry remembered that he’d had leftover red beans and rice. He walked into his spacious kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab a soup bowl and then he strolled over to his silverware drawer, grabbing a large spoon. Ex–Factor faded in the background while he scooped the last of the food into his bowl. He paused, snapping his fingers in remembrance of the honey butter cornbread he’d made to eat with it.

After warming his food, Terry didn’t bother sitting in his dining room. He leaned over the counter and tucked into his food, appreciative sounds between bites mixed with his spoon scraping the side of the bowl the only noise. His tongue slipped out to catch a few crumbs from his lips after scarfing down the last of his cornbread. Terry shook his head and rubbed his belly as he cleared his mess.

“Damn good,” He muttered while walking towards his sink.

He accepted the burn of his muscles from his morning workout while crouching down to grab some surface disinfectant from beneath his sink. That let him know he went hard in the gym. His tongue smoothed over his teeth to get rid of food while he used a Bounty paper towel to clean. His eyes flicked to the window in his kitchen when he’d heard loud voices passing by his home.

The Apple Watch on his wrist with a stainless steel band alerted Terry to a phone call. He headed back to his office and reached over his desk to grab it from the charger.

“Wassam Bitch!”

Terry released a boisterous, deep laugh. All his teeth showing.

“Cousin! You good?” Terry replied.

“Chillin’ fam. Just left Unc house…”

“He straight?”

“You know how he do. Was in the garden wit’ his woman picking tomatoes and shit. I had to break it to ‘em that he ain’t invited tonight. HE CAN’T COME!”

“Mike, don’t do Unc like that…he wanna be there to support his son.”

“No old heads, TJ. We discussed this. I don’t want him getting a heart attack seeing all that buku ass clapping.”

Terry snickered with his phone to his ear as he made his way into his living room. He wanted to break in his new furniture.

“Layla snoopin’ ‘round the house. She heard about the strippers…”

“Thought you said she was cool about it?”

“She is. But ya know…”

Terry made a face on the other end of the line. He knew how his cousin could get. Tonight is indeed about fun, but if Mike messed up, Layla wouldn’t take him back a second time. Out of all the men attending, Terry is the most levelheaded. Majority of the men in his family and Mike’s friends were a bunch of crazy motherfuckers. He already knows how tonight is gonna turn out.

“No fuckin’ up, Cousin.” Terry stated.

“Already, Marine.” Mike joked.

——

She did a slow two–step with a roll of her hips in a sinuous manner to the late, great Aaliyah – she was honored to share her name – and Tank.

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Stop by)

Come over (To see you)

Come over (Tonight?)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Get with you?)

Come over (I just wanna)

Come over (Be with you, baby)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Stop by)

Come over (To see you)

Come over (Tonight?)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Get with you?)

Come over (Just wanna)

Yeah (Be with you, baby)…

Bonnet on her head, a tank top that’s way too cropped and showing off under–boob with skimpy hot pink boy shorts covered her curvy frame. Aaliyah had just finished making her bed, freshly laundered sheets feeling cozy beneath her hands as she spread out the wrinkles. The next song on her Slow Jamz playlist was Ciara–Promise. Aaliyah tapped the side of her mouth in thought while staring at the neatly stacked money on her side table. She didn’t feel like digging for her mini safe tucked in the back of her closet, but she needed to put the money somewhere safe.

She made almost three grand. Aaliyah really enjoyed herself a week ago at the Fire Station. She craved that attention and excitement. Doing content from home was great, but to show out in person? Oh…it stroked her so good. She was so damn ecstatic that she came home and rubbed one out with her fingers deep in her pussy. Making a man react the way he does to her literal being just ignited something in her.

Aaliyah placed the money in her safe and organized her closet. After that, she grabbed herself a bowl of green grapes and crawled into bed. She popped a grape into her mouth while watching re–runs of P–Valley on mute, eyes reading the subtitles. She already knew what was going on, just something to distract her. She rocked her body in bed to Donell Jones–This Luv, lip syncing and snapping her fingers.

She wondered what Professor Richmond was up to…

Aaliyah kissed her teeth at her lingering thoughts. This week was filled with tension. She walked into that classroom on Wednesday, hauling her school bag and a pep in her step. She dressed in skater jeans and a tight Ed Hardy T-shirt with a gray hoodie unzipped.

“Today class, we’ll discuss morality…”

He had a tiny sculpture of Aristotle in his hand, long, manicured fingers grasping it firm. Today, he wore a perfectly fitting, short sleeve, mock neck black shirt with charcoal grey slacks and black loafers. The glasses on his face reflected the light perfectly whenever he moved his head. It was something about his eyes today that just…drew Aaliyah in. They seemed brighter.

She propped her elbow on her desk and rested her chin in her hand. That foot started to bounce beneath her desk, and when his eyes met hers, she had to turn away to simmer down the butterflies. Something embarrassing happened in the middle of his lecture. She forgot to turn her ringer off, the lyrics to P*$$Y Fairy playing.

Don't be surprised, baby, it's just me (Just me)

Don't be surprised, boy, when I bust it wide

I hypnotize you with this pussy (Pussy)

Now you feel like you can fly—

“Sorry! Sorry…”

Aaliyah silenced her phone and with a sheepish smile she allowed her eyes to roam the class, catching on to a few snickers. She felt heat creeping over her honey skin. Aaliyah bashfully tucked hair behind her ear, and then her sultry gaze connected with Professor Richmond’s.

He had one brow quirked up and his eyes were unblinking and concentrated on her firm. He was the first to slowly pull his eyes away before clearing his throat to finish speaking. That look in his eyes…

After class, Aaliyah approached his desk to drop off an in class assignment. She left her hoodie at her desk. Terry was standing there, propping himself up against his desk with his fingertips. He allowed his eyes to scan her body. She paid attention to the way his piercing eyes fixated on the exposed skin of her midriff. A quick circular motion of his eyes on her breasts caused her to part her lips, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

“Here?” Aaliyah pointed to the pile of untidy papers.

“Yes.” Terry replied with a slower tone.

She slipped it there, patting the top of it. Terry clenched his jaw, his eyes returning to his laptop.

“Have a good day…”

He couldn’t stop himself from standing at his full height. He exhaled a long breath, his eyes trapping her.

“Yes, Ma’am. You as well.”

Aaliyah gave him one final once over, her eyes doing a double take to the veins in his arms…

Damn…

She walked away, the silence in the lecture hall unnerving. Terry crossed his arms in front of him and rocked back and forth on his heels. He lowered his head and shook it from side to side with a smirk. Aaliyah made her way out of the room, itching to look back and wave, but instead she looked back and gave him one final word.

“Sorry about my ringtone…I know it was inappropriate…”

Terry licked his lips, “Don’t even remember the lyrics.”

They chuckled, Aaliyah finally leaving the class.

——

Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets

I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak

Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep

You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream…

That imposing beat had the house jumping off. Like That lyrics bounced off the walls, hyping up the room full of men that came out to support Mike.

Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick (he was once a thug, he was, he -)

(He was once a thug, he was, he -)

I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)

And it's 'bout the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)…

Terry wore an oversized tank top in beige with the sides cut low, giving you a peek at the muscles in his biceps and obliques. He gave himself a fresh line up and moisturized his low curls. Straight fit, light wash jeans hugged his lower half and he wore a pair of crisp, All White’s. Terry bopped his head precisely to the heavy bass, green solo cup in his hand between his lips. The gold Cuban link hanging from his neck matched the gold Cuban chain on his left wrist and the gold band of his Apple Watch on his right wrist.

The front door opened, more handsome black men pouring in and greeting everyone. Terry saluted the ones he recognized and shook hands firmly with those he didn’t. Terry knew the lyrics to Kendrick’s verse word for word. When the ‘Big Three’ line came up, everyone chimed in. Smile on his face, Terry headed towards the kitchen to fill his cup and mingle with some family he hadn’t seen in a while. He couldn’t believe his little cousins were old enough now to attend functions like this.

“This nigga freaked out already!”

One of Terry’s little cousins, Malik, who just turned 21 sucked his teeth at everyone laughing. Terry did notice the way he kept checking the door for the strippers every time it opened.

“They ain’t here yet, nigga!”

Mike entered the kitchen with enthusiasm and shades on. Terry caught the smell of weed on him when he approached his side. Terry picked up his trucker hat to clear some space from the kitchen island for more liquor bottles. A big ass bottle of Hennessy caught Terry’s eye. He was currently sipping on jungle juice.

“Got that shit that turn you into a beast, TJ. Real King Kong shit!” Mike shouted over the loud music.

“I see you came through,” Terry held the neck of the Hennessy bottle firm, veins in his arms popping out.

“We about to see TJ in rare form tonight!”

Terry shook his head at the men surrounding him all agreeing. He refused to let it get to him. He wasn’t the same tall, lanky kid from Red Stick. Wasn’t the same teenager who got picked on in the schoolyard for being too quiet or too nerdy. He was a grown ass man with intellect and vocabulary beyond the slang words and a muscle strength so powerful he could take down an entire room full of wannabe gangstas. But, he didn’t wear that on his sleeve. He remained stoic with his strong and silent presence. Tonight, however, he’d let himself enjoy what was to come. He had his money ready. He just hoped they were deserving of it.

He was a hard man to impress.

“Make yourself a stronger drink, Cousin. We got all night….”

Terry was more of a bourbon guy. But there wasn’t any around and he refused to bring his good shit for everybody to help themselves to. He poured Hennessy into his cup and took a sip. It was cool.

He sauntered towards the spread of party food they had catered. The smells made his mouth water. He grabbed himself a plate and piled fried chicken, smoked turkey greens, gator bites, mac and cheese, and whatever else he could fit. Today was his cheat day.

Terry ate his food while standing, catching bits and pieces of conversation here and there. On one end of the room, a group of men, most likely Mike’s friends, were laughing at whatever was on one of their phones. Across from him in the kitchen, there’s a debate about which they’d prefer: no ass and big titties or a big ass and no titties. Terry snorted. Childish behavior.

Tha Biz-, the Bizness

Uh, I like a long-haired, thick redbone

Open up her legs, then filet mignon that pussy

I'ma get in and on that pussy

If she let me in, I'ma own that pussy…

Terry didn’t care much for the mac and cheese. Too dry and not enough flavor. Every thing else was delicious. He tossed his plate and excused himself to the bathroom. He climbed the stairs to the guest bathroom instead of the basement because he was informed that the basement was reserved for the ladies who plan to entertain them tonight.

He relieved himself and flushed before washing his hands. He checked himself in the mirror making sure he hadn’t stained his new shirt.

“Ladies Ladies Ladies!”

Terry could overhear the commotion downstairs.

“The basement is all yours…hey, Keisha, lookin’ good…nice to meet you…don’t worry, the groom ain’t here right now he went out back…”

That sounded like Mike’s best man and bestfriend, Cliff.

“Take your time ladies…don’t rush the process…we won’t complain TRUST ME…”

Terry left the bathroom and walked down the stairs at the same moment they closed the basement door behind them. His eyes that appeared blue–green in the dim light scanned the room, taking in the eager and impatient looks on the faces of men ready to throw cash.

“Fuck you mean they gotta get ready? Type of shit is this here?” One dude complained.

“They work at Crazy Horse, Bruda, you know how them dancers are.”

“Busted and dusted,” Another replied with a drunk cackle.

Terry held up the wall, cup in hand, tripping off of the conversation.

“Kiesha thick ass can get this anytime, anywhere…but that one that walked in last? Man…”

The man that spoke, short in height with a bald fade and teeth lined with gold caught Terry’s eyes and shook his head as he blew air out his cheeks. Terry smirked into his cup.

“She the truth. I wanna see what she do…”

“She one a ‘dem pretty natural ones…rare.”

That interested Terry. He paid closer attention.

“Probably taste like sugar.”

“Im’a put my tongue in it!”

Cliff cracked the door to the basement. He stuck his head between the opening and shouted down the steps. Terry could hear him communicating with one of the dancers. He shut the door quickly and motioned for his friend to pause the music.

“I’m a grab Mike. It’s about to go down.”

He did the Birdman hand rub as he rushed away to collect the groom. The room started to flood with the others, all too anxious to get a glimpse and participate in the fun. Terry pat his back pocket, feeling the folded stack of cash he’d brought. He had more tucked away in his wallet just in case. Mike entered the room cross–faded. He moved with unsteady legs and a bottle in hand, the contents almost spilling onto the carpet.

Terry grabbed the bottle and sat it down on a table.

“AIGHT! ITS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF YA’LL READY?!!!”

Someone activated the strobe lights and the room flooded with ultraviolet light. The melanin in the room looked a deep blue beneath the black lights. Terry knocked the rest of his drink back and sat his cup down next to the Hennessy bottle Mike was holding. From the corner of his eye, he could see someone carrying a chair out from the dining room. They forced Mike to sit, Terry laughing at his cousin’s goofy smile.

Ear Drummers

Strippers

Mike WiLL Made-It

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance…

The door opened and Terry locked his eyes forward, cupping his mouth and howling along with the others.

——

Aaliyah couldn’t control her indecisive habits if she tried. She’d spent majority of her day into the early afternoon cleaning and now her room looked like a disaster. It was nearing eight and she still couldn’t decide what to wear! Keisha was gonna kill her ass…

Aaliyah flipped through her clear tote filled with old outfits from her stripper days. She was about to give up and settle for a neon green fishnet set until she spotted a bright pink holster top with matching bottoms. There were hot pink fishnets with the back cut out for her ass that she could pair with it. Oh! pink pasties over the nipples would spice it up real nice. Aaliyah remembered her seven inch stiletto heels with rhinestone fringes. Perfect. She quickly grabbed it and worked as fast as she could, glancing at her phone.

So far, Keisha hadn’t called her. Aaliyah slipped off her satin, black robe and flung it over the chair situated in front of her vanity. She already applied her body oil with the aroma of fresh peaches blended perfectly with a hint of the tropics creating this rich, sweet, sultry scent. Her favorite fairy dust body powder clung to her soft skin and glittered in the light like diamonds.

Aaliyah tied the last tight bow on her bottoms before sitting to slip on her heels. She decided to go with a light beat, not wanted to wear anything too heavy and end up sweating it all off. She tapped the screen of her phone and with twenty minutes left, she swooped her edges and sprayed oil sheen over her two, long braids. Her French tip fingers smoothed down as much frizz as she could to keep it neat.

Situated in front of her body length mirror, Aaliyah admired the final look. Lastly, she tugged on a white, bodycon dress with a sway of her hips.

Buzz Buzz…Buzz Buzz…

“Hello?”

“I’m outside. Diamond and Precious is in the back. You ready?”

“Yeah,” Aaliyah grabbed a pair of black, thong flip flops, “heading out now.”

She ended the call and with one final sweep of her room, she turned off the lights and headed straight for the door. Stanley cup in the crease of her arm, she locked her front door. Aaliyah angled her body, descending the stairs carefully. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened a year ago. She sprained her ankle so bad she couldn’t dance for two months.

Kiesha rolled the window down to her Hellcat, smoke billowing out. Aaliyah rolled her eyes. She did not want weed smell lingering on her. Keisha leaned over and opened the door since Aaliyah’s hands were full. She climbed in and shut the door, Keisha not waiting a moment longer before hitting the gas hard. Aaliyah looked over at Keisha with a mug on her face while her friend laughed.

She noticed that she was the only one ready. Aaliyah looked back at Diamond and Precious. Redbone Diamond had her bubble gum pink frontal pinned up while holding a Hello Kitty compact mirror as steady as she could, drawing on her thin eyebrows. She had on a matching camouflage, short set. Aaliyah recognized that set from Fashion Nova. Her eyes moved towards Precious. Precious was a tiny girl. Petite and spunky. She had a buz cut dyed blonde. She was wearing her outfit beneath a tube dress while puffing on a fat blunt. Her eyes squinted at Aaliyah before giving her a toothy grin filled with braces.

“How ya’ll been?” Aaliyah asked.

“Good!” Diamond replied.

“Straight! How ‘bout you?” Precious said.

“Been good. Dealing wit’ school. Good to see ya’ll. Ready for tonight?”

“Can’t wait!”

“Turnt!” Diamond shouted before snapping her mirror shut, “Pass that here…”

Aaliyah relaxed into her seat.

“Girl, you told me to be ready by eight. Why the fuck you ain’t dressed?”

Keisha reached back, accepting the blunt while one–hand whipping the car.

“Cliffy told me we could use the basement if we needed to. I brought all the goods just in case. The coochie spray for Diamond—”

“BITCH don’t get hurt!”

Aaliyah chuckled.

“You got your LED plug?” Keisha asked Aaliyah excitedly.

Aaliyah dragged her upper teeth over her bottom lip with a mischievous smile.

“Nasty bitch….lemme see it.”

Aaliyah leaned her body against the door so her meaty buns could face Keisha. She lifted her white bodycon dress over her cakes and with one hand, she spread one hefty cheek. There, buried in her ass, was the LED plug. It lit up like a pair of sketchers. Keisha giggled.

“Girrrrrlllllllllll I told Cliff about you…”

Aaliyah fixed herself and straightened up in her seat.

“Keisha, don’t set me up with no nigga. No more of that shit.” Aaliyah retorted.

“I didn’t set you up. He remembers you from Crazy Horse. When he used to show up on Tuesdays…”

“Keish, not that nigga…he ugly and his breath stank. You know exactly what to do to piss me off!”

Diamond and Precious cackled in the back seat.

“His dick big.” Keisha replied as if that would change Aaliyah’s mind.

“Bitch, big dick, little dick, a dick made out of the purest gold if phat ma don’t get wet and this heart don’t skip a beat I’m not finna give you my time. That shit is crazy…”

“You shake ass for an ugly nigga though.” Keisha argued back.

“THEY PAYIN’ ME! Girl…” Aaliyah kissed her teeth, fixing her lash extensions because the windows are rolled down, “How far out?”

“Ten minutes.”

They rode in silence the rest of the way while blasting a bounce mix. Keisha’s Hellcat slowed to a stop in front of a cute little house with a lengthy drive way. Kiesha parked on the grass and killed the ignition. She gave the blunt one final hit before tossing it out the window. The ladies exited the car and before the went inside, Keisha had an idea for them to take some pics and video before heading in. Aaliyah acted as photographer and videographer while Diamond, Precious and Keisha did their thing.

When they finished, Keisha begged Aaliyah to do a video. Aaliyah scoped out the area and yanked her dress off, darting to stand next to a white SUV parked haphazardly on the front lawn. Keisha moved her phone in different angles, Aaliyah staring back at her with a hand on the car and her ass moving like a tidal wave.

“Damn, mama…show out!”

Diamond and Precious clapped their hands in time to Aaliyah’s twerking.

“Cool it nah,” Aaliyah shooed them off before putting her dress back on, “You see that?”

The other ladies followed her gaze through the windows of the home. They all gawked at the amount of men throughout that house.

“Dayummmmm…we leaving chubby tonight. Money, money, money!” Diamond said.

This was Aaliyah’s vibe. Although she had a ball at the fire station, nothing compared to a room full of black men. She grinned beautifully and squealed. They grabbed their things and Aaliyah was last to trail behind because she forgot her thong flip flops. Keisha knocked on the door boldly and it opened two seconds later.

It was Cliff.

He hugged Keisha and kissed her cheek. Cliff did the same greeting for Diamond and Precious. However. He held his hand out for Aaliyah. Her sultry eyes flicked to Keisha then back at Cliff. She accepted his hand and he guided her inside softly, his eyes scanning her body.

“Liyah Alllure…mmm, mmm, mmm…”

“Hey you,” Aaliyah titled her head in greeting with a sweet smile.

“Still just as gorgeous…happy you could join us tonight.”

“Happy to be here…”

“Ladies Ladies Ladies!”

Some dude with a skinny frame and a gold grill greeted them. They all said hello, ignoring the men in the room eye–fucking them. Aaliyah could suffocate from their stares alone.

“The basement is all yours…hey, Keisha, lookin’ good…nice to meet you…don’t worry, the groom ain’t here right now he went out back…Take your time ladies…don’t rush the process…we won’t complain TRUST ME…”

Aaliyah remained close behind Precious as they disappeared into the basement. The door shut behind her with a soft click. They entered the finished basement and Aaliyah excused herself to the rest room. She’d been drinking water all day and needed to go before doing a bunch of dancing. Keisha got dressed while Precious and Diamond helped each other out on jewelry. Aaliyah exited the bathroom in just her pink, outfit with rhinestones to match her heels.

“How we goin’ in? One by one or?” Diamond questioned.

She was dressed in neon green. A full body fishnet outfit with black stilettos. Aaliyah was happy she decided on the ensemble she had on.

“One by one. I’m supposed to give the lap dance. After that, ya’ll come out. Simple.” Keisha said.

The intro to Bandz A Make Her Dance started playing.

“That’s me!” Keisha stood up. She was wearing a white cowgirl hat with a fringe bikini set to match and white stilettos. She reminded Aaliyah of Megan The Stallion with her blue hair cascading down her back.

Keisha climbed the stairs and when the door opened, howling and yelling pierced her ears. The other three ladies shared a look with each other and laughed.

“I’m a need some liquor.” Aaliyah said.

——

Terry’s bottom lip sat between his teeth to contain his laughter.

When the first girl entered, going by the name of Keisha, he loved her vibrant personality and spit fire attitude. Keisha had the men in that room foaming at the mouth. She sashayed over to Mike with that brazen attitude and revealing body. Ain’t no way in hell she could fit that white bikini set and that was the point. Terry’s brows rose in surprise at Keisha straddling Mike. Her bountiful curves almost swallowed him while he was in that chair. Big ol’ ass and fat titties. That country thick you got lost in.

Terry grunted when she turned and made that big, fucking ass clap in Mike’s face. His thick brows knitted together and he shared a look with a friend before chuckling. Mike didn’t know what do to. He kept his hands to his sides, grasping the back legs of the chair he was stuck in.

“All that ass, Mike!”

“You better get it in while you can!”

“Suffocate that nigga, Keisha!”

“You good down there groom?” Keisha teased.

Money flew in the air when she plucked her top off. When them titties dropped, Terry’s large hand stuffed into his back pocket. He didn’t make it rain yet, he was waiting for Keisha to do something special. The body was crazy, but where’s the tricks?

“Throw that shit, TJ.” His friend nudged him with his elbow.

Terry ignored him.

Keisha stood up and went down to the floor in front of Mike in a split. She made those twin globes dribble and that was good enough to earn some of his cash. Terry leaned over the back of Mike’s chair and flicked two Benjamin’s on her. He watched it connect with that ass before falling to the floor. Keisha arched forward and spread her cheeks before going into a head stand.

She shook her legs and clicked her heels before dropping into another split.

“THERE YOU GO!”

“Baby going stupid…”

“Buku ass…”

Terry remained close. Keisha’s eyes locked onto him and it was enough to bring her to her feet. Terry held her steady gaze, a smirk teasing his thick lips.

“You a pretty nigga, ain’t you?” Keisha walked up on him with her hands on her hips, “What’s your name?!”

“TJ.” Terry replied.

Keisha pushed her breasts up with her fists in his face.

“Like what you see with those green eyes. A pretty boi like you ain’t used to a woman like me, huh?”

Terry’s tongue grazed his bottom lip and he locked on to the dizzying motion of her fat tits. Bringing his eyes back on her, he displayed a bill and sat it in the crease. Keisha leaned forward and grabbed the money with her teeth.

“Keep impressin’ me and there’s more for you…”

Keisha had to blink out of a trance. Terry had this unspoken power that rendered her speechless. To top it all off, that deep baritone shot straight to her clit.

“Come get this money, baby!”

Keisha pulled herself away from Terry, but not before dragging a hand down his chest. The look in her hazel eyes told him she wanted to do more than give him a lap dance.

She wanted to spin on that dick.

The door pushed open and the next girl to enter had pink hair. She was a cutie.

“I’m Diamond…”

When she turned, Terry looked away.

A BBL. A bad one at that.

He folded his money back up and made his way to where he stood earlier. The other men in the room were probably so used to seeing it that it didn’t even phase them. Terry watched Diamond do her thing. She hit the splits, shook that ass as best she could, but it was boring. Terry filled his cup and just vibed, laughing at the way some of the men in the room went bonkers over her. Even Mike was stuck. Mouth wide and eyes equally wide.

Next came a tiny girl that showed off acrobatic skills and flexibility. Terry had his money out again and he made it rain on her. She made that little booty shake. Keisha was making her way around, grinding and talking shit. Diamond allowed some of the men to grab ass. The three women scoped out Terry and winked at him. He played nice with Diamond and slipped her a crisp bill. With the tiny one named Precious, he tipped more.

“Where’s Liyah?!”

Cliff scanned the room. Another girl?

“There’s more?! Ahhh shit…”

——

Aaliyah watched from the bottom of the stairs as Precious made her entrance. She wrung her hands and exhaled a sigh. She didn’t know what to expect past those doors. Aaliyah applied more gloss and with a shaky hand, she grasped the railing and climbed. They kept the light off to avoid being spotted right away. Aaliyah stared through the crack of the door at Precious working the room.

So many…so many men.

The floor was covered with money.

She allowed her eyes to scan, taking everything in. As her eyes swept past the groom in his chair, she couldn’t see the entire room because of the door, but the sound of Cliff’s voice let her know it was time.

“Where’s Liyah?!”

“Put on her old intro!”

That was Keisha’s voice.

Aaliyah felt her nerves settle. The blacklights and the song reminded her of Crazy Horse. This was her walk out song….

Waka Flocka Ft. Roscoe Dash–No Handz Instrumental.

With one hand Aaliyah pushed open that door and stepped one shaky leg out past the darkness. The ultraviolet light caused her skin to twinkle and the blue hue made the pink she wore pop. She fully came into view, her tongue curled up over her top teeth to tease and those ‘come fuck me eyes’ staring into the faces of horny men with the money she wanted.

She allowed her body to rock to the beat. Aaliyah turned her back on everyone, brought her hands up, and gave them a thunderous applause with that beautiful ass before arching her back. She twerked those honey buns and looked back at it before a lusty smile appeared on her lips. Both hands twirled her braids while she rocked those hips.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Bounce, Bounce, Bounce

*clap clap clap*

Nobody wasted time throwing money. She could work that entire room on her own. Aaliyah got down on her hands and knees, crawling like a jungle cat before turning to show off that LED plug while twerking.

“You see that shit?!”

“Hot damn!”

“Fuck, she’s nice.”

“C’mere pretty lady…”

“Freaky girl!”

That song…she owned it.

She staked her claim on it.

She spread those legs on her back and gyrated, thighs separated and the barely there crotch of her pink bikini covering her meaty pussy lips. She rubbed the money that rained down on her into her pussy and around her breasts. They…were…obsessed.

The way she looked at you, it made you feel like the only man in the world worthy of her attention.

How nasty she talked…

“I better see some thick bulges tonight, boys…”

On her feet, Aaliyah strutted dangerously slow, further into the crowd of men. As her eyes swept, she came across a pair of blue eyes that reminded her of a bottle of Hypnotiq beneath the blacklights. Too familiar…

Holy FUCKING shit…

She tried to mask her surprise but his was so boldly present.

The Professor.

His jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through his veins leaving him momentarily stunned. To others, it could seem as if Terry was so overwhelmed with how motherfucking fine Aaliyah is that he couldn’t even function. She knew the real reason. She simmered down her astonishment as best as she could and turning away, focusing on a cute guy with thick locs to his shoulders.

Her heart raced. Panic consumed her.

She had no time to panic.

“Prettiest thang in Louisiana…”

Aaliyah cupped her breasts covered in nipple tape and licked her lips. She could feel Terry’s gaze burning a hole into the side of her face. She was nervous. Oh so nervous. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Everybody was too drunk or too hype to take notice.

all except Professor Richmond. He could see right through her.

What the fuck was he doing here of all places?!

She blended in with her girls and tried her best to shield herself from Terry’s view.

That intensity in his eyes this time around left her shaken up.

Aaliyah pushed herself to perform. The space was too cramped. They scattered to watch her hit a clean split and when she glanced over her shoulder, Terry was right there. Like he appeared out of thin air.

He was standing above her. Towering over her. She had no choice but to look up.

Aaliyah couldn’t hide. She couldn’t if she tried.

“Back up, TJ. I’m tryna see all that…”

He was shoved to the side and Aaliyah felt the rain of money on her while she avoided Terry’s hard eyes zeroed in on her ass. He was so stuck.

Her breath hitched at the way he looked at her. Like he wanted to ravage her.

Her eyes glided down his frame and she loved the way he dressed. He looked delectable.

“Arch that back, bitch…”

“Yeahhhh…”

Aaliyah grabbed her ankles and made each cheek dance on its own. The heavy bass and quick melody of the bounce song compelled her to shake some ass.

The sound of her pulse in her ears drowned out the music. She locked eyes with him again and for once she grew timid. His eyes drank her in and when she lifted one leg up to pop that ass he chewed on that lip and tilted his head to see how that pussy looked from that angle.

You like what you see, huh?

“You got skills baby…Think you can show me more?”

Terry cut his eyes at the men circling Aaliyah.

Things were turning up like a raging storm.

“Pull that pussy part…”

They wanted to see her pussy. Aaliyah giggled and trailed a finger between her legs before rubbing it against one of their noses. They enjoyed that way too much. He tried to suck on that finger but Terry yoked him up by the wrist. The dread head looked at Terry like he was asking for a death wish.

“We don’t touch unless they say so…remember the rules.”

“Let go, nigga. I don’t need you tellin’ me what the fuck to do…”

“Woah, woah, woah…”

Aaliyah used that opportunity to disappear. A prickling sensation shot up her spine. She slipped down into the basement and hid herself within the darkness.

She needed a second.

“Get it together, Liyah…”

Aaliyah picked up a shorty bottle of Paul Masson Peach and took a long swig. She recapped the drink and scrunched her face from the burn. Aaliyah shook out her hands to stop them from trembling. How was she going to show her face in class on Wednesday?

All she would be able to think about was the shock on his face. There was no turning back. Aaliyah drank some more. She needed the liquor to get her through the rest of the night. The door to the basement opened and Keisha appeared. She had a look of concern on her face.

“Li–Li. You okay?”

“I’m fine, Keisha. Go back up. I was just feeling a little queasy that’s all.”

“Some shit was about to pop off. Did they touch you without your consent?”

“It’s cool. I’ll be up…”

“Don’t lie to me Li–Li…”

Aaliyah gave Keisha a reassuring smile.

“No reason to lie, mamas. I’m feeling better,” Aaliyah pushed herself up, “C’mon…”

——

Frozen.

When that door pushed open and she crept out like a sex goddess, he almost spilled his cognac.

Aaliyah?

The small hairs across his arms stood on end. Desire rushed in the moment the initial shock faded.

*clap clap clap*

Gahdamn…

He knew it. He fucking knew it.

That body outta be in a museum. This fine ass woman held a confidence so powerful he could bend at her will.

Terry Richmond sucked in a breath when her eyes connected with his.

He saw the power drain from her like Superman to Kryptonite. Terry’s chest grew tight. She drew in closer, his mouth unhinged. The glitter on her skin and the smell of her sweet fragrance made the big boy between his legs react.

Down boy…

He fought the urge to palm his bulge because it was growing out of his control. He didn’t know where to look first. Those titties sat up round and perfect. That ass was so fat he wanted to sink his teeth in it. Leave his imprint on that thick fucking shit. His eyes still lit up like Miracle on 34th Street from the glow emitting from that asshole.

Freak nasty.

He was speechless. His star pupil is a Stripper.

The biggest plot twist.

Terry wanted her even more. He wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay and she didn’t need to feel embarrassed or afraid. He could sense she was trying to avoid him as she moved around the room.

Terry needed her to know that he liked what he saw.

They weren’t in his classroom. It was okay to free her inhibitions and show him what Liyah Allure is all about. He found her popping ass and talking shit.

“Tip me, daddy…”

“You want it?”

“Don’t just stare at me. Spoil me…”

Honeyed voice as smooth as silk. Terry drew in closer and allowed himself to be consumed by her.

The glitter on her skin looked edible and if he could lick every single fleck off with his tongue he would.

The dip in her spine leading down to a full ass with hips and thighs to match told him she could take it deep and it would be a warm, tight, wet paradise.

He did say he wanted to escape somewhere tropical…

Those two braids would be anchored around his hands while he drilled deep with every goddamn stroke of his fat dick.

Unh…Unh…Unh…

Make her weep on his dick.

Professor…Professor…Don’t stop…

There she was.

Those eyes focused on him again and he saw the hint of shyness.

“I wanna pull that pussy part…”

Something primal and predatory sparked within him. Aaliyah stroked her lower lips with a single finger and shoved that finger against Darrell’s nose.

Darrell tried to take it too far.

Terry was quicker.

He wrapped his large hand around Darrell’s wrist with a vice grip similar to a boa constrictor. He would knock the daylights outta Darrell and leave him slumped over if he so much as put that finger in his mouth.

Darrell was stunned by Terry’s strength and the fact that he couldn’t break free. Weak ass nigga…

She disappeared.

Mike came over to settle down the growing altercation and with a pat on Terry’s back, he walked away in search of Aaliyah. She was nowhere in sight.

Terry waited for about ten minutes and then she resurfaced from the basement with Keisha. She probably needed a moment to gather her thoughts and energy. His presence stumped her.

Aaliyah scanned the room until she found Terry.

She got down on her hands and knees and popped ass in a split. Nobody else in that room mattered. She locked in on him from across the room. Terry sipped his drink and watched her.

“Who wants a private show?!”

Keisha pointed at Terry.

He gave a quick nod of his head. Keisha was about to be let down. He ain’t want nobody but Aaliyah. She was getting the rest of his money tonight. She deserves it and so much more. And when Terry gets his hands on her…

“I’ll take one. But I want her.”

Aaliyah saw the cash in his hand and smiled.

“Only if she ain’t scared.”

Aaliyah couldn’t believe he just said that.

“I get the impression she likes to tease…”

Aaliyah walked up to Terry with a seductive look in her eyes. He held onto her gaze with his money on display.

“Your call, beautiful.”

Aaliyah stared at him for another moment before taking him by the hand and down into the basement.

——

Terry allowed her to guide him. They headed towards the sofas, silence hanging between them. Aaliyah turned fully to face him before Terry took a seat. Without taking his eyes off of her, he placed his cup on the table and settled back into the cushion. Terry spread his thighs and with one hand over the top of the couch, the other smoothed down his left thigh invitingly. Aaliyah dropped her eyes to his lap and with a faint smile, she took a seat where his hand once was.

Aaliyah watched him spread his money out across his other thigh. She parted her glossy lips a fraction, eyeing nothing but one hundred dollar bills. Her eyes lit up. Terry looked up at her with low, lust filled eyes and a sly smirk. He removed his glasses with one hand and folded it against his chest before sitting it on the table, all while staring at her.

She looked at him.

He looked at her.

“…I don’t know what to say…”

Aaliyah’s eyelashes fluttered as she blinked away from him. Terry used his thumb to gently pull her attention back towards him.

“I should be embarrassed right now…”

Terry was trying to keep his composure but her breasts in his face was melting his cool exterior.

“Aaliyah…I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. I’m not judging you…”

She giggled nervously, “maybe not…but this was so unexpected, ya know?”

“Very. How long have you been doing this?”

Aaliyah stared heavenward shyly while deep in thought. He liked seeing her like this. It was another side to her he enjoyed.

“Well…this in particular…it’s my second time. Stripping…I did it for about five years before I quit Crazy Horse a year ago…now I just film content and work Verizon part time.”

Her eyes connected with his again.

“So…what do ya want me to do? A lap dance? What?”

Terry trailed his eyes down her body.

“Do whatever makes you feel comfortable…”

Terry’s hand molded into her back. Aaliyah shivered. The feeling of his hand on her skin was exhilarating.

She stood, facing Terry. He placed his money beside him, and his hands out of the way. Aaliyah straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders. She looked down at him with a slow blink and the erotic smile she gave him forced his hands into fists.

“Have you ever had a lap dance before, Professor?”

“…Call me Terrence.”

“…Terrence…”

“Once. It wasn’t memorable.” Terry responded with a hushed tone.

He reclined his head back slightly and stared up into her eyes with practiced restraint.

Aaliyah gave him a mean whine over his crotch. Her chest would graze his goatee ever so slightly. He had to stop his tongue from poking out to drag between those titties.

“Ooh, that’s too bad…is this okay?”

That melodic voice…

“You’re doin’ just fine, Miss Aaliyah.”

Terry flexed his fingers. Aaliyah looked down at his hands.

“Can I admit something?” Aaliyah asked with a sultry smile.

“What’s that?”

Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled softly. She blinked away briefly before her eyes met his again.

“What?” Terry pushed.

“I think about you every day…”

“Enough to stick around after class?”

Aaliyah’s bottom lip sat between her teeth. Terry smiled.

“Why did you turn me down?” He questioned.

Aaliyah dragged her hands down his chest and stilled her hips. Terrence rested his hands on the sides of her thighs. He couldn’t resist. Aaliyah didn’t protest.

The feel of her against his hands. The heft of her on him. The images he pictured in his mind…

“I’m not an easy girl, Terrence. You gotta work harder for me. I wanted you to…”

“Chase you.” Terry concluded with an elevated brow.

“May seem silly but…it turns me on.”

“I wonder what else turns you on…”

“That brain of yours,” Aaliyah trailed her fingers through his short, soft curls, “Your passion…expressive hands…your voice…those eyes…”

Terry licked his lips, “I would have chased you and went along with your lil’ game. If that means I get to play with you in the end…”

His eyes dropped to her lips.

“You do this…tongue bite thing…I like that…” Terry said.

“What else you like?” Aaliyah asked softly, doing exactly what Terry liked. Displaying the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Moving it back and forth…

“Everything about you…you’re so damn sexy…the way you look at me just…Aaliyah, you’re aware of your beauty. That confidence lights a fire under me, baby…”

“I’m baby?”

“Mhm, the prettiest baby…”

Aaliyah played with his Cuban link. Terry’s right thumb stroked the beauty mark below her lip.

Terry groped her thigh with his free hand and glided it up to her waist. He used his thumb to trace circles into her soft skin.

“I don’t like how you put your finger on Darrell’s nose.”

“You wish it were you? Darrell didn’t get a lap dance…”

Aaliyah lifted from his lap and turned so that she was grinding against his tent with enough pressure to rub her pussy over it. The hard bulge against her fat, lower lips caused her to moan.

Terry threw money over her, his ears enjoying the way her moans sounded so angelic despite her naughty actions.

After all, she is The Dark Angel.

“Aaliyah…”

That signature look back would have had him busting a fat ass nut in his jeans.

The way she moved her hips on him.

“I want you so fuckin’ bad…”

“I know.”

She smiled.

Aaliyah stood from his lap and Terry groaned deep.

“Times up.”

He glared at her with lust and frustration. Aaliyah leaned over him with her hands on the back of the couch. Their eyes connected and her glossy lips feathered over his.

“Until next time…I think I’m free for that lunch on Wednesday…”

She brought her lips to his cheek and with her jeweled tongue, Aaliyah dragged it over his ear tantalizingly slow. She pushed away from him and Terry stood from the couch. He fixed his attire while Aaliyah stared up at him with faux innocence and her hands crossed behind her back. She swayed back and forth, parting her lips to rest her tongue in the corner of her mouth.

“It’s a date.”

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     October was always busy. It’s when the holidays started and it became busy. Minho didn’t have much to do in the autumn season but dreaded the impending stress. Office holiday parties that he only survived because of his wife and their daughter. His favorite two girls in his life. His eight-year-old seemed to always steal the show. Wanting to be the center of attention which he was okay with. Whatever she wanted, he’d do for her. 

     His wife managed all the conversations at parties while he stood by her side and occasionally butted it. He didn’t know what he would do without her, especially when he was stressed. 

     He used to take the stress of holiday planning out during sex but it was hard with an eight-year-old. It was few and far between now, usually when she had a sleepover with her friends or at her grandparents. 

     Minho sighed as he sat back in his office chair, tired of reading company emails, when his phone rang. ‘Wife💍❤️’

     He smiled and picked up the Facetime call, “Hey,”

     “Hey, babe. You okay?”

     “Yeah. Just work emails. What’s up?”

     “Soojin is spending the weekend with my parents.” His ears perked up at that

     “Any reason why you're telling me this?” Minho smiled as she giggled a bit.

     “No reason. Just keeping you up to date on our baby.” Y/n said

     “Hi Daddy!” he heard his daughter say before she afforded on the screen

     “Hi, baby.” Minho smiled

     “I’m spending the weekend with grandma and grampa!” the little girl happily told her dad.

     “What are you gonna do with them?”

     Minho spent the next few minutes listening to his daughter's plans for the weekend with her grandparents. Where they were going to go and do, etc. All until he heard her grandparents pick her up.

     “Bye Daddy! I love you!” Soojin said and blew him a kiss.

     “Bye, baby. Have fun this weekend.”

     “I will!” she said

     “I’ll call you right back,” Y/n told him before the couple said their I love you’s and she hung up. Minho sat in his chair and looked at the time. Fifteen more minutes and he was off. Then he could go home to his wife. 

     He picked up as soon as she called again. “You didn’t say it because she was in the room.” he pointed out.

     “Actually, she was running into the room because she heard her dad on the phone.” Y/n corrected him

     “Whatever,” Minho rolled his eyes, “But, we're good this weekend?”

     “Min, free use means whenever, wherever. You could tell me to come to the office when she’s at school or at a friend’s house.”

     “This telling me this now?”

     “It's been allowed for years. We used to meet up like that before her.”

     “I remember. Do you know how many times I yelled at my staff to let you in my office?”

     “Don't even get me started on that pick-me of a secretary. I was going to pull her hair out of her scalp every time I saw her.”

     “She was a temp they sent me. She annoyed the hell out of me every time she spoke.”

     “And ignore your wedding ring. And slut-shamed me in front of Soojin.”

     “I'm surprised you didn't do anything then.”

     “Because I had a toddler in my arms.”

     “I’m sure she got fired from that temp company.”

     “Good.”

     The two talked for a few more minutes before he hung up to drive home. Telling her he’d see her soon. Y/n smiled as he hung up. She hadn’t originally planned for her daughter to spend the weekend with her parents but they had called and asked if they could take her for the weekend and her daughter pleaded to go, so how could she say no? Now she had a weekend with her husband without their daughter around. 

     She didn’t have much to do around the house. She had her daughter clean up her toys before she left and she had done most of the cleaning earlier in the day. As well as doing the grocery shopping when her daughter was in school. She had a few minutes till she had to start dinner anyway but she was debating on just ordering in since she didn’t have to worry about their daughter and could have whatever they wanted. And if she knew her husband, she wasn’t going to have time to cook once he got home.

     She pulled up her food delivery app and found one of their favorite restaurants and put in their orders. She didn’t think the food would get here before her husband did but they still needed to eat. It was a gamble she was willing to take.

     She heard the front door open about ten minutes later then a “thank you.” Y/n looked over at her husband as he walked into the living room with their food delivery. “Ordered takeout?” Minho asked as he kissed her.

     “Didn’t feel like cooking since we don’t have a kid to feed,” Y/n told him before taking the bag from him and then walking to the kitchen. “How was work?”

     “Fine, same old stuff,” Minho sighed as he set his bag on the counter.

     “Go sit down then. I’ll bring over the food.”

     “And let you do all the work?”

     “I’m a housewife for a reason.” Y/n gently pushed him toward the living room again just for him to grab her wrists and pull her into his chest.

     “And we don’t have a kid this weekend,” Minho smiled

     “No, but I still have a husband to take care of,” Y/n told him

     “I’m sorry, who took care of who when we got together?” Minho questioned

     “Okay but now it’s my turn,” Y/n argued back

     Minho gave her one more kiss before going into their room and getting out of his suit. Taking a quick shower, threw on some sweats and a T-shirt, and came back to his wife. The two settled in for the night with their food, a couple of glasses of wine, and their recent TV show binge. Just relaxing before heading up to bed.

     Minho brushed his teeth while his wife took a quick shower and got into her pajamas before they crawled into bed. The cats joined them on the bed once the lights were turned off. Though they were gone in the morning. He looked over at his wife and smiled at her sleeping form. It was rare that they got mornings like this now. So he was going to take advantage of it. 

     He cuddled into her and kissed her shoulder as his hand held her hip. Then he realized there wasn’t fabric underneath the nightgown. He peeled back the covers and lifted up her gown. Proving himself correct. He smiled as he laid the fabric over her ass and repositioned her leg, rubbing his fingers between her folds, finding them already slightly wet. 

     The businessman pulled his fingers away and then pulled down his sweats just enough to get his dick out. His morning erection was ready to go as he slowly pushed into her cunt. Hearing her moans while she still slept. His hands went to her chest, pulling the fabric down and exposing her breasts to him. He cupped them in his hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of her.

     “Min,” Y/n moaned, slowly waking up as his thrusting sped up

     “Planning on telling me you went to bed without any panties on? Hoping I just notice?” He asked

     “You did,” Y/n groaned

     “You’re right baby. I did,” Minho nipped at her shoulder before pulling out and fully turning her on her stomach. Y/n yelped a bit as he pushed himself back into her and pushed his sweats down more. Going right back to thrusting into her and intertwining their fingers together. His hips snapped into her ass, drawing his eyes to the fat and watching it bounce a bit. “Naughty girl.” he chuckled as he took a hand and brought it down on the skin.

     “Min!” Y/n yelped

     “Get to make you as loud as I want now. Got no one to wake up if we get too loud,” Minho laughed, watching her bury her face in the pillow.

     He laid against her back and got his free hand under her, pulling her head up and gripping her next, “But you like when you’re forced to be quiet. How many office Christmas parties did we sneak away from just to fuck in my office or a bathroom?”

     “A lot.” Y/n choked out

     “Probably the best Christmas parties I’ve been to,” Minho kissed her shoulder as she squeezed around him. “Horny girl already going to cum? Did you have a nice dream about me fucking you last night? That why you were wet this morning?”

     He watched as she nodded. He kept up with his pace as her walls pulsed around him. He squeezed her neck just a little tighter and that brought on the floodgates. Her walls squeezed him tight, pulling him in, as she rode her high. Minho kept going through it and released her neck, letting her catch her breath as his high overcame him. Cursing as he pumped his cum into her like he was trying to get her pregnant again.

     Once he was sure he had finished, he pulled out and rolled his wife over, pecking her lips and finally saying good morning to her.

     “Should wake me up like that more often,” Y/n giggled

     “I’ll remember that next time I get a hard-on in the middle of the night.” Minho laughed with her.

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Hi I have a request for dad Lando where his teen daughter (or son idm what kid just preferably teens) comes home from school where she did like a mock test in schl and one of the physics questions mentioned F1 and Lando as an application question. But I can just imagine her coming home and telling Lando how weird that was. I saw this one tt that was a F1 physics question and got inspired 😂

(idk where u live but I'm from England and we have these mock exams where we get scenarios and we just have to apply our knowledge to the scenario in question idk if it's the same everywhere but just wanted to clarify 😭)

The Mock Exam

Summary— Luka comes home and tells Lando about his Mock Exam

Warnings— he curses like once ; max and Lando curse

A/N— I do in fact live in the US so I had no idea what that was but thank you for the explanation!!! (I also did my own research)

Dad Lando List

Luka was studying his ass off for his Mock exam, yeah it wasn’t the real exam, but he really wanted to do good so he could race. Lando was streaming at home with Max while Luka was at school stressing out.

He got the exam and read each question carefully and answering to the best of his knowledge. It was easy for the most part, simple scenarios. He got to one and audibly laughed.

“Quiet please Mr. Norris.” The instructor said. Luka mumbled an apology and answered possibly the easiest question on the sheet. He had to explain how aerodynamics works in cars. He had gotten this lesson from his dad multiple times.

Possibly his longest answer was that one, going into details about slipstreams and such. He finished the exam and was dismissed. He got home and set all his books down.

“Luka!” Lando called out. Luka followed the sound to the game/office Lando had set up. “Hey, how was school?” Lando asked, slightly focusing on his gameplay with Max.

“I think I did good on my mock exam, there was one question about car aerodynamics.” He was kind of excited to tell Lando. “I wrote like an essay on it.” He laughed.

“I bet, I’ve explained it to you a million times.” Lando laughed. He died in game and looked at Luka now. “Jeez you’re tall.” He said, sitting in his gaming chair looking up to his 16 year old was a different view of Luka.

“I don’t know where I get it from.” Luka shrugged jokingly and Max laughed on the other end of the call. “Oh shit, Max is on?” Luka asked. “Sorry, language.” Lando tapped his son’s head and smiled.

“Hope you don’t speak to your mum with that mouth.” Lando said. Luka and Max talk gaming and Luka takes his dad’s spot to show off. Max would include Luka in gameplay when Lando was busy.

“Dad what is this setup?” Luka asked. “It’s horrible.” He changed Lando’s settings and played like a pro gamer. “Another question on the Mock exam was about computer setups, I think I aced that too.” He causally mentioned. Lando laughed at the off topic comment and watched his son play.

“Ahh I’m dead, they’re in that blue warehouse.” Max said. Max was streaming live and his screen was focused on Luka’s. The stream, Lando, and Max watched Luka 1v3 and win. “Good shit.”

“Alright, alright, enough of you playing on my account.” Lando said, jealous his son was better than he was.

“I’ll join in a minute, I’m hungry.” Luka said, giving Lando a fist bump and heading out to make food. Max laughed and Luka spun around. “What?”

“That’s definitely your kid, he eats the entire fridge and then just fucking sleeps.” Max says. Lando laughs at the call out and Luka rolls his eyes.

Max and Luka stream anyone?

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[thatssonanii]

One

A/N: The support was overwhelming! I hope I can live up to expectations. Enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, physical contact, some smut. Excuse any typos. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Prologue

“Let me up and we can talk. No tricks, I promise.”

Ignoring the pleading in his brother's tone, Smoke pressed his knee further into Stack's back, the force making him grit his teeth.

“I'm ya twin, you know me,” Stack pleaded through labored breaths, “I always … always keep my promises … to you.”

Thoughts of past fulfilled promises flooded Smoke's mind allowing him to release a bit of the pressure off of his twin's back. Stack's shoulders slacked, finding a bit of relief. Badly, Smoke wanted tonight to have never happened, to have waited to have their opening, to have kicked that bitch Mary out on her ass the minute she stepped inside. Because if just one of those wants had become reality, Smoke's world wouldn't have crumbled in a matter of hours.

Just as he started to lean off of his brother, Annie's last moments flashed before him. The anguish then the peace in her eyes angered him. He couldn't save his baby and he couldn't save his wife. Annie was not only a casualty of his ineffective protection but of his twin's ineffective back bone. The anger grew stronger, pushing a monstrous yell out of Smoke as he applied more pressure onto Stack's back. 

“I'm still in here, I’m still Stack. Let's talk,” he paused trying to look over his shoulder, “It's just us in here. I wanna help. Remember the girl I told you bout from Tutwiler.”

“Bubba,” Delilah called out softly. She rubbed the back of his right hand with her left, coaxing him out of his thoughts. “Follow my voice. Come on back, Bubba.” She knelt between his open knees as he sat in her office chair. Still, she rubbed the back of his hand, her eyes on his face. 

Just as she had done since the day after he had showed up, Delilah brought him to her shop to keep an eye on him and make him feel useful. Smoke was great with numbers and his hands so he spent most of his time in her office or the backroom fixing whatever she needed. 

When too much time passed she sang softly to him. 

“When I began to feel so low,” she smiled a little, seeing his eyes flutter. “I didn't have a friend and no place to go. So if I ever …” 

With his left hand, Smoke instinctively reached for her throat wrapping each thick finger around it, squeezing tightly but Delilah didn't flinch. His eyes were still closed, she knew he hadn't fully come to so her hand continued to rub his until he snatched her wrist up. The pain shot through her but she ignored it in favor of helping him. She brought her right hand up to massage his right wrist to loosen his grip.

Moments passed, his nostrils flared and jaw ticked but she kept up with her movements. The office door flew open behind her, hitting against the wall and neither of them moved. She knew it was Angel, the thirteen year old girl that worked for her. Angel never knew how to enter a room quietly. 

“Ms. Delilah, a lady is askin’ for,” she stopped with a squeak. “Is he … Do I need to get Mista Lee?”

Delilah shook her head as best as she could. “No. Go.” She forced out, still focused on Smoke. 

Angel toyed with the hem of the frilly apron she wore. “Ya sure? He hurtin you again?”

“Door.” 

Taking the hint, Angel nodded scrambling to get ahold of the door knob. Just as loudly as she had come in, she left the same way. The slam jarred Smoke just enough that he opened his eyes, they landed right on Delilah. She continued to massage his wrist, smiling softly at him waiting for all of his bearings to return. The two maintained eye contact until his shoulders relaxed and his grip loosened then fell away from her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Did it again. ‘M sorry.”

Delilah remained in her spot now rubbing the backs of both Smoke's hands. “Ya know chokin’ me was cute the first time, maybe even the second, third and fourth but it's gettin’ old, Bubba. The same thing every day for two weeks and nothin new? That's no fun.” She joked softly. “I'm startin’ to think it's less about you likin’ me and more about you not likin’ my singin’. And here I was thinkin’ you was sweet on me.”

Despite her jokes, guilt sat heavily in his gut. This woman had taken him, a perfect stranger, into her business and her home yet all he had to offer was his demented, trauma induced outbursts. She dug the bullet out of his gut that should've killed him, that he wished would have and had been nursing him back to health ever since. Made sure he was clean, fed and clothed. All because Stack had told both of them about the other at points in time. 

He closed his eyes again but Delilah was quick to rub a knuckle into the middle of his chest. 

“Oh no ya don't.” She quipped.

He shook his head and willed his eyes open, wincing at her incessant digging into his chest. “I'm up, I'm good.”

She did it a few more seconds before pulling away resting her arms on his thighs smiling at him. Her brown eyes seemed to twinkle to Smoke, they were inviting. 

“So which is it, Bubba? You sweet on me or ya don't like my singin’?”

“Your voice is beautiful,” he mumbled, “Bessie Smith, right?”

“That's right. And thank you.”

Eye contact never made Smoke nervous, just the opposite. If you couldn't look him in his eyes when you spoke to him, he immediately decided that he couldn't trust you. Since the moment he woke in her office, Delilah always maintained eye contact whenever they spoke. It felt like she was staring into his soul. Smoke knew she wasn't though, if she was she wouldn't hesitate to put him out.

“Ya sweet on me then? That's what it is, Bubba?”

Ignoring the pain in his abdomen Smoke stood from the chair, holding her hands in his. “Come on, get off this floor, na. Don't needa be down thea.” 

Delilah allowed him to help her up from the floor and to continue holding her hands. No matter how much Smoke boasted about being fine alone and not needing to be around someone or have the choice to touch someone, Delilah knew neither of those statements were true. Whenever Smoke initiated small touches and when he leaned into her touches, she stayed quiet. No need in ruining something for him that he obviously needed. 

She tilted her head, her dimples now on full display for him. “Are you avoidin’ my question, Smoke?”

At the mention of his nickname, Smoke's eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at her. He gripped her hands tighter for a moment then stopped. Delilah noticed it all.

“Ain't that your name … Smoke?”

The door opened, much gentler this time, and in walked Jean, the fifteen year old girl that worked for Delilah. Slowly, she approached them and tapped Delilah on the shoulder. She attempted to pull her hands away from Smoke to turn and face Jean but he only let one hand go. 

“Everything okay?”

Jean's eyes were on Smoke, who was staring a hole into the side of Delilah's face. The girls that worked for Delilah were still getting used to having him around.

Delilah waved her free hand in front of the girl's face with a soft laugh. “Look here, child. I'm right here. He's not gonna hurt you or me. Tell me what you need.”

“Uh .. uh … Mista Frank out there. He say he only want you.”

She nodded. “Okay. Tell em I'm comin’. Go on.”

Smoke watched the girl leave then pulled Delilah's arm making her turn back to him. 

“Why she scared? She scared'a Frank?” He asked lowly.

She brushed it off. “Frank's mama barely taught em manners. He's no worry. Stay here, I'll be back.”

“I'm comin too.”

“And why you wanna do that?” She asked, trying to pull her other hand away from his grasp.

He pointed with his free hand. “He waitin’. Go head.”

She eyed him nodding. “Behave yaself, Smoke.”

Leaving her office, Delilah went to the front of her shop with Smoke not too far behind her. He leaned against the wall behind the checkout area, arms folded just watching everyone, specifically her.

Delilah momentarily placed a hand on Frank's arm to get his attention, smiling when he turned to her although he was frowning. She apologized for the wait, asking what she could do for him. 

“The wife is askin’ for the stuff ya gave me last time,” he grinned, gesturing to the shelves of spices. “Just get it so I can go before she have a fit.”

“Of course, Frank. Lemme grab them for ya.” She moved gracefully back and forth grabbing what she needed. “Are you gonna get bread too?”

Frank scoffed. “Did I ask for bread or did I ask for those dammed things?”

Without pause, Delilah nodded, leading him to checkout her smile, never wavering. She totaled his items up,  humming softly. 

“Ya married yet?”

She looked up briefly, her humming stopping for a moment. “Nope. Can't say that I am, Frank.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Probably cause the men heard about you. Don’t want a witch for a wife.”

Ignoring his comment, Delilah pushed the tally to him. “Three dollars, Frank.”

He grunted, pulling out his money to count the money out. Tossing the money across the counter at her, Frank snatched the bag from the counter.

“Next time, don't take so long.” He spat, turning to leave. 

Smoke quickly bent down to get the fallen money, handing it to her. “He always act like that?” He asked, watching Frank push the two girls out of his way to get out of the shop.

“Yeah but it's okay. It's once every two weeks and he's gone.”

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on Frank as he stood on the sidewalk talking outside of Delilah's shop. 

“I'a be back.”

Delilah grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “No. You're gonna stay right here.”

“Let go, Delilah.”

She pulled him closer to her, lacing their fingers as their hands hung behind the counter. She ignored his protesting, keeping her stare on Frank through her shop windows. Smoke followed her stare. A couple stood blocking Frank's driver side door, the woman more than the man prompting Frank to roughly snatch her out of the way. The man immediately jumped into action abandoning the conversation he was having grabbing Frank by the collar, shaking him violently. 

“Good don't come to those who do bad.” Delilah whispered. She squeezed his hand. “Maybe one day he'll learn. Girls, you go on home, the sun should be settin’ in another hour.”

Angel and Jean gathered their things bidding Delilah goodbye. The girls hesitated for a moment before offering Smoke a small wave of goodbye to which he nodded. Delilah cleaned as quickly as she could so they could leave.

“Come on, we need to go down to Richard's shop. Your things should be ready,” she informed him, opening the door. She waited until he walked out to follow him and lock up. “I know you're tired of my brother's clothes.”

Smoke glanced down at the long sleeved beige Henley and slacks then shrugged at her. “Not picky. That was Stack's thing.”

“Oh trust me, I know it was. It's nothing like having your own thigh. But if Stack dressed you anything like he dressed himself,” Delilah let her voice trail off giving him a wide smile.

After collecting Smoke's set of suits and clothes, Delilah drove them back to her home. The sun had pretty much gone to sleep, a sliver of it peeking out in the horizon and Smoke stopped to stare at it as he waited for Delilah to unlock her front door. Delilah watched him from inside the threshold of her home, she noticed how enamored he was with the sunset.

“You're welcome to stay out there and watch it but I don't think whatever you're waiting on is gonna come.”

Her voice broke through his reverie, his head dropped for a moment. He knew she was right, didn't make it hurt any less though. 

“At least let me put your clothes away if you're gonna stay out there.”

Smoke slowly turned away from the sunset, climbing the two steps up her porch. “Nah, I'm comin’ in.”

She stepped back, pulling the door open wider. “I hope you're not waitin’ on a invite. You know we don't do those.”

While Smoke put his clothes away in the closet of the room Delilah had given to him, she put a small dinner together for them singing to herself.

The soft sounds of his footsteps caught her attention but she didn't turn away from the stove. He leaned against the doorway, arms folded across his chest watching her. 

“How you meet my brother?”

“He didn't tell you?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder. 

“'Parently not.”

Confident the food wouldn't burn, Delilah went to her cabinets pulling a few supplies out going towards Smoke. She nodded her head for him to follow her, he did. It was the same routine every day for two weeks. Before they ate dinner, Delilah cleaned and packed his wound then put drops of liquid under his tongue. He'd asked quite a few times what she was giving him, only for her to tell him not to worry about it. Taking his seat on her sofa, he gingerly swung his legs into it so he was lying down then watched as she descended to her knees beside him. She lifted his shirt, trying to be as gentle as possible taking off the bandage. 

“Pain on a scale of 1 to 10.”

He barred his golds, gritting his teeth feeling her press around it. “4, maybe 3.”

“So a 5 or 6. Better than what it has been.” She hummed, starting to clean it. “My shop is closed on Sundays so on some Saturday nights I close up early and drive up to Memphis.”

He adjusted a bit to hide his discomfort. “Fa what?”

“Sometimes I like to listen to music and sometimes I like to sing.” She explained, smiling briefly at him. “On a night that I was singin’, Stack was there. He bought me a drink after my set was done. Said he wanted to talk but the slick ass smile gave ‘em away.”

Smoke closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he listened. His hand gripped the sofa to keep from touching her. 

“You know your brother, he laid it on and I told em to cut the shit. Told me he'd heard that I knew things and people.” Delilah examined his wound once it was clean them prepared to pack it with her paste. “Said he'd heard that if he ever got into trouble to come to me. Apparently, whatever he was in Memphis for he knew would lead to nothing good so I told em where to find me.”

“Trouble in Memphis? We ain't get into no shit there.”

She glanced at him. “You didn't but Stack did. Next thing I know he showed up lookin’ like he'd been in a fight and a few bags. Collapsed as soon as he passed the threshold. I had em out for three days at least.”

At that Smoke opened his eyes to eye her. She got quiet, concentrating on packing the paste over his wound ignoring his flinching. 

“Ion know nothin’ bout that. I know all the shit he got into.  When that happen?” Smoke questioned becoming skeptical.

“When I asked if you were out there too so I could have someone go find you, he said that you was with ya wife. That the baby had gone on.” She admitted softly. “Said he was doin’ it for the both'a you.”

Letting it all simmer, Delilah dressed his wound and fixed his shirt back. When she got up from the floor to put her supplies away, wash her hands and check the food, he moved back to a seated position. 

“Doin’ what?” He called out.

There was silence until she returned with a vial in her hand. Again, she sank to her knees between his and shook the vial. Smoke's eyes followed her every move, watching the sway of her breasts as she shook.

“Whatever it was that got him in the trouble. He never wanted me to do what he'd heard I could, just patch em up. Said he didn't need it but,” she paused to hold the vial up towards the light then shook it again, “He said that if you ever showed up to do it all.”

“Do it all?” He asked now looking in her eyes. 

“Take care of you,” she smiled opening the vial, pushing the full dropper towards him, “Open.”

With slight hesitation, Smoke opened his mouth and lifted his tongue for her. He watched her mouth the number of drops, stopping at 6 and put it away. As he'd done the other times, Smoke let the drops sit under his tongue counting to ten before swallowing. He bit his lip, adjusting again, careful not to hit or push her.

“I keep tellin’ you to stop doin’ that.”

“Stop doin’ what, Bubba?”

He titled his head, clicking his tongue a few times. “Gettin’ down thea on your knees like that, Delilah.”

“You know how many men in town would love for me to be on my knees like this for them?” She smirked now leaning on his thighs. 

“I'm guessin’ the ones that don't think or don't mind that you'a witch.” He shot back, pressing a finger into one of her dimples.

One of her brows raised. “Mmm, I'm guessin’ that those would be the ones I'm referrin’ to.”

“You get on your knees for my brother, Delilah?” He asked, taking a hold of her chin. 

“Nope, just you, Bubba. I wasn't exactly his type and he wasn't mine.” She shrugged. 

“Is that so?”

Her smirk spread into a full smile. “It is. Told me I was more your type. Said you like your bitches a lil witchy.”

For the first time since he's shown up, Smoke laughed. It sounded exactly like Stack. No matter how many times he'd told his little brother that his wife wasn't a witch and explained what it was that she did, he always went back to witch. When Stack realized it got a rise out of Annie, he was committed to calling her one whenever he could no matter how many times she threatened to cut him. 

“So he does know how to laugh. Thought you didn't know how.”

He chuckled, letting her chin go with a squeeze. “I know how. Had to do it enough when me and Stack traded places.”

“You'll have to tell me about that. Ready to eat?” She asked using his thighs as leverage to get up. 

Yelling and cursing scared Delilah out of her sleep. She threw her covers off, running out of her room and down the hall to the room Smoke occupied. Throwing the door open she found him pacing back and forth in his boxers. Thanks to the moonlight and the flashes of lightening, she could see his eyes were open but he was zoned out. 

“I left em there! I gotta get them! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He raged to no one in particular.

Slowly, she approached him with her hands out in front of her as the storm roared, rocking the house. “Left who? Who you left?”

He was so out of it, he didn't hear her. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he paced. His muscles rippled and jumped with every movement. Delilah reached out for him, her fingertips barely grazed his hot skin.

“Gotta get back to them,” he mumbled, angry tears falling from his eyes. 

Again she tried, grabbing his arm Delilah pulled a little only for him to push her away. With an audible thud and groan, she hit the floor from the force. Smoke turned at the sound, the far away look still in his eyes as he stalked closer to her. Her short nightgown rose as she slid backwards to get away from him.

“Smoke, it's me.” She choked out.

In response he snatched her up from the floor by her nightgown, bringing her closer to his face. 

“You know where they at? Tell me!” He screamed in her face. 

For the first time, Delilah could admit that she was afraid of him. There was nothing behind his eyes, she wasn't sure if she could get him back from this before he hurt her seriously. Still, she tried massaging his wrist.

“I don't know who they are or where they are, Smoke.” She let out a startled cry at his growl and him slamming her against the wall. “Elijah, listen to me!”

Smoke pulled her body away from the wall to slam it back once more, this time banging her head on the wall. “You better start talkin’, girl! Tell me!” He barked. 

“I don't know, I don't know,” she cried. “Please, listen to me.”

The eyes that stared back at her weren't the ones she was used to. They weren't the brown eyes that watched her around the shop, that flashed amusement at the jokes she tried to make. These were cold and emotionless. His hand move to her throat, he squeezed but not as tightly as he had before. 

“You gon make me do it? You know I'll do it.” 

Taking a chance, Delilah rubbed her knuckle into the middle of his chest with much more force than she'd usually use. Her voice shook as she sung softly. Smoke's face contorted from one of rage to discomfort, knocking her hand away from his chest only for her to bring it right back. 

“Bubba, it's me.” 

One more dig into his chest and the lights were back on for him. The storm continued to roll on outside the house but Smoke's was coming to an end. His hands dropped, he took a step back taking a good look at the woman standing in front of him. Her curls that were usually tucked away under one of her signature scarves sat wildly on her head. The wrinkled, yellow nightgown clung to her body, no doubt because of the fear induced sweating he'd caused. Tears were the last thing he noticed. Some had dried but her eyes were still wet. 

“Delilah,” he called softly. “What … what did I do?”

She shook her head, wiping her face. “Just a bad dream. Are you okay?” 

Ignoring her question, Smoke moved forward to assess the damage stopping when she flinched. He held his hands out to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her. Carefully he took her hands to pull her over to the bed, flipping the lamp on. He checked her arms then her neck, his fingers brushed the back of her head and she hissed. He touched it again, feeling a knot.

“I did that?”

“You didn't knew what you were doin’. That wasn't you.” Delilah reasoned, trying to console him. “I shouldn't'a touched you.”

With a sigh, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her in between his legs. He rested his forehead against her stomach, she rubbed his bare back. 

“You said you left them. Who did you leave?” She asked softly. 

“Annie and our baby girl.” He admitted softly. 

She frowned a bit. “You left Annie? Is she in danger? We can go get her. Baby girl … She's … you didn't leave her.”

Slowly, Smoke looked up at her with tired eyes. “I left em in Clarksdale. Annie's dead.”

Delilah started to kneel but Smoke stopped her, firm hands on her hips. 

“Didn't I tell you stop doin’ that? Ion deserve that.” He shook his head. “Not after what I did.”

“Stop blamin’ yourself, Smoke. You ain't do it on purpose.”

“Don't matter, still did it.” He mumbled nuzzling his face in her stomach. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

There were his touches again. The touches that Delilah would remain quiet about, that they both knew he needed especially after this bag of an episode. She rubbed his back and shoulders giving him more touch that he would never ask for. 

Smoke went from nuzzling her stomach to planting kisses there over her nightgown. His hands gripped her hips tighter, whispering apologies in between kisses. 

“Hmm,” she hummed rubbing the top of his head, “What are you doing?”

He chuckled into her nightgown. “Said you wanted something new. Lemme do it.”

“Do what exactly?”

His eyes flickered to hers. “Apologize. Sayin’ sorry ain't enough.”

Smoke knew he probably shouldn't with him coming off of an episode and her being a casualty of said episode but he couldn't help it. The way Delilah had taken care of him meant a lot to him, it only added to the attraction he had to her. He'd tried to ignore it the past two weeks, this was something he would chastised Stack about– getting physically involved with a woman instead of staying focused. Yet here he was pulling the thick woman that had been invading his thoughts and dreams down into his bed. The thought of Annie popped into his kind and what she might think but seeing Delilah under him had him pushing the thought away. He would deal with that and the guilt in the morning. Right now his only thought was Delilah.

He had his hands around her waist now, and was trailing his fingers up and down over and over again. Her whole body was centered around that one teasing action. She wanted more, but let him have control. 

"You been touched before?" He asked.

"In what way?" She replied, her voice a bit darker now playing with him. Her body heated by his long sturdy fingers on her. She wanted him to continue teasing her, taunting her with them.

"You know exactly what I mean, sweetheart." He replied, and moved her body around like she weighed nothing to make room for himself between her legs. She gasped and peered up like a doe at him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Smoke leaned down to kiss her, letting his dick come into contact with her. They kissed each other, Delilah moved her lips eagerly, wanting to taste every part of him. He reciprocated, exploring her mouth. She moaned and felt his dick twitch at the sound of her moan. 

"You so cute." He whispered, and left her lips to move down her body, kissing and sucking on her neck as he moved lower. Delilah mewled underneath him, loving the sensation of his lips grazing against her. How had he figured out how sensitive her neck was already, she thought to herself. 

He studied all of her responses, teasing the areas that he knew affected her the most. He wrapped his hands around her wrists to move her arms up, pinning her down as he nibbled on the well of her neck. Delilah wiggled underneath him, but he held her firm. He continued to lick and suck down, down, and paused at her breasts. He wrapped his mouth around her right nipple over her nightgown, sucking on it in concentration. She peered down at him, and the sight of him focused on her breast like that, with his eyes closed in concentration, made her even wetter. She moaned as he sucked harder, leaving a damp wet spot on her gown. He then moved on her other breast, and let go of her right wrist to pinch and play with her other nipple. The sensations were overwhelming, she could only lay there and let him play with her body like it belonged to him. When he was done, he looked at her nipples and growled in satisfaction at how hard they were as they peeked through her nightgown. He then moved lower again, lifting her gown up to expose her stomach to him. He nibbled at her soft caramel skin, making her giggle as she wiggled underneath him. 

"Stay put, De." He commanded. She stopped, letting him continue still giggling softly.

 A hand was placed against her inner thigh, moving higher and higher as his index finger grazed her sensitive skin over and over again. 

"Mmphh...." She moaned, her eyes closed finally from the overwhelming lust. 

Her body was telling her something. Demanding it. It wanted her to cum, to ride an orgasm, to feel him inside of her. She hadn't felt this sensation in a while. This intense need. And she wanted to obey it, to let it command her and let her let go of her inhibitions.

His fingers were moving higher as his lips trailed lower, and they met at her heated mound, ready for him to touch. He pressed his finger against her panties, and she couldn't help but ground against him, needing more of his touch. 

"You so wet for me, Delilah. All that, just for me." He whispered, and pulled her panties down. He tossed them aside, and she went to cover herself, not wanting for him to see her. There had only been one other person to see her this way but she was still nervous. 

He gently moved her arms aside, not letting her be embarrassed. "Never cover yourself up in front of me." He said, and she nodded, though still felt incredibly shy. He spread her legs apart, bending them as he did, he then leaned into her crotch and breathed in, and she gasped as she felt the hot air of his breathing against her. God, she needed so much more.

His index finger was against her entrance now. He pushed in, feeling her swollen and tight walls as she expanded underneath him. 

"So fucking tight." He murmured, and pressed another finger in, letting them fully enter her. She gasped and opened up for him, unable to ignore how good it felt.

"Please." She begged making him smirk. 

He moved his fingers in and out of her, over and over again. She moved against him, feeling the rhythm of the thrusts. 

"It feels so good, Smoke." She said, moaning. She could barely think straight anymore.

When she thought it was already too good, he pressed his mouth against her clit, and she felt herself practically explode. He licked her like she was his favorite ice cream, flicking her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her in rhythm. He knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, where to flick, for her to feel the best, until she couldn't remember her name anymore. It was all a foggy haze, and all she could think about was needing to cum.

"Please." She repeated. 

He pulled away, staring at her. “You gon accept my apology, sweetheart?” He asked in a low tone.

She nodded frantically. “Fuck yeah.”

He chuckled against her as he continued to pound into her, now faster. She moved against him in synchrony, her mouth stuck in a wide 'O' as he continued to enter and exit her over and over again. His tongue was now moving in a circular pattern, and her juices flooded down his fingers, drenching him and the sheets underneath them.

She could feel herself rising high,  she knew it was coming. 

"Cum for me, baby girl." He said, and the words ripped her apart as she came underneath him, clenching wildly around his fingers as she cried out his name, unable to contain herself.

"Smoke. Oh, fuck, Smoke!" She screamed, and he thrusted into her with his fingers until she came down, flopping down onto the bed in complete exhaustion, the throbbing in her head long forgotten.

He moved his body until he was lying beside her pulling her into his side. He rubbed her head gently, letting her breathe and calm down. 

The smell of her sex was in the air, and she gasped in shock as he placed the two fingers that were previously inside of her inside his mouth sucking her juices. 

"You taste so sweet." Smoke admitted, closing his eyes to enjoy himself. “I knew you would.”

"Smoke..." She said her voice trailed off, not fully trusting herself to speak.

"Yeah?"

"From now on, that's the only apology I'm accepting from you." She replied.

He laughed, leaning over to cut the lamp off. "I hear you, Delilah."

"I mean it, Bubba. I'll forgive you every time.” She said, and closed her eyes as she snuggled into him.

He continued to stroke her hair, grinning to himself. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Though that wasn't all I can do. Trust me, baby. The way that I can make you feel when I'm inside you will be far better than that.”

Delilah popped one eye open to look at him. “I thought Stack was the slick one but it's really you. He's just loud about it.”

Smoke dropped a kiss on her forehead, chuckling. “Whatever, Delilah. I really am sorry though. Next time, just let my crazy ass figure it out on my own. Ion want you gettin’ hurt no more.”

“If it gets me apologies like that, I will not.”

“Go to sleep, Delilah.”

Smoke stayed up, listening to her breathing after she'd fallen asleep. Regardless of her accepting his apologies, he knew shit was only getting worse. He either had to get it together or he had to get away from her to save her. 

[lovelyhan]

— 505 ⟢

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck; or i did, last time i checked.

★ FEATURING; joshua x afab!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 3.4k words

★ TAGS; coworkers au, friends with benefits, typical gentleman in the streets sexual deviant in the sheets joshua, a hint of pining if you squint, slight angst?, smut (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; this specific picture of shua is years old but it incited the most visceral reaction out of me anyway so here we are with another short oneshot that sidetracked me from the monster that i'm SUPPOSED to be writing :| this also turned out a bit more emotional(?) than i originally intended, so heads up on that i guess

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), choking, slight dumbification (i'm sorry, i normally have more dignity than this but i miss him so so dearly)

★ PERMANENT TAGLIST; @cheolhub - @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @idkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jyiiscool - @jiniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @featmia - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @novalpha - @dahliatopia - @0717luv - @shiveringgaze - @toruro - @mixling-blog - @minnie-mouser22 - @homerunhansol - @mirtaspace - @ti-red - @zzucculent - @woozarts - @rubyreduji - @mozellerra - @lllucere - @cheolzip - @jjjzzzz - @lissiesykes - @jeonride - @meowmeowminnie - @colored-confetti - @partiallyinfluencial - @speaknowlwt - @flwrshwa - @lilylikesthat - @aurorahongg - @whippedforjihoon - @todorokiskitten - @immabecreepin

★ JOSHUA TAGLIST; @yoonzinoooo - @scandal-in-bohemia - @lunaryoongie

Joshua arrives five minutes after the first clap of thunder and ten minutes after the rain started pouring outside.

You hear him before you see him. The automatic lock of the hotel room turns as he scans the spare keycard from outside — one that you made sure to leave with the receptionist in the lobby when he told you he'll be running a little late. When the door swings open, light spills from outside and he greets you with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle and your heart stutter.

It's the same look that makes your female coworkers swoon and giggle to themselves in the office pantry — talk about Joshua's adorable eye smile never straying too far from your ears.

If they knew what kind of person he was past the usual pleasantries, would they still engage in that kind of fanfare?

Joshua is soaked all over when he enters, having tracked rainwater all over the carpeted hallway and into the floor of Room 505. He doesn't seem all too fazed by it though — quickly shrugging off his coat before hanging it behind the flimsy plastic hooks screwed to the back of the door. He shuts it behind him with a kick, sighing through his teeth as he loosens the coil of a sushi-patterned necktie around his collar.

You got that one for him as an exchange gift for last year's Christmas party. Joshua uses it a lot more frequently than you expected him to. In fact, he always wears it during casual Fridays. You're not sure if he actually likes the stupid necktie or he's just trying to get a reaction out of you, but his choice to wear it isn't lost on you either way.

"Team dinners are really something else," Joshua chuckles as he tosses the flimsy material atop the complimentary dining table. He cards his fingers through his damp hair and you try not to think of how good he looks as he does it.

"You should've come with us. It's not often that you see Manager Yoon convince Jihoon to down a shot of soju. Oh, Seungkwan also got his ass handed to him at karaoke with the girls from sales. I had no idea Jihyo could hold her high notes like she means business."

You don't take a bite at his feeble attempt at small talk. He knows damn well why you don't show up to any of Jeonghan's team dinners, but you tell yourself that Joshua's just being polite — still thinking of the outcast of the marketing department despite the fact that you do not want anything to do with the people you work with.

...Although there are some exceptions here and there.

"Really? You're just going to give me the silent treatment all night?" Joshua sighs dramatically as he unbuttons his dress shirt — baring his rain-beaded chest to your unwitting gaze. "Well, if you need a bit more time, I'll go hop in the shower first. You're free to join me if you'd like."

He knows you won't, so you find it strange that he offers each and every time anyway.

You let your gaze wander to the full length mirror attached to the cabinets once the door to the bathroom clicks shut. There's nothing remotely special about your getup tonight. You're still donned in your work clothes — brick gray pencil skirt with a brick gray blazer to match. Apart from the heels sitting on the rack near the door, you're pretty much still in uniform.

You had half the mind to go home and change when Joshua said he's going to dinner and karaoke with your boss and some other colleagues, but that would mean you actually cared about what you looked like in front of him.

Which, for the record, you don't.

You can hear Joshua singing a familiar song in the bathroom — one that he always belts out in the most annoying way possible every time he showers. You wonder if he even knows any other song apart from that, but tell yourself you don't really have any business asking.

As the near-silence persists, however, your thoughts start to wander. Did he also sing this song when he was at karaoke earlier? Did he get to duet the high notes with Jihyo? You wouldn't put it past either of them to do so — being two of the company's renowned social butterflies.

That train of thought brings forth the same question you've been asking ever since the first night you shared this hotel room with Joshua and found him still lying beside you in the morning:

Why'd he choose you?

You're an in by nine and out by five unless there's paid overtime kind of employee. You never bothered establishing any worthwhile friendships in the workspace because you know better than to trust the backstabbing fiends in the corporate ladder. You're perfectly aware of what other people say about your individualistic behavior — how you're the worst team player in your department — but you never really cared.

Not until Joshua Hong inserted himself into your life.

To put it in the easiest way possible, he's the epitome of a perfect coworker. He's the guy that greets you every morning with an charming smile. The guy who drops by your cubicle to give you a coffee he made himself before saying you're doing a great job with that report you're putting together. The guy that everyone just adores simply because he's always been likable from the get-go.

That's the kind of person Joshua is — the exact opposite of you. Surely the jury won't condemn you for always questioning how you wound up spending your Friday nights fucking the man your entire department is basically in love with when you're so unlovable yourself.

Every time you try to recall how your transactional relationship with the company's unofficial sweetheart happened in the first place, your brain simply refuses to cooperate — memories muddled by a few pints of beer too many and an eye-crinkling smile that you're better off not rationalizing.

Besides, it's not like Joshua kisses and tells. Whatever happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505, and that's one of the many reasons why you haven't deigned to walk away from the setup altogether.

You meet up, he makes you feel good — makes you feel wanted — he cycles through whatever aftercare you might need, you fall a little more in love with him, then you both decide if you want to sleep in for a couple more hours or —

Wait.

Did you just admit you're in love with him?

"Hm? Didn't think you'd actually hop in with me today."

Joshua's voice is clearly laced with amusement as you shut the door to the bathroom — cheeks hot with both the steam billowing from the shower and the embarrassment cloying in your chest. You had the foresight to take off your uniform at least, leaving you in an unassuming set of cotton underwear that makes Joshua lick his lips with anticipation.

You make a show of stripping the rest of your clothing before him — nothing but the glass door to the shower separating the both of you. It's nothing sensual, nothing grandiose. You simply take off everything that's keeping your body hidden from your nighttime lover's hungry eyes.

When you step into the warm drizzle of the showerhead, Joshua hums before reaching for a bottle of shampoo — squeezing just the right amount into his palm as he lathers the product into your scalp.

The gentleness weighted into his actions startles you a little — not having expected him to do something so...domestic. You came in here with the full intention of getting fucked against the bathroom wall, but the way he massages your scalp so tenderly makes you reconsider your course of action.

But no matter how much of a gentleman he acts around you, not even Joshua can do anything about his own body's physiological reactions.

You feel the length of his cock nestled against your ass, hips rocking back and forth as he stimulates himself into full hardness. A soft moan tumbles out of your lips when he squeezes some of the hotel-provided body wash all over your chest — large hands lathering the soap across your body all while paying special attention to your tits.

"You finally snapped out of it, sweetheart?" Joshua sighs before latching his mouth onto the thrum of your pulse, biting down for only a moment to get your attention. "Ready to take my cock like a good girl?"

The way he murmurs those last few words along the column of your throat makes your legs feel like they'll disintegrate at any moment. Joshua continues to murmur sweet nothings into your ear, helping you clean up properly first before actually trying anything.

You're not sure if you should be pissed off or endeared by his stalling, but by the time he's finally rinsed out all the suds from your heated bodies, you're more or less ripe for the taking.

"Brace your palms against the wall, pretty girl. Yeah, just like that." Joshua chuckles softly as he presses a kiss to your nape, lips traveling down the length of your spine until he's eye-level with your sopping cunt.

"God, I'll never get tired of looking at this pretty pussy. Been thinking about sinking my cock into you all fucking week," he practically growls. "You really knew what you were doing with that cute maroon skirt you wore the other day, weren't you? The one that kept riding up your thighs when you reached for something from the high shelves? Little fucking minx."

You mewl helplessly when you feel Joshua's tongue prodding your soaked folds — forcing you to press your cheek against the cold tile as he massages your ass gingerly.

Joshua does his best to keep you anchored, making sure you won't accidentally slip as he laves at the slick between your thighs. He has no problem doing just that — driving you to near insanity with how his tongue sucks and slurps at your cunt like it's the first meal he's had in days.

"S-Shua," you whimper pathetically, pushing your ass out for more friction. "You're eating me so good..."

Had you not been so quickly drowned in this haze of arousal, you would've exercised more restraint. Joshua normally has a hard time getting you to be more vocal whenever he makes you feel good, but you suppose that there's just something in the air tonight that makes it so easy to just surrender yourself to him.

You can feel the vibrations of his laughter along the millions of nerve endings on your clit as he traces it with the tip of his tongue — further incapacitating you from coherent thought. When he slips in a finger into your awaiting heat, you all but gasp into the steamy air of the hotel bathroom.

"You're so cute when you start calling me that," he coos without halting his ministrations — that sinful tongue darting out to tease and lick and stimulate as he eases in another thick finger into your gummy walls. "Wanna eat you out underneath your desk someday... Would you act as cute as you're acting right now if I did that?"

The prospect of having sweet, gentlemanly Joshua Hong on his knees for you under your work desk makes you tighten conspicuously around his fingers. From the sordid chuckle that leaves his lips, you're fairly certain that he's noticed.

"You like that, huh? You like it when I put my mouth on you? Make you feel so good, you forget about everything else?" he chuckles darkly, rising back to his full height without taking his fingers out of your needy cunt. "But we both know this is hardly enough for you, right sweetheart?"

You hate how he knows you so well.

Joshua spends about one minute max towel drying both of your bodies before he quite literally sweeps you off your feet. You let out a surprised shriek as he princess-carries you onto the bed — gently laying you on the undisturbed sheets before crawling on top of you like a predator circling its next meal.

"Wanna tell me why you were so out of it earlier?" Joshua murmurs as he nips at your jaw, the words followed by a crackle of thunder in the distance. He chuckles when you jolt in surprise before peppering your face with a collection of kisses that ends at the tip of your nose. "It's not the weather, is it? I remember that I literally fucked you in the middle of a storm last month."

"Quit running your mouth and just fuck me," you mumble, lacing your fingers around his nape before grinding up against his leaking cock. "I've waited for you long enough."

"Ahhh," he drawls with resounding epiphany, as if he'd just figured out some ancient secret. "So you were sulking because I took too long to get here? Don't worry, sweet thing, it won't happen again."

When Joshua leans close to your ear, his hot breath fans against your flesh — making your toes curl with quiet anticipation.

"The next time we meet in this room, I'll have you mounted on my cock the moment you come through the door."

Joshua doesn't bother with foreplay or any sort of preamble. He simply guides his cock into the give of your entrance, sinking his length so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.

"Fuck," you whimper, fingernails seeking purchase across the rippling muscles of Joshua's back. He doesn't quite move yet — letting you get used to the stretch like he always does.

"Pretty pussy's so fucking tight around me," he groans. "Did you need me this badly? 'm sorry for making you wait so long, sweetheart. If I had known, I would've ditched karaoke and made you feel good as soon as I could."

Empty words uttered in the throes of passion — you're well aware that's all they are. Yet Joshua has no trouble making your heart flutter with the sentiment anyway.

"J-Joshua," you manage to gasp as you feel his girth throb inside you. "Please move... Need it. Need it so bad, please."

You're on the brink of tears with how desperate you are for mind-numbing release, but amidst your mounting delirium, Joshua sighs a little too endearingly before pressing a long, hard kiss on your lips.

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

He eases himself into you slowly at first — making sure you feel every ridge of his cock dragging along your tight walls. Joshua particularly feels smug when your eyes roll to the back of your head, addicted to the way his cock is splitting you open.

It's only when you start to loosen up that he picks up the pace, strong hands gripping your thighs as he pounds into you. The squelch of your arousal echoes within the walls secluding you from the rest of the world.

When Joshua hoists your hips higher before hooking the back of your knees across his shoulders, you knew it was all over for you.

Admittedly, you don't remember the first time you've had sex with him anymore. Or the second. Or the third. You've had each other so many times in so many ways that every instance kind of just blends into the next — painting a messy caricature of all the illicit meetings you've had with your nighttime lover.

But you don't care if it's messy. You don't care if it's strange. At the end of the day, you're comforted by the fact that all these experiences you shared with him are irrevocably yours.

Even if you can't really say the same for Joshua himself.

He stirs the pot of your arousal with practiced ease. Joshua stares at you like you're the most precious thing he's laid eyes on before letting one of your legs fall back on the mattress.

Your lover trades the depth of his thrusts for enough leeway to flatten his thick fingers across your throat — making you bleat with expectation as he presses down just enough to make you feel lightheaded. He hisses when he feels your velvet walls clamp tighter around his cock, further informing him that he's on the right track.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly — his gorgeous face the only thing you can see. "You'll let me do anything to you, won't you? All I gotta do is fuck you stupid and you'll take everything I give."

At this point, you're too far gone to even deny a word he says. "Mmmm... Your cock feels too good, Shua. 'M so close already. You'll finish inside me, won't you? Make both of us feel good?"

"Dumb little princess couldn't even answer my question," Joshua chuckles before making a particularly harsh thrust that jostles you further up the mattress. "Of course I'll finish inside this pretty pussy. It's all mine, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," you mewl as Joshua's fingers tighten around your throat again, making your toes curl with unadulterated glee. "My pussy's all yours, Joshua. All fucking yours."

He chuckles again, fingers climbing up to your jaw until Joshua is able to prod his thumb against your bottom lip. You respond in earnest, suckling at the digit as he rails you into the mattress. There's no longer any room for intelligible thoughts — lost in the sea of pleasure that Joshua choose to drown you in every time you come together like this.

"Close, close, close," you practically sob, thighs winding around his hips as you bring him impossibly closer to you. "Shua, I'm gonna cum. Please, I need to cum. I need you—"

"You already have me, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly yet full of intent that you're too fucked out to notice.

"You'll always have me."

That's what does you in. That's what always does you in — his sweet words, his tender gaze.

As much as the pleasure he gives with each drive of his cock into your battered cunt sends you to cloud nine, nothing makes you fall apart harder than the thought that maybe Joshua Hong is capable of loving you back.

Because how can he stare at you with so much adoration in his eyes if he doesn't actually love you at all? How can he keep meeting you like this in secret if there's no hidden agenda behind it?

But when all's said and done, you come back to your senses. Your rose-tinted gaze fades back into the darkness of Room 505.

Joshua is still beaming at you like you're the only person that matters to him on this entire earth. But you know damn well that he'd never smile at you the same way once you're out of the four corners of this room.

That's just the way things are.

As you pick off your clothes from the floor of the bedroom and the bathroom alike, Joshua stirs from where he momentarily passed out on the mattress — bleary eyes observing your every move as his brows furrow together.

"You're leaving?" he murmurs sleepily. "But it's raining outside. We should stay until it stops at least."

Hesitating for a moment, you stare at the bundle of rumpled clothes in your arms as Joshua practically tells you to go back to bed.

You know it's for the best if you don't lay back down beside him. The distance keeps you grounded — anchored to the truth that beyond these weekly trysts you share together, you and Joshua are nothing but civil colleagues at most.

He isn't your lover. He isn't even your friend.

But a stubborn part of you believes that maybe if he breaks you apart and puts you back together again, you'll be a different person. Someone who can keep up with his outgoing lifestyle. Someone he'll have no problem showing off to his friends and fellow coworkers.

But, really, when have things ever turned up daisies when it comes to you and Joshua Hong?

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your clothes in a heap next to the sushi necktie that looks more worn out now that you're seeing it up close.

You make a mental note to buy him a few more once the Christmas sales start coming around again.

"You coming to cuddle before we sleep or what?"

Joshua stares at you sleepily and expectantly from the bed, even patting the vacant space between him for added effect. If only those girls swooning at him in the office pantry could see him now...

Too bad what happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505.

⟢ end notes: finished this at 3:05 am with zero proofreading dedicated to it <3 if you spot any mistakes, they're not really mistakes since they're all crucial contenders in the creation process <333

[ersatz-ostrich]

Baby Fever pt. 2: Baby Fever

Connor x f!Detective!reader (I guess?)

The baby fever takes hold.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and drug (Red Ice) use (happens before the story takes place)

<< pt. 1

read here on ao3

“We could be here for a long time. Are you okay going into the room without your daughter?” The woman nodded, glancing into the corridor where Connor was shifting her daughter in his arms. From what she could tell, he was doing it right, supporting her head and neck and all, but he looked somewhat bewildered, like a fish out of water. It was obvious that he had never held a baby before. “We’ll make sure she’s safe and cared for. In the meantime…” You showed her into the interview room and took a seat at the solitary table. From the other side of the mirror, you knew your fellow officers and detectives were watching, recording the conversation, taking notes, and cross-referencing them with their other notes from the ongoing investigations. “...let’s start from the beginning.”

Outside the interview room, Connor softly rocked the woman’s daughter. His system was running dozens of processes at a time, searching the web, employing executables, trying to figure out this new feeling of holding a tiny human in his arms. 

“Tin-can! What the hell are you—” Gavin, passing on his way to one of the holding cells, stopped dead in his tracks. “Is that a baby?!” 

“Yes, Detective,” Connor replied placidly. 

“Did you learn to procreate or something? Where’d you snatch it from?”

“ She is the daughter of Detective L/N’s interviewee.” Connor cast a sidelong glance at the detective. “Until they are finished, I will be caring for the infant.” Gavin made a face.

“Geez, if only Miller were here. He’d know what to do with the kid,” Gavin remarked. “Say, does Collins have any kids?” 

“Hey, what’s going on with you two?” Hank appeared in the corridor, a mug of coffee in his hand.

“Get your alcoholic ass outta here, Anderson. It’s bad for the baby!” Gavin gestured at Connor and the infant. 

“First of all, Reed, I’ve been sober for months now. Second of all, you wouldn’t know how to care for the little one even if someone shoved a baby book up your—” The lieutenant stopped himself and dragged a palm down his face, groaning. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken care of a little kid.” His eyes softened as he approached Connor and the baby. “Well, at least you’re doin’ something right with the way you’re holding ‘em. Have they been fed? Changed?”

“Maybe the baby’s better off at the children’s hospital,” Gavin suggested.

“Her mother explicitly stated that she would prefer not to be separated from her child,” Connor replied. “She is about six months old. Her mother said she fed her some formula this morning. However, according to growth charts for her age, she seems to be somewhat underweight.” 

“Hmm. She and mom must’ve had it rough.” Hank mused. “Tell you what, just keep her engaged. Make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Got it,” Connor nodded dutifully to his partner in the Android Crimes Division. As Hank moved to return to his desk, Connor felt the baby begin to squirm and fuss in his arms. 

“Uh-oh,” Said Gavin, backing away.

“Lieutenant, what’s going on?” Connor asked, panicking slightly as the baby continued to wiggle. He extended his arms slightly, as if to pass off the baby to Hank.

“She’s probably been swaddled like that all day. Let her down, let her crawl and play with her a little. Just,” Hank jabbed a finger at Connor. “Make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Keep her away from the choking hazards and anything that could fall on her.”

“Got it,” Connor repeated, unswaddling the baby from under the thick blankets her mother had wrapped her in to protect her from the elements. Underneath the baby wore a soft but too-big white and pink onesie. Hank sighed and went on his way, Gavin trailing behind him and casting a few glances back at Connor and the baby, who was now exploring the floor of the hallway.

“I’m too old for this,” Connor heard Hank mutter. “Don’t miss it at all.”

“Yeah, right, old man,” Gavin retorted.

Connor returned his attention to the child. Blinking, he revisited the information box in his HUD.

“Alexis,” He said tentatively. He knelt on the ground, observing the child crawl unsteadily. The baby made a garbled sound that sounded something akin to “Ba?” 

Connor questioned the functionality of his auditory sensors. When the infant repeated the sound, he questioned the functionality of his thirium pump.  

“I’m not your father,” He replied gently. “Your mother will be back soon.” Connor sat down cross-legged on the floor, holding his hands out to baby Alexis as she crawled towards him. “Your mother must have named you. She chose a beautiful name.” Alexis made her way towards Connor’s outstretched hand and tried to grab it. He helped her latch her tiny little hands—so soft!—onto his artificial ones. 

“Oh—! Oh!” Connor exclaimed. “There you go!” He gently lifted Alexis to her full height, watching her try to find purchase on her stubby, socked feet. Little Alexis squealed, stumbling a little while Connor tried to support her. Connor found himself grinning with delight at the sight of the baby standing shakily before him. This feeling was new to his software—he had never felt such a bright, warm emotion before, not even when he had first met you, or when he had first become deviant. Perhaps this was why humans valued parenthood so much—or at least, some people did.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure approach him and gasp.

“A baby!” It was Officer Chen, rushing to fawn over Connor and the infant. “Oh my God! Connor, where did you—Collins, you gotta come see this!” Connor heard footsteps in the hallway behind him, but he kept his attention on Alexis. 

“Chen, what the—” Collins watched in disbelief as Connor helped Alexis stand. 

“Aren’t they so cute?” Tina gushed. “I wish I had my phone on me. This is adorable!”

“She is cute,” Connor admitted. He let go of the giggling child’s hands momentarily to scoop her up, hands under her armpits, hoisting her into the air. Kicking her feet, the girl’s squeal attracted more curious officers, who began to cluster around Connor and the cooing six-month-old. 

Meanwhile, you listened intently to Alexis’s mother, Samantha, as she recounted the past six months to you.

“I gave birth to Alexis alone,” Samantha began. “At Henry Ford. My husband was coming home later than ever. I couldn’t reach him on the phone. He wasn’t there when I went into labor, so I called an automated taxi with what little money I had.

When I returned home with Alexis, he was still out. When he finally came back, I could tell he was still coming off of a high. But then…” Samantha lowered her gaze. “I noticed he had wads of cash in his pockets. He had it in brown lunch bags, plastic baggies…money from his deals. 

I kept Alexis far, far away from him in those times. I doubt he even registered that she’d been born in those first few days; he was always high. So, when he was really out of it, really dissociating, I started taking some of the money from his deals. 

After a few weeks, he started to notice. He got more careful in counting the money he made. He started suspecting me, threatening to hurt me or the baby. He’d never hurt me before, but losing his job and taking up Red Ice really…transformed him. Not long after he started threatening me, I found a gun…” Samantha started sniffling. You reached out a hand to gingerly comfort her, massaging her trembling shoulder.

“It’s okay,” You soothed. “Take your time.”

“I found a gun in the TV console,” Samantha shook her head. “That’s when I knew I had to get out. But I didn’t have enough money to pay for a place to stay. I tried, I really did, to stall as long as I could. Maybe steal an extra ten dollars or so. But he chased us out. Threatened me with that gun. And here I am.” 

“I’m so sorry, Samantha. You and your daughter deserve someplace safe and secure.” She held your hand in a tight grasp as she wept quietly. “Did you know where he was going when he left the house? Who was he with?”

“All those nights, I don’t know where he went off to,” Samantha answered, shaking her head yet again. “But…people kept calling him. Unsaved contacts. I caught some of the voicemails, from people talking about someone called Nate…”

“Nate…” Could it be? “Nathan Lance?” 

“Who’s that?”

“A prominent drug dealer, with control over almost forty percent of the Red Ice going in and out of Detroit. I’ve been on his trail for weeks.” You stood up. “Do you have any idea where your husband could be right now?” 

“He’s probably gone off to get high somewhere,” Samantha answered. “I’m sorry. He could be anywhere.” 

“We’re going to find your husband, Samantha, and take him in. If we can get through to him, we can get to Lance. With your testimony and any evidence we gather, we could press several charges against him. Illegal possession of a weapon and illicit drugs, threats of bodily harm, the like.” You squeezed Samantha’s hand. “He won’t ever lay a finger on you or your daughter if I can help it.”

“Thank you,” Tears welled in Samantha’s tired eyes. “This means everything to me.” She stood from her seat and made her way around the table to embrace you. You smiled sentimentally, returning the hug. 

“You’re a strong woman, Samantha.” You said. “I truly wish for the best for you and your daughter.”

When you stepped out of the interview room, you caught sight of Samantha’s daughter gumming contentedly on a plain rice cake taken from somebody’s snack stash. Someone had also brought a small stuffed leopard from their desk for her to play with. Your eyes lit up when you saw Connor watching the baby gnaw on the puck of puffed rice with a look on his face you’d never seen before.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Connor smiled warmly up at you. “Hank left to get some unsweetened applesauce for her.” 

“Looks like she’s having fun,” You replied. 

“I’m so glad,” Samantha sighed. She lowered herself to the ground and wrapped her arms around her infant daughter, running a gentle hand over Alexis’s barely-there hair. “Thank you for taking care of her, Connor.” Alexis giggled. 

“Looks like she likes you,” You remarked, grinning at Connor. You offered your finger to Alexis, like her mother had earlier, and Alexis nearly dropped the rice cake. Connor quickly caught it, leaving the baby to play with you. 

“The baby fever’s spread like wildfire, eh?” Hank emerged from the bullpen with a six-pack of baby applesauce and some papers.

“Who can help it?” You replied. “Alex is such a little angel.” Hank rolled his eyes.

“By the way, Connor, Ben gave me the list you asked for. Women’s shelters around the city, willing to accept Samantha and Alexis for a time.” Hank handed him the list, which Connor leafed through before handing to Samantha.

“Wonderful. You and Alexis should have a safe place to stay until you can support yourselves again,” He addressed the mother as she flipped through the packet. 

Finally letting go of little Alexis’s hand, you stood up and adjusted your clothes. 

“Once the paperwork’s done with, Connor and I can take you to whichever place works best for you,” You offered. Samantha stood as well, scooping Alexis up in her arms. 

“I would like that very much,” She replied. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Late that night, you unlocked the door to your apartment. You hung up your jacket, kicked off your shoes, and tossed your bag onto your couch. You flopped onto the cushions with a sigh. Connor followed you in, depositing his own belongings and taking his spot next to you on the couch. 

“So…” You mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder as you felt your tired body melt into the cushions. “...the baby.”

“She was cute,” Connor replied. 

“Oh, yeah?” You teased. “I bet you’re thinking of getting your own baby, huh?” You didn’t miss the slight tint that colored Connor’s cheeks.

“Unfortunately, that can’t happen for you and I.”

“Yeah. Not unless we get one of those YB model prototypes Cyberlife was working on before the revolution.” That had been a weird case for the Android Crimes Division—investigating the project Cyberlife had put on hold when deviancy exploded across the country. 

“Y/N, you know that wouldn’t be the same.”

“Well, there are other options.” You shuffled closer to Connor, who took you into his arms and rested his chin on your head. “Adoption, maybe.”

“Maybe.” You leaned on Connor’s chest, savoring the reverberations of his soft chuckle. 

“Baby fever got you good, huh?” You grinned up at him.

“I may be an android, but it appears I am not immune to this ‘baby fever’.”

I wrote this all in one go in the middle of the night, because that's how I function sometimes (: it was NOT supposed to include mentions of domestic abuse or Red Ice when I first started brainstorming I SWEAR anyways hope you enjoyed! x

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[we-were-beautiful]

Marry me

Xaden x Sorrengail!oc

WC: 816

Warnings: None just Fluff

A/N: Well I decided to take part in a small writing Challenge. I had fun writing this little blurb and while it has the potential to turn into its own series; I am going to show self restraint by not doing that. The prompt was "I can never say 'no to you" From Jana over at @creativepromptsforwriting

Also fair warning; I didn't send this to any of my betas. So we die like men at this point

Thank you to @skyfallscotland and @justallihere for putting together the Fourth Wing Birthday Bash

Last but not least tumbr is being dumb and won’t let me post from my laptop so apologies about the formatting

“We should get married” I comment wrapping my arms around my beloved’s shoulders, fingers gently tracing along the scars at the top of his shoulders. I look up into his gold flecked onyx eyes and smile widely at him. Was the flight field after lessons the best place to have this conversation, probably not, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been an interesting lesson with a storm about to roll in; the thunder off in the distance rolling. But now with the rest of the third years and Professor Kaori heading back to the citadel, I figured given Xaden a small heart attack would be fun.

Where I would expect to see shock and hesitance on his face I only see a fond smile as he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me into his chest.

“When do you want to get married and how do you want to tell your mother and sisters?” I hadn’t thought of that.

It would be pretty easy to tell Violet. If I could get her away from her squad it would be as simple as that. Mira I could just write a letter too. Shed be pissed at first; she had specifically told me to stay away from Xaden. That didn’t work out since we ended up in the same squad with mated dragons; but Mira could get over it. She’d be happy for me eventually.

My mother; however, I completely forgot about. General Sorrengail hadn’t been a fan of the relationship and she had made it known to me once the word had made it to her office. That had been the only time I had formally gotten called to her office to make her displeasure known; but its been three years. Xaden and I work well together and we have been in love with each other for awhile now. Not to mention we are kinda stuck with each other until one of us dies so at one point or another she’s just going to have to learn to live with it.

I feel Tairn’s amusement in the back of my mind. The old curmudgeon had been riding my ass this last week about acting like a love sick puppy around Xaden. Like his grumpy ass isn’t the exact same way around Sgaeyl.

‘I heard that’ the rumbling voice flows through my head.

‘You were supposed to.’ I felt Tairn’s snout push at my back sending me further into Xaden’ s grasp ‘Tairn!!!’ I can hear Sgaeyl chuckle in my head.

‘I think I shall go get some sheep’ I’m not sure if it is the mighty beat of our dragons wings or thunder, but as the two dragons fly off the heavens open up above us and cold rain begins to pour down. Xaden lets out a hearty laugh squeezing me tightly.

“When do you want to get married love.” He leans down to whisper in my ear repeating his earlier question.

“Want to grab Garrick, Bodhi, Liam and Vi and sneak down to Chantara.” I would do it; grab our family and secretly get married today if he agreed.

“How about we wait until graduation. We can get our family together, before we fly to our post, and have a small ceremony.” He pushes a soaked strand of hair away from my face. “Then it gives you time to let Mira know, so she can try and get leave” leave it to this perfect man to remember that I wanted Mira there when I got married. While Brennen had Mom and Violet had Dad it had been Mira and I against the world. I still had all of the letters we had wrote to each other while she was in the quadrant and then when I started second year. She had to be there on our special day; she would kill me if I ran off today and got married.

“Ok Graduation it is then.” He looks even more breathtaking in the rain as water droplets roll down his skin.

“Alright then lets go Mrs.Riorson.” He lets go of me and moves towards the hidden tunnel entrance.

“Wait.” I call grabbing his hand to stop him. “Kiss me?” Is it cheesy and straight out of the romance books that I brought into the quadrant, yes. But I had always wanted to be kissed in the rain.

“Have I ever been able to say ‘no’ to you.” He gently cradles my face in his hands tilting my face upwards; his lips crash into mine is a passionate kiss. It starts out innocent enough but my hands quickly find their way to his hair and one of his finds its way to my ass. When we break apart we are gasping for breath; Xaden rest his forehead against mine and hazel eyes meet onyx “Marry me?”

“Yes.” I laugh and pull him into another kiss.

[eternal-love]

HARD ODDS TO BEAT

Pairing: Benny Cross x fem!reader

Summary: You tried to fit in with the Vandals, you really didn’t mean to humiliate Benny.

Warning: Benny gets violent against reader. Toxic relationship.

Note: The gif is courtesy by my bestest girl @aust-een, and the idea was also prompted by her. We LOVE her in this blog. Everyone say thank you to Miss Cross.

The bar smelled like cigarette, sweat and grease. As you sat besides Benny, his arm around your shoulders as he smoked and drank. They were telling stories, Benny wasn’t much of a talker but this time he was being pretty talkative.

After Corky finished telling his story, you were going to tell about how last week Benny had an embarrassing encounter with the police. You were laughing as you told the story, Benny not so much. But the guys found it funny too.

“And so I’m home, and there’s a knock on my door. And it’s the police,” you chuckled. “And he tells me, Mrs. Cross, your husband’s in trouble on the other street. So of course, I grab my bag and go with him. He tells me Benny tried robbing this corner store, but the owner was a veteran. So when I arrive, an officer has Benny pinned to the police car.”

Benny smirked, before putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing it tightly. “I think that’s enough, doll—“

“And the old man was a raging bull, his nostrils flaring and he was tryin’ to get to Benny again. Benny was all beaten up, and panting—“

“You should’ve seen how I left that motherfucker.” Benny tried to save face, he was always an intimidating, nonchalant guy. This time, he wasn’t.

“He kicked your ass, Benny. You know it’s true, you can’t fight to save your life but you look fuckin’ good.”

That’s when everyone laughed, but Johnny laughed harder, loudly, it echoed all across the bar. Deep down, Benny craved Johnny’s approval, he saw him as a father.

“She ain’t wrong, kid.” Johnny nodded as he kept laughing. “It is true, innit?”

Each laugh hurt his ego, and he didn’t like that. He clenched his jaw as he drank his beer or took a drag from his cigarette.

“Turns out, the old man had kicked his ass. Hand on hand, and pinned Benny to the ground. All because of a pack of cigs and a flask. The police was strollin’ down when they saw benny on all fours trying to get back to the old man.” You laughed, you found the story funny giving Benny’s rebel attitude.

But it was as if you were trying to piss him off, like you were doing it on purpose, so he’d start hating you more than he sometimes already did.

“Wearin’ your colors, robbin’ corner stores. And you still can’t win against an old man!” Johnny found it funny too, he was glad Benny got a taste of his own chocolate

“Hard odds to beat when you’re all on fours, no, baby?” You nudged him with your elbow playfully. His eye twitched after that.

The fuck did you mean with Hard odds to beat when he’s on all fours? That you thought of him as submissive, powerless or even worse— weak? He’d show you how fucking weak he could be.

Once everyone got to their own thing late that night, he practically dragged you into the bathroom. You had fucked in there with him a couple times. You were all smiles. Even if the bathroom was filthy.

“This is getting exciting.” You smiled, but then he shoved you against the wall, you did hit the back of your head. “What the fuck was that for?” You whined.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Making me look like a fool in front of them?” Benny got closer to you, oh he was angry, not angry, enraged, fuming. “Mmm?” He hummed, close to your face, you could smell the Marlboros and beer on his breath.

“I was just trying to join in, Benny. I didn’t think—“

He interrupted you, harshly. “Well you better start thinking. Start using that fucking head of yours.” With his pointing finger, he repeatedly poked the side of your head. Aggressively.

“Listen, I was just trying to join in the conversation. Have fun.” You tried to defend yourself, stand up against him.

Oh, that set him on fire. He punched the wall besides your head, it made you flinch, of course. There were times in which Benny didn’t control his rage, he could get violent. For instance putting his hand on your throat, sometimes he left bruises in your arms, yanking your hair.

“Tryin’ to have fun? Making me the butt of the joke? You think I’m weak? I’ll show you how fucking weak I can be.” He took a handful of your hair, yanking it. “You shouldn’t even think of speaking up. Nothing smart ever comes out your fucking mouth. It only serves one purpose and that’s it.”

You were quick to try and apologize, not wanting to end up with a bruise. “I didn’t mean to make fun of you, Benny, it was harmless banter.”

“Keep testin’ me, doll. Ain’t nothing gonna stop me from now on. And we don’t want that, do we?” Benny caressed your face, but his hand carried an edge to it.

He couldn’t stand the thought of you thinking he was weak. That he somewhat was powerless, when he had proved many times to have the upper hand in the relationship. He proved it, one way or another, but he proved it.

“This is your last fucking warning, I’m not going to let you do this again. Got it?” Benny said, harshly and threateningly. Yanking your hair once again, making you whine.

He scared you, at times. You knew that this was on you, you chose to stay all the times, no matter how much of an idiot he was, or how violent he could be, you simply stayed. There was just something about him, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Tears pricked your eyes and he noticed them.

“You chose this. Don’t go on playing victim. I only do this because I love you. I love you.” He said softly, before dragging you out the bathroom, through the bar and outside. He probably left a bruise there because of how tightly he was grabbing you.

He came on his back, you arrived on your car a little later to the bar. He got your keys from your back pocket and opened the driver’s door and basically shoved you into the seat, slamming the door shut.

You took a deep breath. Thinking it was over, until Benny smashed your windshield, you didn’t even see with what he did it. Oh, he absolutely trashed your car.

“Hard fucking odds to beat when you’re all on fours, no, baby?” He said, out of breath, smirk on his face.

In horror, you couldn’t believe he would do this. “What the fuck is your problem?” You freaked out, your car!

“This is all your fault. Get it in your head.” Benny said as he leaned on your car window. “Go home.”

He always had a power to make you cry on the spot and you hated that. Because you knew that even after all of this, you would probably forgive him once he came home.

His violent streaks didn’t scare you, it was the fact that no matter how much he would hurt you, you would still be stupid enough to stay.

Hard odds to beat when you’re all on fours— he had the upper hand. You were vulnerable, you couldn’t win against him, it was like that fight he had with the old man. But this time he was the old man and you were Benny. He had you pinned down with his left boot and you couldn’t push him off. No matter how hard you tried. It never worked. And you were stuck with him.

To him you were so fucking annoying, but he liked having someone that would wait for him even though he would leave for months at a time. He always acted as if he was nonchalant and didn’t care, but he cared, a lot. He liked to know that you worried, it fed his big ego. And he wouldn’t let you go. No fucking way.

[frostgears]

the chosen one

there are handlers that went to officer school and supposedly know what the fuck they're doing, all swagger with the authority of the Service behind them, uniforms like slices of space, voices like knives, their lethal charges trailing docile behind them.

they're the ones that show up in the porn sketches and the short clips of grainy video that circulate in the Fleet network. they're the ones that have pages and pages of fan fiction written about them.

then there's you. you didn't go to officer school. your entire signup process was this:

"hey, Cooper, you were in its old unit, weren't you? before it went to the lab? remember anything that'd distract it from biting at its own link sockets and screaming at techs?"

"uh, shit, sir, i can try…"

"great, it wandered into the rec room. go nuts."

you called your last conversation to mind. there'd been two major rec time activities in your last squad, and the alert that kicked off Paloma 17 had interrupted something.

you sat down next to the thing that had once been your squadmate, not meeting its weird red eyes. you already knew it didn't like that; looking it in the face was how Muñoz got their arm broken yesterday.

the augment whiffed of human sweat, the fake citrus of type-2 interface gel, something musty and unpleasant. its fatigues probably hadn't been washed ever.

"hey, asshole," you said, "you still owe me a Kinetic Princess match. best of five, remember? we were two and one when the hammer came down for P-17."

you put a gamepad on the floor next to it.

"ch. ch. ch."

was it laughing?

it swatted the gamepad away.

and then player 2's character select screen came up. without moving a muscle, it picked Valkyrie, switched her outfit to red, and handed you your ass, twice in a row, with no apparent exertion.

"ch. ch. ch."

yeah, it was laughing.

it kept laughing as it used its onboard hardware to disconnect your gamepad, choose the princess you'd just been playing, and win three matches against itself, beating Valkyrie with Marjoram.

again.

three-one.

three-zero.

three-one.

"well," someone said behind you, "that's kinda freaky. but better than tearing up the couch. guess you're on augment duty."

it was going all out. maybe trying to prove some sort of point. to itself? to you?

you got up.

it immediately paused the game.

"hey," you told it, "i gotta piss."

it followed you down the hall into the restroom. it tried to follow you into the stall.

"hah, you find a friend, Acey?" someone laughed.

"shut the fuck up, Lima." you tried to finish your business as best you could. it wasn't easy. the thing really did reek and it was not giving you a lot of space.

fuck it. you rose, didn't bother to wipe. you grabbed the augment and hauled it into the shower, spun the dial to hot, drenched the both of you, fatigues and all.

"wooooo! take it off!"

always a fucking audience in this place.

you found the zippers to strip the thing, flung wet clothing out of the shower at a spectator, pumped all-purpose soap into your hands.

"if you're gonna follow me around," you told the augment, "you gotta smell better."

this had to get done. you soaped it. all over. the generic floral smell of all-purpose soap was definitely an improvement already. felt human enough under your hands, except where it wasn't, the occasional beveled edge of a link socket. between its legs… human standard.

more hooting and hollering from the onlookers.

you remembered too late not to meet its eyes, but it just stared back at you, tilting its head a bit. no sign of aggression. was it smiling?

you never got around to the second major rec time activity with your old squadmate. you had no idea if she was ever interested. you also had no idea if sexual preferences survived augmentation.

fuck it. audentes fortuna iuvat, right? said so on your shoulder patch.

you slid a finger in.

shut the audience right up.

the thing kept staring at you.

you slipped a second finger in and stared back right up until you finished it off. it shivered visibly, made a sort of low whine.

nobody said shit after that. when you finally shut off the water, silence like a library.

you walked out. it trailed behind you. you grabbed a towel off the stack by the shower exit, wrapped the thing in it. it didn't protest. wearing nothing but your own towel, you stalked back to your bunk, hoping you still had a few clean uniforms, your expression daring anyone to mention that a single thing was out of the ordinary.

"heyyyyyy Acey, you get lu—"

someone always dared. this fucking unit.

the augment hissed. an unmodified human throat wouldn't have been able to make that noise; it sounded like a fire extinguisher. there was reverb in that hiss. there were teeth.

"oh, gods, just don't," you said wearily, looking back over your shoulder. it let Chroma, who had a tiny bit of sense in her head, back away slowly, in one piece.

anyway, that's how you became a handler. the pay bump is nice, your CO says you've been fast-tracked for officer school someday, and more to the point, the augment has already saved your whole squad at least three times.

but you have not once showered alone since that day, and you know it'd be a really, really bad idea to ever refuse a game of Kinetic Princess. that's just how it is when your real MOS is "weapon's favorite person". □

[0ciestiel0]

Brilliant Minds episode 8 is maybe my new favorite thing. Here are my musings:

Wolf and Nichols acting like horny teenagers was so fun and funny at the same time. Like you’re two grown adults both with a whole ass office to lock the damn door.

No but I loved all their scenes. And I’m happy their little drama didn’t last long and Wolf didn’t let Nichols end things before they started cuz his mother scared him. They had me worried for a moment after Nichols was all let’s be coworkers. You could tell he didn’t actually want that. He kind of looked like he wanted Wolf to fight him on it and he looked sad when he didn’t. So I’m glad Wolf figured it out.

But also when Wolf thought Nichols came to his office to pick up where they left off in the elevator and he says lock the door this time I can only handle my mother walking in on me so many times. How many times has that happened Wolf?? That implies way more than just the elevator today??

I love the little banter they have eating takeout. Wolf coming for him cuz he wasn’t using chopsticks. It’s very practical of Nichols to say he can use chopsticks but he prefers the efficiency of the fork.

Also Josh was so humble. Wolf is all another miracle by Dr. Nichols and he just kinda looks all….like this isn’t about me. Very demure, very mindful. But in all seriousness I like they started off in ep one making him seem a little god complex surgeon stereotype but as we got to know him more we see he’s nothing like that. And actually quite humble for a surgeon.

It was adorable how Nichols stands all military-like after they get caught in the elevator. Probably old habits die hard but Wolf was all embarrassed and oh hell no not again Nichols is all reflexive military stance with a hint of dear god don’t fire me.

Also Josh “I can be intimidating” Nichols. Show me cuz all I’ve seen is flirty surgeon. No but please do I’d love to see intimidating Nichols.

Wolf has good taste in men. That college bro he kissed was also quite fine.

Boy do I have words for Wolf’s mother. I get some of her point like seeing the AIDS crisis probably would make her afraid for Wolf at the time but also like Wolf says she was his mother she still should have talked to him. And my heart was breaking for Wolf as he talked and got all that out about how he felt, like he did something wrong. Like no Wolf, you did nothing wrong 😭 you’re a perfect little cinnamon roll.

“I didn’t need protection, I needed love.” 😭

Also Wolf’s face when Nichols says more like 60/40 was priceless. It was giving you are betting against us? But then his face lights up when he says you’ve proven me wrong before. And that little Nichols smile temporarily fixed my anger at Wolf’s mother.

While I want Van and Ericka to work I’m concerned they will make this love triangle into a bigger drama. And she will end up with Jacob or have a thing with him yet.

The case of the episode was also a ride. Extra points for Susan Bay Nimoy and the nods to Leonard Nimoy and Spock.

[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl Part.6

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut, violence

Part.5

•Masterlist•

Clay has been kicked out of the crew, happy tattooed over his mark, but he didn’t go without a good beating from Jax and Chibs, and I’ve given birth to my beautiful little girl, we settled on the name Harley, she’s only a month old but she the light of my lift already, she’s as cute as a button, she has Chibs dark eyes and she has light brown hair, I get her dressed in a club onesie with the reaper on it and getting her to go bag, Chibs driving us to the clubhouse

“She hates seeing you go, when you walk to the club house she always squeezes her hands your way babbling” I say as we get out of the truck as he meets me at the back

“Nah don’t say that ta me, if I could strap her ta me all day I would” he said as he wiggled his finger in her face for her to grab onto

“I think she likes you more, maybe it’s your accent” I laugh as she giggles at Chibs

“What can I say the younger ladies like me” he smirks smacking my ass

“Filthy ol man, we’ll be in the office if you need anything” he nods giving us both kisses before we head our separate ways

“Your daddy is a crazy Scotsman Harley, but he’s ours”

•

The day was growing late as I’ve been catching up on lots of work, the sun setting and Harley fast cranky and tired, I pack up our stuff and cradle her against my chest, heading to the club I sit on the couch and start to feed her

“A show just for us” tigs calls out laughing

“Sick freak” I groan, I look around the club and don’t see Chibs

“Where’s Chibs at?”

“Him and Jax are out getting more beer should be back soon” and if right on time Jax walks in Chibs behind him but what I see it breaks my heart, a crow eater hanging off him, everyone notices my mood change looking between us both, I try to keep the tears at bay but it’s no use, I pull Harley off and pull my shirt back up

“How could you?” I cry looking at him, he pushes the girl off him when he sees me

“Lassy it’s no what ye think” he comes to my side but I pull back

“I know I haven’t been able to give you a lot of sex and stuff lately but I didn’t think you’d go off and find a filthy gash” I glare at the girl wiping my eyes

“Y/n listen he’s been with me the whole time, this chick was just at the door wouldn’t get off, as a matter of fact you can get the hell outta here” Jax says pushing her out the door

“He’ll be back, wouldn’t want a fatty like you anyways” she spit before leaving, a trail of cheap perfume in her wake

I look down at myself and pull my hoodie down insecure as the guys look back at me with a sad look

“Baby girl I swear yer the only one I want, ye know I’d never cheat on ye, yer still as beautiful as the day met ye” Chibs says pulling me and Harley to his chest

“I’m sorry it’s these hormones, and I’ve been trying really hard to get rid of this baby weight”

“You look sexy as hell sweetheart, Chibs is a lucky man” Bobby says making the guys laugh

“Ye carried our lil girl I knew it’d change yer body but I still wanna see ye riding me all night lassy” my face heats up at his words

“Bro I’m right here” Jax groans

Harley reached out for Chibs babbling for him, he picks her up and brushes her crazy hair back

“If it helps you should be healed enough to get back to it” Tara states and I can see his eyes light up

“Trust me he hasn’t been going without some loving” the guys cheer out

“Ye haven’t either lassy, remember the other day when Harley wasn’t hungry but ye begged me ta…” I clamp my hand over his mouth totally embarrasing me

“Shut your mouth Filip”

“Filip…..ooooo you’re in trouble” Opie calls out

Tigs throws his arm over Chibs shoulder “so tell me she taste as good as you thought?” Everyone groans

“Dear lord you’re sick” Gemma says

“You guys have fun me and Harley are gonna go to our dorm, she’s tired” I pick up the bag and Chibs kisses us both

“I’ll be there later Angel, ye know I love ye”

“I know, have fun” I walk back to the dorm me and Chibs would crash in, only for us, Gemma always kept it clean for us since we didn’t want Harley getting sick

I change her and lay her in her crib, stripping my own clothes standing in the mirror I feel all those insecurities seep back in, even though the guys reassured me it didn’t stop the words that that gash said to me

I got some stretch marks on my hips and my belly was still puffed out a bit, by boobs weren’t as perky as they were before, all the crow eaters were tight and perky everywhere, smooth skin and pretty, I wouldn’t blame him if he left me I throw on his reaper hoodie and sweatpants curling up into a ball on the bed crying myself to sleep

•

I wake to snoring in my ear, I turn seeing chibs wrapped around me, I trace my fingers gently against his scars, I always thought they made him more sexy

I drag myself out of bed taking Harley with me out to the main room of the club sitting on a stool at the bar

“Hey sweetie want a coffee?” Lyla asks coming out of the kitchen, god she was pretty, she’s had a kid and still looks amazing

“No im okay” I sigh and she leans on the bar infront of me

“What’s going on? You’re not yourself”

“After you had your kid how did you get back to your rocking body?”

“Took some time but I kinda just bounced back, my girl wasn’t that big, why?”

“Just miss my old body, I know chibs and the guys say it’s fine but…..I don’t feel that sexy anymore”

“You’re just getting use to it, your body will bounce back, it’s only been a month and your hormones are still out of wack, you know what you need?” She smirks

“What?”

“You and Chibs need a night to yourself, have Gemma watch little Harley and you and Chibs screw eachothers brains out” I blush at her suggestion

“Oh I don’t know”

“Don’t know about what” I hear Chibs ask coming out of the hallway to sit next to me brushing a finger over a still sleeping Harley’s cheek

“I was just telling y/n here that you should give Harley to Gemma for a night, give you guys so free time to have some fun” I look at him blushing only making him smirk

“Sounds bloody fantastic” he beams

“are you sure? I mean we can wait till I lose the weight and it looks like before or…” he cuts me off pulling me into a kiss, sloppy and hard as he grips the back of my head making me gasp

“Shite lassy, stop talkin like that, yer sexy baby, and imma show ye tonight” meakly I nod as he brushes his thumb over my swollen lip

“Christ maybe I should have another kid if Opie will treat me like that” Lyla laughs before the rest of the guys come into the club

The day goes on guys working on some vechiles and bikes, Gemma had Harley on the office as she was napping, and I sat outside the shop watch Chibs get to work, seeing him get his hand dirty did something to me

“You’re practically eye fucking him” Jax says from beside me

“Oh shut up I can’t help it” I felt like a dog in heat watching him as he looked over with a smirk and I send a little wave

“Aye lassy got yer panties soaked yet” he yelled out catching everyone’s attention, he’s about to get in another car to bring in and I stride over to him about to give him a piece of my mind

Leaning in the hood as he’s inside I shoot him a knowing look

“You sure like embarrassing me don’t you baby”

“It’s my job as yer ol man darlin” his smile drops as we hear beeping, he jumps out of the car running screaming for me to follow, confused but I run when the car explodes behind us, thrown in the air I land on the concrete hard, my ears ringing as I try to ground myself looking around for chibs, when I see him next to me unconscious and blood pulling around his head my world stops

I crawl to him dazed as the others surround us, I take his face in my hands begging and crying for him to wake up but he doesn’t he just lays there as more blood surrounds him

“Please…..please don’t leave me” I whimper resting my head in his chest as I hear distant sirens

Everything was a blur, the paramedics taking chibs into the ambulance, watching as they worked on him as we drove to the hospital, the doctors stopping me at the door from following him into the emergency room, sitting in the waiting room like something was gripping my heart and never letting go

Hours went by and no word from the doctors yet, every minute that went by it felt like he was slipping through my fingers

“Honey he’ll be okay, it’s Chibs he’s a tough son of a bitch” mom says rubbing up and down my back as I held Harley in my arms, looking into the eyes of the man I love, the eyes she had looking right back at me with no clue in the world, no clue that her daddy was in the hospital

“Mrs Telford?” A doctor calls and the name makes my heart bloom

“Yes is he okay?” I stand quickly as does the rest of the crew

“We got him steady but he’s still critical, we’ll have to keep him here for a while and monitor him but you can see him now” she led us to his room where he laid still too still, his head bandaged, I slumped down on the seat next to the bed holding Harley close as she tried to reach for him

“This can’t be happening, I want you guys to find who did this, and you kill them” I cry looking up at the crew in the door way

“We’ll find them sis” Jax states and they leave with a new sense of purpose

“Mom can you take Harley home, watch her for a while, I just need to stay with him”

“Of course baby” she takes Harley leaving a kiss on my check before leaving, the only sound in the room is the constant beep of the monitor and his shallow breathing, I take his hand in mine

“You come back to me Filip, we need you, I need you, you’re my ol man remember”

Silence.

•

Days went by and I never left his side once except when the guys would force me to take a shower, thankfully there was one in the joining bathroom

I could barely eat, too anxious my stomach in knots, the guys would come and check on us occasionally

I hear a knock on the door then Happy comes in coming and pulling a chair up next to me, taking my head gently and pulling it to his chest and a new wave of tears bursts out

“You need to take care of yourself sweetheart, you know he’d want you to”

“I know but I can’t, I can’t breath without him, I can’t sleep without him holding me, I can’t eat knowing he’s just laying here”

Another knock taps on the door and mom comes in with a vase of flowers and a bag of food

“Any update baby?” She asks as she sets the flowers down on the night stand

“Doctors say his brain swelling went down which is good”

“See he’ll be up and teasing you in no time” she smiles making me feel okay for a second

“I love him so much” I sigh and I feel happy rub up and down my back

“He knows that” the door swings open and in comes a woman with dark curly hair and I can see happy is as confused as me

“Oh shit” mom says

“Who are you?” I ask confused and angry

“I’m Filips wife” and just like that my world crumbles all over again, wife? How have I never known this, I have a child with this man and he never once mentioned a wife I felt sick, jumping up I run to the nearest garbage can and throw up the little food I’ve eaten, happy right at my side holding my hair back

“You should go” Gemma says full of anger

“I can see where I’m not wanted but tell him jimmy will be in touch when he wakes” her accent thick, as she leaves

I turn wiping my mouth

“You knew?” I stare at Gemma shocked

“They aren’t together sweetie, it was a long time ago”

“But why wouldn’t he tell me”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it” I sigh sitting back down in the chair, even if he lied I can’t leave him even if I wanted to throttle him

“Can I be alone please” the nod understanding and once again I’m alone

•

Part.7

Oooooooo what’s gonna happen?

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[eclecticqueennerd]

Soldier Boy as a Girl Dad

Ben was elated when he learned he was going to be a dad. He saw it as a chance to have something he never got when he was a kid. He was disappointed to learn that you were having a girl, but once you gave birth man oh man did his worldview change drastically.

Ben’s view was the woman to stays in the home and pumps out babies while the man goes to work and brings home the bacon. Ben was always a misogynistic ass, less so with you, but now he was just an ass. He did not want his daughter to grow up in a world where she was only treated as a Broodmare. No, he wanted her to rule the world.

Early on he taught his daughter how to fight and protect herself from bullies, which would occur due to her dad being a supe. You’d often tell Ben to stop, “Ben, we have to talk to the teachers and let them handle it.” “Oh, come on y/n, you know how they handle bullying there. No daughter of mine is going to be a damsel in distress.” It wasn’t until you got a call from the elementary school principal saying that your 6-year-old daughter punched her bully at school. You went to get your daughter from the principals’ office and as you left with your daughter and Ben in tow, you heard him say, “Show me where you punched him.” Out of the corner of your eye you’d see your daughter make a fist and place it on Ben’s chin. Ben let out a loud chuckle, “Atta girl.”

Pre-Teen years were awful. Your daughter became less of a daddy’s girl and more of a bratty teenager. Whenever Ben would try to connect with her, he was always met with attitude, eye rolls with constant saying of ‘that’s so lame’. You’d back Ben up by telling your daughter to snap out of it, but was met with hostility, “What are you going to do about it mom? You’re just a normie.” By this time her powers were developing, and strength was one of the first skills. It wasn’t until Ben had to save her from a supe terrorist, who fucked with the wrong dad, that her attitude towards the two of you changed.

Teen years your daughter became more mellow and hung out with the two of you more. Ben even taught her how to spar and use her powers appropriately. He’d teach her how to drive and how to do her math homework. “What do you mean they want you to do it that way, my way is easier.” “It’s called Common Core math dad. Everyone has to learn it.” Every time Ben helped her with math, he’d become frustrated and soft glowing would emit from his chest. You quickly found a tutor for your daughter, as we don’t need another explosion like Moscow happening again.

When it came to your daughter’s first date, Ben almost blew a gasket. “We should talk to her about safe sex.” “SAFE SEX?!” “Yes Ben. Teenagers have sex and we need to prepare her and make sure she understands that protection is important.” Suffice to say you handled that conversation. When the boy came over to pick your daughter up, he made the poor mistake of cracking a joke, “We’ll sir I’m surprised you’re not sitting there cleaning a gun with how your daughter talks about you.” “Son, I don’t need a gun to kill you.” Ben scared that poor boy off after the first date.

When your daughter left for college, Ben was trying his best to keep his shit together. Watching her car drive down the road you ask, “Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” Ben chuckles, pulls you close, and wipes a tear trailing down his cheek. He said, “Better than what I could have hoped for.”

[alloutofgoddesses]

S08E15 - Lab Rats

- Took a three hour nap the moment I got home from work bc I have a ~migraine~

- Which is why I am getting to this late

- Anyway

- Hey Moira

- Imagine being evil in a marshmallow suit

- Maddie sweetpea I am so sorry

- Hey FBI

- Buck lmao

- Why is Buck’s impulse control in El Paso when he is NEEDED here

- We all know how things get when things get personal for these two people

- Frankly I would rather them be here fighting with the literal military and FBI than Out And About

- Saw this coming

- I think in this scenario there are actually three crazy bitches

- OFFICER WILLIAMS

- LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO I love Officer Williams

- I wanna cry :)

- “Chemistry set” um. It’s a lab.

- Jesus Christ Athena

- Hello again Ravi ily

- Ravi NOOOOOOOOO

- Hi Karen

- She’s rocking back and forth Augh

- She looks so pretty though

- Well. About that.

- God has no power here

- Ravi is just taking a little nap

- Just vibes man

- Bobert Nash.

- Moira is such a fucking bitch

- I appreciate that they aren’t using Karen as an expert in all science

- Her knowing all the scientists makes so much sense too

- Not yet

- Don’t get Written up Chim

- Oh sweetie

- :(

- Nah you’re fine Chim

- See like I get that this would be more impactful if I didn’t know everything was going to be fine

- However, I can rarely handle actual angst, and angst with with a happy ending is my fav

- And I am Not in a position for actual angst right now

- Awwwww a FaceTime

- Madney !!!!!!

- Blood, blood, buckets of the stuff

- Oh boy

- Buck following Athena’s orders halscgisdlah he has grown so much

- Poor Hen she knows Exactly what’s happening to her bffl

- Not very well

- Girl

- Hey Buck my guy

- Up!

- Also just like. Let the FBI take it from here, you are making it worse for yourself

- Are you for real right now

- No shit Tommy

- As someone who also bleeds from the left the most when I get nosebleeds I feel Chim rn

- Hey look he’s fine

- Buck now is not the time

- Uh huh sure

- Hey other helicopter

- You see how you made this worse for yourselves

- Good Lord

- However. Imagine being so down bad for a guy you will Not end up with that you’re willing to do this shit

- Lmao

- Sorry this is Serious I am Serious

- It’s not maybe one of the funniest things I’ve ever witnessed

- Oh there’s no way she’s in there. She never even got in

- Wouldn’t you like to know

- KAREN TO THE RESCUE

- Athena is going in? Not Roz? I love this ridiculous show

- Only Angela Basset.

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- There’s clearly one person actually handcuffed here

- You would have already cuffed them if they were actually under arrest

- That’s great lady I’m sure you’ll get a plea deal and be out in less than a decade

- Now when does Bobby dramatically pass out

- I hope Ravi has someone to hug when he gets home

- Hey Buck

- Bobby why ain’t ya moving

- Rat!

- I don’t think you’re gonna be allowed to keep the lab rat as a pet unfortunately

- Bobby you and I both know he’s not gonna be okay

- AN I LOVE YOU !!!!! AND HE CALLED HIM KID!!!!!!!!

- If this wasn’t some weird ass fakeout I would be devastated right now (<- denial)

- The moment Bobby is alive again Athena is going to kill him (<- denial)

- Awwwwwww

- Time for Buck to Crash The Fuck Out

- And if anyone is gonna defy all logic, physics, and reality it’s gonna be Athena Grant-Nash

- Theyyyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- GOD they’re SO

- Soul! Mates!

- HOZIER AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- AND IT’S WORK SONG

- OUCH OWIE OW

- Ravi and Karen?! Gifts I didn’t know I needed

- I shan’t be crying everything is gonna be Fine (<- denial)

- But Work Song

- I need all of these people in a cuddle pile right now

- Buck looks so little he literally looks eight years old

- That’s just a kid losing his dad

- :(

- OW that last shot

- 10/10 acting Peter Krause

- 10/10 acting Oliver Stark

- 10/10 acting Angela Basset

- 10/10 acting Anirudh Pisharody

- 10/10 acting Aisha Hinds

- 10/10 acting Kenneth Choi

- 10/10 acting Jennifer Love Hewitt

- 10/10 acting Tracie Thoms

- And even though they weren’t in this episode (unfortunately) I know Ryan Guzman and Gavin McHugh would have ATE

[kenobifitz]

Favorite ever L&O SVU fic of yours and if someone else's? Let's start a chain. Tag someone else!

hello anon and thanks for the ask🧚‍♀️

there are so many amazing writers in the SVU fandom, i mainly read barisi/rollisi fics so these are some of my recs for those if you're into them :)

two of mine (which im surprisingly proud of not gonna lie)

absolution (if you want some barisi smut with religious guilt and virgin!sonny in the mix)

He could lie. Say it’s just him wanting to impress Rafael for their first time together. But no. It was his first time. Ever. Sonny Carisi was a virgin.

is it casual? (if you want an barisi au where sonny is a hot gym teacher and lots of pining)

Rafael gets dragged into a spin class and meets a ridiculously hot gym instructor in tight spandex shorts.

nooow, onto the recs, gonna try to put a few and im probably forgetting a lot of them because of the amount of crazy good fics in the fandom.

barisi fics:

Established Dom!Barba & Sub!Carisi by the amazing spectacular @request-remand

really good barisi smut with the feels, honestly just read all of their fics they're all amazing

you didn’t have to look at me like that, like i mean something by lousdrafts ( @fwtxl )

Rafael barba is a pining idiot who doesn’t think sonny would want him, but surprise he does!

Or 5 + 1 times they almost do something about the ever building tension and when they finally do

love love this one, lots of pining 🫶🏼

The Cabin by @margoblack

During a snowstorm, Carisi and Barba crash their car and are seemingly rescued by a pair of strangers. However, as they recover in a remote cabin, they begin to suspect that their rescuers might not be as helpful as they seem.

Margo has so many good fics if you like romantic comedy (funniest writer fr) and angst

Every Homily A Love Letter by @barisistill

Sonny is a priest AU.

This one just...god it's so beautifully heartbreaking. *praying for an update pls* but yeah I'm a sucker for religious guilt and this one hits all the right buttons.

So. The cat. by @ae-nar

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he says and watches as the cat’s ears twitch. He brings his right hand up slowly and puts it in front of the cat for it to sniff. It barely opens its eyes, which makes Sonny worry for its survivor instinct, aren’t cats supposed to be on constant lookout? He’s always been more of a dog person, if he’s honest, so he really doesn’t know what he’s doing. The cat, seemingly satisfied with Sonny’s scent, lays its head down. Is it going back to sleep? What is Sonny even supposed to do?! He doesn’t remember emergency protocol for finding a cat in Barba’s open office at ass o’clock! “Who are you?”

Alternative Universe where Barba can transform into a cat and it's so fucking adorable I loved it!! (Also read their Barmaro to Barisi pipeline series, really good character study)

Serve and Protect by GenuineSnoof

Liv and Rafael don't see eye to eye about their latest case. Rafael feels forced to take matters into his own hands.

honestly, badass Rafael all around!! with worried sonny, hurt rafa, established barisi like come ooon, i love it.

Late Night Phone Calls by OreoLuvr13

Rafael thought that he was done with getting Liv's late night phone calls when he left the DA's office. It turns out he was wrong. Liv is calling and Sonny isn't home. A Barisi missing scene from 19.19-Sunk Cost Fallacy

im a sucker for post 19.19 fics, so this one hits right.

rollisi fics:

The Things We Can't Forget by @electrictoes

When Carisi's sister shows up at the precinct, the case she presents the squad with brings old demons back to haunt him.

i would put all their fics here but i cant so this one has to do, just delicious hurt/comfort, but really go read all theirs, good rollisi always

Admiring the View by Niklet

"She used to roll her eyes when she heard other women talking about how they’d fallen in love with their best friend. And then it had happened to her. Although now she thought about it, she wasn’t sure which one of ���best friend” or “falling in love” had come first."

can u tell i love sonny too? yeah

Obvious by SwordsandPens

A stranger to them, who had not witnessed the years of partnership and friendship and near misses….could see that Carisi had feelings for her. Of course, Amanda wasn’t naive. She knew that no matter how professional Sonny was, there was a way about him; a subconscious perk in his body when she entered a room, and he was always close by; an arm's reach from her, most of any time they were together. But they’d always been like that, hadn’t they?

like they were obviously in love for a whileeee

you got plans? don't say that by bcofl0ve

they make out in the courthouse hallway and carisi comes in his pants and then they fuck in the bathroom that's it that's the plot

good ol' rollisi smut

anyways that's all i have for now, there are a lot im probably forgetting and anyone tagged here please feel free to share your recs if u want🫶🏼🫡

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

29 - Runnin' On Dreams And Gasoline

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: Some pregnancy talk, some swearing but par for the course at this point.

A/N: They find out some things! As always, reblogs, comments, likes, etc. are much, much appreciated! Love y'all for reading!

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie @barnesboo1967 @dizzybee03 @coloraturadiva @kmc1989 @khouse712 @crossskylinesandcontrails @kaleysbookshelf @rootedinrevisions

Tyler walked out of the house, Grits hot on his heels. The dog was just a year old now and he was mostly grown. They had just had all three dogs fixed so they were trying to have them take it easy this week. Grits weighed in at a whopping fifty pounds and his shoulder just about met Tyler's knee. He headed toward the barn and found Georgia standing in the aisle with Roadie on the cross ties. She was brushing the little horse, and about to put the saddle on when she saw him.

“Hey, can you swing his saddle up for me? I feel like I shouldn't.” She asked and Tyler smiled and did as she wanted. They had a few extra saddles besides Tyler's big ass rope saddle, and Georgia's fancy old barrel saddles. She had planned to retire Wilene’s saddle, but it ended up fitting Roadie well, so she kept using it, but she was getting concerned with how fast her belly was growing this time around, that at just over the eight weeks, she had a significant bump. She bit her lip as she watched Tyler effortlessly place the saddle on the gelding’s back.

“You okay? You seemed a little off at breakfast this morning and you didn't come in to eat lunch. I meant to check on ya earlier but I've been on calls all morning. Jaycen's been real quiet today. He's nappin’ right now.” Tyler explained, placing his hand across the saddle and his other on her waist. 

“I'm just worried. I feel awful big this time around. Well, now, I am big this time. I've got a pretty significant bump and I feel like I'm eating for three when I can eat.” She explained as she bent to grab the cinch and secure it. She turned to face Tyler and he leaned down to kiss her.

“We have the appointment tomorrow. I'm sure everythin’ is just fine. It's not like there's twins in there. Right?” Tyler assured her, pulling her closer, her bump meeting him first, which made him smirk.

“What if there is?” She asked, placing her hands at his neck. He studied her for a moment, seeing the concern in her features. He brought a hand up, running his knuckles across her cheek carefully before cupping it.

“Then we need two names this time. What are we thinkin’?” He asked softly, smiling warmly at Georgia. She shook her head and the worry melted from her expression slightly as her eyes met his. 

“If it's girls, Kaitlyn and Janie. Boys...Cody for one...don't have another yet.” She said and Tyler nodded.

“And if it's both? I like Kaitlyn and Cody. Katie and Cody. Sounds nice, I think.” He said and Georgia agreed. 

“What do you want it to be?” She asked.

“I wouldn’t mind one of each. It’d be nice for you to have a little barrel racer in the house.” Tyler mused.

“How do you know she won’t be a roper or a cutter? Or maybe she won’t even want to do anythin’ with horses. Maybe she’ll be our little diesel mechanic. Or even better, she’ll be a storm chaser just like her daddy.” Georgia’s smile was wide as she thought of all the possibilities. Tyler pulled her into a hug and they stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying each other’s quiet company. 

🌪🛻🌪

Georgia and Tyler sat at the doctor's office, Jaycen in his mother's arms as they waited for their appointment. She was exhausted. Absolutely wiped out. And she was already showing, just shy of three months into this pregnancy, whereas with Jaycen, she had only begun to slightly show after four months. They didn't know if that was indicative of anything concerning, so the appointment was warranted.

They had two great doctors, Dr. Halstead, and Dr. Atwater, who would see them. Dr. Halstead did all the pregnancy visits and initial postnatal appointments, and then Dr. Atwater would be their regular pediatrician. For this visit, they would be giving Jaycen a quick check up and then doing the first ultrasound for Georgia. 

Jaycen was a healthy little boy, nothing concerning. He was just quiet, always observing, except when he was with Tyler. The little boy's smile was widest with him, and he was almost rambunctious. 

“I told you, he's an Owens. He's gonna be wild. But I'll tell ya, when he's with his momma, he's the quietest, sweetest baby ever.” Tyler said, as Dr. Atwater handed him back to Tyler. She had just taken some quick vitals and weight, everything nearly perfect. Dr. Halstead got the ultrasound ready for Georgia as Tyler sat next to the bed. Georgia shivered as the doctor spread the gel over her belly. 

“So, everything looks great so far. I know you were concerned as to why you were showing so early, and as I suspected, it's a simple answer. You've got twins.” Dr. Halstead turned the monitor so that she could point out the two heartbeats, and two sets of limbs. Georgia glanced at Tyler, who in staring at the screen, had tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, balancing the baby boy and smiling at his wife.

“You just keep giving me everything I want, Gee.” He said, leaning down to kiss her, careful of the boy in his arms. 

They left with an ultrasound picture, and instructions until her next appointment. With them having twins, Dr. Halstead wanted to see her more often than she had with her first pregnancy. Two babies were going to be more taxing on her body, so she expected to be more tired and more sore. Tyler secured Jaycen in his carseat in the back of the new truck, Red Betty, as he had jokingly named it, but it turned out Georgia kind of liked that name for it. 

“So we're really goin’ all in on this one, huh?” He said, helping her into the passenger seat. 

“You're the one with the...what did they say...’hyper mobile sperm’?” Georgia joked, earning a chuckle from Tyler.

“I dont think its entirely me. We fuck like rabbits, darlin'. And nothin’ about it is safe. Guess we didn't listen about that in health class, huh?” Tyler started the truck and Georgia shook her head and smiled at him. She glanced back at Jaycen, who was fidgeting slightly and then quieted, beginning to close his eyes. It was about his diaper change and nap time so it was a good thing the doctor's office was decently close to home.

“So the next one, we go for triplets.” Tyler joked and Georgia glared at him.

“I'll kill you if you make me carry three kids.  I'm already a fuckin’ whale.” Georgia said, a smirk still painted across her lips.Tyler tilted his head and raised his brows.

“Don't you dare, you're beautiful, and hot, and sexy, no matter how big you get. You make me so happy...and horny...carryin' my kids.” He shot a look over at her, their eyes meeting. “Just think, we could be done having kids by the time we're both thirty.”

“Is that the goal?” She raised her brows, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Well, I wanna spend as much of our lives with them...and I wanna have as much time as I can with you darlin’.” His voice grew unsteady and she shared the sentiment.

“Ty...stop you're gonna make me cry.” She bit her lip and sniffled, tears stinging her eyes.

“And you're gonna say it's just the hormones but I know you're just as sappy as I am.” He murmured, grinning at her again, as they pulled on to their long driveway, to their home.

“I love you.” She said, her gaze reverent as she held his.

“Love you too, Gee.” He said, reaching across the center console for her hand, like always. And like always, she took it, intertwining their fingers together.

🌪🛻🌪

Tyler was sitting on the front porch, enjoying the warmth and the change of the seasons. It was June, just at the end of it, and the chasing season had been slow to start. Tyler had plenty of time at home, more than he thought he would. The channel was doing fantastic and merch sales were off the charts. Georgia had lots of clients coming in for lessons, which was great because she couldn’t do too much riding with the twins in her belly. The only horses she was sitting on were Roadie and Ducati, sometimes Rascal if Tyler needed help.

Grits laid comfortably at his feet, on one of the many dog beds the dog had picked out for himself. Every time they went to the feed store, Grits always wanted to get a new bed and they always ended up leaving with something. There were beds and mats in the barn, near the arena, in the trucks, on both floors of the house, and of course, on the porch. 

Jaycen was bundled in Tyler’s arms, the little boy staring up at him, green matching green. 

“You’re gonna be a handsome lil’ devil, I know it.” Tyler murmured as he glanced over toward the arena. Georgia was in the middle of teaching her fourth lesson of the day, a girl who had been regularly trucking in with a few horses. Ophelia had taken over the riding on Twist and Tulsa for Georgia, and Lennon had even hopped on the mares here and there to play around with roping off of them. Tyler spoke again as he looked back down at his son. “And soon enough, you’re gonna have brothers and sisters. Well, at least I hope one of each. I know it seems like it’s gon be a long time but it’ll come sooner than we think, buddy. That’s why I’m thankful for every day I get with ya. You’ll be all grown up and feisty before we both know it.”

“Talking to the kid again, T?” Tyler hadn’t even noticed Boone’s footsteps on the stairs. Neither had Grits. Boone waved to Jaycen, who smiled and squirmed, making grabby hands at Tyler. He smiled and as Boone sat down, he offered for him to hold Jaycen. He politely declined. “Nah, it’s not that I don’t wanna. Just want you to have as much time as you can. Reports are comin’ in. It’s gonna start to get crazy soon. Lotta weather comin’ in.”

“Yeah...I feel like I’ve been on the phone non-stop with Kate and Scott. They’ve been drivin’ everywhere. We’re gonna have to head into Arkansas and Kansas. I’m dreadin’ it, Booney.” Tyler explained, letting Jaycen grab one of his large fingers. The little boy held it with force, making Tyler chuckle. “Strong lil’ bugger. Don’t get into a tussle with him.”

“Nah, T, your kids are all gonna be tough mother fuckers. Even the girlies, if you have ‘em. You and Gee are a force of nature together.” Boone said, smiling, thinking of all the memories he had with the two of them.

“Thanks Booney. We’re doin’ our best.” Tyler said, glancing over at him.

“You’re doin’ more than your best. I know it might not feel like it sometimes, but you are.” Boone reassured him and Tyler thanked him.

“Appreciate that, man. I really do.” Tyler said, feeling Jaycen squirm again. Tyler adjusted him to rest in the crook of his other arm.

“You let me know what else you need. You take care of me and Lily so well.”

‘Well you guys deserve it. We couldn’t have the channel without you. And I wouldn’t have my sanity without you. You were there for me in real hard times. Which, that reminds me. Jake asked me to see if you’d like to head out to Cali for his and Sam’s wedding. He invited everyone else too. Dex and Dani can’t make it so they’re gonna stay down here chasin’. Kate, Scott, and Javi were gonna stay too. I get it if you don’t feel up to it or you just don’t wanna, but I wanted to offer.” Tyler explained and Boone smiled.

“I’ll ask Lily and get back to you. I’m sure she’d like a lil’ vacation.”

“I know we’re plannin’ on drivin’ out with the dogs. Momma and Pops are gonna fly. Jake said the drive wasn’t bad but they did stop a bunch.” Tyler said, noticing Jaycen’s eyes drooping. “Oh, someone’s gettin’ sleepy. Might go put him inside for a nap. You hangin’ around a bit?”

“Yeah, I had some data from Cairo that Lily wanted me to drop off. I’ll go grab it and bring it to your office.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back in fifteen or so.” Tyler said, standing and opening the door, letting Grits go through first. The dog ambled beside his human as Tyler made his way up to Jaycen’s room. He checked his diaper before settling the boy in his crib. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead and then pulled the chair up to sit beside him. Grits laid down again as Tyler grabbed a book and quietly read the words until Jaycen drifted off to sleep. 

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“Why did you get another Christmas colored truck?” Javi asked, his hands on his hips as he stared at Red Betty. Georgia was sitting in the driver's side with the door open and Tyler was standing on the running board, hovering over her as the Wranglers discussed the next upcoming chase. It was getting close to the time when Tyler would have to go out on chases and he was dreading it a little bit.

“Because I wanted us to be cute and match.” Tyler smirked and glanced at Georgia, who just shook her head.

“And Kate picked the green truck herself.” Scott said, his arm around Kate’s shoulders. She smiled up at him and patted his arm. Georgia loved seeing Kate happy and with a significant other. She needed the distraction from work. 

“So am I included in the Christmas colors truck squad?” Javi asked, pointing to his truck, the white Ram.

“If you paint your truck.” Boone murmured from the bed of his truck, and it got everyone else laughing.

“Yeah, only the two big Christmas colors.” Kate teased.

“White is a Christmas color. It’s literally the color of snow.” Javi said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Well, Javi, some places don’t get snow for Christmas so.” Kate mused, making Scott dip his head and hide his grin against her hair. 

“Yeah!” Boone yelled, as he sunk down into the bed of his truck, fiddling with something metallic.

“Wow okay, well Scott and I can just be the non-Christmas squad then.” Javi joked. Kate glared at him and then poked Scott's chest.

“Man, nah, I’m gonna get a green truck to match Kate.” Scott said, chuckling to himself.

“Are you fucking kiddin’ me? You guys are just playin’ right?” Javi threw his hands up in frustration.

“Of course we are, Javi. Scott is gonna get a black truck because of his black soul.” Kate smirked and then she nudged Scott with her elbow.

“You know me so well.” He nudged her back, earning a giggle from Kate.

“Aright, listen up.” Tyler said, as he tapped on the roof of Georgia’s truck. “We’ve got some good numbers comin’ in over the next week. We’re gonna split into two teams for this one. I’ll be in my truck and Boone and Lily in his with the trailer. We’re heading to Arkansas. Kate, Scott, Javi, Dex and, Dani, y’all are gonna head to Kansas with the caravan and three trucks. They’re predicting some pretty big storms out there this week so we’ve gotta get good data. Then, we’re gonna meet in the middle, probably Joplin, Missouri and reevaluate. Then I’ve gotta head out to Cali for next week so y’all are on your own for a bit after that. If we have any problems, communication is key. If you can’t get a hold of me, you call Gee and she’ll get me, or Dustin will. If we have any issues with trucks, just head back here and Bobby can get here in a real emergency. Okay, let’s pack up the burritos. Time to go.” Tyler’s instructions were as concise as he could make them and he stepped down off the running boards of Georgia’s truck as everyone else wished each other luck and hopped into their vehicles. 

The yard was alive with the hum of diesel engines and as everyone secured belongings and began to drive down the driveway, the only one who would be left was Tyler. He had already said goodbye to Jaycen, who was asleep in the house now, but he reached down to rub Waffles and Pancake’s backs and then he pulled Georgia in for a tight hug. 

“Be careful, Tyler. I love you.” She said softly, kissing him fervently, desperately, and not wanting him to leave, but knowing he had to.

“I love you too, Gee, and I will. I’m gonna call you every day, twice a day. Maybe three times. Know I’m gonna be real lonely without you and that boy.” Tyler’s eyes grew misty and Georgia smiled into another kiss.

“You’ve got Gritty.” She murmured, motioning to the dog, who wagged his tail and barked softly.

“I know, and he’ll be great company, but I’m sure gonna miss home.” Tyler’s fingers ran up and down her back gently, his nose touching hers.

“You’ve got somethin’ to come back to, Ty. You’ll always have somethin’ to come back to.” Georgia said, and as they parted, Tyler blew her a kiss and tipped his hat before pointing to the truck, where Grits jumped in and sat in the passenger side. Tyler yelled that he loved her again as he shut the door and /tapped his hand a few times on it before letting Ole Red roar to life. He backed out of his spot in the driveway and swallowed hard as he took one last look at Georgia, barefoot and pregnant, waving at him, with the two blue heelers sitting protectively next to her, wagging their tails.