#I JUST STILL CANT BELIEVE I SAW MY BABYGIRLS

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (accor arena, paris, first night - 09/05/2023)

SOOOOOOO since a lot of people have done this and i want to write down as many things as i can about the concert so that i don't forget them i've decided to make this post and keep in mind i'm writing this running on four hours of sleep and a cappuccino BUT i'm currently sitting in a very pretty parisian café, chilling and waiting for my train and it's all very aesthetic i feel like the main character of a chick-flick movie. also drowning in post-concert depression but that's another story

so now that we've set the mood let's get to the actual writing bc this post isn't gonna make itself and i still have ~five hours of waiting to do and a whole lot of things to say so let's go

(also disclaimer: this is gonna be very rambly i'm so sorry i'm just emotional)

• so we got to the arena at around 6:30pm bc we had assigned seats, and entrance was a whole lot less chaotic than i'd expected (which was good) +  basically the place was almost empty bc it was so early, it really only started to fill up later and it was REALLY full only by the time inhaler was halfway through their set

• can't say anything about inhaler bc i know exactly zero (0) of their songs but i think they were nice and i actually feel like diving into their music a bit now bc some songs were pretty good

• and then once inhaler was done it was showtime!!!!!!!! i felt like i could DIE!!!!!!!!

• the moment they went up on stage i felt literal butterflies......... i just couldn't believe they were real, in the flesh, like they're ACTUALLY real they exist they're REAL!!!!! and we were breathing the same air and i was just so fucking mindblown by that concept i was fr having a moment

• setlist was the usual, i didn't get cornerstone NOR perfect sense (some of my all time am favourites.......) and tbh i still haven't forgiven them (HIM) for that like wtf boys. wtf. i get why they would decide not to play perfect sense but why wouldn't they play cornerstone LITERALLY a fan favourite and a classic smh (jk i forgive them but only bc they're cute 😔)

• also i got star treatment sooooo i mean i can't really complain can i. absolute magical experience, that song

• another thing about the setlist: they kept playing little melodies in between songs and i kept getting FOOLED bc every time it felt like they were going to debut a new song (hello you......jet skis........) but no i was just clowning real hard

• fo example at some point they played this random melody and i was like wtf and then they did nothing with it and just played high so yeah they were being sooo silly and goofy (i wanted to bite them)

• also the crowd was so ???? idek how to describe it bc during some songs they were so hyped (not only the most popular ones from am or 505; they even did a mosh pit during pretty visitors which was......okay i guess not really a song to mosh to but you do you paris keep speaking your truth). but then they were so dead during the car songs.... some girls next to us literally used mirrorball and big ideas to fucking sit down and have a break and that was so offensive tbvfh. meanwhile i was there vibing and singing along to the angsty car tunes and i genuinely was like "why am i the only one that's popping my fucking pussy rn". literally this

• diwk and sculptures are THE most powerful songs ever like hearing them live is a cathartic experience fr. diwk bc of how iconic it is, sculptures bc it's just so unique and they're so fucking powerful my ass was literally shaking. sculptures as an opener after the "countdown" intro they do is just The Right Choice TM like it just makes so much sense. it was born to be an absolutely epic opener and we love to see that. and well, diwk is a classic for a reason. the whole arena lost their shit when they hit the first notes, the floor was TREMBLING it was crazy

• the arabella fuckup moment was still so !!!!!!!! when he screamed FUCK bc he messed up the lyrics i honestly didn't even realise it was a mistake at first lmao considering just a couple of days earlier there was the "but it just doesn't fucking matter" moment or whatever he said during that part (i think it was one of the german shows? or amsterdam? idk i don't remember sjfhwhs). the point is, sometimes he's just silly and changes random lyrics and it all happened so fast one could have easily believed it was on purpose nsjcnennc but that just tells you how good they are. if you're able to make even a mistake sound so good and iconic then you're just so !!!!!!!!! yknow.

• also i heard people saying he was annoyed, a bit like during one of the amsterdam gigs, mostly bc of the arabella fuckup. but that's?? so not true?? like yeah he sounded super frustrated during that bit and his yelled FUCK is proof and rewatching that moment i feel so bad for him i wanna give him a hug </3, but for the rest of the night he was in a normal mood. pretty chill if you ask me

• apart from THE star treatment moment....... someone already mentioned it here but YEAH after the song ended he just went and whispered "it's the star treatment............" with the lowest saddest most heartbroken voice and i swear i heard my heart crack and crumble in a million pieces

• (btw yes he once again opened star treatment with "i just wanted a jet ski for the moat")

• he also sounded a bit sad and lost in his own thoughts during the closing part of iwby which reminded me of the same moment at lowlands 2022 and yes my heart broke once again

• but for the rest he was in a pretty standard mood!!! not overly chatty (when is he ever jskfke), didn't interact with the crowd that much but that's routine. just your regular banter: "what a night" "what a wonderful/splendid [can't remember???] night" and then before either pretty visitors or dancefloor he introduced the song like "it's [name of the song]... get down......GET DOWN" and that was just sooooo silly. in case it wasn't clear i was foaming at the mouth the whole time

• then during dancefloor he went "dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness....AAAAAAAA"

• also he didn't really interact with the others members apart from asking the crowd to give it up for matt (cute bffs <3) and then at some point (i think during body paint) him and jamie were doing their thing. scissoring with their guitars

• after he was done scissoring with jamie he also went and hopped on matt's platform and then went towards nick too but didn't do anything lmao. i was hoping for the usual hand-around-shoulder action but no. okay you do you king

• at some point either nick or jamie fucked up a note and it was so audible and he gave them one of his Iconic Glares TM IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY

• btw he didn't speak that much french, i was expecting much more - i'd even say he spoke less french than he did at other french gigs over the years which ???? okay lmao. he just said basic stuff, yknow, the usual "bonsoir paris", "merci", and then at some point he said "incroyable" with, i must admit, a pretty good pronunciation. tbh it was so cute and yes my heart did a lil !!!!! yeah why do you ask

• also he sounded EXACTLY like he does in recordings and studio versions which is INSANE. he has such a wide vocal capacity and his voice is sososoSO powerful, at its best fr. he sounded so damn good and perfect and he's so fucking talented and i might sob bc who gave him the fucking right

• but at the same time i see why people were saying they thought his voice sounded a bit higher - he has moments when you can hear the "ghost" of his younger voice and it's honestly so cute

• but overall it's just crazy and remarkable how much he sounds like the studio versions. there's literally no difference. none at all. he's just THAT fucking good

• and the others too they were so !!!!! honorable mention to matt bc the way that man drums is absolutely mesmerising

• and then well..... can't really ignore the elephant in the room can we. they're all so insanely attractive it's not even funny they looked so good and alex was GLOWING. i was in awe. he has such a powerful aura - commanding and serious yet with a lightness and gentleness to him that you just can't help but stare at him the whole time. he's so charming and fascinating and ARGH literally breathtaking. hypnotising. never getting over him

• long story short when they finished he was sending big smiles and kisses at the whole crowd and the screaming and applause just kept going and going and and and. the whole concert went by so fast it was so intense and i couldn't believe it was already over

• i didn't want to go i didn't want to leave i never wanted to leave i wanted to stay there and do it all over again

• so now it's been two days since the show and hours since i started drafting this post.... and i'm already back home and i MISS THEM SO MUCH. i missed them from the very moment they disappeared backstage and the post-concert depression is so real i literally feel like i left a piece of my heart in paris. i miss them i miss HIM sososo much 💔

• i'm so sorry i'm being such a dramatic bitch but that's just who i am 😔✊️

• overall the whole experience felt like a fucking fever dream and i still can't believe it really happened. it was so magical and special and they were so perfect and ugh i just really fucking love them. i love them so much and i'm so grateful i got to see them and experience first-hand something so beautiful. i didn't sob during the show (tbh i thought i would) but i might do it now bc i'm feeling so nostalgic and emotional and </3 i'm a mess i love them so much there's nothing else i can say it's just That. simply that <3

i think i'll post some pics/videos but not many bc you can hear me screaming and singing my heart out + i was shaking + mostly it looks like i recorded using a potato so skckwjcej but yeah expect me to post something. idk what but definitely something

that's about it for now, but i'll try to add more things if i remember something else along the way!! 💖

[calebwittebane]

my thoughts so far on the characters in scarlet.

koraidon is adorable. i cant believe miraidon is apparently more popular. miraidon has that robot dog toy from the early 00s appeal sure but koraidon is just soooo cute. chicken lizard creature. its SO goofy how its tail and its chest frills thingies turn into wheels but it still runs on its silly frog legs. love that. also im loving the skyrim terrain horse riding experience it provides i think thats exactly what pokemon was missing

i dont like clavell hes ugly and i dont think it was appropriate for him to comment on how well my stupid little uniform suits me right in front of my mother no less and i wish he would stop popping up because all he does is make me mildly uncomfortable

i was really expecting to like nemona a lot because shes cute as hell (despite her occasional disconcerting :-D smile) but shes so one-note its starting to get so old. maybe thatll change at some point but like. ok i get it we get it you like battles. we all do girl like this is pokemon im playing pokemon. that being said its so funny how much she wants my attention and like argues with arven about me like girl you just met me and my name is mozarella and im weird looking and my eyes dont have pupils and i dont really say anything and i dont know how to remove my stupid hat. i am flattered but what is it about me that appeals to you so, nemona? its not like i ever even helped her with anything at any point shes just been dragging me around nemonasplaining things to me. ok no i guess fair enough i get it

arven surprised me because at first i was super put off by him, although honestly that couldve been because his animations are SO scary like whyd they make him move like that and make those faces. either way i then saw him stumble around in the cafeteria with his enormous backpack, presumably in-universe he was like knocking shit off the tables with every move, and i found that endearing and relatable as i tend to do that too but without the backpack. and after that i hung around him a little and he turned into a fussy little housewife guywife babygirl like cooking for me and stuff like being like ohh omg of course i made extra for you you worked so hard today you gotta eat!! idk im really amused by this i like the guy and his huge clinically depressed dog

penny is so lame.

brassius frustrated me because hes likeable and cool looking but i tchruly hate it when media is like ok this character is an artist so lets make them say art and artistic and inspiration and artwork and all shit similar in every single sentence. this is offensive. we dont talk like this. as a member of the Big Art im greatly offended by this depiction.

[timidloner]

me ascending every time you call me ram <3 (it's like a power up i love it, like joren with mc, you're enabling me to ramble more each time)(sorry in advance for the amount ill send) watch me call you lolo for the loner in your username

it was very clear so we appreciate it!! and exactly omfg you get it, there's nothing wrong with being a conventionally attractive white man but personally it's so underwhelming compared to what i sometimes imagined (one time i played a game where i thought the guy had long black hair brooding and sharp looks like babygirl right? but then i saw the pictures and he had short very bland looks i cried.) tiktok goes crazy with THESE especially with the fancasting people do for books, its always the same kind of dudes its tragic (definitely an interesting topic from a sociological perspective but ill stop too lmaoaoa)

moles are so attractive normally but now with your concept too? brain rot i cant believe... is joren's neck sensitive? please i need to know because just MC touching the moles but instead they watch joren's neck turn red and both end up blushing like fools and THE SCARS WOAHHHH????? MC turning his scars into something joren can love by admiring them (tho the angst would be crazy if the MC was to be disgusted but personally my MC could never cause joren is our big meow meow)(im still not over the fact he can purr like can the MC scratch the back of his ears too? i need MOREEEE MONSTER FACTS)

AWWW, I love it!! Lolo is such a cute nickname!!

And I actually went to booktok to study (laugh at) this phenomenon and you're so right!! There's nothing wrong with these dudes, of course, but when the entirety of your male cast looks the same, it just becomes booooooring. They look like brothers!! Add some spice, please!!

Fortunately, that kind of surprise hasn't happened to me, I either never see the characters' portraits (IF) or that's the first thing I do (VN). But I won't go into detail about my feelings here, gotta stay away from controversies now that I'm a game dev (never gets old), haha!!

And yes! I've always loved moles, on someone's wrist, neck, below their eye, or the edge of their mouth... Doesn't matter, they are great.

I'd say both his neck and wrists are sensitive. And I love that idea, but due to his skin tone, his blush isn't really visible! So instead of turning red, we could say that MC is touching him and suddenly his skin heats up under their palm and he starts to sweat a little bit!

And ugh, now I can't help but imagine MC calling Joren their handsome man while tracing his scars...

Like, he doesn't really care if he's considered good-looking or not, but MC calling him that???? He'd melt. Suddenly, he'd understand why everyone is so concerned about beauty, and how good that kind of validation feels. He'd even start putting more effort into his appearance.

And maybe he could start seeing his scars as proof of how brave he's been throughout his life? He could stop being neutral about it, and become proud of them?

On the other hand, if MC finds him disgusting for his scars, it would make him insecure for the first time in a really long time. He'd try to dress in tunics with long sleeves, and always face MC with the "better" side of his face, so they don't have to look at his scar.

And yes!! Of course MC gets to scratch his ears, I'm pouring all of my impossible dreams of cuddling a big cat in those scenes. I'll think of some monster facts for tomorrow!!

[dr4cking]

heyoo, do you take reqs ? if u do can i have Draco smut where he sees fem reader in white lingerie ( sorry I’ve been imagining white lingerie 😮‍💨🖐🏼 ) and rails her against the wall and on the bed ? If you’re comfortable of course and have a nice day babe

Lingerie.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut duh |

a/n : hii bae thank you for requesting! pls draco would totally go crazy if he saw his girl in lingerie😼 and have a nice day too! <3

draco had been busy these past few days, he always had his work under his nose and he didnt even realize that he hadnt paid any attention to his girlfriend.

y/n was sexually frustrated more than ever, everytime she threw herself on draco he would turn her down saying that he needed to work.

so she has this wild idea that she knew he will not be able to resist. she was ready to show him what he’s been missing.

she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smirking as she picking out draco’s favorite, her white lingerie. she put it on and spin around to admire her body. she quickly put on the robe and made her way to draco’s work room.

like she predicted, when she opened the door she saw his boyfriend already burying his nose on those papers not even bothering to glance at her direction.

“hey dray, still working?” y/n said as she put her arms around his shoulder from behind, resting her chin on his head.

draco just hummed at her still writing something on his paper, y/n huffed can’t believe he preferred the work than her, she stands beside him and take a seat on his lap, her arm still wrapped around his shoulder.

“baby, you need to relax..” y/n said seductively turning his jaw to her and running her thumb on his bottom lip tugging it down and slipping the tip of her thumb into his mouth on purpose.

“not now love, i still have some work” draco was trying his best not to ripped off her robe and fucked her already on his desk.

“but when?” y/n untie her robe finally showing him her white lingerie making him gulped, she takes his hand in his and brought it to her lips sucking on his pointer finger then bringing it down to her clothed breast.

“i know you wanted this, you needed this dray” draco squeezed her breast in his hand rubbing his fingers on her nipple through the fabric, the transparent material was teasing his eyes.

“oh fuck this.” he put his hand on her throat to standing her up and pushed her against the wall, y/n let her robe land on the floor.

“my needy little slut.” draco pulls her for a rough kiss pressing their bodies closer, he kissed her hungrily, his hands groping around her body.

y/n wrapped her hands on his back, hooking one of her legs around his waist and starts to grinding on him causing him to throw his head back in pleasure getting harder because of her grinding.

“please draco, use me..” she unbuckled his trousers eagerly, getting excited for what she’d been craving for. she rubbed his tent through his boxers which earned her a soft moan from her boyfriend.

draco hissed when his semi hard slapped up to his stomach, the cold air hitting his cock making him bites his lip. y/n was about to take off her panties but draco’s hand quickly yanked her hand away.

“wanna fuck you with it” y/n nodded as he pushed her panties aside and rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“we can do foreplay another time draco just fuck me please..” draco raised his eyebrows at her but made no protests, he spits on his cock and rubbing it on her cunt lubricating her making her gasped and tighten her hold on his back.

draco slowly pushing his cock into her, stretching her out in one snap, filling her inside. profanities left their mouths at the feeling of finally being connected.

“god.. yes, please fuck me until i cant walk dray” draco obeyed her and starts to pounding into her right away making the girl cried out feeling satisfied as he fulfill her needs.

the skin clapping and moaning sounds filling his room. the room starts to smell like sex.

“fucking hell i missed this.. never gonna forgiving myself for ignoring this tight needy pussy” draco had to hold one of his hands against the wall to support himself, he snapped harder and harder into her forcing his cock going deeper inside her, y/n let her tears of pleasure streaming down her face and dug her nails deeper on his back.

“yes please.. make up for it dray” draco groans speeding up his pace.

“oh i will, princess.” he thrusted deeper, pressing their bodies closer letting all of his length disappear into her, his balls slapping against her inner thigh. y/n let out a hitched moan when his tip brushed her cervix, pain but pleasure at the same time.

“shit- i’m cumming” y/n cried out as her orgasm ripping out through her body, coating his cock with her juices.

“fuck y/n-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all his white liquids inside her, he ride out their high. some of their mixed cums dripping onto the floor.

“i’m not done yet with you, angel” draco said wrapping her legs on his waist and walking them out of his room to their bedroom. his cock still buried deep inside her as he walked them out.

draco throw her onto their bed with him on top of her without even pulling out as he stepped into their room, he groaned when he feels he was getting hard again inside of her.

“fuck babygirl this feel so good.. just what i need” y/n gripped on the sheets underneath her, feeling draco was tearing her apart into pieces but she loved the feeling at the same time.

draco sneaked his hand behind her unclasping her bra making her breasts full out on display for him, he slapped her breasts that were jiggling in front of him making y/n writhed at the sting.

he turned y/n around onto her stomach going on fours, he held her hands on her back with one of his hands, his other hand pushing her face down on the sheets making her screamed into the sheets. he gives her ass a few spanks marking it with his hand print without slowing down his thrust.

“fuck dray.. harder please..” he moved his hand and put it around her throat pulling her backwards pressing her back to his chest letting her head resting on his neck then he thrusted upwards into her, hard like she wanted.

“you’re my good little slut, dont you?” draco asked moving his hands to squeeze her breasts holding them from bouncing, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“y-yes draco..”

“then cum.” he then moves one of his hands down to circled her clit on eight figures, pinching it lightly forcing her orgasm.

“fuck.. draco!” y/n cums instantly on his cock, her walls pulsing and clenching, squeezing him tighter inside her triggering draco to cum any sooner.

“thats it baby take all of me..” he grips her hips tighter leaving bruises and he stopped his thrust and spilled his second cum in her, feeling her up to the brim. y/n moaned feeling so full. draco let her collapsed onto the bed while he stands up shakily to get the towel.

“are you okay?” y/n nodded, hissing when the towel hitting her sensitive clit.

“relax, love.” draco put the towel on the nightstand, he picks her up in bridal style bringing her to the bathroom to clean her up.

“i’m sorry i have been too occupied with all the works lately, i promise i will spend more time with you from now on.” he laid her in the warm tub before getting behind her massaging her back.

“its okay draco, i just miss you” y/n turns her head around to meet his face making him smile at her.

“i miss you too, my love” he replied, kissing her lips before letting the warm water relaxing their bodies.

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[gloriafc]

Welcome Home

Y/N Barnes is the name you went by. You wore the name proudly, especially the day you married Bucky. He was your soulmate and you couldn't imagine living without him until the day Steve told you he disappeared with the many others in the blip. Steve stayed by your side, the two of you only having each other as you grieved your husband. A month after the blip you found out you were pregnant. "How am I supposed to do this Steve? How am I going to raise his baby without him here?" "I'll be here. It's not the same thing. But I'll try my best."

Eight and a half months later you had given birth to a beautiful babygirl. Rosalina Marie Barnes. Steve stared at the newborn in his arms, "She has his eyes." "I know. I stared at them for an hour wanting to cry." "Why Rosalina?" "Bucky always brought home roses. Didn't matter the occasion. Sometimes just because he hadn't brought me flowers in a while, but they were always roses. Even if it was just a single rose that he picked off a random bush. I had to work that in someway in his honor."

Pepper and Tony helped you as much as you'd let them, Morgan being born around the same time as Rosalina. The two girls became best friends, as they slowly got bigger. Soon they were able to walk and run causing chaos wherever they went.

As five years passed you learned how to live without Bucky. You always told Rosalina about her dad, to keep his memory, and to answer any question she may have had about him. She understood why she didn't have her dad, and as much as it hurt her to know she may never meet him she still loved him with her entire heart.

When Steve told you the Avengers were trying to reverse the blip you didn't know what to feel, thankful Morgan and Rosie were off playing unable to hear the conversation. "This is a good thing y/n." "I know." "You don't sound like its good." "Steve. I spent the last five years without my husband, grieving him. I spent the last five years as a single mother. Spending everyday looking into his blue eyes without him there next to me raising that beautiful girl. And you're telling me you think you guys found a way to bring him and the rest of the world back? Steve what happens when he comes back and he decides a kid is too much for him, or he thinks that I'm not the same person I was when the blip happened? Because I'm not. I spent five years trying to get over him just to fail everyday. I climb into bed everyday just wanting to be held in his arms and to get a whiff of his cologne but cant." You stop yourself unable to finish your train of thought, "Steve. As much as I missed him and as much as I wished he was there for Rosie growing up this is a big change."

When you go home and tell Rosie that Uncle Steve was trying to bring her daddy home she climbed into your bed with your giant photo album asking you to tell the stories of all the pictures in the book. "What's this one mommy?" "That's the day mommy married daddy." "You look like a princess." "I felt like one. Your daddy always made me feel like one." "Do you still love daddy?" "I'll always love him baby. Just like I'll always love you." "Do you think he'll love me?" "I think so. How could he not?" "He's never met me." "Doesn't mean he can't love you. I'm sure your Uncle Steve will tell him all about you."

And he did, as they were being transported back Bucky asked about you. "What happened to Y/N?" "She survived the blip Buck." Bucky could see the look on Steve's face, "What happened?" "Nothing bad. Depending on how you take it. Uh. Y/N found out she was pregnant a month after the blip happened." Bucky stayed silent as the information processed in his head making Steve continue with a proud smile on his face, "You have a daughter Buck. Shes every bit as crazy as Y/N, but shes stubborn like you. Besides your eyes shes her mini me." Steve pulls out his phone and shows him a picture of the three of you on Rosie's last birthday, "She named her Rosalina. Rosie for short. Rosalina Marie Barnes." "She kept my name?" "She couldn't bring herself to go by anything else. She loves you Buck even while you were gone. There hasn't been a day she didn't miss you, even Rosie knows who you are."

When they land Steve calls you to tell you that Tony died. "How's Pepper doing?" "You know Pepper." "Working through everything. How is he?" "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Steve hands the phone to Bucky, the sound of his voice immediately making you cry, "Hey doll." "Buck." The sound of your sniffles makes him want to tear up, "You dont know how much I missed you." "I can imagine it doll. Steve told me we have a daughter." "She's beautiful Buck. Wait until you see her."

The day of Tony's funeral you're helping Rosie get ready trying to avoid being late, but it seems she has other plans. Bucky waits nervously, for him it's only been a week since the last time he saw you, but he knows that it's been five years and you'll be with your daughter. Steve nudges him when your car pulls in and the pair watch as you climb out and go around before you're helping Rosie out as she carrys a gift bag. Pepper followed by Happy and Morgan reach you first, you quickly pull Pepper in with a sad smile "Sorry we're late Rosie had other plans." You watch as Rosie hands Morgan the bag, before she grins as she pulls out a rabbit stuffed animal dressed like iron man, "Squeeze it Morgan." You watch as her and Pepper get teary eyed when the rabbit speaks in Tony's voice, from a recording from one of Tony's voice files, "I love you 3000." Pepper looks at you, "How did you get that?" "I have my ways, theres one more thing." You reach into the bag and pull out a small stuffed cheeseburger that attaches to the bunnies hand, Pepper looks at you, "That's perfect. Thank you." Morgan hugs your legs as she looks at you unable to say anything. Happy looks at you with a sad smile, "I think theres someone waiting to see you. I can watch Rosie." "Thank you Happy."

You make your way towards Bucky and Steve, stopping in front of them as your eyes take Bucky in before you start tearing up. "Doll. You look beautiful." You can't even say anything before he takes you into his arms and you hold onto him tightly, afraid to lose him again. You both sway as you quietly cry doing the one thing you wanted to do for five years.

The three of you move to sit on the steps of the back porch, watching as Happy keeps the two girls entertained. "What's she like?" Steve chuckles as you say, "Sometimes she's a giant pain in my ass." "She's only saying that because she has her mother's attitude." You smile and shake your head, "Theres too much personality in one little body. You're going to have to find out for yourself. But she definitely takes after her dad." Bucky looks at you and Steve confused, "I've lost count of how many times I was asked to pick her up early from school because she got in a fight. A fight in preschool." You nudge Bucky, "Guess what she did?" He just shakes his head as Steve continues, "Every time I asked her she said the bigger kids were picking on the small kid so she fought the bullys." You chuckle, "Sound familiar?"

Ten minutes later she runs up to you, cuddling into your side as she peeks at the man shes called her dad in photos. "Mommy." Bucky can feel his heart thump as the word leaves her mouth, he's always wanted to experience having a child with you he just never imagined you'd do it without him. "Come here." You pull her onto your lap facing Bucky and Steve as she tries to hide in your hair. Not even a second later she's pulling something out of her jacket pocket. "These are yours." She hands Bucky his dog tags, you've told her they were something he never took off, but they fell during the blip and Steve brought them to you. She loved to play dress up with them, always being careful and returning them to their spot when she was done. Bucky looks at the spot where her hand touched his before slowly handing them back to her, "I believe you've kept them safe for this long." She smiles as she holds them to her chest and you kiss the top of her head.

When it is time to go Rosie grabs your hand before stopping and looking at Bucky and reaching for his hand, "Come on Daddy." You couldn't hide your smile, hearing her call him that and him actually being there and not just a picture. Steve nudges his best friend, "Go with your girls." Bucky smiles, "My girls. I like the sound of that." He grabs onto Rosie's hand with his giant hand compared to hers, the three of you walking back to your car. He watches as you help her into her seat before shutting her door, "I'll drive. We had to find a bigger home once she started walking. It's not too far from here."

As you drive Bucky finds himself smiling as you hum along to the music, something you've always done, what makes him stop and look in the backseat is the voice of his daughter singing along to the music as she kicks her feet and stares out the window at the passing trees. He can't hide his smile when he sees your smirk, "Like mother like daughter huh?"

When you park in the driveway Bucky stares at the house as Rosie runs inside, "Tony built it. This is his land, well Peppers now. I couldn't stay in that small apartment anymore. I needed a fresh start but couldn't bring myself to leave completely. After Morgan was born Pepper took over everything Tony did and gave me her old job as assistant. It let's me afford more than we needed without making me work all the time." Bucky still looks at the place you call home, you grab his metal hand, the cold metal having a familiar homey feeling to you, "Come on. There's so much she's dreamed about showing you." As soon as you step foot into the house and lock the door you smile hearing Rosie rummage around in her room, "You got this Buck. Trust me." You lead him to where her room is. When she grabs his hand to pull him further into the room and makes his seemingly giant frame sit on her little bed, handing him her favorite stuffed animals and telling him about each one you cant help but start to tear up, the life you always imagined for her happening right before your eyes.

Your phone buzzes and pulls you out of thought as you read the message from Pepper smiling at the picture attached. She managed to capture a picture of the three of you as you were leaving, Rosie in the middle as you held hands. Your backs were to the camera but its quickly become one of your favorite pictures. You quietly leave the room knowing Rosie is easy to entertain and good at playing host. You quickly open up your computer and after a few short minutes the picture Pepper sent you is printed out and you're sticking it in your photo album. As you close the book you stop remembering the bins you've kept in the garage all these years. You find the one you'd continuously dig through when you were pregnant and couldn't fit any of your clothes, and carry it inside. You stop when you see Rosie and Bucky standing in the hall, "There you are Mommy. I want to show daddy the pictures." You smile and nod, "How about we let daddy get into some more comfortable clothes while I make dinner?" She quickly let's go of his hand, "Can I help?" "Always Love."

Rosie becomes preoccupied with going through the pantry trying to find what she wants for dinner as you lead Bucky to what would now be your shared room. "You'll find everything easy. These are all your clothes. The rest of your stuff is in the garage, but that can wait until tomorrow." Bucky takes the box from you his hand finding the side of your face and you cant help but lean into his touch your eyes quickly finding his. "You kept everything?" With a nod you answer, "I couldn't bring myself to throw anything away. Or donate it. The thought of someone else wearing your clothes, making the smell of you go away was too much for me. And it helped that when I was pregnant and to big to fit in my own clothes that I had backups." For the first time in five years Buckys lips meet yours as you both get lost in the moment. It isn't until you hear a tiny "Eww" that makes you break apart. You both chuckle at the disgusted look on your daughters face as she stands in the doorway holding onto a box of macaroni and cheese, Bucky can't help himself, "What? You don't like this?" He gently turns your face so he can kiss you again, making you laugh into the kiss when Rosie pretends to gag. He let's you go and is quick to grab Rosie making her drop the box and let out happy giggles as he spins around. You immediately know what hes going to do as he stops in front of you, "How about this?" Before she can question anything you both press multiple kisses to her cheeks making her giggle even harder as she tries to push you both away, "That tickles!"

Just hearing the sounds of his daughter's giggles makes him immediately become protective. Even though he just met her he already knows how much he loves her and how he'd do anything to keep a smile on her face. The fact that you gave him a child makes him fall even more in love with you. When you both head to the kitchen to make dinner he can't shower fast enough, not wanting to miss a single moment with you both. As he walks down the hall he finally takes notice of the different pictures that line the walls. There's some of the two of you, some with Steve, with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan. He can see that you continued to live your life but stops at the ones with him in them. He sees your wedding picture and cant stop himself from touching the frame, next to it a picture of you pregnant, then one of you holding Rosie as a newborn. He gets taken out of thought when he can hear two giggles coming from the kitchen, he smiles thinking how much his daughter is exactly like her mother, and wouldn't change a thing.

Bucky slowly eases into your nighttime routine, and being around Rosie. Anytime he needs reassurance about what to do he'd look at you and you'd simply nod or shake your head. He watched as you tucked Rosie in for bed, her refusing to be tucked in unless he helped making you laugh. After you turned off her light he followed you to your room climbing into bed alongside you. "This side feels unslept in." "It should. I can't sleep on that side, when Rosie would climb into bed with me she always managed to sleep on top of me."

As soon as you feel yourself start to fall asleep you feel an all too familiar weight on top of you, "Rosie what are you doing out of bed?" Bucky reaches over to turn on the light in his half-asleep state shocked to find Rosie on top of you and under the blanket, "There's a monster under my bed." "And there's a gremlin under my blanket." Bucky can't fight the smile on his lips as he watches the mother-daughter duo. "Mommy, I need daddy to fight the monster." "Liar." "You don't know that." "Mmm i think I know my own child Rosie. You just want to sleep in here." She looks between you and Bucky with a smile he knows he'll end up giving into everytime, "Can I?" You look at Bucky, "It's up to you Sergant." He can only shrug, "She's already under the blanket." Rosie grins before snuggling in-between you both.

After Rosie's fast asleep Bucky feels her weight shift until he feels her weight on top of him, not even a second later he hears you quietly say, "I told you. Welcome home Buck."

[blkgirlcafe]

Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading. 

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. 

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now. 

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature. 

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class. 

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one. 

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement. 

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters. 

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check. 

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix. 

1 week later 

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA. 

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it. 

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?” 

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend. 

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.” 

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” 

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked. 

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting. 

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class. 

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking. 

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. 

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail. 

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him. 

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs. 

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face. 

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him. 

“Come here Miss Y/N.” 

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her. 

“Show me your favorite part.” 

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part. 

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out. 

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him. 

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered. 

“I want this sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass.  She needed more, wanted more. 

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss. 

“Please what sweetheart.” 

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.” 

“Please fuck me Sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down. 

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit.  The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing. 

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell. 

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man. 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.” 

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls. 

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them. 

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted. 

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot. 

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.” 

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud. 

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.” 

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat. 

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now. 

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. 

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. 

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out. 

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her. 

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm. 

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished. 

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down. 

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door. 

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already. 

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her. 

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but  Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice. 

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.” he whined. 

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.” 

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes. 

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw. 

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.” 

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number. 

Be free Friday evening -Flo

[haechanplsacceptmylove]

Only Mine

Characters: BF!Haechan x reader, Jeno, mentions of Taeyong and Renjun

Warning(s): adult content, unprotected sex, choking, swear words, rough shit, fingering, you'll see a lot "slut" word, dirty talk, spanking, edging.. you'll know when you read. IN CONCLUSION: NOT FOR SOFT STANS OK

Genre(s): smut

Summary: you dance way too sexily with your boyfriend's best friend Jeno and you end up on the wall-

"hold her thigh tighter" your dance teacher tells Jeno. You two were practicing a dance together as you were having collab stage. The genre this time the dance included a lot of.. well hip thrusts, touching etc. In conclusion: a lot of skinship. You knew how jealous your boyfriend, Haechan would get and that's why you tried to convince him to not come but he insisted and here you are: Jeno holding your bare leg around his hip as you hold his muscly arms, clearly seeing your boyfriend sitting on the chair in the back, arms crossed against his chest glaring at you two. You bit your lip trying to keep practicing as it was already hard to focus since your boyfriend was following every single move, burning holes into your back. You finally danced through the whole dance successfully and bowed to the teacher after finishing. As soon as you finished you walked hesitantly towards Haechan, getting ready for the worst. You smile to him and he hands you your towel without saying anything nor returning the smile. "here we go again" you thought to yourself. "so uh.... how was it" you regretted what you just said immediately as you see your boyfriend crossing his arms against his chest once again glaring at you "it was very amazing seeing you two all over each other, all that was missing is taking off your cloth-" "you did well y/n" Jeno smiled unknowingly interrupting hyuck "I'll be in the studio next room if you need anything" he says slapping Haechan's shoulder and winking at you, walking out of the practice room. You saw Haechan glaring at you and sighing, you smile awkwardly.

As soon as Jeno leaves the practice room, you're being pushed against the wall by your boyfriend, your hands above your head as he presses his body against yours. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans close to your ear "what a shameless slut you are" he bites your ear lobe "touching your boyfriend's best friend like that and do you think i didn't see the way you looked at him through the whole practice huh?" his lips barely touched your cheek going closer and closer to your mouth "i bet you already imagined him fucking you didn't you" he's now looking at your eyes then your lips inches away from it, you can feel his breath agaist them. "i think daddy didn't teach you well kitten" you immediately close your legs tightly, feeling yourself get wetter especially after hearing that new nickname. He smirks noticing your movement, his strong thighs parting your legs and pushing and pressing his thigh on your sensitive spot making you whimper. "hyuck-" his hand wraps around your throat pressing on it "who?" Haechan asks in a stern tone making you look at him in his eyes "daddy" you mumble. "i can't hear you" "d-daddy" you say louder making him smirk "make another mistake and you're in for a long merciless punishment kitten" he says through gritted teeth using more pressure on your throat. He starts moving his thigh against your wet sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back in pleasure and a muted moan escape your lips. "look at you little slut... tsk already moaning when i only have my thigh touching you" he licks your jaw. "please daddy" "please what?" he smirks wider "please f-fuck me" "why would i? You don't deserve it, do you?" he shows you a fake pout, loosening his grip on your throat to let you talk properly. "p-please fuck me daddy I'm your obedient slut" you say, letting go of all of your shame. At this point you don't even care anymore, you just wanted to feel your boyfriend inside you, beating your organs. "show me you deserve my cock" he lets go of your throat and steps backwards. You immediately drop on your knees, unzipping his jeans with your teeth and sliding them down along with his underwear. You hold his rock hard length and teasingly blow on it making you boyfriend hiss "don't tease" you pout and start stroking him faster. You lick his length from the base till the tip finally putting his whole shaft in your mouth deepthroating immediately, trying your best to not gag. Haechan moans and holds your hair and starts fucking your throat. You start gagging around him sending waves of pleasure through his whole body making him groan "fuck your tight throat feels amazing kitten, suck my cock like the little slut you are" you feel tears falling down your cheeks as he goes deeper and deeper "f-fuck" he moans as you feel his hot cum shooting in your throat, gagging at the feeling you look at him in the eyes as you show him his cum in your mouth and swallow it humming at the taste "that's my cumslut" he recovers from his orgasm and holds your chin making you stand up as he pulls you into a rough lustful kiss as he pushes you back against the wall and slides down your shorts and takes off your t-shirt. He breaks the kiss and starts sucking and biting onto your neck and collarbone till her reach your chest, sucking on your nipples and playing with them. He goes back up to kiss you as his hand slides into your panties, rubbing your wet clit. You moan into the kiss as you start grinding onto his hand. "so fucking wet just like the little horny slut you are for daddy" he smirks kissing and sucking on your earlobe as you moan, trying your best to muffle them. He finally inserts his long index finger into you and fucking you with it soon adding another finger hitting your sweet spot just perfectly. you hold you mouth muffling your uncontrollable moans making Haechan smirk. You clench around his fingers as you feel your orgasm nearing “f-fuck yes don’t sto- hyuck!” you whine as he takes his finger out letting you whimper at the emptiness as you lost your orgasm “if you want you can go ask Jeno to continue hm? I bet he doesn’t even know how to use his fingers nor know your sweet spots like I do” he spanks you twice, rubbing the red marks roughly “n-no i want you” you moan. He turns you around after taking your panties off. Haechan spanks your ass and rubs the red marks afterwards, pulling your ass and pushing your upper body onto the wall. “how about we make those tight walls clench around daddy’s cock instead of his fingers?” You scream when he slams his length into you immediately starting to thrust at a fast pace mercilessly not letting you adjust. You start moaning loud not being able to control any of your moans anymore "let them hear whose slut you are, who's fucking you that good kitten?" "h-hyuck" he spanks you "d-donghyuck! yes fuck you're so good" you moan out loud making Haechan smirk in satisfaction. He leans onto your back his hand rubbing your clit as the other goes up to wrap around your throat choking you "do you think Jeno could ever fuck you that good?" he whispers into your ear sucking at your nape "n-no one could ever fuck me as good as you do daddy!" you scream making sure the whole building is hearing your moans and words. "I'll fuck you senseless and make sure to make your legs numb and let’s see how you’ll dance tomorrow" he rubs harder on your clit making you moan louder "fuck! I'm- close" you barely let words out.  “I bet Jeno’s jerking off to your moans knowing he’ll never get your tight pussy because it’s mine and only mine” Haechan groans in your ears as your walls clench around him making it harder for him to hold for longer. "cum baby cum around your daddy's cock" you throw your head back on Haechan's shoulder, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hits you like a tsunami wave making your legs shake intensely. Haechan starts thrusting slower but deeper and harder as his second orgasm hits him, making him groan and release his hot thick cumshots into you. After you both calm down from your orgasms he loosens his grip on you and you almost fall down till he catches you again chuckling. "hyuck i literally can't feel my legs" you giggle still panting. Haechan carries you to the nearest sofa and sits you down on it embracing you "good so now you won't be able to dance with Jeno anymore" he jokes and you hit his chest. "i think i should make you jealous more often" you wink at him as his expression grows frustrated. You suddenly hear a loud aggressive knock on the door "Lee fucking donghyuck open the door before i break it I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT IN OUR PRACTICE ROOM GET OUT NOW" you hear Taeyong along with Renjun and Jeno's giggles. Haechan looks at you and smirks "damn babygirl you exposed us" your face turns into a tomato as you try to search for a way out of the room without having to face the members who apparently heard everything.... Well there was only one door so-

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life After Snowpiercer: Just Get Back Home

Summary- 5.9k Curtis Everett x You. The group departs to collect Matt and the others that didnt join the tail end survivors. You are having a hard time letting them leave, but this time you don’t protest. Yona has a warning for Curtis. 

Warnings- Violence. 

A/N- we are getting to the end of this particular story for Curtis and Y/N. Its a shorter chapter, as I have been kind of distracted, so some of the writing is probably scattered sounding. But i’m not messing around with it anymore. 

Chapter 13 / Masterlist 

     It was quiet outside. Almost too quiet, sometimes it made Curtis feel anxious not hearing Snowpiercer anymore. 17 years of it, he had grown accustomed to some things. But in the time since the crash, he's learned to adapt. He’s watched the group go from starving hopeless individuals to functioning members to a community, seen the possibility to an actual life, maybe one day seeing you with a son or daughter peeking around your leg to run to him. A man can dream right, he thought to himself as his head tilted back to look up at the night sky. The dazzling of stars was unlike anything he had seen before. Even when he was free, running around Boston growing up. The city lights always dimmed them till you could only see them with a telescope. Something he did get to do when he went to the science museum. The long ago thoughts of his childhood happened to make him smile a bit, forgetting what he was going to have to do. 

That thought came back though, having to hunt down Matt and the other rogues that still believed in Wilford. They couldn't stop this time, turn back and return. It was time to end this once and for all, which Curtis planned on doing. He would bring back the survivors if there were any and let the victims make a choice. It was the least he could do for letting them get past him to the tail end. Tiredness settled on his shoulders, honestly Curtis wanted this to be over. All he wanted was to live a simple life, a life where he worked hard during the day and let him love you rest of the night. 

He knew he should be in bed, not sitting on the roof of the train in the snow. You were just below him, curled up in the bed, probably clutching a pillow to your chest like you did when left to sleep alone. The trek was going to take all his energy as well as the others coming with him. At this moment everyone is safe, it's been a mantra in his mind since he returned earlier. But still his mind won't let him rest, wont settle down enough to let him rest for tomorrow. 

A crunch in the snow made him look over his shoulder to see you climbing off the ladder, pulling one of the coats they found while sorting the carrs around you tighter like it could keep out the penetrating freeze. “I would have been down in a few Babygirl.” Curtis said as you lowered next to him, letting your legs dangle over the edge of the train. His arm went around your to pull you into his side, and you smiled up at him. 

“Maybe I wanted to see the stars as well Handsome.” Your head went to lay on his shoulder and he relaxed, feeling you against him. The warmth of your thigh pressing alongside his seeped into him, and your hands clasped in your lap, you looking up at the same stars. 

“Hard to believe I used to look at these stars at my aunties house. I never thought I would see them again.” Curtis watched your lips curl up in a smile, the small moment of your happiness pushing back those thoughts plaguing him. 

“They are something amazing Babygirl. We didn't have stars in Boston. Nothing like this.” He turned his gaze back to what you were looking at and your hand stretched to his thigh, your palm up. Curtis let his hand slide into yours and your fingers grasped through his. He could feel you were worried as well, but remaining quiet about it. 

“I don’t know why, but that makes me sad Curtis. A childhood without them? How did you make any wishes…” You drifted off and he chuckled softly, kissing your temple to ease you, touched that you had even thought of that. 

“Then we will change that right now Babygirl.” He tightened his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and letting you lean back against his chest. His chin rested on your shoulder, while gazing up. “You make a wish on half of them, I will do the other. That many stars at once, they are bound to come true Babygirl.

You let your hands rest over his that were folded over your midsection and closed your eyes to think of a wish, Curtis hummed Ooh Laa softly in your ear when you made it, tilting your head a bit. “Finished Curtis.” 

“Alright, my turn… I wish-” You shook your head and reached over your shoulder to press your hand to his mouth. 

“You’re not allowed to say it out loud Curtis. Those are against the rules.” You teased and he pulled his head away from your mouth. 

“New world Babygirl, I’m making new rules.” He kissed your fingertips and tilted to kiss your neck deeply. Looking back up, he took a deep inhale, which you felt his chest press into your back before his warm breath washed over your neck. “I wish that after this, we will have the life we have talked about for years. That is all I want in my life.” 

Your hold on his hand tightened hearing him, and smiled to yourself because how close it was to yours. Almost exactly the same, you had wished for him to return to you safe so that you two could have the rest of your lives in peace. Tilting your head to look over your shoulder at him, you pressed a kiss to his lips, and letting the tip of your nose slide along the side of his. 

“The dream Handsome.” you said and he nodded softly, pressing cold lips back to yours, soft puffs of warm air escaping you both. 

“Come on Babygirl, let's go back to bed.” Curtis could see the bit of frost in your eyelashes and the ruddiness in your cheeks. You nodded and shifted back off, moving to a stand. He followed after you and together went back to the warmth of your shared room. Undressing again that night, first you crawled into the bed, and Curtis followed, wrapping you into his arms and tucking his face in your hair to help him relax, finally drifting off after he felt you sink into him, completely relaxed and trusting in his hold. 

     The next morning was a bit hectic, You were with Yona trying to find enough gear for the people tracking the hostiles. Curtis was with John in the car designated for weapons, trying to figure out how much ammo might be needed, not wanting to leave those they left behind unarmed. There was only so much they were able to locate, and were sure that they all had collected as much as they could from the cars in the back. Granted they wouldn’t have found a lot, but Curtis wasn’t ready to be surprised by an attack from them. 

“You and Johanna take the assault rifles.” Curtis insisted while John reached to pick up a long looking gun, wicked and lethal, plus plenty of ammo for the both of them. Curtis for himself took a submachine weapon, shorter, but lethal all the same. Dispersing a few more, the main weapon of choice was the lethal ax’s that were collected. Black handled with steel blades that had only met flesh a few times, the sharpness had yet to dull. Curtis’s hefted one, feeling the familiar weight from the days of the revolution. Memories of how it felt plunging it into soft flesh and the jerking motion of the person struggling, he closed his eyes willing it away. He didn't want to be a killer, but here he was made into a killer. 

“I think that's everything Curtis. Y/N, Yona and Tam are in the kitchen packing us rations, and were already outfitted.” John said as he fitted the rifle with a strap and let it rest over his shoulder. 

“Go on outside and get everyone ready, I just have one last stop to make.” Curtis instructed and the two men split. John went for the exit outside and Curtis headed for the kitchen. When he stepped in the brightly lit car that smelled extremely good as always. He saw Yona and You packing up a couple of sacks with dried food. Curtis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist while looking over your shoulder. “Just about done Y/N?” he asked, Yona tying off one bag and you sorting through yours before zipping it up. 

“Yea, this should be good for four or five days, I think. Fuck I don’t know, I’m just guessing at all this.” your hands visibly shook a bit and Curtis covered them with his for a moment, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles, whispering in your ear. 

“Breathe baby.” Which you did, took a dragging breath. Yona and Tam both picked up another bag and lifted it up, grunting. 

“This has more of your basic stuff you might need. But it's heavy.” Yona said, and Curtis reached over, fisting his hand in the top and lifted. 

“I can manage it, thanks Ladies. Uh, you mind giving me a moment here with Y/N?” 

The women nodded and retreated out of the kitchen, leaving just the two of you alone. Curtis turned his attention to you, and eased you to face him. 

“Talk to me Babygirl.” He encouraged, lifting a hand to brush along your cheek and into your hair. 

You took a shuddering breath, and shook your head. “It's nothing, nerves. Fuck, I’m scared Curtis, and I really don’t want you to go again. But I know you have to, this has to end once and for all. We cant live with the idea we might be attacked any moment.” All that assurances you felt the night before, now it seemed to have dissipated, your fears brimming at the surface. 

Fuck this was worst then before when he had to make you stay, this time you were letting him go, scared as you were. His lips thinned a bit to hold back his own sadness a moment. This was the last time, he swore it. 

His hands lifted to cup your face and he dropped his forehead to yours. “Babygirl, I will be back and this will be done. I'm coming home to you. Do you understand me? It's not going to be like last time. This time we are equipped. You trust me right?” 

“Of course I do Curtis, but none of us know what's out there. I just… Just come home in one piece. That’s a demand.” You said, twisting your fingers into his jacket and then slipping inside, pressing your palms against his chest while looking up at him. You could feel him under his sweaters, the rise and fall of his chest, the faint thump of his heart. 

He dropped his lips to cover yours and your hands fisted in his sweater as you opened to him, pulling yourself in closer because it was going to be some time before you had him back, and you needed to make sure these moments were committed to memory. When it ended, his forehead leaned against yours and he lifted to kiss your forehead. “I will Babygirl.” 

Curtis shouldered the bag that was packed, and you both left the train to meet up with the rest of the group waiting just outside of the train's entrance. Others were saying their final goodbyes, and while you watched the others, it really hit you how close everyone has become during this time. Your gaze fell on Edgar, who was hugging Yona quickly before letting go, nodding at whatever she was whispering in his ear and embracing him one last time before splitting away to the others. 

“I will be right back Curtis.” You say softly and split from his side to approach Edgar who was working on pulling on a pair of mismatched gloves and retying his bag. “Edgar…” You said and he looked up at you for a second before straightening to be level with you. “I just wanted to tell you to be safe out there.” 

You can see his throat bob as he swallows, his eyes darting from you to Curtis who was discussing something, his own gaze once in a while seeking where you were before going back to whom he was talking to. “I plan on it Y/N.” he said when his eyes dropped back to your face and you shuffled a bit, still unsure of what he would tolerate from you. You knew Edgar still felt betrayed from the past few days. 

“Please, because I don't know what I would do without you.” You admitted. “Regardless of what's happened in the past, it doesn't change that your like a brother to me, and I don't want to lose another.” Your voice broke and that's when Edgar relented, folding you into his arms.

“Enough of that. I gotta do this. It was my fault he escaped to begin with.” He started and you squeezed him back in a hug before pulling back. 

“I don't care how or who is the reason he escaped. Just watch out for each other. Okay? That's all I ask, remember that you and Curtis were once brothers.” You pleaded with him. “For me, please.” 

You could see the conflict cross his face, and then resolve, giving you a nod, assuring you that he would. One last embrace and you left Edgar in peace to finish prepping, going back to Curtis’s side. 

His head dropped, pressing his lips to your temple. “Is everything good Babygirl?” He asked concerned but you pressed into him. 

“Yes, just telling him to make sure he comes home as well.” You respond and Curtis rubs his hand along your back glancing at Edgar. He hated the rift between them, but wanted to respect Edgar and not force himself in his presence. 

Yona and Tam approached, dragging Curtis from his inner thoughts as the two women paused before the two of you. They both gave Curtis a hug and their well wishes, you tagged along behind him, smiling reassuringly at those that seemed nervous for the parting group. Timmy broke away from the kids and tugged on Curtis’s jacket, which he squatted down to be face to face with the boy. 

“Do you have to go Curtis?” He rubbed at his cheek, and Curtis gave a nod. 

“Yes Timmy, I'm afraid so. Matt wont be able to hurt us anymore.” 

Timmy was quiet, picking at his coat for a few seconds. “He was a bad man, he hurt me. And you, Yona  when the train crashed.” 

Curtis nodded, a bit surprised Timmy remembered any of it really, since he was so out of it back then, hardly recognizing any of them when he was pulled out of the train's engine. “Yea he did, he hurt a lot of people, but he wont anymore. I won't let that happen, okay? That's why we are leaving today. But we will be back soon. Come on…” Curtis held out an arm to him, and Timmy pulled in close, hugging around Curtis’s neck and pressing his little body against him in a hug. Your hand dropped to Timmy's back when Curtis stood up, he slid the boy from his hold into your’s which he easily switched to clinging to you, your arm embracing underneath him, and rubbing his back. 

“It will be okay Kiddo.” You whisper to him and readjust him to your hip, both of you looking up at Curtis. “Stay safe, come home to us soon.” You said to him, which he nodded. You could see the way he swallowed he was trying to control himself, and you gave a reassuring smile for the both of you. 

Of course you would try to make it better. Curtis thought to himself when he saw your face set with a soft smile, and your eyes blink any tears away rapidly. Timmy had his head laid on your shoulder, and how badly Curtis wanted to stay. How much he just wanted this to be over, have this moment daily without the tension. Cupping your face, he kissed you gently, pouring himself into it. Both your eyes closed as your free hand went to cup his face back, and foreheads pressed together for a few seconds before he made himself pull away. 

“I love you Curtis.” 

“I love you to Babygirl.” He said and turned to Timmy. “Take care of the fort while I’m gone, Okay?” He held up his fist which Timmy nodded and fist bumped him back. 

“Sure thing Curtis. I got it.” The little boy's chest swelled with the new responsibility, and Curtis winked at him. 

“Why I’m leaving you in charge. See you in a couple days.” Curtis had to force himself to walk away from them, and as he started going the trail they had traveled the day before, the others who joined the group dispersed from the group and followed along behind them. Suddenly a yell admitted from the crowd, and Curtis paused to look over his shoulder to see Yona trudging through the snow to reach him. 

“Just get who you need to, then come straight back. Don't go exploring.” Yona’s eyes were wide, and Curtis could see fear in them. He jerked his head forward to lead her away and turned to talk to her quietly, out of earshot of the others. 

“What do you mean Yona?” he asked, eyes searching hers for something she knew. Curtis knew she had a talent that not many knew. She had helped him get to Wilford, as well as find You after the train crashed. 

Yona shook her head. “Nothing more than a feeling Curtis. But it's bad. Whatever is waiting for you guys there is beyond Matt and the rest. But I can't see it. Whatever it is… they want Matt gone to. Just take him and go. Or else it won't end well.” Yona said in all seriousness and Curtis rubbed at his mouth, baring his teeth in thought. 

“Get them and get out?” He asked to reaffirm, and Yona nodded. “Then that's all we will do. We won't have a chance to scavenge for anything anyways once we gather up whoever's left.” 

Once satisfied that Curtis understood the warning, she parted back to the train, and Curtis continued on. It was slow going to get back to the car the group had departed from. John was at Curtis’s side, inspecting the remaining footprints and nodded. 

“They are scattered all over, but a group definitely headed that way. That's where we should go.” Curtis dug out the map they had collected from Wilford's car, and stretched it along his thigh, the two men checking where they would be headed. John's finger slid along the map, trying to calculate it. 

“Five miles, estimating where we are. Here's the cliff half the train went over, and the amount of cars left up top. I'm sure they have explored a bit further than we have since there wouldn't have been much food back here. This is our best bet.” John reasoned, and Curtis had to agree. They really should have explored more but with cleaning up and setting the train into a livable place, there just wasn't the time. 

“Alright, we can probably get halfway there before it gets to be nightfall. If we are not exhausted, we can keep going. But I'm suspecting we will be setting up some kind of camp just outside of their range.” Folding the map, he stuck it back in the sack he had set down, and re-shouldered it. The remaining people started to re-shoulder their own bags, and grab their weapons they brought. Squinting out over the white landscape, this time John took the lead, following the tracks left behind. 

You watched with Timmy the small group disappear over a snowy mound, and turned your attention to Yona who was slowly making her way back to the train. You set Timmy down off your hip. “How about you go inside and warm up? I will be giving you guys some lessons today.” Which the little boy nodded rather excited now, and sped inside to let the others know you would be doing a class with them. You turned your attention back to Yona, worrying your lip. “Is everything okay?” Your other fear besides Curtis coming across issues was something very physical happening between him and Edward. 

Yona gave a nod, wrapping an arm around your waist in a friendly way while you two went inside. “It will be all good, nothing will happen between Curtis and Edgar.” You couldn't hold back the breath of relief that escaped you in that sense. You felt there was more, as Yona went silent and you stopped her as you two were heading towards the kids area. 

“Is there more? What are you not telling me Yona?” You whispered a bit harshly, not wanting to alarm any of the others, but you couldn't help the fear that gripped your heart in that moment. Yona shrugged from your hold and shook her head. 

“No, Curtis will be back soon. Come on, you promised a lesson today. They are waiting.” She pulled away, shedding some of her clothes to toss into her nearby room before you could stop her again. Unease settled like a rock in your stomach, churning at your nerves. Curtis promised he would come home. That is what you would hang onto. 

The later it got, the more anxious you became. Finally you ended the lesson, and went into the kitchen to help Tam with the rest of the cooking to keep yourself distracted. 

“You are awful quiet child.” She observed as you started plating food for people coming in. Once it was just the two of you, you shrugged a bit and sighed. 

“Worried, fuck I cant get it out of my mind what could happen.” Going over to pluck a tin cup off a shelf and dip it into a giant container of fresh water to sip at. It just made your stomach clench, a wave of nausea sweeping over you. 

“I know, I'm worried too Y/N. We all are Child.” She said while she went to make another plate of food and handed it to you. “Go eat because you are no good to any of us if your passing out and I know this is the first thing you have had today. All we can do is trust and pray.” You wrinkled your nose, you had given up praying years ago.  

Once you settled down next to Yona and started picking at the food before you, Yona watched you push it around in the bowel. You finally gave up, your stomach having tied itself in knots to be able to eat, and she moved over closer, peeking in your bowel. 

“You barely ate anything.” She said with an arched brow. You hugged around your knees in a way of protection. 

“Just not hungry, I'm too worried, and what if it all goes wrong Yona? Maybe I should have said something more. I mean what can they possibly find out there? Fuck I just feel helpless. I think this is worst then when they did the rebellion. This time I just let him do off without trying to go with him.” You voiced your fears, and her gaze softened a bit. 

“What could you do Y/N? He would be too worried about you and needs to focus. Curtis would want you to take care of yourself.” she encouraged and you reached in your bowel and picked up a piece of beef Tam had cooked that night, popping it in your mouth. But it felt huge, a ball rolling around your mouth as you made the attempt to chew and swallow. “They will be okay, I know these things. When they come back, they will have whoever is left and we will be rid of those threats.” 

You swallowed hearing this, the meat now a lead ball in your stomach. “And afterwards?” you asked, almost hopeful, in which Yona shrugged. 

“I have feelings, but I can’t read the future Y/N. To unpredictable. We will always be dealing with some hardships.” 

You knew she was right, but that part that was desperate for anything good would have taken a lie just then. “I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted.” Was the next words to fall from you as you pushed your way to a stand. Taking care of your dish, you made your way back through the train. Making a quick check on the kids, you bid them all goodnight before going to your room. It seemed so much bigger all alone when you stepped in, flicking on the lights and started to shed off clothing, folding it as you set your outer winter gear to place on the end of the bed. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, you glanced at the window, searching the darkened landscape wondering where the group was now. When you narrowed your eyes and squinted, you swore you could just barely see something orange in the distance. Pressing your fingers to your lips to place a kiss there, you reached to touch the glass, the cold from it making you shiver. 

You gotta trust Yona Babygirl. You had to smile to yourself hearing that familiar voice, and your head dropped to let it wash over you. 

I do… my mind is just running away from me Curtis. Maybe a bit of guilt in not going with you? Fuck if I know, its just different this time. You push to stand and turn the light off. Pulling down the blankets and fold your arms around his pillow to press your face into it, trying to find some rest.

You swore in your mind you felt a dip in the bed, and your hand pressed against your stomach where his would normally, letting your imagination continue. 

Just think Babygirl, after this we can think about a future, our future. 

You think we really have one? 

Of course I do, we wouldn’t have fought so hard if we didn’t have a future worth living in. 

And what do you picture for our future Curtis? You wriggled further into the bedding, letting the heat start to make your eyes close, and you could hear Curtis last words in your mind reminding you. 

Everything we ever talked about in the tail end Babygirl, all those things we only said in whispers. Home, a family.    

     The group was quick to arrive at the city. The ice covered buildings loomed up suddenly in the landscape out of nowhere and they milled just outside of it, not wanting to give away that they were there. John, Curtis and Edgar approached closer, using a snowbank to hide behind while they used the scopes on the rifles to scan for any sign of movement. It wasn't long till they saw a lone figure come from around a building and slip inside. “There… the old grocery store. Probably the most food they have had in a month.” John said as he slipped back down between the two men and Curtis clenched his jaw, debating on when to surprise them. Curtis turned to look at Edgar. “Think now or in the morning?” 

Edgar took a moment to register what Curtis was asking him, surprised but he stifled his previous anger and contemplated seriously. “Tonight, it will be easier to approach the building in the dark. Give everyone a rest. Then… go in.” 

John stayed silent while Curtis nodded in agreement to the man he always considered brother, regardless of all that had happened between them. “We’re made from the dark.” he glanced at the group squatting together yards away, most of them tailenders. People used to living in the cold and darkness, who knew what it took to survive. Pushing up to a stand, he held his hand out to Edgar. 

Edgar seemed hesitant to grasp it, eyes darting from Curtis’s outstretched hand and up to his face. Curtis knew Edgar still was angry at him, perhaps even hated him. But when the younger man clasped his hand and let him help him up. It gave him some hope in repairing their lost connection. “Listen Curtis…” Edgar started as John removed himself, heading back to the rest. Edgar looked down at the snow, taking a shuddering breath, his hands clenching at his sides. “I don't know if I can ever forgive you for my mom, not really. I’ve fucking tried, Y/N even explained what was going on.” 

Curtis nodded, fully understanding how Edgar was feeling. “I don’t expect you to Edgar, I can’t forgive myself for what happened, I can’t expect the same from you.” 

“Just shut up Curtis.” Edgar snapped. “I don’t forgive you, but I probably would have done the same to someone else. So I understand. Maybe in time it will be different. But anyways, let's take care of business alright? I will have your six, like always.” Edgar shrugged and brushed past Curtis, re-approaching the group. Even though they were not fixed, Curtis couldn't help the relief he felt in knowing Edgar would have his back. 

They crossed the snowy terrain almost in silence. Most of their gear was left behind and nothing more than the soft crunch of snow under boots gave them away. Curtis approached first, his hand reaching out to ease the door open. Inside was silent, mostly. Towards the back were muffled voices and Johanna eased inside past Curtis to scan the room with the best of her abilities. 

With her training, Curtis let her go ahead, following along behind her. The rest of the group spread among the aisles, all of them stalking down in the darkness. A soft glow could be seen from the back, and the closer they approached, the louder the voices got. 

“Where did they come from? They couldn't have survived the freeze.” 

“Apparently some did. Easy Mate, Jesus don't need to finish ripping my arm off.”  

“What are we going to do?” 

Curtis hovered near an empty shelf, just out of sight, listening when he heard Matt’s voice, clear as a bell. “Fuck I thought you men were trained to deal with people? No wonder Curtis took over Snowpiercer…” From behind, Curtis felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked over to see Edgar just behind him, mouthing to him. “Are we doing this?” 

A nod to Edgar confirmed the attack, and Edgar waved his hand behind him, giving the command to proceed. 

Once they stepped out and into sight, those that were around the small fire they kept burning scattered into a groceries backroom, ducking out of sight and yelling to run. Just as predicted they didn't have much for ammunition. A few shots rang out at Curtis’s people, but they proceeded to chase them, a few more shots and then colliding bodies that sent them sprawling into shelves as they attacked one another. 

Curtis came out of the darkness like a devil himself, dressed in all black with the snap of his longer coat behind him while dodging around others who were locked in struggles. Edgar had bolted ahead of him, clearly on a mission. It all happened in a split second, but Curtis noticed the flash behind him, the upraised steel rod aiming for Edgar. A flashback of the last time, when Franco’s knife stabbed deep into Edgar's back. This time Curtis did not hesitate, he paused and took aim with the gun he had hanging at his side. Once the broad part of the man's upper back was in his sights, his finger squeezed, steady. It was all over in seconds, the pop sounded among the rest of the chaos and the man lunged forward from the impact, collapsing behind Edgar. He stuttered in confusion, and looked over his shoulder at the body then up to Curtis, giving a nod in thanks then back to scanning the room to find Matt.  

Edgar was quick to spot Matt who was trying to hide between aisles, having witnessed Curtis shoot down his companion. Edgar lunged to where Matt disappeared from sight and was able to  grasp the back of Matt’s shirt to slam him down onto the cement floor, his boot pressed against his throat and leaning down to hiss at him. “Try running again Matt, I wont lose you a second time.” Matt whimpered and held his hand up in surrender and Curtis’s focus shifted to another who was trying to sneak around the fighting, bolt back out into the store and to freedom. 

His strides forward were calm, hiding the rage that had built over time. A rage that simmered from the 17 years of being caged, of how he had to turn into a killer to bring them out of the darkness, how they treated the ones he had left behind, how they used you till you broke for a short period of time. He became more of a predator, hunting his prey, his knuckles turning white around the grip he had on his ax handle. Muscles bunched and burned with effort as he raised the ax and the man flipped around, his eyes wide while he lowered to the ground, sure this was the end. “NO! It wasn’t me, I swear it wasn’t!” 

The ax made a downward swing, landing just at his skull, the blade pressing heavily against it, but not splitting into him. Glancing up, he saw Curtis staring him down like he was nothing more then the shit on the bottom of his shoes. Cold blue fire blazed at him while Curtis snarled out. “You are in no position to claim innocence. Your judges lay back at the train, where this all started.” Letting the ax fall broadside to his shoulder, he hooked it behind his neck and dragged him forward. Hooking his hand around his neck, Curtis yanked his captive to his feet and pulled him close, face to face while the man struggled in his hold. “And if Y/N tells me it was you, I will be carving your heart out.” Giving one last disgusted look, Curtis tossed him forward, making him stumble back towards the rest. “Now MOVE!” His gun raised, and a tremor of relief did pour through him. 

Once his captive stumbled back and the group stripped those left of anything dangerous, Curtis took count. Only seven were left, out of the mass of men that split in the beginning from the group, only a small amount were left. Matt cowered in the group, but Curtis dragged him out. “Where are the rest of them Matt?” 

“What do you think Curtis? Dead, you probably passed them on your way here, buried in the snow.” He spat out, the fight in your brother fading. The others shifted behind him uneasily, but no one rebutted his statement. 

“Get moving…” Curtis pushed Matt back to the rest of the men, and the rest gathered the supplies they had brought. Renewed energy rising in them like the sun coming up, a new dawn and another step to finally ending the last of the threat. Edgar pulled up next to Curtis, also watching them start marching back. 

“Think this will be the end?” Edgar asked while they both started bringing up the rear, each one dragging an ax and gun at their side in case anyone tried to break away from the group. 

“I do… “ Curtis responded, taking in a deep cleansing breath, feeling a heavy weight rise off his shoulders and the sun warm his face.

The group was slow moving, but once they were specs in the distance, a figure moved from another building, and a person moved from out behind a door, lifting a pair of binoculars to there face, counting to themselves quickly and when the glasses lowered, they reached up to readjust a scarf over there face, and duck back inside, securely closing the door behind him.

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His mouth tasted like ale, but you didn’t care. His tongue teased yours with a hunger that made your legs shake on his thick thighs. Geralt of Rivia had you pulled onto his lap in the middle of the pub and was greedily, and perhaps a bit too carelessly, roaming his hands all over your body. You felt right astride the Witcher, and couldn’t help but grind your hips into him as his mouth took you. You felt the spread of his thick hand over your right hip, his fingers reaching down to the flesh of your cheek, guiding your gyrations and hardening his cock. His grip was so commanding over you, you could feel the desperation in the strength of his fingers. He pushed your moistening cunt over his cock, teasing you both. 

He pulled his lips from yours reluctantly and brought his eyes to yours with a fierce intensity, “We’re leaving” he growled. And he stood with you in his lap like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and giggled drunkenly, excited for what was bound to happen next. 

Geralt carried you through the door of the pub and took you to the back of the old stone building. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, he pinned you to the wall in the dark. You could see his white hair in the moonlight as he towered over you, working at the laces of your corset top. He dove into your chest when your breasts were revealed, beaming in the cool light, sucking hungrily at your nipples. You clung to his thick shoulders and moaned at the feeling of your hardening nipples between his lips. 

The pressure wound inside you as your folds slicked with anticipation, eager to take Geralt inside you. He was all but tearing at your dress now trying to hike up your skirt. Geralt was usually quite dexterous, but the amount of ale he had consumed just fueled the primal, hungry part of him that needed to feel your cunt around him. Now. You could feel him getting frustrated and impatient, ripping your panties off and throwing them to the ground hurriedly. 

“I can’t wait any longer to take this little cunt, are you ready?” he checked in before wasting any more time with his fingers. 

“I’m so wet for you” you encouraged, a smirk spreading across your face as your eyes narrowed lustfully at him in the pale light.

He lowered your body down onto his cock and moaned loudly, his reservations were gone. You felt his thickness spreading your walls and you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to repress your own loud moans unsuccessfully. You arched your back on the wall and gasped at the feeling of fullness as he sheathed himself. You felt his balls cradling just beneath your cunt as you took him in entirely. He clenched his jaw and hissed through his teeth before moving in you, rocking his hips slowly.

Geralt fucked you into the stone, his hips colliding with the full cheeks of your ass, slapping sounds ricocheting in the darkness. He bit at your neck fiercely and grunted to punctuate each powerful thrust. You clenched on his cock and ground your hips to meet his rhythm, feeling yourself come closer and closer to your release.

“You wanna cum, babygirl? I can feel you getting close” he teased you through labored breaths. He roughly gripped your right ankle and brought it to rest on his broad shoulder. His cock moved even deeper into you and you whimpered at the feeling of his thick head reaching your cervix. With his now free hand, he wrapped his thick fingers around your neck and pushed up under your jawbone. The back of your head hit against the cold stone behind you and you moaned with the breath you had left. Geralt tightened his grip around your neck and your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of pressure, the thrill of air leaving your body quickly with such labored replacement. 

“Geralt, I’m-” you choked out as he pushed you back further, your chin pointing up and your neck spreading tall and long. He pumped his cock into you harder, growling and panting with the depth his impressive cock achieved. You felt him stiffen, he growled and tightened his grip finally cutting off your breath completely, which sent you over the edge. The walls of your cunt convulsed around Geralt’s hard cock and you mewled with the bliss of your orgasm as he released your throat and you gasped for air. Geralt heaved his weight up and into you, his cum unloading inside you, his cock twitching with each pump. He groaned and threw his head back, the moonlight catching the depths of his defined cheekbones and the strong edge of his jawline.

He helped you down carefully, pulling your skirt down and brushing some dirt off your butt playfully. You giggled at the playful treatment coming so quickly after getting choked and fucked so hard by the Witcher.

“I uh...” he was picking up your ripped panties from the ground and down-casting his eyes in embarrassment. He chuckled, a deep and velvety sound that resonated in his broad chest. “I’m sorry about those.”

You reached out to take your ruined panties, blushing under the light of the moon and fixing your hair. “A sacrifice I do not regret, Geralt.”

You saw him cut a stunning smile in the dark, his handsome face illuminated both by his smirk and the shadowed light. You weren’t done with this mysterious man, the White Wolf you had only heard tales of. Sure, you had had his cock, but now you were interested in having his heart too.

“Would you like to have another ale then?” He turned to ask you, dazzling you with his amber eyes and flashing the fangs of his smirk at you. He extended one of his big hands and wrapped it around your waist, guiding you beside the building and back to the entrance. You smiled and blushed, feeling Geralt’s hand around you again.

You wrapped your arm around his bicep and swayed into him a little, “I’m looking forward to learning more about you tonight, Geralt of Rivia.”

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[rainbowshawn]

Attention

Summary: All you want is for him to relax…. and give you some attention

Warnings: Smut !! (overstimulation, spanking, daddy kink, general rough sex, unprotected sex)

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It had been a few weeks since Shawn had returned home from his world tour. Months of touring with very short breaks in between exhausted him greatly, but he loves what he does. He pushes and pushes himself, sometimes getting lost in his work. Frequently he would push himself past his threshold, resulting in some not so pretty breakdowns.

It worried you sick at times, right now being one of them. He had practically locked himself up in his studio in the house for the past few days. Only coming out to go to the bathroom and to occasionally eat something. You would go to your shared room at night, slipping into the cold covers by yourself. The lack of his arms around you kept you up longer than usual, a sense of comfort absent. You only felt him slip into bed, wrapping an arm around you, late into the night.

You missed him. Emotionally and physically. It had been days since you’ve really felt him. You were aching for him at this point. You needed him to take a break for not only himself, but you too.

You prodded up the large staircase and slowly made your way across the hallway into the studio he had locked himself in for the past few days. He only came out occasionally, to get food or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it felt like years since you’ve really seen him. While making your way towards the room, you hear beautiful notes and the soft humming of his voice echoing through the hall. You smiled to yourself at the beautiful melody, until it abruptly stopped. You heard a frustrated grumble replace the once beautiful hum that had just occupied your ears.

You pushed the door open quietly and observed him across the room. His tall figure slumped over his guitar in front of his computer, his back facing you. You slowly made your way across the floor to him, clearing your throat softly to alert him of your presence. His focus still didn’t shift from the guitar placed in his lap, his fingers dancing over the neck, plucking precisely to create that same sound you heard just moments ago.

Your cold hands met his tense shoulders, rubbing at the muscles you could only assume were aching. Your eyes drifted down to admire his strong biceps protruding through his dark navy shirt he was still adorned in from his meeting with his label earlier. He never even took a second to change into something more comfortable, just wanting to get back to his work.

“Honey, why don’t you take a little break? You’ve been working for days, you need to relax…” you said softly, beginning to trail kisses up from his shoulder to the back of his ear, a spot you knew drove him crazy. He groaned so softly you could barely even hear it and leaned back slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

“I have to get this done, babe. It’s gotta get sent off to my label in a few days and I want it to be perfect.”

You mumble something into his neck softly about how he works too hard, still busy kissing him. Your hands slowly leave his shoulders and start to trail down his sturdy chest making their way down to his toned stomach. His breath hitches as he sits up a little straighter, gently pushing your hands off of him.

“y/n.” he says sternly.

You let out a little hmph, frustrated with him. You stand up pulling away from him. You glare down at him and he opens his mouth to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing loudly. He turns his attention to his phone, answering it quickly, rolling his eyes at the sound of it going off again. He swears he spends half of his day on the phone.

You stand there in a bit of disbelief. You can’t believe they would call him at this time of night. 9:42 pm to be exact. You shake your head in annoyance and stomp out of the room. You make your way down the hallway into your shared bedroom. Opening up the closet, you start sifting through your drawers in search of something in specific. Your hands dig for a moment before finding a certain lacy red set of lingerie. It was one Shawn had brought back from his stop in Madrid for you. It quickly became his favorite and you were confident this would grab his attention.

Slipping into the thin, red material, you eyed yourself in the mirror before your gaze drifted to a button up of Shawn’s in the corner. You smirked as you tugged it onto your body, showing just enough of what was underneath to drive him crazy.

You made your way back to the dim studio, quietly slipping in. He was speaking into the phone, sounding quite irritated as his head rested in his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the desk. His eyes were pinched shut as he rubbed at his temples. You resumed your place behind him once again, but this time you grabbed the arm of his chair, turning him just enough to where you could stand in front of him.

His eyes grazed over your figure and his mouth dropped open at the sight. His tongue poked out, licking across his lip before taking it between his teeth. You slowly kneeled in front of him, pushing his legs apart as he leaned back in his chair.

“Y-yeah I heard you, sorry.” he stuttered into the phone. He quickly got back on track with his conversation as you started to drag your hands up and down his inner thighs. He exhaled deeply as you began to palm his already semi hard bulge. You began to plant kisses against his clothed length as you looked up at him, a devious look in your eyes.

He bit into his fist to stop himself from groaning at the thought of what he could do to you right now. He wanted to give in. He almost did. He really did. But he didn’t want to give into you so easily. Not just yet. He was incredibly stubborn, but now, he was pissed.

He pulled the phone away from his face, muting the call from his side. With his other hand, he firmly grabbed your face, pulling you away from him. His palm was cupping your jaw while his fingers dug into your face.

“Don’t distract me, pumpkin.” he said stiffly.

You glared up at him, pouting.

“Shawny, please, I need you. It’s been so long….” you begged, leaning your head into his left thigh, shooting him an innocent look.

He knew you weren’t, though. It took everything in him not to give into you. You had no idea what you did to him. He wanted you but he was just too dedicated to his work at the moment.

“Go do something with yourself, babygirl.” he said sternly.

You knew he wasn’t really mad at you but that didn’t stop you from being annoyed with him. You hmphed as you picked your head up, furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose at him. You stood back up and turned to walk away. A smack came across your ass, surprising you and you looked back at the man leaning back in his chair, smirking devilishly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw it as you walked out of the room. You made your way back into your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

He was determined, you’d give him that much. But you were too. And you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. You smirked as you plotted your next move. You made your way across the room, plopping yourself down on the plush bed.

Your hand made its way into the table next to your bed and pulled out your favorite pink vibrator. Laying back against the pillows, you turned the toy on. A soft humming sound filled the room as you started to tease your nipples through the thin lace with it. You slowly moved the toy down your body, moaning as you pushed it under your panties.

The toy met your clit and you groaned out in pleasure. You pleased yourself for a few moments, making sure to be loud. You wanted him to hear you. You wanted to make him mad.

You wiggled the toy over your aching clit bringing yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Moans echoed off the walls and you were positive he could hear you. You were so focused on the pleasure you didn’t even notice Shawn make his way into the room. Your eyes only snapped open at the sound of his belt clanking as he tugged it out of his belt loops.

“What do we have here, huh?” he said darkly as he made his way up the bed on his knees. You knew he was no longer playing games.

“Taking care of myself since you won’t” you spat at him. Your hand still between your legs pushing the vibrating toy against yourself.

He quickly snatched your hand, taking the toy from you. You whined at the loss.

“Is that so? Now, where’s my good girl? Can’t even let me get my work done…” he tutted.

Your hands reached for his, trying to get the small bullet back. He quickly grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head. You moved your head to look up, trying to see the toy in his hand that had you pinned down. His other hand made its way to your face, grabbing it and making you look at him.

“We cant have that, can we?”

He pushed his hips into yours, making you feel how hard you had made him. You moaned at the delicious friction, lifting your hips trying to get more.

His lips made their way down to your neck, kissing it slowly before sucking on the skin harshly. His tongue poked out to soothe the now purple skin, moving down towards your chest. Your eyes closed as you let him dress your skin in marks.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and keep your hands up here or am I gonna have to tie you up?” he said, looking up at you from your chest.

“I’ll be good” you said breathlessly. He already had you so far gone and he’d barely even done anything yet. You were fucked for him and he knew it.

His hand left yours and made its way down, taking his button up off of your body. His hand joined the other in rubbing your sides as he kissed down your stomach. He pulled the straps of your bra down, silently telling you to take it off. Once the red marker all hit the floor, his mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, biting lightly. His tongue swirled lightly, taking turns on each nipple. The feeling of his warm breath sent shivers through your body as you bucked your hips up. His hands pushed your hips back down and settled on the cherry covered fabric that decorated you. He kept his eyes on you as he looped his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs.

You licked your lips in anticipation, lifting your head to watch as he kissed up your thighs. He stopped to nibble on the nook between your heat and your leg. You quietly groaned to yourself, causing him to lightly smack the side of your ass.

“I wanna hear you babygirl,” he said “you didn’t have a problem doing that when I was trying to get my work done, did you?”

You nodded your head quickly, as his lips met with your throbbing clit. He immediately sucked you up into his mouth, his wet tongue flicking against you in a rapid pace. You yelped and you arched your back as your breath hitched at the pleasure he was giving you. Your eyes screwed shut as you focused on his relentless tongue on your soaking heat.

You were speechless. His tongue was heavenly against you, making your mind go blank. Nothing compared to this in your mind. He knew just how to pleasure you.

His hand reached up for that little bullet and he abruptly pulled his mouth off of you, quickly replacing it with the vibrating tool. He sat back on his knees as he watched you writhe on the bed, your beautiful moans filling his ears. He decided you could take more, bringing his other hand up to push two fingers into you. You were losing your grip quickly, your hips starting to grind against his big hand.

“Feel good, baby?” he said calmly, toying with you.

“So fucking good” you choked out.

He quickly removed the toy, returning back to rubbing his tongue against you. You were gone, hands grabbing at your tits to find something to grip onto. Your back arched as he curled his fingers finding that perfect spot hidden deep within your center. Your hands found their way into his curly hair, tugging before he pulled off of you completely.

You realized your mistake immediately and whimpered knowing what was coming. You stuttered our apologize but he was already set. His tall figure stood up grabbing you by the ankles and flipping you onto your tummy.

“You remember the color system right? Is this okay?”

You gulped and nodded, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I need to hear you, baby”

“Y-yes” you choked out in anticipation, knowing he needed verbal communication from you before he proceeded. He never wanted to push you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.

Shawn kneeled back onto the bed, straddling your legs. He rubbed your ass softly, soothing you a little as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“You said you were gonna behave, darling….” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “but you couldn’t and now I have to punish you.”

He sat back up, still rubbing your right cheek before bringing a hand down on it harshly. You yelped at the smack, your ass burning a little bit. You moaned in pleasure and lifted your ass a little higher, as much as you could, wiggling it in the air for him while you waited for the next one.

His hand smacked down once again, a bit harder this time. “Naughty girl,” he murmured softly. His cock was straining in his pants, aching at the sight of you yearning for more smacks from his hand.

He continued a few more times, getting fuled more and more by the yelps that left your pretty lips.

“Still doing okay? Think you can handle one more? Doing so well, baby” he said so softly, a stark contrast to the dirty situation that was playing out right now.

You confirmed you were fine and bit your lip waiting for the last slap. His hand came down one last time and you exhaled loudly and relaxed against the bed. His large, warm hand rubbed you, soothing your now red skin.

He leaned down kissing up your spine, still rubbing you while he whispered some soft praise to you. His hand made its way between your legs, feeling how wet his brutal treatment had made you. He groaned at the feeling.

“Such a dirty girl, you like when I spank you?”

You turned your head glancing at him with innocent eyes, “mhmmm”

His hands grabbed your hips pulling you up to your knees. With your face still buried in the mattress, you felt him spread you open for him with his large palms. He groaned at the sight of you dripping for him.

“So fucking wet for me. You ready for this cock?”

“Yes, please, I need it” you begged. You were absolutely wrecked for him. The long days without his affection catching up to you quickly. You would do anything.

You raised yourself onto your hands, turning slightly to watch him as he rid himself of his clothes. You groaned at the sight of his cock springing out from his boxers as he pulled them down.

“Like what you see, baby?” he chuckled darkly, his smirk sending chills through your body.

“Mhmmm, you’re fucking perfect” you choked out, admiring his flushed dick and toned body. You wiggled your ass that was propped up in the air a little, prompting him to come back to you.

“Be patient sweetheart, you know I’m gonna take care of you.”

You were sure of that. He always did.

He came up behind you, grabbing his length and sliding it up and down your slick lips, making sure he’d slide into you with ease. Once he felt comfortable he lined himself up, your core already pulsing in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting as his thick girth pushed its way inside of you. Even after years of being together, you still weren’t quite used to his size. You had become addicted to to slight pain you felt when you two first started. You moaned in pleasure as you felt him bottom out inside of you.

He only gave you a moment to adjust before he started to snap his hips harshly into you. The speed he was thrusting at was quick and his actions were pointed. He knew just what you needed and planned on giving it to you. His pace was unfaltering and he groaned at the feeling of your tight walls around him. His head fell back as he slammed into you.

“That’s right baby take it, take it” he growled.

You couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of your mouth. You were beyond grateful for the home you two had recently moved into, providing you with the privacy to be as loud as you wanted to be. Your moans were the most beautiful sound to him. Shawn swears there’s no better song; no better melody. He could spend his whole life like this with you.

His hand pushed against your back, pushing your face back down against the mattress as he continued railing into you. The bed was shaking, smacking the wall as you two chased your highs.

“love this pussy, god I fucking missed being in you” he groaned as he spread your outer lips with his thumbs as he watched his length disappear inside of you. Somehow the small change felt so good and your walls clenched around him tightly.

“you gonna cum on my cock, baby? I can feel it”

You could only moan in response, too overwhelmed with pleasure as his hand started to play with your sensitive clit. You felt yourself getting tighter and tighter around him as your orgasm approached. You hips began to meet his fast thrusts, searching for your high.

He kept up his pace as he grabbed your hair up in a ponytail, tugging your head back to look at him as he fucked you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” he growled as he sped his pace up.

That was all it took for you to fall off that ledge. You were a screaming mess as your walls pulsed around him. You were sure everyone in the neighborhood could hear you. Your body was limp, only being held up by his grip on your hair.

He fucked you through your orgasm, slowing after a few moments. You focused on your breathing as you felt him slip out of you. Your eyes were shut as you laid down on the bed, body spent.

“You think i’m done with you, darling?” he darkly chuckled “we’re just getting started”

And just like that he had you flipped onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open. Your cum was dripping down onto the sheets, and you weren’t sure you were ready for another round yet.

You mewled as you felt him blow cold air onto your still pulsing clit. You tried to shut your legs but he kept you spread open nice and wide.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and again. As many times as I want tonight.

“Shawn I can’t, i’m so sensitive” you said frantically, shaking your head.

“You wanted my attention so bad, you’re gonna get it. Sound good, my love?”

You gulped and nodded, eyes big at his request. After all, this is what you wanted. Your body may not have been ready, but you were. You relaxed against the pillow under your head, feeling Shawn’s hands smooth up and down the backs of your thighs. You closed you eyes and waited for his next move.

He kisses your neck as he slips his length back inside of you. He shuddered at how tightly your walls gripped him, somehow even tighter than before. He grabs your calves and lifts them to hook over his shoulders as he begins thrusting slowly again.

Your tummy cramps for the first few moments, still a little sore from his previous assault. Your face scrunches up a little as you wait for your body to adjust again. He notices your discomfort and begins pepper your faces in light kisses, murmuring his praise to you.

“You doing okay, my love?” he asks, angling his slow thrusts a little differently

“I’m okay, you can go ahead” you assure.

He looks into your eyes, confirming you are in fact okay before he gets back to business. Like before, his thrusts are quick. He isn’t shy about setting a hard and quick pace for you. He wants to make you feel good. He knows he’s been distant and it’s been eating him alive.

Your chorus of moans starts ringing out again after a few moments of soft whimpers. You know he wants to hear you and he makes it easy to deliver. You feel his cock deep in your tummy and he rocks in and out of you.

“Fuck, daddy. You’re so fucking deep like this.” you whisper, breathlessly. He grunts at the name, almost cumming right there. You know exactly what it does to him and you smirk at his reaction.

“Yeah? Feel me in your tummy? Shiiiit, I can fucking see myself in you.” he groans out when he catches the way your stomach pokes out a little as he slams inside of you. You glance down and whimper at the sight.

You feel yourself getting close to cumming again. You’re shocked at how fast he gets you there, you weren’t sure how much you could take.

He angles himself differently and hits that perfect spot that sends you reeling every time. You’re screaming as you cum for the third time tonight. He’s a moaning mess above you, eyebrows knitted together as he feels you flutter around him.

“Gonna make daddy cum babygirl, you feel so good. Always take me so fucking well”

His hips snap against yours, pace faltering slightly as he loses his grip. The sound of your skin was echoing through the room, the noises slightly wet from the mess between your legs. It was obscene but you couldn’t get enough. Your legs are still slung over his shoulders as you grab his face between your hands, looking him in the eyes as he comes deep inside your throbbing heat. You both watch each other in amazement as his hips keep thrusting his cum in you.

You stay like that for a moment while he collects himself, telling each other how much you love the other as he rests his face against your bare chest. Your hands find his sweaty hair, playing with the curls as his hand trails up and down your side.

The moment is quiet. The breathing of you both being the only sound that reaches your ears. You relax into his embrace, soaking up the intimacy.

“M’sorry” he says so quiet you barely hear him.

“What, baby?”

“I said I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole lately. I’m just stressed out but I shouldn’t ignore you.”

You coo’d at him and kissed his forehead.

“You’re busy, Shawn. I get it. I know what I signed up for. But you can’t lock yourself away from the world, honey. You work too hard.”

Your hands start to rub across his back, soothing him and wishing you could take his stress away.

“I know, just don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

“You could never disappoint anybody. Nobody expects you to be perfect. People don’t love you because you’re perfect, they love you because you’re you.” you say softly, using his own words he’s used to help you. If only he would take his own advice.

He giggles at your stolen advice and nuzzles into your neck, kissing it with a loud smooch.

“Alright, alright.” he kisses you.

He lays his head back down, falling back into a comfortable silence. He sighs thinking of how supportive you’ve been over the years. Regardless of him touring, working, writing, and whatever else his crazy lifestyle brings, you’re always there beside him. You keep him sane. You bring him home.

“Was I too rough?” his question breaks the silence.

You laugh at the question, your face scrunching at his abruptness.

“Not at all babe,” you giggle “it was hot. I’ve missed you.

His lips catch yours and press a few sweet kisses to them.

“I’ve missed you too. I love you. More than you know.”

You hum.

“I love you too.”

[steponmepinkjun]

I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

[josephinelouiseobrien]

High School Reunion (1)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Synopsis: Jada Hale was Penelope Garcia’s best friend. They’d been through everything together - high school, relationships, breakups, a stalker, college, getting arrested and then joining the FBI. So when there high school reunion rolls around Penelope refuses to let Jada skip it - even if that means forcing a certain doctor to be her date.

Trigger warnings: talk of stalking, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of panic attacks

Masterlist

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“Where’d you find this?” Jada Hale questioned as she watched a video of a much younger version of herself twerk on a boy who she now couldn’t recall the name of. Slowly the brunettes gaze traveled to her blonde best friend who sat beside her, laughing quietly at the found high school memories.

Penelope Garcia couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she spoke, “remember Samantha Curtis?”

Jada begrudgingly nodded, “I wish I didn’t.”

“She found it when she was putting together the slideshow for the reunion.”

Jada froze, her eyes widening slightly before returning to a squint in belwilderment. ‘I had to have heard that wrong’. “Wait, like high school reunion?”

Penelope nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah. I cant believe it’s actually been ten years since we graduated.”

“Only ten?” The brunette mumbled, before an alarming thought came to her. Her entire body lurched forward, her hands grabbing onto penelopes arm. “Wait, Samantha didn’t add this to the slideshow did she?”

Penelope laughed, “no, there wasn’t enough room for videos anyways.”

“Thank god.” Jada let out a breathe of relief as she leaned back in her chair. “Nobody can see this video.”

“She what video?” Derek Morgan’s voice caught the girls attention and both, Penelope and Jada, attempted to exit out of the provocative video. But it seemed none of their frantic tapping could stop derek from seeing it. “Who’s that?”

The man leaned forward to get a better look as Jada sunk into her chair. She’d give anything for the floor to just swallow her whole at that moment. “Sorry.” Penelope winced as she glanced from Derek to her best friend.

“Wait, jay is this you?”

Her coworkers knew very little about what she was like before coming to work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. All they really knew was that her and Penelope got mixed up with some bad people - got arrested and then recruited by the FBI. Nothing more. “Yeah.”

Dereks eyes widened, “you had pink hair?”

“Can we just shut it off now?” Jada questioned leaning forward and effectively shutting the monitor off. “Before anyone else sees it.”

Derek chuckled, not seeming bothered by it in the least bit. Then again it wasn’t him who’s reaction she was nervous about - it was her bosses. Hotch could be pretty forgiving but she highly doubted she’d have a job if he ever saw that monstrosity of a video. “Why didn’t you tell me you were such a party animal, Hale?”

“Because I’m not.” Jada groaned her tan skin tinting a crimson shade in embarrassment.

Penelope raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner, “well you better put your party girl pants back on because the reunions next week.”

Jada’s eyes widened as she rapidly shook her head, “No. No, I’m not going.”

“What? Why?” Penelope whined, grabbing onto Jada’s arm as she pouted. “Come on, everyone liked you in high school - it’ll be fun.”

Jada shot Penelope a knowing look hoping to god that she’d just drop it. “Pen.”

“Is this about-”

“It’s not about anyone-”

“So it is about him.”

“No!” Jada snapped, her body almost curling in on itself. “It’s not about him. I just - I just don’t want to go, okay?”

The brunette was quick to stand up, heading for the door with her head hung low in shame - she never exploded in Penelope. Ever. “I’m gonna go see if JJ needs help finding a case.” Her words were mumbled but neither Derek nor Garcia had time to question her as she practically raced out of penelopes office.

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Jada was uncharacteristically quiet as she sat at her desk. Her knees were tucked under her chin as she scribbled onto the notepad in front of her. Sometimes writing down calming things helped her - it grounded her.

So she listed everything and everyone that made her safe. Starting with the two people she was the most comfortable around; Penelope and Spencer Reid.

“Hey, kid,” upon hearing dereks voice, Jada flipped her notebook over. She didn’t need anyone seeing her private list of safety.

Jada sighed, “listen if this is just gonna be an interrogation - I’m not in the mood.”

Derek shook his head, “no, it’s not. But, I think you should talk to someone-”

“Did Penelope tell you?” Jada questioned, her eyebrows raising a sigh leaving her lips. She loved her best friend but sometimes she could be such a big mouth. “I’m fine I’m telling you, I haven’t seen... him in years and-”

“Woah!” Derek was quick to stop her, “Garcia didn’t tell me anything. She said it was against girl code, but I still think you should talk to her about whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

Jada’s gaze cast down to her hands that rested on her desk in front of her. “I just feel like I’m letting her down. I know how much she wants me to go to this reunion but I - I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

The brunette ran a hand down her face in exhaustion. Quietly she shook her head - she wanted to tell him but she convinced herself it was nothing. He hadn’t bothered her in years - she had nothing to be scared of.

Yet she still found her palms growing sweaty at the thought of him. Her heart racing at the sound of his name. Her lungs giving out at the sight of a picture of him - why was her body giving out distress signals when, logically, she knew she was safe.

Jada sighed, “I just can’t.”

“Kid, if I’ve learned anything its that it’s better to let down those walls you hide behind.” Derek explained, “let the people who care about you help - if not me at least talk to Penelope.”

Jada sighed, nodding as she stood to her feet. Her fingers twisted in the sleeves of her sweater as she walked towards her friends ‘bat cave’ as they called it. Penelope was quick to pull her into a hug the minute the brunette walked in.

“I’m sorry.” Jada sniffled our sadly, her voice quivering. Suddenly it was all coming back to the surface and she couldn’t stop it.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Jada shook her head, “no, it was my fault. I know you just want me to go and have a good time.”

Penelope sighed, “okay, but I know what he did to you. I shouldn’t have tried to push you into a situation where you aren’t comfortable.”

“But, I want to go.” Jada mumbled, “just everytime I think about seeing him I nearly work myself into a panic attack. We’ve done everything together I don’t want that to stop now.”

Penelope sighed simply pulling Jada into a hug. She didn’t have a solution at that very second but she’d come up with one. The blonde sighed as she pulled away, “well, I mean you haven’t seen him in years right?”

“That’s the weird part.” Jada mumbled as Penelope handed her a tissue. “Sometimes l be walking to my car, or just taking the trash out and I’ll think I see him - but it has to be some sort of figment of my imagination, right?”

Garcia nodded, “yeah, but I still think you should talk to Hotch or something. If he’s still following you-”

“He’s not.” Jada state’s firmly, “he can’t be, it’s been seven years.”

“Jay.” Garcia pleaded, her eyes begging her friend to tell someone besides herself. They made a promise that if he ever popped up again that they’d go to the cops.

“It’s not him.” Her tone of voice made it clear that the conversation was over. Still Penelope was giving her a look, one that screamed ‘stop lying to yourself’. “You know what, just to prove it to you, I’ll go.”

“To the reunion?” Penelope asked a smile coming over her face before she too grew to have doubts.

“What’s wrong?”

Penelope sighed, “well, now you have me getting all nervous. Maybe we should see if derek will go with us, that way just in case something goes wrong we’ll have him there.”

The idea alone out Jada at ease and she quickly nodded. “That would actually make me feel a lot better.”

So the two girls made their way towards where Derek was making a cup of coffee - Reid was with him. “I see you two made up.” Morgan commented smiling at Jada specifically.

The brunette rolled her eyes, “we were never fighting.”

“Whatever you say.” The man laughed, glancing between the two once more. “What do you guys need?”

Garcia glanced to Jada before looking back to Derek, “would you be our date to our high school reunion? Just in case anything happens?”

“What would happen?” Reid questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized he was completely out of the loop. “On average only about twenty to thirty percent of your high school class even attends the reunion. And I doubt it’ll get rowdy, it’s a high school reunion - your all adults now.”

Garcia sighed, “it’s more complicated then that.” Her gaze was then returned to Derek, a pout set on her lips. “Please.”

“When is it, babygirl?” Derek asked giving in as he pulled out his phone to check his schedule.

“Next Saturday.”

Derek sighed, “I’m going to visit my mom that weekend, I’m sorry babygirl.”

Jada sighed her fingers fiddling with her sweatshirt sleeves again. She was actually looking forward to going now that she thought someone would be there to back her up. Not that she didn’t totally love penelopes back up but she just wanted someone who could pull the trigger on a gun if need be.

Upon realizing the change in Jada’s demeanor, Spencer realized that Garcia wasn’t the one who wanted backup at the reunion - it was her. “I’ll go.” Spencer found the words leaving his little before he had time to even think them through.

But as Jada’s head snapped up, her gaze landing on him as a smile lite up her face - he found it hard to regret his decision. “Really?” Spencer nodded and Jada jumped onto him, nearly tackling him to the floor in a hug. “Thank you!”

Derek chuckled at the gesture, patting Reid on the back. Only he realized they still didn’t know why Jada was so freaked out about seeing her old classmates again. “We still don’t know why your so freaked out about this reunion, jay. Maybe you should tell pretty boy here just so he knows what he’s walking into.”

All eyes were on the brunette and a sigh slipped past her lips as she nodded to Garcia. Jada still couldn’t speak about what had happened and so Penelope was usually the one to tell others what had happened for her.

“Then we have to start at the beginning.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Readers long time crush, Erik Stevens, knocks on her door dressed as a pizza delivery stripper and he doesn’t realize he has the wrong address until it’s too late.

I’m telling y’all now this is funny 🤣🤣 I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing while writing this. Erik is Hoe Erik okurrr.

She popped her ass in her kitchen to the Jersey Club Mix playlist she had on loop all day. It was her off day too. Y/N decided to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies for her gifted cookie jar she received for her birthday. It had the words “Scorpio’s Winning” on it. A particular beat had her twirling her spatula in the air, throwing her ass in a circle with her tongue sticking out.

“Aye!!! This my shit! I miss my Jersey fam.”

Chuckling, Y/N adds the chocolate chunks. She was a traveling Chef who was born and raised in Jersey but moved to Annapolis, MD for her college education. Currently, she was living in Boston with a cozy bakery. She had dreams of opening Bakeries across the east coast.

Dreams her long time crush that she met way back in Annapolis, MD told her to pursue. The thought of him still made her shiver. He was so young at the time, around twenty one. She would always see him in her neighborhood running in the early mornings with his Navy sweatshirt on and matching sweat pants. From there it extended to them hanging out for drinks and getting to know eachother. He would talk about his early life in Oakland, CA, his accent swooning her. Flirtatious, full of life, an ego big enough to make everyone in a room feel small, and lets not for get all around fine as HELL.

She missed him a lot, and honestly, he was one of the reasons why she even moved to Boston. He always talked about becoming an Engineer once he furthered his career in the Navy turned Military man. He was so mature for his age, most of the young niggas chasing after her still acted like they were eighteen. Nah, Erik had an old soul. Women older than him couldn’t believe he was only twenty one.

“Erik Stevens,” she blushed while molding her cookies on a tray lined with parchment paper. Her belly growled, a tiny frown of frustration on her face. She didn’t cook a damn thing and cookies would not be the meal of the night today. There were a few cups of spicy noodles in her cabinet she could hook up a ramen dish with veggies and egg. Once the cookies were in the oven, Y/N washes her hands, heading to take a quick shower. Once there, she stripped out of her t-shirt, the only thing on anyway.

The shower water spilled over her back and hair, her eyes closed and a satisfied sigh escaping her mouth. Tonight’s agenda: eat a bowl of vanilla ice cream with some cookies, sit on the couch with a glass of wine and read her fan fiction favorites. Smut was a number one but she started up with some Angst and now she was even more hooked on that. She could read a nice scary one tonight. Fully clean and skin smooth from the oil she applied in the shower, Y/N leaves the bathroom completely naked, walking out to check her cookies.

They were just about finished, having her entire place smelling like a bakery in the early morning. She rubs her hands together, squealing like the fat girl she was. Y/N’s motto was: love what you have and fuck whatever others thought. She’s tall and thick. 5’10 with a lot of curves to match. A Stallion. Pulling out her good wine glass, Y/N pours a generous glass of white wine, taking a small sip with a soothing hum.

“I’m about to have a good ass night,” she talks to herself. In the middle of shaking her hips within her toasty kitchen, a knock comes to her door. She raises a single brow, smacking her lips from her wine.

“Not tonight, fuck that,” she rolls her eyes, walking out of her kitchen and to her bedroom, the knocks came again but harder. She walked to the door, staring through the peep hole at a man’s back with a pizza box in hand. Scrunching her face with confusion, Y/N talks loud enough for the pizza guy to hear.

“I didn’t order any pizza, sir,” she says politely.

“You sure? Address said apartment 3B.”

His voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Well, apartment 3A didn’t order anything. But since you’re so persistent you can leave the box and I’ll take it for free.” She laughs loudly, causing the man on the other side of the door to laugh. He sounded good and she didn’t even see his face. Y/N was looking through that hole again, trying to catch this man but his back was still turned. Was he hiding?

“Is this some kind of joke?” She spoke with an attitude.

“Why don’t you open the door and see,” he challenged.

“Now why would I be dumb enough to do that?”

“This pizza hot and ready like little Caesar’s open the door, Baby girl.”

Just like a trap, she see’s a box of pizza open and sizzling, two toned and veiny arms with fingers perfectly manicured and thick stretching out while holding open the pizza to her. Her mouth watered.

“Damn, that does look good.” It was a legit box of pizza and he looked official with the uniform and all.

“Mhm, had to hold back from stealing a piece myself,” he started making sounds of satisfaction, drawing her in each time his deep yet raspy voice let out a mmm and a so good.

“Fuck it.” She was ready to open the door, unlocking it but before she could unhook the chain she stopped quickly, forgetting about her nudity.

“You good?” He chuckles.

“You out here about to have me show you my birthday suit!!!” She could hear him get close to the door.

“Birthday suit, huh?” The fact that she could smell him from behind the door...damn. He smelled so fucking good.

“Birthday suits are better then pajamas.”

She blushes, biting her lip.

“Can you give me a second?” She softly closes the door, quickly rushing to her room to retrieve her robe. It was gonna be a grab and go. He was giving it away for free so oh well. Wrapped in silk, Y/N rushes back to the door, finally opening it and coming face to face with-

“Free Pizza.” He held his arms out wide, dazzling smile on his face. The smile she remembers. The same pouty lips, unruly eyebrows, long lashes, dark eyes, and deep dimples. Her stupefied expression made him blink twice rapidly, the same look shaping his face as well.

“Y/N?!!!!” He finally spoke.

It was Erik Stevens in the flesh.

“What the fuck?” She whispers.

Erik Stevens is a damn pizza delivery guy?!!! After all these years this nigga was selling pizzas? She expected him to be a Doctor in Engineering living in a bomb ass condo with a bad bitch that he fucked every day. A bad bitch she wished she was.

“What. The. Absolute. FUCK.” She spoke again but louder. The music blasting a floor above her couldn’t match how loud she just yelled. Erik almost drops the pizza box. He catches it in time with swift reflexes.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” he looks her over, nodding his head with a slight smirk, “You look the fuck good girl. Almost had me dropping this box of pizza. Had a nigga trumped.”

“Ha,” she was light headed. Erik Stevens the damn Pizza guy. She was so shocked. This was a real awkward moment.

“Erik,” she starts before shaking her head. She couldn’t even put into words what she wanted to say to him in that moment.

“Something burning?” He sniffs the air.

“MY COOKIES!!!!!” She rushes into her apartment, leaving the door open while Erik slips inside. He was just as confused and shocked as she was. Box still in hand, Erik walks through her living room, taking in anything he could about the Y/N he missed out on. Still the same after all these years. Back in her presence, Erik watches with humor as she curses about her burnt cookies.

“I CANT BELIEVE-“ she stops mid rant, looking over her shoulder at Erik.

“You left your door opened,” he points to the door. Y/N just stood there looking at him while the burnt tray of cookies and an oven mit were in her other hand.

“Y/N, stop staring at me like that.” Erik shakes his head away from her, tossing the pizza box on the counter, “You got pizza now so why not eat that instead?” His voice has a teasing edge to it.

“Are you aware that I am so speechless right now!” She placed the tray of cookies on the stove, “I mean...ERIK!!!!!”

He laughs, removing his uniform hat to reveal short dreads. She damn near fainted.

“I’m aware, I ain’t expect to come here and see you looking the way you do. Just as fine, just ass...thick.”

He really says that after all these years. He could have said that to her years ago back in Annapolis, MD.

“Oh my God,” Y/N dramatically clutches her chest, “Aint no way this is happening to me tonight.”

“Oh yeah, it’s happening,” Erik bit his lip at her, “you look...”

They both laugh. Damn, what a reunion.

“Can I get you anything? She started opening cabinets, talking so fast she barely breathed.

“Coffee? Water? Juice? Some wine? Something stronger? Oh shit! My bad I forgot you’re working- speaking of work I never saw you as the pizza delivery guy type, I mean, not tryna down play you or anything you just seemed like you had bigger plans, much bigger plans-“

She turns, eyes almost leaving her sockets, standing before her in a male thong with a black bow tie around his neck and a body that would knock you on your back, was Erik Stevens the pizza delivery guy turned stripper.

“WHAT THE HELL?!!!” She yells out. This man was oiled down and everything. He steps around the kitchen island, eyes low and dangerous, lips turned up into a sly smirk, body on POINT.

“You serious?” She laughs nervously. What was this? She had to be fucking dreaming. Right off the back he just strips down, ready to seduce her. This man was wild.

“Somebody come wake my ass up!!!” She yells while pinching her forearm.

“Ain’t no dream here, babygirl, you look like you hungry for something else and I got that shit for you.”

Trapped, Y/N was in between the counter and a whole man. She could feel his dick on her thigh. This was quick. He was about business with this male stripper mess.

“LAWD!” She yells, looking anywhere but at him.

So, this man is a male stripper?! She kept thinking on a loop.

“Don’t act like that now you know you want this Y/N. You’ve been wanting this for a while.”

“You knew about that?!!!” She couldn’t believe this man was in a damn thong. What in the hell.

“Erik you gotta cut me some slack this is not how I planned our reunion would be like!”

His hands were on her waist now, lips close to her ear.

“Let’s make it a good reunion then, let a nigga put his nuts in your face.” He laughs and you gasp in pure shock.

“Did you-“ you blink at him like he was an extra terrestrial.

Out of no where he starts grinding on you, no music playing just his hips moving. What kind of stripper shit is this?

“No music?!” You laugh out loud.

“Play something then, Y/N,” he steps away while she walks backward to her phone on the kitchen counter. He wanted to do this, okay. She could play along and have a little fun. Laugh about it with his ass later. Y/N thought to pull up her ass shaking playlist but she didn’t see Erik as the type of stripper to put on a show to twerk hip hop. Finally, Y/N pulls up her slow jam playlist, settling for some Ginuwine. So Anxious starts playing, a big ass smile on Y/N’s face. She was trying her hardest not to be goofy about this shit but clearly, Erik didn’t care that he was at the wrong house. He had to have known this wasn’t the place for him to be.

“Well,” she sits on her couch, “Give me a show then, Stevens.”

Erik walks towards her, eyes low and body making her bite her lip. Erik stands before her, his dick in her face and Y/N’s eyes zeroing in on the big target. The minute he started grinding in her face, muscles moving in conjunction with his seductive hip rolling, she was ready to pull out her money.

“Shit, I forgot my money.”

She felt like she was back at her sisters bachelorette party all over again. The stripper there had her in a damn fantasy world. She gave him all her damn money.

“Don’t worry about all that, Y/N. Think of it as a little gift from your long time crush.” His dazzling smile made her blush from her cheeks down to her neck.

“Well can I at least touch you?”

Erik props his leg up on the couch, dick almost smacking her in her face with his excessive grinding and moaning. Jesus.

“Girl if you don’t enjoy your damn self.” He laughs when Y/N reaches out to drag her shaking fingers down his abs.

“JESUS.” She says through clenched teeth.

A loud thud from above her followed up by cheering and laughter caught her attention. Y/N put two and two together, a small smile creeping up her face.

“Looks like your supposed to be in 4B not 3B.”

Erik raises a single brow, “At least you’re keeping me with a hard dick until I get up there.” His hands were on the back of the couch now, his chest and abs in Y/N’s face while her hands rubbed his ass all the way around to his thighs. The song switched out to Pretty Ricky- Grind with me.

Out of no where, Erik picks Y/N up from the couch, seating himself and placing her in his lap. Erik lifted his hips from the couch, rolling them up into her naked crotch, causing her to bounce. This was torture. This was going to end up being a fuck session not a strip session.

“Okay, Erik, I think I’ve had my fun,” she was flushed and horny.

“Nah, lets keep going, baby girl.” His eyes with those lashes...she couldn’t look at him anymore.

“What made you become a stripper-WHAT!”

Erik lifts her legs to his shoulders, grinding into her like he was fucking her. She knew at this point her entire pussy was out for him to see.

“Stop asking questions,” he grabs her ass, squeezing it firmly while his hard dick rolled from her ass to her pussy.

“Erik this is fucking wild!!!” Y/N would have a laugh and maybe a cum or two later from this moment. Who was answering her prayers? Who out there besides Erik knew of the big crush she had on this gorgeous man. Erik didn’t even know she lived in Boston. This was some fate type of shit. His lips on her neck brought her back to reality.

“Don’t kiss on my neck like that unless you plan on fucking me!!!!” Y/N had no filter at this point. Erik was like a celebrity crush. Imagine being brought on stage by your favorite male artist and he’s grinding on you and making you feel special, THATS what this felt like.

“You wanna fuck?” He looked at her genuinely serious.

“Uh-“ he cuts her off.

“I mean, for you I can make that happen.”

Now she was wondering if he was a male escort. This man here...

“Erik...I’m telling you now...I know my pussy is all out there and it’s whatever but can you PLEASE STOP TEASING ME!!!”

Y/N lifts from Erik’s lap, pausing her music. Erik throws his head back, a booming laughter escaping his mouth while his muscles bounced in tune with his fit of chuckling. Y/N had to bite the inside of her cheek to calm her laugh.

“Aight cut that shit out I wanna be serious for a second.”

Before she could speak, Erik’s phone goes off. Groaning, he lifts from the couch, tucking one of his nuts back in place in that damn thong. Y/N had to put a fist to her mouth to control herself.

That thang is hanging! She thought salaciously.

“Yeah, this Daddy Kill, babygirl.” He smiles into the phone, gold slugs gleaming, “apartment 4B?”

He looks over at Y/N, both of them silently laughing. Erik clutched his ribs from the pain of laughter.

“Sorry for the late timing, sweetheart, I’ll be there real soon. Nah, keep the drinks going and make sure y’all ready and horny cuz ima put on a real good show,” Erik laughs with a bite of his lip, “Y’all some freaky bitches, aight bye.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open from hearing a Erik reader to those women as bitches. Without a flicker of care, Erik hangs up.

“So wassup, Y/N?” Erik walks further into her kitchen, “you said you got some strong shit, how about Hennessy? I need some extra energy for the 15 women upstairs.”

Y/N makes his drink while a thong wearing Erik stands before her, glistening and chiseled.

“Here you go,” she hands him his drink, “now tell me what made you become a damn stripper? And what else do you do? Cus you talking about sex is extra.”

Erik smiles with a shake of his head, “I am indeed a male entertainer, still working on my Engineering doctorate but after doing some experimenting online with live cam and all that I got a lot of hits. So now I do my own thing on the side. I strip, do live cam, have regular submissives.”

“You must make a lot of damn money to do this shit,” Y/N makes a drink for herself.

“I do, it’s a business on the side, Y/N,” Erik was overly humored, “You knocking the way I make my money, ma?”

“No!! No I just... I would have never expected this,” she shakes her head, “Are you in a relationship?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Nah, single and I wanna keep it that way for a while.”

“Damn, I’m tryna shoot my shot and you just blocking me,” Y/N laughed, half way joking and half way serious. If they were together he wouldn’t be doing this anymore for other women, just her.

“You ain’t shoot your shot before what’s so different now? Is it cus my dick in your face?”

“No, it’s cuz I thought I would never see you again.”

Erik walks over to her, picking her up and sitting her on the kitchen counter. He plays her music again, grabbing her arms to place around his neck, moving her from side to side. She pouted, giving in to his antics.

“You make me sick,” she looks him in the eye, “you should probably go-AHHH!”

Erik picks Y/N up, bouncing her on his still hard dick. She was dripping on this man, he played entirely too much.

“Alright cut it out!!” She swatted at him, Erik putting her down with a smile.”

“Y/N, I missed you,” he chuckles, “You right, let me get up out of here.”

Erik walks away, picking up his fake pizza uniform, putting it on. Y/N runs her hands over her hair and adjusts her robe, heart still fluttering and legs wobbly. She walks over to the pizza, hovering her hand over it and noticing it was cold.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s just a gimmick.”

“Too bad. You sure you don’t want any money for your excellent services?” Y/N joked.

“Ha, I told you I’m good girl.”

Fully dressed, Erik finished off his Henny, grabbing his hat to put on and the box of pizza from the counter. Erik walked over to Y/N, grabbing her chin and placing a soft and lingering kiss on her cheek.

“You gonna miss me, Y/N? I promise to come back and see you since you’re in Boston now. We got a lot of catching up to do girl.”

Her heart skipped about two beats.

“You better.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Sorry I gotta leave you like this, but I can’t miss out on my money.”

Fuck them bitches upstairs, she seethed to herself.

“It’s cool, you’re just gonna make it up to me when I see you next time.”

Erik pulls out his phone, “give me your number.” He was telling more so than asking. Y/N gives him her digits, Erik storing it in his phone and saving it.

Y/N walks Erik to the door, the further they went the more she dreaded it. Opening the door, Erik walks out, turning to give her a tight hug and that same lingering kiss but to her forehead this time. He was really driving her crazy. Erik wasn’t going to make this crush thing easy. A fun night turned into a boring one.

“Bye, stupid,” she shoved him.

“Bye, girl.” Erik walks away and up the steps, turning to look over his shoulder from time to time with a smile on his face.

“Pick that lip up,” he teases.

“They don’t deserve your body!!!” Y/N yells after him.

“YOU SO STINGY!!” He yells back, Y/N closing her door behind her with a huge grin on her face.

It only took a few seconds before she heard the door opening, Erik giving the ladies his intro.

“Pizza delivery for 4B, right?”

[princessniquane]

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WARNINGS: smut, cheating

Cynthia walked into catering to go meet Nick. She saw Roman sitting with The Usos and his girlfriend. We made eye contact and he stopped talking to say hi to me. "Hey Cynthia."

I walked over and greeted everybody. "What's up." I smiled standing by Roman. "What's up!" R-truth yells from across catering. I just shake my head at him. "You just leave me hanging like that? I see how it is now."

"What's going on little Uce?" Jimmy chuckles.

"Yea its been a little while since you spent some time with us. What The Authority ordering you around?" Roman says giving me a hug picking me up. And then squeezing my ass where no one will notice the action. I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around his waist, it was really tempting.

I'm pretty sure Jey did see but since Roman's back was to the girlfriend she probably didn't. I glare at him when he puts me down and pull back. He just chuckles and smirks at me while he sits down.

"No nothing like that I actually just left creative. They want to put me in a storyline. They don't know with who yet and what's going to happen but yea." While I was talking Roman was literally undressing me with his eyes and licking his lips. Way to be subtle Reigns. I was wearing a white short sleeve shirt that showed a bit of cleavage and a black pencil skirt with black heels. Jey noticed him staring and kicked Roman under the table. 

"Well congrats and I hope it works out for you." Jey says.

"Thanks. I'm going to go find Nick so-hey." Just then Nick comes and sweeps me away from them. We were just a table away from them.

"What the hell was that?" Nick says. "What-"

"Don't you dare say 'what are you talking about'. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw everything. If you two are going to secretly have sex don't openly grope each other in public." He whispers sternly.

"What's up with you and Lana?" I say changing the subject. I did not grope him.

"We uh. We're doing great! We, actually are going public tonight. So you are the first person to know. You should be honored to be the first to know."

"Awww its so cute that you think that i'm the only one that knows." I say pinching his cheeks. "Come on Nick you two haven't been exactly secretive about your relationship."

He blushes. "Shut up. At least I'm admitting my feelings for the person I'm into." I look down because I know what I'm doing is wrong but I cant help it. It was just suppose to be sex. I wasn’t suppose to catch feelings but I did. And now I'm kinda stuck because he's in a relationship and I'm not. But there's just always been something about Roman even before we started this.

"I know I know ok. I caught feelings when I wasn't suppose to. Sue me."

"Hey come on I was joking. I'm sorry." Nick squeezes my hand. I tell him don't worry bout it. Roman and his girl walks by but I don't look at them.

Later that night...

It was only a one night stand. I need to get over it. Thinking about it isn't going to do shit. Its not like he'll just come to my room, have sex and actually stay the night because he decided to be with me. Right? Get it together Cynthia! Cynthia was in the shower moping over a guy that she knew she couldn't have. Even though she had dinner earlier she was still hungry. Perks of having a high metabolism. she thought. She just needed something quick to get rid of the emptiness in her stomach.

Cynthia started to think about Roman again as she sat down and ate her midnight snack. She thought about the amazing sex that happened after the pay per view in his locker room. All this happening while everyone was either in catering or watching the matches.

She thought about his mouth. How it sucked and nipped at her heat while her hands were in his hair. How his tongue worked inside her heat and played with her clit. She was starting to get wet just thinking about it, especially when they continued at the hotel.

Roman was always a great person to be around. His laugh was just infectious like his smile. Now that she thought about it he would always try and find an excuse to be near her. She'd be in his arms and she had felt loved. Being his friend is not enough for her anymore. She has tried to get out of this infatuation or crush faze but it just wasn't happening. So she tried to avoid him and be around other people, like Cesaro, he's a sweetheart. But he's no Roman her heart tells her. She looks at her phone for the time 12:38am. She didn't want to bother Nick because he is out and about with Lana. 

Paige and Foxy are out and she rather not go out again. If she hadn't shaken herself from her thoughts she would of missed the knocking on her door. She's not stupid. She knows who it is and she hopes that he will take the hint and go away.

"Cynthia. Open up." He knocks again. "Cynthia please open the door. I know you are in there." More knocking. She doesn't move from her spot though. She just sits there and doesn't make a sound. "Babygirl." He says in that deep baritone voice that sends shivers down her spine everytime.

Cynthia sighs and gets up to open the door a little bit. "What can I do for you Roman? I'm a bit tired tonight and I need some rest." He doesn't hear a word I say just looks at me up and down.

I had on black shorts and a robe with no shirt. I realize I had not tied my robe and my purple lace bra was showing. "May I come in?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Not in that way...well not yet anyways," He smirks. I roll my eyes and let him in.

As soon as I close the door I'm being lifted and pushed up against it. "I thought you we weren't going to do this yet?" I tell him. He answers me with a bruising hard kiss. I moan against his lips and grind against his hips making a sweet friction.

He groans softly and grind back against my heat. "And I keep my word. This is going to be a long night babygirl hope you don't mind," he says against my lips. He starts to kiss across my jawline down my throat and makes sure to mark my neck. He goes back to my lips and start to grind hard.

I moan into his mouth as my fingers run through his hair and grind back against his erection. He pulls back and put my over his shoulder leading us to the bedroom. "Roman Reigns if you don't put me down right now!" I squeal at him.

He just chuckles and slaps me on the ass as we get to the bed. He lays me down on the bed and straddle my thighs. "You're so beautiful you know that," He says.

It slips out before i can stop myself. "I'm not that beautiful if you wont make me yours." My eyes goes wide and I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

He sighs. He moves my hand from my face and put them above my head. "Cynthia you are beautiful. You're special to me. You always have been. If you don't believe me then I guess I have to show you," he tells me looking into my eyes.

"Roman I-" he cuts me off by kissing me. I try to run my fingers through his hair but he pulls back.

"Uh uh. I want to make you feel good tonight. Make you feel beautiful. Okay?" I nod my head yes. He starts to kiss me on the lips and makes his way down to my chest. He flicks his tongue on one nipple as one of his hands pulls me forward as he begins to suck on it.

He then removes my robe and throw it haphazardly on the floor and releases my nipple with a pop and moves to the other. Roman keeps eye contact with me as he suddenly bites down on it. I didn't realize i was completely naked until I felt him suck on clit.

"Aaahhh! Fuck Roman. Mmmm...feels so good." Instead of going straight to my heat he goes to nip and kiss at my left thigh. Breathes against my dripping core, suck on my clit and then nip and kiss at my right thigh. Then he goes back to my heat and blows a steady breath. A shiver goes through my body. I hear Roman chuckle at me and goes back to sucking on my clit. I move my hips to get Roman to give me more. "Please Roman."

"Please what babygirl? Tell me what you want me to do." He teases me.

"Aaahh...Ro- ahhh!" Roman's tongue plunges deep inside me. I arch my back and move against his mouth that was devouring my pussy. Roman puts an arm down on waist making sure I don't move and starts adding his fingers. "Roman...oh fuck...yes! Yes! Just like that...mmm." Oh my god...this is too much. I cant take this much longer! Oh please no more! "Roman...Roman...I'm..."

"Let go baby. Cum for me." He says. I cum hard screaming his name. He licks and sucks all through my orgasm and leaves a kiss to my clit.

He kisses back up to my body and suck on my neck. I moan and slip my hands between our bodies and palm his erection. He breath catches slightly. I bite my lip and look into his eyes as I stroke him through his basketball shorts. He moans and bites my neck not enough to break skin and bleed but licks it to smooth the slight pain. I slip my hand in his shorts and he tells me stop before he can't control himself and take me.

"Now babyboy you know you will take me but the question is HOW you will do it," I teasingly tell him while stroking him faster. He moves into my hand as he moans in my ear. He quickly moves my hand and put it above my head again.

"You need to stop." He pleads. I push him on his back and ground on top of him and kiss him. "Uhhh...fuck baby...just like that...mmm...oh yea...fuck!" As I continue to grind on him I start to kiss on his jawline down his throat. "No! Stop I'm suppose to be pleasing you."

"Then you better get inside me quick." I moan.

He doesn't hesitate in getting me on my back again. He gets up and quickly strip off his clothes. He lays beside me and pulls me on top of him. I slowly slide down his erection and we kiss to I was ready to move.

I grind down on Roman making him groan loudly. I move up and down his length as I moan in ecstasy being filled by Roman's length. Roman grabs onto my hips and thrusts inside me faster and harder. "Thats right baby...ride this cock...uhhh...god you feel so good...so close." He pulls out. "Hands and knees baby. I need to be deeper inside you," he whispers. I get on my hands and knees and he slams into me in one thrust. He sets a brutal fast pace and I'm loving every single second of it. "Uhhh yes...fuck...oh my god...you should see my cock disappear in your tight pussy baby," he says and gives my asscheeks a squeeze and a smack.

"Roman...fuck...more please...give me more." I beg him.

He gives me another smack and pulls out again. I was going to ask him why he pulled out when he flips me over and thrusts back in. This time he goes slow and i wrap my legs around his waist. Ours lips connected in a lip locked, our bodies sweaty. As his thrusts begin to pick back up my nails are leaving marks all down his shoulders and back. Roman lifts one of my legs and puts it on his shoulder and I arch my back moaning. He drives deeper inside me as he moans on my neck. We're both close now. I can feel his member pulsing just as the tightening in my stomach is ready to burst. All I need is. One. More. We both moan each others name as our orgasm hit. As we catch our breath. I try to not think how ill feel in the morning when he is not there beside me.

"You think too much. I'm going to be here when you wake up. I'm done pretending to be happy with someone else when I know that I'm truly happy with you. You're the only one for me. You always have been. I promise you ill be here. Forever," he tells me as he looks in my eyes.

I kiss him one more time. "You better."

The next morning

I wake up and look beside me. The bed's empty. Yep to good to be true. As I got up to get some coffee I smelled food. I walked into the kitchen Roman was naked making coffee. Now that is a sight I would love to see often. I wrap my arms around his waist and leave a kiss on his back. 

"I wouldn't mind waking up to this in the morning. A naked Roman Reigns in my kitchen? Fangirls would go crazy." I joke.

He chuckles and turns around and puts me on the counter. "Did you think I left?" He asks.

I sigh. "Yea. I did. I'm sorry Roman. It's just that-" he shuts me up with a kiss.

"Don't worry about it babygirl. Like I said I keep my word. Now how bout we have a little fun before breakfast?" He squeezes my thighs suggestively.

[dr4cking]

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

husband!draco & dad!draco. switched 😏

y/n just got home from her girl's night out with her friends, she opened the door of her house. her eyes automatically searching for her husband and their child.

she goes upstairs when she didnt found any of their signs downstairs.

then she heard it, laughter coming from her son’s bedroom. she barged in and smiling when she saw her husband and kid playing on the bed.

she approaches them, pulling the two of them into a tight embrace.

draco smiles when she kissed his cheek before placing another kiss on scorpius’s forehead.

“how is your day?” she asked ruffling her little boy’s hair.

“it’s really fun mommy! daddy and I have been playing for a whole day!” scorpius clapped his hands cheerfully.

“yeah? tell me what is it that you played together?”

“we’ve been practicing magic and i grew some flowers in the garden mommy i’m sure you’d love it!” scorp replies making draco chuckles at his boy’s bubbly side.

“that’s great baby, i’ll see it tomorrow theyre must be really pretty” y/n said tickling her son making him squirming and laughed.

“and how about you, love? did you have fun today?” draco asked making both of them stopped and she smiles at him.

“we had so much fun bubs, do you know that pansy just found out that she is pregnant?”

“what? really? wow that’s good news to hear, can’t believe blaise is going to be a dad!” he replies with the same energy. he grins at the thought of blaise finally having his dad moments for the first time.

“draco you’re a dad too..” three of them laughed at her comments.

y/n stood straightly and stretched her back before leaning into draco whispering something into his ear.

“you better put scorpius to sleep soon. i cant wait to call you daddy tonight.” she smirks seeing him gulped and his face heated.

his eyes instantly dropped to scorpius who was still sitting on the bed innocently.

she walked out of scorpius’s room going to their bathroom wanting to take a shower.

>>>>>

few minutes passed, she came out from the shower, she smirked when an idea come to her mind. she put on a red lingerie that she knew draco loved so much.

a little gift for him might make his day better.

she stares at her reflection in the mirror, twirling around to admire the lingerie that hugged her body perfectly.

she has been craving for some touches since last week, but they have been busy with taking care of scorpius. so now would be a perfect time.

she sits in the middle of the bed, crossing her legs waiting for draco to come to their room.

her head snapped to the direction when she heard the door clicking and her huband stepped in, his eyes turned dark as he saw her.

“is he asleep?” draco nodded at her question, he walked slowly to her, his eyes scanning her body making her smirk get wider.

“good.”

“now enjoy my little show mr. malfoy” she continues, standing up and turned him around, pushing him onto the bed.

she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and quickly casted a silencing spell.

she looks at flustered draco keeping their eye contact, playing with her wand twirling it around her hair and shot him a wink making him shifted uncomfortably.

she put the wand back. her hand slowly tracing down to her body and draco’s eyes follow every movements she made.

y/n chuckles before letting her hand goes to her back and unclasping her bra, showing her tits full out in display for him.

she throws her bra at him and it landed on his crotch, he quickly grabbed it and sniffing it humming at the scent.

draco was still propped on his elbows enjoying the show his wife give to him, his eyes never leaving her body.

y/n played with the string of her panties in her fingers before taking it off slowly, showing him her bare cunt. and her panties dropped to her feet, she pretended to gasped and look him straightly in the eyes.

“oops..”

draco’s breath got caught in his throat, he wanted nothing more than to touch her but he also wanted to enjoy the show.

“fuck baby you’re a goddess..” he moaned softly, his eyes looking up at her face before going down again.

“thank you daddy” he choked out on air when she said that making her chuckle.

she hopped on his lap and straddling him, catching his lips on her, kissing him eagerly, her hands quickly making her way to the bottom of his shirt taking it off.

“daddy you’re so hot..” her kisses trailed down to his neck, leaving a few marks on it.

their bodies pressed together leaving no gap, she grinded on him making him groaned. he pulls her back for a hungry kiss his hands roaming around her body and he moans softly into the kiss when he feels her nipples rubbing his.

“fuck.. ride me mommy” she moaned at the nickname, her hands pulling down his sweatpants he helped her by kicking it off throwing it somewhere making her giggle.

she pushed his hard cock up straightly to his lower stomach and she grinding her cunt on it, petting him.

“mommy.. please..” he moans out loud at the friction, his hands squeezing her ass.

she lifts up her body lining his tip up on her entrance to lubricating both of them before sinking down on his cock, he stretched her out deliciously as her walls instantly accomodating him.

they were moaning each other at the feeling of finally being connected.

“god y/n.. you wrapped my cock so tight baby” he let her fully have the control as she bouncing up and down on his cock, her hands gripping tightly on his shoulder to steady herself.

“you feel so good inside me daddy” she bouncing faster on his cock, each time his cock somehow gets deeper inside her showing a bulge in her stomach.

“damn baby look at how deep daddy in you”

she moans when she looked at her stomach. his hand touching the bulge in her stomach pressing it softly turning both of them into a moaning mess.

“i’m close daddy..” he guided her hips to bounce faster while meeting her thrusts upwards, one of his hand rubbing her clit circling his thumb on it making her going crazy.

“cum for daddy” she collapsed on his body legs spasming as her high hit her body, her juices soaking his cock. draco followed behind at the feeling of her walls squeezing him tight.

and when y/n thought they were done, draco flipped their body so he was on top now without pulling out of her. he thrusting into her right away making her gripped the sheets.

“you dont think i’m done with you, right?” he snapped his hips harder making her body bouncing in front of him. the headboard hitting the walls over and over again.

y/n shakes her head ‘no’ to answer him. he pulls her for a kiss, his fingers twirling her hard nipple.

“good. because i’m not stopping until you filled up with my cum, i’m gonna give you so much cum until you give me another baby”

“yes! yes daddy please fuck me until i’m full with your cum..”

he wrapped one of her legs on his shoulder making him going deeper on her, his balls slapping up against her ass making loud clapping sounds filling the room.

“god.. babygirl i will never get tired of pounding into your tight pussy, it feels so good i dont wanna pull out”

y/n screamed his name louder when he hit her spot again, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened and her vision went blurry.

draco noticed and pulls her by her throat reconnecting their lips. he broke the kiss pressing their foreheads.

“look at daddy when you’re gonna fall apart on his cock, babygirl” she moans louder keeping their eye contact like he said, her lips quievered as he circled her clit.

“i’m gonna cum daddy! oh fuck.. yes draco!” she let her second orgasm washed over her body, it feels so good that it sending her to the cloud nine.

“oh god.. you squirted on daddy’s cock, babygirl”

he groans louder at the feeling of her walls pulsing and clenching him so tight, his thrusts getting sloppier as his high approaching him.

“fuck fuck.. take all of me y/n!”

he gives her one final thrust before letting himself exploding all of his cum inside her, filling her womb full like he promised. his moan get louder when he feels he’s still shooting his cum into her non stop.

his body shaking so hard that he collapsed on top of his wife hugging her, burying his face onto the crook of her neck.

y/n moaned feeling so full, he lazily ride out their highs making no move to pull out.

she stroked his blonde hair softly, sweats running onto both of their body. they were still catching their breaths.

“oh my god y/n.. that was so amazing” draco said between his breaths as he rolled to the side, wrapping her in his arms.

“yes dray.. that was the best” she kissed him one more time before he gets up walking shakily to the bathroom.

he comes back wrapping y/n in bridal style carrying her to the bathroom and placing her in the warm tub before joining behind her.

“thank you for letting me went out earlier and taking care of scorpius, dray..” she looks over her shoulder, her hands playing with the bubbles.

draco captured her lips on his, his hands messaging her shoulder softly. he pulls away to answer her.

“no need to thank me, love. it was my duty too as your husband and a father.”

she chuckles splashing the water onto his face making he joined her laughter.

“i love you dray.”

“i love you more y/n.”

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a/n : i once again dedicated this to @angelic-bitxh because of a deal we made for ghost pics 💀

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Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.