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˚ · . astro observations ll ·˚ ༘

Links to other astrovations: Astro Observations l, Astro Observations lll, Astro Observations IV, Astro Observations V, Astro Observations VI

♡ Scorpio and aries moon/rising are such powerful people istg. Martian moons/risings have a particular flare that is immediately noticeable. It’s in your face and you have to look simply because they are to mesmerising to even think to look away. These people have a blood lust for revenge and will do whatever it takes to get what they want.

♡ Aries moons imo are almost comparable to capricorn moons in a work ethic sense. They work and work and work with such passion and willpower.

♡ Scorpio risings and moons are forever loyal to their loved ones and expect the same in return, they don’t want to waste their time on people who they don’t have a strong emotional connection with, they will be honest and tell you up front if they care for you, truly one of the most protective placements I know.

♡ EVERY SINGLE PERSON IVE HAD A CRUSH ON ARE AQUARIUS MERCURIES. ALL.OF THEM. AND A LOT OF MY FRIENDS THAT I ADMIRE ARE AQUA MERCURIES TOO 😭 Idk man i’m just so attracted to them. They radiate intelligence and power I literally would put the world in ruins for these mfs. All of them and I mean ALL of them are sooo smart, a lot of them are also kinda socially awkward like not only in the way they communicate (sometimes it sounds like they don’t even wanna talk to you but trust me if they wanted to talk to you they would) but in the way they walk around in areas flooded with people 💀 Like i noticed they tend to forget how to walk sometimes in public it’s so cute 😭

♡ Saturn in the 3rd may struggle with communication in some way shape or form unless positively afflicted. These people may also have had strict siblings that put a lot of pressure on them throughout school or they were the strict older sibling 😭

♡ Libra stelliums are such sweet, caring people. My younger sister has this and she’s always looking out for others, taking care of younger kids and sorts out arguments in her friend groups all the time.

♡ Aquarius risings will voice their opinion no matter what other placements they have, their aqua rising always shines through. They speak up against injustice, unfairness (esp mixed with libra placements) and authority. If they don’t understand why the rules are the way they are they won’t sit back and deal with it, they bring attention to it and if not fully change or disregard the rule they at least try to understand why it could benefit others.

♡ I hear a lot that Aquarius risings are stubborn and trust me that’s true, but it is a humanitarian sign and if they know or start to understand why the rules are the way they are and how it can benefit other people, they keep it in place while also bending around the rule for their comfort.

♡ Venus in pisces are dreamers and have a lot of artistic talent, however these people can be deluded by their ideas and fantasies and by falling into their delusions they can unconsciously hurt others whether they realise it or not.

♡ ^ This also goes for Venus-Neptune, because of neptune’s influence if they aren’t grounded enough or fall too deep into their beliefs and concepts of things they can be rigidly stubborn and not believe what others tell them because only they know the "truth". Considering the beauty, compassion and eternal love this placement carries it is a wonderful placement to have but if these people are too detached from reality, they can drive others away and eventually won’t know the truth either.

♡ Mars/moon in taurus mixed with Leo placements will not tolerate any anger or shit from other people. When their friends or loved ones do shitty stuff they can hold it down for a bit but if one of their loved ones truly cross a line these people will explode and never come back to you.

♡ Virgo moons hate being caught or dealing with the consequences of their own actions which is why they like to stick to the rules a lot of the time. Now i wouldn’t say particularly it’s because they like the rules but again would just hate the aftermath of being caught. These people do however like a sense of structure and routine in their lives so having rules in place that aren’t too restricting is good for them.

♡ Cancer and pisces moons can make great friends but if the Cancer moon becomes too clingy or overbearing with their love it can scare the pisces moon away. Unless of of course the pisces moon has strong cancer/moon placements.

♡ As a venus in gemini I attract other venus in gemini and sag venus's like a light attracts moths 😭 I think that other gemini venus's and sag venus' are just so entertaining, i’m never ever bored when with them and i love the way i communicate with these people, the conversation flows so easy for me compared to other venus placements.

♡ I hate the venus in gemini = cheater stereotype. I mean I know half my friends are gemini venus' and they haven’t dated anyone yet simply because they are waiting for 'the one'. They can talk to people but will never get too invested and it normally never leaves the talking stage because gemini venus will realise that the person they’re talking to may not be what they want, also considering that their mind can change a lot on what they are interested in. This doesn’t mean cheater tendencies, sure maybe with some other placements it could indicate that but gemini venus alone is not enough to identify someone as a cheater 😭

♡ Mars in Leo put hard work in for the extrinsic rewards. The recognition and praise that comes during or after the hard work they’ve put in makes them feel appreciated for their efforts. They also put in hard work towards projects that they truly see are worthwhile, projects that they can see can benefit them and make them happy. They want fun, happiness and passion and to get that they will put in the work needed.

♡ i noticed gemini suns tend to be the most set apart in terms of personality. I’ve met a lot of people with the same sun sign but every time I meet a new gemini sun, they each have nothing in common.

♡ water sun + fire moon combo are the perfect example of having a fun tough exterior but once you get to know them you can see their more sensitive side. It’s kind of weird since the moon represents emotions and our subconscious. Maybe these people just project their fire moon more than their water sun stereotypes because they don’t want to fit into that role when really fire moons are some of the most sensitive people you can ever meet.

♡ Jupiter in 6th may have good relationships with their coworkers and most probably enjoy the job that they have or want to have. This placement can also indicate having good health and that sticking to a routine can really benefit you and reward you with things.

♡ Moon in harsh aspect to mercury can signify struggling to communicate your feelings with others and or people can get the wrong idea of what your actually trying to say. With Moon ruling emotions and Mercury ruling our mind/intellect it really proposes the head vs heart scenario. What your mind wants and what your heart wants aren’t in balance and this can cause a lot of confusion and stress to the individual.

♡ Pluto conjunct mercury can easily influence others through communication. People listen to them because pluto conjunct mercury natives speak with power and passion, they’re persuasive and rational and this attracts a lot of followers but a lot of jealousy from others too.

♡ Jupiter in 9th house might like learning about different religions, cultures and languages. These people like to travel and to understand the beliefs of others. They find it interesting as it can help expand their mind too.

♡ Jupiter-Saturn harsh aspects may struggle to believe in themselves and their talents. This can lead to them giving up too quickly or relying on external forces to validate them.

♡ Moon in aquarius literally give no fucks. You could be a close friend of theirs and if you told them you murdered someone, they’d shrug their shoulders. Literally the most non-judgemental people i’ve ever met :D

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Trois:

Chapter One. 

The leading lady will be introduced eventually but I feel like with the way this is written I need to focus on Adonis and Erik first. 

Warnings: AU!Erik, AU!Adonis, smut, bisexual, mentions of blood, threesome.

The 2019 Comic Con at the Los Angeles Convention Center was populous to say the least. Adonis Johnson felt like he was elbow-to-elbow with the animated and roused crowd of event goers. Everyone is grouped like teenagers in those cheesy high school flicks. You have your Nerds—never worried about being challenged to prove their knowledge about the gaming character or superhero on the shirt they're wearing, yelling out quotes in a spirit of shared fandom. Then, you have your cos players—rehearsed smiles on their faces whenever they are stopped to have their picture taken, sort of deteriorating and looking less magnificent as the day goes on due to wig issues, broken weapons, or itchy and hot costumes. Then, there are those individuals like Adonis who endure the hectic universe. 

Adonis is wearing a faded orange muscle tee with a mixture of his favorite anime characters such as Saitama, Goku, Sasuke, L, Yusuke Urameshi, and Spike Spiegel. He styled the tee with a pair of Nike Dri-FIT Basketball shorts in black, black Jordan socks, and a pair of orange and black Air Jordan 1’s on his feet. He couldn’t forget his layered silver chains and finger rings to make it more stylish, or his charcoal black Coach backpack to carry his essentials like the sun screen he needed and some water from standing in that long ass line in the blazing afternoon sun. The cast of Zombieland: Double Tap will be there, and over 800 exhibitors. Adonis didn’t even know where to start or end and at first he figured the map in his hand that he grabbed at the entrance was a great idea but he tossed it in the closest receptacle. 

Adonis scratched at the steri-strip on the corner of his pouty bottom lip since the regular stitches were removed by his doctor almost 48 hours ago. Adonis earned that busted lip from a fight he triumphed in. He didn’t get that wound from the type of fights you see on paper view—he’s an Underground Boxer who participates in Street fighting. Yes, Adonis fights in ‘unlicensed’ matches. This means it operates outside the governing bodies of the sport and is susceptible to rules being broken and fights being fixed. It is illegal in many countries because it is dangerous and disruptive to daily life—running the possibility of being charged with several crimes especially. It’s Adonis’ personal fight club, a badge of honor for him. 

Adonis was introduced to the idea of a fight club by a childhood buddy of his that died five years ago. His name was Clark Wilson. Adonis and Clark used to be in Juvie together—two angry kids who used their fists because of the violence and hatred surrounding them. When Adonis’ father, famous Boxer named Apollo Creed’s wife Mary Anne came looking for Adonis while he was in Juvie, she took him in as her own son and started him out in therapy and anger management groups. For the most part, Adonis felt as if his anger was suppressed but he missed the way fighting made him feel——alive. First, Adonis had to understand the reasoning of a Fight Club. Fight Club is about releasing his anger and stress; about fighting his problems; about going against normalcy and the safe little bubble he has become accustomed to living in. 

Rules were put in place and Adonis found a private property hidden from the public eye so that the authorities can’t interfere. Adonis uses a basement of a record shop for his Fight Club location. If someone would die in Fight Club, there isn’t anything anyone could do. There has only been one case where someone died in Adonis’ Fight Club and he swore to make sure it didn’t become deadly. Brutal, yes, but no murder. Pinching the steri-strip on his lip to keep it in place, Adonis visits an exhibitor—Comic Madness. Pulling out his iPhone so he could use his Apple Pay, Adonis sifts through the comic books to find the ones he wanted. The price tag on them was a bit much but this was a once a year weekend event so he could break the bank. 

Entrepreneur of a fitness company called Elite Body Edge, Erik Stevens strolls through Comic Con after checking out the Hellboy cast members doing a Q&A. Stylish per usual, dangling gold cross earring in his right ear, yellow and black camouflage cargos on, all-white creaseless Nike Air Force 1s, and a lax graphic tee with The Lost Boys on it, Erik pans his Canon PowerShot G7X Mark lll Camera around him, Vlogging his Comic Con experience for his YouTuber’s. When he’s not recording fitness and nutrition videos, Erik is vlogging about his daily life or giving advice to the anonymous subscribers who send him emails. He wanted to edit the video to look like a VHS video for a different aesthetic. Erik strolls past a group of cos players dressed as The Avengers and stops to record them, smiling at the enthusiasm and flashing his gold canines. 

Erik sips from his souvenir cup, the straw making an annoying suctioning noise since it was nearly empty. Shaking the cup, ice chips clanking around, Erik stops to get some more footage. Just when he was about to end his vlogging, there was a rather sexy, good-looking dude with chestnut eyes, amber skin so smooth and velvety looking. The muscle tee he was sporting didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Clearly, he’s lean, and chiseled. Erik haltingly lowers his camera, his inky black eyes trailing over this mystery guys frame with enthrallment. Just when Erik thought he would be coming to Comic Con for some fanboy fun, he spotted a distraction with a nice ass. Erik is a bi-sexual man. Friends jokingly called Erik a hoe that got off on pussy or dick—a reckless hoe that played with fire. Married couples, closet homosexuals, threesomes with women, anything that caused mayhem and wreckage with relationships. Anything to get his thick dick wet. 

Erik’s Adam’s Apple bobbed in his neck and his lips parted. When the mystery guy turned around Erik grunted deeply. Lips so thick and plump. Oooh. His breath became ragged and he felt himself swelling. Why did this have to happen to him right now? Donnie must have felt Erik’s hard eyes burning into the back of his skull because he looked back over his shoulder at him with a raised brow and obvious annoyance. The corners of Adonis’ eyes crinkled with suspicion. Erik found it comical, giving Adonis a sly half smirk when their eyes connected. Adonis shook out his shoulders, focusing back on the stacks of comic books in front of him. Why is his heart skipping a beat and his stomach in knots? The back of his neck prickled and he glanced over at Erik again before he cocked his head to the side. The devilish smirk on Erik’s face sparked Adonis’ short temper. 

Thinking back to his anger management tips, Adonis tried to take a timeout by using “I” statements—to stay in control. Think before you speak, don’t make assumptions, calm yourself. As much as he wanted those methods to work, Erik’s smiling, smug face bothered Adonis. Who is this random ass nigga and why the fuck is he smiling like there’s a joke? Adonis started to feel more and more uneasy about Erik staring at him. Does he know about the Fight Club? That seemed to invigorate Adonis’ irritation because he began charging through a group of cos players and walked right up to Erik with his pectoral muscles puffed out and his hands in fists so tight he could feel the aftershocks from his fight almost two days ago. Erik stood his ground with a single brow raised, waiting for Adonis to cause a scene. As soon as Adonis crowded his personal space that was already so little with how many people surrounded them, Erik made it his business to allow his inky black eyes to drop to Adonis’ crotch and back up swiftly. 

“The fuck is your problem staring at me, nigga?” Adonis spoke with a harsh whisper that caused his jaw muscles to clench, “You know me or something?” Adonis paused before he nodded his head slowly, “Let me guess...you wanna fight me?”

“Fight you?” Erik’s eyes become slits, “Why would I want to fight somebody I don’t even know?”

“Well, then you must have heard about me…” Adonis says with a questioning tone. Erik licks his lips and with no regard allows his piercing eyes to memorize the shape of Adonis’ mouth. Adonis couldn’t fight the urge to do the same. He’s turned on. Just as the tension between the two of them reaches a fever pitch, Adonis steps away before he could even realize what he was doing. Adonis didn’t even know he had been holding his breath until he drew in a shaky tone. He’s noticeably quieter now, his aggression tampered. He knew his bewilderment was written across his face. Adonis squared his shoulders and shook out his limbs as if Erik had a bind on him. 

“You good, fighter?” Erik asks sarcastically, “You’re a boxer? I can tell by your reflexes. For a second I thought you were gonna try and knock me out,” Erik smiled. Adonis swallows a hefty amount of spit to calm the tingling sensation in his abdomen. 

“Yeah...I box...underground,” Adonis clarified, “Been doing it for seven years now.”

“Ahh, dirty boxing, I see,” Erik strokes his goatee, “how does one get into that shit anyway? I’m interested.” 

“You don’t choose it like you choose your next meal..you gotta be initiated in...they like to weed out the weak ones…” 

“That hardcore?” Erik took a few steps towards Adonis.

“Hell yeah,” Adonis stares at Erik’s feet as if he were overstepping, “I can tell you more about it if you’re serious.” 

“As long as it’s from the pro himself I’m all ears.” 

This foreign feeling that washed over Adonis’ body was something he felt before when he questioned whether or not he wanted a man to suck his dick. He looks back at Erik just as he smiles and Adonis rolled his eyes away slightly. What the fuck is happening right now? 

“I don’t even know your name, bro,” Adonis held out his hand to give Erik dabs, “I’m Adonis.”

“Erik,” He raised his hand to shake Adonis’. He didn’t want to linger too long but the feeling of his calloused palm teased his hand and it made him want to stroke it. When Erik let go, he allowed his fingertips to brush across the center of Adonis’ palm and that little touch caused Adonis’ biceps to flex. Good to see him react. 

“you gotta be serious...this shit is...it’s rough,” Adonis cleared his throat, “Ain’t the place to really discuss this—“

“Nah, I’m cool,” Erik says with a chuckle—a teasing grin on his face and his eyes now following the definition of Adonis’ arms. Adonis didn’t like Erik staring at him so openly. Maybe Erik got the wrong vibe from Adonis—believing him to be a possible fuck he could conquer after this crowded event, “I’ll stick to boxing in my gym. This underground shit sounds like some kind of deadly contract.” 

“It’s not for everybody,” Adonis says with a smirk, “But if you change your mind, how do I reach you? I usually don’t recruit fighters out in the open like this.”

“Here you go,” Erik pulls out his black leather wallet, retrieving a business card before handing it over to Adonis. It’s a black business card with a gold metallic painted edge for his fitness club Elite Body Edge. The business card is twice as thick as standard cards, since they are printed on 32 pt. uncoated cardstock, offering a superb heft and feel everyone will notice. Erik’s contact information is at the bottom of the card. 

“I’ve heard of this fitness club, all good things too, I’ll keep in touch if you’re ever interested.”

“I’d like to come and watch the fights at least...is that cool?” 

Adonis ponders for a bit, “We have people come and watch but it’s mainly members…”

Erik notices Adonis’ hesitation, backing away a little, “Listen, you hardly know me, I don’t want to intrude on your little secret society. However, you have my card, you can stop by the gym anytime. We have boxing equipment that you can use too.”

“Aight...cool...I’ll come and check it out,” Adonis pockets the card, “Nice to meet you, Erik, sorry for the way I came off at you earlier, my anger can be a bit out of control,” Adonis lets out a nervous chuckle. 

“A bit? I get this vibe that it’s more than just a bit,” Erik turns to leave, “Don’t hesitate to stop by and get a good work out in! Enjoy the rest of your time here at Comic Con.”

“Will do,” Adonis salutes Erik before turning away and disappearing into the sea of people.

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Elite Body Edge is designed with the purpose of building strong foundations by balancing flexibility, mobility, strength, conditioning and nutrition as well as giving you the perfect sculpt to turn heads; because a strong and sculpted foundation makes a power house. With an arsenal of knowledge, from competition preparation to rehabilitation to strength and conditioning, Elite Body Edge can design a program for any body habitus to achieve any fitness goal. They offer one-on-one training, group sessions and accountability programs to best fit your needs. Why train with Elite Body Edge? No contracts with affordable month-to-month membership, a safe environment to learn proper technique from experienced trainers, a flexible schedule with a variety of group classes to fit your schedule, and an encouraging atmosphere to make working out fun.

Elite Body Edge is a high-end gym experience. Some of the club amenities include, locker rooms complete with sauna and massage chairs, rooftop deck, group fitness classes, premium strength and cardio equipment including LifeFitness, HammerStrength, Precor, and Star Trac, and an amazing aquatic area for swim-fitness. Some of the classes include Restorative Yoga, H.E.A.T Camp, TRX, Feel Fit Naked, Boxing, Self defense, Spin, H.I.I.T, Yogalates, Circuit Burn, and many more. It’s located at 8053 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA. It’s striking architecture was designed by National Design Award winner Ian Jackson of Studio Sofield. It’s 30-foot video wall for virtual-reality cycle classes is exceedingly popular, and it’s soaring 25-foot ceilings supported by illuminated linear columns and over 40,000 square feet of state-of-the-art equipment, Elite Body Edge is a modern-day escape straight out of a sci-fi film. 

Erik is no stranger to the gym. Over the years he has received multiple certifications in performance enhancement, TRX Suspension and is a EliteFirst Certified Level 1 trainer, which he has employed as a strength and conditioning coach for the nationally recognized Fremont High School Basketball Team which has produced multiple athletes in the NBA. He supports the youth and employs them to stay active and live a healthy lifestyle. The fitness mogul himself was wrapping up a TRX tactical training course. Most of the occupants are military trained or athletes and with Erik’s skills it can keep them performing at the highest level. Sweaty, heart rate spiked, muscles fueled, and a round of applause, Erik puts up one hand with a black training glove to settle the cheers from his hard working pupils. 

“Nah, y’all should be clapping for yourselves,” Erik wipes sweat from the tip of his nose, “You guys did an amazing job today. The shit is tough but I see improvement and progress. We’ll meet at the same time next Wednesday. Remember, get some rest, stay hydrated, and eat a well balanced diet.”

Everyone gathered their things and exited the class. Erik grabs some cleaning solution and a few disposable cloths to wipe down the equipment. Gym playlist on, you wouldn’t be able to keep Erik’s energy down for one second. He’s so amped up that he could go for another training session; work on his hamstrings and calves some more. Satisfied with his cleaning, Erik exits the classroom, the double glass doors closing behind him. The energetic, hip-hop music pumped up his clients to finish their workout sessions. The air circulating the gym masked the usual odor that comes with sweating and his gym staff are very vigilant on keeping the place tidy. His staff wears black workout gear from head to toe with the gym logo on the front. 

As Erik walks through his gym, checking things out, a familiar face catches his eye. Training on an Everlast Powercore Dual bag with a speed bag attachment is the eye-candy from Comic Con just a week prior. He’s shirtless with a blue Adidas face mask on and fingerless black MMA gloves. His gym shorts hung low on his hips and his feet danced back and forth in his Speed-Flex boxing shoes in time with his fierce punches. Erik wondered when he became a member. He didn’t expect for Adonis to even take up the offer on joining the gym. Smirking, Erik strolls over towards Adonis at the same time as one of Erik’s pilates trainers, Andrea does. Andrea is wearing a black sports bra with the gym logo and black biker shorts. Her sleek platinum blonde pixie cut made her glistening peanut skin pop. Her dark brown eyes held recognition as well as lust. 

“Donnie?” Andrea says with a sultry voice, “I knew that was you,” Andrea popped her hip out, staring Adonis up and down with a big white smile, “How are you?”

Adonis takes off his face mask, those thick lips extra moist from the perspiration on his skin, “Andrea, w’sup? I’m doing good…” Adonis seemed to be thrown off by her presence. From the way he looked at her with his chocolate eyes, they must have had an interesting relationship. Erik took note of the way Adonis sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and Andrea licked her lips and touched his arm with her fingertips. 

“Why don’t you come and see me anymore? We used to have a good ass time...what happened with that? Got tired of me?” Andrea says with a single brow raised.

“I’ve been busy,” Adonis looked away awkwardly, the fresh scar above his right brow catching Andrea’s attention. 

“Busy getting into a brawl? What’s that scar about?” 

“You know me…” Adonis turned away, “Can’t pass up a good fight.”

Andrea didn’t hide her sexual appetite for Adonis from the way her eyes swept over his body, silently telling him how his ripped physique turned her on. Just when she allowed her eyes to drop to Adonis’ crotch, Erik was there next to her, the form-fitting Under Armor short sleeve grey top he wore drenched and molding with his well-built curves straining against the fabric. Two sexy men with twin facial features that made her drool like a love-sick dog. 

“Didn’t think you would show up,” Erik held his hand out to shake Adonis’ hand, “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s dope, I love the set up, I especially enjoy this boxing section...I mean, you have everything I need to help me train.” 

“Where were you training before?” Erik asked.

“Delphi Boxing Academy, but I need more free roam, too many new people to train.” Adonis replies. 

“...so, you know Andrea?” Erik looks over at her, her peanut colored skin immediately turning red and the top row of her teeth chewing on her pouty, pink bottom lip nervously. 

“Yeah, we got history,” Adonis cracks a smile, “Maybe I should catch one of your Pilates classes...watch you do that seated toe touch.” 

Erik arched a single thick brow at Adonis’ words. It wasn’t directed towards him but the seductive way he said that had a pool of desire filling the pit of his stomach. Erik knows exactly how that seated toe touch looked. Seated on the floor, knees drawn towards your chest, feet in the air and toes pointed to the sky, a complete view of a woman’s phat pussy or a man’s hefty bulge straining against the fabric of their stretchy leggings or shorts. Erik enjoys fucking a woman with a malleable body just as much as Adonis does it seems. He wouldn’t mind seeing how malleable Adonis can be.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” Andrea gives Adonis one final look up and down before walking away, “my number is still the same.” 

Adonis watches Andrea walk away, “you got a good selection on your staff, bruh.”

“Yup,” Erik agrees, head tilted to the side, dreads shifting across his forehead before he grins, baring his teeth, “gotta have options, a pretty face brings guests, it’s all business.” 

“Well, I admire your business. The dedication and strive to pull something like this together is inspirational. I put my membership in a day ago and was trying to meet with you for a personal tour but your front desk staff said you were out for the day.” Adonis says. 

“Yeah, I’m also a Biological Science Lab Tech two days a week pulling twelve hour shifts.”

“Damn, how the hell do you function?” Adonis says with a shocked voice. 

“You gotta love what you do. You should know, with your own fight club and all, living a double life...working a regular 9-5 during the day I’m guessing?”  Erik says with curious eyes. 

“I’m a Senior Trading Analyst for Smith Boardley Financial Group so, yeah, it’s like living a double life. They don’t ask questions though, which is good.” Adonis’ face shows annoyance as if he didn’t want to talk about his job. Erik senses that maybe Adonis isn’t satisfied with his daytime life, that he feels more free at night and in the ring. He hardly even knew this guy and yet he wanted to know every little detail; ask him questions. He has so many layers to fold back, and besides his reasons behind fighting, Erik hopes to make Adonis admit to his attraction to him. Only thing is, Adonis has to believe it. He’s still uncertain and confused. 

“Why do you fight?”

Silence settles between them for a short while before Adonis finally speaks. 

“Freedom mainly. I want to stop controlling everything and just let go,” Adonis closes his eyes briefly, “if it’s not working out for me...I need to find something that doesn’t...something that doesn’t define me as this perfect dude with a perfect job, and all this fucking money. The things you own end up owning you. The people around you can drag you down. When I fight, I lose control. I’ve been taught at a very young age to bottle up my aggression but all I wanna do is use my hands and to experience some feeling in this numb world...this ‘cocooned society’.” 

“So it’s not about the violence for you? I can understand that. I guess working out is a release for me...that’s an interesting method that I support,” Erik’s eyes scan Adonis’ body, taking a step back so he can blatantly check him out, “I wanna know how this fight club operates...you think I can come watch?” 

Adonis lets go of a laugh, his dimples flashing, “Yeah, man, you can come watch. I’m gonna warn you now though, it can get pretty graphic.”

“Blood? Broken teeth? Nasty scars? That shit don’t phase me,” Erik smiles, allowing his eyes to drop over Adonis’ body. Adonis leans down to grab his water bottle, taking a sip of it and completely avoiding Erik’s unwavering eyes. Why were those eyes making Adonis’ nerves spike up with excitement. It disgruntled him and had Adonis frowning from the feeling. 

“Listen, just don’t be late,” Adonis spoke with finality, placing his face mask back on, “Can’t have people wandering in at the last minute. Come by tomorrow night around 10.” 

Adonis’ change in demeanor has Erik chuckling. He has a habit of wearing his emotions on his face. 

“Will do, bro. Catch you tomorrow...champ,” Erik jeers before leaving Adonis to his training. 

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Going Underground Records was Erik’s destination for the late evening. Founded in 2001, Bakersfield's Going Underground Records is Central California's largest and longest running vinyl record store and has recently expanded with a new brick-and-mortar location in Los Angeles. They buy, sell, and trade LPs, 45s, stereo equipment, local concert promotional items (posters, flyers, one-off recordings, etc.) and more. They purchase collections of all sizes, so whether you have a handful, or thousands of records to sell, call or stop by any day of the week. They buy daily and travel to you for large collections. It seems completely deserted from the front but Erik’s instructions from Adonis’ text was to go around back through a basement door. Parking his red Audi R8 across the street, Erik puts out his weed, leaving it in his car. Opening the door, Erik’s left foot hits the wet street. 

Fully out of his car, Erik closes the door, turning to walk across the street towards the record shop. Erik is wearing a camouflage pullover hoodie with black sweats and white Jordan 1’s with a low cut style. Bringing his hood up to cover his freshly twisted locs, Erik saunters down a narrow alleyway before making a left turn ending directly behind the record shop. As soon as he approached the red stainless steel cellar doors, Erik knocks twice, stepping away just in time as a tall, carob-skinned man with a bald head and a single gold hoop earring dressed in a black bomber jacket with a dark purple T-shirt and dark blue denim jeans opens the cellar doors. He looked at Erik in an angry or threatening way, his bug-eyes practically sizing Erik up like he wasn’t welcome. Erik was expressionless, no signs of fear towards this shaq looking man whatsoever, instead, Erik pockets his hands and clears his throat to speak. 

“I’m here for rebellion.” Erik says. He was told to say this at the door from Adonis’ text after the gym yesterday. Erik stopped him before Adonis took off in his matte black Chevy corvette. They exchanged numbers so that Adonis could text him the address and password for entry into the fight club. 

“Why do you seek rebellion?” The man spoke with a voice as hard as the blade of a shovel. 

“Because of this effeminized society that forces me to live a dull and meaningless life,” Erik says with an even tone. 

“Come in, quick,” The man says, “I’m Damion, the owner of this record shop.”

“Erik,” He shook hands with the man before entering the basement of the record shop through the cellar doors. There are metal shelves filled with boxes and janitorial items. Following Damion, Erik could hear hoots and hollers growing louder and louder within the basement. A black drape ahead separated Erik and Damion from the fight club. When the drape was pulled back, the badly lit room with a boxing ring and a crowd of at least thirty people awaited Erik. The shouts and roars are angry and free in Erik’s ears. It smelled like sweat, liquor, weed, and Vaseline mixed with coagulate. 

There, in the middle of the ring with his fists tightly clenched, black boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and left nose bleeding is Adonis himself. What would be his excuse this time when he went to work the next day? Maybe that he tripped and fell face first, bloodying up his nose. He bares his teeth that are just as bloody as his nose, punching his opponent so hard that they fall to the floor of the ring, his head pinched between the floor of the ring and Adonis’ left knee. Adonis kept slamming his fist into the bridge of his opponents nose——a beefy looking white man with ginger hair and a large leprechaun tattoo on his broad back. He did it again and again in flat hard packing sounds you could hear over all the yelling until the ginger-haired man caught enough breath and sprayed blood to say, stop. Just as those words fell from his lips with difficulty, Adonis stands to his full height, fisting the air with triumph. 

“WHO WANTS NEXT? The night is just getting started!!” Adonis yells, voice like a rising storm, “THE RING IS FREE!”

“I’ll take him on!” A random black guy wearing a FedEx uniform says, pointing to a tall blonde-haired alternative-looking white guy with arm tattoos and nails painted black, “He’s been giving me a dirty look all night, let’s see what your hands are like. I had a long fucking day too,” The FedEx worker removed his hat revealing a clean faded haircut with waves, “Lets go!!! Don’t act scared now!!”

The ginger-haired white man was pulled from the ring, a bloody trail from his face following him. Adonis slid between the ropes and hopped out of the ring, walking through the crowded room until he reached a table with a series of water bottles and towels. Adonis grabs a bottle of water to drink, his grip crushing the plastic bottle before he tosses it away. Erik’s attention was brought back to the ring when the black guy kicked the air out of the alternative white guy then landed on him pounding him limp. The white guy clawed his neck for him to stop and that’s when he backed off with a viscous laugh. The blonde took this opportunity to give him a taste of his medicine. His left fist connected with the black guy's face, spit flying from between his full lips. 

Yeah! Yeah! Kick his ass! 

It was like a raging storm in that room. Erik walks further into the room, bumping shoulders accidentally with a wild amped up Al Pacino look alike with slicked back hair and what looked to be a waiter’s uniform on. These men came all the way here from their boring jobs to relieve some tension. Erik took his spot in a corner, his commanding yet piercing eyes scanning the room. He sought out Adonis again, finding him shouting into the ring. Erik was standing under one of only several lights in the after-midnight blackness of a basement full of men. In the ring two new guys are fighting. One of the men has his opponent's arms behind his head in a full nelson and rammed his face into the ring floor until his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. He kept going, even when the guy yelled stop. Adonis jumped into the ring, yanking the guy away and earning a right hook to his face. Erik hisses before grabbing his own jaw as if he could feel it. 

“WHAT ARE THE FUCKING RULES, HUH?!” Adonis head butts him, knocking the guy to the floor before looking down on him with vengeful eyes, “WHEN THEY YELL STOP! YOU FUCKING STOP! Get up,” Adonis throws up his fists, “I said get the fuck up!”

Yeah Adonis! Teach him a lesson!

Body glistening from sweat and muscles perfectly sculpted as if they were carved out of limestone, Adonis beats this man down with just his fists, no special combo move like he’s some wrestler. The guy had enough, throwing his hands up in surrender. Adonis smiles with his blood stained teeth. There’s grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn’t about looking good. There’s hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, except this isn’t a holy sanctuary like your grandmother would drag you to every Sunday morning to praise and worship. Erik briefly wondered who is responsible for mopping up the blood and sweat from the ring floor after all of this is over. Just standing there watching has his adrenaline spiked. Adonis raises his head towards the ceiling before opening his eyes, the low light making the blood on his face glisten. 

His chocolate eyes scanned the room and when they landed on Erik he seemed to freeze with shock but then a knowing smile appeared on his face. Erik returned the same smile bobbing his head in greeting. Adonis left the ring and squeezed through the small crowd of men before finally coming face to face with Erik. Erik’s eyes sparked as they quickly swept Adonis’ drenched body. He had to suck in a quick breath to calm the pulse coming from his dick. All this charged up, aggressive energy is what Erik craves every time he fucks a man. That fighting back before surrendering to him when all his fat dick enters them. Adonis looked like the type to fight back, Erik really wanted to see that for himself. He hoped it would be sooner rather than later. 

“Looks like underground street fights are a new favorite of mines,” Erik chuckled. 

The corners of Adonis’ eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Didn’t think you would really show up.”

“I’m not all bark and no bite, bruh. When I say I’m gonna be somewhere, I make it happen. Anyway, I ain’t never seen shit like this so I wasn’t about to pass that up,” Erik’s lashes fluttered and his tongue glided across his bottom lip, his gold slugs twinkling in the low light like diamonds. Adonis’ brows knitted and his eyes fell to Erik’s lips. He caught himself staring and backed away, scratching the tip of his nose and taking a deep breath, his pectorals dancing one at a time. Erik’s eyes flickered with mischief and he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I broke the code inviting you here, you know that?” Adonis looks around, “I’m surprised nobody called you out to fight them. When that happens, you have to fight. That’s the rules.” 

“I don’t abide by rules easily,” Erik’s eyes are ablaze but his voice is like melted honey, “And clearly neither do you. I do my own thing. Is there some contract you have to sign to be involved in this shit?”

“First thirty names on the list get in, if you get in, you set up your fight right away, if you want to fight. If not, there are guys that do so maybe you should stay home.” Adonis points to his left brow, “A couple of stitches fixed this, some of these guys leave here with injuries so bad they need a bed in the hospital...It ain’t for everybody.” 

“But yet here they are getting their asses handed to em’,” Erik shakes his head, “Looks like you need a drink.” 

“I do, I was actually headed to the bar around the corner after this,” Adonis lifted a single brow as his eyes peered into Erik’s, “You’re welcome to join me if you want...I can tell you more about the fight club...looks like you’re interested in joining.” 

“Maybe,” Erik surveyed Adonis’ face, ��We could get to know each other a little? You know, I feel like you’re a cool dude, wouldn’t mind kickin’ it over drinks.” 

“I don’t see why not,” Adonis gives Erik a quizzical look before backing away, “Meet me at The Spare Room around the corner from here.” 

Erik chuckles as he watches Adonis back away, stroking the length of his beard while he takes in the vibe of Adonis’ body language, “Aight, I’ll be waiting for you at the bar.” 

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“I ordered for you if that’s cool? Whiskey.” 

Adonis is sporting a black and grey Nike zip-up hoodie with matching track pants and black AirMax on his feet. He settles next to Erik at the bar before drumming his fingers nervously on the polished wood of the bar countertop. The bartender serves them two glass tumblers filled with whiskey and a black cocktail straw. Erik removes his straw and drinks straight from the rim of his glass. Adonis stirs the ice in his glass around before taking a hefty sip over the rim as well. 

“What are you going to tell your job tomorrow about that purple bruise under your eye and that bloody nose? You tripped and hit your face against a brick wall?” Erik cracks a smile.

“I’m off tomorrow,” Adonis touches the bruise under his eye, wincing a bit, “That punch was brutal.” 

“I felt that shit myself. Damn, he got your ass good.” 

“And I got his ass right back,” Adonis proclaimed. 

Erik finishes his drink before calling on the bartender for more.

“After a fight I usually get some pussy to calm me down but good pussy is hard to come by these days,” Adonis stretches his back, “I ain’t been in good pussy in a minute…”

Erik’s jaw clenched at the way Adonis said pussy. He glanced over at Adonis, watching him drink from his glass. 

“Shoot Andrea a text, maybe she’ll stop by and give you that pussy you’ve been craving,” Erik motions for 

Adonis to pick up his phone, “The night is still young, ain’t too late to get in that puss...ain’t never too late.”

Adonis arched a single brow at Erik, “...You fuck her?”

“She yours?” Erik twirled his glass while studying his drink.

“Nah, she’s not...but did you hit?”

Erik bites his bottom lip, “Once, around the time I first hired her. She got it.”

“I know, I been it before,” Adonis shakes his head, “You fuck all the women on your staff?” 

“Yeah, if they want this fat dick.” 

Adonis stirred in his seat, “Another round, homie.”

The bartender fills his glass, the liquid sloshing around the only sound between them until the bartender walks away. 

“You mad I dipped into Drea?” Erik asks casually.

“Can’t be mad at that. She’s not mine...remember?” 

“I got this feeling that if she was yours...you would use this bar top to crack my head open,” Erik flashes Adonis a dimpled smile, “That’s if you can though.” 

“You talk like you would want that,” Adonis squinted his eyes. 

“I like aggression,” Erik says with a hushed tone. Adonis looked away, pondering Erik’s words. He couldn’t explain it but the way he said that felt as if he were flirting with him. Adonis pulls his phone out of his pocket at that exact moment to find Andrea’s number. He shoots her a quick you up text before returning to his drink. 

“You from around here,” Adonis asked to clear the growing tension. It only worked a little. 

“South Central. You?” 

“Crenshaw up until the age of twelve, in and out of Juvie until my dad's wife found me…”

“Your mom wasn’t around?” Erik asked.

“She died when I was ten. Never knew my dad until his wife took me in...from there I moved to Tarzana to live in this mansion. My whole life changed. Found out who my pops was too. Apollo Creed.” 

“Shit...you serious?” Erik’s eyebrows disappeared behind his dreads, “Bro...that’s WILD...why didn’t you follow in your father's footsteps?”

“I didn’t want to be known as Apollo Creed’s son and expected to be the next Creed star. I wanted to do my own thing, you know? That pro boxer shit didn’t stroke my curiosity. All the fame, all the attention. Nah, underground street fighting is my thing.”

“I’m sure your old man would be proud either way though, you’re a hot head just like him.” 

Adonis smirks, “That’s what I’ve been told.” 

“I know mine would be proud of me...lost him to the streets back in 92’ when the riots were going on. He was an activist like my momma. He protected me from getting shot on my tricycle. It humbled me...Still got my momma. She moved back to New Orleans two years ago.”

“Those riots were crazy. I’m sorry about your father...shit is tough.” 

Erik sighs, “It is, but it just reminds me of how lucky I am to have him as a father. Made me the man I am today.” 

“Yeah...I got nothing but love for my dad even though I never met him. Took me a while to get here though, it wasn’t a walk in the park. Got siblings I didn’t connect with in the beginning but now we’re tight. Mary Anne...that’s my step-mom’s name, she didn’t have to raise me, could have left me in the system.”

“What was your real mom’s name?”

“Vivica. She was an aspiring model. My dad met her at some Hollywood party. They slept around for a while but then Mary Anne found out so he ended things. My mom got pregnant, kept the pregnancy a secret until she passed from a brain aneurysm. By then my pops was already gone. Mary Anne found out and raised me.”

“Man,” Erik dragged his hand down his face, “This whole conversation turned heavy so quick. Let’s fill up these glasses, we need more liquor.”

“I second that.”

The bartender gladly refilled their glasses. For a little while longer, Erik and Adonis talked, learning more about each other. They argued about their favorite Anime, the best clubs in LA, and other random shit that had them laughing. They had only met about six days ago and they talked like old friends catching up. Adonis asks for a bottle of water since he has to drive. The bartender brings him his bottle at the precise moment that his phone buzzes. Picking up his phone, Adonis unlocks it to find a text with an image attached from Andrea. Opening the text, Adonis’ eyes became stormy with lust and his bottom lip poked out with need. 

“Goddamn,” He muttered. Andrea always knew how to get him worked up. She’s on the floor naked with her legs spread wide in front of her floor mirror, peanut skin glistening from whatever body oil she used and that phat, creamy pussy with all her glistening pink spread open and freshly waxed for him to come play with. He remembers how sweet she tastes. Adonis’ tongue rolled around his teeth before forcing his eyes away, locking the phone and placing it within his pocket. He was about to be all up in that pussy. 

“Andrea?” Erik says with a sly smirk. 

“Yeah...she really miss me,” Adonis retrieves his wallet from his pocket, “I can cover the drinks—“

“It’s already on my tab, bruh. Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and handle your business.” 

“You ain’t have to do that, Erik,” Adonis stands from his stool.”

“Think of it as a victory drink for the champion of underground street fighting,” Erik held up his glass to Adonis before knocking back the rest of the contents. 

“I hope that’s your last drink, your eyes are so fucking low.” 

“It is, I gotta get home, I’m pretty tired,” Erik tells the bartender to close his tab before standing from his seat. He dabs Adonis, bringing him in for a brief bro hug, pulling away so that his cologne wouldn’t have his dick brushing up against his. He didn’t need that to happen so soon. 

“I’ll holla at you, Erik,” Adonis turns to leave the bar. 

Erik watches him exit before short, heated breaths escaped his mouth. Erik signs his receipt before leaving himself. While walking to the car, Erik pulls his phone from his hoodie pocket, scrolling through his messages, and finding the person he was looking for. 

Erik: Still on for tomorrow night with you and hubby?

Jodie: Absolutely💕 we’ll see you tomorrow night! Can’t wait 😘

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Andrea has an apartment at the Madison Toluca in North Hollywood, CA. It’s a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment with a black, red, and white color scheme. Adonis arrived shortly after 12:30 AM and knocked on her door. Her All black Yorkipoo—-a mixed breed of a Yorkshire terrier and a poodle, named Cookie was barking at the door when he knocked. Andrea could be heard yelling at Cookie before opening her door. Andrea beamed at Adonis with her big round eyes bewitching and her smile wide and pretty. She was wearing a teal blue Nike sports bra with a pair of black high crotch panties and bare feet. Her platinum blonde pixie cut is wet and slicked back from her shower and her peanut skin still glowed from the oil on her body. 

“I didn’t get a response from you so I didn’t think you would show up,” Andrea stepped to the side to allow Adonis entry, “What made you text me tonight to see if I was up?”

“You know how I get after a fight.”

 Adonis closed the space between them and grabbed the back of Andrea’s neck, tilting her head back enough to have her back bending before his thick tongue slithered up her neck and to her lips for a kiss. Adonis always itched for sex after a fight. His dick on swole and his hands unexcused Adonis cuffed Andrea’s ass, damn near pulling her from the ground. They continued to kiss, suck, and lick all over each other’s mouth to savor the taste. 

“Damn, got my dick heavy right now, girl,” Adonis squeezes Andrea’s ass, “come on, I want that pretty pussy.” 

“Donnie,” Andrea moaned, voice as pure and sweet as if from heaven, “I miss the way you used to fuck me.” 

“Uh-huh?” Adonis lifts Andrea off her feet, wrapping her legs around him, “How I used to fuck you?” 

“So good baby,” Andrea thumbed Adonis’ pouty bottom lip before peppering light kisses along them, “I miss your lips on my pussy too.” 

“I can’t wait to taste it again, is she still nice and creamy?”

“Always, daddy,” Andrea’s body shook with anticipation in his arms, “Damn...I’m shaking.” 

“It’s because you need this just as much as I do.” 

“I miss your big dick stuffing me,” Andrea dragged her kisses down Adonis’ neck. 

“You miss the way daddy used to give it to you?”

“Ooh, yes—“ 

“I’ma tear you up, Drea.” 

Adonis brought Andrea to her bedroom, flopping down with her straddling his lap. Andrea giggles like she always does while Adonis kisses along her neck and tongues her cleavage. Andrea’s breath is coming out shallow and fast. Adonis grabbed her face, making her look at him. 

“Breathe,” Adonis pecked her nose, “This dick ain’t going nowhere,” Adonis smirked, “It’s all for you, girl.”

“This my dick?” Andrea leans back so that she could grab for Adonis’ crotch, “It’s so goddamn thick goddamn baby.”

“I’m tryna make you cream all over it.”

Adonis was in an intense tongue-lock with Andrea while she stroked him through his track pants. She broke the kiss with a trail of spit before lifting from Adonis’ lap and dropping to her knees. A constant hiss escaped her mouth as she fumbled with his track pants. Discovering his waistband, Andrea pulls his pants and briefs down and around his ankles. That fat, long, swinging dick almost hit her in the face. Andrea grabs it before putting it right in her mouth where it belongs. While Andrea Gluck-Glucked Adonis removed his hoodie and the black T-shirt beneath it. 

“I just wanna fuck your face and eat your pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” Adonis tilted his head back, “Drea, fuck.” 

Adonis curses under his breath when Andrea gave his heavy balls some attention before bringing her lips back to that fat tip. Adonis dragged his fingers through her wet, short platinum blonde strands before palming the back of her neck and forcing more dick into her mouth. The loud slurping was something Adonis missed heavily. His hips were practically off of the bed now, lip between his teeth and eyebrows knitted together. 

“I miss this fucking mouth,” Adonis fucked Andrea’s mouth, “Shit, Drea, you still got it girl, this mouth is still a beast.” 

Andrea smirked before stroking his spit covered dick while sucking the tip. She really missed his dick from the way she was eating it up. Adonis wasn’t about to stop her, he simply widened his legs and laid back on his elbows. 

“You finna have a nigga bust,” Adonis’ abdomen flexed, “I needed this so fucking bad, make me bust, girl.” 

The eye contact she was giving him had Adonis balls so full with his tasty cum. 

“Just loving on me,” He says before chewing on his bottom lip, “Mmhmmm,” his eyes closed and his brows pressed together tightly. 

Andrea planted her hands on the bed and started bobbing her head up and down his dick while moving her head in a circular motion. 

“Slow down...yes, yes, like that,” Adonis’ lips parted. 

He could literally feel the corners of the inside of Andrea’s mouth and her tight pouty lips nice and steady on his dick. She manipulated that muscular organ in her mouth to flick back and forth on the base of his dick and his balls each time she went down. 

“Love on my dick, babygirl, Drea I’m about to bust, you ready?” Adonis’ eyes squeezed shut and he completely fell back against the bed, “good girl slurp all that shit up oh my fucking God,” Adonis exploded in Andrea’s mouth damn near making her choke. 

“Get up here,” He says, picking Andrea up and bringing her on the bed. Andrea was on her knees, shaking her slim thick booty in his face, her pussy wide with anticipation. Her cream made a mess of her pussy and it was begging to be licked up. Adonis smacks each ass cheek before giving both of them a nice, appreciative kiss. His lips tickled and they felt so moist against Andrea’s skin. She widened her thighs and arched her back more, practically pushing her pussy into Adonis’ face for him. 

“You shoving this beautiful pussy in my face?”

Andrea nods her head with a bite of her lip. Adonis turns around, laying his head between Andrea’s thighs before wrapping one arm around her waist with the other hand occupied with jerking his fat pole. Andrea sat on his face fully before grinding Adonis’ lips. He leans forward to place his lips on her pussy, serving her tongue with long trails of spit. The wiggle of his wet tongue had her lifting up on her hands, thighs shaking. Adonis takes both of his thumbs, peeling her open.

His damn tongue.

“Ooh, yes, Donnie.” 

Her entire body shivered.

Adonis’ tongue was dripping with spit and warm against her inner folds. He was in the middle of spelling out his name with the tip of his tongue all up and down her slit. With the D Andrea’s body shivered. With the O she started shuddering in breaths of gasping completion. With the two N’s Andrea clawed the bed. The letter I made a shape over her clit at the right angle. After the E He sucked her pussy into his mouth. 

“When you lick me you never miss a spot,” She said with a voice like the harmony of angles. Adonis lapped at her pussy some more in response to her words, “Donnie, please don’t stop, baby...I’m gonna cum, Donnie keep doing that to me.” 

Adonis gave her sloppy suction kisses down to her entrance and back up to her clit, keeping her lips apart so he could really get inside. He repeated and repeated, slurping and sucking and licking and kissing. He went faster and faster and she bucked her hips into his mouth, cries getting louder and louder.

“Mmmm, yes, do it like that,” Andrea said with a sensual voice. 

“How bad do you want to cum?” Adonis said before he slurped on her clit and her labia at the same time, moaning himself feeling his precum wet his fingers.

 “Really bad daddy...I wanna cum so fucking bad from your dirty mouth...make me scream.”

“Fuck. You may be a sweetheart but you a freak for sure.” 

Adonis concentrates on tonguing and sucking all the spots that have Andrea’s hips bucking and her pussy smothering him. 

“Daddy...guess what?” Andrea’s eyes watered and heat crept up her body. 

“Uh-huh, I got that pussy cumming?” Adonis’ words are muffled with the way his lips trailed all over Andrea’s pussy. 

With that Andrea’s body froze as her orgasm washed over her. Remembering how good Adonis ate her pussy wasn’t enough for her. Now she was experiencing it again while sitting on his face. He was going for round two from what it felt like. He kept saying over and over how much he needed her beautiful phat pussy and how he was going to dick her down just like that with her back arched. Andrea was ready to crawl off of him when her second orgasm hit her. She squealed so loud her throat went raw. Satisfied, Adonis resurfaced, his lips and freshly shaved chin glistening from her juicy folds. 

“Come taste how sweet you are.” 

Andrea turns, wrapping her arms around Adonis’ shoulders before licking his lips. She hummed with satisfaction while pulling him down on top of her body. 

“Pussy is gushy baby,” Adonis held all his body weight up on one hand while the other played with Andrea’s folds, “That pussy just needs me in it...I could tell from how your eyes lit up when you saw me… miss the way I bust this tight kitty open...I wanna stick my dick so deep in it.”

Adonis leans down on his elbow to kiss Andrea again while he rubbed her clit. His dick is like a swinging pendulum between his legs right now, desperate and hard for Andrea’s pussy. Adonis has enough of teasing Andrea with how fast his heart beats and how painfully hard he is. Grabbing his dick, mixing the wetness on his fingers from her pussy on his pre-cum laden dick, Adonis lined up with Andrea’s pussy before thrusting in slowly, widening her thighs at the same time. Adonis groaned when he was fully inside, making sure to watch her face so that he could see all of her expressions. 

“Ahhh, yes, that’s it.” 

Adonis’ muscular body was mesmerizing from that angle. He began to roll his hips, working all that girth and length in and out of Andrea. Adonis felt Andrea’s pussy squeeze his dick and it only made him go harder. Adonis pulls Andrea’s sports bra off, her perky breasts with dark brown nipples reminding him of Hershey kisses blessing his eyes. Adonis sucked on each titty while he strokes her pussy. The double sensation has Andrea creamy and the macaroni and cheese sound of her pussy grew louder and louder between them. 

“You taking this dick just like you used to,” Adonis pushes her thighs back, “Fuck all that moaning call me daddy while I’m in it.” 

“Daddy,” Andrea whispered. 

“Look at it Drea,” Adonis whispered back. 

Andrea’s eyes traveled down the length of Adonis’ magnificent body to his long, thick dick spreading her open. She couldn’t put into words how full she felt. 

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Adonis whispered, “This how Erik fucked this pussy?”

Andrea’s eyes flicked up to Adonis’ face quickly. She went red with embarrassment, ragged gasps leaving her mouth. 

“What? Answer the question,” Adonis pushed his dick all the way in. Andrea could feel it tickle her navel. 

“Yessssssss,” Andrea answered with an uneven breath. 

“He fuck this pussy in your bed, Drea?” Adonis’ hips were smacking into the back of her thighs, “What he do, girl?”

“He-he fu-fucked me in my b-bed,” Andrea stuttered. Adonis heard himself grunt at her response. Had he ever gotten off on another man fucking the same chick as him? No. Probably wouldn’t have cared in the past but for some reason, knowing that Erik hit Drea too has him harder than he was seconds ago.

“You call him daddy?” 

“Yes!!! Donnie, baby, it’s so much dick,” Andrea’s face frowned with ecstasy.

“And this pussy is good so you’re getting all this dick, baby,” Adonis reaches up to grab onto Andrea’s headboard and she knows what that means. Andrea held onto his waist with a death grip to prepare herself. Adonis started descending his dick all at once in Andrea’s pussy. No pause, no warning, just nothing but a fat dick with all its length sinking into her drenched pussy fluently. It felt like she wasn’t in control of her body anymore. 

“Donnie, please please please,” Her mouth opened, no words escaping. 

“Did he call you his nasty little girl?” Adonis says with a voice so gruff and guttural. He looked down at his dick working the hell out of Andrea’s pussy. The muscles in his back and arms burned in a good way. He was tearing Andrea up from this angle, “Got me going crazy in this pussy...I needed this pussy.” 

“Daddy, daddy I’m gonna squirt,” Andrea’s toes curled. Her body didn’t feel like it belonged to her anymore with the way Adonis was taking her pussy. Andrea trembled while her pussy leaked it’s sweet juices all over his dick. 

“Got that pussy cumming?!! You ain’t answer my question...he calls you his nasty little girl?” 

“No,” she spoke faintly, “He called me his nasty little bitch.” 

Adonis bit down on his lip hard. He pumped her fast a few more times before withdrawing from her tightness, flipping her over and arching her back deep. 

“Nasty little bitch? Huh? You like that name?” Adonis sounded harsh, “Keep that ass up Drea, come on baby...I got something for you.” 

“DADDY!!” Andrea wasn’t prepared for that big surprise just now. Adonis has both of his large hands on her waist while he plowed her. She never had this rough amount of treatment from him. 

“Daddy, shit,” her shoulders fell forward against the bed. High-pitched moans filled the room and her cheeks smacking and ricocheting off of Adonis’ rock hard hips was stinging her flesh. He was hostile and she loved the change. Sure, Adonis’ much gentle side was always just as good but to see him use her body the way he was it had her squirting and she never experienced squirting while having sex with him. She needed more of this. 

“Throw it back, Drea, keep going, baby,” Adonis watched her struggle. It didn’t matter to him, his big dick was nice and wet. 

“Nasty little girl, huh?” 

“Yes,” Her breath was rattled. 

“Come on and make this dick cum.” Adonis grabbed her hips, forcing her back to take all his length. Andrea screamed.

“That’s how you do it, so do it, girl, I’m not showing you again,” Adonis watched her do it right this time with a smirk, “That’s my nasty little girl… take this dick...keep taking this dick.”

“Daddy-“

“Why is this lil’ pussy so fat? Damn,” Adonis felt his nut sack jump, “Look at this beautiful, fat pussy, go ahead and cum Drea, go ahead baby.” 

“Yes, daddy, Unh!!!!!” 

Andrea slows down, Adonis taking over again, giving it to her and moaning the closer he got to cumming. 

“That pretty pussy, fuck, take this nut girl,” Adonis’ words were stuck in his throat the second he let off in her pussy with his thick cum. Thank God she was taking contraceptives because she would be pregnant with all his damn babies with how thick and heavy his load is. Adonis retracted his hips, dick sliding out and his cum dripping from Andrea’s gaping entrance. His dick left a serious imprint with how much wider her slick hole is. 

“Damn,” Andrea’s body turned over, “That was some kind of fucking,” she giggles, wiping sweat from her face, “What’s gotten into you, Donnie? baby, you were wild in this pussy tonight.” 

“Lack of pussy does that to you,” Adonis stood from the bed, stretching out his back muscles. Andrea tilted her head while staring at his dick. 

“Round two?” Andrea begged. 

Adonis sighed, “I need some water first.” 

“How do you know Erik anyway?” 

Adonis shrugged, “Comic Con. It was a random situation. He gave me his business card and that’s how I ended up at his gym.” 

Andrea gave Adonis a playful smile, “Are you mad that I fucked him? It was only once, Adonis.” 

“Nah, I’m not mad,” Adonis gave Andrea a once-over with his chocolate eyes, “But you liked that I brought it up...that pussy was choking my dick.” 

“I did. Maybe we should have a threesome. I would love it if you both fucked me.” 

Adonis felt his chest grow tight from her words. His face twisted up with confusion at the feeling. Was that...anticipation? Nervous excitement? 

“Maybe, you should get on all fours again so I can come back and get some more of that pussy,” Adonis responded before leaving her room to grab them both some water. 

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Parked on a hill on Valley Ridge Ave. in View Park, CA,

Erik pulled out his phone to remind himself of the address. 4515. DVSN- Still Pray for You stopped playing when Erik turned his car off. Air Jordan 3 Retro’s, Khaki cargo pants, white T-shirt, a denim jacket, and layered gold chains was Erik’s outfit for the evening. His dreads are side swept, a few of them falling in his eyes. He slouched slightly in his gait, oozing confidence. The home is an iconic 1930 Spanish Revival with stunning city views, exceptional vintage details, custom modern updates, a large beautiful private yard with a tiered flat grassy area, patio, and an herb garden. Jogging up the steps, Erik knocked on the green door, stepping back before swatting away a moth that lingered near the porch light. 

The door unlocked, Jodie standing before Erik with a glass of red wine in her hand and a long charcoal grey T-shirt dress with a high slit, coffee brown eyes fringed with false lashes and copper skin looking soft and silky. Her lush lips are glossy and her blue-black hair is in a sleek low bun. Erik’s eyes traveled from her toes that are painted a fuchsia pink up her shapely legs, over her poked out hip and up to her heart-shaped face. Sweet notes of apple and apricot wafted from her skin the closer Erik got to her. He leaned down to kiss her glossy lips delicately, his tongue tasting the gloss. Jodie’s oval-shaped pink ombré nail skimmed Erik’s jawline with fascination. 

“Hi,” Jodie said with a pleasant voice. 

“Hey,” Erik whispered back, the suave way he said it causing Jodie to nibble on her lip. 

“Do you want some wine?” Jodie offered. 

“I’ll take some wine,” Erik closes Jodie’s front door, “Where is the party?”

“For now, in the living room.” 

Jodie pointed towards the area in question before walking away with a sway of her extremely thick hips towards the kitchen. Erik found the living room, Jodie’s husband, Vance, seated on the couch, smoking some weed, denim cut-off shorts on, an olive green linen short sleeve button-down shirt with a bandanna print open and revealing his athletic body. The deep brown complexion of his skin looked satiny beneath the living room lights. His chiseled face with sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model and Erik especially loved the nose ring on his broad nose. His full lips smirked at him before taking yet another puff of weed. That fresh fade with glossy waves and perfectly groomed beard has Erik lusting even more. 

Vance spoke with a husky voice, “Erik...glad you came.” 

“Me too...let me hit that.”

Vance shared his weed with Erik. 

“Training TRX on Wednesday next week?” Vance asked. 

“I am. I’m not here to talk about my gym though, you know that,” Erik said, savoring the weed, “I ain’t know you went both ways, Vance.” 

Vance cracked a smile, “Yeah, I’m bisexual. Me and Jodie. We’ve been trying to hook up a threesome with a man for a while and then Jodie said she saw you out a few weeks ago at the Avalon with some dude tonguing him down.”

“A date I met on Tinder, fucked him good that night too,” Erik’s head relaxed against the couch, licking his lips to the memory. 

“I bet you did,” Vance passed the weed, “He takes it well too?”

“He needed to be trained, but I’m good at that..have them coming back for more in no time.” 

“Mm,” Vance’s eyes glossed down to Erik’s crotch where his dick print was visible on his left thigh. Vance shook his head as his breath rushed out. Erik was a big boy. 

“You looking for something?” Erik spoke softly, the sensation of the weed sweeping deeper, “it’s right here,” Erik squeezed his dick, the cargo pants molding around the shape of it, “You want this dick?” Erik’s eyes looked at Vance’s big lips and he just knew those juicy lips would feel fucking fantastic sucking on him. 

“I do, I want that dick.” 

“Put that weed out and come get it, that’s why I’m here right? Get the fuck over here,” Erik takes off his denim jacket, widening his thighs, “That pretty ass mouth you got...I need my dick sucked now…do it slow too.” 

Vance’s hand gripped Erik’s dick through his pants. Erik made it jump against his hand. Vance let out a groan. 

“Come on, boy, my shit is thick right now.” 

Vance went to work on Erik’s pants, pulling them down and around his ankles. He couldn’t wait to satisfy the beautiful massive dick in front of his eyes. Slide that big dick in his hungry mouth and drain his balls. Speaking of balls...they are heavy and soft to the touch. Erik slouched, pulling his T-shirt up to reveal his taut abdomen, defined pectorals, and bulging biceps. His dick was standing up and the veins looked like a work of art on his chocolate pole. 

“From the way you’re looking at it I can tell you’ve been wondering just how big this dick is...right, nigga?”

“Yes…”

“Yeah...it’s here for you and your wife...where is wifey at anyway? Jodie!” Erik called for her.

“I’m here—Ooh,” Jodie sauntered over and placed Erik’s wine on the coffee table. She’s in her purple lace bra and panties set. Jodie dropped to her knees next to Vance. She stared at Erik’s dick in a trance. 

“Let me feel those soft ass lips, Vance,” Erik slapped Vance on the cheek, startling him, “Yeah, you taking too long, baby boy, all this fat dick in front of you. Show your wife how you suck some nut out of the dick.”

“Damn, Erik,” Jodie’s eyes are love-struck. 

Vance gripped Erik’s dick and pumped him nice and steady, making sure to squeeze a little just beneath the tip of his dick so he could watch his pre-cum spill from his slit. Spreading the pre-cum along the sides of Erik’s dick, Vance’s big lips engulfed half of Erik’s dick, bobbing his head while reaching down to gently squeeze his balls. Erik kept his gaze pointed downward, looking from his dick being sucked by Vance and Jodie watching with envious eyes. Jodie has to grab hold of something so she placed her hand over Vance’s erection, his visible erection pressed hard against his denim cut-offs. 

“Two big dicks just for me,” Jodie spoke with excitement. 

“Don’t worry, ma, you’ll have some of this dick in your mouth too, Fuckkkk...yeah, suck that shit...suck that fat dick...oooh, you really wanted this shit, hungry ass nigga...don’t get too greedy your wife need some of that too.”

“Yes I do,” Jodie has Vance’s jeans and briefs down with his dark chocolate dick in her hand, nice and warm. It’s more so long than girthy. She jerked him while watching Vance slurp up Erik. 

“Vance...baby...get that dick,” She whimpered. 

Erik will never get over how good Vance’s lips feel. He thrust his hips, forcing more girth and length into Vance’s greedy mouth. Damn, he can deep throat too. 

“Look at you deep throating this wood, boy. You miss big black dick in your mouth, yeah? Miss a nice pair of heavy balls too? I got a load waiting just for you...all you gotta do is be a good boy…”

Erik’s eyes went so low that his long lashes made them seem like they are closed. Jodie’s hand twisted Vance’s erection and each time Erik’s dick hit the back of Vance’s throat, his dick would jump in Jodie’s hand. She arched her back and brought her lips to Vance’s dick. Jodie wasted no time slurping along Vance’s dick. One look at Jodie’s ass in the air has Erik reaching down, his thick fingers clawing her lace panties and yanking them from her ass in pieces. That action made her lips tighten around Vance’s dick and Vance moaned. 

“How that dick taste Jodie?” Erik asked. 

“Delicious,” She said before slurping Vance up some more. 

“Got that phat ass in the air...I already know that pussy phat with the way it sits in your leggings at the gym…”

“Mmm,” Vance cast his eyes upwards watching as Erik’s toned abdomen is exposed, reaching up to run his hand along the deep ridges of the cut muscle, slurping along his dick. He worked more of Erik into his mouth until his nose touched his trimmed hairs, feeling his length curve down his throat as he took him all the way. 

Jodie was in the middle of gagging on Vance’s dick, her spit staining the carpet the more she tried to swallow him. She reached beneath her, hand finding her creamy pussy before spreading her folds to rub her clit in circles. Erik could hear Jodie’s pussy from his seat on the couch. He groans deep, mouth hanging open from the way Vance was sucking him. He tilts his head to watch Jodie while holding the back of Vance’s head to fuck his throat. 

“FUCK!” Erik let out the curse before gripping Vance’s throat, hips jerking from how purposefully tight Vance’s lips are as his mouth slipped off, “Let Jodie have some.” 

Jodie’s lips popped off of Vance’s dick. Erik gazed at Vance’s dark brown dick. All that dark chocolate. He’s long as fuck too. Ain’t nothing Erik can’t handle down his throat. Too bad tonight was his night to get all the work. Jodie moaned before gripping Erik’s spit covered dick. Her tongue flicked Erik’s dick before she locked eyes with him, batting her false lashes like she’s innocent with all that fat dick in her mouth. 

“Damn, girl, crazy with it,” Erik leaned forward to slap both of Jodie’s cheeks hard, “Got all this hard dick down your pretty little throat...got your Hubby taking off his clothes...you see your wife sucking my dick, Vance? She a dick hungry bitch.” 

Vance is completely naked now. He pumped his long dick while leaning over Erik’s lap to hope for Jodie’s lips to slip off so he could take over again. Jodie lets her throat get fucked, gagging only slightly before fighting it back down, eyes turned up to watch the pleasure on Erik’s face as she feels Erik’s dick stretching out her esophagus. Jodie moans around his length, reveling in the taste of Erik on her tongue.

“Jodie,” Vance calls to her while gently squeezing Erik’s balls, “put his dick in my mouth.”

“You want some more of his hard, thick dick? Here,” Jodie feeds Vance Erik’s dick, “Suck it baby…”

“Husband and wife working together...Jodie...let me see that pussy,” Erik showed her how wide his tongue is. 

Jodie climbed onto the couch, turning with her ass facing Erik before bending over on her knees. Her pussy lips are pushed between her thick thighs. Two slippery lips that he wanted to kiss. 

“Spread your cheeks so I can see all that pink pussy...mmmmm,” Erik hisses, “Pussy creamy as fuck,” Erik licks his fingers before resting them on Jodie’s protruding clit and labia. He loved how smooth and soft she is. It looked like chocolate and from the way she tasted on his fingers it was just as sweet too. 

“Come here,” Erik spoke firmly, slapping Jodie’s ass, “lay on your back and spread your thighs so I can finger fuck you.”

“Unh—“

“I wanna feel how tight this little pussy is.” 

Vance jerks Erik’s dick before slobbering on the tip of his dick, “It’s tight...she’ll grip you.” 

“That’s what I want, right Miss Jodie?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Jodie says with a lick of her lips. 

“There you go, baby boy, suck that fucking dick up, suck daddy’s dick up,” Erik demanded. He could feel his balls grow tight and he knew what that meant. He didn’t want to cum yet, not until he had his dick in Vance’s ass and Jodie’s pussy. 

“Erik,” Jodie called to him with a melodic voice. 

Erik watched her bring her knees to her chest, that pussy wide open and her slippery hole winking at him. Erik couldn’t hold back from rubbing Jodie’s clit back and forth before slapping it, causing her to whimper. Erik smoothed his fingers down her pussy before pushing two fingers inside, biting his lip at the way Jodie gasped. 

“Tight fucking puss,” Erik strokes with a curl of his fingers, “I’m digging baby?”

“Yess,” She cries.

“I hear that pussy,” Vance says with spit hanging from his mouth. 

“Come suck her clit,” Erik commanded. Vance and Erik got down on the floor between Jodie’s thighs. Vance spreads her pussy lips so wide that her labia stretched. Erik was astounded when he saw how much cream spilled from Jodie’s pussy. Vance’s tongue curved at the tip while he teased her big clit. 

“Clit big as fuck, Vance stop playing, suck that shit up. Clit nice and phat like that you better suck it.” 

When Vance’s lips wrapped around Jodie’s clit she moaned to the ceiling. Vance reached up to pull the cups of her bra down, her big, round breasts spilling over, creating a mouthful. Erik damn near drooled. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while his fingers played all in Jodie’s pussy. Vance was slurping loudly on her pussy and it had Erik slapping Vance’s firm ass. 

“Yeah, nigga,” Erik says, “Got the whole puss in your mouth, make this bitch cum...say, I’ma make this pretty pussy cum.” 

“I’ma make this pretty pussy cum,” Vance says before French kissing Jodie’s clit. 

“I’ma make it squirt,” Erik flicked his tongue on Jodie’s nipple before showing some attention to the other. Jodie gripped his dreads when he went back and forth with sucking her nipples. He had her thrusting her chest into his mouth. 

“Grip me like that again, go ahead, ima put my face in your pussy next,” Erik spoke roughly. 

“Eat my pussy up,” Jodie widened her legs, “There’s plenty...slurp me up daddy.” 

“Nasty bitch, I like you,” Erik was face to face with Vance, “Let me see how that clit fit in my mouth.” 

Vance chuckles before giving Erik some room to eat on Jodie. He helped him by keeping her pussy lips open. Erik was still working his fingers, practically stirring all in Jodie’s creamy cavern. Erik kisses Jodie’s clit, the pecks slowly turning into full blown French kisses that has him opening his mouth wide to wrap his lips around her. 

“Mhm,” Erik’s eyes rolled shut.

“Taste good, yeah?” Vance said while extending his neck to kiss Jodie’s lips, “That’s your pussy on my tongue.”

“Mmm, I taste lovely.” 

Erik spits on Jodie’s clit before working his tongue with so much gusto that Jodie and Vance watched with awe. 

“Ooooh, He’s stroking my pussy with those thick fingers...oooh, I’ma squirt…Vance, baby, he’s gonna make me squirt, baby,” Jodie grabbed for the back of the couch. She became spasmodic and Vance had to hold her down and kiss her lips to distract her so Erik can keep going. That bitch was leaking all in Erik’s mouth. He sucked her up again before tasting his fingers. Vance leaned over Jodie’s lap, getting some of Jodie’s pussy too. 

“Pussy is so goddamn good,” Erik gripped Jodie’s jaw, pressing his lips into hers, “I can’t wait to bust your shit wide open, let’s take this shit to the bed.”

Pulling his lips away, Vance stands with Erik, both of them picking Jodie up. She had her legs wrapped around Erik while Vance stood behind her cupping her titties. Erik bounced Jodie on him like he was fucking her standing. Vance kissed and sucked on her neck at the same time. All three of them took their fun to the bedroom. Jodie grabs some condoms from her dresser, begging to watch Erik fuck Vance first while she rode his face. Vance went to lay on the bed, his knees drawn to his chest. Erik was blessed with the sight of Vance’s tight asshole and heavy balls with his dick resting against his toned abdomen. Jodie climbed on top of Vance’s mouth, turning to give Erik the condom and lube. 

Erik spits on Vance’s asshole before sticking his finger inside. With his free hand, Erik jerks Vance’s long dick 

To keep him solid so he could have something beautiful and chocolate to look at while he banged his ass. Jodie was currently popping her pussy on Vance’s tongue, legs in a squat so her pussy could be nice and spread for him to suck up. It was a beautiful sight. Erik almost wanted to bust from that alone. Staring at Vance’s body now made him think about Adonis. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. Adonis. Nice big lips, sexy rock-hard body, aggressive and competitive, sexy smile, chocolate eyes all intense at one minute then gentle the next, the way he fights…

“Erik I love the way your finger feels in my ass.” 

Vance’s words broke him out of his trance.

“Yeah? Ain’t shit compared to this dick, boy,” Erik removes his finger, grabbing up the magnum to place on his dick. Rolling it over his glans all the way down to the root, Erik applies a little bit of lube for some extra slip. Bending his knees, Erik forced Vance’s thighs back before slapping the weight of his dick against his ass, sinking inside of his warm, tight ass. 

“Damn boy...damn...ass tight as fuck,” Erik started grinding his hips, “Feel all that thick dick pumping?” 

Jodie looked over her sweaty shoulder and saw Erik’s fat condom covered dick thrusting in and out of Vance’s ass. She felt chills all over her flesh and the sexy moans against her pussy and groans from Erik made her cream even more. Jodie can see Erik and Vance’s muscles ripple and flex with their movement. Jodie turned around so that she could 69 with Vance, grabbing his long dick up and going straight at it with a bob of her head. Vance clapped her cheeks before eating both of her holes. 

“Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about Jodie, eat that dick up,” Erik pushes her head down further, “There you go, deep throat that shit.”

Vance was working his hips to take all of Erik’s dick, Erik caught that, rolling his hips to meet Vance half-way so that his dick could be all up in his ass. 

“Got this nigga working his hips to get all this wood,” Erik bites his lip, “ass is creaming already too.” 

“Mmm, I wanna see,” Jodie jerks Vance’s dick while admiring her husband's creamy asshole grip Erik’s dick, “Vance...baby...he got you creamy, mmmm, Vance.

Vance moaned into Jodie’s pussy with each suck. 

“That’s it baby, make this pussy cum...oooh I feel you tugging on that clit, make me nut baby,” Jodie’s eyes almost crossed, Oh God...Oh God...fuuuuuuckkkkkkk babyyyyyyyyyyy—“

“Face hella sexy when you bust, girl,” Erik wrapped his arms around Vance’s thighs and started ramming his dick deep, big balls slapping against his ass. Vance’s core tightened and it seemed to shoot straight to his dick because now he’s cumming in Jodie’s hand. Jodie licked as much away as she could but he kept on erupting. It was Erik’s pounding deep in that ass that had him making a big mess. 

“Oh shit, Erik, fuck,” Vance stared between Jodie’s thighs at Erik, “Dick is all up my ass——“

“I’m taking this ass?” 

“Yes, daddy.”

Jodie could not stop looking at Erik’s hard dick fucking Vance so good. Erik leaned over Vance, his naked chest and those gold chains hanging over Vance’s body. His dreads hung low and he bit down on his lip, working his hips fast and skillful. Jodie needed that dick in her pussy. 

“Ima nut again,” Vance’s handsome face crumbled, “Fuck, Erik, ima bust—-“

“Yeah, nigga, I’ma make that dick cum while I beat this ass up good.” 

Jodie cupped her pussy and rubbed it up and down to the sight of Vance shooting out yet another thick load. Erik pulled out and rocked back on his heels, watching the way Vance’s ass quivered. There is a creamy puddle beneath his ass. Erik removes the condom, walking to Jodie’s dresser to grab another. Rolling it over his still hard erection, Erik walks up to Jodie picking her up and wrapping her legs around him. Erik sits back on the bed, Jodie over him with his hands cradling her ass.

“It’s time to get in you now...nothing but dick deep in your guts…”

Vance stood up from the bed and jerked his dick watching Jodie grab Erik’s dick herself, squatting over his dick before lowering her hips, that thick dick nothing but a flesh covered pole for her to fuck. Jodie was up on her feet, upper body bending over so she could bounce her hips. Her ass cheeks clapped with each bounce while she fed her pussy some dick. Vance went to lay next to Erik so that he could have a better look at his wife handling Erik’s dick. 

“You see that sexy little pussy taking all this dick?” Erik says to Vance before his eyes zeroed in on Vance’s erection, “Dick long as fuck...tear some ass up with this.” 

Erik started Jerking Vance’s dick.

“Get that dick, ma, nasty ass bitch...got my dick all in that pussy...I bet that ass looks real juicy bouncing…”

“This big ass dick.”

Jodie’s cream coated the condom.

“Good dick…” She moaned, “mmmmm, some good fucking dick...so thick...Unh, so good.”

“She’s loving that,” Vance says before grunting from Erik’s thumb stroking his tip, “I love that fat dick too.”

“I know you do, baby boy,” Erik gives Vance a sexy smirk. 

Erik liked the feel of Vance’s dick in his hand but he couldn’t stop wondering how Adonis’ would feel against his palm. Is it thick with a little bit of curve? Does it have length to it for Erik to deep throat? Is it soft to the touch yet textured from his thick veins? He couldn’t shake it. He let go of Vance’s dick and grabbed Jodie’s ankles, picking his hips off the bed and serving her more dick. He didn’t let up on his strokes, knocking the wind out of her chest and making her shout. Vance took over with jerking his dick while his eyes focused on Erik’s powerful hips. 

“KEEP FUCKING ME!” 

“Make her cum, Erik...Make that pussy cum,” Vance said.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Erik gritted his teeth, “cum on this dick, bitch...get you some of this dick...she about her business look at her,” Erik and Vance watched Jodie work her hips on his dick, “bounce that shit.”

“Hell yeah, I love watching that big dick pound her pussy,” Vance leans over to tongue Erik’s neck. Erik gripped his chin and flicked tongues with Vance. He broke away from him to moan out. His balls contracted rhythmically with his dick and that was a sign that he was ready to pump his fat load all over their faces. 

“Get down on your knees, both of y’all, hurry up, fuck, I gotta bust!”

Vance and Jodie are on their knees and Erik stands before them, snatching his condom off before fisting his dick. All of that cum squeezed out from his heavy sack all over Vance and Jodie’s face, mouth, and wiggling tongue. 

“Clean this dick up,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone. Both of their tongues battled for a taste. The feeling of two sets of lips on his dick made more cum dribble. Vance took over and sucked him, Erik pulling his dick from his mouth to give Jodie some. He allowed his dick to swing back and forth for them to catch and suck. 

“Y’all gon’ have me fucking again,” Erik shook his head, “Damn...y’all love this dick.”

Watching them attack his dick had Erik satisfied but there was still part of him that needed more. 

Adonis was going to be trouble...if only he would accept his attraction for Erik so he could really show him how badly he needs him. Erik wasn’t going to wait too long either. 

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Sorry for such the big delay for chapter 2! Since this took some time, I made this chapter longer. As I said before: please be nice, this is my first fanfic. I would LOOOVEEE feedback or even tips to better my writing. I made a little playlist for you guys can listen to while reading. Please enjoy!

○Part lll- crumb

●Recently played- crumb

○Big sis- SALES

●Ghost-Machine girl(I'll put an ◇  when to play this song)

꒰ Nails ꒱ؘ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Chapter 2:

「6:30pm」

Horns honking left and right, men in suits exiting the train. Women sitting on benches holding their phones with their shoulder–typing away on a laptop. High school girls walking around in groups, giggling and smiling at one another. Obviously they were having a good conversations. Tourists and visitors checking out pastry displays, hands on their chins- undecided on what to get.'Tokyo sure is busy, huh.'  Y/n said to herself.

Y/n was currently strolling throughout the streets, glancing every now and then at food restaurants— trying to see what she was in the mood for.  Tapping her phone screen once again, she checked the time. In a thin helvetica font, the numbers "3:25" were written along with the words "pm" right next to it in a smaller font size. Dropping her hands down, her arms drooping right along- a sigh left her lips. She's been walking around for 15 minutes and still couldn't find what she wanted to eat. She stopped by a bakery, checking out what they had to offer, didn't really liked what she saw and left. Then went to a classic sushi restaurant— that also served Ramen. Once again, she turned her head and walked out of door. From there, she just began going back and forth through restaurants— which leads her to right now. She went deeper into the city, wandering further away from the school's location. To be honest, the whole mission even slipped her mind- she had a new job now: finding where the fuck to eat. Being really the indecisive person she was, this whole thing took another hour. Yeah...a whole HOUR.

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At last, the woman was finally making her to an empty table carrying a black tray, filled with her meal order. Placing her order on the beautiful round tan wooden table, she pulls out the chair tucked under—sitting herself down. Y/n glanced down at her food and honestly, it looked good as hell. Kinda reminded her of how those anime food gifs looked like that you search up on Google. What was her food choice? Well, it was Ramen:

I know, I know- early she said she wasn't in the mood for Ramen but shut up! People can change and y/n's appetite craving sure did.

Picking up the pair of wooden chopsticks with her right, slowly watching as the steam from the noodles rised up only to disappear within the air—y/n began to eat her meal. Grasping the thin long lines of unleavened wheat dough between her chopsticks, she silently blew on before placing them into her mouth. Using her left hand, she grabbed the chirirenge—dipping it into the bowl, scooping up a spoonful of the well seasoned broth. Y/n brought her left to her lips and slowly drunk the liquid. She continued eating, placing the tender mushrooms into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Taking more sips of the broth with her chirirenge, her right hand going to her bowl again to grab a piece of sliced meat then taking another chomp. She was enjoying this a little more than she should but so what? She deserved it. Still,  time was going by pretty fast actually and she still yet to remember her mission.

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Three hours have now passed since "3:25pm". Y/n was now finishing up her glass of water, as a waitress came to pick up the empty bowl along with the tray. Grabbing her phone, she made her way out of the door. It was now 6pm. It was less crowded now, but since it wasn't dark yet, people were still around checking out the city. It was the beginning of summer after all.

Y/n was now walking down the streets of Tokyo, before she head back—she wanted to stop by the convenience store to get a few things. Taking a sharp turn to the left, then pushing through a sea full of people— she made it to her destination. The convenience store. At this moment, y/n was ready to take in on her indulges of just buying snacks like crazy. She barley had enough time to eat a proper meal because of her crazy schedule, so she always just ate a quick snack to pass her hunger over to complete her mission.

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Placing her hand on the door's handle, pushing it forward and stepped into the store. She stood there in awe for a few seconds until a small smirk appeared on her lips, she was now in her snack buying heaven. Automatically going towards the back of the store, she grabs herself a few drinks. Next, she went to an aisle and grabbed a few packets of candy. Moving onto the next aisle, where all the chips, cookies, instant Ramen,(etc) were at—y/n just stood there. She had such a wide variety to choose from but first she grabbed a couple of her favorite cup Ramen and her cookies as well. Now, what type of chips did she want? When it came down to these, y/n always liked to look at the flavors and see if there were any new ones. And if they were? Well she'll try them. Shrugging her shoulder, she went up and grabbed a few of the ones she always ate then a few of the new flavors. It was now time to check out, she had enough snacks to last her a decent month or two. Carrying all of her items to the front counter, she casually dropped them as the cashier began scanning. Y/n stood there looking at the small monitor, watching as the numbers went up after every beep—she hoped that she'll be able to pay for everything.

The cashier placed all of her food items into white plastic bags and placed them on the counter.

"Your total is ¥2664.19." The worker said. ($25.19 in USD)

Immediately, she goes into her pocket and pulls out the cash needed to pay. She hands it to the cashier and grabs the white bags resting on the countertop. A 'Thank you' leaving the person's lips as y/n nodded her head and walked out the store. Now it was time to head back! Today was a victory. She got to wander around Tokyo, Eat a decent meal, and not to mention got snacks. Y/n smiled to herself and pulled out her phone. Since she had snacks, she was gonna shoot Megumi a message to see if he was willing to eat some with her. Maybe they could find a good sho–wait a minute. At this moment, she froze. Megumi? Letting out a gasp with a surprised expression, she came to realization.

"OH SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT THE MISSION."

In less than a second, y/n was on her feet, dashing down the street. she was pretty fast, considering she was a Sorcerer and running was a common thing.

Unlocking her phone with her thumb, she went to her contacts and immediately called her partner.

"please, please, please... pick up." She said to herself. Even though she knew he was a Sorcerer and could handle himself, her gut told her something wasn't right and this threw her into a panic.

"The phone number you are trying to re-"

It was no use, he wasn't picking up. How would she know where he was?  He could be anywhere—they spilt up to look for the finger, to see if it was in a different location. So many thoughts were running through her head, she didn't even know where she was heading to. The only thing she could think of was her friend's safety.

She finally came down to a decision to first check the school. If he wasn't there, she wasn't sure what she'll do but she'll leave things up to future her. Making a sharp turn to the right, she went into an alley way. Jumping on top of trash can, y/n used this as little boost to pull herself up to a building's rooftop. Since she spent so much time doodling off, it was now dark. Which was a good thing—so people wouldn't see her leaping from building to building. It would be weird as hell if they did.

Going through hellish missions of fighting curses did pay off. She had agility and was able to pass over buildings with ease, swiftly taking a right turn—next a left as she went further down. Pushing her foot upwards off of the concrete roof, she leaped into the air, grabbing onto a branch from a tree. She then released her grip and landed on the sidewalk, proceeding to sprint towards the school.

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At last, she was at the school's gates. Instinctively, her eyes began examining the area. Checking the ground, she saw a few broken shards of glass, this must have meant something happened. Y/n looked up and her heart almost dropped into her stomach. There were multiple broken windows and she felt lingering curse energy oozing out from the school. Without wasting anymore time, the woman ran into the school. Busting through the doors, she swiftly headed to the staircase and started ascending the steps with speed.

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Seeing that there were nobody on each floor, her last step was the school's roof.

Making it to the last set of stairs, y/n prepared herself—she took into caution of a cursed being present. Gathering and focusing on her curse energy, she was ready to take on the curse at any moment. Steadily, she made her way up steps and pulled the roof's door open. To her surprise, it was nothing was she intended it to be.

On his knees, completely worn-out, covered in injuries head to toe, uniform in a mess, and the obvious bleeding from his head. She knew it, Megumi was hurt.

Immediately, dropping her plastic bags, she rushed over to him- completely ignoring her sensei. Lowering herself down to his level, and before she could speak- her friend did.

"I'm fine, no need to worry." He said with his eyes closed, looking away from her direction. He wasn't fine, he was holding his torso—blood was dripping down from his hand. Y/n blamed herself deeply, it was her fault that he was in such a state. Grabing his right arm, she slung it over her neck as it rested on her shoulder. She then slider her left arm around his waist to help him back on his feet. Megumi wanted to protest but he knew thay she wasn't planning on letting him go. Now they were both on their feet, she finally looked up and noticed a tall man with a stupid blindfold—Gojo Satoru, their teacher. She didn't only notice him but a shirtless boy hanging over his shoulder? He had pink hair with a black undercut, she swear she saw him before but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Aww! Y/n you missed it!" Gojo said with a pouty voice in attempt to sound like an innocent school girl.

"Miss what?" She responded.

"Nothing." Megumi spat out in an annoyed tone.

Gojo was opening his mouth to speak again but y/n cut off him.

"Who's that?" Y/n was looking at the boy who was knocked tf out on Gojo's shoulder. Her sensei only hummed in response, this irritated her because he didn't answer her question. Megumi noticed this and sighed,

"I'll explain later."

Y/n glared at her injured partner, not liking that the two were being secretive but megumi did say he'll tell her soon, that was enough. Both of them started walking towards the roof's door. Bending her knees down slightly, she leaned to the side and used her free to pick up her snacks. With this, she completely lets go of megumi as he fell onto the ground with a harsh slap. Before megumi could literally curse her out for dropping him after she offered to help him, she quickly picked him up bridal style. Fushiguro was silent. it wasn't that he accepted what she was doing but more like in shock and didn't have words.

Satoru just stood by with a dumbfounded look on his face and only was able to say "O-"

Y/n didn't really care, it was bothersome to carry him on her shoulder all the way down some stairs. As she said before, she's a Sorcerer.

Megumi looked up at her with an angry expression, it seemed like he was gonna pop a vain. She only smiled in response and simply said, "Hold on." And with that, she jumped off the school's roof, heading back to the dorms.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Baby Girl

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, clumsy late Seb.      

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is thought as part of my LLL universe but as always it can also be read as a stand-alone. This takes place summer 2013

Betaed by: @blacktithe7​ thank you, hun!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Your leg was twitching as you sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office. You had flown back to New York from Atlanta a few days ago to make sure you didn’t miss your appointment. Sebastian had to stay behind because his shooting schedule had changed last minute. Neither of you had been too happy about it but Sebastian had promised you he’d still make it to your appointment. As you sat in the waiting room staring at the clock ticking on the wall across from your seat, you started to fear that this was going to be the first time he would break a promise to you. 

You blinked hard to drive away the tears. You weren’t mad at him. You had no reason to be. You knew he had jumped the plane this morning after just a few hours of sleep. You knew he was on his way here, but he couldn’t control flight delays or New York traffic. The fact that he hadn’t met you out front of the office as he promised or that he wasn’t in the waiting room holding your hand wasn’t Sebastian’s own choice. He wanted to be here as much as you wanted him to be. 

He had practically spent the past week talking about nothing other anything than the fact that you would learn if you were having a boy or girl today. Your tears were as much for him as they were for yourself. You were starting to consider having the sex reveal postponed if he wasn’t in the room with you, but that thought filled you with doubt as well. Sebastian was so excited to find out, and even if you couldn’t be there, you feared he would be disappointed if you didn’t find out today. The only problem was that you really wanted that step to be something you shared with the father of the child growing inside you. You wanted to see his face when the doctor told you what you were having. You wanted him to hold you and share your excitement. 

You were gonna wait, you decided just as a loud boom sounded as the front door flew open and into the wall. Sebastian ran in without looking where he was going and instantly collided with the woman who had left the doctor’s office a few seconds ago and was now headed for the front door. 

You jumped from your seat as fast as your pregnant body allowed you too. The secretary shot out of her chair and was heading around her desk, but Sebastian averted disaster all on his own. He quickly reached out, grabbing the woman by the arms, keeping her steady and preventing her from falling over. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry.” Sebastian’s full attention was on the woman in front of him. You watched as her face when from shock to confusion before a small smile started to form on her face. You breathe a sigh of relief along with the secretary, and both of you seemed to agree to stay put, letting Sebastian handle the situation on his own. 

“Are you okay? I’m really sorry,” Sebastian rambled, looking the woman up and down, checking for obvious injuries. When he found none he looked back into her eyes, smiling when he realized she was laughing now. 

“I’m just fine. I wish my husband was as excited for my appointments as you are, but careful with the door next time,” she teased, making Sebastian blush a little and chuckle as he held it open for her. 

“I promise I will be. I’m sorry,” he apologized again and the woman gave him a small dismissive wave and a smile as she headed out the door. 

“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”

As soon as the woman disappeared out into the street Sebastian turned around, scanning the room and a huge smile spread across his face the second his eyes landed on you.

“Hi.” Sebastian was in front of you in three long strides, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your cheek. You giggled as you looked up into his worried eyes. 

“I’m not too late am I? I’m so sorry the traffic was insane. I ended up jumping out of the cap and running the last few blocks,” Sebastian explained before you hushed him, gently tugging his hair.

“You’re fine. I’m still waiting to be called in,” you smiled softly, trying to calm him, and Sebastian drew a sigh of relief, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I’m really sorry honey. You must have…” he started before you pushed him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You hugged yourself as tightly against him as you bump allowed and smiled when you felt him return your embrace willingly. 

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters. You can’t control New York traffic baby. It’s okay,” you whispered, resting your head against his chest, calming yourself to the sound of his steady heartbeat. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Dr. McKnight poked her head out of the office with a smile on her face when she saw the two of you. 

“So good to see you both again,” she welcomed as Sebastian took your hand and lead you into her consultation room. “How have you been? Has the morning sickness worn off?” she asked as she motioned for the two of you to sit. 

She took her time listening to you speak of your pregnancy so far, offering you advice and sympathy, smiling warmly. Sebastian rubbed your back tenderly as he listened more than he spoke. He was sitting a little uneasy in his chair and you gave his hand a small squeeze. You couldn’t help but laugh at the excited smile on his face and how he almost jumped from his chair as Dr. McKnight told you it was time for the scan. 

“Well Daddy seems excited,” the doctor playfully teased Sebastian. He had been at every appointment, and he made very little effort to hide the fact that the scans were his favorite part, even if he attentively listened and asked questions throughout.  

“We’ll be able to learn if we are having a boy or girl today right?” Sebastian addressed the Doctor as he helped you up on the table.

“Most likely. If the baby behaves.” Dr. McKnight smiled as Sebastian took his place next to you, holding on to your hand as the gel was applied to your belly. 

“Well. It’s Sebastian’s kid,” you teased your boyfriend, “so there’s a pretty good chance they won’t.”

“Hey.” Sebastian pinched your thigh playfully, causing you to jump and laugh along with the doctor. 

“Well. Either way, they are gonna be very lucky to have such loving parents.” Dr. McKnight grinned before playfully scolding Sebastian. “But Daddy is gonna have to stop pinching Mommy if this is gonna work.”

“Sorry,” Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before his eyes were glued to the monitor once again. 

“There’s the heartbeat.” Dr. McKnight pointed to the screen, and a huge smile grew on both you and Sebastian’s faces. He squeezed your hand tenderly, never taking his eyes off the monitor as the doctor moved the wand around your belly. “Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, and toes,” she listed. “She looks like a healthy baby.”

“She?” Sebastian instantly picked up on the pronoun while you were still just happy to learn the baby was healthy. “We’re having a baby girl?” 

“Looks like,” the doctor laughed. “I’ll give you two a minute. You want pictures and a video again? You can get up whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Yes please,” you answered, when Sebastian stayed quiet, clearly struggling to keep his emotions in check as he stared at the screen. 

“Are you okay?” you smiled, reaching up to caress his cheek and Sebastian’s tear-filled eyes found yours. 

“We’re having a girl,” he choked out, making you laugh and nod. 

“We are.” You felt a rush of excitement come over you as you acknowledged that. It suddenly felt really real, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that before Sebastian’s lips were on yours in a searing kiss that made your world spin. You were happy you were still lying down as he pulled back a little and looked deeply into your eyes. If the kiss hadn’t knocked you on your ass, the tender adoring look in his eyes would have. 

“I love you. I love you both. My girls,” Sebastian whispered fondly, causing your heart to skip a beat as he kissed you again. This time it was a kiss filled with love, promise, and hope for a future together as a family and the parents of a little girl. 

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"You alive?" Arthur heard Lenny say with a faint echo. His eyes fluttered open as he hadn't yet taken in the surroundings around him. "Arthur..."

Arthur groaned, "Shut up. I wanna die," He sat up, rubbing his throbbing head and looking at his boots, taking note of the caked-on mud. His eyes darted around, realizing that his nightmare had come true - waking up in a jail cell. He sighed, "What did we do?" He asked Lenny.

"I don't know!" Lenny said from the other cell.

"Where's she?" He hesitated to ask.

"I-I don't know!"

Arthur sighed as he massaged his temples with his hand, "Shit!" He cursed.

"You pair of degenerates," The jailer said, followed by a familiar feminine face. "Is this him?" He asked her.

"Sure is!" Minnie replied, getting Arthur's attention. "Just where I assumed to find you! When I heard you were runnin' around with some woman last night!" She lied. "And to think you were a dear husband!"

Arthur's heart fluttered as he looked at her, noticing that she had changed clothes, now wearing a navy-blue skirt and cream blouse, accompanied by a hat. He briefly scanned her up and down, his jaw almost dropped at hearing her addressing him as her husband, knowing she was doing this to get him and Lenny out of jail.

"I-I'm sorry, darlin'!" Arthur pleaded, playing along.

"Sure ya are! I'll go ahead and take him home, Mister," Minnie said as she turned to look at the jailer. She nodded her head towards Lenny, "Him, too. He's his buddy he runs around with." The jailer nodded as he took the keys from his pocket after she had handed him twenty dollars.

"Ya sure you don't wanna stay here? Because by the time I'm done with ya, sleepin' in the doghouse won't be an option!" Minnie continued to playfully scold him.

"I-I-"

"That's what I thought. Now come on, you got some work to do - the pair of you!" She continued, pointing her finger at them as they made their way out of the cells, looking like a pair of dogs with their tails tucked between their legs. "Thank you, sir." She smiled.

"No, thank you," He replied, eyeing her one last time as she made her way out of the jail.

"You two regrettin' it now?" She asked, sweeping away her act.

"I do now," Arthur sighed, checking on Lenny as he had regurgitated. "Where did you go last night?" He asked.

"Well, after you two got arrested, I made my way to the hotel and slept in a nice bed after takin' a nice hot bath," She smiled as she crossed her arms. "Don't worry, those lawmen weren't goin' to do shit. They take in drunken bastards and hold 'em overnight to sleep off their sins." She explained.

Arthur scoffed, "So you just left us?"

"Yeah, what else was I supposed to do? Shoot up the whole town? I don't think so. I got ya out, didn't I?"

"I guess you're right."

"I'm always right, Mister Morgan," She smirked. "You two need a bath and a change of clothes before we go back to camp. I'm surprised Dutch hasn't come lookin' for us!"

"He'll send someone for sure." Lenny sighed.

"Well, I suggest we hurry up and get back before that happens. He already doesn't trust me, so I'm sure he'll put the blame on me when we get back."

"Nah, I won't let him." Arthur said.

Lenny waved his hand as he leaned up against the hitching post, "I'm gonna make my way back to camp and sleep this off..." He groaned.

"You don't wanna go to the hotel and wash up?" Minnie asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine." He replied, shaking his head.

"Okay, then," Minnie said before turning her attention to Arthur, "Shall we?" She asked.

"Sure, I could use a bath." He chuckled.

"I'm glad you said somethin' before I did!" She teased, playfully slapping his arm. "I'll wait for you while you take care of things, then we can go back to camp?"

"You're awful eager to get back to camp," Arthur smirked. "Need I remind you that you have to be tied back up to that tree?"

Minnie sighed, "I'm well aware, Mister Morgan. I guess I'm just a prisoner to you, ain't I?"

"Not to me, but to Dutch, you are... That is until you earn his trust, which is very hard to do..." He sighed.

"I'm sure you won't believe it, but I'm very trustworthy," She stated. "I think he's got trust issues because he knows how my past was - workin' for the Pinkertons and what not."

"I know. Just understand that we can't afford to be losin' no more folk, nor do we need to be movin' around again. I kinda like where we're stayin' now,"

"I do too. Haven't seen much of it, but by what I've seen bein' tied up to that tree, it's beautiful." She chuckled.

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"Nice to see you two returning back!" Hosea greeted as the pair slowed their horses at the hitching post. "I was afraid Miss Barlow had robbed ya and run off!" He teased.

"Not yet." Arthur poked, looking over at her as she shook her head.

"I don't plan on it," She replied, loosening the cinch on Trace's saddle. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked, referring to chores.

Arthur shook his head, "Nah, I have to do what I need to do..." He sighed, tilting his head towards the tree she had once been tied to.

"Okay..." She sighed, doing as she was told and walking in front of Arthur as Hosea had paired up with him.

"I'm lettin' her go after I talk to Dutch." Hosea whispered.

"'Bout time," Arthur sighed. "I'll catch up with you after I finish here - tell you about last night." He grumbled.

"Okay, Arthur. I'll be at Dutch's tent." Hosea replied as he parted ways.

"Your wrists still hurtin'?" Arthur asked her in a low tone as they approached the tree.

"No more than they have already." She sighed, slowly sitting down, pressing her back to the tree and putting her arms behind her, opening her wrists to him.

"Good. I reckon Hosea is gonna talk to Dutch about lettin' you loose after tonight." Arthur explained, pulling out a rope to bind her wrists together. This time, rather loosely, cautious of her raw skin.

"Like... Loose from the camp? Or just keepin' me untethered?" She asked.

"Probably disposing of ya..." Arthur said, chuckling as her head turned quickly towards him, her eyes widened. "I'm just kiddin'... Yeah, lettin' you go so you don't have to be tied to this damn tree!"

He watched her chest rise and fall in relief, "Thank God, even though I was wishin' to be killed not too long ago."

"I know, but you'll be okay." He assured her as he finished his task before meeting Hosea at Dutch's tent, walking in on the two men talking on the brink of an argument.

"Tell me why it's a good idea to let a killer like that loose in my camp?" Dutch questioned.

"She ain't gonna hurt nobody, Dutch." Hosea argued.

"How do you know that? Huh? I remember you readin' us the papers on her. She has a history of leadin' people on, makin' 'em think different about her before she makes her move. I ain't puttin' up with it. She will sit right there at that tree until she gives me her whole life story for all I care. If not, we'll turn her in!" Dutch demanded.

"If she's really that dangerous, why did she save my life?" Arthur intervened.

"Excuse me?"

"Back on that train in the mountains, she saved my life and disappeared. I know it was her because I helped her out when we got the train to stop. Some man jumped her and I shot him," Arthur explained. "And, if it wasn't for her, me and Lenny still would've been in jail!"

"Jail? When?" Dutch and Hosea both said in sync.

Arthur hid a smirk, "Last night. We got a little too drunk and got caught. Woke up like a pair of jailbirds. Minnie came in and got us out with no bounty. She may be what you've read in the books, but that's not who she is when she's here."

"He's right, Dutch," Hosea said. "The first thing the girl asked me when they got back this morning was what she could do to help around camp. I don't think I've ever heard that from any woman here. Besides, she's far more than just another mouth to feed. I don't doubt that she will work, rob, hunt, whatever, but you gotta give her the chance." He coaxed.

"You gave that O'Driscoll the chance..." Arthur muttered.

Dutch sighed, "Fine, but one wrong move from her, and she's either dead or turned in. I'll give her a few days to start puttin' some work in."

"Where will she be staying so I can have Miss Grimshaw start making room?"

Dutch's eyes wandered his surroundings before replying, "Put her close to Arthur. Seems like he doesn't mind to keep an eye on her."

Hosea looked at Arthur, chuckling at how he had been blushing, "I think that's a great idea."

'Dammit, Hosea!' Arthur muttered to himself. It was true that he didn't mind at all, but he hated when Hosea would try to play matchmaker, knowing that quite possibly, this game would turn out well.

"Good. I'll go tell her and give her the rules while you tell Miss Grimshaw about her stay," Dutch said as he walked out of his tent, his spurs jingling as he walked towards Minnie.

"Miss Barlow, good to see you," Dutch said to her as he pulled up a chair. "I have made my decision."

"And what might that be?"

"Well, with some coaxing from your dear friends over there, I have decided to let you prove yourself to me in this camp. Everyone knows about how dangerous you are, or were, but you are not here to be another mouth to feed, understand? Everyone does their share. You can start by doing chores around the camp with the women-"

"What if I want to go out and hunt or rob a coach?" She questioned as doing dishes and washing other men's clothes was not her favorite past time.

"Then do so, but no ruckus around camp and make sure you're not followed. If you know you're leaving camp, have someone go with you. You will be staying close to Arthur's tent since he likes to be the babysitter."

"Okay."

"But I'm warnin' you: mess with my gang, you will wish you died at the hands of an O'Driscoll." Dutch warned.

'I just love it when men try to be dominant with me, thinkin' that it works!' She thought to herself. "I understand."

"Good. Once Miss Grimshaw gets everything ready, Arthur will be back to cut you free."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Van der Linde." She nodded.

"Call me Dutch." He replied as he was now walking away.

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Minnie watched as Miss Grimshaw pulled Arthur aside briefly as he was on his way to her. She couldn't hear what was being said, but by how she read Miss Grimshaw's lips, it looked like she had informed him that her cot was ready. "Alright, ready for your first job?" He asked her as he crouched down, unsheathing his knife as he quickly cut the ropes from her wrists.

"Sure, why not?" She replied, looking up at him before he pulled her up by her hand, which in her mind, was the sweetest gesture a man could do. "Where we goin'?"

"Business. I don't much like doin' it, so I'll have you help me. You might have to get your hands dirty." He chuckled.

She scoffed, "I am more than fine gettin' my hands dirty, Mister Morgan."

"We'll see about that." He nodded his head, nudging her to follow him to the horses.

She smiled as Trace turned his head towards her, his nostrils flaring as he greeted her with a soft whinny as his ears were pricked forward. "Hey, Bubs," She giggled, patting him on his neck before taking out a small bag of peppermints from her saddlebag, feeding two to him before looking to Arthur, her expression looking as if she were six years old again, her child-like expression wiping away the woman he knew her as. His eyes softened for her, holding back a gentle smirk as she was the cutest thing in the world to him, but he couldn't let her know that. For once, he had faith in Hosea's little 'matchmaker' game as he couldn't deny the chemistry the pair already had. "Can I give your horse some?" She asked.

"Sure," Arthur nodded, stepping a step backward as she squeezed by him, his mare giving her the same gesture as Trace did.

"She's so beautiful. What breed is she?"

"She's a Dutch Warmblood. Bought her not too long ago, actually. Had a little stud for a little while, but I sold him and bought her because he was too small for what I was needing him for," Arthur replied. "Her name is Dahlia." He blushed.

"That's a good name for her. She's huge compared to Trace!" She replied as she gave the mare a couple of peppermints as well. Soon enough, Trace had nudged closer to Minnie, wanting more treats as he seemed to not like Minnie giving another horse more attention. She giggled as she was almost sandwiched between the two horses, taking turns in giving them peppermints. Arthur did not like the sight as he saw it as the potential for her getting hurt - standing in between two horses like that, especially when they weren't too close to each other, but the thought soon left his mind as he had confidence that he knew horses quite well, looking at their body language, eyes, and ears before making any false judgment.

"Thank ya," He smirked. "You ready now, horse whisperer?" He teased.

She pouted playfully, "Don't be mad that your horse likes me!"

He finally released a smile, a smile that he was so scared to show as he always saw himself with low self-esteem, but what he didn't know that he showed a smile that she instantly fell in love with, "I'm not mad, we just need to go!" He chuckled, shaking his head, noting how she had been looking at him as he spoke the entire time.

She nodded softly, "Okay."

"Be back in a while!" He announced to Hosea as he had appeared almost out of nowhere. After a second glance, Arthur had realized that he had stepped into the quieter region of camp to enjoy his coffee.

"Where're you off to?" Hosea asked, looking up at the pair as they had now mounted their horses.

"Doin' a collection for Strauss. Seems like I'm the only one good enough at demandin' money." Arthur sighed.

"Ah, the devil's work," Hosea shook his head. "So you're takin' a lady to do work like that?" He rose his brows, followed by a soft smirk as he was suspicious that his plan to match them worked faster than expected.

"Figured she'd want to get out of camp for a while..." Arthur replied.

"Sure," Hosea nodded. "Be careful out there and don't let her show you up!" He teased, winning a chuckle from the pair.

"I'll try not to this time." She winked, adjusting herself in the saddle, thankful that she was still wearing her pants instead of changing into her new skirt.

"Alright, show off, let's go." Arthur scoffed.

"Why you so hateful today, huh?" She chuckled, nudging Trace to trot up to the side of Dahlia.

"I'm not, just hatin' how I have to go and do someone else's dirty work." He replied.

"Like what?"

"Old Strauss, I guess who you would call our bookkeeper, lends out money to people he knows won't pay it back. He gives them a deadline and if they don't pay it by then, then he sends me to almost beat it out of 'em." He explained, ashamed that it had to be that way.

"You can't just ask 'em nicely?" She asked.

"What do you know about 'nicely'?" He questioned. "By what I've read, you are one of the most notorious outlaws of the past decade. Killin' and robbin' as you did. Shit, we'd all like to do some of the shit you've done." He admitted.

She scoffed, "I know quite a bit about 'nicely,' Mister Morgan. Lest you forget: I robbed the people who robbed me: the government. Those slimy bastards'll steal a coin from your dead eye if they got the chance!" She argued. "I started workin' for the government, thinkin' it was honest work, but fuck, it's just a joke! They get you to do their dirty work when all they do is sit in an air-conditioned office jerkin' off to the next workin' girl they can't get their hands on!" She exaggerated as he chuckled at her foul language. "My former supervisor plotted to have me killed because I knew too much about the government's dark side, afraid I would spill the beans to someone else. You'd think the government would be more planned out when conspiring something like that, but old Trace here is smarter than that!"

"Bad business." She heard Arthur grit.

"So, what are we doin' anyway?" She asked.

"Like I told ya before: business!"

"Alright, then, what ever you say."

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The pair rode southwest of Valentine to a small homestead. Arthur had informed her that they had three payments to collect, which was going to be a full day's work. She gulped as they finally arrived to the small stead. She looked the place over, feeling comfortable as she didn't sense one bit of urgency at that location.

"Thomas Downes!" Arthur shouted.

"Y-You're collectin' from Mister Downes?" Minnie intervened, stopping Trace next to Dahlia. "I didn't think he'd owe any money... He was good friends with my father..."

"Gotta do what I gotta do." Arthur replied, taking his foot out of the stirrup to dismount.

"Mister Morgan... I'll pay whatever he owes. He's been real sick!" She whispered harshly as she too dismounted her horse, rushing to step in front of Arthur, their torsos bumping briefly, sending a slight shock throughout the pair, hitching his breath.

"Minnie, I-I don't care." Arthur replied. She frowned as she looked into his eyes. What she used to recognize as bright blue orbs were now dark and determined. Empathetically, she could see through to his soul or his emotions, recognizing that he had changed his demeanor when he had a task at hand.

Boldly, she pressed her palms against his chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. She felt his heartbeat quicken as he inhaled a sharp breath, forcing himself to look away from her, attempting to hide his embarrassment behind the brim of his hat. "Yes, you do care. I'm not stupid. You are not forcing money from him, you understand? I'll give you the money he owes, now we leave him alone. He's hurting enough as it is." She begged.

He sighed, covering the back of her hands with his own, pulling them from his chest, "I can't do that, Miss Barlow."

"You can and you will." She replied sternly.

"Goddammit, if you try to stop me again, I will send you back to camp." He groaned.

"Make me," She argued, daring to look him in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you."

"That's your first mistake," He replied. "Your second mistake is not getting out of my way."

"What're you gonna do, huh? Make me sit in time-out?" She protested. She was in no mood to argue, nor play.

He looked away briefly towards Dahlia before looking back at her, "Actually, yeah." He hissed as he roughly pulled her against him, bringing her arms around her back, holding her wrists tightly in one hand as he gripped her arm with the other, making her walk with him as he took the rope from Dahlia's saddle before taking her to a nearby tree across the dirt road, out of sight. He was too late to scold himself, hating how he was treating her this way, but he knew what his orders were, nor did he know who the true Minnie Barlow was and he didn't mind handling her rough when she needed it.

He forced her to press her back against the tree, tying her wrists together almost too tightly, but she didn't let him know that. "Is this how you like to treat your women? Tyin' them up?" She groaned.

"By the way I figure it, you asked for it, darlin'," He teased. "I'll be back. Interfere on one of my jobs again and I'll make sure you stay tied up in camp." He threatened her before returning to his task. He cursed under his breath as he had realized that he did, in fact, change his whole demeanor within a few minutes. He wished he would've been shot for treating her the way he did. She had been right, providing him the proof that he did care, but in his mind, he had no time for caring when he was given a mission to do. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he continued to think back of his stupid act of manhandling her like she was an object. All he wanted to do was nurture her, wondering what had happened to the Arthur that kept a caring and soft eye on her in camp to an Arthur that wouldn't let her talk to him when it came to looking out for him. 'Hosea ain't gonna give me the time of day on this one...' He grumbled.

"Thomas Downes!" He yelled, approaching the homestead, scanning the area for any sign of life. He growled in frustration as he saw the man he had been looking for tending to his garden, or what was left of it.

"What ever do you want?" The man replied with a harsh cough, his grip tightening on his pitchfork.

"Mister Thomas Downes, you owe me money." Arthur grumbled.

"Oh, no-no, I'm...I'm..." Thomas shakily replied.

"Come here, you maggot," Arthur growled, making entry into his garden. He blocked a weak attempt from Thomas as he tried to hit Arthur with his pitchfork, only to be knocked in the jaw as Arthur had pushed him into the fence, holding him by his collar. "Really? Threaten me, did you?"

"Please, I have a family, sir... Please!" Thomas begged.

"I don't care about your family!" He replied, pulling him closer. "You borrowed money from my business partner Herr Strauss. You owe him. You took the money. He wants it back. What's not to understand?" Arthur reminded.

Thomas' breathing shook as he released a harsh cough, a faint bloodstain appearing on Arthur's chin. He hissed as he wiped what he could from his skin, keeping a firm grip on Thomas's shirt. "Where's our money?!"

"I don't have it!" Thomas cried.

"Sell your place."

"We already owe more than it's worth..." Thomas explained.

"Then sell your wife, or your family, or somethin'! We ain't your idea of charity! Is that clear?" He grumbled, releasing the fragile man's frame as he collapsed to the ground, realizing that he had just wasted his time.

"Thomas!" He heard a woman say as she had come closer.

"What you looking at?" He gruffed as he stomped from the garden.

"Thomas!" She repeated.

"I said what you lookin' at, woman?" He sternly said, keeping his head low as he knew he would rather get spat on by Thomas Downes than deal with the wrath of Minnie Barlow.

"My husband isn't well!" She argued. "If we could just have more-"

"Like I said, we ain't nobody's idea of charity get us the money!" He reminded before making his way to receive his punishment as he knew it was coming. 'Why does this woman already have me whipped like a damn workhorse?' He thought to himself as he refused to look at her.

"You cooled off now?" He dared to ask her.

"Me?! I'm not the one beatin' sick people!" She argued.

He sighed, before crouching down, pulling free the knot he had tied, ready to receive a slap to the face from her. He braced himself for it, but never felt it as it never happened. She slowly got up, refusing the open hand he had for her to help, but he understood why she didn't accept his offer. She sighed as she looked at the blood on his face, daring to wipe it away from the corner of his mouth, "You got it, didn't you?" She said lowly.

"Got what?"

"You didn't hear a damn word I said before you went marchin' in there, huh?" She argued. "I sat and told you that he was sick, but I guess that went through one ear and out the other!"

"Sick? So? Everybody gets sick."

"Not everybody gets Tuberculosis, Arthur!" She replied, crossing her arms. "That's what he has! That's what my mother died from! You may have it too all because you wouldn't listen and take my money for him!" She cried, bowing her head.

He sighed as he knew she had been right, "Why do you care?" Was his selfish question, craving the feeling of being cared for and wanted, which what he felt like he hadn't been giving her.

"Why do I care? It's not just about you, Arthur. Thomas has been sick for a long time. Now you probably shortened the stick for him. You thought I was a horrible killer? At least I don't kill people like that! Like I said, I rob and kill the people who robbed me, not innocent people that work for a living trying to pay back thirty goddamn dollars to that selfish creep who pries in his books all day!" She argued.

'This woman is gonna be the death of me...' He thought as he hung his head, ashamed of himself. "You're right, Minnie..." He frowned.

"You don't have permission to call me by my first name, Mister Morgan." She reminded him, which was a bigger punishment than getting a terminal illness. Taking away that one piece of personal connection hurt more than the many times he had accidentally stabbed himself in Five Finger Fillet.

"I'm sorry..." He sighed.

She shook her head, "I need time to think. You go on and do your thing. I'm not goin' with you." She said as she walked towards Trace, patting his muzzle as he nickered at her as she approached him.

"A-Are you goin' back to camp?" He dared to ask.

"Ain't none of your business where I'm goin'," She replied, raising her brows. "You didn't care enough about me to listen, so why should you care where I'm goin', huh? Why do you care?" She mocked him. "You didn't care to manhandle me and tie me up all because I ruined your plans, what goes to stop you from robbin' me in my sleep or worse?"

"I'd never do something like that." He replied.

"How do I know that?"

"Because you have to trust me." He said, hopeful, not wanting to take a chance in ruining anything.

"I did trust you," She stated, turning around in the saddle to look back at him, "I'll see you back at camp."

He frowned, bowing his head, the gut-wrenching feeling of embarrassment and shame swarming through him. "There goes my shot... You goddamn fool!" He cursed to himself, mounting Dahlia. He looked ahead, still being able to see Minnie far ahead of him, loping Trace at a comfortable pace, taking the right turn leading back to camp.

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Stuck With Me - Part 5

Catch Up Here

Sam x Reader

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A/N: Hey pals! Here's Part 5. I really appreciate the love so far. As always thanks to wife @impala-dreamer for the read through. Hope you like this part. We're like half way through! Yikes.

Side note in my brain space this part takes part like 4 months or so after the end of Part 4 so apparently breakfast went well.

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“I’m sorry Sam. That’s all I know.”

Cas had been digging ever since the boys had told him about the dreams. All he knew for sure was that they were fated to be together. No reasons so far. It was making everyone a little twitchy.

At this point though, there was no going back. Even if there was a choice to be made, Sam wouldn’t be able to give her up; Dean either for that matter. Y/N was a permanent fixture in their family now. Something Sam always thought was possible. It was a very remote possibility sure, but still possible.

“Hey, Cas it’s ok buddy. You’re doing everything you can. We’re just stressed from the hunt.”

“Ha! More like loverboy here is extra touchy being away from his girl.”

Sam didn’t even try a rebuttal. It was true. Ridiculous, and so chick flicky, but true. Dean did get an eyeroll though, because-Dean.

When his phone buzzed moments later he didn’t even need to look. He knew it was her.

“Hey! So weirdest thing happened today.”

“HI Y/N! SAMMY MISSES YOU SOOOOO MUCH PRETTY SURE HE LLL-“

Sam could hear Y/N laughing as he smacked Dean in the chest and stomped out of the hotel room.

“Ok, ok chuckles. Settle down and breathe before you pass out on me.”

“Chuckles? Oh no no no Sam I’m laughing my ass off. So. Anyways as I was saying before your brother interrupted me by almost saying you loved me before your dumbass even has-rude by the way-something weird happened today.”

“’Stranger Things’ weird or your grandma acting her age weird?”

“Nice deflection there chief. And ‘It’s a Small World’ weird. I was at the clinic, and this guy waltzes in. Real fancy son of a bitch. Perfectly tailored suit, designer shoes, the whole nine. He even had a British accent. Stuck out like a sore thumb in tiny town Kansas.”

Every muscle in Sam’s body hardened. Crowley. What the fuck was he doing in Smith Center? Even though they were on relatively good terms with the King of Hell, he knew Crowley would never hesitate to take advantage, it was simply his nature. He needed to get home.

“So he’s yammering on about how he knows you guys. Seriously loves the sound of his voice that one. Sam? Hellloooo? You’re awfully quiet did I lose you?”

He realized then that he was pacing, and had tuned most of her story out.

“No I’m still here babe. Sorry, just tired I guess.”

“It’s ok. So what’s the deal with James Bond?”

“We know him, more of an acquaintance. He’s kind of a dick honestly.”

“I got that impression. Sam? You sure you’re ok? You sound a little off.”

“I’m good. I swear. Dean snores. It’s no Sunday cruise sharing a room with him. We’ll be back soon though. Hit some dead ends I was just about to start packing when you called.”

He hoped he had put enough lift in his voice to stop her from worrying. She already knew him to well. Another couple of months and he wouldn’t be able to get anything past her.

“K. I’ll let you get to it then. Text me when you’re close?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course. See you soon.”

“Bye baby.”

“DEAN! Get your shit together. We gotta get back to Kansas.”

“Excuse you? The case isn’t over yet Sam! Gonna need a little more here buddy.”

Instead of answering Sam just started whirling around the room throwing everything in bags. And stacking the case files together.

“Hello boys.”

“You son-“ Sam lunged at Crowley. There was no thought behind it. He saw red and acted. Shoving Crowley against the wall he held him there with one forearm braced against Crowley’s chest as the other wrenched back ready to strike.

He didn’t get that far. Dean grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him back. There was rarely a time when punching Crowley wasn’t at least somewhat deserved, but sometimes you really did need to ask questions first.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s calm down for a minute here. Anyone care to explain what’s going on?”

Sam was fuming, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. Crowley simply straightened his suit out and waited, clearly amused with the reaction he’d gotten from the moose.

“Crowley paid a little visit to the Smith Center clinic today” Sam forced out through gritted teeth. “That’s why Y/N called.”

“Yes. I had a lovely little chat with the future Mrs. Moose. And I can tell you that she is much too good to be stuck with the likes of you two.”

Dean let go of Sam and moved to stand between he and Crowley. There was a good chance he’d take a shot at Crowley too, but he’d probably be able to hold out longer than his brother.

“What’s your play here Crowley? Why drop in on Y/N?”

“Play? Why must you always think the worst of me Squirrel? Can’t I simply be curious?”

“Oh I don’t know, how about the general history of every encounter we’ve had with you, oh I don’ know ever?”

Shrugging Crowley continued, “Well I suppose that’s not entirely unfair. One hears things, when one knows who to listen to. Very interesting things. You see, people talk, demons talk. And when I hear talk of a Winchester soulmate popping up out of nowhere I find it behooves me to look into it. Never know how these cosmic things might affect me after all.”

Sam started pacing. He had hoped he’d have more time before he would have to tell Y/N about their life. It was nice being just a guy for a little bit. Of course Crowley would be the one to burst the bubble.

“I suggest you leave now Crowley. And stay away from her. I mean it.”

“Unclench Moose. Nothing happened and believe it or not I don’t plan on any harm coming to the little lamb. If you don’t want to know what I’ve found out so be it.”

With that he was gone.

“God damnit! Everytime!”

“Dean call someone to take this case over. We’re leaving. NOW.”

They had just over six hours to figure out how to tell Y/N everything. Well not everything everything, but enough to keep her safe.

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