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#i’m really just tryna spread this as far out as we can
un-lawliet · 5 months
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I recently found your blog and <3
I’ve been having some health issues lately and have been struggling so I decided to leave a request! Obviously don’t feel pressured to write! If the prompt doesn’t stick feel free to ignore!
High school Satoru X female reader who had a crush on him in for ages but she’s so shy and Gojos so popular so they don’t really interact. BUT she decides to bake him sweets and leave them on his desk and somehow he finds out it was her and asks her on a date.
CHEESY I KNOW >~< I feel like we don’t have enough fics of reader being head over heels in love with Gojo and it’s a must!
ANYWAY- again this is a ramble feel free to ignore MWAH
hi anon !!! id absolutely LOVE to write this ITS NO PRESSURE AT ALL :) thank you so so so much for the request- i hope you’re ok ! and i’m always here incase u need to talk <3
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“Pretty.”
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— in which Gojo has a secret admirer.
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“Did you hear? Satoru Gojo has a secret admirer.”
“Oh Yea? Who?”
“Dunno, ‘pparently he’s going mad tryna find ‘em though.”
Your face was definitely burning, hands sweating and jaw clenched as you listen to the chatter of your classmates. Their voices morphing into the background of your busy mind, blending seamlessly into the slight disarray of (as you would describe it) your dire situation.
Blinking, you raise your hand to scratch the base of your neck, trying to pull yourself together less you reveal your crimes of admiration out-loud to classroom full of people who barely knew of your name.
You could see him, from where you sat, hunched over in your seat at the back of the classroom, your eyes squinted ever so slightly as the unforgiving sun spread her light through the window, gracefully imposing on your face falling directly into your peering eyes.
Leaning against the smudged glass of the vending machine, he had his head tilted back, laughing boisterously at a joke from his friend (the one who was always trying to hide the smoke from her lit cigarette)
In one hand you could see a can of soda you knew was far too sweet for anyone but himself, and in the other, you saw the small tin, decorated with the white and yellow details of pretty flowers and bee’s. Lid concealing the sweets in which you had baked just a day prior, sweets that you had hoped would act as a silent confession of your- oh you’re blushing again.
Your feelings for Satoru Gojo were undeniable, however unspoken. And you doubt you would ever get to a point where you would voice them out-loud to anyone let alone Gojo himself.
But you are unfortunately, still human, and humans have a tendency to want to be acknowledged, and after years of harbouring unheard feelings for someone, the bitter grasp of your own human desire overpowered your confident resolve of silence.
And so, you left a tiny box of chocolates with a tiny pretty note tucked in the back, with a silently cheeky “Enjoy” written in pink pen.
Glancing over to the vending machine once more, you watched as Satoru Gojo waved a hand in-front of his face, pouting as he tried pathetically to dodge the smoke blown at him by his friend, who grinned cheekily in response, flicking the now finished bunt towards the ground and stepping on it, moving her foot side to side to kill the remains of the flame.
You smile.
You had met Gojo two years ago, but had known of him far longer.
In the words of yourself (and probably everyone else who knew him) he was the epitome of perfection. Good in class, the best in any sport he took up and God he was beautiful.
Everyone knew him, the exact opposite to you.
You who quietly stumbles around her own feet, and apologises for even the slightest thing, despite it mostly never being your fault.
You were incomprehensibly shy, and so incredibly frustrated with your own reticence.
And yet two years ago, Satoru Gojo had asked you for a pen, you for a pen.
He had leaned back in his chair, during your math class, turned his head and nudged you instead of everyone else around him.
A pretty grin on his face as he sheepishly explained that he forgot to bring his own, and you had stammered and nodded handing him a pen as you gently said “You can keep it for the rest of the day, I don’t mind.”
“Huh? You serious?” He had replied, his head cocking slightly eyes crinkling under his sun glasses.
“Yea? I mean uh- yes!” Looking away from his gaze shyly. “It’s just a pen you know? I have plenty.”
He laughed, and you couldn’t help but look right back at him, your heart basically stopping as he winked, right at you.
“Thanks pretty.”
And your sure you had died, right then and there. Watching the back of his head as he turned back around, uncapping your pen as he moved.
Since then, Gojo had always smiled at you when he saw you walking past, and always without fail, you would sheepishly smile back, the familiar feeling of butterflies tickling the confines of your stomach every damn time.
The shrill sound of the bell rang throughout the classroom, and you stand up, taking your books with you with a sigh.
The clatters of chairs and bags zipping filtered through your thoughts and pulled you out of your self induced daydreaming stupor, calling you to join the rest of your classmates in exiting the confines of your classroom.
You glance back out the window once more before you move towards the door, and instantly your eyebrows lifted and you almost loose grasp of your balance as Gojo Satoru stares right back at you.
Simultaneously he smiles, lifting a hand as if greeting you and you scramble away from the window, head down, entirely embarrassed.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Could you be anymore useless in your “acting cool” facade.
Ever since you had placed your sweets on Satoru Gojo’s desk you had been a nervous wreck, terrified that at any second your feelings would be exposed and the entire school would point and laugh at your sweaty, flushed face.
Sniffing, you rub your eyes with the heel of your hands, trailing behind your peers through the halls, on their way home.
The lockers were always so crowded at the end of the day and you hated it.
You had no group to hide you from the conversations involving Gojo and his “secret admirer” have to hear every single in and pretend not to care.
“It’s creepy don’t you think? I mean why not just tell him you like him?”
“Maybe they’re nervous?”
“Of course they are? It’s Satoru Gojo for Christ’s sake, man’s beautiful.”
You close your locker, clutching the books and papers you need for your later homework, your bag left abandoned on the floor beside you.
Turning to reach for your bag, you feel another student collide into you. Your books crash to the ground, and you stare mortified as pages fly out, scattering everywhere.
The student doesn’t stop, just calls out that he’s sorry and that he’s late for a bus, you sigh.
You have to drop out, you think, there’s no recovering from this.
You bend down, apologising quietly to those around you who just glanced at you and continued on their way, and start to gather all your papers and books, heat burning your face.
“You ok?” You heard him just before you saw him, his teasing voice making your hands shake.
Satoru Gojo stood, a smile on his face as he leaned down to get closer to you, your eyes widen and you lean back on your knees.
“Um, yea-Yes everything’s good here..just dropped my stuff..” You trail off and end your broken speech with a fake, ugly laugh, internally you die as he nods and bends down to help.
“No, no you really don’t have to do that, I can manage!” You exclaim, hands moving rapidly in-front of you and he just laughs.
“I don’t mind helping ya, ‘kay?” He’s picking up random papers, no longer looking at you, his eyes glossing over your hand writing- a cheeky grin that you do not see flickers across his face.
You’re in a trance, watching as Gojo helps you, jumping when he glances at you and catches you staring, you busy yourself with stacking your books back into your bag, “Ok well, If you’re sure.”
“M’sure.” He’s handing you a stack of papers, ‘I’m very sure.”
The locker area door closes, signalling the absence of everyone else, you gulp.
“Suprised nobody helped you.” Gojo muses, standing up and raising a hand for you to hold.
You blush as you grasp it, it’s warm, you hope your palms aren’t sweating.
“It’s home time, people wanna get home.” You smile, rising to your feet using his hand has leverage.
Gojo let’s his hold linger before he lets go, you don’t notice, too focused on readjusting your top, fiddling with the fabric.
His sunglasses fall down his nose a little revealing the crystallised blue of his eyes, you swear the light causes them to glow as it catches his pupil.
You smile, eyes corrugating with what you hope looks like appreciation.
“Thanks Gojo.” And he smiles right back at you.
“Hey you know..” Gojo says, turning to ruffle in his bag, your eyes follow his movements, you watch as he pulls out a familiar box.
“Someone left these in my desk this morning, they’re really good..You wanna try?”
Your heart stops in your chest.
Your sure you’re bloods turning blue in your arteries.
Act casual, casual Y/N.
“O-oh that’s nice of them.” You mumble, your voice breaking slightly.
He offers you the box again, shaking it slightly to entice you with your own chocolates.
“Um are you sure? I don’t wanna take something that was made for you..” You look away from his sweet face to stare at the floor, then the ceiling and then back to the floor, there’s a crack right below your shoe.
Someone should really fix that.
“Oh come on! They taste great.” He grins, taking a chocolate and popping it into his mouth, letting out a dramatic “Mmm” as he chews.
“I’m sure they are..” You scratch your arm and then move your hand to the box, reaching in.
Your chocolates do taste nice, but you knew that already. Your taste testers from yesterday remaining as memory to your taste buds.
“Well?” His voice is teasing again, and you smile at him.
“They’re delicious.”
“Mhm.. and you know what else?”
He’s leaning closer to you, you try to stop yourself from leaning away, pushing aside your inane awkwardness, willing yourself to stay where you stand.
“They left a note too, wrote it in a pretty pink pen.”
“Oh?..How, how very uh- nice? of them.” You’re scrambling for sentence structure, staring at his stupidly handsome face.
He takes a page from your arms, and turns it towards himself, then lifts your note from out of his pocket.
Your eyes widen in realisation, and you step back, head turning to the door.
“Oh well, I have to go haha..” You trail off, shoving your stuff in your bag and beginning to walk to the door.
“You made me chocolates?” He asks, and you freeze, your eyes falling back onto him, and the soft face he regards you with.
He had turned the note and your paper around, your handwriting obviously present on both, you chastise yourself for such a huge oversight.
How can you deny it now? Oh God He has you cornered.
Embarrassment bubbles in the back of your throat and you desperately try to explain.
“I’m sorry.” You blurt, hands reaching out in-front of you as if begging him to hear you out.
“Huh-”
You don’t let him finish.
“I didnt mean to come off creepy, it’s just I- Well I- I think you’re really sweet, and you- You smile at me..sometimes, I just wanted you to let you know? And I’m sorry for how-”
“Hey, hey, hey.” He says, his face falling, “You don’t need to apologise for nothing, I’m not mad.”
He walks towards you, “I’m just glad they came from you, that’s all.”
Hope? Is that what you’re feeling right now?
You dare to look at him, only to see him already looking at you.
“I-”
“I ‘smile at you sometimes’?” He nudges, “You made me chocolates cause I smile?”
“..It’s a very nice smile.” You reply, head dropping.
He’s laughing, it’s a sound that makes your heart flicker, and warms your chest, scarce of mocking you feel yourself breathe normally again.
Gojo tilts his head to look at you, his face glowing with joy, as he asks, “I was planning on going to the cafe just down the street..Wanna come?”
You pause.
“What.”
Standing up straight, he hands you the note and your papers, you hold them and stare.
“A date, I’m asking you on a date Y/N.”
Is this real?
Is this happening?
“Are you serious?” Your voice comes out shocked and slightly higher than normal, you don’t understand.
“They’re very nice sweets.” He repeats with a grin “And they come from a very nice girl no? Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“I- I just-”
Gojo, pulls the strap of your bag off your shoulder and slings it over his own, walking towards the door.
“C’mon let’s go pretty.” And he’s looking back at you, waiting “Else you won’t have a bag for tomorrow.”
You jump and follow, eyes still wide and mouth slightly parted.
And Gojo pulls you towards him the second you get close enough to touch, grasping your hand and tugging you with him, a soft smile on his face as he does so.
All is well.
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a/n : all is not well, i’m sick as all balls right now- thank you my dear for the request..i know it’s taken me about 58 years to write this but i hope you enjoy it <33 i loved writing it and sorry for the wait. i love you !!!
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littlemiss-stardust · 2 months
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some positives bc while today suckkkedddd im not tryna stew in the negativity and anger/hurt; i know it’s just a bad day, not a bad life… blah blah hehe :p
• my coworkers who do all the textile hanging in the back found a sick ‘Hell, Michigan’ tee that has skeleton hands on the the titty region and set it aside for me to get ❤️‍🔥🦴🩻 (I’ll post a pic once I buy it)
• despite highly disliking working a customer facing job—(my temper for real is getting thin and my filter loose and I have 2 bite my tongue so much, gonna start wearing a mask again to hide my expressions hahaha)— my new job is actually pretty good as far as capitalism and working go lol. Highest pay I’ve ever made, they’re appreciative and recognize my effort, I’m already gonna be trained and promoted, and my coworkers are all really cool and friendly people <3
• I got Creepy Dave banned from the store for sexually harassing me and he came in today so we got to kick him out AHHAHAHA (seriously—DON’T FUCK W ME ONLINE OR IRL— you will regret it bitch 🤭😇😈💋)
• while i do get frustrated and restless w where I’m at in life rn I recognize I’ve come SOOOO far from where I was even seven months ago. I don’t have an abusive, manipulative man in my life draining my energy and sense of self, I have the BEST support system of friends I’ve EVER had in my life and they’re all such beautiful, unique, badass, loving souls spread across the whole world!!! (Seriously!! I can’t believe it—I LOVE YALL!!!), my acting career is continuing to take off and soar with all my hard-work, etc.
TLDR; while things can be hard and hurt and be frustrating from time to time still, im in my hot girl healing & hustling era. I’m thankful for the ways love surrounds me and for the growth in myself and that each day I get closer and closer to reaching my dreams <3
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adumbshitbutler · 3 years
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hey everyone! just dropping by to say that there is someone impersonating madi on both twitter and instagram and claiming to have a shop run by her and taking money from innocent fans so if y’all could go report @/madisdaisies on insta for spam and @/themadisonreyes (same as her insta) on twitter for impersonation. by the way, it has been confirmed by madis dad that it is in fact not her!!
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thanks y’all!
update: we did it yall!!
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littleonebub · 2 years
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Serendipitous New Beginnings
Part 2
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Everly moves to America for a year for a much needed break. Little does she know she signed up for more than she bargained for.
Pairings: Syverson x Everly Rakena (Asian OFC)
Warnings: Swearing. Drunken behaviour. Smut in future parts
A/N: Hello! Thanks to everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged the first part. It means the world to me that people are interested.
Word count: 1500
Huge thanks to @jessinchains for being my partner in crime with this fic. You truly are the Jwoww to my Snooki.
Not beta'd. All mistakes are yours truly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sandcastle nor our Captain Syverson though I wish I did ?
Also, some tags aren’t working ☹️ sorry for the people it’s not working for 😢
Big thanks to@firefly-graphics for the stunning dividers!
Please don't copy or steal my work.
Taglist: @jessinchains @rmtndew @lunaschild2016 @offroadinjandals @kingliam2019 @lizausten29 @bourbonwithice @just-chirpin
Sy POV
I’d been home for a bit; relieved to finally have some type of rest. Happy to be with my grandparents again, the joy of cookin’ for them somethin’ I absolutely love to do. I head into town needin’ to grab a few things. I park my truck at the grocery store countin’ things off my head in terms of what I need to get for dinner. I kill the engine about to hop on out when I see a certain someone leavin’ the store.
I see Everly in navy blue scrubs, a black long sleeve top, her long black gray hair tied up in a messy bun. She’s carryin’ a bunch of groceries walkin’ alongside Georgia Anderson who is hobblin’ along in a cast and crutches. I’d heard from gran that Georgia broke her leg after fallin’ down the stairs. I overhear them as they stop by a car near me. Everly loading her groceries for her.
“Oh thank you so much, sweet girl. You’re such an angel helping me out,” Georgia smiles at Everly, “now let me thank you by dropping you off home, sweetie. It’s the least I can do”
“You’re welcome. And it’s okay. You don’t have to” Everly smiles back, politely declining her offer.
“Oh, it ain’t no trouble at all. Plus you don’t live that far from me.” Georgia insists. Not takin’ no for an answer.
“Are you sure?”
“No doubt, missy. Now c’mon and jump in”, Georgia waves her in. Everly helps her into the car first; takin’ her crutches and poppin’ them at the back before climbin’ in the front.
They drive away talkin’ and laughin’. I can’t help but smile to myself. Seems like Everly is the town’s guardian angel.
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Sy POV
How the fuck did I end up in an R&B/hip hop club late on a Friday? Who the fuck knows?
One minute the men and I are bar hoppin’ from one dive to another, and the next thing I know I’m in this godforsaken place.
Everyone’s pretty hammered, I ain’t feelin’ too bad. Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for these numbnuts, and I guess ‘cause I’m their captain that goddamn responsibility automatically ended up fallin’ on me.
This ain’t my usual scene and I ain’t really feelin’ it, but with glasses of whiskey to stomach this place who am I to say no?
The boys have let loose, shit talkin’, and tryna get laid before we get deployed again, I’m just here for the ride.
The place is packed, the lights low, the bar a shinin’ neon beacon for anyone and everyone that wants to get fucked up.
The music is loud, bass reverberating through the building as there’s people all over the place; some dancin’ on the dance floor, grindin’ on each other. Some around the bar takin’ shots and drinkin’ their night away. Some just chillin’ with their friends on some leather seats spread around the joint.
The boys make a beeline for the bar, and I ain’t too far behind them.
We’re pushin’ our way through the sweaty bodies when we finally make it.
A round of tequila shots get ordered, and I get myself a Jack on the rocks.
The boys are loud, obnoxiously so but what else would you get with a bunch of single men in their 20’s and 30’s tryna blow off some steam? I’m feelin’ my age nearin’ 40. I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.
I’m pulled outta my thoughts when I hear Pepps.
“Godfuckingdamn, who are those fine as ladies!?” He hollers loud as fuck, a hand on his chest, the other against his mouth.
I roll my eyes. They’ve started huntin’.
I pay no mind just sippin’ on my whiskey when someone approaches me.
“Hey, you” they whisper into my ear.
I turn to see a hot blonde on my right. She’s tall, nearly my height with heels on. She’s got green eyes and her lips are painted red which matches her short, tight, red dress.
I’m about to say somethin’ when I see Pepps in the corner of my eye approach a group of ladies, I’m guessin’ the one he was losin’ his mind over just a second ago.
Somethin’ makes me stop and look; squinting tryna get a better look.
One of them ladies look familiar, she’s got long gray hair when it clicks..
“Sorry ma’am, if you’ll excuse me”, I tell the blonde.
She doesn’t look too impressed, her sultry look quickly turning into a scowl, no longer lookin’ as hot as she did.
“Whatever” she rolls her eyes at me, stompin’ away in them heels.
I ain’t bothered. My curiosity has gotten the better of me.
I make my way to the boys and they’re all laughin’
“What’s that fool doin’ now?” I ask BJ as I take a sip of my drink.
“That muthafucka thinks he has a shot with that girl with the long black gray hair” BJ splutters out, nearly chokin’ on his beer.
I look over and my instinct was right… it’s Everly.
I watch Pepps walk on right over with the swagger of a hundred rappers.
A sly look in his eye and a cocky smirk on his face. I gotta give the kid somethin’, he’s got balls especially puttin’ his arm around her. She grabs his arm, and drops it by his side shakin’ her head. The boys start crackin’ up.
That doesn’t deter Pepps though. He’s talkin’ tryna get an in.
Suddenly Everly smiles, big and bright, and says somethin’. Pepps suddenly not lookin’ as confident. He takes a minute to think before he finally decides to answer. It must’ve been wrong ‘cause the all girl’s laugh and wave him goodbye.
He comes on back over lookin’ confused.
“She don’t want ya, huh?” I say grinnin’.
“She said she’d gimme her number if I guessed her age right” he says.
We laugh. Fool. Good luck guessin’ an Asians correct age. Male or female. No one can tell.
“What’d you guess?” I ask curious.
“21” he says with no hesitation.
“Nah man, I bet you she’s nearly 40” BJ chimes in.
“No fucking way, I bet you late 20’s like 28”, Pat offers up.
They all take turns guessin’. I ain’t even gonna try.
The song changes and I see Everly and her girl’s make their way to the dance floor, clearly a fan of this song. The boys still debating amongst themselves.
“My bitch love Coco! Woo back, baby!” It comes loud through the speakers.
I ain’t seen her since she was at the store in her scrubs two nearly three weeks ago, and by god does she look different outta them.
She’s on the dance floor laughin, rappin’ along with the song, her girl’s and her clearly havin’ a good time.
They’re all dancin’ together, close as fuck. When I see her slide on over in front of one of her friends, grab their hands placin’ them on her hips as she starts backin’ it up, grindin’ against her.
The boys must���ve noticed how quiet I’d been ‘cause they look on over to see her drop it down, shakin’ her ass in time to the lyrics.
“And I got a bad bitch, ass up
Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggy style (Uh-huh)”
She starts mock twerkin’ and jumps up laughing, all the girls do too as she grabs her friend behind her, giving her a hug.
They continue dancing together, and the boys and I look at each other. Eyes wide.
“Hot damn..” Pepps mutters.
“Dude, you never had a chance with her”, BJ wheezes out, he can’t stop laughin’ over Pepps confidence.
I laugh and shake my head, draining the rest of my drink.
Well, this is certainly a different Everly to the one I’d met at the clinic.
She dances for a bit longer and then goes and whispers something in her friend’s ear, and starts making her way to one of the doors at the back.
The boys have moved onto Jägerbombs as I go and buy a bottle of water, and start to make my way towards Everly’s direction.
Pepps already scopin’ the place out for his next victim.
I make it outside, the door closing with a loud clang when I see her to my left. She’s leaning against the brick wall, legs semi bent, head turned up towards the night sky with her eyes closed.
I don’t head over straight away; I’m too busy admirin’ her.
She’s got a full face of makeup on nothing too much, but enough to enhance her looks.
Her long hair is out, she’s wearing a snug ribbed long sleeved dress accentuating her figure with tight suede thigh high boots. Fuck, she looks good, too fuckin’ good.
The thumping of the bass from inside makes the wall shake as she lets out a small breath.
I take a few steps over to her.
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It’s Your Fucking Birthday!
One-Shot. 
Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏
You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies. 
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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.” 
You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.
“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”
“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!” 
“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”
Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color. 
“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.” 
“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.” 
“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up. 
“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!” 
“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.” 
“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.” 
“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”
“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”
“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”
“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.” 
“Love you too, auntie.” 
When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off. 
“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked. 
“One second!!” 
“What are you up to now woman?!!” 
Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym. 
“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.”  Erik said while staring at a black screen. 
“I told you I have another surprise for you.” 
Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again. 
“Baby—oh, damn.” 
You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple. 
“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.” 
“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”
“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.” 
You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all. 
“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck  up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.” 
“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush. 
“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”
“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said. 
“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”
“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.” 
“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.” 
“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice. 
“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.” 
“Open your package baby!”
You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head. 
“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”
Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices. 
“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.” 
It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair. 
“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.” 
“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.” 
Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy. 
“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.” 
“Other things? What’s that, baby?” 
You stand up and take off your panties. 
“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”
The WIFI started acting up and your video froze. 
“Shit—babe?” 
“Yeah—can you see me clear now.” 
You came back into focus. 
“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles. 
You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.
“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”
“I just had a few sips that’s all!”
“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.” 
“Stop,” you whimper.
“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said. 
“Me too.” 
You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. 
“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.” 
“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.” 
Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear. 
“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said. 
“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?” 
“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”
“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”
“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.” 
“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.
“You gotta show me that pussy first.” 
You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue. 
“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.” 
“It’s crazy wet for you.” 
“Let me see,” He whispered. 
You tease him and show him just a little. 
“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”
Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.
“Oh, my God—
“I told you I was wet.”
“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.” 
Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating. 
“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”
“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?” 
“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”
Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness. 
“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.” 
“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked. 
“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.” 
Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.” 
“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.” 
“Why are you so far away?” 
Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other. 
“I want you to rub your clit.”
Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see. 
“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”
His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy. 
“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.” 
“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.” 
“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.” 
Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works. 
“When did you get that?” He asked 
“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.” 
“Hmm, all for me?”
“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur. 
“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.” 
You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble. 
“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side. 
“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”
“Yes, daddy!” 
Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain. 
“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.” 
“I can’t take it anymore—
“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.” 
“Daddy—
“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.” 
“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you. 
“Oooo—
“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.” 
You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you. 
“That shit feels good, don’t it?” 
“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”
“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.” 
“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.” 
“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”
“Unh—
“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”
“Baby—“
“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”
“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—
Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave. 
“That big ass girl—SHIT!”
Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him. 
“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.” 
Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open. 
“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing. 
“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?” 
“One second, babe. I am drained.” 
“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”
“Jokes.” 
“It’s okay...we have all day.” 
“Yes, we do.” 
Erik throws away the dirty tissue. 
“I miss you.” 
Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”
“Grab some water and we can—
The video ended. 
“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.” 
Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face. 
“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.” 
“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him. 
“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.” 
You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.
“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?” 
“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.” 
Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging. 
“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.” 
You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties. 
“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.” 
Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy. 
“Daddy!” 
You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy. 
“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.
Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.
“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.” 
“But did you enjoy it?” 
“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”
Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead. 
“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body. 
“Soon, baby...real soon…” 
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Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue. 
Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉
BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾
Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️
There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside. 
There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better. 
Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.
“It’s your favorite.” 
Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves. 
“Happy birthday, baby.” 
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his. 
“This was your plan all along, huh?” 
“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”
“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”
Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble. 
“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind. 
“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.” 
Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips. 
“I love both of my cakes.”
You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine. 
“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”
“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”
“Just like that.” 
Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are. 
“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.” 
Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. 
“What did you wish for?”
“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”
Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully. 
“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.” 
“And I can eat it how I want too.” 
Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek. 
“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.” 
“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.” 
“Anything for you, daddy.”
As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy. 
“Erik!!!” 
You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you. 
“Fuck, Erik!!!!”
He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans. 
“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”
You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked. 
“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.” 
“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“
You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip. 
“You have a lot of dick.” 
It’s long and ridiculously thick. 
“That bulge...that dick...so hot.” 
You swipe your tongue over his lips. 
“My throat is ready for you, Sir.” 
“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.” 
Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick. 
“I want some.” 
“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.” 
You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs. 
“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.” 
His words had you dripping. 
“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”
With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him. 
“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”
You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you. 
“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”
As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick. 
“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”
You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him. 
“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”
“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!” 
“Answer me.” 
“Yes!”
You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets. 
“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.” 
He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself. 
“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths. 
“I want that puss and you keep stopping.” 
Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed. 
“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”
Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit. 
“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out. 
“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.” 
“Fuck is wrong with you.”
He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass. 
“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.” 
“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.” 
“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.” 
“My pussy—oooo—
“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.” 
“Unh—
“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”
“Don’t stop, baby.” 
“Mhm.” 
“Yes!” 
As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs. 
“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.” 
You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time. 
“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”
You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again. 
“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.” 
He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you. 
“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“
Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy. 
“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”
Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you. 
“Daddy, I love you!!!”
He chuckled and bit his lip. 
“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.” 
The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls. 
“Let my dick go...you want some more?”
You nod your head with a pout of your lip.
“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”
You couldn’t wait. 
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Who Are You?
Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader
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(Y/N) and Erik have known each other since they were kids, they have been fooling around with each for the past few years. After leaving her for months with no contact, he pops up with a not so settling surprise. 
Warnings: Blood, Cursing
(Y/M/F/N) : Your moms full name
(Y/D/F/N): Your dad’s full name
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Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader
“It was a nice time seeing you again.” Sean said licking his lips at her as she smiled at him. This was the 4th date they been on, things starting to get a little more serious with him and honestly she was enjoying herself. It’s been five months since she broke up with Erik, and honestly she was enjoying herself. Sure, she missed him. Wondered where he went. She warned him the next time he up and left her, she would move on. She stood by her word.
“Thanks Sean, I really enjoyed myself.” she said biting her bottom lip. “Maybe next time we can have a little more fun.” she said stepping a little further towards him. She most definitely hit the jack pot with him. He owned two dealer ships out in L.A and two in Oakland. He was a gentlemen, kind, freaky. Didn’t leave her on read, it was like he was sent down from heaven.
“What kind of fun you tryna have lil mama?” he said gripping her waist and pulling him towards her as she giggled. “Lemme come in now, show you something real?” he said as she rolled her eyes pushing him away as he smacked his teeth.
“Boy I have work in the morning. I have to be at the office at like 8 in the morning.” she said as he shook his head.
“Yeah, I’ll let you get away with it this time but next time that ass is mine, you understand me?” he said biting her exposed shoulder as she moaned a bit.
“Yes sir.” she said. After they said their goodbyes, she walked inside the house with a huge grin on her face as she took off her heels.
“Who the fuck is that nigga?” she heard. Her head shot up, as she slowly turned around and saw Erik walking towards her with a glass of, assuming Crown Royal. His favorite drink. Next to Hennessey.
“The fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked walking past him, His head turned towards her direction as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. His eye twitched when he saw that she wasn’t excited to see him. 
“(Y/N), answer my fucking question. Who the fuck is-”
“He’s my boyfriend.” she snapped turning around looking at him. Erik busted out laughing, putting his hand out on the counter closing his eyes. 
“Yeah okay. I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga, (Y/N)?” he snapped as (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 
“That’s my boyfriend, Erik.” she said taking off her heels. “You know, significant other. Lover. Someone I fuck on the regular.” she said looking at him dead in the eye. Erik soon saw that she was serious. 
“Are you fucking serious?” 
“As a heart attack. I don’t know what you expected. I warned you that this was going to happen. So you can kindly get the hell out.” she said pointing towards the front door. “And leave the key.” 
“You must have lost your mind.” he whispered. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I left. Really. You know I can’t tell you where I go and-”
“And you know what? That’s fine. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me shit because I don’t want anything to do with you, or whatever the fuck you’re doing.” she snapped at him. “Just-Just leave. Now.” she said.
“You know I can’t do that.” 
“Why not?” she said walking over to him pointing her finger into her chest. “You do it all the fucking time. Months on end. Well I’m putting my foot down. Maybe some other bitch can deal with it but I can’t.” she said to him, her nostrils flaring in anger.
“I understand. I really do but-”
“If you understood like you say you do, you would understand why I cut you loose and moved on. I played along with this for way too long and I need to look out for myself.” she said. Something that she said triggered something in him. 
“(Y/N), no offense but I have a lot of shit in my life personally. I have shit to do and you can’t know that. Yes, I be gone. For a long time. But what I do I can’t just, just say out and about because I-” he stopped himself before saying something. 
“Because you what?” she backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I know damn well you’re not going to say because you don’t trust me because I’ve known you since we were kids.” she said shaking her head. She was hoping that he would contradict but he just sat there looking at her. 
“You really don’t trust me.” she said quietly, looking at him with so much defeat it almost broke him in half. “Get out, Erik. Or I’m calling the police.” 
“(Y/N) wait.”
“Erik! Just shut up! You don’t understand how hard and stressful it is not to hear or speak to you, thinking that you moved on with someone else, or hurt or even worse! That shit took so much of my mental state that I couldn’t eat or sleep. You don’t understand! You think that you can come up in here, dick me down, buy me some shit and tell me what I want to hear and all will be well but no. I can’t do it anymore. And if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck you have going on then I don’t want nothing to do with you or whatever the fuck you have going on!” she yelled at him. 
“(Y/N), listen to me.” he said grabbing her hands. “Look, I know what I do to you ain’t right. You don’t have to tell me because I already know it’s true. There are so many things that I want to tell you  but I can’t.” he said as she looked down sighing. 
“I can’t, do this.” she let his hands go. “Just go, please.” she said, tears rushing down her face. 
“(Y/N) please. I-”
“No Erik. Just go.” 
He gave her one last look before walking out.
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“Good morning everyone!” she exclaimed to her staff. “So as you all know, I will be opening a store in Miami. That means that I’m going to need a manager there to run the store. So I am sending out an email, you can apply and we’ll go from there.” she announced to everyone. Chatter spread through out the room, as she made her way to her office. 
“Hey, so I sent out the invoice about inventory check list. They should be emailing it to you by the end of the week.” her assistant Tonya said. 
“Thanks.” She walked into her office going to her desk and opening up her Desktop. 
“Also, Erik came by this morning.” she said as her hands clenched into a fist. “He said to call him when you get the chance.” she said as she rolled her eyes. 
“Yeah right.” she laughed to herself before opening her email. 
“Everything alright? It’s been a while since he stopped by the office.” she said as (Y/N) looked up at her. 
“That’s because I haven’t seen him since June.” (Y/N) told her. “No text, no call, no nothing.” she snapped. 
“Jesus, that’s five months...” she trailed off as she nodded. 
“He came to my house last night when Sean dropped me off. Questioning me about Sean and shit. Like nigga you have no room to be questioning me, questioning me in my house at that.” she scoffed, hearing her phone ding to see it was Sean texting her. 
“Forreal? The audacity.” she chuckled sitting on the seats that sat in front of the desk. 
Sean: Hey, you free for lunch this afternoon? I know you said you wanted to try out that new BBQ place on 21st street...
She smiled at the text before texting him back. 
(Y/N): Yeah, I’ll meet you there around 1:00?
Sean: Sure thing beautiful.
“Anyways.” she closed her phone placing it on the desk. “Erik came by the house last night, telling me he couldn’t tell me because he didn’t trust me. A-And that he wanted to tell me but he couldn’t tell me. Like what am I suppose to think about that? It makes him looks sneaky.” she admitted as Erik nodded. 
“Have you ever thought about him being like a... you know. Drug Lord? Or like, a gang member or something?” he said as (Y/N) paused, than laughed. 
“A drug dealer? That’s a good one. I’ve known Erik my entire life and trust me, I would’ve noticed if he was hiding something like that from me.” she said shaking her head. 
“I mean- think about it? Do you know what he does? Like, career wise. Nigga be driving the newest cars, dripped down in designers, spoiling you with money and shit and you haven’t even thought about it just once.” she said as (Y/N) sat back in her chair. 
“I mean, it’s crossed my mind but like I said, it’s just so far from what I know.” she said as Tonya stood up. 
“Well, just a thought to think about. I’m going to go down to customer service and get their weekly review.” she said as she nodded.
There is no way that he could be a drug dealer...
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(Y/N) walked into the restaurant, looking around and seeing Sean sitting there looking at the menu. She walked over to him as he saw her, smiling at her. “Look at you, you look good.” he smirked standing up as she smiled. She gave him a hug, and pecked his lips as she smiled. 
“Thank you, same to you. Sorry I was late, my last meeting with a little longer than I wanted too.” she said sitting down on the other side of the booth. 
“No worries, I ordered you a sweet tea with a slice of lemon.” he said to her as she smiled at him. 
“Thank you.” he nodded closing the menu. 
“There is something that I actually wanted to tell you.” he said as she nodded. “Someone reached out to me, by the name of... Killmonger? Said that he knew you.” he said as she tilted her head to the side.
“Killmonger...” she trailed off before shaking her head. “I’ve never heard of them before.” she said as he nodded sitting in his back. 
“Really?’
“Nope.” she said shaking her head. “That’s a cool name though..” she trailed off looking at her own menu. 
“That’s interesting.. because he said you were his ex.” he said as she put the menu down on the table looking at him. “He knew a lot of things about you, that you lived on South Viker Elm,  what cars you drive, your full name...” he trailed off as she looked up at him, scared to death. 
“What the fuck..” she whispered. 
“You sure you don’t know who that is? Because I’m having a hard time believing you.” he said to her leaning forward as she thought about it before her eye twitched.
“What did he say?”
“He knew your mom name was (Y/M/F/N) and your dad’s name is (Y/D/F/N),  you were born in (H/C).” she was freaked out until she realized it was most likely Erik. “Hell I didn’t even know you’re parents name was-”
“Actually, I might have an idea. We aren’t really exes. Just.. just someone that I used to mess around with. He left me a couple of months ago.” she said to him. 
“Oh.. it’s that dude.” he said as she nodded. 
“Yeah. I swear I don’t mean to put you through this. He came by the house last night and we got into an argument, but that’s about it. I have no idea how he got your number.” she said as he chuckled. 
“He didn’t only know my number. He knew my name too.” he said looking at her.
“Sean, I swear. I don’t know how the hell he got that information. I would never do that to you. Did he threaten you?” she asked him as he chuckled.  
“Something along that line.” he said taking his drink to his lips. “But don’t worry about that, I handled myself. I just want you to know that ya little ex-fling is tryna check me and that just don’t sit right with me.” he said as she sighed closing her temples. 
“I’m sorry, I-”
“I’m just fucking with you ma.” he said as she threw a napkin at him as he laughed. “But I’m serious about the ex thing.”
“Don’t worry, I got something for him.” 
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She walked into the building, to not only be surprised to see Erik reading one of the magazines that was in the waiting area. ‘(Y/N) can we-”
“You. In my office, Now!” she exclaimed quietly. He looked shocked about her outburst, confused she followed her instructions. She put the stuff on the table before looking at him. 
“The fuck is wrong with you!?” she yelled at him as he stared at her. 
“There are a lot of things wrong with me. For starters-”
“Erik, I’m serious. Why the fuck are you calling him threatening him?” she asked as he still stared at her confused. 
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“Sean! He told me you called him using this name Killmonger, a-and that you were telling him shit about me?” she snapped. “Now I don’t know what the fuck you have going on but leave me and him alone.” she said pointing a finger at him. 
It felt like his entire heart stopped. “(Y/N), I swear on my mother I didn’t call no one. What’s his name?”
“Are you seriously going to sit there and play stupid?” she laughed shaking her head. “Erik he knew my mom and dads name! The only person in my life who knows that is you!” she exclaimed. 
“Fuck!” 
“(Y/N), listen. You can be mad at me for whatever reason. I don’t care about that right now? Tell me what his name is?” he said walking over to her. If there was something about (Y/N), she knew when Erik was in distress. Or scared. The look on his face showed nothing but pure fear. 
“Erik, what is it that you’re not telling me?” she asked him. It looked as if he was in deep thought about something, something in which had his mind racing. Like he was debating. “Erik, please talk to me. Be honest. I need to know because if it’s not you someone out there knows shit about me and I need to get that shit dealt with. ASAP.” she said as Erik looked at the door biting him lip. 
“Lock the door.” he said as she nodded. She walked to the door locking it before walking back to him.
“The reason why I go out for months at end isn’t because I’m cheating on you, or I’m hiding from you. I get paid.. to do things. Bad things to people.” he said as she backed up a little. 
“Do what?” she asked him as he sighed. 
“People pay me to handle their dirty work. They pay me to top people off.” she stared at him in complete shock. “Look, it’s not just random people. It’s people that do bad things.” he said as she looked at him. “So all this time, I’ve been fucking a murderer.” she said as he groaned rubbing his handsome his face. 
“It’s not like that I swear, it’s just- you know my background. I was good in the military and now I’m good and it pays good.” he said as she scoffed. 
“Yeah it pays good until you mess with the wrong people. Erik, some dude name Killmonger got ahold of my shit and-” 
“Killmonger is me. That’s what I’m called.” he said as she scoffed. 
“So you did call Sean, right? Wow-”
“No, can you shut up? Let me talk.” he said to her. She was taken back by the outburst but he continued. “Whoever that is knows about me, and knows enough about me to get to you. This dude you been messing with, knows too much information (Y/N).” he said stepping in front of her. 
“You need to trust me, I need to know everything. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad at me or you never want to see me again. I just need to know you are safe.”  he told her. She was scared shitless out of her mind. There was so much on her mind at the moment that she couldn’t quite gasp the fact that someone was out to get her. Never mind Erik being an assassin. 
“(Y/N), look at me.” he grabbed her chin to make him look at me. “Please, you need to trust me.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he lie about that if he knew I was going to confront you about it..” she trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders. 
“Maybe to throw it in my face...” he said as he looked at her. “But I gotta plan for his ass.”
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“Come in.” She smiled at Sean grabbing his hand. He looked her up and down licking his lips. 
“All this for  me..” he whispered looking at her. It was a new set she bought a couple of weeks ago, it was emerald green with rhinestones along the bands, her hair was in a slick back bun, her makeup was perfectly done. 
“Yup. I told you I wanted to have a little fun.” she whispered starting to unbutton his shirt. 
“Sheesh, you ain’t gotta tell me.” he said as she smirked at him. She grabbed his hand leading him to the spare room as he stared at her ass the entire time. “You got in touch with that nigga yet?”
“Killmonger?” she asked tilting her head. 
“Yeah.. him.” he said rolling his eyes as she chuckled. 
“No. Not yet. I tried to but he ain’t answering my phone calls.” she said as she pushed him on the chair that she had in the room. “But let’s not worry about him... I want my focus all. On. You.” she said pecking his chest. She got on her knees in front of him.
“Oh you a nasty lil bitch ain’t you...” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. She grabbed the handcuffs as he looked at it laughing. “Oh shit..” he whispered. (Y/N) handcuffed him to the chair. That’s when she saw Erik come out of the closet, putting the pistol to his head. 
“So your Sean.” he said as (Y/N) stood up. She grabbed her black robe slipping it over her body as she looked at Sean, Sean giving her the dirtiest glare. 
“You been working with this nigga the entire time?”
“Actually no. She cussed me out thinking I called yo bitch ass.” Erik said. “But don’t worry about my girl. Worry-”
“Um, I’m not your girl.” (Y/N) cut in as Erik looked at her. “What? You think you can just say that shit after everything. No.. hell no.” she said looking back at Sean shaking her hand. “I don’t want a relationship with no one.. at all.” she said. 
“We’ll talk about that. You.” he said looking back at Sean. “Talk.” 
“Man fuck you, ain’t saying-” Erik punched him in the nose, knocking the chair over as she gasped. 
“Erik chill!” she yelled as he turned to look at her. “That chair was hella expensive. You think I want his blood all over my shit.” 
“Bruh, I’ll buy you another one.”
She rolled her eyes sitting on the bed. Erik sat the chair back up. “Talk nigga.” 
“You remember Kingston?” he said as Erik nodded. “That was my brother.”
“Kingston don’t have no brother named Sean.”
“No shit dumbass. You think I’ma use my real name fucking with y’all. I wanted you dead. And it seems like the only family you got is her.” he said nodding his head towards (Y/N). “By the way, (Y/N), at first it was just a get up to get to him but I really do like-” And another punch sent to his face. 
“You really think you can just sit up here and confess your feelings to her in my face nigga!” he yelled at him as he coughed up blood. All over her floor. 
“Who is Kingston?” (Y/N) asked Erik as Erik sighed. 
“A target. He was trafficking girls in Uganda. One of the girls died and the mother offered to pay me a good 10 Thousand to get his ass. Guess what?” Erik said lifting that nigga off the floor. 
“I did that shit for free.” he laughed in front of Sean or whatever his name was.
“You get paid that much?” she asked as Erik laughed. 
“Nah, that’s probably one of the lowest bids I’ve gotten. The highest I’ve had was like... 10 Million plus an extra 2  million if I could get the target and his crew.” he said as she looked at him in shock. 
“Anyways, just know that I killed that bitch ass nigga with no price.” he said. “Like I’m gonna do you.” he said taking off the safety on his pistol making her flinch.
She was scared out of her mind to see him like this. Was he really about to kill him in her house? All that blood and-
BANG!
She looked to see Sean's body lumped over in the chair as she stared at him in shock. “Well we don’t have to worry about that nigga no more.” he said putting the gun in his waist band. “I know some people who’ll come and clean this up. Make it look like someone was never killed here before.” he chuckled. He noticed she wasn’t saying anything before looking at her as she stared at the dead body in horror. 
“Oh fuck. I should’ve done this without you in the room..” he trailed off. “Let’s go.” he said grabbing her as he took her to her room. 
Erik saw this look before. He knew what was happening. She was going to be scared of him. “You want me to run you a bath?” he asked her as she looked outside the window. 
He went to her bathroom, filling the bathtub with bubbles and water. After setting it up he walked to the room to see in her in the same position. He took her undergarments' off before carrying her to the bathtub and placing her in. He bathed her as she stood at the wall. 
“(Y/N), baby. Look at me.” They heard the people coming in making her jump as he grabbed her. “(Y/N), it’s just the people here to clean up the mess.” he comforted her as she relaxed some more. He grabbed her make up towel, putting on some of the makeup removal solution she has and rubber the makeup off her face. 
About an hour later, she was in the bed as Erik was out in the hallway talking to the people. “Aye, thanks man. I owe you.” he heard Erik say. 
“No worries. We gonna cremate the body and throw the ashes somewhere along the river downtown. So don’t worry about it, okay?” he heard a voice say. After a few more minutes before he came back into the room, as she laid in the bed. 
“Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ma give you some space.” she heard him say. She sat up before looking at him. 
“Can you, can you stay please?” she asked him as he nodded. He stripped from his clothes getting into the bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, tracing her arms. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her. 
“No.. I don’t.” 
“Fair enough.”
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“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.”
In which you’re Melo’s best friend & ex he’s not over
“What do you think of this?” You asked Melo as you turned around. He was laying back on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He moved his phone to the side and peeked over at you, “It’s straight.”
“It’s straight?”
“Yea, you look good.” He nodded.
You huffed and made your way towards your closet to rework your fit for the night again.
“C’mon bruh, I said you look straight! Why you changing again?”
“Because just looking ‘straight’ isn’t good enough. I need to look... I need to look..” you trailed off, looking for a word that encompasses just how much of a bad bitch you wanted to be tonight. "I need to look like City Girl meets Megan the Stallion."
"My nigga, what?"
"Just know I need to look good, Melo. Okay? Reef is going to be there tonight and I need to make sure I have every little bit of his attention."
Melo rolled his eyes from across the room when you mentioned Shareef.
"Man, fuck that nigga." You heard him grumble which made you laugh, asking,
"What do you have against Shareef?"
"I don't have anything against dude."
"Yes, you do. You've been on him since I mentioned I like him." You stepped out of your closet and leaned against the door frame to look him in the eyes.
"He's a bitch." He shrugged before looking back at his phone.
"What do you mean?"
"What I said. He's a bitch and you don't need to be associating with someone like that."
You rolled your eyes, "Negro, please," and stepped back into the closet. “You gotta chill on him.”
“How you Shaq’s son and still ain’t made it to the league yet?”
“He had health issues Melo, you know that. Please don’t go that low just because you don’t like him for no good reason.”
Melo sucked his teeth and leaned back on your bed, focusing back on his phone. “I got numerous good reasons.” He grumbled to himself.
“What was that?” You asked, poking your head out of the closet again.
“Nothing man! Finish getting ready, we late cause of you.”
“Uh huh, whatever.”
You settled for something basic, but cute. A pair of black jeans, your favorite color way of the Jordan 1s Melo had gotten you for Christmas last year and a matching graphic tee with some jewelry to bump up the outfit.
“You look good.” Melo remarked, his eyes following you as he opened the passenger door of his jet black Rolls-Royce Cullinan for you. You were happy you got to spend today with him. Both of your schedules never seemed to align anymore since the season started for him and you started a new job.
“Thank you best friend.” You grinned as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. He shut the door and walked around the car, opening his door and sliding into his own seat.
You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it before starting the car. As he was backing out of the driveway you unlocked his phone and went to his Apple Music. You scrolled through his playlists until you came to your favorite one, ‘Vibes 🥵🤞🏼💕’. You plugged in the aux cord before hitting shuffle and set his phone down. ‘Get you’ by Daniel Caesar started to play a few moments later. Melo raised his brows before a wide smile spread across his face and he said loudly, “Oh say less! Whatchu tryna do?”
“Boy, what are you talking about?” You giggled as you looked at the goofy expression on his face.
“You playing my grown folks music playlist, you tryna start something?” He looked over at you.
“Ew,” you scrunched up your face.
“Man don’t act like you don’t want this body.”
“Boy bye. I would never.”
“Oh word, so you wouldn’t kiss me right now?” He puckered his lips at you.
You shook your head and looked in the other direction, “Nope.”
“Girl stop playing and give me them lips.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing your head to turn and started to lean in close. This wouldn’t be the first time you kissed Melo. The nature of you two’s friendship was different than most. The two of you used to date but decided after a couple months that you’d be better as friends. Since you were already comfortable with one another, doing boyfriend-girlfriend things weren’t awkward. Long hugs, cuddling, and occasional kissing weren’t anything to you when it came to him.
Before both of your lips touched the car jerked to the side which made you realize he was still driving.
“Focus on the road!” You said sharply as the car jerked back to the opposite side, making it centered in the road again. Melo was laughing the entire time and you hit him in his chest, “That wasn’t fucking funny. I’m too young to die.”
“Relax, you still alive. Aren’t you? Always overreacting.”
You rolled your eyes and faced front, crossing your arms over one another.
“Aye,” he reached over and gently flicked your cheek, “Fix your face. The shit isn’t that serious for you to be catching an attitude over.”
You pushed his hand away, keeping your eyes in front of you.
“Cmon man, don’t start this. We were just having a good time.”
You kept quiet and you heard him sigh loudly. A second later you felt a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.
“You wanna get some food later?” He asked, knowing that that phrase alone would get your attitude in check.
“What kind?”
“Del Taco?”
You unfolded you arms and Melo laughed, “You so fucking fat.”
“Aht, don’t fuck up nigga. I’ll catch my attitude all over again.”
He nodded, “Heard you. I take it back.”
“As you should.” You said as you picked up your phone to play some games to pass the time. You settled on temple run, tapping your nails against the screen as you waiting for the game to load.
You squealed excitedly when you saw a text from Shareef pop up at the top of your screen. Melo glanced over at you confused as you typed up a response.
“Who you talking to?” He asked, trying to see what was happening on your phone screen.
“Shareef.” You answered and almost instantly heard him suck his teeth. You ignored his clear distaste for your crush and asked, “He asked if I’m sliding through, do you think ‘Yea, can’t wait to see you’ is good or does that make me sound too eager?”
“How about you just don’t text the nigga at all or you text him no and we just don’t go to the party at all.”
“Melo,” you whined, “I really like him, can you set aside the hate you have for him, please? For me?”
“Why do you even like him so much?”
“Well he’s kind,”
“Any one can be ‘kind’. Next.”
“He makes me laugh,”
“That’s not a valid reason. Clowns can do that. Then again, he is a clown ass nigga so,” Melo shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the statement.
“He’s cute,”
“He look like a big toe.”
“Melo! No he does not!”
“Yes he do. And his teeth all crooked. He need some braces. In fact, remind me to give dude my dentist’s number.”
You rolled your eyes and continued to list your reasons,
“He listens to me,”
Melo sucked his teeth, “So I don’t listen to you?”
“Where did you even get that from? See, now you’re just pulling shit out of thin air to be mad about. What is your problem?”
“Nothing. I just think it’s wild how this nigga come into the picture and all of a sudden I’m getting wiped out of it.”
“Melo what are you talking about?”
“So we just about to act like you haven’t been texting or calling me as much? And we finna act like you don’t want to come see me no more cause you’re always with him?”
“That is not true.”
“Yes it is. Wasn’t it just last week I offered to fly you out to Houston to see my game and you said no cause you and that nigga was supposed to be hanging out all weekend?”
“Oh my God, you still mad about that? Grow up.”
“Grow up? So it’s just fuck my feelings now cause he here?”
“How am I supposed to get to know him if I’m always with you?! I can have a life outside of you LaMelo!” You raised your voice slightly as you started to get heated. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy for you, he was supposed to be your friend.
“Why do you even want to get to know him! Ain’t shit to know! He don’t do shit, he don’t have shit but his daddy’s money and a fucked up hairline anyways!”
“Okay, now you’re about to get me mad.”
“Oh me talking about your lil boyfriend make you mad? Man fuck him! It’s not like he’s about to wife you no how! He’s probably trying to hit it and quit it, it’s not like you hard to get at.”
You stared at him for a second, wanting to believe that he didn’t just say what he said out of spite of all things.
“Fuck you! Don’t be mad at me because you’re too attached to me to get your own girlfriend!”
“Oh, I’m too attached now? That’s what we going with?”
“Nigga that’s what’s been happening! You’re so jealous you can’t even let me be happy!”
The two of you pulled up in front of the house party and he stopped the car, leaned back in his seat and looked down at you.
“Alright shut the fuck up. You about to get me hot.”
“Now you want to be a pussy when I tell you the truth. Typical.”
“I said shut the fuck up bruh. I’m not tryna get mad at you.”
You turned towards him in your seat, “You know what your problem is? You can’t get over that lil relationship we had. You need to build a bridge and leave that shit in the past, it was never that serious.” You said. Deep down you didn’t mean it but he already took the argument too far by calling you an easy fuck.
His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth behind his closed lips and his brows furrowed ever so slightly, leaving a small crease in his forehead.
“Oh, so now you don’t got shit to say no more?” You questioned, looking up at him.
He picked up his key and phone, opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. You watched as he was walked into the party leaving you behind. You blew out some air to calm yourself down before grabbing your things and getting out.
When you walked into the house you couldn’t spot Melo anywhere but your attention was quickly taken away from trying to find him when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Shareef, a smile spreading across your face.
“Hey!” You greeted.
“Hey. You look good.” He replied, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Those shoes are fire.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t think you were coming still. You read my text and didn’t reply.”
“Oh! My bad I just.. I got distracted on my way here.”
“Uh huh. You came with your boy?” He asked referring to Melo.
“Yeah.”
“He just walked in here looking mad at the world. Y’all had an argument or sum in the car?”
Shareef started to walk you around the house, away from the main party.
“Something like that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.. can we not talk about him, I’m here with you right now, I want to focus on you.” You looked up at Shareef, smiling.
For the next couple hours you hung out with Shareef in the backyard by the fire pit. There were a couple chairs set up in a circle around it so the both of you made yourselves welcome. The two of you talked about any and everything, only leaving to go refill your drinks a few times throughout the night.
“So that’s why I decided to do indisciplinary studies instead of just majoring in one thing.”
You nodded as Shareef finished telling you about his college plans. You liked that he was so goal focused and not all of his goals in life pertained to having a career in the nba like his dad.
“So-” you were cut off by the sound of a familiar voice.
“Yo!”
Both you and Shareef turned to be met with his friend Josh Christopher who you’ve only met a handful of times, another 2 friends you didn’t know and.. Melo.. with a girl under his arm. They all had girls with them but Melo stuck out to you the most.
“Y’all mind if we sit?” Josh asked, already picking a chair and sitting down.
“Go ahead.” Reef said and you just smiled politely watching all of them sit and pull the girls they were with into their laps since there weren’t enough chairs.
You crossed your ankles, feeling uncomfortable as Melo took a seat directly across from you. You still felt tense about the argument the two of you had earlier but he didn’t seem to care much anymore as he was feeling up the girl, who wouldn’t stop giggling, in front of you.
Everyone started to talk as a group and you said a few things here and there but mainly kept to yourself.
“So, Reef,” Josh said getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to be nosy or nothing.. but imma be nosy, what’s going on with you and her?” He nodded his head towards you.
“Whatchu mean?” Shareef laughed
“You know what I mean. Is that your girl? Is future Mrs. O’Neil in our presence?”
Shareef looked over at you, “You wanna be future Mrs. O’Neil?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.
You returned the smile and shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” You laughed. You managed to catch Melo’s glare as you turned your head. He had completely stopped giving the girl in his lap attention and his eyes were dead set on you as he wore the same expression he did in the car before he stormed out earlier.
You ignored his dirty look and him, looking back at Shareef as the two of you got back into your own conversation.
“Did I already tell you you look good tonight?” He asked as he moved closer to you.
“I believe you did.” You grinned, also moving closer to him. You had already shut Melo out of your mind.
“Well, just to let you know, you look good tonight.” He commented and you responded with a giggle, “Nah, but for real, you look good. I like your makeup and that shiny stuff you got on your lips.”
“My lipgloss?” You questioned, cocking a brow at the fact he acted as though he didn’t know what lipgloss was.
“Mhm. It smells nice. Like strawberries.”
“It’s strawberry flavored. Fun fact.”
“Does it taste like strawberries too?” He was getting very close to your face, you could almost feel his breath against you.
You leaned in, further closing the small gap between you two and whispered, “Find out.”
You were caught of guard when instead of feeling Shareef’s lips against yours you felt yourself getting pulled back and stood up. You looked back as you were quickly being dragged away from the group and of course, Melo was the one pulling you away.
He was facing the house so you couldn’t see his face.
“Melo! Let me go!” You struggled out, trying to yank your arm out of his grip, which only made him hold on tighter.
“Aye!” You looked back at the group, seeing Shareef stand up while everyone else looked amongst themselves in confusion.
Shareef grabbed your free arm making Melo stop and look back at him.
“Whatchu doing bruh? Let her go.” Reef said as he tugged you towards him.
“Imma give you 2 seconds to let go of her before I punch you dead in your shit.”
“I don’t want to fight you. We in public bro, just chill out and let her go.”
“One.”
“I know you her friend and all but you’re overdoing this shit. I know you’re not about to hit me in front of all these-”
Before Shareef could finish his sentence, one of Melo’s fists went flying at his face. Luckily, he dodged it but that didn’t stop Melo from swinging again.
“Melo! Chill out!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“Yo, go talk to your boy. He wildin’.” Shareef had already let you go by now.
“I will. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.” You told him as Melo had already started pulling you away again.
“You won’t.” You heard Melo grumble as he pulled out through the back door of the house.
“Slow down!” You said as he brought you upstairs before opening a door and pushing you inside the room. The door closed and you heard a click as the door locked. He flipped on the light and you could now see he brought you into a bathroom.
You looked back at him, an angry expression on your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t respond as he backed you up into the counter behind you. He reached behind you and picked up a small towel and then grabbed your face. “What are you-”
“Shut the fuck up. Damn! You talk to much.” He cut you off harshly before starting to roughly wipe the lipgloss off of your lips.
“You got me all the way fucked up right now.” He continued to grumble as he flipped on the tap behind you and wet the towel before bringing it back to your lips and wiping again, “Do it taste like strawberries too? Find out,” he mocked, “I can’t believe your ass.” He grumbled as he continued to wipe.
You pushed his hand away from your mouth, “What is your issue?!”
“Don’t ask me no stupid shit like that. You know exactly what my issue is.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t see why you had to come and embarrass me in front of everyone like that.” You hit his chest which made him take a step back.
“I embarrassed you?” He said shocked, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong.
“YES!” You said louder than you had intended for it to come out. You almost felt like crying thinking back on what had just taken place. “What is your issue today?! First you basically call me an easy hoe in the car and now this?! Did you even for a second stop to think about my feelings?!”
“No.” He shrugged, “Cause you never thought about mine. And don’t act like you didn’t say some foul shit too. Our relationship ‘was never that serious’ you remember that?”
“You can’t use that against me, you’re the one that started everything. I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me.”
“Be happy for you?” He made a face, “How do you expect me to be happy seeing the woman I love move on and rub that shit in my face? You want me to be happy about that? I tried to tolerate it but you want me to keep a straight face and act like it doesn’t bother me when you give another nigga attention the way you use to give me?” He stepped closer to you, now only a few centimeters separated both of your bodies, “You expect me to sit up here with a straight face as you’re about to kiss someone else? I admit, I was wrong for doing that in front of all those people but can you blame me?… I thought I could keep my shit together and be just friends with you but to be honest,”
He he cut himself off and picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs and placed both his hands on either side of you before saying, “I didn’t want to break up to begin with. I’m greedy baby. Ion wanna share you with nobody.” His soft lips brushed against yours before capturing them in a warm kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your arms snaked around his neck.
His lips moved down to your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth gently bite down on your skin while he kissed and sucked around the area. You already knew he’d leave a hickey. One of his hands started to creep up your shirt, gently tracing your stomach before making its way to your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled away from your neck and pulled your shirt off of you from the bottom, up and discarded it behind him before sliding each of your bra straps off your shoulders and tossing the bra on the floor like he did your shirt.
He placed his lips back on yours as his both of his hands started to fondle your breasts. He lightly squeezed the left one and pinched your right nipple with his other hand which made you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss and did it again, this time pinching both nipples harder than he had before which evoked the same sound from you.
“Be gentle, they’re sensitive.” You mumbled.
“I know,” he mumbled back, repeating the same action again, smiling as he watched you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back slightly with your eyes shut tightly, “That’s why I like doing it.”
He brought you back into the kiss, moving his hands from your breasts (to your relief) and placed them by your sides. A moment later his hands got busy again, with his right one unzipping your jeans while the left one spread your legs further. His right hand snaked into your pants. You were dripping in anticipation, waiting to feel his fingers stroke your sensitive skin but instead he touched you from outside your panties. You felt his index finger rub your clit through the thin fabric and whimpered out needily, “Melo please,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.” It was torture having his finger so close but feeling so far.
Instead of doing what you asked oh so kindly for he removed his hand and went back to undressing you. He stepped back and grabbed one of your feet, untying one of your sneakers and setting it down on the ground before moving to the other one, untying the laces painfully slow. Once your sneakers were off he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and started to pull the article of clothing off of your legs. Once half your thigh was exposed he bent down and pressed a kiss on one of your thighs. “This was always my favorite part of your body.” He said quietly as he continued to pull your jeans down your legs. He pulled them off the rest of the way and let them fall to the ground after he pulled them off your ankles.
He refocused his attention back on your thighs, pressing a few, scattered, soft kisses on them as he inched back up towards your pussy. He licked your inner thigh, making you shiver before saying, “This,” he took his index finger and pressed it directly against your clit, “Is my second favorite part of you.”
Your hands grabbed the hem of your panties and tried to pull them down but he stopped you, lightly smacking away your hands and stood up straight once more.
“Melo..” you whined as you watched his lips stray farther and farther away from your pussy.
“Uh uh, no whining, you fucked up yourself.” He leaned in close, “What’s my one rule when we making love?”
“Not to touch myself.” You replied quietly, “But you were teasing.”
“That don’t matter my love.” He pecked your lips, “A rule is a rule.”
He pulled away and took off his shirt. You watched as his tanned abs and then his number 1 tattoo on his chest were exposed. He dropped his shirt on the ground and you took in his appearance for a second. His gold chains were shining under the light. You watched as he slipped off his shoes and then took a step back before waving you over and then pointing a finger down on the ground. You slid off the counter and got your knees in front of him. No words needed to be said, you knew what he wanted. You slid his slim-fit sweatpants down his legs. He made it easier for you by kicking them off his ankles.
You reached up, your hands feeling the bulge in his underwear. You looked up into his eyes, putting on your most innocent look face as your lips pressed against his tip through the fabric before you lightly drug your tongue against it. You could feel his hard on strain against the fabric as you did so. You, wanting him in your mouth already and too eager to continue teasing, pulled his underwear down his legs. His dick sprung out, almost hitting his stomach.
Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes focused on all maybe 8 or 9 inches of his length. It throbbed slightly, some precum leaking out of the tip and down the base. Melo grabbed the base of his dick and guided it towards your lips, only needing to say “Open,” before you parted your lips and let him push each inch into your mouth.
You bobbed your head, guiding your tongue all along his length, outlining each vein, before moving it back to the tip, swirling it around. “Fuck,” he rasped out as his hands tangled in your hair, giving him a good grip on your head. He tried to push more of himself into your mouth but you stopped him, pulling back. “It can’t fit all in my mouth,” you said, using the time his dick was out of your mouth to catch your breath. “We’ll make it fit down your throat then.” He said as he pushed his shaft back into your mouth. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat you gagged loudly to which he instructed, “Relax. Relax your throat.”
You did as he said, relaxing the best you could as you felt the tip of his dick move past the back of your throat and downward. You watched as each inch disappeared and your nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” you heard him remark in a breathy moan. He pulled back again to let you breath before pushing his entire length down your throat once more. He got into rhythm, fucking your throat and guiding your head. It got sloppy quick, saliva dripping off of his dick and onto the floor and onto the both of you in the process. He thrusted down your throat one last time before cumming with a loud moan. You nearly choked as he came ropes down your throat without warning but somehow survived it without one gag. He pulled his saliva coated dick out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh and you swallowed the left over cum and saliva in your mouth.
He scooped you up and you felt yourself being set back on the counter. To your surprise he kissed you, rolling his tongue against yours as he slipped off your panties. Your juices had leaked through them and were starting to come down your legs. Something about sucking dick made you so horny. Melo’s head dipped down but you grabbed it, saying, “Just fuck me.” You didn’t even want head anymore. He did as you wanted, pressing his tip against your entrance before pushing in each inch of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of having him back inside you after so long. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his dick bottomed out inside you and you gripped his shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your ear before hearing, “It feels so good to be in my pussy again,” before he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, “And no other nigga better have been in it.” You let out a moan in response while shaking your head.
He fucked you like a mad man, thrusting in out of you faster and harder than you could comprehend. Your eyes started to subconsciously roll to the back of your head and your mouth hung open as a trail of endless moans left your lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear which set you off. You cleaned around his shaft, your nails gripped his back tighter and you started to cum all over his dick to which he responded with a groan saying, “You don’t know how good that feels,”
He fucked you on the counter for a few more minutes before you felt yourself getting picked up. Without missing a beat, or pulling out of you he switched your position, having you now bent over the counter. He gave your head him towards the mirror, “I want you to watch while we make love.” He leaned in close, switching the pass or his thrusts. “How does it feel?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your neck.
“I-it feels..” you struggled to get out, trying to keep your head up like he wanted.
The kisses moved from your neck to your cheek, “How it feel baby, talk to me.”
“It feels good.” You moaned out, “It feels so good daddy.”
“There you go,” he said as his thrusts picked up again. You let out another embarrassingly loud moan when you felt his fingers rub your very sensitive clit and he asked, “You love me? Hm?” Before feeling a kiss on your shoulder blade.
“Yes baby, oh my god, I love you so muchhh.”
He chuckled before using his free hand to face your face towards him. He pressed his lips against yours, trying to give you a kiss but you were moaning too much to kiss him back. He faced your head back towards the mirror, “You not letting no nigga take my place again, right?”
“Noo, never again,” you replied breathlessly before letting out another loud moan as you came everywhere once again.
“Good.” He placed a small peck on your cheek and let go of your head and moved his other hand from your pussy. He then gripped both of your arms and held them behind your back as he stood up straight and fucked you mercilessly.
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I didn’t think I’d finish this today, but here I am, hours later lmao. I hope you all enjoyed. People have been asking me to do an imagine where Melo likes his best friend and they have sex for so long lmao so I hope this satisfied those anons.
Side note: imagine Melo telling you he doesn’t want to share you with nobody else but himself 😩
Please excuse any errors. I’m tired lol.
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Favourite T-shirt - (Jessie Fleming x reader)
I've been sittin' here, tryna figure out
What did I do right to be with you right now?
I put my arm around your shoulder
To see If I can pull you closer
And I didn't wanna say it
But I honestly thought I'm growin' older
"Sup Fleming" I smile as I walk up to the small Canadian. She whips around but a smile spreads across her face when she sees me. "Hey America" she smiles as she stops walking letting me catch up to her. I throw my arm around her as we start walking back to the dressing rooms and I can already feel all our teammates eyes on us.
We had met few years ago playing against each other on the national team so we knew each other in passing. I would be lying if I say that she didn't catch my eye from the beginning but I never got the chance to talk to her other than post match pleasantries.
But it wasn't until she was dragged along to a party at Stanford by her friends did I get a chance to actually talk to her.
"Fleming? What are you doing here?" I ask as I see her standing by herself off to the side in a quiet corner of the kitchen. I had to stop myself from checking her out. She wasn't wearing her usual shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Instead she had swapped from for jeans and a more fitted top with her hair let down. She tensed for a slit second but visibly relaxed when she saw it was only me. "Oh hey L/n. Some of my friends were invited and dragged me along". I raise my eyebrow, "And they left you alone. A bruin alone in cardinal territory? That's dangerous". She chuckles lightly taking another sip of her drink, "Is that right?" I lick my lips a smirk playing at my lips, "Don't worry I'll protect you".
Honestly if it wasn't for the small few drinks I've had tonight I don't think I would of have the courage to flirt with her let alone talk to her. But taking advantage of the small liquid courage because at least if she flat out rejects me I can hide behind the excuse of being drunk. But it seems that it paid off as she bites her lip probably trying to stave off a smile but I can see it poke through, "Oh really?"
I smirk down at the smaller player, "Let's see how hard they party in Canada".
I saw your eyes in the city lights
And almost said, "I want you so bad tonight"
Yeah, you were kissing my neck, you were making me nervous
And none of our friends would believe it
You were puttin' your hands up under my shirt
Makin' fun of the way I was breathing
Parked up on Mulholland drive
Blankets in the back of my car all night
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
"Fuck" I moan as Jessie nips at a particular spot on my neck as I throw my head back giving her more access to my neck. She chuckles as she trails kisses down the column of my neck. I latch my arms onto her hips trying not to show how much my hands are trembling right now trying to anchor myself.
I know I was drunk otherwise I don't think either one of us would have gone this far. But I was wasn't drunk enough to stop myself from feeling nervous. The height difference working against us as I had to crane my head down to kiss her. As I kissed her I started walking her backwards until her back hit the wall. As her back hit the wall she gasped letting me take control.
But that doesn't last as she slips her hands under my shirt causing me to gasp and shudder from her touch. This doesn't go unnoticed as she pulls back just enough to smirk at me as I stare down at her breathless. I have to hold back a moan as her finger rake over my abs. "You okay there?" She asks with a smirk evident on her face. She rests her palm over the side of my ribcage, "Your breathing pretty heavy there. Do I make you nervous?" She teases.
My breathing hitches again as her hand moves higher so it's now over my heart. Her palm lays flat over my rapidly beating heart which she can no doubt feel. "Looks like your heart is racing" she giggles lightly. I huff out a laugh as I grin leaning my forehead against her own.
I don't know whether it's between the amount of alcohol I've consumed or how hazy my mind was but the way the dim light was hitting her perfectly. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling her badly I wanted her right now.
But she catches me staring at her as she tilts her head at me, "You okay?" I take another second to stare at her before shaking my head. But before she could ask I lift her up by the back of her thighs and pin her to the wall using my hips as her legs wrapped around my waist. "Now I am" I whisper before smashing my lips into hers.
Heart is beatin' harder than it ever has
Wanna put you in a photo, put you on my dash
I put my arm around your shoulder
To see If I can pull you closer
And I didn't wanna say it
But I honestly thought I'm growin' older
"Y/n! Stop!" Jessie whines as I keep the camera trained on her. But I just grin, "Nah. If your going to drag me out here on a long ass hike. The least I'm going to do is take pictures of the amazing view".
I mentally fist pump at the pink tint coming across her face but while I'm distracted she lunges at my phone and now she grins as she turns the camera on me and starts taking pictures of me now. "Hey!" I laugh and try and reach for my phone but she steps out of my reach and continues on, "give it back". But she just shakes her head, "Nope! It's your turn now".
I throw my head back groaning playfully, "Ughhhhh". But it instantly drops as I hear her laugh causing me to smile. It seems that she catches it and starts taking pictures again. I start making funny faces at her making her laugh again making my heart beat even faster.
I take my phone off her and start scrolling through the pictures. I stop of one of Jessie laughing and I show it to her, "Now that's a beauty. That's definitely going on the dash". I send her a wink, "That way I get to see your pretty face everyday".
I chuckle as she blushes before I pull her into me throwing my arm around her shoulders. She looks at me questioningly before I hold up the phone so the both of us are the in shot. When she sees the camera focused on us she buries herself into my side slightly hiding from the camera. I chuckle and grin at the phone as I snap the picture before showing Jessie.
"Huh" I say making Jessie look at me. I smile down at her, "I think I like this one much better actually".
This causes her to smile wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging into my side. I wrap my arms around her as we watch the city below us and as the sun falls out of the sky.
I saw your eyes in the city lights
And almost said, "I want you so bad tonight"
Yeah, you were kissing my neck, you were making me nervous
And none of our friends would believe it
You were puttin' your hands up under my shirt
Makin' fun of the way I was breathing
Parked up on Mulholland drive
Blankets in the back of my car all night
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
No, it doesn't really fit, but you don't really care
'Cause you said you were cold and you need it
Hope you're gonna forget that you ever put it on
'Cause you gotta see me if you keep it
Parked out at the end of your drive
Kiss me through the window one more time
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
"God I'm tired" I groan as I flop down onto the grass. "Same" Tierna sighs as she lies down beside me. I lay my arm over my eyes trying to shield from from the sun just too tired to move. "What's that?" I hear but too lazy to move so I just lay there.
"Y/n?" I hum indicating that I was listening. "What's that?" I move my arm to see Andi nodding towards me. I look down at my neck to see that the make-up I had put on had wiped away revealing the small purple swelling that was peeking out from under my training top.
"Oh my god. Y/n! Is that a hickey?" Tierna gasps from beside me as I try to adjust my shirt to try and hide the dark bruise. "Y/n got laid?" Katie asks acting shocked learning some laughs from the team while I flip her off, "Fuck off". Alana pulls my top down showing off the hickey to everyone before I can swat away her hand, "Damn whoever it was she got you good".
"Who is she anyways?" Tierna asks as I start collecting my stuff. I just shrug but she scoffs, "Don't give me that. Cmon who is it". But I remain quiet as we start walking off the pitch. But then Tierna decides to play dirty.
"Tell me who it is or I'll tell Alex and Kelley your sleeping with someone"
I stop in my tracks and glare at the redhead, "You wouldn't dare". When we were called up to the national team. Kelley kinda just drifted over to us seeing as we were cardinals. But seeing as I was a forward and hanging out with Kelley a bit, it was only natural that I became close with Alex as well. The two had taken me under their wing and had watched over me at camps.
Tierna smirks, "Try me". I huff out while she nudges me, "So? Tell me who is it?" I huff our before glancing down at my trainers and mutter, "Jessie Fleming". Tierna groans, "Cmon tell me seriously who is it?" I just give her a confused look, "What do you mean? I told you it's Jessie". Tierna scoffs, "Cmon off it. Are we talking about the same person?" Tierna looks at me, "Jessie Fleming the shy timid Canadian who's an entire head smaller than you. Did that?" She says pointing to my neck. But I just nod causing her to scoff again and turn on her heel, "Fine don't tell me".
I watch wide eyed as she turns back on her heel towards the locker room. I can't help but chuckle and shrug before following her.
Yeah, I've been sitting here, tryna figure out
What did I do right to be with you right now?
You were kissing my neck, you were making me nervous
And none of our friends would believe it
You were puttin' your hands up under my shirt
Makin' fun of the way I was breathing
Parked up on Mulholland drive
Blankets in the back of my car all night
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
No, it doesn't really fit, but you don't really care
'Cause you said you were cold and you need it
Hope you're gonna forget that you ever put it on
'Cause you gotta see me if you keep it
Parked out at the end of your drive
Kiss me through the window one more time
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
After much awkwardness and a small bit of embarrassment I finally grew a pair and asked her out on a proper date. I went slightly cliche and brought her to a drive in movie. I had it all setup with food and drinks along with pillows and blankets to sit in the back of my truck.
We whispered quietly between each other at the terrible film that was playing. With all my preparation I forgot to check what was playing. But it worked out in the end as we laughed at how terrible the plot line was. At one point I could feel her shiver as she leaned up against me. "You cold?" I ask as I look down at her. But she just shakes her head but immediately moves further into me contrasting her actions.
I detach myself from her making the both of us frown lightly from the loss of warmth but after a minute find what I was searching for. I hand it to her, "Here put it on". She looks at it for a second before accepting the shirt I keep in my car for emergencies. But I can't help but stare. Due to the height difference it doesn't really fit and it hangs off her.
But she looks absolutely adorable in it.
She smiles at me before moving back into her position at my side snuggling into me with the blankets wrapped around us, "Thank you". I kiss the top of her head throwing my arm around her as her head fits perfectly into the hollow between my shoulder and neck, "Your welcome".
Eventually the movie ended and I drove her back to her dormitory for the night. Running off the high of the successful date I turn to her with a smile as my hand goes to hers, "Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me". She smiles as she interwine our fingers, "Thank you for asking". Neither of us saying anything. We sit in a somewhat comfortable silence neither knowing what to say and both not wanting the night to end.
Sadly time was against them
"I should head in" Jessie says quietly her eyes locked on our hands as she rubs her thumb over the back of my hand before looking back up at me, "you have a long drive back and I don't want my teammates sending out a search party". I chuckle, "We wouldn't want that".
I bite the inside of my cheek wanting to kiss her so badly but not wanting to push it and ruin a perfect night. Unfortunately my awkward side prevails as I scratch the back of my head sheepishly, "So uh I-I'll text you?" I cringe at how awkward I sound but thankfully she just giggles and nods, "Yeah I'd like that".
She turns and gets out of the car closing the door behind her. And I can't help but sigh and sink back into my seat grateful I didn't make a complete fool of myself in front of the Canadian international. But it doesn't last long as I jump as there's a knock on the window. But I quickly calm down as I see it's only Jessie who's currently laughing at me.
I roll down the window, "Jesus Jessie you scared the shit-" But I don't get to finish my sentence as she leans down and kisses me through the window. I don't hesitate as I kiss back. When she breaks the kiss she smiles and kisses my cheek one last time, "See you later America". I grin letting out a breathy laugh, "Bye Canada".
With one last smile she taps the window before heading back to her dorm. I bite my lip as I watch her until she makes it safely inside. She looks back and waves before disappearing into the dorms. I drum my fingers against the wheel before beginning the long drive back home myself.
I smile the entire drive home. Not worried about a second date knowing that we'll see each other again soon. After all
She's still wearing my shirt
In my favorite T-Shirt
You look so good, it hurts
In my favorite T-Shirt
And god damn did she look good in it.
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Title: Kismet {11}
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Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor
Warning: Plot, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy
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Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?
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🎶 “But I don't wanna give up. Baby, I just want you to get up. Lately, I've been a little fed up. Wish you would just focus on—me. Can you focus on me? Baby, can you focus on me?”
 The sounds of H.E.R filled the semi-rustic kitchen as you moved around it, checking on the multiple things you were making. Her album was one of your go-to things for mellowing out. You sang along and got lost vocalizing along with her. It didn’t take long for you to forget what time it was and that you weren’t exactly alone in the house. As the song ended and the next came on, you held your hands in the air, already feeling the opening of Girls Need Love Too.
  🎶 “Honestly, I'm tryna stay focused. You must think I've got to be joking when I say. I don't think I can wait. I just need it now. Better swing my way.”
 The lyrics were hitting you as right as gospel right about now. Pulling open the oven, you checked on the treats inside, making sure they were rising just the way they needed to. After you were pleased with their progress, you checked your pots on the stove one more time, then went back to the pitcher you were mixing your famous mimosas. That was when DSVN came on, and the hypnotizing sound of the lyrics with the beat made your mind drift back to Henry, especially when the hook came on. It sounded like it was made just for you in this situation.
 For the next few minutes, you focused on trying not to burn breakfast rather than dancing or singing. That was until Santana came on, and you couldn’t help but bust out your best salsa moves to Carlos’ electric guitar and Latin flare. The song was so catchy that you quickly got carried away winding your hips and doing your best Shakira impersonation. If she were standing in front of you, you thought she’d be proud because you gave it everything you had. Before you knew it, the song was almost over, and you’d forgotten about being quiet, and were now singing along to the song as you danced around the kitchen.
 “Someone woke up on the right side of the bed.”
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Your scream was loud, so loud it bounced off the walls of the room. Your head nearly snapped off your neck from the force of which you spun around.
 “Oh my god!”
 Henry stood there pinching his lips, trying to stop himself from laughing at you.
 “You scared me half to death.”
 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I um—I smelled food and heard music, and here you are,” Henry explained.
 “Oh no, no. How long were you standing there?”
 Another smile spread across his face, and it was all you needed to know he’d probably seen the whole thing. Embarrassment filled you.
 “Oh god, no.”
 “Don’t be embarrassed. You can dance and sing. I enjoyed the show.”
 You snorted while shaking your head, trying to overcome your embarrassment. When you met his eyes again, you still saw the amusement there.
 “Good morning,” you began.
 “Good morning. What’s—what’s going on?”
 He motioned to the organized chaos around you.
 “Oh, breakfast.”
 “Did you order?”
 “Nope. One hundred percent handmade but these hands,” you replied, holding up your hands and flexing your fingers for emphasis.
 Henry’s eyebrows shot up as he approached the kitchen island.
 “You cook.”
 Approaching the same island on the opposite side, you nodded. “I cook and bake and mix and clean, iron, and do laundry.”
 Henry snorted and nodded, clearly amused by the sarcasm in your voice.
 “Cute.”
 You smiled and leaned against it, resting your elbows on the wooden island keeping your eyes on him.
 “I know I don’t look it, but they do say never judge a book by its cover,” you replied.
 Henry nodded before he spoke. “For the record, I’ve never judged you.”
 You studied him for several moments before your eyes drifted over him, taking in his tan linen pants and cream shirt. He looked good, and you almost got lost in that before you snapped out of it. Clearing your throat, you pushed off the island and looked around.
 “I’m almost done.”
 “What’s for breakfast, chef Taylor?”
 You smiled, “I’m glad you asked Mr. Cavill. We have lavender vanilla  bean beignets, scrambled eggs, sausages, and of course mimosas.”
 Henry’s eyebrows again shot up. “Wow. How long have you been up?”
 Turning from him, you dropped a few mint leaves into the pitcher you’d just mixed. “Well, I actually haven’t slept yet.”
 “So you’ve been up all night?”
 “Yep.”
 Sliding to the right, you turned off the oven and took out the beignets to place them on the stove to cool.
 “Why? Is everything all right?”
 “Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’m a night—insomniac.”
 He was going to find out one way or another throughout this vacation anyway, you reasoned with yourself.
 “Really?”
 He sounded hesitant but also surprised.
 “Yeah, most of the time.”
 You used the time he stood there in a state of shock to finish up what you were doing before turning back to him.
 “Are you going to pass out later or soon?”
 “Nope. Come on. All done. Can you grab those two?”
 You nodded your head to the two platters on the stove as you took the others walking out of the kitchen to the outdoor dining table he’d shown you yesterday. Once he saw the table that had two other platters and set place settings, he exclaimed.
“Wow.”
 “I know, but I like to cook.”
 “Everything smells incredible,” Henry complimented as he stood at one of the Rattan chairs waiting for you to sit first.
 Once you sat down, you motioned for him to begin. “Dig in.”
 A few minutes passed with the two of you loading your plates with various items. Once you were finished, you took up the pitcher and poured drinks for you both. When he brought one of your beignets to his mouth, you paused and watched him sink his teeth into it. As soon as he did, he moaned so loud it filled the space and drifted off.
 “Holy--,” he began but never finished because he took several more bites finishing his first one. Once he’d swallowed and reached for another, he continued. “How did you learn to make beignets?”
 “Well, it began with my Gramaw, but eventually, it was experimenting.”
 He bit into another and rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and groaned. “These are heaven.”
 “I’m glad you like them.”
 Covering his food-filled mouth, he spoke, “Love them, get it correct.”
 You snorted and nodded as you began to eat. The view before you caught your eye once again, and getting lost was easy. The morning was beautiful, warm, and calm, with a gentle breeze that carried the salt in the air from the nearby sea. You didn’t know who wouldn’t love waking up to this every day. It was then you realized how badly you’d needed a vacation after all.
 “You stare out a lot.”
 Henry’s voice brought your eyes back to him to find his already on you.
 “I’m sorry,” you began with a soft smile. “Another thing about me, I do that—a lot.”
 “What’re you thinking about?”
 You looked out again and nudged your head to the view. “How incredible this view is and that I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve taken a vacation,” you confessed.
 “Tell me about it. I was literally running on fumes. I have no idea how I made it this far,” Henry said.
 You continued to eat and fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes before he spoke again.
 “Was there anything particular you wanted to do today?”
 “Like what?”
 “There’s so much to do. I know a good spa. There’s diving, boat tours of this incredible lagoon, wine tasting, touring, driving along cote d'Azur. You name it, and it can be done,” he listed off.
 “A lot of choices.”
 You brought your legs up and hugged them to your body as you continued to eat while thinking about your options.
 “What do you feel like doing?”
 “I don’t mind either way,” Henry quickly responded.
 That didn’t help you one bit, but you made the decision all the same. “Nothing screams vacation like a bikini, and a beach, so let’s live it up.”
 He smiled as he nodded. “All right. We have a plan then,” he said, clapping his hands.
 The rest of breakfast was comfortable and peaceful. Neither of you seemed to mind that conversation fell to the wayside because you were both lost in the food and scenery before you. After breakfast, you and Henry managed to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen together as you endured his teasing on the multitude of things you’d used to cook. As you cleaned, you caught his eyes on your body a few times, but he kept his physical distance for the most part. After you separated to get yourselves ready for your day in the sun.
 You spent longer than necessary trying to decide on the right bikini. You didn’t know if you should go demure princess or buxom goddess. You were moving and making decisions by reading him. You told yourself the night before that you’d go at his pace and take your cues from him. If he initiated touching, you’d reciprocate. If he kissed you, you’d kiss him back. If he stayed away, you would too. You didn’t want to do the wrong thing or anything, especially since you didn’t know where you stood with him. Letting your self-doubt win, you chose the middle ground on the bikini.
 Thirty minutes later, you stepped outside the villa to find Henry waiting patiently at a white Fiat convertible.  
 “Wow. Is this yours?”
 “Yep.”
 “I don’t know why I’m surprised. We have established that you’re a car man.”
 He smiled as his eyes trailed over you. “Wow. The short shorts come out, huh.”
 You looked over yourself, then back to him. “This is short? Ha, just you wait. I have even shorter.”
 “I bet you do,” Henry chided as he held open the passenger door for you.
 “It’s about a ten-minute drive to the beach, maybe eight if the cliffside isn’t flooded.”
 “Wow, you’re right there, huh.”
 He smiled and nodded as you slipped into the car.
 “All right, let’s go. I have a goal to be kissed plentifully by this French sun, so in two weeks' time, I’m showing every bit of the melanin my ancestors blessed me with,” you joked.
 Henry shut your door and walked around to the driver’s side. Once in, he pressed the start button.
 “Bring it on. I happened to really like yours…it’s sexy,” he slipped in, meeting your eyes for a few moments.
 “Did you just call me sexy, Mr. Cavill?”
 His smile was wide before he slipped on his sunglasses. “Did I? Maybe, maybe not,” he said before he pulled off, beginning the journey.
 As he drove, you relished the breeze and sun on your skin and waved your hands in the air, fully enjoying the carefree vibes you felt. Before long, you’d pulled out your phone and began snapping a multitude of pictures of the scenery, the people, and occasionally even Henry, though he probably had no idea. You didn’t want to miss the chance to see how perfect he looked behind the wheel.
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When you got close to the beach, Henry parked along the cliff as plenty other cars had done. According to him, no one made a fuss about small things like that; as long as people could still pass it was all right. The laidback style was already agreeing with you. With him carrying all the bags like the gentleman he was, you allowed him to lead you across the road toward the sands of the beach and then down the shore to find the perfect spot. It took a few minutes, but when you found it, you staked your claim, stomping in the sand, marking it as yours. Henry took the initiative, spreading the oversized beach blanket using the items you’d brought with you as anchors for the corners.
 Once he’d gotten it perfect, you wasted no time pulling off your tank then peeling off the shorts your wore. You tried to keep your eyes away from him, though you really wanted to know if you had his undivided attention. The middle ground bikini you’d chosen was still a look. The cut complimented your curves, while the color complimented your complexion. You wanted to take it at his pace, but you also had to show him you were still hot.
 When you lied back on the blanket, you gawked at the ocean before you and marveled at its sparkle while the sun reflected off of it. Looking beside you to him, you found his eyes on you and his jaw slightly ajar.
 “This is so beautiful.”
 Henry snapped his head away from you and looked at the view you were just staring at. “Very,” he replied, his voice constrained as if his throat were closing. He held your bag out to you, but he didn’t look at you again.
 “Thank you.”
 You dug through it looking for your sunscreen spray. Once you’d found it, you began spraying along your arms and shoulders, rubbing the mist in working your way to your chest.
 “Why France?”
 “Huh? Excuse me?”
 “France. Why France for buying a house?”
 “Well, I have some French blood-ties; the Channel Islands has its history of it, and France is smack in the middle of there and London. I fell in love with it,” he explained.
 “Why Bandol?”
 “Oh, that’s easy. It’s still luxurious enough like St. Tropez but not as high profile. I can be Henry here and not worry someone is taking my picture.”
 You nodded and understood perfectly. It was hard being on all the time. You’d gotten so used to it that you often forgot how to be off.
 “I get it. It’s the same reason why I’ll always choose Australia and Ireland overall,” you explained.
 “I’ve only seen Ireland a few times. I think I need to go back,” Henry added.
 You smiled as fond memories washed over you of your time in Ireland. “You definitely should.”
 You sprayed your shoulder closest to him and began rubbing in the liquid.
 “Ehm, need some help?”
 Your eyes met, and you fought back your smirk. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
 “Yeah, I can help. It’s no problem,” Henry assured.
 You handed him the bottle, then turned your back to him and waited. He didn’t touch you for several moments.
 “How many tattoos do you have?”
 “Um—not sure, seven, eight maybe,” you said while anxiously waiting for him to begin.
 “That’s quite a bit.”
 “Not too much. They’re all strategically placed,” you explained.
 When you felt the sprays on your back, you held your breath and waited for him to touch you. As Soon As he did, you bit your bottom lip, trying to ignore the feeling of completeness that washed over you. You liked the feel of his hands on your skin.
 “Have you—ehm, have you ever thought about tattoos?”
 “I have,” Henry began, his voice deeper than it had been moments before. his hands trailed lower to the small of your back, and you hunched over even more, giving him more access. “I’ve just never gotten around to it,” he finished.
 Turning your head to rest your cheek on the tops of your knees, you smiled. “Too much work?”
 A soft chuckle escaped him, and you felt his thump trail up your spine until he reached the back of your neck. Two sprays hit your skin, and he began rubbing into your shoulders. A weak moan slipped out, but he didn’t pull away. The kneading of his hands became more forceful then. You were quickly losing your nerve and grip on reality. Another moan slipped from your throat, and that was when Henry’s hands stilled and rested at your shoulder blades. You felt his fingertips trace the softest pattern onto your skin before they were gone.
 “All done.”
 By then, your heart was racing, and the butterflies in your gut were fluttering below your waist. Clearing your throat, you turned back to the ocean.
 “Thanks.”
 “No problem,” Henry said before he stood and discarded his shirt.
 The action didn’t help you at all. Your jaw hit the floor as you took in every inch of him you’d spent all night since seeing the sprigs of hair peeking out his shirt. Plenty of dark hair decorated his chest and trailed down his abs until it disappeared behind his pants. A soft gasp drifted out of you, but your eyes refused to stop ogling. So you sat there looking at him and counting each of his eight ab muscles. The man had an eight pack; you thought to yourself as your throat painfully tightened.
“What’s wrong?”
 Jerking your head up to his face, you shook your head, trying to find words.
 “Wrong? Huh, nothing—um—you uh—you’re—you’re--.”
 Henry smiled as he cocked his brow, waiting for you to say something intelligible. You had nothing, though.
 “Cat got your tongue?” The humor in his voice was so obvious, and you felt like an idiot.
 “And my brain cells, it would seem.”
 His smile made you smile while trying to avert your eyes from the rock hard statue that he was.
 “Sorry.”
 Henry scoffed. “It’s okay,” he said.
 “No, it’s not. You’re a person, not a piece of meat,” you clarified, feeling awful. You were doing the same thing to him that you hated men doing to you.
 “Wait, you think I’m a piece of meat?”
 Looking back at him, you spoke, “No, but I’m sure women look at you like you’re a piece of meat and in turn treat you like it.”
 He nodded, “They have in the past.”
 Your eyes again drifted downward, but you caught yourself before they got to his massive pecs. Clearing your throat, you stood.
 “Do you burn easily?”
 “I’m a white British man, of course, I do,” Henry joked, making you snort loudly.
 “Wow, do you want some?”
 He held his hands up as if to shield himself from you. “Are you looking for an excuse to feel me up?”
 “What!?”
 Henry snorted and laughed loudly.
 “You’re kidding,” you surmised.
 “Yes. You should have seen your face.”
 You shook your head while burying your face in your hands. “Wow. That’s not cool.”
 “You were an easy target,” Henry said, turning his back to you. “Oil me up, baby.”
 You had every intention to, but the side of him from the back stopped you in your tracks for a few moments. As you slowly approached him, you accessed the entire meal that was him before you, unsure where to start. You sprayed over his back then slowly began rubbing across his skin. You couldn’t believe that even his back was as toned as an Olympian. Your brain was slowly short-circuiting with every inch of skin you touched. When you brought your hands down his spine to his tailbone, Henry groaned, and you fought the urge to go lower.
 “All—done,” you said slightly above a whisper.
 “Not quite,” Henry said, turning to face you. “My chest burns easily too.”
 Face to face with temptation; you knew you were destined to give in. it was only a matter of time.
 “I thought you could--.”
 “—Nope. You started the job, so you should finish it.”
 Smiling, you bit your bottom lip. “Does that go for my chest too?”
 Henry’s eyes dropped to your breasts and rested there for a few seconds before he looked back into your eyes with a completely cheeky expression on his face. “Well—that is entirely up to you, Ms. Taylor.”
 Like a child, you giggled most uncharacteristically. Slapping your hand across your mouth, Henry laughed at you. “Oh god.”
 You sprayed across his chest and abs but hesitated touching him. Instead, you stood there gawking at the way his chest glistened. It’s not that you didn’t want to feel. You really, really wanted to feel. You just didn’t think you would be able to not come across as a thirsty fiend. Henry waited patiently waited no doubt taking notice of how you were beginning to hyperventilate. After a minute, he took a step back.
 “Here, I’ll finish the job—this time.”
 You dropped to the blanket and laid back, trying to recover. You couldn’t believe this was life right now. You’d never been attracted to anyone like this. You never struggled like this with anyone, and that reality was a little alarming. Peeking up, you watched as Henry finished rubbing the sunscreen into his chest, spreading it along his swollen shoulders and bulging arms. Your mouth ran dry while another part of you was anything but.
 While proving to be a heightened temptation, a day at the beach was just what the vacation doctors ordered. The roaring sun, the breeze with the salt in the air, and the screams and laughs of people enjoying themselves were wonderful. You didn’t think about work not once, or anything beyond the man beside you reading a book and the book you were reading while the soft sounds of jazz drifted between you. It was perfect.
 Every so often, your eyes drifted to Henry and took in different parts of him. Everything you saw you liked, and the fact that you liked it, only helped your brain daydream even more. There were a few times he caught you staring at him just as you caught him staring at you or parts of your body. When you did catch him, it only emboldened you to play up different parts of your body. You were relieved to know he at least still found you attractive.
 When he goaded you into the water, the two of you played in the waves. The first time Henry splashed you and got water in your hair, you made gasped and pretended to make a big deal about it, which prompted him to apologize profusely. You considered it payback until you tackled him in the water, holding him underneath until he lifted you in his arms like he was Goliath. Your eyes locked, and there was a moment you thought he would kiss you, but instead, he tossed you into the water. That one action began a water war that he easily won thanks to his colossal size and overpowering strength. You didn’t mind.
 By the time you’d sat to enjoy the picnic lunch Henry had packed, only a handful of people had recognized the two of you and asked for autographs and pictures. It really was the perfect first day of vacation, and you already didn’t want it to end. After lunch, you and Henry were walking along the shore, enjoying the lull of water crashing onto your ankles like you had no cares in the world.
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 -Henry-
 You were gorgeous, more gorgeous than you’d ever been. You were drop dead with make-up on, but without you were a knockout. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and he knew you had to know. There was no way that you didn’t. He didn’t start the day with any expectations because he really didn’t know what to expect, but it had turned out to be a great day. He looked across to you and took in your curled and coiled hair that framed your face and gave you an even more youthful glow.
 “So your hair is naturally curly?”
 You smiled and nodded as you turned to look at him.
 “Curly, coiled, kinky, it’s a bunch of stuff.”
 “So you straighten it.”
 “Yeah,” you confirmed.
 He was confused.  “Why?”
 With your brows knitted together, you took him in. “What do you mean why?”
 “Why? I can imagine it takes a lot of time. So, why do you do it?”
 You scoffed but didn’t speak right away. He allowed you the time to think.
 “Well—in the business, it’s easier. As horrible as it is, there are not many people who will cast the black actress with unruly hair or will have the right people who can do it properly. It’s a huge thing for black actresses, and unfortunately, can be the reason why many don’t get a role. So for me—I guess I got used to directors or photographers preferring the sleek look, so I just—maintain it. No one really cares for this,” you said, motioning to your hair.
 He understood what you were saying. Hollywood was fickle; he was living through it right now but couldn’t believe people's ignorance.
 “I like your hair right now. I like how free and beautiful it is. You don’t look—bound. You look free.”
 Your eyes met his, but he couldn’t read the look in them.
 “Oh uh—thank—you.”
 “You’re welcome,” he replied with a smile. “You should just leave it alone from now on.”
 You snorted. “Oh, is this how you want to see me?”
 He could hear the tease in your tone, “Free and beautiful? Absolutely.”
 Again the look in your eyes stumped him. Before he could ask you what you were thinking, you looked away and back out to the water.
 “What if I want to see you like this from now on?”
 He chuckled, “What, shirtless with bad hair?”
 You laughed with him for a few seconds. “Well, nothing wrong with this view at all,” you said, making him blush.
 “Oh, and for the record, your hair is anything but bad. When it’s all slicked to perfection, you look put together, but—I like the more…distressed you. You look free and boundless.”
 The smile on his lips hadn’t slipped since you’d begun your walk, and staring at you, he didn’t think it would slip. You looked away and cleared your throat, something you’d been doing a lot the entire day.
 “I’ll make a deal with you. You keep this look going, and I’ll keep this look going,” you proposed piquing his interest.
 “Do we have a deal?”
 “All right, we have a deal,” he sealed, holding out his hand for you to shake. When you did, you smiled mischievously.
 “Good,” you said before you pushed him into the water and the incoming wave.
 Shock flooded him though he should have known from the glint in your eye he’d picked up.
 “Did you really?”
 With pride and joy, you nodded, “I sure did.”
 As he stood, he wiped his face of the water and chuckled to himself.
 “As a gentleman, I will give you a four-second head start,” he announced.
 “Four seconds?”
 “Three now.”
 You squealed and ran down the beach, trying to put as much distance between you as possible. It was futile. He was fast. Once he’d counted down, he took off after you. When you looked back to see him coming, you screamed louder and tried to pick up the speed, but as he said, he was fast. In a few short seconds, he caught you and immediately began tickling you, making you scream even louder.
 “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you shouted through bouts of laughter and screams.
 “No, no, too late for that.”
 With you in his arms, he brought you to the water facing you out so you could see the massive wave coming in. You screamed again while kicking your legs, trying to get him to drop you, but it was no use. Seeing there was no way out, you stopped screaming, but when he tossed you into the wave, you screamed until the water engulfed you. He stepped back and waited for you to wash up on the shore. When you did, he proceeded to tickle you some more until you tripped him and rolled onto him to retaliate.
 Though he hadn’t let on that he was ticklish, you figured it out and exploited it mercilessly. The tickling led to both of you playfully throwing wet sand at each other while waves knocked you down. When he grabbed you, he smeared the wet sand across your chest below your collar, making you scream. That was when you coated his chest down to his waist. He pulled you to him rubbing his chest over yours to make sure you were as lathered as he was.
 “Oh my god!”
 A wave crashed over the two of you, nearly drowning you—nearly. When the water receded, you were still there in his arms, practically underneath him. he took in your beauty, and all he wanted to do was kiss you. he almost did before he stopped remembering what had led you to this point. He was tired of proving and showing you he wanted you—wanted to be with you. It was your turn to prove to him that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. That was when another wave washed over you, dampening the mood. He was thankful for it.
 Once he was standing, he pulled you upright.
 “Ready to go?”
 You nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”
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-Y/N-
 After leaving the beach, the two of you walked along the shops that decorated the surrounding area. He pointed out all the places he’d visited over the last few days. He knew some of the shop owners by their names, and it was something you liked for some reason. After the first few shops, you decided to pick up something for dinner and spent the next few minutes trying to decide just what to get.
 “Any special requests?”
 Henry’s surprise only lasted a few minutes before the smile you were getting so used to appeared.
 “You’re cooking?”
 “Yep.”
 His surprise turned to awe as he circled you once. “You can pick whatever you want,” he whispered in your ear before he walked to a stack of cans.
 “Are you sure?”
 He nodded, assuring you that you were good to make the decision.
 “Do you eat a lot?”
 “Do you?”
 “Hell yeah, I do,” you said in an exaggerated tone that had Henry laughing.
 As you walked around the store, you placed various items in the basket that Henry carried. Some peppers, scallions, garlic, onions, mushrooms, and plenty of herbs followed before you walked across the way to a seafood shop. You thought about something simple like salmon but changed your mind when you saw lobsters and said what the hell. You were only going to get two, but Henry piped up and tricked you into four, citing your insatiable appetite. Deep down, you wondered what appetite exactly he was referring to, for food or him. A trip to the local spirits shop had you stocked for more than just one night.
 When you made it back to the villa, Henry was the one to carry the bags to the kitchen, not letting you lift anything but the beach bag you’d left with at the start of your day. You met him in the kitchen in time to see him hoist everything onto the island.
 “All right, you’re all set there.”
 “Thank you, Superman.”
 He smiled and helped you unpack the items in the bags, laying them out on the counters and the island. Once that was finished, you made a move to the door.
 “I’m going to take a shower. I can feel sand everywhere.”
 What was to be a relatively quick shower quickly turned long because you needed to wash your hair and treat it, so you didn’t have any residual salt damage. No one liked breaking hair. That alone usually took almost an hour. Instead of going for the full experience, you cut a few corners in the routine but still managed to complete it. After throwing on a pair of shorts and a tank, you made your way back to the kitchen, ready to cook one of the best meals he’d ever have.
 With soft music playing and a towel wrapped around your hair while your leave-in heat treatment did what it was made to, you began prepping the ingredients. The soft music and time alone gave you more time to process the perfect day you’d just had. There was nothing about it that you’d change, even down to the intense tension that was constantly between you. If another day played out the same way, you still would think it was perfect.
 “All right, I’m clean now. Would you like some help?”
 Henry stood behind you in a tank and sweats with his hair full of curls.
 “Sure, you can actually prove to me that you know what you’re doing in here,” you teased as he approached your side.
 “I’m about to knock your knickers off.”
 You snorted and peeped at him. “Promise.”
 The flustered look on his face said he just realized the land mind he’s just stepped into. Pushing it to the side, you focused on the chives you were chopping.
 “What would you like me to do?”
 Looking around the kitchen, you assessed everything that needed to be done then delegated.
 “Those veggies need to be rough diced and washed.”
 “Consider it done,” Henry replied, stepping away to begin prep. Before he began, though, he walked to one of the bottles of wine you’d just gotten, popped it, and poured two glasses.
 “A little vino for you.”
 Smiling, you took the glass. “Thank you.”
 The two of you worked together chopping, dicing, and slicing the vegetables and herbs and the seafood for dinner. Every few minutes, your eyes met, and you giggled. Once the cooking began, Henry teased you about your towel wrapped hair, saying that was how magazine covers should show you. You watched his form and how he handled his knives and liked how he moved. He handled knives like he’d been doing it his whole life.
 When you saw him perfectly Julianne cut the cucumbers you practically drooled and were ready to push him against that island. You loved a man who could handle himself in the kitchen. Pumping iron and weights and a nice body was great, but cooking dinner for someone because you care, was a supreme turn on.
 When the lobster was steaming and the potatoes boiling, you leaned beside him and watched him kneed the dough he was prepping for what he called his famous sugar rolls.
 “So mentioned you have nieces or nephews? I don’t remember which,” you began.
 “Yes. Three nephews, no nieces.”
 “Cool. What’re their names?”
 Henry smiled as he spoke, “James and Peter and Lucas.”
 “Strong names.”
 “Yeah, Nik and Charlie picked them,” he said.
 “Nik—he’s the older brother, right?”
 “Oldest. I’m surprised you remember.”
 “No girl?”
 “Ha, Charlie really wants a girl. He has a son Lucas but dreams about having a daughter.”
 “Nice. I have two nephews, Niko and Milo, and a niece Aloa, my oldest sister Miesha,” you added.
 The way Henry smiled, you could tell he liked kids. “That’s nice. Do you see them a lot?”
 “I try. It’s hard, though, with my schedule.”
 He nodded, then shifted to the sink to rinse off the cucumbers before beginning with the carrots.
 “I understand.”
 With your curiosity piqued, you decided to dive right in. “So you like kids.”
 “Love kids,” he replied. “You?”
 “Uh—yeah. They’re precious.”
 “I’m guessing you’re close to your brothers.”
 “Oh god, yes, really, really close. We talk several times a day. They’re my first call when something good or bad happens, and it’s the same for them.”
 “That’s good. I’m close to mine too. We don’t talk every day, but I try. I do have a twin, so we don’t need to talk. We just know what’s going on with each other,” you explained.
 “How is that having a twin?”
 You shrugged and put a piece of cucumber into your mouth. “It’s everyday like for me. I don’t know what to say,” you said with a small chuckle.
 “Are all the clichés true?”
 You scoffed and went back to keeping yourself busy. “What clichés exactly?”
 “Oh, you know that you feel each other’s pain and feel what the other feels, oh that you know what they’re thinking.”
 You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “It’s not like I fall down the stairs, and he feels me fall. That’s just impossible.”
 Henry nodded and moved to rinse the carrots.
 “Yeah, it’s more like a constant presence I feel. You—you never really feel alone, sort of like this constant connection or feeling like someone always has your back. We can feel what the other feels a lot of the time, but it’s sort of like a gut feeling more than an actual physical feeling. There are times he’ll feel when I’m sad and crying, and it’s incredibly annoying.”
 “I can imagine,” Henry started.
 Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to face him and waited for him to speak.
 “Does he feel everything—your moments of happiness or—pleasure?”
 Snorting, you laughed loudly, unable to keep it in.
 “Happiness, I think there could be valid proof to that. As for pleasure, no idea. It’s never been brought up but kinda creepy to think about that.”
 You both busted out laughing, realizing just how creepy it would be if there were any validity to that. Cooking together turned out to be really fun. Usually, you hated people in your space, but with Henry, you didn’t mind it at all. You didn’t mind the subtle way his body brushed yours whenever he passed you. You didn’t mind the sly looks across the kitchen when he took a sip of his wine. You didn’t mind the flirtation in the air, and when he watched you make your lemon cake for dessert, you didn’t mind that he was learning one of your secret recipes. It was something you felt you could get used to.
 Two hours later, you were bringing out one of the platters to the dining table in the yard just in time to catch Henry putting a clay vase filled with beautiful lavender and rapeseed flowers. The purple and yellow combo was so bright it looked like it belonged with the décor around you.
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“Wow, would you look at that,” you began eyeing the perfectly set table. “You can set a table too.”
 His smile was wide. “I sure can.”
 “With the proper place settings. I’m impressed.”
 He ran his fingers through his hair and slowly licked his lips as he shrugged. “I didn’t go to finishing school or anything but--,” Henry trailed off, making you laugh at the sly reference to you.
 “Oh, okay, Mr. Cavill.”
 You backed away with your hands raised, making your way back to the kitchen with him following close behind. You pointed to him the items to go, and he walked with you back outside.
 “I know you think I eat a lot, but--.”
 “Oh, stop it. I am sure you have to have a high-calorie intake to maintain your Superman shape, so—ta-da,” you said, giving him jazz hands in front of the food-filled table.
 “Oh, so you’re looking out for me, huh.”
 “Of course. What else is your girlfriend supposed to do?”
 Henry’s smile slowly slipped before it reappeared but only for a second. “Girlfriend, huh?”
 Just like that, your stomach fell through the floor, fully realizing what you’d said. Now you felt like an idiot especially seeing his reaction.
 “Um—well--.”
 Not waiting for you to respond, Henry walked to your chair and pulled it out for you.
 “Uh—give me a second,” you said, bending forward to pull the towel off of your head.
 It had been well past the forty-five minutes you usually kept it on for, and you didn’t want to eat with this heavy thing on your head. Using your fingers, you combed through your curls then stood up to face him. This was practically the first time you stood before a man that wasn’t part of your family with your hair natural. You hated that you felt self-conscience about it. The look on his face was a lot different this time. His eyes were wide, and his mouth ajar.
 “Sorry. Thanks,” you said, slipping into the chair.
 Once he’d pushed you in, he sat across from you.
 “So I know you love your beer and steak,” you began with a smile. “So the steak is cooked in Guinness—a lot of Guinness.”
 Henry chuckled and assessed the steak on his plate while nodding.
 “Bon appetite.”
 Once henry put a slice of the steak in his mouth, he moaned and gave you the chef’s kiss. You knew exactly what it meant, the good ol seal of approval.
 “This is really good.”
 “I’m glad you like it.”
 After putting another slice of steak into his mouth, he nodded. “I love it. you’re a great cook.”
 “Thank you. I tried to tell you.”
 Henry chuckled, giving you a slight roll of his eyes before he continued eating. He was right dinner was good. While you ate, you enjoyed the setting sun and conversation about music, good food, and good wine. One bottle of wine quickly finished, then you were cracking open another and another. When dinner was finished, you sat there listening to the stories of his childhood where his mother played referee between five boys. The way he talked about her made her sound like a saint. It was clear to see how much he admired and loved her. That made you like him even more.
 By the time you climbed into bed for the night, your mind was racing a mile a minute, and all your thoughts were of Henry and the probability that he just might be the perfect man. That thought scared you even more than there being something wrong with him. If he were perfect, then it meant he was perfect for you, and perfect for you meant commitment, complications, and vulnerability while opening the stage for possible heartbreak. Even through the fear, one constant remained—you wanted him.
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btsrunmylife · 3 years
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“The Library Keepers: Jamais Vu” - Prologue / Teaser
Word Count: 1,524
Genre: Sci-Fi / Fantasy / Action / Adventure / Humor
Rating: Explicit…eventually 🔞
Summary: After two years of being stationed on Space Station Baldur, you’re not really expecting anything exciting to happen anymore. With little by the way of scientific discoveries, you and your team are getting a bit restless. Sent out on “special assignment” with Mission Specialist Kim Namjoon, you really aren’t expecting to find (or even see) much of anything.
What you do find is something beyond what either of you could’ve imagined.
From the dark side of the moon. I know that it's sad, but it's true. I'm tryna get home. I'm a spaceman. 🎵
You groan and smack the off button of the ship’s sound system, sending a glare your colleague's way. To his credit, a sheepish grin tugs at his lips.
“I forgot that was on the playlist,” he admits, scratching at his chin as he adjusts in his seat, tugging at the legs of his spacesuit to get more comfortable. He redirects his attention to the front window and you follow his gaze, taking in the vast expansiveness in front of you. On and on for miles, there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing but darkness and faraway stars.
Since being stationed on Space Station Baldur, you’ve seen your fair share of stars up close. They’re not nearly as breathtaking as you’d think, many looking like smaller versions of the sun, with some burning much hotter with a bluish-white hue. It still amazes you, knowing that all they’re made of is gas and dust that have taken over millions of years to get hot enough to shine so brightly. 
They’re the little spectators of the universe that twinkle in the sky back home on Earth.
Earth. It’s been approximately 734 days since you’ve felt its gravitational pull. Approximately 729 days, 12 hours, and 43 minutes since you arrived at Space Station Baldur with Mission Specialist Kim Namjoon and your team. 8 hours since the two of you left the station to venture out into the great unknown on special assignment.
Special assignment is really just a fancy way of saying go see what you find and report back to us if you really do find anything, but we know you won’t. 
It’s pointless, really. It would take you months, if not years, to actually reach something that hasn’t already been discovered.
It’s why they’ve thrust a camera in your hands and instructed you to take a few pictures while you’re gone. To show the people back home where you are and what it’s really like. But the photos you take don’t do it justice. Sure, it’s breathtaking in a so much different from home sort of way, but it’s quiet. Isolating. Downright daunting.
The black void stretches on for miles, empty of everything familiar. Empty of anything at all, really.
“Do you think Nick Jonas would actually last as a spaceman?” Namjoon questions with a quirk of his lips.
You snort, shooting him a look that says absolutely-fucking-not. Nick Jonas wouldn’t know the first thing about being alone. Well and truly alone. It’s an experience you still struggle with sometimes, being so far away from what you know. From the things and people you love. But you love your job too. You love learning about the world, the universe, the galaxy around you. There’s so much nobody knows. So much left to discover.
You are most certainly not going to discover anything out here like this though, in your little dinghy ship with just enough rations to last the 12 hours out and the 12 hours back, but it’s a nice thought.
“If any of the Jo Bros would last, it’d be Kevin,” you mutter with finality, nodding sagely.
Namjoon wrinkles his nose. “Kevin? Why Kevin?”
You shrug. “He’s the oldest.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s the brightest--”
The comms crackle to life, stopping your impending argument before it can begin.
“Microkosm, this is Mission Control, requesting a status update.”
You want to snort at the name Microkosm, the ship so aptly named due to it being a smaller extension of the space station, containing your little corner of the universe for the next...17 hours and 43 minutes.
Namjoon shifts into work-mode, rattling off your estimated coordinates, determining your location based on your distance from the satellites and the main station.
“Rations are adequate and oxygen levels are at a steady 93%.”
“Excellent,” your commander mutters. “You’re making decent time. Any observational updates?”
“Negative,” you finally contribute. “Nothing but space rock and stardust, sir.”
“As expected,” he sighs. “Regardless, expect to give another status update in the next few hours.”
“Yes, sir,” you and Namjoon chorus, listening to your commander mutter a signoff. Your ship settles back into silence as the comms power off, the low hum of the engine and shuttering of the walls a mere background noise to you now.
“What a waste of a trip,” Namjoon sighs, slumping down in his seat and leaning his head back on the headrest.
You grunt, echoing his sentiment completely. When you first applied to be stationed on Baldur, you were so excited. A mere science geek, itching to make a discovery. You had big dreams, fantasies of planets and moons and otherworldly fauna. Maybe even a world not quite unlike your own. But this...wasn’t reality.
The work you do is important, obviously, but it’s mainly research. Studies to determine how well humans can survive in space. How far they can go and what they need to help them survive.
Is there a way to manufacture oxygen so we won’t run out?
The earth is only going to be inhabitable for so long. Or so they say.
Really, you think all of this is just another way for them to monetize uninhabited property. Not enough commercial real estate on earth? Why not sell space too?
Maybe that’s a cynical way to view the work you do, but after two years of not a whole lot of scientific discoveries, you’re a little disheartened.
“I’m gonna grab some sustenance,” you declare and unbuckle, finally caving to your stomach’s incessant grumbling. “You want anything?”
Namjoon glances at you as you slowly float out of your seat, hands reaching for your headrest to steady you. “A strawberry and banana protein shake?”
You smile, not entirely sure why you asked. His answer is always the same.
“You got it, Specialist,” you say and release the back of your seat, using it as leverage to push yourself toward the back of the ship. Floating in space is a little like swimming on earth, except you don’t sink, you just keep floating.
After strong-arming your way to the back of the ship, you break into your stash of freeze-dried foods. Since the two of you are on a shorter mission in such a small spacecraft, all of your food has to be things that can be consumed without cooking them. No meatloaf and potatoes for the two of you while you’re gone. Just freeze-dried fruit, nuts, crackers, cheese spreads, and dehydrated protein shakes.
You grab Namjoon a strawberry and banana one and add water through the pressurized hose before grabbing a chocolate one for yourself. You eye the coffee, knowing that sooner or later you’ll have to take watch while Namjoon sleeps, but you figure you’ll have time for that later.
Besides, you’re not really all that tired yet anyway.
Balancing the drink pouches precariously between your fingertips, you use one hand to push yourself back in the direction of the front of the ship. You’re just reaching for one of the bars on the ceiling to propel you forward when it shimmies and you miss your mark.
The ship’s rattling is suddenly loud in your ears and, as your shoulder collides with the ceiling, you can feel it in your jaw, rattling your teeth.
“Uh, Joon?” you question, heart beating hard in your chest. You try your best to strong-arm your way back to the front, but the ship shakes and takes you off course. You’re forced back against the ceiling with a hard crack that takes your breath away. You hiss, dropping your drinks to cradle the back of your head. “Joon!”
“Specialist, get back in your seat!” you hear his words, loud in your headset, and feel yourself start to panic.
“Joon, what’s going on?” you demand, but grab a hold of one of the bars to push yourself forward. The ship sways and quakes beneath your touch, your entire body vibrating from the point of contact.
“Fuck, we don’t have time,” Namjoon hisses, voice thin and strained. “Get to one of the emergency seats and strap yourself in.”
“But I’m almost—“
“Now!”
And that’s when you notice it, the erratic movement of the spacecraft, the violent quivering of the walls, the high-pitched whistling of the engine as it struggles to slow you down. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
You slot yourself into one of the seats at the edge of the craft and just manage to latch yourself in when you hear a loud pop and feel the ship lurch. Almost as if you’re in a car that’s just been rear-ended. But it happens again. And then again.
“Namjoon, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is happening—“ Your hands are curled tightly around the straps that hold you in your seat, the material digging deeply into your palms as you pray that what little food you have consumed today stays down.
“Damn it, I—“ Namjoon begins, the sound of his voice crackling in your ears. The sound fades in and out and you strain to hear him. “Fuck, brace — impact!”
“Namjoon!”
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chaiscentedcandle · 3 years
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Like You (George Weasley x fem!reader)
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: George Weasley
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/n can’t find anybody else like George
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil angsty, cursing, mentions of food, gets happy towards the end!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,461
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is inspired by my all time freaking favorite Doja Catsong, Streets, omg I love it, I also had a different idea for this song but as I was writing it just took a turn so I might write another one but it’ll be different, but anyways if you guys haven’t listened to Streets you should omgggg but you don’t have too!! Anyways I hope you guys like it!💗💗 I ONLY USED KATIE BELL AS DRAMA NO KATIE BELL SLANDER🤚🏼
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Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
To say Y/n love life was sad was kinda far behind it, sure he’s dated boys in the past before, but the feelings never stayed. She dated boys and not men because back then her judgement never got the best of her. She did feel bad that after only a few weeks of dating she questioned her feelings, they’d gone so soon but why?
Like you, like you
Send your location come through
I can’t sleep no more
In my head we belong
Y/n always felt like she was doing something wrong when she broke up with them, it wasn’t their fault she lost feelings she just....did. Dating is hard, it’s very hard and no one will tell you that, all these other people make it look easy and fun but it’s just the exact opposite.
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
I can’t sleep no more
In my head we belong
Maybe dating was hard because your soul knew the person your with is not the person you want to be with. Maybe it’s hard because deep down you know you won’t have a future with said person and it feels like waisted time. Maybe datings hard because the person you want to be with is with someone else.
These thoughts plagued Y/n and George at night. In each other’s head they belonged together.
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
Baby, we tried to fight it
We all been there some days
Sometimes it’s not just hard for one party, sometimes it’s hard for the other party as well. Because George has been in love with Y/n for as long as he could remember, his best friend, and it didn’t feel weird to be in love with her, he tried to push his feelings down, so far down that he couldn’t feel them, yet the feelings are too strong.
Thought I need something else
And acted like I was okay
We just had to work it out
And baby, I needed space
George thought maybe if he dated someone else things would be okay instead of acting like it was okay. He needed to work things out, he gave himself space from Y/n which not only left her confused but Fred as well, he tells everything to Fred so why is he distancing himself from her?.
So when he started dating Katie Bell, it didn’t feel right. Something in his gut told him it wasn’t right and he shouldn’t be doing it, but how could he tell his best friend he’s in love with her? She probably wasn’t even in love with him, he wasn’t even Katie’s first choice.
Ain't nobody 'round here wrong
You love all yours so far away
You're pouring your heart out
I'm acting like I knew
George and Katie’s relationship didn’t last long, he refused to kiss her and only wanted to hold her hand, anytime she’d try to find way to kiss him he’d make a silly excuse to slip away. After a few months they finally split, he couldn’t deny how he felt towards Y/n anymore, he’s been denying it too long.
Late at night he would create scenarios where he poured his heart out to Y/n and she acted like she knew already, his words were moving and he didn’t stumble over his words and they’d share a fiery kiss. Every night he wished something like that would happen.
You held me so down
So down I never grew, oh
I tried to find out
When none of them came through
Before George could confess his feelings for Y/n she also dated someone for a span of months, Adrian Pucey. Adrian Pucey was well known around the school, being on the Slytherin quidditch team had its perks, but Y/n never knew why he was well known for it, other people had been on the quidditch team.
Adrian Pucey put Y/n in a corner when he asked her to be his girlfriend in front of everyone at the great hall, Y/n was speechless for a moment, of course it had to be in front of everyone, if she said no she’d be seen as a heartless bitch. Y/n convinced herself that maybe since George had dated someone else she should too.
Their relationship lasted shorter then George and Katie’s. Adrian had no idea what to do with a relationship nor how to treat a women, he was cold and mean to Y/n, he always backed her into a corner and called her names when she didn’t agree with him, so in a flurry of emotions she broke up with him in front of a decent sized group of people. She felt like he had held her down, she’s a delicate flower who’s trying to blossom into a beautiful hibiscus but Adrian was a slug who was holding her down from growing.
And now I'm stuck in the middle
And baby had to pull me out, oh
Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
George was beyond aggravated when Adrian had asked Y/n out, his Y/n, Fred tried to talk to him later that day in the common room. “Y/n is her own person and can date whoever she wants” Fred told him, “yeah, but it’s angering too see her with some prat as Adrian Pucey”. Ron had butted into the conversation to joke and say that the twins roles had been reversed and one was acting like the other, alas he was told to shut up.
Before Y/n had broken up with Adrian he tried to figure out all the things wrong Adrian was doing, he could’ve made a bullet point list of a few pages from the things he picked up on. He brought them all to Y/n’s attention, she didn’t deny them because, well, she already knew. She had no idea why she was with him. She was more than grateful that George had helped pull her out from the middle.
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through (Yeah)
Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing
Now that they are both single George thought it would be a great time to tell Y/n how he feels, but it’s harder done than said. Anytime he’d find a lull in a conversation or comfortable silence he could feel his heart wanting to tell her, wearing to tell her but his mouth just wouldn’t move and his brain just wouldn’t function.
Y/n also wanted to tell George how she felt for so long but could never come to either, whenever they’d be apart from each other she’d have other students or friends come find her then tell her George was looking for her, he’s always looking for her. Y/n thought most of the guys at Hogwarts were just like Adrian, but when she left Adrian she realized there was many guys way different then Adrian, like George, he wasn’t like anyone she’s really seen and it took her this long to realize how rare he is.
And it's motherfuckin' scary
Tryna keep him 'cause I found him
Let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing
I could take you to the parents, then to Paris
Rumors began to spread that Katie was wanting George back, people said she was very sulky and quiet. Her friends said all she brought up was George and how annoying it was getting. “She spends most of her time talking about George, she’s had a few nights where all she talked about was him, it’s quite annoying actually” recalled one of her friends.
This made Y/n jealous. She tried to not get jealous but George had said he was done with Katie. Her mother always told her jealousy is bad medicine. Y/n couldn’t help the way she felt, she knows not to surprise feelings so she embraced it instead, she was jealous and she had a right to be. She waited this long, she didn’t want to share.
You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry
I'll put the ring on when you ready
We play our fantasies out in real life ways and
Y/n’s friend group who consisted of George, Fred, Lee, and Angelina had been talking about the situation in the Gryffindor common room, Y/n was slumped in a arm chair with her arms and legs crossed. She wasn’t pleased to hear the situation again, the students at Hogwarts grabbed onto any drama like a leech. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Angelina asked her, giving a glance to her then to the fire “I’m fine” she mumbled
No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?
You give me energy, make me feel lightweight
Like the birds of a feather, baby
We real life made for each other
The drama started to disperse, people started to find other things to talk about. Y/n finally felt like she could breathe and she didn’t have to hear someone mumbling about Katie and George. Of course it couldn’t last forever, at lunch everyone chatted about something in the Great Hall. Katie and her friends sat more towards the front of the table while Y/n and her friends sat more towards the middle, Y/n noticed how Katie couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering. Soon Fred picked up on what was happening.
“Oi! George! Looks like a certain someone can’t take her eyes off you” as soon as it passed Fred’s lips, Y/n had tightly gripped a piece of bread she had been eating, crunching sound from the crust and crumps falling to her plate. George nudged her “are you alright?” He asked,Y/n didn’t even look up “I’m fine, do I not look fine?” She snapped. George hadn’t said another word.
Y/n felt like she was stuck in a game she’s meant to lose. To her luck, Katie came wondering over to their part of the table, you could tell she was nervous and she was playing with her fingers. She stopped in front of George “u-uhm, George?” She said quietly, almost to quiet. George looked up from his plate, meeting her eyes “yes?” He said confused. Katie played with her fingers more “i....I just wanted to say that, uhm....I miss you, quite a bit actually” she tucked her hair behind her ear and casted her gaze to the floor “and I was wondering if we could possibly....try again?” George was speechless, and shocked, sure Katie is a nice girl but she’s not his, not when his flower is sitting next to him, clearly seething. However, George didn’t want to embarrass her by saying no, he didn’t want to embarrass her like that. “Uhm...I’ll-I’ll think about it” Katie gave a silent “okay!” With a smile and walked back to her spot, a slight skip in her step.
This only aggravated Y/n more, why couldn’t George be the one to give her so much energy from just a single glance that made her head spin, why wouldn’t he make Y/n feel weightless. Why couldn’t they be birds of a feather?, maybe thinking they were made for each other didn’t really mean they were.
And it's hard to keep my cool
When other bitches tryna get with my dude and
When other chickens tryna get in my coop
'Cause you're a one in a million
There ain’t no man like you
Y/n didn’t want to cause a scene but it didn’t take a fool to notice how affected she was by what Katie had done, especially George’s response. Grabbing her bag, she stood up from her seat hastily and speed walked out of the Great Hall. Her cold and hard stare could send shivers down your spine, she looked like she was ready to exploded any second.
Maybe it was just her head telling her that George was hers, they hadn’t really talked about it for that matter. George had watched her leave the Great Hall, he kept his eyes in the direction she left still, his lips pressed into a fine line, his brain was running around with what he should do. He didn’t move until Hermione said something “well, what are you doing? Go after her!” He didn’t give it a second thought and was out the door.
It wasn’t long before George found Y/n at a spot over looking the Great Lake. Her elbow rested on a ledge with her chin in her hand, she looked a little more calm. George stood next to her, Y/n glanced at him then back to the lake. “What’s wrong?” George said, Y/n gave him another quick glance before she spoke “I thought you said you were done with Katie Bell” she had nothing against Katie, not really, she was just jealous. “I am” George said, Y/n rolled her eyes “didn’t look like it” she replied. Y/n didn’t want to hear it anymore, she turned on her heel to leave but only making a few steps before George grabbed her arms and turned her towards him “I don’t love her!” George said defensively “why are you so jealous anyways?” Y/n scoffed, she wasn’t going to admit she was jealous “I’m not jealous” she mumbled “yes, you are! Why are you jealous?” He repeated “because you’re one in a million! There’s no man like you! I want you for myself” Y/n spoke before she could think.
Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Y/n and George couldn’t believe what she had said, George often doubted himself but to hear that from someone he loves. It was refreshing. “I don’t love her” George said again “I love you” the tension was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. One was waiting for the other to do something. Y/n’s hands had been shaking a little, George was playing with his pointer finger and staring at his shoes, it was so unreal to them that they both were dumb enough to not see they both fancied each other.
Slowly Y/n took a few steps forward, she wrapped her arms around George’s neck and pulled him in. He buried his face in her neck “it was hard to find someone like you, and I don’t want to let you go” Y/n whispered “I don’t want to let you go either” George added. They both pulled away to look at each other, looking each other in the eyes to find something. George placed a soft kiss on Y/n’s forehead then placed his on hers. Finally they got to have each other.
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aaliyahnicole · 2 years
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Luxor: Alpha + Omega Tracklist
“LUXOR: Alpha is the first installment of this two part series I created. A cool fun fact is that I actually wanted the project to be a full 14 track album simply titled ‘Luxor’ but after budgeting and analysis of my current audience it served me best to split it into two. This world I created — a heaven on earth, if you will — is a place for my angels to escape and come out renewed at the end of the experience. Whether it be me uplifting your spirits with a symphony of positive affirmations or reminding you of your worth through trappy ballads; if I made the listener feel something…anything…I’ve done my job. Heaven is your state of mind and I just want to assist people with freeing it.”
LUXOR
The title track was largely inspired by the Black panther movie. WAKANDA FOREVER! I wanted to create an anthem that I envisioned could be on the film’s soundtrack. My goal is to spread as much love and light as possible because darkness is far too easy to come by.
ARCADIUM
Strange is normal where I’m from so I wanted to make a chant song of sorts for all my alternative black girls out there. It’s not a gender specific song but it is a call to action to put on your best fit, go outside, attack the world and slay. Love is the driving force for everything I do so I aim to embody that in all aspects of my life if I can so help it and I want to teach my angels how to do this too.
GRAPES
Grapes was a collaboration with an amazing singer and songwriter, Sandy Scribbles. We initially sat down for a writing session and this particular song was one out of many that I had to have for myself. She wrote the first verse and I came in and dropped the hook and the second verse.
Own me
Own me was one of the first records I recorded on my solo musical journey. I paid for the beat and the studio session myself and went and just laid down this record with the sole intention of making an R&B pop hit with a positive message. I feel I did just that.
blvck
“May be dark but light’s within” is the theme of this song. It’s disguised as a fashion anthem but if one were to really dissect the lyrics, they would find a deeper meaning.
ultra soul
Ultra Soul is my baby and it is a song that is dear to my heart. While I was recording it, the engineer said I sounded like Aaliyah and although I had no choice but agree. I do find the Aaliyah comparisons flattering but I definitely intend to create a legacy of my own. May her soul rest in peace…I miss her more than you’ll ever know, ever know.
trophy
Trophy is my female ‘fuck you’ anthem and I do not if the boys can contain the fire that is represented in this track. I chose this track to be the first visual to my EP and you can view the trailer below.
that one
That One is my happy song, my family cookout song, my go to song to explain how I feel when I have a new crush and I’m able to land him.
wavy
Wavy is this amazing old school jazz feel of a record borrowing a few lines from the smash hit “Let’s Get Away” by T.I.
I wanted the record to feel like the sequel to Beyonce’s “Rocket,” where you’re talking that shit to your man and you’re just tryna get wavy baby. It’s also my take on the infamous Austin Powers phrase, “Do I make you randy, baby?"!”
honey
Honey was made after a night out with my team and we went back to one of my musical colleague’s home and decided to make a few tracks and what used to be titled “Angel” but later changed to Honey. It was meant to be a fun, cute light record and it involved into this musical masterpiece with the help of one of my favorite producers, Eyezlow.
the devil’s business
I created this song at 3 o’clock in the morning and I was super in my feelings. I’ve been hurt a lot and I needed to release that negative energy in a positive way. I asked my friend to help me record this song and The Devil’s Business was born. I wanted it to have the same mood as “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster the People but with a hint of Billie Eillish’s vibes. I did want the title to be unorthodox and it does make me cringe at times but I wanted to reclaim the power from the word devil. Everyone is fighting demons and I wanted to showcase how I interpret my pain into something beautiful, into art.
anemic
I made this song after I broke up with my ex boyfriend. It was the last song we made together as a sign of peace. Even though our relationship was toxic
life’s good
With an awesome Biggie reference to carry the track followed by a Beyonce one to lead the second verse, Life’s Good is a feel good southern anthem that I wanted to create to round out my project. I wanted a record chanting positive affirmation to my angels so they can have a soundtrack to celebrate life to.
butterflies
I heal up like a butterfly, spread my wings and touch the sky. I went through a lot in the past 3 years yet I managed to come out on the other side of that with a burning fire of determination in my belly. I wanted to end this era with a healing symphony so my angels can hear the growth outside of the tribulations I’ve experienced. Despite this being one of my delayed and messiest rollouts, I wanted to end the journey with a banger. Touching on my Panamanian roots and throwing in a bit of Spanish gives the record a romantic latin feel expressing the language of a woman’s heart. Butterflies is my baby and I created it with the sole intention of healing from my trauma.
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On The Dashboard
I was inspired by The Hate You Give for some reason so enjoy. Imma keep it short and hot melo is broke asf with two kids tryna make it out💀
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Melo Pov
“Their only nine and ten are you sure?“ My wife Adeya asked. “It’s bound to happen we short on rent so we can’t move right now, this neighborhood ain’t it“ I sighed leaning back in my chair. “If you are ever pulled over you put ya hand on th dashboard spread them likes this and if you are ever in the backseat put them on the drivers head rest.“ I sat my hands on the table spreaded apart “Like this?”. Amara my youngest daughter showed me her hands. “Just like that.“I nodded “Don’t you think their too young?“ Adeya said softly.”Im not gon be here forever and neither are you, it has to be done.” She just shook her head. ”Do you guys know what the Black Panther Party is?” 
Tyler’s face lit up.”The Black Panther Party, originally the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense, was a Black Power political organization founded by college students Bobby Seale and Huey P. Newton in October 1966 in Oakland, California” She flipped her braids over her shoulder. “Yes very good there is power in your skin and in your name.“ I sat up, “Amani yo name’s origin is Swahili meaning peace, Amara yo name has many meanings but don’t take that shit for granted” Adeya stomped my foot, “Stuff don’t take that stuff for granted. In Italian, the name Amara means bitter In the Igbo language, which is spoken in Nigeria and other parts of Africa, the name means grace. And in Sanskrit, the language of ancient India, Amara means  deathless or immortal.“ A little far flashed over her face at the word deathless.”What do you mean by deathless.?“ Her eyebrows furrowed just like her mother’s when she grew confused, her eyes twinkled with wonder.
”I don’t know, you choose what part about you wants to be deathless.It could be your name, your legacy, your smile, anything.“ Amani looked a little jealous. “Amani not all power is in numbers, Didn’t you run for Vice president at your school by yourself, you didn’t have a manager but you still won. Your the fist evr black student to win. It may not seem lik much, but its worth more than you think.” I lifted her head up she smiled, her smile the same smile that plasters on my face each day. “A good friend of your mom and I who passed Lexii Alija, always told your mother this; If you want something, you gotta go after it.  And that's gon' make you the baddest bitch 'cause ain't nobody hand you shit” A tear slipped down Adeya’s face causing me to wipe it away. “What do you think that means?“ I rubbed my gotee. “I think it means that because tomorrow isn’t promised, not everything is going to be handed to you and you have to work hard for what you want and how you go get it“ Amani spoke with passion in her voice. “Yes now remember everything we talked about.“
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7 years later
Amani Pov
“shit mara we got 12 on un I gotta pull over.“ I pulled over to the side of the road getting my license and registration and  “hands on the dashboard like pops taught us, Sasha roll your window down and put your hands on my head rest” I told Amara and our friend Sasha. “Ma’am can I have your license and registration?“ He shined the flashlight in my eyes. “Why you flashing that in ha eyes it daylight“ Sasha said.”Listen if you don’t wanna end up like Treyvon Martin I suggest you be quite“ I grunted. “I apologize officer is it okay if I move my hands to grab it?“ I asked steadying my breathing “Yes“ he hummed stand off-ish.
I grabbed it off the dashboard and handed to him. As he walked away Amara mumbled something. “What?” I grew confused “122. His badge number” She nodded ahead.”I’m sorry for the trouble, a white Cullinan was stolen on yours was the first I seen so I pulled you over have a nice day.” He handed me everything I needed. Pulling back into the driveway I saw mom and pops walking up to us teary eyed.”You wassup with yall?” I asked and laughed onc mom flashed her diamond ring all in my face.”Ya hot girl is married boo” She swung her natural brown hair. “Pops we got pulled over” Amar hopped out the car slamming my door.”when you ride in ya own car slam yo own damn door, this Cullinan won’t cheap” I flipped her off earning a laugh. “What happened” Pops asked as me an Sasha got out the car giving our hugs.”Nothing really a white Cullinan got stolen and mine was the first he saw.” I got a basketball shooting a three. “We did what we were told and nobody’s dead so we all good” I laughed.
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Everyday we stray further from god’s light...jk jk
I said I was ok with most nsfw and now I’m gonna live up to that claim so here we go!!!
Btw I checked Bad Dragon’s website and they actually have a model called “Demon Dick” so uhh….yeah….
For some reason “keep reading” was messing with the format so I had to repost this. I didn’t include any pictures but I did include links to what I think the boys might look like down there based on the models they had so proceed at your own risk!!
(Side note: I only had shape in mind while I was choosing these bc some of those colors really be wild. Also I’d like to imagine they’re all “extra large” sized)
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That night, Lucifer called you into his room for a little “chat.” What was supposed to be a discussion of the student exchange program quickly escalated into something else as you found yourself unable to pull away from his lips as he trapped you in his embrace. It wasn’t long before he moved to the bed, sat down, and shifted his legs apart making it very clear what he wanted next. Now you were on your knees frantically trying to undo Lucifer’s belt while he looked down at you, smirking at how needy you’ve become. After pulling his trousers down to his ankles you made quick work of his boxers moving them down just as eagerly until....you saw it. You thought that since Lucifer looked mostly human the rest of him would look human as well but you were wrong. Not only was he longer and thicker than anything you’ve seen before but his shape was also…well...unique. After staring at it for a good few seconds he moved your face closer by gently nudging your head forward. The action only made you jolt and scoot a good three feet back.
“Lucifer, I love you but I’m not putting that anywhere near my mouth” you say as you slowly take a step back.
“And why is that? Too big for a human?” his eyebrows furrowed as you took another step.
“Too big f- YOUR DICK IS THICKER THAN A SODA CAN DO YOU WANT ME TO CHOKE???”
“......”
He stayed silent as he watched you slip out of his room, too shocked and embarrassed by your response to go after you. He didn’t think being “too big” was ever going to be a problem for him until now.
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Even though he had his own room Mammon insisted on staying in your room again, going on about how it was an “honor” to have him sleep over. You were starting to get tired of his little act so you decided to shut him up with a kiss. To your credit it did work for a good two seconds before he retaliated by pulling you into a kiss on his own. Soon your hands started to wander up his shirt and while he shivered at your touch he followed your lead and did the same. The kiss was messy but full of passion. Once you pulled apart Mammon carried you over to your bed, plopping you down onto the sheets as he fell on top of you. You knew exactly where this was going so you started to strip once you landed on the sheets. After you threw your clothes to the side you started helping Mammon with his belt. He kicked his pants off then his boxers and as you looked down you almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He was definitely bigger than a human and the bumps and ridges along his shaft didn’t seem like they were going to make it any easier for you to take him in. Mammon started to get embarrassed from your staring his skin turning a dark shade of red.
“Quit starin at me like that! W-What are you tryna say I’m small or something cus I’m no-”
“Oh you are anything but small Mammon. Quite the opposite actually. I just...I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m out...”
“What do you mean you’re out? This is your room where are you going??”
That night you stayed in Mammon’s room while he was left to contemplate his life in your room. Well at least you thought he was big so that’s….partially a win right?
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That night, Leviathan invited you over to read some new manga he got from Akuzon. It received a lot of hype before its release so he was looking forward to reading it with you. When you stepped into his room he handed you a copy of the latest volume in the series and let you sit on his bed while he plopped himself into a bean bag. You laid on your stomach turning page after page but after a while you noticed a pair of eyes spying on you as you rested on the sheets. Levi kept peeking up from his book to take glances at you so you shot him a glance and a smile back making him look away in embarrassment. Deciding the manga could wait, you made your way over to Levi, gently moving the book out of his hands to lean in for a kiss. He was shy but he didn’t seem to resist as he let his hands comb through your hair and wander down your back. Wanting to speed things up you crouched down between his legs and undid his belt and pants zipper before palming him through his boxers. Levi shuddered at the contact but froze completely when you pulled down his boxers altogether. Aside from his impressive size the shape of his cock was definitely different from a human’s.
“Levi...you uhhh-”
“I know”
“It’s umm...”
“Yeah”
“It looks-”
“I GET IT!!!! IT LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING YOU’D SEE FROM A HENTAI NOW STOP STARING!!!!!”
Both of you sat there for a moment trying to diffuse the awkward situation until you decided to break the silence. “Well it’s still not as bad as tentacles right?”
You were forcibly removed from Levi’s room.
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You had a test coming up soon and luckily Satan was generous enough to help you study for it. The both of you were seated in the farthest corner of the library to avoid any noise or disturbances from the other visitors. You were able to make great progress with his help but after three hours of cramming you needed a break. Since the two of you were alone with pretty much no one else around to see or hear your shenanigans, you decided to see just how far you could push the demon sitting beside you. Your eyes were trained on your textbook but your hand slipped under the table stroking Satan’s thigh slowly before moving up between his legs. Normally he would have protested by now but it seems that Satan was just as in need of a break as you were. He shifted closer to you making it easier to undo his belt and zipper. You stroked him through his boxers for a bit before pulling them down to his thighs to get a good look at what was underneath. You almost did a double take once you noticed not only the ungodly size of his dick but also the curves and ridges around his head and shaft. Without a word you slid his boxers back up, zipped his pants, and buckled his belt before turning back to the book you left on the table and pretending you saw nothing, unwilling to even look Satan in the eyes after what you just saw.
“Uhhh why did you jus-”
“Wow! This question is pretty hard what did you get for number six again?”
“MC you didn’t answer my-”
“Were we supposed to read pages 134 to 145 or was it 150 to 166?”
“MC!!!!!”
“Shhhh! Satan we’re in a library it's rude to yell”
This went on for a while until the two of you eventually went back to studying, forgetting the events that previously unfolded.
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You and Asmo had the day off so you spent it at the mall. After getting your hair and nails done at a salon the two of you went to Majolish to find some new outfits. You searched through racks of clothing until your cart was full but before you could buy anything you had to make sure they fit first. As you brought your clothes into the dressing room you pulled on the door but before it could shut you felt a hand stop it mid-swing, preventing it from closing. It was Asmo. He held his pointer finger against his lips to quiet you before slipping into the cramped stall with you. “Today’s been great and all MC but how about we make it even better?” his warm breath tickled your ear as he whispered but that didn’t stop you from nodding in agreement with his desires. There was a chance someone could spot you so you both tried to speed things up before someone noticed. You removed your shirt and guided Asmo’s hands back to your chest letting him play with your nipples while you palmed him through his pants. Neither of you could wait any longer so you got on your knees and started removing his pants and boxers. You were prepared to fuck but you weren’t prepared to see....that. For the Avatar of Lust his cock was certainly intimidating in both size and shape. It wasn’t quite human in appearance either which was pretty evident at first glance.
“Alright MC now just- hey wait! Where are you going?? MC?!?!!”
Before you could even think about how to fit his cock inside of you, you grabbed your shirt, slipped it back on, and sprint-walked out of the dressing room as quickly and quietly as you could, leaving Asmo behind.
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There was no doubt about it. Beelzebub was one of the biggest and strongest among the brothers but you wanted to see for yourself just how “big” he could really get. After dinner that night, you slipped into Beel’s room with a bowl of ice cream you snuck from the kitchen. You offered to give him some with the condition that you got to feed him. Needless to say he agreed and was honestly enjoying himself until you “accidentally” shifted causing the bowl to slip out of your hands and the ice cream to spill onto your chest and shirt. Beel looked sad for a second because of his ice cream but after seeing the smirk that was slowly spreading across your face he soon understood everything. “You were planning this weren’t you?” Your smirk only grew larger once you heard those words. “Well since my shirt is dirty I might as well take it off~” you lifted your shirt over your head and threw it into the corner of the room leaving your chest exposed, some melted ice cream still dripping down your skin. Beel licked his lips before leaning in to taste you, letting his tongue roam over every curve. Before he moved down between your legs you decided you wanted to get a taste of him too so you pushed him onto his back and started undoing his belt and zipper before eagerly sliding down his pants and boxers. Your jaw almost hit the floor. You knew he was big but this? This was insane!! You couldn’t even wrap your hand around his shaft completely!!! And as if his size wasn’t intimidating enough he also had bumps and ridges along the sides of his cock too!! Your body was ready to nope the fuck out of there so without thinking you slipped your stained shirt back on and found yourself ready to exit Beel’s room, hand already on the door knob.
“Uhh MC? Where are you going? I’m right here!” Beel was still on his back confused as all heck.
“I’m just….gonna get you a replacement ice cream I’ll be back...”
Once you shut the door Beel could have sworn he heard the sound of sprinting. He didn’t see you for the rest of the night but he did find a bowl of ice cream at his doorstep.
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You knew Belphegor hated being woken up more than anything but you hoped that he would make an exception just this once. He didn’t seem opposed to sharing the bed either out of fondness for you or from being too tired to care. You curled yourself around him, nuzzling his back while your hands slowly traveled up his shirt. Your fingers eventually worked their way up to play with his chest and nipples. Belphegor couldn’t ignore your presence anymore so instead he was going to make sure you made it worth his time. He rolled over onto his back and positioned you so you would be on top of him. Belphegor wasn’t usually the type to rush sex but he was exhausted after going through classes that day and the fact that you woke him up wasn’t exactly a good thing either. Not wanting to waste much time he grabbed your waist and started grinding against you only stopping for a moment to remove his pants and boxers. You were about to lower yourself onto him until you noticed just how big he was. His length and girth were above that of a human, not to mention he had a number of bumps and ridges along his shaft. There was no way you were about to impale yourself on that so instead you rolled off of him and wrapped yourself in a blanket burrito with your face turned away from him.
“Y’know Belphie it's late, your tired, I’m tired, maybe we should just go sleep RIGHT NOW ”
“Wha- after you spent all that time trying to-mMPH!!” you threw a pillow at his face denying him the chance to finish his sentence.
“CAN’T HEAR YOU I’M SLEEPING!!!!”
Belphie was confused and irritated that you riled him up for nothing but at least he could sleep now.
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free-pool-trash · 4 years
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folklore - isaac lahey {4/?}
part 4!! Hope you guys are liking this so far :) PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!! 
platonic stiles, derek and scott x reader in this part too :)
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warnings: blood, blood sucking? lmao idk, swearing i think that’s it? let me know if i missed anything <33
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“You’re sure about this?” Stiles rolled his eyes at the question, the same question you’d asked four times already. Letting out a dramatic sigh the boy looked you dead in the eyes, “For the fifth time, yes! Now hurry up and stick your needle teeth in me before I change my mind.” 
A nervous giggle left your mouth before your could stop it and you grabbed the knife you’d brought with you from home out of the pocket of your jacket, looking at Stiles with an apologetic smile you gently pulled his wrist toward you, “I won’t actually get my fangs until after I feed…” You reminded softly, eyes searching his for any sign of uncertainty. 
You were currently sat in the passenger's seat of Stiles’ jeep, the sarcastic boy himself sat beside you in the driver’s seat, both of you had your seat belts unbuckled and your bodies turned towards each other as best you could in the confined space of the jeep that was parked on the outskirts of the woods.
The only feeling in your chest that didn’t belong to you was the nervousness that Stiles assured you was just due to the fact that he was alone in his car with a pretty girl and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was about to give a baby vampire her first taste of human blood. It was a good thing that Stiles had agreed to your request, though. To be honest you weren’t sure why he’d said yes but you were grateful nonetheless.
 Deaton had made it clear that in order for your transition to be as seamless as possible you’d need to feed on a human who didn’t share your bloodline, which obviously eliminated your parents from the running as well as Scott and Derek since neither of them are technically human. That left you with a choice to make between Isaac and Stiles and considering your decision to keep Isaac out of it, your options were limited.
Thankfully Stiles had responded to your text message of “I really need a favour” quickly and didn’t ask too many questions, he’d mentioned he would rather have you drink his blood than die and you couldn’t lie you were kind of moved by it. Who knew the sarcastic Stiles Stilinski was a sweetheart?
“Oh so we’re using a kitchen knife...fun. Very sanitary.” He commented, eyeing the knife with displeasure obvious on his face and in your chest. You offered him another apologetic smile and tried your best to send a wave of calmness his way- already having started learning how to use your empathic abilities.
When he let out a relaxed sigh, closed his eyes and let his buzzcut head fall back against his head rest you brought the knife to his skin. You cut quickly and as shallow as possible, wincing while he let out a hiss.
Blood oozed from the cut you’d created and suddenly it was as though the rest of the world had simply dulled around you, you could hear Stiles’ heart beat beating like a drum and every single drop of rushing blood sounded in your eyes. Throwing him one last questioning glance you waited until he nodded his head for you to go on before you cautiously raised his wrist to your lips, holding it with both hands and swallowing the saliva that had built up in your mouth at the sight of the red liquid.
Bracing yourself for what would happen next you took a deep breath in. Slowly, you opened your mouth and placed it over the cut you’d made on his pale skin, the taste of metal filled your mouth but it didn’t repulse you like it should have, it tasted good… incredible even. A hum of approval left your throat only to be muffled by an approving sound of his own coming from Stiles.
When you disconnected from his wrist to look at him your eyes widened, he looked absolutely blissed out. Head thrown back against the car seat and a dopey smile on his lips while half lidded eyes stared back at you.
“Are you okay?” You asked him in panic. How were you going to tell Scott that you broke his best friend?
Stiles nodded, his smile only growing as he giggled out his answer, “That felt really good. Really good.” He drawled out his words and you had to laugh, hoping to god that a vampire bite had some kind of euphoric effect and that Stiles didn’t just have some weird blood sucking kink. Although come to think of it you hadn’t actually bit him…
Shaking the thoughts off you sat with Stiles on the outskirts of the forest and waited for him to come down from his high so you could ask him what exactly had happened. After a solid forty-five minutes of staring out into the woods dozily and babbling nonsense as if he’d just smoked an unhealthy amount of weed, the boy beside you finally sobered up.
The first thing he did was look at you with wide eyes, “That- That was awesome.” 
“You were kinda gone for a minute there, I was worried I broke you.” You laughed, the noise dying in your throat as he shook his head frantically.
“No! It was like- like I actually don’t know… but when you started drinking it felt like something was injected into my bloodstream! It was like a drug or something, I swear.” He explained excitedly, the positive energy spreading to your chest and forcing a wide smile to grow on your lips.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling when you let out a hearty laugh. You shrugged casually, an innocent smile playing on your lips that were still stained red with Stiles’ blood, “I guess you were a pretty tasty midnight snack.”
*
Deaton hadn’t lied when he told you that your fangs growing in would be painful, you’d spent the entire night rolling around your bed in agony after you parted with Stiles. It wasn’t until the sunlight peaked through your curtains that morning that you were finally able to catch your breath, your teeth looking normal as you inspected them in the mirror, only forming fangs when you made an effort to bare them. When you met your own gaze in the mirror you played around with your newest feature, eyes widening as you realized that while you changed your teeth, something else changed too- your eyes. As you barred your fangs your eyes shifted from their usual colour to a glowing lilac purple. A shocked gasp left your lips and your brows furrowed in confusion. 
Vampirism seemed to be full of surprises and even still the most shocking thing about your reflection was how undeniably tired you looked. Staying up all night in unbearable pain would do that to you, you supposed sighing heavily and getting yourself ready for the day ahead.
“Hey kiddo.” Your father greeted, not looking up from the book he was reading as you entered the kitchen with your school bag thrown over your shoulder.
Leaning over his shoulder to see what he’d been looking at you let out a laugh when you saw the word written on the top of the page in a gothic black font; Vampyr.
“Some light reading, huh?” You asked teasingly, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and leaning against it while you waited for a response. 
The man let out a huff before shutting the book and throwing his head back dramatically, greying hair falling in his eyes as he did. “Just tryna figure out everything we can about your new lifestyle.”
A small laugh left your mouth as you made your way out of the kitchen, “Blood sucking and superhuman abilities, what’s more to know?” You called sarcastically, shutting the front door and climbing into your car.
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School was loud at the best of times, even before being bitten you could barely stand it especially in the mornings, adding your enhanced hearing and total lack of sleep to the mix seemed like a recipe for disaster. You were ripped from your thoughts when a hand landed on your shoulder, “Oh hey, guys.” You muttered when you looked up from the ground to see Scott and Stiles looking at you with what looked like slight concern, with so many people around it was hard to tune in on what they were actually feeling. 
“You look terrible.” Stiles stated bluntly, receiving a light kick in the shin from you, “Yeah well your stupid blood activated my fangs and I was up all night in pain while they grew in.” You grumbled, giving him another light kick for good measure.
Scott chuckled before speaking up, “How did feeding go?” 
Before you could answer Stiles was already blabbering excitedly, “Dude! You have to let her bite you it’s like… other worldly!” Your eyes rolled at how over dramatic he made the whole situation sound, sure his blood had been incredible and your bite had put him in a state of pure bliss but for all you knew that could’ve just been a one time thing. Scott stared at Stiles with a suspicious look on his face as the two began to argue playfully, stopping once you cut in, “Alright you too, I’m gonna head to my locker. Stiles try not to think too much about how other worldly I am.” You teased with a wink before walking away.
Isaac had been watching the entire encounter, he’d seen you the second you walked in, he’d seen the way you laughed and chatted with the boys you were seemingly growing closer with and he definitely didn’t miss the wink you threw towards Stilinski before you began walking towards him. He wondered if he wasn’t in the picture would you be better off? His mind torturing him with that fact that since you were placed into different home rooms this year you’d already made a number of new friends. Maybe he was holding you back?
“Whatcha worrying about, Lahey?” Your soft voice shook him out of his quickly self degrading train of thought and when his eyes met yours all worries about himself went away as he focused solely on you and your tired eyes. 
“You…” He told you, eyes trailing over your face before coming back to your eyes. “Are you not sleeping?” He asked, concern dripping from every word. His hand found yours and you simply nodded your head, there was no point in lying to him about it when you knew damn well you were probably going to pass out at some point during the day.
“It was just last night, I had a really bad toothache.” Technically it wasn’t a lie and by the way his eyes glanced over your puffier than normal cheeks you knew he believed you.  
Isaac nodded his head, keeping his soft grip on your hand as he looked at you for a moment longer, “You sure here’s the best place to be?” He fretted, his eyebrows coming to a furrow. Worry began to build up in your chest along with every other feeling being felt by every other hormonal teenager who walked the halls. They crashed over you in waves, one after the other and relentlessly leading you to seriously consider Isaac’s question.
“(Y/n) I think you should go home, you’ve got the same look on your face as you did that night in the hospital…” Isaac pointed out as he let go of your hand.
Even though he was standing right in front of you, again like that night in the hospital, his voice sounded distant. Instead of excessive noise this time it was overwhelming emotions clouding your mind and as opposed to ringing in your ears all you could feel was a volcano of feelings threatening to erupt in your chest. There seemed to be something about Isaac- it was like he triggered your powers, whenever he was with you they were at their strongest and you didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing. 
As his hand slipped out of yours you felt yourself pulling it back to you as quickly as possible without triggering your new vampire speed, because while Isaac triggered you- you felt as though he was also the only thing stopping you from losing control.
“Hey, you ok?” His voice sounded again, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to gain some kind of leverage over the car crash of emotions flooding your every breath, you took a deep breath before you opened your eyes, locking your gaze with Isacc’s.
His eyebrows were furrowed together and the amount of concern he held for you in the moment would’ve warmed your heart if it wasn’t already crushing it. “I think I should wait a few more days.” You reasoned out loud, nodding your head mirroring Isaac as he nodded in agreement, adjusting your grip on his hand so you weren’t just grabbing on to it. He intertwined his fingers with your own and led you towards the school doors muttering, “Give me your keys, I’ll take you home.”
“If you miss school you’ll get in trouble.” You reminded him weakly, fatigue getting the best of you as you leaned against his side for support, not seeing him shake his head, “Nah, he won’t be mad if it’s about you. Didn’t touch me the whole time you were in hospital.” Isaac informed you as he snatched your car keys out of your jacket pocket himself, trying to fight a grin at the dopey look on your face as you stared up at him.
“He didn’t?” You questioned when the pressure in your chest began to release, only when you moved your gaze away from your best friend’s face did you notice that he had already brought you to your car, he opened the passenger side door and looked at you expectantly, motioning for you to get in, “Come on, sleepy head. Get in the car.” With a sigh of defeat you plopped yourself into the seat, watching as Isaac shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side, quickly hopping in and leaving the school grounds so you wouldn’t get written up.
“Nope. Said he didn’t want me stressing you out with my ‘little accidents’” He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke and you tried your best not to make your staring too obvious. It was a rare sight though, seeing him with no scrapes or bruises, you liked it a lot. At least it meant he wasn’t hurting physically.
“Maybe I should get injured more often then.” You told him tiredly, head beginning to lull, soothed by the warm feeling spreading across your chest
Isaac laughed humorlessly, glancing at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him, “Honestly I’d rather get beaten black and blue than see you hurt for another second.”
The warmth in your chest only grew as you gazed at him, “I could say the same.” He laughed again only this time it was sweet, “How about we both try not to get our asses handed to us?” 
As the words left his mouth the car had pulled into your driveway, your mother’s car was out of sight and your father would’ve left for work by now so it seemed that you and Isaac would have the place to yourselves.
When you got inside you dropped your bag on the hallway floor and made a beeline towards the stairs, waiting for your best friend to follow you as he usually did only this time he didn’t move. Isaac stood rigidly in the doorway, his teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheeks as indecisiveness radiated off his form.
“Come on, I know you didn’t ditch school just to drop me home…” You tried to lighten the mood but your words only confused him further. He only stares at you in contemplation, his teeth moving to chew on his bottom lip. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice dripping with concern.
Little did you know his mind was running wild with the same thoughts that had plagued him earlier that morning, maybe you didn’t want him with you… maybe you would’ve preferred Scott or even Stilinski. Before he could apply any sort of logic to the thoughts his mouth started moving, “Do you want me to stay? It’s fine if you’d rather- I don’t know call Scott or something?”
You felt bad for laughing, you really did but the question definitely had not been what you were expecting, his jealousy towards Scott and even Stiles was clear as day but you didn’t realize he was so blinded by it. “Isaac, I love you so much but that is the worst suggestion you’ve made all day.” You told him through a laugh, moving from the stairs back to the front door, shutting it after you pulled Isaac inside and looked him in the eyes.
Drowsily you placed both of your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, Scott and Stiles are great” You started, pausing to squish his cheeks together to drive you point as you finished, “But they’re not you.” Isaac smiled down at you sweetly, escaping your grasp to pull you against him in a hug and once again that warm feeling flooded your chest again. It was different that the others you’d felt so far, the others seemed to sit on your chest or weighed it down, but this feeling felt as though it was simply floating over it, it wasn’t heavy or overwhelming but light and comforting. You sunk into it for a second, eyes falling shut as you let out a hum of approval when Isaac’s grip around you tightened ever so slightly.
Pulling yourself away before you fell asleep right where you stood you grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs, “Alright dumbass, I need a nap we can cuddle upstairs.” You grumbled only to have him laugh and push your shoulder playfully, “You’re the worst, (L/n)”
“Mhm, and don’t you forget it, Lahey.”
*
“Call her. Now.” Derek growled out at Stiles demandingly causing him to throw his arms in the air in frustration, “And what’s she gonna do about it? Huh? Suck your blood?” Stiles retorted, sarcastically.
“No,” The older man once again growled, “She can heal it. Now, call her.”
“You suck, you know that right?” Stiles mumbled as Derek ignored him, clutching his arm in pain as the boy with the buzzcut finally began to dial your number.
After a minute, Stiles lowered the phone from his ear, “She’s not answering.”
“Then call her again.” 
*
You groaned into Isaac’s shoulder as your phone rang for the fifth time waking you from your longer than intended nap, groggily you grabbed your phone from behind you on the night stand as best you could without removing yourself from Isaac.
Finally grabbing hold of it you held it to your ear, not bothering to check the caller ID before answering, “Hello?”
“Finally. (Y/n) listen to me-” Your face contorted in confusion at the sound of the frantic voice on the other line, “Derek?” You questioned, still half asleep and Isaac’s hand running through your hair didn’t help with the matter of waking you up.
“Yes, (Y/n) it’s Derek-” “And Stiles!” “Shut up!”
You couldn’t help but wince at the volume of their voices, finally sitting up, “Both of you shut up. What do you want?” You grumbled crankily.
“Allison’s aunt shot me.” Derek told you bluntly causing your eyes to widen and your voice to pitch, “What? Are you okay?”
“I need your help.” He admitted causing your shock to grow significantly, “How the hell am I supposed to help?” You asked panicked, trying to calm your beating heart when it dawned on you that your best friend was right beside you.
Stiles voice cut in this time, sounding just as frustrated, if not more, than Derek, “Do you have to be so cryptic all the time? God. (Y/n) I’m taking him to Deaton’s okay? The pet clinic. Just meet us there alright?”
“Okay, got it.” You sighed, quickly hanging up and jumping out of your comfortable bed, letting out a laugh when you noticed the sun had long since set, you must’ve been asleep for hours.
“You ok?” Isaac asked. Standing now too.
“Yeah, Derek needs me for something.” You told him, irritation clear on your face. “I’ll drive you home.” You sighed and gave the boy an apologetic smile,
*
Hurriedly you made your way into the pet clinic after dropping Isaac off, eyes widening at the state Derek was in, “Jesus, you really got shot, huh?”
The wolf nodded with an insincere smile on his face, eyes narrowed in your direction, “Yes. Now come here, I need your blood.” Derek demanded, rolling his eyes when you recoiled in disgust, “Come again?”
Derek sighed impatiently, only bothering to give you a half assed explanation, “The bullet that shot me has a toxin in it, vampire blood will stop it long enough for Scott to get here.” He grabbed your wrist and pushed it toward your mouth, “Bite.” He instructed, hesitantly you bore your fangs, eyes flashing in the process, and bit into your wrist, wincing as you broke the skin before you removed your fangs and held the limb toward Derek who immediately attached his lips to the bleeding area, “Gross…” You murmured, scrunching up your nose as Stiles looked at the scene with as much distaste as you.
When he was finally done with your wrist you saw that the marks your fangs had left only a minute ago were gone and besides the spit from Derek which you wiped off on your shirt with a grimace, it was like nothing had been there at all. “What the hell?” You voiced in confusion, staring at your wrist.
“Okay, so vampires heal too.” Stiles deducted, nodding his head approvingly.
“They can heal themselves but they can also heal others. With their blood.” Derek finally explained coherently. 
“You’re not healing though.” You pointed out matter of factly, prompting the older man to let out a sigh, “There’s wolfsbane in my system. Your blood will dilute it but it won’t stop it completely, I need the bullet.” He said vaguely to which you only nodded, not bothered asking him any more questions, he sucked at answering.
Deciding to leave Derek to his brooding you made yourself comfortable next to Stiles, “So Allison’s aunt?” Stiles nodded, “Yep. Pretty funny considering Scott went over to Allison’s after school today to ‘study’” He told you making air quotes with his fingers.
“I gotta be honest Stiles… I don’t trust her.” You voiced your concerns, chewing on your bottom lip. Stiles looked at you with a confused glance, “Allison? Why not?”
You shook your head, staring distantly out the window as you mulled over his question. You couldn’t explain it but there was something about the Argent girl that just didn’t sit right with you, she felt volatile, confused even. Like given the right motivation she’d switch teams without thinking twice
Turning back to meet Stiles’ eyes you shrugged your shoulders, “Just an intuitive feeling.”
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damie vibecca exes au part 8
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obsetress: now i just want fanart of damvibecca at the gym
em: well. pitch it to me comrade ghostfucker
obsetress: idk that's about as far as i got i just reread that bit about vibecca in their matching gym outfits and my brain got stuck
em: hypothetically do u have a colour palette in mind bc i associate gym outfits w like. bright loud colours and
em: idk if it works w our earth sign queens
[em note: emily is a liar and did NOT draw fanart of damvibecca at the gym]
[em note 2: we have the gym art now [x] [x]]
obsetress: i was imagining like charcoals tbh, or jewel tones
obsetress: i could see them in like jewel tone purples or that jewel tone blue green color
obsetress: yeah viola jewel tones or blacks n charcoals
obsetress: becs pastels and camels but jewel tones at the gym
em: it’s about Matching
em: And Destroying Ur Ex (platonically)
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: viola's feeling particularly smug about it but then
obsetress: dani's in an old school tshirt and shorts and jamie's in............ one of dani's old school tshirts and shorts
em: YES
obsetress: not intentionally, she just grabbed whatever was there
obsetress: dani chirps "oh you two look so cute! baby look, they have a matched set"
obsetress: viola arches an eyebrow "and so do you, it seems" and dani laughs "not on purpose, jamie just grabbed whatever was on top in the drawer"
viola: you two... share... a wardrobe?
dani: yeah?
em: god cute
obsetress: cute n dumb
em: they can share nearly everything except pants
em: well. pants as a treat
em: haha pants
em: trousers
obsetress: also rly nice rly clean smooth funny juxtaposition in my brain of vibecca being the ones who intentionally match and damie the ones for whom it just accidentally happens
obsetress: hahahah pants
obsetress: they can share pants but................ should they
em: idk miss chapter 12 danis thighs jamies pyjamas
em: should they
obsetress: PLEASE
obsetress: that's exactly what i was referring to THANKS
obsetress: anyway
obsetress: rebecca just laughs
obsetress: viola huffs and bex is like "sorry, babe, but it is kind of funny"
em: dani jamie wearing like
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obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY
em: poor viola
obsetress: thinking about dani's ass in those
em: yeah....
em: violas huffing until jamies exercise flush lasts a little Too Long
obsetress: big blush jamie taylor
em: she’s still like ‘oi dani close ur mouth’ but then she
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: just ogling each other
obsetress: (they briefly pause to ogle vi and rebecca passing a medicine ball back and forth as they do squats and have to acknowledge that, yeah, they've all done alright by themselves)
em: funny montage of the gang doing exercise while surreptitiously taking Peaks
obsetress: omg all i want
obsetress:sometimes having friends as a lesbian means they're all your exes except one, who's your gf, and you're all checking each other out always anyway
em
And That’s Beautiful
obsetress
obsetress: dani: checking out viola's biceps, rebecca's abs
viola: checking out dani's thighs n ass
rebecca: minding her business
jamie: scowling n scrawny
obsetress:(n also checking out dani's thighs n ass, viola's biceps, and begrudgingly peeking at rebecca's abs)
obsetress: every other woman at the gym: checking out jamie, trying to figure out the entire dynamic here
are they a polycule? what
em: jamie probably like
em: maybe she gets really into running bc she just checks out and listens to her audiobooks but like
em: slow twitch vs fast twitch fibers so stays scrawny
obsetress: i can see that
obsetress: just gets on the treadmill and zones tf out
em: jamie ‘why don’t i have biceps’ taylor vs jamie ‘no u gotta lift w ur hips’ taylor
obsetress: she hates it but her psych told her it'll be good for her routine so you know she was like yes ma'am every day ma'am
em: cant believe safe lifting procedures screwed her over
em: ‘yes ma’am every day ma’am’ ur just Going for it arent ya anshdjdh
obsetress: sorry but don't tell me you can't hear it
obsetress: jamie's the person who takes notes in therapy
obsetress: jamie, in the locker room after their workout: do my biceps look bigger?
dani, patiently, already knowing where this is going: bigger than what, baby?
jamie: than yesterday
dani: mm, rome wasn't built in a day, you know
jamie: do they look bigger at all?
dani: well
em: i mean not to perceive her too much but mattresses scene indicates AE/jamie like. at least some muscle in the leg area
em: poor jamie
em: not playing to her strengths
obsetress: yeah she does
obsetress: i mean ae has toned af arms
obsetress: she's just wiry
em: how could i forget the benchpressing dog gif
obsetress: dani's like "jamie, baby, come do squats with me and vi" "m'good" "baby, c'mon, you'll like it" "don't wanna do squats" "it could be good for you" "don't wanna do squats with you two"
em: dani: you gotta like. eat more
jamie: i eat plenty
dani: no u graze all day and then u don’t eat dinner
obsetress: dani: five biscuits spread out across a day doesn't count as eating more
em: dani: protein jamie it’s abt protein
obsetress: dani: you need more protein, which is why i think some lentils would really––
em: jamie thinks protein shakes are Nasty
obsetress: jamie does think protein shakes are nasty but dani will make her a smoothie and sneak it in like she's a child
obsetress: viola and rebecca, with their matching monogrammed blender bottles, just staring
obsetress: becca's like "jamie, just drink it, really, it's fine"
obsetress: viola just does this haughty sniff at her and that's what finally gets jamie to start
em: jamie can deal w being a brat but the idea of viola having Anything over her drives her Insane
em: Drives Her Fuckign Nuts
obsetress: she hates it
obsetress: just the absolute fuckin worst
em: do u think dani ever like
em: like they REALLY need to clear out storage but it’s a boiling frog situation where it’s increased so gradually that
em: like jamie thinks it’s Fine storage is Clear Enough
em: it’s Not
em: danis like. should we invite rebecca and vi over
em: just be Idea of A Snide Viola Comment fills jamie w a burning rage
obsetress: oh my god
obsetress: i'm obsessed with this
obsetress: i would read a whole oneshot about this
em: eventually dani comes clean abt it n jamie thinks it’s v funny bc yknow; open and honest communication is a v important part of their dynamic
em: jamie: next time just tell me my storage looks like shite dani or i will be grumbling abt viola for a Week
obsetress: inevitably
obsetress: when they do have to come over to clean
obsetress: dani offers them takeout and wine ("step up from pizza and beer at least," jamie grumbles) and viola's like "jesus, dani, let's just go out to dinner. my treat"
obsetress: at dinner, viola's like "if you want more storage, i have some wonderful properties––"
obsetress: rebecca's mouthing "sorry" from next to her across the table
em: every time they go out rebecca takes vi aside n is like ok sweetheart so you promise you’re not gonna try convince them to sell the apartment again
em: and violas like (mock horror) of course i won’t. ye of little faith
em: and every time
em: every time she does
em: she’s tryna HELP
obsetress: she would too she'd be like
obsetress: "i'm just trying to HELP"
obsetress: "they're our FRIENDS"
em: i’m on a mission to figure out like
em: this is way way down the line
em: but i wanna believe eventually viola and jamie start to, at the v least, Tolerate each other
em: jamie might even be fond of the crazy bird but she’ll NEVER admit it
obsetress: god like vi's on business or some shit in like
obsetress: the UAE
obsetress: negotiating some Deal
obsetress: and so dani and jamie get dinner with just bex and they're driving home after and having a perfectly mundane conversation and then jamie's just blurting like
obsetress: "i think i miss vi"
em: she’s HORRIFIED
em: she tries to play it off as like um
em: she’s Too Comfortable
em: things are Too Boring
em: which is weird knowing everything we know abt jamie
em: but actually she just... maybe misses viola
em: danis like god i wish i was recording this
obsetress: jamie's passed out next to her at home later (it's ten pm) and dani's chattering happily away on the phone with vi (drinking a martini in her dubai hotel room at one am since, y'know, no bars) in bed right next to her
obsetress: "jamie, uh, said she misses you. i know. no, i KNOW. don't tell her i told you. yeah, yeah, you win, vi, we know. uh-huh. uh-huh. i'm gonna pretend you didn't just ask me that"
em: CUTE
em: u can’t lord it over her vi it’s a little secret
em: vi's like when have i EVER
em: she does
obsetress: once they're good again, dani and vi absolutely just. lose time (there's a metaphor in there) talking to each other still
em: this is wholesome tbh
em: i really like the damie stories where like
em: look it’s nice when damie have each other but it’s also nice when they have their own friends and stuff
em: dunno how to articulate that well
em: it’s a balance! it’s a balance
obsetress: yeah! exactly
obsetress: because that's part of the love n possession thing too yk
obsetress: not to say either of them would ever be like "no friends for you" but
obsetress: wanting to have a life outside of your partner yk
obsetress: they're meeting vi and rebecca for dinner after vi gets back and vi's just grinning and sweeping jamie into a hug "i heard you missed me"
em: she gets jamie a souvenir t-shirt
em: it’s too big
em: OR
em: child’s t-shirt
obsetress: (jamie sleeps in it that night)
obsetress: oh childs might be better
obsetress: she's like "you're a little scrawny, so..."
em: jamie sleeps in it.... soft bitch
em: she feels too much
obsetress: jamie taylor softest bitch
obsetress: dani watches her pull it on and raises an eyebrow and jamie's just like "wot"
em: jamies like (grumbles) i knew she was comin back i’m just
em: shouldn’t you be HAPPY about this development dani
em: ‘s’a gift... s’rude not t’....’
obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: dani just grins "mmhm"
em: it accidentally makes its way into jamies workout clothes pile
obsetress: oh my GOD oh my god
obsetress: viola's shit eating GRIN when jamie shows up at the gym in it
em: jamies like fok
em: mental maths tryna figure if she wants to just. work out in a sports bra
em: she Doesn’t
obsetress: she Doesn't!
obsetress: (she's shy)
em: god it’s one of those shirts that’s like
em: someone who loves me went to UAE and got me this t-shirt or something
obsetress: dani corners her in their empty row in the locker room "you could've just taken it off, you know" "dunno, not everyone needs to... see that, you know?" "i'd certainly like to see it" jamie rolls her eyes but she's grinning "you can see that any time" "well maybe i wanted to see it during my workout" "dani......."
em: jamies embarrassed bc of her gnarly farmers tan means her tummy is at least five shades lighter than the rest of her
em: crisp tan lines
obsetress: god jamie's farmers tan
em: once again i am bringing my tan lines jamie agenda
obsetress: dani loves jamies dumb farmers tan so much
obsetress: she giggles
obsetress: but it's the most loving giggle possible
em: and then when she gets into running...
em: god when i was rowing there were a couple ppl w like what i called a neapolitan icecream tan which is
em: gimme a second
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obsetress: jamie gets all huffy when dani giggles at her tan but then dani's like "baby, no, i think it's cute" and jamie gives her a look and dani grins mischievously and ducks her head
obsetress: and then she's licking and kissing and nipping her way along jamie's dumb tan lines
em: there it is
obsetress: it was inevitable
em: so caught up in the joy of jamies dumb farmer tans i forgot abt her gnarly scar she keeps under wraps
em: baby
em: the most baby
obsetress: baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
em: jamie decides the only way to claim the stupid t-shirt as hers is to cut off the sleeves
em: it’s abt the ritual of the thing
obsetress: she shows up at the gym wearing it and
obsetress: that's viola's "oh no she's hot" moment
em: YEAH BABY
obsetress: literally just like
obsetress: world stops
obsetress: viola stares
em: jamie finally gets to do an exercise that shows off her sinewy manual labor grip forearms
em: viola’s probably just as horrified to find jamie hot as every time jamies like oh no
em: violas hot
em: and once again jamie CANNOT know she’s hot bc she will be insufferable
em: she will be the Worst
obsetress: viola's tugging rebecca aside "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "what?" viola waves a hand and rebecca just furrows her brow a little and is like "that's just... what she looks like, vi"
obsetress: viola corners dani next "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "i did" "oh. right" viola pauses, then "why didn't you make sure i was listening?" dani just gives her a look and walks away
obsetress: dflksdjfldaj god the way jamie and viola are. the same
obsetress: kind of incredibly, in the same ways dani and rebecca are the same
em: “hey baby, did viola seem different today? seemed off”
em: jamies like. is she mad at me. did i break another social taboo.
em: rebecca ‘jamie looks like jamie’ jessel vs dani ‘my gf is so hot i can’t stand it’ clayton
obsetress: "i tell you how hot she is at least three times a week, vi"
em: danis tryna goad her into making the damn shirt a crop top
em: jamies like yeah but isn’t that a step too far. i feel like i am destroying this shirt too much
em: she does it anyway
em: so jamies workout clothes are danis endless grey baggy school t-shirts and this one ugly souvenir shirt that like
em: psychological warfare and she doesn’t even know it
obsetress: i would........ like to see it
obsetress: also crop top jamie is one of my favorite jamies
obsetress: she is severely underrated
em: crop top jamie is
obsetress: and we do not talk about her enough
em: jamie wear More crop tops
obsetress: viola and rebecca in bed, in matching facemasks, after going to the gym post-epiphany that Jamie Is Hot
obsetress: viola: are dani and jamie hotter than us?
rebecca: what?
obsetress: and like
obsetress: viola is NOT insecure
obsetress: she is constantly confident that she's the most attractive woman in the room at any given moment, but
obsetress: she's just so staggered by this realization
em: some neutral third party (ms grose and mr sharma probably) are like well. u guys definitely have a little more of a scary thing going on
em: i’m imagining rebecca and viola at brunch w hannah and owen v seriously discussing this
em: viola brings it up and rebecca GROANS but then she gets invested in the convo
obsetress: GOD yeah
obsetress: she's leaning forward and gesturing with her fork "when you say 'scary'..........."
em: owens like scary is a compliment
em: hannah grose sips her tea knowingly
obsetress: rebecca just narrows her eyes at hannah grose and hannah raises her eyebrows and shrugs
em: after a week or so viola bursts into a room w stupid big sunglasses and a tray of take out coffees and she’s like Don’t You Worry Jamie I Have Concluded You’re Hot But I’m Not Threatened By It
em: jamies like sorry WHAT
em: you’ve been thinking about WHAT
em: viola leaves without ever following it up
obsetress: dani is entirely unfazed
obsetress: doesn't even blink
em: danis like neat she remembered the oat milk
em: everyone in this au is insane
obsetress: any lesbian in 2021 is insane
obsetress: par for the course
em: was gonna protest but
em: Yeah
obsetress: this lesbian meme account i follow on insta is doing “stop asking who’s the top and who’s the bottom. start asking...” posts
obsetress: and one of them is “start asking who’s baby and who’s fuck around and find out” and it just makes me chuckle
obsetress: jamie taylor baby
obsetress: viola lloyd also baby
em: dani is baby passing and jamie is fuck around faking
obsetress: oh my god that’s why that’s why i think we cracked it
obsetress: dani (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: rebecca (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: the reason they could never cross further even tho per the transitive property dani (so similar to vi) should be able to date beccs and jamie (so similar to beccs) should be able to date vi is because
obsetress: you can’t have two babies and two fuck arounds in a relationship together
em: oh of course. i see. i see
em: however in the rare rare crack ship of the ‘jamie viola hatefuck’ a similar phenomenon to ‘social anxiety mum friend ordering food’ instinct takes over and someone fucks around and finds out
em: this is just my unhinged jamie viola hatefuck bulkshit which is. it’s ironic ok it’s ironic it’s ironic it’s
em: ok one last thought bc i know it’s super late for u but
obsetress: omg i also have a last thought let’s trade
em: what if mikey is about isabels age n jamie ends up looking after him for one reason or another for a bit
em: and viola absolutely Dotes on him
obsetress: omg
obsetress: that’s what does it. jamie seeing viola w mikey
em: grumble grumble i guess she’s not that bad
em: except then she’s like god what if mikey likes her MORE than me
obsetress: “dani what if mikey gets one of those weird first crushes on vi”
obsetress: dani doesn’t even look up from the laundry “who hasn’t had a crush on vi”
obsetress: jamie’s like “mE” and dani just gives her the most withering look
em: danis like It’s Par For The Course Jamie
em: danis a teacher she’s like it happens don’t sweat it
em: anyway
em: what was. what was ur last little thought
obsetress: i was just thinking more about viola also baby and how also she’s been so privileged her whole life that sometimes there are just some things she can’t do for herself because she just doesn’t know how
obsetress: like she’s never had to learn
em: rebecca gets um
em: freeze dried coffee
em: nescafé
obsetress: but like
obsetress: rebecca genuinely loves taking care of vi for whatever reason (it’s because she loves her) when she really needs it but
obsetress: rebecca also takes no shit and is like “i’m not making the nescafé for you. you’re 36 years old, vi, you need to learn to do it for yourself”
obsetress: and she’ll stand there and watch her do it and then she makes vi do it at least three more times for posterity
obsetress: “i’ll make a plebeian of you yet, viola lloyd”
obsetress: (god only the two of them would think a line like that is funny)
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