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luv4berry · 11 months

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Can you pls make one abt miles and yn getting into a very heated argument and she slaps him for saying smth outrageous and then she leaves and he climbs into her window after a few hours and tries to work it out with her

anything for you.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you go over to miles practically drenched in another man's cologne, and he jumps to conclusions all too quickly.

GENRE: fluff to angst to fluff.

WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, physical contact made by reader, jealous miles, cursing, kissing/making out, suggestive (?) miles calling women females (this needs a trigger warning in itself), CORNYYY

AUTHORS NOTE: yo why this tumblr shit lowkey fun? + this is my first request agagaa thank you!! omg and i hit 200?? and my eyes only is almost at 2k notes wtf r y’all onnnn?? anyways thank you for requesting! i didn’t make miles say anything too outrageous just so he could redeem himself later on, hope you like it!

“you look so good,” your boyfriend says for what seems like the 100th time today, his large hands immediately dropping to your bare waist, fidgeting with your waist beads as he leans in to mold your lips, a smile gracing his face when you return his affection.

“all mine.” he mutters as he intensifies the kiss, his hands approaching the waist band of his boxers that you’ve claimed as your own. when he lifts your feet off the ground, the heels of your feet lock around his back, a giggle escaping your lips when he lays you down on his bed. you pull away from him, laying the palms of your hands on his chest to keep him away when he pursues your lips once more.

“miles, we can’t make out all day.” you giggle, running your manicured fingers down his chest.

“says who?” he buries his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, leaving wet kisses along the space when he suddenly pauses.

he removes his head from the crevice, sitting up to which you follow.

“baby,” you hum in acknowledgement, “where’d you go today?” he questions you, a hint of an indistinguishable emotion in his voice.

“just here, why?” you question him, running your nails up and down his neck. a look of confusion immediately sweeps over your features when he calmly removes your hand from his body.

“cause you smell like somebody been rubbing all up on you.” he looks you up and down, leaning in to now smell your clothes, hair, neck, anything within the perimeter really.

he pulls back, “who were you with?” his expression solidified.

“nobody, i swear i don’t know why i smell.” you reason with him, genuinely confused as well.

“oh? so the smell just magically took over your hair and your clothes?”

he completely gets up from his position next to you, hovering over you. “y/n, i know im not tripping, who the hell was rubbing up on you and why’s the smell so strong? that’s what we doin’ now? and then you got the audacity to bring your ass over to my house, lay in my bed, and wear my clothes.”

“what are you implying?” you scowl at him, now rising to your own feet.

“im implying that you forreal out here fucking on other dudes when you got a whole ass boyfriend.”

the next few moments go by swiftly and mindlessly, but the scorching sensation left in the palm of your left hand enables you to process what just happened almost immediately; you slapped him. though, not an ounce of regret filled your tank of emotions, adrenaline being the only identifiable one.

“i don’t know who the hell you’re talking to but it can’t be me, how dare you?” you glare at him, the imprint of your palm already making its mark on his face, the surrounding skin blemishing. “when have i ever done something like that to you?”

“today, apparently.” he mumbles under his breath, caressing the skin of his cheek to soothe the discomfort.

you look at him like he’s just grown 3 heads before silently walking over to the corner of his room, pulling his graphic tee over your shoulders. you immediately lunge it at him, same with his boxers, bracelets, his necklace, anything of his that is currently making contact with you. you zip up your navy blue hoodie, slipping your sweatpants over your bare legs.

you bring your tote bag over your shoulder, making your way towards his window which he currently guards, glaring at you from where you stand.

“miles, get the hell out my way before i pop you in your mouth next.”

“i want his name and address, you not going anywhere till i get an answer.”

you flail your arms in his face, “are you deaf or just stupid? there is no “him” because the only person i been rubbing up on is you!”

“baby, i don’t smell like no cheap ass cologne.”

“don’t call me that, move!” you raise your voice, stepping up to him.

“what’s his name?”

“you’re crazy.” you scoff, instead bolting for the front door. you’re mindful of mama rio cooking in the kitchen, slipping past quietly as to not raise any suspicion. though, you do bid her a quiet farewell, yet even when you slip out the front door with a smile on your face she knows something isn’t right by the way miles isn’t trailing behind you.

“miles, qué pasó?” she calls out from the kitchen, wiping her hands down her apron and subtly knocking on her sons door before entering.

“it’s nothing.” he calls back, digging his cheek into his pillow to prevent his mother from spotting the blossoming blemish. he didn’t want to explain how he got you so worked up that you slapped him to his mother, or anyone for that matter.

“it’s nothing? invite her over for dinner tonight.” rio arches her brow, taking a seat next to her son on the bed.

“we aren’t on good terms right now.” he sighs out, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

“even more of a reason to invite her over, right?” rio says, making her way out of his bedroom before miles could come up with a rebuttal.

he lazily grabs his phone when it pings, though when he realizes the message is from you, he throws it on the floor until the phone pings with a second message. he groans loudly swiping open your messages.

one attachment

next time don’t make stupid assumptions you dick

the photo captioned was of a half empty cologne bottle you had probably found somewhere in your home, miles heart immediately dropping to his stomach.

okay, maybe he fucked up a teensy tiny bit.

when you got home, you racked your brain for a possible explanation as to why you smelled like anything other than your boyfriend. you were stumped till your brother had walked past you, the aroma that had gotten miles so worked up earlier clouding your senses immediately.

you lay on the pad of your tummy on your king sized bed, your irritable mood causing a burning sensation to spread throughout your body. though it may not be displayed through your face, you were absolutely livid. after all you’ve done for him, this is what you got in return, his unprecedented allegations.

sure it was reasonable to be suspicious, but to outright accuse you? you’ve never given him any reason not to trust you, reassuring him whenever he needed it. had your words not been enough? what about your gestures? what about the times you’d cuddle up with him in bed, sleepily muttering words like “im yours,” or “i belong to you, miles.” had that not been enough?

your jittering thoughts are interrupted by a newfound presence in the corner of your room, the peripherals of your eye capturing those twin braids that you adore so much.

“nuh uh, get the hell up outta here.” you sit up, pointing back towards the window.

“deadass?” he raises both brows, staring at you dead in the eyes.

“deadass.” you return the gesture.

“nah.” he climbs into bed with you, settling his arm over your waist.

“im being serious miles, get out. don’t touch me either.” you pick up his arm as if it’s diseased, laying it over his stomach.

“you don’t like it when i touch on you?” he says in a sultry voice, and you roll your eyes.

“ma, listen to me,” he grabs your chin meeting you at eye level, your brows still furrowed out of anger. when your eyes meet his, any foreign sense of anger evaporates from your system, turning to putty in his hands, no matter how much you tried to fight it.

“you’re so pretty baby,” he kisses your downturned lips once.

“why you look so mad?” he ignorantly questions you, kissing your lips once more.

“baby smile for me?” he squishes your cheeks, yet he’s still met with silence till you finally part your lips.

“this isn’t helping your case by the way.” you roll your eyes at his obvious attempts to bribe you.

“alright, what if i came to you smelling like some other female? you wouldn’t like that huh?” he attempts to reason with you.

“i came to you smelling like my brother? and even then if you came to me smelling like some girl i would conduct a thorough investigation first.” you side eye him.

“how was i supposed to know it was your brother? i didn’t even know he was back.”

“he got back this morning, i gave him a hug and he must’ve rubbed off on me.”

“you didn’t tell me all that. so what i gotta do for you to believe im sorry, hm?” he climbs on top of you, following your darting eyes with his own.

“buy me a pandora bracelet.” you joke.

he perks up, “on god? baby i buy you jordans every other day, the hell is a bracelet?”

“i mean i was joking but you serious?”

“you didn’t know that i’d do anything for you?”

“you’re corny boooo, leave me alone.” you push his head away from yours, your facade breaking when a smile plays at your lips.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“why do you hit so hard?”

“what do you mean?” you ask him, your outburst from earlier had completely left your mind. he turns to the side, and your eyes widen as they lay upon the imprint of your hand slowly fading,

“oh shit,” you wince, inspecting the damage of your earlier actions.

you throw the blanket off your legs, sitting on your knees to inspect further. you silently grab his hand, heading towards your bathroom as you slowly feel guilt begin to stir inside you.

“stay here.” he watches as you disappear into the hallway, coming back with a frozen pack of peas. you hold it up to his cheek for him, fiddling with the ends of his braids as you repeatedly check for signs of the bruising going away.

“im sorry miles, i shouldn’t have hit you.”

he hums in acknowledgment of your apology, parting his lips to speak. “it’s okay, i like them aggressive.”

a smile threatens your lips, your hand going up to cover your mouth to keep your false facade up.

“nah why you keep smiling?” he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand down to stare at you intently.

“stop that.” you attempt to straighten out your face.

it’s silent for the next few moments as you adjust the frozen peas seeing that the bruise had almost completely faded.

“y/n, you know im being forreal when i say i’d do anything for you, right?”

“yeah, i know.”

love, berry.

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privitivium · 2 months

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i couldn't find any information if requests were open or not so I'm so sorry in advance if they're not-

could i just request more mean sadistic reader? any cute or pathetic yandere who just absolutely adores you and in return they get bullied and teased.

dont fret, if the button wasnt there then they would be closed. :3

submissive, "pathetic" yandere x mean, sadistic male reader.

both amab, tw;; ur a jerk, but he adores you. so. masturbation, degredation, somnophilia

it was his own fault,,, being so whiny and annoying. it didnt help that he liked it either. being so mean to him... your little darling boyfriend - after finding out that he would go to such lengths for you, it would be wise to give him what he wants. you. it was awkward at first, knowing this guy has harmed people just because he was jealous they were spending time with you - but now.. youve gotten into the rhythm of giving it back to him. in a less... murderous way. bullying him. this little guy...! seemingly so helpless but so strong that he rivals you??!! it was cute. you couldn't deny that,,, yet you call him disgusting, never letting him know that you find him to be cute.

ㅡpushing him aside to get to the fridge, roughly... "fucking brat, get out of my way." this was toxic. you'd never treat someone, your lover like this forreal, right? of course not - but this guy, knowing his past, he's free game.

your boyfriend yelps softly, trembling before fixing himself up; "aauh,, sorry..." then giggling behind his dainty hand, all flustered. dont laugh at me you little twerp... ㅡ "yeah, yeah... whatever." waving him off, grunting in annoyance as you feel your face grow warm... fucking cutie. so irritating. following you around the house, still so enraptured with you that youre really here - dating him... but youre a little meaner than he remembers.

ㅡyou liked touching him, too. he loved that you did - he was a little creep. nearly like a ... dog if it was a human... so eager to please their master - whining that he'll be good for no apparent reason, fucking brat. nuzzling into your bicep and cuddling your arm, cooing to himself and getting all hard because it's you who he's touching.

"get the fuck off me!" smacking him lightly on the thigh, pushing him away. annoyed and erect as you felt his boner brush against your hand.

his eyes grow watery - and he nearly smiles before shyly hiding his face and nuzzling into you again, "mm-mmh.. m' sorryy..." he whimpers. such an annoying sound !! bad dog, you wanted to throw him on the bed and restrain him from bothering you. but you know he'd just break free and jerk off in the meantime..

ㅡmmm... catching him as he was trying to fondle you while you slept.

he yelps in surprise - eyes widening and face burning with embarrassment; rigid as your hand snatched his wrist and yanking him away from touching your soft cockㅡ"touching me while i'm sleeping? youre fucking sick." you snapped at him - nearly baring your teeth; gripping his wrist in your hand and yanking him over into your chest. "you're so tiny, how could someone as small as you be so damn deranged?" you continue to grumble, arms wrapping around his waist and burying your face in the crook of his neck,,, he trembles, breathing in shakily. offering no response - too dumbstruck, in awe... he couldn't help himself. popping a boner like a disgusting little virgin even though he wasn't... nerd.

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tvgals · 11 months

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‘ I’D MAKE THE WORLD STOP SPINNING . ‘

e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader.

synopsis — you hate miles’ job as the prowler, so miles does the only thing he can think of .

“miles, i don’t like this.” you tell your boyfriend while patching him up, his wounds practically flowing blood. “i know. you tell me everytime i come over here.” miles says, hissing when he feels the peroxide cleaning up the wound on his back. “so why do you keep doing it? it’s like you enjoy doing this shit.” you tell him, worry laced in your voice. “baby, you know i do it for us.” miles says, pulling you into his body, your hands on either side of him filled with cleaning supplies. you take a deep breath against his chest, smiling when you feel a kiss being pressed onto your head.

“baby, please.” you ask him, pulling your head away from its previous spot on his chest and looking into his eyes, his eye bags being prominent. “miles, you’re tired. you need to take a break.” you tell him, analyzing his face. “i’m not tired. i just look like this. you tryna say i’m ugly?” miles chuckles, looking at you twist your face up in disapproval but giggling nevertheless. “i’m serious, miles. this is dangerous, and i’ll be damned if i lose my boyfriend to some stupid shit.” miles looks at you for a second, watching how your eyes expressed how you were feeling, how you expressed yourself with your hands when you talked, and especially how your lips moves while you spoke to him.

“everything’ll be okay. i’ll tell uncle aaron i’m done being the prowler, that i’m done hurting people.” miles tells you, pulling your head up to look at him by your chin. “promise?” you ask. “cross my heart and hope to die.” miles grins, pressing kisses all over your face. you smile and miles hops off of your sink, walking into your bedroom. you put everything up and follow behind him, sitting on your bed. ”i’m tired as hell..” miles groans, laying down onto your bed. “i thought you said you wasn’t tired?” you asked, laying down next to him, yawning.

“i lied. had to prove a point to you.” miles admits, snuggling himself into the covers and faking a sleep. “g’night, miles. love you.” you whisper, kissing his temple and falling asleep yourself. after about ten minutes of making sure you’re asleep and won’t wake up, miles reaches for his phone — turning it on and texting uncle aaron.

‘ yo? ‘

‘What?’

‘i’m finna come over there. i gotta talk to you.’

‘The doors unlocked.’

miles slithers out of bed, laying his phone next to your pillow, and puts his feet into his crocs and walks out through your front door, being sure to close it as softly as he can. he walks down the stairs of your apartment and pats his sweatpants down, almost panicking when he doesn’t feel his phone in his pocket. shit. he left it next to your pillow. miles stands on the second to last flight of stairs for a second, contemplating on going back. miles sighed and left out the building. miles walks down the streets with his hood on, biting the inside of his cheek. was he really going to do this? was he going to quit the business with his uncle just for you? all this thoughts were cut short when he saw uncle aaron’s building, on the verge of being run down and abandoned. miles unlocks the door and walks up the stairs, opening uncle aaron’s apartment door.

“miles?” aaron calls out from somewhere in the back. “it’s me.” miles calls back, slipping off his crocs. “what you gotta talk about?” the taller man asks, emerging from his bedroom. “so my girl-“ “y/n?” aaron cuts off miles with a smirk. “yeah. she don’t like this prowler stuff i got going on. so i’m here to say i’m done with this shi’. like forreal this time.” miles tells his uncle, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “nah, don’t work like that youngin’.” uncle aaron chuckles, putting his own hands into his pockets. “how come it don’t?” miles asks, cocking a brow.

“can’t get into business and then just quit. finish what you started.” uncle aaron almost growled, miles face heating up in anger. “listen. i could lose y/n over this. i love her. please.” miles pleads, his hands balling up into fists. “sorry, miles. doesn’t work that way.” uncle aaron shrugs, walking back into his bedroom. miles takes a deep breath, turning onto his heel and putting his crocs back on, making a point by slamming the door behind him. while on the way home back to your house, miles knew he was fucked. maybe you wouldn’t be mad at him. at least he tried? you loved him, so maybe you’d let it slide. the walk seemed 10x shorter than normal. miles stopped outside of your building. what if he just didn’t show up? what would happen if he just ran away? if he didn’t confront the problem? his phone was already in your room so no one would know where he was. but he didn’t want to worry his pretty girl, what would his mom think? but it seemed as if his legs moved faster than his mind, that he was already down a dark alleyway and around two corners. that this was the life he was going to live.

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avatartophblindbanditbeifong · 10 months

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Miles Morales x Reader Summertime Headcanons

1610!Miles Morales x Reader

617 words

Summary: a window into your relationship with Miles during the summer months.

At the end of June, school is out. You and Miles rid yourselves of your uniform pants, skirts, and blazers in favor of jorts and tank tops as the weather starts to get warmer in the city. The end of June is Miles’s favorite time of year for a plethora of reasons. The end of June means no more school; the end of June means sleeping in; and most importantly, the end of June means spending more time with you. Miles made an itinerary for summer break titled ‘MILES & Y/N’s SUPER AWESOME SUMMER CHECKLIST ‘23,' written in his signature graffiti calligraphy and bubble letters in his sketchbook.

"Miles, skydiving? Are you forreal?"

"Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but just hear me out!"

And he intended to follow through with each and every single activity on the list.

In mid-July, you go on vacation out of state with your family, much to Miles’ dismay. "This is going against the itinerary!" He jested while passing you a t-shirt for you to pack into your suitcase. To ease his yearning for you during your time away, Miles resorted to spending hours upon hours on the phone with you. Day and night. No exceptions. He's fighting the villain of the week? Miles is throwing punches with one hand and talking to you with his phone in the other. You didn’t even need to be having a conversation; he just wanted to see your face on his screen. The calls would last into the later hours of the night and into the early morning, with both of you slurring incoherent sentences to each other, promising that you wouldn't fall asleep.

In early August, Miles turns a year older, and you, Rio, and Jeff plan a surprise party for him. A few weeks before, you asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. He said, "I don't know; I haven't really thought about it." To which you replied, "Well… do you want to celebrate?" To which he responded, "Are you going to be there?" That was enough for you to go to his parents and start plotting a little party for Miles behind his back. When Miles’s birthday rolled around, you had Ganke distract him for the day while you and his parents decorated the apartment. When Miles got home, it was empty and dark. He called out to his parents to no avail until he got to the dining room. Suddenly, the lights were on, confetti was snowing around him, and you and his parents appeared. It was a nice surprise. Although it wasn’t really a surprise because he knew the whole time, his spidey senses told him. But he wasn't going to ruin the happiness it brought the three most important people in his life to do something special for him.

In September, the days begin to cool down as summer turns to autumn and school starts up again. You and Miles are in his room, basking in your last moments of solitude together before busy schedules pull you in different directions. You were on his bed with your back against the headboard while the weight of Miles’s head on your shoulder was ever present. The atmosphere of the room was tranquil. The melodies of the songs off of the summer playlist you had curated together swirl around the four decorative walls of his room. The feather-light touch of your fingers carding through Miles’s curls nearly lulled him to sleep as you mindlessly stared out of the bay windows of his room, admiring the way the sun cast its hues of yellow, pink, and light blue off of the window pane from the apartments across the street.

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aothotties · 2 days

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Telling Suguru you want a baby

You laid in bed with your boyfriend watching a movie with him as this was the first night in weeks you’ve spent together. Work was kicking both of your asses and you barely had time to relax so you took advantage of this moment.

The movie showed a cute family with an adorable little girl and you looked over at Suguru

“Awe we should have a baby” you said jokingly

He turned his head and looked at you

“Seriously?” he asked

“No haha im just kidding” you responded

You both continued to watch the movie in silence until it was over but little did you know, you little “joke” rang in his head all night

The thing about Suguru is he loves kids and if it was up to him you’d already have one. He spent the rest of the night thinking about starting a family with you

The next day he walked up to you while you were getting ready for work and stood next to you looking at you in the mirror

“What? You asked while trying to hide a smile

“Throw your birth control away” he said plainly

You had no words as you were completely shocked. You didn't even know how to respond to him

“Suguru what-”

He cut you off

“You heard me, throw it away. I'm ready to have a baby” he said

“Are you forreal?” you responded

“Yes,” he said “i've been thinking about what you said last night and honestly it's not a joke to me, i want a baby”

You just stared at him, confused and shocked. You had thought about having kids with him but never though he was ready which is why you were on birth control in the first place

“Um..okay then” you said as you reached for the medicine cabinet.

You pulled out the pack of pills and tossed them in the trash can. You looked up and saw Suguru with a smile on his face. He kissed you and let you finish getting ready for work.

You spent the whole day at work with the conversation on your mind and you couldn't decide if you were scared or excited. You decided you were going to talk more about it when you got home.

As you pulled in the driveway you let out a big sigh and headed in the house

When you walked in all the lights were out, which was odd but figured he may just be asleep. You headed toward your bedroom but you noticed flower petals on the floor.

You followed the petals all the way into the bedroom and opened the door to a surprise. The room and bed were covered in flower petals, there were candles lit and a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the bed. You looked all over for Suguru but couldn't find him

You saw a note on the bed that said

“Take a bath and put on the new lingerie I got you that's in the bathroom. I love you, see you soon”

You smiled and headed to the bathroom to wash up. After the hot bath you slipped on the red lingerie that laid on the counter and admired your body for a minute then you walked back out into the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in a pair of red silk boxers that matched the lingerie you had on.

“Glad you're off work, Hun” he said in a low tone as he patted the spot on the bed next to him

“Sugu, what's all of this” you asked as you crawled next to him

“Oh nothing” he said “just wanted tonight to be special”

“For what” you asked

“I'm going to get you pregnant tonight”

You almost choked on your spit

“Suguru..i mean i only missed today's dose i probably can't get pregnant now it might take a while for the medicine to leave my system i-”

He lifted his hand in the air to stop your rant

“ i'm going to try today, tomorrow, and everyday after that until you're carrying my baby”

You were stunned and had nothing to say in response. You were so caught off guard but you knew he meant every word

You looked over at him and he pulled out a little box

“Marry me, Y/N. and have all my babies and spend the rest of forever with me” he said as he pulled the ring out

Tears welled up in your eyes as he slipped the ring on your finger. You leaned over to give him a kiss

“Of course i'll marry you, Suguru” you said as you tried to pull away

He grabbed the back of you neck and pulled you back in. he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in your mouth

As you kissed you crawled over on top of him as he laid back on the bed.

You began grinding on top of him feeling him harden in the silk boxers he was wearing

He groaned into your mouth from the sensation and you moaned from the small friction on your cunt. You continued to rock your hips on top of him and his hands made their way to your plump ass giving them a squeeze

He flipped you over so that he was now on top and continued kissing you passionately. His hands roamed over your body and you felt yourself get hot from the excitement

His thumbs hooked under the lace thong you had and and he slid them down your thighs. He positioned his face right in front of you now throbbing cunt

He dipped his head down and placed a soft kiss on your swollen bud. You hands made their way to his long hair

“Sugu-mm” you whined

He started sucking on your clit and your back arched off the bed. He began lapping at your cunt, wet squelching noise ringing like music to his ears

“Tastes so good, sweetheart” he said as he continued lapping at your cunt

You felt that familiar feeling pooling in your gut. The way he was licking and sucking on you had you on a high, you gripped his hair and closed your eyes as your hips bucked against his face

He slipped a finger inside you and started rubbing at your g-spot

Your legs shook and your orgasm broke causing you to squirt on his face. He licked up every drop and came back up to kiss you again

You tasted your own sweetness on his tongue and moaned. You unclipped your bra, fully exposing yourself to your now fiance.

“It's like looking at a goddess,” he said as his eyes scanned your whole body.

He stood up and removed his boxers. He crawled in between your legs and lined himself up to your soaked hole. He used his tip to slide up and down your folds before sliding just the tip in

He threw his head back from how good it felt and sunk himself inside you. His hips started moving back and forth causing him to slide in and out rubbing on that sensitive g-spot

He took his time with you, enjoying every inch of your gummy walls squeezing around him.

“You're perfect for me, princess” he said as his tip brushed your cervix.

You tried to say something in response but all you could do was moan his name over and over. You started to beg him to speed up but he refused wanting to enjoy your body all night

Sweat formed on his forehead as he continued rocking his hips into you. You felt another orgasm forming and gripped onto his back leaving marks. He was groaning in your ear saying your name and whimpering from how good it felt to be inside you

He was in heaven, tears started forming in his eyes from how good this felt

You wrapped your legs around his torso trapping him in. he continued fucking you slowly with sweat and tears running down his face

“This feels so good baby. I love you” he said

“I love you too Suguru” you whined in response

He took your legs and put them on his shoulders the new angle causing him to reach deeper

You were over the edge and you orgasm spilled out and you felt his grip your thighs from how hard you were spasming around his dick

He pulled out for a second to catch his breath but before you could whine from the loss of pleasure he sunk into you again still fucking you at a slow pace

This went on for hours, Suguru never sped up and continued to fuck you slowly

You were whining and crying under him from your multiple orgasms

You felt his dick twitch inside you and he groaned

“Gonna cum inside princess, gonna -fuck- give you a baby” he groaned

And after a few more pumps you felt your womb fill with his seed

He didn't pull out and stayed inside until he was empty. He was covered in sweat and his cheeks were red

He finally slipped out and laid next to you. You looked over at him with a smile on your face

“ i'm so ready to do this with you” you said

“I know baby, me too” he responded

6 months later

You were in a room surrounded by your friends and family as they got you ready for your wedding

Your mom helped you slip on your white dress. You were so nervous your palms were sweaty

You walked over to the mirror to see how you looked and cried once you saw yourself. You were worried if you'd look bad being 4 months pregnant in a wedding dress but were stunned at how beautiful you looked

“y/n oh my god- you're gorgeous” you heard your best friend say behind you

“Really” you said in response

“Really. Suguru is so lucky to be marrying you and have you carrying his son” he said as she walked over to pull you into a hug

You finished getting ready then went to stand at the doors, ready to marry the man you loved and start a life with him and your new baby

Rachel

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk scenarios #suguru x reader #geto suguru

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loubouskz · 1 year

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take care of you

lee felix x fem!reader

description: you keep going on and on about how boring sex is and that something is missing. and like any your best friend, he offers to help you find out.

warning: SMUT! bestfriends to lovers, unprotected piv sex, cunniligus, dirty talk, praising kink, minor degrading kink, breeding kink, aftercare and cuddles. if I missed anything let me know

wc: 2.6k

a/n: I finally got this done! I had to borrow a laptop. I found my old chromebook but couldn't find the charger for it so I have to order a new one and wait for it to come in😭😭 I wanna be able to finish writing my stories that are just sitting in my google docs, collecting dust. anywho I hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun writing this! feedback is greatly appreciated!

and my requests are open btw, so send in your requests! I'd be so happy to write something for you!🥰

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“wait really? ” felix asked, putting down his water bottle on his bed. “yeah.” I said with a straight face. “not even the last guy you were with? you were so loud.” felix said in fits of giggles. “just because I was loud does not mean it was that good. he start off strong, lack in the middle of it, and was okay during the climax- but all together..it just wasn’t that good.” I said, shugging my shoulders. “i feel like i haven’t had great sex. good, sure. I feel like there’s not enough in the middle of it. it’s just kind of boring sometimes.” I said. “what do you think is missing?” he asked, laying next to me. I sighed and just looked at the ceiling as i thought. “anything. a kink. dirty talk. hell I don’t know.” I said before looking at the time on my phone. “it’s 2:23am, I need to go to bed.” I said as I sat up. “alright.” felix said in a kind of distance voice. “you okay? was talking about my sex life weird to you? i’m sorry.” I said as I got up.

“no it doesn’t, we’ve been best friends for years y/n. i’ve heard your best and worst of everything. we talk about almost everything together, we know each others’ limits when we talk about things. you’re good.” felix said with a nice smile, but I could tell his mind was wandering. i huffed out a small chuckle and said goodnight to him as I made my way to his door.

“what if I help you out?” i heard him say really fast as my hand grabbed the door handle. I turned back to him to see him sat up and looking at his hands. felix, my best friend of eight years and roommate for three. and maybe my crush of four…is willing to have sex with me. i felt my brain short-circuit. this has to be a dream.

“what? can you explain more.” I asked, standing in place. “what if i help you find out what you’re missing during sex?” he asked, messing with his sleeves. I looked at him with wide eyes. “are you being forreal?” I asked him. “i wouldn’t have asked if i wasn’t being forreal y/n.” he answered, while laying back. “well i don’t know what to say felix.” i said.

“well you don’t have to answer right away nor do you have to say yes at all. but you know i would take care of you.” felix said, locking his eyes with mine. that sentence alone: but you know i would take care of you, the way he said it, made my knees go weak. “don’t say it like that lix.” i said as i felt my insides twists in ways i never thought they would for my best friend. felix’s eyes scanned my body and saw how my body reacted to his words. he brought his eyes back up to mine but now they were much darker. full of lust clouding his chocolate brown eyes. felix slowly got out of his bed and walked over to me. “say it like what y/n?”

i didn’t know what to do, so i started backing up. felix just followed with a small smirk to his lips. i gasped as my back hit the wall. he placed one arm right above my head against the wall and the other on my waist.

“you gonna answer me?” felix said, placing his head really close to mine. “say it like it’s true.” i said in a small voice. “well it might be, you won’t know if it doesn’t happen. right baby?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. my eyes darted to his lips and back to his eyes. i nodded my head. i could feel my underwear becoming more and more slick. “i need you to be verbal with me.” he said, dragging his hand that was on my waist up to my face. he kept his hand on my cheek, stroking his thumb in a comforting way. my eyes fluttered at the sweet gesture. my mind quickly coming up with the answer. “take care of me felix, please.” i said, just barely above a whisper.

felix sucked in a breath of air and smiled at me, ‘is it okay if i kiss you now?” he asked. “yes.” i answered. felix slowly brought his lips to mine and kissed me. i closed my eyes as i felt his soft lips on mine, but it quickly ended by felix pulling back. “want more?” he asked. i nodded my head, too breathless to answer. felix leaned back in and i met him halfway, making him groan into the kiss. he put more pressure into the kiss, sliding his tongue on my bottom lip. i parted my lips to let him in. felix placed both his hands on my cheeks as i gripped the sides of his shirt. felix took his time exploring the inside of my mouth, like he was trying to memorize it.

after our little makeout, felix pulled away slowly. both of our lips, red and swollen. felix placed his hands back on my waist as he kissed his way back my jaw to my neck. sucking hickeys all over, i moaned as he found my sweet spot. i ran my hands into his hair, pulling at it lightly. felix groaned as his hands made their way down, just above my shorts. he kissed my ear, “can i continue?” he asked in his deep voice. “yeah.” i said breathless. i held my breath as felix’s hand pushed its way past my shorts and underwear. he continued marking the other side of my neck as cupped my cunt.

“oh fuck baby, you’re already getting slick and wet for me.” he said, dragging his hand back and forth. he placed his fingers on my clit, drawing small circles. i head feel back against the wall, moans becoming louder and louder as he picked up the pace. “oh felix.” i moaned out. he lifted his head, looking at my face. ‘yeah baby. you like that?” he asked. “yes. need more,lix.” i whined. “what kind of more?” he asked, kissing the corners of my lips. “fingers. inside. please.” i answered, chasing his lips. “good girl.” he said, smashing his lips back on mine. he pushed carefully pushed two fingers inside of me. i gasped into the kiss.

“are you going be good for with me y/n?” felix asked. i nodded my head, “faster please.” i said, felix did exactly what i asked for. curling his fingers every time he brought them down, hitting my clit every time. i breath quickened, chest heaving as i felt the pressure building to its max. “gonna let me see how pretty you look when cum all over my fingers.” he said. “yes.” i said through a broken moan, keeping my eyes on his as i felt the knot unravel. cumming all over his hand. “oh god felix!” i said as he guided through my orgasm. he slowly removed his hand out and placed his fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving mine.my lips parted out of surprise.

“you taste heavenly.” felix said. “fuck me felix.” i said, pulling him by his pants. “really?” he asked. “yeah, like you mean it.” i said with my own smirk.

he grabbed the hem of my shirt, making sure it was okay to take it off first before it was removed. i was ready for bed so i didn’t have a bra on. felix kissed down my body as he made his way to the ground. he pushed my sweats and underwear down along with him. face to face with my bottom half. “god, you’re beautiful, you know that?” felix said with meaning that was more than just lust. i felt my heart skip a beat. i smiled at felix as he kissed my stomach. he stood back up and grabbed my hand.

we walked over back to the bed. “lay down.” felix said. i climbed back onto the bed and got comfortable. felix removed his clothes, but left his boxers on. he climbed on the bed, over top of me. “will you let me eat you out beautiful?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on my lips. i shuddered at his words but agreed none the less. felix took his time kissing down my body once again. he took my legs, pushing them up and on his shoulders. he marked up my inner left thigh before doing the same thing on the other side.

felix blew on my clit before giving a long lick up my cunt. i arched back and rolled my hips, making him chuckle. he kissed my clit then proceeded to suck on it gently. he opened his mouth, rolling his tongue out licking up. basically making out with my lower lips. i clamped my thighs around his head, making him groan. the vibrations sending shocks up my body. “felix!” i moaned out, threading my fingers into his hair. felix brought one of his hands up to my entrance, pushing his fingers in. thrusting his fingers in and out plus the motions of his tongue on my clit made my climax come even faster than last time. “i’m gonna cum felix.” i said as my body started to shake. “cum for me.” he mumbled. felix flattened his tongue, pressing it on my clit and shaking his head side to side. my body arched one more time before my vision became white. “good girl.” he said, slowing down his fingers. felix removed his fingers and licked up my cum till i pushed his head away. felix sat up with his hands on my thighs, stroking them lightly.

“still need more sweet girl?” he asked. i nodded my head, trying to reach for his underwear. felix quickly grabbed my hands and put them above my head. i looked at him with wide eyes. “ah ah ah. didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck you?” he asked. “yes i did.” i answered. “then roll over. hands and knees.” he said, letting go and sitting back up. i quickly turned over. as i steaded myself, i heard felix removing the last of his clothing.

i felt felix grabbed my hips and pull them back. he guided one of his hands down my back and pressed down. i put my arms under my head and pushed my ass out, learning it a playful smack. i giggled a bit as felix pressed his body to mine. “ready for me to take of care you? fuck you how you need it?” felix asked, lining up his dick with my opening. a moan slipped pasted my lips. “yes please lixxie. fuck me, i need you so bad.” i whined out. felix pushed into me with a groan. “so fucking tight even after stretching you out.” he said as he bottomed out. i clenched around him, bucking my hips back. he drew his hips back and thrusted back in once and hard. my eyes rolled back at the feeling. “be patient.” he growled out, gripping my hips tightly. i huffed out and felix heard…and did not like that. he started snapping his hips at a decent hard pace. bringing a moan every time..

“i was trying to be nice, but all you wanted was to be full and fucked, right baby?” he said, not really asking. “just so fucking needy, didn’t even care who it was huh? not even if it was your best friend.” he continued. i whined into the pillow as i gripped the sheets. the sound my wet skin echoed throughout the room. good thing we didn’t have neighbors. “i bet you just want to be stuffed full of my cum.” he said, making me clench around him hard. “oh am i right?” he asked, laying his body on mine. grabbing my boobs with both his hands, pinching my nipples a bit. without pulling out or stopping, he lifted my body where my back was against his chest.

“answer y/n.” felix said, grinding his cock right on my g-spot. i cried out from the pleasure building up. “answer or i’m stopping right here.” he threatened. “yes! i want to be stuff full of your cum. so deep inside me.” i said with tears in my eyes. “yeah, so deep that i put a baby in you?” he asked as i cried out again. “you gonna be a good girl and take my cum like the little cumslut you are?” he asked as his thrusts started to become sloppy. “yes!” i said. i could barely hold my head in place as my body started to feel like jello. i turned my head to see him. “can i cum?” i asked as tears fell into my cheeks. “fuck. yeah go ahead a cum baby. cum with me.” he said, bringing one hand up to my face and holding my head in place so i didn’t look away.

one final snap of his hips and my body spasmed from how hard my orgasm hit me. felix followed and stilled his hips, cumming deep inside. “shit.” he moaned out. he gave a few more shallow thrusts before completely stopping. felix buried his head into the crease of my neck and shoulder. i took a deep breath and brought my hand up to felix’s hair, combing it out of his face. he lifted his head up, kissing my shoulder. “you did so well y/n.” he said, still out of breath. i chuckled and smiled. “you did to lixxie.” i said. “let’s go get ourselves clean up, yeah?” he asked, i nodded.

felix helped me up off his softening dick and bed. after helping me to the bathroom, felix went to go pick up our clothes. after i did my business and got cleaned up, i heard a knock at the door. “yeah.” i said as i was washing my hands. felix popped his head in and handed me my clothes. “thank you.” i said grabbing them. i put my underwear on first then my hoodie, deciding not to put my sweats back on. “so we made kind of a mess on my bedsheets, is it alright if we go sleep in your room?” felix asked as blush forming across his cheeks. i laughed out and turned to him. “yeah felix. lets go.” i said as we left the sex-scented room.

we both climbed into bed and under the blanket. “i forget how much softer your bed is compared to mine.” felix said, snuggling in. “now i know you’re just saying that because your sleeping next to me because we have to exact same mattress.” i said, cuddling up to him. felix wrapped his arm around me and pulled me even closer. “yeah you’re right.” he said with a big smile. “can you turn off your side lamp now lixxie.” i said. “why? i won’t be able to see your cute face.” he said. “well this cute face needs her beauty sleep, so please turn off the light.” i said. “alright.” he said, quickly turning off the light and turning back to me.

“so did you figure out what you were missing?” felix asked. i closed my eyes and nuzzled my head into his chest. i nodded my head, slowly falling asleep. “what was it?” he asked quietly, most likely sleep taking over his body as well. “you.” i whispered before fallen into a peaceful sleep. “good. i hoped that it was.” he said, kissing the top of my head. “took us long enough.” he said before fallen asleep.

#skz #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee felix x reader #lee felix x y/n #lee felix fluff #lee felix imagines #lee felix #skz fanfic #skz felix #lee felix smut

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starfxkr · 1 month

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a week in the girls outfits: pup

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monday: john b set her up with a job but she fuckin sucked. left halfway through during her lunch break because she was "bored" and didn't like it. john b caught her eating cheese sticks at a nearby spot and just sighed and took her home.

tuesday: time to be that unemployed friend on a random tuesday! spends her day on the beach eating ice cream and giving ppl tarot readings $20 a pop. stops by the store to pick up some fruit so none of the pogues "get scurvy" and her shorts are so tiny everyone was looking when she bent over. john b gave her the bandana to clean her face one day and now she rarely takes it off.

wednesday: spends the day helping john b look over maps but has an eerie feeling the whole time so she gives him a reading. it was bad and she told him to stay home, surprisingly he listened because her readings are always accurate. instead they spend the day doing more research.

thursday: they actually go out on the boat this day, she comes halfway through because she was running errands with pope and they got caught up, packed sandwiches and wears john b's shirt + a hat she got from kitten. embroidered her own shorts because they were patchy and falling apart. spent the whole time freaking everyone out because "year 8 is a dangerous time to be on water."

friday: jj got her a job this time and she's completely under qualified but she also doesn't have to do anything forreal. it's at a local african shop that sells shea butter and horny goat weed where she just answers the phone and tells people the alkaline water is back in stock, there's only 2 other employees who do more than her. showed up in overalls and a top she made out of an old scarf and nobody cared. gets to eat on the clock and is paid under the table so she gets her money that day. she likes the job.

saturday: its a kegger and shes geeked. she got a pair of earrings from her new job and then promptly quit and john b's irked, she doesnt care because she looks cute and plans on getting drunk!!! has to tell john b to be careful because he likes to grab her by her belt loops and he keeps goin for her waist beads.

sunday: she's hungover as hell so she pigs out and sleeps in the bed with john b all day not like he's complaining. perpetually walks around without panties and he gives up on telling her to put some on because he can just slide her shorts to the side and fuck her right there.

#✨.txt #pu #puppy!reader

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themthrfkinprincess · 5 months

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My Astro Observations . . . TROIS

Welcome back to my posts. 😁👋🏾💗

Erm let's get into it I lol haha

This first one is not even an observation ✨but✨ whenever I just hear about Pisces I think of this photo:

This probably does not even freaking make sense to you. Well literally I was on Pinterest and I saw this and the very first thing that popped into my mind was Pisces. Like I don’t know. I think that the seal signifying toothpaste laying on the toothbrush in the middle of a rainy day very mutable water energy. There is something neptunian about it. It’s very Pisces moon to me being specific. Probably doesn’t not even make sense. My cousin is a Pisces, he reminds me of this. Hm. Idk. 🐟🫧🐟🫧

The three fire signs for absolutely no hickory darn dickory reason at all :

OOF Okay. Stereotypical. But these fuckers are just loud for no reason !!! Like fren I PRAY THEE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP🥺🥺🥺. I’m lying lol !! I love loud ppl ahaha !! 😭🤣 Like girl yes let’s yell for no apparent reason at all 😆💖 !! They’re so crazy you can take them anywhere !! But like girl wait cause you don’t want to be in A Quiet Place with them- they will have you UTTERLY. FUCKED😵🤯. Like okay- it’s not even if the person just talks loud or laughs loudly- the fellow sillylington just might quite literally make random noises. These are very spontaneous individuals. And when I speak of this I mean like maybe they might have a good amount of fire placements dominating or have some good influence of it. Like girly your just loud. 😭 I also want to include Gemini partially in this mix cause you guys do weird things out of nowhere I love it- I kind of mentioned this in my last post.

These placements are the Fifth Harmony of astrology- im talking Demi Lavato💀 I'm talking Exo 💀 Just big and loud 💀 You guys give Secret Love Song by Fifth Harmony💀

Taurus, Aries, Capricorn, Sagittarius ,Scorpio remind me of this:

My mom is a Scorpio- with prominent Capricorn influence- she is very much welcomed into the Nation of Idgafsia. LIKE WOW. I aspire to not give a fuck like her !! Like these five placements be minding they bussiness foreralzies !!! Like a bomb in somebody house across the street could go off and mean while they’re in the bathroom setting up their soaps and bodycare right before they get in the shower- like dimming the lights n lighting their candles n everything IM CRYING😭 AOSNDODNSK. These ppl r nonchalant. They’re relaxed and easy to hang around, I love it I love it I love it 💖

like no this be them fr 😭😭😭 :

But personally and specifically I think a Taurus would be the mayor/president of Idgafsia. Using a old friend for observation, I don’t personally know how you could not be cool with one. She reminds me of capybaras.

When I litteraly say shes this gif I mean it. I could put a posionus snake her bed. She would have probrobly wake up and be like “not you put a poisonous snake in my bed while I was sleep. girly that’s so crazy girl let me go to the hospital real quick. ima be back. 🏥🚶🏻‍♀️🗿 ” LIKE HUH??? CQFBHENNR😭. Like if it SERIOUSLY has nothing to do with anything pertaining to them they will rlly just be chilling forreal foreal. 🗿

Aries/Gemini/Water men are so breedable imo

LOL. Let me stop😭

but yeah i could give these men the meanest strap.

Also water sign men are so sexy? wtf??

You can’t tell an Aquarius or Scorpio SHIT. They are very much “erm ackshually my fellow scholar🤓👆🏾 the sun is shuprshingly 📝🤓not the biggest 🤓📚🧪 celestial body within our vast mind boggling universe-🤓👆🏾 you may want to consider looking into stars such Sirius 🤓🤓🤓”

Like yeah dude. We know that. An Aquarius would probably try to explain to you how to walk as if you had not learned that many years ago in your fresh years on this planet. Girl move.

It’s so infuriating!! I CANT count how many times I’ve seen Aquarius like this specifically. Like ouu girly you want to be an encyclopedia soooo bad 🙄🙄 Like I don’t know. You guys really seem like know it alls, it’s really your way or the highway. I wanna prove an Aquarius girly wrong so bad. JUST BECAUSE 😈

They are the personification of finding out your ass was really on the remote after all- and now you just don’t want to admit it. Like we don’t care fren just give us the remote I’m trying to watch Once Upon a Time for the 12948372th time. 😔😞

Like girly wrap it up or whatever 🙄

But no.

No.

I do understand genuinely you guys really like to find information that really helped you out at times-and spread it to dear ones. It's very nice of you seriously- we appreciate it. Thank you my beloved wanna-be-encyclopedia, like rlly seriously my pookie scrimblo sticks. 💗🥰

Speaking of Aquarian influence. MY GOD. Idc if it’s Saturnian or Uranian or whatever. If it’s Aquarian/Capricornian (does that even make sense? I have come to this DEFINITE conclusion; that AQUARIUS/CAPRICORN IS JUST SO SEXY🤯🤯🤯 but the big emphasis is on Aquarius like MY GAWD.

*Dance for You by Beyonce starts to play* Like no . . . Papi Hiddleston is SO. FOINE. *DRAMATIC EXPLOSION* He be having me GAWKIN!! you ever see somebody so sexy you get scared ?!?! 😧 like oooh im shivering in me timbers !!! 😰🫣😨

several Aquarius have done me like that N LOOK. DONT EVEN TRY IT- Yes. I’m a marvel girlie. I might litterly bring up anything marvel related on every post so don’t even be shocked lol. Just expect that from now on im so serious lol. and yo my sister mad whacky she said he’s ugly and talked about his bamboozled hairline what a friggin' bitch😔✋🏾n if you think so too on January 22nd, 2024- on that Monday at 8:17 AM you will slip on a banana peel. 😈 🍌🍌🍌

I’m getting sidetracked BUT I watched that new BBC interview of him after season 2.

AND YO.

HIS VOICE IS SO DEEP WHAT?? ZOO WEE MAMA !!! 🤤🤤🤤

But this is how Capricorn/Aquarius have me😋😋😋

like it’s me bby . . 😜😉 let me be ur girl . . . mmmh stop trippin papi 😚😋🥰

They are sex walking I’m so sorry. This goes for Capricorn too with that Saturn energy. You guys r so hawt n sexay. Like sheesh meowwwww puurrr slay the boots house down yas. 🐈😼 😈

Like jeez let’s play Cool Cat by queen real quick.

Now listen up!

Virgo, Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Aries, Capricorn, and Gemini !!! Im talking to you !! 💗😋 These placements are so accepting imo. Like no- I've just noticed that these placements.

Virgo- I think you guys seem to be good listeners. This goes for Gemini too- maybe because they may share qualities with Mercury. They both do so in a caring sense- such in a sense that if you feel like maybe no one is hearing you/dont feel heard they will maybe at least try to hear you out. I think they r just great when u need an ear 💗

Now Aries, Sag, Leo Gemini and Aquarius I LOVE YOU AGH. Is it me or like I LOVE WATCHING YOU GUYS BE YOURSELVES AHH. You inspire me so much AHH!!

YOU GUYS INSPIRE ME TO BE BOLD N TO JUST BE MYSELF LIKE ARGHH MATEY!! IM GONNA DO IT!!!!!!

I feel like there are times. Where you can feel or felt unsure or awkward about yourself. In my opinion I often see these signs just doing their thing at times- it can be unapologetic. It does not even have to be bold or anything they can just be minding their business doing their everyday thing. I guess what I'm saying is I love how authentic the sign can be.

There is some sort of level of confidence in them that they can stand on. I love it.

And yeah- I've just come to this conclusion that Capricorns, Geminis and Aquarius can just be weird? Like lol. Thier humor can be so weird and so out of the box sometimes- personality too. I feel when they are literally just being them, it is very inspiring to me imo.

Like i feel like you can have a dance off in the kitchen like this at 4am with them idk 😭:

N i guess its why I think these signs (Cap, Leo, Aqua, Aries, Sag) can usually be very sexy easily bc they r just so authentic n raw to me its kind of poetic like im twirling my hair rn n giggling 🤭

I feel like Leo, Aquarius and Scorpio can be like this when hurt:

"I'm so tall, can't get over me

I'm so low, can't get under me

I must be all these things

For I just threw out the love of my dreams"

Of course- when it comes to modality the four signs will obviously have something in common. What I mean with Leo Aqaurius and Scorpio is- they are just so- well- fixed. I noticed they try to act like they don't care about something- when they very much in fact do. You can't jump over them, you can't get under them- you can't get besides them, and like even if you did- it cannot really affect them that much anyway . . . -right? It feels like punching a stone made of jelly on the inside (literally so random- ik fren lmfao) I can punch a stone, It's fine- well not my knuckles ofc- they can be so hard when hurt. Sheesh. Only if you knew that you wobbled up that Jello a little bit on the inside. (Does that even make sense?)

And don't even try to pick up the stone- its too heavy. They ground themselves whatever philosophy they got going on in their noggin🥴🥴🥴🥴- no matter if its emotionally or whatever.

"He is in my eyes, he is in my ears

He is in my blood, he is in my tears

I breathe love, and see him everyday

Even though my love's a world away

Oh, he's got me wondering

My righteousness is crumbling"

It will bother them. And bother them. And bother them. And bother them. Bother them. And Aqaurius with think about it- try to bargain about it imo. Scorpio with feel a very fucking speicfic way about it and not say SHIT. 🙄😒 Leo's are so silly- they just try to act unfazed

but we easily know lol like ok girl-I'm sorry but there is something too whimsical/unserious about them to not know when somethings wrong 😭. But yes-back to the point. In short- its so annoying with them bc three gwrorlies dont just want to admit or submit to things at first. These three live off of cool down time !!! lmfao 🤣 you really got to give them a moment. Maybe a long time too. They care so much. Too much at times- like girl be calm.

I feel like they can do the most. They will do all sorts of things just to stand on something- or an idea or feeling that they had. It is hard for them to be wrong, or to lose. Sometimes I feel like these three need to learn how to truly let things be or go. Not everything has to be a chess game fren. ☹️💗 It like they feel they need to be a few steps ahead- they might feel ashamed or disappointed or sad or otherwise with them.

erm i have few more things to say but im literally tired of typing lol.

Ciao!!

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tvgals · 11 months

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‘ CHILL OUT ‘

pt.3

READ PARTS 2 AND 1 BEFORE READING THIS !

— e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader

synopsis — you’ve been cheated on, you’ve been lied to, and you’ve been heartbroken but you damn well ain’t gon be wallowing in self pity forever.

“you’re not mad?” jess asks you, her face covered in surprise. “nope.” you shrug, grabbing your bag full of snacks and walking out of the store, jess trying to follow up behind you. “on god?” she inquires, biting the inside of her cheek. you kept on walking without any response. “i take that as a no. look, please don’t say anything to jaya. she really trusts me and-“ jess is cut off with you heaving a sigh. “you’ve been talking shit too, huh?” you confront jess, well..not really..it’s more of a yes or no question. “what? ahah! why would you say that?” jess chuckles nervously, twiddling her thumbs.

“i’ve known jaya since sixth grade and i been living in brooklyn since i was born. i know when people talk shit about me, i’m not an idiot. so i will ask you one more time,” you take a deep breath. “have you been talking shit?” jess sighs and stops walking, turning around and walking the other way. that was enough of an answer for you. “fuckin’..” you mumble, walking back to your dorm. everything fell apart within the span of two days. you learned your boyfriend cheated on you, your so called “friend” was talking shit about you to someone new. this was terrible. you missed miles, as much as you hate to say it. you wanted him to hold you and have him tell you he loves you and all of this never happened. you look on your key ring and see the key to miles’ dorm room. you change routes and head over to his room, hoping it’d just be him so his roommate wouldn’t have to hear the oh so awkward conversation. you walk up the stairs leading to the dorms and find yourself outside miles’,contemplating on leaving. before you could think anymore, you insert the key into the lock and walk in, the smell of miles’ cologne hitting your nose. you walk into miles’ room to see him on the bed, seeming as if he’s sleeping. you knew this was a dumb idea. you bite your lip and turn to leave.

“come back..” miles mumbles, rolling into the wall to make room for you. “miles-“ you groan. “just come here. please.” you take your shoes off and lay next to him, trying to not make bodily contact with your ex. in his bed. you and miles sit in silence for a while, listening to the bustling sound of traffic outside and the occasional laughter of children walking down the street. “miles.” you whisper, turning to face him. “yeah?” he whispers right back. “what really happened?” you ask, watching miles hands inch closer to your own.

“if i tell you this you won’t do nothing stupid, right?” miles turns to you, cocking a brow. “promise.” you tell him. miles sighs. “y’know that party i went to like a month ago?” you nod. “i was walking ‘round talkin’ to people, and yo’ lil’ friend jaya came up to me talking bout how she wanted to get put on with me — so i said no cause i already got a girl, right?” you nod along while miles talks. “then she was talking ‘bout how she was better than you this that and the third and i’m like, ‘what?’ you feel me?” you scrunch your face up. someone has to be lying. it’s either him or jaya. “wait wait,” you interrupted him. “jaya said you called her phone?” miles scrunches his face up and looks at you crazy.

“forreal? nah, she’s lying to you ma’.” miles chuckles lowly, pulling you into his side. “are you sure?” you question him, ignoring the fact he told you he did inafct cheat.

“mhm.”

you couldn’t help but think he was lying too, miles was prone to lie. like the time he said he would come home at 9 and came home at 2:30 in the morning or the time he told you he’d never lie to you, but he did, and you couldn’t help but think he’s doing it again. “you’re a liar, miles.” you whisper into his stature.

“i wouldn’t lie to you-“ “but you would. you’ve done it countless times and you expect me to fall for it again. well i won’t, miles morales,” you tell him, pushing yourself off of the bed and walking out his room. “baby, come back.” miles says sternly, getting up and following behind you. “no. you can’t force me to stay here wit’ yo lying, cheating ass. you told me you cheated,” you pointed an accusatory finger into his chest. “and you wanna sit here and sweet talk me? well it’s not gonna fucking work.” you sniff, turning around and walking out the door.

you were gonna get your revenge and fast.

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iamknicole · 9 months

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Chapter One

A/N: This is the beginning of Zilla and Moriah's journey. It may be a little choppy but it'll get smoother starting with the next chapter! Excuse any errors I missed! Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cursing, 18+ only

Prologue

Laughter, singing, and kids screaming happily outside the house could be heard inside. The Fatu family were no strangers to a good barbecue and never needed a reason to have one but this one was special. An honor must of them honestly thought they would never get. But while all the fun was had on the outside, half of the guests of honor was in the bedroom.

"It already started, Mama, like two hours ago. You said you were coming."

"Okay so if I already told you that I'm coming then why call me, Moriah?"

"Because you're not here yet, Mama. You're never late, you hate being late." She huffed.

The door opened catching Moriah's attention, Zilla slipped in closing the door behind himself. He mouthed "who that?" to her to which she put the call on speaker.

"Moriah, please. It's a barbecue, those things never end. I'll get there when I get there."

Again, Moriah huffed. "Just please come soon, Mama."

"I will now stop frowning. You're gonna wrinkle."

To that Moriah rolled her eyes then mouthed for Zilla to speak to her. He hesitated for a moment until his saw her brow raise.

"What's goin' on, Ms. Nadine? How you doin'?"

Nadine grunted audibly. "Hello, Isayah. I'm doing well. And you?"

Moriah put the call on mute for a second, "Please don't. You know she is." She took the call off mute.

"Good to hear that, ma'am. I'm well also."

"I'm sure. Moriah?"

"Ma'am?"

"Don't call again unless something is wrong. I'll get there when I get there."

Zilla waited for her to get off the phone then did it from her hands and into the pocket of his basketball shorts. He pulled her up from the bed then moved his hands to her waist, holding her body against his. She stared up at him with a frown on her face.

"Talk to Zilla. Tell Zilla what's wrong."

"She's being annoying, she's gonna wait until way later to come and when she does come she's gonna act all stank."

He pecked her lips. "Since you know that's how she gon act then it's a good thing she's not coming until later. You still got time to enjoy yourself. Right?"

She mocked him playfully. "Yeah but it's been a year, she shouldn't still be acting like that about us being together."

"I appreciate that you upset about how she feel about me but don't. Ms. Nadine ain't liked me since we was kids, man," he laughed, "And me going away ain't help that shit. She may not ever like me and you gotta be aight with that never changing or that shit gon eat at you and ruin us. Feel me?"

Moriah scrunched her face up at him, "They send your ass to therapy a few times and now you Dr. Phil. Get on my nerves making sense."

He laughed heartily, one of his hands coming up to clutch his chest. "You got jokes but I'm forreal. I'm good whether she with us or not. As long as I got you and you got me, we got all we need. Aight?"

"Aight, Zay."

His hands moved down to her ass, giving it a tight grip."That's right. Gimmie kiss so we can get out there, the fam was looking for you."

"Thought we were gonna have to come looking for yall. Yall was hidin? Tryna make babies?" Jacob asked jokingly from the grill.

Moriah thumped his neck as she passed him. "Hush up. Ain't nobody making no babies. Mama, get him!"

Laughing, Leata looked up from the bubbles she was opening for the kids.

"Leave them alone, Jacob. No babies for them right now, they have more important things to do."

Zilla went to bump shoulders playfully with him, "I ain't been in there but like five minutes. It take a whole lot longer than that. Ain't that right, Fat?"

Moriah stared at him, trying to hold her laughter as her cheeks heated up. "You're embarrassing, stop talking to me."

"Moriah," Leata called out, "Sau ia ma ua."

After giving Zilla a kiss, Moriah followed Leata to a quiet corner of the backyard. The two of them hadn't been able to talk as much as they're used to with them trying to get all the last minute things together for the barbecue and all the company wanting to speak to them respectively.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Just wanted to talk to you before things get really hectic," she explained, watching everybody else, "This past year has been the best that Zilla has had in years. Literally years. And having you by his side has been amazing to see. You two have always worked so well together."

Listening intently, Moriah never took her eyes off of the older woman. She wanted to soak in all of her words, not miss a beat. Their relationship is something she has always treasured.

"I've been there with you both as you both have been building up to this moment. I've been there to support, to help, to hold, to referee," she joked, making them both laugh, "But now you two are about to be on the other side of the country doing your things that you've worked so hard far and I won't be there physically. Although I am only one call away, you two have to remember that all you have is each other."

Moriah spoke softly, "Yes ma'am."

"Eventually you'll build a circle that you both can lean on when necessary but for now it's Zilla and Fat, Fat and Zilla. When my son is too stubborn to remember that, because he will be," she chuckled, "You remind him of that. Remind him of what you're both fighting for and where you both came from."

"I will. He's gonna hate hearing it repeatedly," she laughed, "But I'm gonna tell him, Ma."

Leata finally turned her gaze to Moriah, tears in her eyes that she didn't let fall and a smile on her face. "You both are gonna do amazing, I'll visit whenever I can and remember that alcohol cancels out your birth control."

The sun was nearly setting by the time Nadine made an appearance, unfortunately for her though barbecue had only slowed a little. She entered through the backyard gate, carrying a medium sized gift bag and a slight frown on her face. Her eyes scanned the yard until they landed on her daughter, her frown lifted slightly seeing Moriah.

"Nadine, I'm glad you could make it. You can sit the gift on the table if you'd like," Leata offered as she approached.

Nadine shook her head. "Thank you but no, I wanna give it to her myself. You decorated nicely, I like it."

"I can't take all the credit, Rye helped me out with it. Listen, can we talk before you speak to them?"

Although Nadine didn't want to, she obliged. She didn't really have an issue with Leata, not a big one anyway. She followed Leata into the house and into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the breakfast table.

"She's been looking for you all day, wondering when you were gonna show up."

"She so dramatic," Nadine chuckled, "I told that girl I was coming. Is that what you wanted to talk about? 23 years old and acting like this, yet she's getting ready to move across the country. Tuh."

Leata sat quietly for a moment trying to choose her words carefully as not to upset Nadine. "I get it, she's your only baby and she's growing up, moving away … it's difficult to deal with. He's not my only but he is my baby so I get feeling apprehensive about the whole move. What makes me feel better is knowing that they're gonna have each other."

"Her leaving doesn't make me apprehensive. I expected her to leave and take on a career." Nadine explained flatly. "But what I am apprehensive about and what I did not expect is my daughter making this move because of your son. Making this move with nothing but one car, their clothes and a few personal items."

"Moriah is not making this move because of my son, Nadine. Moriah and Zilla made this decision together after he'd been offered a contract." Leata snapped back. "She may not have a job yet but it'll come. Any hospital would be happy to have her. And yeah they may not have a lot of material items but they have somewhere to lay their heads at night."

The two women calmly went back and forth for the next ten minutes about their children and their plan. Neither planned on backing down from their positions but were able to keep it respectful, which was the hardest for Leata. She couldn't understand why Nadine was so against their relationship and their move. Jacob had walked in on the conversation then walked right back, he let Moriah know that her mother had made it.

"Who knows how long they've been in there," Moriah groaned. "Let me get in there. You coming, babe?"

A part of him wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't let her go alone so he nodded.

"But listen calm down before you get in there. You was havin' a good time, enjoyin' yourself until you found out she was here. Don't let her ruin your mood like that. Aight? Promise me."

"But I," Zilla raising his brows stopped her, "Okay, I promise. I'm calm."

Nodding, Zilla turned his girlfriend around and gently guided her towards the house. When they got inside, the mothers were still going back and forth which made Moriah internally groan.

"Hey, Mama. You look petty."

Getting up from her chair, Nadine finally smiled as she hugged her daughter tight. Zilla and Leata watched them, making eye contact with each other when they realized Moriah held her hands at her side for most of the hug. Nadine let her go, checking out the outfit.

"Thank you. You look cute, showing those legs today I see."

"Thanks. I know you see Zilla behind me, Mama."

"Hmm," she glanced at the young man then stepped around her daughter to hug him briefly, "Of course I did. Couldn't miss him, he's attached to your hip. How are you, Isayah?"

He chuckled, ignoring her slight shade. "I'm good, Ms. Nadine. I do be attached to her hip, if I could get in her skin I'd be there too I can't lie. How you doing though? You good? You aight, Ms. Nadine?"

"I just bet you would. I'm fine, Isaiah." She huffed turning back to her daughter. "Did you tell your father about your big move?"

"Told him when I told you. He excited about it, Mama. I wish you would be too." She admitted honestly.

"Well don't waste a wish on that cause it won't ever happen."

Moriah knew she promised her boyfriend that she would be calm and relaxed but her mother was grating her last nerve into dust. She punched the bridge of her nose momentarily. "Why are you being such a butt about this, Ma? Just be happy for me, even if you don't like him do it for me."

"Moriah DeBreaux, did you just call me an ass? Absolutely not, ma'am. Unacceptable."

"Well that's what you're acting like. I would like for you to be happy for me," she stressed. "We're leaving in the morning and you can't even try to act happy."

Watching her daughter with a brow raised, Nadine waited until she was sure Moriah was done. She stepped closer to her daughter, maintaining eye contact.

"I love you, Moriah. I love you so much that I don't wanna see you ruin your life but I wish you and him luck on your move. I hope that I'm wrong and it's everything you ever wanted." A faint smile showed on Moriah's face as she readied herself to hug her mother but was stopped. Zilla moved to stand behind his girlfriend, putting his hands on her shoulders and Leata watched from her seat at the breakfast table. "However, if I'm right and you realize that this move and this relationship was a terrible decision like I said it was, you are always welcome back home with me. I won't even say I told you so."

"It's probably best if you leave, Nadine. That's enough." Leata spoke softly. "They're leaving at 5 tomorrow morning if you would like to see them off."

Before leaving Nadine gave Moriah her gift, Leata excused herself so the young couple could talk. Knowing she was down, Zilla massaged her shoulders quietly giving her space to talk when she was ready. It was no secret to anyone in their lives how Nadine felt about him and the relationship, it was also no secret about the way Nadine's feeling made Moriah feel. While it was no skin off Zilla's back, his girlfriend's feelings mattered to him.

"She could've just turned down the invite. Hell, I shouldn't have even invited her and all of this would've been avoided," she expressed into the air. "I see why my dad got outta that house."

Zilla hummed, letting her know he was listening. She chuckled humorlessly as she opened the gift bag making him peer over her shoulder into the bag.

"What's that?"

Moriah started to take the items out of the bag, sitting them on the table. "Ring doorbell, a set of towels and washcloths, and a box of condoms that wouldn't fit you if we tried."

He chuckled a bit, "Damn so she don't think I can keep you safe or clean and my dick small. Damn, that's fucked up."

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she turned to face her boyfriend. Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him down to kiss him through her laughs.

"I guess so but we know better."

He pecked her lips a few times then reached for the box of condoms, studying the box with a slight smirk on his face. "She really looked at me and said extra small. That shit wild. What you told her, Fat?"

The way her eyes lit up as she threw her head back and laughed, made him laugh with her. He loved to see that smile on her face, he'd do whatever he could to keep it there.

"I ain't tell her nothing, Zay. Especially not that. I'm not even sure an extra small would fit on your finger,"

"Shid, let's find out," he laughed, opening the box. He pulled one out, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open without missing the look on her face. "What? What you lookin at me like that for?"

She scrunched her face, feeling her body heat up a little. "I don't think I've ever seen you open a condom before, that's all."

"It's usually already open," he shrugged, tossing the paper onto the counter once he got the condom out, "You like that?"

She nodded slowly. "Yup."

"Noted," he responded, focused on balancing the condom on his index finger, "Roll it down fa' me, Fat."

The intrusive thoughts were getting to her but she pushed them aside to do what he asked. Carefully, she rolled it down his finger not being able to hold her giggles in. He laughed with her as he waited for her to finish.

"Look like it fit," he joked, flexing his finger at her. "But it damn sho ain't gon fit nowhere else."

"It ain't but why she felt the need to get the lubricated one," Moriah laughed, wiping the residue on her shorts.

"Guess she tryna say you need a lil help," he laughed, dodging her hit, "I'm just saying, man. Come 'ere so I can test this out."

She backed away from him, laughing. "Oh uhn uhn, no. Your family is out there."

"And you ain't ever cared any other time." He took another step towards her while she took one back. "You gon make me chase you, Fat? Come 'ere, girl."

Fifteen hours after they said their goodbyes in Houston, Moriah and Zilla arrived in Orlando at the apartment complex they would call home for the foreseeable future. They laughed, they cried, they argued a bit on their drive but it was all worth it. The leasing manager was nice enough to wait on their arrival to hand off their keys even though it was after seven when they arrived. Moriah had slept through the last leg of the drive and Zilla getting the keys which he was more than okay with. He wanted to surprise her in a way.

"Come on, Fat. Time to wake up, babygirl." He leaned across the seat to kiss her face. "Get on up, Fat."

Parking in front of their building, Zilla shook her gently speaking softly to her.

Moriah slowly woke from her nap, rubbing at her face and looking around. "Where are we, babe?"

He smiled widely, dangling their keys. "We home, baby."

For the next couple of hours, they worked together on bringing their belongings up to their second floor, one bedroom apartment and getting it unpacked. The bulk of their things were their clothes and all the gifts from the barbecue. They were thankful his mom had the idea to make it a housewarming/going away barbecue. They'd gotten so many gifts from family and friends of items they would need for their apartment. They're favorite gift after that long drive was the air mattress, one of his aunts had gotten them. Instead of taking their bed across country, they opted to buy a new one whenever they could once in Florida.

"Where you want the TV and the bed?" He asked, pulling his shirt over his head then wiped his sweat with it.

"Uuh we can go head and put it in the bedroom, babe. No need in us sleeping in the living room when we have a room." He nodded, going to start inflating the bed. She continued to stock their kitchen items away. "I'm gonna order dinner! What do you want?"

"I'll eat whatever! Don't matter to me," he yelled from the bedroom.

She mumbled a joke under her breath, laughing softly at it. Once she was done, she ordered Chipotle for them then went to check on him. Zilla was putting the final touches on the now made up bed, it brought a smile to Moriah's face.

"You're much better at that than I am," she joked, approaching him. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "Looks good."

"Thank you. You ordered the food already?"

"Yeah, should be here in like 30 minutes."

"Bet. Ima take a shower before it gets here. You good before I do that?" He saw a familiar look pass her face before she shook her head. "You sure? Cause every time I ask and you say no, you get to yellin' my name while I'm tryna wash my ass."

She laughed, flicking his arm. "I do not do that all the time but I'm sure. Go, go wash ya stank butt. Go."

After his shower and hers, the couple sat on their living room floor eating their dinner together. Since they got back together, they made it a point to eat together whenever they were together.

"You tell Booker you made it?"

He nodded, taking a moment to chew and swallow his food."I did and he told me to let Hunter know too. So did that."

"Aaaand," Moriah pushed, barely containing her excitement.

"Told me to be at the PC at 8 tomorrow ready to work."

Moriah put her food aside then moved closer, throwing her arms around him, careful of his food. She kissed his face repeatedly. "I'm so proud of you, Zay. You better be proud of yourself too. You're gonna be great, everybody already love you so you have nothing to worry about."

She felt him deflate under her so she hugged him tighter. His thoughts rushed to him, too many at one time bouncing off of the walls of his mind.

"What if I fuck it up?" He asked softly.

"What if you kill it? They wouldn't have went out their way to offer a contract, let alone let you negotiate up if they didn't think you could do it, Zay." She coached softly as she rubbed his head. "Don't overthink this. Booker is gonna be there with you and you know wherever you go, your dad is there too."

He kissed her arm, pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, thank you. What you gon get up to tomorrow? I'm prolly gon be gone all day."

Moriah knew what that meant, the conversation about him was over and maybe they would circle back but she wouldn't hold her breath on it. She went back to her spot, noticing the small smile on his face.

"Get our internet and cable turned on, maybe put the ring camera up and depending on how those two go I'm either gonna get groceries delivered or Uber to get it."

"Shit," he mumbled, "If you wanna take the car, you can drop me off or I'll uber. I ain't even think about it."

She waved him off with her fork back in her hands, "I'm fine, I promise. You take the car."

"You don't need to be in no strange car, Fat. I'm serious."

"Okay so I won't uber, I'll get it delivered. Deal?" She asked, trying to end it. "I honestly don't feel like leaving the apartment anyway."

Eyeing her for a second, he accepted her words and went back to his food. The thought of him potentially being too busy to answer the phone if she was in trouble didn't feel good to him. It was the two of them now and he took protecting her even more seriously.

"Aight but I mean it, don't let me find out you did that shit anyway, Moriah. I ain't playin."

"Okay, Daddy Zilla," she joked, trying to make him laugh, "I promise that I won't uber without you. Scouts honor."

"When you gon apply to them hospitals? Or you finally stopped being hard headed and ain't gon work like I suggested?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Wanting to work is not being hard headed, baby. I didn't go to school all this time and stress me, you and your mom out tryna study for that test just to not use my degree, Zilla. Oh I'm working in somebody hospital."

They laughed together, Zilla threw his napkin at her catching her in the forehead.

"When you put it that way, hell yeah yo ass finna go to work," he added, "I ain't get none for like a month fuckin with that test that you was cryin' bout. So back to my original question, when you gon apply?"

She mocked him through her laughter. "Shut up, I was not that bad but I'm gonna do it tomorrow while I have peace and quiet."

"I caught that shade but that's fine, don't be kissin' on me when I get home tomorrow since you said that. I'm proud of you though. Can't wait for you to get on so I can slide up there to see you," he rubbed his hands thinking about it, "If ion see you ima ask them to page Nurse Fat for me. Tell em I'm feelin' a lil feverish."

"Boy," she fell out laughing, "Do not come harassing me at my job. Ima call security."

"Damn I can't come see my lady at work. I'm tryna see you in ya scrubs and shit and take you to lunch but you gon call them people on me. That's cold, Fat. Real cold."

After dinner, the couple cleaned up and got ready for the next day. Their wind down ended with them relaxing comfortably on their air mattress. Neither of them realized how tired they were from their cross country trek until that moment. Knowing they would both fall asleep soon, Zilla facetimed his mom so they both could hear her voice before drifting off.

"My babies," she smiled as soon as her face came into view, "You both look worn out."

Zilla pulled his girlfriend closer, her back to his front, resting his head on her slightly.

"Cause we are," She giggled softly. "Especially after being so alert with road rage here driving."

Laughing, he spanked her thighs playfully. "That's you with that road rage, staring people down and shit."

Leata interrupted through her laughter knowing the two of them would continue to go back and forth. "Well either way, I'm glad you two made it. Call me tomorrow, let me know how things went. I love you both."

"Love you too," the couple responded simultaneously.

As the words were leaving their lips, Zilla and Moriah were falling asleep. Leata's voice being the ultimate comfort for them. She watched them a while longer and prayed for them both before ending their call.

#AAO #zilla & moriah #zilla fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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boltupbitches · 11 months

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Kiss it Better - Jimmy Garoppolo (fluff)

Jimmy felt the bed shift as he lay there. It had been over a week since his foot surgery and it had been a hell of a time recovering from it. Once the anesthetic wore off and the initial pain medication given to him at the hospital, he was in agony.

He was thankful his fiance was a registered nurse who took time off to help him at home in his recovery, especially given how private he wanted to be in his recovery. It was bad enough the media was speculating his downfall with the Raiders before he even had a chance to step on the field.

He felt her lean down over him and press a kiss to his cheek. He pouted slightly, knowing it was time for him to get up and take his meds. The same meds that gave him a killer stomach ache the first few days on them - combined with the post-anaesthetic reaction he had. Thankfully, his fiance realized right away that he needed an anti-nausea pill to help him deal with adjusting.

“Baby, I got your medicine and a yogurt to take it with. Also, I made your breakfast. I’ll bring it up to you.”

He shifted and sat up with her support, wincing at the barest of moments sending pain down his leg and into his foot. He looked at the contraption his foot was in and wanted to cry at the sight of it. It fucking sucked.

It seemed like no matter how much time he put into playing and recovery, he was constantly getting injured. He heard and read the comments from fans, sports analysts, ‘journalists’, and even his former coaches at the 49ers. After the debacle last year with Shanahan insulting him, he couldn’t help but feel a pit in his stomach at the idea of his new head coach getting on his ass.

What started as a good relationship in the Bay turned sour at the end. His teammates supported him, and poor Lance was stuck in the middle of the shift, not having a say in replacing him. Then, Lance got injured and Purdy had to step in.

He remembered feeling many days of dread and disappointment when his foot got broken while playing. His fiance took time off - thankfully working at a practice that was supportive and friendly with the soon-to-be Mrs. and Mr. Garoppolo - and cared for him. His mother had flown down from Chicago as well to help out.

When all was said and done, he felt a mix of relief and sadness at leaving the 49ers organization. A place he considered his home and family the last few years. He made amazing friends and connections with so many. He even met his fiance while running a kids camp (she was there with her nephew).

Yet, as he laid in bed, observing his foot between bites of yogurt, he couldn’t help but want to cry. It was just fucked how his luck was these last few seasons.

His fiance came back in moments later, carrying a food tray with an assortment of delicious breakfast food. He could see a southern omelet, fresh sliced fruit, and bacon on it. Next to it was a large water bottle of iced water, filled up to the 8am line. ‘You should drink 8 8-ounce glasses of water a day. This water bottle will help you keep track.’ She told him once.

She was meticulous in her care and Jimmy knew she was also the type of nurse who would rip you a new one for not following instructions.

He was eating silently as she took a seat in bed next to him, her smoothie pull looking just as appetizing. He leaned over slightly and said, “Can I have a bite?”

She smiled at him and rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t you have an entire plate of food in front of you, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, but yours look just as good.” He said back.

“Hmm..” She pretended to think about it before lifting a spoonful up to him. She brought it to his lips and just as he leaned in for a bite, she pulled the spoon back quickly and stuck it in her mouth instead, making a loud and exaggerated, “hmmmm” sound.

Jimmy stared at her in mock outrage, swatting her thigh, “That was cold, babe. Just cold and cruel.”

“It was tasty though.” She responded cheekily. She held up another spoonful, “Forreal this time, here, try a bite.”

He did so and just as he was taking a bite, he somehow managed to bite his lip when chewing up the berries. “Fuck… I bet my fucking lip.” He groaned, touching the spot and hoping it wasn’t bleeding. “How the fuck did I do that?”

His fiance giggled at him and responded, “Because you’re impatient. I swear, James..” She sat her bowl down on the nightstand next to her and gently crawled closer to him, taking his face in her hands and inspecting his lip. “It’s not too bad. Just a bit swollen and red. You’ll live.”

“It hurts,” He pouted.

“Want me to kiss it better?” She teased.

He pretended to think about it before nodding.

She giggled and leaned in to press her lips to his. “I love you, you silly manchild.”

“I love you too, my perfectionist soon-to-be wife.”

They looked at each other with big smiles, just happy to be with one another after the chaotic last few years they experienced. One thing Jimmy knew for certain, a kiss from her was a kiss that made everything better.

#jimmy garoppolo #jimmy g #jimmy garoppolo fanfiction #jimmy garoppolo imagine #jimmy garoppolo one shot #jimmy garoppolo fanfic #jimmy garoppolo imagines

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shurisbathwater · 1 year

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::𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

PART 1

"--𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄"

Riri Williams x black fem ! Reader

𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 :: smoking weed , slight smut , cussing , friends w benefits 😛(fav trope)

A/n:: imagine y/n in the bohemian aesthetic 🤞🏾🤞🏾 idk she just gives me that vibe

Favourite by nicki minaj & jerimih

"--𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎, baby." Your girlfriend, shuri said as you sat on her lap, pouting at her. Shuri had been your girlfriend for about a month now, she certainly had the looks ... from her two toned plump lips to her dark skin and curly hair. She was exactly your type, but sometimes you felt like she wasn't being exactly truthful.

Alot of the time, actually.

"Okoye called me over." She chuckled lightly at your face. "You said we'd chill at home today. You always go out." You rolled your eyes as you got up from her lap. Though you knew it wasn't her "okoye".

"cmon love, don't be like that." She got up to caress your cheek. You looked up at her as she did it. She was quite tall. You were only 5"7. "Ill be home by ten." She pecked your cheek and walked out of the room, heading to the door.

Yeah, she was 100% lying to your face.

You heard a slam coming from the main door, of course. You sighed as you sat on the bed, alone once again. Fuck, you needed a smoke. With your favourite person, Riri Williams.

You : you tryna roll up or what?

Riri : you already know the answer babe

You grinned to yourself , but quickly stopped. You had a girlfriend. But the most attractive thing about Riri was that she always had your back, and the fact that she was so persistent with you.

You had led her on a couple of times, which you had regretted. Bit by bit it would eat you alive. Yet you still felt an itch of irritation when she talked to other girls.

I dont wanna hype ya

But you a lucky nigga

If my mean ass like ya

You grab your keys and walk to Riris, she lived a few floors down , all it took was a simple elevator.

You close the door behind you and dust off your outfit, a skirt and tube top you made yourself.

The Elevator opened within seconds and now you were on Riri's floor.

You took a couple of steps to Riri's apartment and knock on the door. She opens within seconds and you take a minute to admire...her in general.

She had just got her Knottless braids done , edges laid and a simple white tank top with some sweats. "Hey bae" you say as you come in to hug her. You always called eachother pet names, though Shuri didn't really like it.

Her hand traced your hips, all the way down to your...

Nevermind.

"Let me get a blunt." You giggled as you clapped your hands jokingly.

'Cause if its you I would change for

You always make sure ...

I just wanna be your favourite.

You headed to her room to roll up, of course. And thats what you did--before you knew it you were couped up on one of her balcony chairs, her sitting beside you.

You looked at Instagram and clicked on Shuris story, that wasn't Okoye's house. At all. You saw another girl, faceless due to her back facing the screen.

"Oh." You said as your voice cracked. "Pass the blunt. Quick I need it."

"Couldve been a bit more discreet." You muttered. "Whats up?" She asked. To turn the phone to her and she raises her brows. "I was right about her ass." She scoffed as she took a hit of the blunt.

"You never liked her, Riri."

" And I hope she knows it. Ion like seeing anyone with you."

You chuckled lightly as you turned off your phone, she always knew how to make you feel better. Riri passed the blunt to you and you held it in your hand for a minute. "She's a liar. I told you"

"Forreal, fuck out my face, you know what I mean?" You said as you exhaled, letting the smoke from the blunt leave your mouth. You passed it back to Riri, your eyes starting to feel heavy.

"I feel you." She replies,taking the blunt in her hands and getting a hit. "Mhm." You hummed as you adjusted yourself in the chair. "I cant believe i let her fuck on me." You mumbled as you look at the time on your phone.

"who wouldn't fuck you though?"

"You would?"

"Yeah."

"You tryna test that theory?"

"I think your already high, let's put this out..." you say as she takes another puff. This time the smoke blows straight into your mouth.

"Completely sober."

You both lean in and kiss, her tounge swirling in your mouth. She starts off at a steady pace and leans in a bit more and kisses harder. You gasp throughout the kiss.

I just wanna be your favourite.

Your heart beat quickened as you realised this is all you've been dreaming about ... this exact moment. She goes down to your neck and you wince at her touch, knowing she's going to take out all of her internalised feelings on you.

"Am I your favourite y/n?" She asked as she slipped her hand up your thigh, your knee length skirt getting in the way. You didnt reply, you knee what you were doing. You were doing something so bad, but it felt so good.

"Say it."

"Yes." You said breathlessly.

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clearlydiamondz · 1 year

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The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

Part Six

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Erik being the most popular person at Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

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(Y/N) sat at her desk, reviewing her notes for her astronautics class. She needed something to keep her mind off of the situation with Erik for the time being but she knew she would have to face him. Especially because she left her things and her car over at his house. She woke up with a huge headache, still a tad bit drunk from the night before so that really wasn’t an option to try and go over there.

She fixed herself a nice cup of tea, put on some classical music, and did what she did best. Studying. She couldn’t help but think about the fact that her feelings were hurt. Especially after everything she thought her friends said. As much as she wanted to refuse the idea of Erik using her to get back at the two of them, the little piece stayed in her mind.

She heard her door open, turning around to see Omariana in her gown with a croissant in her hand. “Here, eat this. You need some bread.” she placed it on her desk and she thanked her.

“Thank you,” she whispered before pulling the crossing apart and eating pieces of the bread. Omariana leaned against the desk and started to stare (Y/N) down. She looked back at her before sighing.

“Yes?”

“Don’t catch an attitude with me. I still deserve an explanation from last night,” she said to her with a chuckle. “I mean, Jakeen told me a few things but I want to hear your side of the story,” she said. (Y/N) placed the croissant on her desk before starting,

“I was coming out of the bathroom and he was there. I-”

“He followed you into the bathroom. Fucking weirdo.” Omariana rolled her eyes.

“I’m sayin’. Anyways, he tries to talk to me about Erik and how I didn’t know him like he did. And how he said that he was changing me because I started to drink and go to parties.” she said with a roll of her eyes, making Omariana scoff.

“Okay but that doesn’t make no sense. Because you were planning this way at the beginning of summer. Boy bye.” she said sitting on (Y/N)’s bed.

“That part. Then Aliyah brought her ass out of no were asking if there was an issue. I was just trying to leave but he bought up how I was fucking Erik.”

“No... Aliyah was on Instagram last night on some bull shit.” Omariana replied. For some reason that just made her stomach drop.

“Wait.. what?” Omariana pulled her phone out of her robe pocket, pulling up her Instagram and showing Aliyah’s page.

Dumb ass hoe blocked me... how you claim you were a friend but fucked him at the chance. Bitch been plottin from the start ong

“Bruh, I been had her blocked, what the fuck is she talking about?” (Y/N) said before going to the next story.

Enjoy my leftovers lil hoe, that’s what I call a rebound bitch fr

“Does she not have anything else to do with her life. Tired ass bitch.” (Y/N) mumbled giving her the phone back.

“I mean... you had to know that this was going to happen sooner or later.” Omariana warned her.

“I know, I know. We tried to be secret about our relationship but fucking Travis. Like, dead ass he should’ve just kept that shit on the low if he liked me. I don’t even think he really likes me. He just like the idea of me liking him but I don’t want him no more. Not after doing some pussy shit like that.” she snapped turning up.

“Forreal. Especially after Erik punched the Mario coins out of that nigga. That is not a turn-on.” Omariana laughed.

“It was kind of sexy when Erik punched him. Not gonna lie.” (Y/N) admitted.

“About Erik, have you talked to him?” she asked as (Y/N) shook her head.

“He’s been texting me but I have my phone on do not disturb.”

“So how do you know he’s been texting you?”

“Because I be checking.” The both of them laughed as (Y/N) sighed. “I really don’t know what to do or say to him. Like god’s honest truth, what they were saying, as much as I hate it, does make sense.” she finished. Omariana sighed before saying,

“You know I wouldn’t tell you anything that I know would hurt in the long run right?” Omariana said.

“Of course.”

“And you know how much I dislike Erik.. right?”

“Oh, I haven’t noticed.” (Y/N) responded nonchalantly. Omariana hit her on the thigh before saying,

“Look. I would have never thought in a million years I’d be saying this but... ever since you and Erik started dating, I noticed a change in him. Hell, even Jakeen noticed it too.” she admitted. (Y/N) tilted her head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s been more tolerable. Like a little more mindful of what he does and says. The other day I went over to Jakeens place and Erik was there, we actually had an interesting conversation just me and him. And I remember thinking to myself, wow.. he ain’t that bad. Then yesterday when he corrected himself.” she said. (Y/N) couldn’t respond to that because that’s how Erik has always been with her.

“That’s how he always been with me, though.”

“Key word.. with you. Even when he was dating ole girl he wasn’t like this. The fact that he’s actually pressed about you. I know Erik, he would’ve been moved on from this situation. Matter of fact, he wouldn’t even have fought Travis if it was some other chick.” she finished off. (Y/N) went silent as her mind started working.

“As much as you are thinking about how this looks on Erik’s part, look about the overall picture. Travis is realizing that he won’t ever get the chance to be with you. So now he is on his if I can’t have you no one can bullshit. We all peeped at how he started acting when you and Erik started to flirt with each other. At the party back in August.”

“Aye, (Y/N). Come outside with me real quick.” Travis spoke up. She looked up at him confusingly.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she said. She followed him outside, Erik waited till they were out the door before looking at Omariana.

“Aye, Mari. What’s up with her? She gotta man?” he asked her as she talk to her.

”No but you ain’t finna talk to her. And what did I tell you about calling me that.” she said to him. Erik rolled his eyes.

“Damn I can’t even-”

“You damn right you can’t. You must have forgotten, girl talk on the team. And there has been a lot of drama surrounding you.” she pointed at him as he kissed his teeth.

Omariana looked at Jakeen to see if he was peeping the same shit. Obviously, Omariana told Jakeen about the old crush that (Y/N) had on Jakeen. And Jakeen saw the way Erik looked at (Y/N)’s photo earlier. It would be like Erik to try and holler at her to get back at Travis.

Jakeen peeped it too. They both knew that Travis was slowly starting to feel her, but it was way too late. Jakeen knew once Erik made his way into (Y/N)’s life, she would want him.

But they weren’t expecting Erik and (Y/N) to fall head over heels for each other.

The night in question started to play in her memory. He had feelings for her since that night.

“Damn. I’m dumb,” she said scratching her forehead.

“Nah not dumb... you just see the good in everyone and people take advantage of that. Think about the ole girl. Even after she was caught cheating on Erik, she tried to start shit with every other girl that she thought he was talking to. So she tried to say that Erik was getting back at her for being with you. And not gonna lie, I thought it too. Until I saw how he acted around you.” she responded honestly standing up.

“All I’ma say is, maybe, give Erik a chance. He really does want you. (Y/N).” Omariana gave her one last look before leaving.

One thing she could say is Omariana was really spot-on with her advice. Not once had she ever given (Y/N) advice that didn’t turn out well for her. She grabbed her phone, unlocking it where there sat the messages that Erik sent her. Four more text messages came in.

Erik: I’m just texting you to check up on you, that’s all

Erik: You left everything over here, do you want me to drop it off.

Erik: Actually just come over, your car is here is too

Erik: Come on, I miss you...

She decided to text him back.

(y/n): can we talk

In an instant, (Y/N) received a face time call with Erik. She accepted the call, placing her phone up against her laptop.

“Hey, are you okay?” Erik asked immediately. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how fast he called and his jumping straight to the questions.

‘Hi, I’m fine. How are you?” she asked him.

“Fine, just worried about you,” he said honestly as she smiled at the camera slightly. “I want to see you. Are you coming back?” he asked her.

“Yeah... I need to call and uber but I-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll come pick you up,” he said. It looked like he was getting out of bed and getting dressed.

“Dang can I finish.” she laughed. “I need to study and-”

“You can study over at my house.” he cut her off. “I’m serious (Y/N), I want you over here. You were supposed to be with me last night.” he placed his phone up on his bathroom sink grabbing his toothbrush to brush his teeth.

“I know, I know it’s just-” she paused before continuing to talk. “After everything, I was just overwhelmed and I needed to be in my own space to get my thoughts together,” she replied honestly.

“I understand but look-” he spat out the toothpaste before looking dead into the camera. “I’m saying this because I want to be with you. What they were saying wasn’t true, right. I want you and I need you for real. I’ll do anything to show that to you..” he told her.

“I know, but that very thing we tried to avoid it happening,” she said worriedly.

Erik knew what she talking about. Aliyah was blowing his phone up with text messages and calls, trying to get in touch with him. Finally, he saw what she had posted online about her.

“If you’re talking about Aliyah, I’m sorry about that. Forreal,” he said. “I’ve been ignoring all her calls and text messages,” he said.

“She’s been trying to reach out to you?” she asked him, he nodded finishing up brushing his teeth and picking up his phone.

“All last night and a little bit this morning. I’ll show you the text messages when I see you, this shit is blowing me,” he said putting on his beanie and grabbing his keys.

“Erik, I can catch an uber over there,” she said standing up and closing her door so she could get dressed.

“Nah, I’m picking you up. I should be there in about 15 minutes,” he said stepping out of his front door. The two of them hang up as she packed up her materials to study over at his house.

Erik got into his 2023 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. He heard his phone ringing, thinking that it was (Y/N), not looking at the contact.

“Finally you answer my fucking calls nigga, the fuck is wrong with you!?” he heard the irritating voice on the other end, knowing that it was nobody but Aliyah.

“To be honest, I answered that shit on accident. Aliyah what the fuck do you want and why do you keep blowing my phone up.” he snapped at her, starting the car up and pulling out of the parking spot.

“You’re really fucking trifling you know that. Playing with that girl’s feelings to try and get back at me. Nigga let it go. I’m so over”

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this to get back at your ass. If that is true, do you think that you would have known this by now? We’ve been fucking with each other for months now.” he snapped at her. The phone got dead silent making Erik laugh. “Now how is the silly ass bitch now. Stop fucking playing with me. You wanna sit here and act like this shit is about you, it ain’t. So you and that other nigga can hop off my dick and stop fucking with (Y/N). Because if I find out any one of y’all dumb asses said anything to her, I swear-”

“Oh please, Erik. Ain’t nobody scared of you. If I want to say something to that bitch I will happily do so. She’s the one that’s fucking my ex and-”

“And did you not cheat on me with that bum ass nigga!? Someone who was still my fucking bro!? Get the fuck out here and be real with yourself. Because it ain’t the same and you a crazy ass bitch if you think so.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself!? You were in Oakland and I was lonely and he was-”

“Listen. I’ma be real with you. I really don’t give a fuck. That wasn’t stopping you from asking me for money, right? That wasn’t stopping you from staying in my apartment when I was in Oakland, right? Yo dirty ass would have probably fucked him in my place if I didn’t have cameras old dirty bitch.” he insulted her.

“Dirty? Nigga you fucking with a bitch that’s dirty. Who sleeps with her ex-friend’s ex. That’s fucking childish as hell bro all for what? A nigga that she wanted, wanted me? That bitch wishes she was me.”

“Nah I highly doubt that. I ain’t wasting no breath with you. Say anything to her, I’ma beat his ass, and then pay them bitches that don’t like you to jump you.” Before she could say anything else, the phone hang up

As she was tidying up her room, there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” she yelled, thinking that it was Omariana. When she noticed that it wasn’t her, but that it was Erik, she looked at him in shock.

“Hi.” he shut the door behind him before walking towards her.

“You good?” he asked her cupping her face.

“Yeah, I was just reviewing my notes and things. That’s-”

“You know what I’m talking about. I’m not talking about that.” he reminded her as she sighed.

“I’m not really a drama-filled person so this is obviously irritating me. I just wanted to keep what we had on the low and now it’s blowing back in our face,” she admitted looking back at him. He smacked his teeth letting her face go.

“I’m going, to be honest with you. Straight from the begging I didn’t want to do that shit. I want everyone to know I’m yours and vice versa. If anyone has something to say about it they can come to me. And I’ll ignore their ass like I’m doing this bitch.” he said. He pulled out his phone opening it up to see text messages from an unsaved number:

834-432-4394: Erik answers my fucking call...

834-432-4394: Tell that bitch when I see her it’s on sight, on everything.

834-432-4394: You a weak ass nigga for fucking with that bitch on god

834-432-4394: That’s fine, keep ignoring my ass. You act like we ain’t been through this before and you came back, begging to eat this pussy

“Oh, my-” she whispered rereading the text messages. It threw her by surprise how crazy this girl really was. She ain’t never seen this side of her. She was surprised she didn’t catch her like this when they were friends.

“She called me begging to talk but I don’t want anything to do with her. " Either of their asses,” he told her as she returned the phone.

“Erik... I am worried about this. I have a lot to lose if she does something.” she said sitting down at her desk. Erik kneeled in front of her grabbing her hands that were in her lap.

“I promise I won’t let anyone touch you. I put that in my life. I don’t want to be the reason that everything you worked for gets fucked up. I’ll fix it, don’t you worry about nothing.” he comforted her. He looked back at her before saying, “I will do anything to protect what we have.” he whispered to her.

She scanned his face, seeing nothing but worry and adoration. She knew he was telling the truth. And she knew that he was the type of man to stand by his word. Something in her told her not to worry, and she was going to do exactly that.

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The next day, she sat in front of the mirror in the dance room, doing her normal stretches. Not surprising her though, she was getting some stares as the girls whispered amongst themselves. She had her AirPods pro so she couldn’t really hear what they were talking about. Kia, Omariana, and Brandy walked into the hall before seeing (Y/N) stretching in the mirror. She looked up and saw them walking towards her, standing up and taking out her earphones.

“Girl..” Brandy whistled as (Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile on her face.

“Don’t get me started. I swear.” she said placing her hands on her hip.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. Erik got you all posted up and shit. Y’all adorable or whatever.” Kia laughed pushing her a little bit in a teasing way.

“Mhm, could’ve fooled me.” Omariana laughed placing her bag and water on the ground.

“Well, we are taking it a little slow. On my request.” (Y/N) said a matter of factly as Omariana scoffed.

“ ‘Taking it slow’ my ass.” She mocked her. “This nigga be looking at you like he ready to chew through yo panties.” Everyone laughed as (Y/N) blushed. She knew it was true, and that look got him anything he wanted. Before she could say anything, Ms.Ruby, their coach came out on the floor.

“(Y/L/N). Lemme see you in my office.“ Everyone looked at her, as she stood up from her seat. She wiped her hands off on her thighs before walking pass the glares and stares she received. She walked into the office before closing the door shut.

“Gone head and sit down. I think you know what I’m going to talk to you about.” Coach Ruby said sitting down in her office chair.

“Yeah.. I figured.” (Y/N) sighed sitting down on the chair scratching her forehead. “Look Coach, I-”

“Hold up. Lemme finish.” she said with her hand up to signal for her to stop talking. “Now between me and you, you are the only girl on this team with the exception of a few who has given me your 100% effort since you were a freshmen. Hell, you gave me more at your tryouts when you were a little bitty thing when you were a senior in high school.” she started off. “You’re always on your Ps and Qs, crossing your Ts and dotting your Is. So when one of your dance mates comes to me and tell me that you’re messing with that boy Stevens, you know I had to say something to you right? Knowing everything he has done with this team.” she said.

“Coach Ruby with all respect, majority of them are lying. I-”

“You don’t think I know that? Trust me, I know a desperate female when I see one but like I said. You are one of my best dancers and best students and I don’t need drama getting to your head, you hear me?” she warned as (Y/N) nodded.

“Yes Ma’am.” she nodded.

“That brings me up to my next point.” she pulled out her tablet and passed it across the table as she picked it up. It was her at one of the fraternity parties that her and everyone else were on the weekend before. She had a cup of liquior in her hands and she was dancing on Erik.. a tad bit sexually.

“Did someone really send this to you?”

“Yes, Mirah did.” she rolled her eyes. Of course it would be one of the girls he entertained. “Look, I can care less about what you do once you are outside these walls. But when the outside effects what we have going on inside of these walls, that’s when I have to step in.” she reminded her.

“And has anything happened?”

“You don’t think I know about the little tussel that happened on Saturday night?” she asked her. (Y/N) sighed.

“That wasn’t even our fault. Travis-”

“All I’m hearing is excused (Y/N). And you know how I feel about those.” she stopped her. (Y/N) closed her eyes in annoyance.

“So what? Am I suppose to not date. Am I suppose to not have a life? Because people don’t know when to mind their business?” she snapped. It caught Coach Ruby off guard.

“Now wait just a minute. I don’t have a problem with you dating that boy. Like I said once your grades start slipping and drama starts happening because you started dating this boy, that’s when I have a problem with him.”

“My grades are not slipping. And me and Erik has been dating for months.” she snapped once again. That statement caught Coach Ruby off guard.

“You’ve been dating for how-”

“Long enough to know that people started messing with us once Erik and I were seen with each other. We don’t even post each other.” she said. “Now within them months, has my grades been slipping? No. Matter of fact my grades has been better than they have been since I started college. And the team and me as co-captain have been doing great have we not?” she said as the Coach sighed closing her eyes.

“Yes.You guys have.”

“Okay, so Erik is not the problem. The problem is the girls on this team feeling entitle to speak on my relationship because of Erik. Maybe we should have a discussion as a team instead of passing pictures and gossiping and get to the real issue.” she said sliding the tablet back across the table. Coach Ruby looked at the iPad then back to her.

“Do you think that will fix these issues?”

“No. But it will warn them not to be in people business before it really does effect us.”

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“I can’t believe she really said that to you.” Erik said as they talked on the phone. (Y/N) was in the middle of making her some brain snacks so she could spend the rest of her time tonight to study.

“That’s not even the worse part. Mira sent her a picture of me dancing on you. Coach Ruby was like ‘she’s only doing that because she’s concerned for the team’.” she mocked her voice. “Like no bitch, she’s doing it to be messy. Like what is it with you and picking all these messy ass girls to fuck with.” she snapped.

“Whoah. First of all like I said, I only really fucked with Aliyah. Mirah was just a dumb spin the bottle bet sophmore year. Everyone else are non-factors.“ he defended himself. She sighed, feeling guilty about snapping on him.

“I know.. I’m sorry. It’s just I hate how they view you and I, like we are two concenting adults. What we do is no one business but ours.” she responded placing her fruit in a bowl.

“What she say after that.”

“She then tried to say if my grades start slipping and the team starts slacking it’s because of we are dating. First of all, we’ve been talking for months and not a damn thing change. So we not the common denominator in this expression. So if it does happen, it ain’t got shit to do with me, but it does have something to do with how they feel about shit.” she snapped.

“Yeah nah, that’s wild. The fact we stayed to ourselves for this long and no problems raised up until Travis said some shit.”

“So now, tomorrow at practice she wants me to hold a team meeting as team co- captain since Omariana won’t be here.”

“How do we feel about that?”

“Oh I’m excited.” she said quickly making him laugh. “You’re laughing I’m so serious. I’m literally just gonna be like, ima ask them a few questions. Then set the record straight.”

“Do what you gotta do.”

And she was.

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lttlegore · 2 days

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bad pt ii | d. dennis

in which you he shows just who he truly is.

u busy

you couldnt help but stare at the message on your screen contemplating how to answer. looking back you felt that you had previously been all too eager to say no just to see the man, but deep down you had always knew this situation was not ideal.

you knew you were more than just quick, passing through town pussy, but why did it feel like you weren’t. why did this man have such an impact on you and most importantly why did you let him?

yes

you responded before you realized what you had done and you threw your phone down on your bed panic and anxiety settling and swelling in your stomach. why did it feel so bad putting yourself first?

almost immediately your phone pinged & the feeling inside worsened. you sat there a few moments steading your breath before picking it back up.

too bad im outside

the words angered you and slammed the phone back down in frustration.

“who the fuck does he think he is, showing up unannounced and uninvited. he can treat me like shit on his terms now too.” you said to yourself and just like clock work your phone began to ring.

you hastily declined and layed down on your bed only for it to ring for a second time to which you answered angrily.

“what the fuck do you want?” you said, annoyance dripping from your words.

“damn ma its like that now?” he chuckled, low voice on the other end filled with amusement.

“what do you want duke?” you said again voice firm.

“man let me in.” he said tone more serious this time.

“no, go home.” you protested.

“you are home.” you could almost hear his smile through the phone.

you couldnt help but laugh at this, “nigga please. get the fuck on somewhere with that bullshit.”

“im forreal bro let me in i wanna see you before i hit the road.” he said and you were willing to bet he was playing with his locs.

“too bad.” you say copying his words before hanging up the phone.

satisfaction was only temporary because only seconds later he was banging on your front door. you jumped at the noise, fear now running through you.

you slowly crept to the door as the noise continued, cringing as it become louder and more frequent. you sighed and took a big breath before opening it only to be met by the heavily tatted man.

“i told you to go home.” you said, voice not letting off the nervousness that was in your gut.

you could barely stand to look him in the eye as you said it. his usually happy demeanor was gone and his eyes were dark and were full of something you had not seen before.

its like he noticed a crack in your facade before he launched himself in your house slamming your door shut behind him and wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you body into his. usually this would have made you elated, but not this time.

“you think that shit was fucking cute huh?” he said, grabbing you by your chin forcing you to look at him.

your eyes wide, you dont respond. it was scary seeing him like this. he was the big bad wolf and you were a helpless lamb.

“oh so now you dont wanna say nothing.” he says leaning down in your ear. “when i say let me in you fucking let me in. that sassy shit aint gone get you nowhere.”

his warm breath on you sent chills right down your being and you could feel your pussy begin to throb. you could now his his dick pressing against your stomach and you begin to ache for it.

your eyes shift from his eyes too his lips as your closeness begins to overwhelm your senses as you can suddenly smell his cologne and feel his body heat. he smirks only before leaning in and brushing your lips against his. you cant help but lean into the movement wanting- needing more.

you felt the desperation beginning to make its way back front and center. oh how he could turn you into a mess in a matter of moments. he was more than just a dominating prescience this time- he had a particular darkness about him that usually was not there.

“p-please.” you stammer out voice barely above a whisper.

“please what?” he quizzes a small smile gracing his face and soft lips still hovering yours.

“use me.” you say giving in.

a devilish grin replace the smile and he pulls you too him and smashes his lips against yours, large hands sliding themselves into your lounge pants and yanking them down.

he grips your ass as he picks you up and sits down on the grey couch with in his lap. your bare pussy grinding down onto his gray sweatpants surely leaving a mark but neither of you care in the moment as he pulls his lips from yours and begin sucking on your neck.

“fuck.” you cry out as his hand goes under your top and begins to rub your nipples between his digits. you grind down onto him hard as he does this, friction of the fabric barely soothing your aching clit. yours hands go to the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“ yeah that’s it mama grind on that dick.” he growls voice full of desire. your throw your head back at his words, before reaching down to pull his leaking length from his pants and rubbing yourself against the unclothed skin covering it with your slickness.

“ouuu shit baby, just like that.” he grunts this time throwing his head back and letting it rest on the back of the couch.

you use the words as encouragement as you continue to rub yours clit down the length of his dick, both of your slickness mixing into one and intensifying the sensation.

with the slightest move upwards with his hips he slides into your effortlessly earning a loud moan.

as you begin to bounce on his length he pulls up your top and grabs your breast, squeezing them in his hands.

“this all you needed aint it? some dick to help you remember who i am to you, what i am to you.” you hear him growl, his nimble fingers going down to massage your clit.

“without this dick aint shit bout you right, you need me to make you whole. you need me. you need me fucking you, showing you all that you are in this world is a slut for me.” he says voice drunk on desire and the words fill your ears like scripture.

you cry out in orgasmic bliss as you realize your reality. duke is everything. he is like an addiction- as bad as you know he is, you need him & when you go too long without him you get disoriented, irritable, and seeking a release that only he can fulfil.

“yes daddy, i need you.” you mewl out riding out your orgasm as he buries his head in your chest and begins to thrust upwards into you like he’s gone mad.

struggled grunts escape his lips as he buries himself into with a long final stroke and you feel the all too familiar sensation flooding your insides serving as an escape from the high you just experienced and you are coming back to reality realizing what you just did.

disgust and frustration fill your being almost immediately and you hurriedly pull yourself from his lip, your insides leaking onto his dick and lap as you stood.

“get the fuck out.” you anger beginning to bubble over.

“man what?” he says breathlessly.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT DUKE.” you scream irritation coming to fruition.

he looks up at you at this surprise clear in his face & yours not budging. his eyes are searching yours for any hint of weakness but finding non.

“GO.” you scream for one final time before storming off to your bedroom and slamming the door & locking it.

you were done with duke and you vowed to rid yourself of your addiction of him. as much as you wanted to see him in the light everyone else did you knew that would never happen. you always tried making excuses about who he was but you seen him now for who he was- it was just bad.

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cleoluvrr · 1 year

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The Last Days of Summer X (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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word count: 5k+

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“Neriah!” Londyn says the moment I pick up the phone, not giving me a chance to greet her.

“Hello to you too.”

I hadn’t left the house all day, the events of last night heavy on my mind. I was scared to face Rafe anytime soon, unsure of what would happen if I were to be alone with him again. I wasn’t worried about what he would do, but what I would do. If I would allow him to kiss me again, or If I would kiss him first. If he would turn my brain into a useless sack of neurons and somehow convince me to give him a real chance.

He only called me twice that day, once early that morning and another a few hours ago as I was getting ready for bed. I didn’t answer either time, not sure what exactly I would say if I did. I guess this was his version of giving me space, though I don’t think it will last very long given his past behavior.

I didn’t tell Londyn about the incident, positive that she would have my head on a stick before I could even explain myself. And she would be right to do so, the bruises he left me had barely faded when I decided to go off into the night and kiss him. How would I even explain how I ended up in the car in the first place?

‘Yeah, he caught me off guard in a dark parking lot and put a hand over my mouth as he shoved me into the back of his truck. But he said he really likes me’? My friend would have more than a fit.

I am snapped out of my thoughts by a familiar name followed by two words.

“John B is alive.” My heart stops immediately.

“Londyn are you playing some kind of sick joke on me right now?” I ask annoyedly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Why would you call me at ten o’clock at night to say that to me-”

“I’m serious!” She exclaims into the speaker. “He’s alive, forreal. And he’s here.”

“There’s literally no way that’s possible, and you’re really pissing me off right now.”

“You need to listen to me, Neriah. I was at the club earlier and I overheard Kelce telling Rafe that he saw your brother with his friends buying beer from Geechie’s.” Londyn says. “Including John B. Very much alive.”

“Am I supposed to believe a word that comes out of Kelce’s mouth?” I rub a hand over my face tiredly. “I find it hard to believe a sixteen-year-old survived driving through a tropical storm on an open boat and pops up on Kildare out of nowhere after a fruitless search for his dead body.”

“Why would Kelce tell Rafe that his sister and John B are alive for no reason? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I don’t know why any of those people do the things they do, Londyn.” I sigh heavily, lying back down from my sitting position.

“Why aren’t you more happy about this? “ She sounds confused at my lack of enthusiasm, and I exhale deeply again.

“I wish it were true, Londyn. More than anything.” I feel my heart aching for the boy again, the feelings I’ve been trying to bury climbing their way back up. “But it’s just not plausible. I’m not going to get my hopes up just to be disappointed.”

“But Neriah-”

“Goodnight, Londyn.” I cut her off before she can finish, not in the mood to talk about it any longer. “I’ll see you later.”

With that I hung up the phone, allowing myself to drift back into a restless sleep.

I woke up the next morning to a commotion in the living room. I heard Pope’s voice for the first time in days, panickedly shouting at our parents before his footsteps retreated into his room. I exit my own quarters, curiously peeking around the hall to my parents standing in the living room with shocked faces, mouths agape. I approached them cautiously, not sure if my brother said something to anger them.

“What’s going on?” I ask. “Is Pope okay?”

“John B is alive.” My mother says after a moment of silence. “He’s alive.”

I don’t waste a second after the words come out of her mouth before speeding off to Pope’s room, ripping the door open without knocking. My brother paces around the room, hands running over his face in worry. He looks more stressed now than he did when we thought John B was dead. Stepping into the room and closing the door behind me, I approach the boy carefully so as not to set him off.

“Pope…” He stops his pacing abruptly, snapping his neck in the direction of my voice. “What happened?”

“John B got arrested.” He says, sounding very on edge. “Sarah went to talk to her dad, and he called the cops after she left, and they followed her out there to us and they pulled- they pulled guns on us and jacked up John B!” He rushes out so many words at once that I can barely understand him.

“Pope, calm down.” I guess that was the wrong thing to say because it only made him more irate.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He shouts at me. I don’t snap back at him for it, it was an inappropriate thing to say to a boy whose dead best friend turned out to be alive and just got thrown in the slammer. “They took him, Neriah. They’re gonna throw the book at him; they think he’s a fucking cop killer!”

“They have to give him a trial first, Pope. And he’s a kid, I don’t think they’re going to-”

“That doesn’t matter to them!” He raises his voice more and begins to start his pacing again. “They’re gonna kill him! They’re gonna give him the death penalty!”

“Pope. Pope, stop.” I walk up to him and grab his arm, stopping the repeated path he takes as he walks back and forth across the room. “They aren’t going to give a minor the death penalty.”

“So what do you call life in prison? That sounds like death to me.” He says. He snatches his arm away from me, sitting down on his bed with his head in his hands.

I sigh and leave him alone in his room to give him space, unsure of how exactly to comfort him in this situation. I grab my phone off my own bed when I enter my own room across the hall, texting Londyn to tell her how she was right and I should have believed her before setting it onto my nightstand.

I lie in bed for a while longer, allowing myself to fully process everything that has happened over the past few weeks. I went to Midsummers with Rafe, against my will no less, who then proceeded to confess his love to me after cornering me in a backroom with no witnesses. John B allegedly killed a sheriff and died at sea with Sarah Cameron. John B and Sarah come back to Kildare after being presumed dead, but the boy gets arrested and might rot in prison. I was put into a secluded space with Rafe Cameron once again, and then made out with him in the back of the same car he forced me into.

None of this feels real anymore.

My phone rings on the nightstand beside me, the wooden furniture loudly vibrating beneath it. Groaning, I snatch it up, arms stretching across the bed to reach for the device. Rafe’s caller ID flashes across the screen and if I could roll my eyes any harder I would. I contemplate picking it up, but I don’t, opting to let it ring and ring until it stops on its own. Maybe he’d assume I’m still asleep and missed it by accident.

I wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not yet.

John B’s arraignment was the talk of the town, the courtroom filled to the brim with Kooks and Pouges alike. Everyone waiting to see the teen paraded into the room wearing the stereotypical bright orange jumpsuit that we’re accustomed to seeing only in movies. The building buzzes with a mixture of voices gossiping about the very limited possibilities that the boy faces in his trial, if he even gets one.

The number of whispers increase when John B is escorted into the room by a sheriff, disheveled and arms shackled together. He is all but shoved behind the defense desk by the officer that holds a clear bias against him considering what he's up for. The court is called to order when the judge arrives, the sheriff calling on us to rise for the woman taking a seat behind the raised bench before us.

I zone out for most of the arraignment process, staring at the back of John B’s head with an immense amount of anxiety for him running through my veins as the judge begins to speak.

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section fourteen,” the woman says, looking at the boy from over her thinly framed glasses, “you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence will be the death penalty.”

The room erupts into louder murmurs this time, everyone looking around at each other in shock at the judge’s words.

Death penalty? But he’s a minor?

“Your honor, he’s seventeen!” JJ protests, standing up out of his seat. He says what I’m thinking out loud.

I assumed they would throw the book at him, but I didn’t think the needle would be on the table. Is that even legal?

The room begins clearing out after the judge exits, John B is escorted back out of the door he was brought through earlier. I rush after the Pogues, platform sandals clapping against the wooden panels of the floor. I spot the top of Kie’s head at the bottom of the steps, the Pogues backing her as she confronts the Camerons and the Kooks surrounding them. I push past the slow walking people in front of me to reach the group of angry teens.

“He shouldn’t even be in court!” Kiara shouts at Ward Cameron from a few yards away. His back is turned as he walks away from the courthouse with his wife. “You should, ‘cause you're a murderer.”

This captures the older man’s attention, the real estate mogul stopping dead in his tracks and turning to face Kiara as she points at him from where we stand.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up to court.” Kie’s is livid, scrunched up as her voice shakes in anger.

“What is she talking about?” I ask JJ, the blonde too concerned about the girl confronting Ward to hear the question leave my mouth.

“I understand you’re upset, okay?” Ward approaches her cautiously, arm stuck out in front of him as either a form of defense or proof of his harmlessness. “I know he’s got you fooled. He’s got you all fooled.” He looks up at all of us, eyes showing what appears to be genuine concern.

Pope scoffs, rolling his eyes at the man. Shoup comes running down the stairs at the commotion, the short officer attempting to break everything up before it gets out of hand.

I don’t hear what comes out of Kie’s mouth before she lunges forward, the officers surrounding the courthouse and my brother moving to stop her from pouncing onto Ward Cameron.

Everyone is yelling over each other, bystanders watching the showdown between the Kook king and a bunch of teens. Sarah whispers into Kie’s ear, JJ yelling at Shoup as he points his finger at the retreating Cameron father. Sarah ushers the girl away from the scene, Pogues following behind them. I step out of the way, looking back and forth between the vastly different groups just mere feet from each other.

“It’s not a coincidence your daughter’s sitting with us!” Ward turns sharply in our direction again at Kiara’s words, the sound of photographers getting louder as they capture the scene in front of the courthouse.

I watch as both parties leave the premises from opposite sides, keeping my distance from the Pogues as I walk a few yards behind them.

“She called him a murderer to his face in front of everyone. I don’t know what she was talking about but I don’t think she would say that for no reason.” I tell Londyn over the phone.

I wipe down the tables on the patio of the shop, lollipop in my mouth and sun shining down on my back as I work. The air is cooler than usual, light breeze refreshing on my warm skin.

“Well, they’re going to lock her best friend up for murder.” She says. “She’s mad, obviously.”

“Yeah, she’s mad, but I don’t think Kie’s the type of person to just say things like that.”

“Maybe she just wants someone to blame, Riah.” My friend sighs into the speaker tiredly, voice raspy with sleep. “Ward is a nice man and Kie, no offense, is herself. I wouldn’t put it past her to say something out of anger.”

I sigh as well, flopping down into one of the seats I’ve pulled out from under the table. I switch my phone to my right ear and lean against my free hand, elbow resting against the freshly cleaned table. My phone starts buzzing, the vibration interrupting my current call.

Pulling it away from my face I check the ID, rolling my eyes in annoyance at the name that flashes across the screen. I ignore the call, silencing it as I continue my conversation again. The number called again a few minutes later and I declined it almost immediately.

“Baby, can you go take this up the road for me sometime today?” I hear my mom say from behind me. “I told Ms. Parker I’d give her a couple pieces of this pie.” I nod my head, reaching out to take the plastic grocery bag carrying a tinfoil wrapped plate.

“Yeah, I can go right now.” I push the chair in as I stand up, taking the bag from my mother.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She kisses my cheek before walking back into the shop.

I start the walk towards the house a few blocks away, phone in one hand and bag in the other. I drop the dessert off with my mother’s friend, politely waving goodbye as I step away from her porch. Londyn and I gossip with each other over the phone, the gentle breeze blowing against my bare legs not covered by the white tennis skirt the bottom half of my body. I don’t pay attention to the car rolling up behind me, too busy kicking at the rocks beneath my feet.

The car slows down to my pace and honks once. The sound startles me, the closeness of the noise making my ears ring a bit. I turn my head, spotting a familiar vehicle stopped next to me on the empty road. I avert my eyes and continue walking once I recognize the person inside the car, not in the mood to talk about whatever situation we have going on currently.

“Neriah!” Rafe calls out from the window of his car.

“Is that who I think it is?” Londyn asks curiously.

I sigh heavily, stopping in my tracks and closing my eyes as I listen to the Cameron son halt as well. I suck my lips into my mouth, wetting them with my tongue. I hear the door open and close, feet crunching against the rocks beneath them as the boy approaches me. He places a hand on my shoulder and turns me around to face him completely.

“I don’t like when you ignore me.” He says. I pull the candy out of my mouth to speak, his eyes flickering to it for a moment before my own again.

“Londyn, I gotta go.”

I hang up the phone despite her protests and cross my arms as I look up at the man before me, device gripped tightly in my fingers. He pushes me towards his car and I oblige, yanking open the passenger side door and climbing in to join him. He pulls off before I can put on my seatbelt, the sudden movement jerking me backwards. I say nothing and shove the lock into place, the sound of it clicking filling the silent car.

We drove for a few minutes, passing Heyward’s and surrounding houses in the neighborhood. I stare at Rafe rather than watch the scenery fly by around us. His face is relaxed as well as his body language, though his hand grips the steering wheel so tight I think he just might crush it under his hold. He doesn’t look anxious at all, which is very unusual. And very worrying.

I start to feel even more worried as the drive gets longer and longer, houses gone and trees filling both sides of the road.

“Are you planning to drive me out into the middle of the woods unwillingly everytime you want to talk to me?” I ask.

“Are you gonna keep ignoring my calls?”

I don’t answer, choosing to stay silent for the rest of the drive. We end up on Figure 8 and ride around residential neighborhoods that haven’t yet been filled. He pulls up to an empty house and gets out of the car, opening the passenger door for me to exit. I step out and he closes the door behind me, walking up to the front door of the vacant property. I stand by the car as I watch him pull out a key and open the door in confusion.

I cautiously walk towards the house, standing by the front door and peeking inside. Rafe looks at me expectantly.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks annoyedly. “An invitation?”

I open my mouth to respond but find no words. Pursing my lips, I step over the threshold. I follow him up the steps to the second floor, tennis shoes squeaking against the hardwood flooring as I walk. The property is filled with show furniture, the decorative paintings lining the wall and den filled with an untouched living room set. The floor turns soft beneath my feet for a moment, the shaggy white rug muffling the sound of my shoes.

He stops at a room at the end of the hall, pushing open the door and gesturing me inside. The bedroom looks straight out of a southern living catalog, the king bed pressed against the wall covered in a decoratively patterned blue and white duvet to match the color scheme of the room. The walls were just as white, the late afternoon sun peeking through the sheer curtains reflecting against the paint. A white Ikea desk sits across from the bed, a black rolling chair pushed beneath the piece of furniture.

“Why are we here?” I ask, standing awkwardly.

“To talk.”

“You had to drag me to the other side of town to talk?”

He answers with silence, hands stuffed in his pockets and circling around me with slow steps. He shrugs off his gray NorthFace jacket, throwing it onto the desk chair behind him before taking a seat in it. He spins it around in my direction, legs spread as he looks up at me. His tongue pokes through his cheek as he watches me.

“Y’know,” He starts, “It’s really not that hard to answer a call. Or text back.”

“It’s not that hard to take a hint either, Rafe.” I respond smartly. He chuckles, shaking his head at me.

“I’m not good with hints.” He says.

“I’m aware.” I cross my arms again. “I’d really appreciate if you-”

“I like to be straight forward.” He cuts me off before I can finish. “I’d appreciate if you could be straightforward with me, too.”

“What do you want me to say, Rafe?”

“I don’t want you to say anything.” He leans back in the chair, hand rubbing at his chin.

“Why are you speaking in code with me?” I ask exasperatedly. “You just said you like being straightforward; so be straightforward.”

“I want you to say anything. I need you to answer me.” He says. “I need you to tell me what’s stopping you. If you’re still going to let your brother dictate what you do with your life. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.”

“Rafe, I…I don’t…” I shake my head, wetting my lips with my tongue. I exhale audibly through my mouth.

“I’ll do anything, Neriah, please.” He stands out of his chair, voice pleading with me. “Just tell me. I’ll change, I’ll be better. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Rafe, I’m just really overwhelmed.” I say. “This is a lot for me and I really don’t know. I don’t know.”

He takes a few steps towards me and grabs my hands, his gold ring hard against my wrists as he grips them like I’ll disappear if he lets go. I hear him swallow dryly, eyes wide and desperate as he looks down at me in front of him.

“I poured my heart out to you, Neriah. This is me telling you that I will do anything it takes.”

I chew on my lip nervously, heart pounding against my ribcage.

I think about the night in the car. His apologies, his reasoning. The way he held me and looked at me. The way his eyes pleaded with me to find something inside of me soft enough to give him a chance. The way his lips felt against mine and the way my heart pumped just as strongly then as it is now.

“Rafe, you have to understand my hesitation to agree to do whatever this is.” I gesture between the two of us as the words fall out of my mouth. “You don't have the best track record for literally anything and I find it hard to believe anything that comes out of your mouth.”

“I understand! I do, I really do.” He exclaims. He clamps down tighter around my wrists and I wince. “There’s nothing I can say that will make how I’ve treated you go away. I beat myself up about it everyday. When I look at you I just- I think about how you deserve so much better than me. You shouldn't even want to look at me.”

“Rafe, please.”

“Nobody should want anything to do with me.” He continues, eyes welling up with tears. “I’m such a fuck up, Neriah. My dad hates me, Sarah hates me. I’m a terrible son, I’d hate me too. I can never do anything right. But it’s like- it’s like I can’t stop being such a fucking idiot. I just get so angry; I feel things so hard, so intense that I just…I bet everyone is surprised I haven’t OD’d yet; maybe I should.”

He releases me and moves behind me, taking a seat on the edge of the white bed. He puts his head in his hands, rocking back and forth to self-soothe.

“Rafe.” I called out. He doesn’t respond, still rocking with his elbows on his knees.

“I’m such a piece of shit. My mom would hate me too.” He starts hitting himself on the head with the heels of his hands.

“Rafe.” I try again and receive an answer of silence once again. “Rafe, stop! Stop. Look at me.” I grab his hands and knock them away from his head.

I grab his face in my hands and tilt it upwards towards my face, forcing him to look into my eyes. I’d never seen him like this before, fat tears rolling down the hot, flushed skin of his face. I sigh heavily at the look on his face.

“Don’t say things like that.” I scold, brows furrowed together as I look down at him.

“It’s true, Neriah.”

“No, it’s not.” I say. “Everyone has fucked up things about them, but that doesn’t make us fuck ups. It makes us human. You’re a human, Rafe.”

“Stop pity talking to me, Neriah.” His eyes are low and sad, head heavy in my hands.

“I’m not pitying anybody, Rafe. Look at me.” I step closer, leaning down closer to his face. “You are not a perfect person, and that’s okay. Nobody is. You want to be better, and that makes you even better than you were before. You can be an idiot sometimes, but so can I. So can everyone, and that’s okay.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Well this is me telling you it is.” I wipe his tears away with my thumbs. “I don’t know your mom, but I’m sure the only thing she would hate is the way you’re treating yourself. I hate the way you're treating yourself.”

“You’re too nice to me.” He says, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. I sigh and nod in agreement.

“Yeah, I am.” I push the blonde locks out of his eyes gently. “But that’s the kind of person I am.”

I don’t say anything after that for a moment, just wiping away the boy’s tears as we watch each other in the silence of the empty house.

“Rafe…” I start, not sure if I’ll regret what I’m about to say in the future.

“Yes?” He says dryly, voice thick with tears. He looks something like a heartbroken child and it pulls at my heartstrings.

“I need you to really try to change. I need you to actually be better.” I bite at my lip again. “I can’t give you chance after chance; I won’t.”

“I will change, I really will.” He reaches up and grabs my hands at the side of his face, his ring warm against my skin once again. “I promise. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Rafe, you cannot promise me anything. I’m not going to look stupid if you break something that you never intended on keeping.” I say. “I refuse to be that girl that believed she could change someone into a better person and end up looking like a dumbass.”

“You won’t, I won’t let that happen.” He shakes his head and stands up. “I’m gonna be so good for you, I will. I’m gonna get clean and everything, I promise.”

I sigh, blinking slowly as I look up at the tearstained boy in front of me. He opts to place both of hand onto one of mine, dropping my left and holding the right one against his cheek tightly. His eyes are so bright, brighter than I’ve ever seen them; face sweeter than it’s ever been. He looks so soft, so gentle.

I almost let myself forget the things he’s done completely, ready to give him a fresh slate to start over with me. Let myself have something to myself and not worry about my brother’s opinion on the matter. But the voice in the back of mind won’t let me, and maybe that’s for the best.

“Okay, Rafe…”

“I need to hear you say it. Please.”

“I’ll give you a chance, Rafe.” He kisses my hand, smiling toothily against my palm.

“You’re gonna be mine?”

“You’re pushing it.” I say squinting my eyes at him. He kisses my hand again before pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing my body against his.

“You’re mine?” He tilts his head at me wearing a crooked smile on his face. I fight against the smile threatening to appear on my own face. “Say it for me, please. I need to hear it.”

“I’m not going to say that. Not right now.” He looks slightly disappointed with my response, pouting at me. “You’re gonna have to work for that.”

“I will.” He nods as he sways the two of us side to side. “Trust me.”

“And my brother can’t know. Not yet.” I say. He sighs, nodding his head at my request.

He kisses down my arm, stopping at my elbow before giving the same treatment to my face. He leaves pecks all over my nose, cheeks, and forehead, lips soft on my skin. I laugh, pushing my hand against his chest gently. He moves his hands to the nape of my neck, pulling me in to kiss my lips finally.

It’s just as sweet as the first time.

“You taste so good, princess.” He says as he pulls away. I smile softly, dropping my gaze from his eyes shyly.

“It was the candy.”

We stay there until the sun sets, Rafe holding me in his arms like I’ll crumble to dust if he lets go.

He dropped me off some time around nine that night, his dark truck parked outside my house as he walked me to my front door. He held my hand tightly, reluctant to let me disappear into my house and out of his sight. It took a lot of convincing for him to leave, but he drove off into the night eventually once I was safe inside my home.

“What are you smiling about?” My mom says, her voice startling me and knocking out of my daze. She’s in the living room watching some soap opera, seated on the couch with a cup of tea.

“Nothing!” I answer. I kiss her on the cheek, speeding past her into my bedroom. “Goodnight! Love you!” I called out before shutting the door behind me.

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