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𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 | ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔬
✧･ﾟ𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 — library sex with college!choso
✧･ﾟ𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — library because i have a weird fetish ⋆ plot HEAVY ⋆ msub Choso ⋆ chiches are involved ⋆ feral choso ⋆ reader is called mommy ⋆ choso gets called a good boy ⋆ they be fuckin’ ⋆ reader are thick ⋆ msub but slight manhandling ⋆ cum a lot of it
✧･ﾟ𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 — this for my 160 followers thank you :’( ⋆ apologies for not posting consistently ⋆ wanted to try writing like for awhile tell me what you think pls
✧･ﾟ𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 2.3 K (porn with plot)
Quiet stares. Long silent lingering stares. That’s how this started. With him on his knees and you pulling him closer to your cunt by his tie.
You met him in the library, first semester. You were taking a book off the rack and you caught a glimpse of him on the other side. Dark hair semi-messily tied, slight bags or eye-shadow under his hooded eyes and a black scar across his nose. As he walked by he saw you in his peripheral. A simple glance. He caught a glimpse of you too. He’s hot. You noted nonchalantly and continued to flip through an old book.
The next day, he was at the library again. You took a seat a table away for him, making a minimal attempt to see what he’s working on, to no avail. He looked up for a moment as you sat down then placed his eyes back on his computer. Later regularly glancing up as you worked or got up to get a book or pick up something that fell off your table, averting his gaze when he unintentionally caught sight of your arse. You two sat for hours, silently doing you work before the librarian had to ask you two to leave because it had gotten late. As you both walked out, you went about your merry way. You to your dorm and him to his apartment near campus.
You returned to the library, as you found it was the best place to study in peace. A working air-con, silence, working wifi, information a walk away and a stranger that does not bother you. Your stranger seemed to agree because he was here again. Although he came later than the last few times. Settling your things down you went back scouring for books. When you returned to your table, he was there. You exchanged a slight nod and did your work. It was a bit awkward as you gave a usual familiar nod which he misinterpreted and gave an informal bow but progress was made.
As weeks went by your interactions became more frequent. Limited to the Library unfortunately but it worked that way. He grew on you. The sort of comfort of knowing someone is always there without fail. Walking into the library after a long lecture or escaping your noisy dorm or just the yearning to see him just brought you to this library of tranquillity, and most importantly, to him. You’d exchange nods. Staring at you till you looked at him and nodded. He would walk past you looking for books. Leaning over if you were in the way of the book he wanted. “Excuse me, can I?” “oh, sorry. Sure.”
Eventually, he greeted you. Verbally. It was another gruelling day. Dealing with insulting comments and bad grades. With a stressing sigh you took your seat and laid on your arms. He wasn’t in his seat but his bag was leaning against his chair. As he walked past you, back to his seat he muttered a “Hi”. It was in a low tone. Certain you did not hear him, you lifted your head in surprise. “Hey,” you muttered back with a soft smile.
The quiet stares became more… intense. You’d steal glances at him, he would do the same but neither of you knew until he caught you staring. The first time you got caught you were so tired at staring at your computer you averted your eyes to him, typing on his computer. With your had cupping your face and leaning against the table you absent-mindedly just stared at him for a few minutes. There was this awkward tension when you made eye contact. You immediately lowered your eyes as your cheeks tingled with embarrassment.
Eventually, you didn’t care. Neither did he because you’d catch him too. As you got up to get a book that happened to be in the aisle he had a clear view of you and when you simply worked.
The closest you got was in the narrow path of an aisle. He’d purposefully reach for a book near you and as he gently moved you aside he’d gently put his hand on your back, you’d feel his fingers graze your shoulder or his warmth at your back. Once, you got close enough to smell him. It was purely by accident of course. You were in a rush to get to your table and took as short-cut through an aisle and bumped into him. He did not smell of strong cologne or anything- just him and the soap he uses, it smelt good. He then politely apologised and went to talk to the librarian. He smelt you too of course, by pure coincidence. You smelt good. On occasion like a certain perfume but his favourite is when you smell like you. Just yourself nothing more. It was weirdly arousing.
There was a day where you finally struck up a conversation. You had just sat down and as he walked past he momentarily slowed when he walked past you and you felt his eyes on you before he sat down. His eyes still lingered for a few moments almost anxiously looking down then up at you. Eventually, he stood up but instead of walking to an aisle or past you he stood before your table. Slowly you looked up at him with a smile which he returned. “Uhm…”
“Yeah?”
“There is-” He pointed at your cloud of hair. You immediately reached up gently feeling through your hair. “Uhh no, there- ah…” He cautiously reached out, as you lowered your hand and sat as still as possible, pulling a cherry blossom from your hair. Barely feeling him do so. You watched his hand as he showed you the cherry blossom. You mouthed a thank you. “You can keep it,” you jokily suggested. With a nod he went back to his seat and placed the flower gently at the corner of the table. The next day, you tried a hand in having a conversation that ended up to be slightly awkward at first but good in the end.
He has brothers and lives with one of them currently. You recommended books he should read. He is a history major. Talked about school. Why you transferred here and a myriad of other stuff. An important piece of information you strategically snuffed out is that he was single. A man with his… godly features, single? Miracles do happen.
There was a day he didn’t come at all. His seat was empty. You arrived at 4pm and he usually comes the same time but he did not show.You kept glancing up at his seat or looking over at the entrance but nothing. You waited, occasionally looking at your watch then at the entrance. From 16:18 to 17:47 to 18:34 to 20:12. Giving up you went to go check out your books. There was no one at the counter and you heard someone working in the back so you rang the little bell. Low and behold your staring stranger walks up to the counter taking off peculiar gloves and greeting you with a smile. On his apron a little badge. ‘Librarian - Choso’.
“Hey,” you greeted back. “You’re the librarian now?”
“Yeah, just night shifts though.”
“Is it because we stay here till late?” You asked. He chuckled. It erupted a burst of arousal. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes travelling to his arms wrapped in a tight black shirt. Jesus.
“Yeah, uhm I didn’t catch your name?”
“y/n, and you are Choso,” you point at his badge. He nods in agreement, scanning your books. “You’re leaving now?”
“Uhm? No,” you lie. “Just wanted to get these checked out before I forget again.”
That night you stayed until he closed at 22:30 exactly. You did so on the days he worked the night shift. Tuesday, Thursday and Monday. One particular day, you were going on about a hyper-fixation of yours. Sitting at the counter facing him as he fixed the books in the back listening, only interjecting to ask question or the regular nod or sound of intrigue or understanding. You were so into the conversation that you did not realise that he walked you to your dorm. Like across campus, into the building, up the stairs because of course the elevator was broken again, to your door.
He stood a moment as you realised smiling and reassuring you that it was no problem as you tired to apologise. “Well. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a goodnight.” “You too.” You shouted across the hallway. He smiled giving you a quick glance as you walked into your dorm room before making his way home.
You two grew closer. Literally. Continuing the cycle of touches. You would call him because you couldn’t reach a books and to get past you to the book, he would move you aside or manoeuvre past you by your waist, gently. There was a day you were stubborn would be word and decided to reach for a book on top. It was late and Choso was busy you did not want to bother him. The plan was a successful failure as you got the book but the entire book case was tipping over. Swiftly Choso ran in front of you. With his back he held the bookcase up preventing it from falling on top of you. He was so close you could feel his deep breathes on your skin. His head was hung low and his hair fell over his face.
Quickly you helped him push the bookcase back into place and pick up the books that fell off. Some books got damaged and you helped carry them to the back. Which is actually a small room that leads to larger room.
The room was dimly lit, and moderately cool. You took in the room sitting top the table next to him as she replaced a books damaged spine. You fiddled with his hoddie’s laces spread on your legs to cover you as you are wearing skirt and to warm you. Your gaze quickly travelled from his hands meticulously repairing the book to his toned forearms and finally to hair falling across his face.
“So you stare at me a lot,” you blurt out.
Taking a moment to gaze up at you in question, you also stare with a slight smirk. “You do too.”
“Well, it’s because your beautiful.”
He chuckles. “Same.”
“It’s not the same tho.”
“How?” He settles down the book and places his attention solely on you.
“What do you think when you stare at me?”
“That your gorgeous,”
“Really?” You pull him towards you, in between your thighs. “Be honest.” Gazing up at you then your hands placing his hoddie to the side, catching a glimpse of your underwear. “That I want to fuck you against the book case.” he confesses in a low tone gazing up at you as your hand cup his chin. “What do you think when you stare at me?” He asks in return.
“Me riding your thighs as you study. What are you thinking right now?”
“You sitting on my face.” He answers reaching inside your skirt to pull down your underwear. You lift a little for him to slide them off. Spreading your thick thighs and pulling up you’re your skirt you give him a view of your cunt. Giving you a quick glance he grabs you by your hips and scoots you closer. With a little kiss on your clit her, he rolls his tongue over your hairy pussy almost groaning when his tongue reached your entrance. You rock your cunt into his mouth stroking his hair.
Cumming you held tightly onto his hair. Grinding your pussy on his tongue then yanking his head away from your pussy. He looks up at you, his mouth drenched in your slick and a gaze silently pleading for more. You both know he could easily break from your hold, pin you down and fuck you on the table but he lets you hold him like this. Pulling him up you kiss, helping him take of his apron and trousers. Choso gasps against you as his cock slides into your wet cunt.
You smirk as he desperately ruts into you. His hands around your waist as you kiss his neck. “You feel so good.” He moans against your ear. “I’m cumming.” he whines quickly pulling out and cumming on the inner thigh. “Choso,” you gently cup his face. “You’re going to clean that up.”
“I will. I just need more.” he whines swiftly laying you on the lounge couch.
With your back against his chest he lifts one of your legs. Fucking his cock with your thighs near you pussy, feeling his cock graze your clit before pushing inside you. As he fucks his cock into you he unbuttons your blouse and grabs a hand full of your tits. “Mommy,” he absentmindedly mutters. “I’m sorry, I should not-” “It’s fine, Choso. Just go faster.” “Like this,” his deep voice breathes. Flipping you on your stomach he fucks his cock as he sits on your arse. You cum as he bottoms out in your cunt but he continues this times making you sit on his cock you back still against his chest as he rams his cock into you. Your thighs shaking, and him rubbing your clit you cum on his cock again. “Choso st-stop.” His thrusts halt and he hard cock springs out covered with you slick.
With you pussy at the base of his big cock, you grind onto it will stroking his cock. Watching his dick twitch and precum leak from his pretty tip. “You want to cum for me.” He nods wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then cum for Mommy.” He bites down on your shoulder and shoots ropes of cum on the floor and coffee table . “Good boy,” you praise stroking his cock as the last bit of cum leak out and come out in short spurts that land on your hand and belly.
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thinkin abt having loser! ellie eating you out. the way she’d be so proud of herself everytime she heard a sound from your mouth. your hand running through her brunette hair as she licks and sucks upon your pretty pussy. “el..a little to th- fuckk..! right there ohmygoddddd” tugging on her short hair as you feel your core getting hotter by the second, knowing you were about to cum. “just like that..youre doing s-so good” ellie moaned in response, feeling her grin against your sex. her nose bumping your clit from time to time from how she smothers the lower half of her face in your arousal. “ouuu shit..el..” taking your bottom lip inbetween your teeth to silence yourself a bit but el still manages to push them out. especially on how she has you arching your back, with your thighs shaking from the high she gave you, just by her mouth. pulling away with a few pecks on your inner thighs, still showing off her pearly whites.
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Could you do some 1610 Miles Morales fluff where he and his girlfriend are at his parents apartment and Miles wants attention/affection that he resorts to basically begging her stop studying and cuddle him “cause he can’t nap without her”? Bonus if you get his parents reaction to it
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”Come on miles! I’m trying to studying, we can do whatever you want later.” You groaned in frustration, it’s been 15 minutes since you’ve been trying to study for your upcoming test, but he wouldn’t quit trying to get your attention.“You can study later guapa!” Miles frowned, learning his head on your shoulder.
“No miles, this test is 60% of my grade” I groaned, bringing home a test you failed would only earn you a disappointing look from your parents, only imagining your father’s disappointment makes your eyes water “i promise you’ll have my full attention and love later” you gave a reassuring smile
“Come on! Can’t you just take a break? Your being to hard on yourself!” He questioned, wrapping his arms around your waist, using your shoulder as a pillow.
“Alright, Alright! You win miles!” You sighed, closing your binder. “Well? You have my full attention now miles” you crossed your arms impatiently
“Come take a nap with me” He muttered under his breath. “Well I can’t hear you miles, your gonna have to say it louder” you teased, with a grin
“Come take a nap with me!” He said a bit louder, with a hint of embarrassment
“Alright then, move over!” You chuckled
soon later you were both knocked out, review papers scattered on the bed, miles sleeping soundly on the other hand while your on the opposite side with an arm hanging off the bed
“Miles! I told you to fold up the cloth in the dryer” Rio shouted as she opened the door her eyes soften as she smiles when she sees the two of you exhausted in bed
“I’ll go remind him later” she muttered to herself as she left the room. Leaving the door open an inch.
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“Video Game Lover”
CW: Shower sex, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, nicknames (baby,mama,princess), breeding kink.
PAIRING: Eren X Blk!FemReader
WC: 1.4k
🗯️🫧: omgg, tysm for all the support on my latest zoro fic, it means a lot🩷😖sooo we’re finally here with erennn!!! I honestly had fun writing a lil needy/soft eren, lmk what you guys think :p???
MINORS DNI
(start)
“Fuck off!” Eren shouts, the familiar routine unfolding every Friday night. You on Eren's bed scrolling en
endlessly through tik tok bored out of your poor mind while Eren is hooting and hollering over the mic playing god knows what with his friends. “Yeah, eat shit!” Eren yells jumping a lil.
Impatient, you crawl towards the edge of the bed, tapping Eren's shoulder. “Yeah baby?” He asks in a tender voice almost making you feel guilty for being mad at him. He looks you in the eye, he doesn't even need you to ask the question he already knows what you're going to ask “I'll be off right after this round i promise” he adds then gives a lil peck on your cheek. Foolishly you believe him and return back to your spot, getting comfy under the covers
“WHAT THE FUCK” you jolt awake from the roar the eren caused, eyes barely open as you check the time on your phone. 11 pm ‘one more round my ass’. You look up to see he is now on a completely different game!?!? Like you cannot be serious. Taking in the situation you decide it's best if you go to bed. You remove the blanket flinching a bit from the cold of the room, and head into the shower, slamming the door just to be a lil petty.
He invited you over, and he can't even get off the game for a minute for you?? You sigh while removing your clothes. Grabbing your shower cap from the shower, you make sure to grab all your carrot soap as well as your vanilla body wash. Of course you couldn't forget your music, logging into spotify you play ‘All I want is you’ by Miguel (litcherally my fave song rn so srs.) . Turning the knobs making sure the water is at perfect the temperature you step in.
Lathering your body, in your own world. Eren walks in, halting in his track as he sees your figure behind the foggy screen. No matter how many times he's seen it,it never fails to stun him. He is completely mesmerized by the way the water rinses off the soap from your titties. In a complete trance with how your curves look behind the glass, he loves every inch of you and would never want to hurt you. Reflecting on how he treated you earlier when he was in the game, he obviously regrets his actions…I mean the game was never that serious.
Finding his resolve, Eren knocks on the glass trying to get your attention. You continue singing completely ignoring his knocks, until you see Eren take off his clothes. ‘What is he doing..?’ you think to yourself irritated. You could never understand this nigga. The door slides open to reveal Eren dick and balls out “Can I come in?” he asks absolutely cheesin, smile ear to ear n all.
“N-no, what the fuck nigga get out” you voiced, this man is crazy.
“Oh c’mon baby, are u mad at me?” Eren pouted, ignoring your rejection he climbed into the shower. You roll your eyes and resume scrubbing your arms “Please tell me what's wrongg” he was practically whining at this point. Still facing forward you continue rinsing your body until you feel his rough hands on your hips dragging you back a little. Your ass grazing his tip. You hiccup quietly at his swift motion.
“What are you doing..” you ask looking everywhere but him. Silence. Growing irritated, you turn around looking dead at him. His long hair washed down, the trails of water flowing down his perfectly carved chest each droplet tracing down the path of his abs.your eyes following one little droplet as it paces down his body all the way to his-
“My eyes are up here mama” He says, you quickly dart your eyes back up to him
“Why are you here?” You ask with your arms crossed covering your nipples.
“I wanted to say i'm sorryyyyy” he sulks, with his frown quivering.
“For what?”
“For ignoring you and playing the game.” he answers, with his head down and hands behind his back. Almost like a little kid getting into trouble. “Do you forgive me?” He looks back up at you with his big green eyes staring right into your brown ones.
“Hmmm…,” you ponder. You were having way too much fun teasing him like this. “Nah”
“Please baby let me make it up to you” Eren said practically begging on his knees with his hands rubbing together.
“And how are you gonna do that?”
His tongue shot straight into your pussy, wiggling around a little bit. “What is wrong with you?!?!” Reflexively you slap him on the forehead. He slowly stands up, giggling to himself. As soon as he reaches eye level with you he grabs your chin, brings it in closer then leans in for a kiss. Instinctively you tilt towards him returning the kiss. He reaches for your ass, lifting you up. Both arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, completely melting into the kiss. Tongues colliding with each other, swishing around. Eren pulls back and looks into your eyes with pure adoration. He is without a doubt enamored with you, he feels so horrible for what he did to you.
“Do you forgive me?" he asks again.
You giggle at his question, looking down at him, nose to nose. “Of course I do baby, jus dont pull that shit again.”
You can see him gleaming, wearing that contagious grin reaching for another kiss.
“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” You nod, he lets you down gently. Performing a smooth arch, with your ass facing towards him water evenly dripping down your back. “Let me know if it hurts,” Eren says.
His penis enters slowly into your entrance. Eren nearly melts at the way your pussy just wraps him so well, your smooth velvety walls caressing his dick. It’s like you were made just for him.
“mmm” you felt every inch of him in you, moving quicker and quicker.
“ya feel so good baby, so good.”Eren marvels at the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. He grabs your hips, slamming your ass aggressively against his balls. So loud it sounded like damn gunshots (🪦🪦😭) “Let me fill you up princess, I wanna see you full” Eren whispers into your ear
“M-mhm” you mumble, can’t even barely form thoughts let alone words. You were dazed out of your mind, the way Erens whole demeanor changes when y’all have sex is wild but you love it. “Oh baby right there!” You squeal as erens hits your g-spot. Toes curling, legs shaking, nails gripping onto whatever surface it could grasp onto, you could feel it and so did Eren.
“Cum on me y/n” Almost instantly it comes pouring down, flooding his dick. “Yeaaa, that’s right.” Eren says in a whisper, astonished. Reaching for your arms he carefully picks you, twisting you facing him with your back against the tile. Like the beast he is he continues, fucking you into oblivion. Your head resting on his shoulder, bobbing at every thrust. Your cum still lingering in your pussy making easy access for eren.
“p-puh ” you manage out, nearly numb out yo mind.
“Baby use your words or I won’t be able to understand what you want” Eren grunts, still going abusing your poor little cunt. “I’m gonna make you all nice and full”
“Eren, f-feels so g-good” you cry out
“Yea?”
“Mhm..”you nod against his shoulder. You can feel his dick twitchin and in you
“Hold on mama, stay with me” as he says that you feel his warm liquid cum flowing into you, sending you off into orbit causing you to release too. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder. “You did a good job, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Eren spent the rest of the shower tidying both of you guys up, cleaning out whatever could be left and turning off the shower. Still carrying you he lays you on his bed lending you his shirt and boxers to sleep in.
“Do you want wingstop?” Eren asks, holding his phone on the door dash app. You nod, lying on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
Once the food was delivered you guys spent the rest of the night watching scary movies (the movie not the genre😭).
(love u guyss, enjoy!!)
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sweet fillin'
paring: miles g. morales (e!42 miles) x fem!reader
content: swearing, slightly suggestive content?, fluff, baking, the reader is implied to know spanish, reader is mentioned to have curly/coily hair but besides that, no mentions of physical features, mentions of parents (mom) disliking miles, no use of “y/n”. lemme know if I should add anything !
summary: you were in the mood for making something sweet for your boyfriend. luckily, your parents were working late today.
"Treinta con sesenta-y-tres."
You slid your card on the small pin pad and waited till she handed you your receipt along with what you had bought. You took the dulce de leche bar from your bag as you walked out, the merengue playing inside staying behind as the door to the small bodega closed. You took a bite out of the treat, feeling light on your feet.
You add the flour to the large bowl before you. Singing along to your favorite playlist on the speaker, you add in all the other dry ingredients. When you back away to look for the eggs in the fridge your phone goes off. You see it light up on the counter before you turn back to the fridge and take out the box of eggs and set it next to your flour mix.
You check your phone to see it's a text from Miles.
mi rey ❤️
hey ma
u home?
me
yea
whats up
mi rey ❤️
i wanna see u
You couldn't help the giddy feeling rising up your chest.
me
my parents are working late
mi rey ❤️
omw
Your smile dropped slightly. Your parents weren't exactly fond of Miles. A lot of it had to do with his style choices. Your Mom never bothered to hide her distaste whenever he was around or brought up. Miles didn’t even know what to do with himself when she was near. There was no going over to each other’s houses after school and that also meant barely hanging out alone. The thought of her not accepting him no matter how much he tried to prove himself, it hurt, and you knew he felt hurt too.
You shook off the sad feeling and went back to the task at hand. You glanced at the bag set next to you. The cans of condensed and evaporated milk poked out of the small bag. You cracked 3 eggs into the bowl and smiled, filling your mind with the thought of him coming over.
You were spreading out the cake batter onto a baking pan when you heard a knock on the front door. You quickly finished pouring all the batter into the pan, lowering the volume of your music before heading towards the noise. Slightly panicking at the idea of your parents showing up early, you looked through the peephole. You grinned, seeing Miles standing outside. You opened the door for him, and he smiled before diving in to peck your lips, arms automatically wrapping around your waist.
“The hell you up to?” He asked, having noticed the patch of flour on your cheek.
“Guess.” You said, smiling up at him.
He hummed and looked behind you, past the kitchen island and spotted the materials spread out on the counter.
“Is it for me?”
“Maybe.” You teased.
You turned and headed back towards the kitchen, not letting go of his hand. He followed with the same grin on his face. You let go to preheat the oven before turning back to him and turning your music back up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face on your neck as if it was second nature, swaying along with you.
You hummed and pecked the skin of his neck the position exposed. He returned the favor, only he made it his mission to leave several tickling ones all over your neck. You giggled as he pushed you back to trap you against the kitchen island to continue his attack. He pulled back to set his temple against yours, glancing down at your eyes before looking down at your lips.
“‘Missed you, Ma.”
“You literally saw me yesterday night.”
“So?”
You roll your eyes before moving your hands to hold his face gently. You left several pecks on his plush lips before slowing down and giggling at his attempts at chasing after your lips after each one. You finally complied and kissed him and he hummed, happily kissing you back.
“I missed you too.” You said after you both pulled away.
The beeping coming from the stove indicated that the oven had already preheated. You reluctantly pulled away from the embrace to go place the loaded baking pan into the oven. The moment your back straightened from bending over the oven, you felt the comforting weight of his arms around you. He went back to nuzzling his face into your neck from behind, the high puff you had put your hair in tickling him a little. You reached back to massage his scalp.
“Can I have some now?”
“No, it’ll taste better if we leave it overnight.” You say, finishing up pouring the mixture of milk onto the poked sponge cage.
“Ion mind”
You sighed, turning to peck him on the cheek.
“I know you don’t but I don’t half-ass my shit. I haven't even prepared the heavy cream.”
You hear him suck his teeth. “I’mma have you then.” He mumbles into your neck, gently sucking on the skin there.
“Yeah right— Stop that, my mom sees that, and you won't hear from me for months.” You scolded.
“I'll put them where she won't see them.” He replied, sliding the strap of your cami off your shoulder and starting to leave a trail of kisses there.
“Jesus, Miles.”
He hummed in response.
You huffed but leaned back into his affection. He was going to be the death of you. Literally.
– BONUS SCENE
The breeze surrounding you two was tranquil as you sat on a bench. The yelling and bounces of a basketball from the court some feet behind you acting as background noise. Some little kids passed by rolling on their small bicycles. He had his head on your shoulder with a hand rubbing up and down your thigh.
You carefully placed the sealed container in his hands, making him sit up, before going to look in your bag for the plastic fork you had neatly wrapped into a napkin and placing it on the lid of the container.
You watched as he opened the container and unwrapped the fork, quickly diving into the dessert. He moaned and threw his head back at the taste.
“Is it good?”
“‘Swear to God if I don’t marry you.”
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domsuccubusellie x subchubbyblackfemreader.eating it from back(r receiving).missionary.hickeys later mentioned.choking.kinda 'rough'sex.reader is a stripper.a descriptive fic(hopefully).long fic.pintrest links mentioned like always.somnophilla(sorta).n-word is mentioned.ellies name isn't mentioned.
COME ON,JUST A FEW MORE
coming back home after being out all day having a self care day for yourself.It was much needed since all niggas wanna do is play with your time for the last time!Deciding to go to the mall,get a manicure and pedicure,going out to lunch to your fav restaurant.Spending loads of money,but who cares cause you will make it up again tomorrow night when you get on that pole once again.
taking a nap,deciding to get in the shower after, to get ready to chill in bed for the rest of the night.smelling like vanilla and coconut all over your body.wearing your comfy pjs.your fresh new install wrapped up in a grey silk scarf with your baby blue wrap up bonnet.having your fuzzy long socks on during the chilly night.your ordered wingstop earlier within the night.your house being quiet only being able to hear your movie playing echoing throughout the house.you in your black silk sheets with your freshly shaven legs rubbing together because the feeling is amazing.your bare face having all your nightly products blended in sinkin into your clear beautiful sun kissed skin.you still had this feeling that someone was watching you within the darkness of your room with only the led lights on showing the red along the walls.the closet being slightly open but still so dark.u wanna get up and close it but you throw it off.slowly starting to fall asleep until u feel someone infront of your face.looking infront of you facing a face of beauty,the jade glimmering eyes lookin back into your chocolate brown ones,the freckles spread along her face,her full pink lips glistening just a little bit,her perfect shaped nose looking oh so rideable.you werent scared.you were confused.you think this is all a dream but too assure you its not.
the harmonious moans filled the atmosphere within the room.your face shoved into the bed.ass up in the air.your onsie pulled to the side showing your pretty fat pussy to her.her tounge licking up between those lips over and over again tasting that sweet but tangy essence on her tastbuds.the taste so addicting.she just cant get enough.fuckks and shitss flowing out your mouth the way she sucks on that clit so perfectly like nobody has ever done.you sound so perfect.that feeling in your stomach building up and you cant stop it.'ouu shiit imma cumm'you said with a moan.'cum all in my mouth baby,give me that shit.'she said.those words set you off in such a good way.the release on your tounge the more you shake your ass on her face.riding her tounge.the release finally jumps off the edge.the tingles spreading thru your body making you shake.your eyes rolling back into your head.her lapping up all the creamy essence with her skilled tounge.making sure to clean her dinner plate up.
flipped over onto your back.your titties getting released into the cold atmosphere.your nipples hardening due to the air and how aroused you are.her mouth latching on and suckling them just right.them getting released with a pop.'you want this dick hmm mama?'she said unbuckling her black jeans.'yeah i want your dick all up in dis pussy.'you said spreading your wet pussy lips to her.she pulls out her clear purple strap.slapping it and rubbing it all on your pussy.making you whimper the way its sliding over your clit over and over again.she slowly slides the tip in.then slams into you taking your breath away.angling her hips into you everytime to hit that spongey spot inside of you.holding her black shirt into her mouth lowly groaning.taking her left hand around your neck squeezing lightly to get that dizzy state to fill in your mind.she goes harder fucking you deep in the bed even more.her pace speeding up.youre moaning so loudly and you cant stop.you can tell its having a affect on her too.her eyebrows furrowed staring at the way her dick goes in and out of your sweet pussy.you stare down too.more of your essence flowing down the strap.'yeahh look at the pretty pussy creamin'she said with a muffled hum.she feels her release coming faster than she would like.the strap rubbing her pearly pink puffy clit just right.she starting to let out these small whimpers.her wetness covering the back of the strap.your wetness starting to drip on the bed creating a dark spot on the colored sheets.her thighs are wet too with both of your essences dripping and colliding together.your release starting to climb its way to the tip of your tounge.'fuh-fuck imma cum soon shiiitt'you said with a gasp.her pace keeping the same.she takes her thumb and suckles it in her mouth making her its wet.taking it down to your pearly clit begging for attention.rubbing figure eight motions on your clit over and over again.'i-im cumming oh fuck im cumming'you said with a loud guttural moan.'yeah cum on this dick'she said knowing the pit of her stomach is gonna explode.your gasping for air.your mouth open in a silent scream.your thighs shaking.scratching her hips with your nails.making her wince.everything sending her over the edge.the most loud guttural groan coming within her.her hips stuttering.her eyes rolling back.she almost cant hold herself up anymore.both of your euphorias spreading thru your bodies.
waking up the next day wondering why you still feel so exhausted and wondering why you are filled with hickies.maybe it wasnt all a dream.
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Reaper's Crow.
🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance
▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌
"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."
An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase.
"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"
The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…
The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention.
The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.
"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.
Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.
Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window.
It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her.
'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.
Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.
Chapter Two.
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╰───► Dealer!Ellie Headcannons
Pairing - dealer!ellie x black!femreader
Synopsis- dealer!ellie headcannons bc she’s been on my mind heavy.
Warnings- suggestive themes, mentions of weed, ellie being obsessed with reader
a/n i’ve been obsessed with this song and it may have started this brainrot 🙏🏾
dealer!ellie who couldnt resist giving you the pretty girl discount everytime you came to see her. she fell victim to your otherworldly like beauty and made a vow to make you hers.
dealer!ellie who couldn’t stop thinking about you since she first saw you at her door. you plagued her thoughts 24/7 to the point of insanity.
dealer!ellie who’s so obsessed with you that once you finally allowed her to take you out she never let you go.
dealer!ellie who couldn’t wait to spoil you with whatever you wanted with her dirty money once you finally got together. you didn’t have to lift a single finger or want for anything around her. you need your nails and hair done? $2000 already sent to your phone with a “get you a lil something extra, baby.” you wanna go on a shopping spree with her money? bet she’s on the way to get you and taking you to the mall. you 100% leave with multiple bags from high class stores and best believe ellie is carrying every single one of em.
dealer!ellie that once she finally got a taste of you she was whipped, pussy drunk if you will. it was to a point where you’re rarely in your clothes whenever you stay over her house. “fucking love this pussy” “it’s mines right baby? please tell me it’s mines.”
dealer!ellie who didnt want you having any parts of the business she’s in. she didn’t want you getting mixed up with dangerous people who would do anything to hurt ellie even if it means killing you. she never let you go with her when she had to make a drop. it was too dangerous and she wanted her pretty baby to stay safe in the comfort of her home.
dealer!ellie who kept her promise and never let you go. she ended up proposing on one of the lavish trips y’all took overseas 3 times a year. she always treated you like the princess you are and even kept her promise making your wedding princess and the frog themed.
dealer!ellie who had to keep dealing so she could afford the lavish lifestyle you were used to, but once you got married and she started having to work more you started worrying for her safety. it got to a point where one night she came home bruised and bloodied. “ what the fuck ellie!? what happened to you?!” “ this has got to stop. you can’t do this drug dealing shit no more ellie.” “you know i can’t stop baby, i’m too deep in.”
a/n anddddddd i’m gonna stop here, i want to expand more with this in a fic, i’m litch bursting with ideas like
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Before The Snow, Came The Flame…
Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader
Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…
Previously
Chapter 01 A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)
(Rated M)
(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex male receiving, fingering. )
Evangeline-
Snow is dangerous to the living. Everyone allows their youths to play in it, but I know better. If you have too much of it, it throws off the balance of nature. If you’re not careful it can burry you alive and muffle your screams. Snow…is a threat to the living.
Coriolanus hasn’t come to visit me in the past three days and oddly, that bothers me. It’s almost as if I’m having withdrawals from him.
And I don’t like that at all.
“Good news Evangeline.” I hear Bugs’ voice as I lay there staring at the ceiling, contemplating on why I’m becoming codependent on Coriolanus’ presence. “I’ll be going home today?” I ask sitting up on my elbows.
I hear him fiddling with the lock and I raise a brow when I see him unlock my cell door and let it swing open. I stare at him for a moment and he stares back, but in an awkward manner.
“You don’t have to stay in the cells anymore. You have to be under surveillance for a little longer-”
“Then what’s the point in leaving the cells if I’m going to be watched? It’s like you’re letting a dog out of its cage but putting a leash on it.” I ask not even bothering to hide my disappointment.
“Coryo had managed to pull some strings to get you out of this cell. He told the Mayer of this district that it was inhumane to keep you in here.”
My skin prickles hearing that information. “Where is Coriolanus? I feel like he would want to be the one to tell me about this.” I ask slowly moving off of the cot. “He is on assignment. But he told me specifically to come and get you. If not me it would’ve been Duke and well we know how much bad blood there is between you two.”
I walk over to him look into his muddy brown eyes. Bugs wasn’t threatening in the slightest. In fact it was quite laughable to see him as a Peace Maker. He was thin, like a stick bug and I can bet all the lint in my pocket that I could break his nose with a simple palm tap.
But I’m going to behave. And when it’s dark and the district is fast asleep I will leave and never come back.
I was going to tell him thank you but he moves behind me and he cuffs my hands behind my back. “Sorry, there’s one more stop we need to go to before I let you lose.” He says in a sympathetic tone.
Of course there’s a catch, there seems to always be something with these people.
I was tempted to ask if this last stop was on the terms of the Mayer or Coriolanus? But that question became stuck on the roof of my mouth like thick peanut butter.
I keep my mouth shut and follow him out of the building. The sun feels good against my brown skin. Hell if I could drink the sun I’d get drunk off of it. My bliss was interrupted as I hear the whispers of the townspeople but I keep my head down.
“Devil child.”
“I hear she’s a wife of satan.”
“Poor thing.”
I feel my jaw clench hearing the comments but I keep my head down. “Watch your step.” Bugs says as he leads me inside of an infirmary.
Inside I see an odd woman with dirty blonde hair. “Ah, just the child I wanted to see.” She says as she peers at me above her glasses. “I’m not a child.” I fire at her.
No, no, no, don’t let them see the fire in you, Evangeline.
She claps her hands in glee and shoos Bugs away after he takes my cuffs off. “Come come, we have much to do.” She ushers me into a room and she tells me to sit down on the bed.
Once I’m sat, the woman introduces herself to me. “My name is Augusta Bleep. I am the closest thing to a medical doctor in district 12 and before you ask about my credentials, look around this room dear. I have my paperwork in order.”
This woman makes me want to drive a pen in my ear canal so I don’t have to listen to her. “It’s nice to meet you.” I lie as she gathers her things. “You don’t have to lie to me dear, I’m not the most liked person here in the district other than yourself. Children hate when they have to come see me and the adults avoid me at all cost. But that is medicine for you. Now, since you shall be staying a bit longer, I have been told to give you a check up and make sure you’re in good health.”
I nod and she soon begins. “Alright I’m going to check your heart beat.” She takes out her stethoscope and tells me to sit still.
The ice cold instrument touches my hot skin and I flinch hard. “Oh, I do apologize for that. I should’ve warmed it up for you.” I hold back the many curse words I wanted to spit at her. I just bite my tongue and let her continue…
••••
When she was finally finished, I was left feeling like she had violated me. No wonder everyone hates this woman.
I had put my clothing back on while she was scribbling down something in her notepad. “Miss Flame, you have a clean bill of health. I do hope you’ll stop by in the near future.”
I give her a nod. “I wouldn’t count on that.” I admit to her. She simply smiles at my honesty and tells me that I could leave.
When I made it outside, I see Bugs talking to Coriolanus. When his light blue eyes met my face, my heart started to ache.
I should run back inside and talk to Doc Bleep, because clearly I am having a heart attack of some sort. Why else would my heart feel like this?
“I’ll take it from here, Bugs.” Coriolanus tells him as he steps up to me. “Follow me. I will be bringing you over to your new residence.” He tells me as he turns on his heel. I simply obey and give Bugs a gentle smile as I pass him.
As we walk further and further to the edge of town, I notice how Coriolanus was silent. I’d figure he’d be elated to see me, or at least have some conversation. But instead I’m met with silence.
When we finally make it to a shack like house, he had stopped abruptly. “I’ll see about getting you better living conditions. But this is just about all that can be done for you Evangeline.” Coriolanus says as he opens the door for me.
I step inside and I was greeted by a warm fire. I gravitate towards the dancing flames and I kneel in front of it.
I then take in my surroundings. The shack wasn’t glamorous, if anything it was only slightly livable. I think the cell was a better fit for me, but this was fine. I’d be gone by tonight anyways.
I hear him close the door behind us and when I turned I was greeted by a red rose. Coriolanus had held it out to me and I stood up, staring at his gift.
“Forgive me for not coming to see you for the past few days, as a Peace Keeper, the work is quite demanding of my free time. But I’m all yours for the rest of the day.” He says waiting for me to accept the rose.
I take it out of generosity but wince when I feel something prick me. “Ouch!” I drop the rose and was about to bring my pricked finger to my lips. But he had grabbed my wrist and plunged the digit in his mouth.
As he sucked, I felt a shiver because it reminded me of what he did to me in the mess room. As much as I wanted to draw my hand back from him, my body stood frozen. My inner thighs throbbed.
Hell my slit started to drip thinking of his tongue assaulting it once more.
When he finally popped my finger out of his mouth he looked a bit pleased. “Forgive me again my little rose. I thought I had cut all the thorns off. I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.”
“It’s..fine. It was just a simple mistake.” I go to bend down to grab the rose but he was quicker and he tossed it into the fire.
He doesn’t say anything else. Only stepped closer to me. “A rose with thorns…pity it went to waste. But enough about that, how about I take you out tonight? To celebrate your freedom.”
I hide my spike of anger. “Freedom?” I ask keeping my voice calm. “Yes, I know this isn’t your home. But it can be something. I can be your home.” He says as he brings his warm hands to my face. “Why are you being kind to me, Coriolanus? I’m not District, I’m not Capital. I’m a stranger. And hardly anyone here likes me. Why?”
He cocks his head at me. “Because you’re special. Like the golden rose I told you about. And you did say yes to me.”
Hearing him say that last sentence made me feel cold all over even though I was still by the fire. “I bet you say that to all the girls here.” I say staring up into his eyes.
His hand twitches against my face. “No just you. Only you. Because you’re special Evangeline. Would it be okay if I spend the night with you?” I move his hands off of me and take a step back.
“Thank you for pulling the strings for getting me…this.” I spread my arms wide and turn my back to him. Staring deeply into the fire. Watching as the flames lick up the blackened fire place.
He can’t stay, he can’t spend the night because then I have to stay one more night.
I feel his arms wrap around me and my body tenses. “You’re welcome…” I feel his nose brush against the back of my neck and I hear him inhale. “Can I stay the night, Evangeline?” He asks again. “Wont you get in trouble for being away from the bunks?” I ask him. “I’ll have people looking out for me. Besides, my little rose needs some extra attention since I’ve been away.”
I hold the groan in because he’s going to ruin my plans. I turn in his arms and bring my arms up so my hands can rest on his broad shoulders. “I guess I can let you stay the night. To show my gratitude.” He holds my chin between his thumb and index finger and studies my face.
“You wouldn’t leave in the dead of night would you?” He asks as if he’s reading my thoughts. I don’t let any emotion show on my face. “No, of course not. I miss my family but I’m sure they think I’m dead. Wouldn’t they have came for me by now?” He nods at my question as if reassuring himself. “You know, from this angle…you have little golden flecks in your eyes.” He murmured.
I swallow hard because this is exhausting, trying to keep masking my eyes. So I close them and move my face close to his. I then bury my head in his chest and move my arms so that it looks like I’m hugging him.
“If you’re going to spend the night, then please let me prepare dinner for you. As a thank you.”
Maybe if he leaves, I can just slip away.
I think to myself as my eyes cool off. “Don’t worry about dinner, we can go to the hub tonight and get some food there. And don’t worry about anyone bothering you. I’ll be there.” Coriolanus says as he rests his chin on my head.
I let this go because if I let my emotions get the best of me…I’ll surely burn this place down to the ground.
Coriolanus-
She’s pulling away from me like a mouse trying to run from her capture. I know she wants to run but I won’t let that happen.
It was night time and I was ushering Evangeline into the hub. I felt all eyes on her as she entered. If she felt uncomfortable, she didn’t let it show. In fact she owned the attention.
A woman with that kind of confidence was surly a woman I would want to have by my side. She would be a wonderful addition to the Snow family.
I watch as she takes in her surroundings. “Coryo. Evangeline.” Bugs greets as him and Duke both walks to us. Duke was drinking something, probably white liquor, and glaring at Evangeline.
I step in front of her and make sure I make eye contact with him as I speak. “Hello gentlemen. I hope you don’t mind me brining Evangeline along. I figured I could show her around seeing that she’s not seen as a threat.” I make sure that I put the emphasis on the word threat when I speak and Duke just grunts.
“Fine by me, but make sure you keep your little monster on a leash tonight. Wouldn’t want any fires to start out of nowhere.” He spits past me.
I can feel an odd heat from Evangeline. When I look at her she kept her head held high. “I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. Though I’m sure a mutt such as yourself should be the one on a leash.” She says with a straight face.
Bugs snickers at her comment and I can’t help but feel a smile crawl across my lips. My little rose is letting her thorns cut deep tonight. I like it.
Duke just walks away, looking red in the face. “I’ll go talk to him. We’re going to be sitting in the front row for the entertainment if you two are interested in being close by.” Bugs excuses himself then and runs after Duke. I turn to her and lean down to whisper.
“You know Duke is definitely going to find a way to get you back for that comment.” She shrugs. “I’d like to see him try.” For a split second I swear I see one of her eyes turn to a dark amber color. But she blinks and they’re both brown.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I offer. “I’ll have some white liquor no ice.” I nod and as I start to walk away I see two men looking at Evangeline. They were whispering and smirking.
I turn back to her then. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Before she could comment I lean down and I kiss her temple, showing them that she’s mine.
As I stand by the bar to get our drinks I see Evangeline talking with Sinder. She was smiling at her and touching her swollen belly.
Why hasn’t she smiled like that with me? I’ve given her a taste of freedom, shouldn’t she be happy that she’s with me and not in that cell?
“Here you go Coryo.” The bartender says handing me two drinks. I accept them and as I make my way to her, I feel this burn in my chest.
I want her to hunger for me, I want her to ache for me just as I did when I was away from her.
All those nights that I was away from her made me feel unhinged. I know I am slowly going mad, but what’s a little madness if I can’t enjoy my little rose.
She had her hand on her neck as she spoke to Sinder, and that’s when I’m reminded of when I had my hand around her throat. To control her breathing, to have her attention on me. It was euphoric.
I feel my cock twitch as I see her lips slide across her bottom lip. And her eyes glance my way.
Get control over yourself Coriolanus. You’re not a boy who gets excited to see flesh.
I tell myself as I hand her the glass. “Thank you.” She tells me as our hands brush. Her touch was hot to the touch.
Hmm?
“Sinder, it’s so nice to see you. Though I don’t think the hub is a place for a woman in your condition.” I say as she avoids eye contact with me.
“Well you know me, I’m just here to support my husbands band. Oh there goes Annabelle. Evangeline I’ll be seeing you.” She rushes away from us and I wonder something.
“What were you and Sinder Cobble talking about?” I ask as I watch her take her drink in one gulp. She doesn’t even flinch. “Just having some girl chat and talking about her baby. Nothing too interesting.”
“It seemed quite interesting from where I was standing.” I challenge as I gulp my drink. She places her glass on a table and she turns to me, smiling devilishly.
“Coriolanus, darling you sound jealous of Sinder Cobble.”
“Only jealous that you don’t laugh with me like that.” I admit to her. She leans in close as well as I. “She may make me laugh but you’re the one who makes me make those sweet noises.” She whispers against my ear, causing my cock to twitch again.
I clench my jaw and I go to reach for her throat but she was pulled away from me. I feel instant anger when I see Bugs had pulled her away for a dance.
She looked surprised in the action but she throws her head back and laughs.
No, no, no. Don’t laugh like that with another man while you’re in front of me!
You’re mine Evangeline, don’t you understand that you’re my most precious possession?
I put my glass down angrily, ready to snatch her away from him but Davina Court slinks her arms around me. “Well hello there stranger.” She says looking up at me lovingly.
“Not now Davina.” I go to move her hands off of me but she grips me tighter and pouts. “Don’t be like that, baby. Why don’t you come around and see me at the shop anymore?”
“Because I have no reason to go there.” I tell her bluntly. Her grip on me loosens. “Did I do something wrong?” I ignore her question and move away from her.
But she doesn’t let up. She grabs a hold of my jacket. “Please, don’t do this. I thought what we had was special.” I ignore her and look back at Evangeline and I see she’s getting lost in the crowd of dancing bodies.
I turn back to Davina sharply making her flinch. “Let go or I will give you a reason you’ll never want to see me walking around this district.” I tell her coldly. She releases the hold of my jacket and I take off in the direction I had seen Evangeline last. When I get close, I see she’s gone and I feel my blood boiling.
Where are you little rose? You couldn’t have gotten away that easily.
I look around and my eyes land on Bugs. He was talking to Sejanus and Clifton. I had to keep my temper down, because if I didn’t I would’ve grabbed Bugs from his seat and bashed his skull into the dance floor.
“Bugs, do you know where Evangeline wandered off to?” I ask him as I take a few calm breathes. “Careful there, Coryo. If you keep hanging around that’s girl, people are going to think you’re her guard dog.” Clifton jokes.
I give him an icy glare which makes the laugh in his throat stop. “Uh, she said she needed some air. So she might be outsi-“ I turn on my heel not caring to let Bugs finish his sentence.
Evangeline oh my sweet little rose. I’m going to teach you that if you ever laugh like that with another man and leave my sight without my permission, there will be consequences that you’ll have to face….
“I guess I have to pluck a few pedals off of my flower…”
Evangeline-
Bugs is funny, and he’s warm hearted. The way he made me feel happy and included on the dance floor gave me a bit of happiness.
He also reminds me of Jonathan. Which makes me wonder what he’s doing. Maybe he’s bickering with Nana-Bee about his eye color change. Or maybe he’s out there…looking for me?
I look up at the red moon and I feel a tear fall. Snow is coming and I can feel it in the air. I need warmth, I need my family. I need my freedom. I sniffle back a tear as I hear the back door to the hub open.
I feel a presence behind me and when I turn I see Coriolanus. He was giving off a strange chill.
Be cautious, Evangeline.
My instincts tell me.
“Why are you out here?” He asks in a husky tone. “I just needed some fresh air. You know it’s a red moon tonight. Which means it’s the start of the winter solstice.” I tell him as I turn away from him. I assume he nods because I don’t hear a response.
He seems to creep closer to me, like a snake would do to its prey. “That’s nice to know. So what did Bugs and you talk about?” I keep the annoyance out of my tone. “He just told me a silly little joke. That’s all.” I say with a shrug.
“Seemed like he had told you something quite funny. So tell me, what was the joke?” The frost coming from him gave me the chills. “Why don’t you go ask him. I’m sure he can tell you the joke better than I can.” I hiss in response.
“No, I want to you to tell the best way you can, Evangeline.” He says as he moves in front of me. I avoid his narrowed eyes and I look past him. We are like that for only a pregnant pause.
He then moves so that I’m staring into his eyes. The darkness in his pupils would make any mere mortal back down. But I am not a mere mortal and I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. I feel a flicker in my eyes and I hate that I have to look away because he will think he’s won.
“Fine, don’t tell me. In fact don’t even utter a fucking word.” He grabs a hold of my wrist and snatches me up. “Ouch! You’re hurting me! Coriolanus! You’re hurting m-” He grabs my throat quickly and pins me up against the wall of the hub.
“You…don’t speak.” He says through clenched teeth. “I think it is safe to say that I think you are a fascinating creature. I confess that when you aren’t in my presence I get a bit…possessive. But can you blame me? I want to keep you in my sight at all times just like a beautiful garden. You haunt my thoughts like a sickness and I don’t want a cure. I want your poison to set a fire in a veins and have me wither in agony. But I want you to feel the same. I want to be the only person you look for when you awaken. I want to be the only person you dream about when you fall asleep. I want my scent to make your pretty little pussy clench. I want you to need me like your lungs need air.”
He says that as he squeezes my throat a bit tighter. “Corio-” He interrupts me with a kiss. They way his lips pressed against mine made all the air leave my body. I know I should push this lunatic off of me but as his hand releases my throat, he pinned my wrists above my head.
I feel his erection against my belly button and I can’t help but let a moan escape my lips. He sucks my lip and I feel my knees shake. When he lets go he looks down at me and I want nothing more than to please him.
I go to open my mouth but he raises a brow, letting me know that if I speak, I will get something I don’t want. So I close my lips. “I want to give you so much but you made me upset tonight. But I’ll make sure you never want to leave my sight again. Or laugh with other men.”
With a quick move, Coriolanus keeps my hands pinned above my head with one hand while he takes the other and moves it under my skirt.
When he finds my wet covered clit, I let out a gasp. I lean against the wall so that my legs were supported and didn’t give out as he lets his skillful fingers roam my pussy.
He leans down and lets his tongue lick my throat. I feel his sharp teeth bite and pull at my skin. I feel the pain but also the pleasure as he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me. When he finds my g-spot I let my head fall back and close my eyes.
I suddenly feel a sharp yank to my locs and I groan as I feel his fingers leave me. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see the want and hunger in them.” He says with his teeth close to my ear. When he sees I’m obedient, he continues. I feel my pussy starting to clench and I let out a breathy moan.
“You want to come don’t you? You want to spill those juices down these pretty thighs?” He asks as he goes painstakingly slow. I mouth yes and I feel my orgasm about to come but he stops. “I don’t think so.” He slides out of me and I go to speak but he pins my entire body against the wall.
“You don’t deserve to. But I’ll be merciful this one time. If you feel as if you deserve to come then show me…with this devilish mouth of yours, Evangeline.” He smirks and I hear him loosening his pants.
He lets my hands go and on instinct I drop to my knees. As he pulls his cock out I see how slick the tip is in the moonlight. I lean forward to touch him but he leans back. “No hands. I just want you to earn that orgasm with your mouth, little rose.” He says to me.
I place my hands on my lap and I open my mouth. He looks down at me as if I’m ready to worship him and he slides his thumb in my mouth. I watch him shiver as I suck.
“You’ll earn that orgasm I’m sure of it.” He pops his thumb out of my mouth and he lets the head of his cock brush against my lips, as if to say open.
I open my mouth and I lick up the dribbles of pre. I watch as his eyes roll back slightly as I slide him past my lips. “Fuck…” He moans as he places his hands on the back of my head.
As the pleasure plays across his face, I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my clit rub against my soaked panties. “Such a good mouth you have little rose. I can’t wait to see how good your entire body feels.” Coriolanus groans as he guides my head further down.
I feel a choke coming but he doesn’t stop. “No, no, no. I know you can take it. Be my good little rose and take it down your throat.” He presses my head against the wall and I feel his pelvis meet my nose. When he slides out of my mouth I take in a deep breath and I cough.
“See that wasn’t so bad. I knew you could take it. Do you want to continue?” He asks as he stroke his thumb over my bottom lip. The hunger I see in his pale blue eyes made me groan. “Yes.” I say in a hoarse whisper. He smiles which doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
“That’s my girl.” He slides his cock back in my mouth and I feel my gag reflex tickle as he thrusts in and out of my lips. I know he said no hands but I press my palms against his bucking hips. Hearing him moan out in pleasure made me rock my hips faster.
God I wanted this man to make me come. I wanted him to come. I didn’t even care if we got caught. I just wanted both of our pleasure to be released.
Coriolanus moved my hands off of his hips and held them in the air as he began to fuck my face against the wall. My eyes started to roll back as I felt my orgasm building with his. “That’s it, take my cock down this pretty throat of yours. I want you to be drunk from my cock.” He moans as I feel his balls twitch against my chin.
He stills and keeps his pelvis press against my lips as I feel the ropes of come shoot down my throat. I swallow as much as I could but feel it mix with my drool as he slides his still hard cock out of my mouth.
“You are beautiful.” He says as he lifts me up off of my knees and kisses me. The way his tongue danced with mine, made me dizzy and lustful. I moved my tongue with his as I feel him lift my leg onto his hip.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so deep, that I’ll leave an imprint.” He says as he lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to the side. “Please, please, please.” I beg him as I lift my hips and move in his direction. I feel the tip about to slide inside but a loud-
BOOM!
-Interrupts us. We hear people screaming and running out of the hub. Coriolanus quickly fixes himself as well as myself and he takes a hold of my hand.
As we run, he spots Clifton. “What’s going on?” Coriolanus asks. “Someone set off a bomb! I think it’s rebels! We need to get out of here!” Clifton yells. I notice blood coming out of his ear as he takes off. “Evangeline, go home and lock your doors. I’ll come by later.”
“But what about you?” I yell, trying to be heard over the screaming. “I’ll be okay! Just go!” He pushes me ahead and I run with the crowd. I glance back at the hub and see it was set ablaze. The fire looked chaotic and beautiful, with the colors and dancing flames.
When I look forward I had ran into something heavy and thick. “Wheresyouthinkyouregoing?” I smell rancid breathe and I almost gag.
Duke was in front of me and I see he’s swaying a bit.
As I try to back up, I get grabbed and yanked hard by the hair. “Let me go! LET ME G-” I feel a hard hit to my stomach and I throw up anything I had consumed.
“I bet you started this. But you know what, this is perfect.” He drags me off and as I try to fight him off, he tightens his hold on me.
“I saw what you did to Coriolanus. I bet you’d open your legs to anyone.” He spat at me. “I wouldn’t fuck a disgusting pig like you!”
He throws me to the ground away from the crowd and as I go to get up he sends a heavy boot to my face, which causes blood to pool in my mouth.
“See I told Coriolanus to keep a leash on you. But you know little monster like you just seem to always get loose. I should shoot him in the head for fucking a disgusting creature. And who are you calling a pig? When you’re the filthy little slut sucking off Peace Keepers. But you know what? Since I can’t have my ticket to heaven, then I’m going to get something else out of you.”
I kick hard into his crotch as he kneels near me. He falls over in pain. “Oof!”
I scramble up to run but I feel him grab my ankle and he yanks. He manages to get on top of me and pins me down. “I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to beat you until not even the dogs will want to play with you.” He says as he uses all of his weight on me.
No, I won’t let this happen. I refuse for this to happen.
I feel him pin my legs apart and he rips my skirt down, exposing myself to him. I hear him go for his pants and I look around. I find a decent sized rock but it was just out of my reach from where I can see.
I use my quick thinking and I gather the blood in my mouth and spit directly in his eyes. When it makes contact, his flesh begins to cook. He screams bloody murder and I scramble away from him.
I grab the rock as he gets a hold of my blouse and I crack him across the face causing him to let me go.
I see a cut on his forehead which fuels the fire in me. “Shame I can’t drag this out.” I mutter as I raise the rock and hit him again. This time he falls down and I crawl on top of him.
He screams as he waves his hands wildly. I pin his arms down with my knees and I hold his mouth open.
“See you in hell.” I say as I spit more blood and drool into his mouth. The second it hits his tongue a fire ignites. His face gets licked up in flames and he screams wildly. But instead of allowing him to draw attention. I raise the rock up high and I send it down, cracking his face in.
Crack!
I see his left eye pop loose.
Crack!
His front teeth goes flying.
Crack!
His forehead caves in.
CRACK!
His body goes still.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Once I know he will no longer be a threat to me, I drop the rock and I get up. Duke’s head was now a splattered mess on the ground as well as a small inferno.
I stand back and watch as my fire slowly consumes his body. A smile spreads across my face as I watch his body char. His flesh cooks and I hope something comes to eat the rest of him. That is, if there’s anything left when my flame dies down.
“This is an interesting discovery.” I stiffen hearing a familiar voice behind me.
As I command my body to move, I turn around to see Coriolanus staring at me with no expression on his face.
Did he see what Duke was going to do to me? Or did he only see that I had set Duke’s body on fire?
I then remember my eyes and I shut them, trying to calm the fire inside of me. “What discovery Coriolanus?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.
I feel him in front of me and when I dare to open my eyes he was just staring at me, with his hand reaching out to touch my hair. He captured my white loc in his fingers and twirls it with interest in his eyes.
“That my little rose has more than just thorns…”
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BabyDoll ! Jax Teller Fanfiction
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Synopsis | Set in Season 3; upon venturing into the south side of L.A. for club business, Jax has a weekend long hookup with an air-headed nail shop heiress; Loretta Belle Chang. The two drunkenly get hitched and embark on a newlywed adventure as he brings her back to Charming.
Just Married; Welcome to Charming
#jax teller#soa#soa fanfiction#jax teller x oc#Jax teller x ofc#jax teller fanfiction#Jax teller x blk!oc
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oh ellie loves watching you get off with out her. its so fuckin nasty you love it. seeing her palm herself through her soaked boy shorts as you grind and rub the pocket pussy against your aching sex, arching your back and having your lips parted to let out the sexiest moans ellie could listen to all day if she could, “feels good, angel?” — “yess! fuck..wish it was y—you..” the friction against your clit takes your breath, pinching your brows together, you gasp and let out more erotic sounds. “i know..cum for me and ill make it happen.”
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to whom ever this comes across. ive been writing fanfiction specifically catered towards black readers because I truly loved it and wanted to give representation for black girls like myself. i have just felt like my work, the time, dedication and passion i up into every fic has not been appreciate and i know i should not expect anything but it still hurts. especially when i have little time to do write with school. so im stopping. to the 169 followers i currently have: Thank you but i will no longer be writing.
sincerely
-Zee
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“Lucid Dream”
CW: cheating(?),semi-public sex (elevator),smut, oral(f!receiving),nicknames (baby,mamas,ma), unprotected sex.
PAIRING: Ex!Zoro x Blk!FemReader
WC: 1.8k
🫧🗯️: Didn’t expect so many people to actually vote lmao..😭😭, but ty to all those who have!! This is made just for you guys. First of all it wasnt supposed to last a week, but as soon as I saw zoro taking the lead I had to write this. So ill make another one based off whose in second place!! lmk if i missed anything for the content warning!!
MINORS DNI
(rêve!!)
You pick up your phone, it's ten pm.. It's been over an hour since you arrived. You spent even longer getting ready. Wrapped in a beautiful emerald dress with gold accessories to match you felt amazing, but that feeling quickly went away once you realized your date wasn't coming. Picking up your phone you see his message.
"Sorry, I can't make it…maybe next time?”
Maybe next time my ass! You cannot believe this. You slam your phone onto the table and leave, storming off in the direction of the exit. Wiping away your tears as they stream down your face and hurrying down the restaurant stairs. Making your way out you step into the cold Atlanta night. Using one hand to warm up your bare shoulders you use your other to grab your phone to call an Uber...except that it wasn't in your purse.
Dammit! You had left it on the table. Practically out of breath from the stairs you pick up your pace gearing towards your table. But when you finally reach your table you are met with someone you'd rather not see again. Especially tonight out of all nights!
Pulling out a chair for a blonde??! You see his gorgeous mint hair first.
“Fuck!” you whisper-shout making sure he doesn't hear. You quickly snatch your phone as fast as you can, apparently too fast because now the glass of water has fallen onto the mint's lap. “Oh my god..” you gasp, You cannot believe your luck.
The man looks up in response to your voice, recognizing it almost instantly. You guys make eye contact for about a solid second, but that was enough to make you fold. You ran away, breaking for the elevator, you wanted to get away from all of this. The blonde shouting in the background for spare napkins. You cannot believe you just saw your ex, at a restaurant out of place. Not only that but with someone else!!! It's been only three months since you broke up with him.
Now you were really crying, you walked into the elevator and pressed some random ass buttons, you just wanted to be home. To dazed in your own world you didn't even realize Zoro being right next to you in the elevator, he pushes the first button which you had already pressed undoing the action. “It was already going down…” you whisper and go back to press the first floor button.
“Well, I didn't mean to press that one. I was gonna do the third floor” He hits the third floor button, not even a second later he presses the first floor again!
“You are so..” You seethe. This nigga cannot be serious at all. Just when you are about to hit the first floor button, the elevator rocks.”Fuck..what the actual fuck.” You are absolutely losing it, no way this is happening to you. You start spamming the panic button, yelping for help hoping someone would hear.
“Relax, someone is probably already on their way.” Zoro sitting down already making himself comfortable.
“Relax..?1!! Nigga are you fucking insane? I feel like I'm boutta explode.” You pace around the room thinking of possible solutions.
Zoro grabs your ankle and halts you in place, “Stop moving around, you're gonna make us more stuck. Just try and sit down”
“You moron that's not how it works..” You kick his hand from your ankle cause who does he think he is? He removes his jacket, and places it down underneath you, he pats the jacket a couple times gesturing for you to sit down. Hesitantly you go down and sit down with your legs in a 45 degree angle (?) (idk it's hard to explain, but like that sit you do when you're on the floor and you dont want yo panties showing.)
“Who was she?” you ask, staring dead at your phone, no service on your phone either.
You hear a small chuckle and immediately regret everything.
“Why are you here?” He asks looking you up and down, you know you look good and damn he knows it too. Green is his color and to see you look pull it off better than him makes him proud a lil bit.
“I asked the question first.” You utter and stand right back up, only for him to drag you down. “What is wrong witchu!”
“Her name is Dahlia, Sanji he had us go on a blind date, I had only met her like two hours ago” Zoro had finally admitted, rubbing his forehead. You laughed a lil, just the idea of sanji going through all that trouble. His face nearly illuminated when he heard you laugh, it's been almost three months since he last saw you let alone heard you laugh like that.
You check the time, it's been twenty minutes already and there's been no sign of help. How is this possible if the restaurant still should be opened? How have they not been able to get any help?? By this time you and Zoro were about an inch apart, he was glaring at you not in a mean way but in a possessive way. You guys were just staring at each other not saying a word.
Within a split second Zoro had quite literally grabbed you and plopped you down right onto his lap, still damp from the water, and kissed you. You almost instantaneously returned the kiss. It was absolutely exhilarating, you've missed him so much. Tongues were clashing teeth clanging it was messy but you loved every second of it. You pushed away, trying to catch yo breath.
“What about your date..?” you were panting so hard and out of breath.
“Man fuck Daffodil” he said, reaching his fingers to your cheeks “Ive missed you so much baby” Caressing your soft skin
“I've missed you too” You were definitely gonna regret this the next day, but with his stunning face and practically hypnotizing smile it was hard to go against anything he was doing.
He begins to remove your sleeves, bringing down your dress revealing your cutie pink lace bra. Your hands react quickly and cover your boobs,
“Awe baby don't be shy” he pouts a little and undoes your bra tossing it next to him. He immediately latches onto your brown nipples sucking and licking them like a starved baby. You start grinding against his crotch becoming impatient. Sure you've had a few one night stands after you guys broke up, but quite clearly none of them met up to the bar that zoro had established long ago.
“Seems like you’ve really missed me heheh ” He laughs a bit at your desperate grinding. You were too focused on reaching your high to even feel embarrassed. Zoro noticed this, the increasing moisture from your underwear “woah, not without me mamas.”
He moves his coat and places it behind you, with ease he sets you down on your back with your wet panties facing him. He tears off your underwear so aggressively it’s for sure torn, He rubs his hands together and licks his lips before diving into your cunt.
“Ah” you exclaimed, it was all so sudden you didn’t have a chance to even think about it.
“Ma, I’ve missed hearing your voice so much” zoro groaned, but you couldn’t hear him with all the squelching from him absolutely raving in your pussy. He was going up and down on every corner, letting his tongue fly in n out your pussy. Your thighs started closing in on him
“I-i'm cummin’” you moan out loud grabbing on to his short minty hair, letting your orgasm flow out with zoro still licking it up
“so sweet, can't get enough”, he pants while still lapping at your drenched pussy. Your legs Leg’s jittering, heart racing, you haven’t felt this way in months. Retracting his head from your now damaged cunt, he licks up all remaining cum from his lips. He lowers his pants and boxers, to reveal his pulsating cock leaking with pre-cum already. “You still on the pill?“ he asks, with his tip already teasing your entrance. You nod, too dazed to even speak. With no second to waste his dick already making it way into your pussy, you hiccup at the suddenness. “That’s right mama, take me nice n slow” he mutters, going in at lagging pace.
“Fast, go faster” you say airily as you squeeze your pussy wanting more. He obeys and picks up pace with your fat cunt enveloping his dick so well, the sound of his balls slapping your ass and the subtle moans escaping your mouth fill up the air as both of you guys are now short winded you can feel his dick reach up every inch of your vagina.”Z-zoro, I’m gonna c-cum!” You scream, whilst creaming all over his dick. Hearing his name come out of his mouth was enough to send over the edge and fills you to the brim with his warm cum. Breathing hard he removes he cock from your pussy and marvels as, his cum flows out of your pussy.
Banging from the outside, got you straight up. “We’re gonna get you out of there, helps coming give us five minutes!” A man shouts.
Zoro helps you dress back up, because your whole body is aching. Even with the jacket the floor was still pretty rough. He helps gather up the piece of your underwear keeping one of them ‘for a souvenir’ he explains to you, you roll your eyes too tired to even argue. Meanwhile zoro buckles up his pants and tries his best to clean up any leftover cum on the floor, while you sit down by the door damn near immobilized.
The doors finally open up, and the cacophony of fire trucks and power tools was already enough to send you into a spiral. Trying to stand up you’re a lil wobbly, zoro grabs your hand aiding you out. The whole staff is outside all lined up cheering for your rescue. “How long has it been?” you ask clearly, you are absolutely exhausted.
“Forty minutes” zoro responds. He lends you his jacket once you get outside. “Where’s your ride?”
“I don’t have one, I’ll just get an Uber.” You answer fishing for your phone in your purse.
“Here, I’ll take you home” zoro says, walking towards his car acting all nonchalant..
‘Who does this nigga think he is?’ you think to yourself while trying to keep up with him. “how are you gonna offer me a ride then leave me chasing you..goodnight you know i can’t even walk properly.” You shout, the audacity is crazy.You can practically hear his eyes rolling when he stopped in the middle of the road turning around towards at a concerning pace. He grabs your waist and hangs you over his shoulder, flailing your feet and hands “Let me go nigga!”
“Weren’t you jus complaining…right, stop moving before I really leave you” he replies in an irritated voice.
regardless of his warning you continue to flail around, jus for the fun of it hitting his ass and laughing. zoro continues to walk, you can’t see his face but he smiles a lil at the sound of your laughter. He wishes that this would last forever.
(Thank you all for the support on my first fic!!)
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📁 ─────── ★ ARMIN ARLERT ❕
⌒ ⌒ ❛ toxins ❜ armin a. x blk!reader oneshot
summary ; you visit him, only to see his disaster-self
hurt/comfort. tw ; cigarettes' + panic attack
(( third pov ))
(( decided to randomly post this bc i haven't written shit that's been completed at the moment. )) ─── enjoy !
you sat next to him; head turned towards him for the vision to fuel the storm. the emotions continued to swirl, chaining your words to your throat. winds of worry gutted your stomach, and the view of him staring ahead with a jaded expression added onto the fire that burned your skin.
"armin," you called out; tone gentle like smoothing waves, yet it didn't dare shake despite the natural disaster. though his irises were unmoving with eyes widened subtly, the blinking were the only few things hinting at his heart pounding.
within your eyes he's slouched on the bed, and your heart can tell armin's adapted to the terrible position just as much as he's adapted to tragedy. your heart and mind can agree on the clear difference between the sad frown formed on your face and the dull frown ever-so light painted on his face. the inner of your eyebrows quirked upwards, expressing the displeasure of his act stemming from his mental state.
"armin," your voice emphasized with its volume higher to a small extent. while you kept from yourself, you hoped your cautious nature wouldn't fail him. the feeling of your teeth clenching along with the strong grip to the wrinkled covers built more tension clashing through your body.
though, a certain joy circuits through you while hearing the result of his name being called out. despite the stubbornness ever-so clear to you, your chest clings onto the bittersweet feeling once he let out a low sigh and tilt his head away from your figure. you observe his hand sliding under his pillow with sly, and you know why once the small box is clenched in his hands. his fingers worked to reveal a single cigarette out, and laid the box on his lap for his hand to sneak under his pillow again.
at least he responded. is all you could think before seeing a lighter. for his cigarette that's held up. and once it lit up, he dragged out smoke that added onto the aroma of nicotine filling the atmosphere.
with sluggish movement, his head tilted towards you. his irises flickered onto your expression before staring down. "yeah?" he rasped, before he took a deep breath with the cigarette pressed against his lips.
"please armin, tell me what the hell happened at school?" your pleas were processed within him whilst the smoke extracted from his chest. your urge for an answer out of concern was acknowledged; yet with that acknowledgement, came a mix of emotions that were expressed with a blow of smoke that continued to drag out.
silently, his head tilt away from your presence. after his cig pressed onto his lips again for the toxins to rot him, he voiced his reply with a lack of effort. "nothing much."
"please! armin you were cr—"
"fuck!" his nails pierced the skin of his thigh through the rough fabric of his jeans, "barely anything happened that was important!" armin's voice raised higher than your second plea. his loud desperation forced shivers through you once the snapping tone had faded. your gulp was heard before your bottom lip was tugged by your teeth; now your spirits sunk down lower with sickness layering and alarms banging.
"i'm— i didn't wanna press you, i'm sorry and all! i ju—"
"stopstopstopstop! i should be the one saying sorry!" his free hand forcefully grasped his strands. rapid breaths so heavy huffed out with the harsh shakes pulsing through his body. his two fingers that held the cigarette pressed harsher and the color of red whipped onto his skin.
"no. no. no. no. no. no. no..."
—it's all you hear and continue to hear as the cigarette makes his way onto his lips again. his attempts are poor and urgent, yet they're successful as the chemicals are held into his lungs and flowed out by a wavering sigh. the sound of his foot tapping the floor repeats by his trembling leg springing up and down. the water in his eyes shimmered in dim light, quietly on the edge of dripping down to coat his heating face.
"it's me. i'm here, 'kay? call me when you need me. i'll be right outside of the room, min."
"i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry..."
his harsh gasp caught air in his throat, choking him before a small whimper escaped. your irises strayed away, staring away from horror; "look, you're my best friend hun. even when you feel the whole world's against you, i'm here. even when you think i'm lyin'. because i... care for you," your light voice is taken in by him, and even if his comprehension is cracking down by the creeping dread choking him, he appreciated the words told in gentle tones.
and now, it was your time to leave his presence. even if it hurt; in the end you trusted him to beg, call, yell, out your name when he needed comfort.
the dried marks on your cheeks were felt, and the bump in your throat became smaller. you sniffled against your knees; arms continued to cuddle your legs, bringing security from the warmth your skin basked in. with your tears dried, your full focus was fully on the possible noise behind the wall your back touched.
your gasp lingered out, fading away in the process of hearing the door squeaking besides you.
after your head tilted towards the dragged noise, a choked breath was forced out of your chest once a body crashed onto yours. vibrations were present when a cold shiver breached through, giving tension that strained the muscles. yet an overwhelming sense of warmth cuddled you into ease when the realization struck you.
his arms, tightly embraced you, and his movement buried his head against your neck for the tears to press your lucid skin.
his weak, muddled mumbles resulted in your lips transitioning into a small smile. a hand reached for his back, rubbing it in a slow pace despite your low hums vocalizing unfamiliarity with this touch.
"i-i cried at school," he struggled out with a rasp, embarrassment completely forgotten whilst his gentle tone revealed the comfort given from your presence, "and i don't know why," armin halted, tilting his head for his lips to brush against your neck.
"but now you're here, and i'm going to help—"
"i love you."
your eyes widened, your swallow shoved through your throat; your body was tensing yet again, and the heavy pounds in your chest didn't help. your relaxed hand on his back paused; and within the quick silence, clashing emotions were felt.
the hands on your back pushed your body closer into his. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry— i want... to help you. it's not fair. not fair for you. i'll do better. i need to be better. i'm a shitty friend, honestly. ha."
oh, phew. just friends! your thought appeared, light ease from a single word giving relaxation. but the thought didn't give a great distraction to the sadness that resulted in your smile radiating sadness by becoming weaker.
"i know you care for me a lot. don't push yourself 'min."
a small snort shot out of him, and a chuckle follow it before he guided his lips to your cheek. he continued to feel the warmth once a peck was given to your jawline as he enjoyed your trembles against his figure along with the giggles escaping from your smile. the droplets rushing onto your shoulder came to an end and a light grin on his expression was the beginning of something bittersweet.
"you push yourself when i tell you not to, so why shouldn't i push myself?"
your smile broke down, yet not low enough for a frown to be present. your answer to a statement framed as a question was silence. even without eyes staring into each other, the both of you felt the energy become sweeter and calmer.
"come on," after he started, you heard your name fall out from his voice, "i wanna watch a movie, please," he lazily added, before getting up. his arm reached out with clear intentions as he stood.
looking into his eyes, you... felt something. within the several seconds came hesitation that slowed your movements. but after the painful silence of internal doubt, your hand laid onto his, and the both of you had put an effort for you to stand up.
that's right. we're in this together.
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Domesticated | Unqiue
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After the passing of his child's mother, Kadeem Mathis better known in the streets as 'Unique or Nique'; has taken on the role of being a full-time parent. Which causes more difficulties rather than smooth sailing, A full time caregiver for his son and new home in Astoria, Queens is needed. What starts off as simply business quickly turns personal when the tender love & care of a woman warms his once hollow heart.]
RATING: 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀
DEATH had become a normal reoccurrence in Kadeem's day to day life. Oftentimes it was business more than personal. But on December 30th,1992 Kadeem's babymama, Tori was murdered. Their son Jerome was found on the snowy cold floor beside her carved up body. She'd been stabbed over twenty times and left behind the Carvel ice cream store she had previously been in. Kadeem remembered when Tori's mother called him from the hospital. Getting that type of need caused him to abruptly leave his meeting with Raquel and show up with a rapidly beating heart. His henchmen followed behind him with ansty hands that were trigger-finger ready.
Despite not being in love with Tori, he still had a great amount of love and respect for her purely for gifting him Jerome. No child deserved to be motherless and Jerome wasn't even a year old. He never got to properly meet her, know her. He was freshly four months old. Four months old and in the hospital fighting an Pneumonia. Tears glazed his eyes as he watched his son from the incubator. As soon as his mother,Sheronda, arrived at the hospital, he felt secure enough to leave and handle Tori's murderers. And nothing surprised him more than to find out she'd been killed because of her own actions and not because of him. Kadeem learned that Tori had punched out a pregnant woman. A woman whose man she was messing with. Unfortunately for Tori, that girl had a sister from Brooklyn who ran her own gang. Nothing major, just ten girls. But those bitches were ruthless. Stone cold and colder than some men from what Worrell found out. The sadness Kadeem felt for Tori was replaced with anger.
Her hoe-antics got her killed, got her taken away from their innocent child and nearly got him killed in the process of it. Despite his anger, he still avenged her. For Jerome. It had taken less than an hour to locate them. And it took nearly two to off each and every one of them. Each woman and their innocent bystanders had gotten a face full of bullets. It was Christmas and Kadeem was feeling generous. So the man that Tori was fooling with had gotten gunned down too. He thought of taking the man's wife's life but didn't. He left her alone. She'd been in her daughter's room, hugging her child close and he just passed her by. Her child looked a few months older than Jerome. The child shared his same complexion and despite showing no expression on his face, he felt heartbroken. After that, Kareem disassociates from his emotions and thoughts as he leaves the home. All of the events that transpired, all the lives that were lost…felt unnecessary. Unnecessary tragedies.
It'd been a month since then and being thrown into the world of being a single father to a newborn had turned Kareem's life upside down. He could manage the streets of Jamaica, Queens no problem. He was a natural born leader who had an immense amount of respect in the streets. But little Jerome had him feeling like a puppy with its tail tucked between his legs. He needed around the clock care, comfort, and affection. All that Kareem provided without fuss. It was the anxiety that kept him up at night. Anxious at the mere thought of Jerome being in harm's way. Anxious that he could kiss his son good morning and the next he could be kissing his cold dead body before a funeral. Dark thoughts plagued Kareem's mind and all he kept repeating to himself was ‘’tighten up”.
When he left Jerome with his granny, Kareem went nose deep into reconstructing his life. More private, less reckless. He sold his apartment and replaced it with a two story single-family in a nicer part of Queens, Astoria.
He made sure to collect his neighbors personal information from a tech-geek at NYU. Nothing but elderly Indians, Koreans, and a few Africans lived within his block. Mainly all retired or doctors, and some even bodega owners. He had their ss information, background checks, and even family lists with photos attached. Just in case. This was a green zone, a safer spot for Jerome. And he needed to know who moved in or out of it. Make sure nobody like him or who he dealt with had any type of reason for being in this area. On this block. He had his mother decorate the whole place and she approved of the home. She even stayed in it to care for Jerome for a few weeks.
“Kadeem, you gonna need to get a housekeeper and a babysitter, boy. I ain't sign up to be either. I'm cool with watching my baby on the weekends but I ain't raising him Hell, maybe get a in house bitch, a homebody who's eager to play step-mama. I don't know but do something.” Sheronda, his mother announced over Sunday dinner.
Kadeem stopped chewing on his Mac and cheese noodles as he proceeded what she said,” Ma, you don't think it's a lil' too early for this?” His velvety voice silked through the warm dining room. “Jerome don't need no step-mama or no strangers. He got you and he got me, that's all he needs right now. His peoples.”
His mother shook her head in disapproval, “Better sooner rather than later. All that love and affection from use comes second. That baby needs around the clock care and so does this home you bought. Just how you know love don't pay the bills, it don't keep things in line either.” She rebuttals. And her words stuck with him for the next few days despite him not giving her an answer.
His days blended together over the course of the following weeks. And he was thankful that his mother continued to care for Jerome. He had sent a list of cleaning agencies and child caregiver agencies the week before he and Raq had their meeting with Sal Boseill & his gang. Sheronda had gotten started on skimming through agencies. The sixty-five year old was tired and irritated from talking to various managers and coordinators. A lot of them had nasty attitudes and Sheronda damn sure wasn't going to have some lazy, slick-mouth maid up in her son's and grandson's home.
She soon came across the thirty-ninth agency's pamphlet, Lá Casá De La Paz (The house of peace) and what sparked her interest was the dual-care services. They had full time aides who did house sitting and personal care elderly and disabled children. They also had home cleaning services solely. Sheronda hoped that she could finesse the personal care service provider into finding some to care for a newborn who wasn't disabled. Finding a nanny on top of a house cleaned just felt like so much work. And Sheronda's patience was wearing thin.
“Hola, Bienvenida a la casa de la paz, habla María, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?” The woman on the other side of the phone line greeted Sheronda with a heavy spanish-accent.
“Um, I'm sorry I don't speak Spanish. Do you have anyone that speaks English, Maria?” Sheronda replied.
“Yes, Un minuto por favor.” The woman said before a beeping sound was heard and another voice answered, “Hello, this is Jasmine speaking, how may I help you.”
“Hey Jasmine, my name is Sheronda and I am interested in your dual-care services. I need both personal care and house cleaning services. But, not for me. For my son and grandson…” She then went on to explain her family's situation. And by the end of their two-hour long phone call, a payment plan and a list of caregivers for interviews were listed and scheduled to meet with Kareem. Things were more costly for the family than the average client due to their unique situation. No one needed to get approved by insurance. It was all independent contracting which meant cold cash and a notary contract had been set in place.
Michel'le sat in the bedroom-sized break room of Lá Casá De La Paz eating her lunch after coming to base after a long shift. She ate her plantains, rice and beans quietly in a corner seat, facing the wall. She drowned out the chair-chatter of the middle-aged caregivers who gossiped amongst themselves in Spanish with her headphones. Her cd sat in her waist belt around her waist as Brenda Lee's passion-filled song Emotions played. Her short-chubby legs spun back and forth underneath the chair as she quietly hummed along. A hand roughly rubbing against her shoulder caused her wide-eyed daydreaming gaze to break and her head to snap back. Galinda, one of her coworker’s lips moved and her head nodded to the door. Michel'le could feel the dampness of Gaildna's sweaty hand sink into the cotton fabric of her turtleneck. Michel'le quickly shoved the woman's hand off her and got up from her seat. The metal chair screeched loudly against the cool floor tiles as she rose and rushed out the room.
The music stopped and her earphones now sat loosely around her neck as she made her way to the coordinator's office. More work was exactly what she expected. Michel'le was the youngest in the staff so the patients that the other women refused or didn't show up for; Michel'le stepped in for. A bonus was that despite being an immigrant from Puerto Rico, she knew English fluently while the majority of the staff didn't care to learn. She was currently twenty-four years old despite looking fifteen in the face. Her body, her full figure of large teardrop-shaped breasts, chubby arms, plum oval-shaped thighs, and a large low-hung round fatty-rear that looked as if it should've belonged to a milf with some kids and more than a few sexual encounters under her belt should've had; was what made her look her age if not an age range close to it.
She strolled into Jasmine's office to see the umber-brown Dominican coordinator seated behind her chalky-white desk as usual, dressed in gray and black scrubs.
“Michel'le, Hey, have a seat.” Jasmine greeted as her dark brown eyes settled on the timid-standing young woman at the door.
Michel'le did quietly as told and folded her hands tightly together in her lap as she awaited to hear what she was here for.
“I've got a better position for you. Something long term. Uh-how do you say…longer contract. Off the books for the most part.” Jasmine started off before further explaining,”There's a family located in Queens, The Astoria area so it's a pretty good spot. The pay is very good, a thousand for you a week plus room & board. They want someone to be an in house nanny. Take care of an infant who's around five or six months old, clean the house, make three meals a day. I suggested you for the job along with Sonya, Eva, and Carmella. They have another agency with four other women coming.” Jasmine read over the details before looking directly at Michel'le and sighed.
“Honestly? Nena I want better for you. You're like a daughter to me and cleaning up shit, blood, and whatever else isn't what your life should be. You're a quiet girl, Un Nena Muy Buena (a very good girl) and esoy brujas (old hags) take advantage of that. This could be a start to better employment. Change isn't always bad.” Jasmine was the only one Michel'le shared more than two words with and held eye contact with. Jasmine knew the girl was very timid and a bit of a scardy cat, easily shaken up. And she wanted better for her.
Michel'le dug her tooth into the side of the gums of her lower lip as her nails dug into her palm. Small beads of sweat began to pebble underneath her arms and underneath her breasts. Change? She avoided that like the plague. But, this didn't sound bad. And it appeared that she'd be alone most of the time or in the company of the infant. ‘An infant. A small human.’ she thought to herself mentally. She'd never been around children before, let alone a baby. She didn't have much knowledge about them outside of a few antonym and childcare books she'd read at one of her client's homes.
“I don't know how to care for a child, Jasmine.” She finally spoke up. Spoken an octave above a whisper. Her voice sounded similar to her namesake, the r&b singer Michel'le. Not exactly but similar with its child-like quality, only Michel'le Ramirez was more airy. Her words left her mouth sounding like harmonious ad-libs.She spoke as though she never raised her voice in her life. And she hadn't. Ever.
“You’vee taken care of bed-ridden 80 and 90 year olds. Babies are much easier than that and they don't have slick mouths.” Jasmine dismissed, “You've got this.” She reassured her with a smile.
Saturday, January 28th came quicker than Michel'le expected. Jasmine has given her an address and interview time weeks prior. Morty's Dinner, located in the Hillside area of Jamaica, Queens was where the interviews were being conducted and 10 a.m. was her specific interview time. Michel’le arrived an hour earlier to the area due to wanting to avoid the unpredictable timing of the city's trains. Michel'le lingered around the park nearby for a bit. She was familiar with the area. She'd been to every borough because of her job. The weather was cold. A dry cold that would sting one's bones and redden their noses. She wore a white thermal turtleneck with an ankle-length indigo-blue denim dress, with her thermal long-sleeved long johns underneath. Wool socks covered her feet with four-trimmed rubber black anti-slip boots on her feet. An ankle-length Heather gray wool-trench coat covered her short frame like a blanket along with a crochet beanie that covered her head.
Her wide-eyed gaze swept across the cooped up street corners that were filled with various dope dealers and their clientele. She walked quickly to not bring an ounce of attention to herself. It was a five minute walk to the mom&pop diner she was sent to. Arriving inside the warm, breakfast food scented restaurant at exactly 9:58. She looked around for a man who fit the description of her portfolio. Mr.Mavis was described as a twenty-eight year old dark-skinned black male who would be seated at the last table on the third row. She didn't get a chance to get a full look around because she was harshly bumped into by none other than one of her co-workers, Sonya.
“Cabrón” (bastard) Sonya cussed under her breath as she bypassed Michel'le.
Michel'le squeezed at the leather strap of her purse and glared in Sonya's direction before shifting her eyes to the direction that the co-worker had come from. There he sat. And he wasn't anything that she expected. He was far more. The man across the way had the most vibrant shade of rich-sienna brown skin that looked like fine bourbon-colored mulberry silk. His luxurious attire of a gray colored animal-fur coat and black turtleneck hugged his neck perfectly made him look-like royalty. Sure, his clothes screamed money. But he sat in them with a certain type of class that made him look effortless. He wore the clothes, they didn't wear him. Even the gaunty large gold chain around his neck didn't appear tacky.
Kadeem felt someone staring at him. He felt the gaze from across the room and his eyes settled on, what to him looked like a little girl. She was very short. No more than than five feet tall and that long ass coat she had on was swallowing her up. She made her way towards his direction as his henchmen sat at the booth in front of him. Kadeem and Michel'le stared directly into each other's eyes. But both of them had different gazes. She looked startled and memeriezed while he looked curious.
“Oh hell naw, these niggas runnin' sweat shops too? Send'n youngin's n shit?” One of his men commented a little too loudly as Michel'le approached Kadeem.
She was confident he was the leader, the employer. His presence gave off this type ’je ne sais quoi’ that demanded respect and reciprocated it. His head was held high. Up close his chiseled, almost-angelic Nubian features made the back of neck grow sweaty and her palms grow clammy. His beauty was merely intimidating. “Excuse me, are you Mr Marvis?” Her squeaky tone convinced Kadeem that she indeed was a kid.
Kadeem looked her over before slowly nodding his head, “Sup, babygirl. What can I do for you?” Geez, His voice was as smooth as melted butter glazing toast. It had a subtle rasp to it but held a deep octave that sang off his lips like a Barry white song, “Call me Nique by the way,” he corrected.
“Mr.Nique…” his name sounded sweet like honey coming from her lips, “I'm Michel'le Ramirez, The agency; Lá Casá De La Paz sent me. 10:00 a.m. sharp.” Her words started off shaky but grew more firm towards the end of her informal sentence. Her accent was thicker with some words rather than others.
“Right…right. Have a seat, let Worrell get your coat,” Kadeem nudged his chin up and as if on cue, a light-skinned male in an oversized brown bomber with a low Afro had stood up and extended his arms out to take her coat.
“Oh…um…thank you.” She muttered out quickly as she briefly made eye-contact with the man as she removed her coat.
A dog was a dog and a man was a man. Nique's men and himself included had drank in her body with their eyes. Lustful looks passed across their eyes unt she sat down. Kadeem had taken notice of how Michel'le dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand. So tight that her knuckles turned white. He then sent a sharp look forward that caused his four henchmen to turn around in their seats and face forward, “Why don't y'all niggas go take a walk or sum; go get air sum air.” It didn't sound like a suggestion to Michel'le. And given the fact that they all got up and began making their way outside let her know that it wasn't.
Michel'le proceeded to remove her crochet beanie hat. Her naturally curly hair was wavy today, her short choppy bangs sat a few inches above her eyebrows. Her hair fell to the top of her shoulders Now. It was Kadeem's turn to view her through the lense she viewed him in. Kadeem was met with raw beauty. Now that he could fully see her without the coat and hat covering her up, he got a chance to see the full picture. She clearly was no kid. Maybe seventeen if he was guessing her being younger than what the profilio he has yet to read would say. And if she was that young, well he had no reason to employ her. He admired her heart-shaped outward pouty lips, taking notice of how much fuller her bottom lip was versus her top lip. He also likes her flawless ochre-brown skin, the center of the cheeks of her babyish face were a shade of coral that reminded of peaches. Most of all, he loved her big, brown eyes. He had watched Bambi a few times with Jerome and oddly enough, Michel'le reminded him of faline. Her eye shape and her gaze. She was beautiful besides her janky ass bangs and denim dress that was too long in his opinion.
“Would you like some breakfast? Get whateva you want, on me.” He offered with a heavy NYC accent and reassurance that didn't have to worry about the bill.
“Oh…um sure, thanks.” The coral tint on her cheeks deepened as she pushed her hair behind her ears, “Are you gonna get anything? It…um…might be awkward for me to just sit and eat in your face.”
She made him crack a chuckle. A chuckle that sounded like the melodical roar of the engine of a mustang. Deep and smooth. The vibrations of his chuckle bounced off her skin and left goosebumps behind, “I can eat.” He agreed.
Michel'le’s shoulders dropped in relief and she nodded her head, “Cool, thank you.” She then proceeded to open the plastic menu book and skim through it. Kadeem found her awkwardness cute. Different from the woman he dealt with daily or came across.
The waitress had come over to their table and both ordered the breakfast special which included, scrambled eggs, two sausage links, hash browns,a coffee and a slice of apple pie or a stack of pancakes. Kadeem chose pancakes while Michel'le chose apple pie.
“So, why you want the job?” Kadeem asked as soon as the waitress was out of ear shot.
“Well um-”
“Yo, excuse me but you mind looking me in my eyes when you speak to me, baby girl,” Kadeem cut in.
Her blush spread up to the corners of her ears now. Her face grew hot as she moved her gaze from the menu to his eyes. Her mouth suddenly started to feel dry, “I'm sorry, it's a force of habit.” Michel'le quickly apologized with a slight stutter.
“It's all good.” He assured her with a nod, folding his gold-ring covered fingers together as he leaned forward, Kadeem smiled at her with a smile that made her feel at ease. He had a smile that could open the gates of heaven, “So, tell me why you want the job.”
The softness within his eyes made her feel relaxed and more comfortable to open up, “Well, it sounds nice.” She started off with a smile slowly creasing the corners of her lips, “I mean it sounds like light work compared to what I'm used to. I'm good at tranquility, and I want the job because I like spaces that are peaceful and you want a peaceful home. I can provide that.“
The pair shared a lingering look and for Michel'le this was rare. She couldn't bring herself to look elsewhere. The subtle smile on his lips that was slowly turning to a smirk,
“You real sweet Michel'le.” he said casually just as the waitress brought over their food. His type of casualness made her speechless. Unable to respond because she hadn't come across someone like him before. His cool, calm, and calculated demeanor made her feel so frantic and feral on the inside.
The pair mutually and inaudibly graced each other with the respect of silence to enjoy their food while it was hot. The chimed medley of forks clicking against porcelain plates was what could be heard for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Every so often their eyes would meet and Michel'le would be the first to look elsewhere in a bashful manner. Tapping her mouth to clean off any crumbles of food, she proceeded to ask about his son, “What's your baby's name? The profilio didn't give his name, sorry. Just that he's an infant boy.” she nibbled at the side of her lip as asked further, “what's he like?”
The authentic smile of happiness that formed across Kadeem's face at the mention of his son, “My boy's name is Jerome.” The smile on Kadeem's face brightened up the whole room in Michel'le’’s eyes. It was sweet to see.”He's beautiful, real beautiful. The moment we met, I looked into his eyes and just saw an angel. My biggest blessing fo’real.” He could really rant about how great his baby boy was all day, but instead he took out his leather wallet and pulled out a credit card sized photo of the boy. Michel'le moved her plate aside and leaned over the table to get a closer look, Kadeem caught a whiff of her perfume. She smelt like peppermint and vanilla buttercream frosting. An unexpected mixture but he was digging it.
“He looks just like you,” she smiled as she further looked at the photo, “You're right. He's beautiful. I like his eyes, they're pretty.”
“Preciate’ that babygirl, he's my mini me fo'real.” Kadeem replied before he pushed his plate aside and opened the portfolio given to him by her agency. A few things on it made one of his eyebrows raise, “You twenty-four? I woulda guessed seventeen.” He commented aloud as he read, “From Culbra, Puerto Rico, hm? It says you only been in the states eight months, ya English is real crystal clear tho…” he nodded in approval before flipping to client forms.
“Thanks, uh I spoke English back home. It was taught in grade school as a secondary language. Tourism jobs helped me be more fluent too, I guess.” Michel'le shared quietly as she slid over her plate of apple pie. Kadeem nodded his head but didn't utter a word due to focusing on reading over her patient performance biweekly reports.
*You ever taken care of a child before? Cause all I'm seeing here is a whole lotta old niggas here on they last days.” Kadeem began to wonder why his mother went to an agency who specialized in the elderly and not children. His son nor him needed AARP or a bedpan. “No disrespect, sweetheart. I mean I'm sure that them niggas is more of a handful than Jerome.” He quickly added on.
He looked her directly in her eyes as he awaited an answer and despite Michel’le wanting the job, she wasn't going to lie. “No I haven't. Ever.” She admitted with a firm tone. The first one that bothered to appear in the midst of their conversation. She managed to push past her stutter and nervousness to give a solid answer without feeling defeated.
Kadeem sent a head nod her way as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “Ain't much of a problem.” His attention shifted behind her as his henchmen decided to make their way back inside the diner and walk past his & michel'le's table just as he asked, “You know how to cook? Not no hospital patient food, I mean do you know to rock them pots, babygirl.”
“She sholl ain't get that muthfuckin' thick eatin' no
rabbit food.” One of his henchmen muttered underneath his breath as he passed Kadeem. None other than Tez-G. Kadeem shot him a look that could only be read as ‘If I wasn't busy I'd punch you in the fucking mouth’
Luckily, He said it closer to Kadeem than Michel'le because by the looks of it, she didn't appear to hear. The girl was with her head down, silently eating her pie as she contemplated her answer.
“Well, that's uh…a matter of opinion… isn't it?” She replied awkwardly as she fiddled with her fork, “ I think I cook fairly well. I cook for myself only what I've been taught by my mother and her mother. But um, it's not about me. It's about you, serving you what you like.” She clarified before placing a forkful of apple pie in her mouth.
'Serve you' Kadeem liked the sound of that. It fed his king mentality and ego.
“Word.” He smirked.
The remainder of their time lasted ten minutes, when their breakfast desserts were finished, Kadeem stuck his hand out, “Preciate’ you choppin it up wit me, Michel'le.”
As she reached her hand out to shake his,the way he said her name made her feel scatterbrained. Sure, she thought she had a decent name. Michel'le didn't have a problem with it but the way kadeem said it made it sound pretty, Or maybe if only sounded pretty coming from his mouth. Michel'le wasn't able to get in a second thought because he had kissed her knuckles instead of shaking her hand and she wasn't expecting that at all.
“I'll be in touch.” The words that spilled from his heart-shaped lips went in one ear and out the other because she still was hung up on the fact that he kissed her hand. The softness of his lips reminded her of the softness of marshmallows.
“O-okay.” The care attendant managed to squeak out. A wobbly, goofball smile sat heavy on her pouty lips, “Thanks for breakfast.” She rushed out the words with a mousy tone as her anxiety flared up when she stood up. She needed to get up and go before embarrassing herself (further) by talking too fast or stuttering too badly. Her mind was in overstimulation mode. Which was a rare occurrence for a woman like her who walked with a high sense of numbness to any and everything around her.
She swiftly waved goodbye with her hand moving frantically. Kadeem had just sat there with a smirk of amusement laid across his lips as he sent her a head nod. He definitely has his fun subtly messing with her. Michel'le was easy to read in his opinion.Her genuineness was displayed within her eyes. He watched as she rushed out of the diner with her coat and beanie in hand.
Kadeem's attitude during the duration of her interview was the nicest he had been in the last few months. Even before his baby mother's passing, he'd been hard and cut throat. Raq was moving shady and he was smoking her out one flame at a time. Also, he cut corners in his crew, discarding rats and bringing those who showed ‘’loyalty’ at the levels of survival of the fittest. This was war and he needed the strongest soldiers lined up behind him.
“Nique what you did that got that girl running out like a church mouse?” Worrell joked as he slid into the seat that Michel'le once sat in.
“Just being friendly.” Kadeem chastised with a smirk.
“Yeah, be a lil mo friendly and she might go into cardiac arrest or some shit. She got a real bugged out look.” Worrell attempted to widen his eyes enough to get them to be as big as hers.
“You look stupid as fuck, yo. Matter fact, stop looking at me nigga, it's offensive.” Kareem mugged him with a look of annoyance. He let out a chuckle when Worrell huffed. “Come on man, back to work.” Kareem dropped a crisp hundred dollar bill on the table before he rose up from his seat.
Kareem's day blended into the night and that spilled into the early morning hour of six a.m. He'd taken the long way home to his new residence and ended up walking through his front door at 7 a.m. The aroma of Fodgers coffee beans brewing let him know his mother had gotten up and was occupying the kitchen. And after he left his shoes by the door and made his way into the kitchen, he was met with exactly what he expected. There in the center of the kitchen Sheronda was seated at the kitchen table. Her usual silk bluebonnet laid on her head, a mug of coffee in her left hand with a Newport cigarette between her fingers.
“Hey Mama.” Kadeem greeted warmly as he took a seat across from her.
A look of relief flashed across her eyes as her shoulders visibly settled down. With the life he lived, it was a blessing every time he came back in one piece, “Hey suga.” She greeted tiredly with a soft welcoming smile.
“I got some good news, well more for you than for me but still good.” Kareem grinned. And when she raised her brow and awaited his response, he continued “I may have found
a caregiver for the crib and Jerome.”
“How old is she?” Was his mother's first question. She hoped the woman in question was someone seasoned when it came to the task and at least in her late fifties. Her age range request for the agencies was fifty to sixty-five.
“Dang ma, you ain't gonna ask about her credentials first?” He teased with a chuckle.
All jokes aside, Michel'le had sixteen pages worth of up to date credentials that sparked his interest. She knew how to administer a series of medications, change wounds, use stitching to properly cover wounds, hell she cleaned immobile people from top to bottom and the patient's families said she made them feel safe and comfortable. Grown adults who were being cared for like infants,
“If she's something nice to look at I doubt you give a damn about her credentials.” his mother replied while giving him a side-eye.
Kadeem only laughed his mother off, “Man ma it ain't even like that. Plus, I think she's a nun or some shit like that. I mean…she showed up covered up from top to bottom.” Even with the information he had told her, his mother looked at him as if she didn't believe one bit of what he was saying. Kareem only chuckled as he stood up, “Look, do you wanna do the job? Because we can cancel all this.”
Sheronda kept quiet before shaking her head and taking a sip of her coffee.
“Aight then, I'm gonna go check on little man then shower.” He placed a kiss on his mother's cheek before heading upstairs.
All jokes aside, Kadeem had no interest in pursuing Michel'le in any aspect. Romantically, Sexually, etc. His main focus was getting Jerome comfortable so that he could get the kingdom he built in order and be better than ever. Outside her beauty, Michel’le wasn't his type. She was too green and damsels in distress wasn't his thing. But then again, Kadeem couldn't overlook that his taste in women was merely a product of his environment. They were predictable. He knew what they liked and how they moved. They all turned on him at some point. All snakes in the grass looking for the next with more street credibility, money, power, and anything else that was superficial. Like him.
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