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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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attention all blk writers ‼️
please start writing about him i need him so bad 🧎🏽♀️
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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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Attachments | E. Williams
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: you and Ellie have been talking to each other, but lately she's been distancing herself from you and has been acting colder than usual. That was until Maria paired you two on patrol and she got injured.
Warnings: blood mentioning, slight cussing
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“Ow,” Ellie hisses. Her jaw is clenched tight, trying to ignore the burning pain in her leg. You’re tending to her wound, like you always have. It almost makes her think the two of you were involved with each other. “How bad is it?”
She had been the one to push you away. She’d “broken” up with you, but here you are, fretting over her. She doesn’t deserve you.
The bullet had ripped straight through her thigh, and not even a moment after she’d fallen, you were there. You’re always there for her.
“Want me to lie or tell you the truth?” Y/n said and wiped up some of the blood on Ellie’s wound, she then grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around Ellie’s leg
“Just wrap it up and shut the hell up,” Ellie groans. It doesn’t feel great, but it doesn’t hurt as much as she anticipated either. “We need to get moving.” She glances up at her surroundings. They’re in the ruins of an old building, the ceiling has all collapsed, and there are piles of rubble scattered all around. Ellie’s eyes land on a door on the far wall. Maybe it leads into another room? Or maybe it’s a way out? Only one way to find out.
“there..I don’t think we can patrol for longer though. we gotta go back to Jackson” y/n said and she grabbed Ellie’s hand
“We do,” Ellie nods. “But just hold on for a second because…” Ellie gestures to the door. “We should check that room out. There could be a way out or we might find supplies—” Ellie pauses suddenly. It’s silent and still, far too quiet for comfort. She glances at y/n and nods for her to listen… And just as she feared, there are Clickers in the room beside them. They must have heard the gunshots and were drawn here. Ellie curses under her breath.
“fuck..” Ellie said under her breath and she clutched her pistol in her hand, y/n looked at her with a worried expression on her face
“Ellie what the hell are you doing still sitting?! Let’s go before we get ambushed by them..” y/n said and she grabbed Ellie’s arm and slung it around her neck
Ellie flinches as y/n drags her to her feet. She glances back at the room, still weighing her options, still trying to figure out if they have time to search it. The Clickers haven’t noticed her and y/n yet, they’re still focused on where the gunfire came from before. There’s time to run—but then there’s a chance to get something useful. “Just hang on…” she whispers to y/n. “I just need a second—”
“Ellie.” Y/n said cutting her off “I don’t want you to be mangled up by clickers over some damn supplies, you are injured. Let’s go.” Y/n added and pulled Ellie to the horses that they brought
Y/n heard Ellie let out a sigh and she spoke up
“Yeah, good idea.” Ellie mutters sarcastically as she follows y/n towards the horses, her head still turned in the direction of the clicker-filled room. “Fine, let’s go.” She sighs, giving up on her idea. Besides, the chances of actually finding something useful are slim, and at the moment, they’re both too low on supplies to be taking risks like that just to get a few extra bullets.
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The horses trot slowly into the main entrance of Jackson, the gates having been opened to let them in. For once, Ellie is grateful for the strict rules of the community—it’s the only reason they were even allowed in. They dismount as a few people pass by, all shooting them brief looks. Ellie keeps her gaze forward as if she doesn’t notice them. Her mind is a little distracted right now.
Y/n gets off her horse and goes to the stables to drop it off she sighs before glancing at Ellie as she follows in behind her
Ellie follows y/n toward the stables, limping slightly on her injured leg. The bullet had gone straight through, missing her arteries, but it still needed to be bandaged up properly. She glances at y/n expectantly as she nears the girl, wondering what she has to say.
“Go to the infirmary..you need to get patched up since I couldn't do it properly,” y/n says softly
“I’ll be fine,” Ellie snaps. She knows that she needs to get the leg properly taken care of, but she just wants to be alone to process everything that’s happened today. “I’m fine,” she repeats, her voice slightly softer this time. “It’s just a scratch.” Despite her words, Ellie takes a few unsteady steps and ends up leaning against the stable door for support.
“Ellie it's-” Y/n cut herself off and ran her hand through her tangled dreadlocks. She then looked up at Ellie and sighed softly “how about this, I'll patch you up…properly this time just let me get the things from the infirmary..” y/n said calmly
“I’m fine.” Ellie insists, once again stubborn as usual. She tries to push herself up off the door but her leg buckles and she crashes back down on the ground, wincing as it slams into the wood. She glares up at Jay, not willing to give up just yet. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
Y/n rushed over to Ellie and helped her up. “Enough talking I'm going to take care of you whether you like it or not,” y/n said and led Ellie to her room
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Ellie winces as y/n finishes wrapping up her leg, the bandage tight and squeezing her wound. “Thanks,” Ellie grumbles softly. “Can you just… give me a few minutes?” She asks, glancing away from y/n. Even after all this time together, Ellie has trouble talking to her sometimes. Or anyone, for that matter. She’s not really sure why. Some days she’s more social than others but after the incident this morning, she just wants to be alone with her thoughts for now.
Y/n nods grabs the bloodied bandages walks out of Ellie's room and throws away the bandages before making her way to the bathroom to wash her hands
Ellie sighs, sitting back against the headboard of her bed. Her thoughts swirl around her mind in a sort of jumbled mess. She doesn’t really have words for them, but she can still feel them lingering in the back of her mind. Her eyes flick toward a small notebook sitting on her bedside table. Ellie doesn’t exactly feel like writing now, but she figures that writing down her thoughts might help her sort them out a little. She reaches for the notebook and slowly starts to write.
Y/n walks back into the room and glances at Ellie, she leans on the doorframe and stares at her before clearing her throat
“Im…’m gonna go... Let me know if you need anything okay?” y/n says in a soft tone and she nods her head a bit before walking away
“Right,” Ellie mutters with a sigh. Not wanting to talk to y/n, Ellie turns her attention back to the notebook. Her thoughts slowly start to make a bit more sense as she writes. The more she writes, the more she realizes what she’s been feeling—not just today, but for a while now. She closes her eyes, her heart heavy in her chest, before placing the pen down gently on the notebook.
Ellie lays in bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She feels restless, despite how long she had been writing for. The more she wrote, the more she realized what she was feeling—not just today, but for a while now.
She’s not sure when her eyes finally flicker close, but when she wakes up again, a few rays of sunlight are shining through the curtains. Ellie sits up slowly, letting out a soft sigh as she pushes herself out of bed. She’s not sure what to do now. How do you find the words to talk to someone who means everything to you?
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Ellie sits down at her desk, a notebook in front of her again. Her eyes flick toward the half-finished page of notes from before, and then to an empty page. Ellie sighs silently and grabs a pen, ready to finish what she started. However, she’s completely at a loss for what to write next.
Her thoughts go deeper than what she initially written down. She’s been running away from them ever since she first met y/n, but now she’s starting to realize there’s no point in hiding them anymore. She needs to address them in order to move forward.
Ellie starts writing again. Her pen skips over the paper, scribbling out her thoughts and feelings. Words flow from her brain to the page without pause. Her emotions are raw and unfiltered, and once they’ve been written down, Ellie suddenly feels a sense of peace. It almost feels like her heart is lighter having finally given weight to all the feelings she’d been struggling to define for so long.
She sits back and stares at her notebook, taking a moment to process all that she’s written down. It might just be the beginning of something new.
As dawn breaks outside, Ellie stares at her notebook, her eyes drifting across the words in front of her. She’s not sure if she should feel relieved or terrified at her own writings. The notebook lays open on the desk, pages filled with her thoughts and feelings spilled out in a chaotic mess. Her eyes dart back and forth across the page as she stares at the words, taking in everything that she wrote on the paper. It’s like she can see herself from an outside perspective. It almost feels liberating.
Ellie glances down at the page one last time, still unsure if she should feel happy or scared. Her heart pounds in her chest and her stomach twists in knots as she thinks about what to do next. She lets out a deep breath and sits back, slowly shutting the notebook shut. She wants to go see y/n now, but a part of her is scared she’s going to get shot down if she tries. She needs to give herself a few minutes to compose her thoughts first.
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hi hi it’s been a while …like three months :/ but I am back…and more delusional than ever <3! I will try to..be more consistent…because I really do enjoy writing it’s just I get stuck so quickly..but I hope you are all well I love you all :3! -v
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As a POC writer I do not write enough POC or BLK reader😭 how are we feeling if I do a few BLK fems for yall (regardless of the answer I already have the idea In my mind and yall can’t stop me so I’m gonna ask which man instead of should I 🤫)
I’ll probably spin a wheel for angst, fluff or smut unless someone has a specific request.
If this isn’t your cup of tea I have a lot of GN Reader that is racially ambiguous, I really don’t mention readers skin or hair at all in most of my writing.
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I could fall in love with you | IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER
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summary: put your worries in my hands.
a/n: I'm super sorry that I'm just now getting to this. I hope you still like it. 🥲
Sorry for any mistakes.
I recommend listening to this song for this fic :)
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There is a light sprinkling of rain as you scurry across the parking lot to Eunseok's car. You're grateful he can pick you up from work, since he has practiced in a few hours.
The warm air of the car hits your skin. It felt nice being out of the icy rain. Eunseok takes a towel from his Nike duffle back in the backseat and hands it to you. He realizes how you look at it and then laughs, telling you: “Don't worry, it's clean.”
You wipe the rainwater from your arms and face. In the few seconds of being in the car, you couldn't help but feel this heavy energy coming from Eunseok. You've been around him long to know that something is off.
The touch of your cool hand on the back of his neck makes him crumble a little. You play with some of his hair. The rain gets heavier and it's the only sound between the two of you.
“Something is the matter.” You softly whispered. Your thumb strokes the side of his neck.
Eunseok crumbles a little more at your words.
“It's work.”
“I'm listening.”
He lets out a broken laugh while staring straight ahead out the windshield as the rain hits it. Eunseok wants to pour all his worries into you.
How his body aches from all the dance practices. How he's afraid he wouldn't do as well for RIIZE's upcoming performance.
And when Eunseok doesn't say anything for a while, you speak again. “Hey, whatever is bothering you, just place it in my hands.” You smiled a little with your hands held out.
This makes Eunseok smile. So he places his worries into your hands. You rolled down the window and chunked his worries out and quickly let the window up so you wouldn't get wet by the rain.
“How do you feel?”
“Lighter.”
You pinch his cheek making him laugh. “Like I told you a thousand times, Eunseok, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here any time of day. No matter how late always come to me with your worries.”
You were never selfish with yourself. Always giving others tiny pieces of you. And Eunseok sometimes wishes you were a little selfish with yourself. He has more of you than anybody else would ever have. Then again, maybe he is a little selfish himself — always accepting the pieces of you and never refusing.
Eunseok gets you home safely, but before you even get out of the car, he reaches over the console and grabs your wrist, stopping you from fully getting out of his car.
“More worries?” you asked.
“I... I was wondering if I could come over after pract–”
“The door will be unlocked. I'll have your favorite food and drink ready when you get here.”
And damn Eunseok doesn't know what he did in his past life to deserve a friend like you.
Everyone has things that bring them some kind of comfort. And you were Eunseok's comfort person. To him, you are like a tiny, cozy, warm home in the winter that smells of sugar cookies and pumpkin spice.
He gives your wrist a little squeeze before letting go. He doesn't drive away yet until you're inside your place and you flip the lights on.
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Eunseok is sitting on the sofa with you. You and he are binge-watching a show on Netflix. It felt nice to not to do anything after practice, but just to sit with you felt even nicer.
“Can I cry with you?” Eunseok asks, his voice is so low you almost didn't hear him over the TV.
You grab the remote from the arm of the sofa and paused the TV.
“Yeah, of course, if that's what you need, sweetie.” You scoot closer to him on the sofa.
Eunseok lays his head on your shoulder. He then takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. His eyes sting a little and his nose starts to run.
“More worries?”
Eunseok nods. You placed your free hand out. “Let's get rid of them, okay?”
“Okay.”
And with each worry, Eunseok tells you what's on his mind as he places his worries into your hand. Once your hand is full, you blow all his worries away like a dandelion.
He cries into your shoulder. It's a gut-wrenching cry, but a much-needed one. You stroke the top of his head. You knew being an Idol was a heavy load, but you didn't think of the overwhelming amount of stress it came with.
Eunseok couldn't live his life without people online criticizing him over the smallest of things. He either wasn't doing something right or said something that got taken out of context.
People are cruel.
But at least you made Eunseok feel a lot safer.
When Eunseok is all cried out. You wipe his tears away and clean up his face. Then it's the warmest hug from you that he's engulfed in that he could finally breathe easily.
You gently sway him in your arms and kiss his forehead. “How do you feel now?”
“I feel empty now. But in a good way tho. Like after letting everything out, there is nothing else left there that makes me feel like I'm drowning under the weight of my worries with my lungs burning for air.” he said. “And I want to thank you in so many ways, Y/n.”
“Oh, Eunseok, you don't have to thank me–”
Your eyes widen when he suddenly captures your lips in a tender kiss. Closing your eyes you melt into your sofa. Your body is lightly buzzing all over. You feel Eunseok smile against your lips.
“One thank you down. A million more to go.”
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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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demon slayers x shy blk girlfriend
includes;tanjirou,zenitsu,inosuke & genya
warnings; modern au, fluff, not proofread
a/n; this is my 1st time writing something in forever so forgive me for any mistakes.
tanjiro
would ask before touching your hair.
when you guys got together he’d memorize the scent of the hair products you used.
whenever you asked him to go n fetch your hair supplies he’d always know which one to get.
super respectful.
would be your personal hype man.
your own photographer when it’s golden hour.
goes the extra mile while on dates so you know he cares.
you and nezuko def team up against him to pull a prank on him.
would be so hyped on wash day.
would honestly do your wash day for you.
would spend more time playing with your coils tho.
you gotta yell at him a lil to stay forcused.
you guys met during a class.
you had just transferred and were lost trying to get to your next class.
as you were standing in the hall frantically looking for the room he’d be a angel and ask you what’s wrong.
you show him your schedule and he walks you to your class.
while you guys were walking you had agreed to share numbers incase you got lost again.
as you guys became more comfortable with each other you would study at the library.
would definitely confess during a library or coffee hangout with you.
since he know you don’t like attention he’d do it after the session as he walked you back to your dorm.
everything has been history since.
zenitsu
you caught his attention a little slower then the others.
since you were super shy and reserved you never had any interactions.
you had happened to be paired with him for a project.
ofc he was hyped since he got to be with a hottie like you.
you were going through internal turmoil.
happy that you were partnered with your crush.
but also unsure of what to do and you didn’t wanna make it obvious since you had a huge fear of rejection.
he would def stutter a lot out of pure nervousness
yk the interview with jhene aiko adn the dude was messig up his words yea he'd be the same way.
would spend more time staring at you then getting any work done.
since he has great hearing he’d be able to pick up on any signs of you being nervous and would definitely tease you.
ex: getting close to you to hear ur breath hitch in ur throat.
would definitely realize his crush towards you once the project is nearing.
would ask tanjirou how he should confess.
would confess in the worst way possible.
like even batman couldn’t get this info outta him type beat.
he’d confess in his sleep.
like he straight knocked out one day and sleep talk his confession.
AND b4 y’all are like.
“beni you can’t confess in your sleep.”
people have literally driven around places sleep walking, anything is possible.
i definitely see you have having a first day more romantically though.
would be somewhere isolated since you don’t really like attention.
like a picnic date or at a fancy restaurant.
either way you told him he didn’t have to and you would accept anything he gave you.
would probably make him cry how sweet you are.
you guys would be a great pair.
inosuke
homeboy isn’t stupid
he’s gonna know but definitely tease and get you to confess first.
tanjirou says it’s cruel since ur so shy.
but let’s be real
he don’t gaf😭
he wants to hear you say it.
“someone really likes another person if their willing to get closer to them even if it’s makes them uncomfortable”
would be his reasoning.
i def see him tho as like
the type to think you were dumb for liking him and simply ignore it.
then would progressively start crushing on you more and more as time passed.
would get really jealous when people would flirt with you and pretend to be ur bf.
let’s say uzui was complimenting you a lot.
and in his head he’s like “i should be th done complimenting you rn.”
would walk up to you, put an arm around your shoulder and be like
isn’t my y/n so beautiful.
would enjoy every minute of you getting shy.
uzui: ohhh are you abd y/n dating?
inosuke: are we y/n?
y/n: *dies internally* i don’t know are we?
inosuke: yes we are.
i feel like that how you guys would start dating.
would definitely be a great match since he’s somewhat reserved, and your polar opposite personalities fit well.
genya
would have a crush first.
trying to subtly make it obvious but didn’t wanna scare you away.
was much more gentle with you compared to anyone else.
would go out of his way to get you things you liked.
no matter what anyone said he couldn’t they the balls to confess.
i see him as the type to get extremely angry whenever someone mentions something bad about your race and culture.
thinks your culture is the coolest thing along with the foods and clothing.
definitely helps with wash day.
he reminds you all the time on wash day.
comes over to “help out”.
he practically does everything
surprisingly good at doing cornrows and twists.
he confessed through a note telling you to meet up with him.
and it feels like he confessed everything in like one breath.
“heyynireallylikeyouandwantedtoknowifyouwereintrestedindatingmebutthatsokayifyoudontimmorethenhspoystayingfriends.”
would ask him to repeat himself just to see him blush.
you guys make a great pair and overall cutest couple💕
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Rookie Hour
Chapter Six - Mixed Emotions.
A/N: Eat this up, y'all because this is great and I love every part of this. Let me know if you guys would want me to switch between Leon and Kyaire's POV's every chapter.
Word Count: 2k
To my loves who've been supporting me from the beginning, this is for y'all...
@mrmidnight6 @neteyamsmunch
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I stared at the body of…what was his name again? Right, Ben…God, poor guy he didn’t deserve to die. I shuddered, my mind raced with thoughts. What was that thing that killed him? Is it gonna be after us next? How’re me and Leon gonna survive against that thing? Jesus fuck, Leon called out for my name.
“Kyaire?” He asked, grabbing my shoulder gently, I snapped back to reality and looked at him. His face was concerned and soft whenever he looked at me, he was so caring, constantly looking for the best in people when I saw and knew the worst. We were complete opposites but we fit together so well. I stared into his eyes for a long time feeling myself getting lost in them, they were such a soft blue but full of life and hope. I wanted to protect him despite him being two years my senior, I felt the need to protect him. God what the fuck? Why is my heart racing? Whatever I need to answer him.
“Yeah, Leon?” I answered trying to give him a small smile despite our circumstances and well trying not to glance at the obvious dead body on the floor. He knew everything wasn’t fine or that I wasn’t based on the way he frowned slightly. “I’m here if you need me, okay?” He offered giving my shoulder a light squeeze, and if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing red as fuck, but luckily I’m black so thank God. I could just feel my face heat up, I must be sick or something I dunno. I nod at his offer before looking down the hall.
“We gotta keep going,” I mutter and notice a red handle bar to the side on a table going over to it then grabbing it. This’ll be useful later, I put it into my pouch which somehow holds so much shit. I glanced at Leon and he looked deep in thought, I figured he’d tell me later and I saw a printed out memo talking about the power panel. I glance over at it near the jail cell putting two and two together, realizing we need custom power panels to power it and get that parking pass. Which are in the generator room, which is…fuck. Where the fuck are they? I groan internally shifting my feet, “We need to find the generator room.” I say outloud to Leon and hear his boots come over gently, taking the memo out of my hands. I watch as he reads over it as well, after a few silent beats and me paranoidly listening out for zombies or whatever the hell killed Ben from earlier.
“There’s one in the generator room and one in the clock tower, you think we should split up and go get them?” He speaks up, giving me a small smile, I shake my head. “Leon, this is not a horror movie we’re sticking together.” I stated giving him an eye roll, he gave me a small laugh and nodded. “You have a fair point, we’re better together.” He says, and for some reason my stomach does a somersault and my heart flutters. I shook my head giving him a small smile trying to shake whatever nerves he just gave me, “Lead the way then, rookie.” I teased and he nudged me with his shoulder gently before walking ahead of me.
We walked down the corridor and out of the jail area, back to the parking garage. Heading over to the next door with the green light figuring that since it wasn’t red it was unlocked, and right we were. Look at us two: a rookie cop and a civilian who hated cops, working together against the odds. Who knew? As we made our way inside Leon and I both clicked our flashlights in unison, I laughed under my breath at how in sync we were now. It was like when I moved, he moved and vice versa. We went straight down the hall to the firing range, Leon grabbed a tin storage box, opened it and took out a bent car key I snorted at the sight.
“Hey, maybe it has some use.” He replied to my snort giving me a brazen smile, I rolled my eyes in response, laughing softly. “Well, let’s hope it does.” We go further into the shooting range going past a door that requires a diamond key to open it, which we unfortunately didn’t have. Going into the part of where you shoot the target’s in the shooting range, I walk over spotting the shotgun shells near an officer's body which gets up and grabs me before I can react.
“Ky!” Leon shouted and suddenly I heard a ringing in my ears, I let out a small groan as I realized that the zombie that had grabbed me was on the floor dead and its head popped. I still heard ringing and turned to face Leon, it looked like he was talking to me when he ran over to me holding my shoulders. Holy shit, he’s pretty, his lips were just so kissable. I wanted to lean in and suddenly I was for a moment till I heard Leon’s voice again, “Kyaire? What’re you doing?” He asked softly, and I took a step back blinking fast and hard. There’s no way in hell I almost kissed him, no, no…But I had to respond to his question, but I also wished that the zombie that grabbed me had bitten me. Because I have never been so embarrassed in my fucking life! Oh my fucking God this is more embarrassing then the time I got caught sneaking out by Sherry, and she made me play teatime with her.
Suddenly hearing another zombie shift and rise, I pull myself out of his grasp taking out my multi shot handgun putting the fucker down as it’s head bursts. I turn and look at Leon, his eyes meet mine, and I’m absolutely mesmerized by him again. I need to stand up because there’s no way in hell I’m acting like this over a white man. But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph the way he makes me feel is insane. Do I like him romantically? No! No, no, no…We’re just friends not even strangers who are becoming friends from a shared trauma experience. I shake my head snapping out of it.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I suggest my heart racing and I walk past him not waiting for a response he lets out a small huff following after me.
We take a right going down the hall hearing a small howl and reaching the kennel. I grimaced wondering if there were more zombie dogs in there. I handed him the box of shotguns I picked up earlier silently, he whispered a small ‘Thank you’ and I nodded in acknowledgement. We went into the kennel, dogs immediately attacking us and we shot them quickly as they came. The silence between us was strong and so was the tension, plus me avoiding what happened didn’t help or add on to the stress from the apocalypse. We, I mean me, didn’t need adding probable feelings or emotions into this already shit show of a situation.
As we got through the kennel going to the back hallway my urge to speak grew so much more, but I still had that fucking embarrassment from earlier. What if he finds me I dunno like a sister to him? That’s not possible. I turn twenty in three weeks and a day, God I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird or grotesque to him. I groan internally and bang my head against my hand silently, God I’m so fucking stupid why, why, why God! Any other time! It’s fine, it’s cool I don’t like him romantically. We go into the morgue and open the dead body rollers until we find the diamond key, I let out a small breath and see the zombie lunge at me luckily I was able to dodge out of the way and shoot the zombie in its head. I pocket the diamond key and sigh, Leon clears his throat and I manage to pull my eyes to his. The silence between us is deafening.
I lean against the wall and look at him, I prop myself up with my foot. He stares back at me, trying to give me a small smile, Leon opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak and then closes it.
“What is it, Leon?” I ask in a harsh tone which is never what I never meant it to sound like and he flinches slightly, “Sorry,” I mutter and look down at the floor. I honestly feel like shit, I feel like I’m losing a piece of me which is so unnerving. I only met him a couple of hours ago but the attachment I have to him is startling. This isn’t normal. I take a deep breath and my eyes meet his blue ones again. His eyes are swimming with so many emotions and I honestly don’t know what to say or do.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry I just…I hate this silence between us, is there something wrong?” He asked his voice soft and low, but his eyes glanced at the door into the morgue every so often. I feel like my chest is tightening and I can’t breathe, I let out a small breath. I lick my lips, why do I feel like this? This isn’t fair. I hate it here. I hate how I feel. I hate everything right now. I close my eyes and sigh before thinking things through.
“I’m just overthinking things, which is something I unfortunately do…” I mutter and run my hands over my face, I realize I can’t just say that and leave it at that. “I’m just tired of this situation and the constant fucking puzzles.” I sigh and look at Leon, his eyes are so understanding and suddenly I feel guilty for lying but it was technically the truth. He held his arms out for me to hug him and I took two long strides over to him, letting him hug me and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when he put his head on top of mine. Leon rubbed my back gently and held me as long as I needed him to, the feeling of his warmth when his arms wrapped around me is parallel to the feeling of taking that first warm sip of hot cocoa. Weird comparison but he was just that warm, I nuzzled my face into his shoulder taking a deep breath. His musk was nice but the cologne he was wearing was nice. It was a refreshing smell better than rotting flesh, I slowly pulled out of the hug and he held my face in his hands.
God I want him to kiss me. Shit, do I have feelings for him? Nah, I don’t…I’m just tripping.
Right?
Right.
As he held my face in his hands, he gave me the sweetest smile ever and I felt myself melting, this is not how I should feel and I wanna run away but I’m staying because we need each other but I’m not gonna say that. “Are we okay…?” He asked softly, and I wished and prayed to God none of these zombie fuckers existed because this would be so romantic. But it’s not! Cause I’m not into him, ok guys? I’m really truly not. Everything is fine and great.
“We’re okay,” I whispered and he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I smiled back at him. Leon takes his hands off my cheeks and we leave out of the morgue heading down the hall till we reach a closed shutter and I take out the handlebar from earlier, putting it into the hole that perfectly fits it, turning it till it opens. Leon lets out a low whistle, “Well, aren’t you strong?” He teased with a smile, I rolled my eyes in response.
“Well, you’re the one with all the muscles.” I state with a laugh and we go up the stairs to the right finding the generator room. I grab the orange box sitting on top of a stool prying it open and finding one of the electrical parts we needed. “Well, one out of two…That’s fantastic.” I laugh softly, my eyes meeting Leon’s happily. God, I hate how good he makes me feel.
I don’t like him…Right?
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Y’all not all black girls wear wigs and long eyelashes not all of us have pink pussies and not all of us are thick or light skin ☠️
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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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really sad to see the black girlies putting down each other in a place where we’re barely welcome as it is.
#tbd but i’m so tired of seeing black people be our worst enemy#sum ppl need to stop speaking like ur word is prime authority n just !!! enjoy urself#write what u want !!!!#these characters r not real ppl n u should not be hating on real ppl over them#we’re supposed to be having fun#blk writers get a crazy amount of hate as it is
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"Monster"
CW: virgin reader, nicknames (dear, sweetcheeks, sunshine, mamas & baby, ma) foreplay, gojo is biter lol, unprotected sex.
PAIRING: Wolf!Gojo x Blk!Fem Reader
WC: 3.3k
🫧🗯️: Now this has PLOT omgg there is alot of dialouge and story build up in the begining but dw there is alot of smut to make up for it as well. This being one of my longest fics ive written is crazy, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. This is like a Halloween treat for you guys :PP
MINORS DNI
“Don't forget !”
Your mom's voice rings through your head., You mustn't forget about your granny and her medicine. You loved your dear grandma and she loved you just as much. When you heard she was sick you wanted to do everything in your power to help her feel better as quickly as possible, she was a fragile being and her health was poor. But even then she still has the heart to visit both you and your mother every week. Now it was your turn to return her kindness and care for her just as much as she cared for you. You wear your cute white dress, and over it place a red hood matching it with your black mary janes.
There was just one problem, a huge problem. You had no clue where you were going! Your mom had just told you to go through the forest and there wouldn't be a problem. But you were awful with directions, you couldn't tell your left from right even if it cost your life. Nonetheless you had to give this to your granny. It was a basket full of fruits, blueberry muffins (her favorites) and of course medication. She would be more than delighted to see you, it's been a while since you've last contacted her and you wanted to make sure she was okay. Walking out with a new found determination you walk over to the forest at the back of your house.
Strolling along the path you admire the scenery that splays out in front of you. Ginormous trees, luscious green grass, and the soothing sounds of a lake. You don't understand why you haven't been to your grandmother's house often. The route itself is gorgeous.
Time goes by quickly when you realize how cold it's gotten. The trees were so tall you couldn't see the sun, so you weren't aware of how much time it had been.
“I guess I forgot how long it took to get there.” You pout at yourself while taking a turn
“Oh my gosh, I have to get there quickly omg..” you cry out. You were so tired of walking endlessly, having no idea where you were going. Quietly you sit down by a tree, remove your Mary Janes and sob to yourself. You wonder how your grandmother was doing. You were so tired and she must be so worried. She knew you were coming and was probably fearing you.
It was rumored that there had been wolves roaming the forest. That was years ago, but she couldn't help but overthink and every time she came over she would always tell you to beware. You hear some noise from the bushes you jolt in fear. “Hello! Anyone out there?" You shout. A small fox jumps up and props itself onto your lap.
“Awe how cute” you say petting it lightly. You feel relaxed whilst petting it all your doubts go away. “You don't suppose you know how to go to my Granny’s house do you?” You ask half-jokingly. “Of course you don't..” You sigh and laugh at yourself for expecting an answer. You give the little fox a nudge, “Well I have to be there for her, she needs me!” You stand up, thinking about your grandmother's kindness lights up the motivation within and gives you the confidence to go and continue. Your foot aches, fatigues and worries all go away as you march on. The fox leaps into the bushes
Miraculously you find yourself in front of the small little cottage where your grandma lives. Shivering you ring the doorbell impatiently desperate to get inside. No response. You rang it again thinking maybe she didn't hear. No response again. Maybe she's asleep, you think to yourself. You reach for the doorknob expecting the door to be locked, just to fall through! Quickly you walk in, closing the door behind you.
“Well that's odd she would always have her door locked…” you mutter as you walk into the kitchen. “Grandma!” you shout out, searching the abandoned house.
The kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. You've searched all those places and still no sight of her! You head upstairs still shouting out her name, receiving no response. ‘Of course she’d be in her bedroom resting if she was sick stupid!’ you think to yourself. You make your way into the hallway with nothing but the clicks and clacks of your Mary Janes filling up the empty noise. Slightly, you knock on her door
“Grandma?” you ask quietly. No response. “Granny, I'm here” you say slightly louder. 'Hmm, she wouldn't be mad if I went in, right?” You open up the door.
You found her lying comfortably in bed, wide awake. "Grandma...why didn't you answer me?” You ask.
“Sorry dear, I couldn't hear you well. Why don't you come closer so I can hear you better?" you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from her.
“Wow grandma, your cold must be awful. Your voice sounds so different.” You walk closer, finally getting a good look at her condition. “My, what big eyes you have, grandma.” You say observing her.
“All the better to see you with my dear.” Responded the ‘grandma’
“What big ears you have, Grandma? You touch the ears gently in awe
“All the better to hear from you sweetie”
“Oh and what big teeth you have…” You say getting closer to your ‘grandma’ now you were on the edge of the bed
A smirk displays on the face of the mysterious figure in place of your grandmother.
“W-what d-did you do t-to her?” You screamed out in fear. What is this thing? And where was your grandma?!?
“I don't think you'd be that dumb, how come you've just now realized?” The voice spits out. You couldn't even move. You were paralyzed with fear. Frozen in shock. What is a wolf doing here instead of you grandma?!? “Oh relax sunshine” He says caressing your face gently, you slap his long wolf fingernails away.
“Oh right…give me a minute okay?” He gets up and all within a minute he transforms into this tall pale man. White hair replaces the brown fur, the nails shrink, and the yellow eyes turn into a blue sharp gaze. He turns around, and you see his beautiful crisp abs gleaming in the moonlight. You were absolutely mesmerized by the way his chest was carved so perfectly. You keep staring going further and further down until you see his dick?!?! Does this man not have any decency?!!
“My eyes are up here sweet cheeks” He laughed.
“W-what is h-happening??!” You cry out, shutting your eyes immediately. “Weren't you just a beast two minutes ago??”
“You have a lot to learn sweetheart” The man chuckles.
“"What happened to my grandma?” You ask, feeling a little bit more confident now.
Slowly, he points towards his belly. Your eyes grow wide at the sudden realization. “You monster, how could you eat her!?”
“Woah not eat,” He says almost as if you offended him “I'm not interested in fossils, she was in the way so I just got rid of her” he shrugs as if it's nothing.
You were gonna puke, did he just say ‘got rid of' as in she's dead?? He killed her? Tears were flowing down your face, you were shaking in fear at the thought of your poor innocent grandmother, minding her own business doing her own thing so fragile and powerless. A victim.
“Don't worry, it was no struggle at all” he says in a weird reassuring manner “It was almost like she accepted it”
You gulped, “B-but why would you do that?” You were a mess. Tears pouring down your face, snot teasing to leave your nostrils, and your head was aching.
“Because I wanted to meet you sweet cheeks” He says almost romantically. Your heart flutters a bit. But you shake it off due to the fact that he killed your granny..
“Me? Why me..?” You ask
“I had my eye on you for a while, and i've been meaning to know how you taste” He answers licking his lips at the sight of you trembling with fear. Slowly he walks towards the bed where have been still the whole time, you reel back trying to get away from him. He lunges at you and pins you down by your fists. Your heart races at inhuman speed with his face just inches away from yours. He smirks at your flustered appearance, your lips quivering, your eyes wide but shaking with disdain.
“What's wrong dear?” He whispered in your ear. Restrained underneath him you didn't move. All you could do was stare into his beautiful azure gaze.
“Are you scared?” He teases, a smile sneaking up on his face. For some reason even knowing what he's done to your grandmother and what kind of person he is you couldn't help but melt under his embrace.
Suddenly he leans in, reaching for a kiss and you reflexively open your mouth for him to enter. He swishes his tongue in your mouth diving for more. You do the same crisscrossing his tongue. He retracts back leaving a trail of saliva.
You shake your head trying to get your act together. There was no way you willingly made out with your grandmother's assailant. You couldn't believe yourself. “You're so cute,” he says, rubbing his fingertips against your bottom lip. Smoothly he injects his pointer and middle finger into your mouth gathering salvia.
“Don't worry I'm gonna take care of you” He sneers. He lifts up your dress revealing your pinky lace bra. You try to push down your dress but he still has you restrained with only one hand. You had nowhere to look but up, but you couldn't complain about the view. God he was so sexy. The way the moonlight reflected on his abs was a sight that no artist could replicate.
Hastily he tears away your bra and immediately indulges into your breasts. Your brown nipples perking up from the draft of the room. His warm tongue makes contact with your nipples and your back arches almost instantly.
“You are super sensitive,...is this your first time?” He asks, temporarily leaving your nipple. You nod your head, embarrassment flooding your body but only for a short time as he twists your nipple causing you to yelp.
‘Mmm’ you whine as he continues to suck on your nipples. It felt so good. It was like he had been doing this for centuries.
“You like it when I do that right?" He grins, trailing down your torso marking your body with soft pecks everywhere. Until he reaches your frilly underwear, and in minutes it's in shreds. He tore it up like a goddamn beast, well he is one.
“What is wrong with you?” You mutter but he doesn't answer instead he admires your pretty little cunt that was leaking down from its folds. “So wet for me already” he sneers, using his middle and pointer fingers to enter the slimy mess.
‘Hhu’ you hitch from the feeling of the cool fingers entering your cunt. It hurts but it also feels so good.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he says. He is surprisingly nice for someone who has just murdered your grandma. He picks up the pace going faster and faster. The pain and pleasure mix well within you as you feel a small pool of heat forming within your abdomen area.
‘Hah, g-go faster please’ you moan. Obeying you he picks up the pace curling his two fingers into your cervix. Your legs jitter outward, opening wide just in time for you to come all over his fingers. Your legs give out dropping down, you're out breath sweating. You couldn't believe you just came on the fingers of your grandmother's murderer. You were such a bad granddaughter but you really couldn't blame yourself. It felt incredible. You have never felt that great after fingering yourself no matter how many fingers you'd use. Now he comes in and makes you come instantly
He slowly retracts his fingers, and sucks them. “You taste even better than I had imagined” he remarks. Swiftly he picks you up and adjusts himself so now that both you guys are on the bed. His dick wags around while doing so. “Okay baby I’m gonna put it in, are you okay with that?” You nod in response, still very much tired from your last orgasm. Gently he lifts up your legs, sensually he bites your thighs leaving marks all over them. The sight you were witnessing was incredible, his gorgeous platinum hair all messy and his pale face caressing your legs oh so softly.
‘Ah’ you squeal at the sudden contact with his throbbing cock wiping your cunt.
“It's s-so large” You mutter in awe, this was probably your first time seeing a dick in person but you do know that the size of his was not normal. You wince at him grazing his tip along your puss folds.
“You like that baby?” He grins at your reaction
“M-mhh, b-but its n-not gonna fit” you whimper out
“Don't worry mama it'll fit, I'll be gentle.” He reassures you by wiping away the tears drifting off your cheeks. Gently he angles his cock to align perfectly with your sopping wet hole.
‘Ah’ you moan, it was so painful and you felt like he was gonna stretch out your poor pussy just by entering the tip. Your legs latch onto his back begging for support and you felt like you were gonna get split in half as he kept on inching closer and closer. Then you feel something tear and you can hear the man laughing above.
“"I'm gonna go deeper okay?” He tells you, inching forward into your warm tight pussy. Wrapping him up like a present, he feels your walls enclosing him making his dick twitch inside. Your back cranks up. The way his dick slides in and out perfectly and him thrusting vigorously was enough to send you over the edge. He kept going and going as he drove into you with such force that you were sure that your grandmother's bed was going to collapse. Softly, he resumes back on your breast licking and twisting your nipples sending you overboard.
“"Hah you're so sexy” he said with drool spilling out his mouth from slathering your poor nipples. He was mesmerized by the way your boobs were moving along with each thrust. And your gorgeous face, even with pools of tears, mascara bleeding down you still looked Amazing. “I'm gonna make you all mine” He grins in a senile manner just before bending down biting everywhere on your body. Making patterns with teeth marks all over your torso.
“D-don't do that '' You barely were able to mutter out, your brain went straight to mush. You couldn't even process a single thought let alone speak. But it felt so good. You were wondering why you hadn't done it sooner. He was so fine with the sweat trickling down each path of his abs, his hair all messy, and him biting his lips you couldn't even describe the scene before you. Well not anymore, because you felt a flood gushing down your cunt flooding his dick. ‘Mmph’ you cry out. It was like all your senses went down with your orgasm, you used your legs to bring him in closer to you, you wanted to feel all full. Full of his dick and full of his cum.
You rest your head back, breathing heavily and your stomach rises up and down. Out of nowhere he grabs you, placing him on top of his dick. So now you are on his lap facing him, chest to chest. “You don't get to finish until I cum, sweet cheeks.” He laughed. Holding you up by your waist, he slams you up and down on his cock.
‘Hahha’ your poor self couldn't even form thoughts from the sudden movement. He had you bouncing up and down with no means to stop. He had suffocated himself with your tiddies. You can feel his tongue gliding across them.
“Gojo” he whispers out
“W-what” you were a stuttering mess
“My name. Say it .”
You had no clue why he was so adamant about you addressing him by his name. But you were in no room to disobey. ‘Mmph, g-gojo it feels too good hah’ You whined out not even realizing the state Gojo was in. You felt his dick go crazy against your walls, and his pattern started to go a little off rhythm. “Im gonna cum in you, make you all mine” he whispers against your chest. You didn't have a chance to register what he had said before he shoots his load deep into you. You couldn't help but cry out.
“I need you so bad” he breathes out, biting onto your shoulder. His warm load still lodged in your pussy threatening to leak out but plugged by Gojo's cock. It felt so good to be filled up. The feeling of being full makes you drool even more.
Surprisingly he still had the energy to keep on going. Switching positions, you guys were now lying down side by side with Gojo still balls deep inside of you. He adjusted your head so you were now looking at him. Your mouths making contact as Gojo’s cool finger tips fondled your breasts. (Gojo is a titty person) You gasp into his mouth leading him to inject his tongue in between your lips. Your body was contorted in such a weird manner, but it didn't matter. All your pain had disappeared as soon as Gojo proceeded with pushing himself into it.
He couldn't get enough. You felt so good around him. It was like your cunt was carved for his dick and his dick only. Slowly he rocks into you with his cum still in you. You whimper, your pussy was still super sensitive from the last time but still you folded immediately. Gojo gradually picks up speed, while you can hear his balls smacking your ass continuously in a pattern. You were overloaded from every side. You didn't know how he could multitask so well and make you feel complete in every aspect but you couldn't help but moan out screaming. You can feel him smiling from your shoulder. He takes a large bite from it causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure
That same familiar feeling arises again within your tummy. Gojo drags your hand and places it on your abdomen. “You feel that" he whispers, “That's me inside of you baby” he licks your ear, and bites it.
You couldn't hold it anymore “I'm c-cummin’ you manage out.
“Cum on me baby” Gojo says seductively. And with that like it was on command you creamed out all over him causing a gooey mess all over the sheets.
Air was all that was filling up the room, the sounds of you guys both panting in sync. You were exhausted. You had lost all the feeling in your legs, you couldn't process anything, and you were so tired that you couldn't even move any of your limbs.
“I'm gonna take care of everything else alright, so just relax” He mutters, crawling down from his position just to re-enter his previous one. Inserting his dick right back into you grunting and rutting against your cunt. He thrusts at a much more irregular pace eager to eject.
“Shit ma, you're so tight, relax." He growls, stretching out your legs and biting them all over. His pace grows more and more jagged. He finally releases out into you causing you to jolt from the sensation.
Both of you guys were depleted of all energy. Gojo, exhausted, lands himself upon you.
You wake up just to find yourself spooned within Gojo's chest, the man is knocked out. You laughed at the sheer insanity of the situation. You couldn't believe you lost your virginity to the same being that killed your Grandma…
You graze your fingers along his smooth jawline thinking to yourself that it wasn't as bad as you thought. And with that you went back to sleep.
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the people trying to gatekeep kpop from black people really don't know where kpop even comes from and it shows
#ceci speaks#text#nonsims#negative#delete later#i swear theres some surface level thinkers on this site fr#yall asses ever heard of a little thing called motown or nah#the musical influence and the trainee system all comes from the work of black ppl#not to mention all the black writers and producers that make kpop songs#kpop is multicultural at its core ok#and yall saying only Koreans can enjoy it is just ur own racism coming to light#just say you dont want black ppl in your spaces and go#also you can just dislike ppl without making up arbitrary reasons why its 'okay' to#everyone you disagree with doesnt have to be problematic in some manner for you to justify it#so stop making up shit and demonizing ppls interests and idk touch grass#ya freaks#sorry im used to it with me but seeing it happen to other blk ppl burns me up#leave them alone u corny unwashed basement dwelling weirdos
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hi hi can u make a valentine’s day themed thing for whatever u want for sohee from riize please 🫶🏾
The first time, Sohee tells you he loves you on Valentine's Day. (sorry if it's a bit angst and double sorry that it was rushed since it is Valentine's Day I wanted to have it done before it ended :) ) Thank you for requesting! Sorry for any mistakes.
💘 “It was easy falling in love with her.” Sohee thought. “She made falling easy.”
💘 Sohee could never verbally tell you that he loves you, but he did it in little gestures that said “I love you.” Sohee wanted to say it out loud, yet he's cautious though. Scared he might get hurt again if he fully gave that part of himself away too soon.
💘 And you knew this. You knew how badly Sohee had been hurt in the past by people he gave his love away to. From September to February, you showed him it was okay to love again. To trust that love wasn't this awful thing that could hurt you. Your love for him was pure, kind, sweet, and forever lasting.
💘 Sohee loved the way you made love feel. “Oh, your love is like spring, when everything starts to bloom.” He tells you one day.
💘 Sohee practiced saying I love you a million times, cringing a little when he got overly excited when he said it. Since today was Valentine's Day, he wanted to tell you on the most romantic day.
💘 You both were at a Valentine's Day party at a friend's condo. You were eating a heart-shaped cookie when Sohee pulled you out of the party.
He puts his jacket around you when you both make it to the roof. The night was clear, and the air was crisp.
“Everything okay, Sohee?” You asked.
He gave a nervous smile. “Uh, Yeah. I just–I just want to tell you something. I should have made this moment more romantic or something, but I've been wanting to say this for a very long time.” Tears gathered in his eyes.
You dabbed at his eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. “What is it?”
“... I love you.”
“What?”
“I love you!” His voice shakes, and then his lips pull into a big smile. “I love you, y/n.”
“Awe, Sohee,” you said.
“I'm sorry, I never said it sooner.”
“Honey, it's okay. I knew that you loved me by the little things you did for me. But hearing you say those words to me makes my heart so full.”
“I love you!” Sohee laughed. “I love you. I love. You. I love you.” he gently grabs your face and kisses your lips. You both melt into the kiss.
He didn't know how good it could feel to actually say those words to you and he planned on saying I Love You every single day until you were sick of hearing it. But you could never get sick of him saying I Love You.
“You made my Valentine's Day even more special, Sohee.”
#riize x black reader#kpop fanfic#kpop x black reader#kpop x ambw#kpop x reader#fanfic#riize sohee x blk fem reader#riize x fanfic#riize reactions#riize x woc#riize x y/n#riize x you#black kpop fanfic writer
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