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hauntedfawnn · 3 months ago

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۶♡ৎ White Rabbit ۶♡ৎ (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

✰ Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pogue problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin. He can’t stay away from you, despite Barry’s protests, especially when you’re just as unhinged as he is. ✰ (This is a revamped repost from my old blog of my first ever Rafe fic)

♱ Gun violence (Reader shoots a guy), cocaine use(Reader & Rafe), unprotected sex, face fucking, choking, hair pulling, instant infatuation, spit kink, unhinged!reader, alt!reader, daddy kink, spanking, biting 18+MDNI ♱

Rafe slams his truck door shut as he walks up to Barry’s porch, scoffing when he sees him sitting there with his feet propped up while he reads a book.

“Hey, you got my shit?”

“Shit, you’re early.” Barry closes his book and sets it down on the table in front of him, a condescending smirk spreading across his lips.

“Do you have my shit or not, man?” Rafe groans as he plops his large body down onto the rundown cushion of one of the porch chairs.

“Yeah, I got yo shit.” Barry chuckles, pulling the baggy from his pocket and tossing it on the table. “You got my money?”

“Yeah.” Rafe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into his hand before grabbing the baggy so he can make himself line. He snorts it, letting out a deep breath after. “I need a piece too.”

“Hooohoooo!! You need a piece? Country Club Killer now, huh?” Barry laughs, his hand coming down to slap his knee.

“Don’t!!” Rafe slams his hand on the table. “Mess with me right now.”

“Aight, what the hell you need a piece for?”

“John B is fucking back.”

“John B is fucking dead bruh.” Barry chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Nah man, I saw him for myself in the Bahamas, and just now Top saw him in town with my sister scoring beer.”

“FUCK!!!!” Barry kicks the table, sending it flying a few feet away. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin me? I’m done playing with these kids bruh.”

Barry kicks himself up from his seat, walking over to a locker on the side of the porch. He enters the combination before he pulls out a gun and starts to load it.

“You wanna be done with those little shits once and for all? You’re gonna need a lot more than just a piece. You gotta start going at this shit like a soldier.” He spins the barrel, clicking it into place before handing the gun to Rafe.

“You do this, you know I’ll take care of you, alright? You won’t be doing this shit for nothing man I’ll -“

“YOU THINK I’M SCARED OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?” A male voice came booming from behind the house.

“IF YOU AREN’T NOW, YOU FUCKING WILL BE!” Another voice followed, but this one was unmistakably female.

“Dude, what the fuck was that? Is that chick okay? Should you like - I don’t know - deal with that or some shit?” Rafe’s blue eyes scan the other man’s face for signs of distress but it was almost like if he hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Nah bro, that’s my cousin. She’s got it, stop trippin. We doin’ this or not?”

There’s a loud crash and then he hears the girl's voice again.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!”

“Dude I’m gonna go check it out, that doesn’t sound good.” Rafe isn’t sure why he really gives a shit if this random chick who he hasn’t even seen is alright or not, maybe he’s just high and paranoid. Either way his curiosity gets the best of him and he starts walking towards the back of Barry’s place.

“She doesn’t need your help pretty boy, trust me.” Barry snorts and shakes his head as he begrudgingly follows him.

When Rafe rounds the corner the sight he sees is far from what he was expecting. The man who he heard yelling was shorter than him but more built, probably middle aged, he wore a white tank top and black board shorts and the look in his eyes told him that he was definitely one of Barry’s customers or less reliable dealers. The girl on the other hand? You were half his size, your hair in two braids with ribbons tied at the ends of them, you were wearing a tiny little black lace top and white lacy shorts that barely covered her ass. You had combat boots on your feet that had little white ruffle socks sticking out of the top of them, but what was most shocking? You were holding a Glock in one of your small hands, and the collar of the man’s tank top was gathered in the other. You were standing on your tiptoes whilst also pulling the man down so he was face level with you, the Glock held to his head.

“I said, get on your fucking knees mother fucker, you got a hearing problem or some shit?” You growl at the man and it sends shivers down Rafe’s spine. You were beautiful. He watches as you shove the Glock into the man’s temple and ram your boot clad heel into his thigh causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.

“Much better.” You smile as you tap his cheek with the gun before bringing it back to the side of his head. “Now, where the fuck is my fucking money?”

“I told you! I told you I don’t fucking have it right now I just need a little time!” The man’s voice is shaky now, his eyes traveling between you and the gun held to his head.

“Time? This isn’t a fucking loan service! Get me my money by tomorrow, or you’re fucked!” Your eyes are filled with fire and you let out a dry laugh.

“What’re you gonna do? Send Barry after me? Where is he at? He knows I always pay, just let me talk to hi-“ He’s cut off abruptly when you hit him across the cheek with the gun.

“SHUT UP!! You’re not fucking talking to Barry, you’re talking to me. If you don’t get my money you aren’t going to have to deal with him, you’re going to have to deal with me. Which I promise you don’t fucking want.” Rafe watches as you lean down into the guy's face, your eyes boring into his, a sinister smile paints your lips, and he isn’t even ashamed of the fact that he felt his cock stir in his pants at your display of dominance over this man twice your size. “Got it??”

“I don’t know how you expect me to get that amount by tomorrow I-“ The man grunts when you hit him in the face with the gun again, his face whipping to the side.

“I said, got it?” You hold the gun between his eyes, your smile never faltering.

“Yeah - yeah! I got it! I got it! Can I go now!?” The man holds his hands by his head in surrender, seemingly not wanting to argue with you further.

“I fucking mean it asshole, tomorrow, by sunset.” You glare at him momentarily before your smile returns, tapping his cheek with the gun again before turning to walk off.

“You aren’t gonna do shit bitch, you’re nothing without that little gun.”

Rafe’s blue eyes widen as he watches the man’s hand reach out and grab for your Glock. He subconsciously takes a step forward in your defense but soon realizes maybe you really don’t need help. Your body whips around, pulling the gun from the guy's reach and shooting him in the foot all in one motion. He screams out in pain, his hands grabbing onto his foot as he falls to the ground.

“Bring me my fucking money. Tomorrow. Or you’re going to be in a lot more pain than that.” You crouch down and spit in the guy's face before walking over him and into the house, letting the door slam shut behind you. Rafe stands there with his dick half hard and his jaw hanging open as he stares at the closed door you just disappeared behind.

“I told you she fuckin’ had it, and don’t even fuckin’ think about it, country club.” Barry’s voice snaps him out of his trance.

“Wha-? Think about what?”

“I see how you’re fuckin’ lookin at her dude, that’s like my sister in there. You stay your messy ass away from her, aight?”

“We should go check on her…” Rafe ignores Barry’s warning, walking towards the house despite his protests.

You let out an agitated groan as you flop down on the couch and toss your Glock on the cushion next to you. You grab a little clear baggy off the coffee table and sprinkle some of the powder onto the small mirror in front of you, using the random gift card you found in your wallet to push a portion of it into a straight line. You grab the rolled dollar bill sitting on the mirror and bring it up to your nose so fucking ready for this line after dealing with that shit head, but right when you bend over the front door slams open, causing you to jump back. Your foot hits the table and the movement makes a mess of your line. You let out a curse under your breath, your eyes rising to glare at your intruder.

You expect Barry, or maybe that fucking idiot really did want to lose a finger today. But instead of the brown eyes of your cousin, or the bloodshot hazel ones of your unreliable dealer, your eyes lock with piercing blue ones. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s tall, really tall, and built, his chest and arms perfectly filling out the blue button up shirt he wore. His chestnut hair looked silky to the touch, his jaw looked perfect for biting, and his face was just all around beautiful. Especially those eyes, the look in them stern. There was something else there you couldn’t quite decipher, it almost seemed possessive.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Uh - yeah? Aside from the fact that you just scared the shit out of me and made me knock my line all over the table, I’m just peachy.” You scoff, throwing him a playful smirk and roll of your eyes.

“Country Club here seems to think you’re some kinda damsel in distress or some shit.” Barry walks through the door behind him, smacking his bicep with the back of his hand and laughing loudly.

“Damsel in distress, huh? I don’t think I’d mind if a pretty boy like you came to my rescue.” You bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming his figure.

“Hell fuckin’ nah! Quit that shit out right now, Bunny. I mean it. I told him the same shit, I don’t want this.” He gestures between you and Rafe. “To be a thing. You two are a recipe for fuckin’ disaster. This is Rafe Cameron, the dude I was tellin’ you about.”

“What the fuck did you tell her about me man?” Rafe’s voice comes out almost panicked and you find yourself wanting to comfort him immediately. You jump up from your seat and walk around the table so you can stand in front of him. He’s even taller up close, you have to tilt your head all the way to meet his eyes and you stop yourself from clenching your thighs at the height difference.

“So this is the guy that killed the sheriff, huh? Pretty boy is a cop killer? I find that kind of sexy…” You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, your teeth subconsciously finding your bottom lip again as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Barry, what the hell man? You told her that shit?” He addresses the other man but his eyes don’t leave yours, the look in them changed from concern to defense, and maybe a little lust? He was honestly looking at you like he wanted to choke you to death and this time you really couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs where you stood.

“Hey, I’m not going to rat you out or some shit. Barry gave me the low down on everyone on the island when I moved, if I’m going to work for him I need to know the ins and outs, ya know? He trusts me, if you trust him, you can trust me. I’m cool.” You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring, you aren’t sure why but you want him to trust you.

“Alright.” His eyes search your face, almost as if he’s trying to read your thoughts, to see if you really mean it.

“Alright, we good?” You extend your hand towards him and he takes it in his much larger one, shaking it.

“We’re good.” You go to pull your hand away but he tightens his grasp, keeping it held in his. “You didn’t tell me your name though, or should I just call you, what did Barry call you? Bunny?”

“Bunny is preferred, but you can call me my real name too, if you’d like.” You let your thumb run across the back of his hand as you tell him your name, your eyes never leaving his.

“AIGHT! That’s enough of alla that.” Barry pushes past you, plopping down on the couch he grabs the bong on the coffee table and starts to load it.

“Bare, stop acting like you’re in charge of who I flirt with. I'm a grown ass woman, you're being dramatic.” You scoff, sending him a death glare.

“Seriously man, you’re acting like you’re her dad or some shit.” He chuckles when your cousin flips him off. “I’m sorry about your line by the way, I really just came to check in on you after I saw you arguing with that asshole out there. Let me make it up to you.”

Rafe brings his hand up to your shoulder, running his thumb over the blade a few times before letting it graze down your arm as he walks towards the couch. You watch as he sits down next to Barry and picks up your gift card, expertly lining the fine power back into a nice row before patting the cushion next to him. A smile breaks across your lips as you take the empty seat. He doesn’t miss the way your tits bounce when your ass hits the couch and the smell of your sweet perfume makes his cock twitch.

“For you, pretty girl.” He holds the folded dollar bill up to you with a smirk and you happily take it from him.

“Thanks, cutie.” You wink at him. When you lean down Rafe notices your hair is in your way so like it’s the most casual thing in the world he brings his large hand up to your face and sweeps the straw pieces behind your ear. He pushes the rest of it behind your shoulder and his hand stays there while you inhale through your nostril. His touch doesn’t leave you, even when you lean back against the couch, he simply adjusts it so it’s around your shoulder.

“You gonna flirt with my cousin all goddamn night or are we gonna deal with your little pogue problem?”

“Pogue problem? What’s going on?” You raise your eyebrows, your eyes traveling between Barry and Rafe.

“You remember that little fucker John B I was telling you about? His ass is alive and back on the island.” Barry shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh.

“That’s the kid the cops think killed the sheriff, right? Damn. That’s not good for you, Rafe.” You make eye contact and bite your lip nervously. “Those kids know you actually killed her, don’t they?”

“Yeah, and my fucking sister is with them. Her and John B were there, they saw the whole goddamn thing.” Rafe groans, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I can’t have them opening their fucking mouths. I just can’t.”

“Then you know what you have to do, right? Shut them the fuck up, once and for all.” Your eyes darken and it reminded him of the way they looked outside, when you were holding a gun to your dealer's head.

“Yeah, no shit dude, that’s why I said we were going to deal with it.” Barry scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I don’t know what the hell is up with you attitude Bare, but fucking ditch it.” You glare at him as you grab the couch pillow next to you and throw it at his face.

“Oh? You wanna fuckin’ go bruh?” Your cousin grins at you, gripping the pillow in his hand and swinging it over Rafe’s body, directly into your face with a cackle.

“Oh you mother fucker!” You let out a laugh, your hands go for the pillow but it’s ripped from your grasp.

“CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!” Rafe takes the pillow in his large ringed hand and throws it across the room causing you to jump, your smile falling. “Barry, are you gonna help me or not man?”

“Hey.” Your eyes are soft again, you put your hand on his chest and rub soft circles onto his skin through his shirt with the pad of your thumb. “He’s going to help you, and I will too. We were just fucking around, everything’s alright. You’re probably under a lot of stress, huh? Poor thing.”

Rafe isn’t exactly sure how to react. No one has ever taken his anger and looked at it as more than just that, anger, yet here you are knowing him for all of ten minutes and the minute he loses his temper you see it for what it is, stress. Plus you’re kind of coddling him, and he’s never had anyone coddle him before. He almost feels speechless.

“I’m not gonna suck your dick about it like she is but I’m gonna help you man, fuckin’ relax. We doin’ this shit tonight?” Barry cracks his knuckles and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, earning an immediate glare from you. He scoffs, taking his feet off the table with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why you care so much if my feet are on the table dude, it’s my fuckin’ table anyways.”

“The drugs I put inside my nose are on this table, I don’t want your dirty ass shoes on it. It's common sense really.” He rolls his eyes and you flip him off, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah man, tonight. I want to give this shit over with. I bet you anything they’re at John B’s. They’re stupid enough to go there.” Rafe’s hand is tapping on his already shaking leg and you can tell he’s anxious, you reach out and grab it, stopping his motions. He doesn’t look at you, but he intertwines your fingers, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze his back and bring your other hand to his bicep so you can rub soothing circles on it. He lets out a sigh. “Once it’s dark, then they won’t see us coming.”

“Aight, let’s do this shit. Bunny, you in?” Barry raises a brow at you, his eyes lingering on the way you’re touching Rafe. “Also, I thought I said I didn’t want this to be a thing.”

“It could be dangerous, I don’t know if you should come, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.” Rafe answers before you can, his hand squeezing yours again in what you assume is supposed to be reassurance but it actually just pisses you off.

“Okay.” Your voice is stern, your hands leave him as you stand from the couch and he immediately misses your touch. “I wanna get something straight, right fucking now. I am not some weak little girl who sits at home while all the fun shit goes down. If that’s the kinda girl you’re into, you are not going to find that with me. I’m a ride or die type of bitch. If my man is in trouble, I’m helping him. So if you want this to be a ‘thing’ as Barry is calling it, then I suggest you accept that sooner rather than later.”

“And you, have no fucking say in who I do and don’t engage with sexually or romatically. Me and Rafe clearly have chemistry and I could tell that the moment I locked eyes with him, so you’re just going to have to get the fuck over it. Are we clear? Both of you?” You look between them, your hands on your hips and that fire Rafe is already becoming addicted to in your eyes.

“Whatever, your lil ass has always been fuckin’ impossible to control. If this blows up in your face I’m gonna say I told you so, cuz.” Barry snorts.

“Yeah baby, I got it.” Rafe cuts in, sending a shockwave through your body with the pet name. “I saw you out there with that guy, you might be tougher than Barry.”

This makes you smile, your eyes turning soft as you approach him on the couch. This time you don’t take the seat next to him, you sit across his lap, facing your cousin with a triumphant smile. Rafe's arm circles around your waist and you nestle in closer to him.

“Alright then. Glad we are all on the same page now. So what’s the plan?”

“FUCK!!!!” Rafe was pissed, he threw himself into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming his hands down on the wheel. “FUCKING BULLSHIT!! THEY HAD TO OF JUST BEEN FUCKING BEEN THERE! POUGE FOR LIFE SARAH?! HUH?! I SEE HOW IT FUCKING IS!!”

“Rafe…” You approach the open driver's door, gently resting your hand on top of one of his that was white knuckling the steering wheel. Completely unafraid, despite the fact that he’s still holding the gun Barry gave him in his other hand. “Let’s just calm down for a second, okay? We’re gonna work it out, they aren’t going to fuck with you.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’M FUCKED! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FUCKING DAD! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FAMILY, IF IT COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY GODDAMN SISTER HE’S GONNA FUCKING CHOOSE HER!!!” His hands leave the wheel, weaving through his hair and tugging, the gun pressed up against the side of his face.

“Hey.” You put your hands over his, turning his face towards yours. “I might not know about all that shit, maybe not yet at least, but I know that when I say I’m going to do something I get it done. You aren’t alone in this, I’m going to help you, okay?”

Your voice is sweet, the look in your eyes is gentle and reassuring, and your hands? They’re so soft, and cool against his face, the feeling of them soothes him in a way he’s never felt before. He lets out a sigh, relaxing under your touch.

“We are going to deal with this, but for right now we need to get the fuck out of here. Those gunshots could’ve caught someone’s attention.” You run your thumbs over the top of his hands before grabbing onto the gun, pulling it from his grasp with a smile. You tuck it into your boot and lean up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, alright.” He nods, his hands smoothing through his hair.

You walk around the front of the truck so you can hop into the passenger seat, Barry already sat in the back anxiously bouncing his leg.

“Okay, let’s take Barry back to the house and then I think you and I should go somewhere together.” You buckle your seatbelt and turn to face him.

“Yeah? Where?” He shoves the keys in the ignition and puts the truck in drive, pulling away from the Châtea and into the night.

“Just trust me, I know a spot.” You kick your feet up on the dash, reaching into your purse for a cigarette and your lighter.

“Every instinct in my body is telling me to tell you to bring your ass home with me, but you’re not gonna listen to me for shit so I’m not gonna waste my breath. Gimme one of those fuckin’ cigarettes though.” Barry leans forward, snatching the entire pack and your lighter from your hands.

“Yeah, you’re better off not arguing with me Bare. Fucking give those back though, dick.” He rolls his eyes, lighting the cigarette he took from your pack before throwing it back to you.

“Yeah whatever, just fuckin’ take me home man.”

“Okay, take a left here and on your right you’re gonna see a little road that goes through these trees.” You point out the window, directing Rafe as he drives.

“Where the hell are you taking me, huh? You taking me out somewhere quiet to sacrifice me?” He chuckles, looking over at you with a smirk.

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that, huh? Preppy rich boys like you always like the fucked up alternative girls from the sticks.” You return his smirk with one of your own.

“Ha! I guess you’re right, I wouldn’t mind if you spilled a little bit of my blood, as long as I could spill yours too…” he reaches the end of the road, driving into a clearing in the trees, a patch of lone beach in front of you.

“Yeah? That’s hot. Stop here.” He obliges, putting the truck into park and taking off his seatbelt. You do the same, turning towards him with your legs tucked underneath you.

“What’re we really doing out here, vampire girl?” His eyes meet yours momentarily before the trail down your body, taking extra time to admire your tits in your top.

“Mmm, well, I know you’re really stressed and I just thought… maybe you could take some of your frustrations out on me?” You lock eyes with him, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you take it between your teeth.

“Yeah? You brought me out here so I would fuck the shit out of you?” He licks his lips, his large hand reaches out to rest on your thigh, squeezing the meat of it between his fingers.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want to take me home after that shit you said about your family and Barry would probably either kill us both or have a stroke if you fucked me how I want you to fuck me at my place.” You said it oh so matter of fact, that smirk ever present on your lips.

“And how do you want me to fuck you? Huh, bunny?” His hand runs along the length of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He grabs onto it, the tips of his thumb and his pinky just dipping under the fabric.

“I want you to fuck me like you hate me, take your frustrations out on me, Rafe. Use me.” Your voice comes out desperate and it makes him groan.

“I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already practically begging for me… you wanna be my little slut, that it?” His thumb runs down the seam of your shorts, stopping at your wet core. “You’re fucking dripping. I can feel it through your panties.”

“It’s all for you, want you, want to be your little slut so bad.”

“Fuck.” The hand not on your thigh reaches for your throat, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply in the most delicious way. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He uses his grip on your throat to pull your face to his, smashing his lips against your own in a bruising kiss. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers through his hair at the same time that his hand on your thigh pushes your shorts and panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet cunt with little resistance. He begins pumping them in and out of you while his grip on your throat never falters. He pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes almost black with lust as they bore into your own. His thumb finds your clit and your back arches, a loud moan ripping through you.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You oblige, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. He leans over you and lets a string of spit drop onto your waiting tongue. You moan as you happily swallow it. “Good girl. Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers hook just right inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit perfectly. You feel your high approaching fast, you push your tank top down, letting your braless tits fall free. You grab them in your hands, tweaking your nipples, it causes your eyes to roll back and you feel that coil in your stomach about to snap. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and grips onto your jaw in one swift motion.

“Fucking look at me when I make you cum.” He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, causing your lips to pout. “I own this pussy now, that means I own your orgasms too, look at me while I take what’s mine.”

You open your eyes, and the minute they meet his, your high crashes over you like a tidal wave. A broken moan leaves your throat and your walls clench around his large fingers as they continue to fuck you through your high. He pulls them from your pussy, holding them up to his face to examine them. They’re creamy white and glistening in the moonlight. You grab his wrist and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. He growls in response, shoving them further down your throat. You gag and he licks his lips, the sound going straight to his cock.

“Fuck, wanna feel you gagging around my dick. Get out of the truck and get on your knees, now.” He pulls his fingers from between your lips and takes them into his own mouth. The taste of your spit mixed with the remainder of your arousal sending his eyes to the back of his head. You follow his direction, hastily throwing the truck door open and getting out. You start to walk around the back and he stops you halfway, grabbing you by the hair so he can pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth while you kneel in the sand like the dirty slut you are. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

You nod as best as you can with the grip he has on your head, that sickeningly sweet smirk from when he first saw you earlier that day spread across your lips.

“Yeah, daddy, I want you to use my mouth like a fucking cock sleeve.” His eyes widen and a groan rips through him at the sound of that name leaving your lips.

“Fuck. Take this off.” He grabs the hem of your tank top and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes them, the coolness of them sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core, your nipples hardening under his touch. “Fucking perfect tits. Knees. Now.”

You drop to your knees and eagerly reach for the button on his shorts undoing it and his zipper in one swift motion. His cock is straining against his black boxers and your mouth waters at the sight. You pull his shorts and boxers down and it springs free, thick and hard and leaking just for you. You knew he would be big, but goddamn his cock is huge.

“Mmm daddy, you’re so big, fuck.” You spit on your hand and bring it to his shaft, lightly stroking him. That bead of precum on his head is practically begging you to taste it so you lean forward and lick his slit with the tip of your tongue. You circle his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock.” His hands grab onto your braids like makeshift handlebars and he uses his grip to push himself all the way down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He holds your head there for a few seconds before pulling you off with a pop. Your mouth subconsciously chases his taste. “Oh you’re such an eager little whore huh? You like that? You like gagging on my dick?”

You nod and his grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back so you’re looking up into his eyes.

“Fuckin’ answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes - yes daddy, I fucking love it.”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks down at you, shoving his cock back into your mouth and immediately thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water, your mascara already starting to run down your cheeks. “God. Fucking look at you, I can see my cock in your throat baby.”

So much drool is dripping out of the sides of your mouth that it’s started to run down your chest and onto your tits. You swipe your fingers through it, wetting them before bringing them to his balls, caressing them in your lubed up hand.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, shiiiiit, play with my fucking balls, that’s so fucking good.” You look up at him and his head is thrown back, his neck on display, you can see all the veins in his biceps and the moans leaving him are feral. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight. Your hand travels between your legs and into your little spandex shorts, expertly finding your already slick clit and rubbing quick circles over it. Your moans increase in volume and it causes him to glance down at you, taking notice of your hand in your shorts.

“Hey, what the fuck did I say huh?” He pulls you off of him, bending at the waist so his face is hovering over yours. “I said that’s my fuckin’ pussy, that means I’m the only one who gets to make you cum. Get up.”

He lets go of your hair, grabbing you underneath your arms and pulling you to your feet. He turns towards the truck and rips the bed open, grabbing onto your hips and roughly turning you. He pushes down on your back, and you take the hint, bending at the waist so your top half is against the truck bed. The plastic floor is cool and rough against your nipples and your lower half hangs off the truck, your feet not touching the ground. A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to help and jolt forward.

“You’re not so tough now, huh, vampire girl? Your pathetic dealers know you’re just a little slut who likes to get thrown around? Or is that just for me?” He grabs onto your shorts and panties, ripping them down to your ankles where they pool at the top of your boots. “Look at you, you’re so fuckin’ wet.”

He drops to his knees, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your asshole and back again. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth and his hand comes down on your ass again. You feel like you’re going to cum embarrassingly soon. His fingers run through your slick lips before they’re sliding inside you, immediately hooking into your sweet spot. You cum suddenly and hard, your whole body shaking underneath him.

“Please fuck me now daddy, please, I want your cock so bad” you voice is whiney and you shake your ass from side to side, arching your back so it’s further on display for him.

“Quit begging, I’m gonna give you what you want, don’t be a greedy brat.” He stands, two harsh smacks landing on your ass. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the head through your slit, coating it in your wetness. He pushes into you in one swift motion, and immediately starts fucking you at a brutal pace.

“Yes! Fuck! You’re so big, feels so full.” Your voice is a breathy moan, his cock feels like it’s in your lungs and the door to the truck bed is digging into your hips but god it feels so good. His hands are grabbing your hips so roughly that you think his nails might be drawing blood, and god you hope they are. You want him to mark you as his, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, gripping my cock so good. This pussy was fucking made for me. Say it.” He leans over you, practically crushing you, but his cock hits even deeper than before and his mouth latches onto your neck and it’s like he read your mind because he starts to roughly suck and bite into your skin. Definitely leaving marks behind. “Say it. Say this pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy was fucking made for you, daddy.” You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him the best you can with your limited movement, wanting to feel every ridge and vein of him as deep inside you as possible.

“Yeah it fucking was.” He leans back, his hand gripping onto your hair again so he can pull your back against his chest. The sting of the truck against your hips at an all time high. He releases your hair so he can grip onto your throat instead, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. The feelings of pain mixed with pleasure sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum already? I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl.”

“Yeah - yeah I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum for you daddy, you just feel sofuckinggood.” You’re a drooling whimpering mess and the coil is seconds away from snapping when he stops his movements and pulls out of you, taking your orgasm with him. “Hey what-“

Before you can protest he grips onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back. He grabs your throat and pulls you into a sitting position, grabbing onto your thigh with his other hand so he can pull you to the edge of the truck.

“I told you, I want you to look at me when you cum. You owe me for that last one.” He slams his cock into you, continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it. His thumb finds your clit again and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bruise in the shape of his teeth marks. You’d get it tattooed if he wanted. You already knew at that moment this man had ruined all other men for you. He had you.

“Fuck - fuck daddy, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”

“Fuckin’ cum for me, I’ll fill this little pussy up, paint your walls with my cum. Milk my cock, slut.”

His words send you over the edge, cumming harder than you have all night. Your walls convulse around him and your nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. But that’s not what does him in, it’s the fact that you never break eye contact with him for a second. Obeying him like the good girl you are.

“Fuck! Good fuckin’ girl, best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Never gonna leave you alone now. Never quitting this pussy.” He cums with a growl, shoving his cock deep inside you. He fucks you through his high, his thrusts never letting up, his face shoved into your neck. When he finally starts to come down he lets his softening cock slip out of you, his lips finding yours and kissing you with fever.

“Never quitting this pussy, huh, pretty boy? That’s a bold statement to make about a girl you just met.” You smirk at him, taking his face in his hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I don’t fuckin’ give a shit, I meant every word. You’re fuckin’ mine now.” He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“Does that mean you’re mine too? I don’t do one sided bullshit.”

“Yeah baby, that means I’m yours too. Come on, get your clothes on, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, grabbing your clothes off the sandy ground and shaking them out before handing them to you.

“You gonna take me home now? Barry is just gonna love all the hickies I know you left on my neck.” You smirk at him, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Nah, I’m bringing you home with me. Gonna fuck you all night long.” He cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“What about your family?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck em, you’re my girl now, they’re going to have to get used to it. Get your ass in the truck, I wanna fuck you in my shower.”

You giggle, running around to jump in the truck. You didn’t even see his family that night. But they definitely heard Rafe making good on his promise to fuck you all night long and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel bad. Not that night, and not the next morning when he introduced you to his dad and step mom while they had disgusted looks on their faces. You just smiled, happily shaking their hands like you weren’t calling their son daddy until the sun came up.

Tagging mooties: @rafescorpsebride @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @eerielamb @that-sarcastic-writer @moonlightseranade @loserboysandlithium @sarahsangelicdoll @songbirdmunson @eddiesxangel ✨

Dividers by: @anitalenia & me

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fee224 · 3 months ago

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Sickest girls in town

Trailer park family

MASTERLIST

Rafe woke up to a soft knock on the door that nobody would’ve noticed if he wasn’t such a light sleeper. He rubbed his eyes, leaning up on his elbows as he watched the door creak open and two tiny shadows waddle in, the biggest one struggling to hold a tiny thing as the smaller shadow made her way for rafes side of the bed.

A small rough cough came from Elsie mays throat as she clawed at rafes arms, waiting to be picked up, which she was seconds later, and placed in between rafe and you.

“Daddy I feel sick” Lottie climbed onto the bed with her sister crawling to her mama. Rafe grumbled tiredly, pulling her up to him and swiping a hand over her forehead. “Mmshit” he whispered with his eyes still closed, wanting to fall back asleep. “Y’got a fever baby” he sighed as Lottie got comfortable beside him.

“We all do daddy” Elsie murmured from in between them all as rafe reluctantly woke up. “Yeah? You feel poorly too?”. He smiled, unbothered as Elsie climbed on top of his chest and cuddled into him.

You stirred at the whispering, and the small finger poking into your side, opening your eyes to little Sadies satisfied grin at your consciousness.

“Hey princess” you muttered, turning to rafe who had two girls cuddling close to him. You’re throat felt sore like you could barely talk, and your eyes felt exhausted, the warm blanket was oh so tempting.

“Mornin’ sweet” he sensed your awake presence without squinting an eye open.

“Mommy! We’re sick!” Elsie announced loudly from her perch on daddy’s chest. You smiled tiredly. “Yeah, think me too” you said as loud as you could manage, without your throat stinging.

“Got you all huh?” Rafe rubbed Elsie’s back soothingly as she drifted back to sleep.

“Kicking our sorry butts” you smiled, scooting closer to the poor fool looking after you for the next two days.

Next thing there was sounds coming from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and not closed. “Raccoons back” you sighed “aight im gonna go have a cigarette with the raccoon then I’ll be back Kay?” He winked to you, placing Elsie and Lottie carefully tucked under the comforter and striding out of the room in only his boxers.

You’re eyes felt like they only shut for three seconds when he came back in with bottles of milk and tea for you on a tray with a wide pupilled Barry trailing behind him in a graphic tee and sweatpants.

You sat up against the wall behind your bed, tucking Sadie under your armpit as you fed her a bottle. “The fuck you doin’ in our bedroom, get out perv” he pushed his chest back out into the hallway as Barry trunched back into the kitchen area.

“Thanks rafe” you said calmly as he gave you a gentle smile, rummaging through his drawers. There was a peaceful early morning silence as you sat up in bed, the girls beside you drinking hot milk from their bottles, watching the tv placed on top of a dresser. You listened to the shower through the thin walls.

He came back in minutes later with wet hair and clothes. You stuck your tongue out at him and he blowed you a kiss in return.

He took the best care of his girls for the rest of the day, forcing warm drinks down their throats, providing himself as a human hot water bottle, making chocolate cereals for dinner, bathing all the girls and getting them back into bed while you napped. Rubbing your back as you released dry coughs throughout the night and sitting up with you.

“Love you ray” you whispered with your eyes shut as his hands massaged your back gently, trying to send you to sleep.

“Love you y/n” he kissed the back of your neck, lifting your long hair out of his way.

- fee xxx

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woozivrsefactry · 3 months ago

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Aight so my drunk ass last night write this and it's corny as hell but I'm still posting cuz why not. Happy soonhoon, jagiya-land.

[shit this is red too]

The two boys had approached you at a bar. Not to be judgemental but you could tell they were a couple. The tall blonde introduced them two. Flirted with you. The shorter one stayed close by, smirking, buying you drinks. Having two gay men swoon over you was not on your bingo list for tonight but we'll you weren't hating it. The shortie asked you, "are you open minded enough?" One thing led to the other and soon you were in a slick black SUV getting driven to a nearby hotel.

The raven head kept eye fucking you through the rear view mirror whole the blondie kissed you in the backseat. Y'all pushed thru the reception and into a room. The blonde was impatient tugging at your clothes. The other calmer holding back his boyfriend. Finally he kissed you. Slower, more sensual, more dirty. Spit and tongue everywhere.

Soon you were on the bed, naked, sitting between the black hair one, back-to-chest, his thighs engulfing yours while the blond was between your legs devouring you like the last supper.

"she taste good, soonie?"

"mmhn, so sweet, uji-ya."

"her tits are super good too," the raven said playing with your boobs. "Cum on his face"

And you did, with a broken cry, your weight falling backwards on the smooth fair chest behind you as the men giggled.

"already this tired? We haven't even fucked you yet baby."

You were given a few minutes break as the two men got on with putting on condoms. Kissing each other in ways that was already making you wet again. You'd really thought the shorter one was the top from all that energy but that thought flew out of the window as you saw him getting his ass lubed up. He climbed on top of you, pulling your legs in air till your knees rested over his shoulders.

"ready, baby?" He asks lining himself to you waiting for your reply. You barely manage a broken whine and he takes that sign to enter. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with the stretch he gave you. Behind him his boyfriend lines up to him. Second blow came even harder when the blond penetrated him and him you. That's how it went.

"shit, she's really tight."

"ngh, so are you."

You werent sure who's hands went where but you had two hands playing with your tits while another one rubbed your clit as you got fucked to bliss.

"I think I'm gonna cum."

"me too, baby."

"me three?"

The two boys soon fall on either sides in your with a sigh and a thump.

"I swear to god soonyoung never say corny shit like that when you're in my ass. Again."

"ignore him, he's having post-orgasmic crisis or something like that."

"do you wanna be hit!?"

"you won't. You think I'm cute." The blonde grins as he cuddles up your side grinning.

The other one huffs and rolls his eyes. "Goddamn right, you're cute." He mutters under his breath making you giggle as he cuddles up your other side.

#svt #svt smut #olietalk #seventeen #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen smut #svt headcanons #woozi smut #woozi #woozi x reader #hoshi smut #hoshi x reader #hoshi #soonhoon #soonhoon smut #soonhoon x reader #jagiya-land

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misshugs · 1 year ago

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The Cameragirl || snc

You've been Sam and Colby's cameragirl for some time now. Usually, nothing too crazy happened to you in most investigations, but this time...

warnings: paranormal activity, reader getting attacked, near death experience, strangling(?), cursing, angst?

a/n: took a bit of inspo after watching the boys' video of the asylum, but nothing exactly like it. just the fact that the place is an asylum

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3.6k

[u n e d i t e d]

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As they were making their iconic intro and explaining what this new place was about, you made sure to have a sturdy pulse whilst filming them.

"Today, it's just me, Sam and our lovely cameragirl, Y/n." Colby said, letting you shift the camera towards your face and smile at it.

"Hello there." You said, making sure your face was extremely close to the camera, merely because it has become your way of introducing yourself.

"And since it's only us today like the good old days, we decided to make something fun. ALL of us." Sam explained to the camera and smirked, looking directly at you.

You batted your eyes, looking at them while they kept on smiling menancingly at you. "This wasn't a part of the contract." You said, gaining a laugh from both of them.

You zoomed onto his face and began talking with this soft, almost narrative voice. A voice you very well knew they enjoyed. "What is this oh so fun idea you seem to be hyping about, mr. Golbach?"

"Why thank you for asking." Sam nodded slightly, moving his attention towards the camera. "The three of us are gonna do a little challenge tonight." He clapped his hands together as you began unzooming the camera, putting Colby back on frame.

"That's right, we're going to walk alone, lights out throughout some of the most haunted corridors from this place." Colby continued. "The owners of this place told us it gets freaky when people are alone, so we thought this might get us some good activity."

"We have some cameras with nightvision but we're not gonna see shit." Sam added, "After a while, we all should find our way back to the main lobby."

"So stay until the end to see how that's gonna turn out." Colby says, getting close to the camera before covering it with his hand, making you stop the recording for the cut.

"That was pretty good." You said, looking at the video slightly.

"You're still good with the challenge, right?" Sam asked, looking at you. You scoffed.

"Please. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure about it. Remember you told me about it before the video?"

"I know, I know. Just making sure, you know how I am." He laughs. "Wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"You're saying that like we haven't known eachother for how long?"

He chuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Alright, so since we're all settled, should we start right away?" Colby chimed in, looking at both of you.

"Not yet. This place has some good cinematic potential, lemme cook first." You said, looking around with your flashlight.

"Aight, we'll let you do your thing, I'll go ahead and look for the equipment." Colby said.

"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask the owners about something." Sam said, taking out his phone.

"Go out with Colby, I'll be here waiting." You said, fixing back your camera to start recording.

"Alone?" They both asked, looking at eachother and then at you.

"I do my best work alone, gentlemen. You know that." You begin walking towards the shadiest corridor you've seen in your life, without even looking back.

"Oh wow. Fearless. She's trying to do the challenge before us." Colby laughed.

"Alright, I'll be super quick. If anything happens, just yell. As loud as you can." Sam said, smiling.

"Copy that." You laughed.

In the blink of an eye, you were left alone. You were used to these type of things, so it didn't bother you much. You've somehow become numb to all of this paranormal adventuring.

And that was one of the main reasons why you liked to take control of the camera, since you were able to keep your cool in stressful situations, making it easier for the viewers later on.

Plus, you didn't know how to act on camera and they were the professionals... allegedly.

Whenever something odd happened, you made sure to try and record as much as you could, in the best angles possible. You liked to joke around and call yourself a professional in your craft, although sometimes it wasn't even a joke.

You were passionate about it. The videos and the ghosts, it was only natural to try and do more, risk yourself to do something more interesting and outgoing.

That's a piece of yourself they loved about you. You were simply a perfect match in their combo.

As you began to do your cinematic, you began to have shivers. A sudden draft of air passing through you, as if a window suddenly opened.

Looking around, there was no possible way of that happening. You were in the middle of the corridor, absolutely no chance of an air draft simply passing through so randomly.

You thought it might've been a bit odd, but nothing you haven't felt before anyways. While you kept on making some videos, an eerie feeling of someone watching crossed over your spine.

The sensation of a presence slowly getting closer to you behind your back.

Almost feeling the heat of another person behind you, towering over you.

Hurriedly looking back, you were met with Sam's hand almost touching your shoulder. He stopped midway, knowing he got caught trying to scare you. "You bitch." You spit out, making him laugh.

"Damn it!" He said mid laugher. "I was so quiet this time, how do you always seem to know?"

"I can feel you lurking closer, you stalker." You looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the thoughts of his pretty face. You began walking back to where he came from, meeting Colby in the process.

"I'm not a stalker, if anything, I'm protecting."

"Quietly from the shadows, sounds like a stalker to me, but you do you." You smiled softly, looking at the confused Colby.

"I left for a second, what did I miss?"

"Stalker behavior, nothing else." You said, putting your camera up again and ready to record.

Colby shook his head from side to side, already being on your side of the story without even asking further questions. "I can't believe you brother."

"Wha- it wasn't-..." Sam sighed, defeated. He knew you were joking, so he wasn't going to win anyways.

You laughed and pointed the camera at them. "Ready when you are." They nodded and you began to record.

"So as you can see, in our hands we have some devices that we'll scatter throughout this first room. If you've been here before, you'll probably be familiar, but if you haven't, these are basically some motion censor devices that will let us know if something walks infront of it." Colby explained, turning one of the devices on and showing to the camera how it worked.

As they organized everything, the REM-POD immediately began beeping. "Oh, shit. That's the rem pod." Sam said, stopping on its tracks. "That was the temperature dropping."

You made sure the camera caught that as you got closer to it. "Oh fuck. I was feeling a bit cold since we got here." Colby added. "Alright. I think we're ready."

"Okay. If there's any spirit around that would like to communicate with us, we would like for you to use any of these devices we've put up for you." Sam started, as you made sure to get far enough from everything for the shot.

"You can touch these lights on the floor, or maybe this device I have on my hand." Colby continued, pointing towards the EMF reader. "We mean no harm, we'd just like to talk to someone."

A couple of seconds passed, looking around, waiting for something to happen.

"Maybe they don't want..." Sam began, before getting interrupted by the REM-POD beeping, making you hurriedly move your camera angle. "Oop. Nevermind. Thank you very much. Can you do that again if you're here with us? To let us know it wasn't something else?"

Silence filled the room for a while, before the device started to beep once again.

Excited, they began asking questions to this entity, expecting for it to be somewhat intelligent enough to give answers back.

Luckily, it was. It seemed to be someone that died inside the asylum, a woman. Curious about the story of this woman, they kept on asking questions. Some of them being answered, others being completely ignored.

Asides from the constant beep from their device, you heard a knock coming from one of the corridors. Quickly looking around, they stopped talking. "What?" Colby asked.

"Heard something." You whispered. The room went silent, followed by what sounded like footsteps getting closer. You turn the camera back at them and their faces were shocked.

"Holy fuck." Sam whispered.

"That was like... thumps. We're the only ones here, right?" Colby asked him.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Sam says, walking towards the place they heard the sound, quietly. You followed close behind. "Hello?"

Nothing. They kept on looking around, searching and at the same time waiting for something else to happen. "There's no one here." Colby says. "But that was clear as day."

"Super clear, the camera must've have heard that, for sure." Sam said, looking at you as you nodded. "That was crazy."

"Yeah, let's try something else but closer to this area, maybe it's more active." Colby said, and all of you nodded.

A couple of minutes later, and you were all set up. This time around, they turned on a spirit box to try and communicate better.

The idea was to first use it as normal, then for Colby to do the Estes Method.

And so, the spirits began to talk.

"What's this." It spat out. Colby and Sam looked at eachother, smiling.

"Hello, this is a spirit box, you can use it to communicate with us. Would you mind telling us who you are?" Sam said, looking around.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hello." Colby responded. "Who are we talking to."

"I'm scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?" Colby asked, furrowing his eyebrows whilst looking at the camera.

"Behind you."

They quickly looked behind them. "Oh, fuck. I hate that." Colby said, as you smiled at their gestures.

It quickly faded away when you felt the familiar presence of someone behind you.

Heart racing, you looked around for a second, but there was nothing there. It didn't mean the feeling went away, though.

"Monster. Care..." It seemed the audio cut before finishing the whole word.

"Monster... care?" Sam asked, confused.

"Or maybe it meant careful? Like, careful of the monster?" Colby questioned.

"It would make sense. What monster are you talking about? Is it harming you? Are you scared of this monster... or... person?"

It took a while before responding. Last thing it said, before a screech filled the radio was... "Run."

Quickly, they turned it off. They looked at eachother. "That was terrifying." Colby said. Sam nodded and sighed.

"Let's try and look around for some other place. This doesn't feel safe." Sam said and everyone agreed.

For the past hour of recording, moving around and joking here and there, you felt a bit uncomfortable. Usually, you weren't the type to get scared over the paranormal, but this place felt more eerie than usual.

You heartbeat has been increasing slowly, as well as a slight pain in your chest that quickly faded. You felt watched.

There was a point where you even felt slightly touched, quickly warning the boys about it.

Due to this, they almost discarted the idea completely, thinking you might be getting targeted, scared that it might do something to you. It took you a couple of minutes of convincing them to keep on recording before the conversation was dismissed.

You tried to brush it all off, as 'something you've felt before', but deep down you were really anxious about it. Perhaps it made you feel better to think about it being just the nerves.

But you weren't the type of person to feel these nerves for no reason.

"Hey, you good?" Colby touched your shoulder and whispered to you, noticing you seemed a bit weird. "You seem out of it today."

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just zoning out."

"Yeah, I noticed." He chuckled, looking into your eyes. "You sure you're okay though?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly concerned. "You don't look well."

"What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" You asked, smiling, which quickly made him show that gorgeous smile you loved.

"More like you've seen one." You shook your head.

"I'm fine. I've just seen some shadows running in the corners of my eye, but nothing too big to point out."

He batted his eyes. "You've what?"

"Calm down, you know I see those things all the time. It's nothing new." Half of it was true. The other half, well... there was a chance you might've seen a whole figure standing close to a doorframe, but you felt your imagination was tricking you too much tonight, so you didn't say anything.

You weren't a psychic or a medium or something close to it anyways. If anything, you'd probably consider it more like a hallucination due to the constant lack of sleep you've been having lately.

"I know, I know, but still. You could tell us about it, you know? Maybe we all see the same thing you do and since you don't point it out, we don't notice."

You rolled your eyes playfully. You were about to say something, but a breeze passed through your ear, a soft whisper saying "Come play."

You jumped, covering your ear and walking closer to Colby. "Shit." You whispered.

Confused, he held your shoulders. "What? What? You heard something?" His worry was enough for Sam to stop setting the cameras up and walk closer.

"What happened?" He asked. You looked around where you were standing.

"Did you guys not hear that?" You asked, the shook their heads. "I heard something like... right next to me." When you said that, Sam began recording once again.

"Alright, so... apparently Y/n just heard something right next to her." He began explaining to the camera, pointing it at you.

"It was like a whisper, it.. uh... it just said 'come play', like, the creepiest shit you can say. I even felt the air on my ear, that shit made me jump." You tried laughing about it to not let the mood down, but it wasn't working much.

"Although I really want to, maybe we shouldn't do the challenge." Colby said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes, genuinely worried.

"Guys. Come on. Don't back down when we're this close." You said. "We're basically done for tonight, this is the last thing we're doing and we're out, right?"

"...yeah." Sam whispered. "Let's..." He sighed. "Let's do it. Just like she said, we walk through the corridor and come back straight away."

Althought skeptical, Colby nodded. "Fine. Let's hurry up then. The quicker we begin, the quicker we're leaving this place."

And so, everyone held their cameras and said their goodbyes. The three of you went through your respective corridors and began walking, alone, with no light.

"Alright guys. I'm not good at, like, talking to the camera but I'll try." You sighed, pointing the camera at your face while slowly walking the dark corridor.

"Honestly? I'm usually not as creeped out when we come to places like this, but this one is like... up there. It's giving me the chills, making me paranoid, I feel like I'm... seeing thing. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. That's... that's also an option now that I think about it."

Looking around with the camera, although it's absolutely useless, you started feeling out of breath. Almost as if the air didn't reach your lungs anymore. "It feels... hard to breathe." You took a deep inhale and shakily exhaled.

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry as the lack of oxygen was evident.

"I'm just gonna walk... faster. I wanna get this over with..." And so, you did. But the further away you got, the worse it all felt. You felt your vision starting to get blurry although you could barely see anything.

You paused as your vision began to get used to the darkness.

At the end of the corridor, what you could shape out like a human figure was standing there. Seemingly the same one you barely saw before.

This time, it didn't seem to go away.

You were also alone.

Unable to breathe.

You don't know when it started, but you were unable to breathe properly. You choked, trying to regain yourself from the feeling.

Your neck feeling tight, your stomach hurting at the sudden feeling.

Putting your hands on your neck, you coulnd't feel anything that would make you feel this way. You started to get worried.

You felt as if you were being choked. You tried to scream, but all that you could spat out from your lips was a soft, quiet, 'help'.

Trying to turn around and walk back, you saw the figure again and got scared, falling towards the floor. You coughed for air, sucking back as much as you could but being unable to.

Leaving the camera behind, you tried to crawl back to where you came from, but the lack of circulation on your body failed you as you coulnd't handle it anymore.

Your body falling on the floor, the camera seemingly recording your movements come to a halt.

Your eyes closing, leaving you unconscious.

It didn't take long before Sam and Colby got back to the lobby. Waiting for you, something seemed off.

They knew the corridor wasn't as long as theirs. You should've been the first one out by that logic. They've been waiting long enough and they were starting to get worried.

Even though the concept of the challenge was to be alone in the darkness, the idea of you being in trouble was too much to bare.

Heck, even if you were pranking them, the anxiety of you not coming back on time was driving them insane, they were ready for a scare if it had to come to that.

But the scare they were expecting wasn't the one they got.

Minutes of walking and calling out your name came to a stop when they saw you on the floor.

Hurriedly, they ran towards you and fell to the floor, yelling out your name. "This isn't funny, Y/n!" Sam yelled, moving your body, only to notice how cold you felt. His heart sank.

"Y/n, come on!" Colby said, putting himself on the other side, looking at Sam. The color from his face was gone when he felt her body. Colby, worried, touched your body and understood why he looked that way. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!"

Throwing the camera to the side, Colby quickly checked your pulse. "Sam. Call 911. This is serious." You still had a pulse, but you weren't breathing. First thing that came to his mind was CPR.

While Sam began to call, Colby was trying as hard as he could to help out. He began doing mouth to mouth, trying to bring some oxygen back to your lungs.

Tears streaming down both of their faces. Colby started making compressions to your chest, while Sam was talking to the 911 dispatcher and using the flashlight to illuminate Colby.

Luckily, they weren't too late. You began to cough and moved to the side to spit out some saliva. You breathed heavily and both of the guys sighed in relief.

As you tried to catch your breath, they softly held you up in place while your color came back to you. You blinked a couple of times, adjusting your view to your surroundings.

When you looked at them, they hugged you tight. "Fuck..." Sam whispered. "Let's get the fuck out of here right now." He held you softly and helped you out, as Colby grabbed all of the cameras.

It was hard for you to walk. It felt as if a ton of weight was keeping you from even standing up. It felt as if your limbs went numb, the lack of oxygen probably acting up.

Sam noticed, and didn't hesitate on holding you up and putting you on his back so that you could rest. They began walking as fast as they could, reassuring you that you will be fine.

You were focused on getting your breath back while listening to them scream at the spirits.

"You are not allowed to follow us home." Listening to Colby talk like this, while taking all of the equipment made you feel light. You started moving your arms and made sure to hold onto Sam, closing your eyes.

"You'll be okay. We're leaving." Sam reassured you, waiting for Colby to grab everything and get out of there in a rush.

After the police arrived and handed you an oxygen mask, you started feeling much better. You had some marks on your neck, like some hands were just squishing the air out of you.

Your body... at first, you could even see your veins pop out of your legs because of your lack of color. The poor circulation that ran through your body for a couple of minutes really drove your body to its limit somehow.

It took you a while to be able to stand on your two feet again, but before the police left you could walk on your own just fine. Sam and Colby however still managed to help you out.

"Let's head back home." Sam whispered to you. You nodded slightly and tried to walk on your own, only to be held up by Colby.

"Don't force yourself right now. You need some rest." He said, taking you back to the car. Your face having a rush of blood because of the gesture.

"I... I can walk."

"Let us do this. Please. It's too much already that you fainted right when we weren't with you." Sam said, looking at you, your heart racing at the look of his blue eyes upon you. You gulped.

"...f..fine." You said, resting your head on Colby's chest, making him smile.

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part two is up!! the link is in the beginning! <3

thanks for reading all the way! likes, comments and requests are much appreciated.

-nikkõ

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kombuuuu · 2 years ago

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Miles 42 headcanons?

no one asked but i’ll deliver !!

Miles!42 x Fem!Reader random headcanons

also a lot of snippets :)

You/Reader: Blue

Miles Morales: Purple

Mama Rio/Rio Morales: Pink

Uncle Aaron/Aaron Morales: Orange

Random/stranger: Black

—

gift giving love language duhhh

Will have you walk with him through malls and whatever you look at for a second too long he buys

You don’t catch on until you’re both eating at a nice restaurant, absentmindedly staring at some plant when a lull in conversation happens.

He purchases the plant.

“Fuck you mean I can’t buy it?”

“Sir, the plants aren’t for sale, this is a dining establishment.”

“Establish the fact I’m gettin’ that plant.”

“Sir—“

50 bucks down and a plant 🆙

He will damn right die if you refuse him. He’ll get all grumpy and pouty when you say he should save for a house, not for you.

convinced you just get shy when bought things (you do).

is even more motivated to buy things

“Miles, baby, you need to save up. Not spend on me!”

“This would look so good on you, Ma.”

“Are you listening??”

“Fuck, and this.”

“Oh my god.”

gets so jealous it’s unbelievable

but only when someone goes too far with you

it’s like 1–100 real quick

he’s not usually the prowling type (ha)

but when someone pushes the line he loses his shit

other than that he’s a supportive bbg all the way

“Wanna go home with me, butterface?”

“Fuck you just say?”

“Nothing homie just get outta here.”

“Say that shit again ‘homie’.”

“Chill the fuck out. Let the lady speak for herself.”

“I’ll fucking speak for my girl all I want, homeboy.”

maybe got a liiiiittle bit of an anger issue

guy went home with a broken nose and a missing tooth

better hope he can afford fill ins

he would never get mad at you though

he gets frustrated you don’t listen sometimes, but it’s never to the point of anger

feel like he has the patience of a fucking SAINT

calm and collected baby u know the deal

“Mami, we gonna have a problem?”

“”

“Didn’t think so.”

a SWEETHEART at times

stand by him being raised right

mama rio taught him to be a romantic

wanted him to take after his dad

so flowers and gifts and chocolates

followed by lovin of any kind

probably a baby for affection but doesn’t show it

so when you get all emotional about being gifted roses for the first time

and hug him and smother him

give him stupid little kisses all over

he’s fainting

poor boy doesn’t know love like u show him

“Baby, are these for me?”

“Yeah, Chiquita. They okay?”

“Wh… They’re perfect.”

“Are you cryin’? I can return ‘em.”

“No! No, no, don’t do that.

I love them, C’mere.”

when you guys get rlly comfortable, like a year and some dating, he ends up getting more chatty

willingly talking w you for hours

feels like you’re the only person he can rlly do that with

rambles so rarely that you kind of just sit in awe when it happens

doesn’t catch himself until he’s trying to name your future kids

“I’ll marry you one day, we’ll have like two, three kids. Get all nice an cozy.

You want a boy or girl? I kinda want both. Definitely not girl first, never having a girl without a brother to protect ‘er.

You’d be such a good Mami.

What’d you wan’ name ‘em? I have a few ideas—“

“..”

“But you could choose the girl cause I don’t know any pretty names. And i’ll choose—“

“..”

“You gon’ let me keep goin?”

“I love your voice.”

“Tranquila, mami.”

Takes you to every family event he ever has

sits you regularly with Rio and Aaron

they insist you call them uncle and ma

you do, obviously

miles doesn’t need to meet your family if you don’t want him to, but if he ever does he’s totally suave with them

like weirdly smooth

able to get on ur carers good side quick

when you meet his extended family they’re just as loving

his whole family is this bright dash of colour

and you fit right the fuck in

“¡Oh, hija estás preciosa!”

“Dice la estrella de la fiesta!”

“You flatter me, Hija.”

“Miles, come get your girl.”

“You look nice too, Uncle Aaron.”

“..Thanks, kid.”

“Hey Mami, havin’ fun?”

“Aight, I’m out.”

when you find out he’s the prowler you’re not really shocked

he’s hella nervous to tell you and kinda puts it off for a while

as long as you’re not in harms way, nothin matters, yeah?

the guilt eats him alive

he’s already lost so much, if he doesn’t do things right with you, then loses you too

he’d probably lose himself

so he tells you

“The Prowler?”

“Yeah.”

“The.. Panther guy I keep seeing on the news-?”

“Mm.”

“Miles are you—

..—Are you killing people?”

“Mami, it’s not like that—“

“oh my god.”

“These men— I kill,”

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“,They’re bad, you understand.”

“Miles..”

“[Name]. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.. Yeah I understand.”

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“…”

“Are you mad.”

“I’m not happy.”

“Okay.”

you’re kind of devastated he’s killing people

but you eventually get it

like it takes a while

say a month or so

but you forgive quick

i mean, who knows what those men are doing, right?

(ur delulu but it’s ok)

he lets you have your space but talking with mama rio when she realises your absence knocks some sense into him

mans is going to GROVEL

he will fucking beg on his damn knees

knocks on your door and is already kneeling

will plead with you to come back to him

like i said a whole ass romantic

you know what’s romantic? a man who can get on his knees

he will suffocate you in gifts and affection

oh you like (insert sanrio esc character) ? look over there at that lifesize plushie woahhhh wonder who that’s forrrrrr

“Hello?”

“Mami, don’t close the door.”

“Miles, go home.”

“And please stop kneeling, the floor is dirty.”

“I’m not leaving ‘til you hear me out.”

looooong sigh

“Okay, fine— whatever, come inside. You have two minutes.”

“God, I missed you. You’re so beautiful Chiquita.”

“Three minutes.”

You talk it out easy, he’s a real smooth talker when he wants to be

“Okay Miles, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, Ma. See you soon.”

“Wh—.. What is that?”

“Ohhh…”

“Why the fuck is it so big?”

“It said “Life Size” on the site? I was thinking like two feet tall.”

“You bought that?”

“Yeah.. I was thinkin’ you wouldn’t let me in. Would have to bribe you.”

“…That’s really cute.”

Annnnnd that’s all i can come up with i’ll probably do more later :P

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #rio morales #uncle aaron #aaron morales #into the spider verse

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multifariousqueer · 2 years ago

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can you write miles 42 having readers bank account, card ALL that on his phone and gets mad if she purchases shi with money he didint give her. its really crazy but its miles 42....what do you expect??? hehe

Sure love!!!

A/n: y’all I love you so much but I need you guys to start requesting regular miles fanfic pls. Although 42 miles owns my 🩷

It was just a simple necklace. It was the Vivienne Westwood necklace that you saw everyone around you wearing and wanted so badly. You knew Miles would get it for you in a heartbeat but a part of you wanted to get it for yourself. It had been a long, stressful semester but you struggled through it all and got to a point where ou were passing with A’s and B’s. Coincidentally, you had gotten a job at Starbucks after months of applying and you had about $1000 saved up of your own money that you were waiting to spend on something special. That was, until that “something special” came along in the form of Miles.

You never knew what he did but you knew he was making 8x your salary in a month. It seemed like anything you wanted, you got when you were with Miles; shoes, clothes, books, makeup any and everything you wanted, it was yours in a matter of days. It’s worth mentioning that Miles is extremely overprotective and wants to know everything about what you’re doing and buying because he loves you and cares about your habits.

Even on Miles’s birthday when you dipped into your savings to get him the latest Jordan’s, he was furious that you had to use your own money:

“Damn Ma, these are valid. How much were they?”

“Oh don’t worry about it” you said

“I said, how much were they.” His eyes narrowing in on you because he knew how much they were because he was gonna buy them 2 weeks ago but decided not to.

“$500. I’ve been saving for them for you, baby. It’s all good” you tried to assure him

“Aight. thank you.” He said, pulling you close to him, the scent of the Dior Sauvage cologne you also bought him, filling your nostrils

But deep down you knew he was pissed off and mad that you spent your own money, so after a long talk about how he should be able to keep tabs on you and keep you safe, you gave him your Apple Pay and banking info for emergencies only but of course it’s Miles and being the overprotective boyfriend he is, he checks it everyday for any “extravagant purchases” made by you or someone else.

Of course he isn’t crazy, he set a $25 limit for you before he steps in and asks what’s up. Once, you were at a mall with your friend and found the cutest shirt at Urban Outfitters and decided to buy it. The price tag read $50 but you went ahead and got it; the same happened at Bath and Body Works and Tilly’s and as you made your way to the bathroom, you got a text from Miles:

Miles: did someone take your card?

You: no why??

Miles: why’d you spend $150 in an hour??

You: I’m at the mall

Miles: so? I pay for your shit

You: dawg it’s $150. It’s not that deep 💀

Miles: I ain’t yo “dawg” and yes it is when Yk I buy you shit

You: you aren’t my sugar daddy

Miles: I basically am atp. I’m sending you $1000, buy something cute

You contemplated leaving him on seen but you remembered how he hates that so you replied:

You: Okay

You had saved up enough to get the necklace and when you got it, you were ecstatic. You thought about all of the possible outfit combos and how good it will look against your brown skin but your thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone:

Miles: what’d I tell you, Mami?

You: ?

Miles: don’t play dumb, yk I would’ve bought you that necklace in a heartbeat but instead you wanted to be miss independent and buy it yourself. I guess since you’re so independent, I’ll stop sending you that $1000 every week. How about that?

You: ok

Miles: ?

You: we can discuss this when I get home

Miles: K

You: k

It was a long ride home but eventually you accepted that Miles was gonna rip your head off and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

When you got home, he had three of the necklaces, two huge teddy bears, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the newest pair of Jordan’s waiting for you:

“What’s all this?” You smiled and asked

“I told you I’ll pay for your shit, y/n” miles said, with a small smirk on his face

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wbbpls · 1 month ago

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 10

Word count: 3800 thank you all for being patient with me! I hope this chapter gives my angst and fluff people somewhat of equal happiness. as always yap away in my inbox I love hearing from you guys!

Everything was distinctly not okay. After dance lessons, the girls were quickly sent to dinner, and even though they sat next to each other, it felt like they hadn’t spoken once since their kiss in the hotel room. It was a passionate, in-the-moment reaction that felt so right, yet so scary. What does it mean now?

Throughout dinner, everyone pulled them in different directions. Still, Paige kept her arm around Azzi’s chair, mindlessly rubbing her back. By the end of the night, everyone was exhausted and headed to their rooms.

“Night, ladies. See you in the morning!” The girls said bye to Aziz's mom and dad in the elevator and began to head to their room. Paige held the door open for Azzi, and they sheepishly smiled at each other.

“Tonight was a good night.” Azzi smiled at Paige as she plugged in her phone.

“Yeah, forreal. That desert was next level.”

“Hey Paige, could we—” Azzi wanted to ask Paige to talk about their kiss, but her phone began to ring.

“Ah shit, it’s KK. Can I see if she’s good?”

“For sure. I’m, uh, yeah, I’m gonna go shower then.” The water started as KK and Paige caught up. She threw herself on the bed to get comfortable.

“Soooooo, P Boogers, I gotta ask. How’s it all been going?”

“It’s fine, man, just chillin' with her family.”

“Okay, but this has gotta be hard for you, dude.”

“It’s definitely not easy.”

“What vibes are you picking up on from her?”

“I just heard the water turn off, so I’ll tell you more later, but earlier today, we kissed in the hotel room, and it was so intense, man.”

“DUDE THAT'S A BIG DEAL!”

“I don’t know...we haven’t even acknowledged it.”

“Okay, so grow a pair and talk to her about it.”

On the other side of the door, Azzi finished putting product in her hair and getting dressed. Through the door, she could still hear Paige talking to KK. As Azzi went to grab the handle to leave, she stopped when she heard the end of Paige’s sentence.

“At the end of the day, it’s all a fake relationship. The kissing is like practice, if anything.”

Azzi’s heart sank. Their kiss was far from practice. It felt like a declaration. But apparently, to Paige, it was nothing. Azzi feels like such an idiot for thinking it was more than just a kiss. She’s the one who stupidly asked Paige to fake a relationship with her.

“Aight, man, I gotta sleep. I’ll catch up with you later.” When Paige hung up, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Why did everything have to feel so complicated? She heard the door open and smiled at Azzi as she came out.

“Hey, Az. Good shower?”

Azzi didn’t even look up as she made her way to her side of the bed and shortly said, “Yeah, fine.”

“Oh, cool, cool...wanna watch a movie?”

“No thanks.”

“You good, Azzi?” Paige looks at her with such concern and adoration. How can she go from saying their kiss was nothing but practice to looking at her like that?

“I’m fine. I’m just really tired and want to go to bed.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Night, Az.”

Azzi laid down with her back to Paige, desperately craving her touch. Paige shifted to face Azzi, unsure of what to do. She went to wrap her arm around Azzi but just couldn’t do it. What if Azzi regretted everything?

Neither girl slept well that night.

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The next morning, they woke up tangled in each other's arms. Azzi woke up first with her head comfortably nuzzled in Paige’s neck. No matter how hard she tries to pull back, she can’t. They’ve been like they’re magnets since the first day they met. Azzi takes advantage of this moment, taking in the sounds of Paige’s deep breaths. She always knew she and Paige were different, but something about opening this door opened Azzi’s eyes, and she’s not so sure she knew how to come back from it. As she looks at Paige, she can’t find it in herself to even be mad at her. She’s the one who pressured Paige into this stupid situation in the first place.

Paige’s eyes fluttered open, and she softly smiled down at Azzi. “Mornin’.” Azzi smiled up at her and tightened her grip around Paige’s waist, and Paige rubbed her hand up and down her back.

“You feelin’ better, Az?”

“Yeah, just really needed sleep, I guess.”

“Mmm, I get it. I just missed you last night.” Paige mumbled as her eyes closed again, sending her back to sleep.

“I miss you too, Paige.” Azzi kissed her on the forehead and got ready for the day. While she was doing her hair, her phone dinged.

Scissor Sister ✂️: Hey Az, how’s the week been going?

Az: Morning, Car! It’s alright. Good to see family.

Incoming call: Scissor Sister ✂️

“Okay, tell me for real, and don’t give me fake bs. Your texts have been weird all week, and your moods give me whiplash.”

“Well, hello to you, too.”

“Ugh, I’m fine. I’m just trying to keep up with this whole fake relationship thing, and it's a lot sometimes.”

“Maybe because you want it to be a relationship?” Caroline says sarcastically.

“No, she’s just my best friend and being a good friend and helping me out. That’s it.”

“Azzi...friends don’t do what Paige does for you.”

“You’re saying she’s not a good friend?”

“C’mon now, Az, you know it's more than that.”

“Hm. Nope! I don’t know anything you’re talking about, actually.”

“It’s more than that, and you know it.” Caroline sighs.

“Oh, do I?” Azzi says combatively despite how fast she can feel her pulse quickening under the accusation.

“Yes.” Caroline challenges.

“She’s my friend, just like you are.”

“Alright, fine. When you were sick last semester, what did your friends do for you?”

Azzi automatically responds, “You guys brought me food and checked in on me. What does this have to do with anything?”

“Uh huh. And what did Paige do?”

“She stayed with me, put on my favorite movies, got me flowers, and made sure I ate. Any of you would have done that. Paige just did it first.”

“Azzi. I love you so much. But I will never sleep in your bed every night holding you until you fall asleep, especially when you have gross germs to spread. I don’t love you like that.”

“Gee, thanks, Carol.”

“But Paige...?”

“But Paige, what?”

“Paige doesn’t do that for everyone. When I was sick, she told me to stop coughing everywhere. Paige would do anything to make you feel better. To make you smile.”

“No, that’s just Paige. She’s just- she’s just so…”

“So…what?”

“I don’t know!” Azzi snaps, frustrated she can’t find the right words.

Caroline presses, trying to force it out of her. “You do know. You’re just overthinking this. Now, reverse the roles. Paige is sick. What do you do?”

“Easy. I make sure she has her favorite foods, especially purple Gatorade, and wake her up for her meds because she hates taking them. She gets really clingy when she’s sick, so I’d plan to stay there the week, and I don’t know whatever she needs, I guess.”

“Okay, what have you done for me when I’m sick?”

“I don’t know...get you soup?”

“You don’t want to cuddle me all night until I feel better?”

“Ugh, c’mon, it’s just different.”

“Why?”

“She’s my best friend.” The statement feels like the biggest lie, even to her.

“Is that the real reason why?” Caroline gently asks.

“I- uh…”

“Mhm. I’m here when you’re ready to really talk, Az.”

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After her call with Caroline, Azzi was stuck in her head. She knows something is between her and Paige, but genuinely acknowledging it to everyone else? That’s where she draws the line. She was lounging on the couch near the lobby after breakfast when Katie walked up to her.

“Hey, Azzi, I’m gonna go on a walk. Wanna join?”

“Sure, Mom, that sounds great, actually.”

They enjoyed the sounds of the wind and the chirping birds for the first few minutes before Katie broke the silence.

“So, how are you and Paige doing?”

“Uh, good? Why do you ask?”

“It’s just really nice seeing you guys together.” Azzi nods, taking in what her mom is trying to say.

“Hey, Azzi, you know you can always talk to me, right?”

“What? Yeah, of course, I know that, Mom. Did something happen?”

Katie sighed and looked down as if she was building up the courage to say something. Finally, she looks up at Azzi. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys were official, honey? You know I’ve always loved Paige. She is practically a part of the family. I’ve always known there’s more between you two. I just never wanted to push it.”

Azzi feels sick with guilt. She tells her Mom everything, maybe even too much. Of course, this would make her feel like she’s hiding something.

“No, it’s not because of you! I guess I just didn't want things to change, and I wanted to make sure Paige and I were good before coming to you with anything.” Azzi hates herself for how easily that lie rolled off her tongue.

“Okay, baby, I just need you to know I’m always on your team. And I know Paige is, too. I hope you know how much we all love you.” Azzi smiles at that. People would kill to have this kind of approval of their relationships from their parents. And her mom is right; Paige would do anything for her and is always on her side. Being mad at her for doing what she asked her to do isn’t fair.

“I know, Mom.” Azzi practically whispers as they continue their walk.

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Paigey 💗: hey az imma go grab lunch you finna join?

Princess 💗: yeah i’ll be there in 5

Azzi finds Paige in a rounded booth, scrolling through her phone. She slides in next to her. “Hey, sleepy head.”

“Mmm, hey, mama.”

“Hey Paige, before we get food...can we talk?”

“Course, Az. Everything okay?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

“Uh, yeah? Is that a trick question or somethin’?”

“N-no. I guess I just need you to know that no matter what, our friendship comes first. So, like if any of this has been weird for you, we can stop pretending.”

“W-wait, no, I don’t want to! I mean, u-uh, it would just make things weird for your family. Wait, are you uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all.”

“Me neither.”

“I just don’t want to lose you, P.”

“There’s not a world where I’d let that happen.”

Paige leans in and hugs Azzi tight. Maybe the kiss last night had her second-guessing? Nothing about the kiss felt fake, but perhaps it freaked Azzi out.

“I-If you want me to pull back, I totally can.”

“No, I like how it’s been.” Azzi's eyes flickered down at Paige’s lips for just a split second. Something was missing here, and Paige wasn’t quite sure what.

“Me too, Az.” The girls hold each other for a moment before Paige breaks the silence. “How about we skip real food and go straight to dessert?”

“Ice cream?!” Azzi’s eyes lit up, and she pulled Paige’s arm, dragging her out of the booth. On their way out, the girls ran into Jose.

“Oh, thank god I found you guys. Dad won’t leave me alone! I’ve already made like 10 tik toks with hi,m but he won’t give up. Please, I beg of you to save me.”

“Aight, influencer, come with us,” Paige smirks and laces her fingers in Azzi’s hand.

“Thank god, man. I’ll do anything to get out of that.” The girls look at each other with a knowing smile.

“Anything, you say?”

“Oh no, what did I just sign up for?”

“You can buy us ice cream,” Azzi says with a cute smile and walks towards the front.

“What?! Dude, your girlfriend has NIL money. What you got me buying ice cream for?”

“Hey man, Princess gets what she wants,” Man says with a hand up, laughing at Jose’s regrets.

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When it comes to Azzi, Paige lost all rationale. That’s part of what made this all so difficult. Usually, Paige could set her emotions aside and be rational, never letting her emotions dictate her actions. But the kiss from yesterday just kept replaying in her mind and how she felt, well, complete. Then, seeing Azzi so distant last night and nervously making sure their friendship comes first today put Paige in a whirlwind. Despite all the confusion, things are starting to feel like normal again. Paige has been able to take a step back and see things with a fresh set of eyes. Whatever happened with Jonathan is in the past. They’ve grown so much since high school, and holding her accountable for things they did at 16 is unfair. The world was so confusing then and has honestly only gotten more confusing. Azzi’s family is happy with how things are going, and Azzi gets to enjoy her week without being hounded about her dating life. No matter what, they’re best friends.

Once the three of them get out of the car, Paige takes a moment to take in the feeling of the sun on her skin. There’s something peaceful about getting ice cream with Azzi and her brother. Something so normal and mundane about it in the best ways.

Jose pushed Paige. “C’mon, Mrs. NIL, who can’t buy her girlfriend ice cream. You’re gonna get burned by the sun.”

“Bro, I’m not that pasty damn.”

“You’re pretty pale, Paigey.”

“All I heard is that I’m pretty.”

“Sure, whatever your need to hear to sleep at night, Bueckers.”

“Oh, I sleep just fine knowing I’m pretty, Fudd.”

“That’s Mrs. NIL to you.” Azzi winks and gets in line. Azzi orders chocolate and strawberry in a cup, Jose gets coffee ice cream, and Paige gets mint chocolate chip on a waffle cone.

“Ew, mint?”

“If you ever tried it, you’d probably like it, Az.” Paige rolled her eyes and made her way to a picnic table. The three of them enjoy their ice cream and laugh, talking about the most random stuff. Jose stands up to order more ice cream to go for Azzi’s family, leaving the two girls alone.

Azzi starts going on some rant about a training camp she is setting up. Paige loves basketball. Paige also loves Azzi. But Azzi talking about basketball? That’s her biggest weakness. Paige finds herself zoning out into Azzi’s voice, oblivious to the world around her. All she can think about is how pretty Azzi is and how beautiful she is when she’s passionate about something.

“Paige?”

“Hmm?”

“Uh, your hand is getting all sticky.”

“Yeah...” Paige still hadn’t popped out of her Azzi bubble until she pushed at her knee. “Wait, what?”

Azzi giggles, “Paigey, you’re dripping everywhere.” Paige’s head is so far in the gutter that she can’t process the ice cream dripping from her hand. Without thinking, Paige catches the green ice cream dripping down her hand and wrist with her tongue. She licks up her hand, back to the waffle cone, and smiles proudly at her success.

When Paige looks back up at Azzi, who is staring at her with the same intensity she had last night, her mouth goes dry. Paige licks her lips, feeling like a fish out of water, and Azzi’s eyes follow each movement. Azzi reaches out to swipe off the remaining mint on the side of Paige’s mouth, then sucks on her finger rid of the ice cream. The tension in the air is thick and heavy. Paige audibly gulps. Their eyes snap up, meeting each other's deep gaze.

“Paige, is it just me or—” Jose unknowingly interrupts their moment. “Alright, guys, let’s head back before their ice cream melts too.” He is oblivious as ever to the charged space between the two girls.

Something about that moment gave both girls just enough confidence to continue to push boundaries. In the car, Paige put her hand on Azzi’s thigh. She used handing Azzi her phone to pick one of her playlists as an excuse and just never moved her hand. Azzi, on the other hand, was very aware of the hand placement, trying to keep it together for the longest 10-minute caride of her life. When Azzi rested her hands on her lap, she slipped her pinky into Paige’s, and in response, Paige’s thumb gently rubbed the side of her thigh.

Once they arrived back on the property, Jose ran inside, and Paige handed her keys to the valet. “Hey P, I have to go to this bridesmaid meeting to finish planning the party the night before the wedding. I’ll meet up with you after?”

“Cool, imma go shoot some hoops. Come find me after.”

After about ten minutes of shooting, Azzi shows up. “Well, that was fast. I didn’t realize you were such an elite planner.” She passes Azzi the ball and shoots a three as if it’s as easy as breathing.

“The maid of honor wasn’t feeling good, so we rescheduled for tomorrow.”

“Damn that sucks.” Paige drops another shot.

“Yeah, it’s just a bad headache, so she should be back up and running again soon. Besides, it means I’m free for the rest of the day.”

“Hmm, so you’re free to spend time with me now?”

“‘I’m all yours, P,” Azzi said it about her free time, but the words felt heavy with a truth she wasn’t sure how to completely articulate yet.

Paige smiled, “Good, let’s keep it that way.”

“What do you wanna do then?”

“Whatever you want, Princess.” Heat shot its way down Azzi’s body, remembering the last time Paige had called her a princess. The feeling of Paige’s body over her, grinding into her while she kisses her neck—

“Azzi?”

“U-uh yeah. Right. S-something to do.” Azzi tries to play it down, but she sees Paige smirk as the blush runs up her face. “What about the massage Jess suggested?”

“Ugh, yes. I could really use it. Great idea, Az.” Paige tosses in one last basket before they make their way over the spa.

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“Room number and last name, please?”

“355 and Fudd.”

“Ah, yes! I see your name right here. The bride has offered complimentary massages to all of her bridesmaids and their partners. We will set up a couple's room for you in just a moment.”

When Azzi considered going to the spa, she didn’t think they would end up in the same room, especially a couples room. The girls silently waited in the lobby, taking in the peaceful sounds until they heard their name called. When they were brought to their room, each masseuse asked them their preferences and offered them water. As Azzi sipped her water, she overheard Paige answering the masseuse about the pressure she’d like for her massage.

“Yeah, I definitely like it deep.”

Azzi choked on her water. She still hasn’t been able to take her mind out of the gutter since the ice cream incident, and now it just feels like life is playing jokes on her.

“Okay, ladies, please undress and lay down on your stomachs. We will come back shortly.”

Once the door closes, the silence is so thick that not even a knife could cut it. They change in locker rooms together all the time, but the intimacy of the moment, the roses everywhere, and the lingering looks make this feel like a much bigger deal. Paige is the first to make a move. She takes her t-shirt and shorts off, leaving her in just boxers and a sports bra. Azzi follows and pulls her sundress up over her head, but it gets caught in her necklace.

“Shit, Paige can you help me?” Paige freezes. This isn’t a big deal. Just normal best friend things.

“Y-yeah, I gotchu.” Azzi feels Paige’s hands make their way under her dress to detach it from the necklace.

“Aha, got it!” Paige pulls the dress over her head, and the girls realize how close and underdressed they are. The only thing Azzi could focus on was how easily she could kiss Paige right now.

“Thanks, P. I owe you.”

Paige moves even closer. “Oh yeah?” The comforting smell of Paige’s perfume and the unnecessary confidence in her smirk overtook any decision-making power she had left. Azzi closes the gap for a gentle kiss, taking Paige off guard.

“Is that—”

Another kiss.

“—a good enough—”

They kiss again.

“—thank you?”

At the third kiss, Paige moves her hands to Azzi’s waist.

“Definitely,” Paige responds breathlessly. Seeing Paige caught off guard and flustered sends a jolt through Azzi’s body, shocking her into motion. She leaned in again, kissing Paige slowly. Azzi knows there’s no reason to kiss her right now other than she just wants to. She’d wanted to for so many years, but she shoved that feeling deep in the back of her head. The feeling of Paige’s tongue swiping the bottom of her tongue and pulling her in closer validates all of those feelings. Azzi knows that what she feels is real, and she’s not sure she can ever go back. She wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, pulling her in even closer.

As Paige kisses her back with so much softness and adoration, Azzi takes a moment to let herself feel what it would be like to actually be with Paige in such an intimate way. She pushes the thoughts of Paige seeing it all as fake to the back of her head when she moves her hands into Azzi’s hair. Maybe Paige must hear how loudly she’s thinking, so she pulls back slightly, not removing her hands.

“You know no one is watching, right?”

Azzi took a deep breath, never losing eye contact. “I know.”

Paige looks down at Azzi in confusion, breathing heavily from their kiss. Azzi starts to wonder if she took it too far this time. There’s nothing that can save her from this moment. From the possible rejection.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

Paige kisses her hard, losing themselves in the kiss. Azzi sighs in relief at her best friend's response. There’s no hesitancy anymore. No thoughts and insecurities were floating around their heads. It’s just them.

When they hear a knock at the door, they slowly pull apart, and Paige looks between Azzi’s lips and eyes.

“You ready, ladies?”

“Yeah, in just a sec!” Paige responded before she leaned in for one more soft kiss. Then she whispers, “Enjoy your massage.”

They smile at each other and rush to lie down on the massage tables. Their respective masseuse comes in and begins to work on their knots. For the first time since this whole situation started, Paige and Azzi finally feel relaxed.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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hwajin · 2 years ago

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☆°. — silly boyfie things | skz

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i haven't posted headcanons in ages and this was SO much fun to fabricate omg hope you like it 🫶🫶

— CHAN

he would FIGHT with you over the check after you went out for dinner. like literally FIGHT and not budge when you propose to pay yourself, because you feel bad that he always, always pays for the both of you. you think you smarted him out when you invited him for dinner calling for you to pay but he has his wallet ready the moment you finish your food, telling the waiter the bill is shared and having his money out faster than you can look — it nearly enrages you every time, but he tells you he genuinely enjoys paying, doesn't mind it and wants to do it, so you have no chance other than letting it go (even if reluctantly).

— LINO

he's so annoying he thinks it's PEAK commedy to say "no" to every single favour you ask him only to do it seconds later. OR saying no and waiting, actually not doing said favour and waiting for you to get annoyed until he'd nudge and end up doing it after all. giggles as if he's the funniest mf like he enjoys seeing you being annoyed so much. acts like this in front of friends and in public in general as well, ALSO cringes sm when you show him affection whenever on a get together though the moment the two of you are alone he literally won't be able to keep his hands off you. like he pretends to be so disgusted when you even as much as touch him in public, and the moment you're alone behind closed doors he's slouching onto you like a koala.

— CHANGBIN

omg you can't tell me that he didn't invent the "no you hang up first" 😭 like you'd be coming to the end of a conversation (often while he's on tour or smth tho he literally needs to hear your voice every single day so he calls you like whenever he has a minute even of free time) and at some point he's like "aight hang up 🥰" and you play along and hit him with the "no you do 😆😝" and the quarelling goes back and forth (jokingly on your side, in ALLLL seriousness on his) and at some point you say goodbye for real and hang up AND YOU CAN BET THIS FUCKER CALLS BACK like all pouty and actually slightly upset that you had the audacity to hang up??? and you're like someone has to at some point we can't have an endless phone convo??? and he's like why not do YOU NOT LOVE ME???? yeah you get it.

— HYUNJIN

bro this man NEEDS him to be your lockscreen on your phone. like it's an actual need of his or else he's gonna cease to exist he thinks. like you're obviously his wallpaper (both on his lock AND homescreen) so when he catches a glimpse of your phone and you dare to have just a random pinterest pic as your lockscreen, one you've chosen mindlessly altogether he RIOTSSSS. pouts as if his life is depending on it, clutches his heart as if it's gonna stop any minute, gasps and side-eyes you as if you straight up cheated on him. takes a selfie RIGHT that moment (it takes him a while because he both can't decide whether he wants it to be cute or sexy, and because he wants to look good either way) and sets it as your lockscreen instantly. checks like daily to see if you've changed it (if you did to tease him he LITERALLY is moments from breaking up with you).

— JISUNG

he sends you pics of ugly looking animals with a 'you' attached to the message. like even if it has no resemblence with you altogether. like it'll be a fish, a whale, a bird, a funny looking dog and their all attached with 'you'. and like he finds it so funny even if you never react to it, in fact finds it SO hilarious that at some point he will send you pics of literally ANYTHING he sees ever — like furniture, tools, random fucking street lamps, you name it — with a 'you' attached to it and CACKLES as if he invented comedy himself. the bright side to it, he takes this to the romantic level and shoots pretty pics of flowers and sends them with the same 'you' attached to it, or pics of the sky, or of a particularly bright star. so maybe it's not that annoying after all.

— FELIX

he causes his friends to tease you because he literally can't shut up about you. like every single thing you do he even slightly adores (which is, every single thing period, tbh) is being reported to his friends because he's just so in love with you he has to get the words out or he'll combust :((. like you'd maybe get him a little gift, smth small about stuff he's interested in lately, or these "i saw this and thought of you" gifts and he presents said gift to his friends as if it's an artifact of love itself, and the next time you're over they're going at you, teasing the shit out of you because tbh, they've teased felix so much already for talking their ears off that they need another victim. you basically never stop blushing when around them, hearing constantly just how much your bf talks about you when you're not around (and you'd lie saying you don't like it).

— SEUNGMIN

bro just straight up leaves you on read except when your text contains something of advantage to him 😭😭. like you haven't seen him in a while and want to catch up a bit? he reads the message and responds like 5 hours later ("we've seen each other yesterday, you can't possibly miss me enough to talk again"). or when you send him random tiktoks or shitposts — opens and reads them and then doesn't ever bother to even leave a like 😭. though the moment you hit him with a text like "running to the supermarket, you want anything?" he's responding the same second and you grow salty every time, wondering why you put up texting him in the first place.

— JEONGIN

pretends to be jealous like a LOT. like the first time he'd be actually jealous, going fresh into the relationship with insecurities still gnawing at you and him and when he confesses you reassure him, making sure he understands there will never be an occassion on which he needs to be remotefully jealous, even. and after that he simply pretends to be, for shits and giggles and to piss you off. like you talk to the barista for your order? how could you even look their direction omg. you send a quick text to a friend while out with him? how dare he's not the single most important thing in your life rn. you tell him about a dream that didn't involve him? breaking up with you this very instant. can't stop himself from giggling at his one if a kind humour while watching you grow annoyed every time anew.

@happycandynoelle @es-kay-zee @jeyelleohe @angelwonie @lix-ables @yvniek4ng @ppiri-bahng @bintificreads @svintsandghosts @llunapastell @sensitiveandhungry @minniesvenus @junebug032 @noellllslut

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #bang chan fluff #lee know fluff #changbin fluff #hyunjin fluff #han jisung fluff #lee felix fluff #seungmin fluff #yang jeongin fluff

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2neaky · 8 months ago

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𓇼°₊.𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❀ 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 🥭

—Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty. I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me.

Know you don't drink, can you sip me?

‘Dunk Contest,’ Cash Cobain

Last Installation of this ‘mini-series’ … P.1 here -> P.2 here

not the best editing, i know. this fic has been in the drafts for abt a month & ... it's time for their story to be closed out.

10.06k!Warnings: oral (masc. receiving), handj*bs (fem. & masc. recieving), mutual m*sturbation, filthy talk, *verstimulation, low refr*ctory periods, technically w*tersports (minor), edging, excessive amounts of ej*culation, squ*rting, descriptions of character’s body parts (curvaceous/thick/girthy), use of the n-word (all characters & the writer are Black), original characters

The next time the group gets together it’s well into the fall.

Months of distance and busy schedules kept the friends separate. Yet, on a random weekend in October, the stars aligned to grant the friends a day of freedom to meet and catch up.

He won’t admit it aloud—that’s a bit too corny for him—but Ajani missed his people. The life of a working adult only gives but so much time for social gatherings. Especially with a whole friend-group.

Even then, it’s not like he hasn’t seen any of them since the party.

“I’on understand why you couldn’t just ride with me.”

“All my stuff is at my mom’s, ‘Jani.”

If he just closes his eyes, he can see the pout on her face. He glances at the screen, eyeing the contact name: Princxss Dia.

“Really? ‘Cause I almost tripped over your flat iron when I was getting in the shower.”

She groans out loud into the mic. “I knew I left it!”

He smiles, eyes now on the road as he makes a swift turn onto a busy street.

“Fuck,” he mumbles upon seeing the traffic.

“But if I came with you … then they’d know.”

He kisses his teeth, face screwing up. “Man, I care less and less ‘bout that shit every day. I’m pretty sure they know—“

“‘Pretty sure’ is not a confirmation. And I wanna make sure the time is right when we tell them.”

He spots a parking space in front of the restaurant Boku had chosen for the night. No doubt, he’s going to snatch that shit up.

“Why shit gotta be ‘perfect?’” he asks, looking at his rear view camera as he backs into the space.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. He can hear her moving around on the other side of the line. “I’m trying to … figure out a way to introduce it without … making everything weird,” she sighs out.

“How ‘bout, ‘hey guys, me and Ajani have been dating for a few months now,’” he mocks her voice.

“No.”

He sucks his teeth. “Why not?”

“That’s too blunt!”

“Exactly. What more is there to say? You wanna tell them the whole backstory? ‘Cause I’on really think they need to know that.”

“I’m not saying they do. I just think we need to … soften the approach.”

He puts his car in park before shutting it off, the engine dying down. “I’on know … what approach you talking ‘bout, but when you ready to stop hiding, you lemme know so I could book my appointment.”

“Appointment?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I wanted to get your name tatted on my forehead.”

“ … Shut up.”

He laughs quietly to himself as he pulls down his sun visor. “You almost ready,” he asks, checking his appearance in the mirror.

It’s quiet for a couple of seconds. “No.”

His smile drops and he kisses his teeth. A second passes as he glares at the phone. Then, he picks it up. “Yo, answer my FaceTime.”

The mode of the call switches, bringing both of them into view on either’s screen. He licks his lips, getting a clear view of her pretty face as her phone is propped up against her vanity.

“Why you only got your makeup done?”

She frowns, setting powder decorating her face. “Because I did my hair first. It’s hair, makeup, then clothes.”

He only releases a sigh, unable to even be really upset.

“Aight, then hurry up. I told you we gonna have to work on that late shit.”

She smiles, reaching for a brush to dust off the powder. “Sorry, baby.”

He hums, eyeing her as he holds his phone closely. “You look good.”

She exchanges her brush for a lip pencil. “Thank you.” She tries not to smile too hard, careful not to mess up as she applies her liner.

“What you wearing?”

She blends out the harsh line of her dark brown liner with a finger. “A dress.”

He waits for her to explain further, but the explanation doesn’t come. “That’s it?”

“Mhm.” She quickly glances at the screen, looking away before she cracks a smile.

“Can I see it?”

“Nope.”

Now she’s smiling, a devious little one, too.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs. “You just make sure it’s no crazy ass shit. You know how Big Daddy gets.”

Her head jerks back as she looks at the screen, flabbergasted. “Don’t ever in your life … call yourself that again.”

“You just make sure you know,” he pushes before breaking into a smile, almost laughing. “But nah, forreal. That ass ain’t been getting smaller so … keep it cute.”

She rolls her eyes with pursed lips. “Shut up.”

He scoffs, looking out the window of his car. “Yeah … you think I’m joking.” He scoffs.

“Are you?”

He looks back at her, noting her nonchalance as she applies gloss over her lip combo.

“Play with me if you want to.” He licks his lips. His gaze falls to the exposed middle of her chest as her robe has slipped open. “I’on need niggas eyeing my shit.”

“Okay, Ajani.”

“Nah, it’s not Ajani,” he mocks her voice, earning a glare. “That’s Big Daddy to you—“

“I’m hanging up!”

She reaches forward, snatching up her phone.

“Don’t you wear nothing crazy!”

“Bye!”

The call ends abruptly, leaving him to shake his head. Not too long after pocketing his phone, he leaves the car.

The only thing that’s on his mind being her.

Just before he enters the restaurant, he shoots her one last text.

Jani: lmk when u ready Ima call a uber

His face almost splits in half with how hard he smiles as he daps up his boys.

“Finally, nigga! We expected your ass to be here sooner,” Boku tells him.

“Chill, it was mad traffic,” he laughs.

“Nah, facts. It’s mad people out tonight,” Mykel says.

The three are huddled close in the waiting area of the restaurant. All of the constant shifting to make way for entering and leaving patrons has pushed them to the corner.

“Forreal. Yo, why you pick this place?” Ajani looks to Boku. “I seen this shit blow up on TikTok.”

“Nigga, that’s where I got it from.”

All three dissolve into boisterous laughter, because Boku would be the one to make such a mistake.

Mykel shakes his head. “I’m already knowing the food and service ‘bout to be ass.”

“Nah, facts,” Ajani agrees.

“Aight, now. Not too much,” Boku chimes in. “‘Long as the drinks good, I could give less of a fuck about what they onion rings taste like.”

He and Mykel break off into a mini side conversation of their own, a usual occurrence between all three of them.

As they do so, Ajani pulls out his phone to check his notifications. Even though he doesn’t see one, he constantly refreshes the screen for a possible hidden text message that he just happened to miss.

None.

“‘Jani, you know where the girls at?”

Hesitantly, he looks up at the guys. “Nah,” he shakes his head, face blank. “Why would I know?” He makes a face.

“I’on know,” Mykel looks off to the side. “I thought Diamanté would’a told you something.”

“Why it gotta be Dia?”

“Nigga, don’t act dumb,” Boku butts in. “‘Cause y’all be talking.”

“I talk to Aleya and Sevyn, too.” When he laughs—the loud music masking its awkward tone—his eyes shift between his friends.

“Not like you talk to Dia,” he scoffs. “That’s for damn sure.”

Sucking his teeth, Ajani wear a mask of confusion. “Nigga, shut up. You still on that shit—“

“‘Cause I know your ass still likes her!”

“Yo, I’m not even gonna lie,” Mykel starts. “I’ma have to side with Bo’ on this one. You might as well tell her at this point.”

His face contorts with annoyance.

Nigga, shut up.

“That’s if he not already fucking her,” Boku laughs.

His brows pull together at Boku’s brash statement. “Yo, what?”

Mykel rolls his lips inward, watching the two with caution. He questions, should he step in between this?

“Nah, I’m just saying! You’on gotta be embarrassed—”

“I ain’t embarrassed, nigga. There’s not shit to say, fuck I’ma be embarrassed for?”

Boku laughs, glancing at Mykel for backup. The other man remains quiet.

“Aight, then stand on it! Just say you fuckin’ her—“

Ajani doesn’t even realize that he takes a step forward. “Yo, shut the fuck up talking ‘bout her like that—“

“Alright, chill out now.” Mykel steps between them, placing a hand in front of Ajani to keep him back.

Boku pulls his brows together. “Yo, wassup with you?”

“Ain’t shit up with nothing, you just make sure you keep shit respectful.” The scowl on his lips only deepens.

Boku raises his hands in defense. “My fault, bro. I wasn’t tryna offend—”

“Yeah, that’s ’cause you just open your mouth to say bullshit.” Ajani backs up the more Mykel pushes against him. “Like she not your fuckin’ friend, too, my nigga. What?”

“You good, bro. You good,” Mykel tells him. “Relax.”

“Just fuckin’ talkin’,” he rambles.

Before he can acknowledge the apology, his phone buzzes in his hand. Fully stepping away from them, Ajani checks his messages.

Princxss Dia: I’m ready

He wastes no time to order Diamanté’s Uber ride.

With the distance between them and the Lou music playing overhead, it’s hard for him to hear. He knows Mykel and Boku are talking about him.

He refrains from even thinking much about it, though. Because just talking to Diamanté is putting him in a better mood.

Jani: its coming in 5 min

*screenshot of the Uber order*

Princxss Dia: tyy daddy🤗

Jani: 🙄

Princxss Dia: 💀

Jani: send me a picture

I wanna c u

Princxss Dia: it’s gonna ruin the surprise

Jani: surprise

🤨

Princxss Dia: 💀

Jani: stop playing Dia

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Thankfully, Aleya and Sevyn arrive not too long after. Their presences lighten the atmosphere considerably.

Especially when Sevyn and Boku fall into conversation—a playful argument as usual about some dumb shit.

“Oh my God, I miss Dia’,” Aleya pouts. “Where is she?” She does a full-body turn, looking to Ajani.

Boku keeps quiet this time.

The question garners attention from the others within the group, who are now curious of his answer.

He kisses his teeth. “Why yall not asking her? Damn, what the fuck?”

Sevyn’s face screws up as her neck jerks back. “Nigga, calm the fuck down.”

“Right,” Aleya eyes him as her lips twist into an ugly scowl. “I just thought you’d know since y’all seem to be close.”

Sevyn hums in agreement. “Real close.”

Now, he’s making a face. “What that mea—“

“Hi guys!”

The much softer voice breaks the conversation, catching everyone’s attention.

Walking towards them, Diamanté’s bright smile lights up the dimly lit space.

Her straightened, black hair flows down her back. Being pulled back, it leaves her entire outfit exposed: a simple black Skims dress, flowing to her ankles.

The classy, white Hermes slides on her feet show off her white French toes. A small white crossbody purse ties the dress with the shoes.

Yeah, she’s cute and all—Ajani would never deny her that. But even underneath the restaurant’s dim, multicolored lighting, he can see every detail of her body “hiding” beneath the thin, ribbed fabric.

Down to her fucking belly piercing.

His eyes flick up to look into hers. He’s staring hard.

“Finally!” Aleya screams.

She runs to meet the short woman halfway, throwing her arms around her. Sevyn is right behind her, doing the same.

The women hug each other and their bodies sway like palm trees in the wind. Ajani’s happy for them—Diamanté, at least. It’s been so long since she’s seen them.

However, the happiness is short lived.

Others seem to be enjoying the women’s show happiness, too. Ajani looks over them, catching a small group of guys watching them.

What hint of a smile that was on his face shrinks immediately.

“I missed you guys,” Dia tells them as she pulls back, covering her mouth.

“We need to go out more,” Sevyn says. “‘Cause not seeing each other for this long is fucking ridiculous.”

“I know,” she pouts.

“Girl, you look so fucking good—” A sharp gasp slices through Aleya’s sentence. She reaches out to grab Dia’s arm, pulling her forward to peer down her back. “Girl, your ass!”

Looking too, Sevyn’s mouth drops in shock. “Damn, bitch!”

Diamanté only laughs as she looks between her friends.

“It looks so fucking big,” Aleya says in awe. She looks over at Sevyn. “No, like deadass. Like it looks bigger.”

“How she get more ass and mine getting flatter?” Sevyn jokes.

“Drop the routine!” Aleya reaches behind Diamanté, grabbing a good handful of her ass. She sticks out her tongue.

Diamanté only laughs harder.

“Fuck a routine,” Sevyn declares. “Who you been fucking?” The interrogative expression on her face is intense.

“Oh my God,” she says, hand over her mouth as her smile only grows.

“It’s so heavy,” Aleya says in amazement, using both hands to lift her ass. Squeezing tightly, the dimpled skin can be seen through the fabric. “I can’t even hold it all, what the fuck!”

As the girls continue to laugh, Ajani only continues to watch the leering men.

It takes everything in him not to go towards the women and tell them to stop.

Playfully, Diamanté rolls her eyes. “You guys are chatting.”

“No, girl. Your shit is mad fat, like what the fuck?”

“Okay, okay,” Diamanté says. “Can we sit now?”

Sevyn purses her lips, eyeing her friend. “Mhm. Look at you, you just so tea. Like you come up in here glowing, ass fatter, face card on 10, inches—you just showing out tonight!”

“Facts,” Aleya agrees.

Finally, they return to the other half of the group. Diamanté breaks away from her girls to greet the guys.

“Wassup, Dia,” Mykel gives her a side hug.

“Hey,” she sings.

She pulls away to give Boku the same embrace.

“Hey, Dia.”

“Hi, Boku,” she smiles.

Boku and Ajani make eye contact for a split second. Quickly, Boku looks away just before pulling back.

Ajani doesn’t get the chance to really mug that nigga how he wants to as Diamanté makes her way over to him.

“Hiii,” her voice is much softer.

She’s trying to fight back a smile, he can tell. But, it’s too cute as her teeth slowly come into full display.

The corners of his mouth lift uncontrollably. “Hey.”

Wordlessly, she steps into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. His arms circle around her waist, pulling her body closer.

“Why you ain’t text me when you got here?”

His chest vibrates with each word. She can even hear the smile in his voice.

“I forgot.”

“Would’a came out and got you.”

She pulls away with a laugh, careful to keep their interaction brief enough so that they don’t get their friends started.

“Damn, Ajani. She wasn’t going nowhere.”

Clearly, that didn’t work.

His smile drops as his eyes flit over to Aleya, who wears a smug grin on her lips.

“Aight, now that all y’all niggas is here, I’ma see if we could check in for the table,” Boku announces.

He parts from the group to make his way to the hostess’ booth.

Conversation between the remaining five is quite mellow. Ajani finds himself standing back, only admiring Diamanté as she speaks.

Even when she’s quiet, he’s paying close attention to her body language and the way she reacts to things said.

“Let’s go,” Boku says as he rejoins the group.

“Thank you, God,” Aleya praises.

“Facts, these heels are killing my feet,” Sevyn complains as she starts after Boku.

As everyone else follows, heading towards the table, Ajani stays behind. Before Diamanté can catch up, he grabs ahold of her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“Hol’on, ‘cause I didn’t get a proper ‘hello.’”

He pulls her body back in close, missing the feel of her against him. He almost sighs when her soft body presses against his.

Diamanté allows herself to smile as big as she wants to. She angles her head up for a kiss. The gentleman he is, Ajani meets her halfway and presses his lips against hers.

A small peck isn’t enough, as he finds himself going back in for a couple more. And as he does so, he doesn’t resist the urge to reach behind her and cop a feel of her ass himself.

His lips plant mini smooches from her cheek all the way down to her neck. She turns her head to the side, giving him more access.

“You look mad good,” he says into her skin.

His muffled voice tickles her skin, pulling a bubbly giggle out of her. “You told me that already.”

“Aight, and I’m telling you again.” Ajani pulls back just far enough to look her in the eyes.

Damn, he really meant that shit. It’s almost unbelievable how bad she is. Sometimes he wonders how the fuck he was able to bag her.

“But I also told you not to come outside wearing no shit like this—“

She squeals as he lays a harsh smack to her ass, gripping the fat immediately after.

“Ajani!” She whisper-shouts, eyes wide with shock.

He only bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flitting past her to see the group of men from earlier still in the same spots.

Except this time, they’re glaring.

“Told you I ain’t want you showing off my shit like this.”

His other hand cradles her neck, squeezing just enough as he plants another smooch on her lips.

When he pulls back, he sees the inkling of a dazed look in her low eyes. Even from behind those big ass glasses.

“Okay,” she whines softly.

“Mmh.”

She begins to laugh, because she can definitely feel herself slipping into a mood.

“C’mon, before I fuck ya lil’ ass up out here.” His hands fall from her. “Got niggas looking at you all crazy.”

He holds his hand out for her to take. When she does, they make their way over to the table.

However, before they get close enough, they place some distance between themselves.

Conversation at the table is all smiles and laughter over their platters and drinks.

Speaking of drinks, no one at the table is too good to pass up a bit of alcohol. Not even those who drove here.

“See this? This right here?” Sevyn taps an acrylic nail to the glass of her fruity drink. “I’ma need me some more’a that!”

“Mhm,” Aleya hums, sipping on hers through the straw.

Liquor seems to bring the conversation out of the friends. But, Ajani refrains from specifically addressing Boku. And Diamanté finds herself becoming more and more quiet.

Even with her besties around her, she can’t seem to make herself speak. What can she say, when all of her thoughts are filled with Ajani? Definitely not anything that should be said out-loud.

At the very least, on a FaceTime call with just the girls.

Hiding behind her lemon drop, she watches him from across the table with low eyes. Every time he smiles, he does so just enough to give a peek at his grillz.

Fuck, he looks so good. He smells even better. And the way he was choking her up out there, smacking her ass—

No lie, it made her wet. Her clit was thumping for sure. The liquor isn’t helping as it’s bringing up memories.

Like how just a couple of nights ago, she was staying over at his apartment. It was a time.

Two shots of Don was all it took for her to end up on her tummy, getting dicked down.

He fucked her stupid that night. She almost wished she wasn’t on birth control. But that was just the liquor talking.

Her eyes flutter close as her thighs squeeze together. She has to take a deep breath.

“And Dia’s ass is already off the shits!”

A chorus of laughter sounds throughout the table, knocking her from her thoughts. As she looks around her, she offers a shy smile.

“Y’all some damn lightweights,” Sevyn continues to joke.

“I ain’t—look—I ain’t no fuckin’ lightweight,” Boku shouts, holding his glass up.

“Maaan,” Mykel gives him a look. “You better slow down, nigga.”

More laughter sounds. With the spotlight off of her, Diamanté’s thoughts circle back to Ajani.

And speaking of, he takes a sip of his alcohol to hide his smirk. He’s not oblivious, he could feel her staring this whole time.

Of course, it flatters him. If it’s one thing about Diamanté, it’s that she gets freaky off the liquor. And he can tell what’s running through her mind.

Because he’s thinking about the same thing. He’s just got to hold out for the rest of the night.

Leave it up to Boku to plan some weird ass shit. Who the fuck goes bowling after dinner and drinks?

Shit, at least the place serves drinks. And if Ajani was fucking with him right now, he’d commend him for at least picking a good spot.

The alley is surprisingly busy around this time, for it being almost eleven pm. It’s mostly dark in here, just like the damn restaurant.

Why doesn’t Boku ever pick places with good lighting?

“On my soul, I’m washing y’all niggas,” Aleya swears. She shoves a foot into the rented pair of shoes.

Mykel shakes his head, strapping up his pair. “Here she go.”

“Oh shit … I don’t got not socks, y’all.” The usual rasp in Sevyn’s voice is worse due to the drinks.

“Me neither,” Diamanté says, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she fans herself.

Not only is she just a bit horny, but she’s fucking hot. The only downside to drinking. She only hopes she doesn’t sweat her silk press out.

“There’s a booth that sells them,” Boku says.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ma play. I’ll just watch y’all,” she smiles.

“Ugh! Boringgg,” Aleya groans, throwing her head back.

Sevyn looks to Diamanté. “Okay, well, you could come with me while I buy my socks?”

She nods, prompting her to stand up.

“Can’t wait to wear them shoes. Fuck these heels, bro.” Sevyn holds on to her shoulder for support.

“Aye, if y’all get lost, call one’a us,” Ajani says. “It’s too many people in here tonight.”

“Sure thing, officer!” Sevyn scoffs.

Ajani gives her a scowl, and Dia gives him a short wave before the two of them are off.

“Damn, that’s a long ass line!” Sevyn scowls seeing the bodies fill the area.

“Oh my gosh,” Diamanté frowns.

“I do not wanna be standing on these fucking heels any longer!”

Kissing her teeth, she reluctantly joins the line, Dia in tow. As they wait, both women are scrolling through their phones trying to pass the time.

But it doesn’t take long for them to get to talking.

“If I ask you this question, you gonna be honest?”

Diamanté peers up from her screen to look at Sevyn. Her brows pull together in question. “Yeah?”

Sevyn eyes her for a moment. “You and Ajani fucking? Like—and be honest. Don’t lie to me girl, I hate that shit.”

A sigh leaves Diamanté. Clicking her phone off, she fully looks her friend in the eyes. “Yeah—“

“I knew it! I fucking knew iiit!” Sevyn jumps up and down on her supposedly aching feet. “Fuck! Since when?”

Trying to keep herself from smiling, she stays quiet.

A gasp. “It was after the party, wasn’t it?”

She nods, her smile growing.

They move up in the line.

“Bitch! I fucking—nah, ‘cause I checked your fucking lo’ and your ass was still there after we all left. Uh-uh, y’all so damn nasty.”

“Okay,” she rolls her eyes. “Don’t say anything about it. I’m still trying to … figure out a way to tell the others.” She frowns to herself.

Sevyn makes a face. “Girl, what you mean? Just drop the tea,” she laughs. “Shit, you could do it in the fucking chat. Matter fact, I don’t even think niggas really give a fuck. We all grown, Dia’. And it’s not like we all didn’t see it coming…”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes. “But, I just wanna tell ‘Leya at least, before I really … break the news.”

“Aight, I feel you.” Sevyn looks her over before breaking out into a dirty smile. “So he the reason your ass been getting fatter.”

“Oh my gosh.” She looks away from her, shaking her head.

“That’s fucking crazy. Who the fuck knew he was putting it down like that?”

Just before she can respond, her phone lights up with a message.

Jani: wya

U got lost ?

“Speak’a the fucking devil,” Sevyn says over her shoulder, spotting the message.

“Hush,” Dia laughs, typingout her response.

“I like how he ain’t even ask about me. So it’s just fuck me, then.”

“What if the ‘y’ means y’all?”

Sevyn rolls her eyes before her face settles. “But, at least he’s crazy about you. That’s all I want for you.”

Diamanté looks up at her friend with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“Mhm. I seen y’all at the restaurant.”

Her smile drops and her eyes widen just a bit. “Sevyn.”

“What?”

“If you saw why did you ask?”

She smirks. “I just wanted to see if you would lie.”

The shorter woman groans out.

“Yeah, ya lil’ ass is mad freaky, eewww.” She laughs obnoxiously. “Never thought I’d see you get choked up like that. Or him smacking ya shit—”

“Stop, please!” She hides her face in her hands.

“Oh, I just know he told you not to wear that shit,” she cackles. “You in trouble,” she sings. “That nigga had that crazy look in his eyes. Especially when he seen them niggas staring in the restaurant.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm,” she nods with crossed arms. “You just make sure you stay on his good side. Before I become an aunty too soon.”

Diamanté shoves her shoulder. “Don’t wish that on me.”

“Oh, bitch, I’m actually wishing that shit and more. You know I always wanted a little niece or nephew—even if ‘Jani’s annoying ass is the father.” She rolls her eyes.

“I rebuke kids,” she laughs. “Hell no.”

“Yeah, okay. If you say that, you better not tell me that y’all be fucking raw.”

Diamanté doesn’t say anything to that.

When the game commences, Diamanté is the only one to sit it out. And she’s having just as good a time as any.

Mykel had ordered wings for the group—lemon pepper and garlic Parmesan. Drinks, too, of course.

She nibbles on a couple of wings, courtesy of Ajani feeding them to her.

He’s had his fair share of extra drinks. And with each sip, he’s caring less and less about hiding shit from their friends.

Speaking of drinks, Dia’s been washing her food down with sips of water and gulps of fruity, alcoholic drinks. And she really should’ve stopped herself.

Because now she’s got to go to the bathroom.

“Nah, I dead gotta go, too,” Sevyn says.

“I’ma come with y’all.” Aleya gets on her feet.

“Damn, y’all just gonna pause the game like that?” Mykel says, biting into a wing.

“We’ll be back!” Aleya declares.

The women make their way over to the bathrooms, which—unsurprisingly—has a line.

“Fuuuck! All these fucking lines!” Sevyn groans, stomping her foot.

“I know,” Dia says, shifting in her spot as she holds her lower stomach. “I gotta go … so bad,” she huffs.

“I bet you the men’s bathroom not even full like that.”

Sevyn scoffs. “I’m not going to no niggas’ bathroom at a bowling alley. ‘Bouta smell like funky dick and straight piss in there.”

Dia laughs.

“But, shit, since we here…” Sevyn turns to her. “Tell her.”

Aleya looks to Diamanté.

“Oh, um … Ajani and I—“

“I fucking knew it!”

Sevyn throws her head back in laughter.

“Y’all could not hide that shit!” Her eyes are wide as she points back at their lane. “When I seen that nigga feeding you them wings, it was certified!”

“Bitch, you don’t even wanna know what I saw,” Sevyn says, clinging to her.

As she and Diamanté catch her up on everything, they inch closer to the bathroom door.

Diamanté tells them about the most recent date they’d been on together. And while it’s an interesting story, Sevyn can’t help but to feel eyes on them.

She turns her head, to see a group of men looking their way. They make eye contact, as it appears that they’re pushing their friend to make a move.

“Oh fuck no.”

Aleya and Diamanté look at her.

“Y’all, is that them niggas from the restaurant?”

They look over at the men, one of them immediately making eye contact with Dia.

“Please don’t tell me they about to come over here,” Aleya scowls. “Ugh, I hate niggas!”

She says it loud enough for them to hear. And yet, one of them is still making their way over.

Sevyn kisses her teeth. “Bruh.”

The guy making his way over has his eyes dead set on Diamanté. His long locs are pulled back into barrel twists and a mature beard sits on the lower half of his face.

His dangling cross earring makes Sevyn scoff. “This corny ass nigga,” she mumbles.

“Wassup,” he greets, only looking at Diamanté.

Rude, she thinks. Her nose wrinkles as the smell of weed fills the space.

“Hello to you, too,” Aleya sasses.

“My bad,” he laughs. “I just wanted to come talk to you,” he nods over at Dia.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“You fine as shit, I’m not even gonna cap,” he smiles, showing a gold canine tooth. “Not on no creep-shit, but I seen you at The Palacades and,” he shrugs. “Don’t hurt to try, right?”

“Proceeds to be on some creep-shit,” Sevyn says.

“Right,” Aleya agrees.

The two share a laugh, causing the man to glance at them. He doesn’t let that deter him, though.

“You … saw me there?” Diamanté asks, her face creasing with confusion.

“Yeah you and that guy.”

Now it’s Aleya’s turn to make a face.

“Hol’up,” Sevyn laughs, shaking her head.

“Y’know, I just wanted to shoot my shot. Like, you never know. Y’all might not even be serious—“

“Well, they are. And you’re mad weird for asking.” She twists her face up. “What the fuck? Nigga is you cool?”

“Hold on,” he says, turning to Sevyn. “I don’t remember asking about you. So, I don’t know why you tryna get involved.” He’s getting visibly irritated.

“She don’t have to,” Aleya steps in. “If you seen my friend with her nigga, why are you harassing her?”

Worry makes itself evident on Dia’s face. She’s not sure where this conversation is going to go. And she definitely forgot her pepper gel at home.

“‘Cause that corny ass move that nigga tried to do wasn’t shit,” he laughs. “He think smacking ya ass was gonna scare somebody off? I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” he laughs.

“Okay, no—“ Diamanté starts, but Sevyn is too quick to come to her defense.

“Get the fuck outta here, you weirdo ass nigga. She don’t want you!”

“She said that, though?”

“She ain’t say she wanted you neither,” Aleya says.

“Man, y’all bitches kill me.”

“Bitches?” They all say in unison.

“Yeah. It’s always the ugly ones talking the most shit—“

“Nigga you look like a fucking dog in the face yourself!” Aleya gets to pointing.

And as their voices climb, both sides growing more aggressive, Diamanté finds herself paralyzed with fear.

She is not sober enough for this.

Back at the lane, the guys keep themselves busy. Mykel cheats, taking the girl’s turns for them—and throwing horrendous gutter balls.

Meanwhile, Boku and Ajani are seated, munching on the leftover wings. Well, Ajani doesn’t eat as much as Boku, but he’s got a couple of bites in.

Neither of them address the other. And it’s … annoying.

Although Ajani is still upset about what was said, it sucks that this is how their first time hanging out in a minute has to be like this.

But he’s not a pussy. And he’s damn sure not speaking first.

A nudge to his shoulder brings him out of his phone. He looks up, seeing Boku stare at him.

“Yo, I’m sorry ‘bout earlier, bro. I should’ve never said that shit. I just be talking sometimes, you know that. And I be saying the wrong shit.”

“Mmh.”

“And Dia’s my friend. It’s not right’a me to be disrespecting her like that. If you want, shit, I’ll even apologize to her, too.”

Ajani watches him for a moment.

Their silence is broken by a shout from Mykel in the distance, cheering as he scores a strike.

“Nah … you ain’t gotta do that,” he finally says. “I respect the apology. But watch your mouth ‘bout her.”

Boku nods in understanding.

Silence falls over them again as the sounds of the alley machines, the music, people talking, and the arcade games fill the space.

Ajani almost feels himself dissociating again as his tipsy brain thinks. And one thing about him, is that his mouth runs.

Swallowing, he looks away from his friend. “Nah … you was right, though.”

Boku wears a questioning look on his face. “What you mean?”

It takes a second before Ajani finally looks at him. “We fucking with each other.”

He tries to conceal his excitement. But, he just can’t stop himself from dapping him up.

“My nigga—uh, no disrespect, though.”

Ajani shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Y’all better come play before I do your turns!”

“Nigga, fuck the game! Come over here, Jay got something to say!”

Reluctantly placing the ball back onto the rack, Mykel heads over to them.

“What you got to say?” He takes the last garlic Parmesan wing, earning a glare from Boku.

“Guess,” Boku says.

Mykel turns to Ajani, eyeing him. “You and Dia?”

He nods, earning another smile from their standing friend. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” he laughs. “You asked her?”

“Yeah,” Ajani says, keeping it short. But his smile says everything, as he reminisces on that night.

“When y’all got together?” Boku asks.

He kisses his teeth, feeling the liquor in his system. “Uh … at the party.”

Both men stare at him with wide eyes.

“Nigga—that’s almost six months!” Boku shouts.

“It’s no way y’all hid that shit for that long,” Mykel laughs.

“Wasn’t my idea,” Ajani says. “She over here, scared to say shit. But me—I’on give a fuck.” He scoffs. “I’a get her shit tatted, she keep fuckin’ with me,” he shakes his head, toying with the ends of a braid.

Boku and Mykel share a look, and a thought—this nigga is drunk.

Before either of them could voice it, however, Sevyn’s raspy ass voice enters their ears.

“Y’all hear that shit?” Mykel asks, twisting and turning to find the source of the voice.

“Why the fuck she yelling?” Boku asks, looking for her, too.

“How they still not back from the bathroom?”

It’s Ajani that spots her first—in a nigga’s face.

“Yo,” he says, sitting up, more alert than ever.

The guys notice, too. And it doesn’t take long for Ajani to get out of his seat. He’s the first to make it over there. And immediately he’s hit with the smell of weed.

“What’s going on?”

He immediately looks to Diamanté, who has discomfort written all over her face.

“Hell no, come get this nigga,” Aleya shout, pointing at the man.

Ajani watches him back up an inch as he raises his hands in defense. As he stares at the guy, he finds him just a tad bit familiar.

“What’s the issue?”

“It’s no issue, bro—“

“Clearly, it is!” Sevyn cuts in. “‘Cause you was throwing that ‘bitch’ word around a lot—“

“Look, I was just tryna get at your friend,” he says, pointing to Diamanté.

Ajani’s brows furrow as he looks between her and the guy.

“She don’t want you,” Aleya screams.

Then it clicks; This guy was apart of that group that caught themselves staring Diamanté down.

“Go back to your fuckin’ group,” Ajani says. “You a fuckin’ cornball,” he spits.

“Bum ass nigga—and he stink!” Aleya points at him.

“Man, get the fuck outta here, she don’t need no other nigga.”

Ajani steps forward as he speaks, the other man stepping back.

“Aight, my fault—“

“It was. The fuck?” Sevyn says.

Finally, the man walks off, leaving the friends alone once more. The women seem to let out a sigh of release, and Diamanté seems to cling to Ajani’s side.

“That fucking weirdo. Shit just pissed me off I don’t even wanna pee no more.” Sevyn crosses her arms, her anger slow to dissipate.

“No, I’m still gonna use the bathroom,” Aleya scoffs.

“Me too.”

Diamanté’s quiet voice grabs their attentions, especially Ajani’s.

His brows furrow. “Nah, you could use the bathroom home.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“Yeah, fuck all this shit. We going.”

“Ajani—“

He shakes his head. “Nah, I’on give a fuck. That nigga got me fucked up.”

Aleya and Sevyn share a knowing look.

“Tell ‘em niggas we gone,” he says, taking up Diamanté’s hand.

Too tipsy to really object, she tells her friends ‘goodnight,’ promising to text them tomorrow.

Sevyn and Aleya’s farewells are drowned out by their quickly increasing distance and the overall loudness of the alley.

When they finally make it outside, the cool breeze of tonight hits her clammy skin. She squeezes his hand tighter.

“Fuckin’ bum ass nigga—I knew I seen him.”

She peers up at him, his eyes staring off into the distance as he speaks his thoughts.

“Should’a fucked him up, if I’m being honest.”

When they reach his car, Ajani opens the passenger door for her. She climbs inside, relieved to be off her feet.

But before he closes the door, he bends down to look her in the eyes.

“You good?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“He didn’t touch you or nothing?”

“No, Ajani. I’m good.”

With a nod, he shuts the car door and walks over to his side before sliding behind the wheel.

The drive to his apartment is quiet for the first few minutes. Even his music plays low over the speakers.

She watches his side profile, noting the lowness of his eyes and the way his shoulders sag.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes don’t leave the road, but his brows furrow. “For what?”

She only shrugs, the small action enough to garner his attention for just a second.

“You ain’t do shit. That nigga was just a creep.”

“Yeah,” she exhales.

“Shit, but I definitely shouldn’t be driving right now.” He drags a hand down his face. “Just tryna get in my fuckin’ bed.”

Licking her lips, Diamanté busies her hands by toying with her phone. “Are you really tired?”

He gives her a quick side eye as a lazy smile presents on his face.

“Depends … what you tryna do?”

She looks forward at the nearly empty road ahead of them. Then she shrugs.

“Yeah, I seen the way you was looking at me back at the restaurant... Lil’ freaky ass.”

She laughs just a bit. “It’s been a couple days … what do you expect?”

He scoffs, leaning back in his seat as he leaves one hand on the wheel. “You really sumn else,” he says low, rubbing his chin.

Chewing on her lower lip, she stares at him as a thought brews in her head. Her silence cause him to look her way.

“What you thinkin’ ‘bout over there?”

She releases her bottom lip. Her eyes drop to his lap.

“Can I touch it?”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Could do whatever you want … it’s yours.”

With caution, she slowly reaches over the console and spreads her hand over his lap. She traces the barely-hard length through his jeans.

He retains his composure even as he struggles to focus on driving properly.

“You smelled so good today,” she whispers.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “So fucking good. She laughs softly, pulling a smile out of him.

The more she rubs up on him, the harder he gets. She licks her lips and reaches over with the other hand to unbutton his jeans and zip them down.

She slips a hand between the layer of his jeans and his boxers, feeling him up through the thin fabric.

“When we was at the restaurant, I was thinking of last weekend, when I stayed over.”

Cradling the underside of his dick, her thumb swipes over his fat tip. Excitement races through her as she feels every curve of the mushroom-shaped head.

A faint twitch makes her smile bigger.

“How you was fucking me.”

Her voice slightly lifts at the end of her sentence, as if the thought alone was enough to get her going.

He found that shit so sexy.

Her thumb continues to rub circles into him. However, she also begins to squeeze him in her palm.

Ajani shifts in his seat, his legs widening on their own.

“Fuck, you were so deep, baby.”

She’s squeezing him harder, her little hand working his tip.

“So fucking deep—“

He barely hears the tiny moan that slips out. It takes his attention off of the road for a couple of seconds.

Just long enough for him to catch her with her other hand now between her own legs, dress hiked up around her waist.

He quickly looks away. The sight sends another rush of blood to his dick, and she can feel it as he pulses in her hand.

As one of her hands feels along his length, the other presses against the seat of her damp panties. The pressure pulls a shiver out of her.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps, quietly. “Fuck, I still have to pee.” Her thighs clamp around her wrist as she remembers her plight.

He glances at her again, trying to fight the melting of his brain as she continues to get him off.

“Keep going.”

His raspy voice catches her off guard.

“W-what?”

He licks his lips and swallows, taking a turn onto a major roadway. “Keep touching yourself.”

“I still have to pe—“

“Hold it.”

Her silence earns another look her way.

“I mean it, too. Just got this shit detailed … so don’t fuck up my seats.”

The gentleness of his voice makes her clench.

His head almost falls back when a tight pressure surrounds his balls. It’s hard to keep his eyes open.

Kicking off her sandal, Diamanté pulls a leg up onto the seat. Her French-tipped toes dig into the shiny, smooth leather as she opens herself up wider.

She rubs herself through her thin panties with a full hand. As she falls into a rhythm, both of her hands sync together as she pleasures both herself and Ajani.

Her legs open up even wider as she changes from using her full hand to just her middle and ring fingers.

Pushed together, she rubs slow, sloppy circles over her clit. The swollen bud pulses, pushing through her thick folds and even creating a small bump through the thin material.

Her wrist aches, but she doesn’t stop. Her pussy clenched repeatedly and her breathing grows unsteady.

Slow, lazy blinks come before her eyes roll back closed. She whimpers to herself.

Ajani tries not to swerve as his brain tries to focus on two things at once. But, he can’t stop his hips from fucking into her hand—even if just a little bit.

Diamanté sends three, solid smacks to her pussy. Upon the third one, her thigh snap shut and her eyes squeeze closed. Her mouth hangs open as her body freezes.

Before she can stop it, her body lets loose for a split second. Just a tiny stream lets out, creating a small soak-spot into her underwear. Immediately, she regains control, stopping her release.

The pace she’d been able to keep up falters as she grows weak from her own hand.

“Keep going,” he tells her.

She shakes her head first. “I … I can’t.”

“Dia—“

“I can’t, I can’t—“

“Move ya hand.”

He pries her thighs open with his free hand, and snatches hers from between them.

He replaces her with his touch, cupping the fat mound before sliding his fingers against her. He feels the small wet spot, and it makes his dick harder.

“Told you to hold it.” He lays a smack down on her clit, and her legs try to close around his arm.

A louder moan leaves her this time. But, she holds it as best as she can.

“And keep squeezing my shit,” he says, his voice deep and heavy with lust.

Mewling, she gives her focus to his dick. Rubbing and squeezing it. And when that’s no longer enough, she pulls him out of his boxers.

“Shit…” he exhales in relief.

The hot, length stands stiff in both of her hands. Dribbles of precum run down his length. She’s quick to swipe it up as she twists both hands over him, pulling at the veiny skin.

“Mmh … fuck, baby. J-just like that.”

Ajani doesn’t let that distract him, however. Hand between her legs, he rubs his middle finger over her protruding clit.

She almost cries out as he neglects to touch her, keeping her underwear between them.

His pointer finger drops down to join the middle. And he pinches her bud. She yelps out.

“Hold it,” he says, pinching harder. “Hold it.”

Her head falls back as she cries out. The dam is about the break, she can feel it.

Her body goes numb for half a second, and then she feel the wet spot spread just a tiny bit bigger.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming—“

He cups her once more, feeling her clench down on nothing in his hand. The pink G-string clings to her lips, conforming to their shape.

Her hands freeze around his dick, unable to focus on him as she tries to keep herself from finishing completely over his seats.

“We almost there … almost there,” he soothes, turning into his building’s parking lot.

After regaining her composure, Dia tucks him back in his pants and zips him back up.

Ajani removes his hand as he parks in his designated spot, giving her the chance to fix herself.

When they get out the car, it’s a bit of relief. However, Ajani still has to make it to his apartment without being caught with this boner.

Watching Dia walk ahead of him to get into the main building, he gets an idea.

It’s hard to concentrate as they stand there waiting for the elevator. There’s no one in the lobby, but that doesn’t make her any less nervous.

Standing, her backside pressed to his front, she feels his dick poking at her.

Ajani’s so hard, it almost aches. He kisses his teeth, and his hand on her hip squeezes harder.

“Where this fuckin’ elevator at? Not tryna be waiting here all night.”

As he talks, his hips move just a bit, pushing his dick harder into the fat of her ass. It’s not helping, honestly.

But, much to her relief, the elevator finally arrives with a sharp ding. They walk in and Ajani is quick to press the button to the eleventh floor.

It seems like time slows as the shaft achingly climbs the floors. Dia doesn’t get to watch the numbers change as a hand comes around her neck and squeezes—her eyes flutter shut.

“Can’t wait to ruin yo shit,” he whispers in her ear. “Have you bouncing on my dick.”

She moans softly as his hand tightens.

He sucks his teeth. “Matter fact—“

It must be the liquor that has him doing this, and what’s got her letting it happen.

In one second, she’s bent over, her hands bracing the wall before her as he stands behind.

“Should just fuck ya lil’ ass in here.”

He smacks her left cheek before rutting into her. He spreads her ass with both hands, rubbing his clothed dick into her core.

“O-oh fuck,” she whimpers. The friction has her legs trembling.

“Keep fuckin’ moaning,” he pants, fucking against her. His eyes almost roll back and his balls tighten in his pants.

“Baby—“

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tries to keep quiet … and from cumming.

Backing up just an inch, he instead holds her by her waist and bounces her hard against him. She almost wails, her pussy craving to be filled.

But her torture ends soon as the elevator dings again, announcing their arrival to the eleventh floor. They waste no time getting out and making their way to his front door.

When they come to it, he hands her his keys as he remains behind her. She almost fumbles them, her hands shaking.

He grabs onto her hips again, gripping tightly.

“Hurry up … you’on feel that?”

The gravel of his voice makes her shiver, and the way his dick is pressed into her ass almost makes her eyes roll back.

His face drops into the crook of her neck and shoulder to press a kiss into her warm skin.

“He missed you, baby.”

The slight slur in his voice drives her crazy. But, not more than the way he presses his hips harder against her.

Click, the door goes as she finally unlocks it. The rush of air that hits them as she pushes it open is refreshing. It clears her senses for just half-a-second before her brain is plunged back into a hot pool of lust.

Ajani’s got his hands on her, spinning her around to press a wet kiss onto her lips. A heavy moan slips out of her as he squeezes her throat.

He sucks on her tongue like it’s his only lifeline, enjoying the taste of her spit too much.

His free hand encircles her waist and heads down to grip as much fat as it could.

The burn of his grip has her clenching in her panties. He pulls out of the kiss just to look her in the eyes.

“Take this stupid ass dress off before I rip it.”

His grip on her throat tightens and she feels herself go dumb a little bit. She nods.

He lets go of her completely, just to watch her pull the black dress over her head.

All she’s got on is that tiny ass, pink G-string, no bra. The fabric is drenched with a wet stain as it clings to her. And her lips are damn near spilling out of it.

“Not even gonna be able to walk when I done with you,” he mumbles, staring at her as he squeezes his dick through his pants.

“Wait, I wanna do something else first.”

Diamanté’s gaze drops to the hard outline of his dick—so thick and long.

“Yeah?” He looks at her with low eyes, paying keen attention to the outline of her fat pussy. “What you tryna do?”

She starts towards him, walking slow.

“I wanna suck it.”

His brows lift as an inkling of a smile is on his lips. “Oh, word?”

“Yeah.”

She stops right before him. A gentle push to his chest sends a big enough of message—he falls back onto his couch. And his eyes follow her as she gets down on her knees before him.

She crawls to him, sitting between his legs. Even pushes them apart wider. He almost shivers at her delicate touch on his knees.

“Would you let me?”

She blinks up at him as her hands snake their way up his thighs and into his lap. He slips further down into the couch, biting his lip as he watches her undo his pants for the second time tonight.

She gets a peek of those grills again, and she just finds them so sexy.

“Awe shit, baby, you could do whatever you want…”

His aid comes as he lifts his hips as she drags the heavy denim down his legs. Drunken giggles pour out from her lips as she eyes his print through his boxers.

Even through the thin fabric, the familiar heat of her palm makes his dick twitch. He has to stop himself from humping into her hand as she grips along his length.

Her laughter melts away as she watches his face with a luring smile.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

He almost doesn’t even hear her soft voice. But when he does, he looks down and notices the dark spot on his boxers.

“Shit … that’s all you,” he mumbles. His eyes bore into her as she pulls him out of his underwear.

He’s stiff and heavy in her hand. Her smaller fingers squeeze him just a bit tighter, a weak attempt at trying to get a better grip on him.

It amuses him, seeing how the tips of her fingers don’t even meet when they’re around him.

The warmth blossoming under his skin goads her to run a fist over his length.

“You know how to do it?” he asks her.

She nods before looking back up at him. Looking into his eyes, she can tell that he’s fighting to stay present.

But with the liquor in both their systems, and lust running through their bodies, she can understand how difficult that must be for him.

“You don’t gotta … take it all,” he swallows.

His thigh twitches; Her tongue laves against the underside of the warm, soft tip. She holds him as she circles her tongue around the head, shining it with her spit.

“Fuck,” he hisses softly, body melting into the couch cushions.

She brushes her tongue against him, picking up a perfect bead of precum just as it dribbles out.

He inhales, shifting in the seat. “Spit on my shit.”

Puckering her lips, she spits it back out on his tip and spreads it across his skin.

“Yeah,” he breathes out.

Holding him at the base, she takes his head back into her mouth. His stomach swoops and his breath stutters.

Diamanté almost giggles, feeling his tip pulse in her mouth. She pulls off of him with a pop.

She repeats the action a couple of more times, going pop … pop … pop! She enjoys too much how he groans above her.

“Stop playing, baby, c’mon.”

The sound of him begging makes her clit pulse.

“Okay, okay,” she says softly, batting her lashes up at him.

Taking a deep inhale, she places her mouth back over the head. Slackening her jaw, she slowly descends his length.

“Awe … shiii,” he stares down at her in shock.

Already, her jaw aches, having to accommodate his size. She gets about halfway.

“Mmmh.”

The vibration of her hums make his toes curl. He jumps with a hiss. The movement gags her, and the sound only arouses him.

“T-take your time, baby—“ he grunts. “You don’t gotta—“

He chokes on his own words as he watches her continue to swallow him with a bit of effort. The sight has him clutching the couch cushions.

Her throat constricts around his dick as she bottoms out. She nuzzles her nose against the small bush of dark curls at his base.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, shifting his hips a bit.

Her eyes flutter close as she relishes the heavy weight her throat holds. His dick twitches, pulling a soft gag out of her.

He loves the sound.

Spit seeps from her mouth, dripping down his length. Trying to swallow around him is difficult.

Carefully, she lays her head against his open lap. She exhales through her nose, trying to relax as she suckles on him.

It’s almost addicting, having his dick stuff her mouth to the brim. She’s content … until she remembers her own arousal.

Her knees burn, but nevermind that. She brings a hand between her thick thighs, whimpering as she caresses herself.

The pads of her fingers slide back and forth over the soaked scrap of fabric covering her pussy.

Her thighs clench around her wrist. But still, she continues, sliding the tips of her acrylic nails against her aching pearl.

He watches her eyes open for just a second, only to showcase how they roll back. Her shoulders twitch.

“You touchin’ yourself?”

She barely nods as another twitch rakes throughout her body.

The already wet patch of her panties grows warmer as she leaks more arousal. Her fingers rub harder and her pussy spasms.

“Mmh—“

She whines around his dick, and his hips stutter.

“So fuckin’ nasty,” he groans. “Like my dick in your mouth.”

Another whimper.

Peeling a hand from the armrest of the couch, Ajani reaches for her straightened hair and gathers it in a tight ponytail.

“Relax your throat,” is his only warning.

Long, slow strokes have her gagging on him. The back or her throat makes wet clicks as his dick fucks the back of her throat.

Tears bubble in Diamanté’s eyes as her head bobs. Shaky fingers push her soaked panties to the side as she rubs through her sticky, creamy folds.

“Look so fuckin’ good like this,” he says through gritted teeth.

She plays in her mess, webs of cream sticking to the pads of her fingers and her pink clit.

His hold around her hair tightens and his pace quickens. Her gags become harsher and louder as he face-fucks her.

A squeal sounds at the back of her throat as she DJs herself quickly. Her chest stutters as it gets harder to breathe with her choking on him.

Her body tightens then releases; She sprays against her fingers and the hardwood floor. The hard stream catches his ears, making him sit up to watch.

The whites of her eyes are the only things that show as she cups herself between her legs.

A gooey mess of her spit and his precum drip down his balls and even her face, droplets falling on her bare chest.

“Shit, baby … awe shit,” he groans, head thrown back and mouth dropped open.

His stomach clenches as his brows pull together.

“I’m bout’a … c-cum—fuck.”

He pushes her head all the way down, holding her there as he fucks up into her. She tightens her throat around him, sending him over the edge.

Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, sending her pulling off of him in a coughing fit.

When she calms, she pulls her hand from between her shaking thighs. It’s messy with the remnants of her cream and squirt.

She wraps it around him and spits his cum back on his dick.

It’s a bubbly, frothy mess. She jerks him off, milking him for the rest of his release as she mixes their cum and her spit together.

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he rasps, his body sagging against the chair.

The squelches of her fist over his dick is music to their ears. Her hand glides with ease as she squeezes him tighter.

“Beatin’ my shit so good.”

Breathy laughter pours out of her as she sticks out her tongue and flattens it. Staring into his low eyes, she taps his dick against the bed of her tongue.

She slides the pink muscle against him before flicking it twice against his leaky slit. He shivers beneath her, and she feeds off the reaction.

Taking his head back into her mouth, she sucks on it with her lips as she digs out his slit with her tongue.

He’s a whining mess as she overstimulates him.

“Fuck baby … fuuuck baby—fuck babyy—“

Ajani’s head falls back against the cushions and his eyes roll back. He opens his mouth to cry out:

“F-fuuuuuck—“

Lifting from him quickly, she taps him against her tongue as he erupts. His cum paints the pink muscle in white ropes.

“So good,” she hums, still tugging at him.

His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. His ears ring and his vision’s got dots.

It takes him too long to return back to earth, as if she had hard reset him.

But, that’s not where their night ends—far from it, actually.

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bxeckersz · 11 months ago

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LUNCH | kate martin x female!reader

summary: the girls wanna go out for lunch but kate decides to have a snack before…

warnings: smut (straight filth), p eating (r! receiving), language, mommy kink

“I could eat that girl for lunch. Yeah, she dances on my tongue.”

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Kate had invited her team to our house today since the girls had an off day. It was rare that they had any off days so we always made sure to do something.

“guys we should go out to lunch” Gabbie suggested. I was sitting on the couch, my legs draped over Kate’s lap as she slowly rubbed on my thighs.

The whole team was over at me and Kate’s house right now. Like the whole team. Most of the girls were sprawled on the floor watching their phones or making TikToks.

“We should” Jada and Caitlin said at the same time causing the room to erupt into laughter. “Bro, ya’ll are literally twins” I laughed. “I know right. My evil twin right here” Jada said as she interlocked arms with Caitlin.

The girls started to get up, grabbing their bags and stuff. “Kate, Y/n? are ya’ll coming?” Kennise said, grabbing her phone. “Uhm. Yeah. we’ll just meet you guys there” Kate said, causing me to look up.

“Alright” Molly said. With that everyone walked out of the door. “Why didn’t we leave with them?” I said, curiosity filling my tone in voice.

Kate just smirked and pulled me onto her lap, kissing me intensely. Her hands roamed my body, eventually going down to grab my ass.

“Kate. in- Lets go in the room.” I managed to get out in between kisses. “mhm” She nodded. She picked me up, my legs wrapping around her waist as we walked into our room.

She put me down on the bed, going on top of me. Her kisses roamed my body going from my lips to my neck. “Kate” I moaned out. “don’t. Don’t leave any hickeys.”

“mhm” she hummed against my skin. “let’s hurry up, hm?” Kate whispers, her voice low and husky. I nod eagerly.

“let’s take these off” She said, pulling my shorts and panties off. “So wet for me, ma.” She said, attaching her lips to my pussy.

“oh fuck” I moan out, gripping kate’s hair. I feel her smirk against me, speeding up her movements. “you taste so good” She hummed against my pussy.

“faster, kate. please” I moan out. “so needy” She rasped, moving her tongue faster. “kate. fuck. oh yes” I moan. she looked up at me, making eye contact as her tongue slid into me, finding the right spot.

“shit. right there.” I moan out, grinding my hips against her face. “fuck. feels so good. so good.” I moan. “Doing so good, baby” kate said, repeatedly hitting the same spot.

“fuck. i’m gonna cum.” I moan as my legs begin to shake, tightening my thighs around her head. “go ahead, ma. cum for me” Kate said, moving faster. Her words combined with that tongue of hers sent me over edge.

That tight knot in my stomach snapped. “oh fuck. mommy.” I moaned as i came. Kate smirked, looking up at me as she helped me ride my high out.

I felt her phone buzz from the side of me so i grabbed it, throwing it to her, very out of breath. “yeah?” Kate said, licking her lips.

“Bro, hurry the hell up.” Caitlin said. “aight, aight. we’re coming.” Kate said, out of breath. were ya’ll fucking or something? like why are you so out of breath?” Kennise said, popping her head into the phone.

“Bro. get the fuck off my phone. text me the restaurant you guys went to. we’re on the way” Kate said, hanging up. “We gotta go, baby. and you gotta fix that” Kate said, pointing to my shaking legs.

“Bro. shut up.” I said, getting up to get clothes out. “Watch that mouth of yours” Kate said. “shit. I’m so full off of eating you for lunch, i don’t know if i’m gonna get anything.” Kate added, laughing slightly.

I just rolled my eyes at her comment, walking into the bathroom to get ready.

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thanks for reading all the way through, as alwaysss!! guys this might be shit I literally rushed through this 😭😭.

anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

#basketball #wlw #cute #read please #wlw post #iowa wbb #caitlin clark #kate martin fic #kate martin #kate martin smut #smut #Spotify

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parker-artio · 1 month ago

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Do you think the Batkids shovel talk their siblings SO’s?

So I’m personally a multi shipper and can’t pick just one for these things. But Duke & Izzy, and Tim & Bernard, are both cannon, so there the relationships I’ll stick to.

But StephCass I will be including because atp in the comics they’re flirting with one another with their eyes and so much more. (They’re so gay for each other it makes me sick to my stomach)

(Ps. I wanted to add Damian and Flatline but I had 0 idea how to go about that, so this is what relationships you get instead)

Duke minding his own business in his room on FaceTime with Izzy: Hey, just a sec I need to go to the bathroom, I’m gonna leave you here.

Izzy studying or something in her room: okay.

Duke leaves:

Izzy sitting there continuing what she was doing when she suddenly sees the phone get moved: Duke?

Damian who just snuck into Dukes room and snatched the phone off of his bed for Jason, Cass, Tim, and him to all talk to Izzy: I’m not Thomas.

Izzy, confused but rolling with the punches: Clearly? Where are you taking me,

Damian: …

Izzy: hello?

Damian: somewhere.

Izzy totally not suspicious and confused: okay…

-Insert Duke’s phone propped up on a chair with the four siblings surrounding the cameras view, the lights all off and a light from below being the only source Izzy can see of them-

Izzy: I swear that there’s a missing one of you…

Damian: Richard is busy

Cass: also, little brother and him aren’t on good terms right now.

Izzy nodding, her previous task discarded: ‘Aight bet. So what’s up?

Tim snapping into detective mode: Where were you on the night of-

Jason cutting him off: Not doing that.

Jason: What are your intentions with Little wing?

Izzy unfamiliar with the nickname: …who?

Cass: little brother.

Izzy: Ah- okay.

Damian: do not deflect!

Izzy: my bad, uh, nothing too serious or crazy. Just… casual. But not like- casual, just… Y’know simple? Hard to explain. I care about him and-

Tim: okay. We get it.

Cass: How about-

Duke walking in and flicking on the lights revealing they’re just in a very unlit kitchen: Dude.

Tim and Damian simultaneously: It was Cass’s idea!

Duke: Cass!

Cass: Liars! It was a group conclusion!

Duke grabbing his phone: Never touch my phone again- that goes for all of you- and pass the message onto Dick.

Jason: yep. Okay. Fair.

Izzy: wait no let them finish, I was invested.

Duke: no!

Izzy did in fact pass the shovel talk. All of them liked how she matched the energy. Duke hated them all for it.

But for Steph’s they had to get more creative since she already knew all of them- some of them even longer than she’s known Cass.

Steph in the batcave after a long patrol, walking back out from changing out of her suit and seeing the cave is completely empty and silent: …

Steph after having checked everywhere and seeing no one: Hello?

-Steph leaving the cave and going upstairs just to get a bag thrown over her head and get dragged somewhere-

Steph already exhausted the bag still on her head, but knowing what’s going on: Guys this is so dumb.

Jason with his red hood helmet on and using the voice modulator to his advantage: We have to have a talk…

Steph: You’re not scaring me Jason.

Jason: I am not Jason- I am the ghost offf… of-

Dick whispering to him: the ghost of your guilty conscience

Jason: THE GHOST OF YOUR GUILTY CONSCIENCE!

Steph who very clearly heard Dick: oh so scary.

Tim: okay this isn’t working.

Tim ripping the bag off of her head: This is the shovel talk.

Steph: I figured.

Jason taking off the helmet: were you at least a little scared?

Steph: Where’s Damian and Duke? Were they not included?

Tim: They’re distracting Cass.

Steph: makes sense.

Dick: yeah… this was mostly for fun. We trust you already.

Jason: yeah…

Steph: I won’t be a bad girlfriend. I plan on marrying the girl.

Tim: wow, wouldn’t let Bruce be fatherly to you in anyway them turned around and said you’d willing marry into the family?

Steph: ironic I know.

Steph passed. No doubts. They couldn’t exactly fail her. She’d talk to Bruce about what they do if she did. And Bruce would not be okay with that. He’d be all Bat-Dad-Bruce mad about it.

For Bernard they had a lot of fun.

Bernard relaxing at home after a long day of work: Hey, Tim.

Silence.

Bernard: Tim?

Silence.

Bernard: Tim are you here?

Silence.

Bernard: I don’t know why I asked that.

Bernard leaving his room and walking out to see Dick, Jason, Duke, Cass and Damian all on the couch playing a game of phase ten together: Oh.

All of them looking over simultaneously:

Bernard: wow. Uh, Tim didn’t say you’d be visiting but that’s okay. Want something to eat? Or something to drink?

Cass: What are your intentions?

Bernard: Uh… Y’know what…. I just remembered that I have extra work to do.

Damian: Do not deflect Dowd.

Bernard: Sorry… just, don’t wanna answer invasive questions.

Duke: Too bad.

Bernard nodding: well, my intentions are sweet. I love your brother…

Jason: Gross.

Bernard: …

Dick: Are you going to continue?

Bernard: This feels more like an intervention than a shovel talk.

Duke: that’s entirely possible.

Bernard passed with flying colors.

Does this feel possible? Yes. Not in cannon. But to me. To me it feels possible.

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promblums · 1 year ago

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I know I haven't played a pokemon game in a while but god DAMN is the Scarlet/Violet final boss cool.

Like, you've known since like minute two that something is up with Professor Sada / Turo, but you get down to the bottom of this huge canyon expecting oh, the professor made a robot clone of their mind but it went cRaZy and the real professor is tied up somewhere. No.

The robot professor, it turns out, was the rational one of the two of them, watching as the person in whose image it was created slips further and further into obsession. It turns out that everything good you've seen in the AI Professor, THAT was the machine. The real Professor has been deeply bitter and increasingly misanthropic, extending way, way back into Arven's childhood, and maybe even before.

Said real professor is dead. Like, dead-dead. Real human dead. Not only that, they were murdered trying to protect one -raidon from another, one that attacked with full intent to kill. Was this a last, selfless act? Or was the professor so devoted to their work that they would die to protect it? We never get that context. It's gone. Have fun in therapy, Arven.

So then the AI Professor leads you to the time machine, looks you straight in the eye, and says, "Can I say 'you have to kill me' in a pokemon game? No? Aight, cool, so to shut down the time machine, I need you to 'not' kill me. Because I'm gonna try to 'not kill' you first."

And then they get lifted 200 feet into the air on a spire of glowing onyx beneath what I can only describe as a technological halo of malice, and they just start breaking the rules of pokemon. Like, they don't get down there and challenge you, ooh, I'm gonna fight ya for the future of poketmans. They stand on the prow of a pitch black heaven and drop living paradoxes on you. You typically get 1, maybe 2 master balls per game; Sada/Turo has an unending supply, perpetually pouring from the godseye above them. They don't even throw them. They just open their hand and let this rain of high-level pokemon fall out.

This is not a pokemon battle. This is you, an insect, being crushed by an uncaring god.

You get the feeling that, were it not hardcoded in by some earlier version of the professor who still had some respect for pokemon tradition, there's no way the possessed AI Professor would respect the 'only 6 pokemon' rule. And they don't! You somehow beat the odds, and you get all of five seconds to think you did something before the Paradise Protection Protocol kicks in and starts the battle right back up again.

And locks your pokeballs shut.

And sends out the -raidon that, as was previously established, has killed a human being before.

This is my favorite part of this fight, because up until now, we've been acclimating to the twist that the real Professor was deeply selfish, to the point of all but abandoning their own child.

Right before the fight, the AI Professor explains that they're going to get overpowered by the security system when you try to shut down the machine. Given the real Professor's obsessive nature, you're led to associate the security system with some remnant of the real professor, and once it takes over, the game starts getting fucky about the identity of the mind in the robot. Is this AI Turo/Sada, but with their free will turned off? Turo/Sada's mind imprinted over the robot's? Some weird emergent mind from the main computer?

Right after you beat the first fight, the 'fair' fight, you get this moment where the roboprofessor is glitching out hard, and its name changes from "AI Sada / AI Turo" to "Professor Sada / Turo?" RIGHT as it starts to express feelings, real feelings toward Arven, look how tall he's gotten, how proud of him they are. We can't know how the real professor felt about their son, but its all the things Arven always wanted to hear. Is it the robot, trying to be kind? Confused? Or is this a fragment of the real professor's mind bleeding through?

But at the same time, the Paradise Protection Protocol kicks in, which is also implied to be some sort of mind-imprint from the Professor, and tries to kill all four of the main kids to ensure the safety of the Professor's machine.

So, we've got two machines, both of incomprehensible power, fighting over the fate of time itself, and each one set up to be a reflection of a person we will never meet.

Which one do you think the professor was most like?

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #Sada #Turo

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shantechni · 5 months ago

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Natsume's Fear of Thunder

I'm gonna be honest, this can hardly be considered an analysis. It's more of a "sporadic and unnecessarily deep observation" of how Natsume's astraphobia has been presented in the series over the years, both in the anime and in the manga. So, please for the love of God take all of this with a grain of salt.

Yes, I'm using the term "phobia" very loosely, but I'm not about to get into that rn. Natsume has an irrational fear and strong dislike of thunder, that's an undeniable truth.

Before I dive in, I'd like to briefly explain why, of all the little bits of information Midorikawa has given us about Natsume, this one is the one to ceaselessly bump around in my brain like a DVD logo. This series is not in the horror genre (it's serialized in LaLa DX after all), but it does get suspenseful, and pretty disturbing depending on whatever topic it touches or the types of situations the characters may find themselves in. I don't fault anyone, particularly Natsume, for growing up with valid fears and preconceived misconceptions about most youkai; they can sound scary, they can look scary, and they can do some scary stuff if they really feel up to it.

That's why I'm so fascinated to see Natsume develop and still harbor an irrational fear for something like the everyday phenomena of storms. He's landed himself in all sorts of trouble and has come face to face with many beings, both natural and supernatural, who didn't have his best interests in mind, and yet the clap of thunder somehow keeps its spot on the list of things that has him scared stiff.

Aight, spoilers for both the anime and the manga beyond here, you've been warned👏🏽

Our first introduction to Natsume's fear is near the beginning of chapter 42, when he and Tanuma accidentally stumble across Taki's home while seeking shelter from a sudden shower. He questions how Nyanko-sensei ended up at her home as well and the youkai, much to Natsume's visible dismay, cheekily explains:

That doesn't end up happening since the rain remained light until its swift end, and the mention of Natsume's fear is glossed over rather quickly to save him the embarrassment, but it's an interesting mention made by Midorikawa nonetheless since it adds another layer to whatever image the audience has of Natsume and the series itself. Nyanko-sensei, having been around this kid long enough to know a lot of his vulnerabilities and insecurities (even the ones his dreams unwittingly reveal to the youkai), has seen and grown accustomed to a side of him that the audience had yet to be formally introduced to for once.

Right about now, you may be wondering how the anime adapted this scene. It didn't💀.

While the start of the episode (S3 EP5) is a one-to-one recreation of the chapter with virtually the same dialogue and scenery, any mention of Nyanko-sensei following Natsume to pick on him when it thunders is nonexistent and entirely skipped over so the gang can go straight to cleaning out the storeroom.

Most fans who have read the manga will tell you how notorious the anime is for excluding some of the characters' lines or scenes that take place in the manga, or just straight up rearranging or changing up those same factors. Sometimes those alterations work wonders, and other times they leave more to be desired, mainly if you know what happened in the manga counterpart of the episode. This such example is one of the times that'll leave people scratching their heads and wondering what warranted getting rid of a scene so insignificant that it'd have no effect on the plot of the episode whether or not it stayed. The only answer I can think of for that is the directors likely wanting a smoother progression of events to make for a viewing experience better tailored for an anime episode rather than a manga chapter.

Or, they genuinely didn't have enough space in the episode to squeeze in that little bit, which I highly doubt, but what would I know, I don't work for them. At the end of the day, we didn't get to see that scene in the episode.

After some more anime switcheroo shenanigans go on behind the scenes, along with an original episode pulling a retcon during a lightning storm, we receive our next moment in a surprising scene from the anime team in S3 EP10 (adaptation of chapter 28). Though the scene itself is short and not exactly an example of Natsume's astraphobia, I feel it should still be included because of its relation.

The chapter originally starts with Natsume and Nyanko-sensei searching for a tree that was struck by lightning during a storm the night before. However, the anime makes an addition of their own by rewinding time to that very night and showing Nyanko-sensei excitedly watching the storm take place while Natsume is tied up with his homework.

Nyanko-sensei goes on to tease him by suggesting that he doesn't want to watch the storm because he's scared, but Natsume dodges the youkai's mocking and begins to tell him to close the curtain before a crack of lightning cuts him off and illuminates his room.

Not only does Natsume not simply deny Nyanko-sensei's claim of him being scared, but his reaction to the thunder is seemingly more sudden than Nyanko-sensei's. Both of these points could subsequently lead the audience to interpret this entire sequence as the anime's first acknowledgement of his phobia, and it'd make for a very intriguing choice on the anime team's behalf after taking their ommitance of the previous scene into consideration. It could be a stretch though ngl, I tend to stretch like crazy, it makes sense to close a curtain when a pet is being noisy—

Finally moving on from S3, we eventually reach the most overt instance of Natsume's astraphobia, and potential origin or exacerbation of it, in the S4 finale (adaptation of chapter 46). This three episode arc is a largely intimate and heart wrenching one as it focuses on Natsume's journey to revisit his childhood home before it gets renovated by its new owners, a task he initially denied himself the permission of doing before realizing Touko and Shigeru would never deny him something so personal. Of course, he wouldn't be Natsume if he didn't attract a youkai along the way, and he's being pursued by one that seeks to feed on the tragic memories he formed while staying with the Aoi family, who was strongly implied to be the first family (if not, one of the first families) he was taken in by after his father's passing.

One of those memories shown to the audience is a younger Natsume relaxing in a shrine while memorizing where his childhood home is located, all in the hopes of gaining more discernible memories of his father and no longer being a burden to Miyoko and her parents.

Unfortunately, he falls asleep at the shrine and consequently loses track of time before having his slumber disturbed by a violent boom of thunder. He's so frightened by the ordeal that he can't even bring himself to rush back to the Aoi family's place, and his exhaustion puts him back to sleep until he's eventually found by some of the neighbors who went out searching for him.

The anime, with the natural strengths it has over the manga, goes the extra mile by not only keeping this portion relatively untouched, but further setting up the scenery and depicting just how rapidly the area goes from peaceful to turbulent. The character animation and voice acting make for a splendid combination and do a wonderful job of capturing this image of a helpless childhood version of Natsume.

What comes soon after this scene is a depressing sequence of events on its own, even more so when we can see he's still reeling from the storm and believing he caused the Aois to get into trouble by not getting back before dark. The adults obviously don't fault Natsume for getting stuck in the storm, but he doesn't see it that way in his shocked state.

The way Miyoko reacts by throwing her frustrations onto him doesn't help either.

And so, after aimlessly running off in his last unsuccessful attempt to find his childhood home, the memory fades away with a somber note as his present self recalls the moment he finally stopped calling for his long gone father.

Now, one could argue that Natsume had his fear of thunder prior to his time with the Aois since we don't have much reference material to work with when concerning his short period of time with his father, and they could be right for all I know. It's common for children to be startled by loud noises and bright flashes since they just aren't quite accustomed to those loud noises and bright flashes being customary for weather disturbances. Natsume, who we know grew up to be pretty sensitive to the things that go on around him, may have been one of those children who felt apprehension anytime a bad storm rolled in, and his father may have been the one to quell his fears back then. So, if we go with the conclusion that his fear didn't originate here, then this scene likely could've aggravated it. But I'm personally leaning a bit more towards the concept of this being the cause of it (partly due to how appealing that conclusion is to the obsessive part of my brain).

His initial reaction to the thunder is seemingly one of surprise rather than fear, and his behavior suggests that he's more concerned with making it back down the mountain before the thunder halts his progress. Although he's seen trying to talk himself down and fails to do so with how relentless the thunderstorm is proving to be, he doesn't need to have preexisting fears or anxieties over thunder to resort to calming himself down.

The dialogue differences strike me as something to consider too, but they're likely irrelevant.

Setting aside everything I just ranted about in the above paragraph, I should specify that I'm not simply pointing to the storm scene as the singular root cause for his future woes. Many psychological problems often aren't so black and white that someone can definitively point to one person or thing as the sole reason for the existence of their psychological problems. And phobias obviously don't always develop as a result of going through or observing a traumatic event; people can grow to fear or strongly dislike something merely by its association with an unpleasant memory or stressful situation. I know I'm starting to stretch hard rn, and this part of the post is getting awfully wordy, just hear me out—

Going back to that aforementioned short period of time with his dad, it's plain to see just how innocent of a time that was for Natsume. He was playful and affectionate with his dad like many children growing up in a healthy environment would be at that age. He doesn't even appear to have an awareness of youkai (if so, only slight enough for it to not become a problem for him just yet). We're shown later on that he would commonly draw around the house too, as evidenced by the nearly two decade old pieces of artwork his father never removed from the kitchen area and closet.

Natsume even proceeds to make a comment about this childhood version of himself likely being the mischievous type for him to run around drawing on surfaces without a care in the world.

He undeniably had his own troubles at that stage of his life though, with one of those troubles being his mom and the empty spot left behind by her passing away. Apart from his heartwarming portrait of a family with both parents, he's also shown lamenting to Miyoko after the death of his dad about not being able to remember his mom. We've seen with those two examples that her absence indeed left an impact on him early on in his life, but he doesn't stay too broken up over her considering how little he got to bond with her, and he doesn't openly despair about the loss of his dad until his growing sense of loneliness and longing becomes too much for him to smooth over.

The point I'm trying (and admittedly struggling) to make here is that after moving in with Miyoko and her parents, the worries on Natsume's plate increased tenfold and weighed him down far more than he was willing to accept at first. Suddenly, this kid had little to smile about in life, taking a glance at his only picture of his parents causes grief and envy to flare up in his chest, he's afraid of being a burden to those who took him under his wing, he's eating less than Miyoko because he's concerned with coming off as too greedy, he feels responsible for Miyoko getting picked on because of his relation to her, he's still learning the way back to the Aoi family's home, and now he's surrounded by all of these weird creatures that apparently no one else can see.

Suddenly, he's no longer that carefree toddler we saw sitting on his dad's lap as the two of them watched over his late mom's garden.

I feel moderately certain about Natsume's experience with the storm, coupled with this pivotal and devastating shift in his life, being the plausible cause for him developing his irrational fear of thunder as a child.

After this arc, we aren't greeted with another scene featuring or centered on his astraphobia until chapter 85 (which doesn't appear to be adapted in S7 judging from the PV😭), and it focuses on Natsume, Tanuma and Taki viewing a limited exhibition at an old inn that has a deep history with youkai. Not too long after the owner engages in conversation with Taki, Natsume and Tanuma briefly comment on how peaceful the inn is making the both of them feel, and a sudden lightning strike cuts through the tranquility of the inn.

It catches everyone off guard and, unsurprisingly, has Natsume frozen in place as Tanuma asks him and Taki if they're alright.

Much like Nyanko-sensei's first time mentioning Natsume's fear, the moment doesn't last long as the gang soon realizes they'll have to spend the night at the inn while they wait for the sudden storm to pass.

By this point in the manga though, Midorikawa has evidently decided to make Natsume's astraphobia a recurring element of the sorts. She could've easily left his astraphobia as another facet of his that we get to see once or twice and never again since it's not serviceable to the story as a whole, but she's started using his phobia as an additional means of displaying his discomfort in any given situation. Having a thunderstorm suddenly appear during a moment of serenity, immediately after Natsume tells Tanuma the place is making him feel strangely good, was a brilliant move of jarring him. And it works especially well here as a sign of the looming threat that'll find its way into the inn over night and slowly creep upon the group the longer they remain there.

Midorikawa pulls this same stunt again to slightly greater effect in chapter 117, where Natsume, Tanuma and Nyanko-sensei happen upon the Kisaragi Manor and find themselves taking part in a ritual for summoning youkai.

It starts with the trio meeting up in the evening to view the bamboo lanterns, but a woman claiming to be in search of a mansion requests their help to find it before it gets too dark, as well as to avoid getting caught in a downpour should the drizzle grow heavier. While Tanuma shows interest in the ritual, and the people they meet are treating them somewhat cordially, Natsume is disconcerted by the arrangement they've found themselves in. He's surrounded by five women he's never met in his life, is once again in an unfamiliar place that feels weird in Nyanko-sensei's own words, and is thrown for a loop by everyone's enthusiasm with the idea of meeting youkai rather than being put off by them.

The group isn't even a minute into their summoning ritual when a huge boom of thunder shakes the room and causes a power outage, sending them into a brief stint of darkness until Hitomi relights the candle.

While waiting for the candle though, Natsume answers Tanuma's question by for once admitting that he's bothered by thunder, leading to Nyanko-sensei characteristically picking on his phobia by calling him a chicken.

Again, the moment is subtle and restricted to one corner of the page, but it sticks the landing. Instead of using the lightning or thunder as a sign of things to come as she's done before, Midorikawa uses them here as an integrant of an already somewhat concerning scene slowly veering towards being disturbing. In addition to selling just how uncomfortable of a situation this is for Natsume, it also depicts how far along he is in his friendship with Tanuma to be honest about an irrational fear we know he'd rather not speak of.

Alas, chapter 117 was our last time seeing thunder scare Natsume, at least until the next time Midorikawa chooses to use his fear to her advantage, unless the anime miraculously surprises us with its own original take as we've seen it isn't afraid to do. What we've been given so far though is plentiful in comparison to many other plot points or quirks that get reused or called back to far less than this one. I won't throw a tantrum if his never gets referenced to or utilized again (which I doubt will happen knowing Midorikawa's writing), but I eagerly anticipate seeing it again should it reappear.

It's captivating to watch this minor detail frequently make it's way back into the story somehow, to the point that it eventually cemented itself as a miniscule yet effective way of shedding different shades of light on the many complexities of Natsume.

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royally fucked! | park sunghoon.

pairing: prince!sunghoon x gn!reader ft. jayyyyy

genre: crack, fluff; headcanons!

wc: 3.3k

warnings: sunghoon being dumb dumb, he messed up pretty bad, yn is ruthless (we love), sorta shitty (abrupt) ending :’D

a/n: saw this prompt and i knew i had to go crazyyyy. so anyway, here’s sunghoon’s downfall, suffering, and eventual redemption—courtesy of you dragging him through hell first. and jay having fun cuz he’s a just chill guy

aight, you and sunghoon have been tight for so long, that small little arguments don’t really matter

but when it’s your feelings that come into play,, you can’t help but be a little hurt sometimes

and sunghoon is well,, he’s not entirely emotionally constipated but he’s also not the best ! at putting things out !

but ya’ll have had your fair share of arguments and have always bounced back so it’s no biggie tbh

except …….

this time.

sunghoon doesn’t realize he’s about to lose you until it’s too late.

one second, ya’ll are arguing—passion, heat, frustration. the next? silence.

you just… look at him. eyes burning, but it’s not just anger anymore. it’s disappointment oof

sunghoon is waiting for you to yell at him, to tell him to fix it, to fight—but you don’t

instead, you just step back. and in that tiny shift, he feels his world tilt

tbh he brought this upon himself, man can be so oblivious to your feelings sometimes it’s insane he’s survived so long without you suffocating him to death :’d

but the moment you turn and walk away, sunghoon realizes he just made the biggest mistake of his life

guess you could say,, he messed up royally :<

but ykw? he’s confident that things are gonna be fine

like c’mon, it’s you and him !! you always end up together again, no matter how much sunghoon messes up

so he’s just chilling, sippin’ his tea and admiring the view, doing his princely duties yada yada

but then

it happens – the first time you call him prince sunghoon again, it happens in front of the entire court lmfaooo

thing is,, no matter how upset you’ve been at him in the past, he’s always been hoon to you. or hoonie, or sung, or sungie, or love, or darling, or honeyyyy

prince sunghoon?????

oh hell nawwww

the words come smoothly, coolly, without hesitation—just a simple, respectful acknowledgment before you turn and leave

sunghoon, however, stands frozen in place, every muscle in his body going rigid like he's just been run through with a sword

prince.

not the nicknames you used to say with a fond lilt, half-laughing when he grumbled about his duties, half-breathless when you whispered it against his skin in the dim glow of candlelight

no. now, it's just "prince sunghoon," delivered with all the warmth of a polished silver dagger

his advisor clears his throat beside him. sunghoon realizes he's been staring at your retreating back for far too long

people are watching. he forces himself to move, to blink, to pretend that his heart hasn’t just been drop-kicked into the royal gardens

but later, when he storms into his chambers, he flings his cloak across the room so aggressively that it knocks over a vase

"did you hear that?!" he demands of his most unfortunate knight, who happens to be standing nearby. "prince sunghoon. prince sunghoon. i—i was sunghoon to them for years, and now i’m just—just some formality—”

the knight coughs. "well, your highness, you are a prince—"

sunghoon glares so hard that the knight immediately bows and exits before he can be roped into this any further.

the next time you cross paths, sunghoon casually (read: not casually at all) corners you in the royal gardens

he leans against a marble pillar, arms crossed, trying to look composed when he's actually vibrating with desperation

"you know," he starts, voice low, "you didn’t used to call me that."

you barely spare him a glance. "times change, your highness."

sunghoon flinches. "don’t do that."

"do what?"

"that," he gestures vaguely. "that. the title thing."

you merely tilt their head, feigning innocence. "it is your proper title, is it not? what would you prefer i call you?*"

sunghoon opens his mouth. closes it. he knows exactly what he wants you to call him, but he also knows you won’t say it. not now.

"...forget it," he mutters

but he absolutely does not forget it

after weeks of being ignored, sunghoon starts spiraling.

"i think i'm dying," he groans, sprawled dramatically across a couch in his private chambers.

his best friend, jay, doesn't even look up from the documents he's reading. "you're not dying."

"i'm wilting," sunghoon insists, flopping onto his side. "i'm withering away. my heart—it's broken. i can feel it cracking inside my chest."

"you saw yn this morning."

"yes," sunghoon huffs, "and they called me prince sunghoon again, jay. prince sunghoon. do you know how insulting that is? it's like being demoted in their heart."

jay flips a page. "maybe you shouldn’t have messed up in the first place."

sunghoon scowls. "thanks for the support."

but hey, give yourself some credit

you gotta teach your man a lesson, and if it means you must resort to a cold exterior–then so be it !

fortunately for you, it seems to be working wonders

and you seem to be secretly enjoying it too sdjsdks

but sunghoon’s patience snaps at the worst possible moment—during another royal gathering.

it’s been months of cold formality, and he’s sick of it

so, when you gracefully declined his offer to dance (with a practiced, impersonal, "i appreciate the offer, your highness, but i must decline"), he does something reckless

"forgive me," he says loudly, stepping forward, eyes burning into yours, "have i wronged you, your grace?"

the entire ballroom goes silent

jay, from the corner, facepalms so hard it echoes

you just raise an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed. "i’m sure your highness knows the answer to that.”

sunghoon clenches his jaw. "if i did, i wouldn’t be asking."

"then perhaps," you say, still perfectly calm, "your highness should reflect a little harder."

sunghoon watches you walk away again, fists clenched at his sides

later, when he overhears someone whispering, wasn’t the prince a little too eager?, he nearly flips a table

oh but sunghoon is down bad, miserable, and ridiculous about it which is a great combination ,, i suppose :’D

"yn used to like sweets," sunghoon says mournfully, staring at the untouched dessert platter before him

his knights exchange looks

jay, exhausted: "so?"

sunghoon: "so, what if i bake them something?"

jay, even more exhausted: "you can’t cook."

sunghoon: "how hard can it be?"

four hours later, the palace kitchen looks like a war zone. there’s flour on his royal attire. batter in his hair. a pan is on fire

jay sighs as he drags him out before the head chef can actually murder him

since his questionable baking skills are of no help,, sunghoon resorts to something even worse: acts of service

acts of service itself isn’t so bad, except, sunghoon is a prince,,,, and very rich at that,,,

he may tend to go overboard with a few things … :’D

he starts small—sending you favorite desserts, commissioning imported fabrics in their favorite colors, pulling strings to get your favorite musician to play at court

you ignore everything lmfaooo

(yess yn stay Strong !!)

But then he gets desperateeee

one morning, you wake up to find a literal palace of flowers outside your chamber doors

you stare at it. look at the servants, who are struggling to step over the sea of petals just to enter the room

"...is he serious?"

jay appears, sipping tea. "he was up all night arranging it himself."

you glare. "did you stop him?"

jay shrugs. "why would i? this is hilarious."

later, when sunghoon asks if you liked it, you simply say, "i’m allergic to roses."

sunghoon looks like he might throw himself into the nearest river :'D

at this point, sunghoon is feral with longing, so he does something truly, utterly pathetic

he sneaks into the kitchens at 2 am to personally make you breakfast

(yes, the last time he tried to cook, he almost burned down the palace. no, that does not stop him)

safe to say – it’s a disaster :)

the head chef catches him sneaking around like a thief and promptly kicks him out.

"just let me—ow, stop pushing—"

"i’ll have you executed!" the chef screams

"you can’t execute the crown prince!" sunghoon yells back

jay, who has also snuck in for a midnight snack, watches from the shadows, wheezing

sunghoon is dragged out of the kitchen, looking like a kicked puppy

the next morning, you receive a sad little plate of burnt toast and overcooked eggs, delivered by a very reluctant servant

you stare at it for a long time. then you laugh.

(it’s the first time you’ve laughed because of him in months.)

but ykw? you’re not backing down this easily

i mean,, if all it took was a plate of burnt food to melt you, wHERE’S YOUR SPINE?!!

it’s the thought that counts but still,,,, you gotta make the man Suffer !!

so sunghoon gets the silent treatment (and it destroys him)

(good for you yn you goooo !!)

sunghoon is used to your anger

he can handle your yelling, your insults, even your glares

what he can’t handle is the silence

and you KNOW this

so, one day, you just... stop responding

he says "good morning," and you walk away

he asks for your opinion, and you turn to someone else instead

he accidentally brushes your hand, and you don’t even react

it gets to the point where he starts talking to himself :D

sunghoon, trailing after you: "i know you can hear me."

you: silence

sunghoon: "come on, just—just yell at me, insult me, anything!"

you: sips tea in peace

sunghoon, on the verge of tears: "this is cruel and unusual punishment!"

meanwhile, jay, watching from afar, takes a bite of his snack and mutters, "damn. rest in peace, bro”

to make things worse !!

you accept someone else’s proposal (just to mess with him) hAHAHA

sunghoon hears it from a servant, which makes it so much worse

"they’ve accepted a marriage proposal?" his voice comes out strangled

the poor servant flinches. "u-uh, yes, your highness. from the duke of—"

sunghoon doesn’t even wait to hear the name before he’s storming out, fully ready to commit treason

he finds you in the royal library, flipping through a book as if you haven’t just ruined his life

"you’re getting married?" he demands

you glance up, bored. "what of it?"

sunghoon stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "what of it—yn, you can't be serious!"

"i can," you say smoothly. "the duke is a wonderful man. courteous, dependable—"

"boring," sunghoon interrupts, voice rising. "he’s boring, and he—he won’t make you happy!"

"and you would?" you raise an eyebrow

LMAFOOOOO

sunghoon sucks in a sharp breath

you wait, but he doesn’t answer. because he doesn’t know how

after a moment, you smirk and go back to your book. "that’s what i thought."

sunghoon storms out, punching a very expensive vase on his way

(the marriage proposal was never real. jay finds out later and wheezes when you admit it was all a ploy to make sunghoon lose his mind)

what bothers him THE most???

he has a near-death experience, and you’re totally unbothered

he falls off his horse

(not on purpose. he’s not that desperate for attention)

it’s a bad fall. he hits the ground hard, groaning, vision spinning. servants rush to help him

"fetch a healer!" someone shouts

and then he hears your voice

"...oh."

that’s it. oh.

like he’s just a mild inconvenience

sunghoon groans louder, reaching a shaky hand toward them. "yn... i think i’m dying."

you tilt your head. "you’re fine."

tough love buddy ……

sunghoon gasps, betrayed. "you don’t know that!"

"i do. if you were actually dying, you wouldn’t be this dramatic."

jay, appearing out of nowhere: "can confirm. if he was dying, he wouldn’t have the energy to act like a theatre kid."

sunghoon wants to scream

but then jay gets hurt….

he stubs his toe

"oh my god, jay, are you okay?!" you rush over, full of actual concern. "do you need to sit down? should i get you something?"

jay, milking it for all it’s worth: "it’s bad, yn. i think i might die."

you: "tell me what you need."

sunghoon, watching in outrage: "he stubbed his toe! i almost bled out!"

jay, smirking: "guess you should’ve treated yn better, huh?"

sunghoon: "I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND”

sunghoon officially loses it lol

for weeks, he’s done everything. apologized, groveled, suffered

but you are still holding out on him

so one day, in a fit of sheer desperation, he does something reckless

he stands on the palace balcony, looking down at the courtyard, where you and jay are talking

then he shouts

"YN, WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME AGAIN?!"

silence. absolute silence.

people stop. servants stare.

jay, who was mid-sip of his drink, nearly chokes

you, face blank, calmly reply:

"jump."

sunghoon freezes

jay bursts out laughing. "oh my god, you did not just say that—"

sunghoon groans and covers his face. "this is my villain origin story"

fear not though, you’re here to really make suffer though, you’re gonna milk it for ALL it’s worth lmfaooo

so you start flirting... with other people :D

it starts small. a few extra smiles. a touch of the arm. a slightly too-friendly laugh

sunghoon notices immediately

and it destroys him – mission: accomplished lol

at first, he tries to ignore it. he tells himself he has no right to be jealous

then one day, he catches you talking to some random courtier, leaning in just a little too close

sunghoon sees red

he storms over, stepping between you. "can i help you?"

the courtier blinks. "your highness?"

sunghoon ignores him. "yn. a word. now."

you, completely unbothered, raising a brow. "oh? and what could be so urgent?"

"you know exactly what," he grits out

jay, watching from the sidelines, whispers to a servant: "sunghoon’s about five seconds away from a public breakdown"

safe to say, you’re not giving up THAT easily

granted, the whole ‘your highness’ thing had been a petty gesture on your part, you never meant to continue on so long for it

but now …. you were just having some fun :> nothing wrong with that

also seeing sunghoon beg for you desperately felt good

you would never hurt him of course, your heart belonged to him solely, but you just wanted him to work for it ,,, nothing wrong with that lads

one night, after an exhausting day of chasing you around like a lovesick fool, sunghoon finally corners you

he’s had enough.

"please. i don’t care if you hate me. i don’t care if you never love me again. just—just stop pretending like we were nothing”

you finally look at him and sigh. "i wasn’t pretending."

sunghoon’s breath catches. "what?"

"i wasn’t pretending," you repeat. "i just had to move on to survive."

sunghoon feels something in his chest ache

"but i—" his voice falters. "i still love you."

for a moment, you just study him

you ALMOST cave in to his sad eyes imploring you silently

then, softly, "i know."

sunghoon’s throat tightens. "then what do i do?"

you finally smile. "figure it out, your highness."

and you walk away—leaving sunghoon with nothing but his own feelings and the weight of everything he’s done

jay, whispering from the shadows: "damn. you just got hit with a main character moment."

sunghoon: "jay, i swear to god—"

when sunghoon breaks down, it happens unexpectedly

he is alone, sitting at the edge of the palace gardens, staring at the moon

and then—

it hits him

the weight of everything. how much he ruined. how much he misses you

his breath shudders. his hands shake.

and then, for the first time in his life, prince sunghoon weeps

jay, appearing out of nowhere: "are you crying?"

sunghoon: "go away."

jay: "damn, bro. didn’t think you’d actually break like this."

sunghoon sniffles. "please."

at this point, sunghoon is completely broken

no fight left. no ego. just pain.

sunghoon is a shell of a man.

he used to be proud. arrogant. handsome. a prince

now? he’s just pathetic

and that’s when you finally decide to talk to him

"so," you say, standing before him. "are you done?"

sunghoon looks up. he’s exhausted. hollow. "done with what?"

"ruining yourself over me."

sunghoon swallows. "i don’t know how to stop."

you study him for a long, long time

and then, finally—

"idiot."

sunghoon blinks.

and then—

a single, tiny smile.

sunghoon almost dies on the spot.

jay, from the background: "ohhh. oh it’s happening—"

sunghoon: "jay, leave."

jay: "let me witness this! i earned this!"

sunghoon, with actual tears in his eyes: "go away."

jay, fake-sniffing: "fine. but i better be the best man at your wedding."

sunghoon: "GET OUT"

in all honesty, you could keep up your facade for longer, you’re stronger than this

but you’ve seen sunghoon lose his shit over the past few months

you think it’s time to let him rest a little bit

but not before addressing ALL your concerns too :<

"sunghoon, i’m exhausted"

sunghoon stiffens. his throat closes up

"i—" he swallows hard. "i can fix that—"

"that’s the thing, hoon. you can’t always fix things"

silence.

then—

"i don’t need you to fix me. i need you to stay."

and sunghoon breaks

because that’s it, isn’t it?

he always thought he could fix things. that he could come back, apologize, smooth things over

but you just needed him to choose you in the first place. consider your feelings for once !

sunghoon, shaking: "i—i know. i’m so sorry."

"so prove it."

sunghoon: "…huh?"

"you want me back? show me i can trust you again."

sunghoon, immediately nodding: "i’ll do anything."

"good. start by making it up to me. one date per week. my terms."

sunghoon, eagerly: "done. so… is this progress?"

you’re smirking when you tell him, "it’s a start.”

sunghoon, voice cracking: "so… does this mean i can kiss you now?"

you, pretending to think about it: "hmm…"

sunghoon, ready to combust:

jay, in the background: "bro, if they make you suffer any longer, i’m gonna start feeling bad for you—"

sunghoon, whispering: "shut up, jay."

you, smirking: "guess you’ll have to find out."

sunghoon:

jay: "oh, that’s cold."

sunghoon: "i hate you."

post-reconciliation: sunghoon is a changed man aka YOU have the upper hand FOREVER now muhahahaha

sunghoon is now completely, utterly WHIPPED UGHHH

you mention being hungry? he’s already booking a reservation in the finest diner in the land

you tease him constantly about how down bad he is

"you used to be so smug, what happened?"

"you destroyed me. congratulations."

sunghoon is now clingy as hell. he was grumpy before? now he’s just your personal lapdog

sunghoon: "i just think it’s so funny how you used to annoy me so much, and now—"

yn: "now?"

sunghoon: "…now i feel physically ill when you’re not near me."*

yn: "that’s tragic. anyway, i need to go—"

sunghoon: "NO"

every time you threaten to leave him for fun, he immediately panics LOL

"you wouldn’t"

"wouldn’t i?"

"YN, DON’T PLAY WITH ME LIKE THIS"

jay is having the time of his life watching this

"wow, the mighty sunghoon. reduced to a simp."

"SHUT UP, JAY."

also,, according to jay, sunghoon’s reputation? RUINED

jay has seen things. sunghoon used to be cool, but now?

jay: "damn, yn, how does it feel to have a 6-foot guard dog?"

yn: "he's more like a golden retriever."

jay: "nah, he's a pomeranian. small, yappy, obsessed with his owner."

sunghoon: "i can hear you"

jay: "okay but did i lie????"

in conclusion,, sunghoon’s not gonna be messing up for a long long time

#enhypen imagines #sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #park sunghoon x you #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen headcanons #my writings

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Finding Angel: 5

A/N: I'm introducing a few new faces here. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

Roman’s life has returned to its usual whirlwind pace. One night in Boston, the next in San Francisco, then off to a European tour. Between grueling matches, media appearances, and endless meetings, his current itinerary leaves little room for anything else. Yet, no matter how chaotic his days become, he always carves out time for Naima. Their nightly phone calls have become a ritual, a grounding constant in his otherwise hectic life.

For Naima, those calls are slowly becoming the highlight of her nights. After long hours at the club, drained from demanding patrons, Khalil’s hostility and the relentless grind, hearing Roman’s voice feels like a reprieve. His deep baritone carries a warmth that soothes her, his words laced with genuine care. It’s been a while since a man she’s interested in has made her feel so seen, so valued.

She likes him. Maybe more than she wants to admit. And as much as she wants to play it down, it’s obvious that he feels the same.

But no matter how much she cherishes these moments, doubts continue to persist in the back of her mind. When it comes down to it, she still doesn’t know him all that well. Their worlds are so different, and their connection, though powerful, feels fragile in the face of all the complications that come with it.

She is about to find out just how complicated things can get.

The locker room is buzzing with post-show energy, but Roman’s focus is elsewhere. He sits in the corner, scrolling through his phone, a faint smirk on his lips as he shoots Naima another text.

Roman: Still at the club?

Naima: Just got home. You checking on me, big guy? 😉

Roman: Hell yeah. You good?

Naima: Yep. Just tired. Long night.

Naima: Wish I had you to unwind with though…

Roman: Yeah? And how exactly would we be unwinding?

Naima: Wouldn’t you like to know? 😏

Roman: Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, baby girl.

Naima: Who says I can’t?

Roman: Damn. Keep talkin’ like that and I might book another flight.

The locker room door swings open, and Jimmy strolls in with Jey and Sami. Paul Heyman follows behind them, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a faint scowl.

“Yo, Uce,” Jimmy calls, pulling off his shirt. “You comin’ with us tonight or what? Few of the boys hittin’ the bar.”

“Nah,” Roman replies without looking up.

“Let me guess,” Jey says, his tone laced with sarcasm. “You got plans with your new flavor of the month?”

Roman’s eyes flick up, sharp and warning. “Say that again?”

Jey chuckles, dropping onto the bench across from him. “Just sayin’, Uce, you keepin’ her mad quiet. Almost like you embarrassed or somethin’.”

“Embarrassed?” Roman echoes, his voice low and dangerous. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Sami raises his hands, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, hey, let’s not start something here. Jey’s just messing with you...I think.”

Jey leans back, smirking. “I’m just curious. You the Tribal Chief, man. Women throwin’ themselves at you left and right, and you settlin’ for some chick that shakes her ass for cash.”

Jimmy groans. “Bruh, chill. You don’t know shit about her.”

“I know enough,” Jey counters, shrugging. “She bad, I ain’t gon’ lie. But that’s all she is, Uce. A trick. You really gonna take that serious?”

Roman’s jaw tightens, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ma say this one time. You talk about her like that again, we gon’ have a problem. A big one.”

Jey holds up his hands, mock innocence on his face. “Aight, aight. I’m just sayin’…she for the streets, Uce.”

Before Roman can respond, Paul steps in, his tone measured but pointed. “Gentlemen, let’s not turn this into a family feud. Roman, as your special counsel, I must echo a sentiment of caution. The optics of this…relationship might not be favorable.”

Roman’s glare darkens dangerously. “What optics, Paul?”

Heyman adjusts his tie, clearly uncomfortable under his Tribal Chief’s stare. “I merely mean that your public image is…kinda tied to your success. It’s not just about you. It’s about the family, the legacy.”

Roman rises to his feet, towering over Paul. “Don’t ever bring her up in that conversation again.” His voice is calm, but the warning is unmistakable.

Jimmy steps in again, his tone softer. “Roman, we ain’t tryna come at you. It’s just…unexpected, that’s all. A stripper, though? You know how people talk.”

“Only people I hear talkin’ are your dumb asses,” Roman snaps. “Y’all act like I’m some kid chasin’ ass. She’s more than that. But none of y’all would know, ’cause you too busy judgin’ her without even knowin’ her.”

The room falls silent, the weight of Roman’s words hanging heavy. Jimmy and Sami shift uncomfortably, while Jey smirks. Roman can feel a headache coming and he’s really not in the mood for his bullshit or anyone else’s.

Little does he know his week is about to get worse.

Princess Rockwell.

Née Jameson. Socialite. Philanthropist. And once upon a time, almost Mrs. Reigns.

Once, she had been the woman at his side, the perfect complement to his status. Beautiful, poised, and just as power-hungry as she was well-connected. Their engagement had been a spectacle, splashed across magazines and whispered about in their elite circles. The Tribal Chief and his queen-to-be. A match made in high-society heaven.

Until it wasn’t.

Years have passed since Roman called off their engagement, but it still feels like the world refuses to let them forget. Their breakup was messy and rife with whispers of betrayal, power plays, and a relationship that had rotted from the inside out.

Princess, however, had done what she did best: landed on her feet.

Within months, she was married to another man. Hector. A much older dude with wealth so obscene that even her most vicious critics had to admit she leveled up. Now, she lived in an even bigger mansion, wore even more expensive diamonds, and played the devoted wife to Miami’s real estate kingpin. She even had a son to solidify her position, her little insurance policy to keep herself firmly tethered to her husband’s empire.

But for all the security she gained, Princess never really let go of Roman.

The charities and foundations they ran together kept her tied to him, a connection she refused to sever, even when he tried. It gave her the perfect excuse to linger in his orbit, to show up uninvited, to call at all hours with ’urgent’ business matters that somehow always veered into something else. Lately, her calls have become more frequent. More demanding.

And tonight, she’s calling again.

Roman sits on the weight bench in his home gym, beads of sweat rolling down his bare chest as he checks his phone. His heart sinks at the name flashing across the screen.

Princess Jameson

He’s never made the effort to change her last name on his phone. Not when it should have been his, once upon a time.

Roman exhales sharply, rolling out the tension in his shoulders. He could ignore it, let it go to voicemail—but he knows better. She’d just keep calling. Or worse, she’d show up unannounced, drama trailing behind her like one of her overpriced fur coats. Jaw tightening, he finally swipes to answer, more for his own sanity than anything else.

“What?”

“Excuse me?” Princess snaps, instantly on the offense. “That’s how you answer my call now?”

Roman sighs, wiping his face with a towel. “Princess—”

“No, don’t ‘Princess’ me,” she cuts him off, her voice already edged with irritation. “Where the hell were you last week?”

He clenches his jaw. “I’ve been busy.” The truth. Part of it, at least.

She hums like she’s considering her words, but he knows better. Everything she does is calculated. “Let me guess. With work?” she challenges, skepticism laced in every syllable.

“Yeah.”

A knowing laugh spills through the receiver. “Oh, Ro. You may be a good liar, but that shit ain’t never worked with me.”

Roman sighs tiredly. Unfortunately, she’s right.

For years, Princess had a way of bending him, making him cave even when he swore he wouldn’t. He always gave in. She was persistent, manipulative, and worst of all, she knew exactly how to push him until he folded.

“Okay then, I’ll humor you,” Princess croons, her voice dripping in honeyed amusement. “So, when are you coming over to make it up to me?”

He rubs a hand over his beard, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know when I’ll be free.”

Silence stretches between them, but he can feel the weight of her displeasure through the phone. “You’re lying again, sweetheart…” Her voice drops, slinking into that familiar, intimate purr that always spelled trouble. “You think I don’t know what’s going on with you?”

Roman exhales slowly, jaw flexing. “Princess, I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, but you have time for her.”

The words slip out casually, but the weight behind them is anything but.

Roman stills. His fingers flex around the phone, muscles tensing beneath his skin. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know it fucking pisses me off,” she snaps, smug as ever. “I know all about that stripper in Atlanta, Roman. I know that’s where all your attention has been lately.”

Roman rises from the bench, pacing the gym now, shoulders tense. “How the fuck do you-”

“You forget who I am?” she interrupts smoothly. “I always know what my men are up to.”

His blood simmers, irritation creeping into his tone. “I’m not your man, Princess.”

She hums, feigning amusement. “Mmm. Funny. That’s not what you were saying last time you were in my bed.”

Roman grits his teeth. “That was weeks ago.”

“Exactly.” She sighs dramatically, like this is all so exhausting for her. “Come on, baby, we both know what this is.”

“Do we?” he challenges, eyes narrowing.

“Damn right,” she presses, her voice dipping sharply. “You’re slummin’ it, Ro. That’s what men like you do when they need a distraction. A little fun before they come back to what they know. And you always come back, no matter how many times you try to run.”

Roman bites his bottom lip hard, rubbing a hand over his face. This is exactly why he’s been pulling away. He’s been trying to shake her, to put distance between them, but Princess knows exactly how to keep him tangled up in her web. He tries to stand his ground, but he knows how this goes. He always knows how this goes.

Roman pushes to his feet, chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths. “You don’t know a damn thing about her,” he tries to counter.

She scoffs. “I don’t have to. I know her type. Easy little tramp, desperate for a come-up, the kind who thinks they’ve won some prize by crawling into your bed. Trust me, baby, whatever this is? It’s temporary.”

Something inside Roman frays, making his entire body go rigid. “Shut your mouth,” he warns.

“Ohhh, I hit a nerve,” she coos, delighted. “You and I both know exactly what she is. You really think she gives a fuck about you? About anything other than your wallet? Are you so desperate for attention that you’re now fucking the help?”

His free hand balls into a fist. His pulse pounds in his ears. He knows what she’s doing, how she’s poking at him, looking for a weak spot. He shouldn’t let her get under his skin, but she is.

His voice is low, steady, and laced with defiance. “I’m not coming back to you,” he informs her.

Silence again. But this time, it’s different.

Then, Princess laughs.

Not light. Not amused. Dark. Mocking.

“Oh, Ro,” she sighs, her tone dripping with condescension. “You always say that.” Then, with a cold little laugh, she adds, “Fine. Go have your fun. But when you finally come to your senses…and you will…Make sure you bring me your test results for every STD under the sun. I’m not about to catch whatever that bitch might’ve given you.”

And then, the line goes dead.

She’s hung up on him.

Roman stares at his phone for a long moment, tension still coiled tight in his chest. Then, finally, he releases a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

No fury. No lingering fire in his veins. Just…relief.

Princess is harmless. Just throwing a tantrum, pissed off that her usual tricks aren’t working.

For now.

He tosses his phone onto the nearby bench and rolls his shoulders, shaking off the last remnants of her bullshit. The air is quiet except for the steady hum of the AC, the faint clang of weights from his earlier session. He eyes the heavy bag in the corner, his fingers flexing. Maybe another round would help him shake off the residue of her voice, of the frustration she always manages to stir up.

But really? Just knowing he doesn’t have to suffer through another second of that call is enough to ease the tightness in his chest.

Back at Exotica, Naima is dealing with a different kind of stress. Khalil.

He’s always been too interested in her. The way his eyes linger when she walks by, the way his conversations stretch too long, laced with subtle threats and slimy suggestions. He doesn’t just run the club; he acts like he owns the women in it. And with Naima, it’s different.

Because he was the one who gave her this job when she needed it most. He remembers exactly what she had to do to get it. And so does she. But that was years ago, and Naima made it clear that it would never happen again.

Khalil, however, doesn’t like rejection.

And now that Roman’s in the picture, his whole attitude has curdled into something darker.

She feels it in the way he watches her now. Not just with lust, but something uglier. Like resentment. He lurks in the shadows of the club, pretending to manage shit, but she knows better. This is about control. About power. Roman’s presence threatens that, and Khalil doesn’t take kindly to feeling threatened.

Tonight, Naima finishes her set, sweat glistening on her skin as she moves through the club. The bass still vibrates through the floor, the air thick with the scent of perfume, money, and bad decisions. But she’s ready to disappear into her dressing room, away from the chaos.

She turns the corner…

And there he is.

Khalil blocks the hallway, broad frame planted firm, a lazy smirk curling his lips.

“So, Angel,” he drawls, voice sticky like syrup left out too long. “Word is you fuckin’ that big-shot wrestler now. That true?”

Naima’s heart kicks up, but her face stays smooth. She’s known Khalil for too fucking long—five years to be exact—to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rattled.

“It’s none of your business, Khalil.”

He chuckles, low and humorless. “See, that’s where you wrong. It is my business. You work here. For me. And I don’t need some pretty-boy meathead actin’ like he run shit.” His smirk widens, beady eyes narrowing. “Unless he breakin’ you off nice. And if he is, where my cut?”

Naima glares, her stomach twisting. “You not my pimp, Khalil. And I ain’t ‘yours’. Stop sayin’ that shit.”

His smirk vanishes. For a second, his jaw clenches like he wants to press the issue, push a little harder. But before he can open his mouth—

“Khalil! You greasy, knock-kneed son of a bitch, I know you ain’t back here harassin’ my girls.”

The voice slices through the air, sharp as a whip. Naima turns just as she steps into the hallway.

Marigold ‘Goldie’ Devereaux.

Exotica’s house mom.

Tall, statuesque, and fly as fuck, rocking a skintight gold jumpsuit that clings to every curve, a wild curly wig bouncing as she moves. Face beat flawlessly, nails ridiculously long and jeweled, heels sharp enough to pierce a man’s ego.

She struts up, arms folded, eyes burning holes into Khalil’s skull. “Ain’t you got some real business to handle? Payroll? Inventory? Oh, wait, my bad. You too busy chasin’ after women who damn sure don’t want your goofy ass.” She tilts her head, voice thick with a hypnotizing Creole drawl. “You still mad your dick ain’t the center of nobody’s universe? Bless your lil’ heart.”

Khalil’s face darkens. “How ‘bout you mind your fuckin’ business? You forget who owns this place, you old hag?”

Goldie throws her head back and laughs…deep, throaty, and dripping in pure disrespect. Then, she steps up so close he can smell the expensive fragrance on her skin. “Baby, you own the lease. But I own the respect in this bitch,” she taunts. “You think these girls stay here for you? I’m the only reason half of ‘em ain’t set this whole damn club on fire.” She steps closer, her stilettos pressing right up to his scuffed sneakers. “Now, get the fuck out my hallway before I remind you why your third baby mama don’t let you see your kid.”

Naima damn near chokes, and presses her lips together to hold back what she’s sure is a disrespectful noise.

Khalil’s entire face tightens, nostrils flaring, hands balling into fists at his sides. But Goldie? She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch.

And after a long, tense moment, Khalil scoffs, shaking his head. “Whatever.” He throws one last glare at Naima before turning on his heel and stalking off, disappearing into the club.

Goldie sucks her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Big, greasy, cornball-ass. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I tell him to stop actin’ like a bitch, I’d own this damn place.” She turns to Naima, eyes softening just slightly. “You good, baby?”

Naima exhales, tension still coiled in her shoulders. “Yeah. Appreciate you.”

Goldie waves a dismissive hand, her scarily long acrylic claws glinting in the air. “Ain’t shit. You know I gotta keep my girls straight.” She levels her with a serious look. “But, baby…watch him. He gettin’ bolder.”

Naima already knows. But hearing it from Goldie? It just makes the weight in her chest even heavier.

The next day, Naima sits in the workspace of her apartment, legs crossed beneath her as she leans over her laptop. The sleek surface of her desk is cluttered with notebooks, a half-empty coffee cup, and her phone buzzing intermittently with notifications. Soft beats from her latest routine play through the speakers, but her attention stays on the screen, uploading clips, drafting captions, analyzing engagement. Every move matters, every interaction feeds into something bigger.

Elysian Moves has been picking up traction lately, which has brought more eyes on Elysian Motion Company, the business she and Phoenix built from the ground up. It started as just a passion project, a way to merge their love for dance with professional opportunities, but now it’s something real. Something sustainable. If things keep going well, she might not even need Exotica soon.

She takes a sip of her coffee, scanning the notifications when her phone buzzes against the table. The number is unfamiliar, but a mix of curiosity and hope that it’s a potential business opportunity makes her answer.

“Hello?”

“Is this Naima Murphy?”

The voice is smooth, polished, carrying a quiet authority that instantly puts Naima on edge.

“Who’s this?” she answers cautiously.

“My name is Princess Rockwell.” A pause. Then, with unsettling smugness, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Naima frowns. This does not sound like a business opportunity. At all. “Sorry, but you must have the wrong number.”

“Oh, but I don’t,” Princess says, her voice sharpening. “I’m pretty sure I caught the right one, Angel.”

Naima’s stomach tightens. “Excuse me?”

“I’m aware you’ve been seeing my ex, Roman,” Princess continues, her voice drenched in condescension. “He and I go way back. I know he’s…entertaining you now, but let me make one thing clear. He always comes back to me.”

Naima’s pulse spikes, but she keeps her voice even. “If that’s true, then why you callin’ me?”

Princess giggles. “To warn you.” There’s faux sweetness in her tone, but the venom underneath is unmistakable. “Roman gets bored easily. Especially with desperate little 304’s like you. You’re just a phase, sweetheart. A plaything. And if you’ve fooled yourself into thinking you’re anything more, then I feel so bad for you.”

Naima grips the phone tighter, anger, doubt and a myriad of other emotions. flaring in her chest. But she refuses to let this woman even sense a hint of it in her voice.

“Bitch,” she says coldly, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but call my phone again, and you’ll regret it.”

She hangs up, tossing the phone onto the table with a sharp exhale. Her heart pounds as she stares at the screen, her mind racing.

Who the fuck does this woman think she is?

And why hasn’t Roman mentioned her?

That evening, when Roman calls, his deep, familiar voice wraps around her like warmth.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets, all easy affection. “How’s my girl?”

Naima takes a deep breath, trying to keep her irritation in check. “Can I ask you something?”

There’s a slight pause, his tone shifting. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

“Who’s Princess?”

Silence.

Then, his voice dips low, threaded with immediate tension. “Wait…How do you…What did she do?”

“The bitch called my phone,” Naima snaps. “Said she’s your ex. How did she get my number, Roman? Why are your hoes callin’ me?”

Roman exhales, long and tired. “I was gonna tell you about her,” he says carefully. “Yes, she is my ex, and she hates not being the center of attention. She’s just trying to stir up trouble, baby. I don’t know what she said, but don’t let her get in your head. She don’t matter.”

Now where has she heard that before? Naima kisses her teeth. “I don’t give a fuck about her,” she lies, her voice sharper than she intends. “But she got me fucked up if she think she gon’ disturb my peace. You need to handle that shit, Roman.”

“I will,” he promises, his tone steady, reassuring. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I’ll make it up to you, for real.”

“I’m sure you will,” she mutters, still annoyed but softening just a fraction.

Roman chuckles. “Damn, you always this mean to your man?”

Naima freezes for half a second, caught off guard. Your man. My girl. He says it so casually, so confidently, like it’s already a fact. She doesn’t know why it throws her, but it does. She recovers quickly, masking the flicker of unease with a smirk. “Only when a man got bitches callin’ my phone,” she retorts.

She doesn’t call him hers. It’s way too soon.

They go back and forth a little longer, the tension easing, but even after they hang up, Naima isn’t fully settled.

Later on, she lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, Princess’s words gnawing at the edges of her mind.

You’re just a phase, sweetheart. A plaything.

She knows better than to let a bitter ex get under her skin, knows she shouldn’t even entertain the bullshit. But before she can stop herself, she picks up her phone, types “princess roman reigns” into the search bar…

And immediately regrets it.

Headlines. Photos.

Roman and Princess, side by side, looking like they belong together. Looking like money, power, legacy.

They fit. Even better than the old man she's apparently married to, their images together a pale comparison.

The thought tightens in her chest, unwelcome and uninvited. She’s never had to analyze shit like this before, never had to worry about catching feelings for a man. Her world has always been hers alone, no space for doubts, no room for insecurity.

And yet, here she is. Staring at glossy images of a past she wasn’t part of, feeling something she doesn’t want to name.

She inhales sharply, locking her phone and tossing it aside like it burned her.

Get it together, Naima.

This isn’t supposed to be a romance. This isn’t supposed to be complicated.

But with Roman Reigns? It’s starting to feel like both.

Naima’s shift at Exotica the next night drags on like a bad dream. The pounding bass of the music rattles through her chest, but her mind is elsewhere, replaying Princess’s smug voice over the phone and the photos of her and Roman plastered online. Her body moves on autopilot, graceful, seductive, but the rhythm isn’t there. The weight of doubt drags her down.

And to make matters worse, Khalil won’t stop hovering.

That sleazy, no-boundaries-having motherfucker is always watching, always lurking, but tonight? He’s on her like a shadow. Every time she glances up, his eyes are on her, tracking her every move like he’s waiting for the right moment to strike. But he knows full well that he can’t. Not with Goldie on his ass.

Exhaustion presses heavy against her limbs as she makes her way toward her dressing room. Inside, Brandy lounges on the couch, scrolling through her phone, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers. She looks up as Naima enters, tilting her head.

"Hey, girl," she greets, voice thick with amusement. "How’d it go out there?"

"Same old." Naima hesitates for a second before dropping down beside her, burying her face in her hands. "B...I need your opinion on something."

Brandy arches an eyebrow. "Spill. You know I love me some tea."

Naima takes a deep breath and lays it all out; Princess’s call, the online search on her, the way she made it sound like Roman still belongs to her. By the time she’s done, Brandy’s face has shifted from mild interest to outright fury.

"Hold up," Brandy snaps, sitting up straighter as she googles Princess for herself. "That jealous-ass bitch called you? How she married and still pressed over another man?" She lets out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "The audacity of some hoes."

Naima can’t help but crack a small smile at her indignation. "She said I was just a phase. Like I didn’t even matter."

Brandy rolls her eyes. "Fuck that. Roman’s with you, right? Not her. She just mad ‘cause her old-ass husband probably ain’t givin’ her no action. Pathetic."

Naima’s heart warms at Brandy’s unwavering loyalty, but the doubts still persist. "I don’t know. She sounded so sure…like she still has a hold on him."

Brandy scoffs, placing a reassuring hand on Naima’s shoulder. "Girl. Listen. Men like Roman? Yeah, they might’ve had their messy pasts, but if he’s stickin’ around, it’s ‘cause he wants to. Don’t let no ratchet-ass Barbie doll mess with your head."

Before Naima can respond, there’s a knock on the dressing room door. “Come in!” she calls out.

The door creaks open, and Eric, Exotica’s new head of security, pokes his head inside.

"Hey, Angel," he greets, then looks over at Brandy. "Lollipop, got a sec?"

Naima takes in Eric’s towering frame and chiseled features. With blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he looks like he stepped straight out of a damn action movie.

But the way those same eyes softened when they landed on Brandy? Interesting.

Brandy smirks, taking a long drag of her cigarette. “Wassup, G.I. Joe? You need me to save the day again?”

Naima bursts out laughing. “Not G.I. Joe!”

Eric flushes slightly but holds Brandy’s gaze. "Just wanted to check if you’re good. Looked like that one guy was hassling you earlier."

Naima watches as something shifts in Brandy’s expression. Usually, Brandy’s all confidence and sharp edges, but now? She looks…almost flustered.

"Hasslin’?" Brandy scoffs, waving her cigarette. "Please. Ain’t nobody got the balls to hassle me. I’m motherfuckin’ Lollipop."

Eric doesn’t budge. Doesn’t smile. Just stone serious. “Still. If anyone’s giving you trouble, let me know. I’ll handle it.”

Naima’s eyebrows lift, catching the protective tone in his voice…the way he lingers a second too long. Oh yeah; this man got it bad for her girl.

Brandy smirks, her voice light with sarcasm. “Thanks, hero.” But there’s a flicker in her eyes, a softness she doesn’t bother to hide.

Eric nods, sparing a polite glance at Naima before stepping out. Once the door closes, Naima turns to Brandy, grinning.

"Eric’s got a little crush, huh?"

Brandy rolls her eyes, but a smirk tugs at her lips. "Please. That boy’s all muscle, no game."

"Didn’t look that way to me," Naima teases. "He’s practically ready to fight for your honor."

Brandy snorts, flicking ash into the tray. "Ain’t nobody fightin’ for me but me, honey." She shrugs, her lips twitching as she adds, "He is kinda cute, though."

Naima laughs, the tension in her chest loosening just enough to breathe easier. She leans back on the couch, eyes on the ceiling, voice low. “Men stay doin’ the most,” she laments.

Brandy sighs dramatically. “And we stay survivin’ it.”

They sit in that quiet, hard-earned peace; no promises, no fantasies. Just the truth between two women who know better.

The Atlanta skyline burns in shades of gold and amber, casting long streaks of light through the towering windows of Roman’s hotel suite. The space, all sleek lines and muted opulence, is bold yet refined, every detail curated to perfection. It’s the kind of place that commands attention without needing to demand it.

Like him.

Naima leans against the kitchen counter, the stem of a wine glass between her fingers. The cool liquid slides down her throat, but her mind is elsewhere, circling back to him. The way he’s slipping into her life, threading himself into the quiet spaces she thought were hers alone. She doesn’t know how to feel about it, only that the pull is undeniable.

And then, as if summoned by her thoughts, Roman steps into view. Fresh from the shower, his long hair tied back, a black tank clinging to his broad chest, accompanied by black board shorts. He moves with that effortless confidence, the kind that makes space for itself rather than asking for permission.

He smiles when he sees the wine glass in her grasp. "Wine before dinner, huh?"

She rolls her eyes but can’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. "It’s called unwinding, Tribal Chief. You should try it sometime."

He scoffs, stepping closer, his scent, clean, warm, unmistakably him, filling the space between them. "When do I even have time to unwind?" He sounds amused, but there’s a truth in it, an exhaustion she knows he rarely lets show.

His gaze flicks to her glass, then back to her face. The air thickens between them, heavy with words unsaid. She swallows, her pulse quickening under the weight of it.

“I don’t know how much you’re spending flying across the country just to see me,” she says softly, “but it can’t be cheap.”

Roman leans against the counter beside her, towering, solid, making her feel small in a way that somehow makes her feel safe. “Money ain’t an issue,” he says casually, but there’s nothing casual about the way he looks at her. “Especially when it comes to you.”

Her breath hitches. She sets the glass down, fingers tracing the counter’s smooth surface. “Roman…”

“I know,” he cuts in gently, “I can see it all over your face. You’re overthinking stuff.”

He takes her hand and guides her to the couch by the TV, his touch warm and sure. When they sink onto the cushions, he turns to face her fully, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "What’s wrong, baby?"

Her fingers toy with the hem of the OTC shirt she’s wearing—his shirt. He’d tossed it to her with a smirk when she’d joked about never owning any “Roman Reigns merch.” Now, it smells like him, feels like a shield against the storm brewing inside her.

“It’s stupid,” she murmurs, avoiding his gaze.

"Naima." His voice is firm but gentle, his fingers tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Talk to me."

She exhales shakily. “I can’t stop thinking about what Princess said.”

Roman’s jaw tenses, the easy warmth in his eyes darkening. “I figured.” His voice is low, measured. “What part of her bullshit is stuck in your head?”

“It’s not what she said, but how she said it,” Naima says quietly. “You say she’s married, but it’s obvious she’s not over you.”

Roman exhales hard, scrubbing a hand down his face. For half a second, something flashes across his features; a tightness in his jaw, a flicker in his eyes...but he blinks it away fast.

“We’ve known each other a long time,” Roman says, keeping his voice even, casual. “She’s used to certain things going her way, used to me being part of that. Now the dynamic’s different. Her ego is bruised. Simple.”

The way he says it—cool, confident, firm—eases the edge of Naima’s suspicion before it can settle. Almost.

She watches him a second longer, then sighs. “This…whatever this is…it’s new for me, Ro.” Her words tremble at the edges. “It’s been so long since someone gave me this kind of attention without it being a transaction.” She gestures between them, searching his face. “I don’t even know what to call this.”

Roman’s hand finds hers again, fingers twining together like a promise. “This is us,” he says simply. “Getting to know each other. Liking each other. Don’t let her get in your head. She don’t know you. And she sure as hell don’t know us.”

Us. Such a small word, yet it expands between them, too big to ignore. She swallows hard, pushing down the warmth that blooms in her chest. “She knows you, though,” she says, voice quiet. “And she knows your world. What if she’s just telling me a truth I don’t want to hear? That I don’t belong in it. That this won’t work because I don’t fit.”

Roman’s grip tightens, his thumbs tracing slow circles over her knuckles. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, steadier. “She doesn’t know shit. And calling you? That was just her way of trying to fuck with you.”

Naima turns her body toward him, crossing her arms as if that could shield her from the weight of this conversation. She wants to believe him. A part of her does believe him. But the doubts linger, curling at the edges of her thoughts like smoke.

"This is feeling way too good to be real," she confesses. "You’re in my space, in my life, and it feels right, but…" She exhales, shaking her head. "I’m nervous, Ro. You make me nervous.” Her voice drops. “You scare me a little. And I just feel like something’s gonna ruin this before it even starts."

Roman watches her closely, heart thudding. There's something behind her words, more than nerves. Fear. Like she’s been shattered before and is bracing for it to happen again. And he knows that feeling. He’s lived it.

He shifts closer, hand lifting to cradle her jaw with a tenderness he rarely lets show. But it’s her. She brings it out of him. "You think I’m not scared too?" His voice is rough, raw. "I don’t do this, Naima. I don’t let people in, either. But you?" His thumb grazes her cheek, soft, gentle, like he’s been since this whole thing started. "You’re the only one who’s been getting this side of me. You think I’d risk that if I wasn’t all in?"

Her heart stutters. She wants to be practical about this. This should not be a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. But it’s starting to feel that way. Being with him, around him…it feels good. Really good.

"You say that now," she whispers, "but what happens when the novelty wears off? When you get tired of…" She hesitates, dropping her gaze. "Me."

A sharp exhale leaves Roman’s lips before he cups the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads nearly touch.

"You think I’d waste my time flying back and forth if this didn’t mean something to me?" His voice is a low rumble, steady, unwavering.

Her chest tightens, her eyes glistening. "But why me?"

Roman’s eyes soften, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, certain. “Because you make me feel like I can breathe,” he says. “I’ve got a million people pulling me in a million directions, but when I’m with you? None of that shit matters, okay?”

The sincerity in his words makes something break loose inside her, and she barely manages to whisper, "I really like this. And I don’t wanna lose it."

“You won’t,” Roman promises, gaze steady. “I don’t play about what’s mine. And you’re mine, Naima. Period.”

She bites her lip, warmth curling in her chest despite herself. “You are so possessive, Mr. Tribal Chief.”

He chuckles, unapologetic, as he pulls her closer, his lips brushing her temple. “You like it, though.”

“Shut up,” she mutters, but she’s smiling as she buries her face in his chest, inhaling the comfort of him.

His fingers tilt her chin up again, and this time, when he kisses her, it’s slow, unhurried, leaving her breathless and laughing against his lips. He’s all-consuming, intoxicating. She wants to be logical, wants to keep her guard up. But then he’s looking at her like this, touching her like this, kissing her like this, and logic is the last thing on her mind.

“I’m here,” she whispers, barely audible. “And I’m trying.”

Roman presses his forehead against hers, breathing her in. “That’s all I need, baby.”

The next morning, Roman dials Princess’s number with a steady hand, but the fire in his blood is anything but calm. As his chauffeured Escalade cuts through the streets of Atlanta, bound for Hartsfield-Jackson, his jaw clenches, his fingers tightening into a fist against his thigh. When she answers, her voice oozing with the same fake sweetness he’s grown to despise, he doesn’t waste time.

“Roman,” Princess purrs, her words a slow, deliberate taunt. “Took you long enough to hit me up-”

“You fucking bitch,” he cuts her off, his tone as jagged as broken glass. “I know you called Naima. What the fuck is your malfunction?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then a soft, insincere chuckle. “I was only looking out for you,” she says smoothly, feigning innocence, but it only stokes the fire burning in his chest. “You deserve someone who matches your level, Roman. Not some low-class-”

“Shut the fuck up.” The snarl rips from his throat, low and dangerous, laced with a promise she doesn’t want fulfilled. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that again. I don’t know how you got her number, but if this is what you’re wasting your Atlanta connections on? Stalking her? Then you’re more pathetic than I thought.”

For the first time, her mask cracks. The usual polish in her voice turns brittle, her pride flaking at the edges. But Princess is nothing if not venomous, and she recovers fast.

“Awww, how cute!” she mocks, voice dipped in ice. “I would like to know though…Have you told her everything?”

She smirks…he can hear it in the curl of her words. “I bet you haven’t. You scared, baby? Scared she’ll get rid of you once she finds out?”

Roman lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. You were a habit I should’ve kicked a long time ago. And now that I’m about to, you’re acting out like a spoiled child. For what? Jealousy? Ego? Grow the fuck up.”

“Give me one reason why I should be jealous of a low-rent stripper.” Her voice is laced with bitterness. “I’ve been part of your life for years, Roman. Do you really think she’s gonna last? She can’t keep up with you the way I do.”

Roman leans back in his seat, rolling his tongue over his teeth, his anger shifting into something colder, sharper. She’s pushing buttons, trying to find a weak spot, but she’s got it all wrong. Because this—Naima—is exactly what he needs. She’s been the one thing that doesn’t feel like another goddamn game.

When he speaks again, his voice is lethal, cruel. “Let me tell you what’s gonna happen next, Mrs. Rockwell.” He spits the name out like poison. “You’re gonna back the fuck off. You’re not gonna call her, text her, or even think about her. You don’t wanna know what I’ll do if you don’t, but maybe I should make it real clear for you.”

His voice drops lower, turning razor-sharp. “I will burn your world down, brick by brick, and I’ll do it with a fucking smile. I don’t give a damn how many zeroes are in your bank account or your old-ass husband’s checks. Do not test me, Princess.”

The line is dead silent. Roman can practically feel her seething, her rage simmering on the other end.

Finally, she breathes out a low, mocking giggle. “We’ll see about that,” she bites out.

The call ends with a click, the silence that follows feeling like a threat.

Roman grunts angrily, his chest rising and falling with the force of his anger. He steps out of the Escalade, his fists still clenched, adrenaline still roaring through his veins. But even as the fury lingers, something akin to fear creeps in.

What if she does tell Naima everything?

Princess is desperate, vindictive, the type to twist the truth just enough to poison it. And the truth? The truth isn’t clean.

Roman drags a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing heavy on his shoulders. He could shut Princess down, make her regret ever coming for Naima, but the damage might already be done.

And right now, losing Naima is not an option.

Roman swears under his breath, his steps heavy as he walks into the airport. He’ll figure it out.

He has to.

The alternative is too risky.

He doesn’t know what this thing with Naima is yet—not fully—but it feels real. And the last thing he’s about to do is let Princess ruin it before it even has a chance to blossom.

So yeah. He’s gonna figure it out. For himself.

For her.

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