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demie90s · 3 days ago

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Hear me out 👐🏽

I don’t like Caitlin Clark like that but your last fic ate 🤏🏽 and it doesn’t help that I won’t believe she’s 100% straight till it’s on paper soo…

disrespectful fem reader who doesn’t gaf about Caitlin’s “lil boyfriend” and is loud about it. Ig posts, lives, comments, mic’d up, phone case and wallpaper, doesn’t care. Until, there’s a scare on the court and reader very literally tells him to get tf away from her girl and leave. CC’s not hurt fr and was waiting on the day, so smut…. and maybe reader leaks audio and tags him.

Anyways, ly so bad 😘💍

(I can’t lie I love that white girl whos “in love” witch c*nn*er🤷🏾‍♀️)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞ha𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

Caitlin Clark x Fem!Reader

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~ 7.2k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT. 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.

The first time I went viral for Caitlin, I wasn’t even trying.

I was minding my damn business, walking out the damn mall with a smoothie and a fan asked for a picture. I’m smiling—cute, laid-back, black zip-up halfway down my chest, edges laid, nails fresh.

They post it later, all sweet, tagging me and talking about how nice I was. But baby the comments weren’t about my kindness. They zoomed in on the lockscreen showing up in the reflection of my phone case. Clear as day.

Miss Caitlin Clark.

Mid-laugh. In her jersey. Hair a mess like she been sweating, biting her lip. I knew exactly which photo it was too, cause I’m the one who took it. She didn’t even post it. I just keep it for myself.

“Oh is that Caitlin on your wallpaper?” one of the replies said.

I quote-tweeted that shit and said,

“Duh. That’s my girl. Y’all just ain’t catch up yet.”

I said that. And I meant it.

Now let me be very clear: I’m not subtle. I never have been. Especially not when it come to Caitlin. I don’t care about her lil boyfriend—I call him that on purpose. “Lil boyfriend.” Cause that’s what he is. Lil.

I’ve known Caitlin since college. Back when I was just starting to get traction on socials and she was already lighting girls up on the court like it was clockwork. We met at some event—Nike, I think. She was polite. A little awkward. Tall. Pretty as hell. I said something slick, she blushed, and I been hooked ever since.

But fast forward to now. She play for the Indiana Fever and I’m a full-blown influencer. Verified. Booked. Busy. Bad. And bold as hell. I got brand deals, podcasts, interviews, and a whole fanbase that knows one thing for sure:

I want Caitlin Clark. And I don’t care who knows it.

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Go to my Instagram and scroll. You’ll see the usual influencer stuff—outfits, events, gym selfies. But mixed in are straight-up love letters.

Photo of me in a Fever hoodie? Caption:

“I wear it for her. Not y’all.”

A pic of Caitlin mid-game, sweat on her brow, mouthguard between her lips?

“Y’all ever seen art in motion? I have.”

A reel of me courtside, zooming in on her pre-game warmup while I sip a smoothie?

“The smoothie not why I’m here. Zoom in.”

That’s my energy. Every time.

I’ll be on Live, mic’d up during an event, casually talking shit and then say something wild like, “Caitlin could literally elbow me in the jaw and I’d still say thank you.” Fans eat it up every time.

“Yo you really don’t care she got a man?”

“Girl …what man? Ohhh you mean her lil boyfriend?” I’ll squint like I forgot he existed. “That’s cute. Hope he enjoying his time while it lasts.”

I said on a podcast once—and I quote—

“That girl got records, awards, and him. She deserve better on all three.”

And don’t get me started on the games.

I show up courtside. Outfit damn near hand-picked for her. Face beat, lips glossed, thighs out, hair slicked back, nails red. And no matter what, win or lose, she comes to me first.

She’ll jog over, give me that tired little grin and I’ll open my arms like I’m hers. Cause I am. The hug is always too long. Always too soft. Always lowkey romantic. My hand on her lower back. My mouth near her ear. She never pulls away first.

You’ll hear the reporters calling it a “sweet friendship.” Baby, I’m hugging her like I’m about to propose.

When we’re on Live together—rare but gold—she don’t talk much. Not on camera. She’s shy like that. I’m all in her space. Laying under her arm like a pillow. Holding the phone from her lap. Whispering slick shit with a grin.

“You wanna say hi?” She shakes her head. I kiss her cheek.

“She shy. It’s okay y’all. My girl gets nervous when the lights come on.”

She be blushing, hiding her face, whispering “stop.” And I don’t. I never do.

One night, I was on Live solo, just chilling, answering questions, and someone said, “Drop the wallpaper.” I flipped the camera real slow and showed my phone: same damn photo of her, but this time with a little heart scribbled on it in white pen. I said nothing. Just smiled.

They lost their minds. Comments flooded in.

“YOU SICK.”

“NAH YOU REAL BOLD.”

“GIRL SHE GOT A MAN.”

“AND I GOT A LOCKSCREEN. Next.”

You see, it’s not even just thirst. It’s appreciation. I admire her. The way she moves. The fire in her eyes when she’s in the zone. The bite of her sarcasm when she’s tired of being humble. The way she laughs when I say something stupid. The softness that’s only for me. That tension between us It’s real.

Yeah, maybe I’m not technically her girl—but tell me who else she look for first. Who else she hug like that. Who else she lets touch her face like I do. It ain’t him.

I’m bold. I’m open. I’m disrespectful if you wanna call it that. But if Caitlin ever says the word?

That’s mine. Full stop.

She stands in front of the mirror, arms slightly raised, her white top barely covering her waist as she frowns at her reflection and smooths the fabric over her stomach. “Do you think this is too much?” she asks, twisting side to side, not even looking at me.

I’m perched on the edge of her bed, elbows on my knees, lip between my teeth, chewing like that’s the only thing stopping me from doing something irreversible.

Too much? She could wear a grocery bag and still be too much. She’s too much for the room, too much for the night, too much for him. My silence answers before I do.

She glances back over her shoulder. “Too much, huh?”

“You’re exquisite,” I say like it’s a fact. Like she’s not asking for an opinion but a label. And if she is, that’s the one. Not cute. Not bad. Not sexy.

Exquisite.

I don’t even say it loud. I just let it slip like it’s been hanging on the tip of my tongue for months and finally got tired of waiting. She blushes. I smile.

She turns back around, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. The face she’s making in the mirror isn’t focused. It’s soft. Unthinking. Like she’s somewhere else. She hums under her breath and taps at her lip gloss tube, and that’s when I move.

I stand. My steps are slow, careful, but not unsure. She doesn’t flinch when I walk up behind her—doesn’t even blink. My hands hover at her waist for a second, fingers twitching like they’ve been aching for this, and when I finally touch her, it’s too soft to be casual. But I pretend.

I pretend I’m just helping. Just checking the fit. Just smoothing the fabric like she asked. But really I just want to feel her.

My palms drag along her sides, my chest hovering just an inch from her back. I lower my head slightly, close enough to smell the perfume blooming off her skin like heat. My nose brushes her shoulder when I inhale.

“You smell expensive,” I murmur, voice thick.

She giggles. “You helped me pick this one.”

I did. Because I knew what it would do to me. Her lip gloss is barely set when I lean in, but I kiss her anyway. Not on the cheek. Not on the forehead. Right on the mouth.

It’s not even greedy. It’s slow. Like I’m trying to memorize her. Just a sample. Just a test of how much I can take without crossing that final line. She doesn’t pull back. Doesn’t tense up. She keeps talking—says something about maybe changing into a different skirt—but I’m not listening.

I kiss her again. And again.

Soft. Focused. Mouth parting around hers just enough to steal the taste she’s too generous with. I kiss her like I’ve been waiting for her to shut up for three years. And when she leans back against the dresser to finish doing her mascara?

I follow.

My fingers trace the waistband of her skirt while my chin brushes the top of her shoulder. Her lashes flutter in the mirror. Her lips shine like they’re begging for trouble. I lean in close, eyes fixed on her mouth, and whisper:

“You’re really gonna let him take you out lookin’ like this?”

She gives me a side-eye, playful. “He asked me, not you.”

I tilt my head and press another kiss to the corner of her mouth. “He didn’t ask the right questions.”

She licks her lips out of habit, and I nearly lose it. I reach up and hold her jaw lightly, tilting her face to me, not rough, but enough to make her listen. My thumb brushes the gloss that’s already starting to smudge.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that,” I murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like I won’t ruin all that makeup for no good reason.”

She laughs softly, and I bite my lip, trying to behave. But then I kiss her again. This time with teeth. I catch her bottom lip, pull it gently between mine, and let it go slow. Deliberate.

That’s when the knock comes. Once. Then again, louder. Neither of us moves. I’m still kissing her. Still pressed behind her like she’s mine and always has been.

But when the third knock comes, I let her go. Slowly. I don’t even look at the door.

“You gonna get that?” I ask, but I’m already walking.

She turns halfway, breathless, dazed. Lip gloss kissed halfway off. I beat her to the door.

I open it wide and step into the doorway. He’s standing there with flowers—standard, tired. Collared shirt. Dumb look on his face like he wasn’t just interrupting the best part of her night.

“Hey,” he says, smiling like he didn’t hear the shift in the air.

I don’t smile back. I don’t even blink at him. I lean toward her, pressing a kiss to her cheek—not a light one. My hand brushes her hip. I don’t look at her when I say, “Have fun, honey.”

Then I turn to him, finally smiling as I walk past.

“Don’t fuck it up,” I say sweetly, almost singing it.

He steps back awkwardly. I get into my car like I didn’t just kiss his girlfriend like she was mine and he was late to the party. I drive off slow, grinning. Let her go on her lil date.

She’ll be thinking about me the whole time.

It was just past nine when my phone lit up.

I was already up. Still in my hoodie and sweats, sitting on the couch half-watching a movie I wasn’t really paying attention to. My TV was glowing, a bowl of cold takeout sitting on the table, barely touched. The kind of night where you don’t want nothing but peace—and I could tell from the way her name popped up on my phone that peace was the one thing she didn’t have.

Can you come get me?

Five words. But it hit like something else.

She never says that. Caitlin’s stubborn, borderline hardheaded. She stays through shit she shouldn’t, just to say she tried. She don’t fold unless she’s already halfway broken—and her messages are usually short, dry, typed fast. But this one? It felt… soft. Sad. Like something in her was slipping.

I didn’t text back. I just grabbed my keys and left.

Didn’t even fix my hair. Just slid my slides on and drove. The location dropped in the next message, right as I hit the streetlight.

I pulled up slow. Real low. Parked a little crooked but I didn’t care. I saw her before she saw me. Standing outside the restaurant like the night had spit her out and didn’t know what to do with her. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Makeup still fresh but eyes too glossy. Her boyfriend—‘Connor’ was standing a few feet behind her, glaring hard like I stole something. Like she hadn’t asked me to be here.

He was talking, trying to convince her to go back inside. I saw the way he leaned in. Desperate. Embarrassed. Like he knew he fucked up but still wanted to control the cleanup.

“Caitlin, people are looking—seriously, just come back inside. We can talk—” I stepped out the car.

She turned the second she saw me. Her whole body softened like it forgot how to hold tension. And him? He tensed up immediately, puffed his chest a little. Like I was gonna fight him or something. Like I had to.

I didn’t say anything to her yet. Just looked at him with the same deadpan expression I save for people who don’t know when they’ve lost.

“Go inside, Connor,” I said, calm and bored. “You’ve done enough for tonight.”

He scoffed. “She’s my girlfriend.” I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow.

“Then why she call me?”

He didn’t answer. Just stood there, like he wanted to throw something but didn’t have the nerve. Caitlin didn’t even look at him. She walked straight past, straight to me. I opened the car door and held it.

“You okay?” I murmured once she slid in. She nodded, but it wasn’t convincing.

Once I got behind the wheel, I reached over and took her phone from her lap. She didn’t protest. I didn’t even unlock it—I just held it.

“Why’d you take my phone?” she asked, voice soft, almost playful.

“Cause the internet’s fast, and you don’t need to see what they’re saying tonight.”

She went quiet. Her legs were tucked up against the seat, like she was trying to curl herself out of existence. She’d gone to practice early, showered, lotioned, got dressed, did her hair, maybe even shaved. She thought she was gonna have a nice night. She gave him the benefit of the doubt.

And he said what? “I’m not jealous. You’re my girlfriend and she’s all over you!”

The way she told it, he said it like he was the victim. Like she was the one who had been wildin’. Like me being obsessed with her was her fault.

I drove in silence. Her house wasn’t far, but I took the long way. No music. No phone. Just my hand resting lightly on the gearshift and the occasional sigh from her side.

When we got there, she didn’t wait for me. She unlocked the door and went straight to her room. I followed after a second, slow, calm, like I didn’t already want to go back and run him over.

By the time I walked in, she was already changing. Peeling off her little date outfit like it made her skin itch. She didn’t say anything—just threw on a big shirt, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over her lap. Her back hit the headboard. She blinked at the ceiling like it had something to say.

I leaned against the dresser and waited. I wasn’t gonna force her to talk. But she did.

“I knew he wasn’t right for me,” she said finally. “I knew that. I felt it. But I thought… maybe he’d try harder.”

I stayed quiet. Let her go.

“It wasn’t even a real date. He didn’t plan it. We just ended up there. And then outta nowhere he starts talking about you like I’m cheating or something. Like I can’t have any friends or fans or people who love me. Like I’m supposed to apologize for being wanted.”

She scoffed, wiping her eye before anything could fall.

“He said I liked the attention. That I let you get too close.”

I crossed my arms.

“Did you tell him I let you take me to bed twice already? Since we’re telling truths?”

I grinned, couldn’t help it. “No. I’ll leak it later.”

That made her smile, just a little.

She sighed. “I don’t know what I expected. I just… I’m tired. Like I had the whole night planned in my head. Showered. Shaved. Bought new lotion. Let my hair air dry so it would do that soft thing you like. I really did all that just to get yelled at by a man in a Polo shirt.”

I walked over slow, sat at the edge of the bed. My hand reached for hers under the blanket and squeezed.

“Hey��.You still smell amazing.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah. You do. Smell like vanilla, and stress.”

She laughed again, the first real one. I looked over at her face—bare, clean, tired. No lashes, no gloss. Still the most beautiful thing I’d seen all year.

“You should sleep,” I said softly.

She shook her head. “I’m too awake. All that energy for nothing. Now I’m stuck like this.”

I leaned back on my elbows and nodded toward her. “Then don’t sleep. Just be. I’m not goin’ nowhere.”

She looked at me like I was too good. Like she didn’t understand how I could sit here calm while she unraveled. But she didn’t ask. She just slid closer, her shoulder touching mine, and finally exhaled.

That’s when I knew— C*nn*r might’ve had the title. But I had everything else.

I know this house like the back of my hand.

Know where she keeps her throw blankets. Know which one of the bathroom drawers holds her extra hair ties and her retainer case. Know which of the light switches hum when you flick ‘em on too fast.

Know that the little chip on her nightstand came from a bracelet she broke during warmups last season—and she still hasn’t thrown it out.

I know this house. And I know her.

So when I crawl into her bed next to her, I don’t ask. I just do it. Slow. Quiet. Familiar. I lay on my side and wait, letting the silence settle like dust. Letting her breathe.

She looks exhausted, emotionally and physically—skin still warm from the shower she took before that godforsaken date. Her hair’s pulled back loose. Her lips are bare. And her face?

That pretty little face. All Sad. But not broken. No. Not while I’m here.

I shift closer, inch by inch, until my leg brushes hers under the blanket and she lets me stay. Her eyes flutter toward me, curious, a little dazed, but not surprised. Never surprised. This is what I do. I come when she needs me. Even when she don’t know how to ask.

“You look pretty,” I murmur, barely above a whisper. I press a kiss to her jaw. She hums like she doesn’t believe it.

“Like you always do,” I add, brushing her cheekbone with my thumb before kissing that too.

Another kiss. Closer to the corner of her mouth now.

“I mean, it’s honestly kinda unfair,” I say between kisses, the words getting slower, smoother, like syrup. “You out here lookin’ like this… and that man really had the audacity to be jealous of me?”

She laughs under her breath, biting her lip like she’s trying not to.

I kiss the dip beneath her ear. “Tell me how he thought he was gon’ keep you while being this damn insecure. Tell me how that math was ever gon’ add up.”

She shakes her head. Doesn’t speak. But her eyes close, her chest rises a little deeper, and I know it’s working.

She needed this. Not just comfort. Not just the soft hands and the gentle voice. She needed someone to say it. So I do.

“He’s not built for you.” Kiss.

“Never was.” Kiss.

“Soft hands. Weak spirit. Loud mouth.” Now I’m kissing the side of her neck, letting my words warm her skin.

“Don’t even know how to handle a woman who shines this hard. Thought possession meant protection. Thought control meant care.”

Her body’s relaxing, slowly—melting into the mattress like she’s finally allowed to exhale. I drag a hand up her thigh, over the blanket. Just tracing.

“You not hard to love, Caitlin. You just need someone with the range.”

She opens her eyes.

“You think you got that kind of range?” she whispers. I grin.

“Baby, I invented it.”

She laughs, and that’s the sound I was waiting for. Soft. Sleepy. Open. She lifts her hand and lets it rest over mine. I move closer. Chest to chest now. Nose brushing hers.

“You want me to stop?” She shakes her head.

“You sure?”

“Please don’t.”

So I don’t.

I kiss her again. But slower now. No rush. Like I’m savoring her. Letting her know this ain’t some rebound comfort—this is the real thing. My hand cups her jaw, thumb stroking under her ear. She sighs into my mouth, fingers grabbing the front of my hoodie like she needs something to hold on to.

The kiss deepens. Warmer. Hungrier. Still slow, but heavy with intent. I pull back just enough to whisper, “You feel that?”

She nods.

“That’s not pity. That’s not fixing. That’s just me wanting you. Needing you.”

My hand slips under her shirt, palm pressed flat against her stomach. She gasps just a little. Not because I’m moving fast, but because I’m not. Because I’m touching her like I got all night—and like I don’t plan on sharing a single second of it with anybody else.

“He don’t get to know this side of you,” I say against her neck. “Don’t get to see how you bite your lip when you’re turned on. Don’t know how your voice gets high and breathy when you want more but don’t know how to ask.”

I kiss her again. She’s trembling just a little now.

“Connor gets the version of you that makes reservations. I get the version that ruins sheets.”

She lets out a soft moan and I smile, proud and smug and already ready to keep going. But I pause. My mouth hovers over hers, breath hot, lips close enough to graze.

“You sure, baby?”

She nods once, then again faster. “Yes. I’m so sure.”

I kiss her until she forgets he even existed. No rush. No fumbling. Just me moving like I been waiting to unwrap this moment for years. Her shirt’s already halfway up, my hoodie’s on the floor, and my hand is resting high on her thigh, warm, heavy, unmoving—like a promise.

She’s laid out beneath me, breath catching in soft pulses. Legs parting slow like instinct, not hesitation. I’m so close, but I don’t take. I don’t even ask. I guide.

“Touch me,” she whispers, voice already soaked in something deeper than want. Something close to surrender.

I tilt my head. “Where?”

She blushes, tries to hide her face. I don’t let her. I gently grab her chin and tilt it back up.

“Where, Caitlin?”

She swallows hard. “Anywhere.” I grin. That’s what I thought.

I reach for her again—hands tracing up her sides beneath her shirt, lifting it inch by inch until I can slide it over her head. She lets me, eyes locked to mine, hair wild now, breathing shallow. I toss the shirt behind me and press one last kiss to her collarbone before speaking again.

“You mind if I record?” I say it soft. Respectful. My thumb strokes the dip just below her navel. “No face. Just sound. Just for me.”

She bites her lip, cheeks pink, and nods. “Only if I can hear it after.”

I smirk, reaching for my phone with one hand while the other stays planted on her hip. “Oh, baby… you gon’ feel it after.”

I hit record, prop it just beside the pillow, angled low, subtle. She watches with curiosity, lips parted, body already twitching under the weight of anticipation.

Then I drop down. And when I say drop—I drop. Kisses trail down her stomach, slow and steady. She arches slightly when I pause at her waistband, and I look up with a question in my eyes. She nods. I pull.

Her underwear comes off slow, dramatic, soaked. I kiss both thighs first. One, then the other. Then I just sit there for a second, kneeling between her legs like I’m praying.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” I whisper, dragging my hands up the inside of her thighs, keeping her wide.

I mean it. I always do. But tonight…The words are dripping from my mouth like honey. Like prophecy. Like Caitlin was carved out of something holy and mine.

I lean in and kiss her pussy like it’s her mouth. Yes. Kiss. Like that. Not a lick. Not a tease. An actual kiss.

I let my lips press slow and full against her clit—mouth open, pressure intentional, like I’m saying I see you. I feel you. I claim you.

She gasps. Loud. Sharp. I feel her hands grab at the sheets beside her. Then my shoulders. Then my hair. I kiss again.

And again.

Softer. Then harder. Letting my lips move in slow, perfect pulses. Sucking just enough. Breathing hot enough. Letting her twitch under the weight of it.

“F-fuck,” she whispers, voice cracking already. “That’s… that’s not fair.”

I pull back, smirk, kiss her inner thigh. “Not trying to be fair, baby. I’m trying to fuck you up.”

Then I go back in.

This time, tongue out. Mouth wide. Lips sealed around her clit like it’s the only thing on Earth I was born to taste. And I stay there. Let her ride it. Let her feel me.

She’s moaning now. Not the cute kind. The rattled kind. Back arched, one hand on the back of my head, the other lost in the comforter.

“You okay?” I murmur, fingers rubbing her outer lips slow, circling.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You wanna cum like this? Just from my mouth?”

“Please. Please.”

Say less.

I grip her thighs, bury my face, and eat like I got dinner and dessert waiting between her legs. I hum against her, vibrating her open. My nose brushes just above her clit while my tongue stays locked in slow, wide strokes—lapping, kissing, tasting. I don’t rush. I build.

She starts shaking first. Then whining.

Then gasping, “Oh my God. Oh my—fuck, fuck, please don’t stop—”

She tries to pull away. Her hips lift. Her thighs squeeze. I don’t move. I press her down with one arm, hold her still with the other, and keep going.

“I got you,” I say between kisses, between licks. “I got you. Let it go.” She does.

It hits her like lightning. Her legs quake. Her back arches. She cries out so loud, I glance at the phone mid-moan just to be sure it’s catching all of it.

She cums hard, mouth open, hair fanned across the pillow, voice broken on my name. I don’t stop until her hand taps my shoulder—shaky, soft, and damn near useless.

Even then. I press one last kiss to her clit. Tender. Like a signature. Then I crawl back up, tongue dragging up her stomach, mouth brushing her chest. I press my lips to her throat, her cheek, her mouth—kissing her like she’s a miracle I’m allowed to taste.

“You hear that?” I whisper in her ear, reaching for the phone to let her listen. She nods, dazed.

“That’s what you really sound like,” I murmur. “Not the version he knows. The one that belongs to me.”

She turns, eyes glassy, and kisses me slow. She doesn’t say it out loud. But she doesn’t have to. She’s mine. Everyone knows.

She’s still breathing heavy. Still twitching under the sheets. Glazed, breathless, skin flushed and damp like she just got baptized in pleasure. Because she did.

I’m watching her. Watching the way her chest rises and falls. The way her thighs try to close on instinct but keep shaking too much to stay shut. Her hand is limp on my chest, nails still marked from clawing at me.

I kiss her again. Just once. Just soft enough to make her smile, and just hard enough to remind her that I’m nowhere near done.

“You good?” I ask, voice low. Gravel-thick.

She nods. “Too good.”

I smirk, brushing her hair off her face. “Mm. Not even close to done with you yet.”

She laughs, then gasps when I slide my fingers right back between her thighs, slow and easy.

“Oh my—”

“Yeah. You not done,” I murmur, dipping a single finger into her, dragging it slow, curling it like I know her body better than she do. “You just warming up, baby.”

Her legs twitch open again on instinct. And I swear to God she moans just from my fingers crooking slow.

“You feel that?” I whisper, thumb brushing her clit.

“Uh-huh—”

“Like your body missed me. Like it knew what it needed and just waited.”

She tries to talk but I add a second finger and that’s a wrap. She chokes on her moan. I kiss her shoulder. Her neck. Her jaw. My other hand rubs slow circles at her thigh while I curl deep and slow and thick inside her.

“You gon’ let me slut you out tonight?” I whisper into her mouth.

Her eyes roll a little. “Y-yeah—”

“Nah, say it. I wanna hear it.”

She whines. “Slut me out.”

“Louder.”

“Slut me out.”

I bite her lip. “That’s my girl.”

Then I reach for the nightstand drawer. That drawer. She sees me open it, sees the black strap—clean, fresh, already waiting like I knew I was gonna work her tonight. Because I did.

I hold it up, eyebrow raised. She nods fast, grabbing the sheets like she needs it.

“I gotchu,” I whisper. “I’mma put your ass to work.”

She giggles but it’s shaky now—nervous-horny. The best kind. I get up slow, kiss my way down her body again just to prove a point. Then I strap up. Real casual. Real slow. She’s watching me the whole time, lips parted, legs still trembling.

I crawl back on the bed.

“Get up,” I say.

She blinks. “W-what?”

“Up. On all fours.”

She does. Fast. Ass arched, back dipped, face down. I run my hand over her spine, grip her hips and guide her back until she’s lined up perfectly.

I slide in slow. Like I’m proving something. Like I want her to feel every inch.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, dropping her head. “Fuuuck—”

I start slow. Deep. Lazy strokes. My hands firm on her hips, pulling her back into me, letting her feel the weight and stretch with every push.

“You feel that?”

“Y-yes—yes—”

“You took me so well. Look at you. So nasty for me.”

I lean down, grip her hair, pull it just enough to lift her head.

“You don’t need no man, Caitlin. You just need me. That mouth. That stroke. That pressure.”

She moans louder, rocking back against me like her body knows it’s mine now.

“You love this shit, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck yes—”

I pick up pace. That rhythmic sound of hips slapping, her voice rising with every thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets like she’s about to levitate.

“You gon’ cum for me again?”

“Mmhmm—”

I reach around and rub her clit while fucking into her like I own her soul. The way she cries out makes my whole chest tighten. She’s trying to run, and I won’t let her.

“Nah, don’t run. Take it.”

She falls apart again—loud, shaking, begging. Her body collapses forward and I follow, pressing her into the bed, grinding deep.

“That’s it. That’s mine.”

She nods. “Yours.”

“Say it again.”

“Yours.”

I slow down. Not because I’m done—but because I wanna flip her over. See her face when I break her again.

“On your back.”

She obeys, eyes glossy, lips red, chest rising too fast. I kiss her slow as I slide back in—face to face now, strap bottoming out, her nails digging into my back.

I fuck her slower now. Deep. Intentional. Like she’s the only person alive and this is how we breathe. Her moans get quieter but heavier. Her mouth falls open.

“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please.”

“You already know what I’m doing.”

Her legs wrap around me. I bury my face in her neck, fucking her like I love her. And maybe I do. Because the way I say her name when she cums again—that didn’t sound like casual. She moans and it’s not cute anymore.

It’s raw. Guttural. Desperate.

I’m moving slow, hips grinding against her with that deep, circling stroke that feels like I’m carving myself into her. Not fucking—etching. Like every motion is a signature. Like I want her to feel this tomorrow and the day after and the rest of her fucking life.

My chest is pressed against hers. Her legs wrapped around my waist. And she’s naked now—finally—cause I pulled her shirt over her head mid-thrust, kissing every inch I uncovered. Her chest, her collarbone, her stomach, those nipples she swears are too sensitive but beg for attention anyway. She’s glistening under me, skin damp, back arched, face twisted in pleasure that’s starting to make her cry.

I ain’t even surprised. A good woman like this. Deserves to be loved so good it feels like grief.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” I murmur against her lips, wiping the tear from her cheek with my thumb before kissing her again.

She gasps as I hit that spot again—slow, angled just right, strap digging deep and thick while I keep my other hand rubbing her clit in the rhythm only I know.

Her breath hitches. Eyes wide.

“Oh my God—”

“You feel that, huh?” I growl against her neck. “Feel that real pressure?” She nods, frantic, too fucked out to speak.

“You ever cum like this before?”

“N-no,” she sobs. “N-never like this—”

“Course not,” I whisper, voice all satin and smoke. “That lil’ boy don’t know what to do with you. Can’t even spell clit.”

She cries harder, but it’s not sadness—it’s overwhelm. Joy. Release. She’s gripping my back like I’m the edge of the world.

“You mine now, huh?” She nods.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours—I’m yours, I swear—don’t stop—”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

I give it to her. With intention. With the kind of love that ain’t always soft, but never cruel.

I speed up just a little—enough to make her eyes roll and her mouth fall open. I’m gripping the back of her thigh now, pulling her open wider, tilting my hips to hit that angle that makes women fall in love.

She grabs the sheets. Starts babbling.

“I can’t—oh my God I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“You not tapping out on me, baby. You asked for this.”

Her thighs start to shake. Her whole body locks. I slow it down—just a little—to feel the way she clenches around the base of the strap, soaking wet, dripping down her thighs and my stomach. The sheets are already a mess, but I keep going.

“Breathe,” I whisper. “Just breathe.” She tries. Fails.

I lean back and look at her—really look. Sweat on her chest, tears on her cheeks, lips swollen from how many times I’ve kissed her stupid. And I swear to God, just looking at her like this makes my whole body tighten.

She’s perfect. And I’m nasty enough to love every fucking second of watching her come undone.

“Look at me,” I say, voice lower now. She does. Barely.

“You so pretty when you cry.”

Her body jerks—she loves that shit.

“You need to cum again?” She nods so fast it’s almost a sob.

“Good.” I pull out slow, then slide back in with one deep, wet thrust.

And then—it happens. A full-body shake. Her legs kick, her back lifts, and then a wave of wetness hits my stomach and thighs. Her eyes widen in shock. Her mouth drops open like she can’t believe it.

“Oh my God—did I—?”

“You just squirted” I whisper, grinning against her ear. “That’s what happens when someone actually knows how to fuck you.” She’s crying harder now—happy, overwhelmed, high off it.

“Connor ain’t never made you cum, did he?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming. “Never like this—never came with him—”

“That’s cause you ain’t never been loved right,” I growl. “Not like this. Not by me.”

I rock into her one more time—slow, deep, soaking in the ruin I’ve made of her—and she folds around me, wrapping her arms tight around my back like she needs to keep me in her, like letting go would kill her.

She cums again. Clutches me. Moans my name. I hold her through it, smiling like the devil in satin.

“Water,” I whisper.

She mumbles something sleepy.

“I ain’t ask.” I put the straw to her lips. “Sip.”

She drinks, slow. Then leans back with a sigh that could make a woman cry. Caitlin fell asleep with my name still on her lips.

She was facing away from me, my hoodie drowning her frame, her breath even and soft, the tension finally bled from her muscles.

The sheets were fresh now—clean, warm, a little lavender in the air—and her body curled instinctively into mine as I pulled the blanket over us.

I stayed close, arm tucked around her stomach, my hand resting low on her abdomen like I was protecting something sacred.

Every now and then, she’d shift in her sleep, press further into me like she couldn’t settle unless I was wrapped around her. Like my body was the last safe place she had.

I didn’t sleep right away. I just watched her. Traced the back of her hand with my thumb. Kissed the shell of her ear when she whimpered through a dream.

I’d touched every inch of her that night—claimed her so thoroughly she was crying, squirting, holding onto me like salvation—and now here she was, resting like a baby in my arms.

She looked soft. Exhausted. At peace. And underneath it all, even after everything I’d done to her…she looked happy.

The next morning, she stretched before opening her eyes. The sunlight hit her face just right and I swear, I almost fell in love with her all over again.

Her voice cracked when she whispered “good morning,” still scratchy from all the moaning she’d done the night before, and I leaned in to kiss her shoulder before she could fully sit up.

“I feel so good,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

“You look good” I answered, watching her slip from the bed with her legs still wobbly, her bare skin glowing beneath the hem of my hoodie. She

was humming, smiling for no reason, floating through the room like she’d just come back from a spa retreat, not a night of straight freaky, soul-bending sex.

She had a game that afternoon. She got ready slow, light on her feet, distracted but not nervous. I watched her lace her shoes, tuck her jersey into her shorts, mouth pressed into that little focused pout she always did.

I didn’t say much. Just sat on the bed, sipping water and grinning, because she looked like a walking victory.

But then—he showed up. Connor. Front row.

He was standing with flowers in his hand like they meant something. Like he hadn’t already lost. The second Caitlin saw him, something changed. Her shoulders stiffened. Her eyes dropped. That glow dimmed just a little. Not gone, but bruised.

I didn’t stand up. Not yet. Just watched. Waited. Then she fell.

It wasn’t serious—just a bad landing, a little twist of the ankle. But she stayed down longer than she should have, and that was enough to make people panic. Enough to make him jump out of his seat and yell her name like he was still allowed.

I stood up. Not fast. Not loud. But I moved and the whole air shifted. He tried to follow her toward the tunnel, but I stepped in front of him. Calm. Still chewing gum.

“She might need me,” he said, adjusting the flowers like that was his ticket through.

I tilted my head, smiling cold. “Boy..be fucking frl..she don’t need you.”

He opened his mouth again, but I was already over it. “Go home bud. You lost.” His jaw tensed. But I didn’t budge.

“She got me,” I added, just loud enough for him and the security guard next to him to hear. “And she don’t look like she missin’ you.” I left him standing there.

Walked to the tunnel where she was seated, trainers checking her ankle. She wasn’t crying—just breathing hard, clearly shaken. The second she saw me, her eyes softened.

“You good?” I asked, crouching low so we were eye-level.

She nodded. “Just a scare.”

“….I told him to get the fuck away from you.”

She blinked. Then smirked. “You didn’t.”

I leaned in, kissed her forehead. “I absolutely did.”

Her smile cracked all the way open. “Your insanely in love”

“Yeah,” I murmured. “I know.

Later that night, she was curled up on her couch with her legs over mine, grapes in a bowl beside her, hair wet from a post-game shower, my hoodie still draped off one shoulder. She looked good. Like victory and sex and trouble, all in one.

I was sitting low on the floor, back against the couch, editing a post on my phone. One leg stretched out, her foot playing with my knee. She watched me scroll through the pictures—nothing explicit. Just the aftermath of last night.

Her hand gripping mine under a blanket. The food I fed her. A blurry pic of the back of her head as she laid out on the pillow. Then, the final slide: a short six-second audio clip from last night.

Her moan. Her voice. Me whispering, “That’s it. Just like that. Let it go.”

“You trust me?” I asked, glancing up.

She nodded slowly. “What are you about to do?”

“Post the…audio?” I ask casually.

She raises an eyebrow. “That audio?”

“Just a few seconds. And it’s the last slide. No face. No names.”

She laughs. “Let me hear it.”

I press play. It’s the part where she moans my name and cries out all soft, the bed creaking in the background. Her face flushes, but she smiles.

“Do it. Be toxic. I’m not stopping you.”

“Say less.”

Caption: “Imagine losing. I could never 🙃”

I tagged him. Only him. Caitlin saw the notification, stared at it for a second, then opened Instagram and commented: 🙄

I grinned. Wrapped around my girl. Where I belong.

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trinityobsessesovatings · 7 months ago

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Oh My God~! {ARCANE REACTION}

ARCANE CHARACTERS' REACTION TO YOU IN THE VIRAL TIKTOK NIGHTIE!

characters included; VI, CAITLYN, SEVIKA, MEL, and PAP-i mean JAYCE

CONTENT WARNINGS: suggestive themes, cursing, first time writer probably bad punctuation 😔 and lowercase 😔

i would just like to say; thank you to anyone who gives this a chance and reads it! this is my first time actually like, posting anything like this so this is completely out of my comfort zone. feedback is so very much appreciated.

enjoy! 🥰

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speechless pt.1

girl was cooking you guys a nice lil dinner

i headcanon that she’s actually an amazing cook

i mean she got music playing in the background on low, the lights in y’all little apartment are dimmed

it wasn’t a special occasion or anything she was just feeling like y’all deserved it

she was in her little zone, humming along to song, bopping her head to the music, occasionally actually singing along to whatever she was listening to

then she hears your feet patting along the floor, when she turns around and sees you she deadass drops the plate that was in her hand

JAW DROPPED TO THE FLOOR

y'all know how she could NEVER stop looking from cait’s eyes to her kirammountains

YUH that was her with you, BUT ALL OVER!

you giggle to yourself, as you look at yourself in the mirror. ‘Oh yeah this is definitely gonna go somewhere!’ you thought to yourself, then proceeded to practically skip out of your bedroom.

CONGRATULATIONS YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!

you cute little nightie is ripped up and you guys are down one plate

congrats 😜

caitlyn

ever since your babygirl became a dictator i mean commander 🤭 sorry y'all

she has been stressed and had to keep beating maddie off with a stick

she’s pulling the pearl; “I’M MARRIED!” 👹

so you decided to pull the classic show up to her place of work covered in a overcoat

caitlyn already knows what you’re up to and she definitely wants that cookie

she saw the nightie in your drawer the other day

but she’s still gonna let you have your moment

“I got something to show you, baby.”

you tell her being all… seductive, prepared to surprise your girl.

she deadass hit you with a

“that’s nice, love!” 😊

you’re not impressed 😐

that’s alright though you got something for that ass

guess she just has to make it up to you for ruining the surprise 🤷🏾‍♀️

sevika

stress pt 2

speechless pt 2

half of me wanted to make this based off before she joined the council

but i said NAH make it post war councilwoman sevika

anyway

this WOMAN 😩 stay coming home about ready to crash out after having to deal with the other idiots on the council

this poor woman comes home, grabs a bottle of liquor, and lights a cigar

not before cracking a window though, you got on her for that shit and she would rather not face your wrath again

happy wife, happy life am i right or am i right?

ANYWHO

big mama doesn’t even know your home, it's so damn silent

then you strutting into the living room hitting this pose right here

i’m talking; cigar falling out of mouth, bottle booze hitting the floor with a thump, and she’s standing up and walking towards you like she’s under a spell

i’m telling you if this woman wasn’t so speechless AND stoic

she for sure would have let out an “AWOOGA!”

y'all ended up breaking the couch by the way… and dining room table

mel

deadass… y’all had the same exact idea!

like same idea, same day, YALL EVEN GOT THE SAME EXACT SLEEP DRESS

but both of y’all were giggling at the fact y’all both thought the same thing

literally went something like this:

“I have something to show you!~”

you had called from the closet

“Well I have something to show you as well~!”

she would say from the bathroom

then bam you both see each other and are like 🤨🤭🥴💋

like y’all both went all out

mel got body gold shimmery body glitter on, you got your hair did that morning, you both got on each other’s favorite perfumes on…

yeah y’all both matched each other’s freaks fr

jayce

never in my time of watching this show did i EVER think i would write for this man

but pookie lowkey got me rn… that black fit he wore for like 10 minutes in that one episode

YEAH I NEED THAT, I CRAVE THAT 👹

let's get back to our regularly scheduled program sorry about that y'all 😰

so you and jayce have been locked in since BEFORE the whole hextech explosion

LAWD when you heard your man was in the system

OPEN THE CELL LET MY MAN OUTTA JAIL

is what you were saying

you were at his hearing in front of the council

almost had a heart attack again when they almost banished him

but look at y’all now!

he the man of progress and you all like:

“dats mine” 😌

THEN he calls you talkin bout some

“oh i'm a councilman now.” 😊

that’s when you decided

“yeah it’s time to give this man the ULTIMATE gluck gluck 3000 with the hextech upgrade”

he comes home from his first day as part of the council and this right here

🧍🏾🥴

because there you are

lights dimmed

rose petals scattered

glasses of champagne

nightie ✅ floor length robe ✅ makeup on sultry ✅

yeah he laid it DOWN on you that night

ready to congratulate your man

next thing his mama, the kirammans, and the council know:

he and his NOW fiancée are expecting

CONGRATULATIONS 🥳

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

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creatingblackcharacters · 3 months ago

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I’m reading a book and decided to try Ice’s technique of assuming the character is Black to see how far I could get. This character in question is described multiple times -along with family members- as having *copper* skin and black (the color) hair, and there was also once a vague reference to lighter palms, so I thought there was a good chance. Got to about 57% before the author dropped a few more details about the guy’s hair and it was clear it was not textured :/ So I was thinking it must mean he’s SWANA or Desi and switched the imagine in my mind to that. I just finished the book and did a search to see what other people envisioned. You know exactly where I’m going with. Fans didn’t even bother with ambiguously brown they skipped right to pale white guy with black hair tropeヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ

As much as I want to dive right into condemning the racist fans, I think the author deserves to be thrown under the bus too. It’s clear there was an effort to craft this character as not white, but it’s also obvious the effort was at most just a bit over minimal. When I’ve read stories written by authors of color about characters of color, I’ve never once forgotten the character’s race/ethnicity. In these cases it was impossible for me to dismiss or overwrite with a different race/ethnicity hc. <- time and again I see white authors failing to reproduce this.

I hope all these aspiring writers following your blog and in your ask box take your lessons to heart. This surface level sprinkling in of physical descriptions is not enough.

Anyways, I would like to get your thoughts on the word copper as a descriptor for skin color. A deeply problematic on multiple levels trope is for authors to give white male characters "tans". That being said, do you think copper is a good descriptive word for Black skin? Or does it fall more in the ambiguously brown category? Perhaps even so deep into the ambiguous bucket that it can describe a white person with a tan?

Thank you for trying the thought experiment! Really, a lot of authors and readers take for granted that characters are often assumed white until otherwise. Thus backlash when they either aren't cast or drawn as such.

I think copper is a beautiful skin descriptor for someone Black whose skin is copper. Don't just use it as a 'one size fits all" description, no! But also, like you said, copper could be for someone nonblack as well, and that's fine! I'm sure someone who wanted "diversity points" but low commitment would have an easy time.

I wouldn't use it for tanned white people just because damn, let the melanated folks have something 🤣 I think if you say a character's skin is "bronzed copper by the sunlight", we'll understand that it's a tan. Versus if you say their skin is just copper, then it's like... Okay so that's their base skin tone? At least that's how I'd read it.

I don't see why your image of a Desi or SWANA man would be any less valid 🤷🏾‍♀️ Because if you managed to get through that whole book and your image of a Desi man was not interrupted and changed absolutely nothing in the way you visualized the story, then.... 🤷🏾‍♀️

(I'm also curious, what was the character's environment/setting? Were we also dealing with some orientalism here, with his family being the 'exotic' ones, as evidenced by their darker skin tones and ambiguously ethnic background?)

#creatingblackcharacters #black character design

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immedealwithit9855 · 2 months ago

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Through the Glass

I felt inspired by a sweet little bird with a smile to prove it. I hope this turns out great. He IS the Leader and the Eldest🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

Leonardo x fml lover

Its about to get smutty up in here, ya'll.....

You've been with him for 3 years. Still wanting to believe it was a dream. A dream you will soon wake up from. He comes when it is appropriate, to which you respects because of his job. You'll talk with him on the phone, sharing thoughts, dreams, and many things that keep the relationship on a fine foundation. You worry for him, he reassures you he will be alright.

You still, feeling the earth turn beneath your feet. Your heart screaming for......passion. His touch. His strength. You step outside onto the balcony, watching the Moon shift. Thinking. Wanting. Craving. "I want more. I want.......him!"

Each night was the same feeling. A feeling that would not disappear. His low voice. His masculinity. You could hardly bare it.

One night, he called wanting to know if you were free to spend time with him. He sounded.....distracted.

"Are you alright? Is something wrong?" You sheepishly asked. It was silent for a moment before he answered.

"I'm not sure. Guess it depends on you." He says, puzzling you.

"What does that mean?" You wondered. More silence.

"Leave your window unlocked. I'll be there soon." He says, hanging up before she could ask what he means. You started to fear the worst.

He arrives as planned. Staring at you, sitting on the couch. You look up to see his darkened figure. He slowly enters your apartment, his feet barely creaking the floors as he approaches you. He sounded out of breath. You could take it no more. You brushed your long black braids out of her face.

"Look, if it's me I am so sorry. I never wanted to be a nuisance. If you're gonna......umpf!"

He kisses you urgently. His tongue coaxing yours to dance. He works his digits through your braids, slowly and carefully strengthening the moment. Your eyes glossed with need.

"I need to know." He speaks."Have I ever disgusted you? Tell me!" He whispers gently.

"Never have you ever disgusted me." You answered without hesitation. 'What brought on this sudden question?' You wondered. His eyes search for hesitation, deceit. He found none as your eyes filled with a more passionate request. His churrs echoed throughout the apartment.

"I cannot contain myself anymore! I want you! I want to claim you as my own!" He grunts, squeezing your shoulders,"I need to know if you feel the same."

Tears fell down your cheeks, soaking your pj's. He wondered if he went too far when he started to loosen his grip. You gently placed your hands on his chest. "I've been wanting you so badly, it hurts. The thought of taming this urge myself is nauseating. I want you, Leonardo! I've always wanted you."

He nuzzles your nose with his snout, eyes attached to yours. Caressing your skin.

"I want all of you! I wanted to be sure. But are you sure?"

"Yes. I am. It's been eating at me long enough. I can't contain myself either!" His eyes lit up at your confession. Fond of how you felt the same exact way as he did. He embraced you wholeheartedly.

He kisses your hand.

The strength within this mighty terrapin warrior never ceased to amaze you. A gasp escapes you as he hoists you up to straddle his waist. Tilting your head back for him to enjoy your lovely neck. Suddenly you stopped him, his face wondering why you pumped the breaks. You motioned for him to put you down. He starts to worry if you were having 2nd thoughts.

"You deserve a clean body. Let me shower first. I won't be long. Make yourself comfortable." You announced, tracing your digits along his chiseled chin. He understands, this is his first time, her first time. He was touched with the amount of consideration you've shown. He found your bedroom and started to undress. He too got cleaned before arriving. All that was left was his underwear. His instincts started kicking in when he heard you humming a soft tune. Your voice, your curves, your eyes, his body unconsciously started to betray him as he slowly walked to the bathroom.

It was steamy. You had one of those showers with sliding glass doors. A small luxury for living in the Big Apple. The glass was foggy, all he saw was you silhouette. As you thoroughly washed away the filth, you looked up to find a dark figure standing outside of the glass door. Your heart quickened. 'Leonardo!' She mouthed.

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A sense of arousal peaked its lovely head as you did not make any sudden moves. Some may freak out, yet you felt unafraid of his massive presence. You proceeded to lather your hands with soap and began washing your most private area. He did not move a muscle, his self-control being tested as he made out your clouded figure washing yourself for him. He bit his lip, hands firmly at his side so not to touch himself.

You rinsed off very thoroughly. The water continued running as you faced him. Bringing your hand up to wipe a streak into the glass to better see his face. His eyes made you gush, eyes that have seen so much, eyes you admired. He inched closer to the glass, just as you did. Each sharing a kiss. No matter how thick the glass, they could still feel the sensations coursing through them. Pulling away, you place both hands on the glass, watching him do the same. His 3 fingered digits always fascinated you. You smile, yet his eyes began to change to hesitation.

Was it because of their differences? Him being a mutant and she a human female? Was he having doubts? Was he scared? It could have been any of those things. One thing she knew for sure, was that she wanted him just as he is.

You back away, earning a very confused look upon his face. You wiped away more of the foggy glass, so he had a full view of her entire body. Your dark skin enticing him, water running down every curve, even the shower cap you wore was cute to him. You ran your hands up and down your body. He was barely holding himself back.

'Whats happening to me? What is this woman doing to me right now? It's like she's in heat!'

You sink a digit between your lips, sucking them. Moaning for him. Your lust for him at an all time high. You smirk as he starts to hump the glass. Then you grab your breasts, twisting your chocolate nipples for his enjoyment. His eyes became dark, feral. He had reached his limit.

He takes a deep breath, slowly grabbing a towel hanging on the wall. Abruptly opened the glass door to his meal. You didn't flinch as he wrapped you in the towel, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom. He was so calm, yet struggling inwardly. He placed you on the bed having swiftly dried you. The only fabric on him was his boxers. His meat pushing against the constricting fabric, hungry for your inner core.

"I'm dying to taste you." He coos, getting down on his knees, spreading her legs wide to see you freshly scrubbed folds. "Can I?" He asks.

"Yes.......Please, Leonardo." She softly says.

Saying his full name, excited him more. He inched his way down to your heat, smelling your essence, familiarizing himself with your scent. His tongue slid out, licking a wet stream up to your clitoris. You moan at the feeling. "Say my name again, Love. Say it!" He orders, kissing your thighs.

"Leonardo. Leonardo! Ahh!" You squealed as he tasted you thoroughly. Questioning himself where he had the time to learn such a technique.

He spent the entire time tasting you, edging you until it hurt. Drawing out every cry and moan out of that mouth.

"Please Leo, I can't anymore. Please." You cried.

"Tell me what you want." He says, sucking your clit languidly.

The intensity was getting to you, yet you mustered up the strength to respond,"I want you inside me!" You release covered his snout, to which je savored every drop.

He halts his ministrations, working his hands from your belly to your face. He sits up, showing you his leaking manhood. So unique.

"I want to feel every inch of you, Leo!" You coo. "Take Me, Give it all to me!"

He rests himself between your thighs, working his hand up your body to your face. You take a digit an kissed it.

"Y/N. I'll go slow. If it's too much, tell me. Alright?" Leo says, concerned with his size. You gave a nod.

He started by rubbing his tip over your clit, making you jolt and whimper. He made little sound, just breathy groans. He pressed his tip to your swollen nub, practically kissing it. Watching your reaction the whole time, as he dragged his tip down to your soaked folds. He wanted to be coated in your essence, wanted to be surrounded by your throbbing heat. You share a look, he takes your hand while still holding himself, he carefully enters you.

"Oh my. Leonardo!" You cry out.

"Y/N!" He groans, sinking deeper and deeper. He leans forward, his snout to your nose, keeping your eyes captive with his. Your core slickening more with his intrusions. Then he hilted. He waited, watched you, nuzzling your neck. Working his way to your neglected lips. Kissing you fervently. You squeezed him good, feeling his churrs against your chest. It felt amazing. Not even a vibrator would compete.

"Are you ready, My Love?" He asks.

"Yes. Take me, Leo! Im all yours." You breathily say. Kissing him again.

He started thrusting inside of you. Your wetness dribbling down as he worked you slowly, as if you were an antique he didn't want to damage. He watched as you came undone beneath him, grasping the pillows with one hand, caressing his cheek with the other. He adored every inch of you. His resolve withered as he tucked his arm under your leg to go deeper. You yelped at the feeling.

"Leo. Just.....like...... that. Yes!" You begged.

He obliged, keeping the pace steady, acknowledging he doesn't have a human male's junk. What made the moment genuine, was how much you wanted him. How much you craved him. As though all that pent up sexual frustration just came out in that moment. You both made sweet passionate love, sharing kisses and caressing each other's body. Then you felt that twinge in your belly.

"OH my. Cumming. I'm cumming!" You warned, wrapping your legs around his thick waist so he wouldn't pull out.

"Come, my Love. COME!" He ordered.

Your body screamed as your release overflowed, squirt after squirt. He started to groaned louder as you squeezed him tight, ushering in his own release. Locking eyes with you, placing both hands on your face, uttering the words you cherish the most coming from him to you,"I Love You So Much. I LOVE YOU! AHHH!" He slammed his hips over and over into your tired heat. Eyes squeezing as you both moaned at the top of your lungs as your combined fluids came leaking down the bedsheets.

"You felt so good, Leo!" You moaned.

"You too. I'd love to do it again, sometime." He says, rubbing your belly.

He peppered your forehead with kisses. You whimper as he slowly pulls out of you. Pulling you onto his plastron to rest. Fluffing your hair and caressing your back as you caught your breath. You had enough strength to utter,"I Love You, too." To which he smirks.

Neither of you said a word, looking out the bedroom window. Daytime slowly greeting you both. He gets up, puts his clothes on and helps you out of bed. You walk him to the window, before he leaves, he plants another kiss to your lips. Giving you a silent promise.

"Until next time." He leaps away.

Your urges are no more.

@raisin-shell

#bayverse leonardo #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt aged up #tmnt adults #tmnt smut #tmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt fluff

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astralwynds · 2 months ago

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I have nightmares about Jimin winning this AMA and then writing a message on Weverse that says "Thank you, ARMY!"

Not because I want him to acknowledge PJMs (that's among the last things on earth that I'd wish to happen, I can't imagine the chaos that will ensue and it's not gonna happen anyway realistically) but because ARMYs are gonna become even more insufferable, rubbing it in our faces, and they're gonna go even lower in their shitty treatment of Jimin because they'll justify it as "Jimin understands us no matter what"

And the worst of it all is that many PJMs are gonna start unstanning him (because most are just as egotistical as ARMYs are with BTS and crave acknowledgement from him so badly) and his solo fandom will crumble.

“His solo fandom will crumble.”

…Okay?

Lmao. This ask doesn’t even give overly worried pjm to me it screams anti confessional trying to fear monger. And maybe you honestly are the former, still extremely dramatic.

Funny thing is, I agreed with you for the most part because that 100% is what armys are counting on. They’ve been seeding their typical “you know Jimin only cares about armys, pjms.” posts in droves for the past week cause they want us to believe that all our efforts are worthless because he won’t acknowledge it in the end. They’ve also started their gaslighting to act like they were the were who were voting for Jimin all along because pjms winning that SMA spooked them. (We all got receipts so y’all are not succeeding with that.) They don’t want to share the attention while at the same time disregarding it in the first place.

Do you really think that with as many times as Jimin has thanked armys for work that pjms have done, we’re not prepared for the same thing to happen with the AMAs? The countless posts I’ve seen where the only real goal is for Jimin to win because he deserves it more than any other nominee. And I won’t demonize pjms who would like acknowledgement from Jimin because it is not from the same egomaniacal place that armys come from. It’s because they want him to know he has an actual fandom out there that’s not full of contempt towards him like armys are and genuinely want to see him succeed and I don’t see that as a bad thing. 🤷🏾‍♀️

But If armys can really live with knowing that they basically led an anti campaign against Jimin in pseudo favor of Joon and steal credit for that award like I know they can. Then they’re just confirming that they were never in it for Joon, and just took it as a chance freely express their resentment against Jimin while also wanting to humble pjms. And that will always be worse.

#Though I’ll never agree with the pjms who want Jimin to see how armys behave towards him

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karmacharmeleon18 · 2 months ago

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I need more of your thoughts on the prequel and sequel 👀👀 please yap away my friend

LMAO and yap away I will!

I'm always excited for sequels, especially because there's SO MUCH we've yet to see about the Moriyamas!!! I need those bitches vanquished, seriously it's not a want, it's a need, and there's simply not enough time left for it in Jean's trilogy

I still think one book might not be enough??? But Nora was clear that #2 Kevin Day only needs 2 books... and since one is a prequel, we are left with only one sequel

I guess TSC3 will set things into motion and they'll be finalized in TQG?

Even if it's just one standalone sequel, I think it's a good idea to have if from Kevin's POV because he has insights on that family no one else has

I really, truly HOPE/WISH/NEED Nora is going in that direction, the "let's take down the Moriyamas" route, and Kevin can reasonably be the key to that

So I'm excited and I would be SUPER disappointed if nothing major happened in that regard

I just see no point in making one standalone sequel from Kevin's POV unless we see the fall of the Moriyamas, you know??? Like, what's the point otherwise?

Nora said she had originally planned a #4 AFTG book from Neil's perspective, about the new freshmen, the game against the dismantled and crumbling Ravens, etc. but then she realized it wasn't needed, there wasn't enough plot for a whole book: the Foxes' story was over

So if we're getting a sequel from a current Fox, there must be a specific reason why

(🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾 PLEASE NORA PLEASE LET THERE BE A REASON 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾)

If it was a trilogy, I could understand, it means Nora just wants to analyze Kevin's character and give him an arc of some kind; maybe a trilogy set at the same time as AFTG, giving us Kevin's perspective of canon events? Or a sequel trilogy showing how Kevin handles being in the world on his own after graduation? An ex Raven, former Fox, dealing with the real world? Both could work

But a single sequel?

Set right after TSC where criminal trials and Testuji's role are still up in the air?

Titled The Queen's Game?

Come on, the Moriyamas are getting what they deserve, right?

RIGHT?

I really hope/think Nora will use this one sequel book to tie up all the loose ends TSC3 will inevitably leave us with, because there's just not enough time to resolve everything in a trilogy finale

So I'm excited and hopeful and would be EXTREMELY disappointed if we got nothing, no justice, no freedom for our Foxes and Trojans

It would make no sense to me

Like, for example, I'm not particularly interested in reading a book about Kevin joining the Houston Sirens, aka Thea's team, and see their relationship develop. Nora recently made a post trying to "redeem" Thea to an extent, where she acknowledged that canon!Thea did not leave a good impression (but then she makes it all even worse in TSC? Nora, what are you doing?), but I'm just not interested in a KevThea book 🤷🏾‍♀️

It has to be something else

One book... The Queen's Game... The Moriyamas are getting 🔪

That's the only thing that makes sense to me 😭😭

Now...

About the prequel...

I'm terrified.

Like, I straight up don't know if I'll read it.

I'll most likely wait until my friends finish it and can give me a trigger warning list lol (laughing not to cry)

Because Nora undeniably has a fixation, even a fetish, for torture, sexual assault, violence in general

And the only thing worse than a story set in the mind of someone who survived the Nest and is out of it now (Jean, Neil in part) is reading a story SET IN THE NEST

Even if it's from Kevin's POV and he was never assaulted

I just don't trust Nora to be respectful and realistic when it comes to portraying abuse in a cult. She loves exaggerating the violence, in a way that can be triggering for anyone. So I don't know what I'll do.

One thing I'll say tho, it's that Kevin's POV is needed at this point

In 2024 Nora shared her list of favorite Foxes in order and it goes: Neil, Andrew, Kevin (etc.etc.)

And in the tags she said:

WELL NORA TSC AND TGR DIDN'T HELP!!!!

Now we dislike Kevin even more 😭

Because what do you mean he knew Jean was being raped? What do you mean he shrugs it off? What do you mean he was never raped because "they had no reason", implying that Jean gave them a reason to do that, brought it upon himself 🤢?

What do you mean he is the exact same type of arrogant, bossy hypocrite with Jean he is with the Foxes?

You really thought Jean and Jeremy's perspective of him would make us like him more??? And makes us think that you love Kevin???

In what universe?? 😭

A "non-Fox perspective of him" made Kevin look even worse

She really thought TSC would make us see Kevin in a more positive, kinder light???? (same for Thea)

So yeah, if she wants to redeem Kevin, his POV is absolutely needed at this point

Show us Kevin's humanity, his insecurity, his loneliness, make us relate to him, in a way that goes beyond the cowardice and hypocrisy shown in AFTG and TSC

(though considering Nora's track record, she could have Kevin fully say "Jean deserved it" and then be all *shocked Pikachu face* when people still hate him 🙄)

Now, what could The Perfect Court be about?

Riko, obviously

But when?

Are we getting the Riko-Kevin backstory? How they met, grew up together, joined the Nest and survived Tetsuji's abuse by clinging to each other?

How Jean disrupted the fragile balance they had found, how Riko descended into madness once given absolute power over another human?

Is it going to end with Riko shattering Kevin's hand, the ultimate act of fraternal betrayal?

And then fade to black, and the rest is history?

... or is it going to start with Riko breaking Kevin's hand?

Is the whole book going to be about Kevin knocking on Waymack's - his father's - door and joining the Foxes? So a direct prequel to AFTG? With lots of flashbacks about the Nest and Riko's Perfect Court delusions?

Or a mix of both? The first half is Kevin-Riko in the Nest, the second half is the fallout?

I don't know. But I know it's going to be graphic. And I don't think I'm ready

But for the sequel, I am SAT

#aftg #nora sakavic #kevin day #neil josten #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #thea muldani #riko moriyama

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professionalfoodstalker · 3 months ago

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Rewatching OUAT

If I was Snow White and Regina murdered my father and her mother killed my mama??? Oh bitch I’d be the most evil individual on the planet. Mary Margaret forgave Regina WAY TOO MANY TIMES and gave her WAAAAAAY TOO MANY CHANCES. Chances that lady didn’t deserve. The Charmings and Emma were way too forgiving for my personal liking. It’s not enough that Mary Margaret got her lick back by killing Cora (to save Rumple but whatever gets the job done), I feel like more should’ve been done. I hate that she felt so bad about it afterward bc babe?? She KILLED YOUR MOTHERRRR!!

Why was Regina given so many damn chances? It was actually absurd after a certain point. The evil she perpetrated throughout her lifetime was not deserving of any second chances. Regina could do all types of heinous nasty villainous shit but all she had to do to be forgiven was to just shed some tears and give the Woe is Me speech. HELLO?? She killed HER OWN FATHER and he was the one person to love her unconditionally! She didn’t deserve a happy ending the fuck? I’m GLAD Robin Hood got taken from her in s5 bc she literally deserved that (not Robin but hey 🤷🏾‍♀️ you wanna get involved with the Evil Queen, that’s what happens). The lady doesn’t even apologize for the stuff she does. She’s just like “I’m trying to be better 🥺” and that gets her a pass.

#once upon a time #ouat #ouat rewatch #ouat s2 #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #anti regina mills #cora mills #emma swan #david nolan #prince charming #henry mills

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canyouiimagine · 1 year ago

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NONSENSE | LH4 x Black! Reader

PART 2

Materlist

✧ Paring: Lando Norris x Streamer black!reader

✧ Warning: none.

✧ Summary: In which reader is head over heels for a "fruity" man that wears orange.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: I hope it was worth the wait 😭.

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Part 1

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milesandcorysupermacy · 1 year ago

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"I know someone who can"

(Part 3)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Cursing, Use of N-word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean, 'I Wanna Be Yours' By Arctic Monkeys, 'Love Songs' By Kaash Paige

Summary: Jaleel is trippin', Miles is mad, and you gotta fill your bestie in. That's pretty much it!

Prev: "Mami, who's calling you?"

Miles asked with slightly swollen lips. You grabbed your purse and reached inside for your phone, an slightly audible gasp came from your mouth when you saw the Caller ID.

"It's Jaleel."

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Miles seems slightly taken aback by what you just said. His mind had many questions, the main one being why was Jaleel calling you? But, he put all these questions on hold once he saw your face. You were clearly in distress, pacing around the room as the phone made a constant buzz, waiting for someone to interact with the call. He couldn't just let you feel this way, you clearly didn't wanna answer the phone. But, someone had to, right? This obviously wasn't just because Miles wanted to flex being there for you when Jaleel couldn't, no that was not the case at all...

"Gimme the phone, mama."

Miles' calming tone broke you out of your infectious thoughts. You looked over at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he was serious. You walked over to your phone hesitantly before grabbing the phone and throwing it to Miles, he caught it with one hand, not even looking due to his spidey-senses. Show off... He was staring you in the eyes the whole time, looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. When he saw none, he took the cue to answer the phone, but not before putting Jaleel on speaker.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, why are you on her phone? Where's Y/n at?"

"You don't gotta worry about that no more, lil bro. You fucked up your whole relationship with her, remember?"

"Nigga, that's none of your busine-"

"Nah, it is my business because she's my business. You were acting like an ass and she left you, you never deserved her anyway."

"Hol on, she never left me. What the fuck are you talking about, bro?"

"Well if she didn't, she's leaving you now. Lose her number, bye."

"Let me talk to he-"

*Click*

Miles jumped off his bed and walked over to you, hugging you from behind.

"There you go, now you'll never have to worry about him talking to you again."

You nod, and he kisses your temple.

"Lemme know if he tries to contact you again, I'll venom strike his phone."

This makes you chuckle, which causes Miles to smile. You two just stayed in the warm hug, not wanting to question the relationship yet. You know that you just kissed him, but you still don't know if you and Miles are dating! You felt it was best to just not address it right now since the moment that the two of you were having was so nice. That was until you got a text, the familiar buzz of your phone made you subconsciously reach for it, checking the notification seeing it was your mom.

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Mother Dearest 😒💞

It's almost your curfew, did you leave from that lil boy house yet?

9:21 pm

Omw rn. I left his btw, I'm at Miles'.

9:22 pm

Good, I never liked him and his nappy dreads anyway 😒

9:23 pm

😭😭 MOM

9:24 pm. Read.

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You clicked your phone off and placed it back into your purse, releasing yourself from the behind hug. You put your purse on and turned to face Miles.

"I gotta go, you wanna walk me home?"

"No, I wanna drive you home. We're in a New York winter right now, I'm not walking around outside when I have a choice not to!"

Miles said, animated. He looked at you like you were crazy and you shook your head, laughing.

"My bad."

You walked over to his doorway and put your shoes on, you began to open Miles' bedroom door but not without him gently removing your hand and placing it on your side. You looked over at him confused, until he opened the door and ushered you out, saying...

"Ladies first."

He smiled at you flirtatiously, before grabbing two jackets hanging on the coat rack. One was a black, north face puffer jacket, and the other was a gray, nike puffer jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion.

"I didn't bring a jacket."

"I know, but you need one."

He said before handing you the gray, nike puffer jacket. You smiled graciously from the affection that Miles was giving you.

"Thank you."

"Of course, mi preciosa."

(My precious)

You and Miles put on your jackets and he brought his hand down to yours, intertwining your fingers. You felt like a million butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach just from this small gesture. Why does he have this affect on me...? You thought. The jacket smelled just like the cologne Miles always wears. This made you smile a little bit, you felt safe in his essence. Miles led you over to the living room where his parents were sitting.

"Dad, can you give us a ride to Y/n's house?"

Miles asked. His parents turned around on the sofa and took notice of your guys' hands. Rio excitedly shook her husband's shoulders like a girl in middle school, telling her friends a secret. Jeff returned the excitement by turning to his wife, smiling extremely hard. Miles grimaced at his parent's immature actions.

"Guys, please don't make it weird! We just need a ride, please."

Miles said, sighing. Jeff got up excitedly, grabbing his coat.

"Yea, c'mon lovebirds. Let's go."

"Please don't call us that."

Miles said before shutting his front door, making you smile.

"I dunno, I think it has a nice ring to it."

You joked, making Miles groan. You 3 walked down the stairs of Miles' apartment complex. Once the two of you get into the car, Miles offers you an airpod. You excitedly accepted and relaxed to the calm, melodic tones of the song 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean. You two listened to about 5 more songs and you were finally at your house. You handed Miles his airpod and he told you to wait there as he got out of the car, at first you didn't know what he was doing but he came to your side and opened your car door.

"Bye, Mr. Morales!"

"Bye, hun. Don't forget to tell your Mom I said hi!"

Miles grabbed your hand and walked you to the doorstep of your house. You began to take off the jacket he provided until he stopped you with his voice.

"Keep it."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am, mami."

You chuckled a little bit.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

Miles said, playfully shoving you.

"I'm not laughing at you, dumbass. I'm just really happy that you care about me so much, I don't really get this type of treatment from guys a lot. Thanks."

You say, looking up into his eyes. He looked back into yours, noticing the light glare in them from the moonlight behind him. He thought he was gonna pass out from how beautiful your brown skin looked in the moonlight. It provided the most elegant contrasting of colors and light, only something a true artist like himself would notice. He also saw the way your lips were still slightly swollen from the previous makeout session, they also had a moisture to them. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until his dad ruined it.

*Beep*

"Will you two stop staring at each other and ring the doorbell? I'm freezing out here."

You two laughed at his dad's tone, Miles let go of your hand to ring your mom's doorbell. He had a sad puppy dog look on his face, already feeling like he was separated from you. He truly didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to once the door swung open to reveal your mom in her bonnet and pajamas.

"Oh, hey Miles. How's school going? You still doing your little art thing?"

Your mother said, trying to engage in small talk with the teenage boy in front of her. Miles smiled before answering enthusiastically.

"School's been alright, I keep my grades up so I can't complain. My art is still going good, I'm still in my AP classes."

"Oh, well that's good. I didn't know Y/n was gonna go to your house, I'm glad she prefers you over that other ugly lil boy. You two would look way better as a couple anyway, I can set you up if you want."

Your mother said as she winked at Miles.

"I'm literally right here."

Your mother chuckled and Miles grabbed your hand, kissing it before saying...

"Goodnight, Y/n."

He then walked away and got into his father's car. He left your mother squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl as you walked in the house. You playfully rolled your eyes, smirking.

"It's not that big of a deal, ma."

"Uh huh, sure. That boy wants to get with you! He's arguably better than Jaleel anyway."

"I agree with that, I broke up with him."

"Oh, so you finally listened to your mother, huh? It's about time. Y/n Morales has a better ring to it than Y/n Barker, Jaleel got a ugly last name."

You chuckled at your Mom's boldness.

"So, I know that's not the jacket you left my house with, is it Miles'?"

"Yes."

Your mom instantly grinned, before walking over to your fridge. Taking out a bottle of water for herself.

"Have fun with your new man."

She said teasingly. You playfully shook your head and began to walk down the hallway to your bedroom, still smiling from the previous events with Miles.

"Mr. Morales said hi, by the way."

You shouted from down the hall. You felt ready to end the day with it being 10 pm. You placed your Miles' jacket onto your coat hook on your bedroom door before closing it.

You walked over to your pajama drawer, pulling out an oversized white tee and some turquoise Perry the Platypus sleep shorts. You put them on and put the clothes you were previously wearing in the hamper. You plopped onto your bed and grapped your phone from your purse that was sitting on your nightstand. You saw a text notification from your best friend, K'Nyah. (Kuh-Ni-Yuh)

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Ny Ny 😝💞

Heyyy, baeeee 🤑

10:01 pm

Heyyyy!

10:02 pm

Im bored, u wanna ft?

10:03 pm

Yeaaaa, I got sum stuff to tell u anyway

10:04 pm. Read.

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You open your FaceTime app and click K'Nyah's contact. You open your airpod case and they automatically connect. You place one into your right ear and within 2 rings, K'Nyah answers.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, so what u gotta tell me? It better be good, there's been a drama drought in 2024."

"You're literally a whole ass mess."

You chuckle.

"Yep, sure am. Now tell me what happened."

"So basically I had got into this little argument with Jaleel."

"Good, never liked his ass anyway. Go on."

"After we argued I was walking home and Miles saw me walking, he took me to his house and was tryna comfort me and then..."

"Then what?"

"We kinda kissed."

"WHAT?!"

"Yea, and it was really great. I feel like he cares about me like nobody else does and he gave me his coat since I didn't have one."

"You're fucking lying, show me right now."

You panned the camera over to your bedroom door with the gray jacket on the hook. You heard K'Nyah gasp.

"Yes, Finally! Bro when I'm telling you the whole ass friend group was waiting for yall to get together...I mean that. Like everybody talks about yall."

"Well that's the problem, I don't exactly know if we're together or not. I mean we kissed and it was like a whole makeout, girl. Plus he was hugging me and shit, and he kissed me goodnight in front of my mom!"

"So, where is this supposed to tell me that yall AREN'T dating?"

"I dunno, we never really established it. He answered a phone call from Jaleel and told him that I was his business but I just don’t know. That could mean anything."

"And you talking about me being a mess..."

"K'Nyah!"

"Ok, ok. My bad. But, you gotta talk to him tomorrow at school. When you do, fill me in after. I literally can't wait to give Jaleel the silent treatment tomorrow because you already know he gon' be asking me why you not talking to him."

She chuckled.

"You're so messy."

You laughed.

"Alright, well ima go to bed. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

*Click*

You sighed, putting your airpod back into it's case and placing your phone onto the charger. You put your bonnet on and grabbed your remote, turning on SpongeBob. You let the cartoon be a quiet lullaby as you laid down, dozing off into sleep. While you were laying down, one question plagued your mind...Are you and Miles dating?

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