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I am pleading once again for white liberals to read The New Jim Crow and see how racist policing and law enforcement is 1) bipartisan and 2) the key to how people of color (Black people specifically) are systemically, violently, and purposely kept in check in this country. Begging y'all to see that someone doesn't have to say a slur to be antiblack in the entirety of their belief system, that the status quo you live under is maintained by the suffering (both current and potential) of millions

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This next chapter of your life is calling for you to step out of fear and into your power. It's asking you to embrace growth, trust your journey, and believe in your ability to rise.

𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲

Ekko x Black! Fem Reader

word count: 932 words

warnings: highly suggestive themes towards the end 🔞

A/N: this is more self indulgent than anything 😭

Recently, you've taken the liberty of tending to Ekko's locs for him. 

It goes without saying that between firelight duties and underside stuff, he has practically no time for hair care. He was currently letting you wash his hair in your bathroom, head leaned back into the sink. His eyes were first trained on you, then they moved to the ceiling, eventually sliding closed once he was comfortable. 

You favorite part of wash day is watching allll the tension slowly melt away from his face as you gingerly lather shampoo into his white locs, massaging his scalp. It's an expression you rarely get to see with how hard-pressed he's been lately.

With the day and age you were living in, you were always around people who possessed inexplicable abilities; magical even. You weren't anything like them- you couldn't invent intricate little gadgets, or whip up chemical concoctions- (and you damn sure couldn't manipulate time) But to Ekko, they had nothing on you, because you could take his pain away. And that was more special and rewarding than any supernatural power could ever be. 

You'd soon finished washing his hair and instructed him to go sit by your bed while you opted for some music- an r&b oldies playlist, of course- tunes winding out from your speaker softly. You gathered all the necessities- gel, rattail comb, mini clips. 

Meanwhile, Ekko sat on your floor with heavy, damp hair, resting against the foot of your bed. He watched you bustle about the bedroom with this relaxed, far-off look in his eyes, subconsciously nodding his head along to the music playing softly from your speaker. Seeing him in this state, so comfortable, and safe..made you feel all warm inside.

•••

You were now sitting on the edge of your bed, your lover sitting calmly between your legs.

Ekko never did much talking during evenings like this. But you never minded, the silence was always comfortable. Granted, he'd always be exhausted and it hurt you to see him worked to the bone like this so you were glad to soothe him in any way you could. You softly hum the melody of the song that's playing as you retwist his locs. You'd been at this for about an hour and a half now, finishing up.

You lubricated his scalp with tea tree oil and some other mielle brand hair product with a nice scent. You carefully ran your fingers over the neat parts when you were all done. You put one of your satin bonnets on him for good measure and pat the top of his head twice.

"Alright, you're all done." You hum.  

Ekko stirs to life, blinking his eyes open slowly. It's only now that you realize he had been half-asleep against the inside of your thigh. 

"Mm- thank youu," he slurs, turning around to look at you with sleepy eyes and a dopey smile on his face. And you can tell he means it. Your heart swells. 

"Mhmm," you respond sweetly, no words needed to express he's always welcome. He stands and stretches, you following suit.

A few seconds go by and suddenly, you feel strong arms wrap around you and pull you into an affectionate hug. You falter for a moment, taken aback at first- but you soon relax into him, reciprocating it. He closed his eyes, head hanging over your shoulder- and you feel how much he needed this. 

Moments pass as you two stand flush against one another contently, him oozing with silent gratitude. And then you feel his arms slide down to your back to tighten around you, and you realize that you just might have needed this more than him.  

You pressed your cheek into his chest as he held you, you two beginning to slowly sway side to side together, in time with the music.

You two were just slow dancing in the middle of your bedroom now. You feel Ekko slide one of his hands down to yours, interlocking your fingers and raising your arm to spin you around. You let him, becoming putty in his hands and now it's your turn to smile goofily. He pulls you close by your waist, enclosing your torso, you two now back-to-front as you rocked to the beat. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes, just being one with him, the both of you in absolute bliss.

Eventually, you turned around to face him and craned your neck to capture his lips in a kiss. He happily kissed back, leisurely and passionate, like you had all the time in the world. His hands snaked down to your hips and squeezed tenderly. 

That seemed to awaken something in you though- you, gradually backing Ekko up into the edge of your bed until he found himself on top of it- and you on top of him. Your lips continued to dance in this heated fashion, the both of you becoming handsy. You push Ekko down on the bed relatively rough, breaking the kiss. His pretty eyes widened, blinking up at you a few times- he didn't mind, he just wasn't expecting it.

You, however, misread his expression and your stomach begins to turn in embarrassment. You immediately start apologizing profusely. 

"S-sorry, I- you're probably tired, I just got a little carried away-" you sputter, moving to get off of him- but 2 strong hands grab your thigh and waist at lightnings speed, effectively stopping you. 

You froze as he trapped you. Hazel-brown eyes bore into yours. He shook his head.

"I'm absolutely fine." He reassured. It dawned on you that this man knew your body better than anyone and had probably long since noticed the telltale signs of you getting worked up: how your heart was pounding, and the way you couldn't seem to stop squirming and squeezing your thighs together. You now felt a little silly for even trying to get off him.

"Hey; you took care of me all evening. Now let me take care of you."

And with that, he pulls you back down on top of him, his lips latching onto your neck slowly. 

🥮 ty for reading!! PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG if you wanna see more and feel free to leave requests or ideas! also my first fic lol

Needy

Olivia benson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut and y/n drooling over Olivia

The front door slammed shut while you were in the living room reading your book. You pushed your glasses up on your nose so you can see and you see your girlfriend olivia. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiled at you, showing off her perfect smile as she was walking over to you. “Hi.” You shyly said at her and she smiled even bigger. “We’ve been dating for a while. Shouldn’t you stop being so nervous around me sweetie?” She asked with a cocky and firm tone that made you weak in the knees.

“I can’t help it liv. You always make me so flustered. Even when you just breath near me I wanna faint.” You explained to her as you got up from the couch to head to the kitchen and she started following you. She let out a hard laugh which made you smile. “I do darling?” She said smirking and looking at you intensely as she got closer to you and you were backing up until you hit the kitchen counter with your back. She smirked and got close enough to your face that you can feel her breath against your lips. “Y-yes…” you whispered out and bit your lip at how she was looking at you. Olivia’s arms went around your waist and pulled you against her so yall were touching.

You looked up at her and was met with her brown eyes staring intensely in yours. Then, olivia captured your lips in hers and you recuperated back as you wrap your arms around her neck. She suddenly picks you up in her strong arms which makes you squeal and started laughing. She smiled up at you and carried you up the stairs to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open gently with her foot and went to the edge of the bed and put you on it. You got up on your knees to where she was standing up and bite you lip as you admired her. “I fucking love how short your hair is…it makes me wet every time I see you…you give off daddy vibes.” You giggled at the end and she chuckled at you.

“I’m glad you think I look so good with my hair babygirl. I wasn’t too sure about it but now I am.” She said smirking at you as she flexes her arms as she’s pushing her hair back making you whine out. “Babyyyyyy…stop teasing me…and fuck me.” You said as you were unbuttoning her blue button up shirt. She chuckled down at you and watches you as her eyes grow with lust. “Slow down sweetheart…I’m not going anywhere.” She said with a low voice that make you more weak in the knees. You finally got her shirt undone and pulled it down her strong, muscular arms. You smiled up at her as you run your hands up and down her chest. “Your turn sweetheart.” She said as she goes to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. You reveal to her that you didn’t have anything on underneath it and her eyes immediately go to your breast.

“You are so gorgeous babygirl. All mine…” she says with a low tone which she knows drives you up the wall as she moves her hands from your stomach up to your breast. “So pretty…” she says gently as she softly massages your breast in her hands. You moan softly at the contact and you gasp when her fingers start pulling on your rosy pink nipples. “A-ahh…l-livia fuck…” you breath out and she smirks down at you, she loves seeing you so breathless and whiny and she hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Lay down for me princess.” She softly demanded you and you laid down in the middle of the bed on your back. “Such a good girl.” She praised you and you smile at her in response. Olivia took off her sports bra, along with her pants and underwear. You laid there, admiring her as she took off each piece of clothing off her strong body. You felt something wet on your mouth and you realized that was actual drool coming out of your mouth. You quickly wiped it away, embarrassed as fuck but Olivia noticed. “I saw that sweetheart. I never knew someone could literally drool over me.” She chuckled out as she gets on the bed with her hands and knees and crawls over to you.

Until she stops at your legs, she then pulls you closer to her and you both giggle at the action. She pulls down your shorts along with your pink underwear and she throws your shorts on the floor but keeps your underwear. She sees that they are wet and she smirks at you “you already this wet babygirl? Tsk tsk and I haven’t even really touched you yet…what a little slut.” She said as you bit your lip and looked at her intensely. “I’m your little slut daddy.” You said innocently and you visibly saw her eyes darken with lust. “Damn right I am.” She responded with a low voice as she leans down and smashes her lips with yours. The both of you moan into each others mouths at the feeling of y’all’s lips together. Your bodies were pushed up against the other and hands were exploring. You felt her tongue trying to push through your lips and you granted her by opening your mouth. Her tongue slipping in yours and was feeling every inch of your mouth. As her tongue was exploring your mouth, one of your hands were in her short hair, slightly pulling on it, and the other was on her back. She pulled away gently as a string of y’all’s salvia was present and she licked her lips at you.

“I need to taste that puffy pussy of yours…” she demanded and she laid down on the bed. “Sit on my face princess.” She instructed you and you crawled over her body and hovered your dripping pussy over her face. “Gosh…I love this pussy right here…I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…” she rasped out and you blushed bright red. You then lowered yourself on her face and was rewarded by her tongue pushing through your folds, suckling on you. You moaned out her name loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Olivia’s tongue swirled around your clit and sucked hard on it which made you thrust your hips up. “F-fuck!” You gasped out as pleasure was going through your whole body. She kissed your clit softly as pulled away from it and started leaving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy. “Love. this. fucking. pussy. Mine.” She breathed each word after every kiss she made on you. Her tongue suddenly dipped into your pulsating hole and she started to tongue fuck you. “O-Olivia!” You moaned out loudly and started riding her face.

Your legs started to shake and you begged her to let you cum. “P-please livia…need to c-cum…” you pleaded and she gently tapped your thigh twice to let you know that it’s okay. You felt the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and soon enough you were cumming in her mouth as you were pulling her short hair. You panted as you fell on the side of the bed beside her, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck…I love your mouth.” You said breathlessly and she laughed. “I’m glad you do sweetheart. Can I try something?” She asked you. “Of course. I trust you baby.” You reassured her and she carefully got on top of you as she aligned y’all’s pussys on top of each other. Making direct contact the both of you moaned and Olivia started rubbing her clit onto yours. Olivia’s breast hovered over your mouth and with each movement, they moved back and forth and you were so tempted. You leaned up and attached your lips to her pink nipple and started suckling. Olivia moaned louder at the extra stimulation and started praising you since praising makes you even hornier. “That’s a good girl. Go on sweetheart…keep sucking on them darling…such a good girl. My perfect baby.” She praised you and you blushed red from them and from her fucking you. Soon enough, both of you were cumming on each other and moans were spread in the house. Olivia collapsed on top of you and was breathing hard. You run your fingers through your girlfriends hair and start rubbing her back soothingly.

“I love you Olivia benson..” you whispered to her and gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you most y/f/n (your full name).” She whispered back and leaned up to give you a soft kiss on your plump lips. You smiled in the kiss as did she and Olivia rested her head back on your chest. Y’all then went to sleep in each others arms that night and had an amazing sleep. You sure did love Olivia’s short hair and now she definitely knows it.

A/n: 1545 words damn lmao when I first started this I was on my period and I was extremely horny for Olivia’s short hair so that’s how I came up with this lmao Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

ooo you should do azzi and a cheerleader read fic if you’re open to it! and if you and feel comfortable with it you should make it smut.?

hi anon! i don’t know a lot about azzi so sorry fits not how she acts and i don’t know a whole lot about cheerleading 😭 ALSO they’re in a handicap stall with a sink (they exist look it up)

warning(s): cussing, smut, fingering, eating out

genre: smut

pairing(s): azzi fudd x fem!reader

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you were walking around in the halls of UCONN in your cheer uniform, you were about to leave for a cheer competition in about 20 minutes but you wanted to “say bye” to your girlfriend first. all of your teammates knew you were going to fuck in the bathroom but they all stayed quiet so you wouldn’t get in trouble.

while you were walking around, azzi texted you and said “meet me in the bathroom.” you immediately headed straight for the bathroom, knowing you were gonna get fucked senseless especially since you were wearing your cheer uniform, she likes the way you look in it, especially the short skirt.

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when you got there she pulled you in the handicapped stall and immediately started to kiss you, her hands on your waist. you kissed back and let your hands go under her shirt to caress her abs. the already heated kiss turned even hotter when she put her tongue in your mouth, you moaned in shock. her hands went from your waist to you ass and she picked you up and set you on the sink, spreading your legs and getting in between them.

she put her hand under your skirt and took off your shorts and rubbed your clit through your underwear. you were trying so hard to quietly moan but it was getting harder the faster she rubbed. azzi scooted you up in the sink and got on her knees, she moved your panties to the side and put her finger in you. you let out a moan an covered your mouth, throwing your head back. she put in another finger and pumped in and out of you. she was staring up at you and watching your facial expressions as she finger fucked you, she loved the way you moaned her name and tried to be quiet but couldn’t because she was fucking you that good. after a little while she added her mouth and sucked your clit. the mix of her lurch and fingers sent you over the edge, you couldn’t control your moans anymore. you let it all out. you moaned continuously, saying her name and cussing.

you coouldnt take it anymore and cummed all over her fingers and mouth, she helped you ride out your high then pulled her fingers out and pulled her mouth away and stood up, sucking you off her fingers. you were leaned against the mirror breathing heavy and watched her, it made you wetter than you already were.

she helped you clean up then helped you off the sink and you picked up your shorts and put them on, then turned to the mirror and fixed yourself up. azzi was behind you with her hands on your waist and giving you little pecks on your neck and face, “i love you.” she said as she holds you tighter, “i love you too.” you replied as you turned around and gave her a kiss, tasting yourself in her mouth. “i have to go but i’ll see you later.” you told her while pulling away and walking out the stall, before you walked out azzi gave you a slap on the ass and said bye.

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when you got on the bus, your teammates were all minding their business till you got to your seat, then one of them said “so, how was the goodbye?” and you just side eyed her.

she laughed and said “i’m assuming good.” and you looked at her and replied with “it was more than good.”

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sorry it’s short 😭 i’m not the best with smut but anyway i hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

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AN: I have so many stories to write but I had to do this. Blaming being sick, m'kay? Fever has got me bad and these meds got me loopy. Thinking we need some good, silly fun in our lives, right? Plus, now that I've watched Rise, I'm hungry for some big Raph appreciation. I know I ain't the only one

Part 2

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: near peril, easily smitten, possible errors due to fever (what kind of fever is up for deliberation🥴)

Cutting right to the chase. You like big dudes. That doesn't necessarily mean muscles, either. You just love you a big man - someone with a bit of something-something to them. More to love, you know? Given your track record with the greater world, it shouldn't be all that much of a mystery. Cats? Get yourself a tiger that you can cuddle into. Jumpers? Comfort central, baby. Beds? If you can't spread eagle then you see no point. The old-age saying does declare that the bigger the better, so who are you to disagree? How true that is may be up for debate but it’s merely as simple as understanding what your preferences are.

However, this makes dating a difficult ballpark to play in. No matter how tall, jacked, or voluptuous someone is, it never feels like enough. Human biology and genetics can only go so far in the conceivably possible sense. You just want to be absolutely engulfed when you get a hug. Is that such a crime? Apparently, it is. Unfortunately, you also seem to come across the worst jerks when you attempt to date within this set of criteria. One might argue it's your karmic justice for being so superficial and picky but a woman has needs. Not those kinds of needs, either. Get your head out of the gutter.

All hope seems lost and after yet again, another failed date, you decide to call it in for the evening and make your way home. A fresh failure and another wonderful outfit gone to waste. By no means is it anything flashy but you put a lot of work into it: pencil skirt, turtle neck sweater, and a nice pair of boots to compliment the look. The whole shebang! All of that effort for nothing. This is the last time you spend three hours doing your hair and makeup. Block after block, your feet grow heavier with every step. What you would give to come across a mountain-like man you can climb who is also a kindred spirit. Perhaps this dream guy will forever be that - a dream. Men like that don't just fall out of the sky.

"Look out!!"

The sudden shout almost scares you into tripping over and you look behind yourself, wishing you hadn’t. Two very large, very dangerous-looking figures entangled in battle, those of which are approaching your helpless little self. You quickly duck as the giants hurdle over you. One falls on its side whilst the other claws and skids against the ground, regaining its balance. It shakes its head and locks onto you, a guttural snarl rumbling past its jowls. Such a creature is surely from the stuff of nightmares. An indescribable nightmare whose sights are set on you. The smart option would be running away but it's as though your shoes have melted into the pavement. Pawing into the tarmac, the beastly thing growls and lunges for you. Great. This is how you die: torn limb from limb by a demon dog. Well, assuming your clothes join you, at least you’ll look like a total babe in the afterlife.

"Oh no ya’ don't," the other one yells from behind the predator, grabbing it by its tail. “Pretty ladies are not food!”

With a mighty tug, he pulls it back and swings it as far away from you as possible. You release a shaky breath, legs trembling beneath you. That was far too close for comfort. The fight isn’t quite over, however. Just as it approaches him, the green goliath swivels on his feet, full 180, and whacks the creature's jaw with a closed fist. His speed alone has you in awe but the force is astounding, practically earth-shattering. It completely knocks the air around you and pushes you onto your backside.

When the dust clears, the first thing you see is your saviour panting, his spiky shell(?) pointed towards you. Just past him in the distance, you notice three more figures in blue, purple, and orange taking a closer look at the unconscious tyrant. You swear one of them pokes at it with a stick. Witnessing strange beings such as this isn't entirely new. Anyone who's watched Chateau Pretenche knows about the celebrity chef turning into a grotesque pigman. To describe it in one word? Horrifying. It's just whether people choose to believe it genuinely happened or if these bizarre entities exist. Being up close and personally observing it now puts your scepticism in check.

As the humanoid turtle calms, he turns to face you, recapturing your attention. A red mask sits over his eyes and there’s a noticeable snaggle tooth poking past his upper lip. Typically, the prerogative is keeping out of sight but it’s much too late for that. He gradually advances towards you. You watch him warily and he keeps his movements slow for that very reason. It wouldn’t be a shock if you were to try and make an escape. He wouldn’t blame you. Currently, all he wants to do is make sure you weren’t hurt during that fiasco provided you don’t suddenly come out of your bewilderment and run off. You have good reason to but he just saved you. Either that or he’s as ravenous as that beast and wants you all to himself. The irrational conclusion remains as such - irrational - when he descends to one knee and outstretches a hand. There’s an irrefutable kindness in his eyes; a caring nature that can’t be replicated in the face of savage brutes.

"You okay?" he asks.

You continue to gawk without a word but, bit by bit, you reach out for his offer. Your fingers lightly trace the centre of his palm before comfortably trusting the proposal. His hand engulfs yours completely and Raph hopes to mercy that you don’t realise how sweaty he’s getting. He can feel his heart beating like crazy. He wonders how much of that is the adrenaline from the fight and how much of it is being in the presence of such a beautiful gal. As he helps you to your feet, he rises to his own. Someone of his stature shouldn’t be capable of being this delicate but he is. It has you running through a loop and you unintentionally stare at the remarkable behemoth.

Quite pathetically, you nod, unable to verbally respond to his question. How can you? You are effectively starstruck. Once you gloss over the turtle-y features, all you see is the sheer size of him as he towers over you. Height, width, the magnitude of those arms! All of it is glorious. You can hear the universe asking, “You want a big man, huh? How about one who isn’t human?” to which you answer, “Who gives a damn?”. If the only way a man can be this big is not to be human, so be it.

Amidst a whisper, your mouth moves on its own, "You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Huh?" Blinking out of your trance, you realise what you’ve said and giggle sheepishly, "I mean, you're be... ba... booming! Totally awesome with the whole- uh... saving thing." Nailed it. 

He blinks right back down at you. This is certainly a first. He can feel his face heating up and he withdraws his hand lest you endure the wrath of his bashfulness, opting to hold the back of his head. At this moment, he seems to look anywhere but you.

"Heh. Gee, thanks." His humility is adorable and you’re glad he doesn’t question your initial statement. He turns to you once more, regaining some composure. "You sure you're okay, though? That thing was pretty scary looking."

It’s clear that you haven’t sustained any physical injuries but even bearing witness to something so unsightly can have lasting effects on one's mind. His brows furrow gently in concern down at you and it occurs to you that there’s a soft heart under all of that shell and muscle. Bonus points. This makes you smile for the first time in front of him and Raphael is sure that the streetlights got brighter.

You laugh fondly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Twiddling your fingers, your lips purse up in his direction.  “Is there any way I can repay you?”

He places his hands on his hips and chuckles cutely, “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

He may be indulging in his alter ego - the Red Angel of Preventing Harm - but it’s not every day he gets paid thanks when he saves someone. It’s also not every day he gets to save such a pretty woman, either. You, however, can’t just leave it at that. There must be some way in which you can properly thank him. Ulterior motives include getting to know this already loveable lug better but shh. It feels like the odds are finally turning in your favour and you won’t let this slip away from your grasp. That’s when it hits you.

Muttering under your breath, you erratically search through the confines of your little handbag. You are certain that you had one in here somewhere. In the spare pocket maybe? Ah! Found it. Fumbling to take the lid off of your pen, you hold out your hand, gesturing for his. He slowly complies, to which you jot down a series of digits on his palm accompanied by your name and a tiny 'x'. 

"Gimme a text sometime," is the last thing he hears before you disappear around a corner.

Oh? Oh. Ohhh. Wow. Getting your number is the last thing he expected. Did he get hit on the head during that scuffle or something? Was everything from the last few minutes a dream? He bores holes into the writing on his skin, scanning it over and over, scared that it’ll disappear if he so much as blinks. A dumb, wobbly smile not so gracefully decorates his lips as he trudges back to the turtle tank. He takes his seat but it’s obvious that he isn’t all there. Being so caught up in his rose-tinted bubble, he doesn’t register his brothers' voices. In an effort to gain his attention, Michelangelo jumps onto his shoulder, partly intrigued by what their leader is so absorbed by.

"Oh me gosh!” the young brother screams in shrill excitement, “Raph's in love!"

Careful not to smudge the neat ink, he’s quick to hide his hand against his chest. "That's crazy talk!”

Donatello sniffs the air and mockingly covers his nose. "The overwhelming manifestation of your nervous stink indicates otherwise, dear brother."

"I got a girl’s number!” he continues to defend, feeling his face go all kinds of red. “'Course, I'm nervous but that don’t mean I’m in love."

Lies and slander. It was practically love at first sight. He just doesn’t like the idea of his brothers knowing that. It’s easy pickings to be made fun of.

"Don't worry, Big Red. Lucky for you, you got a guy who knows all about the charm." Leonardo points both thumbs at himself as he falls back into his seat and props his legs up on the dashboard. "First, you just need to..."

The "helpful" advice drowns out as the large snapper opens and gazes at his palm again. He just can't comprehend how a gorgeous individual such as yourself could take one look at him and give him your number. It's puzzling but he supposes there’s a first for everything? That also doesn't mean he won't text you. The only thing getting in the way of that is fear. Raphael thinks he’d rather go toe-to-toe with that mutant dog again than have to face the risk of embarrassing himself. To anyone who knows him, it’s no surprise that he caves under pressure. No. He will do it! A chance like this is one in a million.

Oh boy. What could possibly go wrong?

Drown in It (18+)

pairing: Fontaine x black! reader (1.1k words)

summary: He makes you squirt on his face. That's it.

warnings: no specific gender/size/shape mentioned, reader has a vagina, fontaine refers to reader as "ma" and "baby", cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, he bites reader once, the word 'daddy' is used once, overstimulation, squirting, multiple (2) orgasms and hint of more, kissing after head (lmk if i missed any!!)

You were laid back and spread out on the couch, eyes clamped shut and toes curled as your stomach began to tighten. Two of Fontaine’s thick fingers were deep inside you, pumping at a consistent pace to build you up to your peak. His other hand gently rested on the back of one of your thighs, keeping you folded up and open for him. “Open them eyes, ma..”

A whine escaped your throat at his words, your body felt too good to keep your eyes open but you knew better than to test him right now. You tilted your head and looked down at him, immediately enthralled by the look on his face. His eyes were dark, full of lust and intensely trained on you.

The way he stared at your soaked pussy as his fingers slid in and out put a hazy smile on your face. “Taine…” Your soft voice broke him out of the trance he was in, his eyes coming up to meet yours. He hummed in response, a teasing look beginning to spread across his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You opened your mouth to answer, and at the same time Fontaine crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your favorite spot. He chuckled as you choked on your words, your eyes and mouth widening in shock at his cruel teasing. His fingers began to speed up, causing you to lose your breath again, head falling back once again.

“Fuuuckkk..” That’s all you could say, over and over again, as he meticulously worked your body.

A hiss left your mouth as you felt a sharp pinch on your inner thigh, your eyes snapping back open, brows furrowed in confusion. “I told you to keep them eyes open.”

His voice was stern but slightly muffled as he pinched a bit of your thigh meat between his teeth. “Y-you bit me, you son of a–”

His fingers stilled. “And I’ll do it again if you ain’t gon’ listen.”

You pouted but complied, as best as you could. It was too good, his fingers in you, he kept you right there on the edge. Speeding up, slowing down, speeding up again, hitting that spot that was deep inside you only to back off of it again.

“Fuck, ma,” He stared at your cunt again, obviously entranced by the juices flowing out all over his hand. “So fuckin’ pretty…can I taste you, baby?”

You gathered the last bit of strength you had to nod, quickly, panting out a slow “pleaseeee,” which turned into a loud moan when you felt his tongue on your lips.

He didn’t go slow. He licked you like he was starved, maneuvering around his fingers to suck up all the wetness you had to offer him. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you listened to the way he moaned and slurped into your pussy, it was one of the most debauched things you’d ever experienced.

Fontaine’s lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, matching the rhythm he kept with his fingers. This time, you felt a stronger sensation building within your tummy. Your eyes were low and your mouth hung open as you focused on the man that was currently on his knees, eating you like his life depended on it.

“Taine, fuck, please…” Your legs shook and your hips bucked the closer you became. His grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you in place as he devoured you. “Please what?” His voice was gruff, the vibrations sending a chill through your body.

“I’m s-so close, daddy, pleaseee..” In the haze of your quickly approaching release, you didn’t even realize what you called him, but the title spurred him on. “Shit, baby, you gon’ cum for me?”

With your bottom lip between your teeth and your low and focused on him, you nodded. He quickly replaced his mouth on you, his fingers notching up to your spot, this time with no plan to slow down. Your moans and cries filled his ears as he pushed you to the edge, ready to take everything that you were willing to give him.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goddddd..” Your body shook, quivering above Fontaine, within his grasp. Eyes clamped shut once again, not caring if he punished you for it, you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. He sighed into your pussy, lapping up and swallowing down your juices with fervor.

When the initial wave passed, your body relaxed a bit but only for a moment, before you realized that Fontaine wasn’t finished yet.

He continued his ministrations, ignoring your gentle shoves at his head. “Baby, please, I can’t..” Your pleasure was beginning to turn into overstimulation and you could feel another peak coming.

Fontaine growled into your folds, not letting up whatsoever. His fingers slid out of you, both hands now tightly gripping your hips as he began to pull another strong orgasm out of you with his tongue and lips. This one felt different, there was more pressure built up in your lower tummy, almost like you had to pee.

“Fuck, Taine, I can’t, I’m gonna fuckin–” A scream left your mouth as you came again, warm liquids spraying out of your pussy right into his mouth. You nearly blacked out, with your body tensing and shaking at the same time and your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Mhmm mhmmm,” He groaned, sloppily sucking up every last drop. His warm tongue slowly swiped up your folds, coming back to clit and tracing gentle circles around the swollen bud. He landed a few kisses onto your pussy, whispering little curses and praises in between.

After a few moments, you managed to gather yourself, sitting up a little and opening your eyes. In front of you sat Fontaine in his white tee, looking at you with a certain look on his face, a smirk gracing his glistening lips while your juices soaked in his beard.

“What?” You rasped out, feeling just a tiny bit self-conscious under his dark gaze. He still had you spread out in front of you, looking down at your pulsing cunt every few seconds.

Fontaine shook his head and chuckled, sitting up on his knees to get closer to you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to sit up as well. “You so fuckin’ sexy,” His voice was deep, and raspy, already stirring up something deep within your tired body. “Imma have some fun witchu tonight.”

And when he put his hand on the back of your neck to bring your faces together, allowing you to taste yourself all over his lips, you knew that you were far from being done cumming for the night.

Fontaine likes pretty things

(and yes, that includes you too)

Soo, I don't even know where this came from? Maybe two things.

I just imagined Fontaine seeing something and going 'my baby would look good in that shit'.

And Fontaine would be his lady's #1 fan. Like, no questions asked.

(I also feel like he'll have some unconventional likings, y'know? i don't know lmao it's late)

I'm not sure how long it is, but I sure hope you enjoy it! All feedback appreciated!

warnings: 18+, cursing, use of the n-word, smoking, over all rambling of a sleep deprived writer

Your hair was finally the way you wanted.

Taking a step back, you couldn't resist putting your hands on your hips and muttering to yourself,

"Well, damn it he was right."

You looked good.

Plumb purple and soft, the lace basque was dotted with shimmering golden beading. The sweeping pattern accentuated the softness of your middle, the shapeliness of your thighs.

It wasn't that you didn't like your body, lingerie just made you feel...pressured to look perfect. This was different, though. Way different. You even added a spritz of your favorite perfume

The delicateness of the fabric had you nervous to put it on, but now that you were encased in it--you felt sensual. You felt--

"You gonna come out here and lemme see?"

You jumped and answered reflexively, "Yes!"

Fuck.

Before you could stall any longer, you left the bathroom and followed the low sound of music to the front room.

Fontaine made a noise like he felt something good just by looking at you.

He sat in the armchair puffing on a blunt as he rolled another, little clouds crowning him as he took his fill of you.

Fontaine took charge as soon as you came home from work. He had dinner waiting and a bath, only asking that you wear what was in the box that was placed on the sink's counter.

You came close enough to touch, "Well?"

Fontaine hummed and tilted his head to meet your gaze with open look of smug desire, "Don't 'well' me, girl. You like it, right?"

You bunched up your lips, looking around the living room with a neutral hum. You couldn't make it too easy for him.

He reached out to brush the backs of his knuckles along the lacey designs before him, "You said to me that if I got you something that you fuck with, I can get as much of it for you as I wanted."

Ah, fuck. "I did, I-I did say that."

"So that means...what?"

You felt the smile but aimed it up at the ceiling, "Means I can't say nothing but thank you when you bring it to me."

"Hn. Bet you didn't think your man was gonna know what you like?" Fontaine made a show of shaking his head, as if disappointed.

"Oh stop, it ain't gonna stop you from rubbing it in." You said, waving him away.

"Damn straight."

Fontaine slipped the blunt between your fingers, distracting you long enough for him to reach onto the side table to grab a thin box.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pluck off the top of the box to show glittering, matching stockings.

With that box in his lap, Fontaine looked up at you and wore that his best 'please, baby' face--completed by a kiss to your stomach.

What else could you do? You nod and took pull.

"That's my girl."

Fontaine deftly rolled the first stocking down and when you stepped into it, he gently fitted the fabric up your calf. His wide hand smoothed up from your ankle to your thigh, attaching the small clasp of the basque.

When he leaned in to nip at the fabric stretched over your knee, you realized the gold beading matched his grills. Rubbing his cheek in the same spot, you shivered when you felt his beard tug.

You hit the blunt hard a few more times before leaning over him to flick it into the ashtray. Fontaine inhaled, catching the scent of your perfume and groaning softly.

'This man is out of control.'

"These go fuckin' perfect." His words brought you out of your head, "Pretty, pretty girl."

Fontaine always touched you with absolute focus and this time was no different. Helping your other foot into the stocking and clasp, rubbing and kneading your skin until the praises he muttered melted you down.

"You look so fucking good, baby." his voice was rougher than it had been all night, "Ain't nothing pinching? Anythin' feel loose?"

"It feels good. I really do like it, 'Taine, promise."you said as you went into his lap and looped your arms around his neck, "I want to know what else you want to see me in."

Fontaine ran a hand along your flank, "Maybe...Maybe some heels."

"Mhm. I'd wear them for you." You struck your legs in your best attempt at a pin-up pose and watched Fontaine's eyes trace the line "I want the ones with the little pom-pom. Y'know, classy."

Fontaine bounced you in his lap in protest, " 'Course you would. I wanna see that ass in them-in them pointy shits. What are they called?"

"Pointy shits."

Fontaine smacked his lips and you shrugged a shoulder, reaching for the blunt again. Fontaine grabbed the one he tucked behind his ear in time to share a flame with you.

You watched him watch you, unable to stop the grin from forming as he ran his finger tips over beads and lace.

"So...you're going to stare at me all night?"

That grin slipped and gave way to an open look of hunger. Fontaine's hold turned into a soft grip, pulling you closer to him so he could finally kiss you. Slow, searing, promising--over too soon.

When he pulled back, he pressed his cheek to yours.

"Go in our room and put on the pink one. I'll tear that shit up off you--this one's my favorite."

You jerked back, blinking at him.

Now you knew this man was about to be on, but maybe you could beat him there...

You were up on your feet and hurrying to the bedroom and Fontaine was only a beat behind you.

☀️☁️Fontaine Fluff ☁️☀️

Lil' fluff for the middle of the week! 😊

a/n: Fontaine x You (black!fem reader)

warnings: nothing much, cursing, loads of fluff and nonsense, fluff-stash, long fic, may have some mistakes 🫣

One of your favorite things about Fontaine is that he got really romantic out the blue.

Not that he wasn't always doting on you when the chance presented itself, he could just get lovey.

You made a mistake once and called him a romantic. He frowned as if you called him something else, something bad.

A lot of kisses was required to smooth things over, but it was worth it to feel how hot his face was.

It was his quietest unkept secret.

It was his biggest tell and it was your most favorite secret.

You'd gladly be the keeper of it.

He'd turn his nose up at any of the classic titles he found scattered in your home, wanting nothing to do with 'that old shit', but will utter the most heart fluttering things when you least expect it.

How you were his "forever garden," always blooming and beautiful when he's sees you.

About how he was sure God put you there for him because if it were the Devil, Fontaine would have already died for you.

When he found a ratty pile of scrap paper with all of his declarations, admissions, and promises--he bashfully hung his head and handed you a heart shaped tin to store them in.

"I need more, y'know." You teased him and eagerly shook the tin to hear the shifting paper and clips clink around.

Fontaine kissed your hand, "A library never runs outta books, baby. Imma make sure your heart is full."

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Fontaine will always and forever deny his clinginess.

You can feel it coming in waves, keeping you snug in his arms and feeling you up all over. Putting his hands into your back pockets or up under your hoodie whenever he could. It'd be up to you to escape less you be late for work or any other engagements.

So, you should have saw it coming.

Once you sat down to put on your socks, Fontaine's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into him. It was a hilarious angle and you felt one of the socks you managed to put on get left behind as the Fontaine-Dragon drug you back into his horde of blankets.

"Tell 'em your man said you can't come in."

"Hm. That's very tempting but I don't see HR taking that even in writing."

Fontaine huffed but didn't release you. Sighing, you rolled and rolled until you splayed across his chest.

He was half-asleep and indignant. You pinched his cheek and pouted your lips at him.

"C'mon, you gotta let me up." When he cracked open an eye, you widened both of yours going, well?

"I thought you wanted a working lady!"

"...I meant if you worked for me."

"No you did not!"

It was Fontaine's turn to roll over, trapping you beneath him with a comfortable sigh, "Did too. Now go to sleep."

You laughed because it was wild that this man thought going back to sleep would erase your workplace obligations. You did allow yourself to lay there. What was a few more minutes?

How could you tear yourself away from someone who wanted nothing more than you to stay.

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If something kept you away from each other for the day, Fontaine would often think of you.

If you had time to eat breakfast, if your coworkers were stressing you out. If you were bored, if you were angry.

Were you thinking of him as much as he was of you?

To keep the restlessness at bay, Fontaine would pick up things. Bits and pieces that reminded him that he would see you soon enough.

There was a soothing effect of looking over and seeing something in his passenger seat that he knew you would like. If he put a seatbelt over it-- that was just for safety, y'know?

He frequented the Eastside of the Glen where a market place would appear a few days out the week. He remembered when his Ma would take him and his brother there to support her homegirl that sold wigs and shoes.

It felt like confirmation when he suggested y'all stroll there on your first not-date.

He's brought you candles, silly looking hair clips big enough to handle all of your hair comfortably and Girl scout cookies from two different scouts ("I ain't wanna cause no drama, baby, they were twins!"). He found the Copper Man and hurriedly brought you a few bangles with hoops to match before he vanished again for another few weeks.

Fontaine has brought you enough potted plants that he's probably paid off Mrs. Emerald's house and made quite the name for himself as a "doting boyfriend" at the Coney Island that had the only chili dogs you liked eating.

You weren't surprised when you were handed a heavy, noisy tote bag filled with miscellaneous trinkets and snacks after your shift was over. You were called in unexpectedly and you knew Fontaine wasn't happy about it, and it made you feel bad that he missed you so much.

Deciding that you would take the next day off, you began going through his love-horde as told him of your sudden upcoming long weekend that you planned on spending with him.

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"Saw these an' thought of you"

You gasped and dropped the book pile somewhere on the shelf you called yourself 'organizing'.

Fontaine had that look on his face when you came closer and you narrowed your eyes at him.

Still, the bouquet were gorgeous. Peonies, your favorite flower and one you knew he had to travel to get. All deep pink and fragrant.

Fontaine leaned in to kiss your cheek and nipped your ear lobe, "Pretty n' pink, just like you."

Confused, you looked down at your clothes. You weren't wearing pink today, but when you heard him chuckle--it clicked.

"You scoundrel!" You swatted his shoulder and hid your hot face in the beautiful petals.

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Fontaine could be very playful as times. He reminded you of the cute videos of cats walking up to their playmate and hitting them with the skippity-pap before loping away.

It would, more often than not, result in some tusslin'.

When you turned from the fridge and saw Fontaine edging into the kitchen--full you can't see me mode. You hurried but wasn't fast enough to avoid being snatched up.

"No, wait! My juice!" You yelped as your cup was disturbed. To his credit, Fontaine did back off long enough for you to place your innocent apple juice onto the counter.

You tried to skirt past him but Fontaine caught you again with your arms kept to your side. He lifted you off of you feet despite your flailing and skidding feet.

"C'mon now, 'Taine! I still got my fuzzy socks on!

"I know, I know-- I see 'em! It's the only time yo' lil ass is slow!"

"What is even happening?!"

The sternness of your voice was cracked by your laughing as Fontaine tried knocking you over the arm of the couch. You took hold of him and launched you both over yourself.

"Gahdamn, woman, why you fighting me? I'm tryna cuddle!"

"Cuddle? I was minding my own business tryna drink some juice!"

"That's yo' problem right there, always minding your business but not mindin' your man."

"Oop--don't you get out ya pocket, now!"

Tangling, huffin' and puffin'--shocks of laughter as it went to the floor. You had your legs wrapped around one of Fontaine's arms, trying to keep him from using both hands to pinch at your sides.

"I'll snap it off!" You were breathless and a little dizzy, but triumphant.

Fontaine could very well overpower you but judging from his own heavy breathing and mad grin, a truce was more likely.

"Fine, don't cuddle with me then." Fontaine huffed and went ridiculously limp, making you cackle. You saw the mischief all up and through the pout he was trying to pull off and felt him tensing to spring again.

"Oh nah, we gonna cuddle alright! You done made me sweaty and wasted good juice--time for the choke out!"

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You both were sitting on your back porch stares, sharing a blunt and watching the starts start to wake.

Your idle conversation stilled into a pleasant silence, listening to the sounds of birds and the neighborhood settling down for the day.

When passing back the blunt, you caught Fontaine watching you with smiling eyes. Fontaine caught your hand and put it to his chest.

"Yours be beatin' like that?"

He spoke to you quietly, as if he didn't even want the clouds to hear and you pressed closer. Wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your ear to his thumping heart.

"Mhmm. Seems to happen all the time these days." You closed your eyes to relish the sound, "Never been like that before."

Fontaine's answering kiss tasted like agreement.

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PHHEEEWWW!

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Missed You.

MEGAN THEE STALLION X BLACK! FEM READER.

(A/n: this is my first time writing girlxgirl smut and i wanted to try something different. If you have advice or feedback to offer, let me know. ❤️)

WARNINGS: girlxgirl smut, scissoring, nipple play, slight masturbation, praise kink, pet names, teasing. Minors DNI.

Summary: Your girlfriend Megan returns home from the tour when she finally comes home, you have a sexy surprise for her in the bedroom.

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You nervously bite down on your plump bottom lips with your foot tapping on the light purple rug as your back slouches against the couch. The television played one of your favorite TV shows as the theme song played softly, you grabbed onto the heart-shaped pillow. Trying to calm yourself down in the process.

“I hope she makes it on time..” you whispered, holding on tight to the purple heart-shaped pillow.

You awaited the return of your girlfriend Megan after her triumphant tour for her album. Your immense pride in her made the wait unbearable, as you counted down the moments until you could be reunited again.

Your ginger tresses were pulled back by a purple paisley bandana with your black tee shirt and matching shorts that hugged around your thick thighs, your cocoa skin glistening from the moonlight while your brown eyes settled on the television screen.

Today was the day that she can finally come back to you, you can be in her arms and cuddle close to her.

You heard the door creak open with Megan announcing her arrival, “Baby I'm home!” she hollered, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she closed the door behind her. There she was, She was so beautiful.

You eagerly got up from the couch and ran towards the tall woman, your arms embracing her waist and laying your head gently on her chest, savoring her familiar scent as your brown eyes were fixed on her.

"I missed you so much Meg," you whispered softly, your voice filled with longing.

Megan's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I missed you too, my love," she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

"I don't like being away from you." Megan pouted, her index finger lifting your chin.

You crashed your lips onto hers, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Her soft tongue glides across your lips with your mouth parting, a moan left your lips. Megan gently pushed her tongue into your warm mouth as your tongues intertwine in sync, lip-locking with her sensually a few times, the soft smacking of your lips colliding filled the living room. Words couldn't explain how much you missed her.

The both of you pulled away from each other and you left a trail of saliva between your lips.

Her hands cupped your face lovingly with a smirk curling up on hers, “Damn, you really missed me huh?” she teased, her thumb swiping over your cheek.

“How many times do I have to tell you Megan? Yes I did.” You giggled with an eye roll. Your hand sent a playful smack on her plump ass.

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with adoration. "Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

"Oh? What is it?" she replied, a playful tone in her voice. Her eyebrows raised together.

You took her hand and led her towards the bedroom, your heart pounding with anticipation. You entered the room, Megan's eyes widened at the sight before her. The room was dimly lit, with scented candles casting a warm glow. Soft music played in the background, setting the mood.

"What's all this?" Megan asked, her voice filled with wonder.

"It's a surprise," you replied, a seductive smile tugging at your lips. "I wanted to welcome you home properly."

Megan's eyes darkened with desire as she realized what you had in mind. She stepped closer to you, her thumb gently tracing the outline of your jaw. "You always know how to make me feel special," she whispered, her voice husky.

You leaned into her touch, you pecked her lips twice."I wanted to show you just how much I missed you," you confessed, your voice laced with affection.

“Show me then..”

“Take off your clothes first…”

This new boldness from you ignited a fire in Megan, she loved every bit of this though.

Megan crawled toward the bed draped with red silk sheets with vibrant rose petals, she laid on her back and sliding off her pink crop top and pink miniskirt, throwing the clothes across the floor and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell down gracefully and sliding off her pink panties from her ankles, Megan threw them across the room with a smirk on her face.

Megan slid her fingers into her mouth and rubbed them between her clit, “Come and wet this pussy up baby..” she purred, softly gasping.

“You're so beautiful…” you whispered softly, pecking her lips twice. Your knee parted her legs gently.

“Not as beautiful as you..” Megan whispered, she pecked your nose and cheek sweetly.

You crouched between her legs and bit down on your lips, your fingers parting her wet folds as slid your fingers between them eliciting a soft moan from Megan, pumping your fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, “shit! Right there..” she chanted, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

Your hand slithered toward her plump breast and massaged them in circles, you watched her hips roll against your fingers, you moaned softly as your clit throbbed in response, “Fuck…Y/N..” Megan gasped softly, her eyebrow furrowed together, your thighs clenched from the ache. You desperately wanted to be touched by her. Her wet walls clenched around your fingers and her essence covered up your digits.

“My beautiful girl..” you praised, pumping your fingers faster and faster.

“Oh—fuck! baby..i’m cumming..” Megan dragged out, her hands tightly gripped on the silk sheets. Your fingers curled up inside with your thumb grazing over her clit at the same time, "let it out.." you panted heavily, her soft moans filled the room.

Megan's climax rutted through her body with her head falling back onto the pillow, her essence gushed your fingers and licked your fingers clean.

“What about you?” Megan panted lowly, her lips formed into a pout.

You slid off your tee shirt with your breasts falling gracefully and slid off your shorts and panties allowing the clothes to fall on the bedroom carpet, you crawled onto the soft bedsheets and crawled toward her, Your legs intertwined with Megan's as you pressed your wet pussy pressing against hers. Your hips rolled at a steady pace, “oh fuck..Megan..” you moaned softly, your low-lidded eyes watched her breasts bounce.

The soft squelching sound filled the room. “Aww, it sounds like your pretty pussy missed me too..” Megan teased, her hands gripped a portion of your asscheeks and your throbbing clits rubbed together.

“I-i love you..i missed you so much!” You groaned wildly, wrapping your arms around her waist, drawing her near and your nipples rubbed against hers, sending you on cloud nine. You refused to leave paradise alongside her, moaning loudly and breathing heavily, your bandanna slipped off your hair, and you moved your hips rhythmically alongside Megan.“You're so cute when you moan like that…” A sheer of sweat glistened over your melanated bodies under the dim lighting. Megan adorned your cocca skin so much.

This feeling almost felt so foreign to you but the way your wet folds latched onto hers drove you wild, with both of your juices gushing over each other’s thick thighs, "I love you more.." Megan slurred, cutting herself off with a moan.

You moved closer, engaging in a fervent kiss with her, with your tongues intermingling. Megan's eyes closed in utter delight, while she hugged you tightly. The two of you swallowed each other's moans with saliva trickling down to your chin. “I-i’m cumming…baby.” you slurred out, rolling your hips at a faster pace.

Megan broke the kiss, "I want to cum with you…fuck! Only you!” Megan keened, tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. Knots tightened in your stomach, you both screamed in pleasure. Both of your juices gushed over each folds and trickled down your thighs. waves washing over you. You clung to each other, bodies trembling as you threw your head back. A wave of pleasure washed over you.

Your breathing slowed down after as she pecked your lips twice sweetly, Megan collapsed beside you and her arm draped over your waist. You turned to face her, smiling as your fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare chest.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with adoration.

"I love you too, my beautiful girl." She replied back, her thumb swiped over your cheek. You snuggled closer to her, feeling content and complete. Drifting off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Carnival. Salvador, Bahia, Brazil - 1941

Photo: Pierre Verger

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FRIENDS… RIGHT? (GxG)

MEGAN THEE STALLION x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which not even an outing with their friend group can stop Megan's teasing that alludes to the night her and June shared together. ✨ | friends w/ benefits type beat. 😛

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"𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔! 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧!" June exclaimed, laughing, as Hayley and Megan laughed with them and Gina chuckled before playfully shrugging her shoulders.

"shit, i'on give a fuck! you wanna ask me for pussy on the first date, you might as well pay these motherfuckin' bills, nigga!" Gina exclaimed, cockily flipping her honey-brown hair over her shoulder, "this car note, my phone bill, my light bill, my water bill — all'um! shit, do sum' useful and i might let you get a lil' crumb of coochie or sum'."

"long story short tho': i left his ass sittin' there lookin' stupid at that table. nigga had me so fucked up i'an even wanna eat no more," Gina chuckled, taking a sip of her margarita, as she tucked her hair behind her ear, "but enough about me, what about you, J? we all spoke about our recent failed dates except you. spill the tea, lil' mama."

as if on cue with Gina's question, June and Megan locked eyes, and the look in Megan's eyes was something enticing, which made June's core absentmindedly ache. they were only friends, right? so why did just one look from her give her a second heartbeat down below?

the effect Megan had on her was something she'd never experienced before, and this ended up being the cause of them having sex on one lonely night after the club. they were both tipsy, one thing led to another, and the next thing June knew, she was on Megan's lap telling her how good her strap felt inside her.

though they were under the influence, the two agreed to never do it again to salvage their friendship. however, it wasn't easy for June to keep her word because of Megan's flirtatious and tantalizing actions she'd do when no one was paying attention, and it wouldn't be long before June cracked under pressure.

"surprisingly, i'an went on no dates recently. nobody's caught my attention fo'real and judging by y'all's dates, i'd rather just be left alone." June chuckled as Hayley and Megan laughed and Gina dapped June up over the table, the two sharing a laugh while Megan's hand slyly slid onto June's thigh underneath the table and gently squeezed it.

June slightly jumped from the contact and squeezed her thighs shut, her heart rate rising while she attempted to conceal their actions from their friends as her smile never faltered. June witnessed Megan slightly smirk in her peripheral and her hand left her thigh as Megan checked her phone.

"good evening, ladies, i am so sorry about the wait, we're really packed this evening," the waitress apologized as she pulled out her notepad and a pen from her apron, "what can i get you four?"

"oh, you're fine, love! but, i'll have..."

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the four women laughed and giggled as they sat in Megan's living room playing "Fuck, Marry, Kill" with a slight twist — if they couldn't decide where to place somebody, they took a sip of the alcohol in their glasses and pled the fifth. Gina drank twice, Hayley drank thrice, Megan drank six times due to wanting to fuck or marry too many people, and June drank once.

despite how much they had drunk, the alcohol was affecting each of them differently because they were all drinking different things. Gina was drinking Tequila, Hayley was drinking red wine since she wasn't really a drinker, Megan was drinking D'ussé, and June was drinking Hennessy.

since Megan had drank the most and she wasn't sipping on wine like Hayley, she was definitely starting to feel the effects of it, and June knew exactly what was bound to happen once Megan had too much to drink — she'd get horny, and she was extremely vulgar once her arousal started to sink in.

"okay, okay, my turn! Fuck, Marry, Kill: Rhea Ripley, Nikkita Lyons, and Liv Morgan." Hayley smirked, naming female WWE wrestlers since Gina named the male ones, as she swirled her wine in her glass and Gina and June smacked their lips in sync while Megan giggled tipsily.

"girl, off the bat, i'm killin' Rhea—" Megan started before getting cut off by Gina.

"you can't kill Mami, Meggie, c'mon now!" Gina exclaimed as Megan smacked her lips and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"G, i'm not bottoming out for nobody and i'm damn sure not switching! i'm gon' be the only top around this motherfucka', do you hear me?" Megan exclaimed, laughing, as the three women laughed with her and Gina raised her hands in defense with a giggle, "but like i was sayin' before you rudely interrupted me: i'm killin' Rhea. she pretty as hell and intimidatin', but i'an callin' nobody Mami! bitch, i get called Mami, the fuck?"

"as for Fuck? oh, i'm takin' Nikkita thick ass down thru' there! turnin' her ass every which way but loose!" Megan exclaimed, clapping her hands, as Gina let out a guffaw in her palm, Hayley giggled, and June blushed due to getting flashbacks from the night she and Meg shared, quickly lowering her head and covering her face while she laughed to try and act normal, "so, i guess i'll marry Liv, she pretty as fuck too."

"well, i'm marryin' Rhea, fuck what Megan said," Gina giggled, gesturing towards Megan with her glass while Megan playfully rolled her eyes at her, "i'm fuckin' Nikkita, i loveeee me some her! so... i guess i'ma kill Liv."

"i gotta' side with Meg on this one and kill Rhea. i'an got no problem with her bein' dominant and all'at 'cause i'm a switch, but she don't seem like a switch and i can't be submissive all the damn time," Hayley chuckled, adjusting her septum piercing, as Gina smacked her lips, June playfully rolled her eyes, and Megan stuck her tongue out while she and Hayley high-fived each other, "as for Fuck... y'all, i gotta' fuck Nikkita, i need her thick ass to do the splits on my face ASAP! i'll marry Liv, she's such a lil' cutie pie."

"see, i love for somebody to take charge in the bedroom and toss me around, so fuck what Le'Le and Meg said, i'm fuckin' Rhea and lettin' her take me to Poundtown like no tomorrow!" June laughed as Hayley giggled, Gina leaned over and dapped her up, and Megan chuckled while a small smirk crossed her face, "now see, this the hard part 'cause i don't wanna kill Nikkita or Liv... aw, hell."

June shook her head and downed the rest of her glass, making the other three girls erupt in laughter, as June licked her lips and shook her head before laughing with her friends and tucking her black hair behind her ear, "i can't pick! i need boff'um!"

"yo' freaky ass." Megan chuckled as she and June locked eyes and Megan tauntingly trailed her tongue around the rim of her glass before downing the rest of the brown liquor in it, sending chills down June's spine while Hayley and Gina were oblivious to what was happening in front of them.

"let's play another game, this one gettin' boring." Gina pouted as Hayley chuckled and looked over at her.

"dirty truth, dare, or drink sound good to y'all?" Hayley asked, raising a brow, as Megan gasped and sat her glass down on the coffee table before standing up and adjusting her shorts.

"hell yeah! lemme' move this coffee table out the way."

—

the four friends sat in a circle with their glasses refilled as an empty bottle sat in the middle of them to dictate whose turn it was.

"okay, i looked up some good truths and dares, so we gon' pass my phone around as we go," Hayley smiled as she held her phone in her left hand and spun the bottle with her right one, watching it slowly come to a stop while it pointed at Gina, "truth or dare, Gi'Gi?"

"truth." Gina smiled innocently as she held her glass in her hand and prepared for what Hayley was going to ask her.

"ever tried role-play? if so, what was it?" Hayley asked, smirking, as she raised a brow and Gina laughed.

"hell yeah, i love that shit. me and one of my exes did it, i was a nurse and she was my patient." Gina explained with a smile, taking Hayley's phone, as she and Hayley dapped each other up and Megan and June laughed at the exchange.

"was that the same ex you told us about that tied you down to the bed?" Megan asked, raising a brow, as Gina smirked and nodded her head, making the other three women laugh while she spun the bottle.

"i be missin' her sometimes," Gina playfully pouted as the bottle stopped on June and Gina looked over at her, "truth or dare, J?"

"truth." June answered as she twirled the ends of her hair with her baby pink acrylic nails.

"ever had a sexual dream about a friend?" Gina asked, raising a brow with a smirk, as Hayley burst out laughing and Megan stared at June with an indescribable look in her eyes while she smirked.

June remained silent as she picked up her glass and took a sip of it, making her friends laugh and causing Hayley to laugh harder than before while June cracked a smile, "it was years ago, i'on wanna talk about it!"

Megan narrowed her eyes at June and her smirk widened as she giggled, knowing she was lying because June told her a week ago about the sexual dream she had of her after their night together.

"y'all embarrassin' me already, gimme' this damn phone," June pouted, playfully snatching the phone from Gina, as the three women laughed at her and June spun the bottle, watching it stop at Megan, "truth or dare, Meggie?"

"dare," Megan smirked, a lustful fire in her eyes while she stared at June, "gimme' sum' good, Junie."

"lick whipped cream off someone's neck." June dared, a smirk on her face, as Hayley's eyebrows raised and Gina laughed, looking at Megan with an instigating look on her face.

"if i'an got it, i'm takin' a drink." Megan laughed, getting up from the floor, as she walked to the kitchen and the three women laughed at her.

"who neck she lickin' that sticky shit off of?" Gina asked, gesturing toward Megan with her thumb, as she looked over at June.

"whoever she picks." June chuckled, shrugging, as the sound of a refrigerator closing caught her attention and she looked towards the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Megan walk out with a proud smile and a bottle of whipped cream.

"y'all lucky i found this, it's only a lil' bit left in this muh'fucka'," Megan chuckled as she stood in the circle and looked at all three of her friends before smirking and walking towards June, "lean yo' neck over, Ju'Ju."

"she finna' be sticky as hell." Gina joked, earning laughs from Hayley and Megan, as June smacked her lips and Hayley scooted over a bit to give Megan and June more room.

"no, she not," Megan chuckled, cupping June's jaw in her hand, as she leaned her head over and pushed her hair to her other shoulder while she sat on her knees, "i clean up my messes, G. so if this gets messy, i'ma clean her up real good."

Megan's tone changed and was now low and sensual, sending chills down June's spine while Gina's brows raised and Hayley smirked widely.

"oh, you a freak bitch, ain't you?" Hayley joked, smirking, as Gina laughed and Megan giggled, shaking up the bottle of whipped cream and aiming it towards June's neck.

"ain't no cap in my raps, Le'Le." Megan smirked as she sprayed the whipped cream on June's neck and June cringed at how cold it was, making Hayley and Gina laugh.

Megan sat the bottle down and leaned closer to June as she turned her head to the side and slipped her tongue out her mouth, laying it out flatly and slowly lapping up the whipped cream on June's neck in a seductive manner while June's breathing slightly hitched. noticing this, Megan smirked as she licked up all the cream, french-kissing June's neck to "make sure" she cleaned up her mess and did a good job while her tongue gently flicked at June's brown skin and June could've sworn she felt her clit throb at the sensation.

"this bitch." June thought to herself as she locked eyes with Megan and Megan subtly blew her a kiss, making her thighs absentmindedly squeeze together.

"this is some freaky ass shit, goddamn," Hayley spoke in awe, watching Megan slowly pull away from June's neck before Hayley eagerly raised her hand like a toddler and waved it around with a smile, "me next!"

the friend group immediately burst into a fit of laughter after Hayley's exclaim and Megan giggled as she picked up the bottle of whipped cream and headed back to the kitchen.

"Meg, baby, where you goin'? i'm serious!"

—

by the time Hayley, Gina, and June realized it was getting late and that it was time for them to leave, they had already drunk wayyy too much and decided it'd be best to crash at Megan's place to avoid a DUI, which Megan didn't mind. Hayley and Gina slept together in one of Megan's guest bedrooms to avoid messing up two different ones and Megan had somehow persuaded June to sleep in her room, which didn't surprise either of them.

she just hoped Megan didn't try anything because she was bound to fold, especially with the liquor in her system.

"goodnight, kiddos." June joked, closing the door to the guest bedroom, as Hayley smacked her lips and an asleep Gina let out a soft snore in response, making June giggle while she walked across the hall to Megan's room.

as if on cue with June entering the room, the door abruptly closed behind her and the soft sound of a lock sounded off, making June jump while she turned around and locked eyes with Megan, who was leaning up against the door in her bra and panties while one hand rested on the doorknob and the other rested on her hip.

"you like for somebody to take charge, huh?" Megan purred, smirking, as she referred to what June said about Rhea Ripley during their "Fuck, Marry, Kill" game and slowly approached her, causing June to back up with each step Megan took until she eventually landed on the bed and a soft gasp fell from her lips once she landed on Megan's plush mattress.

"M... Meg..." June whispered, feeling her second heartbeat return, as she adjusted her rising dress and scooted further back onto the bed, making Megan giggle before she grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the end of the bed.

"you know i'on do runners, Ju'Ju," Megan cooed, as she let go of her ankle and grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide and revealing the wet spot on her panties, "youn' remember how i pinned you down to keep you from runnin' last time?"

June whimpered feebly at the mention of their night and a shiver went down her spine as Megan hooked her finger underneath the waistband of June's panties and slowly pulled them down her brown legs, tossing them to the side while she pushed her legs wide open again.

"you like this shit, huh? that's why you so wet?" Megan teased, smirking, as she hiked June's dress up to her upper stomach and lightly traced her clitoris with her thumb before applying pressure to it, making June gasp, "answer me, pretty. i'on like being ignored."

"you b-been teasing me all day, h-how am i not supposed to be w-wet?" June whimpered, gently biting down on her lip, as Megan chuckled softly and ran her tongue over her lips, lowering her face to June's vulva before June suddenly stopped her, "Meg, Hayley and Gina are right across the hall—"

"whose problem is that, June? mine or yours?" Megan asked, raising a brow, as she dropped to her knees and pulled June closer to her face by her hips, "i guess you better be quiet then, huh?"

June opened her mouth to protest but her thought process was cut short by Megan's lips latching around her clitoris, making her gasp while her back slightly arched up from the bed. June's eyes rolled back as Megan began to sloppily eat her out, slurping sounds echoing in the bedroom while Megan's eyes slowly shut in concentration. she caressed June's inner thighs before taking a hand off one of them and teasing her entrance with her middle finger, prodding at it but never fully entering it.

"Meg, please—"

"who?" Megan asked, her eyes opening, as she looked up at June and flickered her tongue against her throbbing bud, "that ain't my name, June, you better say my shit."

June's eyes rolled back as Megan french-kissed her clit, moving her mouth slowly and sensually while she moaned against her. her tongue explored her folds and her plump lips sucked on June's second pair of lips before she started to flick her tongue for a second time, the pace in her tongue quicker than before while June grabbed a handful of her hair.

"M-Mami!" June cried, earning a wide smirk from Megan, as Megan's middle finger eased inside her walls and she thrusted it at a steady pace, curving it occasionally while she pulled her face away from her wet sex.

"mhm, that's what i like to hear, pretty girl," Megan cooed, adding her ring finger, as she stood up from her knees and wrapped her unoccupied hand around June's neck while she hovered above her, "if you don't want us to get caught, bestie, i suggest you be a lil' quieter."

"i... i... o-oh, right there!" June whimpered in a whisper, feeling the tip of Megan's fingers hit her g-spot, as she looked up at Megan and noticed the smug smirk on her face, causing her to fall more into a submissive state than before.

"i'm where you need me at, baby? huh? did Mami hit that sweet spot?" Megan taunted in a coo, squeezing the sides of her neck, as June's eyes rolled back and she vigorously nodded her head, making Megan's fingers speed up their pace, "words, June."

"yes!" June cried before abruptly squirting, her juices soaking Megan's hand and her sheets as she came hard. Megan giggled at this as she continued to thrust her fingers inside her, finger-fucking her through her orgasm while June's legs trembled and she tightly held onto Megan's shoulders.

"aw, that's what i like to see," Megan smirked, leaning up from June, as she pulled her fingers out of her walls and slipped them into her mouth before smacking her clitoris, earning a squeal from June while her hips bucked at the impact, "now get'cho ass up, take the rest of that shit off, and put that ass in the air. you know how i like it."

weakly, June stripped herself of her dress and bra and tossed them on the floor near her discarded underwear as she flipped over on her stomach and placed a deep arch in her back, still trying to catch her breath from her previous orgasm while her brown face was now slightly rosy.

she hadn't squirted in forever...

feeling a smack on her ass, June squealed softly and was brought back to reality as she felt Megan's fingers play with her clit, making June moan softly while she felt Megan's strap slowly slide inside her. her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled back as her walls adjusted to Megan's size, her grip on the sheets tight while her pussy swallowed the strap whole.

"oh, you missed this, huh? she suckin' up my whole strap, baby," Megan teased, smacking her ass, as she gripped June's hips and began thrusting at a steady pace, her hips gyrating into June's while she watched her ass bounce with each stroke, "we 'posed to be friends, princess, you takin' my shit like a pro, ain't you?"

"Meggggg." June whined, her brows furrowing, as she felt Megan's body lean down hers and she watched her grab a pillow before shoving it between the wall and the headboard, making June's eyes widen before they rolled back due to Megan's strokes speeding up.

"what i tell you? huh?" Megan growled, grabbing a handful of her hair, as she pulled her up to her chest and let go of her hair before gripping her neck instead, "what's my name, June? huh? say my damn name."

"M-Mami! oh, sh-shittttt," June moaned loudly, prompting Megan to let go of her neck and firmly cover her mouth, as June's eyes rolled back and she felt Megan's hand return back to her bundle of nerves, her body jolting while Megan rubbed her clitoris in quick circles, "fuck, fuck, fuck— o-oh, my God!"

"that's right, baby. you're such a good girl, aren't you?" Megan cooed in her ear, kissing her earlobe and tugging at it with her teeth, as she wrapped her arms around June and leaned back down to the bed, pressing her body weight onto hers while June moaned loudly into a pillow nearby, "we just friends, right? why you lettin' me dig you out like this then? huh? why you lettin' me fuck you silly like this, June? this ain't what friends do, sweet girl."

"don't stop, don't stop, d-don't stop!" June chanted, balling the sheets up in her hands, as her eyes rolled back and her teeth sunk into the pillow she used to conceal her moans, feeling a soft kiss on her ear while Megan's tongue trailed around her earlobe.

"you take me so good, baby. i wonder what our friends would think if they could see you now," Megan smirked softly in her ear, grinding her hips against her ass, as a stray tear rolled down June's cheek and she whined into the pillow, her stomach convulsing while she felt her climax come closer and closer, "whose pussy is this, June?"

"y-yours!" June whined into the pillow before Megan took an arm from around her body and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back from the pillow and making her gasp at the roughness.

"whose? what'chu say, pretty?" Megan teased as she let go of her hair and wrapped her hand around her neck, choking her while her face rested beside hers.

"yours!" June moaned, biting down on her bottom lip, as Megan peppered kisses on the side of her neck and shimmed her other hand up to June's breasts, twisting and flicking her sensitive, erect nipple while June's lips sat ajar.

"that's right, baby," Megan cooed, tugging at June's nipple, as she squeezed the sides of her neck and June let out a feeble whimper, "we ain't friends, June. you mine, you hear me?"

"y-yes! oh, my G-God, i'm gonna c-cum! i'm gonna—" June was cut off by her words becoming stuck in her throat, and she felt Megan's body weight leave her as Megan firmly gripped her hip with one hand and pressed down on the back of her neck with the other, giving June deadly strokes while the bed rocked underneath them.

"cum for me, pretty girl, c'mon. show me how your friend makes you cum." Megan's words sent her over the edge and her body seized in place as her eyes rolled back and her hips suddenly bucked before she squealed loudly into the sheets, her eyebrows furrowing while she orgasmed harder than before. her legs trembled and her hips and clit jolted as Megan slowed down her strokes, continuing to fuck her through her climax just like before while June's body gradually relaxed and she whimpered into the sheets.

June huffed softly and her eyes sat low as she stared off at the wall, trying to catch her breath while Megan pulled out of her and smacked her ass, making her look over her shoulder at the tall woman.

"we ain't done either. i been waitin' for this shit all day." Megan announced, unhooking the harness from her waist, as she flipped June onto her back and their eyes locked, June's eyes quickly going to Megan's waist once she saw her grip the waistband of her panties.

June watched with anticipation as Megan stripped from her panties, revealing her freshly waxed wet sex. her bra came off next, and June stared at her breasts in awe as Megan crawled on top of her, hovering above her while she planted a kiss on her lips. smirking, Megan straddled June's chest and pushed June's hair out of her face as she cupped her face in her hand before parting her lips to speak.

"Open that pretty mouth, June. I'm not gon' be the only muh'fucka' eatin' pussy tonight, princess."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: got inspired to write about Raq’s pretty self after i seen this edit. 😉

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YOU'RE MINES STILL. (GxG)

PATINA MILLER AS “RAQUEL THOMAS” FROM RAISING KANAN x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Simone & Raquel were toxic to each other and ended on bad terms because of this, but when Raq hears about her having someone else, she decides to pay Simone a visit. ✨ | partially inspired by this tiktok 🤣

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𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 stood in the dressing room of "Chocolate City" — the strip club she worked at — as she adjusted her outfit, taking her time to analyze her appearance while she fiddled with her skirt.

it wasn't time for her to go on stage yet, but she still wanted to look her best for the time being.

the woman flipped her ass-length black box braids out of her face as the door to the dressing room opened, revealing one of her coworkers and friends Destiny — who was known as "Rubi" on stage due to her signature red color that was displayed in her outfits.

"you know you not due on stage for anotha' 30 minutes, right?" Destiny asked, raising a brow, as Simone nodded her head and let out a soft chuckle.

"Divine always gotta' stay ready, boo. you know that." Simone smirked, referencing her stage name, as she playfully smacked her own ass and Destiny laughed at her before shaking her head.

"stayin' ready fa' Raquel, huh?" Destiny joked, smirking widely, as Simone smacked her lips and her posture stiffened, her face scrunching up at the sound of that woman's name while Destiny guffawed at the change in her demeanor.

to keep it brief: Raquel and Simone used to be a thing, and their fling was as toxic as ever. there would be lots of arguing, lots of breaking up, and lots of making up — until one day, the making up stopped and the two never reconciled again.

Simone had no problem with the business Raquel ran and honestly tried her best not to be involved in it, despite often being questioned by Detective Burke and other officers about her involvement with Raq. but once they stopped speaking, Simone deaded everything between them. she stopped speaking to her, stopped returning her calls, and just started avoiding her as much as she could whenever she was out, which included ignoring her brothers, but she still spoke to her son and her niece whenever she saw them.

Simone could no longer stay in that toxic environment anymore, and with the police constantly spying on her and trying to "catch" her doing something illegal, that just made it worse. so she did what she thought was best and left the environment for good.

but knowing Raq, Simone knew there was only a matter of time before she tried to weasel her way back into her life, and she'd be gullible enough to fall for it.

"i ain't mean to kill ya high, girl, c'mon! come get a drink wit' me!" Destiny giggled as she grabbed Simone's hand and led her to the door while Simone secretly mugged the girl behind her back.

"yeah, you owe me one after bringin' that shit up."

—

"...then that bitch had the nerve to push me, girl, i was 'bout to bash her muh'fuckin' head in, she clearly ain't know who she was fuckin' wit'!" Destiny scoffed, recounting an interaction with one of their coworkers that happened when Simone was off, as she shook her head and Simone chuckled while taking a sip of her drink.

"i'm tellin' you, Des', bitches around here always fuck with bitches who they know can beat they ass just for a lil' bit of street cred'. they don't fool me wit' that shit, i'on play that fuck shit," Simone chuckled, pushing a few of her braids behind her shoulder, as "I'm Still Waiting" by Jodeci began to play in the club and Simone raised a brow, shaking her head before scoffing, "outta' all the songs, why the DJ play this shit? c'mon now, man."

"must be a sign, babygirl." Destiny winked, making Simone mug her, as Destiny laughed and Simone chugged her drink, slamming the glass down like a shot glass while she cleared her throat.

❝ IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I TOUCHED A LADY, AND I'M STILL WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK TO ME, BABY. ❞

"i'm 'bout to get pissed off," Simone mumbled, making Destiny burst out laughing, as Simone turned to Eleanor — the bartender — and gently pushed her glass toward her, "refill, please, Ellie."

"before you get that refill, lemme' holla' at you real quick, Simone." a familiar voice called out as Destiny nearly caught whiplash turning around and her eyes locked on Raquel, making her laughter intensify while she nudged Simone with her elbow.

"Raq', i ain't got shit to say to you—"

"well, i got a lot to say to you. so, bring ya ass on." Raquel interrupted the woman as Simone raised a brow and looked back at her, looking her up and down before scoffing.

"i'll be back, y'all." Simone mumbled, making Destiny smirk, as Simone side-eyed Destiny and mugged her before hopping off the stool, adjusting her skirt on her ass before walking behind Raquel.

as soon as the two walked out of the door, Raquel grabbed Simone by the arm and pushed her up against her white truck, making Simone's eyebrows furrow while she looked between Raquel's firm grip and dark eyes.

"Raq', if you don't get—"

"stop callin' me that, Simone, you know i hate that shit," Raquel demanded, her voice as firm as her grip on Simone's arm, "the streets been talkin' lately. and they been tellin' me you fuckin' with somebody else. that true?"

"as if that's any of your business." Simone mumbled, rolling her eyes, as Raquel chuckled and let go of her arm, gripping her neck instead and resting her thumb on her chin to lift her head.

"it is my fuckin' business, the fuck you talkin' 'bout? you foreva' gon' be my girl, Simone, get that shit through yo' thick ass skull," Raquel growled, leaning in closer to the girl, as Simone folded her lips together and looked into the woman's eyes, seeing nothing but anger and slight lust, "but since you got muh'fuckin' amnesia all of a sudden, i'll happily remind you of who the fuck you belong to."

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"R-Raquel!" Simone cried, her thighs beginning to burn while she rode the strap, as Raquel wrapped her hand around Simone's neck and yanked her head up before it could fall back.

"uh-uh. look at me, Simone,"  Raquel demanded, lightly slapping the girl's face, as Simone whimpered and her low eyes locked with Raquel's fiery ones, "you think you can just go around givin' my shit away? huh? you thought i wasn't gon' hear about that shit? you must take me for a dumb muh'fucka', don't you?"

to tell the truth, Simone did start talking to someone new not too long ago. did they have sex yet? unfortunately, yes — and i say "unfortunately" because they were ultimately not good enough in bed — definitely not as good as Raq — and didn't fully satisfy Simone's needs, which led her to regret opening up her legs in the first place.

did Simone know Raq would find out? of course, she did — solely because Raquel finds out everything.

"you belong to me. your body belongs to me. and you better believe that pussy belongs to me too, Simone. so, don't fuckin' play mind games wit' me and think i won't find out about the shit you do," Raquel growled as she began to thrust up into Simone from underneath her, "you think my guys still don't keep tabs on you? on where you been? on where you at? on who you been wit' and where y'all been? huh?"

"R-Raquel—"

"shut the fuck up when i'm talkin'," Raquel grumbled, roughly slapping her ass and leaving her handprint behind, as Simone bit down on her bottom lip to keep her eyes from rolling back, "matta' fact, tell me who you gave my pussy to since you wanna talk when i'm talkin'. use that pretty lil' mouth, Simone."

Simone went quiet, her teeth digging deeply into her bottom lip and almost drawing blood from it, as Raquel glared at her and began thrusting at a quicker and rougher rate, her eyes narrowing in slight irritation while she stared at the brown-skinned girl on her lap.

"i-it was a g-girl from th-the Bulletproof R-Records sh-showcase!" Simone yelped, feeling the tip of the strap roughly jab into her g-spot several times, as Raquel raised a brow at her and chuckled darkly, shaking her head while she tightened the grip on her neck.

"Lou's showcase? and you thought i wasn't gon' find out, Simone? i look fuckin' stupid to you or somethin'?" Raquel growled, furrowing her brows, as she harshly slapped the girl's other asscheek and left another handprint, "all my peoples was in that bitch that night and you thought nobody was gon' tell me 'bout the wack ass bitch tryna' make moves on my girl?"

"n-nooooooo!" Simone sobbed, stray tears beginning to roll down her rosy brown cheeks, as Raquel smirked sadistically watching the tears roll down her face, knowing she was starting to get to the girl, "i-i'm about to—"

"you're about to hold that shit, that's what you gon' do," Raquel chuckled bitterly as she abruptly stopped her thrusts and lightly tilted her head at her, "you out here fuckin' otha' bitches and think i'ma let you cum? you must really be fuckin' crazy, Simone."

"no, no, no — please! i'm sorry, Raquel, i won't give yo' pussy away no more, just don't leave me like this," Simone begged, looking at the woman with teary eyes, as Raquel looked at her with a blank stare, that same smirk still written on her face, "...please, baby?"

"that "baby" shit not 'bout to work on me right now, Simone. you want that nut? you betta' work for it," Raquel chuckled, raising a brow, as she caressed her hip with her fingertips, "betta' put these hips to good use, mama."

Simone gently bit down on her bottom lip as she gripped Raquel's shoulders, her acrylics crazing the woman's bra straps while she began to bounce at a steady pace. Raquel continued to grip Simone's neck as she held her head up, refusing to let her look away from her eyes — and to be honest, Simone was afraid to because Raquel was unpredictable. Simone bounced and rolled her hips on the strap as her eyebrows lightly furrowed and her eyes slightly fluttered, her lips sitting ajar while Raquel licked her lips at her.

"there you go, pretty mama. work for that nut like a good girl." Raquel praised, that same smirk still on her face, as she rubbed Simone's sore, red asscheeks and Simone whimpered at the contact, her walls contracting around the strap while her orgasm snuck up on her for a second time — and Raquel could sense that it pending because Simone started riding faster and rougher than before.

"you gon' cum, baby? hm? you gettin' your reward for ya work?" Raquel cooed as Simone rapidly nodded her head and her jaw sat open while involuntary moans and cries fell from her mouth, "promise me somethin' and i'll let you cum, Simone."

"a-anything!" Simone didn't realize the potential risk of the answer to Raquel's statement, and honestly, she didn't care. she couldn't focus on anything else but getting her orgasm, and if she had to promise something to Raquel, she'd do it, no questions asked.

Raquel chuckled tauntingly and her smirk widened as she leaned in closer to Simone and rested her forehead on hers, watching her struggle to hold eye contact with a smug look in her eyes.

"Don't give my shit to nobody else."

— more than i should masterlist

— pairing: riri williams ✘ black!fem!reader

— series summary: riri williams hated you. from the cold stares and the snide remarks, there was no other conclusion to be drawn. the logical response in this circumstance would be to ignore her, avoid her at all costs. you weren't friends, so this should be an easy task. you only had one class with her, and you rarely saw her around campus outside of it. that was until you started dating her best friend. suddenly you'd found yourself thrusted directly into her life, and suddenly her attitude towards you was becoming an issue. you were never one to care what people thought of you, but something about riri captured your need to please. it was easy to convince yourself you only cared because of your boyfriend. she was his best friend, so the two of you needed to get along. he was none the wiser, chalking her coldness toward you up to her naturally standoffish nature. but you knew better. one way or another, riri williams was going to like you, you would make sure of it. (or the one where you're on a mission to make your boyfriend's best friend like you and the two of you end up falling for each other instead)

— series warnings: CHEATING!! (if you aren't into that, don't read), angst, fluff, smut (eventually) 18+, slow burn building a friendship between reader x riri first, lying, sneaking around, friendship betrayal, jealousy, possessiveness, homophobia (reader is just beginning to question her sexuality after growing up in a homophobic household), riri is mean (at first), lots of tension, lots of emotional cheating beforehand, lots of guilt, mentions of riri having some intense nightmares, strong language at times, use of drugs and alcohol, riri falls first but reader falls harder, and just a bunch of mess!

☆ character bios!

summary: a chaotic glimpse inside the world of the more than i should characters!

☆ part one

summary: riri likes to stare, you'd gathered. she hates you, but enjoys watching you. everything she does leaves you flustered and confused, and craving her approval. all of which goes unnoticed by your boyfriend. a party leads to drinking and drinking leads to riri reluctantly driving you home, where she extends a slither of kindness.

☆ part two

summary: headaches, everyone gets them! your most recent one stems from poor decision making. but the one that reoccurs has a name: riri williams. she's in your head, and alone time with her only causes more pain, and more problems.

☆ part three

summary: in riri's mind of monsters, you were an angel. an angel whose attention she begrudgingly vied for. god, she didn't even know the extent in which she needed it — needed you, until you made yourself inaccessible.

☆ part four

summary: consistency is the cornerstone of your relationships: hakeem consistently cares for you, while riri consistently... scorns you. you had grown accustomed to her disdain, even made your peace with it. but when her behavior suddenly softens, confusion takes root, unearthing feelings you thought yourself incapable of.

a depiction of black women in their element ✨

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Second Chance | Lila Ike x Reader

Summary: Fate has a twisted sense of humor, putting you face-to-face with your ex, Lila, in a random encounter. The unexpected confrontation dredges up old memories, unresolved feelings, and the possibility of a second chance.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, Angst

Word Count: 5247

A/N: I know this is a long one, but I have worked very hard on it during all of my free time- whether at work or home. I'm sorry for the inconsistent updates. I've been super busy with work and falling into new routines in my new city. I think I'm getting into the groove of things, though, so expect maybe 1–2 updates a week. Also, I did not use my tag list for this story, as I was unsure if my few usual readers would be interested in another fandom. If y'all make it to the end, be sure to tell me if you'd like to be tagged in any other Lila fics- as well as your thoughts of the story in general. Enjoy <3

Of course, fate would put you in the last open lane at Walmart with your ex on the other side of the world at 3 AM on a Tuesday. It was just like Lila to be out in the middle of the night, shopping for what looked like several 3-lb tubs of play-doh, a frozen cheese pizza, and press-on nails. And it was just like Lila to realize she left her wallet at home after frantically patting the nonexistent pockets of her lilac-colored silk pajama set. 

“Raatid…” she muttered, running her fingers through her messy auburn fro before loudly kissing her teeth. “Now what mi fi do…”

The moment the words penetrated the air, you froze, every fiber of your being suddenly on high alert. That smoky voice—familiar, unmistakable—sent a jolt through you, stirring emotions you'd buried long ago. It couldn’t be, you thought, your mind reeling in disbelief. But the sultry rasp, the tone, the slight lilt in her accent—there was no misconstruing it. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly lifted your gaze, dread pooling in your stomach. And there she was, as real as the desolate day you last saw her, confirming what you already knew deep down. It was Lila.

Your heart sank as you took everything in- her lively appearance starkly contrasting with the mundane backdrop of the store. The sight of her was stupefying. A surge of nostalgia, annoyance, and an unwelcome flutter of affection twisted in your chest. You couldn’t help but notice the little things you once adored—the way she muttered under her breath, the casual confidence in her disordered state. Panic gnawed at you as you debated your next move. Should you confront her, or flee before she notices you? The aisle felt both a prison and a haven as you weighed the consequences of either action. Every second stretched, amplifying the dread of inevitable interaction, until the decision was made for you.

Of course fate would have you loudly drop a can of chip dip, ruining any chance of a stealthy escape. As you fumbled to catch it, the rest of your precariously balanced items slipped from your grasp, tumbling to the floor in a chaotic clatter. The clamor echoed through the aisle, drawing unwanted attention. You hurriedly crouched down, desperate to gather everything without too much noise, but your movements were clumsy, rushed. The dip container rolled away, followed by a cascade of soda cans, and as you reached for them, your foot slipped on something slick. The world tilted, and before you knew it, you were sprawled flat on your back, staring up at the bright lights. The cold, hard tiles beneath you sent a sharp ache through your spine, and for a moment, you lay there, stunned and mortified, surrounded by the scattered remnants of your failed escape.

If you hadn’t caught her attention before, you most certainly had now. The sharp odor of old mop water mixed with the sticky sweetness of spilled soda assaulted your senses as the blinding fluorescent lights bore down on you. Dazed and disoriented, you briefly wondered if you had hit your head hard enough to be imagining the figure standing over you. But as your vision cleared and you focused on the familiar silhouette, there was no mistaking it—this was no hallucination. It was definitely Lila.

From your vantage point on the ground, the first thing you noticed were the familiar slivers of warm, tawny skin peeking through the gaps of her shirt buttons. The sight dredged up memories, each one sharper and more stirring than the last. You recalled how Lila’s preference for revealing clothing used to irritate you, igniting silent arguments in your mind—arguments that now seemed trivial in the shadow of your separation. Yet, even now, a pang of jealousy twisted in your chest, surprising you with its intensity. Why should you care? You told yourself it was irrational, yet the emotion was there, raw and undeniable. 

Slowly, you pushed yourself off the grimy floor, the weight of the moment pressing down on you as you tried to shake off whatever mire clung to your clothes. With a forced calmness, you bent down to gather your scattered belongings, hoping your expression betrayed none of the turmoil inside. As you straightened, you avoided her gaze, muttering a curt, “Excuse me,” trying to convey a casual indifference that you didn’t feel. But as your eyes flickered briefly to hers, standing just inches away, the proximity stirred something deep within—a mix of regret, longing, and a tinge of resentment, all tangled together in a knot you couldn't untie.

“That wuh yuh say?” she remarked loudly, her eyes gleaming with a familiar, almost playful mischief that sent a chill down your spine. It was the same look she used to give you whenever she was about to do something unpredictable, something that always left you feeling off-balance. Your heart skipped a beat, anxiety tightening in your chest as your eyes darted between Lila, the cashier, and the exit, hoping for a way out. But before you could even process the situation, she waved a hand dismissively toward the cashier. “Ring alla this together,” she instructed with a tone that brooked no argument. It was just like Lila to have you bear the expense of a middle of the night art project after years of no contact.

A resigned sigh escaped your lips as you forced yourself to move, your shoulders tensing with each item you placed on the conveyor belt. The items felt heavier in your hands, burdened by the weight of this unwanted reunion. As the cashier began scanning them, a silence settled over you like a thick fog. The monotonous beeping of the register, the rough sound of your wallet’s zipper, and the rustling of plastic bags filled the void, each amplifying your discomfort. The cashier’s bored small talk was nothing more than background noise, barely registering as you tried to focus on anything but the tension coiling tighter inside you.

With your purchases bagged, you grabbed them hastily, eager to escape this surreal encounter. You wanted to mutter a quick goodnight, make a clean break, and retreat to the safety of your car, but Lila had other plans. She stepped directly into your path, her arms crossed in a stance that was both casual and resolute. A look of mild annoyance flickered across her face, as if she could sense your desire to flee and wasn’t about to let you off so easily. Her presence loomed, blocking your way, forcing you to confront the reality of her standing there, just inches away, after all this time.

“Excuse me? That wuh yuh say?” she repeated. You could only stare blankly into the warm pool of her chocolate colored eyes. 

“Better than asking who let your crazy ass into the country?” you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. But your calm was shattered by the raucous laughter that erupted from her. She doubled over, shoulders shaking like you’d just delivered the punchline of the year. Crazy indeed, you thought, a bitter edge creeping into your mind, irritated by the way your heart softened at the sight of her laughing—laughing at something you said. You always used to cave under the weight of her laughter, her smiles, her gaze. That’s why you moved back here—to escape her, to escape the hold she had over you. But now, seeing her here, of all places, in your hometown thousands of miles away from where you met, you couldn’t help but wonder why the hell she was standing in front of you again.

Her sudden grip on your arm jolted you back to reality. Her hands, as soft as once before, clung to your forearm as she tried to steady herself, laughter fading into ragged breaths. The pressure of her fingertips against your skin was almost unbearable, sending a rush of heat through your body that left you momentarily breathless. And then, there it was—that sweet, familiar scent of her perfume, the one that still lingered in the fibers of your hoodies no matter how many times you washed them. The smell brought a wave of memories crashing down, each one tinged with the bittersweetness of what once was and what could never be again.

You found yourself staring blankly into the forest of her coily chestnut hair, its wildness hinting at the composed chaos she always seemed to embody. Her head tilted upward, revealing an impish grin that stretched across her round, freckled face. Without loosening her grip on your arm, she asked, “You want mi fi show yuh crazy?” The playful challenge in her voice sent a shiver down your spine. Despite yourself, you felt your resolve beginning to melt under the weight of her stare. You had always found her gaze so disarming, a piercing look that left you exposed and vulnerable. Three years of distance had allowed you to rationalize this effect, convincing yourself it was nothing more than a manipulation tactic. But as her eyes bore into yours, and she tilted her head to the side for an obvious once-over of your outfit, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar pull, as if she knew exactly how to unravel you with just a glance.

“Wah, and yuh know dis de mi favorite color,” she remarked, her manicured fingers sliding up to tug playfully at the sleeves of your t-shirt. The combination of her familiar perfume, the way she looked at you, and the heat of her touch started to blur your senses. Your breath caught in your throat, and a burning sensation tightened in your chest. Six years of chaotic memories flashed before your eyes, each one more overwhelming than the last. The discomfort that had been simmering in the pit of your stomach began to ignite, flickering into anger as you fought to keep your emotions in check.

“Thanks, my girlfriend picked this out for me,” you blurted out, not entirely sure where those words came from. Though untrue, they served their purpose. The sweet look on Lila’s face twisted into something darker, her eyebrows knitting together as she withdrew her hands, crossing her arms defensively. If you were as gullible as you were three years ago, you might have mistaken the expression on her face for genuine pain and given in to the urge to comfort her. The conflicting voices in your head clamored for attention, urging you to fold under the pressure. But instead, you stood firm. “Speaking of which, I should get back home,” you added, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. You waved your bag, a small but pointed reminder that this 3 AM store run was meant to be quick and solitary—not an invitation to commiserate with ex-girlfriends. 

Lila stepped aside, her head turning away as her voice took on a hardened edge. “Should I care? Why yuh a tell mi this? Galang bout yuh business man,” she snapped, waving her hand dismissively. You caught one last glimpse of the redness blooming on her cheek before attempting to move past her toward the exit. But she remained rooted in place, still blocking your path. A sharp cough from the cashier broke the tense moment, and Lila hesitated before finally shuffling a few steps away.

“Sorry. Mi meant fi say thank you… and yuh look good. Goodnight,” she added, her voice quieter now, almost reluctant. She grabbed her heavy bags from the carousel with a quick, jerky motion and made a beeline for the exit, leaving behind only the lingering trace of her sweet perfume, a scent that clung to the air long after she’d gone.

You watched her figure retreat, making sure she had enough time to drive off to wherever the hell she came from before you stepped outside. The cashier, now disinterested, tapped away at her phone as you lingered, feigning interest in the caged balls and coin machine against the wall.

“Need help with anything?” the cashier's voice broke the silence, pulling you back to reality. Taking it as your cue to leave, you made your way to the parking lot. By now, it was nearly four in the morning, and the sky had shifted from deep black to a warm violet hue. The emptiness of the parking lot was almost comforting, and you found yourself contentedly trying to chalk up the night’s encounter to an insomnia-induced hallucination.

But as you pulled up to the exit, your stomach sank. A car was idling in front of you, its lights off, blocking the narrow lane. You considered reversing and trying another exit until you noticed another car inching up behind you, trapping you in place. Just as you were about to roll down the window to signal the driver behind you to back up, the door of the parked car swung open with a loud, jarring creak, shattering the bleak quiet of dawn.

Lila’s upper body leaned out of the car door as she shouted, “Guh roun deh.” Her arms waved frantically, trying to signal you to move around, but the effort was clumsy and ineffective. In her haste, she lost her balance and began slipping out of the car, tumbling awkwardly onto her side. The other car quickly backed up and sped off to the opposite end of the parking lot, leaving you alone, staring at her sprawled on the asphalt. A wave of pity washed over you as you took in the sight—Lila lying limp on the ground, half of her legs still tangled in the car, looking as helpless as ever.

Against what might have been better judgment, you stepped out of your car and walked toward Lila’s crumpled form on the cold asphalt. Just minutes ago, she had stood over you on the Walmart floor, and now, fate had turned the tables—you were the one towering over her in the dimly lit parking lot. As your shadow stretched across her, Lila’s round face tilted up, revealing the steady stream of tears tracing a path down her freckled cheeks, flushed red from the cold. Her blouse had ridden up in her fall, exposing the soft caramel skin of her stomach. Those big brown eyes locked onto yours with a mix of pain and something else—an unspoken plea, perhaps.

For a moment, you hesitated. The Lila you knew was headstrong, incapable of asking for help while always needing it all the same. But here she was, vulnerable and small, and the sight tugged at something deep inside you. A part of you wanted to walk away, to leave this mess behind like you had three years ago. But those eyes… they always had a way of pulling you back in.

You knelt beside her, reaching out to grab her shoulders. Her skin was softer than you remembered, her shoulders narrower, as if the years had chipped away at her. As you helped her to her feet, Lila’s legs straightened slowly, her movements sluggish. You guided her back against the car, your hands lingering longer than they should have on her, noting the warmth beneath your fingers.

The tears had carved a shimmering trail from her cheeks to her neck, disappearing into the dip of her cleavage. Your eyes drifted, unable to settle, each glance at her reminding you of everything you had tried to leave behind. The smell of her perfume—familiar, intoxicating—wrapped around you like a ghost from the past.

But even as you felt yourself being drawn in, a sliver of anger sparked in your chest. The six years of chaos, the mayhem she brought into your life, all flickered back to life in your mind. You knew this was dangerous, that letting her back in would unravel everything you had worked so hard to put back together.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice more strained than you intended, as you finally met her gaze again.

Lila didn’t respond immediately. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Then, almost as if realizing where she was, she pulled herself together, a shaky smile breaking through her tears.

“Yeah,” she whispered, but you could see the lie in her eyes.

The night was silent around you, the empty parking lot a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside you. The cold air nipped at your skin, grounding you as you realized just how close you were to falling back into old patterns. The thought made you tighten your grip on her shoulders for a brief second before you forced yourself to let go, stepping back to create distance.

“Let’s figure this out,” you murmured, trying to steady your voice, even as the gravity of the moment pulled you deeper into a place you weren’t sure you could escape.

Lila’s eyes darted away from yours, her expression darkening with a mix of hurt and anger. “So now yuh ago laugh off me?” she snapped, her voice trembling as she imagined the worst. “First yuh pay fi mi inna di store, now yuh a pree mi car a bruk up- mi cyaan badda with this no more. Go. Go,” she ranted, her hands pushing weakly at your arms, trying to create distance, but you stood your ground, unmoved.

“Crazy girl…” you whispered, your voice low and tender as you leaned in closer, closing the gap between you. The scent of her perfume mixed with the cold night air, intoxicating and familiar, drawing you in despite yourself. Her breath hitched as your eyes locked, the space between you charged with a tension that had always simmered beneath the surface.

You reached up, your hand trembling slightly as you cupped her tear-streaked cheek, your thumb brushing away the wetness. Her skin was warm against your palm, soft and yielding as she instinctively leaned into your touch, her defenses crumbling. “You know I was lying,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, the words slipping out like a secret. “Who would I be with when you’re right here?”

For a moment, she just stared at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable, as if searching your face for any sign of deceit. But there was none, just the raw, undeniable truth that had been buried for years. Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping as she tilted her head ever so slightly, her gaze flicking down to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

The world around you faded away as you leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. Her hands, once pushing you away, now found their way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips brushed against hers. The kiss was hesitant at first, a tentative exploration of familiar territory, but it quickly deepened, the years of distance and longing collapsing into this one moment.

Her body melted into yours, her arms tightening around you as if afraid you might disappear. The taste of her tears mingled with the softness of her lips, the saltiness grounding you in the reality of the moment. Your hands slid from her cheek to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her coily hair, drawing her even closer as the kiss grew more urgent, more desperate.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady yourselves. Her eyes fluttered open, still glistening with unshed tears, but there was something else there now—something softer, something that felt like hope.

You took a step back, wanting to give her space but not ready to let her go. The strain hung heavy in the air, and the chill from the asphalt seeped into your bones. “Okay, let’s get you comfortable,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you guided her toward your own car.

As you opened the passenger door, you could see her shoulders tense slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her freckled face. You gently helped her settle into the seat, your hands brushing against her arms, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. You adjusted the heat, the warm air began to swirl around her, coaxing a hint of relaxation back into her expression.

“Just breathe, alright? I’ll figure this out,” you murmured, leaning in slightly to meet her gaze. Her big brown eyes, usually so vibrant, looked glassy with lingering tears, but as you spoke, the tension around her brows began to soften. A small nod accompanied a tentative smile, barely there but enough to spark a flicker of hope in your chest.

You placed a hand on her knee, offering a reassuring squeeze, feeling the warmth of her body beneath your palm. She let out a shaky breath, her lips parting slightly as if to say something but then closing again, a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty etched across her face. You could see her fighting to compose herself, but the weight of the unspoken clung to her.

Once Lila was settled, you closed the door gently and walked around to her car, heart pounding as you slid into the driver’s seat. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. Turning the key in the ignition, you listened for any sign of life, but all you got was a stubborn silence that confirmed your worries.

You glanced around the interior, looking for anything of substance. The scent of Lila’s perfume lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you still felt. With a sigh, you turned your attention to the glove compartment, yanking it open to rummage through the jumble of papers. Your fingers brushed against a few receipts and a stack of documents. As you sifted through, a piece of paper caught your eye: a registration form dated just a few weeks ago.

Curiosity piqued, you unfolded the document and scanned the details. Lila had just gotten this car, and the thought sent a pang of concern through you. How long had she been in the country? And why this city of all places?

Your heart raced as the implications settled in. This was a place you knew well—filled with hidden dangers and unfamiliar faces. The very idea of Lila navigating it alone, without a support system, made you feel uneasy.

You picked up your phone and dialed AAA, your mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened to her. As the line rang, you couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration coursing through you. It was reckless for her to come without telling, without making sure she had someone to lean on. And now, here she was, stranded in a parking lot at night, vulnerable to whatever dangers lurked in the shadows.

What if something had happened to her? The thought made your blood run cold. You couldn’t help but imagine her facing trouble alone. Your grip tightened on the steering wheel as the call finally connected, the voice on the other end breaking you from your thoughts.

“AAA, how can I assist you today?” the operator asked, and you began to explain the situation, your gaze flickering back to Lila, who was curled up in the passenger seat, trying to find comfort amid the chaos. You wanted to protect her, to shield her from the world that had been so unkind. But you also knew that she always made her own choices, even if those choices scared you.

After finishing your call, you returned to your own car settling into the driver’s seat, the warm leather a stark contrast to the cool weather. Silence wrapped around you both, heavy and thick, as if the car itself held its breath. 

As if on cue, you both spoke at the same time.

“Why did you—”

“Where have you—”

You stopped, your eyes darting to Lila’s. She bit her lip to stifle a laugh, and soon, you found yourself laughing too. It was the kind of laughter that felt like a lifeline thrown into the depths of an awkward ocean, a shared moment that lightened the tension hanging in the air.

“Okay, you go first,” you said, raising your hands in surrender.

Lila took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. “Why lie about having a girlfriend?”

The question hung there, both simple and loaded. You hesitated, guilt bubbling up, and finally admitted, “I was scared. I thought if I said I had someone, it would put some distance between us. I didn’t want you to show up in front of me as if nothing had happened.” The words tumbled out, and for a moment, you felt foolish, childishly trying to shield yourself from the past.

Lila tilted her head, processing your confession. “Aight den. Fi yuh time now.”

Your heart raced as you gathered your courage. “What are you doing all alone in my city?”

The response came slowly, almost hesitantly. “I… I miss you. I miss home. Mi did waan come back home- fi come back to yuh.” Her words hung between you like a delicate thread, weaving together the fragile remnants of what you once shared.

You could feel the sincerity in her voice, and it washed over you, warm and bittersweet, pulling you back to a time when everything felt easier. The weight of her admission settled in, and you were left grappling with the truth of her longing and the complexities of your own heart.

You felt a whirlwind of emotions surging within you—nostalgia, longing, and an aching vulnerability. Memories of laughter shared, dreams whispered in the dark, and the warmth of her embrace flooded your mind, pulling at your heartstrings. The distance between you and Lila felt both immense and insubstantial, like an ocean separating two islands that had once been one. You yearned for the connection you had lost, the easy rhythm of companionship that had felt so right. But doubt flickered in the corners of your mind, mixing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to navigate the waters of this complicated past.

As you both sat in the car, the chill of the early morning seeped through the windows, the world outside quiet and still, as if it was holding its breath. The only sound was the soft hum of the car's engine, a low vibration that pulsed through the seats. You could feel it in your bones, a reminder of the tension that hung in the air, unresolved and heavy.

Lila shifted beside you, her movements drawing your attention away from the growing unease. You turned to her, your eyes meeting hers in the dim light. There was something in her gaze, a softness, a vulnerability that you hadn't seen before. It made your heart ache with a familiar longing, a desire to reach out and close the distance between you.

She broke the silence first, her voice barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the tension like a knife. "Can we fall in love like we did before?" Her words lingered in the air, wrapping around you, tugging at the strings of your heart. You felt a lump form in your throat, your emotions warring within you, a mix of fear and hope.

You wanted to answer her, to tell her that yes, you could, that you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in her again, to feel the warmth of her love. But the words stuck in your throat, trapped by the memories of the past, the pain and heartache that had driven you apart. You glanced away, your eyes focusing on the windshield, the condensation forming intricate patterns that blurred the outside world.

Then, with a sudden, determined movement, Lila reached across the space between you, her hands enveloping yours. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through you, grounding you in the moment. Her eyes locked onto yours, deep, earnest, and pleading. 

"Can I show you how much I adore you?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. You could feel the weight of her words, the sincerity behind them. It wasn't just a question; it was a plea, a desperate hope for a second chance, for the possibility of rewriting the story that had once ended in heartbreak.

The memories of your shared past flooded your mind—the late-night conversations, the stolen glances, the feeling of her arms around you, the laughter that echoed through the halls of your old apartment. But with those memories came the arguments, the misunderstandings, the walls you had both built around your hearts. It had been easier to walk away, to let the distance grow, than to face the pain of trying again.

But now, sitting in the car with her, the darkness of the parking lot outside contrasting with the warmth of her hand in yours, you realized that maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe the love that had once been there, the love that had been buried under the rubble of your broken relationship, could be unearthed, rekindled.

You looked back at her, really looked at her, and saw the hope in her eyes, the way her lips trembled as she waited for your response. And in that moment, you made a choice. You squeezed her hand, a silent promise, and leaned closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I don’t know if I want the same love as before," you admitted, your voice shaky but honest. "But maybe we can fall in love for the first time again. Maybe we can learn from our mistakes, and start all over."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she nodded, her lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. "Babe," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Come make we go fall in love."

You leaned in, closing the distance between you. The warmth of her breath mingled with yours, filling the small space of the car with a mix of tension and tenderness. Time seemed to stand still as the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, suspended in this moment.

As your lips brushed against hers, you felt the familiar spark ignite, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long. The kiss was hesitant at first, a gentle exploration of what had been lost and what could be found again. But as you surrendered to the connection, it deepened, unraveling the years of hurt and hesitation that had built up between you.

Her lips were soft and inviting, a reminder of all the reasons you had fallen in love before. The kiss spoke volumes—of promises unspoken and dreams rekindled. You felt her fingers weave into your hair, pulling you closer as if to erase the distance of time and regret. The rhythm of your heart synchronized, creating a melody that only you two could hear.

In that confined space, the worries of the world slipped away, leaving just the two of you lost in each other. The kiss was not just a reconnection; it was a quiet declaration of hope, an unspoken vow to navigate the road ahead together. The taste of her was sweet, like the memories you cherished and the possibility of a future yet to unfold.

As you finally pulled back, breathless and wide-eyed, you lingered in that space between closeness and distance, both of you aware that this moment marked the beginning of something new. With a shared glance that held a universe of meaning, you realized this was your second chance.