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Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Twelve

Flashback #2

Dating again was something Hassan never thought he'd do but now that he was, he realized he was lying to himself when he would say that he was okay without it. Deep down he was a romantic, a lover and needed to give that to someone special. The deterioration of his marriage hurt more than he'd vocalized, living on the other side of the country away from his daughter hurt even more but he knew when the end came there was no comma. Nadine once the apple of his eye was now rotten but he would always love her for giving him his babygirl. His babygirl being the reason for everything he did since her birth which funnily included dating again. He wanted to show her that moving on and away from the things Nadine had done was possible. Healing is what he chose for him and his daughter which is why he was preparing himself for another date with Tamara.

They, mostly him, had been dancing around what they obviously were but he planned to change that. Having spent most of the day getting a few gifts, her favorite flowers and making sure his house was up to par, Hassan was going to lock them down.

Standing in his kitchen, he cut zucchini to roast when his phone rang interrupting him and his music. He glanced over to see it was Nadine facetiming him. After not hearing from her for a couple of weeks, he wasn't exactly excited to hear from her but answered it nonetheless.

Being met with silence made him roll his eyes knowing what she wanted. “I'm cooking, Nadine. I can't look at the phone.”

“Mmm okay,” she conceded. “What are you cooking?”

“Lamb shoulder, mashed potatoes and zucchini.”

She hummed in surprise. “Oooh, I should've flown in just for dinner. Your parents coming over or your sister and her husband?”

He glanced at the phone, seeing her expectant face. “What's up, Nadine? You wanted something, I can tell.”

“You know me so well after all this time,” she laughed softly.

“That's what happens when you're with someone for 20 years, married for 14. I'm listening, I don't have a lot of time.”

There was a brief pause on her end which he allowed. A sigh escaped her before she spoke.

“Gabi came here not too long ago, unannounced, and she said something to me that I wanted to check with you about.”

“Don't say unannounced like that's not still my house and like you don't and haven't done your share of pop ups at her house.” He continued cutting. “What did you wanna check with me about?”

“She said that you're seeing someone and it's … it's serious. But I know you would've told me if you were.”

Stopping what he was doing, Hassan went to stand in front of his phone that sat propped up on the counter. He folded his arms across his chest, staring at her.

“We're not married anymore and we're not friends so I'm not sure why you would think that I would tell you what I'm doing.”

He could tell that she was taken aback by his words but he had to let it be known.

“Yes, we're not married but I'd like to think that we were friends, San.” She explained softly. “So you are seeing someone seriously then?”

“I am.” He answered. His voice was as cool and calm as always.

The panic in her eyes almost made him feel bad but that went away quickly. He watched her get up from her seat and pace for a moment before coming to stand in frame with her hands on her hips.

“I can't believe you would do this, Hassan.”

“Do what? Move on with my life?” He asked, stroking his beard. “We've been divorced for over ten years now, Nadine. I honestly should've done it sooner.”

Even though she wasn't as close to the phone, he could still see the tears that fell from her eyes. They were real and he knew it but he couldn't bring himself to care.

“Why? I thought,” she mumbled in distress.

“You thought what?”

“I thought … we were still in this. Do you not love me, Hassan? I was your wife.” She cried.

He stared at her with a brow raised. “Is that really what you thought? Nadine, I will always love you for giving me Moriah but I don't love you in that way that you want me to anymore. And I haven't for a long time.”

“What? How can you say that after everything?” She asked in a whisper.

“After everything how can you think that I would wanna be with you again? Disregard what you did to me,” he responded. “Think about the way you’ve tortured our daughter all these years. I could never love someone that's done the things you've done to someone that came from you, Nadine.”

Her tears at this point were streaming down her face, she didn't bother to wipe them. Her heart was breaking, crumbling piece by piece.

“I did what I needed to protect Moriah. I was helping her and you hate me for it. What was I supposed to do?”

“You weren't protecting or helping her, Nadine. You were torturing her because you were mad at me.” He retorted, ignoring her tears. “Even though it's damning, let's sit aside the abortion, let's sit aside you making her babysit and working in that daycare and the other things. The camp you sent her to, let's talk about that.”

Nadine stopped her loud sobbing and brought her hands down from her face to stare at him. Shock was displayed all over her making Hassan chuckle.

“How did you know? Who told you?”

“Well let's see,” he paused, “Before Rye told me, your mother called me when she was on the way to pick Rye up after Kami told her. I've known for years, Nadine. Do you know what they did to her there? Of course you do, that's why you sent her there.”

She shook her head repeatedly. “Moriah needed help! She was going to be another statistic, San! The sneaking out, having sex with whoever, that baby … she was out of control!”

“Don't bring up my grandchild. She was not out of control and you know it,” he spat. “She snuck out with Zilla a few times, she had sex with only Zilla. You're trying to spin it into something it wasn’t. Her grades were good, she was still in her activities and never got in trouble.”

“You weren't there! You don't know!”

“I know everything about my daughter, Nadine. It's your fault that I wasn't there no matter how much you try to make me the bad guy.”

“You picked that job over me and our daughter. That's why you weren't there.”

“That's why? It wasn't because I was taking a pay cut for the first two years? It wasn't because you didn't want us to bring Moriah with us to Georgia, that you wanted to leave her with your parents because she was too much of a hassle? It wasn't because you didn't wanna leave the man you were fucking? You sure it wasn’t any of those reasons, Nadine?”

“Hassan, those first few things may be true but I never cheated on you! Never!”

He gave her a relaxed smile. “You sure? I've known for years. You think I don't know the real reason you all of a sudden didn't like Zilla and his family?”

“I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't like them because they were steering you and Moriah wrong.”

“That's not it, sweetheart,” he said calmly. “You didn't like them, Eddie specifically, once you found out the man you were fucking was his cousin and you knew he would tell me so you wanted to get us away from them. That's why. Isn't that right?”

“I'm not doing this with you. He lied to you. I can't believe you believed him over me.”

He shrugged. “You should just be lucky I was nice enough to keep that secret among all the others.”

Done with their conversation, Hassan ended the call and took a deep breath. The secrets he held onto for the sake of her and to some extent Moriah were feeling heavier than usual. It felt good to get two off his mind. He hadn't breathed a word of her infidelity since Eddie had told him and he met the man. Initially, the revelation damn near broke him down but now he felt relieved. He took a moment to get himself together then went back to cooking. Although his conversation with Nadine was unexpected and deeper than he anticipated, he was glad it happened because it solidified his feelings of wanting to make his and Tamara's relationship solid and defined.

“It's been far too long since I've seen this lovely face.” Trenice exclaimed seeing Leata. She abandoned her shopping cart to go hug the other woman in the middle of the aisle. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I'm … I'm doing okay. How are you, Mrs. Parker?”

Trenice hit her arm playfully, “Girl, I'm good but we are family. Trenice will always do. And who is this little beauty?”

Leata smiled down at Sienna briefly. “My grandbaby Sienna. This is Auntie Rye's Umi, SiSi. Tell her hi.”

Sienna waved excitedly. “Hey, Auntie Rye's Umi!”

The older women laughed at her greeting. Trenice leaned towards the shopping cart to hug the little girl, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“You can call me Umi, too, sweetie.” Trenice winked at her before turning back to Leata. “Back to you, I heard that hesitation. Since I'm sure everything is okay with my two grandbabies, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's my oldest daughter. Am I right?”

She was hesitant to confirm. They always had a good relationship but Nadine was still her daughter at the end of the day.

“It's okay, you can tell me. You've known me long enough to know it won't offend me.” Trenice assured noticing her hesitant pause.

“It's her. I love Moriah like she's my own flesh and blood and I don't understand. The things she's done are just horrible. The more I find out, the more disgusted I get.”

Trenice moved to rub her back, noticing the tears pooling in her eyes. “Trust me, I understand. Nadine is my flesh and blood but very often I wonder where she gets this from. She wasn't always like that and I know you know that.”

“She was one of my best friends and I just don't know who she is now and haven't for awhile.” She paused to dab at her eyes. “And then I feel awful because I was around Rye and couldn't tell that something more than I already knew was going on.”

“Listen to me,” Trenice demanded softly, still rubbing her back, “I knew almost everything and there still wasn't much I could do so I understand your feelings. Nadine knew there wasn't much we could do especially since Moriah rarely reached out.”

“Which pisses me off even more because despite what Nadine did to her, Moriah still protected her.”

Sienna watched them noticing the body language change. “Nana, you sad? What's wrong?”

Leata quickly shook her head, “I'm not sad, baby. I'm happy cause I haven't seen you and Auntie's Umi in a while.”

“Oooh okay, Nana. But still don't cry. Kay?”

“We should talk more about this in private. I'll be in town for the next two weeks helping Kami house hunt. Call me and we'll set something up.”

“Yes ma'am,” Leata answered, leaning to hug her.

“I mean it. If you don't call me, I'm gonna call you.” She smiled then kissed Sienna's head. “I'll see you later, sweetie.”

With the thought weighing heavily on him, Bronco went looking for Gia. The way she was shamelessly throwing herself at his friend wasn't sitting right with him and he knew it made not only Moriah uncomfortable but Zilla as well. He searched backstage until he found her.

“Of course she watching his match,” he mumbled, going to stand beside her as the monitors. He glanced briefly at her, noticing the small smile on her face. “What's up, Gia?”

“Oh hey, Bronco. Nothing, just watching Zilla. He looks good out there.” She answered not taking her eyes off of the match. “Wrestling wise I mean.”

‘Uhuh. We gotta talk.”

“About?”

The two of them spoke without moving their attention from the monitors. Gia because she didn't want to take her eyes off of Zilla. Bronco because truth be told, he couldn't stand to look at her too long.

“Whatever you tryna do with Zilla. He's been more than clear that he's not interested but you keep trying him.”

She smiled. “What are you talking about, Bronco? Him and I are just friends.”

“Barely,” he slid in quickly. “Whatever you're tryna do, just chill.”

“This match really should've been the main event. Don't you think so, Bronco?” She asked, turning to look at him.

He turned to look back. “Did you hear me?”

“Did you hear me?”

“This not the time for games. Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you but it sounds like to me one of two things or both are happening.”

He sucked his teeth, snarling at her. “What?”

“Either lil miss Moriah is worried that I can take her spot or you know Zilla wants me and you're trying to play mediator. Hmm so either way whatever you think I'm doing is working.”

“Girl, what the hell? Are you delusional? None of that is true.”

She shrugged, turning back to the match in time to see Zilla get illegally rolled up. “It's okay. I know you liked them together but it's bigger than you. You can't keep them together. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get ready for my segment.”

Bronco stood dumbfounded as she walked away from him. He thought she would resist a little but accept what he said. Her reaction was puzzling to him but he realized Zilla was in way more trouble than he initially thought.

“Oh my gosh, San. I am stuffed.” Tamara laughed softly rubbing her full belly. “You been hiding your cooking skills from me.”

Hassan smiled bashfully. “I wouldn't say hiding them, you just always volunteer to cook. Who am I to shut down your wants?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah well next time we stay in, you're cooking. And if you keep cooking like this, I won't ever leave.”

“Speaking of never leaving,” he paused to sip his wine, “I want this thing we're doing to be permanent. I don't want anybody else.”

Tamara raised a brow leaving onto the table, laughing softly. “This thing? You mean dating?”

“Yes that. What would you say to us making things official?”

No matter how she tried to fight it, a smile spread across her face and warmth spread through her body from the rush of happiness she felt.

“I would say what took you so long.” She laughed at his playful frown. “But I would like that a lot actually. I know why you were hesitant, I get it but I am not her and you are not the person you were when you were with her.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I got you.”

“And as much as I know you’re going to hate this, I wanna meet Nadine.”

He stared at Tamara for a moment wrestling with the thought in his mind. The women he’d dated previously had no desire to meet her after hearing about her from him and Moriah and after hearing conversations between the divorced couple. And even if they did have any desire to meet her, Hassan would not have it. Too much of a hassle.

Reaching across the table, Hassan took her hands into his, rubbing them lovingly with his thumbs. The action brought a smile to her face, she also knew there was some form of rejection to follow the gesture.

“I really don’t see the need for that, T. Moriah isn’t a kid anymore, that would have been the only reason I would put you in that situation.” He explained softly.

“San … I know that you think that you’re protecting me by not allowing me to meet her and I appreciate that,” she squeezed his hands gently, “But you don’t need to do that. She needs to know that this is serious and I’m not going anywhere so she can let up on those unrealistic expectations she has. Give the final nail to the coffin that was your marriage.”

To say he was speechless would be an understatement. The calmness in her voice almost put him at ease, the fire in her eyes though, that told him she meant what she said and she was serious.

“I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in the direct line of unnecessary stress,” he chuckled hearing her huff, “Wait there’s a but. But this sounds very important to you and you do make a very good point so I will make it happen.”

Her smile has returned and grown even wider. “Great. When?”

“Soon, beautiful.”

“Aht,” she sassed, pulling her hands from his. “I’ve heard you use that ‘beautiful’ card with Moriah enough to know you’re placating me. Nope. I want an actual date and time.”

He laughed heartily, going to take a sip of his wine. “Alright, alright. How about next weekend?”

“Book the flight now.” She pressed.

“In the middle of dinner?” He asked slyly. Looking at both of their near empty plates, Tamara gives him a pointed look that makes him laugh and pull out his phone. “Alright, alright, Ms. Lady. Doing it now. You prefer early or late flights?”

“Early. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he responded lowly, his focus was on his phone. “Any other demands?”

“Yup, I have one more since you asked.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell her that we’re coming.”

Hassan’s eyes slowly looked up from his phone, putting his focus on her. “Don’t tell her?”

“Don’t tell her.” She repeated firmly.

After the show, Zilla and Bronco went to the hospital to check on their girlfriends. They sat in the waiting room until their girlfriends had a moment to talk. The emergency department was much busier at night than they thought.

“Listen before they get done, I gotta tell you something.” Bronco whispered, making Zilla frown.

“What? And why the hell is you whisperin’? Ain’t nobody over here.”

“Cause Toni got some good ass ears, bro. Ion need her to hear this shit and tell Rye.”

“Aight, I guess. What’s up?”

“I went to talk to Gia during your match. And excuse my language but that bitch delusional,” he whispered. “It's like the whole time I was talking she heard what she wanted to hear.”

He frowned at the thought. “What she say?”

“She said that either Rye knew she could take you or you want her and either way, what she was doing was working.”

“The hell? What you say to her to make her say that?” Zilla asked, pulling his buzzing phone from his pocket.

“All I said was to chill out cause the shit wasn't gonna work and you made it clear you ain't want her.” Bronco recounted. “That's it but somehow she got that. She said it's bigger than me that I can't keep yall together.”

“The fuck? Now when Fat beat her ass, ion wanna hear shit.”

“Fucked up thing is, she prolly won't take that warning either. That bitch looney. Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll move her to main roster.”

Zilla shrugged. “That won't solve it. I gotta go there at some point.”

Bronco thought for a second then smiled. “I got it. Trick single, maybe we can talk her up to him and get him to get her attention. If she got her own man, she won't be worried about you.”

“You think it'll work?”

Bronco shrugged, “Don't hurt to try. Who texting you?”

Rolling his eyes, Zilla texted brothers back then sat the phone down again. “Ma, my brothers, and Josh.”

“Which one you rolling your eyes at? I know it ain't Ma.” Bronco joked.

“Nah, nah.” He smiled thinking about her. “It's Josh. Ever since we got into it at Jon house, he been textin me.”

“Oh yeah. You never told what yall got into it about.”

Zilla quickly responded to his mother’'s message. “He don't like Fat. He think that she gon end up like Ms. Nadine and that I should leave her for Gia or somebody.”

“He don't like Rye?” He asked with a frown. “That's strange as hell. She ain't shit like her moms from what I been seeing.”

“And that's what I was sayin. He kept going, then when he brought up kids, I snapped at him.” He shook his head thinking of it. “I promised Fat I wouldn't say anything about it but he pissed me off, I told them about the abortion and her having her tubes tied.”

“Damn you must've really been pissed off. He textin you to apologize?”

“Yeah but he still tryna get me to hear him out.” Zilla answered, shaking his head. “Anyway, though, we can talk to Trick tomorrow. Sooner we do that shit, sooner I get her the hell away from me.”

Bronco laughed, slapping hands with his friend. “Hell yeah. Cause I can’t deal with that shit too much longer.”

“Deal with what shit?” Toni asked.

She and Moriah entered the waiting room finally getting a break from the overflow of patients coming in. Bronco gave his friend an ‘I told you so’ look before they moved to hug their girlfriends.

“What’s up, old lady?” Bronco joked, kissing her head.

She hit him in his stomach laughing. “I got your old lady. Answer my question.”

“You nosey as shit,” he laughed, “Doing extra shit in practice cause they keep messin’ up.”

“Mmhm and so are you.”

Zilla stood with his arms still wrapped around Moriah, hugging her tight, keeping his face in her neck. She giggled trying to get him to let go.

“Zay, that’s enough.”

He shook his head, still holding onto her.

Toni pinched the back of his neck making him hiss and let go. “Always bothering that girl. Stay off of her.”

“She don’t want me to stay off her, mane. Ask her.” He laughed, pulling Moriah back to him.

“Anyway,” Moriah called out to stop their brewing argument, “We been so busy, we didn’t even get to watch the show. How was it?”

“My match was good. His match was aight,” Bronco boasted playfully and they started to play fight. “Aight, aight, you got it, bro. You know she mean as hell and gon put us out.”

“Who you callin’ mean? I am not mean.” Moriah sassed with her hands on her hips.

“I mean you are a little bit mean, girl. Just a little.” Toni laughed, pinching her fingers together.

“You know he wasn’t talkin’ bout Fat. Fat mean as hell but she ain’t gon put us out.” Zilla corrected. “You put us out like four times already.”

Toni scoffed at his interruption. “And yet yall asses still somehow end up right back in here. Ima get yall banned from my ED.”

Bronco wrapped his arms around her, poking his lip out payfully. “You gon ban ya man? If you do that then I can’t make those trips up here that you like so we both gon miss out.”

Toni gasped, hitting his arm. “Why would you say that in front of them? Now his bad ass is about to try and come up here and do that.”

“My bad, baby.”

Zilla frowned again, preparing to give an unedited response to Bronco’s admission but Moriah put her hand over his mouth and pulled him away from the couple. When they were far enough away she took her hand down and folded her arms across her chest waiting for his response.

“You knew they was up here gettin’ busy, Fat?”

“Of course I did. She’s my best friend.”

“And you ain’t tell me? I coulda been slidin up here to see you too. But it’s cool I know now, I know what to do.” He grinned rubbing his hands together.

She shook her head, wagging her finger at him. “Nope, absolutely not. No. That’s why I didn’t tell you. You do not understand the meaning of quick and you do too much.”

“I told you I can try,” he laughed. “ When you get off, we can try then.”

“Boy when I get off, you’re gonna be getting ready to go to the PC. You are not about to blame me for you being late.”

“I ain’t gon be late, I promise. You been straight up here though?”

She nodded, taking a look around the now empty waiting room. “Yeah, I’m never volunteering to switch shifts for a week again. It’s Toni fault, she tricked me. She just didn’t wanna be here alone. Heffa.”

He chuckled, running his fingers through his growing hair. “She was gonna miss you and she knew you was gonna miss her. And she know you would acted like a brat the whole week yall was without each other, man.”

She scrunched her face at him. “You get on my nerves, always tryna make sense.”

“Love you too. But you know that I ain’t what I was askin’, Fat.”

“He hasn’t been bothering me. The good thing about night shift is that when I’m coming in, he is gone or almost off. He doesn’t even leave through the ED anymore. Whatever you and Bronco did, worked.”

“What you mean? We ain’t did nothin.”

She stared at him. “You and him keep saying that but that don’t make it true, Isayah. Me and Toni already know.”

He shrugged. “Whatever you say, bae.”

“Mmhm.That bitch had her hands on you tonight?”

Hearing her tone go from sweet and light to annoyed and heavy gave him pause. He stared at her for a moment trying to contain himself. Although he would never say it out loud especially not to Moriah but the territorial side of her turned him on. If he could see more of it and it wouldn’t fuck up her mood for too long he wouldn’t complain at all.

“What bitch?” He asked biting his lip.

“You know exactly what bitch I’m talkin about, Isayah. That frog eyed bitch.”

He brought his hand to his face rubbing it trying not to smile at her, folding his other arm across his chest. “What frog eyed bitch, Fat?”

Moriah moved closer to him, pointing her finger in the middle of his chest as she spoke. “The frog eyed bitch that thought I was your damn cousin. That one.”

Chuckling a bit, Zilla grabbed her hand bringing it to his lips to kiss it but she snatched it away. “You talkin’ bout Gia? Nah she ain’t put her hands on me, Fat. I ain’t even talk to her outside of the interview I had to do.”

“Mmm, if she know what I know she better keep her hands off you. I don’t wanna have to beat her ass but I will.”

“I know you will,” he admitted in a low voice. “You can take a break right now?”

“For what?” She asked, clearly still annoyed by the thought of Gia.

“So we can go talk real quick, Fat.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “No, Zay. We literally just talked about that. No, there isn’t shit quick about what you wanna talk about.”

“I promise, the way I feel it’ll be quick.”

Holding his stare for a few moments, Moriah nodded and went over to Toni and whispered in her ear. “We’ll be right back. Don’t start.”

Toni nodded, giving her a slight push and went back to her conversation with Bronco, who shared a quick look with Zilla.

Putting her hand in his, Moriah let him lead her out of the emergency department to the lower level of the parking garage to his parked car, both of them getting in the backseat. Not wasting any time, Zilla laid her down in the backseat, his lips finding hers and his hands finding the waistband of her scrub pants, helping her pull them along with her panties down. He leaned up for a moment to pull her shoes off and then her bottoms off completely and tossed them into his front seat going back down to kiss and bite her neck.

“Zay,” she moaned softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, wanting him closer. A squeal escaped her feeling his cold fingers moving lazily up and down her slit, purposefully not touching her clit. Her hips moved in tandem with his fingers as she tried to control the sounds she made. Knowing she was struggling with keeping as quiet as possible, he captured her lips in another searing kiss. As they kissed, he withdrew his hand from her to free himself from the confinement of his briefs and basketball shorts. He teased her for a few moments, gathering as much of her essence as he could before plunging into her bottoming out immediately. Moriah broke their kiss, her back arching as she gasped loudly at the welcomed intrusion.

“Baby, baby, baby,” she mewled out.

Sitting up a bit, he pulled her closer, angling her hips up smirking when she cursed under her breath. “You good?” He asked. His hands caressed her thighs and hips while he waited for her answer.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

Now having the confirmation he needed, he tapped into his earlier feelings. The annoyance and anger in her eyes that lit a different type of fire within him. He pistoned his hips into her, lifting her thighs so they rested on his forearms making sure she couldn’t go anywhere. His thrusts rocked her body making her cry out to him.

“What you called her, Fat? What you say about her?” His voice was low and thick.

“Umm … fuck … I.” Her voice trailed off into incoherent words mixed with her moans. She brought her hand up to the window for leverage and to keep her head from hitting the door anymore than it already had. “That frog eyed bitch better … shit, Zay … she better keep her hands off you.”

“Yeaaaah,” he drug out lowly chasing his approaching release. “That’s that shit. What you gon do if she don’t?”

Feeling knots forming in her stomach and her body starting to tingle, she reached between them to push at his stomach. “Too much, Zay. Fuck,” she whined breathlessly.

He smacked her hand away from him then rubbed her clit. “Watch out. Answer my question, girl.”

Moriah twitched beneath him, writhing trying to get away from him with nowhere to go. “Beat her ass,” she yelled out feeling him graze her spot. The realization wasn’t lost on him, he targeted it not sure how much longer he could hold out. “Zay, please,” she begged pulling him down to her.

“I know. I’m witchu.” He mumbled against her lips. “Shit, you want me to pull out?” The thought to put on a condom crossed his mind much too late. Even though there was a small chance that she could get pregnant, he still wore them occasionally.

She shook her head, bringing her hips up to meet his. “Cum inside me.”

At her words, Zilla lost control, his thrusts switching from measured and controlled to erratic and sloppy, driving them both to orgasm. He shuddered, still thrusting as the both of them rode out their high. He collapsed gently on top of her, his face in her neck kissing her there. After a few, he lifted his head to smile at her.

“Zilla told you that he could be quick.”

“Boy,’ she laughed, hitting his shoulder, “You got lucky.”

He laughed and kissed her neck and face again. “Shit, we both got lucky.”

“Swear you get on my nerves, Zay. Get off me, I gotta go back to work.”

Leaning up off of her, he eased out of her both of them hissing at the loss of contact. He reached up to turn on the courtesy light. His eyes went from her face to between them, using his index and middle finger to push his cum that started to leak out of her back in making her stare at him.

“What I do, man?” He laughed, grabbing the baby wipes out of the middle console.

She slid up a bit to lean against the door. “You know exactly what you did.”

He shrugged playfully as he took a few wipes out to clean her up and then himself and tucked it back into his briefs and shorts. Grabbing her discarded bottoms, he passed them to her then got out to give her space to put them back on. By the time he came back from the trash can, she was standing outside his car tying her shoes up. When she was finished he held his hand out to her so they could walk back to the hospital.

“So you gon let me try again when you get off or no?” He asked once they got to the waiting room.

“Maybe but I get to be on top this time.”

“Whatever you want, Fat. Zilla only purpose is to please you.” He answered lowly as he brought her into a hug, his hands finding and squeezing her ass.

Toni pushed them apart, shooing him away with her hand. “Alright, that’s enough. I’m gonna need an insulin shot if yall keep that cute stuff up.”

“Come on na, T. You coulda waited a few minutes. I was saying bye,” he laughed.

She looked at her watch then pointed at him. “I gave you fifteen minutes. That was more than enough.”

Moriah and Bronco laughed watching them go back and forth. The two of them argued like brother and sister every time they see each other and then would be the best of friends if it meant going against Moriah or Bronco.

The phone rang and rang making Nadine’s nerves worse by the minute. With the stress of her conversation with Hassan and the shambles her relationship with Moriah was reduced to, she needed to take her mind off of it. Her head had been pounding from the off and on crying she had done after Hassan hung up on her. The life that she had built up for herself wasn’t turning out the way she had planned. Their marriage had been perfect until Hassan decided to take the job she always pulled him away from. Art and design was great and everything but it was unpredictable, she couldn’t handle the unpredictability of it. Not when he had a family to provide for. She knew he was an expert with numbers and convinced him to go into finance when they were in college but instead of him completely dropping art he had a double major.

Him in finance and her in speech-language pathology. Their life was great, they could afford the lifestyle she needed and take care of their daughter while still being comfortable. And when Moriah met Zilla, she got the friend she never knew she needed or was missing. She had her husband, her baby, her career, the lifestyle that she dreamed of and a friend. It was all a dream until it wasn’t.

“Nadine … you there?”

She laughed a little. “Sorry, sorry. My mind is just all over the place right now.”

The low chuckle flowed through the phone. “Is it now? My schedule is clear for the next three days.”

“That sounds lovely but I just don’t feel like the hassle of the airport and all those people in there and on the plane.”

“I wouldn’t put you on a commercial flight. You know better. I’ll send my private jet to get you.”

She snorted. “Private? Since when do you have a private jet? And didn’t tell me.”

“It’s a new purchase. You’ll be the first person I’ll have on it.”

For the first time all day, a slick smile graced her face. “What time should I be ready?”

“I’ll have a car there in about three hours to get you. That should be enough time for the jet to get there. Is that long enough or do you need more time?”

“Nope, that sounds perfect.”

“Good. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my favorite girl,” he cooed into the phone.

“It has, I’m sure we’ll make up for lost time.” She agreed, finally relaxing. “I’m gonna go pack. Thank you, DJ.”

“You’re welcome.”

#aao #Zilla & Moriah #zilla fatu #the bloodline #the samoan dynasty

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lizzieislife94x · 8 months

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Birthday Present (e.o)

Requested ❤️

LizziexG!P Reader

Another new one shot for yall enjoy. Always open for Requests to keep the one shots updated so don't be shy no judgements here 😊

Y/ns POV:

I wake up with the smell of eggs and bacon a smile appearing on my face as my gorgeous girlfriend walks on with a tray of of breakfast "wow what's all this for baby" I smile my morning voice a little raspy "it's my baby's birthday so I wanted to make breakfast in bed before the madness of today starts" I groan a little taking the tray as lizzie sits beside me her hand resting on my arm "I love our friends and family but do we have to have a party I hate attention on me I'd rather spend the day with you just going for a meal and being with my love" she giggles and leans forward pecking my lips "sorry baby they want to celebrate with you but don't worry I have great presents for you when they leave and it's just us I think it will help you unwind" she smirks biting her lip I can't help but giggle as I eat my breakfast lizzie cuddling into me.

5 hours later:

"Baby please tell me you're ready people will be arriving in like 5 minutes" I hear lizzie yell from the bedroom I take one final look at myself in the mirror and walk out "how do I look" I say looking at lizzie as her jaw drops "babe it's just smart dress pants and a shirt it's nothing special" I laugh walking towards her my hands resting on her waist as I kiss her head "no you look fucking sexy god damn if we didn't have people arriving any minute I'd be ripping those clothes off you" I bite my lip feeling a twitch in my pants "behave baby or I won't be able to go see people" she let's out a groan as we walk downstairs the house slowly filling with our friends and family I greet everyone as they arrive and thank them for coming after an hour the party is in full swing people people talking from both our familys, music playing some people outside talking I can't help but smile we've been lucky that both our family's get along amazingly and enjoy being the others company "hey baby here you go" I'm snapped put of my thoughts by lizzie handing me a beer I take it and laugh slightly "babe it's only 4.30pm are you trying to get me drunk" she smirks as she sips her drink "maybe now drink my love " I don't argue and join my girl in having a drink as the party continues.

7 hours later:

"Thanks for coming" I yell a little to loud as the last of the guests leave lizzie giggling beside me as we close the door and head inside as I go to start cleaning lizzie calls my name making me turn as I turn she pushes me making me stumble back falling onto the chair that was behind me "wh.." before I can question her she walks towards me slowly "shhh baby you got your gifts from everyone else now it's time for mine" I laugh and hold her waist as I pull her closer "but baby you got me a watch and new pant suit" I whisper "that was the first part of the gift time for the second part that I couldn't give you infront of everyone" I moan at her tone and nod my head she turns her back and turns on some sensual music as I bite my lip watching her hips and ass sway "fuck lizzie" I moan out as she sways her hips walking towards me "now now babygirl we both know that isn't my name is it" I shake my head as the member in my pants grows hard "words y/n words use your big girl words" I gulp and watch at she starts to dance against me "so..r..ry mommy" she bites me ear and whispers "that's better baby" I close my eyes as she grinds against my dick her clothes coming off slowly as she gives me a lap dance my hands holding her waist "please mommy wanna be inside you so hard.." I practically beg "oh I know baby mommy can feel your dick getting nice and hard but have a little patience or I won't let you fuck me ill make you watch as I fuck myself all night understand" I whine but agree as she wraps her arms around me her tits in my face as I try to take her nipple in my mouth "awh poor baby you wanna suck mommy's nipples" she questions as I nod furiously "please mommy" she smiles sweetly and guides her tit to my mouth "since its your birthday and you've been a good girl all day" I moan as her nipple slips into my mouth and start to suck like there's no tomorrow she continues to grind against me as she moans above me "mhhh fuck that feels good baby youre such a good girl" she moans out as her hands slide down my body to unbuckle my pants "let go of mommy's nipple so I can get rid of these clothes" I instantly let go and watch as she removes her panties and makes quick work removing my pants and boxers "there we go look at that dick standing so proud for me" she smirks as she puts her legs at either side of me sitting slight making my tip tease her soaking pussy "so wet mommy" I whisper looking up at her as she kisses my jaw "you wanna be inside mommy, do you want me to sit baby" she moans into my ear "please.. want to be inside mommy"

I groan as she sinks down on my dick both of us moaning loudly "fuck mommy so tight and wet" I moan wrapping my arms around her resting my head on her shoulder "all because of you baby you get me so wet baby I love the way you stretch me out" she pants as she shifts slightly "do you want mommy to fuck you" she asks making me look into her eyes "yes mommy" and with that she starts to bounce up and down slowly on my dick my hands sliding to her waist to her her move "yes fuck mommy don't stop wanna fill your tight pussy " she starts to bounce harder and faster at my words as her tits bounce in my face both of us moaning loudly "fuck baby so fucking big you want to fill mommy's unprotected cunt" she questions her eyes locking onto mine "yes fuck wanna fill your unprotected pussy mommy please" I pant as I feel the knot ready to snap "please mommy gonna cum please can I cum" I ask as she bounces faster the sounds of her wet pussy making it harder to hold back "not yet baby I want you to cum with mommy hold back do fucking close" she screams as her bouncing becomes sloppy both of us moaning sweating messes "fuck baby I'm cumming cum with me cum inside mommy" she cries out as she slams down on my dick with on final thrusting shoot my load deep inside her as her body slumps down on mine "I got you baby" I whisper as I wrap my arms around her holding her close as I continue to cum both of us breathing heavily staying in eachothers arms, after 10 minutes she sits up and holds my cheeks kissing me gently "happy birthday baby I love you" I smile against her lips "I love you too so fucking much" we both giggle as I get up and carry her to bed.

AN: these might not be great as I'm just getting back into writing but I hope you enjoy, I hope yall have a great day/night my beautiful people to the people who constantly vote and show love to these thank you it means alot to me! Drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 word count 1.4k

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desi-girll · 8 days

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TW: don't read if you don't want to know about self harm, but again, this is a positive post because it's about recovery, so nothing very explicit... but again, please don't read if you might get triggered <3

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Dear diary 🧸,

so, today is a big day for me. and when i say big, i mean it in a really really proud way.

because

today, 17th September 2024, marks one year of me being clean from self harm ♡

and i feel like the credit for this one goes entirely to me. last year and before that, my mental health was a shitshow. i was in a toxic friend group, very very insecure of my body, and thought that maybe I'm doomed to be be "ugly" girl. then, of course, the pressure of being a 11th grade science student. i'm sure most of the ones who have been, can relate? parents not understanding, marks not upto our expectations, exams, assignments and what not. so much pressure. but maybe it was just me who couldn't deal with the pressure and got more addicted to something I'd already been doing for 2 years prior to that.

on september 17th, 2023, getting a 4 out of 30 in physics? let's cut again, in the bathroom. believe me, i was addicted to the feel of the sharp compass needle against my skin. to this day, although healed, i still regret the feel of the scars on my thighs. i wish i hadn't ruined God's gift like that. i really do. but maybe it'll go away with time.

so, anyways, on that day suddenly i decided i don't wanna be like this anymore. i wanna heal myself and my relationship with my body. so i just kinda stopped. and trust me, it wasn't easy. so many times, i just randomly started thinking about how good it used to feel, sometimes my emotions were so strong that it was really hard to not start again but now i know how to restrain myself. i know a little bit of self control.

moreover, what really helped in boosting my self esteem was working out. i never that the solution to a positive body image for me maybe to move around and yknow, exercise a lil. and now, what motivates me the most is when i hear compliments from the same people who used to pass comments about my body before. i actually love my body now, or am trying my best to, because unlike one year prior, i'm really fucking fit and healthy now <3

so yes, that's the story and i hope this 1 year can progress to 2, then 3, then 4 and then slowly be a thing i struggled with, in my teenage years but then taught myself a way out of it.

for those of yall out there, struggling with any kind of self destructive behavior, be safe please. i promise you, there are so many ways to heal and recovery is one hundred percent possible ♡

love,

#dear diary 🧸#life in 2024 🍓#❀ log ❀ september #self harm recovery

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mushroompoisoning · 6 months

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Good friend, I ask of you because I trust you, what are these "The Mechanisms" you are so fond of?

Okay I tried to type out an incredibly long summary but tumblr deleted it so you're getting a semi-sane version instead

The Mechanisms are a band of immortal, space-faring pirates travelling the universe singing about the tragedies they witness for our entertainment!

There are nine main members you'll hear about, with the tenth - Dr Carmilla - having left much earlier and making her own music 👍 ( there is technically an eleventh but they're more of a mystery easter egg than anyone we know things about )

Quick lore thing: the mechanisms immortality works from the mechanical part(s) they each have. They can die and get injured, but they'll revive whenever the narrative wants them too. All logic in this universe functions off of Would It Be Good For The Story

The cast is:

Jonny D'Ville (he/him) is the ship's first mate ( don't let him tell you otherwise ) and he's got a mechanical heart

Nastya Rasputina (she/her) is the ship's engineer and girlfriend! Yea the ship - Aurora - is alive btw. She's got me hanical blood

Ashes O'Reily (they/them) is the ship's quartermaster and best arsonist! they've got mechanical lungs

Drumbot Brian (he/him) is the ship's pilot and the only one with a moral code. It's controlled by a switch which flips between Means Justify Ends and Ends Justify Means with no nuance. everything is mechanical except for his heart

Ivy Alexandria (she/her) is the ship's archivist! Pretty chill, cares more for books than violence but that doesn't mean she disapproves of the latter. she's got a mechanical brain

The Toy Soldier (it/its) is the mascot and whatever else they tell it to be! it just wants to be involved. will follow anything you tell it if you ask nicely ( or with enough force ). it's not actually mechanized, and is instead a sentient wooden man

Gunpowder Tim (he/him) is the ship's master at arms! madman war veteran who I love dearly. he blew up the moon. he's great. I pick favourites. he's got mechanical eyes

Raphaella La Cognizi (she/her) is the ship's unethical scientist! nothing is off the table when it comes to research. nothing. theory is she mechanized her, but iirc that unconfirmed. she's got a mechanical spine and wings!

and Baron Marius Von Raum (he/him) who is neither the ships baron nor doctor. he claims to be both, though. Deeply unserious fella. he's got a mechanical arm

^ here are some good images for crew reference

OKAY! Now onto actual music

They have six albums and a couple singles!

Once Upon a Time (In Space) is an unconventional retelling of classic fairytales

High Noon over Camelot is a retelling of King Arthur

Ulysses Dies at Dawn is a greek mythos adaptation

and The Bifrost Incident is a norse mythos adaptation

there's also Tales To Be Told volumes I and II, and the two single Frankenstein and Death To The Mechanisms ( technically that one is part of an album but the album is just a bunch of their other songs from already existing albums )

The tales to be told albums contain some of the mechanisms origins!

One Eyed Jacks is Jonny's

Lucky Sevens is Ashes'

Lost In The Cosmos is Brian's

and Gunpowder Tim vs The Moon Kaiser I don't think I have to say

Nastya has an origin song, but it was never officially put on anything. You can find it on the @mechanismslorearchive ( you can get any lore you want on there )

They also have a number of live shows ( you can find those on youtube ) and written stories on their website! I recommend these if you wanna get to know the mechanisms as characters better

that is the basic rundown. I'm not an expert on the mechs so if you're looking to talk to a metaphorical seasoned nurse instead of a med student I'd go to @bugsinthebayou or @gunpowderdtim (sorry for tagging yall)

#wallace says shit #asks & answers #mechs posting #HP!!#hope thats right I had to check your name #enjoy this messy and amateur summary #god I hope there are. limited mistakes in this.

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lostonmari · 10 months

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SUCCESS #4 - THIRD PARTY OBLITERATED!

I literally never ran to open tumblr so quick yall. MY SP AND HIS PARTNER BROKE UPPP. - Long post, so TL;DR if you don't wanna read: I affirmed inconsistently and mostly focused on visualizing for a week, and my sp broke up with the third party yesterday. Story under the cut ↓

I don't like to go deep into old circumstances but basically with my new sp (he doesn't even know who i am 💀) he had a boyfriend and they have been together for a WHILEEEE like almost 9 months. But did I care? hell no!! I had been affirming inconsistently for a week (I think I started like December 6th?) I was saturating my mind with the idea of him being single, so along with affirming I would imagine him deleting the pics with his boyfriend off his ig and imagine him removing his bfs name from his bio, etc and I mean I would REALLY be invested in my visualizations. I was literally smiling and giggling to myself in my room at like 3 am thinking about how happy i'd be seeing that man out of his life. I wasn't just affirming and then going back to having random thoughts. NO. I was purely focused on this man being single and ready to befriend me and fall in love. Since I was heavily focused on it I was like already kind of knowing I'd see some type of movement soon and EXPECTING to see it. And ofc.. guess what happened?

fast forward to this morning a friend whos been M.I.A (missing in action, aka gone) FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS!!! texts me about some drama (which I think is part of my other manifestation to ruin my ex besties relationship bc she told me a lot of stuff about ex-bestie's current bf but let me not gossip incase they ever find my page ik they have tumblr LMAO) And after we talked about the drama and I asked her about how shes doing etc, I name dropped my sp without even thinking about it and honestly looking back I think that was inspired action maybe? but guess what. she told me SP AND HIS BF BROKE UP YESTERDAY NIGHT 😭 I was in so much disbelief I screen recorded her voice msg and replayed it back 5 times just to make sure I was hearing her right. remember y'all, NOTHING can mess up your manifestation if you believe it won't. lmfao because I was spiraling out of control screaming yelling crying to the heavens like 2 days ago because I was getting impatient. deep down I know it wouldnt have taken this long if I wasn't obsessed with him but you live and learn!

next on my list is for me to manifest us being friends nd him having a crush on me. (And if anyone's curious yes me and my ex I manifested back are still together. I'm just a cheater LMFAOOO) anyway see yall soon 🥰🥰

#loa success #sp manifestation #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #loassumption #sp success story

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lemongirl5910 · 1 year

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Rodrick headcanons

(note: this is my first fanfic I'm posting. ever. I hope yall like it. I am gonna have to hit yall with the 'English isn't my first language' just in case I made some mistakes, I have proof read it though. enjoy:) - lemon)

- when this guy first saw you. I swore he was left speechless. he just stared at you for a full minute before snapping out of it when you walked put from his sight

- he tries *very* hard to impress you. but fails miserably, a lot. you just think its cute though.

"Hey y/n, look at this!" he said as he tried, and failed to throw a peace of candy in his own mouth. you giggled and he felt a bit better about himself after that because he made you laugh. sorta...

- he remembers the most random things about you. like you mentioned you like a certain flavour of chips and he randomly bought it for you.

he knew you'd in the library reading. "Hey babe, I got you this," He said a little too loud, and they could hear an even louder "Shhh" from somewhere in the room. "aw thanks Rod" You smiled as you took the bag of chips.

"wanna get out of here?" you asked, and he grinned at you as he set down. "Nah, I'd rather stay here and let you read." omg he's so corny sometimes. you giggled "Rodrick you can't eat in the library..." he looked at you as he was about to open the bag of chips. "Okay, let's go." You giggled and packed your bag.

- sometimes you just catch him looking at you. he's not saying anything but you can feel his eyes staring at the side of you skull...

"Baby what are you doing?" I asked as you turned to him "Nothing love. you look so beautiful." you look down at that feeling your face heat up. "Oh shut up" He was still looking at you "No I mean it your so fucking beautiful I could look at you forever" He put his head on your lap and smiled up at you "Oh my gosh rodrick your so corny." you looked down. "you love it though." He grinned

- he makes you mixtapes. a lot of them. he mixes your and his favourite songs together to send you all these cute messages through the songs.

- he gives you a lot of recommendations on artists that he likes and gets so happy when you like them aswell. you can expect a new mixtape soon btw

- bro is 6'0 foot if your anything shorter then that he will make fun of you. he loves that he can put his head on top of yours, if you are not thy much shorter then him he wil find a way. idc he will find a way.

- he tells you about his band, maybe a bit too much. he's always talking about this new song they are writing, and you better believe that he's writing songs for/about you.

- he talks about you to his bandmates a lot too. they call him a simp and he glares at them for it. but deep down he knows..

- he showers because of you. before, he only showered when his mom forced him. Now he showers at least once a day because he wants to look and smell good for you.

- bro always has to be touching you one way or another. whether it's holding your hand our having an arm around your shoulder. he loves physical touch. a lot. sometimes he just comes up behind you and hugs you he will just stand there hugging you from behind.

- we know this guy sleeps... a lot. when you stay over you always wake up with him either laying on top of you or holding you tight with his face in your neck softly and or loudly snoring.

"Rodrick you're crushing me" you whine as you struggle to get away from under him. "hmm" He just hums and doesn't let go of you and just continues sleeping. you try to get out of his grasp. when you succeed he groans and wakes up with a pout. "Why are you leaving me" He whines as you get up. "I have to go to the bathroom ill be right back babe." He just stared at you as you left the room "ugh" He groans as he falls back on his pillow.

Hehe he loves youuu

thank you for reading more is definitely on the way!!

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Can't Go Back

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: yall wanted this man.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍑🍑🍑

Lloyd drags you away from the wall, his hand latched around a clump of your hair. Your temples pound and your ears ring. How could this happen? No, how could you do this?

Candy's right. You said too much. It's all your fault again. You didn't want to believe Lloyd was bad but you should've. Just like Steve. What is it they say about when people show you their true selves?

You kick out as you try to stop him. Coco hollers from the next room and your heart leaps into your throat. No, no, they can't hurt her. Not because of you. You close your eyes and sob. You see the blood that stained Candy's jacket and her drawn face.

"Let me go!" You whine and writhe as you claw at Lloyd's hand, "please, please, don't let them hurt my friends. Lloyd," you twist around despite the tension at your roots, "Lloyd, please, I thought... I thought you liked me."

"Now, sweet cheeks, I do," he taunts as he swings you away from him. You hit the wall and collapse to your knees. "I like the way your pussy squeezes me like it's never gonna let go."

"Please," you croak as you look up at him, cheeks hot and wet, "please, you can keep me. But my friends, they don't deserve this--"

"What? They don't deserve what, sunshine? That knife you stabbed between their ribs?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to," you crawl to him, "please, I'll do anything. I just... they saved me, Lloyd, they saved me. Let me save them."

He kicks you away from his boots and snorts, "too late for all that, Birdy. Shoulda thought about this before you came to suck my dick goodbye."

"Lloyd," you gulp as the ice in his voice flows into your veins, "you can't... I didn't..."

"Hell, if I played you a little longer, I may have convinced you to actually help me out, huh, baby girl? You wanna be loved so bad, you'd sell more than just your holes, wouldn't you?"

"Stop, stop," you cover your ears as you shake your head, "STOPPPPP!"

You shriek and it erupts from you uncontrollably. You can't take it. You're pathetic. You've let down the only people who ever showed you love. You fucked everything up and why? Because you're stupid and desperate, just like he says.

"Aw, baby, come on, don't be so sad. My associates are gonna treat your friends just as nice as I treated you," he bends down to touch your arm and you bat him away, "hmmm, sweet little ladies like you need someone to take care of them. Well, someone who can keep you in line. It's too bad about those morons down in New York."

"What? Steve...?" You sputter and hear Candy grunt from the next room. You look over but Lloyd catches your chin and makes you face him. He pulls you close as there's a clatter in the next room amid a murmur of grunts and groans.

"That's the one, doll face. So what was it? Did the serum not work on the cap's star spangled dangle?"

"N-n-noooo," you squirm and latch onto his wrist, "stop. Stop."

"Stop what, baby? You're acting like you weren't begging for it. Come on, let's have some fun."

"I don't... I don't want you. You're mean," you sniffle and shove against his shoulder, "you're....you're... you're evil!"

"And you fell for it. I'd rather be the big bad than some dimwitted slut," he lets you go, pushing you onto your back before he stands. He rolls his head on his neck and squares his shoulders as he paces a circle around you, "it's always a bit more fun when they fight."

You glare at him. Down there, on your knees, weak, beneath him. As low as low can be. You deserve this. You deserve to suffer.

You watch him unbuckle his belt. He snickers as he comes closer, mocking you as he gropes the front of his pants. He pokes his tongue out lewdly and you sink down into your pit.

A shell of numbness encases you. You hear Candy snarling and Coco thrashing from either side of you. You're not like them, you're not a fighter.

You dragged them into this. Your only friends. How they must hate you. You hope they do. You hope they hate you as much your despise yourself.

#lloyd hansen x birdy #lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #au #the gray man #sweet treats #series #drabble #drabble series #dark!fic

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aanoia · 1 year

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Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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tachimichishrine · 8 months

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<yall... hear me out.... why do i kinda prefer bottomless bram... been thinking abt him a lot... guys... guys someone... someone please tell me im not losing my mind here...>

"ride me"

⫭◦⨝◦⫬

bram stoker x gn! reader

warnings: nsfw/absolute crack i don even know what i just wrote ngl

what to do when you're horny but your boyfriend has no dick?

what to do when you're horny but your boyfriend has no fingers?

or thighs

or body

or anything

it's really hard to be dating a head

"bram, baby, I'm horny."

"sorry about that."

"😐"

dating a head is REALLY hard

"babe, babe, there's this fair in town, I really wanna go!"

"prepare the backpack" 😼

people gave you weird stares as you carried around a talking head in a baby carrier, and then leaning down to kiss him 🌝

he likes to be put in flower vases because it makes him feel pretty, but obviously doesn't like sunlight 😣

by now, your arms are so strong from carrying him all the time that people ask you if you're a body builder😪

"do you work out?"

"no I just carry my boyfriend everywhere."

"that sounds pretty childish of him, I'd break up with mine if he did that."

"he's not childish. just... incomplete."

the person would leave, and you would pull him out of your backpack like, "dang, sorry about that. you know I love you."💓

his rbf is on all the time

he's so blunt and for WHAT ⁉⁉⁉⁉

"did I ever tell you that I love your eyes, they're so gorgeous, darling."

he doesn't respond, just "mnn" and stares at you with the same rbf 😍

but, whether he admits it or not, he really appreciates you, and he has the softest rare smiles that just make you go 🥰🥰🥰

affection is not his strong point but when he does get soft and cuddly and lets you run your fingers through his hair, he's the absolute king of verbal reassurance and compliments that don't feel fake at all.

but then again if you start to braid his hair he literally can do nothing to stop you ☠☠☠

if things get spicy, things get complicated

you'd think that making out with a head is relatively normal, since the mouth and tongue are still there, but NOPE

words cannot describe how weird it is to carry someone while kissing them but also not being able to feel their body because there is none???

needless to say he is a sub

no bc this man couldn't dom if he wanted to, he can't even move by himself what did you expect???

he looks tired the entire time 🕴

he makes up (sort of) for his lack of... everything with his tongue game

low sex drive because 1) has no genitals so I don't think he could get hard, 2) PLS THIS GUY JUST WANTS TO SLEEP AND LISTEN TO MUSIC, NOTHING ELSE 😭😭

however, he does really love you and everything you do for him, so if you want to experiment, he's totally fine with that, it's not like he hasn't been through worse

oh and teasing him DOESN'T WORK 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

once you tried S&M and tied up his mouth, trying to get him to beg, but, once again, he's kinda indifferent

"could you please refrain from choking me, i don't even have lungs or the need to breathe."

so most of the time it's just a question of face-fucking him

if you cum in his mouth it's literally going to pass down his throat and then it's just going to splatter on the ground anyways because... he's a head 🤓

one time, you'd just gotten so crazily worked up and needed him to fuck you, so you suggested letting him fuck you... with. his. ear.

LOOK AT THOSE THINGS THEY'RE POINTY AF TELL ME THAT THEY AREN'T FUCKABLE

you set him up so that he was facing sideways on the bed, just got on top, and rode that mf 💃💃

now he has cum in his ears and he's not sure how you're going to get it out

that's how you ended up spending the night using cotton swabs to get your cum out of his ears, and that's not exactly a story you like to tell people a lot 🗿

#im unwell for them #(emphasis on the unwell-)#bram stoker bsd #bram bsd #bram x reader #bram bsd x reader #bram x reader bsd #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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intheholler · 8 months

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Howdy! I absolutely love this blog and am so glad I found it <3 Do you have any advice for reclaiming (for lack of a better word) your accent? Mine is all weird from years of codeswitching/trying to hide it, and now that I'm older and have more pride in where I come from, I miss that I don't sound exactly like all the other people from my area. Thank you!!

hi there <33 im glad yall found it too lol. welcome!

also sure! i was (am?) in the exact same boat :') so i guess i could try to tell you what's worked for me.

my first advice would be to try and stop being so critical about what you're saying and how you sound when you say it. easier said than done, ik, because obviously when you code switch, you are very aware of and careful about how you talk, but that's the very first massive block i had to work on before anything else.

so, the first thing i did was work on detaching myself from that need and not policing myself as i spoke. i tried to just let the sounds come out, especially my vowels. i always kept those real tight bc i felt like they're the biggest "tell" i wanted to avoid.

i achieved this by talking to myself in private to shake off that internalized shit that made me wanna disguise it around others in the first place. no one can hear you but you, so just yourself have it, even if u feel silly at first like i did. i dealt with some imposter syndrome-esque stuff about it during this time.

its gonna sound goofy, but for a while, to get ur mouth back in the habit of making certain shapes during certain words, start talking to yourself in an exaggerated form of ur original accent. like fully put it on lmao. maybe even heavier than the one you used to have. this helped my brain get reaquainted with my mouth.

then i started just actively listening to myself think and talk. there is the comfortable and familiar way my brain wants the words to be formed in my natural dialect, and then there is my mouth that stops it out of codeswitching habit. it took active work and effort to make my accent go away, and it's taking active work and effort to make it come back.

anyway, a lot of my pronunciations i no longer have to "actively hear" myself give, so i know it's working <3

sometimes i'll even say something, pause and mentally be like "goddamn, what the fuck was that that just came out my mouth" and then im like "oh right, that's me 🥰 hello again, me"

im glad you're ready to start reclaiming this part of yourself and i wish you good luck. it's surprisingly hard! i started making a conscious effort three or four years ago and mine is still not as strong as i'd like.

#asks #appalachian dialect #Appalachia

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sakumz · 2 years

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ a. tsumugi x gn reader ]

tw❗: none

" y/n... why did you bring a cat into the agency? " tsumugi questions upon seeing the idol play around with the small kitten with a string.

" found it outside, its pouring rain you know. how could I abandon a cutie like this, hehe good thing the director isn't here I'd lose plenty of good idol work if he catches a cat here. " they said as they continued playing with the cat, this time tsumugi sits next to them, as he watches them play and pat the kitten.

" ne tsumugi, don't you have work to do? if you don't why not come home with me too... " the idol suddenly says leaving the man shocked.

" I don't really have any work now and it is time to get off work so I suppose it won't hurt to take you home but that's a weird request, what if some paparazzi catches us or you do something weird to me when we're at your own home- "

" I won't do such things and the paparazzi can't tell if it's us since the rain and umbrella will block out their views anyone can say the photo is edited. "

with one last sigh, tsumugi reluctantly accepts their request and started to head out with them to their home after grabbing their's and his own bag. as the idol carries the kitten, tsumugi holds an umbrella over the two of them as they walk to the idols home, it wasn't a far distance from the agency. the walk was quiet but both enjoyed the other's presence.

" tsumugi, thank you for taking me home. you're free right? " the idol breaks the silence as they reached their house.

" kinda wh- "

" then come in and have dinner with me, that's the last request. "

" oh...sure. "

after normal routines of taking their shoes out, the idol changing into a more comfy clothes and offering tsumugi to shower to which the fellow idol kindly rejects as he wasn't that soaked from the rain and he promise to take a well deserved shower in his own house after. them making dinner together and then sitting opposite one another, eating the food they made together.

" say tsumugi, what do you think of marrying me? " the idol inquires. the man nearly chokes from hearing it.

" h-how could you say such things so calmly! " the man shouts as he slowly starts to flush a rosy red.

" cmon cmon answer me hahahaha " the idol laughs.

" you're not the worst person but then again we're not lovers either, are you sure you wanna be with a not so interesting guy like me? "

" you're pretty interesting, there's more to love about you. Hehe tsumugi so cute, maybe that's why I love you. "

" I love you too... "

" then let's get married! " they announced as they stood up and grabbed both of his hands in theirs from across the table.

" not now, let's go on a few dates first!! " the man scolded to which the idol agrees.

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a/n : yall the warmth of a cat is so nice especially since the night was pretty chilly ( bro woke up and wrote this at 3am....) woke up to my shu draft missing too 😨

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #sakumz.pdf #tsumugi aoba x reader #is it tsumugi aoba or aoba tsumugi?

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tagfer · 2 years

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people only hate ed sheeran cuz of the memes yall gotta stop acting like every breath a japanese game company takes is some evil conspiracy

"hrnghh pokemon diamond and pearl were actually part of nasa taking the moon landing" u sound like matpat, anyways sony raised the price of the ps5 to 600 dollars and games to 70 alongside charging 70 dollars for a more accessible to disabled people version of a really old game! talk more bad about actually evil american companies! u sound dumb!

hello anon! sorry i couldn't address your concerns sooner, i was out seeing a hip hop concert. neither here nor there but ja rule got shirtless and whew! if i wasn't already gay!

anyway. to address your concerns. firstly if you think people only hate Ed Sheeran for a bit, then I know for a fact you don't work retail, nor does anyone important in your life. his music is actually not bad, quality wise - a fact I will freely admit - however, his hits have had more air time than reasonable, even to the average person; imagine having to work retail and hearing that shit day in and day out! hoo doggy. you can only hear Thinking Out Loud so many times before you don't want His legs to work anymore, you know?

secondly, I'm having problems making heads or tails of the rest of your message. you seem upset tho. let me see if I understand... I'm a raving lunatic for saying "an art project by a company i was previously impressed by was severly held back due to capital interests" but you being upset about the playstation raising its price as if that was any more of an issue? when there are those real actually bad american companies you're talking about? d'ya wanna smoke, buddy? it'll help take the edge off.

but at the end of the day you must seem to think my personal posts and opinions are pretty important to be upset about them. I'd recommend not putting as much stock into what a guy who pretends to be a dog on the internet has to say. peace love marijuana, anon 💛💛💛💛

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kimlovestowrite · 1 month

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Robyn Campbell

—

I sit in the backseat of my father's truck, just beside my older brother.

We're going to visit our grandparents in Inglewood and I'm not looking forward to it. I love my family—but sometimes they could be too much.

They think since I'm "young" I don't deserve privacy. And they're also old, strongly opinionated, and ignorant, having a conversation with them is like talking to a wall.

And my parents are no better, being the youngest is honestly the worst, it's like they don't care anymore. We never talk, all they worry about is how my brother is in college and he's an athlete.

To them, I'm just their daughter, they don't even acknowledge me unless I'm causing trouble which rarely happens.

Maybe if I didn't get talked over all the time I'd talk more. What I say doesn't even matter to anyone...

I look out the window and at the busy city, listening to music in my headphones.

"We're here!!" My annoying stepmother calls out, she was cool when we first met, but I guess that was just the first couple weeks.

I take one of my AirPods out, placing them back into the case and stuffing them into my tote bag before turning it down to where I can hear, and placing my phone in there too.

I look out of the window to see their huge, old money house. I guess we'll be staying here for the week.

They didn't even let me bring my cat.

I groan quietly as I open the truck door, hoping out after everyone else.

"Okay kids, I want yall to be the best yall can be to granny and grandpa, they need memories with you guys," my dad says.

"Doesn't she have dementia?" My brother asks joking, I'm way more respectful than him.

I drown them out as we approach the front door.

The front door opens and my grandparents stand there, smiling widely.

"Hey my babies!" My grandma says, pulling us both into a hug.

She smells like honeydew, as usual.

I flash a respectful smile, "hey grandma,"

"Wassup," my brother says.

I roll my eyes.

—

We all sit at the dinner table, I just know this is gonna go how it always does.

I take a few bites of my food, trying to avoid contact with anyone.

"Robyn baby?" My grandma says.

I smile, looking up. "Yes grandma?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks.

My eyebrows raise, "No,"

She hums, "I hope you don't have a little girlfriend, that's a sin baby. And I don't want anyone in this family going to hell for something so nasty. Liking girls is disgusting and sinful."

My eyebrows furrow, "Oh no, of course not," I laugh slightly.

Liking girls is definitely wrong, and I still feel guilty for kissing one...

But I can't help but think about her all the time, why'd she come to that beach? Why do I never see her there anymore?

How did she get so many tattoos?

Does she like girls? If she does I won't judge her. I would never judge someone like my family does.

"I heard the neighbors daughter likes girls," she says, shaking her head.

"That's a damn shame," my dad says, "I don't know what I'd do if my daughter decided to sin like that,"

"Robyn, I want you to stay away from that girl," my grandpa adds.

How can they be christians and be so ignorant and rude.

I place my fork onto my plate, tired of listening to them.

I smile, "I think I left my medicine in the car," I say, "can I go get it?"

My stepmother nods, "The car is unlocked,"

I excuse myself from the table and bring my tote bag, going outside for some fresh air. I love nature, and I'd stay out here all day if I could.

I have my medicine already, I just don't wanna be in there. Maybe I should sit down and clear my mind.

I lay on the hot concrete, looking up at the light blue sky.

My mind wanders, and I can't stop thinking about that girl. She was gorgeous, from her dark curly hair to her white air forces.

I can't stop thinking about the moment we shared, how passionate we got.

I feel someone touch my shoulder, causing me to jump out of my own world.

My mouth falls open as I stare into her chocolate eyes. She's smiling, flashing her same gold grill.

"Do you remember me?" She asks.

I nod, "yeah," I swallow awkwardly as I sit up.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

My eyebrows furrow, "This is my grandparents house," I say.

"Oh," she smiles.

"What are you doing here?"

"My parents kinda forced me to move," she says, looking away.

My eyebrows raise, "really?"

She nods, "mhm, but they're gone for the week, wanna come over?"

My eyebrows shoot up, "Yeah, actually."

She smiles, gently taking my hand as I use my other one to grab my tote bag. "Boring grandparents huh?" She asks.

"Even worse," I roll my eyes as I follow her to her house.

"How?" She asks.

"You don't wanna know," I laugh.

She hums, opening the front door and letting me in before closing it.

"Follow me," she says, leading me into what I'm guessing is her bedroom.

Her bedroom is perfect for her, from the music posters to the low light and The Weeknd playing on her tv.

"I love it in here," I smile, looking around at the decorations.

"Thank you," she says.

I sit down on the bed beside her as we talk.

"I love your voice," she says, her usual raspy voice turning soft.

I smile, "Really? Why?" I ask, I used to get bullied a lot for my lisp despite how unnoticeable it is.

"It's sweet, like honey, and your lisp is adorable, I'd listen to a podcast that's hours long with just you on it," she says, staring into my eyes with her chocolate ones.

How poetic.

I smile, "thank you, that's the best compliment I've ever gotten," I say softly, subconsciously leaning in.

"What kinda music do you like?" She asks, grabbing her tv remote.

I smile, "I've been listening to a lot of Beyonce,"

She nods, shuffling on Beyoncé's self-titled album.

My brow raises, "You listen to her too?" I ask.

"Yes," she laughs, "this is definitely in my top 3," she motions to the song playing.

No Angel by Beyoncé is playing, making me feel things.

"Mine too," I say, my voice falling quiet as I notice the way she's looking at me.

Her eyes dart to my lips, then further down.

But I can't kiss her again, I asked god to forgive me too many times—he might not forgive me this time.

Her eyes meet mine again, and when she leans in, I hear a knock on the door.

I don't know whether to be glad or disappointed...I didn't not want to kiss her.

Without hesitation, I press my lips to hers, gently throwing my arms over her shoulders.

She hums with content as she kisses back, now that we each have more experience, the kiss is more passionate and intimate. I let her tatted hands roam my body if she touches me it'd be my first time.

The knocks happens again but we continue to kiss as she throws a leg over my body, getting on top of me.

she pulls away for a second, "don't worry about that okay baby?" She asks.

My stomach aches at the pet name as I nod, "Okay,"

Our lips connect again, and I can't help but feel like this is what I'm supposed to be doing. This isn't wrong.

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