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kzlove · 7 months

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handle you

syn -> eren proves that he can handle you.

warnings : smut, squirting, creampie, thick black reader, weed and alcohol usage, unprotected sex, spit, not proofread; just nasty

you were laying in bed with your led lights on, tv playing music softly from its speakers.

frank ocean, flo mili, sza, steve lacy, kali uchis, and whoever fit their way into the mood.

it was definitely past twelve o clock now, but you didn't feel even a bit of tired.

you take a couple pictures and post it on instagram, labeling it as 'bored' before posting.

you see a lot of your homegirls like it immediately, but of course they all was doing something.

sasha had a class to go to in the morning, annie was exhausted from work, pieck was with her boyfriend.

the only person that didn't heart it was mikasa, and that was probably because she was with her boyfriend too.

you drop your phone down and roll your eyes, deciding to begin working on your assignment due next week.

but you don't have to mess with it for long.

your phone buzzes next to you, gaining your attention from the laptop. an instagram notification.

onyandrift replied to your story : smoke sesh? wtw

you roll your eyes, recognizing the username as your boy best friend.

the two of you use to kick it with each other all the time, and even spent a few nights at his house over the summer in high school.

but you fell off, cause eventually he got a girlfriend and started to stream games and a bunch of other nonsense.

around that same time, you started focusing more on yourself.

loveyn : lame booooo loveyn : ion got weed to share w u

onyandrift : girl you nvr do onyandrift : i'm providing onyandrift : come kick it w me n a few of my hbs

loveyn : uhm loveyn : you think i wanna be around bare niggas tn??

onyandrift : stop yappin and get dressed im omw

you roll your eyes at the text and sigh, checking the weather.

it wasn't gonna be too cold, so you settled for this and grabbed your phone charger and lip gloss.

onyankopon doesn't live far, so it doesn't surprise you when you hear his audi a6 make that annoying popping noise outside your house.

you groan in annoyance and grab a water bottle before stepping outside, immediately walking to the car.

"why the fuck you still got that shit bruh?" you complain, climbing into the front seat.

he had on his essentials hoodie and black sweatshorts, grey yeezy slides on and a velvet durag.

he shoots you a grin before he takes takes your things and puts it in the backseat like he always did.

during your senior year, he had you sit outside with him in the hot ass sun while he put something on his car to make it noisy as hell.

he did explain what it was, but it wasn't like you really cared so you ignored him.

you didn't expect him to still have it though.

"who all gon be up in there ony?" you ask once he makes it to the stop light.

onyankopon sits back in his seat and things, rubbing the stubble on his face in fake thought.

"don't know." he fakes, before driving off when the light turns green.

you groan in annoyance, fixing your hair and at least making sure you looked good.

when you make it, he grabs your things and tells you to head to the backyard where everyone else is.

you follow his instructions, grumbling about how he had better sprayed all the mosquitos.

everyone was back there like he said they were.

it was armin, jean, mikasa, onyan's girlfriend zara, and some guy you don't recall ever seeing.

"hey girl! come sit!" mikasa grins, swinging her legs off jean and patting the seat beside her.

it happened to be between her and the random guy.

he didn't pick his head up to greet you or even look at you, tapping away at his phone.

'rude ass' you thought to yourself, sitting next to mikasa with a bit of a stank face.

she follows your view, and sighs, leaning back. "don't mind him. he just don't wanna be outside." mikasa reassures.

you roll your eyes and fix yourself, saying hi to everyone else.

onyankopon joins you all in the back with all the spliffs he had rolled after hitting everyone up.

sooner or later, lost by frank ocean was playing lowly on the speaker and you were all on your third spliff.

"this would be so much better if we had drinks." mikasa complained, leaning back onto jean.

he ignores her, because everyone knows how nasty she gets when she's drunk and high.

"fuck that. some fucking food would be amazing." armin huffed out smoke, handing the spliff over to zara.

everyone groaned in agreement, and you were the only one to get up with a hum.

you don't miss the way a pair of eyes trace your body as you stretch and fix your pants.

"finna go find sum in the kitchen for us to eat." you grumble, venturing into the house.

you close the screen door behind you and look through his cabinets with a frown, fixing your hair out of your face.

the sliding door to the backyard slides open and closed, making you turn to the sound.

it was the silent guy, eren, you learned his name was.

and now you could see him in proper light.

he wore a grey hoodie and a pair of baggy sweats, long hair pulled into a up and down.

you had to admit that he was fine, his wife beater seeming tight around his chest.

and green eyes staring you the fuck down.

"can i help you?" you question rudely, turning back to the fruit snacks in the pantry.

"maybe you can." he responds, and you hear him approach you.

now you know your position could be taken as anything but innocent, bent over inside a pantry.

you stand up straight and face him, looking him up and down. you weren't know easy bitch, and you won't be treated as such.

"you can't handle me." you complain, pulling your phone out and grab the whole box of fruit snacks.

he takes the box from you and puts it on the counter, smirking just a little bit at you.

"you don't think so?" eren questions, tilting his head teasingly.

you scoff, jabbing your nail into his chest harshly until he backed up.

"trust me, baby. i know." you grab the fruit snacks up and join everyone else.

"nah don't run now. thought i couldn't handle you?" eren grinned down at you cockily.

you were bent over onyankopon's guest bed, back arched and face smushed into the sheets.

one thing is for certain, you shouldn't have picked up that fucking cup.

mikasa brought out the liquor and poured everyone a cup.

which led to everyone spending the night at ony's house and crashing in every room.

mikasa and jean took the game room in the basement, ony and zara obviously took his room, while armin crashed on the long L shaped couch with eren.

or well, he should've.

you couldn't stop teasing him in that stupid fucking graphic tee ony lent you for the night.

which led you here, under eren's strong hold and getting your pussy pounded something serious.

"ooouu why you fucking me like this?" you whine out a bit too loud, reaching back to press on his stomach.

but eren shut that down immediately, slapping your hand away and stuffing all eight inches in your gut.

"all fucking talk." eren grumbles to himself, angling his hips upwards and fucking you even harder.

at this angle, his fat tip was slamming right into your g-spot.

your jaw goes slack in a silent scream as you push your ass back onto him, holding onto the pillow.

eren grins over you, slapping the flesh connecting your waist to your thighs.

"good girl.. take this fucking dick." eren grunts out, obsessed with the way your ass ricocheted off his abs.

"wait wait wait! m'gonna make a mess!" you pleaded with him, grabbing his strong arms.

hearing that only made him speed up, staring directly at your pussy as it clenched around him.

you screamed into the pillow, squirting harshly onto the sheets beneath you.

eren pulls out to watch, catching his breath and clapping your ass cheeks together.

when you catch your breath, you turn your head to figure out why he was so quiet behind you.

he stared back at you, before chuckling lightly. "onyankopon is gonna fuck us up." he joked, flipping you onto your back.

you rolled your eyes and get comfortable, staring at him from behind your lashes.

"not us. you. i told you i'd make a mess." you shoot back, letting him lift your legs up.

"uh huh. sure." eren says, not even listening to you as he pushes right back inside of you.

in this position, he reaches deeper inside of you and it makes you whine again.

you can't even think of a remark to say back, because his pace picks up once more.

eren wraps his hand around your throat and leans in, spitting in your mouth.

you accept it gratefully, swallowing and pulling him down to kiss him.

eren groans into the kiss, rutting into harder and rubbing your clit in rough circles.

you moan out, arching your back and grabbing his hand.

"fuck.. gonna make me nut in this pussy." eren groans out, moving his hand off your throat and kissing just below your ear.

you squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure, bucking your hips weakly into him.

what he says doesn't register in your brain, your head going foggy as all you could focus on was how good he was fucking you.

eren starts to mumble something you don't hear clearly, bucking into you wildly.

you cum around him again, locking your knees behind him and digging your nails into his back.

eren groans in your ear, hips stuttering as he shoots thick, hot ropes into your sensitive pussy.

you flinch and whine lightly at the feeling, playing with his hair.

the two of you lay in your combined juices, still coming down from your highs.

eventually, eren turns his head to face you and grins.

"i gotta buy you a plan b?" he questions, rubbing your thigh in slow circles to get your full attention.

you shake your head and close your eyes. "i'm on birth control." you inform, taking a look at your nails.

"you gotta pay for my lashes and nails tho. got me fucked up." you grumble, looking at your broken index nail and missing pinky.

eren laughs at that, pulling out and climbing off the bed to pull his boxers back on.

"can't handle you my ass. don't ever let me hear you say that shit again girl." eren teases, helping you off the bed.

loud knocks make the two of you freeze, grabbing the sheets to cover your still naked.

a loud voice rings out from behind, making you remember exactly where you two were.

"aye make sure yall niggas clean up and take that fucking sheet home! got me fucked up, fucking in my house like that!" onyankopon complains, before walking off.

eren looks back at you with a grin, before slapping the fat of your thigh playfully.

he's never letting you stay over again.

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muwapsturniolo · 8 months

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✯Day at the Beauty Supply✯

Summary: Chris goes to the beauty supply for the first time with his girlfriend.

BLACK READER!!!

Warnings: none really.

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It was time. The annual trip you take every few months to a store you could spend all day in.

The beauty supply.

You could spend all day in the small shop, chatting with the aunties and thinking of all the new hairstyles you could do. If you get lucky, they might have some freshly popped popcorn to give you with your purchase.

Just as you slip on your Crocs, your front door swings open. “Honey I’m home and ready to fu-where are you going?” Chris barges into your home, holding his phone and a Pepsi. “To the store…and what were you ready to do?”

“Fuck you... but now I want to go to the store with you.” I eye him up and down. He's dressed in black pants, some shirt, and his white Air Forces. “Fine, you don’t look like a bum so let’s go.”

“You always say I look like a bum!”

“And do. You’re driving.” I shove my car Keys in his hand and walk out the door.

We get in the car and I put in the directions. “Where are we even going?”

“Beauty supply,” I mumble as I click away on my phone. “Beauty supply? Like Sally’s?” I scrunch my face up and side-eye him. “Uh no. I don’t shop at Sally’s, they don’t have anything I need.” Now Chris is confused.

There’s other beauty supplies than Sally’s?

You two soon arrive, you hopping out before the car is even parked, eagerly rushing towards the door.

You’re in the store before Chris, a basket already in hand, starting to look through the aisles. Chris walks in and freezes at what he sees.

Multiple mannequins, wigs, jewelry, clothes, hell even a deep freezer.

It’s a culture shock for him. Of course he’s been in Sally’s with his mom, but that store was nothing like this.

He quickly walks through the aisles, avoiding the mannequins staring him down as he attempts to look for you. He finds you looking at the shampoos. “These mannequins are scary as fuck.” He mumbles.

You ignore him and continue to look at the shampoos. “I see the one you us-no, I need a different one for my wigs and I’m trying to see what’s better.” You mumble. You end up grabbing a new one as well as the original that you use. You start walking, Chris trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Or so you thought.

“What do you think about pi-Chris?” You turn around and you don’t see him. With furrowed brows, you walk around the store and see Chris looking at the perfume oils.

“Why are all these names so sexual? It’s like your makeup all over again!” A certain memory of your mascara pops into your head making you smile. “Panty dropper? Pussycat? Suck him dry!?” He starts reading off names, a boyish smile taking over his face. “Let’s go, you are not about to sit here and embarrass me.” You grab his hand and attempt to drag him away.

You walk over to the bonnet section and start browsing your options. Once again, Chris gets distracted. He sees packaging with guys on the front, wearing some type of head scarf. In his eyes, it looks cool and he already sees an outfit he could wear with it. He picks up an orange velvet one and starts to put it in your basket. “What are you doing? I don’t need a durag?”

“It’s for me.”

All you can do is blink at him.

“Chris sweetheart, I don’t want you to get canceled so gon' head and put that back.” Now he’s confused. “What? Canceled? Why?” You sigh as you put the durag back on the shelf. “I’m not explaining cultural appropriation to you in the beauty supply. Let’s go.” You end up dragging him towards the styling products.

He gets bored quickly and decided to walk around the store, looking and touching every little thing. Just as he is about to touch one of the products on the shelf, a voice speaks up behind him. “You lost baby?” He turns around and sees an older lady.

She has on bamboo hoops, long curved nails, and her hair is wrapped in some type of fabric. The red lipstick she has on matches her red framed glasses perfectly. “Umm, no?”

“What you doing in here baby? Not to judge but we don’t see too many palm colored folk in here.” His can’t tell if he’s blushing from the pet name, or if he’s embarrassed by her calling him palm colored.

“M-my girlfriend is shopping…” just as he finishes his words, you come around the corner, “there you are! I swear I’m going to have to put you on a leash!” Your basket has seemed to double in size from the last 5 minutes apart.

You see the older woman you have known since you started coming to the store and smile, “how are you miss Cheryl?”

“I’m good puddin pop! I was wondering when I was gonna see you again! I see you brought your lil friend with you.” Cheryl raises her brow. “Was he being bad? Chris, I told you not to embarrass me!”

“I did-he was good sugar. He just looked lost. Are you done shopping?” You nod and she guides y’all over to the register. She begins scanning everything out but stops when she gets to a fragrance oil, “lick me all over? Baby you usually go for the shea butter.” You turn to Chris who is smiling innocently.

“My momma would have popped you for touching and sneaking stuff into the basket.” You mutter as you tell Cheryl to keep it.

She finishes ringing y’all up and you go to pay, “$300 baby, I applied my discount since you’re my favorite.” You go to pay but Chris snatches your card out of your hand.

“Excuse you,”

He gives you a nasty look, “when have you ever paid for anything since you have been with me? Exactly. So put the card away, add on the lipglosses you have been eyeing, and stop trying to embarrass me.”

“Aww shit yall, our lil puddin pop got her man with money!” The other older women start to laugh and chatter. You huff as you grab a few glosses and put them on the counter. Chris taps his phone, a faint hue of pink on his cheeks as the women hype him up for paying. “You better keep him, not a lot of men gon pay for your stuff at the beauty supply chile.” You look at Chris as he grabs your bags.

“I am.”

Before yall walk out you stop and turn to Cheryl who already has what you want in her hand. “You and this damn popcorn! Now get outta here and go love on your man.” You giggle and grab the popcorn before skipping out of the store and to the car.

You and Chris finally make it back to your place and you begin to put everything away. After a quick shower, you join Chris on the couch, straddling his lap. “Mm you smell good.” He says as he kisses your neck.

“Lick me all over.”

He snaps his head up in confusion. “What?”

“The fragrance you snuck in, lick me all over, I’m wearing it.” A smile breaks out on to his face. “I like it, it’s different from your usual fragrances…it does make me want to lick you all over.”

He attempts to lay you down on the couch but you stop him, getting down on your knees between his legs.

You hum and and begin to unbutton his pants, “let me say thank you for buying my stuff.”

Chris smirks as you begin to do your work on him

“Thank god for the beauty supply.”

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little thing i came up with based off of this headcanon i did !!!! i hope yall like it!!!

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spliffymae · 1 year

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nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

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ozonecologne · 5 months

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like HOW did you do the shading on that lnx piece!! the velvet?

🥰 I will happily walk you through my layer process for this piece!

First, I do a sketch of my subject from reference to get the general shape of things. Once I'm happy with it, I line everything in solid black with a default hard round brush.

You can see the outline of the durag above the forehead here, and my navigation panel to the right that shows where in the piece this is overall. This canvas was 8.5x11 inches at 720dpi, so I think the size of this outline brush was 15px? I think the smaller lines were a 5px, used with a really low pressure.

Once everything is outlined, I add a base color layer underneath the outline layer. I try to match this color to the reference as best as I can just using my eyes, but sometimes I help myself out by color picking the middle tone. I'm still learning about color so this step is hard for me. Cheat when you can!!!!

Once the main color is under there, I look really carefully at my reference and block in the shadows and variations in the colors that I can see, checking myself with the color picker as I go. I'm sure someday I will get faster at this, but color theory is hard 😮‍💨

I noticed a gray reflective purple-y shadow at the front, but also that the velour/velvet is not uniform. I use a soft round brush at different levels of opacity to make little dots that really tell you what texture this is, and then make the brush bigger and softer to unify them with some longer strokes. There's no rhyme or reason to this part, I just flip really fast between my canvas and the reference image to try and paint what I see.

Once all these colors are more are less where they're supposed to be, I adjust the line art color with clipping masks to make the shape a bit more organic. I just match the surrounding colors I've blocked in so we have a smooth blend, also paying attention to edge highlights.

Time for the bigger and brighter highlights to make everything pop! I lay down some bigger shapes first, like these long strokes of white that I soften at the edges with a low opacity soft round eraser.

You can see on the navigation bar to the right what the zoomed-out piece looks like at this stage. It's getting there, but there's a lot more texture and brighter highlights on this area! To really make it look like velour, I zoomed in on the reference image and noticed that a lot of the highlights at the front here are actually more of those dot shapes. That's what makes it look soft to the touch. I use a really small soft round brush at full opacity to pop those in:

YEAHHHHH now we're talking.

I've spent a lot of time on this area, so I'm ready to move on! Once the whole piece is finished, I use a trick that I learned from Elicia by duplicating everything I've drawn, merging it into one layer, blurring it, and lowering the opacity.

It might not be that noticeable here, but zoomed out it gives the whole piece a bit of a glow and softens up the lines. It makes the painting a little less crisp, a little more dreamy. I love learning tips like this from other artists I admire -- it doesn't always work out when you try to map someone else's style onto your own, but sometimes you find something that really sticks!

Finally, I put on some adjustment layers. I especially like to play with saturation since my color theory is still not that good, and I always worry about my contrast so I usually do a curves layer as well (lighten up the lights, darken up the darks). I'm also a fan of a nice pink overlay, but I didn't do that here. I don't think it needed it!

So now I'm done! And here's the finished piece:

Looks great :) Hope this is cool to you!!!

#my art #replies #anon #lil nas x #it's been a while since i did a process walk-through! i hope this is good :)#i don't do progress videos because a) idk how to do that but also b) i zoom in likE CRAZY and also flip between canvases #and i just feel like that would be a nightmare to watch #so hopefully screenshots do it for you!#also please do not roast me on my layers i know that says layer 482 #it's a big piece!!!!!!

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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10. nympho.

The morning breeze glides over their bodies, while they continue to lay in their comfortable slumber.

The slightly open window allows the scent of fresh rain to waft through the room. A couple of drops, soon turn into a light drizzle.

The sound echoes against the brick foundation, pulling Roderick from his sleep. Stretching and twisting his body to awaken his bones, he looks down to see Stevie still fast asleep.

Unable to control it, a smile spreads across his face in remembrance of what took place the night before. His head finds his pillow and his hand finds her back, becoming comfortable again.

She hums and slides up on his chest, burying her head into the crook of his neck. He wraps both arms around her, keeping her as close as possible.

"Good morning, babygirl." She responds by placing butterfly kisses over the deep red love marks that she created.

"Good morning." Her voice comes out small. Rod lets out a soft laugh and turns his head to place a kiss on her flushed cheek.

Stevie lifts her head from his neck, and turns towards the window. She watches the steady rain hit the tops of the trees. The different hues of grey swirl around in the sky and a flash of lighting strikes.

"How long has it been raining?" She now turns her head to face him.

"It was raining when I woke up and I haven't been up that long." She nods and reaches up to play with his beard. He kisses the side of her hand.

"Do you have to work today?" He asks, tightening his velvet durag over his low-cut.

"Yeah, I've had a couple days off, along with the day I requested for my birthday. I don't go in until three, though. What about you?"

"I work late shifts, so I go in at six, like usual." She nods, tracing a scratch on his chest, that's almost an inch long. Also, her doing.

"Does that bother you? I mean, I know you're a man and everything, but... do you get scared?"

"Nah, I keep a gun on me. Ain't nobody stupid enough to try me, anyway."

She leans up from his chest, and the cover falls away from her breasts. His eyes dance across her face and lower onto her mahogany nipples.

The deep, dazed look on his face makes the inside of her thighs heat up. She grabs his hand and cups it over her flesh, releasing a soft moan, just to tease him.

Elevating from the soft pillows, his back slides towards the headboard, while she straddles his lap. His hand slides down to hold her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

The rain starts to pick up outside, causing the air in the room to thicken and mix with the sexual tension.

"You're something else," a soft kiss is placed in between her breasts.

"I didn't even do anything." His hand wraps around her throat, causing her arousal to drip onto him. He places another kiss on her neck.

"You don't even have to, babygirl."

Finally reaching each others' lips, those sparks go off in her head, yet again. She caresses the sides of his face.

Reaching between her legs, she grips his bare length in her hand. His eyes stay glued to her face, while she closes her own and slides down onto him.

"Fuck" her back arches and her hands fall onto his shoulders, holding herself up. He grunts, his gaze never leaving her face.

Her hips move sharply against his own, causing his stomach to tighten. Her mouth drops open, allowing her whimpers to float through the air.

"Shiiitt... just like that." The back of his head lays against the headboard, while Stevie continues to swivel and bounce.

"Unh! You feel so good, baby!"

He tucks his lip in between his teeth, gripping her hip to try and slow her down.

The feeling of his veiny girth rubbing against her slick, tight walls drives them both insane. She tosses her head back.

"Oh fuckkk." She slows down, momentarily. Her heavy breathing sounds throughout the room.

Rod takes it upon himself to grip her hips and begin thrusting his hips upward.

Stevie's mouth falls open, but not a sound escapes.

She wraps her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his skin, trying ever so desperately to form some kind of sentence.

"Like this? Huh?"

Her eyes roll back as a "yes!" floats in the air.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" The strong sensation returns and he drives into her like a madman.

"Oh!" Her back caves in and her thighs tremble. Her orgasm washes over her, and Rod isn't too close behind.

"Fuck, lift up." Ending their connection, he releases on her thigh and stomach. Her hair falls around her, sticking to her sweaty skin.

They slide away from the headboard, completely collapsing on top of each other.

As time carried on, eventually Stevie had to get her day started. She takes a shower at Rod's place and puts back on her clothes from the previous night.

Dropping her back off at home, he kisses her forehead and tells her that he'll call her later. She nods and hesitantly heads into the house, neither of them wanting to part ways.

Behind the front door, her best friend is waiting and ready for every little detail. Stevie chuckles and heads up the stairs with Tyler trailing behind her.

"Alright, so let's hear it." Sitting in her computer chair, she swivels around and waits patiently (read impatiently).

"What if I don't wanna tell you?" She rolls her eyes and pops Stevie on her sore thigh.

"I know yo ass didn't limp all the way in here, to be stingy! Your birthday was two days ago, I will fight you."

"Bit— fine, whatever." Sitting on her bed, she crosses one leg over the other and clears her throat. Dramatic as usual.

"He came and picked me up last night and told me that there was a surprise waiting for me at his place. I already kinda knew what was going on, but I didn't wanna ruin it by asking questions. So, I waited until we got there and girl!"

"What??" She giggles.

"Rose petals covering the steps, candles lit and everything! It was perfect.." she sighs happily, placing her chin in her hand.

"Awwww how sweet! Now, how was the dick?" Her eyes widen.

"Phenomenal! I thought I was dreaming. I mean, of course it hurt a little bit, but after the pain went away, I had the time of my fucking life." She flips her hair over her shoulder, and Tyler shakes her head.

"Watch yo ass become addicted... no pun intended."

She raises an eyebrow. "Shit, I might. I'm sure there's many levels to that dick."

"You're fucking sprung." She starts clapping.

"I was sprung before I had sex with him, this is just a very, very good— wonderful bonus." She fans herself, making Tyler crack up even more.

"I cannot stand you. You legit changed, overnight."

"Oh, I had sex again, before I came back here."

Tyler throws her hands up.

"See, it's already happening! Chocolate daddy is gonna have to put you in time out."

"Girl, please!" She waves her off, gets up and heads towards her dresser to grab her uniform.

"Wow, I feel like you haven't been to work in weeks!"

"Lies. I went to work last week!"

"How many days? Three?"

"Nah, it might've been exactly a whole wee— fuck you, Tyler!" She starts laughing.

"When's the last time you went to work?"

"Yesterday. While your fast ass was getting dicked down!" She smacks her leg again, this time leaving out.

"Ouch! Bitch, that hurt!" Stevie rubs her stinging skin and sits her uniform on her bed, before quickly changing into it.

"And, I know you used my perfume." She comes back into the room.

"What perfume?" She plays stupid and pulls on her jeans.

"Girl, don't play dumb—"

"I ain't playin'." The smug smirk on her face makes Tyler suck her teeth.

"You're annoying."

"I know!"

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I haven't even been here for an hour, and I'm ready to go. It's crazy, cause nobody here is even bothering me. I just... really miss my boyfriend.

Maybe I miss his dick, too.

"Are you alright?" She sighs and nods, not even looking to see who's asking her the question.

"Are you sure?"

She gives the group of teenagers their coffee and turns to her left, finding her new coworker, Rena. She's a sweet girl and all, but she's kinda pushy.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm just bored."

"Stevie, come here for a second." Claire says, peeking her head out from around the corner.

She gives Rena a smile, before heading in the opposite direction towards Claire.

"What's up?"

Claire stares at her for a second, before smiling widely.

"You had sex, didn't you?"

Stevie squints at her.

"What are yo— how'd you know that?"

She starts laughing.

"You're glowing!" She pokes her cheek. Stevie shoos her hand away and laughs.

"Am I really?"

"Yes! Walking in here, looking like an angel! I mean, you're already freaking gorgeous, but this glow is doing it for you."

"Girl... it was so good." She facepalms, and fake sobs into her wrist.

Claire starts laughing and cheering.

"With a face like that, I'd sure hope so!"

"My best friend thinks I'm gonna get addicted. I say, she's crazy."

"Well, she's not necessarily wrong. I mean, this is the first person that you've ever had sex with, but I don't see becoming addicted is a bad thing. If it's reciprocated, just say y'all love fucking each other." She snorts.

"Stevie, your boyfriend's here." Rena points towards the counter, and as if on cue, he sticks his head out and smiles at her.

"Wow, must be nice." Claire scoffs.

Stevie squeezes past her and heads back towards the counter.

"Hey beautiful." He greets, making her blush, effortlessly.

"Hey handsome. Your girlfriend let you walk outta the house, lookin' that fine?" He licks those lips. Sweet Jesus.

"That, she did. What about you, though?"

"What about me, baby?"

"Ya man know you out here lookin' like an angel? I bet you bat them lashes and get anything you want." His hand brushes over hers, causing her heart to skip a literal beat."

"If y'all don't get a room!" Claire laughs and sends her through the door, so that she's face to face with him.

"It's slow in here, anyway. You're fine."

Stevie hears that and pulls Rod outside.

The summer sun hits her arms and face. He wraps his arm around her and they head towards his Jeep.

"Where we goin?" She asks.

He smirks and opens the back door, low key tossing her inside.

"Are there cameras behind the building?"

She tucks her lips in and shakes her head. He laughs at her expression and hops in the front seat.

Pulling out of the parking space, he rounds the back, which happens to be vacant. Hopping out the front seat, he pulls his shirt over his head and opens her door.

Sliding in beside her, he closes the door behind himself. She crawls into his lap.

"This what you came to see me for, huh?"

"Hey, you're the one that pulled me outside. How you know I ain't just wanna grab a cup of coffee and chill withchu?"

She playfully rolls her eyes.

"Cause for one, you're a terrible liar and two, you've been playing with the hem of my shirt, since we came outside."

"Take it off, then." His voice drops down an octave, sending a shock through her. She pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it in the front seat.

"I wanna try sumn," he moves her from his lap to his side, "get on your knees."

She raises herself up and faces the window.

Feeling him hover over her, popping the button on her jeans. Instead of pulling them down, he slides his hand into her panties.

She sucks in a breath, feeling his fingers massage her folds.

"You been thinkin' bout this dick all day, huh?" Swiping her hair away from her neck, his soft lips meet her skin, earning a sweet moan.

"Huh? You wet as hell, babygirl." Sliding a finger inside, her head lolls forward, a hand latching onto his arm.

"Fuck..." removing his hand, her jeans and panties pool at the fold of her legs. She felt his dick slide between her lower lips, making her even wetter.

She reaches back and grips his hip, trying to push him inside of her. He grips her arm and holds it behind her back.

"Uh uh, you gotta tell me what you want." His lips brush against her ear and neck.

"Fuck me."

Without hesitation, he glides into her and delivers those strokes she'd been dying to feel, making her dig her nails into the seat.

"Fuuuck... you wrap round that dick so good."

"Unh! Just like..... just like that," she feels her juices slide down her leg, as she grips the edge of the seat.

"That feels so good, baby!"

"This whatchu been waitin' on, huh?"

She nods frantically, unable to stop her moans as she starts to clench around him.

"Huh? Tell me." His free hand wraps around her neck, tightly.

"Yes,yes,yes!" She cries out, her spot being hit too precisely.

"You gon cum on this dick, baby?"

"Shit... yes! I'm gonna cum!"

He growls into her ear, continuously pounding into her.

"Keep fucking me, baby.... I'm so c-close!" She squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her hips the best she can against his heavy strokes.

"Fuck— ima cum, babygirl." He grunts.

“Ooh shit,” her orgasm rattles through, causing her body to jerk.

"Ugh, god dammit." His hand closes around her throat and she feels him swell inside her, filling her before he can properly think about it, this time.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he pleads, kissing the middle of her back.

“It's okay,” she breathes.

He pulls away and helps her fix her clothes. She sits back on his lap and kisses him.

His free hand caresses her neck, while his lips find hers again. He moans against her lips.

"Mm, don't do that." She pulls away from him and reaches for her shirt. He dips down and kisses her stomach.

"I wish I didn't have to go." He frowns.

She pulls her shirt back on and pulls her hair up into a ponytail.

"Me too. Just imagine if my boss wasn't cool, I'd definitely be fired by now." He laughs.

"What time do you get off?"

"Nine fifteen, at the latest. What about you?"

"Ten. You wanna do a late movie date? I can come pick you up and we can go back to my place or I can come to yours, we can order pizza or Chinese and watch all those aggravating ass movies you like." He says, making her giggle.

"Alright, let's do it at your place. Tyler knows no boundaries." She opens the door and hops out, heading towards the passenger seat.

He gets back in the front seat and drives back around to the front of the building, both of them hopping out.

"I definitely need a coffee, now." He holds the door open for her and smacks her ass, as she heads inside.

Stevie catches sight of an older white woman turning her nose up at them.

"Mind your business." She says, making her quickly turn her head.

Rod chuckles and kisses her forehead, before she heads back through the door, grabbing her apron off the hook and begins making his coffee.

"Can you add an extra chocolate drizzle in there for me, babygirl?" She looks back and sees his lips twisted into that smirk that makes her knees weak.

She nods, quickly turning back before her blush gives her away as she makes the coffee, soon handing it off.

He slides a twenty her way. "Put this in your tip jar."

She folds the twenty and slips it inside her purple mason jar, sliding his card and handing it back to him.

"Thank you, babe." He winks at her and grabs a straw and his receipt.

"Of course."

"You make the best coffee, I swear."

She twirls the end of her ponytail. "You're too sweet."

He puts the straw back between his lips, humming to himself.

"This tastes almost as sweet as you."

She shakes her head and pulls her hand out of his grasp.

"Shut up,"

"Nah I'm playin', cause nothing can compare to the sugar bowl you got between ya legs, girl." She closes her eyes for a brief second, before pushing him away from the counter.

He starts laughing. "You kickin' me out, now?"

"Yep, cause you tryna get me started. Again."

"I ain't even—"

"Bye!” She puts extra emphasis on the end of the word. He blinks, dramatically.

"Aight, babygirl. I'll see you later."

"Gimme kiss." She leans on the counter with her lips poked out. He leans down and presses a couple pecks on them, making her pout.

"Don't pout." He grabs his coffee and heads out the door, into the light rain.

She sighs and looks around at the handful of customers. Alana slides up beside her, she looks over at her and smiles.

"How long have you been here?" She asks, an identical smile on her own face.

She stares ahead at the clock on the wall. It reads 5:04 p.m.

"A little before three. What about you?"

"I just got in a couple minutes, ago. Just in time to see the love fest!" She pokes her hip.

"Ugh, cut it out!"

"You love him!" A smile breaks out, before she can stop it.

She gasps. "You do?!"

She holds her index finger to her lips, quieting her coworker down.

"I— I don't know.... I just think it's infatuation, at the moment."

"Well, why is that?"

"Well, we've only been together for a month. We just started having sex, and I feel like our main focus is on that subject, at the moment. I'm not saying that me loving him and vice versa isn't possible, but we're just being semi-irresponsible adults, right now."

She nods. "You didn't think any of this was gonna happen, did you?"

"Not at all. I mean, we just bumped into each other— literally, and ever since then, we've been tied to each other's hip."

"I wish that'd happen to me, man. You've got that... spontaneous love. It came outta the blue and it's so cute!"

Claire smacks Stevie's butt and joins in on the conversation.

"I know right! I want them to get married and have babies, already!"

She gives her boss a strange look.

"Woah. I don't know about all of that. I haven't even met his mom…marriage and babies? We haven't even said I love you yet. Y'all have got to chill."

They start laughing.

"We're just playin' girl!"

She side-eyes them, before turning back towards the wide windows. The rain is coming down a little bit harder now.

"Yeah... okay."

"So Claire," Alana starts, "how's that girlfriend of yours doing?"

Stevie's eyes widen and she turns back around.

"Wait... you have a girlfriend?"

She nods, twirling a curl around her finger.

"Yeah, we've been together for about six months."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"You didn't ask, sweet cakes."

"Well... I don't like asking people about their personal life. It seems intrusive. I take what you tell me, ya know?"

"Well, it can be... but, it's you, so I woulda told you." She rubs the side of her shoulder.

"Alright. So... what's her name?"

"Bianca," she gets this dreamy look in her eyes, "she's five feet and eight inches of chocolate goodness. Thick in all the ways. Sweet as taffy. I swear I love her." She smiles.

"Awww, how cute!" Stevie smirks.

"She reminds me of your boyfriend. From what I've witnessed, he's dangerously smooth. Am I right?"

"Girl... he gets on my nerves with his smooth ass." She giggles.

"Bianca's the same way! It's sickening, cause I always end up doing what she wants me to do."

"Oh, girl. I understand. Trust me.” Stevie stresses.

A bolt of lightning strikes, followed by a boom of thunder, making them jump and a baby starts crying.

She looks over and sees a couple by the window. The mom is comforting the tiny baby, while the dad sips his coffee.

"Yeah, I think it's a no on kids."

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"Boy, fuck you." She stuffs a fistful of Cheetos in her mouth. Rod side-eyes her, before finishing off his third slice of pizza.

"I think we've done enough of that, for one day."

She scoffs a laugh and turns her attention back to the movie he picked out; Friday.

"Damn. Ain't nothin' in this house. Every time I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen. In the goddamn refrigerator, eatin' all the food— all the chicken, all the pig feet, all the collard greens, all the hog maws. I wanna eat some chitlins. I like pig feet!"

"You should feel very lucky."

"Why is that?"

"I took a nap as soon as I got home, just to stay up with you, tonight."

"You coulda fell asleep on my couch, I wouldn't have cared. I just wanted you with me."

She grabs another slice of pizza from the box, beginning to pick the pepperonis off.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. I wanted to be awake."

"We could've rescheduled, babe. It's not that big of a deal." She sighs, deciding to leave well enough alone.

She grabs the cup of ranch and dips her pizza into it. Smokey's currently getting verbally abused by Debo, and she's enjoying every minute of it.

"A fucking nut."

"Is what you need." He says, playfully.

Her lips part slightly, trying to decide whether to say something or just ignore him.

She goes with the latter.

Stuffing another handful of Cheetos in her mouth, she repositions herself on the midnight blue couch pillows.

He lets out a laugh, before pulling at the bottom of her sweats. Instead of getting dolled up, her exhaustion forced her to pull on an old Prince T-shirt and her gray sweats. Her hair is also up in a bun, sloppily on top of her head.

To him, however, she's never looked so beautiful.

"C'mere," he lowly speaks, tugging again as she side-eyes him, before sliding the pizza box up some and crawling into his lap.

Instead of turning their movie date into something that'll for sure deplete the rest of her energy, Rod drapes his arms across her waist and places his head into her neck.

"You tired?" He asks.

She shakes her head, sinking down in his hold.

"Just real comfy."

Reaching up to close the pizza boxes, he shifts until he finds a comfortable spot on the heap of pillows.

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Jolting out of sleep a few hours later, Stevie lets out a quick, harsh breath. Her heart's beating like an African drum and tears stain her face.

This is the first bad dream that she's had, in regards to John and whatever actually happened to him.

Wiping her face, a hand starts rubbing circles into her back. She jumps again, darting her eyes towards a groggy Rod.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

Shaking her head, she looks around and realizes that they're in his bedroom now.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Letting out a breath, she watches him sit up and scoot closer to her. She lays her head on his shoulder.

"Bad dream." Is all she says. She can't bring herself to explain it to him, and he just wraps an arm around her, placing those sweet kisses on her forehead.

"Was it about ol boy?"

"Yeah.... I don't wanna talk about it. It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Wiping away another set of salty tears, she assures him.

An uneasy feeling washes over him, watching her slide from underneath the covers and down the hall to the bathroom.

He lets out a sigh, rubbing his hand down his face. Internally frustrated is a good way to put how he's feeling, at the moment.

Stevie pats a small wad of tissue underneath her swollen eyelids.

"Ugh," tossing it into the small teal trash can, she pulls the elastic band from her hair and redoes her bun.

"Stevie," his voice is heard before his face is seen, leaning against the doorframe. Her gaze shifts to his, watching his brows furrow.

"Talk to me." She lets out a sigh, turning to face him.

"It's fine."

"You're in here crying. Just talk to me. Please." He walks inside and stands beside her.

"I don't know what it is, truthfully. I just saw him— those eyes, those devil eyes and then I saw you gut him like a fish, basically... not that he doesn't deserve it, cause if anybody! But..." playing with the light purple polish on her nails, she tries to gather her thoughts.

"But?" He asks.

"I just don't know what you're capable of... in that mode or mindset, I guess? It just scares me a little bit."

"You're scared of me?"

She looks at him now, shaking her head.

"No, baby. I'm just saying, when it comes to.. doing what you gotta do, how far do you go?" His shoulders slouch.

"Stevie,"

"Come on, I know that I said I didn't wanna know, but I changed my mind."

Letting out another long sigh, he hops up on the counter.

"Aight. You want the long, detailed version? Or do you want the short version?"

"Detailed. I wanna know everything."

"Okay. After I left, I had my boy run his information through the system and we pulled up on him."

"Who's your boy?"

"Josh."

"Y'all close?"

His lips curl into a crooked smirk.

"He's like my mother's kid."

She hums and he continues. "We got there just in time, like I told you. He had just tucked that gun in the back of his pants, when Josh knocked him out." She moves to stand in front of him.

"...then, what happened?"

"Why do you wanna know, all of a sudden?"

"So, my mind can be at ease."

"It's definitely gonna do the opposite.”

"Just finish the story."

"Aight, fine. We drove out to one of those abandoned buildings— well, it's pretty hallowed out. Uh... I beat his ass, talked my shit and then I shot him." Shrugging his shoulders, he stares at her.

Her eyes hold no emotion.

"Say something."

It's her turn to shrug. "Well... I asked. I don't wanna know anything else, cause I'm sure my imagination has already made up enough scenarios on how that shit ended."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that. He had it coming." She throws her arms around his neck, going in for a kiss or two.

"Your mind’s at ease, now?"

"Nah."

He starts laughing.

"I told you!"

"It doesn't matter."

He kisses her again, pulling her out of the bathroom and back into his room.

Going back to sleep wasn't easy, but it's not like she was really that tired anymore. Her mind was all over the place, about nothing in particular.

She wakes up for a second time and stares at the clock, which reads 8:45 a.m.

She rolls over and reaches out for Rod, only to hit the mattress. Slowly climbing outta bed, she steps out into the hallway.

She leans over the banister, making out his voice and a deep, feminine one.

Should I stay up here? Should I go down there?

Glancing down at her attire, she scurries back in the room and pulls her sweats back on.

Walking down the stairs, she found that the cushions were placed back on the couch and the pizza boxes and red plastic cups were nowhere to be found.

"Hm,"

Heading deeper into the living room, she sees a woman leaning on the doorframe that leads to Rod's spacious kitchen.

"Well, she must be quite the girl." As soon as she finishes her sentence, she looks in Stevie's direction.

"Oh, uh..." She stumbles, as Rod steps out of the kitchen.

Taking another look at the woman beside him, she realizes that she's the same woman in that picture. His mom.

"Hey, babe," his hand grabs hers, pulling her closer to them. She smiles, nervously.

"Sorry. I didn't know where you were and," he cuts her off with a kiss on the forehead. His mom smiles.

"It's cool, don't worry about it." He looks in his mom's direction and back, "uh, I didn't think y'all would be meeting so soon, but this is my mom. Ma, this is my girlfriend, Stevie."

On instinct, Stevie holds her hand out for his mom to take, but she had other plans.

Softly pushing her hand away, she pulls Stevie into a warm hug that only a mother could give.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Stevie." Relaxing in her embrace, Stevie starts giggling. "You can call me Viv."

"It's so good to meet you, too, Viv." She steps back and shifts her weight, awkwardly. "I know this isn't the greatest impress—"

"Uh uh," she waves her hand, "we're all grown here. You don't owe me any type of explanation, dear." She flashes a smile, similar to the one that Rod possesses.

A small smirk plays on his lips, watching them interact.

"We were actually talking about you." Stevie's cheeks flush red. Rod starts laughing, while grabbing her hand to pull her towards the kitchen.

"Good things, I hope." Sitting on the stools around the island, he smiles at her.

"Of course! It seems like you're the perfect angel. That's always good to hear, ya know." Viv says.

"Well, I've heard the sweetest things about you, too. He talks about you, all the time."

Viv reaches up to touch Rod's cheek, causing the heat to spread across his face like a wildfire.

"I haven't ever heard him gush about a girl this much." Stevie's face turns red as well. She looks over to see him already looking at her.

"Well," she tears her eyes away from him and repositions herself in her seat, "he's my first boyfriend, so I can definitely say the same."

"Oh, how precious is that!"

She pulls an envelope out of her purse and sits it in front of Rod. "I originally came to bring this to you. Open it later, okay?" His brows furrow, but he nods.

"Alright," she turns back to Stevie, "it was a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. I hope to see you again."

“I hope so, too!” She smiles.

"You will." Rod states matter-of-factly.

His mom lets out a pleased laugh, before rising up from her seat. He leans towards Stevie and kisses her forehead.

"I'll be right back." She nods, beginning to play with her chipped nail polish. The smile’s still partially evident from her side profile, while he heads towards the door behind his mom.

"Keep the beautiful smile on the girls' face. She seems like she really likes you." Rod smiles to himself.

"I really like her, too." She gives him a knowing look, before opening the door.

"Ma," he drags out. "We've been together for like two months. That just started and I was already head over heels for her. I promise."

"Mhm. I knew it."

He lets out a boisterous laugh, heavily laying his hand on her shoulder. She watches as his shoulders bounce.

"It's time to go, now. You're a mess." She waves him off and places a kiss on his forehead.

"Alright, I'll get out of your hair. I love you."

"I love you, more." She descends down the stairs and gets into her red Honda Civic. He watches her back out of the driveway and disappear down the street.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he walks back into the kitchen to find Stevie eating some strawberries.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he places kisses on the left side of her face and neck.

"Your mom is sweet."

"Just as sweet as you and these strawberries." A smile finds its way into her face. She turns around in his hold, holding the strawberry up to his mouth.

Biting a big portion of the succulent fruit, the juice runs down the side of his mouth. She innocently leans forward and licks it away.

He stares down at her, with a raised eyebrow. "Whatchu tryna do in this kitchen, girl?"

She lets out a giggle, throwing her hands up. "I—nothing! I was just helping you out. That's it."

"Mm. That's it, huh?" She nods, backing away from him. He follows, reaching out for her hand.

Her laughter fills his ears, as he wraps her back up in his hold.

"What do you want to do today?" They walk back into the living, plopping down on the gray couch, right in front of the tv.

"Hm... let's go to the park." Her childlike expression makes him laugh.

"Aight, babe. When do you wanna go?" She glances at the digital clock underneath the tv.

"Hm, like around one or so? Sounds good?" She looks up at him, watching as he nods, looking down at her.

"So, what do you wanna do in the meantime?" She gives him a look, before getting off his lap.

"I got something in mind."

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Strolling through Central Park, hand in hand, Rod listens to her talk about her childhood.

"My dad and I used to come here, all the time." She stares at the tulips on other side of the park. "He used to pick the yellow tulips out for me. I don't even like yellow, but I didn't have the heart to tell him."

"Aw, that's cute. I used to come here, a lot, too. Before things kinda went outta control." She watches his shoulders slouch.

"What do you mean?"

"Eh, my parents have never been fond of each other. But, when I was like eleven, my mom and I came to the park one day and my dad called. I don't know what the conversation was about, but it made my mom so upset that she threatened to kill him if he ever came around me." He twists his lips up and shrugs.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"It's cool. I've only seen ‘em once, to my recollection, so I ain't really trippin. I just wanted my mom to be happy."

She smiles, "well, you're her world. Of course she's happy."

"She's mine, too."

"That's totally obvious! You look just so much like her, it's crazy."

"I get that, every time I got back home." He looks over at her, watching her push her hair behind her ear. "You look like your mom, too."

She makes a face, but straightens it. "As long as I don't act like her." He chuckles.

"Parents can screw a kid up, huh?"

"No doubt. I've got a question though.”

“Mhm?”

“Is the house a hand-me-down, too?”

“Kinda, yeah. Ma works in real estate. She got in real good with her last clients and ended up getting a big bonus, right? So she was able to find a nicer place for herself, closer to where her office is. Since I've only got a year left in college, she went ahead and set me up so I wouldn't have to pay rent for an apartment and pay for my classes.”

“Ohh, okay. That makes lots of sense. My parents did the same for Tyler and I.”

“They're not all bad, huh?” He nudges her.

“Yeah, they're alright when they wanna be. We're actually getting back on okay terms, so I'll hold my breath a little.” She laughs, as they continue down the path.

“Look, there's some pink tulips. You like pink?” He asks, stopping in front of them.

“Sometimes,” she shrugs, holding his arm a bit tighter.

He plucks a couple, turning to her with a grin. “Flowers for my flower.”

“Aw,” she takes them, “you're so corny!”

“Is that why you're blushing?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, both of them falling into a fit of laughter.

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