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Eiii, hi! How are you? I came across your Ramos stories, and theyâre honestly so well written. I wanted to ask if you could write another smut one-shot about Ramos where he eats a âloveâ chocolate and then becomes needy, desperate, mean, and rough because he finds out the chocolate was left there on purpose.
Thank you if you decide to write it! (I know your Ramos series is a few years old, but I arrived late to Tumblr :,) ) Anyway, I hope you have a great day, and happy writing if youâre working on something!
Hi! I'm fine thanks and you? Yeah I want to write about Ramos again in the future. Thanks for your kind words đ«¶đŸ
For now I'm not taking requests because I have many wips to finish đ but I have a one shot idea with Ramos don't worry.
GIRL IM SCREAMING. why are they on X and TikTok saying they wished they knew VVD during his cheating daysđđđ cuz they wouldâve had a chanceđ https://x.com/dollifiedtrade/status/2081118978013847746?s=46&t=PaMJHcllEnQ-BtgBUhHE9Q
Shit Iâm not no side chick or home wrecker but if the home is already wrecked by him, lemme get an hour in a room with big daddy virgil đ
I've seen it this morning đ I laughed out loud. I mean if he opened the door to wreck the home girl, that's on him đ
I need to whatever possessed him when he posted that bathroom selfie yk with the towel and curls all out!!! To fucking possess him again like pleassseeeeeđđ
So I just got into Djed Spence and I want to say the way you write about different themes and tactile different topics that are not your typical found a hot baller and weâre fucking.
Youâre so good at coming up with different touchy subjects that people leave alone because it can cause controversy and you do it so well. This was such a beautiful read, I thoroughly enjoyed it keep it up.
Oh thank you so much! Your message means a lot. Truly appreciate it đ«¶đŸđ
Summary : One childhood friend group. 2 potential lovers. One confession.
Warnings : nothing but fluff - WC : 2.9k
A/N : Another short story I want to share with you. Yeah here and there, I can do fluff too. I might not be a fluff girly at heart but I really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you guys enjoy it the same I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the love and support.
Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact. Don't be shy. That's why the anon button exists. English is not my first language.
Afrohouse blasts in the back when her phone vibrates on the table. At first, she wants to ignore to fully focus on the current gossip and the orange-pink sky behind Mira, one of her closest friends. One name on her screen is all it takes to make her change her mind at a speed her brain can barely process. The grin on her face gives more information than what she would actually like to share.Â
Mira pauses her gossip session to wiggle her eyebrows. âYeah, go join your man.âÂ
The entire table of five start to whistle loudly, clearly enjoying the reactions their tease caused. At this point, she was too tired to roll her eyes at their antics.Â
âIâll be right back.â She announces to the group, merely leaving them any opportunity to comment as she walks away. Apparently her feet could not carry her fast enough as she hears, âHope you guys kiss this time!â
Keylan, the loudest in the group, makes the most about the situation. On multiple occasions he has expressed his support for their âsilentâ romance. âYouâre part of the mini family. Things would be so much easier.â To which she rarely comments except to brush the idea off.Â
Maybe in another universe. For now, she will have to accept her reality. A childhood friendship. Nothing more. The package came with unique chemistry but also many inconveniences. Particularly hearing about his girlfriends, flings and dating life in general.
A few years ago, hearing him opening up about the subject did not do much. Years passed by and they both matured. The task became harder to accomplish with a fully developed brain. The first heart clench alerted her and worried her. With time, she learned how to build a solid shield to protect herself. Today, she made peace with the situation.Â
She will never be one of those girls he talks to or desires. Imagining anything else and blindly hoping were slow poison that would eventually kill her from the inside. The only remedy was to come to the conclusion that things were better that way.Â
The sand kisses her feet as she makes her way on the beach. Her eyes squint, fighting the small grain that wanted to force their way inside of her pupils. Djed sits there, his denim shorts ruined with a visible white stain. His hands behind him as he observes the sunset.Â
âEarth is calling you!â She jokes before sitting down by his side, carefully arranging her orange cotton dress. His favourite colour on her. Although she promised to stop. Her subconscious had a harder time accepting reality. Each gesture or choice to earn a compliment or an intense stare is worthy. Not to boost a self-confidence she steadily built over the years, but having additional images for her daydreams would not hurt anyone.
Those attempts would certainly not change his mind, but she enjoys his reactions nonetheless. Three days ago, the man showered her with compliments on her orange swimsuit.Â
âThe swimsuit is clean!â
âThanks, Djed. Could have done better with yours.â She mocked, poking her tongue out. The two of them ended up splashing one another, fuelling the speculation going around in their group of friends. Despite being a childhood group of friends, Djed and she stood apart, according to the rest of the group. The jokes no one else could understand, the never-ending conversations when everybody else was asleep, the random touches and knowing stares woke up some suspicions.Â
Djed turns around, eyes half closed. âMissing me already?â
âMay I remind you? You texted me, asking me to join.â
âAnd you did, so you missed me.â
She sighs deeply, âIf it can help you feel better.â She pauses, placing her hands on her knees. âI joined to admire the sunset. The view is better here.â
He chuckles. Because Iâm included in the view.â
âSee? This is why youâre single.â
âOuch. My heart is bleeding.â The fake heart attack annoyingly makes her laugh.
âItâs not the heart, itâs the ego.â
âLast time I checked, ego isnât an organ.â
She gives him a warning stare before turning her head away. That man sometimes gets on her nerves with his comments. âOh, really? Oh my days⊠Djed taught me something new today.â
âYeah, put some respect on my name.â
âNot really, but Iâll put some sand in those eyes if you keep acting like a fool.â They both chuckle again, sharing that familiar stare which feels like home. A silence follows, not the stressful type. The kind that brings peace, the non-judgemental, the light one. Both of their eyes are locked on the sky.Â
With a heavy heart, she decides to interrupt the silence. âSo how went your date last night?âÂ
He sighs out loud. âNothing worth exploring.â
Last year, she would have interiorly cheered. Imagine that it meant a potential future for them. That bright hope that warmed her heart. Then she moved on to the next girl and the following one until she lost track of his long dating list. Clarity knocks at her door, and now she knows better. Him not liking a girl simply means he's ready for the next one.Â
âOkay, what was wrong this time?â Her tone portrays a kind of calmness she had ignored having until recently.Â
The opposite of him. Djed barely tries to hide his frustration. âDonât get me wrong. Sheâs bad, yeah⊠But sheâs boring. No banter, no jokes, no real conversation. I donât like that.â
âI thought you were only dating for fun. Why would you care about such things? Men with locs never beat the allegations.â
âItâs complicated, big head.â He stops mid-sentence, asking, âWaitâŠWhat allegations?â
âYou guys are trouble. Toxic and cheats.â
He grimaces before giggling, âWhere itâs even coming from? You need to stop scrolling, big head.â
She playfully pinches his arm, earning a laugh from him. âI have a name, you know?â
âI prefer big head, sorry.â
The nickname that never left since elementary school. Not a mockery, simply an embarrassing memory, she would rather erase from her mind. Although he tried to distract her, she remained laser-focused. For God only knows how many times, Djed complains about his date. Beautiful brown and black women are gorgeous, yet he always seems to find reasons to cut them off.Â
âWhat is it that you are exactly looking for? I feel like youâre never satisfied. The perfect woman doesnât exist, you know?â
âShe may not be perfect for others, but for me, she is.â
âSo thereâs someone there you really like? Why are you dating other girls then?â
Her heart beats harder than usual. The moment she prepared for has finally come. Now, she has to hear how much he wants that woman so bad. Or what he could do to get her. That dynamic will never change. Being his childhood friend included a romantic confidant or coach role. One she has been carrying with a heavy heart for years now.Â
âSheâs a bit unattainable, looks a bit romantically unavailable too. Why would I waste my time for?â
The images of an overconfident woman with a great body, face and hair flood her mind. She must have a good life. Unattainable? She must be travelling all over the world, having many hobbies, and just living her life to the fullest to care about men.
At this point, she does not care about Djed, she envies that woman. Not because of him, but her freedom. No man to worry about. No heart clenches every time her best friend shares a portion of his life with her.Â
She shakes her head before getting back to her role. âDjed, come on! This isnât the Djed I know. You should try. Imagine spending your days daydreaming about her when you can literally try and see what happens.â
The same rule could apply to her, but she is not willing to risk their friendship. Hypocritical? A bit. Still, necessary to maintain a balanced relationship with one of her closest friends.Â
âItâs more complicated than that, big head.â
âExplain to me then.â
His stare switches from the landscape to her eyes. She understands that he is not willing to share that secret yet. Another silence settles in. This one feels heavier for reasons she could not justify.Â
âFine. I respect your privacy. Just understand that youâll never know if sheâs actually unavailable or unattainable if you never talk to her.â
âI dropped hints, but she ignored.â
Her mouth dries up. Maybe the woman had no desire to date him then. To avoid another uncomfortable silence, she asks, âHow about you tell me what you like about her?â
âWow. The list is long, big headâŠâ The smile on his face, the spark in his eyes silently break her heart but warm her soul. Djed might not be perfect, but he is a good man overall. Not the cliche of a good man. The type who really cares about others, listens to them, checks on them, protects them and encourages them.
The kind of partner anyone would love to have by their side. Generous with his energy and time, but only to those he really cares about. Otherwise, he will stay polite and keep it moving. She firmly believes he deserves love and joy in his romantic life. Even if it means muting her heart in the process.Â
âWeâre on vacation. We have time. Iâm listening.â
He rolls his eyes with a teasing grin. âYou never give up, do you? " To that, she simply shrugs. He knows her. Maybe a bit too much.Â
âThe list is longâŠbut itâs weird. I donât really know how to describe her.â
âItâs between us. Whatever you feel like saying, Djed. I wonât judge you unless you say something silly or post those stupid penitentiary memes.â
He chuckles louder than before while shaking his head. âCanât a man hype himself up? Whatâs wrong with that?â
She rolls her eyes at him. âHype yourself up without corniness, thanks. Back to the topic, stop distracting me.â
A few seconds pass as he rubs the tip of his nose. "HummâŠI think I love her as a person. Itâs the personalityâŠI mean, sheâs fucking beautiful too, butâŠthat intelligence, crazy side, fun side, carefreeness⊠We also have many things in common, you know? I learn from her every single day. She brings the best out of me. Zheâs my personal sunset.â
The last sentence had her heart thumping inside of her chest. That love confession was even more beautiful than a bland I love you. Suddenly, she is back imagining that girl. Somewhere in the world with a solid career and full life, not knowing that Djed caught feelings for her. The irony. She gulps, her eyes looking at the sky.Â
âItâs beautiful, Djed⊠You should definitely give it a try. If it works, amazing, if not, Iâm pretty sure you can find a great partner. Youâre Djed-Hotep Spence after all.â
âStop the gaslighting.â
They are back chuckling like teenagers again, their shoulders brushing, waking up that warmth inside of her chest.Â
âOkay, on a more serious note. Whatâs going on here? Youâre usually super confident when it comes to girls. Why are you so scared of that one? The Djed I know cannot be scared of talking to a gyal.â
âIâm not scared. I told you itâs complicated⊠This one is really special, Iâm telling you.â
She smiles, secretly hoping that one day someone will talk that highly about her.Â
âIâm still waiting for more. How she looks like? Short description. Her career, her hobbies. Tell me more. She seems so cool!â Her tone is genuine. She would actually love to meet her.Â
âIâm not making her dating profile. This is real life, big head. Not a movie.â
âOkay, cornball." She pokes her tongue out at him.Â
He warns her, his finger pointing at her. âYouâre being rude, big head. Careful.â
âOr what?â
âIâm throwing you into the water.â
âI fucking dare you, Djed. If you do that, weâre no longer friends. Youâre not ruining my braids.â He playfully patted her head, which resulted in her slapping his hand away. Their laughter makes a few heads turn around, but they do not pay much attention.
âSheâs amazing, but I donât even think she realises how much.â Djed looks straight in front of him, eyes glued to the horizon. His voice slightly drops. She feels the subtle shift. That woman must be very special for him to behave like he is fourteen again.Â
âReminds me of you and Sarah. Your first love.â
He groans, âPlease, not today. Sheâs not my first loveâŠI was a stupid teen too.â
âHum⊠All I know is that she had you writing long letters.â
âI was young. Youâre lucky I donât remember the guy you were hiding with to kiss in the park.â
She grimaces in disgust. âPlease donât bring him. Weâre having a good time. He was such a bad kisser too. Lord.â His hand slaps his knee as he bursts out of laughter.Â
âYouâre heartless, big head.â
âNo, Iâm not. I donât regret kissing his mate the following year. Great kisser but empty brain. Lord knows I hate a dumb man.â
Djed laughs even louder. âYouâre out of your mind for doing that. That boy was spiralling for weeks.â
âHis business, not mine. Shouldnât have lied and said that my breath stinks when I dumped him.â
âYeah, he was wilding for that. Thatâs not even true tho. Otherwise, I wouldâve stopped talking to you a long time ago.â She gives him a playful death stare before smacking his arm. Another silence follows. This one feels even heavier than the previous one. She feels some tensions coming from his side.
âSo, about that girl? What are we doing next? You canât fumble her like that.â
He leans closer to her, forcing their shoulders and hands to brush. She hardly moves, enjoying the small contact of his skin on hers. Suddenly his eyes fully lock on hers.Â
He whispers, âI love playing chess with her. Orange is her colour. She rocks it like nobody else.â Her heart almost stops when she realises who that woman actually is. She gasps, checking if those words are not a fruit of her imagination.Â
âDjedâŠâ
âLast night made me realise I only feel whatever Iâm feeling with you. No one else. Iâve always found anyone else boring or lackingâŠYesterday made me realiseâŠIt's just⊠Theyâre not you, big head. No one else can be you.â
Words stay stuck in her throat. She gulps, plunging her eyes into his, looking for any signs of playfulness.Â
âI understand if you donât feel the same. No bad blood. At least, I wonât have any regrets.â
âDjedâŠAreâŠIsâŠâ
âIâm dead serious right now. No jokes.â
She nervously giggles, âWhy are you saying Iâm unattainable and unavailable? I donât get it.â
He leans closer to her. âHave you seen how you talk about your dates? You donât seem to care about men⊠So I thought you'd treat me the same. You werenât very reactive to my hints either.â
âWhat hints, Djed? Youâre terrible at this, God. I was the one wearing orange to please you, doing your hair, and touching you more than I should, and you never noticed. I never touched Keyland or John that way.â
âReally? I thought orange became your favourite colour, nothing more.â
She rolls her eyes at him with a chuckle. âYeah, men. Iâm still waiting for your hints, by the way.â
âI went to every store in London to find the shoes you really wanted last year. Iâm always complimenting you â"
âNot always.â
His gaze intensifies, alternating between her eyes and lips.Â
âCan I finish talking?â
âNo need. You know you were shy with your hints.â
âSo that makes two of us.â He responds with a grin. The breeze whistles in their ears almost as encouragement. Djed closes the remaining distance between them until their noses touch. With one hand on her cheek, he brings her lips closer. Both of them fixating on one another as their lips tease.Â
When their lips finally seal, her chest warms up at the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Nothing else around them matters as they get lost in their kiss. What started as a shy display of affection becomes more passionate as seconds pass by. Her hands rest on his locs as she pushes him as close as possible.
The claps and whistles interrupt their moment, immediately forcing them to pull away like teens who just had been caught doing something bad. They both roll their eyes at their friends cheering behind them.Â
Keylan shouts, âFinally! Shit, you guys took forever.â
To which Djed responds immediately, âYouâre embarrassing, man.â The group joins them to watch the sunset, completely ignoring the kiss they just had interrupted. Djed and she share a knowing smile as he wraps his arms around her shoulder, leaning to whisper into her ear, âDonât worry. We have all the time to kiss now.â
âI agree.âÂ
They share a small peck, earning another comment from Mira, âLovebirds, we get it. Some of us are modest here.â
âYeah, so modest. You were twerking on a club table last night.â She snaps back while giggling.
âDonât you think I canât beat your ass because youâre with Spence now?"
âWho said weâre together?â She teases.
âWell, Iâm saying it now, big head.â He leans to kiss her cheek.Â
Summary : One childhood friend group. 2 potential lovers. One confession.
Warnings : nothing but fluff - WC : 2.9k
A/N : Another short story I want to share with you. Yeah here and there, I can do fluff too. I might not be a fluff girly at heart but I really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you guys enjoy it the same I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the love and support.
Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact. Don't be shy. That's why the anon button exists. English is not my first language.
Afrohouse blasts in the back when her phone vibrates on the table. At first, she wants to ignore to fully focus on the current gossip and the orange-pink sky behind Mira, one of her closest friends. One name on her screen is all it takes to make her change her mind at a speed her brain can barely process. The grin on her face gives more information than what she would actually like to share.Â
Mira pauses her gossip session to wiggle her eyebrows. âYeah, go join your man.âÂ
The entire table of five start to whistle loudly, clearly enjoying the reactions their tease caused. At this point, she was too tired to roll her eyes at their antics.Â
âIâll be right back.â She announces to the group, merely leaving them any opportunity to comment as she walks away. Apparently her feet could not carry her fast enough as she hears, âHope you guys kiss this time!â
Keylan, the loudest in the group, makes the most about the situation. On multiple occasions he has expressed his support for their âsilentâ romance. âYouâre part of the mini family. Things would be so much easier.â To which she rarely comments except to brush the idea off.Â
Maybe in another universe. For now, she will have to accept her reality. A childhood friendship. Nothing more. The package came with unique chemistry but also many inconveniences. Particularly hearing about his girlfriends, flings and dating life in general.
A few years ago, hearing him opening up about the subject did not do much. Years passed by and they both matured. The task became harder to accomplish with a fully developed brain. The first heart clench alerted her and worried her. With time, she learned how to build a solid shield to protect herself. Today, she made peace with the situation.Â
She will never be one of those girls he talks to or desires. Imagining anything else and blindly hoping were slow poison that would eventually kill her from the inside. The only remedy was to come to the conclusion that things were better that way.Â
The sand kisses her feet as she makes her way on the beach. Her eyes squint, fighting the small grain that wanted to force their way inside of her pupils. Djed sits there, his denim shorts ruined with a visible white stain. His hands behind him as he observes the sunset.Â
âEarth is calling you!â She jokes before sitting down by his side, carefully arranging her orange cotton dress. His favourite colour on her. Although she promised to stop. Her subconscious had a harder time accepting reality. Each gesture or choice to earn a compliment or an intense stare is worthy. Not to boost a self-confidence she steadily built over the years, but having additional images for her daydreams would not hurt anyone.
Those attempts would certainly not change his mind, but she enjoys his reactions nonetheless. Three days ago, the man showered her with compliments on her orange swimsuit.Â
âThe swimsuit is clean!â
âThanks, Djed. Could have done better with yours.â She mocked, poking her tongue out. The two of them ended up splashing one another, fuelling the speculation going around in their group of friends. Despite being a childhood group of friends, Djed and she stood apart, according to the rest of the group. The jokes no one else could understand, the never-ending conversations when everybody else was asleep, the random touches and knowing stares woke up some suspicions.Â
Djed turns around, eyes half closed. âMissing me already?â
âMay I remind you? You texted me, asking me to join.â
âAnd you did, so you missed me.â
She sighs deeply, âIf it can help you feel better.â She pauses, placing her hands on her knees. âI joined to admire the sunset. The view is better here.â
He chuckles. Because Iâm included in the view.â
âSee? This is why youâre single.â
âOuch. My heart is bleeding.â The fake heart attack annoyingly makes her laugh.
âItâs not the heart, itâs the ego.â
âLast time I checked, ego isnât an organ.â
She gives him a warning stare before turning her head away. That man sometimes gets on her nerves with his comments. âOh, really? Oh my days⊠Djed taught me something new today.â
âYeah, put some respect on my name.â
âNot really, but Iâll put some sand in those eyes if you keep acting like a fool.â They both chuckle again, sharing that familiar stare which feels like home. A silence follows, not the stressful type. The kind that brings peace, the non-judgemental, the light one. Both of their eyes are locked on the sky.Â
With a heavy heart, she decides to interrupt the silence. âSo how went your date last night?âÂ
He sighs out loud. âNothing worth exploring.â
Last year, she would have interiorly cheered. Imagine that it meant a potential future for them. That bright hope that warmed her heart. Then she moved on to the next girl and the following one until she lost track of his long dating list. Clarity knocks at her door, and now she knows better. Him not liking a girl simply means he's ready for the next one.Â
âOkay, what was wrong this time?â Her tone portrays a kind of calmness she had ignored having until recently.Â
The opposite of him. Djed barely tries to hide his frustration. âDonât get me wrong. Sheâs bad, yeah⊠But sheâs boring. No banter, no jokes, no real conversation. I donât like that.â
âI thought you were only dating for fun. Why would you care about such things? Men with locs never beat the allegations.â
âItâs complicated, big head.â He stops mid-sentence, asking, âWaitâŠWhat allegations?â
âYou guys are trouble. Toxic and cheats.â
He grimaces before giggling, âWhere itâs even coming from? You need to stop scrolling, big head.â
She playfully pinches his arm, earning a laugh from him. âI have a name, you know?â
âI prefer big head, sorry.â
The nickname that never left since elementary school. Not a mockery, simply an embarrassing memory, she would rather erase from her mind. Although he tried to distract her, she remained laser-focused. For God only knows how many times, Djed complains about his date. Beautiful brown and black women are gorgeous, yet he always seems to find reasons to cut them off.Â
âWhat is it that you are exactly looking for? I feel like youâre never satisfied. The perfect woman doesnât exist, you know?â
âShe may not be perfect for others, but for me, she is.â
âSo thereâs someone there you really like? Why are you dating other girls then?â
Her heart beats harder than usual. The moment she prepared for has finally come. Now, she has to hear how much he wants that woman so bad. Or what he could do to get her. That dynamic will never change. Being his childhood friend included a romantic confidant or coach role. One she has been carrying with a heavy heart for years now.Â
âSheâs a bit unattainable, looks a bit romantically unavailable too. Why would I waste my time for?â
The images of an overconfident woman with a great body, face and hair flood her mind. She must have a good life. Unattainable? She must be travelling all over the world, having many hobbies, and just living her life to the fullest to care about men.
At this point, she does not care about Djed, she envies that woman. Not because of him, but her freedom. No man to worry about. No heart clenches every time her best friend shares a portion of his life with her.Â
She shakes her head before getting back to her role. âDjed, come on! This isnât the Djed I know. You should try. Imagine spending your days daydreaming about her when you can literally try and see what happens.â
The same rule could apply to her, but she is not willing to risk their friendship. Hypocritical? A bit. Still, necessary to maintain a balanced relationship with one of her closest friends.Â
âItâs more complicated than that, big head.â
âExplain to me then.â
His stare switches from the landscape to her eyes. She understands that he is not willing to share that secret yet. Another silence settles in. This one feels heavier for reasons she could not justify.Â
âFine. I respect your privacy. Just understand that youâll never know if sheâs actually unavailable or unattainable if you never talk to her.â
âI dropped hints, but she ignored.â
Her mouth dries up. Maybe the woman had no desire to date him then. To avoid another uncomfortable silence, she asks, âHow about you tell me what you like about her?â
âWow. The list is long, big headâŠâ The smile on his face, the spark in his eyes silently break her heart but warm her soul. Djed might not be perfect, but he is a good man overall. Not the cliche of a good man. The type who really cares about others, listens to them, checks on them, protects them and encourages them.
The kind of partner anyone would love to have by their side. Generous with his energy and time, but only to those he really cares about. Otherwise, he will stay polite and keep it moving. She firmly believes he deserves love and joy in his romantic life. Even if it means muting her heart in the process.Â
âWeâre on vacation. We have time. Iâm listening.â
He rolls his eyes with a teasing grin. âYou never give up, do you? " To that, she simply shrugs. He knows her. Maybe a bit too much.Â
âThe list is longâŠbut itâs weird. I donât really know how to describe her.â
âItâs between us. Whatever you feel like saying, Djed. I wonât judge you unless you say something silly or post those stupid penitentiary memes.â
He chuckles louder than before while shaking his head. âCanât a man hype himself up? Whatâs wrong with that?â
She rolls her eyes at him. âHype yourself up without corniness, thanks. Back to the topic, stop distracting me.â
A few seconds pass as he rubs the tip of his nose. "HummâŠI think I love her as a person. Itâs the personalityâŠI mean, sheâs fucking beautiful too, butâŠthat intelligence, crazy side, fun side, carefreeness⊠We also have many things in common, you know? I learn from her every single day. She brings the best out of me. Zheâs my personal sunset.â
The last sentence had her heart thumping inside of her chest. That love confession was even more beautiful than a bland I love you. Suddenly, she is back imagining that girl. Somewhere in the world with a solid career and full life, not knowing that Djed caught feelings for her. The irony. She gulps, her eyes looking at the sky.Â
âItâs beautiful, Djed⊠You should definitely give it a try. If it works, amazing, if not, Iâm pretty sure you can find a great partner. Youâre Djed-Hotep Spence after all.â
âStop the gaslighting.â
They are back chuckling like teenagers again, their shoulders brushing, waking up that warmth inside of her chest.Â
âOkay, on a more serious note. Whatâs going on here? Youâre usually super confident when it comes to girls. Why are you so scared of that one? The Djed I know cannot be scared of talking to a gyal.â
âIâm not scared. I told you itâs complicated⊠This one is really special, Iâm telling you.â
She smiles, secretly hoping that one day someone will talk that highly about her.Â
âIâm still waiting for more. How she looks like? Short description. Her career, her hobbies. Tell me more. She seems so cool!â Her tone is genuine. She would actually love to meet her.Â
âIâm not making her dating profile. This is real life, big head. Not a movie.â
âOkay, cornball." She pokes her tongue out at him.Â
He warns her, his finger pointing at her. âYouâre being rude, big head. Careful.â
âOr what?â
âIâm throwing you into the water.â
âI fucking dare you, Djed. If you do that, weâre no longer friends. Youâre not ruining my braids.â He playfully patted her head, which resulted in her slapping his hand away. Their laughter makes a few heads turn around, but they do not pay much attention.
âSheâs amazing, but I donât even think she realises how much.â Djed looks straight in front of him, eyes glued to the horizon. His voice slightly drops. She feels the subtle shift. That woman must be very special for him to behave like he is fourteen again.Â
âReminds me of you and Sarah. Your first love.â
He groans, âPlease, not today. Sheâs not my first loveâŠI was a stupid teen too.â
âHum⊠All I know is that she had you writing long letters.â
âI was young. Youâre lucky I donât remember the guy you were hiding with to kiss in the park.â
She grimaces in disgust. âPlease donât bring him. Weâre having a good time. He was such a bad kisser too. Lord.â His hand slaps his knee as he bursts out of laughter.Â
âYouâre heartless, big head.â
âNo, Iâm not. I donât regret kissing his mate the following year. Great kisser but empty brain. Lord knows I hate a dumb man.â
Djed laughs even louder. âYouâre out of your mind for doing that. That boy was spiralling for weeks.â
âHis business, not mine. Shouldnât have lied and said that my breath stinks when I dumped him.â
âYeah, he was wilding for that. Thatâs not even true tho. Otherwise, I wouldâve stopped talking to you a long time ago.â She gives him a playful death stare before smacking his arm. Another silence follows. This one feels even heavier than the previous one. She feels some tensions coming from his side.
âSo, about that girl? What are we doing next? You canât fumble her like that.â
He leans closer to her, forcing their shoulders and hands to brush. She hardly moves, enjoying the small contact of his skin on hers. Suddenly his eyes fully lock on hers.Â
He whispers, âI love playing chess with her. Orange is her colour. She rocks it like nobody else.â Her heart almost stops when she realises who that woman actually is. She gasps, checking if those words are not a fruit of her imagination.Â
âDjedâŠâ
âLast night made me realise I only feel whatever Iâm feeling with you. No one else. Iâve always found anyone else boring or lackingâŠYesterday made me realiseâŠIt's just⊠Theyâre not you, big head. No one else can be you.â
Words stay stuck in her throat. She gulps, plunging her eyes into his, looking for any signs of playfulness.Â
âI understand if you donât feel the same. No bad blood. At least, I wonât have any regrets.â
âDjedâŠAreâŠIsâŠâ
âIâm dead serious right now. No jokes.â
She nervously giggles, âWhy are you saying Iâm unattainable and unavailable? I donât get it.â
He leans closer to her. âHave you seen how you talk about your dates? You donât seem to care about men⊠So I thought you'd treat me the same. You werenât very reactive to my hints either.â
âWhat hints, Djed? Youâre terrible at this, God. I was the one wearing orange to please you, doing your hair, and touching you more than I should, and you never noticed. I never touched Keyland or John that way.â
âReally? I thought orange became your favourite colour, nothing more.â
She rolls her eyes at him with a chuckle. âYeah, men. Iâm still waiting for your hints, by the way.â
âI went to every store in London to find the shoes you really wanted last year. Iâm always complimenting you â"
âNot always.â
His gaze intensifies, alternating between her eyes and lips.Â
âCan I finish talking?â
âNo need. You know you were shy with your hints.â
âSo that makes two of us.â He responds with a grin. The breeze whistles in their ears almost as encouragement. Djed closes the remaining distance between them until their noses touch. With one hand on her cheek, he brings her lips closer. Both of them fixating on one another as their lips tease.Â
When their lips finally seal, her chest warms up at the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Nothing else around them matters as they get lost in their kiss. What started as a shy display of affection becomes more passionate as seconds pass by. Her hands rest on his locs as she pushes him as close as possible.
The claps and whistles interrupt their moment, immediately forcing them to pull away like teens who just had been caught doing something bad. They both roll their eyes at their friends cheering behind them.Â
Keylan shouts, âFinally! Shit, you guys took forever.â
To which Djed responds immediately, âYouâre embarrassing, man.â The group joins them to watch the sunset, completely ignoring the kiss they just had interrupted. Djed and she share a knowing smile as he wraps his arms around her shoulder, leaning to whisper into her ear, âDonât worry. We have all the time to kiss now.â
âI agree.âÂ
They share a small peck, earning another comment from Mira, âLovebirds, we get it. Some of us are modest here.â
âYeah, so modest. You were twerking on a club table last night.â She snaps back while giggling.
âDonât you think I canât beat your ass because youâre with Spence now?"
âWho said weâre together?â She teases.
âWell, Iâm saying it now, big head.â He leans to kiss her cheek.Â
Summary : Nothing special just wanted to write about dry humping
Warnings (+18) : mainly smut (dry humping, handjob) and a bit of fluff. WC : 2.3K
A/N: Hi girlies, I'm trying to get back to writing, here a small one shot for you. My hormones probably played a role in that mess, anyway enjoy. Let me know if you prefer longer or shorter stories.
Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact. Don't be shy. That's why the anon button exists. English is not my first language.
The pink clouds perfectly mix with the blue-purple sky, creating a landscape that belongs on a canvas. The light breeze chants in her ears. The night is coming. Her heart feels light as she observes the view before her. The horizon seems infinitely vague with its intimidating sea and mountain shadows. The sound of the waves contrasts with the usual city agitation. That taste of freedom and peace could become addictive. For a mere instant, she forgets about the ache between her legs. That particular sensation has been bothering her ever since they dropped their luggage in the luxury villa.
The silk of her Pucci dress rubbing against her skin drives her crazier. The floral and oud scent she loves so much adds to her silent desire. Suddenly the weight of his hands on her shoulders pulls her out of her thoughts.Â
âYou good?â
She takes a deep breath before tilting her head to the side, plunging her eyes into his brown pupils. âYes, just enjoying the view.â
Her eyes wander from his fresh twists to his eyes. âWhat did you say?â
âSee? Youâre not listening, youâre inside of your head.â She looks down, almost ashamed of something that is very natural and normal. Only recently she has interiorized that thought. Desire is a typical reaction, not a sin or sign of impurity. Without realizing, the grip around his hand tightened. She looks elsewhere, embarrassed while releasing his hand.
âWhatâs going on? Did I do something wrong?âÂ
Sex has always been a sensitive topic for her. Growing up under a roof where any activity that did not serve the Lord was seen as pointless and scandalous deeply influenced her perspective. The moment she stepped into middle school, her mother lectured her about relationships and sex.
Forbidden, dirty, drives you away from God, guaranteed trip to hell, sluttyâand a long list of adjectives that demonized the act. Although she never judged her friends for their sex or dating lives, the task was harder for her own desires. Each time she tried to pray it away, excoriating herself for lust. As time passed, she forged her own thoughts about the topic. Sex is natural, and so is desire. There is nothing wrong with it. Step by step, she rewired her brain into a new perspective.
âHow is it my fault? Iâm waiting,â he asks with a teasing grin.Â
âNo pressure, okay?âWhatever you decide.â The soft inflection of his voice melts her heart. He genuinely cares. In those six months, he has always been patient and understanding.
âIâm horny... I want to... but I'm not quite ready yet."
"We don't have to do anything, you know? Whenever you're ready, okay?"
"You... you don't understand... it's... it hurts. I need to tone it down."
"Touch yourself maybe... or I can help if you want to."
Another triggering question. Another thought process she had to fight. Solo sessions often came with more than an orgasm for her. Shame and guilt often arrived uninvited to the party. Yet, the pleasure felt too addictive for her to stop. Only recently she has decided to give herself some grace.Â
"Hum⊠not really. Most of the time I grind on my pillow. I'm scared to put anything there. I tried once and it hurt. Sometimes I play with my clit, but thatâs all.â
The idea is very tempting. She almost says yes until his muscular thighs catch her attention. Now she has a different idea, something that would guarantee her comfort and pleasure.Â
"Actually⊠I have another idea in mind." She pauses, looking away. "I want... to ride your thighs." He wholeheartedly laughs, not in a mocking way simply to express his surprise.Â
"So you want to use me? You're nasty."
She shies away, suddenly too self-conscious of her request. "Donât say it like that."
She shakes her head a bit too hastily for her liking. "I like feeling the lace rubbing against my clit." Although her motherâs voice resonated at the back of her head, she shuts her up. She is a grown woman, not a teen anymore.Â
Her arms wrap around his neck as she comfortably settles on his thigh. She sucks on his bottom lip, her left hand gently resting against his cheek. Their eyes never drift away. At that moment, time almost stops. That stare never fails to get her.
Quickly the heat of her body feels suffocating. Her eyes closed, appreciating the movement of his tongue and mouth against her skin. The gasps soon turned into moans that would alert neighbours if they had some.Â
âYou like it?â
Her voice sounds like nothing she heard before. âYes, please donât stop.â
She throws her head back, getting lost in the pleasure her boobs are receiving. If it was the price to pay to go to hell, then maybe she is ready. The ticklish feeling in her stomach keeps growing. She needs more. The lace sticks to her core. Juices already coating his thigh. Never her solo session unlocked that door of pleasure. Her boobs are sensitive, almost too much for him to keep going.
âPlease. Please. I need more.â
âCome, ride my thigh.â
His mouth frees her nipple before she readjusts herself, lowering her core on him. They both moan for different reasons. Him turned on by her wetness, her overwhelmed by the new sensations. Their eyes lock when she starts to grind on him.
Slowly and steadily, enjoying every second of it. Her bottom lip is trapped between teeth as she keeps rocking back and forth. The lace rubbing against her pussy only added up to the mix.Â
âThatâs it, please yourself. You deserve it.â
Her moans are getting louder, matching the intensity of her pleasure. The wetness of her pussy spreads on his thigh and tattoo as she keeps grinding, maintaining her pussy pressed against his skin. The feeling of his intense stare on her only motivates her. She goes faster. Her arms tightening up around his neck. He leans forward, kissing her cheek before resting his forehead against her.
This is too much for her. Every sensation or word almost pushes her over the point of no return. His hands firmly grab her hips, following her rhythm, adding pressure on her core. She throws her head back, grinding faster and harder on him, desperate to chase her high. The wet sound of her pussy turning her on. He massages her breast, his fingers lightly pinching her nipples.Â
Her moans become uncontrollable as she keeps grinding, clearly enjoying each second of it. She is used to clit throbs and trembling but not to that extent. Her entire body lightly convulses as she navigates her peak. For the first time, she is not questioning anything, she just rocks the wave.Â
âIâm here, itâs okay.â He tenderly whispers in her ear before pampering her with kisses.
âShit. That was intense.â
âHow do you feel?â
âAmazing. Just need to change my panties.â Her eyes wandered around, noticing the bump in his denim shorts. She is familiar with the scenario. In six months, more than once she felt his member hardening against her thigh or behind as they kissed. However, today she feels bold enough to do more than let him deal with it by himself.
"You're hard."
"I'll take care of it. Tonight is all about me.â
âIf itâs all about me, then let me help you.â She murmurs, rubbing him through his shorts. âTell me what to do. Show me. I want to please you too.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. 100%.â
He pecks her lips one time before raising his hips to lower his boxers and shorts. The sight of his member catches her attention.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â
âWeâre going to start slow.â Without further explanation, he grabs her hand, wrapping it around himself. âUp and down, slow.â She follows his instructions, her eyes glued to him, capturing what he likes. Slow and steady. She lightly tightened her grip around him.
âIâll do whatever you want. Iâm yours.â
He bucks his hips in response. She observes, aroused by his reactions. The way he bites his lip, throws his eyes back and moans in French could make her cum again.
She obeys, focusing on his reactions instead of his orders. Slow, steady, faster â she found the rhythm that had him crazily rocking his hips and moaning her name out loud. He finally twitches in her palm, groaning out loud until he finally reaches his peak. The warm liquid covering a part of her hand intrigued her. A part of her wants to taste. The other is begging her to behave. She has done enough for the day. He breathes out loud, collecting his thoughts.Â
âHow do you feel, babe?â
âBetter. Youâve been so good to me.â He pecks her lips.Â
Unfortunately, Ferran Torres is a Spaniard. Spain is notoriously unsafe and unwelcoming for black people, and xenophobic (this is rising in all of âfirst worldâ Europe). His ideology isnât surprising so Iâm sorry you had to see that :(
Thatâs why when it was Spain vs Argentina and all of Latin America joined in on roasting Argentina, I just sat and side eyed. They are both cut from the same cloth.
I feel like it depends on the city and region in Spain (just like many European countries). Been there multiple times and I never felt unsafe but I know that I'll avoid certain cities and regions for sure. I'm not surprised about his ideology because I know how some Spaniards can be racist and hostile. I'm just mad he waited to be at the top of the world to promote his shit.
The way every European country is flirting with right wing as if it will solve every problem. You have to be extremely ignorant (or extremely rich or racist) to think that but that's a whole conversation.
I don't think people were rooting for Spain not because they have no racism issues or anything. It's just that Argentina takes it to a whole another level and tbh their players and their nasty behavior didn't help.
