"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

[COMPLETED] "Theodore?" He snaps his head back to me and gives me a small smile. "Where have you come from?" I repeat myself. "Bad people." He mumbles and shuffles closer to me. "Safe here?" I pursed my lips and then nodded my head. "You're safe here." Eden Rose, a successful business owner, finds a strange man in front of her house in the middle of the night. Theodore Thomas was taken as a baby and used as an experiment his whole life. He finally escapes and stumbles across Eden Rose, who he happens to take quite a liking too. #1 in cute on 5th of March #15 in romance on 5th of May #1 in bwwm on 26th of May

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun..

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Dylan wanted nothing more than to be the humanitarian she's always dreamed of being. She had a soft spot for the needy and would sacrifice herself if she could. What happens when one person in particular shows her how to preserve herself all while helping the ones in need? Intersex. Don't like don't Read.

Prologue I pouted before saying, "Bye, I love you too." Then, she hung up on me. She could've stayed on the phone with me a little bit longer, it ain't like she got anything important to do. Welp, there goes my source of entertainment. I looked around my room in search of something to do. Then, something caught my eye. I saw my pink vibrator sticking out of my dresser. I walked up to it and turned it on to make sure the batteries still work. Then all of a sudden, Bey crossed my mind. So, I took off my clothes and my undergarments. I got in bed and grabbed my phone. I went to Bey's Instagram, and I saw one post that had her abs on display. • Contains G!p and smut⚠️ • DON'T read if you're homophobic.