#Black fiction

[sincerlycas]

What you heard.

inspired a bit by the song “what you heard” by sonder/brent faiyaz.

warning: spanking, rough sex, degrading, fluff, a bit toxic, eren yeager (yes this man is a warning), etc.

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part 2.

“y/n baby what is your issue?” eren currently had your arm in his clutch stopping you from walking away from him any further. the lines on his forehead, and frown on his face showed he was really not trying to deal with this at the moment. “what’s my issue? really? so you’re going to tell me you walk around them campus halls not knowing what people say about you- about me- actually about you and other people ?” the reason you were mad was due to the fact a little birdie came up to you saying a girl named historia was going around saying eren gave her some, and knowing eren’s past with her, of course you had your doubts but still had a sense of worry.

you being the classy (aka petty) girlfriend you were, went to look for this historia girl for answers to which she gave you a high pitched laugh voicing “oh! I forgot he was dating.. you, it sure didn’t seem like it the way he was fucking me last Saturday .” off the rip you wanted to slap that bitch, but you knew better to make a scene for something that quite possibly might be a lie. “you know historia it’s quite ironic you said that because if I remember clearly eren said and I quote ‘I would never go back to that roast beef pussy looking hoe’ but maybe I didn’t hear right”

you mimicked the high pitched laugh she did earlier right after saying that walking past her with a bumb to the shoulder and a mumble near her ear saying “sour pussy ass hoe”.

but if you already handle the issue why are you still mad? It’s because even though you didn’t want to believe her, the timing made sense. see, last Saturday you weren’t with eren. he said he had to run a errand for the whole day so you were just hanging with your besties. that would be enough time for eren to be with her. still you didn’t want to believe it. so the day after the confrontation you went to campus looking fine as usual with your grey shorts body suits with a boob cut and some cool grey and thick glasses.

till you were stopped multiple times that day from people asking ‘are you okay’ ‘did historia really fuck eren’ ‘you should holla at me since old boy ain’t doing his job’. this what caused your mood to be sour the whole day.

finishing all your classes getting ready to head home you’re met with a smiling, handsome, fine like wine ass man in your face. that man being your boyfriend eren, he has finally showed his face on earth after all these rumors. “hey sweet mama, I was wondering if you could come by my hou-“ cutting him off by walking straight pass him, Ignoring him as if he was a rando. “baby! where you goin’” he jogged up next to you grabbing your arm stopping you near a secluded area. “y/n baby what is your issue?” leading up to the current moment so forth.

“what are you talking about? y/n you’re really going to stress me the fuck out.” he said while letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes. pushing him on his chest making him let go of your arm and pushing you jet black lace off your shoulder. pointing your long acrylic nail at his face you said “bitch don’t play dumb, there’s no way in hell the whole campus knows but you don’t when you’re literally the main topic” your crossed your arms staring at him as if was delusional. “y/n l/n when I say I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about, I mean that now stop fucking around and tell me what you heard.”

rolling your eyes you finally answered what he has been desperately waiting to know “why tf people especially historia, are coming up to me saying you fucked her.” and to that he laughed, he laughed in your face! “you really believe that shit, baby you know good and that girl is crazy.” shaking your head and staring up at him you asked “then where were you on Saturday” “I told you, I went to run errands.” “what kind?” he stared at you as if he was thinking of an excuse.

“you know what, save it tell me when you done with all this bullshit and call me till then dont call my mf phone.” leaving at that and hopping into your Mercedes and reaching your apartment.

laying down on your bed in your baby pink shorts and white cropped tank top you decided you would find answers yourself. you scrolled through your contacts and called connie a mutual friend of yours and erens. “yooooooo” automatically answering the phone with his forehead all up on the screen. “boy backup I got a question.” “what do you neeedddd” dragging his words annoyingly and setting his phone up. “eren said he was with you on Saturday what did y’all do?” lying through your teeth just see if it’ll work. “Oh- uh yeah we were on the game all day.” he nervously smiled and rubbed his neck. staring at him with a mean mug.

“yeah you a damn lie I can fucking tell cuz your nose is red bitch learn how to stop that.” hanging up on him you decided to try again and called jean. “hey y/n what you need” answering after a while and nicely. “I was wondering what you and eren were doing on Saturday he said he was with you.” “ohhh yeah me and him were at the park all day placing basketball.” hanging up on him right after that and sitting up crossing your arms.

automatically you thought he probably did fuck her if not why would they both lie? your train of thought was interrupted with a knock to your door. getting up to go get it you’re brought with presence of eren letting himself into your apartment. “bro ion got time for you right now get out.” automatically dismissing him staying by the door.

“baby just listen, you gotta believe me when I say I didn’t fuck her she’s just lying.” of course you wanted to believe him, but at the same time why should you if he won’t tell you where he was that day. “then where were you on Saturday?” and yet again you are met with hesitation. “see what we’re not finna do is keeping back in forth with this shit, if you cheated just say that you bottom feeding ass nigga instead of making me look stupid in front of everyone”

slapping both your hands on his chest and pushing him away, to which he grabbed you with not much strength needed, and pinned you against the door instead. “y/n don’t fucking play with me, cuz now you got me pissed off. since really wanna know, on Saturday I was being the best boyfriend I am and was getting reservations and decorations and all shits like that ready for your birthday this week which was supposed to be a surprise.”

holding both your arms in his hands and keeping you from moving. and to prove his point even more he pulled out his phone showing him in a grocery store buying birthday decorations saying “my baby birthday in a couple days and you knowwww I have to treat her right and give her everything she deserves all that luxuries and shit, baby if you see this, happy early birthday and I love youu give daddy a kiss when you see this.” ending the video with a wink and putting his phone down.

“yeah you look stupid don’t you, not believing in your man but believing some dumb hoe I told you countless times about.” looking at anything but him trying not to tear up from the embarrassment you felt right now for being angry and lashing at him for no reason when you should have just trusted him.

“o-okay eren I get it I’m sorry, I should have trusted you” looking up at him teary eyed while biting your lip. letting go of your arms and rubbing away the fallen tears from under your eyes and kissing your nose. “it’s okay baby, but you know I’m not gone accept that sorry ass apology so go lay that ass on that bed for me” he stated and simply tapping your ass and looking down at you. shocked by what he said and looking up at him pleadingly to have mercy on you. “eren I said I was sorry just let it go this once.” you knew you were about to get punished the most pleasurable way possible but you were still sore from last time and fat ma needed a break! “y/n don’t make me say it twice.”

“OH.MY.G-G-GODDDD!!” screaming on top of your lungs with every word being punctuated by the harsh backshots eren was giving you. clawing at your sheets using it as a way to get away from those relentless thrusts. “nahhhh bring that pussy rightt back!” eren used his free hand to ball up your tank top in his hand pulling on it towards him to bring you right back onto that dick. “don’t run from it mama, what did you say I was? a bottom feeder?” right after asking that question a harsh slap came down to your ask making you let out another scream.

bringing your right hand behind you to claw and push at his abs. “d-daddy I’m sorryyy~ i promise I’ll never question you again- AH FUCKKK~!! baby pleaseee” begging him to give you a break and making promises he knew you wouldn’t keep, that was just how you were, a back talking ass woman who stood her ground but it always ended up with you here. bringing his hand down between your legs to furiously rub at you clit causing your legs to spasm and your hand to grip his wrist. “youre sorry? you really believed her- you better arch that shit right back up- you believed that bitch and doubted me?

crying hysterically and cumming for the third time, babbling ‘sorries’ and ‘daddy please’s’ to which he ignored. instead he lifted one leg on the bed slamming balls deep into you causing you to let out a silent scream and violently shaking your legs. “now tell me who this dick belong to mama.” flipping you onto your back to see your face while staying inside and keeping his leg up. “I-I-I-it’s m-mineee~” you shakingly breathing heavily trying to stop your cries. “then start fucking act like it’s yours and yours only.” slapping your clit repeatedly then raising his hand to leave another slap but is stopped by your hands covering it and shaking your head repeatedly no crying even louder. eren being the tease that he is starts shaking his head yes at you and forcefully moves your hand away. “don’t try cover and take away while I rightfully own.” “you see this pussy, that clit, this ass, everything on you is mine just as much as mine is yours, so next time you try that shit again you’re gonna get something coming for you.”

rubbing your clit as quick as he can and hitting your g-spot repeatedly you grabbed onto his back leaving down scratch marks every time he hit those bundle of nerves. not a moment later you felt like you needed to pee. “d-daddy stop- I’m gonna make messss~” and already understanding what you meant he started jackhammering into your cunt till he felt you spraying up on his abs, your stomach and legs, and some even reaching his lips to which he greedily licked away. slowing his thrusts down after cumming inside you soon after you and holding you tightly rubbing your legs to soothe you. “you okay mama? I’m sorry I did so much but I had to teach you a lesson” kissing your cheek lovingly and accidentally brushing past your clit with his pelvis causing to squirt yet again! “o-o-o-oh f-f-fuck dadddy it’s hurtssss, it won’t stoppp~” automatically going down eren went to lick up at your pussy catching every bit of your juice he can to relieve your pleasurable pain.

finishing up and running a bath and taking care of you, slipping on a oversized t-shirt on you (his shirt you stole) and a pink thong, slipping your thick black glasses back onto your eyes and laying you next to him kissing on your shoulders. “you feel better baby?” he asked while rubbing your thighs to which you nodded your headed and slept soundly.

eren took that time to grab his phone and post a video of you in your current attire with you legs still slightly shaking and a hand print on your ass captioning “fuck all them rumors I’m reserved for one person and one person only, she know that too.” along side the the song “what you heard- Sonder/Brent faiyaz”

#eren jeager x reader #eren x black reader smut #attack on titan #fanfic #smut #aot smut #eren yeager #eren jeager #black reader #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #black writers #black y/n #eren jeager x black reader #eren fanfiction #attack on titan au #black fiction #black fem reader #eren aot #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren x black y/n #mean eren #eren Yeager au

[starfallkaz]

Never realised how important feeling seen in a book was to me, until I read books with black main characters. I’ve always read books with white protagonists, with people who didn’t sound like me or look like me, or act like me. Different family dynamics, different histories.

Then I read about black characters written by black people for black people and it sounds silly but I’m getting emotional thinking about it. it felt like coming home after a long time away. We all deserve to have our stories told in the fiction we love.

#anyways I’m very emo #legendborn #okay now I am crying #when Bree matthews did her wash day routine and I actually sobbed #whewww #Tracy deonn #black books #black authors #representation matters #black representation #black fiction

[roeroe-world]

her.

starring: ryan destiny as juno, method man as himself

set in the memorable summer of ‘95 in Atlanta.

warning: detailed smut warning , use of profanity and drugs, very long scene ahead

Sweat beads drips amongst his caramel coated skin as he tosses a close by dry towel on top of his slightly nappy braids. Exhaustion yet adrenaline pouring over his 6 foot 3 frame, returning backstage. Mef had just finished a show and more than ready to return to his hotel room, hearing the bed calling—screaming his name. Although the crowd still going wild knocked the calling out of the park by a long shot.

“Yo! We killed that shit!” His friend and fellow artist, Redman, shouts while breathing intensely before the two would dap one another up.

Not only did Mef perform but a few artists performed beside him as well. Wu-Tang Clan members joined to perform a couple tracks together. Redman wasn’t exactly scheduled to perform though Mef decided to bring him out anyway. As a result, the fans loved it.

Mef was sweating bullets, breathing as heavy as ever, and physically tired. He desired to give his fans a great show— no fuck ‘great’ — he wanted his set to be amazing. Mef crowd surfed, brought out his group members and Redman whom was making a ton of noise on the streets, gave the audience his 110 percent of energy… now he needed to chill.

“Tryna hit up a club?” Redman’s inquiry earns a chuckle from the rapper as he takes a hit of the blunt he’s passed. “Nigga, I ain’t tryna hit nothin’.” Seriousness within his raspy, deep tone while observing his crowded surroundings with a head shake. Backstage was heavily crowded tonight.

“Shit…” The fellow rapper kisses his teeth, the two walking alongside each other. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m definitely tryna hit something before I leave tomorrow morning. I saw some fly ass bitches in the crowd.” He caught himself staring at a plethora of women passing by. Atlanta was filled with beautiful women. Not only were they gorgeous but their bodies were out of this world.

Maybe it was the Southern meals. However, whatever, they were stacked. Ranging from big to small, nonetheless, the women were captivating.

The women flocked at Mef’s every direction. It was no secret that he’s a chick magnet. Women loved him and he loved them too. Though he’s surrounded by a fish of captivating beauties with perfect bodies. The only chick on his mind is his current on and off girlfriend, Tamika. No matter how many women threw themselves at him, she’s all he ever thinks about often.

His love life was no-one’s business so therefore he hardly ever spoke about her publicly. She isn’t involved in his lifestyle, doesn’t want a damn thing to do with it. Currently, they’re having issues and not exactly on speaking terms at the moment. But as far as he’s concerned that’s still his.

Self-medicating himself with drugs and alcohol kept him afloat as he did his shows, although it didn’t help much. He didn’t really want to express his girl problems to his homies because their issues were absolutely none of their business. But he knows bottling his emotions weren’t healthy.

Between the pressure of maintaining his booming rap career and remaining in a committed relationship, it was growing a bit overwhelming. He has a lot of pent up frustration built that he possesses no clue of what to do with it so until then… he would continue to self-medicate.

After turning down yet another girl, an unopened bottle of Cristal found its way into his masculine large right hand— the moment it’s open he engulfs the alcoholic beverage as he welcomed himself near a table which was seated backstage.

“Damn, you good?” A sultry feminine southern accent meets his eardrums though he continues to drink not ready to meet eyes with the random voice just yet. “The only time a person drinks like that is when they going through somethin’.”

Suddenly, he drops the bottle from his lips and averts his low gaze into the woman’s direction before being immediately taken off guard by her beauty; Her skin coated a beautiful clear shade of brown. Dark irises shaped like an almond, similar to a siren. Her round face fit her perfectly as well as the short pixie cut she’s sporting.

The woman’s lips began moving though he wasn’t exactly paying attention to what was exiting them. He just knew the pair appeared very plump and juicy, adorned by red lipstick with a little gloss coat. It wasn’t long before he snaps out of his daze, catching, “The name’s Juno. I noticed you over here by yourself and decided to bless you with my company.” Redman had left awhile ago to tend to his needs for the night.

She wasn’t nervous, afraid, nor inappropriate. Her almond shaped eyes peered into his as she spoke clear enough for him to hear.

Confidence. He loved that shit.

A friendly grin forms across his lips, sneaking a quick glance of her outfit. Which happened to be a lace choker surrounding her neck, a crop top showcasing her belly button ring, a pair of short denim shorts as well as a pair of Air Max ‘95’s. She had a few tattoos too.

“I’m straight. ‘Preciate you for your concern.” Not to be cocky but he didn’t really feel the need to introduce himself if she came out to his show.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how you get back here?”

Chuckling to herself, “Backstage pass.” She motions to the pass in her hand and he nods, lifting the bottle near his lips. This time his eyes closely but slowly eyeing her frame. He definitely liked what he saw. “I don’t mean to talk your ear off but I really enjoyed your show tonight. You did your thing especially with your album.”

“Preciate it, shorty. What’s your favorite joint on the album?” More than likely, he was expecting it be the All I Need Remix with Mary J. Blige. The track was a huge success.

“Tical. That’s my shit.” Genuine smiles etched across both of their lips, finding themselves staring at each other.

“You smoke?” His inquiry earns a playful scoff, giving him a look, “Nigga, I’m the blazing queen. I bet my rolling skills better than yours.”

“Yo, what? Hell nah…” Mef laughs aloud, “You know what? We just might have to see ‘cause that ain’t possible. What you finna get into?”

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A limousine ride and several drinks later, the two arrived to the Four Seasons. Mef would be residing there for the night. Underneath his long eyelashes, his squinted dark irises analyzes the rolled blunt closely. As much as he wanted to find a flaw… he couldn’t. Damn. He thought to himself, slightly impressed.

“Shit, you cool with me.” He places the perfectly rolled blunt between his lips, throwing his hands up in defense. “Told you.” The woman sticks out her tongue teasingly, grabbing her lighter out of her purse and sparking up the blunt for him.

Juno watches as the smoke blows smoothly between his lips, his gaze low and slightly dead. The side of his canvas showcasing red lipstick stains due to her kissing on the cheek multiple times during the limo ride. She couldn’t help but to run her hair over his nappy cornrows, a slight grin etched upon her mouth as the smell of marijuana engulfed the spacious hotel room.

Her exposed left leg rests on top of his thigh while he caresses her soft skin gently. The pair sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the peacefulness of the atmosphere and one another’s company.

“You should let me rebraid your hair.”

“Unh, unh, I’m tender headed, shorty.” He passes the blunt to the young woman, eyeing her once more. “You can massage my head though.” Neither of the two broke eye contact as she took a hit, exhaling slowly, blowing out o’s.

“Which head?” She quizzes boldly and Mef immediately catches on to her sexual innuendo.

“Which ever you feel comfortable with.” Mef’s low intense gaze immediately makes her nervous so she glances away, very intoxicated though shocked herself that she’s in Method Man’s hotel room with Method Man.

Juno loved the fact that he didn’t push himself on her or made any sexual advances. She’d heard a lot of rumors about rappers but Mef doesn’t appear to be that way. He was chill, nonchalant, hilarious and quite charismatic. And to mention… very fine. She always believed he was handsome from the moment she laid eyes on him upon seeing a photograph of him in the Source Magazine.

His roughneck look fit him perfectly. Now that she’s up close and personal, she could definitely see why the women went crazy. He was a pretty boy with a raspy, deep New York accent that could make you melt.

The moment Juno breaks their eye contact to avert her gaze downward, he finds himself looking away as well. Silence falling between the pair. Tamika’s face racing through his brain yet again. It was an ongoing thing the entire night though he’s in the company of a striking beauty.

“You hungry?” Her inquiry began to remind him, he’s starving. Not only that but he had the munchies. Of course, he’s hungry. He hadn’t ate much after the show and that was hours ago. Now it’s peeking on two in the morning. “Yeah, room service doesn’t sound too bad, huh?”

“Yeah, no…” She stops him from reaching for the phone with a laugh. “I know a place way better.” His eyeballs fell upon her plump backside as she crawls across the bed, sitting on her knees while the satisfying sound of her mid-length French tip acrylics meets the dialing pad. Her vanilla scent danced in and out of his nostrils the entire night, though, he couldn’t lie; a woman with good hygiene turns him on.

Mef finds himself traveling from the edge of the bed to plop his head on a nearby pillow, continuing to smoke the blunt Juno rolled moments before. Feeling a dip on the bed as she places their order, she turns to see him lying on his back comfortably. More importantly, in the bed wearing shoes.

Raising a brow at the sight, the call ended and the young woman sends a light smack to his bottom leg. “Boy, if you don’t take them damn shoes off.” Laying closely beside his being, snatching the blunt from between his lips and planting between hers instead.

He kisses his teeth playfully, “This my fuckin’ bed but since you told me to take my shoes off, I will.” The rapper sits up to do as told. “Happy?”

“You had a show tonight too so don’t take this wrong… you should freshen up— I’m not saying that you stink ‘cause you don’t. I’m just saying.” She shrugs, blowing the smoke through her nostrils.

The slight annoyance of her demands quickly subsided due to her looks.

“Coming in my hotel room and telling me what to do… you lucky you fine.” He speaks truthfully with a head shake, heading for the bathroom for a much needed shower.

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“Taste this.” She scoops a good amount of sweet potato pie onto the plastic spoon, bringing it to Mef’s lips. He hums as the sweetness enters his taste buds. “Good ain’t it?” A wide grin falls upon her captivating face as he sends her a nod as a response.

Awhile after Mef’s shower, their food arrived. It was a nearby Soul Food restaurant. The food was delicious and he couldn’t deny it. The next time he would come to the A, he would definitely be eating there again.

“I got a question.”

Putting their plastic containers to the side, she retorts, “Ask away.”

“You ain’t got a man?” A chuckle passes her lips at the question. “As good as you look I know some nigga wanna lock you down or got you locked down.”

His statement made her mentally scoff. “If a nigga had me locked down, I wouldn’t be in this hotel room with you.” Her love life isn’t a topic she’s too enthralled in discussing. She didn’t completely answer the question because she doesn’t feel obligated to.

“Word.” He nods.

“You got a girl?” Almost in an instant, he stops nodding but tries to play it off. Juno is really good at reading body language so she knew instantly. “You love her?” Mef doesn’t bother to meet eye contact, telling the young woman everything she needs to know.

Silence falls amongst the pair until the rapper breaks it, “…just some issues going on right now.” He doesn’t want to talk about it. Juno could hear it in his tone.

“We don’t gotta talk about it. I ain’t tryna pressure you.”

There was sudden mood shift. Both of them could feel it. Juno instantly regretted asking the question because it seemed as if he was still in his feelings over the woman.

“If that’s a dealbreaker for you then… you can leave if you want. I’ll be aight. I enjoyed your company.” With a sigh, he stands to his feet and prepares to walk off to another direction of the hotel room.

Silently, the young woman mentally contemplated whether to leave or not. He had a whole woman at home which whom he’s in love with. Sure, they were having their problems, but what relationship didn’t? She just knew that if she was in the other woman’s shoes, she would be crushed to find out her man is in a hotel room with an another woman being fed.

Though, if she would leave then Mef would still be upset, drinking away his sorrows like how she saw him prior. Deep inside, something made her want to help him feel better. She wasn’t sure how it felt to date him and doesn’t want to know. She couldn’t make him forget about her.

But just for the night, she wanted to make him feel something. She wanted to make him feel good.

She doesn’t owe his girlfriend or whatever she is to him any absolute loyalty. Juno had one of her man crushes in the same room as her so she’s going to take her chance.

Standing to her feet, Juno struts behind his chair, her hips swaying side to side seductively. Mef feels a presence behind him but stays put, thinking nothing of it. Her dainty hands meets the top of both of his shoulders, caressing the pair softly before sliding them along his clothed chest and between his legs.

His attire consisted of a plain baggy white beater and a pair of basketball shorts. Juno didn’t understand why he didn’t settle with the hotel bathrobe because it would’ve been easier access.

Removing her touch, her smooth glowing legs leads her in front of his frame. Mef’s legs were stretched wide, his arms resting on the arms of the chair while his low seductive gaze peered upward in her direction before traveling downward with her sudden movements. Juno was on her knees, pulling his shorts to his ankles to reveal what she’d been aching to lay eyes on for so long.

Mef remained silent, observing her actions closely. It was crystal clear what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.

It was exactly what she imagined. Long, thick, veiny, very well-endowed. He was ecstatic to see her just as much as she was. Without a hesitation, Juno devours him into her mouth and the minute she does, his head tosses backward with a low groan.

His groans would transition into small moans and the moans eventually grew louder. Juno was ravishing him like he was her last meal. Sucking, licking, finding herself kissing it as if it was a trophy. Her right hand wrapped around his phallus, stroking him to perfection. The other down her shorts, playing with herself.

The strapless crop top slid below her perky breasts, revealing the pair due to her hard work. Mef averts his attention onto the beauty giving him the best head he’s ever received. Though, he couldn’t help to notice a name tatted on her left breast that read ‘Dante’ in cursive. He ignores the observation and focuses on her Oscar-winning mouth instead. His hand found itself onto her head, not giving a single fuck about her hair or the fact that she has another man’s name tatted on her.

Her head bobbed up and down, creating beautiful music to their ears. Juno’s mouth reminded him of a vacuum, a beautiful and very skilled vacuum as she sucked like no tomorrow. This wasn’t her first time. She was much too skilled and he had no absolute complaints. He was in bliss. So deep in bliss that he grew close, an orgasm he isn’t ready for just yet. Too quick.

He found himself slightly trying to push her head back, lifting his waist off the chair a bit. She notices before saying, “Don’t run, papa.” Upon quickly going back to work, his toes began curling at the intense pleasure. A plethora of curse words exiting his mouth, “Fuck…”

Moments later after attempting to hold back, he finally let go while she sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. His body shook slightly, a low groan passing his throat. Pools of brown peering into one another’s as Juno took her time to undress, peeling off every piece of clothing one by one teasingly. Initially she was planning to leave after giving him the best head of his life but he was still up at attention, intensely staring in her direction hungrily. Apparently, there was still a job needed to be completed. Who was she to back out of a challenge?

Mef was growing impatient.

No longer seated in the chair, he towers the young woman before lifting her small frame into his arms by her legs while forcing himself inside. His lips crashing into hers. “Oh, fuck…” Her jaw drops at the sudden sensation of him inside her love. Not giving her much time to adjust. Her back was pressed against the wall as he sent the woman powerhouse strokes, arms pinned above her head. His hips circling round and round much to her pleasure.

Her constant wetness and tightness around his phallus kept his top row of pearly whites embedded into his bottom lip. Juno’s eyebrows furrowing together from the pleasure and the pain. The more he had his way with her, the louder she would become. The pair found themselves all over the room, making their mark as well as pushing a few things out of their path, items in which broke. They couldn’t care less about the complaints.

Bent over on the edge of the bed, Juno glances backward at the rapper behind her frame underneath her low gaze. Loud moans exiting her throat. “F-Fuck me like that..” Mef’s head was thrown back, gripping her waist while he gave her his all. He was fucking her so good that she was speechless and she’s usually vocal during sex.

“Mef, oh Mef, oh papa…” Her juices coating his phallus was a hell of a sight. He loved the fact that she was making such a mess because of him. He had her screaming, scratching his back, cursing him out, squirting everywhere, fucking up the sheets, legs wide open as if it wasn’t almost four o’clock. Mef had a flight in three hours yet that hadn’t seem to cross his mind.

Nothing seemed to cross his mind when he had a beautiful woman screaming his name and squeezing around him.

“What, baby?” He quizzes, dragging his tongue across his lips for the millionth time. “Fuck…” Mef couldn’t get over how incredibly wet she was. The sounds were driving him insane. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet for me, mama.” Sending a smack to her backside, she began to throw it back.

His mouth falls agape slightly as he watches her, “Juno, shit.” He couldn’t let her get the best of him again so he flips her over onto her back, pressing her wide legs upon her shoulders, pounding into the woman mercilessly. At this point, she was screaming to the top of her lungs. “Just like that, papa!” Her dainty manicured hands resting on the bottom of her thighs, no matter the pain, she loved it. Not once did she tap out nor push him back. She loved that rough shit.

Juno liked to be fucked like a slut and she was sure that Mef had a lot of pent up anger which she desired for him to take out on her.

Dark brown irises peering down in her direction and suddenly he decided to deepen his strokes before leaning in closer to her face. Both of them admiring one another’s canvas. Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, their eyes meeting instantly. They made a lot of eye contact during their activities but not like this… not in this position.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby.” He compliments the young woman below his being before bringing their lips into a passionate union. “You so perfect.” His dick continuously jabbing at her spot and it wasn’t as rough anymore, it was long and passionate strokes.

Juno wanted to fuck. Not make love nor fall in love.

The dick already had her willing to die for it. The consistent compliments, the dirty talk, the choking, his skillful strokes. Mef knew exactly what he was doing in bed. They were going at it for sometime now and his energy amazed her.

The way he stared at her as if he wanted to do any and everything for her as if he actually loved her. But she knows he doesn’t. He’d only met her a few hours prior. She could never be the woman he was drowning himself in sorrows about. She could never be her. This feeling of his love is temporary. She knew she would never see him again after tonight.

The thought hurt.

Mef’s love brought her to tears, caressing his shoulders and beautiful face to pretend as if she was his girl. As if he was hers. He belonged to someone else. But for right now, Mef belonged to her and she was going to fuck him like no tomorrow.

Regaining her strength, Juno flips the two over to gain control. Bouncing on top of the rapper energetically earning a plethora of groans as he sends several smacks to her backside. Suddenly, his firm right hand grips her neck, thumb sliding between her lips and she sucks on it. “Tell me you love this dick.” He demands, scanning her bare frame and the sight of their bodies colliding together for the millionth time.

“I love this dick.” She does as demanded and though it was a demand, it was the absolute truth. His dick fit her perfectly. “Papa… are you gonna cum for me?” Sucking his thumb seductively, her hips moved in a circular motion, desiring to feel him breed her again. No, she isn’t having his baby. She didn’t want to have his baby. There was no absolute use of protection but she does happen to be on the pill.

Without another word, he nods, completely speechless. She was really putting it on him from her mouth to her everything. For her final move, she leans forward to plant a few sensual kisses along his neck before whispering, “Come inside your pussy,” into his ear. It drove him wild when she called her pussy his. Over the years, she learned that men loved that.

Mef began to fuck her back from underneath the woman, palming her plump backside as his orgasm approaches. His mouth slightly agape in amazement, watching her breasts bounce in his face.

The moment the tip of his dick started to jab at her spot, her orgasm was quickly approaching as well. “Fuck, papa, I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts grew rougher and moreover, the pair found themselves releasing in unison. Their eyes meeting while riding their high, mouths wide open.

For some reason, Mef made sure she felt every drop of his semen. She guessed that it was because he knows it intensifies her orgasms.

“Damn.” Breathing heavily, Mef eyes the woman hopping off of his frame as slow as she could due to her body being sore and slightly limping to the bathroom. A light proud smirk creeps amongst his lips, eyelids shutting to get some sleep.

Light footsteps meets his eardrums yet again so his low tired gaze falls upon a naked Juno whom is getting dressed to his dismay. He wasn’t ready for her to go.

“Leaving me already?”

A giggle passing her throat, she slides on her underwear then came her denim shorts. “You and I both know what this was, Mef.” Her statement results in the rapper’s head to tilt backward in offense, immediately getting out of bed to throw on a pair of the basketball shorts that was laying sloppily on the floor to make his way towards the woman.

“Yeah…” He began. “It was two people who got together and enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Don’t you got a flight to catch in like what two hours?” She found his reaction to her getting ready to leave quite comical. They didn’t really know one another from a can of paint.

“So. That don’t mean you gotta leave yet, shorty.”

Sighing heavily, a captivating smile gracing her lips, “It doesn’t. But after you leave… you have someone to go home to. Never take that for granted.” Sliding her crop top through her head and adjusting it onto her chest. “Not many people have that.” Soon came her socks and shoes.

Juno was unlike any other woman he’d been with sexually. Maybe he was blinded by lust or her looks or the fact that she’s the epitome of cool. He wanted to keep in contact with her, at least. He definitely wanted to link up again.

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Go home to your girlfriend, nigga.” She replies humorously, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “I enjoyed you, Method Man.” Planting emphasis on his stage name, she pauses through the open door before waltzing in front of his tall frame. Her tattooed arms wrapping around his neck and he leans downward mindlessly, connecting their lips passionately.

One last taste.

Their tongues fight for dominance. Enjoying the taste of one another. Eventually, Mef wins. His hands falling just above her covered backside. Nibbling softly on her bottom lip as she pulls away, sliding her hand down his chest. His intense low gaze peering down at the young woman whom was admiring his half-naked silhouette.

His girl would be dumb to let him slip out of her hands.

Finally, she walks away and he watches her until she’s no longer in his peripheral. The moment she steps outside of the hotel room, her back presses against the wall before tossing her head backward in disbelief.

“Did I just do that?” She mouths to herself.

Moments after squealing softly to herself, Juno saunters for the elevator, feeling like a whole other woman.

#method man #90s #ryan destiny #smut #wu tang clan #redman #black men #black women #black beauty #black fiction #fiction

[metamorphosisff]

|Chapter 18 | Find Your Way Back

This past week had been relatively stress free after committing to the homework Dr. Mitchell doled out in our session. Outside of work I didn’t do anything that I did not have to do which meant I took time off from the gym and a break from helping out with Granddad. I needed a full break away from everyone. It wasn’t until this assignment that I realized that I was always on go, always running around, or exerting energy in some form. I had forgotten what it was like to be still and pour into myself. In this moment of stillness I found that what I really needed was to grieve. I needed to grieve Sabrina, who Grandad was, and who I used to be. I needed to grieve so that I could make space for the person I am now. 

My eyes travel back to my phone for the umpteenth time in the last twelve hours. I know Mila read my text because she hearted it but I have yet to receive a written or verbal response from her. The heart was a good sign yet it wasn’t enough. I needed more because I missed the hell out of her. Did she miss me the same way? Right as I was about to pick up the device again to craft another message, the sound of my door opening followed by footsteps, caused me to stand up. It didn’t take long to see who was barging into my apartment unannounced. 

“We let you have your lil Eat, Pray, Love moment but enough. We are going to watch this game and eat some wings,”  Aiden said, as he sauntered past the entryway armed with bags. Rah trailed behind him holding a case of beer.

“Bro, that key is for emergencies,” I said, shaking my head at them.

“It is an emergency. When was the last time you took a shower?” Aiden shouted over his shoulder, as he continued making his way towards the kitchen.

Okay, he had me there. I hadn’t actually left my apartment in the past three days and depression has a way of making you break routine. A quick lift of my arms, let me know that I needed to fix that immediately.

“Aight, it’s been awhile but I’ma get on it. Use coasters please,” I said, as I began walking towards the bathroom. 

“You might want to tighten up that hairline while you at it,” Rah said, making a clipper motion with his hands.

“Fuck y’all,” I chuckled.

“And hurry up funky, we hungry!” Aiden yelled, over the sound of clattering plates and my drawers being yanked open with more force than necessary. I shook my head as I proceeded to the bathroom deciding not to prolong the journey by responding to him. 

It takes me about forty minutes to shape up my hairline and then shower. When I saunter back into the living room it’s to a round of applause.

“Aye man, fuck y’all,” I chuckle, as I reach for a wing.

They had made use of one of the big bowls my mother insisted I would need one day and poured all of the wings into them. Beside that bowl was a plate full of fries and another of onion rings. There was also a box of pizza that Rah was currently inhaling half of. 

“What y’all niggas been up to besides breaking and entering?” I ask, as I sit down on the other end of the couch.

“Nothing but the usual. This nigga need help with a proposal to Keisha but I told him that’s your lane,” Aiden said, eyes trained on the game on the TV like he didn’t just announce something important.

“Oh shit, you ready to propose? It’s about time,” I said, looking over at Rah.

“Yeah man I know, I’ve been ready but now it feels like we’re both on the same page,” Rah says with a small smile. 

“I’m happy for you bro. She’s definitely going to say yes,” I said. 

“Duh, they've been together forever,” Aiden tosses in.

We both give him a side eye that he doesn’t see because his glance hasn’t left the game and won’t. Shaking my head I continue, “Aight, let me hear your ideas so I can tell you if they’re good or not.”

For the next hour we bounce ideas back and forth until we get the best proposal plan that encompasses both Rah and Keisha as a couple. In a month’s time, he will be popping the big question and I couldn’t be more happy for them. Once that’s squared away, Aiden insists that we head out to a few bars to celebrate the fact that the Nets won. However, I’m not ready to be out and about just yet so I send them on their way after they make me swear to show up to the gym this week. 

The moment I think I am about to get some peace after the guys leave, my phone starts to ring. I instantly reach for it hoping it’s Mila but when I see who it actually is, I freeze for a moment. The name ‘Pops’ flashes across my screen with a picture of us from my college graduation. It was a day neither of us thought I would see so we were especially happy to celebrate the occasion together. It rings out three more times but instead of answering, I watch it go to voicemail. He might be ready to talk but I’m not. Tossing my phone to the side, I’m on my way to the kitchen to get a drink when there’s a knock on the door. I swing it open without looking because I assume the boys forgot something but I’m in shock when I see who it is.

With her hair freshly braided and dressed in a cream sweater dress, Mila stands before me shyly. My eyes trace over her frame, it’s been so long since I’ve seen her in person that I instantly want to take in what’s been missed. It seems she is doing the same because when our eyes meet once more, a blush takes over her cheeks.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hi,” I replied.

“May I come in?” she asks.

“Of course, my bad, come, come,” I said, moving back so that she could enter the apartment. I have never been more thankful for the boy's intrusion like I am now because if she decided to pop up a few hours ago I would have been looking rough. I follow behind her until we’re both standing toe to toe in the living room. We resume eyeing each other again. There are oceans of words between us but none of them compare to the three that have been swirling in my mind nonstop since opening the door. She opens her mouth to speak but I beat her to it. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. More than you know.”

That’s all we both need to hear before enveloping each other in a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist tightly and she squeezes my shoulders to bring me closer. It takes everything in me not to hoist her into my arms. As badly as I want to, I know there are things that need to be said before we fall back into each other. She nuzzles her face in my chest and inhales deeply. I rub her back slowly as she gathers her thoughts. After a few moments she says, “I’m sorry to pop up but I feel like I owed you an in person apology. I took my past out on you and that was so unfair.”

“Mila I’m s-

“No, let me finish,” she said, tipping her head back so that our eyes could meet. Her brown eyes were already glazed over with tears begging to spring free. “I have not had the easiest life and because of that it’s so hard for me to trust people. Like unbelievably fucking hard. Then you came along and made me question everything I thought I knew. You gave me the ability to open up and I have never felt so seen. I have never felt so free.”

The tears that she had been holding back crash down onto her cheeks but instead of hiding her face like usual she bares them for me to see. “What Trevor did to me…made me feel like the woman I was before you. Scared and angry. Beyond angry and when I saw you, in a way I was mad that without you around I couldn’t be free. That wasn’t right to put on you and it took me some time and therapy,” she said with a sly grin causing us to both chuckle. It was only a few months ago that she had been adamant about not talking to anyone. The strides she has taken in our weeks apart makes me so proud.“...to realize that I can’t rest my freedom or happiness on your shoulders. I have to own that for myself or else I’m always going to be left to pick up the pieces”.

Leaning down, I press my lips softly against hers, no longer able to resist the urge. “Thank you,” I say against her lips. “While that is true, I need you to know that I am here for you, to support your happiness and aid in it. To protect you. To cherish you. To love you because I do love you and I’m in love with you Jamila Cortez.”

“I’m in love with you-

I swallow the rest of her confession with my tongue. The last of my restraint has vanished with those five words. She mewls as I finally give into my other urge and hoist her into my arms. Her hands raise from my shoulders to cup my face as I continue to devour her lips. As we kiss, I can feel the color slip back into my life. That’s how vibrant she is, how potent. We end up against the wall, breathing heavy as my lips move from her lips to the hollows of her throat. She smells of jasmine and promise, I sink my teeth in and am rewarded with a guttural moan. The kind that can only be elicited when two people know without a shadow of a doubt that their kindred spirit is present. 

We become an endeavor of sloppy movements fueled by an urgency to reunite as one. Her hands are fumbling with my sweats as I bunch her dress up to her waist. The thong she wears is easily ripped from her frame with one strong pull. The act causes her to push her hips against mine in excitement. Holding her tightly with my left arm, I use my right hand to slip myself against her folds.

“Damn,” I curse, feeling how wet she is for me already. 

As if she can read my mind she says, “She missed you too.”

I lean in and nip at her bottom lip as I guide myself inside, stretching her walls. She cries out softly as I’m welcomed back to my favorite place. Digging her heels into my lower back, Mila uses the leverage to drop onto me fully, causing us both to moan out. 

“Hold on,” I instruct as I grip both of her hips.

I wait until she interlocks her arms around my shoulders but once she does? I began to plummet into her warmth with abandon. My concentration is solely on the way our bodies work in tandem, each time I pull back, I’m covered in more and more of Mila. When I glance up, I catch Mila’s focused stare as she watches the way I disappear and reappear inside of her. Each time snatching more of her breath than the last. Feeling my stare, she drags me closer for a kiss. Her tongue flicks against mine until I capture and suck it slowly. 

“Xayyy,” she cries, tearing her mouth from mine. Her back is flush against the wall as I alternate my strokes from deep plunges to a slow grind against her spot.

“What’s up baby? Talk to me,” I said, speaking directly in her ear before licking the outer shell. “What do you want me to do?”

“There, there, there. Stay there,” she panted, tightening her grip against me.

“Right here?” I said, grinding deeper towards the left.

“Yes! Yes!” she said, flinging her head back so it lands on the wall with a soft thud. Her hips are winding, meeting my thrusts eagerly. We are in this together. 

“You really luh me?” I questioned teasingly, placing a kiss on her damp collarbone. 

“I do,” she said, nodding her head fervently. “So fucking much.”

“You gon’ cum for me then?” I asked.

“If you listen and don’t move,” she whines, causing me to chuckle.

Placing my lips against hers, I said, “I got you baby. I got you.”

Slipping a hand between us, I rub my fingers across her clit in circular motions causing her hips to freeze as she succumbs to the pleasure. “Nuh uh, no one told you to stop. Keep going,” I said.

“That’s too much,” she breathed out, tears aligning her eyes again. This time from pleasure as she tries to rise up to alleviate the pressure she was chasing only moments before. I yank her back down not allowing the escape.

“You got this,” I said, stealing another kiss. “Fuck me back like a good girl.”

Licking her lips, she nods her head, my words successfully triggering her hips to continue meeting my strokes. Though they initially held steady in pace, the more I played with her clit, the more frantic Mila’s movements became. Her walls were starting to pulse against me and I knew it was only a matter of time before we were both on our way to bliss. 

All that could be heard between us was heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against one another. Catching her gaze again, I saw the vulnerability she used to try to hide. At this moment it’s all there for me to see and I have never been more appreciative. Leaning in, I rest my forehead on hers as our lips meet for another kiss. It’s as frantic as our lower bodies as the power of our connection drives us forward. We’re moaning together as we crash out at the same time. This orgasm steals our breaths as we slink to the floor entangled. From this day forward I knew we would always have each other. When I looked at Mila, it was like seeing my heartbeat outside of my chest. 

Breathing hard against one another, we exchange soft kisses, and gentle touches as we come down from the intensity of our orgasms. She’s placing kisses on my chest while I play with her hair when I say, “Please don’t shut me out again. I know every day won’t be easy but I promise not to make it harder. I promise to have your back as long as you let me. I promise to choose you everyday.”

Raising her head up, she meets my eyes and I see the remorse in her gaze but it’s unnecessary because she was forgiven weeks ago. “I promise too. I promise to be better and to communicate instead of running away. I promise to choose you too.”

Lifting my index finger, I silently beckon her to come closer which she does by slinking her body up my torso. When she is close enough, I grab her throat and pull her towards my face. At the same time her hand finds my length. We sink into each other at the same time. Our promises are sealed.

#metamorphasisff #black romance #Black Fiction

[miyuhpapayuh]

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.

The night was finally here, and Simone couldn't be more excited– for many reasons.

She's been praying all week, for exposure that would send her career skyrocketing to the moon.

She'd finally get to show off her Logan original, and who wouldn't wanna be seen with a man as fine as hers!?

Ogling at how the fabric hugged her skin, she finally sat down and slid her feet into the gold heels Anthony gifted her, wrapping the laces around her ankles.

She decided to let Fiona do her hair in the same fashion as Jasmine's half up half down, since she'd fallen in love with it. Fluffing the strands in her ponytail, she lets it fall over her shoulders.

"I look so good.... wow."

"Wow is right." Anthony walks into her room with a red rose in his hand, causing all thirty-two of her teeth to present themselves, in a blindingly-white smile.

"You were supposed to wait downstairs, it was gonna be a surprise." She says, not being able to suppress the smile on her face as he closes in the space between them, placing sweet kisses on her lips.

"Usually, I'm a very patient man, but you've been up here squealing for the last fifteen minutes," he says, while she playfully rolls her eyes and turns back towards her mirror. "I had to see what the fuss was about."

"And, well?"

"You look fucking amazing, babygirl." He wraps one arm around her waist and hands her the pretty red flower. She puts it up to her nose as the rosiness on her cheeks starts to become more evident.

"Thank you. You clean up nice, as well." He was clad in a white dress shirt with a couple of the buttons undone, daringly orange slacks and white loafers.

"Ah, she's being nice to me. Tonight must be very special." He teases.

She tries to turn in his grasp, which he tightens.

"I've been nice to you, before tonight!"

"Only because I ate that pretty pussy of yours.”

The inside of her thighs tingle at the memory.

She clears her throat. "Well, maybe you should do that, more often, hm?" She stares into the mirror, meeting his glazed over gaze.

With that, he releases his tight hold on her, making sure to keep her hand in his. "Let's get you to this event, before we miss it altogether.

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Stepping out of his custom painted, candy green BMW M3, Anthony rounds the passenger side and opens Simone's door, shielding her from the bright lights of the cameras.

Tossing his keys to the valet, he waits for her to hook her hand onto his broad arm and escorts her up the stairs of the W hotel— one of the fanciest places in downtown Atlanta.

"I hope they caught my good side," she jokes as they head towards the elevator.

"You don't have a bad side." He says.

She looks up at him with a raised brow. He looks down and matches her gaze, causing her to look away and laugh.

"Am I lying?" A chuckle intertwined with his question.

"No, no... you're not lying."

They step inside and ride up to the fifth floor. The doors slide open and a gasp leaves her mouth. Pink and black balloons litter the high ceilings, along with gold streamers.

"Wow, they really outdo themselves, every year!" She exclaims.

He nods in agreement.

"Agreed. Last year was nice, but this is better." He carefully helps her down the shiny, black winding staircase to the cherrywood floor.

"Simone!" Jada calls out, waving her hand over her head, trying to get her best friend's attention.

"You hear my name?" Simone glances in different directions as the calling continues.

"Sounds like Jada." He says, looking around now, too.

"Simone! Over here!" The pair turn to their left, finding Jada in a scandalous, red dress. The velvet number clings to her figure like a second skin, with a slit that sits at her right hip.

"Well, damn! I think you might've shown me up tonight." Simone huffs, pulling Jada into a hug.

"I could never! This dress is killing me! I love your hair, too! You look absolutely stunning!”

"Thank you, thank you! You look amazing, sis. Who slayed this hair?"

She flips her burgundy, two-toned hair off her shoulder.

"Obviously, me! You know, I don't let anybody do my hair, besides Fiona, cause she'd literally kill me if I denied her."

"We make her sound scary."

"She is."

Jada smirks as she tilts her head up at Anthony, who squints his eyes at her, in a lighthearted manner.

“Hey, boyfriend!” She sings, making Simone sigh.

"Always nice to see you, Jada. Tell your sister, congratulations, for me."

"I definitely will. How's life been treating you?"

"Oh, it's very sweet, right now." he squeezes

Simone's shoulder. "How about you?"

"Peachy as hell. Tonight's just another cherry on top." Her dimples deepen.

"There's the superstar!" Logan walks up to Simone, immediately stopping herself from gawking at the man behind her.

"Hey, Logan! Wow, this dress is beautiful! Did you make this one, too!?"

"Indeed, I did!" She turns towards Jada with her hand outstretched. "Hi, I'm Logan. I've heard so much about you."

"And, everybody's familiar with the famous Logan!

You're so pretty! I'm Jada." She compliments.

"So are you!"

"Logan, this is Anthony. Anthony, this Logan, the best assistant I've ever had." He shakes her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Logan. You've got some real talent."

"Oh, the friend,” she drags out, making Jada snicker. “It's nice to meet you, too, and thank you! I appreciate that.”

"Can I get everybody's attention, towards the front?” Rose taps the mic twice, while everyone starts to turn their heads towards the stage.

Her chocolate, sequined dress hugs her curves in all the right places, while the slit that runs up her thigh adds a sultry vibe.

"Wow, it's starting to fill up in here, huh?"

Laughter fills the room, proving how much space it has, as the bass of the sound bounces off the vast walls.

“I wanna thank everybody for doing their part in making tonight happen. It takes so much time to coordinate these things, and I just really appreciate the dedication and hard work that y'all have been putting in, since the year started. I know everybody isn't here yet, but I just wanted to quickly say that."

She waves as everyone applauds.

"She looks so good!" Simone compliments aloud.

"She does! You see the slit?!" Jada excitedly asks.

"I did! I know her husband is loving it."

Simone chuckles, before asking the very question that's been on the tip of her tongue, since Jada called her over.

"Where's Derek?" Jada smiles, before rolling her eyes.

"He's talking to Mark. That man's always got something going on," she rolls her eyes. "I told him that I'd be by the bar when he was done."

Simone stretches on her toes and stares in the direction of the bar, spotting Derek waiting for Jada.

"I see him. Let's head over there." They head through the slight crowd of people and sit along the granite countertop on black barstools.

"Hey, baby." Jada greets Derek with a kiss. "Look who I found!"

"Hey, Simone," he extends a hug her way. "It's nice to see you, again.”

"You, too!" She says, giving him a knowing look. He laughs, before slapping hands with Anthony.

"Wassup, man!” They say in unison, making the girls laugh.

Sitting beside her, he sits it on Simone's knee, beginning to rub circles on her exposed skin.

"Can I get a shot of tequila?” she looks over at him, "you want anything?"

He shakes his head. "I'm good for now.”

Simone grabs her shot and knocks it back, before leaning back into his chest.

“Thanks again for coming with me, tonight.”

"I know how important this is to you. I wouldn't have missed it, babygirl." He kisses her cheek.

"Hello, beautiful people!” Rose greets, placing her cold hands on Simone and Jada's shoulders.

"Hey, boss lady!" Simone responds.

"You look beautiful tonight!" Jada adds.

"Thank you. You two show out every year with these dresses, I see!"

"We all got the memo about the slit, too!" They burst into a fit of giggles. Anthony chuckles at their exchange.

"Who is this gorgeous man, you've got on your arm, honey?"

"This is Anthony. Anthony, this is my boss, Rose." They politely shake each other's hand.

"That's her boo thang!" Jada interjects with a grin on her face.

"Well, it's definitely nice to meet you. I knew there was a source behind this glow." Rose says, knowingly.

"Anything to make her happy. It's nice to meet you, as well.

"Do you mind if I steal her, for a minute?"

"Just as long as you bring her back to me." He smirks as he helps Simone off the stool.

"I promise. Come, dear. I've got something to show you." The pair head back through the crowd, towards the side of the stage, where a gold plaque sits.

"I wanted to show you this. Look in the top left corner."

"Oh my God, Rose! Is that my name?!" She asks in disbelief.

"Of course it is, girl! You deserve it."

"This is huge! Oh wow, this is so huge!" She starts pacing, dramatically.

"I've got another surprise for you.”

“What??” Simone asks, blinking rapidly as she steps back onto the stage, gaining everyone's attention, quicker this time.

"Now that everyone has arrived, I wanna thank everybody again for coming. Now I can share my announcement with you all."

"I've been thinking about how my business has been running for the past three years, and I've been making some slight changes. I'll be opening two new locations in October. There'll be one in California and one in Manhattan. Also, I've decided to finally pick my COO. I'd been sitting on it, because I couldn't picture who was right for this position, but now it's clearer than it's ever been.”

She reaches for the black and pink, hand-sculpted glass A. "It is with great pleasure that I introduce to y'all, Simone Carson." The body of well-dressed people applauds for her.

Jada's mouth falls open as she starts cheering, while Anthony ecstatically claps like the proud beau he is.

Simone, on the other hand, carries her shaky legs up the steps to accept the award. Her widened eyes cause Rose to laugh.

"Really? Me??" She asks, over the noise.

"There's no one else more deserving, dear!" She gives Simone a hug and moves away from the mic, letting her have the spotlight.

She nervously smiles and looks out at the people, as their cheering comes to a slow stop.

"Wow... I don't even know what to say.... thank you," she looks towards Rose. "You have a lot of faith in me and I don't always know what to do with that, because I don't wanna disappoint you, but obviously I'm doing something right!," slight laughter erupts. "I appreciate you for giving me a chance to show my creativity. I probably would've never made it this far, without you constantly pushing me. Thank you so much.”

"We love you, Simone!" Jada yells from the side of the stage, just a few feet behind Anthony, who's got the most impressed expression on his face. More people join in, the applause beginning again.

"I love y'all, too! Thanks, again."

Rose and Simone are escorted down the stairs and off to the side of the stage, where she places the award in security's hands.

"I'm gonna lock it up in the office, just to keep it safe. It'll be in your office tomorrow.”

Simone nods, still in shock. "Thank you.”

"You're welcome. Your friends are waiting for you." She pats her shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you, Monday."

"Oh my gosh, congratulations!" Jada rushes over, pulling Simone into a hug that pulls her tears to the surface.

"Thank you! I'm so shocked right now. I would've never guessed that I'd be in this position!"

"You deserve it, girl! You work your ass off!"

"It's true!" Logan pops up. "You deserve it all! I'm so happy for you.

"Ugh," Simone drags her thumbs underneath her eyes, stopping the tears from ruining her makeup.

"Thanks, you guys."

"Awww!" They pull her into a hug, smothering her with their love.

"Ant’s is waiting on you." Jada gets behind her and pushes her towards him. Simone playfully smacks her hands away.

"Cut it out! I'm going." She walks the short distance to him, yelping as her feet leave the ground.

His strong arms hold her up as he places a passionate kiss on her lips, making her head spin as she reaches out to hold his shoulders.

"I'm so proud of you." His voice takes on a husky tone that'll quickly ruin her panties, before the night is through.

He sets her back on her feet, his hands lingering on her hips.

"Thank you, baby." The look in her brown eyes is one he's only seen a couple of times.

"You had no clue, did you?” He asks, laughing as she shakes her head.

"I never thought, in a million years, that a position like that would have my name on it! Like, who am I??"

"A boss. A go-getter. You're everything.” He says, laying it on extra thick.

She smirks. "I'm everything, huh?"

"You didn't need me to tell you that."

"No, but I like the way it sounds, coming out of your mouth." She bites down on her bottom lip.

"You wanna celebrate here or take it back to the crib, because the way you're talking–”

"Relax. You're not the only one that can tease."

She pulls him back towards the bar and orders three more shots of tequila, all of them immediately hitting her bloodstream to give her the buzz she's been craving.

"Can you drink with me, please?"

He lets his shoulders slouch as she orders him two shots of rum. She slides them towards him, cheesing widely as she watches him knock them back, clapping obnoxiously.

“Yay, no more stuck in the mud!” She teases.

"Keep it up.”

"Or what?" She challenges him.

He darkly chuckles. "You'll see.”

As the night goes on, the liquor continues to flow between them, along with the skyrocketing sexual tension.

Popping another shrimp puff into her mouth, her eyes dance across his face. "Let's get out of here."

Without a word, he pulls her up from the stool and leads her towards the elevator, sliding inside before the doors close. She reaches forward to push the button for the first floor.

Completely in their own world and ignoring the other two people inside, Anthony kisses along Simone's neck as she tries to suppress her moans.

The doors open and they practically rush outside, not caring about the millions of flashing cameras going off as they do so.

"Miss Carson, over here!"

"Is this your new beau?!"

"How does it feel to be a COO?!"

"It's feels fucking great!” She slurs at the reporters as he opens the passenger door for her, laughing as she dramatically slides into the seat.

“Let's get you home.”

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Unlocking her front door, Simone, less than gracefully, walks through her living area, into the kitchen and pulls the bottle of peach crown royal out of her top left cabinet, twisting the top off.

"It's that type of night, huh?" He amusedly questions, leaning on her white marble countertop.

She responds by turning the bottle up, swallowing some of the strong, yet sweet, poison. Sitting it down, she drags her thumb across her bottom lip.

"This is my celebratory liquor! This calls for it, no?" She smirks as he rounds the counter, closing in the space between them.

"Yes, but I think you've drank enough, tonight." He dips his head into her neck, kissing her hot spots. "Let me show you how proud I am.”

She bites her lip and verbally agrees, squealing as he lifts her off the ground and rushes upstairs.

"Wait, wait!” He sets her on her feet, almost confused, until she turns around and points to the back of her dress for him to unhook it.

"We can't mess up this dress. I may be drunk, but I'm not crazy.... well..."

"I was just about to say,” he starts, but gets cut off by her turning her head to glare at him.

"Your words, not mine." He chuckles, carefully pulling the dress away from her body, leaving her in nothing but the red lace thong that he'd gifted her, on one of their many shopping sprees.

"Mm," a growl leaves his throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin.

His lips kiss a path down her back, as he kneels down to untie her shoes and help her step out of them.

She sighs as her toes welcome the plushness of her pink carpet, before turning back around to face him.

He picks her up and sits her on the edge of her bed, pulling her small ottoman in front of him and sitting down.

Pulling her drenched thong to the side, he groans at the string of nectar that clings to the fabric.

"Look at this pretty fuckin' pussy,” he breathes, pressing his thumb against her clit, sending her back arching away from the bed.

"Mmm." She tugs on her bottom lip as she stares at him through her low lids. "It's so wet for you.”

"I see," his thumb continues to rub her clit in circles, slowly driving her insane.

"Unh– please..." her hand reaches out to grip his curls, pulling him closer to her core.

"What do you need me to do, princess?" He teasingly kisses her inner thigh, as she rests her legs on his shoulders.

"Eat this pussy, baby."

He glides his tongue over her slit and suckles her clit into his mouth, warranting her soft cries to fill the air.

"Ohh fuck!" Her head falls back into her pillows as she locks her ankles around his neck. He moans at her sweet taste.

"Just like that,” his tongue laps up her slit, repeatedly.

"Mmm... pussy so good, babygirl," he moans against her, making matters worse. He dips his tongue into her drenched opening, slurping up everything she has to offer.

Taking his index and middle finger, he rubs them against her slit and plunges them into her, immediately curving to her spot as his tongue finds her clit, suckling it like his favorite candy.

"You're gonna make me cum!" Her back arches as she grabs his wrist, moaning as he increases his pace and flicks his tongue against her clit.

"I'm gonna cum!-– I'm gonna cum!"

Her hands rub over his head, fighting between pulling him closer and kicking him away.

"Cum for me, baby." He growls against her heat.

Her body caves in as her orgasm rushes through her. Her profane praises fill in his ears as he continues his lashing on her sensitive bud.

"Unh! St— ooh shit, stop!" She pushes his head away and cups her wet core, trying to catch her breath.

Her low, red eyes stare up at him, while he strips out of his clothes, making her throb all over again.

"C'mere,” she beckons him with one finger, pulling him for a juicy kiss, which turns into him stealing her breath as he dives into her.

Groaning against her lips, he stuffs his face into her neck and begins slowly thrusting in and out of her. Her nails scrape along his back.

"Fuck!" She whimpers, "just like that, baby.”

Slightly increasing his pace, his hips begin to roll into hers, making her see stars, on top of the alcohol rushing through her bloodstream.

"You're so deep!" She kisses his ear and wraps her legs around his waist.

"You like that shit," his gruff tone sends a chill up her spine.

“Love that shit, baby,” she moans back, “fuck me!”

Leaning up and placing his hands flat on the bed, his hips begin to slam into hers, deliciously knocking against her spot.

Her body reacts by seizing up, she places her hand at his hip, slightly keeping him back. "Fuck!"

"Take this dick, princess." His hand wraps around her throat, while hers stays glued to his hip.

"I- unh!"

"You what, babygirl? " he teases, pressing his thumb against the front of her throat, a little weakness he'd learned in the first few times they'd had sex.

Her hands travel up to his stomach, pressing firmly against it. He grips her wrists and places both of her hands over her head.

"Keep them up here." He demands, returning his hand to her neck, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"It's so deep!" Her hands tremble something terrible as her spot is continuously pressed up against by his thick intruder.

"You can handle it," he assures. "Handle this dick, like a big girl."

Her eyes roll back slightly at his words, but the force of him pulling out and jabbing back in to precisely hit her spot sends them all the way back in her head.

"Shit!" Her hands fly towards his waist. He quickly grabs and places them back over her head, leaning closer to her face.

"Keep ‘em up,” he repeats before leaning back up and dipping his hips into her.

Her hands go to her mouth, muffling her cries as she bends away from the bed.

"You look so good, takin' this dick... hands up, babygirl."

Her hands reluctantly leave his skin again, falling just above her head, twitching to push at his waist, instead they tighten their grip on the sheets.

"Why you keep pushin' me away, huh?" Leaning down to hover his lips over hers, his strokes never let up.

Her fluttering gaze makes him smile and kiss her parted lips. "Too much?"

"Yes," her hands find his shoulders, immediately digging into his skin. Taking her hands into his own, he presses them back into the mattress, holding them there.

"It's too much, huh?" He taunts, hitting a little deeper.

"Yes! Ooh shit! Ooh shit!" Her toes curl at the intense pleasure rushing through her body. His lips find her neck, whispering into her heated skin.

"You want me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop!"

"Say it, again."

"D-don't stop,” she whimpers.

"Again."

"Don't stop, baby! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum on this dick, princess." His strokes speed up, knocking her breath away and pulling a strong orgasm out of her.

Her mouth drops open as she squirms underneath him, digging her nails into her hands as he continues to drill into her.

"Ohh fuck! It feels so good, fuck!"

"That's right, baby," he nips at her skin, "drench that shit."

His name rolls off her tongue as she goes into orgasmic shock, wiggling in his grasp til he releases her.

Cupping her hand over her sensitive lower lips, she doesn't get the chance to recoup as she's flipped over and gripped up by the hips.

Her breath gets caught in her chest as he slams back into her. He grips the front of her throat with one hand as he begins to pound into her.

"Oh shhhit!" Her hand slaps against his stomach as he speeds up. Her back continuously arches at the feeling.

"Shut up." his hand collides with her cheek, leaving it stinging something awful.

"Fuck! Wh--what did I do?"

Wrapping his hand around her ponytail, he yanks her up, his chest pressing against her back.

"Remember all that shit you was talking, princess?... bein’ so fuckin’ bold… huh?” He smacks her ass again, another yelp leaving her.

"Come on, baby... talk yo shit."

"I'm– unh! I'm so-- fuck!" Her nails dig into his thighs as she tries to force her words out, his sped up thrusts doing nothing to help her.

"Say it!"

"Shhhhhit!--I'm s-sorry!" She stumbles, feeling another orgasm creep up in her belly.

"What was that?" He taunts.

"I'm sorryyy! Fuck! I- ooooh, I missed you!" She whines as her body caves in and her fingers latch onto the sheets in front of her.

"I know, babygirl," the smirk is evident in his voice, "I missed your bratty ass, too.”

"I'm cummin'!" A gasp leaves her mouth as she collapses into the sweaty, deep blue cotton sheets.

Continuing to glide in and out of her, he kisses up her back and neck, chuckling at her heavy breathing.

"Shit.... you make such a mess, princess." He mumbles, staring down at the white cream coating his thick shaft.

He was far from done.

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Rolling over to turn her alarm off, Simone ends up smacking the phone off the dresser, completely.

"Ugh," she grumbles and turns back in the other direction, laying her head back on Anthony’s warm chest.

She glances up at his face and laughs to herself, at his soft snores. Feeling a kick in her bladder, she's off to her bathroom to relieve it of all the tequila and whiskey, from the night before.

Washing her hands, her fluffy slippered feet carry her back into her room. She bends down to retrieve her phone, rolling her eyes as the alarm that woke her up, was pertaining to her having a conference call for the first steps in the redesign for Allura.

Plopping down on the bed, she places her phone right over his face and snaps a couple of pictures, giggling as he starts to move around a bit.

Latching his hand onto her arm, he lazily pulls her back into his side and kisses her face, eyes still closed. She lays the phone on the dresser.

"Duty calls, this early in the morning?" He asks, soothingly running the tips of his fingers up and down her back.

"Nah, it was just a reminder. I set random alarms to keep me on my feet, today." She explains.

"Yet, you're still in bed," he chuckles as she crawls onto his chest, tucking her face into his neck.

"I don't wanna get up, right now." She mumbles, sighing as he wraps his warm arms around her.

"Come on, boss lady. I'll make you breakfast," he turns his head in her direction to nip at her ear, which makes her flinch.

"You'll make my favorite?" She asks, her face still tucked in his neck.

"Of course, babygirl." He leans his head over to kiss her shoulder. "Cinnamon and strawberry french toast with scrambled eggs."

She giggles as his kisses reach her neck, just milliseconds away from her sweet spot as she reveals her morning face.

"Okay, okay!"

"Thanks for taking my makeup off, by the way. I was out of it."

"It's nothing. As much as I love to listen to you rant about your extensive and expensive skincare, I thought I'd save you, this go-round." He smiles as she stares him down.

"You're an ass."

"An ass, that put yours to sleep."

Cutting into her third slice of French toast, Simone grumbles at the sound of her alarm going off, again.

"You never take off, do you?" Anthony states more than asks, flipping another piece of the egg, strawberry and cinnamon battered bread in the pan.

"I didn't realize how fast this would move! Rose said in a week tops and she meant it!" He laughs at the change in her pitch as she goes on.

"This basically fell in my lap, and like the goofy bitch I am, I decided to take on the fucking challenge." She frowns.

"Quit referring to yourself as such and stop pouting. Look at me," he says, waiting for her gaze to line up with his.

"You're a boss. Bosses get things done— isn't that what you always tell me? I mean, look at what you accomplished last night!”

"Yeah, I know but-"

"No but's, Simone. You got this, and you know you do. I agree, it's a big project, but there's nothing too big for you to handle.

Suddenly feeling full, she mushes the rest of her eggs with her fork, letting her eyes linger on the mountain of man at her stove.

"I wish I believed in me, as much as you do." She chuckles as he nods in agreement.

"Me too."

“Can you show me how much you believe in me? I need a pep talk.” She says, smirking at the words leaving her lips.

“Whatever you need, princess.” He chuckles, hoisting her up from the stool and carrying her over to the sofa.

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After a mid-morning quickie that almost clashed with her conference call, Simone rushes into her upstairs office space and closes the door, leaving Anthony downstairs, with a wide grin on his face.

Quickly re-buttoning her shirt, she sits down in her pink office chair and places the phone on speaker.

"Good morning, Miss Carson, are you ready?" A female voice asks.

"Yes, good morning," she grabs her bottle of water and chugs half of it, trying to rehydrate and calm her nerves.

"Alright, let's get started. My name is Sabrina, how are you?"

"It's nice to meet you, Sabrina. I'm doing good, how about yourself?"

"Pleasure's mine, and I'm well. Now, the best place for us to start would be in the front and work our way around and up. I'm thinking maybe, either the lobby or the elevators. Which one works for you?"

"We can start with the elevators. It'll be an inconvenience, but I'd rather knock that out, now.”

"Alright, great. What ideas did you have in mind to give those elevators a facelift?"

"I was thinking cream marble with gold veins on the interior with a mirrored accent wall on the back panel. Also candlelight trim around the floor borders. Also, I need a smooth transition between the interior and exterior of the building, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it," she ends with a soft laugh.

Sabrina is on the other end using her iPad to make notes and sketches of possible end results.

“I like the way that sounds, Miss Carson. Rose did make mention of black marble on the exterior, so I definitely see what you mean about having a smooth transition between the spaces."

What was meant to be a roughly thirty minute conference turned into two hours as the pair continued to share ideas back and forth.

"I can tell this is going to be a lovely partnership,

Simone. You've got some serious style.

"Thank you so much!," she says, accepting the compliment graciously.

"We also heard about you getting the COO position, congratulations!," Simone softly laughs, responding with a second, sweet thank you.

"You're welcome. I think we made a pretty good headway today. The crew will be in on Monday at 9am sharp to start renovations. I'll call if I have any more questions, and don't be afraid to do the same.”

"Will do, ma'am. You have a great rest of your day."

“You too, boss lady.”

As soon as she hangs up, an incoming call from Jada comes through.

Propping her phone up against her folders, she accepts the FaceTime call, shaking her head as a cheery Jada comes into view.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, chile."

"You disappeared early, last night." Jada gives her a knowing look.

"Sorry, girl. That dick was callin' my name."

"Mmhm. The glow says it all. You look like somebody oiled your fast ass up!"

"Oh, he definitely could!" she fondly sighs and leans back in her chair. "What's up, though?"

"I just wanted to call and bother you, and congratulate you, again! Miss COO! We should celebrate!"

"Yes, we should! You got plans, tonight?" Simone asks.

"I do, now! Let's go to Peach!"

"Alright, what color are we wearing?"

"Hmm... black?, maybe.... pink?"

"Oh God, I gotta go see what I can find, now."

“Yes, cause we finna fuck it up tonight!”

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[prettypink-princesss]

once i find out the fic isn’t xblackreader i literally cant read it. like i physically cant LMDOANAA 😭

#x black reader #black tumblr #black fiction #black reader #HELP #lmfao anyways

[thevampirearchive]

— Victoria Frankenstein

#moodboard #Frankenstein #upload #horror #horror moodboard #black fiction

[intersexbookclub]

July book pick: The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Our book pick for July is The Deep by intersex author Rivers Solomon! It was inspired by the song "The Deep" by Clipping, and is a fantasy novella set in a society of mermaids descended from African slaves.

We will be meeting online to discuss The Deep on Friday July 28 at: - 11:30am Pacific (Vancouver, San Francisco, etc) - 2:30pm Eastern (Toronto, New York, etc) - 8:30pm Central European (Paris, Berlin, etc) The meeting will be held on our discord, which you can join here: https://discord.gg/wmMQUQxEK4 (See our code of conduct)

As a reminder we'll be meeting to discuss our June book pick, The Fortunate Fall on Weds June 28. But if you're looking to get started on the next book, we hope you enjoy the Deep! We chose The Deep because: - We've heard good things about it! Most recently we heard it praised for its autistic representation. - It's been critically praised, and it's always great to see ownvoices getting recognition. It's a Lambda Literary Award recipient and was nominated for the Hugo, Nebula and Locus awards. - It's a novella, increasing the chance people can finish the book. Though finishing a book is not expected for the book club we know most people prefer to finish books for book clubs. - The book deals with heavy themes such as the trans-Atlantic slave trade and inter-generational trauma, and a novella gives us a gentler entry to talking about heavy content. (List of trigger warnings for the book here.)

Disccussion questions we’ll be using to facilitate the conversation (you don’t need to finish the book!):

What did you like about it?

What did you struggle with?

What other works did it make you think of? Why?

What connections do you see between this book and our last pick (The Fortunate Fall)?    

This book grapples with how can we hold the truths of the violence in our personal/communal histories whilst also being able to move forward. What did you get out this facet of the book?

This is an atmosphere-oriented book rather than a plot-oriented book. Thoughts on the atmosphere?

We hope to see you at the meeting! If you have thoughts on the book feel free to share them as reblogs/replies!

And if The Deep isn't in the cards for you and you want to start on our August pick, it will be The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin.

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[sincerlycas]

defo need eren x black! reader when reader gets jealous nd the aftermath of it…i’m the biggest sucker for jealous fics ..

girl me too !!! and I gotchu speak nun of this 🤫.

my man.

summary: eren is hanging out with you and his friends at the pool till some girl comes up to him flirting, him not knowing so, he basically flirts back after dismissing her. this causes you to get jealous and have a sour mood but eren gone handle that.

warnings: arguing, missionary, oral, degrading, a bit of anal (thumb in thy bottox), mature scenes, black reader, bad bitch y/n, a bit of mean eren, etc.

don’t forget to dm me for commissions <3

at the moment you and the group were in the new pool place that opened up. the water felt so nice and they even had a hot tub. you were sporting your black chanel bikini with hair in a updo showing off your butterfly tattoo. looking over at eren shocked after he splashed some water on you when you were taking pictures. “boy- don’t play with me” eren laughed while trying to run away in the water but failing miserably and falling face first.

you and eren were matching a bit, him being shirtless showing off his countless of tattoos and black swim trunks clinging tightly to his thighs. his hair in the same updo as you. getting up to swim after him then jumping on his back to bring back into the water when he tried to get away.

“okay okay!! you win love let me go!!” eren wiggled from your grasp then kisses your nose after. “let me fix your hair-“ eren’s words were cut off by connie and armin spraying him with water guns.

automatically disregarding you he made a beeline to jump out the pool and run after them. all you did was laugh watching the whole mess. everyone was having a good day, good vibes and all that stuff. but yours was ruined when that girl went up to him rubbing on his arm. getting out the pool to hear the conversation being in a ear shot of them you heard along the lines of “you’re handsome you know that?” she said with him responding “thank you, you’re pretty as well but I got a girlfriend..” smiling at her showing his pearly whites as if he was practically flirting back.

she frowned then it at that. crossing your arms you stood behind me as he turned around and was startled by you being right behind him. “bro! you scared tf outta me mama” chuckling while grabbing at your waist went to lean in for a kiss by which your declined by curving out the way. “what’s wrong? you okay?” putting his hand on your forehead to check if anything was wrong.

moving his hand from your forehead you frowned “do you flirt with all girls who come up to you looking thirsty asf like that?” not beating around the bush you got straight to the point. eren scrunched his face up after what you said “what are you talking about? I literally dismissed her” letting go of your waist eren mimicked your actions by now being the one to cross his arms.

“ ‘thank you you’re pretty as well’ that sound like dismissing to you?” rolling your neck at him you wanted to know what excuse he would come up wit now. “I was simply returning a compliment !” raising his voice to a higher octave he stared at you giving you the same attitude as if what he did was okay.

“oh I seee, you’re jealous aren’t you” eren smiled as he pointed out the obvious. you being who you were, you weren’t going to admit to it. “boy bye.” pushing your hand against his chest to make him move out the way you walked out and went to change to a pair of jean shorts and tube top walking towards the car and hopping in sitting in the back waiting for everyone you finish changing and leave together.

everyone got seated in the car as jean drove y’all to your respective houses. eren sat next to you trying to slip his hands between your thighs but you moved closer to armin practically leaning against him. this caught armin making him nervous so he leans toward your face to see if anything is wrong. “you okay y/n?” for a second you flicked his eyes to look at eren who was already staring at him with the most deadliest glare.

this caused him to sit back up and act like you weren’t all up on him. “I’m fine ‘min thanks for asking” side eyeing eren while doing so to see him leaning back against the chair staring right at you while tonguing the side of his cheek.

the glares and side eyes went on the whole ride till jean dropped you guys off at your house while waving a bye. you started speed walking to the house noticing eren was trying to catch up to you. “y/n stop right there.” eren yelled into the house as you continued to go up the stairs to your shared rooms. ignoring all his yells while rolling your eyes, you took off your clothes and put on a robe while looking for an outfit to put on.

meanwhile eren made it to the room and grabbed your arm “you’re that jealous that you have to be all up on armin for attention huh?” forcing you to look up at him. “I wasn’t all up on him- let me tf go-“ snatching your arm from him you turned to look at your mirror fixing your edges “I was trying to get away from you obviously- matter of fact why are you worrying about what I’m doing? don’t you miss the pretty lady from the pool?” eyeing him from the mirror you see him glaring at you.

not giving you the chance to rebel, eren picked you and slammed you on the bed while then leaned in giving you a rough sloppy kiss with anger. you being angry as well you gave in while harshly gripping his hair. “ma why are you acting like you’re not the only one for me huh?” trailing kisses down your stomach then to you inner thighs eren waited for an answer. ignoring him you spread your legs as you felt him kiss right near your cunt.

“you know you’re my pretty girl right?” looking up at you while staring to kiss your clit giving it a good lick.

“y-yes~” talking low and breathy you slipping your hand into your silk robe tugging onto the perked up nipples. eren fully placed his mouth around your pussy then started flicking his tongue up and down. moaning lightly you moved your hand to grip his hair looking down at him. “you won’t talk to girls anymore?” pouting at him he simply nodded then shoved him tongue into your hole. “ouuu~” rolling your head back from the immense pleasure.

eren was fucking your cunt with his tongue so well that when you felt your high coming you started pushing at his head. grabbing your hand eren moved it away and gripped your thighs harder burying his face in your cunt shaking his face left and right “cum on my face mama~ make a mess” like in command you started cumming to which he gladly lapped up.

licking his lips eren got up while staring down at you, starting to tug at his pants pulling them down eren rubbed at your thighs. “you’re still jealous mama?” rolling your eyes as he started laughing at you. “it’s not funny nigga; you know what, you seemed quite jealous when you saw me and armin I’d say we have chemistry don’t you think?~” this shut eren up as he finally ridded himself from his pants and took no time in sliding in with force.

letting out a yelp you stared at eren as he smirked at you and pushed your legs near your ears. “you think I see armin as a competition? you’re embarrassing yourself mama, just admit you’re jealous” slamming down into you before you could rebuttal making your let out a loud fuck while gripping onto the sheets. “this pussy is too good for you to be acting all jealous.” grunting while hitting deeper and slow eren made you stare at him the whole time.

“s-shut up ‘renn~” moaning quietly and biting your lip from how slow he was going but was still hitting the right spots. “tell me mama, you think armin can fuck you like this, hm?” suddenly he started speeding up and tugging onto your nipples. you started squirming from how the pace changed and the stimulation being put on you.

“n-noo~ only you can~” curling your toes and rolling your eyes back in your head when eren hit that one spot. “right there~!! ‘rennn right theree~” smiling eren took that ass a chance to tease you and purposely moved away from the spot and gave antagonizing thrusts. “righhtt here?” this went on for a whole two minutes till you snapped and wrapped your arms and legs around him then pushed your feet to force him to hit the right spot repeatedly.

“there’s my girlll~” moaning into your ear eren gave you what you wanted and started pounding down into that spot with no remorse.

“oh shittt~ erenn it’s so good~” mid way eren flipped you onto your stomach and gave you mean back shots !! eren licked him thumb when he saw you trying to move away with his thrusts then shoved his thumb in your ass and tugged you back to him “where you goin mama?~” screaming out you put your hand on his stomach as he continued to fuck you out regardless.

“erennnn~ enoughh~ too much~” eren pouted at you mimicking your face but let up and cummed on your ass.

turning you over on your side with him laying down behind you, you and eren shared a kiss ass he started rubbing on your clit. crying out yet again you went to tug in his wrist but he kept going. “give me one more baby then I’ll leave you alone okay? my pretty baby I’m sorry I made you jealous” pinching and rolling your clit and sometimes shoving his fingers in your clenching hole begging to be filled. finally you cummed again and eren licked his fingers slowly while looking at you.

“you still jealous mama~?”

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[hypaalicious]

Hey. Do y’all like audiobooks? 👀

Cause the one for my novel just dropped! [Link]

Working with her was such a joy and I feel she did an amazing job! Part of my worries when it came to finding the right voice was ofc when it comes to AAVE, but she killed it and really made me feel like I was listening to a play being performed. She brought my characters to life in ways I’m still blown away by 🥹

Full disclosure: I normally do not indulge in audiobooks because I can read much faster than someone reading to me, and my ADHD causes my mind to wander and words just become background noise after awhile. It’s just hard to keep my attention 😭 But Rose kept me seated through each chapter. So for that alone she deserves her flowers!

Bullet Points about Fated to Flame:

Black female main character

Reluctant heroine? Check!

New Adult goodness

Portal Fantasy realness

Third person perspective

Shenanigans between (sexy) demons & dragons

Romance sub-plot with a hint of queerness

My pinned post has the real synopsis, but ya know… I’m tryna truncate for those who want the main deets. Also, I’m gonna plug the cover art again because it’s pretty!

#you know for a bitch who worked in marketing for years I am sadly incapable of promoting my own shit 😭 #it sucks how this day and age writers have to also be editors and publicity geniuses but I guess thems the breaks! #black literature #black fiction #debut author #audiobook #new adult

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The Small Victories Season 2 Crowdfunding Campaign is live!

So, this season of Small Victories is all about getting deeper into what makes Marisol tick. We're talking about the big taboos (i.e. her family) and seeing how her past and her lack of coping mechanisms bleed into her life and relationships.

I honestly think it is one of the tightest things I've written and I made a very serious effort to make sure it builds off Season 1 in a way that will make Season 1 that much more enjoyable to listen to.

We are raising $11,784 before March 3rd. The budget will cover production costs (i.e. crew and cast payment), post production costs (i.e. festival fees, marketing, and sound design).

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[metamorphosisff]

|Chapter 16| I’m Trying

“Boy, what’s the matter with you?” 

I looked up from my spot on the floor besides the armchair to see Granddad looking directly at me. It was late in the afternoon and instead of being entertained by the preseason football game he put on, he found I was more interesting. His eyes are sharp and focused under furrowed brows, letting me know he was completely lucid. That alone had me locking my phone to give him my attention.

“Nothing, I’m alright. Need anything?” I asked.

“Yeah, I need you to tell the truth and not that horse shit you just tried to give,” Granddad said, causing me to laugh despite the fact that I had been called out.

The last two weeks had been the hardest to get through due to the radio silence from Mila. She was hurt, beyond measure, and I had unintentionally let her down. It was driving me crazy not being able to talk to her but I had no choice. She made her boundaries clear the next day via text after she let my phone call go to voicemail: Space. Please. I just need space.

So I obliged, not wanting to overstep. We have always respected each other enough to listen to our individual needs. I did not get to trample over the trust we built with each other just because I missed her. That was the last thing she needed from me. It hurt to let her go for time being though and try as I might, I couldn’t cover up how sad the whole situation made me. I couldn’t even fool Granddad who was not even aware of who I truly was half of the time.

“I’m not in a good place with my girl right now and we’re not talking,” I said, deciding to go ahead and tell the truth. These lucid moments were hard to come by so I would milk this one for what it was worth.

“Well, what did you do?” Granddad asked, a skeptical look crossing his features. “I hope you didn’t step out on this young lady.”

“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “Nothing like that. I would never cheat, I was raised right.”

“You sure as hell were,” Granddad said, shaking his fist for emphasis. “I thought I was going to have straighten you out. You know I don’t fool with no foul behavior.”

“Yes Sir, I do know that,” I chuckled.

“Lovers quarrels happen, son. You and your lady aren’t always going to see eye to eye and that’s okay. It’s how you go about not seeing eye to eye that matters,” Granddad said.

I nodded my head in agreement. “True. This is our first serious disagreement and it’s a big one. I honestly don't know how we will come back from it.”

“Let me ask you a few questions,” Granddad said, growing serious.

“Okay,” I said.

“When you're with this girl, does she make your days easier or harder?” 

“Easier.”

“When you’re away from her, do you spend your time counting down until you're near again?”

“Always.”

“Have your days been the same now that you two don’t speak?”

“Not at all.”

My days were a lot emptier now. No longer filled with sarcastic remarks or shy sly smiles. They were back to being a blur, buried under work so that I did not have to think about the color that was missing. I went to bed early and rose even earlier because my dreams created the reality I wished to be true. It was more painful to wake up and realize I was still in the current reality where Mila had gone back to treating me like a stranger.

“Then it sounds like you love this young woman and if you love her, you’ll weather this storm because love isn’t easy Xavier,” Granddad said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Love is something we choose each and every day we decide to. It’s a powerful choice to love someone, to let them into your heart and your mind, to enter their heart and mind. There is no perfect way to love someone so there will be mistakes and mishaps along the way but you have to learn from them. You have to be open and willing to compromise, and not let ego rob you of that choice.”

“What if you fall short? What if love isn’t enough?” I replied.

“Oh love is never enough and there is no if, you will fall short sometimes. Falling is inevitable. Falling is a part of life. There is no one size fits all advice that I can nor anyone else can give for that. If you love this girl like you say, you’ll find a way to pick yourself up and make the puzzle pieces fit again. It might not happen today or tomorrow for that matter but as long as you work at it, it’ll happen,” Granddad said with one last pat to my shoulder.

I took a deep breath and released it while I mulled over his words. The space while tortuous was also a blessing. It gave me time to work on myself. To see how I could become a better partner and person. To see how to set realistic expectations for myself so that when I fell short, I didn’t beat myself up.

“Thanks Grandad, I needed to hear that,” I said.

“Oh I know it. Sitting here like someone ran off with your favorite toy,” Granddad chuckled, picking up the remote to aimlessly scroll through the guide. “Reminds me of the time your grandma broke my heart.”

“Vernon Taylor you better not be feeding that boy lies!” Gigi playfully commented from the kitchen.

“Woman, don’t get embarrassed now. You stood me up,” Grandad shouted back. “Left me outside of the movie theater on the 125th looking pitiful.”

Gigi popped her head outside of the kitchen, a smirk on her lips as she pointed a mixing spoon in our direction. 

“You looking pitiful was no doing of mine.”

“Ah hell boy, move, she gon’ get us struck down by lightning,” Granddad said to me before bellowing out, “Now you know…”

I smiled as they both launched into the tale of their ill-fated first date. Though I had heard the story several times before it never stopped being funny or inspirational. My grandparents will make fifty years this fall and were still in love despite Granddad’s memory loss. Through the fog he always remembered her and her significance in his life. Their relationship gave me hope for my own because I could do fifty years with Mila easily. I could do eternity. 

A storm ravished the city. I was standing in front of Dr. Mitchell’s window watching as the thousands of people below bustled clumsily with umbrellas and soaked hoods trying to avoid its wrath. I had made it to my appointment right before the rain started but going home, I would look just like them. Taking a deep breath helped me tune back into what was happening around me and realized that Dr. Mitchell was waiting for me to answer a question.

“My bad Dr. Mitch, what was that?” I asked, slightly turning away from the window to look at him. As always he was seated in his chair, with a legal pad on his lap and a fountain pen twirling on the tips of his fingers.

“It’s okay, I gather you have a lot on your mind at the moment. You’re normally more present during our sessions,” Dr. Mitchell said. “Forget my question. Would you like to talk about any of those thoughts?”

“Not thoughts, just one thought, over and over again. It’s kind of driving me crazy too,” I sighed, pressing my forehead against the glass.

“Walk me through it,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“I’m never enough for anyone. Not for my father, not for Grandad, not for Mila, not for Sabrina. I always end up failing the people I love most and I’m starting to think it’s intrinsic because it keeps happening. I give my all, time and time again, and it always seems to be fuck me. I don’t even like to think like this because it feels very ‘woe is me’ but lately? I can’t escape the thought that maybe as much as I want to do for others…maybe they are better off without me around or maybe I’m only supposed to help on a surface level. I don’t know,” I sighed.

“Sometimes we give all of ourselves without ever being asked to and sometimes, yes, that won’t be enough depending on the circumstance. We as people fail to realize that not every circumstance calls for us to expend ourselves to exhaustion,” Dr. Mitchell says.

“I don’t even do it purposely though. Like I see a problem and without a second thought I’m looking for a solution,” I said.

“But are you asked to do that? Or is that a mantle you pick up on your own?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

That was a good question. I had a habit of picking up responsibilities because in my mind if I don’t do it, then nobody else will. 

“Sometimes but if I’m being honest, it’s mostly me doing it on my own,” I admitted.

“It’s easy to feel under appreciated in your position then because it’s like there should be a recognition aspect,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“Exactly, like I don’t need something long or drawn out or gifts but sometimes a ‘thank you’ would be nice,” I said.

“I get that, I do,” Dr. Mitchell said, as he scribbled something down. “I want to swing back to something you said in correlation with that. You listed out the people you feel you aren’t enough for, can you give an example for each person? You said you didn’t feel like enough for your father, Granddad, Mila, and Sabrina.”

“Uh yeah,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “With my father, I’m just not the son he envisioned and because I don’t fit that mold it feels like nothing I do will be good enough to make him proud of me.”

“Has he ever said those words to you? That he wasn’t proud of you?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

“No,” I replied. “But he told me he struggles to like me and if he doesn’t know if he likes me then him being proud of me feels far fetched.”

“I know that argument was a nasty one for you two but isn’t it possible he only meant in that moment and not in general?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

To that I shrugged. Ma had basically hinted at the same thing but I was too hurt to hear it then. “Possibly but I haven’t heard that from his mouth yet,” I shrugged.

“That’s real but assuming otherwise isn’t helpful to you. It’s hard to be open minded about others after they hurt you but with your father, try thinking of his lifetime of actions towards you and not just the argument. Maybe the relationship is salvageable, maybe it’s not, but it deserves to be judged on more than those ten or so minutes you two were angry,” Dr. Mitchell said.

I nodded my head, “I’ll try but I make no promises. I’m tired of being the bigger person in our situation.”

“I say this strictly for self reflective purposes, if you feel like he should be the first to reach out then stand by that. In the meantime, assess what you would like the relationship to look like if you decide that you want to continue to have one,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“Noted,” I said, as I took another deep breath. “Moving on, as for Granddad it comes in moments that I don’t know how to help him. It’s been happening less frequently now that we got help but I still have those instances when I think I can do more for him because I know there is more that can be done. I’m just not the person who can make those decisions on his behalf.”

“Do you think you have done everything within your power to help Granddad?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

“Yes,” I answer, without hesitation. I have gone through so many sleepless nights, insults and bruises from that man. All with the notion of trying to keep him safe and I would do it all over again.

“Then you have done enough. You have not failed him and you honor him by continuing to be involved in his health care. You show up for him and that counts,” Dr. Mitchell said. 

To hear him say that when I’ve felt otherwise is weird but yet affirming. It feels like something I want to deny but the look he’s giving me lets me know that I need to receive what he is saying. I nod my head once more while taking in a shaky breath.

“With Mila…I let her down. She had been calling me and texting me locked in her bathroom thinking she was going to die like Sabrina,” I said, as tears fell onto my cheeks. “Sabrina called me three times and while I was at a fucking party, she was being choked out. She was dying on my fucking voicemail and I…”

I closed my eyes shut as my cousin’s fear filled voice rang in my ears clear as a bell.

“L-L-L-et me g-g-g-o.”

For three minutes, I heard what her last moments of life were like and that shit haunted me for years. After Mila’s encounter with Trevor, I have been having nightmares again but this time instead of listening to Sabrina die, I was listening to her. It was fucking me up bad inside because how many times would I have to live through this? Through not being able to save the women I cared about?

“And I was so sick because I had been too scared to say I loved her until that shit happened. Wasted time because he could have killed her and she would have…fuck,” I yelled, shaking my head as more tears rushed down my face. Angrily, I swiped them away. 

“Xavier, listen to me when I say this,” Dr. Mitchell said firmly, causing me to look up. “Neither of those incidents were your fault. They were out of anyone’s control, especially what happened to your cousin. You were four states away. There is nothing you could have done. Nothing. With Mila, you got to her as soon as you were able. Taking time for yourself that night does not equate to neglecting her when like you said, there was no way to have known her ex would do what he did.”

“In my mind I know that, I swear I do, but it does not feel like that. Not when she looked at me the way she did,” I said.

That empty, broken stare, also haunted me. My body shook as I remembered staring at her bruised face and not being able to hold her.

“She had just gone through a traumatic ordeal, you know better than anyone how that affects people,” Dr. Mitchell said. 

He was right. I saw clients with PTSD and taught students about crisis responses on a daily basis. The logical part of me knew that Mila’s response to me had nothing to do with me at all. Not really. Even so, knowing that did not ease the wound of being pushed away.

“I do but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt my feelings. A part of me was initially mad because it was so quick for her to throw those walls back up. It’s just really hard not to take it personal when considering my history with domestic violence. This triggered the fuck out of my anxiety and I can’t even check on her how I want to because she asked for space. I’m respecting that but you don't know how hard it is for me not to just sit outside her door,” I said, with a shake of my head.

“Oh trust me, I definitely do,” Dr. Mitchell said with a soft chuckle that hinted at his experience with not speaking to a partner, “Respecting her wishes is the best thing you can do and it will pay off in the long run.”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod of my head. “It’s easier said than done though. I really want to know how she’s doing, our relationship status aside, I need to know if she’s okay.”

At the end of the day, that’s what mattered above anything. 

Tapping his pen against the pad, Dr. Mitchell said, “Since it’s almost been a month, it’d be okay for you to send her a text just to let her know you’re still here and that the doors of communication are still open on your end. Don’t press her for any details or anything, simply state that and wait. Until she is ready to reach out, keep working on yourself because that’s all you really can do.”

“I hear you,” I said, using my hands to wipe my face dry. 

“We are reaching the end of our session but I have some homework for you,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“Now I know how my students feel when they hear that from me,” I joked, needing to lighten the mood for myself. Crying always made me feel so heavy.

Dr. Mitchell chuckled before saying, “I want you to go this whole week without helping anyone but yourself outside of work that is. Do your favorite things or do nothing at all. The point though is to be in tune with yourself. You’ll never feel like you are enough for anyone  if you don’t feel like you are enough for yourself first.”

Wow, that last statement robbed me of my breath for a moment. I have spent so much time chasing after the ideal of who and what I should be through the lens of serving others. To the point that I was often left questioning what parts of me were good or worthy of being loved. I tried to go into each day positively but that had become harder over these last few months. Something I had to acknowledge so that I could turn things around and genuinely feel good about myself.

“Challenge accepted.”

#metamorphasisff #black romance #Black Fiction #slow burn romance

[miyuhpapayuh]

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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11:11: A Night In New Orleans (p1)

Main characters: Jehraye "Jay: Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

This is definitely a slow-burn.

PT2

 “Excuse me.”

Yeah?

“I don’t mean to be a bother but, what cologne do you have on?”

Why, you tryna buy it for your man?

“Ha, no. but I do have brothers.”

Gotcha, It’s Sauvage.

“Thank you.”

You’re welcome. 

Did you ask him?

Yea, It was Sauvage.

I told you.

I guess it does smell different on everyone.

She was pretty as hell.

“Who”

The girl that asked what you had on.

I wasn’t paying any attention.

I can tell. Cause if you were, you wouldn’t have let her walk away.

Where she at?

Over there in the corner by the bar. 

Oh! She is pretty.

From that moment, I made it my mission to get her number. I wasn’t leaving that club without it. So I walked my happy ass right over to where she and her friends were sitting. A drink I thought she may like, in hand.  I introduce myself to them and offer her the drink.

No, Thank you. I don’t know you. You could’ve done something to that drink

“Understandable. Would you like to come to the bar with me?  You can get whatever you want.” she looks at her friends, and the one with the long ginger hair and a leather dress that laces up the sides says

“Girl, go ahead. We can see and I ain’t come by myself. If you get what I'm saying.”

Bet.

We get to the bar and she orders Sprite, Grenadine and a lemon. Then asks for a double shot of  D’usse. The Bartender looks at me and I order the same. 

I’m Jay, By the way.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alani.”

You , Alani. Are gorgeous.

“Thank you”

Imma keep it short, I clearly think you're gorgeous and would like to have your number. I told myself that I wasn’t leaving here without it.

“What if my answer is “no” “?

I’d take “no” for an answer. I wouldn’t want to though.

Well, you come across as a decent person and you’re quite handsome yourself.  (   ) -___-____.

Thank you.

I ask if she and her friends would like to do a little bar hopping with me and mine. She walks away, comes back and we all agree to meet up at The Saint bar and Lounge. We walk in, sit down and order more drinks and food. She and I talk all night. I’m sitting so close to her, I’m sure that folks think we’re in a relationship. I don’t mind though, that  could very well be my end goal.

  Time must have been flying because I look up and it’s 3 a.m. in the fucking morning and I got a little bit of a hangover to sleep off.  So, I lean over, tell her i’m about to leave. I stand up and she does the same before I ask her to put my number in her phone. She does so and I go home.

I wake up to a message that says “Good morning beautiful, if you’re feeling up to it, meet me at Nana’s  Chicken N  Waffles by 10.” I look at the clock and it’s 9 :16. I look up the location for the restaurant and see that it is a five minute walk from my hotel. So, why not?. I get up, Get dressed, tell Mari and Nya that i'm going out for breakfast with Jay.   she gives me the groggiest “ I got glory wit me.”  I used wonder why she named her gun that. She told me, “Cause that’s wey imma send em if dey make the wrong move.” Every time I think about it, I laugh because,  girl what? 

I leave the hotel room and go down to the lobby. I swear if I wasn’t on my way to get breakfast, I would’ve been right there with the rest of the folks eating because, damn, did that food smell good. Against my own judgment, I decide to walk out of the lobby and make my way to the restaurant.   I walk into Nana’s and the hostess asks if I need to be seated. I told her I was here meeting someone; just then Jay gets up and comes up to the station and lets her know, i’m with him. As we’re walking to the table  Jay tells me I smell good. “What kinda perfume do you have on?” he asks. “Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 40” I say.  “What is that, like a Chanel no.5?” Hell no. this smells way better.” He looks at me with this innocent yet sly look on his face and a smirk on his lips and says “Especially on you.”  We get to the table and sit down. We scan the QR Code for the menu.  All of it sounds so good. 

I order the Banana Foster Chicken -N- Waffles. Jay orders the Salmon Patties and A creole Seafood omelet. Before the waitress walks off he orders a “Nana’s Half and Half” for us and tells her to bring me a seafood omelet as well.  In about 15 minutes, our food is brought to us. We sit and talk, laugh and flirt a little. I learn that his name is Jehraye“Jay” Guidry, He’s 28 from New Orleans, he’s 6’4, no kids, and doesn’t like when his hair tickles his collar bone and that's why he always has it braided back or in a high ponytail of some sort. Then I, being the person I am, start to calculate the bill.

“That’s a lot of money. Especially on top of what you spent last night.”

What did I spend last night?

“The double shots were $13 a piece, Sprites were $3, the next place we went to, you couldn’t have spent less than $85. In the last spot, it was about another $60. That is already way over $100.”

Okay.

 “And now you’re about to spend no less than $85?”

And again I say “okay?”

“That’s A Lot of money for a stranger. You don’t know me, I could be tryna trick roll you or kill ya”.

Sweetie, That money aint even putting a dent in my pockets. As far as you trying to kill or trick-roll me; I can protect you, ya friends and mine with no issue.

“Okay, Benny Big Baller.”

Naw, I aint rich but-

“I’ll spend a lil bit. So who you wit--”

She points to me , I know what she wants so I give it to her and finish her sentence with “Let’s do this shit.” and we both jump in on the following vocalization.

“I couldn’t resist. What were you saying?”

I’m not rich but I am very comfortable. ------You like the food?

“ I'm not real big on breakfast food. These waffles though; delicious

Ain't they? My waffles taste better though.

She goes “Is that so?” “Yep. spend the night at my house, I’ll cook you breakfast and you can judge that for yaself.” I say. “ohhh , so you want to sleep with me?” “I do, and i’d appreciate it if you would allow me to show you what a night full of back-breaking, toe curling, mind-blowing sex with Jehraye Guidry is like……at some point in the near future.” “And If I say no, I have to pay for my food and the drinks you bought me and my friends last night huh? I’m glad I brought my wallet because I knew this was gonna happen.”

Wait, wait a minute love. Even if your answer is “no”. You aint gotta pay for any of this. I invited you out because I wanted to spend some more time with ya. I wanna fuck your brains out, respectfully; i aint gon lie but, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine AND I’m still gon pay for ALL of this.

“Well, that’s different. I’m not used to that.”

Yeah, you’re probably used to niggas who trying to spend more money than they have, trying to get something they can’t and turn into lil whiny ass babies when you don’t wanna fuck, huh?

“That’s about right.”

That aint me. If I couldn’t afford to take you here, I wouldn’t have offered.

“And what about this mind-blowing sex you speak of ?”

I wouldn’t have promised if I couldn’t deliver.

“You quite confident in your sex game huh, Jehraye?”

I am. I’m also confident in the fact that my waffles are better.  She laughs a little then says;

“Now, I truly believe you just be saying shit.”

What you mean?

“You don’t remember what you said last night?”

No. Oh God, what the fuck did I say?

“Ohhhh Jay, you were bad, just saying anything.”

Stop playing, What did I say 

“Can I grab your stomach, you look so soft.”

WHAT

That ain’t it. Then you said “Yo toes so pretty ,Can I suck on em?” mind you, It’s low-light and you can’t even see my toes”

It don’t get no worse do it?

“It does. When we was-”

Stop, I don’t need to know anymore of that Embarrassing shit.

“😆 you said it”

This why I don’t drink. I get around people I find attractive and all my kinks/ fetishes  and shit start coming out.

“Oh? Fetishes, you say?”

Yeah. But let's keep it PG. I ain’t cool truly taking this conversation where it could go and you haven’t decided on whether or not you would even let me kiss you.”

“See I probably would have if…you ain’t just eat that Seafood omelet.”

Jay proceeds to look at the omelet with a little stank face and says “Damn, bruh. You ruining my chances.”

Not you talking to the food

“Man, you gotta talk to it 🙂 that’s how you know what it wants. Ya understand? You gotta know if  it wanna be flipped, smacked, drilled, massaged…”

I thought we were keeping it PG?

“Ohh damn. I did say that .”

Just then my phone started vibrating.

Yes, you di- Hold on, my friend is calling me.

“Its cool.”

 Lan where the hell you at? I told you I was getting breakfast with Jay. Girl, it aint breakfast no damn more. It’s twelve damn thirty! Oh shit. Aight, I’m about to leave.

“Everything good?”

Yeah, but I gotta go cause me and my friends have plans and our flight leaves in 7 hours.

“Damn, and I was gonna ask you to dinner.”

I’m sorry. I would like to, but I can’t.

“How about thursday after next?”

Oh no, I’m not from here.

“I can tell. But you have my number. We can Facetime, cook and enjoy a meal together. “

 I’m down for that.

“Cool. Let me pay and I'll walk you out. -----Thank you Love, Here’s ya tip.”

OH! Thank you. The waitress walks away but not before saying, “Don’t forget to come pick up your child Friday ."

“Maaaaan, all I know is you better have him ready when I come.”

Yeah yeah

I look at Alani  and she’s looking at me funny.

She then says “I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

 I Don’t. I promise you it ain’t what you think.

“If you say so.” she replies

For real, that’s my Godson’s mama.

“Okay.”

We get up from the table and walk toward the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He opens and holds the door as I walk out. We reach the outside where the sun is beaming down on us and he still hasn’t let go of my hand when he turns to me and says “the crawfish and shrimp killed the kiss; but can I have a hug?” I give him a hug and this muthafucka lifts me off of my feet looks me dead in my eyes and says “Understand, not only am I willing and capable of figurativey sweeping you off your feet. I can do it literally too.” He puts me down and I stand there for a second waiting for him to unwrap his arms from around me. He says “See ya later Gorgeous. As i’m walking away my phone starts vibrating and I think it’s Mari or Nya but It was Jay. I pick it up and turn around, now walking backwards, smiling and looking at him.

Hello?

“Turn back around”

For what? Aint nothing back there for you to see. 

“Maybe you had a stain in the back of your skirt and I’m tryna see.”

Ain’t no stain on my skirt Jay.

“How you know? You can't see back there.”

I know ain’t nothing back there because my period ain’t on, it’s clean and I didn’t sit on anything.”

“If you say so.”

I do. Do I have to keep walking like this or you gonna let me walk in peace.

“You turned around, i ain’t ask you to.”

Whatever.

Yeah, exactly 😂. Call me before you get on the plane.

I will.

“Aight, talk to you later.”

Later.

I hang up the phone and go back to the  hotel, get to the room where Nya and Mari are getting dressed so we can leave. I’m still wearing the same green cargo style maxi skirt, tan cropped  graphic tee, orange platform sandals and Crochet bucket hat I had on this morning. Cute but comfortable was definitely the move for today's outfit. Mari though, naw. Despite carrying a gun at all times, Mari  wore very form fitting clothes and today was no different. She wore a long Jade Green crocheted halter top dress, A nameplate Necklace  and these really pretty “Fairy '' heels she bought from somewhere. She had put her signature Ginger  hair in a messy bun. How she finesses  these wigs so well, I’ll never know. Nya, Had decided she was gonna step into her Stud  bag today. She wore these light blue skinny jeans with cutouts at the knees, slightly Oversized “Cult Movie Club'' Steven Rhodes tee and some black Jordans.She threw that silk press behind her ears, put on that bucket hat and that watch her daddy gave her three years ago and we were out. 

We had two things to do before we left. Visit Nya’s Grandma and go to New Orleans Drink lab. We went to the drink lab first.  We had registered for the two hour class where we would be making cocktails like the Sazerac and the Hurricane. I learned how to properly muddle because apparently you can overdo it. We made and sipped a few drinks. They were damn good and I definitely took down some of the recipes in my notes so that I can go home and make myself about two of those hurricanes. I really enjoyed that. After we left the Drinking Lab we were on our way to Nya’s Grandma’s house. 

She lives in one of those  shotgun houses in the Treme Neighborhood. We pull up to the house and from the outside you can tell it’s an old house. It needs to be pressure washed but, She’s in her Seventies and her children either live out of state or fairly far away. So, it ain’t getting done right now. We get out of the uber suitcases in tow,  and walk up to the house and I immediately recognize the Black storm screen  covering the Orange four paneled crescent windowed door . Nya knocks on the door, her grandmother asks “who at my damn do’?” “It’s A’nya Granny.” She says and we listen as she fumbles with the locks, opens the door, Then the Storm door. No sooner than we walk in, the scent of cinnamon and oranges playfully dance about my nose. 

Mrs. B,  who we called Mama B, mama or granny; who doesn’t allow random people to call her by her full last name because “Without her husband, it’s only half a name.”   keeps a cinnamon broom in every room in this  house. Walking into this house feels like home. From the wood floors, fading and chipped red paneling on the walls,  the shelf in the corner that houses all the knick-knacks and treasures she has collected over the years; that aged brown couch with the small coffee table directly in front it. The pictures of herself and the ones she loves on the walls, the decorative rug halfway under the table. Right down to the gas stove, small “ice box” that is situated  next to the back door, A china cabinet on the wall opposite the stove and the beautiful knife block tucked into the corner where the end piece of the cabinet contours to the wall. It all felt like home.

 Her house stayed warm because she always had the curtains open  during the daytime. We walked to the table and sat down as Nya’s grandma asked if we wanted something to drink. No one declined the glass of Ice tea that was maybe a little too sweet from time to time. Then Mama B sat at the head of the table and started asking us about our time here in New orleans.

I see you still with that pretty wife of yours Nya

“Grandma, yes. I told you this was a forever thing”  Nya said as she looked at Mari like she did 2 years ago on the night they got married.

If you aint got nothing else from your paw, you damn sure know how to pick em pretty.

“Thank you, Mama,” Mari says. 

We talked about the drink lab, our stay at the hotel and the bar hopping we did last night. Nya brings up a story about how this guy tried to talk to her despite telling him she was married and her wife was sitting right next to her. The guy being dumb drunk says “I like girls who like girls.”

 “Well what you say to him Ny-Ny, cause you a lil  smart-ass like your daddie.” 

 He your son.

“Yeah, that’s why I know where you get it from.”

“She said; “Well I like boys who like boys. You okay with that?” Mari answered.

Got dammit girl. Yeah you definitely mine.

We all laugh at what Mama B says to Nya because it’s so true.  Not only does she act like her, she looks like her grandmother. The same bright yellow complexion, round face, big ears and heart shaped mouth. She had her mama’s eyes though. After few more minutes of talking, i’m now the topic of conversation and am being asked if I met someone. Mari, jumps in and says “Yep. and he was cute too. He even took her out for breakfast this morning.”

 “Oh?! Well what he look like?” asks Mama B

Cute. He was tall, brownskin, tattoos, a head full of hair. He had on a nice bracelet, a light brown cuban shirt, Tan pants . I couldn’t see his shoes though. And he had a pretty gold ring on his middle finger. Oh! A set a grillz that covered six of his bottom teeth. 

“What’s his name baby?”

Jay Guidry.

“Oh, I don’t know anybody by that name.------Well did you enjoy his company?”

“Shoot we all did. He paid for ALL of  her drinks and about 2-3 rounds of ours.” Nya says

“That’s good.” Granny says.

Our conversation continues for about another fifteen minutes before we tell Nya’s grandma that we have to leave. She hugs us all and kisses Nya on the cheek before we exit the house, get in the uber and make our way to the airport. On the ride back all I can think about now is, Jehraye. How handsome this dude really was. His facial features were so balanced to me. He had chubby cheeks but high cheekbones. A flat bridge but the tip of his nose was kinda round. His face was round but his jawline was sharp. He has small eyes and naturally arched eyebrows  with eyelashes longer than Mari’s nails. He is exactly what you think of when you imagine someone who is pretty and handsome.

Before I know it, we were at the airport getting our bags from the trunk of the uber and walking into the airport. We went to the gate closest to our terminal and sat down. We had another hour and some change before the flight left so I decided to call Jay while Mari went and got Overpriced food from the subway. 

Hello?

“How ya doing?”

Better now.

“Were you busy?”

Naw, I just got off the phone with my homeboy.

“The one that was with you last night?

Yeh, That fool ass bwoy.

“Why you say that?”

 Man, this dude want me to ride two whole hours with him 

“To where?”

Nowhere he just be going on random ass roadtrips

“That ain’t a bad thing.”

No, it’s not but once you done been stuck in a city, where you don’t know nobody, ya best friend getting pussy and you in a hotel room  cause you ain’t got your car cause your so-called friend said ya’ll were only there to try food….too many damn times, road trips ain’t all that fun no more hea.

“Oh shit, he be leaving you stranded like that? 😂”

That’s exactly why I tell his ass “no”. 

“I don’t blame you there.”

Nuff’ about him though. How you like my city?

“It’s beautiful, always is.”

You’ve come down here before?

“Yeah, this is like my third time.”

Did you enjoy it?

I did. I met this fine ass guy named Ja-Jerahn, Jared, Jervaughn, Something with a “J” Guidry.”

Uh huh

“Tall, smelled good, Head full of hair, That I lowkey wanted to play in.”

Is that so?

“Yeah don’t tell him that though.”

Yeah okay 😂

“Oh! And he had the most kissable lips

I suck my teeth before saying “Well, why you aint kiss me. You knew I wanted you to?!”

“I can’t act on all my impulses.”

The ones you have with me, yes the hell you can.

“You wild 🤣 I keep telling you that we don’t know each other.”

True but I wanna get to know you.

“We're  in the middle of that now.”

True and I do have one question for you right now.

“Okay.”

How tall are you cause-

“Shut up Jay!”

I’m just saying, I saw clean over your head the whole night.

“I’m tall e-damn-nough.”

Soft spot I see.

“Not really but men always point out my height.”

That’s cause you short mama.

“To y'all, nobody told ya’ll to bring asses over here.”

True. Ion know about them but, I saw a pretty face. Initially, that’s all that matters.

“I believe ya.”

You should, why would I lie about that?

“People have lied for and about less.”

I aint them. My name is Jehraye “Jay” Guidry. But you can call me “Big Daddy”.

“You nasty 😂.”

You have no Idea. I’ll make you nut in my mouth and kiss you.

I almost burst out laughing. Her silence was loud ass hell. It’s like you could hear her jaw drop over the phone.

Alani….

“Yo, you can’t be saying that in the airport!”

YOU in the airport. I’m home. 

“ what are you doing anyway?”

I’m about to cook some spaghetti. I was gonna make a tripe soup but I didn’t feel like it once I got in the store.

“I bet you eat chitlins’”

And pigs feet too. She let out a little giggle and our conversation continued. I now know that she likes earth-toned colors, and black has a special place in her heart; she’s not a fan of potato salad or celery,  she’s been natural for over ten years, and that she is from Columbia,SC. We continue talking about random shit until she tells me that she’s about to board the plane and has to hang up. We say our goodbyes and I get back to cooking. Spaghetti and garlic bread, onion and all.

PT 2

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