#Jatemme Manning x Black reader

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🍂Jatemme Manning x Blackfemreader🍁

In which Jatemme wants to hear you smile.

Warnings: fluff! Comfort! At work post, may be a few mistakes but I'll edit later!

You walked further into your cubicle, briefly taken aback by the cascades of oranges-reds-whites and browns bursting from your desk.

Monday was hard enough but after such a busy weekend tending to life's measures, you felt as if you had no break away from the grind before you were clocking back in again.

Here is was the last 15 or so days of the month and you haven't done a thing to celebrate....

You fussed to your man a bit but decided that it was best to just trudge through as normal. It sucked that October was the highlight of your year as a child but now that you've grown, business and life just didn't seem to make room for the autumnal wonder.

"That was here since this morning," Ida settled across from you at her own desk, eyes twinkling behind her glasses, "I wonder who's the culprit?"

You laughed a bit at her tease. You knew very well who it was and it was bold for his #1 partner in crime to pretend otherwise.

Your cubicle reminded you of a forgotten autumnal grove. Sparkling vases of dahlias, white and orange roses, purple and deep red pansies.

There were two baskets, one filled with ornate muffins and a wrapped apple fritter that filled the air with their pleasing, sweet scent. A candle that remained unlit and was surrounded by bath salts, bath bombs, and a pair of pumpkin patterned fuzzy socks you were tempted to slip into as soon as possible.

You pulled your chair from your desk and had to catch the thin bag seated there as it nearly toppled from your excitement. Inside was you're favorite wine and a familiar, slim container for another one of your favorite indulgence that you knew better than to pop open then and there.

The more you poked and prodded, the more you found. Handfuls of Hershey kisses, a pack of your favorite fruity gum, apple cider scented lip balm and hand lotions. There were even scented markers accenting the colorful sticky notes that would be perfect for your notes taking.

Your cell rang in your hand and with a quick glance at the clock, you took the call.

"You're entering the Olympic type of skill when it comes to surprising me," You smiled into the receiver as you settled down in your manmade heaven, "I don't even know what to say!"

"Sound like you're smiling, that's all I wanted to hear." Jatemme's voice carried the same tone, "Just wanted to let you know you got lunch coming, so don't get none of them nasty noodles--y'hear?"

Suddenly the day didn't seem so long or unfair as you felt your cheeks warm. "Yes, I hear you..."

"Mhmm. Still smiling. That's what I wanna hear." Jatemme praised softly, "I ain't gonna keep you, go do your thing and I'll see you at lunch. Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll be waiting for you..."

"I'll be waiting for you too, baby."

Uncaring of the prying eyes, you angled the receiver to your mouth so Jatemme could hear all the kisses you were blowing his way. You only stopped when you hear him laugh and shoo you away from the phone.

"Keep it up and Imma come up there and get those in person, fuck them. They can't keep me out."

"No one said they could but I'll let you go since you're getting riled up."

Finally disconnecting the call, you held your cheeks as you looked around you. Heaven. You felt so loved.

Your cheeks were already starting to ache from how you grinned, looking though the splendor left for you. Others from the office meandered by as if fulfilling tasks but you met many a wandering eye through the petals and stems curling over you.

It felt silly to think of it like that, but it felt like Jatemme was right there with you. Evidence of his care wiped away all the weepy feelings that came with Monday.

Feeling stronger, you pulled up your database and cracked your knuckles. Looking over your treats and picking up a Hershey, you popped the morsel into your mouth and used the foil to block the time on the clock.

You were going to knock out these little hours with no problem at all....

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✨Ending notes✨: a little sweet for Monday!💖💕✨ Ive been feeling fluffy lately and I don't think I shower Jatemme any fluff love!🥹 More coming, promise ya that! 💕✨💜✨

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OH MY GOSH!!! this was so good!👏🏾🙌🏾 I've always wanted to see more Jatemme love, you wrote him so well! You really captured his simmering and overflow I love how the reader stood in getting what she wanted!👏🏾 😤 I can't wait to see more!

Foolish

*Heed warnings*

Pairing: Jatemme Manning x Bratty!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, Filth, cursing, PIV, size kink, mentions of violence, gun use, drug use, brat reader. Reader does get turned on by violence, if this disturbs you click away. All consensual. Established relationship. Heavy use of n-word.

Summary: You are tired of being Jatemme's arm candy. Forever guarded and without 100% of his attention. As the race for Alderman heats up, you're at a fundraising event when you grow bored and decide to test Jatemme's devotion.

Word Count: 3,494k

A/N: I was a little unhinged writing this, so it was written in a bit of a daze. Please let me know what ya'll think about this one. I can't find the ask where people expressed interest so don't be mad at me if I didn't tag you! I'm sorry! I'm also not married to the moodboard, so it might change. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You were bored. Just because you told your man to leave you alone, didn’t mean you actually wanted him to do it. Why couldn’t niggas ever listen? What’s so hard to understand? “Leave you alone” obviously meant to give you attention?

You were at a fancy event for Jatemme’s brother, Jamal, who was running for Alderman. Snooze fest. Jatemme promised that you weren’t going to be here long. That you’d only have to sit like a doll for an hour tops, before he took you shopping and out to eat.

One hour turned to three and you were still sitting at Jamal’s table, surrounded by Jatemme’s crew while Jamal and Jatemme did business. You scanned the room for your man but didn’t find him. 

You did see Jamal who was hard to miss. He was the type to walk into the room like he owned it and as if everyone owed him money for it. Jatemme was quieter, but deadlier. He instantly drew you in with his sleepy eyes, soft umber skin, and intense presence. His darkness called to something within you and never let go. 

The relationship wasn’t without its up and downs. You liked to keep him on his toes. Get him to have a little fun. He always followed in Jamal’s shadow when it was Jatemme that did most of the work. Most of the planning. Most of the ideas. 

You sighed, loudly once more, and turned briefly to your table to sip your nasty ass champagne. Fucking politicians. Pretending like they weren’t all into something dirty, getting over on the little guy. Namely Black folk. 

Jatemme’s crew gave you funny looks. They knew better than to touch you or stare too hard. But you often caught them looking at your body and your too short dresses. They also hated your attitude. Jatemme made you swear to stop messing with them. It was hard to find good help when you were constantly flirting with them and he was constantly killing them over it.

Maybe that was Jatemme’s problem. Now that Jamal was running for Alderman, there was a public scrutiny on the family business. Jatemme doesn’t have free rein to do as he pleased now. Go wherever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted. 

You sighed once more and checked your phone. You texted your best friends in your group chat, that you were bored and in desperate need of fun.  Misty immediately texted you back and told you to meet them at a club not too far from there. That was exactly what you needed. 

You looked over at the crew of four burly men and stood up. One of the them, Martin, stood up as well prepared to follow you. “No need, Marty, I’m just going to the little girl’s room,” you said and smiled sweetly. 

Martin gave you a blank stare. He adjusted the suit jacket over his thick arms and put his hands in his pockets. “You know the rules,” he said. 

You kept your sweet smile, knowing that your lips were glossed just so to catch the light overhead. That your champagne colored dress hugged your figure just right. The night was young and you were wasting it by being arm candy. 

“You gonna follow me into the bathroom and hold my purse too? I don’t think Jay would like that,” you sang. 

Martin looked towards the other men who looked everywhere but at him. They did not want that particular smoke. Decisions, decisions. Martin cleared his throat. “Come right back,” he said. 

You smiled. “Of course. You all act like I’m not an angel,” you said. The men wisely didn’t comment. You turned and sashayed out of the room, already done with the entire night. You didn’t see your man and you didn’t care at the moment. 

You waited until you left the hotel ballroom before pulling out your phone. You ordered an Uber on your way out to the front. People from the reception had spilled out into the hallway, discussing things that they didn’t want others overhearing, even by accident. 

You passed by stick figure women in dark red, blue, or black dresses, pointy shoes, and stiff upper lips. You passed by men in their penguin suits, pretending to give a shit. The total wealth combined in the room could help everyone in the Ward but they held onto it like gremlins. 

It made you sick.

You went outside, shivering slightly from the bite of cold. When your Uber arrived, you didn’t even look back towards the hotel. It was almost criminal how easy it was to slip your chains. Further proof that this shit was getting stale and you might be headed towards another break from Jatemme. Let him sit and stew over what he would miss before he came crawling back with gifts, kisses, and that big dick of his. 

You grinned as you texted Misty that you were on your way. She texted back with plenty of emojis, some of them skulls, because she already knew that Jatemme was going to blow his lid. Let him.

It didn’t take long to reach the rougher areas of Chicago. Almost literally down the street from the glitterati, the houses weren’t as nice. The grass not so green. Fences and bars on the windows. Corner boys selling dope in baggy jeans and oversized T-shirts. 

The club was set back from the street to allow for a little more parking. You got out and Misty met you outside. She hugged you with many squeals and jumping up and down. “Slipped the doom patrol?” She asked. 

Misty was gorgeous, with deep, dark skin and microbraids twisted into two buns atop her head. She was a thick, curvy girl who was always quick with a laugh. She immediately ushered you inside. You turned off your phone. Make Jay sweat a little bit. 

You spent the entire night dancing with your girls and getting drunk on your favorite drink. All of the songs were hitting, back to back. A mix of 2000s and 2010s music. The good shit that demanded you dance right this instant. 

Plenty of dusty ass niggas tried to pull you into a dance and you pushed them all away. It cost to put hands on you. It cost to be in your presence. Ain’t nobody getting shit for free. 

By the time the club called for last drinks, you were tapped out. You were not wearing the proper shoes for dancing in the club. You were shocked that you lasted as long as you did. And yeah, you missed your man. You were a little drink, a lot horny, and you just wanted to be fucked at this point and put to sleep. 

You walked out, hanging onto your friends. One of them, Kiki, was the lightweight. She was dragged between two friends while she muttered something. You giggled and walked with them to their car. 

Rounding the corner, there were a group of guys passing a joint between them. They wolf-whistled as you passed by. One of them sure was fine. Tall, bald, with a thick luscious beard that covered the lower half of his face. You wondered what he’d look like with your juices dripping from it. 

You didn’t condone cheating. But if you were on a break…

You smiled at him as you passed, tossing your hair over your shoulders. “Gahh damn, lil mama, where you headed?” He asked.

You giggled and kept walking with your girls. It was nice to be wanted. You turned your phone on while your friends tried to get Kiki into the car and not entertaining the men by the building. 

As it turned on, messages flew in with loud dings and flashes across your screen. You had…quite a lot of missed calls from Jatemme. Angry texts too. You appreciated that he never called you out of your name when he was angry, but he had plenty of other colorful ways to show his displeasure. Like calling you by your real name. Ew. 

He was good and pissed that you left. That your phone was off. He promised hell, fire, and damnation when he finally caught up to you. You pictured him driving around fuming. His sleepy eyes narrowed even further. The cute way his nostrils would flare and the vein that pulsed in his neck. 

You were getting wet just thinking about it. The sex would be immaculate tonight. You sighed dreamily as you went through his unhinged text messages. 

“Bitch! Help? Hello?” Misty called out. You giggled and moved towards the car, pushing at Kiki’s big ass head to get into the car. Misty slammed the door in her face and sighed as if she’d been wrestling a bear. 

She faced you with a small grin before her eyes darted behind you. The sexy bald headed man approached you, licking his lips and looking you up and down. He held out his hand when he was near enough. 

“I had to come introduce myself,” he said.

“I appreciate that. But I’m too high-maintenance for you, boo,” you said. You flirted with the idea of being responsible for another man’s death, but he was too cute to sacrifice for your own dastardly enjoyment. There were so few, gorgeous Black men these days. The 90s had all the fine men. They were long gone now. God just wasn’t building them like that no more. 

“I like a little high-maintenance,” he said. 

You laughed. Said no man ever. “I’m the type to empty accounts,” you said and smiled. 

“I got several. Pick one,” he said. He looked you in the eye as he said it and made you reevaluate him as a whole. He was dressed nice in dark plaid slacks, black polo, with a big watch on his wrist. Nothing too flashy, but enough that it convinced you he wasn’t another broke nigga. 

You were considering his offer, wondering how you could prove that he was for real and not just trying to get into your panties. Squealing tires tore your gaze away from the man as you saw Jatemme’s truck flip a bitch into oncoming traffic and speed into the parking lot. 

“Shit. You better run before my man catch you talking to me,” you said, though he probably already saw you. 

“I ain’t scared,” the man said. Bless his little heart. 

“Nigga, I’m trynna protect you. Leave, now,” you said, shooing him away from you and your girls. Maybe you could convince Jatemme that the man was trying to flirt with Misty. You turned behind you, but Misty held her hands up.

“I ain’t trynna die for your Black ass,” she said. 

“Bitch!” You screamed, but you couldn’t stay serious for long. You grinned and shook your head. Before the truck had a chance to come to a full stop, Jatemme and crew hopped out, grabbing guns from their waistbands. 

“They got guns!” Someone called out. The parking lot emptied with a speed only achieved in the hood. Too many people who knew the consequences of a stray bullet and weren’t trying to lose their lives over it. Some brave souls remained, peeking behind cars and around the building into the additional parking in the alleyway.

You couldn’t help it. Your thighs tingled. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Jatemme climb out of the driver’s seat with that slow, menacing gait of his. His eyes were glued on you as he walked towards you.

The cutie remained, like he would really stand in front of a bullet for you. You couldn’t give him any more warnings. You couldn’t save him from his own stupidity. Jatemme stopped a few feet in front of you.

His face was deceptively calm. He crossed his arms in front of him, Glock on display. His crew formed a formidable wall behind him. Martin sported a darkening bruise on his cheek and you only felt slightly bad for getting him into trouble. At least he was still alive. That was something. 

You bit your lip and giggled nervously. “Hi, baby,” you said. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked. His voice. God, you could listen to that voice recite the dictionary and you’d listen to every word. 

You shifted your footing. “Nope. Never seen this man before,” you said.

“Aye, if you’re in trouble…” The man said. Martin, being the closest, lifted his gun into the man’s face. The gun was pressed to his temple and the man audibly gulped. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked once more.

You looked him in the eye. “No.” 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jatemme said to the man. The man looked at you, but you knew better than to acknowledge his presence. You heard his friends calling for him, telling him not to be a hero, not to lose his life over some bitch. 

The man backed away, keeping his eye on Martin and the shiny gun in his face. Jatemme jerked his head and you sighed, following behind him. If he was going to take you away, he was beyond angry. Maybe you actually worried him this time. That wasn’t your intention. You wanted to scare him a little, not worry him. 

You waved goodbye to your friends. They shot you alarmed glances, but you told them that Jatemme never raised a hand to you. Never. He liked getting his revenge in other ways.

He opened the door for you and you climbed into the front seat. He got into the driver’s seat, peeling away from the club so fast, he probably sprayed everyone with rocks and gravel. He didn’t speak. He drove through the quiet streets, heading back towards the hotel you escaped from.

“Baby–”

Jatemme held up a hand like he didn’t want to hear it. You bit your lip. You really stepped in it now. Was it bad that you were turned on? Punishment shouldn’t be this exciting and yet, your mind raced through what he had planned. How he was going to show that he cared for you. 

He pulled to the front of the hotel and tossed the valet his keys. The gun was tucked away into his jeans. Fancy events didn’t mean he had to be the one who dressed up. He did have a clean, sky blue shirt buttoned to the very top. He opened the door and let you out. 

He didn’t speak while he pushed you inside, the event well and truly over by now. He didn’t speak as you rode the elevator in crushing silence and velvet flooring muffling your heels. He didn’t speak as he got out onto the twelfth floor, leading you to a suite you didn’t know he got for the night. 

Once inside, you gasped. There was a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket. Low lighting made the room glow like looking through a piece of glass at twilight. “You did all this for me?” You asked.

“If you would have behaved yourself,” he said.

The suite was big enough to have a full living room with couches and armchairs, shiny mahogany coffee table, and a wide screen TV. Behind a set of double doors, there was a bed already turned down, waiting for you to climb in. 

You pouted. Your man was so sweet sometimes, it made your heart ache. He didn’t always show this softer side. The side that liked snuggling up to trashy movies late at night, snacking in bed, and enjoying each other’s company. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. Enough to get his point across. You truly had worried him. 

You turned to him with an apology on your lips but he was already invading your space. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a rough kiss, slanting his lips across yours as if he meant to stake a claim. Prove a point. You belonged to him. There was no way of getting out of it. No way of running. 

You gripped onto him tightly. “I hate when you worry me like that,” he said. 

“You promised,” you whined. 

His lips returned to kissing you, looking for the zipper on your side to unzip you from the dress. When he couldn’t find it, he began to rip it with his bare hands. “Hey!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he said. His lips returned to kissing you. More like possessing you. He kissed you like he wanted to meld your bodies together to keep you by his side. This was what you needed. What you had been craving all night. 

Your bra and panties went next, baring you completely to him. He wasn’t in it to admire your body right now though. You knew him. He had been worrying about you all night and needed to see you. Feel you. Make sure that you really were in front of him and not a figment of his imagination. 

He turned you around and slapped your ass. You screamed out, jumping away from the sharp sting. He pushed you towards the deep gray couch and bent you over the back of it. It dug into your tummy but you were too turned on to notice the pain. 

He unzipped his zipper and freed himself with a low groan, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing his dick through your wet folds. Your hands feebly gripped onto the couch cushings, fingers digging into the linen. 

Once his tip was good and wet, he stuffed you and you cried out from the burn of his girthy dick pushing into you. Your eyes crossed. He felt too good to contain to a single moan. You yelled out without abandon, not caring who heard you. If the neighbors complained, Jatemme would handle that too. 

His strokes were bruising, punishing, near cruel as he slammed into you over and over. “You and this fucking attitude gon’ kill me,” he groaned. His fingers grabbed hold of your hips and slammed you back onto his dick. Like his strokes weren’t enough. Like you weren’t moving fast enough for him.

“Oh baby, oh fuck–I’m sorry!” You cried out.

“No, you not,” he said. No, you were not. You’d do everything all over again if he meant that his attention was back on you. That his hands were back on you. That his dick was inside you, spearing you, driving you to new pleasures each and every time. 

Your feet were scrambling for purchase. He didn’t care. He fucked you like you were no more than a toy to stick his dick in. One hand reached behind you to push against his chest. His shirt slipped between you so he lifted it and brought his flesh flush with yours. Then, he grabbed your outstretched hand and pulled it behind you, resting on your back while he used the new position as a new anchor. His strokes grew deeper, more desperate. 

“I catch you talking to another nigga and I’ma kill him,” Jatemme whispered harshly.

“Yes, baby,” you moaned. You’d seen him kill niggas for far less. For daring to turn their neck in your direction. He once told you that if he could blind the male population of Chicago, he would. 

“Oh fuck!” You screamed out, crying through your punishing orgasm. 

Jatemme grunted in satisfaction. “That’s your first one for the night. I hope you’re keeping count,” he said. 

“Baby, wait…” You grunted between his deep thrusts. 

“Like you made me wait tonight?” He asked. He yanked on your hair, forcing you to look back at him. You stared into his eyes while he filled you up with his cum. He came with a low, grumbling moan that shook your inner walls. 

Your mouth dropped open as his dick pulsed and twitched. Your legs were jelly, kept standing by pure force by him. His will to keep you spread open for him ensured that you were a vessel for his dick. His own personal fucktoy. 

He made you cum two more times while your neck was craned, looking back into his soulful eyes. You ran out of curse words to shout to the heavens. Your eyes ached from the way they rolled. Your essence mixed with his spend dripped down your legs in a slow river that tickled your legs.  

He finally slipped out, giving you a bit of a break. You huffed, legs shaking, arms weak. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, spreading your legs open once more. He fisted his dick, jerking the length of it while he looked at your destroyed pussy leaking with his cum.

“Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he said with a small grin. 

You panted with a nervous giggle. He proved throughout the rest of the night just how much he missed you and made you promise not to do it again. Well, at least not anytime soon.

The end.

There will be more! The Secret Jatemme Files

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About me: Ya'll can call me Slips! I love to write and can be a bit slow at posting, so please be patient with me! I write with black, fem women in mind as the reader.

Current Inspo: Alex Cross (Cross), Terry Richmond (Rebel Ridge)

Thinking of: Jatemme Manning (Widows) Fontaine (They Cloned Tyrone), Shigeru Kimura (Bullet Train), Koji Shimazu (John Wick 4), Oj Haywood (Nope), Kratos (GOW) Terry Richmond (Rebel Ridge)

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👉🏾Red Handed👈🏾

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+

warnings: cursing, soft!dark!Jatemme, mentions of violence, leather kink, slight voyeurism? fem.masturbation, getting caught.

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Heart pounding as you scurried into your study, you waited until you heard the garage door close and then the main gate after that.

You left the door cracked and you lowered the blinds. You listened to the silence of your house for a moment before before settling into your desk's chair.

Only then did you look down at you prize.

It was the only secret that you kept from Jatemme. Just the one.

Leather gloves, too big to be yours. On the surface, they were unremarkable and plain. Short wristed and barely padded, they were well-worn but no where near tattered. Jatemme had swapped them out for a newer pair that never left his duffel, probably intending them to be used for miscellaneous tasks.

So, really, it wasn't that bad--right? Up-cycling or something like that! For you, it was too strange to share. Jatemme didn’t even blink at most things but you didn't want to chance it. What if glove-frottage was where he marked the line?

This...this could be yours...right?

It all stemmed from an incident that happened a few weeks ago. One night you were awakened in the study by the soft press of the leather over your eyes. Jatemme waking you from where you fell asleep in your chair.

The cold shot of fear that shot through you was chased by a zap of thrill, when you heard Jatemme’s chuckle as your sight returned. His hand going over your mouth as he asked if you were awake.

You were released after that with a wink and he held out his hands to help you stand before taking you to bed with him.

You laid there that night and simmered in his strong arms, lightly running a touch along his lax knuckles as your mind raced at the memory of the leather on your skin.

When Jatemme innocently asked for you to store away the gloves a few days later, you said you would and tucked them away in your desk drawer. Whenever you had the house to yourself since then, you'd go back into your study and use those gloves to spoil yourself.

Presently, you curled into your chair and snuck your hand beneath your nightie and into your panties. Already damp from the wait of this moment, you shivered and pulled the glove closer.

You pressed your nose into the leather and rubbed it along your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed. The smell was intoxicating. A low scent of an oil you couldn't place and sandalwood that favored Jatemme. It's texture was enough to provide a lovely, barely there friction.

Chasing the scent to summon the memory of that night again, you found Jatemme in your mind’s eye.

What if he didn't take you to bed that night ? What if he wanted to take you right there on the floor--or better yet, up against the desk?

What if he pressed you against the desktop, gripping your waist with those leather-clad hands as he had some of you. What if he touched your face, turning so he could swallow down your whimpers straight from your lips?

You welled around your fingers and you moaned softly into the fabric. The thought of Jatemme being so hungry for you that he barely had the time to free himself, barely had time to think...

The memory of your gazes locking as your lips kissed to the buttery leather encasing his palm. His eyes were blown wide and you saw his throat bob with a thick swallow.

Moaning softly as you slid the glove back and forth beneath your chin, your hips twitched into your hand as you chased after the flows of pulses and pleasure. You pressed a finger inside and gasped as you ghosted across your spot.

Everything about that man was intoxicating. The way he moved, the sound of his voice, the way he commanded your body's pleasure like no other. Doing this yourself would never be enough but having his scent and the illusion of touch made it more than better.

It felt lewd to speed up the hand working against your pussy. It felt naughty to whisper and moan so loudly, it was bad to wonder what Jatemme would think if he could hear you, as if he could see.

Biting the fingers of the glove between your teeth, you adjusted in your seat to give yourself a better reach with a hard exhale. Grinding down on your fingers, you leaned your head back and groaned into dark leather.

"That good, huh?"

Your yelp was caught in your throat. At the same time-- hands took hold of you, keeping your arms pressed to your front and your hand between your legs.

You tilted your head up and stared at Jatemme who stared back down at you, head tilted. He watched you stammer and stutter with his mouth slanted fondly. As if he was trying to figure out why the the squirrels kept going for the birdfeeder.

After your brain clocked back in, you squeaked out, "You-You're back? So soon?"

Jatemme kneaded your breast over your nightie as his thumbs toyed with your peaked nipples, as he looked you over.

"You know what I use them for? The gloves?"

"I know..." You swallowed and winced as you said, "You handle...business in them."

Jatemme leaned down and brought his face closer. His eyes moved over your face, searching. Your cheeks burned but didn't look away, facing his truth with your own.

While Jatemme kept a tight lid on his 'business', you weren't in the dark. You knew what the Mannings did to keep power and to stay ahead--you knew what Jatemme has made possible from his skill set.

Then here you were being something beyond freakish as you knew what it meant when the gloves were pulled on. You knew what Jatemme did in those gloves. You knew that he knew you knew--

"I want to show you how I handle business."

"Wha--?"

Jatemme kissed you as he rubbed down to join your hand inside of your panties. The feel of his gloved fingers moving yours over put your head into a tailspin.

Your lust and want for more ushered your earlier embarrassment right out of your chest. Retracting your hand from the mess between your legs and gripping onto Jatemme's wrist, you whined into his mouth. You wanted to look at what he was doing, but Jatemme cradled your neck upwards to keep your rolling gaze on him.

"Pay close attention, baby. Make sure you feel it. This is what I want to see next time you try to handle business for me."

Jatemme swirled you into nothing but want-desire-more-yes with a smooth, firm touch. You never touched yourself with the glove, knowing you'll ruin the fabric with your eagerness. Jatemme circled your clit expertly and the perfect pressure against your entrance set you off.

You choked on a gasp as you came, spots jigged across the vision of satisfaction on Jatemme's face as he watched. Only when you pulled at his wrist and whined, eyes misty from the growing overstimulation, did Jatemme still his hand.

Unable to find the words beneath the haze of your orgasm, you could only close your eyes and let him support the weight of your neck.

"Business got handled by the time I got there," Jatemme's voice lured your gaze once more as he brought up his hand to show how prettily you frosted his glove, "Are you going to give me something to do in the meantime?"

Nodding eagerly, you wriggled until his hands were off of you. On shaking legs, you rose from your chair and bent over your desk. With your cheek pressed to the cool wood, you reached behind yourself to pull your panties down just enough with Jatemme's old glove still in hand.

Jatemme made sure that you saw him readjust the gloves he was still wearing before those hands went to his belt. You sighed as he advanced, biting your lip and wondering just how you ended up so lucky.

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[slippinninque]

🏃🏾‍♀️Nosey🔎

You end up in some business that's not exactly yours...

Jatemme Manning x blackfem reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and some torture (not to reader) soft!dark!Jatemme, long fic

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There were times where the job could get messy.

Vision blurring at the edges and pain shooting down your side, you continued through the alleys. The siren’s call and rushing cars filled the air, you could hear the gunshots as your tails met each other.

Lungs burning and legs screaming, you hoped the worst for both of them.

You went next to the double dumpster of a vegan spot and slid into sitting down. Your head swam with the growing pain, you knew you had to keep moving but you couldn’t keep bleeding.

‘Love's is gonna kill me.’ You couldn't help the little laugh that slipped, knowing the man was going to go nuclear.

Right now, all you could was try to fix your shoulder.

You ripped off your bloody shirt and tore a strip around the slash in your side. The other, you wrapped as best as possible around the left shoulder where there could be a bullet still lodged in there.

Groaning and re-shouldering the pack, you zipped up your hoodie all the way and tossed up the hood. After a moment to guess where you were beyond Funky Fresh Vegan Bistro, you pushed towards the mouth of the ally.

In the backpack were a handful of USB drives that held some pretty compelling information about a few families in the underground and high-crust.

All of it set to be given to the police in the the work of a mole. Multiple moles, a syndicate across turfs. Proof and promises for smaller sentences, complacent public figures, receipts for cleaned money, audio files—oh, they had it all.

Now you had it. Though not much time came with it now that half the city was looking for you. Still, it was well worth the nasty fall you took in getting the hell out of dodge.

You just had to get to your turf. A neutral space, either one of the bars or pawnshops owned by your cousins maybe?

A bullet ricocheted from the metal post of the fence, startling you and causing you to bolt.

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Four men naked and taped to their chairs. Every sound uttered that wasn't information cost a tooth. With that sort of currency, Jatemme had to get creative after a while.

They were pleading and leaking from all over but Jatemme wouldn’t let any of them die until one of them finally told him what he needed to hear.

Asthma knew this special mood was from a very specific source. Namely one the exact size of a foxy little smooth talker that's been missing for nearly 24 hours.

Jatemme didn’t look at Asthma as he rounded to this table of tools, picking up a potato peeler as he spoke.

“Did you find her?”

“She ran into one of our laundromats. Eddy and Chris was there to meet her after a tip about her running from the Opps spread through Southwest. They said they're taking her to see Doc.”

Jatemme stood slowly and fixed a dark gaze onto his captives,

“Was she hurt?”

“Banged up good but heard Doc say she had worse.” Asthma didn’t come closer, didn’t move away from the door. Whoever those men were--they probably didn't have long left.

“She had something with her you might want to see, though. Eddy came through to drop it off."

When Jatemme looked over at him, Asthma wordlessly held up a well-worn Crown Royal bag.

….

You felt like you were ran over by a pack of trucks. Or suplexed by a Silverback gorilla—but you were also satisfied.

You stole enough leverage to keep the skies clear for years.

“I have to say, you’ve been doing pretty good. There was a time I’d see you every week.” Doc returned with fresh bandages. You began sitting up and he hurried to get you to lay back down.

“With the way you used to chew my ass out, I've been taking my chances with the lil' sewing kit at home.”

“Explains all these wobbly-ass scars then.”

You snorted, pain jolting with your amusement, “Yo, not too much on me! I learned from watching you, old man!”

It was Doc’s turn to laugh as he peeled away the stained bandage on on side. The puncture was pretty deep and the healing was going to be a bitch, but you were lucky enough it didn't reach anything vital.

“I won’t recommend falling onto a fence head, it’s not as quirky as the TV makes it seem.”

"Girl, what the hell are you watchin'?"

You rambled on and tried to ignore the way the pain killers churned in your empty stomach as you wated for them to kick in. While you knew Doc was being as careful as he could, you still winced.

It's actually been a while since the last time you had stitches.

“Little more and then you can sleep it off, champ.” Doc grunted as he emptied a syringe into you, “Rusty metals are a bitch after all."

“And how…”

Your eyes closed. Took deep breaths and soon enough, the room stopped spinning and Doc was putting a fresh bandage onto the worst of it. He's been stitching you up since you got into the streets, you've slept on his cot more nights than you can count.

Wasn't long before the absence of adrenaline invited the presence of reality.

Jamal finding out you went snooping without permission--that you could sort of handle. Jamal would be more than appeased by the blackmail and leverage you dug up.

If Jatemme saw how badly you fucked yourself up over a ‘side quest’, then that...would be worse.

“Say, Doc, when can I—uh--get on out of here?”

Doc looked at you as if you spoke to him in Klingon, “Leave? Girl, give the good shit time to kick in, at least! 'Sides, you’re going to be here at least until morning. That ankle of yours alone—woah, wait!”

You were already dizzy from the sudden movement of you sitting up, but you had to get home. You didn't want Jatemme to see you as you were, it was too bad--too soon.

If you could make it home, you could buy some more time for the worst of it to go away. You stood from the bed with a yelp, unsteady but trying to move away Doc’s worried hands.

��Suddenly, Doc, I feel a while ‘lot better. So much, so much better. Think I’m gonna finish healing up at home, y’know?”

“Is this about Manning? Sorry kid, but the cat’s out the bag—he knows.”

"Aw shit," You groaned, arms going around your stomach as it thundered. The pain rocketed down your side, Doc hissed something as he reached out to steady you.

“I-I still wanna go home. I'll be more comfortable there..."

"C'mon now, kid--

"Shouldn't you be invested in the quality of my healing? I'd be waaay more comfortable there, old man..."

“Hear me out, let me get you as patched up as a can to last—yeah?”

"I'm fine...”

“I think you should listen to doctor’s orders.”

You went still. Doc made a relived noise prodded you towards the cot, you went stiffly. He helped to lay you and you gave a great, big sigh as you finally faced the figure blocking the doorway.

“Heeey there, Love...”

Jatemme came and took Doc’s seat when he stood at the sight of him in the doorway. Jatemme unpinned his stare from you and looked to the older man.

“Tell me what we’re looking at, Doc.”

You swallowed as the list was rattled off in alphabetical order. Bruising, gunshot wound to the left shoulder, multiple lacerations, and a rolled ankle.

Jatemme stared at him, eyes endless and still. You picked at the loose thread of the cot's scratchy blanket when Jatemme finally dismissed Doc to turn his eyes on you.

The silence was thick enough for you to eventually wince beneath it. Jatemme sighed, deep and heavy as he stood. You looked up at him in time for him to catch your chin as he came to sit closer to you on the cot.

Jatemme pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then another. You felt like your could implode, or maybe pass out.

He pulled back enough for your noses to touch, “I heard you almost got killed..."

Your giggle was a bit intense, nervous and excited as always when he was near. Jatemme’s smile was small as he pointed his finger directly in the center of your forehead.

“Do you know what I'd do? If I missed you?"

Not for the first time--you wondered just how far Jatemme would be willing to go.

“Hm...probably want to give me one of these?" You darted forward a stole a kiss, “Or maybe one of these...?”

You tried to get another kiss but Jatemme moved back at the last moment, catching your head between his palms. All traces of humor gone in his face as your ears struggled to pick up is next words.

"Tell me what happened. Now."

So you did. You didn't work for Jatemme, you didn't work for anyone, but you were meddling in his shit. The least you could do is tell the truth.

Jatemme had relaxed his hold on you by the end of the story. His hands went from your head to one resting on your thigh and the other in his pocket.

“I told you to leave it be. I was gonna press Gavin to see who the connect was.”

“Wasn't no 'leave it be', I'm telling you. Gavin was gonna go tonight, as soon as he left from here with his tail.”

You put your hand over his, thumbing over all of his knuckles.

“If I would have left it there? I swear we would have been booked by noon tomorrow, Love. "

Jatemme stared. While he took in whatever he needed, you took in the pleasure of his handsomeness and the slow numbness that was taking over from whatever the hell Doc gave you.

“Don’t be a danger to yourself.” Jatemme said quietly after a while, “I will put you up somewhere if something like this happens again."

"All I hear is that you liiike me, you wanna kiiisss me..."

"You playin' too much. Don't think I won't, brat.”

You didn’t doubt it. Jatemme could make a lot of things happen, you've seen it firsthand. The only problem is that it didnt' scare you. It caused quite the opposite effect.

If Jatemme wanted to hoard you all to himself--it was in the public best interest to let him do as he wanted, right?

"I know, Love, I know."

Jatemme leaned in slow and you were eager to meet him. He kissed slow and soft, pinching your cheek before pulling away. Jatemme stood to ease you back into the pillows, grabbing the throw blanket that Doc kept.

“Chill here for now. I’m going to make a call and then we're going to head out.”

You nodded and suddenly felt so tired. The worst of it was over now, even if Jatemme was plotting on a lesson when you were in better shape. It was a good save, no one could take that from you.

With that thought, you dropped off into a mildly-comfortable doze as you waited for the pain meds to take over.

Jatemme lingered until you fell asleep. The bunching in your brow smoothed out and your breaths were deeper, not as if you sucked on pain every inhale.

Your hair was a mess of braids and he saw a the bandage above your brow was already stained red. You slept like you didn't fall a few stories onto a iron fence and weren't the source of Jatemme's headache.

He heard what Doc said about your ankle and thought about the talk he still had to have with Jamal. It was too late in the evening to even consider the bodies still in his workshop.

‘Gave us plenty of work, didn't you?' He thought, looking at the blood beneath your nails. Pulling out his phone and then your bag of snatched evidence, he texted his brother.

Then sent a follow up asking for him to bring a bottle.

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✨ending notes✨: this one was rattling around my brain for the longest and have definitely been taking up space in my drafts! I think this is a bit different for me 🤔 I'm looking to make a more chaotic reader and I think she may do well with Jatemme! 🤣Thank you so much for reading! Tell me what you think! 💜✨💕

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[slippinninque]

🚦Spinning The Block🚙

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

You and Jatemme enjoy a little ride

warnings: MINORS, DNI, 18+, cursing, flirting, guns/shootout, short n'sweet, self-indulgent fic beware

"Be careful with my shit, girl!"

"Aww, pretty car can't go vroom?"

You veered to avoid a cyclist who really wasn't looking anyway--see, look at you being nice. You pressed down on the gas and squealed beneath the sound of the revving engine.

"Listen--

"Ooo, you get spicy when you're nervous--ain't this a rental anyway, pretty boy?

"Ain't no 'nervous' shit--yo' ass is just crazy as hell."

"Still no word on the rental part, though...interesting."

Jatemme held onto the upper handle of the front seat, the pretty gold ring on his left hand twinkled from where he was bracing against the dashboard.

"Honestly, my driving isn't all that ba--

"You keep looking over here to talk--

"It's a sign of respect--whoop!"

Yelping after running a yellow-red light, you heard Jatemme's lips smacking over the blaring horns. You cackled, veering and switching lanes every time you saw brake lights.

"Okay, you caught me! Secret Passenger Princess here. I hate driving so I make everyone else nervous until they make me stop."

"I believe you, too. All my shit just everywhere fucking with you--I hope someone does catch your rabbit ass..."

You laughed, slowing a touch as you pondered your surroundings. It was delightful to hear Jatemme so near frazzled. It may have influenced you to hug the side of a box truck for cover just to see those impressive shoulders of his ruck up to his neck.

"Hey--you wanted me to drive, remember?" You reminded him, "I gave you the keys and you gave 'em on back. You're just mad you have butterfingers."

Jatemme growled something and turned your face back towards the road, "On. The. Road, I said."

"You aren't even doing your job," You took a sharp and sudden left and this time you hear a thud and curse from the backseat, "That car's been shooting at us for, like, a while now. You need to do better, you too Asthma!"

"How the fuck am I suppose to fix my shit witcho ass swerving so much?"

"Oh, so you want me to drive in a straight line then?"

With a knee steadying the wheel, you flicked up your hoodie and then your piece. A sweet lil' Glock .26 that you let dance out your window.

Someone got hit. The sedan swerved and careened into a dilapidated bus shelter, another gaining to take it's place only a few beats later like something out of a Jackie Chan bit

What was only a failed negotiation was looking more like a set up. The sedan behind you was the third one within the few miles of your escape, Jatemme couldn't recognize any of the drivers.

You caught Asthma's shocked expression in the rearview mirror and remembered your manners, "I'm so sorry--have you met Merengue?"

"Excuse me?!"

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By the time the moon clocked in, you were pulling up to one of Jatemme's spots. The car was fucked up but she rode true, you hoped that Jatemme fixed it back up.

"I'm gonna head on out." Asthma sighed, knocked fists with Jatemme, and began a tired trek to his parked truck.

The car settled into park with a nasty cough and the three of you clambered out, stretching and popping spent bullet casings from your clothing.

"Bye, Asthma! I hope you have a good sleep!" You waved after the man and got a lazy wave back, "He's nice. 'Bout to sleep hard as hell, I can tell."

Silence met you and you turned in time to be ensared. Jatemme kissed you hard, somehow just how you liked it.

His hands went around your waist and the bite of teeth had you making a noise, pushing closer.

Jatemme pulled away, peck by peck until he was far back enough to look at your lips, "'Bout time you stopped running that mouth. There's a loft up-top this place. I'm about to have a drink and lay the fuck down."

You tilted your head, And?

Jatemme's white teeth flashed across his full bottom lip, his head falling into a tilt.

"Come on up and lay down with me, rabbit."

Somehow that request felt more intimate than all the flirty shit you said out loud to keep your focus as you peeled through the city.

Believe it or not but there was an art to being a getaway driver. Figuring out where your tails could be lurking, being mindful of what territory you were in, the whole are those cops or is it just a Charger debate...

"Hm...only if I can be the big spoon." You purred up at his bemused face, "I promise to do only a lil' bit of dipping, sweetness."

Jatemme snorted and crooked his arm, all gentlemanly, for you to take. You did so as you kept running your mouth, absolutely stoked for your nap.

"I'll dip your little ass out the window--you want it like that?

"Mhf, kinky. Will you call me the Riddler while you do it? Just think of it as a little deposit for my Bean Bank..."

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[slippinninque]

👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾Home Makin' 💍

Jatemme Manning x Reader

In which Jatemme sees you, likes you, and wants you.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 +, cursing, long fic, soft!dark!deluluJatemme, meanbf/ex-bf, mentions of cheating, mentions of financial struggle, smoking/weed/, drinking/alcohol

The space was more than impressive. The lounge was sprawling in low light, it’s style classy but somehow still welcoming. There were more intimate seating deeper into the room and off to the sides with booths higher up on a second level that you could spot from the front doors.

Suites and gowns sparkled as their wearers had their good time. From what you could see, the space spanned far enough to include room for dancing and two bars to choose from. The tables placed in between from from ornate to modest--the patrons varying from business-like to glamourous.

You felt cheap in your gray dress and simple flats and exchanged a nervous glance with your husband. It was all you could do on short notice.

“Should have worn something better.” His eyes cutting down his own button up.

“I think you look very handsome.” you said and returned the smile Calvin gave as he put his arm around your shoulder.

A chipper hostess came and asked to follow her. You appreciated her chatter as it distracted from your racing heart and Calvin's low muttering.

The hostess' took a liking your hair and asked if your hair clips came in green. Talking to her made your shoulders drop down and once you noticed the laid-back atmosphere, you relaxed.

You were only meeting your husband’s boss—Mr. Manning. Calvin spoke of the brothers with high esteem and made himself available to their every whim.

You was determined to make a good impression.

He fidgeted with his color and you smoothed away imaginary wrinkles from your dress in solidarity. It wasn't often Calvin was so openly nervous.

"It'll be okay," You said to him, "We got this! We're cool people!"

He looked at you fondly and blew out a quick breath. There was something nagging at you about the look in his eye but you pushed it aside.

It would be something you were going to ask about later. First, dinner.

Calvin dropped his arm and you thanked the hostess as she turned to leave you to greet the man sitting in the booth a few more feet away. Calvin fidgeted with his collar once before turning to you and chased away the imaginary wrinkles from your shoulder.

You smiled encouragingly and reached out for his hand.

“Be good.” He said, turning away. You followed after him and tangled your own fingers together as you followed.

Jatemme Manning sat in the booth and appeared as bored as someone could be. It was a relief to see him dressed as casually as you and Calvin, despite the gold links winking from his wrist and around his neck.

He was younger than what you were expecting but that did nothing to taper his commanding presence. You were caught instantly by his gaze despite him standing to accept Calvin's hand shake first.

When Calvin introduced you, Jatemme repeated your name and shook your hand but held on for a moment.

"Nice to finally meet you. Calvin here has a nasty habit of bragging."

You aimed a bashful look at your husband who winked at you. You went to tease him but his phone came to life, blaring in his pocket before he hurried and silenced it.

Scooting far enough into the booth to be across from Mr. Manning, you waited for Calvin to do the same.

"Busy place, ah shit..." Calvin's phone sounded again and he fumbled to silence it. He sat it face down onto the table and you resisted the urge to sigh.

A laminated menu was slid over to you and you were about to busy yourself with looking over the options as Calvin lead the conversation.

"Ah, we don't need these."

The menu was eased from your hand and you looked over at Calvin as he put his and your menus beneath his elbow.

"This one is a black hole, gotta be careful around too many options!" Calvin playfully nudged you and you granted him a breeze of a laugh.

"Let me guess. A chicken salad?

"Can't go wrong with that! "

Be good. Be good. Be good.

You aimed another smile at Mr. Manning as you gave white lie, "I had a little something earlier to hold me over. A chicken salad sounds pretty dressed up anyway--that'll be more than enough."

Yeah. As if a few handfuls of Planters was going to do much...

Jatemme said nothing but slid his menu before you. You felt your mask slip, you glanced at Calvin and saw the fixed expression looking back at you. You made no move to open the menu but thanked Mr. Manning either way.

Tension slid in and jointed the three of you in the booth.

You know Mr. Manning was trying to be considerate and you felt more than rude. If Calvin thought the alpha-male bullshit was going to work on Mr. Manning, you could only hope that it did work if just to make the night go by faster.

Judging from how Mr. Manning level Calvin with the most bland stare in return....

Calvin's phone rang for the 3rd time and now both you and Jatemme were staring at the device on the table. Calvin chuckled a bit and went to silence it, looking over at you with a lopsided smile.

"Business been banging down our doors, can't even have a moment to relax!"

The smile you offered felt like plastic on your face. What business could be calling if his boss was sitting right in front of him?

Calvin cursed when his phone vibrated again but this time, Jatemme plucked it from the table before he could reach. Calvin choked on air and it startled an 'oop!' out of you.

"You should handle that. Step away for a while until it's done," Was all Jatemme said as he handed the phone directly to Calvin,

"Can't keep that waiting for too long."

You turned your wide eyes to Calvin as he hurriedly stood with an apology and a promise to return soon. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave.

You went to stand up as well, calling his name softly but he waved at your seat for to sit back down as he didn't even spare another glance at you.

Eventually you did sit again when Calvin went towards the bar to put his cell to his ear, no longer concerned about you. No one could have seen it aside from Jatemme, maybe the lively atmosphere saved you some face.

There was something in Jatemme's expression that made you want to follow after your husband.

You wondered if it really was a good thing you were there.

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The two of you sat in silence for the next 10 minutes, you pecking at your phone and Mr. Manning surveying the crowd.

“Glad you could make it.”

You looked up from the napkin in your lap to find Mr. Manning speaking to you.

You went to wave it off but thought that maybe it was too informal and your hand ended up stuttering in the air.

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Manning.” you felt like a broken record and jerkily added, “It was a very nice surprise."

“Mn. You call me Jatemme. I’m only Manning to those who work for me.”

It felt like a dig to Calvin and you knew better than to respond. Even if he was gone, you would guess that he was somewhere that had a perfect sight of your booth.

Mr. Manning--Jatemme-- addressed you again,

“I was told that you like Italian. They have a good chicken scarpariello that you'd enjoy."

“Really? I haven't had that in so long--not since the spot on Barley and Coleman closed.” You felt a pang of regret of not even being able to really take in the menu.

Jatemme's brows jumped a bit, “ I knew the place. How about we add on an order of it to go along with that salad, hm?”

“O-Oh, no thank you--

“The salads are small. I’d hate to think you’re sitting there hungry.”

Helpless and caught between in wanting to be loyal but also polite, you felt the words beginning to jumble in your head. Jatemme leaned in folded his fingers together on the table between them, giving you a patiently amused look.

“Listen, I know you’re nervous but relax. I invited you here so you're my guest and that means the bill is taken care of. You ain't gonna put a hole in my wallet. How about a drink too? For us both?"

You didn’t understand why Mr. Manning was being so considerate when you were just... plus one. You quickly glanced for Calvin and anxiety bloomed beneath your heart when he wasn't at the bar.

Jatemme flagged down the waitress from earlier and put in your order. The waitress recommended a fruity drink that sounded absolutely delicious and jotted down Jatemme's order for double shot of whiskey.

You took a deep breath and forced your shoulders from your ears. You had to calm down, you had to make a good impression since Calvin wasn't there to do it himself.

“Calvin says you're stay-at-home type of lady. Doesn't that leave a lot on you?”

Though surprised at the question, you still brightened at thought of Calvin talking about you, “I have a lot of time on my hands, so I try to use it the best way I can."

You trailed off when the waitress returned with the drinks and thanked her.

“It’s so pink!” You giggled a bit. It like the mixer trapped Barbie's essence and laced it with bacardi and pineapple juice.

Jatemme rose his glass and you mirrored the gesture before you both sipped. It was very good and the mixed fruit's sweetness made it an instant hit for you. Coldness of the glass was blessedly grounding.

“So, you say you have a lot of time on your hands. What else do you do with it aside from making your man's life easier?”

You felt your face go hot beneath his waiting gaze. You took another sip then answered, “I’m a bit boring if I'm not careful. If I'm not putting the house together--I'm putting something together."

Wither it be dinner or clothes, you kept your hands busy to keep your mind peaceful.

“Hm. Then what about if it's already put together?”

You hadn’t realized you were sucking down the drink until the straw stuttered on an empty pocket in the ice.

“Erm, I like going to the theatre if there is something Calvin wouldn’t want to see at home.”

“What wouldn’t he like to see with you?”

You recalled a movie released a few months prior. It had a pretty good line up and seemed more of an action than a comedy—you were so sure Calvin would have wanted to see it with you.

“Y’know I can't cramp his style with the girly stuff! It's better to let him see the cool stuff with his boys. I'll treat myself to a matinee--full theatre experience!"

When the silence stretched on and the next question never came, you finally looked away from your sweating glass to meet Jatemme's gaze square on.

“Tell me some other things you like to do.” He asked as soon as your eyes met.

You laughed a bit. He was clearly waiting for your full attention before continuing his interrogation. The drink was doing it’s job and you actually started to relax. The urge to check for Calvin quieted as you focused on not making a fool of yourself.

Be good, he said. You could do that.

“I like to bake and sew. I like...eating the coating off of a strawberry shortcake before the ice-cream.”

Jatemme's mouth twitched, “Well, that's criminal.”

You gave a shy smile as you continued, “I like to draw. I'm better with paints rather than the other stuff, though.”

“Other stuff?"

Question after question Jatemme gave to you. Asking what was going on in your life aside from what Calvin had going. Jatemme asked you about what was difference between your interests and obligations, what's something you'd never do again and did you have a bucket list.

At some point, you forgot to be nervous as the situation went from uncomfortable to...steady. Jatemme listened to your answers as if they actually mattered--but maybe they did.

When Jatemme ordered you another drink, you realized just how much time has past.

“It's been a while. Hasn't it been a while?” You couldn’t catch yourself, the frown was heavy on your face as you checked the time on your phone.

It's been a been well past an hour and Calvin hasn't returned.

"It's been a while." Jatemme confirmed but didn't seem bothered as he leaned back, "Don't mind me--give him a call."

You excused yourself to the restroom with the promise to be quick. Though you didn't turn to check, you swore you felt his eyes roam after you.

Once you safe inside the restroom, you released a sigh of relief to see that there were cubicles in place of the standard bathroom stall. Hurrying into the first stall, you leaned up against the stall door and dialed Calvin.

The phone rang and rang on, your thumbnail cracked away beneath your teeth as you went to voicemail. You dialed again, this time sitting on the toilet's lid and taking deep breaths.

"Girl, why are you callin' me back to back?"

"Excuse me, because you left at the table with your damn boss--what do you mean? I don't know this man!"

"Go back and let him know, baby! There...was a mix up and I had to make shit happen before it looks too bad. I need you to hold it down for me until I get back."

"Cal, that makes no fucking sense--we just got here and you ha--

"JUST...Hold it down for me, baby. What's good for me is good for you. I'll see you soon... a'ight."

If it weren't for the sudden bustle of a chattering group of friend coming into the restroom, you would have threw your phone. Instead, you pressed your knuckles into your eyelids and tried to follow after the strobing spots.

How could you pretend when you knew Calvin was lying through his teeth to you?

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You came back to the booth, phone clutched before you in both hands. Even though you splashed your face with cold water--you still felt a raw around the eyes.

"Not coming, is he?"

Jatemme's words carried a heavy center and you apologized profusely. You couldn't even give a reason and lying was the farthest thing from your mind--the truth of the situation was bad enough.

Jatemme's expression became serious, "I wanted him here, ain't gonna lie. You find out a lot about a man and what he values when he's sitting next to his lady."

You didn't understand the full nature of what Calvin did for the Manning brothers but he wanted nothing more than to be brought further into the fold. Possibly a partnership rather than being an worker.

This, though, this felt like an undeniable fuck up.

Jatemme pinned you with his stare for a moment longer before the waitress returned with your food and an apology for the wait. The food looked amazing, steaming and fresh but you weren't even sure if you could eat.

What should you do? Why stay if Calvin wasn't here to gain from it? Was Calvin going to be back before you finished dinner--should you finish? You should leave--you should really leave--

"Maybe I shoul--

"I think you should stay," Jatemme spoke as if reading your mind, "It'd be waste of good food and company if you don't. At least you can tell me some things about your husband I don't already know, hm?"

Hold it down for me, baby.

Your answer was to nod, reaching out for your refilled Barbie-drink and taking a hearty sip.

"There we go. Don't suppose you'll bolt if I suggest something sweet after?" Jatemme's tone was lighter than before and for the first time in the night---you felt like you were off the hook.

You unfolded a napkin in your lap, pretending that Calvin was only in the restroom dealing with an unfortunate gut emergency instead of wherever the hell he really was at.

"I think I can push down my Bambi instincts in exchange for a slice of chocolate cake..."

"Hm. I knew you had good taste--chocolate it is then."

You couldn't do much for Calvin but you could at least do dinner.

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✨ending notes✨: aaand that's part 1! Just what is happening? What does Jatemme have going on? You tell me!😆 lmao! I wasn't going to make this a series but honestly, this thing has gotten away from me.🫣 This may be very self-indulgent. I'm shooting for at least a three part-er 🤔Lemme know if you're vibing with it lol! Reblog and comment !⭐💜💕

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[slippinninque]

❣️Skimming ❣️

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, mentions of needles/piercing, possessive behavior, soft!dark!Jatemme, cursing, dirty talk, frottage, nipple/piercing play, slight pain-play

"Should I stay a bit longer?"

Not looking away from your machine, you hummed in question to your fellow seamstress. When Vera didn't continue did you put a pause on the waistband you were feeding into your Singer, looking up at her.

Vera stared outside and you traced her gaze to the familiar Jeep parked in front of your shop. Two men exited, one going to lean up against the passenger door while the other walked down the street.

Your heart thudded as you forced yourself to sigh as if you just remembered a tedious task.

"Ah, don't worry about it, it won't even take 15 minutes." You rose from your seat and stretched, shaking the stiffness out of your hands.

"They get on my damn nerves. Skulking around here--I hope we get a Batman or somethin'..." Vera turned to you when you grabbed the envelop, putting it in your back pocket.

"Girl, get your tail outta here! It's date night and I know you got a honey at home waiting to be wined and dined."

While Vera smiled she insisted, "Caleb would understand."

The sound of the door's bell cheerful chime gave you both pause as Jatemme walked into. He stood there and you could see Vera's hackles rising.

"Good evening, Mr. Manning." You greeted before giving Vera a little smile, "As your boss, I'm telling you to go home and take a shot for me."

Vera still had her eyes on Jatemme as she promised to call you when she got home. When she finally turned on her heel to stride out the back door, you knew she would probably call you before then.

"That one holds a grudge, doesn't she?"

"Holds a needle even better, you should know."

He hummed. Then walked past you and towards your back office. You took a breath and rolled your shoulders, then set about closing up the shop. You took your time until your phone rang, Vera calling and asking if she needed to return to the shop.

"I'm on my way out--I'm closing the gate now." You pulled down the shuttered store front gate, it's rattling jarring proof all on it's own.

"Alright-y, then...if you're good, I'll see you tomorrow."

You shook your head at Vera's cautious tone but could find nothing but love for her, "You got it, boss!"

Jatemme was finishing off the last half of the banana nut muffin you forgot to finish when you finally joined him. Though you didn't have to, you closed the office door behind you.

You swore you could taste your want at the back of your throat. Jatemme looked at you as if he could too.

He licked the last of the sugar from his fingers as finally spoke,

"Let me see."

Obediently but still careful, you rolled up your shirt to expose your peaked nipples and the pretty hearts dangling from them. They were delicate enough that you barely felt them there and reminded you of little drops of starlight.

Jatemme hummed and was now there to hold your shirt for you as he stared down at his handiwork. He led you like that back to the desk and stepped closer until you hopped onto the corner of it.

"Healing good," he purred, "You keepin' them nice and clean that's good."

"Just like you showed me."

"Just like how I like it." Jatemme crowded even closer, causing you to hop to sit upon your desk, "Say 'ah '."

Doing as you were told, he put a bunch of your sweater's fabric between your teeth. You gripped the edge of your desk to both keep steady and accessible.

The touch of Jatemme's warm hands--cupping both of your breast with absolute care as he inspected your piercings. There was a satisfied noise as he ran the back of his knuckles right below the heart's point.

"Does it hurt?"

"J'uhs tingles..."

"It just tingles? From the bar or from you playing?"

You squirmed a bit but couldn't even consider lying, "Both...?"

Jatemme echoed your words back again and the softest of tugs came to your left heart. You gasped at the sudden and sweet tang of pain but didn't move away.

He bent to place kisses around your tender areola. He took a hand to take the fabric away from your mouth. In a loose hold on your neck, he kept you and your shirt up.

"When did you clean them last?"

"Uhm, once before work and-and in the bathroom when you called earlier. Twice."

"Just like I asked..."

Anything, you wanted to say but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. As meek as you were, you still wanted to show him. This devil's deal you signed was nearly old and you were already addicted to pleasing.

Jatemme only asked to be entertained and everything would be alright. Your shop and it's employees would be protected. Enough debts forgiven that you could focus on repairs and repaying old loans.

It was less of a second chance and a more of a slow revival.

You have never felt so desired, so wanted. If this is how you had to get it--so be it. After all, your life has been nothing a means to an end. In this world, where people took everything--couldn't you skim a little something for yourself?

"Tell me one thing I don't know about. Tell me something you think I wouldn't be willing to do to you..."

Jatemme haunted you enough that you were driven crazy by your own desire. You told him what you wanted.

Jatemme returned the next day with a neat kit of piercing needles and other sterile items. Jatemme pierced you himself, efficient as if this wasn't his first time wielding a needle near delicate flesh.

There was an excitement in his eyes that his stoniness could not beat, the same look in his eye when he asked for pictures so he could have something to play with too while you healed.

The same look was in his eye now.

He could have anything he asked. Your pain, your pleasure, your pride--you'd seal it in the empty envelope that you still had in your back pocket and press it to his hands.

He settled between your thighs with a faint crouch to stay aligned with your chest.

"Sweet little Hersheys. Hiding them away until that special time?" Jatemme's breath puffed across your peaks and your eyes fluttered at the sensation.

"You're gonna have fun in the winter--you know how sweaters like to snag," you swallowed a moaned when he pressed his thumb gently into your left nipple.

Jatemme swallowed your gasp in a sudden kiss but pulled back just as quick to ask against your jaw, "I'd get some cashmere or silk sweaters if I were you, 'less you want to be teased like that."

"No, I... like it when you do it."

"I know, I know..." Jatemme's voice was low and he turned his attention back to the glittering metal.

"Do you think...you could find bells?"

He looked up at you when he asked and your mind whirled at the image.

"Bells...would be nice, wouldn't they?"' You could imagine yourself tinkling softly through your day. While you dressed a mannequin, as you hurried down to the corner store for a pop.

Jatemme licked his lips, the tip lingering in the corner as his expression tipped into open hunger.

You ground down into the hard point of the desk, unable to confess how badly his look turned you on. Jatemme purred something you couldn't understand before he went and put his mouth on you again.

Moaning softly as Jatemme alternated between swirling the tip of his tongue around your nipples. He released his hold on your neck and shirt to hold your hips. You shook apart beneath him, whimpering and as the sensations built higher and higher until you found yourself running into on orgasm.

Jatemme cursed as he leaned back to watch you, eyes skipping across your body not wanting to miss anything as you fought to calm down.

Jatemme stilled his fingers as he leveled his unending gaze at you.

"You can't expect me to let you go when you keep doing shit like this," Jatemme said seriously, "You understand, don't you?"

Your answer was a risky one. Not answering his question, you kissed him instead. Jatemme quickly took control. Your heart was singing but your body was calling louder, more insistent for more.

From the way Jatemme held you closer as he laid you across your desk, fingers searching for the button of your jeans --you would guess he could hear your need loud and clear.

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[slippinninque]

Heeeey, quick question for the Jatemme lovers out there 👀

[slippinninque]

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[megamindsecretlair]

Foolish

*Heed warnings*

Pairing: Jatemme Manning x Bratty!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, Filth, cursing, PIV, size kink, mentions of violence, gun use, drug use, brat reader. Reader does get turned on by violence, if this disturbs you click away. All consensual. Established relationship. Heavy use of n-word.

Summary: You are tired of being Jatemme's arm candy. Forever guarded and without 100% of his attention. As the race for Alderman heats up, you're at a fundraising event when you grow bored and decide to test Jatemme's devotion.

Word Count: 3,494k

A/N: I was a little unhinged writing this, so it was written in a bit of a daze. Please let me know what ya'll think about this one. I can't find the ask where people expressed interest so don't be mad at me if I didn't tag you! I'm sorry! I'm also not married to the moodboard, so it might change. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You were bored. Just because you told your man to leave you alone, didn’t mean you actually wanted him to do it. Why couldn’t niggas ever listen? What’s so hard to understand? “Leave you alone” obviously meant to give you attention?

You were at a fancy event for Jatemme’s brother, Jamal, who was running for Alderman. Snooze fest. Jatemme promised that you weren’t going to be here long. That you’d only have to sit like a doll for an hour tops, before he took you shopping and out to eat.

One hour turned to three and you were still sitting at Jamal’s table, surrounded by Jatemme’s crew while Jamal and Jatemme did business. You scanned the room for your man but didn’t find him. 

You did see Jamal who was hard to miss. He was the type to walk into the room like he owned it and as if everyone owed him money for it. Jatemme was quieter, but deadlier. He instantly drew you in with his sleepy eyes, soft umber skin, and intense presence. His darkness called to something within you and never let go. 

The relationship wasn’t without its up and downs. You liked to keep him on his toes. Get him to have a little fun. He always followed in Jamal’s shadow when it was Jatemme that did most of the work. Most of the planning. Most of the ideas. 

You sighed, loudly once more, and turned briefly to your table to sip your nasty ass champagne. Fucking politicians. Pretending like they weren’t all into something dirty, getting over on the little guy. Namely Black folk. 

Jatemme’s crew gave you funny looks. They knew better than to touch you or stare too hard. But you often caught them looking at your body and your too short dresses. They also hated your attitude. Jatemme made you swear to stop messing with them. It was hard to find good help when you were constantly flirting with them and he was constantly killing them over it.

Maybe that was Jatemme’s problem. Now that Jamal was running for Alderman, there was a public scrutiny on the family business. Jatemme doesn’t have free rein to do as he pleased now. Go wherever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted. 

You sighed once more and checked your phone. You texted your best friends in your group chat, that you were bored and in desperate need of fun.  Misty immediately texted you back and told you to meet them at a club not too far from there. That was exactly what you needed. 

You looked over at the crew of four burly men and stood up. One of the them, Martin, stood up as well prepared to follow you. “No need, Marty, I’m just going to the little girl’s room,” you said and smiled sweetly. 

Martin gave you a blank stare. He adjusted the suit jacket over his thick arms and put his hands in his pockets. “You know the rules,” he said. 

You kept your sweet smile, knowing that your lips were glossed just so to catch the light overhead. That your champagne colored dress hugged your figure just right. The night was young and you were wasting it by being arm candy. 

“You gonna follow me into the bathroom and hold my purse too? I don’t think Jay would like that,” you sang. 

Martin looked towards the other men who looked everywhere but at him. They did not want that particular smoke. Decisions, decisions. Martin cleared his throat. “Come right back,” he said. 

You smiled. “Of course. You all act like I’m not an angel,” you said. The men wisely didn’t comment. You turned and sashayed out of the room, already done with the entire night. You didn’t see your man and you didn’t care at the moment. 

You waited until you left the hotel ballroom before pulling out your phone. You ordered an Uber on your way out to the front. People from the reception had spilled out into the hallway, discussing things that they didn’t want others overhearing, even by accident. 

You passed by stick figure women in dark red, blue, or black dresses, pointy shoes, and stiff upper lips. You passed by men in their penguin suits, pretending to give a shit. The total wealth combined in the room could help everyone in the Ward but they held onto it like gremlins. 

It made you sick.

You went outside, shivering slightly from the bite of cold. When your Uber arrived, you didn’t even look back towards the hotel. It was almost criminal how easy it was to slip your chains. Further proof that this shit was getting stale and you might be headed towards another break from Jatemme. Let him sit and stew over what he would miss before he came crawling back with gifts, kisses, and that big dick of his. 

You grinned as you texted Misty that you were on your way. She texted back with plenty of emojis, some of them skulls, because she already knew that Jatemme was going to blow his lid. Let him.

It didn’t take long to reach the rougher areas of Chicago. Almost literally down the street from the glitterati, the houses weren’t as nice. The grass not so green. Fences and bars on the windows. Corner boys selling dope in baggy jeans and oversized T-shirts. 

The club was set back from the street to allow for a little more parking. You got out and Misty met you outside. She hugged you with many squeals and jumping up and down. “Slipped the doom patrol?” She asked. 

Misty was gorgeous, with deep, dark skin and microbraids twisted into two buns atop her head. She was a thick, curvy girl who was always quick with a laugh. She immediately ushered you inside. You turned off your phone. Make Jay sweat a little bit. 

You spent the entire night dancing with your girls and getting drunk on your favorite drink. All of the songs were hitting, back to back. A mix of 2000s and 2010s music. The good shit that demanded you dance right this instant. 

Plenty of dusty ass niggas tried to pull you into a dance and you pushed them all away. It cost to put hands on you. It cost to be in your presence. Ain’t nobody getting shit for free. 

By the time the club called for last drinks, you were tapped out. You were not wearing the proper shoes for dancing in the club. You were shocked that you lasted as long as you did. And yeah, you missed your man. You were a little drink, a lot horny, and you just wanted to be fucked at this point and put to sleep. 

You walked out, hanging onto your friends. One of them, Kiki, was the lightweight. She was dragged between two friends while she muttered something. You giggled and walked with them to their car. 

Rounding the corner, there were a group of guys passing a joint between them. They wolf-whistled as you passed by. One of them sure was fine. Tall, bald, with a thick luscious beard that covered the lower half of his face. You wondered what he’d look like with your juices dripping from it. 

You didn’t condone cheating. But if you were on a break…

You smiled at him as you passed, tossing your hair over your shoulders. “Gahh damn, lil mama, where you headed?” He asked.

You giggled and kept walking with your girls. It was nice to be wanted. You turned your phone on while your friends tried to get Kiki into the car and not entertaining the men by the building. 

As it turned on, messages flew in with loud dings and flashes across your screen. You had…quite a lot of missed calls from Jatemme. Angry texts too. You appreciated that he never called you out of your name when he was angry, but he had plenty of other colorful ways to show his displeasure. Like calling you by your real name. Ew. 

He was good and pissed that you left. That your phone was off. He promised hell, fire, and damnation when he finally caught up to you. You pictured him driving around fuming. His sleepy eyes narrowed even further. The cute way his nostrils would flare and the vein that pulsed in his neck. 

You were getting wet just thinking about it. The sex would be immaculate tonight. You sighed dreamily as you went through his unhinged text messages. 

“Bitch! Help? Hello?” Misty called out. You giggled and moved towards the car, pushing at Kiki’s big ass head to get into the car. Misty slammed the door in her face and sighed as if she’d been wrestling a bear. 

She faced you with a small grin before her eyes darted behind you. The sexy bald headed man approached you, licking his lips and looking you up and down. He held out his hand when he was near enough. 

“I had to come introduce myself,” he said.

“I appreciate that. But I’m too high-maintenance for you, boo,” you said. You flirted with the idea of being responsible for another man’s death, but he was too cute to sacrifice for your own dastardly enjoyment. There were so few, gorgeous Black men these days. The 90s had all the fine men. They were long gone now. God just wasn’t building them like that no more. 

“I like a little high-maintenance,” he said. 

You laughed. Said no man ever. “I’m the type to empty accounts,” you said and smiled. 

“I got several. Pick one,” he said. He looked you in the eye as he said it and made you reevaluate him as a whole. He was dressed nice in dark plaid slacks, black polo, with a big watch on his wrist. Nothing too flashy, but enough that it convinced you he wasn’t another broke nigga. 

You were considering his offer, wondering how you could prove that he was for real and not just trying to get into your panties. Squealing tires tore your gaze away from the man as you saw Jatemme’s truck flip a bitch into oncoming traffic and speed into the parking lot. 

“Shit. You better run before my man catch you talking to me,” you said, though he probably already saw you. 

“I ain’t scared,” the man said. Bless his little heart. 

“Nigga, I’m trynna protect you. Leave, now,” you said, shooing him away from you and your girls. Maybe you could convince Jatemme that the man was trying to flirt with Misty. You turned behind you, but Misty held her hands up.

“I ain’t trynna die for your Black ass,” she said. 

“Bitch!” You screamed, but you couldn’t stay serious for long. You grinned and shook your head. Before the truck had a chance to come to a full stop, Jatemme and crew hopped out, grabbing guns from their waistbands. 

“They got guns!” Someone called out. The parking lot emptied with a speed only achieved in the hood. Too many people who knew the consequences of a stray bullet and weren’t trying to lose their lives over it. Some brave souls remained, peeking behind cars and around the building into the additional parking in the alleyway.

You couldn’t help it. Your thighs tingled. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Jatemme climb out of the driver’s seat with that slow, menacing gait of his. His eyes were glued on you as he walked towards you.

The cutie remained, like he would really stand in front of a bullet for you. You couldn’t give him any more warnings. You couldn’t save him from his own stupidity. Jatemme stopped a few feet in front of you.

His face was deceptively calm. He crossed his arms in front of him, Glock on display. His crew formed a formidable wall behind him. Martin sported a darkening bruise on his cheek and you only felt slightly bad for getting him into trouble. At least he was still alive. That was something. 

You bit your lip and giggled nervously. “Hi, baby,” you said. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked. His voice. God, you could listen to that voice recite the dictionary and you’d listen to every word. 

You shifted your footing. “Nope. Never seen this man before,” you said.

“Aye, if you’re in trouble…” The man said. Martin, being the closest, lifted his gun into the man’s face. The gun was pressed to his temple and the man audibly gulped. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked once more.

You looked him in the eye. “No.” 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jatemme said to the man. The man looked at you, but you knew better than to acknowledge his presence. You heard his friends calling for him, telling him not to be a hero, not to lose his life over some bitch. 

The man backed away, keeping his eye on Martin and the shiny gun in his face. Jatemme jerked his head and you sighed, following behind him. If he was going to take you away, he was beyond angry. Maybe you actually worried him this time. That wasn’t your intention. You wanted to scare him a little, not worry him. 

You waved goodbye to your friends. They shot you alarmed glances, but you told them that Jatemme never raised a hand to you. Never. He liked getting his revenge in other ways.

He opened the door for you and you climbed into the front seat. He got into the driver’s seat, peeling away from the club so fast, he probably sprayed everyone with rocks and gravel. He didn’t speak. He drove through the quiet streets, heading back towards the hotel you escaped from.

“Baby–”

Jatemme held up a hand like he didn’t want to hear it. You bit your lip. You really stepped in it now. Was it bad that you were turned on? Punishment shouldn’t be this exciting and yet, your mind raced through what he had planned. How he was going to show that he cared for you. 

He pulled to the front of the hotel and tossed the valet his keys. The gun was tucked away into his jeans. Fancy events didn’t mean he had to be the one who dressed up. He did have a clean, sky blue shirt buttoned to the very top. He opened the door and let you out. 

He didn’t speak while he pushed you inside, the event well and truly over by now. He didn’t speak as you rode the elevator in crushing silence and velvet flooring muffling your heels. He didn’t speak as he got out onto the twelfth floor, leading you to a suite you didn’t know he got for the night. 

Once inside, you gasped. There was a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket. Low lighting made the room glow like looking through a piece of glass at twilight. “You did all this for me?” You asked.

“If you would have behaved yourself,” he said.

The suite was big enough to have a full living room with couches and armchairs, shiny mahogany coffee table, and a wide screen TV. Behind a set of double doors, there was a bed already turned down, waiting for you to climb in. 

You pouted. Your man was so sweet sometimes, it made your heart ache. He didn’t always show this softer side. The side that liked snuggling up to trashy movies late at night, snacking in bed, and enjoying each other’s company. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. Enough to get his point across. You truly had worried him. 

You turned to him with an apology on your lips but he was already invading your space. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a rough kiss, slanting his lips across yours as if he meant to stake a claim. Prove a point. You belonged to him. There was no way of getting out of it. No way of running. 

You gripped onto him tightly. “I hate when you worry me like that,” he said. 

“You promised,” you whined. 

His lips returned to kissing you, looking for the zipper on your side to unzip you from the dress. When he couldn’t find it, he began to rip it with his bare hands. “Hey!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he said. His lips returned to kissing you. More like possessing you. He kissed you like he wanted to meld your bodies together to keep you by his side. This was what you needed. What you had been craving all night. 

Your bra and panties went next, baring you completely to him. He wasn’t in it to admire your body right now though. You knew him. He had been worrying about you all night and needed to see you. Feel you. Make sure that you really were in front of him and not a figment of his imagination. 

He turned you around and slapped your ass. You screamed out, jumping away from the sharp sting. He pushed you towards the deep gray couch and bent you over the back of it. It dug into your tummy but you were too turned on to notice the pain. 

He unzipped his zipper and freed himself with a low groan, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing his dick through your wet folds. Your hands feebly gripped onto the couch cushings, fingers digging into the linen. 

Once his tip was good and wet, he stuffed you and you cried out from the burn of his girthy dick pushing into you. Your eyes crossed. He felt too good to contain to a single moan. You yelled out without abandon, not caring who heard you. If the neighbors complained, Jatemme would handle that too. 

His strokes were bruising, punishing, near cruel as he slammed into you over and over. “You and this fucking attitude gon’ kill me,” he groaned. His fingers grabbed hold of your hips and slammed you back onto his dick. Like his strokes weren’t enough. Like you weren’t moving fast enough for him.

“Oh baby, oh fuck–I’m sorry!” You cried out.

“No, you not,” he said. No, you were not. You’d do everything all over again if he meant that his attention was back on you. That his hands were back on you. That his dick was inside you, spearing you, driving you to new pleasures each and every time. 

Your feet were scrambling for purchase. He didn’t care. He fucked you like you were no more than a toy to stick his dick in. One hand reached behind you to push against his chest. His shirt slipped between you so he lifted it and brought his flesh flush with yours. Then, he grabbed your outstretched hand and pulled it behind you, resting on your back while he used the new position as a new anchor. His strokes grew deeper, more desperate. 

“I catch you talking to another nigga and I’ma kill him,” Jatemme whispered harshly.

“Yes, baby,” you moaned. You’d seen him kill niggas for far less. For daring to turn their neck in your direction. He once told you that if he could blind the male population of Chicago, he would. 

“Oh fuck!” You screamed out, crying through your punishing orgasm. 

Jatemme grunted in satisfaction. “That’s your first one for the night. I hope you’re keeping count,” he said. 

“Baby, wait…” You grunted between his deep thrusts. 

“Like you made me wait tonight?” He asked. He yanked on your hair, forcing you to look back at him. You stared into his eyes while he filled you up with his cum. He came with a low, grumbling moan that shook your inner walls. 

Your mouth dropped open as his dick pulsed and twitched. Your legs were jelly, kept standing by pure force by him. His will to keep you spread open for him ensured that you were a vessel for his dick. His own personal fucktoy. 

He made you cum two more times while your neck was craned, looking back into his soulful eyes. You ran out of curse words to shout to the heavens. Your eyes ached from the way they rolled. Your essence mixed with his spend dripped down your legs in a slow river that tickled your legs.  

He finally slipped out, giving you a bit of a break. You huffed, legs shaking, arms weak. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, spreading your legs open once more. He fisted his dick, jerking the length of it while he looked at your destroyed pussy leaking with his cum.

“Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he said with a small grin. 

You panted with a nervous giggle. He proved throughout the rest of the night just how much he missed you and made you promise not to do it again. Well, at least not anytime soon.

The end.

There will be more! The Secret Jatemme Files

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We most definitely do!!! There is so much potential, that man is so into his lady I swear he is!!! If need be he'll call either DoorDash or pull the fire alarm for his baby 😌

🍂Jatemme Manning x Blackfemreader🍁

In which Jatemme wants to hear you smile.

Warnings: fluff! Comfort! At work post, may be a few mistakes but I'll edit later!

You walked further into your cubicle, briefly taken aback by the cascades of oranges-reds-whites and browns bursting from your desk.

Monday was hard enough but after such a busy weekend tending to life's measures, you felt as if you had no break away from the grind before you were clocking back in again.

Here is was the last 15 or so days of the month and you haven't done a thing to celebrate....

You fussed to your man a bit but decided that it was best to just trudge through as normal. It sucked that October was the highlight of your year as a child but now that you've grown, business and life just didn't seem to make room for the autumnal wonder.

"That was here since this morning," Ida settled across from you at her own desk, eyes twinkling behind her glasses, "I wonder who's the culprit?"

You laughed a bit at her tease. You knew very well who it was and it was bold for his #1 partner in crime to pretend otherwise.

Your cubicle reminded you of a forgotten autumnal grove. Sparkling vases of dahlias, white and orange roses, purple and deep red pansies.

There were two baskets, one filled with ornate muffins and a wrapped apple fritter that filled the air with their pleasing, sweet scent. A candle that remained unlit and was surrounded by bath salts, bath bombs, and a pair of pumpkin patterned fuzzy socks you were tempted to slip into as soon as possible.

You pulled your chair from your desk and had to catch the thin bag seated there as it nearly toppled from your excitement. Inside was you're favorite wine and a familiar, slim container for another one of your favorite indulgence that you knew better than to pop open then and there.

The more you poked and prodded, the more you found. Handfuls of Hershey kisses, a pack of your favorite fruity gum, apple cider scented lip balm and hand lotions. There were even scented markers accenting the colorful sticky notes that would be perfect for your notes taking.

Your cell rang in your hand and with a quick glance at the clock, you took the call.

"You're entering the Olympic type of skill when it comes to surprising me," You smiled into the receiver as you settled down in your manmade heaven, "I don't even know what to say!"

"Sound like you're smiling, that's all I wanted to hear." Jatemme's voice carried the same tone, "Just wanted to let you know you got lunch coming, so don't get none of them nasty noodles--y'hear?"

Suddenly the day didn't seem so long or unfair as you felt your cheeks warm. "Yes, I hear you..."

"Mhmm. Still smiling. That's what I wanna hear." Jatemme praised softly, "I ain't gonna keep you, go do your thing and I'll see you at lunch. Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll be waiting for you..."

"I'll be waiting for you too, baby."

Uncaring of the prying eyes, you angled the receiver to your mouth so Jatemme could hear all the kisses you were blowing his way. You only stopped when you hear him laugh and shoo you away from the phone.

"Keep it up and Imma come up there and get those in person, fuck them. They can't keep me out."

"No one said they could but I'll let you go since you're getting riled up."

Finally disconnecting the call, you held your cheeks as you looked around you. Heaven. You felt so loved.

Your cheeks were already starting to ache from how you grinned, looking though the splendor left for you. Others from the office meandered by as if fulfilling tasks but you met many a wandering eye through the petals and stems curling over you.

It felt silly to think of it like that, but it felt like Jatemme was right there with you. Evidence of his care wiped away all the weepy feelings that came with Monday.

Feeling stronger, you pulled up your database and cracked your knuckles. Looking over your treats and picking up a Hershey, you popped the morsel into your mouth and used the foil to block the time on the clock.

You were going to knock out these little hours with no problem at all....

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✨Ending notes✨: a little sweet for Monday!💖💕✨ Ive been feeling fluffy lately and I don't think I shower Jatemme any fluff love!🥹 More coming, promise ya that! 💕✨💜✨

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Updated master list! Thank you all so much for taking the time to read and comment on my madness, it means the world to me! 💜💕✨⭐💜⭐💕💜✨

✨💕Slips' List 💕✨

Hello! Welcome to my master list!

(updated 09/14/24)

About me: Ya'll can call me Slips! I love to write and can be a bit slow at posting, so please be patient with me! I write with black, fem women in mind as the reader.

Current Inspo: Fontaine (They Cloned Tyrone), Jatemme Manning (Widows)

Thinking of: Shigeru Kimura (Bullet Train), Lloyd Hansen (The Grey Man)

Requests: OPEN! (please be patient with me, I am a bit of a slow writer lol)

Things to keep in mind: MINORS DNI, Be Nice, and Be Responsible For Your Own Consumption. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted here or onto any other platform. Also, please feel free to reblog and comment--I would love to know what you think!

Works / Blurbs

Fontaine, Seduced

Fontaine Fluff

Mwuah

The Bad Day

Fontaine Likes Pretty Things

You (Learned To) Like Pretty Things, Too

Pillow Time

Sleepy Snap Shots

Fontaine Likes to Wrestle

A Lil'Bit Special

Fontaine The Handy Man

Winter with Fontaine

Riding With Fontaine

Supportive 'Taine

'Taine loves Love

Fontaine x Rainy Day

Fontaine Unleashes His Inner Ramsey

Bear Hug (chester fic)

Fontaine, Sunned

Fontaine Thinks You're Beautiful

Fontaine vs Usher

Now & Later

A Different Perspective

Kiss Me Through The Phone

Private Dancer

Sweet Tooth

Special Directives (Lloyd Hansen fic)

Cruisin'

Pendulum

Fussy

Red Handed (Jatemme Manning fic)

Skimming(Jatemme Manning fic)

Just A Lil' Fun Home Makin' (Jatemme Manning fic) Tanoshi Yoru (Koji Shimazu fic)

Asks

Taquiner

"how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?"

how Fontaine would be while in love

Jealous Fontaine

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

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Iykyk 😏😌🙂‍↔️

❣️Skimming ❣️

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, mentions of needles/piercing, possessive behavior, soft!dark!Jatemme, cursing, dirty talk, frottage, nipple/piercing play, slight pain-play

"Should I stay a bit longer?"

Not looking away from your machine, you hummed in question to your fellow seamstress. When Vera didn't continue did you put a pause on the waistband you were feeding into your Singer, looking up at her.

Vera stared outside and you traced her gaze to the familiar Jeep parked in front of your shop. Two men exited, one going to lean up against the passenger door while the other walked down the street.

Your heart thudded as you forced yourself to sigh as if you just remembered a tedious task.

"Ah, don't worry about it, it won't even take 15 minutes." You rose from your seat and stretched, shaking the stiffness out of your hands.

"They get on my damn nerves. Skulking around here--I hope we get a Batman or somethin'..." Vera turned to you when you grabbed the envelop, putting it in your back pocket.

"Girl, get your tail outta here! It's date night and I know you got a honey at home waiting to be wined and dined."

While Vera smiled she insisted, "Caleb would understand."

The sound of the door's bell cheerful chime gave you both pause as Jatemme walked into. He stood there and you could see Vera's hackles rising.

"Good evening, Mr. Manning." You greeted before giving Vera a little smile, "As your boss, I'm telling you to go home and take a shot for me."

Vera still had her eyes on Jatemme as she promised to call you when she got home. When she finally turned on her heel to stride out the back door, you knew she would probably call you before then.

"That one holds a grudge, doesn't she?"

"Holds a needle even better, you should know."

He hummed. Then walked past you and towards your back office. You took a breath and rolled your shoulders, then set about closing up the shop. You took your time until your phone rang, Vera calling and asking if she needed to return to the shop.

"I'm on my way out--I'm closing the gate now." You pulled down the shuttered store front gate, it's rattling jarring proof all on it's own.

"Alright-y, then...if you're good, I'll see you tomorrow."

You shook your head at Vera's cautious tone but could find nothing but love for her, "You got it, boss!"

Jatemme was finishing off the last half of the banana nut muffin you forgot to finish when you finally joined him. Though you didn't have to, you closed the office door behind you.

You swore you could taste your want at the back of your throat. Jatemme looked at you as if he could too.

He licked the last of the sugar from his fingers as finally spoke,

"Let me see."

Obediently but still careful, you rolled up your shirt to expose your peaked nipples and the pretty hearts dangling from them. They were delicate enough that you barely felt them there and reminded you of little drops of starlight.

Jatemme hummed and was now there to hold your shirt for you as he stared down at his handiwork. He led you like that back to the desk and stepped closer until you hopped onto the corner of it.

"Healing good," he purred, "You keepin' them nice and clean that's good."

"Just like you showed me."

"Just like how I like it." Jatemme crowded even closer, causing you to hop to sit upon your desk, "Say 'ah '."

Doing as you were told, he put a bunch of your sweater's fabric between your teeth. You gripped the edge of your desk to both keep steady and accessible.

The touch of Jatemme's warm hands--cupping both of your breast with absolute care as he inspected your piercings. There was a satisfied noise as he ran the back of his knuckles right below the heart's point.

"Does it hurt?"

"J'uhs tingles..."

"It just tingles? From the bar or from you playing?"

You squirmed a bit but couldn't even consider lying, "Both...?"

Jatemme echoed your words back again and the softest of tugs came to your left heart. You gasped at the sudden and sweet tang of pain but didn't move away.

He bent to place kisses around your tender areola. He took a hand to take the fabric away from your mouth. In a loose hold on your neck, he kept you and your shirt up.

"When did you clean them last?"

"Uhm, once before work and-and in the bathroom when you called earlier. Twice."

"Just like I asked..."

Anything, you wanted to say but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. As meek as you were, you still wanted to show him. This devil's deal you signed was nearly old and you were already addicted to pleasing.

Jatemme only asked to be entertained and everything would be alright. Your shop and it's employees would be protected. Enough debts forgiven that you could focus on repairs and repaying old loans.

It was less of a second chance and a more of a slow revival.

You have never felt so desired, so wanted. If this is how you had to get it--so be it. After all, your life has been nothing a means to an end. In this world, where people took everything--couldn't you skim a little something for yourself?

"Tell me one thing I don't know about. Tell me something you think I wouldn't be willing to do to you..."

Jatemme haunted you enough that you were driven crazy by your own desire. You told him what you wanted.

Jatemme returned the next day with a neat kit of piercing needles and other sterile items. Jatemme pierced you himself, efficient as if this wasn't his first time wielding a needle near delicate flesh.

There was an excitement in his eyes that his stoniness could not beat, the same look in his eye when he asked for pictures so he could have something to play with too while you healed.

The same look was in his eye now.

He could have anything he asked. Your pain, your pleasure, your pride--you'd seal it in the empty envelope that you still had in your back pocket and press it to his hands.

He settled between your thighs with a faint crouch to stay aligned with your chest.

"Sweet little Hersheys. Hiding them away until that special time?" Jatemme's breath puffed across your peaks and your eyes fluttered at the sensation.

"You're gonna have fun in the winter--you know how sweaters like to snag," you swallowed a moaned when he pressed his thumb gently into your left nipple.

Jatemme swallowed your gasp in a sudden kiss but pulled back just as quick to ask against your jaw, "I'd get some cashmere or silk sweaters if I were you, 'less you want to be teased like that."

"No, I... like it when you do it."

"I know, I know..." Jatemme's voice was low and he turned his attention back to the glittering metal.

"Do you think...you could find bells?"

He looked up at you when he asked and your mind whirled at the image.

"Bells...would be nice, wouldn't they?"' You could imagine yourself tinkling softly through your day. While you dressed a mannequin, as you hurried down to the corner store for a pop.

Jatemme licked his lips, the tip lingering in the corner as his expression tipped into open hunger.

You ground down into the hard point of the desk, unable to confess how badly his look turned you on. Jatemme purred something you couldn't understand before he went and put his mouth on you again.

Moaning softly as Jatemme alternated between swirling the tip of his tongue around your nipples. He released his hold on your neck and shirt to hold your hips. You shook apart beneath him, whimpering and as the sensations built higher and higher until you found yourself running into on orgasm.

Jatemme cursed as he leaned back to watch you, eyes skipping across your body not wanting to miss anything as you fought to calm down.

Jatemme stilled his fingers as he leveled his unending gaze at you.

"You can't expect me to let you go when you keep doing shit like this," Jatemme said seriously, "You understand, don't you?"

Your answer was a risky one. Not answering his question, you kissed him instead. Jatemme quickly took control. Your heart was singing but your body was calling louder, more insistent for more.

From the way Jatemme held you closer as he laid you across your desk, fingers searching for the button of your jeans --you would guess he could hear your need loud and clear.

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✨ending notes✨: so this is what happens after a good cry 🤣ahhh it felt good to get this one out! Tell me what you think, please leave a comment & reblog☺️

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Everyone looking at Calvin rn:

👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾Home Makin' 💍

Jatemme Manning x Reader

In which Jatemme sees you, likes you, and wants you.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 +, cursing, long fic, soft!dark!deluluJatemme, meanbf/ex-bf, mentions of cheating, mentions of financial struggle, smoking/weed/, drinking/alcohol

The space was more than impressive. The lounge was sprawling in low light, it’s style classy but somehow still welcoming. There were more intimate seating deeper into the room and off to the sides with booths higher up on a second level that you could spot from the front doors.

Suites and gowns sparkled as their wearers had their good time. From what you could see, the space spanned far enough to include room for dancing and two bars to choose from. The tables placed in between from from ornate to modest--the patrons varying from business-like to glamourous.

You felt cheap in your gray dress and simple flats and exchanged a nervous glance with your husband. It was all you could do on short notice.

“Should have worn something better.” His eyes cutting down his own button up.

“I think you look very handsome.” you said and returned the smile Calvin gave as he put his arm around your shoulder.

A chipper hostess came and asked to follow her. You appreciated her chatter as it distracted from your racing heart and Calvin's low muttering.

The hostess' took a liking your hair and asked if your hair clips came in green. Talking to her made your shoulders drop down and once you noticed the laid-back atmosphere, you relaxed.

You were only meeting your husband’s boss—Mr. Manning. Calvin spoke of the brothers with high esteem and made himself available to their every whim.

You was determined to make a good impression.

He fidgeted with his color and you smoothed away imaginary wrinkles from your dress in solidarity. It wasn't often Calvin was so openly nervous.

"It'll be okay," You said to him, "We got this! We're cool people!"

He looked at you fondly and blew out a quick breath. There was something nagging at you about the look in his eye but you pushed it aside.

It would be something you were going to ask about later. First, dinner.

Calvin dropped his arm and you thanked the hostess as she turned to leave you to greet the man sitting in the booth a few more feet away. Calvin fidgeted with his collar once before turning to you and chased away the imaginary wrinkles from your shoulder.

You smiled encouragingly and reached out for his hand.

“Be good.” He said, turning away. You followed after him and tangled your own fingers together as you followed.

Jatemme Manning sat in the booth and appeared as bored as someone could be. It was a relief to see him dressed as casually as you and Calvin, despite the gold links winking from his wrist and around his neck.

He was younger than what you were expecting but that did nothing to taper his commanding presence. You were caught instantly by his gaze despite him standing to accept Calvin's hand shake first.

When Calvin introduced you, Jatemme repeated your name and shook your hand but held on for a moment.

"Nice to finally meet you. Calvin here has a nasty habit of bragging."

You aimed a bashful look at your husband who winked at you. You went to tease him but his phone came to life, blaring in his pocket before he hurried and silenced it.

Scooting far enough into the booth to be across from Mr. Manning, you waited for Calvin to do the same.

"Busy place, ah shit..." Calvin's phone sounded again and he fumbled to silence it. He sat it face down onto the table and you resisted the urge to sigh.

A laminated menu was slid over to you and you were about to busy yourself with looking over the options as Calvin lead the conversation.

"Ah, we don't need these."

The menu was eased from your hand and you looked over at Calvin as he put his and your menus beneath his elbow.

"This one is a black hole, gotta be careful around too many options!" Calvin playfully nudged you and you granted him a breeze of a laugh.

"Let me guess. A chicken salad?

"Can't go wrong with that! "

Be good. Be good. Be good.

You aimed another smile at Mr. Manning as you gave white lie, "I had a little something earlier to hold me over. A chicken salad sounds pretty dressed up anyway--that'll be more than enough."

Yeah. As if a few handfuls of Planters was going to do much...

Jatemme said nothing but slid his menu before you. You felt your mask slip, you glanced at Calvin and saw the fixed expression looking back at you. You made no move to open the menu but thanked Mr. Manning either way.

Tension slid in and jointed the three of you in the booth.

You know Mr. Manning was trying to be considerate and you felt more than rude. If Calvin thought the alpha-male bullshit was going to work on Mr. Manning, you could only hope that it did work if just to make the night go by faster.

Judging from how Mr. Manning level Calvin with the most bland stare in return....

Calvin's phone rang for the 3rd time and now both you and Jatemme were staring at the device on the table. Calvin chuckled a bit and went to silence it, looking over at you with a lopsided smile.

"Business been banging down our doors, can't even have a moment to relax!"

The smile you offered felt like plastic on your face. What business could be calling if his boss was sitting right in front of him?

Calvin cursed when his phone vibrated again but this time, Jatemme plucked it from the table before he could reach. Calvin choked on air and it startled an 'oop!' out of you.

"You should handle that. Step away for a while until it's done," Was all Jatemme said as he handed the phone directly to Calvin,

"Can't keep that waiting for too long."

You turned your wide eyes to Calvin as he hurriedly stood with an apology and a promise to return soon. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave.

You went to stand up as well, calling his name softly but he waved at your seat for to sit back down as he didn't even spare another glance at you.

Eventually you did sit again when Calvin went towards the bar to put his cell to his ear, no longer concerned about you. No one could have seen it aside from Jatemme, maybe the lively atmosphere saved you some face.

There was something in Jatemme's expression that made you want to follow after your husband.

You wondered if it really was a good thing you were there.

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The two of you sat in silence for the next 10 minutes, you pecking at your phone and Mr. Manning surveying the crowd.

“Glad you could make it.”

You looked up from the napkin in your lap to find Mr. Manning speaking to you.

You went to wave it off but thought that maybe it was too informal and your hand ended up stuttering in the air.

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Manning.” you felt like a broken record and jerkily added, “It was a very nice surprise."

“Mn. You call me Jatemme. I’m only Manning to those who work for me.”

It felt like a dig to Calvin and you knew better than to respond. Even if he was gone, you would guess that he was somewhere that had a perfect sight of your booth.

Mr. Manning--Jatemme-- addressed you again,

“I was told that you like Italian. They have a good chicken scarpariello that you'd enjoy."

“Really? I haven't had that in so long--not since the spot on Barley and Coleman closed.” You felt a pang of regret of not even being able to really take in the menu.

Jatemme's brows jumped a bit, “ I knew the place. How about we add on an order of it to go along with that salad, hm?”

“O-Oh, no thank you--

“The salads are small. I’d hate to think you’re sitting there hungry.”

Helpless and caught between in wanting to be loyal but also polite, you felt the words beginning to jumble in your head. Jatemme leaned in folded his fingers together on the table between them, giving you a patiently amused look.

“Listen, I know you’re nervous but relax. I invited you here so you're my guest and that means the bill is taken care of. You ain't gonna put a hole in my wallet. How about a drink too? For us both?"

You didn’t understand why Mr. Manning was being so considerate when you were just... plus one. You quickly glanced for Calvin and anxiety bloomed beneath your heart when he wasn't at the bar.

Jatemme flagged down the waitress from earlier and put in your order. The waitress recommended a fruity drink that sounded absolutely delicious and jotted down Jatemme's order for double shot of whiskey.

You took a deep breath and forced your shoulders from your ears. You had to calm down, you had to make a good impression since Calvin wasn't there to do it himself.

“Calvin says you're stay-at-home type of lady. Doesn't that leave a lot on you?”

Though surprised at the question, you still brightened at thought of Calvin talking about you, “I have a lot of time on my hands, so I try to use it the best way I can."

You trailed off when the waitress returned with the drinks and thanked her.

“It’s so pink!” You giggled a bit. It like the mixer trapped Barbie's essence and laced it with bacardi and pineapple juice.

Jatemme rose his glass and you mirrored the gesture before you both sipped. It was very good and the mixed fruit's sweetness made it an instant hit for you. Coldness of the glass was blessedly grounding.

“So, you say you have a lot of time on your hands. What else do you do with it aside from making your man's life easier?”

You felt your face go hot beneath his waiting gaze. You took another sip then answered, “I’m a bit boring if I'm not careful. If I'm not putting the house together--I'm putting something together."

Wither it be dinner or clothes, you kept your hands busy to keep your mind peaceful.

“Hm. Then what about if it's already put together?”

You hadn’t realized you were sucking down the drink until the straw stuttered on an empty pocket in the ice.

“Erm, I like going to the theatre if there is something Calvin wouldn’t want to see at home.”

“What wouldn’t he like to see with you?”

You recalled a movie released a few months prior. It had a pretty good line up and seemed more of an action than a comedy—you were so sure Calvin would have wanted to see it with you.

“Y’know I can't cramp his style with the girly stuff! It's better to let him see the cool stuff with his boys. I'll treat myself to a matinee--full theatre experience!"

When the silence stretched on and the next question never came, you finally looked away from your sweating glass to meet Jatemme's gaze square on.

“Tell me some other things you like to do.” He asked as soon as your eyes met.

You laughed a bit. He was clearly waiting for your full attention before continuing his interrogation. The drink was doing it’s job and you actually started to relax. The urge to check for Calvin quieted as you focused on not making a fool of yourself.

Be good, he said. You could do that.

“I like to bake and sew. I like...eating the coating off of a strawberry shortcake before the ice-cream.”

Jatemme's mouth twitched, “Well, that's criminal.”

You gave a shy smile as you continued, “I like to draw. I'm better with paints rather than the other stuff, though.”

“Other stuff?"

Question after question Jatemme gave to you. Asking what was going on in your life aside from what Calvin had going. Jatemme asked you about what was difference between your interests and obligations, what's something you'd never do again and did you have a bucket list.

At some point, you forgot to be nervous as the situation went from uncomfortable to...steady. Jatemme listened to your answers as if they actually mattered--but maybe they did.

When Jatemme ordered you another drink, you realized just how much time has past.

“It's been a while. Hasn't it been a while?��� You couldn’t catch yourself, the frown was heavy on your face as you checked the time on your phone.

It's been a been well past an hour and Calvin hasn't returned.

"It's been a while." Jatemme confirmed but didn't seem bothered as he leaned back, "Don't mind me--give him a call."

You excused yourself to the restroom with the promise to be quick. Though you didn't turn to check, you swore you felt his eyes roam after you.

Once you safe inside the restroom, you released a sigh of relief to see that there were cubicles in place of the standard bathroom stall. Hurrying into the first stall, you leaned up against the stall door and dialed Calvin.

The phone rang and rang on, your thumbnail cracked away beneath your teeth as you went to voicemail. You dialed again, this time sitting on the toilet's lid and taking deep breaths.

"Girl, why are you callin' me back to back?"

"Excuse me, because you left at the table with your damn boss--what do you mean? I don't know this man!"

"Go back and let him know, baby! There...was a mix up and I had to make shit happen before it looks too bad. I need you to hold it down for me until I get back."

"Cal, that makes no fucking sense--we just got here and you ha--

"JUST...Hold it down for me, baby. What's good for me is good for you. I'll see you soon... a'ight."

If it weren't for the sudden bustle of a chattering group of friend coming into the restroom, you would have threw your phone. Instead, you pressed your knuckles into your eyelids and tried to follow after the strobing spots.

How could you pretend when you knew Calvin was lying through his teeth to you?

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You came back to the booth, phone clutched before you in both hands. Even though you splashed your face with cold water--you still felt a raw around the eyes.

"Not coming, is he?"

Jatemme's words carried a heavy center and you apologized profusely. You couldn't even give a reason and lying was the farthest thing from your mind--the truth of the situation was bad enough.

Jatemme's expression became serious, "I wanted him here, ain't gonna lie. You find out a lot about a man and what he values when he's sitting next to his lady."

You didn't understand the full nature of what Calvin did for the Manning brothers but he wanted nothing more than to be brought further into the fold. Possibly a partnership rather than being an worker.

This, though, this felt like an undeniable fuck up.

Jatemme pinned you with his stare for a moment longer before the waitress returned with your food and an apology for the wait. The food looked amazing, steaming and fresh but you weren't even sure if you could eat.

What should you do? Why stay if Calvin wasn't here to gain from it? Was Calvin going to be back before you finished dinner--should you finish? You should leave--you should really leave--

"Maybe I shoul--

"I think you should stay," Jatemme spoke as if reading your mind, "It'd be waste of good food and company if you don't. At least you can tell me some things about your husband I don't already know, hm?"

Hold it down for me, baby.

Your answer was to nod, reaching out for your refilled Barbie-drink and taking a hearty sip.

"There we go. Don't suppose you'll bolt if I suggest something sweet after?" Jatemme's tone was lighter than before and for the first time in the night---you felt like you were off the hook.

You unfolded a napkin in your lap, pretending that Calvin was only in the restroom dealing with an unfortunate gut emergency instead of wherever the hell he really was at.

"I think I can push down my Bambi instincts in exchange for a slice of chocolate cake..."

"Hm. I knew you had good taste--chocolate it is then."

You couldn't do much for Calvin but you could at least do dinner.

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✨ending notes✨: aaand that's part 1! Just what is happening? What does Jatemme have going on? You tell me!😆 lmao! I wasn't going to make this a series but honestly, this thing has gotten away from me.🫣 This may be very self-indulgent. I'm shooting for at least a three part-er 🤔Lemme know if you're vibing with it lol! Reblog and comment !⭐💜💕

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