#start shooting niggas after they don’t take the first no for answer

[thedimenotmensioned]

and the people who think that being threatened, blackmailed and/or intimidated for your pussy isn’t “real rape” , as someone who has been both violently attacked slammed down and damn near strangled for my pussy while trying to fight a rape ape off of me for MINUTES, and who has also been coerced/intimidated it is definitely rape bitch and I hope you fuckin die KYS and get gang raped, gorilla pimped and receive no justice. and especially if you’re a woman thinking and saying shit like that. bitch I wish the worst for you. if you want me to be real, I have more trauma and wish worst on the niggas who “passively” raped me than the nigga who literally left marks on me and my body red from physically attacking and fighting me. being physically intimidated and threatened by a MAN, bigger and stronger than you, who is either ALREADY on top of you or standing over you grabbing you and not knowing how he’s going to respond or react if you attempt to fight him back is honestly scarier than a nigga just full fledged attacking you, at least to me it is. the niggas who passively raped me literally made me suicidal and want to kill myself for months or years before I ever said anything about it. I do wish bad on the violent rapist but I don’t dwell on it tbh. Idk. Being threatened with violence or restrained and intimidated but not straight up ATTACKED is still traumatic as fuck. and the ppl who think it isn’t real assault and you should’ve just tried to “fight off” a MALE literally with his fist bald, or who is already on top of you need to fuckin die in the absolute worst way in front of your children.

Also people who have NEVER EVER been VIOLENTLY ATTACKED BEFORE by a male, have a lot to fuckin say when women who already have don’t want to attempt to fight the next man off. If you want to get beat up, choked out, possibly fucking murdered because you trying to fight a sadistic animalistic man who is stronger and most likely bigger than you, go ahead bitch, I actually like my life and not being bruised and bammed up. The result will be the same in the end. He’s 5x stronger than you. If a 5’4”, 130 pound man, can EASILY attack and slam down my 5’4”, 125 pound athletic body building ass 💪🏾 , than a regular sized man can definitely easily attack you. Especially when they’re in their uncontrollable involuntary instinctual animalistic rape mode. There’s absolutely nothing you can do except for make him beat you up LESS so why fight back.

I wish cold blood closed casketed murder and agony on my passive rapist. Tbh idec what my violent rapist is doing rn. I just hope he continues raping so one day he can finally go to prison and his family can see I wasn’t lying and that he is a VIOLENT FORCEFUL tackling strangling rape aping ass nigga and he most likely will rape the kids in his family and I will rub it in his pickme family members faces when they’re jaw dropped and heart broken. aha I tried to tell you bitch, now all the grandkids and nieces got raped. nana nana boo boo bitch😅

[kumkaniudaku]

Thoughts and Feelings

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Water calmed every situation. Well, most situations. In times of anxiety or tension, a trip to the pier usually pushed away all negative thoughts and conversations and replaced them with temporary peace. Though the day wasn’t anxiety inducing for Vince, the need to get out and see the water with you in tow became first priority. 

“You think they gone be mad? We were supposed to have a review today.” You asked while staring out over the water as the small sailing vessel rocked side to side. 

“Nigga, if they can’t have a review without you, you need to quit.” He watched for your reaction until you cracked a smile to break the silence. “That’s what I thought. We havin’ fun, right? Look at the dolphins and lighten up. Take a picture and shit.” 

“Hell no. You know I don’t do pictures. Especially not when you’re the one taking them. I always end up looking wild.” 

“That’s different than any other time?” 

“Fuck you,” you laughed, shooting him a middle finger for extra emphasis. Vince joined laughter with one of his own before taking a spot next to you to enjoy the view in silence. 

Gaps in conversation always gave him time to get a good look at you in your element. If he were honest, he’d committed every feature to memory twice over. The way your mouth sat at a permanent frown even when you weren’t upset was his favorite. If he were asked, he’d share all his observations and more. But, you never asked, and he never told. Things were easier that way. 

After a long bout of staring at deep blue waves and a cloudy sky, you turned to Vince to study his expression. 

“How you feelin’ about today? Nervous? Excited? I can’t ever tell with you.” 

He scoffed and shook his head. “You asking hella questions today. I could’ve went to the Breakfast Club.” 

“Wow, you switching up on Big Boy that quick for Timbs and some rats? Should’ve never gave you niggas Power 105.” 

“You love the Breakfast Club, though.” 

“This not about me.” 

Another round of loud laughter drew attention from nearby families until both of you shot equal annoyed looks in their direction. 

“To be honest,” he started. “I’m not really thinking about it. I said everything I needed to say. If they like it or not don't got shit to do with me.” 

“It don’t worry you, though? Like not even a little bit?” 

He shrugged, “Only thing I care about is staying free, staying alive and y’all. The rest of that shit just extra. Plus, what they gone do, fight me?” 

“They might! You not built like that no more. We gettin’ old!” 

“You not built like that. Don’t put your failures on me, nigga.” 

A short round of playful slap boxing ended with more looks from strangers and a pseudo headlock to bring you closer to Vince in search of shared warmth from the strong wind at sea. You released a contented sigh that got lost in the surrounding noise. No matter how many times you’d experienced him in the passion of murky feelings, simple gestures made your stomach flutter more than you would admit. 

“Well, I’m proud of you.” Your statement received no answer aside from a small half smile. “I hope you know that you’re good at what you do. Don’t stop until you feel like you said everything you came to say. Then do some other fun shit. Make a couple movies or something.” 

“Might take some time off and go on that world exploration shit you be talking about. I don’t why you wanna get called slurs in French, but I’m down to ride.” 

“You serious?” 

His simple shrug served as a confirmation and enough to make your face heat with a mix of emotions. Together, you shared the remainder of the trip mixing comfortable silence with jokes about the sights around your immediate area. 

To another in your situation, the blurred lines and incomplete answers could drive any sane person beyond their brink. But you enjoy the shared time, space and moments in between just the way they existed. Time would unravel the rest of the story and make the journey sweeter than any could imagine.

[thadelightfulone]

All I Want...  25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 1

November 15-19th, Part 1

DeeDee Chabert put her pencil down, closed her notebooks, and checked the time. 3pm flashed across the face of her smart watch reminding her that she had one hour until she needed to be at work. Removing her glasses, she pinched the bridge of her nose before rolling the tightness from her shoulders, arms and neck. 

DeeDee sighed at the familiar bookshelves in front and back of her. She was at her favorite table in the back of the John B. Cade Library right next to all the science books. She wanted to make sure she was ready to present the defense of her dissertation and had just finished up some notes. 

DeeDee knocked over a few books when she stood to continue her stretch. She leaned down to pick them up, almost dropping the top book. She caught the hardbound cover and something fell out onto the floor. DeeDee put all the books back onto the table and then squatted down to pick up the slip of paper. 

She took her seat again and looked at the note in her hand. It’s folded in half and rough around the edges like someone ripped it out of a spiral notebook. DeeDee opened the page and after turning it right-side up, she saw multiple chemical formulas written in the neatest penmanship she had ever seen. As she glanced at the formula compounds, she noticed a short note in the center. 

LaSTiNLuV - My parents had it, that real deal, until the end of time type shit. The kind that those r&b niggas used to sing about and I want that. Honestly, I hope to find it for myself one day. I know she is out there. And I hope that I will recognize her, but also that I will be deserving of her love. _E.S.

DeeDee tried to decipher the first word of the note. She quietly laughed when she realized the person used chemical elements to write a completely different word. Referring to the periodic table of the book the note came from, she worked to interpret it.

“Lanthanum, Sulfur, Titanium, Nitrogen, Lutetium, and Vanadium equals La S Ti N Lu V.” She looked at the note again, “Lasting Love?”

DeeDee recognized the other ‘formulas’ on the page as other chemical elements put together to form words or phrases but not actual chemical compounds. There are two other such groupings on the page of the note. In the upper right-hand corner, DeeDee saw ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’ and in a much smaller font scrawled at the bottom left of the page was ‘IAmHeRe.’ She deciphered the other two before setting the note and her pad of paper to the side. 

“I Am Here. My Heart And Soul. Lasting Love.” That is what the person who wrote the note wanted to find, a love like their parents have or had. Taking a deep breath, she spoke aloud and laughed, “Shoot, aren’t we all?” DeeDee apologized when she heard various shushes from the bookstacks around her. 

Looking at her watch, it was time to go. She folded up the note and instead of returning it to the chemistry book, she put it in her folder. Grabbing all her items, she left the library to make the drive to her job. 

---

DeeDee needed to tell someone about what she found because it was the only thing she could think about all night. She called up her two best friends, Beverly and Phyllis, to get together for lunch the next day. They are her oldest and dearest friends, so they would understand her excitement about it.

Beverly and Phyllis are seated at the table when DeeDee arrived. They both stood to hug her before everyone took their seats. The waiter took their drink orders before leaving to give them time to decide on their entrees. 

“Ok, so what was so important that you just had to see us?” Phyllis rushed out from across the table. Always straight to the point.

“Right, we thought you would be locked up with your books for the rest of the year before we saw our best friend again.” Beverly leaned forward with both elbows on the table.

“I mean, Thanksgiving is right around the corner. And you know I can eat.” DeeDee responds, “You would have seen me before the end of the month.” 

They all laughed at DeeDee’s remark, calming down only when they saw their waiter approach the table. He set down their sweet tea and then took their order. 

“Ok, so I was at the library last night and I found something.”

“Look, if it wasn’t dick then I don’t want to hear about it.” Phyllis rolled her eyes before sipping her drink. 

“Phyll, stop that and let the girl speak.” Beverly bumped Phyllis’ shoulder, “Go on DeeDee, don’t mind her.”

“As I was saying, I found something while I was studying last night.” DeeDee pulled out the note. “This fell out of one of the books and it is very interesting.”

Phyllis took the note while Beverly looked at it from over her shoulder. She squinted her eyes at it before handing it over to Beverly, who just set it down on the table. 

“DeeDee, you know we can’t read that. We are not fluent in the chemical language.” Beverly pushed it back towards DeeDee. 

“Look at the center. I’ll explain the rest.” DeeDee slid the note back over to them. 

Beverly and Phyllis took a second look before looking back at DeeDee. 

“Is this for real?” Phyllis asked. 

“I think so.” 

“Ok, so then what do the hieroglyphics say?” Beverly set the note down in the center of the table.

DeeDee rolled her eyes at her friend’s remark, “The one in front of the note says Lasting Love. The word up here in the corner says My Heart and Soul. And this little thing down at the bottom says I Am Here.” 

“And you think this is real?” Beverly repeated Phyllis’ question.

“Well, it does have some initials after it. So, why wouldn’t it be?” DeeDee took a sip of her tea.

“Note in a chemistry book? Probably some virgin who needs to get laid.” Phyllis nodded at Beverly and the two of them started to laugh. 

“But what if… you know what, nevermind.” DeeDee grabbed the note and folded it back up into her small notebook. 

Just then, the waiter arrived with their food. All conversation stopped until he walked away again.

Beverly looked over at Phyllis before addressing DeeDee, “Hey, what is it?”

“I don’t know, I guess I am just curious about the author of the note.” DeeDee shrugged, “Like who would write something like this, hoping for a lasting love like their parents and then leave it in a book?”

“I already answered that.” Phyllis said before taking a bite of her salad.

“I’m serious, Phyll.” DeeDee spoke as she plucked a fry off her plate. 

“Ok, so what if it is a student here. Then what? What are you going to do?” Phyllis spoke as she waved her fork in the air.

“I don’t know. I guess I would have to find them first and decide for myself.” DeeDee shrugged.

“But what if an ugly guy wrote this?” Beverly cringed at the thought. 

“Bev, you already know it. Someone with his head so far in the books he doesn’t know anything else.” Phyllis shoulder checked Beverly and glanced over at DeeDee, “Just like someone else we know.”

DeeDee blankly stared in their direction. While everyone makes fun of her for always studying and not having any kind of personal life, they have no idea of the closet romantic hidden inside of her. She loves love, but never looked or hoped for it like this guy. No, an ugly person would not write about something as sweet and genuine as this. DeeDee did not believe that for a second.

“He sounds like a great guy. I mean he spoke of knowing that she is out there and hoping to be worthy of her. How sweet is that?” Her eyes sparkled as she recalled the words now embedded in her head.

“Really?” Phyllis shook her head as DeeDee nodded hers, “Well, now you know what you gotta do. You gotta find out who wrote that.”

Beverly claps her hands together in excitement as DeeDee’s face fell.

“What? No. I don’t think --,” DeeDee sputtered. She cleared her throat and started again, “I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes, you can. If anyone can figure out who wrote that note and left it there -- last week, last month, last year; it’s you.” Beverly spoke up. 

“You guys really think that I should do this?”

“Yes!” Both answer together. 

“Ok, then, I guess it’s time to find out who this E.S. is?” DeeDee and her friends shared a smile. 

---

DeeDee slowly walked into the library and headed straight to the circulation desk. She couldn’t believe that she allowed her friends to talk her into doing this. Holding her notebook in a death grip, she reached her favorite librarian, working the front desk.

“Hey DeeDee. What brings you in today?” Ms. Jacobsen asks her. 

“Hi Ms. Jacobsen. I actually have a huge favor to ask.” DeeDee says. “I found some notes in one of the books I had out the other day. Do you think you can tell me who last checked out the book?”

Ms. Jacobsen peeked past DeeDee, slowly turning around in her chair while surveying the first floor of the library, before she looked back at her. She stood up and moved to another computer on her left, signaling for DeeDee to follow her. 

“I know that you only want to return those notes to the rightful owner, so I can do this one favor for you.” Ms. Jacobsen finally answered. “So, what is the name of the book that you checked out?” 

“It was ‘Elements of Molecular and Biomolecular Electrochemistry’ by Saveant and Costentin.” DeeDee responded. 

DeeDee set down the notebook and attentively watched as Ms. Jacobsen started tapping away on the keyboard. She decided that watching Ms. Jacobsen was making her more nervous than kind of fibbing to the woman. No need to get her hopes up, if nothing came from the search for her mystery man. 

‘Her mystery man?’ Where did that even come from? She knew nothing about him except that at some point he felt it necessary to put these very words to paper. The man could be married with children or a complete psycho. DeeDee closed her eyes, trying to relax. If Ms. Jacobsen doesn’t give her a name, then she can drop this whole thing and focus on her next career move.

DeeDee looked up when she heard Ms. Jacobsen sigh loudly. 

“I’m sorry, dear. I don’t think you will find them on campus.” Ms. Jacobsen huffed out and then lifted her glasses to her face. “It has been 10 years since that book was checked out.”

DeeDee rapidly blinked at the information. “10 years?” She screeched at the older woman. 

“Yes, honey.” Ms. Jacobsen nodded and turned the computer screen towards DeeDee. “By one, Erik Stevens.”   

DeeDee tried to hide her smile. The mystery man has a name. 

“Erik Stevens.” DeeDee said his name out loud, then took a deep breath. “Ok. Well, thank you, Ms. Jacobsen. I’ll talk to you later.” DeeDee waved to her before walking past the desk towards her study space in the back. 

DeeDee dropped her things on the table before getting out her laptop. She opened a new browser and pulled up the school’s website. When DeeDee searched Erik Stevens, the first result was an article titled ‘Computer Science and Chemistry Majors share the 2010 Graduate Student of the Year title’. On the front page was a picture of the winners. 

“Computer Science, huh? Then what did he need with that book?” DeeDee mumbled while typing in her next search for the Computer Science department. She wrote down what she needed and put her laptop away. 

---

DeeDee entered the classroom during the meeting and took a seat in the back until it was over. When the room cleared out, she walked over to the faculty advisor standing at the front of the room wiping off the board. 

“Excuse me, I wanted to ask about a former student of this department.” DeeDee asked in a shaky voice.

“It depends on what you want to ask me.” The faculty member replied, setting down the eraser. 

“He won Graduate Student of the Year in --” 

“Oh, you mean Erik Stevens?” The professor laughed while DeeDee looked on in confusion, “Now him, I can talk about. Come with me.” She waved for DeeDee to follow.

They walked into the office next door, and the professor pointed out a chair for DeeDee to sit. 

“My name is Sheila Giacomo. I actually had the pleasure of teaching and mentoring Erik while he was here. So, what do you want to know?” 

“How did you know I was talking about Erik? I never even said his name.” DeeDee finally spoke again. 

“You said he won Grad Student of the Year. Only one student has ever won that honor during my whole tenure in this department.” Sheila answered. 

“I was wondering what you can tell me about him.”

Sheila sat back in her desk chair. “Mr. Stevens was not your typical ‘head in the books’ student, like most would expect from any kind of science major. He was a very inquisitive, reserved and athletic young man, but when you put numbers and tech in front of him, it was almost magical how he came alive.”

“What year did he graduate from Southern?” 

“With his master’s, the same year he won the award. I think that was 2010. After that, I heard he moved back home to California.”

“Do you know what brought him to Southern?”

“Something about his family and legacy, but I never found out what.” Sheila straightened up and looked at DeeDee. “Are you writing a story about him?”

“Ummmm no, I came across a paper he wrote and figured he might still be on campus or something.” DeeDee stood up, “I didn’t mean to bother you, but thank you for sharing.”

“It’s no problem. And if you are still looking for information, you may want to reach out to the other winner from that year.” Sheila stood and walked DeeDee to the door, “They were good friends and collaborated on the project that earned them the honor.” 

“Thanks again for everything, Sheila.” DeeDee waved and left the office. 

As she walked away, DeeDee looked down at the other information on her notepad from her earlier search. Marquis Oubre was the name of the other student who won with Erik Stevens. She continued her walk to her car, prepared to head home. There will be plenty of time to talk to Mr. Oubre.

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Playing Games

Summary: The reader uses her best seduction techniques on her man.

Pairing: black!reader x Florian Munteanu

Warnings: Smut and creepy dudes 

A/N: Based on this video of Florian admiring some food. 

It was all fun and games until you had to pay up. For his next big fight, Flo had sworn off sex and sweets. At first you thought you could manage and be the supportive girlfriend, but your libido and taste buds were saying, “Hell no!”

Florian said you didn’t have to give up sweets with him, but he wouldn’t budge on the no sex. He wanted to pent up all his energy for his opponent who kept talking shit.

Unfortunately, you only lasted a couple of weeks before the sex ban was getting to you and making you petty. First, Flo thought it was cute how you would flaunt and brag about the delicious goodies you were eating. It wasn’t the first time he gave them up and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but now you were starting to get disrespectful.

It all started when you saw his instastory of him at his favorite bakery, admiring all of the baked goods he couldn’t have, when an evil idea popped into your head.

Florian was frustrated. He hasn’t had any sweets, alcohol, hookah, and most importantly sex in weeks. Also, his opponent up’d his trash talking by talking about how Florian couldn’t handle all the ass you had, and he probably wasn’t dicking you down properly. Never had he ever wanted to beat the living shit out of someone before.

Right now, he needed a reprieve. All he wanted to do was shower, eat dinner, cuddle up with his girl and watch a movie. But once he stepped into the kitchen, he knew he wasn’t laying one finger on you.

When he entered the kitchen, he was greeted to the lovely but torturing sight of you eating a cake from his favorite bakery, dancing in your lacy black and red lingerie set.

Tucking his hands inside the pockets of his gym shorts to keep from reaching out to you, he tried his best to keep his face expressionless as you started to moan at the decadence of the dessert, knowing he was watching you intently.

“Like what you see Mr. Munteanu?” You teased before licking excess icing from your lip.

“Not particularly.” Flo smirked, pushing off the doorway, leaving you in the kitchen pouting.

You followed him up the stairs, admiring his broad back and reminiscing the good times when you used to claw at it.

He turned back at you, raised an eyebrow at you following him and then proceeded to your room. Flo dropped his gym bag with a loud thump and immediately began stripping.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, cris crossed applesauce, you enjoyed the show.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N and it’s not gonna work.”

“Whatever do you mean?” You played coy, your voice going a tinge higher, eyelashes fluttering.

Florian leaned on the bed towards you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, no longer able to resist you. “I’m frustrated too, baby. But you can’t try to seduce me into sex. Now put on some clothes.”

Jumping from the bed, you stood in front of the giant, trying your best to intimidate him. Florian was the first man to make you feel small, which was hard to do. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t?”

Clenching his fists, Florian did his best not to wrap his hand around your throat because he knew that’s what you wanted. So instead, he glared at you like one of his opponents in the ring and brought his face dangerously close to your face. “Keep on, princess and you won’t walk for a week once this match is over.”

Your dumbass should’ve listened, but you didn’t. Knowing you had to no immediate consequences made you act a fool. Your loungewear got skimper and skimper with each day closer to the fight.

Flo almost got your ass after a night out with your girls, that time wasn’t your fault, but you knew he wanted to out that sexual frustration to use.

Arielle wanted to go out because she just broke up with her trifling ass ex, everyone else was stressed from work, and you were just sexually frustrated. So, naturally alcohol and some ass shaking were in need.

You and the girls were twerking and shouting a bunch of ‘ayyy’, ‘yasss’ and ‘get it, bitch’ when you heard, “Damn I bet Florian don’t know what to with that fatty.”

Whipping your head around you saw that it was Bryan ‘Steelo’ Henderson, the other boxer Flo was fighting, creepily leering at your ass. “Boy, go on somewhere and don’t worry about me and my man. Worry about your upcoming loss,” you eyed him up and down before flipping your hair and dismissing him.

“Nah, your man thinks he’s hot shit cuz he was in one movie, but he ain’t laying a hand on me. I’m knocking him out and then I’ll give you some of this daddy dick and show you how a real man fucks.” Steelo gripped your arm to turn you to him and on instinct you threw your drink in his face.

“Nigga, who the fuck you think you talking to like that?” You were heated and was ready to fuck this Godzilla looking motherfucker, but you weren’t trying to catch a case, so you stuck to cussing his ass out.

The constant buzzing of his phone pulled Florian out of his conversation with Masias. He thought it was Y/N’s friends alerting him that she was drunk, acting a fool and that he needed to come get her.

Instead people were ating him in a live Instagram video of you pointing your fingers in Steelo’s face, arguing with him.

Him his crew hurriedly paid for their unfinished dinner and rushed off to the nearby club. During the whole ride couldn’t stop watching the live and its comments.

Damn, it looks like she about to swing on this nigga.

Florian now you really got to beat his ass now.

Shittttt, I don’t blame my man Steelo shooting his shot. Do you see that wagon????

Oh, I’m buying the fight now. Shit’s about to be WWIII!

“You good, bro” Masias asked from the front, noticing Florian’s leg bounce up and down.

“Yeah. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once I see him. I’m kinda hoping Y/N gets to him first.” Flo admitted, without looking up from his phone.

A small smile formed on his lips as he watched you argue with Steelo. He knew you weren’t too far away from hitting him. You were a recreational boxer with a short temper and quick hands. If Steelo wasn’t careful he would be catching a quick fade.

When the car pulled up to the curb, Flo jumped out of the car before it could completely stop. Entering the club, he saw everyone circle around Y/N and Steelo filming the entire encounter.

The club got quiet after a girl yelled, “Hey, Big Nasty is here! Shit is about to pop off!”

After hearing the girl, you smiled at your man pushing his way through the crowd. Him in his SAMCRO hoodie and gold chain made you forget about Steelo and ready to jump his bones.

Once you were within arm’s reach, he gently shoved you behind and stood toe to toe with Steelo. “That’s the last time you put hands on my girlfriend, do you understand?”

Steelo rolled his shoulders as if he was preparing for a fight and pointed a finger at you. “You need to teach your bitch some manners and if you can’t I’ll volunteer to do so.”

Simultaneously, both of you crooked your heads to the side, trying to figure out if this fucker really said what you thought he said. Florian was quicker on the uptake, but you were right behind him and were able to grab his wrist before his fist went flying towards Steelo’s face.

With the strength of an Amazonian goddess, you pulled Flo away and out of the club. Meanwhile, Steelo kept running his mouth, “Yeah run off like a little bitch! I’ll have your ass knocked out in the first round.”

On the ride back home, Florian said nothing, but he held your hand in his, silently letting you know he wasn’t mad at you.

As soon as you were through the threshold of your home, Flo was on you. He ripped your dress down the middle and didn’t look the least bit sorry.

All he kept murmuring was he needed a little taste as he stripped you down, but his trainer had called to check on him fucking ruining your chance at some type of sex with Flo.

From that night on Flo slept in the guest room to resist temptation and your seduction. He wouldn’t even budge when he heard you loudly moan while touching yourself. All Florian knew was that as soon as the fight was over, he was gonna have his way with you.

Florian’s ban worked it’s magic because Steelo was ko’d within the first minute. That’s what that motherfucker gets for talking all that shit.

Karma was a bitch and just like Steelo, you knew you had to pay up. With the adrenaline from the fight pumping and all his pent-up sexual frustration, Flo was keeping his answer short in the post fight interview. Usually, he was friendly during those, but you could tell he was itching to get to you.

Looking down at your pussy, you patted her and gave her a pep talk. “Okay, girl we’re in it for the long haul. This is what we trained for. Get ready because Daddy isn’t gonna take it easy on us for the next couple of days. Thank God I took a vacation from work!”

“Bitch, I know you not talking to your coochie,” Arielle interrupted you.

“Hell yeah, I am! I’m debating should I be praying that I’ll still have my walls after tonight. Florian is about to wreck my shit! Oh, imma die,” you panicked. Teasing Florian was fun until you remembered it would catch up to you eventually.

Arielle laughed at you and gently pushed your shoulder. “I told you stop playing with that man like that. Now I gotta speak at your funeral and say, ‘Here lies my best friend because the dick was too bomb.’”

You glared at Arielle about to cuss her out when you saw him. Everyone was moving out of his way and exiting the room, because they could sense some shit was about to go down.

Noticing your eyes change from annoyance to fear and anticipation, Arielle turned around to see Florian making his way to you. She turned back at you and smiled before she followed everyone else out. “Good fight, Flo. See ya’ll later or never,” she mumbled the last part.

“Thanks,” he grunted, watching Arielle walk out.

Running to meet your man halfway you jumped into his arms. Even though you knew he was about to ruin you, you still had to congratulate your man. “Baby, I’m so proud of you! All your hard work paid off.” You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck and kissed alongside it.

Flo said nothing, he just backed you into the wall and bunched up your dress around your waist. Steadying one hand around your waist, the other went to your dripping core. “No panties, tonight?” Flo ticked his head to the side. “Huh, I guess you knew Daddy needed easy access tonight.”

Pulling his shorts down, his dick sprang free, bobbing up and down against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, its been so long since you saw it and you wanted it in your mouth. Clutching to your boyfriend, you begged him, “Please let me suck it, Daddy.”

Florian moaned at the sound of you begging and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill your needs, but he was under a time constraint. “Not now, baby. When we have more time you can, but right now I’m about to pound my pussy and it has to be quick. That okay with you?”

Shaking your head yes, Florian kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he savagely thrusted into you. Both of you broke the kiss once he started getting into his rhythm. “Fuck, I miss this pussy. Daddy’s so sorry for neglecting you.”

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, already wanting to cum, not even ten strokes in.

“Not yet,” Flo gripped your chin to get you to look at him. “I hope you got all your rest earlier, because I’m fucking this pussy all night long and getting you pregnant tonight.”

Florian was digging in your pussy so well; you didn’t care about the wall scratching up your back. And to get back at him for making you feel so good, you tighten your walls around his dick.

“You naughty little girl,” Flo grunted, wrapping his hand around your throat. He started thrusting into wildly until he stilled, shooting his load into you. Before you could cum, he pulled himself out, fixed your dress, and tucked himself into his shorts.

Standing there shell-shocked, you were surprised Flo didn’t take care of you. He chuckled at your expression and pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “What? You thought I let you get off easy? Baby, you should’ve known not to play such dangerous games. Now make sure, you don’t let go a drop of my cum while I take my shower. Then, I’ll fulfill my obligation for my appearance at the club and then I’ll fill my baby for the rest of the night.”

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead before heading to the shower, leaving you there contemplating if all your little games worth it. You smiled to yourself and thought, Hell yeah, I’m about to get the best dick of my life. Game on, Mr. Munteanu.

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[calypsoff]

Twenty Eight. Part 2

I didn’t expect me to be this way, I didn’t expect me to be wiping my tears like this “You're a shooting star I see, A vision of ecstasy” Robyn’ and I eyes met as she sang, I felt like I put her off as she closed her eyes. Robyn is pushing through this so much, I couldn’t be anymore proud. Wiping my eyes as I walked off “woah” hitting into Rich “you good?” he asked, nodding my head. I just want to get backstage; I can’t wait to hold her. She is such a strong woman to be doing this, like I would have walked off because that is just too much, walking by the screaming fans but you know what. They have really helped Robyn sing through it, they were chanting her name, singing the lyrics with her. But they are annoying still, I need to stop wiping my tears, but I can’t stop crying, it hurt to know that she went through that. I felt her pain through it, I was there with her “oh Chris” Mel hugged me, unexpected but she hugged me, and it was nice. Wrapping my arm around her “I saw you crying, and then she was crying. I am so sorry for your loss, it’s so heart-breaking” nodding my head “she is strong to do this, I can’t even deal” moving back from the hug, Mel placed her arm around me as we made our way backstage. I can’t wait to just hug her when she gets off that stage, I am so glad I came here. Imagine if I didn’t come, I would have felt awful and I hate when I am stubborn towards Robyn but that is just me. I need to be more giving, I say this, but I won’t because that is me, I am dumb at times.

Everyone is just waiting for Robyn to come off stage, me I am about to push everyone out of the way “come on” I said to myself, Tina is stood waiting with a robe to put on her but they don’t understand I am about to push everyone out of the way “she is coming” someone said, seeing my emotional twin stepping down the steps “move” I pushed everyone out of the way, even Tina got pushed because I don’t care “Chris” holding onto her wrist, my baby is still crying “come here” grabbing her waist and picking her down, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck as she sobbed out “I am so proud of you” carrying her away and placing her down on the ground “I am so sorry I wasn’t here for you for the first time around, I am so so sorry” I feel so bad about it, rubbing her back “I can’t believe I lost our baby, why me” everyone is staring, like some did know, some didn’t and the some that didn’t are staring in shock “you’re making me cry” closing my eyes “let it out, I am here for you” such a weird silence backstage, you can hear the chatter and screaming of people and the silence back here, the sobbing of Robyn has halted people and the people that overheard what she said, they put their head down “you did great you know that, you know you did” I said trying to make her feel better “I am not great Chris, I let it happen. I couldn’t stop it, I knew it was happening, I did it. That song will always be connected to that moment, I was in pain and I did nothing” I swallowed hard, this is horrible for us both.

Moving back from the hug, placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ face and wiping her tears with my thumb “stop it” my voice jerked, I hurt for her so much “I am sorry” she put her head down “and then I saw you there, I made you cry too” putting my head down “you had me choked up, let’s get on the bus to go ok?” Robyn nodded her head, letting her hands go. Her entourage were all still here, waiting to do their job but all they got was Robyn and I crying, emotional to say. Tina placed her robe around Robyn “I need to take my tour outfit off before I leave this building so follow me” nodding my head, I ain’t the type of nigga to cry in front of anyone but Robyn had me choked up so much “I am sorry” looking to the side of me, Jay Brown just there “I am sorry for your loss, to both of you. I didn’t know that happened” nodding my head, I guess a lot of people didn’t know but they do now. Walking off behind Robyn, I guess I didn’t care at first and I can admit I didn’t, I did but then I didn’t but to be in that circle with Robyn. To feel how she felt, to know she craves that. And to know the pain women go through, I will never forgive myself for making Robyn feel like she couldn’t tell me. Because I made her feel that way, I love her too damn much. She isn’t no regular chick; she is the love of my life and I would do anything for her. Even though I tend to be hard headed but with Robyn, I would give up my lung for her.

Walking up the steps after Robyn and onto the bus “you got your suitcases on this bus yes?” Robyn asked, she is always checking on me “yes I do, Jen told me. Don’t worry about it, let’s just relax” placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ waist “I am going to my room at the back, I will be back out soon” Robyn said to the girls “does that include me? Do I come” Robyn placed her hands over mine “you know damn well it does” I chuckled as we walked by the rows of bunks to get to the back, I am glad I am here for Robyn. Robyn moved her hands away from my hands to open the door “I just want to spend time with you, I have a headache. I took some painkillers anyways” closing the door behind me “I can imagine, I am super proud of you though. Like you pushed through, you had me crying. Like I do feel that guilt that you couldn’t come to me because I was being an asshole” taking my shoes off “it is something I need to move on from, we need to move on from but I will once I get what I want. But like I said to my mom I need to do this but let god do it, and let god bless us. The thing is, it’s not just my baby. It was yours too so I do want you to feel that way, I do want you to mourn it because why shouldn’t you. When we had sex, when that was made it was done with you there too you know” Robyn got choked up “I probably sound crazy but I loved you from the start and all I see it as, that we are making a baby out of love because I don’t know about you, I don’t see myself with any other man, I don’t see myself being this way with anyone else, I don’t feel comfortable to allow another man to touch me, love me. So having a baby with you it feels natural” licking my top lips nodding my head “you know, it’s difficult because as a man I don’t know how to feels to lose a baby. But to see you on that stage, to see you cry to feel your pain through those song words. I felt it, and it’s horrible to feel. Imagine singing stay when you’re losing, it’s just” taking in a deep breath “hard, and shit. If we was together back then, I would have put a baby in you because I was in that live for the moment dude. Shit you are beautiful, why wouldn’t I. I just feel like I do now, as an adult. I shy away from a lot of things, but your mom is right let god bless us. But this time I ain’t going to be no bitch nigga, I am going to be grown about this. I don’t deserve you in the first place, even to begin with. Look at you, you’re even beautiful when you cry” Robyn snorted laughing “be quiet, just snuggle me and rub my head please” I will rub anything of hers.

Lightly racking my hand through her hair as she rested her eyes, not sure if she is asleep or just resting her eyes “if I never went back, let’s say I lived in VA for the rest of my life because I loved it there. Where do you think we would be?” Robyn is awake, well and truly is “erm, well I wouldn’t have got locked up. I think we would probably be on baby number three” Robyn chuckled “see, I knew that. Chile, thank god I left. I wouldn’t be able to feel my pussy anymore when you done with me” she is so cute “keep doing that though, I am going to fall asleep” Robyn has my arm trapped under her and then my other hand just racking through her hair, I am trapped here “I think it’s crazy how much I fell for you, like you would need to be there. Well you would need to be me to know how I felt, you were my best friend but yet I loved you and it was hard. And then anyone that would even utter a word saying she is from the islands; they would just say that. I would be pissed off, like you would always tell me the things wrong with you, which didn’t ever phase me. That one time I got you angry because you got a spot on your forehead and you shouted that you were on your period and you’re getting on my nerves, you shut me up so quick. Oh god, I just wish you told me where you went. You hurt me for that and then I had to see you on TV, that hurt” looking over at her, the mouth breather is asleep “of course she is” pressing a kiss to her cheek, she is annoying making me speak without her listening.

Seeing as I am trapped under Robyn, I ain’t got nothing to do but go on my phone and just scroll through shit and go through messages from my clothing line. I really don’t care if any celebrity Seeing as I am trapped under Robyn, I ain’t got nothing to do but go on my phone and just scroll through shit and go through messages from my clothing line. I really don’t care if any celebrity messages me now saying can you drop me something, I ain’t about to leave Robyn for shit. I do that once I leave this tour, Robyn said I will depart when she goes to Canada and that will be it. I won’t leave her side for shit right now, luckily nobody has messaged besides some weird people that the boys can answer, switching my Instagram page to my own page. I be gaining followers every damn day on this bitch, tapping on my tagged photos. I wonder if it’s full of my dick print posts, I mean I don’t mind that shit. Oh it’s different now, tapping on the video. I watched it on mute because Robyn is asleep, oh brother. Of course her ugly fans have got me crying, oh shit. Backing out of the post and tapping on the side by side photo someone has done, well a fan of hers. I look like some little bitch trying to hide my face, scrolling down to the caption ‘OMG! They are the cutest. He really loves her’ rolling my eyes, her fans need to be banned from doing these things. Pulling a face and adding a comment to the page ‘I do love her’ pressing send on the comment. Tapping on the plus sign, scrolling through my pictures. Most of these pictures is designs, ok here we are. Let me post this picture of Robyn when we went to the Cabin, I was actually taking a selfie of me, but Robyn was busy staring at the full moon that was so bright, she looks so pretty but yet content. Adding the caption ‘Super proud of you twin, today was hard for you, for me, for us. You did this, you did that twin, and I am ever so proud of you. I love you to the moon and back, my twin flame, on that soulmate shit. My childhood sweetheart, I love you @badgalriri’ pressing send on the post, that shit was mushy as fuck.

See how I stayed with Robyn, but I fell asleep and she left me, and they are out there having a damn party. See how rude Robyn is, rubbing my eyes. Dang, how long was I gone for, my boredom must have put me to sleep. Tapping my side button to check on my phone, I have a few missed calls but I can’t be bothered. Let me see what the fuck they are doing out there, shuffling off of the bed. Pulling down my sweatpants, Robyn disapproved of sweatpants, but I am sorry, they are comfy. Placing my feet in the slides, they are really just having a party out there but it’s good that Robyn is having fun, I want that for her. Walking by the rows of bunk beds but then I realised I need to pee so I turned back around, let me pee before Robyn says my dick look too big in it “oh if it’s not mr I am not good enough for my haircuts” oh this is Yusuf “I never said that” I said defending myself “just know baby I could have done better, when you need a weave on your head don’t come to me baby, my doors are closed” I ain’t even do anything “anyways, I just finished in there good luck boo” pulling a face at him, he is too sassy for me.

Mel pointed at me “I thought you said he was banned from sweatpants” oh god they all know about this “what?” I said smirking all confused “mhmm, we discussed things. Sit with me” Robyn waved me over patting the seat “or you can sit next to me, this is the better side. If you sit on that side it’s the bitter bitch side” Mel is making me want to sit on her side “I have to sit with Robyn, because y’all don’t hear her if I don’t” shuffling to Robyn, sitting next to her as everyone booed out “how you so whipped by her? Jeez, we only wanted to even the game out, Robyn tells him he can sit here” Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck “nope, he stays with me, take Jen. I rather Chris sit with me “Chris has to be picked on then, truth or dare” I sighed out “is that why y’all screaming? Dang, I should have stayed in the bedroom but I ain’t no bitch nigga either so dare” I don’t care “suck Robyn’ toes” my head snapped in Robyn’ direction “you told them this!?” I spat, Robyn’ face softened confused “what, no?” the whole bus went into hysterics “you are so dumb, I didn’t say anything to nobody. You said dare, you just made a scene” looking around everyone as they continued to do the most “he’s done it already, nope. None-void. You suck toes now Mr Brown? Is this who we are” Yusuf said, my cheeks became very red “I didn’t say anything” I am not here for this “move on! Please” Robyn spat “ok we change it to truth, so Chris what is your favourite body part you like to suck on with Robyn of course?” I am still suck on the fact I put myself in that situation and they now know “her neck, like on god. I have to always suck on that, I love her neck a lot” Yusuf snorted laughing “and ten toes too” I hate myself, I really do.

[mermaidchansons]

Thanksgiving w/ Mr. Stevens & the Udakus

SoftBoi!Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

A/N: Hey, friends! This is my first time writing for Erik so drag me if need be lol. It’s just a quick imagine that I needed to get out since I was feeling lonely today. Let me know what you think! Love y’all; Happy Thanksgiving!

You were stirred out of your sleep by the alarm on your phone. 8:30 pm. It was the day before thanksgiving and after prepping all morning, you decided to treat yourself to a nap. Cooking, prepping, and generally being awake was exhausting around this time of year.

Every Thanksgiving was the same with your family; you’d plan everything by yourself, set the table by yourself, and force people to cook with you. Everyone wanted to eat but no one everyone wanted to help. You always felt alone, even when you were at the dinner table surrounded by family. Be it seasonal depression or a lack of holiday committment from your family, you were sure you were done with the holiday season. But not this year. This year, you had Erik.

Here you were a year and a half into your relationship, staying with him and his family in Wakanda. It took you a while to get used the to the new scenery; and the fact that you were dating a fomerly lost prince.

“Yo, cakes, you up yet?! I heard your alarm go off,” you heard the prince yell from across the room. You groaned in response, hiding your face in your pillow.

Erik stripped the covers of the bed and smacked your mostly bare ass.

“Erik,” you yelped,” why do you have to be so rough, damn!”

“I’m sorry, cakes, but you gotta get up; we got cooking to do,” he said, sitting next to you.

You sat up and pouted as he rubbed your leg.

“Daddy, I’m tired-“

“No, don’t ‘daddy’ me; unless you tryna get fucked right now, I suggest you get your cute ass up and follow me to kitchen,” Erik said sternly.

“Firstly, I’m always tryna get fucked,” you stated, smiling. He laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re a fool. Come on, y/n.” He said kissing your lips softly.

After putting on a onesie and taking off your bonnet, you followed Erik to the kitchen. His cousins Shuri and T’Challa were already in there, doing there best at following the instructions Erik had given them. Even queen-mother was helping; mixing the ingredients for the sweet potato pie.

“Goodmorning, sis,” Shuri yelled,” I see my cousin has decided to wake you up the proper way.” You tried your best to keep your laugh in but once she started, so did you.

“Fuck that supposed to mean?” Erik chided, mean mugging her from across the kitchen. Shuri shrugged her shoulders as she continued to peel the softened sweet potatoes.

“Nothing,” you giggled, rubbing his arms as he cut up some vegetables.

You love the way his scarred biceps looked in a tight white tshirt; the apron he wore was even more excruciatingly sexy than it needed to be and you knew you’d have a hard time focusing.

“You make food prep hella sexy, N’Jadaka,” you whispered. His gold fangs flashed as he smiled.

“You better stop playing before I take you to the bathroom, y/n,” Erik said, biting his lip.

“Alright, alright, put me in coach.”

“Aight, go help T with the mac and cheese. Then come back over here and you can mix the turkey drippings into the dressing; got it, cakes?” You nodded as Erik instructed you then went over to gather the cheeses to help T’Challa.

“Why do you call y/n ‘cakes’?” T’Challa asked innocently. You laughed quietly, placing the cheeses next to T’Challa’s workspace.

“Nigga, you don’t see all that cake she got? Matter fact, nevermind; I don’t need you looking.” Erik said, shaking his head.

“N’Jadaka, please do not discuss y/n in that matter while we are cooking,” Ramonda reprimanded.

“My bad, auntie,” Erik said shooting T’Challa an incredulous look.

“It’s okay, T. It’s an AAVE term,” you consoled him.

“It means she has a big ass,” Shuri said nonchalantly.

“Shuri, what did I just tell your cousin?!” Ramonda yelled.

“Sorry, mother!”

After putting the mac and cheese in the oven and mixing the dressing, you headed to the dining hall to see how the tablescape was coming along. You took your time at each seat, adjusting and folding the napkins and place settings.

“Is everything to your liking, y/n?”

You looked up to see the queen-mother looking at you lovingly.

“Everything is so beautiful, queen-mother. I’m elated to be here. Everything and everyone is so open and warm and inviting,” you said as she took a seat next to you. She placed her hand on yours, smiling warmly.

“I’m glad you feel safe enough to share this holiday with us. You’ve brought such happiness with you. Especially to N’Jadaka; this means a lot to him,” Ramonda noted.

“Here me when I say this, Y/N; you are filling a void in his heart that no one ever could. For so long he was lost and isolated; even after the challeneg had commenced he never celebrated like this until you. His love for you is so apparrent, he practically floats into the room when you are by his side,” Ramonda said, laughing. You laughed as well, looking down at your hand.

“Thank you for keeping him happy. I appreciate you. May your love span a thousand years. I will you see you for the festivities tomorrow; good night my dear,” she sighed, squeezing your hand.

“Good night, queen-mother.”

***

You heard Erik’s alarm go off at 6am and groaned. You felt him stir beneath you and you held on to him tighter.

“Baby, I gotta go check the food,” he yawned, rubbing your back.

“It can wait,” you said, yawning in response.

“I’ll bring you back a taste,” Erik bribed.

And with that, you rolled off of him with a quickness, causing him to chuckle. You drifted back to sleep for what felt like 5 seconds before Erik shook you awake. Once you sat up, he handed you a plate of dressing, a small piece of slow cooked pork, and a fork. You practically went to heaven as you took your first bite.

“Damn.. I still got it,” you moaned, silently congratulating yourself on how well seasoned the dressing was. Erik walked around to his side of the bed and shuffled through his drawer.

“If you’re looking for your kimoyo beads, you left them on the bathroom counter,” you informed him with your mouth full of dressing. You looked up to see him staring at you with his hands behind his back. He shuffled side to side and rolled his shoulders; it was telling. Erik usually did this when he was nervous. Or if he was about to ask you a favor.

“Alright, what you want?” you asked him.

“Damn, y/n, why you always think I want something? Why you gotta be like that?” He was stalling. But for what?

“Boy, stop playing and tell me what you want!” You watched as he knelt before you with a small black box in his hand.

“Aight then, cakes, I’ma tell you what I want. I want to spend every Thanksgiving and Christmas with you. I want to wake up knowing you’ll be next to me every morning. I want you to mother my children and help me put them in they place when they fuck up. I want to love you until the end of my days and that’s all I wanted since I first laid eyes on you in that record store; with your pretty brown eyes lighting up at the sight of that old ass Earth, Wind, & Fire vinyl. I want you, y/n, and only you. Forever.”

You watched with teary eyes as he opened the tiny black velvet box that held a black opal ring; lined with diamonds and vibranium scalloping. You placed your plate of food on the end table and reached forward to hold Erik’s face in your hands.

“I need to hear it. I need you to ask me, E,” you cried softly.

“Y/N, will you be my wife?” Erik asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

“Yes, N’Jadaka; I will be your wife til the end of time!” You were full on crying now, kissing all over his face as he struggled to hold in his emotions.

“Cakes, you gone let this stay in the box or..,” he trailed off, chuckling as you showered him with kisses. You held out your hand and he slid the ring onto your finger.

“There you are, Mrs. Stevens,” he smirked, wiping the tears that had fell on his face. You kissed his full lips passionately, wanting to savor every moment.

“I love you, N’Jadaka,” you hummed.

“I love you more, cakes,” Erik said, kissing from your cheek to your neck. You heard a knock and the door cracked open to reveal Shuri smiling giddly.

“Good, she said yes! I was beginning to think you had chickened out,” Shuri noted, clapping her hands.

“Nigga, you couldn’t have waited like I told you to? I’m tryna have a moment here, damn,” Erik berated.

“Aye, be glad I kept your secret til now; you were taking too long! I almost told her!” Shuri yelled in her defense. You laughed as you kissed your fiance’s cheek; taking in the banter of your soon to be family.

Best Thanksgiving ever.

[thebaddie96-blog]

Once In A Life Time

~ Chapter 4~

 “Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Fuck.” I jumped out of bed rolling over So-Eun and rush down the stairs. I can't believe I slept through my alarm; and on a day like this.

“ Woah! Jesus  Min-ho, why are you laying in front of the stairs?”  

“Mmmmm” he wines shooing me away. Ugh I don’t have time for this. Bussing it to the bathroom I wasted no time in discarding my clothes and stepping under the scalding hot water. “Finally” I release a deep breath. 

I knew going out with So-eun and Min-ho to “Network” was a bad idea as soon as we got into the first club. They just know how to get to me; or I guess I should say they know what's best for me. I knew they could see me over thinking about my meeting with Jay Park, I mean I’m sure anyone could; so when they kept bugging me about the club, lets just say they didn't need to twist my arm too much to get me out. But today is my very important meeting with AOMG and I just can’t be late, I despise being late. 

I’m definitely scared shitless, I’m not sure what deal Jay is going to offer me; I’m not even 100% sure if I'm gonna take it. It's just… the weight of everything finally sinking in. I just got to South Korea 5 Days ago. I'm supposed to be here to work with a completely different artist and... I can't help but think I'm in over my head and I should slow the breaks a bit. Taking another deep breath I stretch my arms in front of the marble wall letting the water soothe my aching muscles. ‘You got this B. You’ve got no reason to panic or over think. You wouldn't be in this position if you didn’t deserve it.

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“안녕하세요, I have a meeting with Jay Park I mean Mr. Park J-”

“Bianca Queen?”  

“Hi, uh, yes, yes uh that's me.”  

Jesus B relax.

“Great, he’s expecting you. You can take the elevator to the 6th floor, his office is the last one all the way down. You can’t miss it.”  

“Ok Thank you!”

Here we go. I walk up to the elevator pressing the up button. At the same time the doors come flying open and none other than Loco comes stepping out. I’m not gonna lie out of everyone who is signed to AOMG Loco is my all time favorite; I could just see us being the closest. 

He stops in the doorway of the elevator staring at me. I smile watching his brows raise in confusion and curiosity.

“Excuse me.”

I don’t think he heard me because he didn’t move till the elevator doors started to push closed, slightly squashing him in between. He steps back inside the elevator letting me walk in. As soon as I’m inside he maneuvers exiting through the doors all the while not taking his eyes off me. I smile again, press 6 on the keypad and shoot him a slight wave before the doors close; he quickly shoots me one back. Yeah I can see us being great friends.

The walk to Jay’s office felt like an eternity, my legs just felt so heavy. When I finally made it down the hall I came face to face with yet another secretary.

“Hi, I'm here to see Jay Park.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” I stood there stunned. “Bianca Queen? The Bianca Queen in the flesh. I love your work when Jay first told me he was scouting you for AOMG I was like ‘umm hell yeah! You should; she is like amazing’ I’m Z by the way short for Zen’na.” Z is a cute Korean tattooed babe, her long blue hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She had a tattoo of a star on her left cheek bone. She has a unique personality. I sense nothing but positive vibes and energy from her, it's refreshing. Plus she’s a fan of my work.

“Nice to meet you Z. Thank you so much for enjoying my work. I never thought they would find their way to South Korea, but I really appreciate your support. We should grab a drink sometime. If your free”

“My shift ends at 6.”

“6 sounds great. Do you have a pen?”She pulls a red pen from her hair slamming it down in front of a mini notepad on her desk. I take the pen jotting down my number. “Shoot me a call when you're off.”

She takes the pad back, staring at the paper in awe.

“I thought you might be held up out here.” And there he is, the man I'm here to see, Jay Park. He stood in some loose jeans, a graphic-T and Jordans he was even rocking a Jordan snapback. lol can you say Seattle Nigga, the culture has definitely shown influence on his style. It works for him though; it's natural, not forced. “Z's always watching your videos when she should be working.”

“Ok you ain't really gotta be embarrassing me like that.”

“Yeah Alright. Did you check the messages like I asked you to.”

“Yes I checked the messages like you asked me to. I emailed them to your computer.”

“Thanks Z.  Bianca Come on in.”

“Bye Z. Give me a call.”

“Have a seat Bianca.”

His office was a soft green and black. Huge floor to ceiling windows that look out over Seoul. I dodge the chair he gestured to and stepped a little closer, gazing out the window. 

Beautiful.

“ You like the view?” Jay asked walking next to me.

“It’s amazing. Why the 6th floor, why not the top? I mean for a CEO.”

“Come on, you don’t know. I would think a fellow Tauren would know the answer to a question like that.”

“You checked up on me?”

“First rule of business. Always know who you're getting into bed with. Metaphorically speaking of course.”  He shoots me a smug smile walking to his desk. “Not that you're not a beautiful woman cause.” he paused, looking me up and down with a hint of lust. “ I brought you here for your talent. Come over here, have a seat.” 

Heh, he’s way more charming in person. Ok B, eyes up chin up.

When I finally take my seat he’s just looking at me, then to a file on his desk then back at me.

“Bianca I’m gonna be up front with you, I want to sign you to AOMG. How does a 3 year Contract sound?”

“What?”

“You would be the first Choreographer/Artist Director to be signed to our company and after doing all my research I just know you would be a great fit for AOMG. Not to mention the Artist we low-key already got lined up who really wanna work with you.”

Signed to a record label, this record label.This all feels so surreal. I mean all of it. Being in Korea, being at AOMG, Being in Jay Parks office. 

“You're hesitant. I can see it in your face. Why?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m truly honored Jay, I would want nothing more than to work with AOMG I- I just, have a life a company back home as well I-”

“I don’t want you to leave your company or your life. If anything, think of it as an enhancement for both. We would definitely need you stationed here for the first year but after that  you can free flow.” Silence. I couldn’t speak “ Ok how about this? You're in Seoul for the next 6 months working with Hwasa correct. Let's do a trial contact; we have our 8 year anniversary in August, and I would like to hire you to do the show’s Artistic direction. After the show we can check in and if you're done with Seoul, that's that; at least you know.”

He even knows I’m working with Hwasa, he really did his research. Just then my mothers voice popped into my head. “Live your life for you Bianca. And live it to the fullest.” 

“Deal.”

“Yes! Alright cool dope. I’ll have Z send over a contract by the end of the day.”

“That quick?”

“I was hoping you’d say yes.”

“You knew I’d be hesitant?”

“No, I just knew you’d say yes.”

“Yeah sure. I’ll be looking out for the contract.” Getting up Jay walks me to his front door placing his hand on the handle.

“Oh there’s a black tie event on Saturday. I want you to come out and get a feel for the scene. I’m also gonna announce our collaboration.”  

Tomorrow?

“Black tie?”

“I’ll send something over.” he reaches out his hand towards me and I shake it with excitement.

“Ok.” he steps back, opening the door, sending Loco, Ugly Duck and Won Jae falling into the room collapsing on the floor.

“Nice guys. Bianca-”

““B, you can call me B.”  

“Alright B, I'll see you Saturday. I’ll be in touch” 

“I look forward to it.” I step over their legs walking out the door. “See ya later Z.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sitting in Hangang Park with a beer, I stare out over the lake taking in the calm.

‘It all starts here.’ I think. 

The next chapter of my life. 

Let's live it to the fullest B. 

[plugloveff]

Chapter 1

Chanel:

The sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand woke me from my sleep. Groaning I lifted my head feeling for my phone, squinting at the bright light I barely read the name before I answered. 

“Hello” I said my voice still laced with sleep. 

“Good morning beautiful, did I wake you?” the sound of Meek’s voice made my eyes shoot open.  

Me and Meek have been talking every day since we met two weeks ago. He called me every morning and every night; we had created our own routine. And when we weren’t on the phone, we were texting. 

“Yeah” she said. 

“I’m sorry ma, I was just thinking about you” 

“Oh really? What you thinking about” I asked, flinging the cover’s off my body and walking into the bathroom.

“I wanna see you” he said.

“So, come and see me” I asked picking up my toothbrush. 

“Send me your address; and what you wanna eat" he said. 

“Wait, you’re serious?” I asked.

“I don’t play games ma. I’ll let you know when I’m downstairs” he said disconnecting the call. 

Looking down in shock I shook my head. I sent him a quick message and my food order. Then got ready. 

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body. Walking back into my bedroom I got my raw shea butter lotion and lathered it all over my body. I just slipped into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts, when his name flashed on my screen. 

“You here?” 

“Yeah, I’m in the front” he said.

“Let valet park your car, tell them you’re coming to visit me. I’m on the penthouse the code is 1109” 

“Bet” he said ending the call.

Five minutes later, I heard the ding of the elevator. Along with Meek’s voice yelling for me. 

“Coming” I yelled back. Putting on some clear lip gloss I checked my reflection. Stepping out of my room I followed the noise all the way to the kitchen. Meek was taking the food from the takeout containers and putting them on to place. Leaning against the wall I watched him as he moved around my kitchen like he owned it. I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face, seeing him like this; he looked so domestic. 

I guess he sensed my presence, he looked up at me flashing a million-dollar smile. “Good morning beautiful” he said. 

“Morning” I replied walking over to the counter, and taking a piece of bacon off the plate and taking a bite. 

Meek watched me closely, licking his lips. “I can’t get no love?” he asked

“Oh, you wanna high five?” I asked smirking. 

“You think you funny?” Meek asked taking my hand and sitting me on top of the counter. Stepping between my legs, he put his hands on either side of me trapping me. His eyes bore into mine, my heart raced and I bit my lip; groaning he crashed his lips against mine. His tongue slid into my mouth; the kiss was aggressive. Wrapping my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me to closer to the edge of the counter. I could feel his growing bulge pressing against my sex and my clit throbbed in response. 

Reaching my hands under his shirt I felt the hardness of his abs and moaned against his mouth. My hands traveled lower but when I reached his waistband, he grabbed my hands and pulled away from me. 

My breathing was rapid my skin hot. My lips plump from our kiss, I wanted Meek and I wanted him bad.   

Meek’s eyes bore into mine I could see the heat in them he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He bit his lip never breaking contact and I shifted under his gaze.  “Come on ma, let’s eat” he said. 

Letting out a sigh I hopped off the counter and picked up my plate and headed for the living room with Meek close behind me. Plopping down on the couch I turned on the TV flipping through my Netflix I settled on watching Vampire Diaries for the 1000 time. 

“What the fuck you got me watching?” Meek asked taking a bite of his waffle. 

“Vampire Diaries, you’ve never watched it?” I asked looking at him in disbelief 

“Hell, no I don’t watch this shit” 

“Well, you gone watch it with me” I said starting from episode one. 

Looking over at me he shook his head, and I saw the hint of a smirk on his lips. “I guess the queen has spoken.” Smiling I turned my attention back to my food and my favorite show. 

We got all the way to episode 19 when Meek’s phone rang. Lifting my head off his shoulder I tried to pull away from him but when he noticed he grabbed my waist keeping my body close to his. 

“Yo” he barked into the phone.

I felt his body tense next to me. Whatever was happening on the other end of his phones wasn’t good. 

“Y'all can’t handle that shit?” he barked into the phone. “Ight, my nigga I’m coming” he said before hanging up the phone. Running a hand down his face he let out a sigh. 

“You’re leaving” I said. 

“Yeah, I got to handle some business” Meek said looking down at me. 

“And what exactly is business?” I asked. I wasn’t stupid enough to think Meek was a 9-5 guy, it was obvious by the way he carried himself. The diamonds around his neck alone were more than what some men made in a lifetime. Plus, the .38 he kept tucked in his waistband wasn’t a normal accessory. 

“I don’t really get into details, but I’m just your average hustler” he said rubbing his hand along his waves.

“Ok.” 

“Is that ok with you?” Meek asked searching my face.

Climbing on top of his lap, I wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him gently. Pulling away I smiled at him “does that answer your question?”  

“Do that again, I’m not sure” Meek asked. Smiling I gave him another kiss “be careful” I said. 

“I always am” he said pressing his forehead against mine; he caressed my cheek with his thumb. Closing my eyes, I leaned into his touch and let out a deep breathe. His touch made me feel safe, and calm. I didn’t want it to end. 

“I gotta go” he said letting out a sigh.

“I know” I said. 

Pulling away he kissed my forehead and I rose from his lap. He stood up and walked over to the elevator.  “I’ll be back tonight, so we can keep watching that corny ass show. So, wait up for me.” he said with a smirk on his face. 

“Just admit you like it” I said.

“Nah, ma I like spending time with you” Meek said, flashing me a smile that made her weak in the knee’s. 

“I’ll see you later, be careful” I said. 

Winking he stepped back and let the elevator door’s close. 

Letting out a sigh I fell back on the couch and hit play on the TV, but my mind couldn’t concentrate on the show. Meek was on my mind heavy. 

                                                __________________

Glancing at my phone I sighed, it was almost three am and I hadn’t heard from Meek. I was worried about him and I was fighting sleep to stay awake but I was exhausted. Yawning I stood from the couch, stretching my tense muscles, walking to the fridge I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge along with some chips and walked back to the couch. Turning the volume on the TV up to prevent me from drifting off to sleep. 

Meek:

It was 4 am when I got back to Chanel’s penthouse. Dropping my keys on the counter I let out a sigh, I was exhausted.

I could hear the TV was still on, walking into the living room I saw Chanel was fast asleep on the couch. She was in the same spot he had left her in hours before. Looking down at her I brushed her curly hair out of her face, turning off the TV I scooped her into my arms and carried her into her room.

Pulling the sheet back with one hand I gently placed her on the mattress and tucked the sheet under her chin. Kissing her forehead, I smiled at her before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. Dropping the duffle bag from around my shoulder I turned on the shower and pulled the hoodie from over my head. I stared at the red stain on my t-shirt, and arms.

I was staring back at the reflection of a cold-blooded killer. I was ruthless, I was known for shooting first and asking questions later. And tonight, I had the blood of three on my hands.

Removing the rest of my clothes I stuffed it into a zip-lock bag and got into the shower. Resting my hands against the wall I let the hot water run down my body. I watched as the water went from red, to pink and eventually clear. Washing away the murder like it never happened.  

I let the water run down my body until all the tension was gone, then washed my body off.  

Stepping out the shower I threw on a pair of boxers and basketball shorts. Walking back into the bedroom I dropped my duffel bag in the closet and slid into bed next to Chanel. Snaking my arm around her waist I pulled her closer to me and nestled my head in her neck, planting a kiss on her shoulder I instantly felt calm.  After everything I’d done tonight, I knew I didn’t deserve this sense of peace but damn was I grateful for it.

Chanel stirred in her sleep. “Hey, your back” she whispered.

“Yeah, sorry I took so long. But go back to sleep” I said.

Chanel leaned closer into my chest, interlocking her fingers with mine she brought them to her lips and we both fell asleep.  

__________

Rolling over my eyes shot open when I felt the empty spot next to me. Stretching my stiff muscles, I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Pulling a blunt from my bag I tucked it behind my ear and followed the sounds of Jhené Aiko coming from the kitchen.

Chanel’s back was facing me so she didn’t notice me standing there watching her. The white tank top she wore was cut low on the sides so I could see a peak of her D cup breast, and her ass spilled out the bottom of her boy shorts. Her hips swayed along to the soft melody coming from the speaker. My dick jumped as I enjoyed the show, Chanel was a beauty and her body was just as exquisite.

Chanel turned around and jumped when she saw me standing there. “Meek you scared me” she said resting her hand against her chest.

“Sorry baby girl” I said walking up to her and planting a kiss on her shoulder blade.

“You want something to eat?” she asked putting bacon on a plate.

“You on the menu?” I asked trailing kisses up her neck and sucking lightly and pressing my erection against her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips and I smiled into her neck. “You busy tonight” I asked.  

“No"

“You are now, I got some business to handle at the club and I want you to come with me. Bring Aria and Steph with you"

“Ok"  

“Good, now hurry up and feed your man” I said pulling away from her and slapping her ass.

“My man?”  Chanel asked looking over her shoulder at me.

“Yeah, you mine ma.” I said taking the blunt from behind my ear and lighting it.

“Oh, that’s how you ask?” Chanel asked resting a hand on her hip.

Smirking I blew the smoke out my mouth. “You already know what this is ma” Grabbing a handful of her ass I looked down at her “This is mine” I said.

“Umm, I don’t know I still don’t hear a question there” she said.

“Chanel you gonna be my girl?” I asked looking down at her.

“Ummm, let me think about it” Chanel said

“Don’t play with me” I said making Chanel laugh.

“Yes, Meek I will” Chanel said kissing me.

“Better, because I wasn’t taking no for an answer” I said blowing smoke out my mouth.

Chanel made us both a plate and we walked sat on the couch watching Vampire Diaries.

“This damn show again” I said taking a hit of my blunt.

“You know you like it. You be talking about how Damon a real nigga” Chanel said.

“Because Damon is a real nigga, Stefon mad soft” I said.

“Leave him alone I love him he’s so sweet” Chanel said.

“Corny - ass nigga” I said, taking another hit.

We spent the entire afternoon, curled up on the couch watching Vampire Diaries. It was the softest shit I’d ever done in my life but I loved every minute of it because I spent it with her.

_________

“Baby girl, let’s go” I screamed leaning against the elevator door and scrolling through my phone. I had business to handle and Money waited for no one.  

“I’m coming” she yelled from her room.

Sending Wayne, a quick message to let him know we’d be on our way.

“You so impatient” Chanel said coming out her room.

Looking up from my phone I froze. Chanel wore denim distressed shorts and a blue corset, a pair of blue Tom Ford heels on her feet. Her hair was straightened to perfection and her makeup was light. A diamond Cuban link necklace was around her neck and a diamond Patek on her wrist.

“Damn, I don’t think I want you coming out looking like that.”  I said looking her up and down.

Smirking Chanel flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Boy come one you’ve been rushing me for the past hour” she said picking up her bag off the counter and stepping onto the elevator following behind her.

Backing her into the elevator doors I crashed my lips against hers as the doors closed. My hands gripped her ass pushing my need into her. If I didn’t have business to handle, I would’ve carried her back upstairs and buried myself deep inside her. She moaned against my lips and it took everything in me not to fuck her right here.

The ding of the elevator caused me to pull away from her. Biting my lip, I looked her up and down with lust filled eyes, taking her hand I lead her out of the elevator to my Maserati.

Opening the door, I watched as she slid into the passenger’s seat before I got behind the wheel.  

“You messed up my lip-gloss” Chanel said digging into her purse so she could reapply it.

“You lucky I ain’t tear those clothes off of you” I said licking my lips and pulling out the driveway.

Twenty minutes later we were in front of the club. Taking Chanel’s hand, I lead her through the club and dapping a few people on our way to our section. All eyes were on us, I was used to the attention but with Chanel next to me it was on a whole new level.

When we finally made it to our section, the crew was already there and the bottles were flowing.

“Took your ass long enough nigga” Wayne said dapping me and giving Chanel a hug.

“I was waiting on her ass” I said pointing at Chanel.

“Oh yeah, Chanel takes forever to get dressed” Steph said.

“But she looks bomb as fuck” Aria yelled from across the couch.

“Thank you” Chanel said, grabbing a bottle from the bucket.

“I can’t disagree with that” I said looking her up and down.

Chanel smirked, and tilted the bottle to her head.

“Aye yo Rick? Watch them for us we headed downstairs” Wayne yelled to a security guard posted up. He nodded his head in approval.

“I’ll be right back ma. Enjoy yourself but don’t do nothing too crazy” Meek whispered in Chanel’s ear.

“I can’t promise you that” she replied.

Clenching my jaw, I looked down at her. “Chanel, don’t play with me” I said.

Winking at me she took another swig of the bottle. Shaking my head, I followed Wayne and Dre downstairs.

.

Aria:

Tilting the bottle Moët to my lips I swallowed the last of it.  “Dre said to meet them out front” I said stuffing my phone into my purse.

Following behind Stephanie, I felt a pair of eyes on us when I looked around, I found a group of girls giving us dirty looks. What the fuck are they looking at I thought.

Walking pass them I caught the end of their conversation. “Yeah, those the hoe’s they came in with” one of them said.

“You got something you wanna say to me?” I asked stopping in front of them.

“Bitch don’t nobody care about you and your hoe ass friends” the girl said.

“Bitch I will beat your ass, don’t play with me” Steph said.

“Let’s go these bitches not even worth it” Chanel said rolling her eyes.

“That’s not what Meek was saying when he was in between my legs” one of them said.

Chanel looked the girl up and down and laughed. “Sweetie, that nigga don’t want you.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that bitch” she said.

Looking up at Steph, our eyes locked, we were both ready in case anything popped off.  

“We got a problem here?” Meek asked coming up behind us.

“Hey Meek, I missed you” the girl said walking up to him.

“Jennifer get the fuck out of here, I ain’t seen your ass in weeks” he barked.

“So, you get with this bitch and now you don’t know me no more"

“You got one more time to call me a bitch before I fuck your ass up” Chanel said.

“I’m not even worried I know you gone be back when you get tired of this boring ass bi-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Chanel was on her ass throwing blow after blow to the girl’s head. When her friends tried to run up on Chanel me and Steph had her follow up. We were in a full out brawl.

Chanel had Jennifer’s braids wrapped around her fist giving her better access to her face. Jennifer couldn’t get one hit on Chanel because she was a beast. We all were, all those fights we got into in middle school and high school along with those boxing lessons our parents signed us up for definitely paid off.

We didn’t fight often anymore but it was like riding a bike. When we got back on it, we never lost a fight.  Stephanie was dragging Jennifer’s friend around the club like she was taking her on a tour and I had her other friend’s face under my 6-inch heels. Like I was squishing a bug.

It wasn’t until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me that I stopped. Meek was still trying to pull Chanel off of her but her grip on her braids was so tight that when he tried to pull her away, she ripped Jennifer’s braids straight from her scalp. She screamed in pain.

“Baby girl that’s enough” Meek said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

The guys didn’t put them back down until they were outside.

Stepping outside the club the guys put the girls back on their feet. Me and Stephanie had calmed down some by the time we were outside. Chanel on the other hand was still fighting Meek to let her back into the club to finish the girl off.

"Let me back at her. I will kill that bitch” Chanel screamed trying to walk back into the club. Meek grabbed her waist pulling her back. “Chill out ma"

"Nah get the fuck off of me. You were fucking that bitch” Chanel said turning back to him her eyes blared red. She charged at him next but Meek grabbed her around her waist and held her close to him as she fought him.

“Let me get her out of here. I’m out” Meek said dapping them with his free hand and holding her still with his other. Before walking to his car.

“Come on, let me take your crazy ass home too” Dre said to me.

“If I see that bitch again, I’m fucking her up” I said.

“Yo y'all crazy as fuck” Wayne said laughing.

“Remember that shit before one of your bitches ever step to me” Steph said.

“You don’t have nothing to worry about sexy” Wayne said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Ight, we out” Dre said dapping Wayne and giving Steph a side hug.

“Later y'all” I said following Dre to his car.

Dre opened the passenger side door, and I slid into the buttery leather of his Ferrari. Leaning my head against the window I let out a sigh, I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion.

Sliding in behind the wheel Dre looked over at me “We heading to my crib or yours?” he asked.

“You have business to handle tonight?” I asked.

“Nah I’m all yours tonight” Dre said.

“Then your place it is” I said. Dre nodded his head and pulled away from the parking spot.

[malethirsty]

Hack: Offset

Summary: You’ve all heard about the infamous Offset ‘Hack’, now find out what caused this scandalous moment!

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap)

Working as a lucrative dancer in Atlanta, in the first ever inter gender stripping troop was no easy task. Many think that it would be easy to get up on stage & shake your ass for a living, but no, not only is rhythm a big part but you also had to contend with sleazes wanting to grab you all over, slut shamers decrying the work you were doing to earn your keep & homophobes blasting you for turning other straight men, when they didn’t recognize they were on the DL in the first place, so NO being a sex worker is not easy, it has a lot of pressure.

So when the club where you worked was booked out for Migos’s Culture Album release party, people were scrambling on all sides. Entertaining a celebrity party meant everything had to be perfect, including routines so your choreographer was working you to the bone. “What do you think they are gonna think?” Your friend Alkira asked you “Hopefully they enjoy the show, cause we’re all sweating fucking buckets trying to get it together.” “Yeah, you think Offset will bring Cardi?” You shrugged “He might, but for the sake of anyone going near her man, I hope not, we don’t need a mess her bodyguards could make.” Alkira snorted laughing “Maybe she’ll put this place on the map, maybe I’ll get a break at last!” “If she knew what’s good for her dancer team, she should. You’re one of the most dedicated here” Alkira beamed at this & walked off to get lunch. You overlooked the club, whilst it was swank, it was also tucked away in the Atlanta scene, with a fair netting of profit. Something as big as Migos having their party meant clout chasers wanting to be where Migos had traded, which would lead to a sizable profit increase. No one including yourself could afford to fuck it up.

At long last, album release party day arrived. The club full of activity as people mingled together, whereas you & the other dancers continued to rehearse your material. You heard the crowd yell from the other end & you shared a knowing look with the others: Migos had arrived. “Everyone: 5 minute warning for the stage!” Your floor manager stated, your group began to fill out & take their places on stage “Ladies & Gentleman, here to perform a Migos styled routine GENERATION THIRSTY!”

The number went so smoothly to the delight of the crowd as you all began with Motorsport which got the crowd into the set as expected, as you all squatted to twerk & turned your head to the adoring crowd, you caught a glimpse of Migos & their VIPs (Cardi among them), they were having a wade of a time watching you all perform, which only increased the performance adrenaline. As Offset’s verse began, you took front stage showing your arsenal, which really got the crowd excited, with wolf whistles sounding from nearly every part of the bar. As you began Hoop Rolling, you moved sensually to the beat, as per usual, sparing a glance out into the crowd as you went round & round. Eventually you caught sight of something that would shake the entire night up: Offset’s eyes were locked on you & he was palming his cock, the famous rapper whom was hitched to Cardi, was getting hard because of you. Like with most things that could distract a dancer, you had to pull it together and finish your part. As your verse finished & Alkira strutted up to perform her part to Cardi’s verse, you heard the crowd pop for her, which made you smile, despite what you had seen.

As the mashup turned to Quavo’s WORKIN ME & Takeoff’s Last Memory, it gave you time to regroup as you controlled yourself properly for another solo. As the last beats of Takeoff’s part began, you strutted back up to general applause to begin a brief routine to Offset’s verse on Taste. As the verse progressed you began to gyrate as the line ‘Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley’ sounded through the bar, you spared a quick glance to Offset, locking eyes with him. He nodded right at you as if to say ‘Yeah you’re gonna ride this dick’. You knew you weren’t supposed to be openly flirting with him in front of his wife, but something about him was so damn sexy that you couldn’t help it, eventually the verse transitioned to Bad & Boujee’ which got everyone up on their feet. As you performed to even more raunchier Offset lyrics, you glanced up again, him locking eyes with you again as he licked his lips, he was outright flirting with you, though why, you didn’t know. You didn’t realize you had been sweating until your verse ended & you thankfully moved to the back of the group.

After what seemed like an eternity, the number concluded to roarcus applause & many tips being thrown at you & the others. It was accustomed that the strippers would wait the tables as well, so when Alkira had been pulled to the side by a very enthusiastic Cardi, Migos lost their server & you finally took your chance. You crossed over expecting to see the full band but only Offset was sat down. “Anything I can get your sir?” He looked up “Food was being brought to the table when the other girl took our orders, but I’d like you to sit your ass up here, so we can talk.” He didn’t seem like the type of asshole you tried to pull a ‘Babe let’s go to the bathroom so I can get my dick sucked’ kind of man, so you rather nervously sat down.

“So how come you’re on your own?” You started, breaking the ice. “Quavo’s off dancing with his girl, Takeoff’s answering questions about the music from patrons & Cardi pulled the other girl away. It’s just us.” You listened to Offset fixed on him “Man, you still here?” He asked, waving his hand in your face “Oh, got carried away, sorry Mr. Offset” he laughed, grinning at you “My names Kiari” “Like the wrestler right?” “No that’s Kairi but close though!” Now you both were laughing.

Over the course of half an hour, the two of you delved into conversation about your lives, with you divulging a lot about your arrival on the Atlanta scene. “So Y/N” Kiari said “When did it become your interest to make married men question their marriages?” You faulted, your first interactions with Offset that evening were the topic of conversation “Um” you started but Kiari raised his finger to your lips “Shhh baby, I don’t need much of an explanation. You moved to my verses like that cause you want my dick, you saw during Motorsport that I was hard, how I gripped myself to show you daddy’s packing, I was vibing wit you babe. And then when I licked my lips at you, I was thinking how you’d taste better than my wife” Kiari leaned in, before you knew it & kissed you. His tongue slipped in and you lost all composure, his tongue swept around, you lost in it as you gave a quick moan. Kiari pulled away grinning “You taste great, I want more, I want you to fall apart on my dick, to be my private slut. Let’s get out of here, go to my private room.” It didn’t occur to you to disobey, you followed him to his limo.

As you arrived at his hotel room & went up to it, the tension between the two of you was white hot. One floor had been booked out, with a sign on one of the doors saying ‘Offset’ he keyed in & pulled you into the room. Slamming against the door, you kissed again, his big lips soft & beautiful on yours “Fuck baby! You’re gonna make me cum from a kiss!” You smirked “Then I should make you cum in my mouth first.” You sank down as he unshackled his pants & groaned as you sucked his cock “Oh yeah, that’s it, God damn! Deep throat my big black dick. Collect all that precum, taste it.” You swiped your tongue up his head, causing him to outwardly moan “Fuck, you’re head game’s incredible. I should pay you weekly to worship me!” You slid off to his confusion which turned to groans as you began to suck his balls “HOLY SHIT! Cardi never do this shit for me. It’s fucking amazing, keep going Y/N, Imma be so hard when I fuck you.”

As you continued you ran your hands over his nipples. “Oh fuck man, you wanna worship my whole body! Fuck.” All thought of his wife were out the window, this beautiful man was offering himself to you, and you were intending to take it all. “Keep sucking my dick baby boy! Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He shot his load down your throat, shot after shot you gulped down, the taste salty and sweet like chocolate. As you pulled yourself free, you looked up at him “Kiari, is it offensive to say you taste like chocolate?” He laughed, picking you up & kissing you again “Nah, not when you sucked the soul outta my dick! You’re a fucking star!” You grinned as he lead you to his bedroom.

He threw you onto the bed, soft as any bed you’d ever slept on, him falling on top of you, entrapping you in another kiss “Fuck, you made me hard again. You gon kill me man!” Kiari moaned as you looked down & saw once again, his cock was hard. “Fuck me Kiari, make me yours” you groaned out, Kiari taking the chance to tease you with his cock “Beg for it, you’re a fucking slut, tell me how much you love this supreme nigga dick!” You lent up “I don’t love it Kiari, I. WORSHIP. IT. I worship how good it was in my mouth, I worship how heavy it is, I worship all the precum it gave me & I worship the loads it shoots. So make me worship it again Kiari, give me your big black nigga dick!” This pushed Kiari over the edge, he lined up & thrust his cock into your ass causing you to arch up to him “OH FUCK YES KIARI, FUCK ME!” Kiari did so, you holding onto his braids as he fucked you hard, harder than any ho he’d had before “Oh fuck Y/N, your hole tight! Make my dick feel good.” You threw your head back meeting Kiari as he continued his hard rough pace.

You were in utter heaven being taken apart by Kiari’s dick. “Fuck, do dem stripper moves from earlier babe, when you threw your ass back like you riding my cock.” You grinned & began your routine, this time the backing track was replaced with groans from the both of you as his dick continued to fuck you. “You a bad bitch, bad bitches love daddy’s cock” “Yes they do daddy” Kiari groaned “Call me daddy again.” “Yes daddy, I love your big fat cock sir. How amazing it is, how it’s gonna make me bust soon! Fuck Daddy! Keep fucking me!” Kiari lost all composure slamming you to the bed & wrapping his hand round your neck he pounded harder than ever before.

“Yeah, you daddy’s bitch now. And daddy’s good bitch will take daddy’s cock like their life depends on it” he squeezes making you clench around his cock “Fuck yeah!” You reached your hand up to his neck, sliding your hands over his neck tattoo “Fuck, I’m close to cumming, but your your ass, my pull out games out the window! I’m clean, you?” You removed his hand from your neck as you leant up “Clean, on PREP, all of it Kiari.” He grinned “Good, cause daddy’s gonna bust all up in there!” Kiari continued for a few more moments before “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! OH FUCK YEAH!” His eyes & head rolled back as he came deep. You also moaned, shooting all over Kiari. Him falling onto you, hitting the bed.

“Fuck Kiari, you’re fucking amazing!” You got out, he grinned, mopping up your shot load from his chest, tasting it himself “Y/N, you taste so good. Imma have to tweet about this.” You barely paid much worry as he got his phone out & began to tweet “What if she sees?” You asked “Let her, I’ll say I was hacked or something & she’ll buy it, she feeble like that.” You laughed “Well now I need a shower to get rid of all that sweat.” Kiari pulled you up “I’ll show you it, it’s probably different than yours, I’ll show you all my colognes as well, make you fancy. Also I’ll show you how good it is to fuck ass in the shower.” You looked shocked at him “You are insatiable!” Kiari shoved you to the wall & kissed you again “Fuck yeah I am.”

Sure enough, as you awoke the next morning, the news of Offset’s ‘Hacking’ was indeed worldwide, Cardi buying right into it. As Kiari left Cardi’s room, he returned into his apartment with you. “I’m gonna have to sneak you out so she doesn’t see.” You had already spruced yourself up so you looked nice so you began to leave before Kiari called you back “I don’t want to live without your tight pussy. I want you to tour with us, be my personal dancer on stage & then after the show, I dick you down like you deserve Y/N. Here” he took your phone & gave you his number “This my private phone, text me if you interested, but after last night, I think you’re more than that.” You grinned leaning up for a last kiss for now “Show me out like a gentleman Kiari.” “Yes Y/N sir” he grinned as you both made your exit.

[morrisondauthor]

“Hookup”

           I rarely used Grindr because it was full of fake profiles and paranoid DL men, but I was in a mood that night. I was swiping through profiles when a guy messaged me his phone number. I checked out his profile but the only pic he had up was a pixelated pic of what looked like a pair of shoes. I sent him a message back saying I wasn’t interested and when he asked why, I told him because he had no pics up. He then sent a message telling me to call him and I wouldn’t regret it. I was going to block him and move on but something told me to give it a try. So, I called him.

           “Wassup,” he said to me after answering the call on the second ring.

           “Are you gonna send me a pic?” I asked immediately.

           He laughed and said, “Why send a pic when you can come see me in public?”

           “Your profile said you’re on the low. How can we meet in public if you’re on the low?”

           “Ain’t nobody really in here right now. The store will be closin’ soon.”

           “Store? What store?”

           “Target. I’m in the snack shop part of the store. If you wanna meet up then get yo fine ass down here. Your pics look sexy as fuck, bruh.”

           Flattered, I laughed a little and asked, “You’re at the Target in Fairmount Plaza?”

           “Yep. I’m sittin’ at a table with my dick on brick thinkin’ about what yo head game must be like. Them lips look like they can do some damage. I ain’t never been sucked up by a dude before.”

           “You haven’t?”

           “Nah, but I heard y’all know what to do. I need my dick slurped on and gagged on for real. I ain’t nutted in over a week.”

           “Alright, let me throw on some clothes and I’ll come meet you. If you’re on any kind of bullshit, I swear I will put you on blast in public.”

           He laughed again and said, “Bruh, I ain’t on that bullshit. You’ll see.”

           “I’ll be there shortly.”

           “Bet.”

           I ended the call and tried not to get excited or get my hopes up. I really needed some dick that night and I admit I was a little turned on by the fact that he’d never been with another guy before. True curious men were like unicorns and it was always amazing seeing their reactions to some of the things I’d do to them. Before leaving to go meet up with my Grindr hookup, I told myself that if it didn’t work out then I could still jackoff while one of my anal toys was up in my ass.

                                                  Me (Marc)

           When I arrived at Target, I was a little anxious. I’d met guys in public before but something about this time felt different and I didn’t know why. I made my way to the snack shop in the store and saw two guys in there; one was at the counter talking to a cashier and the other was sitting at the table. He was sitting on top of the bench by himself so I knew it was him. He was a little too skinny for my taste but he was sexy. He did look a little rough though, like he could have been in a gang or something. Still, he was sexy.

           “Wassup,” I said as I approached him. “I’m Marc.”

           He gave me a look and then licked his lips before saying, “Wassup, bruh. My name’s Dre.”

                                                      Dre

           I looked at him for a little while without saying anything and then asked, “Are you really into this?”

           “Yeah, bruh. You good or nah? Because I need to tell my boys not to come pick me up from here.”

           “You didn’t drive here?”

           “I don’t have a car.”

           “Oh.” I thought about it for a second and then told him, “You’re good. Come on, man.”

           He hopped down from the bench and texted his friends while following me out of the store. We got into my car but I wasn’t going to take him back to my place without knowing a few things about him first. Noticing that I wasn’t starting the car, he looked at me and asked, “Why you ain’t start the car yet?”

           “Because I need to know some things about you first. What’s your status?”

           “My what?”

           “Your health status? You clean or do you have something? Because I need to know if I gotta stop by another store and pick up some condoms.”

           “I’m clean but if you don’t trust it then you can stop by a store and I can buy some rubbers. I need to get somethin’ to drink anyway.”

           “Can I see your dick before we leave this parking lot?”

           He smiled and shrugged his shoulders before reaching into his pants and underwear and pulling his semi-hard dick out. It was thick and long as fuck. I reached over to grab it and he quickly put it away and said, “Nah, you don’t get to touch until we’re at your place. Shit, you can touch it and slob on it and ride it all you want at your place.”

           I was satisfied enough to start my car up and drive out of the Target parking lot. I stopped at a convenience store near my apartment so that he could buy the condoms and something to drink for himself. When he got back in the car, he put his hand in his pants and played with his dick. It took a lot of self-restraint for me not to pull over on the side of the road and suck his dick right there in my car. We made it to my apartment complex and I wasted no time getting him up to my apartment.

           “I gotta warn you, I’m a freak,” I said to him while closing and locking my door. I turned around to see he had a gun aimed at my head. Fear immediately took over me as I asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”

           “My bad, bruh. This shit ain’t personal.”

           “Man, if you…”

           “I don’t want this shit to go bad, nigga. You need to chill. All I want is whatever money you got on you and any chains or rings you might have up in this apartment.”

           “All I got is forty dollars in my wallet. I got a gold Rolex in my bedroom.”

           “That’s it?”

           “Yes, that’s it?”

           “Give me your wallet. And do it slow. This is a revolver, bruh. This shit don’t jam and it will fuck you up.” Slowly, I pulled my wallet from my pocket and handed it to him. He immediately took out the forty dollars I had inside. He then looked through it and pulled out my debit card and asked, “How much money you got in your account?”

           “Not much.”

           He laughed a little and said, “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He pointed to my sofa with the gun and said, “Have a seat.”

           I sat down and while he was looking through my wallet again, I slowly pulled my phone from my pocket and texted ‘Call 911 2 my place NOW’ to my friend Kelly. When Dre looked back up, I told him, “Here’s my phone, man. Just want you to know I’m not gonna try anything tricky.”

           “See, I knew you’d be easy to do this with. Most faggots do dumb shit or panic and I have to put my hands on them. I mean, I wanted to knock the shit outta you when you made me pull my dick out in the car but I ain’t gonna do you like that. My dick is nice though, right?”

           “Man, I gave you the money in my wallet and you got my debit card. Why are you still here?”

           “Nigga, you drove me here, remember? I’m not gonna steal your ride to get out this bitch so the cops can track me down quick. Besides, we’re gonna need you to use this card at the ATM.”

           “We’re?”

           “Me and my homeboys. I gotta call them and tell them where I’m at so they can come get me and you. Well, we gotta steal your TVs and computer and shit first.” He pulled out his phone and called his friends. “Yo, Breeze, you not gonna believe this shit, nigga. I got another one, bruh. I know, right?” He laughed and continued, “Come to the River West Bank apartments off of Stafford Road. The apartment is in section C and the number is C306. A’ight, nigga. Hurry the fuck up.” He ended the call and looked at me and smiled as he said, “Now, all we gotta do is wait.”

           “So, this is what you and your boys do?” I asked as I relaxed on my sofa. “You trick gay men on dating apps and rob them? That’s fucked up.”

           “The world is fucked up, Marc. And don’t act like you’ve never finessed anybody out of some money.”

           “I haven’t. I work for the shit I got. I work over forty hours a week at a job I fucking hate to make a living. I never had to rob anybody or do some dumb shit that could get me locked up.”

           “Well, I ain’t gonna get locked up because I’m always careful.”

           I looked away from him and said, “Yeah, I bet you are.”

           He sat down on my lounge chair across from me and kept the gun aimed at me. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Why do you use a fuckin’ app anyway?”

           “What do you mean?”

           “It ain’t like you’re a bad lookin’ dude. You fuck with bitches and niggas?”

           “I like men with dicks. Anything outside of that category is a no.”

           He laughed and shook his head before saying, “You faggot ass niggas are a trip, I swear. What makes a man want to put a dick up his ass?”

           “What makes a man do anything he wants to do, Dre?” I rolled my eyes and asked, “How long is it going to take your friends to get here?”

           “They said about an hour.”

           “Are you serious? Man, I got work in the morning. Look, how about me and you disconnect my TV in here and the one in my bedroom and put them by the door? We can also get my watch and other shit you can take.”

           He laughed and asked, “You wanna help me rob you?”

           “Like I said, I got work in the morning. I can always replace TVs and the money in my account.”

           “Okay, but remember, if you try anything then I will shoot the fuck outta you.”

           “Fine, whatever. Come on.”

           I stood up and he stood up, too. He put the gun in his jacket pocket and we went over to my TV. I disconnected it from the cable line in the wall and unplugged it before disconnecting my Blu-ray player and soundbar system. Together, we unmounted the fifty-five-inch LED screen TV from my living room wall. Carefully, we set it down by my door. When we went into my bedroom to get my other TV, I immediately noticed I’d left my ironing board up with my iron sitting on top of it.

           “Damn, the one in here is even bigger,” he said while looking at my TV.

           “Yeah, it’s a sixty-five-inch,” I said.

           His back was to me because he was so fixated on my TV. He took a step towards it and without leaving a single opportunity for error, I picked up my iron and hit him in the back of the head with it as hard as I could, knocking his snapback cap off. He dropped to the floor and when he slowly tried to get back up, I hit him again even harder. I then stomped his head hard. When I saw blood leaking onto my carpet, I knew he was either knocked out or dead. I quickly reached into his pocket and pulled the gun out. I honestly didn’t want to do him like that but I had no other options. Not a second later, I heard police sirens. I looked back at Dre to see he was flinching on the floor.

           “Fuck,” he said while coughing. “Why you do that, man?” He grabbed the back of his head and winced in pain.

           “Shut the fuck up,” I said to him as I left my bedroom. I placed the gun on my living room coffee table and opened the door just as the police were coming up the steps towards my apartment. I put my hands up and told them, “I live here. The motherfucker who tried to rob me is in my bedroom.”

           I let them inside and they placed Dre under arrest and called for paramedics because of his head wounds. I almost forgot that Dre’s friends were on the way but I told the police and they quickly put a sting operation together. Four cops hid in my kitchen while three more stood in my hallway while my front door was wide open for Dre’s friends to walk in. When the five of them entered, they were immediately arrested. I couldn’t believe everything that had happened that night in my apartment. I was mad as fuck about it all but most of my anger was with myself. I shouldn’t have brought Dre back to my place since I didn’t know him. I’d always thought meeting someone out in public was the right thing to do, but I realized it takes even more precaution when dealing with dating apps.

           Weeks later, I learned that Dre and his buddies were responsible for over fifty different situations involving them robbing gay and bi men they met on Grindr and Jack’d. I was their last victim and that was only by me taking dangerous chances to mess up their robbing process. What would have happened had I not hit Dre with that iron? Some of the men he and his friends had robbed were beaten and brutalized by them. One was shot in the chest and nearly died. I was lucky to have survived with no injuries but I did feel bad for all the others. To this day, I’m dealing with harassment from the families of Dre and his criminal friends who allege I lured them into a trap. Who would have known so much bad shit could come from one random hookup?

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

© D.A. Morrison 2019

[thesocialfables]

If anything could drown out the noisy chatter from a group of frightened and frustrated strippers, it was the sounds of Summer Walker. As the new girl at Heaven's Hideaway, Cameo had yet to find her crowd, although this came as no surprise to her. Put a group of women together, give them something to compete for, and it was high school rules all over again. The prettiest and most popular girls were on the top, with their own select group of equally – but never more – pretty girls to cower around them. Everyone else in-between either kept their heads down or on a swivel.

Back in her high school days, Cameo was in the popular crowd. She was pretty enough to be a majorette for the school's band, with just the right amount of tease to land the captain of the football. She also fucked him in the parking lot outside of prom, while his new girlfriend waited for him inside. But that was mostly a Bianca thing.

As the other girls loudly recanted their own versions of tonight events – and argued over the facts. Cameo put in her wireless Air Pods, turned Summer's sounds up to max volume, and moved around the locker room to prepare to go home for the night. Coming from Armory Homes housing complex, Cameo was used to messy females being the ultimate root of unresolved gunshots. And after the summer she spent working at Neanderthal's Bar and Grill, she was used to her place at the bottom of the pretty pyramid now. One thing she’d probably never get used to, though, was answering to Cameo.

"B-IAN-CA!" Rhapsody startled Cameo as she pulled one of the young girl’s Air Pods from her ear. She had been calling Cameo's name for a moment now; selective hearing was a skill she had far beyond mastered while growing up in The Armory. Embarrassed Cameo, apologized as she continued to pack away her things for the night. "Stop apologizing!" Rhapsody jokingly screamed as she lifted her hands towards Cameo's neck. She didn't know why she said those words practically all the time, and thinking about it only made her want to repeat them again. “What you going home early or something?" Rhapsody continued. With a confused look, Cameo watched as Rhapsody moved towards her locker to pull out her next ensemble for the night.

"They was just shooting." Cameo said to Rhapsody in a hushed tone. She didn't want to hear the room full of women the first time she entered the locker room, and she definitely didn't want to listen to their opinions now. She looked over the group, as they all laughed at her anyway. Even Echo chuckled a little, as she was leaning into the frame of the locker room's door, never too far from Rhapsody's side,

"Girl," Rhapsody spoke as she pulled a pair of fishnet tights over her thick thighs. "When niggas not in here shooting? Shit, they can't help it, they dicks is drunk. They either gone bust a nut or bust a gun." As Rhapsody and the other dancers joked about the type of men that frequent the club, Cameo began to change back into her work clothes and head onto the floor. Since she was still new, she hadn't made it to the main stage yet. Instead, Cameo would walk around the club and gave customers lap dances. Occasionally she would get a private dance, but for the most part, at these hours, they knew who they wanted to see. And they didn't want to waste whatever money they had left on Cameo.

"Hey,” Echo's voice called, just as Cameo went to leave the locker room. "You with us." Cameo went to question what she was talking about, but Echo had already turned and began to walk away, just as Rhapsody squeezed between Cameo and the door to catch up with her friend.

Bringing up the end of the three women, Cameo started to grow cautious. In a place full of women fighting to make the most money in one night as possible, there wasn't much sisterhood in the club. It was every woman for herself as Cameo pretty much stayed out of the way, or at least made sure they stayed out of hers. Aside from Venus, whose job was literally to make nice with all the dancers and keep them happy, Rhapsody was one of the first people to talk to her. Then again, Rhapsody was cool with everybody. Usually, the ones who had something negative to say about her did something to her first.

Echo, on the other hand, was different, and Cameo wasn't sure what she could want. Every girl had a story about Echo fucking them over, with a smile on her face. But Cameo knew better than to let locker room gossip be the deciding factor of her relationship with someone. Be that as it may, because her face was all over the club, Cameo always felt like she was in the presence of royalty when Echo was around.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Rhapsody's voice questioned. Since she didn't look back while she was talking, Cameo figured the two women were speaking amongst themselves. But when the women stopped walking to turn and face her, Cameo knew they were talking to her.

"I thought you said she wasn't deaf." Echo whispered as they awaited Cameo’s answer.

"She's not! Her daddy used to beat them and shit. She hear what she wanna hear." Cameo wanted to correct Rhapsody, but she was the one who shared her past with the woman. It was her step-father. Her biological father was on Fox Island for a triple-homicide after he found out what was going on in her mother's home.

"I have. I'm not lesbian, though." Cameo spoke up.

"You are tonight." Echo plainly stated as she and Rhapsody resumed their pace. "Lesbians are the best customers. They tip extremely well, and since we all got the same parts, they don't grab on your shit like fucking animals."

"And they handle their liquor better."

"That's her opinion."

"No, it's science. I literally just said this! When niggas get the drinking, and they little pee pee get hard. All the blood in they body, that's full of liquor, goes straight to their dick. And boom! They dick drunk." Cameo wanted to laugh, but Echo wasn't.  So instead, she just remained silent before asking,

“Where are we going?" The three women had ventured off to a side of the club Cameo had never been before. As they began to walk up a flight of stairs, Echo explained their escapade.

"The Upper Room. It's for VIP parties and guests. You do good tonight, you can come with us again. It's a separate cover charge for The Upper Room. Tonight me and Rhap with split it, next time we'll cut you in. You can keep your tips, and we'll split whatever ends up on the floor at the end of the night."

As the trio approached a door, Rhapsody turned to look Cameo directly in her eyes to sternly say, "Do not! Pick shit up off that floor."

"Events are usually only two hours long, but since it's almost closing time, we'll be here the rest of the night. Any questions?" Echo finished up, as Cameo just looked on, processing everything she had said.

Just as she went to pass Rhapsody an irritated look, Cameo spoke up, "Do we have to...you know?"

“Not if you don’t want to.” Echo answered while Rhapsody looked at Cameo, a little confused.

“Why you acting funny? You ain’t have no problems putting your mouth on Kendrix for some extra cash.” The look Cameo passed Rhapsody spoke her own frustrations with the woman. On their short walk, this was the second time Rhapsody had revealed personal conversations the two of them had.

As the words cleared Rhapsody's lips, Echo just repeated herself. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Ever.” Before turning to open the door to The Upper Room, she passed Rhapsody an indifferent look. As Echo disappeared inside the private area, alive with conversation and laughter, Cameo pulled Rhapsody back for a second.

“Look, I appreciate everything, Tangie, but I don’t fucking know her like that. And I’d really like it if you didn’t tell any and everybody my personal business.” While Cameo’s tone was stern and steady, Rhapsody couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry,” She said in-between cackles. “No, seriously, for real.” Since she had yet to stop laughing, Cameo just went to make her money and go home, but Rhapsody stopped her this time, finally done laughing. “E asked me if you were cool, and maybe I did overshare a bit. That’s my bad. I promise I won’t say anything else. We cool? Can we get to this money now?”

Cameo had dealt with enough comedienne ass bitches to know this wouldn’t be the last time. She wanted to turn around and walk away right then, and probably should have, but she wasn’t making no money from begging for lap dances. The guy, Kendrix, was a regular at Heaven’s, and he had paid for a private dance from Cameo. It was her first private dance, and she wasn’t sure what Kendrix was expecting. She had heard the jokes and rumors about the champagne room, and even Venus said, “whatever happens in a private room is between her and God”.

As Cameo danced for him, Kendrix watched her closely. His eyes never left her body as she moved to the music, and he graciously threw money to the rhythm of her hips. She didn’t expect much conversation between the two of them, and she didn’t get it either. Halfway through the dance, he motioned for her to come closer to him. Sitting her frame in his lap, she could feel how hard he was through his jeans. And simply because she was still a woman, she felt herself grow wet as she continued to wind and grind on him, repeating what she had seen in movies. That’s when he asked, “Can I touch you?”

Cameo figured it would be simple, just some light groping on her breast, and that would be it. But Kendrix went straight for the kill, grabbing Bianca’s pussy. Naturally, she jumped up quickly and told him that was off-limits. With a guilty smile, he apologized and asked if she wanted to keep dancing. Cameo agreed – as long as the money kept coming – but she kept her distance, as Kendrix’s once attentive stare became intimidating and chilling. As they reached the end of their fifteen minutes, Kendrix spent more money for them to do it again. At first, Cameo refused, and then he doubled it. As she went to take the money from his hand, Kendrix pulled it back with a small smirk. “Unless,” he said, eyeing Cameo’s body over like it would be his last meal. She knew exactly what was implied by his tone, but in case she didn’t, Kendrix made it clear as he gripped the print of his penis through his jeans. All before pulling out another stack of cash to add to what he was offering. “You know you wanna see it.”

“Yeah, we cool,” Cameo spoke to Rhapsody. “I ain’t even really wanna do that, I just needed the money. So don’t tell anybody anything else.”

“I won’t. And like E said, you ain’t gotta do nothing you don’t want to. We wanted you because I like you, not because of that. I really just told her about you and Kendrix, right now.”

“It ain’t supposed to be nobody business, anyway.”

“It’s not, damn! I done fucked so many niggas back there, Alonzo done gave me my own room. But I get it. I ain’t saying sorry again. Got me up here sounding like you, shit.” Cameo could tell hanging with Rhapsody was going to be a challenge. From what Cameo had seen, Rhapsody never took anything seriously and swore she was funny. When in actuality, she was loud and obnoxious. Nonetheless, as Cameo followed behind her into the private room, she was grateful she wasn’t entirely alone at the club.

Inside the Upper Room, Cameo almost forgot she was there to work as she was drawn to Echo’s solo dance. That was until she caught the impatient glare on the woman’s face. Since Cameo expected they were entertaining a group of lesbians, she stepped up on the small stage in the center of the room to join Echo. Touching her body softly and staring into her eyes as she mirrored Echo’s movements. That was until she heard a very familiar voice from the crowd.

“Now, this what I wanna see.” Kendrix spoke, moving closer to the small stage to throw his money at the girls.

While Cameo didn’t expect to give Kendrix a happy ending that night, she held no hard feelings against the man. As long as he was spending money, she would always be who he wanted to see. However, before Cameo could entice Kendrix to empty his pockets, Rhapsody s body slid into view, “You can see from the couch.”

As Kendrix and Rhapsody continued talking, Cameo looked over the private party. It was hardly any women in The Upper Room, let alone lesbians. Either way, Cameo continued to dance with Echo under a shower of money, while Rhapsody controlled the intimate crowd of men. For a moment, Cameo felt the sexiest she had felt yet. All eyes were on her as the crowd took in the scene. There was no need for her to do anything extra to make the type of money she expected to be bringing home from the strip club. All she had to do was keep her body close to Echo’s and have fun.

“Nigga please,” She then heard Rhapsody’s voice over the music. “I know you begged the new girl to suck on your little ass dick. You gotta pay more me now, nigga.”

“This bitch,” Cameo mumbled before she went to go off on Rhapsody once and for all, but it was Echo’s gentle grasp of her hips that halted her for the moment.

“Do you want to be that girl? Every private dance from you comes with a happy ending?” Echo spoke slowly into Cameo’s ear. She wanted to clear things up, but Echo continued past her interjections. “That’s fine if you do –  even better if you don’t. Either way, don’t step on another girl’s hustle- .”

As Echo whispered to her, Cameo watched Kendrix and Rhapsody closely. She began to wonder, was he one of Rhapsody’s regulars? Did they ask her to come dance with them simply because they wanted her to know to stay away from him? Did she want to be that girl? Just as Rhapsody and Kendrix went to slip out a side door of The Upper Room, Cameo cut them off.

“I’ll do whatever she’s doing…for double.” The words seemed to fly right out of her mouth, but Cameo’s mind was still thinking of something to say. As Kendrix smirked a little, she looked over to Rhapsody. She was sure the girl was getting ready to cuss her out, but she had a big ole smile on her face. And over Rhapsody’s shoulder, Cameo could see Echo giving her an approving look.  “Or better yet,” She said, approaching Kendrix and slipping her hand into the top of his jeans, “You can take the both of us.”

“Just you,” He said as Rhapsody let go of his arm and turned to find another sucker for the night. As she left Kendrix and Cameo alone, he pushed her hand further down his jeans to grab ahold of his dick. The last time he had Cameo this close to him – she changed her mind, she even tried to give him his money back. He knew it was because she was still the new girl and that soon enough, she’d be offering hand jobs and rim shots in the back rooms just like all the other girls. “I knew you wanted to see it. You just like the rest of these hoes.”

Cameo suppressed her will to roll her eyes and call his bluff. She may have been a hoe, but he was the one paying $400 just to get his dick sucked.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Five

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Alcohol and Drug Use, Language, Violence, Future Smut, Slow Burn, ANGST OUT THE ASS.

“Colson! I swear to fucking God you get on my fuckin’ nerves!” Tiffany screeched from the kitchen. The sound of her footsteps stomping down the hall brought a guilty smile to Colson’s face until suddenly the back of his head was stinging and a loud crack was heard through the room.

“Ah! What the fuck, bitch!?” He barked back with a hiss, jumping up and rubbing the spot of impact to sooth the sting, “The fuck is your problem?”

“Did you eat my last avocado?!” She questioned, gesturing to him with a rather large kitchen knife, “I swear to god I’m going to fucking stab you.” 

Slim snickered from his spot on the loveseat, his hand covering his mouth, “You done fucked up, boyyy.”

“Man I don’t even like avocado!” Colson argued as he backed away, his hands up in surrender, “It was fucking Rook, babe, I swear!” 

Seething, Tiffany spun around on her heels and headed back down the hallway to her brother’s room. “I’m going to fucking kill you, John!” 

Colson couldn’t help the snorting giggle that shot out of him as he busted out laughing. He and Slim followed behind her as she burst through JP’s bedroom door, the knife still clutched tightly in her hand.

“I can’t have anything in this fuckin’ house my own!” She bitched as she jerked the covers off of Rook’s sleeping form and lunged at him, the man instantly jumping up and defending himself.

“The fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch!?” Her brother shouted, holding Tiffany off of him with the knife dangerously close to his chest.

“You ate my avocado!” She repeated, grunting as the hand not holding the knife tangled in his hair with a sharp tug, “Piece of shit!” 

“Kels fucking ate it, bitch, get the fuck off me!” He yelled as he finally got his feet up to her stomach, kicking her off of him with so much force the she stumbled back into the wall. 

Colson had about a three second head start while she got her bearings to run for his life. 

“I’m going to fucking gut you!” She shrieked, picking up the fallen weapon and exiting the room. Slim attempted to stand in her way, but with just one look from the pissed off woman, he held his hands up in surrender and stepped away. He’d seen her fight the guys before, and it never worked out to their advantage. 

She flung the knife towards Colson’s head just as he’d ducked down on the other side of the sofa, the pointed tip of the blade whizzing past his shoulder and landing in the drywall behind him.

“You almost fucking stabbed me, you psycho!” Colson yelled, shocked but still laughing as he raised his head up, only to be tackled by the woman. He fell back onto the floor as she straddled him, her tiny hands wrapping around his neck and squeezing.

“That was my last avocado, you prick,” She snarled as she cut off his oxygen level. Colson obviously wasn’t going to let himself get choked out, especially by her, and he quickly wrapped his own hand around her throat, a smirk playing on his face as he licked his lips.

“You wanna play like that, huh?” He asked sadistically, effortlessly pushing her off of him before choke-slamming her into the tile beneath them. Her fingers released his throat immediately, but only to ball up into fists and fall onto the back of his head. She moved to knee him in the stomach, but her leg slipped as her vision started darkening. 

“Say your sorry.” Colson demanded, bright smile flashing at her as he watched her face turn red.

“Fuck you.” She hissed back, her nails still attempting to dig into his shoulders and push him off of her. 

“Later, princess. Now tell Daddy you’re sorry.” 

The smugness in his voice was enough to give her the strength to pull her knee up just so, the quick contact with his groin making Colson recoil away from her instantly with a pain filled groan.

“Awh, bitch, what the fuck,” Colson choked, rolling on to his side as he curled into the fetal position. She kicked him again in the back, huffing as she stood up. 

“That’s what you get when you eat my fuckin’ food!” 

“Gahhhhd damn, Tuff Ass Tiff strikes again, huh?” Andre asked as he entered the house through the garage, grocery bags loaded up his arms. He chuckled at the sight of Colson curled up on the ground, “What he do this time?”

“He ate my fuckin’ avacado! Please tell me you got more!” She begged, her breathing labored.

Andre’s laugh intensified as he entered the kitchen, setting the bags down on the counter before wiping his face with his hands, “Ohh, girl. You’re gonna kill that man one day.” 

She sat down on one of the bar stools near the counter and began going through the bags of assorted snacks, digging through everything until she found what she was looking for. She spun around to go looking for another knife, only to be met with the one she’d thrown at Colson being pointed at her by the man himself. 

Tiffany snatched it from his hand and turned back around to begin cutting up the fruit. Colson draped his arms around her shoulders lazily, bending down to kiss her cheek, “Feel better now, bitch?”

“Fuck you.” She retorted before popping a piece in her mouth, happiness and contentment spreading across her face. 

“Like I said, later.” Colson teased, stealing a large piece from the plate while leaning against the counter next to her with a wink. Tiffany jabbed the knife towards him again, her eyes narrowing at him with the threat as she continued to chew.

“Is the coast clear?” Rook questioned cautiously as he ducked his head into the kitchen, eyes scanning the room to make sure there were no flying objects, “I’m not gonna get stabbed for something I didn’t do, am I?”

“Can’t believe you fucking ratted on me, bro. She almost fucking killed me,” Colson exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed towards the living room, “She put a fucking hole in the wall.” 

“You know better than to eat that girl’s food, Kels,” Andre replied, shaking his head in amusement, “I seen her put Slim in a chokehold over a Klondike bar.” 

“Facts,” Slim confirmed, shooting finger guns at Dre as he found his way in the room and sat on the other side of Colson, “I still say she fucked something up in my throat.”

“Yeah, well, I’mma be fuckin’ up her throat later if she don’t say she’s sorry.” Colson snarked, cocking an eyebrow at Tiffany, who flipped him off with a snort.

“Dude.” Rook barked, throwing his arms up in disgust, “Really?”

“Sorry, dog.” Colson chuckled as he looked back down to Tiff, scrunching his nose at her playfully as she rolled her eyes at him. 

“So who all supposed to be there tonight?” Rook asked, wanting to change the subject to avoid hearing anything perverted about his sister, “Is it gonna be lit?”

“Litty like a titty,” Colson replied, turning to look at him as he drummed his fingers against the counter, “I was about to go on the run for all the party favors, y'all wanna ride or just meet me there?”

“I’ll ride,” Slim and Rook said in unison. 

“I’ll meet you there later, babe. I still gotta take a shower and get ready.” Tiffany answered when Colson's questioning eyes met hers. He nodded his head and pushed himself from the counter, bending down to slip his fingers into her hair and kiss her. His tongue snaked into her mouth as the guys left the room, swirling with hers for a minute before he pulled away. 

“Wear something sexy for Daddy.” He winked before kissing her forehead, skipping away from her hand that popped out to smack his ass as he exited the room. 

Tiffany giggled before finishing her precious avocado and getting up to start getting ready. 

She took a shower and curled her hair, making sure every piece was in the perfect spot after applying her makeup. She made sure to do it up a little, her honey colored eyes shining bright with the smokey eyeshadow and long false lashes. She painted her favorite matte black lipstick across her lips, smiling at herself in the mirror. 

“God damn, Tiff,” Andre barked when she finally appeared from her room when she was finished, eyeing her outfit “You tryna make the nigga marry you or somethin’?”

“Shut the fuck up,” She snorted, taking the blunt he was holding out to her as she adjusted the high waisted leather skirt so she could sit down on the couch to slip her heels on. She hit the Dutch and let the smoke fill her lungs before standing back up, passing it back to him before pulling on the sleeve of the off the shoulder cropped Metallica shirt she was wearing. “I’m ready if you’re ready.” 

Colson’s house was already filled with people when they arrived, loud music pounding as they walked through the door. They found Colson in the living room with Rook and some others that she’d recognized, two girls sitting on either side of him with their arms wrapped around him. 

His eyes were only on her though as she approached him, giant beaming smile plastered on his face as he stood up, pulling himself out of the groupies’ embrace, “Fuckin’ finally. Holy shit, look how fuckin’ fine my bitch is.” 

Colson snatched her hand and pulled her to the other side of the coffee table, squeezing her ass tightly before dragging her into his lap as he sat back down. The girls who had been occupying the space with him scooted over barely, and Colson couldn’t stop himself from snapping at them, “Move, hoe, damn. The fuck?”

Huffing, they both got up and left, mumbling under their breath about how they didn’t see how She was so special. She cocked an eyebrow at Colson who just shrugged in response before attaching his lips to hers. They made out for a moment, ignoring the catcalls and wolf whistles from everyone around them. Tiffany pulled away first, smirking at him while wiping around her mouth, making sure her lipstick was still intact. 

“I'm thirsty.” She pouted, watching Colson lift a plastic cup to his lips for a drink. 

He chuckled at her baby voice, scrunching his nose before shifting her so he could reach between his legs, pulling out a bottle of Crown and another of Ciroc, “What would you like, my love?”

“Whiskey, please,” She smiled, clapping her hands before reaching for it. She cracked the bottle and brought it to her mouth, the amber liquid flowing down her throat with a comforting burn. 

“Mmm, that’s hot,” He mumbled, slipping the shoulder of her shirt down to graze his lips against her skin, “Do it again.” 

She snorted at him before raising the bottle, taking another drink from it before putting it down. 

“So fuckin’ sexy.” He praised, his fingers kneading into the flesh of her thighs while bucking up into her, “Can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you later.” 

“Dude! I’m right here,” Rook piped in, throwing an empty cup at the side of Colson’s head. The group all laughed, Tiffany and Colson both sticking their tongues out at the drummer. 

“You want summa that?” Colson asked, nodding his head to the coffee table, where a plate filled with white powder rested, “We got tabs and shit too somewhere.” 

“I’ll take a bump, but I don’t wanna go full scarface just yet. How many tabs have you taken?” She replied, reaching for the plate as Slim handed it to her.

“I took two about an hour ago.” Colson smiled, licking his lips as he watched her cut herself a small amount of cocaine from the pile. 

“That explains a lot,” She chuckled, handing him the plate so he could hold it for her while she brought the rolled hundred to one nostril. Closing the other with her finger, she took a deep inhale, the drug instantly shooting to the back of her throat. 

“Gah, that shits so fucking nasty.” She hissed, shaking her head as she exhaled. Rubbing the residue from the bottom of her nose, she took the plate from Colson so he could do a line, his way bigger than hers. 

He passed the plate back to Slim as JP tossed a joint to Tiffany, the woman humming in satisfaction as she brought it to her lips to light. Colson flicked the lighter for her and brought it to the tip, the cherry burning bright as she took a deep toke.

“Who got them X-O’s, Dubb?” Colson hollered, leaning back and cocking his head to see where his friend was. 

“They right here,” the man replied, handing the baggie filled with candy shaped pills to Colson as he walked up behind the couch. Tiff handed Dubb the blunt as she held her hand out for the bag, examining the contents to pick out which ones she wanted. 

“How many you gonna take?” Colson asked, wrapping his arms around her stomach to give her a squeeze, “I’m tryna get you fucked up.” 

Rolling her eyes, she pulled two pink pills out and popped them into her mouth, her face displaying disgust as she let them sizzle on her tongue, “Let’s see what these do and go from there, yeah?”

At some point in the night, once their highs had taken hold and had them feeling euphoric, the two ended up separated. Tiffany had changed into her bathing suit and was lounging by the pool, enjoying the fresh air and the feeling of the cool water dancing over her toes. She was smoking a blunt with her brother when a group of girls walked outside, their voices instantly hushing when they saw her. 

“Uh, hey, Kels is looking for you,” One of them said, an impish grin tugging on her lips, “He looks pretty fucked up.” 

“Yeah, well, so am I,” Tiffany returned, giggling as she passed the blunt back to Rook. 

“He’s a big boy, ladies. He can handle himself” Rook snickered, bringing the blunt to his lips. 

“I dunno, Rook,” another girl said, her lips twisting in uncertainty, “Someone should probably check on him.”

Sighing with annoyance, Rook rolled his head towards Tiffany as he stubbed out the roache. “You gonna go or you want me to?” 

“He was asking for her specifically.” The first girl interrupted, her eyes bouncing between faces before she looked back to Tiffany, “wanted to show you something or somethin’.”

“God damn it.” Tiffany complained, hanging her head back towards the sky as she grimaced, “Why does he do this shit to me.”

“I think it’s sweet.” The other girl squeaked out, covering her grin with her hand. 

Tiffany shrugged but stood up, adjusting her swimsuit bottoms before slipping on her flip flops and heading inside. 

She followed the sound of hollering and cheers into the kitchen, where she found Colson leaned over the island counter, snorting a giant line off the very naked girl who was currently laying on it. Another girl was behind him, her arms wrapped around him and her hand half way down his pants. 

When the line was successfully in his brain cavity, he twisted around with a goofy smile on his face as everyone yelled for him. His face brightened even more when he saw Tiffany standing there, eyebrow cocked and she laughed at him. “Havin’ fun there, Kels?”

The woman behind him with her hand below Colson’s belt threw a devious smirk in Tiffany’s direction, not even attempting to conceal what she was doing. Colson’s gaze trailed to where Tiffany’s eyes were locked into, the man finally registering what was happening. He shoved her away from him, hard, snarling at the little bitch, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Tiffany chuckled as the girl took off after shooting daggers in her direction. Colson’s smile returned as his eyes raked over Tiffany’s frame. The tight little black bikini was a favorite of his and left very little to the imagination. He bit his lip as he approached her, his huge hands immediately finding purchase on her ass and giving it a squeeze. He pulled her into his bare chest, shoving his tongue into her mouth while one hand wrapped around her throat. She laughed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him, stepping up onto her tiptoes to get closer. Another round of cat calls was heard behind them, and they broke apart to flip everybody off. 

“So is that one mine?” Tiffany asked innocently, gesturing with her hand to a line still resting on the naked woman in front of them, “I like cocaine and titties too.”

“God damn I love this bitch” Colson laughed, rutting his face into her hair as he handed her the straw. He watched in amazement as she snorted the four inch rail by herself.

She rolled her eyes at him as she sniffled the remnants up her nose, her fingernail poking him in the gut playfully. He winked at her before someone handed them both shots, the two downing them with their arms wrapped around each other. Colsons hands snaked down to her ass again as he lead her out of the kitchen, hoisting her up his body as they walked. She wrapped her thighs around his narrow waist as he carried her through the backyard. 

“Where are we going?” Tiffany asked, curious expression on her face as she met his eyes.

“I’m ‘bout to piss everyone off and fuck you in this hot tub.” Colson explained, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously at her before dropping her in the water.

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[blackpantherismyish]

Teacher’s Pet

Chapter 1

Paring: Greek!Erik “Killmoger” Stevens x Chiron “Black” Harris

Word Count: almost 1.3K

Warning(s): None

A/N: I have been on a writing drought for Idk how long to be honest. But I finally got some shit done.. This is that. This is loosely based off of a story by the same name that i wrote YEARS ago (Don’t go look for it, it’s alotta cringe in that shit. But enjoy

Shoutout to @goddessofthundathighs cause without her, I woulda sounded reeeal stoopid.

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Chiron put the last of the grocery bags on the floor. He had transferred to a new university in the middle of his fall semester meaning he had to restock all of his favorite goodies.  

“Fuck,” he huffed as he dropped the bag of canned goods on the floor with the rest of his haul. 

Using the leftover money he had from his tuition check, he moved into a small two-bedroom apartment a short distance from campus, which he shared with his roommate Taylor. The two had met at an off-campus frat party at his previous school last fall. They immediately clicked in a drunken stupor and had been inseparable ever since. Like brothers almost. 

“Yo Chi!” Taylor yelled from his room, his voice followed by the faint sound of rapid shooting.

Call of Duty, Chiron thought to himself as he walked around the island and towards the bedroom. 

“Wassuh Tay?” he called, stepping towards cracked door where the shooting had gotten so loud that explosions could now be heard. 

“Did you get more Hot Pockets?” Taylor sat shirtless in his gaming chair with his ΚΑΨ branded shorts and a PS4 controller in his hand. 

“Yes. Steak and cheddar cause yo fat ass ate the last box in 4 days.” Chiron rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he watched Taylor lean on his knees and squint his eyes to focus on the game. 

“Man… You still on that?” Taylor groaned as his fingers danced over the controller.

“Uh...Nigga YES! That was a 24 pack of Hot Pockets. Do you know how many Hot Pockets you’d have to eat in a day for that to even be possible?” Chiron stood off the doorframe and walked further into the room. 

“Si-,” Taylor started.

“6 gahdamn Hot Pockets nigga!” Chiron clapped to emphasize each word.

“Man I was lazy and I ain’t feel like cookin’.” Tay shook his head and scooted closer to the flatscreen TV. 

“Keep playin’. Yo belly gon be so big you won’t be able to shimmy right.” Chiron turned and made his way out of the room and walked back to the kitchen. He opted to put the groceries away himself since someone was preoccupied. It worked in his favor, giving him the advantage of knowing where everything was.

"You just hatin' cause I get all the hoes!" Taylor yelled from his room. 

"Nah I'm good. I'm allergic to fish" Chiron yelled back.

…

It was now a few weeks into the spring semester and Chiron was finally getting into the flow of his new college home. He woke early, not wanting to be late for his first class of the day: General Psychology. Footsteps and elevator dings invaded his senses as students began filing into the classroom filling it to capacity. Chiron chose a middle seat, not too close to the front and not to far back that he’d have to squint to see. He pulled out the notebook that he’d designated for this class and flipped through the first few pages. When he looked up again, his eyes fell on a man that he hadn’t noticed before. The man wore a black fitted t-shirt that hugged his body like a fat kid hugs the ice cream man when they get extra sprinkles. The veins that ran down his arms looked like an IV technician’s dream and gold rimmed glasses framed his face while two thick Cuban link chains rested on his neck. As Chiron’s gaze traveled lower, he praised the Lord above for the invention of fitted slacks because they were hugging the hips of this Adonis in all the right places. As his gaze made his way back up, Chiron’s eyes landed on a set of lips that looked like they could swallow him whole, not that he was complaining. As the mystery man talked with the professor, hints of gold reflected off of his teeth. Chiron leaned forward to get a better look at the beautiful mystery.

“Who are you and can I have your number, cause gahdamn you fine,” Chiron whispered to himself. Just as his lust was beginning to get the best of him, Chiron was snapped out of his appreciation by the voice of the young white male at the front of the class.

“Good morning class, I am Professor Wayne and I’ll be your instructor this semester. And this,” he gestures to the Adonis to his right, “is my graduate assistant, Erik Stevens.”

Erik can assist me in taking off his pants.. Chiron thought to himself as he chewed the tip of his pen. His focus on whatever Professor Wayne was babbling about was long gone as more and more lewd thoughts of Erik crossed his mind. Erik stepped in front of Professor Wayne, licking his lips slowly before addressing the class.

“Wassuh y’all. Welcome back to school.” He paused briefly before continuing. “As you heard Mr. W say, I’m the graduate assistant. Some days I’ll be teaching and helping with any questions you may have during my lessons as well as Mr. Wayne’s.” As his speech came to a close, Erik leaned back against the wooden table, surveying all of the fresh faces in front of him.

“I have some meetings to attend so in my absence, Mr. Stevens will go over the syllabus and answer any first day questions you may have. I look forward to getting to know all of you. Have a great first day.” With that, Mr. Wayne grabbed his black leather bag and headed out the door. 

Erik took off the gold rimmed glasses and sat them on the table next to him and grabbed a clipboard. 

“I’m about to go through roll. Just raise your hand and say ‘here’. Pretty simple procedure, right?” Erik looked around for confirmation. He got head nods and soft mummers in agreement as he scanned the classroom. Chiron had since went back to flipping through his notebook, highlighting things that he would need for the class.

“Chiron Harris?” His voice sounded like the smoothest bourbon you could possibly get your hands on.

“Here,” Chiron spoke, lifting his head and hand simultaneously. Erik gave him a sly smirk before calling the remaining names on the list. Chiron smiled to himself before busying himself with his notebook once more. This was definitely going to be an interesting semester.

…

As he made his way down the hall after his classes, Chiron could hear commotion coming from his apartment. Several voices mixed as Chi unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taylor sat on the couch with his line brothers. The one on the left, Nico, wore a crimson colored dad hat that read Pretty Komplicated in cream letters while the one on the right, Xavier, wore a black basketball jersey that read Kryptonite across the back of it in red letters.

“I’m about to start charging you niggas rent,” Chi called from the doorway as he put his lanyard on the key holder.

“Maaan, I’ma need a room if I pay rent,” Nico called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. Chiron grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking back to the unoccupied loveseat. 

“Woooow,” Xavier spoke from the far end of the couch. “He did you dirty, dawg,” he snickered as he leaned on his knees, fully immersed in the video game.

“What?” Chiron shrugged as Nico pulled his attention from the tv and blinked in confusion.

“You said a room,” he reminded.

“The box that I’m referring to has enough room for you inside. It’s a pretty big box.” Nico groaned and turned back to the tv, causing Chiron to chuckle to himself.

“Listen, I already live with one of you niggas. I don’t need anymore.”

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[calypsoff]

Ten. Part 5

TJ and Barry are like my sons, they get so concerned when I go missing and I am not replying to them, I am sure I told them I was coming here “nigga you didn’t say shit, you didn’t even tell us. We saw you that night and you told me some bear got delivered?” TJ is dumb “and in that sentence I said I am coming here!” I spat, Barry cackled “man, if I was there I would kick you. Ayo, is that little princess behind you” I can see TJ little sister behind him, he looked behind “aye fuck off” I snorted laughing “you’re rude, she is like ten, MJ!” I shouted “let her say hey to the gang” I chuckled, I initially called them, but they wanted to do facetime, I think they want to see Robyn, but she is upstairs sorting something out with her album or something “hi” she waved “MJ and TJ, we on. Is TJ being an ass to you?” I asked her, she nodded her head “kick him, he deserves it Mia. Good seeing you though, you doing good at school?” TJ is never nice to anyone “I am, when are you both coming to the house again?” I shrugged “soon my child, we are coming over” Barry answered “get out now creep” TJ moved the camera to him “so yeah, we were scared. I mean not scared but we were concerned thinking where that nigga at, Whatsapp not been touched and shit. And then you replied, so” he looked behind him “is she there?” he said in a whisper, I chuckled “I suppose, probably” TJ laughed “why you being this way, just say yes or no?” he is nosey “clearly she is” Barry said “do you want a drink?” I jumped at Robyn speaking, moving my phone down and looking behind me “uh no, I am speaking to the niggas” getting off of the couch “everything good?” I asked, “I suppose, you speaking to your friends?” she asked, nodding my head “I will speak to you after” let me go upstairs then.

TJ is staring at me all wide eyed “oh my god!” he shouted, turning the volume down. He is screaming around the bedroom “this nigga has no chill bro” Barry is right “fuck, bro. That is, no way” this is the thing with TJ, he is seeing Robyn as Rihanna so this is why he is reacting the way he does; I mean I could also be like that, but I see her as Robyn and it calms me, Rihanna is a big deal “you got the Rihanna, We found love. The sexiest woman, there. She is there!” nodding my head “she good?” TJ asked “she is fine if you are asking that, but on a real. Don’t be telling anyone anything, we going to fall out if you do, both of you” I trust them, but you never know “promise, I barely tell people that Rihanna was in our gang and school so it’s ok, you seem happy as hell” I grinned “oh shit, not seen all whites in a while, I am glad you got rid of psycho, chick was weird. But wow, long as you good” nodding my head “I am, but I will be back soon, like tomorrow actually. Tomorrow night. But you know what TJ, I would push for you to come with us but I know you got family to deal with” TJ rolled his eyes “I am trying, see what I can do” I want my friend with me “I saw Joyce Chris, she was in Walmart and all I heard was my boy! She always treating me like a son” I chuckled “did she start praising you and speaking on god, you how she is Barry” my mother do be doing the most “she kind of started but I said I had to go” he lucky.

Walking down the steps ever so slowly, seeing Robyn wrapped under a blanket in the corner couch. Walking over to her slowly “aye” placing my hand on her shoulder “what’s up?” leaning down pressing a kiss to her cheek. She seems a little upset and I don’t like it “I am ok, just bullshit record label things, that is all baby but thank you” raising ana eyebrow “tell me, I am listening” I said “right, so Jay Brown went behind my back and requested the pictures on the photo album shoot day, I kept that to myself because as you know I am topless, so I didn’t want him to see it. I was going to design it and whatever and make it look nice and cover that part, he went to look by lying to the photographer! I am so angry Chris; he has no right to see the pictures. I mean I don’t care because I don’t, but I know you will not be happy, I am in a relationship and you said you wanted no man to see it but he has. I am just angry, and he acted like it was nothing, but it was something, he shouldn’t have done it period, I am just angry Chris. He seen my boobs and said it’s not good and I don’t care, I told him the name of the album, it is Unapologetic like you said. But I think he has realised I am not backing down from it; I really want to realise as many albums to get out of this contract, then he asked where am I, he’s been trying to contact me for a while now and I haven’t been picking up, I said none of his business. But yeah, I am annoyed” now I am annoyed too, moving back from Robyn “man, that is wack, they think you’re a industry puppet but you ain’t that. He shouldn’t have done that, but I think he dislikes that you’re closing off, you’re not letting him know shit. He wants to be in the know and he can’t have that information. Let it slide, just be clever with what you do now, like after this album just fully shut him out” walking around the couch.

Robyn is not happy at all, I hate that. Gripping Robyn’ ankle and shifted her leg to the side, she looked up at me all sombre. She can be sombre right now, but I want to lay in between her legs and sleep, I am tired. I really didn’t sleep; she woke me with her loud giggled with that friend of hers “what you doing?” she asked as I placed my body between her legs “laying down” I sighed out rested my head just between Robyn’ boobs “that is better” Robyn closed her legs a little with me between them “are you tired or something?” nodding my head with my eyes closed “I don’t want you to worry about the record label, they trying you but you’re strong. I know you won’t take that shit laying down unless it’s me on top, but he will regret that” oh that is it, I will be falling asleep now. Feeling her nails rack through my hair, this feels so good “if I drool on you then I am sorry” I mumbled “I don’t mind it, big baby. I really can’t wait to show you off to my family back home, show them you and then show you Barbados. I really want that for me and for you, I know my mom will love you too” I groaned out, this feel so good “baby me” I feel like I am getting unwell being here, I don’t know why but I feel run down, maybe it’s more the fact I am worrying about money and my future, but I feel it.

My head shot up, the vibration from my phone woke me straight from my sleep. Looking up at Robyn, she also fell asleep. Her head back, mouth all open taking in the air. Shuffling up off of Robyn, it must be late as fuck because it’s night already. Digging into my pocket, grabbing my phone. My father ringing, yikes what have I done now “what’s up?” I answered “hey son, your mother wanted me to call to ask if you want to come over for dinner? She said you have been quiet and also we get worried” everyone gets so worried about me, I do get why but still “I am ok dad, I am away for a few days. When I am back I will come over, or you can come to me. Whatever you want to do” Robyn is awake, she looks in a daze, it made me smile “we can come to you son, is everything ok with you? I hope no more trouble, your uncle Anthony asked about you. First time in a while, and I have been working on your mother about the moving part. I think it’s a good idea to start fresh, we can’t lose you” my mother would have me living with her if she could “appreciate it, well you know he’s just being nosey. He just wants to know what the fuck we doing and shit, but I will text you when you can come over” I want to get my dad off the phone.

Robyn said she wants a shower, so I am just catching up with Power, I was going to annoy her in the bathroom but I thought I need to give her space, her pussy probably sore too “dang” Ghost is a clever motherfucker, seeing Robyn from the corner of my eye sitting down “let me just finish this part off” I said looking over at Robyn and then back at the TV, I had to do a double take all wide eyed as Robyn pulled her panties to the side “uh, what you doing?” A smirk slowly formed “touching myself” she answered as if it was normal for her legs to be spread apart and pushing two fingers deep inside of herself “I can see that” my voice went high pitched for no reason, but I am shook, this is going all the way down to my dick right now “I thought you might want to see” I breathed out “well” a little shook, she bit her bottom lip while staring at me. Robyn is practically naked, and my mouth is hung open, she got up from the couch and to me. She pushed my mouth closed, she leaned down to me “let me” she groped my crotch “mhmm is it my birthday?” I said, she pecked my lips massaging my dick through the fabric “it’s my birthday and I get what I want, always. Let me show you what badgalriri can do” she is so fucking bad. She placed her hands on both sides of my legs as she slowly lowered herself in front of me.

My pants were off, she didn’t need to tell me twice at all. I am hers, shit I am about to get head. Robyn pushed my tee back, but I just did her a favour and took it off, throwing it. The feeling of her warm breath on my dick sent tremors through my body, her fingers were wrapped tightly around me as she stroked my length up and down. Her hazel eyes met mine, that look alone went straight down to my dick. Robyn licked her lips and took me into her mouth, the feeling of her lips enclosing around me had my hips arching off the couch already. Her head completely covered my lap, feeling her moan around me sent me grunting, the back of her throat vibrating against the head of my dick, her mouth felt so warm and good. She started to bob her head up and down even faster, swallowing me even deeper. I threw my head back and dug my fingers into her head, pressing her head down and pushing myself deeper into her mouth. Closing my eyes allowing myself to become lost in the pleasure. Slouching in the couch, Robyn grabbed my balls with her hand she then locked me in place in her mouth. She held my dick there until I groaned out before letting me go, running her tongue across my full length and pulling me back into her mouth again. Robyn closed her lips around my lips as her head bobbed up and down, she is sucking the cum out of me “shit” balling my fist up, like I don’t want to cum, I want to pull Robyn off me, but I can’t “ah” is the only thing to come out of my mouth “ah shit” she didn’t stop until I exploded in her mouth.

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If It’s Magic Chapter 8

Daaaaaam, this took forever! Does anyone still care about this story? If so here’s 3k words of plot development(?) Anyways if you wanna be added to my taglist just let me know!

Warnings: Eh, people get punched and they curse. We grown outchea.

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“Daniel, either let me pass or get your ass beat like that big nigga about to get.”

Amira brought her gaze from Daniel to the towering male some feet behind him, keeping a safe distance. Xavier’s eyes widened before he spoke back to her.

“Beat my ass?! Didn’t you do that enough the other day when you busted my lip?” 

She growled at Xavier and went to push past Daniel only to have him hold her back, though with no small amount of difficulty.

“What did you do to me, you piece of shit?!”

“I didn’t DO anything! I’ve been here or in class and actively avoiding your crazy ass for the past two days!!”

Amira stilled in Daniel’s grip and stared at Xavier for a moment before she replied, “Then why the fuck did I hear you calling out for me not 2 hours ago?”

Xavier’s face paled for a moment as he realized something but didn’t say what it was. Amira immediately noticed the change and ducked out of Daniel’s arms to walk towards him, craning her neck to meet his gaze before speaking again.

“What. Did. You. Do.”

“Well, um...I might’ve tried to manifest your aura while I was masturbating,” Xavier rushed out his explanation in one breath but that didn’t stop Amira from hearing exactly what he said.

“PORQUE?!”

Just when Xavier opened his mouth in an attempt to explain further, Daniel burst into laughter from the door that he’d closed during this time.

“Nigga, you did what now? How the hell did that even happen?”

Xavier sighed and tried to be as brief as possible about what was now an embarrassing topic.

Xavier paced his room stressed and hungry, though not for food. Truth be told, he missed Amira. He’d been missing her since she’d first broke things off and after what he’d said to her a few days ago he knew she’d probably never speak to him again. He thought about her lips and how she loved to kiss him, the plushness of her body and she felt like a living marshmallow every time he held her in his arms. How her smile was like the sunshine that chased away the darkness of his thoughts. Before long he began thinking of all the things that drove him crazy about the petite succubus when he remembered something her mother had told them about their bond.

“If one of you reaches out for the other hard enough, you can pull on or manifest the energy of your mate.”

Of course she was referring to if one couldn’t find the other or was missing them, but at this point Xavier was hungry and knew that her aura would be more than enough to satisfy his urges until he found a human to feed from that wasn’t clingy, crazy, or in search of commitment. So he decided to apply that same technique while pleasuring himself and found himself quite surprised with the results. It was like he could hear her in the throes of pleasure, feel her on top of him, and feel himself inside of her. Before he knew it he was moaning her name, urging her to say his. Just when he was about to reach his peak he heard her voice call back to him, his eyes rolling back as he spilled his release into his hand.

“Let me get this straight,” Daniel started. “Y’all can think of each other hard enough to feel and hear the other when you’re not nearby?! I’d like to sign up to be a sex demon today, please.”

Xavier snorted a bit and Amira shot them both a glare before turning to leave, tired of them both.

“Well that was riveting but don’t do again or so help me I will come back here and kill you both.”

“ Both?!” Daniel’s eyes grew wide.

“No witnesses. Nothing personal,” Amira said with a devilish smile.

…

Jason called Amira for the 4th time that night, sighing when he was sent to voicemail yet again. He kept replaying what he said to her in his head and the more he did, the worse he felt. It also took him back to when they first talked about the very thing he threw back in her face.

“So tell me, does being a succubus really mean you’re incapable of monogamy?”

Amira paused her writing and met Jason’s gaze with a raised brow, searching his face for the intention behind the question. Once she realized he was genuinely curious she sighed and pushed her laptop to the side.

“Succubi are just as capable of having monogamous relationships as anyone else. The thing is, our biology causes us to also need to feed off the sexual energy of others. It’s rare, but a succubus sometimes picks a partner that she feeds from exclusively for life. They normally marry but even if they don’t, they still stay together. What you just mentioned is a stereotype made by some white man hundreds of years ago in an attempt to paint us as nothing but sex crazed demons, unworthy of love. Is that how you see me?”

“No, of course not. I think you deserve all the love you can handle..”

They exchanged smiles before Amira leaned over and kissed him sweetly, each time feeling better than the first for him.

…

One Month Later, Halloween

“So is Jason coming tonight?” Lucy asked Amira as they got dressed in their dorm.

Amira smirked as she put on her suit jacket, adjusting her bra so that she didn’t have too much cleavage out or end up with a wardrobe malfunction. Buttoning her jacket she walked over to her dresser and grabbed her blood-red lipstick before she answered.

“Yes, and I have a bad feeling about it. You know Xavier’s going to be there and I don’t need a dick measuring contest at the fundraiser.”

The fundraiser in question was a haunted house and escape room hosted by the BSU to raise money and increase campus involvement. Mostly everyone was involved in some way, with Amira deciding to take on an administrative role and make sure they stayed within their budget while giving a fun night. So far they’d raised almost two-thousand dollars in advance tickets, expecting at least another 500 at the door.

As Amira got ready to tell her roommate what could go wrong her phone rang, signaling a video call from her siblings. After applying a quick coat of her lipstick she answered, grinning when she was met with the faces of her older siblings.

“Well hello, titties!” Francois said with a snicker.

Amira snorted a laugh before shooting back, “You mad you ain’t got these titties, I understand.”

Lucy cackled in the background before leaving the room to get her shoes, leaving the three to talk. Jonathan spoke next.

“You both look like religious spoopy thots, there’s no competition.”

Both Amira and Francois smiled at that before they were interrupted by the familiar stern voice of their father.

“If you three are done, tell your sister that we’re outside.”

Amira chuckled before propping her phone up and checking her hair, curly tresses currently under a straight jet black wig that stopped in the middle of her back. She grabbed her white choker and secured it to her throat, silver cross laying beautifully in the center of her clavicle as she yelled to let Lucy know her family was downstairs waiting. Grabbing her black open-toe stilettos and putting them on, Amira disconnected the call and grabbed her clutch before stepping out of her room.

The rest of the Lectors waited downstairs in the lobby, ready to see their youngest in person. Francois was clad in a slutty nun costume, which was comprised of a black latex bodysuit with a white cross on the chest and matching fake habit adorning their head along with white thigh-high boots while Jonathan was dressed as a possessed catholic bishop. He sported an all-black suit with a black shirt that was open at the top three buttons, revealing more of his pale skin while his hair was dyed black at the roots and red throughout. His belt was cinched around his jacket just enough to reveal his tapered waist, topping the costume off with a red patch on the cuff of his sleeve and a silver cross pendant that stopped just past the fourth button of his shirt. Their parents opted for a classic Dracula and his wives costume, looking as if they stepped out of Bram Stoker’s movie or even the modern version of Van Helsing. When the elevator opened Amira and Lucy stepped out, the former dressed as a priest and the latter as an undead maid since she was going to be in the haunted house. 

Before she could sneak up on them Diana ran over and hugged her daughter with a happy squeal. What followed was more hugs from the rest of her family, a reintroduction to Lucy, and a quick catch-up before they left for the festivities.

…

Once they were at the fundraiser Lucy went into the house with the others so they could get into their designated places before everything opened. Amira was talking with her family when Xavier walked by, offering an awkward wave that was met with an eye roll and Francois flipping him off. He sighed as he made his way into the house, making a mental note to try and talk to Amira soon.

After their parents went to see what else was going on for the night, Amira turned to Francois to say something only to be met with a sight of a man approaching them followed by a loud string of Quebecois curses leaving her oldest brother’s mouth plus a push past her and Jonathan to meet him halfway. She looked at her other brother for a moment before realization dawned on her.

“That’s Felix, isn’t it…”

“Yup.”

“We should probably go over there before Fran strangles him.”

“Probably.”

With that, they followed Francois who was just about to scream at the towering male only stopped by Amira jumping in front of them.

“Oi, you stalking my brother?”

Felix looked down at her, blue eyes meeting brown ones as Francois was behind her stewing.

“Actually, I was invited. Imagine my surprise when a lovely woman told me you all would be here!”

“A woman?! Who-...did she have a Jamaican accent?”

Felix nodded and Amira burst into a fit of laughter as Francois now turned away to find their parents, specifically their mother given how they shrieked for her loud enough to be heard 2 blocks away. Jonathan was laughing with Amira, the two of them wheezing and coughing at this point at the realization that Pauline had tipped Felix off so he’d come. Once they caught their breath Amira took the 6’6 man by the arm and steered him in the direction of where Francois had stormed off to.

“Let’s go big man, I don’t wanna miss this,” she said as the sounds of Francois and Pauline’s voices grew louder, now arguing in full-blown Patois.

...

After finally calming things down between Francois and Pauline, Amira went back to help some of her fellow BSU members do last-minute touches to the vending stands. While she was talking to one of the workers at the popcorn stand she heard another one gasp before pointing towards a figure behind her with a look of pure shock.

“Is that Jason Momoa?!”

Amira chuckled and said goodbye to them before turning to walk towards the man in question with a smile, his werewolf costume obviously not taking much effort.

"How very original, Wolfman. You look good."

"I do, but not nearly as good as you. Are you supposed to be catholic?"

"I'm a priest! Just call me Padre," Amira remarked with a wiggle of her brows.

"Alright you two, keep your hormones in check, there are old people present," Jonathan said just as they were about to kiss, Jason giving a puzzled look to the young male that was flanked by the rest of the family.

At the sight of the six individuals plus Felix he was slightly confused for a moment until his eyes fell to Diana, immediately spotting the resemblance to Amira. Looking back to her he let out "This is your family?" with no small amount of shock.

“Yeah, everyone here is my family except for the tall Black dude. That’s Frankie’s future husband.” Amira remarked with a grin, prompting Felix’s brows to shoot up before he gave a rather sheepish smile. Francois, however, didn’t find the statement amusing.

Jason looked at Amira then her family and back to her, multiple questions swirling in his expression. Amira frowned a bit, sensing his energy shift though he quickly covered it with a nervous smile and a pleasant “nice to meet you all” towards the Lectors.

…

After some light conversation while they waited in line for the haunted house the group of nine were finally at the front getting ready to go in. The person at the door warned them of jumpscares and flashing lights, making sure to emphasize that all the participant’s costumes were well done and that if they can’t handle people jumping out and grabbing them they shouldn’t go in. Everyone agreed that they were fine and began the trek through the darkened hallways, faint screams being heard almost immediately.

While everyone went a bit ahead Jason gently pulled Amira’s arm to keep her behind with him, leaning down to quietly speak to her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a blended family?”

“Because my family isn’t blended? And is this really the time to be asking me about this? I think it can wait till after we get out of here,” she replied as they slowly walked through, Amira not being phased when someone dressed as a zombie jumped out and reached for her with a snarl.

Jason looked at her with another question that she quickly answered before it left his lips.

“My father is married to all three of them currently, and each one gave birth to myself and my brothers. Unlike in America, that’s legal up north despite being frowned upon socially.”

“Wait, so...all three of those women agreed to marry your father and live together? You don’t find that a little odd at all?”

Amira stopped in her tracks and turned to face Jason completely, her eyes turned to slits as she squinted up at him.

“What are you getting at, Jason? Just say it.”

“Well, ya know...I’ve seen stories about this kind of stuff. Men that trick women into marrying them and make them dependent on him so that they don’t leave.”

She looked at him as if she wanted to grab him and rip his tongue out of his mouth for even insinuating that her father was holding his wives hostage, but for the sake of not making a scene, she simply turned around and began to walk away.

Jason internally kicked himself and sighed as he watched her walk ahead of him, deciding to give her some space as they continued to go through the house and try not to jump at the people that came out of corners and crevices of the place. As they walked on, he got a little closer to Amira and tried to apologize for what he’d said earlier only to have someone dressed as a zombie pop out and grab at them. Before he could stop himself he punched the person on reflex, making both Amira and her family stop in their tracks as they heard a familiar voice yell out in pain before the person lifted his face and Amira felt her heart sink to her stomach.

“Xavier?!”

“Mira what the hell?! I know I fucked up but could you keep your damn bodyguard away from me??”

Jason stepped in front of her with his chest poked out in a traditional display of male ego, ready to give a rebuttal immediately.

“As her boyfriend, I suggest you back up, kid!”

Xavier looked at him for a moment, a small stream of blood trickling from his nose. He regarded Jason for a moment before pulling his fist back and catching Jason in the jaw, the crack audible enough to elicit a quick “oh shit” from Amira’s siblings in the back. Before she could stop them, they started to swing at each other and fight until they were on the floor nearly wrestling. It wasn’t until Amira yelled loud enough to wake up the dead that they stopped in their tracks.

“Alright, that’s enough! You two are grown-ass men rolling around on the floor in a fucking HAUNTED HOUSE for what?! Me? My honor?? I didn’t ask either one of you to fight for me because I don’t need either one of you dumbasses to do it!!”

They both opened their mouths to speak but were cut off by a small hand held up between them.

“I’m not finished. Now Xavier, you wanna sit here and whine and moan like because you apologized that’s supposed to just get me back or change what the fuck you did. I love you but I don’t just forgive anyone at the drop of a hat and the fact that you thought that would happen is stupid as all hell!”

Jason snorted a bit until she turned to him fully to give her a piece of her mind.

“And as for you bigfoot, you think you’re off the hook?! First, you accuse me of fucking Xavier while we’ve been together when the thought never even crossed my mind. Then, you suggest that because I’m a fucking demon I have no got damn self-control. And after all of that, you suggest to me that my father is some kind of horrible man that has to hold his wives hostage in order to keep them around!”

“Excuse me?!” was the sound that followed Amira’s statement and she looked to her family to find all three of the women in question looking at Jason with no small amount of incredulity. Without another word she shook her head and stepped over the two, moving her family towards the exit, Felix holding Francois back as they yelled and went to lunge at Jason rather violently.

Xavier shook his head and stood up before reaching down and giving Jason a hand up, noting the look of surprise on his face. He wiped the blood from his nose on his sleeve and eyed Jason warily before finally speaking, the pain in his voice clear.

“Listen, Amira is a great person and an amazing partner. I can only hope that one day I’ll earn her trust back but until then make sure she’s happy, yeah?”

“I hear you, bro. Also, I’m sorry about your nose...I swear I was just reacting.”

“Honestly I had it coming so don’t even worry about it. Plus it’s already healed with me not being human and all,” Xavier said with a dry chuckle.

Jason extended his hand for a shake and Xavier accepted, the two coming to a bit of an understanding before Jason would leave to try and catch up to Amira and properly apologize to both her and her family.

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VOODOO's liner notes, written by Saul Williams.

To be the son of a preacher man was once African American cultural royalty. As traditional churches have grown empty many of us have been left to wander these haunted castles like that displaced Prince of Denmark, contemplating the paths of our mothers: that electric lady that landed us here in the first place. The Aquarian Age is a matriarchal age, and if we are to exist as men in this new world many of us must learn to embrace and nuture that which is feminine with all of our hearts (he-arts). But is there any room for artistry in hip hop’s decadent man-sion? Have we walked our Timberlands soleless…soul-less? When you pour that wine on the ground in that video shoot that has become your life will you be ready to hear the voice that pours from the bottle to inebriate the very ground on which we walk? It is libations such as these that are the start of every voodoo ceremony. And let us not forget that that is why we have come.

We have come in the name of Jimi, Sly, Marvin, Stevie, all artists formerly known as spirits and all spirits formerly known as stars. We have come in the tradition of burning bushes, burning ghettos, burning splifs, and the ever-burning candles of our bedrooms and silent chambers. We have come bearing instruments and our voices: Falsetto and baritone, percussion and horns. We have come adorned in the apparel of the anointed: leather and feathers, jeans and t-shirts, linen and cashmere, and even polyester. We have come to seduce and serenade the night and the powers of darkness. We speak of darkness, not as ignorance, but as the unknown and the mysterious of the unseen.

Envision this: a lone man in a haunted room surrounded by glowing instructments. What sounds are evoked from a room where Jimi once slept? What are the rewards of those who tend to their God-given talents as they would have the Creator tend to their spirits and daily lives? What happens when the artist becomes the conjur man? These are questions that seem to be null and void in the face of all the glitter and glamour that has dominated most successful Black artistry of recent years. We seem to be more preoccupied with cultivating our bank accounts than cultivating our crafts. Nowadays, I find my peers more inspired by an artist’s business tactics than their artistry. In fact, we do not seem to mind an artistry that suffers in the face of seemingly good business. More artists seem to yearn to own their own labels, etc., than they seem to yearn to master their crafts. No, we cannot allow any more Bessie Smiths to occur, but once an artist owns their own publishing the question then becomes, what are you going to publish? Of course, I am using the word “artist” loosely. I, personally, believe in an art as it exists in the context of the phrase “thou art God”. In this phrase, art is the word that connects the individual (thou) to their higher self (God) or to that which is universal. Using such a standard, most emcees might become embarrassed.

Whoa! Why am I attacking hip hop? ‘Cause I’m a lyricist, son, a lyricist that has had to serve as his own inspiration when most of my peers seem to idolize Donald Trump more than Sly Stone, when they don’t seem to realize that Jimi Hendrix was and is a sonic Bill gates. Oh shit, don’t make me call no names.

Now, you may ask, “Well what does this have to do with D’Angelo?” My answer: Inspiration. Here is a peer that is focused wholly on his craft and has given himself the challenge of bettering himself. I mean really, D could have come out with any ol’ follow-up album after Brown Sugar dropped so that he could double his sales “While he’s still hot.” You know, an album that sounds just like Brown Sugar, uses all the same formulas, so that audiences don’t have to think ….or grown, they just keep liking the same shit. He could even sample songs that you’re already familiar with so that you don’t have to go through the “hard work” of getting used to a new melody or bass line. Y’all don’t hear me.

You might respond, “Lyrics? Yo, I can’t even understand half the shit that D’Angelo be saying. That nigga sounds like Bobby McFerrin on opium.” And I’d say, “You’re right. Neither can I. But I am drawn to figure out what it is that he’s saying. His vocal collaging intrigues me.” Or you might say, “But his shit don’t sound all that original, he just sounds like he’s trying to be Prince or some shit.” And I’d say, maybe you’re right. At times he does. We often study the breathing techniques of our inspirations (inspire means to breathe in or to make breath, inhale). And that’s also true for most of you, emcees. I mean, don’t ¾ of y’all niggas sound like NAS? The difference is that D’Angelo has allowed influence to simply take its place among his own intuitive artistry. He works to find his own voice within his many influences. I’d pay to see Prince’s face as he listens to this album (Ahmir, ? of The Roots, said that the Artist lets Black people call him Prince). Do you think he’d feel robbed or inspired? My opinion, over the years as I’ve sat in countless conversations about why it is that the Artist puts out half the shit he does (you know the half I’m talking about) is because he lacks any new inspiration. Once again an artist is faced with the reality of having to serve as their own inspiration after they have worn out all their Sly, Jimi, Marvin, Stevie ( I do not mean to ignore the many inspirational female singers, I’m just making a point as regards this male vocalist)…

Damn, is there any way to speak of that which is feminine without having masculinity right in the middle of it? Female. Woman. Unless, of course, these words came first and we later dervied male and man from them. Somehow, I doubt that. We need a new language to go along with this new age. And a new music.

Thus, we have come. As we prepare to journey, we must decide which elements of our sonic past we are going to pack to carry with us into this new day this new sound. The distilled ambiance of an Al Green song, the ambiguous sexual majesty of a Prince song, the creative genius of Stevie Wonder…D’Angelo has made his choices, carefully weaving them into his character, and has courageously stepped into the void bearing these sonic offerings to be delivered to the beckoning goddess of the new age. I do not wish to overly dissect this album. It’s true dissection occurs in how it seeps into your life shapes your moments. What you were doing when you realized he was saying this or that? How it played softly in the back ground when you first saw him or her. How you kept it on repeat on that special night. You’ll see. These songs are incantations, testaments of artistry, confessions of an Aquarius as he steps into his own. ---text written by Saul Williams