melaninspice11

[melaninspice11]

dump of my favorite marine biology memes 🦑🐠🦈🪸

[melaninspice11]

dump of my favorite marine biology memes 🦑🐠🦈🪸

[melaninspice11]

x

[melaninspice11]

[melaninspice11]

Some ignorant fatphobic Black woman on Blue Ivy’s internet...

….called Lizzo a mammy and said that she makes music for the white gaze.

First of all, that raggedy Pickmeisha is wrong. She even posted an old ass Donald Bogle book to try to back it up. Lizzo has never done anything that fits the stereotypical known criteria of what a mammy is. The issue is fatphobia and the hatred of fat Black women taking up space and snatching joy for themselves and being sexual just like all the skinny and “acceptable” thin bodies used to market everything every day in every media.

It wasn’t until the early 1900′s that fat bodies became hated by society because of former enslaved Black people being used as a scapegoat for white racism. Fatness, dark skin, and Black features became anathema to society globally. If one looks back at classical art and sculptures, big ole Rubenesque bodies were the jam, a sign of health, vitality, beauty, status. But then Black people took up space. Goal posts were moved.

Lizzo is a pop star. She makes pop music.

You know who else made/makes pop music?

Michael Jackson. Whitney Houston.Beyonce. And so many other Black artists.

The issue is, people don’t like to see fat Black women happy, confident, sexy, and thriving.

It’s okay to not like Lizzo’s music. Just say that and mind ya business. But to call her a mammy because you feel that fat Black women should just be Martha Wash and stay in the background…fuck you.

Look at Lizzo, giving people childhood homage to the Muses, and paying homage to Black women guitar players in her new video.

Where do you see a mammy?

Where?

We got these coon rappers out here disrespecting Black women, Black Queers, and Black children, but you fix your lips to talk trash about Lizzo. Lizzo?! Someone who just wants to share joy and have people shake ass like Megan, Doja, and Cardi for fun.

In the spirit of Blackness, I proclaim that some of you ignorant negroes need to be left behind. And that means a lot of Black women. I have no problem with that.

[melaninspice11]

Let’s really talk about why the world hates Black women who shine for themselves...

This society in particular (and the world in general) does not like confident Black women having joy in expressing their talents, beauty, self-confidence, and sexuality.

Black women historically have been relegated to the bottom of the barrel in all things, and society expects us to grovel there and be grateful for any positive attention we get to our detriment. Black women have also been taught to be anti-Black against themselves by employing tactics to quiet other Black women who take up too much space. Black women who display “too muchness”are attacked through misogynoir, colorism, featurism, class, homophobia, and fatphobia.

The world wants Black women to stay humble, quiet, and in a perpetual state of background fodder. We are the punchlines of jokes. Killed at alarming rates more than  non-Black counterparts. Our infant mortality rates and death to hospital negligence is legion. We are both the most educated/over-educated. We buy the most books. We prop up billion-dollar industries with our consumption of goods. We set the trends in all culture from music to fashion.

And yet.

We are shit on if we big up ourselves. Love on ourselves.

The reality is. We are the mules of the world. And when we stop muling for other people (White folks, Black cis-het men, non-Black Pocs), then we become the problem. When we focus all that love, attention and care upon ourselves, we become the enemy to be ridiculed and put back in our place. Our people-pleasing life-time training presented as survival has failed us.

Think about it. Every Black woman entertainer, educator, politician, around the way Sis who started out doing things for the culture, but eventually embraced their own confident self-worth, the hound dogs were let loose to track us down and kill that spirit. The moment we centered ourselves…the haters and dream-killers come out.

Keep reading

[melaninspice11]

[melaninspice11]

Good boy

[melaninspice11]

in porn, gangbangs are always so rough and degrading and hard. where’s my soft gangbangs???? where all the guys call the girl cute pet names and actually try to make her cum and check in with her to see how she’s doing. they tell her she’s so pretty and she’s doing so well for them and making them feel so good and they just adore her okay. find me that porn.

[melaninspice11]

I love this song!

[melaninspice11]

Lets not get it twisted...

[melaninspice11]

ah fuck my job this summer got canceled officially

[melaninspice11]

The Letter

A/N: Hey Lovelies! This was a quick something I made after seeing this picture this morning! Enjoy!

Luh Y’all!

XOXO,

Deaysha

“Baby, I miss you,” he wrote across the top of the page, his eyes fluttering with the heaviness of merely writing the words, knowing the weight of saying them would carry so much more.

“Anything beautiful I see, reminds me of you. Your hair, your soft skin, your sweet scent, especially when you use that body cream I like, the one where I bought 20 different creams to try to find that exact match to replace it. I miss your hands. The subtle sweet touch you would give me in passing, the grips you’d have when I was...whew, let me not write that. Don’t want any nosey birds aka your offspring to get scarred for life reading what they not supposed to.” He writes, contemplating erasing the last part, maybe not wanting to mention the kids in this love letter.

“Fuck it, I want you here. It may be selfish and its fucking terrible and frightening to have you out here with me again but it doesn't feel the same without you. I’m not the same. A mere shell of the man that I am with you. I know you would want to cheer me up, go to the gun range with me and blow off some steam. Drink a few pints of beer, you with the sweetest drink they had, as we laugh and drink and laugh and drink. Till you give me those deep brown almond bedroom eyes, then I have to take you to the bathroom or out back right quick to handle all that you worked up in me. You sure as hell can shoot. Never missed a target and yes I’m still jealous. Its unfair how much you make me need you and yes damnit I’m mad about it.” He says, verbalizing his internal struggles letting his mind wander to his mental images of her.

“Come back with me. I sound crazy and I know you’re looking after our precious babies but I need to be selfish because I need you. The shit I see, Baby I just.... I need you here. Please? Just consider it ...even if you want to scream and fuss at me for even saying it...Mmm the times when you would fuss and I would fuck the attitude right out of you. Yeah Imma need more of those sexy pictures of you too. These do the job but I want more of you... I think this will be my last tour, Babe. Wait let me not say it like that. Its nothing morbid I just want to retire. Sorry if I scared you with that, I know how you worry.

Please don’t panic. It will all be okay, Sweetheart. God got us. I knew that the day he brought me you.” His foot begins to tap against the floor, as his weak smile fades.

“Baby, I’m scared. I hate to talk like this and I hate to be like this but I promised you all of me and I wouldn’t be living my vows if I didn’t. I swear I don’t want you to worry, Mama, but shit is getting to me. Say an extra little prayer for me, okay? I know you’re gonna Facetime me soon and I will look in your eyes and want to collapse into you but I won’t. I will laugh and do all the things but show you that part of me. I don’t want you to see me broken even though I know its the only way for me to fix it.” His phone rings as tears stain the paper. Smiling at his wife her always knowing truly when he needed her the most, he wipes his eyes, trying to collect himself before answering. Picking up his pen again, not quite ready to see you face to face.

“Here you go reading my mind again, popping up on FaceTime. How did I get so blessed? Only God knows because I sure don’t. I know if I did everything right in my life, which obviously I didn’t, I would never live up to deserving you. I know you’re gonna try to or actually punch me in my face when you read this. I am being honest with you Baby, just with a little delay. I don’t want that fear in your eyes that heavy and I’m not there to help take it away. I don’t want to create a problem I can’t fix. So if you curse me out, or hit me, I will be there physically to soothe you, wipe those tears and find a better way to channel that aggression.

Crazy part is, I think you already know how I feel when I talk to you. You have this sixth sense where you truly know all my thoughts, you just let me believe that you don’t know. I don’t know how, but even without me telling you, you find a way to give me exactly what I need in the moment. As you always tell me, “this too shall pass” I know it will. We kinda in some deep shit right now and I ain’t gonna lie, it’s crazy out here but that’s not the main source of my fear. My fear is being this far from you. Missing something big with you or the kids, feeling like I’m half assing being a husband and a father. If the other little kids are like Mari you don’t have a dad, that would gut punch me to the floor. Y'all all I got Baby, and I’m not doing my true duty not being there with you.

It took me a minute to realize it but I know that now. I know, you’re Superwoman and you can truly handle the world on your shoulders but its me who can’t handle it. I ain't a punk, I can admit my woman is stronger than me, cause damnit you are! From all that you do and the badass you are, I commend you. Who knew the girl in third grade who used to grind me up all the time at the playground would turn to sneaking kisses in middle school and fucking under the bleachers in high school to fucking on the low low while in active duty to being my wife and everything? Fuck that shit, the second I can get on a plane to stay home permanently, I’m doing it. Don’t try to talk me out of it either, I’m truly over this phase in my life.

I wanna wake up next to that beautiful face every day. Do those push up challenges against you and with you and Mari and Micah on my back. To laugh and play with y’all everyday. Let me make this short before I raise suspicion and not call you back in enough time. Little mama, I love you. My heart yearns for you. You are my sun, moon, and the stars and I give my all to you. I feel better with writing the letter and when you read this, wipe those tears, run a good bath, turn on that playlist I made you and just feel my love, till I come home and can show you.

See you later.

With all my heart,

Trevante”

He ends the letter drawing a heart near his signature, folding it up, placing it in the envelope and sealing it. He gives it a kiss and a spritz of his cologne before he mails it off. Quickly checking in the mirror and wiping his face, he goes back to his bed, abandoning his shirt to give her a little chest action, get them hormones jumping and maybe a little chance of putting them back down if he was lucky. He clicks her contact and patiently awaits her answer.

“I don’t know who you think you are making me wait to talk to you but you better have good damn reason Rhodes!” She smirks into the camera.

“That’s right, good bleep reason Daddy!” Mari jumps into the camera.

“Hush your face!” Both say in unison as they smile and shake their heads.

“How you doing Daddy Sir Daddy?” Micah shouts, climbing on top of his mother and sister and giving him his best toothless salute. Trevante hesitates for a second, taking it all in, his bleeding heart now full once again. With a deeply set smile, he says,

“I’m Good.”

———

If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know! Don’t forget to COMMENT if you enjoyed it!

@thehomierobbstark @kemkem101 @girldrug @ikeea-world @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @amelatonin @shookmcgookqueen @twistedcharismaaa @ghostfacekill-monger @artsninspo @soulfood-fics @soufcakmistress @middlegroundd @raysunshine78 @melaninspice11 @killmongersbabymama @cherrystainedlipsbaby @essaysbyciara @nickidub718 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @notsomellowmushroom @tip222u @uzumaki-rebellion @palmstreesallday @aislinnsilver @bugngiz @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @ljstraightnochaser @regular-biitch @sociallyawkward18 @xo-goldengirl @ladye103 @aanairb @bidibidibombaclaat @highlifeflylife @unholyxcumbucket @endlessmockery @crushed-pink-petals @quietpoeticheart @honeytoffee @thickemadame @doublesidedscoobysnacks @amirra88

[melaninspice11]

Thanks for tagging me in this I love music

My Playlists!

For anyone asking about most of the songs I put on my stories, Here is their home!

For all the groovy goodies:

For the ultimate vibes:

My own personal favs:

More on Grown vibes:

More on the Sensual/Sexual Side:

Inspired by a one shot almost finished called Wildin’:

For the Ratchets out there!!

Check them out and let me know if yall like them!!

@thehomierobbstark @kemkem101 @girldrug @ikeea-world @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @amelatonin @shookmcgookqueen @twistedcharismaaa @ghostfacekill-monger @artsninspo @soulfood-fics @soufcakmistress @middlegroundd @raysunshine78 @melaninspice11 @creolemimi @cherrystainedlipsbaby @essaysbyciara @nickidub718 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @notsomellowmushroom @tip222u @uzumaki-rebellion @palmstreesallday @aislinnsilver @bugngiz @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @ljstraightnochaser @regular-biitch @sociallyawkward18 @xo-goldengirl @ladye103 @aanairb @bidibidibombaclaat @highlifeflylife @unholyxcumbucket @endlessmockery @crushed-pink-petals @quietpoeticheart @honeytoffee @thickemadame @doublesidedscoobysnacks @amirra88

[melaninspice11]

“Empowered” by Madli

[melaninspice11]

Food-4-All

Chapter 2: New Discoveries

A/N: Hey Y’all! Here is Chapter 2 of our combined fic, @twistedcharismaaa @soulfood-fics @ghostfacekill-monger ! Follow all of us if you want to see the whole story with no interruptions!

Here is the Masterlist!

Enjoy!

XOXO,

Deaysha

Lightly jogging on the treadmill, currently slowing down to more of a speed walk, Deaysha gets a text from her coworker Nya.

“Girl did you know Corporate is coming today? Should we actually wear the uniform?” The text reads as Deaysha’s eyes grew so big she had to catch herself from falling.

She left Erik’s place literally an hour ago to get a good morning workout before work and this Bitch had the nerve to not tell her Corporate was coming today, after he laid up with her all night! Triflin niggas!

“I’m beyond pissed. When did you find out they were coming and who told you? And fuck that shit, I’m wearing my usual. They can kiss my black ass and some if they have a problem,” she replies back, wiping down the machine and returning to the locker room.

Mid shower, she ponders what in the world led her here. A college degree, 27, Customer Service Manager at the most ain't shit grocery store she had ever seen, still living with her parents, and putting up with trashy fuck niggas who shares the community peen with seemingly everybody. This was never how she saw herself by now but for some reason, she couldn’t think of how to fix it, or the specifics of the good life she wanted, just knowing that she wanted better was all she had thus far. Hopefully that is enough, she thought to herself.

Deciding to grab a quick drink at Starbucks to hopefully mellow her mood before going to clown town, Deaysha stands in the semi long line, somewhat dazed, thinking of vacation spots, both foreign and domestic. She always wanted to travel but never had anyone to go with her. Maybe she should start going by herself. Only after saving up for this apartment, then she can have a substantial goal completed, making room for more. Breaking her from her daze, she receives a text from This Nigga.

“Oh btw Corporate is coming this morning. Can’t wait to see that ass in that tight suit. Might even bend you over the desk when they leave,” he writes. She chose to ignore it, since it was 30 minutes before she would have to arrive for work and she didn’t feel like getting aggravated again. Inconsiderate Bastard! Just as her mind goes into another tailspin, it was her turn at the register.

“Good Morning! Do you want the usual Iced Matcha Latte with Vanilla Flavoring,” the barista asks.

“No, I think I need the real deal today. People might try to stress me out so I think I’m gonna need quick professional clap back ability and I can only do that with coffee. Can I get an Iced Mocha Latte with extra whipped cream and a little caramel drizzle,” she says.

“Wow, they must really be stressing you out. Hopefully it gets better,” the barista adds, swiping her card and writing her name on the cup.

“Same here girl,” Deaysha says looking back to her phone before feeling a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me but I believe you dropped this,” a tall sexy chocolate man says, holding her earring, almost causing her to drop her phone.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much! These were my grandmother’s. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost them,” she says putting her earring back in and securing it tightly.

“Oh I understand, this was Gram’s too,” he says lifting a gold chain with a ruby ring on it from under his shirt. “Gotta carry them with you everywhere, right?” he says with a nostalgic smile.

“Yup. Please let me pay for your coffee as thanks for finding my earring. It really means a lot and I’m very grateful,” Deaysha says trying to offer her card to the barista which he gently blocks.

“No, that’s not necessary. You having a good stress free day and keeping that beautiful smile on your face is payment enough,” he says, making her blush.

“I can’t make any promises but I will try. Have a good one,” she waves goodbye as she picks up her drink, wondering if she maybe should have tried to get his digits. He was the type of good guy energy she probably needed in her life. Ugh too many decisions!

————

Even pulling into the Food-4-All parking lot irritated her. Trying to barrel straight to her office without seeing anyone was obviously a fail as she saw Mr. Krusty Clown’s ass immediately when she walked in. Usually at work they barely have any interaction just to keep nosy bitches away but this time she had no choice but to give him pure hell in her eyes until she had a moment to curse his ass out for the stunt he pulled today. She thinks he got the memo since his face went from a dumbass grin to neutral dumbass.

Finally in her office, after gathering all of the sales files and the few reports of stolen funds onto her desk, she breaths a sigh of relief that was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she says, flattening her outfit, standing in front of her desk. Erik enters first, causing her face to subtly twitch before she returns it to a polite smile. A tall man with a friendly smile enters, followed by a man with stockier build, he gave a half forced smile so he’s definitely gonna be a trip, then lastly, her eyes widen as she sees the handsome guy from the coffee shop. A real smile graces her face and relaxes her cheeks as he flashes his perfectly white teeth before giving a wave. Of course leave it to Erik to rudely interrupt the little moment of happiness in this bleak ass place with clearing his throat.

“Gentlemen, Deaysha here is our amazing Customer Service Manager. She keeps things flowing and is the backbone of our store. She’s probably ready to kill me since her workload has doubled with Jenny being gone but she’s so great, I know she can handle it,” he says laughing. She takes a deep breath and plasters a smile back on her face, keeping her from rolling her eyes.

“Nice to meet you all,” she says as she shakes each of their hands, nodding and smiling as they introduce themselves, resisting the urge to look too long in the handsome stranger’s eyes.

“I thought the uniform for managers was a blue polo and apron?” Winston asks Aldis, knowing too damn well he was speaking too loudly to be whispering.

“Excuse Me? Pardon, I didn’t hear you,” Deaysha says with a measured tone, eyes squinting and lips tightly pursed, already tired of the bullshit, as wide eyed Erik looks to her immediately, gauging her level of irritation, knowing the last time he tried to check her for anything, she verbally and physically beat his ass.

“I had a question about the manager’s uniform. Are you out of proper attire today or is this an every day occurrence?” Winston chides with a smug look.

“I’ve received prior approval to wear my black business suit and blue button down shirt from the Store Manager and also it has improved our Customer Conflict Resolution by over 70%, which has beaten all of the Food-4-All stores on the East Coast. The store even received an award for it, I believe,” Deaysha doesn’t skip a beat, tilting her head to the side with a biting smile. Even Trevante had to smile and turn his head from the shame of that shut down.

“Yes, our girl Dee Dee saves our asses on many fronts and we are so grateful for it,” Erik says, slithering his way over to her and snaking an arm around her waist from the side, inviting the attention of everyone. She slinks away from his grasp, with a death grip on his wrist as she removed it, a forced smile and deadly sharp eyes, returning her attention to the rest of Corporate’s wave of shenanigans.

“Well, that’s more than efficient enough for me and what we’re here for and we love to see Employees adding to the brand, so on behalf of Corporate, we thank you as well” Aldis interjects with a genuine smile.

“Trevante here will be your new Assistant Customer Service Manager, beginning tomorrow” Winston says getting back to business as Erik gives the usual dumbass grin, once again thinking he has helped a situation when most likely he’s fucked it all the way up.

“I may be wrong but I thought I would be involved in the hiring process since we had some difficulty in filling the role and full job description previously and I was the one that had to make up for their incompetence,” Deaysha squints her eyes, slightly tilting her head to the side as she peered at all of the men before her. These actions and her tone the only way to professionally convey her true WTF response.

“We as Corporate felt we needed to appoint someone, a little more privy to our way of thinking,” Winston’s nonchalance accented by the condescending tone was definitely tap dancing on Deaysha’s last nerve. Just as she was about to serve a side-eyeing shade-filled professional rebuttal, Trevante chimes in.

“How about if I start right now? You can let me know all of your expectations for the position right off the back and I can begin to help take some of the load off. I don’t mind missing a few meetings,” he says, his debonair smile not even making Deaysha take a second look in his direction. Mad was an understatement.

“Nah, we can finish what we were doing and you can start tomorrow,” Erik says abruptly, clearly lowering his voice to a deeper tone, poking his chest out, not liking the look or the inviting body language Trevante was giving Deaysha.

“No, I think starting today would work out well actually. She can direct in what she knows the store needs and we can start earlier in getting a handle on things. Losing 40 employees and about $4,000 monthly in employee related theft will not be resolved overnight, so best to get the show on the road. A win win for everyone,” Aldis interjects, effectively ending the conversation as the other three men exit the room, Erik mean mugging over his shoulder as he closes the door behind them.

————

A touch of awkward silence filled the room before Deaysha spoke.

“Well I guess I should start with the tour and show you around,” she says, opening the door and leading the way, trying to let the annoyance roll off of her like water.

“Who knew I was turning down a coffee from the boss this morning? Had I known, maybe I would’ve accepted,” Trevante smiles showing all of his dazzling white teeth, his charm almost magnetic.

“I hope you know I don’t particularly respond well to brown nosing. That was normal Deaysha this morning, but in here I’m the Boss” she says with a pointed look, unable to hide the smize in her eyes as she looks up at his handsome face.

“Deaysha, glad to see you, I need you for...oh shoot, Hey Trevante!” Charisma cheeses with warm wide eyes, completely forgetting what she had to say as she gets lost in his powerful piercing eyes, as expected.

“Nice seeing you again Charisma, when we’re finished the tour could you walk me through your day to day just so I can get the full scope of things?” he asks and she nods in agreement with the brightest smile.

“Sure can do Boss,” she says waving as she returns to the front, no doubt filling Shakira in on the little rendezvous.

“You’re looking like a natural already,” Deaysha slightly smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“This store has its full share but, I think I am actually going to like working here,” he responds, the attentive way he maintained perfect eye contact made her feel a way as she works to avoid his gaze all together.

———-

Deaysha continues showing him around, introducing him to staff he hadn’t met yet, further expanding on expectations of the position, never breaking from the slightly closed off professional she is. As he begins setting up his desk, currently set up in her office for the time being, he clears his throat before speaking.

“Do you prefer to be referred to as Deaysha or Dee Dee? I just want to clar...,” he says before getting cut off.

“Deaysha only please! I hate the name Dee Dee with a burning passion or non previously invited nicknames, I’m not a fan,” she says finally relaxing her posture and sitting back in her chair, the first time she’s taken a full deep breath all day.

“Noted. Looking at these reports, we and Corporate have our hands full,” he smiles, sitting back in his chair as well and folding his hands.

“You don’t even know the half of it!”

—————

Don’t forget to COMMENT if you enjoyed it!!!! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!!

@thehomierobbstark @kemkem101 @girldrug @ikeea-world @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @amelatonin @shookmcgookqueen @twistedcharismaaa @ghostfacekill-monger @artsninspo @soulfood-fics @soufcakmistress @middlegroundd @raysunshine78 @melaninspice11 @killmongersbaby @cherrystainedlipsbaby @essaysbyciara @nickidub718 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @notsomellowmushroom @tip222u @uzumaki-rebellion @palmstreesallday @aislinnsilver @bugngiz @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @ljstraightnochaser @quietstorm-73 @regular-biitch @sociallyawkward18 @xo-goldengirl @ladye103 @aanairb @bidibidibombaclaat @highlifeflylife @unholyxcumbucket @endlessmockery @crushed-pink-petals @quietpoeticheart @honeytoffee @thickemadame @doublesidedscoobysnacks @amirra88 @queenbetter @sugarbby99

[melaninspice11]

Girl I wasn’t ready!

Night Owl 🦉- Part 12

Previous Adds: Masterlist

A/N: More of the cute couple! Hopefully y’all like it! COMMENT and Enjoy!!

XOXO,

Deaysha

“I fucking hate you yo.” Deaysha rolls her eyes as Trevante pulls off, heading to his apartment.

“We both know thats a lie,” he quips, coolly rolling the steering wheel in one hand as he made his turn, grin the size of Texas plastered across his face, deepening by the second.

“It’s the truth! Got me out here looking like I jumped cooch first into a kiddie pool, like I got on a whole damn wet diaper,” she smiles begrudgingly as he laughs so hard it brings tears to his eyes. Cutting her eyes at him, he collects himself a little.

“That was all your own doing. You’ll be alright. Maybe one day you will learn some act right,” he says, staring at the road ahead while licking his lips.

“But did you have to turn up on me like that? Was that totally necessary? Huh, Big Daddy?” she mewls, her voice purring like a kitten as she lightly ran her fingertips down his arm. He squints a glance her way. They just got together and she was already trying to have him wound tight around her finger. Pussy whipped without even penetration. The audacity.

“Uhn uhn! Don’t be using that voice on me like I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” he says, shaking his head and putting her hand back on her lap.

“And what would that be, Baby?” She leans over, whispering into his ear before licking the side of his face then sitting back in her seat with a sly smile plastered from ear to ear.

“Tommie,” He calls calmly, his eyes never wavering from the road.

“Yesss,” she moans, arching her back in her seat and spreading her legs, watching him get madder and madder by the second, smiling in amusement.

“I’m trying to be patient but I don’t think you’re gonna be satisfied till I’m balls deep in your guts, babygirl, which might be sooner than you were expecting because you been playing hella games with me lately. You want me to put you over my knee again? You stay acting out, wit ya bratty ass,” he continues as he pulls into the parking space before cutting off the ignition.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m on my best behavior. Now if you could be a dear and use that big body of yours and shield me again, that would be perf,” she smiles, looking back at him, crossing her legs, with her hands folded on her lap.

Partly proving a point and partly for pure entertainment, he rolls his eyes, gets out of the car, and walks to the door of his building, leaving her to walk in broad daylight in all of her stained pants glory. Before he could even let out a good laugh, she was already cursing him out. When she sits back in the passenger seat, arms folded, lips in a resolute pout, he decides to walk back over.

“You done?” He asks, voice dripping with sarcasm as he opens her door. Pursing her lips, she scowls at him. Unable to get enough of her sexy defiant ass, he lifts her chin, bringing his lips to meet hers. Just as the kiss was about to deepen, Deaysha turns her head.

“I’m not talking to you,” she says barely above a whisper, turning back to him, biting the edge of her lip as she looks into his eyes.

“You better be talking to me,” he gruffs, taking her chin in his hand yet again before tilting his head to the side and sliding his tongue over hers. He wraps his lips around her plump bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands begin to roam. From around her waist, feeling her plush velvety soft skin, to her lower back, before palming both sides of her ass. He seals the space between them with every capture and release of their lips until he slowly pulls away, feeling a bit of tightness in his pants.

“Now, bring your pretty ass on,” he extends his hand as he backs away, not even trying to fight off the biggest and brightest smile, with all 32 teeth in full display, currently plastered across his face after she wraps her arms around his waist, walking and hugging him from behind.

—————

“What are you wearing to the party?” He asks, as they walk into his apartment.

“It’s a costume party, you will see when you see me there! What time you gotta be there?” she asks, looking back at him as she rids herself of her pants, loving the fact that his roommate is literally never home.

“Probably late honestly, I’m just going for appearances. I don’t really have to be there,” he says licking his lips and checking her out, loving the way her juicy ass was swallowing those lace panties.

“Okay, I'm going with the girls, just to let you know,” she says, going to his room to get a pair of his sweatpants.

“Yeah but you’re coming home with me!” He shouts from the kitchen, looking in the cabinets to see what’s to eat.

“You sure love to tell me what to do, Mister Man,” she says, the way she almost had to hop to get the pants up past her thick thighs and hips making him salivate.

“Yes, because you know you want to listen to Daddy. That’s why you usually do, until you want to play with me just to get what you want. You not slick Tommie,” he nods his head with a smirk as he looks in the cabinets.

“Actually I don’t like to listen. I just don’t want to be naked for all the world to see, like I’m quite sure you would have me all the time,” she says, washing her hands in the sink next to him.

“You damn right little mama. Plus I know deep down what you want and need. Trust and believe I know a true freak when I see one! When you peeped around that corner in the hall that day, I was like no need in playing the side line, come get on your knees and slob on this knob too,” he says, smacking her ass, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek.

“Since you think you know so much, what do you think I want you to tell me to do right now? Huh?” She says, placing her hand softly on his chest, turning around and looking him in the eyes with a grin of her own.

“You can start by taking them clothes off,” he says, watching her to see where this goes.

“Okay,” she says, backing a few feet away from him. First grabbing the hem of her shirt and sliding it above her head.

“Slow...go slow,” he commands, leaning back on the counter, watching intently. She begins again slowly taking in the moment. Peeling her bra straps to the side of her arms before unclasping it, letter her jiggling DDs fall, her nipples immediately hardening to the crisp cool air. Turning around and spreading her legs, she bends all the way over, hooking her fingers on the rim of her pants and panties, pulling them down painstakingly slowly, watching him lick his lips and damn near pant.

“Now what?” She says, grabbing her things and putting them on the couch, awaiting her next instruction.

Grabbing an apple from the fridge, he rinses it and takes a bite, slurping all of the juices as it runs down his chin, keeping his eyes on hers. Walking over slowly, he oogles her entire body.

“Spread your legs...wider” he instructs as he walks slowly in a circle around her.

“Aht aht, look straight ahead,” he corrects, deepening his voice and tone as he lifts her chin, watching her head stop moving and her eyes focus in front.

“Bend over....Put your hands flat on the ground...Mmm, yeah just like that,” he coaches, admiring all that ass as she jiggles it for him. Standing behind her, running his hands from her shoulders, down her back, holding her hips on his rock hard dick, pushing her back into an arch, spreading her legs further with his knees. She mewls as he places wet open kisses down her spine, making her skin tingle with anticipation.

“Stop playinggggg,” she whines as he spreads her cheeks wide only to merely blow on her pussy, teasing her to no end.

“How am I playing, babygirl?” He says, as she can feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses down her inner thighs, making her pussy damn near grip the air, from his games. Feeling impatient, she pushes back on him, throwing it so much in his face, he fell backwards from crouching down to plopping on the ground.

“Omg, you good?” She stops, turning around to him cracking up, somehow his apple still in his hand as he bellows with laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she says softly, gripping his shirt and narrowing her eyes as she straddles him.

“I would never,” he says, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flat against him, rubbing her back as he looks down into her eyes. Her cute big head snuggled against his chest with the rest of her naked body on display just for him.

“I just find it funny that Miss Perceived Innocence tried to smoother a nigga with the pussy. I ain’t mad at ya fast ass Tommie,” he says shaking his head with a smile, rubbing on the booty and grunting from the feel.

“Look Mister Man, its not my fault you couldn’t handle it! You was playing to much and I had to put it on you,” she says talking that shit as she sits up and starts grinding on him.

“You took me by surprise because for some reason I didn’t expect you to do it but trust, I can always handle it,” he licks his lips, pulling her by her neck down to him, all the while lifting his hips and pulling his pants down.

“Don’t let your eyes fall all out your head, babe. You not gonna get the hammer just yet, don’t worry,” he says seeing her eyes bulge out of her face.

“But you are about to take whatever it is that you want from me, Deaysha,” he lays back with his hands resting under his head.

“Why the name change?” She questions, looking up quizzically from planting kisses along his shoulder.

“Tommie would have taken it already,” he simply states, waiting for her next move, rubbing on the little striations of the stretch marks on her thighs while biting his bottom lip.

“First of all, you rude as hell,” she says moving his hands and rolling off of him.

“Second, we’re the same person and how dare you use my actual name against me... no get off,” she protests as he holds her from getting up, putting all his weight on top of her as he suckles her neck and holds her hands high above her head. She gasps as he lifts her thighs with his leg, curling himself around her with her mouth full of his twirling tongue. He simulates strokes as he thrusts his engorged dick between her labial folds. Squeezing their bodies even tighter together for a better hold, he goes a little faster as the air fills with their moans and groans. Releasing her lips, he sees a look of trepidation in her eyes.

“I gotchu babygirl. No slip ups, I got this,” he reassures her before pecking her chin, and slapping her clit with his meat.

“That is, unless you do want a slip up. The way this shit looking I damn sure wouldn’t be opposed,” he says licking his lips with a mischievous grin, circling the head around her entrance.

“Oh hell no! Sir, you better get it together,” she says slamming her legs shut and turning over.

“You sure that was the best decision?” He asks wrapping his hands around her hips and pulling her back to him even more than she was before.

“Trevante!” She yells as he licks and bites her shoulder, circling her nipples in his hand, the other rubbing his dick on her clit.

“I’m not gone do nothing, now shut up before I change my mind,” he gruffs, going to his room and returning with lube. He sees her eyes widen but she remains silent as he repositions himself, now kneeling as she lays on her side, applying the lube to her thighs.

“Your ass better not move much or I will for sure impale you, as you like to say,” he warns, burying himself between her thick thighs. She bit her lip as he began to pant, his grunts becoming more exaggerated as the pressure of his thrusts and his pelvis smashing into her thighs, so close to her core had her thighs clenching even more, now a wet slippery mess from the lube and his precum.

Her hand rests on his hip as she watches him chase his nut with precision. His big muscles flexing, eyes closed, clamping her legs shut as to get the maximum tightness, swearing obscenities. Seeing him throw his head back when she would tighten her thighs, she decided to try something.

“Fuckkkk,” he moans as she uses her stallion ass thighs to milk his dick. She pulls him down into a kiss as he smacks her ass. He curls behind her, melding their bodies together as he quickened the pace, and wrapped his hand around to ever lightly circle her clit.

“I swear the second I actually penetrate this pussy, I’m never gonna let you go,” he grunts in her ear, moving her hair to the side, sucking on her spot as he relentlessly pumps between her thighs, bruises forming from the grip on her hips.

“You gonna cum for me, Tommie?” He asks as she nods and sucks tightly on his thumb, feeling himself getting close, now inserting two fingers into her as he circles her clit with his other hand.

“Shitttt,” she squeals as she comes undone in his arms before he takes his dick from the tension of her luscious thighs. He pumps himself until he shoots his seed all over her lap before collapsing next to her. A few minutes pass before they turn to look at each other and they burst into laughter.

“I don’t have the slightest clue what that was, but it was fun,” she giggles, curling into him.

“You gotta get creative when all the goodies are under lock and key,” he adds, gently bringing her lips to his.

“Have you ...ever been with a virgin before?” She asks looking into his eyes, genuinely interested.

“Nope, You’re my first,” he says, gently rubbing the side of her face with his thumb, staring back into her eyes.

“Is it weird? Like, do you feel like it’s too much?” She turns to him completely, a little worried of what he might say.

“No. You do what you need till you feel comfortable. I won’t wait forever but I’m cool for now. I feel its an even trade off, my blue balls now for you not being able to walk later, its pretty even,” he says flicking her chin before kissing her lips.

“I’m about to shower, care to join me little lady?” He asks looking at the clock and rising to his feet.

“We barely got through that and now you wanna add the eroticism of a shower? Would we even make it out the same?” She asks as she takes his hand before standing up.

“Only one way to find out,” he says with a wink and his infamous smile as he leads the way.

————-

If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know! Don’t forget to COMMENT if you enjoyed it!

@thehomierobbstark @kemkem101 @girldrug @ikeea-world @chaneajoyyy @lifelover4u @amelatonin @shookmcgookqueen @twistedcharismaaa @ghostfacekill-monger @artsninspo @soulfood-fics @soufcakmistress @middlegroundd @raysunshine78 @melaninspice11 @killmongersbaby @cherrystainedlipsbaby @essaysbyciara @nickidub718 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @notsomellowmushroom @tip222u @uzumaki-rebellion @palmstreesallday @aislinnsilver @bugngiz @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @ljstraightnochaser @quietstorm-73 @regular-biitch @sociallyawkward18 @xo-goldengirl @ladye103 @aanairb @bidibidibombaclaat @highlifeflylife @unholyxcumbucket @endlessmockery @crushed-pink-petals @quietpoeticheart @honeytoffee @thickemadame @doublesidedscoobysnacks @amirra88 @queenbetter @sugarbby99 @soulfulbeauty19 @babyrail @hidden-treasures21