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conjuremanj · 9 months

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Marie Laveau. Voodoo Queen.

Marie Catherine Laveau (September 10, 1801 – June 15, 1881) was a Louisiana Creole practitioner of Voodoo, herbalist and midwife who was renowned in New Orleans. Her daughter, Marie Laveau II (1827 – c. 1862), also practiced rootwork, conjure, Native American and African spiritualism as well as Louisiana Voodoo. Her daughter was to me the most powerful one.

Her Real Story. Her house was probably on St. Ann St. She would have lived in a creole cottage similar to the one in this picture but probably not as clean.

She did have kids with her husband but there's no record of them as adults so they probably died young. Her and her husband did get married at St Louis cathedral he was a Haitian man.Then sometime around 1825 Jacques Perry her husband so called disappeared they tried to make it a big mystery but in all honesty people back then didn't really report that loved ones death. After St Louis cathedral burned down they lost all the records so later on she started calling herself the widow Perry. The story of her actually being a hairdresser there is no record her being a hairdresser there was a book that was written by George Washington Cabal in 1880 who wrote about a voodoo priestess who was a hairdresser and people later on assume that he was speaking about Marie Laveau. There was also another man Kristoff Glapion and one of the stores that they have of him is that he was born a free man of color but record show that he was actually born of two white parents. She wasn't married to this man kristoff because at that time a black woman could not marry a white man but she did stay with him and she stayed with him until his death. They stay together for probably around 30 years and then she includes him in the Perry tomb. After kristoff died she was in so much financial debt they had to sell off the house on Saint Ann Street to pay for his funeral and anything else that needs to be paid off. So she didn't have a place to stay until one of their family friends name Crocker bought the property and let her stay there until she died.

Legend.

The legend of Marie Laveau it runs deep through the veins of New Orleans. The Voodoo priestess was believed to have been born free in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, about 1794, the daughter of a white planter and a free Creole woman of color.

The source of this power was the Voodoo religion and its queen, Marie Laveau. She was worshiped at the same time she's was feared by people of all races. Some people believe that her powers were actually based on a network of informants. Being a hairdresser, she was able to lesson to her clients (mostly white) gossip. She used this inside information to influence and instill fear in her believers. Whether or not the legends of this Voodoo priestess are true, it cannot be denied that she has left her mark on the city. She was buried in Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 in New Orleans in 1881. Her daughter in St Louis cemetery no. 2

To this day her and her daughters tomb continues to attract visitors who unlawfully desecrate it by marking three “x”s (XXX) on its side, in the hopes that Laveau’s spirit will grant them a wish. Ok, let me say first no one who practices Voodoo whenever desecrate a grave of writing on it second she isn't a voodoo spirit since Louisiana Voodoo is part Haitian and African she's not a elevated spirit. She's a woman that is well known and well respected within our city. What she really is in voodoo. She's a conjured spirit similar to a saint she is called upon to do a specific task.

Here is a pic I took of the largest international Marie laveau shrine in the US.

BECOMING A DEVOTEE: these days Marie Laveau devotees are no different they still believe in Jesus and saints, just as Madame Marie did. They go to church, pray the rosary, and work the gris gris. Some voodooist here in New Orleans believe Marie Laveau is one of the Lwa (Loa) in Voodoo tradition. She is honored on many altars and shrines through New Orleans. People pray to her or even make wishes to her. Understand who she was and what she did for people and the city. The rituals and blessings she preformed like the St John's Eve blessings. So get to know her.

BUILDING AN ALTAR Building her altar isn't complicated a statue or pic of her. You can add flowers. Candles white, blue or red or even add her veves. (symbol) (normally she wouldn't have the symbol because she's not a voodoo spirit but she's important so they made one for her anyway)

OFFERING: This can be flowers, mini liquor bottle, cigarettes, cigars. Money she's not picky.

Your relationship with spirit will be different from the next person’s. The connection you make with Marie Laveau will be unique to only you.

This video I took of her shrine in The Healing Center. In New Orleans.

If your in the city check it out on St Claude in the building is the Island of Salvation Botanica own by priestess Sally Ann.

#Marie Laveau #Voodoo Queen #New Orleans Voodoo #Spiritual #Altar #Shrine #like and/or reblog!#google search #southern voodoo #follow my blog #ask me anything #Voodoo story.#african spirituality #african diasporic #Voodoo priestess #louisiana voodoo #update post

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classydior · 11 months

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American Horror Story : COVEN!

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foskeon · 8 months

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AHS. Coven

#ahs coven #american horror story #coven #emma roberts #madison montgomery #witch community #witchcraft #zoe benson #voodoo #misty day

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browsethestacks · 11 months

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R.IP. John Romita Sr. (January 24, 1930 – June 12, 2023)

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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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COFFEE.

D'ANGELO x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which D'Angelo gives his girlfriend a great way to start her day. ✨

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𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗬𝗔𝗛 stirred in her sleep as she felt weight shift around on the bed, slightly confusing her but she was too groggy to question it. feeling body heat now on top of her, Caliyah lowly groaned in drowsiness as she felt D'Angelo plant kisses on her neck, her arms lazily wrapping around him while she lay in a half-asleep state.

"D..." Caliyah mumbled to her boyfriend, but she received no vocal reply, only a physical reply. D'Angelo's body shifted and his kisses trailed lower down her body as his warm palms caressed her sides underneath her oversized t-shirt, his kisses getting so low that Caliyah could feel his soft breathing on her inner thighs.

Caliyah parted her lips to speak but no words exited her mouth, only a soft snore. D'Angelo let out a soft chuckle at hearing her soft snores and he gripped the hem of her panties with his fingertips as he slid them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor while he placed her legs on his shoulders. planting soft kisses on her inner thighs, D'Angelo's hands gently gripped her thighs to keep them apart as he ran his tongue up and down her slit, feeling her slickness coat his tongue as he did so.

a soft grumble fell from Caliyah's lips at the sensation and her brows slightly furrowed as D'Angelo continued to feast on her vulva, his tongue exploring her genitalia while his lips followed in pursuit. his fingertips caressed and massaged her thighs as his eyes slowly closed, taking his time with pleasuring her and making sure to do it right.

"baby.." Caliyah moaned softly, her brows furrowing for a second time, as she flip-flopped between being asleep and being awake and her hips lightly jolted against D'Angelo's face.

suddenly, Caliyah felt two fingers slide inside of her and the tip of one of them grazed her g-spot, making her eyes shoot open while her jaw dropped. a loud moan emitted from her vocals as she sat up on her elbows and quickly pulled the sheets off of her lower half, almost immediately locking eyes with her lover before her eyes rolled back into her head.

"oh, fuck! j-just like that, baby!" Caliyah moaned, running her fingers over his durag-covered scalp, as her hips bucked on his face for a second time and pulled at the sheets with her other hand, feeling D'Angelo lowly hum against her wet sex.

his tongue explored her vagina, starting at her clitoris and maneuvering through her folds before ending at her entrance, and this cycle repeated as he continued to wiggle his tongue on the spots he knew would make her go crazy, causing her to become a moaning mess which was music to his ears. his plump melanated lips wrapped around her clitoris and sucked on it as his tongue swirled smoothly on the tip of it, his fingers speeding up their pace while they curved against her vaginal wall.

Caliyah's lips sat agape but no sound exited them as she fell back onto the bed and tightly gripped D'Angelo's forearms, occasionally pulling and tugging at them while her eyes screwed shut and her back arched upward from the mattress.

"i... i'm— i'm finna—"

"gon' 'head, baby." the vibrations from D'Angelo's speech caused goosebumps to spread across Caliyah's body like wildfire and her grip on his muscular arms tightened as her lips sat agape and her eyes rolled back, her legs trembling in D's grasps while he continued to hold them firmly. her thighs attempted to close around his head several times but to no avail, and a sob fell from Caliyah's lips as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

"f-fuck!" Caliyah squealed as she came on her lover's face and her body weakly fell onto the bed, the arch in her back diminishing while her grip on D'Angelo's arms loosened.

feeling her man lap up her juices, Caliyah whimpered softly as she lazily looked up at the ceiling, a small smile creeping onto her face while her eyes sluggishly looked down at D'Angelo. she watched him gently remove his fingers from her walls as he slipped them into his mouth, licking her juices off of them while he looked up at her and softly chuckled at realizing she was already looking at him.

"good mornin', mama." D'Angelo playfully smiled, earning a soft chuckle from Caliyah, as D'Angelo moved up from between her legs and toward her face, kissing her lips while Caliyah's hands rubbed his shoulders.

"Good morning, handsome."

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bibliothekara · 1 year

Conversation

Coach Beard: A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, "Hey you! Can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, "Father, I'm down in this hole; can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. "Hey, Joe, it's me. Can ya help me out?" And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, "Are ya stupid? Now we're both down here." The friend says, "Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out."

#actually this also sounds like A Ted story #incorrect quotes #leo mcgarry #coach beard #theodore lasso #Josh Lyman #the west wing #ted lasso #shes a voodoo child #drea this is right isn't it?#trentcrimmms

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cryrabbitcry · 1 year

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TreeSwim

@12”x16” mixed media

R.A.Young 2022

#painter on tumblr #r.a.young animism #r.a.young #artists on tumblr #artist on tumblr #middens #impasto #non objective #animism #castingspellsandshit #beautiful sadness #voodoo #paintings on tumblr #painting #crude voodoo #ghost story #contemporaryart

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long-sleeved-sandwich · 1 month

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cemeteries can’t be “haunted” like that’s just the ghost house 😐

#witchcraft #hoodoo #voodoo #santeria #santerismo #espiritismo #spiritism #espiritismo cruzado #witchblr #ghost stories #ghosts #spirits #spiritual #spirituality #haunted aesthetic #graveyard #cemetery

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x-heesy · 9 months

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丂ㄖ爪凵匚卄ㄥ凵ᐯ 丨丂丨几ㄒ卄卂ㄒ卂丨尺 💔

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vendriin · 2 years

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Papa Legba -

American Horror Story

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y-make-art · 9 months

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SP CH5. POET

The fifth of various chapters of #sweet_petricor featuring a newbie, her cray sis and the god of other world.

Water Drop finally appears with her new hair style ✨

Drawing Voodoo Mama with my design was a real pain, but she looks good I guess.

Check the previous chapters here

#rayman #rayman fan art #Raymam fan comic #fan comic #web comic #voodoo mama #rayman fan character #fan character #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #my art #digital fanart #fanart #rayman fanart #What happened with Ales and Magician's story? 🤨

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silkysquidz · 1 year

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I have FINALLY started my fan fic for Voodoo Doll!! It took a while and my brain is struggling to concentrate but I've finally started it!

I've even created a cover image for the Fan fic too in my excitement!

Still got a long way to go but I'm happy that I'm finally putting it down on paper! (so to speak)

#Scarecrow #Batman #BTAS #Cover art #Voodoo Doll #DC OC #Digital Art #I'm hype for her story #If I feel up to it I might do a comic #For now I write #BTAS Scarecrow

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nouklea · 8 months

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From The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories, by Tim Burton

#tim burton #tim burton books #tim burton poems #the melancholy death of oyster boy & other stories #books #book #booknerd #quote #poem #voodoo girl

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foskeon · 8 months

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AHS, Coven

#ahs coven #american horror story #coven #emma roberts #madison montgomery #witch community #voodoo #witchcraft #witches #brujas #witch coven #witch aesthetic

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caashmoneynae · 7 months

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A RIM-SHOT.

D'ANGELO x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Essence gets a shot at D'Angelo, her long-time instrument-playing crush who played a local club she frequents. ✨

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𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 and her sister Erin sat at a table in the front row of the poetry and neo-soul club as they watched the band perform, both of their focuses on different instrumentalists while Essence gently tapped her foot to the rhythm of the song playing underneath the table.

the club was more of an African American club, and i say this because mostly Black folks were seen visiting it. sure, some earthy-looking white women visited occasionally to enjoy the sounds of catchy soul and smooth poetry slams, but the club was more of a safe space for Black people, especially since all of the employees and the performers were black.

the owner? black. the bartender? black. the instrumentalists? black. the singers? black. the poets? black.

it was a black-owned business with black employees, black visitors, black performers, and black instrument players, and Lord knows you'd never find that anywhere else but there.

"you think i could transform into a drum set, Erin?" Essence rhetorically asked, resting her hand underneath her chin, as the sisters locked eyes and Erin let out a soft chuckle.

"as long as i can transform into a guitar." Erin joked, a playful smile on her face, as Essence cracked a smile and let out a soft laugh while their dark brown eyes averted back to the stage in sync.

the drummer of the band on stage was D'Angelo, also referred to at times as just 'D'. he was one of the reasons why Essence was a consistent visitor at the peaceful club. he was an extremely attractive man, and nobody in the room could deny that. from his neat and slightly lengthy black cornrows, his caramel and seemingly smooth skin, and his gorgeous and hypnotizing brown eyes to his beautiful aura, his calming energy, and his enticing and slightly raspy vocals; it was clear as day that he was definitely one of God's favorites.

Essence hadn't made a move on the brown-skinned man yet, and honestly, she didn't know why. she wasn't a very shy woman and approaching a man she wanted wasn't hard for her to do, but for some odd reason, she hesitated on approaching D'Angelo. sure, he was intimidating and he made her nervous, but that never stopped her before, so it confused her and her sister why she hadn't pursued the drummer yet.

as for Erin, the guitarist she was fawning over was none other than André, referred to as André 3000, Dré, and sometimes just 3000, and he was also stunning as well. Erin wasn't as bold as Essence, so it was understandable why she hadn't approached him yet, but she wanted to grow out of her shy ways and pursue the man she wanted, which is what she said she'd do tonight, and this caused a deal to brew up between her and Essence.

the two made a deal that they both had to let go of their anxiety and timidness and approach the men they secretly adored, which Essence agreed to without a second thought. the goal was to spark up a conversation and get their numbers, but if it went further than that, it'd be extra points for the two.

ending up in their beds wasn't the achievement they were going for, but if they got that far, they wouldn't complain about it. it'd just push them further into wanting to seal the deal they had agreed upon the night before.

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"you takin' that shot because you want it or because you need somethin' to make you bold?" Essence asked, raising a brow, as she watched Erin down a shot of Vodka and Erin slightly cringed at the sensation of the strong liquor going down her throat while she gently cleared her throat.

"both," Erin croaked, lightly hitting her chest, as she signaled the bartender over to refill her shot glass and Essence laughed while she sipped on her strawberry margarita, "don't worry 'bout me tho', tell me how you gon' approach D."

"i still ain't figured that out." Essence mumbled, letting out a soft chuckle, as she fiddled with a few of her black locs and Erin raised a brow at her before chuckling, downing her shot and biting down on her bottom lip to keep her from making a face while she wiped the corners of her mouth.

"girl, you ain't got a lot of time to try and figure that out. you shoulda' had that planned out last night," Erin chuckled, shaking her head, as she sat down her shot glass and stood up from her stool, "i see André's off stage, so i'm 'bout to go holla' at him before this liquor wears off. i wish you luck in gettin' ya drummer boy, Essie."

"and i wish you luck in gettin' ya guitarist, E." Essence smiled, playfully winking towards her, as Erin sent a wink back and walked away from the bar, going towards wherever her dream man was while Essence turned around to face the bar and swirled her straw in her glass.

maybe if she would've gotten something stronger than a margarita she'd be able to approach D'Angelo like Erin approached André, but she hated the taste and smell of strong liquor so that option was quickly thrown out of the window. sinking into her overthinking, Essence rested her hand against her jaw as she stared at the counter and slipped her slim black straw between her plump lips, sipping the rest of the margarita in her cocktail glass while she tried to come up with a way that she could imitate Erin's actions and go up to her crush.

she didn't know how she'd do it, but she knew she'd bag her dream man tonight. however, she believed it would be much easier for her to pursue him if he acknowledged her first.

"what'll ya have, sir?"

"i'll take a glass of Whisky. and refill this pretty lady's glass with whatever she had before. put all that on my tab." the familiar silky voice made Essence's ears prick up, and she snapped out of her thoughts as she watched the bartender pick up her glass and the dark-skinned woman averted her eyes to the person next to her, signaling for Essence to look at the person who was seated beside her.

turning her head, Essence's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets as she stared at D'Angelo, a small warm smile on his face while a soft blush coated Essence's brown-skinned face once she realized he had referred to her as "this pretty lady." the way he randomly appeared next to her and acknowledged her was like the universe had read her mind, and if it did, she wasn't complaining.

"a great drummer and a gentleman? i think the men in here got some competition," Essence joked, raising her brows, as D'Angelo let out a laugh and Essence giggled before holding out her manicured hand, "i'm Essence, but some people call me Essie for short."

"i'm D'Angelo, but i'm sure you knew that already," D'Angelo chuckled softly, shaking her hand, as he brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed each of her knuckles, "so you think i'm a good drummer, huh?"

"good is an understatement if we're referring to you. sometimes i come here just to hear you play," Essence smiled, the blush on her face starting to intensify, as the bartender came back to the adults with their drinks and the both of them thanked her at once before she smiled and walked away to let them continue their conversation, "when did you learn how to play the drums?"

"when i was 12. when i was younger, i was exposed to a lot of soul music and i saw a lot of black people who played instruments, and that made me wanna be one of 'em, y'know what i'm sayin'? i started wantin' to learn to play the piano, the guitar, the saxophone — all'at. but when i found the drums... that's when i knew i found what i truly wanted to play," D'Angelo explained, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, as Essence nodded her head and took a sip of her drink, "now, don't get me wrong, i can play all of that, but my favorite is definitely the drums. if it wasn't the drums, i'd probably be playin' the piano, not gon' lie."

"i used to play the piano at my church when i was 13. i joined a band at my school so i could continue playin' it and after i graduated, i forgot all about my passion for it until i came here," Essence chuckled, watching the male across from her take a sip of his brown liquor, as she absentmindedly ran her tongue over her lips and tingles spread up her arm once she realized her hand was still in his grasp, "you gon' get me jumped in here like half of these women not feenin' for you, D."

"half of these women only want me 'cause they think i'm attractive. i ain't worried about them. i'm worried about you," D'Angelo chuckled, licking the excess alcohol from his lips, as he sat his glass down and his brown eyes slyly flickered between Essence's eyes and lips, "you always come here by ya'self? or you come here with ya man?"

"that's your way of checkin' to see if i'm in a relationship, huh? so you a great drummer, a gentleman, and smooth... a lil' sweet-talker, ain't you?" Essence joked, a small smirk on her face, as she raised her brow and D'Angelo laughed, causing her to laugh with him, "but, nah, i don't have a man. i come here with my sister Erin."

Essence nodded her head towards Erin, causing D'Angelo to look over at her sibling, as the two looked at Erin and André and watched them flirt with one another, making both of them chuckle while they turned their attention back to one another.

"does likin' instrumentalists run in the family?" D'Angelo joked, raising a brow, as Essence laughed and picked up her drink, taking a sip of it while she removed the straw from her lips and sat it back down.

"we like what we like... and i like drummers with cornrows." Essence flirted, an enticing smirk crossing her face, as a smirk crept onto D'Angelo's face and the atmosphere around them suddenly filled with sexual tension, causing Essence's pupils to slightly dilate in lust while she lightly squeezed D'Angelo's hand.

"yeah?" D'Angelo smirked, scooting closer to her, as Essence raised a brow at him before mimicking his actions, their legs resting against each other while D'Angelo's hand trailed up her arm, "well, i like pianists with locs."

"you do, huh? you got a piano at ya crib, D?" Essence smirked, picking up her glass, as she wrapped her lips around the straw and drank the rest of the liquor in the glass.

"is that your way of askin' to come home with me?"

"maybe."

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"ooh, nice place. i see you do a lil' decoratin' on the side." Essence complimented, a small smile on her face, as D'Angelo chuckled and closed and locked the door behind them, looking over at her while he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"thank you, beautiful. i got a lil' music room in here too, that's where all my instruments and stuff at." D'Angelo added, guiding her down the hallway, as Essence raised her brows and looked up at him.

"you got a piano in there?"

"see for yourself."

opening the door of the room, a smile crossed Essence's face once she saw D'Angelo's customized drum set but her smile widened once she saw his piano, an abrupt squeal coming from her while she walked over to it.

"oh, my Godddd, it looks like one from my high school!" Essence exclaimed, a large smile on her face, as she pulled out the wide leather piano bench and sat down on it, looking over at D'Angelo and patting the spot next to her, "c'mere. i'ma play sum' for you."

"yeah? what'chu gon' play?" D'Angelo chuckled, smiling at her enthusiasm, as he walked over to her and sat down next to her.

"listen and see." Essence playfully smirked, gently nudging the man with her elbow, as she cracked her knuckles and D'Angelo laughed at her playfulness, earning a giggle from Essence before she positioned her hands above the piano keys and began playing.

as Essence played, a wide toothy grin crept across D'Angelo's face once he realized she was playing "Lean On Me" by Bill Withers, and Essence noticed his realization when she glanced over at him, causing her to let out a soft chuckle.

"i know you know the words, drummer boy. sing a lil' sum' for me." Essence smiled, looking over at him, as their eyes locked and D'Angelo's brows raised once he realized she could play the piano without looking at it, making a small playful smirk cross her face while she raised her brows as well.

along with drumming, sometimes D'Angelo sang at the club as well, so not only did Essence fall in love with his instrument-playing, she fell in love with his skillful vocals as well.

D'Angelo let out a soft chuckle and listened to her play as he slowly caught the rhythm of her fingers on the keys and gently cleared his throat, preparing his voice to sing while his eyes gradually shut.

"LEAN ON ME, WHEN YOU'RE NOT STRONG, AND I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND," D'Angelo sang, his brows slightly furrowing in concentration, as Essence smiled widely at him and lightly nodded her head to his voice, continuing to play the piano while she looked at the singing man next to her, "I'LL HELP YOU CARRY ON. FOR IT WON'T BE LONG, 'TIL I'M GONNA NEED SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON."

"okayyy, i see you! you better sang, boy!" Essence joked, giggling, as D'Angelo let out a laugh and shook his head while Essence's piano playing gradually came to an end, "teach me how to play the drums."

"right now?" D'Angelo asked, raising his brows at her, as Essence took her fingers off the piano keys and wiped her palms on her bootcut blue jeans.

"yeah, right now. i played the piano for you, i deserve to be taught how to play the drums." Essence pouted, lightly poking out her bottom lip, as D'Angelo chuckled and shook his head, standing up from the bench and grabbing the woman's hand.

"c'mon. i'ma teach you, pretty," D'Angelo led the woman over to his drum set by her hand and pulled out the drum throne that was seated by the bass drum, "sit right here. i'ma go get another chair so i can sit behind you and show you."

"behind me?" Essence asked, her face slightly twisting up in confusion, as D'Angelo chuckled and walked back over to her with a chair in his hand, sitting it behind her while he gripped the sides of the drum throne and pushed closer to the drum set.

"yeah, behind you, Ess'. i gotta' guide you, don't i?" D'Angelo chuckled, sitting in the wooden chair behind her, as he scooted closer to her and grabbed the drumsticks that were resting on the snare drum, placing one in both of her hands while he nudged her right thigh with his knee, "put your foot right there on that drum pedal. that's how you'll hit that bass drum down there."

"okay so, here's what you're gonna do..." D'Angelo held Essence's hands as he instructed her how to create rhythmic beats, his arms resting on top of hers and his broad chest pressed up against her back as his head nestled on her right shoulder. as she listened to his instructions, she couldn't help but zone out as he spoke to her, drowning in the sexually intrusive thoughts that were beginning to cloud her mind.

with the smell of his cologne flooding her nose and his minty breath fanning her neck, Essence's mind was filled with thoughts so raunchy and vulgar that she couldn't bring herself to say them out loud, and to be honest, she didn't want to say them out loud. she could feel his body heat radiate off of his toned upper body and onto hers, and it only fueled the fire that was secretly growing inside her lower region.

who knew teaching someone how to play the drums could be so intimate?

"...you got that, ma?" hearing this, Essence was knocked out of her thoughts and she looked to her right, seeing D'Angelo look up at her while awaiting her answer to his question. as she looked into his eyes and he looked into hers, the room was gradually filled with sexual tension, and it was very similar to the tension the two felt at the club, but since they were alone, it seemed much stronger than before.

Essence's eyes flickered between D'Angelo's eyes and lips, causing him to mirror her actions, as his head rose from her shoulder and moved closer to her face, their lips inches apart while Essence's breathing softly hitched in her throat. she looked between his eyes and lips for a final time before smashing her lips onto his, capturing his lips in a passionate lip-lock while he returned the favor. D'Angelo's hands and arms were still touching hers and his chest was still pressed up against her back, and it seemed to only increase the burning flame of desire inside of the brown-skinned woman in front of him as she squeezed her thighs together and the drumsticks abruptly slipped from her grasp, the wooden sticks hitting the floor while D'Angelo gave her hands a gentle squeeze.

slipping out of his grip, Essence turned around on the drum throne, her lips still engaged with his, and she cupped his face in her hands as her acrylics ran over his chiseled jawline, making a soft grunt come from his lips while his hands rested on her thighs and caressed them through her jeans.

"got a bedroom you can fuck me in or you wanna make some music together?" Essence mumbled in the kiss, a small smirk crossing her face, as D'Angelo let out a soft chuckle and smirked with her before standing up and picking her up from the drum throne, her legs instinctively wrapping around his slim waist while he carried her over to the red loveseat near his guitars and recording booth.

"Let's make some music, baby."

#90s #90s icons #90s men #d’angelo #x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #x reader #spotify #black stories #black community #black love #black people #brown sugar #voodoo #hot celebs #celebrities

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