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hoodharlow · 2 years

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A Letter to M

AN: part 4 is finally here! I was gonna post Jack and Miriam getting frisky at Forecastle but 🥴🥴🥴. Hopefully y'all enjoy this. And for my El Novio readers, hope y'all like the little cameo lol

Requested? No

Warnings: angst with a hopeful ending, The Batman spoiler warning (idk if it's really, like the plot briefly mentioned to fit Miriam's character, mentions of Bobby Flay, jealous!jack, Jack being nosy and lurking, and overall Miriam being too stubborn and not realizing she jumped to conclusions

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Miriam really hated LA and couldn’t wait to go back to Atlanta. Traffic was the worst, she had left her parents’ house an hour early to her appointment but she was still late. She was in LA for the week because in a few weeks ‘In the Heights’ is premiering and she had a photoshoot with Vanity Fair and Entertainment Weekly with her other co-stars.

Beto got out of the driver's side and opened the door for her when they arrived at her friend's tattoo parlor. She knew Danny, the tattoo artist, since they were teenagers. Their dads became business partners a few years back when her dad opened his salsa company.

Diego Santos’ restaurants were one of the first restaurants to distribute her dad's salsas. Recently, he even got his own salsa at her dad’s company. But before that when Mexico played at Qualcomm Stadium, her family would always go to his restaurant to eat and through the years, they developed a friendship. Most importantly, Miriam got most of her vintage clothes from Soni’s, Diego’s wife, boutique/vintage store. Specifically her vintage ACNE Studios leather coat that she left in Jack’s suite.

It’s been almost two months since her shit show with Jack. For a few days, he’d leave her voicemails and messages begging her to call him back so he could explain. She didn’t bother to hear them and just deleted them, she wanted nothing to do with him. She was finally out of the way so he was free to make a move on her sister, which was all he really wanted.

She was glad she was working on her movie because for a few hours she could be someone else and not think about Jack and her sister, who was able to make Miriam the bad guy in this situation because a slap over weighted playing with her feelings. At least her sister was at the Cannes Film Festival with all her model friends, and she didn't have to see her face while she was in LA.

"Hey," Danny said, waving at them when the door jingled. He picked up his one year old son from his playpen and walked over to Miriam. He gave her a side hug.

"Hi baby!" She told the one-year old as she took him from Danny's arms. She took a quick glance and noticed the place was empty. "¿Onta la milf?"

"Mede is in class. She's finishing up the last requirements for graduation." He explained. He held up a small platter of sushi. "¿Quieres?"

"I'm good, I had a big breakfast." She said

"You want some?" Danny asked Beto, who looked up from his book and shook his head. "I also have water or snacks. You can help yourself."

Beto nodded and went back to reading.

"I think you might want water. You're looking a little thirsty." Miriam teased as Danny's cheeks flushed.

"I'm being hospitable."

"Sure, you are."

"Anyways, Claudia is coming by in a few minutes to pick up Sebas." He said changing the subject.

Miriam hugged baby Sebas tighter and pouted. "No, I barely got him. I haven't seen him in forever."

"You would have seen him at his first birthday party but you were too busy riding the subway with Jack Harlow." He muttered, referring to the video of them when they went grocery shopping.

She saw the video circling Twitter a few days after she started filming in Atlanta. Luckily for her face wasn't shown and she was just some mystery girl. She watched the video countless times and her heart broke more with every view. It looked like he genuinely liked her. The way he turned his body towards her to talk to her. Or how he twirled one of her curls while he whispered stupid shit in her ear to make her laugh. He even managed to trick the internet that he was interested in her.

"From the way your face dropped, I'm assuming I shouldn't have mentioned Jack, huh?" Danny said solemnly.

Before she could answer him, the door jingled. The person she least expected to see walked in…her ex, Calum Hood.

Well she shouldn't be as surprised to see him. Calum was basically Danny's brother in law. He's been dating Claudia, Danny's twin sister, for two years. Miriam didn't count him as an ex, she just liked teasing him that he was. Claudia even joked about it because he had freaked out when he saw her and her family at Claudia's graduation party.

They only dated for a month back in 2017 when the band was working on their album in San Francisco while she was at Berkeley. But a few fans caught wind of it and made it bigger than what it was. Some fans even speculated that Babylon was about her. The ex that song was actually about was shameless enough to claim that the song was about her.

"Where's la mensa?" Danny asked Calum.

"She's re-editing her reaction video because the audio was off and asked me to pick up the little man." He said. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on Miriam. "Oh hey."

"Hey, Cal." She said.

Sebas climbed over Miriam, wanting to go with Calum. So she just handed him over to him. He happily took the baby.

She pulled out her phone and tapped through Instagram stories while the two bickered about snacks appropriate for a one year old. She saw her friend Christian post that his team won some basketball game, so she responded to his story, congratulating him. He replied back with a thank you. They talked back and forth for a bit. He invited her to another game taking place the next day, and she agreed. Her flight back to Atlanta was the same day, but she made a note to change her flight times for the evening.

"Bye Miriam." Calum called as he left with Sebas and all his baby essentials.

"Bye, tell Claudia I said hi." She waved.

"Imma set up for you, va?" Danny asked her when they left.

She nodded and watched him go to his station.

"Okay, I'm ready for you." He said, waving her over after a few minutes.

Miriam got up and went to where he was. She went into detail about the tattoos she wanted. She got the designs from her character in the movie. Her character had several tattoos and Miriam hated sitting on the makeup trailer for hours on end while the makeup artists adorned her body with them. Danny quickly sketched the designs to get the proportions right before he used the stencil and thermal paper to draw them in detail.

"You don't have to answer, but what really happened between you y el gringo?" He asked her, slipping on black latex gloves.

"Nothing, thanks to Kat and her tits." Miriam mumbled. She unwrapped her wrap dress and turned so he could get started on the first tattoo.

"I'm gonna need you to be very detailed because if I miss anything Mede is gonna be mad." Danny said as he pressed the sketch on her hip.

"You're gonna tell your baby mama about Jack?" Miriam asked.

"Yeah, hopefully if she sees that he hurt someone close to the family, then she'll stop playing his music. I'm tired of that fucking Rendezvous song."

"Okay, but it's a catchy song."

"So what happened between you two?" He asked scooting over to her hip with his tattoo gun. "I was kidding when I said that I was gonna tell Mede–well I am but not in detail."

With that Miriam started from the beginning and told him everything. How Jack saved her from getting in the soccer ball at the Chelsea and LA Galaxy game to how he gave her a ride to her parents' house only for him to go back to hang out with her sister at the club. She came to the conclusion that was when they conspired to make her look like an idiot. She then told Danny how her and Jack were texting and facetiming nonstop when she was in Europe for work. What she omitted, for legal reasons, was that she was casted as Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) in the Batman movie with Robert Pattinson. Her character is a PhD student who is in some sort of friends with benefits relationship with Bruce. Her only scenes were the funeral and a hospital scene when Alfred gets injured and she visits him and offers him some herbal remedies. Throughout her interactions with Bruce, it's obvious that she knows something is up with him and he's hiding something.

Danny motioned for her to sit up with her back to him, so he could get started on her other tattoos on her arms. Miriam continued her story and told him about how Jack got upset with her over her skit with Pete and their brief argument in the bathroom and how they ended up almost fucking in his hotel room. She gripped the seat, letting tears roll down her cheeks.

"I can't believe I was so stupid." She choked out before breaking into full on sobs.

Danny set the tattoo gun down and went to hug her. He let her cry on his shoulder. After a few minutes she relaxed and stopped crying, he handed her a tissue.

"Thanks," she mumbled before blowing her nose. "Sorry for dumping all that on you. I talked to my therapist about it and she was not helpful. She said some shit about how I jumped to conclusions."

"I mean…"

"Danny!" She exclaimed. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"You did jump to conclusions." He shrugged. "You know the shit that went down between me and Claudia after her break up with Paco. We walked around eggshells for almost a year to avoid any actual confrontation until Mede's baby shower. Mede threatened to dump my ass because I wanted to believe what was convenient for me. My best friend, at the time, and my sister broke up. I sided with Paco because he was quick to twist it around to make himself look like the victim. Claudia wasn't here to defend herself and had to deal with consequences that could have been prevented. And as someone who's dealt with Kat's wrath, I can objectively say that that was her doing. She's intense and likes to mess with people for shits and giggles. Este güey just happened to be in the middle of her shit. Because at the end of the day what happened was that she saw a guy giving her younger sister the attention that she normally gets and got pissed. Don't forget this isn't the first time she's done something like that."

Miriam sat quietly as Danny picked up his tattoo gun and went back to work. He basically said what her therapist said. For years she's been going to therapy to deal with her anxiety and insecurities after something happened in high school between her and this guy she dated in sophomore year. Her therapist said that she tended to self sabotage when she felt like something was starting to feel like it was too good to be true. In this case, it was Jack having feelings for her.

"What do you think I should do?" She asked Danny, watching him get more ink.

He paused to really think about it. "As a father– no me güerres los ojos."

"'As a father' you have a one year old, calm down."

"Jokes aside, I think you should hear him out." He said sincerely. "But don't go looking for him, if you happen to see him and he approaches you then see what he has to say. But if you kick Kat's ass again, I'm gonna need you to film it."

***

Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Miriam was in LA. He was mindlessly tapping through Instagram stories when he got to hers. It was a post of her getting a few tattoos done with 🤍🤍 🤍 on the bottom. So he tapped on the post and was taken to the tattoo parlor's page. The first picture on the grid was of Miriam and the artist with their arms around their shoulders. He found the artist's personal account and scrolled through. He quickly deduced that they were really close friends after seeing a few posts of him with his girlfriend and their kid. He went on her profile in case she had pictures with Miriam, but she was private, though he did see that she followed him. He scrolled through more pictures, making sure he didn't like any, and landed on one with a familiar face. It was a girl he swore he had seen before.

He went on her profile. He read all the pages and accounts affiliated with her off her bio and then he remembered. It was Claudia Santos.

Almost three years ago she interviewed him for a college radio show. He couldn't recall what happened in that interview apart from where she showed up late and with tear streaked cheeks. Jack was amazed that she was able to make it through the interview. After he ran into her while she was walking to her class, she apologized to him for showing up late and explained that she had gotten in an argument with her brother over something that happened with her ex. Jack didn't remember what he responded with but he did get her number out of it. Though she never texted him back.

He followed her and scrolled through her posts, looking for some with Miriam. Then he checked her Instagram story in hopes she posted that she was with Miriam. Luckily for him, she had been hanging out at a backyard pool with Miriam and an influencer that he'd seen at parties. Moreover she was also in the ‘Luv is Dro’ video. She randomly got hired because she was visiting her boyfriend in Atlanta, so she was flown out to Louisville for the day. Neelam suggested hiring her because she was pretty popular on the makeup side of instagram and tiktok.

Jack could easily see how more relaxed Miriam was with the two girls compared to when she'd hang out with her siblings' friends. With their friends, she's reserved, often pushed to the side, watching everyone. But in the Instagram story, she was laughing and talking animatedly. He smiled to himself as he watched the videos.

It felt like he was facetiming her when she took the phone and gave a play by play as her friends took turns diving in the pool. He replayed the story a few more times and came to the obvious conclusion that he missed her. He missed being able to message her at odd hours with a random thought or because he saw something that reminded him of her, and being able to just listen to her talk for hours. He missed making her laugh to the point where she was barely able to breathe.

"Jack you need to get mic'd up." Neelam said, watching him jump in his seat and scramble to turn his phone face down. She looked at him suspiciously and walked out.

Jack locked his phone and made his way to the venue. He read over his cue cards while a production assistant connected a mic on his person and linked it to an actual microphone. He thanked them and waited for Druski and Buster to join him in the commentators box.

"And there's the most fashionable spectator we've seen in the whole league." Druski said, getting Jack's attention.

He looked in the direction Druski was looking and nearly choked on his spit when he tried to clear his throat. It was Miriam. She was wearing a CYN jersey, but it was cut and styled like that skirt she wore to Nobu when she ran into him, but in dress form. She paired it with her ever present Versace platform boots and a sparkly basketball bag.

Jack's knuckles turned bone white as he gripped his cue cards, watching King Combs spin her around in a hug. Even more seeing her laugh as he spun her around to see her outfit.

"She's something." Buster mumbled away from his mics, eying Miriam's ass.

That was the final straw.

Druski clapped his shoulder before Jack could react. "Miriam is someone who we call out of reach. A 'don't even think about it.'" He leaned into Jack so only he could hear him. "In your case, a bag fumble."

One of the camera people counted off and motioned to them that they were filming. Buster introduced them and the players were brought in. Not long after the first half of the game ended. Jack and Druski were sent out to the court to interview players and spectators sitting courtside.

Druski went up to Pardi, but their interview was quick so he went over to Miriam, who happily greeted him and hugged him.

"Earlier, I was commenting that you are by far the most fashionable person we've seen." Druski said.

"Aw, you're so sweet." Miriam said, watching as Jack walked around in front of them. He was not so subtly standing within earshot.

"How do you know King and how long have you been a fan of his exceptional scouting skills?" Druski asked her, making her pay attention to him.

She laughed and spoke into the mic. "I've known Christian and his family for a while so we go way back. Our moms were friends and Christian was one of my chambelanes for my quinceañera. And for his scouting skills…I can't comment on that. I don't know much about that."

"So what you're saying is that you're single?" He asked her.

"What does my relationship status have to do with the game?" Miriam asked him innocently. Druski laughed, clearly not expecting her to say that. "To whoever you're reporting back to, tell them I am single and to not reply to my friend's Instagram stories with keyboard smashes."

"Dude, interview more people." Jack said, turning back from his interview with a player from King's team. The tips of his ears were a bright pink.

Druski gave Miriam a knowing look and bid her goodbye. She shook her head and went back to her phone when he walked away. She was texting Claudia before Druski approached her because Jack had followed her and replied to the story where she was recording as Claudia and Gigi, Claudia's older cousin, tried synchronized diving in Calum's pool, with what seemed gibberish.

It was the longest time she was able to have fun and relax with friends. She would have joined them in the pool but her tattoos were still fresh, so she chilled in the shade with Medelyn and baby Sebastian. Even after Medelyn’s badgering about Jack and the New York trip and Gigi apologizing profusely because she was in a music video with him when she vaguely told them about her fall out with Jack.

Miriam pulled up Instagram and looked him up, tempted to follow him. Her agent suggested that she make her account public since she was becoming more known for her acting because it could help her bring in more views. She didn't feel comfortable doing that so she just made a new one and her private account became her finsta. She was able to garner 10 million followers, not even three months with her account.

She stared at Jack's profile for a few more seconds and pressed follow. She exited the app and shut her phone off, in case she got the urge to unfollow him. Feeling slightly anxious, Miriam bent down and grabbed her popcorn. She rummaged through her bag looking for her mini hot sauce bottle to put on when she heard a hard smack, making her flinch. She opened her eyes and saw a large hand in front of her face. Jack had caught a basketball before it hit her. Before she could say anything, he tossed the ball with one hand to one of Christian's teammates and walked away from her to interview someone from Pardi's team.

He looked over his shoulder and saw how King wrapped an arm over Miriam's shoulders. He did a few more interviews then went to the commentators box. He pulled out his phone and saw that he was tagged by Urban in a small collage he made for The Crew League's Instagram story. Next to each picture was the @ of the person. The picture beside his with Druski was Miriam's. But the @ was different to the one he followed. Out of curiosity he tapped the @. It took him to Miriam's account, but it wasn't the one he followed. This one had fewer posts and 10 million followers. He went to the last post and read the caption. 'My agent said to make a public account so enjoy the shitshow ✌🏼😌✌🏼'. Jack snorted and scrolled up to follow her when he saw that the follow button said 'follow back' instead. Without hesitation he followed her back. He refreshed her profile and a new post appeared. It was a mirror selfie of Miriam in a bikini with 'what's a nine to a dime piece?' as the caption.

"The game's about to start." One of the production members let Jack know as Druski and Buster came back.

He locked his phone and slipped it back in his pocket. When the second half started, he let Druski and Buster handle most of the commentary, occasionally adding in a word or two. He couldn't concentrate on the game. The only thing on his mind was Miriam's Instagram post.

It had to be a coincidence. She just happened to post a selfie with a line from one of his songs as the caption. There's no way she was waiting for him to follow her back just so she could post that. There was no way…

Soon after, the game gets called. Pardi's team won. Jack and Druski made their way down the court once more. They were met with chaos. King was arguing with one of the producers and refs.

Jack couldn't hear what they were saying, but he did manage to hear something about the winning shot not counting as three points. He and Druski went to investigate and eavesdropped as the producers of the game, King, and Pardi bickered about the call. But they were ushered back to the commentators box. They brought in one of the players from King's team to tell what was going on but he was just as confused as they were. Same thing with one of the refs, except he provided some material for sexual jokes.

Jack glanced over to Miriam and frowned seeing her laugh at something Drake was telling her. It seemed like every time he looked over to her, some guy was trying to make a move on her. Even his childhood idol.

"Do you remember that video of Drake arguing with a Warriors fan during the NBA finals a few years back?" Druski asked him in a low voice. He reached over and turned off Jack's mic.

"Yeah?" he nodded slowly.

"That was your girl. It was how she became Twitter famous."

Jack remembered the video. Urban showed it to him. He re-downloaded Twitter just to be updated on the supposed beef between Drake and the Warriors fan. She didn't show up for a game in Oakland and Drake caleld her out but she responded with a mirror selfie on a movie trailer wearing the Weeknd's bomber jacket and her Warriors jersey under. She tweeted, 'sorry I have important things to do instead of letting people know I'm a raptors fan and made it my personality.'

Jack was pretty sure that he unknowingly followed Miriam because of that Tweet. When he followed her private Instagram he searched her up on Twitter and was surprised that he was already following her.

Half an hour goes by and he and Druski have to go back to the commentators box. King was able to convince the producers to run the play once more and the game was going to continue since it wasn't the three points. Just like that the game ended and the results were the same, Pardi's team won. Jack and Druski went back to the court to do interviews. While he interviewed one of the players in King's team, Jack overheard Miriam tell King that she wished she could stay longer, but she had to go because she had a flight to catch.

He knew this was probably his only chance to talk to her. He quickly took off his mic and rushed after her. Thankful that the cameras were all inside, he stood in the parking lot scanning for any sight of her. He caught her white jersey in the back and jogged over to her.

"Miriam," He called after her.

She turned around and looked at him, unsure she heard him correctly. She looked around noticing the empty parking lot. She said something to her bodyguard and slowly met Jack halfway.

"I'm in a hurry." She said quietly. She hugged herself as she stood a few feet away from him.

"I'll be quick. I, uh, just wanted to explain myself–"

"I don't think this is the place to talk. If you happen to be in Atlanta in the next few days, text me."

"Jacky!" Someone called behind them before he could answer Miriam. "It's been forever!"

It took Jack a few seconds to figure out who she was not because he hadn't seen her in over half a year but because the last time he saw her she had pale skin and naturally platinum blonde hair. Now she was an awkward shade of tan that looked orange and her hair was dark and curly. She was an ex-hook up. He cursed seeing her struggle in her heels as she made her way to him. He covered his face in frustration.

Miriam gave an apologetic look. "I really have to get going, but you should catch up with your friend."

She turned on her heel and went back to the car, feeling like a fool once more. She felt so embarrassed. After he saved her from getting hit, she spent five minutes looking for a cute bikini selfie to post in case Jack happened to lurk through her profile. She hoped that by using a line from her second favorite song of his, he would get the hint and reach out. She wasn't expecting him to follow her so soon.

She sniffled as she pulled out her change of clothes for the flight. She went to the back row of the car and set up a divider with her blanket. She changed out of her jersey-turned-dress into a forest green Nike tracksuit. She swapped her boots for white slip on Vans. She finished removing her makeup and braided her hair into two Dutch braids.

After she packed up her things, she took down the blanket and went to sit next to Beto. He looked up from his book and gave her a look where he wanted to say something, but he knew it wasn't his place to say what was needed to be said.

"Just say it, Beto." Miriam sighed, reaching for the charging cable in the center console to plug in her phone.

He put his hands in the air in surrender. "If I were you I'd revisit what Daniel was telling and see how you made the same mistake. But that's me. At the end of the day, this is your situation, not mine."

Miriam nodded, getting the hint. She obviously jumped to conclusions and ranway before Jack could even utter a word. She sat back in her seat and pulled her knees to her chest, processing her interaction with Jack. She hoped that he wasn't as stubborn as she was and wasn't put off by her actions and was willing to actually talk it out.

***

"What the fuck do you mean that you need an in? It's been a week. She followed you, you followed her back, she posted a thirst trap with lyrics to one of your songs, and told you to text her when you're in the same city as she. What more do you need?" Urban asked Jack.

It's been a week since he saw Miriam at the Crew League. A few days ago he flew out to Atlanta for some studio sessions. Jack would have reached out but he wasn't sure if she wanted him to after seeing one of his old hookups.

"You're so fucking irritating." Urban sighed. He got up from Jack's bed and pulled up the Notes app on his phone. "I'm going to Target. You want anything specific?"

"I'll go with you. I've been cooped up for a while and need fresh air." Jack said, grabbing his wallet.

In the past few days, he'd been working on a song that can be read as a poem. He even made music to go along with it when he was messing around with the Circuit Tracks. He's not sure of the direction it's going since he's just writing his thoughts down. It's mostly self-reflection about his situation with Miriam and what he could have done differently.

They arrived at Target twenty minutes later and split up their groceries. Urban was getting the food, while Jack took care of cleaning supplies and personal hygiene products. He placed some laundry detergent in the cart when Urban threw some things in the cart and tugged the cart in the direction of the cash registers.

"We should go." He told Jack urgently.

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows at his best friend. "You didn't even get half of what we needed."

"I,uh, left the stove on?" He said unsure.

Jack looked incredulously at Urban. He can count the number of times his best friend has used the stove and that's not counting when he'd use it to light up a blunt because he was too lazy to get his lighter from his room.

"I don't believe you." Jack said pushing the cart in the direction where Urban came from.

He went to the frozen food aisle and grabbed a few bags of frozen fruit. He then made his way to the pasta aisle when he heard, "Güey, I went to like five Targets looking for Suavitel qnd nothing. It's like that one tiktok, es latinofobia."

It was Miriam. She was wearing leggings and a matching cropped zip up hoodie with white running shoes. She didn't see him; she was looking down at her phone, facetiming someone. Jack stood frozen. He wasn't sure if should say hi or walk away. He made eye contact with Beto and he nonchalantly walked towards the end of the aisle.

Jack turned around to motion to Urban to go when he saw his best friend nowhere in sight. He cursed and pretended to be deciding between macaroni and some other shaped pasta.

"Excuse m– Jack?" Miriam asked him.

"Oh, hey!" He said a little too loudly. He cleared his throat. "How…how have you been?"

"I've been good. You?"

"I'm good. I, uh, landed last night. I'm gonna be here for a week or two so I wanna cram a few studio sessions before heading back to LA."

"That's good!" She exclaimed. She could hear Claudia, the person she'd been facetiming, laughing through her airpods.

"How's your movie coming along?" He asked her.

"Good." She nodded. "Uh, we've been filming."

"That's good." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket.

They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds. Both unsure of what to do or say.

"I should get going. I have an early call time. I just need to get spaghetti." Miriam nodded to the boxes in front of Jack.

"Oh," he said walking backwards to allow her to get it.

He bumped into his shopping cart, nearly falling to the ground, but he caught himself. He pushed

"Jack?" She called to him softly.

"Yeah?"

"I can't reach the box. Could you…"

"Yeah." He nodded. He grabbed a few boxes of spaghetti from the top shelf and handed them to her. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Of course. I'm gonna go look for Urban." He mumbled.

"Yeah, I saw him by the cereal aisle earlier."

"I'll see you around, Miriam." He said before started pushing his cart.

"Yeah, you too." Once he was out of the aisle.

Miriam looked down at her phone, hoping Claudia had hung up. But she hadn't. She was folded over on her boyfriend's couch silently laughing. She knew in an hour Medelyn was going to call her and ask for the details because Claudia wouldn't explain what went down properly.

"I'm hanging up." She told Claudia.

"No! I'm literally so bored, keep talking to me." She pleaded.

"Don't you have a lesson plan to plan for?" Miriam asked her as she made her way to pay.

The pair kept talking until it was time for Miriam to drive back to her brother's home. He bought a condo a few years back when he was filming a Hulu teen series because production was set in Atlanta. Her mom also used the condo when she would film her projects and now it was Miriam's turn to use the home while she worked on her movie.

Beto helped her carry her groceries inside, doing a quick sweep of the house. He motioned to her that it was safe for her to go in. He bid her goodnight and shut the door after him.

Miriam opened the door that led to the small patio area so Daisy could do her business. She let the dog have some privacy and went inside to put away the groceries. She was going to make a full on pasta dinner, but she settled on making quesadilla and airfrying some dino nuggets and fries.

She scooped some food and filled her dog's water bowl just as Daisy came back inside and settled on her bed. Miriam went to her room while her dino nuggets and fries cooked. She opened some packages she got.

Now that she was public on Instagram a lot of brands would send her things. She even became a brand ambassador for Savage×Fenty. To her luck the first package she opened was from Rihanna herself. She laughed at the handwritten note she got and pulled out the lingerie. Part of her contract was that she had to post two outfits/sets of the lingerie she received, so she decided on a matching lace bra and panty set and some silk pajamas.

She changed into the lace set first. She recorded herself laying on her stomach though the full length mirror, zooming in on her ass then zooming out to her doing a peace sign. She searched for Doja's song 'Streets' on the music feature and slid her through the song until she got to, 'And baby, I needed space. Ain't nobody 'round here on your level'. She snapped a few mirror selfies after she posted the video on her IG story. She changed into the silk pajamas leaving the top open so the alce bra was still able to be seen and took more mirror selfies. She picked a few for her post.

She hoped a certain someone happened to see her story and get a hint. If he doesn't, she's gonna take it as her hint to stop trying to get him to notice her. She could be the first to reach out, but she didn't want to seem desperate for his validation. Technically speaking, Jack was the one who wanted to talk, so he should be the one to reach out, not her.

Miriam turned on the TV and went through the episodes she recorded. Her dad and Diego were going to be guests on Beat Bobby Flay and she never missed the chance to see Bobby get heckled by her dad. Once her dad and Diego were announced, she ran to the kitchen, remembering that she had food in the airfryer. She tossed everything on a plate and made her sauce concoction of ranch, Sriracha and ketchup.

She settled back in bed and continued watching the episode. Halfway through, she got a text message alert. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and checked who it was from. Miriam nearly fell off her bed seeing Jack's contact name. She sat up straight and stared at the notification. She couldn't believe he actually messaged her.

She needed to take a breather before she went to read his message. She grabbed her dishes and went to the kitchen. She washed her dishes, cleaned the counters, and swept up the crumbs that fell onto the floor. She took out some chicken from the freezer and set it in the sink to defrost for the morning. Once she felt like she stalled enough, she went back to her room. Fifteen minutes has passed so she can finally see what he sent her.

'Hope you don't mind, but Urb passed me your email. I sent you something through there. Listen to it if you want, no pressure. Night.'

Miriam pulled up her email and found what he sent listed at the top. She clicked on it, revealing an audio file. It was titled 'A Letter to M'. She grabbed her noise canceling headphones from the nightstand and connected them to her phone. Her thumb hovered above the file. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest. She wiped sweat off her palms on her comforter. She took a deep breath and exhaled, finally pressing on the audio file.

It started with Jack kicking Urban out of his room and cursing for not realizing he started recording. He started talking, apologizing for how awkward he was when he saw her at Target. Miriam smiled to herself. A simple beat started playing after a few seconds of silence. Jack cleared his throat and started rapping, completely catching Miriam off guard.

She hugged her big pillow and listened to what he was saying. He was apologizing to her, taking the blame for what happened with her sister. He went on talking about how he missed being with her and how wished he could have done things differently so he wouldn't have lost her. He ended the song with 'Sincerely Jack'. It was then when Miriam connected the title to how the song was formatted.

The music stopped. Miriam pulled off her headphones and turned them off. She wiped off her tears and played the song once more at the highest volume, letting Jack's voice bounce around her room. Once the song ended, she did the same. She replayed the song a few more times.

It finally sank in. She was a fucking dumbass that jumped to conclusions.

Miriam turned off the song and pulled her messages. She sent him, 'Can I call you rn?'

Instantly he saw the message. The three dots appeared at the bottom then they disappeared. Miriam frowned but quickly collected herself as Jack's name lit up on her screen. She didn't hesitate to answer.

"Hey."

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idkfnok · 7 months

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11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

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

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her best friends. Her only preference in most aspects of her life was “I like it.” Music was no different. Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water.

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ; You’re tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both be outta here by 4.

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t! had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

“Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula.

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two. Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours.

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you.

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s life coming into the hospital. I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket.

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what it felt like if she ever snorted powder.” on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed.

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her. We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she gave me a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni. Before I knew it, the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it.

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice. I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae.

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something.

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at knives together.”

Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain’t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating. I wait to see her take her first bite. I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating. After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have.

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee. Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask.

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little,

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.” “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So, unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment, I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear. Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up. Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.”

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos.

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up.

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool.

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push. I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby Eanion Ahzi Rivers was born. He was so adorable. We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested. I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

“Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it. Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because they tryna teach eachother lessons. But I can’t force them together. Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

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juststayquiete · 1 year

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Thanks for the questions to @vincentmatthews!!! I decided to answer almost all the questions since I haven't posted my V's bio before so prepare for a ride!

Name

V (born Valerie García)

Nicknames

V, Val (though the last one is rarely used because she was known as Val only in her neighborhood).

Age

27 y.o. (born 12.10.2049)

Pronouns

She/her.

Sexuality

Bisexual (although as someone on ace spectrum I'll probably would reflect it on her too).

Hair color and style

Her hair is platinum blondish I guess, but not pure white. She always keeps them short now but when she was a teen she had long black hair until someone took advantage of her in the fight by pulling her tail. She usually uses hair gel to keep her hairstyle in place since she always has some physical activities to do (aka fighting sjgshdjsjs).

Eye color

Her own eyes were chocolate brown, now they're greyish white.

Height

175 cm

Personality

She's quick-tempered, but in normal state she's chill and sociable. Hates disrespect and always act impulsive if she doesn't like someone's attitude. Has no hesitation to use violence, although never starts a fight with people who in her opinion don't deserve it. Has a harsh way with her words. Introverted and private with her personal life. A big nerd in secret - loves Bushido movies, reads comics and sci-fi. It's not easy to make her laugh but easy to make her smile. She loves teasing people. Has a hard time to rely on the others, so mostly keep her problems to herself. Which is probably classifies as trust issues?... But people who won her trust also win her undeniable loyalty.

Tattoos

Has a shit-ton of them, most of them since youth and part of them were tattooed as jokes. V doesn't notice them anymore, they're a part of her body. The one she regrets getting though - NUSA tattoo, she'll probably just laser it some day.

Piercings

Has brow, nose and ear piercings at the moment.

Definable features

Freckles!!!!

Hobbies

Reading, watching movies, riding her bike with some music on, shopping, walking through NC, roasting Johnny etc etc

Gang/ Occupation

A merc. Never was in a gang in NC since she hates having an authority lol. Was in a gang in Atlanta, didn't end well for both parties💀

Do they smoke?

Yep. She smoked a lot when she was a teen but then she grow up and understood that it's a not good habit for a solo. Nowadays she smokes 1-2 cigarettes a day and almost has no cravings for it. When Johnny started to whine about smoking, though, V quitted immediately💀

Do they drink?

Yes. V drinks beer and whiskey but lately never gets too drunk since Jackie and her started gaining street cred and possible unwanted attention. Well, and then the shit-storm started, so she never has a chance to get drunk. She was trying some drugs when she was a teen but after her friend almost died of overdosing she promised to St Muerta to never use them for her friend's life. Her friend lived, so V keeps her promise to St Muerta.

What do they usually wear on a normal day?

Something comfortable and sporty style but doesn't mind of wearing revealing clothes though. So her style is usually tank tops, bras, shorts, yoros, leather pants, loose pants, short jackets, etc etc. She likes wearing bright colors. She almost always wears sunglasses since she had too sensitive eyes when she hadn't chipped in, so now it's more like a habit.

What do they wear when they get dressed up?

If she gets dressed up it's still her same style but more pricey clothes sjshjsjj for some rare exceptions she could wear a dress or a skirt.

What do they smell like?

She doesn't like strong smells so she doesn't use perfume and probably smells like her shampoo, hair gel, deo and laundry skshdjsjs

How do they walk?

Quickly and with confidence.

Early bird or night owl?

Night owl for sure!!! Though she does like early mornings for their atmosphere and sunrises.

One word to define them.

Tough.

Favorite season.

Summer.

Favorite weather.

Sunny or right after it rained.

Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise?

Nope. She has some feelings towards River but she doesn't see them working out, so she brokes up with him at some point.

Main pairing.

V/long happy life lmao

Side pairings.

V/Rogue, corpo au V/Frank, V/Kerry.

How do they show affection to the loved ones?

V's love languages are most definitely acts of service and quality time. So she's more likely to help you deal with you mess and then take you out to have a lunch.

How do they sit in a chair?

Her ankle is on the knee of the other leg, her hands are on her thighs.

What do they wear to bed?

An old ratty and super soft t-shirt! She has several of them lol.

How do they usually sleep?

On her side, hugging the blanket or the another pillow.

How do they sleep in a place they don't know?

Like a rock lmao, not would be happy waking up though, V hates when her morning routine is messed up.

Do they have to form a white noice to sleep?

When she's able to buy decent apts she's freaked out by silence at first since she always lived in loud areas but in a few nights she got used to it and actually starts to appreciate it.

What's a place they go to feel comfortable?

Outskirts of NC for sure. She has complex relationship with NC - she was born and raised here and the city is a part of her own personality, she can't imagine living somewhere else. Even in Atlanta she was terribly homesick all the time. But the same time she never feels more free when she's away from NC. She loves driving in less popular areas, just enjoying her ride, music and the silence.

What do they do when they're nervous?

She never lets her hands fidget to keep them steady, so it's her legs that twitch and shake, though her old sensei (Tanaka-san who was teaching her to fight with a katana and use throwing knives) taught her some breathing techniques to keep your whole body calm. So mostly she is just screaming like a banshee inside now :D

What's their favorite color?

Corral, purple, golden, silver, dark red, black, neon green, yellow.

Favorite sweets.

Not a fan of them now, even though she was going nuts over them when she was a kid sjshsjsj

Do they have any pets?

Ofc it's her fav sphynx Nibbles and iguana Rocket. Nibbles is very polite and friendly cat except having too much energy at nights. Also Johhny and her can swear he was staring right at Johnny several times, which is creepy for V and extremely exciting for Johnny lol. Rocket is also chill and friendly, dude just climbs everywhere. V wonders if she'll live long enough to see him grown :')

If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go?

She'll probably join the Aldecaldos for some time. Among the cities she wants to visit NY and Tokyo.

Their comfort meal, food that they hate, favorite non-alcoholic drink.

Her mom didn't cook so they usually had some instant food. Now V's so sick of it she can't even look at it in the shops.

V hates the taste of garlic and bananas.

V loves sodas!!!! She can drink 5 cans a time lol.

Their plans for the future.

Make Johnny to fuck off but mostly survive this whole shitshow.

A song that fits them.

Venom by Little Simz.

I'll leave 5 random facts and a backstory for later, this came out long as it is sjdhsjsjs

Thanks for everyone who read all of this💀💖💖💖

#fem v #val garcia

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ironpalmtattoostudio · 1 year

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hopefulatrocity · 1 year

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From The Ashes: Chapter 1

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Note: This is a short part. The next one is finished(just needs editing) and much longer, I swear. I just wanted to give a bit of context for how Pheonyx ends up at the farm. Also, wanted to introduce my last minute addition of Kismet! If you’ve ever had a hound or a pitbull, he is the epitome of both. Absolute goofball but serious when it comes to tasks. Pheonyx isn’t good with people(you’ll find out exactly why later) but he spent a lot of his childhood helping Hershel with his patients. So, I felt it would be remiss if he didn’t have a pet of some kind. Do not worry, I may not have the whole story written but THE DOG DOES NOT DIE. Animal deaths referred to in the TW are for hunting and the three feral dogs that attack them before Alexandria.

Series Trigger/content warning: Homophobia/transphobia/biphobia, zenophobia/racism/sexism(Merle), age gap romance(11yr difference. Pheonyx is 28, Daryl is 39 ), sexual assault/rape, child molestation, canon character deaths, body mutilation, child abuse, torture, hunting, smut 18+( P in V, unprotected sex(please practice safe sex!), creampie, breeding kink, rough sex, marking/biting, oral sex, sub/dom undertones), animal deaths, scars, blood, corpses, depression/anxiety, body dysphoria, religious trauma, menstruation mentions

Chapter Content Warnings: Angst, scars mention, slight transphobia from parents, top surgery, dysphoria

Prologue Part 2

*2 weeks before Outbreak Day*

It was shortly after 8pm when Pheonyx finally opened the door to his tiny apartment. Normally, he would be home before five but he wanted to make sure everything was squared away at the shop before he left for Atlanta the following morning. 2 years of planning was finally coming to fruition.

In less than 72 hours, he would be getting the lumps of fat removed from his chest. No more binders. No more top dysphoria. He could finally feel at home in his skin. The tattoos covering his skin had been the first part of that. Covering the scars that were constant reminders of devils in his past. The surgery would be the last part. Pheonyx was grateful, to whatever higher power there was, that he only had top dysphoria. Sure, he’d love to have been born with the parts that would allow him to be considered “biologically” male. It would have saved a lot of pain and heartache from his childhood. Over time, though, he had grown comfortable with what he had going on below the belt. Which is also why he chose not to take hormones. Every trans person’s transition was different, and this was the path he found happiness in.

Pheonyx sighed, tiredly, and dropped his backpack next to his packed suitcase and acoustic guitar case. Too tired to be bothered with packing, he was grateful that he had the mind to pack it the night before. He could hear his neighbors arguing upstairs and the sounds of sirens pierced through the shut windows. Despite the noise, his apartment felt too quiet. The missing sound of happy whimpers and nails clicking on dirty tile wore at his heart. Pulling out his cheap flip phone, he dialed his sister’s number. As usual, she didn’t pick up the first time he called. He shut the phone and waited. 5…4…3…2…1… The phone buzzed in his hand. Maggie was quite predictable sometimes. He flopped down on the couch and pressed the green button.

“How is my boy?”, Pheonyx asked.

There was a melodic chuckle on the other end, followed by his sister’s strong southern accent. “Well hello, Nyx. Good to hear from you. The farm is good. My classes are goin’ well-”

“Maggs, I love you but my boy spent hours on a plane today. He might have been doped up on Benadryl-laced cheese but I need to know he’s not traumatized. I feel guilty that I couldn't get him room on the same flight as me. Stupid breed laws, I had to go through a third party airline.”

A door shut in the background, one Pheonyx knew from memory. He could just imagine Maggie shutting the old screen door on the white farmhouse and heading out onto the porch. “Kismet is fine. He’s already peed on every tree in the first acre. And has already tried to break into the chicken coop twice. Literally scared an egg right outta Hillary Fluff.”

A deep laugh rumbled through his chest. He could already see his goofy, bluetick coonhound/pitbull running around the fields and causing havoc. His mutt had the stocky body of a pitbull, all muscle and brick head, but the speckled color of a bluetick coonhound. The dog was crazy. The smarts of a hound with the spastic energy of a pitbull. He was a happy-go-lucky dog and the light of Pheonyx’s lonely life. A shade different from when he had found him as a skinny puppy behind the tattoo shop. The poor thing was skin and bones, covered in scars. The pain in Kismet’s eyes was one that Pheonyx saw in the mirror everyday. He found kinship in the bundle of fur. And from that day forward, they were glued to each other.

Maggie continued, “He’s asleep in the living room right now. You might have to fight Daddy for custody when you head back home next month, though. Gave him the full vet treatment. Shots, nail trim, ear cleanin'. They fell asleep on the couch together, and he’s been spoilin’ him all day. ”

Pheonyx slightly tensed at the mention of his stepfather. “Speaking of Hershel, how are he and mom doing about the whole surgery thing? I know they’re the ones who offered for me to stay but I still remember the first time I mentioned it. Mom just cried for the whole call. And Hershel just kinda exploded.”

There was a pause before his sister responded. “They’re set in their ways, Nyx. Both are of the mind that God makes no mistakes. That by changin’ your body, you’re throwin’ insult to the Lord. But they love you. I’ve been showin’ them those studies and articles you send me. That seems to help with the misgenderin’ and deadnamin’. Haven’t heard them do either in almost a year. They would prefer you not have surgery, but they want you to be happy. It took them a while to get used to your tattoos too. Once it’s over with, I feel like things will get better.”

Even though she couldn’t see him, Pheonyx nodded, “Yeah. I think so too. For me too. I’m just- Maggie, I’m just so happy this is happening. It feels like everything that has happened has been leading me to now. I don’t know if I would have the courage to do this, if I had stayed in Georgia. Don’t get me wrong, I miss you guys. But I couldn’t heal there. Here, I have friends.”, he heard his sister sniffle on the other line and tried to break the tension, “Hell, I can have hookups without worrying about Hershel or Beth freaking out about premarital sex.”

The joke hit home and Maggie chuckled, “Speakin’ of hookups, you got anyone special in your life currently? And I might not be able to see you but I know you’re rollin’ your eyes at me, mister. I’m knee-deep in my senior thesis. I need to live vicariously through your love life.”

True to her words, he rolled his eyes and put his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, “No. Just a couple shitty hookups. I went to a street fair with my boss, Zane, last weekend. Saw one of those psychics there. Really cliche with the purple headwrap and crystal ball. The whole nine yards. Told me that my soulmate would make an appearance soon. I asked for a description and she vaguely said he would be ‘a dark, gruff man with a streak of blue that carries a bow’. Also, said something about us having the same marks but I’m not sure what she meant by that. So, if you know any dark, mysterious archers. Let me know.” He laughed, not knowing that an emotionally-stunted, bowman–with eyes of Georgia blue and matching scars–was closer than he would have expected.

Prologue Part 2

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #daryl x oc #twd fanfiction #twd daryl #twd #daryl dixon x trans!OC #daryl dixon x omc #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x trans!reader #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon romance #The Walking Dead #from the ashes

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amandalira0599 · 10 months

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Eric Alvarado was born on June 6th, 1986 in Indianapolis, Indiana. He has a sister, Kristi, and a brother, Matthew. He lived in Indianapolis until he was about 15, when he moved to Texas.

He was a normal kid that loved to draw and spend time with his family and friends. He eventually moved to Atlanta, Tx and got married. He was about to open his own tattoo shop called Slow Down Graphics. He was excited for his new adventure and at a happy place in his life.

On the evening of November 20th, 2018, he decided to leave the house with his two pit bulls. His wife stated that " he was just gone. The door was open, the jeep was gone.." She said that she assumed he had gone for a can of snuff.

After 30 minutes, she called 911 and reported him missing. The 911 dispatcher suggested she should try the local stores or see if he had a flat tire or some other issue.

Now, according to his wife and others close to the couple, he never went anywhere without her. But on that night, they had taken her children to her parents house, so it was only the two of them. In one statement that I personally heard, she said she stayed home because she had just started her period and didn't feel good. In another statement, (the public one) she said she didn't even know he had left or was leaving.

His phone was a prepaid plan and had ran out of minutes at midnight that night, not long after he left? 🤔

Now, I don't know how it is with other couples, I can only speak for myself. But if my husband just left and didn't say a word, I would try to call him first, not 911. And he would not have just left me like that in the middle of the night without saying a word. It just doesn't make sense.

I'm not pointing fingers or saying she had anything to do with it. All I am saying is that it doesn't add up. Answer me this one question: How did she know after 30 minutes, that he would be a missing person? It's been almost 5 years and Eric is a Missing Person! Is it coincidence? Or did she simply jump the gun on calling him in missing?

I will be back tomorrow night with more details on this case. This story is far from over.

#true crime #finding eric alvarado #unsolved crime #missing

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akatabitch · 2 years

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Queen of Hell

featuring: bbymutha/Brittnee Moore & black!fem enby character

genre:smut 18+ (nsfw—minors/ageless/empty blogs dni)

warnings:smut, time jumps, explicit language, tribbing, cunniligus, rimjob, strap-on play, facesitting, drug use

themes:Black American folklore, supernatural, The Crossroads Man

a/n: ee=she/he/them/it in various Black American creoles. Some parts are written in aave, but I may go back & edit to make it more universally understandable. & this is my first post & story on this platform so don’t do me lol.

wc:3,577

Eden inhaled deeply through the nose and blew a long breath out of their mouth. Pinching the bridge of their nose. A fruitless attempt to quiet the simmering rage swelling inside.

After a short eye roll, they continued scrolling through the slew of emails sent to their phone in the span of a couple of hours.

Eden was currently on an assignment in Atlanta. In fact, they had only landed an hour ago. This particular project required them to document the rituals of several Cuban Fodu cabildos.

If one was truly thorough, they’d prioritize building affinity with the subjects of the work, before ever recording anything. Eden was certainly thorough. It could be months before they had anything to show.

Eden couldn't imagine doing anything else with their life. Filmmaking and the opportunity to document the aspects of humanity that interested them, while often plagued by financial uncertainty, was fulfilling.

Still, the gun of poverty steadied at their temple, seemed to never waver. And the entitlement from sponsors and fellowship faculty often made Eden consider another path.

Or… a way to raise the monies to fund projects themselves.

Following the divination given by previous interviewees, Eden had taken some rum, cigars, and other offerings to the crossroads for "the man with the Black hat".

Apparently, if you came to him bearing gifts, he'd be open to a preposition, and you could be granted whatever you desired. As of yet, nothing had come of that.

Eden was currently stationed directly outside of the door of the Arará Savalú cabildo—but pivoted, eyes settling on the vintage thrift shop across the street. The building almost looked like a warehouse. Squat and ominous looking as fuck. If it wasn't for the large signs advertising that it was a store, one wouldn't know what to anticipate.

Once inside, Eden noted the lack of customers, but the quality of the merchandise was marvelous. An assorted array of expensive vintage jewelry, printed tees, and decor statement pieces greeted Eden immediately. It was like a charcuterie of aesthetic antiques. Eden felt immediately at ease.

They peered around, trying to locate an owner. But seemed to be totally alone. Eden shrugged, maybe they're in the back. And started to peruse the merchandise.

They visibly brightened at the table full of CDs and vinyl records, in the middle of the store. A toothy smile stretched across their face at the sight. Immediately, Eden began looking through the options of vintage albums haphazardly organized in milk crates. Fingers flipping slowly over each cover, carefully looking through.

They had just discovered a copy of Donna Summer's Love to Love You Baby, when a flutter of color in their peripheral caught their attention.

It was the huge, powder pink afro wig that snared their gaze initially. It was complimentary to Eden's own hot pink puff.

And the longer Eden looked, the more their was to be impressed by. This was beauty a camera could never capture. Beauty that could never be replicated. Their cinnamon brown skin, for one. They had a sailor moon tattoo on their forehead, positioned directly under a lipoma. As Eden sized the curvy figure, it was impossible to not admire the way the pink, red, and white floral miniskirt accentuated their legs. As well, the way the white fitted collared cropped tee hugged their titties. A tattoo was visible underneath their breasts. Stretch marks and beads adorned their waist. And their leopard print sneakers made it obvious the sliver of leopard bra peaking behind their white tee was intentional.

Eden was ready to risk it all. But remembering the plain grey sweats, black oversized Aaliyah tee, wide-framed glasses, and camera hanging around their neck made them hesitate. The "film student" look might've pulled in college, but there was no way it would work on this walking Aphrodite.

Besides, it wasn't good to think such sexual thoughts about strangers anyway.

Eden settled some, stifling the agitation that had risen again, this time provoked by a different emotion—desire. Turning their attention back to the albums before them.

They were reaching to collect the Donna album, when suddenly leopard acrylic nails brushed against their hands.

"My bad." The person with the pink hair giggled slightly, covering their smile with their left hand. Their body language and mannerisms hinted at a bit of shyness, Eden wouldn't have expected. "I hope this isn't weird, but is it okay if I look at your camera?"

Eden consented, lifting the strap up over their head, and relinquishing it to them.

"Where do I click to take a picture?"

Eden leaned over, ignoring the smell of cinnamon invading dey senses. "Just press this button."

They leaned back, angling the camera to capture Eden. Then...click.

"I was thinking about getting one." They slowly lowered the camera. "I like to take videos of my daily life, just don't know which one is the best choice."

"I guess it depends on what you're looking for."

"I just want something that's gonna last for years."

Eden, didn't know if they was reading too much into it, but something about the lilt in their tone seemed suggestive. "This one's pretty good then."

Dead silence filled the room. It was quieter than a graveyard. And suddenly Eden realized how suspicious their sudden appearance was. "I didn't realize anyone else was in here.”

"Yeah, I'm the owner. Monday's are pretty slow."

"Oh-." Eden started to say something, but they cut them off.

"I just wanted to come help you. You seem...like you're searching for something particular." The smirk they sent instantly moistened Eden's boxers.

"My name is Brittnee."

"Eden."

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How Brittnee ended up in Eden's hotel room was a mystery even to them. Somehow in the span of a mere hour, they had been convinced to skip their plans for the day and to take Brittnee home.

But they couldn't deny the hotel bed was a much needed reprieve from the jet lag currently setting in their body. And the pretty, brown figure warming the left side of the bed was even more relaxing. Leaning back against the black, velvety, headboard, dey peered curiously through they glasses at Brittnee rummaging through her purse.

"You want one?"Brittnee emerged from the bag. Holding up what appeared to be stickers.

"What is it?"

"A portal."

Eden set they glasses to the side. Contemplating momentarily, before nodding sharply.

Brittnee first set a tab on her tongue. Making sure to maintain eye contact with Eden, as she dragged the stiletto nail leisurely down her tongue. Then she gave the other to Eden. Her own saliva coating the tiny sheet.

Eden stuck out they tongue, placing the drug on it, and allowing it to dissolve.

Lust overtook Brittnee, as she watched Eden’s every move intently. There was no sexual intent behind the action, but she couldn’t help but fantasize about the muscle snaking and pressing against her flesh. For the moment, she settled for sucking the tip of Eden’s tongue.

The unexpected connection, combined with the sweet taste of the other's mouth, caused them both to moan softly. As cliché as it sounded, Brittnee tasted like cherries. And to Brittnee, Eden tasted like fire. Sultry and smoky. She could taste beyond Eden's physical form. She could taste they essence. They soul.

Brittnee's hips bucked, as Eden captured her tongue between their soft, cushiony lips. Tilting her head to the side, she deepened the kiss. Massaging Eden's lips keenly with her own. She gripped they neck lightly. Lightly touching the tip of her tongue to Eden’s.

Then slowly pushed them down on the bed. They melted into each other. Minds clouded from the feeling of their warm mouths and fronts, rubbing and brushing together.

Eden reached they hands up to grip Brittnee's breasts, without ever separating their lips.

The sound of their lips suckling and muffled pants filled the room. Merely intensified by the addition of light groping.

Eden sucked Brittnee's bottom lip in they mouth. Then unsatisfied with the light touches, completely tangled their tongue with her's. Swirling it around, until Brittnee felt dizzy. They nipped and sucked and licked at her vulnerable mouth. Eden couldn't stop sampling Brittnee's intoxicating taste. Drunk off her kisses, they smoothed dey hands over her figure; fondling her breasts, her waist, her ass.

It felt like their mouths made love for an eternity. Or maybe, it just took some time for the drugs to hit. When it did, the earth began to melt away. And only then, did their lips separate.

"Welcome to Muthaland." Brittnee said, with that coy smile once again adorning her face.

"We're at the edge of hell. By the end of this trip, I'll take you allllll the way there."

She bent over on the black heart-shaped bed. Black roses were sprinkled across the sheets. A nightstand, filled with a lone powder pink strap-on, a box of condoms, and a familiar looking bottle of rum was tucked on the side. In the distance, the full moon glimmered in the sky.

The clear night sky and draft, gave the impression that they were outside. Eden couldn't see much else beyond the bed before them and the moon above. It felt like they were the only people left in the world, seeing as they couldn’t see anything beyond that.

Brittnee pulled Eden back into her gravity. Teasingly shaking her fat ass in a pink thong. The sight alone had waterfalls flowing and they mind empty of all questions.

The lace bra & panty set she had on, matched the strap perfectly. And the pink afro was gone, now replaced with short, buzzed hair. The tattoos littered across her breasts and body, were enticing.

All of Eden's clothes had disappeared also. Red boxers and a red sports bra, neither of which they recognized, were all they had on. Still, that didn't stop Brittnee from commanding them to, "Strip."

The shyness and coyness was completely gone.

"And come eat mama's pussy." She turned over, sitting on the edge of the bed, opening her legs so Eden could see the meal spread before them.

Brittnee, seemingly pulled a cigar outta nowhere. The tip of her finger glowed, lighting the end. I'm fucking tweaking. Eden thought, as they took off the rest of their clothes. I'm seeing all kinds of shit.

"So the curtains match the drapes." Brittnee said with a giggle. The lack of clothes allowed one to see that Eden's pussy hair was dyed hot pink to match their hair.

"Ye, lemme see if yours do too." Eden crossed the length of the space to Brittnee. In no way deterred by the thick cigar smoke that hung in the air near her.

They didn't hesitate to kneel between Brittnee's brown legs. Beginning by placing a gentle, butterfly kiss in her center. Eden even started to come up to kiss Brittnee's breasts, to stretch the length of the encounter, but a firm hand gripping the back of their head stayed them.

"Eat this pussy, now. Until I tell you to stop."

Eden did as told. Scooping they arms under Brittnee's thick thighs. The slowly licked up the length of her pussy, through the pink panties. Then sucking gently on her nub, stroked her lower lips with the pads of they fingers.

Eden repeated this movement a few times before finally lifting Brittnee's ass up off the bed to slide her panties off. Placing kisses down the trail of hair leading to her honeypot. Then one in the crease of her left leg. On her thigh. On her calf. On her ankle.

Brittnee moaned out of pleasure, but impatiently pushed Eden's head where she wanted it to go.

"I'm not gonna beg for it. You know you want a taste."

Eden tightened they grip on Brittnee's thighs, pulling her wet mound to their equally wet mouth in response. They rounded dey their lips, suctioning on the sensitive skin like a vacuum, sucking up every bit of juice in their path.

Brittnee moaned at the sensation. And Eden moaned at the sound of their lover's moans. Eden was so wet they could feel the moisture trickling down their thighs.

Tongue flickering like the smooth-talking muthafucker that tempted Eve, Eden ate Brittnee's pussy like it was forbidden fruit. Like it was the last meal. The sound of Eden's mewling and Brittnee's encouragement sliced through the surrounding matter.

Brittnee's 'ohyou'resofuckinggoodyourmouth feelssofuckinggoodyesyesyeslickthismuthafuckaupjustlikethatooyounastyfuckingbitch' were broken up only by the sounds of Eden's moans and they lips smacking on Brittnee's sex.

Eden licked long, gentle stripes from bottom to top. Sloppily sucking Brittnee's clit gently into they mouth, and simultaneously licked the tip of her tongue in circles on her clit. Eden expertly licking and sucking her clit at the same time drove Brittnee wild. She pressed Eden's face to her wetness, tightening her thighs around they head, and fucked they face.

Eden shook they head wildly. Also, pressing her face as deep as it could go in Brittnee's center. Never neglecting their job, they continued to suction they mouth.

When fatigue began to affect they muscle. Eden tongue-fucked her hole instead. The saltiness of her outer flesh, was replaced by the sweetness of her center. In and out. In and out. They moaned as Brittnee's walls spasmed around their tongue. It felt like they were kissing again. Eden wasn't really a dirty talker, but Brittnee couldn't help but to call out directives and encouragement.

"Use your fingers."

Eden slowly stuck one finger in Brittnee's drooling pussy. Then eventually two. Then three. They suckled Brittnee's clit and finger-fucked her sweetness until Brittnee's stomach convulsed violently and juices squirted on they face. Even then they didn't stop.

Lifting Brittnee's hips up even more, they licked the edge of her tight asshole. Twirling their skilled tongue around the rim. Then flicking their tongue like it was Brittnee's pussy. Licked and sucked and suckled and sampled and tasted, until Brittnee was no longer speaking coherently. Until she was pulsating and shaking. And yelling something that sounded very close to dontstopdontstop.

Until she came again.

Eden leaned back. Giving Brittnee a moment to collect herself. Barely a moment passed before she way ready for more.

"Getcho fine ass on this bed and bend over."

The moment they did. The bed begin to float. What seemed like solid ground gave way to a lake of fire. It seemed like their journey had begun. The rocking motion of the bed, only made the entire tryst more erotic.

Eden bent over as told. Then moaned loudly the moment Brittnee's lips connected with their leaking pussy. Brittnee ate that shit like it was her first meal. Like she'd never tasted pussy before. Slurping the sticky, clear wetness that leaked from between Eden's thick thighs.

It didn't take nearly as much sucking and licking for Eden to peak. As aroused as they was. "Oh, God!" Eden moaned as waves of pleasures crashed against them, nearly knocking them into the fire below.

"That nigga ain't fucking you. I am." Brittnee said sharply, before sending a hard smack to Eden's ass.

She must've put the strap on, because the next minute Eden felt their swollen, pussy being stretched to fit around the plastic dick. Their arousal and wetness made penetration easy, as their pussy opened to clasp around the pole. Eden clapped they ass back to meet the slow paces of Brittnee's stroke. Using the muscles in they ass to seamlessly lift and throw it back to meet each blow. The tool massaged their walls and due to the angle their clit as well.

Suddenly Brittnee sped up and Eden was overcome with pleasure. Eden bit down on their lip. Looking back at Brittnee's beautiful concentrated face, made them even more aroused. This entire encounter Eden had been mostly mute but they no longer could keep quiet.

"Fuck me just like that!"Eden tried to keep up, and continued to throw they ass back to meet each stroke. "You like when I throw this wet fucking pussy on you." Brittnee gripped they hair, pulling dem back further on the dick, slicked with Eden's moisture. Eden could no longer keep up and decided to just let Brittnee do all the stroking. But that wasn't enough for Brittnee and she gripped they waist, slamming Eden's ass back on the dick. She was entranced, watching the pink flesh of the strap disappear in Eden's pretty brown pussy. Out of excitement she smacked they ass. Again and again and again. Enjoying the red welts that appeared on Eden's brown skin. Wanting to concentrate on slapping Eden's ass she instructed them to throw they ass back.

“Twerk on this shit.”

“Fuckkkk I can’t.”

Brittnee stilled completely, gripping Eden's hair again, to draw them nearer. "You can do it baby, twerk on me." She kissed they neck sweetly. "Shake that fat ass, mama."

Brittnee sat back on her heels. And her being still made it slightly easier too. Eden hooked they feet under Brittnee's thighs, over her calves.

Then they started throwing their ass back. Damn near putting a New Orleans shaker to shame, they jiggled, twerked, bust it wide open, all on that thick dick. Brittnee laughed. "That's what I'm talmbout, baby." She smacked Eden's ass. "Oou fuck me! Fuck this dick." She couldn't help her enthusiasm and again began lifting her hips up to smash into Eden's wet pussy.

"Wait, wait."

Eden was outta breath, but Brittnee hardly paid that any mind. She pulled out and laid down on her back.

"Ride this dick, hoe!"

Eden didn't hesitate. By now realizing that what Brittnee said, was how shit was finna go.

They left foot was on the tippy toe, positioned underneath Brittnee's arm. Right knee pressing in the bed by her hip. Slowly they pushed they pussy down. Taking a little at a time. Gently and slowly. Until, her dick completely filling them up. Once it was in comfortably they placed the other knee down and rode that shit.

Eden lifted they ass up, using they fingers to stretch they cheeks, ensuring the tip of the dick was positioned at the back of the pussy wall and slid down. Up down up down up down. Eating the dick, like a pair of coochie cutters in a fat nyash. Eden propped they hands on each side of Brittnee's head before clapping they ass on her. They couldn't help moaning as Brittnee leaned up and sucked a hardened nipple into her warm mouth.

Brittnee gripped they throat too. Slightly cutting off air pressure, just enough for them to feel lightheaded, but where they were still able to breath. Eden continued rolling her pussy down on the shit. Only slowing when Brittnee began drilling her gaping hole from underneath. They had never been dicked down like dis.

Fed up of not being in control, Brittnee picked Eden up by they thighs and toppled them over. Laying them on them back.

"Suck me up, baby."

Eden didn't even reply, just opened they mouth. Brittnee moaned as the force from them sliding their mouth on the dick, pressed into her clit. It felt so good as Eden twirled and slid their mouth down the pole with a vengeance.

Brittnee almost fell out, when Eden momentarily lifted the strap to eat her pussy underneath it. Instinctively, she sat down and began to ride Eden's pretty face.

Eden flipped them over. Sensing that their time together was nearing its end. "That's not all I want to do tonight." They said, before Brittnee could protest.

They picked Brittnee's legs up, pushing her knees up into her body. Then mounting her, one leg on each side of her hips. Began riding her. Rubbing their soaked pussies together. They both moaned as their clits met. And Eden reached down to fondle Brittnee's penny,colored nipples. Eden swung her hips, alternating between moving front and back. And in circular motions. They were so close, they didn't want to stop. The bucking and convulsions beneath them indicated that Brittnee was closer. And they sped up. Front, back, left, right, circle, front, back, left, right, circle until they felt her pussy gushing beneath them. Still, Eden continued until they felt their own peak coming. They begin twerking their ass down, smacking their pussies together. Until, finally they collapsed.

"Hmm, baby. That shit was better than any offering I've ever had."

Eden glanced up at Brittnee. Then realized they'd arrived at the gates of the underworld.

"Normally, this is where I drop muthafuckas off." Brittnee said with a grin. "They always asking for more than they can give."

Eden startled, slowly beginning to realize that this experience was not induced by any tab.

This figure stretched on the bed with dem was The Crossroads Man.

Brittnee's long nail traced down Eden's heaving chest. "But if you fuck me like that for all eternity. You can have whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" Eden had never been good at making the right decision.

"Whatever you want."

"Deal."

And Eden leaned over to seal it with a kiss.

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