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ssg-nagareyn · 1 month

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Nagareboshi

Smooth as a cactus flower

Cold as a supernova

A shooting star among dragons

Nigga I was always the jack of odd balls

I'm sorry, all trades and master of one-of-dones

Life really hasn't been a rave considered fun

It's a game that's pay to win

Pay your debts bitch

Money talks

Cash is king

Credit don't mean shit

You're too far in it to quit

I am nothing without my れ

From a time when all I knew

Was a name that stained my soul

As permanent as the tears I've cried

The night I learned too young

What it was like to stain your lips

From an overly curious boy

That you had called your family for hours

And you were deathly afraid of the consequences in telling anyone

Because “Heaven Knows” it was more of a crime “if I turned out gay” than if I was SA’d

Well it's no fun when you're the one tasting the bitter blade

I weep for my previous name because he

Never had a chance but I am thankful

For him because he birthed me

A birth that I spent too long hiding behind the same mask that I was born in.

I was never him, I never knew what me was.

What I saw on my computer screen were friends being free

Guys wearing skirts who would eventually become beautiful women

Bro I wasn't thinking of any of that I was too busy trying not to get picked on for being a weirdo

A quiet MF who stayed in the corner of the class playing on his Gameboy in lunch breaks

Told that piece of shit called my father that it was the village who raised me from a teen

Some of my best homies I met at one-thirteen are still a touch away if I need them

But not even they know the real me

Because I never knew who that bitch was until the eve of losing my life.

My mother. She was my life.

It has not been be same since that eve.

It's ironic isn't it? I spent two years of my life feeling the most liberated I felt.

The one person who I would be terrified and curious of seeing me like this is not here.

How would you feel? What would you react?

You'd tell me to clean my fucking room first off

You'd gasp and have a heart attack for seeing how I treat your wig

You'd see my photos and those focal points of anger would melt away

Even close confidants of us say that we look alike

Heck, we always did even when I was him

And when I told you I was non-binary you still accepted me even though you didn't get it.

I think you would have been a big help in my path of knowing how to use makeup

How to present myself

I've been going to lounges and open mics, bars and house shows with my friends

Isn't this what you used to do during The Garage and Roseland era?

I find myself protecting my homies much like a guard on standby

But I have fun because I know I'm protected.

So what did you do when you didn't feel protected?

When Jeannie passed, what went through your mind?

You left the apartment in a storm, grabbed your Newports, and I stayed up

I had school the next day but I had a stomach virus

But I didn't want to leave your side the following day and nothing you said was going to get me to go to school

I lied, you woulda forced me but promised me you'd be okay

I couldn't face Jeannie on her deathbed. I couldn't face you with the sheet over your body.

This wasn't meant to be a letter to you!

But…you are me, are you not?

When someone asked if my new name is my birthday, I said, I wasn't sure if I could call it.

But when you gave birth to me, you said it was a second birthday to you, right?

So, maybe, this whole Flow thing…was…like a second birthday for me.

When I lost you… Flow was born…

She…and you…became my second birthday.

That is in my name.

Malik was the middle name given to me by my mother.

My father gave me Naquan. In her words, he felt the name sounded cool.

But Malik had meaning. It meant King.

You looked up to Malcolm X.

That was his name. Malik el-Shabazz

I played Elden Ring two years ago

The main antagonist, her name was Marika.

There are no “Ls” in the Japanese language

So you can see the correlation, Malika, which means queen.

A tragic tale as antagonists don't really exists in that game

Just people with their own duties to fulfill.

But even that felt too similar to my old self.

Reyna was the result of weeks of sitting alone after work, high out of my mind

Because it is the only way I have solace these days.

It means Queen but it's so fucking versatile! Reyn sounds close enough to Nay

Reyna is Re:Nay. Rebirth of Nay

And to emphasis that

The middle name’s Renée

The last name’s Nagare

Because that's just how it flows.

No, seriously, 流れ means Flow.

But if you take the れ away…

It becomes 流 (In person imagine me saying Ryu)

And this is also a part of me because there are many Flows to my essence.

I got many styles, all this time this was a poem

But I'm having a conversation with you

On some crazy stream of consciousness shit

Streams and flows, that's what it means when you take away the れ

But the “Re” is what makes me, me!

Without the Re, I'm not Reyna, a sovereign

I'm Nay without a birthright.

Renée without the Re is stillborn, much like how I spent two-thirds of my life

I can be a shooting star among dragons

But that's not my true calling,

That's like in the Street Fighter movie

Where they gave “Ryu” the name “Ryu Hoshi”

He is not a “Shooting Star” he a “Rising Dragon”

I am the Spark to your Soul among the stars

And my Soul is a fucking Satellitare

Pardon my Italian tongue

But I'm as beautiful as a Rose

And I almost fucking forgot that.

If only I wasn't staring at the Torii gates mentally

Mix my soul with the Spirit Realm

Walking around with a halo over my head

Even Lazuli got caught lacking among the Z-Fighters

No one is wasting a prayer on me with the Dragon Balls

It was a good run but all stars fade.

#i lost everything #i lost my mind #i lost my entire will #protect trans kids #protect your friends #this is a cry for help #please...i don't want my star to fade...

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rd0265667 · 2 months

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Ha, ha, ha, schyeah

Way too rich to drive a Rove' Made a milli' on the stove She like to put it in her nose Pretty bitch with white toes I done put on all the bros I done fucked her in the Rolls (Hahahaha) I done pulled up in the Ghost I done reached all my goals Yeah, yeah, pull up with Yeezy and Dolla $ign I'm all about business, I'm mindin' mine Pull up in the trenches like Columbine Pull up with the rocket like NumbaNine I don't want your hoes Young nigga reach all the goals Let her suck the dick, said she was a pro If she scrape her teeth, I'ma tell her to go

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go (Ha, ha, ha) Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible

Dolla $ign She ride it like Six Flags We turn up to the max I whop her from the back I gave that bitch a cramp They love me out in France In the hood, I'm good, I'm stamped Every day, I dress all black For a show, nine hundred racks Middle East call, double that On my neck a bubble bath On my wrist, new Cadillac Cut her off, don't want her back Lil' bitch, I'm a superstar These hoes wanna fuck my car My dog put a nigga in park Gotta watch out for the narcs, ayy

This that Game of Thrones, Yeezy, not the clones Elon, where my rocket ship? It's time to go home (Ha) They served us the porn since the day we was born (Ha, ha) Anybody pissed off, gotta make 'em drink the urine (Ha, ha) Now I'm Ye-Kelly, bitch, now I'm Bill Cosby, bitch (Ha, ha) Now, I'm Puff Daddy rich, that's Me Too me rich (Ha, ha) Why she say she sucked my dick? Then she say she ain't sucked my dick? (Ha, ha) She gon' take it up the ah, like a ventriloquist (Ha, ha) I mean since Taylor Swift, since I had the Rollie on the wrist (Ha, ha) I'm the new Jesus, bitch, I turn water to Cris' (Ha, ha) This for what they did to Chris, they can't do shit with this (Ha, ha) Got my kids in a fake school, we ain't– (Ha, ha, ha)

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival (Schyeah) I done did the impossible (Schyeah) Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible

She ride the dick like a carnival Bend her over, havin' flashbacks, she gon' eat me up like a carnivore It's the way I pop my shit, the hoes not ready, I'm goin' barnacles Movin', I feel like I'm Jason, can't get arrested, I make 'em stomp, oh She want a private section, roll off them X's when I'm on Melrose She tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it, but it's a borrow Hol' up, sittin' back, countin' up dubs, I was raised in the borough She wanna taste it, checkin' the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow If you know what I know, hide your ho Just off the facts that we havin' them hunchos Runnin' around in the lobby, I know that they tired of me havin' like ten hoes She need some cresidentials just to be presidential, hol' up, hol' up I'm 'bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, woah, woah Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, uh I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh I'm 'bout to nut on her body and tell the ho, "Leave", 'kay Fifty mil' stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang eat, uh It's Ye and Barti, tell me who fuckin' with we? I'm hot like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' that ho in my sleep Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Z's, woah (Woah-woah) The swag cover my body like it's a disease, woah (Woah-woah)

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angrilymanaging · 1 year

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K, So…. I’m writing.

This lady on snapped poisoned most of her family, and murdered them. Like first, the husband, then her son, and then tried to kill her daughter, and that’s when people started getting suspicious. She was a nurse, Her husband, didn’t work, which I guess wasn’t a problem, he was a stay at home dad, they had 3 kids. The oldest I guess showed like signs of savant syndrome right, She excelled at everything. She didn’t try to kill her she only told her about it, and enlisted her in her evil plan. The husband, was I don’t want to call him like a bum, but he didn’t work a lot he had like part time jobs, was heavy in his music not that he tried to make a career of it, but was like me you know, passionate about music, but I know I couldn’t really ever be famous, in turn I don’t really care much for speaking in front of or being around large crowds of people. I like to sing but in private, or in church. When I think of goals in the industry I definitely mean behind the scenes like, doing hair and styling clothes. Anyway, Her son had autism and seizures, and was an emo kid. His death wasn’t really suspicious, people almost expected it, cause of different things he was posting on his social media. He was who he was. The other daughter was I guess just a drain. I don’t understand these women, Like cause no not me, not now, it’s what this girl says to broke boys when it comes to sex. I wasn’t always like that though, I really used to give niggas a chance to disappoint me and ruin my life, like, I know you have the potential to do it, just prove me wrong. You not gonna prove me wrong?Ok bet.

I started having kids when I was very young. Not on purpose, just lack of general knowledge of sex love and intimacy. I was so ignorant, and just naive as soon as my daughters turned 13, I bought the book “The Coldest Winter Ever” for them. I mean I gave them age appropriate books, when they began coming into their moons, like my favorites were “The care and keeping of You” Those are the American Girl series, but I don’t really live in a town where wholesome, is really the way of life, and I knew that both of them would own half my personality and attitude, so I let Sista Soulja do a bunch of the teaching for me to begin with, and I made for damn sure that when they reached whatever point it was for them, that their decisions were well informed. You can’t tell nobody I didn’t teach ya ass nothin cause I definitely told you what could happen if you was out there bein grown. So my oldest daughter, I had when I was 17. She, I believe is about to be 24, I’ve lost track since she got grown enough to “Fly herself out” somewhere for her birthday weekends. She is pretty level headed, she’s the kid that made me believe that it was easy. She was a very sweet baby, her disposition even right now, is gentle. She taught me not to hit my kids, she taught me not to yell, and she taught me how to be a good friend. My youngest daughter is 17. I can’t wait until she turns 18, so she could be legal enough to be responsible for her own decisions. Again, half my personality and half my attitude. I die on crosses she nails me too very often, and it is very stressful. I love her, I really do, but her being 18, will be a relief. Then she can take my advice or not, and it will be on her. She has a very high spirit, and strong mind. She teaches me patience. She really doesn’t understand that my life was not always good like it was when I had her. She was the one that I had, to teach me about my responsibilities as a mom. I couldn’t take the bus with 2 kids. I had to learn to drive, and buy a car. I barely had a sitter with one kid, I had none with 2 kids, I had to sit down and raise them. I didn’t want to live with my mom with 2 kids, I had to keep my own place. She met me when I was able to give them anything they wanted, and anything they needed, take them anywhere they wanted to go. My only son is 13. He was planned, not born in wed lock, but brought forth through love. He is the only man who can, and will break my heart, probably over and over again. I tread very lightly with him. I love him from a distance. I have a 7 year old grandson. He is very funny and very cute. He cushions the blow a bit, for the situation with my son. He isn’t my son, but I am allowed the pleasure of assisting to raise him. Before me, It was my dad. He was his best friend,lol. Guess who is his best friend now?

All of my children have different fathers, which I don’t really think that it would have turned out different. I was 17, with the first, I was 23, with the second, and 28 when the last one came. So I don’t know they didn’t come, like most peoples, all of them were the baby for their own time, and I have always been proud of that, they are each spoiled in their own way. By happy mistake, my bloodline regenerates about every 5 to seven years, I’m wondering which daughter it will be this time, cause we are very over due lol. It won’t be me, oh that’s what this was originally about, I have to be mindful of going off on those tangents.

So after my son was born, I stayed with his dad for about a year. I did cheat, but with a women, not that that is better you know… cheating is wrong.I don’t regret it, and would probably definitely do it again. I don’t know, you can ask him why he deserved it. What I will say though is that by the time my baby was almost one, I felt like I looked better going it alone. I think it was at about around his tenth month that I had decided that not only was I not having anymore children with his dad, but with nobody,and took the necessary precautions to not, Period. I was carrying my whole family by myself, now never did I ever think about killing anyone like this lady did, I love all of my kids, I loved them from the day I found out about them, f’ck a nigga. People call me a bully, because of how I handle children, I am tough, but I am very fair, and I’m really a softy, til you get beside yourself. I am the greatest advocate for children because adults responsible for me ALL dropped the ball. I did love my daddy, and he was my hero, but when I got grown enough to understand, please believe, he made his fair share of apologies. I guess I could understand, why my 2 youngest children would call me abusive, cause I am the disciplinarian in their lives. I am militant at best, but the only people who have problems with how I handle my kids, are the bums I don’t want them to turn out like, that is me being honest, so I don’t really trip when I hear rumors about my parenting skills cause look at the people talking.

But, when you are the mom, the dad, the breadwinner….. and you have a man, something has to give. I didn’ want to put myself in a position where poverty was my only option, because I had too many kids. I didn’t want to be one of those people who never got to really have a life, because there was always a kid to raise. I also didn’t want to put my children in a position where they wouldn’t get a fair share of the generational wealth I hope to one day build. So I got my tubes tied. After I had my last baby. We can f’ck but I’m not having anymore babies, that is out of the question. I’m actually glad that I did too because I am not good with love, and just cause a nigga say they love you, don’t mean they do, and I’m not bout to push nobody else out to end up raising them by myself. Plus, when I’m ready to be done with your ass I don’t need no ties that bind. Not to mention, it isn’t fair to your kid. I’m 40 now, and with my children reared, and slim to no possibility of having another one… I am not going to lie if I get pregnant again, that will be my first ever abortion, and I will repent everyday, and I when I die demand the guy at the pearly gates to go and get his manager, because he will have to see reason. I work hard on my body. I like to do things I want to do and with 2/3rds of my children raised, the last being in the care of loving parents, who is bout to have a baby when there are trips to Miami to be taken? I met a woman who had grown kids, and then a toddler and she was like 45, didn’t even know where the kids father was, if she even knew who it was because she was the type. Don’t get it twisted, like I borderline the type you dig? But I’m not crazy enough to get pregnant and start all over again, and by myself, immediately no.

So when I think of this lady marrying this man, I guess one baby with him, kind of made sense but you just kept on. Why if you know this nigga didn’t like to work, and had little to no ambition, for any goal in life, would you, first of all how do you even get horny enough to have sex with and get pregnant by a nigga who buyin ya birthday cards, anniversary, and Valentine’s Day gifts with your money. I think about it and laugh at how really stupid I used to be. Just for you to get so tired of taking care of they overgrown asses, and put antifreeze in they food and drinks. You looked better just takin your favorite kid and haulin ass. Them people was grown. Now you on death row.

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alwaysbewoke · 2 years

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so let's me take a crack at this.

coons: so this is the category that most black people think is the only category but that's a problem we'll discuss that later. but yeah coons (in this context) are black guys who straight-up hate black women cuz they've been brainwashed into believing that black women are base. bottom of the barrel. the worst of the worst. lowest of the low. they're not silent about their hatred of black women either. they mock black women and their appearance, their names, their dress, their style (while dating white women who do nothing but bite black women btw) and more. additionally they brag about their hatred of black women to other haters of black women ESPECIALLY if those people are white people. these are the worst of the worst and while it is easy to simply hate them, the reality is they are victims of white supremacist brainwashing (which could be any of us since psychological warfare against white supremacist brainwashing is a constant thing that black people must engage in). not only that, sometimes these people grow up in homes that support these ideas. i wouldn't be surprised if often times behind a cooning black man there's a cooning mother and/or cooning father. like kanye said "hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids." so these black men date outside of their race because they sincerely hate black women and they do so because they in truth hate themselves. this hatred of themselves is expressed in many ways but the hatred and mockery of black women is ALWAYS one of the ways it expresses itself. and now they go about trying to resolve that self hatred by chasing after white approval which they understand comes by showing disdain for black women (among other ways). now they will try and hide this fact under any number of bullshit excuses (like when those coons fresh&fit tried to make their hatred of black women about "preferences" (foh)) but it's always mega transparent to those with at least half a braincell.

trophy hunters: so these guys are very close to coons but they don't out right hate black women. in fact many trophy hunters have a history of dating black women but when it comes to serious, long term commitments, they're looking for a trophy and for them a trophy is always a non-black woman, usually a white woman. the brainwashing is virtually the same with these guys as it is with the coons because they've been led to believe that the signal that you've made it, that you are somebody, that you are at the top of the mountain is to have anyone on your arm other than a black woman. most often they have it in their minds that the woman that they need to have on their arm is a white woman. they've been convinced that white women are the zenith of femininity, elegance, grace, refinement, style, worthiness, etc.. like i said however they're not exactly coons in that they're not mocking black women, often they're not speaking ill of black women, and they even have a history of dating black women but their actions show that when it comes down to making that serious commitment or the person they want to have on their arm when they've "made it", they're not willing to do that for and/or with black women. in that regard that only slightly less brainwashed than coons but still fucked up nonetheless. once again, look at kanye.

made the best out of a unique situation: so now we're going to start to get into the categories that i think many black people refuse to understand exist and can lead to black men coupling and/or marrying women who are not black. there are many black men who are not currently living in a situation, in a place where they do NOT have access to a plethora of black women. i know for some there is this belief that all black people grow up and live in black communities surrounded by blackness 24/7 but that's not the reality for a lot of black people. there are black people right now who are born and raised in places where there's maybe one or two (maybe three) other black families. and if the few black girls in that community, in that town aren't feeling you, what the fuck are you supposed to do? just be celibate? that's not how that should works. on top of that you have black men who are living outside the country for various reasons including work-related and military reasons. when i was a freshman in college, a senior i knew (who took me under his wing and also was a computer science major) right before graduation got a major job offer to go with a major company and making major dollars. the catch though was that this company was and still is located in japan (sounds like dwayne wayne type shit lmaoo). so he had to make a choice. either stay here in america for opportunities that weren't on that level or he had to bite the bullet move his entire life over to japan. now i don't know if you know this or not but japan is not exactly a place you're going to find a plethora of black people (men or women). especially not back in the day like i'm talkin about. so he moved to japan and many many many years later we friended each other on facebook and guess what? homie had a beautiful japanese wife and kids. why? not because he hated black women but his situation made it so that his options were different then mine and probably many of the black men reading this post. to bring this closer to home there are black athletes right now in sports like football who if they're going to make it to the nfl have to go play college sports in places where the student body is overwhelmingly white. so again, are we expecting them to be celibate if the few black women on campus aren't into them or aren't available? i know i'm not saying that. there are certain situations where your dating pool requires that you expand your options otherwise you just going to be lonely as fuck. shit one of my closest friends in the world a while back got relocated by his job to sweden hahaha. homie was making money but was lonely as shit. he had to make adjustments and yea dated a few swedish white girls because you're not running into a bunch of black girls over there. i understood 100%. these black men are just making the best out of this situation and i don't fault them no more than i would fault the number of black women who i know who were born and raised in places like idaho who dated mostly white boys because that's what that's what was around them. expand your mind on this one.

made a genuine connection: now this is the one that many black men and women refuse to accept is even possible but i'm here to tell you the world and human beings are complicated things. it is 100% possible to be a black man who doesn't hate black women, who isn't a coon, who isn't a trophy hunter and end up with a non-black woman because you made a genuine connection with one. i know for some this is sacrilege! this is unacceptable. this is beyond the pale. however again life isn't that simple. sometimes you meet someone and unexpectedly you have matching interest, matching goals, matching personalities, you find this person attractive and they just so happen to be a non-black person or, in the case of this specific topic, a non-black woman. this shit happens man. there are many people reading this needs to grow up and realize that life isn't the straight line that you often think it is. it is 100% possible for a black man to not be out here thinking or talkin about how black women are loud, black women are always angry, and all that other bullshit but just so happen to a fallen for someone who isn't black. what i typically find is that people who know that they are incapable of something can not fathom others having that ability since they know they can't do it. and so you have this weird projection where you know you could not be with a non black woman without hating on black women (or be with a non-black man without hating black men) so then it is impossible for you to understand how someone else could. so you end up shutting down or arguing with people about how is there is absolutely no way that is possible without being a traitor and all the while, in reality, you're just telling on yourself. now clearly i already listed out that they are coons and trophy hunters out here but they are also black men out here who just happen to have fallen for an asian chick, a hispanic chick, a middle eastern chick and yes even a white chick. i know that last one made many faces go sideways and i get it. the realities of white racial hatred, white supremacy and the wounds thereof are very fresh for many and the idea of coupling with the people from the group who created and maintain this white supremacist hellscape wherein black people can be shot down by police and the cops just get a paid vacation or black college grad have the same shot at a job as non college grad whites with a criminal record and etc turns the stomach. i get 100% because i feel that way often too. however i can not deny the realities where i've met black men married to non-black women who are still down for the cause and yes love black women and want to see black women succeed. i've even met black women married to white women doing more in the community than many of the people who call him a coon. i'm not going to pretend that didn't happen and that can't be a reality. this inability in some of us to accept this reality ends up trickling down to how we treat black biracials (whose crime to some in the black community is just existing) but that's a whole other subject. so yeah the last one is simply; people make genuine connections (sometimes unexpectedly) with people outside of their race that includes black men.

so that may take. like the woman in the video said, leave black women out of this. if you're with a non-black woman (for whatever the reason (good, bad, whatever)) just fucking own it and move on.

thoughts?

#black issues #black men #black dating #interracial dating #interracial

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rimaiahwrites · 3 years

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Red handed—

Chapter seven

After Erik drove away Israel came in to the house grinning even though he low key pissed her off.

She was still happy that she got to spend time with him, Erik was actually bringing happiness and excitement to her dull life and she couldn't be happier about it.

Israel walked right passed her brothers and into the kitchen, not even noticing all her brothers and their friends sitting in the living room looking at her like she lost her mind.

She grabbed a water bottle and began to chug it. Until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and started choking on the cold water. Noah got up from the floor and made his way over to pat her on the back.

When she got her choking under Control, she waved at them giving her best smile trying not to look suspicious.

"Who the fuck was that nigga you was wit'?" Her smile dropped.

"What are you talking about I-" Jay cut his eyes at her, daring her to lie to his face. Israel rolled her eyes trying to play it off. "He's Just one of my friends jay, relax."

"Since when do you have guy friends?" He asked walking into the kitchen. Everyone now quiet like he was some sort of king.

"Since when did I have to answer to you?" Israel spit back, looking him up and down. Jay was a bit taken back from her tone because it wasn't like her to get go smart mouth with him.

"Since you were born fuck you mean when? You forgetting that you the youngest?" He said cocking his head back like she just said the most stupidest shit ever. "no but You keep forgetting I'm grown. I can do as I please." She hissed slamming the freighter door shut. "I'm not no damn baby anymore, stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do I'm grown rather you like it or not, the fuck" she said stepping up to him as if he wasn't 6'0 and bulky grown man. not even realizing that she had raised her tone with him...or that she was cussing.

"Girl-" she quickly held her hand up to hush him. "No! I'm so done with this shit! Y'all three get to do whatever y'all want and y'all still live in mom and dads house and don't nobody say shit to y'all but when I hang out with someone of the opposite gender it's a problem? as if you did just sneak that girl In your room not to long ago, as if y'all wasn't fucking in there while mom was downstairs right under your room." She spit out dropping her head down a bit to give him a death stare. She was so irritated and had so much adrenaline running through her, she was shaking.

"You really can't say shit to me jay!" She said slapping her hand on the counter, and her other hand in her hip. Looking like a middle aged black mama yelling at her disobedient child while jay just stood there staring wildly at her but there wasn't much he could say. It was all true. She cut him up and now he was stuck not knowing what to say.

It was quiet in the living room and kitchen.

Jays friends didn't say a thing but they were fully entertained with the argument going on between the two Sibling.

"So what you just fucking random niggas now? Huh? That's where you was last night? At that niggas house being a hoe?" He shouted, veins popping out the side of his head. Israel face dropped at his words and they stung more then she thought they would.

You could hear a pin drop nobody made a move or spoke a word. Just a silent staring contest between the two. Jays fists balled, shoulders squared looking like he was ready to fight while Israel on the other hand was her eyes were getting glossy and her breathing heavy. She could feel the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow.

She cleared her throat and turn to walk back to get her bag by the front door. And heading up stairs, there was nothing else to be said. Israel now knew that her big brother saw her as nothing more then just a hoe, he has made it very clear today.

Israel waited until she was 18 just to talk to men and now he was calling her a hoe not even knowing that she only stayed for the night, And that was all. But there was no point in arguing with jay, he was stubborn and a asshole. if that's what he thought that's what he thought.

She shut her bedroom door and headed straight to her bed, stuffing her face in her pillow tears coming down like a waterfall.

She was Tempted to call Erik just so he could come get her of the hell hole she called home.

Maybe that was over dramatic but she hated it here, she loved her family but being with them 24/7 wasn't something she planned on doing once she turned eighteen. She honestly thought she would have been treated like her brothers were but then again she was never given a fraction of the freedom her brothers has. She was never treated like her feelings mattered, everything has always been about the boys.

You would think that since she's the only daughter her father has she would be treated like a princess and get away with everything but that definitely wasn't the case with her father. She was always the one to get yelled at first, she was always the first one to get blamed for something she didn't do and was always the first to get it the worst of her siblings.

Her father was a strict, mean military man that had no Sympathy for anyone and he clearly passed that down to his oldest son.

She was so sick of crying over them, she was so sick of being mistreated.

With tears still running down her face she sat up and took a deep breath feeling like she was dropping down into that deep hole she liked to hide herself in when she was feeling down.

His words replaying in her head like a broken record. She wasn't a hoe and she knew that and she knew that she didn't sleep with Erik but some how his words sank into her skin so deep that she felt dirty. Like she had committed some sort of sin.

She was only having fun, and finally getting the teenage experience she never got to have when she was younger.

Israel was tired of crying over things her family has said to her it was time for her to stop letting their words hurt her and effort her mental health.

She stood up from her bed and decided that she wanted to take a flower bath and just pray her troubles away.

Erik parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class outside of the were house he owned. This was the place he kept all of his weapons, books, important papers and information he had collected over the years of him being in college and the navy.

He and ten of his close friends that he met in the navy had formed a elite group of former navy seals. Their jobs were to Take down small governments and expose them. They also would kill small amounts of police officers and clans men which 9 times outta 10 were the same group of men.

About six months age they made a little mistake that almost got them caught which would've cost them their lives which is why they took a break to regroup to better themselves. Erik and three of his boys ace, zeik and Rae all trained the hardest they ever have far as fighting techniques, Brent, rocky and von all worked with weapons and the rest of the boys were hackers.

Today was their first meeting in six months. Erik has changed Plans and moved things from the original date so this meeting is important.

Erik walked to the side door of the warehouse and slide up the side paneling to reveal the handprint scanner, that was the only way to get into it up less you climb to the very top and through the window but the chances of that happening was slim. Once he was into he went to the corner of the large warehouse and behind the staircase that lead you to go upstairs which was empty.

He walked into the staircase little door where there was a another door that used Voice activation to open. "State your name please." a robotic voice said as it Scanned his face. "Erik Stevens."

"Face scan complete, welcome back erik." The voice said as the heavy Metal door opened to Reveal his underground lab. "Feels good to be back." Erik Chuckled as he walked down the steps. All of his boys turned their heads from the game of pool to Erik. "Ayo Erik where you been at motherfucka you was supposed to be here a hour and a half ago." Erik grin as he dubed ace up ignoring zeik interrogation. "Right and you be the main one mad if Someone else late to the meetings." Rae butted in.

Erik rolled his eyes.

"If y'all don't shut the fuck up, I gotta life to I just got caught up." He shrugged them off as he walked over to his desk. Rae eyebrows raised as he looked at the rest of them and they all were just as confused as him. Erik and "personal" just didn't go together in the same sentence, if he wasn't working out he was working. Erik was always work, work, work.

Brent smirked as he grabbed his water bottle and took a sip "him must got a new bitch or sum'" ace snorted "nigga yeah right that nigga ain't been in a relationship in years, Erik fucks and dips." It was true. That just wasn't like Erik.

"All I hear is you motherfuckas being worried about me let's get to work!" Erik clap his hands exactly as he went into the meeting room with the rest of the men following.

After a four hour meeting they had finally figured everything out. It was now 10:46 and Erik was tired, Israel sleeping over had him exhausted since it fucked up his sleep schedule. On a normal day Erik was in bed 11 o'clock and up at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep was very important to a healthy life style. It was Proven that people that get at least 7 hours of sleep they live longer.

Soon as Erik got home he took a shower and got straight in bed. he didn't even bother putting on clothes.

It's almost been a week since Erik has last spoken to Israel since he had been so busy. It's been strictly wake up, eat, work, train and work some more he didn't really have time to hang or call.

He felt a little bad for it but he knew that she knew he wasn't ignoring her intentionally...at least he hoped she knew that.

Today Erik was going to the gun range with ace just to do some training and catch up with him since they really hasn't had the chance to do that.

Since ace's car was in the shop right now so erik decided to pick him up instead of him catching a Uber. Soon as erik pulled up to aces Apartment he saw he step out of his door and jogged over to the passenger side.

"Wassup E," he said as he sat his bag down in the back seat. "Wassup bro you ready to show these niggas how to aim?" Erik said jokily as he drove off.

Erik cooked his AMT and aimed it at the head of the paper man all the way in the range and let multiple bullets fly from it giving him a slight rush. He adjusted his safety glasses and gripped the handle of the gun again before pulling the trigger but aiming at a different figure. Him and ace were both in their own little worlds before the ringtone from Erik's phone pulled him back down to earth, it caught aces attention too.

It was Israel.

Erik beamed down at the screen but Debated if he should answer it or not, he wanted to he really did but decided it would be best if he called her later since he could barely hear from all the gun shots being fired.

"Who was that? Got you smiling and shit..." ace asked with his eyebrows raised. Placing his gun down to face Erik. "Nigga why you so damn nosy?" Erik cut his eyes at him while blindly putting his phone back into his pocket.

"What you mean nigga? I'm just trying to see who making my dawg so happy is that a crime?" He said jokingly jerking his head back. Erik rolled his eyes.

"It's was one of my friends." Erik stated before grabbing his gun again trying to get off the topic. Ace put his hand out and pushed the gun down before he could pull the trigger.

"What friend? cause the last time i checked we had the same circle of friends?" Erik sigh getting annoyed with aces interrogation. Did he want to tell his best friend about Israel? Hell nah. Because he know his best friend and he knows he's going to go over bored and start doing the most with questions.

"You don't know her. Drop it nigga."

"Her? So you got a bitch or sumn'" Erik shock his head not even meaning to slip up and say anything. It was to late to take back now. "Nah she not my girl, we just been chilling." Erik shrugged, as he corrected him.

"Lemme see what she look like nigga how you know I don't know her?"

"Hell nah nigga stop being nosy-"

"Ok but if I had a bitch I would show you-"

"She not a bitch tho." Erik said sternly in their back and forth bickering. As annoyed as Erik was ace had a point and they both knew it. Ace talked to him about everything and if he was interested in a girl Erik would be the first to know about it. Erik put his gun on safety and sat it down before digging In his back pocket to grab his phone.

He scrolled through his camera until he found his favorite picture of Israel. It was one she sent to him not to long ago, her hair was wild with tiny ringlet coils. Her lips and mouth were stained red from the dumdum that hung from it. She had her white silk night gown on and a dainty rose flower necklace that hung between her collarbone.

Erik handed him the phone and watched as he brought his fist up to his mouth. "Nigga she fine as fuck damn where you find her at?"

"A party I went to not to long ago, she was shy as fuck she would barely talk to me." Erik chuckled taking his phone back to put it back in his pocket. "We been hanging out the last few weeks, she cool." Erik said nonchalantly to make it seem like he wasn't feeling shordy as much as he was. To someone like didn't know Erik as well as ace did he would've them really thinking he didn't like her and it wasn't a big deal but ace knew.

"You feeling her?" Ace asked facing Erik now, Erik shrugged.

"Like I said she cool."

"Mm." Was all ace said. Erik didn't need to answer, ace already knew the answer.

#black panther killmonger #erik killmonger #erik stevens fanfiction #erik stevens fic #erik x oc #killmonger x oc #killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger #killmonger imagine

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quotesengage · 2 years

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A Black American

By Smokey Robinson

I love being Black

I love being called Black

I love being an American

I love being a Black American

But as a Black man in this country I think it’s a shame

That every few years we get a change of name

Since those first ships arrived here from Africa that came across the sea

There were already Black men in this country who were free

And as for those who came over on those terrible boats

They were called "nigga" and "slave"

And told what to do and how to behave

And then master started trippin'

Doing his midnight tippin', down to the slave shacks

Where he forced he and Great-Great Grandma to be together

And if Great-Great Grandpa protested, he got tarred and feathered

And at the same time, the Black men in the country who were free

Were mating with the tribes like the Apache and the Cherokee

And as a result of all that, we’re a parade of every shade

And as this late day and age, you can be sure

They're ain't too many of us in this country whose bloodline is pure

But, according to a geological, geographical, genealogy study published in Time Magazine

The Black African people were the first on the scene

So for what it’s worth, the Black African people were the first on earth

And through migration, our characteristics started to change and rearrange

To adapt to whatever climate we migrated to

And that’s how I became me, and you became you

So, if we gonna go back, let’s go all the way back

And if Adam was Black and Eve was Black

Then that kind of makes it a natural fact that everybody in America's an African American

Everybody in Europe is an African European

Everybody in the Orient is an African Asian and so on and so on

That is, if the origin of man is what we’re gonna go on

And if one drop of Black blood makes you Black like they say

Then everybody’s Black anyway

So quit trying to change my identity

I’m already who I was meant to be

I’m a Black American, born and raised

And brother James Brown wrote a wonderful phrase

“Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud! Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud!”

'Cause I’m proud to be Black and I ain't never lived in Africa

And ’cause my Great-Great Granddaddy on my Daddy’s side did

Don’t mean I want to go back

Now I have nothing against Africa

It’s where some of the most beautiful places and people in the world are found

But I've been blessed to go a lot of places in this world

And if you ask me where I choose to live, I pick America, hands down

Now, by and by, we were called Negroes, and after while, that name was banished

Anyway, Negro is just how you say ‘black’ in Spanish

Then, we were called colored, but shit, everybody’s one color or another

And I think it’s a shame that we hold that against each other

And it seems like we reverted back to a time when being called Black was an insult

Even if it was another Black man who said it, a fight would result

'Cause we’d been so brainwashed that Black was wrong

'Til even the yellow niggas and black niggas couldn't get along

But then, came the 1960's

When we struggled and died to be called equal and Black

And we walked with pride with our heads held high and our shoulders pushed back

And Black was beautiful

But, I guess that wasn't good enough

'Cause now here they come with some other stuff

Who comes up with this shit anyway?

Was it one, or a group of niggas just sitting around one day?

Feelin' a little insecure again about being called Black and decided that African American sounded a little more exotic

Well, I think you were being a little more neurotic

It’s that same mentality that got “Amos and Andy” put off the air, 'cause they were embarrassed about the way the character’s spoke

And as a result of that action, a lot of wonderful Black actors ended up broke

When we were just laughin' and have fun about ourselves

So I say, “fuck you if you can’t take a joke.”

You didn’t see "The Beverly Hillbillies” being protested by white folks

And if you think, that cause you think, that being called African American sets all Black people’s minds at ease

Since we affectionately call each other “nigga”, I affectionately say to you

“Nigga please”

How come I didn't get the chance to vote on who I’d like to be?

Who gave you the right to make that decision for me?

I ain't under your rule or in your dominion

And I am entitled to my own opinion

Now there are some African Americans here,

But they recently moved here from places like Kenya, Ethiopia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Zaire

But, not a brother whose family has lived in the country for generations

Occupying space in all the locations

New York, Miami, L.A., Detroit, Chicago

Even if he’s wearing a dashiki and sporting an afro

And, if you go to Africa in search of your race

You’ll find out quick, you’re not an African American

You’re just a Black American in Africa, takin' up space

Why you keep trying to attach yourself to a continent

Where even if you got the chance to go and you went

Most people there would even claim you as one of them

As a pure bred daughter or son of them

Your heritage is right here now

No matter what you call yourself or what you say

And a lot of people died to make it that way

And if you think America is a leader on inequality and suffering and grievin'

How come there so many people comin' and so few leavin'?

Rather than all this ‘find fault with America’ shit you promotin'

If you want to change something, use your privilege

Get to the polls! Commence to votin'

God knows we've earned the right to be called American Americans and be free at last

And rather than you movin' forward progress, you're dwelling in the past

We've struggled too long; we've come too far

Instead of focusing on who we were, let’s be proud of who we are

We are the only people whose name is always a trend

When is this shit gonna end?

Look at all the different colors of our skin

Black is not our color, it’s our core

It’s what we been livin' and fightin' and dyin' for

But if you choose to be called African American and that’s your preference,

Then I'll give you that reference

But I know on this issue I don’t stand alone on my own

And if I do, then let me be me

And I'd appreciate it if when you see me, you'd say

“There goes a man who says it loud

I’m Black. I'm Black. I'm a Black American, and I'm proud."

Cause I love being an American

And I love being Black

I love being called Black

Yeah, I said it

And I don't take it back

#poetry #smokey robinson #a black American #black history month #russell simmons #5/16/2003 #black

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neesieiumz · 3 years

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All the Stars {Tamaki Amajiki x Reader} - Chapter 6

Summary: Tamaki has been a sidekick at Fatgum’s agency for four years, going up in ranks and becoming Fatgum’s right-hand man. That’s when a transfer hero comes in, Y/n L/n. Born and raised in Southern America, Y/n comes to Japan for a fresh start and interviews and aces Fatgum’s interview. Partnered with Tamaki and Fatgum to get used to Japan, Tamaki finds her interesting, and can’t help the fact he wants to get to know her. As Y/n’s past slowly gets revealed, will her demons allow the two of them to prosper?

A/N: I really... didn’t like the beginning of this chapter, honestly it’s quite the cringe to me to, but the middle and the end were decent to me. Here we see more Tamaki/Reader interactions and some one-sided angst from our Bakugou incarnate Aoi.

Word count: 4.6k

Chapter 6 - Crossed Paths

He looked back and gave her one last wave and smile and she reciprocated the action before he opened the door and walked out. He closed the door behind him and took a couple of steps before pressing his back against the wall and slowly sliding down, exhausted from tryIng his best effort to not make a fool of himself in front of Y/n. As he was trying to calm down his heart from the interaction they had, in the office, Y/n wasn’t any better.

(This conversation is in English but when she speaks Japanese, it’ll be underlined)

“BITCH!! I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO DIE!”

Y/n’s best friend burst out in laughter, nearly blowing out Y/n’s ear.

“Bruh, I need you to calm your ass down! You guys built furniture together, that nigga did not bend you over your new desk or some shit like that!”

“Yeah but you should have seen him, he was so helpful and so respectful too and so freaking cute!” Y/n whined, stomping around like a child thinking back to the events that transpired.

“Girl, calm down,” Y/n saw her wave her hand, dismissing how important Y/n said it was.

Y/n paced around her office, “But I can’t though! I’ve been crushing after this man for a while and this was like the first time we were in a room by ourselves since he gave me a tour of the fucking agency!”

“Which reminds me, how's that partner of yours?” Y/n could hear the flirty undertones under her “innocent” question, making Y/n roll her eyes and flip her off.

Her best friend returned the gesture and the two of them stared at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Y/n folded over and held her stomach as she could feel her abdomen starting to cramp up.

“You so aggravating!” She could hear her best friend recovering as she said that.

Y/n was about to respond but her office door opened and in the doorway was Aoi who walked in quickly and closed it behind him. Y/n looked at him confused as he placed a plastic bag on her desk.

“I thought you were visiting your mother?” She asked him, placing herself on mute.

“Y/n? Is that Aoi’s fine ass? Heyyyy Aoi!!” Her best friend screamed in her ear, making Y/n glare at her.

Aoi noticed this and asked who she was talking to, walking to one of the chairs and sitting down and pulling out his own food.

“You didn’t have to buy me food,” she said, “oh and it’s B/f, you know the really loud one?”

B/f continued talking in her ear but Y/n ignored her and sat down and pulled out the container which contained rice, grilled beef, and vegetables, Her mouth watered as she recognized this as Aoi’s mom’s cooking.

“I didn’t buy you food, my mom insisted I bring this to you after mentioning you forget to eat during the day sometimes,” Aoi glared at her, making Y/n smile sheepishly and look away.

“STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME AND LET ME TALK TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!!!” B/f yelled in her ear, making Y/n pull out the headphones in pain.

She unplugged her headphones and handed Aoi her phone, “damn bitch, here you go!”

Aoi glared at her before snatching the phone and looking into the camera

“She had plans so I had to leave earlier than I was expecting to but told me to tell you to give her a call, she hasn’t heard from you in almost two weeks,” Aoi said before greeting B/f in dull, broken English.

I rolled my eyes at her flirtations in broken Japanese before focusing on the food Momma Inuzuka prepared. I picked up a fork and mixed the rice, and everything else together before taking a bite. Almost falling over from the taste, Y/n used her arms to hold herself up. She took another bite and wiggled in her seat with a smile on her face.

I need to call Momma Inuzuka and thank her for this food because of the way she throws it down in the kitchen… ooh my heart hurts.

Y/n sniffed and wiped away a tear after her dramatic show, I ain’t never had cooking like this since I moved here, I think I’m gonna cry. She thought to her self.

Wiggling in her seat, the movement caught Aoi’s eyes and he looked over at Y/n and saw how she was acting while taking each bite and rolled his eyes, smiling under his breath. He ignored her friend who was talking his ear off and continued to stare at Y/n, who was ignoring both of them.

“...oi...Aoi… AOI!!”

He snapped out of his stare and turned back to B/f who was looking at him with a knowing look, eyebrows raised. He looked back at her with disdain, before telling her that he’ll call her back before ending the video call. He got up and tapped Y/n on her shoulder, who turned around with sauce all over her mouth. She smiled once she saw her phone and took it from her and gave him a thankful look before turning back to eating her food.

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“So… Do you know what was going on? I saw Kirishima and other “higher-ups” running around and being secretive?” Aoi questioned, remembering how he ran into a rushed Kirishima running around with files, heading straight for Fatgum’s office.

Y/n’s scrunched up in confusion before remembering the conversation she had with Amajiki-san. She nodded her head vigorously and turned around to face Aoi, “yeah, Amajiki-san came here a couple of minutes before you arrived and told me about the newest-” but she was interrupted by Aoi, who slammed his eater down on the desk.

“Him? Why was he here?” He immediately questioned her, glaring at her.

Y/n felt taken back, before inhaling and exhaling deeply and turning away from him, “what the hell did Amajiki-san do to you? He’s a sweetheart!” She said, grabbing her fork.

Aoi hissed under his breath and rolled his eyes before grabbing his food and opened it.

“Whatever, just tell me what’s going on!”

Y/n moved her eyes up and down, looking at him with annoyance before rolling her eyes and turning her head to the side. “The groups that we’ve been fighting, they’ve been terrorizing both major and minor cities and towns all over Japan and causing explosions to happen in areas where civilian traffic is large.” She started, looking out the window.

“Currently, they are trying to find out what this new organization's true goals are but all I can sum up from what Amajiki-san told me is that they are trying to become as big as the League of Villains. Adding us to the team was a last-minute decision made by Fatgum, but Amajiki-san told me there may be more meetings after this one.”

Aoi didn’t say anything, just looked away and continued eating his food. Y/n turned her head slightly to look at his reaction, saw his blank face, and turned back around.

“I’m gonna guess there was a meeting today? Is that why everyone was running around?” He turned his head to look at her nodding her head.

Aoi could feel her eyes staring into him, after a few months of knowing each other, Y/n was able to feel Aoi’s already tense mood increase and fully turned her body to look at him. Crossing her legs and arms, she stared at him as he ate his food. She waited for him to finally speak his mind about what she just told him. Taking his deep breath, he dropped his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair.

“So adding was a last-minute decision huh? Are you sure that was Fatgum’s decision? Or was that what Amajiki-san wanted to tell you?”

Y/n had enough. She threw her phone down on the table and folded her hands on the table.

“Alright! Let’s talk! Ever since I got here, you’ve had it out for Amajiki-san and I honestly have no idea why you don’t like him! What’s up? What happened between the two of you”

Aoi rolled his eyes and pushed his chair away. He got up and grabbed his things and headed to the door. As he ignored Y/n’s calls to him, he noticed a familiar bag sitting in the corner of the office. His already intense glare deepened as he turned around and looked back at his partner. He ignored her continued calls of his name and nodded his head towards the bag sitting in the corner.

Y/n looked at him confused before staring in the corner and saw Amajiki-san’s bag in the corner and rolled her eyes. She got up and stomped to the corner and grabbed the bag and shoved it in his face.

“You’re acting like a high schooler! You are 24 years old! You two are the same age and yet you act like a twelve-year-old.”

Her voice came out as stern as she could, glaring up at him. He stared down back at her and for a moment the two of them stared at each. Neither of them backed down for a minute but Aoi relented, stepping back a bit and looking away from her. He pushed the bag back to her and headed back towards the door.

“You know we have to talk about your unfounded hatred one day right?” Y/n said, putting the bag back in its original corner.

All Aoi did was grunt and left. Leaving Y/n all by herself. She sighed and shook her head. What was this man’s problem? She let out a breath before turning around back to her desk and her food. She sat down in her seat and grabbed her fork to continue eating her food but stopped before she could get some on her fork. She leaned back, tired after the emotional rollercoaster that is Aoi and her first full interaction with Tama- Amajiki-san. She smiles faintly, remembering the conversation she had with Amajiki. How the conversation was able to flow between while they set up her office, made her feel warm inside. She shook her head and cracked her neck before sitting back up. She leaned into her hand on the left arm of her chair and looked out her window.

“Whatever happened between the two of them, I hope they work it out,” Y/n says to nobody before turning back to her food.

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It’s been two days since Tamaki came to Y/n’s office to tell her about the newest mission. Right now, Aoi and Y/n were headed up to the small conference room after getting a summons from Fatgum about the new mission they were going to be assigned to. After that pitiful excuse of a conversation that the two partners had on that day, the two of them haven’t talked normally for a little bit. Well, Y/n tried to talk normally, but Aoi just ignored her efforts. Y/n looked over at Aoi who was looking ahead and shook her head before looking ahead as well.

They reached Fatgum’s door and knocked on it and wait for his call to let them in. They waited a moment before the door opened up to Fatgum’s secretary, Asumi, who smiled at the both of them, the smile lingering when she looked over at Aoi. Y/n rolled her eyes and walked past her, entering the office. Standing around Fatgum’s desk, with Fatgum sitting in the chair, was the red-headed hero, Red Riot also known as Ejirou Kirishima. He looked up from their tablet he was looking at and saw the two of them come through the door.

He smiled and closed the tablet, “Hey, you two!” Everyone heard him and looked up from whatever they were looking at and saw them walk in.

Tamaki saw Y/n walk in and a smile formed on his face before he could stop. Kirishima pulled up two more chairs to allow them to sit and handed the tablets that contained classified details about the mission.

“I’m glad the two of you could make it. I think that your abilities would truly benefit this mission,” Fatgum smiled, winking at them.

Y/n smiled at him before opening the tablet and pulling up the plans, Aoi doing the same.

“Tamaki explained the basis of the mission to you Y/n from what he’s told me and I’m gonna guess that you have relayed that information to Aoi?” Fatgum started, pulling up a projected map.

Y/n nodded but Aoi did nothing but lean back and stared ahead with cold eyes. Y/n looked at Aoi with frustration before shaking his head, turning away. Tamaki noticed this but didn’t say anything, using the clicker to show the pointers on the map.

For the next fifteen minutes, the three of them explained the mission to them and the reasoning behind them. Y/n was engaged with them, asking questions along the way and even helping put on some flaws in their plan.

“Yeah, that’s understandable, but you would be rushing it, one wrong move, and this whole operation is over with and they get away with hurting all of these people and we won’t ever know what their motive is,” Y/n explained, getting and pointing at the map. “We should eliminate those cities which have only been hit once, especially if they haven’t been hit in the last 5 months. Those cities also didn’t have a large body count or didn’t have a large body count at all.”

All of them looked at using the pen to mark out the cities with a low body count, hasn’t been hit in the last five months, and has only been hit once. Once she did that, it left them with 10 cities all over Japan. She capped the marker and sat back down.

“We shouldn’t waste precious time looking into cities that haven’t seen any movement from this group since they’ve surfaced. Instead of putting Fatgum agency resources into those cities, try and get the local agencies to see if they see any movement. We have to focus on the biggest possibility, which is our own home. We shouldn’t shoulder this responsibility, that’s the point of us working with other agencies, right?”

She closed her eyes and crossed her arms as she finished her explanation. Everyone but Aoi looked at her in shock, meanwhile, her partner didn’t move from his current position. It was evident that they hadn’t thought about it that way, meanwhile, Aoi continued to look away in scorn. Tamaki glanced over at him, noticing he was quieter than what he usually be during meetings like this, and saw him glaring at the blank wall beside him. Tamaki nudged Kirishima before pointing his head over to Aoi. Kirishima looked over at him before his face turned into one of concern.

“Aoi… is everything okay?” Kirishima asked, closing the tablet he was holding.

Y/n overheard Kirishima and glanced over at the three of them before focusing back on what Fatgum was showing her. Aoi looked over at Kirishima, glanced at him before rolling his eyes and looking away again. Kirishima was taken back by his attitude and was about to say something else but Tamaki grabbed his shoulder and shook his head no. They left him alone and continued their discussion.

Soon enough, the four of them finished their new plan and Fatgum made plans to relate this information to the other agency participating in this. Aoi said nothing at all and got up to head to the door. Y/n looked at him and sighed before getting up to go after him, but before she could follow him, a voice called out to her. She turned around and saw Tamaki standing behind her, she looked at Aoi’s retreating figure and glanced back at Tamaki before shaking her head and turning around to fully face him.

“Yeah, can I help you Amajiki-san?” She asked.

Tamaki’s ears burned red and he couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes, “About….about the training offer you...you gave me a couple of days ago. I was wondering if you were free today? It’s okay if you’re not, I know I sprang this on you so suddenly, so it’s okay if you’re not available now but––” Tamaki was cut off with a finger to his lips.

Y/n gave him a soft smile and tilted her head, “I’m not doing anything special today, so yeah let’s train!”

Tamaki’s eyes widened before nodding back at her, making her smile wider and removing her finger from his face.

“Come with me to my office? I want to get some of my paperwork out the way first,” she turned around and headed out the door, motioning for Tamaki to follow her.

The two of them fell into sync with each other as they headed to her office. As they walked through the hallways, Tamaki decided to bring up the fact that Aoi didn’t speak in the meeting at all.

Y/n shook her head once she heard this, “I have no idea what goes through his head sometimes. He’s been like this since we had this argument a couple of days ago and now he barely talks to me. He holds grudges like a motherfucker,” she mumbles the last sentence under her breath, crossing her arms.

Tamaki softly laughs at her actions, “you can say that again.” His words made Y/n look over at him. The sudden look made Tamaki look away from her while blushing.

“So indulge me in something, Amajiki-san,” Y/n started as they reached her office.

She unlocked her door and both of them walked in. As she closed her door, the two of them didn’t see a certain blue-headed man looking at the two of them.

“I haven’t been here for long, but one thing I’ve noticed is that you and Aoi… you two don’t have the nicest relationship since I’ve been here. You wanna tell me why?” Y/n walked across the room and sat behind her desk.

Y/n heard Tamaki sigh before pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“To be quite honest with you, I have no idea,” Tamaki crossed his arms as he thought back to all the times the two of them had their paths crossed.

“Ever since we met, he and I have never… have never gotten along… it’s weird.”

Y/n sighed before pulling out a file of papers, “well, whatever it is, I hope you two can work it out because I’m getting real tired of getting into arguments with him about the two of you…” Y/n clicked her pen and began writing on the sheets in front of her.

“I hope so, too.”

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Y/n screamed slightly as she was thrown against a wall, screaming along the way. She slowly slid down the wall and held her slightly pulsing head.

“Oh my God! Are you okay! I shouldn’t have been so rough with it!” Tamaki remarked, making his octopus fingers disappear.

He ran over to Y/n and held his hand out to help her up from her crouching position. Originally, she didn’t want the help, choosing to use the wall to balance but found her world spinning ass he did that. Losing her step, she could feel herself swaying before a large object allied her to stay upright. Although it was slightly painful, she looked to her left and saw Amajiki-san holding her up.

“Come on, let’s get you to the on sight nurse,” he suggested, holding her by the waist and the left arm to keep her up as they walked together.

The two of them walked out of the studio and into the main building and walked down the hallways to the on sight nurse’s office. As they walked down the hall, Tamaki continued to apologize Y/n’s ear off.

“I’m really sorry, I should have held back with that attack, I didn't mean to hit you so hard!” Tamaki kept on rumbling on until he felt a finger on his mouth.

He slowly turned to see Y/n shaking her head, although she was slightly wincing doing the action.

“I’m the one who asked you not to hold back, I underestimated just what you can do with those tentacles and now I’m paying the price. It’s my fault for underestimating you, you can do some serious damage with those. No wonder everyone is expecting you to open your own agency soon enough,” she laughed a little with the last sentence, making Tamaki blush and look away in embarrassment.

They were almost to the nurse's office before a loud voice interrupted their walk, the noise making Y/n wince and hold her head in pain. Tamaki was about to check on her before Y/n was ripped out of his hold, the sudden action making Y/n yelp. Tamaki looked up and saw Aoi carrying her in bridal style.

“What the hell did you do to her?” His glare was nothing like Tamaki’s experienced, he looked ready to actually kill Tamaki and cover it all up.

Tamaki stammered, not being able to get one word before a smacking noise interrupted them and they both looked at Y/n who was looking at Aoi with as much intensity as she could muster without hurting herself.

“I asked him not to hold back, I simply underestimated how strong his quirk could truly be. Don’t be an ass about it,” she mumbled the last part, making Aoi roll his eyes and hold her closer to his body.

Aoi glared at Y/n and looked into her eyes, Y/n also held the gaze but her eyes were drooping by the second. Noticing this, he broke the staring contests before turning back to Tamaki. Aoi’s hardened look returned as he glared Tamaki once more, making the Manifest hero take a couple steps back.

“I’ll take her to the nurse, you just stay away from her, troll.”

And before Tamaki could say anything, he was already speeding out the hallway, ignoring Y/n’s pleas to not blame Tamaki about what happened.

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“I’ve ruined it!’ Tamaki trembled in his apartment.

His two best friends looked at each other before turning to look back at him in concern. Tamaki decided to go home since he wasn’t up for petrol for the rest of the day. All he could think about Aoi’s icy glare once he found out that Tamaki was the reason Y/n was hurt.

“He can’t blame you for what happened. Like you said, all you did was fulfill Y/n’s wishes right? She didn’t want you to hold back and you didn’t,” Neijire tried to explain but all it did was pull Tamaki even more into his fluffy throw blanket.

Neijre sighed at his behavior and turned to Mirio and took a deep breath and let a large smile take place on his face. He walked over to Tamaki and ripped the blanket out of his hold. Startled, Tamaki immediately reached up to take it again but Mirio took a couple steps back and threw the blanket in a random corner.

“Listen, from what you’ve told me about this Aoi guy, he’s always had it out for you ever since he got there. So all I’m gonna say is just ignore him at this point, nothing you do can ever fix whatever happened to him to not like you. Don’t let that get in the way of you getting to know Y/n even more. If she doesn't blame you for what happened, then it’s not your fault. That’s all there is to it,” he chuckled, using his arm to wrap it around Tamaki’s shoulders.

Tamaki looked down before nodding his head, Mirio fully wrapped his arm around Tamaki’s neck squeezing slightly, “Oh come on bud, you can at least give me a smile!”

Tamaki was sputtering out little breaths, reaching up hit hit Mirio on his arms, “Mi...Mirio, can...can’t breath.”

“Oppsie-daisy,” Mirio said before letting go of Tamaki, allowing the violet-head to catch his breath.

As he was taking deep breaths, his phone pinged, the noise indicating he got a text message. Tamaki was drinking some water so Neijire grabbed his phone to see whoever texted him. Theory all had the passwords to each other's phone in case something happened, safety precautions for the life a pro-hero leads. She unlocked the phone and saw who texted him and squealed so loudly, she almost made the two boys deaf.

“What happened? Who texted me?” Tamaki asked, putting down his water bottle.

Nejire smirked before handing him his phone, “Why don’t you see for yourself.”

Tamaki looked at Nejire skeptical before flipping his phone around and turned on the screen and unlocked his phone. Tamaki's eyes immediately saw who it was who texted him and his eyes widened. He then read what she texted him and his entire face went red.

“Who is it? And what did they say?” Mirio asked, reaching over to look at the phone.

Tamaki held out the phone to show Mirio the text, he grabbed the phone and looked at the text.

Hey, it’s Y/n

Sorry about Aoi, I told him that it wasn’t your fault that I was hurt.

Can I make it up to you?

Lunch tomorrow? My treat?

Neijre squealed even loud before grabbing Tamaki and shaking him, “she wants to take you to lunch! That’s so freaking cute!!”

“See Y/n doesn’t feel any different about you, now text her back and tell her that you are perfectly okay with having lunch with her tomorrow! DO IT NOW!!” She took the phone from Mirio and handed it back to Tamaki who just stared at it.

“What...what do I say?” He whispered, holding the phone.

Nejire groaned, “God Tamaki, this isn’t like UA… tell her that you’d really like to get lunch with her tomorrow!”

Tamaki took a deep breath before texting Y/n back.

Yeah, I’d really like to get lunch with you tomorrow!

“I did it,” he showed the both of them the text and they smiled and told him to wait to see what she’ll say.

Before they knew it, another text message ping came through and Tamaki quickly unlocked it.

Is there any place you wanna go to? Or should I make it a surprise?

“Tell her to make it a surprise! Considering that you’ve been to about every restaurant here in your city, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle!” Neijre said, making Tamaki nod.

A surprise is fine.

Okay, see you tomorrow!

See you tomorrow.

Tamaki closed his phone and threw it on the couch before lying down and curling into the couch. Nejire and Mirio both looked at each other and smiled before dogpiling on top of Tamaki, making him shriek.

“Tamaki has a date tomorrow! Tamaki has a date tomorrow!” Nejire shouted, making Tamaki go red and he tried to cover her mouth but she avoided his efforts.

“It's not a date, it’s just lunch!” Tamaki tried to get out, but they both ignored him and just shouted “Tamaki has a date” at the top of their lungs.

Remind me why I became friends with the two of them again?

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Forty Five.

Robyn told me to not speak a word about this pregnancy, she has a surprise and will be telling them today, which is Christmas Day. Robyn first of all couldn’t get out of bed, she isn’t downstairs, she’s too tired she says. So I picked up all the boxes from under the tree and put them in our room, I don’t want Robyn to not be downstairs when they find out because clearly some are starting early with the presents “Chris did you try and wake her? She said she was going to help me with food? I am so glad for Joyce” Monica placed her hand on my mom’ arm, they both have really got on “erm yeah, she’s not well. But she will be down, I will go and check on her again” looking over to see Noella and the family are here “Merry Christmas everyone! We just come to drop presents off” I cooed out “chocolate drop dressed up? Are you a reindeer?” Getting up from the couch “she is, Merry Christmas Chris” hugging Noella “oh and I got chocolate drop a little something, take it with you. Hello princess, you look so cute!” She is smiling too, she is too cute “awww you didn’t have too, you hear that. Uncle got you presents” dapping Nik “good seeing you” there is a lot of family here “the light skinned country gang are here” Nikia spat, hugging her laughing “yeah, they come to see the ghetto” she hit my arm playfully “where is Robyn!?” They all are questioning of course, dapping TeeJay “busy home isn’t it” looking behind me “auntie we just come to drop presents and we are going, I can’t believe you’re Chris’ mother. You are so pretty; I get why he is so white now. Thank god he ain’t get your eyes, he already bougie” Noella is such a liar “man, be quiet. I don’t have light skinned tendencies now, I’ll be back. I’m going to drag Robyn down” I think she needs to come down now, she’s so tired. Maybe it’s my fault, I did want sex and that took it out of her, maybe I need to give her a break. She’s having my baby, this is crazy. I still can’t digest this, I am going to be a husband and a father, I need to gather myself and do better for my son or daughter, I’m so excited. Jogging up the steps, Robyn needs to be dragged out of bed. Even I am awake this early for this, I was excited for today because it’s literally a big Christmas Day with family, it’s new for me and my family but they are enjoying it here which I like to see.

I don’t know what I expected but to see Robyn still in bed wasn’t one of them, I just came here to wake her too and she hasn’t even attempted to get out of bed. Closing the bedroom door behind me and walking around the bed, I laughed to myself at the boxes I had to drop on the floor, I couldn’t let them open it without Robyn being there, so I had to do it. I feel a little bad that Robyn is this tired and I had sex with her last night which I was so slow with it, I was on top. She didn’t do no work really but I was gentle with her, but she is just knocked out asleep, she wasn’t like this last night. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, let me be gentle with her. I did shout earlier because she wasn’t answering me, reaching my hand over and lightly just placing her hair behind her ears, she has cute ears to me “Robyn, hey” my thumb lightly stroking her cheek, her mouth all open she just seems at peace “twin” leaning over and kissing her cheek “baby, you need to wake up the family are asking for you, it’s going on twelve and you’re still not awake” Robyn’ mouth closed and pursed her lips together, she cleared her throat “what time is it?” She groaned out as she asked, “it’s going to be twelve soon” her eyes opened “really?” Robyn looks so tired “please don’t tell me they opened the boxes!” She spat, I shook my head “I gotchu, I bought them here upstairs. I couldn’t let you miss it now” Robyn breathed out, a sigh of relief “thank you baby” leaning over and kissing her forehead “I am tired though, but I need to get out of bed” nodding my head “you do, come on” getting up from the bed so she can get up “do you need anything? Like to help you? Pregnancy care tablets anything?” Robyn raised an eyebrow “erm, how do you know about such a thing?” I chuckled “I got to know, to take care of you” she does need something.

Just watching Robyn get changed, she thinks I’m a creepy of course “you keep doing that, looking at my stomach. You did that during sex too, stop it. It’s not grown yet, and also. We are wearing matching Christmas tops” she turned around and then threw the top at me “uhm, I didn’t agree to this?” I am confused “don’t care I got it made made for us, read it” I mean Robyn is walking around topless so I’m busy watching her boobs and now I got this thrown at me, lifting up the top to see what the hell she got “uh this is so ugly, our first Christmas” I read, Robyn side eyed me “be quiet, wear it and I mean it” poking my lips out watching Robyn’ boobs once again, this is what happens when she be walking about with no top on “stop looking” she is finally putting these ugly Christmas tops on “put it on now” this is so stupid “do I have too?” I whispered, but she didn’t respond so that means if she has to say it again she’s going to cuss me out “fine” I guess I better do it “I can’t wait for my son to be born” getting up from the bed “son!? What happened to not caring about the sex, now you want son?” Pulling my top off “my godson needs someone to hang with so we vote boy” Robyn scoffed “we? Nigga bye, it will be a girl now because you jinxed it” I chuckled at Robyn saying that “whatever, but seriously. You need to have these vitamin things to help you, you’re so tired so you need it” I am being caring “I know, I also worry about everything. Meaning our wedding so yeah but ignore me. We will be ok” nodding my head, I know she is worried but she pregnant now, so she needs to think of the baby.

Robyn’ mother has really told her off for being lazy and guests are here, I didn’t think Rihanna could ever be told off like that. I felt a little awkward because I mean I ain’t seen that strict side to Monica, I just so happened to go into the kitchen and she’s telling Robyn it’s rude to be in bed when guests are here, this is your husband’s family, but my family wouldn’t mind at all, I don’t like that she is getting told off either. But like I wanted a drink, but I’m stuck here listening, I feel so nosey too “I wasn’t well, I wasn’t being rude” Robyn defended herself “you are going to be a wife to Chris, I didn’t teach you to be in bed when you have guests to impress Robyn. We don’t do that; they are guests to us and you are being lazy in bed. You are home, you’re not out there so you listen to me. You finish making the Mac and Cheese for me which you were supposed to do, I am behind because of you too Robyn. You don’t come downstairs so late like that” I don’t like that, not even going to lie but it’s not my place to say anything. I might just be thirsty, I made my way into the kitchen, Robyn was the first to look at me and I just stared at her and she knew I heard “I just came for a drink” I said “get your husband a drink” Monica said but before I could even say I can do it Robyn was gone, the waterworks started and I kind of felt angry with it “that girl is just so stuck on herself, I didn’t say a word to her” I am not going to say a word but just follow Robyn to course, that’s my twin and she’s crying too, I don’t like that at all.

Closing the door behind me to the dining room “why is your mom getting at you? You’re a grown ass girl, that’s wrong and she made you cry” Robyn sniffled wiping her tears “trust me Chris this would never get to me, my mom has always treated me like this even when famous. She believes in impressing your guests but I’m just emotional, I am used to it. Don’t be offended, I knew she would have said that because she had to make most effort with cooking and then Joyce helped which made it worse. Just don’t take any notice please, it’s my fault. And I’m emotional, see” Robyn said as she laughed and then started to cry again, walking over to her. Crouching down “I can see, I just didn’t like her getting at you but I’m staying out of it. It’s your mom and I like her but not when you cry” she is really emotional “I know, I will be ok. I should have helped but she will understand later, won’t she” nodding my head smiling “you’re very sensitive aren’t you” this baby about to have her emotions everywhere “and then I saw you, I didn’t want you to hear or see that, but you did. It’s not new, she’s not mean, but she’s just trying to impress your family. That is all” nodding my head “shall I cook for you instead?” Robyn laughed “and burn the house down, no sir. I’m ok, don’t worry” getting up from my position, pressing a kiss to her forehead as I did “I can get used to these forehead kisses” stroking her cheek smiling.

I will reserve my judgement with Monica, maybe Robyn is right, but I don’t like that Robyn is in the kitchen cooking, I feel a little overprotective with Robyn because I know her condition and I understand her mother doesn’t so I will just wait it out, but I feel like I need to just watch Robyn, but I can’t, this is her family home and she knows them “you look a little apprehensive?” Tootie questioned “do I look it that much?” I smiled at her; I must be showing that I am. Let me stop “somewhat, is it because of your big day” nodding my head slowly “I suppose but how is your time here in Barbados? Everything you have dreamt?” I hope my family love it here “it’s like a hotel, a private one. I am so happy, to wake up and open the balcony doors and see the seat just there, the breeze lightly hitting my face, I am so happy. I am so glad that Robyn chose Barbados because I got to see this place, first time even being out of America, I am in awe. I get why she loves it here, it’s a peaceful, I get it” my sister explained “same, this is why I said I would retire here. The local people are so nice, I mean at times they push it with trying to charge me more but then they realise who I am and then tell me how much they love Rihanna but other than that, I love it here. I love Robyn so yeah” I smiled “didn’t say you didn’t love her; you are too much in love. I am happy for you, to see you have purpose in life, I hates when you felt you had nothing” I cooed out “see you can be nice to me” Tootie will regret it “I still hate you” I laughed out, I deserved that.

I couldn’t help myself, I had to check on Robyn. I wanted to see she is ok, she has been stuck in the kitchen “you don’t need to come in Chris” Monica said “I am sorry, but we are behind” shaking my head “It’s fine, I just came to check on Robyn. See if she is ok” Robyn is smiling so that mean she is ok “well I will be back” Monica announced and walked out, Robyn is cutting is smiling to herself “you’re being a protective lion now” leaning on the kitchen counter grinning “a little, I just don’t like that your mother was angry at you, you know. You are ok?” Robyn stifled out a yawn “tired then huh” she nodded her head “but I got to push through, I just feel drained, it’s so weird. I feel like someone is taking all my energy and I am not like that. I gagged at the Turkey too and my mother said I am being silly and trying to annoy her, but I just want to be in bed. I feel very different with this one, the first time around I was angry a lot, but this time I am just more carefree but tired, ever so tired so I am thinking could that have been a girl because she may have been feisty, and this is a boy?” raising an eyebrow “you saying someone is going to take son son’ place? He won’t be happy now” I said, Robyn loves that damn bear “oh son, son comes first but what I am trying to say is that I do feel different with this one already because thinking back, ok I didn’t know but I do now but I was so moody, angry, snapping at people so yeah, some information there” I grinned wide, that is interesting to hear because then this could totally be a different sex to the first one, I just want Robyn to be ok, that is what I care most about.

#fanfic #fanfiction #chrianna #chrianna ff #chrianna fanfiction

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avoidintellect · 3 years

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H.A.M

Its raining again and I start

To feel some sort of pain , I hate this part

Oh don't worry I won't

Stray away onna rant, thats not what I want

Being in dark-skinned,stepping melanin pride it aint a front

I really love myself, every black insult I awe

Inspiring beauties told me I am unique

There's something about my face

Quite unreal that it can't be place

Where I was born, although my culture is strong,

Features on this face Gambian laced skin so deep

In my mind paranoid lies still creep

And I took 200mgs tryna sleep

If these scars I wear

Labelled me as showing no fear

Please pay attention and hear

A niggas speech

Its never to late to reach

Out but something in my head says no

Dont trust them, its you in a file

paper don't agree with you, appearing to be so vile,

Your such a lovely girl

You were raised right

Yea,but colorism was my daily fight

You can't imagine the night

I discovered im beautiful under this highlight,

Eyelashes and hair did outta sight

Outta mind looking for my self love

In magazines tryna rise above

Black imagery chosen by white supremacy

Who look just like me

Yea, I found it funny

Eventhough aint it aint making me happy

I gotta brush it off with a smile

Its a long road since I was a child

Striving that extra mile

Just because I was darker

Just because I was darker than you

They shouting chocolate darlin

Got me twirling round wondering

When did this dark-skinned girl

Twirled and grew

Black assets developed

And so did my beauty

From the neck down

Nigggas was tryna get me to bow down

I am passionate

I hate

That it resonate

Something bad for this brother feeling blue

About him and shoots at you

#food for thought #poets on tumblr #poetsontumblr #poetry #black #love #bgm #freestyle poem #freestyle #my spoken word

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wakandascrystal · 4 years

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BET. II

Erik x BlackReader

Summary: Erik and his friends place a bet to get with you little does he know who you and family are.

Part 1

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“Ahh Ray Charles.. Ray Sings, Basie Swings. How did you know? I’m going to enjoy this..“ Your father held the vinyl closely reading all the fine print on the back of the casing.

“How could I not? Ray was all you listened to back then. Your one and only obsession.“ You smiled fondly at the older man. He seemed to be really happy about the gift. That made you feel good. Job well done.

He called one of the four men that stood guard around his office. Dressed in black suits with black earpieces. One hurried towards him. With quickness he took the vinyl from his hands and pulled out the vinyl to insert it into the gramophone.

He dropped the needle and Oh, What A Beautiful Morning started playing. Ray Charles voice filling the wide space. Your father's office was the backdrop of your childhood when you were still innocent and hopeful. You used to run between the wooden chairs and hide behind the large curtains. Minding your blissful business.You missed these days but thinking about the past did nothing but let pain into your heart. Now you were back years later, a grown women. Wiser, intelligent and sometimes harsh.

Your father's smile took you out of your train of thought. He seemed happy these days. You didn't live with him so seeing him was a treat. You would told anyone this but you were much closer to him the your mother. There were reasons for that, none that made your mother seem unfit but you felt more willing to share your woes and problems with your father. It just felt right.

Next moment the guards left, moving swiftly and closed the door behind them. Offering much needed privacy. While they left he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Thats is not true, Ray is not my only obsession...speaking of..how is your Mother doing?“ He carried on the conversation as if nothing had happened.

“For a divorced couple you both do sure ask about each other a lot.“ You placed your bag on his wooden table and sat down on the leather chairs. Your large dreadlocks laid down the sides of your body.

“She is the Mother of my beautiful children how could I not care about her well being Y/N?“ He was being sarcastic to cover up his true feelings. He felt bad that you had figured him out already. He sometimes forgets how in ture you are with people's motives and emotions.if only he knew that you didn't judge him one bit. You loved that he wanted her back but you couldn't make your mom fall for him. Not after what happened.

“I guess, but I know you miss her ...and not in that way in the other way...in the making a 4th child way.“ You took a sip of his whiskey since you already decided to be cheeky with him.

“Y/N!! I am your father!!“ He gently reminds you.

“And I am your daughter, who can see through your bullshit....I have a good idea! Marry her again!!“

“Y/N!“

“Okay I'm sorry about swearing but you know i'm right.“ You cross your legs and arms.

He leaned back and siped what was left of his whisky. A coy smile on his face thinking about his ex wife.

“How are the twins by the way?”

“They are fine. Somewhere in Spain, partying. They are young, Dad. Let them live okay. Don't do what you did with me. Look, now i'm a introverted bitch who cares more about her hair care collection than a real relationship. Call them ...ask how they are doing...show them ...that you care even if it looks small. We love affection.“

“Okay I won't be strict on the boys and ill send them love letters every 2 seconds”

You rolled your eyes

“- But your mother will defendant be strict with them. I can't help you there. Speaking about relationships..you still up on my offer?”

You let out a sigh thinking about his offer.

“No..I love you dad but i have to decline.I appreciate it I really do but..but you know I'm not a fan of your line of work... and I know what your gonna say. The money raised us, yes and it came when we really needed it. It's a double standard but I can't have someone with such a risky ...lifestyle. I worry about you and Uncle Ronny too much already. Just for my piece of mind I can't go out with the men you have in mind.“

“Don't worry sweetheart. Your old man understands.“

“I mean do you know any teachers, bus drivers, an IT guy...hell you know any barrestas.“ He laughed and your sense of humour.

He was glad you were very open with him. Unlike your younger brothers you had reached maturity that surprised him but sometimes you being alone with no one did worry him.

“Dad Im happy. Don't worry. I really dont need a man. I'm good.“ You tried to convince him.

“I wouldn't be this...concerned if ...if you were active.“

“No! I'm not having this conversation with you.“ You were shocked. He had due restriction when it came to your sex life.

“Baby listen you can't be ...scared your whole life. I know what happened when you were young and I know how damaging that experience was to you. You were so young and brave-.“

You cut him off.

“Brave? I wasn't brave dad. I just.....I just layed there and he-” Your voice cracked. You squeezed your thighs remembering the pain “..I Know I can't think like that, that a man who wants me will treat me that way but ...it's so hard. The thought of opening up to a stranger ..it's bit crazy.”

You wanted him to knew you were afraid but at the say time you didn't. You wanted to live up to this strong daughter image but you had your moments of weakness. Bearing them deep in your soul was better than reliving them.

“You forgave him, made some calls and you took care of him.”

“Is that what we calling murder now.“ You pushed your hair back.

“You know you didn't have to do it.“ He leaned back into his chair. The smirk on your face worried him.

“I'm glad I did.“

“but... you became stronger. I dont think you should let that event lead you stray from love..potential love. You are-”

“Putting a bullet through his head was never going to take the pain away.“ You whispered

“Does it make me a bad person that I loved the sound of his ...agony... The scream he let out when Uncle Ronnie started cutting off his fingers. Does that make me a bad person?” You voice was soft and dry.

“You wanted revenge....Anyone would have. You a good girl Y/N. You deserve to be happy, I'll make sure of it. If anyone tries anything. I mean anything with you. They so much as move a hair out of place. Call me and they will wish they were never born.“

You wink at him trying to lighten the heavy mood

“Speaking of that..... I did met someone!“ You looked down fearing his reaction. It was bad timing but you wanted him to know

“Really now?“ he looked surprised.

“Yes..and I have his number. He seemed kind and he said he came out of a bad break up about a year ago. I'm not sure about him but he..he made feel comfortable.“

”Well I’m very happy to hear that. When are you planning to meet the young man.“

“I’m not sure maybe tomorrow maybe next week, maybe never.“

“Okay then. Tell me when you or if you do meet him. But I do need to leave unfortunately. I'm leaving the country for a bit. Business of course but please do get comfortably. I will see you in 4 days.“

You got up from your chair and gave your father a hug. He was warm and large just how you liked. Your face rested on his chest. Hearing his calm heart beat.

“Thank you for being understanding, for being patient with me and supportive. Please stay safe and come back in one piece.“

“Always. Now please. Get some rest. Eat something.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek and you left his office.

You strolled making your way to your ride. You instructed Frank, your driver to take you to the Hilton hotel. You had been living there since you arrived. The suite you booked was beautiful and you wish you could live there forever. There were no memory, no stress, no anxiety, no fears. when you layed in your bubble bath in the lavish hotel room you at peace. Milky bubble bath sat still around your curvy brown form, hair up away from the fragranced soapy water.

You remember telling your father you didn't need a man. That was true you didn't need one but having someone would be nice. The gilded hotel rooms, marble floors and first class flights to any country. They would be so much better with someone. Someone who cared and loved you. Maybe giving Someone a chance would a right start but you really didn't want to date. The process seemed tedious and time consuming.

But Erik seemed....different. Well that's what you thought. He was a gorgeous black man, there was question about that but beautiful men are everywhere. Your priority was finding someone with a good heart, maybe some who is simple. No flashy lifestyle. Someone would have patience and be slow with you.

Taking a chance climbed out of the warm tub heading to get your phone on the messy bed...Wrapped in a towel you decided to call him.

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“You are a punk, look hoe I'm beating your ass.“ Erik shouted

They were in a heated basketball video game. The guys had brought drinks, weed and snacks to Coles place. It was a friday so they wanted to unwind.

“Trey, I will body you next round I swear. How could you let this fool win.” Jadyn complained

“...And you put money on this nigga.“ Trey called Cole out.

“”What? I thought I could win...I really did have it..“

“Don't lie! You never had it.“ Erik mocked him.

“Ahh I wouldn't be talking if I was you ...shawty still hasn't texted your ass..“ Cole gave back the same energy.

“..She will ..just give her time.“ Erik really didn't expect you to take time long to text him. It pissed him off. He underestimated your thirst.

Any girl with half a brain would have texted him by now. He was used to that. There was no instant gratification with you. He felt ashamed a bit that you didn't fall to his feet and he tried to avoid talking about the bet.

“..Stop all that..just reload the next game..i'm going to the bathroom... “

He up and left. Minutes later he heard Cole telling him he had a phone call from an unknown number.

“Let it ring...“ He shouted back as he dried his hands

“So E who’s calling you so late. Its almost 11. Early booty call.“

Erik made his way back to the living room.

“Nah all my booty calls are saved. I have Friday Linda big Titties, double cheek up Nikki, Lisa Titties could be bigger ....and my absolute favorite.....Nasty Keke. Now that bitch is crazy. “

“Call it back maybe it's an important call from the hospital or something.“ He stopped playing the game.

“Man why would you say that...playing with my guilty conscious and shit.“

He dialed up the number and called it.

It would be an understatement to say he did not expect your voice. It was sweet with just enough of nervousness to make it sound more attractive.

“Hey“ Erik’s voice involentarly went high as well and all the 3 men in the room with him looked at him.

“Are you alone?“ You asked. Erik signaled them to turn of the games and stay quiet then proceed to put the call on speaker.

“Yeah It's just me. I..I didn't expect you to call.“

“Oh ...Im sorry. Its just I feel like calling is better? Don't you think?“ You waited for him to answer. Tip toeing around your room.

“Don't apologise...I mean..Yeah..Calls are more personal. Makes the person in the other end feel..... real.“

All 3 men knew Erik was talking shit but for a small moment Erik forgot about the Bet. It was actually nice to have a female call him like this. It had never happened before. They always just texted him. Texted him where to pick them up and when to. They never really wanted to get to know him.

“Did your father like the gift?“ He asked

“Yes, he did. He’s a big fan of Ray.“ You hated how nervous you were. It really annoyed you. You didn't understand because you weren't this emotional when you meet him back at the music store. Why did you feel like this now. You liked how deep his voice was, You tried not to be affected by its smoothness.

“ - and hows that heart of yours?“ Erik remembered the lie he had told before.

“His doing much better now that you called. You made a brother wait 2 weeks.” You let out a playful laugh

“Believe or not but I have other things to deal with...but you're very corny Sir. Do you know that?“

“Yes. I'm just trying to be myself. Corny all day. How was your day Y/N?“

“Well, I facetimed my brothers, Dwayne and Dean. They on vacation right now. Then I visited my dad. I actually gave him the ...gift today. Now i'm at home...its a hotel but still.. Nothing much really and you? A handsome man like you surely has tons of women -“

Erik knew that in order to gain your trust he had to destroy any doubt you might have about him. That yeah, a tall, handsome man could be available like that.

“Its 11: 20 and Im on the phone with you ..what women?”

The line went silent for too long. You didn't know what say. Erik and his friends could hear your soft breaths. You were lying face up on the bed now.

“You still there“ he asked.

“There’s a Japanes restaurant downtown... Nine o'clock sharp. Tomorrow.“ You hold your breath.

Erik stood up and did a victory dab and the men smiled

“Let me pick you up, Where do you live?“

“No you dont have to...you know what yes“ Erik thought your outburst was strange but he didn't dwell to much on it.

But that would be hard to explain. Why you had a 6.2ft armed guard following you at all times ....at any given moment he was always next to you. You didn't want him to see that. It would be too early to explain to him. Joe, your bodyguard didn't like leaving you alone. He would meet your father's wrath if anything happen to you. So you would have to talk to him and make sure he stays low.

You would just cross that bridge when you got there.

“......Yeah. I'm excited.“

You regretted saying that. It just came out to fast. You really didn't want Erik to think you were forward.

“Me too.“ Your heart melted a little. For some reason you thought he would make fun of you.

“Have a nice night Erik. I'm going to bed now."

"Okay goodnight Princess."

You bit you lip and hung up before you moaned out loud. Rolling around in bed you giggled from the adrenaline from the pet name paired up with his voice. You couldn't believe what you just did. You felt a sense of victory. You felt proud of yourself. You hoped Erik felt the same.

**************

He hung up and the boys went wild with excitement.

" fuck that....I'm not letting you anywhere near my girl no more. You too smooth nigga." Trey said laughing with excitement.

"She eat that shit up like breakfast. I hope yall have got my cash ready."Erik said

“You better send us some evidence though.“ Trey reminded him

“Yeah whatever. I need to leave anyway get ready for my date and shit. I think i'll stop by Tati’s house first. That girl knows how to throw it back. I'm out.“ He got his belongings and left. Meanwhile you left to call Joe. He had rather stand guard outside the hotel door then inside. He liked to give you your private space. You called him.

“Joe could you come in for a bit i need to talk to you.“

“Sure.“ By the time you had slipped into pjs he was standing in the living room area.

“Joe...Please take a seat. There is something i need to tell you....“

“Yes “ the incredibly large man sat down legs wide on the soft couch.

“I'm going on a date tomorrow.“ You would be lying if you said you didn't expect his reaction to the new.

“..and who the fuck is that punk.“

Joe had watched you grow up in front of his eyes. he was assigned to you when you were 12. He knew you better than most people in your life so he cared for you a lot and he had his own way of showing it.

“Joe please. He’s nice. And he's taking me out tomorrow.“

“Is he that nigga that was bugging you at that music shop. Him and his friends were acting too fresh for my liking. Eyeing you like a piece of meat. “

“okay i get it men are weird but the reason i called you in ..was to ask you ...to not come.“

“Forget it. If something happens to you ..your father will kill me.“

“I know...Its just i dont want him to know. Can you at least just keep a low profile.“

“Okay. I'll try...but if he so much as hurts you ill...“ You covered his mouth quickly.

“I think you forgetting that i can take care of myself.“

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26. Part 3

Looking around my daughter’ room, I just need to know I have everything ready for her. Like I am just being random, but I just woke up because I needed to pee but then it came to mind, have I got everything I needed. I know I did, I got everything, but I need to make sure I got plenty of diapers, but I am just wondering. I am more than happy with this room, she is getting everything I never got, and she is a queen, will be treated like one. Chris has yet to do the crib in our room, you never know we may keep her in our room for a while, but this room is perfection, it looks like a queen is giving birth to a future princess, but she is. She is super lucky; her room is direct opposite of our room. Because the way the stairs come up, it breaks the rooms up in a way, but her room is opposite ours which I like but I know this whole house would need babyproofing badly, everything here is not childproof at all, it’s scary. But I should go back to bed, but I will just go down, I did sleep better then I usually do so that is ok and that is thanks to Chris for snuggling me, putting the cream on me and also giving up his side of the bed. I am lucky to have him with me, I sighed out turning back on myself. I feel myself waddling, it’s actually not cute but I am waddling now. I did think I would have an easier pregnancy, like the model type but in real life I am a mess. I have not got ready for much, just Chris coming back, I don’t feel sexy like Chris says but Chris has no filter, he would say it to me in a joke, but he hasn’t so maybe it is just me feeling it.

The blinds rose up automatically as I got down the steps, one of many fancy things this place has which I like. It senses its morning and the sun is rising so the first person that comes down triggers to put the blinds up, let me open the door for the dog. He is probably waiting on someone to open the door so he can come up. It’s a little cold downstairs, looking out of the window, oh it’s snowed a little so no wonder. Opening the door for the downstairs “Zeus, come up boy” I said, he will come up when he pleases, I been contemplating on if I should get my chef back in my life, I think I may do it until I am back to normal functioning life but maybe I can just do it myself, why can’t I just be a normal pregnant woman. Hearing the scurrying behind me, either Chris cuts his hair, or he gets some professional. The dog’ hair is long as fuck “morning” Zeus always sniffs my bump, I don’t know why “yes, it’s a baby in there. Shall we cook breakfast, you don’t want to go out today. It’s cold out there” Zeus walked with me side by side to the kitchen, I am getting used to this big thing now, he’s not all that bad, he is better then Chris anyways because he keeps me company for longer then he does when sleeping, Chris moves off after a while.

Bopping my head along to the radio playing in the background as I made breakfast for all “hey Google, can you wake up the house” I said aloud, we going to wake up the house without walking up no stairs. I can’t wait for this home to be filled, after the baby born then I can start having my people back, holiday will be over. I can get family here to see me, it’s just going to be good vibes “waking everyone up now” I like the Google shit I have in this home, looking down on the floor, Zeus is laying there and doesn’t move unless I leave the room. It’s hard to get him to go downstairs, he doesn’t move at all because he wants to come with me but it’s very protective of him, I like that “oh, not heard this in a while” as No Guidance started to play on the radio, going to my phone. Mel has been texting me, she misses me for once. We are usually in each other’s pockets but since being married and pregnant this is the main priority in my life, but things will be back to normal, she will be back soon. Unlocking my phone, tapping on Instagram. Tapping on the plus sign and adding to my story, aiming my camera at Zeus and panning to the cooker and stopped it, tapping in a caption ‘who needs a man when you got this big ball of fluff’ pressing send, let them have a meltdown over that, which barely shows much.

“Robbie, I don’t like this loud noise that be waking up. It’s not nice” my mom is the first to come down “but you’re here, I made breakfast for us. I hope the boys come down next” my mom is not impressed, she is not impressed because the way she has come down with her wig lopsided and a robe on “come here mommy” walking around the counter “you look very happy today Robyn” fixing her wig “I am” pressing a kiss to her forehead “I am in less pain, and I just saw a different side to Chris. Like you know he is an idiot, every time he is stupid about things” moving back from my mom “I had a warm bath like the nurse said, he helped me out of the bathtub, so I don’t fall. He watched me that I didn’t fall in the bathroom on the marble flooring then, I didn’t want him to do it. Like I was nervous about it and I wanted the pads, but I did it, he put cream there where it’s hurting. I was scared because what if he did it wrong, but he didn’t, he was so gentle with me mom, and it was then I knew how much he loves me, like that love is deep to be doing that. For anyone” my mom’ eyes widened “he did that?” my mom said “he did, like he did it. I wouldn’t even get my own mother to do that, just the nurse because they are trained in that and generally, partners don’t do it?” my mom looks impressed “and you feel better too?” nodding my head “he has impressed me, not even your own father would do that” I chuckled.

They eventually came down; I mean I did need to call Dennis twice, but he finally came down “the pancake is cold” raising an eyebrow looking at Chris “you came down late? The hell you want me to do. Warm it up for you when I am eating myself?” Chris nodded his head “your thighs are warm enough” rolling my eyes at him “I heard what you did for my daughter, it just brings me so much peace that you will be there for her. No matter what people say about you, they don’t know you and I am so happy with you. That is something many men will not do for their partners, even be here for them like this. You are someone many don’t know, the real you” I died a little inside, my mom is mentioning it at the table “did Chris make your butt better?” Dennis snorted laughing “be quiet you!” Chris looked shocked, he was not expecting that “uh thank you Monica, it wasn’t a choir for me. I did it because it’s what is right for her, with Robyn I would do anything for her. I know she felt a little weird about it but like I seen it. she is the only one I would do that for. Like I joke about it, but I would. I know like how it will be for her; she will take lots of rest. She seems happy so I am happy” the buzzer went off for the gate “I will check” Chris said, nodding my head “things are quiet, don’t you think?” I said to Dennis “to you! You’re in your bubble” Dennis said laughing “things are still a mess, oh girl. Nothing is quiet, Roc Nation seemed to have tried to handle it weird enough. I think they are scared of you; they are scared on what is next” they should be “it’s a parcel, I will get it” Chris got up “cool, probably for the baby. I be ordering a lot of shit” which I have been, some things I don’t think I needed to get.

Furrowing my eyebrows “where that nigga go?” it’s so quiet and he never came back “so I was thinking, we could sell this to Netflix. Remember how Amazon outbid Netflix but I think with this we should aim for Netflix” pulling a face “but Amazon, I like them. As a team, they are very much involved. See what happens, I am warming to the idea anyways. I am just literally counting down the days until this lady is here, I feel it so much Dennis, the tightening. The heaviness. I feel my pussy is coming out” Dennis laughed out “he is so sweet Robyn; I have to say it again. I am in shock, to hear he did that for you. I am happy to go back once this is over” my mom is so impressed with Chris, Dennis looked behind me and then I felt a hand on my shoulder “there is so much mail Robyn, like there is boxes of things. Also the team are fixing the tree up for us” looking up at Chris “I didn’t do that, really? Where is the stuff?” I mean I have been ordering but not that much “in the hallway, just filled. I see some Fenty boxes too, and also Adidas. Maybe they are gifts” my eyes lit up “I love gifts, I want to see” getting up from the chair “come and help me” looking up at Chris “and I need you to shave this stubble” I grinned at him.

I gasped “oh my god, what is all this!?” I half shouted, “can you like move it all to the second living room, because the people are doing the tree aren’t they?” Chris sighed out “man, do I have too. Is Dennis going to help me?” turning around “I will help you there brother Chris” I laughed at this bromance, they have bonded “I think this is gifts from Bey, she has some new line from Adidas and I remember seeing the box so that is it. I won’t be able to fit in that yet. That is Dior” I know these boxes “also that is Fendi, why did these all come at the same time. Roc Nation too? Chile, what they sent us” I am scared about that box now, it’s probably some dead rat in here, they hate my ass “how does that dickhead know we live here?” Chris said, seeing the box “OVO, ok then. Erm, possibly Mel may have, I am not sure but Jay Brown knows where I live, I did tell him” Chris is not impressed, Chris is picking at the tape to open it “he has a fucking nerve to do that, he wrote a whole diss track about you” Chris managed to rip it open, I wonder what he gave and the nerve of him anyways. Taking the packet from him “a baby grow” I held up and then looking into the box “he’s given baby clothes” looking up at Chris “he disrespected you so badly, that shit has pissed me. He fucking made a diss song about you” Chris is so angry “there is a note” taking it out before Chris did, opening up the note “It’s handwritten too” oh this is Drake’ handwriting “wait there!” I pointed at Chris, he is ready to come and get it at me “Rihanna, I spent days thinking about you. I spent moments where I cried, I was hurt, and I made a bad decision to make such a song. I am sorry and I hope you are happy even if it’s not with me, I want the best for you because in my eyes you are queen. Accept the gifts from October’s Very Own, and I can’t help but think Adonis will have a play friend now and we can meet and just have kid day. Love Aubrey” looking up at Chris “not even a mention of Chris?” Dennis said, oh Chris is mad “no” I pointed at him.

This is wrong but we don’t need trouble “Chris listen to me” he went to get his phone “Chris, do not and I mean do not post anything! We don’t with that, we have moved on. We are not going to write any Instagram post, because I will” Chris furrowed his eyebrows confused at what I meant “I will post some shady shit, not you. What he did was wrong. I am shocked he had the nerve to send that, he knows you are here with me. He also knows you are the father, just don’t’ get involved. I will do it. Please move the things in there” Chris will do it and then it will be something bigger, I will do it because I know what he did and I know he fucking tried to make a song about me “just calm down, help him Dennis” taking the note with me walking off, I don’t think it’s the best idea to ever get Chris to do that, not when I am trying to help rebuild his profile so people can like him again, I don’t want them to say look at the man she is with “what is it?” my mom asked “Drake” holding the note up “he didn’t mention Chris in this, he made a diss song about me. He shamed me in that studio, he didn’t know that Chris was the father, but he does now” placing the note on the kitchen counter, taking a picture of the note “so what are you going to do baby?” my mom asked “I am going to write a nice little thank you” typing out the caption ‘Octobers very own bitch sending me gifts when you wrote a diss track about me, this fatherless child doesn’t need owl for clothes! She is ok and she kindly declined the dinner date, she doesn’t like blondes boo. Imagine being such a pussy all your life that you then bully a pregnant woman….. Trash!’ pressing send, I want to say more but then I am causing havoc.

Dennis took the picture of me with all the gifts that are for my daughter, I am super happy about this, I didn’t expect it “Roc Nation doing baby grows and shit, or was that just to be cute” Chris is never happy “it works, Chris standing there complaining looks good” Dennis crouched down to me, I am like drowning in kids clothes “mhmm, it does actually. Chris, you better post a thank you, I mean it. Send it to my phone, Chris help me up” this what happens I try to be cute on the floor, now I can’t get up. Chris yanked the hood off my head “hiding in the jacket” I smiled at him “let me pick you up, don’t get up. You might hurt yourself” before I could disagree he picked me up “don’t drop me, am I heavy” the face he pulled, I am heavy for him “no” he placed me on the couch “thank you baby, I am super shocked at the gift that have been sent” Dennis held my phone to me “write the caption, and Chris, I sent the picture to you also” I hide my face with he hood on the jacket and hid my bump, I look a mess but they still know it’s me ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you! For all of the gifts sent by everyone. So many to name, this could be a long post but thank you to my Barbados family for the gifts, all of the toys, auntie the outfits are the cutest. To @kimkardashian and Kanye, her first Yeezy’s and all of the Yeezy clothing, thank you. @Beyonce @Adidas the baby grows are the cutest, Also to @Fendi @Dior @Burberry @blackpyramidofficial and my record label @rocnation my family. And such surprise from @Fenty, these unique baby clothing that my team have made, you know I would love that. I am so blessed with love and support. We are thankful!’ that is long “you done?” I asked Chris “I put thank you everyone now my back hurts from moving the boxes” shaking my head at him, he is stupid.

Poking my lips out, I feel like a baby with diaper rash because I mean it was bad enough Chris had to do it last time but it’s another night and we have to do it again “are you ready? I am going back down after, Dennis and I are playing pool” nodding my head “sure, I love the tree by the way. It makes me all gooey inside because it’s Christmas and I love Christmas. I didn’t feel it but now I do, and I get to spend it with my husband” I am super happy about the tree “it’s ok, well I wanted you to feel it. Oh and I saw the picture you posted; I was shocked. Why?” he posted a very personal picture of me, like I wasn’t even looking for him but we was sat in the living room, I was talking to my mom but I look so well, like I feel I don’t but I am just concentrating on the conversation, I don’t hate the picture but I am glad he didn’t get me looking fat “you like it? I was just playing around with my phone and I realised it was a dope picture. I was like that fucking dickhead deserves a beating for that shit. He disrespected me” he got me choked up “it was very loving from you Chris, I loved the picture and the caption, thank you” I am so loved by him “it was nothing, come on. Get on the bed” smiling at Chris “no wait, let me read the caption again” unlocking my phone, it’s the cutest “go on then, than I can put it on” such a softie he is, letting me waste his time “You said she is for everybody but she is for me, you know Rihanna but I know Robyn. That really warmed my heart thank you” Chris kissed my forehead, I love him so much.

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Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapters 19 + 20]

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18]

Warnings: Language, smut thoughts

The madness continues...

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Y'lan's favorite spot inside of this lavish AirBnB just blocks away from Center City is the outdoor patio. Full of lush bushes peppered with flowers of multiple hues and a large table long enough to fit more than twelve disciples, it's job as the bar is doing the trick. The table is way more than a wet bar, stacked with every type of whisky, gin and tequila known to man. It's also the grandest medicine cabinet Y'lan could have in hopes to soothe his raging emotions toward Trevante.

Y'lan always knew Trevante to be a loose cannon when it came to women. He heard some of the stories straight from the horse's mouth, the worst of them coming from both Michael and Yahya, his best friends. But what he's been hearing from -- and about -- Trevante during the early hours of this pre-bachelor party has him on edge.

Trevante just spoke of "sexing down some chick" just weeks ago, describing her as "super thick, nerdy bitch, tight pussy, all that." Y'lan would only know of Ciara's shape, need to wear glasses and disposition toward learning new things. He never got the chance to see if he'd get stuck inside of her love. However, hearing Trevante talked about Ciara -- or who he imagines to be, at least -- this type of way disturbs him beyond belief. The same girl that Trevante spoke of "ending his playboy ways" with is being talked about in a room full of immature frat boys as just another "fuck", as Stephan just called her. A label that Trevante didn't correct but rather laughed at.

Maybe Trevante just wants to impress his friends or he is trying to keep up appearances. Either way, Y'lan wasn't having it. A shot of top shelf whisky is to keep his mind on other things.

"Yo, bro ... we got all night, man." Trevante catches Y'lan just as he pours his next shot. He saw him pour his first two drinks, watching him out on the porch as the rest of his friends cracked jokes and delved in laughter around him. Trevante didn't want to talk about Ciara in this way. She wasn't a "fuck"; she was his girlfriend. While he loves her body, makes her keep her glasses on during sex as a fetish thing and puts her at the top of his "best sex ever" list, he didn't mean to make their love life his boys' business. Trevante reverts to number-eight-on-his-SPR07 line when he's around the fellas. He's grown since then, he thought. But once he saw Y'lan leave the room, he knew he messed up.

Quiet as it's kept, Y'lan is who Trevante wants to be. He admires Y'lan's drive to live life for something greater than himself, volunteering and giving his life to the church. Trevante wasn't a religious person but he would pay attention to how Y'lan would talk about how God helped him get his act together from a life of doing dirt, Ciara catching most of those stains. He felt Y'lan's "stand up" energy and wanted a part. Him checking in on Y'lan is in his way of trying to be better -- and hoping that he didn't turn off the person he hopes can turn into his best friend.

He pours himself a shot as well. "Y'lan, you cool?"

"Yeah. Just a lot going on in there, man. That's all."

"If you're not feeling this, we can always dip out. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. This really ain't for us anyway. "

Y'lan is taken aback by Trevante's invitation to leave. In one way, he's glad that his friend is aware of what may or may not be a place that he would want to be. On the flipside, he's hurt that his friend is responsible for making him feel uncomfortable in the first place. "Nah, man. I'm good. It's just for today. The wilderness lasted forty days. I'll be solid." Y'lan knocks down another shot. "Let's head out to the day party spot. I'll be cool. I just need to breathe a bit."

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"I feel like I can breathe up here..." Ciara marvels at the orange, auburn and marigold-hued leaves that fall around her and Winston as they wind around a somewhat busy trailway on a Saturday morning. They make sure to make room for the bicyclists and runners with their strollers as they walk the twisted pathway through trees and rotting cabins. "This reminds me of back home."

"Where's back home for you?"

"Suburban Maryland, toward the mountains. We were like the only Black family there but it was a beautiful place to grow up. What about you, Winston? You've been in New York all of your life?"

"Ehh, it's a long story."

"I got time..."

CHAPTER TWENTY

Raised by a preacher father and a stay-at-home mother who were both full-on fire-and-brimstone, barring secular music and television inside of their house, Winston and his sister, in church six times a week and twice on Sundays, were forbidden to go on class trips or to sleepovers. Feeling trapped, Winston started hanging out with all of the "'Rican and Dominican" kids from the neighborhood. There he met his best friend, Ronald.

Built like a NFL player by tenth grade, Ronald scared everyone except Winston, big and bad just like he was. As much as Winston's parents didn't like his new crew, they knew Ronald's mother from church so they lessened their grip. The two became inseparable, Winston spending weekends at Ronald's house during the summer. He got to watch BET and play XBox for all hours of the day, this little ounce of freedom in a world full of restrictions.

But then one day, he couldn't go over Ronald's house anymore and Winston's dad wouldn't tell him why. Winston would hang outside with Ronald but then his mother would drag him into the house. "I better not catch you hanging out with that boy..." is all his mother could say. Nothing made sense until it did. Ronald's mother found a note written for Winston. Inside were Ronald's feelings for him, feelings that his mother felt "were for girls..."

"So that's why you're writing about the persecution of sexuality in the early Church, then? Makes sense." Ciara exhales from hearing Winston's story. It was a lot to take in but Winston felt comfortable enough to tell her about it.

"Yeah. I'm passionate about why we do what we do, you know? There's a root to everything. But I didn't mean to make this all sad and stuff, I'm sorry..." Winston laughs to break up his somber tone. Ciara finds it nice to break up her life with some God talk. Outside of school, she doesn't get much of it. She definitely doesn't get it with Trevante.

"No, you're good! I appreciate it. It kinda reinvigorated me to get back to working on my paper, actually. I don't get to have these conversations with other students often because of work and like, all my close people aren't in the church like that, so..."

"I'm always down for meeting over coffee whenever you're free, if you need to keep fleshing things out."

"Man, Winston. I would love that so much..." Ciara pauses to take a look at Winston before he gives a response. His smile says enough.

"We should be getting you back though, I know your girls are probably looking for you..."

"They ain't even thinking about me. They in that house knocking down mimosas like it's a job." Winston and Ciara both laugh as they turn around on the trailway. The closer they get to the house, the louder the sounds of Jodeci are coming from their AirBnB.

I've been watchin' you for so very long tryin' to get my nerve built up to be so strong/ I really want to meet you but I'm kinda scared/ 'cuz you're the kind of lady with so much class...

The crowd at this day party is way too young to know anything about Jodeci. Most of them weren't born when K-Ci, JoJo, Dalvin and DeVante were killin' the streets. But Trevante, Y'lan, Stephan, Michael and the boys make the most of it. And the worst...

"Yo, Stephan is a damn savage," Michael says as he watches his friend's married frat brother flirt with another girl that looks just a shade over 21. Y'lan's been waiting and watching Stephan all night, calling him a "fuck nigga" under his tequila-laced breath. The girl's look of discomfort is clear to everybody else but Stephan.

It's even more clear to Trevante. Stephan wasn't just drunkenly flirting with some random. He grabs the girl's hand and takes her to their VIP section.

"Yo, yo... this is Meganne. She's a Lambda. Ain't think they were still out here looking this fine, shit." Meganne gently smiles to hide her embarrassment. She spotted Trevante and his crew some time ago as she and her girls grooved to another Ma$e song that they were too young to know. After Trevante told her to cool it for the sake of his relationship, she didn't walk by his office like she would always do, hoping to catch his attention.

After talking to her prophytes, she realized that Trevante was in the wrong for how he treated her. She felt strung along, feeling as if Trevante had this "girlfriend" for as long as he was taking her home from work and to lunch everyday. He would be her first "fuck nigga". Too bad he had to be so damn fine.

So as she sits down, she tries not to catch eyes with Trevante. Trevante is staring holes into her and Y'lan notices. He then remembers running into a girl that looked just like Meganne trying to hold back tears as she ran out of his office. Y'lan puts what he thinks is two and two together. He had enough. His fingers -- and the liquor -- went to work.

I ain't trying to win you back, Ciara. So that's not my move. You just need to know how trash this dude is. You deserve better, straight up.

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shaekingshitup · 5 years

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Grindin

A/N: EEEPP. This is my first attempt at a reader insert. Reader is always gonna be black. I missed a many of days. Here is the day 3 prompt because I liked this idea! Kind of based off my favorite coffee shop. Maybe I’ll do more for this lil story? 💁🏿 The chime for the door is literally from this song here.

Summary: Reader goes back home to open a coffee shop and meets a man that stirs some things in her.

“I love the concept,” you commented, “ I know we were only interested in black and blue originally. But can you do a mock up with gold lettering as well?”

“YAS! THAT! I like THAT! exclaimed Ray

“Already done,” Lulu noted and pulled out a secondary growler mock up from behind the print that you were assessing.

“You know me so well,” you smiled.

“Yeah, your ass is kinda predictable” she smiled back which earned her a tongue out.

This was your first meeting of the month and so far everything was going great. You loved that you could live out your dreams with the two people you trusted more than anyone in the world. Lulu had been by your side since you both realized you were the only two Spelman freshmen who were both from Cali in your class. By your second semester y’all were so inseparable that everyone thought you were sisters. And by year 2 you were already living together. Thank God y’all had separate interests which kept your friendship and now your business in a healthy and ever growing state. You were engrossed in the world of science. You had been a bio major who often volunteered at the local greenhouse. That helped you establish your small but busy coffee shop a year and a half ago. Lulu was a graphic artist whom also was in charge of all Grindin social media and the unofficial pastry taste tester. Ray had come along when the ladies were rooming together off campus. He was a community college to 4- year transplant at Clark Atlanta but the boy was born and raised in Macon, Georgia and he’d never let you forget it. It was evident that once he met the girls at a mixer in his first week, the friendship was a wrap. That spawned regular visits back to his parents’ homes on the weekends and even some holidays spent in the south. After graduation, the bond never broke. You and Lulu returned to Cali with Ray in tow so that he could use his business degree to help birth Grindin.

You glanced over to Sherell. The Brewista Lead for the morning shift. You knew that Sherell had been strugglin to keep up a healthy sleeping schedule with finals right around the corner and the nerves of her impending graduation from Lincoln. She was a sweet girl and you couldn’t stand to see her bare any more stress. You were so caught up in your thoughts about Sherell that you had missed the very clear topic change amongst your friends.

“Okay, but that nigga’s arms? They biggg. You know what that mean!” sad Ray pointedly at Lulu

“HA” she cackled, “ that don’t mean nothin’. My guy has really soft eyes and you know Y/N loves a guy who is easy on the eyes,” Lu quips

“Bitch, you see the caterpillar above those eyes? We don’t nee her birthin the next Helga Pataki in these streets”

“Ugh” you groaned as you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know how many times we have to have to do this but I do not under any circumstances want you two meddling in my love life,”

“But” they chorused.

“BUT NOTHING! Every human with an assumed penis and who looks like they got more than $150 in the bank becomes a contestant for your little game of ‘Win a Date with Y/N’! I run a coffee shop! Not a dating service. I’m done explaining shit to y’all. Stop harassing my customers and let my ass worry about who I am with! I mean that shit.”

“I told you we should have started addin females to the list,” whispers Ray as you walk over to the counter.

“Raymond Johnson the IV and Eyeluta Nicole Hathaway, if I hear one more word from either of y’all you both gone be banned from any pastries for the rest of the month” you spat feeling like the unofficial mother of your group yet again. You took a deep breath and continued toward the counter.

“Sherell, how’s it going?” you asked a you approached the register.

She sighed heavily.

“You know what? You need a break. Go in the back and relax your eyes a bit. I’ll man the front”

“Oh no. It’s really-“

You cut her off. “Get back there and relax a little. I think I know how to run a register,” you winked.

You were on the register and Antwon was pouring at the bar. You two were in a good rhythm. It was either bustling or there was one customer to tend to today. There didn’t seem to be any in between this morning.

GRINDIN rang out as the next patron entered.

“Welcome!” Antwon called out as you were assessing the stock supply up in the floor.

When you turned around you were met with... Well, you weren’t quite sure how to describe him. Fine was an understatement. Standing six feet tall was a milk chocolate wonder with a physique that his dark turtleneck and three piece suit couldn’t hide.

Keep it professional y/n

Before you could even get a breath out he growled “Y’all really got Clipse playin every time the damn door open?” He said this with his eyes glued to his screen as if looking up was such a difficult feat to conquer at 7:32 a.m.

“Yeah. It’s a signature touch,” you responded to the stranger. At your voice, he looked up and offered a smirk that probably made most women collapse at first sight. You still hadn’t made up your mind though.

“I’m feelin it.”

“Is this your first time here? I’m more than welcome to answer any questions you have about the menu or the store in general” you offered.

“Nah. I’ve been in a time or two before. Never seen you before,” he very openly eyed you up and down, “I normally let my assistant handle this shit though, you know Miss… “

“Y/N. Well, since you’ve been here before then you’re familiar with our unique take on the menu.” you supplied.

“Yeah, y’all rotate teas and coffees quarterly. You seem to keep a few staples- which I ‘preciate and y’all got some corny ass names for these drinks too.”

You bristled a bit at that last part. “There’s nothing wrong with a little creativity.”

“Never said there was, Y/N” At this point you couldn’t tell if you wanted to serve this man or show him the door. You chose the professional route.

“So, what does your assistant normally bring you Mr…?” you trailed off

“Just Erik is fine. My favorite is the single origin. Black. It’s always the best way to start my day.”

“Mine too.” you smiled. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all

“If you’re into the single origin and you love that bold, black, taste something similar with just a little more sweetness is Brew Thang.”

He chuckled. “See what I be saying about these names? How you expect a grown ass man to order a drink called ‘Brew Thang’?”

“It’s good. Once you have a taste, you won’t have a hard time getting it to roll of your tongue.” you sassed.

Oh fuck . I didn’t mean it like that. I gotta keep this professional. I don’t need a bad review from this guy.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? Then lemme get a taste,” he said licking his lips. Your eyes widened slightly but he caught it.

“Size?” you asked looking down at the tablet screen.

“Large” he said with a bld and dark stare, “How much I owe you?”

“This one will be on the house. I want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

OH MY GAWD GIRL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. PLEASE LEAD WITH YOUR HEAD AND LESS OF THE PUSSY

“Antwon, let’s switch. I’ll take the bar. You take the register!” You yelled out and quckly you two transitioned so that he could help the growing line of customer and you could bang out the drinks. Erik followed as you moved to the bar where he watched you work your magic. Once you were done pouring his drink you gave it to him. You got started not the next orders not the board but made sure to keep an eye on him as he took the first sip.

“Fuck ma. This shit good” It was your turn to smirk.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. So now you’re hooked on the Brew Thang?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely satisfied.” You failed to hide your giggle as you called out that Ricky’s order was ready. Erik stuck around for a little after that inquiring about other menu items that you told him not be too quick to judge based on their names. The initial tension had dissolved and you two were in a comfortable rhythm of commenting on both the menu and the changes you’d seen in Oakland during the last few years. Thankfully there wasn’t a rush at the moment and it was fine for your to be off to the side of the bar answering any questions he could put forth. He was attentive to your passion regarding the menu and all that went into the shop as a whole.

“Hol up. You ain’t a barista. This is yo shit?”

“I prefer Brewista and yes. I do co-own this shop with my best friend Ray and we have a great Graphic Artist, Lulu, on deck too” The more he learned about you. The more he wanted to know.

“Okay Miss Entrepreneur. I see you. Damn, does that mean that you tha one that come up with these corny ass names then?”

You scowled playfully. “You keep talkin on my name and you gone catch these hands. I’m a professional. But I grew up on these streets. I can throw blows Erik,”

“My bad baby girl. I respect your grind.”

“Okay. So who really is the corny one here?”

“Whatever,” he smiled. A genuine smile with teeth and this made you want to melt right there. “Anyways, speaking of Brew Thangs, you got a ni-“

His phone rang and he glanced down cursing. He put up his index finger and gestured that he just need one moment. You nodded your consent.

“What up T?”

In that time that he took his call, you looked up and saw that you had a line out the door. Sherrell came back out to the floor and your two were in a great rhythm getting through the 16 drink orders that had come up. When you looked up again, Erik was no where to be found. Now that the shop was stable you let Sherell do her thang and went into the back to re-convene with Lu & Ray.

“Y/N we need to get you an award for best employer. You really be out here goin the extra mile for your staff,” Lu said. You lifted the corner of your mouth in a weak attempt at a smile.

“Uh uh. Hoe what’s wrong?” Ray said noting your dejected spirt.

“Now? Now you listen to me?!” you yelled. “ALLL the time, I tell yo asses not to intervene in my love life and the one time it may have actually been beneficial y’all were no where to be seen!”

“I know she didn’t” Ray said.

“Yeah. She did” Lu, retorted. “I’m gonna ignore your funky attitude because I can see you’re going through something sis. What’s the deal?”

“I was talking to this guy. This man. And y’all he was so charming and sexy as hell and he wasn’t afraid to talk about shit that matters and I just turned away to make some drinks and he disappeared! I really thought he was gonna make a move. Or at the very least that you two would move in on him and make me sit through another awkward date. But nooooooo, you two finally decided to respect my wishes for once and now Imma die alone!” you monologued.

“You done?” Lu asked.

“Yes” you pouted.

“Aww come here baby,” Ray said with his arms outstretched, “I’m sure he’ll be back.” He hugged your frame tightly and rubbed some circles into your back. “Especially if you turned around when you were in front of him, cuz BABY GOT BACK!!” He yelled.

You and Lu laughed as he started smackin your ass and shakin his own. Soon enough you were all in the back twerkin like it was the first night y’all meet all over again. Hopefully he’d be back.

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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SWEET TOOTH

A/N: So I saw a post from @wakandascrystal that said “hear me out, (Y/N) got 4 older brothers who won’t hesitate to end a nigga life if they try anything with their baby sister..but The short yellow off the shoulder dress (Y/N) got on at the neighborhood cookout got Erik ready to risk it all.” LIGHT BULB. Don't worry. I got her permission and she wanted to be tagged so here it is. There are also links in this piece so watch for bold and italicized font.

A/A/N: So, this is still a reader and Erik one shot but you will go by the nickname “Sweets” and “Baby Girl”...oh and your last name is Moore.

WARNING: Contains drug use, swearing, sexual puns, angst, and fluff

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Nite and Day by Al B. Sure!

It was a hot July day where the neighbor was holding its 50th Annual Block Party. There was old school music playing loudly, children in swimwear running around with water toys, mothers bringing tons a food down to the eating area and men playing games like dominos, spades, and poker. The smoke of the grills filling the air making people even more hungry. At one home, a young man stood on the porch in a crisp white tee, tan cargos and white running shoes with a chain with a ring, another with a gold ankh and a matching watch on his wrist. He dreads were tossed to the left and he had a Budweiser in his right hand. He was with his long term friend Ron who looked like Odell Beckham with no tattoos and short hair.

“It’s good to have you back, E. Real talk. You been gone for too long” Ron said as he rolled a blunt and began to smoke. Erik sipped his beer and said “yeah, decided to visit my real family. My Aunt is like my moms now, T is like that annoying ass big brother that think he know everything and princess was showing me some sneakers she making for me. They coo.” What he didn’t mention was the scars he had for ever kill were removed and how he was dead for like a week and brought back to life by his genius cousin and also that he had royal blood in his veins.

Erik saw a group of four men walking to a house across the way; the Moore Brothers. From left to right, there was Darnell, Andre, Mitchell, and Junior. “Welp, there goes the Nigga Turtles”, Erik said before Ron laughed. “Yeah, they keep getting bigger to keep niggas away from Baby Girl.” Speaking of, a white Nissan Altima pulled up passed the orange sign that cut off the street and parked; that’s when Erik saw her as if they were in slow motion. Her skin was a bronze glow that glittered in the sun. Her 4c curls resembled a cloud that framed her round, babyface with big roasted chestnut eyes that can hold heat in them. She finally walked from the driver side to show her figure. Her off the shoulder yellow dress hugged her thick body oh so well. Her curves screamed ‘look at me’. Her breasts were sitting at attention and her behind was like a chocolate peach. She showed off her legs in a pair of wedges and her golden chain read ‘Sweets’. The back of her right shoulder was home to an adorable baby jaguar tattoo.

“There’s our Baby Girl”, Darnell said getting her families attention. She opened up her arms to her mother and father with a smile receiving hugs then her brothers waited for their turn. Erik watched as he placed his hands in his pockets and when he saw them walking in their home, Baby Girl, walking behind, he whistled. She looked around and finally saw Erik. He nodded at her with a smirk and she waved small with a wink before walking in. “Cuh, you must got a death wish or somethin’. You know damn well them negroes do not play ‘bout their sister.” Erik turned to his friend with a chuckle. “Ron, aint no one scared of them muthafuckas, dawg. You talking to a man who has killed at least 2,351 people around the world. I’m a Navy Vet, they should be scared of me.”

“E, they don’t care about that shit. To them, you still Lean Bean to them,” Ron said as he smoked. Erik cringed at how he used to look and said: “Why you gotta bring up old shit for, huh?” He turned back to the street to see Nat and Baby Girl walking down the street with trays of food. Erik smiled and walked down catching up to him as Ron followed. “How y’all ladies doing”, E asked making her smile. “We good. How about you? Long-time, no see, E”, she said with her brow raised. “Eh, I’ve been good but who told you to get thick on me, looking a cute fine apple”, he said with a smirk. “Good one, E. But I can say the same about you”; they smiled at each other.

He looked behind to see that the brothers were nowhere in sight. Erik got closer and she said “getting a little close there. You don’t wanna get in trouble by my brothers, do you?” He chuckled and said, “I ain’t worried about them.” When he was about to wrap his arm around her neck, he felt a palm on his chest and they looked to see it was the Moore Brothers and Sweets rolled her eyes. “Well, well, well. If it ain’t Lean Bean all grown up. What you tryna do”, Darnell asked as he signaled Mitchell to remove his hand. “Guys, we were just talking and besides, I’m not a baby anymore. I can handle myself”, Y/N said making everyone look at her. Erik held her hands up with a chuckle and said “y’all heard her. She can handle herself.” Darnell’s eyes cut to him then he said to Andre “get the food” and signaled Junior to flung her over his shoulder. Darnell said “that was strike two. First was whistling at her. We watching you, Lean. Bean”. They walked into the crowd but Sweets and Erik’s eyes were still on each other. Ron looked to Erik who stood with a look in his eyes like he wasn’t about to give up. Erik started walking and said “that gives me one more strike. I love a good ol’ challenge.”

“Fuck. This is like high school all over again”, Ron said following him. Erik saw Baby Girl being put down, fixing her dress, poking each brother in her chest and taking the food from them walking away; the brothers walked the other way. “I need you to cover me. I’m going in”, Erik said to Ron. He saw her in the food area, dropping off the food and stood by her. “You okay, Sweets”, he asked and she looked up to him. “My bad. I’m good. I just wished they would stop babying me. I’m gonna be thirty soon for God sake.” Erik nodded, started to caress her arm and said “I get it. You the only the girl and you the baby. You gotta put yo foot down, Baby Girl, if you want them to respect you. I mean you are a grown-ass woman after all.”

She looked up at his face and grinned as he did the same. They noticed how the music was turned down so she took his hand into hers and made their way onto the curb with everyone else. The neighborhood got into a huge oval and the leader of the block with her family stood in the middle; she had a headset microphone. “Good afternoon, neighborhood. I just wanted to thank everyone who has come out and brought out many dishes to this affair. I have a few announcements to make beforehand though. I would like to congratulate the new addition to the Smith Family. Jeremiah Richard Smith was born at seven pounds and 8 ounces.” Everyone cheered and Erik leaned into Y/N’s ear and said “that’ll be ours one day”; she grinned. The leader continued with “and also congratulations to the neighborhood’s favorite baby girl, Y/N “Sweets” Moore for her grand opening last week of her own bakery called ‘Baby Girl’s Sweets’ located in the Crenshaw Mall. We are very proud of you”. Everyone applauds and the smile on her face lit Erik’s whole world.

“And finally, we would like to welcome back Mr. Erik Stevens for his safe trip back home from being in the Navy and from his home country of Wakanda.” Everyone cheered and laughed as he took a cheesy bow. “Now, everyone please bow your heads and join hands as we go into prayer.” Everyone did so but before Erik did, he looked across the way to see the Moore Brothers with joined hands and death stared across the way. It reminded him of the US Movie and he could have sworn he heard the horror version of ‘I Got Five on It’ somewhere. Y/N looked up to him and caressed his beard, saying “E, it’s ok. Look down”; he did what he was told after she kissed his cheek.

“Lord Jesus, our brother, be with us today. Bless our happy gathering, and bless this meal that we share. Protect us all, and help us to grow in your love. Lord Jesus, we praise your holy name forever. In Jesus Name, Amen.” Everyone started to make their plates and Y/N with Erik made theirs the same; grilled chicken, mac n cheese, greens, potato salad, and cornbread with cups of her Koolaid. Erik asked, “so, how the bakery doing?” She sipped her drink after she ate a chunk of mac n cheese. “It’s actually really good. My folks have been spreading the word getting me noticed. Even ABC 7 came down. You should come and try some of my cake.” Erik looked at her as she ate again and said “why try some? I want the whole thing.” She looked at him and scooted closer to him. “Be careful. You may get a sweet tooth.” He took her soft hand and kissed it. “Girl, I’ve had a sweet tooth for years now”, he said smoothly and she blushed with her cute nose wrinkled. Nat and Ron came to the table with plates and drinks were dead silent.

“How the food, y’all”, Darnel asked with a smile and cup in his hand, sipping. “Good”, Nat and Ron said but Baby Girl and Erik only looked at one another until Junior and Andre pulled her seat far away and place their seats between them. “Yeah, Ms. Richards did the damn thing with the mac and cheese,” said Mitchell as he pulled up a seat next to their sister and began eating his plate. “Boy, if you don’t stop smacking in my ear, Ima hurt you”, she said ith her brow raised that made E smile. As the group ate, Erik and she would steal looks at one another. As Junior and she talked, Erik sipped from his cup, noticing Darnell looking at him. Nigga staring too damn hard but I got something for all of them, he thought to himself, leaning back into his chair with a smirk.

“So, Baby Girl, when can I try that cake of yours?” Everyone at the table looked at him and she answered “anytime you would like. But, I should warn you. It will be the best cake you have ever had and ever will”, she said. “I would love to have some right now if you don’t mind”, he said and with that, she stood, looking at him with a grin of her own. “Coming. Right. Up.” She looked at Nat and they made their way to the dessert table. Erik watched her with a grin and his head slightly tilted. “Strike Three”, Andre said and Darnell added, “you think you slick, huh nigga? Tryna fuck with our baby girl like we ain’t here. That's aight. Let’s go.” The brothers stood and Ron looked at E. “Cuh, you a dead man. Real talk.”

“Man, shut yo ass up,” E said looking into his friend’s soul. After dessert, the group sat and talked for a little but there was no sign of the brothers anywhere. Erik and Sweets talked and laughed until the announcer said “aight, calling all men. It is time for the basketball game and Andre & Darnell volunteered to be captains. They will call their other four members one by one. Winners get a $50 Visa gift card.” They all applaud and Andre started to read off names. “Aight, so I choose Junior Moore, Toni M. Montell, Chad Jordan, and Ronald D. Duke.” Erik, Y/N, and Nat looked at Ron who stood slowly walking towards his team confused. Darnell said “on my team. I chose Mitchell Moore, Wolf Thomas, Erik ‘Lean Bean’ Stevens and Daniel Bryant.” Baby Girl looked at Erik and shrugged as he stood making his way.

Two hoops were across from one another a couple yards away and the guys were preparing themselves. Y/N stood in front since she was tad short and Erik slid his shirt off, making her lips part. He looked at her and walked over to her with shirt in hand. “Hold this for me, yeah”, he winked and kissed her head. The game was going and it was tied 20 - 20. Darnell’s team actually got along, like if they were family. They cracked jokes and played fought on the sidelines like nothing happened...or was it? There were two minutes left in the game and the opposite team missed the shot but Erik took the rebound. He ran down court being guarded by Mitchell. He looked over at Baby Girl with a smirk and right when he was about to shoot it, Mitchell hit him with a hard elbow to the nose resulting him to fall hard to the ground: he still made the shot.

Mitchell, Junior, Darnell and Andre ran to Erik as the others watched and aimed to attack him. Darnell hit him with a left hook, Erik did the same and Baby Girl screamed “stop it! Leave him alone.” She slipped out her mother’s hands and stood in front of the flying hands which stopped. “Y/N ‘SWEETS’ MOORE, GETCHO LIL ASS OUT THE WAY, NOW. HE AIN’T NO GOOD. WE PROTECTING YOU”, said Darnell but she said “NO! I CARE ABOUT HIM TOO MUCH AND HERE Y’ALL ARE! THE FUCK Y’ALL JUMPING HIM FOR! Y’ALL ACTING LIKE A GROUP OF PUSSY ASS NIGGAS! What y’all couldn’t do one on one or something? He did nothing to y’all but y’all being such fucking idiots that you think you’re protecting me but you’re actually hurting me!” The brothers looked at her and as Darnell reached his hand out, she pushed aside and smacked him with the black side of her right hand. He covered his jaw as his mother pulled them out the street. “Team Andre is disqualified. Team Darnel is the winners.” The crowd went away from the drama and back to the party.

Y/N stood in front of him with nose dripping blood and his head held up. “E, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know what to do to make this better.” He snatched his shirt out of her hand and held it to his nose. “Don’t bother. Ima just catch you later”, he walked off and heard muffled crying behind. He wanted to stop and hold her but his feet wouldn’t let him. He was in Ron’s house, lying on the couch with an ice pack to his face and eyes closed. “She tried to help, E”, Ron said and Erik said “I know, Ron. But the Moores are right. I ain’t good for her. I wasn’t back then and I’m damn sure not now.”

“E, she don’t give a fuck so why should you? I mean Sweets smacked the dog shit outta her brother and told them off. She didn’t deserve what you did,” Ron said and Erik sat up looking at Ron as he sat in his armchair. “You right. I guess I’ll go apologize since my nose stopped bleeding.” Erik went into the bathroom to see his nose slightly swollen and had a scar on it. He grabbed a band-aid to place on top and took a few aspirins, he put on a black shirt and walked out the door to the dance floor. The sky had gotten dark and the street lights were on. “Hey, Stevens. Wait up”, Darnell said but Erik kept walking. The Moores rand and stood in front of him making him stop. “What the fuck y’all want? Y’all tryna try and jump me again,” he asked and Darnel sighed.

“We sorry, man. I mean, we can be a bit protective but what you expect? We got a baby sister and this shit hard. She ain’t little anymore and we just don’t want her to get hurt”, Mitchell said. “Yeah, we just tryna make sure she good but I guess she can make her own decisions”, added Junior. Andre had his arms folded and said: “Y/N is literally our world and we just don’t want to see her cry.”

“But we made her cry because we tried to kick ya ass. We hate seeing her cry and all. We apologize and if it means anything, we think you cool. The laughing we did earlier was real. You a cool ass nigga, Lean Bean. No hard feelings”, Darnel said and reached his hand out. Erik looked at them all and took his hand into his shaking it. “If y’all don’t mind, Ima go to apologize to my girl”, he said walking to Y/N who back was turned. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up to him. “E, I’m really, really sorry. I didn-”, she said before his thumb grazed her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I mean. I shouldn’t have been mad at you. Sweets, I love you a lot. I’ve always had.” His lips touched hers in a peck then eventually, as “Nite and Day” by Al B. Sure played through the air, the kiss got needy and intimate with fireworks popping in the background.

𝕊𝕀𝕏 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕊 𝕃𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ

It was late July when Erik walked into a huge bakery in jeans, a black tee and matching sneakers Shuri gifted him. He went to the counter to the cashier who had a big smile. “Hi, sir. How can I help you today?” Erik nodded and said, “yeah, lemme get a slice of the famous Sweetie double chocolate cake, a whole Lean Bean pie and lemme get a cute four-year-old Hershey Kiss.” With that, he heard a pair of little feet running to him. He felt a pull at his jeans and a cute little girl with her curly hair pulled into a pineapple style. She wore a pair of jeans with a cute chef jacket and a mini pink apron. “Hi, daddy”, she said smiling up at him. He picked her up and said “hey, baby girl. Where my kisses”, he asked and she kissed all over his face. “That’s more like it. Now, who told you that you can look cute pineapple today?”

“Her mommy did”, a voice from behind the counter said. It was Y/N in a similar outfit and hair as their daughter, Mariah. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly making Mariah giggle. “Are y’all on break now,” he asked Mariah and she nodded hard and fast making them laugh. He sat her down in his lap as Y/N stood at the counter with her cashier. Mariah pulled down his bottom lip and he said “uh, baby girl. What you doing?”

“Momma told me about the stowy of when y’all fell in love and I’m making suwe youw teeth awe okay.” He looked at his daughter confused until she asked “daddy, do you still have a sweet tooth?” He chuckled and looked at his wife. “I will always have a sweet tooth, baby girl.” Sweets looked at them as he looked up at her and they winked at each other with a smile.

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Imagine:

Erik and the reader in the middle of fucking and the reader tells him, “Erik, I wanna have yo’ baby, please”

“Erik! Up here!”

Erik looked up into the VIP section, his friend with benefits aiming her camera into his face.

“Smile for me!”

He flashed her a smile, all that gold in his bottom row teeth gleaming.

“Thank you friend!”

Erik shook his head away from her, going back to his drink and his group of guy friends. Y/N was dragged along with Erik’s occasional fuck buddy and friend from child hood, Draya. She wasn’t down for coming at first but Draya practically begged her ass to join so she wouldn’t be the only girl there with a group of guys. Plus, she needed some help rounding these niggas up since they were drinking every single bottle brought to them empty. Y/N tried to keep her eyes off of Erik, really tried. She still wasn’t over the way he fucked her the last couple of times. She was afraid Draya would take notice, maybe smell Erik on her.

“You good, girl?” Draya asks, shaking her hips to Drake- Nice For What.

“Yes, just tired,” Y/N didn’t get one look from Erik that night. She wanted him to look her way, she really wanted those eyes on her. She assumed it was because of Draya.

“It’s cool, sis, Erik was checking you out the minute we stepped into this bitch.”

Y/N stopped dancing, covering her face with embarrassment. She really wanted to go now.

“Why are you acting so ashamed? Y’all fuck?”

Draya held nothing back. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a seat on the couch within the VIP section. She was thankful that they were in a club, everyone focused on the loud music and drinking.

“Girl, you ain’t gotta act like that with me, Erik dont owe me shit. We’re just friends who fuck around from time to time.”

Y/N stared at Draya. She sounded sincere and had a confidence in the way she spoke that made Y/N believe her.

“Girl,” she shook her head, taking a sip of her drink, “I know y’all had sex. Just tell me.”

Fuck it. Might as well admit to it.

“Yeah.”

“You dont have a man I don’t know about do you?”

“No.”

“So then what’s the damn problem?!”

Y/N wanted Erik to be her man for sure. It was the way he attracted other women. He had this sexy allure and he wasn’t even trying. The shit drove her crazy. He gave off this vibe were anyone wanted to be near him and be like him. She wanted him balls deep in her pussy. That man fucked like he was born to fuck. She wanted him to cum all in her...

“Fuck, you are hooked.” Draya was all laughs.

The minute Y/N looked away from Draya, she caught Erik’s eye. The bitch dancing on him didn’t even matter. She was shaking her ass all on him and Erik wasn’t paying her no mind. Y/N liked that shit. She liked it a lot. He didn’t look away for one second, didn’t even blink. Y/N’s breathing was getting a little heavy. She took the rest of her drink to the head, feeling Drayas hand on hers to bring her attention back to her.

“I can understand, sis, he fucks with so much power. Who am I to deny some top shelf dick to another woman? Erik likes to fuck. It’s just how Erik is. You know. He make you scream his name and ask for his baby yet?”

“Um...” Y/N leaned back and squinted at Draya.

“You sure you aren’t whipped?”

“I love it, any woman would love good dick, but Erik isn’t the man for me. We’re good the way we are.”

“I don’t see how you can fuck him and not want more! He drove me crazy twice and you just straight up casual with it like his good dick don’t have a serious effect on you.”

“How did Erik fuck you the first time? When did it happen?”

Y/N did not need this. She really didn’t need the entire image to pop up in her head like that. But now that it did...whew. Erik wasn’t playing with Y/N.

Erik was staying at Draya’s about a week ago on a Friday night. Draya was working late at the strip club as a bartender and Y/N was off that night so she stayed home to study for finals. Draya and Erik had some wild ass sex a few hours before and now he was stretched out on her bed, sleeping wild and wrapped in the covers. Y/N had to walk past Drayas to get to the bathroom. She stood in Drayas door way, looking at Erik’s sleeping body. He was sleeping on his back, that thick as fuck dick print bulging out of the sheets. He slept so damn pretty. She could still remember the way he looked at her earlier while they sat around eating pizza in the living room. She was like Drayas little sis. Draya was about 6 years older than Y/N and so was Erik.

She needed a hot shower just from admiring him. The inner hoe in her wanted to go in that room, lift the covers back, and see that dick up close. Maybe put it in her mouth and see how it tastes. That would wake his sexy ass up for sure. Y/N made it to the bathroom, slightly closing the door to let some of the steam out. She stripped down out of her ex boyfriends basket ball shorts and wife beater, nothing on underneath. Y/N opened the cabinet that held all of her and Drayas hair products in it, grabbing her silk Louis Vuitton scarf to wrap her TWA. Y/N turned on the shower, making sure it was extra hot to burn away the nerves that tingled from thinking about sucking Erik’s dick.

She pulled the black shower curtain back, stepping inside. The water was the perfect amount of hot and it was actually working. Even scrubbing her pussy under the water didn’t make her think about Erik. Y/N leans out of the shower, grabbing her phone to put on her R&B playlist. Tory Lanez new album played, Y/N going back to scrubbing her body down. While she was scrubbing her ass cheeks the bathroom door could be heard opening and then the shower curtain was pulled back roughly. Standing before her, with a towel around his waist, was Erik himself. He looked just as shocked as Y/N did, covering her body as best as she could but she only had two hands and a lot of ass, titties, and a pussy.

“Shit-I-I-I thought you were Draya. Shit-damn-fuck, I thought you were Draya,”

“Shit, she got pulled into work at the last minute!!” Y/N slaps her forehead, one of her titties falling from her hand. Erik’s eyes were zeroed in on her breast, watching the hot water hit it.

“Fuck,” Erik didn’t hold that one back at all.

“What?” Y/N has her breast again, backing away a little. She was growing hot and it wasn’t the water. He was all prepared to shower and everything. She could only think about that dick right now...

“You got some big titties Y/N.”

“Um, E, I don’t think...”

“Why not,” he held her gaze now, “You don’t want me to see them? I can walk away. I mean, it’s a little too late for that shit I know exactly what Draya little friend got going on now, Mhm.”

That Mhm had her closing her eyes.

“Look.”

Y/N opens her eyes to find Erik without the towel around him. She felt oxygen deprived. Holy Shit. He was really really nice down there. All long, thick, veiny, smooth, chocolate, nice heavy balls, and hairless. She had never seen nor had a dick like that. Ever. No wonder Draya fucked Erik from time to time when she felt like it. Just call Erik up if you wanna feel dick in your spine and guts. Call him up if you wanna he bed ridden for about 24 hours. She didn’t know how long she was staring, but Erik didn’t stop her. He waited for Y/N to pick her jaw off the floor and speak.

“Umm,” she finally broke away, looking back up at Erik with nervous eyes, “It’s-its really nice, Erik.”

“You want some company?” He says all low and tantalizing.

Y/N crossed her legs, pressing her hands further into her breasts, “Erik,”

“How long Draya been gone?” He asked with a raised brow, looking over his shoulder then back at her.

“For about an hour now.” Y/N trailed her eyes back down to his dick again.

“See? That gives us plenty of time to play.”

She bit into the side of her bottom lip, “Play?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “freaky play,” His voice got even lower, drawing her in, “Don’t you want me to play in that pussy, Y/N?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. They both knew she wanted him to. All those looks, all the times Y/N caught Erik leaving Drayas room in the middle of the night after hearing them fuck. It was only a matter of time before Erik had Y/N as well.

“Okay, turn around.”

Y/N finally let go of her breasts, walking towards Erik and turning around. She placed her hands on the shower wall, looking back at Erik while he admires her wet mocha skin.

“Bend over, pretty girl.”

Y/N arched against the wall, poking her wet juicy ass out at Erik. Erik’s hands on her skin set a flame within her. He was so gentle with the way he massaged her cheeks. That all changed when she felt him smack her ass. It was sudden and alarming but she liked it. She’d never been spanked like that before. Now, he had his fingers on her pussy, moving up and down all slow and soft. He was working her wetness all over her pussy. She almost fell forward when his thick fingers pulled her pussy lips apart to rub all in there.

“Mmmmmuhhhhh,” she moaned.

“You loving that I see.”

“Yes, I love that.” She responds with difficulty.

“You really gonna love this.”

He got down on his knees, Erik burying his face in her pussy. She let out a sharp moan, reaching back to hold both of her cheeks open. Her feet slipped a little along the shower floor, making a loud squeak sound but Erik had her legs now, using his mouth and strong jaw to ear her slit. She tried to look back at it but her body was so weak. Now, he wrapped his entire mouth over her pussy, moving around and around, pulling and sucking and slurping on her. She was a heavy squirter so Erik was definitely covered in it for sure. Now, he was moving his tongue on her clit, Y/N’s moans and pleads growing louder and louder over her music.

“You got a phat wet puss, Y/N.” He was French kissing her clit now, “You just letting me eat this pussy. You gonna let me eat it until Draya get here? I’ll let you sit on my face and cum in my mouth. Use my mouth, baby girl.”

“Fffuuuk. You are...so nasty.” She was cumming, unable to control herself as she definitely used Erik’s mouth.

“Mmm, THATS IT. Use me, Bitch.”

Now, Erik was to his feet again, hand around his dick, pre cum oozing our in a long string down to the floor. He opened his slit, showing Y/N the rest of his pre cum before taking his thumb to smooth it all around. If it looked that tasty she could only imagine how his cum tasted.

“It’s so damn big.” Y/N says with disbelief.

“Say that shit when I’m in there deep.”

Erik rubbed his dick up and down her pussy, covering his dick with as much of her wetness as he could. He knew he needed to work her up to it. But he was also ready to bury himself in her velvety walls because she was damn tight.

“I just wanna beat your shit up, ma. You gonna let me beat it up real good, even if it’s too much? Once I’m in there that’s it I ain’t gonna wanna come out.”

That made her heart flutter. He was really making this moment even better. At this point, she didn’t care if Draya came back home. As long as Erik’s long thick dick was in her, she didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

“Fuck me, please?” She asked with desperation.

“You asked so nice and sweet I gotta do it for you, pretty girl.”

Erik finally let his dick rest at her entrance. He pushed forward, his head slipping inside first, that alone splitting her open. Then, his shaft squeezed in too, trying to make room for all ten inches of him. It was going and going and Y/N didn’t think it would ever end. It hurt so good though. She gasps when he was fully in, his balls smacking her clit.

“Please fuck me,” she begged. Y/N was holding onto the railing in the shower now. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip of his dick, before sinking back inside. He did this over and over until Y/N was dripping to the shower floor; literally. Now, her pussy was making squelching sounds, his dick sliding in and out like she’d been lubbed down heavy. He picked up the pace, watching her face to make sure she reacted to what she was feeling, sure enough, Erik had her making so much noise. She was talking nonsense and gibberish.

“You’re a slut for letting me fuck this tight pussy. Got this pussy so wet, fuck, keep wetting my dick up!”

“Erik! You got my pussy dripping!” Her eyes closed, face smashed against the shower wall. He was really giving her heavy back shots in that shower. Had her ass bent over and taking his dick. Erik couldn’t hold back how much he was loving it. She was so damn tight and super soaker wet.

“Make me cum, please? Make my pussy cum all over you, please, please, please! Ahhhhhmmmfuckkkkk!!!” She gave him a silent scream before cumming on his dick.

“SHIT! Take it, slut, take it, take it-fuck!!”

Erik pulled out, cumming on her ass and pussy lips. He was shooting out ropes of cum, the most he’d cum in a minute. And it happened before he wanted it to. His impressive cum load made Y/N smile, her fingers reaching behind her to grab some of it, tasting the sweet cum. He must eat a lot of pineapples....

——

“Damn, in the shower?” Draya had low lustful eyes at that damn story. Y/N was even turned on. She didn’t even give all the details for that first time. He made her sit on his face and he fucked her again from the back on her desk chair with her ass poked out. He was fucking her in a circle since it swiveled, her window all open and she was sure people could see and hear.

“What about the second time?” Draya was full on in story time mode. Y/N looked over towards Erik and noticed that him and his boys were still in party mode, dancing and rapping to the music.

“You better not go home rubbing your pussy to this, Draya!”

“Shit, I just might,” she laughed into her cup.

Y/N scoots closer towards her, curling a single finger for her to come here. When Draya did, Y/N laid it on her....

——

Erik came back over another day when Draya was out. He specifically made sure of that because he didn’t need his home girl knowing that he was fucking her “little sis”. He grabbed the spare key from over the top of the door, opening it, satisfied to hear Y/N moving around in the kitchen. The minute he walked inside, he was blessed with the sight of Y/N wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked painted on, a pink bra, and that cute curly TWA out. Her skin was so damn smooth and chocolate. It reminded him of maple syrup. She tasted like syrup too.

“Hey, beautiful.”

She was startled, turning towards him with a jiggle of her ass.

“Erik?!” He could see a shiver run up her spine.

“You cooking something,” He tried to see what she was up to.

“Just, mushroom Alfredo.”

He was hungry too. He could get some good pussy and some food. That was a plus.

“You gonna feed a nigga? I’m gonna be here for a while if you know what I mean,” he gave her a big dimpled grin.

“No, I don’t know what you mean.” She tried to play it off.

“You do,” Erik walked up on her short frame, making her turn towards him.

“You’re brain working now?” He was bending lower to bring his face close to hers. She looked from his nose to his lips, licking her own.

“E,”

“Shhh,” he pressed his finger against her mouth before rubbing her lips, “I know your still hungry for me, shit, I know I want you that’s for damn sure. And I came here to get it. You’re gonna give me that pussy, Y/N.”

“Fuck,” she gave him a defeated look that only made him happy. He kissed her neck, dragging his hands down her back and under her ass, lifting her up and to her bedroom. Erik was so damn generous when he fucked. He was really into kissing and he was really good at that shit. He had Y/N sopping wet with his tongue and lips on hers alone. Finally, in her room, Erik places her on the bed, Y/N getting on her knees in front of him to undress him fully. She had her lips parted, eyes on her every move with each piece of clothing that fell. Now, he was standing before her fully naked again. She ran her hands up and down his body, memorizing every muscle, scar, hair, and birth mark. She especially liked the birthmark he had on his abdomen. She licked it, causing Erik to hiss.

“Grab my balls and squeeze it with those soft ass hands,” he demanded. Y/N did what she was told, squeezing his hairless nut sack. His eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to caress her shoulders.

“You have such a pretty dick, Erik,” she was nibbling on her lip.

“Oh yeah? What you love about this dick?”

“It’s so long and thick, Daddy. Such a fat head and a fat sack. It’s so much dick daddy I don’t know if my mouth could take it all but I’ll try, Daddy.”

“You nasty bitch, let me take this shit off you.”

Erik hovers over her short body, unclamping her bra and lowering her panties. She left a big ass wet spot in her underwear. He was sucking her nipples now, flicking them with his tongue too. Now, he was placing soft kisses on her belly while his hands flicked her hard nipples, enjoying her soft moans. She was driving him crazy.

“You got me ready to eat this pussy again. Look at you,” He was between her legs, his lips kissing her pussy softly.

“You’re so delicate with a nice tight pussy I gotta give you soft wet kisses.”

“Fuck, you got me so wet,” she spread her thighs, sitting up on her elbows.

“Let me hear it,” Erik whispers.

She takes her fingers, sucks on them, then puts them in her pussy. She wiggles her fingers around in there while giving him an erotic look. Erik could hear it alright. It was so damn loud in that quiet room.

“How does it sound? You hear it?” She was all in her pussy. Three fingers deep.

“Oh, I hear that pussy. Got my mouth watering.”

“Eat me, please?” She brought her fingers to her clit to rub.

“You are a nasty little slut. Playing in this tight pussy and begging me to eat it and fuck it. You must want me to have you dick whipped and begging for all this dick and cum, huh?”

“I want you to cum in me.” She opens her pussy lips, “I wanna have your baby, please?”

“What the fuck,” Erik closed his eyes, his dick harder than it already was, “You want me to make that belly full of my cum? You nasty bitch.”

“Cum right in here,” She opened up wider, bringing her legs up to show him where she would love it, “Right in this tight wet hole.”

“FUCKKK-shit don’t make no sense how nasty you are. Draya know you’re this kinky? Goddam.” The tightening in his balls was too much and it let him know that her nasty talk was about to make him cum alone. Erik smacks her hands away from her pussy, replacing it with his mouth. He munched on her slit like he was a starving man; like pussy was the last meal on earth. She was weak beneath him. Her eye brows were scrunched, lip between her teeth, moans loud.

“Make me cum, make me cum,” she shutters, “make me cum, make me cum...”

She was blown away, hands in his hair, pussy driving into his mouth, sweet pussy juices flowing. He nibbled on her pussy until she was clean and ready for dick.

“I’m cumming in you.” Erik knew she was straight, he’d cum in her pussy deep.

She was overwhelmed with lust. He could cum all he wanted in her she was protected. She’d never told a guy that at all until Erik fucked her. Shit was bizarre but she liked it. Erik on the other hand was used to bitches telling him that, his dick was that good that they wanted him to risk it all. This would be his first time risking anything but Y/N was so damn addictive. Kinky and freaky.

“Oh, fuck, that fat dick!”

He was digging in her sweet pussy. She had her legs over his shoulders, Erik pounding away inside of her. She was good around his dick.

“Damn, girl, I’m loving this pussy!” This was only fuck number two.

“I love your fat dick! It’s so fat and long and oooooooooh it’s so deep in me! fuck me until you buss, daddy. Buss in me.”

Erik places his fingers in her mouth, his eyes watching the way he fucked her. Her cream was making a big ass mess in the sheets. She twirled her nipples for him, pulling them and making them bounce too.

“You want me to shoot this cum all inside of you? Huh? You nasty bitch. You want me to cover this whole pussy with all of my nut? Huh?”

“Oh, Daddy, yes!!” She could feel Erik folding her body some more. He was over her even more using the strength of his hips to stroke in her pussy. Looking from behind a lucky person would have the nastiest view of Y/N’s pussy being drilled.

“You fuck my pussy so damn good, yeah,” Y/N was in shambles.

“Ima FUCK this pussy good whenever I please.”

The thought of Erik fucking her whenever and however had her cumming on his dick again.

“Oh shit-oh FUCKKK, you...got me...cumming.” Erik was lost in the moment, his eyes never leaving hers, that helpless look from being dicked down on her face.

“You the baddest bitch on the planet!” Erik told her between intense strokes.

“OhmyGoddd! Your cumming! I can feel that dick pumping! Oh, Daddy, it’s filling me up! Yes!”

Erik was indeed cumming inside of her. She milked him dry with her tight walls.

“More, I want more,” she begged.

“You draining me,” Erik was fucking defeated. She milked him dry with her pussy. She had the type of pussy to wife her up. Y/N was the truth.

“Let me suck your pretty dick.”

Erik slips out of her, watching Y/N arch on the bed with her phat ass in the air, making her cheeks bounce on purpose with all his meat in her mouth. She had those cheeks all sunken in, her eyes blinking up at him innocently. He was gonna cum again.

“You pretty little slut. I just wanna cum on your face.”

“Cum on my face,” she encouraged.

“And then what? You gonna lick it all off yourself?” Erik could feel his balls retract, his nut right around the corner.

“I’m your little cum slut.”

“FUCK Y/N!!!”

He shot his load all over her face. She caught some in her mouth but damn, Erik gave her a face paint. The sight alone had him jerking his dick to get more cum to spurt all over her.

“Shit, I hope Draya dont come home no time soon, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Y/N was more than ready.....

——

“WOW.” Draya was open mouthed and shocked.

“I know,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before finishing off her new drink.

“If Erik Don’t make you his girlfriend, something is wrong.”

She could only hope he wanted that. Y/N moved her eyes back over to him, he was staring straight at her. Those eyes said it all. He wanted her right now just the same. Y/N licks her lips at him, making him bit down on his lip. There was no need in being discreet, she wasn’t ashamed to be fucking that man too.

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