#than the rest of these wack ass playoffs

[litwhorees]

well now I have to root for the Celtics in the finals 😐

I base which team I root for based on how likable their players are and the Celtics have Tatum (and Deuce) … the warrior are very likable but as a cavs fan I simply cannot root for them *sigh*

[raindropsbarzy]

hooked with u  - tyler seguin  pt.1

summary: two friends being eachothers fuck buddies and at the end, of them wants more than that

word count: 2083

warning: alcohol, weed (lol), vulgar language, mentions of sex

a/n: just a heads up, on this piece i’m writing for non white girls. specifically brown girls. and i might start doing it with my other writings too. i was inspired by numbers of gorgeous woc in my instagram lol so i thought, why not? okay, enjoy!

playlist to add the sexual tension

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Tyler is throwing a party at his place tonight after his team encouraged him to do it before the playoffs next week. And him, being the party animal that he is couldn’t resist that. So he took care of everything a few hours before the party, invited a few friends and now here they are.

He’s now leaning against the fridge and watching you from across the room with a small smile attached to his face. Not paying any attention to what his friends are saying at the moment.

You’re talking with a few of the team's girlfriends, looking as pretty as ever. Dressed in a simple black tight-fitting calf-length dress with a slit on the right that stops on your mid-thigh. Giving him a great view of your soft leg. Trade your usual air force 1 sneakers for a pair of silver heels and let your long dark hair fall back instead of putting it into a bun or a ponytail like you always do. His eyes trail up and down your body over and over, even stopping to stare at your full breasts longingly because honestly, that dress is doing a great job at complimenting your chest.

His heart swells when he sees you with his signature ‘TS’ snapback on your head. He does notice that you may have taken an interest in that specific material and loves to steal it but he doesn’t care. if others did it, he’d probably have a problem with it (even if it’s his sister) but he let it slide cause it’s you.

“You have been staring at her for God knows how long and it’s getting pretty disgusting so stop eye-fucking Y/N and talk to us.” Jamie interrupts Tyler’s daydream about you, making the others laugh in agreement,

Tyler shakes his head but a soft smile remains on his face, bringing the cold beer to his lips before taking a few gulps. “Fuck off, Benn.”

“Are you two dating or something? I mean, I’ve been watching the two of you for months now and you two sure are flirty as hell.” Bishop adds, knitting his eyebrows in curiosity,

He can only give him a shrug as his eyes stay fixated on you. Watching you throw your head back with a laugh, making his grin grow wider. “Nothing is going on between us.”

“Yeah yeah sure, not buying that bullshit.” Jamie snickers, nudging Bishop’s stomach with his elbow as if asking him if he agreed. “I mean I don’t blame you, she’s pretty hot. Wouldn’t mind getting a bit closer with her, if you know what i mean”

Tyler’s quick to crane his neck and stare at his friend, a deep frown forming on his forehead. “Don’t get any fucking ideas”

His tone is heavy and aggressive, not to mention possessive. His hand grips tightly around the bottle as the thought of Benn’s wanting to have you is making his blood boil. He may be his best friend, but when it comes to you, he doesn’t play around.

Jamie laughs, clapping his hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, man. Well except the ‘she’s hot’ part because she is.” And Tyler is about to open his mouth to tell him to ‘back off’ but Jamie cuts him off. “But you know i wouldn’t do that, i’m your -- Jesus, stop glaring at me like that man, I’ll back off” Benn chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief at how protective he is of you (even though he isn’t your boyfriend).

“Yeah yeah,” Tyler waves him off, turning his gaze back on you. Winking as he sees you turn around and meet his eyes, seeing you giggle at him. As a response, you form your lips into a pout and give him an air kiss, accompanied by the ‘mwah’ sound just to be playful with him.

He chuckles, waving his hand at you before you turn your attention back to the girls. Leaving him only to stare at you again with a lovey-dovey smile.

“Christ, you’re whipped.” Bishop puffs out a breath, seemingly cannot believe that his friend is that hooked with you. And he doesn’t even know why (because he can’t tell what is going on with the two of you). “You never do this with other girls.”

“Of course i don’t. I don’t know them like i know Y/N.” Tyler defends, looking at his friend before sipping on his beer. “They’re just casual fucks.”

“How about Kate then?”

He groans internally, shooting daggers at Jamie who has his hands up in surrender. “That’s a long time ago, you sure you wanna bring that shit up?”

“All I’m saying is that you didn’t even look at Kate like you did to her,” He says as a matter of factly, pointing at the long-haired woman from across the room. “You’re definitely in love.”

Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head. “No, I'm not. We’re just friends. And yeah maybe i like to stare at her at most times but--”

“All the time” Bishop chimes,

He shoots a glare to his friend’s way before continuing, “But nothing is happening between us. Dude, she’s pretty as fuck. Catches me off guard sometimes and yeah sounds creepy if i said i like to stare at her all-time but can you blame me?” He defends, gesturing to you with his hand. He probably shouldn’t be straight forward and be too honest about giving you compliments right now but he blames it on the beers and couple of shots he took earlier.

The two men snort and laugh, exchanging glances with each other that says ‘are you seeing this?’ look on both of his eyes.

“Okay man, we get your point.”

Tyler relaxes, looking back at you again and he honestly can’t help himself. The way your dress is hugging your body perfectly, especially your backside and deep red lipstick you have on are doing things to him right now.

“Alright, i’ll talk to you guys later. Don’t destroy anything.” He says, putting down the empty beer bottle and starts walking over to your place without waiting to hear his friend's response.

He bites onto his lower lip as he gets closer, your eyes turn to him when you see him coming towards you. Smiling widely when his broad body softly pressing against your side.

“Ladies, mind if i steal this pretty lady for a while?” He asks, looking over at them while cocking his eyebrows.

They all smirk as if knowing what is gonna happen. “Of course, play safe kids.” The blonde-haired one wink at you before dragging the other girls away.

You chuckle softly at her, feeling Tyler’s hand around your waist as he guides you to his granite counter, leaning your back against it.

“Hi, Tyler” You smile at him, taking a couple sips of your alcohol beverage,

“Hello, sweetheart” He grins, keeping a firm grip on your waist as he stares at you intently. “You look so fucking beautiful tonight.”

Giggling, you try to cover your cheek so he can’t see you blush. “Thank you and you don’t look too bad yourself.”

You give him a once over, clad in a plain black tee that shows off a good amount of his tattoo sleeves. This is one of the things you find so sexy about him, he makes them so attractive without coming off wack. You like to trace your fingers across them.

“And I see you got my cap on, a sneaky little thing. I was looking for it this morning” He playfully scolds you,

You giggle again, poking out your tongue. “You know it’s my favorite thing of yours” turning the cap around on your head so it won’t block your vision

He arches a brow, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Really? I thought you said it’s my dick?”

Gasping in surprise, you smack him on the chest, causing him to release a loud laugh. “Don’t ruin the moment, Seguin”

“What moment are you speaking of?”

“Just doing this” You gesture with your finger, setting one of your palms on the table to keep you steady as the other grip on his shoulder “I really like being close with you.”

“I like it too. You’re driving me crazy you know that? Got the boys teasing me and shit because of that.” He murmurs, running his hand tenderly across your soft cheek in which you lean against it. “God, what is it from you that gets me like this, hm?”

Smiling at him, you shrug innocently. “I’m just very very convincing and alluring. That gets the men to keep falling on their knees as soon as I step into the room. Also, black magic. Did you know that I use that on you too?”

He chuckles at your return, obviously joking because he knows you like to add sarcasm to everything you say. That’s one of the reasons he likes you.

“Hmm” He smiles tenderly at you, unaware of the looks he’s getting from Benn and Bishop as they watch the two. “Anyway, why did you straightened your hair tonight? Not that i have any problem with it. But you said to me you’re laying off the heat though.”

“Wanna look extra extra pretty tonight for you. it was exhausted though, considering on how long my hair is” You laugh, finally taking off the cap and putting it on him as you run your hand through your locks. “Do i look pretty?” Batting your lashes at him.

“Stop playing baby, you know i always think you do” he leans a bit forward and peck your forehead. “And sexy as fuck too, Jesus. Why didn’t you wear this dress often around me?” He stares down at your dress.

“Because you prefer me naked around you.” You say in an obvious tone, seeing his eyes close and breathe out a laugh.

“True. You do look sexy when you’re naked though.” He states in a soft voice, his hand goes down to rest it against your plump ass giving it a squeeze. “Especially when i eat you out.”

“Easy tiger” You chuckle but secretly loves it when Tyler gets blunt with you in public. “You can have me later” you promise,

He groans, pouting at you. Resisting to give him a kiss on the lips. “When is later? I’m getting impatient baby.” Tugging you closer so your chest is pressing against his and he sneaks a glance down there. “And your tits are making it even harder for me.”

Throwing your head back, you laugh at his behaviour. “You have a party to host, you know? You’re being irresponsible if you want to leave just so we can fuck.”

“I don’t care, i want you right now. You’re making my dick hard the minute you stepped into the room. Don’t blame me for it.” He reasons, pressing his forehead against yours. “What do you say, baby?”

You tilt your head to the side, smiling up at him as you chew on your lip. Feeling yourself getting wet now that he’s looking at you like that. His eyes moving to your lips for a moment before looking back up. 

“Want to taste your sweet pussy” He whispers hotly against your ear causing you to shiver, “You bouncing on my cock as you scream out my name” he continues, 

You suddenly let out a soft moan, not realizing him smirking against your cheek. “You want that, hm? Get high while we fuck too, maybe?”

Nodding your head as you let out a hum, squeezing tightly on his shoulders as a sign for him to take you upstairs now. “Yes, please, Daddy”

Soon as the name slips out of your mouth. He’s a fucking goner. Body freezes and eyes turn into lust as he slowly retreats to get a good look at you. Your gaze saying that you are pleading at him so desperately for it. 

“Want you to fuck me. I need it, i’m getting wet for you”

His jaw clenches as he looks around, making sure no one is watching. Good thing, the people in here are too busy talking with each other, being drunk and dancing to Biggie’s ‘Big Poppa’. Mostly his friends because they are the ones he needs to look out for.

He looks back at you as your lips turn into a pout

“Mhmm, don’t worry. i’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next morning princess”

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(next is dirty shit yall dont worry)

[essaysbyciara]

Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapters 1 + 2!]

[Prologue]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all the likes, reads and comments on the prologue! As always, if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know. I also realized that I messed up tagging for the prologue, so the link is above. Read that first if you haven’t already because explains the jump in time lol 

Peace and Love! 

Warning: these chapters are somewhat heavy on the smut thoughts lol

CHAPTER ONE

Mahalia knew this day was coming. 

“Even though I know you’re upset, I do need deets. Was it good?” 

Ciara looks up at Mahalia in disgust. Ciara thought she had things under control, satiating her own desires to keep her from asking Trevante to do it for her. But when he caught an attitude after she turned down a midday office phone sex session, she felt she had no choice but to give in. She wanted to have sex with Trevante anyway, she reasoned with herself. She cried when she got back into her apartment that morning. Not because the sex was so good. 

“He’s okay.”

“Just okay?! What?! O-K?!” 

“I mean, he did his thing. Nothing I’d write home about, you know what I mean?”

“So you broke your rule for some mediocre dick? I’m outraged for you.”

Mahalia pulls Ciara’s close to her, caressing her head through her jumbo braids. She could tell that Ciara felt terrible for going all the way with Trevante especially since he didn’t deserve it. At least that’s how Mahalia feels. She was so angry when Ciara told her about how Trevante came through for her after she saw Y’lan at the Proverbs event. She quickly thought of Trevante’s move to be “manipulative trash” and that he couldn’t be trusted. She’d say slick words to Trevante whenever they’d all hang out at Ngosi. She even told Ciara that she rather see her back with Y’lan than deal with Trevante. That’s how much she was over him. 

“If I cared to be there, I think it would have been better.”

“Don’t make excuses for him, please. He’s wack.”

Ciara needs that second of laughter to erupt from within her in this moment. 

“You know just what to say, Sis.”

“Are you okay, Ciara?  Seriously. I know how much this celibacy thing means to you.”

“To be honest, I’m pretty numb right now. I knew it was going to happen. But I thought it’d be different than this. I thought I’d at least get an orgasm out of it.”

“Wait. A. Damn. Minute. Trevante ain’t make you…”

“Nah…”

“You got wine in this house, right?”

Mahalia grabs two wine glasses with urgency. They need to drink this all the way off. 

“I can’t believe I gave him ‘obligation box’, Mahalia. I thought I was done with that mess.”

“You did. But you don’t have to anymore. You’ve been talking about ending things with Trevante for a minute.”

“Yeah, true. Only because…”

Ciara looks down at her phone to see a text from Trevante. 

Can’t wait to get home to you…

Mahalia already knows the deal as Ciara types back… 

Can’t wait to see you, love… 

CHAPTER TWO

Trevante feels relief once Ciara’s name brightens up his phone screen. HIs text feels like such a Hail Mary after what went down last night and he’s glad that it landed. 

Although Trevante was happy that he and Ciara finally took it to the next level, he could tell that something was off about it -- and her. Though he looked forward to the act itself, he mostly couldn’t wait to experience the aftermath of it all; cuddling after the comedown, innocuous conversation as they both reorient themselves, playing with her braids as  her head rests on his chest, waking up to her in his bed with the early sunrise peeking through his blinds and onto her skin.  

All leading up to another round before work, her begging him not to go. Him kissing the forehead of her drained body before leaving off for the gym. Hell, skipping the gym just to spend more time with her before they would have to go their separate ways. Begging her to call out of work. He dreamt of it all. Ciara earned the fullness of Trevante, not playboy Tre. He wanted the complete moment to be with no one else but her. This could be wife, Trevante thought. 

Boy was gone. 

But he received a Ciara with a back turned away from him. Who, as he crept behind her,  didn’t respond to his arm draping around her waist trying to pull her close. And although Ciara looked, smelled and felt like everything he dreamt, he didn’t get to try the most important sense of them all on her. He could tell that she wasn’t present and accounted for, that it almost felt like she wanted for it to be over. Those noises he heard that one night failed to showed up. He just knew all of what happened last night to be off. And he hated it -- and himself. 

He felt like an ass after he caught a slight attitude when Ciara rebuffed his ask for phone sex that previous afternoon. This modus operandi started just weeks after Ciara and Trevante decided to give dating a try. They both couldn’t stand not going home with each other. So one afternoon, in an empty office, Tre started it off and Ciara finished it. And ever since then, when Tre felt the need to get some part of Ciara, he’d give her a call. And she obliged, every time. He’d send her a text after to let her know how amazing she sounded. She would always delete it, racked with immense amounts of guilt. 

Ciara never wanted to go there with Trevante but she feared that he would go deal with his desires with other women -- which despite their new hobby, he did. Gym manager was still a frequent guest at Trevante’s apartment on nights that Ciara worked late or had a late class. He even went over to her place, something Trevante hated to do. He still took girls’ numbers and still received an attachment here and there from Alissa. As much as he thought he could handle Ciara’s stipulations, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do so. So with that loophole of them not being exclusive, Trevante took advantage. If an one-off with gym manager was enough to hold him until Ciara gave sex the green light, it was worth it. Enough to keep Ciara around. He didn’t want to lose who he thought could be the one. 

 As “The One” sits on Trevante’s couch with her laptop perched on top of her thighs, Trevante breaks Ciara’s concentration. 

“You hungry?” Trevante says as he hands over his carton of beef lo mein.

“Huh?” Ciara pulls out her earbuds as the smell of hood Chinese food carries in front of her. “My bad, Tre. You want me to try this?”

“No, I want you to eat. You’ve been staring at your laptop since you’ve been here.”

Ciara smirks as she grabs her dinner from Trevante’s hand. Studious Ciara is such a turn-on for Trevante. He desperately wants a redo of last night. “I could use a break.”

“Word?” Trevante sits next to Ciara on the couch, removing her laptop from her body. Trevante lips meet Ciara’s neck, his left hand trying to find its way inside Ciara’s shorts. Ciara pulls away. 

“Yo, C .... what’s wrong?” Ciara hesitates to talk about last night but she needs to stand her ground. For once. 

“I’m just not in the mood, Tre. This paper is killing me right now. I wasn’t last night, to be honest.”

“Yeah, I could tell. I didn’t make you feel like you had to, right?”

“No, I mean…” Ciara’s dam breaks. “You kinda do everytime you ask me to go there on the phone with you. Like, I can’t always do it.”

Ciara didn’t want to last night until Trevante made his presence felt. Watching baseball games with Ciara became a coping mechanism for Tre, something he picked up after she insisted they’d watch games together when he was thinking about his Dad. When Ciara made an off-joke about Trevante’s favorite team last night, he’d commenced to play fighting with her. She did that on purpose. She wanted to know that Trevante still desired her, that he wasn’t holding her decision to not go there on the phone against her. That turned into kissing which turned into him touching her in ways that only she thought she knew. And at that point, she knew she still had his attention. 

Tre feels guilty. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything with me. We don’t have to go there anymore, you got my word. Scout’s honor.” Trevante throws up the Boy Scouts hand sign and pouts in Ciara’s direction. She playfully tugs on his beard in return. 

“Appreciate you, Tre.” Ciara plugs her headphones back in and burns away on her laptop. Trevante trades looks at her with stares at the playoff baseball game on his television screen. He kisses her forehead before he goes to bed, leaving her in his living room to type until her heart’s content. Later waking up for a glass of water, he finds Ciara curled up on his couch, laptop staring at her sleeping body. He grabs a blanket to shield her from his apartment  frigid air conditioning unit. He doesn’t coaxed her into sleeping in his bed. That she-belongs-inside-my-apartment thing rears its beautiful head. 

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