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[tallulahneale]

Dear Diary: Part 2

A/N: Requested by @chanelbarbbb and @yamst3rdamctrl

Warnings: Smut 18+

Part 1

The raw energy and self-control emitted by the twins was unmatched. She needed to do what she came to do and leave. Tallie turns away quickly, reeling from the pressure of Stack’s tongue deep in there waterfall and teasing from Smoke. The air around her was dense and sticky just like her inner thighs. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she washes her hands preparing to bake their tarts. 

Returning to a focus state is so hard.

Emptying her mind seems merely impossible as the question rings loudly in her ears. ‘Do you want a burn in your oven?, she shivers with euphoria while folding the dough for maple pecan pastries. A deep laugh from Stake and slight chuckle from Smoke, distracts her once more. The tempting fantasies of what could happened present in her mind, a myriad of positions, angles and manoeuvres. She ignores them while rolling out the puff pastry, preheating the oven to 350 degrees.

Humming and tidying up as she goes, Tallie feels two pairs of eyes on her form, she deflects turning to wipe down the countertop. The lyrics of song playing in the background agree with her inner thoughts and wants.

“You know I'm saucy and it's always wet, a bitch never ever had to use lip gloss on it”, swinging her hips to the tune she pops the pastries in the over to bake.

Stacks lowers the volume to turn and look at her, “I know you’re saucy, might have to suck you some more… get my bearding growing”. She giggle with a wink at Stack, bending over to check the pastries.

“Tallie” Smoke calls in a firm tone “Come here.”

Tallie looks around for her doppelgänger, Smoke is definitely not talking to her like that. She shrugs and keeps checking the pastries, switch out the tray for a new batch.

“Second time you’ve ignored me Tallie, don’t get yourself put out because of pride.” He shares, waiting for her response.

She rolls her eyes and grumbles, throwing the tea towel down after reducing the heat for the final set. 

“It’s your fault of they burn, Smoke” she sasses. 

Shuffling slowly to where she was beckon, Stack watches her leisurely stroll with an amused look. “You better listen to him, he’s not as nice as me” Stacks tells her as he walks off to grab a piece of the warm tart and turn off the oven.

Her face betrays her as she takes in Smoke’s form. His legs are stretched out in-front of him, thighs wide enough to kneel before him in submission. Hands rested on the velvet blue cushions beside him, an unspoken invitation to suck at them again. The sweet scent of the freshly baked goods acts as an aphrodisiac causing Tallie to clenches as her centre starts to pulse. Smoke scans her from the corner of his eye, taking in her not so subtle shudder and soft gasp. 

Moving closer towards him, she squirms glancing at his hands then to his face. Smoke reads her request and lifts his hand to his thighs, creating space as she takes her seat. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her to say something but Tallie remains verbal silent. He reads her face, eyes are much bolder, quietly telling him what she wants. She mumbles something and gently brings his hand to rest on the fabric of her dress. It’s not enough. She shimmies her dress up to her hips, showing him the wet spot on the drench cotton panties, allowing for direct contact with her skin. Smoke bites his lip and grips the mass of her thighs. Smooth in the shade of Hersheys kisses, he caresses the outer area with the back of his hand. As quick as he starts, he snatches his hand away from her, not wanting to give in till she begged.

“Smoke?” Tallie whines futilely at his withdrawal, his length twitches as the alluring sound of his name on her lips. She notices the growing swell of his slacks clamping her hands on her dress to keep from latching onto him. The pressure and lack of release was too much to handle. She stares in envy at the darken patch formed under his slack from his weeping arouse, wishing it was against her skin instead. She needs to-

“You want to touch it?” Smoke mocks at her lost attention.

Tallie nods frantically, her eyes fighting for focus between his smug gaze and the bulge that calls to her. He grants her access as her slips her fingers across his thighs and up to his navel, unbuttoning his fitted slacks, pulling down the zipper agonisingly slow. Smoke bucks up into the warmth her touch. She lets his thickness out of the restraints, pre cum oozing from the tip and dripping down to her awaiting fingers. She licks her index finger before returning back to his bare length, embrace it with the palm of her hands. Hungrily, Tallie lean closer and closer to the dripping tip, needing a taste from the source, but Smoke refuses.

“Asked you if you wanted to touch it, not suck Sugartits” He warns as he grabs her throat, forcing her to face him. The tears of love and lust in her eyes make him smile as he pushes her flat out on the couch, faced up to keep her neck exposed.

But an interruption is present.

She looks up to find Stack above her; robe off, free from any undergarment, just the thickness of his dick blocking the view of his signature smile. Her mouth waters, drool dripping down the side of her cheek. A mewl escapes from her throat as Smoke tugs her breast from the constraints of her dress, tweaking her sensitive nipple to bring her focus back to him.

“Until you learn to divide your attention equally, you’re not getting anything” He adds in a nonchalant tone, Tallie knows better than to disregard him again. So she apologises the best and only way she knows how.

Staring into his darken heated gaze, she raises her hips to slip off the drench panties, holding her thighs back to expose her pussy. Out in the open. Her folds are glistening, the trimmed hair laid flat and soaked. Her clit swollen and pulsing at him, throbbing at his scrutiny. She pins her legs under her head ensuring nothing obstructs his view.

His eyes are stuck on her core as it leaks essence with each throb and pulse of her tiny needy nub. Smokes demeanour is breaking, having her laid out before him like a prize.

“Fuck” He whispers as he peers at her teary eyes.

She is waiting for him to do something. Anything. Everything. 

All the while, Stack remains speechless at her manoeuvre, his dick bouncing and dripping precumon the tip of her nose watching it slide down to her upper lip. Eagerly, her little pink tongue darts out licks it away, eyeing it again before returning to Sm.

He breaks.

Rubbing his fingers across her folds, she shivers and glances as the manly fingers outlining her juicy fruit. His eyes meet hers again as he leans forward, knocking his dripping head up at her clit, sliding it down her core and back to her desperate nub. Tallie tries to grind up into him tired of the teasing, but fails. She whimpers, her speech no longer coherent.

Reaching to grab his length and slide it in, Stack instantly catches her arms and clasps them together with one hand. She seeing this position as a positive, his length is closer than before. The thick vein running under his shaft is rested against her lips. With a gentle kiss, she places little licks along him before he pulls back.

Smoke leans into her folded form, gliding along her wetness still holding back.

“Please!” Tallie screams, panting like a bitch in heat, her pussy leaking, tongue out and throat dry

“You’ve got to invite me in first” Smoke tells her, tapping his tip on her folds, knocking like a vampire at the front door.

“FUCK ME NOW!” She wails, Smoke grins and pushes past her folds into her warm, slippery wet hollow with a grunt and sigh of relief. Her walls grips at his length, keeping him trapped and secure as he builds a rhythm within her sweetness.

Her eyes lift up to peek at Stack, his eyes remain lost at the pointed peak of her chest, mesmerised with every breathe she inhales and exhales. Sucking along the shaft of his length she mewls, Smoke is hitting her sweet spot. She might not last long.

“Stack baby… I want…” She moans, the pleasure from below has her mind foggy and misplaced.

“You want this?” Stack asks from above, his shaft stroking across her lips. She nods as best as she could, eyes bright with desire and want. He clicks his tongue in thought, taking a step back to observe in her form.

“Nah you’re not ready for this” He says, gripping his length in his palm. Massaging from tip to balls leaking onto the cushion just out of her reach. She snarls at him which Smoke admonished with swats on her rounded cheeks. He pushes into further into her waterfall, her back arching as he hits the sweet spot giving her a better view of Stack’s activities. 

“You good?” Smoke checks in with a smirk.

“Maybe preacher boy would rather-“ 

Stack bends her head back and with glee, Tallie opens her mouth for him, as he slowly slides down her throat keeping the sentence stuck in her throat like his long girthy thickness.

Tallie clenches as her eyes roll back, she gushes wetness all across Smoke, her thighs are sticky, his chest is drenched with her essence.

“Whose eyes are rolling back now?” Smoke asks with a grin, keeping his rhythm as he and his twin  feed on her desire. Stack slides deeper into her mouth holding it there, moaning at the tremble of her moans against his tip.

“It’s coming Tallie” Smoke alerts her.

“Bout to be full at both ends” Stack echos as his clench his fists on the cushion underneath her head.

All is heard are the grunts and moans of two grown men as Tallie blacksout from pleasure.

——

The scent of cedar-wood and new leather tingles her nose as she wakes up on a fluffy comforter. She squirms at the gentle licks on her slick lips and caress on her ample chest down to her tight hard nipples. A sharp breath escapes her throat, revealing her consciousness to the twins. Stack leaves a final smooch on her breast as he moves to peck her lips with a sweet smile.

“What was that about preacher boy?” He challenges, nipping along the nape of her neck.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Smoke adds as he spoons her, lifting her hair to suck along her collarbone, leaving wet spots and drool across her naked skin. She giggles at how it tickles and suddenly remembers what got her into this situation.

“Can I have my diary back now?” She inquires, hoping to disguise her dread. Her slip up about preacher boy was not purposely said but in the pleasure foggy of her lust, it seemed to emerge.

And her diary knew the truth… she has thoughts of him too.

Smoke is diligent in noticing the change of her breathing, he looks at Stack and they share a telepathic thought.

“What’s going on?” She asks, sounding unbothered but fails to fool either of them. Stack pinches the  warm orbs of skin that lay perky on her chest as Stack steps out of the room. He walks back with her diary in his hands, flipping through from the beginning. He eyebrows raise in shock and approval. 

“Wait- Don’t read-” Tallie tries to distract him, but the secret is out.

Smoke holds her flush against his chest, grinding his hips into her trembling cheeks as she raise her hips for him. Slipping past the cleft, he glides across her puffy lips. The telltale signs of her desire are no secret this him.

“You want him too huh?” Stack smirks deviously, reading snippets of her diary entry.

“So fucking greedy” Smoke groans as he slide inside her warmth again, she purrs in delight. She reaches for Stack, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“I’ll stay awake this time” she says obediently, submitting to bliss of round two. 

—The end—

A/N: Thank you for all the love for Part 1!!!! Y’all are amazing

[tallulahneale]

Dear Diary

Summary: Smoke and Stack read your diary to find out you’ve been crushing on Stack more than him.

A/N: This was the dynamic I picked up on; Smoke is mean-ish and headstrong while Stack is playful and easy going. 

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Sexual content

Part 2

Looking through her online calendar, Tallie proceeds to make a note of the catering orders for the week ahead.

“Journal time!” She beams, reaching to the shelf for the notebook that keeps her thoughts, experiences and feelings a secret. But to no avail. She searched everywhere for it!

“For a pink fluffy hardcover, it should not be that hard to spot.” She mutters pacing around her room.

Meanwhile…

Smoke is running through the Club Juke ledger, while Stack creates the monthly ad for their social media pages.

“Since when do you keep a notebook?” Smoke asks his twin, pointing at the pink feathered jotter in the midst of their bookstand.

“Do I look like I even like writing?” he replies with a guffaws, lounging on velvet wood settee. With mild curiosity, Smoke wedges the jotter from it's place. The feathers on the spine tickle him as he glides a finger down the hardcover, opening the unknown jotter.

‘Dear diary, Today was a blast at Club Juke! They loved the food and it was great meeting the rest of the team-

“Cute.” a twitch forming at the corner of his lips, remembering the look of joy in Tallie’s eyes. He keeps reading with intrigue.

St and Sm kept me entertained again while doing their meal prep, and boyyyy was I grateful for the distraction. Sm was intimidating (as per usual) so it didn't bother me when he left. St stayed with me tho❤️  I love like when St's around. The playful glint of his eyes and wide stance when he lurks in the hall makes my thigh clench. and his eyes. his muthafreakin eyes! They just draw me in. I’d loveee to see 'em eyes roll back when/if I ride his fac-’

“Woah, that’s enough” Smoke mutters to himself

“You’ll never believe what’s been written on these pages” He shares, passing the jotter over to Stack with the leather tassel bookmark wedged open on the page in question.

Stack collects the jotter with a suspicious glance, taking in the feminine attributes of the dainty pages. He flips it closed to check for a name but there is none, he returns to the indicated page. As he reads, his eyebrows raise, he swallows spit causing his adam apple to bobble, before smirking.

“I think Tallie should swing by… we do need a meal prep soon” He grins, Smoke nods and drafts a note to send.

Back at Tallie’s…

A shiver shocks her bones, a superstition that a conversation is being had on her behalf. The diary is yet to be found and that makes her worry even more. In the wrong hands, it could spoil her good girl reputation. A ding is heard from the laptop resting on her desk; an email notification.

Meal prep requests from Smoke&Stack Twins. (Accept/Decline)

She smiles with relief while accepting the order, it’s always breeze cooking for them. Tallie shoots a quick reply to confirm the time and date.

———

With no luck, her diary remains lost and the appointment with the twins was here. She wanted to write a quick piece before seeing them, it would help keep her feelings at bay.

“I’ll be fine” She assures herself greeting the staff at the concierge and walking up to their floor. Tallie knocks on the door in a cheerfully way while waiting for someone to let her in.

Silence.

“They know I’m comin', right?” She says waiting patiently.

With another knock, a buzz of the bell and no response she lets herself in. The hallway is eerily quiet so she turns on the lights that lead to the kitchen. All the ingredients are already laid out on the prep corner of the kitchen counter. Butter, eggs, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, cinnamon, pecans; seems like the twins are craving pastries this week. Tallie hears a baritone mumble and quickly glances around the open plan room. Lo and behold Smoke has been lounging on the couch, the whole damn time. 

“Didn’t you hear the bell?!” She snaps at Smoke, he is the only one present. Her tone is sharp, yes, but not writing in the diary has left her on edge. Especially today... the hidden thoughts were running wild.

Choosing the perfect time to emerge, Stack walks in through the hallway in a regal terry cotton robe. She peers up at his face and eyes him to his feet. His hair is damp with the robe hung loosely around his torso. The belt not fully tied. She glances back up, his eyes already catching her lustful stare. Flustered, she looks down and then back to Smoke, who remains on the couch.

“Is she taking that tone with you or me?” Smoke asks turning to his twin with a mischievous smirk, to which Stack smirks back with a shrug.

“I don’t need to be here.” She whisper but not quietly enough. 

“Yeah but you want to be here… don’t you?” The mischief behind his smirk is now exposed as he point to the item in Smoke’s hand. Lifting up his left hand with a sway, you see the features of a very familiar notebook.

“That’s my diary!” She squirms. His back is faced away from her but she knew he is smirking like a cat that caught a canary. The flight or fight response has kicked in. Just as Tallie decides to make an attempt to run and snatch it, Stack strolls over to the kitchen counter shaking his head in warning. She freezes, glancing through her peripheral at Smoke still with her diary held high, the tassel moves…mocking her in an Irish jig. Stack steps closer to hover behind her, reading her bright eyes and steady breaths. The rope frees from its hold and leaves him open, chest bare and clad in fitting undergarments.

She gasps as he turns her flushed against the counter, facing the torment of her lust. His hands rest on the countertop, caging Tallie in. 

“Secret’s out brown sugar” He growls into her ear.

Smoke finally turns to face them, striding to the empty counter stool. He positions himself directly opposite Tallie and Stack, still smirking and flipping through the pages. She attempts to nab it back but is left bent at the waist and pressed on the surface. Stack remains behind her, tracing delicate touches across the small of her back. Keeping his hips still but firm enough for her to feel the warmth of his nether regions.

“Give it back!” She barks, suddenly fuelled by desire and fear.

“You need to watch that tone Tallie” Stack warns from behind her, removing his hand from her back and returning it to the countertop. She whimpers at the loss of his warm and rich touch.

“I knew you didn’t see me like how we both see you” Smoke starts “You sure do express yourself more on a page than in person.”

She response with a glare, keeping a sharp gaze on him and her silly little diary. ‘Don’t falter, don’t falter, don’t falter’ she thinks to herself, but Stack's gentle caress on her arm cause a shiver to crawl up her spine and lashes to flutter in want.

“I don’t know… what your talking abo-”

Stack smirks at her denial as he tugs Tallie upright, fitting into the curve of her back as he latches onto her neck. A loud mewl escapes her lips as he savagely nibbles, licks and sucks at the pulsing jugular.

“St-tack” she stutter intwining their fingers, pulling his hand to her bountiful chest. 

“Whose eyes do you want to see roll back?” Smoke demands, gloating at her demise. “Seems like it’s yours, huh?”

“W-whaa-?” Another moan slips out as Stack attacks her viciously. She always had a feeling that he had a way, with that thick tongue of his. From watching him wrap his joints to it poking out when he counts a stack of bills. Bring her back to the earthy plane, he eases off her neck moving to nibble at curve of her lobe.

“It is mine?” Stack asks, pressing the stiffening bulge of his thickness against the cleft of her rounded plump cheeks. All this while Smoke remains vigilant, stoic and unbothered.

“I-i want… w-want” she stutters, eyes flickering like a light in a horror movie, unable to handle the balance of Smoke’s smouldering gaze and Stack’s desire-filled touch. 

“Talk to us Tallie” Smoke mocks her, still firm in his demeanour.

“I want my diary back!” She cries out in longing and thirst. Being touched but not touched enough left her in a limbo. It felt like punishment. The teasing, the taunting, the edging  just because of her silly little diary. These men are a force to worship; more than just their aura, more than just their fierce gaze, everything.

“Still got tha’ tone on her Stack” Smoke says with a shrug of his hands and shoulders “You got work to do.”

He stands up and pushes the diary open on the last entry, the title ridicules her ‘Stack&Smoke twins’. Stack moves away from her space, she whines, eyes begging him not to let go.

“Relax” Smoke whispers smugly.

Stack crouches down, making his way under the flimsy fabric of her summer dress. Comfortably sat on the pristine marble flooring. With the back of his head resting against the cupboard doors, he looks up at her. The eyes that draw her in, the eyes that burn with so much compassion and power.

She looks down in acknowledgement, trapping his head between her warm supple thighs like a cushion. Smoke whistles. Her attention returns back to him as he winks. 

“I’d love to give you more, but that diary’s in your hands now.” He states, stroking the tent formed by his covered length. Deviously taking in her expression.

Her breath hitches at the gentle swat across her southern breed cheeks.

“And so it begins” She hears Stack mumble beneath her. 

He grips the thighs, holding her in place. The fabric of her panties is transparent, the wetness creating a friction. With the tip of his nose sliding against her covered lips.

His tongue follows the out line of her puffy lips through the fabric. tracing each curve up to her pulsing swollen clit and down to the entrance of her waterfall. He glides along, sucking at the fabric, wanting to taste it all.

“Pll-eease Sttackk” She begs

There’s a tut in the background. Smoke is still root on the chair, captivated at her lust.

“Ask properly” He advises, zoned in on her nipple that tries to escape the fitted blouse.

Stack nips at her inner thigh, swatting her cheeks twice in admonishment. She corrects her fault immediately, knowing what needs to be said.

“P-pl-lease Smo-ke, please Stackkk” She purrs.

With a nod, he pulls her panties to the side and slips in like a thief in the night. Tallie grinds on his thick warm wet tongue, his nose tapping at the clit. Her eyes tear-up and her fingers clenching into a fist, she watches as Smoke beckons her to lean forward. He pulls her bottom lip open, invading he mouth with his thumb. At the same time, Stack swats her again and grips the heated flesh pulling her onto him fully. Not hovering, he wants her whole weight.

The gaze from Smoke was intense, the simultaneous pressure from Stack causes her to buck on him with passion. Tallie sucks hard on his thumb, spit wetting his finger and down into his palm. He snatches his thumb back while maintain the leering look of lust she held in her soul. He moves beneath his hand under his slacks and toys with the tip of his throbbing head, the wetness of her mouth on his thumb giving him enough friction. She mewls in delight as his paces quickens.

Stack isn’t letting up either, her slit is plunged with his fingers and her sensitive nub caressed by his tongue not yet giving her what she wanted. What she truly needed.

He keeps a steady paces dancing around her clit as the wetness pool on his tongue like warm honey, down his goatee and across his face. Tallie lets out an whiny plea, asking for nothing but moaning feverishly. 

"She's close" Smoke mutters.

Swats her again in warning, stack reaches the sweet spot and thrashes his tongue. Deperatse for her desire, her juice, her warm honey. Tallie let's go with a screech. She spasms on his tongue riding until her knees buckle, her eyes are back on Smoke wanting to he him finish with her. But he keeps his length hidden from her view stroking it enough to release some tension.

Tallie can feel it. Stack can feel it. Smoke can feel it. It was in the air, the moment, she felt the gravity in the room suddenly drop, then a burst of warmth as he floods Stack with the essence of her womanhood. The twins groans in admiration. Smoke lets go of his length, still tight and hard. Stack just as burdened but makes no more to relieve his discomfort.

It was all about her, these twins were selfless to the core. Smoke walks away snatching the diary from where is fell.

“You off all people should kno’” Stack starts as he stands up, placing a kiss along her chin and down her throat “Closed mouth don’t get fed.”

Tallie still in shock at the energy of the twins, blurts the first though that comes to mind.

“Do I still have to bake?”

“Do you want a bun in your oven?” The twins reply simultaneously. 

She watches as they glance over their shoulder to peer at her, mischief written all over their faces.

PART 2

A/N: Watch the movie if you haven’t already!!!! (p.s did y'all notice the play on words with her waiting to be 'let in'?)

[tallulahneale]

Title: You play too much

Pairing: Vince staples x fem!reader

Summary: Home girl who loves to get ate but doesn’t suckie suckie and wants to prove Vince wrong.

Word count: 1k

a/n: Where are all the Vince Staples lovers at?!?!

Tagline: “I’m not selfish”

Friday night and all the guys on your roster had served their purpose. Eating you out. You enjoyed it more than any other intimate act. So with nothing to do, you hit up your homeboy Vince. You and Vince go back since kindergarten, kinda drifted apart during high school but y’all reconnected during college.

You check the time, 5:18pm. “It’s not that late and chick-fil-a has drive-in perfect!” You thought to yourself. You reach for your phone to call Vince, he’s a homebody so you know he’ll be down to kick it with you.

*Ring ring*

“Hello?” Vince answers.

“Can you pick up some chick-fil-a pleaseeee? I’m peckish and bored.”

“Hello to you too nigga. Get you some manners”

You pause. You know he’s serious and you don’t like that.

“…”, ignoring what he said.

“… y/n, I know you can hear me” he continues, sounding unbothered.

“I want ice tea this time please. Ohh and the new honey pepper sandwiches! Thank youuu”

“Why you always like this bruh? FYI, you need some salad in your diet…”

“Hey! Be Nice!”

“Says the person that can’t even say hello.”

This nigga always doing the most, you thought to yourself.

“You’re coming over anyway so I’ll say hello when you get here. Killing two birds with one stone.” You replied smartly.

“Whatever cuh, I’ll be at yours around 6.”

“Okay; thank youuuu! Byeeee!”

“See you so-“

*Click*

You cleaned up around the flat and went to freshen up. Changing into your nightgown, the one that kept granny pregnant and all her bills paid! It’s extra comfy and you didn’t want to tease Vince. Recently, he’s been calling you out on a lot of your bs and you didn’t want to hear it today. Plus you knew you weren’t going out, once Vince came you’ll probably watch movies till you fall asleep.

The buzzer rings and you press the intercom, already knowing it’s Vince. You look at your outfit one more time to make sure you look presentable.

*Knock knock*

You open the door and see the bag of food on your welcome mat.

“I know damn well he didn’t just drop my food on the mat like I’m a raccoon.”

Vince jumps out the corner, startling you.

“Vince! Don’t do that! You know how I be spazzing out!” You give him a hug, “How have you been?”

Vince picks up the bags and follows you in.

“I’ve been good you know. Just getting ready for the Black in America Tour and the new season of the show, you know the usual.”

“I hear that! I’m hella excited for all of it, you really deserve all and more!”, you beam.

“I really appreciate that and you too cuh. You the homie for real.” He said giving you a hug before settling down on the couch.

“You’re welcome. You can pick what to watch, I’ve just been watching re-runs and I’m bored of them too.”

“Alright, but don’t complain when I pick one of my favourite 80s show.”

You grab a plate and a tray for the food. Just as you set it on the table, you hear your phone ringing. You check to see Peter Peter pumpkin eater calling. Vince sees it too and shakes his head. “Here we go again”, you thought to yourself.

“Why are you shaking your head like that?” You ask, knowing he’s about to say the truth that you’ve been avoiding.

Vince stares straight at you with an unimpressed expression “Why you save his name like that?” He says.

“You know why V, don’t make me say it.”

Sometimes you feel shy talking about intimate things with him, maybe because you know he’s cute but he’s your homeboy and you want to respect that boundary.

“First of all, that’s weird because the story is about a husband whose wife cheats and doesn’t know how to keep her. Secondly, I’ve seen Marcus the muncher, Louis the licker and Simon the sucker all call you before. Y/N you are creative af but you’re still wrong for all that.”

“You bet not be judging me like you don’t have a list of girl names saved worse and anyway, why you be looking at my phone. Mind your business sometimes” you say, feeling heated and a bit embarrassed.

“I know you’re still doing the “get licked and get kicked” out. Selfish ass.”

“I’m not selfish!” You exclaim.

“…”

“… I’m not! Quit tryna get me to feel guilty. You know what, I’mma prove you wrong. Tired of you being all high and mighty.”

You go to sit down on the couch right beside him, staring shyly into his eyes. He looks back at you with an intense smouldering expression. You’re not sure what he’s thinking so you ignore it. You gently run your fingertips across his bare arms, tracing his veins which draw your attention more than usual. You wink at him again before looking away. You bend over, arching your back closer to his zip, slowly pulling down, you realise that his little big friend is awake. Just as you’re about to pull it out, you look up and whisper to him…

“I told you I’m not selfish.”

You smirk and sip your ice tea.

——The End——

[tallulahneale]

Soon to Come...

Dear Diary

“I don’t kno-”

Stack smirks at her utterance as he tugs Tallie upright, fitting into the curve of her back to latch onto her neck. Nibbling, licking and sucking at the pulsing jugular.

“St-tack” She stutters intwining their fingers as his hand rests on the counter. 

“Whose eyes are rolling back now?” Smoke asks with a grin, watching and reading her desire.

PS. Just watched the movie! Soon come ^

[tallulahneale]

Title: Intimate Friends

Pairing: Vince staples x fem!reader (Lula)

Summary: Lula and Vince get high, a heavy topic comes up that leads them being closer than close. (Shoutout to @bendoverboo for the inspo)

NB: I made some changes; Vince has asthma so he doesn’t smoke.

Warnings: Sexual content, 18+

Word count: 3k

Part 2

Part 1 Working from home was the best decision Lula made today, it’s Friday! Washday was done last week, fridge fully stocked and brownies are in the oven baking. She had not seen Vince since he moved out of his condo in Long beach to a place in Anahiem Hills. His IG was so lowkey that he didn't even post a room tour, but from their facetime calls the house looked huge!

She was going to be the best houseguest ever, with a cute little aloe plant and a tray of brownies. Reminiscing, she felt a little nervous as her last experience with edibles left her flustered and throbbing for 7 hours straight. I will pace myself this time, she thinks to herself. 

Wearing her purple mitts, she carefully removes the hot baking tray from the oven and places it on the counter to cool down while she gets dressed.

She hops in the shower, using her dove vanilla body wash and tahitian bean body scrub. The scent travels through the bathroom and sits lightly on her skin. Air drying and unwrapping her silk press she moisturises with cocoa bean bodybutter, Who needs underwear? she giggles to herself as she slips into a knitted dress and everyday flats. 

Once dressed she moves back to the kitchen, only to be stopped by her phone ringing.

“New nails, who this?”

“Hilarious” Vince deadpans “Lula Tallulah, you still coming over?”

“Of course! With a surprise too!” She beams.

“Unless it’s a gift card, I don’t want it.”

“Ewww, you still collecting gift cards? Oldie.” she snickers.

“I am a practical man” he says shrugging his shoulders, “Anyway, call me when you get here, don’t want my neighbors getting blind from your uncuteness.”

“Boy you know that’s a bold face lie, I’ll see you in 20!”

She hangs up, packs her LV mini pochette with lipgloss, phone, house keys and heads to the kitchen. The brownie tray is much cooler now allowing her to make square slices and sorting them in plastic containers. After she cleans up, Lula looks around to make sure she has everything. With the aloe plant in hand and the container in a bag she heads out.

She follows the waze map and pulls into his driveway. As she steps out, she looks around in awe at the neighborhood.

“Oooo he got moneyyy!” she giggles, the Quinta Bronson vine runs through her mind.

“Quit playing and come inside” Vince shakes his head standing at the open doorway. She jumps not expecting him to hear her, but laughs even harder as she steps through the door. The house has a distinct warm and homely feel with the signature scent of Vince; honey, sandalwood and a subtle peppermint undertone. 'The scent of a man' she nods to herself. He gives her a mini tour of his house, from the entrance to the garden and his creative workspace.

“Your place is so homely and comfortable Vince. I like it much more than your old apartment”, she adds handing him the gift of a house plant and the container of brownies.

“It’s not a gift card, but I’ll take” He collects them and leads her to the kitchen. 

“Thank you Lula” expressing his gratitude, he hugs Lula and her scent engulfs his senses. “Mhmm, you smell really good.”

Lula looks up at him shyly, as she reluctantly pulls away from the embrace, already missing his body heat somehow. She walks around the kitchen trying to distant herself from the building tension and checks the fridge for a distraction.

“Ooo you got peach iced tea and pure pressed apple juice, my favourite!”

“Yeah you put me on that and I’m forever grateful” Vince admits with a nod “none of that piss-colored GMO slop.”

Just as Lula reaches for the bottle, Vince steps behind her to grab two glasses. She subtly leans back into him as she feels his presence, Vince purposefully leans forward to steal the attention of her scent once more.

“Hey, I’m down here Vince!” she fake shouts, feeling a tingly sensational in her lower tummy and feather-like tickles on her toes. 

“My bad babygirl, you sure you’re 5’8?” He snickers as he glances down at her before moving to grab a plate for the brownies. Lula shivers and follows him to the counter, she brushes her ample chest against his upper arms as she saunters to where he is stood.

“You pressing up on me makes me feel things Vince” Lula whispers as she tip-toes to breathe onto the curve of his ear “Hope you know you got the right one…”

Vince blinks twice as he takes in what she said, watching her leisurely stroll away in the temptingly far-from-innocent dress. ‘Wait, is she wearing panties?’ He thinks to himself staring extra hard with each step taken. 

“Fuck me” he mutters to himself.

“Did you say something?” Lula asks as she sits on the loveseat, flicking through Spotify for a neo-soul playlist.

Vince doesn’t respond and stays composed taking two slices of the brownies and a jug for the apple juice to the centre table. He places the treats down and lounges on the armrest, right beside Lula.

“Since you're being brave today” Vince says, taking a deep breath to enjoy her scent and watch the dilation of her pupils “I said, Fuck. Me.” He stares at Lula with a smouldering gaze as he smirks.

———————

There was a shift in the room, Vince and Lula could feel the thickness of the air as the tension built, raising goosebumps on their skin as the soothing melody of Ari Lennox plays in the background.

No one says a word.

Lula takes a shallow breath in, as she snacks on her brownie slice already feeling the mellow vibe. Vince has an arm spread across the headrest of the couch, his hand just a few inches from caressing her clavicle and the other on his phone mindlessly scrolling. She can feel her centre pulsating with thoughts of the two words he had spoken, her mind runs wild and she clenches her thighs together feeling the telltale signs of wetness. 

‘Is he going to touch me?’ She thinks to herself as she glances at his hand perched on the headrest. Lula watches his fingers play with the fabric, ‘manly hands’ she thinks to herself, quickly looking away.

From the corner of his eyes, Vince catches her watching his subtle movements as she squirms on the couch and plays with the hem of her dress as it rests across her mid thigh. 

“These brownies are really good Lula, you change the recipe or something?” He tries to get her to look at him, hoping she can feel the passion radiating from his fixed gaze.

“Thank you” she says softly as she quickly meets his eyes then looks away “Yeah I used a little less cannabutter this time… maybe that’s why.”

“Yeah, might be it. I’m feeling real good babygirl. Real good.” he repeats nodding at her.

She stays quiet.

“Vinc-”

“Lu-”

She looks up at him as there sharing a comfortable smile and Vince nods for her to speak.

“Go on Lula”

“… I-I want to ask you a question” she stutters nervously.

“If it’s about the wall art, please do not” he jokes, easing her nerves. She relaxes and rolls her eyes,

“Now that you mentioned it, who would pay you to paint.” 

“That was not a question babygirl”

“You’re distracting me” she mutters but continues “I want to ask you about platonic cuddling”

“What do you mean?”

“Imagine holding a stuffed bear, but instead of a bear…”

“It’s a person” he finishes her sentence, wondering where she is going with this.

“Have you ever thought about” she takes a quiet breath in, “… you know… cuddling with a friend?”

He smirks, as he runs the back of his fingers across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Lula trembles as she feels her nipples tighten, leaning into his gentle touch.

“Do you mean cuddling with you?” Vince asks, he has never been the type to beat around the bush. Lula plays with the hem of her dress and whispers a small “Yes”, as she turns to curl her legs up on the couch. This innocent action hikes up her dress even more, enough to keep her pussy covered but the scent of her wet musk melts into the air as she faces him.

“Lula if we were to just cuddle, would you like that?” He asks moving his fingertips over her pulse, tracing lines around the back of her neck. 

“Y-Yeah, you’re cool and we kno-“

“Listen to the question babygirl, just cuddling?” He emphasises as he stops his gentle caress and places his hand back on the headrest “A hug while laying down.”

Lula feels unspoken words catch in her throat and as he moves his hand back to the couch, a soft whimper desperately make its way out. Vince shifts closer to her, not touching or reaching out but making sure she feels his presence. From his scent to his aura to the feel from the cannabutter, she whines.

“You don’t want a platonic cuddle do you?”

“No” she replies softly 

“Do you want me to reach across and caress you?”

“Yes” she nods feverishly 

“Okay then” Vince whispers as he leans closer to her “when you're ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.”

From her position he can see the intersection of her thighs meeting her centre. As he takes a deep breath in, he welcomes the hint of her vanilla scent and the taste of her musk as it drifts up into the air, teasing his senses once more. Lula freezes feeling hot bothered and frustrated,

“Don’t play with me like that, I’m ready to talk Vince”

“You sure?”

“Yes yes I’m sure” she replies hurriedly. Vince has a look of satisfaction in his eyes as he beckons her to continue.

“I want us to cuddle” she pleads “and I want you to touch me more”

“Where baby, you need to talk”, he replies, coaxing her to share her hidden secrets. Lula hesitates before making up her mind. 

“Can I show you instead?” She whispers. Vince feels his dick stiffen at her tone, not knowing what she has in mind but excited to see what she will do.

Lula gently reaches for his hand, as she widens her legs, creating an opening for him. She positions it between her thighs and up to her wetness.

“I want you to touch me here” she says breathlessly, his hand is tucked close to her sweet spot as his fingertips press against her wet slit.

Vince breathes heavily. His mind is racing, his stiffening bulge grows and with what his fingers are feeling, makes him want to suck her dry.

“Why you ain’t wearing any panties babygirl?” Vince leans forward, running his fingers up to her clit and back down to the pool of wetness. Teasingly brushing at her lower lips, he sucks on her neck and grazes her pulse with his teeth.

“Answer me or this ends here and I will leave you soaking wet with nothingness.”

“I don’t know” She moans, basking in the feel of his voice against her ear and fingers soothing her ache. She desperately grinds against his hand, building more friction not wanting it to end.

“You have one chance to answer me, don’t get yourself in trouble” Vince warns, ghosting his thumb across her sensitive nub.

She whimpers at this, his lips sucking at the juncture of her neck as his tongue dampens the skin. Her eyes flutter and squeeze as she indulges in the teasing of his fingers at her dripping centre.

“Please Vince” Lula begs, too shy to confess that she didn’t wear panties because she wanted to see how far she could push him. She could not let him know this, but begin left untouched was far worse. Without warning, Vince pulls his lips away from her neck and she quivers. As he begins to slither his hand from between her thighs, she squeezes them to keep it trapped. 

“Wait!” she whines “I just wondered if anything could happen between us.”

With his hand secured at her centre, he firmly rubs up her slit and pushes past her folds. Dipping into the source of her waterfall, she clenches her teeth and her eyes drifts to his fierce gaze.

“So you come to my house, with no panties” his fingers glide against the tight walls of her pussy “with no bra” he cups her breast while sucking at a the nipple through the fabric “and expect to platonically cuddle?” 

Vince smirks up at her as he sees a look of submission in Lula that is unlike anything. He is intrigued. He lounges back against the armrest of the couch, his fingers teasingly move away from her sweet spot. She whimpers as he stares into her soul sucking them clean.

“Lula”

“Yeah” her voice is barely a whisper.

“This is not how platonic cuddling starts” Vince stated as he gathers the composure to stand up from the couch, turning towards the direction of his room.

“Vince wait-“

“Why you still sitting down? Come with me Tallulah” Vince beckons as he holds out his hand towards her.

“You came here for something, right babygirl?” she nods “Good. I’m going to give you much more.”

On shaken legs like a new born calf, she follows Vince down the hallway to his room.

———-

Next chapter is a home run!

Hope y'all enjoyed part 1 shoutout to @bendoverboo18!

[tallulahneale]

Title: Brown Sugar

Pairing: Vince staples x fem!reader 

Summary: Vince and his bestie go for their monthly grocery shop, with the addition of usual antics.  

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Sexual content

It has been three weeks since Vince came back from his music tour and boy was he tired! Finally back to his humble abode with visits from neighbors, family and close friends. They came to congratulate and express their happiness, for his ongoing representation of the community. But none thought he might need more than words of affirmation. As of right now, he needs groceries. 

“I miss when folks stopped by with gift cards” He mutters as he waves the last guest goodbye, watching them drive off. 

With the preparation of season 2 of his show, his schedule has become much busier and takeouts were no longer feasible. He strolls through the hallway to the kitchen with plans to meal prep, opening empty cupboards and a single jar of grape jelly, the silence mocks him like the chirping of a field cricket.

But guess who loves to shop, is playful and never says no to him? He thinks knowing the perfect person to call.  

“Lula!” He snickers. 

It’s been a full month since she and Vince had gone grocery shopping together so this is perfect timing. Times like this, having a best friend who is the queen of nutrition and meal plans is a big deal. She is his go to shopping buddy, mainly for her keen eye for fresh produce and general laughs. He nods to himself swiping through his phone to the contacts list, the least he could do is check in and ask if she was free. The time reads 1:47 pm as Vince dials her number waiting for her to pick. 

“Finally!” Lula exclaims “I’ve been putting my grocery shop off because of your touring ass.”  

“You really don’t say hello, do you?” Vince grumbles 

“Again with this?” Lula tuts “Hello my love, need to go shopping?” 

“Is that why you think I called?” Vince questions back. 

‘Either she is telepathic or her spiritual readings are super in line with mine’ he thinks to himself.  

“Bestie!” She whines 

“Lula” He mocks 

“So, you are tired of takeouts?” She smirks, munching on oven baked kale chips. 

“And your lazy ass hasn’t been grocery since I left, huh?” He wits back. 

She huffs, a chip falling from between her fingers and onto her lap. 

“I did! The Uber driver was extra helpful” She beams, whispering the last few words already knowing what will come next. 

“Why didn’t you just drive?” Vince asks, shaking his head.  “…” She rolls her eyes, ignoring his question.  “Lula” He starts “You have a car, yes?”  “Yes”  “You have a license, yes?”  “Yes”  “Then answer the question”  “...I like when you drive me around” She looks away, feeling his presence in her room, “Plus you know I don’t like driving, quit sweating me.” 

“So that’s why you like doing your shops with me” He grins. 

“Okay Dr do-gooder, let me hang up-” 

“I dare you” He utters with conviction. 

Knowing Vince, he will cut the call and not call back, But will be nice enough to text and keep the conversation going. ‘Petty ass’ she thinks to herself, he did it once before and that was enough to put Lula in her place. 

“Damn son, I’ll stay on the line” She replies sarcastically.

“Yeah, that’s how I like you. Obedient.” 

Lula rolls her eyes and laughs. 

“Vince… We don’t play that anymore.” 

“...” He keeps quiet as his mind wanders off, slowly flashing back to the time when they- 

“Vincent!” Lula calls out, cutting his train of thought and bringing him back to the present. 

“Yeah yeah, anyway we need to go asap” 

“Yay! When are you coming to pick me up?” 

“Now” 

“Oh lawd! I need to tidy the kitchen, fix my hair, find a cute dress-” 

“Lula, relax we are just going to a store. Like we usually do” He interrupts.  “I mean, it is never just shopping with you… incase your booked and busy self forgot” Lula replies, hinting at the time Vince took her on a merry go round. From grocery shopping to the hardware store and then to his mums for a catchup dinner before finally taking her home.  

“That was once” Vince sighs 

“A really long once” She mumbles

“I’m 7 blocks away so go get dressed but not too cute this time, can’t be mean mugging for you anymore” 

“Boyyyy” She exaggerates “I am always cute especially with the way the girls stay sitting pretty.” 

Lula immediately FaceTimes Vince wearing her Lululemon tank top and her 2-week blowout in a bun. She smirks as he appears on her screen, adorn in his signature blue yankee hat. She gawks at the broadness of his shoulders and the expanse of his chest as he inhales deeply. She rests her phone on the table, angling to show the curve of her cleavage and rounded point of her nipples.    

“See?” She beams while staring at her screen.  

Vince takes a glance at his phone, peering at the suckable smooth skin hidden under her clothing. He tries to do a double take without her knowing and fails miserably. ‘Some things will never changes’ he thinks to himself at her playful antics.  “Put on some clothes, I’m 5 blocks away” He tells her. “No compliments for your babygirl?” Lula tease.

*click* 

Lula laughs to herself turning off her laptop and heads to the closet for an outfit. With the weather being perfect in LA, she opts for a blue dress and sandals. She brushes her hair into a neater bun, applies her Fenty Beauty 450 foundation and grabs her keys just as she hears the phone ring again.   

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” She purrs in a sultry tone. 

“Playful ass” Vince smirks shaking his head “I’m outside.” 

She heads to her front door and waves at him before ending the call. Locking up and opening the gate, Lula saunters over to the parked car. With each step she took her hips swayed and her girls took with her too, Vince can’t help but stare while unlocking the passenger door for her.  

“Hey Mr. Staples” She giggles. 

Vince gives her a quick once-over, taking in her outfit as she slides into her seat. He pulls out of the driveway, as Lula makes light conversation to easy the lingering tension. 

“So I made a list of stuff we both need” she states adding x3 to some of the items. 

“I’m making macadamia nut white chocolate cookies!” Lula announces gleefully  “Ooo Lula is about to show out!”   “You know that’s right” she agrees smiling. 

_________ 

Vince pulls in the parking lot driving closer to the entrance because Lula doesn’t like to be too far from the doors, he parks and switches of the engine. As she steps outs, Vince notices her outfit clinging to the cleft of her rear, with her curves flowing against the sides like silk. He quickly looks up hoping she didn’t catch him staring too hard, lucky her back is still turned away from him so he’s in the clear. 

“I can feel your eyes on me, Vince” Lula giggles as she peeks over her shoulder at him “Aren’t you meant to be mean mugging those men?” 

He looks over to where her hand gestures and of course, there were two men sneaking glances. He walks around taking a close position to where she stood, stepping close while resting a hand on her lower back, facing the nosey looky-loos. To his surprise one turns away while the other stood his ground.

Watching…

Waiting…

Taunting him.  

Vince smirks at the audacity of this random, as he slides his hands from around her lower back, across her tummy and up to her ample protruding chest. Lula yelps as he adds a little pressure to his hold, looking at the man across the lot. The stranger immediately looks away with huff following in the direction of his friend. Vince walks side by side with her, keeping his hand rested on the expose square-cut of her top.  “You can move your hand now.” She nudges.  “Nah, I’ll keep it right where it is” Vince says in a hushed tone, gently patting them “Plus you seem to enjoy it.” 

Lula kisses her teeth, walking away from him muttering curses under her breath.  “You wish!” Lula deflects. “Go get a cart, there’s a lot to do.” 

Lula makes her way to produce section with Vince following closely behind with their shopping cart. She places all the fresh items on the list in the cart, sorting the fruits and the veggies. Her craving for sweet potato pie is at an all-time high. Vince can already see the thought bubble rising above her head; peeling the potatoes for the pie and whisking the batter for dessert. He watches her intensely as she makes her way through the list, slowly filling up the cart with fruits, yams, legumes and a two plants. With a confused expression plastered on his face, he turns to look at her.  “Why the plant?” He inquires “Because it is springtime and that’s the best time for keeping a house plants!” She smiles. 

“Noted. But there’s 2…” 

“Yep! You need more green in your house and I’m not talking about money” Vince chuckles at her silly joke and shrugs in response.  “Unless its a Fiddle Leaf Fig, I don’t want it”  “Well they don’t have that here so I’m getting you this mint shrub, you can use the leaves in your teas” She adds gleefully. Vince reluctantly agreed as he watches her place them at the foot of the cart, away from the fresh produce. The simple action seemed harmless from where he stood, her cleavage was on full display, giving him an eyeful.

“What’s next on the list sugar tits?” Vince points to the paper in her hands.  

“Pastries!” She cheers excitedly, pointing to the section with freshly baked tarts, pies and sweetened bread. Lula is in awe at the variety, her sweet tooth is in overdrive totally oblivious to her surroundings and the calls of her name from Vince. 

“So your name is Lula?” Stranger says “What an alluring name.” 

She abruptly looks to her right at the sound of her name being spoken by an unrecognizable voice. Staring at the customer, wondering who he is, the tall hefty man takes her lack of response as a go ahead to introduce himself. 

“My name is Jamal” He indicates with his hand reached out to lift-up her own, placing a soft lingering kiss at her knuckles. Lula nods back in amusement, while looking at the pastries stored behind the glass windows. 

“I recommend the pecan and maple pastries.” He encourages. “Put them in the air fry for 35 seconds, it will blow your mind Lula.”  Rolling her name off his tongue like a prayer,

“That sounds so yummy, I love nuts in a dessert” Lula teases loudly, making sure both men hear her intended innuendo. The stranger howls at her joke while winking at her. As he reaches over to point at more nut filled pastries, his bicep rubs across the peak of her chest and a wanton breath escape from Lula, she quickly looks to the pastries for help. 

Vince who stood watching the whole display, had finally enough. He makes his way towards them stepping closer to Lula with disapproval written on his face. Her eyes meet his in a gentle plea not to act a fool at this very moment. He cocks up an eyebrow in a questioned expression to which she doesn’t seem to register. She looks away from him, back to Jamal then back to the pies. 

“Unbelievable.” Vince comments, ignoring her plea and disregards the stranger. He places him arm around the hook of her shoulder with his fingertips caressing her neck before plunging a hand down the front of her dress. He feels thin mesh lace material of her bra and the perkiness of her nipples. Lula squeaks, but makes no attempt to stop his firm grasp. 

“I-I’m sorry about him” Lula stutters “He just likes…to keep his hands warm.” 

Jamal waves off her apology, accepting the flimsy excuse and looks up at Vince seeing no issue with what is going on. 

“Have you tried almond croissants?” He continues “They are amazing in the air fryer, but mind the temperature so you don’t burn the outer layer.” 

From the corner of his eye, he glances to her chest as a second movement is made. Vince is a man of very few words, but many actions. He shifts his hand right past the thin lace and onto the skin of her full chest, gripping and pulling her closer as he tugs at the harden bud.  “You want me to suck them right here?” He teases, feeling and tugging at them “You want your new little friend to watch too, huh?” He takes his fingers away to suck on them, leaving a wet trail before situating them back on tight smooth orbs inciting a puppy like mewl from her lips.

Lula yelps in lust and embarrassment, pushing Vince and the cart into the nearest aisle. She untangles his hands away from her pebbled nipples as a shiver passes down her spine from the friction of his fingertips dancing along her skin. Shifting her bra into place, she turns to look up at him with a frown.

Vince stares at her with his usual nonchalant, deadpan expression. 

“Listen and listen clearly” He warns, “If you don’t want to flash your little friend over there and make a puddle right here, turn the fuck around.” 

Lula stands her ground, switching from a frown to a scowl. 

“Now Lula.” 

She remains defiant, hoping to call his bluff. 

He looks up from her, smirking as he meets the eyes of her intruding friend, still standing idly at the pastry section, then back down into her lustrous eyes. He smirks, gripping the curve of her hips with one hand while his fingers trace the line of her panties through the dress. 

“You wore panties today?” Vince mutters. 

He leans her body closer to his chest as he flips up back of the dress exposing her rear end. She whimpers quietly pushing out her lower half for his attention, closer to the palm of his hand and delicate touches of his fingers. Vince groans into her ears, giving her a sharp swat on both cheeks while inching further to the wet spot forming at the middle of her cotton briefs. He cups her centre, feeling it pulse against his fingers. He slowly pushes into the hollow of her aching wetness through the fabric. Lula is slowly melting like the chocolate ice cream in their cart. He feels her arms shake as she clings to the back of his shirt. The steady breaths on his chest and flutter of her lashes as he nibbles on her ear, whispering praises and sweet words to her. He returns back to her cleft, pulling her panties across to expose her cheeks to the open. He grinds his growing bulge against her thighs as he ventures to her sensitive nub. She salivates at the firmness and intensity of his length, but as she feels the friction of her panties and his thick fingers against her clit, an electric shock brings her back to reality and she realizes where they are. Swiftly, she pulls away from his hold and the fabric of her dress returns to its place. On turning around, the pastry guy was stood watching the whole ordeal. He takes in her flushed look and trembling legs. Jamal freezes as their eyes meet while Vince is smiling smugly, proud of his performance. 

Lula rushes away from the aisle, the pastry section, Jamal, Vince and everything. Little did they know… she wasn’t embarrassed. No, she wanted more. On her exit she finds a hidden corner where she hastily removes her soiled panties, putting it in her purse.

Vince finds her in the drinks and beverages section and rolls their cart towards her.

“Tryna get me ban from our nearest Costco” She mutters. She is still grumbling while looking for the last few groceries on the list. He tiptoes behind her and leans to her ear.

“I wasn’t going to stick my fingers into your pretty pussy. Or did you want me to?” He says.

“Yes please” She whines barely above a whisper “I’m not wearing panties anymore.” Vince stills in disbelief, looking at her, waiting for the punchline of the joke. There was none. Lula nods her head as she bends over their cart, giving him a glimpse of her puffy slick lips. He drools at his mouth and drips from the tip of his lower head. He reaches to spank her right on her awaiting pussy, but the pastry guy passes through the aisle avoiding eye contact with them.

“Fix up babygirl, it’s neither the time nor place”

“Bite me” She snarls at him.

With her hair in a bun and her neck fully exposed, he sucks along the pulse of her neck. Placing kisses from the top down to her clavicle. He bites at the warm smooth surface “Tastes like brown sugar” He mutters. 

“You’re corny!” Lula giggle as she moves away from him “The list is all done, lets go.”  

When they reach the checkout, a short lady with thick curls sitting behind the register, leers at Lula. Vince is not too bothered, everyone is fond of Lula her aura is super infectious and rubs you the right way. Lula winks back at the lady and waves her fingers in greeting. He watches the interaction with interest while placing items of the conveyor belt. The cashier glances at Lula then Vince then back again at Lula, questioning of the status of their friendship. Vince reads her expression and shares a little secret. 

“You should’ve been at the pastry section” He looks down at Lula grinning, before looking at the lady. Lula shakes her and the cashier laugh. 

“Jamal told me the whole thing” The lady replies with a wink. 

Lula blushes while Vince smirks. 

“Your friend is very cute” She adds, while scanning their items “I’d have my hands full with her”  

“Girl! If only you knew!” Lula sings in her best Patti LaBelle impression. “All these months and he still can’t handle my juicy fruit”

The lady giggles in delight at Lula singing and her outlandish outburst.

“Lula, you sure you want to play this game?” He asks as he packs their items into grocery bags. “No more aisle to run to babygirl.”

“Ooo big daddy is putting you in your place!” The lady shrieks.

Lula looks up at Vince with her best puppy dog expression, as she thanks the cashier before walking towards the exit.  

Vince rolls the cart to his car and loads the bags in the trunk and back seat while Lula sits pretty in the passenger seat. 

“Guess who wrote on the back of the receipt?” Vince shares. “Really?” She cheers as she snatches it from his hand to add the number to her contacts “I could see us playing together sometime.” 

Vince smirks at her honestly as he rolls the cart back, before driving off. 

“You good baby girl?” He asks  

“Yes” she replies with a nods 

“Are we good?” He checks again 

“Not until you finish what you started” She teases “Now take me home Mr. Staples.” Vince chuckles as he drives off. 

——— 

“You’re lucky I’m taking you home this time” He indicates as they pull in to her driveway “Next time we’re wandering again.”

He unpacks her grocery bags into her kitchen, embracing her as he moves to get back in the car. 

“I’ll see you next month.” 

“Nope, I will be seeing you in 2 weeks, need some work clothes and that means changing rooms” She winks, dashing inside before he can reply.

-fini- 

[tallulahneale]

Part 2

Warnings: Smut 18+

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1

On shakey legs like a new born calf, Lula follows Vince down the hallway to his room.

The walk from the hallway felt like a thousand miles. With his gently clasp around her wrist, she lets Vince guide her weak legs along. Her skin was prickly with need and breaths shallow like she was underwater.

Suddenly Vince halts at the door, turning to look down at her with a sultry gaze, lifting a hand to her flushed cheek. Her mind is fuzzy, eyes are glassy, full of lust and want. He grins.

“Vince” Lula breathes with longing for his touch. She move her fingers to tug at his vest, roaming around his taut abdomen. His skin is soft but firm to touch, radiating warmth that makes her melt. She can’t help but move below his waistline, down to the print that engulfs his sweatpants.

‘Jackpot’ she thinks to herself.

With a little squeeze, she maps out his thickness, feeling through the fabric for the shaft. The weight of him in her hands leaves her flushed and anxious for more. Vince mutters curses under his breath and tightens his grip on her wrist.

“If you know what’s good for you” he groans, bucking into her palm “Quit it.”

Knowing what she wants, Lula doesn’t listen and slips her hand past his pants into the waistband of his shorts. She glances up at him with a glow of innocence that would make any man fall, gripping him firmly.

Vince snaps.

“Bet.”

He edges his large palm to the curve of her lower back, feeling the dimples as he guides her through the door. With a sharp tug, he pulls her back against his front pressing his thickness into the smooth cleft of her rounded cheeks.

“You good?” Vince asks smugly as he feels her heart racing and her breath hitch. The scent of his signature peppermint cologne has her jaw hung open, leaning back into the crook of his neck for more. With no words left to utter, Lula responds with her body. A slow deep grind against his lower region, has her dress riding up, allowing friction and her juicy fruit to glide along the outline of his shaft. Vince didn’t expect her to be this tempting or bratty but he could handle her. She keeps going as he slides his hands under her dress to grip her waist, Lula buckles at the touch of his skin against hers. He saunters his fingers to the top of her dress, placing kisses along her neckline as he tugs a full breast out from behind the hidden cloth. Lula lets out a high pitch whine arching into his manly expanse of a hand as he teases, pulls and rubs at her sensitive nipple. Unable to resist, she bends over onto her knees as if to whine on to him. She grinds right where her slit feels his thickness, needing more friction as the pressure builds. With a sharp hand to her rear, Vince disciplines her while pulling her up and removing his shirt. He glares at her with a heated stare, taking a deep breath to gather his mind before walking to the end of the bed.

Lula cannot feel her legs, her body is shaking with want, her throat dry and hoarse as she is still, frozen in the spot he left her. She watches with a bite on her lip as he widens his legs stretching them out towards her. A rush of slick drips down her inner thigh watching him strip to his Calvin Klein, nothing is left to imagination. Lula is glued to the scene. A wet spot forms right at the tip of fabric covering his length, it has her drooling for a taste. Vince does the bounce thing keeping her in a trance, loosing focus by the minute. Vince is her puppet master and she the puppet, waiting for him to pull the strings.

“Come here” He commands, his voice assertive like a siren drawing her body to him like a bee to a pollen rich flower. She remains unfocused, lost in the sharpness of his eyes, her nether region slick and her taut nips pushing against the knitted fabric of her dress. She saunters seductively to him and stops between the gap created by his legs. He strokes her arm pulling her closer while popping each button of her dress to expose her fully for his eyes and his attention only. Lula flings off the dress and eyes him shyly.

"Absolutely breath taking" He declares.

He seats her on his lap, his eyes mapping the teardrop curve of her breast and down to the source of her scintillating musk. The blackness of his pupils struck fear into Lula as she presses her breasts into his awaiting lips for the ache to be eased. Vince licks at her skin placing small kisses around them, suctioning at the surface wanting to taste the lust as it pours. She squirms, dancing her fingertips along the curve of his neck.

“Vi-Vince” Lula stutters between his gentle caresses and sucks “I need more.” 

Being the brat that she is, Lula spreads her thighs open and starts to trace her fingers past her hips and into her needy wet folds. 

*smack smack*

Lula yelps accepting his discipline as she quickly returns her hand back to his shoulders. The feeling of the delightful sting on her thighs and against her tush triggered another wave of slick at her centre. Vince looks up at her with a menacing aura, warning her to behave. She shudders.

“That’s mine to touch babygirl” Vince states, lifting her from his lap and tossing her into the middle of the bed. 

“If I have to warn you again, we will go to sleep. Is that clear?”

“I can’t-“

“Is that clear Lula?”

“But I need-“

“Tallulah…” Vince glares down at her leaving no room for discussion, stroking himself through his shorts.

Lula nods her head speechlessly, as tears of lust brim at the corner of her eyes.

He motions towards her spread form, placing a loving peck on her forehead. Vince felt her soul tremble under him. Like a furnace, her skin is hot against his hold, he feels guilty for letting her ache this long and apologies with a kiss on her neck, arm and down to her tummy. He rubs her arm, holds her hand and moves to where her essence is leaking.

“You’re going to make me fuck you senseless, can you handle that?” Vince informs as she tries to close her thighs. 

His fingers gracefully wander from her knees to her hips, nibbling down to her inner thigh, licking and gripping on everything he touches. He breathes in her sweet scent and nods in agreement.

“Mhmm, that’s what I like” Lula wiggles her hip closer to his face, hoping to draw him close to her wetness. She lets out a soft cry, feeling another sharp sting.

“Relax babygirl” Vince admonished as he rubs the spot to ease her nerves. She was shivering and shaking with need, unable to focus on anything.

“Vince please!” Lula cries out.

He glances up at her, his gaze dark and heavy as he pushes her thighs back and proceeds to devour her wet tight slit, Lula mewls and buckles into his mouth. His tongue dragging across the fullness of her folds, tracing her sensitive nub and drinking in her essence. The luscious drip of her pussy had his bulge straining to rut into her. He grinds himself against the mattress to relieve the pent up ache, enough to keep him from losing his mind. 

Vince lets out a deep growl in satisfaction, as he dips his wide firm tongue into her juicy sweet cave.

Lula tenses and whispers to him with a broken voice “I can feel- it’s comin-”

Vince keeps his pace steady and slow, tongue gliding around her walls searching for the perfect spot while rubbing into her clit with his thumb. Her legs start to tremble and her back arches off the bed.

“Hold it in for me baby, just bit” he mumbles but she can’t and she screams. From his subtle touches while on the couches to his demanding caress, she sprays right at him like a hosepipe. His jaw, face and neck drenched in her sweetness, leaving a messy puddle below. 

The calm demeanour that he held was gone. She had flicked a switch and like a feral bear, Vince ravishes into her sopping lips, switching from his tongue to his fingers. Licking on her throbbing clit and curving two thick fingers against her spot. She can’t take it anymore and begs.

“Vince baby, please. I- I need you”

He stops and looks down at the mess she’s made with pride. As he moves up to undress from his Calvin Klein, Lula reaches out to stroke his bulge, running a fingers from the tip down the vein under his shaft.

“Is this all for me?” She purrs at him.

“Yeah that’s all for you.”

He grinds his clothed length into the palm of her needy hand, she whines wantonly tweaking her nipple as she stares in awe.

“Can’t wait to fill you up. All that whining and begging ends now baby.” She nods at him, willing to let him have his way with her. She slips under the waistband pulling him out and gasps.

There Vince Staples stood, in all this glory.

The deep V leading to a very warm and very hard thickness, precum dripping from the tip.  Her tongue drools like dog watching a treat, feeling the slickness pool again while sucking on her bottom lip, biting until it hurt. He smirks at her before gripping his length in his palm. Enticingly, he strokes the length using his slick to provide friction. Lulas eyes grow wide and glassy as if to ask him; what are you waiting for? He raises an eyebrow in response, as he reaches behind her to retrieve something under his pillow. A square shiny-like packet. “How convenient” Lula giggles playfully, before taking it from his hand flinging it across the room.

“I want to feel all of you” she adds, longingly smirking into his lustful gaze as a soft patter is heard from the landing. His thickness stood erect, waiting to meet the warmth of her centre. Just then he stops himself with the little willpower he had left. 

“You ready?” He asks as he taps the tip against her pulsating clit. Swiping her down her slit and up to her delicate peak with his tip. Lula pulls him in for a gentle kiss as she sucks on his bottom lip, begging him to stop teasing her. Unable to hold on any longer Vince pushes into her wet warmth, inch by inch savouring the grip and taste of her body.

They groan in unison.

Lula can't help the small sigh of satisfaction that escapes her lips as she finally feels full. She says something softly under her breath hoping that he hears, while looking at him intensely.

He curves closer to her form, to hear her mumble incoherent words and a “spit” in the middle. She is taking every bit of self-control he had left, until there is no more.

“Sweet nymph” Vince snaps and grips her throat forcing her lips to stay open as he drools straight into the back of mouth. As Lula swallows and clenches around him, he feels another rush of slick and pressure against his length from the grip of her walls.

“You’re creaming on me babygirl” he holds her gaze with a smouldering smirk as pushes her thighs back, her knees touching her ears. 

He edged himself for too long and soon it’ll be too much to hold back. Vince can feel himself reaching his breaking point, so he switches to move Lula above as he settles between her straddled hips. He lifts his knees to prop her up while she rocks against his length, as he thrusts into her at an unforgiving pace.

“Let go for me Lula” He instruct. She screams against his neck, creaming around his thickness and drenching him further, covering them in her wetness. But Vince doesn’t give in yet, he wants to ruin her and give her more than she deserves. She’ll have flashbacks of this moment and beg him for more.

“You’ll carry my baby, yeah?” He mutters, blurting out everything that comes to mind. He pushes deeply into her cave, pulling her down into each thrust. Relentless in his pursuit of her pussy, wanting to leave an imprint on her body, giving her more than just a trip. Lula squeals as she feels him throbbing against her spot. His words are broken, jumbled up by lust and ecstasy.

“Fuckkk”

“I know you’re ready for it”

“Just one more baby”

“I. Need. You.” 

He thrusts deeply once more as he shoots his cum deep inside her, pushing in as far as he can, stretching her walls further and deeper. Lula spasm against his length, her pussy milking him for more trying to keep him stuck and locked inside her.

The effect of the high has them both mellow, as he loosens his grip on her neck, but still remains stuck in her wet warmth. He turns to cuddle her on his side, while tracing lazily around her navel. She is loosing consciousness and he close behind, drifting into the post-coitus haze. Just before the exhaustion takes them, they share their last words simultaneously:

“Don’t pull out” She whispers.

“I’m sleeping inside” He mutters.

————

The next morning Lula wakes feeling groggy and full. Flashbacks of the night before are sent to her like an instant memory, she throbs pushing back into his already alert length . 

“How the hell are you so hard already?” She asks, giggling. Vince pushes into her with a mumble, sniffing into her neck and gripping her breast.

“Why are you so wet?” He replies, as he reluctantly pulls out. 

Lula holds back a wanton moan, as she turns to face him.

“Now you know why I have my 'lick it and kick it' roster!” She jokes.

“Any opening on the list?” Vince asks as he cracks an eye open, looking at her naked form.

“Ew no, you’ll get distracted” Lula shrugs “Plus your tongue game is average at best.”

Vince chuckles out loud and shakes his head.

“We know that’s a damn lie babycakes” He playfully tugs at her ear “Now I know why those guys are hooked.”

“Oooo, I didn’t tell you about Maurice! He tried to eat it under the table at work!” She shrieks.

“Hello HR” Vince says “Puddle on table 3.” She snickers rolling her eyes while he laughs.

“This ain’t ever happening Vince, never again” Lula says with conviction. They both share a look before closing their eyes to cuddle back to sleep.

— Fini —

[tallulahneale]

Masterlist

You play too much - You’re an attention-loving tease

Intimate friends Part 2 - Lula and Vince get high and become closer than close (smut)

Brown sugar - Vince heads to the supermarket with his fun-loving and temptingly playful best friend

Are you with that? - Vince realizes he’s falling in love

Nighty night - Sleepover with our favourite bestie

Who really lives their dream? - Vince Staples as a pharmaceutical technician

Dear diary Part 2- Smoke reads Tallie's diary to find out she's been crushing on Stack more than him. (smut)

[tallulahneale]

Title: Are you with that?

Summary: Vince realises he is falling in love

A/n: This is an extra fluffy story

“Not again.” Vince mutters to himself. It’s the third time he’s woken up in the middle of the night to a sweet lingering scent that has engulfed his mind and soul. He checks the time, it reads 5:43 am. He can’t seem to trace the scent or how it came to trigger such a strong response, but it is a major distraction.

He tries to get comfortable again but nope, time to get up! Shaking his head, Vince rolls out of bed with a grumble and places his feet on the plush rug below ready to start the day. Even as he strolls through the walkway to the washroom to prep his daily routine, the scent lingers. He can almost feel the particles breeze past his naked form.

“What is this?” He mutters to himself in the mirror.

He ignores that feeling and checks his to-do list for the day. Corey has him on a tight schedule with the up coming season of ‘The Vince Staples Show’. Changing into comfortable sweatpants which will be turning heads, a blue snapback and white fitted shirt, he brushes his fade to blend in his cowl lick. In the background he hears his phone chime and makes his way back.

I have a surprise for you! —Lula 

With a smile, he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as the three dots appear again before they vanishing. Lula and Vince had known each other for a while as acquaintances but slowly became friends once they found out similar hobbies and interests. They’ve spent time together at the cinema, gym and road trips too. She has slept over once or twice after a night out but just as friends. She is one of the few people, asides from family, that he trusts in his space. Meeting her was like a gift from the ancestors. A second chime is heard and once again, Vince realises that he’s getting distracted.

He shrugs and shoots a message to Corey before locking his gate and driving to the table read session for season 2 episode 3.

——

On arrival, Vince looks around the room recognising a few familiar faces from other reads and greets them with a nod. As he walks around looking for his seat placement but is caught off guard… the scent has returned and wafts right under his nose. He stiffens as his skin tingles and his throat dries. It is frustrating as well as tempting, forcing him to search for the mystery person to finally place the scent. Like Pepé Le Pew, he lets his nose lead him to the sweet essence which seemed to perfume from the back of the room. As his nears the section, he sees a lady facing in the opposite direction. The scent pours outs and he swallows as he tries to breathe.

“Excuse m-” Vince starts.

The lady looks over her shoulder with a shocked expression, as she moves out of the way for him. She was not the originator of the scent.

Opposite him, skin glowing with legs crossed and a skirt hiked to a borderline professional length sat the one whose essence had him restless.

“Lula” he whispers in awe.

He stares too stunned to express any other words, while she smiles cheerfully.

“Surprise!” She exclaims, “Guess who’s a writer on your show!?”

Vince regains his composure. Smirking and shaking his head he focuses on collecting the limited oxygen in the air.

“Lula, you just might trigger an asthma attack” He replies jokingly.

She laughs, while other members of the table turn to look at Vince in worry, Corey already preparing to get his asthma pump.

“I see acting has made you more dramatic” She giggles while sauntering into his personal space. She raises a hand to caress his upper arm in comfort. 

“You okay?” She asks.

Vince ignores the people around and proceeds to leans into the crook of her neck. He closes his eyes and let’s the scent take him to his happy place. It smells like home; all warmth and fuzzy. Lula squeezes his hand and he’s back to earth, noticing where they are and how inappropriate it may look. 

“Yeah, I’m good” He mutters, backing away while scratching the back of his head.

“So you’re joining the writing team?”

“Yep!” Lula nods with enthusiasm, unaware of the effect she’s been having on him for the last 2 days.

“Just for this episode, but I’m glad to be here!”

He nods walks her to her chair before going to his designated seat at the head of table.

“Welcome everyone!” The director greets “This is season 2 episode 3 read of the Vince Staples show!” 

There a bunch of clapping, hollering and smiles the team is happy to see the progression of the exceptional show.

“A brief announcement, we have a new writer joining us today and maybe permanently!” The director nods towards the left side of the room “Tallulah, could you raise your hand?” She smiles shyly and raises her hand an inch above her shoulder giving a little wave. 

“Hello everyone, just Lula is fine” She adds allowing the directors to continue

“Lula has worked on various projects within our community…” As he speaks, Vince drowns out the speech and his surroundings focusing solely on Lula. He feels his heart thump quietly as their eyes connect and she looks away abptuly, but he keeps his fixed gaze on her, staring intensely. 

‘Werido’ He thinks to himself, know that’s what she would say.

Everything about her is suddenly so captivating; the waist length braids that sweep her shoulders and arms, the white tee snug against her physique and the gentle glistening glow of her skin as the sun-rays hit from behind the window blinds.

He can’t stop staring.

He sense that she can feel eyes on her, as she looks everywhere but at him.

Just as he is about to call out to her, a pen is thrown in his direction. Corey. Vince unwillingly turns to look and the whole table is smirking, few are packing their belongings.

“Is the read done already?” He asks nonchalantly 

“Yes, it’s been an hour Vince” Corey shares “I wonder what or who took your attention away?” He says loudly with a grin.

At this, Lula quickly stands up and packs her bags ready to zoom through the door. She exits the room quietly and briskly walks down the hallway

“Lula!” Vince shouts

She speeds up her pace, only to be tugged back by her arm.

“Oh did you call me?” She replies “My music is playing”

“Your AirPods aren’t even in…” 

She blinks in response.

Vince looks at her, but Lula looks away, still unable to meet his eyes.

“You nervous or something?” He asks

“Yes!”

“Why..?”

“You were staring at me! Hard as hell too!” She yells quietly.

He shrugs and stares at her more, during her mini outburst her scent spiked and trapped his mind again.

“Oh my lawwd, he’s losing it again” Lula mutters

“I’m just hungry” He comes up with an excuse, “Let's go out to eat”

“Right now?” She asks, finally looking up at him.

Fuck, he thinks to himself. Even her eyes tell a story, pulling him in further telling him promises and assuring him everything will be okay.

“Yeah, just a quick bite nothing too fancy” He adds as he tugs her along to his car.

“What if I had plans?” Lula quips buckling into the seat and adjusting the length of her skirt a “I am a busy girl now”

“And my busy girl needs food” He emphasises glancing back at her.

“Watch the road!” She snaps “You’re being a little weird today.”

“Weirdo.” She mumbles

He smirks and drives to the nearest restaurant.

He pulls into the parking lot and guides Lula towards the the eatery.

“Baltaire?!” Lula blinks twice “You said nothing fancy… I’m not even dressed for this”

He takes in her outfit, as she plays with a loose thread at the hem. 

“You look per-pretty good” He covers his slip as a waiter guides them to the seating. Vince pulls out her chair before he takes his own seat. She smiles at him before looking over the menu, he hasn’t even bothered to lift up his own. Her aura is too captivating for him to focus on anything. He observes her in awe; the cute lip bites she does when she is lost in a novel or just reading, the strum of her fingers against the table cloth and the most powerful of them all her scent which sweetly suffocates him.

“Vincent” Lula calls out, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Are you ready to order now sir?” The waiter asks collects their menus, while Lula looks at Vince’s blank expression.

“Umm, I’ll take your best and a bottle of Krug vintage, thank you”

The waiter nods with a smile and turns to wink at Lula. She starts to ramble to the waiter but he walks away leaving her talking to herself. And all Vince does is stare.

“Okay I’m confused.” Lula begins “What is up with you today? Is there good news? Or are you so happy to see me?” She teases.

“Yes.” He says plainly.

Lula giggles and rolls her eyes as they wait for the entrée to arrive. She catches him up on her week and all the drama she’s had at work. While she is speaking Vince gazes at her lips, the words flowing out sound like a lullaby soothing his mind leading him to cloud nine. Her presence sends all his troubles away. Nothing else matters, he is enamoured. Her lips freeze which brings him back to earth, his eye meeting her brown orbs as she smirks teasingly.

“What was the last thing I said?” She whispers lean forward, reaching across the table for a glass of water.

“Sally took a week off to annoy Margaret because she said she was under performing.” He answers correctly.

“You’re lucky Mr Staples.” She clicks of her tongue. “You had the same slow ass look on your face at the table read”

He doesn’t reply but the timing is perfect, the waiter places their appetisers, beverages and main on the table.

“Enjoy!” He sings walking to assist at another table.

Vince watches Lula as she looks at his plate then back at hers. With the sudden warmth he feels, Vince wants to give her the world and more.

“Would you like some?”

“Yes please” She says shyly.

He cuts a piece and leans towards her with his fork, she eagerly opens and takes the bite. A quiet moan escapes her throat.

‘What the fuck.’

‘What the fuck.’

They both think to themselves. The meal continues in a comfortable silence as each try to gather their thoughts. The ambience of the food and atmosphere is easing her nerves while keeping him focused on gathering his own. But his mind has only one clear connection, he is hooked.

——

Lula yaps the day away and it’s soon time for him to drop her home. They walk to his car singing throwback 90’s songs. He starts the car and drums on the wheel to the rhythm.

“Vince” Lula calls gently, “Even though you’re clearly distracted by something, I want you to know that I’m here for you”

He smiles with a nod, turns to look at her before reaching for her hand clasping softly and entwining their fingers.

“Thank you babygirl” 'I think I love you' he thinks to himself.

Lula blushes as she jumps out the car and waves frantically shutting her front door. He laughs driving off.

Back home, he showers and changes into sleep pants as he sinks into a joyous slumber. But just like the past few nights he is unable to sleep, he is tossing and turning.

His right hand tingles reminiscing the feel of her fingers ghosting his own. Her scent is slowly fading from his sheets but she remains stuck on his mind and he does what he always does. Sitting up to check the time it read 2:43 am. 

Vince does what Vince does best. Tweet. Logging in to his account he writes a short message:

I need more than just a meal, a promise and forever, deal?

Without an ounce of hesitation, he posts the tweet and sits his phone on the bedside table. 

…

Online, fans go crazy!

This is your most sane tweet in months, cuh. @simson Sis, where are you?! He needs you! @butterflybabe When are you going on tour? @mrglobal You a loser if don’t call, just saying @flavaflay Why don’t you just text her? @Jamal I’m stealing this, thanks cuz @loverlance If you want to make this real, all you gotta do is kneel. @littlemisslu Direct reply There’s a reply!!! Find the account people @butterflybabe Too many of y’all up at 3am… we have work at 8:30 people. @Moneybag Hurry up and drop season 2 @allen

…

He reads through the replies and likes Lula’s comment. Scrolling through his contacts and hovering over her name her contemplates whether to call or text. The clock chimes 3am and the dial tones rings. 

“Please pick, please pick, please pic-”

He’s on edge repeating his mantra waiting and hoping that she’s still awake.

“Hello?” Lula says, sleep still hinting in her voice

“I read your reply…” 

Lula sighs, but stays silent.

“I’m not a man of many words but I am honest and you know this” He tells her, breathing in before continuing, “I want you for myself”

“H-Huh?” Lula stutters

“You make me smile, your presence calms me and I want to do that for you too. I’ve been lost in thought for days, your scent choking my soul, leaving me restless. Don’t be alarmed but I will kneel for you Lula, only for you babygirl”

“Vince… wha-”

“You don’t have to say anything back, just need to know, are you with that?”

“Yes” She whispers.

“Alright, off to bed with you now” He teases

“Nighty night Vince” Lula says softly

*click*

He smiles as he drifts off to sleep, falling in love feels so good.

-fini-

NB: I tried to make more sentimental and heartfelt, hope you like it Anon!

[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Six

Vince wakes up early and shoots a message to Lula asking if she awake. He hears a knock at his door. It’s Lula fully dressed and ready to go somewhere.

“Everyone wakes up early here” she replies, “The view is scenic around this time.”

She barges her way inside before continuing “Hurry up and freshen up. We’re stopping at my apartment, it’s more private there.”

“Wait,” Vince starts “Does Pierre not know the ‘business’ that we were running.” Lula smirks at him “He asked me what my occupation is, I’m a pharmacist.”

Vince laughs loudly at her.

“Relax Vince. I told him that I use to do extra curricular activities. He knows that it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about so yeah…”

Vince gets in the shower, freshens up and sorts out the gifts going to his relatives. Lula says thank you as she collects her snacks and drops it in the main house. She goes to waits for him in the car.

“Ready?” She asks as he slides in.

“Ready.”

Once they get to the apartment Lula tells the chauffeur to go, she’ll call him once she needs him. She unlocks the door and goes in with Vince right behind her.

“You got a really nice place. Why you living Pierre?”

“It’s more lively at our home” she replies, “plus I need to get comfortable with having lots of people around.” Lula rubs her tummy.

“Are you pregnant? Already?”

“Sikee nigga!!” She laughs, walking to her bookshelf to retrieve a notebook. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

She hands him a notebook titled ‘p-p memorabilia’.

“I thought you wanted out” he states, flipping through the pages.

“I do. Your mom called a few days back saying that you looked stressed and I supposedly ‘grew it into an empire’” Lula boasts “I kept this book because I still want to have the memories… for when I’m old and grey I guess.”

Lula shows Vince her system from the first month up until she left. Managing the operation alone was hard but it was doable with patience.

“You make this look easy Lula” Vince grumbles.

“Oh it’s definitely not easy, why’d you think I wanted out as soon as you got back?” She replies “Can I suggest something?”

“Yeah go ahead”

“You should cut off the lower clients. It’ll ease up the work load.”

“Hmmm…” Vince ponders.

“You’re not a greedy man Vincent. I’m pretty sure you’re a millionaire right now because I’m not too far behind.”

“You sure you don’t want back in?”

“Nope and I’ll explain why later” she says “Keep the big spenders and inform the others that stock is down. It’s more believable as you’re already on a break till next week. Right?”

“This is why I fucks with you Lula” he taps her head “You’re a little brain box. I appreciate you for real.”

“I know.” She giggles. “So you got this, right? No more worrying miss Anita or myself…”

“Yeah, I know what I need to do” he assures her with a salute.

“Yay! Now get ready to tour Haiti!” She exclaims.

—

The chauffeur pulls up with Pierre in the front seat holding Lula’s favourite snacks and treats.

“Morning Vince” Pierre says, opening the back door for Lula and handing her the bag. “Hey baby girl, everything sorted?”

“ Wi wi amou” Lula replies, giving him a peck.

They drive off as Lula starts the tour, showing Vince around Haiti.

“This is what I put my share into” Lula tells him “All the new tourist attractions including the food spots are Lula funded.”

Vince nods Of course she didn’t invest a dime in Cali, “But before you judge me, our economy needs it more than the USA. Plus lots of employment opportunities for the youth.”

“I ain’t judging you. Here’s your home, I respect it.” He nods.

“Have you told him about the hotels?” Pierre adds, “That’s what made me fall deeply in love with you mon kèr.”

Lula giggles and Vince shakes his head. She so sweet on him, looks good on her He smiles in approval.

“Tell me about hotels cuh” Vince replies.

“My accountant said we may have a competitor, someone trying to get into real estate.” Pierre continues, “30% of hotels across the capital belong to her. Exceptional!” He finishes as he stares longingly at Lula.

—

The following day Lula drives to drop Vince off at the airport, without the chauffeur.

“Just adjust the clientele, minimise orders from one of the wholesalers and you’ll be good to go” She reminds him.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You could manage 2 wholesalers, it’s less hassle.” She suggests.

Vince gives her a reassuring hug to let her know not to worry so much.

“You know I started this without you Lula.”

“But I was factored in from the startttt” she sings. “Let me know when you land and please call if anything.”

Vince boards the flight back to Cali, left to manage the empire by alone.

*4 months later*

Vince and Anita are invited to Haiti for the wedding of Pierre and Lula. Turns out Pierre is an infamous businessman across the Caribbean islands and North California too.

“I knew I recognise his face” Anita says to Vince “He’s the son of Martin. Y’know? Jean’s grandpas last born.”

“Ma I don’t know anyone” Vince laughs.

The reception is beautiful and energetic. Lula steps aside to have bestie talk with Vince.

“Thanks for coming!”

“You’re welcome” He replies. “You know what Lula?”

“What’s up bestie?”

“I guess being a pharmaceutical technician wasn’t my dream. I just wanted to be rich.” She giggles at his outburst and he laughs too.

It’s been a fineeeeee day, he says to himself.

—The End—

~~

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Wi wi amou = Yes yes my love

~~

Note: Thanks for reading! Hope y’all enjoyed it!! TN xx

[tallulahneale]

Nighty Night

It’s one of those days where Lula is tired of her house and needs a change of environment. Work has been extra repetitive but it’s her little escape from being indoors. She’s being planning monthly sleepovers at her friends place, Vince was next on her list. Their friendship started back in pre-k on a love-hate level but flourish to true besties over their adulthood.  Over the past year they became more comfortable and finally established a strong foundation. With lots of time on her hand she made sure to catch up with family and friends as much as she could before her next project. She had just finished her draft for a true-life romance project, luckily it was for a limited series which meant there was lots of time to review the work. 

Back to how she’ll spend the rest of her day, she pops a message over to Vince

 Hey Vincent

She drops her phone on the counter as she opens the fridge to make a sandwich, she doesn’t have too wait long as her phone chimes a notification tone

What’s up baby girl?

She smiles as she reads it, a nickname he had been calling her since she was in college and it just stuck. She wasn’t too sure why it made her feel warm and tingly but it resonates with her.

I am good, just wanted to say hi

Girl, stop playing. Work stress or something?

Not really, just I need a change of environment…

One sec, I’ll call you in 5

She nods and nibbles at her sandwich.

Lula head back to her laptop to continue editing her project and looses track of time.

’Shit’ she thinks remembering that Vince had probably called.

She almost trips running to the kitchen to check her phone it reads 8;26pm with 3 missed calls from Vince and a message too

Where’d you go?

Lula shakes her head in frustration and replies his message

I left my phone in the kitchen and got carried away, I’m heading to yours rn

Cool, i’ll book your ride.

She smiles, one thing about Vince that she loves is his nonchalance and non-judgmental personality. She quickly packs her spenddanight bag throwing the nearest nightie and toiletries as she waits for the call from the uber driver. She gets another message from Vince telling her the driver is waiting, she slips on her fluffy slippers and heads to the car

Thanking the driver, she exits and walks to the front door. Before she raises her hand to knock, Vince opens with a smirk on hips lips.

“Is that what you wear around your house?” He asks, taking in your outfit. In her rush, she had forgotten to change out of her oversized tee and short shorts.

Lula squeals, realising how exposed she is.

“Quit staring at me like that”

“Like what?” he replies watching as she stands awkwardly on his porch, not uttering a word. She rolls her eyes with a sigh and pulling the hem of her tee to cover her thighs.

“Like you’ve never seen legs before”

“You missed my calls”Vince says deflecting while staring leisurely at her figure

“I’m really really sorry, time got away from me.” She shares apologetically

In the back they hear a beep, the uber driver steps out with holding her belongings. Lula steps in front of Vince, he has a policy about people knowing where he lives and it’d be her fault if this driver ecignsed him

“Miss, you forgot your bag”

Lula smiles as she turns and thanks him again watching him drive away.

“You must be stressed if you’re forgetful like that” Vince laughs, she shrugs and walks in dropping her bag on the couch.

“What’s in the bag?”He asks closing the door behinnd him

“Urm… Sleepover?” She replies softly

Vince raises his eyebrows in surprise as he nods. Lula looks around like she hasn’t been here before.

“Quit acting like you’ve never been here”

“House tour!” She chants childishly holding him arm.

“Lula, its past 9pm” He informs her”That means bedtime”

She huffs and picks her bag and heads to his room.

“I want a bedtime story” she said loudly, heading to the conjoined bathroom.

Emptying her bag, she shrieks in embarrassment. Packing last minute was never a good idea and Lula now knew why. In her bag was a skimpy little night dress, lilac in color with lace along the v neck and sides of the material. as she raise it to her body, she took notice of how short the length was. She shakes her head leaving it on the counter as she wraps her hair up to take a shower. Luckily she packed her essential bodycare and oils.

“I definitely can’t wear that” she mutters, drying off and moisturising. 

She sticks her head of the bathroom door, looking for her bestie

“Vince?” She calls out.

No reply

“Vincent!” She repeats louder

“Yes?” He yells back from wherever he was. 

Lula keeps quiet, she will not be yelling nor will she step out stark naked. Eventually Vince walks in with two cups of ginger and lemon tea

“What’s wrong?” He asks, wondering why she’s stuck behind the door.

“Do you have a tee I can wear? Lula says sweetly, but to her surprise and misfortune Vince smirks.

“Nope” He said 

“But you’re wearing one now” She whine

“Nah this” He removes and places on a chair “Need to go in the laundry.” Lula blinks twice and keeps her eyes one his head to keep from looking down. She remembers that she’s still naked hidden behind the door as she huffs quickly closing it. She look back at the nightie, it taunts her but she has no choice. 

As the material slipped between the fingers she puts it on and looks into the mirror

“Fuck I look good” She whispers, knowing he might hear her if she’s too loud. 

She puts on her bonnet as she exits the bathroom. Not making eye contact with him she bends as she places her bag on the chair.

“Babygirl” he groans, rubbing his hands across his face. Lula quickly straighten her posture as she feels a gust of cool air.

“I’m sorry” she squeals, quickly walking to the bed and sliding under the covers. She turns on her side to face away from Vince.

“I made tea for you” he says wanting to ease the awkwardness of seeing a glimpse of his best friends slick puff lips.

Lula covers her head as she turns and sits up against the head board beside him, collecting the cup from his hands

“Thank you” she smiles softly.

He nods as she scrolls the tv guide, before settling on re-runs. They sip their warm beverages in silence, the tv creating an ambience. Vince doesn’t like how uncomfortable its become so he gets straight to the point

“Your pussy looks juicy as fuck” He blurts out

“Vince! Oh my lawd!” Lula yelps, coughing on her drink

“It does.” He admits again with a shrug “Anyway you still want a bedtime story”

She shakes her head, refusing to look at him.

“Words Lula”

“No, I’m okay” She whispers.

“Is babygirl embarrassed?” He teases, tugging the thin strap of her nightie.

Lula continues to slip her tea, quicker than before while starting blankly at the TV fluttering her eyes at the warmth of his fingers running down her arms

“Well I want to tell you a story” He smiles as he lowers the volume of the tv, “unless you want me to bring up-”

She whimpers quietly to herself, ‘he is doing this on purpose’ she think to herself.

“Fine fine, but a nothing scary” she agrees.

 Vince takes their cups and sets them on the bedside table to his right. Lula gets comfortable on her side, lowering the covers enough to look at Vince. He turns to look at her snickers at her shy antics, with a gently pull he reaches for her arms. Lula gasps at the sudden contact allows him to pull her closer to his chest. She fit like a glove into the frame of this physique, her head resting into the crook of his neck 

He situates her between his legs. Her back fitting perfectly into his taut chest, her hips pressed into the warmth of his thighs. 

“Vin-” She tries, but it cut short by the feather-life touch of his fingertips on her thighs

“How about an interactive bedtime story, would you like that?” He whispers into her ears, resting his jaw on the side of her head. She nods and slowly spreads her thighs, waiting for him to ease her itch.

His hands sink into her folds, wasting no time to curve into the sweet spot. Lula bits her lips to hold in the gasp and clenches against him, widening her hips and pulling him in more.

“Quit holding in those moans.”

Defiant as she is, Lula grinds back into his erect bulge while trapping his hands between her soaked cave. Vince growls and sucks harsh at her neck, eliciting a loud mewl from her.

“Let go for me babygirl” He commands, curling and rubbing against her clit. The rush of euphoria hits her as she stiffens and screams in delight.

“The end” He whispers into her ear.

She curls to sleep on his chest, drawing circles as they sink into slumber.

NB: Might edit

[tallulahneale]

I have to give you so much props for the Intimate Friends smut you wrote! It’s rare to see stories for Vince let alone quality writing that’s actually realistic and a good length. You did that can’t wait for more 👏🏾

I wish this wasn't anonymous, because THANK YOU! Also kudos to @bendoverboo18 for the prompt. If you have any inspo I'm happy to keep writing!!!

[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Two

Lula is slowly becoming irritated with Vince’s sloppiness and half done workload. I thought he said his dream was to be a pharma tech, why is he behaving like a Kochon she wonders. Over last couple shifts, he has not documented the ins and outs of the controlled substances. “Imma have to talk to him when he gets in.” she says to herself.

Vince walks in with a smug look, Business has been booming. He doesn’t realise that there’s an irked woman staring hard at him till he looks up.

“What’s up Lula Tallulah?” He said, surprised that she is scowling at him. He gives her a poke on the tummy and sides, but she doesn’t budge. “Damn, look who woke up on the wrong side of bed.”

She looks away from him, one because she’s ticklish and might laugh, two because she wants to remember why she’s scowling at him.

“Nah, I just don’t like lazy workers” she mutters, loudly enough for him to hear.

“Huh, who’s lazy over here? I’ll speak to them myself” Vince says assuming that she’s talking about that one coworker. He noticed that she’s terrible at confrontation from past situations.

“You nigga!” She said increase the intensity of her voice. “You keep leaving stuff out everywhere and not documenting stuff down”.

He looks at her, unbothered by her tone “Firstly, you know I’m not lazy. My work ethics is probably better than yours and it’s just been a few times. So relax.” he says brushing her off.

“You’re being a bozo and it’s not helping me. Souple, just keep things tidy, it gets confusing” she pleads, thinking that’ll encourage him to act right.

“Look at you using my lingo! Anyway you’re still new here Lula, 2 months ain’t anything. You’ll just have to manage.” Vince shrugs and walks off.

“Fout tonè!”

“I heard that!” He laughs and settles down to work. She looks at him with pleading eyes, he looks up and nods “Fine, I’ve heard you. I’ll tidy up.”

“Thank you.” she smiles, going back to her usual excitable self.

—

The next batch of meds came in the afternoon just before lunch. As everyone goes to get food, Lula sees Vince throwing the opioids in a trash bag. Their eyes meet.

“Vince, I’m going to act slow and ask a question… Why are you throwing out new stock?”

“That’s not acting slow… that’s mor-“

“Vincent…”

“Tallulah.”

“Stop that. What are you doing with those meds?”

“Do you want a truthful answer or an honest answer because they are two different things.” he says smartly.

“Knowing you, you’re doing this for an ‘honest’ reason I assume”

“Yes.” he replies.

“So…”

“Honestly I’m making money to help the homies, relatives and our community.”

“Okay, truthfully then…”

He pauses. “Technically, I am throwing away these meds. Just not into a trash can or garbage disposal… into my house instead.”

“Fuck me.” Lula whispers “Vince, I don’t even know how to respond or even what to say.”

As the pharmacist on duty, she knows, if nothing is done it will blow up in her face. She thinks about the law and then her own career. She’s conflicted. “Look, I appreciate you being both truthful and honest but you’re putting me in a tight spot.” She sighs and looks at him. He looks back not breaking eye contact and waiting for her to finish talking “I’m giving you this chance to stop all this and let it go. Please Vincent. It’s not a good look on you or me if this comes to light.”

She has never called him Vincent before so he knows that she’s really on edge. “I’m going for lunch, I can’t deal with this right now. My head hurts.” she walks out, not before looking back at him with disappointment in her eyes.

Fuck, this wasn’t meant to happen so soon he sighs. However, he starts to smirk and chuckle to himself “I knew page 4 off my plan will come in handy”.

---------

Business has been amazing! He’s been renting a temporary apartment where he packs the stock. It was truly a foolproof plan, everything was happening as predicted. Even the minor hiccup with Lula, we can sort that out later he reminds himself. The apartment was solely for storage and running the online side of the business. From the WiFi router to the laptop used and phone, everything was used only for ‘Painless-Pills’ as Vince named it. He has made more money over the past 2 months than the whole 2 years of his career as a pharma tech. He anonymously paid off his mums mortgage, the church’s debt and kept money aside for future ventures. He knew that living too lavishly would implicate him so he kept it simple. Drinking his usual coffee, going to the local gym, driving the same car. The usual. He even told his mom about it, sharing the plan with her.

As much as she was impressed, she gave him a warning about the consequences. “Son, the white man already paints us in a bad light. Don’t give him a reason to prove it right.” She advises “Don’t think I didn’t see page 4, Lula is a lovely soul and we don’t need you tainting her.” She briefly adds “Although… it does make sense for y’all to partner up.”

First thing that comes to his mind is how to get Lula onboard. Over the past few months of working together him and Lula had become good friends. He purposefully let her catch him a second time to test her loyalty.

Yes it was a crappy move but when she still didn’t report him he knew that she was down. I’m pretty sure that she’ll partner with me. Just need to get timing right he thinks to himself. He realises there are two options; either bring her in to manage ‘Painless Pills’ with him or close everything down and handle what he already has. “But it’s not enough” he said to himself. Fuck, I shouldn’t have let her catch me the second time, now I have to act quickly.

Vince heads to work the next day with two coffees, he knows how Lula likes it; sweet but not too much cream.

“Bonjou boubout, I got a surprise for you and no it’s not this coffee even though this one is for you” she glances at the cup, ignores him and snatches it.

“Hey.” He pulls back “Watch out, it’s hot.”

“Good morning Mr. Staples”

“…”

“…”

“I know you’re not about to be sassy right now Lula”

“Thank you for my coffee, it’s perfectly sweet” she says, looking around for a different coworker to speak with.

“So you don’t want to hear about the surprise I have for you?”

“No.”

“Come on Lula, it’s an ‘honest’ surpris-“

“I knew it!” She exclaims “I ain’t tryna hear about that.”

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you here, would it?”

“I guess not” she replies, still not looking at him.

“It’s kinda scary that you’re answering and not looking at me. A little bit rude too.”

Lula finally looks up.

Her eyes void of any friendliness whatsoever. He realises that he needs her to get with the program before he loses this opportunity and the friendship.

“Happy now” she bites at him.

“Yes. I’ll give you an address, come after work.”

“Vinc-“

“Before you say no or overthink, I’m making Étouffée for dinner.”

Vince knows that she loves her Haitian heritage and won’t pass up on a homemade meal. “I got all the ingredients and extra crawfish because I know you love seafood. Just come Lula, you won’t regret it.”

“Fine.”

Lula heads home first to freshen up and change into something black. She doesn’t know the environment or neighborhood that he has been running his operations, she’s not taking any chances. Black baseball cap, black Nikes, gym leggings and a zip-up top. Reading the address on an A to Z map; I’m not tryna have this address on the google search she thought to herself. She jogs to the nearest cab office and books a ride, paying in cash. She knows that she is being hella extra but she has already implicated herself by letting him get away with restocking. “In for a penny, in for a pound” she says, sliding into the back seat.

She gives the cab driver an address a block away from where Vince told her to go. Gotta stay inconspicuous she thinks, giving him a $10 tip. She jogs up to the apartment and knocks. He opens the door and stares at her.

“Aiit Blade, I think you forgot your sunglasses and leather jacket” he moves aside to let her in.

The scent of Étouffée hits her right from the hallway. She walks past the room with all the stock, almost forgetting why she’s here.

“I thought you said you don’t cook for people”

“Well you’re not just ‘people’ Lula. I mean it, not saying it just because of all this stuff”

“…”

“Okay that’s an exaggeration, but you’re not just people you my homie cuh”

She rolls her eyes at him. “I hope you made long grain rice, none of that basmati.”

“Made both, you didn’t tell me which one you liked.”

She makes a plate for him and serves it, then makes one for herself sitting on the couch to eat.

“Ooo nigga! You know how to throw down!! Gawddamn I’m proud of you! Slowly becoming a Haitian citizen” he snickers at her outburst.

“Just because I don’t let people visit and I usually don’t cook, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to.” He explains “Anyway, you’re here because I want to talk business with you Lula. Eat up.”

He proceeds to show her the fully plan, including page 4.

“Why is my name on this? Wait did you factor me in since the beginning?” Lula starts to stand up and move to the hallway. He yanks her back by her low bun sticking out from the cap.

“Hey! Don’t pull my hair nigga.”

“Lula relax, why are you spazz… nevermind. Yes, I put you in since the beginning because I want my people to win” he pauses “literally speaking, you are my people.”

She returns back to her seat while muttering “Pull my hair ever again and I’m swinging” he laughs and continues.

“The plan is pretty simple sè, report me to the state Department to cover your back and joining in on running the operation.”

“Huh?”

“Where are you lost Lula?”

“Nowhere.”

“Okay, what’s the ‘huh’ about?”

“You... want me… to… report you?” She laughed at him like he was telling a joke. He looks back, deadpan as usual.

“Yes.”

“Vince. No.”

“It’s the only way to keep the operation running and still save your career.” Lula nods in understanding.

“Plus, I’m sure some other coworkers are already suspicious and would happily drag you down with me. I can’t let that happen.”

Straight away she asks him “What’s my cut?”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! The Nigerian in you is shining through!” She rolls her eyes smirking.

She may have mentioned to him that she did the ancestry test and she came up as 65% Nigerian.

“How about 60/40? You would get the bigger cut since you’ll be running everything while I’m away. I’ve been living good so I don’t need to much”

“That’s fair. But Vince are you sure this is the best option?”

“You read the plan, everything is happening as written.”

“You’re right.” She agrees “I’m in.”

“Perfect. My mom knows about this and you too. I’ll give her your number just in case. I’ll see you when I get out… coz I’m definitely going to jail.” He laughs and she shakes her head laughing too.

Next Part.

~~

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Pig = Kochon

Please = Souple

Fuck = Fout tonè!

Good morning sweetheart = Bonjou boubout

Sister = sè

~~

[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Five

It has been 5 weeks since Lula last saw Vince at the operations apartment and it was her best decision ever. Mind made up and her completion of one year plus at Neales Pharmacy, she informs Baptiste that she will be going to Haiti to visit family.

“Are you resigning?” Baptistse asks in shock.

“Not at all. But I overheard the others mention that Susan is looking to get back to work.”

“Don’t worry about Susan, we prefer you.”

Lula giggles.

“I am sure you don’t mean that Baptiste” She smiles “But home is calling and I need to answer before it stops.”

“Okay, okay I hear you. Stay safe out there. You’re welcome back whenever Lula”.

She smiles, waving at Baptiste. The team throw her a mini party and gift her trinkets, a bottle of champagne and a ‘best pharmacist mug’. She hugs them all, including the nosy stout man.

“I think I will miss you the most Gavin” He blushes bright red and smiles back longingly. Wait…No damn way, she thinks to herself, All this time he had a crush?!

—

Lula prepares for her trip to Haiti, making sure everything is in order; rent paid, bills paid for the next two years and perishable foods donated. She books a business class ticket before heading to see Aunty Anita. Even though Vince and her hadn’t spoken in a while, Anita still keeps in touch. She calls Lula to collect some items to drop off with relatives once she reaches Port-au-prince.

As Lula drives up Anita’s driveway, she sees Vince’s car across the street. “Really universe?” She mutters to herself. Or maybe Aunty is tryna play, she thinks, Either way we can’t avoid each other.

She steps out her car, brushes down her sundress, walking to the front door and knocks.

Vince opens the door.

“…”

“…”

“Who is it Vince?” Anita shouts from the living room. I know she’s acting right now, Lula says to herself. Vince doesn’t respond back.

“Lula… come in” He said, stepping aside.

“Thank you, Vince. Hey Aunty” Lula calls excitedly as she walks towards the living room.

“You really know your way around here huh?” Vince mutters loud enough for them all to hear. Lula laughs and rolls her eyes, focusing on the instruction from Anita.

“So the blue goes to Jerome. Don’t give it to his wife or she will give it to her brother. The light blue goes to Gregory and his wife. The purples goes to-”

“Ma why are you giving Lula a bunch of things for people in Haiti?”

“Boy don’t interrupt my process” Anita continues, telling Lula who should get what and where to drop it off. “FYI Son, she is visiting Haiti this weekend.”

Vince looks at Lula and she looks back at him.

“Well this is awkward” Anita mutters leaving the room.

“I would have told yo-”

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” Vince asks.

“Yes, please” She replies.

“Alright. Call me the morning of your flight.”

“Okay, I will. I would have told you sooner but I thought you were upset that I left.”

“I was. Obviously. But that was for 2 days. We’re cool boubout.”

Lula smiles, “I need to finish packing. I’ll call you over the weekend.”

—

As agreed, Vince picks Lula from her house and drops her off at the airport.

“Are you coming back to Cali?” He asks, almost predicting her answer.

“Maybe” she says. Giving him a gentle smile “For real bro, don’t be a stranger.” They laugh, she goes to check-in, waves goodbye to Vince and waits at her gate.

“Going to Haiti too?” Lula looks to her left, to find a tall dark man with a fade smiling at her. She nods smiling back but doesn’t respond.

As she boards the flight and settles in her seat, she sees the same man from earlier.

“I guess we are buddies for the next 10 hours” he says settling across the aisle from her.

“I guess we are” She giggles back.

“Is that man you were with at check-in your partner?”

“Nope, a work colleague.” She laughs “Nosy.”

“Hey, I’m Pierre” he chuckles charmingly.

“I’m Tallulah. Lula for short”

“Nice to meet you, Lula” Pierre grins before settling back to his seat.

—

Halfway through the flight, Pierre makes small talk with Lula. She entertains him, impressed with his craft. He’s also a native of Haiti, just visiting Cali for business and vacation.

“I’d love to show you around and get you settled in, if that’s okay with you?” Pierre insists.

Lula beams at him “Really?!”

“Yes Lula, your love for Haiti has me feeling all sorts and I want to be here to support you.” Damn, this man is laying it on thickkk, she says to herself. “If you say so… but don’t be making empty promises!”

“To you Lula, never.” She smiles looking away.

“Once we land, I’ll get you a SIM card, a second phone and you can use my chauffeur while you’re out and about. How’s that?” Lula stares blankly at him.

“Earth to Lula?”

“Lula is experiencing some technical difficulties, please try again after Lula naps” she replies nerd-like. Pierre belly laughs and nods.

Pierre keeps his promise and Lula is settled within 10 days of arrival. She calls Anita and Vince to check in, drop off the gifts to their relatives and tours Haiti with Pierre.

“It feels amazing to be home” Lula says gently.

“Your presence makes me feel amazing Lula.” Pierre replies passionately. She giggles as they head to the next store to buy furniture for her new apartment.

---------

It’s been 2 months since Lula left for Haiti and even longer since she left p-p with Vince to handle. How tf did she grow this so quickly? he asks himself. P-P had become a six figure profit business and Vince was having trouble keeping it organised. New clients came in weekly, new drop off points were made and the joining fee was more of an incentive for them.

He gets a call from his mom.

“Hey Mom”

“Hi Son. How’s everything going?”

“Not great Ma.”

Vince explains the situation to her with hopes of advice on how to manage the business.

“Son, you know what you need to do.”

“I don’t want to bother her. We spoke last week and she’s having a great time over there.”

“Who else knows how to handle it better than Lula? Y’all were partners before said she was done.”

“I know, but-“

“Vincent just speak to her. In person preferably. You remember when I told you that you’ll-”

“Ma I’m not tryna hear that righ-“. Anita cuts the call before he finishes but sends a text;

‘Just go Vince’

Time is of the essence, so Vince books his flight for the next day. Time is money and I can’t waste it, he reminds himself. He post an update on the forums to his clientele, informing them of a temporary hiatus which will be sorted out by next week earliest.

Packing light, he heads to the airport sending a text to Lula.

‘Hey boubout, I’ll be flying in tomorrow night. Need to run something by you’

She replies almost immediately.

‘Hey Vince! Omg, for real?! That’s amazing!! Aunty called me and explained everything, don’t sweat it. Also… you can’t be calling me boubout anymore 🤭’

He replies back.

‘Yes, I expect you to be my tour guide too. Y’know I’ve never been there before. And why not? You got a Haitian nigga or something?’

She responds

‘It’s a surpriseee! I’ll see you tomorrow!’

Vince laughs and puts his phone on airplane mode, No way she already has a nigga he snickers to himself before closing his eyes.

—

He lands in Port-au-Prince around 7pm. Damn Cali heat has nothing on Haiti, he said to himself. The scenery is beautiful, from the scent of the water and plantation to the smiles on the faces of citizen and the few tourist. He collects his check-in luggage, his mom had more gifts for the family, and walks to the pathway for arrivals. He gets a few stares and smiles “Women are super fine too” he said smiling back at them. He reaches the immigration border, shows his visa and keeps going till he gets to the exit where family members are waiting for their loved ones.

“VINCENT!” Lula shouts excitedly, she sees him before he sees her. Next to her is a man holding a sign board ‘Mr. Staples’, Of course her bougie ass got a chauffeur, he laughs as he waves walking down towards her.

“Hey Lula Tallulah” he smiles hugging her.

“Look at you! Have you been hitting the gym or is your grown man body just getting here? You look buff!”

“You a trip.” He says shaking his head. “You’ve put on a few pounds too, but inna good way.”

“Right! Work stress did not have me glowing this hard.”

The chauffeur takes his luggage and they follow towards the car.

“So you got a chauffeur now? You living good out here cuh.”

“Yes, I am!” She beams “Did your mum give you the snacks and froot loops that I like?”

“Wait that was for you?!” He snickers “I should have known with your sweet-tooth self. Everything’s in the checked luggage.” He reassures you.

Once they settle in the car, Lula points out a few historical facts and tourist attractions around Haiti that they were going to visit. As she reaches for a pack of chips, Vince glimpses at her left hand.

“Wait… you actually got yourself a nigga!” He does a double take.

“Huh?” Lula looks at her hand “Oh yeah! I forgot to mention” she giggles “Your girl got engaged!!!”

“That’s what’s up. Congratulations sè.”

“Thank you Vince! This was meant to be the surprise but hey.”

“I don’t think you know how surprises work” she rolls her eyes at him.

“Anyway, we’re heading to our place for the night. You can stay at the other house in the yard or my apartment if you want.”

“Whatever, I don’t mind” He shrugs “As long as we have a private place to talk. You know why am here, Lula.”

“Damn nigga take a break and enjoy the sights! You’ve been working so hard and so much.”

He nods, she’s right. He has not been on a vacation in over two years.

—

They pull up to a huge yard with three house and a security quarter round the front. A shirtless man dressed in black linen pants walks down as the car parks.

“Mon kè” He says opening the door for Lula. “And you must be Vince Staples.”

“Yeah. Hey.” Vince replies stepping out to get his luggage.

“I remember you from the airport when Lula first flew in” he says. So that’s how they met Vince thinks to himself, how convenient.

“I’m Pierre. Don’t worry about your luggage, the girls will take it.” He says inviting Vince inside the main house “Come, Lula made some food before she left.”

She giggles knowing Vince will have something to say.

“If it’s BBQ anything, I’m taking her off your hands.”

“Try and die.” Pierre laughs.

“Amou!” Lula cautions “No swinging dicks will be tolerated. Souple e Mèsi.”

Lula walks to the kitchen to make a plate for Pierre and Vince serving them, before making a plate for herself.

Once they’re done eating, Vince and Lula walk around the yard as he explains his reason for visiting.

“To put is simply Lula… I can’t run p-p alone.”

Lula freezes.

“Vince…”

“I’m not asking to you join just want you to demonstrate how I can manage it better.” She nods.

“Tomorrow. It’s already late.”

“Alright.”

She gives him a hug as she walks towards the main house, leaving Vince in his thoughts.

Next Part

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Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Boubout = Sweetheart

Sè = Sister

Mon kè = My heart

Amou = My love

Souple e Mèsi = Please and thanks

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[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part One

Here we go again, Vince says to himself as Monday rolls around again. Waking up at 6am to get to work at 8am has been his life for the past 18 months. Monday through to Saturday he’s a pharmaceutical technician. He’s a diligent worker and an excellent staff member, always looking out for the team.

But today feels different.

He stops at the local cafe to get coffee, black with no sugar. “Diabetes is real” He mutters to the barista. He waits for them to make the cup and scrolls through the work group chat to see a message from the branch manager.

“NB for those at Neales Pharmacy! Due to Susan going on maternity leave, we will be introducing a new Pharmacist to the branch. She’ll be with us for the next few months. Please make her feel welcome! Thanks, Baptiste.”

Hmmm…that was quick he thought, finding a competent Pharmacist who was willing to stay on had been difficult but hey, that was none of his business. He just hoped that whoever joined the team wasn’t a bozo. He gets his coffee, “thanks” he winks, leaves a tip and heads to the pharmacy. He notices a new car in the lot and knew the pharmacist was already there. Sliding the door open, he sees a huddle and hears a gentle but lively giggle. Damn, another white woman, he mumbles, when will we get a black pharmacist he ponders. Walking to the back to drop his bag he pauses to glances and froze. I spoke too soon, he says.

“Good morning Vince! Look at the new pharmacist, isn’t she adorable?! And she’s black too!” one of the coworkers said. Vince looks expressionless at the coworker and ignores the comment. The pharmacist began to speak.

“Good morning everyone” she said with a bright smile, “My name is Tallulah but y’all can call me Lula for short. I’ve been a pharmacist for the past few months and loving it so far! I’m glad to be apart of this team and hope y’all enjoy having me around.” Lula’s eyes glance across the pharmacy and connect with Vince’s. That ‘Shining’ moment. He gives her a brief nod and goes to settle in to work. It’s almost 9am so everyone moves to their corners to set up and get ready for the work day ahead. As the pharma tech, Vince takes it upon himself to show Lula around and present the SOPs used at the branch.

“It’s nice to see another one of me here” Lula whispers “I thought I’d have to keep eating sandwiches for lunch!”

Vince smirks and takes in her appearance. Yeah, you don’t look like the sandwich type, he thinks to himself. Standing at 5'8, dark skinned, long braids and hips that make you know there’s something moving in the back, he tries not to stare too hard.

“When I heard you laugh from the door, I thought you were another white lady. Glad you’re not.” He says “You got a little accent too. You’re not from Cali are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” Lula asks bashfully.

“Not really but I hear the twang.” He says making her feel even more shy.

“I’m from Haiti, born and raised but moved down here when I was in primary school.”

“That’s what’s up. My grandparents are Haitian, I guess that makes me Haitian too.”

“Omg, ou ka pale kreyòl? Yay, nou ka fè tripotay e pèsonn p'ap tande nou.” Lula replies excited to meet another Haitian.

“Woah woah woah, slow down Lula” He laughs “I’m assuming you asked if I can speak Creole, right? Nahh I don’t. I’m not really connected with that side.”

“Modi, that’s sucks” Lula pouts disappointed “I’ll just say a new phrase here and there to get you started, is that okay?”

Just as he is about to reply the coworker from earlier interrupts, “This isn’t a meet and greet. Vince, Lula we have customers and patients to attend to.”

Lula giggles and apologies for getting carried away. As she turns to the med cabinet and prepares a dosette box, Vince taps her shoulder and says “I’m interested in learning Creole, thanks Lula”. She beams and gives a little nods before getting back to sorting the dosette.

Now I know why today felt different, he says to himself as he starts to sort the controlled substances.

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It’s been weeks since Lula joined the team; work has been great and his Creole is even better than when his mom tried to teach him as a kid. But as much as she is boosting his work morale, he is still itching for that something special. So he formulates a plan. Over the next 5 days Vince comes to a conclusion…Thrill! The bigger the risk the greater the reward.

He enjoys being a pharma tech but it’s become mundane and tedious. Time to start building he grins. Vince proceeds to write up some notes, going over the 4 pages of detailed instructions on how to execute. He double checks the note and reads the final page, the limitations. For this to be a long term project he will need Lula, in the meantime time he’ll run it solo.

And so he does.

Monday morning, he goes through the list of patients on the strong stuff, OxyContin, fentanyl and the rest. He makes a note of the shady characters that’ll be easier to convince and bring people. Yeah this is foolproof, he nods, why hasn’t anyone else done this?

He heads to work like normal on Tuesday and places an order for the first pack of meds. He looks over at Lula and gives her a friendly smile while he waits for the stock to be accepted and delivered. She smiles back and approaches him. “You’ve been really quiet these past few weeks. Kijan ou ye?”, she’s asked this before so Vince understood, “Yeah I’m good, just working on some stuff y’know. Planning on how to secure my future” he smirks mischievously. Because Lula is new he thinks he can do what he wants and getaway with it, but little does he know Lula has sharp eyes just like him.

She nods back, suspiciously “I get it. If you need to brainstorm or whatever, let me know.” He stares at her. Blankly. She gets a bit uncomfortable and heads back to her corner, confused about whether she said something wrong. “That nigga be on one sometimes”, she mutters to herself and gets back to work. Vince heard he but chose to ignore.

Realising that he was still staring, he looks away. She’s got such a good heart but hella sassy he thinks to himself, if only you knew what I’ve been brewing, you wouldn’t be offering to brainstorm.

The stock comes in the afternoon; OxyContin, Codeine, Fentanyl and Vicodine. He signs for them and leaves the package at the corner of its designated cabinet. He continues with other tasks as they’ll be closing in a few hours.

Lula notices that the meds haven’t been put into the cabinet. “Are these going out to patients tonight?” she asks, about to put them away.

“Nah.” Vince replies.

She brings out the register to check if the entries have been made. She notices that there’s already a lot of old stock and these new ones haven’t been entered “Vince, we close in 15 and this is a lot to write. Can you make sure to enter them in?” She asks tiredly. It’s been a long day and lunch did not hit the stop, she was ready to go home.

“Don’t worry about it, I got it sè”.

Lula smiles and packs her bag, getting ready to clock out. “N a we!”

Just as she turns away, Vince packs the extra stock into his backpack, pretends to write in the register and puts the folder back. This about to be a breeze he smirks to himself as he hops in his car and heads home.

Next Part.

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Translations: (n/b Creole is not my first language)

Ou ka pale kreyòl? = Can you speak Creole?

Nou ka fè tripotay e pèsonn p'ap tande nou= We can gossip and no one will hear us.

Modi = damn

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[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Four

With no prior convictions, a clear record and a reference from past employers, Vince was let out after 6 months. He predicted this could happen but did not add it to the plan, as a surprise to his mom and to monitor Lula. He was not going to tell her that he was let out early. He heads to his own house to freshen up, shave and fix up a little before heading to his mums house.

As he is parking across the street, he sees Lula and his mum laughing as she gets in her car and drives off. He ducks down, Damn, I hope she didn’t recognise my car he hopes, stepping out to walk to his mom’s gate. As he opens the door her hears his mom;

“I thought you just drov-“ she gets to the hallway and freezes “Vincent!”

“Hey Mom.”

“When did you get out? Did you see Lula? She just left! Maybe I should cal-“

“No Ma.”

“Don’t interrupt me Vincent.”

“I just got out Ma and want to see you first.” He shrugs “I saw y’all laughing and looking super comfortable. What’s that all about?”

“She’s been like a daughter to me since you went away, not that it’s any of your business.”

She looks up at Vince. He looks back at her.

“Fine Ma, but she can’t be around here all the time.”

“In my own house? And why is that Vince?”

“…”

“Mhmm, don’t go quiet. What are you hiding?”

“Nothing Ma.” She squints at him, making him laugh. “Okay fine, I don’t want her to know I’m out.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have a reason.”

“Son, don’t play dumb with me. Start talking.”

Vince hesitates, his mum probably won’t agree with his logic but she’ll stick with him. “I want to observe her from afar. Y’know? Making sure that she’s running everything smoothly.”

“You are my son, but you are acting like my nephew from my half brother from your grandpa’s side.”

“Please don’t compare me to Christopher Ma, he extra EXTRA slow.”

She rolls her eyes and walks away. He follows her to the garden as she lights up a cigarette.

“If you’re not careful Vince” she starts, “you will lose a good friend just like you lost this job. There’s tasso and rice in the fridge.”

Vince nods and makes his way to kitchen, contemplating his mother’s words. She right. But I feel like I need to do this, he thinks to himself while grabbing some leftovers.

—

Vince drives around South Cali, enjoying his freedom from the operation and employment itself. Occasionally he walks by the pharmacy to check on Lula, he still hasn’t told her that he’s out. He peers through the store glass to stare at her; she’s wearing a pink tweed skirt and a black turtleneck. Damn Lula, why you ain’t dress like this when I was there, he ponders to himself. “Turn to the side a bit, I wanna check something” he mutters quietly. Just as she is about to look up, Vince turns around and heads to his car. “Has she always been this fine?”He groans. Shaking explicit thoughts away, as he drives off.

—

Lula feels eyes on her but brushes it off, attending to the next patient. She’s been expecting a call from a ‘Claude start-up’ in Haiti. With her share of the earnings she decides it’s best to invest off shore in her home town. I can’t do this for the rest of my life, she says to herself. Once Vince is out I need to let him know. She plans give the operation back to him and exit for good. It has been a thrilling but risking her career isn’t worth the hassle.

Her phone rings, Claude is calling.

“Bonjou Claude, Kijan ou ye?”

“Mwen byen Lula! Are you free to talk?”

“Mwen nan travay, I will ring you at 4pm your time.”

“Okay, thanks for everything you’re contributing. Nou apresye ou.”

“Haiti is my home, I should do more and I definitely will” Lula smiles “I will call back. Ou konnen yo pral koute.” Claude laughs and ends the call.

Lula puts her phone away and heads back to work, “I heard you speaking an exotic language” The nosy stout man says as he lurks around her workstation. Lula stares back at him, “Do I need to report you?”

“Sorry, I was just impressed. Your English is so good, thought you were from here” He smiles and walks away. She rolls her eyes and gets back to work, 5 more months till Vince gets out she encourages herself.

Not knowing that the eyes she felt earlier were his.

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The release date rolls around quickly and Vince is more happy than ever. He has been itching to see Lula, plus his mom keeps bugging him about lying to her. It’s fine, Lula is chill. Plus she doesn’t have to know, he says to himself getting ready to go to the pharmacy, I have to dress to impress. Since the last time he snooped outside the pharmacy Lula had been getting finer by the day. He wears black slacks and a Burberry shirt, subtle but simple. He sprays Versace Eros, brushes his hair forward to hide his cowlick and heads to the pharmacy.

He gets there just after lunch. Strolling in, he ignores the stares from ex-coworkers and looks around for Lula. Why she wearing a pencil skirt today? he huffs, walking towards her.

“Hey Lula, I want to apologise-“

“We should talk later” She smiles “These people are nosy af.”

“Cool. You look amazing by the way.” He says surprised that she’s smiiling at him. Lula giggles at the compliment, waving him off.

“I’ll see you later Vincent”.

Damn, he thinks to himself as he leaves the pharmacy, she might be mad at me.

—

Lula goes home to pick up some of the notes she keeps at her place and to freshen up before driving to the operation apartment. Carrying her notebooks, she unlocks the door and heads in. “Is that pèn patat I scent?” she calls from the hallway. Vince is in the kitchen getting a saucer and fork for her.

“And you made Pate kòde too?!” She beams reaching for one.

“It’s the least I can do, boubout. You’ve been running everything so well” He looks at her thighs. Damn is the slit suppose to be that high?

He pulls her in for a hug and whispers. “I really appreciate you Lula, more than you probably think”

She wraps her arms across his neck, staring up at him. “I know you do Vince.” She wiggles out of the embrace but holds his hands.

“Can I have a slice now?” Lula asks, he laughs letting go to slice a piece for both of them.

Lula catches him up on everything and the improvements made to p-p. Vince is in awe. She turns to get her notebook and passes it to him.

“Vince… I’m out”

He pauses.

“What do you mean?”

“Now look who’s being slow”, she rolls her eyes “It’s been fun, thrilling and exciting but I can’t do this forever”

“If you need more money I can-”

“Oh no! I have so much, I’m almost afraid” she laughs.

“So what’s the problem?” He asks heated “You’re a big part of this being successful, Lula. Look at everything you’ve fixed. Why-“

“Vince, when you started this, you said it is to help our people and the community. I have been doing that. Now I want to live luxurious. Souple, don’t make this uncomfortable.”

“I’m not tryna do that, I just don’t get it. Like why now?”

Lula sighs frustrated with him, her and everything.

“My mind is made up, I have savings and plenty investment to last generations.”

“I understand” He stares blankly at her.

“Don’t be a stranger. Tell Aunty Anita, I’ll visit when I can.”

Lula packs some more pen patat, drops the keys and leaves the apartment.

“Fuck!” He shouts as soon as she closes the door

Next Part

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Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Tasso vyan = Fried beef

Good morning = Bonjou

How are you? = Kijan ou ye?

I’m good = Mwen byen.

I am still at work = mwen nan travay

We appreciate you = nou apresye ou

You know they will listen = ou konnen yo pral koute.

Pen patat: Sweet potato pudding

Pate kode: Meat Pattie

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