Pairing: Collin Hoskins x OFC Black!Reader (Shauna Lewis)
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Summary: Shauna hasn’t had this craving in five years.
Requested: No. Got this idea from a TikTok.
Word Count: 626
Dividers: Me 💁🏽♀️
“Mommy, can we get those red thingys I like?” Zan asked, Shauna smiled as she undid the straps of his car seat. He immediately jumped out of the car.
“Those are called plums, baby. Yes, we can get some.” Shauna grabbed Zan’s hand as they walked into the grocery store.
“Do you think Daddy gonna want anything?” Shauna couldn’t hold back the smile that was forming on her face. It’s been about a few months since Collin and Shauna got engaged and ever since they told him, Zan’s been going around telling anyone who would listen that Collin was going to be his new Daddy.
“He did say he wanted some ice cream for dessert tonight.” Shauna huffed as she lifted Zan into the shopping cart. She had to use a little bit more effort than usual, Zan seems to be going through a growth spurt.
“You know what else sounds good to Mommy?”
“What?”
“We can make ice cream floats.”
“What’s that?”
“You pour soda into a cup and then put a scoop of ice cream on top. Mommy used to even add some cherries and whipped cream.”
“Mommy, I think you’re making this up. I never seen-ed you maked that before.” Zan frowned
“Well the last time Mommy had an ice cream float you were in Mommy’s tummy…” Shauna trailed off as the realization hit her.
She hasn’t had that craving since she was pregnant with Zan. God, she used to have these things at least once a day and it to be Cherry Coke and Breyer’s ice cream with Redi-Whip, whipped cream and maraschino cherries.
Pairings: Miles Tuner x Ashley Turner Collin Hoskins x OFC Black!Reader (Shauna Hoskins)
Chapter Rating: M for strong language 18+ Minors DNI
Dividers: Me💁🏽♀️
Chapter List Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Next Chapter
Miles watched as Ashley stepped out of the restroom wiping her hands on her jeans and make her way back to the arcade. She had been avoiding him since they got the pizza. It was killing him that she hasn’t told him why Andre called. He knew that whatever it is, it wasn’t good. If his case hadn’t been dropped, Miles would still be prison for another year. He would’ve missed five birthdays for Sean. Five years without being with Ashley. His mom. Trish.
“Miles,” Miles looked up and Collin was practically shoving Solace in his face.
“Come on bruh, I’m not changing no diapers.”
“Ain’t nobody asking you to change no diapers. Just hold her man.”
"Why?” Miles frowned
“Just take the baby, bruh.” Collin insisted. Miles rolled his eyes and took Solace from Collin. She stared at him as if trying to remember him before grabbing his nose.
“So you’re gonna try and take my nose? Huh?”
“Feel better?” Miles gave in as he kept playing with Solace.
“Yeah, takes me back to when Sean was this little.”
“Aight, now air out. What’s up with you and Ash?”
“Aint nothin' wrong, we cool.”
“You sure? That don’t look like cool.”
“Man we good.” Miles stressed
“You know you can talk to me about anything.”
Miles opened his mouth to but immediately closed it before simply nodding his head.
“I know bruh.”
“Good, can you hold her while I pull the car up?” Miles nodded again before Collin jogged outside
“Guess it’s just you and me, Solace. Don’t tell your Mommy and Daddy but your Uncle Miles gonna show you how to play spades cause your parents ain’t better than me.”
From across the bowling alley Ashley stood by the arcade watching Miles. She knows she has to tell Miles sooner or later about Andre wanting to stay with them, but she knows that the answer will be no. A part of her wants to say no and to leave them alone but she heard his voice over the phone and he sounds different, like the old Andre before he got caught up in all this mess.
“Ash, what’s going on?” Shauna questioned pulling her friend out of her thoughts
“Nothin.”
“Why the hell you over here then, you only bowled one round.”
“Just keepin’ an eye on the boys. You know I just saw this true crime story about these two kids who were taken out the arcade.”
“Really? Ash you can’t even watch Law & Order let alone true crime.”
“You can never be too sure.”
“Ashley, be for real. Come on talk to me.” Ashley moved closer so that the boys wouldn’t hear her.
“Andre called me.”
“Your brother?”
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since that time he popped up at Sean’s 7th birthday party.”
“What did he want?” Ashley opened her mouth to respond. When Collin called out to Shauna.
“Babe, I got the car ready.”
“Call me later?” Ashley nodded her head, “Zan, let’s go.”
“Come on Mom. One more game.”
“Boy, if you don’t come on. Don’t make me get your dad.” Zan huffed before hugging Sean to run over to Shauna.
“Say bye to your auntie.”
“Bye Auntie Ashley.”
“Bye, Zan. Maybe your mom and I can plan a sleepover for you and Sean.”
“Really?” Ashley nodded her head. Not without earning a playful eyeroll from Shauna. Zan ran off to Collin to tell him.
“So, they gonna tear up your house, right?” Shauna teased, the two women hugged. “You know I’m here for you girl.”
“I know.” Ashley watched as Shauna and Zan walked over to Collin. Miles came back inside and motioned his head toward the door. Ashley nodded, turning to Sean.
“Sean, come on. Let’s go. It’s getting late.”
In the car the silence was anything but peaceful. Sean keeps stealing glances at his parents from his switch, he was old enough to know when his parents weren’t good. This was one of those times.
Miles kept his eyes on the road the entire time. Ashley’s eyes were between the window and the rearview mirror, keeping an eye on Sean.
“So, you really not gonna tell me what he wanted?” Miles started
“We’re not having this conversation right now.” She stressed
“So, when Ashley?”
“Not now.” Miles tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
“Whatever it is the answer is no. I’m not putting up with him—”
“Miles!” Ashley hissed through her teeth “We’re not doing this right now.” She said motioning to Sean who was clearly pretending to be on his phone in the backseat.
“I’m saying, why wait unless you really considering what he’s asking.” Ashley sat back and looked out the window, choosing not to answer because the truth is she was considering it.
“Ash. Ashley.”
“Miles, I swear to God.” She stressed. There was a brief silence in the car before Sean spoke up.
“You guys okay?”
“Yeah.” They both said simultaneously. They looked each other briefly before looking straight ahead. Both agreeing silently that they would continue later.
When they got home Sean raced through the door. Miles and Ashley trailed behind him, looking but not talking.
“Go ahead and go to your room, Sean.” Ashley said, Sean groaned in response.
“Can I stay up a little bit? Amir just texted me they’re about to get on a game.”
“It’s way too late for the game, tell them you’ll play tomorrow.” Sean huffed and was about to say something else when Miles gave him a look and he closed his mouth, defeated
“Okay.”
“Alright, now get on to bed.” Sean dragged his feet as he walked to his room. Miles and Ashley waited until Sean closed his door before both heading to the kitchen. Miles sat at the kitchen table while Ashley started to wash some dishes she didn’t get to before bowling. They stood in the tension filled silence as Miles scrolled aimlessly on his phone.
Ashley sighed, now that they were finally alone Miles didn’t want to the be the first one to bring it up.
“So, you not gonna talk now? You had so much to say in front of an audience.”
“I’m waiting on you, babe. You said later, .” Ashley rolled her eyes
“I don’t have time for this childish bull shit. What do you wanna know Miles?”
“You know what I wanna know. Why did he call you?”
“He wants stay with us for his probation.” Ashley muttered. Miles went wide eyed
“I know I’m hearing things. Say that again.” Miles stood up
“Miles don’t make me say it again.”
“No, because I thought you said, that he wants to stay with us for his probation.”
“Miles, I know how this sounds.”
“He go to a halfway house? Hmm, I wonder why.”
“That was years ago.”
“And yet here we are.” They both stared at each other, breathing heavily neither one of them wanting to give in.
“He’s not staying here.” Miles said definitively he took a long swig of his beer and stormed out of the kitchen, Ashley hot on his trail.
“So, that’s it then? What you says goes? End of discussion.”
“Ash, he’s not staying here. I can’t believe you’re even considering it.”
“He’s my brother! What am I supposed to do? Let him stay out in the street!”
“That’s the life he chose and that’s not your responsibility! That’s your fucking problem you always taking care of him. He’s not a baby, Ashley. His own choices got him here.”
“You don’t think I know that!”
“Do you? Or did you forget what happened four years ago?”
“That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is that I could be still be locked up!”
“You don’t think I know that?”
“No you don’t! You ain’t take the fall!” Miles yelled taking Ashley back
“It could’ve been five years without you, Sean, my mom, Trish! You think I wanted to see my son grow up through a glass? You think that’s how I wanted to propose to you?! Marry you? 48 hours once a month. That’s it. That’s all I would’ve had to hold on to for five years and you want to invite that back into our home?”
“I was just as pissed off as you. I haven’t even spoken to him since Sean was 7. But he’s my brother Miles. I promised my mom—”
“I know that you’d take care of him. Come the fuck on Ash! Think about Sean do you really want him around this?”
“I am thinking about Sean, you don’t know how hard this is for me!”
“It shouldn’t be that hard Ash! He’s not coming here.”
“You’re acting like I already made a decision!”
“Shit, it seems like it. At some point Ashley you gotta pic between being his sister and being my wife!”
Before Ashley could respond they heard a door shut. Both of their heads turned toward the sound and they inwardly groaned. Sean’s door. They both looked at each other, with nothing left to say; having already said too much and too stubborn to admit it.
“Good night.” Ashley said quietly before going back to the room and shutting the door behind her. Miles stared at the door—longer than he wanted to. He wanted to go after her but his feet wouldn’t allow him to move.
On the other side of the door. Ashley’s hand hovered over the knob. Instead, she snatched her hand away, pressing it to her chest like it burned.
She plopped down onto the bed and groaned in frustration. The apartment stayed quiet after that.
Miles didn’t sleep much. Not really.
Every time he shifted in the bed, he half-expected Ashley to turn toward him. She didn’t. Her back stayed to him, rigid, like sleep never quite came for her either.
At some point, the hum of the city outside softened into early morning stillness.
And just like that, it was the next day.
The alarm went off. Too soon. Miles was quick to turn it off. Already awake. He exhaled slowly and sat up.
In the kitchen, Ashley stood at the counter, already packing Miles’ breakfast and lunch. A travel mug sat waiting for him to grab.
Miles walked in. They looked at each other, nodded once, and mumbled a quiet good morning before moving around the kitchen like muscle memory took over where words didn’t.
“Sean up?”
“Yeah. I woke him up.”
“Good.”
They moved in silence, careful not to bump into each other.
“I gotta head out earlier today,” Miles said. “I need the car.”
Ashley’s jaw tightened.
“How am I supposed to pick up Sean and take him to karate after school?”
“I can take him.”
“But it’s easier if I do,” she said. “I get off before school lets out. Why can’t you ride with Collin?”
“He’s at the San Leandro location today.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t find out until this morning.”
Ashley exhaled through her nose.
“So what about me?”
“I gotta be at work, Ash.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Miles’ tone sharpened. “That’s not my problem.”
“It kinda is.”
“Ashley, I don’t have time—”
“Mom! Where’s my homework?”
“In the living room!” she called back, not taking her eyes off Miles.
She turned away first, shaking her head as she finished packing Sean’s lunch.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll make it work.”
Miles hesitated.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She nodded once, tight. “I’m cool.”
“You sure?”
Ashley didn’t look up this time.
“Yeah.”
Sean ran into the kitchen, seemingly unaware of the tension that had been brewing moments before.
“Morning!” he said brightly, climbing into the chair beside Miles at the table.
“Morning, baby. Eat your breakfast.” Ashley set a hot plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him.
“So Mom. Dad.” Sean took a bite, chewing fast. “I’ve been thinking. I wanna go to Hyphy Laser Tag this weekend.”
“Hyphy Laser Tag?” Ashley echoed.
“Yeah! Amir was talking about it at school. Can I go? Please?”
Miles and Ashley exchanged a look—quick, automatic.
“We’ll think about it,” Miles said. “Go on and eat. I’m taking you to school today.”
Sean grinned and dug back in, satisfied.
“Come on Sean! I don’t wanna sit in the drop-off line.” Miles called out. Ashley slowly walked toward him, his bagged breakfast and lunch and travel mug in hand. She handed him his food wordlessly.
Miles hesitated-just a second as if he wanted to say more.
Sean raced down the hall, backpack halfway on his back. Almost running past Ashley.
“Hey, hey, hey. No hug? Kiss?” Sean playfully rolled his eyes. He hugged Ashley and she kissed him on his forehead.
“Have a good day. Love you.”
“Thanks Mom, love you too.”
Sean looked at his parents expectedly. They both raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Mom you didn’t say I love you to Dad. You guys always say that and kiss.”
Why did they give birth to such an observant child?
“Unless, Dad’s breath stinks?”
“What the hell?”
“Mom you can tell me if it stinks. I can talk to him in the car.”
“Get your nosy self in the car so we can go.” Miles handed Sean the keys who snickered and jogged to the car. Miles and Ashley stood at the doorway.
“Drive safe.” Ashely said quietly
“Yeah thanks.”
They kissed hurriedly. Awkwardly. Ashley stepped back inside.
“Hey,”
She turned around
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” Ashley walked back inside and closed the door. Miles stared at the door before Sean honked the horn.
Here it is! Day 1 of my new Writing Challenge. I promise I’m going to finish this one. I turn 30 this month and wanted to celebrate with this writing challenge. We’re gonna kick things off with Daveed Diggs, of course.
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader
Day 1: Voyeurism
Rating: M 18+ strong language, suggestive themes, Voyeurism kink, Daveed’s being a peeping Tom, alcohol usage.
Word Count: 686
Dividers: Me
Daveed sighed as he reclined on the one of the pool chairs that lined the large pool. One week vacation in the Bahamas. All inclusive adult only resort. He just finished recording a clipping album and as usual, he takes a vacation to reset. This trip couldn’t come at a more perfect time as he just ended a five year relationship and all of his friends told him he needed to go away and clear his head.
He took a long swig of his cocktail, the warm island breeze dancing along his skin. He looked around the pool area, there wasn’t many people out, it was still kind of early in the morning. Then the sound of someone jumping into the pool grabbed his attention.
He saw you swimming gracefully across the pool. Your dark skin glistening in the sunlight, boho braids draping down your back. Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, he didn’t want to seem like a creep. He told himself to look away. He didn’t.
You decided to come for a morning swim, something you typically do when on vacation. You don’t mind the large crowds, but you prefer to swim alone before it gets crowded. You saw the man sitting on the lounger before he noticed you. You purposely swam by him, to get him to see you. Even with the sunglasses, you could see his head following you. You stopped in the middle of the pool.
You tilted your head back letting your gaze linger on him before swimming to the pool’s edge. Lifting yourself out of the water the water dripped down your body.
Daveed adjusted himself in his seat now wishing he brought his towel to cover himself. You sauntered to the outdoor shower knowing the mystery man was watching your every step. The contrast of the bright orange bikini complementing your skin.
“Damn.” Daveed muttered when his eyes looked down at your ass. He leaned forward slightly when you turned on the shower brushing your braids to one side letting the cold stream hit your skin.
You smirked when an idea came to you. You reached for the tie on your bikini toying with the string. You glanced back over your shoulder. He was already looking at you not that he ever stopped.
“So that’s the game we playin’?” Daveed said to himself
Daveed raised his drink in your direction before finishing it. You sent a flirtatious smile back as you untied the string. What he did next made your heart skip a beat he took of glasses. Not hurriedly or eagerly, but measured. He wanted you to see that.
Your fingers pause for just a second—like you’re giving him time to realize what you’re doing. Or maybe giving yourself time to decide if you’re really about to do this.
The second string follows.
You undid the other string letting your bikini bottom drop onto the ground bearing your lower half to him. Feeling bolder you ran your hands over your ass kneading and letting your nails drag along your flesh. Your breath catches slightly as you got reacquainted with your body. You locked eyes with him again and he was watching. Still. Focused.
Daveed’s jaw tightened and like his grip on his glass. He adjusted himself as he battled with staying in his seat or walking over to you.
“Fuck it.”
Daveed stood and started making his way to this mystery woman that has captivated him the moment she dipped into the pool.
Wanting to stay in control of whatever you and your admirer had going on. You grabbed your robe and covered yourself. Daveed stopped in his track, smirking.
So that’s what we doin’. He thought to himself.
You offered a wave before leaving to go back to your room. You’re not sure what you’re getting yourself into but you hoped you’d run into your admirer again.
Daveed watched you leave until you were out of sight. He let out a long breath as he sat back down, running a hand over his face.
if you are still writing for daveed, could you do a one shot in a high school au where the reader gets into a fight and Daveed had to seperate it? when u get the time to do it ofc!!
Chile I am so sorry this took me so long to get to. If you hate me I totally understand 😫 I couldn't allow myself to not fulfill this request because as soon as I read it I loved the request!
Girl Fight (High School AU)
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader
Summary: Daveed and his girlfriend never ran so fast in their life
Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI (strong language, fighting/violence and blood)
Requested: Yes, by Anon when I saw this request I immediately thought of the song Girlfight by Brooke Valentine. LOL I hope you enjoy!
“Yo did you hear about the fight?”
“Fight?” Daveed questioned as he grabbed his books from his locker.
“Yeah, there’s gonna be a fight after school, you comin’?”
“Nah, that ain’t for me. I got track practice anyway.”
“I’ll record it for you.”
“You don’t have to,” Daveed deadpanned, the bell rang signaling the end of school.
“Aight, see you man.” Daveed’s friend jogged off. Daveed rolled his eyes and went to go meet his girlfriend, you and Daveed usually walk to track practice together. He frowned when he reached your locker, and you weren’t there. He then walked to your Homeroom and the class was empty.
Maybe you walked with your friends, he didn’t mind but usually you’ll text him if that were the case. Daveed walked to practice and couldn’t help but notice a small crowd in the front of the school, that’s the probably the fight his friend was talking about. He saw a small opening and his eyes widened when he saw you. Braids up in a bun, sneakers on, and earrings forgotten on the ground.
You hastily tossed the jar of Vaseline back to your friend, ready to beat a bitch’s ass. You were tired of this girl messing with your little sister and seeing her shyly come up to you with tears in her eyes was the final straw. Having to pry it out of her, she finally said it was Keisha…again. You had already warned her before to leave your sister alone and you were done talking. Your mom told you to look out for your sister and if ever got into a fight you better win or she would beat your ass for losing.
“Come on Keisha, I heard you was talkin’ shit bitch!” You called out getting into your stance, the plus of growing up with boy cousins is that they taught you how to fight.
“Run up then hoe! I ain’t scared of you, you need to be fighting your sister she a punk ass anyway!”
“Bitch, didn’t I say keep my sister’s name out your mouth!” You threw the first punch, hitting Keisha right in her nose. The crowd of teens howled phones were flung out ready to record the fight. Keisha didn’t have a chance against you, she was getting hit with punch after punch. You landed one final blow and Keisha fell. You were about to kick her and when suddenly you were picked up and hoisted over someone’s shoulder. Kicking and screaming at whoever interrupted you from beating this Keisha’s ass and taking you away from the fight.
“Get off of me!”
“Have you lost your mind?!” Daveed shouted roughly placing you down on the ground.
“Daveed, move out my way so I can keep beating this bitch’s ass.”
“Yeah, you better run!”
“Bitch, aint nobody talking to you! You aint even hit me once shut the fuck up!”
“Why the hell you fighting anyway? You trying to get kicked off the team?”
“She was fucking with Taylor and thought I wouldn’t do nothing!” You shouted mainly to Keisha while her friends wiped the blood off her face.
“And what about it?!”
“Bitch keep my sister name out your mouth before I fuck you up again!”
“That’s why your sister’s a bitch!” Without a second thought you walked up to Keisha and punched her right in her nose knocking her out. Everyone screamed wildly, rushed over with their phones shoving them in Keisha’s face. You lurched forward but was held back by Daveed. Before you could hurl another insult, whistles were heard, and everyone scattered not wanting to be caught by the Vice Principal and school security guard. You and Daveed hastily grabbed your things and ran off to track practice.
Later at home, someone sent the video of the fight to Daveed. At first, he didn’t open the message, he didn’t want to see the fight that got you suspended and grounded. Eventually curiosity got the best of him, and he opened the text.
You laid on your bed, icing your hand with a bag of peas. Suspended from the next two track meets, three day school suspension, and grounded for the weekend. It was all worth it for your baby sister...and the look on Keisha's face when you punched her. Your two way vibrated you reached over and saw a text from Daveed.
Pairing: Rafael Casal x Black!Reader
Day 6: “You can stay over if you want.”
Rating: M 18+ strong language, suggestive language, Daddy Kink, aftercare, smut (oral f receiving, clit slapping, fingering, squirting)
AN: This is kinda filthy, had to see if I still got it.
Summary: What ever happened to no strings attached?
Word Count: 677
“Fuck, Rafa,” you moaned, your hands tugging on Rafa’s hair. He groaned into your cunt, nipping at your clit then circled his tongue around it. He then pushed your knees into your chest folding you in half. His hands pressing against your thighs cementing his place between them.
“I’m ‘bout to cum,” you gasped in disbelief when you felt him stop.
He lifted his head up with the stupid ass smug look on his face that you hated that you loved.
“What you want? Hmm?” He bit at your thigh before kissing the same spot as if to soothe it
“You know what I want.”
“Do I?” Rafa used his thumb to rub lazy circles on your clit making your head fall back
“Fuck you,” you breathed
“That’s what I’m trying do right now, but you gotta say the magic words.” He smirked. “You know what you gotta do.” Rafael easily sunk two fingers into you, fucking your pussy.
You bit your jaw refusing to give Rafael the satisfaction being as stubborn as you are.
“Say it.” Rafael looked up at you and you looked back, not wanting to cave in. He pulled out his fingers and slapped your clit two times causing you to scream out.
“Oh fuck—aah!”
“Damn baby, look at how wet she is. Why you denyin her? You want it baby?”
“Yes,” another slap
“I’m talkin’ to her baby. You hear her talkin’ back to me?” Rafael sucked on your clit—hard.
“You wanna cum?” You didn’t answer him which earned another slap
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then say it.” He went back to fingering your cunt now with three fingers. Hitting that spot that made your eyes roll.
“I can feel her clenching on my fingers. I know you close, just say it.”
Your thighs were starting to deliciously burn form being in this position. You couldn’t hold your orgasm back anymore, the string was snapping.
“Rafa, please! Please, Daddy wanna cum!” He rubbed his thumb on your clit while fingering you. You squirted onto Rafael’s face.
“That’s it. So good for me.” He kept fingering you though your orgasm until you started pushing his head away panting. He kissed your sensitive clit one last time before sitting up to grab you a wash cloth. You instantly dropped trying to catch your breath.
“Damn, girl. Almost had you tap out didn’t I?” Rafael asked confidently returning with a wet wash cloth.
“Set the hell up.” You said trying to snatch the wash cloth from him, while hiding the blush on your face. He pulls his hand back.
“Let me do it,”
“You don’t have to.” You muttered
“But I want to. Why you always act like that?”
“Because it makes it seem like we’re in a relationship.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” You didn’t say anything as he wiped you down. Flinching slightly, still being sensitive, he muttered he quick apology.
Once Rafael was done you started gathering your clothes to get dressed.
“You can stay over if you want.” You snapped your head at him.
“I mean you don’t have to leave right now. Maybe we can get something to eat. Watch something.” You shook your head already turning down the idea.
“You know we can’t do that.”
“Why not?” He pressed.
“Because that’s not what we talked about.”
“So, it’s cool if we fuck but that’s it.” You looked at him confused.
“Where is all of this coming from?”
“Just forget it.”
“Rafael—”
“It’s cool. I’ll see you later?” You hesitated before nodding your head, settling on a quick kiss before seeing yourself out.
The Next Day
“Alright, we’re starting in 3, 2, 1, and…”
“Welcome back to another episode of Reel Arguments.” You introduced yourself and your co-host Rafael Casal.
“Today’s guest doesn’t need an introduction but he’s gonna get one anyway. Rapper, actor, writer, producer-over all an overachiever and sellout. You’ve seen him in Hamilton, Blindspotting, Snowpiercer and most recently Magic Hour. Please welcome, Oscar nominated, Grammy and Tony winner, and unfortunately my cousin, Daveed Diggs.”
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Black!Reader (Sade Thomas)
Day 2: “Relax. I don’t bite.”
Rating: M 18+ strong language, suggestive themes
Word Count: 632
“So you must Chef Sade. Daveed.” He greeted. Sade’s eye twitched in annoyance, she held back her meanest eye roll.
“Chef Thomas,” Sade corrected “Nice to mee you.” She spoke through gritted teeth.
“Well, I’m sure you have a busy day ahead. Let’s get started. Follow me.”
Sade had half the mind to walk back outside but she need this. She swallowed her pride and plastered on her fakest smile.
“Gladly.”
Sade followed Daveed into the elevator, he chuckled when Sade stood on the other side of the elevator. He pressed the top floor and then swiped his key card Sade assumed that floor must have special access to only residents.
“If we move forward then you’ll be given a card as well. You know to make things easier.” Sade nodded, a silence fell between the two.
“So, how long have you been in LA?”
“A few months.” She said curtly
“Damn, and you still can’t find your way around?” Sade snapped her head
“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m just fucking with you.”
“So you must Chef Sade. Daveed.” He greeted. Sade’s eye twitched in annoyance, she held back her meanest eye roll.
“Chef Thomas,” Sade corrected “Nice to mee you.” She spoke through gritted teeth.
“Well, I’m sure you have a busy day ahead. Let’s get started. Follow me.”
Sade had half the mind to walk back outside but she need this. She swallowed her pride and plastered on her fakest smile.
“Gladly.”
Sade followed Daveed into the elevator, he chuckled when Sade stood on the other side of the elevator.
He pressed the top floor and then swiped his key card Sade assumed that floor must only accessible to residents.
“If we move forward then you’ll be given a card as well. You know to make things easier.” Sade nodded, a silence fell between the two.
“So, how long have you been in LA?”
“A few months.” She said curtly
“Damn, and you still can’t find your way around?” Sade snapped her head.
“Why is you building so hard to find?”
“Is it hard to find or you can’t work a GPS.”
The elevator chimed.
Daveed stepped aside, motioning for her to go first, his smile slow and unreadable.
Sade walked past him anyway.
Sade moved through the kithjcen like it already belonged to her. She shrugged off her jacket and immeditale began assessing the space.
“My assistant bought the ingredients that you sent over.” Sade nodded once, already pulling her knives out of her bag before getting to work.
Olive oil warmed the pan. She sliced the shallots thin, precise. Garlic following soon after, the aroma bloomed instantly—familiar. She settled on salmon, quick and simple but she could show off her flavor profile and skill. Salt. Pepper. Lemon zest. The sizzling from the pan as she placed it skin down made her smile.
For the side, broccolini and cherry tomatoes. She tasted her vinaigrette and added a pinch of salt. She looked up and saw Daveed leaning on the other side of the island looking at her, with that same stupid ass smirk.
“Relax. I don’t bite.” Sade thought about her answer and smirked in response.
“Good, then I don’t have to get tested for rabies.” Daveed laugh dryly
“Very funny.” Daveed watched in awe as Sade plated the food with flawless technique. When she was done she slide the plate to him.
“You have a seared salmon garnished with lemon zest. Broccolini with blistered cherry tomatoes along with side arugula and green leaf salad topped with an apple cider vinaigrette.
Daveed took a bite and thought. Then another. And another. Until the meal was gone.
Pairings: Miles Turner x Ashley Turner & Collin Hoskins x OFC!Shauna Hoskins
Chapter Rating: M for strong language, sexual themes and language. MINORS DNI
Word Count: 2.9 K
Dividers: Me 😜 ya girl's been practicing.
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Oakland – April 2022
Ashley was always the first to wake up in the Turner household. It’s always been that way. Not that she didn’t mind—it gave her time to drink her coffee, make breakfast, and enjoy some peace and quiet before the Turner boys woke up. She made her way down the hallway, careful not to bump into one of the moving boxes that still littered the new home.
It’s only been a few weeks since they finally moved out of Rainey’s and into a new home. Ashley was promoted to Guest Relations Coordinator almost two years ago. Miles got his job back at Commander Moving as a mover and driver when he was released. Then, a year ago, he was promoted to foreman. With both of them now making more money, they were able to find a three-bedroom condo that was actually better than the one before and leapt at the chance to move in as soon as possible. Not that they weren’t grateful to Rainey for letting them stay there, but it was only a matter of time before Trish would push Ashley’s buttons—and there’s no telling if Ashley would’ve held back this time. Plus, they didn’t need Sean walking in on Rainey’s nude morning yoga…again.
Ashley finally reached the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to be met with one egg and half a pack of bacon.
“So much for breakfast.” She made her way back to the room and saw Miles stirring. She smirked before climbing onto him, kissing him awake. He smiled into the kiss before taking over and flipping her over, making Ashley squeal.
“I could definitely get used to this,” he said, his voice groggy. Ashley loved that shit. Miles’ hands roamed her body as he moved his lips down her neck until they reached the spot that made her eyes roll.
“Mhmm, no Doja Cat blasting through the walls or your mom’s meditation music—”
“Babe, I don’t want to think about my mom or Trish right now.” Miles continued kissing his way down Ashley’s body. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Wait, wait.”
“What? We need to put the noise maker on?”
“No, we don’t have breakfast food.”
“We don’t? Why we ain’t go to the store?”
“Because when we were supposed to go yesterday, you said it’d only be five minutes, and we never made it out the house.” Miles gave off a lazy grin at the memory before Ashley snapped her fingers.
“Hey, focus. How we gonna eat breakfast?”
“Well, I’m about to eat something right now.”
“Miles!”
“I’ll go to the corner store, but there’s something calling my name right now. You don’t hear it, baby?”
“No, Miles,” she laughed.
“You sure? I think she’s calling me.” Miles leaned back down, but Ashley lifted his chin. Miles gave Ashley that look that makes her weak in the knees. She held his gaze but secretly wished he would give up before she gave in. Miles sighed dramatically before letting his head fall on her stomach.
“Fine. I’ll go right now.”
“Thanks, babe.” Miles hopped out of bed and was halfway in the adjoining bathroom before Ashley called out to him.
“If you hurry back, we may have time to finish before Sean wakes up,” Ashley said suggestively as she crossed her legs, making her long T-shirt ride up to her thigh. Ashley laughed as Miles tripped over his own feet trying to get dressed as quickly as possible.
“I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” Miles gave her a quick kiss before dashing out the door. Not even minutes later, she heard a soft knock at the door. Sean, now 9, stood in the doorway. His curly hair had grown to reach his shoulders and now looked like it lost a battle with his scarf.
“Morning, baby.”
“Mom, I’m not a baby anymore,” Sean groaned as he flopped onto the foot of the bed.
“But you’re still my baby,” she cooed.
“Mom!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop for now.”
“Where’s Dad going?”
“Getting breakfast. Go get washed up before he gets back,” she said, ruffling his curly hair.
Andre was escorted down the hallway of the courthouse; the hum of the overhead lights was the only sound besides the jangle of the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. He entered the courtroom and sat next to his court-appointed lawyer, who looked overworked and probably barely knew his name.
“Now presenting case number ALM-CR-19-54789. Judge Carla Wilkins presiding.”
“Montrell Andre Johnson Jr., please stand.” Andre stood up slowly. He’d done this before; he knew what they were going to say. He knew judges like her—the type that had already made up their mind about the kind of person Andre was—and honestly, he couldn’t blame them. The judge looked down at Andre over the edge of the bench, reading the sentencing sheet. She placed the sheet down and looked Andre right in the eyes.
“You are fortunate to have individuals in your life who believe in your potential. The court reviewed the character reference submitted on your behalf and has taken it into consideration. Mr. Johnson, you have formally been granted felony probation. Seeing as you lack any violent priors, I think this would be a better option than additional jail time.” Andre blinked in surprise. Probation? He was going home?
“You are to obey all laws, maintain employment, meet with your court-assigned probation officer every other week. You will be provided with a list of second-chance employment opportunities.” She continued down the list: check-ins, drug tests, NA meetings, education classes, curfew.
It sounded like he had less freedom out here than he ever did inside.
Judge Wilkins’ voice cut through the courtroom. “Excuse me?”
Andre froze.
His eyes widened.
Did he really say that out loud?
He glanced at his lawyer, who looked both horrified and disappointed.
Judge Wilkins narrowed her gaze. “Is there a problem?”
“Nah,” Andre muttered.
“Nah?” she repeated, her tone sharp as broken glass. “Young man, do you understand what I am granting you today? This is not mercy. This is responsibility.” Her voice rang across the room.
“I could have very easily sentenced you to additional jail time. The only reason you are not already on a bus back to Santa Rita is because of this,” she said, holding up a letter. “This piece of paper, this character witness letter, is the only thing standing between you and a cell.”
Andre dropped his eyes.
“You are now a convicted felon, Mr. Johnson. People will remind you of that fact for the rest of your life. It is your job—no, your duty—to prove them wrong through your actions. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am. Yes, Your Honor.”
“Good. Remand Mr. Johnson for processing.” Andre felt the bailiff’s hand on his elbow. He shuffled forward, chains clinking against the tile. As the door to the holding hallway buzzed open, he glanced back at the empty bench.
A letter. One damn letter. He didn’t know if he deserved it.
Hell, he didn’t even know who wrote it. But he knew he couldn’t mess this up again.
Ashley watched as Sean and Zan, who was now 7, played another round of Mario Kart in the arcade of the bowling alley. Ashley and Miles were both off, so she got the idea to hit up Shauna and Collin to see what they were doing—and it turned out they were free as well. So they decided to all meet up at the bowling alley and give Zan and Sean some time to hang out.
Ashley smiled at baby Solace, now 8 months old, as she chewed on the teething toy in her mouth while sitting on Shauna’s lap. Shauna and Collin had just gotten married a few months ago—a courthouse wedding with a small, intimate reception at Nancy’s backyard. Shauna had officially moved out of the salon suite and now had her own salon. Collin was lucky to get his job back at Commander Moving along with Miles, and they were both promoted to foreman.
“You and Miles gonna have another one?” Shauna asked teasingly.
“Girl, no. Sean is almost ten. That’d be like starting all over.”
“We can give you our baby clothes. I already told Collin he’s getting one more out of me, so he better hope that one’s a boy. ‘Cause Mommy’s all done. Yes, she is.” Shauna cooed to Solace, who laughed in return. Ashley looked longingly. She did miss that stage, even when Sean was younger and she and Miles were superheroes to him. Now all he wants to do is play video games and eat up all her food.
“Mhmm, ‘Sean is almost ten,’ my ass. You know you want another one.” Ashley playfully rolled her eyes.
“I do miss that baby stage.”
“Go on and hold her.”
“No, that’s a trap.”
Collin and Miles rejoined the ladies with beers and drinks for everyone.
“Man, your wife tryna set us up,” Miles joked as he sat next to Ashley.
“Y’all don’t wanna give Solace a playmate?” Collin smirked.
“She go to daycare, don’t she?” Miles shot back.
“Oh, she’s wet. Let me go change her.” Shauna stood up, but Collin placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll do it, babe,” Collin offered.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you did the last one.”
“Thanks, baby. Go to Daddy, Solace. Go on.”
“Come on, Daddy’s baby.” Solace squealed excitedly and kicked her legs as Shauna passed her along to Collin, who playfully attacked her with kisses, causing her to laugh.
Ashley felt her phone vibrate and looked at the caller ID.
DRE
Ashley stared at her phone like it burned her. Her thumb hovered over the decline button, but against her better judgment, she got up and excused herself—not without Miles giving her a look. She stepped outside of the bowling alley before answering the phone.
“Hello?”
“Ash?! Hey—uh, hey sis. How you doin’?”
“I’m uh, I’m good.”
“Good, good. Listen, uh, I just got out. I’m on probation.”
“Good, that’s good, Dre.” There was a brief silence over the phone. Ashley knew her brother like the back of her hand—he needed something.
“Thanks, Ash. Uh, I got a favor to ask you. One of the things I gotta do is have a steady address. My PO suggested I stay with family—”
“Why can’t you stay at a halfway house?”
“They—uh—they won’t take me…not after last time.” Ashley sighed heavily. She hadn’t spoken to her brother in years—not since after what went down.
“I, uh, I know I’m the last person you probably want to talk to. I’m asking because I really need the help. Can I stay with y’all just until my probation is over?”
“How long is the probation?”
“A year. That’s it. Then I’ll be gone. I promise you won’t hear from me again.”
“Look, I’m happy for you, bro. I really am. But I gotta talk to Miles about this.”
“Yeah. Yeah, just get back to me. I’m staying with Tico for now.” Ashley cringed inwardly. Tico was the reason he was in this mess to begin with.
“Let me talk to Miles and I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks, Ash. Love you.”
“Love—I’ll talk to you soon.” Ashley ended the call. She exhaled sharply. How was she gonna tell Miles?
Miles saw the look on Ashley’s face and knew something was instantly wrong. It was one of two things, her father or…
“Ash you right on time, it’s your turn girl. Me and Collin both bowled strikes.” Shauna gloated as she placed Solace in her carrier.
“Cause that’s how we do.” Collin and Shauna did their disgustingly cute handshake that ended in a kiss. Collin slapped Shauna on her ass, “fine ass.” He said biting his lip
“You better know it.”
“Okay, don’t nobody wanna hear that bruh,”
“I did too much?” Collin asked Shauna
“Just a little bit, but it’s okay.” She kissed him quickly before sitting next to the baby carrier.
Ashley never had a poker face you could tell exactly what was wrong without her ever saying a word and she fu hated it.
“Ash, you good?” Miles asked
“Hm, yeah, yeah I’m good.” Ashley glanced behind them and saw Sean and Zan now playing a different game. “Y’all think the boys need some more money?”
“Ash, they fine. They got enough to play every game like five times. Besides it’s your bowl unless you too afraid to play.” Collin said in jest, earning a half hearted smile from Ashley, one that Miles immediately saw through.
“Nigga aint nobody afraid. Y’all afraid to get this ass whuppin’.” Ashley stood up and bowled her two rounds before sitting back down and taking a huge sip of her drink.
“Babe, you good?” Miles whispered
“Yeah, Miles, I’m fine you already asked me that.” Miles gave her a look that said try again.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Ashley Rose.” Ashley gave Miles a sideways glance, knowing he wasn’t going to drop it no time soon.
“Dre called me.”
“Andre!” Miles said a little bit too loud for Ashley’s liking.
“Andre?” Collin frowned “You mean Ash’s brother?”
“Nah, we talkin’ about Andre 3000, he gonna drop a new album.” Miles said
“Oh, oh okay.”
“Mom!” Zan called running over.
“What’s up baby?”
“We’re hungry can we eat?”
“Eat! Yes, I will go get the pizza.” Ashely said jumping up and making her way to the concession stand. Leaving behind confused looks from everyone.
“Fuck wrong with her?” Collin asked. Miles got up and followed his wife
“Can I get two extra large pizzas, one cheese, one pepperoni.” Ashley breathed slowly, the sound of the bowling balls hitting the pins and the beeping from the arcade did nothing to drown out the thoughts running through her mind. She heard quick footsteps approaching her and groaned inwardly. Miles leaned on the counter beside her, jaw tight, arms crossed.
“Ashley, what the fuck is going on?”
“I’m getting the boys pizza.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.” Ashley huffed heavily.
“Ma’am, that’ll be $35.67.”
“What?!” Both Ashley and Miles said in shock
“Forty damn dollars for some bowling alley pizza?”
“Sir, it’s not forty dollars, it’s $35. 67. You gonna pay for it or what, cause I don’t have all day.”
“Fuckin Gen Z,” Miles mumbled as he slammed $40 on the counter.
“Wannabe gangsta.” The teenager mumbled before taking the money and walking away.
“The fuck you say? Bring me back my change too.”
“Miles! Calm down.”
“I am calm!” Miles said earning questionable looks from the people around him. “The fuck y’all looking mind your damn business.”
“Ma’am do you want think or thick crust?” Ashley was taken back by the question, she didn’t even see the teenager walk up to her.
“Thick,” she repeated quietly, wiping her palms on her jeans as the kid nodded and stepped away. Miles moved closer, as if he wasn’t close enough.
“Ash,”
“We’ll talk at home—”
“The extra large special comes with two 2 Liter bottled of soda.” The teenager interrupted…again.
“Let me get a Sprite and Coke.” Miles said absentmindedly
“We out of Coke, we only got Sprite.”
“Then why the hell—never mind. Can you do a fruit punch and put it them little jug thingys?”
“You mean Huggies?”
“Yeah, whatever you said.”
“Sir you have to get the two, 2 Liter bottles.”
“I’m 'bout to—”
“Do you have a fruit punch in the 2 Liter?” Ashley cut in. The teenager rolled her eyes and nodded
“Okay give us that and the Sprite.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“Ash, what did he want?” Ashley sighed heavily, this is the last place she wanted to do this.
“You know what, it don’t matter whatever he wants, the answer’s no.”
“Really, you gonna shut it down like that. You don’t even know what he wants!”
“It don’t matter, cause he always on some bullshit, Ash.”
“Y’all want ice?”
“YES!” Both Ashely and Miles responded.
The teenager returned with two huge pizza boxes and slid them across the counter along with the soda and punch like she couldn’t get rid of them fast enough.
“Enjoy,” she said, backing away.
Ashley reached for the boxes, but Miles put his hand over them first, forcing her to look at him.
“What does he want?”
“Miles, I’m not doing this here.”
The moment stretched between them, thick as smoke.
Then—
“Mom!”
Sean’s voice cracked through the tension. He and Zan were racing toward them, laughing, already sweaty from the arcade.
Miles stepped back instantly, reflexively smoothing his shirt, wiping the conflict off his face like it never happened.
Ashley forced a smile. “Hey baby. We got the pizza. Take the drinks and go set up the table, okay?”
Sean nodded and took off with Zan.
Ashley started forward, but Miles caught her hand — not rough, not gentle, just there.
“This conversation ain’t over,” he murmured.
Ashley nodded once. “I know.”
Ashley and Miles walked back toward the table with the two pizza boxes, trying to look normal. Shauna looked up first,
“Damn, what took y’all so long—oh.” Her eyes flicked from Ashley’s stiff posture to the look on Miles’ face.
“Y’all good?”
“Yeah.” Miles said stiffly, setting the pizzas down.
“You sure guys good?” It was Collin’s turn to ask.
“Ain’t nothing to talk about right now. Let’s just eat.” “Alright,” Collin said forcing a smile “Come on boys, pizza’s here.” Sean and Zan cheered, oblivious to the tension that was forming around the table.
