« They’re ignoring every rule of classic micro and macro economics. This is the policymaking equivalent of a suicide
bomber. »
— Michael Block, market strategist at Third Seven Capital, from CNN.
Opposition to Trump's crackpot economic policies comes from anybody with a smidgen of knowledge of economics. Wall Street is finally beginning to get more vocal about the catastrophe Trump is pushing.
Summary: a ghost from your past magically reappears…reigniting a flame you haven’t felt in years.
Relationship: Michael Block x black!reader
Warnings: fluffy, romance, ex’s/lovers reuniting, smut, graphic language/use of the n word, unprotected sex, 18+
A/N: so I lost inspo on this. All the stuff I had planned no longer worked so I left it alone for a bit. Then ALAS inspo struck again soooo finally here it is, that Michael Block/Photograph AU joint I promised…
You recognize those chocolate eyes from anywhere, connecting with them around bobbing heads and moving shoulders. Damn that’s Michael; you are kind of surprised to see him. It’s been how long? Crazy…one of your ghosts’ unexpectedly resurrected right before your astonished eyes. His smile so big and bright behind people shuffling around he keeps his sights set on you. It’s been a good minute since you’ve seen him; how could you forget he was that fine shit. Must be that full and well oiled beard that’s got you checkin for him, his hair a little thicker up top and these gold frames that distinctly circled his warm eyes. Hell he’d always been cute but this…this was a minor upgrade from the man you dated. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop staring in pleasant disbelief. You should go say what’s up right? There’s no bad blood between you guys so it wouldn’t be weird right? Besides you can’t lie he had been off and on your mind for a while since y’all had broken up. And now he’s here. Totally out of the blue after you figured he’d fallen off the face of the earth.
Michael looked just as stunned to see you standing there, at the same function nonetheless. He had just gotten in and his homie was already dragging him out all jet lagged. Been so long since he’s been home Michael kind of missed it…kind of missed you. He had no intentions of hitting you up, figured you were long over him but…maybe that isn’t so now that he’s clocked the intrigue in your pretty brown eyes. Everything about you is pretty he’ll never forget. Absolutely crazy over you, felt like ages ago.
“Oooh shit…is that…?” mumbles your sister straw in mouth when she turns to find the object of your attention. She’d never forget Michael and his effect on you either. “You’re going over there—,”
“Oh fuck yes I’m going.”
And you didn’t have to go too far he was already on his way to you. No way he was going to let this moment go without talking to you again. Maybe this was his chance to see if the spark was still there. Breaking up with you was the hardest thing Michael’s ever done. At the height of y’all’s relationship, suddenly he had to choose: new career or new love, and he loved you so much but that job offer was going to set him up for life. Figured he could come back for you. What’s that saying? If you love something let it go? Had a feeling if he did, you’d find your way back to him. You had to…what you guys had was too perfect, too real, to end the way it did. Saying good bye the night before his flight to LA. One last time between your immaculate thighs. Imprint your taste onto his mouth, the sight of your fluttering wet folds into his memory bank. There was no forgetting you. Ever.
“I must be dreaming…” Michael smirks gently taking you by the hands, rolling his heated gaze up your body as he draws you close, “it’s really you.”
“Wild right?” He smells better than you remember, you can’t help but notice taking in a deep breath, draping your arms around his neck, but he still feels just as good you tingle a little. “So good to see you again Michael. It’s been…”
“Ages…feels like.” He holds you so tight he slightly dips his bearded chin into your neck so you can feel him mutter, “still look good girl.”
A prickly tingle dances down and across your shoulder he’s perched on, giving you a tickle. “Oh stop.” You giggle, pushing yourself out his comfortable embrace but he keeps his fingers gracing your elbows. Can’t take his dancing eyes off your body.
“For real though. Took my breath away when I saw you from across the room.”
Your eye roll is just an involuntary response when anyone compliments you but it sure felt good to hear him say that. Liked that you still had that effect on him.
“Anyway…what’s up? How have you been?”
“I’m well, doing real well. Um I was going to hit you but I just got in and…”
“Michael, Michael,” you stop him with a flattered grin, a wave of your dismissive hand, “you don’t have to do that…really.”
“What, seriously, I thought about you…” He was being real with you.
“Aww that’s sweet and all…that you thought about me…buuuut you didn’t do anything about it. Real sweet.” You shoot a cheeky wink and he caves. Can’t argue with that.
“Oookay, okay. You right. But don’t act like you don’t think about me and don’t do anything about it.”
You can’t. “I don’t have your number.” You flatly confess.
“You don’t—,” Michael’s devastated by the news but you did what you had to. You’re known for the drunk I miss you texts. “Damn. Got deleted. That’s deep.” Shaking his head he pulls his phone from his jacket, shaming you with a smack of his grinning lips.
“Oh God.” Eyes roll with a small grin. What does he expect it’s been years. You cleanse your phone religiously. “Don’t take it personally.”
His thumbs tap at his screen with a shrug. “It’s fine.” Because he still had yours, so all he had to do was shoot you a text. “No harm, no foul but uh, now that I’m back…” Your text tone chimes in your back pocket but you don’t go for it. Keep those smiling eyes on Michael simmering behind his tell all smirk. “We can keep in touch.”
Of course he still had your number after all this time. What a sweet little ego boost. Nibbling back an enticed smirk, flickering your narrow eyes from his pretty head to his shiny booted toe, you run back what he just said.
You raise an intrigued brow. “Oh so you’re back?”
He wasn’t telling anyone about his new job offer yet, but Michael’s desperate to keep your attention.
“Looks like it.”
Now this is could get interesting. And you got the time too? Oh…he can be back back if you like and you definitely would like.
“Hmm…” your simmered gaze flickers up and down, “looks like we need to catch up then...”
Michael reads the intention in your words and your crooked grin. Shit all you had to do is tell him when, and he’ll come fuckin runnin. He can’t keep it cool much longer, cracking under your heated stare his smile is just as devious as yours.
“Oh for sure.” He takes an enticing taste his full lips, scratches his jawline as he modestly drops his chin. His cock flinches in the leg of his dark wash jeans. “Just hit me.”
Both of you realize…this is fuckin fate.
“Yooo was that YN?!” His homie reappears at his side, watching you saunter away from Michael who’s still thrown by what just happened. Can’t stop smiling his heart beats as wildly for you just like it did before. Can’t believe this old feeling’s back.
“Hell yeah it is…” Michael hums taking a drink from his glass, checking out your ass in those jeans as you candidly talk to your sister.
“Talk about a blast from the past.” He gulps down his beer, dropping a hand on Michael’s frozen lanky frame. “So what’s up you still feelin her?”
“Fuck yeah he’s still feelin me.” You chortle to your sister who was dying to know every little detail about your encounter with your “what-could-have-been.” “He still has my number girl. Look.”
Opening your texts, you pull up his message and shove your screen in her face, suppressing a goofy smirk.
Don’t keep me waiting…
Your sister rolled her eyes so hard at that weak ass text. “Are you fuckin serious?”
“As a heart attack.” He knows you’re probably over there talkin shit about his text but he didn’t know what else to say. Michael thought it was cheeky enough to hold your attention. “She’s that girl, you know…the one that got away…”
“The one that got away yeah, yeah I know the story.” He finishes with Michael, over hearing those five words for the thousandth time. “So what’re you gonna do my guy?”
Your screen illuminates your mischievous grin, the pads of your fingers typing away at your keyboard. Your heart skips a beat or two…or three, already fantasizing about all the scenarios that could play out if you tell him to come through. There’s only one thing to do.
Your lips smack. “What do you think I’m gonna do…” Bucking your brows you glance up from your screen, pressing send.
“Damn tonight?!” His homie clutches his chest. “She’s wasting no time.”
Michael sighs a smitten smirk, eyes darting up from his illuminated screen to look back at you glancing over your shoulder back at him. “Mmph I know…”
That’s what he liked about you. If you know what you want, you don’t hesitate. He was hoping you’d be prompt with your reply for he really didn’t want to wait, planning on hitting you up as soon as he left this party anyway. No need to waste time…
“So you not gonna trip if I…” You and Michael ask together, motioning that you’re about to dip.
“No of course not.” Your sister and his homie shrug, not surprised that this is the result of you two bumping into each other.
“You are an angel.” You boop your sister on the nose before you go.
“Hit me up when you resurface.” His homie daps him up with a smile.
Outside the spot, you and Michael meet at the curb with modest smiles, stifling back silly laughs. Y’all are too out of your minds stunned that y’all are looking at each other, so excited all you can do is just giggle.
“Your spot or mine?” He asks, resisting his flirty smile.
You wave your phone out in front of you. “Uber’s already on the way. So…”
“Yours it is then.” But then Michael yawns so big it’s concerning.
“Sure you aren’t too tired?” You poke, checking the timing on your ride, checking the time period. It is pretty late and he told you he just got into town. But Michael’s determined. Fuck his jet lag.
“Nah…definitely not…” Catching you off guard, he quickly fastens his arm around your hips and yanks you into his side, grinning at your surprised gasp. “Never too tired for you…”
The tension in the backseat of that car was poppin the whole ride back to your spot. Fingers loosely locked between you two on the seat, you and Michael keep up with small talk. Him telling you all about his new job transfer. His life back in LA. Your life in NYC. Trying to ignore the growing arousal stirring so deep in your loins because god how you wanted to mount him. The way he looked at you, so smoking hot you were almost sweating under his stare as you guys quickly caught up. You’re getting antsy, toes wiggling in your shoes. Michael feels your simmering heat from where he sits and his mouth watered. Driving each other crazy but pretending to be oblivious to the ever growing pressure as you guys chat on. How Michael used to feel, used to taste…that’s the only thing on your mind as the driver arrives outside your place.
“Nice bourbon.”
Michael compliments as he smacks his burning lips, scoping out the changes you’d done to your place. He wasn’t sure what to talk about. Now that he’s here, he’s a little anxious. Lowkey, he’s over the small talk. Mans was ready to get down to business.
“Figured you’d like it.” As you take a seat on your couch, you unlock your phone to play some music. “A fancy gift from a client.”
“Tastes fancy.” Michael smirks sitting next to you, draping his long slender arm behind your tense shoulders. Tempted to brush his fingertips over the back of your neck. “You like to impress your boy…”
You smack your lips, sitting your glass on your end table. “I like to impress period. You ain’t special nigga…”
Michael hums a chuckle behind the rim of his glass. “Won’t let me make it…hmm…you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Guess not…” you grin at him over your shrugging shoulder, “that a bad thing?”
“From where I’m sitting…nah…not at all beautiful.” Michael traces the lining of your jaw with the edge of his index finger, admiring your beautiful complexion, grinning at the way you affectionately cut your eyes over at him like you don’t want to give in. But the closer he inches in to your inviting mouth, the closer you’re about to. “Always liked you for who you are…inside and out.”
“Yeah?” You pant moistening your lips preparing for impact.
Michael smirks with a little nod, “Yeah…” cupping the side of your face, guiding you in for the softest reunited kiss of your life. He holds you so gently between his plump lips, savoring your taste after being estranged for so long. Questioning why did he ever let you go. Everything from your scent to your weak breath he missed so much. Can’t believe he’s gone on this long without you. Falling into this kiss you push up out your seat, sighing heavily as you caress his lush beard. Skin on absolute fire. You can’t believe that he’s groaning into your mouth, wrestling with your tongue, pushing the hem of your shirt up your hunched back. Michael hums a little chuckle as he feels your sensitive touch on his hard on. Fuck you wanted him badly. Starving, biting down on his fat bottom lip, squeezing his dick. Forcing him back down onto the couch, climbing atop his lap he’s pulling your top over your head as you’re reaching back to unhook your bra. Huffing hysterical breaths you and Michael can’t stop astonishingly staring into each other’s dark brown eyes, getting undressed in a dazed hurry.
“Are we doing this?” You draw down his zipper, your knuckles grazing his cock that throbs behind your faint touch.
He lightly chuckles, “Feels like it…” rolling his hips up to press himself into your cupped palm. Gasping aloud when you slightly grip him, tugging him out of his boxers. Your mouth waters as the pad of your thumb rolls over the precum dripping from the slit of his throbbing cock. Michael forces himself up to wiggle out of his pants, attaching himself to suck at your throat, take in your fragrance with a quiet moan.
“No like…are we…” your head and eyes rolls back when Michael finds your spot on your neck, slow stroking his girth with soft beats of breath, “are we really doing this…again…”
Sure he just got back and you didn’t want him to feel rushed, but due to how right this all still feels, you can’t help but want more already. The relationship was so effortlessly good back then how could you not be curious if history can repeat itself. You’d want that back, yeah why not. You’re single and he’s clearly single if he’s beneath you like this. No one has ever been as good to you as him. You spiral and he moans, gripping your waist his hips buck under your thighs, ready to be inside you.
“Is that what you want?” Michael sighs brushing his lips back and forth, licking at your skin as he rocks your hips over his length. Panties so wet they’re practically useless, the crotch distorted with each rigid hump. His hot veiny skin petting at your dripping slit. One false move...
Mewling aloud a little you eagerly nod, “yeah think so…” maneuvering your rolling hips over his cock, biting the edge of your bottom lip so hard it hurts. Desperately need Michael inside your vibrating pussy you seek out its bulbous head so you can fill yourself.
“Me too baby…” Micheal bobs his head to meet your closed eyes, forcing you to look at him by clutching your chin, “hear me? I missed you so much baby.”
His lips so big and luscious engulfs yours for another deep meaningful kiss so not only could your hear his words, you can really feel them too. Breaths loud through flaring nostrils, muffled whines and grunts stuffed behind knotted tongues, his sticky wet tip of his cock meets your throbbing entrance. You break your lip lock with a shocked gasp, tears burning your lashes from his weight pushing through your dripping folds.
“Missed you too Mikey fuck!”
A slow burning tingle falls up and down your spine as he begins to shallowly pump you. His luscious pink lips near yours, lowly growling as your wetness carefully drips down his veiny shaft.
“Oh fuck.”
Michael strokes a little deeper, filling you to the brim with an airy sigh.
“Ssshhhit.”
You cling onto his shoulders, gently mewling into his parted lips. Can’t help but notice how incredibly wet you get around his fat dick contracting against your fluttering walls. Fuck you forgot how dummy good he felt stretching you out.
“Never stopped wanting you,” he sputters at your puckered lips, roughly gripping your rolling hips, “you’re all I think about…”
Taking a deep breath with a sensual moan you fall back into a passionate kiss, shoving your tongue as far as it can go over his. Eager to taste his sweet words. His want quickens your motions, feeds your ego. After all that time apart, and you’re still the only girl on his mind. Made you swoon, made you hornier.
“Oh fuck Michael.” Your muscles tremble as your head falls back with a sigh. “Oh fuck fuck me...”
He wraps an arm around your hips and yanks you down with him, bucking his greedy hips, slapping at your soaking wet folds.
“Be mine again baby.” Fucking you with everything he’s got he softly growls into your ear, your constant wailing filling your living room over the music. “I’ll never let you go again—fuuuuck—I promise. Can’t lose you again…”
You fist the cushion with a high pitched yelp, bracing yourself for the hardest orgasm of your life. Core so stiff, on the verge of breaking, and Michael holds you with shaking arms, just about to bust with you. Howling and gasping for him not to stop.
“Fuck. Don’t. Stop. Shit!”
Popping the hilt of his dick against your swollen clit with each sharp shrill. Each blunt pump drawing you closer your gushing walls choke his girth. You didn’t want to lose him again either. You didn’t want to be without him ever again this was your guy. Maybe the love of your life. Each other’s could have been. A true shot at redemption and the two of you couldn’t be any happier. He’s already planning what to cook you for breakfast as he starts to tremble beneath you, his groans increasing slamming into your weeping hole. Arching your lower back you sit up on a hand so he can hit you at a deeper angle, so he can watch you fall apart.
“Aww fuck yessss Michael! Yes baby yessss.”
Losing your mind, and your body you squirt all over his cock and balls, hyperventilating with hard breaths just as he shoots his hot load with a noisy,
“God! Fuck!” Jerking his boney hips into yours convulsing in his strong hold. Blinking tears clear from his curly lashes so he can see you smiling so sweetly down at him. You missed the way he came it was so beautiful to watch. Reaching for your clammy cheek, he shots a tired grin back at you. “What.” He asks still catching his breath, affectionately soothing his thumb over your pretty skin.
You didn’t have to say it. You still can’t believe that he’s back, that y’all are back and it makes you even weaker in your sore knees. Shaking your head you lay back down on his heaving chest and say,
“Happy…that’s all…”
Michael nods, resting his bearded chin atop your head as he holds you so close. He’d been ready and waiting for this moment for so long. No way in hell he wasn’t going to soak it all in.
This week, we're going down memory lane and looking at the picturesque pair that is Mae Morton and Michael Block, from the romantic drama The Photograph.
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Thankfully I’m surrounded by the comforting presence of my family.
Right now, the lesson for me continues to be about growing through the ebbs and flows of life.
They say to learn by experience and not by mistake. Take accountability for your part and learn to be fluid through change.
The previous week I felt like my head was spinning, not peaceful and kind of restless. So many thoughts at night, which may be connected to me being a bit inconsistent with not getting up early for meditations. It’s definitely time for a new vision board and getting back to my studies of Joe Dispenza.
Outside of that, I feel grateful, and I’m ready to get in balance with myself again.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･VENUSIAN CINEMATIC REVIEW:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
The Photograph, a romantic drama film written and directed by Stella Meghie. Its cinematography shots reminded me of favorite Old Hollywood movies, and the script lines were very on current for modern-day LDRs. Personally, I love neo-soul, the sultry type of music soundtrack was perfect for each scene which was put together by a multi-Grammy songwriter and record producer, Robert Glasper. In the movie, Mae Morton (Issa Rae), and her co-star Michael Block (Lakeith Stanfield) connect over his journalism piece covering footage of Christina Eames, Mae Morton’s recently passed mother. There were moments to laugh and cry. And on top of that, many nostalgic feelings since I use to buy so much film in college and write handwritten letters. It honestly made me think about starting up again. There are so many cute scenes-- that little red light studio 🥺 I think we all need more Love Jones type of movies in our lives nowadays. It’s so refreshing to see a quality cast like Lil Rel Howery in Get Out and Y’lan Noel from Issa Rae’s produced HBO show, Insecure. I definitely recommend 10/10.
hope you enjoyed this week’s Venusian Sunday, only on a Monday (✿◠‿◠)
