Different varieties of Michael B. Jordan imagines. Written in second person. Hope you enjoy 💜

Valencia submits an anonymus confession to a blog dedicated to HBCU'S across the country. So many people log on to pour their hearts out, spill their secrets, and deliver piping hot tea. But all Valencia wants is her fine ass, assistant teacher: Erik Stevens. Who just so happens to be a Que Dog.

Reader and Erik Stevens have an office fling.

Erik serves seven years of his ten-year sentence, getting out on good behavior to finally teach his girl who left him almost four years ago a lesson (A NASTY LESSON)

Amelia packed her things and took a train to Clarksdale Mississippi to reunite with an old friend, Annie. Annie promised she'd teach Amelia the art of Hoodoo. After a month, Smoke and Stack return with a plan to open a Juke Joint.

Older, wiser, and divorcee Erik. He's practically conquered many other roles in his lifetime: fuck boy, husband, military man, etc. He wants a new challenge to give him that spark he's looking for. Online he meets this naive but ambitious (black reader!) college student from Texas. Erik fills that sugar daddy/daddy-dom!/embarrassment kink.

He's supposed to be laying low. A job overseas went bloody, and Erik Stevens-Black Ops Mercenary, Ghost of the U.S. Government-needs to go quiet. He crashes at his little sister's place near Howard University in Chocolate City. But when he arrives, there's a surprise: she's got a roommate. Her Best Friend. She's grown since he last saw her. Grown in all the ways that test a man's self control. But Erik? He's never been good at following the rules...

This is a series of one-shot stories that were requested from tumblr!