cause I got issues but you got 'em too

where a man is influenced to not like black women "We have all been influenced, somehow, of what we like and don't like. You've happened to be influenced to not be attracted to black girls." NBA| RJ Hunter

Blake Griffin One Shots/Short Stories. Message me for requests and enjoy!

Alexandra Simmons is an athletic trainer who recently moved to California to start her new job with the Los Angeles Clippers. But what happens when the teams star power forward enters her life and turns it upside down?

This story is completed! Part 2 is up though, so go read and comment there :) ------ A place for you to request one shots for you and an NBA player and I'll write it for you! I'm taking all requests :) Cover credit to @kingsmaria :)

DISCONTINUED; One-shots about NBA players based on words beginning with each letter of the alphabet.

A book of preferences about your favorite NBA/NFL/NCAA players. I hope you all enjoy!

Typically, they tell you that being the new girl in high school is always fun, but then it results in getting bullied, being hated by all, and also judged negatively. Well, this time it actually is fun. And that's only because she's gets challenged by the best basketball player in the school. Not one on one though. To see who falls for one another first...

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

NFL & NBA Imagines! **REQUESTS NOW CLOSED** *WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT! *Any blocked parts will be posted.*