#Big Shug

[jimhaku]

DJ Krush - Meiso (1995) [FULL ALBUM]

[djevilninja]

Nope, I can't stop, nope, I can't stop to talk - I gotta go, I gotta go, yo. Basically I'm a brother they depend on, lean on, So now I gotta be gone, I gotta keep strong; Always stayin’ busy kid, ‘cause I can never fall off.

Guru's Jazzmatazz feat D.C. Lee, Ronny Jordan, and Big Shug - No Time to Play (CJ's Master Mix)

[wwwdlabrie]

SAT 3/23 - Boston(Cambridge) DLabrie Live w/ Edo G +Big Shug(Gangstarr Foundation), KrumbSnatcha,M-Dot & more @ The Middle East! Get Tix here #RespectBoston

SAT 3/23 - Boston(Cambridge) DLabrie Live w/ Edo G + Big Shug(Gangstarr Foundation), KrumbSnatcha, M-Dot & more! Get Tix here - The Middle East #RespectBoston

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[harrelltut]

Play It (Remix)

[short-and-ugly]

heeheehehe

[kerosene-saint]

could totally be genderfluid of some kind but I do not care enough to find out

[firebarzzz]

Album: Group Home -Livin' Proof - (1994) - Label Payday -

Album: Group Home -Livin' Proof - (1994) - Label Payday -

L’Authenticité du Hip-Hop à travers l’Album “Livin’Proof” de Group Home. 14 Décembre 2023 Le hip-hop, en tant que genre musical, a souvent été un miroir de la réalité urbaine, capturant les expériences et les défis de ceux qui vivent dans les quartiers défavorisés. L’album “Livin’Proof” du groupe de hip-hop Group Home incarne cette essence avec une authenticité brute et un lyrisme…

[diceig]

The Lost Boys' practical effect are all so fun! forever thinking of the flies in Marko's death scene

some set photos of Ve Neill with Brooke McCarter - Ve designed and applied the "holy water burns" makeup for Paul's death scene, and I think she looks proud of it in these photos lol they're very cute.

[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི hick!Rafe fucks Toots!reader back to sleep when she complains about him leaving her so early for work

The clock read 3:00 am. That’s what time you had to be up in order to pack your boyfriend’s lunch. You didn’t have to do it but you promised him. Couldn’t have him eating fast food everyday. You lazily rubbed your eyes as you laid in the bed next to him. The sound of his heavy breathes and snores made you never want to get up but unfortunately you had to. You stumble over to the bathroom, nearly falling on your stuffie that fell on the floor, to do your morning routine and then head to the kitchen.

Rafe woke up to the sound of pans sizzling. He smiled to himself when he pictured his girl making him his lunch so early for him. He made his way over to the bathroom to get himself ready for the day. He walked into the kitchen to find you with you sitting down with your head on counter top. A cup of freshly brewed coffee just for him in front of you. “Toots? You okay.” You didn’t pick your head up. “Yeah daddy I’m fine.” You say sounding muffled as your head was still in your arms. He walked closer to you and starts to rub your back. That familiar feeling of missing someone when they leave, even if they aren’t truly gone, comes over you. Like when your guardian parent leaves you at school by yourself on the first day. Rafe can practically feel your complaints before you let them out. He hears you sniffle and rolls his eyes. “Daddy…do you have to leave?” You raise your head up to look up at him with puffy eyes. Both from sleep and now from crying. “Shug. Look we’ve been over this too many times. Now you know I have to go work to spoil your little cute ass.” He reaches out to pinch your chin. It only made you smile a little. You absolutely hated to see him go even if you’d sleep the whole day and only wake up when he came home. “I know Daddy but I’m just really going to miss you.” His tall, muscular figure is standing in front of you. You wrap your arms around his waist, crying into his work shirt. “You have to be a big girl for Daddy, alright? None of this crying shit.” You never listened when he would tell you to suck it up. It only ever made you cry harder. Only because your tears weren’t convincing him like they always do. You look up at him. Tears overflowing now. “Butttt Daddyyyy!!! Why can’t you stay??? Please, please, please stay!!” He covers his face with his hand. He’s used to this behavior but today you were being a bit obsessive. A bit of a brat. Your hands run down his chest, to his waist, and then to his belt. You hurriedly undo it before he can stop you. You reach your hands in his pants and start to palm him through his boxers. His hips jolt up at the feeling. “Shiiitt angel.” You look up at him with those eyes that are so hard to resist. “Please stay Daddy! I promise I’ll be a good girl. I just need you to come back to bed!” He looks at his watch and then down at you. Such a lovely sight to see. “A’ight angel. I got another hour or so but once that time is up I have to leave.” You nod, biting your lip. You always got what you want, even if it was half of it.

Rafe has you laid out on the bed. Your knees together, pressing against your chest, as he pounds into you so soft and slow. Your whole body shivers around him, maybe it was because of how cold the room was or the way he made you feel. “Daddy! Your cock feels so so good in my little pussy.” You knew how much he loved to hear you say things like that. You were still trying to get him to call in. You could feel his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust and it hurt so good. Your sweet little moans, mixed with the sound of skin slapping, and rafe saying dirty things in your ear, always sent the two of you over the edge. He kept fucking you slowly. Rolling his hips into yours hitting that spot that made you see stars. “Daddy…I-i think I’m gonna-“ your protest was cut short as Rafe gave you a slow, sweet, deep kiss. “Let it out Toots.” You came undone around his cock. Your juices squirting out everywhere, mixed with Rafe’s cum leaking out of your pussy. Your legs shaking. Your eyes watering while you struggle to form a sentence. Nothing but daddy’s and I love yous leave those swollen, bitten lips. “Shh shh doll. You don’t need to say anything.” Rafe pulls you up on the bed, tucking you into the covers. “When dad comes back home he’s going to eat that sweet pussy all slow until you cum again and again. Now hush those little cries and go to sleep. I’ll be back soon.” He kisses your forehead, finds his clothes and gets dressed, before he heads out of your shared bedroom.

Taglist: @fae-of-prey @shawtycoreee @nemesyaaa @drewstarkeys-world @venic-bxtch @bunnyrafe @starkeysprincess @justafangirls-blog @drewspinkbunny @rafecameroninterlude

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 4

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader) Please mind the warnings.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You sit back on your heels and tear off toilet paper from the roll. You quake as you wipe the vomit from your lips. The dull pang thrumming in your pelvis assures you of your greatest fear. 

You had sex with a stranger. Not only that, it was your first time. Forgotten in the bottom of a glass. God, you're so stupid. 

You drop the toilet paper in the water and stand. You put the seat down and flush, dizzily shifting on your feet. You catch yourself on the sink and whimper as you face the doorway. It's him. 

“You ran off, sugar,” he says, shameless and naked. 

His eyes flick down to your just as bare body and you shudder. You look around and grab the towel from the rack, covering yourself. He frowns and meets your gaze. 

“Why are you acting like this? You weren't so shy last night,” he accuses. 

You gulp, “I don't… I don't remember, I'm sorry.” 

He considers you, running his hand over his thick beard. He's a big man, thick and tall; the avatar of burly. His head is shaved close while the rest of him is trimmed in thick fur. 

You gulp and keep your eyes above board. He stands naked and shameless, blocking you in the bathroom, “don't remember?” 

Your lashes flick and you look away, “I… don't.” 

The confession is mortifying. You can't believe this happened to you. No, you did this. You got stupid drunk and made the worst decision ever. 

He nods, his blue eyes dulling, “that's too bad. I… I thought we had something special.” 

“I'm sorry,” you hug the towel across your front, “I…drank too much and…” 

He tilts his head and steps forward. You cower, hitting your hip against the sink as you back up. He catches your arm and tugs you towards him. He's so much bigger and older. Oh god.

“I could refresh your memory,” he growls as he brings you against him. “Mm, you wanna get washed up, sug.” 

“Please, uh,” you writhe, your arm stuck between your bodies, “I don't think that's… no, I should go.” 

He scoffs but doesn't relent. He turns you, penning you in against the sink, your back pressed to the porcelain. 

“So you're that kinda girl,” he huffs, “just gonna run off after you get what you want.” 

“No, no, I'm just… confused. Really, I don't remember what… happened,” you croak as you try to twist your wrist free of his large hand. 

“I was real nice, shug, you don't gotta run away,” he snarls and nuzzles your hair. 

“Really, I just need… some space.” 

“I know what it is,” he grabs your other wrist and pulls your arm from around you, unveiling your body as the towel falls from your grasp, “you never had a man who appreciated all this.” 

“Stop, please,” you squeal, “I need to breathe--t-to think!” 

“Ah you don't gotta play shy, you know I like all of you,” he insists, crushing his body against yours as he holds your wrists above you. 

You whine and wriggle, panic swelling into your chest. Your eyes tinge with tears and you try to yank your arms free. He's too strong. 

“Please,” you beg. 

“How about we get cleaned up. Together,” he winks, “you got dirty last night, girl.” 

“I can’t. Please let me go–” 

He releases your arms, only to grab your hips instead. He lifts you like you weigh nothing and places you on the sink’s edge. You whimper and slap his shoulders. 

“I got you, baby,” he squeezes your hips as he steps closer, “I don’t mind a little mess.” 

You squirm as he lurches you suddenly. You fall back and hit the mirror with your back, the faucet awkwardly pressing between your shoulder blades. You whine and wriggle, trying to bat him off with one arm as you hold yourself up with the other. 

“Come on, honeybee, let me have a taste,” he snarls and pulls your thighs apart, “mm, I like a bit of flavour.” 

“Stop!” You throw your arm out again. “Please, I don’t-- I don’t know you--” 

“Sure ya do, shug,” he grunts as he falls to his knees, “we got really close...” his voice grits out as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, “... last night.” 

He moves closer, his hot breath searing over your pelvis, and you writhe against the sink. Your precarious perch is painful and you fear slipping to one side or the other. If the fall doesn’t hurt you, you don’t know that he won’t. 

His strength presses through his fingertips into your thighs as he leans into you. You squeal as you feel the brush of his lips against your tuft of trimmed hair. You push on the front of his head but he easily ignores you as he dives into your cunt. You cry out and wiggle, your heels bouncing off his broad back. 

His tongue swipes up between your lips and he hums. The noise rumbles from his chest and through you. You let out another squeal and try to pull yourself back on the sink. Your arms shake as his coarse beard adds to the sensation. 

“Pl-e-ease,” you quake out breathily, “I can’t--” 

He purrs, lapping you up messily and he moves his head back and forth, burying his face deeper between your legs. You gasp as the tips of his nose hits your clit and presses into it relentlessly, his tongue poking at your entrance. You grip the porcelain and gape down at the top of his head, your other hand on the close buzzcut. 

Your toes tingle as he delves into you greedily. You want him to stop. You can’t think with him doing all that. You suck in air as your chest tightens and your muscles coil. His tongue dips into you as he rubs his nose against your bud, heat thrumming into your core. 

“I...” you puff and grit your teeth, your eyes rolling back. 

You babble as futility suffocates you. There’s a flash behind your eyelids. That feeling in familiar. That crushing desperation. You see your fuzzy reflection in a mirror and Sy behind you, the dull beat of the club music pulsing through the walls. 

You yipe as his fingers add to the prodding at your cunt. You hit his head and he tilts back slightly, dragging his tongue up to your clit, rolling it between his teeth as he pushes his thick fingers into you. You tug at his ear desperately and he reaches with his free hand to stop you, instead pressing your palm against his head to urge him closer. 

“Please...” you murmur, but he can’t hear you. He refuses to. 

[mon-chef]

A Sydcarmy Christmas.

Happy Holidays everyone! Please share your Sydcarmy Headcannons, I’d love to hear them all !!!

Here are some of mine:

• Carmy isn’t big on PDA, but he has a stash of mistletoe sprigs that he keeps in his pocket. Periodically throughout the Adamu-Berzatto Christmas celebrations, he will pull Syd into an unoccupied room and put that mistletoe to use.

• I feel like Sydney looooves Christmas. As soon as Halloween is over she is bumping carols around the house. She is absolutely making Carmy put on Santa hats and reindeer ears, the whole nine. I also think she takes so much pride in her gift wrapping. Her presents are so perfect that people feel bad ripping them open.

• I feel like Emmanuel Adamu has a fire sweet potato pie recipe.

• Emmanuel thinks Carmy is a wonderful chef, but doesn’t trust him to make the baked Mac & Cheese.

• Richie, Cicero and Emmanuel and maybe Ted (not Neil) perform old school R&B versions of carols, with the harmonies and everything for the family. (ex: Silent Night by the Temptations). Richie and Ted are definitely toasted on spiked egg nog and the older fellas are stone cold sober. Richie and Ted are genuinely trying their best to get the vocals right which makes it 10x funnier.

• Carmy is super uncle. He buys his niece/nephew waaayyy too many gifts to the point where Shug gets annoyed because they won’t have space for everything in the little kids room. He gets Eva the super loud gifts that he knows will annoy Richie

• When they first got together, Carmy wasn’t into the big family Christmases so he would try to whisk Sydney away to really nice vacations so that they could just spend their Christmas holiday one on one.

[gaycavilltheorists-blog]

The stans are shook shugs 😂

Logic and truth over lies

Like I've always said cotswold isn't that big I do believe

And you're trying to tell me shug that no one has taken a sneaky picture of them with a baby carriage? And people on here telling me he doesn't have that much power to keep the entertainment news outlets quiet? OHHHH shugs some ain't right! Yet people on famous fix and lipstick alley was coming for my gay ass because of my theories

Like I've said before Jesus take the wheel 😂

Mark my words, something ain't right and it smells as shitty as the 2024 US elections were

[uncannyencore]

“Pet names” I feel like crp ships would have 4 each other<33

Tw: Suggestive and sexual language 😰😔

Ships:

Candy Pop x Jason The Toymaker

Jeff the killer x Eyeless Jack

Puppeteer x Bloody Painter

Lost silver x Ben drowned

Mary Vaughn x Jane the killer

April fools x Candy Cane

Ciara x Nathan the nobody

Nina the Killer x Clockwork

Masky x Hoodie

Candy Pop To Jason:

Sweetheart

darling

Doll

dollface

dolly

sex doll

Jasey

Pookie

dear

handsome

pretty boy

Jase

Cum dumpster

Whore

Slut

Brat

Bratty Little Slut

cupcake

sexy

hottie

hot stuff

lover boy

Fuck toy

Jason to Candy Pop:

Whore

Darling

Candy

Pop

Poppyseed

Sweetheart

Doll

dear

love

big boy

Jeff to EJ:

Babe

Jackie

“HaWtTiE”

EJ to Jeff:

Babe

Bae

darling

Cutie

PrEtTy PrInCeSs

Puppeteer to Bloody Painter:

Artist

Helen

BP

love

He can’t come up with creative name lmao

handsome

Bloody Painter to Puppeteer:

puppy

Pup

Babe

Johnny

John

Blake

dear

love

Lost silver to BEN:

Ben.

he can’t come up with names, and even if he could, he’d be too embarrassed to use em’.

Ben to lost Silver:

cutie

Gold

Goldie

Silv

Silvey

Pooks

Pookie

baby

lover boy

Mary to Jane:

darling

honey

sweetheart

sweetie

baby

Love bug

dear

love

my beloved

hot stuff

honey bun

beautiful

Jane to Mary:

Sweetie

Darling

Honey

Sweetheart

Babe

Bae

Glorious wife of mine

Woman I adore with all of my heart

Mary

Sugar

baby

sunshine

hottie

cutie

dear

love

boo

angel

my beloved

hot stuff

beautiful

princess

precious

April to Cane:

sugar tits

sweetie

Darling

Bae

Pooks

Sweetheart

Babe

Caney

C.C

Sugar

dear

love

Lovely

angel

honey bun

shug

cupcake

Cane to April:

“MoMmY-“ JK JK JK JOJ KJOKJKKIHWSIONOWI

Babe

April darling

Babe

Babe

sweetie

lovely

beautiful

Ciara to Nathan

babe

darling

Bae

Sweetheart

Nath

Nathan to Ciara:

definitely “Mommy” 💀💀

Babe

Bae

Nina to Clockwork:

pookie

babe

bae

darling

mommy

pooks

baby

love

lovely

lover girl

hot stuff

hottie

Cutie

boo

Natty

Nats

Nat

Clockwork to Nina:

Babe

Baby

Darling

sweetie

doll

love

cutie

lovely

angel

princess

Hottie

Scene Princess

Masky to Hoodie:

Dear

Hoods

Brain

dickhead

Hoodie to Masky:

Tim

Darling

Mask

masked motherfucker

dominate-able💀💀

Cheese-cake mistake.

#1 drug user in this mansion.

babe

sweetheart

[short-and-ugly]

i was kinda looking forward to the monkey straight up mauling dib to death but the slapping works too