#Megan Thee Stallion type beat

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

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Recently found out Hiss by Megan Thee Stallion and Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack have the same BPM

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That’s why it’s this mood ever since December 2022 and afterwards

And heavy on the word fuck!

the way so many men went from “she’s lying, she didn’t get shot” (as if faking getting shot even to ER doctors is super doable) about Megan Thee Stallion to “she did get shot but she’s a rat for saying who it was” is crazy. they were saying Megan should be charged for “lying about being shot” yet they apparently don’t think actually shooting a woman should come with any serious penalties. it’s clear as day that they truly just don’t see violence against women as a problem and they want to punish women for not accepting it.

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PRESAVE “Slide” by Vinnie Chaos 🙏🏽🩷

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Cognac Queen

Warning: smut (18+)

I'm fucking a baller, we courting I'm making it clap, he record it (damn) And he keep on making them noises (yeah) Damn, fuck, shit ooh (fuck, oh)

With a gentle grip, you tilted his head back with your left hand, feeling the coarse texture of his beard hairs against your palm as you positioned his throat perfectly. In your right hand, you held the glass bottle of cognac, its rich brown color catching the light as you angled it above his open mouth. Slowly, you poured it in a steady stream, ensuring he didn't miss a drop.

"There ya go, baby," you whispered softly, your voice gentle and soothing.

As you watched the liquor cascade into his mouth, you couldn't resist the urge to mimic his actions, your lips parting slightly mirroring him. The drink filled his mouth, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped his throat—a signal for you to stop.

You pulled the bottle back, a smirk playing on your lips as he lifted his head to swallow. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the effort, and you could see the tension in his jaw as he forced down the remnants of the drink. He shook his head slightly and let out a shuddering breath as the liquid burned its way down his throat, leaving a fiery trail that led to his stomach. He could feel the intense heat spread through his chest.

You could feel the bristly hairs of his beard still tingling in your palm. He was never really a cognac person; you knew that. Whiskey was more his style—a comfort drink he rarely ventured out of. Yet, here you were, straddling his lap as he took it to the head on his luxurious, comfortable couch in the dimly lit living room. The soft glow from a few candles cast gentle shadows around the room, highlighting the expressions on your faces. The faint sound of Megan Thee Stallion played in the background, weaving beats through the air and your body.

A wave of chills coursed through him, starting at his legs and rippling upward. "Jesus," he murmured under his breath, his voice rough and strained.

You couldn't help but gently wipe away the lingering liquid that had dripped from his bottom lip with your thumb. The cognac's rich aroma wafted up as you did so, making your mouth water. Without thinking, you quickly brought your thumb to your mouth, savoring the taste that you adored. Cognac, specifically E40's 'Typhoon VSOP', was your favorite type of liquor— smooth and spicy, with a warmth that spread through your body and a depth of flavor that lingered on your tongue. It always got the job done, providing a special something that other drinks never could.

Unlike dark liquor, clear spirits always seemed to sit heavily at the bottom of your stomach, their sharpness leaving you with the worst nausea in the world. The unpleasant aftereffects were a stark reminder of why you preferred dark.

You leaned over, carefully placing the bottle on the small table next to the couch. As you did, his hand found its way to your hips, steadying you with a firm grip. Once the bottle was secure, you straightened up, turning your attention back to him.

With a tender gesture, you placed both of your hands on his face, your fingers threading through the black and gray hairs of his beard. Your thumbs traced soothing circles on his flushed cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. You could tell he was already feeling the effects of the drink—the telltale signs were all there.

His lips curved into a lazy, contented smile, and his heavy-lidded eyes flickered with intoxication. Soft, wavy tendrils of hair dangled from his loose ponytail and around his temples and forehead as he gazed into your eyes, his look lingering before dropping to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes again. The feelings were deep and you both couldn't help but fall deeper with each other in moments like this.

Your pulse quickened as his hands slowly slid from your hips, slipping beneath the shirt you wore—a shirt that happened to be his. The fabric, soft and familiar, was a comforting reminder of him. You were dressed only in his oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, your skin exposed and sensitive to his touch. Despite his hands typically being roughened from hard work, they felt surprisingly gentle as they explored the smooth skin of your back.

He traced a path up and down your bare back, you moaned softly, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily as his fingers moved with tender pressure. The warmth of his hands heated up your body the same way the alcohol did.

"You really are the Cognac Queen, ain't you?" he teased. He licked his lips and shifted his hips subtly, the motion causing the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants to press against your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Yup, Megan Thee Stallion ain't got shit on me," you teased back. He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. His laugh was just as intoxicating as the liquor coursing through both of your veins. The combination of his laughter and the lingering effects of the drink made your head spin slightly but in the best way.

His hands traveled slowly from your back down to your ass, his touch a bit possessive. Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping them for support as you lifted yourself slightly, giving him better access. He took the opportunity to grasp your cheeks firmly, his hands squeezing and massaging them. The sensation of his strong hands kneading your flesh made you weak. Your pussy began to pulsate against him.

"Her knees don't got shit on yours either," He lifted you up slightly signaling for you to plant your feet onto the couch. You popped yourself onto your tippy toes and continued to steady yourself using his shoulders.

"You ain't ever lied," you replied while eyeing him mischievously. You started to move, popping your ass to the rhythm of the music that filled the room. Your movements were fluid and sensual, each motion perfectly timed to the beat.

Soft grunts escaped his lips, now flushed red from the blood rushing to his face. His low, half-lidded eyes remained fixed on you, observing your every move with admiration as your hips worked against him. You were completely in your element, your body moving with the same confidence you had when you were out with your friends.

He enjoyed watching you, it reminded him of the way Megan Thee Stallion did when she squatted down to her knees, rocking her hips back and forth. You embodied that same energy, and he couldn't help but be entranced by the sight.

"Can you do that with it in you though?" he challenged with his voice low and provocative while watching his bulge only grow bigger. Slowly, he looked up at you, one eyebrow raised. The question hung in the air, daring you to respond.

You paused your movements, the stillness making the tension thick. Your eyes locked onto his playfully. You raised your own eyebrow in response. The corner of your mouth curved to the side as you were ready to meet his challenge head-on.

"Baby..now you know I can do that.." you stated with pure confidence. With his hands still gripping your hips firmly, he responded without words, thrusting his hips upward once again. The sudden movement pressed his bulge directly against your throbbing wetness for the second time, the friction eliciting an immediate moan from your lips.

"Then show me," he whispered huskily. His wish was immediately your command. Without question, you stood from his lap, slipping out of your panties with a graceful motion. He wasted no time, quickly pulling his black sweatpants and briefs down to his ankles, his dick springing free.

You got back on the couch, straddling him once again, your bare skin pressing against his. The tension between you was almost overwhelming. You reached down and grabbed his hardened member, feeling the warmth and firmness in your hand. A small groan escaped his lips at your touch.

He pulsed in your palm, his dick throbbing with need, begging to be enveloped by your walls. You could feel your pussy reacting with the same desperation, the slickness of your arousal making it clear how much you craved him. You were both ready to lose yourselves in each other.

You began to tease both yourself and him, sliding his dick back and forth against your slit with a slowness. The sensation was damn near torture, each glide sending you to the moon. His hardness pressed against your slick folds, the friction driving the both of you insane. You could feel his pre-cum mixing with your own juices.

As his tip brushed against your throbbing clit, you could see him struggling to maintain control. His breathing became ragged, and his chest heaved with each breath. His tip was already drowning in your essence, slick and glistening from the contact. The sight of him so close to losing himself made you almost do the same.

He threw his head back against the couch, his eyes squeezing shut as a whispered string of curses escaped his lips. The guttural sounds of his moans resonated through the room, each curse followed by a sharp breath. His neck muscles tightened, and veins stood out against his flushed skin as he struggled to maintain control.

"Uhn uhn, baby, you better look at me while I put it in. I wanna see that handsome face," you demanded with a soft rasp. He let out a breathy chuckle at your words, finding it cute how you tried to exude the same confidence that came so naturally to him. He had half a mind to be disobedient, to assert his dominance with a stern "No," but the situation was different now. The warm buzz of liquor flowing through his veins, combined with the intoxicating sensation of your juices dripping down his dick, had softened him. At that moment, he was ready to do anything you asked, completely captivated by the power you had over him.

His eyes flickered open, dark and intense, locking onto yours as you slid down his length. You wrapped around him so tightly, his grip on the decorative couch pillows couldn't compare to the grip you had on him. He clung to the pillows, his knuckles white with the effort, but it was clear that your pussy had the stronger hold. His eyes never left yours, maintaining the intense eye contact just as you had demanded. His brows furrowed in concentration, lips parted as moans and gasps escaped him.

Your stomach fluttered at the sight, a rush of butterflies adding to the dizzying arousal. Your heart skipped a few beats, the rhythm stuttering under the weight of the moment. Although this was what you had asked for, you could barely handle the sight yourself. The intimacy of watching his every reaction, knowing you were the cause, was almost too much to bear.

"I can't. Fuck, wait baby." he moaned out. Roman couldn't believe the words tumbling from his mouth. Was he really tapping out on the first stroke? The pleasure crashed over him in powerful waves. Maybe if you allowed him to throw his head back and close his eyes, he'd be able to push through, to regain some semblance of control. But he was so entranced by you, by the way you moved, the way your body enveloped his, that he felt completely vulnerable in more ways than one. Your presence, your gaze, held him captive, it left him utterly exposed. He fought to hold on, to not lose himself entirely.

You also found yourself melting at your own request. You had never had him begging like this before, and the sight and sound of his desperation was different for you. Your knees wanted to give in, and your pussy pulsed around him, gripping his dick tighter and eliciting another deep moan from him. The liquor had a completely different effect on you than it did on him. It made him weaker, and more vulnerable, while you felt a surge of power.

With a slow lick of your lips, you wrapped your hand around his throat. You began riding him, moving up and down with nice strokes. Your titties bounced in time with your hips. You couldn’t help but use your free hand to grab one of your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipple while you watched his face intently.

He remained obedient, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with awe. They didn’t stray from your gaze, except for the occasional moment when they rolled back in sheer ecstasy, only to quickly find their way back to yours. The sight of him fueled your confidence even more. His moans grew louder, matching your movements.

"Mmm, but you can baby. You can take it.. you're doing so good.." you praised, your voice a sultry murmur. As you spoke, you shifted the movement of your hips, no longer lifting and dropping but instead rocking back and forth. The change in pace earned a very faint whimper from his lips.

You were stunned at how you were able to take him, his thick length hitting your most sensitive spot repeatedly with each roll of your hips. The sensation was almost too much. Your moans reverberate through the living room and with the soft strains of music playing in the background. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex as you loved on each other.

Your knees began to burn, a dull ache that was overshadowed by the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. The signs of your orgasm were unmistakable, and the feeling grew stronger with every thrust. Your movements became more frantic, more desperate, each rock of your hips driving you closer to the edge. You could see the intensity in his eyes, feel the tremors in his body, and you knew he was right there with you.

"Fuck, look at us baby. Look at what you make me do.." you murmured. Slowly, your hand trailed up his throat, the pads of your fingers grazing his skin until you reached his jaw. You tilted his head downward, forcing him to witness the sight of his dick sliding in and out of your slick, swollen folds.

The visual was mesmerizing. His eyes widened as he took in the view of your bodies joined together, the creamy ring of your pussy forming at the base of his length, glistening with each thrust. The sound of your wetness grew louder, filling his ears with the sound he loved the most.

"Only you can make me feel this way, baby," you moaned softly as you slowed your pace, allowing him to savor every sensation. You wanted to make sure he could see and feel the tugs and pulls your pussy caused around his dick. You wanted him to see the effect he had on you, to witness the power of his touch.

In the background, Megan's music continued to play. The beat motivated you to continue, urging you to ride in time with the music, each thrust synchronized with the melody. He couldn't hear anything but the soft, sensual moans that slipped past your lips and the soft gushy sounds of your pussy.

"Baby, if you keep talking me like that, I'm gonna nut," he confessed, his breath still in ragged gasps as his eyes remained fixed on him fucking you.

You made him look back at you, locking eyes with him, a mischievous smirk on your lips. "Then I guess I'm gonna keep talking, baby,"

"Whose dick is this, baby?" you questioned. Your orgasm loomed on the horizon, but you were going to make sure he came first. There was no way you were going to let yourself finish before him.

He threw his head back once more, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to you. "It's yours," he whispered into the air. In that moment, there was no doubt that you owned him completely, body and soul.

"Aht, look at me, daddy," You could see his jaw clench at your words as his orgasm approached. He exhaled deeply, a sound that echoed through the room, before reluctantly lifting his head back up, his hands still clutching onto the pillows with a desperate grip.

"Whose dick is this?" you asked again as your hips rocked faster, urgently driving you both toward the edge of ecstasy. You felt his dick stiffen up beneath you, he was on the brink of release.

"It's yours, it's yours, fuck, it's yours," he groaned, his voice filled with need as his orgasm coursed through him. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he moaned, the words torn from his lips as you continued to ride him through his orgasm. His hands abandoned the pillows, reaching instead for your hips, holding onto you as his climax washed over him, his body tensing and trembling with the force of it.

You didn't let up, still working to chase down your own release, feeling yourself getting closer with each thrust. The sensation of him filling you up only added to the moment, pushing you ever closer to the brink as well.

Now it's his turn.

With a firm grip, he gathered your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail with his right hand, while his left hand remained steady on your hips, guiding and supporting you through the waves of pleasure.

"You gonna nut for me, babygirl?" His deep voice resonated through your ears, igniting something deep in your core. With sweat trickling down your forehead, your body responded tirelessly to him.

You nodded eagerly, your breath hitching as you felt the tension building in you. Every movement, every thrust, brought you closer to the edge, and you were determined to let go under his touch. His hands worked perfectly, one guiding your movements while the other maintained a firm grip, grounding you.

As you continued to ride him, he met your thrusts with his own, his hips rising to meet yours almost in a dance against the music. His movements were deep, each one grazing your G-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

"Daddy's hitting that spot, ain't I?" he questioned watching you tremble on his lap. "There you go, that’s it baby. Cum for me." As your body responded eagerly to him, your essence flowed freely along his dick, creating a trail down it and pooling onto his thighs. The orgasm brought a constellation of stars behind your eyelids.

As his thrusts increased, your trembling knees struggled to support you, eventually succumbing to ecstasy. He showed no signs of stopping, his need driving him to ravish you with endless strokes.

Your head found solace in the curve of his neck, and your fingers tightened their grasp on his broad shoulders, desperately seeking an anchor.

“Please..” you begged, eyes watering as the torture continued. His hips felt like the pounding of a machine, driving deeper and deeper into the depths of your soul.

"Nah...", his fingers stayed entwined firmly in the curls of your hair, with a gentleness that still demanded your attention, coaxing you into meeting his gaze again. He was ensuring that there was no escape from his eyes.

"Since this dick belongs to you," he continued, his tone filled with a possessiveness that sent a thrill coursing through your veins, "you gon take it like it belongs to you."

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FRIENDS… RIGHT? (GxG)

MEGAN THEE STALLION x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which not even an outing with their friend group can stop Megan's teasing that alludes to the night her and June shared together. ✨ | friends w/ benefits type beat. 😛

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"𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔! 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧!" June exclaimed, laughing, as Hayley and Megan laughed with them and Gina chuckled before playfully shrugging her shoulders.

"shit, i'on give a fuck! you wanna ask me for pussy on the first date, you might as well pay these motherfuckin' bills, nigga!" Gina exclaimed, cockily flipping her honey-brown hair over her shoulder, "this car note, my phone bill, my light bill, my water bill — all'um! shit, do sum' useful and i might let you get a lil' crumb of coochie or sum'."

"long story short tho': i left his ass sittin' there lookin' stupid at that table. nigga had me so fucked up i'an even wanna eat no more," Gina chuckled, taking a sip of her margarita, as she tucked her hair behind her ear, "but enough about me, what about you, J? we all spoke about our recent failed dates except you. spill the tea, lil' mama."

as if on cue with Gina's question, June and Megan locked eyes, and the look in Megan's eyes was something enticing, which made June's core absentmindedly ache. they were only friends, right? so why did just one look from her give her a second heartbeat down below?

the effect Megan had on her was something she'd never experienced before, and this ended up being the cause of them having sex on one lonely night after the club. they were both tipsy, one thing led to another, and the next thing June knew, she was on Megan's lap telling her how good her strap felt inside her.

though they were under the influence, the two agreed to never do it again to salvage their friendship. however, it wasn't easy for June to keep her word because of Megan's flirtatious and tantalizing actions she'd do when no one was paying attention, and it wouldn't be long before June cracked under pressure.

"surprisingly, i'an went on no dates recently. nobody's caught my attention fo'real and judging by y'all's dates, i'd rather just be left alone." June chuckled as Hayley and Megan laughed and Gina dapped June up over the table, the two sharing a laugh while Megan's hand slyly slid onto June's thigh underneath the table and gently squeezed it.

June slightly jumped from the contact and squeezed her thighs shut, her heart rate rising while she attempted to conceal their actions from their friends as her smile never faltered. June witnessed Megan slightly smirk in her peripheral and her hand left her thigh as Megan checked her phone.

"good evening, ladies, i am so sorry about the wait, we're really packed this evening," the waitress apologized as she pulled out her notepad and a pen from her apron, "what can i get you four?"

"oh, you're fine, love! but, i'll have..."

—

the four women laughed and giggled as they sat in Megan's living room playing "Fuck, Marry, Kill" with a slight twist — if they couldn't decide where to place somebody, they took a sip of the alcohol in their glasses and pled the fifth. Gina drank twice, Hayley drank thrice, Megan drank six times due to wanting to fuck or marry too many people, and June drank once.

despite how much they had drunk, the alcohol was affecting each of them differently because they were all drinking different things. Gina was drinking Tequila, Hayley was drinking red wine since she wasn't really a drinker, Megan was drinking D'ussé, and June was drinking Hennessy.

since Megan had drank the most and she wasn't sipping on wine like Hayley, she was definitely starting to feel the effects of it, and June knew exactly what was bound to happen once Megan had too much to drink — she'd get horny, and she was extremely vulgar once her arousal started to sink in.

"okay, okay, my turn! Fuck, Marry, Kill: Rhea Ripley, Nikkita Lyons, and Liv Morgan." Hayley smirked, naming female WWE wrestlers since Gina named the male ones, as she swirled her wine in her glass and Gina and June smacked their lips in sync while Megan giggled tipsily.

"girl, off the bat, i'm killin' Rhea—" Megan started before getting cut off by Gina.

"you can't kill Mami, Meggie, c'mon now!" Gina exclaimed as Megan smacked her lips and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"G, i'm not bottoming out for nobody and i'm damn sure not switching! i'm gon' be the only top around this motherfucka', do you hear me?" Megan exclaimed, laughing, as the three women laughed with her and Gina raised her hands in defense with a giggle, "but like i was sayin' before you rudely interrupted me: i'm killin' Rhea. she pretty as hell and intimidatin', but i'an callin' nobody Mami! bitch, i get called Mami, the fuck?"

"as for Fuck? oh, i'm takin' Nikkita thick ass down thru' there! turnin' her ass every which way but loose!" Megan exclaimed, clapping her hands, as Gina let out a guffaw in her palm, Hayley giggled, and June blushed due to getting flashbacks from the night she and Meg shared, quickly lowering her head and covering her face while she laughed to try and act normal, "so, i guess i'll marry Liv, she pretty as fuck too."

"well, i'm marryin' Rhea, fuck what Megan said," Gina giggled, gesturing towards Megan with her glass while Megan playfully rolled her eyes at her, "i'm fuckin' Nikkita, i loveeee me some her! so... i guess i'ma kill Liv."

"i gotta' side with Meg on this one and kill Rhea. i'an got no problem with her bein' dominant and all'at 'cause i'm a switch, but she don't seem like a switch and i can't be submissive all the damn time," Hayley chuckled, adjusting her septum piercing, as Gina smacked her lips, June playfully rolled her eyes, and Megan stuck her tongue out while she and Hayley high-fived each other, "as for Fuck... y'all, i gotta' fuck Nikkita, i need her thick ass to do the splits on my face ASAP! i'll marry Liv, she's such a lil' cutie pie."

"see, i love for somebody to take charge in the bedroom and toss me around, so fuck what Le'Le and Meg said, i'm fuckin' Rhea and lettin' her take me to Poundtown like no tomorrow!" June laughed as Hayley giggled, Gina leaned over and dapped her up, and Megan chuckled while a small smirk crossed her face, "now see, this the hard part 'cause i don't wanna kill Nikkita or Liv... aw, hell."

June shook her head and downed the rest of her glass, making the other three girls erupt in laughter, as June licked her lips and shook her head before laughing with her friends and tucking her black hair behind her ear, "i can't pick! i need boff'um!"

"yo' freaky ass." Megan chuckled as she and June locked eyes and Megan tauntingly trailed her tongue around the rim of her glass before downing the rest of the brown liquor in it, sending chills down June's spine while Hayley and Gina were oblivious to what was happening in front of them.

"let's play another game, this one gettin' boring." Gina pouted as Hayley chuckled and looked over at her.

"dirty truth, dare, or drink sound good to y'all?" Hayley asked, raising a brow, as Megan gasped and sat her glass down on the coffee table before standing up and adjusting her shorts.

"hell yeah! lemme' move this coffee table out the way."

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the four friends sat in a circle with their glasses refilled as an empty bottle sat in the middle of them to dictate whose turn it was.

"okay, i looked up some good truths and dares, so we gon' pass my phone around as we go," Hayley smiled as she held her phone in her left hand and spun the bottle with her right one, watching it slowly come to a stop while it pointed at Gina, "truth or dare, Gi'Gi?"

"truth." Gina smiled innocently as she held her glass in her hand and prepared for what Hayley was going to ask her.

"ever tried role-play? if so, what was it?" Hayley asked, smirking, as she raised a brow and Gina laughed.

"hell yeah, i love that shit. me and one of my exes did it, i was a nurse and she was my patient." Gina explained with a smile, taking Hayley's phone, as she and Hayley dapped each other up and Megan and June laughed at the exchange.

"was that the same ex you told us about that tied you down to the bed?" Megan asked, raising a brow, as Gina smirked and nodded her head, making the other three women laugh while she spun the bottle.

"i be missin' her sometimes," Gina playfully pouted as the bottle stopped on June and Gina looked over at her, "truth or dare, J?"

"truth." June answered as she twirled the ends of her hair with her baby pink acrylic nails.

"ever had a sexual dream about a friend?" Gina asked, raising a brow with a smirk, as Hayley burst out laughing and Megan stared at June with an indescribable look in her eyes while she smirked.

June remained silent as she picked up her glass and took a sip of it, making her friends laugh and causing Hayley to laugh harder than before while June cracked a smile, "it was years ago, i'on wanna talk about it!"

Megan narrowed her eyes at June and her smirk widened as she giggled, knowing she was lying because June told her a week ago about the sexual dream she had of her after their night together.

"y'all embarrassin' me already, gimme' this damn phone," June pouted, playfully snatching the phone from Gina, as the three women laughed at her and June spun the bottle, watching it stop at Megan, "truth or dare, Meggie?"

"dare," Megan smirked, a lustful fire in her eyes while she stared at June, "gimme' sum' good, Junie."

"lick whipped cream off someone's neck." June dared, a smirk on her face, as Hayley's eyebrows raised and Gina laughed, looking at Megan with an instigating look on her face.

"if i'an got it, i'm takin' a drink." Megan laughed, getting up from the floor, as she walked to the kitchen and the three women laughed at her.

"who neck she lickin' that sticky shit off of?" Gina asked, gesturing toward Megan with her thumb, as she looked over at June.

"whoever she picks." June chuckled, shrugging, as the sound of a refrigerator closing caught her attention and she looked towards the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Megan walk out with a proud smile and a bottle of whipped cream.

"y'all lucky i found this, it's only a lil' bit left in this muh'fucka'," Megan chuckled as she stood in the circle and looked at all three of her friends before smirking and walking towards June, "lean yo' neck over, Ju'Ju."

"she finna' be sticky as hell." Gina joked, earning laughs from Hayley and Megan, as June smacked her lips and Hayley scooted over a bit to give Megan and June more room.

"no, she not," Megan chuckled, cupping June's jaw in her hand, as she leaned her head over and pushed her hair to her other shoulder while she sat on her knees, "i clean up my messes, G. so if this gets messy, i'ma clean her up real good."

Megan's tone changed and was now low and sensual, sending chills down June's spine while Gina's brows raised and Hayley smirked widely.

"oh, you a freak bitch, ain't you?" Hayley joked, smirking, as Gina laughed and Megan giggled, shaking up the bottle of whipped cream and aiming it towards June's neck.

"ain't no cap in my raps, Le'Le." Megan smirked as she sprayed the whipped cream on June's neck and June cringed at how cold it was, making Hayley and Gina laugh.

Megan sat the bottle down and leaned closer to June as she turned her head to the side and slipped her tongue out her mouth, laying it out flatly and slowly lapping up the whipped cream on June's neck in a seductive manner while June's breathing slightly hitched. noticing this, Megan smirked as she licked up all the cream, french-kissing June's neck to "make sure" she cleaned up her mess and did a good job while her tongue gently flicked at June's brown skin and June could've sworn she felt her clit throb at the sensation.

"this bitch." June thought to herself as she locked eyes with Megan and Megan subtly blew her a kiss, making her thighs absentmindedly squeeze together.

"this is some freaky ass shit, goddamn," Hayley spoke in awe, watching Megan slowly pull away from June's neck before Hayley eagerly raised her hand like a toddler and waved it around with a smile, "me next!"

the friend group immediately burst into a fit of laughter after Hayley's exclaim and Megan giggled as she picked up the bottle of whipped cream and headed back to the kitchen.

"Meg, baby, where you goin'? i'm serious!"

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by the time Hayley, Gina, and June realized it was getting late and that it was time for them to leave, they had already drunk wayyy too much and decided it'd be best to crash at Megan's place to avoid a DUI, which Megan didn't mind. Hayley and Gina slept together in one of Megan's guest bedrooms to avoid messing up two different ones and Megan had somehow persuaded June to sleep in her room, which didn't surprise either of them.

she just hoped Megan didn't try anything because she was bound to fold, especially with the liquor in her system.

"goodnight, kiddos." June joked, closing the door to the guest bedroom, as Hayley smacked her lips and an asleep Gina let out a soft snore in response, making June giggle while she walked across the hall to Megan's room.

as if on cue with June entering the room, the door abruptly closed behind her and the soft sound of a lock sounded off, making June jump while she turned around and locked eyes with Megan, who was leaning up against the door in her bra and panties while one hand rested on the doorknob and the other rested on her hip.

"you like for somebody to take charge, huh?" Megan purred, smirking, as she referred to what June said about Rhea Ripley during their "Fuck, Marry, Kill" game and slowly approached her, causing June to back up with each step Megan took until she eventually landed on the bed and a soft gasp fell from her lips once she landed on Megan's plush mattress.

"M... Meg..." June whispered, feeling her second heartbeat return, as she adjusted her rising dress and scooted further back onto the bed, making Megan giggle before she grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the end of the bed.

"you know i'on do runners, Ju'Ju," Megan cooed, as she let go of her ankle and grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide and revealing the wet spot on her panties, "youn' remember how i pinned you down to keep you from runnin' last time?"

June whimpered feebly at the mention of their night and a shiver went down her spine as Megan hooked her finger underneath the waistband of June's panties and slowly pulled them down her brown legs, tossing them to the side while she pushed her legs wide open again.

"you like this shit, huh? that's why you so wet?" Megan teased, smirking, as she hiked June's dress up to her upper stomach and lightly traced her clitoris with her thumb before applying pressure to it, making June gasp, "answer me, pretty. i'on like being ignored."

"you b-been teasing me all day, h-how am i not supposed to be w-wet?" June whimpered, gently biting down on her lip, as Megan chuckled softly and ran her tongue over her lips, lowering her face to June's vulva before June suddenly stopped her, "Meg, Hayley and Gina are right across the hall—"

"whose problem is that, June? mine or yours?" Megan asked, raising a brow, as she dropped to her knees and pulled June closer to her face by her hips, "i guess you better be quiet then, huh?"

June opened her mouth to protest but her thought process was cut short by Megan's lips latching around her clitoris, making her gasp while her back slightly arched up from the bed. June's eyes rolled back as Megan began to sloppily eat her out, slurping sounds echoing in the bedroom while Megan's eyes slowly shut in concentration. she caressed June's inner thighs before taking a hand off one of them and teasing her entrance with her middle finger, prodding at it but never fully entering it.

"Meg, please—"

"who?" Megan asked, her eyes opening, as she looked up at June and flickered her tongue against her throbbing bud, "that ain't my name, June, you better say my shit."

June's eyes rolled back as Megan french-kissed her clit, moving her mouth slowly and sensually while she moaned against her. her tongue explored her folds and her plump lips sucked on June's second pair of lips before she started to flick her tongue for a second time, the pace in her tongue quicker than before while June grabbed a handful of her hair.

"M-Mami!" June cried, earning a wide smirk from Megan, as Megan's middle finger eased inside her walls and she thrusted it at a steady pace, curving it occasionally while she pulled her face away from her wet sex.

"mhm, that's what i like to hear, pretty girl," Megan cooed, adding her ring finger, as she stood up from her knees and wrapped her unoccupied hand around June's neck while she hovered above her, "if you don't want us to get caught, bestie, i suggest you be a lil' quieter."

"i... i... o-oh, right there!" June whimpered in a whisper, feeling the tip of Megan's fingers hit her g-spot, as she looked up at Megan and noticed the smug smirk on her face, causing her to fall more into a submissive state than before.

"i'm where you need me at, baby? huh? did Mami hit that sweet spot?" Megan taunted in a coo, squeezing the sides of her neck, as June's eyes rolled back and she vigorously nodded her head, making Megan's fingers speed up their pace, "words, June."

"yes!" June cried before abruptly squirting, her juices soaking Megan's hand and her sheets as she came hard. Megan giggled at this as she continued to thrust her fingers inside her, finger-fucking her through her orgasm while June's legs trembled and she tightly held onto Megan's shoulders.

"aw, that's what i like to see," Megan smirked, leaning up from June, as she pulled her fingers out of her walls and slipped them into her mouth before smacking her clitoris, earning a squeal from June while her hips bucked at the impact, "now get'cho ass up, take the rest of that shit off, and put that ass in the air. you know how i like it."

weakly, June stripped herself of her dress and bra and tossed them on the floor near her discarded underwear as she flipped over on her stomach and placed a deep arch in her back, still trying to catch her breath from her previous orgasm while her brown face was now slightly rosy.

she hadn't squirted in forever...

feeling a smack on her ass, June squealed softly and was brought back to reality as she felt Megan's fingers play with her clit, making June moan softly while she felt Megan's strap slowly slide inside her. her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled back as her walls adjusted to Megan's size, her grip on the sheets tight while her pussy swallowed the strap whole.

"oh, you missed this, huh? she suckin' up my whole strap, baby," Megan teased, smacking her ass, as she gripped June's hips and began thrusting at a steady pace, her hips gyrating into June's while she watched her ass bounce with each stroke, "we 'posed to be friends, princess, you takin' my shit like a pro, ain't you?"

"Meggggg." June whined, her brows furrowing, as she felt Megan's body lean down hers and she watched her grab a pillow before shoving it between the wall and the headboard, making June's eyes widen before they rolled back due to Megan's strokes speeding up.

"what i tell you? huh?" Megan growled, grabbing a handful of her hair, as she pulled her up to her chest and let go of her hair before gripping her neck instead, "what's my name, June? huh? say my damn name."

"M-Mami! oh, sh-shittttt," June moaned loudly, prompting Megan to let go of her neck and firmly cover her mouth, as June's eyes rolled back and she felt Megan's hand return back to her bundle of nerves, her body jolting while Megan rubbed her clitoris in quick circles, "fuck, fuck, fuck— o-oh, my God!"

"that's right, baby. you're such a good girl, aren't you?" Megan cooed in her ear, kissing her earlobe and tugging at it with her teeth, as she wrapped her arms around June and leaned back down to the bed, pressing her body weight onto hers while June moaned loudly into a pillow nearby, "we just friends, right? why you lettin' me dig you out like this then? huh? why you lettin' me fuck you silly like this, June? this ain't what friends do, sweet girl."

"don't stop, don't stop, d-don't stop!" June chanted, balling the sheets up in her hands, as her eyes rolled back and her teeth sunk into the pillow she used to conceal her moans, feeling a soft kiss on her ear while Megan's tongue trailed around her earlobe.

"you take me so good, baby. i wonder what our friends would think if they could see you now," Megan smirked softly in her ear, grinding her hips against her ass, as a stray tear rolled down June's cheek and she whined into the pillow, her stomach convulsing while she felt her climax come closer and closer, "whose pussy is this, June?"

"y-yours!" June whined into the pillow before Megan took an arm from around her body and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back from the pillow and making her gasp at the roughness.

"whose? what'chu say, pretty?" Megan teased as she let go of her hair and wrapped her hand around her neck, choking her while her face rested beside hers.

"yours!" June moaned, biting down on her bottom lip, as Megan peppered kisses on the side of her neck and shimmed her other hand up to June's breasts, twisting and flicking her sensitive, erect nipple while June's lips sat ajar.

"that's right, baby," Megan cooed, tugging at June's nipple, as she squeezed the sides of her neck and June let out a feeble whimper, "we ain't friends, June. you mine, you hear me?"

"y-yes! oh, my G-God, i'm gonna c-cum! i'm gonna—" June was cut off by her words becoming stuck in her throat, and she felt Megan's body weight leave her as Megan firmly gripped her hip with one hand and pressed down on the back of her neck with the other, giving June deadly strokes while the bed rocked underneath them.

"cum for me, pretty girl, c'mon. show me how your friend makes you cum." Megan's words sent her over the edge and her body seized in place as her eyes rolled back and her hips suddenly bucked before she squealed loudly into the sheets, her eyebrows furrowing while she orgasmed harder than before. her legs trembled and her hips and clit jolted as Megan slowed down her strokes, continuing to fuck her through her climax just like before while June's body gradually relaxed and she whimpered into the sheets.

June huffed softly and her eyes sat low as she stared off at the wall, trying to catch her breath while Megan pulled out of her and smacked her ass, making her look over her shoulder at the tall woman.

"we ain't done either. i been waitin' for this shit all day." Megan announced, unhooking the harness from her waist, as she flipped June onto her back and their eyes locked, June's eyes quickly going to Megan's waist once she saw her grip the waistband of her panties.

June watched with anticipation as Megan stripped from her panties, revealing her freshly waxed wet sex. her bra came off next, and June stared at her breasts in awe as Megan crawled on top of her, hovering above her while she planted a kiss on her lips. smirking, Megan straddled June's chest and pushed June's hair out of her face as she cupped her face in her hand before parting her lips to speak.

"Open that pretty mouth, June. I'm not gon' be the only muh'fucka' eatin' pussy tonight, princess."

[chaos0pikachu]

(via @aliasblack73)

speak that scripture

"so what is word of honor about"

chepie I don't fucking know, like legit I could not tell you what the Actual Plot as intended is something about a glazed donut that got the whole sword society in a tizzy b/c some dead dude a decade ago tweaked out from mercury poisoning and all his secrets were kept in the burn book locked away in elsa's frozen palace.

the bits that anyone actually cares about are two bottom-4-bottom retired villains, one an ex assassin with martial arts cancer and 8 nipples who wants to drink and die in peace, the other one of the most dramatic men you will ever meet who sprouts corny ass poetry and lines with negative shame cause why be ashamed baby we all die sometime and they become soulmates [censored] raise 3 kids together until one of their ex's comes back for a 2 episode sub plot like a mid-season love interest in a sitcom that got kicked off the show quick b/c everyone hated their ass and then the sword society shows back up b/c the prettiest assassin you will ever meet with the biggest daddy issues you will ever see didn't listen to his fucking lesbian girl gang and drop his broke ass daddy who never ONCE complimented his banging eye makeup and hair decided to Make Plot Shit Happen b/c it's like episode 34 and we gotta wrap! this! shit! up! and then someone sneezes so the show reenacts the scene where Mulan took out the Huns and then our bottom retired villain husbands get to ACTUALLY fucking retire and one of them gets a new sesshomaru wig and it's glorious

[punkeropercyjackson]

Afro-dominican Percy Jackson headcanons but by a black dominicana cause y'all write him like an oreo

His name is actually short for Perseo and his middle name is Isadore.Percy is a nickname given to him by Sally so he took it on willingly instead of assimilation but also gringos are always pronouncing Perseo wrong,including monsters and that only encouraged him to not use it in full

Sea green eyes but also darkskinned,4d textured hair,thick lips and a big nose.He's 6'4,his gray streak naturally faded to white and he has a wide variety of hairstyles per book:Baby dreads(TLT),wicks(TTC),twists(TLO),afro(for most of SON because he dosen't remember what styles he likes),dreads(SON finale),adds beads(MOA)and long locs(Tales of Dead Seas)

He calls Sally Mamí,obviously???

His favorite dominican food is blue flan

Third gen inmigrant and monoracial(lightskin Percy with loose hair is fake,that is a NIGGA 100%)

Sally had him grow up on Discovery Kids

Trilingual-Fluent in english,spanish and greek

Haircare and skincare king

Uses nigga enough that it's a common aspect of his vocabulary

All his durags/bonnets/beads are blue

Huge Pokemon fan(It's a latino meme that we love anime based things)

Sally taught him exactly zero latino machoism or black toxic masculinity and he's actually transfem bigender and femme.She uses she/he and a bunch of neopronouns and her womanhood is extremely afrolatina with her mannerisms and tastes(doing black woman hairstyles and makeup on herself,her favorite Disney Princesses are Tiana and Brandy's Cinderella,post transition she learns she deserves to be high maintenance and tons more things)

He listens to Mcr,D'Angelo,Meet Me @ The Altar,Rihanna,Megan Thee Stallion,Ice Spice,Lo-Fi beats and hiphop

He's demisexual and his type is princess-y black women(Perseus' wife was Andromeda,the princess of Ethopia afterall and names have power in the Pjo world)

Bro is romantic-He's a guygirl so that automatically gives him an advantege with rizz but she's autistic so that boosts it by 100+ points.No regards to social norms,just unfiltered kindness and acts of service that would kill any other nigga to even think of.Also i'm obsessed with the idea of her calling his s/o 'Strawberry Pop' because i'm a Demeter Kid

As per canon he's punk but i'm not boring like Rick so i do a deep dive into it.He uses 'Punkero' for himself too and he's crustpunk,afropunk,seapunk and solarpunk and he knows how to diy things that don't even exist,uses an emulator and only phone and secondhand bought games on anti-capitalist principal,defaces public property,did a lot of research after finding out punk is an actual culture and not just an aesthetic that was surprisingly easy to focus on and starts dressing punk too as he slowly finds the right thirft stores and learns to make clothes.He throwns black/dominican influences in his outfits and in Tods he gives himself that multicolor mermaid hair where you keep your og hair tone still for that Ocean Girl swag

She's a Latino Memes Queen OBVIOUSLY but her favorites are cat ones and she's also huge on energy drinks(cotton candy bang stan just like me fr fr)and legos(i'm pleasently surprised at how many lego shows fans are latinos).White people jokes are her jam also and Luke's colonizing fascist ass got the worst of it before he killed his ass

He is 100% Nico and Hazel's mom and dad,as per canon.Nico is black too because it fits perfectly and Hazel's got black hair and brown eyes because fuck exoticification so it gives them a special connection and La Residencia Jackson is a bit of a cultural melting pot because of it.Dominican flag hung on the wall behind the couch,even more hang gesturing and loud inside voices than normal,New Orleans cuisine and everything inbetween.Percy calls Hazel 'Mamita' and Nico 'Papito',do eachother's hair,they hang out almost 24/7,he radicalized them so now Hazel's pastel goth punk and Nico's goth punk,there's a lot leaning against him for emotional support or even just out of younger sibling/child love,Percy guilt-trips Poseidon into giving him money for Nico's meds and aids and helps Hazel out with girls,beach days with them are made straight up tropical with Percy's powers and they're every white man and Karen's worst nightmares combined as one big happy familia with Sally as the topping who seems easy to speak over but Percy said herself she got her rebellion against shitty people from her

Percy Jackson is NOT Peter Parker.C'mon now,don't fall for the boyloser propaganda and be real-We all know he's Hobie Brown and that his Spider Variant is an older Spiderpunk.Speak the truth with me

[umlewis]

Lewis Hamilton Wants To Make Music, But First He Wants To Make the World A Better Place

On the heels of a new Marriott Bonvoy partnership, the F1 star talks about creating memorable moments and finding inspiration in music

By our estimates, Lewis Hamilton has traveled more than 80,000 miles this year, both for his job as one of the premiere drivers in Formula 1 and for leisure, as a perpetual tourist who’s always looking for his next adventure. And that’s not counting the 60-plus laps he drives on the track each race day, either. It’s no surprise, then, that Hamilton craves a little bit of stillness when he finds himself alone, and for as long as he can remember Hamilton has found his solace in music. "Music is the biggest part of my life," Hamilton says. "It's the most important thing that keeps me sane." For the F1 champ, making music has become a necessary outlet, a personal space to create that's all his own. It's been nice, he explains, "In a sport where you don't feel like you could fit in, where you know you're different but you can't really talk too much and there's no way to express yourself other than in a car, to then have music and be able to put my feelings out into something." The F1 star spoke to Rolling Stone during the recent Dutch Grand Prix in Zandvoort, where he partnered with Marriott Bonvoy to offer Bonvoy members an exclusive meet-and-greet in the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team area.

"We are traveling to 24 different places around the world [each year] and I think one of the most difficult things when you are traveling is often missing your home bed," Hamilton says. "I've traveled to cities and been booked at a hotel, walked straight into my room and left," he continues, "so to find the right comfort has been a discovery process." Marriott, the driver says, has "been so accommodating in all these different places that I've been to." Part of that has been finding a menu that caters to the famous vegan's plant-based diet. "Marriott is really, really accommodating. They find things to make you," Hamilton says. Another has been finding space for the driver to make music while on the road. "I carry one suitcase that has my music equipment," Hamilton reveals, "so every time I get to a hotel, I always set up my mic." Hamilton's musical aspirations started at an early age. His father played in a reggae band, which inspired him to pick up a guitar at thirteen. He bought a turntable when he was sixteen, eventually filling in for local DJs at London nightclubs when he was old enough to go out. He wrote his first song, an R&B track called Never Again, when he was 21. After that, "I was hooked."

Lately, Hamilton has been going through waves of inspiration for the type of music he wants to make. He quietly dropped a track with Christina Aguilera for her 2018 album Liberation (under the artist name XNDA), and he name drops everyone from Wizkid to Coldplay and Billie Eilish when asked about favorite artists. Over the last year he's been listening to"“a lot of afro beats," and he enthusiastically nominates Megan Thee Stallion's Mamushi for 2024 "Song of the Summer" honors. "It's sick, I love that song. That's probably the coolest track out there right now," he gushes. When it comes to his own music though, Hamilton admits he's still unsure of what he wants to make - and what he wants to say. "I go through these phases where I'm doing a lot, I'm writing a lot and I'm recording a lot, and really feeling inspired," he says, "and then I go through these periods where I just stop doing it. I do it less and less and less, and then I stop setting my mic up." For someone who's known for his daring overtakes and hairpin turns on the track, does the thought of releasing music scare him? The soft-spoken star demures when asked about his musical endeavors, revealing that he has "no plans on ever giving [the songs] to anybody," at least for now. "I never got into music, to put the music up," he says.

Further complicating things, at least from this perspective, has been Hamilton's incredibly close relationship with his fans. Few drivers are as well-liked as the Brit, and few athletes have given back to their sport the way Hamilton has, whether it's signing autographs at the airport, making frequent public appearances, or doing intimate meet-and-greets with Marriott Bonvoy. He's almost always taking time out for fans at every race weekend, and yet there's a prevailing feeling of resignation when Hamilton talks about the fandom, almost as if he's expecting himself to do more, to say more, to sign more, even if it hasn't been asked of him. "From a driver's perspective, for an individual or group of people to decide to support you out of only twenty [drivers]? It's a real privilege," he says, "and you feel like you're on a journey with those people that you connect with. So when you lose, you lose together, and when you win, you win together." Hamilton tells a story about one of his favorite fan interactions, which isn't really a single instance, but rather a collective memory. "Most fans are so kind to go out of their way. They've either written me a letter, or they're people making bracelets, or people that bring me gifts," he says. "I've got this one really sweet lady, for example, that's traveled to quite a few of the European races, and she keeps turning up and giving me books of poems, and there'll be a book on history, and she would have gone through and put tabs on all the important parts of the book. People are so, so sweet," he continues, "and you feel really bad, because everywhere you go it's like they give, give, give, and you don't. I don't carry around gifts with me, and often I've just come from the airport. So you feel like when someone gives you something, you're supposed to try and give something back, and it always feels like you've not done enough."

Of course, even fairweather fans will tell you Hamilton has done a lot for the sport, breaking barriers as the first-and only-black F1 driver to date, while ushering in a new generation of global superstars, with buzzed-about partnerships with Tommy Hilfiger, Dior, and, yes, Marriott Bonvoy too. Releasing music would elevate him into an even greater stratosphere of stars, and perhaps finally provide him with something tangible to "give back." But Hamilton is also a consummate perfectionist. In his sport races are often decided by mere thousandths of a second, and one tiny error could have your car crashing out. In the same way, he wants to make sure any music he releases can stand on its own, recalling how excited he was when he played his Aguilera duet for friends and they thought it was some "young artist" that had just come out. The whole world knows what Hamilton can do when it comes to F1. If he's going to enter the music industry he wants to be taken just as seriously, to give himself a similar chance to make it to the top. There's still work to be done, Hamilton explains; new sounds to explore, new beats to create, new thoughts to take from pen to tune. So for now, Hamilton is just making music for himself. Maybe he's not ready to release his music to the world just yet, but Hamilton is determined to use his metaphorical microphone to inspire others. As he approaches two decades in the sport, has he started to think about his legacy? "I find legacy talk really awkward, because I don't wake up every day and think of a legacy that I want to leave," he says. "I'm not working towards a legacy. I work towards, ultimately, trying to be the best version of myself, in the hope that the decisions I make, the things I say and the things that I do hopefully have a positive impact on people." I think about what I am going to do with this platform or this microphone that I have, and what I can actually do with the little time that we have on this planet," he continues. And then, he says, "What can I do to leave the world a better place than when I started? I would imagine for all the good people in the world, it's probably what they want to do also, right? That's what I'm thinking about every day."

[kcyars52]

me telling my family and friends not to stan or suck off those abuser meats or I will cut them off and I’m so serious because the disrespect of women especially black womens has me perma pissed off

Not his Mama and Daddy screaming about Roc Nation and Jay Z puttig him in jail!

Play stupid games you fucking Lucky Charms leprechaun and you win a tiny cell. Now sit back and see who bitches about that clown going to prison for harming a Black woman and block them from your life. Especially the Black women who derided Megan for two years thinking siding with wicked Black men would make them look cute.

Shout out to the Black folk who stood with her through it all. Let this be a lesson. Don’t cape for people who are not in community with you. I cannot wait to see his sentencing. Too many people joked and mocked her. Do not cape or protect men who harm you from jump people. It’s a new day. We separate the chaff from the wheat.

[whtepony]

music headcanons!! 🎧

what kind of music they listen to

characters: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki (i love u tokyo first years!!!)

spoiler free!

a/n: first official headcanon post bc i cannot stop thinking abt them 😭 i’ll probably do several parts of this!

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yuji itadori

idc this boy loves pop music

genuinely REALLY likes chappell roan, shows her songs to everybody

his fav is naked in manhattan

also likes 2000s - 2010s club music

will be so excited when pitbull comes on u have no idea

doja cat fan. take that as you will

isn’t the type to always be listening to music but when he is he’s dancing and singing along

has a pair of white overhead headphones and has silly stickers on the sides of them

megumi fushiguro

really he doesn’t listen to music that much at all

but if he is listening to anything he’s probably a tame impala fan

maybe listens to glass animals??

had a phase where he’d watch those “lo-fi chill beats to study/relax to” streams on youtube just because it was relaxing

did NOT tell anyone about it. is embarrassed now

it’s either this general vibe or he’s EMO. argue with the wall

if he’s emo his favorite band is pierce the veil (rightfully so)

has plain black wired headphones because he just doesn’t use them often enough to buy nice ones

nobara kugisaki

GIRL RAP!!

“i love myself when i’m all dressed up, and i love myself when i’m kicking ass” like cmon

lovvessss megan thee stallion. and flo milli

played the BOA music video for yuji once and converted him into a meg fan

probably has airpods

but they have a cute case that matches her phone

fav album is tina snow (DUHH)

listens to music wayyyy more than the other two (plays it in the background while she’s getting ready)

pt. 2 will be gojo, nanami, and geto ORR the second years… we’ll see

[skiiyoomin]

ღWhat the JJK characters listen to part 2

ʚCharacters included: Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Inumaki, Yuuta, Maki

⤑Back to navigation ⤑part 1

a/n Nobody asked for a second part. Do i care? no. idk if im missing anyone anyways YO THIS IS FUN

Yuuji Itadori

Honestly, he screams Shakira to me, and Jennifer Lopez too.

His entire music taste consists of 2000s pop music thats super nostalgic and at the same time makes you cringe.

ALSO, he has the Backstreet Boys on repeat. Like literally on loop all the time.

Tried, keyword tried, getting into classical music just to seem cultured and fancy but he ended listening to piano covers of Call Me Maybe and Britney Spears.

He´s the type of person you´d take with you to do carpool karaoke cause you know he´s gonna play the songs everyone knows.

Honorable mention: NewJeans (cause he´s secretly not so secretly a kpop stan)

Megumi Fushiguro

Isn´t it obvious?

He´s SO Lana Del Rey coded.

ALSO, he had a Melanie Martinez phase that´s really not a phase but he says it is.

Other than Lana, he listens to soft beat type of songs, like Cigarettes After Sex, Men I Trust or Clairo.

Even if its not his usual vibe, he lowkey highkey really enjoys Coldplay after Yuuji showed him one of their songs, especially their softer tuned songs. (aka Sparks im gonna cry hol up)

Honorable mention: Billie Eilish

Kugisaki Nobara

SHES A BARBZ ALL THE WAY

Her whole vibe is hot pink and a hot girl typa gal. That applies to her music taste as well.

Shes very much into female rappers like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion too.

And lets not forget the classic pop stars like Ari or Jessie J.

Shes honestly in that sense a lot like Yuuji. They both connect because they listen to a lot of older pop music, except Nobara listens to more girly ish songs or in general songs that are very much female empowerment (queen behaviour)

Honorable mention: SZA (she had Kill Bill at full volume on repeat every time the boys annoyed her)

Inumaki Toge

Okay listen. I see a lot of headcanons that Inumaki is a huge gamer, like Fortnite type of gamer.

The first thing i thought of when i thought of this was dubstep and electro music. Also underground beatboxing.

Like bro i´m sorry im not but to me gamers are equivalent to that when it comes to music and im telling yall cause i had A PHASE (very cringe one we do not talk about it)

I also feel like he tried to be emo once but he only got as far as listening to Twenty One Pilots which isnt even emo so.

Honorable mention: Pitbull, he started listening to him as a joke because of the memes but its not a joke anymore

Yuuta Okkotsu

Ok ok to me he´s very soft boy coded, kind of like Megumi but more bright and cheerful.

HES A SWIFTIE. I dont make the rules sorry

You know that 2020 phase where everyone listened to soft music like Clairo, mxmtoon, Conan Gray, etc? Yeah he never got out of that phase.

BUT, hes evolved yall, his top genre is indie music.

lowkey feel like Inumaki got him into Twenty One Pilots and now he uses their music as an excuse to scream. He´s hella good at rapping their songs too like zayum.

Honorable mention: One Direction cause he never got over their disbandment

Maki Zenin

HEAR ME OUT

Before yall say anything listen to me.

I had to think this one through but shes very much rapper vibes to me, like og 2000s rappers like 2pac and Eminem.

I dont even know WHY but she just screams west coast thug life type of music.

Disses on modern rappers except Kendrick Lamar and MAYBE Travis Scott but thats saying too much.

I´m also convinced Yuuta introduced her to Joji and she cried in her room afterwards.

Honorable mention: Bruno Mars, dont ask

[respectthepetty]

Get To Know Me Tag

thanks for tagging me @telomeke and @dylogpenchester

Do you make your bed?

Yes, so my ass doesn't hop back into it!

What’s your favorite number?

3-6-9, and I blame Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz for that. "TO THE WINDOWS, TO THE WALLS!"

What is your job?

English teacher/instructor/professor, so I beat my ancestors' oppressors at their own game!

If you could go back to school, would you?

Lifelong learner, so I've never left school. Collecting these diplomas like Mariah Carey collects number one singles (with ease and unbothered).

Can you parallel park?

Yes. One-handed. While the other hand holds my cell phone, my tea, and the snack I'm munching on.

A job you had that would surprise people?

As a long-time vegetarian, it would surprise people that my first job was selling meat. Had no idea what any of it tasted like, but I could sell it and make gross men feel uncomfortable while doing it.

Do you think aliens are real?

I went to the UFO Festival during the 75th anniversary of the Roswell incident. What do you think?

Can you drive a manual car?

Do I know how to operate a stick? Only because I like saying it that way.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I do not feel guilty about my pleasure.

Tattoos?

Heavens no! I'm afraid of needles. My ears aren't even pierced. But I love to admire them.

Favorite color?

YELLOW!

Favorite type of music?

I love all types of music (pop, country, electronic, rap, reggaeton, norteño, y todo), but I'm hella mad at how brief songs are today because I need four more minutes of GloRilla and Megan Thee Stallion saying "I don't wanna be saved, don't save me [. . .] You ain't my daddy. I'm not your baby"

Do you like puzzles?

Like trying to figure out where some people get the fucking audacity? Or who the fuck they think they're talking to? Yes. My favorite kinds of puzzles.

Any phobias?

It used to be the dark, but I embraced the darkness (aka I went to therapy)

Favorite childhood sport?

Playing? Softball (fast-pitched, not so much). Watching? Soccer.

Do you talk to yourself?

Who else would I talk to? God? Los santos? My ancestors? They don't need this smoke.

What movies do you adore?

Clueless, Pan's Labyrinth, Stardust, Esteros, A Walk in the Clouds, Wildhood, Another Gay Movie, The Best Man for this scene alone

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Coffee is burnt beans and taste like the ashes of Mother Nature. I wrote what I wrote.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Ms. Frizzle because her outfits were on theme, she understood the assignment, and she was never caught slacking. She is unmarried, has a Ph.D, an Ed.D, works in education teaching S.T.E.M., and has a pet lizard. I don't just want to be her; I want to be with her.

[chvoswxtch]

I feel like Foggy doesn't get enough love. I would like to request a vault track from Speak Now for him, please!

you know what, you're absolutely right. foggy nelson doesn't get enough love and i'm tired of y'all acting like he's not a babe so let's get into it

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

innocent (foggy's version) (from the vault)*

he is anything BUT

now don't get me wrong, foggy definitely strikes me as the hopeless romantic type

I can see him enjoying some sweet, slow, passionate love making- wanting to make sure his partner feels loved and desired, that they feel every ounce of pleasure he can possibly offer (he's definitely a giver), and he always puts his partner's needs before his own

I see him being more of the submissive type in a typical setting

but do not let that sweet smile fool you

bc underneath that physical embodiment of sunshine in human form is a FREAK

alexa play freak nasty by megan thee stallion

now, while foggy is usually all sweet smiles and friendly behavior, he can get aggressive and be dominant if need be

exhibit a: beating the shit out of those guys with a bat to protect karen in s1

exhibit b: calling reyes' bluff in the precinct in s2 (basically all of s2 foggy, mans was done with everyone's shit)

exhibit c: running for district attorney in s3, publicly calling out tower and fisk despite the negative consequences, standing in bullseye's way just to protect karen even though he had no weapon or way out (he's been hanging around matty too long) and just all around being a bad bitch the whole time (he had big dick energy all season)

honorable mention: that haircut in s3, you can't tell me that man doesn't fuck

exhibit d: (pun intended) dicking marci down after the bulletin incident right there on the couch leaving her at a loss for words (i'm pretty sure she just says "wow")

it seems like when he gets pushed too hard, or when he's completely done with everyone's shit, he basically snaps and stops playing nice

I personally find this hot and I think his partner would too and would absolutely volunteer to let foggy take out his frustration on them

maybe he's having a bad day, his current case is a shitshow, matt is being a human disaster like usual, karen is out doing something that's sure to spike his blood pressure, and the only relief he can find is fucking you over his desk hard (we're talking the desk gets moved to the other side of the room, hard)

but it's not all stress related fucking

foggy is extremely playful and flirty, and I think that translates into the bedroom, or wherever the two of you find yourselves (again, I see him as normally submissive, so if you tell him to do something, he's gonna do it)

maybe you get really excited watching him win a case in the courtroom, and you decide he deserves a little reward for working so hard lately, so you shove him into an empty supply closet and blow him right there in the court house. but foggy, being the man he is, insists on returning the favor, leaving matt to rush out of that court house in horror

and don't even get me started on drunk foggy

he's definitely gotten a little handsy and fucked you in the bathroom at josie's, or out in the alley against the wall, bc neither one of you could wait until you got home

in conclusion your honor, this man fucks, I rest my case