#Slow Jamz

[soupy-sez]

Twista, Kanye West, Jamie Foxx – Slow Jamz (2004) [X]

[goodjohnjr]

Slow Jamz (Feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx)

Slow Jamz (Feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx) What Is It? The YouTube video Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx) by the YouTube channel TWISTA: Slow Jamz (Feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx) Continue reading Slow Jamz (Feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx)

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[half-n-half]

[ganonjo]

Honneur part 2- ganonjo slow jamz kanye west and twista remix

[nofoetoes]

[ru-areyou]

WHOLE TIME album experience @ Slow Jamz Gallery 12/7/2024

screen shots from Rodhimself

[soslepton]

Yeahhhh… Imma need that Ye/Jamie Foxx presidential ticket for 2024 since y’all wanna play and act up

[saturnville]

oops, l. hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x black wife reader/oc (she) content: she comes home after a long night and gives him an unexpected show. warnings: voyeurism (?), sexual innuendo, sexual situations song: oh my vs slow jamz (JP) an: thank you for reading <3 let me know what you think! tags: @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @ggaslyp1 @neeville

He urged her to take time for herself. To bask in the beauty of life, enjoy the presence of her girlfriends, and have the night of her life. He asked her to take a break and soak in the moment. So, he arranged for her to have a girls' night with her closest friends. With money in her pocket and his number on the speed dial, he ushered her out the door with a kiss, “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be here when you get back.” 

“See you soon,” she whispered against his lips. Her manicured nails brushed against her palms as she waved one, two, three, before disappearing into the night. He chuckled at her and retreated into their shared home. 

Soon turned into three in the morning. He was awakened by her heels scruffing against the floor. Click, clack, he heard her walk through their home. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eye with the stump of his hand. His legs swung over the bed and his feet followed the sounds he heard. 

She was in the hallway just outside their bedroom struggling to take her heels off. Her purse had slid across the floor along with her phone and she wiggled like a leaf to keep her balance. Then, her knees buckled and she fell. “Shit.” 

“I see you had a good time,” Lewis said, announcing his presence. She shrieked at the sound of his voice but her surprise turned into a dopey smile. Lewis’ finger found the lightswitch and he finally saw her in all her drunken glory. Her hair was no longer straight but rather frizzy around the edges and poofy. Her eyeliner had smeared, her lipstick was gone, and her dress was twisted. She still looked gorgeous nonetheless. 

“Baby!” she reached for him and accepted the loving kiss on her lips. “Missed you…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and toyed with his braids thay were no longer in the ponytail. She moaned against his lips as she fell into his embrace. 

He pulled away shortly after and said, “I missed you too. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.” Lewis found her phone and purse and offered his arm to his wife, who stabilized herself against his body. 

“I’m tired,” she mumbled, rubbing her eye with the stump of her hand. When they made it to their bedroom, Lewis placed her belongings on the dresser and plucked her bonnet and pajamas from the top drawer. “Gonna take a shower.”

His ears perked. Before he had a chance to respond, he saw her dress slip down her hips and pool at her feet. She shook her hair and turned to face him, smiling smugly as his eyes raked her bare body. If she wasn’t drunk, he’d pull her to the bed and have her screaming his name while he dug into her. But, he blinked once and nodded toward the bathroom. “Go ahead. Gonna get you some water.” 

She made her way to the bathroom, but not before kissing him once more. “Thank you.” 

When Lewis returned to their shared bedroom, bottle of water and her favorite snack in hand, he expected to hear the shower running and her lovely voice in harmony with the rhythm of the water against the tile shower floor, but instead, he caught a glimpse of her silhouette, riveting and ravishing in all its glory. 

Her shadow, mirrored against the white door that separated her from him, moved like waves. He heard the low hums from the song that played from the bathroom speakers, but the catchy beat was nothing in comparison to the rhythm of her hips. 

He took a step forward. Just barely a shuffle across the floor. Then, he saw her in all her glory. Her bare glory on display. His breath hitched and his jaw clenched. Suddenly, the water and bag of chips were a balloon, ready to pop as his grip tightened around them. 

Suddenly, the desire that lay dormant within him was sparked and ignited a fire within his loins. He should have felt like a creep, like a weird man for admiring his wife as she caressed every inch of her body with love and adoration. He should have, but he didn’t. What he wanted was for her to continue. To give him a show. 

To drop her hands from her frizzy hair and trail her palms down her shoulders and outline the shape of her breats with her manicured fingers, making sure to stop over her nipples to give a teasing flick, then continue down the plane of her stomach. And she did exactly that. 

Her hand dropped between her legs, where she ghosted over the treasure between her thighs. She’d taken a page out of his book--letting her fingertips ghost along her inner thighs then dropping further to where her fingers grazed her swollen lips and her thumb drummed against her glistening pearl. The sound she elicited made his pants grow tight. 

Then, she dropped her hand from her legs and stared at herself in the mirror. She leaned forward and gripped the edge of the countertop. She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. Her eyebrow quipped as if she was thinking and suddenly, with a smirk playing on her lips, she called for him. “Babeeeee!”

He jolted and then tossed the water and snacks on the bed before shuffling to the bathroom. “Yes, love?” He gave the door a testing push and she ushered him in. Lewis stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her bare body, buttery brown and tantalizing. Addicting. He pressed his lips against her neck and she smiled at his affection. “What’s up?”

“Are you sleepy?” She asked lowly. She looked at their reflection, basking in the beauty of their appearance. The beautiful shades of brown and array of kinks and coils were her favorite things to look at. 

Lewis raised an eyebrow, confused by her questions. “No, baby. Are you?” She shook her head. Then, with her eyes on his through the mirror, she took his hand, slid it down the plane of her body, and placed it right between her legs. “Touch me then.” 

“Baby…” 

She tsk’d softly. “You had a show earlier. Might as well act on it right?” Lewis’ breath hitched. Oops. Caught red-handed. She smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes. “Right?”

Lewis tongue ran over the front of his teeth. He dropped his hands from her waist and smacked her bottom lightly. “On the bed.” She giggled and walked out the bathroom and laid on the bed like an angel in the all-white covers. 

“Ready for me?” she teased, raising on her forearms. Lewis crawled between her legs and cupped her neck, bringing his lips to hers. “Always.”

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aj’s control center 🚀: y’all this took forever and idek why cause I didn’t even do too much with it, but it’s done now! I had to take a little break cause ya girl has an internship and a job at the same time, so I wasn’t as focused on writing. but anyway, I hope you enjoyed! 💚

[shawtyfromdirtydocks]

Had an idea and I just have to share it with you guys so enjoy this ramble or whatever the fucking terminology is

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Slowly

König x Reader

Content: Fluff, fluffy fluff mcfluffing fluff, black!reader as always, mentions of cooked meat (sorry vegans, I love soul food), slow jamz and intimacy. Enjoy <3

P.S. this was not at all proof read and I'm falling asleep

König loves to be present and enjoy moments before they become memories. Which is perfect because you do too. It's what keeps your relationship intimate and lovely. Grown and sexy if you will.

In the beginning he watched you cook Sunday dinners. Slow jams or soul and R&B sounds flowing oh so sweetly from the big speakers he bought you when he figured out you worked better with music.

He longed to glide around that kitchen with you. Washing the dirty dishes you used to cook as you stood at the stove. Coming up behind you as you flipped whatever meat you were cooking for the night. Kissing your shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist, relaxing into the sweet smell of your cocoa butter coated skin.

Oh but he just couldn't take his eyes off you. You were just so captivating. The way you hummed a melody or occasionally sang a duet with one of your favorite singers never failed to make him smile. He was absolutely astonished by your beauty. How could he have gotten so lucky?

You taught him that he should always make memories whenever he could though. Before you, he didn't really have a reason to.

He didn't speak much about his childhood but he mentioned the reason for his social awkwardness being that he was picked on growing up, and that was really all you needed to know. Before you, he didn't think his life would be worth looking back on. You made him appreciate his life more.

The power you held over your life inspired him. So he decided to join you in the kitchen one day. Offering his help eagerly because you were clearly the one in charge.

Learning the classics and a few recipes, but most importantly, making warming memories while strengthening the connection you both shared. He couldn't be more grateful for you teaching him to start living his life more slowly.

[goodjohnjr]

A Nap Dream With Slow Jamz

File:Twista featuring Kanye West and Jamie Foxx – Slow Jamz – CD single cover.jpg Nap Dream I had this dream during my second nap after work. It took place after 12 AM, so I will count it as a dream from today. I am not sure if this is one or two dreams, so I will type them as one dream. I remember being in a slightly fictional version of DeRidder during the day. At some point I was…

[a-flower-bee]

What Comes Up Must Come Down

Proxies x reader

A/N: I wrote this some time ago on quotev so I decided to put this here as well :3 (so sorry if it’s bad 😭) I had to edit a lot of it because the writing was so horrible 💀

The sounds of spray cans fills the air, as well as the sound of them being shaken from time to time. There’s a girl ambitiously spraying art on the walls of a seemingly abandoned building. Music leaks out of her headphones, Slow jamz, a Twista song her dad showed her when she was little. Spraying a mural was something she did weekly, nothing in particular today; just different shapes and drawings she was experimenting with. The abandoned building she’s in was cold and damp but she didn’t let that stop her. She was in a good mood and anyone could tell if they were watching. Dancing and singing while throwing up art was a way to help her cool off steam.

“Got a light skin freind look like Jackson, the dark skin friend look like Michael Jackson” she sings out the lyrics while hitting a move with her feet. She laughs at the silly lyrics.

                Her seemingly heavy clothing, chunky boots, thick dickies pants, and a grey baggy hoody, was not slowing her down one bit. The only thing she was blissfully unaware of was the three pairs of foot steps heading her way.

“Masky what are we gonna do about this fucker here, w-we can’t wait for them t-to leave.” A guy who sounds to be in his mid twenties twitches violently, following behind his two coworkers.

“I don’t know, you tell me. We can either kill them or just push em’ out that damn window.” Masky has a bored and annoyed sound to his voice.

“What the f-fuck are they even doing up there. Been stoh-stomping up there for at least a fucking hour.” 

           The guy twitches as he puts his orange goggles off his eyes on his forehead. He then rolls up his iconic brown stripped sweater. Standing at 5’9 he has more of a lanky athletic build, already itching to run someone off. All three men vary in looks, the only similarities are the boots they wear for their work.

“Fuck if I know Toby.” Masky replies. 

           Hoodie is the first to catch a glimpse of the girl. He stops in his tracks to just stare at her through the doorframe. Masky is curious at his partners sudden pause. Before he can say anything he too sees the girl. Furrowing his brows behind his mask, he stands dumbfounded.

“Why did you guys stop?” Toby said barely walking up the last steps.

Hoodie just points. Toby’s head then looks to the girl who’s giving the dance of her life to a song blaring out her headphones. He starts bursting out in laughter, holding his stomach even. The thing is, she’s actually pretty good. She seems to have experience in her moves and from what they hear, following the rhythm. All they see is a girl with headphones on, facing away from them with a bag full of spray cans on the floor, and a unique mural, seemingly her work. Hoodie chuckles, smiling under his mask.

“What the fuck.” He says with a smile in his voice.

   The girl doesn’t even know that she’s being observed . She’s as happy as one can be. Smiling and sweating a bit. Hoodie then walks into the room and his teammates follow.

“Hoodie-“ Masky starts but Hoodie just puts his finger up at him. Hoodie just leans on the wall and keeps watching. The song ends and the girl huffs out.

“Todays a good day.” She says to herself. Another song starts to play but she goes to her bag to put all her cans away, She bends down.

“Gonna go home, eep, get ready for the birthday dinner, then ice cream.” 

              She zips her bag and puts it on. With music still blaring she zips around only to see the men with masks on, including Toby. She jumps, gripping her bags shoulder strap, startled by their presence. Her eyes immediately snap to the pair of hatchets that sit at Toby’s hips. The three men stand there unbothered. Tobys amusement is shown with his eyes, waiting to see how this whole situation will go down. After a brief moment she takes her headphones off and situates herself. Turning off her music.

“U-uhhh. Hi,” Her response is drawed out in nervousness, the men seemingly staring her down. The growing pit in her chest still there, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too, uh cause any disruption?” She feels like any wrong word will determine if she gets out of this building alive. 

             The men still say nothing. Toby looks to Masky who looks at Hoodie.  Which in turn makes the girls eyes follow. She has a death grip on that shoulder strap. 

“You scared?” Is all he says.

“Well, um, yeah…” Another moment of awkward silence passes. It kills her, unaware that’s the intention Hoodie wants . “Not to mention, you guys are in like, some weird costumes.” Her voice is small.

              Toby starts to walk up to her, her eyes widen a bit. Trying to sink into the wall she takes a quick glance at his hatchets. He gets his face real close and personal. With one hand planted to the wall beside her, the other in his pocket. She almost whimpers in fear. Toby’s shit eating grin doesn’t calm her nerves one bit. His eyes follows hers as she try’s to not look directly at him. Gulping, she another nervous glance at his hatchets. Taking notice to this he just smiles. His hand then goes from his pocket to the strap on his belt that hold his hatchets, taking one out. She can feel her heart in her ears.  At first he has the blade pointing at her, then flips it around quickly making her jump.

“You like it?” He puts the back end of the blade on her cheek. She closes her eyes and faces away, trying her hardest to prevent herself from sobbing. Toby then gets real close, sliding the hatchet down her face.

“I like it too.” He’s says in a whisper.

               Hes so close that she could feel his body heat. Not to mention how he’s towering over her in a way that makes her crunch up a bit. Masky and Hoodie are now on either side of them. Masky to the right of her, Toby still pressed up against her to her left, and Hoodie, arms crossed, in the middle.  Trapping her like a box. Toby then steps back a bit. At this moment if she took one step in any direction she would be chest to chest with them. She looks down, mentally shitting bricks. She hates how these men are towering over her. 

“What are we gonna do with her Hoodie.” Masky states.

“I’m thinkin’,” Hoodie replies. Those beady red eyes staring through her soul.

 He then stretches out his hand and brushes some of her hair behind her ear. She finches hard, causing him to grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her so she looks up at him, her headphones falling to the ground. She grunts. Crying as stares at that red frown.

“Listen to me.” He pulls her close to him, the girls hands fly straight to his wrist in an attempt to loosen his iron grip “ You're gonna home have that dinner and that ice cream.” The mocking tone he laces his words with make her feel even smaller “Alright? You never saw us. You were never here. Nothing.” She’s breathing heavily and grips his wrist again.

“Mmhhmm.” She said frantically, face hot and tense. His other hand shoots up to her face gripping her cheeks painfully. Making her unwillingly pout. 

“No you’re gonna talk to me.” He makes her nod her head painfully. “Do I make myself clear?” Toby snickers at the embarrassing state she’s in. Her eyes flicker to masky then back to hoodie. She almost forgets the other two men are there.

“Yes!” She sobs out, tears now spilling out of her. 

“Good. If you ever tell anyone about today. I’ll make sure that when I tie your family up and gut them, you’ll have a front-row seat. Got it?”

         At this point, it’s an endless stream of tears. His hand goes from her cheeks to her throat.

“Y-yes. I w-won’t tell anyone. I promise.”  His hand then lets go of the fist full of hair. His hands then go to her shoulders and takes a look at her. She’s obviously disheveled.  Hoodie fixes her messed up hair, patting it down. Then with his gloved hands wipes away her tears.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” He says in a cheerful tone. He steps back, all three of his comrades looking at her. She notices Toby looking jittery.

“Can we please throw her out the window?” Toby pleads hoodie.

The girl looks at Hoodie eyes wide pleading. There’s a brief moment of silence.

“Yeah why not.” 

“What?” She croaks out. Toby then laughs and grabs her, Masky following suit and helping toby. 

“Wait wait!” She exclaims to no avail. They both grab an arm and a leg and swing her for momentum. 

With a smile in his voice Toby chants, even Masky was enjoying this.

“One!”

“No! No! Please!” She screams out, trying to wiggle herself out feeling her already heavy backpack swing side to side with her. Toby giggles.

“Two.” Masky huffs out.

“Three!” With Toby’s last count he makes sure to swing her as hard as he could out of the window.

            They threw her like she weighed nothing. Her world pauses for a moment and as she fell, she catches a glimpse of hoodie with her headphones around his neck, as well as Toby smilingly manically while peaking his head through the window. Maskys eyes staring down menacingly. She just knows he’s smiling under that fucking mask. Before she’s knows it, she falls 20 feet to the ground. The spray cans burst in her backpack upon landing. The air is knocked out of her as she rolls to her side. She grunts, gasps and tenses her body at the pain. She can hear those fucking men laughing. All three of them as it seems. Gasping she turns to her stomach to get up. She has to fight her own body to try and stand up. Stumbling to her feet she fails a couple times before she gets up fully. Forcing herself to run she decides she can’t wait here any longer. She’d rather have that dinner than to see if they changed their mind.

A/N: (this is the AN I wrote when I first published this)

I had this idea while listening to the song.

youtu.be/-QSgUfphaTI?si=BINvQDmxHWEWihPg

Idk y but it was fun to write 😭 if people like this maybe I’ll turn it into a book. For now please check out my other work :3 if you can’t click the link it’s called Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx) by TWISTA on YouTube. It’s a good ahh song.

[bleach-your-panties]

babe! H, J, & K for Kuroo and Bokuto please!!! I have a need and I am dying 🫣

This is so fun, thank you in advance!

You fed me with this, because I missed my man Bokuto!🤍🖤💛

❥⋱Koutarou Bokuto:

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Bokuto loves giving you hickeys and he highly encourages you to give him hickeys as well! He wants everyone to know that he’s a happily taken man with a very healthy sex life 🤭

He loves to leave hickeys on your neck- trailing from your neck down your collarbone and down your shoulder. They vary in shape/size because he's constantly changing the tempo of his kisses, bites, and sucks. They will all be a bright to deep red, though, because he suckles on your skin like he's trying to eat it.

When he returns to his team after a heated night with you, he’ll intentionally walk around in just gym shorts and a wife beater so they all can see all the marks, hickeys, and nail indents that you've left on him!

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Sweet Love - Chris Brown

“Oh, baby, let’s get naked, just so we can make sweet love

All these sensations got me goin' crazy for ya

Inside on top of you, grindin' inside and out of you

Baby, I know what to do, baby, I know what to do

So come on, baby girl, let's just take our clothes off

Just so we can make sweet love

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G-Girl, you shy you wanna slow it down? (Down)

And you start screamin' when I go downtown (Ow!)

Just as long as you get crazy

And baby, don't get it confused

I'll do everythin' you want me to

And just as soon as you get naked, makin' love

ᰔ

Planez - Jeremih ft. J Cole

“I can put you in the mile-high club, what’s up? Let's take a trip,

Have you ever read “the world is yours”, on a blimp?”

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“I got you in the air, your body in the air - how it feel up here?

You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can, ain't nobody gone hear”

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“Oh you nasty, oh oh, you nasty

Both graduated, so fuck keeping it classy”

❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is an overzealous kisser sometimes, and he gets messy with a lot of spit - so much that it’ll be dribbling down the sides of your connected mouths. It’s only because he’s away often traveling for games and he misses you so much! Not being able to kiss and taste you for so many months at a time makes him sad.

Once he’s home, though, he’ll calm down and kiss you softly - all over your body. Like I said, he misses you. 

His lips suckle on your skin very gently. A stark contrast to his hornier, more urgent actions. He also likes to lick and flick his tongue over your skin while kissing it.

❥⋱Tetsurou Kuroo

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Now, you would think that he would be more open about giving hickies, but it actually makes him kind of shy.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a little shit, but even he makes himself blush when he sees how overexcited he got in the bedroom last night once you’re getting ready for work in the morning and trying to cover up the marks on your neck with makeup.

The size of his hickies will vary depending on what type of mood he’s in. Pent-up? Large, bruise-like marks with uneven edges and a deep mauve color in the center. He’s feeling good that day? Medium to large, with less suction behind them but they might have teeth marks around the edges.

He’ll suck hickies into your titties as well, and lick over the nipples before raising his head to give you a mischievous grin.

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Grind On Me - Pretty Ricky

“Baby, grind on me; relax your mind, take your time on me,

Let me get deeper, shawty ride on me.

Now come and sex me til your body gets so weak, with slow grindin’ baby”

—-

“I make em’ laugh and giggle, cuddle a little, suck on the nipple, lick the whipped cream from the middle,

Girlfriend I never go (raw), I rip off panties and I pop off (bras)

—-

“Pretty boy doin’ pretty good thangs, makin’ pretty good change

Gettin’ pretty good brain, from the pretty pretty chicks, gettin’ pretty damn rich

—-

“If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right, so let's take our time and do it right, cause we got all night”

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Meeting In My Bedroom - Silk

“There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so girl please don’t be late

There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so please don’t make me wait

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Looking at my Rollie, girl, I see it's almost time

I hope you're getting ready girl and don't forget the wine

How long 'til Monday, girl?

Tonight is just for you and I

And it's gonna be so fly (so fly, so fly, what what, what)

I like having you around so I gotta put you down

So be there or be square

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Step into mi casa, lay it down, down, down, down

(Come on yeah baby, yeah yeah yeah)

Got a little sumthing sumthing for my sexy mama, mama

Been checking for ya since day one

You're my moon and you're my sun

(You're my star, you shine, yeah)

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❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is a very, very, very good kisser. Playful. Just like a cat.

He’ll suck your bottom lip into his mouth and hold it before pulling back to stare at you, trying to make those golden brown eyes look as innocent as possible.

Loves to suck on your tongue and the sides of your mouth. His kisses will make you wet and leave you breathless.

When you fall asleep after a night full of passionate love-making with him, he’ll caress and kiss your back and shoulders.

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[ganonjo]

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