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roeroe-world · 6 months ago

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harlem world. (paid in full edition)

starring: laparriea as astrid, mekhi phifer as mitch

set in the mid to late 1980s.

warning(s): harsh language, use of marijuana, very detailed explicit smut, adult situations

Loud rap music blares loudly throughout the crowded block. Conversations and laughter being shared between individuals. It seems live, a block party but specifically for a certain group of people.

Everyone looked like money, incredibly flashy. Dressed in the finest furs, MCM coats, Rolexes, diamond and gold jewelry, Dapper Dan fashions. Sports cars, specifically Mercedes Benz’s were parked in the area— right in front of food joint, Willie’s Burger.

Pagers beeped at a constant rate in the atmosphere, alluring black and brown women flooding the social space as the men spit game— in the meanwhile exuding arrogance yet confidence ‘cause they know they got it like that.

If you were here, it was a significant reminder that you made it.

Almost every dude in the hoods of Harlem wished to be in the shoes of those who were able to make it to that level. The women, the clothes, the jewelry, the cars, the money, the love. Not many could achieve that level of success in the hood but if you did… you were that nigga.

“Nah, b. I was rockin’ Gucci before all of y’all niggas. Y’all just catchin’ the wave. Nah’ mean?”

The New York accents were severely heavy, ranging through the air. Often banging their fists into the palm of their hands or slapping their palms together, speaking with their hands as they get their points across. Stacks of money being tossed into the air.

The women were fly but in Mitch’s eyes, they had absolutely nothing on her.

Leaning on the hood of the cherry red BMW Ace gifted him— his pools of brown softly pierces at the side profile of the captivating young woman standing spaces afar from where he stood.

Her skin a perfect shade of brown, an ebony goddess. Eyes slanted, lashes curly and luscious. Cheekbones sitting high and mighty. Lips painted a bright shade of red, complimenting her skin tone.

Jet black tresses curled to perfection, pausing above her waist.

She was fly, a gray fur coat upon her frame. Bamboo heart shaped earrings amongst her ears, bouncing with every movement she made. A lollipop resting in her mouth.

The woman stood between another man’s legs, smiling in his face. Meanwhile, Mitch had a woman in his arms as she smiles in his face just as bright as hers— failing to attempt to keep his undivided attention on her. She follows his eyes, instantaneously growing upset the second she sets her eyes on the scene.

With an eye roll, she kisses her teeth before sending a rough shove to his shoulder and walking off with a switch in her hips.

Mitch’s eyebrows furrow in slight irritation at the woman’s sudden actions yet watches her hips for a moment then returns his gaze onto the beauty. Without wasting another second, he makes his way over.

Her short French tip manicure caresses the gold Jesus piece hanging around the man’s neck. Pearly whites being showcased as she converses with the male, beginning to caress his low beard and stare in his direction in pure infatuation yet lust.

She seems engulfed into his presence until Mitch made his presence very known.

“Astrid…” That familiar tone of voice, his dialect meets her eardrums causing her to nearly melt. Her head nearly snapping in his direction but she maintains her composure. “How’s it goin’, baby? You missed me?”

Their eyes connecting, a knowing smirk upon both of their canvases, “How’s it goin’, Mitch? I heard you were out.” Intentionally, she avoids his questions given they were being listened to and watched.

“Mitch. What’s happenin’ baby?” Dash quizzes, pulling the woman closer in his arms. His pools of brown searching upward and downward upon the man, wondering what he wanted. Already aggravated by his presence.

Astrid grasps the opportunity of analyzing Mitch’s frame, subtly admiring how fly he looked while her current companion tries to spark up a conversation.

Mitch glances the male up and down, letting out a slight comical laugh. “I’m livin’, b. I’m livin’…” His gaze averting onto the beauty. “This your mans now, huh?” His tone full of amusement and jealousy but he kept it cool, pointing in the male’s direction. Despite being bitter about the situation.

Her smile slightly drops, chuckling nervously. Before she could respond, Dash stands to his feet completely, gently forcing Astrid’s body behind his frame— no longer leaning on the side of his Benz. His hands folding in front of his frame. “Yeah, I’m her nigga now. What the fuck about it?” He steps to him fearlessly, their pools of brown piercing into one another’s intensely. There was no more playing nice.

The two men began to have a face off, staring in each other’s faces in silence. Pure hatred filling their brown orbs. They didn’t know each other quite well but they knew of each other around the way. Mitch couldn’t say he never liked him before but that’s all changed. He despises him now.

“Fuck out of my face, mothafucka.” Mitch sends him a mean mug, glancing over Dash’s shoulder. His attention falling upon a speechless Astrid. “Let me know when you ready to fuck with a real nigga again.” He marches away from the scene, pushing through the crowd and ignoring the stares.

Dash sends the air a kick of anger. “Kick fuckin’ rocks, you punk ass nigga. Get the fuck outta here. The fuck is he talkin’ about again? Fuck is he talkin’ bout, yo.”

Astrid waves him off, sending him an eye roll, “I’m ready to go. Take me home.” Her leather high heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she walks to the passenger side of his vehicle.

The male stood there, staring at the woman while clenching his jaw to maintain his composure. His fists tightening at his sides, lips completely sealed to refrain from saying something he would ultimately regret.

She sends him a look, “Dash?” With the simple harsh summon of his name, he pulls up his jeans before furiously marching to the driver’s side of his Benz and forcing the door open.

Dash speeds off the sidewalk, Astrid sitting in the passenger side. “Yo, what the fuck—” Her head resting in the palm of her hand, a heavy stressful sigh passing her lips while the male began to start an explosive argument with her.

Mitch overhears the commotion, observing the drop top speed off with a head shake. He takes a pull of the lit blunt in his hand, choosing to sit in his vehicle instead.

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Humming to herself, Astrid wipes the kitchen table. Her natural tresses swinging in the high ponytail upon her head with every step she takes. She began to wipe the counters. The television playing softly in the background from the living room of her two bedroom spacious apartment.

She’d spent most of the day cleaning, resetting her space. Rearranging picture frames, furniture, tossing out belongings that she no longer needs.

It was just one of those days.

These past couple of weeks has been pretty rough for the young woman. Work as well as her personal life kept her overstimulated. She was in need of a reset. And as the saying goes, ‘Cleanliness is next to Godliness.’

Three lovely knocks meets her door earning a sigh of pure annoyance from the woman. Honestly, she’s in no mood to deal with people at the moment.

Kissing her teeth at the sight in the peephole, she cracks the door open halfway, “You got some damn nerve showing up here, Mitch.” His smile drops the moment he catches the stern expression on her face. She doesn’t appear too ecstatic to see him.

“What, baby? I can’t come see you no more?”

Mitch remained persistent since that night of chaos and pettiness. Days at a time, he would send flowers and make efforts to talk to her but she would blow him off. Though, Astrid could tell he’s working to the best of his ability to be back in her good graces again.

“Why do you keep bothering me?” Her head tilts to the side in irritation yet amusement.

“Why you actin’ like that? That nigga Dash in here or somethin’?” He tries to get a good look inside and fails severely as she prepares to slam the door in his face. “First of all, Dash isn’t my father. Two, I never forgot how foul you did me. Don’t think ‘cause you been locked up that I bumped my head and caught amnesia.”

His facial expression softens. Unfortunately, she’s absolutely right. She wouldn’t have forgotten his mistakes and his wrongdoings. Astrid is far from stupid and he wouldn’t exactly expect her to be easy on him yet that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Yo, Astrid?” He began. She sighs already knowing he’s gonna feed her the same bullshit she used to fall for. “I know I fucked up, aight? I’m just tryna… I’m righting my wrongs. When I was locked down all I thought about was you, how much I missed you—”

“You ain’t waste no time to go back to hustling. Did you?” The woman interrupts him, no longer in the mood to hear any more lovey dovey shit. His silence proves her right, encouraging her to utter, “Exactly.”

“We all gotta eat. I can’t take care of you with no bread, baby. You know that?”

“I ain’t knocking your hustle. Do you what you gotta do. Besides, I’m so sick of you niggas tellin’ me y’all can take care of me and buy me this— buy me that. I can already do all that myself.” She argues. Frustration fueling her veins.

Mitch isn’t the first nor the last hustler she’s dated. Most of them were arrogant and made money their entire personality, she dreaded men that way. More often, they couldn’t treat her right.

They treated her more like a trophy, a possession. But Mitch…

“I know that.” He laughs slightly, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you make your own money but so do I and I like spending it on you. That shit ain’t gon’ change.” His gaze deep and passionate as he admires her natural beauty.

Their pools of brown flowing into one another’s intensely, “I’ve been such a bitch to you and you still won’t leave me alone?”

“Nah. I’m used to way worse.”

Mitch was different than the others.

Minus the issues of their relationship. She couldn’t deny how much of a passionate lover Mitch was. What they had was natural, never a lick of anything superficial. He treated her like his woman, not a possession.

She sends an eye roll, unable to fight her laughter. “Whatever, boy. What you want? I’m in the middle of something right now.” She lies straight through her teeth. Her apartment is practically clean.

“To take you out to eat. That’s it. I’ll bring you back home. No funny business.”

Looking him up and down, her tongue sliding against the side of her mouth, “Fine.” She gives in. “No funny business.” The beauty sending him a slight stern look but he could recognize her walls were slowly crumbling apart.

“Aight.” He remains nonchalant, fighting his smile yet not taking his eyes off of her.

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“Oh, wow.” Analyzing the inside of the restaurant, she fights her smile but eventually loses. “This is where we had our first date.” The restaurant was all too familiar to her. In fact, it began to bring back memories. Memories she and Mitch shared. It was apart of their history.

His lips forming into a charismatic smile, he replies, “Yeah. You remember?”

She doesn’t respond, allowing him to take her hand and lead her to their appointed table. “I was tryna impress you…” He tells her, his mind traveling back to that day. Suddenly, every detail began rushing through their minds.

They take a seat but instead of a regular table, the duo were seated at a booth unlike the last time. The second his arm sits upon her shoulder to pull her warm body closer to his, her gaze meets his hand before she sends him a look, “Don’t think everything is cool now ‘cause you did all of this. Remember you left me at my lowest, Mitch.” It seems as if he’s getting too comfortable.

A sigh escaping his throat, “I—”

“What can I get you two to drink?” The waiter unintentionally interrupts the male, glancing between the two unknowingly. “Just get us a bottle of Champagne.” He doesn’t even bother to look in the waiter’s direction, observing the young woman peering across the restaurant.

Her naturally long jet black tresses were pinned into an updo, exposing her captivating canvas. Even when she’s mad, she’s gorgeous.

The second the waiter saunters off, he summons her name, “Astrid?”

He didn’t understand her mood swings. Everything seemed cool in the car on the way here. Yet, she switched up on him that quick. It began to stress the male out. His patience was beginning to wane.

Her head turns to face him, glancing at his lips to his pools of brown, “Mitch?” She crosses her arms. “I lost our baby. The least you could’ve done was be there for me.”

The sudden mention of the miscarriage made him sit back, the subject made his entire demeanor change. His attention averting away from the woman seated on the side of his being.

“I wanted to be there for you but I got knocked. You know that.”

“Of course, I know. I also know that you don’t give a fuck about anybody but yourself. It’s you before anybody.”

“Yo, what?” His facial expression curls upward, head tilting backward in pure offense. “You know that ain’t true, Astrid. The miscarriage hurt me too. I tried to be the best support system I could be. Fuck, I got knocked. The fuck could I do from jail?” He manages to keep his voice down but others seated amongst the duo sensed the tension. “How long you gonna punish me, yo? I’m trying.”

Astrid doesn’t respond, keeping her lips sealed before uttering something she would regret. She couldn’t see past her anger nor her hurt to hear him out. She keeps her gaze ahead, fighting her tears.

“What I also know is that you ain’t pay me not one visit— you ain’t answer my phone calls nor did you write me back when I was in the joint. Let’s talk about that, huh?”

Scoffing, her head shaking side to side, “Take me home, Mitch.”

He watches her scoot out of the booth, angrily strutting past their table. At this point, they were earning stares. The waiter returns to the scene in confusion, the bottle of Champagne in hand.

“Send it back. We don’t need it.”

Despite not being able to have a drink nor a meal, he leaves a fat tip on the table and gets out of the booth. Disappointment and aggravation clouding over his frame.

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The car ride was severely silent. The wind blowing against both of their canvases and Astrid’s hair as Mitch’s drop top was down. Slow jams filling the space between the two as they snuck occasional glances at one another. They hadn’t uttered a single word to each other since their small disagreement at the restaurant.

Pride was eating at the both of them, resulting in the two to keep their lips sealed. Though, they had so much to say. So much pent up.

Parking in front of the apartment building, Astrid immediately reaches for the door. “Don’t you dare touch that door.” His voice meets her eardrums and she sits back, letting out a deep sigh.

The male gets out of the vehicle first, waltzing to the other side to open the door for the woman. Her gaze averts upward in his direction, their eyes connecting as she hops out. He breaks it before shutting the door behind her being.

Connecting their hands, “You got any business to take care of tonight?” She quizzes, a glint in her eye.

“Maybe.” He replies smartly.

“Put it on hold.” His eyebrow raising at the woman’s demand. “I need you to take care of me right now.”

Her head buries into the crook of his neck, planting sensual kisses while traveling to his jawline— soon came his lips. Their lips connect into a soft union, growing fervent as time progresses.

Each breath one let out, the other sucked in. Pink wet muscles dancing with one another hungrily, ardent. Their heart beat racing as neither of the two struggled to keep up. They matched each other’s energy perfectly.

The young woman disconnects their lips, Mitch pursues for more— his low bedroom eyes piercing deeply downward into hers but she tilts her head backward. Patience is a virtue. Instead, maintains the tight grip on his hand and leads him inside of her apartment building.

The night is still young.

The second they step foot inside of her apartment, Mitch was on the woman like white on rice. He pins her hands above her head against the wall, tonguing her down as if his life depended upon it.

It began to grow hot, extremely hot. The humid temperature led to the pair ripping off their clothes, completely bare and sweaty.

He was in absolute control as he wasted no more time to enter her wanting, dripping crevice. “O-Oh shit!” His hips circling into hers deeply, passionately. His pools of brown pouring deep into hers, her legs tightening around his waist so she couldn’t fall out of his tight hold.

Astrid’s head falls against the wall, mouth hanging agape. Pleasure clouds her lust filled brain daze. Neither of two could think clearly, lost in the world of fire and desire.

She took whatever he offered like a good girl, screaming to the top of her lungs. Her once neat apartment began to get messy as their sexcapades grew wilder, their body parts knocking over whatever is in their way. They were like animals, ravishing their prey which happens to be one another.

All this time of being apart, not with one another when they’ve been longing to be in this position. Yet, they were, in multiple positions indeed.

The pent up anger and frustration increased their stamina. Hours they went on, experiencing orgasms at an exhausting rate, not for once becoming tired of one another. In fact, the couple was dedicated to showcase their talents. It became more of a competition, a challenge. So far, Mitch had the upper hand, fucking her so good that it brought her to tears.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Her squeals high-pitched and deafening.

“You like that shit?” Mitch’s voice deep and rough, roaring throughout the apartment. His gold chain dangling in her face.

They talked their shit, mouths uttering nothing but pure filth that they were in dire need of having their mouths washed out with soap. Astrid left him tongue tied with her tricks but it wouldn’t be long before he would outshine her which he did. Every single fucking time. The neighbors being the least of their concerns.

At times, Astrid would try to be as quiet as she could. But she couldn’t, especially when she was trying to prove that he isn’t getting the best of her when indeed he is. He left her screaming, creaming, crying for the most high.

“Fuckkkk…” She cries out into the atmosphere. French tip acrylics dragging along his sweaty chest, needy watery eyes peering upward in the male’s direction. Legs cracked open widely. Desperate for more as if her aching pussy isn’t being fed enough as is.

The couch shook violently. The harsh sounds of skin slapping surrounds the humid living room. Mitch’s grip upon her shaky thighs were tight so she wouldn’t escape, her nectar flowing through her cavern excessively curating loud squelching sounds. Both of their gazes occasionally glancing at where their bodies met, the pair feeling the intense passion.

“Fuck, I love you.” The woman babbles drunkenly though she isn’t under any kind of influence. “I love you, Mitch. Don’t ever leave me again.” Tears cascading along her mahogany cheeks.

His top row of pearly whites sinks into his plump bottom lip, groaning to himself, “Fuck.” He was giving her his absolute all, an ultimately mind blowing performance. He looked incredibly sexy on top of her, sweating and panting heavily.

Astrid pulls his thick, long phallus out of her and welcomes him between her warm first pair of lips instead. Her gaze low and seductive, crawling to him upon her knees without a single complaint. Mitch’s mouth fell agape yet again for the millionth time tonight, watching her head bob up and down with much passion. Her hand twisting around his veiny hardened member all in the same note.

“Ah, shit.” He moans lowly, eyes shutting in pure pleasure for a moment. His fingers tangling within her messy tresses that sweated out due to their activities.

“Fuck, I missed you…” She sucks him off like no tomorrow, kissing and licking it as if it would be her last. “I love you too. I ain’t going no fuckin’ where, baby.” He babbles mindlessly though he meant every word he said, rocking his hips into her face. His reaction only encourages her to go harder.

Tears rolling along her face with a mouth full, grasping the opportunity of tasting her sweet honey in the process. Clearly, she isn’t trying to be pretty nor cute. But in Mitch’s eyes, she looked incredibly sexy, slurping him into cloud nine.

Her cavern throbbing for him again but she’s focused on pleasuring him, not holding back whatsoever. “Hm, I missed you.” She hums softly, going back to work. In the meanwhile, admiring the creation of his curved dick. Her tight throat welcoming him without an issue, making love to him using her tongue. Her tongue could do wonders.

She’s far from afraid of it. Her first go round, she avoided it but now she went all the way. Complete full throttle. Not once did Astrid hold back, especially tonight.

Honestly, this isn’t her thing and she didn’t do it for every guy she’s been with sexually. But for Mitch, Astrid went there and not once does she feel disgusted nor ashamed about it. It came naturally.

Then she stops, in desperate need of the sensation of him inside of her again, sitting upon his lap and sinking onto his rock hard member yet again. “Yes…” She sighs to herself, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Mitch observing her reaction as well as her breasts, sending a harsh smack to her backside.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.” She bounces on top of Mitch’s lap, fucking herself into oblivion. Lips falling agape as squeals and whines escapes her throat. Her hands resting on his chest.

The male sits up to bury his face into the crook of her neck, leaving love bites upon her smooth ebony skin. The throbbing, the pleasure, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Panting heavily, Mitch encourages her, “Come for me. Let that shit go.” He fucks up into her, tapping at her spot consistently, his climax quickly approaching yet again for the night.

“Mitch…” She whimpers, eyebrows furrowing together pleasurably.

A familiar sensation within the pent of her stomach approaches and she couldn’t contain it any longer. “There you go, baby.” It was as if her soul was being snatched out of her body the moment her orgasm comes crashing down upon the woman. Her legs shaking violently.

His gaze falling between their connected bodies, admiring how soaked and sloppy everything looks. She felt so good, too good.

“Oh, shit.” He groans aloud, reaching his climax as well. His tongue dragging across his lips as his arms tightens around her waist. Mitch ensures every drop of his seed meets her walls.

A moment of silence clouds the two before Astrid lets out a small laugh of disbelief, mind blown by what just occurred between the two. One thing for sure, she was far from disappointed.

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The frying pan sizzles intensely as Astrid cracks an egg carefully to prevent any shells from falling inside. Rap music blasting from the stereo system due to Mitch turning it on before hopping in the shower.

The morning after their wild night fell and she was still on a slight high, smiling brightly whenever memories would flood her mind. It left her in a good enough mood to cook.

Whilst stirring the eggs, Mitch enters the kitchen. A towel loosely hanging from his waist. He grabs a piece of bacon from the plate off the table, taking a bite before sending a slap to her backside. Astrid slightly jumps, “Stoppp!” She drags out, blushing wildly. “You owe me for my hair appointment too.”

Previously, her tresses were all over the place. The strands were frizzy and slightly untamed. She didn’t want to deal with it so she put her hair in a ponytail which happens to be messy but it was decent for the moment.

His arms enveloping around her waist, head resting upon her shoulder. “I got you.” Lips meeting the side of her neck, planting small loving pecks along her mahogany skin.

A couple enthusiastic knocks pounds upon her door earning the couple’s attention. “Yo, Astrid, baby? It’s me. Open the door.” Dash’s booming voice is heard from the outside. A heavy sigh passing Astrid’s lips. Mitch couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself, chewing softly on the piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Don’t you start, Mitchell.” She points the spatula in the male’s direction, sitting it down amongst the counter. The male’s pools of brown trailing up and down the beauty’s petite frame as she began to walk past him.

Adjusting her silk robe, the woman unlocks and opens the door halfway to lay eyes on a grinning Dash. “What’s up? I hit you up earlier. You ain’t get my call.” He appears ecstatic to see her though Astrid couldn’t exactly say she felt the same.

Dash was a guy she liked at some point of time. She held an infatuation with his personality, also enjoyed the stacks of money he would give her just because. But Dash was just company. A man she dealt with whenever she was in the mood or bored.

Her manicured hand reaching to the side of her neck, scratching it awkwardly, “I…” She began, though she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Mitch smoothly saunters behind the woman, standing firmly and looking him dead in the eye. “She was busy.” He answers for her, making his presence very known, watching Dash’s entire demeanor change. He couldn’t lie, Mitch enjoyed seeing that dumbfounded expression upon his canvas.

“What the fuck goin’ on, Astrid? Why this wack ass nigga speakin’ to me right now?” Dash points to the male, laughing as if he’s a joke.

“She ain’t your concern no more. So whatever y’all had before is dead, my nigga. Don’t come around here no more.” The woman remains silent as Mitch speaks loud and clear. His Harlem accent strong and demanding, not a single speck of hesitation nor crack within his tone. He was quite adamant about his demands.

It wouldn’t take long for Dash to connect the dots, glancing between the two. “Yo…” Dash began in realization, lifting a fist to his mouth. “I see what this is. Aight, aight. Cool.” He maintains his composure, grinning knowingly. “I see how it is.” Though he’s highly upset, she could tell. An expression of defeat falling onto his canvas.

“So, baby, you fuckin’ with him now? Hm? That’s what we doin’? After everything I did for you, ma.” Dash lets out a calm laugh, his head nodding in quite disbelief. It was a taking a lot in him to not go off but he kept his cool. He remained nonchalant.

“Yeah, she fuckin’ with a real nigga again.” The arrogant smirk upon Mitch’s lips results in Dash’s chest to slightly heavy up and down. He so badly wanted to smack it off. “You was just somebody she was dealin’ with to kill time when I was gone. But I’m back and your time is up.”

It was no secret that Astrid and Mitch had history. Mitch didn’t play about her and that’s never changed. After he was arrested, men wasted no absolute time to make advances towards the woman— Dash being one of them. They were aware that it really wasn’t much that Mitch could do inside. Plus, Astrid is a grown woman.

But now that he’s free, he returned to reclaim what was once his and will always be.

Astrid glances between the two, holding her laughter. She wasn’t exactly expecting this interaction but she doesn’t stop it nor does she encourage it. Her silence triggers Dash.

“What he sayin’ true, Astrid?” His gaze averting onto the young woman behind his oversized clear glass frames, adjusting his black Kangol bucket hat before folding his hands in front of his frame. “I thought we had somethin’ special. You was playin’ me?”

Softly, she simply says, “Dash…” Ultimately feeling bad for him.

“You got the point? Cool. Go kick some fuckin’ rocks then, punk ass nigga.”

Mitch pulls the woman closer to his bare chest, rudely slamming the door in the male’s face and locking the door. Astrid sends him a look causing his eyebrows to furrow together, replying with, “What?” He returns to kitchen and she follows closely behind, giggling softly.

“You a fuckin’ mess.”

#black beauty #80s #paid in full #Mitch #black love #black women #black men #roeroeworld #laparriea #romance

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flor4de4amor · 6 months ago

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chat lemme over share again before i go take my nap bc i just got home

so i was walking home, as girls in the world do. n everytime i walk home literally every jobless man in my town in sitting in front of the liquor store. BUT TODAY, the most finest of fine mascs was there w them niggas n i was like walking so i wouldn’t have to interact w all them. bc i have a long commute n im just very oh so very tired. anyway she was looking at me n was like, “can yall move, pretty girl tryna get home rn.” i literally died inside n was smiling blushing so hard.

#lina speaks ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧�� ˚｡⋆#she’s so fine N SHE WINKED AT ME like who do you think you are? do you want me to be your housewife?#i mean i’ve seen her around at like the grocery store n stuff but i’ve never seen her infront of the liquor store which is like RIGHT by my #anyway i don’t think she knows im 17 or else she wouldn’t have been maybe so flirty but if she can wait like 3 more months till im legal #yeah i’m in there.#sigh anyway

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urfavblackbimbo · 2 months ago

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I wanna bite in his ears while he’s in me 🤤🤤🤰🏿

AARON PIERRE: SAG-AFTRA Interview (2024)

#aaron pierre #terry richmond #fine as fuck #world’s finest nigga #fine nigga alert #tooo fine #fine black men #i’m 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦#daddy daddy daddy #my momma didn’t raise no quitter #my man <3

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bboyplankton · 11 months ago

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Baby Rose – Through & Through

THEY. – Nü Moon

Eric Bellinger – 1(800)HIT-EAZY: Line 2

Jozzy – Songs for Women, Free Game for Niggas (Deluxe)

Diddy – The Love Album: Off the Grid

Paramore – This Is Why

October London – The Rebirth of Marvin

Romy Dya – Transformation – EP

Buju Banton – Born for Greatness

Fall Out Boy – So Much (For) Stardust

Kali Uchis – Red Glow in Venus

Destin Conrad – Submissive

Mariah the Scientist – To Be Eaten Alive

Queen Naija – After the Butterflies – EP

Justine Skye – Dark Side

Maeta – When I Hear Your Name

Love Moor – Love – EP

Valerie Omari – Closure – EP

Mannywellz – Mr. Olúlala – EP

Xenia Manasseh – Love/Hate Pt. 1

Cedric Brazle – …What I Know Now – EP

Selah Sue – Persona (Deluxe)

Ciara – CiCi

Tinashe – BB/Ang3l

Idman – Risk: Reloaded

ATSN – Where Do We Go From Here?

Destra – Unchained

Chiiild – Better Luck In The Next Life

Biako – Feelings Happen

Jastin Martin – Miss Me Yet?

Daniel Caesar – Never Enough (Bonus Version)

Tink – Thanks 4 Nothing

Sekou – Out of Mind – EP

Roy Woods – Mixed Emotions

Terrace Martin & James Fauntleroy – Nova – EP

Forest Claudette – Everything Was Green – EP

Musiq Soulchild & Hit-Boy – Victims & Villains

Traetwothree – Long Story Short – EP

Kevin Ross – Midnight Microdose, Vol. 1 – EP

Lavi$h – You Made A Big Mistake

Chlöe – In Pieces

Cleo Sol – Heaven

Kaleem Taylor – Ember

Adrian Dzvuke – Don’t Worry About It Sweetheart – EP

Devon Gilfillian – Love You Anyway

Nonso Amadi – When It Blooms

Ellie Goulding – Higher Than Heaven (Deluxe)

Brandy – Christmas with Brandy

King Sis – Pendulum – EP

Ebony Riley – ebony – EP

Lojay – Gangster Romantic

Popcaan – Great Is He

Jean Deaux – Heavy

TheARTI$t – ARTchives

Cisco Swank – More Better

Winny – Winny

Yung Bleu – Love Scars II

Hamzaa & 1srael – Rush – EP

Tim Lyre – MASTA

Kevin Ross – Midnight Microdose, Vol. 2 – EP

Ed Sheeran – - (Deluxe)

Saleka – Séance

Gorillaz – Cracker Island

James Blake – Playing Robots Into Heaven

Joya Mooi – What’s Around the Corner

Safe – Safe & Sound

Dinner Party – Enigmatic Society

Yakul – Outlines – EP

T-Pain – On Top of The Covers

Omah Lay – Boy Alone (Deluxe)

Angie Stone – Love Language

Jon Batiste – World Radio Music

Summer Walker – Clear 2: Soft Life – EP

PinkPanthress – Heaven Knows

Amari Noelle – Take II

Cee-Lo Green & Jack Splash – Serious – EP

Ed Sheeran – Autumn Variations

Mac DeMarco – 5 Easy Hot Dogs

Sabrina Carpenter – emails I can’t send fwd:

Arlo Parks – My Soft Machine (Deluxe)

Laufey – Bewitched

Keke Palmer – Big Boss

Jayda G – Guy

Gracie Abrams – Good Riddance

J. Brown – The Art of Making Love

Wanmor – WanMor

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sadittyprincess · 2 years ago

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Soccer really got the finest niggas out of all the sports in the world like

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urfavblackbimbo · 1 month ago

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Sista this is sooo gooood🥵💕👀 my kitty is dripping after reading this and I’m a need Aaron to come to my bed IMMEDIATELY and the ear rubbing 🤰🏿🥴👅 I love his big ass ears with his big everything self 👀🙂‍↕️ and Daddy!Aaron/Terry is always gonna do it for me 🥺💕

He Loves to Talks You Through It (Aaron Pierre)

Warning: Pure Smut, No Plot (18+)

"Right here, baby, in my eyes. Can you keep them open for me?"

Those eyes, damn, those fucking eyes. It was like you were completely lost, drowning in the deep, swirling mix of emerald and amber, colors that seemed to shift depending on his mood. You'd seen them change so many times—whether it was lust, when they darkened with anger, when his brows would furrow and his jaw clenched tight, barely containing what he was feeling inside; or even sadness, when they softened, filled with a heaviness he tried so hard to hide. Many emotions flickered through them, making it impossible to look away like he was holding back something that he was waiting to unleash.

"Don't hide from me, princess. I need you to keep them on me.."

His plump, plink lips glistened, freshly moistened by his tongue, which was still soaked with your juices. The way he licked them slowly, savoring every drop, made you feel like he could devour you entirely. That taste seemed to make him feral, he wanted to claim every inch of you.

"You look so beautiful when you're taking me like this.."

But it wasn’t just the taste of your essence that had you hooked. It was the sound of his voice, that smooth London accent, rolling effortlessly off his tongue when he spoke to you in the sweetest, most tender way. It almost felt like what you were really tasting was the sweetness of his words, more than your own juices. His words touched you in ways that had you craving more, not just of his body, but of the way he made you feel when he spoke.

"My sweet girl, so perfect for me.."

You could still taste yourself on his tongue, that sweet, lingering flavor covering you with the warmth of his breath as it brushed against your lips from the kiss he’d left you with just moments ago. His lips felt just as good as they looked—soft and pillowy. Your fingers found their way to his ears, lightly massaging them as you playfully sucked on his bottom lip, feeling the soft tug of his skin against your own. He responded by pulling at your top lip with just as much passion, his breath hitching before he pulled away slightly, catching your lips in another tender kiss that made your heart skip a beat.

"Mmm, so soft..so beautiful.."

When he finally pulled away, those pretty orbs scanned your face as if memorizing every detail, while his flushed lips parted slightly as if he was still savoring the taste of you. The small tugs you made on his ears made the corner of his lips turn up in a soft smile, something that made you blush. He leaned in again, the heat of his body pulling you closer, and you could see how much he loved this—how much he loved you.

"You feel so damn good, wrapping around me like the good girl you are. Taking me deeper, and deeper, and..fuck...deeper."

Your knees were wrapped snugly around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt his dick twitch inside you. His strong hands gripped your wrists, pinning them beside your head and holding you firmly in place. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, leaving you damn near breathless. The way your pussy gripped his dick made you feel completely at his mercy, every inch of him filling you as his hips twisted and rolled painfully slow. The thrusts were deep, drilling into you with as if he were mining for gold. Every time he hit that sweet spot, your breath got caught, his name just barely escaping your lips.

The way he had you pinned, the way he took control, your belly mimicked that same feeling you experienced when a rollercoaster made that big drop.

"I want you to focus on how it feels when I'm deep inside you. Uhn uhn, look at me—don’t look away. Let me see..."

His forehead pressed against yours, sweat dripping down from his brow as his body worked tirelessly to keep you lost in a blissful state of euphoria. His pretty caramel-colored skin glistened, catching the light in a way that made him look even more flawless than usual. Every bead of sweat traced down his features and the contours of his muscles. He was concentrated and confident, giving you every bit of his attention.

"Mhm, just like that. Makin' me fucking weak when you look at me with those pretty brown eyes.."

With his fresh haircut and sharp line-up, he looked as yummy as ever, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air and made you want to swallow him whole. Honestly, having someone as fine as him fucking you felt like a dream, a wild fantasy brought to life.

Your chest was caving in with every deep breath, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this man was doing to you. It felt like your body was buzzing and you were doing your best to keep your eyes on his. The whines that escaped your lips were almost being sucked in by him, his own lips hovering close to yours, ready to catch every sound you made.

"Mmm, keep those whimpers coming. You're taking me in so good, so wet..just for me.."

You were sucking in his grunts just as eagerly as he was drinking in your noises. As deep as he was driving into you, your gushy walls were making his knees weak, stirring up nervous flutters in his belly. He masked it well, though, keeping that confident facade as he focused on you, completely lost in you. But you could see it in his eyes—the way he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"There it is..I can feel you tightening around me. Talk to me darling, is it right here?"

Your pussy was getting wetter by the second, causing your grip on his hands to tighten. You were pinned against him with nowhere to escape. His hips were perfectly angled, grazing your G-spot with each thrust, making the hairs stand on your skin and your face twist with pleasure.

"Tell me that’s your spot; I need to hear you say it. Tell Daddy how deep he is.."

You didn’t have to say a word; the sounds your pussy made filled the air and spoke for you. The sounds that told him everything he needed to know. The way your fingers clutched his hands, the way your slick walls wrapped around him, all communicated the delicious torture he was putting you through.

As you struggled to speak, he was watching you closely, taking in every tiny change in your expression. He was digging into you like a shovel, watching your lips part in desperate gasps, trying to let out your whimpers. But now, those sounds were fading, as he fucked the voice out of you. He knew he had you completely under his spell.

"Breathe through it, love. You can take it,"

His eyes looked down, watching your walls pull around him, holding onto him tighter. He pulled out slowly, teasing you just enough before thrusting right back in,

"You can take every single inch of me,"

You could feel him deep inside, filling you completely, not one inch of you unfulfilled. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the way his body moved against yours.

“That's right, let it happen, princess. I'm right here, give it to me..”

He was so calm, his voice so steady as he stroked your index finger with his thumb while your hands were still in his grasp. He was coaxing you to surrender to him, completely let go and be vulnerable in his hold.

"Shit, that's my girl. Just give in to me baby, don't hold back. I want to feel every fucking drop.."

As you felt the orgasm creeping up, your body shuddered to every angle, every hit of your spot, he knew exactly what you needed.

“Look at that, ” he murmured, his eyes marveling and locked onto where your juices splashed onto his dick and thighs, glistening in the soft light. You were soaking him, drenching the sheets beneath you, and gasping for air like you were surfacing from deep water. You both shook and writhed beneath him, and he watched you with a look in his eyes that made your pussy grab at him again. A satisfied smile crept onto his face, full of not only pride but also arousal, as he saw you unraveling completely under him.

“See? You can take it all,” he said with a playful smirk, his lips still ghosting over yours as you attempted to catch your breath. You rolled your eyes and smiled lazily at his comment.

"And because I know you can take it all..I'm going to need one more from you, okay?"

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I would like to believe I proofread this a billion times, so hopefully there are little to no mistakes. Hope y’all enjoyed!!!

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#aaron pierre #aaron pierre fanfic #aaron pierre smut #fine nigga alert #aaron pierre x reader #world’s finest nigga #i’m 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦#i would put his big ass down 🤤🤤#🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨#bring that ass here NEOOOOWW #I need to fuck this nigga periodttt #aaron pierre has rotted my brain #aaron please come home our daughters and cat misses you #let me just hop on it plzzzz🥺

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Watch ScHoolboy Q - Druggys WitH Hoes Again ft Ab-Soul (Official Video) on YouTube Music

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"Druggy's Wit Hoes Again"

(feat. Ab-Soul)

Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again

[ScHoolboy Q]

Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down

Comin' down off a pill, see what next we on

Bad little bitch in the driver's seat

Fuck them rappers, should be bumpin' me

Puff on your own, shit, I puff alone

Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch

Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick

Stuck me up, and didn't hit a lick

Retaliated, had to bust off quick

Uh, let me see, here's some orange juice

You like taking E? Hennessey, yeah, on the rocks

Take a shot and I'll take a bop, uhhh

Little sarcasm, swag O.D. got 'em all laughing

G Hippy, he gon' orgasm

Leanin' out the 4, now I'm really spazzin'

Hmm, Backwoods, that good, high as hell

YSL, nigga, rack me out, rack me out, I say rack me out!

Just sold it out, then stack me out

Fuck all that shit you be talkin' bout

On the come up and the world can vouch

Been around the world, now my mommy house

Uh, pulled her panties south and I stuck it north

Yeah I fucked, of course

Having intercourse, I can fuck for life

Guess I fucked her right

She keep talking like

You nasty (you nasty)

You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)

You know you nasty

Bet I got some weed

Bet I got yo bitch

Bet she on her knees

Bet she swallow dick

Bet she love my swag

Bet she leave yo ass

Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down

[Ab-Soul]

Solo ho (solo ho)

Leanin' like a motherfuckin' cholo, ho

Blue chucks on, El Pollo Loc'

Black lip bastard, O.G. master

Off of E she climax faster

Spread her legs like mayonnaise

Been her game since Sega Saturn (Soooul)

I won't pass the weed, but I'll pass your bitch

Would you relax a bit? I'm on activist

Them niggas thought I had a laxative

Now, ain't that some shit?

Hmm, ain't that some shit?

She suck dick, but she don't give me no lip

I run shit, but I don't be on no field

Bust on hoes, don't need no clip

Now, that's gangsta, bitch

Rollin' through the city with my gangsta bitch

I'm a gangsta, bitch! (HiiiPower)

We on y'all heels like anklets

Q, tell these niggas what we on

??? hallway, blowed all day, carry on

She unzipped these 501 jeans, after that she told me

She told me...

You nasty (you nasty)

You nasty (you nasty) SOUL!

You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)

You know you nasty

Bet I got some weed

Bet I got yo bitch

Bet she on her knees

Bet she swallow dick

Bet she love my swag

Bet she leave yo ass

Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down

Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties

Ass, titties, pussy ho, ass, titties

Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties

Ok! Extra pills, extra pills, I got extra pills

2 for the 10, nigga, extra pills, give your bitch some sex appeal

Hey Soul! (extra pills)

Nigga, what'chu want? (extra pills)

2 for the 10? (extra pills)

Well, fuck it then, nigga, give 'em extra pills!

Extra pills! Extra pills!

Fuck that, nigga! 2 for the 10, OD on a nigga! Extra pills!

Uh, uh, I said extra pills!

Still got the baddest hoes, still burn the finest weed, everywhere we go, they still know who we be

Now, take a picture

Now, let me be, TDE

Got them hoes again, Q, Q, ay, ay, Q, got the weed again

Solo

Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down...

#Youtube

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bunieboo · 2 years ago

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If this..is all right…I’m going to be sick to my stomach

#then they said Suresh comes back wit a WHITE BIH…it’s over it’s so incredibly over #gabi the girl w the turtle tat #god they made Suresh the finest nigga just to make him like every nigga n the world god #lifgs5 #litg suresh

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written-beyond-the-grave · 4 years ago

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Mikaelsons Black History Month

First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left

Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?

Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.

Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!

Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM

Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.

They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.

SHEEEEEEEEESH

Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.

“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?

“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.

At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?

Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”

Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”

They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.

“Alexa, you know what to do.”

And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA

LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip

“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”

Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling

You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again

With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces

TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.

First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo

We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some

Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.

But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.

After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.

With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.

Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.

Anyways

Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.

Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration

They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!

You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.

You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)

LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™

Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”

Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill

LMFAOOO enjoy

#klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #tvd x reader #the originals #black reader #black!reader #poc!reader #poc reader #niggasbelike

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