#world’s finest nigga

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Hey sistawives✨✨

So I saw this on insta today and let’s talk about this nigga here LAWDDD HELP ME JESUSSSSS I didn’t even realize that was him in the beginning but look at him being a MANNN A GOOD MAN SAVANNA, BITCHHHH he’s a protector AHHHHH he can fights niggas AHHHHHHHH I CANTTTTT he can put me in a armbar and put me in soo many submissions 🤤💦💦🤪 and now that I’m thinking about it MMA Trainer! Terry x Newbie! Reader and he trains her and ends up fucking her on the mat 👀👀 💢⭕️💢⭕️💢⭕️ sista’s I need to stop I can’t stop thinking about him I need help (not really)

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Y’all I got these pictures from Pinterest (but I need to thirst about this black king really quick)

Lawd help me jesus, 🥵 if you are listening to me right now please send me a man that looks like him please. Y'all for the past two days straight I have been watching rebel ridge I can't get this man out of my head like I was at the gym today and none of these niggas look like Terrence James Richmond.....FUCKKK MY LIFEE 😭I am down for this man and I know in my heart, mind, body and soul that his dick is big 🧎🏿‍♀️🧎🏿‍♀️just everything about him is big 👀👀 and he has to be the finest nigga on this earth to walk today. I would put his ass down, purrr😈 I wanna bite his ears and lastly I need him in a love story with a black woman and he needs to a eater 👅 and hunching on our sista’s🙏🏿.

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He’s OUTSSIIDEEEEEE And I’m loving this look that he’s been wearing like he’s really my daddy I CANTTTTTTT AND I STAY RIDING ON HIS DICK y’all don’t know how bad I want to moan rn but I’m at work 😭 the only thing he’s missing is me and our 6 kids 🥰🙂‍↕️💦💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[slut4megantheestallion]

hey cutie i couldn’t find the post to look at who you write for but what about some Fanum headcanons? love u 💗💗💗

Fanum Headcannons ☆

● He may look intimidating, but in reality, he's such a lovable guy. He wouldn't even hurt a fly. He treats you with so much respect.

● He may not be the most athletic, but he has a cute face to make up for it. Like out of everyone in the group, he's the finest.

● fanum is very confident, man, so when he first met you, he made the first move on you, and you couldn't help but smile. When he was around, you talked to you. You couldn't help but smile.

● He be giving you nicknames like 'my heart, mama's ma, etc)

● He's a very chill person, sure he likes going out but he likes staying at home being with you and relaxing together.

● He'll have you on his 24/7 like this man is so in love with you he can't help but show you off in front of the whole world.

● He is a very passionate lover, like he has a very good heart, and that's what you like about him.

● You're number 1 fan. If you post yourself on social media, he would comment on it, heart it, anything you name it.

● He's overprotective but he not crazy wit it, like of course he'll let you have your freedom, and doesn't control anything you wear, he knows that if a nigga tries to flirt with you, you wouldn't be interested because you got him and only him, but if someone touches you inappropriately he ain't got no problems throwing hands.

●He loves that you are a food lover like him. He isn't really into sharing his food because he greedy, but with him, he'll share his food. This man would take you out to the most fanciest restaurant and let you try the most amazing food.

● He such a gentleman man, because niggas today is trifling but he ain't like that, this man would carry you if you tired, he'll hold doors for you, open the car door so you can get on first.

● This man would spoil you, like he doesn't care, he'll get you whatever you want. Like he provides you anything.

● He'll take you on dates all the time, he'll cook for you, he'll get you flowers.

● He's such a down to earth guy like he is so chill and is very humble.

● He'll never lie to you. He tells you everything. He's like your best friend, y'all be gossiping like y'all in high school .

● Yes, even though he shares his food with specifically you, he still does the fanum tax. The both of y'all do, both of you be stealing food from the other guys in the house, especially kai. He is having good snacks.

● This man is really good at calming you down. If you were mad, sad, or going through something, he'll be there for you for your mental health. He's very patient and gentle with you.

● Very clingy, he only wants you to be around him 24/7. He always hugged you from behind, cheek kisses.

● I feel like he's the type to get a tatt with your name on it.

● You can never stay mad at fanum wherever fanum does something that's gets you mad. You can never be mad at him because he always makes you laugh and put you in a good mood. "C'mon ma, you know you can't stay mad at me forever." Fanum teases you as he gives you a lot of cheek kisses. You were trying to make him stop, but you couldn't resist as you were smiling.

● He loves to cuddle, he feels so soft and warm, and he smells really good.

● He loves playing video games on his streams he'll have you come play the game with him,but if you didn't know how to play, he'd teach you. He thinks it's so cute when you get frustrated with the game.

● Yo, this man when he speaks Spanish is so fucking sexxy, like when he speaks Spanish it does something to you, he'll say something sweet in Spanish even if you didn't understand.

● Overall, fanum is the best boyfriend you can ever ask for he's such a cutie patootie.

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This nigga is not playin’ let me sit my little pretty ass down on your lap daddy like do you was those thighs I wanna spread them apart and become the world’s best eater 🥵🤤 you don’t have to tell me twice either, like this nigga so biggggg (moans) I would climb his big ass like a tree and I just know in my heart that he is a MUNCH AN EATERRRRR 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ u can’t tell me he ain’t and horny thought (mdni!) do y’all think when Aaron is munchin’ on the kitty that he’s a moaner? and his strong ass can wrap your thighs and hold you in place😏🤪🥴 let me take my horny ass to bed chileeeeeee

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond Rebel Ridge (2024) dir. Jeremy Saulnier

[flor4de4amor]

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.

[bboyplankton]

R&B/Pop/Alternative Albums 2023

Dende - 95' Civic

Tone Stith - P.O.V. - EP

Arin Ray - Phases III - EP

Jungle - Volcano

Chris Brown - 11:11

Elmiene - Marking My Time - EP

Masego - Masego

Sam Smith – Gloria

Phabo - Don't Get Too Cozy

Ama Lou - I Came Home Late

Casper Sage - Synthesis+ - EP

JMSN - Soft Spot

Abby Jasmine - Growing Pains

Emotional Oranges - Still Emo

Vedo - 7

Kenyon Dixon - The R&B You Love

Kyra - as things grow

Rory - I Thought It'd Be Different

Mahalia - IRL (Deluxe)

RAAHiim - But if iiM Honest

Jessie Ware - That! Feels Good!

Victoria Monet - Jaguar II

Jorja Smith - falling or flying

Vedo - Mood Swings

Jordan Ward - moreward(Forward)

Austin Millz – Breathwork – EP

Azekel – Analyze Love

Teezo Touchdown – How Do You Sleep At Night?

Rum.gold – U Street Anthology

Sebastian Mikael – Phileo Deluxe – EP

Leon Thomas – Electric Dusk

Brent Faiyaz – Larger Than Life

Jacob Lattimore – Closure – EP

BJ the Chicago Kid – Gravy

Kiana Ledé – Grudges

Sabrina Claudio – Archives & Lullabies

Tay Iwar – Summer Breeze

The Teskey Brothers – The Winding Way

Adi Oasis – Lotus Glow

Ellie Ingram – Bad Behavior

Dende – Before We Crash – EP

Saint Harison – lost a friend – EP

Leonard Charles – Heaven – EP

Raheem Devaughn – The Summer of Love

Sy Ari Da Kid – Toxicity At It’s Finest

Omarion – Full Circle: Sonic Book 1

Jane Handcock – World of Women

Khamari – A Brief Nirvana

BLK ODYSSY – Diamonds & Freaks

Elhae – Forotten Flowers

Ambré – who’s loving you? – EP

Noah Guy – Who’s Taken Time?! (Act II) – EP

Chase Shakur – it’s not you, it’s me…it’s love

6lack – Since I Have A Lover

Burna Boy – I Told Them…

Majid Jordan – Good People

Cleo Sol – Gold

Alexis Ffrench – Christmas Piano with Alexis

Terrace Martin & Alex Isley – I Left My Heart In…

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

[sadittyprincess]

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

[andersonpress]

Discourse Divas - First World C*nt Problems

Feb 6, 2022

I was preparing to take my hair down at 2:30 AM a few weeks back. My roots were in desperate need of a touch up and my pussy needed a break. I had just finished two hours of intermittent writer's block, cyclical anxiety snowballing mindfucks, and IBS stomach grumbles. I needed to switch out the vibes in my living room if I was ever going to finish my work. I then proceeded to tune into my good Judy’s podcast: Discourse Divas.

Fatima and Rah Rah Gabor take us through a storytime juicy enough to make you feel like you are on Facetime kiking and carrying on. You feel like an exclusive ass sleuthy fly on the wall, like your aunties just went into the kitchen and you put a cup up against the door to hear the gossip. In between controlling your breath you listen to thunderous laughter followed by a ‘period’ or the always relevant ‘I know that’s right.’ I found myself stopping every few seconds from braiding my hair to rewind the story back, adjust the volume, and analyze notes! And baby just on episode one: this show is a whole key!

As first world c*nt problems go: dealing with cyberbullying is a great place to start. And where on the internet are heterosexual shenanigans housed? Clubhouse. #Theclockofitall! If you aren’t familiar with clubhouse just know it’s a platform that can be used to have webinars, talks and meetings remotely. As Dr. Umar’s disciples (all the hotep Alpha Males) continue to stroke each other’s egos #nohomo they continue to find platforms to elevate themselves on. As our hosts point out, Clubhouse rooms often reflect high school social media games like ‘Smash or Pass,’ ‘Like/Rate/Date,’ and TBH! Cafeteria chatter. Childish and fun. But as Fatima detailed, ‘I don't know what gender that isn’t messy.” Rah proceeds to describe transmisogyny at its finest in the chatroom. Coons having way too many opinions and (let us not forget) the birds buying them PS5s and backing up men’s shitty opinions. Like how men think they are owed truth and transparency when they can’t even feel comfortable in their own bodies. The girls detail the bane of trans chasers, DL niggas, and hypocritical closeted fags. The men weaponized homophobia, sexism, and misogyny against Rah in that moment. The crusty niggas attempted to get the room to turn against her as wherever bum ass niggas are: the birds flock closely behind. Cisgender Black women joining in on the fight against the gay agenda (even though the bum in question definetly sexted with Rah) and protect their Kang from the clutches of a Black transwoman’s pussy. What else is new?

The episode began to round out and I didn’t want it to end. I felt like I was playing ‘No YOU hang up.’ I tightened up my grip and went to feel my scalp to see how many braids I had left.

To my surprise I was holding my last braid. (Yes I have a little ass head and a mullet.)

[jimi-rawlings]

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

"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 (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)

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

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...

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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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[bunieboo]

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

[urfavblackbimbo]

Every time I see these niggas on my screen, my panties slide right off 🥵❤️🤰🏿I need them both inside of me right now

some characters are so fucking HOT that whenever they come on screen i start tweaking the fuck out.

[written-beyond-the-grave]

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

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Remember the Time…

“I pressed my lips together and rolled my eyes. This nigga was so full of shit. Whenever he got caught up with his extra-curricular hoes; he used our kids as an excuse. We sat in awkward silence. Despite being mad at my husband, he was still the finest man in the world. Born & raised in New Orleans, he had the sexist southern drawl. Every inch of 6’8” of dark, smooth, chocolate man meat. His dark brown eyes pierced my soul, whenever he looked at me…”

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. four : reunited, and it feels so...

three

Monday

It was about twenty minutes after eight and Cam had just left. Though, I’d been up for a while since I had to make breakfast for him. I didn’t mind, because I was too anxious to sleep anyway. I was finally about to get out of this depressing ass house for a bit. And O was never boring, so I knew it was about to be a good time. Plus I was so ready to see him. I don't know why, but this particular stretch had felt much longer than all the others. I was on the way to go pack my bag when I decided to mess with him a little instead. I grabbed my phone ready to compose a text, but I already had a notification from him. 

Get up. I’m in route, on my way to you

It had only been there for one minute. I guess we both had the same idea to play this morning. 

I’m up. Been up

You ready?

Yes big head I’m ready 

Ok short legs I was just making sure

I hollered. He was just average height himself, and only about six inches taller than me. Calling somebody short. 

Lmao why you gotta take it there? I’ll be in your vicinity today, don't get beat up

I’m not worried

You should be

Why? Ain't nobody scared of you Jay Baby

Say it to my face

You think I won't

Ok keep that same energy when you see me

Oh fa sho, you do the same

Don't worry about me, you know I’m a G 

Keep talking with your bad ass 

You ain’t gon do nothing

Me and my big head can stay home

I’m not worried lmao you know you wanna see me

You ain't funny

And you ain't gotta lie, you chuckled 

Lol anyway I’m leaving now, I’ll be over there in a minute

I know 

Lmao whatever

I laughed aloud sending him three crying laughing emoji, then slid my phone down into my bra. Finally, I went over to the closet to fill my duffle. I threw a few casual pieces in first, because comfort over everything, and then I added about three or four that could possibly be worn out. I grabbed some sneakers, a couple pairs of heels, a little jewelry, underwear, pajamas, and I packed a separate smaller bag with all of my toiletries. I had taken a shower earlier so I was ready. For about a second, I debated on whether I should change, then decided against it. I knew we would be going right to sleep once we got to his place, so my loungewear would do. 

While I waited for him, I walked over to the mirror, happy that my home remedies had helped my bruises and swelling disappear so quickly. It had only been about two and a half days, but a few aspirin and some intense ice pack usage had really worked. My rug burns were scabbed, but I wasn't too worried about those since the majority would be under my clothes. However, there was still a tiny something at the corner of my mouth, so I covered it with a bit of concealer and finished it with some setting powder. And I was sure to toss the two of them into my makeup bag for later use. 

A little after nine, much to my delight, the doorbell rang. I squealed, giddy as ever, as I jumped up to walk to the door. And, when I opened it, before me stood my bestest friend in the whole world with the goofiest smile on his face. I laughed and invited him in, so excited that I was hardly able to get the door closed behind him. Then I kissed his cheek and pulled him into the tightest hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. “Hey.” I spoke into his chest and his deep, honeyed timbre fluttered against my ears. 

“Hey.”

I closed my eyes and just held on to him, feeling completely carefree, taking in a moment that didn't get to happen as much as I’d like. I didn't want to let go. Until he took his face down to nuzzle my neck. I flinched and giggled, backing away from him and shielding myself with my shoulder. He knew better. “Don't…”

“Now what's all that shit you was talking?” he asked jokingly, looking down into my face and laughing. 

I tossed my head back, cackling, before I went to smack his arm. “Shut up.”

“Look out. You ready?”

“Yeah, just let me get my stuff.” I left his embrace and started for the living room where I had been waiting.

“Hurry up, get me out this nigga shit.”

I screamed. I knew he hated coming here. But this was his own fault. Because he also didn’t like texting to tell me he was outside, because to him it wasn't courteous. For the same reason, he didn’t like me taking Ubers to or from his place. I personally didn't have a problem with either. Both had been done maybe twice in the beginning and he told me he felt weird about it. I only half understood, but I didn't fight him on it. Honestly, it felt nice to actually be valued for a change. “Simmer down, sir. I’m coming.”

“You know you naked?” 

I paid him no mind and kept moving toward my bags, still tickled by his earlier demand. “Whatever. No, I’m not.” My boxers and tank were plenty clothes.

“Dude would probably have a fit if he knew you were leaving the house in that.” 

Slightly appalled, I stopped mid stroll and turned back to him. “Excuse you? He would also have a fit if he knew you were picking his girl up. But that hasn’t been an issue for you for how long now?”

“Good point. Carry on.” The way he waved me off almost had me in tears. My rebuttal had shut him up too quick. 

“I thought so.”

“Not even a jacket, though? It’s kinda cool out there.”

“I’ll be ok. I’m just running to the car then right into the house after that.”

“If you say so. But what happened to your knee?” 

“Oh, nothing. I scraped it on the carpet. It was an accident,” I hastily explained just under a shout, disappearing around the corner. I hoped I wouldn't have to go into more detail. Omari definitely wasn't shy about asking questions when he wanted to know something.

“Oh. Damn.”

I returned in no time with my duffle bag in hand and my purse on my arm. He took the bag, being his usual gentlemanly self, and I grabbed my keys to lock up the house. Once we were on the porch, I made sure to engage the alarm from my phone. Then he and I hopped into his white Range that I loved so much, and we were out. 

“You hungry?” he asked, yawning.

I yawned instantly, seeing him do it first. “Nah, I'm good. I just wanna go back to sleep.” 

“Word. Me, too.” 

After Cam was done packing last night, he woke me up for round three. Or maybe it was four. I don’t know. But it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and fuck me senseless before he left for work. I guess he thought overuse of his penis was what it took for me to still be there whenever he returned. Whatever the case, I was tired as hell and in need of some serious rest. 

2:04pm

I opened my eyes, slowly becoming aware that Jade and I were face to face. I lingered for a second, letting my vision clear up, enjoying the view more than anything, though. She was stunning. Just so beautiful. Her features had to have been sculpted by the most masterful hands, using only the finest of materials. The lines were sharp, but they had a softness to them. Her skin was golden like warmed maple on a glorious Sunday morning. When they were available, her round, dark brown eyes were gentle, yet so alluring. The way they sparkled in the sun always got me. To top it all off, her sultry pout sat perfectly beneath a nose that fit just right. She was flawless. 

While I stood stretching, yawning, alternating between bending and rubbing the arm she had been lying on, I could see a sense of calm in her expression. She always looked that way when we were together. Like she was happy. And I knew that wasn't the case at home. I tried not to think about it too often, but honestly it really bothered me. She hit me up pretty regularly, revealing how he talked to her, the many ways he mistreated her. But it was probably a lot worse than she was willing to admit. My instincts told me that he was putting his hands on her. She had never confirmed my suspicions, but I knew it was the truth. I knew. And the thought of that shit alone killed me. She was so sweet. So soft spoken and mild mannered. She didn't have a cruel bone in her body. I just couldn’t imagine her actually having the need to protect herself not only from harmful, ugly words but some nigga’s hand. It fucked me up. She was easily my favorite person. I hadn’t witnessed a more pure soul. And to be aware that she was suffering, especially through something so horrible and damaging, was beginning to be too much. I couldn't do shit about it. I couldn't fix it, I couldn't change it. All I could do was be there for her, give her a place to decompress from time to time. Which I loved. I wanted to help her in any way I could, but I was starting to feel like I was in over my head. Truthfully, I didn’t know how much longer I was gonna be able to do this. It was becoming very difficult for me to live with myself. My conscience was tearing my ass up. The most trifling woman didn’t deserve what she was being subjected to every day, and she wasn’t even guilty of anything. Her only fault was loving a nigga who meant her absolutely no good.

I didn't fully understand that either. Of course I knew love could make you do things you maybe wouldn't normally do, but in this case, what was there to love? How could she look at a nigga who was constantly causing her pain and feel anything other than hate? I just didn't get it. She had to know that whatever she was experiencing wasn't love. He was abusing her. How could she still love him? Why would she take his wrath and still allow him to receive all of her goodness? She had to know he didn't deserve it. She had to know that she deserved so much better. From any man. From life. From any situation she found herself in. She had to know that something wasn't right.

But she held fast to her claims. From the start she made it known that she was in a relationship and that she was in love. I respected her honesty, but her words and her actions never matched up. Her mood on the way to my place and the one on the way back to hers were always on two completely opposite ends of the scale. I don't know if she couldn't conceal it or if she just didn't care to, but it was painfully evident where she was excited to be and where she dreaded. She just didn't move like the taken woman she alleged to be. Not by her ‘man’ at least. 

I walked into the bathroom and made my way to the toilet. Then I went to the sink to wash up. I was leaning over brushing my teeth when I felt her arms wrap around me.

I kissed his back, resting my head right against his bare skin after. “Hey.”

“What’s up?” 

I caught his reflection in the mirror and, before I could stop them, my lips had curled into an enormous grin. I was so ridiculously glad to finally be in the same place as him. Plus he was so cute. He had toothpaste all over his mouth, but it took nothing away from his appearance. I couldn't help but notice how good we looked standing there together. A better best friend duo didn't exist. 

“I’ma start thinking you happy to see me in a minute,” he teased, finishing up at the sink. 

I busted out laughing. How dare he just blow up my spot like that? I let my arms fall from his waist. He turned to face me and I swatted his chest, backing away to leave the room. “Get off. Don't act like you didn't miss me.”

He followed me out, going toward his closet. “I already told you that. You know I’m always glad to be in your presence.”

“Um hmm.” I bashfully rolled my eyes, blushing against my own will. Thankfully he was trailing me. He went into the closet and I leaned up against the doorway. “So I thought about it, let’s stay in today.”

“Ok.” He took a t-shirt from one of the drawers and pulled it over his head. “That’s cool.”

“We can go do something tomorrow.”

“Well, I got a couple meetings,” he casually announced, walking over to the other side of the room headed for the couch.

“Awww.” I wasn’t expecting him to have to work so soon. “What time?”

“The first one is at nine in the morning, but neither of them should take too long. Nobody’s recording and I’m not mixing anything. So it should only be a few hours.” 

I stood as he sat, my demeanor in a totally different arena than before. My arms were loosely folded across my chest and a slight scowl had inevitably taken over my expression. “Ok.”

“Jay,” he chuckled, picking up the remote, “don't act like that.”

“I know what you call a few hours. I probably gotta be here all day without you.” 

“It won't be all day,” he claimed, giving the TV all of his attention as he flipped through the channels. “I should be back by around three at the latest. Maybe four.”

I smacked my lips, annoyed that he was alluding to seven hours being minuscule. That was most certainly the entire day. “That’s long.”

“Pooh, you know work doesn't stop. I’m always working.”

“I know, but I just got here.”

He sighed heavily, looking up at me with remorseful eyes and a frown to match. “Why you tryna make me feel bad?”

“I’m not. I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself,” I spoke lightly, but the defeat was heavy in my voice. I dropped my head and gave him my eyes, making sure to slouch my shoulders and pout as deeply as I could manage. I didn't even hold it long before we were both cracking up. 

“Don't even try it. Fake self.” 

“Whaaaat?”

“You just about to be sleep the whole time anyway.” 

I doubled over and slapped my knee, because he definitely wasn’t lying. “Whatever.” But I was not about to admit it. Instead, I went to my bag and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. “Be right back.”