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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Thinkin' 'Bout You, Part 1

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Infidelity. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), teasing, cum play, dirty talk, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Use of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".

Summary: As a sneaky link, Stunna is highly demanding of your time. He doesn't care if you get caught; when he wants you, he wants you. He texts you when you're hanging with your girlfriends for some late night fun.

Word Count: 3,637k

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: As with everything else, you can blame @planetblaque for my depraved brain! She encouraged me to watch All Day and a Night since @blackerthings pointed out that Yahya needs more love. He was definitely the best thing in the movie. Grills flashing, hood shit. Yeah, just yeah. I'm also feral and avoiding going to sleep for work so enjoy! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Satan: Come outside 😛🤤

You: Boy nooo 🙄

You rolled your eyes at your phone, not believing the audacity of this nigga. Your girls are laughing at the TV but when they see you on your phone, your girl Brooke smacked her teeth.

“Yo ass always on that damn phone!” She said. She leaned over as if she meant to take it from you but you held on to it for dear life. She gave up and looked towards your other friend, Nandi.

“Girl, you know that man got her on a short leash. Stay checking up on her,” she said.

Satan: come on girl, damn

You: I’m with my gfs!!!

Satan: Satan sent a photo

You had to sit there with a straight face while you stared at a picture of Stunna’s dick. He was so long and thick and veiny. You could picture him sitting in his car, licking his grills while he pulled this out just to take a picture for you. And damn him, you couldn’t resist.

Your thighs were tingling already. Brooke and Nandi were still going off at your expense, poking fun at the idea that your man was constantly on you.

“Like a pimple!”

“Naw, like white on rice!” Brooke said and they howled with laughter.

“Whatever! Ya’ll bitches just mad ‘cause my nigga want it,” you said. You threw a throw pillow at Nandi. She barely dodged it, her large blue bonnet swinging with the movement.

“Look, let me deal with this nigga outside. This conversation too grown for ya’ll childish mu’fuckas,” you said. You tapped on the phone as if you were truly going to call your man. He was out running the streets per usual instead of kickin’ it at home with you.

“Mhm, that dick must got gold on the tip or somethin’,” Nandi said. She continued to howl with laughter, slapping Brooke’s hand in agreement.

Little did they fucking know. You practically skipped your ass outside, the cold chill of the night hitting your bare legs in your booty shorts. The slap of your slides seemed too loud in the quiet neighborhood.

Brooke stayed in the section of the hood where the old folks’ held onto their homes. Sure, hood shit happened around them but rarely on this particular block. Up the street, Stunna’s car was still running with the lights on stark against the night.

He parked away from the street lamps but still you scurried to his car and got in. You were out of breath with worry and adrenaline coursing through you. You hoped and prayed that your girls wouldn’t come looking for you because you had no valid excuse for why you were down the street.

Stunna smiled at you when you got in the car, smelling damn good. Like soap and spice and everything nice. His grills flashed in the low light from the car console and you turned towards him, rubbing your hand on his thigh.

“You are so crazy,” you said.

He pulled away from the curb. You weren’t going far. Just around the corner and down the side alley where the streetlamps didn’t work and the City was too busy to come fix it. Who cared if the hood needed street light?

“Crazy for you, baby,” he said. He pulled over and turned off the car and headlights, already reaching for you across the seat. His hand was hot as he laid it across your thigh, squeezing it.

You were already leaning up, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer. Sucking on his sweet ass lips as your body tingled all over. Hurt all over. You shouldn’t want this man this much. Not when you were willing to risk discovery like this.

You don’t even know how you got here, kissing on Stunna. One day your man had just made you so fuckin’ angry you could spit. You were out one night with your girls at a takeover, enjoying the music and drink as you passed by a fine, tall man with a wide smile and gold in his mouth.

You fought hard not to do a double take. Because how was this man out here walking freely? He needed to be locked the hell up looking like that. He had asked if you had a man. You told him yes, reluctantly. He had licked his lips and looked at you sideways, “Bet I can do better than that nigga.”

And here you were, months later, still risking it all for the motherfucker. Stunna didn’t care where you were or what you were doing. He sent dick pics at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes he sent videos with him cumming and moaning your name.

Those you kept to get yourself off to. There was something about that needy voice drawing your name out that got you so hot and bothered you couldn’t stand it. You knew it was wrong. You knew he was whole ass married and you were whole ass taken. But you were weak where Stunna was concerned.

Stunna stopped kissing you and moved on to your neck. You moaned but pulled at his dark jacket. “C’mon Stunna, I can’t be gone long. My girls gon’ wonder where I’m at,” you said.

“Let them wonder. You know how long I been cravin’ this pussy?” He asked.

“How long you been cravin’ this pussy?” You asked.

He licked your collarbone, eliciting a ragged moan from your lips. “All fuckin’ day, beautiful,” he said.

He got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. You were kicking off your slides when he pulled your door open. You only had eyes for him as you were unbuttoning your shorts and yanking down the zipper. He licked his lips as you began to shimmy out of them.

He was usually impatient, not waiting until they were at your ankles before he was already pulling you down on his dick. Tonight, he was content to watch you pull them down for him, inch by slow inch over your thighs and down to your feet.

His golds flashed in the low moonlight. He was haloed by the thick foliage behind him. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as you finally got out of your shorts. “Turn around how I like,” he said.

You got to your knees in the seat, struggling a bit to make sure you didn’t fall and bust your ass. He steadied you with strong hands on your hips. He lined you up how he liked and then slapped your ass.

“Fuck, that recoil. Look at that shit,” he said.

“Stunna, come on,” you said. You hated when he got like this. It always felt like all his delaying and talking would certainly mean that you would get caught.

He slapped your ass, hard. You gasped as the sting blossomed into wet hot pain. Your pussy throbbed as you caught your breath.

“Fuuuuuu-”

“Don’t rush me,” he said. You heard his zipper get pulled down and his pants shoved down. You were clenching and unclenching around nothing. You were moving back and forth, ready for whatever he was going to do to you.

One of his hands pressed down on your back until you were leaning forward on the arm rest. Your ass went higher in the air and he groaned as you exposed yourself to him. He groaned and smacked your ass again. Between the sound and the pain, you were going to combust and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“What I say about that attitude?” He asked. His other hand went underneath, trailing a finger through your wet folds until he found your clit. He dragged his finger around lazily, never actually touching the damn thing.

You whined, unashamed as he teased you. “Please, please, Stunna,” you begged.

How the nigga gon’ get you horny and then tease you? You didn’t have all night. There was the distant sound of cars driving and dogs barking. That cold chill was hitting your back and damp pussy and you shivered with anticipation.

Somehow, Stunna was able to get under your skin. It was like he wormed his way into your nerve endings. Everything he did turned you on. Somehow, all it took was a smile from him and you were a dripping mess.

“Please what? I’m over here tellin’ you I missed you and you got a mu’fuckin’ attitude,” he said.

He moved his fingers faster, circling and circling until you were shaking and trembling. You were so close but it was just out of reach because he wasn’t touching you where you needed him.

“Please, Stunna. You gon’ get me caught up,” you whined.

“Good. I should send yo ass back in there full of me. Ruin these mu’fuckin panties with my cum dripping out of you,” he said. He ran his hands along your sides, his long fingers trailing against your rib cage. He moved them higher, gripping and pulling on your titties until you were crying out from the pain.

Your pussy throbbed thinking of going back into Brooke’s house full of his cum and trying to act normal. Sitting there laughing at trashy reality TV, drinking wine and pretending like you didn’t feel every single ounce of his cum slipping out. That you would have to go home like a nasty little slut and clean it all up before your man found out.

You moaned at the visual. Of being so thoroughly claimed by him that you’d feel him all night long. “Shit,” you said.

“Oh, my little nasty bitch like that shit huh?” Stunna asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly dipped in and you reared up, your hand flying behind you to land against his solid chest.

He was on the thin side, with a basketball build, but hella muscles. His abs flexed as you grabbed him. “Oh, too much!” You shrieked.

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed your hand and moved it as he continued to push into you, getting himself wetter with your juices on every slide in. You shrieked again, whining that it was too much. He was too big and he needed to go slower.

He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest. He felt even tighter going in this way and you moaned, trying to push away from him. He slid one hand under your shirt to grip your titty, squeezing the nipple hard.

You moaned, the shoot of pain going straight to your swollen clit. His other hand went over your shoulder, grabbing your throat and pulling you even more flush against him.

He hissed in your ear as he started to move more. From this position, wrapped up in his arms, you had no wiggle room to push him off of you. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, it just felt too damn good. Too good.

“Stunna!” You begged but he refused to listen. He started stroking deep within you. His strokes increased in pressure. His thighs were slapping against your ass. Clapping like a crack of thunder on the horizon.

“Oue, look how well she take that dick,” he moaned in your ear. He kept up his painful assault on your nipples.

You were beyond speech as he kept stroking, his dick stretching you out deliciously. It was like he was made for your pussy the way he fit so perfectly.

“Oue, baby, you feed me so well,” you moaned. One arm was trapped by his, but your other floundered until you rested it against the top of the car. Your fingers desperately scratched against the fluffy interior as he pounded into you.

The wet smack of your pussy made you moan louder, higher, and you were cumming before long. You shook and moaned on his dick while he continued to pound into you.

“Flood that fuckin’ dick, babygirl,” he groaned.

It was like you were just a vessel for him to fuck. A fleshlight. He kept up that brutal, near punishing pace. “Filthy fuckin’ bitch, ain’t you?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“Next time I say come outside, I mean that shit. I don’t care what you doin’,” he said. He groaned and shook his hips, finally releasing his fat, hot load into you.

“You gon’ get us fuckin’ caught!” You moaned as you felt him pulsing inside of you. Your body bowed and trembled, feeling so fucking complete you had no thought to how to describe it.

Your mind was always racing, burdened with this terrible secret. You couldn’t stay away from Stunna and hell, he wouldn’t let you. But you lost all rational thought when it came to him. Here you were, having dirty car sex while he calls you dirty names.

His hands had you enveloped in his arms, hand across your titties and the other around your throat. You were able to breathe because he allowed you so. You were able to cum because he was in charge of them.

“Let us get caught then. What yo bitch ass nigga gon’ do?” He asked. He licked the shell of your ear and your eyes rolled back. He was still pounding into you. Still groaning. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck and you felt a drop of his sweat hit your back.

“Huh? What he gon’ do?” He seemed to pound into you harder as if he had something to prove. As if with the force of his hips, he could fuck all the memories of your man out of your mind. That you never forgot who it was that had you crying, begging, and screaming on his dick in an alley behind your girls’ house.

“‘Cause the way this pussy talkin’, she know who the fuck got her actin’ up,” he moaned in your ear.

“Fuck you, nigga,” you groaned.

Your knees were quivering as you threw it back on him. His dick was so long and thick, you were pretty sure he was kissing your cervix. He moved both hands to your nipples and pinched them. He rolled them between your fingers.

Your hands pushed against his chest. “Stunna, shit!” You cried out.

“Gimme another one,” he said.

“I can’t, baby,” you said.

He slammed you back on his dick anyway, the fat tip of his dick sliding against your walls. “Sure you can, babygirl. ‘Cause you my nasty bitch. You always cum when Daddy come around,” he said.

Fuck him, he was right. It was why you were still here, still answering whenever he hit you with that text message. He knew what the fuck he was doing when he sent you that dick pic. You had to quit this man somehow. Block his number or tell him that he couldn’t come around anymore.

You were risking exposure every time you let him take you like this. In his car, in the park. At his place when LaTrice was gone. At your place when your man was out in the streets. In the back of your job when he’d eat you out and send you back inside proper. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Knowing Stunna, he’d just track your ass down. Man or not, he wasn’t going to be deterred. If he needed to be sheathed inside you, feeling you clenching around his dick, then he would slip a damn nugget. He would get bolder, driving past your house and job. Bangin’ on your friends’ door until he could track you down and fuck some sense into you.

That type of behavior was not sexy. Yet knowing that Stunna couldn’t quit you was intoxicating. Knowing that you made him so horny, he was tugging his meat to thoughts of you, filming himself in the bathroom while his girl took a nap in the other room, was an aphrodisiac all its own. You were drunk over this type of power over him but you didn’t need this getting in the way of your life.

You were weak. You did not need your peoples knowing how weak you were.

“Stunna, goddamn. Oue, shit, ouueee shit, ouueesshiit,” you moaned as you came on his dick again, shaking and twerking uncontrollably. Your choppy moans made him groan.

“You gon’ make me fuckin’ nut,” he groaned. Right after, he moaned in your ear, tugging your ear between his teeth. The bite of pain did nothing to stop your orgasm from flooding your system like the sweetest drug.

His cum painted your insides as he slammed his hips one last time, shoving his cum deep within you. You both huffed and panted as you came down. Your legs were veritable noodles, wobbly beneath you. You couldn’t hold your weight up anymore.

Stunna kissed along your neck and ear as he shook himself inside of you to make sure you got every single drop. He pulled out with a strangled groan that made your pussy clench.

He helped you step back into your panties and shorts, making good on his threat to send you back to Brooke’s house full of his cum. You rubbed your sweaty hands on your thighs as he leaned against the car and helped you twist around to face him.

His tongue was long as he dived in to kiss you stupid. He licked your bottom lip and tugged it into his mouth with a hiss. “Fuck, babygirl. You don’t know how long I been needin’ that,” he said.

“Gon’ get me in fuckin’ trouble,” you said. But you couldn’t resist kissing him back. You cupped his face and brought him closer. You remembered once when he told you that he liked when you did shit like that. When you kissed him so sweetly and clung to him like he was the most precious man on the planet.

You didn’t know if this worked because this was so damn toxic or if you two were really that in sync. Should’ve stayed your Black ass at home. Neither one of you could quit each other.

“Thank you, baby,” you said. He kissed your lips slowly. Your phone rang and you groaned, fishing it out of your pocket.

Nandi’s name flashed and you rolled your eyes, answering it.

“Girl, where’d you fuckin’ go? To the moon? Tell that nigga to ease up off your titty and come back inside. This is girls’ night!”

“Yes, momma,” you said and giggled.

“Shit up, bitch, come on,” she said.

You hung up with her and stared up at Stunna. The moon light made his mini afro shine. His wide smile made your heart melt. A bit of his cum leaked out of you and you moaned in the back of your throat.

“There’s no way I can go back in like this,” you said.

You were worried that your girls would smell him on you. That somehow they could smell that you had been out like a little hussy. A giant red A would be painted on your forehead and they would see it on you. Judge you.

You couldn’t tell anyone about this and it was killing you. You wanted to talk to someone about it. Ease this burden you set up for yourself. It was also hot as hell that you had such a naughty secret. That you were regularly getting your back blown out and it wasn’t by your man.

“Yes you can. When you get home and that nigga sleepin’ in yo bed, I want you to take a picture of them panties for me. I wanna see how badly I bullied that pussy,” he said.

You slapped at his chest. “You so bad! Let me get back before they start looking for me.”

He dived down for another kiss, slowly pulling at your bottom lip. “Till next time, babygirl,” he said.

He got back in his car and pulled out of the alleyway. He pulled up back on Brooke’s street, across the way and down from her house. You didn’t see your girls and you hoped that they didn’t look outside for you. You had been gone for quite a while but you also told your friends how your man needed constant reassurance. You could be on with him for five minutes or fifty. So far, they hadn’t called bullshit but it was only a matter of time. You gave him one final lingering kiss before hopping out of his car and scurrying across the street.

Your slides slapped against the ground and then the tile of Brooke’s house as you ascended the stairs. You went back inside, feeling weirdly full and uncomfortable as you went back into the living room.

Nandi and Brooke made no comment about not seeing you outside. Instead, they continued with their jokes about your man. You felt like you were soaking right through your panties and shorts and onto Brooke’s couch.

You spent the rest of the night reliving the backshots you got from Stunna. Nasty nigga. He couldn’t keep popping up like this. There had to be some kind of code or boundary for this shit. He couldn’t keep showing up unannounced.

Satan: Miss that 😹 already

You: Bye nigga 😤

When you went home that night, however, your man was snoring in bed. You immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up. You felt dirty as you snapped a picture of your ruined underwear. You sent it to Stunna. It was late, you weren’t expecting him to answer.

But your phone buzzed with a series of emojis that made you giggle.

You: Nasty ass

Stunna: Should’ve bullied that throat. You got a potty mouth.

Your thighs clenched together as you finished getting ready. You fell asleep against your man with thoughts of Stunna ruining you in dreamland.

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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Yes, Daddy

stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Warnings: 18+!!!!! SMUT HEAVY, dom!Shuri, brat!tamer!Shuri, brat!tamer!Riri, switch!Riri, sub!reader, brat!Riri, brat!reader, multiple orgasms, fingering, tribbing, oral sex, squirting, EXPLICIT language, semi-public sex, car sex, edging, HEAVY praise kink, drinking, slight degradation, drunk!Riri, drunk!Shuri, drunk!reader, twerking, stud!Shuri, stud!Riri, fem!reader, possibly some that I missed...

Word Count: 6.3k+

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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!!! Loosely based on Riri's Love Letter. I got a little carried away, so she's kinda long, but yall, she is filthy. Enjoy <3

“It’s no way I just let you drag my ass to this party. And on Valentine’s day too? I don’t wanna be around all these damn couples.”

The space was overcrowded, bodies gyrating everywhere. Too many people in a too-small room.

“I did. If I need space away from my lab, your little ass surely needs to get out of your garage.”

Riri’s tiny frame was fuming. If she could have rolled her eyes any harder at Shuri, the pretty brown orbs would have rolled right out of her head.

“Whatever, man. If you need me, I’ll be in that corner over there.” She pointed to the only empty spot in the building, right next to the trash cans. Riri barely made it two steps away before Shuri grabbed her back by the hood of her jacket.

“Nigga, what?” Ri’s small body jerked hard at Shuri’s swift movements. The Panther’s brow cocked at the irate girl’s words.

“I spent hours getting you to look decent enough to roll with me. You not bout to hide my hard work in the corner. Go get us some drinks.” Shuri’s dominant tone left no room for defiance, despite Riri’s attitude at the moment.

She parted from the Wakandan with another eye roll as Shuri swaggered her way through the entanglement of people.

“Gonna send me for drinks like I’m her damn bottle girl. I know she got actual servants for shit like this,” Riri’s words were mumbled and grumbled, the heavy bottles of liquor unfamiliar in her sober hands. “Why the hell we drinking anyway? We could’ve just rolled up in the car.”

“Hey, Riri,” a candy-coated voice greeted. “Wassup?” Riri never tore her eyes away from the cups, silently cursing them for filling so slowly.

The stranger wasn’t deterred. “You look good tonight. You got a Valentine?” Cue the third eye roll of the night. Ri didn’t bother responding this time. From her peripheral, she saw the unknown girl step closer, way too close for Riri’s comfort.

Whoever she was, the bitch was bold. She took Riri’s chain in her index finger, tugging a bit. “This chain look good. I bet it look just as good hanging over me when-”

Riri was beyond irritated now. She stepped in, closing the gap between her and the girl she vaguely recognized from her chemistry class. Vanessa? Victoria? Whatever, she knew it started with a V.

Her voice dropped several octaves, eliminating any risk for her threats to be heard over the booming music. “Get your hands off me. Now.”

A challenge? Or was V-whatever too drunk to hear the venom behind Riri’s words? “I like a bitch that can take control, daddy. Come on, Cupid ain’t shoot you yet?”

Fourth eye roll in twenty minutes, followed by an almost audible gag. Rather than wasting her breath responding, Riri roughly released the vixen’s grip from her chain and walked off in search of Shuri.

Her tall frame wasn’t hard to spot. Where else would Shuri be but center stage amongst drunken dancers? “Where the drinks at?”

Shit. Riri’s mind wandered to the forgotten cups. Won’t no way she was going back alone. “C’mon,” she grabbed Shuri’s wrist, dragging her into the mostly empty kitchen. Horny V was nowhere to be seen, Thank Bast.

“This didn’t need to be a two-person job,” Shuri stated, reaching for fresh cups.

“It did when I couldn’t pour in peace. Bitch came in here so cocky, so close, I thought she was gon fuck me right here on the island.”

Shuri snickered an amused sound. “So when I try to fuck you in public, it’s an issue-

Riri was not amused, neither by her friend’s tone or accusations. “Shut the fuck up, man. She called me daddy.”

“So?”

“So? Nigga, do I look like the ‘daddy’ type to you? That’s your shit. I’m ma, mamas, hell, I’ll even take mami, spelled with an I to be exact.”

This time, the eye roll wasn’t from Riri. “Tell me you have mommy issues without telling me you have mommy issues.”

“Yeah, ight, daddy issues.”

Shuri’s eyes narrowed, but she ignored the slick remark. “Here,” she threw a half-full cup into Riri’s empty hands. “You working my nerves. Get this shit in your system and loosen the fuck up.”

The sound of Riri sucking her teeth was louder than intended. “Loosen up, I’ll loosen you the fuck up.” The remark was childish, but it was better than letting Shuri have the last word.

“Ight, ma,” Shuri tapped Ri’s chin. “Open up.”

Riri obeyed, no longer in the mood to argue. Her head tilted and her lips parted, allowing Shuri to pour the contents of the cup down her throat.

The liquid felt like fire against Riri’s esophagus. The need to cough, to gag, to breathe became hard to ignore. “Swallow. You almost done.” Shuri commanded.

The pouring finally ceased and Riri gasped, lungs begging to be filled with air. Coughing made her throat burn all over again.

“You took that like a bitch.” Shuri was already refilling the red solo.

“Fuck you,” Riri spat, another childish comeback.

The Wakandan royal just slid the cup toward Ri and sauntered back into the crowd, drink in one hand, the other swaying to the beat.

It was clear they wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. “It’s no way Imma be able to enjoy this shit without something in my system,” Riri was getting into the habit of talking to herself tonight. “Bottoms up.” The girl quoted Trey Songs before knocking back the contents of the cup.

There was a noticeable buzz building at this point, but it wasn’t enough. Riri filled the cup again, downing it much easier than the previous times.

She was halfway through her fourth cup when she started to sway. There it was. That’s what she wanted to feel.

Where was Shuri? Ri was suddenly in the mood to dance. She abandoned her cup on the counter and willed her feet to move. Her steps were surprisingly steady as she entered the main room, where bodies swam on top of one another.

Shuri’s curls waved on top of the crowd, and Riri used them as her guide. The tall girl was preoccupied, in the middle of an intense dance battle that Ri wanted no part in.

Riri found solace in a less crowded part of the makeshift dancefloor and allowed her body to bob to the beat. Her right hand hung at the crotch of her sweats while her left hand conducted an imaginary orchestra. The shiny gold chain that hung around her neck swung in her movements and the ends of her long cornrows hit the back of her thighs each time she swayed.

Ri’s entire focus was on the music, on the way her lonely body rocked. The alcohol in her system was doing just what Shuri had wanted. Riri was loosening up, even beginning to enjoy herself.

Eyes closed, heart thumping to the bass, Riri’s anger, irritation, her stress, all washed away. Her vision was still dark when she felt a body heat that wasn’t hers. A sweet perfume filled her nostrils and a pressure presented itself at her crotch. Ri opened her eyes and looked down, vision blessed to see ass pressed against her, grinding slowly.

She didn’t know who the ass belonged to, but shit was being thrown, and Riri be damned if she didn’t catch it.

When the song’s tempo changed, so did your movements. You didn’t know the stranger you were twerking against. She looked good from across the room and she was mouth-watering up close. Your actions were liquor-induced and the way you threw shit at Riri had her thinking you did this on the regular.

A slower song rang through the speakers and Riri was speechless. You practically had her drunken mind drooling. She was enticed, by your aroma, your body, and the way you maneuvered it. Her hand snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against her.

She knew the next words out of her mouth would be stupid. “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” Her heart swelled with pride when your laughter rang out. It chimed in her ears, the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.

Your body shifted beneath her hold as you swung to face the corny-ass girl. Riri’s mouth fell, and her gasp became the loudest thing in the room. You’d taken her breath away. Her eyes never left your face, studying your features as if she would be quizzed on them. She loved what she saw. She loved it all. Your eyes were striking and intense, gazing at her with a look that made her want to take you right then and right there. Your bottom lip was rolled back into your mouth, between your teeth in such a seductive way. She wished so deeply that it was her biting those lips instead.

Riri stood there, hands never leaving your hips. Her mouth gaped and she struggled to find the words, any words, to say. Your beautiful eyes rolled at her overused pick-up line. “I have a name-”

She found her words at that moment and interrupted yours. “I don’t care. I’d rather call you mine.” Her grip on you tightened and your bit lip suppressed your accidental moans.

“‘Mine’ isn’t what my mama named me.” The bark behind your words was just that. All bark, no bite. Unless it was her. She could bite you where ever she wanted.

Ri’s head tilted to the right and her playful eyes challenged you. The heart beating in your chest stopped, but only for a moment. You knew nothing about this girl, but God, the things she was already doing to you. “What did your mama name you then?”

“Y/n,” it came out whispered. Any louder would’ve revealed the moans you were trying so hard to conceal.

Riri’s brows furrowed but her smile widened. “Pretty name for such a pretty girl.”

“You think I’m a pretty girl, then?”

Her head shook slowly and her eyes traveled your body even slower. “Nah, pretty don’t do it justice. I’d have to invent a new word to describe your beauty.”

Another laugh released from you. She was laying it on thick. Matching her energy would mean stepping out of your comfort zone but that had vanished two drinks ago. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Ma. Mamas or Mami if you feeling me.”

Mhm, hummed from behind your pretty lips. “What your mama name you?”

Her laughter was deep and it vibrated through you. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed together as you willed your cunt to calm itself. “My mama named me Riri.”

“Riri,” you purred. It was befitting. She bore her name like a badge of honor. Her name rolling off your tongue caused an obvious pain to flash her features. “It sound so good when you say it”

Her words… If you bit your lip any harder, it would bleed. Your self-control was crumbling.

Riri leaned in, fingers digging into your hips like she was trying to ground herself. Her lips were close, brushing against your ear. “I could fucking devour your fine ass right now, y/n.”

Oh, that was it. That’s all it took.

The look you gave her said ‘fuck me’ and your words weren’t too far behind. “Devour it, then, ma.”

She smirked and you felt your legs weaken under her hold. Her cornrows bounced when she nodded her head, beckoning you away from the music and through the crowd.

Where was Shuri? Riri scanned the bodies, searching for those signature curls. She was never hard to spot, and with your hand in hers, Riri led you to the tall girl.

“Shuri, gimme the keys.”

The Princess had reached a point beyond drunk. She danced amongst people she didn’t know, preoccupied with ass coming at her from every direction.

The small girl’s irritation was growing again. She tapped Shuri on the shoulder, hard. “Nigga, give me the keys.”

If looks could kill, Riri would be six feet under, and then some. Shuri begrudgingly parted from the plump behind pushing up on her. “What I tell you bout calling me that shit? You not getting my damn keys.”

Riri could handle Shuri’s dominance in any other scenario, but not this one. She wasn’t about to take this shit, especially not in front of you.

“Shuri.” It came out like a hiss, in such a tone that Shuri could not disregard. “Give me the fucking keys.”

“For what, Ri-? Oh?” Shuri was facing Riri, now in full view of you. “Oh, shit.” A sly smirk parted her lips, revealing a row of gold grills that glimmered at you. Your stomach somersaulted. No way this already gorgeous girl had a just as gorgeous friend.

“You gon share?” Shuri asked, her eyes raking across your body, tracing your curves with her gaze.

“I can’t share shit if you don’t give me the keys.”

“So that’s a yes then?” Shuri never takes her eyes off of you, tossing the keys to an anxious Riri.

As soon as they touch her hand, Ri spins on her heels towards the door, dragging you along with her.

“I thought you was gonna share!” You can hear Shuri’s cries above the thumping bass and Riri just throws her middle finger up in response.

She walks you to a blacked-out SUV that chirps when she unlocks the doors.

Riri opens the back door, gesturing for you to get in. “Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Only for you,” is her quick response.

The heavy door barely swings shut behind her before you’ve got your lips on hers. Shock is her initial reaction, but it’s quickly washed away. She kisses you back gently as if afraid she would break you.

Nah, fuck all that soft shit. You swing your leg over her lap to straddle her, your dress riding up around your hips. Underneath is a thin string that barely qualifies as a thong. Riri hardly has to utilize any strength to rip it apart, exposing your wetness to the cold February air.

Her self-control melts at the sight of you on top of her. Your pussy exposed, dripping, begging to be caressed. Your perfect breasts sat in her face, grazing her chin. Riri rested her hands on your ass, overwhelmed by which part of you to devour first.

Your hand cups her face, pulling the pretty features up to yours before your lips take control again. Your tongues intertwined, hers feeling so soft, so warm against yours. Riri tilts her head, deepening the kiss and forgetting the need for air.

When you two pull away, a thin string of saliva keeps your lips connected. “Damn,” you gasp, chest heaving.

Riri’s eyes are back on your bosom, bouncing in her face with each breath you take. She can’t take it anymore. Within seconds, she has the top of your dress pulled down, gathering the garment around your midsection. Your breasts are standing front and center, your nipples aligned with Riri’s mouth.

She glances up at you, awaiting your permission. “Go ahead,” you whisper, yet Ri doesn’t budge. “Take me, mamas.”

“Mamas?” She asks, pulling your pierced nipples to brush her lips. They harden in response and you gasp, wanting so badly for Riri to just devour you as promised. “So you feeling me?”

“Ask me again in twenty minutes.”

Her deep laughter rings out again. “Twenty minutes? You think Imma be done with all this in twenty minutes? Nah, you better strap in, baby girl.”

Riri gives you no time to respond, finally taking your nipple in her mouth and biting down, hard. “Ahh,” you hiss out, pain mixing with pleasure. She’s quick to lick the same spot, washing away the sting it gave you. “Ooh, Ri.”

“I really like the way you say my shit. Say it again,”

You were never one to just obey like that. She was going to have to work for it.

Your lips stayed sealed and Riri’s expression dropped when she realized you weren’t gonna give in. “You not gon say my name, baby?”

Boldness ran through your veins (it was probably just the liquor). You fell from her lap, dropping onto the long bench seat underneath you. You wiggled the dress down past your hips, exposing your now fully naked body to the girl staring in awe above you. “Make me.”

Her golden chain glimmered in the passing headlights, swinging over you. Riri loved a good challenge and she was going to have fun taming that brat in you.

Ri grazes her hand down your slit, barely touching you, though her hand comes back soaked. “Damn, I got you like that?”

You groan at her touch, craving more than she was giving you. “Yeah, yeah, you got me like that.”

“You must want me then?” Her thumb is circling your swollen clit, drawing your back into an arch. Riri’s free hand slides underneath you, snaking the length of her arm around your waist, gripping you hard, and pulling you close.

“Y-yeah, I want you. I want you,” your cries were pathetic.

“You must not want me too bad, you can’t say my name.”

Ugh, her damn pettiness. It was no match for your stubbornness, though. You refused, saying once again, “Make me.”

“Oh, Imma put that ‘make me’ shit to rest.” Riri removed her hand from your bud.

“Are yo-ooh my God-” your smart-ass remark was silenced, Riri slipping two fingers straight into your wetness. They curved into you with ease, like they were meant to be there.

The way they pumped in and out of you was sinful. You splashed around her, clenching under her touch. “You nasty girl. Pulling me in like that.”

If she didn’t stop talking, you’d come undone right then and there. “Ahh,” you moaned out, chest heaving, bosom bouncing.

Your arms flail, wrapping around her neck and pulling her down, connecting your lips once again. This kiss is deep, more passionate. Riri sinks into your touch, slipping a third finger into you with ease.

The sudden rush of pleasure electrocutes you and you pull away from the girl with a cry. “Oh, Shit, Riri!”

A dry chuckle escapes her. “See, baby, how hard was that?”

The car door opens and shuts again, pulling Riri’s attention away from you. “What do you want?” she asks, though her fingers never let up. You should be concerned by the third presence, but the building of your orgasm is otherwise distracting.

“You in my car, fuck you mean what I want?” Shuri responds, climbing into the large vehicle.

Her accent sends a shiver down your spine, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by either girl. Ri adjusts her hand, those skilled fingers now reaching deeper than before. You can feel her and Shuri’s eyes on you as your juices splash back each time Riri thrusts.

The band in your stomach is tightening, threatening to snap. Your hands feel hollow, needing something to grab hold of as you come undone. Without thinking, they retreat to your breasts, your index finger taking place on your swollen nipples, pulling hard on them.

Riri’s demeanor is full of lust. This was just foreplay to her; she couldn’t wait to have you cum over and over again throughout the night. Shuri’s mouth watered at Riri’s hand buried deep in your pussy, biting her lip at how well you took them.

“Demethi (Damn),” Shuri’s gasped at the sight before her. Damn, her native tongue was sexy. Riri tried to shake off the effect it had on her, not wanting to lose focus of your impending orgasm. “Umenze cum, usana (Make her cum, baby).” It rolled off Shuri’s tongue with force, and whatever she said got Riri’s fingers twisting and thrusting in you at an inhumane speed.

“Shit, Ri, I’m cumming!” is what you were trying to say. The words came out slurred; your original intoxication amplified by the girl in front of you.

Riri just hummed a response, eyes fixated on the mess between your legs. Everything was wet; Shuri’s seats were for sure soaked.

The taller girl of the two chuckled as you squirted all over her luxury vehicle. The smaller one’s fingers never stopped, splashing your wetness everywhere with her tongue out, mouth wide open.

She didn’t pull away until your writhing stopped and your squirting subsided. Ri plopped onto the seat, reaching over to pull your limp body into her lap so that your legs wrapped around her waist.

You should have felt shy, maybe even ashamed, to have made the mess you did in Shuri’s car in front of her, but you didn’t. And she clearly didn’t feel bothered by it.

Shuri climbed into the spot you were previously in, adjacent to you and Riri, your back facing her as you buried your head into Riri’s neck. She rubbed small circles into your back. “You can take a second to catch your breath, but I’m not done with you yet.”

She turned to Shuri, an entirely different tone dripping from her words. “Nigga, what do you want? I’m busy.”

Shuri ignored the slur that came from Riri’s mouth with such ease. She leans forward, reaching for your resting frame but stopping short right before she makes contact with you. “Sithandwa sam (My love), is it okay if I touch you?” she asks gently.

You nod slowly, without lifting your head. She didn’t have to ask, but the fact that she did meant something to you.

“Use your words, usana. We do verbal consent around here.”

Wow, that meant so much more. “Y-yes. You can touch me. It’s okay.”

Her “Good girl” was dismissive but pleased. Within seconds, you were pulled away from Riri’s warm body and seated between Shuri’s legs, your back pressed to her clothed chest, your legs propped open by either of the Panther’s hands, exposing your still-sensitive wetness to the girl who caused it.

“You let her call you by your name, Ri?”

Call her by her name. What was she talking about?

Riri must’ve known because her jaw hardened, eyes set with annoyance.

Shuri brought her hand up to cup your chin, caressing it gently. “What’s your name, entle (beautiful)?”

She switched languages with ease and it sent your heart flying and your pussy throbbing. “Y/n,” you stated, leaning your head back to look into the gorgeous girl’s eyes.

Her smile down at you was oh-so-sexy. Shuri removed her hand from your face and dragged it down your body, stopping just inside your thigh.

“Where can I touch you, y/n?”

“Where ever you’d like, Shuri.”

Darkness flashes behind her gaze. Her hand leaves your thigh, brushing gently over your clit, causing you to jump. “Can I touch you here, y/n? Can I touch your clit?”

Her fingers continue to brush over the bud, never applying pressure and touching so slowly, it's torture. “Y-yes.”

Shuri’s brows raise. She’s expecting more. “Yes, Shuri. You can touch my clit.”

“Good girl.”

She massages the little button, picking up speed until you’re a moaning mess squirming in her lap.

“Y/n,”

“Ahhh,” is the only response you give so Shuri tries again, easing up on her movements enough to leave you coherent.

“Y/n, answer me when I’m talking to you, baby.”

Damn, these two were fucking filthy. It’s like they wanted you to cum off their words alone.

“Y-yes, Shuri?”

“Yeah, baby, let’s fix that.” She grips your chin with her free hand. The hand playing with your pussy regains its original speed, causing you to jump and try to writhe away. “Uh-uh. Sit still. Take it like you was before. Look at me,” Shuri commands.

It only takes her telling you once. When your eyes reach hers, they seem so gentle, so kind, a stark contrast to how she was treating your cunt at the moment.

“Forget my name. Act like you never knew that shit.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, but any attempts at speech turn up empty. She leans close to you, and you notice the grills on her bottom row again, as well as two on her upper, only on her canines.

Oh, this bitch better bite you at some fucking point tonight.

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” Shuri drawls, slipping one long, slender finger into your center.

“Shittt.” Your eyes begin to roll at the pleasure until Shuri administers a light tap on your cheek.

“Uh-uh, usana. Not done yet. Open them pretty eyes for me. Riri, come here.”

Ri is still seated across from you, eyes glued to your pussy collecting juices, wanting nothing more than to taste them. She doesn’t move when Shuri calls.

“Riri, apha, ngoku (Riri, here, now).” This command comes out sharper and Riri does as she’s told, but not without a grumble or two.

She slides closer to you, hands caressing your thighs as Shuri pumps into you with no mercy.

“Y/n, look at Ri.”

When you do, Shuri adds another finger as your reward. Riri almost cums from the sight of you alone, body soaked with sweat and cum and they were just getting started with you.

“You don’t know her name no more either. It’s ma. She’ll also accept mamas or mami, spelled with an I to be exact.”

Riri smirks at Shuri’s callback to their earlier conversation. She leans her face closer to yours, gaze flashing from your lips to your eyes and back.

“Understood?” Ri’s deeper voice husks.

“Yes, mamas,” you whisper, praying that Riri will kiss you and kiss you hard.

The ‘good girl’ comes in unison this time and Ri sits back, much to your dismay. She watches you for another moment before stripping, pulling the black hoodie over her head, followed by her sports bra, but leaving the chain.

She gets up to remove her sweatpants as you and Shuri watch. “Shoulda took all that shit off before you made her cum the first time. Those shits were expensive.”

Riri’s wet core is exposed by the time she opens her mouth to respond to the Princess. “Man shut the hell up.”

The two of them talk amongst each other as though you aren’t a babbling mess, growing close to your second orgasm.

Shuri’s smirk reappears, “Yeah, it's that pretty mouth right there we fixing next, aren’t we, y/n?”

You can’t respond, your orgasm is on the brink. Your gasps and moans are closer together, more high-pitched, and both girls grow wetter at your lewd sounds.

Riri drops to her stomach, face to face with your wet pussy, glistening in your juices. She looks to Shuri with a question burning behind her eyes. Shuri picks up on it and nods, turning to face you, quickening her already furious speed. “Can Riri taste you, baby?”

The thought of Riri’s tongue on your most sensitive area made you jump. “Y-yes, God, yes, ma, taste me, eat me, fucking lap me up.”

Did that string of dirty words just come from your mouth? It did indeed, and Riri’s mouth was on you immediately after. Shuri pulled her fingers away and Ri’s tongue replaced it, stiffening and entering you, licking every inch of your cunt.

The sounds she made were so unholy, slurping like it was her last meal. She stayed away from your clit, not wanting you to cum yet, though her nose continued to brush it lightly. “Damn, Ri, look at you go,” Shuri whispered, her fingers now focused on twisting and gently tugging at the piercings in your nipples.

Look at her go. She was a fucking munch, flattening her tongue to lick as much of you as she could. You whined and whimpered under her, gyrating your hips, attempting to grind your clit against the girl.

She picked up on your movements and gave in, encapsulating your clit in her lips and sucking lightly. The moment her tongue flicked your bean, you came undone, squirting without warning. Your juices coated Riri’s face, but there she stayed, mouth wide open, drinking you in. She stayed that way until you finished, coming up with a dripping face. Ri coughed slightly, trying to catch her breath after drowning beneath you.

Shuri suppressed a giggle. “I told you, you take that shit like a bitch.”

“I’m getting real fucking sick of you-” Riri doesn’t even get to finish her sentence. Shuri slips from behind you and makes her way to Ri, pushing the girl down so she's laying in your wetness.

“Oh, are you? Ight, let’s fix that. Y/n, usana, come here, please,”

The way she speaks to you and the way she speaks to Riri is entirely different. It takes a lot to will your body to move, but you do, not wanting to disobey Shuri.

“You got one more nut in you, baby girl?”

Now it’s your turn to smirk, the urge to please the Princess at the front of your mind. “Only one?”

Shuri beams at your words. “Good fucking girl, baby. Can you do something for me then?”

You nod and Shuri’s brow raises. Right, verbal consent. “Yes, daddy.”

Another good girl is your reward. You’re starting to like the praise. “Sit on Ri’s face for me, baby.”

Oh, she didn’t have to tell you twice. That tongue was heaven and while she talked a big game, you couldn’t wait to see her come undone. “Yes, daddy,” you mew, crawling over to an awaiting Riri. She says nothing to you as you take place, hovering your pussy right over her awaiting mouth.

Riri’s hands grip your hips roughly and bring your cunt all the way down. “She said sit, not hover,” Ri mumbles, words muffled by your fat lips around hers.

“Yes, ma,” you moan as her tongue presses firmly to your clit.

Your hands fly out to her torso, scratching and squeezing, attempting to steady yourself. In front of you, Shuri pulls Riri’s legs apart, taking her place between them. She brings her face close to yours, stopping just short of your lips. “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“No,” Riri’s muffled cry comes from underneath you. Shuri raises her hand, dropping it back to administer a gentle slap to Ri’s cunt. “Eat, Ri. Your mouth is your damn problem as is.”

“Y/n, baby girl, can I kiss you?”

Your nods are furious, so quick they make you dizzy. “Y-yes. You c-can kiss me, d-daddy,” you stutter. Riri’s tongue beneath you is doing something heavenly to your clit.

Shuri smiles, happy at your obedience. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to Riri’s usual defiance. When her soft lips finally touch yours, you sink into the feel.

“Oh, my God,” you moan against her mouth, eyes shut, overwhelmed by both girls’ mouths. The chill of Shuri’s grill sends a shiver down your spine and Riri’s hands creep to your thighs to hold you in place.

Shuri bites your bottom lip when she pulls away, her canines sinking into your flesh. The sudden pain brings forth a moan you didn’t know you were capable of producing.

When your eyes flutter back open, they peer at Shuri, seated between Riri’s legs, fingers toying with her dripping lips. “You lucky I left the strap at home.”

Mhm, the girl moans underneath you, sending vibrations straight through your center. Without warning, Shuri pushes two fingers into Riri, bringing forth more moans from the girl, followed by your own.

“Damn, my girls sound so good for me,” Shuri’s proud voice rings as she inserts a third finger into Ri. She’s so wet, it slips in with ease.

As soon as both Shuri and Riri are adjusted, the thrusts begin, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the dark vehicle. Beneath you, Ri’s pretty, round tits bounce at Shuri’s force, giving you such a show, you’re afraid you’ll drown the poor girl.

Shuri is fucking Ri with much more vigor than she fucked you with. When it came to you, her thrusts were calculated and gentle. Furious and deep, but still, very clearly skilled. Riri was receiving thrusts that were sloppy and hard, reaching further into her than Shuri had with you. And the way Riri took it was delicious.

The part in her legs widened, giving Shuri better access. Her licks to you grew sloppy, allowing you to grind into her face to chase your high.

“Ooh, big girl, Ri. Big fucking girl. Squeeze on my fingers, just like that,” Shuri cooed praises that had you coming close, despite them not being directed at you.

She hadn’t forgotten you, though. Shuri watched your grip on Ri tighten, your moans climbed octaves. You sounded angelic. “Y/n, my pretty girl. You’re doing so well, sithandwa sam.”

“A-ah,” your mouth fell open, ecstasy swelling within you.

“Don’t cum yet, okay baby? Hold it for me.”

Hold it? It was right there; you were so close to release. “D-daddy, I can’t.”

“You can. I know you can. Wait, just a minute or two.”

Hmmm, you whined, attempting to hold back the cum that was already leaking from your folds.

Shuri adjusted her hold on Riri’s core, adding a fourth and final finger and thrusting hard. You felt Ri grow tense in your hold, stomach tightening. She was close and Shuri wanted the two of you to cum together.

With each grind, you squirted just a little, struggling to hold back the floodgates any longer. “Sh-daddy,” you quickly correct yourself. “I’m gonna cum. I-I’m cumming.”

Riri barely got a word out before your juices overcame her. You came hard on Ri, screams possessing you as you did.

Riri’s own liquids began to leak from her center around Shuri’s fingers. “You better fucking not,” Shuri threatened, not losing her speed in Ri’s cunt.

Her whimpers beneath you were pitiful and she writhed as your orgasm finally subsided. Your exhausted body slumped over in the wet seats. Riri was right behind you, unable to hold it any longer. “Sh-Shuri-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, baby. Go ahead.”

With that, Riri’s little body convulsed, finally releasing everything she’d built up. She rode her big O out on Shuri’s fingers, body going limp when she finished.

The Princess removed her hand from Ri’s swollen pussy, bringing them to her lips and plunging them into her mouth for a taste. Mm, she hummed. “You taste good, as always. You finally got that mouth in check?”

Riri could barely nod in response, letting out a breathy “Y-yeah.”

“Good. Gimme a kiss?”

“Y-yeah,” she said again, prompting Shuri to bring her lips to Riri’s and give her a slow, tender kiss.

“You know you my forever Valentine, Ri. You did good. I know you done for the night, gon ahead and rest.”

Shuri turned, settling her eyes on you. “Y/n.”

“Y-yes, daddy?”

She crawled over and wrapped you in her arms. Pulling you into her lap, she planted gentle kisses across your face.

“You came?”

“Y-yes, daddy…”

Mhm, she hummed. “I thought I told you to hold it.”

Shit, she had. You stay silent, awaiting her next move. She shifts slightly, placing you on the seat and throwing one leg over yours, aligning your clits.

“Can you give me one more? Last one, baby, I promise.”

You were spent, your body exhausted, but you were sure you could. “Yes, daddy. I got one more in me.”

“Good girl, y/n. You’re such a good fucking girl for me. Go ahead, make a mess on me the same way you did on Ri, okay?”

She kisses her bud against yours, not allowing you anytime to answer. The motion of her hips is intoxicating. You throw your head back, grabbing at her leg to steady yourself.

“Gah, damnnn.”

“Ooh, yeah. Talk to me, baby. Let me hear that pretty ass voice.”

How could you say no when she asked so sweetly? “Shit feels so fucking good, daddy.”

“What, baby? What feels good?”

She wanted you to be vulgar, and it would be a new territory for you to explore, but you were open and willing. “Y-your clit, daddy. Your clit on mine. It feels so fucking good. I’m so fucking sensitive.”

Mm, Shuri responded. “Are you gonna squirt on me, baby? Flood my shit?”

Most of the mess in her car was caused by you; there was no point in holding back. You wanted to make Shuri proud, to do what she asked. Your movements sped up, a buzzing running through your clit and sending shivers through the rest of you. It didn’t take long for you to come close, so, so close.

Slick formed beneath the friction you and Shuri produced. “Ahh, y-you gonna cum, baby?” she asked, stutters forming at her own impending release.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

Shuri flicks your bejeweled bosom. “Yeah, go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Obedience is your repertoire when it comes to Shuri and you do as you’re told, liquid splashing between your still-humping forms.

Shuri’s orgasm follows close behind, mixing your juices. Her teeth grit, giving you another look at those gold adornments in her mouth.

You certainly don’t have any more left in you. Your body goes limp, sinking into Shuri’s lap, which she welcomes with open arms.

“Hey, Ri,” she calls out.

Hmm? Riri responds without looking up.

“I like this one,” Shuri’s fingers are running through your hair as you settle in, sleep threatening to overtake you.

Mhm, Ri hums. “Me too.”

“Thinking we better make her ours before somebody else snatch her up.”

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Hood Nigga Deluxe 2

Fontaine × Black Reader

Part 1

Idea: You fell underneath the warmth of a self-proclaimed hood nigga for Spooky Szn and you've got a big secret that he doesn't know and you can't tell him.

Tags: smut, betrayal, date activity, spooky szn, smoking, blood play, dark romance

You're oversleeping a Saturday morning away when the obnoxiously booming bass of a familiar song explodes from car speakers, effectively waking you up. There goes Fontaine's annoying ass subwoofers disturbing the peace. Groggy, you throw your feet to the floor and get yourself together with minimal basic hygiene and a basic ass fit.

"You aint call, my nigga?" Falling into the passenger seat, you're a little agitated and still tired.

"Something came up."

You know what that means. It's some chitty chitty bang bang hood shit that you don't wanna be looped into.

"But I've got a few hours. You up for that shit we talked about?"

You kiss your teeth, mood lifting. "Yeah nigga..."

The ride out has a flow. You gotta pass the densely packed urban areas to get to the more rural developments where there are actually trees and grass. The country road lined with tall and vivid green trees on both sides brings you great peace. You feel like a giddy child, the closer to the destination you get.

"It's a different world outside here," you sigh, taking in all the greenery as he parks in an open lot surrounded by fields.

He turns the car off along with Lil Baby. Almost immediately, he's reaching in the glove compartment, pushing aside the black and milds and going under the gun for the backwoods cigarillos and weed.

You ignore the five wads of cash banded up as he closes the compartment and starts assembling a blunt, his expert fingers wrapping quickly.

"I can't believe we're going apple picking," you smile in disbelief. "Doesn't this go against your natural programming as a self-proclaimed hood nigga?"

"I'm not the activity type if that's what you mean," he mutters.

"It is. Why you don't ever ride out to get away from the bullshit? You got a whole car."

He takes a pull, and your mouth nearly waters, knowing exactly how it feels and what it tastes like. He passes it, giving you your moment.

"I stay where I know people."

You blow your smoke as you nod, fully understanding. "Not that there's anything wrong with that... but that's why you have me to broaden your horizons. We ain't finna get turnt at an orchard, but we can have fun, forget being broke or having responsibilities for a lil while, let the magic take over."

"Magic," he echoes.

"Magic," your fingers spread and wiggle.

The orchard doesn't disappoint. There are apples EVERYWHERE. In the trees, different kinds of trees. On the ground, making it hard to find spots near the trees to walk by. They're yellow and green for the most part and beautiful. Real and natural gmo free apples. Families are scattered with kids playing in the crisp air. Fontaine gravitates to a grove of ripe red ones where he bites into one fresh from the vine. You follow suite enjoying one of the most fresh, crunchy, sweet, and juicy tasting apples you've ever had.

"I'm still confused on how you eat."

You take another big bite. "Food is a comfort. I eat it for the feeling and the taste like chewing gum, but blood is that premium. It's got the nutrients and vitamins that a growing girl needs."

"You probably need a fix right now."

"You offering?"

"Yeah. Come here," he pulls down the bulky lining of his hoodie, revealing your go-to spot.

You rest a light hand on his shoulder and squeeze as you sink your teeth into the designated area of skin, careful not to drip or spill the earthy and metalic juice of life. He's used to the impact, and you're starting to think that he likes the little nibble of pain. Getting your dose for the moment, you keep in mind the environment. Y'all are in the middle of a grove among families. Young love in the air is cute, but you can't go too far. You lick your lips clear of blood as you pull back to wipe the corners of your lips.

"You ever thought you'd be dealing blood?" You smirk and start walking, knowing damn well you're his first.

"It's not really dealing if I don't get paid."

"I offered to pay you."

"Don't nobody want ya lil dingy money."

You giggle softly and the two of you walk together with a basket, picking up and pulling pretty apples to take home.

But first, you find the stands offering apple everything.

"There are two different kinds of hot apple cider, Fontaine. Did you know there was more than one apple cider? I thought apple cider was apple cider." You get a cup of both for comparison's sake. "Why am I the guinea pig when my favorite flavor is metal... this one," you raise the left cup.

That's the one he tries as you watch to see if he likes it. He shrugs.

"At least you tried it."

Interestingly enough, he finishes it and ends up getting more. It must be growing on him the more he tastes it.

"That was fun," you exclaim, once back in the car with the apples, applesauce, apple butter, and apple juice in the back. "Would you do it again next year?"

"Hm," he sighs.

"Don't bullshit me, Fontaine."

"Yeah, I'll come back."

You smile wide in a close-lipped show of high cheeks. "Where to?"

"I got a couple.. things to take care of so I can drop you home."

"That works. Stay safe. Try not to do anything too reckless."

You settle into your bed with your eyemask and chill genre playlist on bluetooth to serenade you to sleep. You're out before you know it but wake up to your ringing cell that's charging at your head.

"Hello?" It's 5:49 AM. Who the fuck. "Fontaine?" You listen, your heart dropping. He sounds pissed beyond belief. You've never heard him like this, so animatedly aggrieved. He's usually so nonchalant. "Slow down, what are you saying?" He's in a full meltdown. "I'm coming," you promise, getting up immediately.

"Shit," you pace, "Shit shit shit. Not now." It was only a matter of time, but still. You weren't ever looking forward to addressing this. You're not ready. Still, you make your way over to the apartment he shares with his mother. The apartment door is unlocked and ajar. "Fontaine?" You look around. There's a shattered glass in the hall like it's been thrown with water or something in it.

His mother's bedroom door is wide open.

You gulp, walking nearer. He's inside, sitting on the floor against the wall staring at the lonely record player that plays the voice of his 'mother' in the center of an empty room... This is the point where he realizes she doesn't exist.

"You know something about this," he accuses suddenly, making you a little defensive. Your hackles come up.

"What are you saying?"

"You walked in here looking guilty without an ounce of confusion..."

"That doesn't mean I'm not just as confused. What's going on?"

"What's going on?" He's quietly seething, staring daggers into you.

You feel like shrinking. You feel like confessing and begging for forgiveness, but you aren't sure how much he really knows...

Until he pulls out the inch-thick instruction manual. It's the nail in the coffin. He tilts his head, like you can but the bullshit because he knows it all. "You feel like talking now?"

"Fontaine..."

He flings the manual across the room, missing you on purpose by a thin margin.

You take a deep breath. "I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted you to live a normal life like anyone.. with dignity."

"Dignity? What dignity? You telling me I ain't fuckin real? My memories? My mama? My brother? None of that is real," he questions, his mind and soul visibly broken through the window of his eyes. "I don't exist," he wonders, moreover to himself.

It's trippy, you understand, but you could never give him the empathy and understanding he deserves because he's right.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know," you whisper, keeping your distance for his comfort and sanity.

"What am I?"

"You're Fontaine. You'll always be Fontaine. But technically, you're an AI Intimacy Partner specially designed on request... You're not the only AI IP, but you are the only Fontaine because you were made for me."

"For you?" He stares, his thoughts going wild as he puts everything together in his mind.

"You're-- what they call the hood nigga deluxe. The company that created you, set up this apartment for you based on the memories and habits they programmed you with. They said not to let you open that door," you point.

"And the blood?"

You sigh. "Customization." You had them fill him with Type O blood like a giant juice box, and it seemed funny at the time, but you didn't expect him to be so lifelike. You regularly forgot he was AI.

"So what am I, your personal blood bag?" You can hear the disgust and betrayal. It stings.

"This wasn't what I wanted. I wanted you to be happy on your own with or without me. It's why I paid so much money upfront and in insurance when I had you designed from scratch. Every detail of you was meticulous. You were built based on my ideal type and description of perfection." He even pays for himself by 'working' and paying his own rent, supporting himself.

It's no good, you see it though in his face. That's a face of hatred. He will NEVER deal with you after this, and he's mid identity crisis. You don't know WHAT he'll do, and honesty, you're a little scared about it. Not that he could really hurt you, you being immortal, but he could try, and he could do damage to himself.

You leave without a fight when he asks you to, knowing what you need to do. It wasn't included in the handbook for this very reason, but you have the company contact number in your phone contacts and a pre-agreed upon guarantee that they'll come out as soon as possible to fix things if you put in a request via their help line. That's what you do.

They finally come out 3 days later, and by that time, Fontaine is gone. You haven't heard from him, and the apartment is empty.

"Thanks for nothing. He's gone now," you grouch, pissed at their delay. They don't take it personally, of course, they don't give a fuck about your emotions.

"Not quite," they say, setting up a laptop to show you GPS points on a map. "All of our models come with an embedded homing chip that lets us know their location in case of situations such as you described. We retrieve them, wipe recent history with a gentle reset, and bring them back to you. That's what your insurance does."

You sit up, feeling relief but also kinda terrible. "You're telling me he won't remember?"

"Nope. Nothing within the past 6 months."

It's another hit in the gut. "That means he won't remember the good either or anything we did, the talks we had?" It breaks your heart. You hold all those moments special, but it'll be as if they never happened. You'll be starting over practically.

"It's a steep trade, but at least he'll be in your life again."

You wanna slap him for being so casual about it. He doesn't understand how hard it is. You grew to love Fontaine and he was falling for you in a natural and humane way. You don't want that changed, but it's already been changed. "This is hard," you whimper, wanting to cry a little bit, but you can't just leave things as they are. Fontaine is stubborn, and once he hates you, he hates you. You made him that way.

An alert says that he's been located outside of the city, and developers are seizing him.

"What do you want us to do," the rep asks, waiting on you to answer him ad he re-gathers his things to leave your home. You cover your eyes, feeling like a traitor to your own man.

"Do it. Wipe him."

For the next six hours, you wait anxiously waiting for an update. They're supposed to fix him. An update comes that night with a generic ass thank you for your business message attached through email. You visit Fontaine's apartment immediately, knocking on the door.

He opens it slowly, watching you as you stare up at him, praying and hoping...

"Fontaine?"

"What's the problem? Come in the house," he backs up, letting you in to get you our the hall. You look around subtly seeing everything cleaned up and his 'mother's' room door closed. You smell backwoods and weed and his fresh, clean scent. There's a blunt between his fingers.

"I just--I had a bad dream," you lie, pinching the extra fabric of his sleeve. "You were in it."

"You dreamin' bout me now?" There's interest there in his expression, no longer the hatred that was emanating through him like electricity. It's almost unsettling.

You approach him somewhat sideways, still feeling him out. "Fontaine, what's something you've always wanted to do on Halloween that you haven't done?"

He hesitates, confused at the sudden change in direction, but considers your question. "I'm not a Halloween nigga."

"Would you go apple picking with me," you test, looking for any sign of memory, but he looks flabbergasted.

"Apple picking?"

"Yes."

"Do I look like a nigga that go apple-picking?"

You withhold your reaction, stealing his blunt to calm your nerves. It's bittersweet that he doesn't remember. You sit on his couch and call him to sit beside you as you rest your head on his shoulder, then test your hand on his lap, going into the waistband of his striped grey sweatpants.

He gently pauses you.

"Do you want me to stop," you meet his eyes to ask.

"Nah... I don't mind. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

"Stop of course." You proceed with his consent, squeezing and rubbing his dick to encourage the blood flow. It hardens bit by bit, growing as you touch it. He leans back enjoying it while you smoke simultaneously.

"Come with me back to my place so we can do it without your mama hearing us," you whisper.

"You know what time it is?" He takes the blunt back for a quick pull.

"I don't care." You take the blunt back again from his fixed fingers to puff, leaning in close to blow gently up his nostrils. His head remains invitingly still as your lips linger inches from his, ghosting close enough for him to feel you breathing.

"How you breathe when you vampire," he whispers, legit curiosity meeting lust. You bite his bottom lip.

"Reflex. It's just something I'm used to doing. Kind of like sucking dick. I kinda just do it."

"Show me," his eyes command, but you leave him dry and hanging, standing up, ready to go.

"Come over, and I will."

"So tell me about this nightmare," Fontaine says as he parts your legs by the knees and lifts them by the ankles and calves, lowering his head to your inner thigh to kiss around your panties.

"It was enough to scare me," you sigh. "I dreamed you'd left. No text, no goodbye, just abandoned me."

"Why would I do that?"

"You'd better not," you respond, feeling the familiar motions of him going down on you. He hasn't forgotten that, thankfully. There's a ton he hasn't forgotten, and you have to look on the bright side of that. You just have to train him again, a tiny bit.

"I'm not going anywhere," he confirms.

"Then fuck me like you're not ever leaving me. Don't be fragile."

It's all you needed to say for him to up the ante. He didn't forget how to fuck. You dig your fingers into his back as he pounds into you missionary-style with your legs around his waist. It's good enough for a night where your mind isn't where it could be.. which is present.

Fontaine lays in your bed as you think, his bicep cupping your head comfortably as the big spoon.

"You've been off since you showed up at my door tonight. What's really going on," he asks suddenly.

You swallow your emotions and go for asking the question you've been building since you knocked on his door. Him flipping out was rough. You don't want that again. You need him far away from that forbidden room. It's the only way you'll have peace and go back to normal.

"I've been wanting to ask you something really big." You look up to eyeball Fontaine. He looks at ease, half sleep, but still alert. "It's a pretty big thing."

"So ask," he smirks.

It's not that simple. Nothing is that simple.

You decide to rip the bandaid off and just say it. "I want you to move in with me."

He coughs suddenly, lifting to sit up, his brow raised. "I don't know."

"I do... Ain't you cramped over there?

He nods.

" Exactly. You'd have way more space here to live and move."

"Eh.... I'll run it by my mama."

"Mama? Fontaine... Do you need her permission? Just move in with me! We'll split the rent."

He smirks, giving you the low side-eye. "I'll think about it."

"Think about it," you reiterate because if he's with you, that means he can't open that damned fantasy running bedroom door.

"I'll think about it," he says again, stern like he's done with the topic.

You sigh, knowing you have to let it go and remain ready for the worst. That emotional explosion wasn't how you saw the relationship turning. You're still hurt for him and harboring those feelings, though he doesn't remember a thing.

Or does he...

"I won't forgive you," he says suddenly, his turned turned away in the shadow of the room. "But I understand now what I am and what I'm here for."

"Fontaine," you bolt upright in bed, alone and in daylight. It's the middle of the afternoon on Sunday. You've been sleeping hard as fuck and having thee worst nightmare that Fontaine actually found out the truth you've been hiding from him all this time. Thankfully, it was only a nightmare, but it was realistic enough to truly shake you into preventative measures. You have to get him outta that apartment and with you in yours where you can protect him from what he doesn't know.

You call him immediately and he answers.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Fontaine, come see me when you free. I wanna ask you something, but I wanna ask you in person."

"Ard.. I'll be there sometime around 5-5:30."

"Cool," you hang up, leaving your bed for some air. That nightmare fucked you up.

The End.

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makisoda · 3 months

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𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐘

jjk characters and where they stand on the megan-nicki beef

jjk cast

cw : all the bullshit the meg-nicki beef entails ( look it up if you don’t know the backstory !!! )

a / n : crawled back just to yap… gulp also happy black history month i love black people 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

yuji itadori - team meg

NUMBER ONE MEG DICK RIDERRRRRR !!! loves her down… not much to say. i feel like he was never a barb either, prolly only liked a few songs. doesn’t really arguing online cause he’s scared of getting doxxed but argues in person.

nobara kugisaki - team meg

now, not even gonna start lying and say i feel like nobara never liked nicki. norb was def a barb, but she was also a meg fan too ! immediately dropped nicki when she found out her husband was a pedo though. IMMEDIATELY clowned big foot when it came out ( pirated it ). also argues with people online SHE DON’T GAF !!! twitter warrior !!! teams up with yuji to argue in person too.

megumi fushiguro - could not give two shits

i cannot see megumi listening to rap i’m sorry. yuji will play hiss and gumi will go “it’s good 😐” NIGGA !!! anyways, i feel like he wouldn’t like nicki cause duh pedo shit, but he just wouldn’t care about meg ? he’d feel bad when people bring up her mom though.

maki zenin - team meg

did you think she’d fuck with nicki ? FAWK no. never was a barb, always loved meg though. og meg fan too !!! doesn’t argue about it cause she’ll deadass just say “well one has a pedo husband so…”

yuta okkotsu - confused but siding towards meg

also doesn’t listen to rap, he learned everything from maki ( she sent him voice messages explaining it ). similar to megumi where he doesn’t really care but i feel like he’d like hiss as a song. immediately got the megan’s law reference and was GAGGED. anyways, he’s start to feel bad when people talk shit about meg but again he’s just kinda confused and he also isn’t a twitter user.

toge inumaki - team meg but was reluctant at first

chronically online ass mf. prolly listened to hiss as soon as it came out with itakugi. also was a barb pre all of this, however he dropped her. unlike nobara though, it took him a lil bit off time to drop her; it wasn’t instant for him. it was mainly cause he had been a barb for YEARSSSSS and has attachment issues. definitely argues with people online though he has 85 burner accs. streams hiss in his sleep like with the sound off.

satoru gojo - team meg

he’s the hot girl she talks about in girls in the hood actually. again, was a barb but wasn’t as hardcore as inumaki and nobara. also chronically online unfortunately and used to argue with people but once megumi made fun of him for it ( and told him about doxxing ), he stopped. too grown to be doing all this anyway.

suguru geto - i think he has bigger problems ( team meg )

like… deadass. this nigga has bigger fish to fry he don’t care 😭😭😭 mimiko and nanako made him listen to hiss and he liked it so that’s when he started to care but man… he got more stuff to worry about ! like, the girls update him on stuff so he doesn’t like nicki but he don’t be having time to keep up with it, you know ? gets 50% of updates from the girls and 50% from shoko and gojo.

shoko ieiri - team meg

didn’t gaf at first ( also has bigger things to worry about ) started getting most of her info from yuji and nobara and was HOOKED ! was fully tuned in, listened to it while doing surgery, like she was tuned in ! doesn’t argue on twitter, she isn’t insane, but does debate people about it in real life. keyword is debate, not arguing ( yuji and nobara shade ).

bonus :

ryomen sukuna - team nicki

let me explain, it’s only to spite yuji / megumi. we know how this nigga acts, he wants to torment them. doesn’t actually care and actually sorta sides with meg cause hiss is fire but because he’s annoying he’s team nicki.

listen to hiss or you stink !!!

#makisoda :: jujutsu kaisen !!#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #inumaki toge #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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shuinami · 8 months

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Part 3: How to write an MLE-based London accent authentically

Part 1: Who, What (London Accents) | Part 2: When, Where, Why (Black Londoner Culture since Windrush)

As I conclude this little guide, I'd like mention that my ask box and DMs are always open if anyone has further questions or anything 🤎

In this section, I'll go over some advice, the grammar and vocabulary and provide some suggestions for references.

Section A: Basic Tips

When to use slang

The concentration of slang is key to differentiating characters as well as writing an accent authentically. As an MLE-based speaker who is not actually a roadman (meaning a gangster, though many people misuse the term to refer to anyone who uses MLE, especially if they are working class), like most of us, Hobie does not utterly kill it with slang that would likely not be understandable to the people he’s with. There are a lot of phrases and idioms/metaphors that seem self-explanatory once you know what they mean or that seem similar to Americanisms (e.g. roadman = street/hood nigga), but of course, as someone who doesn’t use the terms, hearing it in passing, it probably wouldn’t be understandable, despite the speaker thinking it is.

Coming from a diverse place, often with immigrant parents who don’t even speak English as a first language, if fluently at all (not in the case of most black Caribbeans from former British colonies, but remember Asians and Africans are more plentiful here), trust me, we know what we sound like 😂! Most of us code-switch, as we learn standard English in school and, until more recently, where more people are 3rd gen+ immigrants as opposed to 2nd, we actually tend to pick up MLE slang from experiences outside the home as we grow up. At the same time, some people really don’t care at all and don’t change how they speak for anyone haha. I don’t recommend trying to write code-switching if you’re not extremely familiar with MLE because you’ll probably lose the flow and also, Hobie only eases up a little bit after his intro.

My point is though, that not every single sentence needs to have slang in it. Most should, but if you’re trying to be serious or sexy, for example, and you feel the need to tack on some slang just to convey Bri’ishness, even if it doesn’t really fit, don’t do it cause it’s no more authentic than just writing plain English in those scenarios.

When talking to people from his own dimension, however, slang it up if you’d like, because the expectation would be that a (working class or ethnic) Londoner would understand him.

For humour, mocking and teasing, we love to use slang because a lot of it is funny, even to us. Like I said, we know what we sound like. Those are the moments when more obscure slang (such as Cockney rhyming slang) might come out for comedic effect.

It’s good to have some balance, so not every word needs to be substituted. If you couldn’t read it without a fucking huge glossary, you’ve probably done a bit too much.

Writing the Accent

It’s good in moderation. ‘Luv’, ‘ain’t’, replacing the last g with an apostrophe in -ing words - you all have those things down, it works, good job.

HOWEVER, it is very clear that a lot of you have no clue what letters we do and don’t drop/change and in what words, as well as a lot of you going OT with removing the T’s from the middle of words. I know it kind of sounds like that to you but it reads like an over-exaggeration or mockery, particularly because most London accents, including Hobie’s, are much lighter in comparison to Brits from other areas, in which such omissions and alterations of letters would be somewhat appropriate but still, in moderation. I don’t recommend typing out the accent often, just sprinkle it around for a bit of flavour but don’t consistently write in that way because your writing loses legibility and it gets quite distracting.

Content

The stereotype of British people liking sarcasm is true for most and, in general, we like to have, what we call, ‘a bit of banter’. We’re a jokey people, even if those jokes can be a bit harsh or teasing. Confusingly, even if we are joking around, it doesn’t mean necessarily we’re being friendly, joking is just how we communicate (e.g. “Oh boy, humbling reality Spider-Man has arrived”, “What does that do?” “Apart from having a great name?”, “super humane and not creepy”, “this is a great look…”). I think most people have got this down really well, so keep it up guys 😎🤙

Another thing is cussing, swearing, profanity, whatever you wanna call it. We do it a lot for no reason, mainly spamming the word “fuck(ing)”. So have fun with that if you aren’t already.

We’ll get into it more in the terms of endearment section of Section B but, basically a lot of Londoners are typically not too mushy or affectionate, as is the stereotype for big city people and, additionally, British people in general aren’t the most direct in their words. Obviously, some people are but it’s not the culture if you’re trying to write proper ‘authentic’ haha. For a lot of us, saying sweet stuff can be quite laborious when sincere or cheesy or confrontational levels of direct really 😂 We ain’t the friendliest of types through our words so I'd recommend relying more on context for the sweet factor unless it's a stand-out moment.

Different parts of the UK, even within England itself, have different slang

Idk what else to say about this but yeah, there’s some phrases I’ve seen people use that have me scratching my head cause “nobody [from my area] says those words in that order” but I’m guessing it’s down to people incorporating slang which is more commonly heard up North because it’s all classed as British/U.K. slang when you look it up so, just be wary of that.

Section B: Grammar and Vocab (the thing you’ve been waiting for 😂)

I’ll link a document here so I don’t clog up your dash more than I already have. Feel free to bookmark it or anything, I’ll update it if needed. The contents are links to the relevant section so you can just click those if you’re not trying to read the whole thing.

I only included some highlights of the things that are easy enough to explain just by writing them out with their meanings but it’s by no means an extensive list. I’ve studied a few languages but I’m not a linguist so I just did my best.

If you want to go more heavy with the Cockney slang, I’ll leave it to someone who’s more familiar with it (or not… lol) to explain those terms and when to use them properly.

Section C: References

Of course, it’s all good and all that I’ve given you instructions but to make it sound natural, you’d need a point of reference. Here are some references of black North West Londoners from the early 80s, black East Londoners, black Londoners more generally and a Daniel Kaluuya interview so you can get a better feel of how we sound:

Clip from ‘No Problem’, the first Black British Sitcom

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The accents within this one group of siblings is very varied and none of them use MLE, as per the time period. The two younger sisters have accents most similar to Hobie’s. The show follows a group of siblings of Jamaican descent living in a council house in North West London, first released in 1983.

Clips from ‘Chewing Gum’ by Michaela Coel [CW: they're awkwardly talking about sex in a lot of the clips + don't listen to Candice's boyfriend, Aaron, he's not from London lol]

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The show takes place in Tower Hamlets, which is in East London and was first released in 2015. Tracy has a similar accent to Hobie and also uses a mix of more general/Cockney-influenced slang and MLE, so this one should both be a fun watch and be useful, you’ll also want to pay attention to Candice who has a more MLE lean to her speech.

Clips from the Foot Asylum crew most of them are MLE speakers, see some examples of our banter with friends lol

Clips from ‘Top Boy’

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Another show that takes place in East London, this time in Hackney, which is an area known for being kind of rough in terms of gang activity. Almost all the characters speak exclusively MLE in this show. If you want to watch it, TW for violence and gang activity, death, etc. (18+). You can tell based on the ones I’ve chosen that Sully’s my favourite character lmao.

Fun fact, as you might hear the character, Dushane, reference, Sully lives on a canal boat for a while as a form of refuge. I know a bit about boat dwellers in London from a lecture at uni but if anyone wants me to do more research and do a post and explain the waterways and stuff, again, feel free to drop an ask and I’ll do it :)

Clip from ‘Love Island’ just pay attention to the black islanders, Tyrique and Whitney

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I just finished watching this year's Love Island UK so I thought I’d throw the clip of Whitney, Lochan and Tyrique fighting in here lmao

& Daniel Kaluuya talking about Spiderpunk to bring us full circle✨

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#hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #spider punk #black british #writing advice #across the spiderverse #shui fic #shuinami

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vixensajntz · 7 months

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YALL white women,white washed ass black women,gender neutrals all of you and black women need to stop complaining about how someone writes we do not ask for your input. we dont ask for you to critique it. we dont ask if you love hood niggas or not.we dont ask you to hate.we dont ask for nothing.we do not care. yall simply hate just to hate cause its not to YOUR liking and thats the whole mfin point its to OUR LIKING,if its not to your liking why dont you write you ‘normal white men’ and stop hoping on ALL black readers DICKS and yall need to realize not all white people grow up in the suburbs,some grow up in trenches or in proverty so they might have a different aspect on the way they speak,live,and etc stop expecting them to be all polite,talk ‘properly’,they rich shit and a bunch of other BS that YOUR white people do.

yall are some MISERABLE ass BITCHES.

#its so fucking annoying #‘stop embrassing us’#you should be embrassed of yourselfs.#yall make my whole body itch #fuckin miserableeeeee #so pls STFU

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brbzonedout · 9 months

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Earth 42 Miles Headcanons/Observations??

-Before the death of his dad, Mr. Morales would take Miles on patrols and the occasional pursuit when something suddenly went down, and watching that he learned how cops operate so now he uses that information to avoid them while doing prowler work.

-I know some of y’all think he’s a hood nigga but in my mind, I just can’t see it all that much. Like yeah, he knows the streets very well he has no choice but to but, he's still Miles, and EVERY Miles is some form of a nerd and lowkey sensitive.

-Speaking of being a complete nerd every little nerdy black boy got their anime to start with Naruto so he's no different. He could probably also get behind death note because it's dramatic and suspenseful.

-He's not straight-up disrespectful. Although sometime the way he words things or his tone could come off as rude he doesn't necessarily mean for it to come out that way…usually. He was raised by a widowed single mom Rio Morales to be specific and just from her minimal screen time in both movies we know she doesn't play.

-But don't get it twisted if he has to pop a mfer in the mouth he will no doubt.

-I feel like he's into different music genres that somehow fall under the category of calm/chill ness(???). His life is chaotic and dramatic enough as it is so the things that he can control, he keeps chill. For instance, the song “Fantasy” by Bazzi seems like his vibe. (I'm not self-projecting I promise!!).

-Definitely feels like he has to grow up and be more mature than his peers due to all of his responsibility. I imagine one day he's just in his room thinking and contemplating life then looks around at how his room is decorated with toys, action figures, and old drawings.

-So he gathers it up getting ready to give everything away until Rio sees and stops him reminding Miles that even during all of this he’s still a kid and deserves to be able to enjoy life like one.

-With that being said, Mrs.Morales tries to get Miles to put himself out there again, asking him to join different clubs and things of the sort, and after a while, he finally lands on two robotics/computer club and baseball (I had to add this because of that one piece of fanart ITS SO GOOD). He even makes some acquaintances in these. Once he gets comfortable with speaking semi-freely people find him likable.

-I would love to say he joined the art club but I feel like he keeps his art private.

-He’s 100% a mamas’ boy but not a toxic weird incesty type, he just really loves her and looks up to the way she operates. The way she's able to hold herself together and support his needs and even Aarons’ if he needs it.

-He looks up to Aaron in the same way too just doesn't express it as much, not saying that he verbally expressed love all that much with Rio but they both know he loves them and accepts his nonchalantness knowing he's just scared to really express his feelings casually.

Ok that's it!! Thank you for reading I enjoyed making this and I do want to write more things so if y'all have any request feel free to submit!!<3

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles molares #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales headcanons #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman accross the spiderverse #42 miles is my bf fr

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Resiliency

Pairing: Ray x fem! black! reader

Summary: it's the summer of 1996, and Los Angeles is all the rage. Living life and maybe, you'll have some friends to enjoy the ride of life with.

I have such a brainrot for this movie omg I love this movie, it's so good. I actually wanna get back into writing fr, so send asks guys !!

As always, likes and reblog are appreciated, mwah mwah mwah <3

Working at the local corner store, it's always some sort of racket outside. Loud chattering every day. Yelling and screaming from the store manager for whoever's outside to get away.

“man come on, we ain't even doing nothing for real! we just chillin’!” someone's voice rings out from outside, followed by the store manager. Rolling your eyes, you walk out, seeing your manager walking away and down the street.

“fuck. shit, what the fuck is his problem?” a curly haired boy rings out, drinking from what looked like a jug of water.

“sorry about him. he's just not used to a bunch of noise everyday. neither am I, to be honest.” your voice rings out, honey sweet and kind.

“damn, you kinda fine. you wanna see sumn?” the same boy rings out, his eyes hooded.

“fuckshit, shut up. damn. you'll have to excuse my friend here.” a black boy politely says, looking you up and down respectfully.

“wow, you are really pretty. I— woah!” a younger boy says, tripping over your skateboard. you act quick, catching him and helping him back up.

“Be careful sunburn. who the hell puts a random skateboard in the middle of the sidewalk anyway, right? I mean, just dumb,” the dark-skinned boy looks at you, a little dazed at your beauty. “ray. I-I’m Ray, nice to meet you.”

You smile, as a car comes up to you, catcalling you, telling you to ‘bring that ass here’.

“Yo, you know that fool?” Ray looks back and forth from you and the car.

“Yeah, he's my ex boyfriend. Won't leave me alone.” You smile at him, the car getting closer, the profanities getting more and more grotesque. “guess I should get going. I'll, uh.. see you around, Ray, right?” You pick up the skateboard, starting to walk as you walk away.

“Yeah. Wait, yo, what's ya name?” Ray yells down the sidewalk as you start to run, hopping on your skateboard in the distance.

“It’s whateva you want it to be, baby!” You yell back, turning the corner to get away from the car that's gaining on you. You run, running until it starts to hurt, seeing your house in sight. Going in your house, you watch at your window for the car to drive past, sighing as it finally does.

Over the next few days, your boyfriend— or well, ex, has been tannin’ your hide. It's up whenever he sees you outside. You've been getting a few hits in, but you're a heavy hitter, so he looks worse than you. Running from your ex again, you run into the skateboard shop, not expecting to see Ray.

“Yo, ain't that the chick from the other day? The one that had Ray all blushin’?” A kid asks, apparently called Ruben, followed by a ‘black people can blush?’ by someone, who they all seem to call “fourth grade”. You and Ray exchange a glance, but even though you're out of breath, you defo have time to pull a ‘is this nigga serious?’ look at him, before putting your hands on your knees, panting, your face flushed from the heat outside.

“Yo, you breathing like you just got fucked, calm down.” Ruben laughs, lighting a cigarette.

“Shut up, Ruben. Hey, you okay? I still ain't got your name from the other day.” Ray jokes, helping you over to the couch.

You wheeze, taking your jacket off, wincing as dark bruises and scars paint against your brown skin.

“Need you to hide me.. please. My ex— he's..he's coming and he's gonna beat my ass.” You pant, Ray nodding, looking at everyone else. Just as he starts to speak, your ex comes busting through the door. Ray and fuckshit block him, taunting him as he stares you down. They eventually get him away and out of the store, leaving you a mess.

“That was dope as hell, not gonna lie. You was all starin’ him down like ‘yeah, nigga I got the juice now. what's up?’ even though you look really bad.” fuckshit comments, Ray looking at you with concern.

“He did all that? Yo, he's a pussy, man, beating on a woman like that,” Ray tilts his head, pointing up and down. “ay, you finna roll with us from now on.”

“You got bitched. Why you ain't fight back?” Ruben laughs, sunburn and fourth grade looking at him with a side eye.

“Shut up, Ruben. You suck, nigga. Real shit, are you okay? Come on, go into the bathroom, you bleeding through your shirt.” Ray helps you up and into the bathroom.

Closing the door, you're pressed against the sink as Ray tries his best to help you.

“Where're you from, again? Remember you said we was too loud. Y'know, cause you aren't used to all the noise where you're from,” Ray asks, his hands around your hips, trying to lift you. “sorry, where are my manners? can I? need you to jump, so you can sit on the sink.” He asks, you mumbling a ‘mhm.’ before lifting you onto the sink, his hand lifting up your shirt to see your whole stomach area covered in blood and sweat.

“m from the east side.” you mumble, blushing from being so close to him.

As he finishes cleaning as best he can and putting a bandage on your stomach, he helps you down with a smile.

After a while, after adopting the name ‘babydoll’ or doll or sweets, or honey, and after fighting with your parents so much about the friends you hang with and finally getting your ex to leave you alone, it brings you to here— waking up in the hospital bed, after apparently being asleep for 3 and a half days from the accident, extremely drowsy as Ray and the others come in your room, Stevie sitting on your bed, facing you.

“Hey, sunny baby, thought you couldn't be out the bed?” you slur, still on all of the painkillers.

“Convinced them to let me out my room.” Stevie shrugs, drinking a carton of orange juice.

“How you feeling?” Ray grabs at your file, looking over all your injuries as you groan, collective gasps and ‘damn’s come out of everyone's mouth.

“Everything hurts. All the bruises n stuff don't help neither.” You groan, not moving.

“One thing's for sure; you're resilient. I like that about you. Get some rest. I'll be here, babydoll,” Ray hugs you, kissing your cheek, followed by all of them snuggling up next to you. “we all will. for real.”

#mid90s x reader #mid 90s #ray x reader mid90s #i love ray hes so sweet in the movie im done

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vampirevatican · 9 months

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so let's talk...

they cloned tyrone (spoilers and all)

SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES

"it's in the water", "straighter is greater", "i got that ruckus", "got damn! fried chicken", "grape juice", the shot of an old american dream like poster, depicting a white man, til it pans out to the ghetto.

the movie hints to it's audience from the start that this? this shit runs deep. yeah everyone is carrying on like normal, so does the movie, and no one bats an eye until it's deliberately pointed out. for me it says a lot that i can only convey or remind folks with in the way fontaine treats junebug in the first half.

hood niggas don't wanna be hood niggas.

and that right there is exactly fontaine. not only to just the brother he lost, but extended to junebug, yo yo, charles, his momma. sure he a product of his environment but he ain't got much of a choice and that's depicted when he does everything he can to get to the bottom of what the fuck is going on up 'til he literally loses control.

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

seeing another you. loosing complete autonomy while being conscious of it.

what slick and 'taine saw? enough to make any human question the fabric of their reality, if they're real, if their memories are really theirs, how much can they recall in those memories and if they are recalling everything. when slick saw fontaine again and when fontaine first faced his previous body. 'taine's drive was figuring out if he's really him. hell as he was grappling with the chaos that it brings in his mind, what does he say when he finally snaps out of it?

im me.

as humans our lives, decisions, etc. come from some peace of mind that we have autonomy. the fact that we can say and do as we please, even if it's within a boundary, is enough for us to feel some kind of calmness in the thought that we have power over ourselves. can't control the world around me, can't do big shit, but i can do this. the little things.

all i could think was, 'but what if there's another you.. an original you.' and when his autonomy was put into question, him backing off like that and accepting it is a form of nihilistic defeat. he can't do shit but what he's always done, and if that means he or anyone else he loves doesn't die? then it's something he deals with, until it's too much to bear.. until the cycle of everyday (that he now knows is a cycle) weighs heavy and the only thing to pull him out of it? junebug. the good memories of his brother.

THE CLONES AND TIME

i had this originally titled and future, but the point here is the original/old fontaine and his plan.

i feel that old fontaine made that deal not just because of ronnie, or the decayed blood he has to wipe up, i feel like that's part of the defeatist mindset he has. he decided the "can't beat em, join em" route was better. that assimilating to what white folks have wanted since fucking eugenics was better, even if it's not he reasons that joining is better than just dying out.

"assimilation is better than annihilation."

ofc, our fontaine, doesn't believe any of that bullshit. that the whole operation is fucked. old fontaine says that it's something they both know but i agree and disagree... they both know that's what white america wants. for old fontaine if that's enough to not have another incident like ronnie? good enough but our fontaine?? he's got junebug he's thinking about, other little kids in the here and now, the dreams that yo yo had and still has, everyone in the hood who wants out but just can't seem to get out.

CONTROL GROUPS

"tyrone... ain't that you?"

now i didn't grow up in the hood,or rather the projects, but i was near it. small knit group, everyone knows each other more or less.

the drug dealer, the pimp, the pastor, the kids, the aunties/grandmas/mamas/misses.

in the black community we all know someone like that or have heard of them, and the end of the movie shows this. it's more than just a call back and a chance to play a hit by miss badu.

these regulars? they're the control group the second in command was talking about. they're the ones that don't quite get the same treatment as the experimental group (i.e yo yo, biddy, junebug etc.) they're key players to making the ecosystem (experiment/operation) run smoothly. which is why the convo of fontaine deciding to go with slick and yo yo is integral to the ending and vice versa.

to break the cycle, the system? everyone's gotta rally together. country wide. (in movie context ofc)

#.⁠｡⁠*⁠chitchat💭━♡#they cloned tyrone #they cloned tyrone spoilers #okay im done. im off the soap box.

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PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? Kane T. Franklin

Where and when were you born? Sept 7,1997 Memphis Tennessee

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) His morthers name is Kayla Franklin, she’s unemployed because he takes care of her. In the beginning she wasn’t much of a nurturing type of mother. But over time she developed this personality where she only wanted the best for her children and the best is what she did. She did whatever she had to do for Kane and his sister and for that he’s thankful. She’s a bit on the rough side she’s been through a lot a she’s seen a lot so she can tend to come off a bit more harsh at times but it’s all love. As for his dad his name is Maurice Halsten, didn’t know him, didn’t like him, didn’t care about him.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? Yes he has a younger sister, she’s very sweet and nice almost too good to be true in so many words. She’s the complete opposite of Kane but she stands on business when it comes to her big brother.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. Bel-Air, big ass house nice yard neighbors kinda far apart. Lots of rooms, lost of space, basketball cout all of the things a bel air mansion would have.

What is your occupation? He's a Rapper

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. 6’0 tall, don’t worry about his weight, it’s enough. Black male, brown eyes with black hair. He likes to think of himself as a hood rich dresser, he can jump fresh any day of the week with just a simple fit to throw on but he likes to have things that others dont tend to have so that it sets him apart a bit from others. Tons of tattoos on his arms and hand and neck. A scar on his face that’s fading but it’s from when he was younger and got cut in the face by a glass bottle.

To which social class do you belong? Upper

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? He's allergic to oranges but will risk it cause he likes orange juice. No diseases or any other phyical weakeness

Are you right- or left-handed? Right

What does your voice sound like? Deep but not Barry white deep, like regular deep southern drawl or should I say a Memphis accent.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? I’m good or it’s whatever, what’s that word shortly

What do you have in your pockets? Money and a lighter.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? He has an obsessive behavior but at the same time he plays it very nonchalant when he feels like people playing on his head top. But at the same time he can be very nonchalant or not care which tends to annoy people.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? His life wasn’t sweet at all actually, it wasn’t the best but it could have been a lot worse. He lived in the hood so we all know what that’s like, shoot outs, gangs, drugs and jail things that he seen on a daily basis. But his grandma tried her best to keep him on the right path even though it didn’t last too long because he still ended up doing what he wanted.

What is your earliest memory? Seeing his uncle get shot…traumatizing.

How much schooling have you had? High school diploma

Did you enjoy school? NO

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? Life skills were taught by the streets.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. My cousin Tat, he was a get money type of nigga, he had the respect of the hood and I wanted everything that he had. I always looked at him as a bigger role model than all these other people, because tat was getting money, he wasn’t just a regular drug dealer tat had the south really in control. He was powerful and I wanted to be exactly like him until he got shot, then I just lost all hope on who I wanted to be like because he changed his whole life after that.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? Yea his hating ass uncles and Aunties.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? A drug lord

As a child, what were your favorite activities? Football

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? He was a jokester, always the funny bad lil kid no matter where I went.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? He was very popular due to him clowning all the time and mostly his cousins, he didn’t have many outside friends. Niggas was frauds for real.

When and with whom was your first kiss? Middle School, Tati

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? No, Tati

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Most important…probably going on my first sold out tour a few years ago.

Who has had the most influence on you? Currently? Nobody, everybody cool though.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Sold out shows, best feeling ever for an independent artist.

What is your greatest regret? Not trying hard for what he knew he wanted, things could have been way different.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? He's not a evil person but life happens and you gotta survive it so yea.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? Yea, assault charges and some other things.

When was the time you were the most frightened? Couple of years ago, he was spiraling out of control. Unable to really see life and the bigger picture, he was living and thinking for in the moment. Could have ended badly but reality kicked in.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? Nothing

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? He would listen more to the things that people were telling him to better his life. So being less hard headed.

What is your best memory? First real vacation with his mama, grandma and sister. They didn’t go far but they went to New York and his grandma was hype as hell. She always wanted to go, so when he was able he took her. Brought her everything she wanted, she was happy as hell so for him that was all he needed to see.

What is your worst memory? As a kid seeing his uncle get killed, nothing tops that bad memory.

@la-resources

#kanedevs #L.A.task100

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ontheshroom · 2 years

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maybe you could do something with jack based off of Cuff It by Beyoncé???

Cuff It

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut! ⚠️

A/n: Loved writing this!!!

Synopsis: Jack and Tr meet in a club.

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It wasn’t often you got the option to go out with your friend, so you were taking your full advantage tonight.

“Alright it’s mandatory we must take three shots before we get to the club!” Lex calls out.

You let out a loud exaggerated sigh at her words with a playful smile following. You walk to your kitchen island with six shot glasses in front of you. Lex pours them and divides them into three each. You both rapidly down the shots before sticking your tongues out and groaning at the burn.

“Whew. That’s some good shit.” Lex laughs.

“I’m sick of you.” You laugh with her.

In sync your phone alerts you letting you know your Lyft is out front. You and Lex both do a once-over in the mirror of your front foyer before leaving. You hold the door open for Lex to get in before following after her.

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” She calls out.

“I feel like fallin in love.” You smile, bashfully.

“Oh, girl. You need to stay away from liquor.” She laughs.

Within twenty minutes the two of you are walking into Club ‘River’.

You and Lex walk past a section with someone so familiar to you, but you just can’t pinpoint it. Watching the mystery person as you walk, you both lock eyes.

“Our section is right there!” Lex calls out to you, snapping your attention off of him.

“Order me two shots of Casamigos.” You smile at her.

After ordering your drinks you both hear your favorite song at the moment playing.

“Ridin’ with my twinnem and we all look good at fuck! She say she my opp but I don’t know her, had to look her up! I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck! I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck! I can't put you in my business, you might wish me dead tomorrow. Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow! Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow! Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow! Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (ah-ha). Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (ah, ha, ha).” You both sing and twerk to the song.

Meanwhile, in the other section, you both were noticed.

“I feel like I’ve seen her before,” Jack confesses to Urban, pointing at you.

Your friend was currently taking pictures of you, that’d he probably pay to have on his phone.

“She’s bad, man. I don’t know where we’d know her from, though.” Urban shrugs.

“Her friend is fine too,” Urban adds, pointing to your friend.

“Nah, I know I’ve seen her before.” Jack shakes his head.

“Go up and talk to her,” Urban tells him.

As if God could hear his friend, you started making your way towards them, well at least it looks so. Realistically, you’re heading to the bar to figure out what happened to those drinks Lex ordered.

As you’re walking up you notice that familiar face looking at you again. This time he’s walking towards you, though. You shrug it off and realize out of the hundreds of people in this club, that man is not focused on you.

“Hi! My friend and I ordered four shots of Casamigos in our section and never got them, can I get them from here?” You ask the bartender.

“Of course! I didn’t get any orders, I apologize. Let me get those for y’all!” He calls out over the loud music.

“And you can put those on my tab.” You hear a voice say from behind you, causing you to turn.

You come face to face with the man from earlier, and man is he fine.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He says, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“I felt the same!” You tell him, laughing.

“Did you grow up in Louisville?” He asks you.

“Mm Mm.” You shake your head.

“Do you know my name?” He asks.

“I’m afr-“

“Here are these shots for y’all!” The bartender calls out, putting the drinks on a tray.

“Thank you!” You say to him before turning back to the man.

“I’m Jack.”

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You smile.

“You look so familiar.” He sighs.

“I have a following on Instagram, maybe you know me from there?” You ask him, shrugging a bit.

He pulls out his phone and opens Instagram before handing his phone to you. You quickly type in your Instagram to see he’s already following it.

“You follow me already!” You laugh.

He looks down at the page and then back at you and nods.

“Guess that mystery got solved.” He smiles.

You pull up your phone and open Instagram, following his actions, but when he opens his page you’re not following him.

You look down at your phone and realize why he’s so familiar.

“Jack, as in Jack Harlow.” You laugh.

“I feel like an idiot.” You shake your head.

“Damn, you ain’t even following me?” He asks playfully, smacking his lips.

“I swear I thought I was.” You laugh.

You hold the phone up so he could see it and you show him as you follow him.

“That’s right.” He laughs.

“Well, I better get going before my friend gets worried.” You tell Jack, picking up the drinks.

“Let me know before you leave?” He asks you.

You scrunch your eyebrows up at his statement.

“Mmm, maybe.”

“Bitch! He was familiar 'cause he’s Jack fucking Harlow!” You tell your friend giving her the shots.

“Yeah, his friend just came up to me.” Lex laughs.

The two of you decided to party for a bit before leaving with them. What could y’all say? Y’all’s mission was to fuck up the night, or any available hot men.

The night winds down and you both had a good buzz going. Drunk but not too drunk that you’re not aware of your decisions. The two of you decide to walk over to Jack’s section. The two of you are stopped at the section opening by two security guards.

“Aye, they’re good!” Jack calls out.

The men separate and you two walk into the section.

“We just wanted to let y’all know, we’re getting ready to go.” You tell Jack, leaning close to him to tell him in his ear.

“Alright, you wanna ride home? My friend can take your friend home.” He says.

You nod at his words and the four of you walk out together before separating into different cars.

“Call me tomorrow!” You yell out to Lex, who responds with a thumbs up.

“I live in Northbrook.” You tell Jack and he nods.

The second you both walk into your apartment it was as if the whole script flipped. Jack is all over you, his hands digging into your hips as if he couldn’t have you any closer to him.

“Fuck.” He groans as you palm him through his pants.

“I wanna go where nobody's been,” You tell him, shedding yourself of your dress and kicking off your heels.

Jack watches in astonishment as you walk to your bedroom.

When he walks back into your room he’s just as naked as you. You can’t help but smile at his size. You did good tonight, y/n.

“Lay down.” You smile at him.

He lays down on the bed and you crawl on top of him. You both let out low moans as you sink onto him. You rock your hips until you find your rhythm. Jack places his hands on your hips, pulling you down to his chest, your boobs hovering over his face.

“I like to be in control.” He groans, stopping your movements and fucking up into you.

“Fuck, Jack!” You moan.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours and Y’all’s mixed moans fill the room. As the two of you approach your orgasms you’re sure you see stars.

“I’m gonna cum, Jack!” You moan.

“Fuckkkk.” He groans.

He lets you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out and cums.

You roll off of him onto the bed and breathe heavily. You get up to use the restroom before crawling back into bed. Expecting Jack to get up since he’s already had sex with you, you kind of look at him funny.

“Go to sleep, baby. When you wake up tomorrow we can go get breakfast.” He tells you, cuddling you to his chest.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack

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ballplayersxo · 3 months

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to the anons that have been around Paolo or have had relations with him I have a few questions lol

1. How does he smell? (From experience I know some athletes already have bad breath/hygiene) & he admitted that he sweats alot.

he doesnt smell bad, he has hyperhydrosis (excessive sweating) but he drinks pedialite and stays on top of showering at least what ive seen. i got him creed aventus for his bday and he loves the scent and hes into cologne.

2. Does he kiss?

this made me laugh out loud girl of COURSE are yall dealing with men that dont kiss?? if youre asking if hes a good kisser id say hes improved but at the beginning was meh.

3. And last, what are y’all height? (I’m just tryna see if he’s into short girls lol)

im 5’9 so im tall but im sure he doesnt care about height why would he? hes a sweetheart and actually smart and funny which surprised me. hes also kinda hood which also surprised me.

im w a dolphins player who ive been on and off with for two years so p has been a fun distraction when me and my man get into it but since ive been back good w my man we havent spoken since the beginning of this month. dont be afraid to go for him anon, dont forget these niggas are just a button away!

when i update my instagram and find a way to secure these niggas too >>> LMAO but i think paolo seems like a really good guy face concerns aside. like he seems like a cutie i love submissions about him

#paolo banchero

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Opposites Attract

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik and (Y/N) are the perfect example of opposites attract.

Warning: strong language, cursing

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It was funny how to small little things that could get Erik going. He never thought that he would actually like (Y/N). Erik definitely had a type. He liked the expensive girls. The toxic type. The ones that would slap the shit outta you just by looking in another women’s direction. He couldn’t count on his hands and toes how many of his exes fought each other, over him.

(Y/N) though, yeah there was something different about her. She enjoyed the little things in life. Giving her extra cash to a homeless person, helping out at food banks and charity events. She was quiet and to herself.

They were literally the complete opposite of each other. Erik was a hood nigga. Whole nine yards. It was in the way he walked and talked. People knew who he was and he got respect for it.

(Y/N) was a good girl. Spent her days crocheting blankets, baking different recipes she found online, and she owned her own Dance Studio.

(Y/N) was slowly starting to rub off on Erik. Obviously she can’t take the hood outta him but he found himself more calm and relaxed when she was around. He found himself rather being with her, being forced to watch some cringe Netflix show then to be in a hot ass club.

Saturdays she loved going to different thrift stores in the city to find something cool. Whether it was clothes, little antiques, pictures. Erik always asked her,

“Why don’t you just let me buy you these things. You don’t have to wear what someone else wore,”

She’d always come back with, “Why spend a lot of money when you can get quality good stuff for cheap?” she would say in a duh tone.

Erik had money. Being in the military and all, and now being an undercover hitman. He always wanted to spoil her but she was so damn stubborn. His last exes wouldn’t think about turning him down, so it caught her off guard.

She even convinced him of going. At first, he told her no. Personally he thought it was weird. After begging he said he would go.

Her main focus this trip was to find some flower pots and some decorations for her Dance studio. As she was looking at different paintings, she heard Erik gasp. “Ayo what the fuck..” she looked back at him to see him holding an action figure that was still in perfect condition.

“What’s that?”

He showed it to her. “Do you know how much this thing is worth? Man I remember when this first came out. Shit was like 200 dollars and I begged my dad to get it for me but we ain’t have it.” he said looking at it in awe.

“So get it.” she shrugged her shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t play with kid toys.” he said as she playfully rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to play with it. It could be a sentiment objects, ya know? Put it on a shelf or on a table. Just buy it so because baby Erik couldn’t.” she said then grabbed it looking at the price.

“And it’s only 15 bucks.” she said. She then threw it in the cart. Erik raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You could put it in your game room as decoration. No offense but that shit is plain as hell.” she told him as he pinched her sides.

Now, every Saturday like clock work, Erik and her would go to a random city just to go thrift shopping. It was hard to admit it but Erik was taking a liking to this thrifting habit.

It was around 5 o’clock in the morning. Erik woke up to the sounds of (Y/N) snoring in his ear. It was funny actually because she swore up and down she didn’t snore and here she was sounding like a bear in hibernation. The sun was just rising, so minimum light was entering the room but he could still see her. She was naked, wrapped up in his white sheets. She slept on her stomach while she had her head rested on her arms, her mouth slights opened with her snores escaping. Her eye twitched a bit.

He ordered her some silk pillow cases for his house for the times she forgot to put her scarf on. Last night he dicked her down so good, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out. Her hair was short and curly, but her curls were all over the place.

Erik looked down at the tent in the sheets. Yeah, he definitely needed a piece of her. He turned over on his side to look at her, trailing his hands down her back and to her ass.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said placing kisses on her shoulder. She started to stir in her sleep but she didn’t wake up. “Daddy needs you.” he whispered in her ear. “You gonna let me get in this pussy, hmm?” She was slowly waking up, feeling the butterflies in her stomach already just by how close he was and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

“Babe, it’s too early.”

“It ain’t never to early. You giving up the pussy huh? I know she still fat and sensitive. I just wanna play.” he said to her. The way he talked was what got her in trouble. There was already a pool of wetness between her thighs and her eyes still wasn’t opened.

He put her on her back, her eyes slowly opening to see him smiling down at her. “Hi fats.”

“Hi.” she said wiping her eyes. “Do you ever get tired?” she asked him tilting her head to the side. His finger tips found her stiff nipples playing with them as she bit her lip.

“Tired of you? Okay..” he said rolling her eyes making her laugh.

“I haven’t even brush my teeth yet.” she said about to sit up but he stopped her. He didn’t say anything when his fingers found her center, slowly starting to rub circular motions on her clit. Shit bit her lip, closing her eyes.

“Nah, look at me.” Erik was crazy about eye contact. Seeing her stages of pleasure through her eyes, the changes he sees when he does something different just does something for him.

Her eyes slowly started to open, him standing there with that gorgeous ass, two dimpled smile. How could he look so innocent doing something like this?

“Baby…” she whimpered out grabbing his arm. Without responding, he took his middle and ring finger, entering her collecting some of her wetness making her moan. He bought to his lips, tasting it groaning. He bought his lips to hers, finally getting to taste her.

“I hope you know you’re not getting any right now.” she said to him through heavy breaths. She wanted to go to the studio earlier to freshen up before heading to her classes. She knew that if they went at it right now, they would be going at it for hours. That’s how tempting this man can be.

He smacked his teeth before laying on the side of her. She turned to face him. “But, I’ll come home early today. So I can spend time with you.” she told him grabbing his chin with her thumb and pointy finger.

“Hmm, okay. We can try that new hibachi grill downtown. Get all dolled up. Then after have a little fun of our own.” he said kissing up her neck, she slightly pushed him away.

“Boy you ain’t slick.” she sat up, looking back at him as he laid straight on his back with his hands behind his head.

“Your hair looks a mess. Look like you just got the dick of your life.” he laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully. She grabbed her phone off of their electric night stand looking at the time. “Ima go take shower. Do me a favor and water my plants for me.” she stood up as he smacked her ass. She gave him ‘an are you serious’ look.

“It was just there. But yeah I can.” he stood up stretching as she walked to their bathroom. He walked out filling the green water can up and watering them.

Erik couldn’t help but chuckle. Never in a million years, he would’ve thought that a girl would have him watering her plants. He can’t lie though, he picked up a few tips from her to help grow his weed. His customers said that it was the best they ever had.

After doing that, he doordashed her a meal from her favorite coffee shop and grabbing something for him too. He was cleaning the kitchen, when she came out with her towel wrapped around her body and her hair still wet.

“Thanks baby.” she kissed him on the cheek as he looked her up and down.

“You don’t want to give me none but you’re walking around looking like this, fats?” he said licking his bottom lip. She smirked to herself before saying,

“It’s not like you won’t be able to do anything about it.” she whispered in his ear. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“I won’t? Quick playin with me before I have yo ass in bed all day.” she turned around ‘accidentally’ dropping the dish sponge on the floor.

“Whoops.” she bent down grabbing it. He went behind her placing his hands in the middle of her back to make her stay.

“Stay just like that mamas.” he said lifting the towel up, only to see her bare pussy winking back at him.

“Erik-” she was cut off by him pressing his print against her, slowly grinding against it. He grabbed a good handful of her hair, pulling her back up. He pushed her against the counter making her pushed against the counter and him.

“Didn’t I say to quick playin with me? Now you got my dick hard.” he growled in her ear as she closed her eyes smiling.

“I know but-”

“But nothing.” he yanked the towel off of her as he wrapped his hands around her neck from the front. He was about to pull his dick out but the doorbell ring. She groaned as he cursed.

“Who is that?” she asked him.

“I ordered us some breakfast and I forgot.” he backed away looking at her as she turned around. His eyes trailed down her body as she tilted her head.

“Well are you gonna get that or just stare at me?” she asked him. He took one last good look at her before he walked to his foyer to open the door. She picked up the towel and walked back into his room.

He came back to see her and the towel gone. He groaned, placing the bag of food on the counter. He walked back to the room, to see her getting dressed.

‘What you getting dressed for?” he asked her as she turned around.

“Erik.. I have to go do my classes.” she said as he rolled his eyes.

“Mhm. You weren’t worried about those classes when I was just about to dig in yo-” she grabbed a pillow throwing it at him. He caught it before walking closer to the bed where she was standing next to it. He threw it on the bed before he placed his hand on her cheek.

“You’re not going to convince me other wise.” she said. “I’ll be back home and after we come back from dinner, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” she whispered to him as he sighed looked down.

“Fine. But this-” he moved his fingers between the both of them. “Ain’t over with.” he told her. She kissed him once more before tapping his face lightly.

“Don’t miss me too much and thanks for breakfast!” she screamed walking out of the bedroom.

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Erik stepped out of his 2022 Audi R8, looking around the neighborhood. He walked to the door unlocking it, seeing a bunch of product on the tables. “Trent! You here?” he asked throwing his keys on the table. Trent came from down the hall way giving him a bro hug.

Trent was Erik’s right hand man who helped him run his ring. He was one of the only few people he could trust.

“Aye..” Trent greeted him. “Your half is in the safe.” Erik followed him into the back room with his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“How much did we make?” Erik asked him placing his bag on the table and going to unlock the pin lock.

“189 Thousand. All of that in there is your share.” he explained to him. Erik stuffed the stacks into the bag before Trent leaned on the table looking at Erik. Erik noticed that he was staring at him before saying,

“Something you gotta say?” he asked him as Trent nodded.

“Actually yeah. Trinity stopped by.” Erik’s jaw clenched at the name of her. That was something that he was already over and had forgotten. It was just the fact that he wasn’t expecting to hear from her.

“Oh.. what did she want?” Erik asked not looking at him, continuing to place the stacks into the bag.

“You.” Trent cleared his throat standing up right. “Erik don’t fuck-”

“Nigga I’m not even thinking of her like that. I only want (Y/N).” he reminded him as Trent threw his hands up. Trent knew the relationship Trinity and Erik had. How toxic that two of them were and how Erik was when he finally called it quicks with her. Trent knew as soon as Trinity had enough time to say something to him, she manipulate him into thinking he was the bad one all along.

“Okay! I just don’t want you to fuck up what you already have going on.” he said referring to (Y/N). “She messed you up bad. We can’t afford that shit no more.” he reminded him. When they officially broke up, for a few weeks he was out of it. He didn’t even want to talk to anyone. That effecting operations for their ring.

“Trust me. I’m not even worried about her...” he zipped up the bag, throwing the bag over his shoulder. “I just wanna know why she felt so damn bold enough to come though.” he said while they both walked outside to his car.

“Any plans for the night. Some of us were planning on going out tonight. Prolly hit up some clubs on the strip.” he told him.

“Nah fam. I promised (Y/N) I’d take her out to eat after I got back.” Erik told her as Trent nodded. Trent was about to say something but a car pulled into the drive way.

“Who is that?” Erik looked at him, only seeing the annoyed expression on his face. As soon as he saw that, he concluded who it was. “Trinity.”

“Remember what I told you.” He gave him a bro hug before walking back into the house. Erik seen him walk into the house but he heard the car door open and close. He slowly turned around before opening his own car door.

“Erik!” she called out for him walking closer to the car.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” Was all he asked her. She shrugged her shoulders before saying,

“I know you come on Friday’s to pick up your share.” she told him as he nodded scratching the back of his neck. “I miss you.” she said leaning on his back door, he laughed in her face.

“I don’t know whether that’s true or not but I really don’t care enough to find out. Now if you excuse me I-” he was cut off by her rolling her eyes and saying,

“You know you miss me too Erik. You can stop playing that game now because I know for a fact that you do.” she attempted to convince him but he shook his head

“No you don’t. You just miss the idea of me.” he said to her. “And I don’t miss you. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things.” he bragged to her. That made her laugh because the thought of someone being more cute or more bad than her was a foreign topic.

“Oh what? The dance teacher? That lame ass bitch, I am not scared. She’s not going to do shit” she said with a smirk on her face.

“Oh you say something to her, I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes. Understand?” he warned her as she scoffed. She shook her head looking down at the ground then back at him.

“What happened to us, Erik? We easily use to make our way back to each other but now you-”

“But now I don’t want you anymore. Especially after everything you done to me.”

Erik rubbed his temples annoyed at the fact that they were having another argument over something so stupid. “Trinity can you just shut up and sit down. I didn’t do nothing with her!” he yelled defending himself. He stood up walking towards her as she backed away.

“Nigga fuck you! Why that hoe came up to me and told me that!?” she asked grabbing the plates that were in the drying rack, throwing it at him.

“What the hell, calm the fuck down!?” he exclaimed ducking out of the way. She ran out of plates as he grabbed her hands putting her against the wall.

“I fucking hate you! And my dumb ass was sitting up here feeling bad because I cheated!” she yelled in his face as he pulled away. He looked at her in shock, backing away.

“Say that shit again.” she started to laugh hysterically at him.

“Oh you can do it but wanna get all hurt when I do it. You’re such a fucking hypocrite.” She suspected him to say something to her once she said that, but he just stared at her.

He nodded his head turning around. “Get out.” Was all he said before he walked into the living room, but she followed him.

“What do you-”

“You have 20 minutes to get the fuck outta my house before I put you out myself.” he snapped at her

“You’re so ridiculous. You cheated and-”

“What the fuck do you not understand dumb ass, I have never cheated on you!” he yelled at her. “Get your shit and leave.”

“I would have done anything for you but you fucked that up.” he snarled at her. “If you knew how I really felt, you wouldn’t be sitting up in my face with that goofy ass face.” he snapped at her.

“I fucking hate you.”

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(Y/N) was in his bathroom, fresh out the shower. She was brushing her teeth when she looked up in the mirror to see him standing there.

“What the- Erik you scared me!?” she yelled hitting him in his chest. He busted out laughing grabbing his chest as she turned around rinsing her mouth.

“I’m sorry fats.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder before massaging her hips. “So, I had a visitor at one of the houses.” he whispered as she opened her eyes from her relax state, looking at him through the mirror.

“Gonna tell me who?” she asked him.

“Trinity.” As soon as the name came out of his mouth, she looked at him in shock. She knew about how her and Erik broke up and how their relationship was. Honestly she was surprised that she was even Erik’s type considering that her and Trinity are complete opposite of each other.

She noticed before Erik and her got into a relationship how different they were but yet she felt like he was a soul mate. She questioned herself usually if Erik really did like her but he did more than just tell her that he wanted her. He showed her that he wanted her.

“Really/ What did she want?” she asked him looking into the sink.

“She was saying how she missed me.” he whispered placing his chin on her forehead. “Said how she wasn’t scared of you, blah blah.” he said then sighed as she looked back up at him.

“How’d she know where you were going to be?” she asked him.

“She knows I go over there to get my money on Friday’s. She shouldn’t be showing up anymore,” he comforted her. He noticed the concern look on her face before grabbing her hips and turning her around.

“You know I wouldn’t do something stupid right? I love you too much” he reminded her as she smiled at him.

“I know. I just don’t to get hurt.” she whispered looking down at herself playing with her hands. Erik lifted her head by her chin and whispered,

“I won’t. I promise.”

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