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26, Afro Latina🇩🇴🌈, Small business owner in cosmetics ✨

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Hello Kitty Coded 💖🤍✨

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Michael at the LA Premiere of Spider-Man: Brand New Day

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Michael B. Jordan for David Yurman

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The Usos - WWE Stockton

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Computa worked her magic

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July asked a lot of you. Thank you for not giving up on yourself.

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Mermaid Fountain at Tokyo DisneySea

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Michael B. Jordan x Black Plus Size OC

. sounds // feenin' - jodeci . warnings: 18+, sexual content, explicit language . wc: ~1.1k . shea buttah bakery masterlist .

“Hey, pretty.” 

Crystal flinched, gasping at the sound of her husband's voice as he appeared behind her in the bathroom mirror. “Oh my god, Mike.” One hand clutched to her chest, the other gripping the edge of the sink, she leaned toward it taking a relieved breath. “I didn't even hear you come in here.”

“I was being stealthy.” He wore a silly smile on his face, but she wasn't as amused, frowning just slightly.

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“My bad," he laughed, quietly, "I didn't mean to.”

“And aren’t you early?”

“Ok, so, check this out.” He stepped closer, placing his hands onto the marble down at her sides, caging her in. “I been thinkin' about you aaaall day, baby. And I couldn’t wait to get home.”

She dried her hands on the small towel hanging next to her, grinning up at his scrumptious reflection. “You missed me?”

“Mhm. So bad, baby.”

A bigger smile was creeping onto her face as he sat his cap and glasses down by the sink, but then she realized something. Her brows scrunched in confusion. “Why are we talking so low?”

“Tink is sleep.”

“Oh, ok. That must’ve just happened.”

“Which means we got 'bout fifteen minutes, give or take,” he said, hurrying out of his t-shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Her head jerked forward, lips pursed, but she was only partially confused now. “Um, to do what?”

Ignoring her completely, he curved his arms around her waist and licked his lips, trailing wet kisses at the crook of her neck.

“Nope.” She whipped around to face him, throwing her hands up to his bare chest before he could wrap her up too tightly. Or get her too loose.

“Why not?”

He was frowning like she was the one not making any sense. So, naturally, she frowned back, aware that he was the actual crazy person.

“Baby, what if she wakes up? What if she walks in here?”

He shrugged. “Lock the door.”

“But, then, what if she needs one of us and we’re in here with the door locked? Being nasty.”

“Baby, I need you.”

“Mike, you gotta focus, boo,” she instructed, snapping her fingers near his face. “Focus.”

He sighed and dropped his head in defeat. He knew she was right, but his hunger was outpacing all of his good sense right now. “If she needs one of us, I can move quickly.”

“Ok, but she’s right in our bed. What if she hears something? She could be scarred for the rest of her little life.”

“Simple. You the loud one. Just be quiet.”

Her eyes widened as her jaw fell slack, into a smile. “Not ‘Mr. huff and puff, moan and groan’ tryna play me--” They both ducked into near-silent laughter, throwing their hands up to catch the noise before it could go too far. “You be quiet, too, shit.”

“Ok, ok. I will. So, come ooon.” He pressed his body against her plushness, allowing her to feel all the frustration he'd been carrying around with him. Her stomach did a violent flip.

“Mike… I don’t know about this.” She bit her bottom lip, carefully sliding her hands down to his abs, knowing she was very close to giving in. He knew it, too.

“Mama… please," he whispered right against her ear, grazing it lightly with his soft lips. "You know you love the way I make you feel.”

He raised one of her legs and pushed himself even closer, sinking his starving fingers into the suppleness of her thigh. The desperation in his words as well as his unsteady movements had her soaking her panties.

“Baby,” she released a frustrated sigh, “...we can’t. Not while Tink’s in here.”

“But she’s asleep, Crys. Come on, we wastin' precious time.”

She stared at him for a second, just to see how serious he was. He stared back with the eyes of a man who didn’t have a playing bone in his body. Without warning, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the sink, sending more than a few of her products tumbling. One even rolled onto the floor.

“Michael!” she whispered, intensely.

“Just let me…” he begged, going straight for her lips. She dodged his kiss, but his hand was caressing her thigh and slowly creeping up her shorts. “Let me make that pussy feel good.”

She gasped when his lips touched her neck right as those filthy words entered her ears. He was talking to her like their baby wasn’t right in the next room. His brain wasn’t in full control and hers was about to follow, her glossy walls clenching around nothing, begging to be touched. 

"But, babe, you know it's just a cat nap. She ain't even sleep for real," she breathed, eyes closed, neck stretched out and giving him more space.

"We got 'bout ten minutes now."

He was relentless. In the moment, there was only one logical thing she could think to do. She knew she would pay handsomely for it later, but that was a problem for future Crystal. “…Tink, baby, daddy’s home!” she suddenly yelled, covering her face right after.

She watched through her fingers as he backed away, blinking slowly, eyes wide. “Crys…” he whispered. She licked her tongue out at him, laughing uncontrollably at the genuine shock in his expression. He shook his head, unable to hold his laughs seeing her lose it. "I can't believe you, girl.”

"I'm sorryyyy! I didn't know what else to doooo!"

His head slumped back and he huffed toward the ceiling, so dramatically. Of course, she just laughed harder. About two seconds later, Tink ran into the bathroom with a huge smile, rubbing the residual sleep from her eyes. “Daddyyyy!”

“Tiiiiiink!” He scooped his baby girl up, peppering kisses onto her cute little face through her giggles. Then he turned back to Crys swinging her legs up on the sink, and cupped his hand over Tink's ear. “That ass gettin' put smoove through the mattress tonight. Believe that.” Crys' mouth dropped. He'd spoken softly, but he didn't want that to curb the severity of his statement. “And I'm not playin'.”

"Oop!" She pulled her lips in and bit them, letting her head fall. She knew she was in trouble, but it was undoubtedly her favorite kind. She couldn't wait for the sun to go down. "Well, put me through it then."

He chuckled, nodding his head. "...Aight."

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come thru: cameron cade x black!fem reader

summary: what started off as a friendly check in quickly turned into a messy situation.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, failed situationships (jumpscareeeee), unprotected sex, p in v sex, y'all being toxic? + y'all being nasty 🤭

a/n: this is loosely based on me and my situationship lol like very loosely. one could say i was imagining what would happen *call drops* 🫣😗

The door barely was shut good before you were kicking your shoes off and dropping your bags on the nearby couch. It was a day to say the least—work was irritating; too many questions, too many people, and whatever his name was was on his good bullshit again in your messages about wanting to take you out but has also made zero plans to actually do anything. 

You toss your boho braids into a messy bun while walking to your bedroom, digging through your drawers to find something to throw on around the house. “a quick shower, find me something to eat and then light that blunt.” you mumble to yourself going through your after work plans. “Orrrr, I could shower, smoke then eat?” you ponder out loud as you move to the bathroom turning the shower on, letting the steam fill the space around you. 

You make quick of undressing, taking a good look at yourself in the mirror; taking note of the dark circles around your eyes & just how tired you look. you shake your head and get in the shower letting the hot water soothe your aching muscles. 

Cause is it really a good shower if you aren’t basically boiling yourself? 

You finish up your routine with skin care and lotion yourself up before putting a big t-shirt and shorts on. Moving back to your room, you dig out your old stash box from the top of your closet. Opening it, you grab a pre-roll & a lighter. You light the blunt, inhaling deeply letting the smoke fill your lungs. Puffing your cheeks to hold the smoke for a second before slowly exhaling; blowing the smoke along with the stress of the day out. 

“Now if only I had some dick waiting for me, that would’ve been great.” you say giggling. 

Holding the blunt between your fingers, careful not to burn your nails again. You start walking to the kitchen when your phone’s ringtone stops you mid stride. The eye roll that you unleash came deep from the soul, until you saw the name on the caller ID. 

“cam😵‍💫”

The heaviest sigh comes out but you still answer. While propping your phone up on the counter in your kitchen, the FaceTime call takes a moment to connect, then you’re greeted with his dammed but handsome face. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?” voice syrupy sweet, dripping with sarcasm. 

“I can’t just check up on you?” he asks feigning shock. 

You take a long pull from the blunt again, mainly to avoid saying something snarky. “It’s never just a check up with you.” You say while letting the smoke out again. 

“You right…it ain’t never just that with me.” he chuckles. “But seriously, wassup?”

You shrug, not knowing really where to start; “I’m okay I guess? I don’t know. This job is getting on my nerves, so are these niggas and I don’t know what’s in the air today but it’s like everybody just was being stupid. You take a deep breath after your small rant; taking another hit before asking him, “What about you, what’s going on in your world?” 

You really didn’t care to hold back with Cameron at this point. He was what you’d call comfortable. A failed situationship turned friendship? Using the word friend very loosely here. You and him tried to make it work before, the love and feelings were there. He gave you just enough to keep you holding on—never enough to make you stay. Yet, you and him could never really leave each other be. 

There wasn’t a big fall out between the two of you, just a mutual agreement. He promised to be there for you—which only muddied up the lingering feelings you had for him—but you had to set a boundary because it’s so easy to fall into those same routines with him. You dated other men sure, they just didn’t do it for you like he did. 

Not tall enough. 

Too clingy.

Not strong enough. 

Didn’t know your body like he did. 

All fuck ups. 

Or you were just set on finding issues with every man that isn’t him? 

You tune back into the conversation catching the tail end of him mentioning some training camp he has coming up before the season starts. You nod slightly, “Another year in the books, you think y’all going all the way?” You say, as you turn around to dig in your fridge for something to eat. The last time you ate plus the weed you’re smoking, it’s like you’re starving. 

You moved to your living room after smoking and eating. The stress of your day finally off your shoulders. You and Cameron still were on the phone, the conversation between the two of you still light. Until he asked:

“You dealing with anybody?” he asks. 

You pause, shifting against the pillows on the couch to get more comfortable. “Why?” 

“I can’t ask?” A moment passes between the two of you before he continues. “Or I can’t do that no more?” he cocked an eyebrow. 

You fold your lips in on each other, a small smile forming across your face. “Be my guest…however, that don’t mean I gotta answer.” you reply, voice even. 

His eyebrows raise while humming lowly. He’s used to this with you—the push and pull, the hard exterior. It’s what attracted him to you back in college. He knew the real you under the facade—the soft version of yourself. The version he knew he wasn’t worthy of but still received. 

“You tryna be funny but it won’t be funny if I pull up and we have this conversation face to face, love.” He says, his attention fixed on you. 

“You wouldn’t.” you challenge. 

“You know I would.” 

Light knocks on your front door bring you out of the light nap you were taking. You sit up, hearing the knocks getting heavier. Taking your time, you walk to the door but before opening it, you pause. 

“Cameron, I know damn well—“ you exclaim, opening the door and seeing that shit eating grin on his face. 

“You gon let me in? Or I gotta get on my knees and beg?” Same grin on his face. 

You fold your arms across your chest, meeting his eyes. 

“You ain’t getting on your knees for nothing.” You mumble, stepping aside for him to come in. He brushes past you without a second thought as if this was all a formality. 

Once the door shuts, the space between you two feels smaller. You didn’t realize how close he was until you turned around. Your eyes meet his once again, this time you can see the heat smoldering in them. 

“Don’t get all quiet on me now…keep that same energy you had on that phone.” he murmured.

You smack your lips, “You drove all the way over here for that? you tryna prove a point to somebody?” 

“Yeah…you.” He replies, closing the space between the two of you. You take a step back bumping into the wall. You hate how your breathing changed. And you definitely hate how your heartbeat settles deep between your thighs. 

Cameron notices the shift in your body too. “You ain’t gotta keep pushing me away ma,” eyes focused on your mouth. 

“it’s only prolonging the inevitable…ain’t it?” his gaze lifts back up to you. 

A moment passes, “Just say the word and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Your lips part slightly but nothing comes out. Cameron’s hand brushed against your jaw, tilting your head back just enough. You exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You leaned into him—you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of you saying it—as his lips met yours. 

The kiss starts slow, a soft moan slipping out from you. His hands drops to your hips, gripping tightly. You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. He pulls you in closer, while deepening the kiss. He picks you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Breaking the kiss fully, he catches his breath before saying

“It was just too much for you to just say it huh? Wouldn’t give me the satisfaction.” He tuts. 

Fighting the urge to yet again roll your eyes, grip tightening on him. “Cam…shut up and fuck me.” You whined. 

Cameron might not be able to communicate using his words but he definitely was trying to tell you something tonight. Your legs rested on his shoulders while he drove himself deeper into you. This position was always his favorite; he was able to pay attention to every little shift of yours. He pushed your legs back even more, practically folding you in half. 

Clearly he thinks you’re a gymnast of some sort. 

He must have read your mind, bringing you back to the moment, “Uh uh, stay with me.” swiveling his hips on the last word as he leaned down closer to you. Your moans getting louder now because of the angle. You pulled him closer to you by his signature chains that were in your face. The kiss you shared was messy; the sounds from the each of you mixing together to create a filthy soundtrack to the night. 

“You hear how wet she is for me baby?” he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing against the lobe. You moaned in response—the mix of him fucking you and talking to you too much.

 “She missed daddy didn’t she?” He continues. This time you nod quickly.

“You missed daddy, huh?” he asks, slowing his hips. “Fuck…yes.” You breathe; your response shocking you.

The dick can’t be that good, it’s just been a while for me.

You try to come up with some sort of reasoning for you to fold that easily. Those words only spurred Cameron on. The break that you thought you were about to get? Gone. Back to proving a point. Sounds were just falling from your lips at this point. He pushed himself up on his knees, looking at where you were connected. An even filthier scene to match the ambiance. 

Your legs fell to the bed wide open, giving them a well needed break. You watched him through hooded eyes as he took his thumb after sucking on it to your clit rubbing in small circles in tandem to his strokes. Your moans got higher in pitch. You gripped your breasts, pinching your nipples between your thumb and index fingers; the more stimulation the better. 

“You gon cum fa’me?”

“Right fuckin’ there, oh my—“ you moan. Squeezing your eyes shut, that feeling you know all too well washes over you. His name a plea that’s freely flowing from your lips through your whole orgasm. 

He’s right behind you: strokes messier, low groans turning into higher pitched ones, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. 

“Where you want it?” he grunts out. 

Instead of giving him an answer, you show him by wrapping your legs around his hips, crossing them at your ankles. 

“Oh it’s—“ he starts but is quickly interrupted by a long groan as he empties himself inside of you. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out.  You whine from the loss of contact, but that was quickly replaced when he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankle. 

Cameron’s licked a quick stripe up as he groans directly into you. His eyes trained on yours as he at like a man starved. He pulls back enough for you to see the lower half of his face soaked with the mix of you and him. 

“We taste good together.” he groans lowering his head back between your thighs as he works to pull the second orgasm of the night from you. He slides two fingers inside of you and moves them in a ‘come here’ motion. You grip the sheets of ruined bed in your hands trying to keep yourself grounded. 

Given how sensitive you were from his previous assault on your pussy, this orgasm didn’t take as long before it crashed into you completely. His fingers slide out easily and you shudder from the loss of contact. He stands in front of you in all his naked glory; dick resting between his thighs. You sit up on one elbow, looking at him with a smug grin on his face as he licks his fingers clean. 

“I only got one question for you, who else you been fucking like that?” you muse, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

He laughs—genuine one too. “What was it that you said earlier? Be my guest? I ain’t gotta answer?” he asks rhetorically. 

You glance around, looking for something to throw at him—only then realizing everything had long since fallen off the bed.

“Ha, ha…but guess what?” You let a beat pass. “You still got on them knees tonight, ain’t you?” 

His eyebrows lift slightly, “Touché babygirl, touché.” 

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I GENUINELY LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SOUND EXCITED TO TALK TO ME. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ACTUALLY WANNA TALKN TO ME??? YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT MY USELESS INTERESTS THAT CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO SOCIETY?? OH WOW!! YAY!!

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i will always prefer being single over being confused and lost

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Need him like I need air 😛😛