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[theblacklewinsky]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Obsessed! Terry Richmond A.U x Black! Female Oc!

dead dove do not eat! this snippet contains mentions of stalking, nonconsensual photo taking, physical assault, harm, threats of death. consume on your own accord.

passin' by the house, like, "come outside before it get violent!"

lights off, mask on, silent.

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Vēnor: (v.) to strive for, or pursue any objective, whether concrete or abstract in nature.

Stalking: (v.) when two people take a long romantic walk together, but only one of them knows about it.

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"𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄."

in which a recently divorced woman meets a charming man on a dating app, yet, he is not what he seems.

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The amber colored light flickered on, Truth's eyes darting around every corner of the room. Photos of her, her ex-husband, her closest friends, clipped to a line of wiring that stretched across the small square footage of the darkroom.

Pictures hung from the walls, all seemingly photos of her or people she was closely tied to. Tears blurred her vision her eyes darting around the room, anxiety creeping up her neck. She lowly inched inside the room, the heavy metal door slamming behind her making her flinch.

A soft gasp fell from her lips once she sat eyes on a certain photo in particular, a photo of Truth and her daughter, hand in hand, unbeknownst to the man in the shadows taking pictures of them.

She snatched the photo from the paperclip, yanking it off the line. Rage bubbled within her as she tore her eyes from the photo, letting it clobber to the ground before she went haywire. Ripping multiple pictures from the wiring, before ripping the wiring down itself. Next, came the pictures on the wall.

She'd completely ransacked the room. Pictures and wiring lay tattered on the ground, empty bottles of photo development fluid lay empty and discarded. The two cameras that sat perched up on the dresser, lens' completely destroyed.

She sat in the middle of the floor, chest heaving, face wet with tears as she picked up the now tattered photo of she and her daughter again, this was before she had even met him.

"What the fuck?" She quietly whispered to herself. Tossing the photo aside, she crawled a few feet away, a picture of her now missing ex-husband lay beside a couple photos of her closest friends. She picked up the picture, stomach dropping as the actuality of the events over the past year set in.

It had all been him. Her ex-husband, her best-friend's random attack, the feeling of being watched, stalked.

"What the fuck is going on?" Truth mumbled to herself, exasperated. Sniffing, she dropped the photo, picking up the photo she didn't see. A photo of her mother.

So caught up with the eerie photos she was now examining in the photo room, she hadn't heard the culprit return. The sound of his heavy, combat boots against the creaking hardwood flooring of his hallway was simply background noise as she hurriedly crawled around, flipping photos over. Everyone she knew.

"Baby, you've done a number in here, huh?" The familiarity of the deep British accent made her turn her head slowly, vision blurred from the tears begging to burst through her lash line. Her brown eyes bore into his as she furrowed her brows, tears cascading down her cheeks. Unwavering as he neared her, his large hand holding an eerily gentle grip on her chin, his opposing thumb gently wiping her tears away. She was repulsed.

"Who the fuck are you?" Truth asked slowly, gaze and tears unfettered as she stared at him holding up the plenty photos in her hand.

His gaze sickeningly sweet as he stared at her before slowly shaking his head, before looking around the room himself, "I really, really, wish you hadn't gone snooping around," he tsk'd eyes landing on you, "so pretty," he hummed, thumb tracing the shape of her full lips before he pressed a kiss right against the corner of her mouth, tucking his face in her neck as she sat frozen, shock consuming her. He took a deep breath, eyes closing at the familiarity of her scent, the signature smell of the Valentino perfume filling his nostrils.

"A shame I won't get to see this pretty face anymore,"

The words brought a chill to her entire being, stomach dropping all at once. But Truth couldn't show anymore fear than she already had revealed, she shook her head slowly. "You wouldn't hurt me, you love me too much."

Terry chuckled, the sound muffled against her flesh. He pulled back slowly, brows furrowing as he mocked her solemn expression, "that's where you're wrong, mama," he spoke lowly, loud enough only for the two of them to hear, twirling an unruly curl around his finger, "I love you just enough to kill you."

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[heathermcnamara]

ummmmm. my 5-6 yr ao3 hiatus is over. jarchies ur january or whatever (with a side order of lesbians cause i stick to my ROOTS!)

agitate the gravel - Cheryl is pretty. She’s pretty, and she reminds him of something that needs saving. What, exactly, he isn’t sure. There’s something he recognises inside her, but he can’t place it, and chasing it leaves him running into brick walls.

riverdale, the 7x3 cheryl & archie lavender marriage plot except what if it was kind of dragged on for a bit and also worse! multichap, allegedly. i love 50sdale <3

[magicxc]

What Will It Take

Pairings: Luke James x Black Reader

Word Count: 3235

Warnings: Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Reverse Cowgirl, Spanking, Hint of a Breeding Kink, Pain Kink if You Squint, Real Hard

BBJ Masterlist

“Warriors for the Dub,” I confidently yelled across the hall. 

Chuckling as I stride back into the office, coffee in hand, I’m mad excited for tonight's game. Right now it’s a toss up between the Warriors and the Cavaliers and my hating ass coworker is a diehard Lebron fan. I’m talking this man can do no wrong. And I’m all for Lebron don't get me wrong, I can respect the hustle, but that man cries way too much for my taste. Just get in there and play the fucking game without calling for fouls every quarter. 

The door slamming against the wall interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see just who has the motherfuckin audacity; my posture relaxing as soon as I eye Damon’s bitch ass stepping through the threshold.

“Ayo for real that boy Curry is done for,” he boomed. “So you might as well just run me my money right now.” 

“Just because your rent is due doesn't mean you get to walk around here harassing people; budget better bitch.” 

“Ain’t nobody short on money Luke it- matter of fact, lets double up on it.”

“You really wanna go double or nothing?” I questioned. 

“That’s what I just said, don’t bitch out on me now.”

“Damon ain’t nobody worried about a few dollars,” I countered. “That’s chump change.”

Damon is what I’d like to call a competitive wagerer. That man will quadruple up on a losing bet even if all he has to give for it is the pants around his ass. Just constantly tripling up on a stake in hopes that the next one guarantees him a pocketful of money. How he still walks around here with two fully functioning knee caps is beyond me. 

“Ain’t y’all niggas spose to be working?” comes a voice chiming in from the door. 

“Yes sir, I’m just finalizing some of these last minute reports before I hand them over to Luke for the Swiss fiscal account.”

“That’s real cute Damon, but I heard you motherfuckers all the way from the bathroom.”

“Well what you riding a nigga for then?” Damon groaned. 

“My bad boss,” I conceded. “But by the end of the day all the statements will have been completed.”

“If y’all two sons of bitches gone be gambling in my establishment, at least have the decency to do it quietly,” he barked. “And while we’re at it, Luke, I need you to stay behind tonight to get a head start on the Cayman Island accounts.”

“My man, any other night and I got you, but tonight is the finals and I already have everything all set up.” 

“Luke, if I don’t see at least some headway on those reports by tomorrow, don’t even bother coming in.”

“Sheesh, so much for a work environment that feels like family.” 

“Damon shut yo ass up and clock out while you at it,” he ordered, stomping out the room; Damon angrily puffing behind him.

“Fuuuck,” I muttered. 

Five days worth of planning down the damn drain. I’m talking surround sound installed and ready to go. Acoustic panel strips glued to the door of my mancave for the perfect noise cancellation, effectively soundproofing it. And wings from my favorite spot preordered and ready to deliver for the exact time I pulled into the driveway. Deadass, the only thing I had left to do was take a quick shower once I got inside. And with how long it takes me to get home once I got off, I would’ve been out the tub just in time for player introductions.

Now my boss wants me to sort through this pile of shit tonight? It’s gonna take me at least an hour to make even an ounce of progress trying to unscramble these makeshift ass policy reports. Truth be told, he’s only doing this cause he thought his underdog ass team was gonna come through and make their way to the finals. Well jokes on him cause the Celtics haven’t been relevant since Rondo was on that bitch. I mean he’s a cool boss when he’s ready, but I need to square up with him at least once outside of work hours. Nothing too hectic, just long enough to let out some frustrations. 

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Tonight's game starts at 7:00, meanwhile I just barely wrapped up everything for the Swiss fiscal accounts; my impatience growing as I eye the current time of 6:30. Vigorously rubbing my temples, I let out a sigh of annoyance as it dawns on me that I may very well spend the first half of the game in this office - all my weeks worth of preparation wasted. 

Sending a quick text to my wife that I’ll be working overtime, I set up the game on my phone and give myself until the end of the first quarter before I call it a night; opting to stream it for some background noise. 

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Halfway into the second quarter, I’m just shy three pages into the Cayman Island files, stopping every so often to watch Draymond run a foul. Honestly I couldn’t tell what’s going on with that paperwork, but I’ll be damned if I sit here and find out. The very least I can do is finish up these last two quarters in the comfort of my home. Boss said I had to make some headway not finish it, I thought to myself as I packed up to leave.  

“Boy aint no fucking way,” I screamed to no one in particular, hands slamming against the steering wheel; those orange striped cones tall and unwavering as they barricade the street, mocking me. 

Ten minutes into my drive home and my usual route, of all times, is blocked off. Now I gotta take the residential area which is chocked full of stop signs and speed limit ass followers. The third quarter is just beginning and the fleeting thought crosses my mind about finishing the game at the nearest bar; dismissing the idea soon after, my heart intent on salvaging whatever is left of this night.  

“Agghhhh”

Five minutes away from my house, the sportscaster announces the end of the third quarter with the Warriors at 88 and The Cavaliers at 73. They cut for a short commercial break and I floor it the rest of the way home, fingernails digging painfully into my palms. 

Bursting through the front door, I fling my jacket on the back of the couch. My tie follows shortly after, softly slithering onto the floor. Feet noisily slipping out of each shoe, it’s become a messy clothing trail left behind; a chaotic version of footprints left in the sand, and although my steps can be retraced, it’s far from picturesque. 

Mancave be damned I think, making a beeline for the front room which to my surprise is already playing tonight’s game. I plop into the seats, confusion etching onto my features as I get the strangest case of deja vu. 

“I swear I’ve seen this before,” I whisper. 

Sitting up further, ass dangling off the edge of the seat, this game is starting to look a little more familiar than I’d like. And it isn’t until I peep the infamous two player scuffle that I realise it's an old game, head hanging in irritation as I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm my nerves. 

A quiet, but unmistakable giggle sounds from behind me and I turn around to eye none other than the culprit herself, bursting into hysterics like shit is funny. 

I go and make my way to the basement to try the game down there, but I just about tore that place up looking for the remote. Stomping up the stairs, I try our bedroom as a last resort to see the actual game playing; only it's muted. Eyeing the remote, relief washes over me and I quickly snatch it off the dresser trying to press the buttons as I aim it at the tv every which way, to no avail. 

Muffled laughter in the background has me turning over the remote to see that the batteries are missing. Tongue poking against my cheek, I try to weigh my options of giving into her shenanigans or just watching the game on my phone like I did earlier tonight; not that I think she’ll let me. 

We’re currently in the fourth quarter with 10 minutes left on the clock and everyone still has all their timeouts so I can realistically catch another 25 minutes of game time. Again, I doubt I'll get a chance to watch any of that, at home that is. 

And I peep exactly what’s happening too, she ain't slick. Knowing how important this game is, she chooses to pull these childish ass stunts to get a rise outta me cause apparently I get “erotically aggressive” when I’m frustrated, or in this case, competitive. 

Albeit, I think it’s mostly stemming from boredom. Something about taking matters into her own hands cause she's been feeling overlooked lately. But I’ve promised her more quality time between us as soon as I wrapped up the Swiss fiscal accounts. That project has taken more time away from us than I’d like, but it was crucial that I made the deadline. Shit, the bonus coming my way has already been spent if I’m being honest. I even made plans to take a few days off from work in preparation for a surprise getaway to show her how sorry I really am. Then she goes and pulls this fuckery. This right here is why she can’t have nice things. 

“Y/N, please don’t do this, at least not tonight,” I warned. 

Stepping into the room, batteries in hand, she twirls them through her fingers taunting me with each swipe, pondering exactly what I’d do for the batteries in question. 

“Imma count to 3.”

“ONE!” she so boldly started for me. 

Head cocked to the side, I have to forcibly tuck my lips between my teeth to hide the impressed grin that threatens to show. Meanwhile her eyes are narrowed into slits just daring me to make the first move; and I’ll be damned if I don't. 

“Three,” I barked. 

Stalking towards her, I scoop Y/N up and over my shoulder to which she purposely tosses the batteries throughout the room. I land a handful of smacks to her ass, clenched fists beating on my back in return. Slamming her onto the bed, I crawl between those pretty, brown thighs and wrap my hand around her neck. 

“You wanted my attention so badly mamas, now show me why you should keep it.”

A dry, gagging sounds from the back of her throat, but I don’t have time for nonsense tonight. Releasing her neck I send a quick love tap to Y/N’s cheek, instructing her to tell me what’s next. 

Pushing me to the side, Y/N quickly switches positions as she straddles me, grinding her clothed pussy into my dick while she catches her breath. 

Swallowing a groan, I send a sharp smack to her thighs and demanded a speed up in pace, lowkey hoping to have a quickie so I can get back to the game. 

Scrambling, she reaches for her shirt and throws it over her head, my favorite laced bra flying not too far behind. My dick twitches as the sight before me, pathetically rubbing against the friction of my pants while she plays with her nipples until they harden underneath the touch. Moans tumble from those luscious lips as she begins to circle her hips over mine once more, rubbing her core deliberately into the growing tent of my pants. 

Raising up ever so slightly, Y/N’s underwear follows suit and she so boldly crawls over to my face, easing on down until her lower lips align with mine. Hands cradled around her plump ass cheeks, I pulled her closer and got to work, munching on the pussy like it was my last meal. 

Tongue swirling through her slippery folds, I slide it further toward the glistening center, flattening it as I apply some much needed pressure. Hips thrashing away, I clamp down on her thighs until she has nowhere to run, intent on letting her feel every ridge of my tongue as it slithers toward the throbbing of her hooded clit. 

We build a nice rhythm, the buckling of her hips a clear indication. Head thrown back, her hand tightly grips the headboard as the other sinks into my hair, roughly pulling on my coils while she whimpers into the quiet night. Body quivering above mine, I begin sucking on her clit without relent and it doesn’t take long until Y/N stiffens, a mouth full of her sweet essence the end result of a wave well rode. 

Shallow panting turns into quiet breathing and usually after an orgasm, she tends to doze off, but I'll be damned if she gets a good night's rest after tonight's mischief. Shuffling on the bed, my clothes land next to hers in the corner of the room, my dick now at full attention.

Sliding my hands up to her waist, I hurl her onto the mattress below. Back to the sheets and legs spread eagle, I instruct her to finish what she started. Deciding to crawl on top of me, I stopped her mid-climb emphasizing, “aht aht aht, turn around and give me sumn good to watch.” 

Tongue seductively gliding over her bottom lip, Y/N sends a knowing smirk my way as she readies herself to ride me reverse cowgirl. Hands wrapped around my dick, she gives it a few strokes, pussy teasingly hovering over where I need it most. A thunderous smack to her thighs gets the message going, her shrill shrieking turning me on a little more than I expected. Hips finally lowering onto my shaft, I let out a breathy moan, fingers sinking into her soft skin, all but ready to slam her all the way down. 

“Mhnmmm, stop playing and put that pussy on this dick mamas,” I groaned. “C’mon and soak it real good for me.”

Knees connected to the sheets, one hand cradles my thigh for support while the other guides just the tip along her sopping lips. Now moist with her slick, Y/N raises up entirely and continues to jerk me, head diving down south to swallow my nuts whole.

“Aghhh shit, where the fuck you learn th-”

Pressure on my sac and hands swiftly stroking my length has me turning pussy real quick, encouraging her to keep going, my earlier outburst quickly forgotten. It may not be the sensation I was going for, but it for damn feels good as hell. Fingers digging into her flesh, they envelop those thick thighs, opting instead to knead them soothingly, sensually - her warm skin almost as sizzling as my desire, our low grunts bouncing against the still walls.

“You missed me real bad huh? Show me just how much.”

Tongue sliding against my balls, I feel every ridged texture coupled with the strokes she refuses to slow down on, it makes for a mind blowing sensation. Eyes rolling back, I almost miss the way her pussy slowly drips on my belly. 

Removing my hand, I slide a thumb inside, sending slow, languid thrusts. After a few minutes, I inch my thumb closer to her clit, rubbing that mother fucker in steady motions of figure eights. Mouth hung open and hand movements sluggish, we stayed like that for a moment; slowly milking each other to the brink of pleasure.

Releasing my member Y/N sits up, my thumb falling to my side. Hands now resting on my thighs as she makes eye contact over her shoulder while slowly sliding down my shaft.

“This feel good baby?” she faux’s innocence. This woman is gonna be the end of me. 

“Mhmm, squeeze me how you know I like it.” 

That kegal shit she does makes my eyes cross over. The way her warm walls hug my dick in all its spongy goodness, mhnnmm fuck I could stay like this forever. 

Grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, I help guide her on a rhythm that makes us both feel good, one where she actually makes use of her ankles instead of scooting on my dick like she’s trying to push in a chair. It's a position where I know she won't last long but also one where she experiences the best orgasms. Apparently from this position my dick rubs along her clit in all the right places and I ain’t mad at a two for one special. 

Sitting forward, weight pressed on her forearms, Y/N garners better control and starts to bounce on me in earnest. 

“Unhh, just like that keep going,” I grunt.  

“Tell me you love me,” she screams. 

“I love you.”

Raising my hips to meet hers, I grab a hold of her waist and drive into that pussy full force, the headboard viciously knocking into the wall behind us.

“Say it again Luke!”

“I love you,” I croak. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” she coos. 

Coming up off her forearms, Y/N slowly sits up and gets into a squatting position, hands nestled on her kneecaps as she readies herself to drain me dry. 

Intensely rocking her hips, the steady sound of skin slapping against skin fades into the background as my heartbeat loudly pounds in my ears, toes tightly curled while my hips continue to meet hers thrust for thrust. 

“mamas *thrust* I’m so *thrust* sorry,” I growl. 

“Aghhh say it again.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” is the tantrum that spills from my lips, shouting as I hit my peak. Fingers damn near embedded into her skin while I empty my load inside her fertile walls. 

Y/N comes shortly after, her juices splashing around us. Falling on top of me, her back to my chest, I wrap my arms around her as we lay there in our post orgasmic bliss, heavy breathing coming to a slow stop.

“Mamas, I am so sorry that you’ve felt the need to resort to this as a result of my neglect,” I apologized. 

“Luke, I just wanted you present is all, I feel like we were starting to drift and I got scared.” 

“No, no, no if ONLY you knew what I had in store for you; but I’ll do my best to at least check in when work seems never ending,” I assured her. 

Holding up her pinky, I lock mine with hers to which we share a kiss to our thumbs and then to each other. Promising a better act of communication between us, I wrap her in my arms and assault her face with slobbery kisses, encouraging her to never pull this shit again and to get a full night's rest as she’ll need her energy for the morning.  

The game is still playing mute in the background and from what I can see they just wrapped up, GSW blowing a perfectly good 15 point lead. 

“Well I’ll be damned. Damon really did win the bet, and double at that.”

A vibration from my phone has me already knowing who’s on the other line but I don’t have time for that man’s antics tonight. I can wait a few more hours before I have to sit up and listen to non stop gloating.

[heathermcnamara]

almost two months after the last update ... it does, indeed, exist!

agitate the gravel (chapter three: the pewter) - Cheryl’s reaction last night had reminded him of that cat. He’d half expected to wake up to find a dead bird on his pillow, much like he’d found on his doorstep one morning. A peace offering, a truce.

internalised homophobia central. abstraction. 50sdale. road trip. all in one strange soup for your enjoyment.

[magicxc]

Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true. 

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish. 

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 2414

Warnings: none for this chapter

Prologue

Series Masterlist

Emery (Em for short) - outgoing and friendly to most but doesn’t have main character energy in the sense that she isn’t wildly popular and chats to everyone in sight. Though she is super fun and goofy around her friends, Emery takes on a more chill and easy going vibe amongst others. A bit of an overthinker, she’s the mom of the group - displaying a good sense of level headedness and ensuring that things between them is as smooth sailing as it can be. But beware! There’s a shift after the incident and Emery becomes this shell of her former self: sad, paranoid, and borderline pessimistic. Velma for Halloween.

Lynnley (Lynn for short) - a lil slow but she means well. Sexually affirming, Lynn is the hawtie of the crew and fiercely loyal - usually the first to jump to her friend's defense. Even though she’s prissy, she won’t hesitate to clear a bitch. But beware! There’s a shift after the incident and when pushed to her limits, Lynn transitions into the ultimate mean girl, willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Daphne for Halloween.

Lorenzo (Lenny for short) - big ole gentle giant. He’s the jokester, corny, and flirtatious one of the group. Goes by Lenny cause Lorenzo sounds too proper. A little stubborn in regard to his silver spoon status, but willing to learn and do better for the sake of his friendships. Takes the feelings of other into consideration, but ultimately puts himself first in most situations. Always down to party! But beware! There’s a shift after the incident and Lenny finds himself forlorn and vengeful. Shaggy for Halloween.

Stephanie (Steph for short) - spicy! She’s the bitch of the group, sometimes mean under the guise of being blunt although she can definitely be that too. Her smart mouth didn’t exactly land her a ton of friends as she usually takes things too far, thus being the apology tour queen. Enjoys the fuck out of her own company so it’s typically the crew or herself. Yet, underneath it all she’s fair; calling out bullshit as she sees it. But beware! There’s a shift after the incident and while this tough cookie has always been so sure of herself, circumstances see Steph more hesitant and even sensitive. Scooby for Halloween.

Julianna (Julez for short) - big, round eyes are her most striking feature and the starting point for most of her friendships. Somewhat cheesy but smooth as hell in the dating department. A social chameleon, she drifts from friend group to friend group but definitely considers this one her fave. Party animal, so she STAYS with the goodies, therefore Julez is usually the first one faded at the get togethers. A genuinely sweet person, she’s quite frankly the nicest one of the group. But beware! There’s a shift after the incident and her lack of cautiousness leaves her the most exposed. Scrappy Doo for Halloween.

The cool breeze blows gently against warm skin, swaying seamlessly between the sea of people. It's about 75 degrees outside and though the sun peeks through the fluffy clouds, its warmth is inescapable, covering every inch of ground. The winds add a comfortable sensation, making the temperature feel a few degrees cooler than it actually is. 

There’s a freshness that lingers in the clean air; deep breaths satisfying the nostrils of those in the vicinity. Snacks are pulled out and the crinkling of their packaging adds all sorts of interesting aromas to the mix. There’s a foul odor to the sour cream flavored chips and a sugary scent to the caffeinated drinks. But it's the Jolly Ranchers and Hubba Bubba that add a deep sense of nostalgia.

Bench tables are filled to the brim, laughter echoing from each group of friends as they wait on their ride home. The afterschool chatter varies from crushes to beefs, to class work, and everything in between. Cliques gather around to whichever space is available - crouching under trees, standing near the cafeteria, or simply chilling on the stoop.

Some people choose to listen to their favorite artist, the sound of music flowing deep into their ears. Others prefer the ambiance of the school yard, the different personalities meshing together to form core memories for the future to come. Few students pull their books out to get started on today's homework, opting to spend the rest of their evening leisurely. Even fewer spend their time in solitude, comfortable with their own being. And then there’s them: The Three Musketeers.

“I’m thinking the bowling alley for my birthday this year, ohh and they just got a new skating rink too,” Emery gushed.

“Yes, but you can do neither,” Lynnley butt in.

“That, plus I was thinking dinner at The Atticus would be nice,” Lorenzo chimed. “And I know one of the waiters there who’s willing to serve us alcohol. 

“I think the hell not, besides it’s my birthday and you’ll BOTH be there. You can choose whatever you want to do when it’s your year around the sun.”

“Whatever,” Lorenzo groaned.

A comfortable silence fills the air, each person attending to their own current interest; but it’s the presence of each other that brings an added sense of solace. Emery, pen and paper in hand, is making a list of all the things that she needs for her upcoming party, including but not limited to guests, outfits, cake decoration, and skating lessons. Lynnley is currently filing her nails, ensuring that each finger has the perfect curve of a twenty degree angle; lips tutting in unappreciation of her dry cuticles. How she’s managed to let it get this bad, she doesn’t know. Lorenzo scrolls mindlessly through YouTube, enjoying whichever silly video popped up in his suggestions. Every so often, he’ll pan the screen over in amusement for the girls to get a good laugh in too, his commentary sometimes funnier than the content he shows. 

Eventually some distant yelling breaks their concentration, heads whipping in the direction of the ruckus to see the commotion. But it quickly turns into annoyance when they realised that the voice belonged to none other than Billy Badass.

“My goodness, I wish he’d get expelled already,” Emery sighed.

“Same here, if only he were into men then I could do something about it. One word from me to my parents and his ass would be done for.”

“It’s such a shame something has to be done to you directly for your parents to use their status for good, Lorenzo.”

“They aren’t vigilantes Lynn - they can’t just go around punishing everyone we hate. And I told you about calling me Lorenzo.”

“Oh yes, my good sir, shame on us for forgetting,” Emery teased, mustering up a poor posh accent.

Billy Badass is a nickname garnered by the crew for a student about two grades their senior. Though his antics skirt on the edge of sexual harassment, no one has ever really called him out on his shit; opting instead to ignore him into boredom. Billy thrives on the banter and reactions that he gets, eagerly bickering with person after person all in the name of free entertainment. However, there’s been talk that his resentment is another prime reason for the endless heckling.

It typically goes like this: Billy spits game at his latest crush, flirting and the sorts in hopes of making things official. If all goes well they get the ‘honor’ of calling each other girlfriend and boyfriend but let's be real, how long do relationships in middle school last anyway?! So this process repeats itself on end, more times than not ending in rejection, which most young girls have come to find out he can’t take. Then comes the name calling and the teasing and the spitefulness. It had gotten so bad that one of his ex-girlfriend went as far as to fight him, Billy's booming voice all but a whisper as he retreated under the guise of not wanting to get physical. And while most people can respect that he won’t hit a young woman, it pales in comparison to the constant verbal attacks he showers them with on a daily basis. 

It’s like a fisherman attaching a worm at the end of his fishing rod, ready to cast it into the water in hopes that a sea creature will bite. And when they do, the sharp end latches on the inside of their jaw, their efforts to break free painful and most times pointless as their fate has been sealed. In some cases people fish for sport, throwing them back into the water once the fun has been had and the pictures have been taken. And in other cases, they get prepared to land on a plate. For most ladies, they’ve come to be a fish thrown back into the water, a thing that Billy has no lingering interest in once his fun has been had. But it still doesn’t make the tugging of the hook, sunken inside their jaw, any less painful. 

And unfortunately the crew knew all too well what that felt like. It happened to both Emery and Lynnley earlier in the school year, the two bonding with Lorenzo after he stepped in to tell Billy to fuck off. Faced with another conflict, his tail was swiftly tucked between his legs; the group coming to understand that it’s not that he won’t fight, it’s more like he can't fight - and thus, the name Billy Badass was born. 

“Ughh, that poor girl, can’t we just kick his ass? I'm sure we can make it look like an accident.”

“A three on one is far from accidental Lynn,” Emery laughs. 

“Yeah,” Lorenzo agreed. “Besides as much as the prick deserves it, it wouldn’t sit right with me to assault him like that.”

“Oh my gosh Lenny, when did you become Mother Teresa?”

“Right after third period. Now come on let's see if that chick needs some help.”

Shuffling from their seats, the three amigos approached the scene, Billy scurrying away as soon as he saw them out of the corner of his eyes. Left behind was his latest target, cheeks beet red and fuming. Both fists tightly clenched together, she takes a few steps in his direction, stopped in her tracks by Lorenzo’s harsh grip on her forearm.

“Easy. Trust me we all want to hit him, but you throw the first punch and it’s lights out for you; in the form of expulsion of course.”

“I don’t care about that,” she huffs.

“Well you should. There’s no need to let Billy get under your skin.” “And you are?”

“Em-”

“She’s Emery, he’s Lenny, and I’m Lynnley,” she interrupted. “And you would be?”

“Out of here, I have a practice to get to,” the mystery girl spat over her shoulder.

“That’s how you treat the people that tried to help you?”

“I didn’t need it, Lenny, is it? I can hold my own, but thanks anyway.”

“Ok miss girl, well I hope you can hold that homework too. You conveniently left for your bathroom break right before it was assigned,” Emery sneered.

Stopping in her tracks, the young lady peers over her shoulder, pride on full display as she contemplates asking for the homework. How badly will this one score affect my overall grade? she thinks. How strong willed do I need to be really? she ponders even further. Would it hurt that bad to let her guard down? New to town and new to school, Stephanie isn’t exactly a hit with the people here. Most of them have formed friendships that spent years in the making and she blows off the few people whose attempt at a conversation with her didn’t immediately result in a favor. Could it really be that bad to try being social for once?

“Lorenzo, Emery, and Lynnley, right?” she asks, hand scratching behind her ear.

“YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN YOU FAT FUCK,” yelled Julianna, who conveniently just showed up.

“Julez baby, thank you, but I believe they’re called plus sized these days.”

“Em, I’m not tryna be considerate with the enemy.”

“And that’s Julez,” Lynn interjected.

“Julez, got it. Well I’m Stephanie.”

“Stephanie is the town's newest hard ass,” Lorenzo teased.

“Welcome!”

“Speaking of Julez, you’re welcomed to come to my upcoming birthday party at the bowling alley.”

“Ohhh the one with the new skating rink?” Julianna gushed.

“I still think you should consider dinner.”

“Or at the very least bowling lessons.”

“You shits, it’s her birthday!”

“THANK YOU, Julez, and just for that, you’re getting the first piece of cake,” Emery promised.

“Sure, whatever. Steph, are you game?” Lorenzo asked.

“She better be, how badly do you want that homework?”

“Just say the word and I can get you the homework WITH the answers to match,” Lynnley winked.

“Besides, you’re gonna love it,” Julianna encouraged. 

Chuckling, she agreed to go to the bowling alley for Emerys birthday AND to the homework answers Lynnely promised. Surprisingly enough, she passed the homework with flying colors, briefly wondering how Lynnley had managed to get her hands on the material, not that she cared enough to ask. Stephanie never did make it to practice that day and neither did she have any trouble with ole Billy Badass moving forward. 

That afternoon, the group fell into a natural conversation, catching Stephanie up on the latest tea; practice long forgotten. This day would be the first of many for the newest addition to this friendship quartet. Settling into the steps, they each leave one by one, their rides in tow. And though today will serve as a core memory, many more like this eventually become the norm - the five-person clique banding together, day after day, for what they will soon realise will be their last.

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Pull It Up

Pairings: Damson Idris x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Fingering, Exhibitionism (Squint To See It)

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Have you ever wanted to join the mile high club? I mean why not right. Just something to tick off the bucket list. Bragging rights or simply fits of laughter to follow as you retell an old story. But it’s all fun and games until you squeeze your way into that small ass bathroom stall. It’s barely enough leg room to stretch in there, let alone have two people actively fuck. And I, for one, am a screamer so it's really only so much noise I can hold off.

Can you imagine? The walk of shame down the aisle and back into the seat as if everyone is unaware of what just happened. That once the stall door opens, the fumes of sex won’t have seeped into the air. The crooked clothes, the lazy smiles, and God forbid any fluids are visible. And don't even think about one person leaving first and the other waiting a few minutes to leave after, because what if someone is itching to use the john and comes face to face with the culprit? I'm getting second hand embarrassment just thinking about it all. Call me up tight, but there are way too many ways that sex on a plane can go wrong. And unless my man has his own aircraft, I refuse to buss it open in the seats of economy.

And that’s what I’ve been trying to drill into Damson’s thick ass skull since the moment we’ve sat down. Albeit, we’re in first class and with about five other people on board that does take care of the extra lingering eyes, but that still leaves too much to chance and the way my OCD is set up, I’d quite literally die of shame.

“Who says we have to leave our seats?” Damson whispers.

“Huh?” Eyebrows crinkled in confusion, I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but very little surprises me with this man.

Leaning over the armrest, his fingers lightly stroke my arm, slithering them further up until they meet my jaw, where his lips eagerly replace them. Peppering kisses along my skin, he leaves behind wet patches in his trails, muttering in between each one how we can do the deed in our seats.

“Damson, no.” I giggled. “How do you expect us to have sex right here?”

“Look around you, all these old motherfuckers are knocked out,” he slyly remarks.

“And what about the flight attendants?”

“They only get up during the flight for two reasons, landing and snack time,” he answered. “And snack time doesn’t start for another 45 minutes.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but dammit my man has a way of being very persuasive, though I think it’s just cause I find him insanely sexy. Body burning with lust, I peek up at him through my lashes and notice that silly grin of his widen, but I have to quickly whisper shout to him that my answer isn’t a flat out yes. And that there’s still a chance of someone catching us in the act.

But ever the adventurer, Damson insists that we’ll never see these people again and he couldn't care less if we were to get caught. His nonchalant attitude has gotten us into more trouble than I’d care to admit, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the reason for some of my wildest stories. Like the time when -

“Damson,” I squeak.

“Shhh calm down,” he coos. “Just relax your thighs and see how this plays out okay.”

Of course I wanted to look cute today. Pairing my blue plaid skirt with a white turtleneck and the plaid jacket to match, I look fresh out of the Clueless movie, and I feel every bit of such as Damson continues to slip his fingers between my thighs. I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive behind him insisting that I wear a skirt today.

Damsons digits meet a bit of resistance in the form of panties, but he doesn’t let that deter him and instead pushes them to the side, effortlessly entering my pussy with the help of my natural lubrication. He wastes no time in scissoring through me, thumb already firmly pressed against my clit, adding the most delightful pressure. His other arm curls around my waist to help hold me steady as my hips start to twist and turn, too turned on to sit still. A moan slips from my mouth as I squeeze my thighs shut, trapping his fingers in between them; a silent plea to slow down before I combust.

“Sweetness,” he croons through kisses. “Just *kiss* breathe *kiss* through *kiss* your *kiss* nose.”

Mumbling into my ear that I should just bite him if I have to, Damsons fingers continue their assault on my pussy, sharply thrusting them as I snap my mouth shut, opting instead to harshly breathe through my nose.

This man is so sexy, like the way he gets me going is unnatural and I fold every. single. time; the squelching noises a clear indication of that. Unwrapping his hand from around my waist, he reaches up to brush it across my lips, which in turn has me searching for his. There's a tense stare down between us, his pupils largely dilated, as he tugs on my bottom lip and stretches it forward. After he lets it go, it snaps back into place and his lips immediately find mine in a soft kiss. One, two, three pecks later and the hand that once lingered over my mouth now grabs a hold of my jaw, opening it wider as he pushes his tongue inside.

Face cradled in his palm, his nose brushes against mine and I can’t help feeling slightly more relaxed as I delve into the warm kiss, thighs slackening in the process. Drawing my arm up, I grab him by the neck and bring him closer, fingers sinking into his kinky scalp as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues glide over the other, slick with moisture, while Damsons fingers have now taken on a slower pace. Removing them, there’s a sticky trail that follows as he reattaches them to my clit, twirling it between his fingers, in a gentle pinching like sensation.

We finally pull apart, chests heaving, while his minty breath fans over my face and he shoots me a sinful gaze that has me on the verge of exploding. The smirk that follows has evolved into a bit of a chuckle and I find myself whining for several reasons as the twisting of my bud is now being pressed into a steady motion of figure eights. Placing his lips on my neck, Damson whispers assurances and sweet nothings alike, which manages to turn me on even more.

My hips roll into his fingers, desperate to cum and then I feel it, one of his digits reentering me as he starts a come hither thrusting motion. Face still planted on my neck, it only now dawns on me that Damson would make the shittiest look out, and the macaroni noises that's picked up in sound has me lining the border of panic and thrilled.

My hips continue to meet his fingers as he swiftly plunges them into me and my hands fly to my mouth to cover any noises that may slip out. Reaching up to remove them, he makes me promise not to keep those pretty sounds to myself. And that does it. Those honeyed words that he’s constantly whispering to me, the excitement that we may possibly get caught, and the intense clitoral stimulation pushes me all the way over the edge.

Hands now tightly clutching both armrests, I have to lean over and clamp my mouth on his shoulder so as to not wake the rest of the passengers. Speeding up his actions, we manage to hit a bit of turbulence which normally leaves me queasy, but now has my eyes rolling back at the heavenly sensations.

Damsons fingers come to a final stop as he slides them out of me and into his mouth instead, lustfully peering through half closed lids as he does so; and it takes everything in me not to fuck him right then and there.

“Woah, someone got carried away,” he teases looking back at his shirt indented with teeth marks. “What’s the saying? Don’t bite the hand that fingers you?”

A small fit of giggles leave me as I recline back into the chair, my post nut state leaving me feather light and spent. The retort I had dies on my tongue as I lock eyes with one of the passengers opposite us, who quickly stops staring in attempt to feign sleep.

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Double Trouble

Pairings: Lakeith Stanfield x Black!Fem!Reader x Klay Thompson

Word Count: 1494

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Back Shots, Anal Fingering, Spit 4 Lube, Daddy Kink Kinda, Dub-Con (if ya squint), Degradation? Lissen, it’s nasty okay!!

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The day is Friday and as the sun sets in the sky, it leaves behind a hue of oranges, pinks, and peaches alike; all mingled together on a celestial canvas. This visual is every painter's dream and the fact that I get to see it in real time adds something special to the occasion.

Breeze lightly blowing across my warm skin, this weather is nothing short of perfect. The whistles are music to my ears and as my hair flaps in the wind, I feel like something straight off a magazine. Though I doubt I’d currently look the part. If anything I’d most closely resemble your favourite playmate.

Folded in what I like to call the Center of Attention I couldn’t feel any more full than I do now. Positioned on Klay’s second-story balcony, the usually wide and spacious area is currently being occupied by an adventurous throuple, gurgling noises a faraway sound to add to the visually, and now acoustic evening.

Face smashed against Klays pelvis, breathing is currently a distant memory of the past, my only goal right now is to bring him over the edge. Air? Who is she? We don’t know her around these parts. And if the pressure on my neck doesn’t let up soon, I may become a distant memory myself.

Hands cradled around his balls, I’m massaging them as meticulously as I know he likes it while my other hand rests on his thigh for much needed support. His dick is touching my esophagus and I’m trying everything in my power to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, only the hand wrapped around my neck is relentless as the grip tightens in its attempt to gag me on Klays dick.

Coupled with him actively thrusting his hips toward my face, I’m on the verge of passing out and if I die, I die. Though it isn't until the hand around my neck yanks me upright that I’m able to inhale in a necessary breath of air. Drool sliding down my chin and eyes glistening with unshed tears, my chest heavily pants as Lakeith pulls me up toward him to slap his lips on my own. Body snug against me, I can feel his steady heartbeat thumping against my back, as his tongue flicks over mine, teeth awkwardly clacking together in the heat of the moment.

“You’re doing so good for us baby,” is the voice that grumbles from beneath me.

Unwrapping his body from mine, Lakeith pulls my face away from his and roughly shoves me forward into my previous position. Latching his hand onto my neck, he’s quick to push me downward until Klays dick disappears in my mouth, instructing me to finish what you started, if you know what’s good for you.

Bobbing my head in earnest, I hollow out my cheeks and slurp him up like my life depends on it, cause it very well may. Hands securely wrapped around his thighs, the thin hairs that line them tickle my palms and I sink my fingers further into his skin in an effort to stay focused.

A hiss sounds from behind me and a sudden slap to my ass lurches me forward with a pained whimper sounding from the back of my throat. Spit seeping out from the corners of my mouth and eyes pooling with tears, I barely take notice of the way Lakeith is spreading my butt cheeks apart. It isn’t until I feel the drool slither down my ass crack do I feel him insert a finger inside my puckered hole. My body stiffens from the lack of preparation; wiggling away from his ministrations as my jaws loosen and efforts lessen from the surprise intrusion.

“Did someone tell you I was finished?” Klay scolded. “You only stop after my balls are drained and my dick goes soft.”

“You can act like you don’t want this Y/N, but the way your pussy drips for me tells a very different story,” Lakeith grumbled, adding another finger to the equation as he spits again.

Slowly building up my previous rhythm on Klays dick, I take my hand and jerk him steadily, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring him closer to the edge. The fingers inside of me drag across my walls much more slickly and the once burning sensation slowly dissolves into a pleasurable one.

My hips soon meet Lakeiths fingers, bouncing off his arm, as he thrusts them swiftly inside of me while I add my second hand to the hardened member sliding against my jaws. Clenched tightly in my fists, I start a twisting-jerking combo while my mouth clamps onto his head with a vicious suction. The wail that he lets out fills me with confidence, brows drawn together in determination, as the realisation hits me that I now have him in my clutches.

I feel my ass being spread once more but these hands are coming from beneath me, as opposed to behind, and before I have time to question it, I feel Lakeith shove his length into me to the brim. Leaving little time to adjust, he slowly thrusts his dick inside my slick cunt in the most delicious pattern, while the finger in my ass follows suit; pulling out as he drives in.

The whine that tumbles from my mouth gets muffled by the engorged head of Klays penis and I settle for quietly whimpering, breathing harshly through my nose as spittles of snot fly out; knowing better than to let up until he climaxes. The tears in my eyes brim over trailing down my face as my nipples rub against Klays thighs, adding to the trifecta of sensations that slowly become too much.

Removing my hands, I swallow him whole and grab onto his legs, watching closely as they begin to twitch. That, combined with the sloppy way that his hips meet my face lets me know that he’s finally fucking close. Ramming him through the trenches of my throat, my nose comes face to face with his ball sack, groaning in hopes that the vibrations will tip him over.

“Ohh come on baby, show daddy how well you can take him,” Klay taunts. “Dry those eyes and finish me off like a good girl.”

And oh bad I wanna be his good girl. How badly I wanna please him and hear all the filth that falls from the same lips he praises me with. And even when he turns my pain into his pleasure I’ll still be here, compliant as ever, cause that’s what good girls do.

“Don’t cry honey. It hurts doesn’t it,” Lakeith mocks. “But you take me so fucking good, look at how I’m stretching this pussy out Y/N.”

At that my brain turns hazy, cock drunk and dumb from all the emotions swirling through me. I almost forget to keep the suction going on Klay, my mouth slackened as he ruts into it gradually; using it as he so pleases.

“It’s too big for you isn’t it slut,” Lakeith grunted, voice thick with sarcasm as he sank his hand into my back to arch it. “You ain’t gotta do nothing except take my dick baby girl. Don’t think too hard, just take whatever I give you,” he says driving into me.

Shooting his release, like it was game 6, Klay roars through his orgasm, riding it out until his hips come to a stop, reminding me to swallow every fucking drop. Like I need to be told twice. Gulping down his children, I’m finally able to come up for a proper breath of fresh air as the wind whips across my drool ridden and cum covered face - spent as I collapsed into Klays lap, freeing my trapped moans into the evening sky.

“You did so good for daddy baby,” Klay praised. “Sluts like you deserve to be rewarded,” he added, attaching his mouth to my clit.

Tongue sliding between his lips, the cool moisture that surrounds it adds a pleasant contrast as it makes contact with my fiery bundle of nerves. Holding onto my ass cheeks for better support, he raises up and clamps his mouth down, adding a little teeth to the friction as he knows it’ll turn me to mush. Pulling back, he spits a thick glob of saliva on my pussy and reattaches his mouth to do further damage.

With Lakeith mercilessly pounding into me, even in my worn out state, he manages to pull a high-pitched shriek from me as he rides me through my orgasm. Hands balled into fists and eyes screwed shut, my brain shuts off entirely. Meanwhile the sob that I let out sends a flock of birds flying from a nearby tree; shoulders slumped forward too tired to move, even if I wanted to.

Klay finally lets up and Lakeith follows shortly behind, painting my walls with rope after rope of his thick seed; groaning heavily into warm air.

Phewwww what a scene amirite?! I FUCKING ADORE THIS PIECE from each line down to the punctuation. But to this day I still feel a little self conscious on if the position I described translated well on “paper” as it did my mind. Don’t get me wrong, y’all definitely know what’s going on and every cum covered detail in between but the sexual position itself? I dunno man. I mulled over this for the longest and couldn’t figure out a way to describe it without running on like Im doing now. Lmao so do enjoy the inspiration behind this pic and lemme know if this is what you envisioned. And if it wasn’t give it another read and lemme know if it’s any clearer!!

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Mís Cariños, estoy de regresó!! It feels great to write again and might I say that I had some muy delicious inspiration. Can ya tell I’ve been working on my Spanish 😉

During Black History Month, the idea came to me to drop a few fics featuring some of my favourite Black men. To show some love to my past, buried addictions. To shed light on some of the men, who are behind my simpiest of moments. To - Well, you get the point.

Lol in all seriousness, a friend of mine wanted some face claims inspo and during my digging, old feelings resurfaced and I thought, why not write a few. Well, a few turned into twelve beloveds 🥴

And I wanted to post them about every other day or so during the month of February. Alas, life got in the way. And even tho the month is coming to a close, I’m gonna post em anyway, cause why the fuck the not.

NB: these are just naughty thots. I'm talking zero particles worth of a plot. I’m talking straight fucking. No angst, no fluff, just porn lmaoo. And idk what this category of writing is called tbh. Drabbles? HC’s? Imagines? Beats me, so I’ll just call this my Black Boy Joy Edition! And without further ado:

En-fucking-joy!!

Also a lil extra NB here lmao. I don’t normally do RPF, but I did not have the energy to flesh out full characters for these mens. Hell, I barely know some of the characters they play. And not to mention, not all men listed are actors, so yeah, it's gettin a lil real here. And once again: enjoy!!

John Boyega ft Jesse Williams

The Weekend

Anthony Mackie

Lil Bibby

Klay Thompson ft Lakeith Stanfield

Damson Idris

Luke James

Daniel Kaluuya

Keith Powers ft Quincy

Trevante Rhodes ft Aldis Hodge

Idris Elba

Kofi Siriboe

Stay tuned 🧡