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little drabble for my man on the podiummm!!! i’m so proud of himmm so here’s a lil gift 😛
your cheeks hurt from smiling. and the cold but that was the least of your worries.
204 podiums. he wrote history today, as he always seems to do the second that engine switches on.
the podium celebrations were perfection. you and your mother in law were ushered to the very front, watching as his car parked in front of you and his team from his side of the garage. he got weighed, tied his braids in a bun, took a sip of water and his eyes immediately connected with yours, causing the butterflies in your stomach to start fluttering all over the place. you knew that look in his eyes, giving you goosebumps.
he came over, excitedly hugging his mom and team before stopping in front of you, his large hand holding the side of your neck as he kissed your glossy lips for a moment before kissing your cheek and leaving lipgloss on it. lewis then hugged you which gave you the opportunity to kiss his cheek, leaving a much brighter lip stain in the middle of his cheek. he smiled at you cheekily and moved on, being rushed to the interviews.
during dinner with your mother in law and a few friends that were in canada, you scrolled on the socials for a bit after having half of your meal and with lewis’s hand heavy on your thigh. you chuckled at each fan’s tweet, their reactions to the very visible lipgloss mark and him basically flaunting it on camera for the world to see.
“if it wasn’t for the shower i took at the hotel, it’d absolutely still be on my cheek, love.” he smiled at you after showing him the tweets, the crinkles around his eye much deeper for you.
of course you blushed at his words, it was very easy for you to be wooed by your husband. “you’re corny as hell for that one.” you scoffed, failing to hide your smile as your cheeks burned. he squeezed your thigh in response to your words, and you just knew you were in for it when you got to the hotel.
—
“why you running, baby? ain’t this what you wanted?” he spoke lowly, gripping your leg that was currently over his shoulder and you were seeing stars as you clung to the bed sheets.
you see, you decided to plan something nice for lewis for whether he did good in the race or not. the lingerie set was absolutely stunning on your skin, the black and light pink accents really made your skin stand out. your tits sat perfectly and your ass poked out that it swallowed your underwear completely. you looked fine as fuck and you knew lewis was gonna get a podium in canada.
he made sure of it tonight.
“you feel so good, baby. saved this…” he teasingly picked up the bra that he basically tore off you, discarded next to your head where your braids made a halo. “all this for me. that’s it, y/n. give it to me.” he grunted, his thrusts remaining steady despite him knowing that his orgasm could rip through any moment.
“all for you, baby. ohh…fuck…” you panted, your fingers barely playing with your nipples as you were overcome with pleasure. you wanted to give him everything you got and he definitely understood you. “shit, baby. you love the way i make you feel? hm? tell me, sweetie.” he muttered but you heard him loud and clear despite the noise of skin slapping together.
“i love it so much, lew. i love you so much. please, please…i need to-”
“i know what you need. c’mere, baby. let go for f’me.” he murmured against your calf, kissing at it while digging his hands into your hips this time. “give it to me. that’s it, mama….c’mon.” lewis praised, letting you down slowly and immediately feeling you tremble in his arms while his thrust became slightly sloppy.
you pulled him down gently by his diamond chain and your finger was hooked onto it. sloppily kissing your husband and sucking on his tongue while orgasming was one of your favourite things to do and lewis knows that. as he released his thick load into you, he slowed his movements down but he never slid out. “fuck, i love you.” he said, lips brushing against your neck as he tried to catch his breath.
“i love you too. my living legend.” you smiled, cradling his cheek as he lifted his head to look you in the eye. that nickname you just gave him made him shiver and his dick slowly hardened inside you again.
without warning, he flipped you over and adjusted your body so that you could be comfortable while straddling his hips and him filling you up, your combined juices a visible sign of love where you connected.
he grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to grind on him to let out a moan and he knew how sensitive you were.
with a stupid grin on his face, he spoke with one arm behind his head. “show me what you got, baby.”
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this happened on a whim lmfaoooo!! one of his sexiest drives ever so this just had to be written down 😁😁 hope you guys enjoyed 😛
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Theodore ‘Teddy’ Spencer x Black OC! Gabrielle ‘Rielle’ Scott-Clarke.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mature 18+
: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: An event that occurred 3 years ago changed the trajectory of Teddy’s Spencer’s life in a way he thought was irreparable. Shunned and isolated in a land far away from home, he was beginning to build up the pieces of his broken soul.
Then, a familial tragedy brought him back into the world that had turned its back on him. Teddy’s presence was needed in a way that he was not ready for.
In comes, ‘The Fixer’ Gabrielle Scott-Clarke. The top Public Relations Consultant in the industry, the mater puppeteer of the elites. Gabrielle was hired by the Spencer family to prepare their reluctant heir for his throne. Teddy’s hesitance to pick up the crown sends the unlikely pairing on a journey where their personalities clash in the best of ways.
Working side by side forces the two to break down the walls of their exterior and see each other in ways the rest of the world had forgotten, leaving their hearts at risk.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: Slow burn, minor enemies to lovers, age-gap dynamics (older woman/younger man), single parent (motherhood), angst, colourism, classism, eventual explicit sexual content, morally complex characters
: ̗̀➛ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This is a piece of work in which the character of Teddy Spencer is explored in a way venturing from the original ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ IP. Hence this is a major re-imagination of Teddy’s story. I hope you enjoy it either way ♡
if i could get all my black americans attention really quick? now i was originally gonna mind my business but i called this shit before it even happened and i’m seeing a new uproar in xenophobia within the afro-diaspora. monaleo unknowingly opened up a can of worms with her new song ”sexy soulaan” and though her intentions were pure and i’m sure she doesn’t know this shit is way deeper than just a word, it unfortunately has made room for a certain group of black americans to fester and feed their delusions about multiple inherently anti-black ideologies etc…
i wanna start off by saying that my anger comes from the love i have for my community. i am a proud black american geechee woman, and i’m a pan-africanist. i am for ALL black people, always have been, always will be, and i am very understanding and sympathetic to fellow african americans who felt like they never had any culture or didn’t come from anywhere. nobody told yall that the things you do day to day is culture, your holidays are culture, your food is culture, your dance is culture, no matter how popular outside of your culture and all over the world it may seem. it is still yours.
i fear we have all had that phase, but some of yall lived way too long in it and i must blame the parents and the grandparents and the lack of our history being taught outside of school because from the looks of it, so many of yall are STILL lost even with this new found identity yall have taken on to separate yourself, and it’s going all wrong.
now that we have gotten that out of the way,
SOULAAN IS NOT A REAL TERM AND USING IT PUSHES FOR TRIBALISM, EXOTICISM, SEPARATION, ERASURE OF BLACK HISTORY AND A RIFF WITHIN THE BLACK AMERICAN DIASPORA AND ANOTHER IN THE AFRICAN-DIASPORA. (as if we can afford that)
it’s not even the fact that the term is fake and made up three/four years ago, or that it was made up by a xenophobic, homophobic weirdo that pisses me off, it’s the fact that people are lying about the history of it. our ancestors were not calling themselves soulaan or soulaani, that word was made up in the comments of a TIKTOK, something i watched happened with my own eyes, but it’s not a shocker to me yall are so quick to want to divide yourself from a name you resent so badly because yall don’t wanna be “african” (….*major eye roll*) or associated with a group of people that you feel you have been othered by, are different from or you have some sort of ass backwards beef with (and i don’t even have enough time to cover all of that on BOTH sides cause all of it is stupid as fuck) as if you don’t already have the big ass nose, hair texture, and brown skin..like okay.
(and no im not mentioning the native american part of this because that’s too long of a history lesson and too much of a back and forth with pretendians and AA who actually do have native american ancestry)
my other problem is yall are not seeing the divide this is causing already and it’s happening FAST. this soulaan term is becoming the new “FBA”…every time you turn around they are correcting someone for saying african american “ITS SOULAAN!! WE ARE NOT AFRICAN!!!! IVE NEVER BEEN TO AFRICA!!!!” and it’s starting to give FBAs saying “YOU ARE NOT AMERICAN!! YOU ARE AN AFRICAN!! PRETENDER!! YOU ARE A TETHER!!!” to actual black americans when they look “too african”….???
it’s one thing to not wanna be called african american and prefer black american (which is playing the same tune mind you but..) like okay whatever but it’s another thing to completely sever your ties with where you come from, indirectly yet also directly insulting your own ancestors because of superficial ass problems that could be eradicated if yall knew how to think critically and opened a book.
another thing i find problems with is this made up ass lie yall pulled out of yall asses as to why you prefer to be called soulaan…lying through your teeth about not knowing what and who the fuck the term “african american” pertains to as if yall have not been using the term for your entire fucking life in america. YOU KNOW that is a term for black people who are the product of the trans atlantic slave trade who ended up in america…that is something we all know…not once have african IMMIGRANTS ever been recognized (historically) as african americans and even if they were YALL KNOW THAT IS NOT THE CORRECT TERM. yall be the only mfs pretending to be confused cause you, again, don’t wanna be referred to as “african”.
we know that second gen immigrants who live over here are nigerian-american, cameroonian-american, ghanaian-american so on and so forth—THESE ARE KNOWN TERMS FOR THEM. and if anyone from anywhere in the diaspora ever got confused, that’s simply a sign of them not knowing history, period.
then on the other side you have people only using this new term because they hate being black american, full stop. they hate feeling like they come from nothing as if the culture isn’t all around them with history to back it up, so they make up something. (which is literally why “soulaan” was made up in the first place) yall feel like being black americans isn’t enough, yall wanna seem “foreign” and “exotic” like yall deem everybody else which btw feeds into colorism and race insecurity already, along with the tribalism and exoticism i mentioned before because not everybody is on this same wave (thank god).
but the truth is? being black american is enough. being african american is enough. YOUR BLACKNESS IS ENOUGH, YOUR ANCESTORS MADE SURE OF IT BY BUILDING THIS FUCKING COUNTRY. you wanna call yourself something different? retrace your family history and learn about the other ethnic groups that fall under black american, there are MORE than 5 that makes up all of us. you don’t know your family history? start practicing african american culture in general, like i said, you do not have to have a some different label that nobody has ever heard of to be different, exotic, or foreign.
you go to a different country, guess what? you are now foreign. you are exotic. it’s not that hard to be either of those things.
craziest part about this is that yall be knowing yall family, yall grandmas, aunts, cousins and don’t ask them shit about where you and eb else comes from, yall don’t write down names or nothing. not all, but A LOT of yall. you won’t go to the source to find out who you are but you will give yourself a made up name without even thinking deeply about how this will affect you.
the last thing i will say about this is how i can see this getting even worse. we already have diaspora wars in the african-diaspora, now we are having wars within our own sub communities (hint, hint, TRIBALISM) because of a made up ass term. its redundant. it’s so bad we are getting into extreme anti-black territories, xenophobia (against other african americans mind you, as if we don’t already have toxic regionalism) and then we get down to the “are you really even black????” conversation and yall barely even understand critical race theory these days to be having even that talk with people…and to think yall still having the conversation on if yall wanna be called “african american” or “black american, which is also a stupid ass conversation…
i said something when the word “soulaan” first came into play during covid, and i won’t stop mentioning how fucked we are if we continue using it. invest in finding your REAL black-american sub-ethnicity, not a fake one.
I hear you, but I don’t agree with half of what you’re saying, and you have to actually research these types of things.
Every ethnonym starts somewhere: Black American, African American, Afro-Caribbean, Jamaican, Afro-Latino. If Soulaan is new, that doesn’t make it illegitimate.
Names don’t cause tribalism. Black Americans have always had subgroups: Geechee/Gullah, Creole, Maroon, Freedmen, and Black Seminole. I haven’t seen any of those subcultures of black people in America destroy our unity.
Every identity term was “made up” at some point: African American was made up, negro was made up, black was made up, latino was made up. Telling them they need to find their "real" subethnicity is exactly what they’re doing, naming themselves based on lineage. You don’t have to like the term, but dismissing everyone who uses it as “lost” or “self-hating” is just dumb.
i wasn’t gonna say anything because this post is old but whatever.
1. i do my research, this is quite literally what i do in my free time and for school, nothing i have said was me pulling shit out of my ass. this is from observation, experience, and research.
2. yes, all terms are “made up” but none of these ethic groups were built on the premise to separate from being african american, whereas “soulaan” and “fba” main original goal was to do exactly that for many reasons. no, names do not create tribalism, but how you act WITHIN the identity does and the exhibits are all around us when you look at the behavior of the majority of people who identify as anything but african american and other original ethnicities that fall under that.
as a creole woman myself, i see what is happening within my community and its not hard to tell that the separation these new names are causing is from a want to be deemed “exotic” because just being african american is not enough for some people. so they begin to exotify these groups of people who have always been proud of being african american and lie about the history and gatekeep things that simply cannot be gatekept. they create new identities as if we needed a new name and bash people who stick with real terms with real rich history (african american, black american) but end up praising geechee and some creole cultures as if it’s not still african american culture at its core…why? because it has a different name. something more “foreign” that nobody has heard of. THAT is self hate.
these made up, yes, made up terms have quickly turned into an “us vs them niggas” type of situation and that in itself IS the first stage of tribalism.
regardless of how you see it, it is tribalism at its core.
warnings: NSFW 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut with no plot, titty fucking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, switch dynamics.
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No one had ever asked him that before. To be technical - no one had ever asked him as directly as you did. Sure he remembered being offered but being so drunk in lust he forgo the offers.
Now here you were.
His newest fixation and the capture of his heart.
Looking at him with innocent yet inquisitive eyes - patiently waiting for his answer to your question.
“Can you fuck my tits please?”
Lewis was left floored. Yet the excitement tightened his core.
So of course his answer was yes.
Quickly, both of your clothes were stripped and your mouths were latched in a hungry battle of raging passion. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue stroked yours. The taste of him could never be enough and you searched for more and got it.
Lewis broke your kiss with a soft pop, his lips trailed down the curve of your jaw, nipping at the curve of your neck before dipping lower. He dragged his tongue down the valley of your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin, then zeroed in on your big titties heaving with each breath. Those heavy things rose and fell, dark nipples peaked and begging surrounded by wide areolas that begged for his attention. The flesh soft and tender to touch but the nipples hard and begging for attention.
So Lewis latched onto one nipple first, sucking hard with a low grunt rumbling from his chest. His teeth graze the stiff bud as his tongue swirled around it in tight circles. You arched up, filling his mouth full of your tit, a sharp gasp left you as Lewis pulled more of your breast into his mouth, devouring it like he was starved.
His free hand came to your neglected breast, his fingers stroking and twisting your nipple in slow patterns while his tongue happily kept at the bud until it was hard and swollen in your mouth.
“Mmmph,” he hummed against your flesh, vibration shooting straight to your nipple as he switched sides, licking a broad stripe across the underside of your other breast before sucking that nipple just as deeply too.
Lewis grabbed both of your breasts into his large hands - his fingers sinking into the softness, the flesh overflowing through his fingers. A deep hunger shadowing him as a growl vibrated through your flesh as he sucked on you harder. Holding onto them like handlebars, he pulled you closer, kneading and rolling the weight in his palms.
Your arousal could not be contained - it trailed down your legs, dampening your thighs the more he sucked on your breasts. His fingernails dug into the tissue just enough to leave faint marks - a sign of his unravelled desire consuming his senses.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” Lewis slapped your tits together, his heavy hands causing them to jiggle and bounce before he buried his face right in the deep valley between them. He rubbed his face against the warm, pillowy skin, inhaling your scent - worn out vanilla and hints of caramel underneath - Lewis nuzzled his face deep like a man possessed. Having you like this unlocked a side of him, he never knew that he had. Your eagerness to please had him unlocking the restraints he had placed upon himself.
You bit down on your lower lip, your eyelids drooping as you watched him feast on your chest. Your body twisting under the onslaught. Your fingers threaded through his braided hair, holding him there as he feasted whilst your hips bucked faintly upwards against his hardened dick.
“You like sucking on my titties, baby?” You purred, voice thick with lust, breathless, teasing. “I love the way you suck on them. Makes me feel so good.”
Lewis looked up and met your gaze, a wicked grin splitting on his face as he gave your breasts another squeeze, before pulling back and using his thumbs to circle your nipples. “Hell yes, baby. These titties perfect for me.” He growled back, slapping them with his heavy hand once more before he dived down on you again to suck one into his mouth.
Lewis couldn’t get enough of you. But he leant back, shifting his weight onto the hinges on his legs. His eyes were so dark with the unbridled passion he felt for you.
Finally, he swung his thigh over you to straddle your chest, his massive frame looming over you like a shadow. His broad shoulders and muscular arms flexed as he positioned himself. His knees dug into the mattress on either side of your chest as he softly lowered himself so that his warm and full, swollen balls settled against your sternum.
You couldn’t help eyeing his fat dick as it laid just in your eye sight. Your mouth salivated at the girthy shaft with pulsing veins snaking along its length, all the way up to the head and then flushed dark with a leaking steady bead of pre-cum trailing from his tip.
“Baby.” You whimpered - as you brought your tits together, closing up the cleavage, creating a tight passage. “Pour the oil on me and do it for me please.” You begged, your voice trailing on into desperation.
His eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his head as he poured the body oil on your chest and gripped the base of his dick. You rubbed the warm oil into your chest as he eagerly stroked himself. Once you were fully leathered in the oil, Lewis guided his dick down the depth between her cleavage.
The glistening soft flesh wrapped around him like a warm heavy-weighted blanket. Your skin was slick from the sweat, a sheen of perspiration dripping down this length making everything glide smooth as he placed his hands over yours and pressed your breasts together to encapsulate his dick in the plushiness of your flesh.
The first slow thrust of his hips moved forward, his hips rocked steady, sliding his veiny thickness through the tunnel of your cleavage - the tip emerging just shy of your chin while his balls dragged heavy, warm - across your sternum.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Lewis groaned, his voice low, accent heavier than normal as his heavy-lidded eyes bored down onto yours. As he steadily pumped, each glide smeared his pre-cum left a trail on your chest, mixing in with the oil to create a slippery friction that had him grunting deep in his throat.
Lewis’s fingers squeezed harder, both of your fingernails sinking into your flesh and sealing your tits like a vice to tighten the grip around his dick as he fucked forward, the head of his dick popping out at the top of each stroke.
You tilted your head up, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to catch the tip of his dick every time he thrusted upward. You flicked your tongue in a quick and teasing manner, lapping at the beads of pre-cum that had welled up. You swirled your tongue around the broad head in lazy motions that made his hips stutter.
“Mmm, Lew.” You moaned softly, voice husky and breathless as you shifted beneath him.
“Your pre-cum taste so good. So needy and ready for me. Just how I like it.” You whispered before you sucked on the tip briefly when it crested again up into your mouth. But this time you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on him hard before releasing the swollen head with a wet plop.
Lewis’s moan rang out as you then flicked your tongue side to side across the sensitive underside of the head and then traced down the length of the vein that coursed blood through his fat dick.
“Put me back in-between.” He begged.
And you did, which caused him to bend forward in delicious agony.
“Mmm, fuck! Your tits are swallowing my dick like they were made for it.” Lewis rumbled, staring down at you with raw hunger. His thumbs pressed into the sides of your breasts to mold them firmer around him.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted me to use you like this didn’t you!” His thrusts deepened, the slick sounds of skin on skin filled the bedroom - schlick, schlick - loud as his balls slapped against your bouncing flesh with every push of his hips.
“I did. I can’t believe you let me dirty you like this. You’re so soft, baby…mmm…big fuckin’ tits feel good on this fuckin’ dick.” He rambled as his eyes eyes rolled to the back of his head. However, Lewis’s mouth could not be stopped.
“Fuuuuccckkk, sweetheart! You knew that this would ruin me didn’t you? Got ‘em huggin’ me tight, makin’ this dick feel good in all this meat.” His voice dropped an octave, his words tumbling nastier than before between heavy breathes.
“You wanted me to fuck your tits because you’re a nasty slut who wants me to paint your skin with my cum.” You nodded your head - no words needed to be exchanged because that is exactly what you wanted.
Lewis kept the pace building, hips rolling in a steady grind, harder and faster. One of his hands released your breast to brace on the headboard above you for leverage. You quickly took over, bringing back the tightness as he drove forward harder.
Both of your hands were holding your chest firm, kneading your breasts rough and squeezing tight as Lewis watched his shaft disappear and reappear, glistening more with each pass. Your tongue worked overtime - swirling around the frenulum in long strokes to make him hiss, then darting out to trace the ridge before sucking greedily at his slit.
“I love the way you look like you’re about to lose it. Keep fucking my tits just like that. I want you to. Please baby.”
Lewis mumbled underneath his breath as he of the headboard and tangled his hands into your hair, anchoring himself as he angled his thrusts to feed you more of his tip as his balls tightening against her skin with the building pressure.
Lost in his senses, he brought your head up more - straining your neck to feel both your tits and your mouth on his appendage as he worked himself into a frenzy.
“Keep your mouth sucking on me just like that.”
Lewis moaned as his pace quickened so much that the bed creaked under the weight of the both of you. He lost himself in the sight of his lover beneath him, tongue lashing and breasts bouncing with every forceful glide - pleasuring him with every inch of your body.
“You want this cum all over you sweetheart?” Lewis rasped, his voice rough and thick as his hips stilled as he held your gaze. One hand held your head still but you could feel his dick twitch in between the flesh of your cleavage.
Your eyes lit up with glee. Teasing, your tongue darted out to grab the last teasing lick along the underside of h before you nodded your head eagerly.
“Cum all over me baby. I want it.” You whimpered against him, this muskiness of his manhood making your mouth pool with spit. Hungry for more. His movements became more frantic as the knot in his stomach tightened. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mouth fell into a silent scream.
He erupted.
All over your chest and some landing on your mouth and chin. You giggled as his orgasm prolonged and his hips staggered until he whimpered over, bracing himself against the headboard.
“Fucking hell gorgeous, you took the life out of me.” He mumbled through deep breaths. He looked down at you just as you were licking the remnants he had left on your bottom lip.
“Well I’m glad you liked it.” You looked up at him, still lustful, still seductive. You were not done with him yet and Lewis knew it. Re-positioning himself until his face was hovering above yours.
“You’re not done with me yet are you?” He whispered, wiping the rest of his cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. You moaned as you sucked his fingers clean. He pulled out his fingers and you held onto his wrist and kissed the inside of it.
“Not by a longshot baby boy.” You replied before you moved up and closed the gap between the both of you and captured his lips. He could taste himself and caused him to get hard again.
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so i go back to mr. f1’s insta to see if im feeling generous enough to let him off probation. imagine my surprise when i see that lady in the passenger showing all 32. he’s getting real bold chile.
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