#one.

Dim candles flicker in the swaying chandelier, brass and diamond twinkling in the firelight. 

Shadows prance and crawl along the walls, wicked and shuddering as the scent of smoke and whiskey work in tandem to inebriate and excite. 

You blink through the steady fall of tears and your vision clears enough to remember the male wedged between your thighs, ankles kept apart by stray shadows, legs hooked over another pair. Fiery red hair trails along your stomach as the Autumn Court heir paths his way between your breasts before being drawn to your right. Amber eyes pierce into your own as his tongue lolls out, gently circling and flicking the sensitive peak, and you squirm, whimpering.

Eris laughs—a slow, rich noise to stir the heated syrup stickily dripping from you—and carefully swipes his thumb across your left.

You gasp, and arch. 

Or try to. 

Arms bind their way around your stomach, pulling you back against hot, bare skin, and hot breath ghosts the shell of your ear, a voice chuckling as you startle. Shadow stirs beneath your jaw, guiding your head to rest against a shoulder, and there’s twining ink lacing his forearms. Tribal, and distinctly Illyrian.

“Keep still,” comes a voice from your back, deep and vaguely patronising, “you told us you’d behave.” 

Eris’ whiskey eyes gleam, abandoning his previous interest to satisfy his new fixation on your mouth. His lips are hot and soft as they graze your own, shallow breaths skating across your skin, pausing before settling atop of you. A whimper is caught in your throat, and you tilt into his pressure, thighs trembling as your hips incline, hungering for fulfilment.

Scarred hands cup your breasts, and you squirm beneath the attention, Eris’ hips pushing between your own and you can hear the wetness spread between you. His amusement puffs against your mouth, voice a low drawl as he teases, “so reactive.” 

Heat blooms from your neck upwards, searing through your cheeks to the tips of your ears, trying to wriggle between the two of them, though there’s not much you can do, trapped and bound as you are. A deliciously restraining friction.

You try to look away from them to hide your embarrassment. 

Eris takes the opportunity to slide his mouth down your neck—kissing, nipping, biting. He finds a spot he likes, and lays claim to it with his teeth. Azriel’s shadows cover your breasts and his hands snake down your stomach, fingers splaying possessively across your abdomen as his others slip between your legs. 

Whimpers flow breathlessly from your lips, panting as your thighs tremble—still kept spread apart. 

Azriel touches a finger to a spot just shy of your clit, and the tears begin rolling again. Arousal aches between your legs, hips undulating as you try to goad motion from the spymasters fingers, try to seek the Heir out. He was there before, you just need to find him. 

“E…Eris…” You pant, “please…”

“Hmmm? Do you want something, my love?” He muses atop your mouth. Your tears flow heavier, almost matching the wetness between your legs. “You were so anxious in the beginning,” he laughs, softly, “look how you’ve blossomed.” 

The hand between your legs stirs, and you jolt as sensitivity spears through your middle. Your eyes practically roll.

“Please…” you moan, “please, I’m so-” Azriel’s fingers slip a fraction further down, gently pressing and tugging upwards. 

You cry out in pleasure, needing to arc, to squirm, to writhe. Some kind of expulsion of energy, to rid yourself of the tension balling tight in your stomach. 

“‘You’re so’…? So what?” Eris muses. “Desperate? Hungry? …You should say it.” 

You bite your lip, nails piercing flesh, and Azriel groans at your back. He circles the pad of his finger over your clit, lightly increasing the pressure, speeding the circles and you can’t take it. They won’t even let you close your legs, limbs trapped and bound so as to keep their paths unobstructed. 

“Will you…” you swallow, pride catching in your throat on the way down. 

“Inside…” you whisper, “I want you inside.”

“Mhmm…alright.” 

Azriel’s free hand shifts, and you cry as two of his fingers run over your entrance, circling before pushing in and curling gently. The circles atop your clit continue and you’re trembling, panting and crying as you try to squirm your way to pleasure. 

“No? This isn’t what you want?” The shadowsinger muses, dark mirth in his voice as he brings you closer to yet another high. “It’s what you asked for, pretty thing. Do you want something else?” 

“Eris…!” You pant, tears falling. “Fuck. I want you…please.” 

“You don’t like having his fingers inside of you? You’ve cum from them before.” 

You try to level a glare at him, but you can barely keep your eyes open. Can barely lift your head from Azriel’s shoulder. 

Eris laughs, and gods, if only you could get your teeth in him. 

“Careful,” Azriel chuckles, equally amused, “she’ll have your head in the morning, if she remembers what you’re putting her through.” 

“Me?” Eris drawls, attention shifting to the male pressed flush to your back. He leans closer, until there’s practically no air between your bodies. “You’re the one taking up space with your fingers, Shadowsinger. I’m trying to give her what she wants.” Amber eyes flick down to you, and you whimper. “And remind me, love: What is it you want?” 

You peer up at him, trying to scan his features but can hardly think straight. 

All you can manage is a tilt of your hips, head turning to take down an inhale of Azriel’s scent. His fingers prod and curl in reward, pushing against that delightfully pleasurable spot that has your teeth scraping across your lower lip, lids fluttering. Just a few more circles of his fingers on your clit, and you’ll be good…you’ll be there…

“Love.”

His voice is low, and his breath is hot as it touches the shell of your ear. Maybe you could cum from that alone. 

“You said you’d be good, remember?” Eris whispers, rough palms trailing your sides. “Were you lying?” 

Had you said you’d be good?

“Liars don’t get rewards, you know,” the heir murmurs, and you whine as Azriel’s ministrations grind to a stop, flame wrapping his wrists. “Liars, especially pretty ones, who are so easy to take advantage of, don’t get to cum, either.” 

“I wasn’t lying,” you mumble in a hurry.

“No?”

“No…” 

“You don’t sound very sure of yourself.” 

Had you said you’d be good?

“I’ll be good…” you assure. “I…I am good.” 

You are. You are good. You’ll get this…you’ll get him.

“That’s better,” Eris goads. “Now behave, and make room for me.”

The order glistens through your bones, muscles pulling red as you push your thighs further apart, and you’re rewarded. The blunt head of his cock pushes to your entrance, promising to fill you again. Azriel’s fingers retreat, and you gasp as he spreads you apart.

Eris groans as he eases himself back inside of you, breath panting across the sweat layering your throat. Your head falls back on Azriel’s shoulder, basking in the pleasure of being touched everywhere. Squeezed between them, body heat and muscle and skin and scent and touch.

“Good girl,” the heir growls besides your ear, shifting inside of you. “Such a good, fucking girl.”

Scarred fingers trace slow circles atop your clit, and you’re bursting at the seams. “Feeling good, pretty thing? You’re almost there now.”

Someone’s teeth nip at your throat, and hips are pressed flush between your own. A broad, rough palm finds placement atop your abdomen, and applies a light pressure.

“You can do it now, love,” a low, male voice pants. “We’ve got you.”

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a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to the start of the podcast.

yasmin: “hey, guys! welcome to the first episode of your new favorite podcast— yapstars. hosted by me, yasmin ali. accompanied by the sexiest co-hosts alive— tiara pierce and chantal moreau.” yasmin started off, pointing out the girls as she referenced them. “i know you see us on your social media feeds, the pretty girls who keep it cute and don’t say much but this podcast is just to let you know that we actually have a lot to say! i hope we’re able to bring back the fun, sexy, raw and unedited side of hip-hop media and girl culture.”

chantal: once she finished she figured it was her turn, sitting up she smiled. “heyyy, i'm chantal. the cute it girl who has an opinion on just about everything and 1 out of 3 of the yapstars.” she said with a wink and a smile. “crazy, i’m a self proclaimed yapper but i don’t know what else to say right now. we’re just gonna get into it and then i’ll start yapping with my girls.” she shrugged before she opened the pack of skittles to eat some.

tiara: “howdy! i'm tiara but everyone calls me ti or sexy mama, that's what i'm hearing." she said laughing. "but yeah, i'm just another yapper! welcome into our group chat, basically! but we're going to really have to keep it— nah, we don't have to keep it anything but real sooo! i'm excited to get into the topics we have today so let's go." she said while clapping her hands softly she turned to yas. "but, let's really dive into these topics cause i kinda have a couple we need to touch on for the girls." she said while winking.

yasmin: “we can’t do anything but keep it real, so that’s just what it’ll be. but yes, these are my lovely hosts! side bar, but here’s a new drinking game for all our new listeners. take a shot for every time we say yap, yappers or yapping.” yasmin slipped in after tiara’s intro, chuckling. “a little back story on why this came to fruition, as well as the reason behind the name— a special friend and executive producer of the show coined it as a nickname for me, and it’s stuck ever since. yapper is such a cheesy term to me so when i heard yapstar, it just felt fitting. like no, i’m not some annoying girl going on and on in your ear about stuff you don’t care about. i’m a girl with a voice and a point, and you’re gonna’ wanna listen. every single time. every single word.” she explained before briefly glancing down at her ipad. “now that we all got comfy and acquainted— let’s get into the topic that tiara’s been dying to talk about all week. like y’all, tiara can’t wait ‘cause we lowkey been waiting to address this on going issue.” yasmin chuckled. “la men— their social media presence, as well as the way they talk to women. in the past weeks, we've seen a big scuffle on our timelines, a lil’ confusing and a lot of all over the place. girls. how are we feeling?”

chantal: “they’re gonna be drunk by the end of the episode.” chantal giggled. hearing the topic, chantal twisted her lips. looking over at tiara with a smirk as she sat back she shook her head. “first of all, calling women bitches unprovoked is crazy. like why every time you refer to a woman she has to be a bitch? who be hurting these niggas?” she asked, laughing a little thinking about it. “the lil back and forth on twitter? how did that even happen like…? what was going on? i don’t know what was going on over there, like it seemed personal..? i feel like as long as somebody share their opinion respectfully there’s no issue. it’s when it comes off disrespectful or out of left field that it becomes an issue.” she paused pressing her lips together. “but i also think it’s who the messenger is. i’m not about to listen to no man that call women bitches every-time he got something to say. like, you don’t even care enough to respect a woman. why would i listen to you?”

tiara: "no, i agree." she started. "because niggas get way too comfortable with bitch this and bitch that, why do you want to go toe to toe with a woman? i understand it's okay to disagree but watch your mouth." tiara pointed out while throwing her hands up. "yeah, it seemed to be very sudden but i'm never against people popping their shit on their twitter. i mean, if we're being real it was confusing and seemed like people were overstepping." she nodded her head. "yeah, i mean if i wasn't talking to a man and he jumps in, i'm not listening to anything he's saying because why do you want to be in the mix? i like my men quiet and out the mix, thank you." she smiled eating a couple more of her skittles. "they say bitch because they want to degrade women and act like we are beneath them. i don't know why they think they are so superior. who cares what a nigga talking bout?"

yasmin: “oh, okay ‘cause i thought it was just me. not even just this past situation but in general— grown ass men hopping on social media unprovoked and calling women bitches’ with their entire chest, stick and balls.. excuse me? not even that and not speaking on all the guys in the city. but i’ve seen men so quick to argue with and go back and forth with the girls but ducking fades and call outs from other men. or guys hopping online and shading the women in the city. shit is disgusting, altogether. as soon as i hear the word bitch out of a man’s mouth or on social media, i just see a visual of a dick being tucked into a thong. no? just me?” yasmin gagged, pure disgust in her tone before replying to chantal. “honestly, i’m not sure. i don’t wanna deep dive into the specific situation ‘cause this is just a small notch in a consistent pattern in la. and regardless, my nigga or whoever i’m dating cannot be arguing with another girl on social media like that shit gets nipped in the bud so quick. i’m with ti’— i don’t like social media ass niggas, i don’t even like niggas that speak. just a lil’ curious, if that was y’all boyfriend or girlfriend out there, how would y’all have handled it? especially you, chantal. since you’re married— i mean, in a relationship.”

chantal: “no for real. watch your mouth. like i don’t care, bitch is used way too loosely. like, please,” chantal said, rolling her eyes as she fanned off the thought, only to laugh at yasmin’s comment about a thong. “i’m not doing this with you,” she said as her laugh softened. “i’m not putting my input into the situation. it seemed personal, and ima keep it like that, but niggas definitely bark a lot at women. i feel like it comes from them wanting to ‘put a woman in their place,’ so to speak,” she said, using her fingers as air quotes. “like, oh, this bitch think she can say whatever she want? let me call this bitch out because ain’t no bitch finna tweet and not get put in her place,” she spoke, deepening her voice and moving her hands to imitate a man. she paused when she heard yasmin bring up she was married; leaning in, she pulled her mic away from her face to make eye contact with yasmin. “you know we’re not texting, right? like i can put my hands on you,” she said, flicking her off before she started to speak with a smile. “before i answer, shout out to [BLEEEEEEP]. go ahead and follow and subscribe so we can keep on yapping. and that’s two shots,” she said, holding up two fingers with a smirk, winking at the camera before mouthing to the crew to keep everything in. her smile remained as she went to answer. “i mean, i don’t think my man, my man, my mannnn, would be arguing with anybody on socials. he’s really getting to his bag, and he keeps to himself for the most part. love that!” she blew a kiss to the camera and smiled. “but like, if he was, for whatever reason, to be arguing, i’d tell him get off the internet immediately. what tyler, the creator, said? cyber bullying don’t exist. especially if he’s in some business that doesn’t concern him. like, boy, move. cause now i’m mad somebody talking to my man reckless and he started it. if a woman starts with him though… he still shouldn’t be saying anything. like, i promise i got it. i don’t even like people anyway, so make it easy for me to add them to the list, but i really don’t see it happening… and i better not be jinxing it,” she said, looking at the camera for her last sentence.

tiara: "exactly, like why they not watching their mouths? the tones, everything… shading women is crazy. i haven't even shaded a girl in i don't know how long. so for them to be that butt hurt, chile, get over it and grow up." she shook her head. tiara listened to them talk bout the recent events that took place. "i agree, i'm not letting a man i'm dating go back and forth with a girl on the timeline—unless they secretly fucked with each other or are fucking with each other, then i'm not going out there blind and now i look crazy," she explained, shaking her head. she chuckled at the mention of chantal's relationship. "i mean, bottom line, [BLEEP], america. but, nah, i agree, like if he starts it? belt to ass. but in private, if he didn't? ima have to belt to ass the girl in public. girls can't just jump at men though. i think sometimes girls do try to beef up at a man randomly but fake; if they beef up at my man, then it's beefing up at me. he's a reflection of me, so why would you even try me? no shade," tiara stated, rolling her eyes as she adjusted her mic. "i just don't play games like that. i need structure and for everybody to know better."

yasmin: “exactly, it literally gives let me humble women, and for what? it’s just so gross,” she slipped in. yasmin waited for chantal to answer her question but was caught completely off guard by the tangent she went on, the amusement in her features expressed through her jaw dropping and her letting out a shocked gasp. rubbing her lips together, she shook her head. “the best part of running a podcast is having creative control. you already know that part’s getting cut,” she said, shaking her head as she tried to brush it off, but tiara doubling down made her smack her lips. “y’all so annoying! all i said was a fact! y’all spreading lies. we cutting this part!” yasmin signaled to the engineer from her seat but covered her bashful grin before resuming their conversation. “exactly, either way you spin it, getting in the field with a girl is not the answer,” yasmin slipped in after chantal’s reply before turning her head to tiara. “you putting the belt to his ass? oop! okay, tiara don’t play that,” yasmin snickered. “i agree, i wouldn’t want my man fighting with a girl regardless. you don’t like something she did to you? tell me and let me address it, or some girl’s coming at you crazy? okay, let me respond, i got it. same way it should be vice versa. girls shouldn’t jump at men, but honestly, the girls don’t be starting it in this city. bottom line is, respect women. it’s so simple,” yasmin concluded before glancing down at her ipad. “speaking of, let’s talk about dating culture in la. i feel like dating in la is so weird and actually a little embarrassing. for some reason, i attract straight crazy boys, so my experiences are always rocky. but overall, i feel like everything’s so lowkey, unofficial, and mixxy. what do you guys think?”

chantal: taking her lipgloss out to reapply, she folded the pack of skittles and placed them in front of her. “getting censored is crazy, but no, definitely. i don’t think women should jump at men, but like yas said… who be starting it?” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest when she was thinking. “regardless, not all men have a woman to step in for them, like ima step in, t gonna step in, yas gon step in, but a lot of the men are single sooo,” she finished, shrugging her shoulders; she shook her head and chuckled. “everybody horny,” she said, just loud enough for the mic to pick up in the background as yasmin skipped to the next topic. she tried not to laugh at her own words. “i mean, i don’t know anymore, cause men have came into la and left la since i was dating around, but it’s like everybody… weird,” she said, shrugging her shoulders before she cut her eyes at yas. “you attract what you areee,” she teased with a soft giggle. “i think no one wants to take the chance and lock in with one person because it’s always something new in the city. especially the guys or the girls that go both ways, they got option after option. so it creates this dating culture where no one gets to know each other, and it’s pointless text, snaps, and in the shadows link ups. there are definitely a few who slip through the cracks though and find a cute lil relationship.”

tiara: "wow, cutting stuff out? i'll have a behind the scenes cut for the people, thank you!" she said while laughing. "of course, for my man? ima let everybody know, cause if you come at him crazy that means you coming at me crazy," she said, shrugging her shoulders as she listened. "yeah, i agree. i think a man should always step in. the day he doesn't? that's when you know you need to pack and go, no shade. but also, don't step in and fucking embarrass me. cause now ima have to get into him after," she said laughing. "that is true, but if you single and you get into it with a woman? what was the reason? probably why you single. arguing with women is not attractive," she pointed out. tiara laughed at chantal's answer to dating in la. "nah, i don't know much bout dating in la. i'm quick to not respond or even hit a nigga back. i don't really be that mixxy, but yeah, niggas just wanna fuck. why i keep getting fucking questions?!" she asked, rolling her eyes. "i think everything is lowkey because people are dating multiple people. don't wanna have no favorites," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "i mean, something new doesn't always mean something good. i think people just want to keep their options open because they don't know what the other person has going on. i feel like with the couple that i've taken seriously, we always had an open convo where it's like i'm only entertaining or talking to you. apparently, they're always saying how people do just wanna fuck and how easy it is if they went that route," she said while furrowing her brows. "i think relationships are cool, and that's the goal, right? i feel like that's everyone's end goal, but the dating stage here is important cause like you said, it's always something new."

yasmin: “no, literally,” she spoke directly into her mic before tuning back into her answer. she waited until after chantal was finished to speak up. “first of all, i am not crazy! still tryna’ figure out why i attract that, but y’all, i swear i’m not.” she tried to clarify until tiara decided to speak up. “because they wanna fuck, tiara. give the people what they want,” she added in with a playful grin, knowing the question was rhetorical. “so basically, what i’m gathering is, everyone’s on the lookout for something new and shiny, and nobody wants to lock in and be committed to one person?” yasmin asked for clarification before pausing to look in tiara’s direction. “wait, couple you’ve taken seriously? couple?” she contested before chuckling, shaking her head. “we gone get back to that. i’m not seeing too much of the just wanna fuck vibes, maybe it’s just me? i do feel like everything kinda seems meaningless or either rushed, dating wise. relationships should be the goal, but some people don’t care for that,” yasmin added in before a mischievous grin lined her lips. “but, let’s really talk about it then. what’s your worst or weirdest dating experience in la?”

chantal: “keep their options open and lowkey,” chantal added once tiara was done speaking. she snickered a little at yasmin’s response to tiara’s question. “if they do, they want the commitment to be lowkey and private. but i can’t say that’s a bad thing? shit, the dating culture is confusingggg,” she said, sighing as she thought about it. chantal decided not to comment on what tiara said before she cleared her throat once yasmin brought it up again. “couple means… more than two?” she asked, raising her brow before she wiggled her brows with a grin. hearing yasmin’s question, her face turned up in thought before she shrugged. “come back to me, i need to think…”

tiara: "nah. i don't have anything for them to fuck," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "nah, we not getting back to that," she said laughing. reaching over, she nudged chantal. "please!" once the subject changed, she leaned back against her seat while bouncing her leg. "i don't know if i've had one so far. everything with me has been mad calm, i've probably got love bombed here and there. but i haven't had a weird experience where i've had to really think too hard. have you?"

yasmin: “you know what? i don’t mind lowkey or private… as long as it’s not hidden, and as long as you not out here lying your way into the next girl’s panties,” she commented after chantal, cracking a playful smile after she questioned tiara further. “don’t worry, we coming back to that! whether it’s this episode or the next because… i don’t recall. hmph,” she sounded, rubbing her lips together, glancing down at her ipad out of habit, still chuckling. “yeah… think long and hard, please,” she side-eyed chantal before listening to tiara. smacking her lips, she chuckled. “oh my gosh, y’all suck. like i’m glad it’s been calm, but c’mon, love bombed here and there? girllll,” she shook her head. “yes, girl. i told you, i’ve only talked to crazy boys since i been here. but the worst was definitely this one boy. don’t even wanna say we dated but, first link— he bought me a questionable ass watch, a manly cuban link, and panties that said daddy’s girl on them. daddy’s girl? i don’t even know you,” she scoffed, chuckling.

chantal: chantal laughed and smirked at both of them. “i kinda do wanna circle back…” she said lowly into the mic. hearing yasmin, she smacked her lips and rolled her eyes in a playful manner. “girl, i don’t date weirdos. how is that my fault? you, out of all people, know my texting game sucks. imagine how it is for someone i genuinely don’t want to talk to,” she said with a soft giggle. “wait, what…?” she paused as her brow raised. “why have i never heard this story? oh yeah. you love the weirdos. man gave you gifts and one of them was panties…? to hell,” she said, looking at yasmin and then the camera. shaking her head, she tapped her chin. “uh, mine for sure isn’t that weird. i think the weirdest was when i was texting this guy and he kept talking about ‘our kid’ and having ‘our son’ do this, blah blah blah. it started off as a joke but like, it got weird. you know, like who’s bringing up having a child? who, baby? who’s having a baby with a stranger? i can’t say dates, cause all of the dates i’ve been on have been good. i’ve unfortunately, yet fortunately, been unlinkable. but it’s kept me away from the weirdos, so i guess it worked in my favor, right?” she said with a laugh. “man, i don’t know. i’m gonna drop off some panties that say ‘$$$ wife.’”

tiara: "we're not," tiara said, looking between the two. she shook her head. "i mean! i haven't had anything crazy happen, like i really don't know. i literally stop texting niggas so fast, like i guess i don't entertain it as much?" she questioned, shrugging her shoulders. she leaned back, listening to their stories, and laughed. "daddy's girl is crazy." she shook her head. "ew! why do men feel that comfortable to joke about kids and having kids? who wanna have a kid with a nigga they don't even know? that's insane." she shook her head. "that's the same type of nigga that'll nut in any pussy, like nah," she said laughing, crossing her legs. "yeah, i haven't been on any weird dates. i went to this guy's house and he cooked for me once, that's bout it. i have been on dates with like one person that were very romantic. well, a couple, so it's like i haven't had any bad dating experiences. now, the endings? those were rough." she rolled her eyes. "why y’all flaunting y’all relationship in front of me? i'm bouta leave. cause both of y’all cheat."

yasmin: “we will!” yasmin chimed in after tiara. she snickered at chantal’s reply, shaking her head. “i’m not saying they had to be a weirdo! just a weird experience. but yes, terrible texter, i know your body,” yasmin replied. “because i took that situation to the grave. wait, i do not! it’s not my fault that’s all i attract,” yasmin tried to defend before listening to chantal’s story. “see, that’s weird but not too bad. just confusing. guys really think that shit is flirty. like no, honey, that’s literally a threat and it’s weird. oh, has it? hmmmm,” yasmin hinted, twisting her lips to the side. listening to her reply, she furrowed her brows before turning to the camera and speaking into the mic. “okay, well tiara sucks. to make up for this, on the next episode, we’re gonna go through her messages and ask her why she stopped replying to every single guy she left in there. guarantee you her response for all of them is ‘i don’t know,’” she mimicked with a shrug before cheesing. “ayyyy, see now those? i’d happily wear. and let you take them off me,” yasmin said with a subtle wink before smacking her lips. “don’t be jealous, boo. i’d never cheat on what’s mine,” yasmin said, waving her off before turning to the camera. “if you made it this far, i just wanna thank you so much for tuning in and seeing yapstars through. hopefully we kept you entertained or intrigued for the most part. i wanna thank my sexy co-hosts once again, and before we end off here—any closing remarks, ladies?”

chantal: “you actually be texting back people. i’m proud of you, now you just have to learn how to ghost weirdos,” she said with a soft laugh, cutting her eyes at yasmin. “yeah, that’s the weirdest i can think of. but yes. it definitely has. thank ya!” she said with a smile before starting to laugh, moving away from the mic so the laugh wasn’t too loud. she shook her head. “i can’t wait!” she said before winking back at yasmin for her comment. she looked at tiara and waved her off. “i’m not a cheater. that’s my wife hater.” letting yasmin close out the podcast, she shrugged. “thank ya for listening to us yap, and keep coming back. i swear it’s only gonna get better from here. oh! and stop asking tiara about fucking, take my girl out and to chanel. period,” she said as she leaned against tiara with a smile, blowing her a kiss.

tiara: waving yasmin off, tiara picked up her pack of skittles, dumping some more into her hand. she crossed her legs, leaning forward, and started laughing. "we will not be going through my messages! what is going on? nah, it's a target on my back." laughing, she shook her head. "you hang around cuffed bitches now your phone gotta be raided," she teased. "but i've seen you cheat! so!" she held her hands up while looking at chantal. "thank you very much! that's so real of you." tapping her thumb and ring finger together, she smiled. "thank yall for joining us! this is only the beginning, just stay tuned for more episodes and more situations of them trying to jump me," she said laughing before waving at the camera. "see yall soon!"

yasmin: yasmin’s smile lingered only for a moment before her brows crinkled at tiara’s statement. “it’s only one cuffed bitch in the room. boys, hit my line. it does go down in my dm.” she playfully advertised, flashing a grin right afterwards. “keep asking tiara about fucking.” she whispered into the microphone, snickering lowly. she waited patiently as the two concluded before adding in her own. “and there you have it. the end to our very first yap session. i’m yasmin ali, and thank you for listening!"