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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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Birthday

Request: Ok but the way I like low key wanna go to a strip club with Chris and watch him sit back while a stripper with a big ass twerks on him and gives him the absolute time of his life 💀

Request: Hey am I request a Chris Evans x black reader where they’re neighbors

Request: Could you do a Chris x Shy reader where the reader likes him and he likes her but she doesn’t know he likes her. Could it be possibly a smut with a really freaky reader thankssssss <333

Request: Chris Jamal evans eating plus sized! Readers ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary: when you told Chris you wanted him to teach you a thing or two after your divorce, he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!plus sized! Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, Duggar-esque religious beliefs, strippers, lap dance, cunnilingus, analingus, rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, breeding kink, sort of cuckqueaning

(A/N: this is kinda different. Idk just thought it would be fun to write a story about a fundie girl getting corrupted by this man 🤷🏾‍♀️ hopefully you guys see what I was going for cuuuuz 😳 lol and I had to combine a lot of requests cuz they’ve just been sitting and I’ll feel better once they’re gone. This story is unedited so if you see mistakes idk what to tell you. anyway like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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It wasn’t like he’d gotten well-aquatinted with the side no one else was allowed to see by now. You’d gotten yourselves into some messes for sure. Messing around in inappropriate places. His shy girl turned naughty slut and only for him.

Like that time he was finger fucking you in the back of a very packed movie theatre. You just looked so fucking hot that night. At least the movie was rated R.

Or the time he made you orgasm on vacation because he made you keep a bullet vibrator inside of you. As he made you cum in the water while you were on the beach. Watching your face change as you buried yourself into his chest trying to stop yourself from crying out. All he could do was smirk at you. Fucking slut.

If anything you were just paying him back which was fair. The two of you had been very worked up. It was kind of hard since no one really knew the two of you were a thing. As far as everyone else knew you were just his sweet little neighbor.

No one had even expected you to come out tonight anyway. You seemed like a shy thing but he knew better. Just cuz you had Scott and everyone else fooled didn’t mean he was the same way. He could tell you were a freak from the moment he met you and yet he’d still been unprepared by it.

You just did things no one else would ever think to do. By now he’d gotten the chance to enjoy your true nastiness. The way you let him fuck you anywhere he felt like. Had become his free use slut.

The two of you weren’t technically a couple yet but after tonight he doesn’t know. This had been new even for you. He didn’t even know you were- it was just so unexpected.

Fuck, it was hot, though, you trying to hang. Obviously you’d been invited to dinner and from there it ended up being wherever the wind took all of you.

First a bar not far from the restaurant. He’d made you sit by him all night. Barely let you out of his sight. Knew one of his friends had a little crush on you and he wasn’t about to catch himself slipping just cuz it wasn’t official.

You’d been all pouty and shit about how bad you felt about not bringing a gift. Not like it was your fault. It was kind of last minute anyway. Hell he thought he was going to be out of town but he… fine he wanted to see you. So he made the quick trip. Scott told everyone to come out for dinner and there you were.

You were wearing this dress you knew he liked. One that he really liked taking off of you. He doesn’t think you saw yourself in the way he did but holy fuck did he see you. Just everything since that first moment when you’d moved in. How shy you’d been because you definitely were not used to having a neighbor like him.

You came from a much smaller community. Had moved in next door with your husband. Well, ex-husband.

While nothing happened when you were married, the two of you had gotten close. Where you were from divorce was uncommon, but since it had been five years with no baby it was kind of inevitable.

The pressure to conceive had started getting to you around the second year. By then your now ex had been trying to be all buddy buddy with him. Trying to convert him and shit. He played along for a minute just to get close to you cuz underneath the modesty clothing he really liked what he saw.

And it wasn’t like he swooped in after the papers were filed either. He’d just done a lot to help considering your parents were trying to make you go back home to raise your siblings or nieces and nephews.

By then your friendship had grown to where he was not going to let that happen. Had even managed to get you a lawyer when they tried to force you to give up the house. Saying that since the church owned it, you had to leave but you were taking your seat ass time to move out.

When the two of you first started messing around you’d been asking him questions. Had never done this before. Never got to date. Didn’t even get to have your first kiss until the officiant said, ‘you may now kiss the bride.’

He didn’t want to take advantage of you knowing how inexperienced you were, but it quickly became clear that you were going to be a monster all on your own. He’d rather be the one taking care of you rather than getting yourself into dangerous situations out of curiosity. And fuck was he more than happy to be given the honors.

He genuinely hadn’t expected that side from you. After being blamed over and over about the fertility issues plaguing your past relationship, you seemed more than ready to explore a side of you that you would have never been able to before.

Wanted to know what it was like for a man to slap your ass and pull your hair. To be called dirty, filthy names. To be degraded and treated like the slut you weren’t supposed to want to be, but tonight had pushed the limit.

He wonder what your ex would say if he saw you. It had been something you’d never thought you’d do but you were down for anything Daddy told you to be down for.

What a fucking loser didn’t see what the fuck he had? That if he just treated you right, he probably would have been able to keep you. Sucks for him because Chris wasn’t planning on fumbling that bag. Not after tonight. His mind had been officially made up. Where the fuck was he about to find another nasty girl like you.

Last time I saw you, you’d been kind of upset. It had been hard to shake those teachings sometimes. Had worried that he’d judge you or think less of you. Clearly right now none of that was on your mind as your only goal seemed to be getting to his dick.

And, fuck he was not complaining. Hell no. Who the fuck was he to turn down road head especially after the shit the two of you had just gotten up to.

When one of the guys joked about going to a strip club, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Had even offered to just take you home where he knew he’d end up texting them that something came up since he knew he’d be to busy trying to get balls deep in you.

You surprised him by saying, “I wanna go.” When you said you wanted to try new things you’d definitely meant it. If anything he was proud of the little deviant he’d turned you into.

You’d looked so cute watching them dance with those wide eyes. He was still close to you not helping as he paid attention to your reactions.

Had whispered in your ear for you to stop money in one of the girls thong. Chris laughed and almost forgot that the two of you were supposed to be a secret cuz he really wanted to fucking kiss you.

Besides the dancer seemed to take a liking to the two of you. Moving onto his lap first to sit on him. “You know you and your girlfriend are pretty cute,” she said. “You should come in the back for a dance.”

And he wasn’t even going to correct her that you weren’t technically his girlfriend cuz hell you may as well be. Which meant he wanted you to be okay with it. At the same time though you couldn’t just expect him to not react when a woman with a big ass like hers was moving all on him.

He motioned with his head for you to get up. Not even giving you a chance for a choice. You wanted to come to a strip club he’d show you what it was like. Why hold back.

As she moved over him you sat beside him all giggly. Chanel staring back at you with a smirk as she started grinding down on him. You watching as she twerked, biting your lip.

He still couldn’t stop watching you. Trying to see how far you were gonna let him go with this. Getting a little closer and looking up at him with big eyes. Fuck it. Didn’t matter that another girl was in his lap then you wouldn’t mind if he kissed you.

“How you feeling, Baby?” He asked.

“Good,” you squeaked out which made him chuckle. So fucking cute. And you were really letting him just ruin whatever innocence your parents tried to install in you.

As if you would go home to live without this. At this point he’d made you his little addict. Pushing you further and further with each encounter, but there was definitely something in particular about this month.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe making him shiver. How even when a stripper was giving him a lap dance the reaction he got from you was so much more intense.

“It’s your birthday?” Chanel gasped finally turning around. “Why didn’t you say so?” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders so she could sink down on him again this time straddling him. Tits all in his face as she sat like that.

Chris chuckled. “Yup that’s why we’re here,” he said. “My girl’s never done this before.”

“What!” She gasped again and pouted at you. “Awww. Oh my gosh maybe I need to be dancing on you.”

“Oh you should definitely give her a dance,” Chris said with a wink.

He could see you tense up almost worrying that he’d taken it too far but he still wanted to see what would happen. Chanel moving moved off of him to you relaxing as you started giggling when she moved towards you.

The dancer giggled back the two of you starting off on your own little conversation. She was clearly trying to make you feel more comfortable. “That’s my good girl,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “My girl is down for anything I tell her to be, huh?”

You nodded at him as Chanel put her knee between your legs as she gyrated along your thigh. “You two are so damn cute,” she cooed.

At some point she moved back to Chris and you’d gotten so worked up that you couldn’t help yourself as you started kissing his neck. Honestly if the two of you hadn’t gotten out of there when you did, he would have popped.

Hadn’t even bothered to go back to his friends, just texting one that the two of you were leaving. His hand in yours as you went to the car.

“You doing okay?” He asked before he could open up the door for you.

“Mhm,” you hummed back with a smile.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed again, seeming to be lost in your head.

Chris found himself really wanting to kiss you. Fuck after all that he was really pent up. You put your hands around his neck as he pushed against you. Wanting you to feel his hard on.

He was just happy you were kissing him back. Had worried about scaring you off. That was a lot for you all at once. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm you tonight.

“Are you having a good birthday?” You asked him

“Course I am,” he replied with a smile before pecking your lips again. “My naughty little girl letting me play with a stripper in front of her. What would your husband have to say about that?” He teased.

You always giggled whenever he did that and this time was no different. Smacking his shoulder and scoffing. “Probably have a heart attack,” you said.

“Do you think he’d call your dad like when he found your sex toys?” Chris laughed making you do the same. God, that had been so embarrassing.

By then you’d already told Chris your dilemma. How you wanted to explore. He’d of course taken it upon himself to fund your exploration. By now he’d had a lot of fun using them on you. Shame your ex saw them as competition and not teammates. Maybe he could have kept you around.

“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “Woulda snatched me up.”

“Yeah? Sucks for him cuz I’d have to snatch you back,” he said before kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulder.

“Fuck, Chris,” you moaned into his mouth making him smirk.

Fuck he needed to get you home.

It was like you’d grown impatient during the car ride that it was taking so long to get there that you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Not like he didn’t know how needy you could get.

Hell if he’d known how you would end up reacting to having another woman twerking on him, he would have done it sooner. When you said you wanted to try new things, you’d fucking meant it, but damn he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

“What’d you think about Chanel?” He asked. Wanting to push things a step further. “You didn’t feel weird seeing me with her?”

“I mean… I dunno. I wouldn’t call it weird…”

“Yeah?” He asked. “What would you call it? Did you like it?” You bit your lip. Getting all shy on him. Except that wasn’t good enough for him. How was this supposed to work if you weren’t going to talk to him. “Ah, ah. You know better. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

You nodded. “I mean… yeah I guess I did.”

“What about when she was all over you? Did you like that too.” You bit your lip again and he had to glance over at you when you once again hesitated on your answer.

You caught yourself before he could say anything. Good girl. “I mean… yeah… it was fun.”

“Oh, come on. I saw you moaning and shit. You don’t have to act all shy. I know you liked it.” He glanced back over at you quickly. Happy as hell you two were almost home. “In fact, I gotta say I’m pretty proud of you for how you handled yourself tonight.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “You know, when you told me you wanted to try something’s out I wasn’t expecting you to go this far.”

“I wasn’t either,” you replied. “But you’re right it did feel good.”

“That’s my girl,” he said. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

“I know, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Always, Baby,” he said, grabbing your hand so he could place a kiss to it. He liked that he could push you. Made him wonder what else he could push you to do.

By the time you got home he was already trying to put his hands on you. Kissing you against after he helped you out of the car even though normally you tried to be discrete about your relationship just in case one of the neighbors saw.

As far as everyone knows you were literally just friends. No way Chris would take advantage of a sweet innocent girl like you. If only they fucking knew.

And you didn’t seem to care this time. Letting him grab all on you. Cuz you knew better than to tell him to stop. Fuck all he could think about was getting inside of you.

As soon as you got in the house, Dodger was at your feet. Stopping whatever action as he greeted the two of you. Then whimpering for Chris to take him out. You giggled before pecking his lips again as he groaned.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you told him as you started to walk away from him.

There wasn’t much he could do to rush Dodger. Not that he didn’t try. Goddamn you were really upstairs. Naked in his shower and he was outside making sure his dog used the bathroom. Fucking great.

“Come on, Bubba,” he said finally getting him back inside. Ready to sprint upstairs to you.

He could see you behind the foggy glass still washing up. He just wanted to fuck you so bad right now. To feel you against him. That pussy wrapped around him. Couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

You jumped as he wrapped his arms around your soft body. Curves glistening with water. Damn you had really turned him into an addict, but it was like where the hell was he supposed to find another you. Someone so sweet and cute that would let him do what he’s about to do to you. Fuck yeah he was addicted.

As he opened up the door he stared at you as he caught you playing with your pussy. Eyes closed as you breathed heavily. Good you wanted this just as bad as him. Fingers working over your clit.

Funny a year ago the thought of you even touching yourself seemed like a step too far. Now you were doing it in his shower after what had just happened less than an hour ago.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered.

He needed to fucking have you. “Starting without me, Babe?” He asked, making you jump and open your eyes. You gasped as you looked up at him and he chuckled. “My poor baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he pouted out his bottom lip before pulling you into his arms.

He leaned down to kiss you finally. His tongue caressing against yours. Grabbing onto that thick ass. Fuck he wanted you so bad.

“You get all nice and clean for me?” He asked, having pulled away. “Or did you get too distracted playing with my pussy?”

“I got distracted.”

“My little slut. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself.”

Chris remembered the first time you asked him to call you names. He wasn’t sure how you would react but all you did was moan for him even louder and repeat it back. That’s when he first knew just how far gone he’d gotten you.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Baby? Had you moaning for me for a reason.”

“About you letting Chanel dance all over you in front of me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked. “That turn you on?”

You nodded. “Uh huh. She was all over you.”

“My naughty slut liked seeing another woman all over me.” He chuckled.

“It made me want you so bad.”

“I know, Baby. It made me want you too,” he said before pressing his lips to yours again.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to end up on you now. Picking up from where you’d left off. You crying out for him to fuck you. Needy as hell.

Turning around so you could rub your ass against him as he finger fucked you. “Please, Daddy,” you mewled.

“What is it?”

“I want your dick in me,” you moaned.

“I want you to finish up and go wait on the bed for me, okay?”

You pouted. “But-,”

“But, nothing. You fucking heard me,” he snapped and that was that. You finished washing up and went to finish getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to spend the rest of the night getting punished so you better do what he tells you.

As bad as he just wanted to fuck the shit out of you, he knew how you got when he made you wait. Pushing you and then denying you. Fuck he loved it.

Once again you were there touching yourself. The toy you kept over here in your hand. Greedy fucking slut couldn’t fucking wait.

“Did I tell you, you could use your fucking toy?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

“No,” you squeaked as you didn’t remove that damn rose from your clit.

He climbed in next to you. Taking hold of the rose. “So horny you just can’t fucking control yourself, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you answered, biting your lip. “Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered. He started kissing your neck making you cry out. His lips quickly finding your nipples. “Oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, please, fuck!”

He put the toy to the side when he finally couldn’t resist. Had been dying to eat you out for hours. Needed to taste you.

“Chris!” You gasped and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you. Had you gasping his name as he ate you out like he was starving.

“And you better not fucking cum yet,” he cooed.

He remembered the first time he’d made you cum. You hadn’t even know what the hell that meant. Figured he could show you better than he could tell you and wanted the honors of being the first one to do it for you.

Had gotten you all worked up until you squirted all over his sheets. Had gotten you all embarrassed about it too. Couldn’t believe your husband had never done this for you. Fucking worthless.

He was tempted to see if he could get you worked up like that again except he wanted to fuck you too bad. Didn’t even want to wait for you to suck his dick before finally pushing into you. Cuz this was the first time he was going to feel you for real.

“Chris!” You sobbed as you wrapped your legs around him. “Yes!” You dug your fingernails into his back. Crying out for him in his ear. “Please. Oh, god. I need it. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop,” he groaned, grabbing your hands to push them above your head. Pumping his cock in and out of you. “Fucking slut needed my dick bad, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered, lolling your head back. Fuck he felt so good so deep inside of you. Your ex had never been able to do shit like this to you.

It was funny how easy Chris brought the freak out in you. Had definitely gotten you to this point you don’t think any other man could have ever brought out.

Porn didn’t do what he did to you any justice. You hadn’t been expecting for it to feel like this. Didn’t seem real that something everyone had told you was so bad felt so good, but never this good.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered as he hit those bundle of nerves. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? I didn’t put a condom on this time, Baby,” he finally told you. “Gonna see what happens if I stuff you with my cum.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“See if I can put my baby in you,” he grunted. “Don’t you wanna know?”

“But, Eddie-,” you were saying.

“Don’t you fucking say his name when my dick is inside of you,” he said, putting his hand around your neck. “I don’t give a fuck what he couldn’t do.”

And he meant every word of that. Only rocking his hips deeper into you. Feeling as you tightened up around him when he grabbed your throat. Eyes getting all blurry and teary.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“That’s right, Baby. You should be. You should fucking know better by now. I think you like saying dumb shit sometimes.”

You let out such an embarrassing moan and he let out a chuckle through his deep breathing. God he loved seeing how worked up you got from being shamed like that.

“Just cuz he couldn’t fuck a baby into you, doesn’t mean I won’t,” Chris said into your ear wanting to keep it going. “Chanel already thought you were my girlfriend. Might as well make you my girl for real, huh?”

You let out another moan with your face all screwed up. Goddamn he was getting you close. “Okay.”

“That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed. “You’re gonna let me fuck my baby into you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Fuck you’re gonna make me- ah!” You cried as you came. Finally getting the release you’d been needing.

“That’s a good girl,” he said before pulling out so he could turn you over. Making sure your ass was in the air. What can he say, he loved manhandling you.

Pushing your cheeks to the side so he could see the wetness from your pussy dripping down to his sheets. He needed to play with it again. Putting his thumb against your slit so he could rub up and down before going to your clit.

“Yeah you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” He said. “I bet you’ve been waiting for it. And your pathetic ass would do anything I wanted you to do, huh?”

Another embarrassing ass moan as you shuddered, as he pushed his pointer and middle fingers into you.

“Oh my god,” you cried into the pillow.

He doesn’t know what the fuck it was but all he knew was that he was mesmerized. Couldn’t help himself. Wanting to eat your pussy from the back. You jumped before moving your hips trying to get situated against his face.

God he was obsessed with the way you tasted. Could make a feast out of it. At this point he was so far he was ready to get as nasty as possible trying something he’d never tried before.

You gasped when his tongue touched your puckered hole. “Chris!” As if there was going to stop him. He moaned at the taste. Definitely not about to stop.

Chest heaving as thick moans fell from your lips. You were pretty sure he was trying to torture you.

Chris grabbed your toy again. Turning it back on so he could put it against your clit again. Listening to you scream out.

Finally he stopped just wanting to be inside of you again. It was like you brought out the fucking animal in him. That’s why he just needed to fucking breed you already.

Slamming into you and flexing his hips cuz he just really wanted you to feel it. Putting his hands on either side of your hips so he could dig his nails in.

“See what you fucking do to me?” He asked with a groan. “That’s why I can’t let you go. Gonna keep you under me. You want that too?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Fuck. Please. I want you so bad. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again.”

“That’s it, Baby. I want you to cum for me. Want you to keep cumming on my dick.”

Eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words. Couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you ended up collapsing against the pillows. Chris going with it so he could lay on top of you. Riding your ass as deep as he could as you sobbed.

“Gonna make me a daddy for my birthday, huh?” He asked into your ear.

Why did he have to talk to you like that. Did he have no mercy?

“Fuckin’ answer me,” he said. That Boston accent coming out into your ear. Making you shiver and moan.

“Yes,” you cried.

“Good, Baby. Cuz I’m gonna cum so deep in you.” He groaned. Feeling it creep up in his balls. Knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.

“Please,” you moaned.

“And it’s okay if you don’t get pregnant from this time. We’ll just try again and again and again.”

For some reason that was what did. To be honest if it didn’t happen this time he’d be shocked because he found himself shoving in all the way to the hilt so he could cum against your cervix. Just like fucking instinct. Goddamn he doesn’t think he’d ever had an orgasm that intense before.

You laid down with a whimper with him collapsing on top of you. Dick softening before falling out of you.

Scooping you up like he always did so you had to lay all up against him. Really you’d been his girl for a minute. It was about time he officially claimed you.

Especially six weeks later, when the two of you got to see the look on everyone’s faces when you’d pulled up to announce that you were expecting.

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caashmoneynae · 7 months

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HOW HIGH.

METHOD MAN AS SILAS FROM "HOW HIGH" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Nylah receives a visit from Silas after completing her leftover work and the visit gradually turns from platonic to sexual. ✨

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𝗡𝗬𝗟𝗔𝗛 sat in her living room on the couch while she worked on unfinished college work, multiple pages of notes spread across her coffee table while her phone sat propped up against a vase of flowers that sat on the coffee table as well.

being a Harvard student seemed hard to outsiders, but in reality, it wasn't that bad. sure you had hard classes and weird teachers here and there, but it flew by like a breeze. sometimes things got hard for Nylah, but she always managed to thug it out. but it grew easier to thug out when she met Silas and Jamal.

to Nylah, Silas and Jamal were just a couple of motherfuckers looking for some fun to have, and that's exactly why the three clicked the moment they met. after Nylah met them, the duo turned into a trio, and they went from two peas in a pod to three. most people were confused as to why Nylah even hung out with the men. i mean, she had straight A's, she didn't cause trouble, and she wasn't as chaotic as them, so what did she see in them?

honestly, Nylah couldn't tell you the answer. but when they came around, she just knew she'd always be smiling and laughing.

"Silas, i'm doin' work, how long you gon' keep buggin' me?" Nylah asked, glancing over at her propped-up phone, as she looked between her notes and the teacher's notes for the Black History test and wrote down what was important for her upcoming test, earning a smack from Silas's lips.

"girl, i know you ain't doin' that white man's work. you got betta' shit that can occupy yo' time." Silas mugged, making Nylah playfully roll her eyes, as she sat down her pencil and sat up straight, looking over at her phone and mugging him back.

"what's better for me to occupy my time with, Si?" Nylah mugged, raising a brow, as Silas chuckled before smiling, adjusting his beanie on his head while he ran his tongue over his lips.

"obviously me, shorty." Silas smiled, earning a laugh from Nylah, as she jokingly mugged him for a second time before going back to her work.

"whatever, boy—"

"ayo, Silas— ooh, who you on the phone wit'?" suddenly, Jamal's head poked into Silas's camera and Nylah raised her head at the sound of the familiar voice, a low chuckle coming from her lips once she recognized it, "oh, wassup, Ny!"

"hey, J." Nylah laughed as Silas smacked his lips and mushed Jamal's head, pushing him away from his phone before bucking at him.

"Jamal, move, son." Silas mugged as Jamal laughed before mugging him back, mirroring his actions while he bucked at him.

"don't be mad at me 'cause yo' girl wanna talk to me and not you." Jamal mugged, sticking his tongue out at the man, as Nylah blushed a bit at being referred to as Silas's "girl" and she quickly hid her face from her camera, pretending that she had dropped something in an attempt to hide her flushed face.

Nylah had an attraction to Silas, and it grew harder to keep under wraps each day. with him constantly flirting with her and them being shipped together nearly every time someone saw them together, it only increased her feelings more. sometimes she wanted to feed into his flirting with her and flirt back, but she was afraid. she felt like he had an attraction toward her too, but she didn't wanna make a fool out of herself if she was wrong, so she never made a move.

but since we're on the topic of her attraction to Silas, let's talk about sexual attraction.

Nylah's sexual attraction to Silas was nearly as strong as her crush on him, and she couldn't help it. his voice was deep and smooth like silk with a little rasp to it and he always smelled oh so good, which only pulled Nylah to him more. but the way he licked his blunts? that was enough to make her bend over and arch her back for him.

the way he sealed the blunts shut with his tongue and glided his wet muscle across the rolling paper whenever it wasn't sealed enough gave Nylah butterflies, and not in her stomach. sometimes she caught herself wishing she could be the blunt on his tongue, but she brushed off the thought. however, that didn't stop it from lingering in her mind.

she honestly hoped he felt the same way she did, but even if he didn't that wouldn't stop those dreaming eyes of hers.

"you betta' be glad my woman callin' fo' me or i'll beat yo' ass." Jamal's voice knocked Nylah out of her thoughts and she looked back at her phone, seeing Jamal seemingly check his message thread with Jaime, as he smirked and looked over at Silas.

"you ain't gon' beat shit, you light-skinned ass green bean." Silas mugged, making Nylah stifle a laugh, as Jamal flipped him off before grabbing his jacket and making his way to the door of the dorm room.

"holla!" Jamal exclaimed with a smile before exiting the dorm and slamming the door behind him, earning an eye roll from Silas while he turned his attention back to Nylah.

"surprised you ain't forget i was here since you and Jamal like each other so much." Nylah joked, making Silas smack his lips, as a small smile crossed his lips and Nylah looked over at her phone, chuckling at seeing a smile on his face.

"always somewhere tryna be funny." Silas mugged Nylah, making her laugh, as he stood up from the couch and grabbed his car keys.

"first of all, i'm a licensed comedian, don't be hatin'." Nylah mugged, sticking her tongue out at the male, as Silas laughed at her antics before shaking his head.

"i'm finna come by yo' crib, Ms. Wannabe Comedian. make sure you finished with that work befo' i get ova' there." Silas joked, walking out of his dorm room, as Nylah chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes.

"boy please, you ain't nobody's daddy. and how i'm gon' be done with it if you playin' on my phone?" Nylah asked, raising a brow, as Silas shrugged.

"i am yo' daddy, girl, you betta' recognize. and you got time. bye, little one." before Nylah could respond, Silas had already hung up in her face, making her smack her lips, as she chuckled and shook her head, turning her phone off and placing it to the side.

"fuckin' hate his stupid ass."

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Nylah sighed in contentment as she looked down at her finished work with a smile, grabbing her folder while she began sliding her papers inside of the pockets. in the middle of her putting away her work, Nylah heard keys jingling outside her door and she glanced up at it, chuckling once she figured out who it was. as if on cue with her grabbing her backpack and slipping her folder inside of it, the front door to her house opened, revealing the man of the hour: Silas.

"aw, look at you. done with that work. see that's what happens when you listen to ya daddy." Silas joked, closing and locking the door behind him, as Nylah chuckled a little and shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes while she stood up from the couch and made her way over to him.

"all you know how to do is talk shit." Nylah mugged the man, making him laugh, as the two met each other halfway and hugged, embracing one another while Nylah's head rested on his chest.

"yeah, yeah," Silas chuckled lowly, thumping Nylah in the back, as he kissed her temple and rested his chin against her head, "how you feelin' tho', shorty?"

"i'm good, Si. this work ain't too much i can handle." Nylah muttered against his chest, earning a chuckle from the male, as Silas's fingertips gently caressed her lower back and she slightly shivered against his body, tingles shooting through her limbs while she took in the scent of his cologne.

moments like this are the ones Nylah loved the most. she loved to be in his embrace because she felt safe. she felt as if nothing could go wrong when she was in his arms, and she loved the feeling dearly. however, him being so affectionate to her didn't help her growing attraction toward him, but she didn't mind.

as long as he was near to her, she didn't care.

"what about you? how you feelin'? Jamal ain't bothering you too much, is he?" Nylah asked, looking up at the man with a playful smirk, as Silas chuckled and rolled his eyes at the mention of Jamal, the two pulling away from the hug and making their way to Nylah's couch.

"Jamal always botherin' somebody, Ny. that's all the boy knows how to do." Silas chuckled, making Nylah laugh a little, as the two sat down on her couch and Silas placed his mini backpack down against the side of the furniture, slipping out of his two jackets and revealing his gray t-shirt while he laid his jackets on the coffee table.

"every time i see you, you always got on a damn durag- do you ever let yo' damn hair breathe?" Nylah scolded him, taking off his beanie and revealing an orange durag with a light gray bandanna tied around it, as Silas smacked his lips before mugging her.

"first of all, i let my hair breathe this mornin' befo' i wrapped it back up. mind yours, little one." Silas mugged as Nylah tossed his beanie on top of his jacket and grabbed the bandanna from his head, slipping it around her afro puff that sat like a crown on her head.

the nickname "little one" comes from the fact that Nylah is not only shorter than him, but Jamal as well. even though the woman was only of average height and wasn't that short - standing at around 5'6-5'7 - that didn't stop Silas from teasing her.

"i'm surprised you even did that. you always so hardheaded." Nylah chuckled, adjusting the bandanna on her head, as she ran her fingers over Silas's durag and he looked over at her, a small smile creeping onto his face before he mugged her.

"shut up befo' i take my weed away from you." Silas threatened, grabbing his mini backpack, as he pulled out a ziplock bag of two pre-rolled blunts, a ziplock bag of rolling papers and weed, and a lighter, making Nylah laugh a little.

"you just came over here to smoke with me, didn't you?" Nylah laughed, making Silas smile a little, as the male grabbed her arm and placed it behind his head, laying his head against it while he tossed bags of weed and roller papers on the coffee table.

"maybe." Silas playfully shrugged with a smile, opening the bag of pre-rolled blunts, as he held one of the blunts to his lips and grabbed his lighter, igniting the cannabis and inhaling while he sat the lighter in his lap once the blunt lit.

Nylah watched Silas's plump pink lips wrap around the blunt as he pulled away from it and smoke slowly fell from his lips in a cloud-like form, making her absentmindedly squeeze her thighs together while Silas's brown eyes found hers.

"peer pressure. peer pressure. peer pressure. peer pressure." Silas joked, a playful smirk on his lips, as he waved the blunt around in Nylah's face and Nylah laughed before taking the blunt from his fingers, earning a laugh from the male while he stuck his tongue out at her.

"you a pain in my ass, you know that, right?" Nylah chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes, as she placed the blunt to her lips and inhaled, Silas's eyes watching her every movement while he licked his lips at her.

"you love my ass tho'. puff puff pass, little one."

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Nylah and Silas sat slumped against the couch cracking jokes as they passed their third blunt around, Silas's head leaned on Nylah's shoulder while her left leg rested on top of his right one. the living room smelled of marijuana and their eyes were a shade of blood burgundy, a dumb smile resting on both of their faces while their unoccupied hands entwined with each other.

they couldn't tell you how they got into this position, but just know that Silas grows the best weed.

"...and i'm kinda studyin' to be like a nurse and shit, but then at the same time i wanna be a dancer, you know? then at the same time, i don't know what i wanna do... you feel me, right?" Nylah rambled lowly, looking down at Silas, as his reddish-brown eyes looked back up into hers and he rested his hand on top of her leg, gently caressing her calf while Nylah's body tingled under his touch for a second time.

"i feel you, shorty. but i know you can do whateva' you put ya mind to. you're a fuckin' genius, girl." Silas answered in a low tone - one identical to Nylah's - as his eyes flickered between her eyes and lips and his hand moved higher on her leg, now gently caressing her upper thigh while Nylah's breathing slightly hitched.

the room filled with comfortable silence between the two and the sexual tension in the atmosphere grew thicker - so thick that you could slice it with a knife - as Silas raised his head from the woman's shoulder and moved it into the crook of her neck, inhaling her natural vanilla scent before peppering kisses onto her skin.

"Nylah, when you gon' stop playin' and be mines fo'real?" Silas muttered against her neck, causing Nylah's lips to fall ajar, as his hand moved to her mid-thigh and Nylah felt her panties begin to dampen, her hand squeezing his before she placed it on the back of his head.

"...w-what do you mean?" Nylah muttered breathily, feeling Silas's lips trail closer to her sweet spot, as he gently grabbed the side of her face and leaned her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck while he created light purple marks on it.

"i'm feelin' you, shorty, and i know you feelin' me too... so let's just stop playin' and do it." Silas muttered, referring to two different things at once, as his warm palm found her inner thighs and he caressed it lovingly, sliding his hand underneath her oversized shirt and into the waistline of her biker shorts.

Nylah's mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering a little, as she felt the man's fingers massage her clit through her panties, making a few feeble whimpers fall from her parted lips while she bucked her hips on his fingers. Silas's raised his head from her neck, their eyes meeting once he did so, as he placed his forehead against hers and pulled her panties to the side, biting down on his lip once he felt how wet she was.

"say it... tell me you're mine." Silas whispered, sliding his middle finger inside of her wet entrance, as Nylah gasped softly and her brows lightly furrowed, gently rocking her hips back and forth onto his finger while she moaned softly.

"...i'm yours, Silas."

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"oh, baby... mmh." Nylah whimpered, biting down on her lip, as she gripped Silas's back and her brows furrowed, a warm tongue gliding across her neck while her mouth fell open.

Nylah would've never guessed this would've happened, at least not this soon. this was practically what she dreamed of - Silas on top of her while he gave her passionate strokes like his life depended on it. it honestly felt like a dream, but Nylah could tell it wasn't even close to one. like i said before: they couldn't tell you how they got into this position. but they sure as hell weren't high anymore.

Silas's hips gyrated in a slow motion as his phallus made its way in and out of her slick walls, letting the woman get used to his size. to say he was big was an understatement, but that's the only word that could come to Nylah's mind. he was bigger than anybody else she's ever had sex with - and bigger than what she had imagined - so she didn't know how she was gonna take him, but so far she was doing a good job.

"i been waitin' for this shit for so long, girl. you don't even know how many times i done thought about havin' yo' pretty ass like this." Silas whispered in the woman's ear, gently kissing her earlobe, as Nylah weakly whimpered before biting down on her bottom lip, cupping the back of Silas's head in her hand while her other hand gently clawed at his back.

"i've wanted to hear you moan my name for so damn long. i just knew you'd sound so pretty sayin' it. say it for me, baby." Silas whispered, grabbing one of Nylah's legs and hiking it up to his waist, as he caressed her thigh and sunk deeper into her slick entrance, making her mouth fall open while her brows furrowed.

"S-Silas... fuck, you're so deep." Nylah whined softly, goosebumps creeping onto her brown skin, as Silas softly groaned against her ear and Nylah felt herself become wetter from the erotic noise, a moan falling from her lips due to the sound.

"you sound so fuckin' sexy moanin' for me, you know that? say my name again, beautiful. let me know how it feels." Silas muttered in her ear, a low grunt coming from his lips at feeling her walls contract around him, as he sped up his strokes to a steady pace and Nylah's lips fell ajar, her eyes rolling back while her brows furrowed a little.

"S-Silas! oh, fuck!" Nylah moaned loudly, her legs absentmindedly wrapping around the man's waist, as Silas raised his head from her neck and rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locking while butterflies flooded her stomach.

their pupils dilated in love and a little bit of lust as Silas grabbed Nylah's hands from his back and pinned them down on the couch, his fingers entwining with hers while the lovers gripped each other's hands. Nylah's butterflies transferred from her stomach to Silas's, and the veins in his length throbbed at the feeling of them. judging by the similar feelings the two felt, they knew this wasn't just sex.

this was love.

"...S-Silas..." Nylah moaned softly, looking into the man's eyes, as Silas groaned a little before biting down on his bottom lip.

"yeah, baby?" Silas grunted softly, making Nylah's brown face flush a little, as she gently squeezed his hands and bit down on her lip

"i... i love you..." Nylah whispered, a small whimper falling from her lips, as a small smile crept onto her face and Silas stared at her for a few seconds before smiling back at her, moving his lips down to hers while the lovers engaged in a slow and loving lip lock.

and there it was. their feelings out in the open and exposed. no longer having to hide how they felt due to whatever internal reason, and it felt great. their lips moved in sync as Nylah moaned in his mouth, her bottom lip resting between his plump pair while he tugged at it gently. letting go of her now swollen lip, Silas's eyes opened and met hers, a soft chuckle falling from his lips before he pecked hers.

"I fuckin' love yo' ass too, girl."

#90s #90s icons #90s men #x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #method man #how high #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #friends to lovers #x reader

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ur writing is amazing !!! please could you write a jamal x reader where she's his best friend but he's always wanted to ask her out. they have a sleepover and it's all just fluffy and he confesses <3

catching feelings - justin bieber

you’ve been the best of friends ever since elementary school, sticking together through the highs and lows, never doubting your friendship in any way.

jamal can’t recall a moment where you haven’t been there, wether it was him winning a sports competition in school or signing his first professional contract for a football club. you always stood there, right by his side, his mother and siblings next to you, all of you smiling at him proudly.

he got told many times before that love will find him when he’s older, that now was the time to concentrate on his career, he was too young for love, they’d say. he never really paid any mind to finding a partner to form a romantic relationship with, why would he? you were enough, all he’d ever wanted.

maybe, the first time he ever thought like that started it all, maybe that was the beginning for his growing feelings for you, not the platonic ones.

no, they were all but platonic. he’d wake up with you on his mind, grabbing his phone to talk to you again, even the two of you spent the entire night talking, he just couldn’t get enough. whenever he read your text, your voice would appear in his mind, accompanied by your smile and shining eyes. you’d walk by sometimes, to go to the kitchen or whatever and jamal would find himself growing nervous, he didn’t know how to explain that feeling.

you were his best friend yesterday, now you were the person he imagined confessing to when he spoke to himself in the mirror. you were the person he dreamed of taking to his games to, his name adoring your back as you smiled up at him.

you were the only person he ever wanted to have a future with and he was pretty sure you also wanted him to be a part of your future. but, did you feel the way he did?

did you imagined being in a relationship with him? the way he did? did you have scenarios in your head before going to bed with him being there as well? did you wait by your phone for his messages?

jamal gathered up all the courage he had in himself that day. seated next to you on the couch, you guys were having your monthly sleepover, just like when you were younger. he looked at you, your eyes were concentrated on the tv, immersed in whatever was happening.

he breathed in and gently put his hand on top of yours, testing the waters. you turned your head, looking into his eyes, confused at what he just did. but, you didn’t pull away, encouraging jamal to move closer to you, his face hovering above yours.

“i caught feelings for you.” he whispered, scared of rejection, but he needed to voice it out.

“about time.” you reply, closing the gap between you, your lips finally touching his. they were soft, just like you always dreamed of.

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i listened to this song while applying my face mask, thats how the idea came to write it like this :)

i just know you guys also caught feelings for me, don’t be shy🤭

#football one shot #football x reader #x reader #football #jamal musiala fluff #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala

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No one loves Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman more than America’s elite. In recent years, we’ve seen leaders, investors, and celebrities hold out a Saudi exception to human rights in the service of a blurry concept of national interests that requires the U.S. to constantly compromise its values in service of an autocrat. And so MBS has been welcomed back into the establishment fold, and he won over Washington. And now he’s taking a victory lap.

When Saudi Arabia convened a 2018 summit in Riyadh, businesspeople shielded their name tags from view, sheepish about seeking MBS’s money just days after journalist Jamal Khashoggi’s murder. But the stigma has apparently worn off, and big names in finance, tech, media, and entertainment showed up at the Miami edition of Davos in the Desert.

The entire conceit of the conference is that Saudi Arabia can be abstracted from MBS, who is hardly ever mentioned yet remains the unspoken force behind the events. The host, the Future Investment Initiative Institute, a mouthful, is essentially the crown prince’s personal think tank. Session after session offered platitudes and ruminations on the least controversial ideas ever—AI is going to change the world! Climate is important! Sports bring people together! The two-day gathering was titled “On the Edge of a New Frontier,” itself a sort of redundant name. (Isn’t a frontier an edge?)

Yasir Al-Rumayyan, governor of a major sovereign wealth fund that’s currently under Senate investigation, led the proceedings. The Public Investment Fund that Al-Rumayyan runs is the conference’s founding partner and powers its lavish events. That Al-Rumayyan has $70 billion in annual investments to dole out is enough to draw out financial titans, curious entrepreneurs, and former Trump officials.

Jared Kushner, who had grown a beard, was talking about his theory of investing, without noting that MBS’s sovereign wealth funds had reportedly contributed $2 billion to his Affinity Partners. Steve Mnuchin, who similarly snared $1 billion of Saudi funds for his Liberty Strategic Capital, wore a suit and dress sneakers and talked about Israel as a tech hub. Mike Pompeo, in a tie, said that U.S. leadership in the world requires a “stability model” that involves working with “like-minded nations,” though “they’re not all going to be democracies.” Little wonder he rushed U.S. arms to Saudi Arabia as secretary of state as part of an end run around Congress.

Doing business with Saudi Arabia has become so normalized that the CEOs of major corporations and investment firms showed up in droves. There was Accenture’s Julie Sweet, Blackstone’s Stephen Schwarzman, and Thiel Capital’s Jack Selby. David Rubenstein—the billionaire who has played host to President Joe Biden at his Nantucket estate—spoke alongside his daughter Gabrielle. (This year, the Biden administration didn’t send an emissary, but the deputy commerce secretary, Donald Graves, attended in 2021.)

Journalists have kept a distance from Saudi Arabia after the dismemberment of Washington Post columnist Khashoggi, but in Miami the moderators included CNN’s Bianna Golodryga, Fox’s Maria Bartiromo, Bloomberg’s Manus Cranny, and The Wall Street Journal’s Gerard Baker.

MBS has especially used boldfaced names to rehabilitate his standing post-Khashoggi, his crackdown on women activists, and the destructive Yemen war. In Miami, there was a fireside chat with failed Senate candidate Dr. Oz. “Saudi Arabia is, I think, doing some wise investing and shifting mindsets by trying to leapfrog, in some cases, where the West is,” Oz said.

For Gwyneth Paltrow, it was just another fun public event. She spoke about how Goop had “built meaning” for its fans, in conversation with entrepreneur Moj Mahdara, a former adviser to Hillary Clinton. It was particularly incongruous when Paltrow discussed bringing more women to the cap table to fight the patriarchy.

Rob Lowe had some advice for Riyadh’s efforts to break into Hollywood and create its own film industry. “My view is there’s no reason that Saudi shouldn’t be the leader in IP in the same way they’re attempting to be the leader in sports and everything else,” Lowe said. “You need to have someone who can communicate: Why Saudi, why now.”

For all of the glitzy stage management and slick social media branding, at many moments there were fewer than 50 people watching the livestream on YouTube. But what mattered more were the opinion leaders, financiers, and tycoons in the room.

Big Tech was there, too, with Google’s Caroline Yap and Dell’s Michael Dell. Nothing was quite as obsequious as last year’s gathering in Miami when Adam Neumann, Marc Andreessen, and Ben Horowitz—all beneficiaries of Saudi Arabia’s financial largesse—gushed about how MBS is like a “founder,” except “you call him, ‘His Royal Highness.’”

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#politics #saudi arabia #jared kushner #mohammed bin salman #jamal khashoggi #davos #uae #corporate greed #mbs

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Ed Sheeran and Caitriona Balfe lead the line-up for this week's Late Late Show

Ed Sheeran is joined by Caitriona Balfe and Philly McMahon as the star guests of this week's Late Late Show.

It's the final month with presenter Ryan Tubridy at the helm of the show. After 14 years in the hot seat, the Dubliner turns his attention to other projects.

On the release day of his latest album Subtract, UK superstar Ed Sheeran joins Ryan for an exclusive chat where the star opens up about the death of his late friend Jamal Edwards and his tough 2022 when wife Cherry was diagnosed with cancer.

Ed Sheeran will chat to Ryan about the highs and lows of 2022, where he lost his best pal Jamal Edwards, and his wife Cherry was diagnosed with cancer. Pic: JMEnternational/Getty Images

Ed will also discuss the Irish influences on his music career and life, and as well as an acoustic performance of his hit single Perfect, the singer also has a surprise for Ryan which leaves him speechless.

Outlander star and Monaghan native Caitriona Balfe will be in the studio to chat about the enduring success of the Prime Series which is now in its seventh season.

The 43-year-old will detail how she missed the infamous Oscars slap from 2021 when she attended the awards for her hit movie Belfast.

The stars of the new RTÉ One show Gaelic in the Joy will also pop in for a chat about the upcoming TV show which airs on May 17 on RTÉ One.

Outlander star and Monaghan native Caitriona Balfe will be in the studio to chat about the enduring success of the Prime Series which is now in its seventh season. Pic: Stuart Wallace/REX/Shutterstock

Dublin GAA star Philly McMahon, comic Rory O'Connor (Rory Stories) and Mountjoy Prison governor Edward Mullins will discuss how they took a group of prisoners participating in a rehabilitation programme and prepared them for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to play at Croke Park.

Five models will showcase the amazing designs of some of the youngsters who are competing in Junk Kouture, the largest sustainable fashion competition in the world.

The winning designs selected by a panel of judges will compete against 50 other teams from Abu Dhabi, London, Paris, Milan and New York to become the second-ever World Designer of the Year.

It's the final month with presenter Ryan Tubridy at the helm of the show. After 14 years in the hot seat the Dubliner turns his attention to other projects. Pic: Gareth Chaney/Collins Photos

Celebrations are in store also, as Ryan chats to former players in celebration of the 50th anniversary of the Ireland Women's National Team.

The women will discuss the dedication and determination it took for them to become the first women to represent the country at senior level.

Music and entertainment will be provided by singer Rachel Mae Hannon who sings her new song The Boys for her debut on the show.

The Late Late Show airs at 9.35pm on RTÉ One and RTÉ Player.

Extra

Brian’s Note: episode airs Friday, 5 May 2023, 9:35 p.m. GMT+1

Remember when she appeared on The Late Late Show two sleeps before the 2023 IFTA Awards?

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Extra #4 May 2023 #The Late Late Show #RTÉ #Late Late #Host #Ryan Tubridy #5 May 2023 #Dublin #Thanks fatchance123

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You know, with the Writer's Guild strike, I couldn't help but wonder what Emmet's thoughts on that would be. I can imagine that things like that rarely happen in the Pokemon World since people there are generally less dickish and strikes would be needed as often. On the other hand...

Jamal: ...I WAS GONE FOR TWO HOURS!?

Emmet: I am Emmet, and I do not see your point.

Jamal: *Jesters at the TV*

News Anchor: Reports say that the months-long strike held by the Amazon workers finally reached an end when a local employee of the NYC Subway arrived on the scene. Witnesses say that the man marched through the crowd and entered the office of the board of directors, despite several security guards at the post. After about half an hour, the man exited, along with the entire board of directors, who then made a public statement saying they would implement all demands made by the union and then some.

Emmet: ... It was easier than it looked.

Jamal: NOT THE POINT!

Jamal: Emmet is some kind of magical negotiation fairy. That’s the only explanation I can think of for how his charisma levels are so off the charts.

Frank, who has brought Emmet to their union negotiations for this exact purpose: Hey, I ain’t complainin’.

(Emmet is verrrrry pro-union! The fact that the US has such a bad history with them is extremely disappointing. So of course he wants to help. He knows how to encourage the best in people for everyone’s sake. Whether or not doing so will help him keep a low profile is debatable on his part and stress-inducing on Jamal’s.)

#bark bark bark #a unovan in new york city #subway boss emmet

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FIRST ON FOX – Missouri police say a group of six people, including two young children, who follow a popular online spirituality influencer, disappeared from the St. Louis area on Aug. 13, 2023.

The Berkeley Police Department is searching for Mikayla Thompson, 25, of St. Louis; Naaman Williams, 30, of Washington, D.C.; Gerrielle German, 27, of Lake Horn, Mississippi; 2-year-old Ashton Williams of Lake Horn; Ma’Kayla Wickerson, 36, of St. Louis; and 3-year-old Malaiyah Wickerson of St. Louis. They disappeared from a rental home near Lambert St. Louis Airport, police said in a press release.

"The investigation revealed these individuals had become a part of a spiritual cult and they follow the teachings of a man named Rashad Jamal (White). Rashad Jamal has tens of thousands of followers across multiple social media platforms. It should be noted he was recently convicted of various crimes in the State of Georgia and is serving a lengthy prison sentence," Berkeley police said in the release.

The group was last seen on Aug. 13, 2023, at a Quality Inn Hotel at 55 Dunn Road in Florissant, Missouri.

The four missing adults have one thing in common, police told Fox News Digital. They all openly follow Rashad Jamal White, a self-proclaimed "prophet" and rapper who created The University of Cosmic Intelligence — an online religious group with thousands of followers across the United States. Fox News Digital has reached out to The University of Cosmic Intelligence.

A Barrow County judge sentenced Jamal to 18 years in prison in August 2023 after a jury found him guilty of child molestation and cruelty to children, according to court documents. On Aug. 25 of last year, Jamal filed a motion for a new trial, citing "the State's failure to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt."

He has nearly 190,000 followers on TikTok, more than 10,000 followers on X and 90,000 followers on Instagram, where he shares videos expressing his beliefs that people are "avatars," birds are government-operated drones used to spy on civilians, Arizona is a gateway to Africa and the Mississippi River is actually the Nile River, among other claims.

"The only law I had broken was speaking out against oppression," Jamal said in a YouTube video posted last week. "…The only thing I am guilty of is freeing the minds of my people and speaking out against this system, and I'll never back down from that."

Jamal's group is "geared toward enlightening and illuminating the minds of the carbonated beings, a.k.a. your so called [sic] Black and Latino people of Earth," the university's website states. He preaches about "high-vibration" individuals who want to connect with the Earth and their ancient pasts versus "low-vibration" individuals who make the world a more toxic place.

"I am a god, and all of my people, the Black and Latino people, are gods. And we were made in the image of our creator," Jamal said in a May 2022 video. "Therefore, I am an extension of Her/Them, and I am the creator and destroyer of my reality, so I take full responsibility for all events that I have experienced through this lifetime, for this is what we call shadow work in the spiritual realm."

The University of Cosmic Intelligence website also lists crystals, crystal necklaces, bracelets and other items for sale at odd prices, such as $333.33, $222 or $119.99. The university offers enrollment packages for lectures, blog posts, videos and merchandise for $333.33. Jamal is also asking for $9 donations to support his family via YouTube.

Fox News Digital reported in 2022 that several of Jamal's followers — including Damien Winslow Washam, Krystal Diane Pinkins and Yasmine Hider — had been accused of two separate murders in Alabama. Washam was found not guilty of killing his mother with a sword by reason of insanity.

Pinkins and Hider were sentenced last week for killing Adam Sinjee, a 22-year-old Florida college student who was hiking with his girlfriend in the Talladega National Forest in Alabama when Pinkins and Hider staged a car breakdown and robbed them.

Pinkins and Hider had been living "off the grid" in the Talladega National Forest near the crime scene and allegedly had connections to Jamal's work through social media, as Motherboard reported in 2022.

After publication, several of Jamal's followers reached out to Fox News Digital insisting upon his innocence, not only in relation to the murder cases, but in Jamal's molestation case filed in Jackson County, as well.

Now, Berkeley police are shining new light on Jamal and The University of Cosmic Intelligence as it relates to the disappearances of the six aforementioned people, who originate from different states but met and lived together in St. Louis for a brief period before they vanished.

Neighbors reported seeing the group of six, including their children, meditating naked in the yard outside their rental home, police told Fox News Digital.

"The level of disconnect these cult members have demonstrated with friends and family members is unfathomable," Berkeley police said in their release. "We have learned that similar cult members travel at great lengths to live off the grid and stay with fellow cult members and that their economic status does not appear to be a factor."

Police noted that "major media outlets have reported on" Jamal and encouraged the public to "do an internet search on his name."

The four missing adults went by aliases that pay tribute to certain gods and goddesses — a common theme among many of Jamal's followers.

Thompson called herself Antu Anum Ahmat, Williams called himself Anubis Aramean and Wickerson called herself Intuahma Aquama Auntil, according to police.

Other behaviors that Jamal's followers exhibit, according to police, include being very active on social media in support of Jamal and The University of Cosmic Intelligence, a "total disconnection" from family and friends, quitting jobs, living off of credit cards, going off the grid and disconnecting from phones, embracing sovereign citizenship, polygamy and more.

Authorities are asking anyone with information about the whereabouts of these missing individuals to contact the Berkeley Police Department in Missouri or their local law enforcement office.

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