#trevante rhodes imagine
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send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?
who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):
adonis creed.
athur pendragon.
bucky barnes.
lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.
carmy berzatto.
erik killmonger.
frank castle.
conrad fischer.
harald sigurdsson.
javy "coyote" machado.
jax teller.
joaquin torres.
joel miller.
josh cody.
pope heyward.
sam wilson.
sinqua walls.
steve harrington.
tangerine.
trevante rhodes.
zuko.
If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃
Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.
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MASTERLIST 2023
This my new masterlist for 2023. I'll expand who I write for as I learn more about them.
Michael B. Jordan
BB Records
BB Records Character Guide
BB Records Character Guide pt. 2
Beautiful
Yahya Abdul Manteen II
Done
Trevante Rhodes
BB Records
BB Records Character Guide
BB Records Character Guide pt. 2
Tyler Lepley
BB Records
BB Records Character Guide
BB Records Character Guide pt. 2
Chris Evans
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Princess.
Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!reader
WARNINGS: SUB!reader, DOM!trevante, thigh riding, size kink, breeding kink, rough s*x, reader and Tre are married but it isn’t implied, daddy kink, no protection(wrap it before ya smack it), just really nasty chile…
SUMMARY: how Trevante acts with his pretty princess <3 (I was in heat writing this, sorry in advance)
Ps. Inspo from @notapradagurl7 recent fic <3
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He’s so exhausted when he comes home from his big boy job but seeing her gives him so much energy. He just wants to pull her into his lap and hold her, letting her ramble about her day and tell him all about the new things she learned and all the things she bought when she went out shopping.
“Tell daddy what you got” He’d say as she bounced excitedly on his thighs, innocent and unknowingly waking up a demon that was kept under wraps since early that morning. He just didn’t wanna wake his baby so early. She’d go on and on about all the cute clothes she found and the purses she bought online, the good food she ate and the nap she took before he arrived. He’d listen and pretend his dick wasn’t growing hard under her ass.
How he’d run baths for her when he was home, adding her favorite scent and bubbles to the water as she’d put her hair in a ponytail to avoid wetting it. She’d ask nicely to be carried to the tub because her legs were just too sore after being fucked until she blacked out and forgot her name. Her knees also aching from being on them for so long, taking his dick deep down her throat until she choked and a strong gag forced him to pull out before he was painting her face with his cum. She already felt so full of him even with his essence leaking out of her and dripping down her thigh, there was no way she would make it to the bathroom.
When she’d do something that was on the “no-no” list and he’d make her pick her own punishments. He’d ask if she deserved an easy one and she’d nod with teary eyes, already having a stinging bottom from the spankings he gave her earlier for touching herself while he was at work. He’d shake his head with a ‘tsk’ and simply throw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their playroom.
And that time she had made him play with her, forcing a game of hide and seek before he’d give up in frustration from not finding her for over ten minutes. She’d giggle and reveal she was hiding in the coat closet the whole time and as obvious as it was, he still hadn’t found her.
He wasn’t always a nice daddy. He had his limits when she just wouldn’t listen. Those were the times where he either made her cum back to back with no break until their sheets were soaking wet or he’d refuse to let her cum at all, watching her cry and beg as he’d take the vibrator away from her swollen and overstimulated clit any time she made that face.
He loved when she was desperate for him. She was just too cute. There were times where he’d go on business trips for days and come back to her needy than ever. She’d do anything for him just to have a simple touch.
When he suspected her to have touched herself in that time of need and he’d refuse to give her what she wanted, but he’d let her ride his thigh like the needy crybaby she was. Her panties were so damn wet that when she rose up off of him she left a wet spot on his slacks, proof of how much she had came just from that little bit of release.
“You miss daddy? I know you did, princess” He smiles, those pearly whites shining at her. She melts from the sight.
He loved her reaction when he’d fill her up unexpectedly. He slams into her with that last rough stroke and she’d let a small gasp fall from those plump lips that were once glossed before Trevante had basically kissed it all off. She could feel the liquid threatening to drip from her entrance and she could only hope that was what would get her pregnant with his baby.
She couldn’t help but think of carrying his seed and getting turned on. Sometimes she’d purposely make him cum inside of her so he’d go to work with empty balls and she’d get to run errands filled to the brim with him. Sometimes she’d even stop by a few maternity stores while she was at it too, just out of curiosity(not) before scurrying off to do something else.
He was so sweet. He’d buy her gifts she had been wanting for a long time, no matter how useless or weird it was to him or anybody else, he knew she wanted it and anything princess wanted, princess got. She even had her own room, decorated how she liked with her favorite colors and favorite things.
He was only ever rough with her when she wanted him to be, which was most of the time, but there were times where she wanted to be soft too, and he supplied that also. Some small gestures like fixing the bow in her hair or helping her reach something on the top shelf….or slowly fucking into her as he cradled her head in his large hands, looking into her soft eyes while she pouted, her tummy feeling butterflies every time he’d hit her special spot. He was so tired and fucked out, but he couldn’t stop until he and his princess was drained completely.
The way he ate her out alone was soft. He licked and slurped on her pretty little pearl, complementing her on how good she tasted and how daddy could eat her for hours. She would try not to close her legs and push him away.
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Been an (Awful) Good Girl
Pairing: Rich!Tre x Babygirl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
*This is separate from Mr. Black but with a similar style. Can be read as a future imagine for these two.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This shit rated PORN. Established relationship. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering and oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, daddy and breeding kink if you squint, roleplaying as Santa, all consensual.
Summary: Tre has taken you away to a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway. He roleplays as Santa so he can shimmy down your chimney.
Word Count: 4,653k
A/N: Chile, ya'll can blame this good ass edible and @planetblaque for this one! Sweet lordt. I had to take SEVERAL breaks. Don't look at me for this one. I'm not responsible for what the jazz cabbage provides. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
Masterlist if you're interested about Mr. Black!
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A heavy thud made you gasp with excitement and fear as you headed down the stairs. A man dressed as Santa bent over near the Christmas tree, inspecting the presents there and leaving a few more. You tip-toed further down the stairs until you reached the bottom landing, placing your hand on your hips.
“I hope you’re leaving a good present for me,” you said.
Santa straightened up and turned around slowly, revealing a thick ebony-skinned man. He wore Santa pants with unlaced black boots. Santa’s coat hung open revealing a wide expanse of sexy midnight skin. Rock hard abs was under a subtle layer of fat. There was a Santa hat hanging loosely on his head. He was a man.
God and it killed you every day that you got to love on this man. That he was yours to do whatever you wanted with.
“That depends. Have you been a good girl?” The deep timbre of his voice only added to how aroused you were. When he suggested this getaway to a mountain cabin, you thought that he was out of his rabbit ass mind. Black folk didn’t “do” cabins.
However, you couldn’t resist all the things he’d been teasing you with all week. Every day, he’d whisper something else naughty that he was going to do to you leading up to Christmas. He detailed everything he was going to do as if it were its own treasured present.
All week, he had been edging you, playing with the outermost edges of your clit and pussy. He’d get you so hot and bothered that you thought you’d cum from his voice alone. No matter how many times you begged and pleaded, he refused to allow you to cum. He would whisper all kinds of dirty shit.
When you got to the cabin, he stayed true to his word. Except that he’d edged you more. You were sexually frustrated and you wanted dick right now.
“I’ve been an awful good girl,” you said with a sultry grin.
Santa absently rubbed his stomach as he crooked his finger and you walked closer to him.
He had done a good job of getting the cabin ready for you both. He did all the research, ran it by you for approval, and set to work getting it set up for Christmas. The tree was understated and beautiful with copper and blue baubles. A Black angel in gold robes sat atop the tree with lights lit in her hands.
He had a fire going in the hearth now, warming the entire first floor. It was a good thing too. You were not accustomed to the freezing temperatures in the mountains. The day time wasn’t so bad. But at night? You were shivering your ass off upstairs.
Santa licked his lips as you approached, looking over your outfit for the day. You practically cackled while you were in the store, spending all his money on lingerie. Tonight, you chose a forest green teddy, with gold straps across your hips. It showed off the planes of your belly and connected in the back. It was flimsy and you felt incredibly sexy in it.
By the look in his eyes, it was very much appreciated. He grabbed your hand and made you do a spin for him. You moved your hips dramatically, like a model to show him exactly what he’s been teasing all week.
“Good girls usually stay sleep when Santa comes to visit,” he said. He pulled your hips backwards so that your ass could grind into his hard dick. You bit your lip and suppressed a shudder. You were so needy, you’d suck his dick till the morning if only he’d let you cum already. He grazed your left ear with his teeth.
“I’m too curious,” you said.
He chuckled and you felt the vibration down your back. Did this man have any clue how fucking sexy he was? He had to. He had to know that you were down bad for him.
“Too curious about your presents? That’s very naughty,” he said, drawing out the word. His teeth on your ear were sending electrical currents straight to your pussy. You ached. You needed stimulation and you were tired of waiting. He was a mean asshole but he wasn’t typically this cruel. You didn’t know which side of the bed he woke up on, but he needed to switch up real quick before you got pissed and didn’t want to play anymore.
You took a few deep breaths to calm down. You were too excited. Your teddy was already growing damp. That was just at the promise of dick.
“I’ve been good all year. Can’t I take a little peak?” You asked.
“Hmm, how ‘bout you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want. Let’s see if Santa got it right this year,” he said in your ear.
He stepped away from you and dragged a chair closer. The cabin was so quaint and adorable like all them cheesy ass Hallmark movies. The chair was antique, lovingly restored with a dark stain on it. You were nervous to defile it so crudely, but whatever. Shit wasn’t going to last forever.
He sat down and slapped your ass. You shrieked, not expecting the bite of pain. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a saucy wink. He spread his legs wide enough for you to squeeze your luscious body in between. You sat on his lap, feeling his dick again. You were turned on, he was turned on, was all of this really necessary?
You knew better than to question him. Once he got an idea in his head, it took damn near a miracle to get him to switch it up.
The fabric of his clothes were plush. You settled on his lap and he pulled your hips back until you were all the way on him. He tapped your thighs to get you to hang them over his, leaving you just as spread as he was. More so, since your legs dangled outside of his.
The heat of the fireplace slammed into you, fighting with the heat from inside of you. Your breaths were growing too ragged and painful in your chest. “Nuh-uh, breathe baby girl,” he said. “I ain’t even touch you yet.”
He was right. He thought he was always right but in this instance, he really was right. You took deep breaths, looking into the real flames behind the black grate. Santa’s hands rubbed over your thighs and you gasped, jerking away from him.
He continued to rub your thighs, getting you used to his touch. If you didn’t calm down soon, you were going to burst into little tiny pieces. His hands worked inwards, getting closer to your pussy and you began to grind on his dick. You used the arm rests for support.
You couldn’t help it. You needed to move, to ride. You needed some damn friction. “Tell Santa what you wanted this year. Anything that pops into that pretty empty head,” he said in your ear.
He returned to nibbling on it. You started and stopped multiple times. The heat began to duel in earnest now, sweat gathering on your forehead and in between your breasts. “Since I’ve been so good, I want a new car,” you said.
He knew you had a really hard time asking for shit. He made good money and he liked taking care of you but every single purchase was a small battle of wills. You always lost, but he was getting sick of the guilt you felt over each purchase.
His project this year was to get you to ask for the most outrageous things so that his gifts were “small” in comparison. Last year, his project was to make you rest. He whisked you away for an entire year and refused to let you do anything but sleep and hop on his dick.
“What kind of car?” He asked. “Be specific.”
You whimpered as his pinky fingers played with the very edge of your teddy. It skimmed the sensitive skin in the crease of your legs and you gyrated again, unable to stop.
“I-I want a Range Rover Evoque, Black, 2024 model,” you said. He moved his fingers closer. If he went a bit farther, his fingers would finally rub on your clit.
You were having a hard time breathing. You were out of air as your brain turned fuzzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was how turned on you were. You weren’t sure and didn’t care to know.
“Tell Santa why you want it,” he said.
You weren’t sure it was safe for a human body to contain so much heat. You flushed with it, as if it were a wall of pressure inside of you. You huffed. “It’s simple and unassuming. But has all wheel drive that I can take anywhere,” you said.
“Where you trynna go?” He asked.
“To our winter house in Northern France. A chateau with a huge green house I can visit and walk around all the new plants. Then it has to have a garden too. So big I could get lost in it,” you moaned.
He moved his fingers over the lace covering your clit. That tiny strip of fabric was all that separated you from his fingers. You wished the fireplace would leap out a tiny flame and burn the fabric away. You hated being teased and the bastard knew it.
“That’s my girl,” he said. He moved his right hand and slipped it under your teddy. He groaned when he burrowed his fingers in between your soaked folds.
“I don’t know. You still might end up on the naughty list. Do good girls let Santa play with their pussy?” He asked.
You nodded and shivered. Tingles shot up and down your thighs. Your toes curled around his calves. He was trying to kill you. He was actively committing murder and you were letting him. “Yes. Santa has to be taken care of too, right?” You asked.
“What if I had a Mrs. Clause?” He asked.
“Then she’d be having a very lonely Christmas considering it’s my pussy you’re playing with,” you said.
Santa chuckled and removed his fingers. “Wait! No!” You cried.
He moaned while he licked his lips. Smacked his lips. “Good girls don’t have filthy mouths, baby girl,” he said.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!”
“Tell me what else you want and maybe I’ll go back to playing with it,” he said.
You grunted in frustration. You were going to get his ass back for this. When he least expected it. Maybe the next time he showered, you were going to drop to your knees and suck him to the point of cumming. Then you were going to stop and make him suffer like he made you suffer all week.
The thought helped you plan your next ask. “I want a private island. With a private plane I can take whenever I want,” you said.
“A private island, huh? With on site staff?” He asked.
“Yes!” You ground into him based on that hit of gravel in his throat. He wasn’t entirely immune to what you were doing. He liked to act a big game, but he wasn’t made of steel. Although with that thing between his legs…
“What you gon’ do with this private island?” He asked.
“Walk on the beach naked,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t see you, but your words hit their mark. His hips slipped forward. He chuckled.
“Oh, we got jokes tonight,” he said.
You shuddered. “Fuck,” you panted. “I will walk around naked, get in the water naked. I might even lay on my beach and fuck myself with my fingers.” You moved your hand to do just that. Fuck him. He pushed you too far this time.
His fingers searched for your wet heat, pushing inside and you cried out. You leaned your head back, leaning on his shoulder. You were at an odd angle, your back curved a touch too far. You didn’t care. He was finally touching you.
Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he dipped three in at once. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your right hand reached back to grip his bicep. The muscles squeezed and you held on by digging your nails in.
“I can definitely deliver on some of them things. But I think what I got you is much better. That’s if I decide you’ve been good,” he said.
You didn’t give a fuck what he said. You were grinding on his fingers while he pumped them inside you. Your arousal made you grip his fingers and he groaned at the extra pressure. “Nahh, you been too naughty. Talking back, disobeying orders, potty mouth.”
You whined. “Please, I’ll do anything,” you panted.
“Anything?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, wiggling your hips. Fuck! His fingers weren’t enough!
“Sit on my face then,” he said.
Your hips stuttered as his words sunk in. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t want to squish–”
“I die, I die,” he said.
You laughed despite yourself. “I’d miss you too much if you did,” you said. Fuck. You wanted his dick and he wasn’t going to make it easy. How did he know you so well?
“Okay, okay,” you agreed. Fuck it. Santa chuckled as he withdrew his fingers again. He sucked on them, groaning at your taste. The small room was filled with the scent of your arousal. The thick musk tickled your nose. You felt naughty as hell. Okay, maybe there was something to this role playing business.
You stood up and the chair scooted across the hardwood floor, grooves be damned. Before the hearth, there was a thick bearskin rug. On top of it, there were two other thick blankets with smooth downy fabric.
You knelt down while Santa joined you. He got onto his back. The Santa jacket and boots had come off. His skin flickered with the light of the flames. Shadows played across his chest. You licked your lips as you straddled his chest. He scooted down while you scooted upwards towards his mouth.
Nerves made your hands shake and thighs quake. Your pussy moved over his face and he adjusted himself beneath you. He pressed his nose into your wet core and breathed deeply.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He flicked his thumb over the thin material before yanking your teddy to the side.
“Shit’s so fucking creamy, baby girl,” he said.
You moaned while he pulled you down onto his face. You tried to use your knees to hover, but he was yanking you down anyway so that you literally sat on his face. His tongue started to move, flexing with his jaw. He was in it deep already. His thick beard rubbed your pussy and you moaned uncontrollably.
“Oh my god,” you moaned. Your hands dropped to his head. Your body started to move, riding his face. You were flooding his face with your arousal. It practically dripped out of you and onto his chin, into his beard, and into his mouth.
He moaned while he ate you out. The vibrations made his lips tingle. Pressed against your clit just so, you twitched and were shaking out your release. Your moans bounced in the cozy cabin. You screamed it all out. Such undiluted pleasure had you seeing through the roof and into the starry night sky.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned.
Santa continued to slurp up your essence. The loud sucking made your pussy flutter. “So fuckin’ creamy, shit,” he moaned. Harsh breaths escaped him and you felt slightly guilty. However, not too guilty because fuck that was amazing.
You didn’t have to worry about crushing him or wondering when he would tap out with an apology. Your head was silent for once. You were just a vessel for pleasure and at his mercy.
“Roll over,” he said.
You climbed off of him and flipped onto your back. He moved and leaned up onto his knees, scooting in between your legs and dropped his pants. He pressed his massive thighs against yours, pushing you nearly in half.
He laid down into a push-up style position. His hands were on either side of you, pushing your thighs down even more against your body. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick swung lazily over your pussy.
“Oh please, baby. Please, please,” you begged with an edge of panic.
Your feet dangled over his shoulders and you pushed them inward, wrapped around his head. He finally lined up perfectly, and began to sink in slowly.
Your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck, me!” You moaned.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned tiredly.
He ought to be fucking tired from all that teasing he did! You bit your lip to keep from cursing him till kingdom come. He knew how long and thick he was. He knew he needed to get you sopping wet before even attempting this shit. But a week? A week of fucking teasing?
Your tight hole squeezed his dick and he moaned, stopping about halfway in. “Breathe for me, baby girl. Breathe and let me into that sexy pussy,” he coaxed with a deep rumble in his chest.
You took deep breaths and willed your body to relax. You were just so excited, you didn’t know how you were still conscious. You relaxed enough for him to keep sliding in deeper. You jerked and moaned as he kissed your cervix. You grunted and groaned, a delicious burn working its way around the edges of your pussy.
Fully seated, he stopped and let you adjust around him. He didn’t wait long to pull out and then slide back in, rougher. Your thighs slapped together like a thunderclap. You panted and your legs shook over his shoulders.
Your hands flew to your knees to keep them closed around him. Otherwise, your legs would drop open and he’d split you in half. On second thought…
You let your knees fall open, opening you wider. Santa grinned, looking between your bodies at where you joined. His jaw worked, gathering spit, and spat on your pussy. An inhuman glint entered his eye as he fucked it into you.
Your moans continued to get louder as he slammed roughly into you. That long dick speared you from the inside out. But he was immediately hitting your G-spot. Your moans turned feral and animalistic as you felt indescribable pleasure.
Your thighs made loud and filthy smacks the harder he clapped your pussy. You gushed on his dick and the sticky suction noise joined the symphony of filth.
“I’m-I’m-I,” you couldn’t speak.
“That’s okay. You let me worry about that. Don’t you want me to feel it?”
You nodded and blinked into his eyes. He looked down at you. “Aww, look at you letting me hit this fuckin’ raw. You been such a filthy slut this year,” he said.
“Shit,” you moaned.
“You hear how hard I’m beating this shit?” He asked.
You could only nod. He licked his lips as he looked at your bouncing breasts, barely held in check by the teddy. “Pussy talkin’ hella loud.”
“Oh my god,” you breathed. You were shaking badly now, twisting and writhing beneath him.
“Mhm, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’ to me.”
You finally let go, the orgasm wrapping a giant hand around you and squeezed the very breath from your lungs. Your mouth worked, but all you let out was a strangled, incoherent moan.
“There it is. Ou, feelin’ so fuckin’ good. You such a filthy little slut, ain’t you? Gettin’ dick from Santa this year. Let me hear that pussy screamin’ for me,” he said.
Your chest continuously caved in as you screamed with pleasure. Screamed to the heavens above that you were getting phenomenal dick that constantly emptied your head of all thoughts. You operated on pure feeling now. The deep, long strong of his dick. The slap of his thighs on yours. His groans and grunts as he watched himself disappear inside of you.
You shook violently on your way down. You pouted a bit. He didn’t cum. You stuck your bottom lip out and he grinned. He leaned down into the pushup, pressing his lips to yours. He dominated your kiss, running his tongue in a circle around your lips. Then he dived his tongue inside. You still faintly smelled yourself on his breath.
“You think I’m done with you?” His lips hovered above yours and you whined, wanting to continue kissing him. He lowered but before your lips fully connected, he leaned back. You chased his mouth but he leaned too far away.
You turned puppy dog eyes towards him and stuck out your bottom lip again. He chuckled. He bit your bottom lip and pulled. His hips still worked roughly against you, fucking into you with reckless abandon.
“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he began to kiss down your body. He licked certain parts of your skin, before zeroing in your nipple through your teddy. You hissed and jerked, moving away from it. He held on, getting the fabric wet with his spit.
“Not even this sweet pussy of yours can make me put you on the nice list,” he said.
“Shit,” you moaned. You threw your head back as another orgasm tugged on your core. He leaned up and licked this thumb, pressing it against your clit. You growled as your pleasure seemed to ramp higher and go further. You clutched onto his forearms, too weak to say or do anything.
Your eyes crossed while his thumb furiously worked your clit. “Get that pussy talkin’ again. I ain’t hear her the first time.”
He slipped out of you while you were still shaking from the last orgasm. “Ohhh.” your lips moaned, a desperate echo making your voice warble. Your body twitched beneath him. He just watched as you squirmed. 1
“How many orgasms does it take to get me to bust?” He asked.
His dirty words were activating a different switch in your mind. You became competitive and pathetic as you gyrated, trying to shove his dick back inside. You wanted his cum and you hated that he turned you into an animal, too fucked out to care about how you looked or what you showed him in your eyes.
He scooted back and roughly turned you over onto your knees. You flopped around, your arms too weak to help yourself. “Get up on them fuckin’ knees.”
You whined and whimpered as you slowly got into position. He pushed your thighs further apart with his knees and entered you in one deep thrust.
“Fuck! Baby! Too much!” You pushed your hand back against his broad chest. He slapped your hand away.
“Nuh-uh, move that hand,” he said.
“Too much, Daddy!” You screamed. His strokes were hitting the deepest part of you and you were screaming the national anthem for all you knew.
“Oh! I’m Daddy now?” He asked.
“Daddy, please!” You whined. You slammed your ass on his dick with his help. His hand smacked your ass with such force that you fell back from the recoil.
“Fuck! Look at that shit go,” he grunted. Your hand pushed against his body again.
“Move that fuckin’ hand, now!”
Your wails were grating on your own nerves. You moved your arm. “You know what I wanna hear if you want me to stop,” he said.
No, you didn’t want to use that word. The minute you did, he would stop and want to check in with you. You didn’t want words now. You didn’t want to reason and explain yourself. You just wanted to blow your hip out.
You gripped the sheets beneath you and held on. “Yeah, that’s right. Good girls listen to Santa,” he said.
You gripped his dick and rode him like your life depended on it. He landed a few more smacks to your ass. “Watching this ass shake, hmm, I’m ready to bust. You think this one gon’ be it?”
You drooled onto the bed as your orgasm crested once more, putting pressure on your lower belly, and gripping him tighter. You bit the blanket beneath you as you groaned. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered.
“Hmm, don’t she talk so pretty,” he moaned.
He grunted as he finally spilled inside of you. Fuck, there was so much of it. You worried briefly if you wouldn’t get fucking pregnant off of this. You were meticulous about your birth control and you weren’t ovulating.
But you could believe it if you ended up pregnant off of this dick tonight. If he had some type of magic dick that got you pregnant with a single thought. He fucked his cum into you, plugging you full of it.
“Goddamn it, baby girl,” he grunted. His leg shook as the final pulse pushed into you deeper.
He retreated slowly. His cum immediately pushed out in a thick, creamy wad. You groaned as it slid down your pussy and dripped beneath you. You wouldn’t be able to look at bear rugs the same.
“Shit,” he panted. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you.
“Might fuck around and give you some kids, baby girl. Would you like that? You want my baby?” He asked.
He rubbed your ass as he continued to watch his cum leak from your body. You probably looked like a stuffed donut.
“Nahh, not yet. I’m not done spoiling you,” he said.
You sniveled as tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of love for this man. How he always took care of you and pampered you. You didn’t have to lift a finger when he was around. It was so intoxicating. You feared that one day you truly would let him spoil you and not give two shits.
He wiped your tears away and brought it to his lips. He moaned when he sucked your tears off. “Fuck, baby girl. You wanted some more dick, this is how you ask,” he said.
He entered you again and you cried out. You fell face forward onto the blanket, your face facing the hearth. Heat waves warmed your face instantly. The light cast long rays in your vision as it swam with tears and bliss.
Your fingers were too weak to properly hold onto the blanket. Your cheek rubbed against the damp spot from your spit.
“She got somethin’ more to say, huh?” Santa asked.
You nodded and moaned as your wails reached a new crescendo. You gripped his dick again, sucking him deep into your body.
Santa moved his left hand to palm your scalp. He flexed his fingers and pulled your hair back. His right hand smacked your ass once and then he was pushing it into your anus. “Oh shit!” You moaned.
“I’m gonna have to bring you more of these from the North Pole, baby girl,” he said.
“I bought two of every color,” you said.
His hips snapped forward as he unloaded again inside of you. Hot splashes of his cum pushed against your G-spot and you cried out, sinking onto his dick with a powerful, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm that twisted you like a pretzel and folded you like a bagel.
He lazily continued to fuck into you as he groaned and spent every ounce left in his balls. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder.
“Damn, baby, thank you,” he whispered and kissed behind your ear. You were too fucked out to respond. You just softly moaned.
He dropped a kiss to your cheek and you felt him smile against it.
“Wait till you see what I do to you on New Year’s.”
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The faces of Mocha.
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I would like to request Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Trevante Rhodes, or Pablo Schreiber. Any one of them please.
I have a Trevante Rhodes one already in the works along with Yahya. I’ll get around to either one of these soon and publish them for you. If you have a specific request, please kindly let me know with the plot 🤍 hoping to drop the Trevante one tomorrow some time
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Wait wait wait. If we’re talking about holo-formers, what are your thoughts on them all? Especially with the new face for Ironhide.
i really only have a few established!
my bumblebee holo-avatar has always been taron egerton
we talked about michael b jordan as jazz, but tbh i've been noodling and i would sell my soul for a trevante rhodes moment — it's good, it's a lil older, a lil wiser
ironhide has rightfully been established by anon as jon bernthal (esp with beard bc wowee) and he must be bleeding/bruised at anu given time
optimus was idris, but i am kinda meh on this. i wanna know who you all imagine him as.
prowl's holoform is based on richard armitage in my fics bc sharp nose is canon
rodimus, despite me not having written for him a ton, has always been a james ransone type in my mind bc chaos
other than that, i think i've left most of it up for our imaginations?
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𝐢. introduction.
Name: Dominic King
Age: 32
Faceclaim: Trevante Rhodes
Neighborhood: Riveroak Farms
Occupation: Owner of The Red Rabbit & Early Rise Gym
𝐢𝐢. biography.
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With nothing but a name from his parents, Dominic King entered life in an orphanage at just over a year old when his parents were killed in a tragic car accident and there being no next of kin to take the young Dominic. Life for him became a revolving door of foster homes, most finding his aloof behavior and lack of willingness to connect a problem. It went on for years until at 16, Dominic jumped off the merry-go-round of it all and set out to street life on his own with the friends he had made. The teenager had long been a hooligan by that point, running with a youth gang he was brought into and finding a sense of unity amongst the young boys that varied in their teenage years. It was the closest he had felt to what a family bond could have or might have been, considering the boys his brothers.
Trouble seemed to find him and the crew always but while Dominic wasn’t all that tall, he was athletically built and strong. He had a maturity about him beyond his years so when it came to fighting with rivals or people that simply didn’t want to put up with their wild behavior, Dominic almost always came out the victor. He attained a natural instinct when it came to fighting and that coupled with his physical capabilities, Dominic began fighting in an underground circuit for the monetary prize. It was another way to put food in his stomach and assure another day of survival as life on the streets could be brutal. He used some of his winnings to pay for training at an actual gym with boxing and MMA coaches, anything to give him the upper hand and also he entertained ideas of pursuing a career as one or the other.
Life had other ideas for Dominic and once hitting the club scene, finding himself swimming in both drugs and women like never before, partying became his way of spending most of his time. He still trained but Dominic had outgrown the boys he ran with. Other interests had a hold of him and his body began filling up with tattoos and piercings. He DJ’d around the city, did some occasional modeling, and picked up a camera becoming an amateur photographer. The other thing in his life that was setting him free of the shackles the street had on him was that after 18 he was allowed the inheritance and will his parents had left him. It turned out that his father had been a wealthy man, having been a prominent real estate developer around the South—it left Dominic with millions suddenly at his disposal. Aside from some traveling, he wanted to be smart about the money so he bought space in a high rise, the top floor of the building and began renovating to create a club of his own.
Citta was the name he gave his ultra-lounge and since it wasn’t a regular nightclub it offered Atlanta’s residents and visitors a different experience. Dominic had mostly avoided any serious relationships in his life when it came to romance, there were a few ladies over time when he reached his twenties that he became close to and had what could’ve been considered a relationship. As always, he simply had a hard time connecting with people on a deep level and it was usually because he saw the end before it ever really began. Now, at 32, he’s living life how he had never imagined—with a popular lounge and more than enough money in the bank, leaving him to enjoy rather than struggle which is what the once orphan thought it would all be. Ending up in Covington was something he took longer to consider, though when the time came he was easily able to relocate himself and start up like he had when he’d first come into money.
The move into small town life and out of the big city came out of a need for big change. A successful lounge in Atlanta was great but Dominic kept falling into bad habits and old ways when it came to the club and party scene. He’d also gotten into a bit of trouble and needed an extreme escape from the life he’d been living. The trek to Covington was drastic but it felt needed. Once there and somewhat settled he opened up Early Rise Gym, and the entrepreneur mindset he’d taken on decided on a strip club as well. The Red Rabbit was born out of a desire to stay in touch with the nightlife but also to offer Covington a little more flavor than what he’d seen in his house hunt upon deciding to move. When it came to the gym he wasn’t competitive any longer in the underground circuit but a grappling coach convinced him to keep training and Dominic wanted to give space to those like minded when it came to fitness. He’s disciplined but the night life still calls to him more than it should.
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Hey you guys!
I'm doing a 12 Days of Christmas where I'm writing 12 shorts/oneshots/imagines involving either: Killmonger, M'Baku, Adonis Creed, Trevante Rhodes, or Johnathan Majors.
I've tagged everyone who I think wants to be tagged. If anything changes or if anyone sees this and wants to be added, let me know. 👌🏾
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the Best Sci-Fi Movies on Netflix Right Now
Embark on an interstellar journey where the boundaries of reality dissolve, and imagination takes flight. Brace yourself for a warp-speed adventure through the cosmos with our curated selection of mind-bending science fiction wonders!
5. Annihilation (2018)
EW grade: A- (read the review)
Director: Alex Garland
Talent: Natalie Portman, Oscar Isaac, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Gina Rodriguez, Tessa Thompson, Tuva Novotny
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In the swamplands of Florida there sits a forcefield that formed after a meteor hit the area. Separated from regular life by a kaleidoscopic shell whose circumference continues to expand, The Shimmer, as it’s called, has claimed the lives of every man who has gone inside — except one. Biologist Lena (Natalie Portman) lost her husband Kane (Oscar Isaac) after he was presumably killed during a military operation, but when Kane returns home with his memory gone and his health failing, Lena looks for answers.
She then joins an all-female research team consisting of a physicist, a geologist, a paramedic, and a psychologist, all of whom volunteer to enter The Shimmer in what amounts to a suicide mission. While inside, the women find a gorgeous world that defies nature — but the mutations taking place within threaten to destroy the women, their team, and eventually, the world.
4. Anon (2018)
EW grade: (read the review)
Director: Andrew Niccol
Cast: Clive Owen, Amanda Seyfried, Colm Feore, Mark O’Brien,
Privacy and anonymity are luxuries afforded to no one in the 2018 British-American sci-fi thriller Anon. Clive Owen stars as Detective Sal Frieland, a troubled cop operating in a dystopia where the entire populace is implanted with an ocular device intended to record and track the movements of the people around them. The government’s transparency methods ensure that all criminal activity is caught on tape — but when a mysterious woman with no digital footprint (Amanda Seyfried) crosses paths with Sal, he realizes she might have a connection with a series of unsolved murders he’s investigating. Director Andrew Niccol tells EW “I always wanted to do a movie about privacy and the fact that there was never a war for privacy, because we already lost — we gave away our privacy without a fight, all for convenience.
3. Bird Box (2018)
EW grade: B (read the review)
Director: Susanne Bier
Cast: Sandra Bullock, Trevante Rhodes, John Malkovich, Danielle Macdonald, Sarah Paulson, Machine Gun Kelly
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Sight becomes a handicap in Bird Box, a post-apocalyptic thriller where the enemy must go unseen, or else. Sandra Bullock stars as Malorie Hayes, a woman responsible for transporting two young children down a river while wearing blindfolds, a strategy intended to help the survivors avoid seeing the entities that attacked Earth five years earlier, and who cause those who look upon them to commit suicide. Jumping between their present journey and the past events that led Malorie and the children to this point, director Susanne Bier leans into the tension of the unknown and relies on her talented but eclectic cast to do the rest. Released the same year as A Quiet Place, and possessing a somewhat similar premise, Bird Box received less attention when it first premiered, but this sci-fi horror film is a great option for fans of both genres.
2. Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018)
Director: David Slade
Cast: Fionn Whitehead, Will Poulter, Craig Parkinson, Tallulah Rose Haddon, Catriona Knox
As it turns out, the only thing missing from the British anthology series, Black Mirror, was options. In Black Mirror: Bandersnatch, the TV show gets a movie makeover, but with a twist: The film was shot in the style of a “choose your own adventure” novel, and viewers are able to customize their viewing experience through their scene selections. Centered around a young programmer named Stefan (Fionn Whitehead), Bandersnatch follows Stefan’s journey in developing a video game for a famous gaming company, a journey that puts Stefan under a great deal of mental and emotional stress, and results in one of ten main endings. Black Mirror is beloved for its eldritch and tech-focused content, and Bandersnatch keeps that tone alive, using the main storyline to explore themes like free will and mind control, even as the viewers’ choices drive the story forward.
Don’t Look Up (2021)
EW grade: B (read the review)
Director: Adam McKay
Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence, Jonah Hill, Meryl Streep, Timothee Chalamet, Ariana Grande, Cate Blanchett, Mark Rylance, Melanie Lynskey, Chris Evans
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As a comet sets its sights on Earth and prepares to wipe out human civilization, two astronomers (Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence) rush to warn the world of the impending collision — only to discover the world doesn’t really care. “Based on events that haven’t happened yet,” as the film’s trailer states, Don’t Look Up is a sci-fi satire that skewers climate deniers and government inaction in the face of scientific evidence pointing to looming catastrophe. Directed by Adam McKay (Vice, The Big Short), and featuring everyone in Hollywood from Jonah Hill and Meryl Streep to Timothee Chalamet and Ariana Grande, Don’t Look Up offers great jokes and fun cameos, but be warned: it’s not exactly light fare. Still, as far as sci-fi comedies go, this one is worth a watch — just don’t think too deeply about the implications of the film’s ending.
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plus older henry would be sexy like why pretend you wouldnt smash if given the chance
exactly exactly. i'm imagining trevante rhodes adjacent (at least i was until i discovered he's literally only two years older than joe keery but whatever). steve sees him for the first time, possibly being a dad to sam, and he's like. welp. that's it then. figured out what i want out of life
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BB Records Character Guide pt. 2
MEET THE MEN
Michael (36)
Drummer in the live band brought in to accompany the MINX girls during their live performances and tours.
Trevante (33)
Lead producer at BB Records and Ronnie Rollin's nephew. Has a history with Ameera and Camille.
Lex James (36)
Ameera's cousin and the city's resident drug kingpin.
#michael b. jordan#trevante rhodes#tyler lepley#michael b. jordan imagine#trevante rhodes imagine#tyler lepley imagine
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SMILE FOR ME, DADDY.
Chiron x BLACK!FEM!reader
WARNINGS:18+, pussy is being licked like ice cream on a hot country summer day!, no relation between reader and Chiron, y’all just bein nasty, Short.
SUMMARY:reader likes Chiron’s grillz and he shows her they look good on her too..*wink wink*
(Pt2)
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It all started with you askin’ him about those damn grillz.
“Pretty boy!”
“Smile for me, daddy!” You and your friends playfully yelled at the men across the parking lot, their attention landing on your entire group regardless of all the other people around them hooting and hollering about how nice their cars was.
They smiled nicely like it wasn’t nothing, the grillz in question gleaming in the streetlights. All grillz had different designs and colors. One was silver with diamonds riddling the top and bottom, one was gold with crosses engraved on it, one was in the shape of an AK on the man’s top row with the bottom slugged out with silver, and one just had simple gold, but that was all you had to see to make that kitty pur.
You all went silent, giggling amongst each other as the opposite group detached themselves from the hoods of their drop top rides, striding over to y’all. You got nervous with every step, your hands starting to shake. Each and every one of them picked a girl out for themselves to talk to, and you were last, the most intimidating one of them all approaching you. He was tall, nice beard, skin looked like glazed dark chocolate in all these lights, and his golden pendants and grillz only made all that pop. You could have fainted right then and there with how he was looking at you. Like he wanted to take a bite with those same golds.
“You said you want me to do what, ma?” He asked, licking his lips. You got a peak of the bright jewels in his mouth, your eyes twinkling with every sight of it.
“I- I said…I wanted to see them grillz”
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“FUCK! Ouuu, fuck!” You moaned, your hand gripping onto the velvet seats of the car that belonged to this man whose name you still didn’t know. How you went from asking to see his grillz to him sticking his entire tongue inside of you with no remorse for his seats? You had no idea, but you were damn sure gonna enjoy a handsome face being in your lap.
He wasn’t just kissing or sucking, he was making love to that pussy, like he actually loved the pussy. His tongue knew no limits, licking up and down from your throbbing clit all the way down to your ass. That’s how you knew he was a real freak, y’all only talked for about an hour. Your legs was lifted up so high you were sure a plane would think you were telling them to land right on top of y’all. Not to mention the top on the car was still down and y’all were still in the parking lot where the car meet took place. Thankfully, everyone had left, hearing about a street racing event that was happening downtown. You were too busy getting your soul sucked out through your clit to care about it.
He spread your lips with his thumbs and spat down onto your clit, watching it drip down to your entrance and spill on his seat. Sticking his tongue out, he only uses the tip to play with your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your stomach started to flip and cave in from the powerful orgasm you were about to have. Once again you caught a glimpse of those beautiful golds in his mouth, just shining at you, not to mention the feeling of the warm material sitting against your pussy every time he decides to put his entire mouth on you, collecting the juices that had attempted to fall.
“OH MY GOD!” You squealed, your pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. Suddenly he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, the sound of macaroni being stirred filling the car as he began thrusting his fingers at an angle inside of you while sucking. He felt your pussy contract around him, clamping down until you sprayed your juices all over him like a broken water pipe. “OH SHIT!” Was all you could say as you watched in awe, the force being so strong that you actually slammed your head back against the cars door. You continued to squirt through your surprise and confusion, wetting up his seats, beard, and white tee. And get this, the night still wasn’t over.
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Me and my grillz kink back at it again???
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The tags: ‘Akello vibes’ https://at.tumblr.com/tricitymonsters/wiha-jun-trevante-rhodes-bruiser-dir-miles/34nqsazsirg7
THATS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT WHEN I SAW THIS AHHHHHHHHHH
I was dm'd as this post made the rounds this morning by a couple people and BOY OH BOY were they right. I always imagine Akello as someone who was like really cut once- maybe undergrad sports or something- and then as he aged like a fine wine got a bit more of that delightful padding. Its so easy for my brain to picture 20 Something Akello like this oough.
#akello#you ever think up a man so hot you just kinda have to hold onto something so you don't just collapse#that's me thinking about akello#thank you for asking
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" Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wicked people, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover's inward eye."
—Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye.
KOFI SIRIOBE as himself.
twenty nine years old.
BRANDY as naomi uru.
thirty two years old.
DENZEL WASHINGTON as hassan uru.
thirty eight years old.
recurring cast.
chiron - trevante rhodes.
bryant - jamie foxx.
leslie - queen latifah.
chief - tony goldywn.
raina - kehlani.
chidinma - kimberly elise.
mama abedi - angela bassett.
taj - cam'ron.
alonzo - kairo whitfield.
ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED. No parts of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form by any means. Being that this is a work of fiction, characters, names, and incidents that happen are products of my imagination or they are used fictitiously. Any relations to people (living or dead) or actual events is purely coincidental. Any form of stealing or copying of this work will result in me unpublishing this book.
This book is aimed for a young adult audience. Mature themes such as descriptive writings of sexual content, gore, drug abuse, and domestic violence will be mentioned throughout the story. Viewer discretion is advised.
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Film Friday:5 Best Movies to Watch During Black History Month
In honor of Black History Month, Film Friday presents five essential films to watch: Malcolm X, I'm Not Your Negro, One Night in Miami..., Moonlight, and 12 Years a Slave. These films offer a powerful and moving exploration of the Black experience in America. Chronicling the struggles and triumphs of African Americans throughout history. From Spike Lee's epic biopic of Malcolm X to Barry Jenkins's poetic coming-of-age tale Moonlight, these films are essential viewing for anyone who wants to understand the American experience.
Malcolm X
Spike Lee's epic biopic of the controversial Black Nationalist leader is a powerful and moving film that remains relevant today. Denzel Washington gives a towering performance as Malcolm X, capturing his charisma, intelligence, and complexity.
The film chronicles Malcolm's life from his childhood in Nebraska to his rise to prominence as a leader of the Nation of Islam. It also explores his break with the Nation of Islam and his subsequent pilgrimage to Mecca, which led him to a more universal message of human brotherhood.
Malcolm X is a challenging film, but it is also an essential one. It is a film that forces us to confront the legacy of racism in America and to question the nature of violence and resistance.
https://youtu.be/sx4sEvhYeVE
I'm Not Your Negro
I'm Not Your Negro is a 2016 American documentary film directed by Raoul Peck. It is based on James Baldwin's unfinished manuscript, Remember This House, and narrated by Samuel L. Jackson. The film explores race relations in the United States through the lives of Baldwin's friends and mentors, Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King Jr.
I'm Not Your Negro is a powerful and moving film. That offers a unique perspective on the American civil rights movement. Peck does an excellent job of weaving together Baldwin's words with archival footage and interviews, and Jackson's narration is simply superb. The film is a must-see for anyone interested in American history, race relations, or social justice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNUYdgIyaPM
One Night in Miami...
One Night in Miami... is a powerful and thought-provoking film. That imagines a fictionalized conversation between four iconic Black men in 1964: Cassius Clay (now known as Muhammad Ali), Jim Brown, Sam Cooke, and Malcolm X. Set on the night of Clay's victory over Sonny Liston, the film explores the complex. And often conflicting views of these men on the civil rights movement, their place in society, and the future of Black America.
Regina King's directorial debut is masterful, and she elicits stunning performances from her cast. Particularly Eli Goree as Clay, Kingsley Ben-Adir as Malcolm X, Leslie Odom Jr. as Cooke, and Aldis Hodge as Brown. The film beautifully shot and edited, and the dialogue sharp and insightful.
One Night in Miami... a must-see for anyone interested in American history, the civil rights movement, or simply great filmmaking. It is a film that will stay with you long after the credits have rolled.
https://youtu.be/ZprXMxKg--w
Moonlight
Barry Jenkins's Moonlight is a poetic and deeply moving coming-of-age story about a young Black man named Chiron growing up in Miami. The film told in three chapters, depicting Chiron's childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, as he struggles to come to terms with his identity and sexuality.
Jenkins's direction is masterful, creating a visually stunning and emotionally evocative film. The performances are all excellent, with Mahershala Ali, Naomie Harris, and Trevante Rhodes delivering particularly standout turns.
Moonlight is a film that will stay with you long after you've seen it. It is a powerful and moving exploration of identity, masculinity, and love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NJj12tJzqc
12 Years a Slave
12 Years a Slave is a harrowing and unforgettable film that tells the true story of Solomon Northup. A free black man who kidnapped and sold into slavery in the antebellum South. The film is unflinching in its depiction of the brutality and inhumanity of slavery. But it also offers a moving testament to the resilience and dignity of the human spirit.
Chiwetel Ejiofor gives a powerful and nuanced performance as Northup, conveying the character's strength, resilience, and unwavering hope in the face of unimaginable adversity. The supporting cast is also excellent, with Lupita Nyong'o delivering a heartbreaking performance as Patsey, a fellow slave who subjected to horrific abuse.
Director Steve McQueen crafts a visually stunning and emotionally resonant film that is both deeply disturbing and profoundly inspiring. 12 Years a Slave is a must-see film for anyone. Who wants to understand the legacy of slavery and its impact on American society.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z02Ie8wKKRg
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