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Jorja Smith for i-D Magazine (2023) Photography: Alasdair McLellan

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AYO EDEBIRI

By Tyler Mitchell for Beyond Noise Magazine (April 2024)

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here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded

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The fact that this joke is from the very first episode (which aired in January 1997) is messing with me.

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Inked

Paring: Jack Harlow x F! tattooed reader

CW: mention of tattoo needles, unprotected sex, anal play.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: first smut in a bit! reworked a draft that was collecting dust for literal years.

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“What do you think?” You stood from the table in the tattoo parlor while the artist helped you to your feet. He was the one who gave you your first tattoo all the way to this one, which now put you into the double digits. You spun around to look in the mirror on the wall. There was the freshly-inked skin, the upper part of your ass cheek. Particularly the spot where Jack’s hand tended to rest when his arm was around you. Permanently written on the fleshy area was J.Harlow. “Obsessed,” you finally said to him. All of your tattoos gave you a rush – from the initial idea, the time designing it, the actual tattooing process, and then getting used to the new art on your body. But, while this one was a simpler design than many of your others, it had an extra thrill due to its significance. Jack’s name was tattooed on your ass.

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Jack smut request

Jack starts touching reader in front of all his friends at his house. Ignoring everyone who’s calling or talking to him. He starts fondling and sucking y/n’s nipples in front of all them and doesn’t care if they watch. Fingering and making her squirt

Watchin’ You

Paring: Jack Harlow x Female Reader

Content Warning: Smut (18+), fingering, squirting, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 1k

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Tucked into the corner of the suede sectional couch, you reached out for Jack.

"What is it?" he asked as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

"Are they ever going to pick a movie?" You huffed the question, watching on as Urban, Druski, and a handful of other Jack's friends battled over the TV remote. You'd think it was a life-or-death situation. Each man was presenting their suggestion like a court case.

You pouted a little, making Jack lean into you closely and nuzzle your neck. "Don't pout," he murmured, then his tongue darted out and struck your neck.

The sensation sent chills across your body. "I can think of a lot more things that we could be doing," you whispered, only to be cut short by Druski yanking the remote from Urban.

"Trash, absolute trash," he snapped at Urban's movie pick, who then fired back at him.

"Oh yeah?" Jack pressed another kiss into your neck while his hand brushed the underside of your boobs.

Your eyes settled closed and you craned your neck to grant him more access, to show him to keep going with whatever he felt like starting. Jack took the message, kissing down your neck and collarbone and letting his hand meet where his lips stopped--the top of your cleavage.

You hummed, all the while the rest of the guys continued scrapping at one another. Jack's hand slid down your shirt into your bra, cupping your chest and then finding your nipple right away. With his mouth suctioned to your neck, he pinched at your nipples. The slight pressure had you clenching around nothing.

It was like he could read your mind when his hand lurched down the front of your pants and thong. Jack's hot kisses inched up your neck, jaw, and cheek and finally settled on your lips in a deep kiss. A little chuckle vibrated from his mouth as he slipped his fingers around in your wetness. He clearly approved how turned on you were.

His first and middle fingers pressed into your clit, circling quickly and sending your body into a jitter. The warmth of his tongue grazed yours, and the way Jack was so focused on you told you there was no going back on this.

You reached across your body for him, raking a hand through his curls and even knocking his backward hat off in the process. You couldn't help it, it was too intense to hold it in. But when Jack's fingers ventured down, gliding inside of you with one push of his wrist, you may have seen a shooting star behind your eyelids.

You pulled back, panting slightly and opening your eyes for the first time. At some point during the heat of the moment, all of Jack's friends quit their bickering. Each set of eyes was fixated on you, a raw curiosity on all the men's faces.

Maybe they finally found something better to watch than all those movies?

The stares didn't bother you. It was quite the opposite. No such thing as performance anxiety when Jack was moments away from making you come.

He used another hand to inch down your pants lower. "You want it, huh? You want this? They watchin’ you.”

You moaned, kissing him deeper and nodding enthusiastically. Jack pushed his hips forward and you felt confused, thinking something might have gotten pinned between the two of you.

But you reached for it, eyes still closed as Jack worked his fingers inside of you. The stiffness pressed against the outside of your thigh was Jack. His cock straining in his jeans. You traced his rock-hard length, jerking and stroking in a way that almost didn't make sense. It didn't matter though, because the combination of his curling fingers and arousal jammed against you had your whole body buckling under the pressure.

The budding pleasure skyrocketed, making your core tighten and your breaths hitch. It wasn't just a small orgasm, this was a full-body release and you had the perfect audience. While your inner walls spasmed against Jack's rough fingers, a deeper spasm took over and with that came an overwhelming release that you couldn't fight even if you wanted to.

As you squirted, the sound of Jack's fingers squelching only got louder. You opened your eyes between moans, surveying the room of men watching you. As they exchanged quick looks of disbelief at one another, smirks formed on their lips. Urban even had a glimmer in his eye.

"Fuck," you huffed, taking a grip on Jack's trapped cock again. So desperate to deliver some pleasure to him, you stroked. But you also shifted your eyes to his friends, smiling deviously. Now they knew what they were missing. Now they knew why Jack was so-called pussy whipped by you.

"That's fuckin' it," Jack said, finally slowing his wrist and pulling his lips off you. He loved making your squirt but was fully aware it was something that didn't happen every time for you. Usually, a lot of foreplay, teasing, and buildup was the key to unleashing what he liked to call the superpower of squirting. All it took today was a few guys watching you in awe.

You'd made quite a mess of yourself and the couch below. But it was every bit worth it to show your onlookers exactly what you were capable of. You didn't necessarily want them in the ways you wanted Jack, but it sure didn't feel bad to be the hottest thing in the room.

Jack stared deep into your eyes as he dipped his two fingers into his mouth. That was certainly a sight you'd never grow tired of. His flushed lips cleaned off the wetness left on his fingers.

A silence fell over the room, and Jack pulled your pants back up for you. He was still throbbing hard in his own, but he didn't seem to mind his friends knowing that, particularly since he wasn't the only one reacting to the show you put on.

Pulling you into his chest, Jack chuckled and looked at his friends. "Did y'all quit cackling and pick a movie yet?"

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That's right

Me already being half way done with the next chapter of don’t like the lights is kinda insane

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Shrek 2 2004, dir. Andrew Adamson, Conrad Vernon, Kelly Asbury

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source

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Straight Thuggin.

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