#high neck dres

[siribaes]

WHO’S BETTER THAN ME?

RIO x blackfem!reader (oc - Angel)

“After their breakup a decade ago, Rio reunites with high school sweetheart making up for lost time—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Tu Principe by Daddy Yankee, What You Want by Ma$e & Total, Throwback by Usher & Jadakiss, Thugman by Tweet & Missy Elliott, Only U by Ashanti

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, or*l (fem receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, slight possessive k*nk, Rio being a bedroom bully lol, some light use of Spanish, makeup s*x, cursing, etc. (UNEDITED/ NOT PROOF READ) / GIF CREDIT: @blackisblackisblack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full-blown fic, but anyway LOL. so i did a lil AU for rio, essentially he pulled a griselda blanco moved operations to Long Beach (Rio is so west coast coded to me) but yeah, the backstory of these two is that they were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts (class of 2005 in my AU lore of these two, hints at the music choices, etc.) before they went separate ways yada yada, the oc’s face claim is danielle brooks 💖 as always enjoy y'all

Makeup sex shouldn’t be this good. Like this was too good, like ultimate dream-fantasy level type of makeup sex. It felt unreal, except this was very real. Very, very, real.

Angel never imagined that her night would've ended up like this, in the arms of her high school sweet-heart, or rather sitting on top of a very expensive, entry way console, as her high school-sweetheart-turned-ex, used his nimble hands to fondle at her luscious curves, and pillowy-soft lips to suck on the sensitive part of her neck. From how hard Rio sucked and kissed on her neck it was surely going to leave a hickey, which might've been on purpose on Rio's part.

Since they were young, Rio always had a slight possessiveness towards Angel, nothing that was too domineering or chauvinistic, but still a possessiveness that was rooted in a love and a true appreciation of her. This of course was expressed in a way that only a sixteen-year-old Rio could, buying Angel's favorite snacks for school, littering her neck with hickeys during make-out sessions, and even saving what little he had to buy a gold necklace with an angel shaped pendant. It was the subtle ways Rio showed how he felt. That in addition to the verbal ways, in true young-Rio, braggadocious fashion. Even then Angel knew, deep, deep, down, that there would be no one who could measure up, or as Rio so accurately foretold the night of their break-up, "Who else is like me, hm? Who's better than me?"

Angel of course buried that fact deep into her subconscious, well, not deep enough, because in each of her relationships since, it managed to rear its ugly head every single time. Most recently, with her ex-fiancé, Nathan. Nathan was great at first, good conversation, amazing dates, lavish gifts, he treated her like princess. But slowly, over time, Nathan stopped trying, it especially became bad after their engagement. They rarely talked, unless it was about work, or wedding plans, he neglected her, especially in the bedroom. Angel soon realized that despite Nathan's neglectfulness, she made no effort to confront him about it. She didn't care, not a single bit. In the end, Angel had to accept that her heart belonged to someone else. That Rio was the only man for her.

Which brings her too tonight, Angel's high school class's reunion. It was a big one, celebrating 20 years, and Angel thought it would be the perfect remedy to cheer her up. She could let loose, reunite with some old classmates, and celebrate with her friends she's had since then. Something that could put her mind at ease, pull her focus away from the abysmal ending to her engagement.

She was having a good time, truly, cutting up on the dance floor to a killer set of music from 04' and 05', with her besties, Clarissa, Benny, Keke, and Dre. Angel was having the time of her life, dancing to Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child, when her friends froze, their eyes all staring at the bar of the ballroom. Clarissa leaned and whispered.

"Rio's, here."

Angel's mind and heart went to full overdrive, as memories of their relationship flooded her mind. Apparently, while Angel and her friends were having the time of their lives, Rio showed up and instantly became the talk of the town. He had a few breezy conversations with old classmates, charming them of course, and when asked about what does for a living, he smoothly responded that he was an entrepreneur, that he's always been good with numbers. Which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Of course, none of their classmates were aware of Rio's true dealings, only Angel and her close circle were privy to that info.

Despite the nerves that bubbled in her stomach, Angel, knew that she had to face Rio at some point. She marched over and sat at the bar next to him. After some awkward pretense, more on Angel's part than Rio's, and shot of whiskey later, they talked. The conversation flowed and soon before they knew, it was like old times. They caught up and laughed about old memories. More and more Angel felt her heart swell in her chest, her latent feelings for Rio were bubbling to surface. But Rio surprised her, after sharing a couple dances to slow jams, a proposition slipped freely from his lips.

"Come home with me?"

From a safe distance, her friends watched the exchange, seeing the chemistry they still had after all this time, and despite some reservations, they encouraged to follow her heart, or as Keke put it, her pussy. When they were parting ways, Clarissa hugged her tight and encouraged her, whispering in her ear, "Just go with him, girl. Have some fun, we both now you deserve it after the shit you've been through."

So, here she was, whimpering and writhing underneath Rio's touch, while simultaneously admiring the backyard view. An ink-colored sky served as a gorgeous back drop, for the glowy lit infinity pool, in the distance was twinkling lights from buildings near the coastal beach. It was truly a sight to see. Angel snapped back to reality when she felt a firm hand, cradle her chin.

"Where'd you go?" Rio asked. His Coca-Cola colored eyes stared back at her. His head tipped to side, long eye lashes fluttering against the tops of cheeks as he blinked.

His gaze was heavy was lust, completely unrelenting. Its intensity caused Angel to squirm in her seated position. A warmth bloomed underneath her skin as she rubbed at the part of her neck Rio just was. It was still wet from his kisses.

"N-nowhere, baby," Angel stammered.

Slowly, Rio lips curled into a half smile.

"Good," Rio nodded his head as his gaze traveled down to Angel's chest, zeroing in on the exposed skin the peeked through her top, "now take this shit off. I wanna see them titties, Nena."

Completely under his spell, Angel quickly took of her top, leaving her in a lacy, cerulean colored bra, her mini skirt, and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties. Immediately Rio, hand's palmed at Angel's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Rio's lips latched onto one of nipples.

"Yes, baby," Angel sighed, her hands cradled Rio's head close to her. His tongue alternated between soft flicks and harsh sucks at her left nipple. He released her nipple with a pop and went to the right nipple, repeating the same thing, "Fuck, baby, just like that. Shit!"

Angel could feel the wetness pool inside of her panties, as her clit began to throb. She needed Rio, real bad.

"Damn," Rio breathed out. He pulled away from Angel's chest, while his large hands rubbed at her ample thighs. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he admired his handywork. Angel's boobs glistened with sweat, as her hardened nipples stood at full attention, with spit dripping from them, "I missed them titties, girl. Fuck, I need to that pussy too. Lift up for me."

Angel obliged. Rio supported her with one hand, while with the other, slipping off her mini skirt and panties. He tossed the skirt to the floor, while he pocketed her panties. A storm swirled in his eyes, a thick haze of lust, as he admired Angel's, wet, glistening, pussy.

"I dunno if I can wait, mama," Rio rasped. He brought a finger to Angel's core, swiping at her wetness, and brought it back to his lips, sucking on it, "You taste good, mama. All this shit for me?"

Angel nodded. "Yes, it's all for you baby,"

Wordlessly, Rio plunged his fingers inside of Angel, who let out a yelp in response. He quickly fell back into old habits, fucking Angel with his fingers, just the way she liked it.

"Yeaaahhh, just like that," Rio rasped, he bent down and licked at her lips, "Be a good girl and fuck my fingers back," Angel whined loudly, following his instructions, lifting her hips slight and fucked his thick, fingers.

"Fuck! I'm close baby!"

"I gotchu, mama. Fuck, I feel you on my fingers. You gonna let me take care of you, huh? I'll give you anything you want mama, fuck, you being so good for me. Cum for me, darlin',"

And she did. Angel's eyes squeezed shut as she gushed over his fingers. A string of curses and pleases slipped from Angel's lips as Rio continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel the cum slipping down her thighs.

"Mi alma, you look so good cummin' for me," Rio praised her. He captured her lips and kissed her sweetly. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as mimicking the move with his fingers. Angel pulled away from him, mewling.

"Riooooo, fuck, slow down baby,"

Rio landed a firm smack on Angel's ass. He cradled Angel's chin bringing her eyes towards him. His eyes hardened a bit, still holding its lustful haze, now a bit possessiveness broke through. Rio crooked his fingers, slowing down his pace just a tad, but driving into Angel's pussy much harsher and deeper.

"Fuck, I say about that shit," He growled.

"Shit! Baby, I-I'm s-sorry," Angel whimpered. Her mind flickered back to them making out in the car, he only to wanted to her his name, his real one, "Christopher, 's too much,"

A look of pure satisfaction bloomed across Rio's face. Got her.

"Just one more, mama. Be a good girl for me," Rio sunk down to knees, he slowly placed small kisses at Angel's inner thighs. He worshiped the plushness of her thighs, while Angel writhed and whined. He inched closer, spreading Angel's thighs further apart. He admired how she dripped around his fingers. "Fuck, mama I want you to cum on my tongue, 'k?"

Rio kept his eyes on Angel as he licked at her entrance, swirling his tongue around his fingers, continuing on until he reached her clit. Rio pressed a soft kiss to Angel's clit.

"Christopher!" Angel shouted.

Rio worked in tandem, his long fingers plunged in and out of Angel's, while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking at the sensitive bud. Angel's hands rubbed at the soft hair of Rio's buzzcut, while the familiar thrumming of her orgasm quickly approached.

"Christopher, fuck, I'm soooo close,"

Rio pulled back, "Say it again,"

"Christopher,”

“Again,”

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopherrrrr, keep fuckin’ me, I’m so close,”

Rio grinned as he returned to her pussy. He latched onto her clit, sucking so harshly, Angel for sure believe that it was going to be bruised. His fingers fucked her even faster, as she clenched around them, as Rio French-kissed her pussy. He was completely relentless, wanting to see her cum, again, again, and again. With one last, harsh suck at her clit, Angel, exploded. She screamed in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Rio rose up, slowly pumping his fingers, before pulling out.

"Did so good for me," He mumbled against her cheek, holding her close as Angel rode out the aftershocks.

“I love you so much, baby,” Angel whispered in his ear.

Rio captured her lips again, kissing Angel. He licked at her mouth, allowing Angel to taste herself. Rio arms snaked around Angel's torso, and with ease, managed to throw her over his shoulder. Angel giggled and kicked her feet and Rio moved to the stairs.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"It's time for the real show to start, Nena," Rio teased, he playfully smacked her ass, "You ready for me?"

"Always."

#siribaesfics #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #rio x blackfem!reader #rio x blackcurvy!reader #good girls fanfiction #black fanfiction #poc fanfiction

[holylulusworld]

Big grumpy bear (2)

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, scenting, fluff, jealous alpha, possessive (a hint) alpha

Catch up here: Big grumpy bear

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“Good morning,” you chirp as you walk toward your office. You’re in a good mood because it will be a wonderful day. You’re sure about it.

You are wearing a brand-new square-neck floral dress with short sleeves. The bohemian dress has a high waist and elegant ruffle hems. It’s cute and you feel pretty. Most importantly, you are ready to impress your chosen alpha.

While you fall into your daily morning routine and greet all of your colleagues you feel Walter’s eyes on you. 

His features darken as one of your male colleagues dares to put his hand on your arm to stop you. 

The man only tries to talk to you about the footage you checked for his case, but Walter won’t have it.

Walter gets up from his swivel chair, almost knocking the chair over as he rises to his full height. He strides toward you and the man, eyes hard and jaw set. 

You feel him behind you, his gaze on the man, but his hand on your shoulder. “Excuse us. Miss Y/L/N has an appointment with me. We need to discuss the footage of my latest case.”

“Well, buddy,” the man tries to swipe Walter’s hand off your shoulder. He doesn’t know that you and the alpha are kinda of dating. Or you are not. You’re not sure about it. At least Walter allowed you to take care of him a little bit over the last three weeks. “I talked to her first. Your case must wait.”

Uh-oh. The guy is in trouble. Walter cracks his neck. He huffs and squeezes your shoulder.

“I need to help Detective Marshall now. I gave you my report yesterday. Your partner said the case is closed. If you need to discuss the details with me again, we need to do it later,” you try to calm Walter, but the other detective seems to be the kind of alpha wanting to mark another alpha’s territory.

Or he’s just dull…

“As I said, I talked to you first. You must focus on my case,” the detective makes you sigh. In his line of work, he should be able to control his anger and nature better.

You know men like him. They all believe omegas and betas must follow their orders like obedient puppies. The twenty-first century is forgotten the moment they want you to do something for them.

“Your partner said the case is closed,” Walter snarls at the detective. “I know him. If he closes a case, it is closed. So, what is this about? Huh? Do you want to make another woman unhappy? This worked out well for that lab tech you dated last year.”

“Careful, Marshall,” the man bites back. “Don’t get in between me and that omega.”

You sigh again. This could’ve been such a lovely day. “That is enough,” you snap your fingers in front of the detective’s face. “If the case is closed, there is no need to waste my time. Let me tell you this right away. I wouldn’t poke you with a stick. And I already set my eyes on an alpha.”

Walter proudly puffs his chest. “You heard her. Get out of her sight!” He gruffly says. “Miss Y/L/N, can we talk about the footage now?”

Exhaling sharply, you turn around. You need a moment to calm down and find your inner peace. “Let’s go, detective.”

“You need to eat this and have more water.” The moment you had Walter at your office you switched to caring omega modus again. 

He grumbles as you place a homemade sandwich and a cupcake in front of him. “I told you not to feed me,” Walter says but grabs the sandwich, nonetheless. He digs in, humming as he munches the food you made for him. “I can take care of myself.”

“I can defend myself too,” you pat his cheek, making him furrow his brows. “But it was nice of you to stand up for me. Just like an alpha should.”

“You…” he looks you up and down. His features are unmoving, but his eyes roam your body. Walter tilts his head, hums, and licks his lips clean, tasting your sandwich again. “You look pretty in that dress.”

Your heart flutters. It’s the first time Walter complimented you. “My, thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.”

Walter watches you chew on your index finger. You’re unsure if he’s ready for the next step, but sometimes you must take what you want.

It’s now or never.

You hop onto his thigh and wrap your arms around his neck to peck his cheek. ”You’re a very protective alpha. I like it.”

Walter’s features soften for a split-second. He gives you half a smile and allows you to bury your face in his neck to scent him.

His heart beats a little faster than usual. He’s not sure yet, but he fears you wormed your way into his heart.

He’s just not sure anymore if that’s a bad thing …

Part 3

#walter marshall #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #alpha!walter marshall x omega!reader #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!walter x omega!reader #Big grumpy bear (2)

[jiubilant]

cw: horror elements

He’d been a scrib of three, sticky-fingered and clinging to his sister’s skirts like an anther-burr, when first he saw a war-wasp of the Dres. In less than seven years they’d be extinct: their cliff-hives burnt, their grubs smeared across singed flagstones or speared wriggling on An-Xileel pikes. But it had been a bright morning—the dust had glittered in the air like motes of kanet, like the specks the goldsmiths blow off their tables—and the messenger from Bal Foy had circled his glorious mount three times above the marketplace, like a victorious chap’thil, before landing her in the middle of the street.

“Give her a pat,” he’d said, laughing, to the children clustering round—and the adults, too, a few merchants and house-servants whose stern faces broke with smiles. “She’s polite, my Khes.”

He ran, that scrib of three—not towards the great wasp grooming her feelers in that circle of hands, as oblivious to her admirers’ attentions as Benitah, but to a basket of comberries abandoned at a fruit-seller’s stall. The first fistful he stuffed in his mouth. The second he stretched above his head, high as he could reach.

“Khes!” he’d called, his voice shrill and garbled with fruit. He remembers the moment even now. Juice dribbling down his wrist. Dust in his throat. His little heart surging upward with that cry, as if on jeweled wings. “Khes!”

The wasp turned her alien head, broad and shining as a bonemold shield. Her feelers whiskered over him. Out flicked her wings once, twice: sheer and strong as wevet, fluted like stained glass into a thousand fiery panes.

“Hold your hand out flat, hla!” the messenger called.

He did. The mouthparts that could crush a Nordling breastplate descended to meet it. Delicately, like a lady reaching into a bowl with finger and thumb, the wasp took a single berry from his palm.

* * *

He wakes in his cold dormitory cell feeling stiff, sore, and improbably cheerful. Mzulft and its horrors, the Synod included, are behind him; it’s up to Mirabelle, now, to decide what to do with what they’ve learned. A magic staff in Hjaalmarch—perhaps the first item of import, he thinks with amusement, to ever come out of Hjaalmarch. And the Thalmor know nothing about it. And he’s rising late from a bed, not a bedroll, with the fading idea that he’d dreamed something pleasant.

“She’s stung me to the heart,” he sings in soft Velothis over his washbasin, scraping off the journey’s stubble with his shaving-knife. The ancient song comes to him in snatches, like the dream. “She’s stung me, jewel of the sky, armored queen of the valleys of the Shir”—someone raps on his door, probably one of the prentices with a question about a translation, and he takes some smiling liberties with the next line—“one moment, per favore, s'il vous plaît—”

“Break it down,” says a curt voice.

The door crashes open. He makes a startled, absurd swipe with his shaving-knife at the first of the intruders—black robes, beaky buttons that glint gold in the firelight—before a burst of magic shivers through him like heat-lightning. He hears a thump. Himself, he realizes with belated surprise, hitting the chilly floor.

“Is he immobilized?” the voice asks pleasantly.

A chorus of subordinate voices, at least three: “Yes, Secretary.”

They’ve never gone this far, thinks the man on the floor, struggling to budge limbs that have gone rigid and heavy as kedge-anchors. Something’s emboldened them at last. A heavy-gloved hand dips into the neck of his nightshirt and fishes out his Company chain.

“Justiciar Ancano was right!” the young Dominion agent attached to the hand exclaims. He dangles the pendant in the light. “East Empire Company. A factor’s clerk. A pleasure, Master”—he squints at the inscription on the copper, above the tarnished ship—“Ramo, to properly make your acquaintance.”

That’s right, the clerk thinks. They’d bungled his name on the thing. Probably in the records, too. A laugh escapes his spell-sealed lips as a stifled huff.

“Kick him,” the pleasant voice suggests. “Oh, cousin. To scribble and scrape for the mayfly enterprises of men!”

Someone does kick him. He finds himself facedown on the hearth, seeing nothing, hearing creaks and thumps and curses as the Thalmor toss his room. One rummages through his sea-chest, takes something out, slams it. His ewer shatters. Floorstones scrape in protest as they’re pried up; the thieves’ Altmeri chatter grows excited, then. They must have found his papers. The clerk scrabbles through his mind for what little Altmeris he knows—

“Closer to the fire,” says the pleasant one in Cyrod, perhaps for his benefit. The clerk’s heart petrifies like his limbs. “He fell. A terrible accident. Put his cane—yes, there. As if he’d been trying to reach it.”

Someone drags him closer to the hearth. Flings his arm into it like a peat-brick. The heat bakes his hand. “I can seal his heart-valves to be sure—”

“Don���t be a fool,” snaps the pleasant one. “That shrieking cat who heads up Restoration would notice. Let us defer, out of respect for our cousin, to Velothi custom—”

The click of the closing door.

The silence.

He can breathe, the clerk thinks, breathing fast. He can blink. Involuntary motions, then, are not suppressed by the spell—only those that he wills. Sitting up. Crying out. Smothering the fire nibbling, with increasing interest, at his sleeve.

It was once said of the war-wasps of the Dres, he recalls with faint amusement, that the venom of their stings worked much the same. One was advised, perhaps as a way to bide one’s time before the end, to battle the enervation in increments: try wriggling a finger. A toe.

Something pops in the fire. The cell begins to smell of smoke and singed hair. He wonders whether the jerk of a limb exposed to flame, to that sharp, betraying sting, is involuntary—no, it seems not. The pain scourges his arm, his ear, the side of his head.

A finger, he thinks, concentrating all his awareness of his body into the palm of his lifeless hand. A toe. A terrible accident, they’ll say when they find him. Don’t think it. Hold your hand out flat, hla—

A strained rap on the door. “Magister?”

Relief crashes through him where the magic holds him fast. His thumb twitches free of the spell. It makes less noise than a crumb of peat shifting in the hearth.

“Magister,” calls the voice, dear and strangely small, “the—the Master Wizard, she wants you in the quadrangle—”

“Brelyna,” a familiar brogue interrupts, “J’zargo does not think he’s in.”

Her voice rises nearly to a wail. “Where is he, then—”

They’re going, the clerk thinks, gripped by a panic more searing than the flames climbing his sleeve. His hand jerks. It hits his cane, which the Thalmor had propped so tellingly on the fireplace-jamb.

The cane wobbles. He holds his breath.

Then, with a magnificent scrape, it clatters to the floor.

A silence.

“Is it unlocked?” asks Brelyna.

The creak of the door. A gasp. The panicked squeak of boots. Then someone throws the contents of the washbasin on him: a shocking blue chill, like a plunge in pack ice. He breathes out. His shaving-knife swirls past his head on a runnel of suds.

“Turn him over.” J’zargo’s voice, sharp as claws. “Is he dead?”

“I don’t think so.” Magic crackles in the air above his head. “I, I think he’s—didn’t Master Neloren show us how to dispel this? Let me try—”

Something heavy and sluggish evaporates from the clerk's bones. He stirs with some difficulty, blinking soap from his eyes, and finds himself in a circle of worried hands: J’zargo lifting his head, Onmund buffeting the last of the fire, Brelyna slapping his ridiculous half-shaved face.

“Hlai,” he rasps, laughing, trying to raise his arms to fend them off. They’ll beat him to death. Ai, a terrible accident. “Hlai, I’m not a rug—”

“You look a rug,” snaps Onmund, terse as ever. The clerk recalls that he’s wearing the nightshirt patterned with fleurs. “What happened? Who spelled you?”

The less they know, the better. The clerk flexes his hands, then his face, breathing with great care around the boot-shaped ache in his side. “Shouldn’t you”—the fire’s ghost gnaws his arm when he bends it, and he winces—“be in class?”

“In class?” Onmund sits him up so roughly that they nearly knock heads. The boy’s hands, the clerk realizes with a start, are shaking. “We were in class. Don’t you know what’s happening outside?”

Brelyna sits back in the mess of hearth-ash and washwater, rubbing her crumpling face with both hands. Her voice wavers like a shrill flute. “I thought you were dead, too.”

“Too?” The clerk, blistered and dripping, stares at his pupils. “Who’s dead?”

A muscle jumps in Onmund’s ashen face. J’zargo flattens his ears and looks away. It’s Brelyna, choking on overwhelmed tears, who answers.

“The Archmage,” she sobs. Outside, muffled by the dormitory walls, a scream pitches above the cries of gulls. “The Archmage.”

#horror elements ≠ the wasp. the wasp is cute #skyrim #college of winterhold #microfic #brelyna maryon #onmund #j'zargo #estormo #oc tag #ravi

[gabessquishytum]

Okay thoughts!

Virgin Hob (unlikely I know) and experienced fuck boi Dream.

Dream has a reputation for having very dramatic and steamy relationships that are over in like a weekend. Dream just falls in and out of love very fast.

His Saturday night is falling into bed with a stranger and dumping them by Sunday night basically.

So when he sees Hob, and likes what he sees, he just makes a beeline for him.

Hob is the opposite. Hob has only really ever had a high school sweetheart, Eleanor, who died tragically and Hob is starting to feel left behind. Also he recently had a bi awakening. So here he is at a bar, trying to lose his virginity finally. When the most beautiful man he’s ever seen starts talking to him, he just lights up under the attention. Hob also is an over sharer who promptly tells Dream why he’s there. And Dream just can’t believe that not only is this cute, sweet guy single, he’s also a virgin??

Dream buys Hob a drink and slides up really close to him in the booth and starts whispering in his ear everything he wants to show him and all the things he could teach him. He starts drawing little patterns on his jeans. Hob is smitten. Like instantly.

Later, Dream walks him home, fully intending to rock Hob’s world, and Hob happily kisses him on the doorstep and thanks him for a great date! And goes inside. And Dream stands there like … that’s it?

Fine. Fine! Once Dream has someone in his head he can’t rest until they’re in his bed. So fine. He’ll just have to try again tomorrow.

Suddenly Dream is sweeping back up to take Hob out to nice dinners and movies and walks in the park, and pulling out all the stops. It’s three whole agonizing weeks of wooing and dirty texts before Hob finally invites Dream home and Dream kisses him and gives him his first blowjob against the wall. But he takes him to bed for his first time.

Dream spends the weekend blowing Hob’s back out all over his flat, catching him up on years of sex. They order food in because the one time they tried to cook, Dream ended up fucking him on the counter while their Mac and cheese burned.

And Dream wakes up on Sunday expecting to feel nothing for him, not now that he’s had him.

Except he takes one look at Hob sleeping, his hair tousled, love marks on his neck, and thighs…and Dream doesn’t want to go.

When Hob opens his eyes and smiles at him, Dream smiles back, but he controls himself, thanks Hob for the great time and goes. He never promised him anything else. He was clear that he doesn’t do relationships.

Hob’s smile is a little heartbroken but he waves it off. He knew, of course, going in that Dream wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. So he holds it together while Dream showers and lets himself out.

Hob spends the next weekend in bed nursing a broken heart before he finally goes back out.

And Dream is fine with this. Totally fine. Until he sees Hob talking to some other guy at a bar and a wave of jealousy nearly takes him out at the knees.

Okay, maybe he’s really in love this time.

I must say that I really do like the idea of fuckboy Dream being tamed by Hob. Hob has high standards, as he should! And he's got a very specific idea of how he wants his first time to go. Admittedly he's a little bit nervous and the idea of jumping into bed with someone after only knowing them for an hour kind of scares him. But it's mostly that he wants to lose his virginity to someone who's worth his time. After 3 weeks of cute dates and teasing, he's absolutely sure that Dream is the perfect candidate. Hob is even hoping that maybe this could turn into a long term relationship!

And there's no problem about them being compatible in bed. Dream definitely does know what he's doing and he doesn't hold back. He's not used to being denied for so long and he's got so much sexual energy built up that Hob hardly knows what just hit him! It's amazing, though. He learns the parts of his body that feel best when touched and kissed, and he learns the same about Dream. Despite Dream saying that this is just a one time thing, it really does feel like making love when Hob has his thighs hooked over Dream’s shoulders and they're looking into each other's eyes.

It kind of sucks when Dream leaves. Hob was really hoping that he'd change his mind, but he can see that it's pure stubbornness making Dream ask like that. It really hurts, anyway, so Hob lets himself feel it. He doesn't regret his choice, but the memories of that wonderful weekend are always going to be tainted by a broken heart.

But! Hob is an optimistic person! So he gets back on the proverbial horse, and decides to maybe try a few hookups. Now he's less nervous about sex, maybe it's time try some new experiences. He meets a nice man (blond, buff and gorgeous) at the bar and has fun flirting with him - until he feels a hand coming down on his shoulder.

It's Dream. Of course. Looking physically pained and full of regrets.

"You shouldn't go home with him." He says. "You should come home with me. And... and I'll make breakfast tomorrow."

In all the weeks of dates and time together, Hob had never been over to Dream’s place. Nor had Dream ever cooked for him. He raises an eyebrow.

"And how do I know you won't change your mind and kick me out after breakfast?" He asks. Dream squirms and blushes.

"Because... its been a week, and I still love you. And as ridiculous as that sounds, it is the truth. I don't think I'm doing to change my mind about you ever."

And of course, Hob can't resist such a stupid, beautiful man. And they stay together forever <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Catch Me If You Can

Jojo: where tf u at? called u like 10 times.

Me: ik. call you back inna minute, dam. chill out.

Jojo: best watch yo mouth if u know was good for u.

Me: why Jo? Not like you can do shit bout it rn..

Jojo: where are you y/n?

Me: atta party..

Me:

Jojo: lil girl, swear to God. Quit fuckin playin with me. Drop ur location.

Jojo: right fuckin now.

Me: naw, I'm good.

Jojo: Ma, you playin wit fire rn..

Me: catch me if you can.

I slide my phone into the back pocket of my mini ass shorts with an amused chuckle before grabbing Marie and tugging her to the living room to dance. It's dim and humid but fuck if I give a damn bout that while me and my girl roll our hips to the beat. [ https://youtu.be/e5RUsVqX37Q?si=00j1_Xqfpqf5Ov7C]

Whole vibe got me sweatin my edges out as we grind through 3 more songs; it's a miracle that I even see the front door swing open as I'm caressin and windin my body to the beat:

Marie and I make it out the back door by the skin of our teeth, giggling as we run cross campus to the next party. It's pitch black and freezing cold out side, but neither of us care as we fly through the brisk breeze. My booty shorts don't do a damn thing to help contain my ass as it jiggles wildly with each step.

We're both wheezing and clutching our sides for air as we fly through the door and slam it shut. It's cracking in here; place is packed with bodies, booze and laughter. Led lights flash allover the room as the music booms, clearly signaling a more lively atmosphere than the last place.

"Y/n! Marie!" Andre beckons us from the corner of room, sitting with his arm slung around Cate's shoulders as he holds up a blunt.

We make our way over, Marie immediately sittin down criss cross on the floor and explaining our narrow escape from Jordan as Andre lights the blunt. Its dark in here too besides the bouncing lights; the air is smoky as fuck in this corner of the room. No way I woulda seen Dre if he aint call out to us.

He takes a few puffs before handing the blunt to Cate. She takes a soft inhale before givin it to me. Just what I need after all that excitement.

I sit, taking deep pulls from the blunt before passing it to Marie. Blowin out the smoke slowly I cant help dippin back into my seat and closin my eyes as I let the tree go to work. It's so easy to let their voices surround me as I tune out their words. The fuzzy, warm sensation wraps my body in a hug, the welcoming high foggin my brain as I recline and laze into the couch.

I'm so relaxed into my vibe that I barely feel Cate tap my naked knee. I turn my head to look at her slender frame leaned into Andre's side.

"You better not let them know we knew where you are; Jordan don't play that shit. Marie might be screwed already but I'm not takin one for the team on this one." Andre says facing Cate, letting her shotgun his hit.

I smirk and close my eyes again before respondin.

"Fine.. Pussy."

"Oh so you extra tough now right? Huh ma?"

Daddy's voice is a low snarl in my ear as my eyes snap open wide. It's comical how quick my cowardly friends scatter as Jordan comes around the back of the couch to stand in front of me.

"Hi, Jordan. See ya y/n/n!" Marie chirps before disappearing into the darkness.

"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave." Cate says, dragging Andre off in the same direction.

I'm dying to escape with em, specially wit how Jordans starin at me. Bae look like she on demon time and I'm not sure if I can take whats comin. Got me hesitant to speak knowin I completely got caught slippin.

"Baby," I start sickeningly sweet. "You're here! I'm so happy. Marie said-"

Jordan's hand flashes out like lightening to grip my neck and pull me close. The squeeze makes each shallow breath difficult but the dark stoic gaze piercing my fuckin soul keep me from movin an inch. I do nothing more than limply hold at her wrist while she steps closer to press us nose to nose.

"Tell me one goddamn word that came outta Moreau's mouth. Go head, I fuckin dare you. You're gonna be fuckin sorry y/n."

I don't think I've ever been so quick to shut the fuck up. The silence stretches for a few momemts, makes me uneasy and I'm sure Jordan knows this. Knows every fuckin thing about me, about my body.

"I went through alotta fuckin trouble to find you, so I dont give a fuck what anybody else thinks, thought or fuckin said."

She uses the grip on my neck to slowly pull me from the couch and put me on my knees, refusing to lose eye contact as the other hand unbuttons her jeans. Full lips upturned at the corner inna smirk, button nose flared.. I already know the plans going through that maniacal mind, know what's comin next. I don't know what's pounding harder: my heart or my cunt.

"You listenin to what everybody else fuckin said but which one of them are here to save you now y/n?"

The cold hard wood floor presses against my smooth brown skin as I shift nervously, watchin as Jordan smoothly transitions. Doesn't even bother to check if anyone's looking as he pulls out his rigid leaky dick and repeatedly taps it across my mouth. Daddy stares down at me lookin absolutely furious, his breathing startin to accerlerate as he makes a mess on my face.

So lengthy and so fuckin angry, tip flushed the prettiest and deepest of pinks. Thick clear strings of precum smear allover my bare heart shaped lips as he humps forward over and over, doin the same to my cheeks. He looks fuckin anguished from arousal, but still so goddamn pretty as he uses me.

"You know how long I've been like this? How much I needed you? But you wanna play fuckin games. What bout when you need Daddy? Don't I always give you what you want?"

I know his questions are rhetorical, that if I continue with my earlier attitude that this only gets worst. Still my pussy clenches rhythmically as I lean into his touch, knowin regardless off my permission he's about to pay me back for my insolence.

"Jo pleeeease." I whine, utterly shamed and hoping he'll take me back to his dorm. "Somebody's probably watchin, let's go to your room."

"Naw, fuck that. Tongue out." He spits at me.

I comply at the drop of a dime, drooling a bit as Jordan slides the tip of his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands lay limply in my lap as he holds the sides of my face. Head tipped back, dark chocolate eyes still observing the prey at his feet as he moans loudly into the air. I know his antics are purposeful, hoping that someone hears and stumbles upon my punishment.

"And somebody- mmmmm, ohfuck, just like that, princess- is watchin honey. Wouldn't you wanna see a little brat like you get put in their place?"

The fluids drip from his cock to my tongue steadily as he uses it as a slip and slide. I curl my wet pink muscle on every pull out tryin to get an extra taste.

Even when they're not bein nice, I just wanna please em. It would be a lie if I said I didn't test his nerves jus to end up like this: pussy drippin wet and at their mercy.

"Know what? Mmm, ooooh baby girl, just like that.. I think you're pretendin you don't like bein watched. Hooooh fuck, think we both know it was just a matter of time before you showed everyone how much you love my cock."

His pace speeds; mean words and assault on my mouth make my body heat and pussy clench. Wetness plasters my thick brown thighs as i squeeze them together repeatedly for just a hint a pressure. If I wasn't in so much trouble I'd see if I could get away secretly fingering my clit but getting caught wouldn't be worth it. Daddy's pissed and I'd be dumb to test that.

"Jesus christ, thas it. Ahhh, fuuu- so good, ma, so fuckin good! Shit, put that snappy lil mouth to good use. Daddy'll show you how to talk to me nice sweetheart."

Jordan slides further inside my wet warm cavern, the slight curve of him makin me gag as I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. His balls, sticky with my drool, play a game of hit and miss as they occasionally slap my chin. The hold on the sides of my face graduate to one of his big hands with a strong grip in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Fuckin best lil dick sucker I ever meeeet! Should came back to the room baby. Mm fuck, mighta showed you some fuckin mercy."

The rhythm of him fuckin my mouth is so erratic and desperate. Poor daddy seems a bit distressed as grunts and groans turn to sexy whiny moans. I wanna hold em in my arms from how he trembles from the intense nut he's about to bust. The way he tosses his head back with tightly shut lids makes me a bit sad I can't see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes.

"Dammit, I'm so close ma. Yeeees, ohfuck. Uhn uhhhhh.. Get ready, bout to fill that pretty lil throat up with some cream!"

I refuse to shut my eyes shut and miss the way Jordan stills his hips, continuing to use the grip in my freshly styled hair to fuck my mouth on his dick. My eyes tear up but I struggle to blink them back, hoping to not leave this situation so fuckin messy. I moan at the thought of them ruining me, throat already sore from his treatment.

"Ahhhh here it is pretty.. Haaaah sh- feels 'mazin y/nnnn. Take it, mmmmm ahfuck! Thas it. Fuuuuuck!"

I'm so ready when I get the first thick, heavy blast. Takes an extra swallow but I get it down before the 2cnd gush of cum can choke me. Still, Daddy's shootin like I ain't already take 3 of his loads this morning before class.

His nut leaks from the corners of my mouth as he pushes in more, givin me a shot straight down my throat. Jordan finally looks back down at me as I struggle around him. He looks so fuck yummy: forhead wrinkled and covered in a light perspiration, a dazed stare in his eyes as his chest heaves for air, and a small smile on his slightly agape plump pink lips. I'm sure if they could could they'd be starin down at me with hearts in their eyes right now.

I can't be more relieved when he slides his dick out, wiping the remaining cum off from his tip on my tongue before stuffing himself into his jeans. I savor a few gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet. Daddy kisses my mouth messily, smacking my ass sharply and tellin me to go say goodbye to our friends.

Yeah the fuck right, with sticky tracks of pre cum smeared allover my God damn face? I can barely contain my eye roll as I turn to walk away. Even if my juices are streamin out my pussy down my leg, ima make em work for their next nut. So I'm out. It's so fuckin easy to pretend to head their way before makin a break for the exit.

"Anybody that recorded that, if I see that shit online or anyone talks shit to my fuckin girl, it's up. Bet on that." Jordan threatens nearby party goers before transitioning, taking confident measured steps toward my hasty retreat.

A/N: The link provided at the beginning of the story is to a music video on YouTube; its the song I envisioned while writing the fic. It's not needed to read it, it's just a lil peek inside the authors head.

#jordan li x y/n #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li #derek luh #london thor #gen v #black reader #smut #daddy k!nk #black fanfiction #all readers #dirty talk #suckin dick #dick suckers #mouth fucking #cumonmouth

[burntheedges]

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

Joel Miller x f!reader, 2.4k

Prompt: You and Sarah/Ellie convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn’t thrilled.

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a/n: This is a canon outtake/snippet from my fic, Over Again! Takes place in October, 2001, in Austin, so in the flashback timeline. In the fic you’re neighbors, you’ve been ~officially~ dating Joel for about 6-7 months at this point, and you’ve known each other for more than a year. Technically the end of this is a bit of a spoiler for how the main fic ends, but I’ve marked it. Costume inspo pics at the bottom! (Sarah is 12 here, Joel is 34, reader is 27) | ao3 tags/warnings: fluff, early 2000s film references, Joel in tight pants, kissing, some light fondling

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

“Sarah! I found it!” 

When she appeared at the top of the stairs, you held up the long leopard-print tail triumphantly and grinned. As soon as she saw it she cheered, throwing her hands in the air as she jogged down the stairs and jumped off the last step. 

“Where was it?” She grinned at you as she took it and turned to try to attach it to her costume. You reached out to take it back from her and deftly clipped it onto the back of her belt.

“Right here on the table. I don’t know how we missed it.” You gestured at the table which, admittedly, was an absolute mess. It was covered in Sarah’s homework, some of her soccer stuff, your own grading, and the daily contents of Joel’s pockets. Which were generally unpredictable. 

“No way! I swear we both looked there!”

“I know,” you shrugged, reaching out to straighten her headband (and its leopard-print ears), which had gone a little wonky with her leap from the stairs. “But now you look perfect!”

Sarah grinned and spun in place, pretending to play her guitar. She definitely looked the part of Josie with her flared pleather pants, purple tank, leopard ears and tail, and platform sandals. (Technically in the movie they didn’t have tails, but Sarah and her friends had thought they’d be fun.) Her inflatable white guitar just made the look. 

“When are Audrey and Steff getting here?” you asked as you reached out to fix her headband again. Should maybe grab some bobby pins from upstairs.

“Should be any minute! Is dad dressed yet?”

You just rolled your eyes and smiled at her in response, and she laughed. “Of course not! Even after we went out of our way to find him the easiest costume possible.”

Right then you heard a cough from behind you, and you both spun around to find Joel standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked extremely uncomfortable – arms crossed, shoulders high, head low. You smiled. And then you whistled. 

“Looking good, Miller.”

He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. “Darlin’, do I ha—?”

“Yes, dad! You have to! Let us see it.” Sarah moved towards Joel and reached out to tug his arms apart so she could study his outfit. 

He sighed as he let his arms – which were fully on display in his tight black v-neck tank top – fall to his sides. They immediately drew your eye with the movement. You bit your lip as you looked back up to meet his gaze. 

Joel perked up a bit as soon as he saw the look on your face, tilting his head and smiling at you knowingly. “These pants really necessary?” He asked, but he was joking now. “Surprised I even got these on.”

His tight black jeans did look… constricting. In the best possible way. You grinned. 

“You look perfect, baby. Do a little spin for us.”

Joel rolled his eyes (it was so clear where Sarah got that from), holding his arms out and slowly spinning in place. You took the opening when it was offered and let yourself stare at just how good his legs and ass looked in those tight, painted-on black pants. As he turned back to face you he took in your own outfit and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“And why aren’t you dressed yet, darlin’? I see tights, but I didn’t think a sweatshirt was part of your costume.” 

“We had to find my tail! But he’s right, you should go get dressed.” Sarah moved back over to you and started pulling you towards the stairs. 

“Ok I’m going!” You laughed, starting up the stairs to finish your own costume. As you did you heard Joel tell Sarah he had no idea how she wore pants this tight without passing out from lack of oxygen. She laughed at him, and so did you as you entered Joel’s bedroom. 

Your red leotard, complete with short skirt that you had painstakingly sewn on, was waiting for you on the bed. You stripped off your sweatshirt, tossing it into the laundry basket on the floor, before pulling the leotard on. The skirt flowed around your hips in a way that made you grin. You followed it with your red ballet flats that you had sewn red ribbons onto, tying them in cross-crosses up your legs. The last piece of your costume was your red hair piece which you quickly attached with a couple of bobby pins. You grabbed a couple extra to give to Sarah for her headband. With a touch up to your red lipstick, you were ready. 

You poked your head out of the bedroom to see if you could see Joel and Sarah, but it seemed Sarah’s friends had arrived while you changed, and you could hear them all talking in the living room, just out of sight. 

Smoothing your hands down your sides, you took a deep breath before straightening your shoulders and walking downstairs. You’d been excited about this costume for months, but now that the day had arrived, it felt a bit scary to actually go out in it. You suddenly felt like a lot of you was on display, even with the slightly higher cut of the neckline of the leotard you’d found (and had sewn extra sequins onto). But you knew Joel would love it, as much as he complained about his own. And you would get to ogle him in those pants all night. You smiled again.

At the bottom of the stairs, you turned to see Joel had his back to you. Sarah and her friends, however, spotted you immediately and all three of them immediately started shouting.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“No way, you look amazing.”

“That is sick!”

Amid all the noise, Joel turned. As soon as he locked eyes on you, he froze in place. You felt more than you saw the three girls rush towards you as you watched Joel slowly look you over, eyes trailing heat down your body and back up, taking it all in. The grin that took over his mouth was slow, and smooth, and wicked. His gaze met yours again and you swore you stopped breathing. 

Your eyes were pulled from his as Sarah tugged on your arm to make you spin in place. She shook you a bit. 

“I can’t believe you made this! It’s just like in the movie.” 

The girls were off again, exclaiming about your sewing skills, and you finally made yourself take in their matching outfits with ears and tails and everything in place. Audrey had a white inflatable bass guitar to go with Sarah's, and Steff had drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of her shiny pink pleather pants. The three of them really did look like Josie and the Pussycats.

“Me? What about you three? You look just like the band! Your outfits are perfect.” They all smiled and spun in place before striking a pose like they were playing their instruments (a move you'd seen them practicing last week).

You felt Joel come up behind you and his hands settled on your bare shoulders. 

“Alright, ladies, let’s get you to that party.” 

The three of them immediately turned to grab their stuff and head out the door to the truck. Sarah and her temporary bandmates were going to a party at their school, a sort of halloween dance and festival all in one. You and Joel were going to your own party and picking them up later before dropping them off at Audrey’s for a sleepover. 

You moved to follow, but Joel’s hands held you in place. He leaned forward so that his front was pressed along your back. Voice low and sure, he murmured in your ear, “damn, baby, if you’d’a just told me you’d be wearin’ this, I wouldn’t’a complained so much.” He slowly smoothed his mouth down your neck to kiss your shoulder, before running his hands down your arms to hold your hands in his. You smiled, and laughed a little bit.

“Joel, you knew we were dressing up as Jody and Charlie. You’ve even seen the movie.” You squeezed his hands and tried to turn towards him, but he kept you right there, mouth moving on your neck.

“Hmm, knowing is different from seeing, pretty girl. And this sure is pretty.” He released your right hand and moved his own to your thigh, lightly trailing his fingertips up your tights and under your skirt. As he reached the edge of your leotard, you shivered, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He hummed into your neck and pressed kisses along the strap of your costume. His fingers wandered a little further towards your center and your knees started to shake.

You gathered yourself and succeeded in turning around this time.

“You look pretty good yourself, cowboy.” You looked down at the tight black jeans you’d made him wear, tighter than anything else he owned. He saw you looking and pulled you close, allowing you to slide your hands into his back pockets and squeeze as you pulled your body in line with his. He grinned down at you.

“Well then, we just fit right together, don’t we?” The glint in his eye told you you were going to have an amazing night, at the party and… later. You pulled away to tug him towards the door.

“Come on, fancy pants, we need to get those girls to their dance.” 

As the words left your mouth you heard someone lay on the horn in the truck, and it made you jump. You both laughed. 

“Let’s get out there before they decide to drive themselves.” 

Just as you reached the door, though, Joel spun you around one more time, pulling you close. 

“Alright, darlin’, let’s go. But I’ll be peelin’ these tights off you later.” He kissed you, softly, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “With my teeth, if you’re good tonight.” He smirked.

Later, he’d promised. After you dropped the girls off, after you tore up the dance floor at your own party, after Tommy cheered you on cheekily (and claimed a dance or two for himself). After Joel pulled you closer and closer for every dance, hands taking advantage of your short flouncy skirt, fingers driving you wild, touching and holding you close in the anonymous press of bodies on the dance floor. After his eyes never left you, not once, and you got to spend a whole evening looking at him in that outfit. After your lipstick wore off (some of it on Joel’s lips).

After the girls were safely dropped off for their sleepover, after he took you back home and walked right behind you to the front door, arms wrapped securely around your middle, mouth on your neck. After he pulled you inside and crowded you up against the wall by the door and kissed your breath away. 

After all of that, well. He did follow through on that promise. You had the runs in your tights to prove it.

...

Bonus: Jackson, October 2025

(spoilers for the main fic below)

“Hey did you see what the movie is tonight?” Ellie calls out to you and Joel as she comes barreling through the front door. You smile at the sound of her boots being flung at the wall. “It’s about dancing, I guess? Ballerinas or some shit. Want to go?”

“What’s it called?” You reply as Joel sighs, long-suffering. You know he’s about to get up and go neatly arrange her boots next to both of yours by the door. He can’t help himself.

“Uhh wait, I already forgot. Something about a stage?” She finally comes through the door to the kitchen and shrugs.

“Wait, Center Stage?” You spring up in excitement and she looks taken aback at your reaction.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you know it?”

“Joel!” You reach out and start tugging on his arm. “We have to watch it, come on!” 

He resists your tugging. “Baby, you don’t think the fifty times you made me watch that movie Before ain’t enough for one lifetime?” But he winks at you and you can see him hiding a smile.

Ellie narrows her eyes, looking between the two of you. “What is this movie, anyway?”

You grin at her. “It’s about ballet dancers at a school in New York, and it’s amazing! But more importantly, Joel and I dressed up as the main characters for Halloween in what, ‘01?” You look at him questioningly. He sighs again. Deeply.

“What!” Ellie shouts, absolutely lit up with glee. “What the fuck! I have to see this! You have to show me which outfits you wore, come on.” She joins you in tugging on Joel, who groans.

“Come on, Joel, I know you actually like this movie.” The two of you succeed in wrestling him to his feet, and once he’s up Ellie runs to find her boots and put them back on again. 

“I’ll meet you there! I have to go find Cat and Dina first.” And just like that, she’s back out the door again, barely five minutes after she arrived. You can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, old man, we’ve got a movie night to get to.” When you turn back around you find him studying you intently. The look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

“Alright, darlin’. But I can’t promise I’ll pay much attention.” He steps closer and winds his arm around your waist, leaning in to put his mouth right by your ear. “Not now that I’m remembering you in that costume, baby. How am I supposed to focus on the movie, huh? All I’ll see is you in that pretty little red skirt.” He kisses your neck and you laugh. 

“Me? What about you in those jeans?” He smiles into your neck and you pull away, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the front door. 

“Too bad we ain’t got any tights for you to wear around here.” He’s grinning at you now, cocky and adorable.

“Well, cowboy, if you’re good, I’ll still let you take my clothes off with your teeth later.” He laughs, and bends down to put on his boots.

“I’ll hold you to that, darlin’.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, Joel.”

—

a/n: The “Josie and the Pussycats” movie came out in April 2001, and “Center Stage” came out in May 2000. This fic takes place in October 2001. Speaking as someone who was a teenager at that time, I desperately wanted to dress up as Josie, Melody, and Valerie, as well as Jody. And I really wanted to imagine Joel in black jeans that are tight and flexible enough for ballet. I toyed with putting him in Cooper’s pleather pants, but Cooper’s not the endgame love interest, so I went with Charlie’s jeans. And just take a moment to imagine Joel having to deal with you in tights and a short skirt all night. (And Sarah gives me lead singer vibes, so I think she’d be Josie.)

Left: Josie and the Pussycats (Melody, Josie, and Valerie, left to right). Right: the final ballet in Center Stage. You're dressed as Jody (center), Joel is dressed as Charlie (right).

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[simplylatte]

♡ Last Heartbeat ♡

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill

Idea: He was deeply in love. Wally Darling, a handsome young man. Julie Joyful, a gorgeous young lady. It seemed as if they were the perfect pair, though love has blinded Wally from realizing that wasn't the case. In fact, he was so, so wrong.

Reminder: Quick disclaimer, this fic will contain one-sided love and murder!! While canon to both Corpse Bride and Corpse Puppet AU, I know this stuff is not for everyone! Potential spoilers will be ahead as well for Corpse Bride!! You have been warned, viewer. >:)

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Julie Joyful, how does one begin to describe her? Her beauty is simply just breathtaking. Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous.. no words can even describe how extravagant this young lady was. Always wore her precious jewels and pearls around her neck. Always kept her long, blonde hair up in a ponytail. Always wore her most delicate dresses, everything looked so good on her. People all around town can never get enough of her beauty. She knows this and takes pride in it. How many hearts she's stolen, how many men have fallen in love with her. It was too much to count. She could brag about it all day if she really wanted to.

However, just because they fall for her doesn't mean she falls for them, oh no no. Julie is rich and wealthy, she shows it so through her outfits and precious jewels she wears. She has very high standards, mind you, and not a single man or woman out there has swept her off her feet. It was getting tiring, actually. Always having looks at her, but never returns them simply because she doesn't see them that way.

But it's not like she needs the love, anyways.

She doesn't need it. What she needs is gold, lots of them. Diamonds if possible, she wants it all. Sure, she's rich, but what she has now isn't enough. She needs more. More of that wealth and luxury.

And fortunately for her, a poor soul just so happens to fall in love with her, and have the money.

It was quite simple, actually. As usual, Julie was headed out when a young man just so happens to walk to her the opposite direction. He stops and looks at her, and right then and there, is already falling in love. For a moment, she was about to wave and walk off, but what caught her attention was the satchel of gold he carried. Was he rich, too? It wasn't easy to tell, despite being wealthy herself. She reaches her hand out and plays along, pretending to be swept off her feet by him. He takes her hand and holds it softly. With a small bow, he introduces himself.

Wally Darling.

An interesting name to say the least.

But that doesn't matter now. His name means nothing to her. For now, however, she played with his feelings and sent him compliments purely to toy with his heart.

It was like a fun little game. Except Wally is the pawn and Julie is the player.

And of course, all games must come to an end.

And that ending will be his.

Weeks go by, and it all came down to this exact moment. It was cold out, the moon sat exactly in the middle of the dark skies as all could be seen were the moonlight and stars. Wally stood nearby at an oak tree, he was ready to go. All dressed up in a tuxedo, taken from his father. It was true, you really didn't need much when you were in love.

He held his satchel of gold close, smiling so brightly as he waited for his beloved Julie. He never questioned why she asked for his precious valuables. Perhaps it was to show them off? She shows her jewels off, so maybe she wants him to do the same? Yeah, that seems fair.

The waiting was starting to get to Wally. He became worried. Did she get lost? Oh goodness.. did she leave him alone? To sit in the darkness? He knew she knew about his father being against their wanted marriage. He couldn't cope with that alone, but he couldn't bear to think of the possible scenarios of where Julie could be.

As he stood alone, there stood Julie just at a fair distance away from him. She alone wasn't dressed up, just in one of her fancy dresses. She wasn't about to ruin a wedding dress for this quick stunt. She stared, closely examining his posture and keeping low Incase he were to turn around. With a twisted grin and ax in hand behind her back, Julie slowly approached Wally. A few steps in, she puts on her facade and coughs to get his attention.

"Wally, sweetheart?" She called out, just managing to force care into her voice.

Wally felt his heart flutter, his stomach filled with butterflies. He turned to his feet and faced Julie, sighing in relief when he saw she was okay.

"Julie, my pretty rose!"

Ew, she hated that name.. she forced a smile and took a few steps forward, sighing.

"Oh, Wally.. you have no idea how much I've been waiting for this moment."

..Poor Wally wasn't aware about what was coming to him. His heart was beating so loud, being filled with so much love for his precious darling. He loved her. Wally loves Julie. But she doesn't love him, not at all.

"There's no need to wait anymore. We can run away, be somewhere far away. We can have our future, just to ourselves. Oh, Julie, I'm so happy to marry you!"

The excitement in his voice, his unconditional love for her was showing through.

Too bad for him, that was about to be cut off.

"Oh, Wally.."

Julie paused for a moment. She broke the facade. A creepy smile crept on her lips as she took out the ax that she hid behind her back.

"I wish I could say the same."

What..? No, no no..

Wally was taken aback. He quickly took a few steps back as fear crept on him like an incoming tsunami. That tsunami crashed, all was visible was fear and terror on his look.

"J-Julie?!"

No, he didn't have time to think. He needed to get out, and fast. Wally quickly turned on his feet to run, but he was stopped. Julie was quick to grab him by the arm, tightening her grip as she prepared to strike. Before Wally could think or process what was happening, there was a sudden sound that clapped through the air.

It was loud, causing Wally to flinch. He then felt excruciating pain somewhere in his arm. He looked down and screamed, seeing he was now missing an arm.

"PLEASE, STOP!" Wally managed to scream out in between his pained noises. Tears ran down his face, crying in so much pain. Julie took enjoyment in his cries, he should've stepped away when he had the chance back then.

With a sick, twisted laughter, Julie took the chance and shoved Wally down to the ground. He groaned in pain, trembling as fear and pain overwhelmed him. He was a sobbing mess, the veil covering his face as he looked up at Julie with heartbreak, fear, and betrayal. She stomped down on his leg, causing him to flinch and cry more in pain.

"Stay still. I'll make this as painless as possible for you." She spoke coldly. She made it very clear that she never loved him. She never loved him, and it now too Wally this exact moment for him to realize that.

"N-No, please.." He began to plead. Julie lifted her ax up in the air, staring down at Wally with a horrific grin.

"JULIE, PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I LOVED YOU, PLEASE! NO, NO!!" Wally was bawling his eyes out. His heart beat faster, but not out of love. It was out of fear and terror. Oh god, he was about to die. There was nothing he could do.

"NO!" Was all Wally could scream out as he saw Julie slam her ax down.

Then.. everything went black.

There was no pulse. No heartbeat.

Oh.. he was dead..

Wally was dead..

...

Why..?

Why him..?

It didn't feel real, he didn't want it to be real.

No, no.. he can't possibly be dead.

Somewhere, out there, he was there. It was pitch black. Was he in his mind? That would be far fetched, yet there he laid on the ground. Everything was pitch black. So much pain overwhelmed him, it was difficult to move. But eventually, the pain slowly began to subside.

Wally softly groaned as he slowly sat up. As he sat up, he noticed stitches on his arm that.. was chopped off.

His eyes widened. Tears flooded his eyes as he saw how horribly discolored his skin was. Once a cheery yellow, was now a dark blue that is cold. He looked down at himself, now noticing that all of his precious valuables were now missing.

Wally lost everything. Oh.. he really lost everything.

He couldn't handle this. Wally slowly began to sob as he stared at the ground in disbelief.

"N-No.. I can't be dead.. I can't.. be dead.. No.. please.. Julie, why..?"

Wally held his hands together tightly and held them against his chest as he sobbed uncontrollably. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His heart ached, his body was numb. What did he do to deserve this..?

He didn't understand. He didn't understand anything. Wally sighed with a shaky breath as he continued to sob. He slowly curled up in a ball. All he could do was cry and sob. He couldn't control his emotions. Tears kept pouring down until his head ached.

Wally loved Julie. She meant the whole world to him. She was the one who made his heart flutter. But now?

She was the one who made his heart stop beating.

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IM SO SORRY GUYS PLEASE FORGIVE ME ; ; I PINKY PROMISE I'LL MAKE A MORE LIGHTHEARTED CORPSE PUPPET FIC I PROMISE!!

#corpse puppet au #welcome home #wally darling #wally welcome home #julie joyful #julie welcome home #welcome home au #Wally is not okay to say the least #oops! #I should've done my homeork but did this instead #i do not regret this

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A/N: don't even ask me where this came from I was doing dishes and had a THOT when I should be doing other things 😔 anyways tw: for degradation and slapping mostly just in case. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I might elaborate on this in an actual fic so getting this out of my system and archiving for later maybe 😉

Coworker Jeonghan who keeps sending not so subtle glances over at you during a company outing. Your secretary and best friend catches his action and snorts, shaking her head. Meanwhile, the giggling interns and newer employees you oversee all stare at you starstruck, their respectable senior, for also catching the attention of such a handsome man.

"How do you know him?" they flock to you and ask, although they're genuinely curious. "Do you know him or is he your secret admirer?"

"Not so secret now."

You glare at Mina. "We used to date in high school and well into college until he decided to take an offer overseas."

"So you're a couple?"

"We were. Obviously we broke up when LDR inevitably failed."

The promising new hire you've been keeping an eye on sighs wistfully. "Old flames never die, do they?"

"We're just coworkers. Acquaintances even. We both agreed to split on amicable terms."

"You're so cool," they gush enthusiastically, "not to have feelings anymore and be so professional."

"As expected of our leader!"

"The ultimate role model in the office!"

You can't help but thrive off of their praise, clinking your glass of water to their alcoholic ones. You smile brightly with your best work attitude, ignoring the dark look Jeonghan is sending your way.

It doesn't matter because you know he'll meet you in the hotel after at precisely 10 'o clock. He's never late and hates to wait.

That's why you're ready by 9:55, sharp. Blouse unbuttoned and skirt riding past your ass, presenting yourself prettily on the bed. Dripping pussy soaking your tiny lace thong faces the door, the first thing Jeonghan sees when he barges through.

He sighs harshly through his nose, though grunts in approval at seeing you just how he likes. The first thing on the docket once you're within reach is to deliver a harsh slap across your ass. The sting makes you moan yet you're already seeing stars when he tears away the scrap of fabric barely concealing your puffy clit. Again.

"Sucking up all that praise from your juniors. What was it? Being calm and collected? Cool-headed? About me?" He scoffs. "A shame I'm the only one who knows the truth."

"I just bought that pair," you complain and try to conceal your smile when he slaps you again.

"Then don't act up," Jeonghan mutters. He frowns, knowing how much you're actually enjoying this and grips the back of your neck, urging you to rise up on your knees. Back flush against his chest, he whispers in your ear. "And tell me the truth."

"I'm a slut. I love being degraded."

"That's right," he drops you forward again, fingers brushing against your bare cunt. "And whose slut are you?"

"Yours."

"And who do you like being degraded by?"

"You!"

He smirks at your elated gasp, the pretty way your arch your back as when he eases a finger inside your warm pussy.

"And who jumped on me the minute my feet touched down on our home turf? Begged me to come apply to their company so I could fuck them like I never left inside their office? Every. Fucking. Lunch break."

He punctuates those last four winders by stuffing you full of his fingers, pausing so you'll answer him. Pussy already clenching at the memories of bouncing on his dick in your leather office chair during a conference call.

Poor Mina.

"Me!"

"That's right. Desperate whore. No one can satisfy this pathetic pussy better than I can, huh?"

"You're right," you sob out in ecstacy when he begins to slide his fingers back and forth only to leave your hole altogether.

Jeonghan moves from the side of the bed to the other and sits down, loosening his tie. He waits for you to crawl over like you know how to, despite your trembling limbs. Shaking hands already reaching for the zipper on his dress pants but he swats them away.

"Then prove I'm right. How much you want me always," he hisses and presses your mouth against the bulge of his dick hidden in his pants. "Take it out with your mouth, slut. If you're desperate enough, you'll be able to, won't you?"

You're already getting to work, eyes shining and focused on the prize. He sighs in relief when your lips wrap around him, running a hand through his blonde bangs.

"That's my pretty slut."

#Damn back to finals and wonu thriller <3 #ez.thots #hannie.thots #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #Brain go brrrrrrrrrrr #I didn't think much w/ this so #Bye! #svt.thots

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Warning:basically everything sexual :/

SUNOOS RED HAIR HAS BEEN GETTING TO ME LATLY

Summary:it’s your birthday and your hot pink tight dress that almost shows your ass is enough to drive sunoo insane

The time was 10:45pm and your birthday party was going amazing you were finally 20 and in your 3rd year of collage everything was going amazing except for the fact that u didn’t really well want a party and where a dress that is way to short for your liking but you wanted to make your bff happy so hear u are throwing a party witch no one would have came to if it wasn’t for your freind cause u didn’t have many or actually u had none other than seoyeon so u we’re grateful to her

-TIME SKIP-

It was now 12:30 am u drank way to many shots than u were supposed to but u didn’t feel super tipsy so u knew than when u felt that someone was staring at you witch a lot of people were more than usual maybe because I didn’t have my glasses or my hair up like always but this stare was diffrent so u knew you weren’t going crazy so you looked in the direction where u felt someone was staring and you weren’t wrong u locked eyes with sunoo…WAIT WHAT THEY KIM SUNOO IS LOOKING AT ME RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT !!you immediately turned around fighting the urge to scream until u felt someone’s arm wrap around your waist from behind u froze and didn’t know what to do that’s until they wisperd

Sunoo:why are u so stiff

U turned your head to the side a little

Y/n:s-sun

Sunoo:u seem nervous but u didn’t seem to nervous when u were dancing with your dress almost showing all your ass

U quickly try to get out of his hold now embarrassed a little and wanting to just find Seoyeon and tell her what happened

Sunoo:ah ah no so fast 

Yn:s-sunoo please let me go

Sunoo: why don’t h wanna have some fun baby

He drags you by your arm going up the stairs and ask witch is your room

Sunoo: witch is your room

You said nothing scared somthing was about to go down witch it in fact did…

//5MIN TIME SKIP\\

Sunoo pinned you against the way kissing your neck making sure to leave hicks. Visible this is your first time so obvi u were scared until he started to play with the strap of you dress is gave u butterfly’s he push off from the wall laying u on the bed

Sunoo:hey princes can I take this off

Y/n:yes please

Kissing the top part that your bra left revealing he unclasped your bra as you archers your back he definitely was a boob guy cause the way he swirled his tounge around your bud and pulls at it was amazing

“Your so pretty I wish I could be more slow with you”

“But I’m kinda hurting and you are to pretty”

You just moaned being to dumb from him barley doing anything he took off your panties and took of his boxers I got scared seeing his size being your first time he was so thick

“W-wait sun”

“Mm baby what’s wrong”

“This is my first time”

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you”

He slowly slid into you feeling a starch of pain

“Ah it hurts sunoo”

“I know princess I’ll wait”

He started to kiss you distracting you from the pain but suddenly that pain was turend into pleasure

“Sunoo please move “

“Anything you say princess “

He slowly went in and out you moaning him kissing you to get you to hush but it felt so good too good

“You feel so good princess “

“Agrh please sunoo omg”

He started to rub your clit and press down on your stoch to feel his duck bulging out of your rearaging your organs

“Ah sun-sunoo omg I need to pee “

“Good princess “

He went faster bucking his hips sucking on your boobs and then you came undon he was still going tho to reach his own high

“Your so tight how can you be so tight and feel so good omg”

He started to get close but you were also getting close to your second orgasam

“Sun im gonna cun again “

“Me too princess me to “

And then he came and so did you leaving you both fucked out CANT believing you just had the hottest guy on campuse take your virginity but it felt good so good you never wanted it to stop

“Princess I think you should get dressed now to celebrate and cut your cake for your party “

“And I got you something “

Sunoo Barley knew you so him getting you something was outta pokey but so was him fucking you

“Aw sun you didn’t have to”

You opend the box and there was a bracelet with your anitail on it

“Thank you I love it so much sun”

“I’m glad you like it and next time I promise to take my time with you”

Next time!??

…………………………

AHHDJFJGJG if you guys want a part two lemeee know!

#sunoo smau #sunny #sunoo fanfic #sunoo smut #enhypen smut #enhypen #fanfic

[whogaveyoupermission]

Well, hello there! Thanks for the tags @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy

I’ve got this silly little fic in progress—I’d Gladly Eat You for Breakfast—and I’m trying to cram every last food analogy I can into it. So while I could give you a portion of what I posted yesterday (since ch. 4 is not yet ready for anyone’s eyes), I thought I’d just share some of the food analogies from throughout. Quotes 1-3 are from chapters 1-3, and the fourth is from the final, currently unposted chapter. (Should be out after the weekend? Only time will tell.)

Simon Snow’s chest and neck, cheeks and ears [are] going pink. Pink enough that I can see in the dim light. Like I spread strawberry preserves over him instead of my toast. (Sorry Dre—I know you dislike strawberry jam 😝)

His eyebrows are thick and cocked; his skin’s the colour of of one of those lattes he loves so much.

I want to crack him open like a walnut, sink my teeth into him like he’s brioche.

I’d eat him with a spoon if I could. Top him with whipped cream. Pour him into my morning tea, drink him down in the afternoon.

It’s fun to write something fun, but I MUST get back to my manuscript after finishing this fic. Fanfiction is excellent for writer’s block, no?

Tags and enthusiastic high fives: @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @basiltonbutliketheherb @bookish-bogwitch @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @creepyspice @confused-bi-queer @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @ionlydrinkhotwater @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @johnwgrey @larkral @letraspal @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @philaet0s @rhienfic @raenestee @scone-lover @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @tea-brigade @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @whatevertheweather @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

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MAFS CHAPER EIGHT

Slightly nsfw minors DNI 18+ to be safe

It’s all or nothing.

Tonight is the night where our Newlyweds will be spending their first night together. After a long night of getting married to a stranger they will have to navigate the marital bed, learn routines, and finally get some time to talk to each other and figure out some of the reasons that they were matched. Will things get hot and heavy? Or will we find a new revival of the meaning of bathtub gin?

Find out tonight of Married at First Sight..

Nora leaned against Nikki, he had her high heels in one hand, her hip in the other. Both of them leaning against each other, this quiet over them as they both thought about how they were going to be in a room, alone soon.

“I can feel your heart beating.” Nikki whispered it in her ear, watching the way Nora turned, looking up at him. It was in her eyes, this sudden worry about something that he didn't want her to worry about.  “I’m looking forward to getting to know you more. Learn more about that beautiful mind of yours; I’m sure it matches the beautiful outside.” Nora’s heart fluttered as she turned, wrapping her arms around him as they kissed.

The camera crew was thinking about taking a bet about which couples would consummate their marriage tonight and it seemed like easy money to put it on NIkki and Nora doing much more than talking.

Nikki pushed open the door to the suite, reaching for Nora as he guided her inside the room. The couple stepped inside together. Nora expected to feel shy, but she was more aware of the cameras now. A moment she had expected to be alone she could feel the lens peering at her, almost sucking out some of the intimacy.

“Let me help you out of the dress. Do you have pajamas? I can give you my shirt?” Nikki ws speaking softer now, he was aware of the shift in Nora. The way that she was giving looks at the camera almost unsure of what to do with them there.

His confidence made her breathe, nodding her head as Nikki’s fingers slid down her neck, moving to start undoing the buttons on herdress, moving his lips down so that she could feel him breathing on her skin. He laid kisses across her shoulders as he started to help her undress, hearing the soft way her voice caught in her throat.

“Can I have your shirt?” Nikki smirked, nodding his head as he moved his head to nod towards the bathroom, Nora moving in there with him close behind.

She was turning to him, looking at him as he started undoing his vest and moving on to the dress shirt he was going to dress her in.

“It feels weird with the camera.” she whispered it, the pair of them being alone made her feel a little bit better but she craved a cigarette, something to do with her hands to calm herself down. It was hard now for some reason, after it all being so easy.

Nora worried about the high of the wedding and being around people was fading. What if she was uncomfortable around her husband? But just as quickly as the doubt appeared Nikki was reaching for her hands, his fingers turning the ring there as she looked at him.

“Nora. The cameras will leave. After this whole experience they will be gone. We will have more time just you and I then you and I and a whole film crew.” She smirked, nodding her head. “Here.” He was shrugging from his shirt, laying it on the sink for her. “You can get ready for bed out here and I’ll keep the cameras busy out there.

He winked at her as he walked out, not knowing how she wanted him to stay.

Nora took out her hair, washed off her makeup and smirked as she slid on Nikki’s shirt. It was still warm and smelled like him. As she inhaled her husband's scent she smirked, touching her lips as she felt the smirk.

The camera crew would eventually leave and it would just be her and Nikki. She just had to make it through maybe an hour of filming and then Nikki was all hers.

Opening the bathroom door she looked at Nikki. He was only in a pair of black briefs. Pushing his hair back as Nora watched him, wearing his dress shirt that she was swimming in. Nikki was very attractive in a suit but shirtless Nikki in briefs was, chefs kiss.

“Hey hubby.” Nikki turned, his eyes on his wife as he blinked, mouth opening and closing as he looked at Nora.

No makeup. Hair combed out. His shirt on. Nikki was ready for the cameras to leave now.

Nora rushed across the room to him, wrapping her arms around Nikki as she still felt a bit shy, now more than ever since they didn’t have all their clothes on and the air was thick with need. Neither of them kissed, both knowing that was going to break the dam and they wouldn’t be able to stop once they started.

“I usually don’t wear a ton of makeup so get used to this face.” she joked. Nikki tilted her face up, looking at the green golden specks in the center of her eyes.

“Gladly.” Nikki was leading them back to bed, helping Nora in, smirking as she pulled the comforter up and turned instantly to where NIkki was getting in. He liked how interested in him she was. How she felt like home and it was just a few hours into getting to know her. What was a lifetime going to look like if he was this happy so soon?

Nikki touched her hip, smirking as Nora pushed herself closer, legs tangling with his.

“How does it feel to be a married woman, Mrs. Sixx?” he picked up her hand, kissing the wedding ring there as Nora watched him, this look of absolute joy on her face, “Because I already love being your husband.”

“I’m glad, Nikki. I’m glad that it was you at the end of the aisle. It feel like-”

“It was meant to be.” he finished for her, seeing the way that Nora nodded, her eyes slightly watering as she felt him rub her cheek, “I can’t wait to get to know you more.” he was whispering, both of them wanting privacy and just falling into each other.

The camera crew knew they needed to leave. They had another couple coming up to bed that they needed to film but they wanted to see if there would be anything else that would happen with the couple.

“Can we pull you for an Interview?” Nikki looked over his shoulder, the first flash of annoyance on his face but Nora was squeezing his hand, calming him down. He knew that she was thinking that as soon as he went he could come back and the cameras would leave.

Nikki was in another room, bathrobe on as he sat in front of the camera. He was trying to focus as they set up but all he could think about was Nora, wrapped up in the comforter, giving him a look as he walked away to let him know that she would be waiting for him to come back. He was very aware that he was going to sleep with his wife tonight. He had a few questions about the logistics of it.

Was she on birth control? Was it going to be soft and easy? Or fast and furious? How was her love making style? What was her body like? Where did she want to be touched? Did she like to be held after or did she clean up and fall asleep? Could he hold her after, tell her how he felt about this whole situation?

“How are you feeling about Nora?” Nikki looked up, the mention of his wife making him smile. His heart was beating, thinking how easy this day went with her. How everything he had been worried about dissipated as she ran down the aisle towards him, falling into his arms.

“I think the experts picked my soulmate.” The crew all looked at each other, surprised that he had said that after only about eight hours with his wife. “Everything I was worried about before this is gone. It’s like the only thing I’m worried about now is if she’s okay alone in the room.” He was thinking of Nora, hoping she was waiting for him and not asleep.

But if she was he’d crawl into bed and hold her. He craved the weight of her in his arms.

“Soulmate?” The producers were smiling, thinking of ratings and excited to share the footage with the three experts who had picked these couples.

“Yeah, there's something about Nora that just…I can’t explain it. I..I’m going to go back to my wife now, actually.” NIkki was standing up, ending the interview as the camera crew looked at each other, shocked.

“We should probably go film Duff and Mathilde now.” someone piped up and they were packing up, ready to set up in the room. Another camera crew was filming them leaving their reception at that moment.

Mathilde and Duff walked through their friend holding up sparklers, their hands entwined as the pair of them smiled at each other, looking at each other with shy smirks as they were sent off by their friends and family.

It felt real now. Their marriage, their wedding, everything.

Like their wedding night, which they both were walking down a hallway to share together.

Duff was thinking about there being a couch in the room or maybe a chair so that he didn't make Mathilde feel uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as her. She was already picturing it being a sleepover but where you stay up all night, noses  touching as you lazily kiss each other discovering a whole world of someone else in the smallest part of morning.

In the room Duff looked from the bed to his wife, biting his lip as he nervously tried to think of what to do. But Mathilde was moving past him, squeezing his arm as she went.

“I’m going to get ready for bed, can I meet you there?” her eyes on him as she flirted, making Duff nod, swallowing hard as he thought of his wife flirting with him.

He had a million girls flirt with him. Life of a rockstar where girls would come backstage and plenty of things had happened. But suddenly with Mathilde his mouth was dry and he had no game. He was worried about what she would think of him if he moved too fast. He didn’t want her to be hurt so he would take his time. Get to know her, do this all right.

He was lost in thought when the camera crew asked  to interview him, pulling him to an adjoining room for an interview. His hands were shaky, so much expectation laid at his feet now. And he was going to have to talk about it.

“How does it feel to be married?”

Duff thought about the question, taking a second before he answered the production crew. Mainly because he wasn’t sure how he was feeling since it was like a tornado of emotions that he was going through. It seemed like every few seconds he was feeling something else, thinking about something else.

“It feels good. We just met but Mathilde is so kind and fun. I can see why we’re matched and.” Duff blushed slightly at this, feeling like a kid again with what he was about to admit, “I have a crush on my wife. I mean, how could I not?” Mathilde was the type of gorgeous men did double takes for, giving themself whiplash over.

But it was more than her beauty that had captured the blonde bassist's attention. It was the way she touched his hand when he was overwhelmed, how the softness of her smile calmed him  in a way that the prescription drugs he had been diagnosed with were supposed to do but never seemed to actually work. Mathilde was the presence in his life that he had been seeking since childhood. That good thing in the world people talk about but never manage to actually find. And yet here Duff was, married to her.

Yes, Mathilde was beautiful but it was more than that, something that was special about her that he needed. She completed him in a way that he hadn’t realized he needed and he was excited to see where or if he fit into her life.

Izzy was going to lose his mind if the cameras didn’t fuck off. He was very aware of the stress that he felt with them there and he was running the risk of his cigarettes running out if he didn't make it to the luggage in the suite he would be sharing with Vialou. As he thought of her name he looked up to find her, his eyes scanning the crowd where he found his wife, taking another shot of whatever she was drinking swinging in circles as she danced with her friends and family.

She looked happy, like she knew some secret to life that Izzy couldn’t understand and he envied her ability to be so calm as she danced and just had fun. Vialou had a passion for life that Izzy wanted to tap into and enjoy with her.

Standing up, he moved to where his wife was spinning, sure  to fall over soon from the amount that she was drinking. BUt as he moved closer it was like she sensed him and reached out for Izzy, wrapping herself around him with a delighted smile paying on her features.

“Izzy, darling.” she was moving, making him dance by proxy, which he very much did not want to do. BUt maybe this was what he needed to be able to  have a happy life. Maybe he needed to dance.

But then Izzy realized that he did not ever have to dance and he did not want to be caught dancing anywhere. He glanced around, grabbing Vialou’s hand and pulling her towards the hallway as she smirked, following him.

“We should go to our room. It’s late and we’re traveling in the morning and should try to get some sleep.” He was trying to be realistic but Vialou had no care for reality. She wanted to have fun and laugh with everyone. It didn’t matter that she was getting married on a reality TV show because everything that she was going through was real.

“One more dance.” She was trying to get him to dance with her again but Izzy was thinking of how they had to wake up by 8AM to start filing again. Vialou was going to have an awful hangover as it was and Izzy needed to make sure that he could get her from the home.

“We can dance upstairs.” he would do anything to get her to leave their reception and it seemed to work because Vialou looked at him, her eyes suggesting something that made Izzy realize he had phrased it entirely wrong.

Vialou grabbed his hand, tugging him close as she kissed him, surprising Izzy and making him redden as he felt the eyes and lens of the camera on him. When he pulled away Vialou smirked at him, fingering his tie as she held him close.

“You’re shy. I hope you don’t keep that up in bed later.” Izzy had enough of that. He was wrapping an arm around Vialou, guiding her from the ballroom where they were having their reception towards the elevators that would take them upstairs.

Vialou was direct and sexual. She had this ferocity in her that Izzy craved like a wild animal craves its next meal, needy and to live. But her directness also threw him off when they were being filmed. He wanted them to have this intimacy in private.

“Lou, please. Can we talk tonight about this?” she looked at him, eyes narrowed in annoyance at her husband. Her gun soaked thoughts made his words sound like he didn’t desire her. And her confidence was instantly shaken by this. Something that Vialou hadn’t experienced before. She was always so good about knowing what she wanted and getting it.

They were on the floor of their suit, the silence between them being filmed at deafening volume by the camera crew. Vialou stopped as he opened the door, Izzy looking at his wife over his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“You need to carry me over the threshold. It’s about the spirits and safety.” Izzy looked at her, realizing he wasn’t joining and stepped back over. She was lifted easily into his arms, pressed against his chest as he turned back into the room, carrying her into  their suite.

Izzy was walking with her held against him, Vialou holding the lapels of his jacket as they looked at each. She felt like he was going to kiss her and her heartbeat, thinking maybe she reached too far and he was attracted to her. But Izzy was setting her onto the bed, the rose petals someone had done in the shape of a heart breaking apart as Vialou watched her husband take a step away.

She wanted to scream at him, throw something at his head. Vialou did not like how Izzy was making her feel. Not one bit of her feeling desired and hating how she felt the strangeness between her and her husband. Vialou had been so sure that there had been a spark when she had kissed him for the first time. So sure that everything was coming together. And now he was making her doubt it all.

Getting up she went into her luggage, grabbing the black negligee she had planned to wear to bed with her husband and the flask full of gun she had packed, pushing past where Izzy was silently undressing, turning as she bumped into him, stepping away by her cold glare.

This was not going how he expected it to.

Mathilde was wearing a white cotton short set with ‘bride’ in blue silk stitched to the chest. She moved to the bed, looking at Duff who was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He itched the back of his head, looking from her to the bed.

“I can sleep on the couch if it makes you more comfortable. Or if you want to sleep in the bed we can put pillows between us so that you don’t feel like we have to do anything.” he was nervous about tonight and she could see it, moving to her husband as she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed and pulling aside the bedspread.

Duff watched the ease as she shifted across the sheets, patting beside her as she laid down, looking at him scampering into the side beside her. Their eyes met and he grabbed her hand, holding it in his, half to feel calm and half because he wanted her closer to him, wanted to touch her in some way.

“Hello husband.”

“Hello Wife.”

They exchanged cheesy smiles at each other. Both of them knew that the cameras were there but they didn’t seem  to care about them when they were together. It was like the world was theirs and they just wanted to spend their time with each other.

“What’s your favorite color?” Mathilde asked Duff. She wanted to start the night by asking about what small things he liked, building upon these little things to make a bigger happier base for their lives.

Mathildde wanted forever with her husband and it was important to her that she put in the work to get that forever. Marriage was not easy and there would be plenty of turmoil to come , especially in the expedited process of this marriage.

“I’m color blind.” he said with a small sad smile , “But I guess I can be romantic and say the color of your eyes, or the color of your lips right now in this light.” he moved a thumb up to touch the soft velvet plushness of her lips. She smirked at the gentle way he touched her, the way that her eyes watched him and how she liked when he bent down, laying a  gentle kiss on her lips.

“I like when you kiss me.” Mathilde whispered out the confession to her husband, softly like she was giving him a secret that he couldn’t help but smile at that. Being intimate, even if it was just kissing, felt personal. To do it with a stranger in bed on your wedding night?

Duff felt good about his marriage at that moment, he felt happy with his wife and the life that they could have together.

He looked up at the camera crew, smirking as he slid out of bed. Mathilde watched him as she imagined what it would be like to fall asleep in the middle of kisses with him. Getting up to open the door for them.

“We have an early start tomorrow, see you then.” They all exchange smirks, nodding in a way that was knowing as they headed out for the night.

They had seen couples requesting private time before and it always led to scenes that they couldn’t film or private thoughts that weren’t theirs to capture and they were sure that was what was happening.

Duff turned back, looking at Mathilde in bed and smiled at her with a smirk as he locked the day behind him.

“Hello wife.”

“Hello husband.” Mathilde reached for him as she welcomed him back into the bed, feeling his hand slide down, resting on her hip as she looked at him with eyes shining. “Can we talk more and kiss more?”

“We can do whatever you want.” Duff was leaning down to kiss her again as he said this, starting off by delivering on one of the things that she wanted.

Nikki opened the door, looking toward Nora who was pushing herself up on the bed, on her knees. His eyes were on her, locking the door before he threw off his bathrobe, letting it flutter uselessly to the floor as he reached out for his wife. Taking her in his arms as he kissed her, deep and needy as she moaned against his lips, letting him push her back into the thickness of the mattress.

Nora rolled, smirking as she straddled Nikki. She reached for his hand pressing it on her stomach, guiding it up as she looked at him. He watched her face as his hand pushed up the warm skin of her stomach, the other hand that she wasn't guiding following the path the pair had followed until it was grabbing her breasts, holding them as she breathed unevenly out, mouth trembling as she felt the thickness of his erection pressing against her through their underwear. Her hips were rolling ever so softly as she let Nikki cup and pinch at her breasts.

“We are wearing too much.” Nikki could agree with her words more. He was pulling at teh dress shirt he had been wearing earlier that day, groaning as he looked at Nora, sitting atop him in just the thin white lace of a thong.

The way he looked at her, his eyes scanning her as he took in the way his wife looked. The way her body was on top of his. He knew what he wanted and he knew what she wanted but so much was going through his mind, he didn’t know where to start.

But Nora did.

She was sliding off the bed, standing in the sparse lamp light that cast her body in romantic shadows. Nikki is sitting up to watch her. How she hooked her thumbs into her underwear sides and pushed them down with a shimmy of her hips, stepping out of them as Nikki looked at her again walking towards him with careful steps where her hips danced left than right in seductive motions.

“Your  turn.” she dropped down in front of him, eyes on NIkki as her fingers touched the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down. Nikki looked at her between his legs and the way Nora sucked in her bottom lip before her tongue came out wetting the bottom. She was resting her cheek against his thigh, rolling her neck to take a soft bite of the flesh there, teeth marks imprinted as he watched her smirk, turning her head back to his cock.

Nikki reached for her, not believing that he was giving up a blowjob as he brought his wife into bed with him, had her straddling his thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, readjusting as her legs moved, knees back on the mattress as she looked at him. Then he saw it.

It was just a flicker in her eyes as she looked at him. Nora was afraid.

“I want to take my time with you, Nora.” Her eyes softened , looking away for a second as she tried to figure out what to say to him, feeling the warmth of him against her thighs. The weight of Nikki on her body as she felt him against her, grounding her.

She turned looking back to him as she smiled, more forced now. Nikki hated the forced way she was smiling, feeling guilty for making his bride uncomfortable.

“Can I tell you…the truth?” she asked it soft, quietly.

Nikki reached for her hand , fingers entwining as he made sure he was close to her. Feeling the way her heart beat as he laid a kiss on her shoulder, tasting another on her collarbone before his eyes were on hers again.

“Always.”

The one word made her smile at him, breathing out slightly unsteady as she thought about how much she wanted this man to make love to her, make her feel better about all the things that had happened to her in the past.

“I want you, Nikki. That I want to make very clear before I say anything else. That I’m burning up for you.” he smirked at this until he saw the way her lips corners were a soft frown, “I haven’t been with someone in…almost two years.” she whispered it out and he froze, looking at her knowing there was a reason for this, wanting to ask more but also knowing that Nora would say as much as he needed to know.

“We have a lifetime. We don’t have to rush anything.``He was genuine with this, Nora knew that but she shook her head, biting her lip as she raised her hand to cup his cheek.

The gentle way that she held him, her fingers so soft against his face as she looked at her husband the way Nikki knew would lead to their relationship furthering emotionally. He looked at Nora and knew he could fall in love with her. Knew that their similarities were compatible and he was looking forward to finding out their differences, knowing that those would compliment each other as well.

“We’re not rushing anything.” Nora said, her thumb running over his lips, “We’re right on time.” She moved to kiss him then, drawing Nikki in and making the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign NIkki had hung on the door useful.

Vialou looked at her gown that was thrown over the bathroom sink. She had felt gorgeous in her gown, beautiful and powerful all from a bit of cloth. She had felt really like a bride, despite the unusual circumstances that she had earned that title in. She had been so excited, so content feeling like she was supposed to be right where she was at the moment when she was with Izzy, being kissed and feeling like this was where she was most meant to be.

Now, Vialous sipped heavily from her flash, extending her legs so that they draped over the bathtub and sinking down further into the porcelain tub.

“Fuck ‘em.” she paused, turning her head at the idea, “‘Cause he ain’t fucking me.” Vialou found herself quite funny and giggled at this. A small snort of laughter came from her lips as she held her hand to her mouth.

Vialou had bought herself quite the ensemble for her first night as a wife. Her black silk negligee with a high slit, lace trimming the bottom of the night gown and matching the long gloves she paired with it and the choker. She felt dangerous and gorgeous, sensual and mysterious. Desirable to a man who seemed to not desire her.

“His loss.” she spoke aloud, jumping slightly when there was a knock on the door. Turning and looking at the door Vialou pulled her legs back into the tub, sinking down so just her eyes were looking over the porcelain of the tub. “Go away.”

“No.” Izzy’s voice was strong and he was annoyed the camera’s were capturing this. He wanted to have the privacy with his wife, craved and needed to have the time alone with her and he couldn’t because these fuckers wanted to film everything.

Izzy was going to need to find a way to calm down because he was so stressed from the whole process. His bride was obviously displeased with him, having locked herself in the  bathroom for the last hour. He was failing as a husband in the first 24 hours and he couldn’t stand it.

“Vialou, if you don’t come and talk to me I’m going to break down the fucking door.” Izzy hissed. He meant it too, not caring that he was probably coming across as a crazy person on TV because he knew that it had been difficult for Vialou to be paired with him.

His wife, who liked to dance and laugh, married to a man who was private and still as a board, who gave out smiles as rarely as the sun had eclipses. Maybe the experts had gotten it wrong or maybe, maybe he had to break open a fucking door and deal with a hotel bill for a damaged room to show his wife that he was a fool.

His shoulder hit the door: once, twice, three times until it gave way and he saw Vialou, head back and drunk as she looked at him with all her hair pinned up, looking like a vixen in all her black lace and silk.

Izzy’s shoulder hurt, throbbed from pain but not like his cock that ached when he saw his wife looking like that. The black lace of her gloves, the low cut of her nightgown, all that skin that was just begging him to explore it.

“Husband.” Vialou slurred the word out, snapping Izzy out of the stupor that he was in to see her. It smelled like gin and lust in the bathroom but there was a light from the camera and he knew that he couldn’t just be the crazy person who broke doors open for a stranger.

He sighed, moving to Vialou, reaching down and picking up his drunk wife from her bathtub she was soaking herself in gin in. She looked at him, drunk and annoyed and she was sure that if she hadn’t drank so much she would have slapped his hands away, told him to not touch her but Vialous had drank enough to just glare instead.

Izzy carried her past the cameras. Not bothering to glance at them as he moved to lay his wife in their marriage bed, tucking her in as he moved, shutting the lamp off and bathing the room in darkness as the producer and cameraman groaned at Izzy. He wasn’t going to make this easy for them.

“You look absolutely stunning, my Vialou. Try to get some sleep so I can enjoy you in the morning.” Izzy kissed the side of her mouth, Vialou feeling dizzy closed her eyes, smirking as she realized that Izzy had noticed what she was wearing and found her attractive. At least her husband did like her, even if he was an idiot.

Izzy settled down in the chair across from the bed, looking at his wife who was sure to have a terrible hangover in the morning. He watched his wife, not trusting himself in bed with her and wondered what the next eight weeks with her would bring.

Next time on Married at First sight. Three more of our couples who said ‘I do’ share their first night together as man and wife. Will old  love stories be revisited and will new love stories begin? Find out next time.

#nikki sixx #motley crue #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #mötley crüe #nikki sixx imagine #tommy lee #izzy stradlin fan fiction #daddy sixx #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin headcanon #izzy stradlin fanfic #slash #guns n roses #gnr #nikki sixx fanfiction #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan imagine #mafs #mafs story #duff mckagan x reader

[joslincox]

Middle School: Biology Immune Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Alternative Rock

Track Listing:

Air Force Ones - St. Lunatics

Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve ft. Gwen Stefani

The Hell Song - Sum 41

What If - Aaliyah

Foolish - Ashanti

Ruff Ryders Anthem - DMX

Hot In Herre - Nelly

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez

Caramel - City High ft. Eve

Full Moon - Brandy

Work It - Missy Elliott

Still Fly - Big Tymers

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

The Anthem - Good Charlotte

Grow Up - Simple Plan

All The Small Things - Blink-182

Uh-Huh - B2K

Good Times - Styles P

All I Have - LL Cool J ft. Jennifer Lopez

It's The Weekend - Lil J ft. Kandi

No Scrubs - TLC

Po' Folks - Nappy Roots

Stingy - Ginuwine

Too Hood - Monica

Still Dre - Dr. Dre

Ooh, Ooh - Willa Ford

Where The Party At - Jagged Edge

Stay The Night - IMX

Call Me - Tweet

Welcome to Atlanta - Jermaine Dupri

Addictive - Truth Hurts

Thug Lovin' - Ja Rule ft. Bobby Brown

I Wanna Know - Joe

Playas Gon' Play - 3LW

U Got It Bad - Usher

Braid My Hair - Mario

Wait A Minute - Ray J ft. Lil Kim

Just In Case - Nivea

I Heard It All Before - Sunshine Anderson

2 Way - Lil Romeo

Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Steelo - 702 ft. Missy Elliott

I Do - Blaque ft. Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes

All I Need - Aaliyah

I'm A Thug - Trick Daddy

What's My Age Again - Blink-182

Basket Case - Green Day

Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Still Waiting - Sum 41

Party Hard - Andrew W.K

Turn It Out - De La Soul ft. Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham

Makin' Good Love - Avant

You Know That I Love You - Dontell Jones

7 Days - Craig David

Why Did You Have to Be - Debelah Morgan

Why Don't We Fall In Love - Amerie

I Should Be... - Dru Hill

Mesmerize - Ja Rule ft. Ashanti

Solo Star - Solange

Fabulous - Jaheim

Punk Rock 101 - Bowling For Soup

Fome Is Dape - Little T and One Track Mike

It Wasn't Me - Shaggy

Bounce With Me - Lil Bow Wow ft. Xscape

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Unpretty - TLC

Bad Boy For Life - Diddy

Who's That Girl - Eve

Welcome to Paradise - Green Day

Come On, Come On - Smash Mouth

Bounce - System Of a Down

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Open - Brandy

We Need a Resolution - Aaliyah

Lapdance - N.E.R.D

Hey Ma - Cam'ron

Case Of The Ex (What'cha Gonna Do) - Mýa

Break Ya Neck - Busta Rhymes

Area Codes - Ludacris

Take It To Da House - Trick Daddy

Here We Go Again - Nappy Roots

Without Me - Eminem

Watch Me Do My Thing - IMX

Key To My Heart - Craig David

Summer In The City - St. Lunatics

2nd Best - Cherise ft. Dino

Cool Daddy Cool - Kid Rock ft. Joe C

Who's There - Smash Mouth

Perfect - Simple Plan

Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling For Soup

One Step Closer - Linkin Park

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Toxicity - System Of a Down

Pull Over - Trina

In Da Wind - Trick Daddy

What Would You Do - City High

Rider Like Me - Ezekiel Lewis

U Don't Got To Call - Usher

Don't Mess With My Man - Nivea ft. Jagged Edge

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Big Ball - Drama

Freaks Come Out At Night - Uncle Kracker

Back That Azz Up - Juvenile

What About Us - Brandy

Satellite - P.O.D

Formal Invite - Ray J ft. Pharrell Williams

Jump - Kriss Kross

It's Tricky - Run DMC

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Waterfalls - TLC

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah

Son Of a Gun - Janet Jackson

Knock Yourself Out - Jadakiss

You Rock My World - Michael Jackson

Can't Deny It - Fabulous

Move Bitch - Ludacris

Love Me or Leave Me - Ms. Toi

I’m Real - Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

Fallin' - Alicia Keys

Video - India.Arie

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Private Eye - Alkaline Trio

The Rock Show - Blink-182

Fat Lip - Sum 41

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

She Is Beautiful - Andrew W.K

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Take It Off - The Donnas

I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan

Swing, Swing - The All-American Rejects

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Country Grammar (Hot Shit) - Nelly

The Next Episode - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg

Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott

It's All About Me - Mýa

The Boy Is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Fill Me In - Craig David

Independent Women - Destiny's Child

Don't Think I'm Not - Kandi

Opps (Oh My) - Tweet

No More Drama - Mary J. Blige

Love Don't Cost a Thing - Jennifer Lopez

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Rollout (My Business) - Ludacris

No More (Baby I'ma Do Right) - 3LW

As If - Blaque

#middle school biology immune #middle school the worst days of my life #middle school #2002 #osmosis jones #ozzy and drix #soundtrack #hip hop #r&b #alternative rock

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Hip Hop Playlist

Because nothing can make you feel cockier than rap! And 2023 is a year for cockiness after spending years being way too humble.

🎤🎧🎸🥁🎹🎺🎻🎷🪗🪇🪈🪕🪘🎤🎧🎸🥁

DNA- Kendrick Lamar

My Hood- Jeezy

All Day-Kanye West

Piss on your grave— Travis Scott

U Mad? — Vic Mensa

I’m different—2 Chainz

Ain’t I— Yung LA

Rubberband Man— TI

Rubberband Man— A$AP Ferg

Beat It— Young Dolph

U guessed it— OG Maco

Final Warning— NLE Choppa

Not Nice—Megan Thee Stallion

Bricks— Gucci Mane

Halle Berry—Hurricane Chris

Hard in da Paint— Waka Flocka Flame

Grove St Party— Waka Flocka Flame

Snap Yo Fingers— Lil Jon

Hypnotized— Plies

U don’t know me— T.I.

We Luv Deez Hoez— OutKast

Yeah Right— Vince Staples

Smoke & Retribution— Flume

No Long Talk— Drake

John— Lil Wayne

Money in the Grave—Drake

Suge— DaBaby

Throw Some Ds— Rich Boy

You was right— lil uzi vert

Bitch—moneybagg yo

Press—Cardi B

No Frauds— Nicki Minaj

Party Up— DMX

Hold It, Now Hit It— Beastie Boys

Fuck that shit— Three 6 Mafia

Birdz— wuki

Materialism as a means to an end—$uicideboy$

Love Again— Run the Jewels

Gas Pedal—Sage the Gemini

Whole Lotta Choppas— Sade ft Nicki Minaj

Whole lotta money— Bia

Bills paid— Dj Khaled

All Ass— Migos

Fuckwitmeyouknowigotit—Jay Z

Track Star Remix— Mooski

Lookin’ Boy— Hot Stylz

Thick— Dj Chose

Laffy Taffy— D4L

The way I live— Baby Boy Da Prince

Independent— Webbie

Roll Out (My Business)— Ludacris

Holidae Inn— Chingy

HAM— Kanye West

Backseat Freestyle— Kendrick Lamar

Diana— Pop Smoke

Blasé— Ty Dolla Sign

IV. sweatpants— Childish Gambino

Hella Neck—Carnage

Bricks—Carnage

I Like Tuh— Carnage

Going through changes—Eminem

Yahhh!— Soulja Boy

Still Dre— Dr. Dre

Nuthin’ But A G Thang— Dr. Dre

Pressurelicious—Megan Thee Stallion

Hot N****— Bobby Shmurda

Don’t Like— Chief Keef

Panda— Desiigner

Swing— Savage

Tie Me Down— New Boyz

Mrs Right— Mindless Behavior

Shake Senora— Pit Bull

Dance (ASS)— Big Sean

Amen— Meek Mill

Started—Iggy Azalea

Look At Me!— XXXTENACION

All Gold Everything—Trinidad James

Famous—21 Savage

Enough— Flume/Pusha T

You Be Killin ‘Em—Fabolous

Country Grammer— Nelly

Lock Jaw— French Montana

We Fly High—Jim Jones

Move (If You Wanna)—Mims

Rock Yo Hips— Crime Mob

I Know You See It— Yung Joc

Hood N****— Gorilla Zoe

Throw Some Mo—Rae Sremmurd

Flex (Ohh, Ohh, Ohh)— Rich Homie Quan

My N****— YG

Flex Like Ouu— Lil Pump

Whoopty— CJ

Shoulder Lean—Young Dro

Ridin’ Dirty— Chamillionaire

Lean Back— Terror Squad

Where the bag at—City Girls

Stupid— Ashnikko

Spoil My Night—Post Malone

Slow Motion—Juvenile

Too much sauce— Future

Lean Wit it Rock Wit It— Dem Franchize Boyz

P.I.M.P— 50 Cent

#music suggestions #rapmusic #hip hop #listen like mod #playlist #rap playlist #hip hop playlist #now playing #good vibes #good vibez #ludacris #kanye west #drizzy drake #king kendrick #crime mob #rich boy #run the jewels #dmx #dr dre #eminem #trinidad james #chingy #jeezy #pusha t #waka flocka #three 6 mafia #megan thee stallion #city girls #latto #nicki minaj

[chaoscharme]

Corporate Chic

How to dress well for young corporate fashion girlies

Disclaimer, this post is aimed at women and feminine people in the corporate world, but these tips can apply for anybody regardless of gender expression <3

1. Covering up vs stripping down

It can be difficult for young people to find a comfortable balance between their workwear and their personal style. The average young person may struggle to adapt their own oversized, cropped, baggy or revealing clothes to suit the needs of a professional work ensemble. The easiest way to do this is to create boundaries for your work clothes, and stick to them as much as possible.

Personally I like to keep my boundaries at three separate points, sleeves, skirts, stomach. I never wear sleeveless clothing, and my minimum sleeve boundary is a thick tank sleeve. My skirts are generally just above the knee, and never shorter than my fingertips. This makes me feel more comfortable when sitting, bending, or crouching down at work. My torso is covered at all times while at work, and generally this is the norm for office wear. I like to wear clothing that meets or overlaps in the middle to ensure that I feel comfortable and appropriate at all times.

2. Necklines, cuffs and waistbands

When choosing necklines for work clothing, try to limit the amount of skin shown for a more professional look. I recommend trying turtlenecks, round necks, boat necks or a shallow v-neck for best results. When wearing button downs, never unbutton more than three buttons from the top. If you have a v-neck that you would like to wear to work but you feel is too revealing, try layering a camisole top underneath it, or securing the neckline with a safety pin at an appropriate depth.

Cuffs are a really fun way to express some of your personal style, and to help accentuate your proportions. Personally, I love to wear a flared sleeve, or even a bubble sleeve. More exaggerated and interesting sleeves add a unique touch to your standard corporate outfits. Experiment with sleeves and sleeve lengths to find what you’re comfortable with.

Waistbands are often something we don’t consider when choosing office outfits, but they can make a drastic difference when styled intentionally. Personally, i generally opt for a high waist trouser or skirt, as I am rather short, and i find it easier to keep my outfits work appropriate this way. However, a low rise pant or skirt with a long top, or a mid rise trouser with interesting layering, or even different dress waistlines can create unique and more personal silhouettes for your outfits. Playing around with accessories along your waistband such as belts or waist beads can help put a personal stamp on your corporate ensemble.

3. Fabric and textiles

Office and formal setting require that you eliminate some fabrics from your wardrobe, such as denim. Much as a tasteful, tailored denim piece may look more formal or appropriate than a pair of faded, baggy slacks, many corporate dress policies will forbid denim from entering your office. Instead of wallowing in your sorrows, try introducing new fabrics to your workplace wardrobe. Along with your standard cotton blends that everyone has, try wool or wool blends, corduroy, satin, silk, velvet, tulle or mesh. There are a place for most fabrics in the corporate world as long as they are styles appropriately.

Introduce pieces that have multiple fabrics such as tulle sleeves or skirts, wool bands or satin accents to maximise your personal style expression. Also, do not be afraid to lean into an embellished look. Beading, embroidery, lace, sequins and metal hardware are all potential accessories you can introduce to add flair to your outfits.

4. Colours

The most common misconception on the internet about office wear is that you can only wear black, white and grey. I denounce this idea, and instead propose that more colour is injected into your wardrobe in 2024. Just because you are in a professional setting does not mean you cannot dress in vibrant and interesting colours. Mixing and matching different colours into your looks is a great way to put a professional outfit together without feeling drab or dull. This also means that you are more likely to wear the piece outside of work, making it a better investment and a more useful piece of clothing.

5. Accessories

Accessories are one of the easiest ways to spice up a boring and lifeless outfit. Accessories extend past jewellery, into belts, gloves, hats, scarves, umbrellas, coats, bags, nail varnish, makeup and shoes. Mixing and matching a large selection of different accessories will allow you to rewear the same pieces over and over again without getting tired of them. They also are a great way to link your outfits back to your personal style and help you transition between workwear and homewear more easily.

Remember, the most important parts of office outfits are that they are:

Appropriate

Comfortable

Personal

Rewearable

Making sure that your outfits suit you and feel comfortable for you is the key to looking and feeling fabulous at work.

Mwah, chaoscharme

#fashion #workwear #corporate chic #style #personal style #glow up #that girl #self love #self growth #it girl #self development #self improvement #self care #evolving #self healing #fashionable #I soo #style inspo #style tips #office fits #outfits #corporate outfits #corporate baddie #slay #clothing #style icon #work inspo #outfit inspo #outfit tips #chaoscharme

[secretsbyekai]

[Pt. 1 Random page of my fanfic]

Andrea and the Pogues played their cards as they enjoyed their rounds of beer at the bar. Some good old Rock N’ Roll music was playing in the background and everything was well for them that Sunday night. Of course, they couldn’t get too drunk, considering they needed to go back to work the next morning. While Pope was arguing about some mythical treasure hunt with Kie, Sarah and John B were having their alone time on the sofa. And so, it only leaves Andrea with JJ. 

“Well, I’m very flattered by that,” he said after she had told him why she was still around, “I’m glad you’re still here. We wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. So, thank you, Dre.”

“My pleasure, Jayj,” she giggled as they clinked their bottles of ice-cold beer.

The front door opened and in came Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. When the Pogues saw those Kooks, they immediately shushed and just watched them go over to Andrea. Rafe slithered his arms around her from behind and kissed her on the head. She chuckled lightly and high-fived Topper.

“What are you two doin’ here?” Rafe asked.

“Just hangin’ out, mindin’ our own business,” JJ answered as he looked down at his beer.

“Wasn’t askin’ you now, was I?” Rafe said.

Andrea just rolled her eyes.

“Why are you guys here?” she changed the subject.

“We were headin’ down to a better bar when we saw you here,” Topper answered.

“Knock yourself out.”

Rafe chuckled at that.

“You tryin’ to get rid of me so you can get comfortable with this Pogue here?” 

“I’m just trying to enjoy this very nice leisure time with my friends without you being so mean to them, Rafe. You always make us feel very awkward and uncomfortable.”

“Oh. So there is somethin’ goin’ on between the two of you?” he pretended to ask as if he didn’t already know that JJ was neck-deep in love with his girlfriend.

JJ just glared at him, his teeth clenched. Andrea turned to him with a look of warning. She didn’t want to admit it, but she already knew JJ had a thing for her from Sarah and Kie. She never disclosed it to her boyfriend, but he didn’t need anyone telling him something so obvious. It was in JJ’s eyes. Every time he talked to her or was just around breathing the same air as her, sparks would fly around in his deadbeat brain.

Suddenly, Topper laughed to break the tension and he patted Andrea’s shoulder.

“Jokes. All jokes,” he said as he turned to Sarah and saluted her.

Andrea rolled her eyes at that. 

“How about we just go?” Topper offered, turning to Rafe so he would stop being a dick.

In truth, Topper had drastically changed over the years and he had been quite tolerable for the Pogues.

“You know what? I think I’ll stay and talk to JJ over here about whatever it was he’s talkin’ about with my girlfriend,” Rafe answered with a thin smile, darting his gaze over to him. 

His arms were still wrapped around Andrea’s body, though she didn’t feel comfortable anymore. 

“Well, if you two boys are gonna hang, then I’m just gonna go to that better bar with Topper and Kelce,” Andrea suddenly said as she stood up and linked her arm to the two Kooks, “Have fun.”

With that, the three went off as Kelce chuckled and Topper shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re not seriously leaving your boyfriend with your boy toy, right?” Topper asked as they were entering his vehicle.

Rafe and JJ then turned to each other challengingly.

“Why can’t you just take your dirty scraps and find some other chick that’s not mine, asshole?” Rafe threatened.

“Oh wait, didn’t she tell you? She’s down to share–”

Suddenly, Rafe had his fist to JJ’s face and the two broke into a fight. The Pogues circled around them as they shouted for the two to stop. How long has it been since they lived together in the Outer Banks? Have they not learned anything? Topper, Kelce, and Andrea reentered the premises in shock when they heard all the ruckus. She couldn’t believe that they were still doing this crap. 

“Stop them, now,” she told the guys, and the two swooped in.

Kelce held off Rafe while Topper held off JJ. The two guys kept shouting and cursing at each other. The Kooks went out of the premises when the owner of the bar came out of hiding, entered the vehicle, and drove away quickly. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?!” Topper shouted, “Has history taught you nothing?”

“Shut up, man. Just shut the fuck up!” Rafe shouted back in anger. 

Topper huffed a breath as he focused on his driving. Andrea just kept very quiet. After several seconds of discomforting silence, she finally broke.

“Drop me off here.”

Topper turned to her in shock.

“Dre, come on–”

“Stop here.”

“Dre–”

“Stop, Topper.”

He finally slowed to a stop at the edge of a random street and she exited the vehicle. Rafe sighed heavily as he rubbed his face. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. He finally got off as well.

“Dude,” Kelce reminded him, but he was already following Andrea.

“Hey,” he called out, “Hey, hey, wait. Stop.”

He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him. 

“What?” she snapped.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘what’? Are you seriously pissed that I hurt your little fuck toy?” 

“Oh, my God, Rafe! JJ and I have absolutely nothing going on between us!” she shouted, “Don’t you get it? No matter what’s going on with anybody, what matters is that I don’t think of them as anything but friends!”

“So you do know that JJ’s got a thing for you, is that it?” he shouted back, “What, you wanted to keep it to yourself so you can secretly flirt around with him without getting caught? Do the other Pogues know about this, too?”

She turned away as she sighed heavily, wondering why it had come to this.

“You keep telling me that I can trust you, Dre? You can’t even talk to me about this!”

“Because I knew you’d act this way and hurt JJ!”

“So fucking what?!”

She scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. She then straightened her stance, realizing just then that Rafe would do anything to anyone without feeling bad about the consequences. He didn’t care if he hurt JJ, just as long as he’s got her. Rafe just stared at her.

“I’m going home,” she said, using her usual calm and poised voice, “Don’t follow me.”

“Dre…”

She walked away from him. He sighed in frustration as he punched the wall next to him, walking around in circles, and rubbing his head. He finally followed her. From the vehicle, Topper and Kelce just watched.

“So…should we follow ‘em or…?” Kelce asked.

“I think they need to figure this shit out on their own,” Topper answered as he finally drove away.

Andrea walked the dark empty streets of the Outer Banks without looking back. She then sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes.

“I told you not to follow me!” she snapped.

“Well too bad, ‘cause I am!” he snapped back, “Are you seriously gonna walk away from this, huh? Hey, answer me!”

She just kept walking. He let out a sarcastic laugh and finally walked faster. He grabbed her upper arms and whipped her around to him, making her gasp in shock. She shoved him off and tried to get him to let go, but he only yanked her closer and put his lips against hers, kissing her hard. He wrapped his arms around her small body, locking her in place, and she had to hold onto his shoulders to not stumble. They breathed in and she shoved him off again, giving them more space. They breathed hard and looked at each other challengingly.

“Get away from me, you psycho!” she shouted and kept walking.

He just followed all the way to her apartment.

#drew starkey #obx season 3 #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #pogues for life #p4l #outer banks #jj maybank

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Sing me a Lullaby (Part 2) Bokuto x Reader

A happy ending was promised, and a happy ending you shall receive.

The blue light of the screen burns your eyes, you want nothing more than to look away.

Sleep deprived, tired, emotional, and overworked, your brain barely forces itself to keep working. 

Hating your job is not new to you, but it’s never happened this much in one week. Deciding that you’d need to disengage for a moment, you snagged your phone off the desk. Right now, a supervisor telling you to get off the thing would be a welcome distraction.

To your surprise, there’s a text message waiting for you, from Bokuto.

The two of you don’t usually interact outside of when one of you can’t sleep, and it’s been four days since the last call.

With wide eyes, you swiftly read the message.

I know you didn’t mean for me to hear you the other night, and honestly, I thought I was dreaming!

I tell you I love you every time you show up in my daydreams, I just never thought I’d hear my favourite person say it back! It took me forever to text you, but I couldn’t not, so here it is!

You’re amazing, all on your own, and if you can’t see it with your eyes, then I’m gonna show you with mine, but the first thing you gotta do, is something you love.’

You blinked, once, twice, wondering when you’d wake up and realise you’d just fallen asleep in your chair and the whole office was staring at you.

‘Excuse me, you know the office policy about phones!’ The snide voice of your floor manager snapped you out of your daydream, forcing you to look up at the world around you. No one looked up, no one objected to the system that made each and every one of you utterly replaceable.

‘Hello? You’ll be handing your phone in if you’re not careful, clerk!’

Clerk, not even your name, and taking your phone? You’re a grown adult.

Something inside you snapped, a mixture of rage and love, a strange combination for someone who usually keeps it all so bottled up.

‘Answer me!’

‘I... I quit.’

‘Come again?’

You looked up at your supervisor, and smiled, a beaming grin you haven’t worn since high school, tucking your phone in your jacket pocket close to your heart. ‘I quit! I quit and I’m never looking at your shitty face again!’

Just like that, you’d slammed all of your stuff into a single box, uncaring about all the so called rewards you’d earned in the company’s service.

Your supervisor tried to stop you, but you were practically dancing your way out of the building, the weight of the world lifted from you shoulders. The outside air felt like heaven, people looked at you like you’d grown a second head, prancing down the street in your suit without a care in the world.

You phone rang in your pocket, and you didn’t even look before answering it cheerfully.

‘Hello?’

‘Well hey songbird!’ 

Your heart sang, tears of joy welling in your eyes as you processed his words, glee seeping into your voice. ‘Bokuto!’

‘I guess you got my text! I wasn’t dreaming, was I?’

‘No, no you weren’t.’ You declared, gleefully marching toward your apartment. ‘I wanna come see you.’

‘Funny you should say that-’ that sheepish chuckle you always associated with the times he got up to no good made you think of the flushed cheeks that usually came with it ‘-when do you get off work?’

‘Uh, well...about that, I quit.’

‘Wait, what?!’

You flinched, for once, you’re the one grinning sheepishly. ‘I couldn’t take it any more.’

‘Finally! So, you’re going home, right?’

‘Riiight...why?’

Before he can say another word, the call cuts off, and you eye the screen suspiciously, but you’re at your door and you need your hand to get in.

Nerves have the hair at the back of your neck standing on end, and you’re mid-way through typing a curious text when the elevator doors open and you vaguely register the shape of a person in your hallway.

You lift your gaze, and immediately drop everything you were carrying, phone and all.

He has the audacity to smile at you, a big, beaming grin, stood with a rolling suitcase at his feet and dressed in sweats and a loose T-Shirt, like the most natural beauty in the world.

Hearing his voice call your first name without the filter of a phone’s speaker brings forward all the memories, all the nostalgia, all the fucking years worth of missing him.

You’re off at run, leaping into him and burying yourself in his arms without a care for the clutter you’ve just left in the hallway,

‘There you are!’ He giggles against your ear, lifting you off your feet in his delight. ‘I missed you so much, I love you so much!’

Pathetically whimpering past your tears, you can barely choke words past the lump in your throat.

‘I love you more.’

#haikyuu fluff #bokuto koutaro x reader #angst #teeth rotting fluff #part 2 #Happy Ending