#90's trance

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Namlook V by Namlook FAX [phone] Ambient / Trance / Ambient Techno

#ambient #trance #ambient techno #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

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1990s German Trance Playlist (YouTube)

Chicago had house, Detroit had techno, and with both of those world-changing dance genres managing to resonate so profoundly throughout much of Europe, you just knew that that continent was gonna then take all that inspiration from those two styles and eventually create something of their own that could stick too. And the big genre that they came up with was trance, which in its earliest days, was heavily nurtured like no other in the city of Frankfurt, Germany.

Now, although he's not strictly known as a trance musician or DJ, it's safe to say that trance music would not exist in its current form if it weren't for the legendary Sven Väth. Sven, a native of Frankfurt, co-founded Harthouse Records in the early 90s with some other folks, and that label would then prove integral to both the rise and spread of trance and hard trance. Sven was someone who had spent many a vacation in the party capital of the world, Ibiza, Spain, and he had also been to the tiny, coastal Indian state of Goa as well, where the beach parties there had DJs spinning all sorts of psychedelic tunes in order to induce their revelers into a state of trance 😵.

And Harthouse's first release was a trance record by Sven himself, along with his trusty sidekick Ralf Hildenbeutel, who seemed to have more of the technological knowhow in order to make Sven's ideas into a reality. Together, under the name of Barbarella, they released "My Name Is Barbarella," a 1992 song that sampled a line of dialogue from the French-directed Jane Fonda sci-fi flick that they had taken their own name from, and also sounded deeply inspired by Ibiza as well. As an undisputed early trance classic, the 9-plus minute version of this one is currently sitting at over 163,000 plays across a bunch of different uploads on YouTube, and it's the song that kicks off this little ten-song playlist here.

And right after "My Name Is Barbarella" then came another Harthouse classic: "Spectrum," by Metal Master, which was a duo that Sven Väth was also a part of, along with one of Harthouse's other co-founders, Matthias Hoffmann. The record that this song comes from, Vol. 1, is the one that started to establish Harthouse's harder edge towards trance, as its first Barbarella release was actually a much softer affair. True to the name that they'd given themselves, Sven and Matthias seem to have incorporated some metal guitar into this one, in the form of long, atmospheric, and distorted chords, which when combined with string synths, really manage to cinch the whole song together, making for quite an astounding piece of dance music 🤩. Currently nearing 112,000 plays with its multiple uploads on YouTube.

But while those two tracks are wholly important in the history of trance music, I also bring them up here because Sven Väth's other halves from both of those duos happen to have trance tunes of their own that are excellent too. Ralf Hildenbeutel had a song that's really hard to believe was made all the way back in 1993—because it sounds so much more modern!—called "Hypnoticharmony (Part II)," which he released as Progressive Attack. As its title suggests, this one is indeed hypnotic, as well as deep, and more than any tune in this playlist that precedes it, also feels like a blueprint for what trance would soon become. And across multiple YouTube uploads, it currently has under 18,000 plays.

And Matthias Hoffmann's contribution is simply one of the most breathtaking pieces of trance that I've ever heard in my life. Back in 1994, he released a song as Brainchild called "Symmetry (C-Mix)," which was put out on another label that he and Sven Väth had also helped co-found called Eye Q Records, which was closely associated with Harthouse itself. Then in '99, "Symmetry C" was re-released on Multiply Records, a subsidiary of UK label Telstar, and on it came a whole bunch of remixes, including a "Breakbeat Remix" that was done by the UK's Lange. And this is a tune that currently brings the whole playlist full circle too, as it serves as the final song while also taking us back to trance's origin point of Frankfurt. Currently sitting at over 341,000 YouTube plays across many different uploads.

Now, we're almost done here, but I'd be remiss if I didn't, at the very least, make mention of a few more tracks on this thing, all of which come courtesy of Hardfloor, a duo from Cologne, who, although they'd become more known for their techno prowess, applied their mastery of the Roland TB-303 bass synthesizer (the machine that yields electronic music's famed acid squelch) to some trance tracks, including "Trancescript" and "Into the Nature," both of which appear on their acclaimed 1993 debut album, TB Resuscitation. "Trancescript" is currently at under 85,000 plays and "Into the Nature" has over 130,000. And I also included an excellent remix that they did of Chicago native Robert Armani's "Circus Bells" as well, which currently has over 146,000 plays.

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible.

Barbarella - "My Name Is Barbarella" Metal Master - "Spectrum" Hardfloor - "Trancescript" Hardfloor - "Into the Nature" Robert Armani - "Circus Bells (Remixed by Hardfloor)" Marco Zaffarano - "For My Love" Progressive Attack - "Hypnoticharmony (Part II)" Paul van Dyk - "Words (PvD's Words for Love Mix)" Pitchrider - "I Know" Brainchild - "Symmetry C (Lange Breakbeat remix)"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music too.

So with this opening shot, we start with ten songs that clock in at a total of 75 minutes; a bunch of classic, historic tunes along with some that have lower play counts too.

And next week will not be nearly as much of a cohesive history lesson, but I'm planning on revisiting these German 90s with a slate of favorite techno bangers 👀.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

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#trance #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #youtube #youtube playlist #youtube playlists #youtube music #youtube music playlist #youtube music playlists

[posthumanwanderings]

Toronto - Skydome (trance, 1997)

#Toronto #trance #hard trance #trance music #Noom records #90s dance #90's dance #click hyperlink for dance playlist

[knightofleo]

Vitesse X | Repress Reprise

#*bops in vaporwave but somehow also in 90's trance & retro sci fi anime OSTs* #songs of 2022 #vitesse x #repress reprise #us ephemeral

[frankbelloriley]

Spectacular Spider-Man is on Netflix and Disney Plus, and it’s up there on the Raimi tier of Spider-Man in film/tv.

#watching these and it's like 'oh wow it is possible to get through a lot of story in 21 minutes can people tell writers that today?' #the tiers are: #s tier: raimi and spectacular spider-man #a tier: the 90s show #b tier: 60s cartoon and the japanese nonsense #d tier: amazing spider-man and mcu spiderman #something below f tier: 2003's 3d animated spider-man that aired on mtv and he's voiced by neil patrick harris #(that's also on disney plus and shit looks like ps1 graphics. trance theme song bangs tho)

[entheo-music]

Nail - Cassiopeia (1993)

#Nail - Cassiopeia (1993) #trance music #trance #ambient #ambient music #90's music

[mitjalovse]

There are some musicians whose introductions don't change much in the long run. For instance, Chicane had a great debut and his career is still going on, but we mustn't forget – the LPs don't matter for him. Yes, I'm selling them short – they're fine, most of the times –, though he belongs on a dance floor, which means that any album can mostly serve as an approximation of him concerting. Remember what I said a long time ago – the players like him, i.e. trance DJs, have their own set of rules, they have their own world to attend to, where the outside doesn't really equate much. While the idioman visit the charts, they do not mean much to their gigs, which remain the main reason for their tunes. True, I may be overexagerrating here, the reality is somewhere else.

#Youtube #chicane #far from the maddening crowds #already there #nick bracegirdle #90's music #trance

[syndikatacht]

#trance music #hard trance #trance #90´s trance #rave #techno #dance #Youtube

[im-ooli]

Forgot to post the audio :')

#Trance #Rave #Dance #2000's #90's #nostalgia

[firerose18991]

The Graveyard Shift

A/N: TeeHee happy halloween

Info: multiple people x reader (Jean, Armin, Eren), abuse of power, Vampires~~~, Set in a 90’s horror movie setting, Fan-girl syndrome, age difference (because they're vampires🤠), bisexual themes 👉🏽👈🏽(my boyfriends kiss), cunniligus

Wrd cnt: 3k

Minors DNI

Your kitten heels clicked along the damp city streets following the warm glow of the theater lights. The smell of rain and asphalt kicked into the air with each car that passed you by. It was the perfect night for your concert. Positively horrifying, no decent young lady would find herself going out at this hour unaccompanied. But your favorite up-and-coming band had finally gained a big enough following to have a mini tour across a few cities. Naturally you couldn’t miss the chance and bought tickets for you and a friend. But something always comes up to derail your plans and you found yourself on a train to a new city just for a chance to see the performance all by yourself.

But no one would think you looked out of place after all, it was Halloween. It was a chance to be something different just for the night. So you wore the tightest, sexiest, Most-shows-boobs-est vampire costume you could find. Hair, nails, makeup, the works. The furthest thing from what you were in your little day-to-day office job. Along with a concert the band was doing an exclusive meet and greet with the winner of a costume contest set to take place some time during the concert. You’d be damned if you came all this way, and looked as good as you did, to not win that spot.

You arrived at the concert hall and punched your ticket. The concert was taking place in the small bar section of the theater. They were an older group and thus had more mature fans, you'd half expected to be the youngest person there tonight. A small crowd had already gathered waiting for the show to start. You did feel a bit out of place seeing all the wacky costumes people had shown up in and thought maybe you should have dressed a bit more practically for a concert, however small it was. But when the frontman of the band, Eren, stepped up onto the small platform you knew you made the right decision.

He was wrapped in leather, wheeling a coffin onto the stage

“Mortals, Welcome” he said chillingly into the mic. “The moon is high in the sky, tonight we will lull your minds into a completely powerless state and one of you will be claimed as our dinner.” He struck a powerful chord on his guitar and quickly picked up into the first song of the night.

The coffin flew open and almost like being levitated the bassist, Armin, lifted out joining in song. Finally the curtains in the back of the stage pulled back to reveal the drummer, Jean.

Indistinct whispers bumbled throughout the crowd as the performance flew off. Even for an initial song you could tell whatever they had planned for the night would be incredible. You moved closer toward the stage followed by many others to get a spot as close to the performance as possible. The night took off and you were transported by the music only ever brought out of your trance whenever there was a chance for your eyes to meet Eren’s. He was so close you could touch him, you don’t know how you still had the resolve to hold back after all this time.

You stood on happy eggshells the whole concert just waiting for your moment. Hours of melody washed over your body.

“Alright I know what you're all waiting for…more drinks! next rounds on me!” he was met with a confused cheer. “I’m joking! I didn’t know my audience was a bunch of zombies tonight.”

“Let's see those costumes!” Jean yelled from the back, striking the symbols, the crowd riled with the same enthusiasm.

You made your way to the line forming by the steps to the platform and waited to step up. The curtains were drawn back to conceal the band once more. Each contestant went in front to show the audience before stepping behind the curtain to meet the band and receive a judgment.

Each person that stepped up received a few reactions from the crowd and after they met with the band, exited from behind the curtain with a number in hand.

When it was your turn you stepped onto the stage, glowing in front of a sea of people. You earned wild wolf whistles from the crowd followed by hollers and applause. You did a small curtsy before stepping behind the curtain. You hadn't accounted for the small step between the front of the platform and the back and as you stepped through, lost your balance in front of the band(your tail end was probably also seen by the audience)

There was no catching yourself in time, you flopped straight down, only having time to shield your face from the floor.

"Oh wow" someone snickered at the back

You got up with a groan, you were already mentally beating yourself up for being so clumsy.

"Are you alright?" Someone said approaching you.

Armin offered out a hand to you and pulled you like you were weightless from the floor.

"Thank you" you said, feeling the tears already well in your eyes.

His hand traced up your arm. He tugged your dress back in place over your shoulder and bra that had popped out with your tumble. He then proceeded up your neck lightly pulling your chin to face him.

"Are you hurt?" You looked up at his chiseled face contorted with genuine concern.

"I'm okay" you sniffed "Just embarrassed." You brushed away a small tear.

"Well you look stunning. Don't worry about it." Armin put his arm around you and walked towards the rest of the band.

"Hey love birds." Jean jeered, earning him a snack on the shoulders from Eren.

"What's your name?" Eren slithered up beside the side of you that was unoccupied. His hand rested on your bum giving it a firm slap before doing so.

"Have some class" Armin pulled you closer into him and away from Eren.

"I'm just having some fun, don't hate me for it. Your costume is nice." He drawled while scanning you up and down with his eyes.

It made your body flush, though you were unsure if you should appreciate his compliment.

"Thank you." You unconsciously leaned more into Armin.

"You gonna show off the costume?" Jean piped up from the back of the stage

"Oh um" you gingerly separated yourself from Armin and stood on your own.

Jean whistled "Now I know what the fuss was about. She might be our winner." He grinned devilishly showing off some extra sharp canines.

"Why don't you hang out with us until this contest is over." Eren guided you further onto the back of the stage to have a seat

"Over here sweetheart." Jean motioned you towards the drum set he sat behind.

He pulled you down onto one of his lap

"Wouldn't want you falling again." He lazily wrapped an arm around your body.

You tried to turn to pout at him but his arm was difficult to squirm under.

The trail of contestants that succeeded you waited for your emergence from the curtain. Finally Armin poked his hand out from behind the curtain signaling for the line to keep moving in its natural order. You awkwardly watched as the remaining contestants came through the curtains and showed their costumes to the band and received a number before exiting again.

You suddenly felt anxious for them to show you off in front of the whole crowd after sitting there receiving side eyes from each contestant that passed.

“Don’t stress too much, this'll only take a minute.” Armin said as the last person cleared the stage.

“Wasn’t I supposed to go down and come back on stage?” You asked.

“Well if they have a problem with it they should’ve picked better costumes. How’d a kid get our theme better than the rest of them?” Jean jostled you playfully.

“But I-" Before you could finish your thought the curtain was beginning to open.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming here tonight in your finest and grandest. Unfortunately, there can only be one winner of the night. May I present to you, the Vampire Queen!" Eren presented you to the audience still firmly wedged under Jeans shoulder now walking you to the front of the stage.

You'd become appreciative of the support as your knees felt like they'd give way to touch any second.

"You're doing great." Armin joined the rest of you on center stage and patted you on the shoulder.

The crowd cheered beneath you, though some whispers made it to the stage about the "slutty" costume. They concluded the concert with your presentation and of course free drinks for the night.

You were led out the performer's exit, the roadies moved their equipment out to the tour buses. You were left on the sidelines while they directed them. The crisp fall air wrapped around you and you shivered from your place on the sidewalk.

"Sorry to leave you hanging sweetheart, let's head inside." Armin's voice flushed your body with warmth.

Again you were tucked under his arm being led to the bus. It was an odd place for a meet and greet but with the small venue they likely weren't working with much. Armin sat you down on a plush couch in the common area before stepping back out. You sat back and sighed, taking some of the pressure off your feet.

"Anything for the show?" Eren entered the bus next, taking notice of your deflation.

"Hm?"

"Your costume. Looks great but it can't be comfortable. Anything for the show right?" He sat next to you offering a cool beverage from the kitchen that you accepted.

"Heh, I bet you know all about that." You sat up a bit, some of your twisted hair fell out of its styled bun after a night of being held back.

"Someone's gotta peel off all this leather." He slipped onto the couch. "I'd be happy to give you some tips." As he was beginning to pull you in closer to him the door to the bus opened.

Jean and Armin busted into the vehicle. They took seats near you and Eren moved to kneel down in front of you. You felt whisked away by the scene of it.

“Well this isn't your average backstage experience, we like to leave a lasting mark.” Eren kissed the back of your hand. “With your permission of course.”

You hadn’t realized how deep into the vampire act they were.

“Sure” You giggled.

“Wonderful.” Eren took your hand and flipped it over to kiss the soft side of your wrist.

His lips lingered on the area until it began to tingle. All you saw after that were growing white fangs puncturing into your skin. You stiffened from the shock of it. You were only able to nervously whimper and look to your side. Armin’s hand came to your face and pulled your head to lean on him.

“You’re doing so well.” he cooed.

You stiffened more feeling Jean sniff around your neck. There was no pain but watching Eren continuously drink from your wrist made you feel faint. A whimper escaped your lips and Eren dislodged from you. He lapped at the wound left behind furiously. Armin pulled at his hair to get him away

"Don't worry I know my limits." Eren sat back on the floor watching your dazed face and Jean's fangs getting closer to your neck.

They pierced through, this time there was a hint of pain and pressure. Your breathing picked up from the fear and proximity.

"Easy there, she's feelin' shaky." Eren still held your trembling wrist.

Jean unlatched after a few more seconds of relishing. You turned to Armin in fear, expecting him to do the same. He leaned toward you, all you saw were the white fangs peeking out of his mouth. But you were met with his soft lips.

"That didn't hurt, did it" He teased

You shook your head meekly. Though the experience was shocking to say the least, you hadn't felt any pain from start to finish.

"Now let's see how we can serve you." Armin, despite what his frame would indicate, was strong enough to hoist you from the bench and into his lap.

You sat facing Jean and Eren teary eyed and still a bit scared.

"Let me know if they're bothering you." He placed a reassuring hand on your hips.

"Sorry for the rough treatment, just couldn't resist you anymore." Jean swiped his tongue over his previous bite mark before suckling down to your collar.

He moaned faintly with each point of contact, overtaken by your sweet scented blood. You watched as Eren spread your legs. He peeled away the thong you wore to make the outfit look its best. A sound emitted from the back of his throat as he rolled the stringy covering down your legs. All the while you'd felt Armins hands caress your curves or give you an encouraging pat on the ass. Eren dove to taste you.

After a little while you tentatively moved your hips to match the pressure of Eren's tongue, now swiping through your folds. His lips enveloped you with teasingly light suction. Armin ran his other hand down Eren's hair and pulled your thigh up to give him better access. Eren's tongue slipped flush against your walls, causing you to tighten around the muscle. As you moved in tandem with Eren you began to forget your woes.

When Armin's lips ghosted on your neck where Jean had bitten, all you felt was the warmth of his breath as his teeth sunk into you. Your mind was hazy. You reached a hand up to caress Armin's chin as he gorged himself. He almost couldn't stop himself after seeing how divine you were. But surely there was more to savor.

As Eren finished you on his tongue Armin dislodged and cleaned your neck. He hummed at the sweet drops that prickled out for a while.

"Let's move somewhere more comfortable."

Jean picked you up and brought you to the bedroom at the back of the bus while the other two composed themselves. He placed you on the bed, contemplating whether or not he wanted to leave the costume that was struggling to contain your tits on or off.

"Mm I don't know if one night will be enough to enjoy ourselves." Jean reached down to his pants zipper as it strained to contain him.

"Then let's use our time wisely." Eren draped himself on Jean's shoulders and slithered a hand around him to unzip the leather get up.

Armin laid on his side next to you. He traced on your abdomen and watched you quiver through the leather.

"Hurry up while she's still interested." Armin half scolded the two after seeing Eren begin to tease Jean through his briefs.

He nipped at Jean's earlobe before letting him proceed between your legs.

"It'd be a shame to ruin this outfit." Jean made his decision.

The metal zipper of your dress was pulled down slowly and everything spilled into place. You'd earned some excited hums from Eren as the corset and skirt were removed from you. The cold made you shrink into yourself. Armin and Eren, who had taken residence on your other side, pulled your hands and legs away to give Jeans access to all of you. Your whimpers were met with praises and the promise of warming up soon.

"Are you ready my Queen". Jean looked at you genuinely, his hands remained on your skin as he waited.

Something stirred in your form this action and the heat flushed straight between your legs.

"I'm ready." It came out more as a breath but he got the gist.

Jean started with his fingers slowly at first. He worked you up through the ever growing puddle in the mattress and Eren's left over spit. Your stomach churned burning for something to satisfy. Jean only hummed as his fingers pressed dulcet patterns into your walls as he worked. Armin's hand was running along your stomach.

Jean used his unoccupied hand to start peeling down his leather pants. Eren took to whispering filthy nothings in your ear. Your toes curled against the mattress before Jeans had even entered you. He withdrew his fingers and Armin handed him a condom.

Jean slipped on the protection and positioned himself between your folds.

He was oh so tender as he pressed into you. You arched up from the bed, satisfaction spreading through your limbs as he delved further. Armin and Eren fondled your soft chest as you heaved from the growing sensations.

"Fuck, spread so well baby girl. Y'know just how to take me." Jeans husky voice had your stomach curling itself inside you.

Your breath caught more of your voice with each exhale until small mewls came from you. Jean rolled his hips, pulling the pleasure out of you.

"Mmm there." You moaned when he'd hit a particularly tender spot.

He pushed to hit it again. You trembled and squeezed around him. Your orgasm clawed through you, it took a bit for you to come down from it. Your body melted into a puddle of limbs when it was all over.

"I hope you have the appetite for more."

More fangs and lust clouded your night till sunrise.

A/N: hot dog I've been working on this since last Halloween🤪

#chaos shit #sucking me off #aot x reader #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren x black reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x black reader #armin x black reader #armin smut #armin x reader #x reader #black reader #smutober #kinktober #eren smut #armin x fem reader #jean x armin #armin x eren #multiple x reader

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First Flight by Various Artists Flying Rhino Records 1996 Goa Trance

#goa trance #trance #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Trance Global Nation 2 by Nicholas Bennison 1999 Trance / Progressive Trance

Here's a pretty great DJ mix with a bunch of trance classics on it that should take you right back to the halcyon days of 1999. Cali-based DJ Nicholas Bennison won't surprise you or bowl you over with anything here, but he really does yeoman's work to link a bunch of bangers together in this under-80 minute release that was put out by the American division of the enormous and multifaceted Dutch label, Arcade Records.

So, if you don't know any of these tunes, this tracklist alone makes for a pretty sweet starter pack to begin your late 90s trance journey. Bennison's selection and sequencing should keep you engaged all throughout this set, but in the early going, he pulls off an exceptionally sweet transition between Arrakis' "Medusa" and Ferry Corsten's "Orange Juice mix" of Cygnus X's "Orange Theme," by really letting the building latter bleed all the way into the quieting former.

And then later on he delivers a pair of excellent back-to-back killers, with Paul van Dyk's terrific "Words (for Love)," which centers some whistling beeps over a pretty vast and intricate backdrop during its smooth, plateaued peak; and German duo Nalin & Kane's mix of Energy 52's beloved "Cafe del Mar," which adds some reverberating tribal drums to the equation 🤩.

This CD will never win any awards because it really doesn't have any flash to it, but by playing it safe and steady, Nicholas Bennison still churned out a very solid solid release here that's definitely worth a listen.

Listen to the full mix here.

Highlights:

Push - "Universal Nation" Arrakis - "Medusa" Cygnus X - "The Orange Theme (Moonman's Orange Juice mix)" Electrique Boutique - "Revelation (instrumental)" Three Drives - "Greece 2000" Hybrid - "Airless" Ron Hagen & Pascal M. - "Dream of the Sirens" BT - "Godspeed" Paul van Dyk - "Words (For Love)" Energy 52 - "Cafe Del Mar (Nalin & Kane 1998 mix)"

#trance #progressive trance #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

[posthumanwanderings]

Sven Väth - Harlequin, The Beauty & The Beast (Underworld RMX)

#Sven Väth #Sven Vath #trance #trance music #2trancentral #90's dance #90s dance #club music #Underworld #click hyperlink for dance playlist

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ — ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — just a little lip scrub magic .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.2k

it's another friday night for you and steven and as per usual, the brit finds himself within the comforts of your home dressed in his comfiest pajamas he's long since left in your place, smelling much like your fabric softener, cherries and vanilla.

he's got his wild and untamed curls pushed back by a fluffy headband, a blue one to match your pink headband, and sporting a facemask that's about to hit the 15 minute mark. you were still in the bathroom, washing your face and applying oils to your skin, only halfway into your routine.

the door's been left slightly ajar, with him occasionally peeking in to keep you company or to ask how far along you were, too excited to help you put on the remaining bits of your skincare to wait for you patiently. you don't mind it, though more than half the time you'd end up splashing him with some water out of surprise. he's got pretty silent footsteps for someone as clumsy as him.

he sits on your living room couch, surfing through channels for something to watch (which definitely becomes white noise after a while since none of you pay attention to whatever's showing anyways) and settles for a 90's slasher film. he doesn't know the title but it's either that or a rom-com, something he's surprisingly not in the mood for.

he's got a nervous energy about him that he can't place, thrumming in his veins as if he's been injected an additional dose of antsiness. he fidgets in his seat and plays with the hem of his loose sweater, trying to watch but his mind pulls his focus somewhere else. you.

it's almost as if he's suddenly hyper aware of your presence, as if he hasn't been doing this with you for months now. how close you two can get and how touchy he gets anytime you're within arms length from him.

only when he feels the couch dip with another person's weight does he snap out of his daze, cheeks flushed under the sheet mask that you gingerly peel away with expert ease. steven's staring at you now, there's an emotion in his eyes you can't exactly name, or maybe you're just a little too scared to admit to yourself he's looking at you a little love-drunk.

you crumple up the used mask and place it on your coffee table next to a few items you had brought with you. unlike steven, you weren't putting on a facemask today, you had another thing in mind to cover up: your lips.

it's been cracking and drying up recently even with a thick layer of lip gloss or lip oil and you weren't about to have any of that (not when you've started catching steven stare at your lips for a while now). you rip open a new sheet, placing the too big lip mask over your own, rubbing the essence to ensure all of it gets absorbed. all the while steven's just been staring at you, watching you with rapt attention.

you struggled to laugh as you poked his nose, breaking him out of his trance as he blubbers out a string of apologies you shushed by placing a finger on his lips, being unable to speak and all, but your eyes squint with a hint of a smile. the next fifteen minutes were spent in silence, you scrolling through your phone while waiting for the time and steven finishing up the last of his own skincare routine.

once your timer goes off, you peel off the lip mask and smack your lips for extra measure. piling it on top of steven's crumpled up face sheet, you grab a tiny pink jar next for the last steo of your routine for the night: your lip scrub.

twisting the cap off, a faint scent of strawberry filling your nose. but before you can dip a finger in, steven covers the jar with a palm and a shy smile. "d'you mind if i do that for you, love?"

surprised and a little flustered, you wordlessly hand it over to steven, watching him scoot closer to you on the tiny loveseat. with a shaky gentleness, he dips his middle finger into the sugar scrub and takes a good amount, swiping the slightly rough formula over your moisturized lips.

the scrub was sticky and the scent of fruits and vanilla filled your nose, the close proximity of steven to you causes your heart to stutter and your cheeks to heat up. he looked even prettier up close.

untamed curls swept back by the headband, his usually relaxed brows knit together in absolute focus. steven's bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrates on the way his finger swipes over the plushness of your own lips and his eyes, gods, his eyes.

clouded with a slight haze, a mix of emotions you can't all quite place swirling between earthy hues and in the harsh light of the tv, looks like warm chocolate

the way he looked at your lips sent a heat to your belly intensified by the way he massages the scrub over your lips with such gentleness. steven won't show the same attitude when he does his own lip scrub. the contrast has butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he's being gentle for you.

after a long, painstaking three and a half minutes (you were counting in your head to distract yourself from thinking thoughts that don't belong to your friendship), he rubs your lips clean off the sugar with a hand towel. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding, unconsciously licking your lips and tasting the sweet taste of sugar and strawberries lingering on your lips.

"thanks." you whispered, almost breathlessly, lashes fluttering as you look at steven. steven who hasn't taken his eyes off your lips not once since he asked to do your scrub. he's been staring at them with such intensity it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.

and when he finally does look up, he looks at you with a darkened gaze, heavy with a want and desire you've never seen before. your breath hitches yet steven doesn't falter, his own breathing heavy with restraint. like he's trying not jump on your bones.

voice strained, like the act of asking his question hurt, "may i?" and aside from the clear arousal brewing within those beautiful warm eyes, lies a hint of desperation. deep down, you had a hunch saying no would crush him. he's inching closer and closer, your breaths mingling with each other, noses brushing. he looks hopeful as he is desperate.

you nod twice and steven does not hesitate to press his lips on your lips, palm on your cheek as he tilts your head like he's about devour you whole.

steven kisses like a man starved and you were the first meal he's had in a really long time. he tasted like mint toothpaste and lychee and something inherently steven, it makes you moan softly against his lips.

you pull away first to catch your breath, willing air back to your lungs but steven, sweet steven, chases after you. he can't get enough of it, the feel of your lips on his, the aftertaste of your lip scrub hanging on to your lips and he's addicted. within the first touch, he's completely and utterly addicted to you and steven thinks to himself that he may never recover from you.

"taste so sweet…" he mumbles against you, "so good, love. wanna taste more, can i? please, can i kiss you again?"

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[multiversefanfics]

Hi, would you write a Colby Brock x plus size reader?

Ooooh, I love this! Of course, I hope I capture what you want.

Fate

Pairing: Colby Brock x Plus Size!Reader

Warning: mentions of alcohol, mild cussing but mainly fluff, kissing, body appreciation, booty touching

Summary: You met Colby at a thrift store and instantly fell in love with him.

Y/BF/N: Your best friend’s name

Y/E/C: Your eye color

Today was your weekly thrift store day, you and Y/BF/N met up at your favorite thrift store. Normally you would avoid the clothes mainly because they didn’t fit and you were a little bigger than most girls, the jeans either fit your hips and not your thighs or they’d fit your thighs and not your hips. Y/BF/N wanted to find some cute vintage clothes for a party she was going to and she loved your sense of style and asked you to help out. “Y/N please help me your outfits are always so cute and they fit you perfectly.” You rolled your eyes combing through countless clothes “Y/BF/N, your style is amazing. What’s the theme of the party?” You pulled out a vest with tassels on it, made a face then put it back “Decades party but I know everyone is gonna do the 90’s I wanna do like the 70’s or 80’s maybe even the 60’s.” You nodded and moved down a row “Well, I say do 70’s, we can find some cute bell bottoms, a fun crop top, and a headband.” The two of you walked around a bit until you found the whole outfit, blue jean bell bottoms, a green, purple, and orange crop top, and a headband the same color as the shirt “It’s your turn.” You shook your head “I’m uh- not going.” She stopped in her tracks and stared at you “Yes you are, I can’t go without you!” You shrugged and continued to look at the clothes in front of you “Parties aren’t my thing and you know that.” Just as you were about to pick up a leather jacket from the rack someone else picked it up on the other side, you looked over and saw the most gorgeous man ever, his beautiful blue eyes met your Y/E/C and he smiled “I am so sorry, were you about to pick this up?” You nodded as he pointed to the jacket, he walked around the rack and held it out for you to take “I’m sorry, here you go.” You blinked a few times then shook your head “It’s okay, you picked it up first.” He practically put the hanger in your hand “You saw it first, and besides I think it would look way better on you than me.” He smiled and looked you up and down taking in your figure, his eyes met yours again and he winked before he walked away. You stood there staring at Colby as he walked out of the store "Girl, he was so cute!" That snapped you out of your trance "He was" You looked down at the jacket in your hand and decided to buy it along with a couple other pieces of clothing and the rest of your costume will be with your own clothing. You and Y/BF/N started getting ready for the party.

You and Y/BF/N finally made it to the party, your costume consisted of a baggy white t-shirt, baggy jeans, a black leather jacket, and a fanny pack. You stood with your other friends listening to them talk about what they wanna do for the rest of the weekend, you couldn’t concentrate on anything they were saying, you hated parties you’d rather stay home and watch a murder documentary on netflix, or watch ghost hunting videos on youtube. “Earth to, Y/N.” You snapped your head in the direction of the voice, it was Y/BF/N you hummed in response “You okay?” You took a sip of your drink and nodded “You know I hate parties” She put her hand on your shoulder “I know, but you need to get out of your room and have a little bit of fun.” You sighed to yourself then nodded “You’re right, let’s dance.” You and your friends went out the dance floor and just started dancing, soon other people crowded around you guys dancing as well, a few minutes later you felt hands on your hips, you turned around and came face to face with the boy you met at the thrift shop, he smiled at you “Hi, I’m Colby.” You smiled and continued dancing with him “I’m Y/N.” He smiled and ran his hands over all of your curves, that instantly gave you butterflies, no one has ever made you feel good about your body and he barely did anything “I love your curves, from the moment I saw you at the thrift store I knew I had to talk to you, so I reached for the jacket at the same time as you, and I was wrong.” He paused for a second and looked you up and down “I said that the jacket would look good on you, but truthfully you make that jacket look good.” You felt your cheeks heat up “You don’t even know me.” He nodded and stared into your eyes “True, but I will spend the rest of my life getting to know you.” He smiled and caressed your body, not in a sexual way but in admiration, you could tell he liked your body and admired it even though he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him but you both felt some type of connection that made you feel comfortable. You didn’t realize how much time has passed because you two were the only ones dancing “Y/N, I really hope you don’t take this the wrong way but your body is amazing, your curves, and I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward” His hands made his way to your butt and gave it a small squeeze “But this is my favorite.” You didn’t know what came over you but you couldn’t help yourself, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips gently against his, his hands made their way to your low back, pulling you closer to him, the two of you slowly pulled back and just stared at each other “I’ve been waiting since the thrift store to do that.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I never want to let you go.” You giggled a bit and hugged him back “That’s really cute, you’re really cute.” The two of you moved to the side and sat down and talked the rest of the night.

A/N: I hope you like this, I don’t know Colby’s preference but I wholeheartedly believe Colby would be super clingy and like thicker girls.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Exploiting Chris C

I never meant to develop feelings for Chris C it sort of happened when he found me on a app for bdsm and wanted to work with me because he is brainwashed by masses to the umpteenth degree he can’t be himself at all. Constantly calling me bur always avoiding the plans to meet up with me to starts a real time thing until to today and I stupidly give in to his barrage of begs and pleads in a chance to get in to shut the fuck up for a second. Walking in to the restaurant he clearly books for use to have the whole place to himself I think that is quite odd as I spot him and he waves me over and greets me with a firm hand shake.Grabbing me in to a tight bear hug his abs are now mere second from my slim toned body and I feel the pressure of his power making me unsure of his seriousness and his commitment to the situation in the long run.I pull my chair out sitting down in this well shall I say my strange set up, my mind trails off to the knife picking it up a so caught the light in it and blare in to his face with no effort at all I caught his attention by maneuvering it.I love the sight of his attention span weaken before my eyes becoming more glued to the visuals I am bestowing toward him and his body in return agreed sinking in to the chair going completely blank and numb with no room to escape. Did not realize the waiter was standing not only a few feet away from him but incomplete trance and I instructed him to give the staff all the information I think they need and to disappear after that.The food is here after a extended period of me reprogramming him to be in a fever pitch seems as every time I eat it makes him hard and hard he is so turned on by the need who conquered him.

“You are having a wonderful day standing up for the morning.”

“Getting dressed “

“You yawn and run your hands through your hair”

“You get ready for the day “

“Hitting the showers”

“The experience is sensual “

“Every touch, every scrub”

“Making you rock hard”

“Burgeoning you ever closer “

“The heat enclosing over you “

“So hot”

“So hard “

“You want to cum”

“You must explore”

“It’s all you want “

“All you desire “

“Only my hand can give it “

“Only I matter “

“Your faith has been sealed”

“You prep your dog”

“Place the collar and chain”

“Going for a walk ”

“You feel alive “

“You thrive on the out doors “

“Everything is so surreal “

“You match eyes with me”

“I run away “

“You start to do dance chasing after me”

“You are hooked on me”

“Paging Dr Chris C”

“Where am I ?”

“At work dopey”

“Oh! Of course!”

“God you are dumb”

“Kind of dope”

“What type of doctor am I?”

“Dr Love”

“Hell yeah!”

“Dr love indeed”

“How about I show you some loving”

“Oh God!”

“Cheesy! Why too 90’s for me”

“You and I are the same age “

“Only three years apart”

“So if you call me cheesy and old”

“So are you”

“Oh shit! Fuck off!”

“Dr love will see you now”

“Why not?”

“More like it”

“I like you”

“I love you “

“Give me some “

“Touch this merchandise all you want “

“I own it”

“Duh!”

The end

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