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MILLION DOLLAR MAN.

keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀toxic!kevin lomax⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.

synopsis: yandere alphabet with kevin lomax.

contents. canon-divergent/milton wins ending?. toxic and abusive relationship. infidelity. emotional abuse. coercion. dubcon. forced marriage. brief smut. 2.3k words.

⋆ 𓂃 ﾟ .⠀josie's little note. here's a short little thing to get me back into writing long fics lollzzz, enjoy :3 template from @/dear-yandere.

𝓐 — ffection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it be?

Kevin's a love bomber from the start. Since he's moved to New York —and assuming in this AU, he's embraced the benefits of being the Devil's son— he has tons of cash to blow on beautiful women like yourself. There's always a bouquet of roses on your desk at work, or large gifts of jewelry or expensive dresses on your apartment doorstep. He's a charming rich lawyer, willing to buy anything your little heart desires— it's almost impossible to say no when he grins and asks you on a date to the Four Seasons.

𝓑 — lood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Kevin doesn't like a mess, but he's not against getting his hands dirty. With all the connections he has, and the literal Devil on his shoulder, he has the means to get rid of anyone he deems a problem. Some guy at work hitting on you? Next day he's packing his desk. Your mailman gives you a smile? Fired for poor performance. Your male neighbour who helps you carry groceries? He unfortunately tripped and broke his neck down some stairs..

Like an omen of death, once they meet Kevin, they're gone the next day. And he plays the role of ever so caring shoulder to cry on, to a T.

𝓒 — ruelty: how do they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock their darling?

Kevin wouldn't necessarily abduct you, but you can believe that after months or even weeks of love-bombing and obsessively keeping track of you— he'll propose. A normal person would think he's batshit crazy— but the allure of a powerful, rich man who "only has eyes for you" is enough to make you melt. His version of abduction is to just pressure you enough to marry him— a sign of love in your eyes and a sign of ownership in his. You're legally, emotionally, and in all other ways officially his.

As for how he treats you: Kevin's the type of man to follow you around while arguing, constantly talking over you in that condescending manner. He's a lawyer. Can't help it. You can expect a lot of typical mansplaining behavior or just straight of gaslighting. He mocks you just to see you get all riled up. Sometimes you think he sees you more as an irritated little pup, than a grown woman.

𝓓 — arling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Kevin's not afraid of coercing you into doing things for him. At this point in your relationship, he's relaxed his mask of charm and instead is letting the devil seep through the cracks. Whether it's sex or something else, he either coaxes you into it, or just pulls a blackmail card.

On a good day, he's gently rubbing his hands on your sides or kissing the back of your shoulder. "C'mon, baby.." he whispers softly, his warm breath on your ear. "Missed my pretty girl so much today.. just lay back, hm?"

On a bad night, you're met with guilt trips and cruel words. "I pay for every goddamn thing in this house— if you're not gonna put out— I'll find someone else who'd appreciate the gifts and the lifestyle, got it?"

He's so hot and cold: one minute he's evilly pressuring you into sex, and threatens to cheat— the next he's moaning softly in your ear about how warm and soft you feel, and how nobody else makes him this way.

"You drive me crazy, honey." "You know I love you."

𝓔 — xposed: how much of their heart do they bear to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Kevin’s a damn liar. That’s the worst thing about him. Not the coercion, or the love-bombing, or the constant arguing— it’s the lying that’s the worst. You never really know if he’s telling you the truth or just lying to your face again. His vulnerability is either an act or confession and eventually you stopped telling the difference.

“You’re my favourite girl,” Kevin often tells you. You are his favourite. You’re just not his only.

𝓕 — ight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

Again, Kevin sees you as a pissed off little puppy. Trying to win an argument? In your dreams! Kevin's the type to mock your voice in a high pitched tone, or roll his eyes at every word.

Gaslight. Gaslight. Gaslight.

He wouldn't take too kindly to your empty threats of divorce or leaving him, because he knows you won't. Regardless of if you still love him or not, you love the lifestyle he brings you— and he knows it.

"You set a foot out the door and you won't see a goddamn dime," Kevin's cold tone makes you freeze, his grip on your forearms now painfully tight.

𝓖 — ame: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kevin would love to see you try. You know Kevin would never let the divorce go through— or he'd make it such a hellish process, you might as well not even try. You hope that maybe spousal abandonment would be enough to be forced to break your bond.

You think you're being sneaky, and this is the one time Kevin allows you slip out from under him; when you steal his car and drive out of New York like you're on fire. Of course you're too distressed to realise that he'll just be able to track his car back down and find you.

He lets you have your two or three days of freedom, thinking you've finally gotten away. Until your motel room is raided down by police officers and you're brought back home.

You glare daggers into Kevin as he plays "concerned-husband" and makes you appear crazy to the cops.

𝓗 — ell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you first caught him cheating.

It was the typical routine: secret phone calls, paying for motel rooms, getting more jealous over you (projecting). The signs were all there and it absolutely devastated you. You didn't even realise this was just at the beginning.

Of course Kevin was screwing his co-worker: the seductive, headstrong lawyeress with a body like Mariah and a face like Diaz.

The fight that ensued after you caught him was utter hell. You screamed and cried and threw things around— all while Kevin merely shot down your words.

"You made your bed," You wail, as you try to storm past him.

"And I'm begging you to lay with me in it," Kevin blocks your path.

His fake puppy eyes, and guilty face work wonders on your distressed psyche. Your slaps on his chest turn to gripping his shirt, and your vulgar language filled with sadness and heartbreak,

It was so easy. Too easy.

And this was just the beginning of a cycle.

𝓘 — deals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Kevin wants the picture perfect life: rich husband, beautiful wife, beautiful kids, beautiful home. And he wants it with you. Sure he may screw around with the occasional intern and random whore— but that's all they are: a good squeeze. They're not you: his beautiful wife, and his most prized possession.

Kevin wants the nuclear family with you: to see you swollen with a cute little bump, and a baby on your hip. You're his beautiful, dolled up housewife: that's what he wants, and he'll settle for no less.

𝓙 — ealousy: do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of course this little hypocrite gets big time jealous. He knows you're stunning, if anything he shows it off. Like a trophy: they can look, they can envy, they can wish for, but they cannot touch you.

When Kevin's jealous, he tends to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day. He's sort of just quiet and moody, like a bitchy teenager. That's when you find himself buying you a whole bucket load of dresses and clothes in his favorite colors and styles.

He gives you a beautiful "K" necklace to wear, and that brings him some reassurance.

𝓜 — ask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

100%. He is so suave and has so much charisma, that has the women swooning and the men in envy. Kevin's the guy everyone wants to be or be with. So it's safe to say, any of your allegations are carelessly discarded.

No way, Kevin Lomax, the senior partner and top lawyer of New York could be a cheating, emotionally abusive bastard you paint him to be.. maybe you're just being dramatic.

𝓝 — aughty: how would they punish their darling? + 𝓞 — ppression: how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Kevin would cut off your connections to your family and friends. Naughty girls don't get to go out with their loved ones, do they? He wants to make sure you realise how dependent you are on him— that he'll make you go crazy with isolation before you finally beg him for attention— something to stop your sanity from snapping.

He'll also take away your financial resources. Of course the rich culture is that the husband works, while the wife plays. There'll be no more playing for you, until you learn to behave. He cuts off your credit cards and source of income. You want something? New dress? New shoes? Beg him nicely, on your knees.

He punishes you in the most degrading ways. Spanking you, fucking your face, or edging you till you're a sobbing mess and begging for his forgiveness. Until your skin is covered in handprints and his cum, he won't think you're sorry.

𝓠 — uit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He'd never truly move on if you somehow slip through his fingers. Whether Milton manages to push you to suicide or you manage to run away for good: he would be devastated.

Sure, he'd get re-married in the next year for the sake of his image: but Kevin's never going to love another woman the way he loved you. He's an evil bastard, he knows.. but that doesn't change his feelings for you.

First thing the tabloids will notice is how eerily similar his new wife looks to you. The same hair, the same clothes, even the same perfume he liked you wearing. He'll pretend he's over you.

He doesn't need you.

He'll move on.

He doesn't want you, is what he thinks as he pounds into a cheap hooker, his eyes shut, pretending it's you creaming around his cock.

𝓡 — egret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

Kevin's felt guilty once. When you first got pregnant. At the time your marriage was on the brink of survival, and he's just cheated and been caught for the millionth time— so seeing you sitting in the bathroom, quietly crying to yourself over a pregnancy test, tugs at his heartstrings. You're officially trapped with him forever.

Seeing you so upset and devastated over what should be the happiest moment of your lives makes him feel shame for once.

He wants you to be happy.. he does.

But he's just too selfish for that.

𝓢 — tigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He has always been very entitled. Working in the courtroom and having 64 straight convictions really boosted his ego to the roof. He believes he's owed you. He's a winner, and you're his prize.

Doesn't help that he has Milton Satan constantly in his ear, pushing him to straight debauchery. You can thank Kevin's father for his son's constant persistence.

𝓣 — ears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Funnily enough, Kevin doesn't really enjoy seeing you cry. He's not one for dacryphilia, and if anything it's a turn off. Sure he loves seeing you scream and be pissed at him, he loves a fiesty parter. But seeing you sob and whimper, your big pretty eyes all wet and full of tears just makes him deflate.

He doesn't want you to isolate yourself. Be pissed. Be angry. Be mean. But take it out on him— it gets him rock hard.

𝓥 — ice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Like the previous letter, I think Kevin seeing you cry would be somewhat of a weakness. It won't make him fold every single time, but trust that it can at a good time.

That's the only time you'll hold power over him: not when you're threatening to leave, or call the cops or berating him. But when you're like a wounded kitten— sad and detached from him. He hates it.

"Oh honey, don't break my big ol' heart like this," he coaxes you out from under the blanket, his hand gently stroking your head. "Let me see that pretty smile.. please?"

𝓦 — it's end: would they ever hurt their darling?

No, not physically. Kevin's gonna pull that "real men don't hit their women" card. Sure.. he's a cheating, lying, selfish, manipulative prick— but he won't put his hands on you.

He's already hurting you with the lying and the emotional blackmail, and that's enough.

𝓧 — oanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

He goes to any length to fulfill your materialistic desires. He'll take you to all the best parties, the best restaurants, the best stores— anything for his pretty little thing. Happy wife, happy life, right?

𝓨 — oanon: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Kevin hardly considers pining over anyone. One wink and drink usually does the trick. But he's so intrigued by you— whether you're just painfully shy and embarrassed or playing hard to get— you've certainly caught his eye.

He pines over you for a few months, at most a year, before he's practically losing patience with you. But trust he won't let two years go by unless it's with his ring on your finger.

𝓩 — enith: would they break their darling?

No. Shockingly, Kevin doesn't want to break you. He doesn't want you to become a shell of yourself. He loves your fire, your tears, your sadness— everything that makes you, you. If he wanted a mindless bimbo, he'd hire another escort.

He loves you, deep down in his black, devilish heart— and he wouldn't change a thing about you. Don't worry your pretty little head about that.

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ONE FOR THE MONEY

˙ ✩°˖💸 ⋆｡˚ Kevin Lomax x Reader

Synopsis: while on a work trip in Los Angeles where he is going to attend numerous social events, Kevin hires you to be his date for his entire stay. 3.7k words.

CW: hella toxic relationship, hooker!reader, bratty!reader, Kevin is an asshole, you’re also an asshole (you say something uncalled for,) and you slap him (he deserves it,) angst? degrading language, oral (m!receiving), face fucking.

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The gala is like nothing you’ve seen before. A lavish affair filled with thousands of upper-class and celebrity guests, wearing the latest fashion of the season, with faces full of expensive cosmetic enhancements.

You feel a sudden tinge of imposter syndrome building inside your chest as you walk through the lobby alongside Kevin, his arm firmly clasping your waist as he navigates the crowd of guests.

It’s a far cry from the dingy clubs you’re used to hanging around in, the people here look like something straight out of a magazine.

“Am I allowed to drink the champagne?” you whisper in Kevin’s ear as your eyes catch sight of waiters wandering through the crowd, carrying gold trays filled with champagne flutes.

Kevin gives you a stern look, running a finger under your chin as he turns your face to his.

“Of course, darlin’.” he assures you, his voice low and comforting. “Just remember, I don’t want you drunk and ruining this evening. Keep it to two glasses.”

“What do you think I’ll do? Get up on one of the tables and start doing a strip tease?” you quip sarcastically at his strict rules as you grab one of the champagne flutes as the waiter passes by.

“Not funny, sweetheart. You really need to watch your mouth.” Kevin warns you, but there’s a faint hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re representing me tonight and I won’t have my reputation ruined by some loose tongue.”

“C’mon… you can’t deny it’d make the event more exciting.” you lean into Kevin’s side seductively, as a mischievous smile spreads on your lips while you run your manicured fingers over the silk lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You know already that you will be bored out your brains by the end of the evening.

Kevin scoffs, placing a restraining hand on your shoulder, gently pressing you away from him.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N. I've paid you good money to keep your mouth shut and act appropriately. If you can't handle it, then perhaps I should find myself another date."

"Don't push your luck. I wouldn't hesitate to replace you.” Kevin warns you under his breath, lightly gripping your waist as he walks you towards the group of people he wishes to introduce you to. “Just do as I say and keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.”

As you walk with Kevin, you can't help but feel a slight sting at his words. You swallow hard, taking small sips of your champagne to calm your nerves. Your gaze flickers to the other women in attendance, all dressed to the nines, laughing and smiling effortlessly.

When Kevin introduces you to the first person, a stern-faced man with slicked-back hair, your heart races and you struggle to string together a coherent sentence. You take solace in the fact that despite your awkwardness, you're still attracting stares from those around you.

Throughout the event, you exchange pleasantries and make small talk, eventually finding yourself listening to stories about corporate deals and movie investments, trying to appear engaged.

By the time the gala draws close to midnight, your stifling yawns and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to massage away the ache caused by the heavy necklace that Kevin had loaned from a jewellers, you didn’t even want to know how much it was worth, but you’re certain it was more than the collective wealth of all your ancestors.

The night had been a long and exhausting one, with endless conversations of people whose lives revolved around luxury and privilege becoming tiresome very quickly.

Kevin is in the middle of a discussion with an associate that you had long since tuned out of as you let out a tired yawn you could no longer hold in. The two men stop their conversation and both glance in your direction. Kevin shoots you a glare, while the other man gives you an appraising stare that makes you slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you bored?” Kevin says, his tone of voice more sharp than usual, clearly having noticed your lack of interest in the conversation.

“Bored? No, not at all.” you speak with forced enthusiasm. “I’m having the time of my life.”

Kevin’s expression becomes irritated as he hears the sarcasm in your voice, his eyes briefly locking with his associates before he continues with the conversation, choosing to ignore your comment.

“As I was saying, we’re looking to expand outside of New York City and take on some international clients. We want to create a global profile for this firm so that…”

Kevin’s words carry on but it’s all just white noise to you now, as you struggle to stay awake.

As the conversation continues, your eyes wander curiously over the room, only a handful of guests remain, all of them huddled in small groups sharing superficial conversations. Your eyes catch sight of a pair of glass doors, leading out onto a balcony. While Kevin is distracted by his conversation, you manage to slip away unnoticed, making your way to the balcony.

Once outside, you take in a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs, relieved to be away from the suffocating environment of the gala.

Your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the cool breeze, letting it blow the exhaustion away until you feel more alert. That’s when a presence behind you makes you jolt a little, immediately feeling defensive.

Before you can turn around to see who joined you on the balcony, you feel two hands lightly wrap around your waist as you hear Kevin’s familiar voice whisper your name in your ear, his tone sounding a lot more light and playful now.

“You couldn’t even be well-behaved enough to stay in the room where I could see you? I knew I couldn’t trust you to stay put for five minutes while I have a conversation.” Kevin wraps both of his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his warm body as he leans his head on top of yours.

“Have you come to tell me that it’s time to leave?” you ask him with a hint of hope in your tone as you lean into his broad chest and rest your tired head against his shoulder while he remains stood sturdily behind you, accepting your weight with ease.

“Of course not,” Kevin murmurs, his voice filled with flirtation as he notices your tired expression resting against his chest.

He can feel the warmth of your breath upon his skin and a slight tingle of excitement runs through his body as you rest yourself upon him.

“I just came to check up on you,” Kevin says, his voice softer now as he gently runs his hands along the sides of your back. “You look a little tired. Are you okay?”

“Not really. I think I’m about to die of boredom.” you take your weight off of Kevin’s chest and turn around in his arms to face him. “The parties I’m used to are so much more fun than this and I don’t have to wear jewellery that damn near breaks my neck.”

“Oh, I see… you miss the days of the dingy little local clubs you used to go to, huh?” Kevin teases lightheartedly, his lips turning up into a playful grin as he notices the distain in your voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist again as he leans into you, his breath slightly tickling your neck as he speaks.

“Well, the parties you used to go to were probably all about hooking up with strangers and getting trashed.”

“As opposed to listening to you discuss legal jargon with your boring associates for hours on end?” you playfully roll your eyes as you lean back against the rail of the balcony.

“As opposed to being a whore that gets trashed every night dancing half-naked in some dingy club for a bunch of sleazy scumbags?” Kevin says, his tone becomes less teasing and more frustrated as he’s met with your flippant replies.

The smile falls from your face as you push yourself off of the rail into a defensive stance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re such a fucking dickhead.” you shake your head, your tone becoming flat as you try to remove the emotion from it, not wanting to show him how much his words penetrate your self-esteem.

Kevin’s expression darkens as your smile falls from your face, the playful energy that was radiating in the air before vanishes like dust in the wind.

“What? Did I hit a chord?” Kevin asks, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step forward standing right in front of you.

“That’s what your best at, isn’t it? Spreading your legs and showing off your body.”

You feel your blood simmering to a boil inside your chest as a raging fire begins to burn inside your soul and before you know it your hand is colliding with Kevin’s cheek. The sound of the slap echos in your ears as you freeze, feeling the heat on your palm as you look at him with wide eyes, realising too late what you just did.

Kevin's jaw clenches as the hot sensation of your hand smacking across his face takes him by surprise. His hand flies to his cheek, as he stares at you in shock, before the rage and anger begin to bubble in his chest.

In the blink of an eye, he shoves you hard into the balcony railing, pushing you backwards until your back slams up against it. Kevin quickly places him hands on your shoulders as he leans in close, his facial expression now one of anger and rage rather than his former playful flirting.

You quiver as you grip the edge of the rail tightly with both my hands, rationality told you he wouldn't push you over the edge yet your heart was pounding fiercely in your chest as the fear rose inside you, leaving you trembling.

Your dilated pupils were transfixed on Kevin's that glared at you with a glimmer of evil from under his dark brows that left you questioning what he was actually capable of.

"You hit me," Kevin says, his voice sounding dangerously calm and eerily restrained.

"You just hit me, you stupid little whore." His hands tighten around your shoulders, squeezing hard enough to cause pain as he lets his rage take over, the playful flirting of moments ago gone. Now, all you see is just a cold, raging set of eyes glaring down at you as he keeps you pinned against the railing.

"I- I'm..." you pant heavily, feeling a cold sweat began to gather on your brow from the unbridled fear coursing through your veins, pumped by your ferocious heartbeat that feels as though it's lodged in your throat while you white knuckle the railing.

Before you can manage to utter an apology in an attempt to appease Kevin, a couple step out onto the balcony, snapping Kevin out of his rage filled trance as he steps back, releasing his bruising grip on you.

You immediately feel the tension leave your body, but you keep your grip fast on the rail, feeling as though your legs are about to give way from beneath you.

Kevin’s eye flicker towards the couple that just stepped out onto the balcony. There's a brief moment of relief, then he quickly composes himself, hiding his fury behind a polite smile.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson! How lovely to see you," Kevin greets the couple, his voice smooth and polished.

"Let's get back inside, Y/N," he says, his voice still pleasant and controlled, even as his gaze never leaves the newly arrived couple.

Taking your hand, he leads you back into the party, maintaining his composed demeanour as he says his goodbyes and excuses you both from the gala.

His grip on your hand remains firm as he leads you out of the venue and towards the limousine waiting outside to take you both back to his hotel.

Ever since the incident on the balcony, your heartbeat has not slowed down and you feel as though it’s about it’s about to jump out your throat at any moment as you sit silently beside Kevin in the back of the car.

Kevin’s eyes watch every single movement you make, as he waits patiently for you to speak first - which he knows you won’t.

“Why did you hit me?”

“Why do you think?” you snap back at him with a heated glare, astonished that he even needs to ask. “You were being disrespectful and degrading towards me.”

“So you hit me?” Kevin says bluntly, his voice now laced with something between anger, annoyance, and slight amusement.

“You felt belittled, is that it? Is that what triggered your childish impulse to physically strike me? You’re a grown woman, yet you behave like a toddler who hasn’t learnt how to control her emotions yet.”

“You can talk! You were practically about to throw me over the edge of the balcony. I don’t even want to imagine what might’ve happened had that couple not stepped out right at that moment.” you call out his own lack of control.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I wasn’t going to throw you over the edge.” he replies, his tone cold and blunt.

“All I was going to do was teach you a lesson. Remind you that there are consequences for your childish actions when you hit someone. A lesson your mother clearly forgot to teach you.” Kevin replies, his words clearly designed to provoke you.

“Too bad my mother wasn’t around to teach me that one.” you sigh bitterly with a huff through your nose while your eyes glaze with tears that you refuse to let fall.

“Ahh, so now it all makes sense.” Kevin says mockingly, before he rolls his eyes. “That would explain the trashy, cheap attitude. The lack of manners. The inability to act your age and the desire to sleep with anything with a pulse.”

“If you think I’m such trash why’d you take me to that gala tonight? Why are you paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend? You can’t get a woman to stick around for free?” you fix him with a challenging glare.

Kevin's jaw clenches in the presence of your challenging stare. He's used to intimidating people, and he's not used to being stared down so boldly.

However, he remains composed and calm, even though tension is clearly running beneath the surface.

"I thought I'd give you a chance. I thought there was a chance that I could fix you. I could turn someone as cheap, trashy, and low class as you into a respectable woman. Someone who could hold my arm proudly and be worthy of attending such events with me."

"Well if this is what your life is like I couldn’t think of anything more hellish. It's no wonder your wife killed herself!” you vomit the words out before you can control them and as soon as they leave you tongue your hand slams over your own mouth, wishing you could reel them back in.

A flash of raw, unfiltered rage flares in Kevin's eyes, his hands clenching into fists as he processes what you've just said.

There's a tense moment of silence as his thoughts run rampant, fighting for grip on his emotions. His face is contorted with anger as his jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together angrily.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that," he says lowly, taking a deep breath as he tries to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry." you immediately apologise, your eyes filling with regret and sincerity as your anger dissipates while looking at him. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Damn right you shouldn't have." Kevin's tone remains harsh, and it's clear that the words still sting, despite trying his best to maintain his composed front.

"You're damned lucky I'm restraining myself right now and just reminding you that you've crossed a line. Now, be quiet so I can think about how I'm going to punish you."

You fall silent for the rest of the drive back to the hotel, keeping your eyes focused on the world outside as you drive by. It's not long until the limousine pulls up in front of the hotel lobby and the silence between the pair of you remains like a suffocating blanket as you ride the elevator together.

The tension is palpable as you arrive at the penthouse suite. With the door slamming shut behind you, Kevin turns to face you, his expression still full of simmering anger.

"Strip," he commands, pointing at you with a sharp jerk of his chin.

His eyes are like ice, and there's no mistaking the seriousness of his command. This punishment is just getting started, and it seems like you're only just beginning to understand the extent of his wrath.

Silently, you unzip the dress, letting gravity do the rest as it slips easily from your body to the plush carpet where you step out of it, leaving you wearing only your high heels, black lace lingerie and the dazzling necklace that still sits heavily against your collarbones.

Kevin's eyes narrow as he looks you over, taking in your figure in the black lingerie and the expensive necklace. His lips twist into a smirk, and he takes a step closer to you. His fingers reach out to gently trace the strap of your lacy bra before he tugs on it until it snaps back against your shoulder, making you jolt slightly.

“This too…” he only chuckles darkly at your flinch as he begins to circle around you as your trembling fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

“And these…” he adds with a harsh slap to your ass right over the fabric of your panties.

By the time he circles back around to your front, you’ve managed to discard your lingerie and his eyes are slowly trailing the length of your exposed body with a hum of approval.

“This…” Kevin tugs on the heavy necklace with a single finger, adding extra strain to your already aching neck. “…stays on.”

You part your lips, a protest on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a single word, Kevin silences you with a single glare.

“You’ve ran your mouth enough for one night.” he speaks sharply with a commanding tone, leaving no doubt about who is in charge. “I pay you to do two things with it and neither of them involve talking. I don’t want to hear another word from you for the rest of the night unless it’s ‘yes, sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you answer without hesitation.

“On your knees.” Kevin orders as he takes a step back and watches you sink to your knees on the plush carpet.

“I’m sure you don’t need instructions for the rest. You’re a professional, right?” he taunts you with a shit eating grin and you react to it with a glare as you look up at him but you stifle your quips, biting your tongue as your fingers work to undo his belt.

The buckle rattles as you unbutton his trousers and Kevin’s large hands find purchase in your hair. You’re met with the sight of his straight and rigid erection as it springs free from his boxers and stands to attention.

With your tongue, you kitten lick the salty pre-come dripping from his reddened tip before you wrap your eager lips around it. Kevin’s hands instantly tighten their grip against your scalp, keeping you held in place as he begins to set the place with his own thrusts into your warm mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he gives a rough thrust of his hips until the blunt tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water as you instinctively try to pull your head back but his grip in your hair remains fast.

Kevin growls, feeling the constriction of your throat fluttering around his tip as he continues to push your limits with his forceful and steady pace with his eyes trained on the tears that drip from the corners of your watery eyes as you choke and fight the urge to gag.

“C’mon, baby. I thought you’d be used to choking on cocks by now.” Kevin’s voice strains with each thrust, the sound of pleasure influencing his breathy tone. “Is this one just too big for you, huh?”

He continues to thrust hard and fast, his grip on your hair unrelenting, as he watches you struggle with his size. The noise of your gagging and whimpering only fuels his desire, making him harder with each passing second.

“Maybe next time, you’ll remember to keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself.” Kevin punctuates each word with a forceful thrust, speaking through clenched teeth as he nears his climax.

Kevin's thrusts become more frantic, his breaths growing ragged as he nears his climax. The tears streaming down your face only serve to heighten his arousal, the sight of your pain and humiliation driving him closer to the edge.

"Swallow every drop, you ungrateful slut," he growls, his thrusts become more frantic and his breath grows ragged as his release creeps up on him.

With one final, powerful surge, burying himself deep in the back of your throat, he comes. His release fills your mouth and spills from the corners of your lips.

You cough and splutter as he finally slips out of your mouth with a trail of spit and come connecting from your lips to the tip of his softening cock before it drips down your chin and neck.

You’re panting heavily from your swollen lips, with a flushed face that’s covered with a mixture of sweat, tears, spit and come and your styled hair is ruined from Kevin’s forceful grip on it.

"Goddamn, you're a mess. Clean yourself up." he mutters as his gaze trails over your disheveled appearance with a look of disregard for your state as he walks past you, adjusting himself in his trousers while making his way to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.

"And next time, you’ll think twice before my wife’s name leaves your dirty mouth again.” you hear him shout over your shoulder.

⋆｡°✩ note: this is the first time I have written anything quite like this so I was kinda nervous. I hope it was enjoyable to read. Every reblog and comment is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #my fics

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Pregnancy Cravings - KEVIN LOMAX x YOU

Plot: You're 2 months pregnant and it's been a while since you saw your beloved husband, Kevin Lomax.

It's been so long since you saw your husband, because each one of you was busy on your respective business trips. And finally, you met at your penthouse, as soon as you saw him inside you dropped your luggage and you jumped into his arms holding onto him tightly.

Kevin caught you effortlessly, his arms wrapping around you in a fierce embrace. He could feel your exhaustion radiating off your body, but despite that, you smelled just as wonderful as he remembered.

"Welcome home," he whispered, nuzzling your neck. "How was your trip?" He asked before capturing your lips.

Your passionate kiss lasted for minutes, tongues entwining as you savored every part of each other's presence. Eventually, you separated, your breath ragged and panting.

You gazed into his eyes and caressed his cheek. "It was alright, the worst thing about it is that you weren't with me."

Kevin's heart was squeezed at your words, guilty for leaving you alone for so long. He cupped your face, thumb stroking the tear that escaped from your eye.

"Shhh," he whispered, wiping away your tears. "From now on, I promise to be there for you whenever you need me. Next time, you won't have to go without me"

His mouth crashed down on yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, trying to convey his remorse and love in one single kiss. When you broke apart, he whispered fervently:

"Never doubt how much I need you by my side."

You murmured against his lips. "I missed you so much, Kevin." You onto him lovingly.

Kevin swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him at the sheer intensity of your reunion. Your separation had shown him just how much he relied on your presence in his life.

"So did I," he admitted, burying his face in your neck. "But it's over now. We'll never lose each other again."

He pressed a series of soft kisses along your jawline, then raised your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your wedding ring. "Home at last," he murmured, a sigh of relief escaping him.

You smiled at him deeply in love and squeezed his hand gently. "Tell me how have you been, my love?"

Kevin looked at you with a tender smile, his heart swelling with love for you. Despite everything you've been through, you still found your way back to each other.

"Busy," he admitted, shrugging. "Work has been demanding, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Every night I dreamt of coming home to you."

He took you to the couch and sat down with you. He pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You smiled and snuggled up against him, sighing softly. "This is gold."

Kevin wrapped his arms around you tighter, feeling a sense of security washing over him. You were safe and secure in his arms, where you belonged.

"Gold," he agreed, smiling down at you. "You're my most precious treasure."

He kissed you lightly on the forehead, contentment settling over him.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. "Mmm...I'm feeling clingy right now..." You chuckled sheepishly. "Plus, your scent comforts me."

Kevin laughed softly, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He welcomed your clinginess, cherishing these moments of closeness after your recent separation.

"My scent?" He pondered for a moment, chuckling quietly. "That reminds me... have you smelled the new cologne I bought?"

He reached over to grab the bottle from his luggage, applying a generous amount before offering it to you for approval. "Does it suit me?"

You closed your eyes and inhaled the new scent on him. "My goodness..." You murmured underneath your breath. "What is it about you? Everything smells so damn good on you." You buried your face deeper into his neck and placed soft kisses across it. "You're torturing your pregnant wife." You said playfully.

Kevin chuckled, feeling his cock twitch at the mention of your pregnancy, carrying his own child.

"Just another reason why you should keep me close," he countered playfully, grabbing the bottle and spraying some on you. "Remind yourself of me while I'm gone."

Your laughter echoed throughout your home, after weeks of separation and pain. Kevin rubbed your back lovingly.

"Let's get dinner ready. We have much to catch up on."

You giggled and planted a soft kiss against his lips. "Alright, 'sir'. Lead the way."

Kevin grinned, leading you towards the kitchen. The sparkle in your eyes was enough to fuel him for days of grueling work.

"As you wish," he joked, opening up the fridge to check for supplies. "Pregnancy cravings? Perhaps sushi tonight?" He winked at you suggestively.

You giggled and bit your bottom lip softly. "Well, if you're asking about my pregnancy cravings....it doesn't include food."

Kevin froze midway in pulling out ingredients, his head snapping up to look at you. A mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, setting down the items and walking back towards you. "What do you desire then?" His hands trailed up your sides.

You felt a shiver running down your spine as his hands trailed up your sides, you leaned forward and whispered in his ear. " I crave my handsome husband, the most successful advocate in Manhattan. Have you seen him lately?" You asked with a playful tone.

Kevin chuckled, his fingers stopping at your waistband. He leaned in closer to whisper back:

"Not recently," he purred. His eyes gleamed dangerously as he continued, "But perhaps later...we can both see him together"

You sighed lightly, arching into him. Your banter had taken an erotic turn, and he knew exactly how to push your buttons. But there was only one question left:

"Will it satisfy your craving?"

You gazed into his eyes; your chest is heaving with desire. "Yes, only you can satisfy my craving, Kevin."

Kevin's heart raced at your confession, his erection straining against his pants. He knew better than anyone else that you needed more than just words or promises.

With a deft movement, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs wide so that you sat on its edge securely. He stepped between your legs, his hard length pressing firmly against your core. "Is this what you wanted?" he breathed out hoarsely.

You gasped and nodded your head, pulling him even closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck yes..." You breathed out as you crashed your lips on his.

Kevin groaned into the kiss, his hips grinding involuntarily against your pussy. The ache inside him matched yours; both needed release after so many weeks apart. With steady hands, he undid your blouse slowly - each snap released another level of passion within you and him.

You moaned against his lips, your hands reaching down to unbuckle his pants. "Kevin, I can't wait any longer." your eyes pleaded with him.

Kevin hesitated for a moment, wanting to draw out this foreplay as long as possible. But your gaze told him differently.

"For you..." he growled lowly, stepping back to finish undressing himself and you. Once naked, he pushed your legs further apart and positioned himself above you, poised right at the entrance of your swollen heat. "On three?"

He didn't wait for an answer; on two he thrust deep inside your waiting pussy in one swift motion.

Your walls gripped him tightly - it had been too long, far too long since you last made love. Kevin's eyes rolled back into his head as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each stroke brought you both closer to ecstasy until finally...

Orgasm hit you both like lightning - your screams echoed off the walls while Kevin pounded harder into your quivering body. You climaxed together violently on your kitchen counter.

Panting heavily, he pulled out and said between heavy breaths. "It's time to eat." Kevin grinned mischievously, leaning in to bite gently at the base of your neck. His gaze darted from your eyes down to your dripping quivering pussy.

With a crazed hunger, he dove down licking along your stomach before diving straight for your sacred spot -his favorite toy.

#keanu reeves #keanu #keanu reeves x reader #kevin lomax x you #kevin lomax x reader #kevin lomax #the devils advocate #devils advocate #the devil's advocate #keanu reeves x you #keanuverse

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thefisherqueen · 5 months

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“Well, then, spend the next twenty-four hours in an intensive study of Chinese pottery.” He gave no explanations and I asked for none. By long experience I had learned the wisdom of obedience. But when I had left his room I walked down Baker Street, revolving in my head how on earth I was to carry out so strange an order. Finally I drove to the London Library in St. James's Square, put the matter to my friend Lomax, the sublibrarian, and departed to my rooms with a goodly volume under my arm.

Poor Watson. He's so bewildered, yet resigned that this is his life. Hilarious for us readers, though

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the illustrious client #being ordered by your dom to study chinese pottery is quite something

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countryhixes · 5 months

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Listen/purchase: Hush The Waves Are Rolling In: Lullabies from the Alan Lomax Collection by Alan Lomax Archive

“The problem of Alan Lomax,” wrote musicologist Mark Davidson in 2015, “is acknowledging his importance while resituating him within the larger narrative of traditional music research in the 20th century […].” While critiques of his and his father’s exploitative and extractive practices are numerous, this project crucially provides dialogue and context around the singers lacking in other similar compilations. Drawing from locations as far-flung as Quebec, Haiti, and Morocco, this compilation pairs old recordings with contemporary reinterpretations that delve into the relationship between mother and child, an intimacy that carries across cultures.

#bandcamp

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usedcarheaven · 1 year

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“Muddy Water holding his first recording ...Recorded by Alan Lomax... Waters later told Rolling Stone: “He brought his stuff down and recorded me right in my house, and when he played back the first song I sounded just like anybody’s records. Man, you don’t know how I felt that Saturday afternoon when I heard that voice and it was my own voice. Later on he sent me two copies of the pressing and a check for twenty bucks, and I carried that record up to the corner and put it on the jukebox. Just played it and played it and said, ‘I can do it, I can do it.’” ..and he did it..

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twistedtummies2 · 1 year

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The Devils I Know - Number 7

Welcome to “The Devils I Know!” For this spooky time of year, from now till Halloween, I’ll be counting down My Top 31 Depictions of the Devil, from movies, television, video games, and more! And SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! Number 7 is…Al Pacino, from The Devil’s Advocate.

Several years before facing Peter Stormare’s Lucifer in “Constantine,” Keanu Reeves had to challenge the Prince of Darkness in the 1997 crime/horror combo “The Devil’s Advocate.” In the film, Reeves plays Kevin Lomax, an up-and-coming lawyer working in Florida. Lomax is not necessarily an evil man, but he is a highly ambitious one, and is both dedicated and skilled when it comes to his job: even when defending a client he realizes is guilty, Lomax is still able to find a way to gain an acquittal from the jury. He’s a man who refuses to lose a case, no matter what. Indeed, his incredible ability to help his clients gets him the attention of a prominent law firm in New York City. Kevin accepts their job offer and moves to New York with his wife, Mary Ann (played by future Evil Queen and Morticia, Charlize Theron), expecting big things from this change in his life…and he certainly gets them, thought not at all the way he expects. The head of the firm is Al Pacino’s character, who goes by the name of “John Milton.” (A reference to the writer of “Paradise Lost.”) At first, Lomax and Milton get on swimmingly, but over time, as Kevin’s life begins to fall apart – his wife going insane, his career taking nightmarish directions – he begins to realize more and more that Milton is not all he seems. It’s ultimately revealed that Milton is not only Kevin’s long-lost father…but, more importantly, that Milton is the Devil himself. Milton’s whole scheme is to force Kevin into a position where he will willingly become the father of the Antichrist, so that Milton can – of course – take over the world. While Pacino was always the first choice to play the Devil in this movie, the creators didn’t secure his performance right away. Apparently, Pacino initially felt the role of Milton was too one-note, and rejected earlier versions of the script no less than three times. He did recommend other actors who might be able to take the part – apparently, both Sean Connery and Robert Redford, of all people, were considered for the role, per Pacino’s suggestion – but these performers ended up being either unavailable or simply unwilling to tackle the character. Finally, on the fourth proposal - and with some changes made to the script by that point – Pacino accepted the part. Thank goodness (or badness, I guess, in this case), because it’s hard to imagine anyone but ol’ Scarface here doing such a great job with the portrayal of the Devil in the film. Pacino’s Devil is a wonderfully fun villain; he’s somehow a character who hides nothing and yet remains an eternal enigma. Much like Jack Nicholson’s Daryl Van Horne, there’s a mixture of coarseness and dignity to this take on the concept. Pacino swaggers through the role, and carries himself with…basically the exact kind of attitude you’d EXPECT Pacino as the Devil to have: he's somewhere between a gangster and a sleazy snake oil salesman. It’s Pacino at his most…Pacino-y, but he also has a strength and sense of uneasy menace to him that gives him the power and believability a part like this requires. He speaks so sensibly and makes many good and interesting points, yet at the same time he never hides the fact that…well…he is who and what he is. To me, when I think of the Devil, this is one of the first versions I think of, and it’s easily in my Top 3 of Pacino’s performances (my favorite is Michael Corleone, my second favorite is Tony Montana). All in all, an easy choice for high placement on this countdown. Also…Keanu, you should probably stop ticking off the Devil. It, uh…doesn’t seem to go well for you, whenever it happens. Plus, now you have both Michael and Dracula mad at you, so…(pauses)…oh, who am I kidding, he’s John Wick. He can take care of himself. :P Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 6! HINT: One…Two…Three Strikes, You’re Out!

#the devils i know #top 31 devils #fiction #list #countdown #best #favorites #halloween advent calendar #october special #number 7 #films #movies #actors #acting #al pacino #john milton #satan #the devil's advocate

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source with handily formatted / consolidated info about the panic of ‘29

MARK SAVITT AND EVA HEINEMANN REVIEW THE PANIC OF ’29 Less Than Rent Theatre Written by Graham Techler Directed and Scenic Design by Max Friedman Costume Design by Corina Chase Lighting Design by Jamie Roderick Sound Design by Margaret Montagna Music Supervision by Spencer Grubbe Fight and Intimacy Director: Lexi Orphanos Props Design by Brandy Hoang Collier Hair and Makeup Design by Sarah Plata Orchestrations and Incidental Music by Barrett Riggins

CAST: Erik Lochtefeld (8/13 Brian Morabito) as Richard Whitney Jared Loftin as Granton and many others R. J. Vaillancourt (8/13 PJ Adzima) as Oswald and many others Olivia Puckett as Dot Julia Knitel as Lady Generosity Will Roland as Jimmy Armstrong Jail Cheeks-Lomax as Ingrid and others Joelle Nicole Johnson as Eva Rachel B. Joyce as Minnie and many others Will Turner as Officer Kent and others

MARK SAVITT: Graham Techler’s THE PANIC OF ’29 is a sprawling epic in three parts. The first part takes place in 1929 when London’s stock market crashed and the crash of the New York stock market seemed imminent. Vice President Richard Whitney (Brian Morabito) of the exchange tries to get people to believe that all will be well, but his secretary Dot (Olivia Puckett) and associates Granton (Jared Loftin) and Oswald (PJ Adzima) knows otherwise. Eva (Joelle Nicole Johnson), the owner of a cabaret, expects to profit from excessive drinking after the crash. Her sister Ingrid (Jail Cheeks-Lomax) who works with her wants to work at a movie theater. The club's singer, Lady Generosity (Julia Knitel) is involved with a poetic police officer, Kent (Will Turner). Jimmy Armstrong (Will Roland), who is keen on Dot, writes crime stories for a pulp magazine. The second section takes place in 1933 during the Depression. Eva, Ingrid, Dot, Lady Generosity, and Jimmy are now among the poor living in shacks. A mysterious figure Tommy-gun Tommie is killing off many members of the police force. The final section takes place in 1941 before America’s entry in WWII. Dot, Jimmy, Lady, and Eva are now operating a lodge near Niagara Falls. They are not concerned with profit and allow a guitar playing drifter to stay in exchange for some songs. An incestuous trio of fur hat wearing French orphans (Rachel B. Joyce, PJ Adzima, Jared Loftin) also find their way to the lodge. They are shady characters with dubious intent. They are also the funniest part of the play, and I loved every moment they were on stage. A figure from the past presumed dead reappears. Things move quickly in this tale and characters other than the principals drop like flies. The writing is both hard-boiled and filled with puns and alliteration. It was very amusing. Nothing makes much sense, but the performers carry it off with elan. The songs performed by Lady and the drifter are a great added bonus. I was surprised that this was not a serious examination of the ’29 crash, but once I realized that it was going to be very different, I was more than willing to accept the show on its own terms. HAPPY FACE

EVA HEINEMANN: When Mark and I agree about a play and one of the main characters is Eva, you know you are for a helluva treat! Not only was the play pure nonsensical fringe-like pleasure, but the acting was perfect to boot. Jared Loftin, PJ Adzima, Jail Cheeks-Lomax, Rachel B. Joyce, and Will Turner appeared in multiple roles that were so different that I hardly recognized them as the same actors. You know they were having a blast doing this play as much as we were watching their antics. Meanwhile Brian Morabito, Olivia Puckett, Julia Knitel, Will Roland, and Joelle Nicole Johnson played true to their characters no matter what unlikely positions they found themselves in. Do not panic that you only have till the 20th to see this but rush on down now. You don’t want to miss this delightfully droll play. MAJOR HAPPY FACE

CLOSES AUGUST 20TH PERFORMANCE SCHEDULE: Tuesday-Friday at 7:15pm Saturday at 2:15pm and 7:15pm

#the panic of '29 #will roland #including the closing date and performance schedule lmao like inspiring someone who otherwise wouldn't to see it & report back All the deets

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knittedbond · 2 years

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2 and 18 for the book asks? :0!!

top 5 books of all time?

really coming out SWINGING w this first one... ok i dont think i can put a numerical order but

- the essex serpent by sarah perry

- beanstalk - e. jade lomax

- the murderbot diaries (yes the whole series i can't pick just one) - martha wells

- through the woods - emily carroll

- i am the messenger - markus zusak

- OH one more the things they carried - tim o'brien

do you like historical books? what time period?

HELP i accidentally posted this before i answered. anyways not reaaaally generally i tend to read fantasy/sff or contemporary novels if i end up reading realistic fiction. i think if smth is historical the era doesn't matter to me it just is abt like. the story aspect. i have read my fair share of fun historical novels tho

#answered #marsjoram #THANK U MIRZA MWAH

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echoesofagiantkiller · 2 years

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For the second time in his life, Jack Farris left the mountains. He had red dirt ground lightly into everything he carried, including his lungs and the soles of his feet. This time, he was not alone.

Echoes of a Giantkiller, E Jade Lomax

#jack my boy my bestie my beloved #this writing is so good i will be thinking about it Forever #leagues and legends #beanstalk #echoes of a giantkiller

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National Dance Radio Airplay

For the week ending April 20, 2024

Never Be Alone --Becky Hill & Sonny Fodera -3

Happier --The Blessed Madonna feat/Clementine Douglas -2

Cutting Loose --Disco Lines, J. Worra, Anabel Englund -1

Lovers In A Past Life --Calvin Harris & Rag'N'Bone Man -6

I Just Need --Danel Allan feat/Lyrah -5

Make You Mine --Madison Beer -9

Lighter --Galantis, David Guetta, 5 Seconds of Summer -14

I'm Only Here For the Beat ---Madelline -4

Dance Alone --SIA feat/Kylie Minogue -10

Why Should I ---Z3LLA -7

Tell Me Who You Are ---Morgin Madison, Ryan Lucian, JAS. -12

Thinking 'Bout Us ---Dannii Minogue & Autone -13

All My Life ---Tiesto, Fast Boy -8

Shiver --John Summit & HAYLA -16

Whatever ---KYGO feat/Ava Max -20

Addicted --ZERB & The Chainsmokers feat/INK -17

Everything You Do --AFROKI, Afrojack, Steve Aoki feat/Aviella. -19

Young & Foolish ---Loud Luxury feat/Charlieonafriday -11

Heaven Or Not ---Diplo & Riva Starr feat/Kareen Lomax -24

Last Of Us --Gryffin feat/Rita Ora -18

Training Season --Dua Lipa -23

Houdini --Dua Lipa -15

Thank You (Not So Bad) --Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Tiesto, W&W -22

Complicated --Luca Schreiner -28

The Way It is --Cheat Codes X Two Friends -29

Not Even Love ---Seven Lions, ILLENIUM feat/ASDIS -38

Da Da Dum --Baby Jane -34

Drums ---James Hype, Kim Petras -32

Forever (Stay Like This) --Armin Van Buuren -33

Weight Of The World --Bonnie X Clyde -44

Best Thing ---Timmy Trumpet -25

Rizz ---AYYBO --36

***I Don't Wanna Wait --David Guetta & One Republic -67

Murder On The Dancefloor --Sophie Ellis-Bextor -31

Little Bit Yours ---Galantis, Hannah Boleyn -21

Carry You --Martin Garri & Third-Party feat/Declan J Donavan -47

Ease My Mind --Switch Disco & AUTOGRAF -28

Water --TYLA -30

Body Moving ---Eliza Rose X Calvin Harris -35

Mas Que Nada --Oliver Heldens, Ian Asher, Sergio Mendez -40

Glow --San Holo feat/AU/RA -45

Buscando Money --Twenty-Six, Tayson Kry$$ -42

Feather --Sabrina Carpenter -39

Yes, And? --Ariana Grande -27

Nostalgia ---NOTD & Georgia Ku -43

We Ain't Here For Long --Nathan Dawe -41

Take So Long --ARTY feat/XIRA -48

Exes --Tate McRae -46

<>Saving Up --Dom Dolla -51

Off Switch --VASSY -49

***new on the chart <> re-entry

#dedicatedtodance

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oswaldide · 2 months

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Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people that reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

I finished reading Remember the Dust by Jade E. Lomax yesterday and I still think about the charaters and their found family a lot

2. I can hear children laughing and shouting from the open window at work (the weather is shit but kids will be kids) (yes i'm at work sue me)

3. During lunch break I found a bumblebee on the street and picked it up so it wouldnt be driven over. It was so very cute and let me carry it for a few hundred meters

4. I found some kind of book collection nearby that the owners are trying to get rid of cheap so i'll check that out soon and get some nice copies of classics

5. I just stumbled upon the phrase love is stored in the peanut from last year again, which is about my dad peeling lots of nuts for me as a child because I loved eating them but hated the peeling

phew I think I really needed this today! :)

#love is stored in the peanut #remember the dust #It was a little hard to think of 5 #im in a stressful stretch of the year #and the sun is not even shining

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Release: January 10, 2020

Lyrics:

Hearing whispers in the night

Voices filling up your mind

You're like a ghost of you

You've been drowning in the rain

Slowly saving up the pain

So deep inside of you

See the colors of the sky

Slowly turn from black and white

A rising hope, bright as gold

And now there's nothing left to lose

So we're breaking all the rules

And they don't know what we know

'Cause I can hear the thunder from afar

A lightning in the dark

I can feel a fire come alive

So calm before the storm

So dark before the dawn

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

In your eyes (oh)

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

In your eyes (oh)

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes

Now you'll never be the same

Once you felt that burning flame

You're chasing stars alive

What was broken's left behind

Watch it crumble in the light

Nothing can stop you now

See the colors of the sky

Slowly turn from black and white

A rising hope, bright as gold

And now there's nothing left to lose

So we're breaking all the rules

And they don't know what we know, whoa

'Cause I can hear the thunder from afar

A lightning in the dark

I can feel a fire come alive

So calm before the storm

So dark before the dawn

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

In your eyes (oh)

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

In your eyes

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

Eh-yeah (oh)

Songwriter:

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

(In your eyes) (oh)

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes (oh)

(In your eyes)

Oh, I can see the fire in your eyes

Alida Garpestad / Daniel Deimann / Dennis Bierbrodt / Erik Smaaland / Gaute Omarsen / Guido Kramer / Juergen Dohr / Kristoffer Tommerbakke / Robin Schultz / Stefan Dabruck

SongFacts:

In Your Eyes was co-written by Alida Garpestad Peck, Daniel Deimann, the Junkx producing team (consisting of: Dennis Bierbrodt, Stefan Dabruck, Jürgen Dohr and Guido Kramer), Erik Smaaland, Gaute Ormåsen, Robin Schulz and Kristoffer Tømmerbakke. The production was carried out through the collaboration of Junkx and Schulz, with the vocal production being carried out by the US producer team The Monsters & Strangerz (consisting of: Jordan Johnson, Stefan Johnson and Marcus Lomax). Junkx and Schulz received support from Deimann for the instrumentation in the form of keyboards and programming. In addition, the producer trio around Junkx was responsible for mixing the piece.

On the front cover of the single - in addition to the artist name and song title - the upper bodies of Alida and Schulz can be seen. These are placed in the middle, against a smoky background. Directly below the two you can see an exploding car, and underneath it is a fighting machine.

In Your Eyes was first released as a download and streaming on January 10, 2020. It was released as a single track by the music labels Atlantic Records and Warner Music. The song was published by Honua Music, Junkx Edition and Rosz Music Edition. On the day of release, a remix version by Dutch DJ Nicky Romero was released as a single track. A remix version by the Austrian DJ LUM!X followed as a single track on February 14, 2020. Two weeks later, another remix by the Norwegian DJ duo Kream, also as a single track, on February 28, 2020. On May 15, 2020, a fourth remix was released by the British electro-pop band Clean Bandit, like its predecessors, this was also released as a single track. In Your Eyes was ultimately released on February 26, 2021 as part of Schulz's fourth studio album IIII.

The music video for In Your Eyes premiered on YouTube on January 10, 2020. The video is a continuation of a story that previously began with the music videos for All This Love and Rather Be Alone. As with Rather Be Alone, Schulz was supported as an actress in the video by Toni Garrn. You can see Garrn and Schulz, whose avatars initially head towards the city on motorcycles. When they arrive in the city, they are pursued by other avatars, but they manage to shake them off. A short time later, the two encounter a huge combat robot, which they can defeat with the help of shooting devices. The video ends with the two of them running towards a pyramid before the words “To be continued” appear. The total length of the video is 3:31 minutes. As with the previous parts, Robert Wunsch once again directed the film.

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WutBJU found this little gem in the 1968 Vintage.

John Stormer was a featured speaker at Bob Jones University's Bible Conference in 1968. It's BIBLE CONFERENCE. And who does BJU invite?

A fear-monger that could be a model for Ron DeSantis' 2024 Presidential campaign.

The Greenville News reported on it. A transcription with commentary will follow.

"Forty eight hours ago a man was shot down by a sniper's bullet in Memphis, Tenn. Since then, at least 20 people have been killed in violence in 46 cities of the United States. As we meet here tonight (Saturday), troops have the White House and Capitol surrounded to keep mobs from burning it to the ground. We live in a troubled land; we live in a land which is in trouble."

Well, yeah.

Stormer's speech in Rodeheaver was on Saturday, April 6, 1968.

Anybody remember what happened on April 4, 1968? Martin Luther King was assassinated.

Does Stormer mention MLK ever? At all?

Of course not. He's just "a man." Can you even believe it? THE Martin Luther King, Jr. is nothing but "a man" in this Klandamentalist account.

These were the opening remarks Saturday night as John Stormer, author of "Note Dare Call It Treason," spoke to an audience of more than 4,000 at Bob Jones University. He said that within the last four years more than 150 people have been gunned down in the streets of America; thousands of others injured, more than a billion dollars worth of property burned or otherwise destroyed. "What is behind all the unrest and violence?" Stormer asked.

Oh what could it be? :/

He answered the question by saying that the President's Commission on Civil Disorders says that poverty, lack of economic opportunity, prejudice, and White racism are responsible. "Others, including, J. Edgar Hoover, grand juries in cities wrecked by violence, and police officials, have made it plain that Communists and other subversives have played upon the discontent, which stems from some of these conditions, to provoke the actual violence."

Here's a place to start reading about the Kerner Commission.

But the real problem in 1968 is, of course, a Red problem!

He quoted Hoover as saying that Communists and other subversives and extremists strive and labor ceaselessly to promote racial trouble and take advantage of racial discord in this country. Such elements were active in exploiting and aggravating the riots; for example, in Harlem, Watts, Cleveland and Chicago. Stormer said that all the rioters are not pro-Communist or anti-American. He quoted the Negro writer Louis Lomax, who after the Detroit riots, said that once the organized revolutionaries break open stores and get the violence started, then the human element begins to play into the hands of the revolutionaries.

And look at Stormer here. Does he sound any different than every white supremacist for the last three years?

Continuing, the conservative author said, "Men and women move in to satisfy their lusts for free cigarettes, free clothes, free booze, and anything else they can carry away. I have studied the cause for riots in the last several years, and I was puzzled for a long time, We have always had poverty in America; there has always been discrimination against any group as they have come to America."

Going back to the depression days, Stormer mentioned that during that time more than 15 million people were unemployed; the communists had a thousand members working actively to promote a revolution; and there were no riots. Why? "There are two principle differences between then and now," he noted. "In the 1930s it was a certainty that if trouble would break out and looting start, the government would move quickly and forcefully to put down any trouble. This is no longer the case."

Ah, yes! The good ol' days during the Great Depression!

There is a second element, as well. In the 1930s there was still a general acceptance among most of the population that there was at least a possibility that men would have to answer to God for his actions even if he weren't caught by the police. In the 1930s Christians, both black and white, and their churches were still faithful in proclaiming the message of God's judgment to come for all men. This puts a restraint on the natural wickedness of the heart of man.

Stormer told his audience that the function of the Christian was that which Jesus Christ referred do when he told his disciples, "Ye are the salt of the earth." "In the Lord's day," continued Stormer, "salt was used to preserve or to keep meat from getting rotten. If the Christian is serving his function in society, he tends to hold back corruption." In conclusion he said "Because Christians are not functioning as the salt of the earth and have lost their savor, Christians in all society are being trodden under the feet of men."

Have they ever changed?

#Bob Jones University #John Stormer #Klandamentalism #Bible Conference #1968 #None Dare Call it Treason

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