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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years
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HOLYY SHITT COULD YOU WRITE A SHORT OF WHATEVER SMUTTY FIC WITH NICOLE RYDER LIKE SHE GETS JEALOUS THEN TAKES OUT ANGER ON YOU BY OIKE UNDRESSING YOUR PLAYING WITH UR BOOBIESS?
God I just read your previous nat fic and when I saw a Nicole pic I thought of it so fasttt I'm sorry by the aggression thoughh -----------------------ღ-------------------------
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you made nicole jealous, insanely, in the middle of a party and wants to grope your breasts until you begged her to stop.
warnings | mild smut - 18+ MINORS DNI! mild touching, nicole ryder being jealous, pet names, and yeah...
notes | i hope this is something you wanted :D i liked this a lot
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I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Well, I might hint a lie there; I think I was. Nicole had invited many of her friends to her house in Los Angeles, where we are currently staying due to her processing divorce with Charlie. I remember how we met, I remember the first night she touched my face. Asking me, chanting me, is this wrong? I nodded but kissed her anyway. Then, it was suddenly her turn of convincing me that nothing between us was wrong. She loved to hug me every night I spent with her, she loved it whenever I was close to her mom even though she can be obnoxious–I’m just saying. I remember vividly when I accidentally dropped a glass of water onto the grass where she picked it up, willingly, and placed it near my plate. I remember when she suddenly pulled me into a deep closet and gave me a searing kiss that I could never resist.
And now, I’ve made her into a jealous, envious mess. Maybe it was because of my outfit that showed a lot of my skin, a lot of it. I was wearing a short white skirt that matched the pearls around my neck, and a silky red tank top along with it. She wore something simple, yet elegant–which I love about her. And when I turned over my shoulder, I could see her from afar where she was holding onto her glass of whiskey with a tight grip; her eyebrows furrowing when a man touches my lower back as if he knew me. And as soon as I walked back to the main room, she followed me all the way to the bedroom where I expected her to be.
“Don’t act like I didn’t see that, Y/N.”
Innocently, I turned and shrugged my shoulders. Play safe, I thought.
“I’m not following, Nick.”
She likes me calling her Nick. It was short for Nicole, and it didn’t matter what gender role the name should be. I didn’t really care much. But I liked calling her nickname because it slipped out easier with my tongue.
“He was touching you,” she said as she near herself to my body with a raging voice. “He touched you! You’re my girlfriend, Y/N. You’re–”
“We aren’t even together, we’re sleeping together.”
“But we are together!”
“Oh please,” I shrugged once more and turned around to remove my pearls since it was getting a little sensitive on my skin. As soon as I took them off, I spun around and pressed against the wall–almost yelping. She towered at me with loud breathing that came out of her mouth, muttering: “You think you’re owned by anyone, huh? No, you’re mine. Do you fucking understand me, Y/N? You’re mine.”
I do understand, I understood that more than I had in my education in school. I was going to kiss her when she suddenly rips off my top with a grunt that truly surprised me with how strong she was, and her hands were now groping hard on my boobs. I was gasping for air, curling my toes into my shoes as she kneads them like dough. Nicole grumbles and kisses my neck, but never my lips. I was trying to utter words, telling her how much I loved those hands, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was so distracted, so distraught, and so aroused by her jealousy that seeps out of her skin.
“You’re nothing but my whore,” she emphasize, looking down at me with her messed-up blonde hair that was almost covering her eyes. I can’t tell if she was drunk, because I was too. I clung my arms around her neck while she grunts out of pleasure from my breasts. “Okay? You’re too beautiful to be someone else’s. Now, be a good girl and let me use your god damn tits.”
She touches me again with a flat tongue that strikes up against my neck, all the way to my jaw. She gropes them harder, pressing them together with a low moan that erupts from her throat. I held her closer to me, trying to hump her pelvis with mine to get more of that friction. But no, god no, she wasn't giving me what I wanted. Perhaps this was my punishment, and I'm gladly taking it like a good girl I was.
"God, touch me harder."
"You don't get to tell me what to do, pretty girl," she whispers to my ear hotly and tweaks my left nipple. "Submit yourself to me, come on. Do it for me."
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me-uglypretty · 2 years
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Nicole, I love you
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Pairing: Nicole Ryder x Reader
Summary: Sharing a loving moment with Nicole in a Hollywood party, where her focus is solely on her love.
Warning: 18+ (General), fluff
Word count: 681
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Never such an ambuscade—by the striking eyes staring at you from across the well-lighted room or in bed at two in the morning. Nicole, a love so gentle and bold, she smiles at you and it falls hard on your heart. The blossoming feeling of love, nudging your body towards her without a second thought.
“Hey,” you greeted her with such softness, her own hand meeting yours and pulling you into her embrace. “Hi,” she had whispered back as the crook of her neck became the bed for your head to rest.
Bodies sway as music played in the background. The humming sound pays you no mind as your heart submerged within the comfort of her arms around your body, the heat that radiates a warmth to your heart and something that makes you stomach flutter—as if, butterflies were making home by the base of your stomach.
“You look beautiful tonight,” you muttered, leaning away enough to meet her eyes. “Really beautiful,” you added and saw the way her eyes seems to glint, it’s gentle at first when she leans her forehead against yours and the embrace of her lips on yours—it leaves you begging for more than hasty kisses in a room full of people.
Nicole knows this, the nudging of your heart towards her and how your eyes simply never left hers, not for the sake of other’s advances as your eyes were shun for her—only for her.
“And you,” she paused, hands moving to rest on your waist as she leads the swaying of your body to the music. “You are a work of art,” she whispered, and you had to stop your body from reacting to the drop of voice or how her hand inches lower.
“I,” your words form and dissolve in your throat, the warm lips of her meeting the crook of your neck, slowly trailing to a spot that you wish she didn’t—
And a breathless moan leaves your mouth, warm tongue gliding across your sensitive skin before the nimble of her teeth makes the ache of need grow in your stomach. The hands on your waist tightens. It leaves you with a high, the kind that wonders of people watching two actors risking their image for a quick moment together at a Hollywood party, those who assumed a failed marriage will render her broken—infinitely, the people who spew jealous at knowing she found you and you—
“God, Nicole, I love you,” and the confession wasn’t old, those words of love fell from your mouth by the sheer moment your eyes met hers. The mornings where you woke up with your head on her chest and limps tangled, the only thought in your head were filled of her as the confession of love leaves your mouth and her cheeks reddens with the excuse of morning’s cold.
Nicole doesn’t miss the moment your hand rest on her nape, seemingly ensuring she won’t stop marking your neck while the other on her shoulder, holding yourself from falling apart before her.
And you quietly allowed her to guide you away from the party. Several people noticing the eagerness on her face and the pure bliss on yours, the ones offering smiles of their own while some, the little population of them, still festering of jealous to know that she—is completely in love with you as you are with her.
You couldn’t tell time at that moment—perhaps, it was seconds or hours later that she pulled away, eyes dark of lust as stared into your equally lustful eyes. But you take the time, remembering the details of her face, the spaces from one birth mark to the other, the way her lips were full and when she smiles, it’s sets ablaze to your heart and your own lips curves like hers.
“I love you,” her words meet with an eager kiss from you, and you felt the smile appearing on her face from where lips have yet to part. “Let’s leave,” she mumbled, hot breath hitting your lips from the proximity.
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I love them so much y’all don’t even understand every couple of years decades really there’s a couple or on screen ship that’s so insanely good with palpable chemistry and sexual tension that my brain chemistry gets altered in way that’s not for the sane people the serotonin and buzz be so strong no dr*yg could ever make me feel that way! that even tho logically I’m my mind I know it’s just acting and they are doing their job incredibly annoyingly well I still believe it with all my heart that they are in fact dating and are happy and aren’t just saying anything because they don’t wanna let people in on their life which is fair I know it’s wrong and silly and just very dvmb bc it’s just acting very very phenomenal brilliant acting but damn and 80% of the time they were or ended up as couple later on sure few weren’t and didn’t but it all started with JD/WR BP/AJ Sandra x Keanu, Jake x Anne Kiera x James(James with anyone really Christina Anne) Anne Kiera with anyone too, Margot x Will, Ian x Nina, Sophia x Austin, Ryan x Sarah (this one hurts still bc wdym they dated longer then they was alive on the show?) sometimes the actors be doing not even a bit to much but wayyy over the board to much actually, Nicole x Micheal then came stonefiled then came Haesoo jisoo x haein and now we are here in this dilemma that should get into a psych ward next to the riddler joker and penguin with lukenewton and nicolacoughlan they are the worst too
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I fight with my mind constantly telling myself it’s just acting then I be like really is it? Is it really just acting that kinda of unhinged chemistry brilliance cant just be acting it’s to much to be acting only😂! be careful the brain plays tricks on you and so the actors bc to them it’s just a job while to others(me) it’s a straight jacket signs and mental illness signs! Clear sign of breakdown
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nicoleclowes · 2 years
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"For a second I thought we had your miracle"
this was fine i am FINE
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hibiscusbabyboy · 3 months
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voguefashion · 2 years
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Actresses by Herb Ritts
Kim Basinger (1984), Jessica Lange (1988), Cher (1990), Julia Roberts (1990), Anjelica Huston (1990), Michelle Pfeiffer (1991), Winona Ryder (1991), Drew Barrymore (1993), Elizabeth Taylor (1997) and Nicole Kidman (1999).
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slumpedsworld · 2 years
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Them <3
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zombiebluejay · 3 months
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Me: I'm bisexual but idk I mostly like men maybe I should call myself strai-
90s and 2000s leading ladies in indie films:
Me: okay maybe still bi nvm
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nicolepeterson · 6 months
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Nicole Peterson uploaded a new Instagram post
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evzzzm · 2 years
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Hello.Am pretty new to this so heads up!I might write fanfics on here not sure tho! take care, loves.💜
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winonarydersragdoll · 2 years
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The holy trinity at the 2009 Mercedes-Benz fashion week in New York 
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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year
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No because I don't know why but being a wife to Nicole instead of charlie is delusionally hot and cute you know but anyway short headcanons
I'm just thinking of her being a big spoon in bed, hugging your waist with her head buried in your boobs
Letting you play with her soft short hair, instantly falling asleep from your addictive touch
She Isn't much of a cook so she always counts on you to prepare her and Henry's favorite foods
Loves to call you in her phone while shes walking/driving to her film set
Has a new habit of tidying up stuff before she goes because she gets a little too guilty whenever you scold her for every little obvoius mess she makes
doesn't rely that much on you
Likes seeing you frustratedly pick out an outfit
Enjoys watching you try to do hard little things for yourself knowing you'll need her help anyway
Has a short pencil keychain on her keys to write down notes, uses it quite often it eventually shrunk down
I'm so desperate for my imaginary fictional wife
i need more nicole ryder thoughts. this is so like her, YOU WROTE THIS WELL I NEED MORE.
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me-uglypretty · 2 years
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Woman like you
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Pairing: Nicole Ryder x Reader
Summary: Nicole likes rushing into things and failing to realise the chance of true love was there all along.
Warning: 18+ (General), angst
Word count: 321
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A woman like her shouldn’t lay her body fold with another man, after facing formidable from one promised to eternity. You scoffed at her attempt, generously leading a stranger away from the party with the look of tasting freedom for the first time while you—wish so badly to had granted her that, the taste of sweetness and love, the kind you promised beneath the stars watching down on two friends.
“Maybe you shouldn’t rush into thing,” you equipped, emerald of sea stares at you with such emotions that you fear for you dampening heart, “Nicole, think about it.”
Annoyance that once perceive as a reaction from her husband’s heavy bearing, now faces you—holding an intensity that you wish so badly for her to know and understand, he could not show a tint of crimson on her cheeks by the gentle of hands interlace. He wouldn’t know where to begin or where she ends, not a meek of compliance to her every need.
“It’s my choice,” she uttered with such stance of a woman facing an ambush of emotions drawn from a failed marriage.
You wished to have said those words: choose me, please, I’m right here, please see me, I have love you from when I first saw you, please, I’m right here.
Those words hit repeatedly against your chest, begging for a route of escape from your aching heart. It strikes a pain in your head and you excused it as a headache from the loud music trespassing the silence in your ears. An easy escape from your own fear. A cowardly act that drowned your own heart.
Everything that left you watching her walk away, the suit that hugged her body beautifully would now drop on the floor of some other man, her hair would be touched by another, and you would watch from afar as she falls again—but never for the sake of your heart.
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thishadoscarbuzz · 2 years
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192 - Panic Room (EW Spring Movie Preview)
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We’re kicking off our May Miniseries on EW Movie Preview cover movies at the beginning of the calendar with the Spring Movie Preview spotlight on Panic Room. David Fincher’s post-Fight Club foray into elevating a straightforward thriller with his stylistic perfectionism, the film almost starred Nicole Kidman as a recently separated mother who hides with her daughter in the eponymous fortress when her new home is invaded by a trio of fledgling criminals. But when Kidman exited due to lingering injuries sustained during Moulin Rouge!, the extremely Oscar friendly Jodie Foster ditched Cannes jury president duties to work with Fincher. Though Foster’s name was still synonymous with Oscar after almost winning her third only a few years prior, this spring release was left in awards voters minds as a crowd pleasing thriller by year’s end.
This episode, senior entertainment writer for Variety Adam B. Vary joins us to discuss how the EW movie previews were made, including a deep dive into how movies were chosen for prime coverage, letters to the editor, and its bonanza of fonts. We also discuss the films’ mismatched brilliance of its three criminals played by Forrest Whitaker, Jared Leto, and Dwight Yoakam, its breakthrough performance for Kristen Stewart, and covering Jodie Foster’s pregnancy during filming.
Topics also include EW’s Critical Mass grid as the early Rotten Tomatoes, movies delayed because of 9/11, and Free Winona.
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The 2002 Oscar nominations
Joe on Podcast Like It’s 1999 for EW’s Best of 1999
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zeldainparis · 2 years
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vhsoka · 8 months
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why 😐 does 😐 rosario 😐 dawson 😐 deliver 😐 every 😐 line 😐 like 😐 this 😐
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