#I could be the Snoopy being smacked by your sweetness

[loupy-mongoose]

Talented

...That's not a prompt, I'm describing you lol. You're really good at storytelling and making us fall in love with the characters. Thank you for sharing it with us!

Thank you all for enjoying it with me! ^w^

[pinknerdpanda]

Muddle Through Somehow

Word Count: 1,643 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst, Fluff, 2020 (even though I don’t say it specifically...you’ll see) Beta’d by: @princessmisery666 - I’d be lost without you. xoxo

A/N: Written For @arrowsandmixtapes for my Merry Manda’s Christmas “Drabbles”. I was so excited when I saw your request, Kansas. This is my favorite Christmas song and it couldn’t be more fitting for this year. I specifically reference the OG version by Judy Garland with the original lyrics, but if ya’ll haven’t seen the video of Adam Lambert singing this song, you need to. It made my ugly cry. But like...in a good way? (video is here) Hope you enjoy this lovely!

Muddle Through Somehow

It wasn’t necessarily the soft sound of footsteps approaching that startled y/n. It was the fact that said footsteps came from a person who usually made no sound at all. If she could hear him walking, it was because he was letting her.

Somehow that made the whole situation worse, which made y/n cry. Again. 

Y/n buried her face in her hands, shielding herself from view and trying to muffle the sound of her tears. It didn’t work. Instead, the sound of feet grew closer more quickly. A heavy, metallic hand landed on her shoulder, tugging her shoulder until she was facing him.

“Y/n?” Bucky’s voice sounded strained and rough - tired even. “What’s the matter doll?”

On a good night, Bucky got very little uninterrupted sleep. Judging by the creases in his right cheek, the squint of his eyes and the mussed hair on one side, tonight had been somewhat of a “good night.” Until she woke him up and robbed him of what little rest he had been enjoying. Y/n sobbed harder.

Bucky’s arms, one warm flesh and the other cool metal, wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her against him. The gentle vibrations of his soothing words tickled her cheek where it lay on his chest. Bucky’s fingers skimmed the length of her back as she held onto him like a life raft.

Eventually the tears dried, leaving y/n red-nosed and sniffing against Bucky, whose firm, reassuring grip on her never wavered.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Her voice was hoarse and sounded painful as she mumbled the words into the cotton of his now tear-stained t-shirt.

Bucky pulled back then; only enough to look into her face while his hands found her waist.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for.”

His stormy blue eyes searched hers as though he was trying to etch the sincerity of his words into her corneas. Even in the dim light, y/n could see the furrow of his brow and the concerned pinch of his lips as he regarded her. 

Before she could argue or respond, Bucky was guiding her into the kitchen. Pulling out one of the stools at the counter, he motioned for her to sit while he set about making them each a cup of tea. The silence that stretched on was comfortable despite the occasional punctuating sniffle. 

Turning, Bucky produced two steaming mugs and handed y/n the one with Snoopy dressed as Santa on the front. His own mug featured Woodstock donning an exceptionally long stocking cap. He took a sip and leaned across the counter, elbows resting against the cool granite surface.

“Now, you wanna tell me what’s the matter?” One corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched upward as he readjusted his grip on the mug. 

Y/n tapped her nails against the side of her mug, eyes trained on the steaming cup, as if she were concentrating on the tinkling tune against the ceramic. She screwed her mouth up to one side, trying to find the words to explain. 

The soft clink of ceramic on granite stirred her from her thoughts as Bucky placed a finger under her chin and nudged her gaze up toward him.

“Come on sweetheart. You can always talk to me.” 

His voice held a nearly undetectable tone of uncertainty; worry even. 

“I know. It’s not that. It’s just…” she sighed again, leaning into his touch as his hand slid to cup her cheek. “I’m just...sad. I feel like everything is upside down.”

Bucky frowned, his hand dropping from her face and she instantly felt a chill at the loss of his touch. Rounding the small counter between them, Bucky turned the stool she sat on to face him and held both of her hands in his.

“Have I…” Bucky inhaled sharply. “Did I do something?”

Y/n sighed, silently berating herself for making him think he’d done anything wrong. She squeezed his hands.

“No, baby. Not at all. You’re wonderful.” Y/n sniffed and pressed her forehead against his. “It’s just this damn year. It seems like everything that could go wrong has. I mean Christmas is what...a week away? We have the tree decorated, the stockings hung...everything looks so normal from the outside. But it’s not. It’s like all the things that bring me so much joy every year are just making me so infinitely sad.”

Y/n’s voice cracked on the last syllable and Bucky wrapped his arms around her again.

“I think it’s just really finally hit me that I’m not getting to spend Christmas with my family. And I get it; it’s safest to stay away, but it’s breaking my heart.”

“I know, doll.” He pressed a sweet kiss into her hair. “I know and I’m so sorry.”

Y/n pulled back and offered him a watery smile. “If I didn’t have you, Buck, I don’t know what I would do.”

Bucky pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and tilted her head up slightly. He returned her smile for just a second before kissing her gently. “I feel the same way, sweetheart. I’m the luckiest man alive. C’mere.”

Grabbing her hand, Bucky pulled y/n out of the kitchen and into the living room. Stooping down, he plugged in the tree and all at once the room shimmered with the warm lights meticulously wrapped around every branch. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat at the sight; just like it did every time. There must be some form of sorcery that went into Christmas lights that made them constantly emanate peace and joy no matter how sour her mood; y/n was sure of it.

Bucky then moved to the record player and dropped the needle, the faint scratch echoing softly as he returned to stand before her. 

“Dance with me?” Bucky held out his hand, eyebrow arched and a warm smile stretching across his face.

There was no hesitation as y/n moved easily into his arms and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She breathed deeply, inhaling his warm scent just as Judy Garland began singing.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be out of sight

Tears burned at the back of y/n’s eyes and she clutched onto Bucky tightly as he led her in a slow circle.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay Next year all our troubles will be miles away

“This is my favorite Christmas song,” y/n sniffed. Bucky hummed above her in agreement.

“Reminds me of being a kid,” Bucky chuckled.

Y/n looked up and found a dreamy, bittersweet look cross his face. 

“I thought this movie came out after the war?” 

There was a time when Y/n avoided asking questions about the war and Bucky’s life before HYDRA. She hated seeing the pain in his eyes at the memories such things brought back. But over their years of being together, they’d both realized that avoidance only made the inevitable remembering hurt more. It was important for Bucky to retain those memories, even when they were painful.

“Yeah I think it did, but I may or may not have had a little crush on Judy Garland back in my day.”

Y/n scoffed, her eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. “Really?”

Bucky grinned. “Yes, really. The Wizard of Oz was one of the first movies I ever saw. Dorothy from Kansas? She was a real looker. Those big doe eyes,” he whistled lowly and chuckled. Sobering quickly though, he leaned in, lips against her ear, and whispered. “But trust me, she ain’t got nothin’ on you, doll.”

Y/n shivered as he kissed her temple and pulled her in close again, continuing to lead her in a slow, graceful sway.

Someday soon we all will be together If the fates allow Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little Christmas, now

As the song changed, the pair remained wrapped in each other’s arms, not caring if their steps matched the beat of the music. Between Bucky’s embrace, the warm glow of the lights and the soothing crackle of the record player, y/n began to feel the wealth of sadness that had been building inside her ebb away. 

Eventually the music faded completely, only the occasional scratch and groan from the record filling the air. Everything felt still and lovely and for the first time in a while, y/n felt whole.

Maybe this year has been nothing but trash heaped upon trash and the holidays wouldn’t be what they once were. But she had Bucky and the hope that someday soon things would go back to the way they were. And right now, that was all she needed.

“Bucky?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you. For everything. You said before you were the luckiest man alive and I don’t know about that. But I know for a fact that I’m the luckiest woman in the world. If I’m gonna have to muddle through somehow, I’m glad I get to muddle through it with you.”

Bucky smiled as he leaned down to capture y/n’s lips in a slow, sweet kiss. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

Their lips met again for a brief moment before a yawn overtook Bucky, forcing them apart. He grimmaced, sheepishly.

“Come on, old man. Let’s get you back to bed.” Y/n grinned and pecked Bucky’s lips once more before dragging him back toward their bedroom. 

“Old man, huh?” Bucky smacked her on the ass, making y/n jump and giggle. “I’ll get you for that, my pretty. And your little dog, too.”

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Astronomy

Day 17: Window w/ Kuroo Tetsuro

Warnings/Other Kinks: mentioned exhibitionism, degradation

I love both sex god Kuroo and nerd Kuroo, so I'm very under the impression that this jerk would just tell you random facts while he's rearranging your guts.

Disclaimer: 18+ years older to read/interact. All characters are 20 years or older.

"I'm not surprised. But it's a shame we can't see the stars with all the light pollution here."

You couldn't see anything other than darkness and stars with the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. And even if you managed to straighten your gaze out, how was Tetsuro expecting you to see anything out of the window? Your hot breath was fanning the expanse, fogging up the glass pane as you panted and moaned onto it. The glass had been cold when he had shoved you into it, letting the cold material send shivers down your bare body as he leaned into your back - flattening you against the window like a flower that had been laid to press. Just as pretty as a flower too - tits on fully display as they level against the aperture. A further look down would reveal your stuffed cunt, messy with each plowing blow Tetsuro's hips took inside of you.

At one point, you had been worried someone may see your form fucked up in the window but you had been assured you were far too high up to see. The only concern would be if there happened to be any snoopy people watcher in the buildings surrounding the hotel - and even then, they would need binoculars to get a clear view. You hadn't doubted that people like that would exsist in a city like this - In fact, you were pretty convinced that could be something happening right now. But, oh, this man's cock spearing into you from behind managed to knock out any concerns you may have other than how you were going to get your next fix. 

"What's the date today?" He asked, but you could not care less. You were too enraptured by your walls being trapped and squeezed with the added pressure from the window. He felt even bigger than usual and you weren't sure how he was managing to talk - much less babble on about something that wasn't related to fucking like animals. He didn't miss a beat with his hips, but his low voice continued to rumble along eagerly behind you. "Scorpious is out tonight. If we could see him, he'd probably be right about-" a pause in his words as he thought his next statement through, all while you began drooling, feeling it dribble between the gaps of your cheeks on the glass. "There." No idea where he pointed at, but he accented with an even harder thrust of his hips that caused you to positively squeal. "Are you even listening?" His hand dropped to pinch your chin and you felt a squeeze as he guided your head to the direction he had been pointed. "Hey, come on, look. I haven't fucked you stupid yet, have I? Pay attention." He said that, but you could hear the deep chuckle between his words that made you tremble. Always, always the tease. "We just started and I have plenty to talk about. If you're not listening I may have to slow the pace down on you until you can pay attention."

The whine you let out was pathetic even to your own ears. "Tetsu, don't stop," you breathed, your words coming out weird - distorted from the haziness in your mind in tandem with the way he was squishing your cheeks. "Want more. Ple-ease!" Your voice hiked up into another cry as he found that sweet spot inside of you and pistoned into it. 

"Then, listen when I talk to you. Gonna hurt my feelings tuning me out just because you're on my dick. You must really like it inside you, though. You're drooling." The little blabbering string you made in response had him laughing at you, his hand releasing his grip on your face to find its spot on your hip, while his head dipped down to bury into your neck. "I admit, I do like that face you're making. Makes you look like a slut. Is that it? You a slut for my cock? Can't even use your words when its inside you?" A dark snicker against your flesh before he nipped at it, letting you soak in the pleasure of him repeatedly driving into you, faster, harder, deeper. He was provoking you, sure. But thats just what he did. And the way your body clenched tighter each time the word slut fell off his lips, he couldn't help but hypothesize that you liked it. He could talk you sick with sweet talk, but something about teasing you was so much more fun. Besides, he really did enjoy the dumb look on your face right now. "I wanted to talk more but I seriously don't think you're going to be able to hear a word I'm saying when all you can think about is being such a needy little whore. You're just using me for my body. How shameless."

A sharp smack came down on your ass and you let out a yelp as you felt heat rush the the impact zone that only continued to be knocked into by his hips each time he drove down. You were absolutely ready to snap, your body tensing against the wall as Kuroo adjusted his hands, placing them over yours only so he could push you in further. His hips dragged out of you only halfway now before he target that spongy spot of yours with a fervor. "Youre lucky I like you so much. I'll let you skip the astronomy lesson today. But you're going to make it up to me later." He snaked, giving a hungry few grunts as your walls tightened around him like a constrictor. So, so needy for his cock. "Next time, we're going to have a lesson outside."

[raquelinseoul]

The start of the journey

August 12, 2019. Today was the day. It still felt unreal to me. I had no problem sleeping the nights before and wasn’t nervous at all. Still can’t really figure out why. That didn’t change the fact that I fully knew that I was going to Korea today, and not returning home for a long time. Everything was already packed, just the little nick-nacks that I needed in the morning. You know, your girl is consistent with her skin care routine. Aint no flight gonna fuck that up.  I took it easy in the morning. Had a small but gezellig breakfast with my mom a lil brother. Already showered when I woke up, so I could let my hair just dry by itself. Did my make-up got dressed and soon, it was just waiting for my grandpa, as he drove me, my fam and the bf to the airport.

We arrived quite early, I think it was a little bit past 5pm that me and my bf got dropped of at our gate. The goodbye’s with my family was sweet but quick. I think it might’ve been for the better for my mom this way. She really struggled with the idea of me being away for so long on the other side of the world. I mean, I’ve lived on my own before for 3 years, but I never left the country, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. However, besides her difficulties of letting me go and worry about her child, cause that’s what mom’s do, she fully supports me in this and is very proud of me. I didn’t cry, cause I felt like that if I started to cry, my mom would break down for sure, so I tried to stay strong for the both of us..

After dropping of my big suitcase and having some food, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast at 12, we waited for some friends who also wanted to say goodbye. I still feel really blessed and loved that people would come all this way to say goodbye to me. It’s gonna be hard being away from people who love and support you. Not that they won’t continue doing that now, but it’s a little different when you can’t just go visit them. We basically just hung-out a little bit a the airport. Talk about my trip, talk about previous trips, memories, things we wanna do in the future etc. Basically anything. The waiting time passed quickly, as it went from 6:30pm to 7:45 pm quite quickly. It was about time we passed the gate and said goodbye for real. The final waves from the staircase going upstairs was extra dramatic, but in a fun way. 

The flight to Korea wasn’t my first time on a plane, but it was my first time flying for this long. The duration of the flight was 10 hours and went well. The on flight entertainment was great, as I was able to watch The Spiderverse movie, seriously, if you haven’t seen it yet, please do, and I was able to play my good ol’ game Solitaire, so I was entertained. However, I was not able to sleep during the flight, as expected. Sleeping in public transport also never worked for me; fear of losing your luggage, missing your transfer, missing your station etc. I did rest my eyes for a few hours, so that’s something right?  Around 2 hours before arriving in Seoul, we were served breakfast and I was finally able to look out my window seat again. Cause you know, I’m not gonna ruin other people’s sleeping by having the window uncovered where the sun was fulling shining again above Asia. I believe we were flying above China at the time and boi, what a view.

No time to rest! Gotta fill-in the immigration & declaration form, get my luggage, pee, fix that unlimited data and Korean public transport card and get some Korean Won’s. Sounds like a lot, but Incheon airport is big, open and very easy to find your way around. Also, because I like to come prepared, I knew that we had to be on the basement level of the airport for the express train to Seoul city. After getting everything done on or to-do-when-arriving-in-korea checklist, we decided we needed to something to drink, non-alcoholic. Luckily, just like many Asian countries, Korea’s convenient store game is strong, so there was enough to choose from and oh boi. I just wanted to try everything. I went for the Snoopy Coffee milk drink and it was deliciouuuuus~ And that for €1,~

The AREX is the name of the airport express train that was gonna take us to Seoul central station. For less than €14,-, you got two adult tickets that take you directly to the city, no extra stops. AREX also offers a route where it makes more stops, but this wasn’t relevant for us, will probably be cheaper tho. The trip took less than an hour, and gave you the opportunity to take in the view, which was wonderful to see after not being able to see anything but clouds or planes for a long time~

The trip from Seoul Station to our Airbnb was easy, but holy shit, the humidity with temparatures of 35C. It was a lot, until now, we were kinda good since the AC was on everywhere. So stepping out of the station’s building was like being smacked in the face, but over your entire body.

Once upon arriving, we had a little break, got some drinks and dinner at a supermarket nearby. and here I am now, writing my first blogpost. It’s now around 22:45 pm. I’m gonna take shower and finally get some sleep.  Bye bye~

[daebakinc]

Could you do a Jun K 2pm smut where he comes home from and wants to blow off steam with his wife and they decide to do it on the table then the room fluffier now.

I have been having soooo many Jun.K feels out of the blue and he is seriously wrecking havoc on my 2pm bias list so I channeled that for this fic. Hope you like it!

Scrapit. Scrap the whole damn thing. The months he’s spent on the melodyalone be damned. Minjun flops himself back in his chair. The releaseof the album’s single is only four weeks away and JYP is breathingdown his neck. One last song to finalize, but its satisfactorycompletion evades him.

Thefrustration chafes at him. He gets up to slam a finger down on themouse and save what little work he’s managed. Minjun barely remembersto properly eject the USB before jerking it out. The company studiois too stuffy after being cooped up there for three days straight.It’s too much of a reminder of why he can’t provide anything lessthan perfection. Maybe his home studio will prove more productive.

Thedrive is thankfully short. The first things he sees when he comesthrough the front door are Denver and Snoopy. They immediatelyabandon their tug-of-war game to run over, tails wagging crazily.

Hisbad mood lightening a little, Minjun squats down to lovingly scratchtheir heads. “Hi, boys. I’ll play with you later, ok?”

Rightnow, all he can think of is finding a way to ease some of the tensionplaguing his body. A hot shower seems to be the immediate solution.Then perhaps a good run with the dogs followed by a second shower.With another rub for both dogs, Minjun slips inside the hall to therest of the house.

Thesound of his own voice playing loudly makes him freeze for a moment.When a second voice joins in, Minjun is even more confused. It takeshim a minute to remember that it’s Saturday. A weekend. Of course hiswife is home. Quietly toeing his shoes off, he follows the music andpeeks in the kitchen.

Herback is to him as she stands in front of the sink. She sings in anabsent minded, breathless voice, hips rocking to the bass so they tugthe shirt’s fabric along with them. Every sway makes the shirt hemride up from where it sits high on her thighs. Low slung leggingscling to her like a second skin. Even from entry, he can smell hershampoo, innocently fresh and sweet and all the more enticing for it.The sight of her, so peaceful and beautiful and his, sends a heavyshot of desire straight to his groin like potent whiskey.

Minjundeliberately drops his bag. Forget the shower. He’s found somethingbetter. Much better.

Youjump when sleek arms wind around your waist, but your body recognizesMinjun’s  against your back a heartbeat later. It’s a pleasantsurprise, considering you had expected him to stay  in the studiountil tomorrow, if not the whole weekend. Even though you’ve onlybeen married a few months, you’re already accustomed to yourhusband’s sometimes erratic schedule. This makes the hours he stealsaway just to be with you all the more endearing and dear. After all,you’re still newlyweds.

Shakingthe water from your hands, you turn your head.“Hell-” Yourgreeting is cut short by his hard kiss. It leaves no room for you tobreathe. Not that you could necessarily be able to remember to do soanyway. The kiss exacts every molecule of oxygen in your lungs.

Hereleases your mouth with a loud smack. Minjun’s eyes lazily roam yourface. “What did you just eat?”

“Strawberries.”You weakly lift a hand to show him the still wet fruit. “Fortonight’s salad.”

Minjunsmiles slightly. “Mmm.”

Heunwraps an arm from your waist to turn off the faucet. You know thatlook all too well. Heavy lids and the hungry curl in his mouth meanone thing. Minjun’s fingers skim down your arm, passing over yourjumping pulse at your wrist. Blindly choosing a strawberry, he holdsit to your lips. You open your mouth to take a bite. The way hisfingers linger along the sensitive skin of your lips makes you shiverin anticipation.

Buthe keeps you waiting. Minjun drops the leafy top in the sink, eyesstill demanding your gaze until you swallow. Finally, he closes hiseyes. You don’t breathe as he drops his face into your shoulder andwinds his arms more securely around your waist. He drags his nosealong the line of your neck.

“Yousmell even more divine than you taste,” he whispers, lips grazingyour skin as they move up to your ear. Minjun nips at the shell ofyour ear, just a tiny pinch that makes your breath hitch.

“Roughday?” you guess.

Hehums, continuing to nibble his way back down to your neck. One handstarts stroking your stomach, moving lower and lower. “I can’t getthe lyrics right. It’s incredibly irritating.”

“Oh.”You catch your lip between your teeth when Minjun’s fingers starttoying with the waistband of your leggings. “Maybe-maybe we canlisten to what you have. See if we can come up with anythingtogether.”

“Later.Right now, all I need is my muse. My lovely, beautiful, sexy muse.”

Hegently bites your neck and you sigh. Murmuring, you agree. “Later.”

Minjun’schuckle vibrates against your skin. His mouth works its way up alongthe soft skin your neck and shoulder. Each kiss, each bite, eachswipe of his tongue, stokes a thrumming through your blood, a slowbuild of languid heat. Small sounds of pleasure drip from your lipsuntil your head is almost resting on his shoulder. So enthralled, youdon’t notice Minjun’s hand snaking under your pants until his fingerspress against your heat.

Thesingle touch jolts you from your stupor with a gasp and steals thestrength from your legs. If Minjun wasn’t crowding you against thecounter, you’d be in a puddle at his feet.

“Alreadyso eager, baby?” Minjun teases, his breath hot against your ear.

Whimpering,you nod and rock your hips against his hand. Your head falls forwardas you submit to the waves of feeling. His other hand slides upfrom your waist, grazing the swell of your chest. It clasps aroundyour jaw. Minjun turns your face towards his to claim your lips witha fervent kiss. His tongue probes and tastes in time with themovement of his fingers. Shudders run through your body and yourknees tremble. He holds you upright against his chest. His breathcomes quicker, but his movements remain controlled and sure.

Justas you feel yourself ready to fall over the edge, Minjun’s handwithdraws. You moan into his mouth in protest. He captures your lowerlip between his teeth and tugs. Your eyes open. Minjun’s are blackwith hunger.

Theeye contact lasts a single beat. He spins you around, hands firm onyour hips. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck. Licking yourlips, you lean forward to make some marks of your own on his gorgeousskin. But you’re too slow. Minjun’s already kneeling down andbringing your leggings and panties with him. You hurriedly step outof them and kick them aside. His hands slide up your legs, his lipsfollowing with tiny adoring kisses.

“Minjun,”you beg, hands tightening on his shoulders. “Please stop teasingand just take me.”

“ShouldI?” He surges upward.

Thesudden movement startles you and you almost fall backwards, butMinjun’s hands the back of your thighs catch you. A breath later, hehoists you up in his arms. Your legs lock around his waist and youimmediately feel that you aren’t the only one affected.

“Youshould.” You grin, shift closer, and rock your hips. “So we cantake care of that. You started it after all.”

Minjunkisses you until you’re plastered to him. Pulling back just enough soyou can see his beguiling smile, he replies, “And I’ll end it,believe me.”

“Showme.”

Hissmirk widens and his mouth settles back on yours. The fire in yourblood that had simmered down returns as an inferno. You barely noticehim walking a few feet and setting you down on the kitchen table, toocaught up in the kiss, in the firmness of his body beneath yours. Abody you urgently need to touch without barriers.

Asif reading your mind, Minjun breaks the kiss long enough to tear offhis shirt. You get a few seconds’ view of mouthwatering muscle beforehe jerks your shirt off as well. The fact that you forwent a bra thismorning makes your disrobing all the easier.

Freeof the confining cloth, you quickly find his lips again. Fevered skinpresses against fevered skin. Your fingers twist in his hair, tryingto pull him into yourself. The rough fabric of his jeans momentarilygrates against your legs as he shoves them down. Minjun’s hands landon your hips and tug them forward.

“Idon’t think I can be gentle this time,” Minjun whispers againstyour lips. He leans his forehead against yours, breathing deeplythrough his nose.

Youcan feel him, hot and heavy and ready, against your thigh. “Thendon’t.”

That’sall the permission he needs. Minjun’s hard length slams into you withease and his lips mercilessly return to yours. Your fingers scrambleto find purchase and dig into his back. His grip on your bottom is likeburning brands. His mouth roams between your mouth and neck andbreasts with devastating skill. Building ecstasy reduces every bonein your body to liquid. Each thrust brings him deeper, closer. Eachlift of your hips becomes weaker and weaker, the pressure building inthe pit of your stomach. Kisses become messier, interrupted bypanting breaths, moans, and sighs. Minjun’s rhythm grows faster,frantic.

Adesperate snap of his hips, shatters you completely with a shriek andyou tumble over the precipice. Glorious sensations flood your nervesto the tips of your toes. You clench around him as you shiver withthe aftershocks. Groans rattle his chest and you know he’s close. Afew strokes later and you feel the eruption of his release.

Chests heaving, Minjun eases the two of you down onto the table. Youclose your eyes and nuzzle his neck. He’s heavy lying on top of you,but you don’t mind. You’re too content bathing in the afterglow.

“Feelbetter?” you ask when you’ve regained your ability to talk.

Minjunkisses your neck. “Yes. Definitely.” Shifting, he kisses yournose. “Thank you.”

Afterpressing a few more kisses along your shoulders, he pulls himselfaway from you. Or at least tries to. You cling to him so your bodycan stay pressed to his and he has no choice but to lift you too. Hechuckles. You sigh happily as he rubs your back.

“Canyou just carry me to bed?” you ask, trailing your own fingers onhis bare back to mimic his movements. “Or the couch?”

“Howabout the couch so you can rest while I make us dinner?”

Youlaugh.“You’re already thinking about food?”

“Hey,I’m famished.”

“Really?”You raise an eyebrow. “Could’ve sworn we just took care of that.”

Helaughs too and gives you a soft, drawn-out kiss. Minjun’s eyes lingeron your lips before flicking up to yours. “For now. Though I have afeeling that… more carnal appetite may come back shortly, hence theneed for some fuel.”

“Iam definitely up for that. Can we have grilled cheese?”

“Whateveryou want, love.”

Minjunkisses your brow, then the knuckles of your left hand, and stepsaway. Pulling up his jeans, he hands you his shirt and carries you tothe couch. You lounge among the pillows, a very female satisfactionsoaking your bones. Watching the muscles of his back stretch and moveas he moves around the kitchen, you smile. Minjun catches you andwinks, making you giggle.

Inno time at all, two plates with hot grilled cheese and strawberrysalad are on the low table in front of you. You sit up and scootaside so Minjun can sit beside you. Cheekily, he offers you astrawberry from his plate. Rolling your eyes and smiling despiteyourself, you accept it just as before.

“Woman,don’t look at me like that,” Minjun groans, “or this wonderfuldinner I made us is going to go to waste.”

“I’minnocent.” You shrug. You pick up your sandwich and take a bite.“You’re the one with the dirty mind. Brilliant, but dirty. Speakingof that mind of yours, has it come up with your solution yet?”

Hecopies you, chewing carefully. After some thought, he says, “Ithink so.”

“Oh?”

“Holdon.” Minjun takes out his phone and finds the raw track file.Setting it on the table, he closes his eyes, letting the music play.Near the end, he looks at you and croons, “No matter what, You makeme wanna be a better man. Oh, I really wanna make you happy. Youstayed by my side. I will make it so that you’ll never regret meetingsomeone like me.”

Youstare back at him, food forgotten.

“Doyou like that? Do you think it works?” he prompts.

Inanswer, you put down your sandwich, lean forward, and slip a handaround his neck to kiss him thoroughly and deeply. “I could never,ever regret meeting a man like you, love. And you make me happierthan I imagined was possible.”

Smilingsoftly, Minjun strokes a finger down your cheek to your neck andtwines a lock of hair around his finger. “I love you too.”

Youtilt your head for another kiss. Minjun’s lips slant across yours,gathering you close and you feel yourself melting all over again. Hepulls you into his lap, fingers trailing up and down your leg. Yourbreath mingles with slow, open mouthed kisses. If the kisses beforewere intent on devouring, these are reveling in savoring.

Minjunpauses between kisses with a shaky breath. “Bed. We should go tothe bed.”

Younod, moving your lips to love on his ear. “We can clean up later.”

Ashiver runs through him and he scoops you up bridal style. By thetime he crosses the bedroom threshold, you can feel his heartdrumming against his chest. Minjun deposits you on the bed. While youpull back the blankets, he sheds his pants again and watches as youpull his shirt over your head.

“Lookat you.” Minjun smiles, gazing down at you. “Exquisite.Absolutely exquisite.”

Youcan’t help your blush. Your eyes roam across the prominentmusculature of his body, need curling in your core. “I would saythe same about you,” you say shyly.

Evenin the dark, you can see the smolder in his eyes spark to life.Crawling onto the bed, Minjun hovers over you. His arms slide beneathyou to cradle your shoulders as he settles between your legs. Youtrace the lines of his face, his eyes focused on yours. When yourfingertips reach his lips, he holds them to brush a kiss againstthem.

“Ilove you,” he says.

“Ilove you too.”

Minjunkisses your palm, then your wrist. He places your arms around hisneck and dips his mouth to your breasts. You card your fingersthrough his hair as he takes one in his mouth. Your back arches offthe blankets with every delicate scrape of his teeth and swirl of histongue. Quiet, breathy moans pass from your lips. The molten flamestrickle down to where Minjun is growing hard against you until you’resquirming with the need for him to fill you.

Sensingyour desire, he kisses his way back up to your neck. Planting a kissunder your jaw, he lightly bites your chin to bring your face down tohis. As he presses his lips to yours, he pushes into your warmth. Hishead falls to your shoulder. You both still, relishing the act ofbecoming one.

Minjunnudges your cheek and you turn into his kiss. Your lips move lazily,your hips even more so. Hands wander in sensual caresses. Eachpurposeful roll of your hips brings a cascade of moans from both you.At last, the wave of your climax washes over you, a shudder inMinjun’s body and a gasp of your name signaling his own completionsoon after.

Herolls on his side, bringing you with him. “I don’t want to move,”he admits sleepily.

Yousnuggle closer, fumbling to pull the coverlet over you. “Meneither.”

“Whatabout dinner?”

“You’llget up in a few hours to write the rest of the lyrics,” you reply,yawning. “You can do it then. And feed the crusts to the dogs.”

Hechuckles and kisses your nose. “You know me too well.”

“Juststay with me a little bit, please.”

“Ofcourse. Good night, sweetheart.”

“Night.”Giving him a last kiss, you shut your eyes and drift to sleepsurrounded by the arms of the man you love above all else.

[deadcactuswalking]

Every Snoop Dogg & Pharrell Hit Song Reviewed, Part 1 (BLAST TO THE PAST)

Fo-shizzle, dizzle. It’s the big Neptizzle with the Snoopy D-O-double-jizzle! Name a better duo. I bet you millions that you can’t. I’d explain to you who these guys are, but don’t kid yourself, you know who they are, even if you’ve never heard a song by them (which is equally impossible). Both Snoop and Pharrell have transcended the music at this point and are worldwide personalities, starring in television, film and overall just being essential to pop culture. I cannot imagine a world without Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr.

Snoop and Pharrell were very close in the 2000s, specially the early and mid-2000s, when Pharrell’s group, the Neptunes, were massive hitmakers, producing tracks for JAY-Z, Pusha T, Kelis, Beyoncé, Justin Timberlake and more, including, of course, Snoop Dogg. Their funkier R&B-infused pop stylings were perfect for Snoop Dogg’s move from a “gangsta” image to a more soulful “pimp” image, sort of following 50 Cent’s footsteps as he shook the world with his debut album. Snoop’s gone through many phases and has had many companions throughout the decades he’s been active, but Master P, Wiz Khalifa and even Dr. Dre can never stack up to Pharrell and the Neptunes, who provided Snoop with some of his best material ever... which I’m surprised didn’t chart as well as I assumed in the US. I mean, Pharrell was everywhere, but I guess Snoop didn’t catch on as well as I thought excluding a few choice cuts. That’s beside the point. Welcome to BLAST TO THE PAST.

BLAST TO THE PAST: All Snoop Dogg & Pharrell Hits Reviewed

Yep, today, I’m reviewing all of the known and credited Snoop Dogg and Pharrell collaborations to chart on the Hot 100. The criteria is simple: it has to have Snoop Dogg performing with Pharrell or the Neptunes either performing or producing the track – and this had to be clear and credited work. I’m not looking into musical history to find all the tracks Pharrell has ghostwritten for Snoop, or how he provides ad-libs on a Dr. Dre deep cut. These are just the hits from the Dogg and Skateboard P. Before we get into this, however, let’s answer a couple questions you may be wondering.

How many of these songs are there?

To my surprise, there’s only six – and that’s including a feature. Yeah, to my surprise, only six of these tracks ever hit the Hot 100... and that is NOT including songs released by Snoop on Star Trak, the Neptunes’ record label, which he signed to in 2004, and left years later. That would be a bit much to ask, since Snoop is a superstar and he was under this label for a long time; I’d run out of both time and simply things to talk about... although I would have loved to talk about their 2010s collaboration “Peaches N Cream” that sadly never charted.

Why are you doing this?

Well, first of all: I love both of these guys. Snoop Dogg and Pharrell have made a lot of my favourite hip-hop tracks throughout the years, and they’re also icons, so I figured it’d be interesting to look at some of their history together.

Oh, and also because they’re still both charting and making hits in 2018. Yep, in fact, Snoop Dogg’s charting right now – at #63 on the Hot 100 as I write this is comedian Lil Duval’s “Smile  (Living My Best Life)”, featuring Ball Greezy and Snoop Dogg. That’s insane for him, nearly 50 charting songs into his career, and countless other songs, television appearances and three decades of being a worldwide star, he’s still writing hit songs with up-and-coming artists. Same could be said with Pharrell, actually, as he had his own hit song earlier this year, “Lemon” featuring Rihanna, and back in 2013 and 2014, was bigger than he ever was. These guys have some pretty impressive longevity, and I kind of wanted to honour that. So, enough of me rambling. Let’s start with the first ever charting song from the duo...

#1 – “From tha Chuuuch to da Palace” – Snoop Dogg

Hot 100 Peak: #77 | Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs Peak: #23

This is “From tha Chuuuch to da Palace”, released on October 15th, 2002, written by Snoop, Pharrell and... R. Kelly. Well, then.

Produced by the Neptunes and featuring uncredited vocals from Pharrell, this was the lead single to Snoop’s sixth album, Paid tha Cost to be da Bo$$, released in 2002, that I actually own on CD, funnily enough. This album was a step in the right direction from reinventing his image after the No Limit Records era, as he signed to Priority and hooked up with the Neptunes, Just Blaze, Ludacris and more to establish a poppier form of his typical brand of relaxed gangsta rap. The now-platinum-certified album sold 174,000 copies in its first week – and this success was assisted by not only a controversy involving the final track “Pimp Slapp’d” but also the two singles that were released to promote the record. This first hit only peaked at #77, but, trust me – it probably had its fair share of MTV play considering the very well-directed and humorous video that may seem a bit dated now, but back when these types of humorous skits were more of a focal point in music videos, this was cool, alright? What about the song, though? How does that hold up today? Well, I’ll tell you what’s “fo’ shizzle” – this is a banger of a track, although it’s not the best way to introduce yourself to Pharrell’s works with Snoop, because this is more of a Timbaland beat than a Neptunes one. Sure, there are some elements of Neptunes, like Pharrell’s catchy hook, but theheavy synth-work and gang vocals typical of late 2000s Timbaland beats are here to stay for the whole of the song (and, yes, it does get old by the end)... however, all that does is prove how forward-thinking the Neptunes were, especially since this wasn’t exactly the style people digged in 2002, to my knowledge, and it wasn’t exactly an exclusively Timbaland style; Pharrell’s always loved his over-the-top electronics, but it’s kind of an outlier when you compare it to everything else these guys made together. Is that a bad thing? No, not necessarily, Snoop has enough charisma to carry the verses, and I love his comically-strained vocal interpolation of “Contagion” by Ron Isley in the first verse, as well as Pharrell taking the role of Bill Gates in the third, but, man, the synths are overbearing and really get grating by the end of the four minutes. Oh, and that bridge is kind of mind-numbing as well, the back-to-back repetition from Snoop and Pharrell feels like it goes on forever. Sorry, guys, it’s not awful, but this is not the best first impression. Do you know what is, however?

#2 – “Beautiful” – Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell and Uncle Charlie Wilson

Hot 100 Peak: #6 | Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs Peak: #3

Now, what a classic this song is. This was Snoop’s first top 10 hit since 1994, and won the Neptunes a Grammy for Producer of the Year. It’s a relatively long song at nearly five minutes but it delivers enough throughout the whole runtime to make it not feel like a slog, probably because it was written by the Neptunes, who are fantastic songwriters as well as producers. The single was released on January 21st, 2003, accompanying a video set in Brazil with a dope tribal drum interlude... and,yes, the video is still very beneficial to the song’s success, at least in my eyes. It probably helped it reach the top 10, but the main reason I think it adds to the song (other than the drum solo) is that it features Snoop ogling a young woman. I know what you’re thinking, oh, it’s just a typical rap music video, but the clip and even the chorus, which is beautifully sung by Pharrell and absolute legend Charlie Wilson (whose voice is heavenly), is intentionally misleading. It tricks the listener to think it’s just a song about wanting to do it with some girls in a club or picking up a woman he finds attractive, or whatever, but it’s actually a bit less straightforward, because in the liner notes of the album and single, the song is claimed to be “written in response to Snoop’s love for his daughter”. So, yeah, while people like Rap Critic have bashed on some of the lines for seeming somewhat strange in the context of picking up a girl...

Little cutie, looking like a student

Hurry up and finish so we can watch Clueless (oh!)

...but most of this is legitimately sweet interaction from Snoop with his daughter, although it still doesn’t explain this line.

The girl want to do it, I just might do it / Hit her up with some pimp-pimp fluid

If anything, it just makes it seem worse... wait, no, it makes pretty much EVERYTHING worse.

Little cutie, looking like a student / Long hair with your big fat booty

Mommy, don’t worry, I won’t abuse it

We just blow ‘dro and keep the flow moving

Let’s just ignore the liner notes that imply he has an immorally and illegally close relationship with his weed-smoking daughter that he roofied in the first verse... that R. Kelly credit is starting to make sense. Okay, so if it’s just the hook that’s about his daughter, that’s fine, and hell, even if it’s just about Snoop’s lady, it makes some lines even sweeter.

When I see my baby-boo, sh**, I get foolish / Smack a n**** that tries to pursue it

I smack up the world if they’re rude to you

Hit her up with some pimp-pimp fluid

Okay, so, maybe not that last one but my point is that Snoop’s bars are cute for the most part, which fits the smooth, funky and soulful beat, full of energetic ad-libs from Pharrell and an incredibly catchy tropical guitar-riff and some occasional glimmers of a synth melody. Oh, and don’t get me started on that bridge, because, oh, the bridge is a chorus in itself. Charlie, albeit sounding somewhat compressed, harmonises smoothly with Pharrell until a sweet hand-clap section that fades out into an outro, and, oh, I can’t even describe it in words. Listen to this song, it will make your day. There are a lot of songs about beautiful girls – “Beautiful Girls” by Sean Kingston is mediocre and mentions suicide (just beautiful), “Beautiful” by Bazzi and Camila Cabello is dull and dreary, with some awful performance, while this song? It just works. It pulls it off with little to no effort... yet it’s not even the best song here.

#3

Don’t tell me what I’m not, just because I drops it like it’s hot – Positive K, “Ain’t No Crime”

Now—now—now—now—now, after you back it up, then stop / Then – wha—wha—what? – drop—drop it like it’s hot – Lil Wayne, “Back that Azz Up”

Stick their arm in a car window, drop it like it’s hot – DJ Clark Kent, “Cashmere Thoughts”

Pop, and stop, and drop it like it’s hot – DJ Quik, “Sexuality”

“Drop it like it’s hot” is the gangsta-rap “Hakuna Matata”, and I’m not even sure what that means myself, but who cares? By September 2004, we were heading into the crunk boom and the title of Snoop and Pharrell’s next collaboration had even been uttered in Big Momma’s House, but they made it fresh. This is Billboard’s top rap song of the 2000s, the 350th most popular song of all time, and more importantly, one of the best songs of all time.

#3 – “Drop it Like it’s Hot” – Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell

Hot 100 Peak: #1 | Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs Peak: #1

Now THIS is the classic I was excited to talk about, Snoop Dogg’s first of three #1s and Pharrell’s second of five. This two-times platinum-certified track was the lead single from the Dogg’s 2004 effort, R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece, and ushered in a new wave and attitude to hip-hop production (no wonder people comment “2018 and this still pure fire” with a bunch of emojis, because it fits into the current climate of hip-hop so well). Yep, you can thank the trap you’re listening to right now and the crunk you may have grown up with to the Neptunes’ minimalistic beat which implements only the voice, the keyboards and a drum machine, as well as subtle samples from Laid Back’s synthpop hit “White Horse”. Tongue-clicking makes up most of the slick beat here, with some fun falsetto vocals from Pharrell in the intro where he just repeats “Snoop” twice for optimal effect. Oh, and that keyboard line is iconic, with the hook being as catchy as Snoop ever could write. This song constantly gets in my head even when I really don’t want it do, it’s pretty incredible how with so little, they’ve got so many hooks here: the actual hook, the repetitive drum beat, the “Snooooop” vocals, the keyboard melody, and even the verses, which are full of memorable quips and lines, which I think reach maximum-izzle by the end of the second verse.

I can exercise you, this can be your phys. ed / Cheat on your man, ma, that’s how you get a-hizz-ead – Pharrell

So don’t change the dizzle, turn it up a little / I got a living room full of fine dime-brizzles / Waitin’ on the pizzle, the dizzle and the chizzle / G’s to the bizzack – now, ladies, here we gizzo – Snoop Dogg

I have no idea what these words mean but they sound awesome.

Oh, and there’s more attention to detail than you think there would actually be in this simple brag-rap song, apart from the genius production (that makes sure the “Snoop” vocals go from the left channel to the right channel when wearing headphones, and adds sound effects according to the lyrics like the four extra percussion hits before a ding when Pharrell mentions “four seconds” and the record scratch when Snoop mentions a DJ), with the bars being classic Snoop and surprisingly great (and oddly sexual) from Pharrell. Here are some highlights:

I’m a nice dude, with some nice dreams / See these ice cubes? See these Ice Creams? - Pharrell

He’s picking up a girl and saying “look at my jewellery and shoes”, right? Well, yes, but he’s also mentioning a relatively obscure Cheech & Chong film called Nice Dreams in which they pretend to be ice cream vendors. Do you know what the best thing about this line, though? It’s that it follows this part of the hook:

And I roll the best weed, ‘cause I got it goin’ on – Snoop Dogg

In that film, they sell weed instead of ice cream. Doesn’t everything just fit together so perfectly?

That’s whiter than what’s spilling down your throat – Pharrell

Yeah, sure, it’s about his ice supposedly being as white as his semen, but in the video, the background is completely white, so it’s likely that they were thinking about the video before the song was even written, or the video was inspired by this line. If so, that’s such a nice touch. Hell, I would say Pharrell does better than Snoop if not for this line:

Oh, you got a gun, so you wanna pop back? AK-47, now, n****, stop that! – Snoop Dogg

So effortlessly, without even trying to sound intimidating, I’m scared of Snoop, but that’s not even the intention – it’s more of a comedic talk-down to what they would consider a “fake gangsta”, and even that sounds great in the chill, relaxed flow that they both have, staying calm and collected like their wordplay is nothing. I could write a full-length review on this bonafide classic banger of a hip-hop song, and really one of the best out there, proving Pharrell and Snoop to be some of the best to ever do it... oh, and there’s punchlines that only work in text form, which is bloody hilarious.

The big bo$$ Dogg, yeah, I had to do that

And that’s the end to the first part of Every Snoop Dogg and Pharrell Hit Song Reviewed. Hopefully the second part will be coming next week, with REVIEWING THE CHARTS tomorrow. Thank you for reading and see ya!