#also he won from having so many babygirl points. if you care

[celestialrealms]

our yearly "diavolo saves mc from falling" mush

solmare probably: okay, that's enough diavolo for the season

[galacticfire]

‼️and 🔁 hehe

ok fine you get an awesome i_blog_to_lose_followers hot take

‼️ Hot take/unpopular opinion?

Here's another one. I absolutely despise, loathe and hate team lotto jumbo visma lease a bike (men) with every fiber of my being. I have teams I hate for moral reasons (UAE, IPT at the front) and then I have visma. That I've hated for years and years for a variety of reasons even when they had chronic loser-itis back in the 2010s. like if you asked me which team i hate the most my first thought would actually be them :'/

Disclaimer: You might want to stop reading here if you think i'm a cool mootie and you like vlab <3 i love u i just disagree <3

First off, I started watching cycling as a classic sky hater and I just can't go against my ways - I haaaaate the way they race. The sky method but worse. It's their fucking fault we can't even have normal fun breakaways in GTs. Like sorry the 2020 TDF was deeply traumatizing to me because I thought we were finally done with the sky era race lockdowns and here comes yumbo with the most conservative racing you've seen in a lifetime, chasing down every break, every GC guy down 10 minutes and expanding energy for no purpose while not even going on the attack themselves and just playing the Roglic bonus seconds meme game. AND FOR WHAT? Like if they raced properly and not like absolute buffoons Roglic would've won this TDF EASILY because pogi would've had no chance of catching up. Instead they gave us the most boring TDF I've ever seen and still had the audacity to flop - which was absolutely cathartic but didn't help my haterisms around them.

I also hate the way they operate since they're one of those evil teams with excessively deep pockets buying out all the talent the young riders etc etc. Them and UAE share the exact same levels of evilness in my mind for that and I have no clue why UAE seems to get more criticisms for it around here lmao - like sorry what in the fresh hell was the Cian situation. I also hate their staff! Not just Plugge! Many things to say about how many of the Rabobank guys are still there! which leads me to mention i think they're one of the worst teams out here about transforming donkeys into race horses and chihuahuas into mountain goats (i still love u babygirl but you were on thin ice for a while bc wtf was that) but lalalalala im not saying anything else God Bless <3

Obviously I like variety in my race results and I have not exactly been kind to pogi lately because of it and. Same thing here. Seeing them win all three grand tours last year made me want to seriously give up on the sport for the first time ever (and I've been watching since 2012), same with all the other stage race wins and whatever they're picking up along the way.

But what if I cared about their riders? WELL I DON'T. I only like Wout. And that's in spite of him being on the team, and as you might have learned from previous rants it is an uphill battle to still love him through his shitty team decisions. Every single other rider on the team are somewhere between I don't care to I actively dislike (tho I will always like a rider that transfers there a little less so I'm not being fair). Actually I like Campy which. sucks for me i guess. But he's just gonna be their old man jester for one year so wtv. all of the other guys tho? the jonis the seppies the whatever even the roglas and the dumos before? I SERIOUSLY DON'T CARE. and worse for some of them.

Which brings me to my last point. MAYBE I COULD LIKE THEM A LITTLE MORE IF THIS WASN'T FOR THEIR MIND BOGGLINGLY ANNOYING CORPORATE ADVERTISING. I'm so baffled their #samenwinnen shit actually works on people's brains and don't even get me started on the rpf implications here (hate ALL of it). All their PR and advertising revolves into a corporate neocapitalism with a gold bow regurgitated discourse of "we're all a BIG family here ♥" and it's sooooooo yucky wtf? I can't take seriously any content they put out, any interviews riders give while talking about teamwork yaddayadda. And I truly believe in my heart of hearts that their managerial structure is toxic as hell (why would it be different than another company going all in on the WE'RE ALL FAMILY model?) and that one day the Wout van Aert autobiography will give us all their secrets because he's the only one who has been a bit vocal about not liking how things are run here Smile (and then signed a forever contract. you got stockholm syndrome or what my dude). Anyways this makes everyone seem fake as hell and doesn't make me want to like either of them individually.

I'd also like to mention they're (i think. i admit i could be biased on that one.) the biggest offenders of having riders post their fucking kids online for race photos AND I CAN'T STAND THAT. Can people please stop posting their fucking kids all over social media? Can anyone be responsible over there? I wanted to call this a pet peeve of mine but like. Just don't do that for the love of god. I'm putting it here because I think the visma pr loves that shit and encourages it :)

thank u if you made it to there. please dont unfollow me

🔄 What team kit would you like to completely redesign for next season?

alpecin and i'm in 100% agreement over @pinkpogiclub 's observations about how we need to bring their red and white kit back.

also just. bora... and go back to green. like a few years before green a lot of green. im begging you. maybe light green (cannondale 2014 lime green) since this wouldn't be declared unlawful by the uci's new dumb jersey color rule.

[quietbooklion]

Thoughts on: Aoi

When I was first introduced to Aoi, I wasn't really sure I was going to like him. The tsundere types are a hit or miss for me because their behavior can either be fun and cute sometimes or downright annoying. Thankfully, Aoi is the former because when I had played his route years ago, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I did like him. But I kind of forgot most of his storyline and after replaying it, I can confidently say that I think his story, along with Kuya's are the best of the Dawn faction. And Aoi himself is such a compassionate and caring guy.

*This review will contain spoilers, you have been warned.*

I think what really sold me to Aoi was how he reacts to others emotions and how he in turn tries to understand said emotions while also coming to terms with his own internal demons. Aoi's route definitely has a huge emphasis on accepting and overcoming your emotions, now matter how difficult things are.

His personality won me over because of how cute he reacted to any ounce of a compliment coming from Futaba or the others. The dude fits the tsundere trope to the T and he makes it work. I lost count the number of times he blushed throughout his story. He's so babygirl coded.

His story highlights how much he and Futaba have an internal struggle with their emotions all while trying to deal with external factors that make things more challenging for them. Whether it's Futaba coming to terms with Akiyasu's betrayal and Aoi not wanting to get hurt again, it shows how vulnerable they can be. What I liked about this is that while the story is fantasy, their emotions are grounded in reality which makes their struggles all the more real. Aoi has seen the dark sides of many people, believing that no one truly has a pure heart. You as the player can see how he doesn't want to wear his heart on his sleeve even though he truly wants to believe the good in people. And with Futaba, she is slowly spiraling into despair after what happened to her father, it's honestly surprising to see a protagonist go through a bit of a deconstruction arc even if it only lasted for a moment.

But even so, I loved how Aoi not only came to terms with his own emotions and feelings about Futaba, he was able to reach out and be vulnerable in order to save Futaba. He laid his emotions out there in the open and it was satisfying to see how victorious both of them came out in the end.

One thing I do want to point out is that while I think a majority of the routes have very little romance, I think Aoi's route probably has the most since he does love the MC no matter what route she is in. Their love and affection felt more genuine than everyone else and I have to give props to the writing for actually having some romance, even if it was a slow burn type.

I'm so glad I got to experience this story again.

5 out of 5.

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

what are the core ingredients of a Tumblr Sexyman

Now you see THIS is an interesting question because in it lies a cultural shift in hotness that we can observe in real time.

You see, in an earlier era one could easily describe a tumblr sexyman as a character with the following traits:

-White/White Presenting in the fandoms eyes should the character be humanized in fanon only as was the case for characters like Bill Cipher

-Tall and Thin: tumblr girlies love looking different while not being different and therefore the average tumblrite would reject the “hunk” archetype for the slimmer figure, though having no regard for chubby or fat body types.

-Morally Dubious Characterization. Now this could range anywhere from a “fall from grace” in which a true good character finds themselves becoming the villain, to just straight up being a genocidal maniac but they were nice that one time to another conventionally attractive character (likely a protagonist). The point is to have a villain without the baggage of them being true evil.

-Tragic Backstories. From lost friends to corrupting outside forces to abusive daddies to abusive daddies to abusive daddies (there’s a lot of abusive daddies), you want your characters morally questionable choices to be blamable on anybody but themselves.

-Expensive Aesthetic. Suits, waistcoats, vests, even white button-up undershirts all portray someone as having money (regardless of their wealth status), while showing off that slim figure.

-“Charming”. Now what a tumblr girlie would call charming was often as dubious as the characters moral standings and it tended to come in two flavors: Coy and smarmy, which has a man who feels on top of the world, always has a quick retort, and can often be seen making half-lidded eyes at the protagonist with a sly grin on their face. They have not a care because they’ve already won. Conversely, they could be “Awkward”. Dorky and soft, tripping over sentences and their own feet, but they’re just sooooo cute about it. These tend to be the types to have meltdowns where they could be seen breaking things in a room and shouting while tears roll down their face because they’re “so emotionally available”.

AND THEN SUDDENLY SANS

Sans became something of a base-breaker as Sans broke many of these conventions. He dresses down, his body type-while being literal bones-is still fat presenting, his only “moral pitfall” doesn’t actually exist as he only attacks if you prove yourself to be actively genocidal, and he’s a short king. By all means, Papyrus SHOULD’VE been the TSM, if not Mettaton (who was near made for the role). And yet, Sans. Why?

Well, a shift was coming. Body positivity was on the rise and genuinely likeable characters were in shorter supply than ever before because too many pieces of fandom media were pandering to the TSM tastes, and if there’s one thing a counter culture fella loves it’s jumping to the next counter cultural movement when counter culture becomes the culture.

This means that Sans actually heralds in a new era, as different sizes, demeanors, and aesthetics started to break the base (see also: Alex Brightman’s Beetlejuice). However, there are some principles that still remain

-Coy charms and awkward charms alike are still pervasive in the TSM arsenal and a tragic backstory still has hooks in the audience, even if nowadays it may not necessarily apply to a morally dubious sort. Also they’re still like, all white. Because fandoms at large have a racism problem.

As one might note the TSM isn’t often an applied term these days, and that’s because as the TSM scope broadened new terms were being used to describe subsets before the umbrella term was dropped all together. Girlypop, babygirl, himbo, blorbo, glup shitto, etc. are all in their own way just a branch off the gnarled root of the TSM.

[littlefreya]

Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to  Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us. 

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care. 

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role. 

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight. 

Bring it on. 

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention. 

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his. 

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won. 

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night. 

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal. 

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.  

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.” 

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?” 

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal. 

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?” 

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up. 

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet. 

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel. 

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.” 

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress. 

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually. 

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another. 

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants. 

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him. 

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.  

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.  

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.  

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job. 

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger. 

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine.  We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps. 

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other. 

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck. 

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

[dreamingofmilk]

Sugar Babe Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Erik prepare for your upcoming trip.

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

Chapter 1

Erik smiled brightly as soon as the words left your lips. A small groan slipped out from between them, so fleeting you almost didn’t catch it.

“Never thought it would turn me on to hear that.” He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall. 

You balked immediately, “What are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-” Erik cut you off. 

“Yeah we will get them in a sec. First we have to get you an engagement ring and two wedding bands for us to wear during the trip.” Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size. 

“Uhhhh bet you like that one.” Erik pointed at the one ring that you had your eye on. It freaked you out that Eric always knew exactly what you wanted. Were you that predictable, or was he just that good?

“Very good choices sir, I can have everything prepared for you by tomorrow.”

Erik shook his head, his body instinctively straightening. You knew that stance very well. This was the Erik that appeared during board meetings and negotiations. He was direct, but incredibly intimidating. Anytime this side of Erik showed up he always got what he wanted. 

Erik waved his hand at the clerk, “I need these done within the next 6 hours. Make any additional charges necessary. Money is no object.” 

The clerk cleared his throat, “Sir, you must know how busy we can be, we have other orders with higher priority at the moment. I cannot keep that timeline.”

Erik walked closer to the clerk, leaning over the counter slightly. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the exact look he was giving the man behind the counter. Eyes scanning, looking for every weak spot they could find, anything they could exploit or bend to his will. Mouth smirking, like he already knew he won, but was enjoying the game. 

You hated to admit it, but this Erik was your favorite. There was something so sexy about a man who could always get what he wanted. Erik was an incredibly smart man, but a lot of people underestimated his intelligence just the same. The man was a certified genius, both in his field, and with reading people as well. There’s never been a negotiation that didn’t go in his favor. He always knew what to say or do to get the outcome he wanted. And his ability to read people and their deepest desires helped tremendously. 

“Consider this order your highest priority. Make any charges necessary. I will be back here in 6 hours and if the rings are not complete I will take my business to someone who can satisfy my time requirements.”

And there was the voice. Sharp, yet smooth. Light enough that anyone around him wouldn’t think anything of it, but the clerk definitely knew this was a threat, one that was anything but empty. You knew Erik well enough to know that he would switch stores just to prove a point. And you also knew there was no way the clerk was going to turn down an order with that many zeros in it.

The clerk lowered his head slightly, his defeat clear as day. Erik raised his chin, the smirk only widening as he reveled in his victory. 

“My apologies, sir. I will ensure your order is ready within the allotted time. We always appreciate your business.”

Erik nodded, “Thank you.” And sauntered out of the store without another word. You gave the clerk an apologetic glance as you followed him out.

Once you passed the threshold, you grabbed Erik’s wrist. “Was that really necessary? I could have just picked up the rings tomorrow.”

Erik grabbed your shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. “Y/N, what do you think that man was telling me when he said we’d have to wait until tomorrow?”

You hesitated, but eventually spoke your mind. “That we would have to wait our turn like everyone else.”

He tsked, brushing your hair away from your face. “That’s not quite right. You have to read between the lines. Do you think he would have said the same thing if a celebrity or politician made the exact same order at the exact same time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, but that’s different. They’re important.”

“And are we not important?” Erik raised an eyebrow, his eyes trapping yours. “Are you not important?” The sunlight hit them perfectly, and they looked like pools of molten chocolate, rich and smooth. Erik blinked slowly and the spell over you dissipated. 

“That’s what they want you to think. That you are not as important as those people, but why not? I’m just as rich, if not more, and just as famous. But because I don’t play ball or rap he was underestimating me, and all I did was call his bluff. I can’t stand being underestimated.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried. “Everything isn’t a board meeting Erik.”

Erik laughed, stroking your cheek once more before straightening. “Life is one big board meeting sweetheart. Especially as a black man.” He held his hand out for you. “Now let’s finish up here.”

The two of you made your way to the suit store where Erik picked up his suits. He eyed you as you waited for the suits to come out. 

“What?” You asked him. Erik smiled. 

“I know you wanted to spend the next two days helping me prepare for the trip, but now I need you to prepare for the trip as well.” 

“What do I need to prepare for? I just have to pack a bag. And I’m good.” You respond. 

“Well that would be true if you were traveling as my assistant but you’re not. You’re joining me as my wife. And my wife needs to do a good bit of things before we leave for the trip.” Erik said as he stepped closer to you. 

“Like what?” You asked incredulously. 

“I really don’t want to argue with you, I just need it done.” His voice was deep as he warned you. 

You rolled your eyes before shrugging. 

“Fine I won’t argue. What do I need to do before this trip?”

Erik grabbed your chin lightly, raising your eyes to meet his. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke. “Good girl, was that so hard? Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll give you a reason to roll them to the back of your head.”

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but once it did, your cheeks burned and you looked down at the floor, anywhere to not see the smug smirk he was giving you. Erik has always been a bit flirty, but this was a different level altogether. Your entire body clenched and released from his words alone.  

Erik paid no mind to your reaction. “I need you to go get your nails done. Fingers and toes. Make it a spa day, facial, hair, whatever else you want. Just something so you don’t look so damn stressed like you always do.” You start to interrupt him, but the look on his face tells you he’s not finished yet. 

“After we pick up the suits we can go get new luggage, you can’t keep using the same beat up duffle bag for business trips like this. Then we have to go get you some new clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?!” You shriek, Erik escorts you out of the store and towards the store he wants to buy the luggage from. 

“Nothing babygirl. You look great every day you come to work as my assistant, but for the last time you will be my wife. So you must dress like my wife.”

“And how does your wife dress Erik?” You roll your neck giving him the most attitude you could conjure. Erik smiled slowly backing you into a corner of the mall. His arms blocking you in as his lips brushed against your ear.

“You’re going to learn to cut the attitude baby girl. I’m not with it.” 

You smiled innocently at him. 

“And you’ve already learned that that’s not going to happen.” You pat his cheek gently and start to walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, his eyes running over your form. 

“Alright you wanna be boss baby, I’ll play along for a while. That’s okay but these things are non negotiable for people to truly believe that you are my wife. It’s just a few new clothes.” Erik said. 

“Yeah! And a spa day that I can’t afford!” You shout. 

Erik chuckled and pulled out his wallet showing you the copious amounts of cash he had. 

“We're going to the luggage spot together, I’mma pay for that. You already have my Amex card for the spa day and we are about to get you some new clothes. Stop acting like I don’t take care of mines.” Erik scoffed and walked ahead of you rounding the corner for the luggage store. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him, this day was not shaping up at all how you imagined it to be. 

————

The next two days were a whirlwind. And it just could not and would not slow down. You were definitely freaking out because leaving your job to Gina was not your first pick and you let Erik know that. 

He simply smiled and flicked your nose, cutely I might add, and told you not to worry. 

Now the big bad wolf was on the phone with investors and he had to be his usual business self hours before your flight. Seeing business Erik pacing in your living room littered with clothes and suitcases, just stressed you out further. He looked like he didn’t belong, as if he was some model fresh out of one of your discarded magazines. 

But the anger he spoke on the phone with sent you spiraling. You loved hearing Erik speak to investors, they always held such contempt for you on the phone but cowered in fear when Erik got wind of how they spoke to you. 

You were supposed to be packing and he was supposed to be telling you what to pack from the loads of new clothes he bought you. But how could you focus with this Adonis standing in front of you. An Adonis that you are supposed to pretend to be married to. 

You worried constantly the last two days that no one with two semi working eyes would believe that he would marry you. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Erik smirked at you as he hung up his phone. He licked his lips as he checked you out. 

“No reason. Okay big reason. There is no way anyone is going to believe that we are married. I mean neither of us even knows what a married couple acts like.”

Erik cocked his head as he stared at you. 

“Okay so turn on YouTube so we can learn to be a married couple. The fuck you talking about?” Erik kisses his teeth and walks to your half empty suitcase. He continued placing your newly bought folded clothes into the new Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought you. 

“I’m just saying look at you! Erik, you look amazing and put together no matter what happens. You handle everything so quickly and effectively. You’re so smart and capable of running this company. Who in their right mind would look at you and then see me and believe that we are together and have been married for the past three years? I’ll tell you. No one.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you ramble off. 

“Honestly this right here is why I never approached you. I knew you well enough that you would pull some shit like this. That you would self sabotage because of some bullshit that society tells you.” Erik continued packing up another suitcase. 

“I chose you because I trust you more than anyone else with company rules and policies. You’ve been in charge of so many projects because I know you have the leadership and management skills to get them done. I chose you to be my wife because your the smartest person I know and you look DAMN good in them fucking pencil skirts you wear. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who should or should not be my wife.” He slammed your second suitcase shut and moved on to your carry on bag.

“I can pack my own carry on.” You stood up slowly and approached him with your carry on items to put in the bag. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that others aren’t like you.”

“Yeah and they aren’t the CEO. I am.” He grabbed your hand as you finished packing your carry on. “The only thing that will alert people into knowing that we aren’t actually together is if you believe that we can’t.” He pulled you close to him, his heat and scent intoxicating. “Do I need to convince you that we can be together? That I want you?”

Yes. 

Your knees buckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek then below your ear. 

“No.” You place your hand on his chest and backed up.

Erik ran his gaze over you and bit his lip. He reached out to pull your body flush against his. His hands roamed your body freely, relishing in how you felt against him.

“You’re a terrible liar Y/N.” And with that he leaned down to run his tongue along the sweet spot on your neck. Then started sucking on your pulse point. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t hide your moan if you tried, the man’s mouth was gifted. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered. Just as your knees were about to give out he pulled away and looked into your eyes, his hands sliding down your back to grab your ass.

“Y/N, you really have no idea how much I want you. If you were actually mine… the things I’d do to that fine ass body.” He shook his head, and you felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, low and deep.  “You’re not ready for that conversation. Your scary ass couldn’t handle it.”

You bristled at the jab instinctively, your smart mouth couldn’t be contained. “I can handle anything Erik, you couldn’t handle me.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer. “Is that right?”

“Damn right it is.” You crossed your arms, bringing your face in as close to his as you could.

He rubbed his beard, then smirked. “I already told you I wasn’t going to put up with your attitude sweetheart. You’ve been talking out the side of your neck all day today. It’s time I put that ass in check. Let you get a taste of what you’re dealing with since you think I’m playing games with you.”

In the blink of an eye Erik turned you around and pushed you against the wall, your hands trapped in one of his above your head. He pushed into your body from behind, his hips lined up perfectly with yours. You could feel the hard bulge against your cheeks. Erik grabbed your hip with his free hand and gripped just hard enough to make you gasp. His lips moved to your ear and he whispered some of the dirtiest stuff you’ve ever heard.

“Think I can’t handle you huh? Baby girl you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about handling your thick ass. My mouth salivates at the thought of putting you in check. If you weren’t so damn scary I’d be balls deep in you right now. I’d pick your little bratty ass up and sit you on my dick until you fix your attitude. Keep playing with me and you’re gonna get yourself into some shit you aren’t ready for. I really don’t mind showing my wife that I need her.” He groaned as you shivered against him, your body responding to his words. 

“Stop Erik. I need to get some sleep before the flight. Thank you for packing my bags for me, but I have a lot of stuff to get done and you’re distracting me.” You hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or how your body kept pushing back into him.

He pulled away, taking the heat of his body with him. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. Just make sure you come as the wife I know you can be. My partner.” He winks at you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let it be known though if you were mine…. I’d tear that ass up every night of this trip. I’ll see you tomorrow” He backed away from you while shaking his head. He opened your apartment door and walked out while shouting. “My wife fine as fuck!”

Well fuck, what could you possibly say to that?

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To The Sound Of... Ooh-Laa

Summary- 3.8k Curtis Everett x You. You find a surprise in one of the cars but is having difficult getting it to unlock. Yona insists you take it to Curtis, that he will be able to unlock its secrets. 

Warnings- Sex. Probably some swears since its me. Bodily fluids on skin. 

A/N- @babiiface95​ shared John Legends Ooh Laa, which I suggest giving a listen, its a beautiful song. Also, Im just forever soft for Curtis Everett, so paired with this song, it just made me incredibly happy. Also, this is probably a hot mess, as Im tired (as always) So any mistakes or like wtf moments, are entirely my error. 

You were helping out with going through the front end cars that were currently not being used, looking for usable clothing and other goods the group might be able to use. Yona was in this one with you, folding clothes as you piled them up, trying to sort them when she shook out a pair of pants, and something went clattering to the floor. You hum out as you look over a shirt, trying to decide if it was worth saving. “What was that?” 

Yona sets aside the pants and picks up the rectangle device, rolling it in her hands and tapping the screen, trying to hit the few buttons on it. “I really don't know, not like anything I've seen before.” 

Curious now as to what she might have found, you toss the shirt into the discard pile and reach for it, your eyes widening as you happened to recognize it. “Why, its a phone. I can't believe this is even on here.” 

“A phone?” Yona questions as you sit next to her, and hit the button that should turn it on. “That doesn't look like a phone.” 

You smile and nod. “Before Snowpiercer, everyone had these. My parents used theirs for everything. I used to play games on my moms, listen to music, and take pictures. In fact I was going to be getting one that year for my 13th birthday, but then everything happened.” 

The phone chimed its start up, and you really had no expectations to get into it and of course the lock screen pulled up. You tried swiping your finger across the dots a few different ways, but it wouldn't unlock. “Oh well, I’m afraid it's got a lock on it so not just anyone can get into it.” Yona gave a shrug, and went back to folding pants. 

“Take it to Curtis, I bet he can get it to open.” 

You slip the phone into your pocket, and give a chuckle. “What makes you think that?” You question while grabbing the pile of neatly folded clothes and hugging them close to your chest to keep them from slipping. 

“Intuition.” Yona grins with a wink while grabbing her own pile, and going to follow you out of the room. 

“If you say so, your intuition isn't often wrong.” You two laugh together while returning to the main area, and together you two store the clothing away in a car converted for supplies. Passing through the kitchen. 

“Tara, that smells so good.” You pause to inhale and stir the pot while she kneaded some flour, giving you a chuckle. 

“Why thank you child.” she winked as she passed a heel of bread to you, which you tore in half to share with Yona. “Dip that in there and give a taste.” 

You dip the bread in, letting it soak up some of the broth and take a taste, whimpering as you chewed. Yona matched you and her eyes rolled back. You two were going in for a second dunk when Edgar and Curtis started passing through. 

Curtis paused just behind you, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you back into his chest, while you were savoring another bite. “Caught ya.” he whispered against your ear, pressing his lips to that spot just behind your ear. “This is worth getting caught for.” You grinned as you lifted your hand over your shoulder to offer him your last bite, which he took, and he nodded in agreement. ‘

“Tara that's amazing.” Curtis praised, and Edgar started looking for another crust of bread, which earned him a smack from Tara on the hand. 

“It is, I spent many days getting this broth made. And don’t be taking what's not yours.” She scolded Edgar, and Yona sidled up to him, offering her last bite. 

“I don't mind sharing.” She smiled as Edgar popped the bite and his arm went over her shoulder. 

“Now all you get outta my kitchen.” she tried waving them away, and the four of them went to leave her to do what she was doing. 

Edgar and Yona went up ahead, talking and flirting a bit with one another while you and Curtis hung back. He too had moved his arm over your shoulder, and kept you tucked in close to his side. 

“How did it go this afternoon with Yona?” Curtis asked, and you tucked yourself in closer, your hand sliding up the back of his shirt and rubbing large wide circles against his lower back, scratching lightly in that way you knew he liked. 

“It was good, we found a lot of stuff in those sleeper cars closer to the front end. Still so much to go through though. The accommodations are just about the same though, I don’t see a point in shifting everyone ahead to resettle when those sleeper cars are simply the same size.” You pointed out, and Curtis nodded. 

“I figured as much. When we were traveling through, they just looked all the same. Took us a fucking day to get through them.” he started to slow down. “Did you wanna check on the kids tonight before we go to our room?” 

It was always a thrill to hear him say ‘our room’. After ages in a barely big enough bunk for one person to a whole room, and you two didn't have to share with anyone. You were tempted to tell him to lets just go to our room since you wanted to surprise him with the phone. But your heart won out. 

“Lets go visit the kids, take care of our brood.” You wiggled your brows, and Curtis snorted at you. 

“They are like our kids.” he teased, and he poked his head in a large area the group slept in for now. Curtis and others had taken the time dragging mattresses, Yona had found a linen cart, and together had made each bed for the kids till it was a cozy space. Right now some were playing with toys, others working on reading. “Y’all still awake?” 

A chime of yes’s resounded, but no kid was looking to get up and greet them. They were all comfy, and enjoying their own space. Going into the room, Curtis unwound his arm from over your shoulder, and flopped down on Timmy's mattress, looking to see what he was doing. “Listen, you know i'm a master coloring book champ, right?” The boy looked doubtful, and Curtis grabbed a crayon, and set to coloring on the opposite page. “Gonna prove it to you.”  

“Oh its on Curtis!” Timmy set right back to coloring seriously, and Curtis shifted to stretch out next to the boy. 

“On like Donkey Kong Kid.” 

You just shook your head amused and went from bed to bed, spending a few minutes with each child till you swung back around to Timothy. Standing over the two, you tilted your head to look at each picture. Timothy moved to sit, and Curtis finally put down his crayon and moved to sit up as well. 

“After seeing each one… it's obvious who won here.” You teased as if you were really inspecting both pictures.

Timmy looked a bit nervous, bouncing on his knees. “Come on Y/N, you know it's mine. Curtis ain't cool enough. And I stayed in the lines. Look at his coloring, he was sloppy.” 

“Yo little man, you throwing me under the bus?” Curtis acted insulted and you shrugged. 

“Timmy dude, yours was the best.” You winked at him, and left him cheering and Curtis groaning as if he was actually upset. 

“Next time, I'm going to take you out.” Curtis' mock threatened and Timmy gathered his coloring book and crayons, putting them away with the utmost care. Holding up his hand, he motioned towards his palm with a tilt of the head. “What's the rules?” 

“Always high five and say good game.” Timmy stated while slapping at Curtis’s palm and you held out your hand, which Curtis weaved his fingers with yours and you helped him to get up off the mattress. “Alright buddy, sleep tight.” 

“Night kids” you called as you two slipped out of the room, easing the door to a shut. 

You were getting giddy the closer you got to your room, twisting on your toes to face Curtis while walking backwards. “I got a surprise for you.” you wiggled your brows at him. 

“Oh really Babygirl?” he stalked towards you, backing you up against a steel door, and caging you in close, his fingers dragged along your jawline, and he grasped your chin to peck a kiss on your lips. “What would it be?” 

You hummed from behind closed lips, giving a slight roll of your eyes and a shrug. “I cant tell you Curtis, its a surprise.” your hand felt along the door, and you flipped the handle to open the door and back into the room while leaving him there with a curious look on his face. “But I really wanna give it to you cause Yona said you could unlock it.” Shrugging off your jacket, and letting it rest over the back of the single chair in the room, you also started to work off your boots while Curtis finally followed you inside, closing the door and flipping on a lamp near the bed to bathe the room in a soft glow. 

“I can unlock it?” Curious now, he pulled off his coat and toed his boots off to set both pairs of shoes aside to keep them out of the way. “Then you better let me see what it is.” 

You motioned him to sit down, and when he did, you crawled onto the bed too, and leaned against his back, while putting a hand over his eyes. “Okay hold out your hand, and no peeking.” Curtis gave a chuckle at your antics, but did as you asked, and in his open palm, you slipped the phone into it. “Any idea of what it is?” 

“No clue, it's too small to be a translator box.” He shrugged, and you pulled away your hand, letting it rest to his shoulder, and his head tipped to look at it. “It’s… it's a phone.” Curtis said in surprise, rolling the device in his hands like it was an old memory he had long forgotten about.

“Yup” you couldn't help but grin while pressing your lips against his shoulder before sliding around to sit next to him, he started it back up. 

“Yona said I could get it unlocked?” Curtis pondered, his brows coming together in concentration as he started to swipe his fingers to try to figure out the pattern to release its secrets. 

You shrugged while watching him try different zig zags and getting denied. “She seemed to think it was so Handsome. I didn't dare try too much out of permanently locking it.” 

Curtis tried several more times, now biting his lip as he narrowed down usual patterns people would use, and when he went across like a tic tac toe move, it dinged in a reward, opening to a new screen. The background is a typical wallpaper and several apps loaded all before the freeze. 

“Damn, this thing is loaded.” Curtis stated as he swiped through and he paused to see the app for music. Hovering a second, he clicked it, almost not daring to get his hopes up. Music had to be one of the things they missed most. But rows and rows of music came up, more than he could have hoped for. It was a mix of everything, and Curtis clicked on one randomly, the room filled with piano key notes, and a melodic upbeat voice

Ooh la, ooh la Listen (Shoo-wop, shoo-wop)

Curtis turned up the volume and set the phone down to stand up. You looked up at him curious to see his hand stretch out to take yours and draw you up off the bed, which you eased up to have him resting his hands against your hips. Your own hands slid up over his sweater covered chest and around his neck, grinning softly as you looked up at him. “Well look at you spoiling me.” you teased, and you could have sworn his neck and cheeks flushed a soft pink. 

“Dancing with my girl is always a craving Babygirl.” He stated as you two swayed for a moment before he pulled you in closer, pressing your chest into his and your head rested against his shoulder. His hands rubbed at your hips till they came to rest in against your lower back.

“Come and get me wasted This is dedicated to that ooh la (Shoo-wop, shoo-wop) Run it to me real quick 

Curtis chanted just softly against your ear, following the song subtly, and you started to fall into the rhythm of his movements, swaying back and forth, and pressing in against him with the shoo-wop sound.

“I be going stupid for that ooh la Don't make me wait I've been thinkin' about it all day You know what I want

The second, the minute I'm home.” The phone kept playing while your fingers dug slightly into the back of his neck with a light gasp as Curtis' hands found the curve of your ass with his palms, cupping them and arching you into him while backing you up towards the solid of the door. Your head lifted off his shoulder to look at him, and his pupils were blown till just a sliver of blue was circled around black orbs. Your eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips, and a curl of your fingers against the back of your neck brought his mouth to yours, a swipe of your tongue was allowed entrance to tangle in a dance all their own. With soft groans and moans mingling with the music in the background.

It's ooh la That's the only music that I wanna hear Its ooh la Get a little louder, scream it in my ear, yeah Spin it 'round, let it bounce some Up and down, think we found somethin' Smack it, flip it, rub it down To the sound of ooh la Ooh la, ooh la…

Dragging your tongue over his and letting your teeth sink into his bottom lip to suck before pulling away with a gentle drag of teeth, Curtis let his hands fall from cupping your ass through your pants to sliding under the bend and slide calloused hands to grab the soft globes again, your hips moving back and forth to shimmy your layers down till you could step out of them, using your hold on his neck for balance to keep from tipping over while more urgent kisses were shared, his hands roaming over supple amount of skin and grabs to your waist to hold you in place while he wreaked havoc on your senses with a plunge of tongue, and grind of his hips caging yours against his once more. Your feet kicked at your pants to keep from getting tangled. Your hands meanwhile dropped to his pants, working the button to loosen and zipper down so you could drag his cock out to stroke him, twisting your wrist as your hands slid up and down his semi hard cock, making him groan against your lips and a hiss when you felt precum coat him, thicker and hard in your palm. “Curtis, I want you.” you finally gave in. 

Strong hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you along the door till you could wrap your limbs around his hips, and lock your angles together, and allowed Curtis to ease your hands above your head to wrap his fingers easily around both wrists keeping you pinned there. “Ooh la…. “ echoing in the background when warm breath slid along the shell of your ear. “Does my Babygirl want to be filled?” you gave a needy nod while grinding yourself against him, his heavy erection pressing against your stomach as he held you pinned into the door. Another “Oh laaa…” melody feeding your desires and you breathed out slowly with the biggest “please Curtis” and your fingers curling to grasp into the top of his hand. “Make you feel good Baby” he groaned while fisted a hand around himself and sliding it through your folds to leave you grinding your hips for the friction until you could feel him pressing against you, and you tipped your head back, for him to see your thick swallow muffling a moan till you mimicked the lyrics of the song. “Yeah…” 

Yeah (Up and down, think we found somethin') ooh (Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) ooh la (Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) (Up and down, think we found somethin') (Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) yeah

Fingers dug into your hips, biting into your flesh while Curtis inched himself into you, clenching around him and fluttering while opening for him. Your legs tightened around him as he ground himself into you, making you clench around him, and arching your back with a “Curtis, fuck.” A snap of his hips smothered you back into the wall. “Fit me so perfect still Babygirl.” Of course you did, you were made for him, your thoughts echoed as he thrusted into you again, moving faster then the song, and you offered yourself to him. Curtis’s lips found your pulse and trailed to your collarbone. “Always so pretty giving yourself to me.” he praised between claiming you as his own. 

(Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) bounce (Up and down, think we found somethin') yeah

“Yeah” you tipped your head back, gasping and tugging your hands a moment when his kisses chained down to your breasts, wet kisses turning into a lap of the tongue and grasping teeth sucking you till you whined for him, thrust your breasts forward for him. Releasing your hip, he dragged his hand over the other one, warm palms and grasping fingertips plumping your sensitive soft breast till his mouth went to claim that one as his own to, angling his hips to go from hard thrusts too dragging ones, making you feel every inch of his desire for you. “Squeeze me any tighter and I'm going to come.” Curtis groaned with another surge, another step to unraveling you for him. 

(Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) ooh la (Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) la-la-la-la-la (Up and down, think we found somethin') (Smack it, flip it, rub it down)

Your brows furrowed trying to hold yourself back, wanting to make this feeling last. Your eyes closed and head tipped back against the door while your senses swarmed from feeling him so deep, all around you. Your body easily glides up and down his cock from how wet he made you, even as you fluttered around him, so on the edge of giving in, you had to tell him so he was ready. Snapping coils spread warmth through your belly as your legs shook grasping around his hips. “Curtis” 

(To the sound of) ooh la

“I know Babygirl. I feel you.” he cut you off, gritting his teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours, his own eyes squeezed shut as he sped himself. Making your heart race, and not enough air could be dragged into your lungs.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh la Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh la

It was the rhythm to your undoing, how your bodies crashed into desperation for one another. Curtis’s fingers flexed around your pinned wrists, and a gruff voice called you back. “Look at me Babygirl.” Your eyes springing open, lost in his demands, you tumbled into those blue slivered black orbs, stiffening and loosing yourself. Curtis kept moving in the rhythm to the music playing, his head tilted back enough to watch you come for him, the twist of your face, at first almost a painful look slacking into bliss, your teeth dragging against your bottom lip before your jaw dropped. He dropped his hand caging your wrists to grasp your hips as he pushed you through your orgasm, your body tensing and releasing as you flooded him, and he knew he wouldn't be far behind. 

Your arms fell to around his neck as you braced into his chest, his grunts pressed into your shoulder, a whine of his own sharply cutting though your bliss. “Loosen those thighs baby.”

When you do, feet falling to the floor he pulled from you. Caging you in with an arm around your waist as your legs shook, his chest pressing against yours to keep you from sliding from his hold. Heat enveloped you from him, and you hid your face against his shoulder as his breathing grew rapid above you and his hand slipped between you to grasp his cock, jerking himself till he went over the edge. Cum covering his fisted hand, and running down the outside of your thighs, you felt him shudder around you.

Ooh la

Ooh la indeed. You pressed in closer and hung on around his neck till Curtis shifted the two of you, his arm sweeping under the back of your knees to lift you and take a few steps to the bed. Between the day, and the bliss, you nodded off hearing him chuckle softly while his hand swept your hair back from your face. “Go to sleep.” Warm feeling him next to you and completely blissed, he waited till you drifted off, then went to get a cloth to wipe himself off you.

It was later when you felt your eyelids start to pry open and a heavy arm slung over your waist with a protective hand pressing against your stomach. You rub at your sleepy eyes, trying to focus in the dark. Your stomach fluttered under his flexing hand, and an ache settled lower, missing feeling him already. A solid mass pressed against your back and you rolled enough to see Curtis slitting his eyes open, having felt you move. “Babygirl, are you okay?” 

You slid a hand up his chest and pressed against his shoulder till he moved to his back, letting his hand slide from the hold he had on you. Curtis was still half asleep and confused as you shifted up to your knees, and moved to straddle him, leaning over him. “Ooh la.” you smiled in the dark while moving your hands into his, weaving your fingers with his own. Understanding shifted his eyes from worried to warm and hungry. 

“Ooh la indeed.” Curtis muttered back and you grasped his sides with your knees as you leaned down to press your lips to his. Loosening your hand from his, you moved your hand over to the table next to the bed, and grasping the phone. Lifting your head away from Curtis with a soft whimper, you turn your focus to study the phone and getting it unlocked. Once you hit play once more and let it clatter to the table so you could fall back into him, the room once more filling with melodic tones among the sound of you two gasping against each other. 

Come and get me wasted This is dedicated to that ooh la...

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A Fighting Chance

Note: This is part of an ongoing story that can be read on AO3 here. Reading previous installments is reccomended for context purposes but is not required. Posted here for Whumptober 2021 @whumptober-archive

Day 6: Bruises

-------- The next day, Lori was tasked with helping Abilene around the house. Despite the size of the house and how many people trekked through it on any given day, very little of the work centered around cleaning. No, today, Lori was going to be testing her patience with cooking and food prep.

Lori knew how to cook. In theory. She knew how to use an oven (electric, gas, and the occasional wood-burner). She knew how to heat up something in a pan or a pot. She could even make a few things from scratch, assuming she had the ingredients handy, mostly eggs and pasta.

Food prepping for a ranch was a much different story.

There was no experimenting to see if the temperature dial was accurate. There was no obsessively checking the clock in lieu of a timer. There was no double-checking the instructions written on the box. 

Nope. Abby’s kitchen was run with fresh ingredients that were either being prepped for a later meal or being used in a current one. Abby had (semi-correctly) assumed Lori didn’t have much experience with cooking like this and just put her in charge of cutting vegetables or stirring sauces. Technically she was also a Taste Tester but that seemed more like an honorary title than a useful role.

She was chopping some apples under Abby’s not-so-subtle watch when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” she said, leaving Lori to her chopping. A few moments later, she heard giggling and the sound of loud footsteps coming near the kitchn. “Oh, Cordi’ll be so happy to see you! It’s been ages… Oh, Lori! Hoyt, this is Lori. She’s one of Stella’s friends from school; her dad’s out of town so she’s staying with us for a while.”

Lori smiled softly and waved. “Hi….”

“Howdy.”

Abby snorted and gently pet Lori’s back. “I’m gonna go check on Bonham and Liam. Will you two be alright alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.”

She turned back to her chopping. Hoyt came around the counter and grabbed a few pears to chop with her.

“So,” he started. “What happened?”

“Pardon?”

Hoyt chuckled. “You’re at home for the day on a school day, you’re working in the kitchen instead of being sick in bed, and I noticed that bandage. Something happened.”

Well. That was her caught. Lori shrugged, clearing away some apple chunks to make room for the next one. “I got into a fight. Some girl was being a bitch to Stella and August so I broke her nose.” There was no point in lying; it’d probably just come out later anyway.

“I can respect that,” Hoyt said. “Sounds like the kind of stuff I used to get into back in those days.”

Lori nodded, focusing on her chopping.

“You’re a good friend. Stella’s lucky she found you.”

She liked the way he said that, like she wasn’t some lucky charity case that got picked up out of pity. That didn’t make it any (potentially) less true, but still. Lori wondered if he had his own experience in a situation like that.

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Lunch was miraculously uneventful. Hoyt didn't even ask her about why Liam was being careful around her, course he was likely too busy telling wild stories about whatever mess he’d gotten involved in while he was away. She was just glad not to be the topic of conversation at a meal for once.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket while she was putting away the last of the dishes. Checking to make sure no one was paying attention to her, Lori ducked into the next room and pulled out her phone. The text was from an unknown number, but she knew who it was. Only one person would text her out of the blue like this without an introduction.

[Text from: Unknown]: Hey boo. You still in Austin? There’s a tourney starting next week and I’d love to put your name in the ring. Withdrew your entry fee from my bank account today xo

[Text to: Unknown]: Hey. Yeah, I am. I’m not sure if I can compete though; I’m under a little surveillance atm

[Text from: Unknown]: When has that ever stopped you before lol xo

[Text to: Unknown]: It’s different

[Text from: Unknown]: Come onnnnnnn

[Text from: Unknown]: It’s a massive payout. Big city, big names, big tournament. It’s all monsters right now though. They’ll flip if they get a hunter in. Massive bucks sweetie 

[Text to: Unknown]: There’s always a massive payout

[Text from: Unknown]: Not like this. We’re talking almost 5 digits if you make it to the top

Okay, that was impressive. It would definitely come in handy when she met up with Dad again. They would definitely need the cash even if she didn’t have to pay bail this time.

[Text to: Unknown]: You know me so well

[Text from: Unknown]: Is that a yes?

[Text to: Unknown]: Duh

[Text to: Unknown]: Just get me the time and place

[Text from: Unknown]: I knew I could count on you xo

[Text from: Unknown]: I’ll get you the deets. Meet me in the locker room and we’ll discuss my cut

She wanted to respond but the number was blocked. Of course it was. That was how he operated. She’d never get used to that. He’d get her the address later, probably through email, and they’d just go from there. Like they always did.

All Lori had to do now was figure out how to sneak out….

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One day, Lori was going to suggest the Walkers invest in a security system that wasn’t accessible through a smart device. She’d have to figure out how to bring that up without mentioning she’d been able to bypass the alarms on Cordell’s phone with relative ease first though.

Regardless, she was out and headed for her destination. Why are these things always held in the most out of the way place possible? she thought as she entered the abandoned warehouse. She worked her way through the crowd, holding her duffle bag with her gear close to her chest, and headed for the locker room area. Once she was there, she got dressed and checked her first aid supply while she waited

“I was afraid you might back out,” came the all too familiar voice.

“Like I’d ever squelch on a deal with you,” Lori replied with a grin. She turned around and there he was, standing uncomfortably close as usual. “How’s the crowd looking?”

Darian grinned. “Very good turnout. I worked the room a bit, lot of people looking forward to seeing you in the cage. And, get this, they put you against a Were for your first fight!”

Of course they did. Hunter v. Monster fights drew a crowd as it was. Pitting a Hunter against their Thing? Pure gold. “Do you know anything about them?”

He shrugged. “Just that he’s a small thing with a big temper. It’s not his first rodeo but he’s not as well known as you. A lot of people are betting on you to win.”

“I take it you tossed your hat into that ring too?”

Darian smirked. “Always. Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut of that once you get to the top.”

Classic Darian, working all the possible angles. He was a smart guy, for a shapeshifter. She was about to respond when the fighting bell rang and her name was called over the loudspeakers.

“Showtime, babygirl. Make me proud!” Darian waved her off as she headed for the arena.

Lori took a deep breath and her mind cleared as she entered the cage. The crowd roared and she let it all wash over her. The sounds, the lights, the smells, everything. This was it. In here, she wasn’t a pitiable soul taken in by a friend. She wasn’t a reminder of her mother. She wasn’t a forgotten soul in the wasteland of The System. Here, she was Lori fucking Graves, one of the best fighters in the ring and the youngest hunter in the system. She was a badass, an icon, the love-to-hate-em fave. And she owned it.

The bell rang and the fight was on. Werewolves were tricky because of their claws and teeth, especially when she didn’t have a weapon of her own. But she’d been in worse situations before. A swift kick to the nuts took him to his knees and gave her the chance to land a few solid punches to his face before he got back up. A part of her couldn’t wait to see the bruises later. The larger part of her was regretting she couldn't run away faster when he lifted her above his head and threw her at the chain-link wall. That was going to smart later. But she could handle it.

Punch, kick, jab, punch, dodge, swerve, punchkickjabdodgepunchkickswerve and on it and on it went. Once she got into a rhythm, she could work off muscle memory and fall into a state of near zen. This is why she loved the fights. This is why she’d never walk away. This is why the payout was always worth it. This is why working around the bruises and scrapes would always be worth it, no matter who she was with.

It felt glorious. 

Her opponent was tiring out and she took advantage of that to elbow him in the face and knock him to the ground with a kick to the shin. She pinned him down and spit in his face while the ref counted her. 

She won.

She was bloody and bruising and she was definitely sleeping in tomorrow. 

But she won.

“Excellent work, darling.” Darian smiled proudly and gently clapped her on the shoulder as she stepped out the ring. “Payout for tonight is $915. Well, minus my cut, of course….” He handed Lori the cash and she stuffed it in her bag.

“Thanks. When’s the next one?”

“They’re gonna finish out the first round over the next couple days. I’ll text you the morning of so you have time to figure out your excuses.”

Lori shouldered her duffle bag and made her way to the back exit. “Alright. I’ll see you then.” 

It was a long walk back home, but the bills she counted later were more than worth it. She just had to figure out how she was going to hide the evidence from the rest of the house…..

[lucilleshusband-blog]

Oooh what about Negan getting his ass saved from walkers by the reader, a small girl he's hardly looked twice at for an imagine or something?

”That was a big fuckin’ hoard,” Negan says, leaning his batup against a tree as he bends down to fix his boot. “I mean, goddamn. I swear, Rick the Prick has been takingup so much of my time I forget our biggest problem’s supposed to be dead menwalking.”

Simon gives an ugly laugh.

“Rick is a dead man walking. And hey, you oughta tell Eugene to double thefuck down on the bullet making. I’ve only got three left—we’re lucky we clearedthem when we did.”

“What, you think Lucille ‘n’ me couldn’t take a few undead fuckersout if we had to?”

“That was more than a few,” Simon mutters,lighting a cigarette.

You could really go for one too, but you’d never ask Negan’stop dog; he’d probably just make some obnoxious joke about points. The two ofthem have barely seemed to notice your presence all day, despite you havingtaken out a solid twenty walkers all on your own. You really did run out of bullets, too, but it’snot exactly Eugene’s fault. There’s plenty of ammo back at The Sanctuary, butnone of you expected to run into a hoard like that.

“Hey, darlin’,” Negan says, as if he read your mind. “Wannado me a favor and run my babygirl here back to the truck?” He picks up hisbeloved bat, brandishing her at you. “Dwighty Boy should be waitin’, so tellhim we’ll head back in ten minutes. Simon and I are gonna hang back a secand talk a couple things over.”

“Uh… sure,” you say, though you don’t exactly want to beresponsible for his prized possession. “Got it.”

“Great!” He hands her over, but before you can turn away, hethwacks a hand down on your shoulder and looks you in the eye. He’s a bigenough guy anyway, but he looks even more enormous, and even more terrifying, staringdown at you like this. “You take care of her, you understand me?”

His voice is low and serious, his eyes absolutelypiercing.

You nod dumbly up at him, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“What? Walker got your tongue?”

“No, shit, sorry,” you say, shaking yourself out of it. “Yeah,I’ll take care of her. No worries, Negan.”

“I know you will,” he laughs, clapping you on the shoulderagain. He spins you around and gives you a playful shove in the direction ofthe truck. “You better! Now go on, hop to it.” 

You do as ordered, hurrying off into the woods, making sure to keep asolid grip on his ‘baby.’

You’ve only been walking for a few minutes when you hear a far-offgunshot.

You automatically sling Lucille over your shoulder, whippingaround to see if you’re going to have to defend yourself. You don’t see anyone,and quickly realize it came from somewhere behind you.

Shit. Could that have been Simon? But he only had threebullets. Why would he waste one unless…?

There’s another gunshot, and your walkie talkie crackles tolife.

“Dwight!” Negan’s voice comes across angry and garbled. “Getyour skinny ass over here now! Bring the crossbow and the girl and the goddamntruck!”

“Where are you?” Dwight asks. “What’s going on?”

“There’s no fucking street signs out here!Figure it out!”

“But-”

There’s another gunshot in the distance.

“Dwight! We are shit out of bullets and shit out of luck, soif you don’t get your ass- Fuck!”

The buzz from his end cuts off abruptly, and you freeze. Youglance at the empty gun in your waistband. You glance at Lucille.

And, before you even fully register what you’re doing, youtake off running back in Negan’s direction.

Even before you reach the clearing you left the men in, youcan hear the angry hissing and growling of walkers.

Right. So. Maybe you didn’tclear the whole hoard. Awesome.

You slow way down as you approach, peeking in between thetrees.

There’s a huge walker pinning Simon to the ground, and itlooks like he’s working hard to drive his thumbs through its eye sockets. Neganis off to the left, cursing up a storm as three walkers work together to backhim up against a tree. He’s got his knife in hand, but in the time it’ll takehim to kill one, the other two will be on him.

Shit.

You look at his prized bat again, and think, ridiculously, ofsomething you’ve heard him say a hundred times.

Lucille, give mestrength!

And then you’re off and running.

Negan’s eyes go wide when he notices you, but you don’t havetime to focus on that, or how he’ll probably yell at you for using his preciousbat without his permission. You take a swing and, with surprising ease, bashthe side of one walker’s head in.

Negan takes the opportunity to tackle one of the remainingtwo, jamming his knife straight through its skull. The third one lunges to loom over him, clicking its rotten teeth together. You wind up again andswing, smashing its head like a pumpkin. For the first time, you understand thethrill Negan gets from bashing brains with this thing.

As the walker collapses to the ground, you stare down atNegan, chest heaving. You wipe its blood from your face with a sleeve.

He stares back up at you, looking a little bewildered. Hedoesn’t say anything for a long moment, and neither does Simon, who’s won hisown fight and is watching you from across the clearing.

“Look,” you huff, when you can’t take the silence anymore.Even from the ground, Negan is intimidating. “I know you told me to be carefulwith the bat, but I heard you over the walkie talkie, and-”

He looks even more confused, and maybe a little amused,too, as he says, “You think I’m gonna yell at you for saving my life?”

You shrug.

“You really like the bat.”

At that, he reaches up, and you reluctantly pass herover.

“I also really like badass ladies. Where the hell’d youlearn to swing like that? I mean, shit, you almost took its head clean off.”

“Uh… I used to play softball.”

It’s true, but it makes him chortle.

“Goddamn, I would nothave wanted to be on the other team, then! But lucky me, I got you on my team.”

He winks as he gets back to his feet, and you really don’tknow what to say.

You’re glad he’s not mad, but it’s honestly a littleannoying that it took you literally saving his life to notice how good you wereon today’s run.

“Don’t act so surprised.” You normally wouldn’t be so ballsy around the guy, but you did just save his life. “Those were walkers twenty-one andtwenty-two today.”

“Is that right? Huh! Simon, how many walkers you kill today?”

“Dunno,” Simon says. There’s a bitter look on his face, andhe’s lit another cigarette. “Ten, twelve?”

“Damn, how come I didn’t realize what a badass I had rightunder my nose?” Negan demands. “Maybe it’s cause you’re so short.”  

He smirks to himself, and you have to resist the urge toroll your eyes.

“Hilarious.”

“I like to think so. Now, the hell’s your name again?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” he says, setting Lucille on his shoulder. “Notoften I have to say it, but thanks for savin’ my ass. Remind me to tell FatJoey to write in some extra points for you later.”

Ha! Fuck Simon, you can buy your own cigs now.

“Thank you, Negan,” you say, much less annoyed now. He’s a little crazy, sure, but at the end of the day he can be a fair guy.

“We should head back, find Dwight’s dumb ass,” he says,nudging you so you’ll walk back into the trees with him. Simon follows behind,not in any hurry. “You know,” Negan adds, leaning down as you walk. “I canthink of something even better than points, if you want.”

You give him a cautious side-eye.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well. I never noticed what a badass you are, and I nevernoticed how cute you are either. And hell, maybe I just liked watching you bashbrains with my girl here, but hot damn, something about you got me goin’ justnow.”

You can see where he’s heading with this, but you can’t quitebelieve it.

All you can manage to say is, “Oh?”

“Hell yeah, darlin’. In fact, call me rash, but I waswonderin’ how you’d feel about becoming my wife.”

“Uh…” You’re not sure exactly how to refuse an offer likethat from a guy like him. “Look, that’s really sweet and all, but…”

He doesn’t seem bothered. In fact, he laughs. 

“Shootin’ me down? What, you got something against goodclothes, good food, and good sex? That’s just about everything you could needin life, apocalypse or not.”

It’s honestly… not a bad offer. Negan is handsome, powerful,and, admittedly, charming. Even if he isa total asshole about it. And it’s been a long time since you’ve had goodclothes, food, and especially sex.

Still…

“But it is theapocalypse,” you say, glancing uncomfortably back at Simon. Thankfully, he’s hangingeven further back now. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve seen how you treatyour wives.”

“The hell you mean?” Negan asks, brow furrowing. “I’m aperfect gentleman to every last one of ‘em.”

“You treat them like dainty little dolls, Negan. You dressthem up and sit them down and they longue around that little room all day. Itseems boring. I like this. Doing runs,killing walkers and shit.”

“Huh,” he says. “Well, I gotta respect a lady’s decision.But how ‘bout this? You start comin’ on missions with me. I dunno who scheduled us together today, or why the hell theydidn’t do it earlier, but it worked out pretty goddamn well. You’re more usefulthan D.” He leans in closer, lowers his voice. “Hell, or even Simon.”

Now … there’s a goodoffer. You love the rush of getting out and fighting. Of feeling like you’re doing something as the world crumblesaround you. And there’s something about a sincere compliment from your leader that’s pretty nice too.

“That actually sounds… really good,” you admit. Negan does go on the best missions, and maybe you can even work your way up to a lieutenant one day. You’re sure you could convince him to make more civil choices than Dwight, Simon, and Gavin. “You mean it?”

“Sure,” he says, as you near the edge of the woods. “Hell,maybe if you get to spend a little more time with me, my first offer will evenseem a little more appealing.”

He laughs, and so do you, but honestly…

As you take in the sight of him, tall and strong andhandsome, it doesn’t seem entirely impossible.

And, from the satisfied look on his face, you think he knowsit. 

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #194

“i’m numb to the pleasure but still feel the pain.”

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? Yeah. What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid? I believe I first had those Flintstones ones, then later Mom got the gummy type. Have you ever gone to court? Only to explain to a judge why I thought my scheduled month-long stay in the psych hospital was unnecessarily long for my state. I was convinced all I needed to do was talk to Jason and boom, my problems would be gone. Safe to say, I was delusional. Glad I won that battle though considering I loathe that hospital for their extreme lack of therapy and activities to keep us occupied and out of our own heads. I was committed there I think five times and no stay did jack-shit. Are you friends with your neighbors? No. How long has it been since you’ve seen The Lion King? Years. But bitch when that live action remake comes out I'mma be the very first hoe at that theater. Have you ever had a crush on your siblings friend? No. What's the longest amount of time you’ve been on an airplane without changing flights? However long the flight to Michigan was. What’s the best wedding you’ve been to? My former dance instructor's. What time did you wake up this morning? Like, 7. What are you doing this weekend? There's no difference in weekends and weekdays for me. I'm sure I'm doing nothing. What’s your favorite Disney movie? TLK. Do you wear colored contacts? No, but honestly I'd love more sapphire blue ones if they're a prescription and not just cosmetic. Who was the last person you went to the movies with? I think Mom? Or did I go with Dad later? When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? I haven't seen Robby since '15, but Audrey passed through with my uncle sometime last year. My other cousins, hell if I know. Why did you fall for the last person romantically? Good Lord, that's an essay. Just more than anything, I think it was the fact that she cares so deeply about animals and people alike and is passionate about what's right and wrong. Can you speak in a different language conversationally? If so, which language? I could maybe manage a very simple German convo? Do you ever fear falling asleep? No, but I do rather frequently don't look forward to it, or at least the process of falling asleep. I don't go quickly. What’s the last thing you had to eat? A bagel. Would you rather eat all day or exercise all day? I don't believe you physically could eat all day? And exercising, I'm assuming you'd eventually pass out? But let's be hypothetical. I'd have to choose exercise, I care way too much about not gaining weight. Does one eye tend to be weaker than the other? Yes, my right is considerably worse. What do you think of guys who ask girls out over via text message or internet? It's definitely not my preferred method, but do it if you don't have the courage to in person/just can't for whatever reason. Have you ever had a churro? I believe I have? If I'm remembering the correct treat, it was unbelievably too sweet and I didn't like the crunch. What’s one thing you like about your town? The town itself is real old-fashioned and small. Did you believe that alcohol is more dangerous then weed? I know it is. Do you drink more apple or orange juice? Orange. Are you a fan of the Grand Theft Auto series? Never played, but I highly doubt I'd enjoy it. Do you like the beach? If it wasn't for the wind, blistering heat, and sand. So basically, I don't. I only like being in the ocean. Do you or did you have a curfew at one point? No. Well, correction, if it was a school night before high school and I was out with a friend, I'm sure Mom established something, but idr. Do you peel the wrappers off of plastic bottles? No. What do you think is the youngest age someone should lose their virginity? No younger than 16. But at any age, be. Smart. Have you ever played Super Smash Brothers? I think at friends' as a kid? What do you like on your sundaes? Like, just chocolate syrup lmao. Have you done anything productive today? Well, I exercised some. Do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage? What I care about is waiting for a person you feel truly in love with. I actually feel like abstaining could be a bad idea, as I'd assume for some people, the desire to have sex would play a factor in them wanting to get married, so marriage could potentially be rushed for the sake of that when you're not adequately prepared in other areas. What is your sexual orientation? Bi. Do you put your name on your food coverings? If I was using a fridge at a job or whatever, yeah, but I'm not in that type of situation. What is something you have acquired with age? Open-mindedness. Would you ever go out in public sporting pajamas? Depends on where I'm going. Have you ever ridden in a race car? No. Do you enjoy history? No. Have you ever changed religions? Twice. Is there anyone to whom you are afraid to stand up to? Mom. And pretty much everyone else. Do you like making lists? Sometimes. Do you play sports with your siblings? Never di- oh wait, Mom signed all three of us up for cheerleading as little kids. Hated it. Are there stairs in your house? No. Do you like onions on your burger? A small amount of minced pieces is fine. Could you ever give yourself a shot? Yeah. What is your favorite room to clean? I get the most satisfaction out of cleaning my own. Do you enjoy cleaning? Not the process of it, just the feeling afterwards. What do you consider your ideal weight? My /ideal/ would be around 120 again, but I'd be happy enough between 130-140. How many pounds do you need to lose (or gain) to be your ideal weight? LET US NOT What is your favorite thing about Valentine’s Day? Just it being a celebration of love, which to me, goes beyond just romantic. I think people should spend a little extra effort in letting one another know they really love each other. Now I believe every day you should treat people with love, but seriously focus on it and be thankful for those you have. If you wear one, what color is your wristwatch? N/A Have you ever made a pair of earrings? No. Who did you inherit your hair color from? I actually think Dad? Going through family pictures after Grampa died, I found out he was actually born dirty-blonde (I've only known him with black), like I was. Pretty sure Mom's was always brown. Have you ever wished that you were born in a different era? Woulda loved being born in the mid-early '80s. Do you prefer soft rock or hard rock? ....... I read "rock" as in like, minerals. And I was. Very confused. High on the list of my dumbest readings. Anyway, definitely hard. What was the best time of your life? As a kid. Do you prefer sunny or cloudy weather? Partly cloudy. How do you like your potatoes? For most of my life I only liked them as fries or as potato skins w/ cheese and bacon bits, but I'm gradually branching out. I like baked potatoes split with cheese and bacon inside too, and Sara's mom exposed me to the very first time I enjoyed mashed potatoes, yeet. So those have to be made a very specific, non-clumpy way. I also like hash browns, but not the shredded kind. Oh yeah, I live for the fiesta potatoes at Taco Bell too like gd good shit. Who’s your best friend? My babygirl. <3 If you don't count her, it'd be my mom, but if she's excluded too being family, I don't really have a best friend. Maybe Girt, idk. What’s a TV show you never miss? I don't watch any shows regularly. The one and only situation where I'd watch every episode ASAP is if Meerkat Manor came back. Have you ever lied about your gender? No. What are you planning on doing on your next birthday? Go out to eat with family, and though unlikely, getting a tattoo would be awwwesome. Do you know anyone else with your last name other than family? I don't think so? Is your favorite band still together? I actually just looked it up because I really wanted to know, and his band's still going, apparently! I thought this coming tour ("No More Tours 2") was the end, but apparently it's just the finale of his world tours. Where do you see most of your concerts? I've only been to one, which was in Raleigh. That's the most likely place we'd go to, though. Have you ever had escargot? Never in my life will I try it. Do you use Google every day? No. What was the last new food you tried that you thought was delicious? Oh my god in Heaven. So, for Christmas, my sis made these hot chocolate cream balls things she found on Pinterest, and literally, maybe the best thing I'd ever had. I just barely had enough discipline to not eat more than one lol. If you could invent a new holiday, what month would you put it in? Hm. Idk. Have you ever had a bedroom with a specific theme? No, I don't think so. If you had to design a room with a theme, what theme would you choose? Gothic, maybe with lil bits of pastel goth for some more personality. What was the best thing that ever happened to you? Realizing I can't just give my entire life to a person, losing any control over it myself. You have to allow yourself to be free; do not chain yourself to a single person. Have you ever given money to a homeless person? No. One, I don't have a source of income, and two, I'm perfectly aware what probably 99% do with it, especially because of my mom, who's pretty much made friends with the homeless on the side of the road, has learned each and every one use drugs or alcohol, so instead she buys them food frequently. That's something I would want to do, but I'm so paranoid of strangers, especially desperate ones, harming me for whatever reason that I probably never will. Do you like your hair better long or short? SHORT. OH MY GOOOOOD CUTTING MY HAIR SHORT WAS ONE OF MY BEST DECISIONS. Have you ever designed your own Facebook timeline cover? Yeah. What is one site that closed down that you wish would come back? Hmmmm. I don't really know. Well, the Animal Planet site still exists, but I wish there was still a dedicated MM section, y'know, with the forums and games and such. Really think it'd be nice if they kept little sections for all of their classic, better-known shows for old fans. Hell, I'm pretty sure MM was their most successful, why not keep remnants of it up there? Do you ever watch TV shows on YouTube? Rarely, if I ever watch a show. Foo Fighters vs. Red Hot Chili Peppers: Not a real fan of either, but I'd have to choose the former as I enjoy at least two of their songs. Have your parents ever complained about your hair? My mom was reeeaaally shocked and distressed when she arrived at the parlor when I got the "big" haircut and saw how much was gone (eight inches), but only because she was scared I'd hate it. Thankfully she really liked it when it was all said and done. Are you a fan of the Saw movies? Never really watched 'em. How did you decide on your Tumblr name? I'm a sucker for alliteration, and it's a survey blog. Do your friends have the complete opposite music taste as you? My closer friends, not really, actually. Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? I don't know any of my half-siblings' ages, and I forget how old Ashley is sometimes. I forget frequently if she's two or three years older than me. Do you tend to walk places more than drive? Ha, you can't walk to a destination here in the country. I only ever ride/rarely drive anywhere. Do you have any photos of you kissing someone? Yes. Do you ever hang out with your ex? Rarely with Girt. Would you like the ability to read minds? No, especially if you can't choose when it's "on" or "off." Even if you only choose when you do it, idk. Just... doesn't seem like a safe idea. Do you see the same people everyday? Lol that's usually just my mom, and yes. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah. Are you mad at anyone right now? No. It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, what do you do? Almost a guarantee I won't hear, considering it's on vibrate. Now if I did for whatever reason, ignore it unless it's a contact on my phone. Have you ever fallen backwards on a chair? I believe so, playing as a kid. Last time you laughed so hard you cried? I'm not sure, but considering I do that easily... Who last talked about kissing you? Sara. Who was the last thing/person you took a picture with? My kiiiitty. Did you speak to your father today? No. Would you ever get gauged ears? Definitely no. What aren’t you looking forward to? I really don't mean to sound all emo and whatnot, but I genuinely don't look forward to like every afternoon/early evening, as that's around when I hit my extreme boredom decline, which goes so low I feel death could maybe be more exciting. I am in no way suicidal, I just want this era of isolation, lack of purpose, and no progress towards a great future to end. My life's been at a stand-still for pretty much a year. Would you rather get your tongue or lip pierced? I already have both done. I find my snake eyes way cuter, but when I consider my outward appearance and what people generally see, I'd rather have my labret. What is your favorite personality trait? Kindness. What is the most romantic thing a significant other could do? Idk, but something with deep personal meaning for sure. When you are dating someone, what is the most important thing to you? There has to be a mutual, serious care for our relationship; my partner has to understand I'm not in for a fling. We both have to have the goal of forming and maintaining a healthy, long-lasting, meaningful relationship. If I feel being together is a game to you or just for a couple months of a bit of fun, bye. Would you be able to tell someone you love them, even if you didn’t feel it? No. Well, I do with my mom if she's pissed me off and I *feel* like I don't, but I know I do. If you were engaged, would you want a wedding as soon as possible? Not necessarily. I believe engagement is a stage where you're certain you want to get married in the not-so-distant future, but you have other important things to take care of first, like for example, buying a home and stuff like that. When in a relationship do you have to have contact with your partner on a daily basis? I wouldn't freak the hell out if you couldn't talk to me for a day, but I'd definitely want at least a little conversation, especially if we're serious. Do you believe in moving in together before engagement or marriage? Yes. You should know how you're going to handle being with your s/o every single day. Did you ever give a hickey to the last person you kissed or you guys didn’t go that far? Not yet. Is there anyone you want to come see you? Yeah. What was the last thing you saw that scared you? A video of this guy with his giant pet centipede like an idiot (super venomous) crawling all over him. Centipedes creep me the hell out, although at the same time I find them kinda cool. Is there something that’s happened today that you don’t want to ever go through again? No. Is the last person you kissed attractive? Yeah. Do you feel bored with your life? I think I've covered this enough. Who’s someone you miss that you haven’t talked to in years? Megan, more than anyone. Do you have severe withdrawals from medications? I don't think any were ever severe, but I was weaned off of them all I believed. Just honestly I've been on so many since 6th grade that I can't recall each one's ending. I only recall having shadow hallucinations when I was coming off one. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? Let's not talk about the subject I'm more bitter about than anything else in the entire world. Summary: Don't touch Abilify even if your fucking life depended on it. Do you have a doctor you can trust? My psychiatrist and therapist, very much so. I've only seen my new general doctor twice, so I can't make a fair judgment of her. Mom has a friend who sees her though, and she only has positive things to say about her. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. What do you miss about high school? A social life. Art class. What do you miss the most about college? Literally the one and only part I enjoyed at my first college was lunchtime, because Jason and I could spend time together, sometimes with his friends. Second college, nothing. It was online. Have you ever been the victim of a crime? I don't believe so? Is your life worse than you could have ever have imagined it to be? Or is it better, or just what you expected? Ohhhh man... As a kid, I was so sure I'd be amazing. Still had a bit of hope in middle school. High school and beyond, it's, so far, worse than I'd planned. What is the most beautiful landscape you have ever seen? Mountains. Driving through them is unreal. What is one place you have always wanted to visit? Idk about "always." But for the longest amount of time, it's been without a doubt South Africa. Who were your favorite celebrities as a child? Steve Irwin was and still is one of my absolute heroes. I loved Jeff Corwin, Jesse McCartney, Raven Symone, and the Sprouse twins, too. Do you prefer slow songs or fast songs? I'd say generally, faster. What color is your trash can? White. Who was your favorite family pet when you were growing up? We didn't really have a "family" pet, just ones one of us individually were particularly close to. I'd say the closest that qualifies would be Chance, our first cat. She was special. List five of your favorite YouTubers. You Already Know, GameGrumps, Shane Dawson, Daniel Howell, and Jeffree Star, but. I have so many jsfaqoweuoapsf. I wanna squeeze Rhett and Link in there, but while I still love them as people and creators, I've been losing interest in GMM over the months. What’s your favorite type of bird? Barn owls. I also love ravens though for their intelligence and personalities. What pet names do you use with your significant other? A lot, but I'd say either "sweetheart/sweetie" or "dear" are most common from me. I think. How would you describe your sense of humor? Sarcastic, I guess. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Well, except school band. Have you ever watched yourself on video? Yeeaah, senior project was fun. But I know how I usually am well enough to say I honestly don't feel I did badly. Have you ever missed a flight? Yup. Never go to the O'Hare airport, jfc. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yes, and I hope to see the one this Sunday! Are you still in touch with your best friend from high school? No. Any animals whose behaviors you find particularly interesting? AHHHHHHH SO MANY!!!!! Social species' above all. Do you like animals better than most humans? Yes. What simple things in life bring you the most joy? Long car rides when I can play my iPod through the speakers and just go to another world. Sara singing, hearing my mom laugh. Seeing old couples holding hands in public kills me. How did you meet your significant other (if you have one)? YouTube. How did you meet your best friend? She's the same person as above. Are you friends with anybody you didn't like at first? Also see Sara lmao. Are there any musicians you didn't like at first, but grew on you? The first/most recent to come to mind is In This Moment. Is there anything you used to love, but now dislike? Peas as a kid. I'm kinda on the fence of liking or disliking PewDiePie as he is now (although I haven't watched too much of his newer content). Do you have any favorite books you'd like to have signed by the author? It'd be pretty cool for Ozzy to sign my copy of his autobiography, sure. Do you enjoy any of those old black and white horror films? Any one I've ever seen has been horrid, so I haven't seen many. What is your favorite yogurt topping? I loved those ones that had M&Ms in them. Where do you shop the most: Kmart, Target, Walmart, Fred Meyer, or other? Walmart or Harris Teeter. Have you ever done a craft project you saw on Pinterest? No. What beverages do you drink that contain caffeine? Soda. What has been the best experience you've had in a church? Uhhh. Oh, Jason's brother's wedding. Do you prefer that your nachos be spicy or not spicy? Obviously spicy. Have you ever had a kiss that felt magical? Mine and Jason's first was cute, but I don't recall if I thought it was "magical" because all I was focusing on was just how shy I was. First kiss with Sara was definitely more than special. Who is your best online friend? Sara once again. Who knows more about you: online friends or offline? Online, easily. Do you think that love makes people irrational? It can. What book, movie, or TV show did you find to be total garbage? Oh, I'm positive there's something, but nothing comes to mind. Is there a topic that is a sore-spot for you? Mental health and how it may affect your loved ones. Have you ever lost a friend over a guy/girl? Pretty much. Have you ever lost a friend because of a lifestyle change? Yup. Do you like kissing? The right person. What location holds the most memories for you? My childhood home. Hypothetically let’s just say you’re a supervillain. What’s your agenda? What are you trying to destroy and why? I would never want to be, but I suppose the most suitable for me would be punishing the person to break a promise somehow. Why, because I know just how agonizing broken promises can be. What’s your go-to topic when making small talk with others? How their day's been. When you get to be in charge of the tunes on a road trip or party - do you play what you want to hear or tailor the playlist to what you think the other people in the car/room want to hear? I do a mix of both. Thankfully, Mom and I like most of the same music, but I do learn what songs she doesn't like and avoid playing them unless I really wanna hear it. You have any bad habits you shamelessly don’t care to or plan to quit? Shamelessly, idk about that. There’s an app for everything. What apps consume the most of your time and energy? Facebook. The most overrated thing ever - what is it? I literally judge you if you have a bigass, obnoxiously loud truck. Compensating for something? The most underrated? Ummmm. Talking about pointless shit and doing nothing while enjoying your favorite person's presence is surely one. What’s something you find unconventionally romantic? Teaching your s/o how to play a game together and you both are enjoying it asjfaoswuw. One of my most cherished memories with Jason was that with Little Big Planet. Just in general I find it super cute to share what you love with each other.

[suckerforhobi]

Aeviternal Pt.09

 Aeviternal: eternal, endless, never-ending

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: LOTS OF SWEARING, SEXUAL CONTENT

Inspired by this amazing video.

Pt.01  Pt.02  Pt.03  Pt.04  Pt.05  Pt.06  Pt.07  Pt.08  

No one’s POV

Jungkook was sitting in his workroom on that Saturday morning, a day after he made Y/N move in to his and his brother’s penthouse. His thoughts were still wondering about Zico and Jaebum. Jaebum had always been his enemy but Zico… he was his ally once. Things change - he knew it but it was still unbelievable for him. The two of them often teamed up against Jaebum and now… roles were reversed.

Jungkook was upset the fact, they were spying on that much to involve Y/N in that mess. She was so innocent and precious to their world and just because he adored her much, she became part of the sick game of the power hunger leaders. 

Jungkook recalled some memories of Y/N, he could still see her little self in front of him at that Halloween party their English teacher had organised for the class. She was stunning as in her  Snow White costume, she even did up her beautiful raven hair. Or when she won the Maths competition, he felt extremely proud of her, they celebrated by going out to eat pizza. Many years passed but he always thought of her.

He wanted to drift back to the original topic. How would he handle this situation without losing anyone? He never underestimated a threat, especially not this. This time a complete innocent person was in danger and he had to do something. He was cruel, he knew but never used an outsider as a bait or a puppet. This time he wouldn’t lie to anyone. He was afraid how the things would turn out.

He was ready to scold the people who dared to knock on the door while he was deep in thoughts. He was annoyed at his point as his anger overwhelmed him. 

“Who’s that?” He yelled angrily, ready to snap at one of his men.

“I-i-it’s me. Sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.” He heard Y/N’s stammering and he instantly regretted his tone. 

“Come in.” He shouted softer and the door opened up after three seconds. 

She was pretty as always - he didn’t care about her messy hair and the dark circles below her eyes. She was Y/N, his Y/N. She didn’t need any make up, she didn’t need any fancy dress to impress him. She never needed any of those things. That was the time Jungkook couldn’t ignore the fact - he was madly in love with her. He had always been. Heck, even the 10 year-old Jungkook adored his Snow White, he wished he had been her prince. He thought he had never been in love. He was wrong, he didn’t realize that sooner, he did love someone. Only Y/N.

“Morning. Could you sleep a bit?” Jungkook asked her as he silently observed every inch of her petite figure.

“I could sleep a bit. Not that much, though.” She replied smiling warmly at him.

“That’s more than nothing. Do you need something in your room? Something that helps you falling asleep?”

Y/N’s heart almost bursted out as she heard him. Her room. He said just like she belonged here. He deeply cared for her a lot and she never met a boy that attentive. Her ex… he was a joke compared to Jungkook. Why did she compare her ex to Jungkook? Jungkook is her friend.

“No, thank you, I don’t need anything, really.”

Jungkook wanted badly to pull her to his lap but he knew it wasn’t the time to change their relationship or to win her. They had a problem, they needed to face with that, rather he liked or not. It was for her sake…for Y/N’s.

“Aren’t you hungry a bit?” 

“Yes, I am.”

“Then let’s go.” Jungkook stood up, grabbed Y/N’s hand, and she was thankful he didn’t see her red cheeks.

Y/N expected an enormous kitchen but this… she got surprised again and again. She was amazed how much money Jungkook got by his business, she didn’t want to think about it but still, she couldn’t say a word upon seeing all of the beautiful rooms, places here.

“You will catch a fly.” Jungkook laughed and she showed her tongue to him as a form of answer. Y/N was the only who could do it without being punished and the staff here could feel the closeness between their master and the young unknown lady.

“I still can’t believe this place.” Y/N said as she stared at the ceiling.

“You should get use to it, you will spend a pretty long time here.”

Then they heard someone coming - Hoseok. If Y/N’s hair was messy then his was even more messier. Clearly, Hoseok had fun with someone tonight, if he hadn’t, he would have been awaken earlier.

“Good morning dear.” Hoseok winked at her playfully. “Jungkook.”

“Where’s the chick?” Jungkook asked his brother.

“She left early. Unlike Y/N, she wasn’t welcomed here.” Hoseok directed his words to Y/N, he wanted her to feel safe in this place. In the Jung-Jeon manor.

After the breakfast Jungkook needed to work. There were clients, he should meet… and that was when the next Saturday came to his mind. 

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I have two questions for you.” He cleared his throat. “The first one: Will you be alone by yourself here? I will go to work soon with Hobi.”

“Why can’t I go with you? I don’t think there are people who would like to talk with me now as they looked at me like I was the devil.”

Jungkook had an idea in his mind. He will bring Y/N to work but he will ask the two hackers, Yoongi and Taehyung to keep an eye on her in their lab. Yoongi would be risky because his brutality is sometimes needed but Taehyung would be more than fine with that. He also heard Hoseok and Jimin teasing Jungkook and Namjoon also mentioned her name as he was so grateful. 

“Alright. Once, you will be there. But with Taehyung and Yoongi in their workroom. You will wait for me, for us there. Got it?”

“Yes. What’s your other question?”

“Do you want to accompany me next Saturday at a ball? I need a plus female companion and I don’t have anyone to ask.”

Y/N giggled. “None of your hook ups can go with you? How sad but as far as I know and live here I’m free on every Saturday. So, yes, I will accompany you.”

Jungkook gave a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, babygirl. Now, get ready. We are going.”

Jungkook knew there was no escape from that girl, he couldn’t, even if he tried. Y/N was a magnet for him. The saying was right - the opposites attract.

[tinymixtapes]

Feature: 2017: First Quarter Favorites

Three months in, and we haven’t destroyed ourselves! To celebrate this achievement, we’re once again sharing our favorite releases from the last few months. A lot of it is pretty heavy, focusing on grief (Mount Eerie), cruelty (Lawrence English), and self-loathing (Xiu Xiu), with other fun stuff like ritual guitar abuse (Skullflower) and the glowing horror of reanimation (Rashad Becker). But we also loved everything from urban gallery funk (Cybervision Simulcast) and philosophic horse opera (Sun Araw) to playful Afromutations (Riddlore) and pop so sugary sweet it’ll rot your teeth (Charli XCX). Something for everyone. ;) Since these quarter lists are more informal than our year-end features, the shortlist before the list proper is equally important (especially Dasychira’s Immolated EP, which got a lot of love since assembling this list). Check ‘em all out below, and maybe see you in another three? Shortlist: Moon B’s Lifeworld 2: Udaya, nekomimi + luvfexxx, LUVISCOLD, Sophiaaaahjkl;8901’s Toilet Abstraction Tapes, Gabor Lazar’s Crisis of Representation, Darren Keen, It’s Never Too Late To Say You’re Welcome, Mega Bog’s Happy Together, Tonstartssbandht’s Sorcerer, Dasychira’s Immolated, Drake’s More Life, William Basinski’s A Shadow in Time, Roc Marciano’s Rosebudd’s Revenge, Future’s HNDRXX, Blanck Mass’ World Eater, and PAN’s mono no aware compilation. --- Mount Eerie A Crow Looked At Me [P.W. Elverum & Sun] I can barely listen to A Crow Looked At Me, an album with little room for novelty, one I’m sure Phil Elverum never wanted to make. Death is the least novel thing in life, but it makes a novelty out of what never was before. Phil (who I feel maybe too close to now) makes white noise of branches, canyons of grocery store aisles, a sunset of what is not dust. He doesn’t have to make meaning of Death, because words become futile when confronted with something so simple and absolute. His grief seems just to be here, contained by the same microphone as guitar, the way someone who dies just can’t be. I don’t think music had ever made me cry only for someone else, but none of this sounds like it was made for anyone but Geneviève and himself. He says he doesn’t want to learn anything from his wife’s death, but by the time you’ve shut your eyes for 40 minutes, alone with the creaking floor and counted days and Pacific birds and spoken dreams, I can’t imagine not coming away with (something) more. It’s springtime. –Pat Beane --- Riddlore Afromutation [Nyege Nyege Tapes] The modest genius of Riddlore’s Afromutations, the January offering from Ugandan cassette label Nyege Nyege Tapes, stems from a certain perspectival grace. A longstanding figure of the Los Angeles hip-hop underground, Riddlore is known first as an emcee and second as a beatmaker. Afromutations sees the artist sketching a playful, iterative bass style drawn from samples of African field recordings, a hauntological gesture that in less subtle hands might fall into a self-serious wormhole. The tape’s beauty is in how the timbral mood of the samples gesture at and usher into place the recombinant scaffolding of the relatively untreated percussion, like how the choral tension that opens “Bakka Pygmies Riddim” blossoms into an eerie kuduro strut. Elsewhere, on “Afroed” and “The Crush,” drums and overlapping harmonies flange into natural psychedelias. Riddlore’s agenda-absent play allows the samples to mutate freely, and Nyege Nyege serves an adept platform for the project. –Nick Henderson Afromutations by RiddloreAfromutations by Riddlore --- The Necks Unfold [Ideologic Organ] To unfold, usually, is to grow, to expand; to sprawl. On their 19th release, The Necks have instead tightened their improvisational nous to four standalone pieces, invoking the mysticism of Cusanus: “unfolding is enfolding.” These anti-compositions unfold insofar as they protrude into space-time and become of-the-world, cosmological chaos and all; they enfold into the broader scheme of the album, all unified through the articulate chops of Messrs Abrahams, Swanton, and Buck. Between balance and imbalance, serenity and turbulence, the respective instrumental forces of the players here circumnavigate these side-long miniatures with microscopic focus and reticence, in characteristically Necks-ian fashion. And, even when compared with classics past, there’s no compromise on ambition, not a single wasted moment. Such is the dynamism of Unfold; what initially struck as blissful stasis, best suited for gazing into the pale blue yonder, gently opens up — and, yeah, unfolds — to yield four of the most self-contained, wholly busy musics that 2017 has had to offer thus far. –Soe Jherwood Cybervision Simulcast Sewer City [H.V.R.F. CENTRAL COMMAND] Sewer City kicks up all the residual funk of an urban galley. Where oil encrusted kebab meat sweats on rotation, busted street lights stutter into the night, and ripple-rich puddles highlight the only natural quality to animate the scene, as thick droplets of rain are spat down from the stubborn grey heavens above. Cybervision Simulcast drape this grizzly vision through the innards of a pitch-black bypass drenched in alarms, sirens, and ricochet. Everything points to a breakdown or dysfunction, as this bleak snapshot of municipal decay melts to nothingness through our slime-smeared fingers. But those signals of distress are incorporated within the process, and they are not to be heeded for what they might otherwise signify; they orchestrate the bass-inverted crank that punctuates the residue of samples, synths, and storyline. To suggest that this grizzled and failing image results in a perfect album would be distasteful — obscene, even. And yet, that’s precisely what’s happened every time I’ve taken the plunge so far. There is no light at the end of this tunnel. Let’s keep it that way. –Birkut SewerCity by Cybervision SimulcastSewerCity by Cybervision Simulcast --- Charli XCX Number 1 Angel [Asylum] Out of the cold dark dust, the Number 1 Angel spreads her wings for Utopia, so emotional and so sugary sweet it’ll rot your teeth. After one of the strangest ascensions (“I! Don’t! Care!”) in the pop industry, Charli XCX is thriving. VROOM VROOM’s EUREKA! production was Charli at a 100% synchronization rate, and now she’s spun a 40-minute pop slipstream, an outside World of babygirls and babyboys. The PC Music crew sheds some of the hyperreal, sourcing Charli’s charisma and songwriting prowess to shoot for real stars: color-coded bangers, sweatsoaked and tearstained, a clarity of vision that at once opens avataric and musical possibilities in the channel of Rihanna and Kesha. The party’s enfolding. Number 1 Angel is Charli’s every intuition refined in hi-fi, the best-yet gateway for anyone not already along for the ride. Ten songs for one night. Glitter in your underwear, left on red. Let’s ride! The closing trilogy of features (Uffie, ABRA, cupcakKe) is fucked-up perfect. Each outrunning the last, headfirst till the 90s bubblegum pops. The synths kick up cinnamon for a minute-long Secret Mix outro. Inextinguishable, enlightening. It’s Charli, baby. –Pat Beane [pagebreak] --- Various Artists Club Chai Vol. 1 [Club Chai] When you’re in the right club, with the right music, with the right crowd, you can feel your body. You’re present in it, in its creases and protrusions, in its decorations and accoutrements, in its movements and vibrations in space, in its careful caressings and navigations around and through other bodies. You can feel it as something fluid, the cells and lipstick and lungs and heels and bass and drugs and genders and hi-hats and drifting and splitting melodies and languages morphing the movement of your limbs into a movement of potentials. You think, “I am in this body and I am feeling these other bodies and I know that this body can be something else, it can be what it wants to be, it can be what it doesn’t want to be, this shell is the end and the beginning and I am going to be fucking gorgeous.” Club Chai is a loose collective of queer and trans club DJs and producers out of Oakland pushing that continuum into the right-now-right-now-right-now of sonic uncertainty, gender uncertainty, national uncertainty. And it feels right. –Jeffrey Dunn Rovinelli Club Chai Vol. 1 by Club ChaiClub Chai Vol. 1 by Club Chai --- Lawrence English Cruel Optimism [Room40] I consider myself an optimist, but I haven’t always been positive. My sense of trust in goodness has grown as I’ve unpacked how cynicism has poisoned many of my relationships (with partners, with friends, with art). Then again, being an optimist, as Louis CK once asserted, means being stupid. There’s a delicate balance between being confident in humanity’s potential for good and accepting humanity’s cruelty as simply the cost of business. Lawrence English’s latest release is music for contemplating what’s writhing around deep in humanity’s psyche. Its requiem is solemn, because nobody’s sense of “goodness” has won yet, its negative drones promising because they still have matter to vibrate through. Cruel Optimism is nominally a meditation on how human desire often breeds cruelty at humanity’s own expense, but as a sound work, it is also a reminder that optimism, shed of its colonizing skin, can overcome cruelty. –Jackson Scott Cruel Optimism by Lawrence EnglishCruel Optimism by Lawrence English --- Quelle Chris Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often [Mello Music Group] In college, a friend of mine had a line that went something like, “Your shit is wacker than the ‘you’ that every rapper writes about.” Although I can’t remember exactly how it went, or if it was ever even put to record, I always thought that was so dope: taking aim at the proverbial second person by acknowledging its ubiquitous metanarrative; uplifting recorded battle rap by breaking its third wall. Doper still, the idea that an omnipresent, sucker MC named “You” might actually exist. Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often complicates the above concept by incorporating hip-hop’s superego, the proverbial I, and framing that id character as both a role model for personal success and a self-destructive nemesis. Like “Who Am I” as a slapstick comedy about the creative process. –Samuel Diamond Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often by Quelle ChrisBeing You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often by Quelle Chris --- Sun Araw The Saddle of the Increate [Sun Ark/Drag City] The Saddle of the Increate shuffles the few short steps across from Belomancie’s chambers of internal refraction to twitch and twinge its way through into the shining territory of the lonesome whippoorwill — outdoors, that is. Well, at least there’s a pedal steel or two, a cactus, and a 10-gallon hat — it’s a [“psychedelic”] philosophic horse opera, tough as an actor, distracted but gruffly tender, especially in its latter sections. There’s a space and a half between every point; we can give names to/for every constellation, a classical reference or two even, but it’s still… complex — and how is the soul (your soul) distinct from its powers anyway? Spatially disorienting, temporally atomistic, concrete in image, plastic in execution: seven lampstands have become seven horses (and four hats, a head of cattle, one bowl, etc. etc.). Like pulling a wishbone with yourself, be 100% ready to spit in the skillet. –Michael J --- Graham Lambkin Community [ErstSolo/Kye] As Jackson Scott so rightly put, Graham Lambkin’s Community is “a document of what a community can create without dictating what a community should entail; it is evidence without the arrogance of conclusion.” Not community, but the evidence of community. In fact, the trace audible evidences of sound becoming located in new environments is exactly what establishes Lambkin’s practice and medium — a medium that so mysteriously auditions sonic evidence into richly communicative listening spaces. In Community, we are bathed by this evidence, in communion with it; it is threaded inside of the spaces we inhabit, our daily lives and interactions — those already in articulation. Voiced as such, the album is a masterclass in Lambkin’s quotidian character, flattened into a natural, weathered state close to the void — close to how impossible and brilliant our communities are. It reminds us that our communities exist often without us, within and without our human attempts to locate them. –scvscv --- Camedor En Ut / Alba [Debacle] The scoff that is heard ‘round the world at any mention of “world” music may not be the constructive criticism the catch-all term deserves, but it is the noise necessary to make a greater point. But may we suggest replacing that negativity with a positive denotation? Enter Camedor’s debut 12-inch, which is the sound of the world sucked into a wormhole wherein time, space, and location matter little. In a nutshell, it represents the “new” idea of world music, where we no longer place such a limiting genre marker on what is music now easily accessible to all. Both songs borrow from mid-century composers (including a “cover” of Terry Riley’s “In C”), but also pull everything out of the grab bag of motorik, drone, and pop. José Orozco Mora has layered it all into a wondrous noise that may heavily borrow from Western tropes and styles, but is music from parts (un)known. You may not catch much Berber or Aboriginal influence, but what matters is how Mora’s Camedor speaks to building bridges between cultures through music. It’s a shared form of expression, and the joyous, raucous nature of En Ut / Alba is a celebration of worlds colliding into symphonic harmony. –Jspicer En Ut / Alba by CamedorEn Ut / Alba by Camedor [pagebreak] --- Skullflower The Spirals of Great Harm [Cold Spring] The Spirals of Great Harm has a clear lineage in the Skullflower discography. It’s a step beyond Strange Keys to Untune Gods Firmament (also a double album) and Taste the Blood of the Deceiver, though it follows a similar trek down the left-hand path. Played at a low volume, its minor key melodies and themes are apparent enough, but turn it up and its lacerating feedback has a much harsher effect. Bower and collaborator Samantha Davies (the only other constant in the modern Skullflower lineup) unleash hell through ritual guitar abuse. Outsiders may not readily understand how much different this album is from 2014’s dragon-themed Draconis, but to longtime admirers, it’s a step away from that album’s meandering psych, the style of which Bower used to reserve for his Sunroof! project. Kneeling in worship at the altar of the underworld, stacks of amplifiers in tow, Bower and Davies have crafted another indispensable addition to their canon. –Joe Davenport --- Xiu Xiu FORGET [Polyvinyl] Pray for Xiu Xiu. As many of their contemporaries have either faded from the record and/or embraced a life as background material for iPod commercials [ed: NO SHADE ON IPODS], Jamie Stewart’s long-running project has — like unchecked tooth decay — only deepened with age. Delivering maybe their most “accessible” album since formative hit Fabulous Muscles (a record whose key lyric was still “Cremate me after you cum on my lips”), FORGET brings all the self-loathing, harsh sarcasm, wonky instrumentation, and harrowing Dennis Cooperisms we have come to depend on from the Xiuverse. Whether you love it or not, Stewart and his gang have sustained a distinct interpretation of the world through what can feel like a lifetime’s worth of trend-shifting; for this alone, the band’s persistence should be cherished. That FORGET is one of their best albums to date is a surprise and a delight, the sign of a legacy act finding new life (the light, New Order-echoing “Get Up” is an album highlight) and handing us a deceptively poppy, booby-trapped gift to both longtime fans and newcomers. –Dylan Pasture FORGET by Xiu XiuFORGET by Xiu Xiu --- Rashad Becker Traditional Music of Notional Species Vol. II [PAN] Rashad Becker is a musician who is known for mastering other musicians’ work. His operation at Dubplates & Mastering is prolific and now famous in the world of experimental and electronic music, its most recent accomplishments including masters of The Necks’ Unfold, Visible Cloaks’ Reassemblage, and the great new PAN compilation Mono No Aware, but probably the most adventurous and distinctive of the records Becker has engineered of late is his own. He makes music with the freedom of a person who spends a lot of time thinking about the relationship between music and media of expression. PAN officially describes Becker’s Notions as “synthesized sounds that appear to exist hauntingly physical,” alluding to the tension between creativity and materials that enters always into the musical imagination, the tension that Becker gets paid to negotiate on artists’ behalf. The physical “haunts” music, not as an antagonist as if all music were not physical at least in origin, but because of what is risked, what is lost, and what is made when music passes from one physical medium to another, as in the representation of the rapid movements of a trombone’s bell as bumps on a slab of vinyl. Where his first volume of Traditional Music was a bit more self-similar, built from the whirring of buglike tensions and releases, Becker’s second effort explores the glowing horror and breath of reanimation. With species even more personable and diverse than those of its far-out predecessor, Traditional Music of Notional Species Vol. II is nothing short of an event in electronic music. –Will Neibergall Traditional Music of Notional Species Vol. II (PAN 74) by Rashad BeckerTraditional Music of Notional Species Vol. II (PAN 74) by Rashad Becker --- We’ll See x Treece (Prod Hyro) Constructions Tape [SWMS/Self-Released] Drizzy Aubrey may be hip-hop’s new international playboy, assembling identities like a collector on safari, but the UK hip-hop and grime scene has been strong for a while now. We’ll See and Treece, along with lo-fi necromancer Hyro, present an alternative to the rude glitz of Skepta, a drowsy, dour romp through England’s South West and Manchester, tagging walls, popping pills, and trading deft, witty wordplay. There’s something theatrical, entrancing about the scenes on Constructions Tape, and they fade in and out of view like fragments from a VHS tape in a Buckfast bottle. Hyro is as much a character as the MCs — the beats on “SNES-CD” and “Krylon” are loose and minimal. “Rizla” is a stunning example of his sizzling, ambient lo-fi technique. The drugs are the same, the liquor is the same (the slang a little different). For those who find it hard to relate to life on the other side of the Atlantic, you can dig the lads’ antics in a tape-length music video, which explores the highways, fallow fields, and windy beaches of Britain. We’ll See and Treece are practically alone in the entire piece, ghosts in a glittering, unforgiving city. –Ross Devlin Constructions Tape by We'll See x Treece (Prod Hyro)Constructions Tape by We'll See x Treece (Prod Hyro) --- Jon Mueller dHrAaNwDn [Rhythmplex] Jon Mueller’s dHrAaNwDn is deep and resonant, each quadrant of the 2xLP package filling a distinct void. Mueller is adept at bending innovative recording techniques to fit his drum-offs, and this might be one of his most elaborate schemes. The excerpts found on the wax were captured by a full mobile studio at the historically cogent meeting house of the Shaker Historical Society in Albany, NY. And if you’ve ever been to Albany (as I have, a ton), you know there’s an odd artistic energy enveloping the overlooked city. Using the cavernous environment to its aural advantage, dHrAaNwDn sprawls its percussive attacks out evenly, the dank toms thumping, jumping, and bumping. It’s akin to those loooong rows of files I used to sleep amid when I worked at a complex housing warehouses full of legal files: orderly, sequential, and all-encompassing in its grandeur. dHrAaNwDn hits harder than a drone-out and more comprehensively than the huge push of air that accompanies an explosion, the sound waves bouncing rustically off the “wood and white walls” of the house. So much more to say, so little space; white vinyl, only 200 copies, no digital version, gorgeous artwork, Mueller exploring yet another avant avenue that no one thought to truss. –Grant ‘Gumshoe’ Purdum --- Amnesia Scanner AS Truth [Self-Released] AS Truth provides a severely ungrounded experience. Leitmotifs abound (water, club, shifter, voice, trepan), Amnesia Scanner build a dizzying piece that is colossally unfathomable yet pragmatically short — done before its working becomes cruel. Living in the tiny turns and rarely caring for much larger than that, AS Truth is the pregame and the function (the buzz and the twitch [the trepanation across the nation (the boogie and the drop) that burrs the hole] that feeds the demon) that wakes you up. I love this album, and OK, in case you’re wondering, I found this for you: this. I guess the surgeon is “actually a quack” but look at him, funny guy. Oh, and apparently this guy trepanned himself. Only later do we find out that ~no~ he didn’t. –Ben Levinson AS TRUTH (MIXTAPE) by Amnesia ScannerAS TRUTH (MIXTAPE) by Amnesia Scanner [pagebreak] --- LAMPGOD GOD SHIT EP [Self-Released] “Hey: what’s happening?” is the sound, and it’s me looking for the voice source. “How y’all doing?” (really though how am I doing?) and I can’t put my finger on it (can’t touch a sound, Frank, duh.) What’s means? Someone put some solid white lines between lanes (as if you could keep things separate, as if we all moved in one direction at a time), someone ripped up all the pavement (“‘cause I’m negative”), killed all the streetlamps (“and I’m dark”) some LAMPGOD blows up the means and throws up me. Cause when you wrap all the pavement ‘round your waste, you get GOD SHIT, the influence of ecstasy of ecstasy. Can’t touch a sound, and in this dark, I don’t want to not resolve: “We gotta help each other out, man, renourish the soil.” It’s soil or soul, this driving both ways. It’s GOD SHIT, the garbage divine, the that that’s happening. –Frank Falisi LAMPGOD - GOD SHIT EP by LAMPGODLAMPGOD - GOD SHIT EP by LAMPGOD --- Dale Cornish Cut Sleeve [Halcyon Veil] Room to think is never enough space as you’ve imagined. And Cut Sleeve is just extra for “t-shirt.” So breathe. So much area to cover. So here we have Dale Cornish satirizing modern house music. Beyond that, the Winnipeggian is using Cut Sleeve to comment on a variety of “scene” motifs that continue with the club-politics of Halcyon Veil (i.e., queer culture, auteur vanity, architectural ouroboros, etc.). Only this time, Dale Cornish provides a brooding outsider mentality, blending dark alley grime and abstract dancefloor narration, settling Cut Sleeve in light of summer nights partying in the park, in a ditch or pond, and never quite coming back into reality as before. Ever. –C Monster Cut Sleeve by Dale CornishCut Sleeve by Dale Cornish --- HIRS YØU CAN’T KILL US [Get Better] The pink and purple hue line-blocking the resistant and persisting declaration in bold white-as-day fuck-you lettering YØU CAN’T KILL US. Through the five-track, five-minute EP and 100+ shows through LGBTQIA spaces and hundreds of tracks, HIRS have made further ground down the chaff of their enemies and turned the opposition into dust under their boot. And though they’ve already released a split with LIFES in dedication to all their lost friends, TRANS GIRL TAKE OVER 2K17, and an underheard release called MAGICal/WANDerful (from which all money made goes directly to Morris Home), we keep dedicating our five minute breaks at work to it. It’s raw and fervent, tearing the stitches out from the seams of their oppressor and dividing it among the trans community, leaving a powerful, anxious, angry, passionate residue that we will never wash off. –Monet Maker YØU CAN'T KILL US by HIRSYØU CAN'T KILL US by HIRS --- Dedekind Cut The Expanding Domain [Self-Released] $uccessor’s scion in every way, The Expanding Domain is simply the planar enlargement of Dedekind Cut’s starkly heterogeneous sound. Chimerizing practically every experimental electronic form one can imagine, each track blooms from chill aestivation into confounding calyces of spiraling noise and hyaline synths. Likewise in ontogeny, The Expanding Domain maintains a perennial coiling and uncoiling, as the final cut, “Das Expanded, Untitled Riff,” gives way to the EP’s opening in “Cold Bloom.” His strength is in grafting his raging and rimose rhythms to the divaricate New Age and ambient sounds his newest project has embraced. Simultaneously serrate and undulate, his sonic palette (complemented by the likes of Elysia Crampton, Dominick Fernow, and Mica Levi) unnerves and calms. The static-wreathed stabs of “LiL Puffy Coat” float atop a ponderous plod and the crushing-crushed breaks of the title cut find balance from a languishing wash and a hint of melody. It feels complete and self-sustaining yet always groping outward toward more. A sonic inflorescence, The Expanding Domain is the further coil of the tendril, the greater spread of the rhizome, the deeper growth of the genet. –Cynocephalus "The Expanding Domain (ded005)" EP by Dedekind Cut,"The Expanding Domain (ded005)" EP by Dedekind Cut, --- Pinkcourtesyphone Talk The Pleasure Out of It [Champion Version] Minimalist and ambient music are the aural equivalent of abstract art. Maligned by the uninitiated for their perceived simplicity (read: boring, easy to cobble together) when in actual fact anyone who has ever tried to paint an abstract on canvas finds quite quickly how difficult it is to decide what to put where — or more specifically, what not to put almost everywhere. And therein lies the art. Pinkcourtesyphone is fast establishing a reputation as the Mondrian of music minimalism. With so few concepts and sounds throughout Talk the Pleasure Out of It, it’s breathtaking how much emotion and mood is packed into this all-too-brief EP from the opening bars. –Marty Slattery talk the pleasure out of it by PINKCOURTESYPHONEtalk the pleasure out of it by PINKCOURTESYPHONE --- Demdike Stare Wonderland [Modern Love] Demdike Stare’s first album since 2012, Wonderland produces prismatic color from a grayscale jungle, crosshatching inert beat blocks and blunt chords into tight, combative spaces in order to glimpse a few seconds of beautiful moiré. Between stark silences and loud silver smacks, loose atoms offer subtle signs of life, suggesting endless, complex revisions — small but seminal shifts into new structures, trickled off from the eroding monolith of “industrial” and fully escaped from the aesthetic trappings of “hauntology.” Fans of past records will recognize the esoteric sampling and tough breaks (especially if they’re fans of the Testpressing series), but the level of abstraction on display is newly inspired, with new rhythms and juxtapositions hinting at new modes of expression at every turn. At its core is a pure love of creation, boundless energy picking up inertia amid extreme restraint, transforming all the techno it touches. The humanity is there, but it’s hidden, in corners and in shadows, as still as can be, confident someone will eventually find it anyway. Stay active. –Adam Devlin http://j.mp/2o8xWPc

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Your Living It

Summary-  (Playing It Cool) He x Y/N (later i will give him a proper name besides he or me) Frustrated with the latest romcom, you two go out for some fun. Smut. Fir @official-and-unstable-satan​ Hope this is what you were hoping for babes. 

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“Babes, can you like, not leave notes all over everything?” You playfully scold as you gather the papers he had scattered across the entire kitchen, and he raced in, throwing his hands up rapidly. 

“STOP RIGHT THERE! Babygirl dont you dare move” 

Wide eyed you pause, the papers half shuffled together when he comes over and takes them from your hand. His brows furrow as he studies them, before putting them back on the counter just where they were before. “A method to my madness, just… dont clean.” 

“But how am I supposed to cook dinner then?” You whinned a bit, arms folding over your chest, and he straightened out some of the papers before turning to you. 

“Ummm, pizza? Bowling alley pizza?” You wince a bit and then he adds “With bowling alley beer?” You nod then with a grin and he busts out in a grin to, and wraps an arm around you to pull you in close, kissing your lips quickly. “Thanks for putting up with me, but Im almost done with the script for Bryan and hes been riding my ass for it.” 

Your hands smooth along his chest, and up around his neck, he had been STRESSING over this thing for weeks, “Riding your ass and pulling your hair huh? I should really call Bryan and tell him to lay off or else.” You joked, and he wiggled his brows, tickling along your back.

“Well thats better done in person after all. I need to see his reaction” You lean up and catch that grin of his one more time, a more playful teasing kiss with a nibble and trace of tongue before you step away. “Give me five minutes and I will be ready to go.” 

“Okay! See you in ten then!” He called over his shoulder and laughed when your middle finger shot up at him and you slammed the bedroom door shut, laughing yourself. Once you closed the door, he went over to his laptop, sitting and staring at the screen. Its cursor blinked at him . “fucken hell” He muttered as he slammed the screen down, frustrated at coming up with the ending. 

You pop back out just as he plasters a smile on his face and his eyes rake over your form, even in damn black leggings and a tank, the whole ensamble hugging your curves. Fuck you looked good, You always did. “See! Five minutes.” He gasped as he took your hand to lead you along, fingers wrapping with yours. “A first? One of many? The world may never know.” 

What a dumbass, you thought but couldnt help but laugh regardless. Going to the car, you two headed out, while he was driving you texted Scott. 

‘Hey buddy, wanna play bowl a round or two, or you to caught up in something?’

‘No! Be there, get that end lane if you can.”

Tossing your phone up on the dashboard just as you two pulled in “Scotts gonna play with us.” And he just nodded, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. 

“Good, he whupped my ass last time, time to pay back the favor.” 

Sure enough you were able to lock down the lane on the end, while he went to go get a couple heartburn pizza slices and mildly warm beers, grabbing enough for Scott as well, there was nothing quite like bowling alley fare, you test the balls and set to put the names on the screen. Bowler 1- HottStuff 2.Wifeypoo 3.BlueBallMC. He glanced up at the screen and smirked “You really think im Hott Stuff, Wifey?”

You snort just as Scott comes in and also looks at the screen. “What the hell guys, come on!” 

You look all innocent and make a pointing motion to your man, wrinkling your nose as if in distaste. 

“Seriously dude? Just cause I have a blue ball…. “ he grumbles as he unzips his bag and takes out gloves and a shiny blue ball. You two just pick random ones from the selection. 

“What? It wasnt me.” the two of them bicker about the name calling and you take your slice of pizza, nipping on the end with a satisfied grin, putting your feet up in the seat next to you. He takes the first bowl, making a fist pump when it hit just right and scattered the pins across the alley. “I told Y/N i was kicking your ass today Scott” 

“As if man… “ Scott is polishing his ball, looking all serious, while you to to take yours. You honestly dont care, your just shooting the ball down the lane, and hands on hips, waiting to see how the pins fall. You get three, well your happy with that. The other two though, it was almost a tie torwards the middle of the set. 

“Hey, I will be back, gonna get another pitcher of beer” You offer when you noticed it was down to the dredges, and he poured out the last of it into his cup before handing it over. “Thanks babe” as you walk a little tap on the ass makes you smirk and a little spring in your step. 

Taking a quick break while your away, Scott stretches his arms out front of him to stay loose. “So hows that latest script coming by the way? Last message I got from you was a bunch of nonsense about how you suck at anything romantic” 

Rubbing his head he sighed “I dont know why Bryan keeps laying these lame ass rom coms on me. I cant write them worth a shit, and they just suck. Im so stuck on a ending now, and my deadline is in just a few days, after already getting an extension.” Carrying on, Scott kinda just shook his head at him. “What?”

“You man, you claim you cant write rom coms worth a shit, but come on. The last two were HUGE box office successes for you and look at you. You are basically living in one.” Scott pointed out as he moved to grab his ball, nodding towards the counter where you were chatting and paying for the beer. His head tilted, he honestly never thought of what you two shared in a movie sense. 

“Just saying man…. thats a love story right there without you even knowing it.” 

Yea, I am pretty lucky. He thought as you came back over, setting the pitcher down with the utmost care. He leaned forward and caught your hips, dragging you back into his lap. Wiggling in place, your legs draped over his, you mentioned to Scott. “2 more frames and the best bowler wins. Come on Blue Balls MC! You got this!” Red flamed the mans face and you tipped your head back laughing. He was watching you, but in a different light, just capturing the moment for himself. Fuck he was probably one of the luckiest people he knew. 

So He won, not by much and as the three of you went to leave, Scott promising a rematch later in the week when the whole group could get together and you were hugging Scott goodbye “Game on, I know Mallory wants to see you kick his ass you know.” 

“Oh I plan on it. Im gonna prime up the ball tonight with some new wax.” 

“Thats the stuff Scott” you encourage him, and wave as he left, the parking lot mostly empty with the late hour and He came up behind you, sliding his hands against your hips and you felt him brush the raze of his chin against your neck, tipping back with a light sigh. 

“You can beat him again baby.” 

“I love how you pit us together Y/N” Making you smirk deviously and turn to look up at him. 

“Girls gotta have her fun.” 

“Yea well, the guy does to.” Backing you up against the car and grasping your chin to tilt your face up, his face lowering close enough to brush his lips against yours. “Im thinking we have some fun right here.” You reach to his belt buckle and tug on it lightly, “Back seat or Front seat?” 

His hands were already sliding over your ass and grinding you into his groin. “Mmmhhh back” He let go to open the door, the two of you tumbling in with kisses and hands grabbing at clothes. You laid back as he hovered over you, your legs parting so he could lay between them and continue with sloppy kisses and your hands pushing through the buzzed hairs on his head and down to his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he rolled them, sure to apply the pressure right at your core, that belt buckle just grinding into your nerves making you gasp right in his mouth. “Fuck baby… “ Scrambling your fingers into his shirt and tugging it over his head. 

He rolled yours up and lifting your head, disposed of the tank top on the floor, dropping his head to bite and suck the top of your breasts that were peeking over the top of your bra, he dragged a cup down enough to expose you, drawing that peak between his teeth and rolling lightly before sucking on it, causing another jolt and moan from you, your nails digging in lightly at his shoulder blades, and dragging down. He didnt stop there, lapping his tongue over the aroused peak and did the same with the other, your bra tightly wound around you while your breasts fell out the top, kneading firmly while teasing the tip. Shortly after that he unsnapped it and dragged it off.  He knew what that did to you, so sensitive and maddening, soon you were wriggling underneath him and in panting pleas. 

“Your driving me insane, I need you. NEED YOU INSIDE ME. Fuck me please?” 

“Since you ask so nicely babygirl” He lifts his head, his blue eyes flashing in the street light illuminating a part of your backseat. He grasps your leggings and panties drawing them down. In your impatience, you shift your legs to be rid of them. He hovered over you, dipping his hand between the two of you, teasing your wet warm folds, slicking your arousal up and down. 

“Cant wait can you baby? So wet and needy.” Dipping into your core and you tighten around him, needing that sensation. “Greedy is what you are, so tight.” 

You nod, and run your hands up and down his biceps, biting your lip. “God yes, so please? Pretty please? Fucking hell, please?” You bucked your hips under his hand and he swept down to kiss you deeply, and jerking at his belt, you purred against his tongue rolling around yours and started helping him, grabbing his belt loops and shimmying his pants down far enough so his cock was free, using your heels and toes to hook in his pants from behind and pull them down further, locking your ankles behind his back. 

He tilted your hips a bit more, and grasping his cock, lined up to your entrance, and started to push in. He was slow going at first, taking his time to not hurt you, but fuck that, you werent having none of that and with a roll of your hips, you deep seated him inside of you, hissing from the pure satisfaction while arching. 

“Oh shit baby! are you okay?” Your reaction misread by him, you grasp his ass that flexed under your hands and you nod. “Fuck yes, I wanted this, go right ahead!” 

Oh babygirl, he did. There was no slowing him down once he knew just what you were looking for. Deep long thrusts filling you, hips rotating to reach all those sensitive spots that had you at first moaning and panting but turned quickly into chanting, your head tipping back against the car door and digging your fingernails into his back, tightening your legs, just drawing him in against you, rutting harder and harder into you. 

The broadness of his chest, was friction to your entire body, burning. His mouth traveled down the length of your neck, nipping right at pulse points, and sucking to leave love bites in place. Yea hickeys were a teenage game, but he loved marking you, and you loved the challenge of hiding them. The car started squeaking with the motion of him pounding into you, and you hid your face in his shoulder to keep from laughing as he grunted over you “Baby, fuck im close…. “ You glanced up, and tipped your mouth up to kiss his straining neck, That spiral that settled in your belly soon caught up to his words, and your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Slicking a finger to help yourself along, you twirl it around your clit, and start panting. “Me to baby, together?” 

Tensing up while trying to leave yourself on the edge till he was ready, his thrusts became erratic plunging and seeking out an ending, you to let go, and scream his name, while arching your entire body, waves of pleasure sparking your eyesight, and above you, his mouth fell open with a deep gasp of your name, sinking himself into you that final time and his cum filled you, coating your walls while you milked him for all of it rolling your hips and clenching around him. His thrusts started to slow, and the car stopped swaying once he stopped and using an elbow next to you, he half leaned against you. His ragged breaths blew hotly against your shoulder and you nuzzled your own face into his neck, breathing him in deeply. You two were simply enjoying the moment when there was a knock on the window and a flashlight shinning in on you. 

“Fuck!” He jerked his hand down to the floor and snatched your tank top to cover your chest, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes. Scrambling, him pulling up his pants, and you ducking behind him, he rolled down the window to see a officer looking away on purpose. “Uuuh sorry officer? We were just leaving.” 

“I would say so son, we got a call from the closer here said your car was still parked in the lot, and there was some activity going on. How about you head on home and I wont issue a ticket, kay?” You are entirely red at this point and tugging on your clothes as fast as possible while trying to stay hidden behind him, rubbing your face in his back to keep quiet, trying not to laugh about being caught. Of course you two got caught getting randy fucked in the parking lot. 

“Right now, right away, thank you officer” He said and once the officer headed away, he rolled up his window quickly and fell back in the seat, deep laughter issuing from him. You sit next to him and sputter a bit, but he wraps you in his arms and tugs you in against him, kissing your neck, or trying to. It was mostly him huffing, and you to get caught up in it. “Baby we better get home, were lucky we didnt get in trouble.” 

“Yea, we probably should” He agreed, but was soon distracted in kissing you again and drawing out deep moans, a flicker of red and blue lights light up your car and you two broke apart, opening the back door and crawling out into the front seats. With a turn of the engine, you two left, the cop following you along till you were closer to home. 

Once you two reached the apartment building and made it inside without anymore incidences, you shrug out of your coat while he wanders back over to his laptop and opens it up like hes about to settle into typing again. “Handsome you sure you wanna do that?” You ask as you head down the hallway towards the bedroom. 

“But I thought of a perfect ending” He states, clearly distracted to your actions outside of the bedroom door. But as soon as your bra slingshots right into his chest and falls in his lap, his eyes widen as he looks up at you, your back to him, shimmying down your leggings for a second time, he snapped it shut once again. “Sorry Bryan, day late again.” He he raced down the hallway, catching you and dropping you down on the bed. 

He really was living his own romantic comedy. 

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