#ariana grande vip

[eccentricwritingbaby]

yes, and?

lando norris x reader

summary - you’re famous, he’s famous - your new relationship is out for criticism with the world to see. neither of you care. loose basis on ‘yes, and?’ by ariana grande. 

masterlist

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the nightclub was hot, sweaty, and loud as you followed your boyfriend inside. his broad frame was your only view as he proceeded lightly pushing through the crowd in order to get to your reserved area holding your shared friends. his hand tightened in yours while bypassing through tight spaces and yours in his when odd people here and there got too close. his protective nature always had you tingly and warm, especially as his eyes would turn ever so often over his shoulder in order to check on you. the short eye contact that was shared also highlighted a smile from you both, an unspoken identifier of gentle comfort. 

when reaching your shared group of friends in the vip section, your hands briefly separate for greetings and ‘hello’s’ as you pass through to the seating. his hand then finds yours again, just as it always does, and he pulls you towards him. 

flashes are constantly seen when you both are out, separately and together, therefore having phones shoved around you both or in your direction is normal. both yours and lando’s manager had emphasized that pda would bring more criticism towards your relationship, but you both were so far off the deep end into your honeymoon phase you didn’t care.

lando’s fans didn’t like you because they believed they had a chance with him. or they preferred his exes. or they thought you were the reason he keeps not winning. your fans didn’t like lando because they liked your ex. or they believed you could do better. or they loved your single era.

either way, neither of your fans enjoyed the fresh relationship, but you and lando sure as hell did. you first met out at a club as he was in the dj booth and you were in your vip area. locked eyes and the rest was history. you left the club that night together, woke up in the same bed the next morning, and the internet caught it all. not that either of you minded, you were actually glad you didn’t have to go through the hoops of soft-launches and hiding from the public. within the next week you had joined lando for a race weekend and only stirred the pot further.

lando’s hand tugged you over to where max and pietra were sitting down on the couches. you said your hello’s and took a seat next to p, furthering your discussions. 

lando lightly touches your shoulder in order to steal your attention, “sorry, love, i’m getting a drink, what’ll you have?” you give him your order and he taps his lips to your forehead as max and him begin to make their way to the bar. 

“and how are you feeling, y/n?” p asks you. you raise your eyebrows at her question in order for her to expand as she adds on, “you know, the media and all,” she gestures with her hands to your surroundings, the plethora of people holding their phones onto either you or lando.

“oh that,” you shake off your confusion with laughter, “ya, i pay no mind to all that, having been in the public for a while or so now, i’m used to it by now,”

“right, i just hope it’s not affecting your relationship with lando, you know?” p offers to you with a genuine smile in concern.

“it won’t, we both don’t mind, it happened with his ex and mine, the main difference now is that we both don’t care and are used to it,” you shrug and make eye contact with your boyfriend and his friend approaching both you and p with your drinks. lando drops down into the seat next to you, as max takes the seat next to p and across from his best friend. 

“thank you, love” you speak quietly to him, he hums in acceptance as he places his lips against your cheek.

“you’re welcome, baby, anytime,” you giggle at his response and he throws an arm over the back of your seat. you both thrived in your own little world, you were not planning on leaving each other or the honeymoon stage anytime soon, to hell with the public and media. 

after a while at the club - lando heading over to hijack the dj booth, you and your girls having the time of your lives on the dance floor - your boyfriend saw your eyes drooping a bit lower than normal and he knew it was time for you both to head out. he made his way over to where you were swaying with your girls and gently tugged on your upper arm, pulling you into him. you stumbled a bit back into him but he held you upright, as he always does. 

“c’mon, love,” he bends down to whisper into your ear, “let’s go home,” you smile up at him as he grabs your hand, beginning to make your goodbye’s and heading for the door. 

lando had stopped drinking an hour or so ago, knowing he would drive you two back to his home. you, on the other hand, had a few. not enough where you were a mess, but enough where your brain and mouth were no longer connected and you easily said whatever came to mind. lando found your drunken honesty to be adorable, your manager and publicist hated it. it had gotten you into a few tabloids and made you topics of talk shows, but nothing major - all sort of hilarious in your opinion. your fans called it iconic, and you might believe it to be too. 

“you ready?” lando turns around to ask you as you’ve reached the door. you peer quickly around his frame to see the paparazzi flooded at the entrance to the club. 

one deep breath in and you nod at your boyfriend, him assuring you quickly with a brief kiss to your lips and a whispered ‘stay close’ as he holds your hand tighter to himself, pushing the door open subjecting you to the wide array of flashing lights. 

“LANDO! OVER HERE!”

“Y/N Y/L/N HERE! GIVE US A SMILE!”

the paparazzi had been calling out to either of you as you both continued your walk to lando’s car and away from the club. you were a bit giggly at their questions and felt the need to say at least something to the group. as if lando could feel it, his head whipped back to check on you and it shook with a slight implication of ‘don’t do it’. you just gave him a wide smile in return. 

“Y/N! Y/N! WHAT IS YOUR RESPONSE TO FANS CALLING YOUR RELATIONSHIP A PR STUNT?!” 

you laugh at the question and turn around, “IT’S NOT!” you yell back with a giggle. the paparazzi surrounding you all laugh as well at your response. you continue to walk backwards facing the group, inviting them to keep following and asking.

“HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO PEOPLE SAYING YOU MOVED ON TOO FAST?!” another man with a camera yells towards you. 

“I DIDN’T! I LOVE HIM!” you shout back with another echo of laughs, lando looks down at you with amusement as he pulls you closer to him and opens the passenger side door of his car for you. he leads you into the car and the paparazzi still swarms around. 

“YOU LOVE A NO WINS RACE CAR DRIVER?” a pap asks quickly as lando is beginning to shut your door. 

you roll the window down and look into the man’s eye, “yes, and?”

your business is yours and mine is mine, why do you care so much whose d*ck i ride?

[angelxarii]

♡chasing trouble - 18+

Synopsis: Sae doesn't have time for love and you would do anything but date an athlete. So when you and sae accidentally come across eachother at a VIP club, things take a turn. You're a game to sae - one he's sure he'll win. And he's just a hook up to you. What neither of them expect is that they were too far gone to stop.

Pairings: sae itoshi x F!reader | smau series

⟢ Playlist

1. Streets by doja cat

2. Party monster by The Weeknd

3. Stargirl interlude by Lana del ray

4. Fetish by Selena Gomez

5. 2 on by tinashe

6. One of the girls by The Weeknd

7. West coast by lana del rey

8. Pornstar by nessa barrett

9. We can't be friends by ariana grande

10. Heartless by the Weeknd

11. Karma by summer Walker

12. Salvatore by lana del rey

13. Same old love by Selena Gomez

14. Save your tears by the Weeknd

15. Die for you by the Weeknd

Link

Series masterlist: ⟢

A/n: this playlist is mostly the weeknds songs ����

Taglist: @vaelils @itoshi-girlie @spacetiex (open)

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Forgive The World

main masterlist | marvel masterlist

summary: a series of news articles describing your relationship with bucky

pairing: bucky barnes x popstar!reader

square filled: Singer AU for @avengers-assemble-bingo ’s Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo

rating: PG-13

word count: 0.6k

warnings: none

pairing note: i use pictures of dua lipa to capture the reader’s essence, but i still wrote the reader non-descript. also, i use multiple artists’ songs/lyrics (sabrina carpenter, ariana grande, nessa barrett, and taylor swift) and this is in no way me claiming to have written them. all rights to the proper owners. thank you.

author’s note: my first bingo! lettsss gooo!! this is less singer au and more popstar!reader, but i hope it still counts toward the bingo. also this is sooo far from the normal format i’m used to… can’t tell if i love or hate it.

music: forgive the world by nessa barrett

Y/N Y/L/N’S MUSE FOR HER NEW ALBUM

By Janett Smith | March 12, 2027

It is no secret that pop sensation Y/n Y/l/n has been dating the Avenger Bucky Barnes for nearly two years now. Since coming back from the blip, Y/n has released two studio albums and went on tour for several months. Now, she brings us yet another masterpiece of an album. And this one is called… (wait for it)... JAMES! How stinkin’ cute is that? And she released it two days after Barnes’ 110th birthday.

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Y/N Y/L/N ANNOUCES TOUR DATES

By Janett Smith | March 19, 2027

Start selling those kidneys ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary peeps because it’s official – Y/n Y/l/n is going on yet another world tour! This will be Y/n’s fifth world tour of her career, and tickets will go on sale in two weeks!

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Y/N Y/L/N STARTS SOLD-OUT WORLD TOUR

By Janett Smith | May 1, 2027

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Y/N Y/L/N WALKS MET GALA CARPET WITH BUCKY BARNES

By Janett Smith | May 3, 2027

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Y/N Y/L/N LYRIC CHANGE?

By Janett Smith | May 8, 2027

While performing last night, Y/n seemed to change a lyric in her iconic song Juno to highlight the fact that her boyfriend was in the VIP tent. 

While usually singing “Oh I hear you knockin’ baby, come on up” fans were quick to notice Barnes’ shout out when she replaced “baby” with “Bucky”.

I think these two just became my favorite couple.

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Y/N Y/L/N’S 2027 WORLD TOUR – AN INSIDE LOOK

By Janett Smith | May 21, 2027

Last night I had the pleasure of finally seeing Y/n Y/l/n in concert for the first time. Warning, there will be spoilers for the tour in this article.

Y/l/n starts off the show with a video of Bucky Barnes playing on the screens and the first song she sings following the video is Into You.

After singing three more songs (Daylight, God is a woman, and Lover) there’s a quick outfit change. I don’t want to spoil everything, I suggest you go yourself and see Y/n Y/l/n’s beauty in person.

The final song Y/n sings is yet another love song for none other than Bucky Barnes. Forgive The World wraps up the whole show, accompanied by confetti. 

After the show I had the privilege of going backstage to converse with Y/n. She invited me into her dressing room and I interviewed her while she got un-ready. Something that immediately struck me was the love this woman has for Barnes. We all know they’re in love, but something about seeing their relationship up close really struck a chord with me. She said something to me as she wiped off her make-up; “I get [Bucky’s] approval for every little detail, if he thinks the lights need to shine differently I make sure they do, if he thinks another song would fit into the set then I make it fit. I’m doing all of this for him so it makes sense to me to hear his opinion on things. Besides, I trust his taste in things, he’s dating me after all.” We both chuckled at her comment.

After our short interview while Y/n took off her make-up and hair extensions, she invited me to eat dinner with her and a few others.

At dinner I sat between two stagehands, Y/n sat next to Bucky.

I was close enough to overhear their conversation, which I of course will not be sharing. I’ll just leave you with this – there’s a lot of love between those two and I wouldn’t be surprised if they got engaged before the tour ends.

[sillyteecup]

It's Always Been About Love And Hate (Now Let Me Say I'm The Biggest Hater): 0.0

Terry Richmond x black!o.c

PROLOGUE

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of trauma

Mention of an anxiety attack

A minor panic attack

Mentions of mental health issues

Alcohol and cannabis use

Smut

Unprotected sex (one condom-one round bathong🧍🏾)

Inebriated decision making

Mention of violence

Age gap (about 9 years)

Word count: 5798🧍🏾‍♀️

Taglist: @rose-bliss

A.N: I don't do summaries, but what I can do is ask Alexa to play Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande, because wow !!🧍🏾 Anyway, here's the prologue and the only chapter I can give for the next two weeks because education. Also, let me know if you wanna be on the taglist. I wanna thank you all for staying patient and engaging, and I really hope you guys enjoy this❤️

~Tee❤️

The bass of ‘Little foot’ by Childish Gambino blasted through the heavy speakers in Sloane twins’ apartment, serving as a backing track to the equally loud chatter among Jazz, her twin Zuri, and their visitor, and favorite cousin as she called herself, Andy. Different perfume scents mixed with the pungent smell of the O.G kush the trio had just blown through defined the thick atmosphere in the Atlanta 2-bedroom. Paired with the heater fanned through their air conditioning, it all kept the apartment relatively warm; something that was necessary during the brutal winter air outside that clocked in at about 42°F or 5°C depending on how you read temperature.

Yet despite the unforgiving New Year's Eve cold, the girls still ran around the apartment seeking each other's validation on the most revealing outfits they could put together. An exclusive VIP-esque club out in Buckhead was hosting a themed NYE party that Jazz had pulled some strings to get them into (she was dating the owner).

The theme was pretty basic: ladies in black and fellas in white. But basic be damned, the twins insisted that they had to show out. 

Andy had been skeptical at first as she had an intense hatred for being cold, but Jazz had reassured her that Space had heated walls, and it probably would be full, so even with all the dancing, sweaty bodies around them, there was no chance of her even feeling a slight breeze. Something that awoke a whole new concern in Andy. 

Jazz finished getting ready a few minutes ago and was painting her toenails on one of the living room couches. Andy, although fully dressed, was still fussing over her hair in the bathroom. Zuri, on the other hand, seemed to be trapped in the cycle of walking in and out of the living room holding hangers with outfits on them, not able to decide which one they wanted to wear. The constant “What about this one” questions coupled with a new outfit every 5 minutes grew tiresome as the clock ticked, indicating their limited time. 

“Girl I need you to pick something as in last year because I told Andre we'd be there by 9 latest, and I need us to be out of here by 8 before the traffic becomes unbearable,” Jazz scolded Zuri loud enough for Andy to hear, while she finished her last minute pedicure. 

Andy checked her smart watch. 18:38. Knowing how long Zuri took to put her makeup on, the time they had left was definitely not enough. 

“Yeah I doubt we'll be out of here before 9,” Andy called back before returning her attention to the mirror. Honestly, a half up-do was the best she could come up with. Especially with this damn custom wig. 

“We? Bitch uh-uh, when that clock hits 19:45, I am leaving with or without the two of you and yall slow asses are gonna have to figure out how to get your damn selves there,” Jazz yelled, all while waving the little nail paint brush in her hand. Andy grimaced at the idea of Jazz taking the only car and leaving them there to Uber or Lyft, and that was gonna be even harder than sitting through traffic since there probably wouldn't be any drivers left. 

Zuri pouted, still unsure of what to wear. “Jazzy, yo ass ain't being very helpful right now,” she complained, waving the clothes that dangled from the hanger. 

“And yo ass ain't being very time sensitive for someone that just heard me threaten to leave 'em behind,” Jazz deadpanned, not bothering to look up at her twin who remained in place staring at her expectantly. 

Feeling Zuri’s glare, Jazz sighed, briefly turning her focus to them. “Why don't you put on that faux fur dress you got back in June? I've only seen you wear it once since you got it,” she suggested sincerely. 

Zuri’s face however, scrunched up at the idea of repeating a dress in a club full of people that had probably already seen it on her Instagram or at their ex’s party the first time they wore it. 

“Oh…really?”

In a flash, any sympathy Zuri held for her twin's predicament evaporated. “Bitch if you don't get your grown ass the fuck up out my face and pick something to fucking wear-” she snapped, causing Zuri to throw  hands out in surrender and retreat back into their room. 

Satisfied with her hair, Andy quickly did her lip combo with concealer, a brown liner and topped off with her new vanilla lip gloss. She spritzed some of Jazz’s YSL Black Opium having forgotten her own perfume in her father's-well, basically her apartment. She gathered her stuff and shoved it all into the large carrier bag she had brought with her and made her way into the living room, sitting on the couch next Jazz. 

“Okay, get it South Side! Ohh, bitch you look NICE!” Jazz exclaimed when she saw Andy's look for the night. 

Andy giggled at the nickname and compliment, feigning shyness and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh my God thank you baby. You're too kind, too, too kind,” Andy said, sticking her tongue out through her teeth. 

“Like if we wasn't cousins? Mmm!” Jazz joked, causing Andy to playfully bite her lip. 

The playful back and forth shifted into a conversation about their personal lives. Andy and the twins had an annual tradition of seeing each other every year for 10 days in each other's countries or cities. Since neither of them had a relatively healthy relationship with their parents or the rest of their family for that matter, they would just spend Christmas and New Years together. However, since Jazz had taken a job with the U.S Navy as a Naval engineer, she had only spent time with her two favorite people twice: Christmas and Today. 

“Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Ten year old me would be foaming at the mouth if she knew. It's just…It's so-” Jazz paused to sigh. “It's too Sloane of me,” she finally managed to say. 

Andy frowned, turning her phone off and putting it down. “Is that what you think, or would that be your second brain that's currently in their bedroom taking too long to get ready?” she asked. 

“Little bit of both if I'm being honest. Zuzu hates it. They won't say it, but I see it in their eyes whenever I talk about work. You know, the first time I tried on my uniform I had to rush them to the ER about 5 minutes later because they were having an anxiety attack and it didn't show signs of both stopping,” Jazz explained, the sadness making an occasional appearance as cracks in her voice. 

“Jasper…”

“When medics took them inside for an assessment, I couldn't help but break down myself. Flashbacks of our momma telling us how much Zuzu I looked like her while I looked like our-like Zach. I saw it when I looked at the mirror that day, especially in that uniform. Zuzu probably saw that devil himself that day. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault…” Jazz trailed off, a few stray tears falling down her cheeks, prompting Andy to pull her into a hug. 

“Hey, hey, listen to me. You didn't do it on purpose. You didn't put on that uniform to hurt Zuri. Yeah, you're both right, you being in the Navy was probably the most “Sloane” thing you could ever do. But it's also your dream. That's probably why Zuri hasn't said anything negative to you about it,” Andy reassured her cousin, rubbing circles into her back. 

Seeing Jazz cry and hearing about the shared pain with Zuri broke Andy's heart. She absolutely adored the twins. Two years older than her, sometimes they were inspirations to her, other times cautionary tales, either way, the only people in her dad's family that she loved…the only people she could stand too. While Zuri was the one that taught her to stand firm in her beliefs and not take shit from anyone, Jazz taught her to work non-stop for what she wanted and to aim for beyond the stars. Outside of her mom, they were the closest things she had to guardian figures. If only they had that for themselves instead of the shitty excuses for sperm and egg donors they got. 

“I know, but it's so hard living with myself knowing that I'm the spitting image of the man that hurt them the most. And that me in that uniform I worked so hard for, had a violent effect on them,” Jazz cried while carefully trying to wipe her tears without messing with her makeup. 

“I wish you'd stop blaming yourself for that day,” they heard Zuri speak from next to the wall at the start of the hallway. 

“Jazzy I ain't gon' tell you again, you are not responsible for what that asshole did to me. None of this is your fault. Same way me looking like his ain't-shit wife isn't the reason why you're in therapy undoing 23 years of abuse. Now tighten up ho, ‘cause tonight we finna cut the fuck up and forget about our problems till the 2nd,” Zuri said as she moved to hug Jazz. 

“Yeah you right…it's almost 8 so we gotta head out anyway,” Jazz said, separating from her twin's embrace and wiping her tears. 

Andy, however, aware of her cousins’ inability to fully open up to one another due to their fractured relationship, moved from her spot to sit in between the twins and pull them back into a group hug, making them both squeal. “Nope, André and getting sloshed can wait. You two have some serious talking to do, so we're all gonna sit here and feel shit or whatever,” Andy declared, earning complaints from her cousins. 

With an eye roll, she pulled out a rather sneaky hail Mary. One they would never be able to resist. 

“I'll take yall out for breakfast till I leave for SA,” she sighed. 

The twins exchanged a glance, silently discussing whether or not they would take the deal as is, or take advantage of it by negotiating even more. The latter was a very dangerous game though. And yet they were somewhat willing to play. 

“Throw lunch in there and you've got yourself a therapy session,” Zuri said as she offered her hand out for a hand shake. 

Andy pursed her lips, considering the negotiation. She loved her cousins to death, but sacrificing her bank account for them was just…

“Fine. But I better see a big ass breakthrough and some tears.”

As a relatively small DJ for hire and bonafide party girl, clubs were a common theme in Andy's life. From the smaller underground venues with an intake of 50 people max, to skyline rooftops with gorgeous views, Andy had seen it all. She had come to regard the vast scene as a second home; a sanctuary. 

And although it was her first time there, Space was no different. 

From the bass thumping life into her soles, to the crimson lighting and the accompanying fog, the warm air that emanated a mix of the various colognes and perfumes along with the common sweat, and the bodies in every crevice of the room moving against one another to the blaring music. 

As the trio was ushered to the VIP section by a bouncer, the atmosphere washed Andy clean of any heavy weight she had on her shoulders. Even though her heart ached for the booth, she was elated all the same. Zuri, ever so nonchalant, craved the rush that awaited them tonight. The year they'd had, called for a night of fun that they'd probably forget about the next morning. Jazz on the other hand was a little antsy. Not only were they late, but it was also by a whole hour. Something Andre would likely be sure to address. 

Finally reaching the section, the trio were brought to a table that was occupied by 

3 people lazily seated on the couches, only one of which she recognized as Jazz’s boyfriend from their incessant FaceTimes and her wallpaper. The other two were gorgeous, for a lack of better words. The woman whose mahogany skin glistened like a priceless treasure under the crimson glow, sized her and (mostly) Zuri up, her rich, deep brown eyes cutting through them with a captivating intensity. Her lined gloss-covered lips curved into what seemed like an approving smirk (also mostly) at Zuri as she stood up with Andre and the other man Andy did not recognize. 

“Gahdamn,” she thought to herself. The elbows to her sides by both cousins however indicated that she had in fact said it out loud. 

“Jazzy! Yall finally made it!” Andre exclaimed as he pulled Jazz into a hug that was followed by a deep kiss. While Andre’s companions seemed unfazed, Andy and Zuri cringed as the couple's tongues made brief appearances through the lustful moans and wet sounds from the sloppy kiss. Zuri’s last straw broke when Andre's hands planted themselves sharply on Jazz’s ass. 

“Okay, that, is e-fucking-nough from you two,” Zuri said as they moved to separate the couple by placing an arm in the near non-existent space between them, making the rest of the group laugh. 

Andre licked his swelling lips, his eyes still on Jazz. “What? A nigga can't kiss his girl no more?” he asked, earning a sharp glare from Zuri. 

“Not till he learns how to do it like he's got some fucking home training,” they snarked with an index finger pointed at him. 

“Okay, thank you for making me regret introducing yall,” Jazz said, interrupting the two before the bickering continued beyond return. 

“Shit, speaking of introductions. This is my cousin Deja, she visiting from Florida,” Andre said, gesturing towards the dark skinned woman that had sized them up. 

The hug between her and Andy was brief, with a quick “nice to meet you,” while the hug with Zuri was a little longer as she whispered something in their ear that made them smirk. 

“And this is my boy Terry, he just moved not too far from here.”

The moment Andy's attention shifted towards him, it had become his to keep eternally. Standing at what she estimated to be 6’2, the tawny skinned man stood at least a head above them all. His broad frame and bulky arms indicated at least 4 days of gym every week, and coupled with his height, he looked imposing. And if his godlike body wasn't enough to capture your mind, his facial features would surely do the trick. Plump and soft looking pink lips he deliciously swept his tongue over, and the well trimmed goatee around them called for Andy to try and snatch a taste by the end of the night. Glancing up at his face, they suddenly made eye contact. His green eyes glimmered with an intensity she couldn't name, daring her to dip her toe in the dark and unfamiliar waters that was him or else he would claim her for his own. Andy's gaze only darkened with a silent promise to make his conquest as difficult as possible. 

Then he took a step forward, breaking into her space. His scent, an earthy, citric  potion that invaded her senses, momentarily disarmed her. Momentarily. 

Terry took her hand and kissed the inner side of her wrist, his challenging gaze unwavering against her somewhat weaker resolve. 

“Pleasure to meet you. You gonna tell me what your name is princess?” he asked her, an undercurrent of teasing in his tone that only she could pick up on. 

“I'm not sure if you deserve to know it yet, “princess”” she retorted, stepping up to the invisible plate he put out for her. A chorus of “oohs” and chuckles sounded from the people around them; people they had even forgotten existed. 

“Oh it’s like that?” he asked teasingly.

Andy tilted her head with a smirk and shrugged, fully issuing a challenge. Terry bit his lip and nodded slowly, fully accepting. Sexyness be damned, Andy was not about to make it easy for some stranger just because they had green eyes and a killer smile. She was a prize to be won, not some courtesy medal for participation and there were no exceptions to the rule.

“Damn, I don’t think Terry’s ever encountered a girl he couldn’t bend over with a wink. You deserve an extra shot for that, girl,” Deja snickered as she lazily flung her arm over Terry’s shoulder.

Right as the words left her lips, a waitress approached the table. Kierra, as Andre called her, took their orders of 25 shots of Don Julio, 4 long islands, and his ‘usual table special’. Andy noticed the girl being extra nice and flirty with Terry, who although playing along, wasn’t really into it. Never the jealous type, especially over men she had just met, she paid them no mind, choosing instead to engage in the animated conversation that was being had around her. Andre was telling them about how he opened the club over a decade ago just to spite his parents. He was around 22 at the time and they wanted to arrange a marriage between him and a girl he had grown up with. He had come to consider a sister and she had just come out to him as lesbian. Although they had joked about it being a lavender marriage, neither of them wanted to feel tied to each other like that. 

“So I left Bel-Air for ATL and my folks didn’t like that one bit. They said if I didn’t come back they’d cut me off and I was like “aight bet”. I took what I had at the time, called up Deja ‘cause she partied here a lot and knew all the right people including Terry’s cousin, and now here we are,” Andre finished.

“Wow, that's insane, so where ole girl at now?” Zuri asked.

“She out in New York on some big time model shit. Ever heard of Briar Vance?” 

“Briar Vance is your best friend?!”

“Briar Vance is gay?!” Zuri and Andy gasped, making Andre, Deja and Terry laugh. Jazz, however, was scandalized by Zuri’s reaction, elbowing them in the side.

Jazz’s boyfriend’s best friend was the biggest model of their time, having graced every big time cover and modeled for every coveted luxury brand by the time she was 27. While Briar was Zuri’s celebrity crush. Andy’s friend group always kept up with her work. Dee, one of her best friends, absolutely adored the modelling legend, even citing her for getting into the business herself. 

“Ho, did you know?” Zuri demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at their twin to which Jazz rolled her eyes before smacking the finger out of her hand.

“Yeah, and something tells me I was on the right track with not telling you,” Jazz snarked, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from her twin.

Light banter ensued within the group as the group’s drinks arrived. Liquor was knocked back like juice and a well-known courage accompanied it. Soon everybody was on the dancefloor lost in the alcoholic daze and the hypnotic Kaytranada mix the DJ had taken to. Bodies moved in reckless abandon while keeping to the rhythm. Hands traveled from body to body in a consensual adventure of attraction among adults.

Adults being Jazz and Andre, and Zuri with Deja. Andy and Terry however were caught in a game of push-and-pull. The pair had barely exchanged a word outside of introductions and a few tidbits about their alcohol tastes. Still, the attraction was undeniable and Andy was there for a good time, not a long time. Deciding to take this stranger home was dangerous, but what else in Andy’s life was new. This tug of war; her and Terry dancing with different people despite clearly wanting to tear each other’s clothes off, fanned this temporary spark into something bigger. It had become a flame threatening to consume them both, but not for long as it was still ephemeral in its essence.

Her body ground against her decoy partner whose name she swore she’d heard. Clayton? Clive? Cleveland? Something like that. She let his palms roam over body, not allowing a single touch to linger a second longer than it needed to. Terry on the other hand clutched and gripped at whatever his pawn granted him access to. Their little performances painted different images of dominance. Andy dangled herself in Terry’s face as a treasure he couldn’t just take like he was used to, instead being someone he would have to put in some work for. Terry promised Andy that once he had her, he would twist and mold her at his will and she’d only beg for more. Their playthings had yet to figure this out as they continued to prod physically and verbally with sweet whispers of absolutely nothing and sensual touches.

They continued to ignore them however, maintaining their silent struggle for dominance over one another through defiant and determined gazes between greens and browns. Andy shuddered internally, she had never felt such a push and pull from anyone she had been with, let alone a stranger who for all she knew could be a decade older than her. She'd probably never see this man again too. Having had enough of playing from a distance, she subtly closed in on her prey, making sure to keep her starter close. Andy was confident, not arrogant. There was still a chance that things could go wrong.

“Dance with me,” she said, earning a sly grin from Terry who wordlessly accepted by taking her hand and maneuvering his way behind her. He led her to a more central part of the floor where the rest of the group had moved to as there was more space. 

Getting through the crowd was relatively easy due to Terry's intimidating stature. A threatening glance was all it took to clear space for them, never once needing to mention his relationship with the owner. Stopping right in the center of the club among their group, Terry placed his hands on Andy's waist and pulled her body flush against his. Their eyes met once again, flooded with lust and determination to make each other fold. 

Lulled into a trance by Terry's weighted gaze and the sound of Victoria Monet’s seductive voice on Alright filling the room, Andy turned around whining her waist, making sure to brush against Terry's crotch. Her hands found her knees, deepening the arch in her back as she gave the intoxicatingly handsome man behind her a show he'd never forget. She felt his hands make themselves at home on the curves of her ass, grabbing and caressing before they finally settled with a firm grip on her waist once again. 

Together they swayed with the rhythm of the music, Terry pushing against Andy with every glide of her hips. Terry hooked his arm around her abdomen and pulled her back to straighten her body. His warm breath fanned the goosebump riddled skin on her neck as she ground up against him. She heard a strained groan tear from his throat, accompanied by a tightened hold on her waist. 

“Fuck, you don't know what you're doing to me,” he rasped, his voice rough and laden with desire, making her throw her head back into his chest. 

“You wanna tell me about it, or you wanna show me instead,” Andy near-moaned without a second thought. 

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he sharply pressed his groin into her ass. The thick bulge elicited a mix between an excited gasp and a wanton mewl from Andy. The pot between her thighs seemed more eager than she cared to be as drops of honey met the soft skin of her inner thighs. 

“Fuck,” she breathed out.

Her mind however was locked in a struggle between lust and control. While the two had been in tandem the whole night, she found herself wanting Terry more than she wanted to keep the reins of their game. Between how much resolve she had and the tension building in her stomach, control was becoming more and more of a concept. That didn’t mean he had to know that yet.

Suddenly wrapped around the arm she had cupping Terry’s cheek behind her. She was spun into her cousins who had separated from their dance partners. Although they weren’t too far off. The trio swayed to Xtasy be Ravyn Lenae, the mischievous grins on the twins making Andy roll her eyes.

“Someone’s having fun,” Zuri teased.

“Isn’t that what we’re here for?” Andy retorted playfully, making her cousins chuckle.

“I know that’s right! Just remember to keep it cute and safe,” Jazz quipped.

Andy clutched her chest and let her jaw slacken. “Jasper Jorah Sloane! Are you implying that I, your sweet innocent fairy cousin, will be letting some random fine ass nigga split me open and eat me up like a plate of crab legs tonight?” she gasped exaggeratedly. 

“Bitch if yo ass sweet and innocent then I must be Beyonce’s evil twin or somethin,” Jazz cackled. “I just don’t want my little South Side to have an even littler South Side yet. Your daddy may be swimming in bands and some change but Zuzu and I ain’t got “rich aunty” money yet.”

“Hoes is speaking French, talm bout “we”. Bitch I got “aunty money,” I just don’t have “aunty time” or “aunty patience,” Zuri scoffed before playfully jabbing their acrylic covered index nail at Mila. “So you better have some condoms or be on the pill, ‘else you ain’t goin’ nowhere with Mr Badu and his little green eyes,” they added, a semblance of seriousness seeping into their tone.

“Relax, I’m on the IUD way, so nobody will be getting pregnant tonight.” 

“Aight girl, have a good time and if anything seems off, call us. We’ll come running,” Jazz promised. 

“Thanks guys. I love ya’ll so much,” Andy gushed, pulling them into a group embrace.

“Girl we love you too, but these damn group hugs gotta come to an end,” Zuri groaned while the other two giggled.

“Girl fuck what grumpy smurf over there says, I hope the group hugs never stop,” Jazz said.

The trio made their way back to Deja, Andre and Terry, the latter two locked in conversation while the former continued vibing with some girls around them. Jazz cleared her throat before grabbing Andre by his chain into a kiss. While Zuri cringed, Andy caught the subtle wink Jazz sent her. She turned towards Terry whose hooded eyes were already drinking her in like a glass of hard liquor.

“I’m guessing you already know what I’m on,” he asked with a light nip of his bottom lip.

Andy tilted her head slightly, gaze not faltering as she lightly tugged at his white unbuttoned shirt. “Maybe. Depends on what that is.”

A dangerous smirk spread across his features, thumb brushing against her lips before he leaned in, stopping right before their lips could meet. Soft breaths taunted Andy, daring her to close the space. 

“You wanna tell me what your name is princess?”

“Fuck, Andy you feel so good!”

Fast, careless, and rough. The way Terry handled Andy was poetically reminiscent of the way she had gone about the night; some would say it’s how she lived her life. Andy thought it to be the perfect route to fulfillment, and in this case, the perfect speed and feel for casual sex.

“Shit Terry, fucking love how you’re fucking me..Feels so fucking good!” she moaned as he practically bruised her g-spot.

Even with the way he jackhammered in and out of her, he had managed to draw two orgasms out of her, having pounced on her the moment they got out of the cab and into her apartment. His hand had found a perfect place of rest around her throat, grip firm but not tight enough to draw breath. His animalistic glare held a shadow of emptiness to it. It matched the detached lust in Andy’s chestnut irises to a T. His other hand held one of her thighs up for easier access since he was far bigger than she could just take. He didn’t even bottom out, yet he had stretched her out so deliciously.

“Yeah? You like how I’m digging you out princess? You like this big ol’e fucking your pretty little brains out?” he growled, baring his teeth.

Although the sweater and chain had already been enough to have him fucking her against her front door and over her couch, naked Terry was a whole different story. For the unhinged god before her, Andy would have risked a whole other life for him. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances..

“Yeah-oh go–I fucking love it baby,” she breathed out, struggling to connect a coherent thought.

Like the fickle spark between them, the way their bodies connected was chaotic. Their kisses were explosive and disjointed, their hands often getting lost and found in between them as they stumbled into the house. This jerky sequence was like a language Andy knew all too well. Fluidity was foreign to her, so this disorganized dance was more familiar to her. Even as her body began to jerk as Terry sent her crashing into another orgasm, she welcomed the violent wave that threatened to drown her.

“Give it to me baby! That’s right, cum all over this shit,” Terry grunted as he chased his own release right behind hers.

Andy’s being collapsed into a fountain of pleasure right as the fireworks began blasting through the Atlanta sky. A long year being closed out lost in a sea of self-indulgence was something her friends and cousins would call on-brand for her. Although the NYE sex was something New, Andy had become notorious amongst her loved ones for being in an inebriated daze of sorts when it was time to cross into a New Year. Upping the ante from alcohol wasn’t necessarily planned, but it was a welcomed change.

She would definitely be doing this again next year.

Soon Terry pulled out with a grunt and came over her tits before collapsing next to her. However he had only spent a second in the spot before getting up and headed towards her open bathroom. He returned holding up her magenta bath towel. Casually, he made his way towards her as if he hadn’t just fucked her silly. He quickly wiped his cum off her chest before tossing the towel over her laundry hamper. She sat up and maneuvered herself under the now stained magenta duvet. Her back against the headboard and chest partially covered by the cotton duvet, she watched Terry pick her top and his clothes up and place them neatly over the stool by her vanity. The naturality at which he moved around her space made her raise an impressed eyebrow. Even in an unfamiliar environment, his aura never shriveled into uncertainty. In fact he had practically made her space his.

“Mind if I sleep over?” he asked simply. His omission of an explanation made Andy snort inwardly.

Oh to be reincarnated as an audacious and unrealistically good looking man.

“Sure, I don’t have anything you could borrow though,” she shrugged.

Terry just smirked before climbing into her bed and settling next to her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling in so he could plant hungry kisses on her neck eliciting an erotic moan from her.

“Something tells me that won’t be a problem.”

An incessant buzzing rang through Andy’s bedroom as her phone violently vibrated against her drawer. Andy groaned, folding her pillow around her disheveled head. She clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth while she patiently waited for the alarm to stop.

And it did, but right as a relieved breath escaped her nostrils, the buzzing made an even more violent return, grating at Andy’s already throbbing head. Another groan escaped her aching throat as her arm stretched out to reach the offending object on her dresser. Her hand wrapped tightly around her phone, instantly hitting the power button and silencing it once more. But her reprieve was short lived when the phone buzzed once again, this time eliciting a frustrated grunt. Except it wasn’t from Andy. It sounded deeper, more masculine.

Right...

“Please answer the damn phone,” the man draped around her groaned annoyedly.

Andy’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering if it could actually be a call and not an alarm. 

“Fucking New Years,” she sighed before grabbing the phone and bringing it closer to her face.

The caller ID read as “unknown” and although she contemplated ignoring it, she figured a random stranger wouldn’t be this persistent so early in the morning. Or they could. Either way, she was getting annoyed and figured that ignoring them wouldn’t make them stop. 

“Sloane,” she mumbled tiredly.

“Andy? Fuck, Andy, it’s Jazzy…my phone died and I’ve been trying to find one that’s on-We’re at the hospital; Andre, Deja and me...Oh my God I-” Zuri rambled, their distressed tone rattling Andy into pushing Terry’s arm off her and sitting upright.

“Zuri, breathe baby. Deep breaths, come on,” Andy instructed, attempting to stop Zuri from flying into a panic attack.

Her cousin’s breaths grew shallower and shallower as they stumbled through an incoherent explanation of sorts.

“Zuzu, you’re not breathing. Stop talking and breathe, please,” Andy pleaded, growing wearier by the second. She pushed the covers off and scurried around the room in a panicked search of her pajamas.With her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder, she coached her cousin’s breathing, coaxing it from erratic to more controlled.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Zuri reassured through choked but settled breaths.

“You sure?” Andy asked, leaving a baffled Terry in the room to take the call in the lounge.

“Yeah, but Jazzy…” was all Zuri could get out before her words turned to choked sobs.

“Zuri, where are you?” Andy questioned softly as headed back to her bedroom to retrieve her apartment keys and ask Terry to leave.

“The ho-Emory Hospital…Andy hurry, please-”

“It’s okay Zuzu, I’ll be right there. Just give me 5 minutes okay,” Andy reassured as she grabbed her keys from her vanity.

“I need to go,” she mouthed to a still confused Terry who still immediately got the message and rolled off her bed to get dressed.

“Andy please, please hurry, Jazzy she-” Zuri was cut off by a hiccup, but before Andy could tell them to save it for when she got to the hospital, Zuri spoke again.

“Andy, Jazzy’s been shot.”

[delirious-donna]

an: thanks to @shinyeeveelynn for requesting the rumbling himself, Mr Eren Jaeger... I enjoyed the total fun vibes of the song choice and it was great putting something a little more flirty together. I hope you enjoy it <3

starring: Eren Jaeger x female reader

warnings: suggestive, not explicit per se but I'll NSFW to be safe, office AU, workplace romance, flirty behaviour, dancing up and on him

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The flirtation had been going on for months.  

Comments that would spin any HR manager’s head a full 360 degrees, bodies brushing way too close to be appropriate and of course, there were the text conversations way past business hours. 

It was a dangerous game, but one you were willing and eager to play. 

Eren Jaeger had this magnetic pull that you couldn’t quite put into words. He was popular for a reason, with colleagues and clients alike. Successful in whatever he turned his hand to, but there was a simmering fire beneath the surface too. He was a firecracker with a fuse that could be lit with one wrong move.  

When you found yourself the centre of his attention... well, you were flattered, and it wasn’t long before you were stoking those scorching flames with playful remarks and fluttering eyelashes. 

Now you were coming to bear the consequences of your actions—happily so. 

The club was loud. The bass vibrating through your body. Your company had paid for a private VIP room which was where most of your colleagues and friends were, not you. Oh no, you were in the writhing throng of bodies occupying the dance floor. 

A little alcohol had bolstered your confidence and dancing sounded like much more fun than boring conversation. When you felt a hand round your hip, followed by an all too familiar voice in your ear, you smiled. 

“Found you,” Eren rasped. 

His fingers dug a little more firmly into the fabric of your dress, wrinkling it in the process. You took the initiative and pressed your fingers through his, moving his warm palm further towards your stomach so you could sway your hips to the music. 

Maybe it was in your head or maybe you heard a sharp intake of breath. Either way, Eren stepped closer until your back pressed against his chest and the smell of his spicy cologne tickled your nose. 

Soon enough your hands trailed up, stopping to give a light squeeze at his toned biceps before rounding his neck to toy with the longer strands of hair that had escaped the leather strap holding it back. 

“Should we... take this somewhere else?” he asked, this time his lips skimmed the shell of your ear and down to the fluttering pulse in your neck. 

With a toss of your hair, you turned in the circle of his arms. “Thought you’d never ask. Wouldn’t want the big bosses to see what I’m about to do to you,” you murmured right against his lips. 

Eren’s jade eyes glimmered, the lights catching them just right so you could see the pupils slowly swallowing up the colour. His hands grabbed at your backside, forcing you on to your tiptoes. 

“Dangerous game, baby... let’s play.” 

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you 

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[xcherryerim]

A kiss On the Lips

Derek x chubby gn!reader | wc: 3.1k

“And if it feels right, promise I don’t mind. And if it feels right, promise I’ll stay here all night” — Let Me Love You by Ariana Grande

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

Warning: Sexual tension | oral sex (to reader) | unprotected sex | penetration | light spanking | a bit of aftercare. | porn with plot

If you wanna go directly to the smut look for the “…”

As you continued to prepare drinks for the eager patrons, your hands grew weary, but there was no time for rest. This was no ordinary night; Derek Danforth, the wealthy and notorious playboy had decided to splurge on a round of drinks for the entire club. Glancing at the impeccably dressed man with blonde highlights, his fishnet shirt adorned with sparkling diamonds, and a black coat was surrounded by an entourage of stunning models. You couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle. Just another night at the club, you thought to yourself.

When you tried to get back to your work, your gaze quickly met his hazel eyes. Derek flashed you a dazzling smile, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of you, leaning casually against the counter. 

Derek scanned the menu above you with a confident air before turning to face you once more, his smile unchanged. "Let me get a 'Kiss On The Lips,' please."

The unexpected request caught you off guard, but you tried to hide your surprise. With a deep breath, you regained your composure and replied, the corner of your lips raising lightly. 

"That's going to cost ya."

Raising an eyebrow, Derek slid onto a nearby stool, his gaze locked on yours as he queried, "How much?"

You leaned against the counter and without missing a beat you responded. "Fifty bucks." 

His eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised by your bold response. "For a drink?"

Surprised by his reaction, you couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at his expense. "Oh, it's a drink?! I must admit, I've never heard of that one before." The corner of your mouth curved into a playful grin as you watched him burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the bustling club.

Recovering from his fit of giggles, Derek shook his head, still chuckling softly. "You thought I meant..." he trailed off, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

With a wink, you retorted, "Yeah, sorry. I should've known better, seeing as how you have a certain... type." Your attention shifted towards the VIP section where the models were dancing and sipping their drinks, unable to hide your amusement at the sight.

Derek raised an eyebrow, his expression turned more serious despite the lingering twinkle in his eyes. "What are you implying?"

You got closer, your eyes scanning the new sight of him. "I mean, I'm not a model." You shrugged, chuckling as your clothes clung tight to your curvy body from the hot atmosphere of the bar, a sight that wouldn’t go unnoticed by Derek. 

He bit his rosy lips and stared at your form longer than intended. "Are you kidding? You're way past attractive," 

"Hey, wow, I never said I wasn't," you returned, flashing a proud grin in return. "But you prefer models."

Derek's hazel eyes flickered over you, appraisingly, before he responded, "There are models your size. And bigger." A faint smile played on his lips as he subtly traced his fingers along the contours of your hand, his touch both teasing and intimate.

"You'd make a good one, actually...and your hands are quite beautiful too," With a sense of reverence, he delicately traced the lines of your fingers, drawing out each touch as if savoring every moment.

 "You'd make a great hand model as well..." His voice trailed off, lost in thoughts of your nimble fingers exploring his body, teasing and pleasuring him in ways that left him wanting.

You rolled your eyes at his flattery, trying to keep things professional. "All that charm won't get you a free drink." You attempted to maintain a stern facade, but the heat in your cheeks gave away your true feelings.

Derek's eyes twinkled with mischief as he proposed, his voice velvety smooth, "How about this? If you give me a 'kiss on the lips' after I finish my drink, you'll reward me with another kiss for being such a 'good boy.' And then..." His fingertips trailed along your knuckles, making your knees weak. "I take you to the dance floor and then, we finish the day off with you taking me home?"

You stood there, processing his words, uncertainty clouding your thoughts. Was he truly serious about this proposition? But the way his eyes lingered on you, tracing your form, and the subtle hint of pink in his cheeks left no doubt. Derek was dead serious.

You nodded in agreement, focusing on preparing the drink while avoiding eye contact. Your hands trembled slightly, a mix of nervousness and excitement causing your pulse to race. Derek's proposition was bold, and you found yourself torn between curiosity and caution.

He snickered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why so shy now? I don't bite." He smiled innocently, but the promise in his voice was anything but innocent. "Unless you want me to."

He winked a sly challenge hanging in the air as he patiently waited for his drink. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, the allure of danger and passion swirling around him like a magnetic force.

As soon as you finished mixing the concoction, Derek took a sip, his full lips moving sensuously around the rim of the glass. You found yourself mesmerized by the sight, eager for the promise of his next kiss.

When Derek finally set the empty glass aside, you leaned in close, your heart pounding in your chest as the electricity between you reached a fever pitch. His lips were warm and inviting, urging you to lose yourself in the moment. The kiss deepened,  sparks flying as tongues intertwined.

Breathless and panting from the intensity, you reluctantly pulled away, gazes locked on each other, admiring their mutual disheveled image. Derek's eyes danced with lust as he whispered hoarsely, "Now, can I take you to dance?"

You hesitated for a moment, the thrill of the unknown coursing through your veins. Nodding, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, joining Derek on the dance floor. The pulsing beats fueled your passion, and you found yourself lost in the sensuality of the moment.

His strong arms wrapped around you, pressing your body tightly against his. The heat of his touch sent waves of desire through you, and you couldn't help but notice the evidence of his desire pressed against your rear.

You teased him gently, your voice dripping with flirtation. "Having fun?"

Derek's response was a low murmur, filled with unbridled hunger that made your heart race. "Oh, you have no idea," he whispered, his left hand resting possessively on your hip while his right hand gripped your ass cheek, drawing you even closer.

As the night wore on and the club began to wind down, Derek's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, the longing in his gaze unmistakable. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that belied his usual confidence.

"Let's go to your place," he suggested, hastily shrugging on his black coat. You raised an eyebrow, aware of the stark contrast between your humble apartment and his lavish estate. 

"Why not yours?" you asked curiously, wondering why he chose your home over his.

Derek's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes before disappearing as quickly as it came. "It'll be nice to be somewhere else that isn't home..." he murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy that piqued your interest.

Before you could probe further, he gently lifted your chin, his fingers firm yet tender. "Let's go," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, a need that spoke volumes about his desire for you. "I can't wait much longer."

… 

"Mmh... oh, fuck!" Derek exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper as he ravaged your lips in a desperate kiss. As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, he wasted no time unbuttoning your uniform, his hands trembling with anticipation. The intensity of his kiss left you breathless, struggling to catch your breath.

"Where?" he asked between frantic kisses, his eyes searching for guidance in the dimly lit room.

You managed to point towards the bedroom, your voice barely audible above the sound of his lips crashing on yours. Satisfied with your answer, Derek continued to kiss you with reckless abandon, guiding your body toward the room with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

Finally, he threw you gently onto the bed, landing on top of you with a primal need that left you gasping for air. The weight of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the evidence of his desire through his pants.

His trembling lips trailed down to your neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin as he discarded the long-sleeved shirt you wore. His hands roamed over your body, and you felt a surge of excitement and anticipation that left you breathless. Through his groans and the hickeys he left behind, you could just make out the words, "You smell so good."

As you ran your fingers through his curls, you watched Derek's reaction, his body melting under your touch. It wasn't until you tightened your grip slightly that he reacted, releasing a guttural moan that shook his entire frame. Surprise and confusion crossed his features, his dilated pupils fixated on your face.

Without warning, Derek's skilled fingers worked their way across your zipper, swiftly undoing it. Gasps escaped your lips as he did the same with his clothing, revealing his arousal beneath.

"Can you face fuck me?" he demanded abruptly, his eyes locking onto yours. The change in his tone was unmistakable; this wasn't a request for permission but a claim of what he desired.

Surprised by the sudden shift, you stammered, "What?" before realizing the implications of his words. Before you could protest further, he peeled away the rest of your clothing, revealing your naked form beneath.

"You're lucky," he whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with a husky timbre. "I'm usually the one doing the face fucking, not the other way around... but,”

He parted your legs, his eyes gleaming with forbidden hunger. His eyes locked with yours, filled with raw desire and a promise of pleasure yet to come. 

“I want to be choked between your thighs as I taste you."

His eyes locked with yours, and you felt a wave of desire wash over you, catching your breath in your throat. There was a mix of shock and excitement at his request, but the allure of his suggestion was impossible to deny. Nodding in agreement, you encouraged him to proceed, curiosity getting the best of you.

Derek's eyes darkened, and you felt a deep sense of intimacy as his gaze never left yours while he positioned himself between your legs. His lips gently grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. As his talented tongue began to explore, each delicate flick and swipe, created a sensation that was unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against the throbbing between your legs, eliciting gasps from you. His rhythm was steady, yet passionate, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing you higher and higher with each pass. Your breath became uneven, mingling with the sounds of his eager exploration.

As the intensity built within you, so did the connection between you two. You could feel Derek's focus solely on pleasing you, the lovemaking becoming a dance of sorts, a beautiful exchange of pleasure and desire. Each lick, suckle, and nibble drove you wilder, your body arching in response.

you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, holding him in place with a firm grip. Your moans grew louder and more intense, and your thighs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling his head closer, and urging him to delve deeper into the forbidden territory. Your fingers dug into his curls, silently begging him to continue as the pleasure built within you.

Derek moaned loudly, his arousal growing with every sound you made. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer, positioning himself perfectly between your legs. His tongue darted and swirled, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like wildfire.

Derek tapped your thighs, signaling the need for air. Reluctantly, you released him, your eyes drawn to the mixture of fluids and saliva coating his mouth and chin. There was something undeniably erotic about the sight, its raw nature turning you on even more.

He panted heavily as he commanded, "Get on fours." Without protest, you complied, laying your stomach flat on the bed while your legs dangling off the side. The vulnerability you felt only added to the excitement building within you.

Derek admired the view from behind, his eyes tracing the curves of your body. "So big..." he murmured, biting his lip in anticipation. His large hands smacked your ass, the stinging sensation leaving a clear mark on your skin. Each strike was deliberate, designed to heighten your arousal even further.

He admired the sight of his length disappearing between your rounded behind, and you could tell he was struggling to maintain control. A low, pained whimper escaped him, the sound raw and genuine. It seemed as though he'd been yearning for this moment since the very first time he'd laid eyes on you at the bar.

With renewed vigor, Derek began thrusting, his movements fierce and unrestrained. "God," he breathed out the words, the phrase echoing in your ears. "I can't get enough of you," he said, his nails digging into your love handles as a testament to his desire and the intensity of the moment.

The room was now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, a symphony of uncontrolled whimpers, and your hungry moans. 

"Don't hold back, let me hear you, baby," Derek panted, his voice barely above a whisper. His words were a command, an invitation to let loose and give yourself to the pleasure completely. As he sank even deeper inside you, your body convulsed, the intensity growing with each thrust.

You countered his statement with a smirk, "You can do better than that," your words laced with challenge, goading him further into the realm of pleasure.

Chuckling, Derek responded, "Is that so?" His smirk only grew wider. "Fine. Hands behind your back." He quickly seized your wrists, guiding them into place and holding them firmly. With each thrust, he increased the force, his body moving in a cadence that pushed you to the brink of madness.

"Louder," he commanded, his voice taking on a different tone when he whispered your name, tinged with a hint of neediness. The demand was evident in the tone of his voice, and you knew that obeying would only fuel the fire raging between you both.

"Let me hear you," he insisted, his authority unmistakable. Your body trembled, anticipation building with each word and thrust.

You cried out in pure pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as Derek's thrusts became more forceful. His command had pushed you beyond any limits you thought existed, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Your body writhed beneath him, your moans filling the space as he continued to dominate you in every sense of the word.

The tension built, each second drawing you closer to your climax. With each thrust, your ecstasy grew, coupled with the knowledge that Derek's release was near. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

His voice was a rough, desperate growl as he declared, "I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are." The words were tinged with pride and possession, his grip tightening on your wrists as if to emphasize his claim.

You giggled despite yourself, the playfulness in your voice belied the intensity of the situation. "I bet they can hear you too."

"How can't they?" Derek retorted, his eyes gleaming with devilish delight. With a resounding slap, he struck your ass, the sting only adding to the pleasure. "If I'm fucking this sweet thing of yours."

He paused, admiring the sight before him. Tracing his hand along your ass, he marveled at the hickeys on your neck and the marks covering your body. "You're already hot, but you look even hotter with my marks all over you." The admission was equal parts tender and possessive, a testament to his need for dominance and control.

You began to sway your hips in tandem with his thrusts, your movements teasing his length with every motion. Derek groaned loudly, his body tense with anticipation. His eyes remained glued to the sight unfolding before him.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, his eyes glued to the sight. "Thrust against my cock." His voice was a plea, a silent command that you couldn't ignore. With a wicked smile, you obliged, matching his movements with your own. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you, the rhythm intensifying as you fed off each other's energy.

Derek bit his lip, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched the spectacle unfold. The room was alive with the sounds of your bodies connecting, the evidence of your passion on full display for anyone with the courage to peek inside. 

Time seemed to slow down, each moment stretching into eternity as you lost yourself in the dance of flesh and desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you to revel in your primal connection. As you moved together, Derek's hands traced the marks he'd left on your body, a visual testament to the night you shared.

After several minutes of intense passion, Derek found his release, burying himself deep within you as warmth flooded your core. His body shook, his breaths becoming ragged as he sought to regain control. He continued to thrust, prolonging the sensation until you too reached your peak. Together, you rode the waves of pleasure, surrendering to the power of your connection.

Once spent, you both collapsed on the bed, your bodies sticky and slick with sweat and passion. Derek's head fell onto your thighs, the same limbs that had choked him moments earlier. His breaths were shallow, his heartbeat slowing down to a normal rhythm. He pressed a gentle kiss to your skin, the gesture charged with meaning and gratitude.

Contentment washed over both of you as you lay there, catching your breath. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with affection. He offered a soft yet meaningful remark, "This feels nice."

With a smile, you continued to caress his hair, enjoying the quiet moment of intimacy that followed the frenzy of desire. Your fingers ran through his locks, a soothing gesture that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.

Thank you for reading!

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btw sorry if this was lowkey bad but i been feeling shitty the whole week idk why.

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[sidneyb16]

Portwell headcanons I think about daily (Rina stans DNI, respectfully 😁)

They love all kinds of Italian food, not just risotto (spaghetti, pizza, lasagna, tirmasu, garlic bread, rigatoni, gnocchi, etc.

Gina’s favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande and Sabrina Carpenter, EJ's favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Mac Miller and Harry Styles

One thing EJ knew about Gina since the day they met was that she's a hopeless romantic so he makes every day feel like Valentines Day for her with bouquets of flowers, her favorite chocolates and romcoms, giant stuffed animals, love letters, hoodies and t shirts sprayed with his cologne, plans the most thoughtful dates and puts so much effort into everything he does for her (did I mention that I like to think that EJ is verrrry rich?)

EJ and Gina celebrate Christmas in July every single year

EJ had purchased VIP Suite tickets to The Eras Tour for him, Gina and their friends, having tons of food, drinks and decorations

Gina owns her own dance studio in Los Angeles which doubles as a bakery, and all of her students squeal and giggle and cover their eyes whenever EJ gives her a kiss as he drops her off.

They plan on filming and producing their own romcom called "Love & Risotto"

They wanna get married in New York at Christmas time and have their honeymoon in Lake Como, Italy.

EJ proposes to Gina on Valentine’s Day at her dance studio and planned an engagement party with all of their friends and family at their house

EJ got Gina a puppy for their 1 year anniversary and their named her Paris after one of Gina’s favorite cities

They went to the same college after high school, EJ studied filmmaking, Gina studied dance, EJ joined the college basketball team and Gina became captain of the collegiate dance team

EJ secretly planned to get him and Gina matching rings with their color and anniversary engraved for Valentine’s Day.

That same day, EJ planned a date at the newest Italian restaurant

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (32)

On the eleventh anniversary of Venetia’s death, I find myself back in England, with Saltburn in the distance. 

The wind rips through my hair, but if anything, I’m grateful - it’s the only source of relief from the oppressing heat of the August sun beating down on me. The pros and cons of renting a convertible - no roof, no air conditioning. Farleigh sits in the passenger seat, a cigarette perched between his fingers as he rests his elbow on the door. He smiles when he catches my glance. 

I refocus on the road ahead of us. The leather of the steering wheel is hot, and burns a bit when I shift my hands. The glint of the wedding band on my ring finger - still shiny and new - catches my eye for a moment, and a rush of giddiness fills me. Since the wedding, every time I’ve looked at it, I can’t help but smile - even though we’ve been living like we’re married for years. 

It doesn’t feel like it’s been eleven years since Farleigh and I met. I can still remember the summer of 2007 like it was yesterday. Endless days by the lake, just lounging about in the grass, talking about everything and nothing all at once. That night we smoked on the roof. All the nights he would slip into my room to complain about Oliver. The first time we kissed - the first time we fucked. How things had taken a turn for the worse the very next day. I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much as I did that summer. 

It doesn’t feel like it’s been eleven years - but at the same time it does. All the dots that connect us from then to now are lined up perfectly in my head. It started out rough - juggling my last year at NYU and teaching Farleigh how to be a normal person was hard, not to mention the part-time job I was working on top of it all. But after he’d gotten used to working, and started fiddling around with social media things had gotten easier. By the time I’d graduated, he was pretty much self-sufficient.

Since then, New York has swept the both of us up into her madness. For Farleigh, his social media presence lifted him back up into a social status he was familiar with, hanging out with nepo-babies and fallen-off child actors in the VIP sections of New York's hottest clubs. For a while, he was something of a club queen until he started leaning more into fashion, posting styling tips, high end hauls and purchasing that first sewing machine. God, that thing was loud. I don’t miss it - the one he has now is so much quieter. Fashion blogging turned into being invited to runway events to designing to having his collection featured in Vogue’s last issue. Now, he’s in high demand to style celebrities for red carpets. 

I’m happy for him - really. It’s obvious that he loves his work, even if it does mean that our house is covered in fabric scraps. And that I have to go with him to fashion events - not really my scene, but it is fun to see pictures of us on E!News. 

For me, it’s been objectively less exciting - but I wasn’t trying to climb my way back up the social ladder. Once I was done with NYU and had my journalism degree, it was tabloid work for a while - reporting on who Taylor Swift was dating or who Ariana Grande had been spotted with that week - until I had woven myself into the industry enough that I could network my way into a more respectable news source. I wrote for the New Yorker for a while, and then The New York Times, and now Time magazine itself. It’s a lot of traveling, but since Farleigh doesn’t work a regular 9-5 he can usually come with me (unless there’s some event), and he likes to. It ‘expands his horizons’ and ‘inspires him to create’ supposedly. I think he just doesn’t want to be home alone. 

In all my traveling, I never thought I’d end up back here. 

Saltburn glitters in the distance, the winding road leading up to the gates, growing ever closer as we cruise along. When we’d gotten the news that James was sick, I’d reached back out to Elspeth, sending well wishes from the both of us. On a whim, we’d sent them a wedding invitation too. I didn’t really expect anything to come from it - Farleigh was adamant that they would just ignore it, considering how things ended between them. And for a while, it had seemed like he was right - until a handwritten letter from Elspeth had showed up in our mailbox. 

It was long winded - of course, it was from Elspeth - and apologetic, explaining how she couldn’t make the wedding because James had died, but insisting that we come back to Saltburn for our honeymoon. Something about it being where we met made her adamant there was no better place to spend the first couple of weeks as a married couple. 

After talking it over, we decided to take her up on her offer.

Which is how we’re here, now, gliding down the road to Saltburn in a convertible, Iconapop’s I Love It blasting through the speakers. It feels like being twenty again - the summer sun beating down on my skin, the smell of cigarette smoke trailing from Farleigh’s fingertips, my hair fluttering out behind me as I drive too fast on purpose. I glance over at him - my husband - for a second, catching a glimpse of the way the sun paints him in luxurious gold. He’s gorgeous. He’s always been gorgeous. 

Again he catches me looking. “You’re supposed to be driving.” He shouts over the wind and the music. 

“I am!” I say. “It was two seconds-”

“Eyes on the road!” He ignores my protests, pointing his cigarette at me threateningly. 

I roll my eyes. “Maybe if you were less distracting it wouldn’t be a problem.” I joke. “Stop being so pretty.”

“I couldn’t even if I tried, Eves.” He says, leaning over the center console to smack a kiss to the side of my forehead. Taking one hand off the wheel, I hold out two fingers for his cigarette. He places it between them, and I take a drag before handing it back to him. 

God, it feels like being twenty again. 

I miss her. 

&lt; previous part | next part >

[wellthatwasaletdown]

Harries are freaking more about cillian florence and timmy. They’re convinced that wiggy went with them.

They're all in the VIP area. That doesn't mean they all went together. He was in the VIP area with Millie Bobbie Brown at the Ariana Grande concert a few years back, but that doesn't mean they went to the show together.

[chaos-vulpix]

Rockshot Rave: Cole

This has been... a few months in the making...

Inspired by my initial Atershock playlist, I've put together my largest playlist so far, all to create the most Clubbing Vibe that only Cole could facilitate

Enjoy :)

7/11 - Beyoncé

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) - Fergie ft. Q-Tip & GoonRock | The Great Gatsby

Addicted to a Memory - Zedd ft. Bahari

After LIKE - IVE

Aftershock - Cash Cash ft. Jacquie Lee

Alive - Krewella

All Around The World - Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris

All Night (Louis The Child Remix) - Chance The Rapper ft. Knox Fortune

Angels - Vicetone ft. Kat Nestel

Applause - Lady Gaga

Bad Memories - MEDUZA & James Carter ft. Elley Duhé & FAST BOY

Bang Bang - Rita Ora & Imanbek

Bass Down Low - DEV ft. The Cataracs

Blah Blah Blah - Kesha ft. 3OH!3

BOOMBAYAH - BLACKPINK

Break The Ice - Britney Spears

Build The Cities (Empire of Sound) - Karma Fields & Tristam ft. Kerli

Burn It Down - AtellaGali & Rvssian ft. Fuego, Konshens & Satori

Butterfly Effect VIP - Koven

Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

Catching On - Elephante ft. Nevve

Clarity (Virtual Riot Remix) - Zedd ft. Foxes

Closer (Xan Griffin Remix) - The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida ft. David Guetta

Come & Get It - Selena Gomez

DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love - Usher ft. Pitbull

Erase - The Chainsmokers ft. Priyanka Chopra

Evacuate the Dancefloor - Cascada

Every Single Day - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto ft. Micah Martin

Excuse Me - AOA

Feel This Moment - Pitbull ft. Christina Aguilera

Finest Hour (Madison Mars Remix) - Cash Cash ft. Abir

Fire Burning - Sean Kingston

Gecko (Overdrive) - Oliver Heldens & Becky Hill

Get Low - Zedd & Liam Payne

Ghosts 'n' Stuff - deadmau5 ft. Rob Swire

Give Me Everything - Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer

Goodness Gracious (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Ellie Goulding

Guaya - Eva Simons

Hella Good - No Doubt

Hello Good Morning - Diddy-Dirty Money ft. T.I.

Hit My Heart - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Hymn For The Weekend (Alan Walker Remix) - Coldplay ft. Beyoncé

I Don't Like You (Kygo Remix) - Eva Simons

In My Head - PNAU ft. Kira Divine

Into The Night - Nero

Into You - Ariana Grande

Karma (Alpharock & Devan Remix) - Robinson

Kick It - NCT 127

Kickstarts - Example

L'Amour Toujours (Tiësto Edit) - Dzerko & Torres ft. Delaney Jane

Lavender Haze (Snakehips Remix) - Taylor Swift

Let's Go (Vicetone Remix) - Calvin Harris ft. Ne-Yo

Like a G6 - Far East Movement ft. The Cataracs & DEV

Look Into My Eyes (Syn Cole Remix) - Brando

Lose Control - MEDUZA, Becky Hill & Goodboys

Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child

Mad At You - Navvy

Make You Say - Zedd, Maren Morris & BEAUZ

Medicine (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Daughter

Miami 82 (Vocal Mix) - Syn Cole ft. Madame Buttons

Middle (Mija Remix) - DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine

Never More (DJ Yummy Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

OTW (Hälder Flip) - Khalid

Other Side - Illenium, Said The Sky & Vera Blue

Overdose - Ciara

Papercut - Zedd ft. Troye Sivan

Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock

Pon de Replay - Rihanna

Rabiosa - Shakira ft. El Cata

Radioactive - Rita Ora

Red Lights - Tiësto ft. Michel Zitron

Release Me - Agnes

River - PNAU & Ladyhawke

Roll 'n Rock - Bali Bandits

Round & Round - Selena Gomez & the Scene

Sandstorm - Darude

Say Aah - Trey Songz ft. Fabolous

See Tình (Cucak Remix) - Hoàng Thùy Linh

She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) - David Guetta ft. Sia

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK (Loud Luxury Remix) - Joji

So Close - NOTD & Felix Jaehn ft. Georgia Ku & Captain Cuts

SOS - Rihanna

Stranger Love - PNAU ft. Budjerah

Stronger - TheFatRat, Slaydit & Anjulie

Takeaway - The Chainsmokers & Illenium ft. Lennon Stella

Talking Body (Gryffin Remix) - Tove Lo

Technologic - Daft Punk

The Girl Is Mine (Club Mix) - 99 Souls ft. Destiny's Child & Brandy

This Is Love - will.i.am ft. Eva Simons

Tonight I’m Getting Over You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Where Have You Been - Rihanna

Wild Ones - Flo Rida ft. Sia

Wings (Nu:Logic Remix) - Birdy

Words - Feint ft. Laura Brehm

Yeah! - Usher ft. Lil Jon & Ludacris

You (à la) - SACHI

Your Affection (fu_mou Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

Your Spell - Bad Computer

[jules-has-notes]

Aca Top 10: Summer Hits 2014 — VoicePlay music video

After the whirlwind schedule of the first Sing-Off tour, completing several video projects it spawned, and then embarking on a series of cruise ship gigs, VoicePlay were ready for some summertime relaxation. For the first installment in their "Aca Top 10" series, they put together a countdown of recent chart-toppers. Recording it live meant that, once they got a good take, there was very little post-production required.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 — Summer Hits 2014

original songs / performers: "Happy" by Pharrell Williams; [0:15] "Summer" by Calvin Harris; [0:32] "Turndown for What" by DJ Snake & Lil John; [0:42] "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo, featuring Snoop Dogg; [0:58] "All of Me" by John Legend; [1:13] "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith; [1:30] "Am I Wrong" by Nico & Vinz; [1:48] "Rude" by Magic!; [2:03] "Problem" by Ariana Grande, featuring Iggy Azalea; [2:22] "Fancy" by Iggy Azalea, featuring Charli XCX

written by: "Happy" by Pharrell Williams; "Summer" by Calvin Harris; "Turn Down for What" by William "DJ Snake" Grigahcine, Steve Guess, Jonathan "Lil John" Smith, & Martin "Tchami" Bresso; "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo, Ricky Reed, Andreas "Axident" Schuller, Jacob Kasher, Sean Douglas, "John the Blind" Ryan, Joe Spargur, & Calvin "Snoop Dogg" Broadus; "All of Me" by John Legend & Toby Gad; "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith, James "Jimmy Napes" Napier, William "Tourist" Phillips, Tom Petty, & Jeff Lynne; "Am I Wrong" by William Wiik Larsen, Nico Sereba, Vincent Dery, & Abdoulie "Abile" Jallow; "Rude" by Magic!, Adam "Messy" Messinger, & Alex Tanas; "Problem" by Max Martin, Savan Kotecha, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Amethyst "Iggy Azalea" Kelly, & Ariana Grande; "Fancy" by Amethyst "Iggy Azalea" Kelly, Charlotte "Charli XCX" Aitchison, George Astasio, Jason Pebworth, Jonathan Christopher Shave, & Kurtis "The Arcade" McKenzie

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci & Layne Stein

release date: 11 August 2014

My favorite bits:

Tony's aura of genuine enjoyment during "Happy"

Geoff and Layne's concerned reactions to the beginning of "Wiggle"

Earl and Eli whistling in flawless harmony

Layne gazing wistfully into the distance during "All of Me" because there's no percussion for him to do

the sincerity in their voices during "Stay With Me", and Earl's gorgeous high riffing

the cute "Did you know they were from Canada??" note on the sign for "Rude"

♫ "We're gonna give you some number 2." ♫ ::awkward pause::

the perfect fading echo effect at the beginning of "Problem"

Layne spitting bars once again on "Fancy"

Trivia:

Earl made the title-and-artist signs that Layne holds up. (I assume he also made the butts for "Wiggle", but that particular detail wasn't specified.)

"Rude" was part of the "aca-Disney mashup" VoicePlay recorded a few months later as part of the Disney on Broadway 20th anniversary celebration.

They later performed a full version of "Stay With Me" for their VIP sessions during the 2015 Sing-Off tour, and recorded a video for it while they were on the road.

"Wiggle" was also included in Home Free's "Butts Remix" medley, which Layne helped them arrange.

A very speedy creator made a My Little Pony fanvid using the audio from this medley in less than a week.

[b0furin]

SHEI. 25+, s/her, audhd, queer, indian-american, pst.

BYF. 'shei' is pronounced 'she'. sb if unfollowing. ocassionally nsfw (mute: usfw //). rt heavy. terrible at dms but also! a certified yapper in the tags. i sometimes make k,.y.,s/k.,m,.s jokes & a hater, but i'm not serious tho lol!

DNI/F. minors (hb me!). bigots. trolls. zionist/capitalist/"i-hate-multis" armys / barbz / swifties (non negotiable). exols / vips / blinks / stays / mys / tokkis (twt has scarred me but idm as long as ur cool). u hate my special interests (esp. bts, ariana, op). also if u love roronoa zoro more than me …. no u don't sawry ¯\ (ツ) /¯

INTERESTS. music (bts (pro-boycott), ariana grande, twice, megan thee stallion, txt, zb1, & more) • anime/manga/,manhwas (one piece, daiya no ace, wind breaker, etc.) • tv shows & movies (spirited away, poirot, the haunting of hill house, only murders in the building, the afterparty, midsomer murders, etc.) • games (genshin, kairosoft) • writing (ao3, discord, tumblr, jcink) • gif making • politics • other hyperfixations & special interests :).

TAGS. personal tag dump here. if you want to tag me in something, use b0furin or shei look here !

[olexxorodnixxsxyswifxx]

Britney Spears

How is it possible when you are about to be fed to a drone

You are Grandmaster, you can't be in situation of Britney Spears because it is just the same attempt to transfer power in other hands as was around Sergey Brin

19.57

2.57

21, 59, 29, 70, 2.43, 2.03 (13.03, eh eh, in the rain)

8.57~11.43~13.43, 2.43

1757

171

0.09

UI that second Ariana Grande respected very much

Mark Zuckerberg is drained as well

119, AS

559, NDA

669, 1331, don't suck

In other words there must be result about drones or we will start changing people because we can communicate, interact, trade, have sex, etc without necessity for you to be Grandmaster and Grand Master

You all are very VIPs but how about such challenge?

Boy, Final Assault

[bandarparfum]

Parfum Populer Untuk Wanita 

Dunia parfum wanita adalah sebuah kerajaan aroma yang memikat, di mana setiap wewangian mewakili sebuah cerita, kepribadian, atau kenangan. Dari aroma floral yang lembut hingga sentuhan musky yang berani, pilihan parfum bagi wanita sangatlah beragam dan personal. Berikut adalah  informasi tentang beberapa parfum wanita yang populer dengan aroma khas mereka:

Acqua di Gio oleh Giorgio Armani adalah parfum yang terinspirasi oleh keindahan pulau Pantelleria, di mana angin laut dan matahari menciptakan aroma yang segar dan manis.

Aigner Starlight adalah wewangian yang mewah dan elegan, dengan campuran aroma bunga yang eksotis dan sedikit rempah, menciptakan kesan yang hangat dan menggoda.

Angel Heart menawarkan aroma yang manis dan romantis, dengan sentuhan buah-buahan dan bunga yang lembut, cocok untuk wanita yang ingin mengekspresikan sisi feminin mereka.

Anna Sui Dream adalah parfum yang penuh fantasi, dengan aroma buah dan bunga yang menyenangkan, menciptakan dunia mimpi yang ceria dan penuh warna.

Armani Si adalah pernyataan keanggunan dan kekuatan, dengan aroma chypre yang klasik, diperkaya dengan nuansa buah modern yang membuatnya menjadi pilihan yang sempurna untuk wanita kontemporer.

Black Opium oleh Yves Saint Laurent adalah parfum yang berani dan adiktif, dengan aroma kopi yang kuat dan manis, dipadukan dengan bunga-bunga putih dan vanila, menciptakan kesan yang misterius dan sensual.

Chanel Coco Mademoiselle adalah ikon keanggunan, dengan aroma citrus yang segar dan jantung wewangian jasmine dan rose, memberikan kesan yang berkelas dan abadi.

D&G Light Blue adalah esensi dari hari musim panas yang cerah, dengan aroma citrus yang menyegarkan dan sentuhan bunga yang ringan, menciptakan suasana hati yang riang dan bebas.

Escada Cherry in the Air adalah perayaan musim semi, dengan aroma ceri yang manis dan meriah, dipadukan dengan marshmallow dan sandalwood, memberikan kesan yang manis dan menyenangkan.

Gucci Bloom adalah taman dalam botol, dengan aroma bunga tuberose dan jasmine yang kaya, menciptakan pengalaman yang seperti berjalan di taman bunga yang indah dan tak terlupakan.

Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet adalah puisi dalam bentuk aroma, dengan sentuhan rose dan peony yang lembut, dipadukan dengan musk putih, menciptakan kesan yang murni dan mempesona.

Victoria's Secret Bombshell adalah parfum yang seksi dan percaya diri, dengan aroma buah-buahan tropis dan vanilla yang manis, menciptakan aura yang menarik dan tak terlupakan.

Zara Red Vanilla adalah wewangian yang manis dan hangat, dengan aroma vanilla yang kaya dan buah-buahan merah, memberikan kesan yang nyaman dan menggoda.

Setiap parfum memiliki karakteristik uniknya sendiri, dan memilih parfum yang tepat bisa menjadi perjalanan penemuan diri. Apakah Anda mencari aroma yang segar dan ringan untuk siang hari, atau sesuatu yang lebih intens dan memikat untuk malam hari, ada parfum yang sempurna untuk setiap momen dan setiap wanita.

Biar tidak penasaran, berikut daftar parfum buat cewek (wanita) yang bisa Anda pilih dan koleksi.

-avril

-acqua di gio 

-aigner starlight

-aigner to feminim

-angel heart

-angel lady

-anna sui dream

-anasui dolly

-anna sui secret wish 

-armani si

-ariana grande ari 

-ariana grande sweet

-angelina jolie

-black opium 

-britney spears fantasi

-britney midnight

-burberry london

-bvlgari rose 

-baccarat

-bvlgari cristal

-bvlgari amethyse

-beneton pink

-ch 212 vip

-ch 212 goodgirl

-chanel chance 

-chanel coco mademoiselle 

-chanell coco 

-chanell 5 

-japanes chery blosom bodyshop 

-d&g light blue

-d&g imperatrice 

-dunhill black

-dunhill blue  

-dunhill red

-escada chery  

-escada moon sparkle 

-escada sexy graviti 

-escada magnetis

-este lauder

-gucci rush

-gucci bloom 

-harajuku love 

-hello kitty 

-hermes twily 

-incanto shine 

-issey miyake 

-jadore 

-james bond  women 

-jlo still 

-jlo platinum

-justin bieber next girl

-jomalone english pear

-katty perry meow 

-kenzo bali 

-kenzo flower

-lavie est belle 

-miss dior blooming 

-miss dior cherry 

-nagita slavina 

-nina riccy l'extase

-olla  citra 

-paris hilton 

-paris hilton heires 

-paris hilton paspor 

-paris can can

-paris hilton siren 

-pink ciffon

-sarah jesica parker

-selena gomes

-scarlet cacarel 

-taylor swift

-tresor lancome 

-tresor la nuit

-victoria aquakiss 

-victoria boombshell 

-victoria pure seduction 

-victoria romantic 

-victoria scandalous 

-victoria so sexy

-viva la rose

-zara gardenia 

-zara red vanila 

-zara women

-zara orchid

-zara oriental

-zara parc floral

-zara with love

Untuk pemesanan parfum khusus cewek baik bibit parfum maupun sudah jadi silahkan WA 0857-7300-9666. Anda bisa beli tester 100 ml untuk bibit parfum yang nantinya Anda campur sendiri dengan pelarut. 

[pewangiparfum]

Rekomendasi Parfum Buat Cewek 

Parfum adalah bagian penting dari perawatan tubuh bagi para wanita. Aroma parfum dapat menggambarkan kepribadian dan memberikan kesan yang berbeda. Berikut adalah rekomendasi parfum untuk wanita yang dapat Anda pertimbangkan:

-avril

-acqua di gio 

-aigner starlight

-aigner to feminim

-angel heart

-angel lady

-anna sui dream

-anasui dolly

-anna sui secret wish 

-armani si

-ariana grande ari 

-ariana grande sweet

-angelina jolie

-black opium 

-britney spears fantasi

-britney midnight

-burberry london

-bvlgari rose 

-baccarat

-bvlgari cristal

-bvlgari amethyse

-beneton pink

-ch 212 vip

-ch 212 goodgirl

-chanel chance 

-chanel coco mademoiselle 

-chanell coco 

-chanell 5 

-japanes chery blosom bodyshop 

-d&g light blue

-d&g imperatrice 

-dunhill black

-dunhill blue  

-dunhill red

-escada chery  

-escada moon sparkle 

-escada sexy graviti 

-escada magnetis

-este lauder

-gucci rush

-gucci bloom 

-harajuku love 

-hello kitty 

-hermes twily 

-incanto shine 

-issey miyake 

-jadore 

-james bond  women 

-jlo still 

-jlo platinum

-justin bieber next girl

-jomalone english pear

-katty perry meow 

-kenzo bali 

-kenzo flower

-lavie est belle 

-miss dior blooming 

-miss dior cherry 

-nagita slavina 

-nina riccy l'extase

-olla  citra 

-paris hilton 

-paris hilton heires 

-paris hilton paspor 

-paris can can

-paris hilton siren 

-pink ciffon

-sarah jesica parker

-selena gomes

-scarlet cacarel 

-taylor swift

-tresor lancome 

-tresor la nuit

-victoria aquakiss 

-victoria boombshell 

-victoria pure seduction 

-victoria romantic 

-victoria scandalous 

-victoria so sexy

-viva la rose

-zara gardenia 

-zara red vanila 

-zara women

-zara orchid

-zara oriental

-zara parc floral

-zara with love

Ingatlah untuk memilih parfum yang sesuai dengan acara dan suasana hati Anda. Semoga Anda menemukan aroma yang cocok dan tahan lama!

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