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Between the Lines

Characters/Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x curvy female!Reader Word Count: 4.4k Summary: When presented with a deal you can't resist, you agree to to create an illusion so you can achieve your actual dreams.

Content/Warnings: masturbation, slow burn, forced proximity, fake engagement, annoyed/disgusted to lovers

Notes: This takes place after the events of Knives Out. Yes, all of the movie. No exclusions. Dividers by @vesearartistry and @saradika. My humble offering for week seven of my Countdown to Chris-mas. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 and @biteofcherry for both indulging some of my plot-talking for this fic!

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You sat nervously in the lobby of Blood Like Wine Publishing watching the gears behind the glass display on the elegant clock above the reception desk.

Up until the death of Harlan Thrombey, the publishing house had published his works exclusively with a new murder mystery being produced and translated into dozens of languages each year like clockwork, the gears and cogs a well-tested as the antique clock on display.

With no Harlan, the publishing house had opened to submissions and you and your agent had made it through the initial rounds of querying and contract negotiations.

But now, only a year and a half after the prolific genius’s death and transfer of ownership to his nurse and friend Marta Cabrera, Marta had sold to a new owner - yet to go public in name, and they had asked for a meeting before finalizing the contract.

You tried not to fidget as you gripped the leather armrests of the chair, willing the minutes to pass faster. The lobby was eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional rustle of papers and the soft clacking of the keyboard from the receptionist's desk. The walls were adorned with framed book covers, each one a testament to Harlan Thrombey's literary legacy. You couldn't help but wonder if your own work would ever grace these halls.

As you waited, your mind raced with possibilities. Who was this mysterious new owner? What did they want? Your agent had assured you that this was just a formality, but the knot in your stomach suggested otherwise. You found yourself studying the intricate patterns in the marble floor, tracing the veins of gold and silver that snaked through the stone like the plot twists in one of Thrombey's novels.

Just as the clock struck ten, the elevator dinged, and a tall woman with perfectly coiffed short white hair strode out, her heels clicking authoritatively on the polished marble floor. She paused at the receptionist's desk, speaking in hushed tones before turning her piercing gaze towards you.

"I assume you’re my ten o’clock?" she questioned, her voice sharp and commanding.

You suppressed a gasp and abruptly stood, smoothing your clothes nervously as you approached none other than Linda Drysdale - the legendary daughter of Harlan.

"Yes, that's me.”

She gave you a once-over, then nodded. “Come with me.”

You followed Linda into the elevator, your heart pounding in your chest. The mirrored walls reflected your nervous expression back at you, and you tried to school your features into something more confident. Linda stood beside you, her posture perfect. In contrast to you, she seemed entirely at ease, tapping away at her phone with manicured nails.

When the doors opened, you stepped out into a hallway lined with dark wood paneling and more framed book covers. Linda's office was at the end, a massive space with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was dominated by an imposing desk made of rich mahogany, its surface neat and organized.

"Please, sit," Linda said, gesturing to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. As you settled in, she moved to a small bar cart in the corner. "Can I offer you a drink? Perhaps some whiskey? A gin and tonic? Coffee? Tea?"

You shook your head, politely declining. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

Linda shrugged, pouring herself a generous measure of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler. "Suit yourself," she said, returning to her desk and settling into her high-backed leather chair. She took a sip, savoring the whiskey before fixing you with her piercing gaze once more.

"I've read your manuscript," she began, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk's polished surface. "It's intriguing. You have potential, there's no denying that."

Your heart swelled with pride at her words, but you remained silent, sensing there was more to come.

Linda leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm prepared to offer you a book deal. A three-book contract, to be precise. The advance is generous, and the royalties - well, let's just say they're enough to make even my father's ghost smile."

You felt a surge of excitement, but something in Linda's tone made you hesitate. There was a glint in her eye, a slight curl to her lip that suggested there was more to this offer than met the eye.

"However," she continued, swirling the whiskey in her glass, "there is one small condition."

The word hung in the air between you, heavy with implication. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "What kind of condition?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Linda smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You see, my father liked to play games. In his will, he left us with one final trick. I don’t know how much of this you heard or followed in the news, but he left us nothing - his cash and assets, our home, and this publishing house all went to Marta Cabrera, his nurse at the time of his death.”

You would have been hard-pressed to have missed the news because it had spilled over into scandal.

“I don’t expect to see the sixty million, and that’s tough, but I can live with that - I’ve made my own fortune, and neither Walt and his family nor my sister-in-law and her daughter need to continue suckling off the teat of dad’s treasury. The house still hurts, but I’ll get it back - I can bide my time. But this? It only took me eighteen months of patience and strategy, working through subsidiaries and intermediaries, to close the deal on getting Blood Like Wine back in the family where it belongs.”

“I will go public with my ownership by the end of the week,” she continued, “but for better and for worse, the acquisition has ended up coinciding with my son’s pending release from prison.”

“Ransom?”

Linda nodded, a flicker of emotion crossing her face before disappearing behind her composed facade. "Yes, Ransom. As you can imagine, his... indiscretions have caused quite a stir in our family and social circles."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure where this was leading.

"My son made mistakes, grievous ones. But he's served enough time, and now he needs a chance to redeem himself. That's where you come in."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure I understand, Mrs. Drysdale. What does this have to do with my book deal?"

"The condition," she explained, her voice taking on a steely edge, "is that you convincingly pose as his sweet-as-a-peach fiancé for two years.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. Ransom Drysdale, the man who had attempted to murder Marta Cabrera and frame her for Harlan's death, and she expected you to agree to this? You stared at Linda in disbelief, and the silence stretched between you, broken only by the soft ticking of an antique clock on the bookshelf behind her.

"I... I don't know what to say," you finally managed, voice a little weak in your shock.

Linda leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of whiskey. "It's quite simple, really. You play the role of Ransom's devoted fiancée, help rehabilitate his image, and in return, you get your book deal. Three books, a substantial advance, and the backing of one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the industry.”

"But... Ransom... he tried to kill someone. He went to prison. How could I possibly-"

"Details," Linda waved her hand dismissively. "The public has a short memory. With the right narrative, we can reshape Ransom's image. A reformed bad boy, humbled by his time in prison, now devoted to his charming fiancée and ready to contribute positively to society. We both know the power of a well-crafted story. People will believe anything."

You felt your head spinning. This was so far beyond what you had expected when you'd nervously entered the building this morning. "And what does Ransom think about this plan?" you asked, grasping for any semblance of normalcy in this surreal situation.

Linda's lips curved into a tight smile. "Ransom will do as he's told if he wants to maintain his lifestyle and eventually inherit his share of the family fortune. He knows the stakes."

You sat there, stunned. The offer was tempting - a three-book deal with Blood Like Wine Publishing was beyond your wildest dreams. But to fake an engagement with a convicted criminal? It seemed insane.

"I understand your hesitation," Linda said, her voice softening slightly. "But consider this: you'd have unprecedented access to our family. Think of the material for your future novels. The inside scoop on one of America's most infamous families. Isn't that what every mystery writer dreams of?"

You had to admit, she had a point. The Thrombey-Drysdale saga was the stuff of legend in literary circles. To be on the inside, to see how they really lived and interacted? That alone could draw readers in if they thought there was any chance you’d pull threads and weave it into your future novels.

And besides, this was your dream: a multi-book deal with a prestigious publisher, the chance to see your work in print, and to potentially become not only a published author but one who with Blood Like Wine’s name and marketing department could be a truly successful author. How could you pass it all up?

“What would you say to four books?”

You blinked, taken aback by Linda's sudden offer. "Four books?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

Linda nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Four books. And we'll double the advance. Consider it... hazard pay." She chuckled softly at her own joke.

Your breath caught in your throat. Four books? The offer was even more tempting now, dangling before you like a golden carrot. You found yourself leaning in, drawn into Linda's web despite your better judgment.

"I... I don't know," you stammered, your mind racing. "This is all so sudden. What exactly would be expected of me?"

Linda's smile widened, sensing your wavering resolve. "Nothing too taxing, I assure you. Attend some charity galas, be seen at upscale restaurants, perhaps a carefully orchestrated paparazzi shot or two. We'll craft a beautiful love story for the press - how Ransom found redemption through your unwavering support and love."

You nodded slowly, uncertainty swirling more strongly, gut churning because you were actually considering this. You could do public appearances…

“A year and a half,” you countered.

Linda shook her head firmly. “No, I won’t budge on the time commitment. Two years is a bankable amount of time to make sure we turn enough pages to fully close this chapter. But I’ll give you six books.”

Your heart leapt at that, and even though your gut was uneasy, your brain was shouting that this kind of deal was something you could not refuse. “Six books, and the first two released before the engagement period is over.”

“Deal,” Linda agreed.

You took a deep breath, your mind reeling from the enormity of what you had just agreed to. Six books. A multi-million dollar deal. And all you had to do was pretend to be engaged to a convicted criminal for two years. It seemed surreal, like something out of one of - well not one of Harlan's novels, but whatever romance author was currently trending.

"I think I will have that drink now," you said, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

Linda's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I find a good whiskey helps smooth over even the most unusual of business deals."

You nodded, watching as she selected a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. The soft clink of glass on glass filled the room as she poured a generous measure into a tumbler. The rich, peaty aroma of the whiskey wafted towards you, promising warmth and liquid courage.

Linda returned, extending the glass to you. Your fingers wrapped around the cool crystal and your eyes met Linda's. There was a moment of silent understanding between you - a recognition of the Faustian bargain you had just crafted and agreed to.

As you raised the glass to your lips, Linda's voice cut through the silence. "One more thing," she said, her tone casual but her gaze intense. "I'll up the advance to five million if you agree to move in with Ransom."

Your GPS led you to the top of a cul-de-sac in the Brown’s Wood neighborhood of Lincoln, Massachusetts. Beautiful trees and a typical New England landscape ushered you up the drive to the midcentury modern home owned by Hugh Ransom Drysdale. It didn’t scream home, but there was no denying it was a stunning feat of architecture - white walls and black roofing framing a structure of mostly floor-to-ceiling windows.

You sat in your car for a moment, gathering your courage. The enormity of what you had agreed to in Linda’s office had been sinking in all week, but this was it. Five million dollars. Six books. And two years of your life pretending to be engaged to - and now living with - a man who had attempted murder.

Maybe approaching all of this as if it was one big plot so of course it had to all work out was a ridiculous coping strategy, but it’s the one you had adopted.

But when the seven-figure advance had appeared in your bank account, giving you more money than you had earned in your entire life, you didn’t have it in you to back out.

If he murdered you, at least you would have paid off your student loans, credit card debts, provided for your parents’ retirement fund, and put away enough money in a trust for your nephew’s college fund.

The house loomed before you, a monument to wealth and taste that felt utterly alien. With a deep breath, you grabbed your bags from the passenger seat and made your way to the front door.

Before you could even ring the bell, the door swung open, revealing Ransom Drysdale himself.

He was taller than you expected, his presence filling the doorway. His piercing blue eyes scanned you from head to toe, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So, you're the lucky lady my mother's picked out for me," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You bristled at his tone but forced a smile. "And you must be the charming ex-convict I've agreed to shackle myself to," you replied, matching his sarcasm with your own. "Can we consider the awkward introductions done now?"

Ransom's smirk widened into a grin, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, I like you already. Come on in, darling," he said, stepping aside to let you in. "Welcome to Hill House Drysdale. Try not to get too attached - I hear it's only a two-year lease."

You stepped into the house, immediately struck by the minimalist decor and open floor plan. The entire back wall was glass, offering a stunning view of the surrounding woods. It was beautiful, but cold - much like its owner, you mused.

The house was a stark contrast to the warmth of the Thrombey mansion you'd seen in news reports. This place was all clean lines, minimalist furniture, and an abundance of glass and steel.

"Nice place," you commented, setting your bags down. "I half expected to see crime scene tape and chalk outlines."

Ransom's laugh was sharp and humorless. "Sorry to disappoint. I save all my murdering for the family estate. This is my sanctuary."

You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at his dark humor. At least he wasn't trying to pretend this was anything other than what it was - a business arrangement.

"So, where should I put my things?" you asked, gesturing to your bags. Some of your things had been sent off to a storage unit, but the things a moving consultant had determined would come here with you had been packed up and moved earlier in the day.

"The master suite is upstairs," Ransom said, closing the door behind you. "Stay out unless you’re embarking on a conjugal visit.”

You scoffed. “Charming.”

He winked at you, then began to take you through the house. “Other than that, you’re free to roam the house, and I’ll stay out of your space. Living room here,” he gestured around, then walked to the right, and you followed him into a sleek, modern kitchen. “Two Bosch ovens, a six-burner range, your choice of pretty much any appliance in one of these cupboards.”

“You cook?”

It was his turn to scoff. “God, no.”

He walked you through the length of it, coming out on the other end of the living room, and then walking through a dining room with a long black table and another two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ransom didn’t strike you as one for entertaining dinner parties, making this more of a feature room than anything else.

At the other end, you came to a new wing of the house.

“This is you,” he said simply. “First door office, second is your bedroom and bathroom.”

You hesitated at the transition point from the dining room to the other side of the house.

“What is it?” Ransom asked, turning and putting his hands on his hips impatiently.

“Linda said a contractor would be brought in to install a door and security system.”

“She said could, and you’ve got locks installed, but I own this house, installing a wall and door here is more invasive than I was willing to agree to, and since she’s a real estate mogul she conceded it would altar the property value.”

“I…”

“You can relax. I’m not likely to try to murder you - the memory of the inconvenience of being incarcerated will probably last for twenty-four to thirty-six months, putting you in the clear.”

You frowned.

“They’re nice rooms, state of the art locks, you’ll be fine,” he reiterated, rolling his eyes. “Digital reinforced with an analog component that you’ll have the only keys to.”

He tossed you a keychain with three keys, which you were quick to catch.

“Downstairs there���s another living room that’ll be for you exclusively and a laundry room.”

“So, you’ll be coming through here to do laundry then?” you asked.

“Cute of you to think I do my own laundry.”

Now it was you who had an eye roll to give.

"Speaking of, all your stuff was delivered safe and sound, but I took the liberty of having some clothes delivered for you. Can't have my fiancée looking like a struggling writer when we're out in public."

You bristled at his comment. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Ransom's eyes raked over you, his gaze lingering a bit too long for comfort. "Let's just say they don't exactly scream 'trophy wife of a reformed bad boy billionaire.'"

You gritted your teeth, reminding yourself of the substantial paycheck waiting for you at the end of this charade. "Fine. When is the first public outing?"

Ransom checked his watch, a sleek, expensive-looking timepiece that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. "We have a charity gala tomorrow night. My dear mother thought it would be the perfect opportunity to debut our 'relationship' to society."

Your stomach twisted with anxiety. Tomorrow night? That was so soon. You weren't prepared for this.

“Last thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “Here’s your ring.”

Ransom reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. As he opened it, your breath caught in your throat. Nestled inside was a ring that could only be described as breathtaking.

The center stone was a flawless oval-cut diamond, easily 3 carats, that seemed to capture and refract every bit of light in the room. It was held in place by a delicate setting adorned with two smaller diamonds on either side. Each facet of the ring sparkled with an intensity that was almost hypnotic.

"This," Ransom said, his voice uncharacteristically warm, "is a family heirloom. It belonged to my great-grandmother, passed down through the generations. My mother insisted I give it to you."

He carefully removed the ring from its velvet nest and held it out.

You reached for it, holding it delicately and studying it more closely.

“And I am going to insist that you wear it continually,” he added, tone back to its normal bite, “none of this on and off business. We’re engaged and there’s no reason to risk a slip up forgetting to put it on before you leave the house.”

The weight of it in your hand felt significant, both physically and metaphorically. This wasn't just any engagement ring - it was a piece of Thrombey family history.

"It's... stunning," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ransom's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something - pride? nostalgia? - passing across his face. "It is, isn't it?" he said, his the sarcastic tone momentarily abandoned again. "My great-grandfather proposed with that ring after returning from the war. It's seen its fair share of family drama."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I bet it has."

Ransom cleared his throat, his mask of indifference sliding back into place. "Well, go on then. Put it on.”

"Are you sure about this?" you asked cautiously. "Shouldn't a family heirloom go to someone real?"

Ransom's expression hardened slightly. "I’m hardly that sentimental. This arrangement is real enough for my mother, and it's real enough for me. Besides," he added with a sardonic smile, "you're as close to family as I'm likely to get these days."

With a deep breath, you slipped it onto your left ring finger. The final symbol of the elaborate charade you had chosen to undertake.

It was near midnight, and you were worn out and nearly ready to collapse into your bed. The movers had done most of the work, but you still had had some unpacking to take care of and moved the furniture around in your bedroom and the room that would be your office. After giving you the engagement ring, Ransom had left you alone the rest of the day.

You padded quietly through the dining room that connected the two halves of the house to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle before bed.

The house was eerily quiet as you made your way through the darkened rooms. Moonlight filtered through the expansive windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. You tried to move silently, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the night or alert Ransom to your presence.

As you entered the kitchen, the cool tile against your bare feet sent a small shiver up your spine. You fumbled for a moment, searching for the light switch, but decided against it. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the soft glow from the windows was enough to navigate by.

You had just placed your water bottle under the refrigerator's filtered, letting the cool water splash into your bottle, when another sound caught your attention.

At first, it was barely perceptible - a faint, rhythmic creaking from upstairs. You froze, straining your ears. The sound grew clearer: a low, guttural groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin moving over skin.

Frozen in place, your cheeks flushed hot as realization dawned. Ransom was fisting his cock and unabashedly enjoying it.

Part of you wanted to flee back to your room immediately, but you were paralyzed, afraid any sound of movement might alert him to your presence.

Your breath caught in your throat as Ransom's moans intensified, echoing through the quiet house. The rhythmic creaking of his bed frame quickened, punctuated by deep, guttural groans that sent shivers down your spine. You stood frozen in the kitchen, your water bottle forgotten as you listened, captivated against your will.

Your body betrayed you, responding to the primal sounds drifting down from above. Heat bloomed in your core, your skin tingling with unwanted arousal. You could almost picture him - his muscular body taut with tension, head thrown back in ecstasy, those piercing blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Your imagination filled in the details - the flex of his biceps as he stroked himself, the sheen of sweat on his chest, the way his abs would clench with each thrust into his fist.

You pressed your thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between them.

"Fuck," Ransom's voice drifted down, rough with need.

The raw intensity in his voice sent a jolt through you. Your breath quickened, matching the frantic pace of his movements above. You knew you should leave, retreat to the safety of your room, but your feet remained rooted to the spot.

The sounds grew more urgent, building to a crescendo. Ransom's groans became deeper, more primal. You could hear the desperation in his voice, the need for release. Your own body thrummed with sympathetic tension, your nipples hardening beneath your thin sleep shirt.

Suddenly, Ransom let out a long, guttural moan. The sound of it vibrated through you, igniting every nerve ending. You imagined him arching off the bed, his body taut as a bowstring as he found his release.

The house fell silent once more, save for the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Realizing you were still clutching your water bottle, you turned and tip-toed back to your room as quickly as possible.

You slipped quietly back into your room, closing and locking the door behind you with trembling hands. Your heart was still racing, your body flushed with unwanted arousal. You leaned against the door, trying to steady your breathing.

What had just happened? You'd come to get water and ended up an unwitting eavesdropper to your fake fiancé's private moment. The memory of Ransom's deep groans echoed in your mind, sending another shiver through you.

You shook your head, trying to clear the vivid mental images. This was ridiculous. Ransom was arrogant, infuriating, and had literally tried to murder someone. You shouldn't be affected by him like this.

And yet, the memory of his moans lingered, making your skin tingle and your core ache with need.

When you crawled into bed, you brought a book with you instead of your vibrator, refusing to sate the lust that had been kindled because you didn’t want to risk thinking of him. If you couldn’t resist him the first night living under the same roof, there would be no hope for you to make it two years.

And so you read until your eyes drooped and you were finally succumbed to sleep.

HAPPY KNIVES OUT NOVEMBER! It seemed like an appropriate point during the Countdown to Chris-mas to finally buckle down and write my first Ransom fic!

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The Interview Series: Best Wrapper - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You and Chris sit down with BuzzFeed to wrap some presents and answer some questions

Word Count: 590

Warnings: Fluff! Dialogue Heavy!

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“Oh god I’m nervous” Chris chuckles nervously as you both sit down at the table full of gifts and wrapping supplies.

“Why it's only gift wrapping” you laugh.

“Yeah but I’m terrible at wrapping so mine are gonna look like rubbish compared to yours” Chris points out laughing as he gestures to all the supplies.

“It is a competition” one of the crew calls out.

“It is!?” Chris exclaims “yeah I’m so gonna lose, gahd I hate losing”

“And that’s why we don’t play charades at family game night,” you say knowingly.

Chris just rolls his eyes “alright let's get this over with” he sighs waiting for the cue to go “Hi I’m Chris Evans”

“And I’m Y/N Evans, and we’re gonna be answering Christmas questions while wrapping presents” you smile gesturing to the table in front of you.

“I’m so gonna lose” Chris mutters again, shaking his head.

The two of you grab your first presents and begin wrapping them all up “what is your favourite part of the holidays?” A member of the crew asks.

“Uhh” you hum, brows furrowed in concentration as you wrapped “I love the cosiness of it all, there’s nothing better than getting cosy in front of the fire, snow falling outside”

Chris hums in agreement “yeah and it's the time we’re all back home and we get a long period of time with the family which is what I love”

“What is the best gift you’ve received?” The crew ask.

“Well, are we talking about recently or as a kid? Because I can remember getting a Han Solo toy as a kid and it being the best thing ever” Chris laughs.

“Yeah I’d say as a kid the first American girl doll I got was pretty special, but recently the getaway to New Hampshire was a nice gift from you,” you say looking over at Chris.

“Yeah that was fun, we should try and go again sometime” Chris agrees, shaking his hand as he got sticky tape stuck to it.

“Who is the best gift giver in the family?” The crew ask.

“Our ma’s are pretty good, I think they must work together to get everyone the perfect gift,” Chris says “goddamnit this tape” he curses shaking his hand again.

You chuckle quickly helping him out “yeah they seem to know what you need before we even realise it” you agree.

“Who’s the worst gift giver?”

“Scott” you both answer without hesitation.

“I mean that’s a bit harsh but yeah his gifts are always some form of a joke” Chris explains.

“What is your favourite Christmas song?”

“Oh that’s a tough one,” Chris says shaking his head “I mean you gotta say the classics like driving home for Christmas”

“Yeah I like the Paul McCartney one, it feels very festive, but out of the new ones Christmas Tree Farm is amazing, it feels like a Christmas movie and sounds really timeless it’s hard to believe it's not been out for decades” you answer.

The two of you continue to wrap presents and answer questions about Christmas until all the presents were wrapped. The crew have a quick look over the present before announcing the winner.

“And the winner is Y/N!” They say passing you a BuzzFeed Christmas decoration.

“Outrageous” Chris mutters shaking his head “this is just avant-garde,” he says holding up his poorly wrapped presents.

“Well considering we live together we can share it” you offer chuckling at him.

He gives you a lopsided smirk “I can live with that”

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Cash in my prize:

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warnings: smut, shit writing

note: don't read if you're a little bitch..

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i went along with the triplets to film them at the american ninja warrior park.

as everyone knows chris constantly flirts with me as a joke to get me all flustered, sooooo in return, ill do the same.

they started off on an inflatable wall climb..

"come on y/n, you try!" nic says.

"nah id rather climb chris instead" i say while winking at chris.

"Y/NN!!"

they move on to the obstacle course..

"chris if you make it before nick ill give you a big kiss"

chris turns to me wide eyed and gets a head start before the countdown.

he makes it to the finish before nic, "congrats monkey but we can save your prize for later." i wink again.

i cant tell if he's red from blushing or if hes just overworked. either way, still cute.

the good finally make their way to the wall, starting off small they go to the lowest one.

chris comes down from it using the pole to slide down.

"if i did that with less clothes its worth a million bucks" he comments.

"i gotta put in a loan."

"shut up" chris chuckles.

we get back to the house and the guys are so tired that they go shower then bed immediately. or so i thought.

what i didn't know what chris was waiting out in his room for his brothers to go to sleep so that he could come up and have a little talk with me.

chris' pov:

i go upstairs to see y/n sitting on her phone in the living room. she thinks she's so funny flirting with me all day getting me all nervous and shit.

i walk up to her and sit down putting my arm around her.

"christopher did you shower? you stink dude." she giggles.

"think you're funny?"

"usually.."

"im talking about earlier. trying to make me nervous or what?"

"so you can jokingly flirt but i can't?" she backs away.

pulling her close i get in her face, "i was never joking."

she looks at me confused, flustered, needy..

i grab her face and smash my lips onto hers, she doesn't pull away. surprising.

seconds go by and i pull away, "just had to cash in my prize. ill go ahead and shower now"

"can i- can i come too?"

i smile and start walking to my room.

y/n's pov:

next thing i know we're in his shower.

"get on your knees pretty girl" he says softly.

i do as i'm told and look up at him waiting for further instruction.

he plays with my wet hair watching me reach for his already hard cock. "good girl baby, keep listening and there shouldn't be any problems."

"yes sir" he laughs at this.

he grabs my hair harshly lifting my head to look at him, "suck" is all he says.

i try my best to fit all of him in my mouth he doesn't give me much of a chance before thrusting himself down my throat completely.

i choke at the length, if the water wasn't showered down on me he'd see the tears falling from my eyes.

he continues fucking my throat without giving me any breaks. he looks down at me, "such a good girl, god y/n- feels s'good."

"nothing to say pretty girl?" he laughs, "fuck gonna take my cum like the good little slut you are?"

i nod my head with him still in my mouth.

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and resting his dick on my tongue, cumming in my mouth.

"such a good little slut baby."

"chris please- need more"

he grabs my chin petting my face, "tell me what you want"

"want you inside me chris please"

"you got it ma." he smiles helping me up, he grabs my face and kisses me gently, "ive waited too long for this."

"me too."

he turns me around and smacks my ass, bending me over chris rubs his dick up and down my hole. "you ready ma?"

"yes chris please hurry-" im cut off completely by chris entering me with full force. "FUCK"

"shit ma you're so wet just for me, feel so good might cum already"

"chris harder- FUCK" he puts a hand on my shoulder and another on my waist getting a better grip.

"oh god baby you're so tight, you gonna cum for me?"

"yes yes ye- shit" i feel myself pulse around him "just like that chris fuck"

"cum all over me pretty girl, c'mon" and with that i release everything onto him, my legs shake as he continues to thrust inside of me sloppily.

just then he pulls out at loses it all over my ass and lower back. he spins me around again holding me up so i don't fall.

he gives me a peck on the lips, "you're so pretty."

"you're such a flirt."

"says you."

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⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ :  𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, it's time for the race to start. The crowd around us quiets down, anticipation hanging in the air as the racers settle into their cars.

I climb into my car, my heart pounding with adrenaline and excitement. This race has been building up all evening, and now it's time to put my skills to the test.

As I buckle my seatbelt and grip the steering wheel tightly, I can feel my focus sharpening. This race is important. Not only do I want to win, but I also want to prove myself to the others, especially Chris.

I glance over at the other racers, catching Chris's eye for a brief moment before he looks away. His expression is unreadable, but I'm sure he's just as determined as I am to win tonight.

The starter's voice rings out through the loudspeaker, signaling the countdown. I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves and preparing myself for the race.

3...2...1...!

The loud sound signals the start of the race, and I press down on the gas pedal, my engine roaring to life as I speed forward.

I surge ahead, my car accelerating rapidly and taking the lead. The wind rushes past me, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I focus on the track ahead.

The other racers try to keep up, but I manage to stay ahead, driving with intense focus and precision. My car glides smoothly over the track, each turn and corner handled with ease.

The race takes off and we speed through the city streets, passing iconic landmarks and neon lights flying by. We dodge in and out of the maze-like maze of roads, the city's energy fueling our adrenaline.

The other racers try to catch up, but I keep my lead, weaving through traffic and making sharp turns with skill and finesse. My heart races as I navigate the streets, the sound of engines rumbling and tires screeching echoing in my ears.

As I race, I'm acutely aware that we are participating in illegal street racing. The thrill of doing something taboo adds an extra adrenaline rush to the whole experience, making the race even more intense and exciting.

As I focus on the road ahead, I hear a loud engine roar behind me. I glance in the rearview mirror to see Chris closing the gap between us, his car gaining speed as he attempts to overtake me.

He's pulling out all the stops, pushing his car to the limit and taking riskier turns to catch up to me. I can feel the pressure mounting as I try to maintain my lead, but Chris is not making it easy.

As we approach a tight turn, I execute a perfect drift, my car sliding sideways around the corner with precision. But to my surprise, Chris follows suit, his car also drifting around the turn in perfect synchronization with mine.

As we leave the other drivers behind, it's just me and Chris now, our cars side by side as we race through the city streets. The thrill of the competition heightens as we push each other to our limits.

The road ahead is clear, and we speed forward, the only sound the roar of our engines and the wind howling past us. We dodge in and out of traffic, the city's lights becoming a blur as we focus on nothing but beating each other.

Driving side by side, Chris glances over at me with a cocky smirk before yelling out through his open window, “You're not getting away that easily, Ma!”

His voice is a mix of tease and competition, his confidence seeping through every word. I narrow my eyes, focusing even more intently on the road ahead.

As Chris tries to taunt me with his snarky remarks, I catch a glimpse of an upcoming side street that I know like the back of my hand. With a smirk, I think to myself, “Watch me.”

I quickly steer my car onto the side street at the last moment, cutting through a short route that I know will give me an advantage. The other racers continue down the main road, unaware of the shortcut I've just taken.

The side street is narrow and dark, but I don't slow down. My car hugs the corners and weaves through the darkness with ease, my knowledge of the area coming in handy. The sounds of the main road fade into the background as I continue on my secret path.

After a few moments, I find myself emerging back onto the main road, a small but significant distance ahead of the other racers. I glance in the rearview mirror and catch a glimpse of their bewildered expressions as they realize I've made use of the unexpected shortcut.

As I focus on the road ahead, I occasionally glance into my mirrors to check on the other racers. I notice that Chris's car is nowhere to be seen, but then, I see the unmistakable orange glow of his corvette c8 as it turns the corner and comes into view behind me.

As the orange corvette appears in the mirrors, I can't help but let out a frustrated sigh. “C'mon, Christopher, give me a break!” I mutter under my breath. How did he manage to catch up so quickly?

Despite my annoyance, a small part of me can't help but feel impressed. Chris is a skilled driver, there's no doubt about that. But that doesn't make it any easier to accept his determination to catch up to me.

I'm slightly taken aback by the fact that Chris has managed to catch up to me so quickly. It's not just anyone who can keep up with my skill, but here he is, closing the gap between us with every turn. Despite my competitive nature, a small part of me acknowledges the sheer talent that Chris possesses.

I quickly shake off the thought and refocus my attention on the race ahead. I can't let myself be distracted by his skills, no matter how impressive they may be.

The sound of the engine roaring and tires screeching fills the air as I navigate the streets with skill and precision. I glance back in the mirror and see Chris's corvette gaining ground, his determination evident in his intense expression.

But I refuse to let him get too close. I make use of every shortcut and maneuver available to me, pushing my car to its limits and hoping to stay just out of his reach.

The finish line comes into view, the roaring crowds surrounding the race adding to the intensity of the moment. The other racers are still far behind, and it's clear that it's a battle between me and Chris.

As the finish line approaches, Chris's corvette draws closer and closer to my car. The gap between us is tightening, but I refuse to give up the lead. My hands grip the wheel tightly, my focus locked on crossing the line first. The crowd's cheers are deafening, and I can feel the tension in the air.

With a final burst of speed and determination, I cross the finish line first, my car gliding smoothly across the mark. The crowds erupt in cheering and applause, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement and satisfaction. I glance in my mirrors and see Chris's corvette following behind me, his expression a mix of irritation and respect.

I can't help but feel a sense of victory and pride as I realize that I've won the race. It feels good to know that I've been able to prove myself as a skilled racer, even against someone as talented as Chris. As I slow down my car and the adrenaline starts to wear off, I can feel the exhaustion setting in, but it's a good kind of exhaustion— the kind that comes after a hard-earned victory.

As I step out of my car, a wave of congratulations and pats on the back greets me. The energy from the crowd is high, and everyone seems to be showering me with praise and admiration. People congratulate me on a job well done, and I can't help but feel a sense of fulfillment and happiness.

Chris steps out of his car, a cocky smile on his face. He walks towards me and holds out his hand, saying, “Congrats, you drove well tonight.”

I look at him for a moment, the mix of satisfaction and frustration from the close race bubbling to the surface. I take a deep breath, refusing to let his cocky demeanor get to me.

Then, suddenly, I snap. The adrenaline and emotions from the race still coursing through me, I can't help but unleash on him.

“You could at least act a little humbled,” I retort, narrowing my eyes. “I beat you fair and square, you know.”

I shake my head and let out a small sigh, a smirk on my face. It's no surprise that Chris is still acting cocky despite losing. He's been like this as long as I've known him, and I doubt anything I say or do will change that.

“You're unbelievable, you know that?” I say, half-amused, half-exasperated.

“Unbelievable in a good way or a bad way?” Chris responds with a sly grin. He leans back against his car, crossing his arms and maintaining his confident demeanor.

As I'm about to respond to Chris, I'm interrupted by the sound of someone approaching and clapping their hands. I turn to see who it is and immediately recognize the person. My expression changes to a mix of annoyance and discomfort.

A sense of unease washes over me as I recognize the person approaching. This isn't someone I'm happy to see, and their sudden appearance only adds to the tension of the moment.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Top Songs of 1986 - Hits of 1986 Top Songs of 1986 including: Alphaville - Dance With Me, Bangles - Manic Monday, Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian, Berlin - Take My Breath Away, Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer, Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name, Chris De Burgh - The Lady In Red and many more! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. Al Bano & Romina Power - Sempre Sempre 2. Alaska y Dinarama - ¿A Quién Le Importa? 3. Alphaville - Dance With Me 4. Ana Belén y Víctor Manuel - La Puerta de Alcalá 5. Bangles - Manic Monday 6. Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian 7. Berlin - Take My Breath Away 8. Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer 9. Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name 10. Bruce & Bongo - Geil 11. Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is 12. C.C. Catch - Cause You Are Young 13. C.C. Catch - Heartbreak Hotel 14. Chris De Burgh - The Lady In Red 15. Chris Norman - Midnight Lady 16. Cock Robin - The Promise You Made 17. Communards - Don't Leave Me This Way 18. Communards - So Cold The Night 19. Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over 20. Cutting Crew - (I Just) Died In Your Arms 21. Cyndi Lauper - True Colours 22. Desireless - Voyage, Voyage 23. Dionne Warwick - That's What Friends Are For 24. Duran Duran - Notorious 25. Electric Light Orchestra - Calling America 26. Erasure - Sometimes 27. Eros Ramazzotti - Adesso tu 28. Europe - Rock the Night 29. Europe - The Final Countdown 30. Falco - Coming Home Jeanny Part 2 31. Genesis - Invisible Touch 32. Genesis - Land Of Confusion 33. George Michael - A Different Corner 34. Heart - These Dreams 35. Hombres G - Marta tiene un marcapasos 36. Housemartins - Caravan of Love 37. Housemartins - Happy Hour 38. Images - Les Démons de Minuit 39. Jeanne Mas - En Rouge Et Noir 40. Joanna - Um Sonho A Dois 41. John Farnham - You're The Voice 42. Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hanging On 43. Level 42 - Lessons in Love 44. Madonna - Open Your Heart 45. Madonna - Papa Don't Preach 46. Madonna - True Blue 47. Matia Bazar - Ti Sento 48. MC Miker G & DJ Sven - Holiday Rap 49. Mel & Kim - Showing Out (Get Fresh at the Weekend) 50. Metallica - Master Of Puppets 51. Miguel Bosé - Nena 52. Modern Talking - Atlantis Is Calling (S.O.S. For Love) 53. Modern Talking - Brother Louie 54. Münchener Freiheit - Ohne dich 55. Münchener Freiheit - Tausendmal Du 56. Nick Kamen - Each Time You Break My Heart 57. Off - Electrica Salsa 58. Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - If You Leave 59. Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities (Let's Make Lots Of Money) 60. Pet Shop Boys - Suburbia 61. Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls 62. Peter Cetera - Glory Of Love 63. Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 64. Pretenders - Don't Get Me Wrong 65. Prince - Kiss 66. Queen - A Kind of Magic 67. Queen - Friends Will Be Friends 68. Robbie Nevil - C'est La Vie 69. Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 70. RUN DMC & Aerosmith - Walk This Way 71. Samantha Fox - Touch Me 72. Simply Red - Holding Back The Years 73. Spagna - Easy Lady 74. Stephanie - Ouragan 75. Survivor - Burning Heart 76. The Human League - Human 77. The Rolling Stones - Harlem Shuffle 78. Tina Turner - Typical Male 79. Wham! - The Edge Of Heaven 80. Whitney Houston - Greatest Love Of All Related Searches: Greatest Hits of 1986, Best Jukebox 1986 Playlist, Late 1986 Non Stop , Top 1986 Non Stop, Mix 1986 Compilation, Best 1986 List, Late 1986 UK, Best 1986 Playlist, Best 1986 Non Stop, Best 1986 Video, Greatest 1986 Non Stop, Mix 1986 Playlist, Best Jukebox 1986 List, List of 1986 Mix, Top 1986 USA, Best Songs of 1986, Top Music 1986, Hits of 1986 Relate Hashtags: #songsof1986 #hits1986 #songs1986 #listof1986mix #hits1986 #bestsongs1986 #classic1986playlist #greatest1986nonstop #best1986list #best1986video #top1986mix #greatest1986video #mix1986playlist #top1986nonstop #mix1986compilation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QjbBNqYnps

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Chris has been going to Disney World for almost 40 years. He has posted pictures of him as like a 4 year old at Disney. He talks extensively about how he loves going this Disney every year with his family. About how they have a countdown to when they go and how they text about it. In what world would a woman enter into this situation as a catalyst for the trip? Are you the same anon who was like Ohhhh he bought a plant? Bet it’s for a woman. Separately, to answer other questions- Disney World is about 10x bigger than Disneyland and is substantially closer to MA. He flies his family down there. Schools are closed for most of the week for the holiday so it’s not like they had to take the kids out in order to do the trip. And he probably doesn’t have a bidet so I guess he is wiping.

That last sentence tho

[foxydivaxx]

Goddess Awakening Chapter 5

"Feyi don't do it!" Sade warns. Feyi finally decided to let her family in on it because they and the Adebites have a dark history with each other. Both families used to be friends until a public spat between Chief Adebite and Chief Badmus drove both families apart. What that spat was about is anyone's guess.

"Feyi, Chris humiliated you at that party years ago!! He could humiliate you again!!" says Ireti. Feyi raises an eyebrow. "I doubt it." Dr Rotimi was watching a video o Youtube and then alerts them. "Ladies you need to see this." The rest of the family exchanged confused looks before gathering round to see the video.

Chris had just posted a video online, talking about the challenge."I have a huge announcement ladies and gents!! Drum roll!!" A dramatic drum roll plays and obce it stops, Chris says excitedly, "EbonyKnight has accepted my open challenge but this time it's different. We shall have the first ever Battle Royale match live on next week Wednesday at 1pm sharp at the Hard Rock Cafe. Be there or get squared!!"

Dr Rotimi sighed. "She has no choice but to do it. Even if she does not accept it, he would still go out there and pressure her into accepting via his Youtube channel. The guy has a lot of viewers."

"Yeah but he is doing this for cheap publicity. I doubt Feyi can even win." says Mrs Badmus.

"I have beaten him several times at that game mother..."

All eyes fall on Feyi who had a determined look on his face. "I can do it again." She then comes closer to her mother and stops in front of her, arms folded. Of all the Badmus sisters, she is the shortest and resembles her father due to her slightly dark complexion and broad shoulders.

Mrs Badmus looks her daughter in the eye. "Why bother yourself with games anyways? It is a waste of time. Why not bother to do something far more tangible with your time eh? Why not start a business or go and actually get a proper job?"

Feyi glares icily at her mother. "Really mother? Is that what you want to say?" Mrs Badmus stares at her daughter. "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes I am talking to you mother because I have had it with you!" The woman was taken aback by this. "How dare you speak to your mother that way?!" Ireti shouts. "I have every right to because this woman keeps on treating me like shit!! I have no job, you do not respect me!! You are looking down on me whenever I try to do something!! Why is it that you always criticise whatever I do?! Why mother?! I did not ask to be born with whatever it is that I am born with!! God just created me that way for a reason!! Why can you not accept me for who I am?! That is why I will do that challenge!! As for the results, I will win because I know I can!! I am not useless or worthless and I will prove myself to the world and you my family!!"

With that, she walks off, leaving her stunned mother behind. She then grabs her laptop and gets down to work and begins to work hard on improving her craft by using the Practice Tool and then playing a couple games and maintaining her current track record.

Meanwhile, Chris was in his penthouse suite chilling out with his friends. "So Ebony is Feyi?! No fucking way!!" says Idris Shettima. Chris nods. "It seems that the girl improved over the years." says Richard. "How are you not sure that her account did not get boosted?" asks Chris.

"If it were boosted, then she wouldn't have gotten to Gold IV on the American server." says Alex Oputa. Chris sighs and takes his seat, a glass of red wine in hand. Memories begin to flood in his mind of his days in secondary school.

He and Feyi were classmates and he and his friends at the time used to bully and torment her relentlessly. He even exposed Feyi at a party for cheating at WAEC, a scene that tarnished the Badmus family's image. He just liked hurting Feyi partly because she is a girl and partially because she is a Badmus.  He will never forgive her father for disgracing his own father years ago. Now he will get the ultimate revenge by destroying his archnemesis for good.

"Let's see how you survive this one Feyi."

Time begins to fly by and soon D-Day arrives. Feyi gets herself ready, wearing a simple T-Shirt with a nice ankara design on it and a pair of jeans and sneakers. The girl stares at herself in the mirror. Usually she hates looking at her reflection but today is completely different.  Sade walks into the room. "You ready kiddo?" Feyi nods and grabs her bag and walks out of the room.

The Badmus family soon arrive at Hard Rock Cafe and walk inside to find the location of the match. The last time Feyi came in there was a couple months ago with her cousins. The entire place was filled with a lot of people. "Wow!! So many people!!" says Sade. Mrs Badmus remains unfazed, not completely interested. If anything she wants to get out of there.

"Ah there you are!!"

They turn around to see Chris make his way towards them with a fake friendly smile in place. Feyi folds her arms and takes the opportunity to scrutinize him. "Aren't you a little overdressed for a showcase match?"

Chris simply shrugs. In stark contrast to Feyi's more laidback casual outfit, Chris opted for a black suit. "Hey!! A little glam is needed here!!" She rolled her eyes. "Oh please!!"

Chris does not look at Feyi's family in light of their past terrible encounter. Instead he opts to lead Feyi towards the place where they would do the showcase. In the middle of the room are two computer systems, arranged back to back.

Without hesitation, Feyi takes her seat at one and starts it up whilst Chris follows suit. Dolapo who happened to be around the area shows up alongside some of Feyi's old friends. "Good afternoon ma." Dolapo greets Mrs Badmus as he prostrates for her. "Ah Dolapo nice to see you. Ah you brought the whole gang here." says Ireti. The other kids all greeted the other Badmuses.

"The match is simple; the two players here will play with their best champ stats. The objective is to reduce the enemy's life bar to zero. The player that does that at the end wins the game." the special announcer for the match says.

"Kind of like a mini fighting game." Dolapo mutters. "What did you say?" Sade asked. "Just an observation about what they are about to do." he replies. Kai, one of Feyi's friends from America explains. "The game is divided into various modes; the main mode that many of us know is the Gold mode. That one is where you play as a team of five. This mode is the VS mode. There is the Battle mode also like the Gold mode. That one you play as five and that one is similar to VS mode. Everyone creates a character with a base stat and with a special talent and designation."

"So how come he did not says Battle Mode?" Mrs Badmus asks."Feyi would need a team. Chris has one." says Dolapo. "If she had told us beforehand, we could have changed it to Battle Mode and trained together. " says Kai. "We will have to call Tolani after this so that we can quickly assemble a team just in case." says Henry.

Both players put on their headphones and stare intently at their screens. Both of them had logged into their accounts and had choosen their characters. Chris' character, The Dark King had spikes on his black armour and a long red cape and held a sword.

"Wait....Chris' character is a fighter/assassin whilst Feyi's a mage and a support mage at that?" Dolapo observes. "She may not win this one." says Dr Rotimi. "She can. Since she is a support, she should be able to heal herself at some point." says Kai.

The Badmus family begin to say a silent prayer as they wait for the match to start. A countdown begins and once the clock reaches zero, the game starts. "LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!"

[bboyplankton]

2019 Playlist

1. A$AP Ferg & MadeinTYO – Wam

2. Action Bronson & The Alchemist – Arnold & Danny

3. Action Bronson & The Alchemist – Descendant of the Stars

4. Akon feat. Skales – Control

5. Akon feat. Olamide – Scammers

6. Alex Isley – Colors

7. Amaal – Coming & Going

8. Anderson .Paak feat. Andre 3000 – Come Home

9. Anderson .Paak feat. Smokey Robinson – Make It Better

10. Ari Lennox – I Been

11. Ari Lennox – Up Late

12. Ariana Grande – fake smile

13. Ariana Grande – in my head

14. Arin Ray feat. Kehlani – Change

15. Arin Ray - ZZZ

16. Asiahn – Like You

17. Asiahn – NOLA

18. August Alsina – Forever and a Day

19. August Alsina – For You

20. Baby Rose – Mortal

21. Beyoncé, Jay-Z & Childish Gambino feat. Oumou Sangaré – Mood 4 Eva

22. Big K.R.I.T – Blue Flame Ballet

23. Big K.R.I.T – Energy

24. Big K.R.I.T – M.I.S.S.I.S.S.I.P.P.I

25. BJ the Chicago Kid feat. JID, Buddy, & Kent Jamz – Get Away

26. Blackbear – Sick Of It All

27. The Black Keys – Sit Around And Miss You

28. The Black Keys – Tell Me Lies

29. Bobby Sparks ii feat. Robert “Sput” Searight & MonoNeon – The Comanche Are Coming

30. Boogie – Live 95

31. Boogie feat. Snoh Aalegra – Time

32. Burna Boy feat. Jeremih & Serani – Secret

33. Che Ecru – That’s My Baby

34. Ciara – Greatest Love

35. Ciara – Set

36. Ciara – Trust Myself

37. City and Colour – Mountain of Madness

38. Col3trane, DJDS, & Raye – The Fruits

39. Conway the Machine – Half of It

40. DaBaby – Bop

41. DaBaby – Goin Baby

42. DaBaby – Suge

43. Daniel Caesar & Brandy – Love Again

44. Danny Brown – Dirty Laundry

45. Danny Brown – Savage Nomad

46. Dave East – Mama I Made It

47. Dave East – The Marathon Continues (Nipsey Tribute)

48. Dave East – Me & Mines

49. Denzel Curry – Speedboat

50. Devin Morrison – Bussin’

51. Devin Morrison feat. Dahvi – It’s Time

52. DJ Shadow – If I Died Today

53. DJ Shadow feat. Run The Jewels – Kings & Queens

54. DJ Shadow feat. De La Soul – Rocket Fuel

55. Doja Cat – Say So

56. Doja Cat – Streets

57. Dreamville feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Dreezy – Got Me

58. Dreamville feat. JID & T.I. – Ladies, Ladies, Ladies

59. Dreezy feat. Jeremih – Ecstasy

60. E-40 feat. Quavo Roddy Ricch, A$AP Ferg, & ScHoolboy Q – Chase the Money

61. E-40 – Imma Find Out

62. E-40 feat. Redman, Method Man, & Bosko – Keep On Gassin

63. Earthgang feat. T-Pain – Tequila

64. Earthgang feat. Kehlani – Trippin

65. Elhae – fXXX

66. Elhae – I.D.B.I.L

67. Elhae feat. Big K.R.I.T – Sanctuary

68. Emotional Oranges – Someone Else

69. Emotional Oranges – West Coast Love

70. Emotional Oranges – Your Best Friend Is A Hater

71. Eric Bellinger – iPod on Shuffle

72. Eric Bellinger feat. K Camp – Moist

73. Eric Bellinger – Run It Up

74. Eric Bellinger – The Sexy Song

75. Eric Bellinger – Spice

76. Eric Bellinger feat. Chris Brown & OG Parker – Type a Way

77. Eric Bellinger – Undress

78. Esperanza Spalding – Touch in Mine (Fingers)

79. Fabolous feat. Jacquees – My Mind

80. Fabolous feat. Ty Dolla $ign – Ooh Yea

81. FKA twigs – Mirrored Heart

82. Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Killer Mike & Pusha T – Palmolive

83. Freddie Gibbs & Madlib – Soul Right

84. Free Nationals – Lester Diamond

85. Free Nationals feat. Syd – Shibuya

86. Free Nationals feat. Mac Miller & Kali Uchis – Time

87. Future – Crushed Up

88. Gallant – Céline

89. Gallant – Sleep On It

90. The Game – Born 2 Rap

91. The Game feat. 21 Savage – The Code

92. The Game feat. Anderson .Paak – Stainless

93. Gang Starr feat. J. Cole – Family And Loyalty

94. Gang Starr feat. Ne-Yo & Nitty Scott – Get Together

95. Gary Clark Jr. – I Got My Eyes on You (Locked & Loaded)

96. GoldLink feat. WaveIQ – Spanish Song

97. GoldLink feat. Tyler, the Creator & Jay Prince – U Say

98. Griselda – Freddie HotSpot

99. Gucci Mane – Move Me

100. Isabella – Tag

101. Jacquees – Fact Or Fiction

102. Jacquees – Good Lovin

103. Jaden – Got It

104. Jeezy – White Keys

105. Jidenna feat. GoldLink – Babouche

106. Jidenna – Sou Sou

107. Jidenna – Vaporiza

108. Jim Jones feat. Maino & Drama – My Era

109. Jim Jones feat. Cam’ron, Guordan Banks, Benny the Butcher, & Conway the Machine – To Whom it May Concern

110. Joell Ortiz – Jamaican Food

111. Joell Ortiz – Sip Slow

112. Johnta Austin – Breakin Rules

113. Justine Skye – Secrets

114. Kalin White – 4 sexonds

115. Kaytranada feat. GoldLink, Eight9Fly, & Ari Pensmith – Vex Oh

116. Kehlani – Feels

117. Kehlani feat. 6lack – RPG

118. Khalid – Paradise

119. Khalid – Talk

120. Kiana Ledé feat. Jenifer Lewis – Heavy

121. Kiana Ledé – If You Hate Me

122. Kxng Crooked & Bronze Nazareth feat. Tristate & L.A.D – French Connection

123. Kirk Brown – Vibes Up

124. Koffee feat. Jane Macgizmo – Blazin

125. Konshens – Back It Up

126. Konshens – Last Wine

127. Kyle Dion – Hands to Yourself

128. Kyle Dion – Spend It

129. Larry June feat. Premo Rice – Booty Girl Club

130. Larry June – Early Bird

131. Larry June – Organic Smiles

132. Layton Greene – Never Knew

133. Lion Babe feat. Leikeli47 – The Wave

134. Lion Babe feat. Raekwon – Western World

135. Lophiile – Late Ass

136. Lophiile feat. Jesse Boykins III – You’re Gonna Need It

137. Lophiile – You’ve Changed

138. Lucky Daye – Love You Too Much

139. Lucky Daye – Real Games

140. Lyfe Jennings – Baby

141. Mac Ayers feat. Uhmeer – Fears

142. Mac Ayers – Get Away

143. Mahalia – Karma

144. Mahalia – What Am I?

145. Mahalia feat. Ella Mai – What You Did

146. Marc E. Bassy – Crash and Burn

147. Marc E. Bassy – Where We’re From

148. Matt Martians – Movin’ On

149. Maxo Kream feat. Megan Thee Stallion – She Live

150. Megan Thee Stallion feat. Da Baby – Cash S**t

151. Mereba – Stay Tru

152. Moonchild – Strength

153. Murs, 9th Wonder, & The Soul Council - Sin

154. Murs, 9th Wonder, & The Soul Council – Unicorn Glitter

155. Nikki Jean – Driver

156. Nikki Jean feat. Lupe Fiasco – Mr. Clean

157. Papoose feat. DJ Premier – Numerical Slaughter

158. Pardison Fontaine – Money Machine

159. Pardison Fontaine – Under8ed

160. PJ Morton – Kid Again

161. PJ Morton feat. JoJo – Say So

162. Post Malone – I’m Gonna Be

163. Problem Child – Whole Heart

164. Quinn XCII feat. Yoshi Flower – Werewolf

165. Rapsody feat. Queen Latifah – Hatshepsut

166. Rapsody feat. D’Angelo & GZA – Ibtihaj

167. Rapsody feat. Elle Varner – Michelle

168. Raveena – Nectar

169. Raveena – Salt Water

170. Rex Orange County – Always

171. Rex Orange County – It Gets Better

172. Rick Ross – Fascinated

173. Rick Ross feat. Drake – Gold Roses

174. Rick Ross feat. Summer Walker – Summer Reign

175. Rick Ross – Vegas Residency

176. R.LUM.R – Happy

177. R.LUM.R – Lies

178. Roses Gabor feat. Sampha – Illusions

179. Rotimi – Love Riddim

180. Rotimi – Way Gone

181. Sabrina Claudio – Truth Is

182. Sammie – Issues

183. Sara Bareilles – Armor

184. ScHoolboy Q feat. Kid Cudi – Dangerous

185. ScHoolboy Q – Numb Numb Juice

186. Shal Marshall – Mas Forever

187. Shal Marshall – Splinters

188. Shwayze – Rich City

189. Sinead Harnett – Be The One (Interlude)

190. SiR feat. Smino – LA Lisa

191. SiR feat. Kadhja Bonet – New Sky

192. Slum Village feat. Dwele – Call Me

193. Snoh Aalegra – Nothing to Me

194. Snoh Aalegra – Toronto

195. Snoop Dogg feat. Swizz Beatz – Countdown

196. Snoop Dogg feat. Marknoxx – I Wanna Thank Me

197. Snoop Dogg feat. Russ & Wiz Khalifa – Take Me Away

198. Solange – Almeda

199. Solange – Dreams

200. Steve Lacy – N Side

201. Steve Lacy – Playground

202. Summer Walker – Wasted

203. T-Pain feat. Tory Lanez – Getcha Roll On

204. Tayla Parx – Me vs. Us

205. Tayla Parx feat. Joey Bada$$ - Rebound

206. The Teskey Brothers – Rain

207. The Teskey Brothers – Sun Come Ease Me In

208. Tinashe – Feelings

209. Tobi lou feat. Erica Rene & Cam O’bi – That Old Nu-Nu

210. Tobi lou – Waterboy

211. Tori Kelly – Kid I Used To Know

212. Toro y Moi – Freelance

213. Toro y Moi – Ordinary Pleasure

214. Tory Lanez – Blowin’ Mine’s // Leah’s Introduction

215. Tory Lanez feat. Ludacris – The Fargo Splash

216. Trey Songz – Jill (Sumn Real)

217. Trina feat. Rico Love – Water

218. Tryezz – Walnut St. Dub

219. Tsu Surf – Killing Me

220. Tyler, the Creator - Earfquake

221. Tyler, the Creator – I Think

222. Umi – Sukidakara

223. Vedo – Do It Nasty

224. Wale feat. Jeremih – On Chill

225. Weezer – Happy Together

226. Willow – Time Machine

227. Wiz Khalifa feat. Young Deji – Gold Bottles

228. Xavier Omär & Sango – Cry & Lie

229. Xavier Omär & Sango feat. Billy Mercury – Keeping Me

230. YBN Cordae feat. Anderson .Paak – RNP

231. YBN Cordae feat. Meek Mill – We Gon Make It

232. Ye Ali feat. DCMBR – All About You

233. Ye Ali – Rehearsal

234. Ye Ali feat. DCMBR – Show Me

235. Ye Ali feat. DCMBR & Rainy Milo – Songs2Get2GetDrunk2

236. Yelawolf – Box Chevy 7

237. Yelawolf – Unnatural Born Killer

238. Young M.A. – Stubborn Ass

239. Zacari – Midas Touch

240. 2 Chainz – Threat 2 Society

[abatelunare]

Improbabile ninja

Chris Farley era un attore comico dalla stazza notevole. La sua filmografia conta dieci sole pellicole. Perché lui è morto a 33 anni. Non ho capito bene di cosa. Si parla di attacco di cuore. Ma non escludono c'entri la droga. Uno dei suoi film è Beverly Hills ninja, da noi tradotto con Mai dire ninja. Il protagonista, Haru, è stato raccolto piccolissimo da una comunità ninja. Crescendo si è rivelato un ciccione simpatico ma imbranato e inadatto alle arti marziali. Avrà modo di riscattarsi. Non c'è molto da dire su questa commedia d'azione. Farley interpreta un personaggio goffo e divertente. Lui ce la mette tutta, ma riesce a combinare solo disastri. Non c'è molto altro da dire. A parte una cosa. Nei panni del suo sensei troviamo un attore comparso in altre pellicole d'azione. Si tratta del sudcoreano Soon-tek Oh. Lo si è visto in 007 L'uomo dalla pistola d'oro, Missing in Action 2, Countdown dimensione zero e Il giustiziere della notte 4. La versione italiana di Wikipedia non mi ha saputo dire altro. Quindi dovrete accontentarvi.

[buckets-and-trees]

Taking You Home

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Ari Levinson x Female!Reader, soft!dark Curtis Everett x Female!Reader, Ari x Reader x Curtis Word Count: 6.2k Summary: After waking up in Curtis's booth at Obsidian Stain Studio, you decide to explore more with the two men who've just ruined you.

Content/Warnings: explicit smut, mfm threesome, kissing, oral (female and male receiving), spit roasting, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, marking, overstimulation, after care, insatiable sexual appetites, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, manhandling, allusions to voyeurism/exhibitionism

Author Notes: While not strictly a series, this is the second of probably four stories I plan to write for these three...

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You groan as you blink back into consciousness, the light too bright, and the the sound and feel of everything not as familiar as it should be.

And then there’s a warm hand on your cheek, and you lean into it, but that doesn’t seem quite right either.

“Welcome back,” Ari says with a soft chuckle.

You gasp and jolt up, memories flooding back to you now all at once. You're still in the tattoo chair, but it's been adjusted to a more upright position. A large, soft flannel shirt drapes over you, its sleeves hanging past your fingertips. The scent of pine and musk clings to the fabric, oddly comforting in its unfamiliarity.

Ari places a hand on your shoulder, easing you back into the chair. Your eyes scan around the room, taking in your surroundings with remembered clarity. The harsh fluorescent lights that had seemed so bright moments ago now reveal the familiar setting of the tattoo parlor booth. The buzz of machines has been replaced by a gentle hum of activity and soft rock music playing from a distant speaker.

"Easy there," Ari murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "You're alright. Here, have a drink."

He reaches behind him, retrieving a bottle of water and handing it to you.

You reach for the water bottle with shaky hands, your fingers brushing against Ari's as you take it from him. The cool plastic feels grounding against your skin. You unscrew the cap, the faint crackle of the seal breaking seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet booth. The first sip of water is a relief, soothing your parched throat. You hadn't realized how thirsty you were until the cool liquid touched your lips.

As you drink, you become acutely aware of the aches in your body - a dull throb from your freshly tattooed ribs, a deeper, more intimate soreness that makes you shift uncomfortably in the chair. The flannel shirt - Curtis’s, you realize - rustles softly with your movement, the fabric soft against your bare skin.

As if thinking of the man has summoned him back, Curtis returns to the booth, his hands full of cleaning supplies.

Curtis's eyes meet yours, a mix of concern and something darker flickering in their icy depths. "How are you feeling, sugar?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

You take another sip of water, buying yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. How do you feel? Sore, certainly. Overwhelmed, definitely. But there's also a strange sense of contentment, a warmth that has nothing to do with the flannel shirt draped over you.

"I'm okay," you manage to say, your voice a bit hoarse. "A little sore."

Curtis nods, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "That's to be expected. You took us both so well."

The memory of what transpired earlier floods back, causing heat to rise in your cheeks. You look down, suddenly unable to meet either man's gaze, and you take another swig of water.

Curtis gets to cleaning his tools and his station. Ari seems to give you a moment, but you can feel his eyes on you, and then he lays his hand on your knee and squeezes gently. You look up and give him a tight smile.

As you take another drink, your eyes roam over Ari's face, taking in the soft concern still etched in his features. His blue eyes, which had been dark with desire earlier, now shine with a gentler light. You notice a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, a few strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. It's a strangely intimate detail that makes your heart flutter.

“Do you have plans after this?” he asks.

“Um…”

“Because we’d like to take you to our place, do this more properly, see where things go.”

Your eyes widen at Ari's suggestion, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you. The idea of going home with them, of continuing this unexpected adventure, is both thrilling and terrifying.

"I..." you start, then pause, unsure how to respond. Part of you wants to say yes immediately, to dive headfirst into whatever this is. But another part, the more cautious side, hesitates.

Curtis looks up from his cleaning, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. "No pressure, sugar," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle. "But we'd like to take care of you properly."

Ari nods in agreement. "We got a bit... carried away earlier," he admits, a hint of regret in his tone. "We just want to make sure you're okay, and, honestly, we'd like to explore this further if you're interested."

You bite your lip, considering their offer. You look from Ari to Curtis. His ice blue eyes are intense, but there's a warmth there that wasn't present before. "We don't usually do this, sugar," he says, his voice low.

“And by ‘don’t usually,’” Ari interjects, “he means we’ve never done this.”

Your eyes widen at this revelation, a mixture of surprise and intrigue coursing through you. The knowledge that this is as new for them as it is for you adds an unexpected layer of vulnerability to the situation.

"Never?" you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Curtis shakes his head, a rare hint of uncertainty in his usually confident demeanor. "Never like this," he confirms. "We've had our fun, sure, but…"

"But nothing like what happened here," Ari finishes for him. "Never in the studio, and certainly never shared anyone before.”

“Until you,” Curtis confirms.

The weight of their words settles over you, and you find yourself at a crossroads. The rational part of your brain screams caution, reminding you of the risks, the unknowns. It tells you to politely decline, to go home and process everything that’s happened. But there's another part, a part that's been awakened by these two men, that yearns to explore this connection further.

"Okay," you hear yourself say, surprising even yourself with the decisiveness in your voice. "I'd like that."

But maybe you shouldn’t be surprised. Getting your first tattoo had been significant, a mark of a new chapter in your life where you made more bold choices about your life. Coming back for the second one had been wanting more beautiful ink on your skin, yes, but this time around it had also been to see what you had left unexplored with Ari, only to end up with Curtis, and then to have such strong connections with them both.

If you were trying to let go of rigidity in your life and make more decisions based on being happy, not on the expectations of others, to allow yourself to explore, this certainly hit that mark.

And that’s what you remind yourself of when you’re in the shower in their home just over half an hour later. You’d ridden over with them in Curtis’s old truck - old but beautifully well-kept - taking the middle of the full-length leather bench seat. Ari spoke more than the quieter Curtis, but the conversation had been easy between you three together.

They’d shown you quickly around the modestly-sized bungalow house, then Curtis suggested you shower while they waited for the dinner Ari had already ordered ahead to be delivered on the drive over. You’d agreed, feeling sweaty and sticky from the earlier sex, and also wanting a moment to yourself. The hot water running over your skin felt nice, but after the first few minutes, you found yourself more anxious being alone and eager to be back with them. It seemed strange to be away from the men while you were in their house, and you also wanted to uncover more of what this might be.

You only showered from shoulders down, keeping your face and hair dry, while also being careful around your freshly tattooed ribs. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly towel off, and hang the towel on the rack. When you look to the bathroom counter, your clothes are gone, but have been replaced with a pair of grey sweat pants and a soft looking, forest green t-shirt. They’ll both be big on you, but there’s a drawstring in the waistband of the sweats.

You slip into the borrowed clothes, the soft fabric a comfort against your clean skin. The t-shirt hangs loosely on your frame, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal your collarbone. You roll up the hem of the sweatpants and cinch the drawstring tight around your waist.

Taking a deep breath, you open the bathroom door and pad barefoot down the hallway. The smell of food wafts through the air, making your stomach rumble. You realize you haven't eaten since before your tattoo appointment, and suddenly you're ravenous.

You hear the low murmur of voices as you approach, which die away as you enter the living room. Ari and Curtis were setting out takeout containers on the coffee table. They both look up at you, their eyes roaming appreciatively over your form in their clothes.

"Feel better?" Ari asks, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You nod, returning his smile. "Much better, thank you," you reply, your voice soft. The smell of food draws you closer, your stomach growling audibly.

Ari chuckles. "Sounds like someone's hungry.”

“Come on, sugar,” Curtis reaches for your arm and tugs you closer, “let's get some food in you."

You move to join them, settling on the plush couch between the two men. The coffee table is laden with an array of Chinese takeout containers, the aroma making your mouth water.

Ari hands you a plate and a pair of chopsticks. "Help yourself to whatever you like," he says, his hand lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

As you start to collect an array of the delicious spread on your plate, Curtis reaches for another of the containers, watching you. "So," he says, his voice casual but his eyes intense, "tell us more about yourself. What do you do when you're not getting tattoos and driving tattoo artists wild?"

You laugh and bite your lip a little. Driving them wild? The notion that they’d really been thinking about you makes your heart race.

You play off the latter part of the question, but do begin to share some of the standard stuff.

Plate filled with a good array of food to start off with, you sit back and settle in, acutely aware of their warmth on either side of you. The domesticity of the moment - sharing a meal, dressed in comfortable clothes - contrasts sharply with the intensity of your earlier encounter, creating an intriguing dynamic. That had been surreal, overwhelming. This is tangible, even cozy. Yet, there's still an undercurrent of electricity, a tension humming just beneath the surface.

The three of you eat and talk. Bouncing between the three of you, it’s across the board from where you’re from, where you work, hobbies and interests, friends and family, nothing too deep, but all of the good beginning pieces.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself relaxing more and more. The initial awkwardness fades, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. You're surprised by how easy it is to talk to them, how naturally the conversation flows.

Curtis, you discover, has a dry wit that catches you off guard, making you laugh unexpectedly. Ari is more openly charming, his stories animated and engaging. You find yourself drawn into their world, fascinated by the glimpses they offer into their lives.

Their dynamic fascinates you. At times they seem like oil and water. You learn that they met working at the tattoo parlor - both of them had ties to Steve, the owner of Obsidian Stain and Sin. They admit they would never have ended up roommates except Curtis had been closing on this house about the time Ari and his wife separated (then divorced), and timing just seemed to make it convenient. From what you see, though, three years of cohabitation has forged a strong, almost fraternal bond between them.

Curtis reaches for your empty plate, his fingers brushing against yours. "All done, sugar?" he asks, his voice low and warm.

You nod, suddenly aware of how close he is. "Thank you, it was delicious."

Ari stretches, his arm coming to rest on the back of the couch behind you. "So, now that we've fed you," he says, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "what would you like to do next?"

As the question hangs in the air, you feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks. The earlier encounter at the tattoo parlor flashes through your mind - intense, frenzied, almost dreamlike in its surreal passion. But now, in the cozy comfort of their home, you find yourself craving something different.

"I…" you start, then pause, gathering your courage. "I'd like to take things slower this time. To really savor it."

Curtis's eyes darken with approval, while Ari's lips curve into a slow, sensual smile.

"Slow can be good," Ari murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder through the borrowed t-shirt. "Very good."

Curtis leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "We can do slow, sugar. We can take all night if that's what you want."

A shiver runs down your spine at Curtis's words, his low voice sending tingles across your skin. You turn your head slightly, meeting his intense gaze. The icy blue of his eyes has darkened with desire, and you find yourself drawn in, unable to look away.

Ari's hand slides from your shoulder down your arm, brushing the backs of his fingers along your skin, drawing goosebumps in their wake. "Why don't we start by getting more comfortable?" he suggests, his voice a low purr that makes your breath catch.

You nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady. Curtis stands first, offering you his hand. You take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Ari follows, his hand never leaving your body as he rises.

They lead you down the hallway to a spacious bedroom. The king-sized bed dominates the room, its dark sheets inviting and intimidating all at once. Ari gently turns your face towards him, his blue eyes dark with desire. "May I kiss you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a kiss that's both tender and passionate, a stark contrast to the frenzied encounters earlier. You melt into it, your hand coming up to rest on his chest.

As Ari kisses you, you feel Curtis shift behind you. His strong hands find your waist, slipping under the hem of the borrowed t-shirt to caress the soft skin of your lower back. His touch is deliberate, exploratory, but mindful of your freshly tattooed ribs, and it sends shivers of pleasure through your body.

Ari breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath. You feel Curtis's lips brush against the nape of your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder. The dual sensations make you dizzy with desire.

"Is this okay?" Ari murmurs, his hands cupping your face.

You nod, unable to find words as Curtis's hands slide around to your stomach, his fingers splaying wide across your skin, seeming to have no cares for your soft belly, touching in a way that dispells your own typical self-consciousness over your figure.

“Words,” Ari is insistent to prompt.

"Yes," you manage to whisper, your voice breathy and low.

Ari smiles, then leans in to kiss you again, this time with more intensity. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You part your lips, granting Ari access as his tongue slides against yours. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate but still maintaining a languid, exploratory pace. Curtis continues his ministrations on your neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips that make you gasp into Ari's mouth.

Ari's hands slide down your sides, avoiding your freshly tattooed ribs, and come to rest on your hips. His thumbs trace small circles on your hipbones, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Curtis's hands, still splayed across your stomach, begin to inch higher, his touch feather-light and teasing, brushing up against the underswell of your breasts.

Ari breaks the kiss again, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's get you out of these clothes," he murmurs, his fingers playing with the hem of your borrowed shirt.

Since they took your bra and panties to the laundry along with your other clothes, you’re acutely aware of how little - only the shirt and sweatpants - stand between you and nakedness. But you nod, lifting your arms, and Ari slowly peels the shirt off. As your top half is laid bare, you feel momentarily exposed, but the way both men look at you - with hunger and appreciation - quells any insecurity.

Then Curtis turns you in his arms and traces a finger under your jaw. “You need to know we will always take care of you, but we also want to thoroughly ruin you.”

A ripple of fear and intrigue surges through you, and you shiver, pressed between them.

"Is that what you want, sugar?" Curtis asks, his voice low and gravelly. "To be thoroughly ruined by us?"

You swallow hard, looking up into his intense blue eyes. "I think I'd like that," you whisper, surprised by your own boldness.

Ari's hands slide around your waist from behind, his chest pressing against your back. "We'll take it slow," he murmurs in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "But we won’t hold back unless you tell us if something is too much."

You nod, unable to find your voice for a moment. Then, remembering Ari's earlier insistence, you whisper, "Yes. Please."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across Curtis's face. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue explores your mouth, dominating and possessive. You moan into the kiss, your hands coming up to clutch at his shirt.

Meanwhile, Ari's hands roam your hips, fingers tracing the waistband of the borrowed sweatpants. He hooks his thumbs under the elastic, slowly sliding them down your legs. You step out of them, now completely naked between the two fully clothed men.

Curtis breaks the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed form. "Gorgeous," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

Ari's hands glide up your sides to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, causing them to harden into tight peaks. You gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch.

"Sensitive," Ari observes, a smile in his voice. He continues his gentle ministrations, rolling your nipples between his fingers and Curtis watches, his eyes dark with lust.

Then Curtis drops to his knees in front of you, his hands running up the backs of your thighs. He looks up at you, his ice-blue eyes dark with lust. "Spread your legs.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you comply, widening your stance. Curtis's hands slide up to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh appreciatively. His hot breath ghosts over your inner thighs, making you shiver with anticipation.

Ari's lips find the curve of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point. His fingers continue to work your breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer kneading. The dual sensations of Ari's ministrations and Curtis's teasing touch have you trembling with need.

Curtis leans in and presses a kiss first to your mound. You whimper, wanting those lips lower. He chuckles, but a moment later he satisfies your craving, dipping lower, his tongue darting out to taste you. You gasp at the contact, your hips jerking involuntarily. He chuckles against you again, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you.

"Steady, sugar," he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place.

Ari's lips brush against your ear as Curtis's tongue delves deeper, exploring every fold and crevice of your most intimate area. "Look at you," Ari murmurs, his voice low and husky. "So beautiful, so responsive. Wet and eager for us, aren’t you?”

You whimper, unable to form words as Curtis's skilled tongue finds your clit, circling it with exquisite pressure. Your legs tremble, and you're grateful for Ari's strong arms supporting you from behind. “Can you feel how good Curtis is making you feel?"

You can only moan in response, your hips rolling against Curtis's face as his tongue tortures your clit, undeterred, a desperate edge of hunger to it. Ari's hands continue their ministrations on your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

"I bet you taste divine," Ari continues, his breath hot against your neck. "Curtis is savoring every drop of you, isn't he? Look at how eagerly he's devouring your sweet pussy."

Blinking open your eyes, you peer down to witness Curtis's ice-blue gaze unwaveringly locked on yours as he diligently presses his lips and tongue against your sensitive flesh in a delightfully intoxicating rhythm.

Ari's voice continues to weave a sensual spell, his words sending shivers down your spine. "Watch him explore every fold, every crease. Can you feel how he's drinking you in?"

Curtis's eyes remain locked on yours as his tongue delves deeper, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks against your clit. A sudden involuntary shift of your hips is met by his strong hands gripping your waist, maintaining control.

"I bet you taste like honey and sin," Ari purrs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Sweet and intoxicating. Curtis can't get enough of you, can he? Look at how he's losing himself in your pussy."

A soft moan escapes you as the dual sensations of Ari's provocative words and Curtis's expert exploration create an all-consuming sensory experience. The gentle scrape of Curtis's stubble against the tender skin of your inner thighs leaves a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake while he sucks on your clit, holding you firmly in place.

“We started to talk about you, about all the things we wanted to try,” Ari continues. “And anytime you came up, it escalated, until we started scheming over what we could do to you together,” Ari's voice drops even lower, his words a sensual caress against your ear. "We imagined tasting every inch of your skin, exploring every curve and valley of your body. Curtis would fantasize about burying his face between your thighs, just like he's doing now. Can you feel how hungry he is for you?"

Your breath hitches as Curtis's tongue flicks rapidly against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Ari's hands continue their assault on your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples until they're almost painfully sensitive.

"I'd picture how your eyes would flutter shut in ecstasy, how your lips would part in a silent scream of pleasure," Ari continues, his voice thick with desire. "But silent screams won’t be good enough for what we’re going to do."

Your breath catches in your throat as Curtis's tongue flickers with increasing speed and precision over your clit, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through your core. Ari's hands persist in their exploration of your breasts, teasing and tormenting your nipples with an urgency that leaves them tingling and hypersensitive.

“You have no idea the things we’ve talked about,” Ari presses on. The pressure in your core builds, aching for release as Ari's seductive words fuel your desire. "Dirty things. Depraved things. Things you’ll only ever experience with us. We want to make you lose control, push you past your limits, see how much pleasure you can truly handle."

You moan louder now, unable to keep quiet any longer as the two men continue their assault on your senses. Their combined efforts push you closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a shudder and a cry of pure ecstasy, you reach orgasm.

Curtis eagerly laps up the remnants of your pleasure, a satisfied moan escaping him. Though you are momentarily lost in the haze of bliss, Ari brings you back to the present with a sudden slap to your breast. You gasp and flinch in his embrace, but before you can react further, he scoops you up and tosses you onto the bed. Following closely behind, he hoists you upwards by your hips until you find yourself on all fours, vulnerable and eager for the next stage of this illicit exploration.

You feel Ari shifting to remove his shirt behind you, hear him toss it to the floor, all the while your body still tingling from the sensations that just overwhelmed it. You look around for Curtis, pleased to find him coming around to the other side of the bed. You watch, mesmerized as Curtis shrugs out of his shirt and laying it aside, revealing a toned chest covered in coarse hair and intricate patterns of ink. His stomach muscles ripple under your gaze as he steps closer.

Curtis approaches you, his eyes dark with desire. He reaches out, caressing your cheek before gripping gently at the nape of your neck. "Open," he commands softly.

You comply without hesitation, parting your lips as Curtis guides your head towards his crotch. With his free hand, he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper. You watch, breath quickening, as he frees his hardened length from the confines of his underwear.

Ari leans down and presses himself against your back. You feel the heat of his body and inhale the scent of his cologne. His large hands knead your hips, stoking the needy ache in your core back up. “You're so fucking beautiful," he says, his voice dripping with desire. “You ready for both of us?”

Curtis guides the tip of his cock to your lips. "Take me in, sugar," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

You part your lips wider, welcoming Curtis's thick length into your mouth. As you take him in, you feel Ari's hands spreading your legs further apart. The anticipation of what's to come makes you tremble with desire.

Curtis groans as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. "That's it," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Take me deeper."

You comply, relaxing your throat to take more of him in. The taste of him, musky and masculine, fills your senses. Behind you, you feel Ari's hands caressing your ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively.

"Look at you," Ari says, his voice thick with lust. "So eager for us. Your pussy is dripping, begging to be filled."

You moan around Curtis's cock at Ari's words, the vibrations eliciting a deep groan from him. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your movements as you bob your head up and down his length.

Behind you, you feel the blunt head of Ari's cock pressing against your entrance. He teases you, sliding it up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. "You want this?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

Unable to speak with Curtis in your mouth, you push your hips back, silently begging for Ari to fill you. He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "So impatient," he murmurs, then slowly, torturously, he begins to push inside you.

You gasp around Curtis's cock as Ari stretches you, filling you inch by inch. Ari's thick length stretches you deliciously as he pushes deeper, his grip on your hips tightening. "God, you're tight," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "So wet and hot for us."

Curtis's hand in your hair tightens, guiding you to take him deeper into your mouth. You relax your throat, allowing him to slide further in until you feel the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose. He holds you there for a moment, your nose pressed against his pelvis, before slowly pulling back.

"Go on," Curtis growls, his ice-blue eyes dark with lust. "Take it all."

Ari begins a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and purposeful. Each time he pushes in, it forces you further onto Curtis's cock, creating a delicious cycle of penetration. The dual sensations of being filled from both ends overwhelm you, pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

"That's it, baby," Ari purrs, his voice dripping with lust. "Take us both. You're doing so well, stretching around my cock while you swallow Curtis down." His hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust.

Curtis's grip on your hair tightens, his other hand coming to cup your jaw. "Look at me," he growls. You raise your eyes to meet his intense gaze, ice blue eyes dark with desire. "Good girl," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the apple of your cheek as your eyes well with tears.

The intensity of their ministrations overwhelms you, pleasure and sensation flooding every nerve. Ari's thrusts grow more forceful, each one driving you further onto Curtis's length.

"So fucking tight," Ari groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. "Taking us both so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"

You moan around Curtis's cock, the vibrations eliciting a deep growl from him. His hand tightens in your hair, guiding your movements, holding you far down on him, and he goes for a shallow rut, pulling back only a fraction with each rock of his hips, dominating your mouth.

Your eyes water as he pushes deeper, testing the limits of your throat.

Ari's hands grip your hips tighter, his fingers surely leaving marks on your skin. "You're ours now," he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna fill you up, mark you from the inside out."

Their bodies continue to move in unison, sweat dripping down their flushed skin as they moan and curse.

"Fuck," Curtis hisses, his hips jerking. "I'm close."

His cock twitches in your mouth, and you know he’s close to the edge. His hips buck more wildly, but he keeps his eyes locked on yours, until finally, with a loud cry, he spills his seed down your throat. You stare into each others eyes, and the possessive intimacy of that moment rocks your to your core, as you do your best to swallow every bit of him.

Seemingly as affected as you, the second he withdraws his cock from your mouth, he’s stooping to claim it in a kiss, even while you’re gasping for air. He doesn’t care, desperate to devour you. His release is on your tongue, and that seems to make him feral, but you also taste yours in his mouth, and both of you moan into each other, tongues stroking and tangling. You don’t need to breathe, you need him consuming you like this, his lips as eager against your lips as they were against your cunt.

Ari's thrusts become more frenzied, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans.

“Fuuuuck,” Ari’s voice is primal from behind you. “You were right, watching someone else wreck her while inside her is unreal.”

Your brain glitches at his claim - that they talked about you like this, that he’s saying it right now? Your cunt clenches around Ari’s cock, and he groans. You feel him twitch inside you, and you whimper.

“Mmm, you like that, baby,” he says, no question at all. His hand snakes beneath you, and he begins tapping your puffy clit.

You cry out, bucking at the assault, and Curtis pulls away to watch you fall apart even more.

"Come for us, sugar," he growls, still holding your face in his hands. "Let go."

And the combination of his words with Ari’s thrusts and the torment of your oversensitive clit have you shaking and shouting out incoherently.

“Flip her,” Ari instructs Curtis, and Curtis deftly and swiftly grips your shoulders and has you on your back the next second. You grip his arms, needing to hold on to something as your head is spinning in pleasure and with the swift repositioning. As you look up, it’s to the intimidating but glorious sight of these men looming over you. Curtis is still watching your face, and it’s with difficulty that you tear your gaze away from him, but Ari’s grunts and heavy breathing beg for your attention, and you watch, transfixed, as he furiously fists his cock, bringing himself to finish. He cocks his head up in triumph as he groans and shoots his load over your stomach and chest, hot ropes of cum sinfully marking you.

You lay there panting, your body trembling with aftershocks as you try to process the intensity of what just happened. Curtis and Ari hover over you, their eyes roaming your body appreciatively, taking in the sight of you marked and thoroughly debauched, face flushed, chest heaving.

"Incredible," Ari murmurs, his hand tracing patterns through his release on your stomach.

Curtis leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. When he pulls away, his ice-blue eyes are dark with satisfaction. "You did well, sugar," he praises, his voice low and gravelly.

He cups one of your cheeks in his hand, and you lean into the touch. Then he licks the trail of salty tears from your other cheek, and the gesture deals a bolt of heat through you again, though you feel exhausted and boneless.

“Think I could become addicted to you,” he murmurs quietly, and Ari grunts in agreement.

Ari disappears for a moment before returning with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleans you up, his touch tender in contrast to the roughness of moments before. The care in his actions makes your heart flutter.

Curtis takes the chance to step away briefly, as well. He’s back once you’re clean, and helps you sit up, supporting your back and handing you a glass of water.

You accept the glass gratefully, your throat parched from exertion. As you sip the cool water, you feel the bed dip on either side of you as Curtis and Ari settle in next to you. Their warm, solid presence is comforting, grounding you after the intense experience.

Curtis keeps a steadying hand on your back as you finish the water, then takes the empty glass from you.

"How are you feeling?" Ari asks softly, his hand resting on your thigh.

You take a moment to assess yourself. Your body feels pleasantly sore, used in the most delicious way. There's a lingering tingle of satisfaction coursing through you, mixed with a sense of vulnerability that's both thrilling and slightly overwhelming.

"I'm... good," you manage to say, your voice a bit hoarse. "Really good, actually."

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Glad to hear it."

Curtis takes the now-empty glass from your hands. His eyes rarely seem to leave you, always intense on you. It’s as intimidating as it is captivating. It truly takes someone with Ari’s charisma and assertive manner to compete with the way Curtis’s intense stoicism draws you in. They’re a dangerous force to be reckoned with.

They both lean in to you, beginning to slowly kiss and touch you again, and you hold onto each of them, one hand tangling into Ari’s luscious hair, the other snaking around Curtis’s strong back.

As Curtis and Ari press closer, hands and lips exploring your body with renewed curiosity, you can't help but marvel at their seemingly endless stamina. Their touches are gentle yet purposeful, igniting sparks of pleasure across your skin.

Curtis's lips trail along your neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin. His hand cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, coaxing it to a hard peak. You gasp at the sensation, your body still hypersensitive from your recent orgasms.

Ari's hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers dancing teasingly close to your core. His lips find yours in a deep, languid kiss that leaves you breathless. When he pulls away, his blue eyes are dark with renewed desire.

"Think you can go again, beautiful?" Ari murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, your breath catching in your throat. "I... I think so," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

Curtis smirks, his ice-blue eyes glinting with approval. “Think we may have you passing out again?”

Ari laughs, and your face flushes as you bite your lip. You let out a shaky breath, both intimidated and thrilled by the prospect of more. "Maybe," you admit softly, "but I'm willing to find out."

Curtis's smirk widens into a predatory grin. "Oh, sugar," he growls, his hand sliding down your stomach, "we're going to have so much fun with you."

Ari's lips find your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point. "We're going to take you apart," he murmurs against your skin, "piece by piece, until you're nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure."

Their words send a shiver down your spine, arousal pooling in your core despite your recent orgasms. You feel almost drunk on their attention, their touches, their promises of more pleasure to come. You surrender yourself to their touch. The night is still young, and you find yourself eager to discover just how much pleasure these two men can wring from your willing body.

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I got to the end and realized I did not feature their gorgeous tattoed bodies nearly enough, but I GUESS THAT MEANS I'LL JUST HAVE TO WRITE MORE OF THEM ASAP!

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Mine For Christmas - Andy Barber x Reader

A/N: This one shot takes place in the same Universe as Wildest Dreams, Part 1 is here, and Part 2 here

This is also the final Christmassy Oneshot as I will be taking the Christmas period off starting tomorrow! See you all in the New Year!

Summary: With Andy now living alone as he goes through divorce proceedings, there’s only one person he wants to celebrate christmas with

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Office gossip was always the worst. You hated having to hear it, couldn’t people find other things to talk about than someone’s divorce? Yet all you ever heard was gossip about Andy’s divorce, but at least they didn’t know about you yet. Your secret arrangement with Andy remained a secret and would do until the divorce was finalised.

As he promised at the end of summer, Andy began the divorce proceedings against Laurie. He’d hoped that it would be simple enough, that Laurie would also know that the marriage was long dead. But he wasn’t so lucky, Laurie was dragging it out in any way possible. At least he’d been able to move out.

Maybe she thought dragging it out and making it impossible would make him stay. Thinking that a tough marriage with her was better than an impossible divorce. But she clearly didn’t know Andy well enough, because he was determined and loyal to you. He would jump through as many hoops as possible for you.

Sitting at your desk you poke one of the baubles hanging from your little desk tree. The office was empty, it had been for a while now but Andy was in a meeting with his divorce lawyer trying to negotiate the newest terms. It was taking far too long for your liking.

Eventually, the door opened and the lawyer walked out “I’ll pass these on to her lawyer and hopefully we’ll have a deal” he sighs turning to face Andy.

“We can only hope” Andy muttered tiredness evident in his voice, shaking his head with irritation at the whole situation.

“See you in the New Year Andy,” his lawyer says shaking Andy’s hand, before making his way out of the office.

Once he was gone Andy crossed the short distance to your desk, his hand resting on your shoulder “you didn’t have to stay sweetheart” he mutters leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” you say looking up at him “but I didn’t want you to be alone”

Andy gives you a soft smile “I guess it means this won’t go to waste” he smirks pulling out a sprig of mistletoe from behind his back.

You chuckle, smiling up at him “we wouldn’t want that now would we” you smile reaching up to cup his cheek and guiding his lips down to yours for a languid kiss.

“Wanna get outta here and head back to mine?” Andy suggests pressing another soft kiss to your lips, you smile humming in agreement “good, you head back to mine” he says slipping the spare key to his apartment into your hand “I’ll go grab some food and meet you there”

“Sounds like a plan” you smile as you stand up from your chair “Don’t be too long” you run your fingers through his beard, your smile widening when he lets out a small hum of contentment.

His hand meets yours as he turns his head to kiss your palm “I wouldn’t dare, now go on, head on home”

You grin up at him, your heart singing at his use of the word home. The promise of what your future together held, that someday you’d be able to leave this office hand in hand, go home together.

“See you in a bit” you grin, Andy helps slide your coat on and passes you your bag.

As you walk out of the office, you turn once you reach the door blowing a kiss back to Andy, who smiles warmly back at you, before making your way out.

Arriving at Andy’s apartment complex, you drove into the below-ground parking lot, using the less-used back entrance. Once parked you grabbed the overnight bag you kept in your trunk, smiling to yourself as you did so. Knowing that only a few months ago, the idea of having an overnight bag to stay at Andy’s and actually getting to use it was a dream.

Once you made it up to his apartment you flipped on the lights, walking over to the couch to grab the remote for his electronic fireplace to turn that on too. You made sure there was a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and plates warming up before going to have a shower and change out of your office wear.

You had just changed into a pair of shorts, an oversized sweater and knee-high fuzzy socks when you heard Andy walking in. Walking out of the bedroom you find him standing at the kitchen island pulling take-out containers out of a plastic bag.

“Hey sorry I took longer than expected” he apologises as you walk over.

“It's alright I’ve only recently got out of the shower,” you say reaching up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth “so what did you get us?”

“I went to that little Italian place you like,” Andy says, his arm wrapping around you as you tuck yourself into his side.

“Oh, my favourite” you grin happily.

“That’s why I got it” he smirks kissing the tip of your nose making you chuckle and face scrunch up “do you want some wine?” He asks.

“Already in the fridge chilling” you smile.

“Great, I’ll just warm up-, “ Andy says moving to step away but you stop him.

“Plates are already warmed up in the oven” you interrupt.

Andy smiles warmly down at you “you’re incredible” he beams.

“I try my best, now let's eat because I’m starving” you smirk grabbing the container you knew had to be yours.

Andy chuckles grabbing the plates from the oven for you, letting you serve out all the food while he poured the wine. You then carried the plates over to the couch, setting them down on the coffee table before grabbing a blanket and sitting down on the floor. Andy joins you shortly after, passing you your wine before sitting down next to you, leaning back against the couch.

The TV remained off as you both ate, just talking to each other instead. Something you knew Andy loved, as meals with Laurie were almost always silent, conversations only ever revolving around and with Jacob, never each other. Sometimes they wouldn’t even bother, they’d just stick on the TV so they had the excuse not to talk to each other. But Andy wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear about your day and your friends, he wanted to tell you about his day and what case was irritating him, or if he found a big break.

Once you’d finished eating Andy pulled you closer so you were curled up next to him, your knees resting against his lap.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” Andy asks quietly, his fingers running over the exposed skin of your leg.

“Don’t know yet, haven’t decided” you admit with a small shrug of your shoulders “why?”

“Well…” Andy starts with a long sigh “Laurie is taking Jacob to her parents in New York for the holidays” he explains.

“Oh Andy I’m so sorry, you must be so disappointed that you can’t be with Jacob for Christmas” you sigh sadly, running your hand over his chest.

Andy gives you a small smile as he rests his hand over yours “it was one of the concessions I made, I’ll have him next Christmas instead” he sighs before a small smile tugs at his lips “but it means I have no plans either and I was wondering if you wanted to spend Christmas together”

Your lips parted in disbelief “really?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper.

Andy smiles nodding his head “yeah, the office is closed between Christmas and New year so we can spend that entire time here, just the two of us” he says resting his forehead against yours.

“Sounds amazing” you admit with a breathy sigh.

Andy’s lips twitch upwards as he nuzzles his forehead against yours “just picture it… waking up Christmas morning, you in some cute red plaid PJs that will make it impossible for me to keep my hands off you” he murmurs his hand sliding up your thigh.

You let out a quiet hum, as Andy’s hand moves higher, his thumb brushing over the apex of your thighs.

“We could start the day off slow… as I give you your first of many many presents” Andy continues, his hand moving back down to the back of your knees, gently moving you so you were lying down beneath him.

“And I’m guessing they’re not presents you find beneath the tree” you smirk grabbing his tie and tugging it loose.

“You know me so well” Andy smiles capturing your lips in a deep languid kiss.

Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as he lifts the oversized sweater you wore, groaning when he discovered you wore nothing beneath. Not even a bra. His hands roam over your chest, his long dextrous fingers playing with your breasts, tweaking your nipples making you gasp in pleasure.

Once you managed to undo the last button on his shirt, you pushed it off his shoulders, nails running down the exposed muscle of his chest. Right down to the buttons of his dress pants, but right as you were about to pop them open when his hand caught yours, lifting them up and above your head. Securing them easily with one hand.

His other hand trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Your breath hitched as his fingertips light traced over your clothed core, your hips rolling as you whined, desperate for more friction.

You could feel Andy smirk against your skin as he kisses your neck “is that what you want sweetheart? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” He murmurs nipping at your skin.

“Yes” you gasp, hips bucking into his touch.

Andy grins as he kisses you deeply, you hum in contentment before moaning when his fingers slip beneath your shorts. A groan escapes his lips as he feels just how wet you were for him. His long fingers run up the cut of you, collecting your slick, running circles over clit drawing a long loud moan from you.

“A-Andy please” you whimper, chest heaving as you rolled your hips trying to get him where you needed him.

“No need to beg sweetheart, you never have to beg with me” Andy whispers, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

Barely a second had passed since he finished his sentence before he pressed at your entrance, slipping two fingers inside you. Moans fell from your lips as he thrust his fingers inside you, his fingers performing a come hither motion, brushing over your golden spot.

It wasn’t long until you were coming undone, your arousal covering his fingers. The stars in your eyes had barely cleared when you saw him smirking down at you as he sucked your essence off his fingers.

You push yourself up, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing his lips back down onto yours, humming as you tasted yourself on his lips. Andy smiles into the kiss as he pulls down and removes your shorts. You return the favour by finally unbuttoning his dress pants and pushing both them and his boxers down.

Once you were both naked, he sat back on his heels, pulling you with him so you straddled his narrow hips. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and his hands grip the back of your thighs, lifting you and allowing you to sink down onto him. Foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling as he filled you up. A feeling you couldn’t and wished you’d never grow tired of.

“Fuck sweetheart, I love you so so much” Andy muttered shaking his head,  hand cascading over your cheek, fingers running into your hair.

“I love you too Andy, more than you’ll ever know” you whisper forehead still resting against his, hand moving to rest over his heart, feeling the strong steady beat in your fingers tips.

Andy grins “I know sweetheart, I know” he mumbles against your lips as he kisses you softly.

The kiss deepens as Andy starts gently thrusting up into you. Your hips roll to meet his, the both of you working in perfect harmony, two halves of the same being. Sex with Andy was always great, you loved it when it became frantic and rough, all the pent-up love breaking free. But sex like this, the slow, deep sensual lovemaking full of passion. This was your favourite.

It wasn’t long until you both found your ends, Andy’s arms wrapped around you securely as you slumped against his chest. He carefully moved the both of you into a more comfortable position. His back against the couch, legs outstretched towards the fire, you still straddling his waist, slouching forward against his chest. His fingers run up and down your back, his lips pressing against your shoulder.

“I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you” you murmur, lifting your head enough to look at him.

Andy smiles softly his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone “me neither sweetheart and every Christmas after”

This is my last oneshot of the year so I wish you a very happy holidays and I’ll see you in the new year!

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As most know the Teen Titans is my favorite team in the DC universe and have been since the  Marv Wolfman and George Pérez era. Heck, I even somewhat based the Gravity Heroes off of them. 

Now I love the cartoon, but It seems that people (DC included) seem to think of them or Damien’s little brood as the Teen Titans. I know there is the Titans comic and the live-action Titans tv series, it still seems like they focus on the same Titans (Robin/Nightwing, Starfire, Beast Boy, & Raven). I’m not saying this is bad, they are easily my third favorite iteration of the team (the post Countdown team & the Atom’s team take the first two spots). I’m just reminding people that there are more Titans then those four.

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First Row: Arsenal (Roy Harper), Tempest (Garth), Troia (Donna Troy), Kid Flash (Wally West), Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Omen (Lilith Clay). Hawk (Hank Hall), Dove (Don Hall), & Herald (Mal Duncan) Second Row: Aquagirl (Tula), Gnaark, Joker's Daughter (Duela Dent), Bumblebee (Karen Beecher), Beast Boy (Garfield Logan), Raven (Rachel Roth), Starfire (Koriand'r), Cyborg (Victor Stone), Protector (Jason Hart), & Terra (Tara Markov) Third Row: Jericho (Joseph Wilson), Kole (Kole Weathers), Red Hood (Jason Todd), Danny Chase, Phantasm (Ghost of Danny Chase/Spirits of Azarath/Arella), Pantha (Rosabelle Mendez), Red Star (Leonid Kovar), & Baby Wildebeest Fourth Row: Kid Flash (Bart Allen), Mirage (Miriam Delgado), Terra (Tara Markov - imposter?), Damage (Grant Emerson), Green Lantern (Kyle Rayner), Supergirl (Matrix/Linda Danvers), Ravager (Rose Wilson-Worth), Minion (Jarras Minion), Atom (Ray Palmer), & Argent (Toni Monetti) Fifth Row: Prysm (Audrey Spears), Risk (Cody Driscoll), Hot Spot (Isaiah Crockett), Fringe (Unknown), Captain Marvel Jr/CM3 (Freddy Freeman), Jesse Quick (Jesse Chambers), Red Robin (Tim Drake), Superboy (Conner Kent-Kon-El), Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandsmark), & Speedy (Mia Dearden) Sixth Row: Aquagirl (Lorena Marquez), Zatara (Zachary Zatara), Offspring (Luke O'Brien), Dove (Dawn Granger), Hawk (Holly Granger), Miss Martian (M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse), Talon (Unknown), Powerboy (Unknown), Bombshell (Amy Allen), & Little Barda (Unknown) Seventh Row: Molecule (Unknown), Young Frankenstein (Unknown), Enigma (Unknown), Mas (Unknown), Menos (Unknown), Osiris (Amon Tomaz), Flamebird (Bette Kane), Proxy (Wendy Harris), Marvin Harris, Red Devil (Eddie Bloomberg), Supergirl (Kara Zor-El), Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes), & Static (Virgil Hawkins) Eigth Row: Kid Eternity (Christopher Freeman), Robin (Damien Wayne), Solstice (Kiran Singh), Golden Eagle (Charley Parker), Hero Cruz, Bushido (Ryuko Orsono), Anima (Courtney Mason), Lagoon Boy (Zero), Son Of Vulcan (Miguel "Mikey" Devante), & Skitter (Celine Marjorie Patterson) Ninth Row: Magenta (Frances Kane), Bunker (Miguel Jose Barragan), Chimera (Ra’ut L’lwer), Power Girl (Tanya Spears), Kid Flash (Wallace West), Aqualad (Jackson Hyde), Red Arrow (Emiko Queen), Djinn, Roundhouse (Billy Wu), Crush (Xiomara Rojas), & Steel (Natasha Irons)

Reserve/Honorary - Characters who have either been offered membership in the past or are close allies of members of the Teen Titans who could be called to assist in an emergency. Firtst Row: Spoiler (Stephanie Brown), Misfit (Charlotte "Charlie" Gage-Radcliffe), Secret (Greta Hayes), Empress (Anita Fite), Traci 13 (Traci Thirteen), Arrowette (Cissie King-Jones), Black Alice, Terra (Atlee), Teen Lantern, Amethyst (Amy Winston), & Jinny Hex Second Row: Superboy (Jonathon Kent), Zan, Jayna, Stargirl (Courtney Whitmore), Thunder (Gan Williams), Lightning (Tavis Williams), Thunder (Anissa Pierce), Lightning (Jennifer Pierce), Snapper Carr, Chris King, Ray (Raymond C. "Ray" Terril), Jakeem Thunder, & the Pointmen (Blockade, Blank Slate, Gray Lady, Groundswell, Serpenteen, & Short Cut)

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[Review] Countdown – A hora da sua morte.

E ai, se você pudesse descobrir quando vai morrer… Você gostaria de saber?

Olha, realmente está bem complicado para Hollywood no quesito “fazer um filme de terror digno” nos últimos tempos viu. Os roteiristas até tentam criar umas premissas “inovadoras”, mas na hora de executar, é ai que mora o perigo.

Fui ao cinema movida pela curiosidade de querer saber o quê que “Countdown” no titulo original ou no abrasileirado “A Hora da sua Morte” tinha para me entregar de diferenciado dos outros trezentos milhões de terrores que temos à disposição por ai mas eis que o esquema não é diferente dos demais. A não ser pela premissa de um aplicativo que prevê a hora exata em que você poderá desencarnar. Nos dez a vinte primeiros minutos é uma sacada interessante e poderia render um bom desenvolvimento de roteiro, personagens e outros aspectos se o tal tivesse sido bem escrito e se os personagens estivessem empenhados em fazer algum diferencial que pudesse nos conectar aos mesmos, porém não é o que acontece. O projeto é da produtora americana STX Entertainment com distribuição no Brasil pela Universal Pictures.

O protagonismo desse roteiro que poderia ter dado “um caldo” melhor de sua ideia promissora fica a cargo de Elizabeth Lail (aquela loirinha da primeira temporada de “You” da Netflix) contracenando com os coadjuvantes Tichina Arnold (nossa eterna Rochelle de Todo Mundo Odeia o Chris), Jordan Calloway (de Riverdale), Anne Winters (de 13 Reasons Why), Peter Facinelli (da saga Crepúsculo) que aqui neste ‘A Hora da sua Morte’ interpreta um personagem super caricato e bem descartável fazendo um médico machista e assediador de suas funcionarias do hospital, em especial assediando moral e sexualmente a enfermeira Quinn Harris (Elizabeth Lail) e fechando o elenco principal temos a ótima e uma das atuais ‘Scream Queen’ (rainha do terror) da indústria americana, Talitha Bateman (de Annabelle – A criação do Mal) que desempenha na medida do possível seu papel de irmã da “heroína” do filme nas partes em que o roteiro tenta inseri-la no contexto do enredo onde o subtexto coloca situações de drama e perda familiar na tentativa de dar ‘camadas de profundidade’ às situações que seus personagens enfrentam diante das aparições assombrosas que os atormentam.

E é ai que o roteiro começa a sair do eixo jogando cenas desnecessárias de jumpscares que não causam tanto impacto como o diretor e roteirista Justin Dec, aqui na sua estreia em longa-metragem, imaginava que nos daria. E falando em jumpscares, esses tais sustos são tão previsíveis e tão datados que já ficamos na expectativa do momento que a entidade vai saltar na câmera e quando não saltam em imagem, o susto vem através dos sons da trilha sonora na mixagem de som. Dei alguns pulinhos da cadeira do cinema sim, não vou mentir, porém depois fiquei entediadíssima assistindo aquela mistura de “Premonição” (franquia de sucesso dos anos 2000) com “Quando um estranho Chama” (2006).

Tendo em vista que “Countdown” é um projeto de baixo orçamento onde só foram captados 6,5 milhões de dólares para sua realização não era de esperar muita coisa, se bem que existem outros filmes de baixíssimo orçamento que conseguiram desempenhar uma história eficiente e rendeu números altíssimos em bilheteria (é o caso do recente “Corra” de 2017 do diretor Jordan Peele que recebeu apenas US$ 4,5 milhões de orçamento e faturou 150 milhões mundialmente e cujo roteiro lhe rendeu um Oscar de melhor roteiro original em 2018, tornando-o o primeiro negro a receber o prêmio na categoria). Até o fechamento desta pauta, “A Hora da sua Morte” arrecadou 41,6 milhões de dólares nas bilheterias. Ah e para quem não sabe… O app é real mesmo viu! Você baixa-lo na Play Store do seu Android ou Ios no Iphone. O longa estreou no Brasil dia 27 de fevereiro e segue em cartaz nos cinemas.

E ai, se você pudesse descobrir quando vai morrer… Você gostaria de saber?

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Il vero 007 è lui! Storia di Peter Fleming, il fratello dell’inventore di James Bond, uno scrittore di genio

Countdown nel mondo inglese per l’uscita di 007 No Time to Die. Uscirà a fine anno. BBC infioretta raccontando che Billie Eilish (sì, la tenerella di Everything I wanted) ha lanciato la canzone che sarà la sigla dell’ultimo 007. Il testo tradotto qui e là dice: Avrei dovuto sapere che me ne sarei andata. Sono caduta davanti a una bugia. Sei morte o paradiso? Ora non mi vedrai piangere. È che non c’è tempo di morire.

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Complimenti, clap clap. Siamo riusciti a far passare Bond dalla parte degli emo: Il sangue che versi è il sangue che mi devi. Sono stato stupida ad amarti? Non avevo pensato alle conseguenze? Per BBC si tratta di romantic betrayal. Tradimento romantico. Sarà. A me pare il solito modo di sguinzagliare il marketing dietro alla società pop dei giovani per portare più gente in sala. Gli inglesi sanno farlo con garbo e senza scrupoli.

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Eppure. Nel 2006, quando Craig esordiva con Casino Royale, la voce della canzone in sigla era Chris Cornell (You know my name): Se prendi una vita devi sapere cosa darai, sono occasioni che vanno e vengono, ecco. Quando scoppia la tempesta sarai con me, dalla parte di quelli senza pietà che ho tradito. Ho visto angeli cadere da altezze accecanti, e tu non sei nulla di così divino. Sei solo qui accanto. Armati perché nessuno ti salverà. Le occasioni ti tradiranno. E io ti rimpiazzerò… Il sangue più freddo scorre nelle mie vene. Sai il mio nome. Prova a nascondere la tua mano. Dimentica come si sentono le emozioni. Ben altro rispetto a Billie Eilish…

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Anche nel 2008, con Quantum of Solace, la voce femminile di Alicia Keys (Another way to die) spaccava così all’inizio: Un’altra chiamata dalla regina, il dito scorre liscio sul grilletto. Un’altra chiamata da una lingua d’oro che ti avvelena la fantasia. Un altro conto da un killer ti ha fatto passare dal thriller alla tragedia… Sentire la musica in luoghi fuori contesto aiuta. Credo si chiami straniamento: che ne so, provate a sentire le canzoni di Bond in un’altra prospettiva.

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Comunque, qui da noi c’è sempre un po’ il rischio che essere fan di 007 sia roba da ispettore della guardia di finanza, un tocco da sfigati. Nel Regno Unito invece è il solito movimento di massa. Se guardi 007 capisci le loro tendenze, o almeno ne catturi un’istantanea. Lo spiega benissimo il solito Anthony Burgess in un articolo di Life del febbraio 1987. Titolo – Giubileo di Bond. A venticinque anni dal Dottor No, che era il cattivone del primo film uscito nel 1962.

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Col consueto intuito da sciacallo onnivoro, Burgess annota che il personaggio dell’agente 007 “apparve sulla scena al momento giusto, quando CIA umiliava MI5… Bond invece era patriottico, duro, coraggioso e non veniva da un’ascesi da doccia fredda. Ricordava al lettore britannico le qualità che sembravano andate perdute. Fleming sognò uno spionaggio più ingegnoso, osò di più rispetto alla realtà e diede infine al suo uomo la licenza di uccidere”.

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Peter Fleming nel Mato Grosso, 1932

Non si fa mancare il sale: “l’eterosessualità di Bond è vigorosa e viaggia in un’altra classifica. Il suo sangue scozzese gli garantisce un integro patriottismo”. E neanche il pepe: “I professori di francese non sapranno dirci a cosa si deve il nome Bond. Non sembra un richiamo al bondage per quanto bond suggerisca che il nostro uomo sia legato a qualcosa – onore, patria, una qualche virtù astratta. Fleming scelse questo nome perché era abbastanza blando e per niente aggressivo”.

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In realtà Burgess sa come stanno le cose, gioca a carte col lettore. Ecco da dove viene il nome in codice, l’unico che vale: “Il nome 007 si deve al carro postale notturno di una piccola ma celebre storia di Kipling, e a sua volta Kipling lo aveva preso dal codice che l’astrologo John Dee usava per i suoi dispacci spionistici alla regina Elisabetta quando era infiltrato alla corte spagnola. Mentre osa il tutto per tutto al servizio di Sua Maestà la regina, James Bond evoca nell’era di Elisabetta II il glamour e il pericolo del regno di Elisabetta I”. Se volete leggere qualcosa su John Dee, c’è L’angelo della finestra d’Occidente, di Gustav Meyrink. Stampa nientepopodimeno che Adelphi.

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Burgess aveva lavorato alla sceneggiatura di La spia che mi amava, l’unico libro di Fleming scritto dal punto di vista femminile. Quindi sa cosa sta dicendo quando scrive che “nei libri di 007 il sesso è tenerezza, nei film è mero titillare… I libri sono deboli per psicologia umana, un poco impacciati nel dialogo, assurdi per trama e non hanno humour ma sono ben scritti e francamente affidabili per la loro informazione di background. L’agenzia di controspionaggio sovietica Smersh esiste, Spectre no”.

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Traduco il finale del pezzo di Burgess, la chiave affilata del discorso che stavo cercando di fare all’inizio: “Vorrei porre l’accento su questo: le stravaganze di Bond rappresentano un genere speciale di intrattenimento dove la fantasia del produttore di film ha il permesso di varcare il limite e tutto è racchiuso in una macchina perfetta, in una lezione di morale. Sono film a tutto tondo allo stesso modo di quelli Disney ma, diversamente da questi, sono sofisticati e non possono esser presi senza accettare al contempo il mondo delle alte sfere con la sua genuina malevolenza e quel che si dice ‘stato dell’arte tecnologica’. Le ragazze sono sexy e Bond parte con loro con lo sguardo lascivo da giocatore di football americano. Ma non ci sono orgasmi: sono riservati alle fughe da pericoli impossibili. C’è anche qualcosa che chiamerei urbanità, buone maniere e ironia (Prenda con sé Mr Bond e lo metta in condizioni di farsi del male). C’è il senso di una civiltà ben oliata, i nemici restano fuori, in un mondo a parte maniaco e malvagio. È probabile che in futuro gli storici troveranno nei film di Bond i sogni dei suoi contemporanei, uomini e probabilmente anche donne. L’intrattenimento a volte può servire uno scopo più profondo di quel che i suoi sostenitori sono in grado di dirci”.

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A questo punto, domanda sensata. Chi era il creatore di Bond, Ian Fleming? Era un fratello minore, tanto per cominciare. Il più grande era Peter, classe 1907, che a 29 anni affronta un viaggio in Tibet e Cina per conto dei Servizi esteri insieme a una fotografa svizzera. Da capogiro. Insomma Peter è il sostegno del fratellino, anche se poi Ian farà gavetta in guerra nel controspionaggio e si inventerà un agente fighissimo, da romanzo, per darsi un tono.

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Ian ha solo un anno in meno del fratellone. Per Burgess “era uno scozzese godereccio toccato da un puritanesimo ancestrale, beveva martini vodka agitato non mescolato, fumava sempre le sigarette più pesanti sul mercato e, prima del suo ultimo matrimonio, faceva l’amore in modo freddo e promiscuo”. Sarà… comunque campa fino al 1964. Il fratellone, più sano e robusto, se ne va nel 1971 e fa scrivere al giornalista del NY Times “ebbe una carriera poco convenzionale nella Seconda guerra servendo nella Guardia Granatieri dopo il ritiro dalla Norvegia nel 1940, organizzando una linea di resistenza a Hitler in Inghilterra con armi ed esplosivi nel caso i tedeschi fossero sbarcati. Lo stesso in Grecia dopo l’occupazione tedesca. Poi andò in Asia per far sgomberare le truppe dalla Birmania in India e trasmise ai giapponesi dei piani di guerra. Chiaramente, erano falsificati. Sulla sua resistenza a Hitler scrisse il romanzo Invasione 1940”. In effetti anche gli altri titoli sono fantastici: Sconfitta a Pechino, Baionette fino a Ihasa, Il destino dell’ammiraglio Kolchak.

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A breve potremo gustare qualcosa di questo scrittore. Nutrimenti aveva già dato la sua Avventura brasiliana e tra poco sarà rieditata. È la storia autoironica di Peter che va nella foresta amazzonica a 26 anni in cerca di un esploratore scomparso e torna a mani vuote. Fine dei tempi eroici dell’imperialismo: anche se erano entrambi, Peter e il suo compagno di viaggio, il bischero Percy Fawcett, figli di college e di Impero.

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Per i fratelli Fleming, invece, qualche brivido dickensiano & massonico, ma poco di più. Quindi anche lo sguardo è a suo modo limitato, specie negli scritti-reportage di Peter sulla Rivolta del Boxer, di cui parlano ampiamente, con sapidi racconti, anche le memorie dei diplomatici italiani in loco. Il tutto passando per il Tibet. Forse c’era nei Fleming qualche interesse verso le tradizioni esoteriche che titillavano la poca cervice tedesca: vedere per credere l’introduzione di Peter a I sette anni in Tibet di Heinrich Harrer.

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Comunque sia, va detto che la pappa verbale inglese non si presta a raccontare la geopolitica. L’inglese funziona bene però come lingua avventurosa e Peter resta scrittore migliore del fratellino Ian. Ecco ad esempio come incomincia il testo che lesse dopo il viaggio in Asia a 27 anni, nel 1936 (ora su The Geographical Journal, vol. 88 agosto 1936): “In questi giorni immagino sia piuttosto inconsueto che le forze militari adottino una procedura che le porti a impegnare il loro potere di guerra in un territorio che appartenga a un altro potere senza che un governo dica nulla all’altro prima dell’evento. Eppure i russi sono molto abili a gestirla così, principalmente soffiando tutt’intorno storie falsissime e lasciandole depositare nelle varie province, senza consentire ad altre versioni dei fatti di entrare nelle province manipolate”. Non male, dai…

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