#credit to lana for the title

[mrschwartz]

mileskane When @therealnihal asked me how I met Lana and we wrote Dealer x

[cuteandhughesy]

You Are In Love | Matthew Knies (playlist)

summary: imagine my writing has been turned into a film - complete with a soundtrack that perfectly captures the essence of the scenes and helps you visualize the words you’ve previously read and bringing them into movie format ✨

warnings: descriptive scenes that may include suggestive and/or smutty dialogue | songs and artists that you may not like | read at your own discretion

a/n: welcome to the first instalment of my playlist series ! check out the masterlist to check if your favourite fic of mine will be published in playlist form :) this series will not only provide extras explanation of scenes from the fic, but dive into clues you may of missed ♥️

link to you are in love

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I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND BY THE BEATLES

track 1: the opening track

picture the mini credits/ introduction at the beginning of a classic rom-com movie. usually its scenery and/or brief, 1 second scenes complied together to give the viewer a sense of direction.

for you are in love, I picture that kind of style — but the movie realistically wouldn’t start like the fic. in the writing, you’re thrown right into the story—finding out matthew is coming to live with you and your family. but in a movie I would want that to be different.

I picture the reader perhaps rushing through the arena, needing to get back home and edit some footage. a montage clip of her moving through the arena, dodging people as she makes her way through the space—and that’s where she runs into matthew knies.

the two would look at one another—maybe he steadies her before she falls—and he briefly recognizes her from the filming she’d been doing earlier on the ice. there’s an unspoken moment there, before the reader rushes away with a quick apology. leading into her going home, getting settled and then answering the call from john about matthew coming to live with them. that’s brings you right up to the beginning of the book.

I like the overall vibes of this song, and I would choose it to play throughout the beginning montage scene of this movie. right after the reader learns matthew is coming to live with her and her brothers family, you see her shocked/nervous face and then the title screen pops up—the song coming to its full tilt before ending.

LOVE BY LANA DEL REY

track 2

you and matthew are in the car, chatting casually on your way to the coffee shop. the day is dreary, adding to the ambiance of the city. inside the car is warm and a little foggy, and you’re stealing glances at matthew as he drives.

this song is playing through the radio—shuffled on your playlist—creating a soft sound in the background of the scene. there’d be sweet laughter and more secretive looks at one another, which I feel sets up that romantic, lovey dovey vibe this story has.

CORNELIA STREET BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 3

this song would play on two separate occasions. the first of the two begins gently—you and matthew getting back into the car after collecting the coffees from the store. your phone begins to play this song, the begging instrumentals in the background of the scene. matthew brings up the idea of a taylor swift themed question for your work—which is a good idea.

the second time, although still related to the taylor swift question, happens during that actual scene. you’ve been asking the players what their favourite taylor swift song is with your mini microphone, and when matthew comes over to you (in a surge if jealousy) and you ask him his favourite, he says cornelia street.

both times you hear this song, it is only the instrumentals.

as well, matthew said you were in you lover era—and this song is from that album, adding to it all.

GLUE SONG BY BEABADOOBEE

track 4

matthew keeps glancing over at you, both of you only illuminated by the movie playing on the tv. the movie is heard in the background, kate and matthew’s distinctive lines playing out.

matthew and you are at that point of crushing where you want to spend every waking moment with one another—despite your stomachs swimming in nerves.

as you and matthew begin to tease one another, the movie sound is replaced with this song, playing gently in the background.

LOVERS BY ANNA OF THE NORTH

track 5

matthew and you are in the locker room after his injury. there’s a soft moment, one that includes the beginning of the relationship between you.

in the conversation, as the vibe starts to shift and matthew begins to crack jokes the song would start—the beginning instrumentals.

the chorus of the songs hits as soon as matthew and you kiss, continuing into the rest of the scene—including when they’re are texting one another later that night.

this is one of my favourite movie esq songs and the upbeat, lovey vibes are what I feel would hold best with this first kiss scene.

MIDNIGHT LOVE BY GIRL IN RED

track 6

I don’t have a specific scene tied to this song—not in the fic anyways. I picture this song playing after matthew and you have a talk in the kitchen, essentially established what is going on between you.

obviously he’s going back to arizona for a few weeks, so for this song I picture a set group of scenes, going between matthew in arizona and you and toronto—sharing texts and facetimes.

the song has that vibe of secret/forbidden relationship that I feel really portrays the secrecy between you.

FALLIN IN YOU BY COLBIE CAILLAT

track 7

another song without a specific scene, but rather a group of scenes. this cute and upbeat love song would play throughout a variety of scenes, including; getting the mail together, sneaking in each others rooms at night, kissing behind everyone’s backs, sex, coffee runs, answering questions with the team, looking across the room at one another—flirting without words.

this song is one i’ve always loved—believing it to be an anthem for this fic.

this song would continue into the shower scene, where matthew and you are soaping each other up, giggling and kissing—but, the song would abruptly stop when aryne knocks on the door. the abrupt stop translates to your and matthew’s shock, not expecting your sister-in-law to be home yet.

UNIVERSE BY KELSEA BALLERINI

track 8

you and aryne have cooked dinner (after you practically getting caught with matthew in the bathroom) and just when you thought you’re in the clear, aryne calls you out.

you’re both on the couch, cuddling under the blankets when she tells you that she knows. at first you’re emotional—panicked—scared that everything will be ruined.

but she reassures you that it’s okay, and she would never spill the beans if you didn’t want her too.

I chose this song specifically to play after aryne says, “y/n, he looks at you like you created the universe—like you could do no wrong. and you look at him the exact same. I just knew.”

this beautiful love ballad would begin to play during this scene, softly in the background as the conversation progresses—continuing as matthew takes you up to bed.

WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER BY GIRL IN RED

track 9

matthew’s birthday scene, although in the fic is a little more raunchy, would be different in the movie—sweet and cuddly. essentially the same conversation that leads up to the blowjob, but just skipping over that part in a film—perhaps just alluding to that.

the instrumentals of this song would make another appearance—playing when matthew tells you that you’re his best friend after your little tiff. this is one of my favourite moments in the books, and I feel the music of this song perfectly captures the essence of the scenes.

ITS BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHISTMAS BY MICHAEL BUBLE

track 10

christmas has approached in the story. the beginning instrumentals of this song would start near the end of the previous scene—which was john telling matthew and you that he’s okay with your being together. so the vibes are up!

you and matthew are at the christmas market, shopping for family and this song is playing through the scene, transitioning to the background as you and matthew begin to talk.

this is the scene where you see the snow globe you love—which eventually you open on christmas morning.

YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 11

the final scene of the story—christmas morning and you’ve just opened your snow globe from matthew. the beginning chords start playing in the background, gradually building as the scene comes to a close.

in that moment you feel seen—you are in love.

a call back to the beginning of the story when matthew and you are on your way to tim hortons, discussing you’re respective taylor swift eras. as previously discussed, yours is lover—hence cornelia street. matthew says his is 1989–hence the title of the fic.

[floralcyanide]

⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒.

౨ৎ 18+ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ !

⊹ summary: You are studying the one and only US President John F. Kennedy for your dual-title doctorate at Harvard University in 1963. Upon growing closer to the president, you happen to meet one of his Harvard friends, Coriolanus Snow, who is campaigning for the 1964 Election. You're both brought closer as time passes, and your life changes forever. As the 1964 Election continues and political tensions escalate, you come together. With the help of you, the Kennedys, and his charming wit and cleverness, Coriolanus Snow ends up with all he's ever wanted. However, the ever-growing Women's Revolution puts everything and everyone at risk. What Coriolanus doesn't know is that politics is all a game-

But there are worse games to play.

⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ word count: 269 (not including quote.) ⊹ author’s note: eeeee here's the prologue! I'm so excited to share this idea with you all. it was just a random fic idea I had and I didn't think it would snowball in my imagination the way it did, yet here we are lol. please be sure to check out the soundtrack and if you want to be tagged with every chapter, please fill out the form. I have both the soundtrack and taglist form below for you to click. much love!! ♡

౨ৎ divider credit: @cafekitsune

౨ৎ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ | sᴇʀɪᴇs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ | sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

❝And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.❞ — Lana Del Rey, Spoken Monologue, National Anthem

“Go on, sweetheart,” Coriolanus mumbles, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Wave to the people. They love it, they love you.”

You stare at Coriolanus for a moment in absolute awe as he basks in the glow of attention from the crowd. At this moment, he’s electric and powerful. You couldn’t be more proud of him for it. The two of you are in a brightly colored motorcade, slowly cruising through downtown Boston in celebration. Your husband effortlessly smiles in glory, his eyes twinkling in unbridled emotion- a rare sight to see from him. Coriolanus has his moments, but not like this. His blue eyes are usually cold, distant, and emotionless unless looking directly at you. Despite the lack of obvious light, you can still see it. It’s one thing Coriolanus admires about you; that you can see past his demeanor. The last time you remember him looking so full of pride, though, was the day you married one another.

It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that he succeeded at this- and you succeeded at this, too. Perhaps even harder to grasp that millions of people around the world now know your name and care about what you have to say. As Coriolanus said himself, the people love you. Sure, having the people on your side just as they are his matters to you. But at the end of the day, the only thing that matters for certain is if he truly loves you like he loves power. Sometimes you aren’t so sure. Sometimes, he looks at you, and you can’t see a thing.

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[getinthecar-elizabeth]

It's been a bit since I've posted so here's a little fluff.

Title: Netflix and twins

Pairing: Kylian x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You and Kylian had planned a movie night, but he turns up with extra guests.

A/N: I don't know if Kylian's niece and nephew are twins or not and I'm also not sure about their names

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It's Friday evening and you are getting ready for movie night with Kylian. You make sure the drinks and snacks are ready then sit down on the couch waiting for Kylian.

You don't wait long because, after a few minutes, your doorbell rings. You get up and walk to the door. Opening it, you are surprised to find not only Kylian but two other little human beings on either side of him.

"Hello," you greet them with a smile.

"Hi," Kylian gives you a sheepish smile. "I'm babysitting, hope that's okay."

"Of course," you smile at him. "Come in," you move aside to let them in.

"I brought pizza," he holds up two pizza boxes.

"Thank you," you take the boxes from him.

Kylian and the kids follow you to the living room and sit down while you take the pizzas to the kitchen and place them on the counter. You then return to the living room and grab a sit.

"This is Lana and Isaiah, my niece and nephew. Les enfants, voici tante Y/N, ma copine (kids, this is Aunty Y/N, my girlfriend)." Kylian grins.

Lana giggles when Kylian calls you his girlfriend.

"Aunty, really Kylian?" You raise an eyebrow. "Nice to meet you," you shake the twins' hands.

You sit next to Lana and make small talk with everyone. The kids quickly warm up to you.

You go to the kitchen to warm up the pizza while they pick a movie. When you finish, you carry the pizza to the living room and place it on the coffee table.

Kylian follows you back to the kitchen while the twins are preoccupied with arguing about what movie to watch.

As you stand on your tiptoes to grab cups from the top cupboard, you feel his warm body press against you and his hand reaches above yours to grab the plastic cups. He takes the cups and places them on the counter. You turn around and he's really close.

He has that cute smirk on his face.

"The kids are right over there," you remind him.

"They don't see anything," he smiles.

He places a quick peck on your lips and walks backwards taking the cups with him. You couldn't contain the smile that broke out on your face.

He winks at you, turns around, grabs the paper plates off the island, and walks back to the living living room. You grab the juice from the refrigerator and follow him.

You place the juice on the coffee table and ask the twins, "What movie are we watching?"

You sit down, this time next to Isaiah. Kylian is seated next to Lana, the twins are between you.

"Ice Age," the twins shout.

"What?" You exaggerate a gasp. "I love that movie. Which one?"

"The one with the dinosaurs," Lana says excitedly and Isaiah imitates a roar.

"Okay. Let's get something to eat before we start the movie." You put pizza on the plates for everyone and pour the juice.

You put a small side table against the couch so the kids can place their drinks on it.

You don't notice Kylian watching you dote over the kids with a dreamy look. 'You are going to make a great mother someday,' he thinks to himself.

You also hand Kylian his pizza and juice and he thanks you.

You turn on the movie, grab your food and everyone turns their focus to the TV.

The room is filled with laughter, screams, giggles and cheers. As the credits roll up, the twins are fast asleep. Isaiah's head is lying on your lap and Lana is cradled under Kylian's arms.

"Well that was a nice movie night," you speak softly.

"Yeah. What are we going to do with them?" He whispers.

"We can put them in the guest room. I'll go get it ready." You gently lift Isaiah's head and place it on a couch cushion.

You go to the guest bedroom and prepare the bed for the kids. When you return to the living room, Kylian has put away the dishes and pizza boxes. You indicate to him that the room is ready.

He carries Isaiah to the bedroom first and you tuck him in. He then carries Lana, but as he places her down she stirs, "Oncle Kyky," she mumbles.

"Shhh," Kylian tries to soothe her back to sleep.

"It's okay, I got it. Let me," you take his place next to Lana.

You hum a familiar tune but he can't recall it. He's mesmerized by your voice. He didn't know you had such a good singing voice.

Lana shuts her eyes and settles down again. You kiss her forehead and pull the sheets up to her chin.

You silently follow Kylian out of the room and close the door but leave it slightly open.

As soon as you turn around Kylian's hands find their way around your waist and pull you flush against his body and his lips find yours. You kiss him back but quickly put your hands on his chest and gently push him away, separating your lips.

"Kylian, we've got kids in the house. Behave yourself," you scold him in a whisper.

"Okay, fine. Let's go to the bedroom." He grabs you by your hand and pulls you towards your bedroom.

"Kylian, no," you giggle as you follow him.

"I know you're only saying that because you can be loud, you just have to keep it down," he says as he closes the door.

"Kyl-" you try to say but your words are cut short as he kisses you.

Let's just say, the kids didn't hear anything, but your pillow would have gone deaf if it had ears.

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[thatmrmiller]

Every Man Gets his Wish

Warnings: 18+ smut, significant age gap, virgin!reader, kinda purity/corruption kink, problematic conversations around the hetero-normative concept of virginity, unprotected sex, power imbalance, cheating, blackmail/ coercion, noncon, forced breeding. Dead Dove, very creepy content, overall discretion advised.

WC: 3.1k

A/N: credit to @serenaxpedro for the prompt, what an idea... Title is from the unreleased Lana song!

Sarah Miller was your college roommate. You became friends quickly, she was bubbly and personable and you felt as though you had known her for years.

Soon it turned into something else, you weren't sure you were necessarily official, but you fooled around together and dated. Then, one weekend, she invited you to go home with her.

So there you were, in her childhood bedroom. Her dad was out and you were both hanging out the window, sharing a joint. She was giggly at the best of times but combined with the weed, she was downright ridiculous.

"Shhh!" You urged. "What if he comes home?"

"You think he didn't smoke weed in his twenties?" She laughs.

"That's different, you- We-" She pulls a silly expression, waiting for you to go on, but you burst out into laughter before you can finish your thought.

After the joint is finished you lay in bed together, her on her back with her head on the pillow and you on your stomach next to her, kicking your legs up in the air behind you.

You point out a poster on the wall "Who the hell is that?" You ask.

She laughs and gets out her phone. "A band I was obsessed with when I was younger. Listen."

She plays a terrible song, an angsty boyband and you laugh along with her.

You hadn't even heard her dad's truck pull up or him enter the house.

"I had such a crush on him." She admits, showing you a photo of one of the band members.

"Gross." You say.

"I thought you liked guys too?" She responds.

"I do, I guess, but I'm picky."

"What do you mean by picky?"

"Well... I've slept with probablyyyy..." You drag out the word. "I don't know. A few girls at least. But never a guy."

She laughs. "So you're a virgin?"

You throw a pillow at her softly. "I'm not a-" You laugh too. "I'm not a virgin. There's nothing that says you must sleep with a dude to lose your virginity."

She hums, unconvinced.

Neither of you are aware that her dad is standing right outside the bedroom door. He hadn't even meant to snoop, he was just going to knock and tell you he was home. But he was interested in the conversation and listened in.

"I just have never met a guy I was remotely interested in sleeping with. They're so. Bleh." You pull a face as you make the mocking sound and she laughs.

"Well you're in college now so I'm sure that will change."

"College boys are no better than high school boys. They all suck." You giggle.

"I'm hungry." She announces, and jumps off the bed.

Just then, a knock sounds on the bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" A gruff voice sounds.

Your eyes widen in panic, worried he will come in, smell the weed, and lose his shit. You know your own dad would. Sarah sees your nerves and rolls her eyes at you.

"What is it?" She responds.

The door opens and you see Sarah's dad for the first time. He is tall and broad, visibly muscular under his tight dark tshirt. You look away, worried you were staring. But then again, you're high, and paranoid, and you probably weren't.

"Just came in to say I'm home. You girls need anything?" He asks.

"Food." Sarah says quickly. Too quickly. You shoot her a look.

He just laughs, muttering "I wonder why." Then he continues, "Well I went to the store today. There's chips, and, other stuff, I think."

She is already pushing past him.

He watches her go and then his gaze turns to you. He is smirking. He must be able to tell you are squirming with anxiety.

"I don't care about the weed." He says.

Your eyes are still wide in panic. You don't know what to respond.

He walks further into the room, still watching you.

"So..." He says. "You're Sarah's... Girlfriend?"

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Shouldn't you ask her that?" You say. Admittedly, it maybe comes out ruder than you intended.

He laughs and whistles. "Alright. Feisty. I see why she likes you."

You don't respond. You continue to stare at him. You don’t know what he wants from you, and the whole ‘Cool Dad’ thing isn’t particularly impressive to you.

He licks his lips. “Anyway, from what I hear, sounds like you’re a good girl. So I don’t mind.”

You wonder what he means by that and realise he must have heard the conversation that you were having just before he came in. If it was possible, you feel yourself blushing harder.

His gaze is practically painful, you feel so embarrassed. The look on his face tells you that he knows this, and something else behind his eyes tells you he might even be enjoying it.

“I liked what I heard.” He says. You can see his gaze wandering all over you, you are only wearing a vest and shorts. “Always better to skip messing around with boys and wait for a man.”

You don’t meet his eye.

Sarah’s footsteps approach and he goes to leave the room, shooting you a wink.

She enters with her arms ladened with chips, soda, and candy.

You laugh at the sight of her. She closes the door behind herself with her foot.

“What did he want?” She asks, dropping her stash on the bed.

“Oh umm…” You try and think of what to say. “Just asking how school’s going.”

She laughs. “Surprising. He doesn’t take an interest in my degree.”

You just smile back and shrug. You feel bad about lying but you don’t know how to explain that you think her dad might have been creeping on you.

You lay in bed together, eating snacks and playing on your phones.

After a while, you’re thirsty. “I need water.” You say.

“Go help yourself.” She says, smiling.

“What if your dad’s downstairs?” You ask.

“It doesn’t matter.” She responds.

“But-”

“Don’t be a baby.” She taunts. “You can go to the kitchen without me holding your hand.”

You hit her playfully. She knows you’re not even shy so you don’t have a good excuse as to why you don’t want to go down alone.

You groan loudly and stand up.

“Can I at least get a sweater? I feel naked.”

She gestures to one strewn over her chair.

“Thanks.” You say. You put it on and it drowns you, covering your shorts.

You tiptoe down to the first floor quietly, not wanting your movements around the house to be easily noticeable.

You hear the television on as you get to the bottom of the stairs and realise he is in the living room, you would have to walk directly past him to get to the kitchen.

You flash him a smile as you pass, and he stares at you. You turn round when you enter the kitchen and he’s still staring, his eyes glued to your ass. He doesn’t even try to be subtle. Gross.

You find the cupboard that contains the glasses and run the tap. You jump as you turn round and find he is standing there, only the kitchen island separating you.

“Cute sweater.” He says, pointing at your chest.

“Umm…” You look down. It has the name of a baseball team on it. “It’s Sarah’s.”

“Actually, it’s mine.” He corrects.

“Oh. Sorry. She gave it to me.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, darlin’. Looks good. Keep it.” He says, nodding.

You don’t argue, but it’s not like you are actually going to keep it. You’ll just take it right back off and give it to Sarah. You only put it on so you didn’t attract his attention. It unfortunately had the opposite effect.

You have dealt with creepy guys before, but you have never been in their house. It is so much more intimidating. The fact he was attractive made it harder too, drawing you to him despite the obvious danger he posed.

You offer him a stiff smile and go to make your way round the kitchen counter and past him. He sidesteps and blocks your path.

An awkward laugh escapes you, and you look up at him.

He watches you, smiling. The tension is getting to you. He doesn’t make any move out of your way.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper.

“What? Nothing, sweetheart.” He says, frowning in confusion.

For a moment, you thought he was being genuine and you think you might have been reading this all wrong. Guilt twinges at you and you consider the situation. Maybe he was just lonely and awkward. Maybe Sarah didn’t have people round often and he was genuinely trying to be welcoming in his own way.

But he still doesn’t move.

“Excuse me.” You whisper.

He reaches a hand out to touch your face. You recoil but he pursues you, taking another step closer.

He runs his thumb across your lips.

“Funny. What you said earlier about being a virgin. It’s so obvious to me now.” He says.

You freeze in place, feeling your face heating in shock and embarrassment.

“There’s this… Look in your eyes. And how shy and embarrassed you get, how much you blush.” He says softly. One of his hands is gently stroking at your face, his thumb still tracing your bottom lip.

You try not to meet his eye, desperately looking for something else to focus on.

“Maybe you could use a lesson.” He muses.

“Mr Miller I-”

He finally steps away. “Hey, no pressure. I’m just kidding.”

Then, as you walked away, he slapped your ass.

You curse yourself for moments ago considering giving him the benefit of the doubt. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn’t turn to face him so you scurried back up the stairs. You heard him chuckle behind you and your skin crawled. What was this guy’s problem?

You slammed the door behind you after hurrying into Sarah’s room.

“Woah.” She says, looking up to take in your expression. “What’s wrong?”

She reaches out to you and you climb onto the bed beside her.

You try to smile but it’s stiff and you feel closer to tears than anything.

“I don’t know. Bad weed I think. I feel so weird.”

You couldn’t tell her what was going on with Mr Miller. You barely understood yourself, never mind trying to explain it.

“Come here, chicken.” She says, reaching out and pulling you into her chest. You laughed a little at the nickname you had for each other.

Her sweet scent and warmth lulls you to sleep.

You wake up in the early hours of the morning needing to use the bathroom.

You pad barefoot across the hall and into the main bathroom. As you wash your hands, there is a soft knock at the door. You are still dazed from sleep and you open it.

You are instantly pushed backwards and the door closes again. Mr Miller.

He presses you into the counter immediately. He seems to have been drinking the whole time you have been asleep, his eyes a little glazed over and his movements slightly off balance.

“How you doin’?” He slurs.

“I’m fine, please-” He grinds into you, you are pinned against the counter and both his arms are either side of you, caging you in.

“Please, don’t do this.” You plead.

“What?” He says. “What don’t you want me to do?”

“I don’t know- just, any of this, please. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“I think you did ask for it, baby. Think you’ve been asking for it all night. You came into my house, you bragged about never having been fucked before, and you expect me not to take that as a challenge? Paraded around in my clothes in front of me, with your ass out like a whore? Huh? That’s not asking for it?”

You feel tears forming in your eyes. “Bragging? No, honestly, that was a private conversation. One that you were not supposed to be involved in.”

“This is my house. Nothing that happens under my roof is private from me. Don’t be disrespectful.” He spits.

Your fear and discomfort turns into frustration. “Is this what you do? Force yourself on all of Sarah’s guests? I should go tell her.”

You try to push past him but he grabs both of your wrists and pushes his groin harder against you. You can practically taste the alcohol on his breath because of how close he is to you.

“Maybe I’ll go tell her you tried it on with me. She’ll be heartbroken, doll. You’re a real catch.”

You glare at him. This is fully-fledged blackmail.

“And then what ya’ gonna do?” He continues. “College is a long way off. So is home. It’s the middle of the night.”

You swallow your retort, realising he is right. You are technically stuck here, at least until the morning. You try a different tactic, sighing deeply.

“Listen, Mr. Miller, I’m really sorry for all this. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I, I don't want this. Can we just agree to forget all this, please? For Sarah?”

His eyes flash with something violent.

“Don’t bring her into this.”

“Please Mr-”

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps.

“Why?” You say sweetly.

He grabs your hand and forces it against the hard bulge in his jeans. “Because you’re turning me on.”

You could always yell out to Sarah.

As if reading your mind, he brings a hand to your mouth and presses down, covering it. His other hand works it’s way into your shorts. You squirm and try to kick at him but he’s strong and holds you in place.

“No one’s had you before?” He says. “Really?”

He isn’t looking for an answer, as he doesn’t take his hand away that is gripping your mouth.

“I haven’t fucked a virgin in years.” He says.

Your skin crawls at the thought as he continues to rub the outside of your underwear. You are doing all you can to avert your gaze and avoid his eyes, not wanting to see the sick look of pleasure he is bound to have behind them.

His fingers are rubbing through your folds, it is unpleasant, you aren’t getting wet because you are so uncomfortable. He takes his hand out and spits on it before forcing it back into your underwear, roughly inserting two fingers inside you.

He groans as he pushes them inside of you, you continue to whimper against the hand he has pressed to your mouth. He curls his fingers deep inside you and the stretch is painful.

He flashes you a dangerous look and hisses "Don't make a sound."

He removes the hand covering your mouth and you are intimidated into doing as he says, keeping quiet.

With both hands he tears off your shorts and underwear, and spins you round so your ass faces him and you are looking in the mirror.

You close your eyes, not wanting to see him or yourself as the situation unfolds. You feel him unzipping his jeans behind you and the heavy weight of his erect cock hits your ass. You feel him stroke himself a few times before gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, lifting one of your knees up to the counter and shifting himself to enter inside of you.

"Please don't-" You whimper, your voice weak and quiet.

He hisses at you to be quiet again.

He rubs his cock through your folds a couple of times before bringing it to your entrance. You gasp as he pushes it into you mercilessly, you are tight and unprepared. He stuffs himself inside you all the way to the hilt and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

He immediately sets an aggressive pace, not a care for your discomfort as you squirm under him. His hands grip you roughly, holding you as still as possible to allow him to have his way with you.

After a while, you get used to the feeling and grow numb to the pain of his huge cock piercing into you. He breathes heavily in your ear and you cringe at the intimate sounds, trying your best to shut out all of the sensations, trying not to feel, not to hear, not to watch as he does this.

“Look at yourself, fuckin’ slut.” He says. He pulls your hair so as to lift your head up, forcing you face to face with yourself in the mirror. “Every girl’s good till she takes the right cock. Then look. Turns you all into filthy fuckin’ whores.”

Your expressions are pornographic. Your brows are pulled together and your eyes are practically glazed over. You look cock drunk and ridiculous. You barely have it in you to be ashamed of yourself, as you are starting to enjoy what he is doing to you.

“You’re gonna think of me every time you take another cock.” He hisses in your ear. “You’re never gonna have anyone again without wishing it was me fucking this tight little cunt.”

You don't respond, your eyes drifting closed. He grips your face roughly. "Keep them open. Watch yourself. You like it."

He shows no mercy with his rough thrusts, but his pace eventually begins to slow. "Gonna fill you with my cum. You want that?"

You look at him in panic and he seems to enjoy that, a twisted grin appearing on his face once again.

"P-Please, no-" You stutter. "Please don't-"

"Shut up and take it." He grunts, his thrusts somehow feeling deeper than ever as he ruts into you.

After a few moments he releases a strangled groan and stills inside you. You feel his hot release leaking into you and you let out a sob. He watches you in glee as he pulls out and your legs shake, struggling to steady yourself against the counter.

He tucks his cock into his jeans and you keep your eyes pressed shut, you can't look at him.

“You’re welcome back any time, honey.” He says.

He exits the bathroom and you are left to deal with your girlfriend’s dad’s cum dripping down your inner thighs.

ThatMrMiller Masterlist

[divinedelusional]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

nate archibald x fem reader

word count: 1130

synopsis: you watch challengers with nate and he relates to art, which leads him to reflections about himself and your relationship

warnings: none except for small age gap (nate is 33 and reader would be in her late 20s, so they're like 5 yrs apart)

a/n: watched challengers couple days ago (ik im so late) and surprise surprise i adore art... i think nate would really vibe with his character. anyway it takes place in 2024 so nate being born in 1991 would make him 33 and probably that would be time when he is a mayor of nyc

title from the song lucky ones by lana del rey

You really didn't understand Tashi. Well, you could understand her but you certainly didn't relate to her. Of course, you never played sports professionally but you thought even if you did, you wouldn't be so driven by it to put some game above a man like Art Donaldson. And your boyfriend apparently agreed with you as he constantly was making comments about her like:

"Oh she doesn't wanna be homewrecker? Will see about that"

"What is going on with her? Like can't she just give it a rest?"

"This thing between all three of them... i don't like it, seems like type of schemes Blair and Chuck would be into back in a day, but not me".

You laughed at the last comment, running your hand through Nate's hair as he eased into your touch.

"Come here, tiger" you moved aside a little bit, gesturing to your boyfriend that you wanted him to sit closer to you. You made space for him and now he's back was glued to your chest and you could rest your chin on his head, your arms wrapped around his frame. You loved to have him like this. Not a lot of people knew that the youngest mayor of New York City, Nate Archibald, your boyfriend was such a teddy bear at home. Of course the public knew about your relationship, but it was a definition of private but not secret. As much as Nate loved to shower you with his love and affection you also loved to spoil him back. You knew how stressful his profession could be and you were always there for him, always assuring him of your love for him. Yeah, you were a total opposite of Tashi Duncan.

You also were grateful of every minute spend with Nate as you often were busy with your jobs. So to have him next to you commenting on the movie and getting excited about the plot meant a lot to you.

As the movie went by, Nate became more quiet. At first you thought that he was getting bored but that was not a thing. You tried to talk to him but he sushed you gently.

"Baby i need to know what's gonna happen"

"Okay, babe" you said pressing a light kiss to his hair.

You felt your boyfriend shifting as he moved to lay across the couch, his head on your lap and he held your hand.

"Better?" you chuckled.

"Yeah" he said kissing the palm of your hand and you knew by the tone of his voice that his mood had dropped.

Final credits rolled and usually Nate would speak his mind on what he just saw and you'd head to the kitchen to make dinner together as you usually did if you spent an afternoon watching a movie. Today it was different though.

"I'm gonna shower" Nate sighed getting up from the couch.

"Kay, baby" you answered a little confused. "What are you in the mood for dinner?"

"I don't know figure it out later?" he asked and you nodded.

You laid on your shared bed as you were waiting for Nate to come out of the shower. It was beautiful may late afternoon and days were so much longer now and you loved it. You were so stunned by the golden light in your bedroom that you didn't even notice that Nate was taking shower for twenty minutes. You sat on a bed wondering what's going on with him.

He finally came into the bedroom. Wearing beige linen pants he sported around the house. Thin silver chain with a small charm of your birthstone on his neck. You couldn't believe that this was your man. You looked at him, eyes full of love as you made eye contact with him and reached out your hand towards him. He came up to you and knelt by the bed, his head on your thighs. You didn't think that he realized that he hit the exact same pose as Art in the movie.

"What's bothering you sweetheart?" you asked running your hand through his hair gently.

"Nothing is bothering me, I've just been thinking" he said and small smile appeared on his face.

"Bout what?"

"You. Me. Us" he said pressing small kisses to your legs.

"Uh huh? And?" you chuckled as your heart quickened a bit.

"I'm just grateful you're not Tashi" he said.

You laughed and let a sigh of relief.

"Oh god, Nate" you knew what he meant just by that one sentence. Before you met Nate, he'd been in a fair share of relationships. And he always loved his partner. That didn't mean he received the same love he gave. He met women like Tashi on his way. Successful, strong women, who sure enjoyed his company but did they love him? At some point yes, but not as much as he loved them.

"Relate to Art a little bit too much huh?" you asked. He nodded. "I'm just so grateful that I'm yours you know?" he mumbled into your legs.

"And you have to remember that I'm as much grateful as you, okay? Get up here I can't kiss you"

Nate got up from his knees as he pushed you to lay on your back. He kissed you slowly almost shyly just like he did on your first date almost 6 years ago. Your pulled on his hair, which always caused him to moan. You hooked your legs around his waits as he lift you up. You sat comfortably and pressed your lips to his again. You've been kissing like that for a while, slowly gently. You've been giving his lips kitten licks like you were afraid of breaking him. Finally you pulled away. Nate laid down on his side and you did the same. You were lying like that just looking at each other for a while. You were smiling, tracing shapes on his naked chest.

"Nate I wouldn't want to live in a lifetime where I'm not in love with you." you said.

"I'm pretty sure a lifetime like that doesn't exist, I would search for you in each one of them".

You pulled him in another kiss, though you couldn't kiss him much longer as you heard small rumble.

"Guess we have to head to the kitchen" you sighed.

Later when you were chopping cherry tomatoes and Nate was setting the table you asked.

"But did you like the movie?"

"Oh yeah, it was phenomenal. Art deserve better though. A life with a girl like I have" he smiled at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach at what he said. A life. Little did you know that at Tiffany & Co. a certain custom ring was in development on request of Nate Archibald.

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[cellophaine]

i dont know if you listen to lana del rey but MATT MURDOCK AND SAD GIRL BY LANA DEL REY

i need a fic based on this like i have been listening to it non stop and i cant stop thinking on him so a matt murdock angst fic with fluff with a lil smut?

Sad Girl

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut.

Author's Note: This fic is brought to you by delusion and denial. The song has a big influence, but I made a few tweaks. Italics are flashbacks.

To Anon: yes I do listen to Lana! Quite religiously 🫣 If you read through the fic names in my masterlist, you'll see some of Lana's song titles.

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit

"Sooo … how's it going with the guy you're seeing?"

Over the rim of your cup, you cast your watchful eyes at your friend as you took a sip of your steamed drink. Mindy's inquisitive gaze bored into you, pawing and prodding at the film of protection you projected on the particular topic. You had expected her to ask about Matt since that was where you left off the last time you saw her three months ago, even though she was your closest friend. The way you left it wasn't positive in your friend's eyes, so this time, she was adamant about the two of you catching up. You couldn't hide from her anymore, even if you tried.

You bit into the side of your cheek before releasing it; your eyes briefly darted away from Mindy's face before answering.

"It's… good."

Mindy arched a brow at your drawn-out 'good', waiting patiently as she expected you to divulge.

"It's really good. Same old, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed in a way that seldomly meant something good.

"Does that mean you're still stuck in the … grey area?"

You placed your drink down a little harsher than necessary, striking a sharp sound on the delicate saucer.

"I'm not 'stuck'. It's not even a grey area; it's black and white. I chose this."

She had struck a nerve, and you didn't want to admit that to yourself.

"So you chose to be in an ambiguous relationship with a man who doesn't seem to care that much about you? Who only hits you up when he needs someone to warm his bed?"

Your casual, friends-with-benefits relationship with Matt had gone on for well over eight months. At the very beginning, you both agreed on strictly no strings attached. He would come over, you would fuck, and at the end, he would leave. It started out as a once-in-a-while thing, then once a week, and now it had almost become a nightly basis. Your closet stored some of his comfy and formal clothes, your bathroom cabinet held his own hygiene items, and your pantry was stocked with his favourite teas. Matt had slept over so often that you felt like your place was his, too. Even your first aid kit got an upgrade as you equipped it with stuff you wouldn't need yourself so you could be more prepared for any injuries he might have. You knew Matt was Daredevil, knowing the danger he might face every night. It wasn't something he could hide from you. Not for as long as Matt tried to, anyway. After your discovery of Daredevil and Matt's acceptance of the fact that you knew, you started patching him up when his nights got rough, and he began to ask for your help more often. On those nights when his injuries weren't so grave, his fucking would get rougher as the extension of his waning wrath.

"No! You're wrong. It's not like that at all. He cares about me …."

You trailed off when the doubt crept in, making you unsure of yourself. Mindy caught on to your hesitation and gave you a concerned gaze. You couldn't help it, but you wanted to prove your friend wrong. After all, it only happened three weeks ago, and the memory was still fresh in your mind.

Your boss was in a particular mood that day. He scrapped the entirety of your careful research and made you go down the police station all the way in Brooklyn to obtain the paper documents yourself. You barely made it out of work and into a cab before eleven, slouching in the back seat as the toll of the day took over. Your feet ached from the heels, and your body was riddled with tension. You were so exhausted that once you came home, you headed straight for the shower to wash off the grime and sweat; the melody of your wind chime outside on the fire escape didn't even register in your ears. After the much-needed cleanse, you settled on the couch with greasy takeout and put on your show. You didn't even notice how the wind chime had gone quiet, turning into a gentle tune momentarily before three dull knocks on the window pane startled you.

Your attention turned to the window, recognizing the silhouette outside. You only realized then that you had forgotten to take the wind chime in – the form of communication you used to signal that you were waiting for him. The melody had almost become a permanent fixture on your fire escape. You hurried to the window and ushered Matt in.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming."

You felt guilty of your own forgetfulness for giving him a false signal, but a small part of you didn't. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to. It felt like a violation of your agreement. And yet, you desperately did not want to be alone that night. All the turmoil in your head quickly evaporated as Matt closed the distance, discarding his mask before he reached you and pulled you in by your waist. He planted a hungry kiss on your lips, slowly smouldering to a lingering touch. You would be lying if you said his impatience didn't turn you on. You pulled away from him, feeling embarrassed when you remembered the chow mein you had, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

"What was that for?"

Your eyes drank in the messed up hair, the glossy unsighted eyes focused a lower point on your face, and the easy smile tugged at a corner of his plump, just-kissed lips. Everything added to the boyish charm you had come to love.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I missed you."

His confession and the way he said it with a soft smirk made you melt. Matt wasn't one for sentimental statements, but when he was in the mood for it, he always knew how to make you weak in the knees. No matter how true the admission was, he knew you knew that this was no more than a casual arrangement. Crossing the boundaries was something of a figment.

"It's only been three days."

"I know. And I still missed you all the same."

He stepped even closer, slotting one leg between your open stance before slanting his lips over yours. You couldn't help but lean into the kiss and moan; your body arched into his embrace out of second nature. His soft lips found the pulse on your neck and sucked, marking the smooth skin there as if he deemed that it was missing his mark. His hands started pulling on your clothes, making your mind run wild with the possibilities of the night. But your muscles' cry for rest was louder. For the second time that night, you gingerly pulled away from his warm embrace, and the crestfallen look on his face once you had distanced yourself almost made you regret it.

"Is something wrong?"

He asked gently. None of the whining and all of the genuine concern. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"It's not you. It's me. I had a pretty … shitty day at work, and I … I don't feel like doing this right now."

You quickly added.

"I hope that's okay."

His immediate response untied the knot in your belly.

"Of course it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You lowered your gaze to the ground; your voice was small and quiet.

"I do, I just don't want to disappoint you, that's all."

Matt placed a hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"You could never disappoint me, no matter what."

You clasped a hand around the wrist that was hovering over your collarbone. With all the courage you could muster, you begrudgingly gave voice to the inescapable outcome of the night.

"Well, I guess I'll… see you later?"

His brows furrowed as if you were speaking a language he didn't know.

"What do you mean? You're not getting rid of me that easily."

In a fell swoop, Matt picked you up. He walked to the couch, gently laid you down on the plush surface and told you to stay still. You watched with wide eyes as he disappeared into your bathroom. You heard the water running, then shutting off, and Matt appeared only to vanish into your bedroom. You peeked over the couch as you heard him rummaging around what sounded like your bedside table, helping himself to its content. Eventually, he left the bedroom with your body oil mist. You braced yourself on your elbows, apprehensive and confused, when Matt asked you to remove your sweats.

"I'm just going to give you a massage. No funny business, I promise."

He urged you to lay back as he carefully folded your clothes and put them on the armchair nearby. He loosened the knots in your muscles, kneading at your sore limbs. His hands worked with so much tenderness and patience, smoothing the oil over your skin, making sure you were relaxed and comfortable. You practically melted into the couch once he was done with you, feeling the tension had long ebbed away.

You sighed happily; the touch of appreciation sweetened your voice.

"Thank you for that."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

Matt smiled fondly at you, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. And then, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he didn't know if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He finally asked, his voice soft. The question seemed so small, yet, it made your heart soar, sending a familiar serotonin rush through your veins.

"No. Stay with me, please."

Matt slid onto the couch with you, cuddling you from behind. The space was a little cramped, but you were grateful for it for the way his body pressed up against you underneath the cozy blanket. The two of you watched your favourite show together. Still, you didn't pay much attention to it as your mind tried to soak up as much of this feeling as possible until you fell asleep. When you woke the next morning, he wasn't there. Yet, something felt different now that you had a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the thorned fence.

Despite the "developement", you still felt unsure. And Mindy could tell that.

"If he cared about you like that, why haven't you made it official? Is there something holding you back?"

You bit your lip, your head lowered as you still tether at the edge of acceptance of your situation after an even more recent event.

"Actually, yeah …"

You thought you knew him better than most people did, but maybe, it was you who knew the least of all. You thought about last week when you were tasked with writing a piece on the new up-and-coming law firm in the middle of Hell's Kitchen that took down Wilson Fisk.

It was all a coincidence, but you didn't mind getting to observe Matt on a professional level. The business plate on the wall outside looked new and polished, contrary to the inside. The building was a little dingy but functional. When Foggy Nelson welcomed you into the small office, the sight you saw was all but welcoming. The glass panes did nothing to conceal the view of Matt being awfully cozy with a gorgeous woman, who you knew was Karen Page. She straightened his tie, and Matt was saying something to her, his soft lips close to the crown of her head. Karen laughed at his words, and in return, an easy smile spread across his face. The intimate scene made you feel like you were intruding on the two of them just by looking in. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it down. It was no time for personal feelings and thoughts.

Still, the unpleasant feeling simmered and stayed with you throughout the interview until the very end. When the photographer showed up to take their photos for the newspaper, you bore witness to their intimacy once more. It was obvious to anyone that there was something between them, whether it was in the past or present. The way they held each other before your observant eyes manifested into something tangible that you could touch and couldn't compare. Their bond was something deeper than your relationship. That only aggravated your stubborn jealousy and how ashamed you felt afterward for feeling such fierce possessiveness over someone who wasn't even yours. He never was, never had been, and never would be. What you had was a casual agreement, and that was all to it. But you had to go ahead and fall for him.

The look on Mindy's face after you told her about Matt and Karen was one you knew too well. It was of pity, and you hated being on the receiving end.

"It sounds like he might have something going on with that woman. After all, you didn't agree to be mutually exclusive."

She took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as if to soften the blow she was about to deliver.

"I think you should reconsider your relationship. Being the other woman is not worth it, no matter how good in bed he is."

You couldn't stop the frown that formed on your lips, but you could control the trembling that almost broke in your lower lip. You jerked your hand away as if Mindy's touch seared you with shame. Your voice shook as your defensiveness raised itself around you.

"You don't know him like I do, okay? Stay out of it. I don't need your sage advice."

I don't need you to tell me how wrong I am. You wanted to say. You knew that already. Saying that out loud would mean admitting you were wrong about Matt, about the two of you, and about everything.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring Mindy's calls. Your nose felt stung from the unshed tears, from the weight of your friend's words. You knew she only wanted good things for you, but she was wrong. She must be.

Even then, in your heart, you weren't so sure.

That night, you didn't think Matt would come. But you were thankful that he did. The moment you heard his familiar steps on the stairs, making his way up to you, you were already at the window, practically pulling Matt in once he reached you. You didn't even wait until he got even footing on the floor to kiss him senselessly, drawing a surprised gasp from him. He didn't seem to mind and quickly reciprocated. Moments later, your clothes were shed, letting your bare skin and laboured breaths fill the silence. Matt's hands ran all over your curves appreciatively, his lips tangled with yours fervently. He whispered on your lips when you parted to breathe.

"I missed you."

You heard that, Mindy? He said he missed me.

"I missed you too."

Your words drawled into a soft moan as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. His hand settled on your ass, urging you to jump into his arms like you always would, and you did. The proof of his need for you pressed against your stomach, hard and unyielding. Matt shifted you in his arms, and you used the movement to graze your slick core around his shaft. Your arousal smeared on his length, and you couldn't stop the gasp at the feeling of him so close to your entrance. Matt found your bedroom easily and fell onto the soft sheets with you. You scuttled back to make room, and he followed you. You held yourself up by your elbows; a shiver ran through your body as you watched him stroke his cock a few times before teasing your entrance. His tip touched your wet folds, dragging and spreading the slickness along the slit. He stimulated your clit with his velvet head, and you whimpered at how good it felt. As you parted your lips to tell him to stop teasing you, he plunged in without warning, and the complaint from your throat became a blissed moan.

Matt stopped for a moment after fully sheathed inside you, his face tilted towards yours, allowing you to drink in the pure euphoria on his face. His mouth was open-slacked, his brows curved up in an acute focus of relief, his unsighted eyes lost in the heaven you shared. You rocked your hip to meet his, only to be stopped with his hands on your waist, his hold tight, but not enough to leave bruises.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't last very long."

You nudged your heel against his ass, and your thighs squeezed his hips like an invitation.

"I don't care. I need you. Please."

Something shifted in him when you begged, and your prayer was answered with a withdrawal and hard thrust of his hips. You cried out, letting yourself fall back on the mattress and allowing Matt to pound into you. Each delicious thrust brought you closer to the edge, but you used all of your willpower to hold on. You wanted to finish with him. Matt's body covered yours as he nudged your head to rest on the crook of his arm. He caged you in, encompassing you in a cocoon that was him. His fingers wove into your hair, pulling the strands slightly to draw out your moans. His face hovered over yours, and with the barely-there distance, you felt like you were observing a piece of art reserved for your eyes only. Matt was all-consuming, demanding your attention and submission in every sense possible. All you saw was his beautiful face, all you heard was his lustful cries, and all you felt was his fullness inside you, stealing your breaths. You succumbed to him fully, worshipping him with everything that was attached to your mortal shell.

Your cries of pleasure intertwined with his created a beautiful melody of primal desires. Your hands clawed at his back, without a doubt making marks. Matt only groaned louder at the claim you made on his back, enjoying the pain you inflicted on him. As you neared your end, your core clenched hard, and his thrusts only got rougher at the tell-tale sign of your finish line. You could feel how close he was with the way his pace stuttered. You took hold of his chin, and Matt took a brief moment to kiss your thumb.

"Let go. I've got you."

You whispered breathlessly as his deep strokes made it hard to talk. Matt drew your thumb into his mouth and bit on it, but it did little to muffle his grunts of release. The feeling of him filling you up triggered your own orgasm as you came with him. The white-hot pleasure made you arch your back, making your pebbled nipples graze his broad chest. Matt's hand came down to grope at one breast, massaging and playing with your nipple, making you gasp, moan, and writhe at the sensation. He dipped his head to the hardened peak and soothed its ache with the warmth of his mouth as if to apologize for the lack of attention he paid. When you finally came down from the high, Matt whisked you into a breathless, lingering kiss as if he never wanted it to end. You happily reciprocated, and at that moment, it really felt like he might have feelings for you.

A little while later, after Matt had helped you settle in bed and fetched you some water, he slipped into the spot beside you, nudging your head to rest on his chest. His fingers caressed your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin. You played with the ridges of his abs; your blissful mind ran wild with all the possibilities and hypotheses. You felt something different tonight, just like that night when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Hey, I was wondering …."

He hummed in reply, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been doing this for a while, and I … I wonder if anything has changed."

His hand still kept a steady rhythm on your arm.

"What has changed?"

"Us. Our relationship."

Matt turned his face towards you, and your heart chipped a little at the confusion. He took a moment before answering you.

"We both agreed on being strictly casual. So … no, nothing has changed."

The crack on your heart turned into splinters that kept falling down like a flimsy house of cards, and you weren't fast enough to catch all the pieces. Of course, Mindy was right. You were such a fool. How could you hope for something different after all this time?

"Where was my memo on this thing?"

Matt chuckled softly, seeming to please with the little joke he made. Even though his body was warm, you only felt colder than ever. You slowly removed yourself from him as if Matt had grown thorns, and every movement hurt. Once you left the bed, Matt braced himself on one elbow, an easy, nonchalant, suggestive air about him.

"Are you freshening up for round two?"

You sighed heavily.

"No, I'm tired, and I would like to go to bed."

When Matt didn't say anything, you quickly added.

"Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was not exactly the truth, but a half-lie would do just fine. It seemed like Matt got the hint as he got up and searched for his scattered clothes on the floor. Once decent, he made his way to you at the window sill; his hand reached out to touch your elbow.

"Are we okay?"

He asked with a touch of hesitation. You huffed an indulgent chuckle.

"Yes. We're okay. I've had a long day, with a lot to think about."

You forced yourself to smile, even though he couldn't see it. It was more for you, so you wouldn't physically surrender to the turmoil inside. Matt kissed your cheek softly, and you did everything not to avoid his affection.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He left your apartment with the promise, one that you wouldn't blame him for not keeping. You stayed up until the morning, and throughout the day, you allowed everything Mindy said to torment you, driving and twisting the knife further until your heart was a mangled, broken piece of decoration in your chest. And you knew you deserved every single cut. You weren't stupid; you knew that you were in the wrong. You were blinded by the possibility of Matt reciprocating your feelings that you were all too happy to be the other woman despite all the red lights. But the answer he gave you last night was definite. There was no future for the two of you that wouldn't end in a crash and burn.

That night, your fire escape was dead quiet for the first time in months. You were home; Matt could tell by the rhythm of your heart inside your cozy place. No matter how many times he called your name and knocked on your window, you wouldn't welcome him in like you usually would. Matt left the bundle of flowers he brought you at your fire escape that night. They would stay where they were as he felt them wither away every night until they ceased to exist.

*Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!*

[man-i-love-folklore]

a (somewhat) proper introduction!!!

just because i realized i never did one when i made this acc way back in january.

hey there!

i’m phoebe. you can call me phoebe, pheebs, or any variation/nickname you can think of for my user.

i use she/they, and i am the #1 wasteland, baby! enjoyer, a title given to me, by me.

some of the things you’ll find me being insufferable about on here include but are not limited to:

- hozier (oh my goodness who could have guessed?)

- taylor swift (hence the user)

- stranger things, especially byler

- good omens

- criminal minds

- community

- lana del rey

- noah kahan

- chappell roan

- literally anything! im keeping yall on your toes

oh, and from now on i’ll be specially tagging my posts! main tag will be folkloreposting. every other tag is just a variation of my user w what the post is about (man i love hozier, man i love byler, etc.). i know, so creative/s.

also feel free to ask me anything!!! i want to know what you want to know about me. flood my inbox for all i care.

please please be my mutual pretty please.

that's it!

divider credit: @sister-lucifer

[ncsdlr]

For Their Entertainment

- Kinktober Day 4 -

Lana Del Rey x Reader

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"You got another cig on you?"

You opened your eyes and searched for the owner of the female voice, finding the pretties eyes you'd seen all day. You offered the woman a cig from your case.

"Cool case. Where'd you get it?" She chuckled as she eyed your cig case. It was a Lana Del Rey cigarette case. The theme was her album Paradise, bit the text title on it read 'malboro'.

In that moment, Lana wondered why she hadn't thought of making a cig case for real merch.

"I got it from Amazon for a hundred bucks," You grinned, knowing exactly how pressed your wife is about your cig case.

You watched as the woman lit the cig you'd offered her and took a hit from it, almost admiring how the smoke billowed from her lips.

"You never really listened to anything I told you to do, Y/N." Lana relayed flatly. Your wife was honestly not even surprised that you had kept the cig pack she told to get rid of years ago. It was normal for you to never let go of the things related to her.

"It's unofficial merch, my dear. I'm not tossing this."

Lana rolled her eyes, a humorous smile gracing her face as she moved to lean her back against the wall, mimicking the position you were in.

"Yeah, well...Where's my credit for being the inspiration of this merch?"

You grinned cheekily, turning to your side to look at the love of your life, "here." Your hand found lana's cheek, pulling her closer to you so you could press your lips against hers.

As your lips met, Lana giggled, the softness of your lips meeting her gentle ones. The kiss was sweet and lingering, lasting long enough for the both of you to feel how much you loved each other.

"You made a great show earlier," You said as the kiss broke.

Lana sucked in a breath through her teeth, smiling as she remembered how interactive her crowd was just now. But then she'd let out a disappointed sigh, giving you a side glance as she next spoke, "would've been better if you fucked me before I went up there."

A laugh fell from your lips, slightly choking in the puff you'd taken, "Lana, your manager was watching my every move. Jon, too. They know how we get when we're alone thanks to how loud you were when we first had sex."

"Hey!" Lana started, faking an offended spark in her eyes, "You love it when I'm loud."

You smiled, "That's true, I do, but that..." Then you hesitated, an idea forming in your mind like a wicked plan. "You know what, let's get back to the hotel."

Lana's brows knitted together, confusion clouding her pretty face. "Why?"

****

You were gonna fuck her. That's why. Against the window. She had already cum twice; once on your tongue and again on your fingers.

Safe to say Lana was pretty sensitive. But of course, you don't stop there. Right now, you were holding a vibrator right against her clit. Her legs quivered as she depended on holding onto your shoulders and leaning her back against the windows.

"Oh, my god," Lana moaned, her voice shaky as she spoke, "your gonna make me cum again."

You pressed one of the control buttons on the vibrator and suddenly you were stopping Lana from falling to the floor. Her knees had buckled as the vibration pressed on her clit.

"Is that what you want? To cum? Are you just that greedy for an orgasm, Lana? Are two orgasms not enough for you?"

"Shit, baby," Lana groaned as you dragged the vibrator along the length of her sopping pussy. Your wife struggled to speak as her mind began to melt into nothingness, stammering over her words.

"Are you gonna let me cum? Please, let me," Lana bat her eyelashes at you, making a show of desperation just for you to let her cum on the vibe, "Please, please."

You pouted at her- almost mockingly -bringing your free hand to her cheek and caressing her skin. "You wanna cum?" You asked, grinning when Lana dumbly nodded her head, "Okay, baby. You can cum one more time before I fuck you with my cock."

"A-ah!" Lana's hips writhed against the vibe as she orgasmed on it. Her face scrunched, pleasure completely consuming her before her high very slowly subsided.

Your woman sighed as her eyes fluttered open, finding your smug smirk dawning on her. "Ready for more?"

Lana's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes darkening further, "more?" she whimpered.

****

"God, fuck!" Lana's body rocked against the window she now faced as you fucked her from the back, your hands massaging her tits, "I can't-- 'nymore...daddy, so sensitive."

The next time Lana whimpered as a broken stream of cum jet out of her sodden pussy. The build-up to the orgasm was so quick that Lana barely felt it, but it felt just as good, if not more.

Then Lana let out a scream, not even registering where your hands were wandering until your fingers started circling her clit tightly. Lana's ass pressed back against you, feeling more of your thick strap push into her with every thrust.

"Shit, daddy, don't stop, please, please. I'm gonna cum again!"

You groaned, feeling the way Lana clenched around your cock, milking you for all that you were worth, "God, Lan', this pussy feels so fucking good. You have-- such perfect pussy."

Lana's front continued to bump against the window, finding it hard to keep her balance as your thrusts never dulled and your fingers on her clit just kept circling and circling- just my god, she was losing her mind.

It was like a fog of 'im gonna cum' was forefront in her mind and everything else had just molten away. In this moment all that mattered was that she would get to cum again very soon.

With a tug on her hair, you pulled Lana in and rasped in her ear, "Cum on my cock, baby, make a mess."

At that, the dam broke, a strong stream of cum just gushing out of Lana's holes as pleasure crashes through her. She lets out a loud moan as she cums, gripping onto your forearm with one hand and her other pressed against the window, digging her fingertips into it.

Yo caught Lana's body by wrapping your arm around her hips as your lover's legs gave out from under her in her haze of desire. Then as Lana saw a small window of grounding she spoke, "One more, please. Make me cum again, daddy."

You chuckled as you started fucking into your wife again, your thrusts now more erratic than before. You kept your grip on Lana's hair and your hand on her tummy as you next spoke, "Yeah? You want me to keep fucking you like this? Where someone could look up and see their favorite singer get fucked by her wife? is that it?"

Lana grinned as she moaned, imagining all that you were saying to her, "God, yes, that's it. That's what i want, daddy-ugh! and you...you give it so well."

"Is that right? Have I fucked you so good that you want to show it off to the world- that you want to do this in front of a window so that every single one of your fans can look up and ogle the way you wrap around your favorite cock?" Lana mewled, leaning her forehead on the window with her eyes closed as she heaved in gulps of air.

Your wife's nipples brush against the cold window's glass surface, causing her mind to further mollify. God, you just always knew what to say, and how to touch her to push her into that safe, mindless space.

The coil in Lana's tummy was tightening rather quickly, and she was starting to feel the need to release again. Lana reached down and rubbed her clit vigorously, furthering the pleasure she felt to shove herself over the blissful edge of an orgasm more.

She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum for you. Yet to do that, she had to let you know first, "Daddy, I'm so- close. Please, let me!"

Thankfully as Lana spoke, you started to feel the build-up of your orgasm, your own words getting to you. The image- the thought -of someone actually seeing the two of you sharing an intimate moment such as this one turning you on more than it really should.

You could feel the pleasure in you begin to snap as you next spoke, "Fuck, Lan'- ugh! Cum with me, make a mess for daddy."

And that was what you both did, the mix of your cum and Lana's jetting to the carpet you both stood on. The thrusting of your hips slowed down a great deal as your high washed over you in a seemingly never-ending stream. Meanwhile, Lana's body was rigid while her legs were tense and quivering.

As soon as the fog in your mind faded, you pulled the soaked strap out of Lana's pussy and picked her up bridal style, laying her down on the bed as gently as you could so as to not disturb the ever-present fog in here mind.

Lana didn't even register the damp towel wiping down her body softly. She also didn't register the soft kisses littering her face. The only thing she did register was the warmth that soon enveloped her.

"How's that for exhibitionism?"

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[vikenticomeshome]

Preservation of Italian Dub of Cyberchase

Hello all,

I obtained three Italian DVDs of Cyberchase. While they use the English version of the theme song, the episodes have been dubbed in Italian with a new voice cast. They also have Italian title cards.

Each DVD has three episodes.

Volume 1:

- Hanno rapito il Dott. Marbles (English episode title: Lost My Marbles)

- Mitologia e divisioni (English episode title: Zeus on the Loose)

- E contarono felici e contenti (English episode title: And They Counted Happily Ever After)

Volume 2:

- Il calcolo delle probabilita (English episode title: R-Fair City)

- Una terra per Hacker (English episode title: Sensible Flats)

- Il caso Poddleville (English episode title: The Poddleville Case)

Volume 3:

- Neve a Solaria (English episode title: Snow Day to be Exact)

- Terrore a Symmetria (English episode title: Secrets of Symmetria)

- Il tempo fugge (English episode title: Clock like and Egyptian)

I decided to rip the episodes from the DVDs and stick them on the Internet Archive for preservation.

Volume 1: https://archive.org/details/vol-1-ep-1-hanno-rapito-il-dott.-marbles-1080p

Volume 2: https://archive.org/details/vol-2-ep-1-il-calcolo-delle-probabilita-1080p

Volume 3: https://archive.org/details/vol-3-ep-1-neve-a-solaria

I find it interesting that they covered the first 10 episodes of Season 1, with the exception of Episode 2, "Castleblanca". I'm not sure why that one got skipped.

I have seen claims on DubDB that the first six seasons of the show (82 episodes) were dubbed in Italian before they stopped: https://dubdb.fandom.com/wiki/Cyberchase_(Italian)

I have also seen claims on TVTrops that the first five seasons of the show (72 episodes) were dubbed in Italian before they stopped: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/UnfinishedDub

Neither of those pages have sources for the season/episode count. There were probably more episodes in the Italian dub than what I have here. However, these are the only Italian DVDs for Cyberchase that I have been able to find so far. It's possible that there were other DVDs produced for the show in Italy, and it's also possible that they dubbed more episodes for TV that didn't get onto home media releases. It's even possible that a different company and a different voice cast could have worked a separate Italian dub for the series.

The company credited with the Italian dub is VideoDelta. I assume they were part of Delta Pictures, the company whose logo is given the most prominence on the packaging.

Matt was voiced by Stefano Brusa.

Inez was voice by Anna Lana.

Jackie was voiced by Serena Menegon.

Digit was voiced by Davide Garbolino. He also wrote the Italian dialogue and was one of the directors of the project.

Hacker was voiced by Mario Zucca.

Motherboard was renamed to Schedamadre (which is Italian for Motherboard. She was voiced by Marina Thovez.

Buzz was renamed to Floppy. I'd really like to know why, since he was the only one to receive a rename so drastic. He was voiced by Andrea Zalone.

Delete was voiced by Michele di Mauro.

Dr. Marbles was voiced by Olivero Corbetta.

[kirathehyrulian]

ForWonderfulWetSammy: 🍊Tangerine Dreams🍊

| Ao3 Collection | Ao3 Art Post | (Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least, please give me credit.)

for @wetsammywinchester Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

(For better viewing on desktop, click the image, then right click the enlarged image, and then click “open image in new tab”.)

For more stuff from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr or my AO3.

👇( wip screenshots and notes below the cut) 👇

Art Notes: (more detailed notes will be on the AO3 post)

Around March 12th, @quickreaver made a collection for Paula over on AO3 and asked me if I'd like to participate and make some new works dedicated to her, preferably before March 25th. I told QR I'd try, but I was still in the process of finishing my last project the mer!Jared au.

But after I finished up with that, I looked at the list of likes and dislikes given to me and I went for a mob au set vaugely in the 1920's, because when I think mob I think of the roaring 20's.

I started this project March 14 and finished April 3rd. So I worked on this off and on for 21 days. Nine days over the due date, sadly. But, I wanted to finish what I started, so I continued. It's a collection that's supposed to stay open and added to indefinitely anyways.

The title of the work is taken from the lyrics in "Salvatore" by Lana Del Rey.

Dean does have freckles they're just very faint.👍

WIP Screenshots:

[melkluver]

Playing Dangerous

Ellie Williams x f!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: SMUTTT (f!receiving). modern-ish. Officer Williams. MINORS DNI!!!!!

a/n: inspired by Lana Del Rey's song (all credit to her)!!! I've had this idea for awhile, I hope the vision works out :))) (song is the title) (also IM BACKKK sorry I literally had no motivation to write anything but im a horny fucker)

The cold air whipped around you as you stumbled down the deserted road, your nightgown flapping wildly in the wind. You shivered, feeling a chill run down your spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.

As you opened your eyes, you realized with a sinking feeling that you had been sleepwalking again. This was nothing new, of course- you had a history of it, especially during your teenage years. But this was the fourth time this month, which was unusual.

Looking around, you saw that you were surrounded by empty houses. There were no streetlamps, no cars in driveways, and no signs of life from any of the houses. But there was a strange, bright orange light coming from behind you, almost like the sun had risen too early.

Whipping around, you expected to see the source of the light. Instead, you saw a single house engulfed in flames, the fire blazing brightly in the darkness. Your heart pounded in your chest as you wondered if you could have caused this somehow. But you quickly shook your head- there was no way you could have started a fire like this. You always made sure to lock your doors at night, even triple-checking on occasion.

As you turned back around, you realized that you didn't recognize this place at all. You had no idea how far away from home you were, or how you had ended up here. It was all so strange and disorienting.

Suddenly, a pair of red and blue lights appeared, hurtling towards you at high speed. You instinctively covered your eyes with your forearms, shielding them from the blinding lights. The overpowering smell of smoke and fire made your head pound even more, and you felt your stomach lurch with nausea.

The car door opened, and a woman's voice called out, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" 

You hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say. You glanced back at the burning house, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. "I was sleepwalking," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper "I don’t know where I am.” 

The woman's expression softened in the slightest bit, but she still looked skeptical. “Who are you?” she repeated harshly, “Did you do that?”

You took a few steps forward towards the police officer. As you approached her, you could see the freckles that lightly speckled across her face, as well as the scar that ran across her right eyebrow. Her auburn hair was tightly pulled into a ponytail. 

The red and blue lights gave her face an ambiance that made it hard to look away from her. 

“Everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer,” your voice dripped with innocence. “No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that.”

“So you wake up in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, alone, a house on fire behind you- almost like you're walking away from it. And you’re telling me you had nothing to do with the fire?” she almost scoffed. 

“The house was already on fire,” your both lock eyes, “I swear I’m not a liar.” 

Sighing in defeat, she seemed to accept that her question would go unanswered for the time being. “Alright- well are you okay?” 

“Well I’m a little shaken- but I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You couldn’t help but notice how the officer was alone. 

Officer Williams the badge on her chest read. 

Finding some sort of confidence in the midst of things, you asked, “Tell me, do you always work alone so late?” 

Taken aback by your question, Officer Williams blinked a couple of times. She took a couple more steps forward, “I happen to be on my way home,” she corrected “my shift ended an hour ago, but before I could go get high and eat dinner and pass out in the comfort of my own home- this happens. I mean you’re a pretty girl and all and I really don’t wanna take you down to the station-” 

In that moment, you felt a rush of heat stretch down to your core. Pretty.

Your hands quickly found their way to your dark hair, tucking it behind your ear. You suddenly felt like a teenager again, “God, I’m all shy standing here in my nightgown.”

"You cut me off before I could finish sweetheart," she said while looking you up and down, licking her lips, just inches away from your face. "I gotta take you down to the station."

The heat you felt had faded a bit, and your stomach dropped. Officer Williams reached out and tugged your arm, turning you to face backwards from her. She reached into her pocket and brought out the linked metal rings, placing the cold metal onto your wrists. She struggled a bit while tightening the metal, making it so tight that it almost cut off your circulation.

"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?" Your head turned around to meet her eyes, your own eyes almost pleading with hers.

"I've got no choice here," she grunted, pulling your body towards her cruiser. She opened the back door and guided you into the seat, placing her hand on the back of your head. 

As you sat in the backseat of the cruiser, you couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that invaded your brain about Officer Williams. How she would look slurping and lapping at your folds. You shifted in uncomfortableness as the heat grew once again. 

You brought your leg up onto the seat, placing it underneath your core- you were looking for a way to relieve yourself, feeling uncontrollably aroused in this moment. You shuffled on top of yourself, rocking your hips back and forth slightly. 

Officer Williams was the first person in a long time to make you feel this way. Not just horny- there was something more, like a desire. You can only remember one girl making you feel this way before, but both of you were too immature for any kind of relationship. 

You were happy living a quiet life, teaching art to high schoolers and coaching the town’s Tee-Ball team. You never had a desire to do anything else- or anyone for that matter. Matter of fact, you’ve never felt this confident enough to be able to let yourself unfold in front of a complete stranger. 

When you let a whimper slip past your lips, your eyes darted to the middle mirror, but Officer Williams was already watching your every move. 

Her eyes grew with a fire and immediately pulled the car over to the side of the desolate road. The red and blue lights had disappeared, leaving only the headlights to illuminate the darkness ahead. 

In the background, the flames grew higher, peeking over the tree line. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” She turned around to look at you, watching the whimpers fall out of your mouth as you pleasure yourself. 

Your desire for her grew, pushing you over the edge with growing confidence. “You’re making me go crazy Officer, I wan-” you caught yourself “need you. You can do anything you want, anything”  

A light chuckle rolled past her lips. She reached for the door handle, and made her way to you. “You know, I don't usually do this- but I gotta admit you are something else.”

Her hands instantly found yours, unlocking the handcuffs she placed on your wrists only 10 minutes ago, throwing them to the front of her car. 

“Uncuff people you put in the backseat of your cop car? Or are you gonna fuck me?” 

With this, she grabbed your legs pulling you towards her face she had lowered to meet your core. She hastily pulled your long nightgown up to your stomach, peeling open your legs. She groaned with the sight of you already bare, your cunt already dripping down to the leather car seams. 

“You’re already this wet baby? Just from the thought of me? Hell- you don’t even know me.” Her tongue immediately met your clit, giving the smallest kitten licks. 

“Holy shit” you said, already choking on air from the pleasure you were experiencing. 

“Is this what you were thinking about before?” She questioned, picking up the pace of her laps, “Me eating your sweet little pussy?” 

“Fuck-” you almost came undone with her words. 

Her fingers quickly found its way to your folds, spreading your lips apart as her mouth lapped and sucked against your swollen nub, eating like you were her substitute dinner for tonight. 

She pushed one finger into your hole, quickly finding a rhythm that made you moan at a pitch you'd never let out before. She was quick to add another finger into your folds with your words of encouragement, curling them to reach that sensitive spot inside you. 

The slick sounds coming from your core invaded the car. The windows were already foggy from the two of you, and you were starting to sweat with the lack of fresh air. 

Her eyes looked towards yours, only to find your head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.”

Your eyes quickly found hers- her fingers fucked into you over and over, while her tongue swirled across your aroused clit. Your hands sunk into her auburn hair, desperately rubbing your core against her lips. 

The pleasure was sending you over the edge, your walls clenched around her fingers. “Good girl, that's it. cum for me” 

Her words made the coil in your stomach snap, coming undone onto her fingers and mouth. You cried out loud, mumbling nonsense that only came from this kind of high. 

When you are focused, she removes herself from your core. She brings her fingers up to your mouth, letting you taste yourself. 

Without wasting another second, she uses both hands to flip you around so that you are on all fours. She shuffles right behind you, her pelvis meeting the back of your legs.

Her hands grip your cheeks, spreading them apart. Spit drops from her mouth onto your tighter hole. She brings her thumb to your pulsating hole, circling the hole eager with permission. “This okay?” 

There is no hesitation with your answer, “Yes.” 

With this, she dips her thumb into your ass. Your back immediately aches, sending her thumb even further in. 

Her thumb pushes in and out of you at a fast pace, not even bothering to let your small hole adjust to her finger for another second. 

“Holy fuck baby, your ass is taking me so well” Officer Williams spoke, her words sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

Officer Williams brings her face down to meet your core once again, licking up all your juices that spill from you. Her tongue moved back and forth between your folds, letting her tongue rest on your clit every so often. Her tongue against your sopping wet pussy made the most pornographic sounds, you were wishing this moment would never end. 

Her thumb pushing in and out of your hole with the combined feeling of her tongue devouring you, made your body come undone a second time that night in no time. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Sweat scattered your forehead, the back of your knees and even the crevices of your elbows. “No one has ever made me cum that hard Officer” you blurt out, as your head whips around to meet her eyes. 

She smiled as she removed her thumb from your hole, letting you gape for just a second before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I really enjoy eating your pussy,” she said staring at you “if you agree that we can do this again, I won't turn you in. That’s fair.”

“Sounds like a fair trade Officer.” you almost let out a schoolgirl giggle right then and there. 

“Call me Ellie.” 

[zot3-flopped]

so the youtube critic i like to watch just said this about ttpd:

saying how one song is 5 minutes when she could've gotten the point across in half that time

emdless strings of metaphors that just fall flat

the writing quality makes it hard to feel bad for taylor in the middle of this heartbreak because they come across as self owns: you said normal girls are boring, why are you not gone in the morning; taylor what is not clicking

taylor hasn't taken the time to sonically or conceptually to find a new sound

it sounds uninspired and done before

she is closing those gaps that she has due to time by copying her peers homework: but daddy i love him-ariana grande, imgonnagethim back- olivia rodrigo, phoebe bridgers with a lot of the song titles, florida-ripping of lana, again and again. He is not shocked that at some point in one of her songs she is paranoid that her peers will come for her and he said how he isn't shocked considering what she puts out and how she is lacking so much in ideas and sounds

the albums stinks cause it is sloppy in terms of songwriting and execution

they don't feel like songs, they feel like taylor is just spilling tea

saying that the lyric about the heroin but with an e lyric is essentially coming from matty himself and it makes sense why this lyric alone is wittier than most of taylor's attempts at word play in this record, he should get song writing credits for that

saying how she tries so hard to make connections work for her fans that she forgets that being subtle works as well considerng that she capitalized the letters KIM in thank you aimee.

so as much as she says everything is working against her, the biggest threat to her public image is her: she wants this already doomed from the start rs to work, despite how big of a pr mess it is, she wants her haters to be mad but only it ending up with her releasing her most narcissistic songs to date: if you wanted me dead, you ould vejust said. I was gentle till the circus life made me mean. Along with the lyrics about an asylum. And something that made him laugh: so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is.

the production is bad and she needs to stop with jack, feel like midnights leftovers but worse. They make them sound dated at impact

my boy only breaks his favorite toys- so many clunky choruses, packing it with so much verbiage that there is no way it can be stuck in someones mind

so long london, constant tension without any release, goes nowhere

florida reads like a bad tourism ad

i can fix him- saying how she can handle a dangerous man but rhe album clearly goes against that and the song doesn't show how silly and futile this mindset is

loml is his favorite while easy

and that it isn't good to base an album only about finding clues about who what song is about cause it can get messy and dated quickly

....he doesn't give it a score which speaks for itself, he only does that when he really hates it but he wears a red shirt which means it could be around hm below O to 2 out of 10. he barely had anything nice to say which he usually does with albums that are 2/10. ano he could only list one song of 31 as his favorite.

the review is funny so i will leave the link here, sorry if my spelling is bad or something makes no sense, i'm not native and worked with captions on the video as well (he made another one for the second part of the album, i can write down the main points as well later if people are interested, he is a rather smart critic in my opinion)

Link: https://youtu.be/Sz9DgY6NAcY?si=UhRnlR558Qeyh81V

Whoa, he really didn't like it! Everyone is saying that she needs to ditch Jack, but now that Joe has gone, she also needs another lyricist on board to curb her worst excesses. That line about heroin/heroine does sound like something Matty Healy would write.

[mandalorianhistorian]

Shae vizla growth from the shadow of Revan to old wounds 

Edit: This was supposed to come out before 7.5 xD and wow I have thoughts, but I'll do that another day.

With 7.5 out, I wanted to talk about Shae and her growth as a character We first officially see Shae in two cinematics for Swtor and a bit in some books, but we don’t officially meet Shae till the shadow of Revan on Rishi.

Her reaction to you depends on what your playing if your the grand champion IE a mandalorian she’s not as rude but still brash and forward about recognizing you as manda’lors favorite champion. (well technically your vindicateds kid but that’s for another discussion) Her overall tone during your first interaction with her is proud overconfident brash but she does respect your ability to fight if your humble about it.

she doesn’t show up again till the finale battle on yavin 4 her talk of being in battles for glory and credits differ to other mandalorians

Next time we see shae is in kote manda’lors revenge after 6 years. Her reaction is somewhat similar even if your not a Mando but if you are you do get options only for Mando players which I think is neat.

Her attitude isn’t as Prideful or rude but she’s still a headstrong women she’s older now and is a reluctant leader as we learn she took the title of manda’lor by accident which is fitting.

Through the chapter depending on what you choose to say shae speaks how the commander and her are loners being put in charge of armies which is true shae is a loner even though she’s a mandalorian.

It’s a long long while before we get anything on shae again we get a small piece of dialogue from her on mek sha and mentions from other characters. But things get getting interesting for shae when we meet her again.Talking to her advisor jekiah ordo her words and actions aren’t as hostile or rude more solemn and a good leader even though she never wanted it but seeing shae confining in the player is nice especially if your a Mando like her.

The chats you get before the spirit of vengeance is fun and interesting lore wise and for character growth for shae and her attitude towards it she prefers the talk of warriors to the ever annoying discussion of politics which is something mandos dislike a lot in Mandalorian culture.

after the incident aboard the spirit of vengeance shae goes to hunt heta and puts jekiah in charge. Shes determined and ready to hunt her but we see shae become more distant from her culture and people heading back into old habits when she was a bounty hunter.

We do get a short story and a couple of transmissions of her searching for heta and the hidden chain before showdown of ruhhunk happens but it is little while before it happens.

Showdown on ruhnunk is extremely exciting for shae content and what the player can choose for the outcome of the whole ordeal shae acts in different ways in this chapter and it can go either way. Shae is sane but we can see her frustration of wanting heta gone and the urge to kill without reason or care and acting irrational when it comes to the right thing to do. Her reasons are understandably but its a bit much even for a mando player. But it all comes to a bang when heta and shae fight one another and shae getting injured but is still alive and kicking and the aftermath is the most interesting depending on what you choose to do.

The next time we see shae is in old wounds we do have one or two letters before that but when we see shae. She's trying to talk to malgus and is a bit hostile to your companions and even you if you did bad stuff on runhhunk the whole situation is a bit tense for everyone involved.

However in chains in the dark shae goes missing which leads to a bit of chaos for the few that know IE jekiah rass the commander Lana and Theron know shes missing.

and with 7.5 my god that has shaken things up but i will talk about that another day.

but from everything we have seen of shae she has grown in many aspects of her life and fallen back at times more recently shae is able to grow but old habits can resurface and take hold over her a lot i just hope she is able to continue to grow and fix the mess from 7.5 as her character is really interesting and it would be a true shame if they butcher her character development and story.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

The Age of Adaline (2015, Lee Toland Krieger)

07/04/2024

The Age of Adaline is a 2015 film directed by Lee Toland Krieger starring Blake Lively.

Adaline Marie Bowman was born in 1908. The girl is destined for eternal youth. During her stay in the city of San Francisco in the United States, Adaline, under the name Jennifer Larson, works in a library and lives in the company of a dog.

Ellis wants Adaline to accept her donation so they can take a photo together, but she refuses, as she wants to avoid being recognized by people from her past through photographs of her.

William, although years have passed since he met Adaline, still defines her as a magnificent woman and gives her every credit for having given him the courage to abandon medical school to dedicate himself to her true passion, astronomy.

Filming of the film took place in Coquitlam, Canada. Gabriele Muccino was initially considered to direct the film, with Katherine Heigl and Angela Lansbury in the cast.

Lana Del Rey composed the official soundtrack, titled Life Is Beautiful.

[arwyd]

hello I’m like two weeks late but here’s a few slots from my 2025 pop culture bingo card

renewed kendrick lamar / drake beef. j.cole will be on one of Kendrick’s diss tracks and it will be a hard verse that somehow still sounds like an apology

Taylor Swift drops a surprise country album as well as TSTV & RepTV at the same time, all unannounced

Beloved Male Celebrity™ is cancelled on a scale similar to that of Archie Hammer

Secret Celebrity Baby™ uncovered

Lana Del Ray folk/country album with title that references swamps or alligators. Her Alligator Wrangler Husband will be credited as a co-writer.

Government continues to soft launch aliens

Ariana Grande / Ethan Slater engagement. It will last six months before they call it quits.

One Direction does a memorial show with all proceeds going into a trust for Liam’s son

P. Diddy will be epsteined. I also think there will be a leak from the federal prosecutor’s office of evidence

Remember this is all for funsies and I have no proof of anything I’m literally just guessing