#joey dior

[freshthoughts2020]

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[thebaldovinobarani]

Javielis Gonzalez by Baldovino Barani

[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi haijime]

a/n- part one + my asks are open bc i do not know what to write but im down for mostly anything tbh so ASK AWAY PLS

miya osamu

he has a similar gpa to his brother [gpa at a 2.5 😔]

is in culinary club and the president

since atsumu is a drake glazer, osamu makes sure to bring up kendrick everytime he hears a drake song

he had a field day when “not like us” mv dropped

even though his brother and him are opposites in a way, that hasn’t stopped osamu from being submitted on ‘inarizaki.bops’

he was most likely talking to a teacher

private insta with 300 followers

doesn’t give a fuck abt p.e and would be enjoying basketball if they weren’t able to play volleyball

osamu would probably also have a very casual way of dressing — stussy and abrocrombie fiend

steals from his brother’s nike collection while owning several pairs adidas gazelles and new balances himself

as for with his s/o, he would be more of a soft launch guy and would post stories of you two holding hands or the two of you in a mirror pic

he would def be holding your hand in the halls and having his arm around you

imagine peter k lara jean moment

your friends would find him to be a green flag

the two of you would use study hall to not study at all but use his little crock pot thing he got from tiktok shop and make food

would try to be nara smith one day and fail miserably

very much would wear ‘aqua de gio’ bc i said so (n would find atsumu’s cologne to be too strong)

dates would include: cooking at his place and eating your masterpieces while watching movies (esp spider-man bc he seems the type)

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, joey bada$$, childish gambino, doja cat

sakusa kiyoomi

annoyingly smart (3.6 gpa) and would probably get a 4/5 avg on his ap tests

if he wasn’t on volleyball, he seems the type to be in academic decathlon or science olympiad

would be keeping to himself but if he were to play a sport, it would be smt like lacrosse or tennis

he’s rich. like RICH RICH. (he goes to itachiyama with three siblings or smt)

so he’d wear like club monaco, j. crew, or like ralph lauren

would have a specific rotation of shoes that would be asics or new balance in white

insta would be like 700 followers and 32 following

for him and his s/o, he’d be like osamu and would be very much soft launch you

even though he hates crowds, he would very much like to go out with you shopping (in a shopping center that has nobody/barely anyone)

kiyoomi may be presenting himself as a cold and calculating and he can be, but he’s a soft to ppl he’s close with

him and komori would use brain rot language ironically (I just see that lemme elaborate) after komori would use brain rot language unironically

he would use it with you once “by accident”

he kept hearing komori say it and said it subconsciously

and then never again after the second hand embarrassment he got

“on skibidi…?”

you still bring it up to this day (he blames komori)

dates would include movie nights and making pillow forts

artists he would listen to: sza, 21 savage, kanye west, playboi carti

oikawa torū

would be a note taking fiend and be an honors/ap student with a 3.4

he would be on a ‘bop’ page for volleyball in general

great king? nah great bop

instead of being a wyll warrior, he’d be one of the mfks on insta that would slide up with a 😍 then ghost you after dm-ing

another dior sauvage user and on some days, versace eros…

caught up in the central cee madz drama

also obsessed with watching nara smith (me too)

he’s team ice spice

would be very persistent in taking 0.5s

though because of this, he purposely fluffs up his bangs and hair for him to not fall victim to 0.5s

if he didn’t play volleyball, he would play badminton/tennis

would be a SLUTTTT for pinterest clean boy fits

very clean boy core with his lululemon mens shit and would be shopping at alo + urban outfitters

also ralph lauren teddy bear sweaters n golden gooses

his insta user would be smt like “theyenvy_.toruuu” or basic like his full name and he would have more than 3k followers

THOUGH HE WOULD BE MAKING THOSE SHARED POSTS W YOU.

his finsta would be very full of you and spams of volleyball

nle choppa slut me out 2 glazer

dates would include: self care day at either one of your places while watching baddies or real housewives +shopping

artists he would listen to: laufey, cigarettes after sex, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nle choppa

iwaizumi hajime

he went to uci so he has his shit tgt (nhs and 3.9 type shit w aps)

though, he would definitely be apart of debate club and a lacrosse person if he didn’t do volleyball

shops at psycho bunny or hollister. the occasional lululemon shirt bc oikawa put him on

would wear yeezys and supreme, i fear

i can see him being into watching the “who tf did I marry” series

massive gym bro

would have his finsta tracking his gains

his fyp would also probably be workouts and those “baby don’t hurt me” meme tiktoks (idk how to explain)

would be the winner of senior assassin

he would def shoot oikawa first

type of person to wear ‘obession’ by calvin klein mixed with axe body spray

as for insta, he would def have a good 1k

would post you to the cutest songs ever and collab on posts

HARD LAUNCH TYPA GUY

yall would have like a specific song that would make him be like “this is our songgg”

in his head

most likely a tyler song

aka ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’

he’d be the okokok to your lalalala

dates would include: him just spoiling you and dinner dates

artists he would listen to: tyler the creator, metro boomin, 21 savage, kendrick lamar, j. cole

[bullet-prooflove]

The Cowboy At Your Door: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (feat:  Bill Bevilaqua)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Poker Face - Dwight's night takes a turn when he meets you for the first time at a poker game.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

There’s a cowboy at your door. One with a black hat, heated eyes and a smile that’s made for sin.

“I got your message.” Bill Bevilaqua says as he stands on your porch, his hands tucked into the back pockets of his Wranglers.

You tuck your hair back behind your ear so he can see the bruising blossoming across your features.

“I got yours too.”

His gaze darkens, his jaw tightening as he surveys the butterfly stitches, the busted lip. He reaches out, his fingertips tracing over the place where Joey’s ring split your skin.

“I’d kill him myself if you hadn’t done it already.” He tells you and you can see the sincerity of it in his eyes before you open your door and invite him into the house.

“We should talk.” You say and he doesn’t respond as he steps into your living room, drinking in the essence of you.

It’s the first time he’s been to your home. It’s light, airy and somehow cosy at the same time. Soft greys give way to berry and blush undertones creating a warmth that was never present in the house that you lived in together. His personality and heritage had dominated the ranch that you’d shared. It was always harsh, always masculine, the same way that everything was in his family.

“This is what our home should have been like.” He says as he turns to face you, his thumbs looped through the rungs of his jeans.

“There was never any room for me underneath all that toxic masculinity.” You remind him as you settle down into the stone grey love seat.

No there hadn’t been, not in the world you were both born into. You were the only child of Vinnie Cincinetti, head of one of the most powerful crime families in Oklahoma. You would have been a force to be reckoned with if you’d taken up the mantle, instead you’d been married off to the Bevilaqua syndicate because you weren’t the right gender to lead.

It may have been an arranged marriage but Bill had fallen in love with you almost immediately. Instead of being the pretty, little wife that sat at home and spent his money, you earned your own by running poker games and pulling in whales that thought nothing about throwing down six figures at one of the most exclusive card tables in the country.

It isn’t until he catches a snide remark from his cousin Frank that he realises that your success is making him look weak, like he can’t control his wife, that he’s not providing for her. The thing is, he’s never seen you as exhilarated as when you’re running those games. You’ve never been so happy, so engaged and he knows in that moment he has to let you go because you were destined to be much more than just a gangster’s wife.

So he divorces you, sets you free and he hopes that maybe one day, when you’ll return to him. It’s been five years since you left Kansas and you’ve still not come home. He’s starting to doubt you ever will despite the nights you’ve shared since.

He takes a seat on the sofa close to you, taking off his hat and setting it upon the dark wood coffee table.

“You need to meet with Manfredi.” You tell him, running a hand through your hair and shaking it out so it falls across your features. “Sort out this territory dispute before it turns into something.”

He sinks into the plush comfort of your couch, his gaze drinking you in. It’s only now as he looks at you that he realises you’re wearing a man’s dress shirt and it riles something inside of him.

“Darlin.” He drawls. “It’s already something. I can’t have New York coming here and stepping on my shit….”

“It isn’t really your shit though is it?” You respond, leaning forward and his gaze strays to the dip in the shirt you’re wearing. Your bra is visible, he can see the contrasting black lace against your skin. “You gave Tulsa to me.”

“You’re still an extension of the Bevilaqua Family even if we aren’t married anymore.” He reminds you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tulsa is my playground.” You say fiercely before giving him a knowing look. “The real problem is you don’t like the fact there’s another kid playing in it.”

“No.” He says pointedly. “I don’t.”

You sigh as you recross your legs and he catches a flash of that tattoo on your inner thigh, the one that covers his mark. His family, they brand their property. Horses, drugs, their wives too. You hadn’t screamed when they’d forced it on you, you’d bitten down on his belt instead, stifling your agony. He still wears the damn thing around his waist, your teeth indentations still etched into the leather.

“I heard you got it covered.” He says gesturing to the space between your legs. “I want to see it.”

You sigh as you part your thighs, the dress shirt creeping up so that your black panties are on display. His gaze comes to rest on the greyscale dahlias inked onto your skin, they cover the entirety of the brand, obscuring it from view. He sinks to his knees in front of you, his calloused palm coming to rest on your thigh as his thumb traces over scarring underneath, the ‘B’ etched into your skin for eternity.

“I’ll always be a part of you.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over the edge of your tattoo. “And you’ll always have a part of me.”

Your hand rakes through his dark hair, grip tightening on the roots, making him moan against your skin. He’s been hard since he laid eyes on you, it’s the way he’s always been with you. He gets off on the coolness, the indifference, it only makes him try harder to earn your attention. You tug his head back to meet your eyes and his whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“So…” You say, your voice dropping an octave. “Do I get my meeting or not?”

He’d give you anything you in this moment because all he wants is to spend the night between your legs, his tongue thrust in your pussy until you see God. He wants to feel you coming on his cock as you use him like a fucktoy, like he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

“Bill.” You say, your voice like silk caressing his skin. “Do I get my meeting?”

“Yes.” He bites out.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your palm lightly slapping his cheek and his dick fucking leaks, smearing the inside of his underwear. “You can go now.”

“Dahlia…” He implores but he knows he’s lost because you’re wearing sitting here in another man’s shirt, your gaze already flickering to the clock on the mantlepiece.

“No Bill.” You say, indicating to the bruising on your face. “You don’t deserve my pussy tonight.”

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AFROBEATS CITY PRESENTS TOP 60 SONGS FOR 2022

2022 was an amazing year for the Afrobeats scene and we are happy that we have been able to keep you all entertained with the latest and hottest African music.

We can't wait to see what 2023 has in store for not just the Afrobeats scene but also Afrobeats City. Make sure you stay tuned to Afrobeats City and be sure to catch all of the latest right here.

In true Afrobeats City style, we have finally put together a list of our favourite Afrobeats songs released during 2022.

The list which features 60 singles is split into two sections, the top 1-30 are rated in order of our favourites and the rest of the list (tracks 31-60) is rated in no particular order, just songs that we the team enjoyed the most this year.

Repost, message or tweet us your favourite song(s) for 2022. Enjoy!

Listen to the full playlist on Spotify Now

Burna Boy - Last Last

Oxlade - Ku Lu Sa

Rema -Calm Down

Asake ft Burna Boy - Sunga (Remix)

Kizz Daniel - Buga (Lo Lo Lo)

Pheelz ft BNXN fka Buju - Finesse

Fireboy DML ft Ed Sheeran - Peru

Fireboy DML ft Asake - Bandana

Asake - Peace Be Unto You

Ayra Starr - Rush

Wizkid - Bad To Me

Black Sherif - Kwaku The Traveller

Zinoleesky - Personal

Mayorkun - Certified Loner (No Competition)

Ruger - Girlfriend

Burna Boy - It's Plenty

Asake - Terminator

CKay ft Davido, Focalistic & Abidoza - WATAWI

Seyi Vibez - Chance

Asake ft Tiwa Savage - Loaded

Rexxie ft Niara Marley, Skiibii - Abracadabra

Mavins ft Crayon, Ayra Starr, Ladipoe, Magixx, Boy Spyrce - Overloading (OVERDOSE)

Chris Brown ft Wizkid - Call Me Everyday

Kizz Daniel - Cough (Odo)

Pheelz ft Davido - Electricity

Ruger - Dior

Raybekah - Ex Boyfriend

Lojay ft Sarz, Chris Brown - Monalisa

A30 - Your Body

Ladipoe - Big Energy

Davido ft Focalistic - Champion Sound

1da Banton ft Kizz Daniel, Tiwa Savage - No Wahala (Remix)

JAE5 ft Dave, BNXN fka Buju - Propeller

BNXN fka Buju ft Wande Coal - Kenkele

Bayanni - Family

Zinoleesky - Call of Duty

Omah Lay - Woman

Victony ft Tempoe - Soweto

Ruger - Asiwaju

Adekunle Gold ft Lucky Daye - Sinner

L.A.X - Waist Drop

Davido ft Sunday Service Choir - Stand Strong

Mr Eazi ft Falz, Major League DJz, DJ Tarico, Joey B - Patek (Remix)

Spinall ft Asake - Palazzo

Wizkid ft Skepta, Naira Marley - WOW

Carterefe, Berri-Tiga - Machala

Ruger - Snapchat

Reekado Banks ft Fireboy DML - Ozumba Mbadiwe (Remix)

Rema - Soundgasm

Fireboy DML - Playboy

Young John ft Davido - Dada

Kwamz ft Sona - Yeah Yeah Yeah

Burna Boy ft Popcaan - Toni-Ann Singh

Camidoh ft Mayorkun, Darkoo, King Promise - Sugarcane (Remix)

Omah Lay ft Justin Bieber - Attention

Skibii - Trenches

Rotimi ft Nektunez - Make You Say

Yemi Alade ft Kranium - My Man

Skip Marley ft Ayra Starr - Jane

Naira Marley ft Lil Kesh - Melanin

[pop-pop-pop-popculture]

MY 2023 Met Gala Guest List :)

(previous // there will be new people and old people as well as some changes)

Anya Taylor-Joy

Zendaya

Sadie Sink

Elle Fanning

Dakota Fanning

Margot Robbie

AnnaSophia Robb

Sarah Hyland

Lily Collins

Madelaine Petsch

Camila Mendes

Saoirse Ronan

Noah Schnapp

Melissa McCarthy

Florence Pugh

Rebecca Ferguson

Halle Berry

Keke Palmer

Miranda Cosgrove

Madison Pettis

Millie Bobby Brown (the so-called "boyfriend” stays at his own house!!!)

Awkwafina

Amy Adams

Jessica Alba

Jessica Chastain

Phillipa Soo

Lupita Nyong’o

Gal Gadot

Anna Kendrick

Blake Lively

Jessica Biel

Ariel Winter

Winona Ryder

Zoe Saldana

Charlize Theron

Natalia Dyer

Nicole Kidman

Emilia Clarke

Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Idina Menzel

Viola Davis

Emily Blunt

Sofía Vergara

Meryl Streep

Anne Hathaway

Amanda Seyfried

Constance Wu

Elizabeth Olsen

Ana de Armas

Karen Gillan

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Madelyn Cline

Hugh Jackman

Daveed Diggs

Jared Leto

Finn Wolfhard

Tom Holland

James McAvoy

Leslie Odom Jr.

Regé-Jean Page

Ryan Reynolds

Chris Hemsworth

KJ Apa

Idris Elba

David Harbour

Bebe Rexha

Caleb McLaughlin

Bill Skarsgård

Alexander Skarsgård

John Krasinski

Dua Lipa

Stanley Tucci

Charlie Heaton

Robert Downey Jr.

Taron Egerton

Selena Gomez

Ariana Grande

Beyoncé

Rihanna

Halle Bailey

Chloe Bailey

Alessia Cara

Alicia Keys

Céline Dion

Taylor Swift

Lady Gaga

Ciara

Cassie

Elton John

Madonna

The Weeknd

Lily-Rose Depp

Cara Delevingne

Taylor Hill

Elsa Hosk

Josephine Skriver

Romee Strijd

Jasmine Tookes

Lais Ribeiro

Sara Sampaio

Heidi Klum

Candice Swanepoel

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Behati Prinsloo

Miranda Kerr

Jacopo Venturini (CEO for Valentino since 2020)

Adut Akech

Paloma Elsesser

Kaia Gerber

Adriana Lima

Alessandra Ambrosio

Gisele Bündchen

Valentina Sampaio

Karlie Kloss

Gigi Hadid

Bella Hadid

Kendall Jenner

Lily Aldridge

Soo Joo Park

Paris Jackson

Daphne Groeneveld

Blanca Padilla

Sophie Turner

Nick Jonas

Jennifer Lopez

Ben Affleck

Billie Eilish

Billy Porter

Zoë Kravitz

Tiffany Haddish

Dakota Johnson

Kerry Washington

Mindy Kaling

Donatella Versace

Anna Wintour

Vera Wang

Tory Burch

Benedict Cumberbatch

Serena Williams

Kasey Musgraves

Katy Perry

Frank Ocean

Julianne Moore

Michael B. Jordan

Jordan Peele

Janelle Monáe

Ashley Graham

Mary-Kate Olsen

Ashley Olsen

Jennifer Connelly

Irina Shayk

Christian Bale + Mrs. Bale

Diane von Furstenberg

Gabrielle Union-Wade

Jeremy Scott (designer for Moschino)

Katie Holmes

Emily Ratajkowski

Gwen Stefani

Julia Garner

Angelina Jolie

Alicia Vikander

Lizzo

Adwoa Aboh

Jourdan Dunn

RuPaul

Solange Knowles

Billie Lourd

Daisy Ridley

John Boyega

Emma Stone

Eddie Redmayne

Bri Larson

Rita Ora

Dua Lipa

Naomi Scott

Law Roach (March 15, 2023: I would still invite him despite his decision to retire, but it’d be understandable if he chose not to attend.)

Kate Moss

Victoria Beckham

David Beckham

Mila Kunis

Natalie Portman

Zoey Deutch

Halsey

Michelle Williams

Winnie Harlow

Kiernan Shipka

Rachel McAdams

Florence Welch

Danielle Bernstein (@weworewhat on Instagram)

Grace Elizabeth

Joey King

Dan Stevens + Mrs. Stevens

Christian Siriano

Jeremy Scott

Alessandro Michele (designer for Gucci)

Miuccia Prada

Elie Saab

Iris Van Herpen

Han Chong (designer for Self-Portrait)

Maria Grazia Chiuri (designer for Christian Dior)

Anthony Vaccarello (designer for Saint Laurent)

Silvia Ventura Fendi

Giambattista Valli

Zuhair Murad

Virginie Viard (designer for Chanel)

Elaine Welteroth

Nina Garcia

Imaan Hammam

Sara Paulson

Julia Roberts

Brandon Maxwell

Pierpaolo Piccioli (designer for Valentino)

Yara Shahidi

Gemma Chan

Laverne Cox

Lucy Boynton

Naomi Campbell

Penelope Cruz

Salma Hayek

Gwyneth Paltrow

Rami Malek

Sienna Miller

Aurora James

Carey Mulligan

Charli XCX

Alexa Chung

Stella Maxwell

Sofía Sánchez Barrenechea

Dapper Dan

Aquaria

Timothée Chalamet

Normani

Camila Coelho

Deepika Padukone

Tommy Hilfiger

Violet Chachki

Nasiba Adilova

Shailene Woodley

Joe Jonas

Megan Fox (MGMK stays home.)

Laura Haddock

Orlando Bloom

Willow Smith

Jason Sudeikis

Ewan McGregor

Coco Rocha

Ralph Lauren

BTS - Jungkook, V, Park Ji-min, Jin, Suga, RM, J-Hope

Blackpink - Jennie, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo

Doja Cat

Sam Claflin

Kiera Knightley

Sebastian Stan

Alexina Graham

Rachel Zegler

Sophia Lillis

Sam Smith

Mimi Cuttrell

Aubrey Plaza

Adam Driver

Kate McKinnon

Aidy Bryant

Thomasin McKenzie

Evan Peters

Maddie Ziegler

Colin Farrell

Kristen Bell

Idina Menzel

Michelle Dockery

Chris Evans

Peter Dinklage

Luke Evans

Amy Poehler

Liam Hemsworth

Robert Pattinson

Christian Louboutin

Stuart Weitzman

Nicola Glass (designer for Kate Spade)

Michael Kors

Manolo Blahnik

Alberta Ferretti

Kim Jones (designer for Fendi)

Viktor Horsting

Rolf Snoeren

Richard Madden

Giorgio Armani

Isabel Marant

Nicky Zimmermann

Simone Zimmermann

Gimmo Etro

Abigail Breslin

Lana Del Rey

Natalia Dyer

Molly Ringwald

Adele

Giambattista Valli

Tamara Ralph

Michael Russo

Isla Fisher

Anastasia Soare (founder of Anastasia Beverly Hills)

Charlotte Tilbury

Allan Avendaño

Danielle Priano

Pier Gelardi (founder of Refinery29)

Aubrey Plaza

Philippe von Borries (founder of Refinery29)

Christene Barberich (founder of Refinery29)

Justin Stefano (founder of Refinery29)

Sara Moonves (editor-in-chief for W Magazine)

Arnaud de Contades (CEO of Marie Claire Magazine)

Anne Fullenwider (editor-in-chief of Marie Claire Magazine)

Lauren Conrad

Miles Socha (editor-in-chief of Women’s Wear Daily)

Jay Penske (CEO of Women’s Wear Daily)

Jessica Pels (editor-in-chief for Cosmopolitan Magazine)

Rob Zangardi

Mariel Haenn

Michael Fassbender

Jason Bateman

Elliot Page

Betsey Johnson

Jonathan Groff

Anna Faris

Sabrina Carpenter

Meryl Streep

Brie Larson

Renée Elise Goldsberry

Jasmine Cephas Jones

Cindy Crawford

Nicholas Hoult

Jennifer Garner

Zac Posen

Taraji P. Henson

Joan Smalls

Samira Nasr (editor-in-chief of Harper’s Bazaar Magazine)

Lily James

Thandiwe Newton

Ciara Bravo

Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Phoebe Dynevor

Allison Janney

Daniel Levy

Claire Foy

Lisa Eldridge

Kale Teter

LaQuan Smith

Lacy Redway

Alexandra DiRoma

Alex White (fashion director for Elle Magazine U.S.)

Carine Roitfeld (founder and editor-in-chief of CR Fashion Book)

Carine Backoff

Zoey Grossman

Tyler Shields

Joy Sunday (’Bianca’ in Wednesday)

Greg Williams

Cass Blackbird

Kacey Musgraves

Owen Gould

Tobi Henney

Marc Eram

Charlotte Prevel

Romy Soleimani

Rebecca Minkoff

Joseph Altuzarra

Gabriela Heart (designer for Chloé)

Hedi Slimane (designer for Céline)

Phoebe Philo (designer for Céline)

Jonathan Anderson (designer for Loewe)

Saweetie

Kelsey Deenihan Fisher

Lorde

Harry Styles

Demna Gvasalia (designer for Balenciaga)

Anok Lai

Precious Lee

Michelle Yeoh

Storm Reid

Jennifer Hudson

Maisie Williams

Tom Ford

Iman Abdulmajid

Ella Emhoff

Regina King

Amandla Stenberg

Eiza González

Stella McCartney

Edward Norton

Vittora Ceretti

Leslie Grace

Cynthia Erivo

Alton Mason

Mary J. Blige

Carey Mulligan

Ming Xi

Donald Glover

Brooke Shields

Tracee Ellis Ross

Maya Hawke

Catherine Zeta-Jones

Symone

Chiara Ferragni

Ewan McGregor

Laura Dern

Anthony Mackie

Barbara Palvin (Dylan stays at home!!!! He does not need to be at every single event with her.)

Pharrell Williams

Frank Ocean

Dove Cameron

Daniel Craig

Queen Latifah

Jason Wu

Shawn Mendes

Camila Cabello

Jenna Ortega

Olivia Rodrigo

Emma Myers (‘Enid’ in Wednesday)

Tyler Doohan

Christina Ricci

Ke Huy Quan

Demi Lovato

Kristen Stewart

Hailee Steinfeld

Anyone who works in corporate fashion, is a fashion designer, a makeup artist, fashion stylist, fashion model, or hairstylist is invited. There’s just SO many of them, though... . Also, significant others are an automatic +1 unless I said they are not invited :)

NOT Invited

Justin Bieber

Hailey Baldwin

Austin Butler

Pete Davidson

Cole Sprouse

Lili Reinhart

Kim Kardashian

Ansel Elgort

Khloé Kardashian

Kris Jenner

Caitlyn Jenner

Miles Teller

Kylie Jenner

Emma Chamberlain

Addison Rae

Percy Hynes White

Charlie D'Amelio

Dixie D'Amelio

James Charles

Cardi B

Nicki Minaj

Miley Cyrus

Priyanka Chopra

Jeffree Star

ALL social media influencers (YouTube, TikTok, Instagram)

Lena Dunham

John Legend

Chrissy Teigen

Kanye West

Doutzen Kroes

Ezra Miller

Johnny Depp

Amber Heard

Armie Hammer

Travis Scott

Emma Roberts

Tom Cruise

Henry Cavill

Alida Morberg (Bill Skarsgård’s problematic “girlfriend”)

David Dobrik

Madison Beer

Domenico Dolce

Stefano Gabbana

Lil Nas X

Olivia Wilde

Alexander Wang

Justin Timberlake

Adam Levine

Machine Gun Kelly

21 Savage

French Montana

Chloë Grace Moretz

Chris Pratt

Bella Thorne

Scarlett Johansson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Watson

Vanessa Hudgens

Sacha Baron Cohen

Dylan Sprouse

Sarah Jessica Parker

Olivia Jade

Kid Cudi

Channing Tatum

Paris Hilton

Nicky Hilton

A$AP Rocky

Jeremy O. Harris

John Mulaney

Olivia Munn

Elon Musk

Chris Brown

MGMK

▪️ March 1, 2023 ▪️

[ashwashw]

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people!

I was tagged by @wild-penguin

This is my playlist “travel” (bc I’m-oh-so-creative lol) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HGEAlnP674T4wEzRI4rlk?si=XpYY0GRWSlqq_LQXKas7Aw

1. Stay- Rihanna, Mikki Ekko

2. Grace- Lewis Capaldi

3. Mood- 24kGolden, iann dior

4. Ritual- Tiësto, Jonas Blue, Rita Ora

5. Pony- Ginuwine

6. Toss A Coin To Your Witcher- Sonya Belousova, Giona Ostinelli, Joey Batey

7. Let Me- ZAYN

8. Can We Pretend- P!nk, Cash Cash

9. Kiwi- Harry Styles

10. Best Friend- Saweetie, Doja Cat

I’m tagging @anotherteenageroninternet @mentalaboutyoutoo@blueneptuune

[nepofm]

SPOTTED   at   the  met   steps   wearing   last   season’s   jimmy   choos  ?   i’d   leave   the   steps   in   the   next   24   hours   before   nepoupdates   catches   them   !   if   it   were   me   ,   i’d   definitely   go   back   and  review   the   checklist   of   golden   rules.

taylor  maxwell   madelyn  cline  ,  sage  teller’s  famous  ex-girlfriend  wc  ,  joey  cha’s  bandmate  (  lead  guitarist  )  wc

madelyn   cline.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   taylor   maxwell   ,   most   likely   listening   to   brutal   by   olivia   rodrigo  with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-three   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -egotistical   yet   +charismatic   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   drowning   sorrows   with   another   bottle   of   whiskey   ,   late   night   recording   sessions   that   last   until   dawn   ,   dark   sunglasses   shielding   her   so   no   one   sees   the   ugly   truth   &   flying   closer   to   the   sun   even   as   waxed   wings   begin   melting,   followed   by   poison   by   dior.   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   pop   punk   guitarist   storms   out   of   yet   another   interview   —   were   her   ex   assistants   right   about   diva   behavior?,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  (   alex    )

[thebaldovinobarani]

Javielis Gonzalez by Baldovino Barani

[etherealglimmer]

Dior!Joey

[blatantlyright]

Me: Now that I got this promotion, I can start saving money to buy a house.

Dior: Hey, Joseph Quinn is the face of this unisex perfume, and it looks like it smells good, so maybe you can save money later.

[godofblxck]

IG : godofblxck

[sophs-style]

sophs-style:

Joey Yung (wearing Christian Dior) at the Christian Dior Fall 2021 Shanghai Show on Monday (12th April 2021) in Shanghai.

[keeponmovingalong]

My Picks for Best Dressed Women at the 77th Golden Globes

[01sentencereviews]

critics' choice awards 2020, best dressed

zendaya in tom ford

gwendoline christie in dior men

mj rodriguez in moschino

lulu wang in cecilie bahnsen

joey king in prada

christopher abbott in unknown

saoirse ronan in erdem

margaret qualley in miu miu

[babybluebex]

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you ask joseph if he can fuck you in character as eddie, and he’s more than happy to do it. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | joseph quinn (rpf) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style) degradation kink, he’s a sweetheart 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’ve had this idea for a while and i finally got it down on paper hehe enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t act like that,” you huffed. “It was just a thought, take it or leave it.” 

Joseph’s eyes were wide as he considered the offer you had just laid at his feet and, for as good of an actor as he was, you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey with furrowed eyebrows and moonish eyes and an agape mouth. “Repeat that,” he said finally. 

“What?” you asked. “I want you to fuck me in character. You act like I’ve asked something monstrous of you.” 

“No, no, it’s just…” Joe began, and he laughed. “Eddie is so different from me. I didn’t think you’d like him at all.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s just so sweet.” 

“And you want to fuck him?” Joe asked with a lilting laugh. At least he seemed amused by the idea. “In costume and everything?” 

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, lightly chewing at your fingernails. “Look, Joey, it took a lot of courage for me to even ask, so if you’re gonna tease me about it—”

“No!” Joe said quickly, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. The trailer was small, obviously not built for more than one person, but you and Joe made it work. 

You had only seen him in costume once, when he popped by the trailer during lunch to grab his phone charger, and the sight of the long hair and the tattoos had done something to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and, as lovely as your Joe was, you wanted to see if he would even agree to something like that. 

“Listen, I-I like the idea,” Joe told you. “I was just surprised. Are you sure it’s something you want?” 

“I’m sure,” you told him. He put his strong arms around you and carefully tugged you to sit on his lap, and you tossed your arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll do it?” 

Joe sucked at the back of his teeth, and he nodded. “You’re persuasive,” he told you, and his hand lightly touched your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth on the high point of your face. “Do you wanna plan it, or let it be a surprise?” 

“Surprise me,” you said. “Surprise me with Eddie.” 

“I’ll be sure to,” Joe told you, and he kissed you softly, his perfect pink lips pressing and molding to yours. He tasted like cigarettes, even though he swore up and down that he would quit, but you didn’t mind it really. It was just so perfect and so Joe that it made your head spin if you thought about it too hard. 

The next day passed with no Eddie appearance, and so did the next. Your time on set was coming to an end soon— visiting from London for a week didn’t exactly give you a lot of time with him, especially with the shooting schedule being so hectic, sometimes 12 hour days that spanned all night and left your Joey incredibly tired when he schlumped into the trailer at 6AM— and you almost worried that he had forgotten. You didn’t want to remind him, though; you didn’t want to lump another thing onto his back. Even if it never came to fruition, you decided, the fact that he said he would try meant the world to you. 

Finally, the day before your flight back home, your last dinner with Joe, it happened. You stepped into the trailer and slung your bag down, and you settled on the sofa before you took notice of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, just different, and you quickly identified it. 

Cologne. Not the Dior stuff that you were used to Joe wearing, but something that stung a little in your nose, something cheap. And a hint of cigarettes, maybe? Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Your eyes widened, and you called out “Joey? Oh, umm… Eddie?” 

There was a commotion from behind the closed door that led to the itty bitty bedroom, and you heard a distinctly non-South London voice call back to you. “One sec, sweetheart!” he said in a pitch-perfect American accent, and your heart fell into your stomach. It was happening. He was doing this for you. 

The door slid open, and your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Your prim and proper Joseph was completely transformed, long hair that framed his jaw and touched his shoulders, curled like his real hair but much darker than his, wearing ripped jeans and white tennis shoes and that distinctive black and white Hellfire Club shirt. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off the tattoos that he now had on his arms, and you could see one peeking out the top of his shirt. The rings on his fingers made you shiver, and, everything added altogether, you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this for you.

“There she is,” he said with a wide smile, and he came to stand in front of you. His belt was right in your eyeline, and your eyes widened at the handcuff belt buckle. Jesus. Your mouth went dry and you swallowed, and you looked up at Joe with wide eyes. “What do you think, babe?”

“You look…” you started, and you struggled for the right word. “Hot.” 

“Well, I know that,” Joe said and rolled his eyes. “You like what you see, huh?” 

You stretched out your hands to touch him, and you hooked your fingers in his belt and tugged him a step closer. He laughed under his breath as you touched him all over, your hands wandering from his thighs to his stomach and to his neck, and you tugged up his shirt to see the demon and the spider tattoos on his chest. “Oh, yeah,” Joe chuckled, still stuck in the accent. “Aren’t these tats sweet?” 

“This is so weird,” you laughed lightly, and you placed a kiss on Joe's belly before you let his shirt fall back down. “Oh my God, Joey…”

“Who’s Joey?” Joe asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Have you been seein’ other guys behind my back?” 

“Never, my love,” you told him, and you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d never do that. I only want my Eddie.” 

“Good,” Joe told you, and he brushed a kiss across your lips. “‘Cause I only want my sweetheart.” 

Your lips tingled with his kiss, and you couldn’t help the heat that was quickly invading your body. He was hot. Your Joey was everything to you, he was incredibly sexy and smart and attractive and kind and every good thing that could be said about a person, but Eddie was different. Eddie was a different sort of sexy, in a way that seemed almost dangerous, like he would bend you over the counter and fuck you at any second. 

“Speaking of,” Joe began, kissing your cheek softly. “My dick is hard as fuck. Think you can help with that?” 

“God!” you laughed, your face heating up. “Blunt.” 

“You know how us Americans are,” Joe laughed, his cheeks tinging pink. “We’re nothing if not blunt. C’mon, sweetheart, I know how bad you wanna suck me off.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “But maybe I just wanna kiss you first. Say hi properly, y’know?” 

“Sure,” Joe replied, and he slotted his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass for a moment. “Hi there.” 

“Hi,” you giggled, and you leaned up to kiss him again. “How’re you doing?” 

“M’fine,” Joe shrugged. “Couldn’t wait to get a break and come see you.” 

“How long do we have?” you asked. 

“Just under an hour,” Joe told you, his big eyes sparkling at you. At least he didn’t have to wear any colored contacts for Eddie; if you didn’t see his wide brown eyes, you would be too sad. “Think that’s enough time?” 

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “So I guess I’ve gotta get to work, right?” 

“Yeah,” Joe nodded. “Sooner, the better.” 

You kissed him one last time, and your hands went to the handcuff belt buckle, opening his pants to you. Even a brush of your hand across his pants had him hissing in a breath, and he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ tease me, sweetheart.” 

“I’m not,” you giggled, and Joe’s hand came to grab your chin, and he forced you to look at him. There was something different in his eyes, something a little darker than you were used to, but the intensity only made your cunt twitch. 

“Fuckin’ talking back,” Joe said. “Don’t make me get mean with you. Just suck my dick, baby.” 

“I like you like this,” you blurted out, and your face went even warmer as Joe’s eyes widened for just a moment. 

“Yeah?” He asked, and you smiled as his true accent crept through for just a moment. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Kinda mean. I like it.” 

“I can do mean,” Joe said, fixing himself and settling back fully into Eddie. His shoulders went back and he stood up straighter, and you grinned as your sweet Joey disappeared under the blanket of Eddie once more. “C’mon, we don’t have all day, princess, get down there.” 

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, and you quickly worked yourself to your knees, fully undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. 

“I like sir, that’s cute,” Joe said, and his hand cradled your cheek as you pulled out his cock. He was right; he was hard as fuck. His cock felt like hot steel, all hard ridges and veins as it twitched in your hand, and you were quick to put your mouth on him, suckling at the uncut head of his cock. 

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your small movements, and you took him a bit deeper as his hand came to your head. His fingers itched in your hair for a moment before taking hold and tugging you further onto his cock. You groaned in the back of your throat as you eagerly sucked him, and you hollowed your cheeks out to hug his cock tight. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, already leaking precum, and the taste of it made you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Joe asked, looking down at you, and you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Fuck, look at you. Take it, just like that…” He moaned, long and low in his chest, as your tongue massaged his cock, and he mumbled out, “Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth’s so good.” 

You fell off of his cock with a gasp, the sticky precum mixing with your spit and dripping off your lips and his cock, and Joe let go of your hair to cradle the back of your head with his hand. “M’gonna fuck your face,” Joe said, and the roughness of his words combined with the American accent made your cunt throb and clench around nothing again. You were wet, you could feel it dampening your panties, and you wriggled a bit to get some kind of friction from your jeans. “Oh, what, baby? Need some attention?” 

“Please,” you whimpered, and Joe smoothed his hand down to your neck, holding you firmly for a moment before he dropped from you completely.

“Get over to that bed,” he told you, and, when you stood, he landed a firm smack on your ass. “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a sec. Undress for me, get all ready.”

“Can I touch myself?” you asked. Joe usually didn’t care about that sort of thing, but you were picking up the vibe that Eddie might care. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “Good girl, asking for permission.” 

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you did as he told you, and he watched you eagerly, stroking his cock. It was unbelievable how attractive Joe was as Eddie, and you reached out for him as you took off your shirt. “Kiss me, Eds, please,” you whined, and he stepped forward towards the bed, his hand still tight around his cock. 

Joe leaned forward and quickly connected his lips to yours, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. You moaned at how dominant he was, and Joe smiled as he broke the kiss. “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he told you with a chuckle. “Never gonna want ole Joey again after this, only me, huh?” 

“I’ll always want Joey,” you told him, and you planted your feet on the bed and shimmied out of your jeans. “Joey is kind and sweet and has a stellar cock, but one night with Eddie is… Fun.”

You watched as blush invaded Joe’s cheeks at your compliments, and you grinned as he nodded. His hands went to your body, and he smoothed his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to your bra, and he removed it with ease. Joe leaned forward and kissed you softly once more, and his mouth traveled to your neck in an instant. “You want a hickey?” he whispered, and you nodded quickly, your hands finally going to grab at his hair. The wig was surprisingly lifelike, and, to be honest, it sorta creeped you out, but Joe seemed to like when you tugged on it. 

Joe’s hands went to your panties as he sucked hard at your neck, and your back arched into him. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and Joe made a strangled noise deep in his chest. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping at the mark on your neck. “Say my name, baby, let everyone know who you’re fucking.” 

“Eddie,” you whined, and Joe tugged down your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” Joe chuckled, his eyes locking on your cunt. You squirmed a little under his gaze, and his strong hands came to grasp your thighs, holding your legs and cunt open for him. “This little pussy, already so messy and wet.” 

Joe’s hand came to your pussy, and he tucked his thumb onto your clit, touching it just enough for you to jolt and moan. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered under his breath, and the sound of it made your cunt flutter and twitch. “Good girl, you’re all wet for me. You think you’re ready?” His fingers, adorned with those heavy silver rings, lightly swept up your pussy, collecting some of your slick on his fingertips, and the sight of his glistening fingers made you nod quickly. 

“Fuck me,” you gasped, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Please, Eds, please fuck me.” 

“Oh, baby, the whining,” Joe chuckled, taking hold of his cock once more. He stroked himself a few more times, watching your pussy wink and flutter at him, and he hissed in a breath. “Turn around,” he told you quickly. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.” 

Your arms shook underneath you as you got into the position he asked, and you felt him grab a handful of your hair as the burning head of his cock slid up your pussy from behind you. Without warning, Joe snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one swift movement, and you moaned in surprise. “Eddie!” you squealed, and his hand left your hair to press between your shoulder blades, urging you down until just your ass swayed in the air. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joe mumbled, and he withdrew himself from you for a slow, agonizing second before filling you once more, his balls hitting your sticky cunt as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. The position made him feel so much deeper inside you, like he was fucking your throat, and you uselessly grabbed at the bedhseets to anchor yourself as he started to properly fuck you. 

Joe grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto him, and you whimpered at the feeling of him. “Fuck,” you whined into the mattress, but Joe didn’t seem to hear you; if he did, he ignoeed you. His hand smoothed across your ass for a moment as he fucked you hard, the sound of your skin colliding making that hot coil in your belly tighten, and he finally smacked your ass hard. 

You gasped in shock, and you dug your fingernails into the bed once the pain finally registered on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned. “Fuck, baby.” 

“I know,” Joe groaned, and he kept up his rhythm, spearing you hard onto his cock, the lewd wet noises of your pussy reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. “So deep in your little pussy, huh? You like it like this?” 

“Love it,” you whined. “Love your cock, Joey.” 

Joe was quiet for a moment, obviously absorbing that you had said his name instead of Eddie’s, and he smacked your ass again when he recovered. “S’not my fucking name,” he said on a growl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your face out of the bed. “What’s my name, baby?” 

“Eddie,” you gasped, and you reached back to touch him, any part of him. Your hand found his quickly, and he threaded your fingers together as he continued his nearly-punishing pace. 

“Say it again,” Joe said. “Say it ‘til you forget that other guy’s name. It’s only Eddie, isn’t it, baby?”

“Eddie,” you said, and his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Eddie, fuck me, Eddie.” 

“Glad to know you take directions,” Joe laughed, smacking your ass again. He let go of your hand and leaned forward, molding his front to your back, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to drag you further into him. “Fuck, baby… Fuck.” 

When he spoke next, you jumped. “Jesus, love… Hard to-to keep it together.” His accent broke through fully, dropping Eddie for a moment as he fucked you deep, and your cunt throbbed hard around his cock. You had already gotten so used to the Eddie voice, hearing Joe’s real voice was a shock. 

“Do you need to stop?” you asked, and Joe shook his head. 

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he said, his American accent back again. “Just keep hugging my dick like that, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.” 

Your cunt pulsed at his words, and he buried his face in your neck to smother his loud moan. Joe had never been like this before, and it was absolutely a turn on for you, seeing how unhinged and frankly animal he was being. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, reaching back and taking his hand again. “I love you.”

Joe groaned again, fucking you roughly as he held your hand, and, into your neck, he muttered, “I love you too, princess. God, fuckin’ love you so much.” 

“Cum inside me,” you told him, and Joe kissed at your neck almost frantically, laying peck after peck onto your skin. 

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Joe said. “I’m not cumming ‘til you do. Better speed it up, baby.” With that, he let go of your hand and reached forward, and you moaned high in your throat as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Just like that?” 

“Yes,” you whimpered, and your  hands went back to the blankets, grabbing them in your fists as your legs began to shake. The way he was fucking you, along with playing with your clit, and the overwhelming energy of feral Eddie, it was all so much, and you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until it threatened to burst with every fuck into your body that Joe gave you. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Joe muttered, his voice low and breaking. “Feel so good, this pussy, you take me so well. Are you getting close?” 

“I’m gonna cum,” you hissed, reaching between your legs and grabbing at Joe’s wrist. The chain link bracelet he wore was cool to the touch, as were his rings, and you shined and pushed back against him as he fucked forward. You cried as you felt him deeper than ever before, the pain blossoming in your tummy and slowly melting into pleasure, and Joe laughed into your ear, taking the fleshy lobe into his mouth. 

“Deep, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “Did it hurt?” 

“Yes,” you sobbed. “But I like it, don’t stop, y-you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Joe chuckled, and he grabbed your hip and shoved you further back on him as he fucked you. The pain rocketed through you again, but it all settled in your pussy and clit, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up with that. Everything all combined, his fingers on your throbbing clit and the punishing rhythm, it was too much, and you squeezed his wrist as the coil burst in your stomach and you came hard around him. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joe laughed as your legs shook, and he added, “Good girl, milking my cock so good, fuck. Still want me to cum inside you?” 

You felt lightheaded with the intensity of your orgasm, and you could only blearily nod at him. Every sense was jacked up to ten, and the feel of him inside your sensitive channel made you whimper and cry. “Fuck, J-Eddie, oh my God.” 

“Aw, look at the mess you made,” Joe said, still fucking you just as hard as before. “So much cum… M’gonna give it to you, you ready?” You nodded quickly, squeezing his wrist again, and Joe finally let go of your clit to play with your fingers for a moment before he grabbed your hand hard. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby, so fuckin’ perfect, good girl…”

He fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he could manage, and you gasped as he pumped you full of his cum. His body was warm against yours, his belt clinking as his hips stuttered, and your shaking legs finally gave out as he pulled out of you. 

You laid in the bed, panting and trying to regain some of your brain, and you heard the sounds of Joe cleaning himself up, wiping away the bits of cum on a discarded bath towel, and you remembered that he had to go back to work after this. “You alright?” Joe asked, and you couldn’t exactly understand why your eyes watered at the sound of his accent, his voice back. “Love, talk to me, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you said softly, slowly sitting up. Your body was already sore from his roughness, and you groaned at the ache in your legs. When you looked up, Joe was knelt beside the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, his eyebrows pitched up with worry. 

“Was it too much?” he asked. “Was I too mean?” 

“No, darling, it’s not that,” you said softly. “I’m just…” You took a deep breath, and you giggled lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Yeah,” Joe chuckled. “Did you like it?” 

You nodded. “It felt… Weird,” you started. “Like, it was you, but it wasn’t, and you-you fucked me so hard, you’ve never— but I liked it! It was just weird.” 

“Weird for me too,” Joe said, and he slowly stood up, brushing the hair behind his ear. “Hair got all in my mouth at one point. I hate this wig. But it was weird to fuck you and not be me. I did like it, though. I always like fucking you.” 

“Good to know,” you chuckled, and you pulled him to you and planted a kiss on his puffy lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.” 

“I love you too, darling,” Joe said, and he kissed you again, gentle and loving and everything that Joe was that you loved. “We have a few minutes before I need to get back, can I do anything for you before I leave?” 

“No,” you said. “Just be my Joey, and I’ll be happy.”