#kehlani abs

[ilovesarahkay7]

Kehlani's Sexy Abs (After Hours Music Video)

[envisioninghope]

Kehlani is my new inspiration for how I want to look. Face and body

[wowevenmoreloveonearth]

You know what? I have become a gaylor sympathiser

This is going to be a long post, sorry! Please read the full post before even thinking about commenting.

Over the past few days I’ve seen a few posts on my dash about taylor swift and her fans that have left a bad taste in my mouth.

I know that a lot of people think that some fans of her are “trying to make her gay” and I just wanted to put the record straight and defend some people after actually looking at what’s going on. And I know I’m probably opening myself up for tumblr’s poor reading comprehension but before I start I’m going to say this:

I do not think taylor swift is a lesbian

Ok? Now let’s have a conversation.

First of all from what I’ve seen most of the fans who talk about Taylor swift and queerness do it from a point of literary analysis and learning queer history. This is a huge part of the community and lots of people have said that they never would have learnt so much about queer history without reading taylor swift’s works through a queer lens.

Adding on to that point, it seems a little hypocritical for the gay site which loves queer readings of books, tv shows, songs, musicals, films etc to be bullying a pretty small group of people who are mainly doing queer readings of lyrics. Especially when those people get near constant death threats. Instead of bullying these people (who don’t think or do what you think they think and do) why don’t you go outside and think “does this affect me? No. Do I agree with them? No. Am I going to cyber bully them because of this? No.”

Secondly, for the people who believe that any speculation on a real persons sexuality is 100% wrong. I used to think this too but I have changed my mind a bit about this recently after stopping and thinking about it properly. I’m not trying to change your mind at all I just want you to stop and think for a minute.

If you only get mad when speculation is queer in nature, then maybe think about that for a minute. Why is it totally wrong to think a person might be queer. We probably do it in our daily lives with people we know and they likely do it with us, back in the day that’s how queer people found each other-by speculating on sexuality. Would you be upset if you found out someone that you know thought you might be queer? I wouldn’t, maybe you would but if you would, why? Why is it terrible to think someone might be queer (this is NOT about hounding a person to admit to being queer like shawn mendes, this is just thinking in your head and on your small blog that the person will likely never see). Also this is literally the website where we talk about historical (real people) being gay even when they would have never said something to the equivalent.

An addition to this point before people start saying in the comments is that this is NOT the same situation as with kit connor. The issue there was people assuming that he was straight and taking that role away from a queer person. Speculating that he was queer was the opposite of what happened in that situation. So this is not an example of what happens when you speculate queerness.

Final things to say:

1) don’t believe every post you see with someone looking insane about taylor swift being gay, a lot of them are fake.

2) before anyone says “they should listen to real queer artists instead” most of them very much do. There’s a lot of fans of Hayley kiyoko, girl in red, Janelle monae, tegan and sara, zolita, kehlani etc.

3) there are some queer flags that are there. Sorry but there are. Hairpin drops, lavender, the ladder, flag colours, songs about women, friend of dorothy reference. Whether they are intentional is a different matter.

4) shipping real people is not what is happening for the majority of the people in the community. Also this comes back to queer vs straight again. Plenty of swifties ship taylor with men she’s been seen with and no one goes into their inboxes and sends death threats even when they are the ones making taylor swift all about the men she may or may not have dated.

5) taylor swift has never stated her sexuality. I know this may be hard to belive based off of how some people act, but it’s true. She has made vague statements which could have many meanings but she has never clearly stated anything. When gaylors get upset with taylor it is not because she said she is straight, it’s because they are getting death threats and doxxed and she seems to either be unaware of it (which is unlikely given how she seems to be a little terminally online) or she doesn’t care enough to tell her fans to stop.

6) if she does explicitly say she’s straight then there will probably be disappointment in her use of queer history and flags and her potential queer erasure (as we saw with lavender haze, with straight women describing their relationships as lavender) and centring herself in queer spaces (like the you need to calm down music video) but no one will be angry that she’s not gay. And a lot will probably be grateful that she actually explicitly stated for the record to absolve any confusion. The main issue would likely be other fans ramping up the death threats and bullying.

In conclusion: these people who do queer analysis of Taylor’s work are not trying to out her or make her gay etc. if you don’t understand it that’s fine it’s clearly not for you and you can go quite easily without seeing any of it. It’s not illegal to read works through a queer lens and if it means more people know about queer history then I think that’s a very good thing.

I changed my mind after looking at what a lot of people are actually saying rather than what people perceive them to be saying and maybe you will too?

Just be kinder to people online please and if you don’t like what people are saying block them and do not engage!

[deonn-jaelle]

French lessons and Rough sessions

word count: 3,700

warnings‼️ : smut

pairing : boyfriend aurelien x black female reader

summary : aurelien has an interesting way to teach you to not be so stubborn

note: SURPRISE SHAWTAAAYYYYY. i wanted to write this as a thank you to everyone (including all my moots and aurelien girlies) and a welcome to my new followers bc there have been a lot in the last couple of days! hello and welcome if you're new, i hope you have a great time here 2 another fic inspired by a song ik but songs are great inspo for me. i also mixed in the demon time thoughts of this anon (everyone say "thank you anon"). wrote this on a an hour ago so i hope it's still as good as my more well thought out ones. also i am working on that lewis fic, it is in progress and will be posted soon. i hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think💋💋💋.

“Aurélien” you sing out teasingly, your voice lilting over the soft hum of music filling your cozy apartment. The dim, golden glow of the lamps casts long shadows, warming the space and bathing the French footballer in a sultry light. He lounges shirtless on your plush brown sofa, long, juicy legs sprawled lazily, one arm draped over the backrest like he owns the place. That one vein in his thigh popping out looking oh so appetizing.

Your finger crooks toward him as you sway your hips to the slow, sensual beat of Kehlani’s track playing from your phone. The sweet scent of vanilla candles mixes with the faint musk of his cologne lingering in the air, a heady combination that makes your pulse quicken.

“Clothes off?” you ask, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you roll your shoulders back, accentuating the movement of your hips. The fabric of your shorts brushes teasingly against your skin with each deliberate sway.

Aurélien’s deep brown eyes gleam, his gaze sharp and hungry as it tracks your every move. A slow, confident smile spreads across his face, the kind that promises trouble. “Ah, tu veux que je sois nu, c’est ça?” (Ah, you want me to be naked, is that it?) His voice is rich and smooth, the deep rumble of his accent sending a shiver down your spine.

“Only if you say please” he says, arching a brow as you tilt your head coquettishly. “In French.”

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for the hem of your top, sliding it up and over your head with unhurried precision. The cool air kisses your skin, and the black lace of your bralette feels deliciously daring against your bare torso.

Aurélien exhales softly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes linger on your curves. “S’il te plaît” you murmur, your voice rasping as he bites his lower lip, that signature smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

The tension between you hums like a live wire.

He leans back, the firm muscles of his torso stretching enticingly, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. The soft brush of his clothes against his skin almost silent in the room. He pushes the fabric down, inch by inch, revealing the sculpted planes of his thighs until his shorts fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric, making your mouth water.

Now clad in nothing but black Calvin Kleins, he stands tall before you, his skin glistening faintly under the warm light. Shadows dance across the ridges of his abs, the sharp lines of his physique a testament to hours of discipline and training.

“Hmm” you hum appreciatively, your voice low and thick with want. You step closer, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps, and still looking him in the eyes, you reach out to trail a single fingertip down the length of his chest. His skin is warm, smooth, and firm beneath your touch.

“What’s the French word for insatiable?” you ask, your voice husky as your fingers tease at the waistband of his boxers.

“Insatiable” he replies, his voice, dripping with his sexy, foreign accent, dropping to a growl that vibrates between you.

Before you can slip your fingers further down, his hand catches your wrist, holding you firmly but gently. The warmth of his palm sends a jolt of anticipation through you.

“First” he says, his gaze locking onto yours, dark and commanding, “say something dirty to me en français.”

Your lips curve into a wicked smile as you lean in, your breath ghosting over his jaw. “Baise-moi jusqu’à ce que je ne puisse plus marcher.” (Fuck me until I can’t walk) Your voice is a whisper, low and full of promise.

A sharp breath escapes him, and for a moment, the air between you feels electric. The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of predatory. “Oh, ma belle” he rasps, his voice thick with lust, “tu sais quoi dire pour mettre un homme à genoux.” (You know exactly what to say to bring a man to his knees.)

Aurélien releases your wrist, and you take your time sliding his boxers down, the soft cotton brushing over his firm thighs before pooling at his feet. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, and the faint sound of his breathing grows heavier as your hands linger on his skin. The image of him standing right in front of you with nothing in was enough to make you faint. You wanted nothing more but to lick him from head to toe.

His hands find your hips, his grip possessive, pulling you against him. The hard planes of his body press into your softness as he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth warm and demanding.

“Tourne-toi and spread your legs for me” (Turn around) he orders against your lips, his voice a low growl that leaves no room for argument.

Your heart pounds as you turn slowly, the cool air brushing your exposed back. You place your palms flat against the wall — knowing that’s what he would say next — the textured surface rough against your skin.

“Bien” (Good) he whispers, his voice low and approving. His hands slide over your shoulders, down your sides, and linger at the clasp of your bra. With a practiced flick, it falls away, leaving your breasts bare to the room’s warm light.

The sharp contrast of his large, calloused hands against your soft skin sends a shiver coursing through you. His fingers dip to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with tantalizing slowness.

You wiggle your hips, feigning innocence as you make the task harder for him. His low growl rumbles behind you.

“Reste immobile” he warns, his tone sharp enough to cut through your playful defiance. (Stay still.)

But you can’t help it—you giggle, wiggling even more just to provoke him.

Aurélien’s hands then grip the waistband firmly, yanking your shorts down in one swift, decisive motion. The fabric catches briefly against your curves before pooling at your ankles, leaving you completely bare. A sharp, stinging slap lands on your left cheek, followed by another on your right. Then again, left then right. The sound echoes in the room, and you gasp, the sting sharp and thrilling.

“Are you going to stop playing now?”

Your lips curve into a pout as you glance over your shoulder. “Ouch, Aurélien, that hurts” you whine, though the heat pooling in your core betrays your words. Your hands find your ass trying to soothe the pain but his hands swat yours away quickly before you could stop the pain.

His grip tightens on your hips, his voice steady but dark with desire. “I asked you a question” he says, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You turn your head slightly, a teasing glint in your eye. “No.”

He respons with a calm “Mm okay then.” sending a rush of heat through you. You stood there wondering how he is still so unbothered by your antics.

His palm comes down again, harder this time, landing squarely on your backside. The sharp smack echoes against the walls, and you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin and spreading like wildfire.

“You’re going to have to learn not to be bad, chérie” he murmurs, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The deep timbre of his voice vibrates through you, melting into the haze of desire pooling in your core.

His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles over the place he just struck, the contrast between the soothing motion and the residual sting sparking electric shocks along your nerves. His fingers press gently, teasing the sensitive skin, and your breath catches at the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

“Am I a dog?” you ask, your voice dripping with cheeky defiance, though your heart races as you test his patience.

He pauses for a moment, and you feel his body tense behind you. Then, his dark chuckle rumbles low in his chest, the sound rich and dangerous. His hips press forward, and the hard ridge of his arousal grinds against you, stealing a gasp from your lips.

“Non” he murmurs, his voice a husky promise. His fingers trail up your spine, tracing a line so light it sends shivers racing across your skin. His touch lingers at the nape of your neck before sliding down again, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. “Mais we can put you in a position that makes you feel like one.” (but)

The wicked edge in his tone makes your knees tremble, though you refuse to give him the satisfaction of faltering.

“Smart ass” you mutter under your breath, turning your face just enough to mask the smirk tugging at your lips.

You’re sure he didn’t hear you. The music still hums faintly in the background, and the tension in the room is thick enough to drown out quieter sounds. But you’re wrong.

His grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath hitch. The heat of his palms sears into your skin, a firm reminder of his dominance. You can feel his smirk pressing against the space between your shoulder blades, a silent warning that he doesn’t let anything slide.

“What did you say?” he asks, his tone deceptively calm, but there’s an edge of challenge there, daring you to repeat yourself.

Your mind races as you weigh your options. Finally, you glance back over your shoulder, lips parted in mock innocence. “Je n’ai rien dit” (I didn’t say anything) you reply, your voice sweet and soft, though you both know the lie is as thin as air.

His eyes narrow, dark with suspicion and amusement. “Huh, I must be hearing things then” he says, his grip shifting slightly. You say nothing not wanting to cause him to spank you anymore. You feel the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over the curve of your hips, a tantalizing touch that makes your pulse quicken.

He leans closer, his breath warm against your neck as he murmurs, “Careful, ma belle. Lies have consequences.”

The room feels thick with tension and the musky heat of desire, the dim lighting casting long shadows that flicker with each of your movements. The faint hum of music in the background competes with the sound of your heavy breathing, every note of Kehlani’s sultry melody blending with the symphony of your escalating passion.

Aurelien’s large hands grip your hips possessively, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin with just enough force to leave ghostly impressions. He grinds his hips against your ass in a slow rhythm, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against you through the thin fabric separating your bodies. The friction sends jolts of heat through your core, leaving no doubt about what he wants—or what you need.

Without warning, his hand slides between your legs, the roughness of his touch contrasting with the smoothness of your folds. His fingers dip into your wetness, teasingly stroking the slick, sensitive skin, and you gasp at the sudden intimacy. “You’re already this wet for me…..but you don’t deserve what you want until you start listening.” His accent laces his words with an intoxicating mix of authority and seduction, and his lips brush faintly against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Keep your hands on the wall” he commands, his voice low and firm. “Spread those legs a little wider for me.”

Your knees threaten to buckle under the intensity of his touch, his fingers trailing languidly up and down, drawing out soft gasps that you can’t suppress. Despite the stubborn tilt of your chin, your body betrays you, and you slowly spread your legs wider, the ache for more overcoming any shred of defiance. His hand grips your hip as his other explores your wetness, his thumb grazing your clit with maddening precision.

“D’accord, tu y arrives” (Okay, you’re getting there) he murmurs approvingly, his breath fanning over your neck. The gruff praise sends a thrill down your spine, and your toes curl in anticipation.

Then he pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you with delicious intensity. You cry out in surprise, arching your back, your walls clenching around him as your body adjusts to the intrusion. “Aurelien!” you gasp, your hand instinctively flying back to grab at his wrist as pleasure courses through you like an electric current.

“Non, bébé, qu’est-ce que j’ai dit?” (No, baby, what did I say?) His tone is both stern and amused, laced with mock disappointment. He pulls his fingers back slightly, denying you the full sensation you crave, before delivering another sharp smack to your bottom that stings enough to make you yelp. “Les mains sur le mur.” (Hands on the wall) The command comes with just a hint of menace, and you know better than to defy him twice.

Whimpering, you flatten your palms against the cool wall, the chill grounding you for a moment before his fingers plunge back into you, curling to hit that perfect spot that makes your legs quake. His thumb resumes its torturous circles on your clit, coaxing desperate cries from your lips as he works you with skillful precision.

“Bien, bébé” (Good, baby) he rasps, his voice low and velvety. The warmth of his breath skims over your damp skin, and you can feel the smirk curling on his lips even though you can’t see it.

Then, just as the pressure within you starts to build, his fingers withdraw abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you—the low scrape of his underwear hitting the floor—and then the hot, hard length of him pressing against your wetness, teasing without entering. You can hear how turned on you are. Your body shudders at the sensation, your breath hitching as he places a firm hand on your lower back, gently arching you forward.

“Stay just like that” he mutters, his tone a tantalizing mix of roughness and care. “Don’t move.”

He grips your hips, spreading your legs wider with his knee, the position forcing you onto your tiptoes, the burn in your thighs adding to the delicious tension building in your core. “Très bien bébé” (Very good baby) he murmurs approvingly, the heat of his words spilling over your ear as he slowly pushes forward, inch by tantalizing inch, stretching you completely.

A low groan escapes his lips as he buries himself fully inside you carefully, his hands flexing against your hips, holding you still as he savors the tight heat enveloping him. “Si humide pour moi…” (So wet for me), he hisses through gritted teeth. The words are raw, and they ignite a fire within you.

“Toi—tu me rends si humide, Aurélien” (You—you make me so wet, Aurelien) you stammer, the effort to form a grammatically correct sentences lost to the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. He chuckles darkly at your attempt, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you.

His hips pull back, his length sliding out almost completely before he thrusts back in with a force that sends you rocking forward against the wall. The sound of your back side meeting hips fills the room, a steady, rhythmic slap that only grows louder as he sets a punishing pace.

“Plus fort, s’il te plaît, Aurélien” (Harder, please, Aurelien) you beg, your voice raw and desperate.

“Ah, tu veux que je te baise plus fort, Y/N?” (Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, Y/N?) he taunts, his voice steady and teasing despite the sweat glistening on his skin and the relentless motion of his hips.

“Oui… oui… s’il vous plaît” (Yes… yes… please) you plead, your head tipping back as the words tumble from your lips between gasping breaths.

With a growl, he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so your neck is exposed. The rough pull sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and making you let out a few loud moans, almost sounding like a sob. His lips brush against the curve of your ear “Ne me supplie pas si tu ne peux pas suivre” (Don’t beg if you can’t keep up) he rasps before slamming into you harder, deeper, each thrust sending shockwaves through your trembling frame.

The air in the room is riddled with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat clinging to your skin like a second layer. The dim light casts shadows across the walls, flickering as the movement between your bodies sends vibrations through the room. Your hands scrape against the smooth surface of the wall, desperate for something to anchor yourself as Aurelien drives into you with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Each thrust is unrelenting, hitting deep, hard, and perfect, until the world around you dissolves into white-hot sensations.

“Oh. fuck. yes” you cry out matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your voice raw, almost breaking. The pressure of his thrusts pushes you forward, your cheek brushing the cool wall, a contrast to the blazing heat radiating from your bodies. The sting of overstimulation blends with the sweet ache of pleasure, driving you wild.

Aurelien wraps his thick, muscled bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against him. His chest presses against your sweat-slicked back, the hardness of his body a stark juxtaposition to your trembling body. His lips graze the shell of your ear, and give you a little bite. Hips lips hot and insistent, and the deep, gravelly rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Tu vas jouir sur ma bite, bébé?” (Are you going to cum on my dick, baby?) he growls, his hips slamming into you with merciless precision. Each syllable is steeped in dominance, his accent curling around the words in a way that makes your core tighten.

“Oui! Oui, je vais jouir!” (Yes, yes, I’m going to cum!) you pant, the desperation in your voice echoing off the walls. Your body shakes with anticipation, your muscles tightening as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. His fingers find your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a skill that has you keening, the sound breaking from your throat like a plea.

You can’t stop yourself from pushing back against him, grinding your hips to meet his brutal rhythm. The lewd slap of skin on skin grows louder, each thrust pushing you closer to the brink.

“Ouais, juste comme ça. Continuez.” (Yeah, just like that. Keep going.) His voice is breathless, thick with arousal, his moans spilling out as he holds you in place, fully impaled on his cock. His arms gently adds a little more pressure to your throat. The pressure is firm but not overwhelming, a delicate balance that only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Your vision begins to blur, your mind drowning in the sensations. The gentle choke intensifies the pleasure, turning the fire in your core into a roaring inferno. You gasp, the lack of oxygen sharpening every nerve ending, sending shocks of ecstasy coursing through you.

“Ughhh, fuck yessss” Aurelien groans, his deep voice breaking with need. His relentless thrusts grow uneven, his own pleasure cresting as your cries push him over the edge.

The dam within you finally breaks. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your body convulsing violently as every nerve ignites. You scream his name, the sound raw and primal, as your inner walls clamp down hard around him, pulling him deeper into you. Aurelien doesn’t stop, his hips hammering into you with harsh, irregular thrusts as your climax continues to ripple through you.

His grip tightens around your throat just enough to send your orgasm into overdrive. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you past the limits of what you thought your body could handle. You feel him swell inside you, his low growl echoing through your ear.

“Sacrément, this pussy feels so good” (Damn) he whispers cruelly, the sinful words spoken in a tone designed to make you lose control all over again. His pace falters, becoming erratic as his own release overtakes him. With a guttural groan, his body tenses, and you feel the hot rush of his seed spilling into you, marking you in the most intimate way.

As he pulls out, his release trickles down your thighs, warm and sticky, a reminder of his claim on you. Aurelien turns you around with firm hands, his touch steadying your shaky legs. His dark eyes lock on yours, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as he spreads your thighs wider, studying the mess he’s made of you.

“Regarde-moi” (Look at me) he commands, his voice soft but brooking no disobedience. His hands remain on your hips, his touch grounding as your body still trembles from the aftermath. You meet his gaze, your lips parted as you try to catch your breath, the dazed look on your face making his smirk widen.

Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glazed with satisfaction and submission. His seed drips down your inner thighs, mingling with your own arousal, the evidence of your passion painting your skin. You look thoroughly used, and the sight clearly pleases him.

“Did you learn to be good?” he asks, his tone sweetly mocking, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, and you can’t help but smirk slightly.

“Yes” you reply, your voice hoarse but tinged with amusement.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Will you be bad again?” he asks, his tone laced with playful warning.

“Maybe” you tease, your lips curling into a grin despite your trembling legs.

His eyes darken, a mischievous glint lighting them as he clicks his tongue. “Oh, I think that means you didn’t learn, chérie” he says, shaking his head. He steps back, his presence commanding even as he gestures toward the bedroom. “Go to the bed and lay down.”

He turns and strides toward the bedroom without a backward glance, his confidence leaving no doubt that you’ll follow. And he’s right. There’s no way you’d dare to disobey—not after this. You take a shaky step forward, your body still tingling, already anticipating what’s to come.

[iseebeautyinwords]

𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 | shuri x reader

wc : 1.6k

summary : being friends with shuri udaku is stressful, fun and romantic?

warnings : i did not reread this bc i am LAZY but this is my first work so please leave some tips!

taglist : @inmyheadimobsessed @zayswriting @pinkwright just some authors who continue to inspire me

the loud sounds of your university cafeteria where comfortably drowned out by the sound of your current favorite song. kehlani’s soft voice paired beautifully with the girls need love in strumental lulled you into a comfortable and less overwhelmed headspace. after finishing your quick and less than satisfactory lunch you made your way to the library. the soft bopping of your head to the song made your tight curls bounce on your shoulders, the cardigan you where wearing protecting you from the cold air that the building seemed to have year round. as you passed through the doors you mentally thanked the gods for the sight of an empty library, settling down in a quiet corner where you began to work on an essay for your differential equations class.

you worked in a comfortable silence, taking small breaks here and there. writing essays was a rigorous task that you did not particularly enjoy, which was well displayed by the bored look you carried on your face. soon enough a familiar scent interrupted your work, along with the pressing of cold hands to your eyelids. “you look like you’re having fun” your scowl quickly turned into a smile at the voice. “hi shuri,” the hands covering your eyes where removed and you heard the tall girl take a seat next to you, long legs spreading into a comfortable pose. you let your eyes rake over her attire. the low hanging pants she had on showing off her strong and well sculpted abs. your eyes made way from her outfit to her face where you found she was already looking at you.

“what’re you looking at?” her playful tease made your roll your eyes, turning back to your laptop before deciding that you were overall done with work for today. you turned around fully to let your friend know she had your full attention. though she always had your full attention.

“I’m sorry your big ass head was distracting me from my assignment.” you replied with the same amount of sarcastic playfulness that she gave you. the other girls dramatically held her head looking at you with shock and pain painted all over her pretty features. she looked too pretty pouting dramatically that you almost forgot to feel bad for your words.

“my mother said i would grow out of it” she tried to defend the obscure size of her large head. “shuri, you are twenty two years old. you’re going to die with that massive head”

“you’re such a mean girl y/n/n” shuri laid a freshly shaved head down onto your lap, the well defined curls on the top of her head landing softly. this act was one you had grown accustomed to, shuri always wanted to be touching you, near you, feeling you. her hand always gound yours or her knee always pressed against your own when sat next to each to each other. you didn’t mind the constant touches, infact you enjoyed the way you could hear her heart beat when she insisted on cuddling after a long study session, or the way her fingers found comfort in tracing intricate shapes on your skin. it was all so normal, so domestic for the two of you.

a few moments of peaceful silence passed before shuri abruptly stood up, grabbing your bag and laptop and shoving the electronic in its compartment . “C’mon pretty, i’m tryna take a nap” you knew this was her small invitation to her apartment, a nice space away from campus. you nodded getting up and tidying up the area before following next to the girl. she was carrying your bag in one hand and the other was linked with yours, fingers clasping together as you walked out into the parking garage, stopping at a black bmw with tinted windows. shuri opened the back seat doors and carefully tossed your bag in there before opening the passenger doors and making sure your situated.

the drive to shuri’s apartment was filled with small talk and comments about each others days. you were rambling about an annoying encounter you had with your roommate earlier that morning when you guys arrived at the large apartment building. “yea, and i kept telling her if she’s gonna leave her shit on my fucking bed im gonna throw it awa-” you were interrupted by the sound of the car door opening anf shuti waiting for you to step out. “you have a shitty roomate, why don’t you just ask to switch?” you two continued the conversation as shuri tapped in codes and buttons that led you guys to her humble abode. the apartment was a well decorated space with afro-futuristic art aligning the walls along with some plants that you brought. shuri set your bag down next to the couch and made her way to the open kitchen.

“want anything to eat?” before you even gave her your answer she had already started washing up some fruit. you took this opportunity to sit and get comfortable. soon enough you felt the couch dip next to you and a cold grape was being pressed to your lips. “open for me, pretty” she spoke so softly almost as if she was whispering. you parted your lips and allowed the grapes to fall into your mouth, closing your eyes contently as you chewed. you reopened your eyes to look at shuri who was suspiciously silent.

“you’re too quiet for me, what’s on your mind” when you voiced your thoughts shuri smiled. she placed the fruits down and leaned bag. when the two of you entered her home shuri had long discarded of her cropped hoodie, now sporting a black sports bra, and you had gotten rid of your cardigan sitting comfortably in your white tank.

“I can’t admire my pretty girl anymore?” my pretty girl these are words you’ve heard from shuri many times before. she constantly threw terms of affection and adoration your way and you always reciprocated those names, but it was times like this were shuri wasn’t just complimenting you, she was claiming you. calling you hers, saying it as if you were together and you wished you were. it would make it so much easier to accept her loving gaze as something more than just platonic. it would make the fleeting butterflied in your stomach every time she let her lips graze your skin make sense. it would make it so much easier. for the both of you.

you simply hummed at her words, your eyes falling closed again. “why?” the question comes out in a whisper, if it wasn’t for shuri’s intent, her need to listen to every word you said, she wouldn’t have caught it, and when she does her eyes brows furrow and her head tilts softly. “why what, mama” she replies to you in that same hushed tone, the term of endearment dripping with emotions you couldn’t understand, that you didn’t want to try understanding. understanding shuri udaku’s feelings was a challenges you weren’t born to take on.

“you keep, you keep calling me these names. calling me yours, holding me like im yours, But im not Shuri, i’m not yours and it hurts when you choose between acting like im your friend or your lover. it hurts” you end with a frustrated sigh. you wanted to be hers, oh so bad, but she made it a challenge, holding you close one moment but putting up a wall the next. The wall didn’t even make sense! it was okay to press kisses to your nape and forehead but asking you to be her girlfriend was too much? you didn’t understand, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t. you had multiple people you could be entertaining and if shuri thought otherwise she would be proven wrong. “I didn’t mean to hurt you y/n, i just i thought we already- i assumed wrong and im sorry” shuri’s words did nothing to soothe you, in-fact they confused you even more. what did she assume? did she think the two of you were already together?

“what did you assume shuri.” your words are quiet and sharp and it feels like if you don’t get an answer your heart might leap out of your chest and slap shuri itself. “I thought we were already, together, a couple. You met my mom, and my brother, we are always together. I thought that was being in a relationship” and this makes you laugh, a thick beautiful laugh. one that catches the panther off guard.

you laugh, and you don’t stop until you notice shuri isn’t laughing with you. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry, shuri you never asked me. you never asked me if i could be your girlfriend” and her lips part into an ‘o’ shape, you can see all the wires in her brain work together to realize that the whole time she thought she was parading around with her girlfriend, you thought she was just toying with your feelings. When she’s done thinking she looks back into your eyes and you think you’ve fallen for her all over again. the gaze she’s giving you is one of pure love and realization.

“Can i be your girlfriend y/n? please?” and you don’t respond, instead you just press your lips to hers and smile, and she does the same back, just kissing you and enjoying you, enjoying her girlfriend. hers. her swells with pride and joy and hours does the same. You guys sit there enjoying each other before you pull away “i mean by your standards we already are girlfriends right? since we are always together.”

[snixxlmao]

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT (SANTANA LOPEZ)? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR (MAIA REFICCO) IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE (TWENTY - TWO), BUT STILL STUCK IN (LIMA HEIGHTS) AT (WHICH SCHOOL). THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE (HELLKITE), BUT PREFER TO BE THE (SIREN). MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA (MAROON COLORED LIPSTICK LEFT ON A WHITE T-SHIRT, A WICKED SMIRK THAT NEVER FAILS SCARING OFF THE WEAK , A SEVRE COFFEE ADDICTION , A NOTEBOOK FULL OF HER WITTIEST REMARKS USED AGAINST HER PREY ) THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN (THE TROUBLE TONES). SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

THE BASICS:

name: santana diabla lopez

nicknames: santan, snixx , auntie snixx , san .

pronouns: she/her

gender: cis-female

birthday/zodiac: august 21st , leo.

birthplace: lima heights adjacent

relationship status: single

sexuality: sapphic GODDESS

occupation: waitress at spotlight diner

sports/clubs: cheerios, gay-straight alliance, mathletes .

major/minor: economics/music

languages: spanish and english

social media handles: normally it's bitchpez , because it sounds like bitch please , or auntiesnixx but that one is used only for her backup account that she uses to stalk people or shit post hot photos of herself to make others jealous.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'2"

build: sexy as fucking shit.

eye color: brown

hair color: brown

piercings: belly button, both helix are pierced along with her lobes and upper lobe too. oh and after a drunken night she also got her nipples pierced.

tattoos: her initials, sl, behind her ear inside the outline of a devil .

other distinguishing features: her conniving smirk , her defined abs and her killer bod.

style: baddie, but not overly showy .. loves to leave something to the imagination.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: judgmental, devious , loyal (to a fault) , intelligent , witty , spiteful , confident , arrogant.

likes: dancing , smoking cigars , watching people fall down , fame , attention, singing, the color black or maroon , partying or going out clubbing , commenting on how better she is than everyone else, herself , santana lopez (that woman is a goddess) .

dislikes: annoying losers , the word moist , when someone chews with their mouth open, open mouth breathers, anyone who thinks they are better than her, children also know as demon spawns, perverts at work who think they can tip her for a happy ending, ketchup.

fears: heights and being forgotten.

skills: singing, dancing , cheerleading, being able to seduce anyone into getting her way.

quirks: nasty habit or quirk she has is that whenever she gets nervous she tends to chew on pens. it's very rare for her since she rarely gets nervous, but when she does catch her with her 'chewing pen' in mouth.

hobbies: bullying others to show her superiority and making them cry, math (but don't call her a nerd) .

music tastes: she's a huge fan of amy winehouse and that sort of smooth r&b mixed with jazz, anything that she can dance to at the club or make her feel like the empowered bitch she is. whitney houston is also on repeat for her or anything by renee rapp and kehlani. she's also a bit of a swiftie however don't ever catch her admitting that she is to anyone.

myers-briggs: estp

kinsey scale: 6 , only straight santana is , is a straight up bitch.

strengths: her harsh words , thick skin and being hot as fuck.

weaknesses: being a tad over sensitive and not being able to take what she dishes out to everyone.

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[leggo-my-aego]

MY HONEST REACTIONS TO THE **HEARTSTEEL BOYS** PLAYLISTS FROM SOMEONE WHO HAS BARELY CONSUMED LoL CONTENT (PART 1/2)

note: i am SO sorry if i accidentally mischaracterize but these r my opinions based on VIBES i get from the media ive consumed of these 2D men

note2: will NOT be rating cuz music is SUBJECTIVE and i love ALL OF THEM (k`sante has my fav songs of everyone tho 🫶)

Aphelios 💙

>the description is so cute w him just monologuing ab going on a walk with his sister 😭 like sir, this isnt twt but thnk you bbg

>THIS MAN IS ME WHEN I WAS IN MY INDIE/TECHNO ERA LOWK

>like deadass think hed be the type to listen to vaporwave/those mixes of songs w homer simpson high in the background (plz ppl know what im talking about) or like Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji, idk

>gives the vibe of being out at night w headphones on; in your own world; surrounded by the city environment (neon lights and multiple cars passing by). getting off of work from a late shift and taking your time getting home cuz you wanna enjoy the commute alone

>definitely had a soundcloud before he had a spotify and still is active on it

>also seems like he'd def vibe to video game music from like persona 5 or smn

>also also everyone stream the fanmade song Lost in Silence by Marcus Skeen, its out on spotify!!!

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist💙:

• Breathe - Dahlia Sleeps

• rock + roll - EDEN

• Time to Heal - Slowtide, Idune Nicoline

Ezreal 💚

>this man is GAY, sorry dont make the rules. literally has Conan Gray and Troye Sivan in his playlist (I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE), may aswell add mitski 🙄

>rlly tho, Washing Machine Heart started playing after this and i didnt even question if it was part of the playlist

>anyways, very good vibes!! would def be a playlist id have playing in the bg if i was just hanging out in the living room or in the car with friends

>would give aux for a sing a long kind of ride where we're too engrossed in karaoke to pay attention to the road and accidentally start speeding down the lanes c:

>also someone equated him to baby-justin bieber kind of famous in this world and i can only think of howd he would definitely be unironically listening to that song as a guilty pleasure or Taylor Swift, idk

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist💚:

• God of Music - SEVENTEEN

• NO SZNS - Jean Dawson, SZA

• summer - keshi

K'Sante 💛

>UNDERRATED PLAYLIST, WHY DOES HE HAVE THE LEAST LIKES OF EVERYONE ???

>no notes, has my fav kinds of vibes of RnB and hiphop. like yes. ily k'sante 🫶

>this is what i listen to at night to keep me motivated with my work, very good vibes if you listen to ppl like UMI or SZA

>like omg will i get high and just chill in the house listening to this.. currently have it low on speaker with just my lamp illuminating my room with the sounds of the city in the distance and i am living for it

>would trust with my drink at a bar

> Personal Song Reccs based off this playlist💛:

• My Own - H.E.R.

• Everbody Business - Kehlani

• Irresponsible - Kiana Ledé

[ilovesarahkay7]

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[kanye--westeros]

Top Albums of 2024

1. I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU - JPEGMAFIA (Favorite Track: vulgar display of power)

2. Dark Times - Vince Staples (Favorite Track: Étouffée)

3. GNX - Kendrick Lamar (Favorite Track: tv off)

4. empathogen - Willow Smith (Favorite Track: false self)

5. CHROMAKOPIA - Tyler, The Creator (Favorite Track: I Killed You)

6. Big Ideas - Remi Wolf (Favorite Track: Wave)

7. Blue Lips - ScHoolboy Q (Favorite Track: time killers)

8. Algorithm - Lucky Daye (Favorite Track: Think Different)

9. What Now - Brittany Howard (Favorite Track: Red Flags)

10. Soul Burger - Ab-Soul (Favorite Track: California Dream)

11. Charm - Clairo (Favorite Track: Juna)

12. Two Star & The Dream Police - Mk.gee (Favorite Track: Candy)

13. I've Never Been Here Before - Erick the Architect (Favorite Track: Breaking Point)

14. Humble As the Sun - Bob Vylan (Favorite Track: Ring the Alarm)

15. TANGK - IDLES (Favorite Track: POP POP POP)

16. Nothing - Louis Cole (Favorite Track: Life)

17. COWBOY CARTER - Beyonce (Favorite Track: SWEET HONEY BUCKIIN')

18. People Who Aren't There Anymore - Future Islands (Favorite Track: Corner Of My Eye)

19. What A Devastating Turn Of Events - Rachel Chinouriri (Favorite Track: Dumb Bitch Juice)

20. The People We Become - nobigdyl. (Favorite Track: leave it to God)

21. It Wasn't That Deep - Glolorun (Favorite Track: Walk)

22. HEAVY JELLY - SOFT PLAY (Favorite Track: Act Violently)

23. Imaginal Disk - Magdalena Bay (Favorite Track: Cry For Me)

24. Songs For Sinners & Saints - Killer Mike (Favorite Track: Humble Me

25. Mahashmashana - Father John Misty (Favorite Track: Screamland)

26. Bando Stone & The New World - Childish Gambino (Favorite Track: Cruisin)

27. The Alexander Technique - Rex Orange County (Favorite Track: Carrera)

28. Cyan Blue - Charlotte Day Wilson (Favorite Track: My Way)

29. Atavista - Childish Gambino (Favorite Track: Final Church)

30. She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She - Chelsea Wolfe (Favorite Track: Dusk)

31. No - Tomato Flower (Favorite Track: Destroyer)

32. Pointy Heights - Foushee (Favorite Track: rice & peas)

33. Love Heart Cheat Code - Hiatus Kaiyote (Favorite Track: Cinnamon Temple)

34. Quiet In A World Full Of Noise - Dawn Richard x Spencer Zahn (Favorite Track: The Dancer)

35. Public Love - Littrell (Favorite Track: Meet Me In The Water)

36. AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES - Gao the Arsonist (Favorite Track: INSOMANIA)

37. Afrikan Alien - Pa Salieu (Favorite Track: Big Smile)

38. TIMELESS - Kaytranada (Favorite Track: WITCHY)

39. HARDSTONE PSYCHO - Don Toliver (Favorite Track: BACKSTREETS)

40. ORQUIDEAS - Kali Uchis (Favorite Track: Perdiste)

Honorable Mention:

Hit Me Hard And Soft - Billie Eilish, Older - Lizzy McAlpine, HEAVY - SiR, Hyperdrama - Justice, INDIGO - Jared Evan, Dark Matter - Pearl Jam, JPEG RAW - Gary Clark Jr., What A Fucking Nightmare - The Chisel, Chains & Stakes - The Dead South, #Richaxxhaitian - Mach-Hommy, I Got Heaven - Mannequin Pussy, Samurai - Lupe Fiasco, Something in the Room She Moves - Julia Holter, Brat - Charli XCX, 9 - Kenny Mason, The Art Of The Lie - John Grant, Dopamine - Normani, Where The Butterflies Go In The Rain - Raveena, Big For You - Zsela, God Said No - Omar Apollo, Wide open, horses - James Vincent McMorrow, This Wasn't For You Anyway - Lola Young, Permanent Pleasure - Joywave, MEGAN - Megan Thee Stallion, Mantras - Katie Pruitt, Romanticism - Hana Vu, No Name - Jack White, CRASH - Kehlani, Shadowbox - MAVI, Bird's Eye - Ravyn Lenae, This Is How Tomorrow Moves - Beabadoobee, Bad Cameo - James Blake x Lil Yachty, Ultra 85 - Logic, The Loop - Jordan Rakei, A LA SALA - Khruangbin, Power - illuminati hotties, Better Me Than You - Big Sean, Wild God - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Please Don't Cry - Rapsody, Found Heaven - Conan Gray, When a Thought Grows Wings - Luna Li, A Dream Is All We Know - The Lemon Twigs, Penalty of Leadership - Boldy James & Nicholas Craven, You Only Die 1nce - Freddie Gibbs, Bravado Intimo - IDK, Evergreen - Soccer Mommy, The FORCE - LL Cool J, From Zero - Linkin Park, Moth - Fana Hues, PHASOR - Helado Negro, Dunya - Mustafa The Poet, Negative Spaces - Poppy, Maybe In Nirvana - Smino, Mika's Laundry - Matt Champion, Fabiana Palladino - Fabiana Palladino

Albums Worth Checking Out Despite Not Making HM:

Stargazer - Helqvist, We Don't Trust You - Metro Boomin x Future, Bryson Tiller - Bryson Tiller, Deeper Well - Kacey Musgraves, Here In The Pitch - Jessica Pratt, Pinball - MIKE & Tony Seltzer, Only God Above Us - Vampire Weekend, Loss Of Life - MGMT, Saviors - Green Day, GRIP - serpentwithfeet, Eternal Sunshine - Ariana Grande, Can We Please Have Fun - Kings of Leon, Name Your Sorrow - Pillow Queens, Visions - Norah Jones, Girl With No Face - Allie X, Melt The Honey - PACKS, All Born Screaming - St. Vincent, Everything I Thought It Was - Justin Timberlake, Lives Outgrown - Beth Gibbons, INSANO (NITRO MEGA) - Kid Cudi, American Dream - 21 Savage, Radical Optimism - Dua Lipa, Chaos Angel - Maya Hawke, Good Together - Lake Street Dive, Little Rope - Sleater-Kinney, Don't Forget Me - Maggie Rogers, Love's Letter - Shae Universe, Everybody Can't Go - Benny The Butcher, Head Rush - Channel Tres, Summertime Butch - Benny The Butcher, Quantum Baby - Tinashe, Doing It For Me - Larry June, PRATTS & PAIN - Royel Otis, flight b741 - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, COYOTE - Tommy Richman, Idols & Vices: Vol 1 - Kimbra, For Crying Out Loud - FINNEAS, Leon - Leon Bridges, Glorious - GloRilla, Still Praying - Westside Gunn, Tyla - Tyla, Audio Vertigo - Elbow, WORLD WIDE WHACK - Tierra Whack, Black Yacht Rock Vol. 1: City Of Limitless Access - Pharrell Williams, Underdressed At The Symphony - Faye Webster, The Crossroads - Cordae, Petrichor - 070 Shake, Blacks & Whites - Big Hit, Hit-Boy x The Alchemist, The Book Of Clarence Soundtrack - Jeymes Samuel, ROLLERCOASTER - Cadence Weapon, BUG - Kacy Hill, Why Lawd? - NxWorries, Born In The Wild - Tems, When Angels Cry - jev., Across The Tracks - Boldy James x Conductor Williams, Memoirs in Armour - Navy Blue, The Genuine Articulate - The Alchemist

Notable EPs/Mixtapes:

Drop 7 - Little Simz, Scrapyard - Quadeca, Something Ether - Lil Yachty, ROBOPHOBIA EP - EARTHGANG, Might Delete Later - J. Cole, Slow Burn - Baby Rose x BADBADNOTGOOD, On Read EP - Dear Silas, The Pursuit - The 80s, King Of The Mischievous South Vol. 2 - Denzel Curry, Alligator Bites Never Heal - Doechii

Great Songs on Decent to Bad Albums:

"OFTEN, I HAVE THESE DREAMZ" by Kid Cudi

"Honestly" by Lil Dicky

"Doomsday" by Lyrical Lemonade x Cordae x Juice WRLD

"If We Being Real" by Yeat

"Your share of the night" by Gesaffelstein

"BANG YOUR HEAD" by Devin Malik x Schoolboy Q

"Nobody Escapes" by Mother Mother

"Fuel" by Eminem x JID

"Earwax" by Ski Mask The Slump God

"Walking In The Rain" by Toro Y Moi

[peacenfly]

kehlani's abs. ok goodnight

[albumreviewer]

Jhené Aiko — Chilombo (Deluxe) (2020)

Runtime: 1hr 32min (29 tracks)

Singles: “Triggered (Freestyle)”, “None of Your Concern”, “Pussy Fairy (OTW)”, “Happiness Over Everything (H.O.E.)”, “B.S.”

Favorite Track: “B.S.”

Notable Sample(s): “Summer 2020” samples Kool & The Gang - “Summer Madness”.

Features: Big Sean, H.E.R., Future, Miguel, Ab-Soul, Dr. Chill, Micahfonecheck, Nas, John Legend, Ty Dolla $ign, Kehlani, Mika J, Chris Brown, Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa.

Notes: Jhené Aiko’s voice remains smooth and soothing regardless of her subject matter. The calm energy of the album is unaffected by (and at times juxtaposed with) the vulgarity of the lyrics. I would consider myself a fan, and enjoyed this album. However, Chilombo is not Aiko’s best album- there is less diversity in sound, some of the features feel unnecessary, and it felt slightly bloated, due to the first reason. While it’s a good album, it’s not a good album to just sit and listen to. There’s not enough in the music to focus on, and it just ends up in the background of something else. This doesn’t change the fact that I liked the album, along with her previous ones.

Would I Recommend?

I would recommend this album for someone who wants to just chill, or use it as background music. I would, however, recommend her album Trip over it.

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 14 - Nights Like This

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summary: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT |   Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. THIS IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER. Somnophilia if you squint but there is handriding while asleep, ANGST, alcohol use.

Words: 3K-ish

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"You think I'm a fool, ain't nobody stupid I see all the signs, I see all the clues Yeah, sometimes I reminisce 'bout that shit when I'm bingin' Can't believe it's been a whole year, yeah, but On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us" -"Nights Like This" by Kehlani

It was just barely dawn when Miguel was awoken by movement and sounds next to him. He had been half-in-half-out of sleep for about an hour as he felt his sleeping girlfriend toss and turn, and when he rolled over to hold her, she wiggled her bottom against him several times, igniting the fire in his belly. 

She must be dreaming about me. Miggy thought as he heard small whines brush past her lips. They were such pretty sounds, and he couldn't help but press his hardening length against her more as she gyrated and ground against the bunched covers between her legs. 

"Please." Simone cooed, still very much in her unconscious state. It was music to Miggy's ears. He was never one for morning sex, but he would happily oblige if she were to wake up and need him to fuck her. 

More moans filled the dim room as his cock rubbed between her round buttocks. He imagined what could be playing in her head and wanted to be there. Clearly, the knotted comforter wasn't enough for her, and he wondered if he would hate her for touching her in her sleep. 

"You want me to help you?" He whispered in her ear. All he got in response was a simple but weak mhm sound, and he figured the worst that could happen was she woke up and told him to stop. 

Miguel snaked his hand down her belly and between her legs, taking the space against her clit where the blankets were. She was fucking slick, and the thought of burying his dick in her right there nearly made him finish in his boxers. "That's it, fuck that hand instead." He whispered. 

Another precious mewl echoed in his ears as she grew more wet over his fingers. He pushed himself harder into her soft ass, the friction bringing him closer to release. He imagined she dreamt about him eating her pussy, but in his mind, he was deep inside her. He wanted to flip her onto her stomach and finish her off, but he was so close. 

"Yes, keep going." She spoke sleepily. Miguel felt her abs stiffen against his forearm, and he knew she was right where she wanted to be. She continued rubbing her ass against him, and he started humping faster, wanting to meet her there as the golden sun barely shone through his blackout curtains. 

It was just as he was about to be hit with a blinding orgasm that Simone began to quake and cry out against his hand. "Fuck, Marc!" She half-howled.

Miguel's movement stopped, suddenly no longer thinking about finishing as the name that wasn't his own replayed in his brain. It sounded foreign to him, and he backed his hips away from her ass as his hard-on died down. He pulled his slick, pruney hand from between her legs, unable to understand what she just said.

He began to feel sick to his stomach as Simone stirred awake, turning her body to face him, seemingly unknowing of the events that had just occurred, with a wide grin on her face. 

Of course, Simone woke up angry over the events that transpired in her dream but was happy to wake up to Miguel. She didn't expect the look of sheer terror on his face like he had just awoken from a nightmare. His red eyes were wide, and he didn't seem the least bit happy to see her.

"You okay?" She asked with a nervous laugh. Miguel blinked at her a couple of times. 

"You were fucking him in your dream." He spoke dumbfoundedly and stone-faced. Simone's breath caught in her lungs, shocked by what he just said to her. 

"Wait, what? How do you know?" She questioned. "Can you read minds or something?" 

Her attempt to make the situation light-hearted was almost enough to push Miggy over the edge. He sat up roughly and threw the covers off of himself. 

"You talk in your sleep, apparently. I thought you were thinking about me, but boy, was I fucking wrong." He raised his voice slightly as the pads of his feet hit the hard floors. Simone didn't know what to say. Her throat felt like it was coated with peanut butter. She had to say something. 

"Miggy, I... it was a dream. I couldn't control it!" She croaked out. 

"Right. How often do you dream about that asshole?" He asked, now pacing around the room. He was heated, and Simone was anxious. 

"Only sometimes when I take my sleeping pills, babe. I promise it's not what it seems. I want you!" She exclaimed, trying her best to save this. Miguel shook his head,

"You say that, but apparently, you don't even believe that. You came and said his name." He told her, now nearly shouting. Simone looked down at her hands, embarrassed in herself. She wished she could hide but knew she had to face this head-on, even if she didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry." She said, voice barely louder than a whisper. Miguel stood, still only in his underwear, staring at her before he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"I need you to leave." He said plainly. Simone's chest felt heavy, but she knew her pain was nowhere near the magnitude of Miggy's. He no doubt felt betrayed, dream or not. "You need to figure out if you want him or me."

The time was about 6:30 in the morning, so she had enough time to go back to her place to get ready for work, knowing she wasn't welcome to freshen up here at this time. She threw on her sweatpants, grabbed her belongings, and left quietly, knowing crying or apologizing again wouldn't help.

When Simone arrived at her home sweet home, it was hard to miss the sheet of paper taped to her door that read in capitalized red letters "Eviction Notice" and a smaller explanation at the bottom, stating she had 30 days to vacate and that it was due to the destruction of property and disturbance. She would lose her deposit for damages, as well. 

Fuck, could this day get any worse? She thought as she entered the apartment. It was clear the owner of the building entered after she left and found the damages while investigating the disturbances that were no doubt reported by her neighbors. 

Though her own property had been hit the hardest, the scorch marks along the floor, walls, and ceiling were unmistakable, even if unexplainable. Due to there being no emergency calls or sign of Simone after the event, it could easily be ruled purposeful. She wouldn't be able to argue it. 

A good piece of news came when Simone arrived at her office to find her lovely new receptionist Lindsay there to greet her. 

"Good morning, Dr. Fredrick." The redhead said with a chipper, early-bird smile. "I got your coffee started already." 

"You're a saint, Linds, thank you. And call me Simone, please." Simone replied as the smell of the now slowly filling coffee pot called to her. 

"It's nothing, Doc- Simone." Lindsay quickly corrected herself. "And I got a call when I got in. Mr. Barnes is requesting his files be transferred to Dr. Jane Morris." 

Simone stopped pouring her coffee for a second, unfamiliar with the name and more concerned over why James would want to transfer. 

"Uh, yeah, we can do that. Who is this doctor?" She asked. 

"She's a psychologist in Louisiana. A pretty big deal down there. I guess he's moving?" The young woman answered as she shuffled her papers. Simone could have sighed with relief now, knowing it was just him and Sam taking that big step. 

"Oh, good for him. Remind me to call and tell him congratulations." 

The remainder of her work day was distracted but overall productive as she made it through her schedule in a breeze. Between patients, she impulsively checked her phone for something from Miguel but wasn't surprised when nothing appeared. 

Simone hung back at work for as long as she could manage, even after Lindsay went home and her office neighbors called it a day. She knew Jen was out of town and wouldn't be back for a day or so, so staying at her place wasn't an option, and she was too chicken to go back to hers for a whole night. 

In her mind, that left one option, and that option was to go to Murdock's. He had already offered some space to store her stuff until she found somewhere new, but she didn't mention staying with him when they talked about it. He still assumed she would remain with Miguel. 

The worst he can say is no. Simone thought as she gathered another overnight bag and snuck out of her place, unnoticed by prying neighbors. Then what do I do? Stay with Marc? I'd rather sleep on the subway.

It was near dark when she got to Murdock's, and she was sure he was home by now. The answer at the door after her knock confirmed it, as he opened it with his untucked and partially unbuttoned shirt, signaling he had just gotten here also. 

"Simone? You okay?" He asked, knowing it was her right away but not expecting her. 

"Not really." She sighed with a wan smile that Matt could sense but not see. He stepped aside to let her in, finding it unnecessary to ask why she was here with a backpack on. 

"I'll take the couch." He said as he followed her. 

"Really, you don't-" Simone ended up cutting herself off as she noticed the lights outside the big picture window of the apartment. She had forgotten all about that, having not been here in so long. "Right, never mind."

This garnered a chuckle from the man as she flopped down on his couch and dropped her bag to the floor. Though the thought of liquor grazing her tongue was a bit nauseating, she just wanted something to calm her nerves. "Got anything stiff to drink?" 

"Should I be concerned that you're asking?" Murdock wondered with a confused look on his face as he walked toward his kitchen with perfect muscle memory. Simone shrugged, if not for him, for herself.

"Last night was a hell of a night for all of us." She half-lied. A loud, disbelieving snicker erupted from the kitchenette area,

"That, you are correct, but normally people drink to take the edge off right after the shit goes down." He replied as he grabbed a glass bottle of brown liquid from the countertop. 

Whiskey. Christ on a skateboard. She thought as he made his way over to the couch and held the heavy bottle out to her. 

"Something happen over at Miguel's?" He asked, taking a seat on the opposite cushion and shifting the weight on the sofa. 

"Yep, just don't really know how to explain it." Simone started before her phone began ringing in her pocket. Though she hoped the caller ID would tell her it was Miggy, she was happy enough to see Jen's name pop up. Holding a finger up to Murdock in a pardon me manner, she answered. "Hey, girl." 

"Hey, Matt told me what happened with the clone robot thing. Just wanted to check on you." 

"I'm totally fine," Simone told the ambient voice before slowly turning away from Matt, who clearly wasn't buying it.

"Are you at Miguel's?" 

"Well, that was the plan, but now I'm at Murdock's." 

"Oh? What happened?" 

"Still trying to wrap my head around that. I'll tell you more tomorrow." 

"Of course. Talk to you later." 

"You too, Jen." 

Simone closed the call and immediately sank back into the soft couch, forcing air from between her lips in frustration. She didn't know what to call the issue with Miggy. 

Are we broken up? On a break? 

"How do I continuously fuck up every good thing that happens to me?" She asked aloud, not directing the question at Murdock but more to herself as she cracked the lid off the bottle and brought it to her lips. 

The liquid was room temperature and burned as it came into contact with her tongue, and she remembered how she used to like this brand. Once she forced the harty swing down, she coughed and gagged at the aftertaste. Murdock laughed at this and took the bottle from her hand,

"If you puke on my floor, you're cleaning it up." 

Between hacks, Simone somehow conquered a smile. Once she caught her breath, she was able to reply. "I know. Been a while since I've hit the bottle." 

Murdock took a drink next and handled it much better than Simone did. He knew it had been long since she drank, having been there when she had her last tequila shot before losing a taste for it. That was before he knew she was pregnant and before she decided she wouldn't get the abortion. 

It wasn't lost on Simone how much Matt had been there for her through just about everything since arriving in the city. She was used to seeking insight from who she considered one of her closest friends, having spent long nights deeply discussing religion, guilt, careers, relationships, and the like. 

"As my legal counsel, is there any way for me to not get kicked out of my place?" She asked, knowing it was a long shot.

"Jessica had a similar thing happen to her not too long ago. There's no saving it after a small, unexplainable, controlled explosion." 

"Fuck." She muttered, dreading the moving process more than anything as she took the bottle back and choked down another mouthful. 

If I can get enough of this in me, maybe I won't need the sleeping pills.

"On the bright side, you're welcome to crash here as long as you need." Murdock offered. 

This isn't gonna be one of those cheesy things where we fall in love from staying together, is it? Nope. Not a chance.

After another thirty minutes of chatting, Murdock got suited up and went out on his night watch. Once he was gone, Simone took a few more swigs of the poisonous beverage and curled up into his bed. 

The sheets were silk, and the mattress was plush. Luxurious, beyond what she ever treated herself to. Even then, it wasn't enough to knock her out right away. If it wasn't the unfamiliar surroundings that kept her awake, it had to be her mind replaying how she got here in the first place.

Stupid. Simone thought to herself. After everything. You still can't get him out of your head.

Her thoughts went from the fight with Miggy to the dream leading to the fight as her mind wandered without permission. It felt so real, and in some ways, according to Miguel, it was.

But that's all that's left—sex dreams. Otherwise, I could barely stand to be in the same room as Marc. He has to understand that. She thought. God, why would I even be having these ridiculous dreams anyway? Am I really so insatiable? 

All her questions drew several possible conclusions, but none felt right to her. She supposed the only real way to find out if she wanted Marc was to sit down and have a conversation with him, but the thought of doing that made her heart palpitate with fear. 

Not for fear of Marc, Steven, or Jake. But for fear of what might come of the conversation. Or worse, what she might do when face-to-face with her former lover. How she might feel when they genuinely open up and remove the hate goggles she keeps on for him. 

It could be a new beginning or the final nail in the coffin. Still, something in Simone didn't want either of those. The floating ambiguity of her stance towards Marc obviously bothered him and made him feel like he was in limbo. It was spiteful of her to keep him there. 

She felt he deserved it.

Miguel, on the other hand, didn't deserve it. 

While the liquor was going to Simone's head, Miguel was sitting in his office at Parker Industries, trying to distract himself from the shitshow from that morning. 

His thumb hovered over the small dial button under Simone's name and photo, admiring the smile the woman wore. He wondered if he was too harsh, letting his temper get the better of him. The truth was, he was envious of the man she had dreamt of while being inconsolably rageful over the whole incident.

Miggy couldn't help but wonder if he made a mistake opening himself up. It was a thought he hadn't had much recently as he considered Simone to be everything he wanted, even if it meant sacrificing returning home. 

If home is ever home again.��He thought as he locked his phone and swiveled his desk chair around to look out on the New York night from the high-rise office Peter set him up in what felt like ages ago now. He believed he could have considered this place home. Now he isn't so optimistic.

Time for a trip to the basement.

[maevebabyy]

maeve, can i just ask what ur music taste is like? i feel like we’re really similar LOL

OMG HI YES ANON I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MUSIC

so obviously i listen to katseye (before yall come for me i understand they’re global not kpop 😭) but other ggs would be like newjeans, lsfrm, aespa, ive. as for bgs i like txt, enha, and zb1!!!

stepping out of like global / kpop group type bands, i heavily listen to : ariana grande, keshi, the poles, w2e, pryvt, beabadoobee, billie eillish, pheobe bridgers, gracie abrams, conan gray, adrienne lenker, lizzy mcalpine

for more like rap and rnb (i listen to this less than the others) : sza, kehlani, her, summer walker, the weeknd, pnb rock, drake, kendrick lamar (I DIDNT TAKE ANY SIDES 😭😭😭), playboi carti, lil uzi vert, travis scott

THEN FINALLY I GOT MY OLD BUT GOLD ARTISTS : beyonce (but like fr but just in case Thank u beyonce 💜), mariah carey, keyshia cole, alicia keys, aaliyah, ms lauryn hill, tlc and sade…

i could go on fr anon but i’m kinda embarrassed this turned out so long 😭😭 if u know me irl u know i dont play ab my aux

[moremaybank]

i can’t wait for the kehlani drop like i’m ab to go FERALLLL

[maximuswolf]

just heard kehlani by jordan adetunji

just heard kehlani by jordan adetunji i heard this song a few hours ago and damn it makes me feel so high idk if this is underrated or its just me who didnt know ab this song but wow if ur someone who loves songs which makes u feel high then this is def a good one. Submitted June 09, 2024 at 06:16AM by sorryycant https://ift.tt/CpildxZ via /r/Music

[biglisbonnews]

Kembe X Encourages You To 'Love Dangerous' Los Angeles by way of Chicago rapper Kembe X has always embodied his truth, even if it meant diving into the uncomfortable. From an enigmatic fixture in his hometown's underground to a far-reaching musician, he always looked inward for inspiration when all else failed. After a cathartic conversation with Kehlani led to a years-long hiatus, Kembe returned in full force in 2019 with the release of I Was Depressed When I Made This, a soulful, hungry reintroduction into an environment he never knew he'd return to. Since then, the bright-eyed Kembe has steadily churned out singles that twist and turn into every crevice of his creativity, collaborating with the likes of Ab-Soul, Denzel Curry and Guapdad 4000. When doing something so much begins to feel like a chore, the young rapper made the wise decision to step back and return with a reinvigorated love in his heart. He enters 2023 with the release of "Love Dangerous," which he premieres today on PAPER. Grappling with an uneasy awareness of his mortality and the acceptance that he free-falls into love, Kembe's autotuned croon and deep-voiced raps float over guitars and hi-hats, a simple backdrop for his immersive, vulnerable storytelling. The accompanying Cordell Jomha-directed video unfolds like a short film, shot mostly from the perspective of the passenger seat as Kembe travels throughout the city where all eyes are on him, or are they?Below, watch the PAPER premiere of "Love Dangerous" and keep reading for an exclusive interview with Kembe about the track.Walk me through the recording session for the track.So we were at Opi's studio, I think Reason had just got done with his session up there. I want to say it was Casper on the bass, Wolf on the guitar, AC and Opi on the drums. I think the song started with Casper's bass line and Wolf's guitar and I pretty much just went as soon as that got laid down, like before any drums got laid. I went into the booth and started recording pretty much line by line. I think I was on mushrooms at the time too. So I was feeling very, very wavy. I was in the booth leaning on the glass window and shit, like just super feeling myself. It started off with, “I love way too hard, love way too much." That's how the production came about.Were you in the room together or did you have the beat first?We were all in the room together when they were making it. I think around that time, Casper was pulling up like every Friday or something, and we would just jam out. He would just be playing the bass for an hour and we’d be talking. And then whenever he was playing and we were really stuck, Wolf would get in with either the guitar, piano or some shit. I'm the kind of person where half the songs that I make I'm there when the beat is getting made and I have an idea for it before the beat is even close to being done. There was no drums on it or anything by the time I had the whole hook.I take it that you're very involved with the production of your music.I'm usually very involved with the production of my music but I'm not always involved. I will sometimes just get beats from someone like Kal, and however that beat comes is usually how the song ends up unless Kal has anything he wants to do. With Wolf especially, things that he produced are super hands-on and deconstructive where we might start the song with just music and no drums. We love doing that. And then we'll try certain drums, different hooks and different bridge ideas. We'll change the beat entirely! We're very open-minded and you know we follow the music wherever it takes us.Let's get into the video for "Love Dangerous." Who did you work with?This video was directed by Cordell, James Mackell and Moosa. We kinda just draw inspiration from different clips and the idea was it was gonna be a part two to another Bonnie and Clyde-style video that we still have in the works. It was an idea that got presented to me and I was fucking with it, I checked it out and was like, let's do it. Would you also say you're hands-on with that side of the process?With visuals, I'm becoming more and more involved as the cycles come around. Sometimes there's videos I do with no help and no budget. I just link up with the homies! For example, the "Cozy Forever" music video was just me and Luis aka Voyager. That was just run and gun. I sat up for 20 hours with him editing that together. There's also a time where Moosa will pick someone's pitch and I'll just greenlight it and we'll go from there. With ["Love Dangerous"], it was more so the storyline without spoiling or over-explaining it. Just little details like what clips and what shots should go in what order, what time certain things should be revealed and things of that nature.Without over-explaining it, what is the story behind the video?The video is about the worst-case scenario of vulnerability. Like when you open yourself up, you know there's a risk that this could go wrong, It's not to promote paranoia, but I do resonate with that feeling a lot: a fear that something is gonna go wrong.As your visuals continue to evolve, do you see yourself becoming a director?It's tough because I definitely like visual content so I can see myself dabbling in that world. I wouldn't say that I have ambitions to do that.What does it mean to "Love Dangerous?"It's pretty self-explanatory. At the time that I made the song, I was going through a breakup. Whenever you find yourself spending time alone, you start noticing more shit about yourself. I had a completely different perspective on myself and I realized how reckless I was 'cause I've definitely calmed down a lot since then. I'm the kind of person that sometimes gets overly wild. It's not apparent when you get to know me but some people, based on meeting me once or twice, would think I'm way more turnt up than I really am. I think people who are reserved have a side of them that is very over the top and people who are very over the top have a side of them that is reserved. I'm more the former than the latter.It feels like you got very vulnerable on this record. Is it inspired by an experience or just a general feeling?It's a combination of both. That's a keen observation 'cause it's definitely a time in my life where I was feeling vulnerable and I was embracing all of the scary shit that comes with vulnerability. That's the theme of the song! It's to be open to embracing everything that comes with vulnerability, the good and the bad. In a sense, the mission of my music is to be as vulnerable as I can so that the art always has meaning and to promote an ethos of vulnerability, openness and love.You can stream "Love Dangerous" on your preferred platform here. Photo courtesy of Jade Brown https://www.papermag.com/kembe-x-love-dangerous-2659369477.html