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kumkaniudaku · 2 months ago

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Stay A While (5)

Summary: Terry and Patrice enjoy each other with the promise of bright future.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 4.9k

Part: 5 of 5

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW

A/N: Thanks so much for joining me on this ride. I hope the journey turns out to be worth it.

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four.

“Uh, my name is Terry, I’m from North Carolina, and I wanna dedicate this one to my lady over there in the orange dress. You look good, girl.”

“Oh no.”

“Sing your song, baby!”

A mix of encouragement and admiration at Terry’s public display of affection rang out in a poorly lit karaoke bar in the French Quarter. Liquor, good food, and good people were the perfect mix for a good time with the vestiges of Summer break rapidly slipping away. Terry stood on stage with a goofy grin and low eyes, pointing everyone toward his favorite audience member.

Patrice had never been so embarrassed in her life. When she’d dared him to do something crazy on the last night of their spontaneous vacation, she thought he’d finally get that tattoo of her name on his ribs like he promised way back when. Singing in front of a crowd of rowdy strangers wasn’t on her bingo card.

Her hands covered her mouth to muffle her near-uncontrollable laughter.

Terry couldn’t sing. At least not well enough to give a tipsy rendition of Patrice’s favorite Usher record. She still remembered forcing Terry to listen to Raymond v. Raymond over and over again in her cramped bedroom, many times not getting past Track 3 without gushing over how she hoped to marry the R&B heartthrob one day. Terry secretly carried a deep disdain for Usher up until his mid-20s, but couldn’t dodge the memories any time “There Goes My Baby” would play and take him right back to that cramped bedroom with his dream girl.

He started just as Patrice expected. Though he knew the words like the back of his hand, his pitchy tenor was a far cry from the vocals needed to properly serenade an audience. He didn’t care though. As long as he could pull a belly laugh from Patrice he’d make a fool of himself in public every time.

Between the second verse and bridge, Terry decided to take his antics up a notch. He abandoned the stage to make a beeline for Patrice with the mic in hand for a personal show. She was sure to play into the bit with playful hoops and fake screams between giggles. When he was close enough to touch, she pretended to fangirl like she was front row at one of Usher’s Vegas shows.

“Baby, lovin’ you feels better than everything, anything. Put it on my heart, you gon’ get a ring,” he sang, spontaneously remixing the lyrics so far off-key that, if not for the levity of the ordeal, he’d surely offend every music lover in a 50-mile radius. “And I promise, our time away didn’t change my love.”

Completely enamored with the absurdity of the moment, Patrice ran her fingertips across Terry’s abdomen underneath his shirt like a crazed fan and winked. Terry acknowledged the dangerous line she was toeing by flashing her a flirtatious grin to match the seductive sparkle in his eyes.

Their connection overrode Terry’s awful singing performance enough for the crowd to show support through an assortment of cheers and supportive hollers only a city full of spirited Black people could provide.

Always the perfect gentleman, Terry bid Patrice farewell for a moment with a peck on the cheek before returning to the stage to cap a truly unexpected performance and receive thunderous applause.

“Oooo-weee. That’s your man, love? I’m talking official official?” The middle-aged tourist’s question and her thick accent interrupted Patrice’s daydreaming while she watched Terry’s every move with part of her bottom lip caught by her top row of teeth.

“Yeah,” she answered, finally tearing her gaze away to acknowledge the woman while fiddling with the opal necklace he’d gifted her at dinner. It was the necklace symbolizing their first real date and the end of their friends only arrangement. “That’s him. Ain’t he somethin’?”

“Somethin’ ain’t the word. I might need to head on up to North Carolina and get me one of them. My God today!”

“He’s got a cute little single friend out in Percyville if you down with our Asian brothers. Former Marine too.”

“You got a picture?”

The two women fell into conversation about Ken’s availability while Patrice waited for Terry to rejoin her side. He soon returned with two shots of tequila in hand and a smile fighting to be freed from behind his poker face.

“What was that about,” he asked, nodding at the woman who’d begun to show her friends photos of her potential beau as he placed a shot in front of Patrice.

“Might’ve gotten Ken somebody to take him out of the streets. You know he like ‘em thick and fine.”

“I taught my boy a few things.” He used the hand closest to Patrice to breach the split in her dress and grip her inner thigh. He maintained contact, waiting for her to get shy and shoo him away.

But she didn’t. She met his show of dominance with one of her own and crossed her legs to keep him in place, keeping him close to the pulse at her center. Two could play the secret foreplay game.

“What’s that about,” she asked, pointing at his gift of top-shelf reposado and ignoring the flutter in her stomach once he began rubbing slow circles on the top of her thigh with his thumb.

He smirked. “A little something to toast with.”

“Oooh. What’re we celebrating?”

“Being free, being together, and…” He lifted his shot glass, prompting Patrice to follow suit.

“And what, TJ! C’mon!”

“And…I got the job.” He followed his surprise by taking his shot, finishing with a quiet laugh while watching Patrice sit in unblinking shock. He squeezed her thigh again. “Don’t let me drink alone now. Bottoms up.”

Shock gave way to a soft squeal and tiny, animated hand claps before Patrice took her gulp of tequila. Excitement had her rushing to swallow so that she could pull Terry into a series of quick kisses across his face.

“I’m proud of you,” she complimented against his lips. “Tell me about it.”

She stole another kiss to taste the remnants of buffalo sauce and alcohol on Terry’s tongue. He let her explore uninhibited until she’d had enough. If she wanted to put on a show, he’d be a willing participant. Even more so in the privacy of the Airbnb that belonged them to until sunrise.

The sexual tension had reached a tipping point and the clock was ticking. Images of her body beneath his were starting to be the only thoughts Terry could concoct.

Terry’s face was completely flushed, usually even caramel skin now red from lust and one too many drinks. A slow, tipsy grin put all his teeth on display before he ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

“We can talk about that later. Can we get out of here right now, though.”

“Yeah? Why?”

Patrice assumed they were having a good time with at least one more stop on their self-guided nightlife tour. His eagerness to abandon plans was uncharacteristic.

Terry continued to smile then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I really wanna make you cum tonight. You been waiting too long.”

A shiver hit Patrice’s spine as she tried to maintain some level of composure in a room full of people. Terry easily pushed her thighs open to free his hand, being sure to brush against her lower lips with the tips of his fingers.

Terry didn’t need to speak when he stood to pull her chair back from the table. Patrice allowed him to tug her to her feet and out of the bar, waving goodbye to her new friend who gave her a congratulatory thumbs up.

However, any morsel of confidence she had while they made out like teenagers in the backseat of a taxi had waned once they reached their dwelling for the night and the reality of their situation set in.

Their first time together was her first time. She was young with too many influences in her ear telling her that the only way to make a man love her was through her body. No matter how many times Terry assured her that they could spend that truly imporable hour of alone time in her hotel room catching up, she insisted that they test the boundaries of their affection.

Now, with history repeating itself, she couldn’t help but feel a deep pit of nervousness and uncertainty growing in her belly.

Patrice stood in the bathroom mirror, tussling with her hair that had gone from pressed roots to a mess of frizz and curled ends. She suddenly hated the way her cotton slip dress fit and how the lace bra and panty set seemed to bunch in all the wrong places. The only thing she wanted to do was look like the woman of his dreams, but her confidence was waning with every second she spent judging her appearance while Terry waited patiently in the bedroom. Frustration was building and bringing the sting of fresh tears to her eyes.

On the other side of the door, Terry spent his time adjusting and readjusting the pillows on the bed. His bare back and shoulders glistened under the soft, warm light emanating from the floor lamp across the room, partially from the heat, but mostly from sheer nervousness.

“What the fuck are you doing,” he whispered to himself, suddenly embarrassed.

Terry forced himself to take a seat at the edge of the bed to calm his nerves. The last time he’d been on the brink of having her in this way, he was a young man with no clue how to love a woman. Now, all he wanted to do was prove that he’d earn every morsel of her trust back if she let him.

He never told Patrice that their first time was his first time. He was scared out of his mind, wanting to give in to his fantasies but afraid to send the wrong impression. The memory of that summer afternoon never left him. But, it was time to start anew with a title and the promise of a different result on the horizon.

Taking a deep breath, Terry wiped his sweaty palms against the soft fabric of his briefs and sighed.

“You okay in there,” he called out, concerned as the minutes ticked by with no communication. “I don’t wanna rush you. Just checking in. Tell me to leave you alone if I’m doing too much.”

“I’m okay. One second. I’m fixin’ my hair.”

“Take your time. I’m sure you look…”

The soft sound of the door opening stopped Terry mid-sentence. Patrice stepped out, one foot in front of the other, until she was past the threshold and under his doting gaze.

“...gorgeous,” he finished, the word coming out in one breath. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Treece.”

Patrice had decided on a bun on top of her head with tendrils in the front and back that couldn’t quite reach the rest of her hair. She’d traded her light makeup for a bare face still glowing from her nighttime skin routine. Her slip dress clung and dipped in all the right places without the lace from her lingerie interrupting the smooth fabric. She looked at him through long lashes, her expression reading as the same timid girl from all those years ago.

Terry stood to his full height in reverence of her breathtaking form. The most skilled artists and creators from around the world couldn’t have dreamt of a more captivating marvel in his opinion. She was the pinnacle of beauty.

Patrice watched him draw closer, her head slowly tilting up as he began to dwarf her with his stature. He reached out to trace her jaw before lightly gripping her chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.”

Goofy smiles and giggles followed their awkward introduction to ease the anxious energy in the room.

“Is Terrence James Richmond nervous behind little ol’ me,” she teased with a tickle to his sides.

“I got a few butterflies, I’m not gon’ lie,” he laughed. “Just wanna make you happy, is all.”

“I was gonna say the same to you.”

“You have no idea how happy you make me.”

His voice came in just above a whisper, nearly drowned out by the chirping of crickets outside.

Their noses brushed against each other as Patrice stood on her tip-toes to rest her arms around his neck. Her fingers traced circles at his nape, making the hair all over his body stand at attention.

A tentative peck connected their lips and gave way to more needy, hungry kisses that transformed them into eager teenagers making out for the thrill of physical contact.

Euphoria wasn’t enough to explain Terry’s headspace. He was high off every kiss, lick, and bite Patrice allowed. He couldn’t get close enough. It wasn’t sufficient to pull her closer with a firm grasp on her ass. He needed to taste her, to be consumed by her, to consume her in every way possible.

“Put me to work. Tell me what you need,” he whispered, breathless as blood began to rush south from the slight pain of Patrice’s fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

“You. Fold me, bend me, flip me, I don’t care. I just need you.”

Patrice was far beyond playing coy. She’d drop to her knees and beg at his feet if he asked. Whatever she had to do to feel him from the inside was on the table.

Terry didn’t make Patrice go to extremes for his affection. He preferred to acknowledge her request by carefully sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders and arms.

He watched her skin become more and more exposed with intense focus, taking note of the way her nipples seemed to salute him once they met the bedroom air. He acknowledged both of them with a soft caress that earned a whimper from Patrice as she watched him handle her with care.

Never in her life had been methodically unwrapped like a present on Christmas morning. Her heartbeat had gone below her waist, throbbing in an almost painful cry for her lover’s attention. Terry kept her yearning at bay with a slow kiss while he pushed her garment past her hips and to the floor.

Patrice disrobed him with an equal measure of care, offering quick kisses across the expanse of his chest while she slid her hand past his Calvin Klein waistband. Round, doe eyes looked back up at him to catch the precise moment when Terry’s eyelids blinked closed from the sensation of her fingertips brushing past his sensitive tip.

Her soft palms worked his shaft - up and down, up and down - until his member was proud and bobbing from the weight of itself without something keeping it at bay.

Fearing what might happen if he let her continue, Terry pulled her back to his body for sensual openmouthed kisses on her full lips. The soft smack of their lips and tongues created perfect harmonies in the still room, communicating more desire than either of them could effectively vocalize.

The intensity began to rise at exponential rates, sending them in a clumsy frenzy to the bed for somewhere stable to fully experience one another. Terry’s back hit the cool cotton sheets first with Patrice collapsing on top with a surprised yelp that made them both laugh.

“Don’t fight it,” Terry instructed, pushing a stray piece of hair from her face while he stared up at her lovingly. “Let go. I got you.”

His reassurance made her heart do a backflip on the way to its new home between her legs. She needed him in the worst way.

Terry leaned up to kiss her lips once, twice, and once more to linger. His fingertips traced a blazing path from her waist to the bottom of her ass to partially push her forward in a silent plea to kiss her where he missed her most.

“Let me taste you. Is that okay?”

Something about the way he asked for permission with eyes those stormy eyes robbed Patrice of her ability to respond with words. He prompted her to move forward again with a soft tap on her backside, finally convincing her to lift her hips and scoot toward his face.

Cautiously, she hovered above his mouth with thick thighs flanking either side of his head.

He moved slow with sweet kisses and lazy licks to mix spit with her wetness in a one-sided love song to his favorite girl. He was effortlessly sexy, combining broad strokes of his tongue between her lips with expertly timed sucks at her clit to elicit filthy words that fueled his best oral performance yet.

He ignored every plea for mercy and her cries for a break to compose herself. There was only one objective. Two if he were lucky to push her into a water show for the ages.

Animalistic instinct had them trading moans in time with each other, fully in throws of passion. Every grind against his nose and call of his name made Terry want to show her the full extent of his skill.

His face glistened beneath her with his eyes still low but open enough to get the full visual of her undoing.

“Terry, that is - oh…shit.”

Full sentences became senseless babble as she clamped her eyes shut to brace for that familiar feeling pooling in the pit of her belly. Patrice struggled to maintain focus on herself while Terry enjoyed his new favorite meal.

The velvety smoothness of his tongue took broad passes from her entrance to her clit, stopping every so often to chase wetness that had escaped to her thighs. He wanted every drop and then some.

His moans and groans as he feasted vibrated against her most sensitive spots, turning her mind into television static. Seeing her unravel with every soft suckle at her clit and agonizingly slow, broad lick across her swollen lips drove him to near-obsessive levels of lust.

Her chest heaved in a fight to keep her heart rate level as his efforts to make her cum for the first time became more targeted.

“Fuck, baby” she moaned, finally taking a look down to watch the master in his element. “Look at you. You gon’ make me cum, huh?”

Terry seemed to smile at her admiration. If he could get her to talk back, her eventual undoing when all was said and done would be that much more satisfying.

Taking her challenge, he began to push her to her limit. She was putty in his mouth as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, soft sucking turning into a talented tongue making moans devolve into nonsensical utterings until she was squirming for release while his arms kept her locked in place for a wild ride.

Almost there. Almost there. Then a brief pause to start from the top. More lazy passes and passionate kisses to rev her up to the point of delirium and practically screaming to finish.

Just when she thought she may have to threaten him on the third revolution of his torture, he delivered on his promise from the bar.

Colors emitted smells. Sounds became vivid pictures across her eyes. She could taste the stars as she erupted in a way she’d never done before. The prickle of his facial hair on sensitive skin felt like shockwaves on her skin.

“Oh fuuuuck! Yesyesyes!”

Her hips jerked without her permission, taking Terry’s face on the ride of his life. He kept up through it all with no objections. If death came from her thighs cutting him off from the oxygen needed to breathe he’d wear death like a badge of honor in the afterlife.

Another string of expletives fell from her lips in tandem with Terry’s muffled groan as she gripped the sheets below her for dear life. This was Heaven. She was sure of it.

Terry took one last deep inhale with his nose pressed against her pussy before kissing along the warm skin of Patrice’s inner thigh while she came down. She caressed what she could reach of his head in appreciation and beckoned him to release his suction on her pussy.

She rushed to get back to his lips to taste herself on his mouth and he welcomed her with open arms.

Kissing. Grinding. Skin-to-skin friction. None of it was enough for Terry. He desperately needed to be inside her to satisfy the near-painful stiffness he was experiencing.

His attempt to flip Patrice on her back was futile once she pressed her weight into his legs to keep him in place. He roughly nipped at her shoulder before trying again with the same result.

“C’mon,” he pleaded, almost begging for the go-ahead to fill her to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Still, she denied him pleasure. Patrice shifted to straddle his waist, slowly dragging her hands up and down his torso while his stomach clenched from the warmth of her core on his body.

“Lay back,” she breathed out, partially lifting her hips to reposition herself on top of his length. He hissed at the sensation of her gingerly dragging her wet, warm entrance against his shaft. “I’mma handle this one. Relax, baby.”

If there was a thought to be had, Terry couldn’t piece it together to save his life once Patrice completely enveloped him inside her slick walls. His jaw tightened then fell slack once she began to work her magic. A slow bounce and grind combination in his lap kept her breast rolling in a lewd show with Terry as the lucky winner of a front row ticket.

Patrice kept her head thrown back like a cowgirl, feeling perspiration gather on her forehead while he gave him all she had. His hands giving her firm smacks on the hip and ass acted as a round of applause each time she buried him deep and pulled back up with expert precision.

Her right hand slid from its spot on his chest to his throat for a barely there squeeze just as a quiet gasp made her aware of another incoming orgasm.

The feel of her thumb gripping his esophagus made Terry expel a sound that he wasn’t aware he could make, somewhere between a whimper and a growl awakening each of his senses.

The sight brought him the beautiful visual of her eyes shut tightly in concentration while she glowed like a heavenly body from the lamp’s light. Her hair had slipped out of its bun, leaving a lion’s mane of coils to toss wildly in the wind.

Smell brought with it the earthy scent of sweat and the lingering musk of her pussy. A smell that could awaken a deep longing in him in even the direst circumstances. If he could bottle it and wear it as fragrance, he’d do so proudly just to have her with him at all times.

Hearing pulled in the sound of their skin slapping together in time with the intermingling moans in the room. He’d never been so loud before, so unabashedly in the moment with another woman. He cursed, called her name, and praised her with equal ferocity.

Touch was satisfied by the handful of ass he used to ease the stress on her thighs while she bucked wilder than ever before.

Something akin to a growl erupted from his throat as he strained to hold back release. “You doing so good for me, baby. You know I love you right?”

“Yes!” she cried out, hips starting to sputter out of control with Terry gently stretching her on every stroke.

He wrapped his arms around her waist tighter as he fucked into her in search of their shared release. She sagged forward for the ride, her brain turning into mush while her mouth hung open with no sounds.

“Good.” His voice came through clenched teeth. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

She put up no resistance as he paused his pounding to flip her onto her back with a dancer's grace. Having her laid out beneath him, body open, leaking, and waiting for him was as exciting as the first time. He was reinvigorated. Any onset of sore muscles and tired hips was gone the moment she keened for his attention.

Terry’s eyes were blown wide with excitement while he decided where to put his mouth first. He quickly settled on one of her legs, slowly lifting it by the ankle to lick and kiss the birthmark by her Achilles. His tongue traced an invisible map past her heel, to her pedicured toes, and back to her calf before closing his lips to cap his display of affection. He propped the leg on his shoulder and then pressed forward to bring his chest down over hers.

Patrice’s small mewls from the burning in her hamstrings became caught in Terry’s mouth as searched her mouth with sloppy enthusiasm. Her whining grew louder still once his tip pressed past her entrance.

“You can take it,” he affirmed, pushing deeper. “I know you can. I’m so proud of you.”

Affirmations and appreciative pecks across her face overrode aching muscles. She wanted, needed, to please him.

They released content sighs in tandem once they were pelvis to pelvis. A snug fit made every long stroke intoxicating as Terry set an even pace.

The repeated squeak of the bed added to their symphony of sounds growing more rabid by the second. They were off to the races on the way to an explosive finish line.

Terry was relentless as he kept her in place for a proper and precise fuck that reached all the way to her heart. She’d begun thinking up baby names and nursery themes when he split his attention between earth-shattering penetration and the addition of his thoughtful stimulation of her clit to cover all bases. She was just along for the ride and hoping that she could keep her volume at a reasonable level when the inevitable took over.

Patrice was the first to cum just as Terry intended. Her back arched off the bed in near levitation while she called his full name and the Lord’s to the ceiling.

“That’s what I like, beautiful. Give me everything.”

He smiled down at his work, obsessed with the sight and sounds of her much-deserved orgasm. She couldn’t hold back if she wanted to. Wetness coated both of them as her hips circled to feel him fill her to the brim while a rush of endorphins flowed through her nervous system.

At the crest of her wave is where he came undone.

The involuntary clinching sent Terry into a tailspin of frenetic strokes and broken sentences with his face tucked firmly into Patrice’s neck. She comforted him through it all, speaking directly into the shell of his ear and punctuating every few words with a soft kiss.

“I wanna do this for the rest of our lives. Don’t you want that, baby?” Terry forwent a verbal answer in favor of a short grunt as his pace became erratic. “Fill me up. Let’s try for that son you used to tell me about.”

“Fuck, Treece.”

“Maybe we’ll name him after you. He’ll have my eyes and your smile, hm. Think you can do that for me tonight. I know you wanna cum. Do it for me, baby. Go ahead.”

The magic words. He came with a gruff groan and a slew of profane words that would otherwise be offensive to any outside of the bubble they’d created in those walls. His toes cramped, eyelids clamped shut, and ears rang while every breath came out shaky and labored. Patrice joined him throughout the ride until he returned to the Earth’s atmosphere.

Neither of them moved, preferring to hear the other’s steady in and out while their chests rose and fell together.

“One year,” Terry started, keeping his attention focused on bringing Patrice’s ring finger to his lips as he lay on her chest.

She paused the imaginary circles she was drawing on his shoulders and looked down at him. “One year what?”

“Gimme a year and you’ll be coming down the aisle or standing in front of the judge, whichever one you want. Where you wanna honeymoon?”

“Mmm, how about Puerto Rico?”

“Done. Summer wedding?”

“Early fall.”

“10-4.”

“Yeah,” Patrice questioned, giggling. “And what else? What’s next?”

“Making our parents grandparents, hopefully. I’m trynna be an honest man. Take me out the streets, please!”

Patrice’s cackle at Terry’s antic invited him to join at full volume. “An honest man, huh? I can do that for you. I’ll make an honest man out of Terrence Richmond, no problem. It’s the least I could do.”

“Mhmm.” Regaining some strength in his body, Terry kissed his way from her chest to her mouth, only stopping when he had her arching into him for more contact. He spoke with his nose pressed to hers. “Patrice Nicole Richmond. Sounds good, right?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Terry hummed his approval, preferring to get back to the worship he had planned from the moment they set off to New Orleans.

Every second in their lives, together and apart, had brought them to a new beginning that neither of them could’ve imagined. If tonight was day one of forever, they vowed before each other and God to make it glorious one day at a time.

Terry had lost a lot. Money, family, himself. But under the white glow of a full moon and the touch of the one he cherished most, he’d gained so much more. Something he’d been searching for without the word to call it by its name until he got back to her front step one afternoon.

Love.

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santanasaintmendes · 4 months ago

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singapore lovin’ had me a blast

part2! to the cosmic girl records

¡Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: going to Singapore to support your boyfriend, stealing Alex’s girlfriend and beefing with lando, nothing’s changed really

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

fc!: gorgeous girls and couples on pinterest all credits go to rightful owners of the photos used below

a/n: also the timeline and the whole universe in what these smau’s are based in are very different to irl, ollie’s in f1 already and he drives for ferrari, lewis is still in mercedes because it made more sense kind of? I’ll fill in the gaps as we go lol

disclaimer!: there may be some sensitive jokes that may be hurtful to some people, they are all there just for the humour and to make the story more enjoyable, please don’t come after me 😭

also i’m sorry for the english and french slander against lando and pierre it’s purely for humour😔 please don’t take the comments to heart

a/n: the lovely @yawn-zi gave me the courage to post the second part to the cosmic girl records, i hope you didn’t get in trouble for laughing during portuguese class! and a big thank you to @nichmeddarso who rebloged part1 with all those tags it was greatly appreciated!

here you go, enjoy!

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unfortunatelyy/n: next stop, Singapore! btw, the sunset was a paid actor ❤️

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landonorris: for anyone who asks, it was traumatising sitting next to the two of them on the flight

unfortunatelyy/n: so bitter damn

landonorris: BECAUSE WE MISSED OUR PLANE

unfortunatelyy/n: NOT MY FAULT

landonorris: IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY YOUR FAULT

unfortunatelyy/n: OKAY I’M SORRY I LEFT MY PASSPORT IN THE TAXI BUT STILL

landonorris: mhm, sure

unfortunatelyy/n: “mHm sUrE” 🇬🇧🤓☕

landonorris: DIE.

user1: NAH SHE DID HIM SO DIRTY

user7: always count on y/n to keep an aesthetically pleasing instagram page

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olliebearman: you wouldn’t be able to guess how many times she made me retake that first pic

landonorris: i can 🙄

unfortunatelyy/n: BOTH OF YOU SHUSH

user2: does she actually have a job or does she just follow ollie around 😐

user3: yes she has a job???

user4: it's called taking a vacation, google it?

lilymhe: can’t wait to see you soon bb 🥰

alex_albon: you have a boyfriend???? me??

unfortunatelyy/n: @alex_albon stop being so delusional you sound crazy

alex_albon: @lilymhe are you really going to let her bully me 😰

lilymhe: . . .

alex_albon: 😦

unfortunatelyy/n: the man was too stunned to speak ��

alex_albon: 🖕

user5: it’s not a y/n insta post without y/n and lily terrorising alex in the comments section

user6: and y/n and lando bickering like the 5 year olds that they are

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unfortunatelyy/n: some sightseeing and exploring before the weekend with my wifey and . . . boyfriend?

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user1: Ollie’s officially the third wheel now 😔

user11: a moment of silence for another fallen soldier 🫡

user2: HELP THE FIRST AND SECOND PIC HAVE ME ROLLING ON THE GROUND

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lilymhe: loved exploring with you. . . and your friend Steve!

user3: HELP

unfortunatelyy/n: it’s okay! he won’t be a problem after this weekend 😃

olliebearman: 😦

user4: homie’s traumatised

alex_albon: . . . it’s okay really. I’m fine. I’m fine.

user5: not alex going through all 5 stages of grief

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user6: I can’t tell which one he’s up to

user5: . . . neither can i.

user7: she’s STUNNING, Ollie better sleep with one eye open tonight

olliebearman: 😰

user8: ollie on any of y/n’s insta posts after reading the comments: 😮😰😔

user10: literally anyone really 😭

alex_albon: @charles_leclerc @georgerussell64 when does it end 😭 please, i’m a desperate man

georgerussell64: we lied 😔

charles_leclerc: it never does.

user9: where’s lando, it’s not a y/n post without him commenting something absurd

landonorris: i have been summoned.

user9: WHAT DID I DO 😰

landonorris: oh so now you have a boyfriend AND a wife? 🤨

unfortunatelyy/n: i thought i could finally post something without you attacking me in my comments section. I WAS WRONG.

landonorris: 🤷‍♂️

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unfortunatelyy/n: as long as i'm with you, I've got a smile on my face

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olliebearman: ❤️

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user3: couple goals fr

user5: THE FIRST PIC I CAN’T DECIDE WHO DO WE THINK WON GUYS

user6: y/n, duh.

olliebearman: unfortunately, that is correct 😔

unfortunatelyy/n: that’s me flipping off lando in the distance in the second pic by the way

landonorris: i should be getting paid for taking all these yucky photos of you guys and this is how you repay me?

unfortunatelyy/n: guys what do we think? Has being single finally hit him?

landonorris: that’s it, i’ve had enough, i’m releasing THE video

unfortunatelyy/n: OH YOU WOULDN’T DARE

landonorris: oh yes I would, watch me.

user1: HELP WHAT ARE THE CHILDREN TALKING ABOUT

user9: IDK BUT I CAN’T TELL IF THEY’RE JOKING OR NOT

user10: this turned into a war zone so quickly

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unfortunatelyy/n: and due to personal reasons, a human by the name of Lando Norris shan't be getting mentioned in any future posts, so enjoy ✨

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user1: SHE DID NOT HOLD BACK

user2: he’s such an icon fr

user3: he’s never beating the babygirl allegations after this i'm afraid 😔

user4: “thank you y/n” they all said in unison

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landonorris: I SAID I WAS SORRY LIKE 50 TIMES WHAT MORE DO U WANT

unfortunatelyy/n: i only accept apologies in cash

landonorris: well damn no apology for you then

unfortunatelyy/n: YOU’RE LITERALLY A MILLIONAIRE??? |

landonorris: and your point?

unfortunatelyy/n: i hope you accidentally get a fish burger next time you go for takeout

user10: oop she really went there

unfortunatelyy/n: and i hope you realise after it’s too late

landonorris: GASP. HOW DARE YOU

unfortunatelyy/n: 😃

carlossainz55: *saves photos to camera roll

landonorris: wow.

carlossainz55: for memories, you know?

landonorris: “fOr mEmOriEs yOu kNoW?” SHUT UP YOU MUPPET, YOU’RE REALLY NO HELP YOU KNOW

carlossainz55: so aggressive geez

user5: lando’s fighting for his life in the comments section

pierregasly: lando in the third pic: UWU

landonorris: I- SHUT UP YOU FRENCH HO HO HO BAGUETTE BABY MAN

user8: absolutely violated

unfortunatelyy/n: i’ve sworn to secrecy but since SOMEONE CAN’T KEEP A SECRET, i guess I can’t too. The second pic is me when i forced lando to cook fish for me, hence the disgusted face. it’s safe to say he did not talk to me for 6 months straight after

user6: Y/N, professional exposer

landonorris: HOW COULD YOU, YOU PINKY SWEARED I HATE YOU

carlossainz55: @unfortunatelyy/n: teach me your ways 🙏

unfortunatelyy/n: a magician never reveals their secrets, but i’m no magician so sure

user 7: HELP STOP EXPOSING LANDO

unfortunatelyy/n: never 😤

landonorris: 😭

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unfortunatelyy/n: always and forever proud of you 🐻

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olliebearman: oh so that’s why you wanted that photo ☹️

unfortunatelyy/n: sorry love! ❤️

user1: as i clicked into the notification, i thought “at last, a normal sensible post from y/n” i have never been more wrong, WHAT IS THAT SECOND PHOTO Y/N

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user2: a relationship like theirs, it's a need not a want

user3: from spilling pasta on her to becoming her man, talk about upgrades 😌

kimi.antonelli: @unfortunatelyy/n what about the photo I sent for your post

olliebearman: WHAT PHOTO

kimi.antonelli: . . . there’s no photo i have no idea what you’re talking about there’s no photo ahaha

arthur_leclerc: @unfortunatelyy/n what about MY photo of Ollie

dinobeganovic_: @unfortunatelyy/n and mine?

maya_weug: @unfortunatelyy/n mine?

olliebearman: Y/N ANSWER THEM WHAT PHOTOS

unfortunatelyy/n: . . . there’s no photos are you crazy ahahah

user4: the gaslighting goes hard 😭

a/n: thank you everyone for the love that part 1 got! I really appreciated all the likes and reblogs that the post got, i hope you enjoyed part 2 to the cosmic girl records universe. This part was a bit shorter than the first and I have 3 more parts that i’m working on that should be out soon. Thank you and bye for now! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

also should i make a tag list for the series? 🤔

#f1 #f2 #olliebearman x reader #lando norris #george russell #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f2 x reader #f2 smau #cosmic girl records series #cosmic girl records part 2 #Spotify

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 8 months ago

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All Falls Down - Chapter 12: The Finale

Authors Note: Whew, this has been a wild ride lmao, I just want to thank each and every one of you for the love y'all have given this story. The sequel is coming very soon. Love you all ❤️

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Kiyana woke up the next morning in a good ass mood, her pussy still tender to touch. Joe had wore her ass out in the best way possible. She let out a tiny moan as her pussy clenched as she thought about all the nasty shit she and Joe did last night.

“Fuck,” Joe groaned out “This pussy do fuckin good.” he groaned into her ear before burying his face in her neck, sucking a bruise into her carmel skin. Kiyana moaned as she raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks. “You know this my pussy now right?” He grunted, hips stuttering, close to his climax. “ Ain’t never letting you go.”

She sat up in the bed, still naked when Joe walked into the room dressed in his workout gear holding a bag of takeout food in one hand a styrofoam cup of orange juice.

“I’m surprised, you’re up.” He said in a cocky tone, causing Kiyana to snort and roll her eyes. “I gotchu something to eat.” She thanked him and took the platter, doing a little happy dance when she saw he got her french toast - her absolute favorite. Kiyana noticed as she took her first bite that he didn’t have anything to eat.

“Not hungry?”

“I am.” He smirked, “just in the mood for something else.” He said, eyeing her hungrily as she set her food container to the side and removed the sheets off her body.

“So, what you gon do about it?” She asked, smirking and cocking her head to the side. She let out a shriek/laugh when Joe pounced on her, attacking her neck with kisses.

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his discarded phone on the floor. He didn’t even know how long he'd been sitting there. All he knew was that he was numb and he was hurt. Josh knew he didn’t have a right to be hurt, because he cheated first. But for Kiyana to run to Joe of all people? It stung, it stung a lot.

He reached down and snatched the phone off the floor, glaring at his lockscreen. The picture of him , Kiyana and their kids staring back up at him. They all looked happy, he remembered when he took that picture of the five of them.

Josh had just picked up Kamari from school, Kaiden was sitting on Kiyana’s lap acting like the jealous baby boy because Kairo was getting ‘all the lovin from mommy. Josh remembers just standing by the living room entrance just watching his little family and he knew then, he had to break things off with Shanté, he wasn’t willing to give up his family for her. But that was then and this was now. He could forgive Kiyana if it was anybody else, but Joe? His couisn.. nah he didn't think he could forgive her for that.

Uh-oh, Kiki. We got company.” Joe chuckled as the bus pulled up to the back of the arena where the superstars entered. Kiyana stood from the couch and walked over to the window, letting out a sigh as Josh stood, leaning against the parking sign that had ‘Reserved for Roman/Joe Anoa’i’ written on it. He was angry, his jaw was clenched, arms crossed tight over his chest and he was muttering to himself.

“You think he knows what we did?”

“I know he knows.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who had an indifferent look on his face. “He deserved Kiyana.”

“Leati, what did you do?” She scoffed, grabbing her bag and trying to walk off the bus but Joe grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Does it matter? “ He was confused as to why she was mad at him. “Y’alls marriage is over Kiyana.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes at Joe and snatched her arm out of his grip. “He deserves to feel the hurt you felt.” Kiyana ignored him and stepped off the bus and stood face to face with Josh, who tried to move her out of the way.

“Imma deal witcho’ ass in a minute.” He growled, lip curling in disgust as he looked at her.

“Hey!” She yelled, “ Josh stop!” She exclaimed as she tried to block his way onto the bus.

“No fuck that Kiyana!” He screamed back. “How could you Key? With him of all fuckin’ people? And y’all had the fuckin’ nerve to call me!” Kiyana reared back as if he slapped her. How could she?

“How could I? No, how the fuck could you Joshua!” Kiyana was pissed off now. “You cheated on me, your wife first!” Joe called Josh while they were having sex?! She glared over at the bus where she could see Joe looking at the two of them out of the window.

“And I apologized!” He boomed back, bringing her attention back to him. “I apologized and we agreed we would work through it by going to therapy with Dr. Anderson.” Kiyana scoffed and shook her head.

“That was until I found out you were planning on actually leaving me to be with her! I gave you everything! Gave up my career so I could stay home and raise our kids while you traveled all over the world! And you gave up twenty-three years for someone who has slept with multiple of your coworkers. You gave your family up for some slut.”

“And you slept with my cousin so what does that make you?”

Kiyana gaped at him and Joe decided it was time to intervene but just like the day before ,Josh couldn’t control himself. He put all his weight into the punch, knocking Joe back into his bus, shaking it.

“You supposed to be my family!” Josh wasn’t stopping until he hurt Joe. Not even when the arena security came over and tried to pull him off of Joe and when they pulled his arms behind his back cuffing him, Josh started stomping on Joe the best he could.

As he was pulled away and placed in the cop car, he had his eyes on Kiyana the entire time, she wanted him to hurt, wanted him to feel the pain she felt, wanted him to feel like his heart was being ripped from his chest.. And she succeeded.

About two hours later, Josh was finally released from jail, with a hefty fine and a 2 week suspension. He sighed as he saw Kiyana waiting for him.

“Whatchu’ doin here Key?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He was ready to go home. To get away from everybody and everything.

“Just get in the car, Joshua. We have a plane to catch.” Kiyana was already told about Josh’s suspension and took it upon herself to get all his stuff from his hotel room and surprisingly get him a ticket on the same flight she was on to go back to Pensacola.

As they were driving to the airport, Josh couldn’t help but stare at Kiyana, his wife. His loving, caring, heart breaking wife.

“How am I suppose to live without you Key?” He whispered and Kiyana cut her eyes over at him before looking back at the road.

“I don’t know Josh.” She whispered back, “How am I supposed to live without you? How am I going to raise the boys without you living in the same house?”

“I’m sorry Kiyana.” He said, not caring about the tears now falling down his face. “I fucked up so bad.”

“I’m sorry too. About sleeping with Joe.” He winced and closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

“I can’t live without you Kiyana. So I'm willing to forgive you and move on from this.” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows and pulled over to the emergency lane, putting on the hazard lights.

“What Josh-”

“I am willing to forget and forgive you if you never speak to Joe again.” He cut her off, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes. “Can you do that?”

Kiyana was confused as hell. In her mind the marriage was over, there was no coming back from both of their infidelity. He had an affair for four months and she slept with his cousin who he had considered a brother… She started to shake her head.

“Josh we can’t”

“Kiyana, please. I’ve been witchu’ all my life and I can’t, I can’t live without you so please.” She stared at him, mouth opening and closing as she tried to answer him. She could live her life without talking to Joe. It wouldn't be hard but she also knew how petty and vindictive her husband could be so,did she want to spend the rest of her life with him bringing up her sleeping with Joe everytime they had an argument? ..

“Kiyana, please.”

Could she go back to living her life with Josh pretending they were this happy ass couple?

Y'all know I love cliffhangers lmao.. WELP. This is it. The final chapter.

Once again I want to thank each and every single person who has showed love for this story. I will forever love you guys.

And don't forget, THE SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY!

Do y'all think Kiyana stays with Josh? And if she does will it be too hard for them to move past all of the infidelity?

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gyuhanniesworld · 7 months ago

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livin’ like angels, lovin’ like devils

pairings: Mingyu!non-idol, Jeonghan!non-idol x reader

genre: 🔞 MDNI smut

warnings: porn!withoutplot, poly relationship, overstimulation, oral (m and f receiving), dom!mingyu, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, mentions of a feast, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this! always cover up), penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, if you’re not comfortable with mxm then you’re free to scroll down. pls tell me if i forgot to mention anything

an: hi! this is my 2nd fic here (since i’m too much of a coward to post the first one). i’m still pretty new to writing smut (i just really love reading them but writing them??). please, don’t be shy on leaving your reviews so i could make more (probably) and better ones in the future hihi. p.s. this was not proofread so im sorry ☺️

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“welcome home, princess!” was the first thing you heard when you entered your flat.

you just closed a deal with a big client today but you were also swamped with loads of paperwork. you were just so tired but seeing your boyfriend greeting you just took all of the tiredness away.

mingyu ran towards you and spun you around. you squealed and laughed at your cute boyfriend. “we just got the news! congratulations on that deal, baby. i knew you were working so hard for that.” he said as he littered your face with kisses. even after dating for over a year now, you would still get shy when he overloaded you with love and compliments.

“hey! it’s my turn, gyu.” another voice spoke behind him as mingyu placed you down. you smiled at jeonghan as he embraced you. “congratulations, baby. we got the news before we got home so..” he whispered to your head as he placed a kiss on your forehead. he took a step back and revealed the feast they prepared. you gasped as you saw the cake that said ‘that’s our princess!’.

you whipped around and enclosed both your boyfriends in a warm hug. “thank you so much, my loves.” you kissed each of them on the cheek and plopped yourself on a chair.

“someone’s hungry.” mingyu joked as he prepared the three of you a plate.

“i’m starving!” you perked while pouting to your other boyfriend who was behind you, massaging your back. you smiled as they started talking about their day and what happened in the office.

nothing could get better than this.

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you woke up with a moan.

you just felt something was different when you could feel the warm tongue of your boyfriend practically french-kissing your clit. another moan elicited from your mouth when another mouth enclosed itself on one of your nipples. both your hands were on their heads before you could think.

“well, good m- ugh morning to the both of you.” you practically sighed as you watched with half lided eyes both your boyfriends get to work. mingyu, who was slotted in-between your thighs, stopped his licking and smirked at you. “i see our princess is awake.” you took a hold of his hair and dragged his face towards you, kissing him with labored breaths.

“hey! what about me?” you stopped making out with the big man to see your beautiful and whiny boyfriend pout at you. “c’mere.” you took a hold of his neck and kissed him next. jeonghan whined at your mouth as you dragged a hand across his chest and towards the band of his underwear, slightly teasing him with some light scratching.

mingyu, who was abandoned for a while, resorted to kissing your neck while fondling with your other boob. you couldn’t resist the urge to grind on his front, making him grab onto your hips, grounding your plump back to his hardness.

“i see that both of you are needy this morning.” you say as you break your kiss from jeonghan. he takes this time to shuffle towards your aching slick and eat you out.

your head was going haywire with all of the overstimulating and you were going dumb. you were now on top of mingyu while jeonghan was making himself pretty busy with your aching nub.

“please, just fuck me already.” you sighed as the bigger man made you sit up and remove his undergarments. jeonghan placed a final kiss on you before removing his.

“want to take us both this early, baby?” jeonghan asked as he started to tie your hair back while mingyu slowly stroked his dick. you were salivating at the scene when jeonghan finished tying your hair, grabbing onto it and making you look up.

“you look so beautiful, princess. we’re gonna take care of you now, hmm?” he whispered as he claimed your mouth with his. you separated yourself from him to kiss your other boyfriend who was starting to look impatient. “you gonna break me, pretty boy?” you ask as he nodded and kissed you hungrily. he bit on your upper lip to make you open up. his tongue fighting with dominance as you try to keep up.

jeonghan took your hand and guided it to his leaking dick. you started stroking him and you could hear his quiet moans. mingyu broke the kiss and situated his head in between your legs again. “what are you doing, baby?” you asked him as he positioned himself below your wetness. “ride my face, princess. my face is your thrown.” he said as he basically forced you to sit on his face. you cried out as he swirled his tongue on you while jeonghan used the moment to thrust in your mouth. you shook as you looked into jeonghan’s eyes with tears in yours.

“awe. you’re loving this, aren’t you princess? getting your pretty pussy ate and your mouth fucked at the same time?” he cooed as he started to go deeper, into your throat. you nodded as did your best to take all of him into your mouth. you were starting to feel the familiar coil on the pit of your stomach when you took his dick out your mouth and sucked on his balls. jeonghan whipped his head back and released a low grown.

“yeah, suck on my balls. you just love having them in your mouth, yeah?” he gritted as he held your head while stroking his cock with the other. you cried as mingyu denied you of your release.

“you wanna come on my face, princess?” gyu asked as he started licking your ass, making your cry out more.

“please, daddy. make me cum. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whimpered as you felt his mouth ghosting on your pussy while trying to please your other boyfriend.

“you gonna do anything we say, baby? anything?” jeonghan asked as he knelt by your side, kissing on your neck towards your chest.

“yes, daddy. i’ll do whatever you want.” you cried as you grew desperate for release. jeonghan chuckled as he looked at you with tears rolling down your face. “is it that bad, baby? you want both of our cocks in those pretty holes of yours?” he cooed as he grab a hold of your hair.

“yes, daddy! i want you both destroying both my holes! please, just fuck me hard.” you moaned as he swallowed your cries and picked you up, leaving you whining as your cunt was left unaccompanied.

“you think you can still stand up, princess?” gyu asked as he helped you up. you nodded as he captured your mouth for another kiss while jeonghan kneeled in front of your leaking cunt. he kissed you before enveloping the swollen nub in his mouth, moaning as he got a taste of you.

you were a crying mess and you looked so fucked out, it turned gyu on more. he was basically holding you up as he kissed down your neck and towards your back. “lean on the table and lift your leg up.” mingyu stated. you weren’t the most flexible person out there but when it came down to these two, you would probably in the olympics by now.

both of them were on you now and you just couldn’t so anything but cry. this was another level of overstimulating and you were so sick to be loving every bit of it. you loved the attention the both of then were offering you.

mingyu’s mouth was on your ass while jeonghan was preoccupied with your pussy, lapping and fingering it for his cock. “tell us how you’re loving this, princess. i wanna know how you’re feeling and how you want us.” jeonghan spoke as he continued lapping on your swollen clit.

you swallowed the pooling saliva on your mouth. “i love how you’re making me feel, daddies. i love how you’re fucking me with your fingers while daddy tongues my butt. i just want that both of you in me now. please.” you cried as you feel yourself shake with everything going on.

“i think that’s enough, babe.” jeonghan says as mingyu removed his mouth from your behind. he grabs a hold of mingyu’s neck as he goes in for a kiss. your eyes go wide and a moan was out of your mouth at this new scene. they were pretty much straight when the three of you got in this relationship and well, you didn’t know what was going on when you weren’t around. you were going to have a talk after this.

you watch as the two beautiful men made out. mingyu’s hands were exploring jeonghan’s body while jeonghan stroked the bigger man’s big cock. oh my god. you could feel yourself dripping from the scene as your hands subconsciously made their way towards your chest and your pussy. you were already going insane and they weren’t even inside you, yet.

“look, babe. our princess is so turned on with this right now.” mingyu said as jeonghan knelt in front of him, starting to take his cock in his mouth. you bit your lip to stop another moan from getting out as you saw your pretty boyfriend give head to the bigger one. you didn’t know why but you were so turned on and could just finish with just watching them.

“should we fuck her hard now?” jeonghan asked as he stood up and had his nipple sucked my mingyu. dear god, this was not good for your sanity.

“who said you could fuck yourself, huh, baby?” mingyu asked as he removed himself from jeonghan and strutted towards you. he removed your hands from your pussy and licked on your fingers. “please. make me cum, daddy.” you mumbled as he picked you up, opening you up for jeonghan, as well.

“you still okay, princess?” jeonghan asked as he took a hold of mingyu’s cock and brushed it over your pussy. both of moaned as you felt it push in your ass. you let our a scream as you felt the familiar stretch. mingyu had a beautiful long, tanned and thick cock while jeonghan had a prettier, longer but thinner cock.

“oh my god oh my god oh my god. fuck, you’re filling me up gyu.” you stammered as you felt him go in inch by inch. you were given a few seconds to breathe until another cock plunged in your pussy.

“fuck! you feel so tight, princess. i could just come right now.” jeonghan said as they started moving together. you didn’t have any other choice but to grab a hold of jeonghan’s neck and kiss him. you could hear mingyu groaning at how tight you are.

“you want us to cum in you, princess? does our pretty little cumslut want us to fill you up with our cum?” gyu asked with gritted teeth as he felt his end coming. you nodded as moaned with the two of them. they were in sync and were reaching the deepest parts of you. jeonghan’s breathing was getting shorter, a clear sign that he was cumming soon.

after a few more strokes, your bedroom was filled with cries and moans from the two of them but you were different. their paces were animalistic and as you were chanting their names, you felt yourself break loose. jeonghan moaned as you squirted on both his and mingyu’s cock.

“fuck! that was so hot, baby. didn’t know you could do that.” mingyu praised as he moved you up and down his cock, riding you through his orgasm. jeonghan smirked at the mess you made on him. you grew shy as he swiped his cock that had your release and placed it on his mouth, moaning at your combined taste.

mingyu slowly removed you from his cock and groaned as he took your fucked out state on your bed. you had your eyes closed and both of your boyfriends plopped themselves on either side of the bed.

“wow.” you said as you placed an arm over your forehead.

“you think you could still walk, princess?” mingyu asked as he kissed the side of your head. you chuckled as you open your eyes to see both your boyfriends staring at you adoringly. you propped yourself up to see the clock that read 10:34 A.M. you plopped yourself down on the bed and sighed.

“you made me late, again.” you stated. you heard the both of them giggle as they spooned you back to sleep.

you were definitely getting an earful from seungkwan tomorrow.

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lapseinart · 2 months ago

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X-Men doing Karaoke

Jubilee sings Fireworks because of course she does. Complete with special effects. She’s pitchy but makes up for it with enthusiasm.

Scott and Jean duet Summer Lovin because they are disgustingly in love. Scott is only mostly coerced into it. He’s a decent singer. Jean not so much.

Hank does Ice Ice Baby. It’s the only point in which he grabs the mic, though he still sings along with the others without a microphone.

Warren and Bobby do a terrible but really funny rendition of I Want It That Way.

Storm puts on Mr. Brightside and everyone chants along to the lyrics.

Remy sings a song by Indochine for fun and/or serenades Rogue with a French love song.

Logan for the most part does not participate, just drinks his beer and judges all of them. Not for singing but for their singing like: Scott came in late. Jean’s off key. Remy breathes too loudly between phrases.

At the end of the night after too many beers, Jean gets fed up with his internal monologue of criticism and forces him to sing. He does a beautiful rendition of Kitaguni no Haru that makes Rogue (the only one who kind of knows Japanese by virtue of having absorbed Logan’s knowledge of it) nearly cry.

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schoenpepper · 3 months ago

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'Til Someone Gets Hurt (Mean Girls the Musical)

Intro: You play a game with Floyd Leech. At the end of it all, you both get hurt.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, high schoolers doing things high schoolers should not be doing, do not imitate, Floyd Leech comes with a warning of his own, google translated French, bad words

A/N: Don't mind me just casually vaguely mentioning my oc see if you can spot 'em huehuehue

Masterlist

Yes, I look perfect

Ice Queen, that's what you see

It's what they all expect from me

But it's all show!

Go to school, they said. It'll be fun, they said. You're so gorgeous you definitely won't have a hard time fitting in with everyone, they said. You think to yourself as you jot down notes on paper, that if you ever found out who "they" were, you would push them out a window and watch them fall splat on the pavement into nothing but what was previously a meat puppet. Your eye catching good looks didn't mean shit back when you were being homeschooled by your parents in Africa, but Coral Shore High is not nearly as subtle in its staring as the monkeys and lions you used to talk to. You feel too many eyes on you and it makes you grip your pen tighter and wish to stab them all out one by one.

You thought humans had more decorum.

The fucking parakeets had more etiquette, that's for sure. Especially when you're making your way to the cafeteria and some girl trips (a little too obviously) right into your arms. She's all blushy and fidgety when you gently push her upright on the ground, and she thanks you and offers her number.

"Oh." You say with a blank stare. "We didn't have phones back in Africa."

"I could teach you if you—"

"Sorry, I don't have a phone."

With that beautifully blatant lie, you walk off to line up in the canteen to grab a tray of food, surprisingly more edible than movies portrayed high school food to be. You stand still and scout out which table is most optimal, and end up getting flagged down by some tall, champagne blond hottie with purple tips in his hair. He's definitely at least as attractive as you, so you think that he won't be slobbering all over you like the guys you sat with yesterday. It only takes a few steps for some wall to bump into you, teal hair and mismatched eyes and muscle and sharp teeth, leering down at you for only a second before marching off.

"Watch where you're walkin', shrimpy."

You don't appreciate the nickname, but you ignore it and go sit down next to the beautiful blond man. It's your lucky day because Vil Schoenheit is a model, full on desensitized from faces like yours. And he feels like a naggy mother with the way he grills you over your choice in food. He's kind, but it's hidden behind words so sharp they could stab you right in the gut. Rook Hunt is another handsome blond, if not a little unsettling when he fawns over your beauty in mixed French, and he gives off similar vibes to poachers your parents used to ward off in the savana. Epel Felmier is more cutesy than Vil's regal brilliance or Rook's off-putting handsomeness, but he threatens to throw hands when you say he's pretty.

Well, maybe you can fit in, after all.

Face it, you used me

You saw the sexy clothes

My supermodel pose

What did you know?

You should have stayed with the pretty trio instead wandering on your own. In your defense, you were just walking to class and minding your own business. Except, said class is in a building with the entire football field across the one you were in, and said football field has, regrettably, the football team playing on it. You feel nothing but disgust when the wolf whistles reach you, and absolute abhorrence when three guys with very punchable faces approach you with sly smirks, the rest of the team watching on.

"Hey sexy. You look like you could use some lovin'~"

You roll your eyes and keep walking. Surely, this is a clear enough sign of your disinterest, yes?

"Oh, playin' hard to get. That's hot."

"You're cute when you're mad."

"Baby, you wanna skip class with us and—"

You give them your best, and most charming smile.

Rook taught you that everyone deserves to see beauty before they feel excruciating pain. And you're sure, when your knee meets three different pairs of balls in succession, that the rest of the team sharply takes in a breath. "You wanna have more fun, boys?" You drawl lazily with a soft grin. "I have a little bit of time to play with you."

They don't answer as they curl up on the grass in pain. Satisfied with your handywork, you go back to walking to your calculus class.

You don't notice trouble, but he notices you.

"Are you interested in them?" Jade asks, clad in comfortable casual clothes while sat on the bleachers as he hands Floyd a bottle of water. Floyd laughs and eyes his three teammates who were struggling to get back up. And then, inevitably, back to you. "See Jade, I thought it was just another shrimp. But now I think they're more like a sting ray." He licks his lips. "That's fun. I like fun. I wanna try 'em."

Jade chuckles along with him.

Was I a game to you?

Was I a way to be cool?

I truly cared

Was I the fool?

"You hooked up with who, now?"

Vil's gaze has a way of making you feel like every decision you've ever done is stupid. To be fair to him, however, this one certainly is. You grimace and take a sip of your energy drink, pointing at one of the guys practicing on the basketball court. Floyd shoots a three-pointer and grins your way, flexing his shoulders so that the scratch marks you'd left last night peek out of his jersey.

"How in the world are you so infuriating?! Do you know who that is?"

"I mean, I was drunk." You sigh. Vil looks at you like a disappointed parent while Epel and Rook look at you in shock. "Besides, it's just a hookup. I don't even have his number, I'll probably never talk to him again."

"Then why are we here at your behest?"

You feel your cheeks flush. "Because I wanted to watch basketball?"

Even you know your excuse is shitty, but it's not as if you could tell the trio to their faces that last night felt good and Floyd was really right up your alley and your hands missed the feel of his abs, right? The man seems really in the mood today as he effortlessly makes another shot, making you clap your hands slowly. You stop when you see the three glaring at you. "You certainly have a unique eye for beauté." Rook says lightly, and you're pretty sure he's just saying you have bad taste. "Floyd Leech, twin to Jade Leech, part of football, basketball, swimming, and volleyball, an athletic superstar with a rather dreary disciplinary track record erased by his parents. He's left handed, has had at least four previous relationships, has almost beat someone to death twice, and spent the night in juvie just before his eleventh birthday."

"Rook, how do you even know all of that?"

Rook smiles and puts a finger to his lips. "That is a secret. Still, he is not exactly a prime choice for a partner. May I interest you in some other options?"

"You may not." You sigh.

"Well, if Y/N says it was just a hookup, then it's probably the end of it." Epel smiles softly, and you almost feel guilty when you nod with him. Right before you get in your car to drive home, you get a text from Floyd.

[Floydie: my team totally saw ur marks on my back hehe]

[Floydie: u should do it again sometime jellyfishie]

It's fine for you

It's fine to flirt

It's fine

'Till someone gets hurt

'Till someone gets hurt!

You know it's just a game.

He knows it's just a game.

You're two high schoolers making high school mistakes, and you take it all in stride when you let him into your house. Your parents are off somewhere so you don't need to worry about getting caught, but what you do have to worry about is Floyd finding some weird house ornaments your parents love and playing with them. "Floyd! Stop it, that's not a toy." You take the vase from his hands and put it back on the counter. "If you touch another delicate item in this house that you could very well break I will kick you out, do you understand me?"

"Okay chill, clownfish. I won't touch."

"Good." You sigh in relief and lead him up the stairs to your bedroom. Is it a good idea to let your booty call into your home? Probably not. But there's a calculus exam tomorrow that Floyd hadn't studied for, and Jade warned that if he fails, he'll get suspended from all his sports until he can get his grades back up. You didn't know what that had to do with you, but Floyd insists you tutor him or he won't get you laid while he's suspended.

Rude.

"What about this one?" He points at another question on the textbook. The two of you are sitting on the floor, comfortably leaning on each other with your tiny study table propped up on the rug. You glance at the equation and point to the notebook in your hands. "That one is similar to—Floyd." You hiss out a warning when you feel his hand crawling up your thigh. "We're supposed to be studying, remember?"

He giggles, tracing his finger on the hem of your shorts. "But that's boring, right? Let's have some fun."

"No, Floyd, what if you fail your exam?"

He leans in closer to you. As his lips find yours, he pushes the study table away and your notebook along with it. "I lied to you, you know?"

"There's no calculus exam?" You huff.

"There is~ But I don't need your help to pass." He's toeing the lines you set, nudging your boundaries in his favor. "I just wanted to see your home! And your bed...and maybe you naked on it..."

You don't fight back when his hands are moving up underneath your shirt, only rolling your eyes and muttering under your breath. "This better be good, Floydie. And you better help do my laundry tomorrow."

He laughs again.

Feel my heart beating

I'm just like her or you

People forget I'm human too

Yes, they do that

Vil shouldn't have told you to join the cheer team, and he certainly shouldn't have forced you to wear the cheer uniform in the ungodly colors it has. You give him an unimpressed look, tugging on the edge of your crop top. "I look like a glowing neon sign at the door of a strip club. Or a toxic mushroom. Or a hallucination of someone who's high off Everclear and cocaine." You didn't think anyone would ever be crazy enough to pair traffic cone orange and cyan together, but somehow, the cheerleading outfit proves you wrong.

"It's...atrocious, yes." Vil nods.

You're shocked he has the audacity to agree with you when his cheer outfit is dark blue and cyan, an actually cohesive color combination.

"Ne t'inquiète pas, Y/N. You are beauté!"

You don't want to look at Rook who's sporting a neon green and orange crop top and skirt combo.

"Y'all look ridiculous." Epel drawls in his casualwear, pushing his hands into his hoodie pockets as he looks at the way the three of you are dressed.

You and the rest of the cheer squad are called to the field before the players arrive, performing a few routines to rally the audience. You don't really think you have anything to fear considering your school's football team is the best one in the state (and Floyd's probably left at least one person from each team they've ever played against a healthy dose of trauma), so all your focus is more on trying not to blind yourself whenever you catch a glimpse of Rook from your periphery. As you'd expected, the game is won all too easily with your booty call seemingly in just the right mood, and he runs towards you happily, spinning you around in his arms while your friends watch on in distaste and disappointment.

"Floyd, put me down!"

"Nuh uh, mandarinfish, you look so cute!" He smiles at you as he carries you. You sit on one shoulder and watch him celebrate with his teammates, grinning up at you occasionally. You give up trying to get back down.

"Did you cheer for me?"

In the football team's empty locker room, when everyone else is out in some diner ordering milkshakes as a trophy, you have one leg up Floyd's shoulder as the other one shakily wobbles to try and keep you upright. He's laughing at you but steadying you by the waist, squeezing the skin exposed by the uniform. "So flexible, hm~?"

"Floydie, fuck, stop teasing!"

He drinks in your whimpers and giggles. His hips roll against yours in a fluid, familiar motion, and the thin fabric you're wearing is not enough to stop the feeling.

"If you weren't cheering my name before, I'll make sure you scream it out now, okay?"

This is performance

This is all self defense

I thought you had the sense

To see through that

[Floydie💙: bettafish wer u at]

[Floydie💙: if u come to the party w some other dude istfg]

[Floydie💙: 😠]

Your first Halloween party starts off with a series of angry texts from your friend with benefits (you tell yourself you like him platonically, enough times for it to stick to your head). You chuckle and shoot him back a reply before going back to staring at yourself in the mirror. "I feel like this kind of costume should be illegal." You say to your friends waiting outside the curtain. You don't think white and green underwear with plastic robo wing attachments and silver boots count as a 'costume', much less clothing, but you have to admit that Vil's taste is still impeccable even when it concerns slutty halloween outfits.

It makes you look super fucking hot.

Not that you weren't already, but you're sure if he sees you like this, he'll drag you into an empty room and eat you like a free-for-all buffet. Not that you mind.

"Well? At least come out and show us."

You don't want to annoy the queen bee, so you step outside in your sacrilegious Buzz Lightyear mockup and turn around so they can inspect it. Vil gives an approving nod, Epel claps with an amazed expression on his face, and Rook spouts off some soliloquy about your beauty. You admire their equally slutty halloween fits; Vil dressed as Suicide Squad Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn, Rook looking like a cowboy stripper, and Epel as... why is he dressed in a giant inflatable apple costume? You shake your head and ignore the elephant (epelphant) in the room. "Anyway, this party's not really all that important, but Neige insisted we be there." Vil scoffs. "And he better have his jaw dropped to the floor with how much hotter I am than he is."

That's what he says, but upon pulling up to the party and thirty minutes later, he's less 'preening like a peacock' and more 'getting some cute guy's tongue shoved down so far his throat it probably reaches his esophagus as said cute guy is practically rutting into him in the hallway'. You swear you've never seen this guy in your life, but Rook assures you that Vil knows what he's doing (which you do not doubt) and pushes you along as you try to find Floyd in the sea of illegally drunk high schoolers. You assume a six foot hunk of muscle wouldn't be too hard to find, but you struggle for ten minutes and decide to just give up and text him.

[You: where tf are u]

[Floydie💙: thats what ive been asking dhfjk]

[Floydie💙: did u just get here]

[You: no i was watching vil get it on with some dude]

[Floydie💙: ew gross get ur ass to the second floor first room on the right]

When you get there, you find Floyd in a low effort zombie costume, sitting on the rails of the balcony with his legs swinging. He gives you a smirk and pats the space next to him. "You look real nice. C'mere." You sit next to him, making sure your plastic wings don't accidentally push him off the edge. "Whose house is this anyway? How did they get permission to throw a party this big?" You ask as you lean against his shoulder. His arm wraps around you and pulls you closer to himself. You find your legs swinging in the same pattern as his.

"Some guy."

"Not important?"

"No."

You chuckle at his words. You find him looking up at the stars, so you do the same. "The light pollution in the city's made the sky a little worse." You mumble softly. "In the savanna, the skies were always so clear. You could see every star shining brightly when it's night."

"That sounds real nice."

"It was."

"I wanna see it someday." Floyd hums. "With you."

You close your eyes and push his words out of your mind.

Was I too proud with you?

Was I too cold and forbidding?

And you chose her over me

Are you kidding?

The game's gone on for too long.

Your fuck buddy, somehow, is sitting next to you in the cafeteria. For two weeks now. Azul is at the head of the table, Vil is on the other head, Rook and Epel are on one side while you, Jade, and Floyd sit on the other. They all seem to be getting along well enough, and even Vil, who's always been against your less than stellar taste in men, seemed numb enough to the sight of Floyd practically sprawled over your lap as he nudged another spoon of his homemade lunch against your lips. "Come on, sea star, another bite? Just another one, please, I worked real hard on it for my little sea star, y'know?" You're helpless at the sight of his puppydog eyes and eat what he's offering.

"Yay~"

"This is vomit inducing." You hear Azul mutter under his breath, and to be honest, you might be a little inclined to agree if you didn't enjoy Floyd's company so much. Of course, it doesn't end at one bite. As you've done in the past two weeks, you set aside your bought lunch (that scrappy guy in the volleyball team can handle it) and finish Floyd's bento. You used to feel bad for doing so, but you found out on the first day it happened that he actually brings two bento boxes so that he can feed you before he eats.

"Good sea star, next week you can just not buy lunch!" He pats your head happily, and you nod along.

Have you been too close to Floyd?

You wonder as you walk down the halls, waving and smiling at acquaintances who call out their greetings. You know he's here again when the people around you start to shy away, faces like they've seen a monster. You don't blame them, you know Floyd has a reputation for being rather violent, if not just a straight up bully.

You've just never experienced it.

Not when he's studying with you, going to your cheer practices and screaming your name, chatting with you about random things for hours, bringing you food he'd cooked by himself, giving you little trinkets he said reminded him of you...

Your heart tightens.

He's a better player than you thought.

His arm is wrapped around your shoulder as he chatters your ear off about how he and Jade are going on a hike on the weekend. You listen intently, nodding along all the way to the parking lot. He walks you to your car and even opens the door for you. Your mind blanks when he leans down to kiss you (it's sweet, it's tender, it's so weird but you don't care). You give him a smile and shut the door before driving away.

You have two days where Floyd will be out of town with no reception.

Two days to clear your head.

Two days to reset your boundaries with him.

You wonder if two days are enough to remind yourself the words he'd told you in the beginning of your arrangement.

"Don't go fallin' for me, 'kay? That's boring. I don't like boring. The moment you get boring, I'll drop ya', capiche?"

"What if you fall for me?"

"Hah? Ain'tcha funny? I don't fall."

Right. He doesn't fall. Even if all his actions right now make it seem like you two are dating, it's all a trap. And you like him a little too much to just end it right there. You'd rather be his contractual fling than be that one person who caught feelings in an fwb situation, wouldn't you?

Poor little me

All trapped in this fabulous show

You could set me free

But if you're going, go!

Go! Oh! Oh!

[Floydie💙🥰😚: seashell have you been avoiding me]

You know Floyd's serious when his texts aren't a mess of shortened words.

[You: no??? just been busy w that math comp training]

Your excuse is bulletproof. Sure the nerds in the 'mathletes' team drool over you occasionally, but it's a small price to pay in order to get your head on straight. Two days with no contact wasn't nearly enough. In fact, it only cemented the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'; indeed, when Floyd was gone, you only missed him more and more. You think that one of these days, you might just make a mistake and tell him the truth. But the thing is, Floyd doesn't need your love.

Floyd doesn't want your love.

Instead of stuttering and stumbling about in front of him, you choose to run away from your problems. Whenever you have free time, you cover it up with math training and tutoring in preparation for the competition. When lunchtime rolls around, you tell your friends you need to be eating with your teammates in order to foster a sense of camaraderie and cooperation (bullshit). After school, you tell Floyd he'll only be a distraction if he studies with you, and you really need to study for that math competition.

In short, that math competition has been carrying most of the load of your excuses.

[Floydie💙🥰😚: when i find you im going to shove you in the janitors closet]

[You: thats bullying, floydie]

[Floydie💙🥰😚: nah seashell imma fuck you in there 🙂]

[You: threatening]

[Floydie💙🥰😚: not a threat its a promise]

You hope he doesn't find you, really. If only because you still can't control your stupid heart around him, and every glimpse you catch of him is infinitely expanded in your dreams. You watched him for a little while during volleyball practice, and you had a very shameful dream regarding the volleyball court, an audience, and Floyd pushing you up against the net.

You put your phone down when Professor Crewel calls for your attention.

"There are only three days left until the competition, pups, so I expect all of you to be on your best behavior."

There's also only three days left before the Spring Fling, meaning, you can't attend the formal that has the entire student body buzzing. You voted for Vil as Spring Fling Queen, obviously. And Spring Fling King. He was in both categories so you did as a good friend would do and voted for him in both categories, as well as helping Rook spread the word for everybody else to do the same. You look down at your practice booklet to see Crewel's bright red 'good pup' and a 100 next to it. You'd rather go compete anyway.

Floyd in a suit might just make you melt.

"You're really not going? Not even after the competition?"

In your room, you pinch your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you flip through a textbook. Vil's voice is elegant as ever even through the speakers. "Nope, sorry Vil. You know my situation."

"Oui! We understand, Y/N." Rook chuckles in the group call. "It must be quite difficult being caught like prey in the trap of love, non?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What didja' say?!"

"Rook!" You hiss out, slamming your book close. "I am no such thing."

"Please, Y/N, you underestimate Rook's perceptiveness." Vil scoffs. "Explain."

You groan. "It's nothing, alright?"

"Non! It is not nothing. Our dear Y/N has fallen madly in love with that Floyd Leech and is now on a mission to erase their feelings in order not to get hurt. Oh, the beauté of amour jeune et douloureux."

"Rook, shut up!"

"Y/N, is it true?"

You purse your lips. It takes you a few seconds to answer. "And if it is?"

"Then you have really bad taste."

"Whatever. Just please, if he ever asks you guys about me, just say I'm in training."

"He has been asking about you."

"What did you say?"

"That you're busy."

You nod and sigh in relief. A message pops up in your screen.

[Floydie💙🥰😚: seashellllll]

[Floydie💙🥰😚: i miss u ☹️]

[You: haha]

You almost send an 'i miss u too'. You don't, though. Because you're smarter than that, aren't you?

[You: i'll see u after the comp ok]

[Floydie💙🥰😚: not if i hunt u down first 😠]

It's fine for you

It's fine to flirt

And God, you're hot

Why do you even wear a shirt?

It's fine!

Damn, you're fine.

Damn, you're mine!

You're really good at this hiding thing.

(Of course you are, or Floyd would've found out about your feelings for him ages ago.)

Three days pass all too easily and he never even catches a whiff of you. You win the ICMT State Final Championship (sponsored by no one), and as you sit in the back of the van with your teammates all rowdy in celebration around you, you take out your phone and take a look at your messages. You're not surprised it's mostly Floyd.

[Floyd: wer u at]

[Floyd: coral]

[Floyd: i thought u wer gonna b at the sf 😐]

[Floyd: is ur stupid comp not done yet or wat]

[Floyd: i cant dance the waltz thing w no partner yk]

[Floyd: like halfway done rn]

[Floyd: r u not seeing my messages coral]

[Floyd: jade just called me lovesick lmao tf does that even mean smh]

[Floyd: can u reply when u get my messages]

[Floyd: pls]

[Floyd: did u win]

[Floyd: go win ok]

[Floyd: do u also think im lovesick]

[Floyd: r u avoiding me cus u think im in love]

[Floyd: if i promise im not will u come back]

[Floyd: what do u want me to say]

[Floyd: im sorry coral 🥺]

[Floyd: it just happened]

[Floyd: pls reply]

[Floyd: i miss u sm]

[Floyd: im sorry]

You hear your heart breaking in your chest.

[You: im not avoiding u]

You walk into the auditorium in your 'Mathletes' shirt and jogging pants, a gold medal around your neck. You look very out of place in the ocean of sparkles and sequins, but Rook quickly waves you over with him and Epel. "The crowning is just about to start, you have incroyable timing!" You watch the nominees on the stage as Crowley reads out a script from a cue card. "And the winner for Spring Fling Queen is... Vil Schoenheit."

You clap along with everyone when the blonde walks onto the stage and gracefully accepts the crown.

"And the winner for Spring Fling King... is also Vil Schoenheit."

Everyone claps louder as Vil chuckles on the stage, placing the other crown on top of the first one. He now has two sashes crossing over each other with two large bouquets in his hands. The principal cancels the 'King and Queen first dance' portion and invites everyone to waltz. Even as you stick by Rook and Epel's sides, you can feel a familiar gaze on you following you through the dance floor.

"Y/N."

It's Jade.

"Hi. What's up?"

"My brother has been quite, hm, mopey, lately. Would you happen to know anything about that?" You shrug.

He doesn't seem to believe you, and his smile doesn't reach his eyes. You swear his entire aura darkens when he speaks again. "I really do like you Y/N, you've made my brother so happy, and he's always such a joyful figure whenever I see him cooking for you in the kitchen. However, he's been quite distraught as of late, with neither appetite nor cheer since you've begun avoiding him in the name of your competition. Now that said competition is over, congratulations by the way, it is in your best interest to talk your problems out with Floyd, wouldn't you agree?"

People always said Floyd was scarier. You wonder if you can record Jade as he is right now as evidence to disagree.

"Jade, we don't have problems, okay? Floyd and I just want different things." You take a small step back with both arms raised up. "I'm just respecting his boundaries."

"Is that so? Then pray tell, what is it that you want from Floyd that you believe he disagrees with?" He tilts his head, grinning toothily. "Is it that you only wish to remain in your contractual physical relationship? Even so, you could at least reject him outright, yes? What good would it do either of you if the only thing you do is run?"

"No! It's the opposite. He doesn't want an actual relationship. That's what he said. He said if I fall for him then it's over and Jade, I don't..." You gingerly tug at his sleeve, forcing your tears back. "I don't want to lose him. If the only way I can have him is by having a no-strings attached kind of thing, then that's fine. I'll talk to him again, just, when I've finally settled my feelings, okay? Please."

He looks shocked by your words.

Jade sighs and plops you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You don't struggle (because it's pointless), and no one in the crowd bats an eye (Floyd may be seen as scarier, but that didn't mean Jade was weak or angelic). He deposits you to the door of the parking lot and heads back inside the party, waving you off with a few more words. "He's at his usual spot, probably whining to the moon about you. Do fix him up for me."

And it's fine!

'Till someone gets...

Hurt! Hurt!

'Till someone gets hurt!

It feels like a walk of shame when you head towards Floyd's favorite parking spot. You're pretty sure it was supposed to be for faculty members only, but you don't believe that principal Crowley has any sort of dignity left for him not to sell a faculty parking space to a well paying student (you don't want to know what the Leech parents do, not now at least). You spot him easy, laid down on the top of his jeep in a crisp suit and tie that looked like it was ironed right onto his body. He's murmuring things you can't understand, but you really don't believe that he's 'whining about you to the moon', as his twin had claimed.

You knock on the side of the car.

When he looks over at you, you give him a smile and reach your hand towards him. "Get me up, Floydie?" With his help, you climb onto the roof and sit down next to him. He's staring at the stars again, but he's never let your hand go even once.

"Why were you avoiding me?"

"I wasn't avoiding you."

"Stop lyin'."

You purse your lips. You're never sure what to do in moments like this, when he sheds all his playful mischief. He seems like a completely different person. Not bad. Just so... different. And he doesn't seem mad (you'd have an easier time if he was), but the conflicting feelings swirling within his skin escape through him and taint you too. You do what you're used to doing with him; get physical. You turn to straddle his lap and lean in closer to him. Your legs are propped up on either side of his own as he leans back on his arms, palms flat on the roof the two of you are sitting on.

Your fingers grip onto his tie, lightly tugging. "Floyd." You barely acknowledge one of his hands resting on the back of your thigh. "I've just been so confused lately. I want you in so many ways and what we have right now? It just doesn't cut it anymore. So tell me off, okay? Tell me you want me to leave. But if you want me to stay then, tell me that you like me. Tell me that you want me. Tell me you love me."

Will he say the words?

Probably not.

This on and off situationship leaves no room for genuine feelings between the both of you. But you make it clear to yourself that this is last time. He can't play with you any longer, and you won't toy with him anymore. And if he doesn't say what you want to hear, then you'll let him go. It's so easy you can't believe you didn't do it forever ago. You keep your eyes trained on his mismatched ones of gold and olive and, even though you know he'll let you down, your heart pitter patters in a rhythm you've heard before. Floyd seems to be thinking your words over as his thumb rubs small circles into the cloth of your pants. You wonder if he's taking this as seriously as you are. Can he see a life with you? Does the thought of settling down bore him?

You can't think about it. If you do, you lose.

Force yourself up into the higher position and gain the upper hand, because the man in front of you is a vulture circling overhead for signs of weakness. If he finds it, he might just tear you apart. "Y/N." There's an unprecedentedly serious look on his face as his slanted eyes bore into you like they're picking you apart and deciding which pieces of you are worthy of keeping. "The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"

You laugh.

So many months of pining and hopeless romance-ing has lead to this. You don't hear what you want.

But it's practically the same thing.

It feels rather anticlimactic. But he's swallowed his pride and admitted his mistake, at least, in your eyes. And if this is the closest you can get to him, the closest he'll let you get to him, then it'll do for now.

"Floyd."

You tug him by his tie until his lips are brushing against your own.

"It's the most beautiful moon I've ever seen."

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #gender neutral reader #x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech

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izzypaawz · 4 months ago

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i was made for lovin’ you baby — bella swan x fem!reader [part one]

pairing: vampire!bella swan x afab!fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

full fic category: smut, fluff & angst

full fic tags: vampire!bella, human!reader, vampires can imprint, bella imprints on reader, jacob didn’t imprint on renesmee, awkward bella, bella saves readers butt, attempted violence warning, implied attempted sa [doesn’t happen, and nothing graphic is mentioned], unfaithful bella [to edward], supportive alice, bella watches reader sleep, so does edward, consensual rough seggs, cunnilingus, fingering, vibrator, gentle sex, top!bella swan, bottom!reader, no use of y/n

summary: you meet a beautiful woman in the library one day, and she takes an immediate liking to you. you can’t help but notice that she acts a little… strange.

note: i just wanna say i haven’t read the twilight books but i have been a fan of the movies since before breaking dawn pt1 came out! so if i say anything wildly inaccurate to the books pls don’t hate me. the vampire imprinting thing i know is inaccurate its just an au. also first chapter is from bella’s pov!

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Amongst the utter chaos that surrounds raising a half-vampire daughter, Bella can often find it hard to keep up. Her not-so-little girl is already almost as tall as her, and she hasn’t been on the earth for more than a few years. She isn’t always the best mother, at least from her own point of view — Edward reassures her otherwise on a daily basis, but it’s his job to say nice things to his wife, isn’t it?

Still, there’s one thing she knows she does right. And that is making time to go to the small public library in Forks every week, with a little scrap of paper clutched between her fingers. Scrawled across the papers in a neat script are Renesmee’s book requests for the week, and Bella is happily bound to her duty of picking the books up for her daughter.

Bella’s own mother would have tossed four year old Bella the car keys and sent her to the library herself.

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But not much.

First, she heads to the horseshoe shaped desk where the librarian sits. The French tips on her nails tap away at the keyboard, a sound that would be almost silent to everyone else. But to Bella, she might as well be hammering away on a typewriter. “Just a moment, dear,” The librarian mutters when she notices Bella approaching, not so much as glancing up from her computer screen.

Bella gives a noncommittal hum in response and adjusts the strap of the tote bag on her shoulder as she glances around the library. It’s just as empty as it usually is when she pops in on a Thursday afternoon, but there’s something… Different. A scent in the air that she can’t quite place. In her time as a vampire she’s grown used to smelling humans all the time, to dealing with the faint copper scent lingering in her nostrils whenever they’re near. But this smell is much more… sweet.

“What can I help you with?” Bella forces her attention back to the librarian when she hears her voice.

“Um, I just have some books to return,” Bella mumbles. She struggles to concentrate on something other than that smell as she opens up her tote bag and pulls out the stack of Renesmee’s finished books. The girl is a quick reader, easily getting through five a week.

“Did Renesmee enjoy her selection this week?” The librarian questions as she reaches across the desk and takes the books from Bella. She checks them for damage, flicking through the pages to search for wear and tear, before setting the books to the side. The librarian knows fine well that Renesmee would never damage a book, the girl cherishes them far too much. But she still has to at least pretend to check.

“Yeah,” Bella gives a distracted nod as her golden eyes flicker around the room again. “Definitely.”

When the librarian finishes processing the book return, Bella finally abandons the desk to take a walk around the library. She pretends she’s searching the shelves, glancing between Renesmee’s paper in her hand and the books neatly arranged around her. But she can’t concentrate. She has to find the source of that smell before it drives her insane. She can feel her fingers twitching at her side, like they want to reach out and grab the scent in the air.

As an elderly lady with short white curls and pale, freckled skin passes her, Bella attempts to be subtle about leaning just a tiny bit closer and taking a sniff. Nope. She just smells like the posh perfume lingering on her soft blue coat, and hard candies.

Bella leaves the woman behind in the romance section and follows the aroma, as though there is a physical trail leading her towards the source. There is only one other person in the cramped library, a woman stretching up on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves. Being so close to her, the scent is now almost suffocating. Bella licks her lips and makes a beeline for her.

She swallows down the nervous lump in her throat as she approaches the woman. Part of her wants to offer to get the book for her, but it’s not like she could reach it, even if she took a running jump. Could she just climb the shelf? She’s pretty good at climbing these days… No, that would be weird as hell. So, she glances around for a moment before finding a stool and humming in victory. In a few long strides, she picks up the stool and carries it over to the struggling woman, feeling quite like a knight in shining armour in that moment.

“Here,” Bella clears her throat to get her attention. Her breath catches when the woman turns around to face her. She’s stunning. Bella thought the Cullens — and some of their friends — were the most beautiful people to walk the earth, but this girl… God, she could put the most gorgeous vampire in the world to shame. It makes her feel incredibly nervous all of a sudden, almost speechless. She only manages to force some words out when she realises she’s just standing there staring like a creep. “I, uh…” Bella whispers uselessly and holds the stool out. “You were, um… You couldn’t reach, so…”

“Oh. Thanks,” The stranger’s lips turn up into a sweet smile as she takes the stool from Bella. Bella thinks she might faint. The girl’s warm fingers brush against her own icy ones for just a moment when she hands the stool over, but it’s enough. Enough for a deep, twisting pain to settle in Bella’s heart — so brutal it ignites the memory of how her chest felt right after her nightmares when Edward left her. Bella gasps as her head spins and her gut clenches unpleasantly. A concerned furrow dips the stranger’s brows as she watches Bella. In that soft voice, she asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Bella parts her lips, lets out a shaky exhale and takes a step back. That one step away from the girl makes her feel like she needs to throw up. Her mind screams at her to close the distance again, to stay close to her. What the hell is going on? Her heart feels as though it might tear in half if she places another foot in the wrong direction. “Yeah.. Uh, you’re welcome…” Bella mumbles before turning away, ignoring the ache in her stomach as she leaves the stranger behind and rushes out of the library.

She heads straight to her car without Renesmee’s books and slams the door behind her as she flops into the driver’s seat. Burying her face in her hands, she takes a shaky breath — for the first time since becoming a vampire, not including when she fakes it around Charlie. Her whole body feels as though it is on fire, like she might explode at any moment.

Despite not being in the same building as the girl anymore, her sweet, sweet scent still lingers in Bella’s nose as though she’s right there. It makes a puddle of drool form in her mouth as her mind strays to a dangerous place. If she smells so good, she must taste absolutely divine—

“Fuck,” Bella hisses and smacks the steering wheel with the heel of her palm. “God damn it. Don’t think like that!” She continues to scold herself and let out muttered strings of curses as she starts the car up, the soft purr of the engine doing nothing to drown out her thoughts while she pulls out of the car park and speeds down the street. Desperately trying to put as much space between herself and that girl as possible before she marches back into that library and does something she regrets.

She’ll have to take Renesmee out for ice cream to make up for not getting her books…

#x reader #x reader fic #bella swan x reader #bella swan x you #bella swan x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight x you

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beatrice1979a · 7 months ago

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I Was Made for Loving you (The Re-verse)

Reverse Adrien lives in a world of fantasy

Anyway you want it - I Was Made for Lovin' You

Reverse Gabriel got a bootleg of a Supreme censored Hollywood movie for Adrien. He's a fan of romantic action films and keeps fantasizing about heroic adventures.

He's such a Marinette.

Reverse Marinette prefers underground french cinema and can't stand mainstream media. Adrien doesn't really mind. He watches his movie pretending to drink non-alcoholic spicy margarita (which is actually just plain Lemonade).

Inspired on The Fall Guy (the movie)

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Yungblud - I Was Made for Lovin' You (Kiss cover)

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extra: Yeah, Adrien is not the best at the Art of Bonsai

Pose base / references mostly stills from the trailer:

#tales of shadybug and claw noir #miraculous ladybug #reverse adrien #reverse marinette #b's art #yungblud #I was made for Lovin' You #kiss #the fall guy #Youtube #shadybug #ladybug #paw noir #claw noir #80s music #cover

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deonn-jaelle · 1 month ago

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break of dawn pt. 2

“i don’t want the sun to shine i wanna make love”

“i don’t know what im gon’ do i cant stop lovin’ you”

summary

you and your husband have busy schedules and haven’t seen each other in far too long. you crave his touch (and his dick) more and more as the days apart go on. when it finally comes time to go on a date after so long, you bring out a scandalous piece of clothing to make sure you both get a happy ending by the end of the night……or the beginning of the next day.

warnings❗️: LOTS OF SMUT

word count: 2,983

paring: aurélien x chef reader (black fem reader) (reader understands french)

note: hi everyone! i hope you enjoyed part one. if you haven’t read it please do. i had A TIME writing this yall, and it’s real spicy. it’s kinda long too so grab a snack. constructive criticism is always welcome and of course, enjoy!

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10:00pm

your date with your husband was filled with lots of talking, laughing, longing touches on each others legs under the table and the most intense eye contact. although you said you want to “talk to” your husband, and you did really miss talking to him you found yourself in your thoughts thinking of every single position he would put you in tonight. how many kisses it would take for you to beg for him. how his thick, heavy dick felt on your tongue. and his slight curve. you loved how his dick curved inside of you hitting spots you didn’t even know were there. the taste of the skin on his neck. his firm hands holding you lovingly, yet possessively as he took you from behind. the fact that you’re also ovulating makes everything so much harder for you.

does he know i’m ovulating? he must because there’s no way he’s been teasing me like this all night.

just as you thought that aurélien squeezes your thigh that rests on his own, leans in and whispers to you “i hope the baby we make tonight looks just like you”. you almost spit out your wine. “how the hell do you know i’m ovulating?” you say whisper yelling in confusion. he grabs your chin between his to fingers and makes you look at him in the eyes. his lips inch closer to yours, almost touching as you lift your head a bit to try and kiss him before slightly pulling back and says “J'ai hâte de t'enlever ces vêtements sexy” (i can’t wait to take these clothes off of you sexy). he slowly moves up you thigh. you instinctively part your legs a little for him showing your neediness for him. his pinky ever so gently grazes over you covered clit making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet so the other people at the restaurant don’t hear you. “behave aurélien. please. i can’t take the teasing anymore. i need you right now.” you say pleadingly, grabbing his shirt. looking at you with a half amused half serious face, chuckling a bit he says “oh i thought you just wanted to talk baby?” removing his hand from your underwear and leaning back into his chair. you rolled your eyes putting his hand back on your stocking covered knee. “i did….i still do but..we have four days to talk i need you to fuck me right now”. he looks at you with slightly wide eyes and raising his eyebrows. “okay okay, relax. i’ll give you what you want but roll your eyes again and this night will end a lot differently” he says stern and assertive. you obey “yes sir” smiling shyly not wanting to risk him not making you cum tonight.

10:30pm

the car ride home was almost quiet. just the sound of your husband kissing your hand and saying “missed you so much” and “i love you, ma femme” (my wife). it felt like he was driving at two miles an hour. you were going crazy in that car, anxiously waiting for him to pull into the driveway.

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11 o’clock

the second the door closed behind you aurélien attaches his lips to yours in a soft loving kiss which contrasted the feeling you both had in your lower regions. his hands slowly and softly roam your body. feeling down your ribs, your waist, your hips and finally your ass. he squeezes softly. “i love you so much mrs.tchouameni” and says with the most heartfelt look in his eyes making your heart swell. “i love you too mr.tchouameni” you say genuinely smiling, showing your dimples. he turns you around and begins to zip down your dress. his knuckles softly grazing over your back making you lean back into him. his hands find your hips and he pushes his hips into yours making you feel his growing erection. the two of you start walking slowly to your shared bedroom and he says to you from behind “you feel what you do to me” making you moan “everyday while i was away all i could think about was how beautiful you look taking my dick baby” he kisses your sweet spot, right under you ear causing another string of breathy moans out of you “Et comme tes jolis gémissements sonnent bien. juste pour moi” (and how good your pretty moans sound. just for me) pushing his hips against yours once more. “yes baby, only for you. fuck” whispering a curse at the end and arching your back making your ass push against him more.

your were so caught in the feeling of auréliens large hands on your hips and his warm bulge pressing into your ass that you didn’t even realize you had finally made it to the bedroom. you stand in front of the bed watching your husband pull off your shoes, touching over you sheer black knee high stockings, then your dress, showing the black lacey lingerie set he bought you months ago. he licks his bottom lip, salivating at how sexy you look in front of him.

Merde. C'est la plus belle femme que j'aie jamais vue. (damn. she’s the most beautiful woman i have ever seen)

he thinks. admiring you in all your glory. his hands explore your body touching your breasts. softly squeezing them. his hands travel down to the waistband of your panties just feeling the soft fabric on his hands. at this point your knees are weak and your heart is beating fast in anticipation. your panties are soaked to say the least. you can feel your wetness threatening to leak down your legs any second now.

he’s going too slow go me

you think to yourself

11:30pm

you grab his shirt and start to undo the buttons. “take it off” you say sharply, given a surprised look by your husband. “please” you say smiling. and he does. your mouth immediately goes to his chest, kissing and licking anything you can get your tongue on. you travel up to his neck, kissing, biting, and licking. your hands are holding tightly on to his pants wanting to rip them off. he moans “baby slow down, i always take care of you don’t i?” he says looking down at you “yes you do but you’ve been teasing me all night and i missed you so much. i just want you inside me. and-“ he cuts you off with a passionate needy kiss, grabbing your hand and making you feel his dick. “you want this dick baby? go ahead and take it” he says sitting on the bed. you waste no time taking off his pants and underwear. you get on your knees in front of him and take his thick length into your hands. massaging up and down his shaft. you moan at the sight of how hard he his for you. you lick long stipes up his dick before you finally take the sticky tip into your mouth. he groans loudly and rests his hand in your braids as you begin to suck and bob your head up and down. “ Tu suces si bien cette bite bébé. tellement bien. (you suck this dick so good baby. so good.) you moan on his dick at the sound of him praising you in his native language. he grips your braids and slightly, pulls you back as he starts to feel his release creeping up on him “not yet mon sucre, i’m cumming inside you tonight. come here” (my sugar). he lays down and montions you to sit on his face. you climb up his body and hover when you get to where he wants you. he kisses your inner thighs sweetly looking up at you.

“look at me”

you do.

“i want you to listen okay?”

“yes baby”

“i’m going to take my time with you. cherish every sound, every shake, and squeeze. i’m going to make love to you, until i see the sun peak through the curtains. and i want you to let me love how i want. no rushing. just me and you”

a short silence fell among you.

“okay….okay. i trust you aurél”

until sun rise? yeah i’m definitely not walking tomorrow you think

“Tu ne quitteras pas cette pièce tant que je ne saurai pas que j'ai mis un bébé en toi (you’re not leaving this room until i know i put a baby in you)”

11:45pm

you were about to laugh but were cut off by aurélien swiftly pulling your panties to the side and softly sucking your clit. “fuck” you moaned. his hands gripped your thighs firmly making sure you didn’t move. he sucked and licked every inch of your heat always keeping his eyes on yours. he let go of one thigh putting two fingers into you flicking them harshly against your gspot. “yes just like that baby” you moan shakily. he does as he’s told and continues to eat you like youre his very last meal. “are you gonna cum for me?” he says still finger fucking you “y-yes yes i’m gonna cum” you cry out loudly. he reattaches his mouth to your clit and sucks harder making you cry out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear you “aurélien!!!! yeeeeeeeesss”. you shook and squeezed his head with your thighs. he continued to suck you making you let out a high pitched whine “baby wait i-it’s too much”. he doesn’t stop. you know why. he wants you to squirt for him.

11:57pm

he sucks harder, removing his fingers from you to hold you tighter to his mouth. “ooohhhh fuuuckkk” you whine unbelievably loud as you let out a hot, wet squirt all over his face and chest. and he takes it all, drinking you up as if he was dehydrated. you thought he was gonna stop there……but he didn’t.

what the hell? is he trying to give me a heart attack?

“aurél what are you doing” you half moan half scream as you try your best to catch your breath. “i wanna taste you again” he says against you. “i want you to cum on my tongue again baby” giving his attention back to your glistening vagina.

oh my god this fool is pussy drunk. i can’t feel my legs.

you thought.

12:05am

you didn’t say a word because you knew there was no stopping him. instead you braced yourself for the earth shattering orgasm you felt already building up inside you. he reached one hand up to play with your nipples, giving you extra stimulation. he puts his tongue inside you exploring your insides. “oh my god baby fuck i’m cumming againnnnnn” you yell out gripping his hair to try ground yourself as tears fall from your eyes. your vision leaves you and your ears ring as your second orgasm ripped through every nerve in your body.

your husband sits up so that youre straddling his brick hard dick as he holds you close, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you come back down to earth. “you still there baby?” you hum in response because you don’t know words at this point.

it’s only 12:11am and i’m already worn out. i need his dick inside me. you thought.

J'espère qu'elle est prête. Je dois rattraper le temps perdu. Je suis sur le point de la baiser si bien (i hope she’s ready. i need to make up for lost time. im about to fuck her so good.) he thought.

you both sit there for a couple of minutes

12:22am

you began to rock your hips against his dick, spreading your arousal all over his shaft, making him moan and kiss you letting you tastes yourself. you share a long passionate kiss as you get yourself off on his dick from the outside. “are you ready for me mon sucre?” “yes. please fuck me now.” you say kissing his jaw, tasting your left over liquids. without skipping a beat he flips you over so that he is on top of you and lines himself up with your plush, dripping entrance. you wrap you legs around his hips forcing him to push his tip in a little causing you both to gasp. he puts his weight on his arms and he slowly pushes into you. his lips caught between his teeth and his face in your neck smelling your perfume. “you smell so good baby”. you moan in response. you feel him stretching you out more and more. pushing deeper and deeper hitting your cervix. you feel like you’re spilt open. you squeeze around him a few times trying to get used to the feeling of him after so long. “mmm you’re so big. your dick feels so fucking good inside me baby. i missed this so much mmm” you say into his ear holding onto him closely. “i love this pussy bébé” he responds.

12:36am

he begins to speed up his thrusts, keeping them long to make sure you feel every single inch he has. the sounds of your skin connecting with his, his panting and moaning in your ears and the lewd squelching of your vagina sucking his dick in are sounds you’ve never been more happy to hear. “fuck you make me so wet aurélien” “ you fuck me so good ah”. the sound of you praising him makes him fuck you harder. he can’t get enough of it . you notice and keep talking “i love it when you fuck me hard like this. keep going, just like that” he grabs one of your stocking covered legs, puts it over his shoulder and puts his body weight on it to make sure you stay open. you feel him deeper making you gasp for air and claw at this bicep. your husband puts his hand around your neck and adds a light amount of pressure, making sure he doesn’t hurt you. the feeling of his cold wedding ring against your hot skin makes you hum and arch up to him.”look at me” your eyes go from watching him pound in and out of you to meet his, filled with pure lust “you love your husband’s dick right bébé”. you say nothing. you can’t form a sentence because you’re too focused on the creeping feeling of your third orgasm. you moan trying your best to answer him. he doesn’t like that and squeezes your neck a little bit tighter, slowing his strokes, making you whine. “answer me and i’ll let you cum” you try and try but nothing come out. he keeps his pace and put his lips back on your neck. he snakes his hand down and begins to rub your clit gently. “i know you can do it pretty girl”………………..“fuck yes y-yes i love my husband’s dick. i love it i love it so much.” you moan out. “mmmm good girl”.

12:57am

satisfied he speeds up again but this time at a speed you’re not even sure how you’re able to take. he assaults your clit, loving how you squeeze around him. he twitches inside you coming so close to his release. “cum with me. i wanna feel you cum when i do. cum for me baby” he says slamming into you. “uuugghhhh oh my god yesss fuck” “ooohhhhh yes baby” you both say in unison. you both cum together. he spills his hot white seed into you covering every inch of you pussy. scratching and biting each other. shaking and squeezing each other tight. he pulls out of you slowly. he rolled off of you, laying on your side and pulls your head on his chest. you can hear his heart pounding, yours doing the same. he gently caressed your back and kissed your head.

you both laid there in silence enjoying the post orgasm bliss.

1:15am

“i missed this” he says finally breaking the silence. “me too. you make me so happy” “not happier than you make me” he says touching your braids and kissing your forehead. you chuckle, kissing his chest. “my fingers can’t do what you can. i was never satisfied while you were away”. he began to grow hard again at the thought of you with your fingers inside your pussy trying to fuck yourself as good as he does. you felt his hardness growing on you stomach. “neither was i. even when i watched the videos of us it wasn’t the same as having you under me” he says softly, making you squeeze around nothing as you feel the excess cum drips out of you. feeling aroused again and slightly sore from the force of your man’s thrusting you gaze over at the clock on your nightstand. “you know….its only 1:23 and i don’t think im pregnant yet” “so what do you want to do about that mon sucre?” you straddle him, put your lips up to his ear and began to stroke his dick with your hand “i want you to take the rest of my clothes off” refering to the stockings and lingerie you still had on “and let me ride you until my knees give out” “mmmmm that’s sound like a good plan” he smiles kissing you “mmm and i heard backshots are good for making twins” “oh you want twins?” “mhm” “well let me give my wife twins” he says seductively as he pushes himself inside you.

i hope he’s excited for four more days and nights of fucking like this because i don’t stop ovulating until after he leaves. you think to yourself as you began to bounce on him slowly.

J'espère qu'elle sait que je vais la baiser comme ça tous les soirs jusqu'à ce que je parte (i hope she knows im gonna fuck her like this every night until i leave). he thinks at the same time gripping your hips and slightly speeding up his thrusts.

and thats the end!! i hope you all enjoyed. i’ll probably write again soon so we’ll see what i come up with next. i can’t bring myself to write anything short. i’m just too into the details so sorry if you don’t like long fics. anyway, please like, comment and repost. love yall🤍

#aurelien tchouameni #aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurélien smut #aurélien fic #aurélien x black reader #Spotify

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moon-is-a-cryptid · 2 years ago

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AH! HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE!

Pro-Hero Shoto goes to visit his family! (In a world where endeavor is somewhat forgiven and Rei is back home and safe). And because Fuyumi is the way she is, she asks Shoto to bring his girlfriend(reader) and Nastuo, Rei, and Enji second that because they all want to know the mystery girl who makes Shoto light up so much is. (and endeavor really wants to know how to make shoto like him).

So when Shoto and reader get there its a nice greeting with everyone and through out the dinner and rest of the time they are there Reader is constantly praising Shoto, Cupping his cheeks, tracing his scar in an affectionate way, ruffling his hair, So many words of affirmation, Just all in all praising him and making him feel special. And Every time Shoto just Lights UP.

And on top of that reader is so polite and gets along with absolutely everyone.

Lemon, my sweet honey pot is it too late to say I love you and that brain of yours 😩🫶🏻 this is such a good idea!

Summer lovin’

⭐️pairing: Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

⭐️CW: pure tooth rotting fluff

⭐️Type and A/N: placed in the summertime, preexisting relationship, despite my hate for enji I made him tolerable if the dress isn't your style feel free to change it! had Summer Nights from Grease playing in my head while I wrote this, used a french nickname for sho because I live in a world where sho dates someone who knows another language, I've given the reader a quirk as well

Mon chéri- My darling

As the car pulls to a stop outside of the Todoroki household, you feel your heartbeat quicken. Shoto steps out of the car and you watch as he walks around to open the door for you, offering his hand out you gratefully take it to exit the car. "Are you sure you're okay with this my love?" He asks while you smooth out your dress, "Mon chéri, I told you its okay, we've been together a while I should meet them" You look up at him with a soft smile. You two have been together for almost a year and have dodged meeting them for Shoto's anxiety and your own. His father, although forgiven was still tactical about Shoto as a hero, worried he wouldn't approve as the quirk you have isn't quite a match for his quirk. He had pestered Shoto about it a few times after finding out about the girlfriend Shoto had acquired.

After a few seconds, you and Shoto make your way to the door, his hand intertwined with yours, he knocks. Rei opens the door "Shoto!" she smiles, giving him a small hug "and you must be Miss. Y/n, I'm Shotos mother Rei. So nice to meet you" she beams giving you a small bow that you return. Shoto guides you into the house, both of you slipping off your shoes before making your way to the living room where Enji and Natsou sit on the couch, with backs toward you watching a sports event. Shoto clears his throat to get their attention, the loose grip you had on his hand tightens as Natsou leans his head back and Enji turns.

"Whoa, Shoto! you actually brought her! i was starting to think you'd, made her up" Natsou laughs standing up from the couch. "I'm Natsuo" Natsou ruffled Shoto's hair "This guy's big brother" you giggle and give a small bow "Y/N L/N, but please call me Y/N" Shoto grunts moving his head away from his older sibling, his eyes meet yours and fill with adoration as you reach up and fix his now erratic locks. With a small bow of the head while still fixing Shotos hair "Nice to meet you Endeavor."

"Enji, you may call me Enji while you are here" Enji Stands to bow Shotos eyes flick to him, the solemn expression returning to his face "If you'd like to sit we are watching the sports festival for this year, Rei and Fyumi are finishing up lunch." Enji sits back down "you can meet Fyumi later lets let them finish" Shoto softly says as he guides you to the couch with Natsou taking a seat in the chair next to Enji. Shoto takes your hand once again in his, rubbing soft circles into your knuckles to help ease your anxiety. the awkward silence making the air feel thick enough to cut through is present for about five minutes before Enji breaks it "So, Y/N," you turn your head in Enjis direction with a curious look, ready to answer any questions thrown at you "since Shoto refuses to tell me, I must ask what is your quirk?" heat rises to your cheeks turning them a Small shade of pink. "oh uhm-" is all you can get out before Shoto speaks up "father, didn't mom tell you to be nice?" the slightly annoyed tone in his voice tells you Shoto is on edge with his anxiety as well. "Sho, Mon chéri it's okay I can tell him" You softly smile at Enji "My quirk is called Green House, When I activate my quirk I can make plants grow, depending on how strong of emotion I put forth will affect the Plants strength and my ability to use them" you stick your hand out and sprout a lotus flower to fill your palm "I can grow them out of my skin or in a medium area of land around me, i just have to get plenty of sun and water to make them grow"

As you are explaining the extent of your quirk to Enji, Natsou's eyes flick from the TV to Shoto. Shoto's eyes have softened from his usual solemn expression, a smile tugging on his mouth as he looks at you with what can be described as pure love. "and what do you do with this quirk? If you're a hero I haven't heard about you." Enji gruffed out "oh well, I run a flower shop!" you return with the pink in your cheeks deepening Enji lets out a 'hm' before Rei enters the room snapping everyone's attention "Lunch is ready and on the table"

Shoto pulls out a chair for you to sit down before sitting himself down beside you, the table set with plates of Karaage. Fyumi sits across from you "Oh you must be Y/N, Shoto has told me all about you when we have our lunches!" Fyumi smiles, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose "Shoto talks about you a lot as well Fyumi, its nice to meet you" you bow your head slightly as everyone begins to eat their lunch, Rei and Fyumi asks you questions as to what you do for a living, what school you went to, how you and Shoto met. with each answer, your anxiety lessens. Looking over at Shoto beside you as you tell the story of how you met when Shoto used your flower shop as a hideout from crazed fans and paparazzi, Fyumi and Rei witness the same look Natsuo did when you had been talking about your quirk, and how Shoto seems to only fall deeper in love when you take your napkin to wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

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1, 4, 19, 29 and 30? :]

Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

Her name is/was Cloudy! She's a weird bug-like alien who I'm currently figuring out what to do with because she's a huge self-insert and I feel like I can't do much with her in her current state because I have trouble putting a pin in what makes me "me" so writing her is difficult. I'm trying to make her have more elements of myself and not be entirely a me-stand-in, if that makes sense. No idea what to do with her otherwise! She also has a friend, Shadowmoore, and a friend/love interest, Quinen, a bug alien girl and bug alien guy respectively. They're all equally old because I liked the idea of trios as a kid hehe

4. What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

Whew boy I actually think about this a lot...I have a list of songs that I think fit my ocs in some way, here it is in all its (current) glory (I have way more ocs than this but these are the ones I found songs for):

The Surgeon

Sexual Healing--Marvin Gaye

Shake the Disease--Depeche Mode

Strangelove--Depeche Mode

Bad Medicine--Bon Jovi

I Want a New Drug--Huey Lewis and the News

The Paramedic

Otome Dissection--DECO*27

I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire--The Inkspots

My Name Is…--DECO*27

Call Me--Blondie

I Wanna Dance With Somebody--Whitney Houston

The Renegade

The Reflex--Duran Duran

Oh No!--Marina and the Diamonds

Somebody That I Used To Know--Gotye

Your Love--The Outfield

When Doves Cry--Prince

Little Lion Man--Mumford and Sons

The Merchant

Cookie Scene--The Go! Team

Bad Reputation--Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

The Secret Life of Me--Waterparks

Bad Romance--Lady Gaga

One Week--Barenaked Ladies

Red Wine Supernova--Chappell Roan

HOT TO GO!--Chappell Roan

You Didn’t Have To Be So Nice--The Lovin’ Spoonful

Q--DECO*27

Lavender

Summer in the City--The Lovin’ Spoonful

The Hitman

Mask of My Own Face--Lemon Demon

Drunk--The Living Tombstone

Jean Doe

Eighth Wonder--Lemon Demon

I Would Die 4 U--Prince

As far as "what music would they listen to" I do have some ideas:

The Merchant would like hard-girl-pop (whatever genre Remi Wolf and Marina and the Diamonds are) and Chappell Roan (once again hard-girl-pop and she's also a lesbian like her). Anything upbeat with an edge to it, really. She'd probably also like punk rock, like Weezer or the Beastie Boys or Blink-182, anything catchy and just a bit cheesy/lame (I mean this affectionately). Also Joan Jett and Heart! Anything with women who rock and go hard, really

The Surgeon would listen to depeche mode because they have odd yet darkly erotic vibes. I feel like he'd be into that weird kind of new wave 80s music in general. He also probably listens to horribly numbing elevator jazz (also saying this affectionately as someone who loves this music too). POV you're getting stitches and the doctor won't stop humming along to the "your call is put on hold" music he's blasting in the background

The Paramedic also likes depeche mode for the same reasons. Other than that I can't think of music she'd like...maybe someday I will think up more for her

Q loves bubblegum pop. He'd also like cheery love songs, probably from the 60s or earlier because they tend to have no swearing or overtly sexual themes. She's not a prude, he just gets squeamish around listening to that kind of thing. I feel like Q would also listen to a lot of chiptune and video game soundtracks (Bubblegum K.K. from animal crossing comes to mind as a potential fave of hers)

Jean Doe would listen to breakcore and metal, anything loud with a lot of bass (partially because they're hard of hearing and like feeling the music). They probably prefer instrumental songs over songs with lyrics. They're also very proudly french canadian so there's probably some underground drum-and-bass group from canada that they really like, but alas, I am not super into that genre so I do not know any specific artists they'd listen to...

The Renegade would be a total music snob about her favorite genre...but I have no idea what she's listen to. I almost wanna go the classic "stuck up formal lady listens to only classical/orchestral music" route but I feel like it might be more interesting if her favorite music genre was something unexpected for someone to be snobbish about, like non-serious rap or boy bands or joke/parody songs or something. Starting to actually like the "she's stuck up about the quality of parody songs" concept. She'll put on The Saga Begins by Weird Al and pour a glass of red wine before launcing into a tasteful rant about the ingenuity of using American Pie to create a star wars parody (it's clever and funny on a surface level but it also accurately captures the musical odyssey that is American Pie combined with the sprawling narrative that is star wars, you see, so it has immense dual thematic value--)

Other than that I have no other music thoughts...too many ocs not enough brain space lol but I especially love thinking about their music tastes :D

19. What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

That's funny that this question mentions dreams because I do have a character who is inspired by a weird recurring nightmare I used to have. Still working on how to fit him into my story as a whole but he's neat I think. Most of my other story ideas are just things I find interesting or messed up or cool or compelling tbh :)

29. What was your first fandom you were in? Did you make any art/fanfic for it?

I joined tumblr back in 2016 for steven universe actually! I was also into homestuck at the time so those were my main two fandoms. I still think fondly of homestuck (mainly the intermission though) and although I never finished steven universe I still think it's a pretty cute show. I didn't start making fanart until mid-2020 (I literally only drew my ocs haha) and I started writing fanfic (again only wrote about my ocs) in early 2023

30. How are you doing? <3

I'm doing good! And thank you for asking about my guys!! I do think of them a lot :)

#long post #asks for me #talking #mutual shenanigans #my ocs

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 04/05/2024 (Taylor Swift, Tommy Richman, Kendrick Lamar's "euphoria")

Just a week after her album’s impact, Taylor’s been dethroned by… Sabrina Carpenter! She grabs her first #1 on the UK Singles Chart with the smash hit “Espresso” and welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

content warning: language, Yeat praise

Rundown

As always, let’s start with the notable dropouts, which are songs exiting the UK Top 75 - that’s what I cover - after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. Now this week, we bid adieu to: “The Tortured Poets Department” by Taylor Swift (it got three-song-ruled and dropped out from #3, more on that later), “act II: date @ 8” by 4batz featuring a remix by Drake (not his best week, more on that later), “Von dutch” by Charli XCX, “Kitchen Stove” by Pozer, “Whatever” by Kygo and Ava Max, “Murder on the Dancefloor” by Sophie Ellis-Bextor and FINALLY, “Lovin’ on Me” by Jack Harlow.

As for our gains, we see healthy boosts for “Pedro” by Jaxomy, Agatino Romero and the late Raffaella Carrá at #60, “Outside of Love” by Becky Hill at #54, “Evergreen” by Richy Mitch & the Coal Miners at #46, “The Sound of Silence” by Disturbed at #42 (yeesh), “These Words” by Badger and Natasha Bedingfield at #22, “I Don’t Wanna Wait” by David Guetta and OneRepublic at #20 - I guess obvious covers and remixes have a good week - then finally, a song hitting the top 10 I’m personally very happy with: “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” by Shaboozey at #6. #1 incoming? Please?

We also continue to see the rise or, rather, resurgence of Amy Winehouse’s catalogue due to the biopic, with “Valerie” with Mark Ronson at #38, “Back to Black” at #39, and a re-entry for “Tears Dry on Their Own” at #49, which peaked at #16 when Ye’s “Stronger” was #1 in 2007. On that same album, he says he hates Nazis, look how far we’ve come. Anyways, “Tears Dry” contains a sample of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”, made famous by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell, which didn’t chart in its original form for the longest time here. It peaked at #6 in 1970 but only in the form of a cover by Diana Ross, whose version charted whilst Freda Payne’s “Band of Gold” was #1 - just shows that we don’t really remember the bigger hits of the time. The Boys Town Gang reached #46 with their cover in 1981, Whitehouse and Jocelyn Brown both charted with covers coincidentally in August of 1998 - they peaked at #60 and #35 respectively - and finally, the original first charted at #80 in 2013, amazingly still its peak, and briefly re-entered earlier this year. “Tears Dry” itself was sampled the last time Amy made the top 40 in 2023, with Skepta’s #28-peaking tribute “Can’t Play Myself”.

As for our top five this week, we start in the dregs with “i like the way you kiss me” by Artemas at #5, “Beautiful Things” by Benedict Cumberbatch at #4, “Too Sweet” by Hozier at #3, then of course Taylor Swift’s “Fortnight” featuring Post Malone at #2 and “Espresso” at #1. It’s an interesting one today, folks, with a lot of unique and frankly, fantastic stuff to cover, so let’s start with… Kygo?

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#75 - “For Life” - Kygo and Zak Abel featuring Nile Rodgers

Produced by Kygo, Nile Rodgers, Ollie Green and Franklin

I’m honestly a bit surprised Kygo is still notching chart hits, especially without a big name attached this time. Sure, Nile Rodgers is a legend, but he’s doing so much dance-pop garbage in his later years that I don’t think many people check specifically for his collaborations, so there’s got to be something in this that’s unique, right? Aaaaaaand it’s a sample. It’s a nostalgia bait sample of a 2000s EDM track because of course it is. French house act Modjo debuted with “Lady - Hear Me Tonight”, which spent two weeks at #1 in 2000 and is an absolute classic I still return to today, even if Modjo were basically a one-hit wonder. “Lady” of course is built on a sample of “Soup for One” by Rodgers’ own band CHIC, which comes from a 1982 soundtrack album, never charted and kind of been eclipsed by “Lady”, largely because the original is honestly pretty bad, uninteresting and surprisingly stiff for an 80s funk track, with some of the weakest and most slap-dash implementation of synths. “Lady” really took the best parts of that song - its undeniable guitar melody, that isn’t even put to great use in the original - and constructed an entirely new, incredible song out of it. So I can’t tell if it’s pathetic and desperate for Rodgers to try and reclaim it, or something that speaks to the power of musical transformation. Oh, what am I kidding? It’s Kygo, it’s just kind of boring. It’s a rote piano house track that goes for the same tropical atmosphere Kygo has been doing for years - a lot of the same festival synths are there, it’s all full of bubbly swooshing that actively sound like pastel colours. The only real hook of the song is taken from Modjo and re-sang by Zak Abel, with slight lyric modifications taken from the “I’m Good (Blue)” department of refusing to allow for fun in your dance songs, and even that just feels desperate. What did Nile Rodgers even do here, man? Sign a legal document saying you can use the hook? It’s not even his Goddamn hook.

#69 - “Solo” - Myles Smith

Produced by Peter Fenn

Myles Smith is a singer-songwriter I hadn’t heard of until today but has been active since at least last year and is making at least some consistent buzz so I was interested to see what his first slow-burning chart hit here has to offer and… are we just, IN, 2012, 2013 now? We had festival house with the last song, the next song is heavily Yeezus-inspired, and this is a full-on Aloe Blacc stomp-rock song. It isn’t bad either - I actually had to get used to hearing his richer voice on this kind of scattered clap-stomp-holler folk track, and whilst this is nothing unique given the solemn pianos, spattering of strings and of course, that jingling indie folk rolick, that doesn’t feel particularly organic on this one, it still is far from bad. The lyrics are somewhat generic but not in an awful way, and the “so low”/”solo” double meaning is somewhat clever or at least, would be if in the context of the song, they actually meant separate things. It’s a bit annoying that it’s the main conceit because both have negative connotations for Mr. Smith here, so it just feels like he’s repeating himself rather than elaborating on his feelings or presenting a dichotomy. I imagine it’ll be a lost on a few people due to botched execution, which bothers me because it was an active attempt at clever songwriting that gets kind of lost in sonic translation. This sounds like I’m picking apart the song’s flaws but it is really just a fine little woodlands jams with a great singer, infectious hook and by the end, a damn fine melodramatic string section. I can see it growing on me, especially due to its gorgeous outro, but for right now, I’m somewhat lukewarm, not going to raise a fuss if it ends up smashing though and in a Noah Kahan world, I suppose it’s quite likely.

#64 - “If We Being Real” - Yeat

Produced by Synthetic, Radiate, Fendii, LRBG, Perdu and Dreamr

So terrible news: I like Yeat now. I’m still not granting him his silly little umaluts, and I won’t go too in-depth here, mostly because there’s another song worthy of in-depth analysis, and every piece Yeat’s put out fits into the jigsaw of the album’s narrative as a whole… it would require a lot more time and space, and frankly words, that I’m willing to give #64. No track feels unnecessary on 2093, the atmosphere is consistent across all 24 tracks, and lyrically, it’s a concept album, which I would have never expected from Yeat and he pulls it off brilliantly both sonically and thematically without straining himself to areas he probably couldn’t reach like trying to be super lyrical or stepping away from rage pads. Given the album’s experimentation and length, I wasn’t surprised by the lukewarm commercial reception, but I did at least expect maybe the songs with Future, Wayne or Drake on the deluxe, to have charted by now, when this hasn’t even happened in the US. So when the penultimate track on an album that’s over an hour in its standard issue becomes his first solo hit in the top 75, I have to assume TikTok virality is involved.

Regardless, I’m glad it’s here because it’s brilliant. Sonically as a separate track, it’s one extended verse over a corrupted industrial beat that cracks in right after a mystical intro full of textured but meandering strings, that get swooshed out of existence by a cinematic, malfunctioning clunker incorporating Yeat’s inhuman ad-libs, manipulated behind vocal recognition, into infectious loops within the beat. This is one of few songs - another’s coming later - where I can understand the sheer amount of producers. Lyrically, the title refers to Yeat or more accurately, his psychopathic billionaire character, attempting to shed some of his CEO veneer and ultimately failing, adopting a lot of the violent, power-hungry rhetoric the rest of the album relies on, making it a pretty ironic and depressing title, especially when considering its place in the rest of the album, coming right before the… actually honest and heartbreaking closer, “1093”. In the backhalf of this album, Yeat’s bragging sounds increasingly monotone and routine, and him rapping in and out of distorted filters or going up and down from his traditional murmur to a choking yell, exemplifies how sick and tired he is of the lyfestyle he curated for himself. This song in particular ends with him barely on beat for a beat that doesn’t even really have a beat, becoming a factorial ambiance more so than anything coherently rhythmic. I have no idea why this song in particular is going viral - it doesn’t have a chorus or even really some of the catchier, more potent lyrics on the album, and its beat barely functions as such for the vast majority of the song - Hell, it’s not even one of the album’s integral moments like the opener, “Bought the Earth”, “ILUV”, “Shade”, “Riot & Set it off”, or really countless others, but I’m not complaining because the sound design, the care placed into thematic and narrative consistency, it’s all still here. This is a 10/10 album, and if this song gets more people to check it out, I really can’t be upset with that.

#58 - “Love Me JeJe” - Tems

Produced by Guilty Beatz and Spax

So what’s “Love Me JeJe” actually mean? Well, in Nigerian Pidgin, it means “gentle” or “tender”, and the use of a more regional term rather than the English actually contributes greatly to why I think this song works: Tems’ buttery voice has always been able to display both coldness and a sensual warmth, often at the same time, but on some of the bubbliest guitars I’ve heard over an Afrobeats rhythm since the genre started charting consistently, she’s fully in that second category. Hell, most of the lyrics are pretty basic here, especially the practically meaningless chorus, but that’s to its benefit because thinking too much about this song defeats its purpose: to be gentle. It’s a frankly adorable expression of love and care at its most optimistic extent possible. Despite the clean, tropical percussion, it still feels cute and homegrown. Hell, the second verse, after a nice back-and-forth choir vocal, even references the Nigerian electricity provider that’s apparently nationally infamous for its power outages, with the lyric comparing the love she feels with her partner to the feeling when electricity comes back on in the village and all her neighbours inform the locals. Combine that with how breezy this is, the easy-flowing bridge into an outro full of murmuring, chatter and reverb-drenched laughing, it just makes for a really cute, likeable song. Not necessarily what I expected out of a lead single from Tems, but a delightful surprise. Now to balance that with pure hatred.

#50 - “euphoria” - Kendrick Lamar

Produced by Cardo, Kyuro, Sounwave, Johnny Juliano, Yung Exclusive and Matthew “MTech” Bernard

There’s part of me that finds it quite funny that Drake gets into serious beef with an incredibly analytical and perfectionist rapper like Kendrick right after putting out his own exposé of himself. For All the Dogs is as much of a dissection of Aubrey Drake Graham, albeit perhaps unintentionally, as Kendrick or really anyone could perform, as long as you’re paying attention. It’s been like that (no pun intended) for a while, but his latest is the most obvious and desperate attempt at clinging to status and image that it places his insecurities fully on display. You could recite lyrics from that album on a jazz beat and call it a diss track, so the fact that Kendrick went back to back with damn near dissections of Drake’s paranoia - especially on the Instagram follow-up track he made that is chilling - as well as a myriad of different issues he has with Drake, simply because… well, he doesn’t fuck with Drake. One could argue that this feud is complex and storied, with so many different beligerents… but the motives behind it are genuinely a lot simpler than most rap feuds, and the diss tracks that are made from it are way more straightforward. They just outline the reasons they dislike each other, almost systematically, it’s genuinely refreshing, or at least a lot more than what’s going on with Quavo and Chris Brown, yeesh.

This track in particular is as calculated as can be, acting as a dissertation on why K-Dot doesn’t really like Drake too much. It’s condescending, damn near academic, with its smooth jazz intro and categorical shoot down of each possible avenue you could hit Drake from. We have sextuple entendres on this thing, a total of three beats, two of which are cheap-sounding but absolutely murderous drill bangers, and Genius annotations that rival War and Peace when combined. I’m not a lyrical expert, and there’s so much in here that I didn’t get until I was pointed towards that direction by Genius annotations, Reddit, X, or, embarrassingly, YouTube Shorts. You don’t need to research or analyse for this to hit hard though, there are plenty of lines that aren’t going over anyone’s heads… until you look into the exact way the bars are constructed and suddenly they have 20 double meanings and hidden easter eggs. This is really sheer venom, filled with so many layers that I wouldn’t be surprised if he genuinely wins a GRAMMY for it - and it would be in character considering Drake doesn’t even nominate his songs anymore. It’s already having an effect too, that 4batz album came out today, and he’s not signed to OVO as rumoured. Ye’s on the record… but not the already existing and heavily-streamed Drake remix. Already, he may be losing some of that prestige.

As far as it is sonically, it’s six minutes of murder, and Kendrick’s delivery is energised, violent, damn near deranged at times, to perfectly balance how, somewhat subtly through his meta commentary about his own bars and albums, the lyrics are basically an essay. It has an introduction, a conclusion, a hypothesis, written examples, he even presents counter-arguments and weaves them into his own analysis. By the time he was going extremely in-depth about his experiences as a father, and just repeating that Drake knows nothing about that, it almost felt like overkill. My personal favourite lines and ideas presented here are the concise slow dagger of the intro verse, the “Demun”/”throwaway” scheme, the voice and character he puts on between “Cutthroat business” and “I’ll explain that phrase” - he’s like a disappointed teaching assistant, obviously the YNW Melly line and its set-up, the incredible Daft Punk line that got a cackle out of me on first listen, then followed up by a mocking interpolation of one of Drake’s most revered songs, the straightforward rant about everything he hates that references an iconic moment of DMX’s trademark honesty (rest in peace), the “record” scheme in verse three, and when he started the fake Canadian accent, I just lost it. Drake’s biggest weakness here is that when he’s funny, I’m laughing at him, but when Kendrick’s funny, I’m laughing with him, and much louder. If he does respond, unless the man tells us that Kendrick’s whole life and career has been a farce, or he brings, like, the actual former President Obama on the track or something, I can’t see how it tops this. This is one of the best diss tracks ever in terms of sheer detail, and might honestly be one of the greatest throwaway rap singles period. It’ll be tough to beat.

#31 - “MILLION DOLLAR BABY” - Tommy Richman

Produced by Max Vossberg, Jonah Roy, Mannyvelli, Sparkheem and Kavi

This is the sudden breakout hit for Virginia rapper-turned-singer Tommy Richman, which actually comes in two versions on Spotify, the original and a more distorted “VHS” version. Also, this is brilliant. Sure, Richman just sounds like Brent Faiyaz, but a trend I haven’t been able to talk about on here necessarily but has been very exciting for me is the return of grittier, groovier synth funk and hyphy beats into underground hip hop and R&B, with this representing the more melodic end of that sound, which is typically restricted to Midwest and Dirty South rappers. The sound design on this one is actually even unique to that sound, starting with a bizarrely British-sounding Memphis rap vocal loop which I think isn’t a sample and is just him doing a bad impression, filtered below an infectious beat that actually took me by surprise. It even has cowbells and the type of punchy jabbing drums that I love from classic southern rap, but instead of the smooth-talking rappers you usually expect over this, we get a Brent Faiyaz impression that didn’t click with me until hearing this song. I never really got his appeal until I hear it over this and I start to realise the very distinct new jack swing element to his vocals, as he pretty seamlessly transitions from soulful double-tracked harmonies to much more rhythmic, half-rap flows. Now this ISN’T Brent Faiyaz… and I still don’t really like Brent Faiyaz, but hearing his wannabes I think helped me gather what was distinct about him, and the literal Richman North of Richmond here pitting his filtered splatter of vocal ideas and riffs over the beat in a very Devil-may-care fashion exemplifies the elements I do like about him, just with an instrumental that I personally like a lot more. Also, the VHS version is labelled as such but is really just like a bass-boosted version of the song that sounds like it was done in 10 seconds in Audacity, though the vocal mixing sounds a bit different too. I would love for someone to explain why that was the version I ended up adding to my playlist, because I couldn’t tell you.

#8 - “I Can Do It with a Broken Heart” - Taylor Swift

Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift

I know I wrote my whole Taylor spiel last week, but I’m not bothered about this one at all, and I really did expect it to be a fan favourite, mostly because, as the one track I actually enjoy on the standard version, she’s having fun! The lyrics are actively vapid, which doesn’t feel like the intention when she’s singing over soppy adult contemporary but very much feeds into the almost childish character she plays here over synthpop with an actual pulse. The synths here sound like a theme park she’s taking the boy to, especially with the backing vocals and chatter samples implemented into the ambiance and classic Antonoff wonky synths - though some of this doesn’t even sound like it’s in his ballpark. Like were Marian Hill or Sofi Tukker ghost-producing this? Some of these loop choices and flashy sound effects are frankly ridiculous, in the best way of course because the song is camp and fun. Sure, some of Taylor’s lyrics still come off a bit awkward, mostly because of her choice of slower melodies sometimes clashing with the fast-paced patter of the synthscape, but that’s a nitpick. I do love this song, I think it’s fun, Hell, I think it’s funny which is something Taylor has always kind of failed to translate to me in the past, so that is something. I just don’t think we have the same sense of humour. Does she like Norm Macdonald? I don’t feel like she does. Correct me if I’m wrong, Swifties.

Conclusion

It should be incredibly obvious who gets Best of the Week, it’s Kenny, easily, with “euphoria”, and I’m sorry, Swifties, but Yeat better. “If We Being Real” takes away with the Honourable Mention pretty easily as well, though really, strong competition and strong week all around - Tems was close too. There can’t be a Dishonourable Mention in this climate so, Worst of the Week goes to Kygo and Zak Abel for “For Life” that “features” Nile Rodgers, it genuinely just is a lazy template of a song. As for what’s on the horizon, I’m not sure. Dua’ll have some impact, but outside of that, time may have to tell. For now, thank you for reading, long live Cola Boyy, and I’ll see you next week!

#uk singles chart #song review #pop music #kendrick lamar #drake #taylor swift #kygo #zak abel #nile rodgers #yeat #tommy richman #tems #myles smith

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morerandombullshit · 7 months ago

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Gambit headcanons because I'm still in denial like, a month later he's alive and well i swear

(idk the original artist so i can't credit them but DAMN he's a whore and proud not that i'm complaining, that's a veryyyyy nice view i'm getting there )

Bisexual with all-fucking-caps, leaning slightly towards guys

He's canonically a cat dad, and he'd definitely get a bunch of cats and name them after all the other X-Men minus Magneto because he's petty like that he's also still very fucking salty about Rogue and Magneto being exes

Since Cyclops has a cat allergy (at least in my mind) and is pissy about Gambit having cats, Gambit gets this cute little orange kitten he names Sativa (she got the name because Wolverine left his blunt somewhere, she got to it and consumed all the weed), puts her in Cyclops' closet with cat supplies and some weed, making his allergies act up like fucking hell

Oh, and he also left a note saying, "Enjoy the stoner cat, mon ami, she's yours now (but I will sue if you treat her badly)" for shits and giggles if Cyclops finds her

Pure Spotify addict literally me with Spotify I listen to it whenever possible, his ears are probably ruined from blasting his music so loud, but he doesn't exactly care because hello, music at full blast is better than paying attention to the real world i have mfing issues i think but oh well

His music taste is certainly something, mostly grungy rock with a little emo shit, rap and R&B mixed in, and maybe some slow, bittersweet romantic pop in between

One of his favorite songs is I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS, he just appreciates the classic rock vibe

Though he also appreciates Dance With The Devil by Breaking Benjamin, California Love by 2Pac, Good Days by SZA and others

Best cook in the mansion—no one can dispute it, and he knows he's a great cook and he never ceases to rub it in Cyclops' face because Cyclops can't cook for shit

He's not a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, being able to put a bottle down before feeling the effects, but he's the silly drunk, stumbling around and babbling incoherently in either English or French

His favorite drink is Jim Beam's Devil's Cut, the reason behind that being the smoothness of the minty bourbon

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1776, New Clover City

Today was a terrible day so far. Asta just received word that his application for Golden dawn college was just rejected, on the account he was too young. Not to mention he had just got into a fight with a bursar, ending with Staria punching him. Not a good day indeed. So as he walked down the streets of New Clover City, he was shocked yet excited to see the very man he was looking for. As he prepared himself to talk to the brunette man, he walked behind and asked the question.

“Pardon me,” Staria began. “Are you Gauche Adlai, sir?”

The man turned around, having a book in hand.

“Well that depends, who’s asking?” He said in an unreadable expression and tone.

“Oh right, sure sir,” Asta bowed. “My name is Asta Staria I’m at your service, sir”

“I’m getting nervous,” Adlai said as he watched the staria closely.

“Sir, I heard your name at the Golden Dawn college. I was seeking an accelerated course of study, but I may have gotten out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him!” He puts his hands up in defense. “I may have punched him, it was a bit of a blur sir, he handles the finances?”

Gauche seems to take a moment and think for a bit before it hits him.

“Oh, you mean the bursar?”

“Yes!” Asta answered a bit too loudly. “I wanted to do what you did, graduate in two years then join the revolution!” He seemed to get louder, much to Gauche’s dismay. “But he looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid”

Gauche chuckles a bit at that, as he puts his book in his bag he thinks for a bit. Before he is brought back out of them by Asta.

“How did you do it sir? How did you graduate so fast?”

Gauche paused at his question, normally he wouldn’t disclose personal information but something about Asta made Adlai trust him.

“It was my parents dying wish before they past”

“You’re an orphan?” Asta asks, he then seems to get excited. “Of course! I’m an orphan! God I wish there was a war so we could prove we’re worth more than anyone bargained for”

Gauche turned to face the young man.

“Can I buy you a drink, Staria?”

“That would be nice, sir.” He responded gratefully.

“Now, while we’re talking let me give you some free advice,” Gauche started walking to a nearby bar, with Asta in tow. “Talk less,”

“What?”

“Smile more,” Gauche said to the ash blonde man. Who responded with nervous laughter. “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

“Sir, you can’t be serious?”

“Do you want to get ahead?”

“Y-Yes, sir”

“Well, fools who run their mouth wind up dead.” Gauche says, as he opens the door of the bar to let Asta in, to which Asta is immediately met with three men in the tavern making a ruckus.

“Yo, what time is it?” One of the obviously intoxicated men asked two of his comrades, one of which Asta knew. But the man who asked the question had black hair, golden eyes, and a pendulum around his neck.

“Showtime!” All three men said at the same time.

“Like I said.” Asta heard Gauche say as they began to walk closer to the men.

“Yo, my name is Yuno Grinberryall, in the place to be, had two pints of sam adams. But I’m working on three.” He cheered as his friends hyped him up. “Those redcoats don’t want it with me, because I’ll Pop-chicka-pop these cops til I’m free!”

“Oui Oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Leopold Vermillon.” One of the redheaded men said in french, he wore clothes that showed he came from nobility. As all his clothes were made from expensive materials. “The lancelot of the revolutionary set, I came from afar just to say bonsoir, tell the king casse toi, who’s the best, c’est moi!”

Asta laughed slightly at Leopold just said for the king to go away, as Asta understood French alongside many other languages.

“Brrah! Brrah!” The final man began, and Asta already knew he was for he was the man who suggested he looked for Gauche. But he still listened to his friend's ridiculous banter. “I am Zora Ideala. Up in it, Lovin’ it. I heard your mother say "come again.” The joke made the other two men laugh. “Lock up your daughters and horses, of course it’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.”

“Wow,” Responded Leopold.

“No more sex, pour me another brew son,” Yuno grabbed his glass before raising it into the air. “Let’s raise a couple more to the”

“Revolution!” All three said at once, that is until they spotted Gauche. While Zora spotted his friend Asta.

“Well, If it ain’t the prodigy of Golden Dawn college.” Yuno stated, walking over to Gauche.

“Gauche Adlai.” Zora said in a low playfully mocking voice.

“Give us a verse, drop some knowledge.”

“Yeah, right.” Gauche chuckled lightly. “You’re taking a stand, you guys spit, I’mma sit, we’ll see where we land.”

“Boo!” Both Zora and Leopold said in disappointment.

“Adlai, the revolution is imminent, what do you stall for?” Yuno asked.

“If you stand for nothing Adlai, what will you fall for?” Asta said, now grabbing the attention of Leo and Yuno.

“Oh, who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“Who is this kid, what is he gonna do?” They asked together.

“Gentlemen, that’s Asta Staria, a friend of mine.”

They turned to Asta to see what he had to say.

‘I am not throwing my shot’

“It’s nice to meet you gentlemen.” He started. “I plan on getting a scholarship at Black Bulls college, I know I shouldn’t brag but dang do I amaze and astonish. But the one problem I have is I have a lot of brains but no polish, I got to holler just to be heard. But with every word I drop knowledge. I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal trying to reach my goal, my power of speech? Unimpeachable. I’m only nineteen but my mind is older, and as these New Clover streets get colder and I shoulder everything burden and every disadvantage I have learned to manage. While I don’t have a gun brandish I walk these streets famished.”

“Phew” leopold exhales, this kid was rapid fire. But he had so much confidence with every word he said.

“But the plan is to fan this spark into a flame, but damn it’s dark so let me spell out the name, I am the A,S-T,A S,T-A-R,I-A and we are meant to be a colony the runs independently, and yet Old Clover keeps shitting on us endlessly, and essentially they tax us relentlessly then King Kira turns around and runs a spending spree, he ain’t never gonna set his descendent free, so there will be a revolution in this century. (Enter me)”

“He says in parentheses.”

“Don’t be shocked when your history books mention me, I will lay down my life if it sets us free and eventually you’ll see my ascendancy. And I am not throwing my shot, I’m just like my country. I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, and-” Asta was cut off by Yuno.

“Not throwing my shot.” Yuno smiled back, as well as Zora and Leo. “Gentlemen, it’s time to take a shot.”

“I dream of life without a monarchy, the unrest France will leave to onarchy, onarchy?” Leo said, as he struggled to find the right word as he was still new to the English language. “How do you say? Oh! An-archy.” He says, still with some struggle but he manages. “But when I fight, I make the other side panicky with my shot!”

“Yo! I’m a tailor's apprentice, and I got y’all knuckles head as a loco parentis, but I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance to socially advance and instead of sewing some pants Imma take a shot!” Zora said loud and comfortably.

“Yeah, But!” Yuno starts off. “We will never be truly free unless those in bondage have the same rights as you and me.” Immediately Asta agreed with Yuno. “You and I, do or die. Just wait when I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion. Have another Shot!”

They all cheered until Gauche came in.

“Genius’ lower your voice, you have to keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you but the situation is fraught, you have to be carefully taught, if you talk you’re gonna get.”

“Shot.” The other four men said, solemnly.

“But Adlai, look at what we got, Mister Vermillion hard rock like lancelot.” Asta turns to Zora. “I think your pants look hot,” Then to Yuno. “Grinberryall I like you a lot, let’s hatch a plot blacker the the kettle calling the pot! What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot! Pop a squat on conventional wisdom whether you like it or not! A bunch of revolutionary, manumission, abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!” Asta says in a flash, but soon realization and embarrassment hits him. “Am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over excited and shoot off at the mouth. I’ve never had a group of friends before but I promise I’ll make you all proud.” Asta really liked them, they were his first friends ever, and he wanted them to like him. Soon Yuno broke the silence.

“Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!” He yelled, his voice full of approval.

Soon the four guys ran into the streets gathering people as Gauche opted to stay behind. As the crowd grew the more anxious Asta got, he had to speak in front of them all, he had to leave a good impression. Yuno was already rallying the crowd.

“Rise! When you’re living on your knees you rise up! Tell your brother he has to rise up! Tell your sister she has to rise up!”

So once they arrived at town square he prepared himself.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I…I imagine death so much it feels like a memory, when is it going to get me in my sleep? Or seven feet ahead of me? If I see it coming do I run or let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? I never thought I would live past twenty, where I come from some people get half as many. We live fast, we laugh, and we reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty. But no! This is not a moment, it's the movement, where did all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? When foes oppose us we take an honest stand. We roll like Moses taking our promised land. And if we win our independence, does that guarantee freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants? And I know the action in the street is exciting, but between all the bleeding and fighting I’ve been reading and writing. We need to handle our financial situation, are we a nation of states? What is the state of our nation? I’M PAST PATIENTLY WAITING! I’M PASSIONATELY SMASHING EVERY EXPECTATION! EVERY ACTION IS AN ACT OF CREATION!” Asta screams out, inspiring everyone in the square. “I’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time I’m thinking past tomorrow.” He was on the verge of tears, he was feeling so many emotions. “And I am not throwing my Shot!”

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