#breakin up rocks

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Just opened up some geodes no unique colours but definitely some interesting crystals!! :D

[myimaginaryradio]

Breakin' Up Is Hard To Do - Neil Sedaka

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pretty brown eyes (quit breakin’ my heart); s14 spencer reid x fem!reader

fingering, in his lap in his driver’s seat, softdom!spence (it’s canon idc), i have only seen one ep of criminal minds so years of crushing on spence through edits and stuff are working overtime ☆ this was supposed to be just a quick thing just abt spencer’s puppy eyes but it turned into this whole thing so enjoy. mcon writing more than like 250 words? the spencer reid effect is crazy. ☆ title from pretty brown eyes by mint condition and i tweaked it a little to fit a motif in here okayokay enjoy

spencer’s eyes, wide and beautifully brown, are his key. he knows what he’s doing when he flashes them, makes them a thousand times more expressive than they usually are. 

he begs you with them, begs to have his favorite thing for dinner, begs you for a million kisses, and anything else you can think of. he’s dangerous.

but he’s even more dangerous when he’s using them to make you do something.

two fingers deep inside you, perched in his lap in the leaned-back driver’s seat of his car, you swear you could explode. his hands are practiced and precise and patient in their conquest.

your hand clamps around his wrist, trying futilely to do something, anything to control the shocks and waves building incessantly inside you. he’s too strong and you’re too weak and your hand only serves as something else to fuel him, to urge him to plunge his fingers ever deeper and rock his palm against your clit. his palm dampens with your wetness, joining his thighs beneath you and the expanse of your thighs too. 

“ah-” you borderline heave.

“mhm,” he hums, his chest rumbling under you. 

the car’s silence sets a perfect backdrop for your runaway whines and whimpers, “i can’t” and “spence” and “uh uh, please” flowing from your lips like the water threatening to fall from your eyes. his fingers disappearing inside you make their own disgusting noise, too. 

spencer takes it all in, into that calculating mind of his, eyes moving from where his hand works between your legs to the hand you have clamped around his over your stomach, and resting on your face that holds a multitude of sensations and thoughts and feelings. 

you squirm a little, too strung out to move more than a couple centimeters but of course, he picks it up. brown eyes find yours as you feel his head turn and yours turns to him, and you’re fucked. so fucked.

“can you take it for me? hmm?” he’s making you. you couldn’t say no to those eyes even if you had the strength to. he’s cunning and you both know what he’s doing, but his eyes plead for you to let him play with you and your body cries yes and it’s sealed, you’re sealed and signed and delivered. 

“yeah,” you nod and keen, and his eyes soften ever more, snapping nerves through your body, and you tighten around his fingers, pulling another hum from his chest. 

he needs to kiss you, so he does. awkward angle and all, he leans and takes your lips into a kiss. he’s breathtaking and shit, his kiss has you as fucked up as his hand between your thighs, the focused and fluid motions of his fingers and palm melting your body onto his. 

sweat has you sticking to him, too, soaking through your shirt and his, and if you were more sober you’d thank him for not making it where you’d have to suffer through soaked underwear and shorts on the ride home. 

intoxicated, though, you squeeze your eyes shut and lean your head onto his shoulder, finally giving into the pleasure he’d spend lifetimes just giving to you. 

“good.” he states, abundantly pleased at the tension leaving your body. he hums again, drawing closer to your neck so he’s watching the view from where you bear witness. 

“you feelin’ good, baby? now that you’re all sweet f’me?”

“mhm-hmm,” you keen. you’d be a lie if you said it didn’t send heat and a thousand butterflies rising up through you, and even if you could lie, your body gives you away. again you dig your nails into his arm and the other finds his face, cupping his cheek and rubbing through his stubble, and it calms you down by proxy. he could crack a smile, now, and he does, a little grin spreading across his stupidly gorgeous face, a tease and poison and pleasure all in one methodical, pretty, dazzling genius.

again, your ears focus on the sound. and, damningly, his do too, you can feel it in the quickening of his hand and the deep rolling in his chest when his fingers and your cunt grow louder, ricocheting off his windows and bouncing back to grace two pairs of ears. it's vulgar and disgusting, but you both indulge in it like the purest water on earth.

it feels good to let spencer work you how he knows you like, to be the only thing he has going on in that brain of his.

the sparks that have been growing in you since spencer first laid his hands on you are starting to glide into fireworks, and you can’t run from it. it’s the opposite of what you want to do. now, laid bare and pathetic in spencer’s arms, you just want to cum for him, and everything that comes with it.

spencer knows, and he does nothing differently. consistency brings you to the edge and your head falls back to find his eyes, devout and resolute, clear in what he wants from you. you’re swimming in them, floating lazily through and he nods demandingly slow, and his request is fulfilled, his eyes are too beautiful and expressive and wanting for you to not cum.

cradled in his arms, you shiver with the pleasure of it, whines and sobs validated by spencer’s soft hum as he watches you unfold. shuddering, it flows through you and obeys the movements of spencer’s hand while he follows your bursting with parted lips and wondering eyes. 

as your breath returns to you, and the stars behind your eyes take their place back in the sky, your chest still heaves softly, sense and brains returning to you slowly. you open your eyes to find spencer’s staring right at you, soft with adoration and amused contentment.

[bibiwrld]

Creepin’ In— Sammie “Preacher Boy” Moore x Black Vamp Fem!

Synopsis: Somebody getting ate (just a little bit)

Warnings: Sexual content

Tags: @shimmerfyre @resurrectionist3 @pinkpantheris @heyyimmisunderstood @dakotali @motheroffae @thatitbitch @jackierose902109 @iceyyycapsicle

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“SOMEBODY TAKE MEEEE-EEHHH!—” Sammie’s voice echoed throughout the Juke Joint powerfully. “IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT!”

“Your lil cousin got a voice on him.” Mary smirked, rocking to the music and looking at Stack.

“Mhmm.” Stack grinned, counting a wad of cash.

Charlotte sat at the bar, mesmerized by his voice, gripping the empty glass that was once filled with lemonade. It was one thing to hear it from afar, but front and center, it was a whole new experience.

She was in awe.

He strummed his guitar, eyes closed, surrounded by the slow rocking bodies of the crowd.

She felt her heart beating rapidly, her breathing becoming labored, sweat forming at her hairline. She clutched at her chest from the unfamiliar feeling, thighs clenched tightly—she’s never felt quite like this.

Was this Sammie’s doing?

Looking back up, she saw other people dancing around Sammie, they didn’t quite fit into the crowd, they stuck out like a sore thumb, dancing to a completely different rhythm and wearing odd clothing.

Then it hit her—were those spirits?

Everyone danced around in harmony as the building set flame.

Did Sammie have that special thing Remmick wanted?

She had to get out of here and far from Sammie.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Annie asked from behind the bar.

Startled by her voice, Charlotte jumped, turning to the concerned woman. “J-just a little tired, but I’m fine.” She wobbled out of her seat, grabbing her shawl. “Thank you for the lemonade.”

“Oh, alright then.” Was all Annie said. “You’re welcome.”

Turning around, Charlotte bumped into a couple dancing. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She quickly apologized, gripping her shawl tightly.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” Grace was nothing but smiles in Bo’s arms as they danced.

“You’re Sammie’s lil friend.” Bo grinned, twirlin’ his wife. “Make sure you tell him bye before you leave.”

“Before who leaves?” His deep voice was strong, feeling the vibration directly behind her.

“Oh, your friend.” Grace replied before being swept away deeper into the crowd.

“Shit.” Charlotte cursed to herself before turning around.

“You leavin’?” His brows arched.

Charlotte swallowed, she didn’t even realize he was done singing.

Her senses were failing her.

“And you wasn’t gon’ tell me nothin’.” He took a step closer, eyes trained on her.

She shifted her gaze, trying to fight back her urges. “Preacher Boy—”

“You breakin’ my heart darlin’.” His gaze was that of a hurt puppy. “Stay with me a lil longer.” He held out his hand for her.

Hesitantly, she put her hands in his and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Sammie led her through the crowd, then they both slipped into a storage room. Locking the door behind him, Sammie faced a nervous Charlotte.

He took slow steps towards her. “I don’t know if I told how beautiful you look tonight.”

Backing away slowly, her butt hit an old table, now cornered by Sammie. “You did.” She panted out, placing her shawl on the table.

“Hm, you need to hear it a couple mo’ times.” He hummed, placing a hand under her chin, slowly leaning in to her face. “I wanna taste your lips.”

Her eyes widened, then averted her gaze to his pink lips.

“Would you allow me to, sweet girl?” Sammie was itching just for a lick of her skin.

A slow nod of her head was all it took for Sammie to be all over her.

Sammie was damn near devouring Charlotte, hands gripping the back of her head, teeth clattering against each other, jaw unhinging and head angling just for a taste of her.

And Charlotte, she was deeply into it—too into it. She didn’t realize her fangs were out until Sammie stumbled back, covering his mouth.

She panicked, covering her own mouth. “I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant to.” Quickly, she retracted her fangs, but the small spec of his blood on her tongue had her going insane on the inside.

He surprisingly chuckled, uncovering his mouth. “It’s fine, sugar.” He found his way back to her, smiling so charmingly.

She looked down in embarrassment.

He lifted her head up by her chin, locking eyes with her. “Hey, don’t be poutin’ now. Just a lil’ tongue bite, I’m good.”

Her hands gripped his shirt. “I want more, Sammie.”

He bit down on his bottom lip, slowly going on his knees, not breaking eye contact. “Sit down for me.”

She did as told.

With a firm grip on her thighs, Sammie began prying her legs open.

“W-what..what are you doin’?” She blinked. “Down there..down there isn’t clean at all, I walked all the way here and—”

“That’s exactly how I want it.” He cut her off smoothly, lifting her dress. “Nice and fermented.”

Charlotte’s voice was caught in her throat. This human was insane.

A soft kiss landed on her thigh, his puppy eyes glanced up at her. “You’re beautiful, I just wanna taste ya.”

“O-okay.” She nodded anxiously, widening her legs for him.

When she was alive, Charlotte never dreamed of doing such a thing, especially when she had so many plans to make a better life for her and her mother.

Sammie admired her underwear before slowly pulling them down her thighs and pocketing them.

The silence between them was thick and Charlotte grew even more nervous as she could feel him just staring at her womanhood.

“Beautiful.” She heard him mutter, before she felt a warm contact to her folds.

“G-God!” With her back arched, she moaned out with her head to the ceiling.

Sammie was fully making out with her lower half, pulling apart each fold with his thumbs, wanting to taste every inch of her.

“Ain’t no God here right now, just me and you.” He pulled away, looking up with her wetness all over his face.

She was clearly in a daze and he hasn’t even let her reach her orgasm yet. Nodding lazily with half lidded eyes, she replied. “Just me and you.”

[zablife]

Long Distance

Johnny Davis x reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: Johnny calls from the road to check in on you. He can tell from the sound of your voice, you're desperate for him so he decides to help you...but only if you're a very good girl.

A/N: Sorry for all the requests I have piling up in my inbox! I will get to them soon. This was giving me brain rot tho. 18+ MDNI, guided masturbation, use of the term "daddy"

The phone trills once, then twice as you scramble to reach it, knocking the heavy receiver from its cradle in your eagerness. "J-johnny?" you falter softly.

"Hey, babydoll," he hums. If he closes his eyes, he can almost picture you in a pastel nightgown, brushing your hair in front of the television set as you do every night.

"Waited for your call," you simper, despite your drooping eyelids. "I needed to hear your voice tonight."

"You waited for me, huh?" he asks, a smirk audible in his voice as he realizes the need present in your voice.

"Course I did," you coo back at him and he can envision that look in your doe eyes, large and glossy as you listen to his every word with pure adoration.

"That's right, cause you're my sweet girl. So good for me," he praises, knowing how wet that makes you.

"I am," you nod obediently as though he might be watching.

"You ready for me?" he asks, even though he knows the answer to the question before he asks it.

"Want you so much," you murmur, hips rocking against the sofa involuntarily, a vain attempt to gain some kind of friction.

"Oh, sweetheart...you don't sound so good," he can't help but tease, knowing you haven't had a release in over a week. "Tell daddy what's wrong?"

You want to touch, fingers sliding down your abdomen and stopping at the band of your underwear. However, you freeze as you remind yourself it isn't allowed when Johnny's not home. The more you try to talk yourself out of it, the worse the torture becomes. The fire burning beneath your skin simply won't abate so you decide to beg. "The tingles are too bad tonight," you whine pathetically. "Please let me touch, daddy."

Johnny hums for a moment as he considers it, relishing the power he holds and then his mind is made up. "Only if you listen to my voice very carefully, little one."

Your heart leaps at his permission, chin nodding against your chest vigorously before you've even heard his terms. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, tracing your hand along the gusset of your panties in expectation. It draws a tell tale whimper from your lips which doesn't go unnoticed.

"You're breakin' the rules, darlin'," he warns in a low growl, making you gulp and jerk your hands from your body, head turning to see if he might be peeking through the curtains.

Then you hear a good natured chuckle rumble from his chest followed by honey coated words of praise, "Just joking, sugar, want my girl to feel good all the time. But you gotta let me show you how, okay?"

You sink back into the sofa with a sigh, eyelids half closed as Johnny gives you the okay to slide your panties from your legs.

"Pull your nightie up and let it sit high on your waist now," he instructs in a thick whisper. "Spread your legs so you feel that nice, cool breeze on your pussy....But don't touch her yet."

You pant into the receiver and hear him laugh at you. "Johnny, don't!" you scold him as your crimson nails dig into the cushions, head tossed back in agony.

"Sorry, angel," he corrects himself. "Can't help but imagine you spread wide, dripping on the couch cushions," he defends himself. "My lonely little baby making a mess just cause she misses her daddy."

You bite your lip, his filthy words making you warmer by the minute. "Pl-please," you whimper.

"Oh, angel..."Johnny breathes down the line and you can practically hear him palming himself to your frantic panting. "Go on and touch. Tell me how wet you are f'me."

You trill in exquisite delight as your hand slides between parted lips, your slick coating your eager fingertips. "So wet," you echo back to him.

"Wish I could have a taste'," he murmurs in appreciation and you can vaguely hear a smacking sound in the distance. "You go on and taste for daddy like a good girl, won't ya?" he asks with a deep sigh.

"Uh-huh," you slur out in promise.

"Slow now, leave a trail up that perfect body before you suck those fingers. Got two in your mouth now?" he asks.

"Mmmmm," you confirm, pursing your lips and licking your juices.

"You taste sweet or salty tonight?" he prods, wanting to know every detail.

"Sweet," you taunt, middle finger popping from your pouty lips audibly.

"Then you're ovulatin' darlin'. Gotta get back to ya soon," he grits out, the wet sounds on his end growing louder. The idea of breeding you always a turn on for him.

"Daddy?" you whine.

"What is it, honey? What you want?" he begs to know.

"I ache," you remind him.

"Gonna take care of that right now, sugar," he promises lowly. "Rub for me like you I taught ya."

Your hand slides to your clit, fingers tracing circles feverishly now that you've been given permission. A wanton moan escapes and Johnny knows you've complied.

"Feelin' good?" he asks.

"S-soo good," you slur as your back arches off the sofa to meet your own hand.

"I know, playin' with that pussy feels like heaven, don't it?" he reminisces to himself, thinking of your soft, warmth clutching his fingers and milking his cock. "Can make you feel drunk," he adds with a sigh.

You nod in agreement, fingers fumbling against your swollen bud in satisfaction until he adds soberly, "But that's why you gotta stop when you can't think straight. Stop and count to ten."

"Wh-what?" you mutter, feeling your pulse throb in your clit painfully the moment you cease movement.

"I said, hands off," he instructs sternly. "Start countin."

You nearly cry as you begin in slow uneven breaths, Johnny humming his approval and hushing the tears he knows are threatening to spill over your beautiful lashes.

When you come to the end, he soothes you, "Good girl, I know that was hard. Wish I could see that pretty pussy clenching for me, I do," he sympathizes in the softest voice you've ever heard. Yet somehow you still want to hit him, claw at him for keeping you from your release.

"Johnny, please..." you whimper. "N-need it," you beg.

"Smack it first," he answers. As your knuckles tighten against a cushion without verbal reply, he coaxes, "S'okay, little one, didn't say I was gonna ruin it, did I? You're gonna cum hard for me in a minute. Hang on, now."

And you know he wants to hear the sounds of your palm meeting your wetness, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you on edge. Brow furrowed as your hand raises in the air, you whine against the sting, his chuckle your only answer to the question if he's satisfied.

After a long pause he sighs deeply over the line, imagining the jaw dropping sight of your red, puffy lips. "Go on, slide your fingers in," he tells you breathlessly, wishing he could feel the heat against his own hand. "You deserve it, angel baby."

"Thank you, thank you," you mutter to him as you pump your digits into your throbbing cunt, needing something, anything to help you peak.

But it isn't enough and your frustrated grunts soon prove it. Johnny knows it before you can express the thought and he whispers a solution in your ear like a savior. "Hairbrush, darlin'. Use the handle to fuck yourself," he offers.

The relief is instant, reaching further than your small hand ever could and you're a whimpering mess, dropping the receiver from your shoulder before you realize you're cumming hard.

That doesn't matter to Johnny though. He's listening to every harmonious sound over the static filled line, spilling over his hand just as you seem to crest. "My perfect babydoll," he grunts in complete satisfaction.

When you recover, you find the phone and place it to your ear. "J-johnny?" you repeat much like the beginning of your conversation.

"Did daddy make it better, darlin'?" he asks with a smug grin on his face.

"So much better," you huff out, still experiencing aftershocks as your hands trace over trembling thighs.

"Sleep tight. I'm comin' home tomorrow and I want you well rested," he reminds you, thoughts of everything he wants to do to you in the forefront of his mind.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

your fae and Selkie story got me curious about a fem selkie reader with a fisher Johnny. Not like the typical trope of stolen bride but reader being a menace to him while he is fishing. She takes one look at him and is like that’s my husband now!!

Johnny’s fingers tugged on the net, lifting it over the side of his boat. The weight of the catch that he was dependant on was faltering, slowly lightening in weight that drew his curiosity. As the net was finally tugged over the side of the boat, Johnny saw the hole at the bottom, the ripped and torn weaving that cost him a handful of fish.

“Fuckin’ Hell.” He cursed the creature that broke the net and leaned back against the edge of the boat. “Again ye wee bastards.”

Johnny dumped the remaining fish into the hold and tossed the net aside. His eyes ran along the surface of the sea, the salty brine blowing into his face as a mist. He raised his hand and wiped the moisture from his face while his blue eyes looked out upon the waves that were starting to slap against the boat.

He saw, in the distance, a family of seals lying against a pile of rock formation. The creatures were all barking at each other, making noise and communicating with each other. His mum and his da, even his nan and granddad told him tales of creatures that lingered beneath the surface of the sea. Sirens, mermaids, Selkie’s, and even worse creatures that would crush boats and kill men like him.

Luck was on his side but only because he had Fae in his blood.

“Who the hell broke my net?” Johnny felt a jolt against the side of the boat, the rattling drawing his attention firmly from the net that lay a few feet away, to the streamlining water.

The flicker of a tail slapped against the water, the force sending a small burst of water over the edge of the boat. Johnny placed his hands against the edge and leaned over, looking for the little beast that splashed him. As his eyes try to see what’s moving beneath the water, a smooth and soft tail breaks the surface.

“Ya dreaded little thing,” he reaches out to grasp the tail, fingers grazing the soft and lustrous fur, “dinnae think ya can get away this time-”

Another thud against the side and the tail disappears. Johnny watches with bated breath as he anticipates the next move of the creature, the fluid movements that are almost a dance of its own. The water ripples away from the boat toward the shore, a seal popping its head out of the water with his fish in its mouth.

“Dreaded little tease,” Johnny steps away from the edge and heads back to the motor to steer the boat back to shore. As the boat reaches the dock, Johnny cuts the engine and drops the anchor before tying the boat to the deck.

His footsteps are heavy as he leaves the boat and crosses onto the deck. Eyes sweep across the beach until he sees you, the half-dressed Selkie picking apart fish with your fingers.

“Hello husband,” you speak chirping, beaming at him while your fur is bunched against your hips. Your chest is bared to him, hair dampened and draping down your back. “Fish is good.”

“Husband, aye? You’re still on about that? Dinnae know I married a mermaid.” His own grin rises when you flash him a look, irritated at the implication that you were such a thing. “Cannae imagine such softer fur.”

“Please take care of it.” You stand up, keeping the fish in one hand while you slink out of the rest of your fur, draping it across the rocks.

“Only if ya quit breakin’ my nets, bonnie. S’ow I make a livin’.” Johnny reaches for the fur and picks it up from the dock, running his hand over its beautiful pattern. “Little Selkie girl likes to splash me.”

“Husband with fae blood.” You finish eating the fish, tossing the bones behind you. “Likes to be splashed.”

“Maybe.” He grins, slipping the fur around your shoulders. “Relax, girl.”

[solsticehymns]

marauders + karaoke night: headcanons

JAMES would probably be even more into it than the girlies. karaoke night was his idea honestly. oh he’s doing britney spears with FULL choreo and energy. he’s never taken ANYTHING so seriously. idk why but i also get the vibe that james would LOVE dua lipa 😭 he literally wouldn't pick a slow song it would have to be high energy. i also think he would do a fantastic cover of i want it that way.

SIRIUS is the reason i'm writing this. he takes karaoke night SO seriously. see: tom holland lip sync battle clip. he fucking LOVES rihanna. umbrella, breakin dishes, diamond. he has no shame. he would only do the sluttiest songs and i know that for a fact. think the weeknd die for you. literally serenading you the whole time with exaggerated dancing. he would probably get more stares and applause than anyone

REMUS would be there mostly just to watch you sing and dance around having a blast. he laughs it off and stays firmly seated every time you try to pull him up with you. HOWEVER. if abba is played, this man won’t be able to help himself. suddenly his foot is tapping and he's murmuring the lyrics to himself absentmindedly. CMON BBY SING IT!!! if he ever does go for it after too many drinks... his singing voice is actually so heavenly it's unfair

REGULUS would be that family guy clip "no peter don't make me do thi- JUST A CITY BOYYYY" like any song he would have to be forced into it but then immediately lock in. i think he would like a lot of classic rock, rolling stones, ac/dc, bowie. all his fav songs are slow and moody, he would also have an unfairly beautiful voice

EVAN knows every hot girl anthem. he would try to convince barty to do WAP with him as a duet. he loves cardi b honestly. memorized fergalicious. evan rosier would be a brat stan 100%. the only one who could successfully hype up a completely dead crowd with one song.

BARTY would be into mcr/pierce the veil emo/screamo type music, and like not the hits or the popular ones either. he finally gets a turn and everyone starts looking around like wtf is this song.... towards the end of the night evan goes "barty do the thing" and he spits rap god flawlessly

bonus: my sweet baby LILY is that girl who’s annoyingly good at karaoke but pretends it’s no big deal. she sings ariana or adele like she’s on The Voice and then shrugs it off like, “was that okay?” girl. her go-to is valerie by amy winehouse and she slays it every time. she’s also the only one who knows how to harmonize and ends up saving every group number from chaos.

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[itsharleystuff]

╰─▸ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

‘ I just wanna be one of your girls tonight ’

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rockstar!Joel x afab!fem!reader (no outbreak alternative universe).

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your best friend’s boyfriend has an older brother that turned out to be the guitarist of a famous rock band from the 80s. You meet Joel by accident before his concert and things take an interesting turn.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (Joel is 48, reader is said to be in college tho her age isn’t specified), sex, p in v sex, porn with barely any plot, sex with a “stranger”, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex (f), use of ‘slut’, praise, mirror sex, fingering, some oral (m), cum eating, reader calls Joel an ‘old man’, smoking (they share a cigarette), pet-names (sweetheart, darling, honey). Also, I know nothing about guitars or concerts so this is probably very inaccurate. This one’s roughly edited, forgive meee. No use of y/n.

— 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: One of the girls - The Weeknd, Lily Rose-Depp, Jennie. Breakin’ dishes - Rihanna. Todas mueren por mi - Cartel de Santa.

Third-wheeling has now unintentionally become your most recurrent hobby since your best friend started dating Tommy Miller. Not that either of them minded, given that it was their idea.

Tonight was different, however.

"I could've been a part of it, y'know?" the man boasts, "I just didn't know how to play any instruments or how to arrange tunes... I have a nice voice, though. If that counts for anything."

Ary, your friend, giggles at his statement and replies with a comment that you didn't quite listen. Tommy's car stereo is currently blasting The Clashers' latest album— Joel Miller's rock band, that is. Two days ago, you had no idea who the eldest Miller was –only that he existed–, much less that he was the guitarist of a very popular 80s band. Now his brother is taking you and his girlfriend to their gig, to which he was given front row tickets. Nice.

Their music was actually pretty good, though some of the songs sounded more country than rock. Tommy explained that those were most definitely written by his brother, due to his love for the genre. Apparently, The Clashers have had a recent comeback with their newest album and a small tour, all after a long, undefined hiatus that went on for nearly a decade and a half. "Joel's fault", the younger Miller said, "he became a father. A single one, to top it off. But he's the best at it, don't ever doubt that."

"How old is he again?" you wonder, suddenly curious about the age gap between the siblings.

"Forty-eight. His girl Sarah just turned nineteen a couple months ago." You nod absentmindedly at the response.

You met Tommy almost a year ago, when Ary and you used to work at a cafeteria outside of Dallas' university. She'd graduated a few years ago, but needed money to pay her rent and coincidentally, you did too. You hit it off right away, becoming friends but also roommates in further time. Though you were still in college and she was a bit older, that never seemed to be an issue with your friendship or your schedules. Tommy came along shortly after, turning up every day at the café with his charisma and nice manners, making his intentions with Ary very clear since the beginning.

"D'you think there'll be a crowd?" your question makes her raise a brow quizzically.

"Most likely," she retorts thoughtfully. "Why? Are you regretting your own idea?"

Her boyfriend chuckles at that, knowing perfectly well how much you disliked loud, cramped places. It's not that you didn't enjoy this sort of events once in a while, but being someone who gets easily overwhelmed around people, you mostly prefer the sort of lay-back dates. Nevertheless, it was you who came up with this plan for today. With college giving you such a hard time and your colleagues being tremendous assholes lately, you needed something out of your comfort zone to fully unwind. Some action to pull you off the dull routine.

"Are you subtly implying that I'm a boring person?" you ask, falsely offended, crossing both arms over your chest. "Cause I swear I know how to loosen-up, I just need time to... Get used to it."

Tommy seems to be holding back laughter, but Ary doesn't even try to hide her amusement. "Girl, you're lucky I'm your friend, or else you'd be rotting in our local library," she scoffs.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk pursing your lips, "Yeah, cause that'll be such a tragedy. Who'd support you financially if I didn't study, huh?" you turn your head to her boyfriend. "Tommy?"

The man shrugs his shoulders, fighting against the urge to grin. "Oh, dear," she glances over her shoulder to look at you from the shotgun seat, bright smile painting her face. "Don't give him any ideas. He might just marry me."

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Whilst Tommy went looking for a place to park, you and Ary walked to the nearest convenience store to grab some beverages. You were still running early anyway, which only meant a quick stop wasn't going to imply much trouble.

"I'll wait for you out here," with a head tilt, you silently indicate your friend to go ahead. "I need a cig."

She nods understandingly, "Want me to grab something for ya'?"

"No, I'm alright. Don't worry about it."

Ary stopped at the entrance to look back at you, staring intently for a weird extent of time, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Did I mention you look stunning?"

"You might've had, but that doesn't mean I don't love hearing it," the reply widened her smile. Once she went inside the store, you took a chance to peer at your reflection in the showcase.

This whole eighties vibe was certainly not something you were used to, but there was no denying how hot it made you appear. Aiming for a 'rockstar girlfriend' kinda look, you went for that smudgy, dark eye-makeup; as for the clothes, the mini skirt, low-cut bustier and oversized leather jacket paired with some nice boots kept the whole outfit together.

You blinked away, stunned by how confident you suddenly felt in your own skin. Chuckling to yourself, you started digging in your purse for a smoke. And as if the gods decided to toy with your faith, you luckily found a single one sitting at the very bottom; putting the filter between your lips, you then turned your bag upside down to search for the lighter, only to find that you hadn't brought it with you.

"Damnit," you spat in frustration, closing your eyes to picture in your mind where the last place you'd left it was.

Maybe it was next to your bed, on the nightstand; or perhaps in front of the stove... No, it definitely wasn't in the kitchen. The blurry image in the back of your head resembled more of a–

"Hey," a low, masculine voice called from beside you in a mellow tone, almost as if this mysterious man had a naturally sly nature but wanted to cool it down. "Need a light?"

He had a deep, soothing ring; raspy, profound and very southern-like. Frankly, you didn't know what you were expecting before setting your eyes on him, but it definitely wasn't a man such as he was. A wave of emotions washed over your body as you pried on him; big, broad, rugged and devastatingly handsome. Not to mention older than you— however, how much older is not a detail you care to find out. Your skin felt ticklish and warm, added to the sudden acceleration of your pulse.

First thing you noticed were his big brown eyes, shiny in sort of a childish way, regardless of the wrinkles that surrounded them when he politely simpered. You could tell he was a total heartthrob by the way his lips quirked and his head tilted downwards when addressing you.

He's thick in the arms and wide in the shoulders, something that was noticeable despite the black leather jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt, tucked into a pair of worn-out denims. The cowboy hat on his head casts shadows upon his face but you're still able to make up his features: aquiline nose, strong jawline, soft lips under a styled mustache and a patchy, graying beard. Tall and handsome as hell.

"Yeah," you answer as soon as your mind allows you to, suddenly feeling your mouth dry when realizing you were staring. He bit back a smirk as he gauges at your reaction. "You've got one?"

"Lucky for you, I do." His left hand disappeared in the pocket of his jacket, taking out a simple red lighter. "I don't suppose you've got a cigarette to spare, do ya'?"

"Sorry," you frown apologetically, "this is my last."

He closed the gap between you, but instead of handing the lighter, he hunched down to lit the end of the dart still hanging from your lips, caging it with his big hand. And fuck, he smelled good. A mix of cedar and sandalwood, fresh and manly.

"No worries, doll." Dizzy with his presence, your eyes unconsciously bored into his. You can't move away, diving inside his pupils like you're hypnotized. "I'll just buy a pack for myself."

Caught up in that urge of keeping him near, you take the dart between your fingers and hear yourself say: "Unless you wanna share."

It was impulsive, not to mention irrational. Yet, all of the rational thoughts inside your brain had unforeseeably vanished in thin air, replaced by a strange need that rested in the pit of your stomach, a wicked desire that rushed through your veins like a drug. His brow shot up in surprise, giving you a subtle, pleased nod. He realizes there's something else behind your proposition, nothing that could be hidden with the way you're shamelessly looking at him.

"Let me guess," he commences, his calloused fingers brushing against your own when he takes the cig, orange end stained with your lipstick, "you're headed to the concert."

Your eyes squint with a crooked smile, "Are you that perceptive or am I just that obvious?" he takes a short drag, holding the fag with a nonchalant attitude and a mannerism that expressed experience.

"Bit of both," the shadows of smoke surround his face, hiding his features behind a thick, mysterious fog. "You've got that groupie vibe to ya'. The kind of girl that has her walls filled with boy-band posters," he jokes.

"Oh, is that it?" you ask playfully, mirroring his action to let the nicotine circle your system. "Cool it, cowboy. I ain't trynna get in trouble for fighting an old man."

He chuckles at your sarcastic remark and you can see the spark of a thin chain around his neck, along with the soft curls that gathered at his nape. Jesus, his side profile was divine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks. You tell him, that southern drawl of his being more noticeable when echoing it. "You from around?"

"Yeah," you blow the smoke away from him, though he takes back the dart while you're at it. "Been here my whole life. You?"

He shakes his head lightly, "Austin. But I've been all over."

You can't help but smile inwardly, "That explains it."

"What thing?" the man asks with a certain intrigue.

"Nothing... You've just got that particular vibe." He's already laughing when you point at the cowboy hat, rejoicing in the way you played with his own words.

"I see that, groupie." He takes the almost consumed cigarette between his teeth and removes the hat from his head, running a hand through his soft curls. "Let's trade."

You watch in awe as he unexpectedly places the hat atop your own head. It sits well there and the way his eyes grow dark and his lips curve upwards can only mean he likes it too.

"What'cha think?" you inquire, slightly adjusting it.

"I think..." he eyes you up and down, ashing the cig with a tap of his index, "You should keep it. In exchange, I'll just take what's left of this lung-junk."

"Well, that doesn't seem like a fair trade," you cross both arms over your chest. "Isn't there anything else you want apart from that half-burnt smoke?"

His head tilts to the side as he meditates his answer, his chocolate hair now messy and a couple of those brown curls hanging loose across his forehead. For a moment, you're worried you might've sounded too raunchy for the occasion, but he looks pretty pleased. His eyes lock with yours and you feel your knees wobbly just from that undeniable tension that lingers in the air.

"I'll tell you what, sweetheart." Sweetheart. Damn, he's good. "Find me after the concert's over. You can repay me then with whatever you might find convenient."

Your brows crease at the scheme, curious, "How will I find you, though? I'm certain there'll be a lot of people."

He laughs darkly, like he knew something you didn't –which, to be fair, was probably true–. "Just ask for Joel. I'm sure someone will point you to the right direction."

Joel.

Joel...

Joel?

Could it be...?

"See ya' around, groupie." He sets off with a subtle head gesture, waving back at you.

Your mind was spinning so fast that you didn't even notice when Ary reappeared beside you, rambling something about a woman being annoying over the prices and fighting cashiers, too worked up to even notice your distraught— or your new acquisition.

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The venue was crammed with people and there was a heady scent of pot all over the place, not unusual in these sorts of businesses. Thankfully, Tommy had arrived earlier to guide you through the masses.

"Here," he said, taking you and his girlfriend by the wrist. "We've got VIP seats, no need to go all the way down there." He pointed the barricade, where a ton of people were congregated to get the better spot.

The area in which you were located had a better view of the stage and was way more comfortable. Only till you finally sat down did Ary notice the new addition to your outfit.

"Did you buy that outside the store?" she wonders, sorta screaming to make herself heard over the mass. Tommy's eyes land curiously on you.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Funny," the man mumbles to himself, shaking his head lightly. "Very funny."

"What?"

"Well," he clears his throat and licks his lips nervously, "I just think it's funny that you'd get a cowboy hat in one of my brother's gigs."

Still in the shadows, you raise your shoulders to beguile him into spilling the details, "Why's that?"

Tommy taps his knee anxiously. "You see, when Joel was younger he'd often 'gift' his hats to any girl that would catch his eye. It was a way of... I don't know, making them one of his girls, you could say. By doing so, the other band members would see her and no one would dare to make a move."

His words fell upon you like an ice bucket. Joel, Joel, Joel. It just had to be the same Joel, because honestly, what were the chances?

Before you can retort, or even form an answer in your brain, the lights go out and the crowd bursts in cheers and shouting. But you can't for the life of you pay any mind to them, too focused on Tommy's story ringing in your ears. Seconds prior to the lights going on again, the sound of a single guitar key reverberated through the venue.

Did Joel Miller just mark you like cattle so no other man would approach you? Was that some kind of sick game he liked to play? If that were the case, you can't really say you're mad about it... Mostly thrilled, so to speak.

"So what would happen afterwards?" you asked, leaning to his ear, so you could make yourself be heard.

"Huh?"

"He'd make his move and then what?"

The man slightly winced as if you had just asked him the dumbest question in the book, "I think you know the rest."

You knew.

Of course you knew.

There's a voice saying "Goodnight, Dallas" and the spotlight is now on the five men standing on stage. You didn't even need to search for his image, your eyes immediately attaching to him like a magnet. A feeling of beguilement settles in your bones as you realize you've achieved that excitement you hoped to get tonight, at last. 

Amidst chaos and loud screaming, he stood there in all his glory, perfectly aware of the impression his sole presence could cause. Messy brown hair, sun-kissed skin and that patchy, graying beard. Convenience store Joel turned out to be rockstar Joel.

The only thing that was different about his appearance were the dark aviator sunglasses that gracefully framed his face, a belt with a big, round buckle and the black Epiphone Wilshire guitar that was strapped to his shoulder with a sash. All of this new fashion somehow made him more physically appealing, if that was indeed possible. He looked like the type of man you'd rip off from a magazine and stick up in the corners of your vanity; the kind of star that girls and women would salivate over.

You could totally see the fascination and understand why it was easy for him to simply pick out someone he liked and take them back to his dressing room for a nasty time. Joel Miller was that guy.

In the back of your mind you register the fact that you're probably eye-fucking him whilst his younger brother and your best friend are both standing at your right. But you can't really help it— he was just so electrifying, such a magnetic force of a man. The whole world seemed to stop as the concert carried on, though you can only make out the melodies when you're far too distracted by Joel's charisma and mysterious air.

The way he moves on stage, too focused on his own act, fingers tugging at the strings and metal vibrating underneath his touch... It's fascinating how he makes it look easy and like a tremendous labour at the same time, pulling it all off with a wolffish smile on his face. The other band members had their own charm too, but your preference was undeniable.

They played the songs that you had been previously listening to, and the fact that they're being played live just amplifies the feeling of intimacy regarding the lyricism and musicality. Songs that talk about life's hardships, love, heartbreak and carnal desires. They all just hit different.

Towards the end of the concert, Ary started feeling dizzy, the amount of people and sudden dehydration giving her signs of a posible migraine. She tried not to say anything for the sake of your fun, realizing just how much you're enjoying yourself tonight. But at the end she truly couldn't, deciding to tell Tommy she needed to step back for awhile and go get some fresh air.

"I should go with her," you said in concern. His boyfriend shook his head and patted your shoulder.

"I'll go. You can stay if you want to, just call me if something feels off and I'll be back in a sec," he said reassuringly.

It took a few seconds to agree, although you eventually did. The event was almost over anyways. "Tell me if anything happens."

"F'course."

You watch as he leaves behind her with a certain remorse in your gut. The Clashers play three more songs afterwards, turning out to be much more emotional and heartfelt than you could've expected.

One by one, every single band member thanked the audience before the lights went out completely and the crowd stopped their clapping and cheering.

In order to avoid getting stuck at the exit from the people storming out, you decided to stay back and wait. You intended to reach your friend via message, sending a short "everything alright?" that did not deliver due to the awful signal. Only then did you start to grow nervous and more worrisome.

"Excuse me," out of nowhere, one of the security guards called for you when no one else was around –aside from the scattered people that had the same idea as you did–; a tall man with a 'staff' pin on his shirt. He asked for your name, but something about the way he worded the question made you believe he already knew it. "You've got a backstage invitation."

"A backstage invitation?" You tried holding back laughter. "From whom?” your eyes narrowed at a new clue. “Wait... Did Tommy meet up with Joel?"

The staff member furrowed his brows in surprise, "You came here with Miller's brother?"

"Huh? Yes... Isn't that why you approached me?" the stranger gave you a kind, slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, but you should come with me. Joel's in fact the one that asked."

"Oh..."

So, it was him after all.

'Someone will point you to the right direction', turned out to be quite literal.

You agreed to follow the guard. Maybe Joel could just reach Tommy and tell him you were fine. Although that'll mean you'd have to explain how you two had met. Well, shit... It’s not like it was a bad thing, right?

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Backstage dressing rooms tend to be different depending on the facility where an event is held. In this case, there were rooms with the artist's names hanged on them and a handful of people moving around, spitting orders and following instructions. Everyone was so involved in their own affairs that no one really seemed to notice you, specially standing next to the security guy, who knocked twice on the guitarist's door.

It didn't take long before he appeared before you, that post-concert glow brightening up his features. His cocky smirk told you just how certain he was that you'd end up here eventually and how glad he was for it. You gave a quick nod to the man that guided you here and he disappeared just as quick as he came.

"Hey there, groupie."

"Joel." Your lips unconsciously curved, too. "I believe I owe you something." His hair was ruffled and the sunglasses rested atop his head, looking better up-close than he did on stage.

"Wanna come in?" the question sounded so genuine and innocent, it almost made you believe there wasn't a meaning behind it... Yet, you knew; you were both aware.

"Sure, but-" there was something you had to tell him... God, he smelled good— what was it you had to tell him? "Won't they scold you for having me here?"

His dressing room was fairly spacious, with a small leather couch, a coat stand with a couple of jackets and shirts hanging. His guitar rested on the corner, tucked inside its case; facing the couch was some kind of vanity where celebrities could get their makeup done, the lights around the mirror reflected a warm light.

"Don't think so, darlin'. I'm way too old for a scolding," he joked, closing the door behind you.

The very moment you were left alone, away from any prying eyes, the air shifted entirely; as if this whole space was your own private setting. That same feeling you experienced outside the store somehow crawled under your skin once more, adrenaline rushing through your veins in a crushing expectation.

"Did you enjoy the show?" you nod distractedly.

"I did. But I ain't gonna lie, it was a total shocker to find out that the hot guy I'd just met was actually a part of the group." Joel's eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar simplicity that invited you in and provided a certain comfort.

"I wish I could've seen your face," he retorted, his voice smooth and low.

"Why?" you bicker, "So I could further boost your ego? No, thanks."

He chuckles softly, his eyes squinting to reveal the tiny wrinkles that form around them; a sign that he's always been the type to laugh without remorse. Those are the small details that make him even more attractive in your perspective.

You lean against the makeup board, giving your back to the mirror and crossing both arms over your chest. The heel of your boots had started to feel uncomfortable, so you placed one leg across the other to shift some of the weight whilst his gaze followed your every move intently; the unfathomable depth of his eyes stirred something inside you, an urge to unleash your impurest thoughts.

"You've got quite an attitude, don't ya', groupie?" the man questions with humor. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me hot, so, either way, my ego was boosted," he pointed out smugly.

"Joel," you click your tongue, subtly shaking your head. "I bet there's tons of women saying that about you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you’re aware of it already."

That could not be denied. Throughout his life, Joel had always been aware of his charm and good looks, which eventually brought him popularity amongst the group. After having Sarah, he saw himself forced to tone down the amount of affairs and adventures he'd have, specially as a single father, always trying not to get his daughter's hopes high if she saw him with someone.

Honestly, despite him being back on track with the 'celebrity' lifestyle, he still wasn't planing on keeping up with his old tricks of bringing women backstage and giving them something to gush about with her friends. He really hadn't gotten involved with anyone during the tour until now... And it wasn't something he'd intended to do either. Everything happened so spontaneously, the way you two sort of bonded and just met out of the blue. Joel's goal wasn't any of this at first, he merely thought of how gorgeous you were and how comfortable he felt in your presence.

However, logic and good sense abandoned him the minute your eyes gaped at him; dark and alluring, with a spark in them that he could not escape, an intriguing verve that entranced him and crept under his skin. From that moment forward, he could only think about you while being on stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of your skin amongst the crowd but having to settle with the fresh image of you on his mind: your confident mannerisms, your striking smile and how good your legs looked in that mini-skirt. He tried to put on his best performance just to impress you.

"Yet, your perception of me is the only one I currently care about," he declares, taking a few decided steps towards you.

You beam, keeping your head held high, "I gotta give it to you, Joel. The hat thing, your whole performance... Very clever."

He's taken aback by your words, surprise written all over his face. "What d'you mean?"

"Come on, Joel," you reply with a roughish grin. "You really thought I wouldn't hear all about your schemes? Oh, here I believed I was special," you joke.

The man gets rid of that 'respectful' distance that kept you apart, slowly making his way to you, exuding that perpetual arrogance he naturally carried and never breaking eye contact. You returned the same energy; piercing his soul with those siren eyes, barely tilting your head back to expose your throat and unhooking your arms to give him a better sight of your breasts. Intentional or not, those little details were driving him insane.

"You are special, sweetheart," he murmurs, emphasizing the second word. "All of my girls are."

He was quite close now, his scent dazing your senses and the warmth of his body, plus that southern drawl of his, formed goosebumps on your skin. With boosted confidence, you reach out to softly grab the lapels of his jacket. You wait for him to push you away, scold you or react negatively... though he never does. Instead, his eyes fall from yours to your lips, licking his own distractedly. You motion to remove the shades form his head and place his hat back on, adjusting it lightly. In the meantime, you take your time to run your fingers through his hair, drag them along his jaw, feel the raspy sensation of his beard scratching your fingertips.

"S'that so?" you whisper, your breath fanning across his cheek. "You know what I want...?" His eyelids shudder, a muscle twitching on his neck as you lean to pour the next words into the shell of his ear. "I just wanna be one of your girls, Joel Miller..."

Those words have an immediate effect on him, his eyes darkening with blown away pupils. Your hand lowers to his chest, conscious of the strength with which his heart was beating, the heat of his feverish skin there where you touched him. His palms land on your hips, caressing the covered skin as they make their way to your waist.

"We'll see 'bout that, darlin'," he hushes, cupping your face with his right hand to keep you steady, restrain your control over him. His face is barely inches away from yours, practically breathing each other in. "You know what's gonna happen now, don't you?"

You gulp in suspense, eyes glued to his lips, waiting, wishing he'd just kiss you. "Yes..."

"Good," Joel's thumb swipes across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. "Is this what you want?"

You can barely muster up the courage to speak, nearly falling from the tension. "Please..."

"Mmm..." his nose rubs against yours and your eyes close instinctively. "That's not an answer, sweetheart."

Your hands fist on his shirt, desperate to touch him. "Yes, Joel."

"That's my girl," he praises, effectively creating a pool of arousal that smothers your underwear. But you've barely got any time to process it before his lips are finally on yours.

The kiss knocks the air out of your lungs, his plump lips molding against yours. Your fingers play with the curls at the base of his neck, your nails scratching his skin deliciously. Everything feels hot all of the sudden, the need to get rid of your jacket latent on the edges of your body. Joel holds your waist and quickly sits you fully on top of the board, making you squeal from the abruptness of the action; this way he can settle himself between your legs and flush his chest to yours. His lips never part from yours, swallowing down any noise that escaped your mouth.

The coarse fabric of his jeans feels rough against your exposed skin, his hands coming to grab the back of your thighs, sliding them beneath the hem of your skirt as you wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss is breathy and intense, you taste him when your tongue drags inside –a mix of mint and cigarettes–, your teeth crashing when he tries to assert his dominance by pulling your body closer to his. Your perfume, sweet and floral, lingers around him in a way that makes him want you even more. When he slowly licks your lower lip, you moan faintly and the sound makes him throb.

His fingers splay on your asscheeks, prodding you to feel the weight of his hardening cock against your inner thigh, consequently setting a fire in your lower belly. You catch his grunt in the kiss, the feeling of his mustache tingling on your skin whilst you grind your hips just to experience that friction once again, relishing in the familiar sensation of your arousal spilling into your panties, wet and warm. And fuck, part of you doesn't believe that this man is hard for you. Joel suddenly backs away, just enough to stare blankly into your eyes, casted with desire, and regain a bit of composure.

"Not a word about this, 'aight?" something you had figured he'd state sooner or later.

"Yes, sir. It'll be our dirty little secret," you grin right as he whispers a goddamnit.

Before he pulls you in for another heated kiss, you struggle to take your jacket off, taking your phone out of the pocket and hastily throwing it to the floor as he mimics your action. Joel uses this moment to fully take in the sight of you; the way your tits sit perfectly in that top, chest rising and falling from drawing ragged breaths, your exposed neck and shoulders, flushed skin ideal for him to nip at and trace with his lips. So he does just that.

He ghosts your mouth, towering over you but ignoring the need to reattach your lips to his. Alternately, he gently kisses your chin, making his way down your throat and between your collarbones. You're a panting mess under his touch, trying to keep yourself collected for the sake of not getting caught, yet failing when his teeth sank onto the pillowy flesh of your breast. You audibly gasp, holding onto his arm for dear life; though he simply huffs a laugh that vibrates through you.

"Don't worry, darlin'. In here, you can be as loud as you want to," he assures.

Joel descends to his knees in front of you and the image is far too erotic for you to hold back a whimper. He coaxes your knees farther apart, your denim skirt hunched up around your hips so he can peek at the red lace of your underwear. He grabs your calf and places a kiss to the side of your knee, looking up at you hungrily.

"Should we take this off?" he taps on your boot, calloused fingers tracing random patterns on your leg.

"Let's keep them on," you say, your hand stroking his cheekbone. "I want to wear them when I come on your cock."

His eyes glint with lust, "Fuck..." he rumbles, almost pained. "Who would've thought a pretty girl like you would have such a filthy tongue."

You can't help but smirk as his lips roam upwards, "You think I'm pretty?"

His gaze scorches with intensity, both his hands languidly sliding up your sides till his fingers hook on the edge of your panties, pulling them down your legs to take them off, "I think you're beautiful," he murmurs amidst. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears at the time he leans into the apex of your thighs, one of his brows quirking up at the sight of glistening slick sticking to your swollen skin.

"Poor thing," he coos, taking off the hat like a cowboy who's worked his whole shift and comes home to eat the best dinner he's ever had, placing it beside you. "You're so sensitive, baby..." you inhale sharply when he lays a teasing kiss on your inner thigh. "Been a while?"

You nod, though even if it has been a while since the last time you slept with someone, you're certain that most of your responsiveness falls onto Joel's doing. He tsked, shaking his head in the meantime and using his thumb to barely spread your folds. Your eyes look at him beneath heavy lids, lips parted as his mouth explores the area, his breathing tickling the sensitive skin.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart."

Without warning, his tongue darts out to lick the slick around your entrance, ravishing on the sweet taste of your juices. Your fingers thread through his curls, swallowing hard at the new sensation. He takes his time with you, leisurely allowing your wetness to gather on his tongue, his nose nudging at your clit when he moves his head a certain way. It all makes your brain spin, overcome by the pleasure you're experiencing, actually permitting you to loose your cords and spill uninhibited whimpers that only egged him on.

"Shit, you're doing great..." you can feel his smile against your dripping core.

"You just taste amazing, darlin'," he's not lying. Joel's enjoying himself far too much as he buries his tongue between your folds, holding you tighter. "So fucking good..."

The back of your mind registers the brief pain of his fingertips digging in your flesh, thinking it may bruise in the morning. The other part can't even form a rational thought. You moan his name, calling out for something to ground you; but he's just as gone, if not way worse. Joel is bewitched by the headiness of you, clogging his senses entirely. It's been so long since he gave head, but he doesn't remember it like this— like he couldn't get enough, so eager to make you feel good, to hear those pretty sounds spill from your mouth.

"Oh my god..." you mewl when his lips close around your puffy clit, gently flicking his tongue over it whilst you run your hands through his locks.

He flattens his tongue against the bundle of nerves, tracing delicate circles that make your whole body shudder. You're messily dripping all the way down to the wooden surface as he selfishly alternates his attention between your aching bud and your hole.

"Look at you, honey," he mumbles, voice laced with desire. "Doin' so good for me."

His fingers swipe across your slit, making you squirm. "Joel, please-"

"I know, baby, I know..."

Though when he's about to dive in again, you catch the light of your phone through your peripheral vision: an incoming call. The ID read the name 'Tommy <3'.

Tommy???!!!!

"Shitshitshit," you quickly reach for the device, swiping the green button and muttering a wary wait to the man before you. Joel simply gawks at you with intrigue, the pads of his fingers still roaming around your core. "Hello?"

On the other side of the line, Tommy says your name with utter relief, "Thank god. I left you a thousand messages. Are you okay?"

More than okay. Your brother's tongue was inside my cunt just a few seconds ago, actually.

Obviously you can't say that.

"Uh... Yeah, everything's fine." You clear your throat, trying to mask the gasp that threatened to escape when Joel started rubbing tender circles on your clit. "The signal's just really bad."

"Yes, I noticed," he mutters, a bit frustrated. "Should I go get you? There's still plenty of people at the entrance and I don't want you to get lost."

"No- no..." you have to bite your bottom lip in order to muffle the unholy moan you were about to slip out. The bastard had just sinked one finger inside you experimentally, watching your face contort in pleasure as he reached for that particular spot. "I- have... Is Ary alright?"

"She took a pill and is knocked out in the backseats of my car right now," you can practically hear his smile as he speaks. "But... Are you sure you're okay? You sound... Agitated."

That was a way of putting it.

Joel is a greedy, jealous man. He wants all your undivided attention and will make sure to let you know. He decides to add a second finger, watching your eyes screw shut and your mouth gape as he curls them, your slick covering all the way to his knuckles.

"Yes, I met with a friend-" you tug at his hair hard enough to make him groan, his cock twitching with interest. "She's taking me home."

Your thighs start quivering and your body feels hot all over, an abrasive feeling of bliss rushing through every single nerve ending. You're close, and judging by the way you clench around his fingers, he knows too.

"Oh... Well, in that case just let me know once you get home. Please?" You think you answer, but you're not entirely sure. The call ends and your phone slips from your hand.

"Joel, I can't..." you whine when his lips latch to your nub once again, his fingers still working you open.

"Yes you can," he vows. You clutch at his curls with enough strength to work him up. "You're a big girl, you can take it."

And it's right then, when he repeatedly hits your g-spot, licking and sucking at your delicate clit, that your hips get a mind of their own, barely kept in place by Joel's strong grip on your hip. The coil finally snaps. You're not sure what you say, what words fall from your mouth... But they do dawdle on his mind. You shake from the magnitude of your orgasm, muscles starting to relax as Joel licks up every drop of your release, absolutely lost in the sweet taste of you. Your grasp on his hair loosened as he rose to his feet, letting you catch your breath.

He's on edge, his voice a hoarse rumble when he spoke. "Didn't anyone tell you," his left hand came up to brush his fingertips over your lips, "how rude it is to answer phone calls when this pretty pussy of yours is getting eaten?”

You lick your lips nervously. "I'm sorry..." he hums in response, "I'll make it up to you."

There's no time for him to reply since you crash your lips to his once again, frenetically searching to feel his weight pressed on top of you for a second time. This kiss is messy, rushed and needy. You can taste yourself in it as he pushes his tongue past your teeth.

Amidst the fuss, your hand snakes between your bodies to tug at his belt, fumbling to pop his pants open. Once you do, you can feel how warm and heavy his cock is, rock hard beneath your touch. He hisses at the flick of your wrist, moving up and down his length over the thin fabric of his boxers. Joel rests his forehead against yours to even his breaths, his chest heaving with a lustful sigh.

"Fuck," he grumbles, swiftly manhandling you so you're facing the mirror. His hand holds your face for you to stare back at your own reflection. "Aren't you a sight to behold?"

And you're certain that for a man like him, those words couldn't be truer. Sweat beads around your neck and sticks a couple hairs to your temples, eyes teary in the corners and lipstick smeared from the make out. Here and there your skin displays signs of his presence, part of you wishing they'd stay there till the next morning. If there was an accurate way to describe how you looked, that'll be wrecked.

"You should see yourself, Miller," you smirk, gesturing in his direction. His eyes reflected a prurient nature that added to his sex appeal, hair messy from your doing and an eager expression that gave him a downright pornographic aura. "Not bad for an old man."

His lips caress the back of your ear, hands driving the denim skirt farther up your hips. You cling to the edge of the work desk, making an effort to stand up in your weak knees, chills running down your spine when he gently nibbles at your earlobe.

"So much for not wanting to boost my ego, huh, sweetheart?" his gruff voice is both soothing and stirring, making all the blood rush straight to your pussy.

He parts your legs, spreading them with his knee and forcing you to bend forward a little. Your head turns to peek behind your shoulder, his every move being closely monitored by you, eyes widening when you finally fathom the sheer size of his cock. Your lower body pulsates with anticipation, another wave of arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs.

"Holy fuck-" you ramble as you watch him expertly roll a condom on his length. He's long and visibly thick, a prominent vein running from base to tip; your mouth waters just from the idea of wrapping your lips around it. "Shit..."

"Don't be getting all shy now, honey. Tis' what you wanted, then you're getting it," he rasps, lining himself between your legs.

"M'not shy," you retort, staring back at him through the mirror. "Was just thinking about how badly I wanted to blow you."

Joel stifles a groan, his hands snaking to your front to pull down the top and expose your tits. There was no need to wear a bra with a bustier, which you were glad for, cause it made it easier for him to pinch the peaked buds of your nipples. The head of his cock glides across your folds, coating it with the slick that keeps dribbling each time he bumps against your clit or makes you watch as he gropes your breasts.

"You talk like a slut." Your cheeks soared red and your pussy fluttered at the name-calling. The heat of his body on yours was simply intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think. "Is that how you want me to fuck you?" he whispers in your ear, nudging his cock at your entrance but not quite going in yet. "Nice and hard until I make an absolute mess out of you? Mmm?"

You nod, "Yes, god- yes. Please, Joel..."

He takes that plea as his cue to press himself inside you, slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust to the intromission. Your mouth falls ajar, nails scratching the wood under your fingers, vaguely squirming at the sharp sting of the stretch.

"That's it, takin' my cock so well," words of encouragement fall hoarsely form his lips like a chant and your body willingly melts into his. "See? I knew you could take it."

His thighs plunge to yours when he bottoms out at last, letting out a few pants and groans, his fingers pushing stray hairs out of your face. You can feel him jerk inside you, your walls enveloping his girth tightly, a wave of pleasure licking his spine at the feeling. He doesn't waste any more time, finding a pace of his liking as soon as he started moving and being relentless with it. The way his neck chain hits your shoulder blades with each thrust, the scrub of his beard when he kisses your temple and the dirty praises that he murmurs in your ear, somehow make the situation grounding; like it's really happening and you're not dreaming about it.

As Joel cradles you in his arms, your hand skirts to his nape in order to bring him in for a kiss. Each roll of his hips is calculated, deep and unswerving, knowing exactly how and where you liked it, studying your reactions. When he kisses you, he does so earnestly, almost affectionate in contrast to the rhythm in which his dick drags inside you– but it's short, the need for oxygen overpowering both. At this point, not even your stilted whimpers and his soft moans can mask the lewd sound of your squelching pussy or the sporadic noise of skin slapping against skin.

"Good fuckin' slut," he locks your jaw in place, pushing you to keep eye contact with your own reflection. "Sneakin' behind your friend's back to get fucked by a stranger –shit– an 'old man', nonetheless..."

Your stomach tenses each time the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot within you, legs shaking at the way he speaks to you. Through the mirror, you see the way his thumb digs into your cheek, his hand cupping your breast as he twists your nipple in his fingers and the worst of all: that haughty fucking smile that suited him perhaps too damn well.

"I always did like them older," you utter, out of breath.

He chuckles darkly, heftily, letting his hand coast down your abdomen and reach your clit to tease it while he takes you from behind. The feeling was so intense that all you could do was claw at his bicep and let a hushed whine slip past your lips, knowing that a second orgasm was approaching faster than you had expected.

"Fuck, Joel- It feels so good..." your moans are like music to his ears, a syrupy melody that he wants to maintain on replay.

The way your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his length with every push, has his head fuzzy with sheer pleasure. And god- you look beautiful coming undone for him. No; because of him. He sees you looking at him through the reflection, pupils dark with an obscure desire, feels your cunt soak him every time he tells you how good you are, with each sound he makes just for you.

"I'm so close-" you warn, white sparks blurring your vision at the building of your crescendo.

"C'mon, come for me," he purrs, skillfully teasing your nub. "Wanna feel it— oh fuck, wanna feel you live up to your promise..."

Joel fucking whimpers, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as he pulls your hips to meet his pace. The sound is so enticing that it throws you off, wanting to engrave it in your mind. Your thighs waver and your back arches, an overwhelming sense of euphoria partaking your body. "I've got you, let me hear you," he fucks you through it, slowing down but never losing precision. "Right there, you did so good..."

In your state of frenzy, you feel his cock throbbing inside you, his grip on your body tightening: the classic telltale of his own climax looming. Through it all, with your heart thumping so loud that it's almost deafening, you blurt out a dulcet: "Come in my mouth..."

God help him.

He nearly loses it right then and there.

"As you wish," he sighed, his deep voice raspy with passion.   

But he's an indulgent man, so he musters up the strength to pull out and snatch the condom away, throwing it to the trash can. You fall to your knees with no hesitation, arms stretching to reach the outline of his hips. Joel guides the ruddy head of his cock to your lips, spreading precome all over them before you fully take him in your mouth. You suck him earnestly, focusing on the tip and tracing the vein on the underside of his dick. He's so worked up that it doesn't take him long to start panting; head thrown back and hand grabbing firmly the back of your neck.

Your gaze stick to his, knowing perfectly the power of looking into his eyes. You love the taste of him, musky and strong; all man. All you can think of right at this moment is how you want more, so much more of him.

"Perfect," he slurs through gritted teeth. "Perfect girl."

You can't contain the hum that reverberates through him, pushing him over the edge whilst you massage his balls. A deep, guttural groan claws its way from his throat, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as he comes in thick, hot spurts down your throat. You swallow instantly, not thinking much about it and stroking his shaft unhurriedly until he's whimpering from overstimulation; though he doesn't tell you to stop or pushes you away, letting you work him up to the time of your choice. Once you're content, you straighten your posture and rearrange your top, roughly registering when he tucks himself back in his pants.

"You okay?" he asks, helping you get on your feet. His thumb swipes around your lips and chin to clean the smeared lipstick, a sweet concern dithering in his eyes.

“Feelin’ great,” you say with genuine joy, pulling your skirt downwards and grabbing your panties from the floor, laying next to your jacket and his guitar. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he lends you a hand in putting your jacket back on. “It’s been a while since I’ve… Uh, well, you get it.”

You turn to face him, beaming radiantly. Gosh, you’re stunning. He’s certain he won’t forget those mesmerizing eyes of yours.

“Joel, let’s be honest with each other…” your hands shot up to caress his cheek and thread at his curls. You don’t believe him one bit. “We’ll meet again. You know we will.”

You didn’t really mean it, merely wanting to make an impression. But there was a minuscule possibility that your paths would cross for a second time; after all, you did know his brother. Though you never mentioned that. Deep down, you were scared that he wouldn’t want to make a move if he knew of that connection— specially after seeing Tommy’s reaction when he saw that hat on your head.

“Hope that’s true, groupie.”

Joel insists on calling his chauffeur to take you home, arguing that it was past midnight and it was dangerous to take a cab. Eventually, you let him, making a quick stop to the bathroom to set things right with your appearance. He waits for you patiently, the cowboy hat presented to you as a gift when you walked out.

“Keep it,” he sways, “as a little souvenir for if we don’t end up meeting again. Besides, it suits you better.”

“Won’t you have another pretty girl to gift it to?” he rolls his eyes at your inquiry.

“I can always buy more,” he laughs. “I want you to remember I sent you home sore and aching each time you look at it.”

You giggle, getting on your tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Miller. I’ll be thinking ‘bout it… About you. That’s a promise.”

And he truly hopes you mean it.

[multihaven]

okay but am i crazy for having a playlist solely rafe cameron coded or do other people get it?

rafe cameron — a playlist

i am a ‘lyrics’ and vibe person over a ‘beat’ person so this makes sense to me thank yewwww

if you have any song recommendations that you think would be a good addition, let me know please !!!!!!! i love music and i love making playlists for my fav fictional characters

if you wanna see what’s in my jj maybank playlist… 😏

• all of my problems always involve me — $uicideboy$

• antarctica —$uicideboy$

• genesis — $uicideboy$

• kill yourself v — $uicideboy$

• matte black — $uicideboy$

• mental clarity is a luxury i can’t afford — $uicideboy$

• thorns — $uicideboy$

• us vs them — $uicideboy$

• 1000 blunts — $uicideboy$

• carnival — ¥$, kanye west, ty dolla $ign

• red opps — 21 savage

• redrum — 21 savage

• runnin — 21 savage

• glock in my lap — 21 savage

• spiral — 21 savage

• just a lil bit — 50 cent

• everyday — ariana grande, future

• haunted — beyoncé

• iconic — big sean

• bellyache — billie eilish

• blue — billie eilish

• the diner — billie eilish

• i know — big sean, jhené aiko

• rock that body — black eyed peas

• i wanna shoot my friends — blckk

• godzilla — blue öyster cult

• can you feel my heart — bring me the horizon

• band4band — central cee, lil baby

• paranoid — chase atlantic

• pleasexanny — chase atlantic

• molly — chase atlantic

• empty — chase atlantic

• into it — chase atlantic

• triggered — chase atlantic

• 23 — chase atlantic

• drugs & money — chase atlantic

• church — chase atlantic

• what u call that — chase atlantic

• paradise — chase atlantic

• devilish — chase atlantic

• amy — chase atlantic

• doubt it — chase atlantic

• numb to the feeling — chase atlantic

• no rainbows — chase atlantic

• like a rockstar — chase atlantic

• gangsta’s paradise — coolio, l.v.

• insane in the brain — cypress hill

• mascara — deftones

• please please please let me get what i want — deftones

• rosemary — deftones

• syrup sippin — destroy lonely

• every chance i get — dj khaled, lil baby, lil durk

• egg — djo

• agora hills — doja cat

• private landing — don toliver, justin bieber, future

• money in the grave — drake, rick ross

• headlines — drake

• over — drake

• never lose me — flo milli

• pyramids — frank ocean

• posted with demons — future

• puffin on zootiez — future

• holy ghost — future

• codeine crazy — future

• march madness — future

• type shit — future, metro boomin, travis scott, playboi carti

• like that — future, metro boomin, kendrick lamar

• streets made me a king — future

• lost in the fire — gesaffelstein, the weeknd

• rhinestone eyes — gorillaz

• p power — gunna, drake

• in my room — insane clown posse

• no church in the wild — jay z, kanye west, frank ocean

• bad reputation — joan jett & the blackhearts

• syphilis — juice wrld

• united in grief — kendrick lamar

• swimming pools (drank) — kendrick lamar

• backstabber — kesha

• took her to the o — king von

• no flockin — kodak black

• skrilla — kodak black

• blind — korn

• judas — lady gaga

• norman fucking rockwell — lana del rey

• ultraviolence — lana del rey

• pure cocaine — lil baby

• love me — lil wayne, drake, future

• dreams and nightmares — meek mill

• cyanide — metallica

• around me — metro boomin, don toliver

• hysteria — muse

• supermassive black hole — muse

• softcore — the neighbourhood

• daddy issues — the neighbourhood

• slut me out — nle choppa

• gang baby — nle choppa

• black out days — phantogram

• money — pink floyd

• evil j0rdan — playboi carti

• wake up f1lthy — playboi carti, travis scott

• sky — playboi carti

• wanted man — ratt

• one call — rich amiri

• breakin dishes — rihanna

• rude boy — rihanna

• taste — sabrina carpenter

• bed chem — sabrina carpenter

• juno — sabrina carpenter

• tale of the missing man — scrim

• whiskey 4 the holy ghost — scrim

• reborn — scrim

• death rides a grey horse — scrim

• red mist — scrim

• brown shuga — sir-mix-a-lot

• lockjaw — sir-mix-a-lot

• walk the night — skatt bros

• nuketown — ski mask the slump god, juice wrld

• bang bang bang bang — sohodolls

• psycho killer — talking heads

• first day out — tee grizzley

• 4x4 — travis scott

• nc-17 — travis scott

• coordinate — travis scott

• nightcrawler — travis scott, swae lee

• my eyes — travis scott

• heathens — twenty one pilots

• sticky — tyler, the creator, glorilla, sexyy redd, lil wayne

• runnin with the devil — van halen

• count up — ventry

• heartless — the weeknd

• after hours — the weeknd

• timeless — the weeknd, playboi carti

• #imsippinteainyohood — xxxtentacion

• that go! — young stoner life, young thug, meek mill, t-shine

[last-starfighter]

plural playlist? plural playlist

ive been makin a playlist thats all "songs that make me think about bein plural/have plural vibes/are about trauma and systems/whatever" for a hot second. im not 100% happy with it but yknow i think we all need a distraction rn so.

have like 3 hours of ✨songs to split yr personality to✨ /s

if u vibe with this u can reblog it. this aint just for did systems or endo systems or trauma systems or whatever its for anyone who wants it.

content warnings: self-destructive vibes/suicidal ideation, drugs/alcohol, unreality, amnesia, bad choices, bad headmate relationships, breakups, fuckin kpop for some reason

tracklist + explanations under the cut

hive mind - tmbg i think this one speaks for itself

birdhouse in yr soul- tmbg listen this one has fucked up headmate to host vibes tell me im wrong. im yr only friend/im not actually yr friend/make a place in yr soul for me.

voices in my head- naked eyes pure goddamn 80s cheese but the lyrics are on point

simple and clean- utada hikaru raise yr hand if yr a sora fictive, have a sora fictive in yr system, or were personally victimized by the end of kingdom hearts 2. yeah thought so.

my truth's a lie- psylosia i think this ones supposed to be about schizophrenia but tbh it works.

where is my mind? - the pixies ik its a cliche but you cant really have a crazy playlist without it.

paranoid android- radiohead again. ik its a cliche but here we are. it fuckin works. like half of radioheads back catalog does

blow up your mind- the cramps ok i know this is mostly here cause i wanted more punk shit but it works for how i feel about this shit? idk

my own worst enemy - lit tfw you have that One Guy who keeps makin the WORST DECISIONS (its me im the guy)

the becoming- nine inch nails the me that you know/he doesnt come round much/that part of me/isnt here anymore. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO FUCKIN SAY.

i'm not there - sonic youth ok this is mostly there for the title and for the good distorted guitar but fuck me i like noise rock

never let me down again- depeche mode ik what this song is rly about but. sometimes you just gotta let the other guy take the wheel.

carousel - tempting fate thx @eklesia-system for this one- it has THE VIBES

disintegration - the cure and now that you know that im breakin to pieces/ill put out my heart and ill feed it to anyone/crying for sympathy crocodiles cry/for the love of the crowd and the three cheers for everyone

otherside- red hot chili peppers this ones for all the fictives out there who want to blow up their lives.

bodies (ghosts) - 1000 eyes can you believe we aint never played signalis? it has the vibes tho.

myth- delerium thx @endogenesis-evangelion for this one. its on fuckin point.

voices in my head- steve aoki/bassjackers/teddy bee can you tell part of this was just searchin spotify for 'voices in my head' lol. i think it has the vibes but ymmv

my favorite stranger - depeche mode can you tell host really fuckin likes depeche mode. lmao. ht to @the-masked-bandits-system for this one tho

voices inside my head- the police again do i really need to say anything

the passenger- siouxie and the banshees this is for all of us who sit and watch while other people do shit

the projectionist- thoushaltnot another @endogenesis-evangelion banger. thx forte

disconnection notice - sonic youth the narrator may not be plural but hes profoundly alienated from everyone and everything and thats close enough /meme

clones (we're all) - smashing pumpkins can you believe that there aint anything from siamese dream that fits on here. that title is ~pluralcore~ af. but nooooo

personality crisis - new york dolls is this a new guy or am i going crazy??? who knows???

imaginary friends - splitsville i hate the 'i' word as much as the next headmate but the song is good so.

who do you want to be - oingo boingo listen i know this is about 80s tv pop culture but like. ~source separation~ vibes. who do you wanna be today?

am i awake - they might be giants ik ik ik ik. tmbg is lemon demon for 80s/90s kids. but this has the dissociative vibes

voices in my head - falling in reverse what can i say about this one other than that its got the content warnings and its catchy.

birthright - celldweller thx @eklesia-system for this one - i think i got a new fave band from yr recs cause this fucks

lucretia my reflection - sisters of mercy lucretia / my reflection / dance the ghost with me

personal jesus- depeche mode feelin unknown n yr all alone/flesh and bone by the telephone/lift up the reciever ill make u a believer

voices in my head - vicetone + chelsea collins anxiety, wanting yr fuckass headmate to fuckin shut the fuck up

voices in my head - dj univxrsel another one from the spotify mines

imaginary friends - deadmau5 we needed more good fuckin crunchy edm on here. im tryin to get more into edm so if u got recs hmu. also fuck the title but this slaps

voices in my head (they said) - jack harris instead, instead of panicking again/ i'm making friends with the voices in my head

mad world - tears for fears i know this songs kind of a meme but the lyrics man. if you got hte trauma and u dont listen to tears for fears yr missin out on a band that gets it

whistling in the dark - they might be giants theres only one thing that i know how to do well/and ive often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well/and thats be you/be what yr like/be like yrself

over my head - lit overwhelm is a v system feel for us ig? ok ill own it this is mostly here to lift up the mood at the end.

imaginary friend (english version) - itzy ok this song is the whole reason this playlist exists. hosts partner is real into kpop and was listenin to this and we started laughin about how big the system mood is with this one and how"LYRICS GUY YR EXPERIENCES ARENT UNIVERSAL." it made me wanna see how many songs i could find about the system experience tho. i dont like kpop. at all. but this one speaks 2 me.

@endogenesis-evangelion @lizardywizard @furyfuzz @eklesia-system @thegmsys @the-masked-bandits-system all either wanted to see this playlist or recced songs to put on it. i didnt get to everyones songs so if u want urs on here- well ill see if i can cram it in somewhere lol

[theoutcastrogue]

Severance s02e10 "Cold Harbor" End Titles: Bobby Darin - Work Song

Go down, Hannah go down and stay down Go down, Hannah go down and stay down

Breakin' up these rocks on a chain gang Breakin' rocks and servin' my time Breakin' up these rocks on a chain gang 'Cause I been convicted of a crime

Hold it steady right there while I hit it Oh, reckon that oughtta get it Been workin', I been workin' But I got me so terrible long to go

I been convicted of the crime, Lord, of needin' The crime of bein' hungry and poor I had to leave some grocer man bleedin' When he found me robbin' his store

I heard the judge say, "Five years labor To the chain gang you got to go" I heard the judge say, "Five years labor" I heard my woman scream, "Lordy, no!"

[Captain told me, "You got to watch your behavior If you're gonna work just like a natural born man" I told the captain, "You'd be meetin' your Savior You come on close to this hammer in my hand"

Hold him steady right there while I hit him Oh, reckon that oughtta get him Been workin', I been workin' But I got me so terrible long to go

I wanna see my sweet honey baby I got to break these chains off and run I wanna lay my head where it's shady Lord knows it's hot in this sun]

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Victor Maren Palace

Maren doesn’t have a last name. She lost it in the Training Center, on the Volunteer Path, as all Volunteers do. She was melted down to her first name, the last remaining gift her parents gave her, just as her body was shaped and Remade into the perfect tool.

Maren didn’t learn about Remake when she was forced down the Volunteer path, though. No, that she learned growing up with her parents, in their little studio, watching the glass melt and reform in the furnace, half-liquid, half-solid, thousands of degrees of heat trapped within glowing silica, able to rip open flesh and melt skin to the bone.

But eventually that beast of heat, of transformation, of danger, cooled into something fragile. Oh so fragile.

There is something in Maren that is spun like glass. That is half-tempered, half-frail.

The question is if Maren is the sculpture or the scorching heat, the melting figure that gets recut and reshaped and melted again to form whatever is needed of her, never able to cool and become something solid.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, take the noose off (give yourself up to him in offering)

Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass

Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back

A little white light in a sea gone black

My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass

Oh, clean eyes, breakin' my heart and breakin' my chains and

I don't know why, clean eyes

Take me home when I lost myself

Love me better than I love myself

-SYML, Clean Eyes

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

@tragedy-machine @just-existing-as-you-do-blog @orpheusetude @mj-irvine-selby

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@tiredghostby @sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @holvivum

[lcvesjj]

True Blue - Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader

Inspired by the song “True Blue” By Boygenius.

Pairing : Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader 

Summary : One sided love always sucks. Especially when you're in love with someone who is your best friend. 

Warnings : angst, no happy ending, slight heartbreak, hurt/no comfort?

A/n : This is just based on my interpretation of the song :) also small fun fact : this was the first thing I wrote for this whole event/series (it's honestly what started the whole idea shehhdhdhdh)

regular masterlist

song fics masterlist

You were happy and I wasn’t surprised. 

As heartbreaking as it was for you to see her with someone else. You were happy for her. She deserved happiness, especially after everything that had happened to her.

Jay was a good guy and you knew he would treat her well, but it still didn’t make it any easier or better. 

You had been in love with her for years, yet you never made a move out of fear of being rejected and losing her. You couldn’t imagine losing her, even the thought of losing Erin made you want to breakdown. You and Erin had gone through a lot in the years you knew each other, she was your rock and you were hers. 

And it feels good to be known so well.

I can’t hide from you like I hide from myself. 

She knew you best. From the moment you both had met, she always knew when your mood was off or when something bad or good had happened. No matter how much you tried to hide from her she always knew when something was wrong. You weren’t able to hide from her, she knew you too well. 

Now you're movin' in

Breakin' a sweat on your upper lip

And gettin' pissed about humidity

And the leaky faucet

You could practically hear the sound of your heart breaking when Erin said that Jay was going to move into her apartment. Even if at that moment your heart was breaking into tiny pieces it didn’t matter much to you. But nethertheless you smiled widely and said that you were really happy for her. You always wanted the best for Erin. “That’s amazing Erin, I'm so happy for you!” You said still smiling at her. When she replied saying “Thank you Y/n. You’re my best friend and I’m so glad we are friends.”

Friends. 

That is all you would ever be. You just got friendzoned by your best friend who you were madly in love with. You smiled through the pain. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything more knowing that you would probably start crying if you did. 

You already hurt my feeling three times

In the way only you could 

The curse of someone knowing you so well was it was easy for them to hurt you. They knew you best after all. 

You were doing better with accepting the fact that Erin was dating Jay and you were starting to accept that she would never return your feelings. That was all until it all came crashing down. 

You could still hear her words going over and over in your head. “Stop bothering me Y/n and just leave me alone! You don’t need to watch over me anymore. I have Jay so just stop. And please just grow up and find someone else to bother.” She said that right you asked her if she wanted more coffee, which was nothing like the Erin you knew. She had changed a lot. Nodding softly and saying “Of course Detective.” You walked away while biting your lip trying not to cry. Hearing her words broke you even more. 

Seeing your sad expression and how quiet you got broke her heart. She didn’t want to be rude but she simply snapped at the nearest person. This case was a hard one and she didn’t mean to take it out on you. You didn’t do anything wrong, you were just trying to check up on your closest friend. 

That wasn’t like Erin, she would never say something like this. You thought to yourself. But wanting to respect her decision you stayed away. You stopped looking at her and you would simply ignore her if she tried to talk to you, unless it was about a case. And as hard as it was, you just stuck to it. Thinking that it’s for the best if it stays like this. 

Luckily Voight had paired you with Antonio, since before you were paired with Jay and now you could barely look him in the eyes. 

Hank wasn’t blind, he saw how you barely talked to Erin and you two didn’t spend as much time together as you used to. He also saw the way Erin’s face fell everytime Adam or Antonio made you laugh at something.

That is when you made up your mind, there was no going back from this decision. You decided to transfer into a different unit in a completely new city to start again. You had already called Olivia Benson and asked if you could transfer into her unit in New York. You wanted to start out fresh. It was a very sudden decision but you felt like it was for the best.

Now all you had to do was tell Voight about your request. Which was terrifying for you. But you knew it was for the better.

Walking up into the district you felt oddly calm. You knew you'd miss this place and friends alot. But you hoped it would all be alright. 

Quickly unlocking the gate to the bullpen you headed towards Voight’s office. “So it’s true isn’t it?” He asked, looking up at you. “Yes Sir. I decided that a change of scenery would be a good idea.” You replied. 

Nodding he got up and walked over to shake your hand. “You’re a good cop Y/l/n. And don’t ever let anyone or anything change that.” “Thank you Sir.” You said slightly tearing up. “And if  you ever decide to come back to this district the door will always be open for you.” In response you simply nodded. “Thank you for everything Sarge. It was a pleasure to work in this unit. Can I tell the team now?”

After exchanging a few last words you walked out and stood next to the empty white board. “I just wanted to say that I’m transferring to New York’s SVU and I wanted to say goodbye before I leave.” You said smiling softly, you were trying your best to be strong and not to cry but it wasn’t that easy. 

The shocked faces of your coworkers will be forever ingrained into your mind. Saying goodbye was hard, especially to your coworkers who quickly became family to you. 

Erin and Jay were out doing something related to an old case, so you didn’t have to face them yet.

You stayed in the bullpen for a while, simply sitting and talking with your now ex-coworkers. Hearing footsteps leading up to the bullpen you didn’t even look up since you knew who it was. You just kept on sitting on the edge of Antonio’s desk, laughing and telling silly little stories to the rest of the unit.

“What’s this gathering for?” Jay asked in a joking tone. “Oh Y/n is leaving for New York soon to join the SVU, so we are just saying our goodbyes.” Adam replied, nodding over to you. Glancing up at them you saw how Erin’s face fell hearing his words and Jay simply looked shocked.

“I’m going to miss you guys a lot, but I think I have to get going since I have an early flight tomorrow.” You smiled getting up from Antonio’s desk, while glancing at your watch. “Actually Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” Erin asked softly, looking at you with slightly teary eyes. “Sure.” You simply responded. 

I mean what’s the worst that can happen? You were moving tomorrow and starting a new life, and leaving all of this behind.

Following Erin to the locker room, you held your head up high. Even if it hurt knowing it was the first time in weeks that you had properly talked to her. But what made it worse was that it was probably going to be the last time the two of you would speak to each other.

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, leaning on the lockers, looking at the brunette curiously. “I-I love you Y/n. And I can’t imagine losing you. I-” You interrupted her saying. “Erin, I love you too. But I can’t stay here. I’m sorry but moving is the best option for me. And besides you have Jay, you're happy and I don’t want to ruin it for you.” You said softly, walking over and cupping her cheek. 

“Jay and me- we broke up- Y/n-I can’t lose you. Please.” Erin begged you. “I’m sorry, but I'm doing what's best for both of us.” You replied, turning your back and trying to walk away. Erin grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, standing face to face with her you could feel the tears gathering up in your eyes. 

“Stay. Please.” She begged you. “I can’t and you know that Erin. I’ll always love you. But this isn’t healthy for the both of us.” You said softly leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her cheek. But Erin must have figured out what you were trying to do and pulled you in for a short kiss. 

You both pulled away with tears in your eyes. “I’m gonna miss you.” She mumbled. “Me too.” You said while pulling away. Looking over at Erin you could see the tears gathering up in her eyes. You both knew what you wanted to say but somehow you couldn't find the words to say it. 

Smiling at her one last time you walked towards the exit of the district. You had to get out of there before you started crying. This was harder than you thought it would be. Sending one last shaky smile to Sergeant Platt, you walked out. Walking out you breathed in the late winter Chicago air. You were ready to start a new life in New York.

You knew you’d always love Erin but you needed a fresh start. Somewhere far away from here, where you wouldn't have to face the reality of how loyal and in love you were with Erin.

Sometimes it’s just easier this way.

[ultimatevocalsonicsongtournament]

ROUND 2 - Pool #125

Live and Learn (Acoustic Ver.) vs. His World

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Live and Learn (Acoustic Ver.)

His World

Lyrics below!

Live and Learn (Acoustic Ver.)

Can you feel life, movin' through your mind? Ooh, looks like it came back for more! Yeah! Can you feel time slippin' down your spine? Oh, you try and try to ignore! Yeah! But you can hardly swallow Your fears and pain! And you can't help but follow And puts you right back where you came! Live and learn! Hanging on the edge of tomorrow Live and learn! From the works of yesterday Live and learn! If you beg or if you borrow Live and learn! You may never find your way Whoa, oh, yeah! Can you feel life tangle you up inside? Yeah! Now you're face down on the floor! Oh! But you can't save your sorrow You've paid in trade! And you can't help but follow And puts you right back where you came! Live and learn! Hanging on the edge of tomorrow Live and learn! From the works of yesterday Live and learn! If you beg or if you borrow Live and learn! You may never find your way Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh yeeeaaah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! There's a face searching far, so far and wide There's a place where you dream you'd never find Hold on to "what if"! (2x) Live and learn! Hanging on the edge of tomorrow Live and learn! From the works of yesterday Live and learn! If you beg or if you borrow Live and learn! You may never find your way (2x) Live and learn! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! (2x)

His World

Come on and light the fuse; he's a rocket, and he's ready to go 'Cause now the countdown has started, and he's ready to blow He's got the dope sounds bumpin' and in stereo (-eo!) Kickin' ass fast, puttin' on a show Go on and get yourself together, there's no time to rest And if you put the time in, he'll put you to the test He's like the runnin' man; in his world, more is less And if you wanna test him, best bring your best Don't make me spell it out, bring your best! In this world (His world!) Where life is strong In this world (His world!) Life's an open book In this world (His world!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! In this world (His world!) Where one is all In this world (His world!) Never fear the fall In this world (His world!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! Runnin' it back again, well, whaddya expect? Comin' out to win ten outta ten, got a real rough neck Spikes up his liberty and straps on his shoes 'Cause he's the best there ever was, haven't ya heard the news? Intergalactic continental champ runnin' things Hyperactive instrumental in pulling strings He is the one who understands when the tides will swing So he's breakin' down doors, never followin' Come on and psyche yourself up, 'cause it's time to play Bounce to the beats and the rhymes, 'cause they're here to stay The one and only marathon man, livin' the day Rollin' up, comin' fast, and he'll blow you away Because the pressures of this world, they can take their toll And it's tough to get away when they take a hold The only way to break free is to break the mold He can't stop now, lock and load Don't stop now; come on, rock 'n' roll! In this world (His world!) (Gotta make your own way!) Where life is strong In this world (His world!) (Life is just a game you play!) Life's an open book In this world (His world!) (Nothing's forever here to stay!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! In this world (His world!) (Gotta make your own way!) Where one is all In this world (His world!) (Life is just a game you play!) Never fear the fall In this world (His world!) (Nothing's forever here to stay!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! Light the fuse on his rocket, and he's ready to go 'Cause now the countdown has started, and it's ready to blow (In his world) (Where one is all!) Intergalactic continental champ runnin' things Hyperactive instrumental in pulling strings (In his world) (Never fear the fall!) (In his world) The only way to break free is to break the mold He can't stop now, lock and load (His world!) I said he can't stop now, lock and load (His world!) Don't stop now; come on and rock 'n' roll!

[trueaffections]

★ word on the street with SIRI BOWDEN ★

first up, roll call: your position at eden and how long have you done it? my name is siri and i'm a vip server. i've worked here for three and half years.

what’s your drink of choice to make for yourself or others? my favorite drink is a manhattan. chilled, in a martini glass, i think it looks stupid on the rocks. reeks of insecurity. i'll sometimes ask for tennessee whiskey instead of rye, when i'm really trying to make it clear to the bartender that i know what i'm doing. shows i'm about business. i usually just drink white wine, but i've found it makes one almost too approachable.

we’re passing you the aux. what’s your number one club classic? breakin’ dishes by rihanna. i miss her so bad. not only is it an incredibly sexy song, it's like, cathartic to get to twerk in unity too, because i think we've all been there. plus, i like watching all the guys get a little nervous, because they should be. 

what’s your most iconic night out memory? i once got to ride in a helicopter with some guy. i don't think it was like, his helicopter, but he definitely had a better hook up to it than anyone i know, so credit where credit is due. it was actually a really nice sort-of-date, because i couldn't hear any of the 20 questions he asked me over the blades...

what’s your craziest rideshare story? i have been known to throw elbows at the uber checkpoint. you know, like when they set up at the end of the street to just take drunk people home all night? i may or may not have gone a little overboard a few weeks ago when we were trying to get a ride to the girls' house. we were coming out at the same time as a bachelorette party, and there was only one uberxl left. we travel best as a pack, it's a nightmare to try and figure out who's going in what car - and don't get me wrong, i'm part of the problem, i'm the first one crawling to the back row to snag seats for me and jack, but it's a delicate balance, so we were getting that fucking van. ultimately, i figured "whatever, she's getting married." when she's somene's wife she won't be sitting around stewing about some bitch who tore her sash over an overpriced ride in a toyota highlander.

what’s your typical fast food order after the clubs close? i don't crave fast food, but i will put away a bag of tortilla chips. that's the perfect drunk person snack. just dry, you can get a dip out for appearances, but i know what i want. just plain, corn tortilla chips.

you ready to kick this interview up a notch? okay.

truth or dare? truth. i don’t like to waste my daring.

what is your toxic trait?  i'm sure a number of eager and obviously stable young men in southern florida would really jump at the chance to lay this one out, but i guess i could give them a hand. i have been told i have a nasty attitude, i'm argumentative, i'm pathologically closed off, but you guys keep coming back for more, so i guess it's not all bad, huh?

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.