#buckin goes so hard

[letsgetmessi]

“Say the things that I know will offend (Huh, yeah). Wear that shit that I know start a trend (Uh). Take the Bugatti out for the spin (Ooh). Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin”

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader but she’s not really there, masturbation, reigen keeps videos, oral sex ( m!receiving ), probably poorly written reigen, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ big big special thankies to @arabaka for not only introducing me to reigen but also giving me advice about his characterization and helping me get to know him better 🥺. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Reigen is so sloppy when he jacks off. that’s why he typically prefers to lie in bed, moaning your name, that way he can ruin his own sheets, or roll over on to his stomach to hump against the mattress. his sweat and cum mingle on the bedding, cheeks red and glistening, eyes closed as he digs his fingers into his pillow, rutting, needy. he imagines you under him, legs spread and eyes glassy like they get when he pounds you hard. he likes to make you go dumb on his cock, and remember how you drooled and begged him, later when he’s alone.

but every now and then, the urge for you rears its head while he’s at the office.

and that’s what the videos are for.

so that he might find himself sprawled in his chair, legs spread wide and cock jabbing upwards, pink-tipped and throbbing, coated in the spit in his palm as he strokes himself silly with one hand, and grips his phone tightly in the other. the audio is cranked, and the way your visage slurps as you worship his tip on the video before him is forcing his breathing to catch in his throat. you were always so damn eager to suck him off, and he was way more than willing to let you.

“So cute… how are you s-so cute when you—” he grunts to himself, and when your tongue glides against his slit on the screen, Reigen mimics, pressing his thumb against the sensitive hole and rubbing back and forth, just the way you would. he groans in the back of his throat, and his eyes threaten to close, but he wants to watch so bad, they simply flutter instead, lids heavy. after a moment of teasing himself, he watches your mouth open wide, and he elicits a soft, happy whimper when the squishy head slips in. he can remember exactly how the inside of your mouth feels, and he attempts to imitate the sensation by enveloping his cock tip with his palm, tightening his grip around the frenulum to simulate the tight, stretch of your plushy lips. your eyes, though zeroed in on the camera as he films you, go hazy when his dick fills your mouth, and Reigen’s hips push forward, fucking his own hand and the air, simultaneously, breathing ragged. he loves that look on your face— when your senses are overwhelmed, and all you can see, smell, and taste is his sex; it’s as if the moment his cock slips in, your brain turns off.

when your head starts to bob, up and down, Reigen has to shift, changing the pace and angle of his stroking, smearing spit and the beading precum over his cock as he pumps furiously to keep up with the rhythm you’d set a few nights prior. the cocktail dribbles along the edges of his fly, soaking a ring of wetness against his gray pants, but he doesn’t care, he’s too caught up in it. jaw hanging slack, cheeks cherry red, his breathing comes and goes in furious, strangled puffs in between gargling, desperate moaning.

“Pretty, little cocksucker… my pretty girl, so f—fucking talented with that, hng, soft mouth a’yours…” perspiration runs in racing stripes down his temple, over his cheeks, and streams on his throat as a prominent vein bulges there, a telltale sign that he was inching closer to release. Reigen can hear his own voice over the recording, begging you to suck it, pleading for you to suck his cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to you, and he can tell by the dizzy look on your face, that it is.

“P-please, oh— shit, ‘s good… you make me feel so, so good!” Reigen hunches forward, closer to the screen as his strokes become erratic, squeezing his tip and then bucking his hips to slide through his slick palm, fucking it like it was your throat. seeing the digital clone of his dick disappear, only to watch your cheeks bulge and your eyes roll back in your head, he’s teetering on the edge of a big orgasm, a needy one, but when you start to cluck with each thrust, Reigen knows that must’ve been about the time he was battering your gag reflex, and he lost it.

furiously pistoning his fist up and down his own length, he forgets where he’s at. he forgets himself, and becomes a grunting, panting, whimpering mess of taut muscles and rutting. “That’s it, y-yes, yes, yes!”

falling back against his office chair, his knees spread, the muscles in his arm burns, but he can’t stop, he can’t ease up off this brutal rhythm until the first spurts of his release erupt from his swollen, twitching cock. a flustered gasp, one in the form of your name, escapes his lips, and so does a small trickle of drool, as the first streamers land against his phone screen, dripping on and obscuring your euphoric expression. Reigen gargles a contented moan, his fist running up to wring at his tip, extracting more of his load in a milking fashion, until it splatters on his abdomen, staining his suit and dampening the white shirt underneath. what he had left to siphon out of his tender, softening cock dribbled out from his slit and oozed down along his shaft while he panted like a wild animal, globbing in the patch of golden hair at his base.

the video ends, and he’s too worn out to do much but allow his phone to clatter against his desk, twitching and bathing in afterglow. his office smells of his sweat and sex, and he closes his eyes, taking a ragged, satiated breath.

he still can’t believe the power you hold over him, how you make him a depraved, base fool. just the thought of you is enough to have his cock twitching again, and he groans, running the pad of his thumb over the throbbing vein nearest the base. “Already?” he asked aloud, incredulous at just how willing his body was to spring back and demand your attention. he would have to rub at least one more out before he could focus long enough to get through the rest of his work day.

but he would still be desperate enough that you would get the fuck of your life when he got home.

[insufferablelust]

Revelation (Spencer x Reader)

imagine thats Older!Spencer :)

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, heavy daddy kink, belting, shameless smut, a bit of size kink i suppose, pet names, degradastion by name calling, punishment, squirting, gagging, just a dirty dirty daddy Spencer smut, subspace and huge  fluff! and reader is his goddess. :)

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All you could feel was exhaustion, exhaustion that lingered from the very tip of your skin to the rattling of your bones. The soft musk of Spencer’s scent filled the room so nicely, bringing you to an edge of calmness, you are home— with your love, your baby, your daddy.

You smiled as you tug your scarf down , placing it gently above the couch before you call out to the very man that owns your body and soul, “Spence?” the exhaustion was prominent in your voice, even though tried to brush it off.

“In here, kitten! wait a sec.” He yelled, jogging down from the kitchen to where you were sitting at the couch, He smiled tenderly with the kitchen towel perched on his shoulder, he looked so domestic, so much of the boyfriend-ness of him yet the way he holds himself is daddy, your daddy.

He immediately gathered you up on his arm, plopping down next to you and bring you to straddle his waist, “So pretty, so so pretty, i miss you, kitten.” He whispered, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips as his hand rest on your throat- the very side of your pulse.

You giggled a little, nipping his lower lip, pulling back only to whisper a tiny “i miss you..” kiss “daddy.” Heaven is what you are, he thinks. Because here he is, having the knowledge of everything, absolutely everything this word has to possibly offer yet.. nothing, nothing feel as complete as you. as having you perched on his lap, being good.. such a good little girl.

“Look at me.” His voice changed a little, it was deeper, huskier that it caused the sweet nectar flowing down south from the heat of your belly. God, your eyes snapped to his.. your socks covered feet tucked under his knees as he gently, just gently press his palm against your pulse, tightening his grasp— not enough to choke you yet enough to draw a pleasure filled gasp emitting from your sinful lips. “daddy—“

“Shush, been a good girl, haven’t you?” He cooed gently, his other hand slide itself around your waist to gently rub your back with calming warmth. “Uh huh.. The test went well today..” You murmured, eyes still focusing to his as you latched onto his strong arms.

You are 10 years his junior, you practically met when he was holding a lecture on the academy where you trained to be an agent.. an FBI agent just like him. The first gaze you laid upon each other, ignited the fire like no other, the desire and lust and.. gentle itching feeling of blossoming crush embedded deep inside both of your insides, practically screaming at yourselves to just.. get to know each other.

Getting to know each other, you did. It started off as a nervous filled dates, though he was a proper gentleman, bringing you on classic dates to libraries where you would borrow books you both haven’t read or something you just want to read and then reading it together on the window sill. Your first kiss was over a cup of coffee perched on the sill with Anna Karenina on your lap and Russian Literature on his, the kiss was magnificent that you were sure that if soulmates were real, he was— is your soulmate.

The first time you were intimate with each other was a rather cliche experience, cliche and romantic. After the 5th official date where he asked you to be his, you both went to his place which funnily was only a block away from where your apartment building sits. Rounds and rounds, you both savored the moment like you were made for each other; Ares & Aphrodite, Apollo & Calliope, Orpheus & Eurydice. The first one was gentle, desire filled love making against the bed, where he touched your skin like he touched your soul, where he kissed your lips like he kissed your fluttering heart, where he thrusts into you like a mad man, your mad man.

The next round varies, from the one where you were both on the edge of the bed when you accidentally slipped out the word “daddy.” which only made him thrust harder with an impossibly loud groans of “Call me that again—fuck!”. There was one where he choked you, fucking the soul out of you that you both ended up on the floor— not even bothering to stop by then. After the 4th round, you were both spent.. spent and absolutely basked in heavenly reality— reality that will always engulf you both.. Soulmates.

“You’ll nail it, i know you will, daddy knows best doesn’t he?” He chuckled, but his gaze darken, his grip tighten, and his head.. his head tilted in a mocking way, not mocking your ability of course but rather.. ‘Daddy Knows Best, Doesn’the?’ You knew then he found out, found your dirty dirty little secret that you tried to keep hidden (or at least for the most part)

You see, a week ago, Spencer left for a case— a pretty short one though you were desperate every time you separated from each other. You missed him so much, missed spencer but also.. you miss your daddy, your rock, your dominant. You missed his touch, missed his cock, missed his kisses, fuck you missed him so much that you were willing to break one of his most important rule. ‘No touching yourself without daddy’s sole permission, and no cumming without his permission too.’

You knew you could’ve asked, could’ve begged for him to make you cum over the phone but you couldn’t.. one part because you knew he was busy, and you had to wait at least until midnight to get him to call you.. but the other part of you, the nasty brat he calls it, was eager to be punished, to be settled back on its place. You craved the way his palm.. those genius palm slapped your ass and cunt raw until they sting so painfully that you knew you wouldnt be able to sit down tomorrow. You craved the way you were on the brink of consciousness as his hand choke your neck like he owns you.. and yeah.. he truly owns you.

So you did the most obvious, you touched yourself, you came without his permission, and you used the new vibrators he specifically asked you to not use it until he comes back. 3 rules broken and you were happy.. giddy about it. But know that he knew, you felt.. almost guilty, lust still covered you, the severe thrill still clouds you but you feel guilty, guilty that you have disappointed your daddy.

“Daddy, I—“

“Shh, Good girls gets to speak, Brats like you gets nothing.” He hissed, demeanor changed 180 as his grip tighten as much as he could and his palm goes from giving you calmness to slap your ass cheeks like you were his punching bag. You mewled and whined, before he hoist you up his arm, to move both of you to the bedroom.

“Gonna show you just what nasty desperate kittens like you get, gonna ruin you like a rag doll.” Thrown you into the bed like a rag doll is exactly what he did, you bounced a little before propping your body with your elbows to watch him sauntered over to the closer. “Was going to make you a nice dinner pet, romantic and shit, but you just had to be a slut.. for daddy huh?” He said from the closet, making you bit your lip in guilt.

“Please daddy, i’m sorry!”

“Told you to stay fucking quiet.” He rasped, pulling a few things from the closet, then making his way back to where you were laid, clothes already off. “But, i was just—“ He cuts you off by pinching your nipples hard as he placed a handcuff, a belt, and a gag— a ring gag to be exact.

“Since you can’t keep your filthy whore mouth shut, i’m going to place this—“ He grabbed the gag, carefully scurrying it around your head, “There you go, looking like a cute slutty brat that you are.” He pats your head, before securing the handcuffs around your wrist up above your head.

“Aw my baby drooling already? You’re practically begging to get your face fucked, princess.” He cooed, god he’s so different in private like this, he knows every one of your weak spots, every word that makes your heart leaps and your pussy clenched, every damn move and touches that have you begging for more, yearning for more, and being so needy over it. A man like Spencer, thrived in the feeling of having control over something for extensive amount of time, he doesn’t mind not being the typical alpha male on the streets, but here in his sheets every night— he’s the predator, and you my darling, is his frail prey.

The only thing you could let out is a pathetic mewl as he slapped the skin of your gorgeous breasts, his gaze hungry as he trailed them down your body, your gorgeous curves, it almost as if he’s worshipping every damn mark and inch of skin— silently thanking whoever made you possible for how your body just as it is.

“beautiful, could be eating you out right now, but you decided to be bad.” He tsk’d, causing you to whimper and buck your hips which he slapped your thigh for, “No buckin’ up on daddy. Be good.”

Be good,

Be good,

Be good, Y/N.

Suddenly, suddenly your eyes droops just a little, you were still so still you held in your breath, your cheeks warmth as you feel yourself entering the very very fuzzy space where the only thing that exists is Y/N and Daddy. Be good, she has to be good for him because she has disappointed him again for being a— your thought were cut short as he cup your cheek, noticing how your body language changes, your daddy always knows after all.

“Shh, you’re good princess. hey are you with me? want me to stop? take the gag off, little one?” He cooed, as you momentarily shake your head with such eager, gesturing for him that no.. no you don’t want him to stop, you did a bad naughty thing and you need to be punished. Spencer has spent all his time studying your behavior, your every little detail— expression, body language, every damn thing to know just what it is you want, you need, you.. crave.

“Alright but if you feel any discomfort you’ll tap daddy with your legs okay? you can even kick him, daddy won’t mind..” He chuckled, which earned a strangled laugh from you— “Oh go and speak now angel, love watching you all messy and drooly.” He laughed, before flipping you so that you were laid face down with your ass up as your hips being propped up by a pillow.

Crack!

So sudden , it was so sudden, the loud impact sound of his belt against your skin echoed on the very walls of your room. Your head thrown back as your saliva steadily running down your chin, your eyes breaming with tears, and you let out a very very adorable strangled cries. “Fuck, thats it, take it, take your punishment and maybe, just maybe daddy’ll be a little lenient towards you tonight.”

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

You didn’t count, you lost track of how many times the harsh leather has hit your skin, now burning with tremendous guilt and burning lustful desire. Your tears soaked the pillow case like a damn river, yet he didn’t relent not until he felt like you’ve learned your lesson.

and honestly.. you wouldn’t ask for anything else.

-

“Pretty girl, so so good for daddy shh, come here.” He wrapped you up in his arms as he remove the gag and handcuffs altogether, you were a panting drooly mess as he presses tiny loving kisses on your forehead— body completely engulfing you in his warmth. “D-daddy.. am i.. am i forgiven?” You hiccups, looking up at him to seek for comfort.. for his forgiveness, his his his.

“Oh sweetheart, i wasn’t mad at you, was just putting you back on your place. You’re so so good for me.” he cooed, gently easing you up his lap, trailing his fingers from your hair down to your arms, your tummy, and heading further south. “I love you daddy... thank you for correcting me.”

Spencer could drown, drown inside your pretty eyes, just get lost in it forever, until he suffocates and die a happy man. He would be the prisoner in your version of heaven no doubt, he was never a religious man, but if there’s a higher power— it’s you, a damn goddess— his true revelation.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Let me take care of you okay?” He whispered, positioning you properly, your back against his chest, your head adorably tucked under his chin, and your thighs spread with his knees below yours. You were a giggling mess, hazy in your space but so so drunk on pleasure, “Please please please!” You whimpered greedily, trying to grind down on his bare cock.

“Patience is virtue, angel. Let’s get you nice and ready hm? know you’re too tight to take all of me.” He whispered, which resulted in you yelling— cutting him off a little way too loudly.

“But i can! i can take it, daddy! please let me show you!” God you didn’t know what you did to him, what your damn gorgeous eyes did to his psyche, to his cock. Begging like that, making him wants to ruin you, making him wants to release the very very hungry beast inside of him— ruin ruin ruin you oh so beautifully.

“Alright, you asked for it. Don’t go blabbing about being too full, you brat.” He smacked your thigh before positioning his hard, thick hard long cock on your entrance, slowly pushing his impossible length up your tummy. “Oh! oh oh! daddy!” You cried, cried and mewled like a kitten.

His length was not even halfway in and yet you were filled so fully that your head spins. “Take it, just a lil more, doing so good.” He rasps, feeling your cunt impossibly tight around his cock, warm and snug. “Please daddy...” You whimpered, not even know what the pleading was for but you pleads for him— with him.

When he finally got all his length stuffed deep inside your weepy cunt, his mouth nip and bite at the skin of your neck, trying to hold back the grunts as he moves slowly, thrusting up to your tight cunt.

“Fuck so damn tight, kitten.” You shuddered as the tip of his cock hit your spot perfectly, he was in so deep that all the sound that dripped from your lip was ‘ah! ah ah! d-‘

“Take it, take it, take it.” Was all he chanted as he settled you so you seated up right on his lap, before bouncing you up and down his length. Spencer was deeper this way, way way deep inside your walls, massaging every pulsing need you’ve held for awhile.

“So big! so— oh! please daddy faster!” You moaned wantonly, bouncing yourself up and down his cock, gasping as he places his palm on your tummy where the imprint his cock nestled deep inside you was so prominent that he cried out loud. “Feel it huh? feel it deep inside your tummy?”

“Yes yes yes oh fuck! S-Spencer!” You knew just how much he loves it when you moaned his name, so even in your fuzzy space, you moaned it, because you love him and he was practically fucking the living soul outta you. “I love you— fuck me i love you, gonna cum hm?” He whispered, moving his hand down, down down down then pressing his thumb on your clit to rub it.

“Daddy no! no i-i’ll make a mess!” Of course he knows this, knows that the burn on your ass constantly slapping against his thigh turns you on like nothing else, knows that his cock was filling you up so good that you could practically feel him inside your throat, knows that the rubbing of his thumb will have you squirting on his cock in no time.

“But daddy— shit, daddy wants you to make a mess, go on little one.. make a big mess.” And so you did, you did hard— squirting on his cock like river was streaming down your cunt, your walls pulses around his cock like a vibrator and the grip was like vice, sending him to absolute bliss himself— cumming inside you shortly after as you shake and writhe above him.

“I love you Y/N fuck— fuck i love you so fucking much.” He fucked you through your and his orgasm like a mad man, burying his face on your neck as his cum was buried inside your cunt. You were panting so hard, body still shaking as he leave trail of kisses on the column of your throat before tilting your head to kiss your lips softly.

“D-Daddy?” You meekly whispered, lips trembling as you spoke after he hummed, “can you stay inside? want to keep you inside please..”

And who’s Spencer Reid to deny his goddess’s wishes

-

xx,d

[babbushka]

Its sin day!!! Hip Hip Hooray! Thank you! this is a highlight of my week. My Dear, Mrs, Z. If the muse takes you there, can we please get the reader sitting on Clyde Logans face? Im feeling a little nasty today. Only if you feel inspired.

(1k; face riding/oral sex, a real fun time)

You’re spending time together in the kitchen preparin’ a real nice lunch, when Clyde lets out a thoughtful sigh from his spot at the cuttin’ board. He’s been real quiet all mornin’, and that ain’t somethin’ out of the ordinary for Clyde, but still, you have a feelin’ that somethin’s on his mind and you don’t ever want to pressure him to let it out before he’s ready. It looked like now though, he was ready, havin’ let the thoughts sit in that handsome head of his for too long.

“Darlin’?” He asks, chewing on the inside of his cheeks as he carefully slices carrots into pretty ribbons.

“Yeah big bear?” You act as if you ain’t been waitin’ for him to tell ya all mornin’, giving him easy eyes, an encouraging smile.

“Do ya think I’m…simple minded?” He asks, and you frown. That sure as shit wasn’t what you’d been expectin’, and anger begins to boil up in your blood at the idea of someone being so cruel to your man.

“Who the fuck said that?” You ask in return, puttin’ your hands on your hips in that way that’s got Clyde fightin’ a smile. He’s always known you to be feisty, an absolute firecracker.

“We was tellin’ Joe all’a ‘bout the robbery and he said somethin’ along them lines. I think he meant it as a compliment.” Clyde shrugs. He knew Joe didn’t mean it in any bad way or nothin’, but it wasn’t sitting right with him, made him self-conscious in the way that words can always do.

“You’re one of the smartest people I know, Clyde, I mean that.” You say even as you’re puttin’ your own veggies and knife down, walkin’ over to the sink and washin’ your hands, moving around the kitchen as if you’re gearin’ up to go somewhere. “Ain’t nobody gonna make you feel otherwise, not on my watch.”

“Where’re you goin’ sweetheart?” Clyde follows you around, catches you around the middle before you can go put your shoes on.

“To pay Mr. Bang a visit and tell him what for.” You’re frownin’ and the look is so cute on your face that Clyde can’t help but feel a little lighter. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and sighs.

“Naw you don’t gotta do that – but there is somethin’ you could do…if you’re wantin’ to cheer me up ‘n all.” He suggests.

It doesn’t take long to figure out what he means, not with the way his hand reaches down down down your body, pushes through your panties and rubs at the hot skin of your lower stomach.

“Oh yeah?” Your bad mood drops immediately, replaced with the swoop of excitement as Clyde only hums out a yeah against your neck.

In ten minutes flat, you’ve got him laid up on the couch on his back, your knees straddling his face as he eats your pussy out like he’s a dyin’ man and this is his last meal. You didn’t bother to get naked, not yet anyway, not in your haste, but he did tear your panties clean off of your hips, tore it straight through the middle to kiss and suck and lick at your cunt.

“Yes! God – oh shit Clyde, Clyde honey – yes!” Your head is tipped back as you ride his mouth, his chin, his nose rubbing right up against your clit as he smacks the back of your thigh, makes you yelp out and clench down around his tongue.

“Mmm,” He moans, smears the words into your cunt, lets you feel the vibrations all the way up into your stomach, makes your bones rattle, “Bounce on my fuckin’ face baby.”

And you do, you do you do you do, rockin’ back and forth on his face, your hands grasping at your own tits and squeezing them, rolling your nipples between your fingers to get all your nerves on fire as your body quakes above him.

His hand alternates between holdin’ your hips steady and grabbing or smacking your ass, his other arm hooked around your thigh to keep you from accidentally buckin’ your hips too far and slidin’ off of him. His cock is rock fuckin’ solid in his shorts, and every accidental movement of his own hips and thighs has him groaning into your pussy from the friction of his boxers against his dick.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Oh – oh – ah!” You gasp, not afraid to be loud, not afraid to shout out his name. You’re all the way out in the middle of nowhere in the woods, after all, no neighbors for as far as the eye can see. You can afford the volume, especially when he goes and starts suckin’ on your clit real hard, tugs it between his lips.

He’s moaning, precious thing, and if you had any energy to spare you’d be thinkin’ about how good he is, how he’s gonna get rewarded for swallowin’ all your come. His eyes are rolled back into his head and his toes are curled against the cushions of the couch and it makes your heart stutter that he loves this, he loves eatin’ your pussy, loves the feeling of your thighs caging his head.

“Clyde! Aw honey, oh!” You shout as your cunt spasms around him, coming so hard and so suddenly that you stumble forward a little, have to brace yourself on the armrest of the couch, your eyes squeezing tight and your hips rolling in desperate attempts for him to lick and suck your folds through it.

He does, your perfect husband, he does, tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you even closer down onto his mouth, desperate to drink up every last drop that you gush all over him.

When you both calm down for half a minute, you grin and fall backwards onto the couch, your ankles by his head. He turns and kisses the arch of your foot, lifts his hand up and lays it on your pussy, thumb swirling lazy circles on your clit as your body shudders under the attention.

“Feelin’ better yet?” You ask with a great big smile, and Clyde huffs out a little laugh.

“I dunno, might need to go another round to find out.” He raises a brow and you bite your lip and nod, laughing happily, blissed the fuck out, when he surges forward and buries his face into your cunt again.

[blueberry-beanie]

Get to know the Coldplayer tag

Thank you @xmarksthexyloto, @deathandallhisfriendss and  @flamingplay for tagging me!

Here we go: Q1. Do you have favourite Coldplay album/era? If so what and why? Oh that’s a hard one... I LOVE the Viva era because it’s simply EPIC (and them curlsss...!) The first Coldplay performance I ever watched was MTV Live in Tokyo, and it fascinated me so much that I kept watching and watching... and never stopped xD.  BUT I also love Ghost Stories era because it has this mystical, magical feel about it and was the first era I really experienced as a Coldplayer as was happening.  AND (yeah, very long answer) I can’t leave AHFOD era out, since this is the first era of which I could experience going to concerts and yeah... it’s awesome xD

Q2. Favourite Coldplay song for when you’re sad: Always In My Head or the whole Ghost Stories Album

Q3: Favourite Coldplay song for when you’re happy: When I’m really happy I love (almost) everything and everyone :’D Probably Paradise.

Q4: X Marks the Spot, A Whisper, Princess of China, Fun: yay or nay? Yayyyy! yay. OH-OHHHHHH OHHHH OHHHHHHH-OH YAY! And YAY!

Q5: Best Album Art? Ghost Stories! 

Q6: Have you ever seen Coldplay live, if not - would you like to? Yes, two times. Last Year in Hamburg, this year in Hannover (and if everything goes as planned then next week in Hamburg, too).

Q7: If you could make Coldplay perform one song live, what would you choose? VIOLET HILL!!! Gravity. Hurts Like Heaven. Daylight, definitely.

Q8: What would your reaction be to meeting the boys in the street?

Depends on whom of the boys. 

All of them: Bring me to the psychologist, my hallucinations are getting out of hand.

Phil: “OwWW heyyyy! How’s Kaleidoscope going? How are ya and your friends?”

Will: *nervously* “H-hello.” 

Guy: lol a hologram walkin the streets. Looks real tho. “Guy? Hello!” Ow shit he’s real.

Chris: OMFG. Oh oh. Breathe...! “Hello? Chris?” *tells him how wonderful he is*

Jonny: “Hello, ambulance, yeah, if I don’t call in ten min, please come around I’m not okay then, bye.” *takes a breath* “Jon? Errm... I mean Jonny?” *tries not to die before writing down a full report of this encounter for N.*

Q9: The Chainsmokers, Big Sean, Rhianna: yay or nay? Yay! Idk yet. Yay.

Q9: Jonny goes Jazz or The Nappies? Jonny goes Jazz! Recently he even said in an interview that he started listening to Jazz!!

Q10: Carpool Karaoke or Three Boring Songs? Carpool Karaoke but I looooove Three Boring Songs, too. My wife said “Tom, you look so scary. Don’t wanna be rude, but your eyebrows are a little bit hairy...”

Q11: What song are you most hyped for on Kaleidoscope? Have you preordered the EP? I’m not so hyped about it I guess. But I’m curious because Hypnotised and AICTAIY are amazing. Also, Brian Eno has been working with them, that could be interesting!

Q12: Do you consider yourself an ‘Oldplayer’? No, actually I really hate this discussion. Everyone has their own taste, so an argument about personal preferences is kind of useless. Imo it’s important for a band to evolve and try new things. I love both older and new songs!

Q13: In your opinion, 4 or 5 members of Coldplay? What kinda question is this even? Five!!!

Q14: Live 2012 or Live 2014? Why is Live 2003 not mentioned? Hard question, since all concert films are so different... Live 2014 is beautiful, I love how it kinda is a circle, a repeating story. Live 2012 is colourful!! And Live 2003 is just so long ago... and the documentary is hillarious. Also: DAYLIGHT. Ok.

Q14: Bring back the curls?

YES. YES. YES. 

I’m gonna tag: @whereiwantedtogo, @amoonfullofstars, @flockofbirbs, @aheadfullofdreams2204 and @buckin-love (if you’re still here! Hello :D)

[guespers]

Episode 17 Guess List

Mason’s Guess 1: An empty street and there is a buckin’ bronco just galloping down the street. It doesn’t give a shit about stop signs, it's just going. It almost gets hit by a couple cars, but it doesn’t.

Alex’s image: A top down view of a cubicle office space, but everyone’s drawn in a scribbly pencil drawing style. Like a flip-book animation. There’s a man at his desk and he just leans back from his computer and goes, “I’m tired.” That’s the whole thing.

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Alex’s Guess 1: Cybernetic ghost man playing the ivories. Tickling them real good. Going like [makes tinky piano noises].

Mason’s image: Vanilla frosting avalanche.

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Mason’s Guess 2: Animals, but in places that they’re not normally in. So, a camel in a lush tropical rainforest. A panda in a desert.

Alex’s image: A stone tablet. On the stone tablet is old etchings is a wreath made of olive branches.

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Alex’s Guess 2: Like Transformers. Robots in Disguise, but instead it’s DRAGONS in Disguise. They are dragons, but they’re disguised as commercial jumbo jets, I guess.

Mason’s image: A David and Goliath-like situation, but David is a peanut and Goliath is a giant plantain. They have like stick legs.

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Mason’s Guess 3: A waterfall of broken keyboard keys.

Alex’s image: Truck nuts, but it’s a bear’s face. It’s like growling so it’s scary.

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Alex’s Guess 3: Asteroid belt, but the asteroids are marshmallows

Mason’s image: A cliff side and it’s chocolate, like really thick, hard chocolate, but when it rains it turns into chocolate pudding.

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