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heeheesang · 10 months
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𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓭
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𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓸𝓭𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽
sypnosis : a girl named kim yn, debuts under hybe with a ton of attention, making her stand out from the rest. she thought it was fine at first, until she was caught off guard and caught in a scandal with one of the groups in hybe labels.
warnings! cursing & innapropriate jokes (at certain chapters)
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time check, four pm. it was time for break, everyone was released from the dance room and we all had lunch together. we were talking about how our next week's last training had to be converted to our photo taking instead.
we weren't really sure how good we were yet so i asked if i could bring in a few friends to evaluate our dance later on and everyone was fine with it. we were pretty tired considering we started practicing at six am, i barely had any sleep.
"yn?" a familiar voice rang in my ears as i turned around to see haerin, ni-ki and eunchae.
"oh my god, guys!" i got off my seat and ran off the hug them, almost shedding tears at how i barely saw them even though we were in the same company under the same label.
"i'm guessing these are your friends! hi guys, i'm eunchae from lesserafim!" eunchae bowed and everyone else did too.
"kang haerin, from newjeans! we've met before~"
"nishimura riki from enhypen."
"this is isabella, doyeon, minju and haruka!"
"well, good luck on your debut! we know how stressful it can be so please try your best to not overwork and don't give up! we'll always be cheering for you guys!" eunchae said as we all bowed once again saying thank you.
once they left, the four of them bombarded me with questions.
"how do you know them, yn?"
"we met in high school! every year one of them left for debut and i was the last one so i tried to audition and thankfully, i made it! also, they'll be the ones supervising us later on!"
"oh, we can't wait!"
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"let's take it from the top?" i asked as everyone groaned and dramatically collapsed onto the ground.
"this will be the last one before they come so let's do it okay?"
they all nodded and we soon started dancing. as soon as we finished, there were a few knocks on the door. i opened it and we all greeted them once more.
"one, two, connect! i'm enhypen jungwon, i look forward to your performance." the man greeted himself as ni-ki kept wiggling his eyebrows.
"have you all done your recording?" haerin asked and we all nodded.
"of course they have, how else would they make the dance then?" eunchae fought back as haerin pouts and sighs.
"who's the leader?" jungwon asks.
"that'll be our leader, yn!"
"yn??"
"hi, i'm dazzle's leader, kim yn." i bowed and tried to hold in my laughter because of how ni-ki's face was priceless when doyeon said i was the leader.
"okay! let's see the dance?"
we all got into our positions and soon started with our vocals being played in the background. i felt that we were doing good enough because of their reactions and the way they were clapping to the beat of the song.
"dazzling in the night, just for you," with that, we were positioned like swans for our last part before ending the song.
"oh my god."
"oh my god good or oh my god bad?" i asked, slightly chuckling as i caught my breath.
"you guys are gonna be so big! that was so good! i just know you guys are gonna be legendary!" haerin exclaims and hugs me.
"i agree! and this is really big for a debut... and your song? we're the first ones to listen to it right?" i nodded at jungwon's question.
"i like it, the song is just my type."
"thank you, jungwon sunbae." we all bowed.
"yoi, just call me jungwon! no need for all that sunbae stuff~"
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ohshcscenerios · 3 years
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I have good news and bad news...
The good news, I found a new voice impression I can sound alike.
The bad news, It's fucking Goofy.
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calpalirwin · 3 years
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Permanent Vacation
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Summary: Calum falls for a musician.
A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)
Word Count: 2.8k
And away, and away we go!
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The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.
Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”
The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”
The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”
“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”
“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”
“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”
“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.
“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.
“Hey.”
“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.
“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”
Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”
“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”
“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”
“Oh, you know them?”
“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”
“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”
She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”
“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.
Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”
“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”
“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.
“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter. 
“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”
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I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.
So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.
I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash. 
I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.
A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.
The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.
“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”
We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.
They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”
“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.
Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”
“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”
“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”
“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”
Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”
She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”
Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”
“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.
“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”
“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”
A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.
“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”
With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.
“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.
“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”
“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me. 
“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”
“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.
“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.
“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”
“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”
She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”
“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.
She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”
We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.
Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.
“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.
“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”
“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”
I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”
“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”
I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.
“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And  you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”
“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”
“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”
“Mhm.”
She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”
“So the ball’s in my court?”
“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”
“You wanna hear what I think?”
“Go for it.”
“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”
“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”
I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.
She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”
“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”
“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
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lunnanunna · 3 years
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No Pressure
STRAY KIDS Extra Member AU
Summary: Ollie is competitive by nature, and it shows during the vault jumping on Kingdom’s Sports Day.
Warnings: swearing
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A/N: I don’t know the exact rules to vault jumping, but let’s pretend like this is totally possible. Also for my story, the third round will have 3 teams; Ateez x Stray Kids x Btob, SF9 x iKon x The Boyz, and then my girls will be their own team. While the first two teams (The original teams) will break up into rap, vocal, and dance, my girls will be just one team/group. Hope this makes sense.
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Excitement coursed through Ollie’s veins as she watched each group have their go at the vault jump. She had cheered on her members, along with the opposing teams, but where she did her hardest cheering was for her girls.
Seeing as everyone was split up by the teams for the third round, Ollie was teamed up with the girls in Kingdom.
She was excited to hear that they were splitting up into teams, three groups in each, then to have subgroups for each position; rap, vocal, and dance. But where she was the most ecstatic, was when Changmin announced a third team.
Apparently fans didn’t just want to see the vocals working together, or the rappers, or the dancers. They wanted to see the girls work together too. Meaning, Ollie was on a team with Miyoung, Bao, Yoori, and Sara, and were given free range on what performance they could do exactly.
Ollie had cracked up when Yoori blurted out (While the cameras were still rolling) that she finally got to be in a girl group. Then everyone joined in on the laughter when indignant squawks and protests came from Ateez.
Only downside to being on this team was the athleticism, or lack thereof. Ollie was the competitive type, so she had to bite her tongue when she saw that vaulting was their first event. Taking a look at the girls, she knew exactly how it was going to go.
Bao was the first one out, not at all to Ollie’s surprise.
The rapper stood at the start line and squinted at the vault, arms folded over her chest. She took one look at Ollie, then pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Sorry, shortstacks. I don’t do these kinds of things,” Bao said, looking at the dancer. She then turned to everyone else and took a slight bow. “That’s it for today. This has been Bao, ‘till now,” she smirked, holding up a V.
Ollie let out a long sigh as she watched Bao walk back over to the girls, clearly unbothered that she just lowered the chances of their team winning. “You were never gonna try, were you?” Ollie asked her.
“Nope. Now if it was baseball, then that would have been a different story,” Bao shrugged, then patted Ollie on the head, “Plus we have you. Other than Stray Kids and us, no one knows the power you hold.”
“No pressure,” Sara snorted, leaning her weight on one foot, hands in her pockets.
“You’re at least gonna try, right?” Ollie asked the youngest.
Sara shrugged. “I will. How far I get, depends on my energy today,” she said.
“Your energy’s never high,” Miyoung sighed, rubbing at her temples.
“There seems to be tension among the team,” Changbin spoke into the mic, earning chuckles from everyone.
Ollie turned to him, offering a fake smile. “Watch yourself, Changbin-ah.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Changbin said quickly, placing his mic on the table. More laughter was heard.
Ollie turned back to her team. “Let’s at least try, okay?” she said, looking at the girls.
“I’ll try hard, Unnie. I just can’t promise too much,” Yoori pouted.
Ollie chuckled. “As long as you try that’s all that matters,” she patted Yoori’s head.
“Though if you could let your demon come out to help get you over 1.7 meters, then that’d be awesome,” Sara smiled, holding a thumbs up.
“I’m barely 1.5 though,” Yoori bite her lip.
“So are we,” Ollie pointed at herself and Miyoung.
“Unnie and I barely make it to 1.7, we’re all at a disadvantage,” Sara chuckled, signaling to Bao.
“At least it’s not as embarrassing as Jinhwan’s situation. The man refuses to jump,” Bao snorted.
“Bao, be nice,” Miyoung scolded.
“Okay, okay. Let’s just move on. Sara go,” Ollie said, pushing Sara towards the start line.
The younger shook out her limbs then yelled, “I’m going!” Sara then ran, jumped, and flew over the vault. When she landed, Ollie knew Sara was done.
“You’re done, aren’t you?” Ollie quirked a brow as Sara rolled off the mat.
The dancer sheepishly nodded, dragging her feet towards Bao. “This takes way more energy than you’d expect,” Sara said, pointing at the vault. Ollie rolled her eyes.
“Okay, my turn,” Ollie sighed. In less than a few minutes, Ollie had jumped over the vault with ease and joined the girls again.
When it was Miyoung’s turn everyone cheered, watching as she struggled a bit, but still managed to get over the vault. Yoori was a different story.
The poor girl jumped, and latched onto the vault when she saw herself flying towards it instead of over it. She then proceeded to giggle as she climbed up, letting out a victory scream at the top.
“And that’s our demon,” Wooyoung spoke into the mic, grimacing.
Sara and Miyoung didn’t make it past 1.8 meters, but Ollie wasn’t really surprised. She had mentally prepared herself for this. As the vault kept getting higher, so did her motivation, and her jumping.
Soon it was just Chan, Minhyuk, and Ollie. The vault stood at 2.4 meters, and Ollie knew that this would be the end. Either she’d make it here, or she’d make it here. Losing wasn’t in Ollie’s vocabulary when it came to sports.
Sadly, all three failed their first attempt. At the second attempt, Chan and Minhyuk failed again. Now it was Ollie’s last chance.
“Changbin? Tell me about Ollie’s athletic record, because seeing as she’s made it this far, she’s got to have a pretty impressive one,” Eunkwang asked.
“Well she’s our main dancer, of course. Back in school she did track and was the libero on her volleyball team,” Changbin began.
“Meaning the girl is fast and can jump,” Changmin chuckled.
“Exactly,” Changbin nodded with a proud smirk. “She’s also a gym shark, as you can tell by the biceps on display,” he motioned towards Ollie who had stripped down to her tank top as the event went on.
Ollie smirked, then proceeded to flex. “I also have better abs than Changbin could ever dream of having,” she shouted, sending a wink towards the rapper.
“This is true,” he nodded dejectedly, getting everyone to laugh.
“Well, then let’s see just how good she really is,” Changmin smiled.
Ollie nodded, fist pumping the air. She then took a deep breath, and readied herself. When the referee gave her the signal to go, she released her breath then began to run.
As she got closer to the springboard, Ollie realized that she wasn’t going to make it over, but that didn’t stop her. When she jumped, she knew she’d have to use up all of her upper body strength if she wanted to make it over. And she did, in the most Ollie way possible.
She placed her hands on either side of the vault, and sensing that her legs were too low, pushed herself up. Ollie when saw that she had used too much strength, she mentally cursed, but used the momentum to her advantage.
With the amount of strength she used to push, it sent her legs flying up and over her head, basically doing a back walkover. She flipped herself over the vault and landed on the mat on her side, rolling off of it due to the momentum. Ollie managed to stick her landing, surprising herself and everyone around her.
Slowly looking back up at the vault, Ollie gawked at what just happened. “What?”
“She’s just as surprised as we are,” Changmin said in awe.
When the referee gave his approval, everyone erupted into cheers. Ollie grinned wide as Chan ran to her, tackling her in a hug.
“How’d you manage that?!” Chan asked.
“Are you even human?” Minhyuk asked, eyes still wide in shock.
“Unnie! That’s my unnie!” Yoori cheered by the sidelines, standing on a chair. The other girls cheered as well, sending Ollie thumbs ups.
“Ollie, do you think you can make 2.5 m?” Eunkwang asked, almost hesitant. Everyone waited for her answer.
Ollie knew that that was a fluke. It was a fucking miracle. There was no way she’d make the next one. Someday, but definitely not today.
Smirking, she looked at the MCs. “The world may never know,” she made a big show of shrugging, then walked off towards her team.
“Well, now I’m curious,” Wooyoung whined.
“There’s no way she’s human. I need to make sure to never anger her,” Changbin stated in mock fear (Or maybe it was real?), then sent Ollie finger hearts as she walked by.
“See? I told you you’d win it for us,” Bao smirked from her seat as Ollie joined the girls.
Ollie pouted. “I just really wanted to see you jump, Bao.” Yoori giggled, nodding her head in agreement.
“Maybe someday. If the time’s right,” Bao shrugged.
“The heck does that mean?” Sara asked, leaning back in her chair, arms pulled into her hoodie.  She looked about ready to tap out.
“Whatever you want it to mean, kid,” Bao shrugged again.
“This is going to be quite an interesting team,” Miyoung sighed, blinking. Ollie chuckled, because, yes, this team is going to be chaotic. One of Ollie’s favorite things.
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ahkaahshi · 3 years
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sensations [kuroo tetsurou x reader]
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pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem reader
genre: smut (18+)
warning(s): explicit sexual content, blindfolding, bondage, penetrative sex, oral sex, a bit of power play, dirty talk, swearing, creampie, a bad pun (from kuroo, of course), you call him daddy a couple times (bc I couldn’t resist I'm not sorry), porn without a plot
word count: 2.8k
overview: leave it up to kuroo to teach you that sometimes less is more--in terms of the control you have, that is.
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At the present moment in time, there’s not much you can see or do.
The murky darkness of the silk blindfold tied around your head is depriving you of your sight while the corded rope encircling your wrists and ankles—skillfully knotted to tighten each time you move—severely restricts your range of motion.
And though there’s not much you can see or do, you can feel and hear everything.
You can hear every deep breath and whisper of his that spreads heat across your skin like a flow of molten lava. Feel each of his fingers kneading the supple skin of your inner thighs as they move tantalizingly close to your aching core before retreating once more. Every touch lights your senses ablaze, and his voice only seems to act as a kerosene that makes every nerve ending in your body burn brighter.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he purrs from where his head hovers near your ear, “How pretty you’d look all tied up for me.” One of his hands drifts up towards where your wrists are tied together to trail his fingers along yours. “The sight’s better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“Tetsu…” you whimper with a wiggle of the hips, trying to bring his attention to where you need him most.
Short waves of warmth fan across your neck as he chuckles at your impatience. “Try and resist all you want, (f/n), but remember: you’re playing my game,” he comments lowly, giving your bound wrists a gentle squeeze as a reminder, “I’ll fuck that pretty pussy of yours just the way you want me to soon enough, so just be a good, patient girl for me and do what I say, okay?”
A small smirk creeps onto your lips before you arch your back slightly and whine, “I’ll be good for you, daddy.”
The hand he has resting on your thigh becomes a vise that tightens in response to your words. “Such a fucking tease.” He nips your neck roughly, eliciting a squeal of surprise from between your lips. “Mm. I’d much rather hear sounds like that coming from you.”
Soon, his lips are traveling down to your collarbone and sternum before he presses them against the swell of your breast. A slow drag of his tongue along one of your hardened nipples as he moves his grip up from your leg to roll the other between his fingers has you releasing another mewl of pleasure. The throbbing you feel emanating from between your legs soon becomes too intense for you to ignore, and his name leaves your mouth once more in a heaving breath. Seeing how restless you’re becoming is enough to prompt him to slide his hand down your stomach, taking his time tracing every bone and muscle he can feel beneath your skin along the way, and position it close enough to your entrance for you to feel his warmth.
You feel the bed shift beside you moments before his lips brush against yours, making you flinch at the suddenness of his touch—which he apologizes for by gently skimming his thumb along your cheek. Slowly, he dips a finger between your glistening folds already spread wide for him by the restraints keeping your legs open, and asks, “Is this what you want, huh, baby?”
“Yes!” you chirp, following your enthusiastic response with a gentle moan. At feeling him circle your swollen bud that’s been aching to be touched for what feels like too long, your body relaxes into the mattress. He swallows any further sounds that leave your lips with open-mouthed kisses. You can hear the cadence of his breaths speed up as his tongue glides along yours while his fingers slip into your weeping pussy with a nearly obscene squelch, given that he’s only just started touching you the way you want him to.
You’re certain that the sensation of your velvety walls clamping down on his digits as he edges them closer to the sweet spot inside of you is conjuring lewd images inside his head, since his breathing is slowly becoming more ragged and his kisses more desperate. Upon feeling the bed move once again as he pulls his lips away from yours with a loud smack, your heart leaps with anticipation—though you wish more than anything that you could see the way he’s looking at you.
“I wanna taste you, baby girl,” he hums, his low voice sending vibrations through your chest when he presses his mouth against your neck. “Do you want that?”
“Mhm!”
“Beg for it, then.”
Needily, you mewl, “I wanna cum all over your face, daddy! Please, let me!”
The deep groan you hear him emit is one of satisfaction with your answer. “For someone who’s usually so stubborn, you’re always so quick to beg for me,” he muses, moving his lips to your ears once more so he can whisper, “I love it.” His voice sends tingles skittering down your spine and hearing the springs in the mattress creak as he readjusts his position so he can place his head between your legs has your body buzzing with suspense. The soft strands of his haphazardly styled hair brushing against your inner thighs make your legs quiver, and his large hands move to hold them in place. Another wave of heat travels along your throbbing core in the form of a long sigh he exhales before dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit.
A loud moan escapes your mouth at feeling his hot tongue blazing the path along your slit you’ve so desperately been waiting for it to travel. But the way he’s maintaining a pressure too light for your liking has you fighting the restraints keeping your wrists over your head, preventing your hands from moving to his head to pull him closer. He must notice your futile struggle, since he suddenly shoves his tongue inside of you. “Mm…” he murmurs and places a small kiss against the inside of your thigh, “You taste so fucking good.” His hands reach beneath you to grab your rear and move your hips closer to him so you can feel his mouth more intensely.
As he sets himself to devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in days, licking and sucking your little pearl at a maddening speed, you grind your hips against his face. It’s clear how much he loves having you fall apart at the mercy of his tongue in spite of his constant teasing. Soon, your breathing becomes more and more labored, and your movements shakier as he pushes you to and over the edge of your orgasm before you have any time to process it. Your jaw slackens completely as his name leaves your mouth more times than you can count while you rut against his face.
His tongue dives into your entrance as you release, lapping up every drop of your delicious nectar as if it’s worth more to him than anything he could ever buy. “Perfect,” he praises. You feel his lips curl into a grin when he presses them into the plush skin of your thigh to give it a gentle nip. “Always a woman of your word, aren’t you?” You nod in your euphoric haze as you fill and empty your lungs with deep breaths since you can’t find any control over your vocal cords. In the silence following your climax, you hear the distinct sound of metal clinking against itself, followed by that of what you can only assume is his belt being pulled out of the loops on his pants.
Making sure he doesn’t surprise you with his touch again, he trails a hand from your leg up to your chin to tilt it towards his lips. The way his fingertips glide across your jawline while his thumb tracing soothing circles around your cheekbones elicits a small sigh of contentment from you that he cuts off by pressing his lips against yours again. You can taste yourself on his tongue when he swipes it across yours, and you would be caught up in his kisses if you weren’t aware of the nearly inaudible sounds of a zipper being pulled down and fabric rustling. You know what’s coming before he even speaks.
“Let me see what else that gorgeous mouth of yours can do,” he rasps, running his thumb along your lower lip before dipping it into your mouth, coaxing you to open it for him, “Keep it open nice and wide for me, baby girl. But, you don’t need me to tell you that, do you?” His last sentence is spoken with such a sneer that you can practically see the shit-eating smirk on his face.
Obediently, you keep your lips parted, even going so far as to stick your tongue out for him just to hear him hiss at the sight. The bed depresses near your elbows moments before you feel his large head slide along the top of your tongue, spreading the familiar taste of precum along it. With a soft moan, you wait for him to nestle the full length of his shaft into your mouth before closing it so he can rock his hips against your face. Since your restraints don’t give you an inch of room to move and set the pace, you’re completely at your boyfriend’s mercy.
However, he knows how much you can take and he’s gentle with his thrusts, being careful not to push himself too deeply into your throat to make you gag. Now, it’s your turn to listen to him grunt and curse as your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock each time he pulls out of your mouth with a pop. “That’s it, baby. You’re so good to me,” he comments as his dick twitches against your tongue. As he picks up the pace, you do your best to accommodate him, putting your best effort into sucking him off just the way he likes.
Just as you’re starting to adjust to the rhythm he’s set, he slides himself out of your mouth, making you whine softly at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “I want you inside me, Tetsurou,” you confess softly, “Please.”
“Want me to fuck you so good you cream all over my cock?” he questions, his voice moving closer to your ear as he lowers his head towards yours.
Without even thinking, you nod and whisper, “Yes.”
And in the next instant, he’s gripping your hips, lifting them off the bed so he can place a pillow beneath your lower back. Then, his long, shuddering breaths fall upon your neck and shoulder as he eases his cock into your drenched core slowly so not to hurt you. The way your walls flutter around him lovingly elicits a low groan from his throat while he slides himself deeper and deeper within you until he bottoms out with a sigh. Your legs shake as they fight against the ropes, trying to wrap around his back in an act that’s instinctive to you. “Patience, sweetheart,” he breathes, placing a kiss against your neck.
Though it’s hard to fight your natural urges to throw your arms and legs around them, you try your best not to resist the position he’s put you in, since you’re well aware that your patience is always rewarded and whining punished. And with the way you feel so deliciously full now that his cock is buried deep inside your core, you don’t want to do anything that’ll make him stop.
Every inch of your body feels like it’s ablaze now that his bare skin is pressed against yours. As he begins thrusting into you at a gentle speed, slight overstimulation soon morphs into pure pleasure, and soft whispers of appreciation start rolling off your tongue that Kuroo reciprocates and rewards by snapping his hips against yours a bit harder. With your eyes covered and your limbs bound to the bed, your full attention’s focused on his saccharine words as well as every feature of his cock as he pushes it into you hard enough to make the springs of the mattress creak.
It’s not long before he gets caught up in the sensation of being sheathed within your pulsating walls, and you gasp rather loudly when he moves away from you to yank at the knots around your ankles. Once they’re freed, you barely have enough time to stretch your legs before his hot hands find your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. “Tetsu!” you moan loudly as he pulls your hips towards his so he can plunge inside of you once more. “Fuck, that feels so good!”
“Yeah?” he questions, picking up his pace in response to your comment.
You nod even though your head feels too heavy to lift and rest the side of your face against your arm as you sink as deeply into the bed as you can when your hands are still stretched above you. The feverish pants escaping your mouths mingle with the slapping of your skin as he hits your core with deep and fast strokes. “Right there; right there!” you cry out when he reaches a spot within you that floods your stomach with heat and sends pleasure coursing through your aching legs.
He drills you harder, hellbent on hitting your sweet spot just so he can see you fall apart all over again at his actions. “C’mon,” he goads, his normally smooth raspy as it echoes from behind gritted teeth, “You can do it, baby. Cum all over my cock just like the good girl I know you are.”
With just a few more, precisely placed thrusts, you come undone all over again mewling his name like it’s the only word you know. Your hips buck madly against his as you chase your high, and you feel his burning breath fan across your back as a string of swear words and praises fall onto your skin. At the euphoric sensation of your pussy greedily clamping down on his cock, he soon reaches his limit and finishes inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed as he releases inside of you. Another gentle whimper gets caught in your throat when he pulls out of you and absentmindedly runs his fingers along your folds—collecting any cum that’s seeping out of you so he can push it back inside of you
As the two of you collapse onto the bed, listening only to the sound of your heavy breathing while you lie in the haze of your orgasms, Kuroo gently moves you onto your back once more and sets himself to undoing the knot around your wrists. Once they’ve been freed, he unties the last one holding the silk blindfold around your head. Slowly, you open your eyes, bringing the scene around you into view.
As your (e/c) gaze fixes on his face for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you take in every aspect of his appearance—from the small beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead to the slightly reddened hue of his cheeks. Now, being able to see the way his own hazel eyes travel along your form to admire the sight before him makes your heart flutter in your chest.
Seeing your gaze fixed to his face brings a small smile to his lips before he presses them against your forehead. When you finally realize that you’re able to move your hands without having them come to a jarring halt, you wrap your arms around his shoulders so you can pull his body down towards yours. With a deep sigh, he plants an affectionate kiss against your lips and asks, “So, how was that?”
“I liked it,” you reply with a grin that elicits a small chuckle from him, “But when the hell did you learn how to tie those knots, and get good enough to tie them that quickly?”
He taps your lower lip with his index finger and jokes, “I’m knot telling you.” The pun wipes the smile right off your face even though he finds it rather witty.
“You’re so lame.”
He comments, with a shrug and roll of the eyes, “Say what you will now, but I’m sure you’ll be changing your tune later.”
“And why’s that?”
Moving his mouth closer to your ear and sliding his hand along your waist in a way that has your body abuzz with sensation once more, he murmurs, “Because you’d be surprised how many different ways I can tie you up with just the beginner-level knots I’ve learned, pretty girl.”
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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years
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Secrets in a basic form can be harmless, but that does not negate the fact they can be quite deadly too. To withhold information from a loved one is to partake in a gamble, and the odds will not be in the deceitful one’s favour. Outside of the generic risks of entertaining this gamble, there is one that is often overlooked. What many fail to comprehend is that secrets can be weaponized, and once information becomes a weapon – the truth will no longer hold any significance.
Ichika may have fortuitously stumbled onto Osamu’s secret, but he was still to blame. There were various choices available to him that night and he chose not only to lie, but to drag his idiot brother down with him. He was thus caught in a gambler’s debt.
“Okay.” The confirmation fell from your mouth in a whisper, but it was not intended for anyone’s ears other than your own. You were vocalizing affirmation to the unspoken request from the muscle inside of your chest that was afflicted unfair torment. The excessive throbbing would not cease unless you abided by its demands, which first meant drawing the ache inside to the surface.
Connecting the platform of your boots with the ground, the vibrations stretching from the point of impact led Ichika to proceed a cautious step back. The smile stitched across her lips fell into a thin line as you surveyed her, curious to what she would bark out next.  Beside you, Osamu failed to secure even a piece of your attention, something the blonde took pride in. Although, if she had known that the sole reason you chose to ignore his presence was to focus on your primary target, she would not have been so arrogant. 
“Don’t you see, y/n? The person you should be fighting is yourself.” She raised her chin in effort to gloat, yet the little quivers in her voice indicated her confidence was deflating. Maintaining her composure would have been effortlessly completed if there was even a hint of recognizable emotions in your eyes. 
“Okay. Come here, dollar-store Regina George.” A faint smirk twitched at the ends of your mouth as you toyed with the accessory within your grasp, compelling her attention to land upon it. The threads weaved into her mask of smugness were slashed, revealing the fear slathered across her features. However, the terror reigning over her was soon replaced with bemusement as the band was discarded in a frivolous manner. “Hit me.” The artificial annunciation added to the invitation along with your bizarre actions drew a wide range of responses from those within the shop.
Osamu croaked out a protest, though he knew anything spoken would fall on closed ears. Your two best friends on the other hand exchanged worried glances, but they assumed you had some plan in motion. But what concerned them was the possibility that the revelation ruptured your very grip on reality. 
Seated behind them, the father to the deranged child begged to notify the authorities, while Nakamura cowered in the corner, guilt eating away at his conscience. 
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
Your invitation reinvigorated the blonde’s sense of triumph, which led her to lower down her guard. She proceeded closer to you without hesitation then reeled back her hand, before allowing her palm to collide with your face. The impact guided your face to the left side, forcing your gaze to settle onto your two bewildered friends, who were seconds from abandoning their post to join you. Though, when they saw your mouth open to expel a chorus of low laughter, they froze in their tracks.
“You hit softer than my sister.” When you snapped your consideration back to the shorter girl, the action startled her enough to cause a blockage to form in her throat. She blinked up at you quizzically, while pondering whether you were truly a sadist – deriving pleasure from the pain. And there was some truth to that. The location she had oh so kindly assaulted stung, but it was not even remotely close to the ache claiming your entire body. “Is that all you got?”  
“Y/n, please.”  Osamu was preparing to capture you in his embrace, he didn’t care if you hated him or hurt him in the process. It was quite clear that you were seeking to overthrow the emotional pain with a physical one. Something that would not be occurring if he chose to be honest. “You’re angry, so take it out on me. But don’t take it out on yourself.”
“You see the thing is… This is my pain. And you, the person responsible for that pain, don’t get to tell me how to deal with it.” As exhilaration pumped through your veins, humourless laughter sliced against your throat on its journey to your mouth. “Now fucking hit me.”
Ichika stomped on the ground childishly, accompanying the movement with a mixture between a whine and a grunt. How dare you mock her when you were the fool in the situation? What kind of person were you? She was beginning to wonder if you were human at all.
She knew Osamu would intervene if she was not quick enough, and so she did not miss a second once the demand was spat towards her. In applying the second strike she curled her fingers purposefully to drag her manicured nails across your flesh. The additional pressure combined with the edge of her nails was enough to carve a few lines into your cheek, however before she could allow her hand to fall limp, you secured your fingers around her wrist and issued another titter. When her eyes frantically shot to the captured limb, it finally dawned on her that you weren’t the prey – she was.
In a swift motion, you twisted her hand then ushered it to the small of her back, the slightest bit of force would send her shoulder into agony, and so she did not attempt to fight back. Trailing your tongue along your bloodied bottom lip, you pushed her towards the same table she found refuge from minutes prior.
“You… crazy bitch!” The liquid distorting Ichika’s vision glimmered under the crimson lens you adorned. It was quite satisfying.
A heavy breath of air was exhaled as you took a handful of her golden locks, an action that caused her father to yell out various profanities. But upon seeing his daughter’s distress, his curses morphed into begs. He was begging for mercy, something you were not willing to offer. 
“You see now, goldie locks…” To ensure she was listening intently, you tangled your fingers into her curls, forcing her head up to bring her ear to your mouth. “Whatever I do… qualifies as self-defence.”
Shivers surged throughout Ichika’s petite frame at your explanation as she questioned internally how she managed to misread the signs. She studied you based on your social media for days. She thought she knew you. But she was ever so wrong.
“But how… How can you still fight after what I told you?” Tears strained her swollen cheeks, and soon the reality of her loss brought her to wail childishly. “Tell me!” Twitching at the sound produced by the short female, you roughly led her face to the counter to silence her. Mimicking a child’s behaviour? There was something pitiful about that, and you did not doubt that her father was to blame. 
Releasing the arm twisted behind her back, a lengthy sigh was blown out as you massaged your forehead to sooth the stinging sensation tormenting your temples. 
“I’ve met scum like you before...And I bet you thought you had the upper hand.” Another heavy sigh was exhaled as you shook your head is disappointment. “That was your first mistake. Now, listen to me, kiddo. I want you to remember something.” Strengthening your grip on her roots, you forced her head to rise from the table, resulting in a weak squeak from your victim. She trembled pathetically between sniffles as your slow breaths hit her skin. “Osamu could never love someone like you. Fantasize all you want, but if you ever think of breathing in his direction…” A pause was implemented to provide her a few seconds to imagine what would occur, and what she imagined brought her to whimper lowly. “Let’s just say I won’t be leaving you with a simple concussion.”
“Concussion..?”
As she echoed the word in confusion, her face was smashed against the table with as much force you were capable of administering. The sound produced from the action was far more satisfying than any melody played on the radio. If only someone had recorded it. 
Once her body went limp, you untangled your fingers then squinted down at them, admiring the way they curved from the unnatural exertion. The pain within your limbs successfully soothed your heart into a slumber, returning some colour back to your vision as a reward.
With the thrill of victory lacing into your bloodstream, you momentarily turned your empty stare towards your fiancé until another person entered the scene.
“Y/n…?! What the fuck is going on?”  
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Welcome to my VERY FIRST fic! This would not have been a thing if it weren’t for the love and the support of my best friend @mysweetcreaturestories​. I had a lot of fun writing it and it was therapeutic to be able to escape from the madness that our world is now. I hope that you are able to escape for a little and enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts and any suggestions for the future, whether it be a vic idea or ways that I can improve. As always, all my love!
Enjoy some Dad!Harry from yours truly.
Warnings: smut, overload of cuteness
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It was a typical Saturday night plan for you and your best friend/co-worker, Kacie; girls night out. Neither of you had ever been to this bar that one of your other co-workers had suggested for your bi-weekly tradition.
Climbing out of your Uber and interlocking your arm around Kacie’s, you trotted to the entrance, hearing live music come through the open front doors. It was dark the moment you stepped foot inside, the bouncer taking your IDs and providing a neon green wrist band to each of you. You both go straight to the bar; Kacie getting her go-to Captain and Coke while you ask for a Jack and ginger.
You hear the beginning cords to a song you have never heard before, considering it was the vocals of a choir in a downtown bar, automatically making you look to the stage. It’s pitch black but then the white lights start to surround the band, making it look like the lights at the gate of Heaven. When the choir hits the highest of the crescendo, vocals of “HEY, HEY” and harmonies penetrate your ear drums.
You are completely entranced by the front man of this band. He is dressed in all black; wide leg black trousers and a black T-shirt that looks like it could be painted on. He’s holding a beautiful golden Gibson guitar strapped across his chest, forming chords and strumming with long fingers covered in an array of rings. He looked completely in his element; working the crowd and enjoying himself.
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Time froze for Harry when he was singing his song, “Only Angel”, and he saw you standing by the bar, your friend handing you your drink. He felt like it was that scene in Wayne’s World where Wayne sees Cassandra performing and “Dream Weaver” starts to play, except he is the one performing and he is seeing a real angel in front of him. How cliché could he be?
Harry continues to play through his set, ending on his favorite song, “Kiwi”. He watched you make your way from the bar to a table a little closer to the stage. He couldn’t help himself, he was staring at you throughout the whole song.
“Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck. She’s driving me crazy.”
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“Holy shit…” Kacie was watching it all unfold before you.
“What?”
“Singer totally has the hots for you. He hasn’t stopped looking in your direction since you started drooling over him at the bar!”
You look right at Kacie to deny any of the ogling on the singer’s part or the drooling on your part. “I need another drink.”
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Harry said his “thank you’s” to the crowd at the end of his set, putting his guitar pick between his teeth while pulling his guitar over his head. He turned to look at your table to see you were no longer there, your friend looking at her phone. He looked to the bar and saw you leaned over, ordering a drink. He began to walk off the stage and towards you at the bar.
If he thought you were beautiful while he was standing on the stage, you were absolutely breathtaking from the foot away he was now.  The spot directly next to you finally opened up and Harry slid in. You seemed to be still waiting for your drink, or perhaps on the bartender to take your order.
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You noticed the front man of the band began to inch closer to you as spots opened up along the bar. You tried to be sly with your glances at him. He was godlike with his curls falling on to his forehead, tattooed forearm and ringed hand resting on the bar.
“Any luck?”
You froze and gave an, “Excuse me?”
“Any luck getting an order in?”
“Oh…” you continued to avoid his gaze, not realizing he had been staring at you since he got to the bar. “No, no luck so far. Pretty busy.”
The front man pulled out the skill of a wolf-whistle, quickly getting the bartender’s attention, causing the bartender to walk right to him.
“Can I get two tequila shots, a La Paloma for myself, and for the angel…” looking right to you, his green gaze focused on your’s. You blink a couple of times, completely enamored by this man in front of you. He raises his brows, as if egging you on to respond.
“Um, Jack and ginger… please.”
He ordered your drink of choice and handed it to you with a beaming smile.
“I’m Harry.”
Taking a sip of your drink with a soft smile, “Y/N…”
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A few rounds of pool, a couple shots of tequila, and picking a range of songs on Harry’s TouchTunes app later, you found yourself pinned to Harry’s front door. Harry held you into place with his hips, his hands running along your waist and hips.
You had an arm slung across his shoulder with your other hand tugging at his chocolate curls as he started to kiss along your jaw and down the side of your throat. You gave a breathy call of his name, causing the vibrations of his moan into your neck to light a spark within your abdomen.
“Harry… Keys…” which he returned with a mumbling of “Mhm” and continued to kiss along your collar and down to your chest.
“Get your damn keys out so you can get me inside and fuck me properly.” Harry’s mouth froze on the part of your chest that he exposed with a nudge of his nose to your shirt. Harry looked up at you with a hungry gaze but obliged by pulling his keys out of his pocket.
Both of you stumbled into the entrance of Harry’s townhouse. Harry wrapped his arm around your waist to prevent you from falling backwards, eliciting a laugh from the both of you. He began to guide you to the closest wall where he recreated the position you shared on his front door.
Harry returned to the spot on your chest he was forced to part with mumbling against your skin, “When I saw you, standing at the bar, I knew I needed you. Fuck, needed to feel you.” He began to pull your shirt over your head and once it hit the floor, he was on his knees. “Needed to taste you, more than anything.”  Harry began to undo your belt, enchanted by the twitch to your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your core.
It was torture how slow he was going, taking his time, etching you into his memory. He was dominating over you and he didn’t even intend to but when “Daddy, please…” whimpered out from your beautifully bruised lips, it caused him to pause all his praises on your skin.
You looked down to see Harry looking up at you with a look you couldn’t decipher; did you take it too far? Was he not into that thing?
“I-I’m sorry, that was too much…”
Harry rested his head on your lower stomach and shook his head back and forth, his nose grazing your panties as he took in a deep breath.
“Say it again…” his voice was husky with a slur, his accent thick. You were frozen, attempting to comprehend what he had just said.
“I told you to say it again.”
As it was about to fall from your lips, Harry took a grip of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. He gripped your inner thighs, spreading you open, taking you in. He pulled both of your thighs on to his shoulders, looking up at you for the magic word.
Your mouth was dry as you were watching his every move. He cocked his eyebrows waiting for you to tell him what to do. He may have control over you in this position, but he was still a gentleman.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Please what, angel? Tell me…”
You couldn’t remember the last time you got good head, honestly couldn’t remember the last time you got head at all.
“I want you to eat my cunt, Daddy. I want you to eat me until I can’t feel my legs. Please, Daddy.” You looked down at him with big round eyes and pout, feeding Harry everything he never knew he needed, including your cunt.
Harry’s tongue grazed your outer lips, sucking one into his mouth with a little nibble. His eyes never left your face, using it as a guide to what you needed. He pulled the other lip into his mouth and pulled away with a pop before licking his lips. He dove into you, spreading you by wiggling his tongue back and forth. Your taste invaded his taste buds and he never wanted to taste anything other than you from now on. He began to lick in stripes up to your clit before he used the tip of his tongue to circle your bud before sucking it in between his lips.
You have never orgasmed so fast before. Luckily, he was still gripping on to your thighs, otherwise you would be a mess on the floor. Your moans were a symphony to his ears, a true angel calling him to heaven. He could stay between your thighs forever.
You began to push his head away; “Fuck… fuck Harry, fucking stop, I can’t! I’m too sensitive! Shit!” He didn’t want to stop, he needed to feel you cum on his tongue again. He was moving his tongue with such vigor, closing his eyes to focus on making you cum again. When you released for the second time in mere minutes, he was satisfied with your hisses and curses above his head.
You had fumbled when Harry began to peel your thighs off his shoulders, Harry catching you to ensure your safety. Once he was upright, he gripped your chin to pull you in for a kiss. You had the gall to nibble at his lip, earning you a moan. “Fuck, I need to be in you.”
You began to untuck his shirt from his trousers, exposing his tattooed covered torso. Your fingers danced along the ink, tracing down his abdomen, along with your eyes when you noticed the prominent bulge.
“You need me Daddy?” Palming his length along the seam of his trousers. The noise that came out of Harry’s throat had caused your core to flutter.
“I need you so bad… fucking hell.” He rested his head on your shoulder, taking a bite of your flesh causing you to whimper at the delicious pain.
You began to undo Harry’s trousers, them falling easily to the floor when they became loose around his waist. “Take me, any way you want.”
Harry turned to pull you up the stairs, tripping on his trousers in the movement. This time, it was your turn to make sure he didn’t fumble, gripping his forearm. You try to prevent the laugh from escaping your mouth, but you were too late. You slapped your hand to your mouth, but the damage was done.
“Oh that’s funny, is it?” You began to shake your head but you let out a snort, ruining any cover that you thought you had. Harry raised his brows and let out a high pitched boyish laugh, “Oh, you’re in for it now, angel!”
Harry had kicked his trousers away as he began to pull you by your hand up the stairs. You tried to keep up but Harry was taking two steps at a time, eager to get you to his bed.
When you got to his room, he turned around to face you, gripping your hips to pull you close. He began to kiss you, leaving you breathless. He began to remove his briefs and you felt him spring against your lower stomach, causing you to look down.
If you thought you were dizzy from arousal when Harry was between your legs, you were about to pass out now. How could a dick look so pretty? Without even a thought, you gripped his girth in your palm, feeling his warm weight in your hand.
Harry’s breath hitched as your thumb grazed his tip to collect his precum. He watched you pull your thumb to your lips to have a taste of him. He continued to watch you as you sank on to your knees, moaning at the piece of art that is displayed before him.
You wasted no time in taking his length into your mouth. You had to rub your thighs together due to the heat created at your core from hearing Harry’s moans. Harry’s chest began to flush with your eagerness, taking as much length as you could into your throat. You pulled off of him to catch a breath and what Harry saw was complete filth.
Your chest flushed to match his, your hair disheveled from his insistent pulling. Your lips a dark strawberry, your saliva mixed with his precum connecting the two of you by your lips and his cock.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He tugged you to your feet by your hair, guiding you to the bed and laid you down. Harry crawled up the length of your body, kissing your skin along the way. He gave himself a few pumps before he settled between your legs.
He paused all his movements.
“Shit.”
Oh no. He hit that moment of regret, didn’t want to go through with this. You weren’t going to be lucky enough to feel his coc-
“Condom. Need to find the condoms.” Harry began to shuffle around his side table drawer. So he was out of practice as much as you were. You began to gently run your fingers along his back as he was bent over looking in his drawer, praying that there was at least one condom in there. He turned on his side table lamp to get a better look. You saw your reflection in the mirror just past Harry. You looked a proper mess; your hair all over, your makeup smeared. You were hoping Harry was going to turn the light back off the moment you heard a triumphant “AH HA!”
He turned to look at you with a boy-like smile holding your face to give you a kiss. Mumbling a “where were we?” against your lips. You watched him roll the condom down his length and return to his position between your thighs. He had noticed that you had coiled into your shell, giving you a soft look.
“Do you still-“
“YES!” You covered your mouth at your eagerness, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I want you more than anything. Could we just, turn off the lights?” You began to reach for the throw blanket that was on Harry’s bed to begin to cover up.
Harry pulled the soft pastel yellow blanket away from you, “Why would I want to do that? I want to see every inch of you, angel. You're breathtaking.” He began to give you soft kisses to the corner of your mouth and made his way to your lips.
You easily allowed Harry to deepen the kiss, picking up the heated moment you had prior to the condom fiasco. Harry had gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist. You felt Harry graze his tip across your slit, rubbing it gently on your clit before sliding back down, moving his hips to push his head into you.
You were breathless. He hasn’t even thrusted all the way in and you were experiencing euphoria. Harry watched your face as your brows pulled together and your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. He bent down, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. He began to pick up the pace of his thrust, rolling his hips into you deliciously. He snaked his arm around your lower back to pull you close to him, causing you both to moan at the new angle.
“Feel good angel? Talk to me… tell me, tell me what you need.” Harry began to pant more between his moans, coming close to his end, but he needed to hear you say it. “Need to tell Daddy, angel” taking your nipple into his mouth.
You weren’t holding back any more, you were going to show your true colors.
“I need you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck be so hard that I can’t walk in the morning. I need to you drive into me so I can feel you when I make myself cum when I’m all alone, wishing it was you. Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t hold back.”
Harry moaned out at your demands, gripping his headboard for leverage. He began to snap his hips into you, making you move up the mattress and causing the whole bed to shake.
“You want me to fuck you angel? Really fuck you? I’ll give it to you, give you all you need.”
You felt like you were going to blackout from the pleasure flooding over you. You felt Harry’s nails dig into your waist as he continued to pull you closer. You felt the slick stickiness develop between your bodies from exchanging body heat.
Harry removed his hand from your waist, sliding it across your stomach and down your mound to press his thumb to your most sensitive spot. Your thighs clamped around his hips as your orgasm hit you suddenly with the help of Harry’s thumb.
Harry gave a few quick, repetitive thrusts before he released into the condom, promptly collapsing onto your chest. You let out a giggle as Harry let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m out of fucking shape.”
You burst out a laugh at his confession as well as the double meaning behind his statement. You felt him laugh on your chest as he turned to kiss your sternum. Harry rolled off of you, laying on his back and pulled you into his side.
“I’m proper knackered. Let’s get some sleep and then I’ll make you brekkie in the morning, hm?”
~~~
You woke up the next morning as the sun was starting to rise. Harry had been turned away from you in your sleep but your feet were intertwined. You gently pulled your feet away, climbing out of bed and making your way down the stairs. You put on your clothes that were still in a messy pile by the door. You stepped out the front door, gently closing it behind you as you ordered your Uber.
~~~
You were excited for the new school year. You loved to set up your first grade classroom with a theme for the welcoming bulletin board, being the center for the aesthetic of the whole room. “You’re Going to Grow This Year” was at the top of your bulletin board, decorated with different types of flowers in colorful pots with a student’s name, 15 of them.
There were live plants and flowers scattered around your classroom, comforting colors, attempting to make it as homey as possible. You were finishing up putting the students names at their assigned seating when the children began to file in.
~~~
“Alright bubby! First day of the first grade, huh?”
Emmett was sitting in his booster in the backseat, holding his pastel yellow blanket for comfort as he watched other kids line up in their assigned area. He was nervous, to say the least. His dad had walked him to class every day in his first year of school, but now with his dad taking on more clients, he was unable to do so.
His dad had popped out of the car to open the backseat and help Emmett out of his booster. His dad grabbed his bag and his blanket, putting the blanket in the backpack then held out his bag for Emmett to slide on.
“You alright bub? I know this is a lot for a first day. Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you?”
Emmett had nodded, knowing he would have to be a ‘big boy’ and go on his own, sooner or later. His dad gave him a kiss with an “I love you.” Emmett mumbled “Love you too” before gripping the rainbow straps of his backpack and walked towards the aids outside. His dad watched him as he made his way into the school.
~~~
Emmett was walking the hall, following the aid that was guiding him and his classmates to their assigned room. He read the bulletin board outside his classroom, “You’re Going to Grow This Year”. He looked for his name, noticing that names were on the pots, finding that his pot was filled with sunflowers. He began to smile; sunflowers are his favorite.
He walked into the class and huddled with his classmates at the entrance while the teacher made her way over to greet them.
“Good morning class! My name is Miss Y/L/N. It is nice to meet you all!”
Miss Y/L/N had met all the children individually, introducing them to their cubby for their belongings and where they were meant to sit. Emmett thought she had seemed nice and she was really pretty. With the floral dress she was wearing, he thought she could be a princess.
~~~
You get to the last student when you approached with a smile and a “you must be Emmett Styles.” He beamed up at you with a nod. He was a little smaller than the other kids in the class, needing some assistance reaching the hook for his backpack. You showed him to his seat and began the daily lesson.
~~~
Harry had looked at his watch, finishing up with his client.
“That seems to be a good place to stop for today, Jeremy. When we meet for our next session in two weeks, I’d like to hear how you feel your mindfulness journaling has been supporting your goals.” Harry stood and shook his client’s hand then guided him to the door, telling him to stop at the clerks desk to get an appointment card.
Harry sat at his desk, looking at his watch again before pulling his glasses from the neck of his shirt to perch on his nose and started typing his note for the therapy session. He had to pick up Emmett from school and had a special plan for dinner for getting through his first day of the first grade.
~~~
Harry stood there patiently waiting, pulling his lip between his thumb and forefinger, anxiously awaiting his son to walk outside. Harry certainly wasn’t expecting his son to be running out with a beaming smile, straight into Harry’s arms.
“Daddy!”
“Hi bubby! Did you have a good day?” Crouching down to catch his son into his arms for their favorite bear hug.
“I had such a good day, daddy!” Handing Harry his bag to put in the car while he was climbing into his booster. Harry has never seen Emmett so eager and excited. The last time Emmett was close to this excited was when they went to see Trolls in the theaters.
“Tell me all about it, yeah?”
And he didn’t stop talking about it. “And there was a pot of sunflowers with my name on it!”
“That’s awesome, bub! Your favorite!”
“And I sat by a girl named Riley and a boy named Jaxon, and we got to write our names, and we read a book! One that we have daddy! Miss Y/L/N has it too!”
“Wow bubby! Sounds like fun!”
“And Miss Y/L/N played us songs on the guitar, and we did some yoga at calm time! I showed them the move you taught me daddy! This one!” Emmett grabbed his foot and kicked it up into the air. “Miss Y/L/N couldn’t do it because she was in a dress, but she said the next time we do yoga during calm time, she will try.”
Harry was happy to hear that his son had a good day, and it seems like he is enjoying his teacher.
“Miss Y/L/N is a princess daddy! She had flowers and plants everywhere and she even has a pet for the classroom! His name is Gus and he is a pet mouse, like in Cinderella! I got to pet him!”
Harry doesn’t think Emmett took a breath the whole car ride home. He may have taken a drink from his yellow-glitter water bottle just to keep talking without a dry mouth.
Harry parked in the garage attached to his townhouse and helped Emmett out of his booster. Emmett ran straight for the door, reaching up to let himself in. They had their routine of, “shoes off, potty time, wash your hands” before they make dinner together. “Daddy too.”
Harry set Emmett up on his spot on the island for them to start making dinner. Harry pulled out the sauce, cheese, and premade pizza dough along with all of their favorite fixings for them to make personal pizzas. Emmett picked broccoli and peppers while Harry opted for mushrooms, onions, and peppers, stealing peppers from Emmett’s pizza to put on his that Emmett promptly grabbed back to put back to where they belonged.
Harry had put the pizzas in the oven while Emmett set the timer shaped like a chicken and extended his arms out for assistance getting off the island. Harry grabbed their favorite cups and filled them with celebratory juice for a successful first day.
~~~
After getting full bellies and cleaning up after dinner, Harry followed Emmett up the stairs to go promptly to Harry’s en-suite. Emmett already had his duck-hooded towel hanging on his designated hook. He went to his spot under the sink to get out his bubble bath, occasionally using Harry’s bubble bath when he isn’t feeling well. Emmett carried the bottle to his dad and started to undress.
Harry set up the bath and helped Emmett climb in to not slip and fall. Harry grabbed the Bluetooth speaker, putting on “Emmy’s playlist”. Both beginning to sing the calming toons emitted by the speaker.
“Miss Y/L/N likes The Beatles too daddy! She says they are her favorite!”
“Does she?”
“Uh-huh! She likes the same music we do! She has a playlist for the class for calm time too and I like all the songs!”
Emmett continued to talk about his teacher while cleaning up and winding down for the night. Harry grabs Emmett’s towel as Emmett unplugs the tub, standing up and waiting for his towel. Harry picks him up in the towel, pulling the duck bill over his head to dry his hair. Harry carries his son to the vanity where he plants his feet, looking in the mirror.
“Alright bubby, you know the deal.” Looking slightly up at his son, smiling at each other. Harry begins to rub the towel on Emmett’s shoulders and head while Emmett looks to the mirror.
“My name is Emmett Robin Styles. I had a good day today. My favorite part was doing yoga and singing with Miss Y/L/N. My least favorite part was saying bye to daddy because he couldn’t walk me to my classroom but it is okay because he is helping people.” Harry couldn’t help but get a little choked up as he wrapped his arms around his son’s tiny waist and resting his head on his shoulder, Emmett laying his head on top of Harry’s.
“I’m going to make tomorrow better by giving daddy an extra long hug before school.” Harry smiled and kissed his shoulder, prompting the last part of their pre-bed routine before brushing their teeth.
“And what are we bub?” In unison, “we are smart, we are kind, we are beautiful, inside and out, and we are loved.”
Emmett turned in his dad’s arms to wrap his little ones around Harry’s neck to give him a hug, pulling away to give him a kiss. Harry helped him sit on the edge of the vanity so that they can both brush their teeth.
~~~
After reading a story and giving multiple good-night kisses, Harry makes his way downstairs after getting in lounge clothes to prep their lunches and bags for the next day. Harry opened Emmett’s backpack, pulling out a folder that had not been there this morning. The folder had puffy letter stickers combined to read out his son’s name. Harry opened it to see a hand written note on floral stationary.
Dear care-giver to Emmett,
Emmett had an amazing first day! He was kind and courteous, helpful to his classmates, and was eager to learn. He enjoyed yoga, showing us some different positions, and made requests during music time (he has good taste with requesting Dreams by Fleetwood Mac). I look forward to seeing Emmett grow in my classroom!
Attached is a sign up form for a parent teacher conference I will be holding throughout the first few weeks of school to discuss Emmett’s growth and development. Please let me know what works best for your schedule. I look forward to meeting you.
All the best,
Miss Y/L/N
~~~
Harry was running late, so fucking late, for the parent-teacher conference with Miss Y/L/N. Emmett had talked about how excited he was that his dad was FINALLY getting to meet “the best teacher ever!” It had been a few weeks since Emmett started school and it seemed like Harry was the last to participate in the conference due to his schedule with work. And now he was running late.
Harry had parked his car close to the entrance of the school, starting to jog while pressing the button on his key to lock the car. Harry was looking at the door numbers while slowing his jog when he heard Emmett’s laugh and some Sam Cook playing through the door to the right. Harry ran his hand through his hair, parting in the center on it’s own even though he tried to fluff it. He stepped into the room seeing Emmett sat at a table with his teacher, her back to the door.
~~~
“Daddy!” Emmett shot up from his chair, running right into his dad’s arms as you stood from your chair. When you turned around, you weren’t expecting to see…
“Harry?” Holy. Shit.
And he looked good. He was in yellow wide leg trousers and a royal blue button-up, top few buttons undone, and a white suit coat covering his broad shoulders and long arms. Only he would be able to pull a look off such as this.
Harry’s eyes went wide as he looked up at you from his squatting position, bear hugging Emmett, who was apparently his son. “Y/N!” with a scoffed laugh. “You’re Miss Y/L/N… Emmett talks about you constantly.”
“She is the best teacher in the world, daddy!” Harry pet the top of Emmett’s head as he was trying to take you in. You both stood there for a moment, soaking the other in, until Emmett broke the awkward silence. “I’m going to play with the blocks…” walking away and going to the building area of your room.
You get right to work, clearing your throat before grabbing Emmett’s folder from your desk and guiding Harry to a table for you both to sit. You open the folder, avoiding Harry’s strong stare on you.
“Emmett has-”
“Why did you leave? You snuck out. Why?”
You finally looked up at him and he looked, well, he looked hurt, like he has been waiting for this opportunity to confront you.
“You didn't even leave a number to call you. I was going to make you my famous french toast. I thought that we had something, something special and you didn’t even give us the opportunity to possibly explore that. I get that maybe you didn't want more than just that moment, but, I certainly did.” Harry was rotating the rings on his fingers while spilling his heart out. “I would have called you.”
You sat there stunned. When you were putting Emmett’s folder together to prepare for this meeting, you didn't know that you would have been confronted by the best one night stand that you have ever experienced. You were excited to finally meet the person, or people, that have raised such a special boy. You know that you shouldn't pick favorites in your students, but how could you not love Emmett with all your heart?
“Harry…”
“Just tell me why, that's all I ask. Was it something I did or said?”
“No, no, not at all Harry. As cliché as it sounds, it’s me, not you.” You tried to lighten the mood with a light giggle, but Harry was still stoic, with those damn soft eyes… “That night scared me, okay? I was able to be completely myself with you, in all aspects of the night, and it scared the living shit out of me”. You looked over to the block area to make sure that Emmett was still preoccupied and didn't hear you curse in your classroom. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you Harry. I was being selfish when I walked out that morning.”
Harry reached his hand across the table, grabbing your hands that were resting on Emmett’s folder. He began to smile as he was looking at your hands together. “I was scared too, really. But waking up without you next to me, I think that’s the worst I have ever felt.” He ran his thumb over your knuckles before he let go and leaned back in the chair. You noticed that Emmett was making his was over, breaking the little moment you and Harry were having.
Emmett began to climb up Harry to cuddle in his lap, “Daddy, I’m hungry.” Emmett laid his head on Harry’s chest, playing with his emerald cross necklace as Harry kissed Emmett’s head and rubbed his leg.
“We will be heading home soon bub, just let me talk to Miss Y/L/N for a little longer, okay?” Emmett nodded but cuddled closer to Harry. You took it as an opportunity to actually have the parent-teacher conference.
“I must tell you that it is a true joy to have Emmett in my class room. He is always the first to help anyone, including myself. Emmett is polite and is eager to learn every morning he walks in.” You go to pull out some of his art and workbook from Emmett’s folder to prove all of his hard work and growth he has had in the few weeks he has been in your class. You turn the work to show Harry as he continues to rub Emmett’s back and kiss his head.
To say Harry was proud was an understatement. Emmett had issues with some of his letters when they practiced over the summer, but now he is a pro! His artwork is colorful and vibrant. You continue to talk about Emmett in the class and his progress and Harry is beaming, especially when he hears how kind he has been to his classmates.
“A true sweetheart.” Harry looks to you at your sentiment and sees that you are smiling at Emmett who is smiling right back at you.
“Join us for dinner.” Causing both you and Emmett to perk up for very different reasons.
“Oh, Harry. I shou-“
“Please Miss Y/L/N! It’s brekkie for dinner night! French toast!”
Harry smirking at you, “You can see what you had missed out on. I’m a proper chef when it comes to brekkie, angel.”
Emmett had fully perked up at the idea of having you over for dinner, offering up his favorite blanket as well as your favorite Disney movie for movie night. Both boys are looking at you with a pout, though you try to be professional.
“Harry, I’m your son’s teacher…”
“You met me first. Please angel, have mercy on us poor boys. We would love your company.” Emmett resting his cheek on Harry’s, both throwing a pathetic pout.
~~~
You were cursing yourself the whole time you were following Harry’s car. Were you doing the wrong thing? Was it the right thing? You cared for Emmett more than you ever cared for any other child. You love all your students but, Emmett... Maybe because he was his father’s son? There is a resemblance between the two and both are so sweet. Not that you knew he was Harry’s kin before tonight.
Would they notice if you turned around? You couldn’t break Emmett’s heart like that, or Harry’s. Again. God, being in the car alone, driving to the best fuck/father of your student’s home really takes a toll on your anxiety and overthinking.
You pull up and park behind Harry and before your engine is off, Emmett is running to your door to open it for you. After he used all his strength to open your door, he was beaming up at you with a hand out for you to take.
Harry was standing there with both his and Emmett’s bags slung over his shoulder; he looks quite cute with rainbow straps. Harry was smiling at the image of you with his son, letting Emmett lead you into their home and he followed close behind.
Emmett went right into his after school routine while Harry walked into the kitchen with you following. Harry pulls out a pan along with the fresh bread and eggs to begin dinner. “Can I make you tea? Coffee? Glass of wine maybe?” Smiling at you over his shoulder.
“Tea, please.” You are still standing there with your hands straightening out the skirt of your dress before sticking your hands in the pockets of the dress, the reason why you bought the dress honestly.
Emmett walks out and goes right to Harry with his arms up for Harry to pick him up and place him on the counter to be his “little sous chef”. Emmett reaches for you to come closer and Harry hands you your cup of tea. Emmett shimmies his way closer to you before he cuddles into your side, you subconsciously wrapping your arm around him.
Harry wishes that he could see this image every night.
~~~
You’re looking at the pictures Harry has along his wall, a gallery of his family. You smile seeing a picture of Harry holding Emmett in his first few days on the earth. Another of Emmett on Harry’s back, both bent over laughing and sharing the same smile and wrinkled eyes. You see Harry with his mom and sister, Emmett in pictures with each as well. The whole family is so beautiful.
You try not to think of Emmett’s mother and that potential situation as you find yourself standing by the wall. THE wall. The wall you were pinned to with quivering thighs and labored breathing. As you turn to return to the kitchen to get away from that wall and your thoughts, you hear the little pitter-patter of feet coming down the stairs.
Emmett clad in Paw Patrol pajamas runs right into your legs, hugging them. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room then gently pushed you to sit down while he ran to his backpack to get his blanket. He came running back and covered both your laps with the blanket before cuddling into your side.
Oh, this blanket. It was on the bed when you and Harry… you tried to cover your naked body with Emmett’s favorite blanket! If only the ground could open up and eat you whole.
“Daddy is making popcorn and then he will put on the movie!” Emmett pulled your arm so that you could wrap it around him to cuddle closer. You rub his shoulder before Harry makes his way with popcorn in his arm, Emmett’s juice sip cup in one hand and two glasses of wine in the other. Why did you find that so sexy?
Harry handed Emmett his cup and you your glass of wine before Emmett sat up to hold the popcorn on his lap. “What is this? No cuddles for daddy?”
Did he just?...
With the smirk he was giving you over the edge of his wine glass, he certainly did.
“After popcorn daddy! Then you get cuddles!” Emmett fisting little handfuls of popcorn in his mouth as the opening credits to “Beauty and the Beast” started.
~~~
Harry had been watching you the whole time, especially when Emmett had laid on your lap and fell asleep. You were playing with his hair as little snores slipped out from his mouth.
“I should have known he was your son from all the pouting he gives me in class.” You begin to smile as you continue to look down at the little cherub on your lap, knowing Harry is giving you an offended face.
You turn to look at him but he didn’t have an offended look on his face, he had a face of adoration. He was also moved closer to you than the start of the movie. You clear your throat but not wanting to disturb Emmett while he’s in dreamland. “I should get going.”
“Please stay, stay the night.” Again, with the pout.
You sat in silence for a moment, “I don’t have anything with me.”
The smile on Harry’s face slowly crept to show his dimples. “I have stuff for you, angel.” He stood up, grabbing Emmett from your lap to carry him to bed and then put his hand out to you to assist you in standing up. He held your hand behind his back the whole way up the stairs. It seemed like dejavu being in this position but more at a tired pace. Harry went to Emmett’s room to lay him down before guiding you to his room.
Harry left a crack in the door before making his way to his dresser. He handed you a pair of his boxer briefs and an old T-shirt before he stepped into the bathroom to pull out towels and a spare toothbrush he had under his sink. “Help yourself to anything. I’m going to properly tuck in Emmett.” He kissed the side of your head before shutting the bathroom door behind him.
You got ready for bed and made your way into Harry’s room. He was sitting on his bed with his glasses perched on his nose, reviewing emails on his phone. He was pulling his lip between his thumb and forefinger and had a slight furrow to his brow. He looked up at you and his face instantly softened, giving you a lopsided smile. “All set, love?”
You nodded and made your way to his bed, climbing under the covers. Harry laid himself out so he was level with you, laying on his side and putting a hand on your hip. His glasses were skewed due to him laying on his side so you did the favor of pulling them off to fold them and place them on his side table. You laid back down to look at him, resting a hand on his face, stroking his stubble with your thumb.
“Thank you.” You must have pulled a face because Harry started to giggle. “Thank you for being an amazing teacher to my son.” He began to melt into the bed and pulled you closer. “He had a rough first year of school and hated it. He was always disregarded by his peers and had a hard time making friends. I always thought it was my fault because I raised him to never be ashamed of what he liked and to be who he wants to be. Kids made fun of him because he loved bright colors and wore them everyday, and he was small so he was an easy target.” Harry looked like he was on the verge of tears, eyes darting across your face. “You let him do that in your classroom, it’s a safe space for him. He has friends, he is getting invited to birthdays and playdates, not out of obligation but because they want him there. He is so happy coming home and talking about his day so openly,” Harry lets out a giggle, “and he doesn’t shut the hell up about you.”
You now have tears in your eyes as you let out a wet laugh and a sniffle. Harry wipes your tears with his thumbs before kissing their tracks, then your nose before pulling you by your jaw to plant a soft kiss to your lips. You feel the sigh leave his nose against your skin as he pulls you as close as possible. “Thank you, for caring about Emmett and for staying the night tonight.”
You cuddle closer to Harry as he turns his side lamp off and wraps his arms tightly around you before you both fall asleep.
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You woke up on your side, facing away from Harry. You feel his arms pull you closer while he is in the process of stretching. He began to kiss between shoulders, humming happily with a murmured rasp of “Morning”. You push yourself closer to Harry in the cuddle, holding his arms that are wrapped around you.
Harry moves one of his hands to rub up and down your side as he continues to kiss along your spine. His fingers find the hem of the shirt before they begin to creep along your skin, creating goosebumps. He hums as he moves his way to your neck, giving you soft kisses. You roll to your back, allowing Harry to hover over you slightly, gripping his jaw and pulling him down for a kiss.
Harry’s leaned on his elbow as his other hand moves up your stomach and begins massaging your breasts. His tongue grazes your lip, causing you to open your mouth further for him to taste you. The morning heat in your stomach starts to bloom. Harry’s hand begins to trail down your body and dip into the boxer briefs he had provided. His fingers begin to graze yo-
“DADDY!” The door slammed against the wall as Emmett climbed up the bed with his blanket draped over his shoulders and climbed on Harry’s back. Harry quickly removed his hand as both of your faces blushed. Emmett gasped seeing you in Harry’s bed and then began to pout. “You didn’t tell me we were having a sleepover! I wanted a sleepover with Miss Y/L/N!”
You began to giggle as Emmett climbed over Harry to lay on you. You covered him in his blanket as Harry was watching you care for his son. “I didn’t know I was going to be sleeping over either, but I got so sleepy after cuddling with you that your daddy was nice enough to let me stay.” Emmett seemed to have settled for that response and asked that since there was a guest if they could go to his favorite diner. “They have smiley pancakes and they put extra blueberries in them for me!” Harry agreed that it was a good idea, helping Emmett up to get ready but not before leaning over to give you another kiss.
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It had been a couple of days since you had stayed at Harry’s. You were sitting in the art area of your classroom assisting the kids in the Picasso project you had picked for your lesson plan. The children were slowly mingling out when their parents came to pick them up. Emmett was the last one so you sat in the “comfy chair” with him in your lap, listening to music and having him read you stories.
Harry walked in, smiling at the sight before getting Emmett’s things together. You look up to see his back turned to you and you begin to smile. He was in brown trousers with a red sweater and a plaid button up under the sweater, sleeves rolled up. His bum looked really good in those trousers. Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled back at you, knowing you were checking him out.
Harry made his way to you and was about to interrupt Emmett’s reading but Emmett put his hand up to stop his dad before he had even opened his mouth. Harry's jaw dropped as you began to giggle, covering your mouth. “Almost done daddy, shhh.” Emmett was bouncing on your lap due to your giggling.
Emmett finished his story, closing the book and climbing off your lap before putting it back to where it belonged in your library. You stood up as Emmett walked to Harry, giving him a hug when Harry squatted down. You smiled as you watched the scene then went to your desk grabbing your bag and coat.
Harry walked to your desk and you turned as you pulled your hair out from under your jacket. Harry had his arm extended with a bouquet of tulips in hand. “For you, from me and Emmett. He told me to get you tulips.” Harry had a slight blush to his cheek. You accepted the flowers, putting them in a vase on your desk and filling it with water from your water bottle.
“Thank you!” You bent down to kiss Emmett on the cheek and you felt Harry’s hand on your lower back. You stood up and turned to Harry, placing a hand to his jaw before kissing his cheek as well. “Are you ready?” Grabbing Harry’s hand as you walk out the door.
Harry was dropping Emmett off at his sister Gemma’s for the night before taking you out for dinner. You met Gemma when Harry was saying his goodbyes and good nights to Emmett. She was gushing over how much both of the boys talked about you, saying that it had been “so long” since she has seen her brother this happy. “Harry was devastated when Emmett’s mom said that she didn’t want Harry or the baby. She left Emmett with Harry at the hospital the day he was born. She never even tried to reach out.”
Emmett ran back over to you to give you a hug before running back to the kitchen to help Michel make dinner. Gemma gave both you and Harry a hug and wished you a good night before Harry walked you outside and opened the car door for you, helping you into the car before going to dinner.
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Harry had taken you back to his place, saying he had dessert at home. He pulled out a bottle of wine with glasses and grabbed the cheesecake from the fridge. He tried to pull off that he had been the one to make it but you knew better since it was from your favorite bakery.
Harry had put on a movie for you to cuddle and drink your wine to. He was feeding you cheesecake from the plate you were sharing, making sure you got the last bite. He sunk further into the couch, pulling you with him. You had a leg draped over his waist and your head on his chest. His hand was caressing the bare thigh that was on his waist while his other arm was wrapped around you.
You noticed as the movie progressed that Harry’s hand began to sneak higher on to your thigh. The skirt of your dress was up past your hip at this point. Harry starts to place kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your arm with one hand and begins to caress your bum with the other. You smile into his chest, “What are you doing, sir?”
Harry hummed as he gripped the back of your knee to pull you on top of him, straddling his hips. He started to rub up and down both of your thighs when you sat up to look down at him. You raised your brows at him, still waiting for a response. “I'm gonna make you feel good, that’s what I’m doing.”
Harry sat up while he caressed your face with both hands, pulling you in for a kiss. He undid the zipper of your dress, letting the sleeves loosen before he assisted in removing the garment, pulling the dress over your head and letting it fall to the ground. Harry had taken his sweater off when he got home, so you began to undo the buttons to his shirt. He was taking his time, kissing you softly and slowly. He began to kiss down your sternum as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Once the shirt was off, you took a hold of Harry’s hair, massaging his scalp as he continued to kiss the skin along your chest.
His hands returned to massaging your hips and thighs as his kisses became eager against your skin, trailing to your lips. He began to pull you to lay down with him and moved his hands to your bum, massaging and pulling you down to grind against him. You let out a moan at the feeling of his bulge pressed against you, your hips moving on their own chasing the pleasure.
You whine as Harry pulls away. You kiss along his jaw and neck as your hips continue to roll against his. Harry is panting your name but you don’t stop your actions. The only thing that makes you stop is Harry begging you, “Sit on my face angel.”
You moan at the demand, tugging at Harry’s hair causing him to hiss. You sit up and Harry assists you to stand up as well as taking your panties off. Harry maneuvered himself so that you could straddle his face comfortably. When you went to straddle his face, he wasn’t expecting you to turn to face his feet. He couldn’t see what you were doing but he could feel you undoing his pants and begin to push them down his thighs, exposing his hard on. He bit into your ass cheek as he heard you spit into your hand and felt you begin to stroke him.
Harry felt you take him into your mouth as your wet center hovered over him. He threw his head back into the couch as he felt you tongue his tip. Harry wrapped his arms around your thighs and used his hands to spread you open for the taking. He licked his lips before giving you soft, sucking kisses to your outer lips. He can feel you moan around his dick, urging him to dip his tongue into you.
He pulls you so close to his face, you think you’re going to suffocate him. You pull off Harry to pump him a few times as well as to let out a moan of Harry’s name. His mouth and tongue are everywhere; kissing your thighs, teeth nipping your ass, his tongue trailing from you dripping cunt up to your puckered hole. Harry moves one of his hands so that his fingers can fuck into you as he is lapping at your ass.
You give Harry a firm squeeze, causing him to pull off of you to let out a guttural moan. He thrusts his hips up to you, causing his tip to graze your lips before you take him fully, causing him to lick and finger you with fervor. Your hips begin to roll on their own accord as your orgasm flooded over you. Your movements on Harry pause since your orgasm is overwhelming but the moment you start to come down from your high, you take all of Harry into your mouth. You pump what your mouth can’t handle, focusing your tongue on his tip. You hear Harry mumble something but can’t make out what he says before he is cumming into your mouth.
You pull off of him, giving him a few gentle pumps through his orgasm before climbing off of him to straddle his waist. When you turn to look at his face, you can't help but laugh. He had his eyes closed with his head tipped back and a smile gracing his face. “That good, huh?”
He let out a laugh before lacing his fingers with yours as you climb back on top of him. “Unexpected was what it was, and yes, it was THAT good.” He kissed your fingers before he gently pulled you to lay on him. He pulled the blanket that was behind his head over the both of you before he began to rub your back. Both of you began to doze off while the movie continued to play in the background.
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When you woke up, Harry was kissing your cheek. “Rise and shine sweetheart.” He continued to kiss over your face until you squirm away. “Let's get you up to bed, hm?” You nodded as you climbed off of Harry, wrapping the blanket around you. You're sluggish in your movements up the stairs but seeing Harry’s naked bum in front of you puts a little pep in your step.
Harry plops onto his bed ungracefully, opening his arms for you. You climb into bed to cuddle into Harry. He tips your head up from his chest to give you a kiss, deepening it as your thigh grazes his naked member. He whimpers into the kiss before he turns to his side to pull your thigh around his waist. He fully settles between your thighs, laying you on your back, when you pull him closer with your leg.
He rubs his stiffening member between your folds with rolls of his hips as he continues to kiss you. He is slow and gentle in his movements, wanting to savor the moment. You are the one to reach for the side table to turn on the light as well as to look for the condom. They are front and center when you open the drawer, causing you to bark a laugh. “Prepared this time, I see.”
Harry began to blush and bury his face into your neck, “hopeful is more like it.” He began to pepper your neck with kisses as you unwrap the condom. As he sat up for you to place the condom on him, he began to smile at you since you looked so concentrated with your tongue sticking out to the side. You looked up to him with a smile and a nod, causing him to lean on his elbows, hovering over you. You held his face giving him a soft kiss that both of you were smiling into.
Harry rubbed his nose against yours as you squeezed his hips with your thighs. Harry brushes your hair from your face then reaches down to line himself up to gently push into you. He looks back to you when his tip is inserted, kissing you as he rolls his hips to be completely enveloped by you.
Harry is kissing every inch of skin he can touch as your soft pants brush past his ear. This time is completely different than your first time, this was intimate. You lace your fingers into his hair as his hand is rubbing up and down your thigh, hooking it around his waist to pull you closer.
Harry pulled his face from your skin to watch you. You turn your head to look at him and you start to smile as you continue with your soft, quick breaths with each thrust of Harry’s hips. He starts to smile down at you before leaning to give you a kiss to your lips. He pulls away and continues his movements. You push his hair off his forehead before you kiss every inch of his face, causing Harry to giggle.
He leans so that his body is surrounding you, kissing your shoulder as his pace quickens. He pulls you closer to him by gripping the thigh wrapped around him, pulling you at an angle that hits your inner spot perfectly. His pelvis is grinding against your clit with the movements of Harry’s hips, giving you everything to push you over the edge. You grip Harry’s hair pulling him closer to you, whimpering out his name.
Harry began to suck on your collar, quickening his pace, leading Harry to moan out as he began to feel your light pulse on his shaft. He pulled his face from your skin to watch you as you come undone. The grip on his hair and his waist from your thighs tighten while your face scrunches with your orgasm. Harry quickly pecks your face with kisses before he locks his lips with yours and releases into the condom.
Your pants mix with Harry’s in the air between you before you lean up to gently place a kiss on his lips. He begins to smile as he continues to peck your lips, causing you to giggle out and grip his face.
Harry rolls off of you and pulls you into his side. “You’re not going to leave me in the morning now, are you?” He had a smile on his face but you knew he was still concerned.
You began to pet at his face, getting him to look at you. “I’ll be here in morning. Every morning if you want me to.” He smiled and kissed you again with a hum.
“I would really like that.” Harry kissed you again before getting up to get ready for bed, turning off the bedside lamp and cuddling you close as you fell asleep.
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Harry had brought you coffee to bed in the morning along with the newspaper. You stole his glasses from his face when you found an article that suited you and placed them on your own. Harry rested his head on your shoulder as you read it aloud, him feeding you pieced if jellied toast between lines.
You showered together and began to get ready as Harry was calling Gemma to let her know that you were on your way.
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Emmett was running out of Gemma and Michel’s front door when his aunt had opened it, seeing Harry and you were approaching. Harry had feigned hurt when he saw Emmett run right for you. If anything, Harry was ecstatic to see the exchange. You picked up Emmett and carried him to the car, assisting him to get into his booster.
When Harry approached Gemma, he knew she had something to say. “Don’t fuck it up, Harry.
She’s good for the both of you.” Harry’s jaw dropped at Gemma, hurt at the idea that he would fuck up such a perfect thing. Gemma gave Harry a hug before waving at you and Emmett over his shoulder.
Harry climbed back in the car to see Emmett eagerly telling you all that he had done with Aunt Gem and Uncle Michel. Harry made sure that both you and Emmett were buckled up before he started to drive. Harry reaches his hand over to your lap, squeezing your thigh before lacing his fingers with yours.
“Daddy? What are we doing today?” Emmett was looking out the window, having an idea of what they were going to do by knowing what day of the week it was as well as by their surroundings, but he wanted to hear his dad say it.
Harry looked back in the rear view mirror while giving your hand a squeeze. “We are going to go to the park for a while before going to our diner.” Harry began to smile as he saw the excitement grow on Emmett’s face.
The Saturday tradition that used to be strictly meant for Harry and Emmett now was made better by having you with them.
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katsuflossy · 4 years
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Best Worst Night Ever?
Pairing: Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku x Black reader
Genre: Fluff
TW: Sexual assault, obscenities, Drinking, throw up, cops, um pubic lice?
A/n: This is my thank you for 500+ followers!! I sadly have limited time to do any fics but I squeezed in a day to finish a lil WIP I had which is this!! I just watched Hercules and couldn’t help making this so please enjoy!!
BIG PSA: I am in no way romanticizing or poking at sexual assault. The story is inspired by Disney’s Hercules. 
Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate
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The Tokyo club district may be Midoriya’s most hated areas he has to patrol. Nothing attracted him here, in fact, the area repulsed him. The last time he stepped foot into the club was for Denki’s 21st. That night ended early for him due to an incident involving throwup that cost him his shirt, pants, and custom shoes. Ochaco still sends him apology gifts from that night. But even before the incident, the top pro-hero felt no pull towards club life. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. Someone always was pushing him in a shuffle to ruin their liver or to grind on strangers. Not to mention he is a pro-hero so there was a reason All Might never appeared in nightclubs – it’ll eventually turn into an unofficial meet-and-greet.  
So why was he assigned to watch over the district during one of the most popular summer nights? Simple, crowd control. Deku was one of the only pro-heroes who could sway a crowd to his will. His spirit could’ve reached anyone even if it was a simple crook or a drunk valley girl and his presence in the Shibuya would bring more foreigners to the club scene hoping to see the number one hero. 
A sigh escaped his lips as his fingers massaged his temples. Midnight announced its arrival through the train station nearby yet the soft pulsing from each club around collectively buzzed out the PSA automated message. His eyes strained to stay open as he passed the reds, blues, and greens of Shibuya’s active clubs. He stretched for the fifth time in the hour, the cracks of his back emitted little result to the weighty feeling on his body, like the humidity within the night. Tokyo was sure hot that night
Hot indeed it was. 
Izuku was on his twelfth attempt to suppress a yawn until his ears caught on to a female scream barely breaking through the night. He questioned whether the scream was fearful or...playful, remembering one specific night he interrupted a couple in an alleyway. However, the scream rang out again, pushing the pro-hero to the source and silently cursing himself for second-guessing. His ears led him three blocks up, beside the infamous Harlem. The red club light glared in Deku’s eyes as he tried to register the bodies in front of him.
Muted red scattered across your body front forward pressed against the bricks of the building. A tall, skinny man pressed his body against your own, restricting your thrashing from knocking him in the nose or somewhere much more sensitive. Your cheek pressed harshly against the rough texture you were forced upon as you glared at the perpetrator.
“Why don’t you just let me carry you home, babygirl?” The liquor and weed wafted from his mouth, singeing your nose hairs as you thrashed harder.
“Like fuck, you green bitch! Get the fuck up off me!” He sneered in response, ignoring your demand as his hand brushed your leg, trailing to the hem of your skirt.
“Stop! Let her go!” Your eyes snapped to the open end of the alleyway where the voice rang out. You wasted no time to take the distraction as you used your stiletto heel to stab his foot. He shrieked as he recoiled from your body. You took the time to turn around and kick him in his crotch, bringing the molester to the ground. 
“You fucking slut!” As he attempted to get up, Deku zapped in front of him, grabbing his elbow as he slammed him against the opposite wall. The man had his breath knocked out of him in an instant before passing out due to the impacting force. 
The alleyway stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing what just happened and how quickly the man crumpled against the wall. Your eyes furrowed and your fist clenched, walking up to the passed out body before commencing in a swift kick after kick adding stomps to his stomach. 
“That’s what yo filthy ass get!”
 “The next time I see you, I’m putting one ‘tween yo eyes cause you lucky I wasn’t packing tonight motherfucker!”
“If you had put your grimy hands on me further I would’ve bit your ear off like I’m fucking Mayweather in this bitch.”  
Midoriya, grabbed your upper arm, snatching you away from the bruising body on the ground, mortified by the profanities spilling out from your mouth.
“P-please stop, the police are on their way and they’ll deal with him.” His pleading stopped you momentarily. Believing that you were calm, he released the hand from your bicep only for you to get one more stomp in. He attempted to grab you again before you raised your arms and stepped away from the man, satisfied by the pain-filled groan he let out. 
Not saying a word to the pro-hero, you went to pick up your phone, which skidded from you as the molester wrestled you against the wall. The young hero also spotted your clear handbag at the corner of the alleyway, assisting you as you dialed your friends’ numbers on your phone. Your back faced him as he approached with your purse. You clutched your phone tight as you cursed into the phone, freezing Midoriya in his spot. 
“You fucking bitches! Not only did y’all not tell me y’all were leaving the fucking club, y’all not answering the phone and still posting ugly ass pictures on snap. I knew I should’ve never fuck wit y’all stank ass hoes in the first place. And Charlotte? Suck my fucking dick from the back! Hope that nigga you let hit tonight gives you crabs, dumbass bitch!” 
You slammed on the send button in the group chat, giving your ‘friends’ a piece of your mind, forgetting about the audience that was behind you. 
“U-umm…” You whipped around at the sound of the male behind you, still pissed off about your friends ignoring your call. 
“Yes?” Your attitude fell a little when you noticed how handsome the man in front of you was. Freckles peppered the tops of his cheeks, deepening the blush he sported in miscellaneous places on his face. Scars did nothing to deter your attraction, in fact, they made him more alluring, giving a rugged look to his chiseled features. 
“I believe this is yours?” He held out your clear mini handbag revealing the few yens you had and your Fenty Beauty lip gloss. 
“Thanks.” You took it graciously before reapplying some of the gloss that had come off due to your ‘encounter’ just as the pro-hero actually looked at your appearance. 
Your plump, glossy lips reflected the red club lights so sinfully. His eyes noted the beam of light shifted at the slight lift and drop of your lips. Your skin compared to the softest velvet and satin as the red light refracted on the shimmer of perfume you wore. May he mention that you smelled like euphoria? Or what he may interpret as that. His eyes traveled down your outfit, a pink skirt slit on the side peeking more of your thigh and leaving the rest to imagination. As for your top, the fluffy pink bikini top had his mind on haywire, noticing the sheen on the curves of your—
—He blinked, removing the haze from his mind. He had to say something to you, like his soul begged for a minute of your time. Denki’s voice popped in his mind, “Be cool guys, after a DID (Damsel In Distress), lay it on little by little. Ask her for her name, then if she’s safe, be a sexy gentleman.” Swallowing the thick ball in his throat, he went with the advice.
“Are you...a-alright Miss?” His hand went to his nape, rubbing the end of his undercut as a blush grew on his face. You smiled at his flustered attempt.
“(Y/n). My friends would call me (N/n) at least they would if I had anymore.” You couldn’t help your eyes to roam his physique, noting the rippling muscle under the black and green suit. 
 “So? Does a name come with my hero or should I start calling you Hercules?” A warm feeling traveled through his body, making its way to his face, burning his cheeks a brighter red. He bashfully chuckled. 
“I-I’m uhh...uhh uh...uhh” You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his brain malfunction, smirking to yourself at how cute this was. 
“Are you always this articulate?” His eyes widened realizing the babble was not coherent as he jumped to answer your question.
“Deku! My—” He coughed at the fine pitch in his voice, brain bringing up the “How to be Cool Manual” made by Denki as he readjusted his vocal placements.
“—My name is Deku.” A light chuckle escaped through the air as you smiled at his notably lower than normal voice. 
“Hmm, Deku? I think I prefer Hercules.” You joked before your teasing was interrupted by a loud groan coming from your forgotten assaulter.
“So? H-how did you get mixed up with the...uh?”
“Nigga who don’t know what the fuck rejection is?” You looked at the crumpled man again, having the thoughts to step on his globe head again. Deku’s eyes widen as if he read your mind, holding his arms out to stop you. You raised your arms, showing no harm before retelling the night’s events.
“Some bitches and I decided we were going to go to Harlem and I was the designated driver even though it wasn’t my car. Haven’t stepped into the club yet and they already drunk off of the entrance drinks. Lightweight bitches but they wanna chug down all the martinis in there. So one of them got a hookup and left without saying shit to anyone and the other was fucking faded—”
Deku flipped through his brain to remember what the definition of faded was.
“—my guy, like bitch was puking up in the stalls. So the third girl, almost as drunk as the other bitch, took the fucking car and ditched me. Didn’t tell me when I could’ve left this place cause in there was lowkey trash. All fucking mainstream pop, and few trap songs. But anyway, this pants-suffocating-my-balls ass nigga was preying on me the entire night and you know how men are. Saying 'no' means 'yes' and 'fuck off' means 'take me I’m yours'.” Your hands clasped together as you bat your lashes up into the sky. You quickly dropped your dreamy acting gig as quickly as you made it. Deku stood confused, chivalry and respect rolled off of his body as he did not know what the female interpretation implied.
“Don’t worry, ask rock-a-bye-baby here when he gets up.” Deku’s laughter halted as the sounds of sirens rang through the air. 
“Well, thanks for everything, Mr. Deku. It’s been a real slice.” You waved at him before turning to leave. Deku panicked, rushing to grab your forearm. You raised a brow at his actions.
“W-wait! U-um the police would like a victim report so he can g-get full repercussions for what he did to a l-lovely lady like you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you mulled over what he said, lovely lady?
“U-um sure, it’s still fuck 12 though cause they didn’t do shit.” You turned around again only for the pro-hero to turn you back around, completely facing you. 
“W-what?” You looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness as he cupped your cheek. His finger swiped the side of your soft lips, almost dipping into the shimmery, inviting pool before retracting from your face. 
“Y-you had s-some lip gloss smudged on your face.” Deku’s eyes remained on your own as you tried not to melt on the spot. All you could do was simply nod as the police cruiser pulled up by the entrance.
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“Well thank you, ma’am, he won’t trouble you any further.” You nodded as the officer went back into the car, the man in the back sleeping quite peacefully for someone who’ll wake up behind bars. Your fingers typed in the address for your apartment, which was a 20-minute walk from your current location. You sighed as your feet, sore from standing in heels all night long, trudged down the street. However, a certain green-haired hero refused to let you go. Thanking the officers in the car, he rushed to your distancing figure.
“(Y/n), wait for me!” Deku waved you down, not breaking a sweat as he reached your figure.
“Deku, I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, so thank you and–” 
“I’m a hero. My job is to make sure everyone is safe, including you. So please, let me walk you home.” His eyes were unyielding. He refused to take any other answer than a yes. You nodded your head, smiling at his chivalry before walking again.
“Alright Hercules, tell me why did you become a hero?”
And so the 20-minute walk seemed like only five as you and Midoriya talked about your childhoods, struggle, and funny memories. Your feet finally touched the doorsteps of your apartment after Deku carried you halfway through the journey. 
“Thank you so much for saving me, even though I had it in the bag.” Laughter broke from the pair into the twinkling sky of the night.
“I’m sure you did.” The lighthearted atmosphere trickled into the sewers of the streets as the pair realized that their time was coming to an end. Deku began to panic, he wanted to see you again, there was no doubt as Denki’s voice invaded his head once again, “Go for the kill bro! Go for the kill!” The young hero grabbed your arm before you turned to leave.
“Umm (Y/n), I know you had an awful night but I- I would like to see you again!” His forwardness stunned you, not expecting the man to be this bold. Your heart sped up and you attempted to keep your cool.
“Sure, you got your phone on you?” He pulled out his phone, handing it to you as his excitement built. A smile stretched across your face, unable to contain your happiness as you returned the phone to its owner.
“Alright Deku, Imma fuck wit ya.” You fist-bumped the hero before leaning into his face, making the daring move to press a kiss against his cheek. 
“Bye Deku.” You unlocked the door of your apartment, entering the vicinity before waving at the scarlet faced hero, who, still absorbing what just happened, waved back aimlessly. As you closed the door, your knees finally buckled for the first time in the night. You slumped against the door, smiling to yourself, not knowing the number one hero was doing the same thing. 
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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years
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Greetings From Austin
Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC
Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.
Word Count: 2616
Warnings: a/b/o, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, self doubt, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility
*additional warnings to be added in future parts.
A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.
A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.
*no beta-all mistakes are mine
*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​​
*images found online
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Prologue
Austin, TX
Mid July
“Babe,” Jensen softly says in a low voice to the person seated next to him in the waiting room, “Babe,” he says a bit louder, still getting no response. Leaning close, he blows into their ear.
Jared starts, his “what” muffled by the finger he’s been chewing on.
“You know you can’t do that, don’t want you getting sick.” Taking his hand Jensen pulls it away from his pretty pink lips, gently caressing the finger. Jared had finally stopped chewing on his hands when Covid-19 became widespread.
“Where’s your gum?” Jared bite his lip not answering.
Sighing, Jensen shifts retrieving his pack and hands a piece to him. “What’s got you masticating again?” He inquires as Jared pops the stick in his mouth.
Jared chews the gum nervously weighing how to answer the question knowing Jensen won’t accept anything less than the whole truth. “What if something goes wrong again because of me.”
Jensen’s brow furrowed. He learned years ago that while their relationship is one of equals, he had to be lead Alpha when Jared’s mental state overwhelmed him as it had the last few weeks.
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After the public announcement in March 2019 that season fifteen would be Supernaturals last, they had agreed when finished with the pickups they would take an extended break, return to Austin and concentrate on their marriage.
Jared intended to stop acting indefinitely, pursuing other interests and Jensen wanted to concentrate on his music.
Of course, things didn’t quite end up how they planned.
Jared entered negotiations to star in the Walker, Texas Ranger reboot, along with being an executive producer. Jensen got a call from Kripke wanting him for the role of Soldier Boy in The Boys third season.
But by March of 2020, everything came to a halt thanks to the Corona-virus.
The shutdowns left Supernaturals final two episodes with no definitive filming date and their seemingly never ending last season put their other projects on hold.
For the first time in years they had the luxury of a leisurely schedule, not having to be somewhere on a timetable, they could communicate with friends and family uninterrupted, deal with their other businesses, charities, etc, leaving most days free to enjoy being together without constraint.
But even amazing, awesome, vigorous sex on every horizontal/vertical surface that could support the two big Alphas only filled so many hours and like many couples, they started getting each others nerves and looked for other ways to stay occupied.
By late May, Jared was unable to sleep or eat, even going out of the house became a chore. When he hit a consecutive fourth day in bed, Jensen bodily dragged him into the bath for a desperately needed shower and loaded him in his truck driving to his doctor's.
Upon checking in they were told patients only allowed in the facility. Jared started panicking, saying he was having chest pains and couldn’t breath. He was rushed in with Jensen hot on their heels after morphing into an overprotective Alpha mate no one was stopping.
Jared’s doctor deduced with the lock-downs prohibiting him from his routine checkups and periodic adjustments needed to his medications triggered this episode.
The first step was to wean him off his current prescriptions and change to a newly approved, alternative regime. He was checked in a facility for ten days under observation while detoxing off his meds.
His therapist switched his twice weekly tele-counseling sessions to daily for the foreseeable future and Kodas certification as an emotional support animal was approved. His progress was slow but he was returning back to his sweet natured, big hearted, exceptionally tactical, overgrown puppy self.
When the surprise call from the clinic came a few days ago about an appointment opening, Jensen initially didn’t want it, still in his overly excessive protective Alpha mode. Jared’s outburst made him relent, fearing they were on a collision course for a major setback if he didn’t.
And Jensen, being Jensen, went overboard to ensure the appointment was absolutely private.
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Part I
Jared was about to speak when a woman in scrubs called out, “Mr. Bonham and Mr. Page.” they got up crossing over to her, “Hello, I’m Sissy, Dr. Rodgers nurse, please follow me.”
They pass through the doorway leading through a maze of halls like that of any other medical clinic except this one specialized in a very specific service.
The nurse opens a door near the back of the clinic gesturing for them to enter the spacious office, “Please have a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly.” She closed the door and they sat down in the pair of chairs directly in front of the large, dark mahogany desk.
Jensen, scenting Jared’s nervousness, lifts his right hand kissing his palm, making him chuckle at the tickle of Jen’s soft beard before twining their fingers together and setting them on his left thigh, smiling reassuringly.
There was a brief knock before the door opened and an older, silver haired Beta entered. “Hello, I’m Dr. Rodgers, how are we doing today?” He asks, moving to his chair behind the desk.
Jared gave him a tight smile and Jensen remained placid.
The doctor raises an eyebrow, “Relax Mr. Page, this is just a visit to go over the paperwork before deciding about how we proceed, not the Spanish Inquisition.” Jared releases his held breath but couldn’t completely calm himself.
“I know the process can be overwhelming but I must ask, is there something we’ve done to make you uncomfortable?” Dr. Rodgers inquires.
“No, everyone’s been really nice, very professional. It’s just we..we had issues the first time we attempted to do this.” Jared finished his sentence quietly, in the recess of his mind; something bad is gonna happen and it’ll be my fault.
Jensen squeezes his hand tighter, instinctively sensing Jared’s mind was trying to spiral again, “When tried this before someone leaked our plans to the media. It wasn't ever proven the clinic was involved but...”
“We do everything possible to keep our clients anonymity protected here. All of our staff have been thoroughly vetted and sign NDA, given your professions, you're familiar with how they work. Your real identities will remain completely confidential, even if you choose to not proceed. It is why you chose this particular clinic, yes?”
“Yes, it is.” Jensen replied.
“How about we get this bit of paperwork out of the way, then we can have a more relaxed visit. I’ve gone over the applications you both submitted and have noted a few discrepancies in the medical section that need clarification before we proceed,” He opens the top file, “Mr. Bonham, why did you omit Genu Varum from your medical history?”
Jensen kept his expression neutral as he felt his stomach automatically clench. He had been mercilessly teased throughout his childhood about his bowed legs by his older brother Josh and later his buddies from school when they’d come over to hang out. By the time he was in high school Jensen’s extraordinary looks and personality were what got people’s attention first. Nowadays, many a fanfic waxed poetic about those bowed legs.
“The questionnaire inquired about inherited genetic medical conditions and since mine isn’t, I didn’t think it was necessarily applicable.” Jared hears an edge creeping into Jensen’s voice and gives their tangled fingers a quick squeeze.
“Did you see an orthopedist and were they able to determine what caused the condition? Did they suggest any surgical procedures or therapies to straighten your legs?”
“I was born a preemie, the orthopedists my parents consulted decided my condition was attributable to that.” Jensen replies tersely, dropping his vocal range. Jared gripped his hand harder, telling him to cool the attitude. “The doctor didn’t recommend surgery but sent me to physical therapy, thought it would help them straighten as I grew.”
“So no others in your immediate family have this issue?”
“Everyone my family has straight legs, including my three children.”
Jared piped in, “He hates it but he does have an exercise regimen; stretching, strength training. Oh, he also takes several different vitamins, omega oils, turmeric and extra vitamin D to support his joints.” They watched the doctor scribble a few more notes in the file before closing it.
“Mr. Page,” Jared sits up straighter in his chair, “I appreciate that you went into detail about your mental health status. I see you’ve recently been hospitalized, your medications have been changed to an alternative regiment and you’ve also increased your therapy sessions?”
Jared’s interview continued for another twenty minutes as Dr. Rodgers questioned him in depth about his depression and anxiety, feeling said anxiety ratcheting up so he focused on Jensen’s thumb rhythmically moving over his hand and used every ounce of his acting skills to appear confident and in control.
Dr. Rodgers closed his file, “I only have a few general questions left then we can discuss how you wish to proceed.”
After a more relaxed, genial conversation with the doctor, Sissy took them to a couple private rooms with paraphernalia to help stimulate them into producing a couple semen samples.
Jensen was getting close to finishing with his favorite spank-bank fantasy when he felt Jared’s frustration across their bond.
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Jared couldn’t get aroused.
He felt as useless as his flaccid cock.
His doctor warned him that loss of sex drive could be a possible side effect of his new regiment until his body adjusted to it. He had struggled with temporary impotence a few times on his old meds, always fearful Jensen would finally see him as undesirable, no longer a satisfactory mate.
Rationally, he knew it was his illness causing these exceptionally hard to deal thoughts recently and the nagging idea this wasn’t the right thing for them to attempt again continually kept creeping in.
Jensen’s unspoken reluctance about having more children at his age was also weighing on his conscience, warring against his own biological longings.
They had a humongous argument when he told Jensen about taking the appointment. Jen thought this was the wrong time to attempt it again, pointing out he was just getting his equilibrium back setting Jared went off on a rant about how he no longer wanted him and would leave him like Genevieve had because he was too broken to deal with anymore.
Unmitigated anguish was written across Jensen’s beautiful features, the very notion that Jared could conceivably believe that he’d ever abandon him made his soul hurt in such a way no verbal language on earth could ever express his devastated feelings traveling across their bond.
***
Everything they’d been through; from that bar fight solidifying their friendship, Jared’s first breakdown, the years of living as roommates while secretly a couple to finding wives who understood their unique relationship and still married them both in 2010.
The joyous arrival of JJ three years later that unfortunately exacerbated Genevieve's frustration of not being able to conceive coming out with a vengeance at Jared. His unexpected breakdown in Switzerland was the final nail in their marriage. Gen was there for him but in the end it was all too much and she filed for divorce.
Shortly after, Jared’s iCloud account was hacked. It was believed, but never conclusively proven, that Gen was behind it since her lawyer was trying to break their prenuptial agreement, the videos documenting his private and explicit sexual relationship with Jensen were legally considered adulterous. In the end, the court upheld the legal document but the ramifications...
They were summoned to L.A. for the meeting from hell with WB executives, both convinced it was the end of Supernatural and their careers.
After the reaming out, they each received a weeks pay suspension to cover some of what it was gonna cost PR in time and money to deal with the inevitable repercussions and placate the show's sponsors.
How would the show’s fans react? Would they still be able to accept them as brothers only on TV while in real life they were involved in a highly stigmatized relationship?
When they returned to work there was an atmosphere of tension that hadn’t existed before. It was an open secret that all shows had their share of bitchiness and backstabbing behind the scenes. Jensen may have the thicker skin, keeping tighter control on his emotions, but Jared knew it hurt him just as deeply the loss of some of their friends because of prejudicial, social beliefs that two Alpha males shouldn’t be involved.
Jensen’s parents showed up unexpectedly in Vancouver a few weeks later. What started out as a not quite comfortable visit quickly deteriorated with his religiously conservative parents. They had not raised him like this and blamed Jared, saying he had corrupted him, leading him into a sinful lifestyle. He needed to repent and return to his wife to whom he had made a commitment before god.
Jensen blew up, replying it was none of their business, it was between them and oh, yeah, Danneel knew about them before marrying him and they better not say anything to her. Without another word his parents left. When he later called them to make amends, his mother coolly stated that he was no longer part of their family and to never contact them again.
Three months after the twins were born in 2016 came the finalization of Jensen’s divorce from Danneel, painful but congenial. They easily agreed on joint custody and still spent most holidays together. Jensen gave Dani financial security in their settlement, he wanted to make sure she didn’t have to worry about working again unless she wanted to.
All these years later, Jared continually has nagging thoughts that they had let everybody down. They received support when they publicly came out as bisexual then lost some of it when they married, being mocked for not coming out as gay.
***
There was another knock at the door and Jared ignored it, it was that nurse checking on his lack of progress again. The knock turned into pounding, “Jared, open this door now dammit!” He flinched realizing Jensen knew what was going on with him. Releasing the privacy latch and opening the door a crack he saw concerned green eyes only.
“Sorry, I thought you were that nurse,” he stepped away and sat back down as Jensen came in and re-latching it behind him. “She came to get me when you stopped answering,” Jensen said, walking over to him and started running his thick fingers through his husband’s long hair, “what’s going on babe?”
He glances up knowing that Jensen already knew, “It’s okay Jay, take as long as you need.” He paused at the unpleasant scent wafting around him. “If you’d be more comfortable we could do this at home…” Jared shakes his head, “There’s the risk of damage, contamination and or not able to get it back in time that could make the semen unusable.” Jared quotes from a website.
Jensen softly chuckled, “Nerd.”
Jared notices the bulge in his jeans, “You didn’t...”
“Drain the snake..choke the chicken..spank the monkey.”
“Fuck, okay, you didn’t! Stop using old man slang.” He shook his head smiling  at Jensen intentionally goading him.
Jared reached up for the hand playing in his hair, grasping it to draw Jensen down next to him.
“Jack, I don’t want to wait any longer on doing this. I love JJ and the twins, you know I do, but they'll always be yours and Danneels. I know the timing could be better... but I'm almost thirty-eight and I want my..our own pups running around the house driving us crazy.”
“For the next eighteen years?”
“Minimum.”
tbc
Part II
SPN: @donnaintx​​​​​​​��​​​​ @lyarr24
GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy @let-me-luve-you @all-4-wincest
Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid
Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva
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ranposlittle · 4 years
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hi!! i love your work! can i request a nsfw scenario with chuuya and fem s/o topping or pegging him ? thank you !!!
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Genre: NSFW, Little Scenarios
Tags: Pegging, Femdom, Strong language, A bit of degradation
▮ ❝ Hello, anons~ I hope you don't mind that I'll collectively answer your requests. I'm truly not well-versed in the act of pegging and tbh it's not my cup of tea. But I wanted to challenge myself so I hope you'd like this~ (>︿<。) ❞
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It was no secret to anyone who has met you that you certainly are always on top of everything that you do.
You're ambitious, driven and independent. That's what magnetized him towards you in the first place, and he will never try to change that.
He's proud of who you are and to be honest, it kind of inflates his ego– because behind close doors, he gets to be the one with the most control.
That's how it is usually, anyway. Tonight, however, is anything but usual.
·⊹⊱— 「 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 • 𝙾𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞 」 —⊰⊹·
“Careful, my darling. You might hurt me with that.” Dazai chuckled nervously.
He spoke as if you're pressing a knife against his throat, but you really can't blame him. After all, you are pressing the lubed up tip of your strap-on dildo on his barely prepared asshole.
“Don't worry. Believe it or not, I've done this before.”
Dazai harshly sucked air through his gritted teeth as you slowly pushed your way inside the tight passage of his anus. Pain and pleasure instantly mixed and coursed within the blood on his veins, foiling his attempt to recollect the bridge of events that led him to be bound, naked and face down on your bed like a sacrificial offering. Which he probably is given the lack of foreplay and regard for his overall well-being, he's sure you're doing this as a punishment more than anything.
“I'm not stupid, Dazai,” you declared as you push the last inch of the dildo inside him. “I know that you keep flirting with other women in front of me to make me jealous, even if I've warned you multiple times.”
You don't have to be a detective to notice the side glances he would give you while running a finger on some other girl's jaw or how he would deliberately comment on someone else's beauty even if you're right beside him. He's been acting up like a spoiled brat ever since you got a big project that you've been working on most of the time and barely paid him any attention. You supposed that you underestimated how needy your boyfriend can be but you really wouldn't tolerate such bratty attitude from anyone. It's time for you to put him in his proper place.
Dazai scoffed arrogantly, preparing to give you a snappy comeback. But with just one hard thrust, his words dissipated into nothing but a pained groaned. You didn't really want to give your boyfriend a chance to sweet talk his way out of this, so you followed up with your actions. Blow after blow, thrust after thrust– Dazai was trying his hardest to keep himself stable while you recklessly plow him.
His cock was flushed against the mattress but it still manages to achingly twitch every time you hit that special spot deep within him. The small friction his erection is getting from your movement is enough to make him cream, and he's very conscious about the possibility that he has already stained your sheets with the pre-cum he failed to prevent leaking out.
“I hope by now you've understood that you belong to me as much as I belong to you,” you stated. “I can fuck you as hard as you fuck me.”
Dazai sneered, “That's for sure.”
Despite the beads of sweat rolling down his face and the awkward way his usual smirk is quirked up on his lips, it gave you much delight to know that your seemingly confident boyfriend enjoys being dominated over like this as much as you do. You smirked and gave one of his ass cheeks a stinging smack before re-adjusting your position and burying your dildo deeper inside him.
Dazai cried out, choking in between chanting your name and vocalizing his moans that won't stop escaping his throat.
“So good,” he said in a low whisper but somehow still made its way on your ears.
His moans began to be more relaxed now, he's definitely feeling more of the pleasure than the initial sting of being pegged. You pinned yourself in position by grabbing on Dazai's hips and began to pound him even harder than you already have.
Each one of your violent pushes knocked the wind out of Dazai's lungs, but he couldn't care less because, as your dildo reach the deepest parts of his hole, it sends him flying in to the sky. You're hitting the places he himself never knew existed; spots that makes his eyes roll so far back in his head and make his whole body numb from the overwhelming pleasure.
Dazai clenched his jaw hard as you hit a specific bundle of nerves over and over again, taking him higher and higher, further and further to the edge, and before he knew it– his defenses crashed down on him.
With your dildo still planted deep inside him, Dazai screaming out your name was your only warning before he tightly pressed his lips together and let his cum unload, spurting wildly out of his cock. Visible white lines are made after another, painting a some sort of pattern of strokes on your sheets that could be considered artistic if it was made by a different material.
You smiled proudly with what you've done, keeping your thrusts deep and controlled as you let your boyfriend finish his release. While Dazai is still dazed and high from such an explosive ejaculation, you took the chance to lean in to his ear. With the sweetest voice you could do, you gave him another threat if he ever decided to pull such an act on you again.
“Maybe next time, I'll have you wear a butt plug when you go to work and make you play with it while your co-workers are around.”
In which, your mischievous boyfriend replied with an amused chuckle.
·⊹⊱— 「 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊 • 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 」 —⊰⊹·
“Shit,” he exhaled, tears collecting at the edges of his eyes. “Slow down, babe.”
Chuuya's soft plea was tantalizing but given the way he looks beneath you, slowing down isn't really something you'd want to do. Both of his hands are handcuffed on either side of the bed frame, trembling legs splayed wide open for you and his cock visibly twitching with every brutal thrust you gave him.
You smirked at him, eyes darkened with lust as you ignored his contorted face to go in an even faster pace. Chuuya growled and cursed, eyes shut tightly and fists clenched as he tries to get accustomed to being the one taking all the blows.
“What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted? A little excitement?” Your tone was sharp like daggers and along with the burning sting on his ass hole, he felt a prick on his chest.
It's true that lately he had been neglecting you, he even thought about breaking up. He didn't think it was fair to keep all of this from you though, so he decided to tell you about it. The spark between the two of you is starting to die, he says. He needs a bit more excitement in his life, he says. Well maybe he just need a reminder as to who he's exactly talking to.
With every sputtering curses, shaky whimper and throaty groaned that Chuuya let's out, your pride swells up. Your attention dropped from his flustered face and down to his needy cock, its pre-cum already threatening to trickle down his shaft.
You grabbed it with vigor, instantly pumping it as mercilessly as your thrusts. Your reward came from your boyfriend's little cries and begs for a little break.
“(Y/N)... Please... I–” he choked out.
“What? Are you going to come? I guess you really liked being fucked hard, don't you?” You asked but Chuuya can't give you a coherent answer even if he wanted to. All he can muster is a string of broken curses and pleads.
Still feeling unsatisfied, you ordered him.
“Say it. I want you to beg me to let you come.”
You saw his frown deepened but nothing left his lips but drawn out moans. You gave him a particularly rough thrust before stopping everything at once. His eyes shot open, and looked at you with some degree of horror.
“Alright, alright. Fine,” Chuuya blurted out, taking a deep breath and then sighing.
“I–” another deep breath. He clenched his jaw on the thought of throwing every ounce of his pride as a man out of the window but his ache for a release prevails over his logic. “I– I want to come, okay? Wait, no. Please let me come.”
It made you scoff with how pathetic he sounded like, but you still didn't have him exactly where you want him to. So, you rub your thumbs along the swollen tip of his cock and demanded: “Again.”
Chuuya's face once again contorted in agony. Any residue of what once was his dignity is now wiped off as he let himself completely surrender to you.
“Just fuck me and let me come, goddammit!” He exclaimed. “Please just let me come.”
“See? That wasn't so hard.” You smirked at him, and he just clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Now, you get a reward.”
Once your hips started to move, Chuuya's head planted once more on the pillow underneath him. His abs constantly clenching and unclenching as his breathing gets more uneven with every one of your swings and strokes.
You remained silent as you picked up on your pace, letting your boyfriend's screams and moans occupy your ears. You let the hunger for lust and power blaze a fire in your core and consume you as you watch Chuuya's features tighten. His cock started to twitch wildly on your palm, his cried got louder and more desperate and as you gave another one hard push inside the walls of his abused anus, Chuuya came unraveling in front of you.
His voice rang throughout the four walls of the bedroom as ribbons upon ribbons of his white, warm cum squirted out his cock and decorated his own toned body.
The rest of his ejaculation was squeezed out of him by the shallow pulses of your dildo deep inside his ass, and he let out an almost animalistic growl as he spills every last drop that he have.
When he was done, he cursed you in the most loving way as he tried to stabilize his own breathing.
You pulled out unannounced, making him hiss for the last time. Without saying a word, you left him there to think about what he told you about his feelings. Maybe he'll change his mind whilst he soaks on his own cum.
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combsmusings · 3 years
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Weyoun 6 x reader x Weyoun 7
Multiple clone Weyoun x reader requested by @someone-reanimated, thank you for being my first request and inspiring me to write for the first time in years. I hope you like this!
This ended up a little darker than I anticipated, so my apologies for that. I’m out of practice with writing so this was a good exercise for me! 
Warnings: sex, non-con (coercion on Weyoun 7s behalf), open ending, exhibitionism
Meeting Weyoun 6 was most likely the most important meeting of your life and also the most stressful.
Living on an outpost away from the action of the war was a blessing to you, able to keep up a life of your own and avoiding bloodshed. 
While it could get rather lonely, it was a comfortable lifestyle. The various news sources flooded you with information about the war, tales of the most powerful forces making through the quadrant, and each day you counted your blessings that you had safety in your solitary home.
As far as you knew from the little that made it to you, was that Weyoun was sly, devious and also the most powerful vorta in the Dominion. Lies dripped from his tongue as he shook hands, pleased by the new possible relations between another world and the Dominion, while also taking note of every flaw he he can see, just as insurance.
It isn’t until one night a freshly defective vorta brought his shuttle down not far from you that your view changed.
Weyoun considered it an amazing stroke of luck when he stumbled upon the remote planet with a strong electromagnetic field convenient for disguising a warp signature, and quickly began to descend.
When he came across a building hidden by trees he quickly made his way over, only to realize the home was occupied.
After a very negative reaction to finding him crouched in your kitchen (and an unfortunate moment involving you threatening him with a pan that was nearby), you heard his story and began to wonder how much of the articles you had been reading were really true, and maybe the Vorta weren’t the evil force they were made out to be, but a victim of a larger system.
You could never forget how he shook and trembled as he fought to explain himself and begged for shelter for the night, only the night. You quickly saw the blood that began to run down his arm and firmly told him to remove any weapons and don’t try anything stupid.
After patching up his wounds and letting him speak his peace, you began to feel hurt on his behalf and wished he could stay and keep you company in the life you led. Quickly cooking up something for him to eat and sitting and letting conversation run between you only softened your resolve more so.
He was gentle and sweet, and ever gracious of the kindness and mercy you showed him. You knew if he truly was on our side he could change the entire outcome of the war, and it was frightening to become so closely involved with someone so important in the life you were currently leading. You didn’t want to get dragged into the conflict unless you had to.
You set him up for the night with some spare blankets and let him know if he needed to stay longer he was welcome to, and set off towards your room for the night.
He was there for a few nights before you couldn’t resist any longer, leaving sweet kisses on his lips and hearing his soft gasps and breaths on your face, before finally setting down on his lap and letting your arms fall over his shoulders.
Not too much later you ended up naked together, the sound of whimpers and gasps rang through the house as you rode him, letting his hands claw at your hips and lower back, his face flushed a delicate lavender. Unable to keep from being vocal, broken words flooded out of his mouth; compliments, curses, callings to the founders.
Being known for having exceptional hearing, had Weyoun not been occupied he definitely would have heard the sound of a ship in the distance or the creaking of the floor outside as someone approached, ready to apprehend him.
It wasn’t until you heard the sound of laughter that the both of you snapped your heads up and saw you were no longer alone, a mirror double of the person beneath you with a phaser casually cupped in his hand. He quickly turned and ordered his Jem’Hadar soldiers back to the ship and await further instructions.
The Weyoun beneath you snarls at the sight, attempting to remove himself from you before getting an eyeful of the phaser. 
The double remarks that it’s a very interesting sight to see for a species that’s not meant to procreate at all, and can’t deny a liking for the image. He then welcomes you to continue what you’re doing with an odd expression on his face.
After a few moments of stunned silence from you he draws closer, letting his fingers through your hair and reminding his predecessor that if he had any hopes of restoring any respect from his gods he wouldn’t be actively seeking something his gods didn’t wish him having.
You whipped your face around, furious, only for him to grip the roots of your hair and tug firmly, making eye contact.
Smirking at the noise that provoked he began moving his hands to your hips and encourages you along, causing breathy noises to escape you without your control. He comes up close behind your back and loudly laments that his predecessor is not content simply to witness such acts as he is inclined to do. He reminds him that he is already a failed Vorta by being a live one, and lets his finger tips slide to the slit below where you are sat and hears the garbled moan that ensues, and a shifting of his angle that sends pleasure shooting up your spine.
You can’t help but start to get louder as the Weyoun below you grunts and starts to thrust up. You feel your hair get pulled up again and a voice whispers in you ear, saying he wouldn’t mind being in such a position with such a lovely person before pressing hot kisses down the back of your neck. Before you even realize it you’re reaching back to grasp at his trousers when he rears back and reminds you that he is not a traitor to the Dominion and to his gods like his prior clone is.
You can hear the difference in his breathing and feel the pace increase and become more desperate beneath you as his words seem to sink in, and it’s not long until your legs are shaking and you’re crying out, humiliated and yet still too far gone to care.
The thrusting begins to increase again until he suddenly stills, pressing his face into your chest and whimpering loudly as he releases.
Clinging and gasping together you’re quickly rewarded by being lifted and allowed off to the side to collect yourself. He thanks you for what he just witnessed before his eyes seem to grow colder. His grip grows firmer on his phaser in his hands, and points it directly at six.
You quickly let your eyes wander around you for a possible way out of this where you both survive.
You didn’t know how exactly to do it, but you were determined.
You were going to get this man safely to the Federation if it killed you.
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asgardian--angels · 3 years
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Recommend some good folk metal music please
:D i never thought i’d see the day when someone actually wants to know more about the music i listen to *cracks knuckles* my time has come
I apologize in advance for this novel. Feel free to skip to the recommended tracks lol.
Most folk metal comes out of northern Europe (Finland, heavily) though you can find it all over the world (Hu Band comes to mind but I mean, it’s on every continent). I am one of those people with like, a small handful of favorite bands that I listen to mercilessly so I am sure that I am only representing a miniscule percentage of what’s available out there. What’s great is that folk metal is much more versatile than many other genres in its sound; the essence of folk metal is simply to 1) utilize traditional (or rather, in the sense of a metal band, non-traditional) instruments such as violin, accordion, brass ensemble, bagpipes, what have you, and 2) have lyrical themes which revolve around regional folklore, mythology, cultural heritage, or place (what I particularly like is a frequent reverence and respect for nature). Other genres of metal (death, black) have the second element but not the first, and tend to incorporate darker overall tones and consistently harsher or lo-fi vocal styles and sounds. Folk metal can be a gateway genre into metal and can often be quite hopepunk (if you will). Because of these criteria, the actual sound of folk metal can range from sea shanties to ‘spooky walk in the midnight woods’ to scathing social commentary to SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SH
Basically you can find a range of styles within the genre that fit what you’re looking for, from those that have an orchestral, ballad feel, to things that border on death metal but have a hurdy-gurdy in there. There’s also a much higher percentage of female-led folk metal bands than other metal genres.
I’ll go through my top picks.
Turisas. These motherfuckers. My boys.
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Turisas is based in Finland, but sing primarily in English (with occasional Finnish, a smidge of Greek and Swedish too). Four albums out to date, fifth in progress. Sound is absolutely fucking bonkers god tier shit, if I may say so myself. Every single song sounds like you’ve been transported into an Iliad metal musical. Heavy use of a full orchestra and choir, along with sick violin and accordion solos. Their lyrical themes focus heavily on ancient Greco-Roman and Viking military history - but before you raise any red flags, rest assured they’re liberal as fuck and trust me the tea is scalding when Mathias feels like making a Point about Then and Now. No seriously, I don’t know how to express the beauty and depth of his songwriting - Mathias Nygård is an incredibly talented composer, musician, and songwriter (nay, POET), and an extremely intelligent and down to earth guy. There are plenty of bands that are happy to write Viking songs about pillaging and glorious death in battle and all that (Alestorm comes to mind), those are a dime a dozen. Turisas makes history come to life in a way that transports you back in time and thrusts you into the living breathing world of the past. They deal with the horrors and tragedy of war from both sides, consequences and motivations, fears and pride and loss, home and family, despair and hope. They write songs about people, big and small, and their role in weaving the great tapestry of history. And the best part is that it’s informed - Mathias does his damn research and the tales he tells are rooted in fact. He brings them to life so we can experience what it must have been like for those real living people, with the goal of forcing us to confront our own selves in them. He’s a modern Homer, I shit you not. 
Did I mention there’s a song about pirates that’s actually really complex and nuanced, about how the hypocrisy and vile colonialist deeds of emperors makes them no different than the criminals they persecute?
Or that they do a badass cover of Rasputin?? yeah?????
Anyway enough gushing. Their second and third albums (The Varangian Way, Stand Up And Fight) are consecutive concept albums that follow the story of the Varangian Guard (the legendary Viking battalion that defended Alexander the Great) so the songs are actually chronologically linked to tell this epic tale. It’s a fucking listen, lads. The Varangian Way is probably my favorite album. But all their albums are top notch. 
My favorite songs: End of An Empire (this one comes for 2020 hard), Piece by Piece (AKA die fascists 2k20), Cursed Be Iron, Among Ancestors, Greek Fire, Miklagard Overture (you gotta earn this song tho, it’s the finale)
Good first listen picks/hits: Battle Metal, To Holmgard and Beyond, March of the Varangian Guard, Ten More Miles, One More
Finntroll. These other motherfuckers. My other boys.
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Another big name in the Finnish folk metal scene. As you can see, their band revolves both aesthetically and musically around Scandinavian troll folklore. Yall weird elf-fuckers who like the really big ears? Here you go. Look at those ears. They’re good friends with Turisas. Both love their facepaint.
Musical style leans much more towards black and death metal influenced, with a heavier, fuller sound and growling vocals. But it’s an incredibly rich and creative aural tapestry, with layers of masterfully executed sound that’s a real delight to lose yourself in. Use of fiddle, brass, keyboard, accordion, and banjo, and strong folk melodies make their sound unmistakable and unique. They are known for their ‘black humppa’ beat, which basically gives the effect of feeling the primal need to stomp around loudly to their music. It’s great cardio. They also utilize orchestra in some great intro tracks. They know their stuff.
The majority of their songs are sung in Swedish (they do some English cover songs which are FANTASTIC holy SHIT), but don’t let that stop you. The mood and power and emotion of their music transcend language, and you can be sure the lyrics are about either trolls, witches, the dark woods, spirits, or something of that ilk. I think Swedish as a language works very well with this kind of music, and honestly having it in English would lose something. 
They have been around a long time and so have many albums, but I personally have only listened to the last three which feature their current singer, Mathias Lillmåns, whom I adore. Those albums are Nifelvind, Blodsvept, and their recent release Vredesvävd (that i’ve had on repeat since I got it three weeks ago). I’m sure their other ones are great too, I just can’t make a personal recommendation since I haven’t heard them. 
My favorite songs: Galgasång, Tiden Utan Tid, Ylaren, Skogsdotter, Två Ormar, Ett Norrskensdåd, Skövlarens Död
Good first listen picks/hits: Forsen, Under Bergets Rot, Häxbrygd, Trollhammaren (older song), Solsagan
I’ll go through these other ones a little faster, I haven’t heard quite as much from them but I do love them.
Korpiklaani. 
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Great, full folk sound, utilizes a lot of folk instruments including some less commonly seen ones like hurdy gurdy. Songs are mostly in Finnish but plenty in English too. Jonne Järvelä has a really unique voice that grows on you, but it’s not for everyone. The band started as Sami folk, and Jonne is trained in Sami yoik singing, which makes an appearance in a few songs. I prefer the Finnish tracks, as a lot of the English ones are drinking songs lmao. But again, really well-executed music with layers of sound that keeps you hooked. I haven’t heard enough of their discography to really recommend enough to cover everything. 
Song picks: Minä Näin Vedessä Neidon, Metsälle, Ämmänhauta, Lempo
Moonsorrow.
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Definitely a darker, black-folk band. Probably not a great pick if you aren’t accustomed to black metal - very long tracks (8-15 mins is standard), growling/shrieking vocals, a ‘thinner’ but encompassing wall of sound usual of black metal, but with the benefit of wonderfully entrancing dark folk elements and chants. It’s done really really well. Sung almost entirely in Finnish (apart from cover tracks). Lyrically, focuses on themes of Norse mythology, man vs nature and similar elements. Definitely one of those bands whose music gets you into a zone. I can lose serious time just putting a whole album on and letting my mind wander elsewhere. My favorite album is Jumalten Aika. 
Song picks: Ruttolehto Sis. Päivättömän Päivän Kansa (my fucking FAVORITE), Suden Tunti (well known hit), and also uhh check out their cover of Non Serviam cause it’s a fucking banger
Other bands that I like what I’ve heard but really can’t say much about them, whoops - Tyr (from the Faroe Islands, great stuff, Faroese is a baller language), Ensiferum, Nightwish (female-led).... I’m open to suggestions. Like I said, there are folk metal bands all over the world, and each is intrinsically linked to a sense of place and cultural identity that makes them unique. I’d love to hear about more tbh. 
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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#160-151)
(Author's note: Sorry about it being a couple of days late--I wanted to rest a bit--which I will do again because we hit the top 150--and had to download quite a bit for the gifs. Please enjoy this bunch, though!)
#160: Dihaj -- Skeletons (Azerbaijan 2017)
“When we hook up it’s fantasy We’re just like alchemy I’ve never been so ready”
I completely neglected Skeletons during the contest, as I didn't listen to it beforehand and didn't watch songs 12-17 when watching the grand final live. Along with "Grab the Moment" that year, it sandwiched a horrendous stretch of songs in #13-16.
Despite this, I listened to it a lot afterwards. It’s equal parts intriguing and mysterious, especially with the almost-nonsensical lyrics with interesting images. I always imagined a concept film in which the main character meets a potential love interest in a night club, only to go too far and almost kill him.
The atmosphere the staging created was a bit strange, in that it incorporates masks and a world inside a school chalkboard. For each of these aspects, Skeletons is my favorite Azeri entry ever—it stands out in a unique way because of its eccentricity.
Personal ranking: 5th/42 Actual ranking: 14th/26 GF in Kyiv
#159: Tommy Seebach -- Disco Tango (Denmark 1979)
“Hun er en stjerne på et dansegulv Slår John Travolta i en rock ‘n’ roll På diskoteket ta’r hun kegler, og der ka’ man se Dem stå i kø og skæve, hver gang hun gør sin entré”
“She’s a star on a dance floor Beats John Travolta in a rock ‘n’ roll At the disco she’s scoring, and there you see Them queue up with an eye on her, every time she enters”
Disco and tango are two genres you don’t expect to work together, despite them being so fun to dance to. Despite this, Tommy Seebach makes it sound natural. There’s a bit of adjustment needed when listening to it, but it’s equally flirty and groovy all at once, as one gets to know the many quirks of the song.
The live performance definitely elevates it--not only with Debbie Cameron's enthusiasm (she would come back two years later with Tommy in a bigger part), but also because of the orchestration. The mix with strings and castanets in the chorus was definitely the best part and gets me shaking.
It’s different for Denmark, but definitely a song you should put in a disco (*clap clap*) from time to time!
Personal ranking: 3rd/19 Actual ranking: 6th/19 in Jerusalem
#158: Poli Genova -- If Love (Were) a Crime (Bulgaria 2016)
“Unafraid, never fade When it’s dark we illuminate”
Bulgaria’s comeback after a two-year hiatus sees them with a hyper energetic pop song with an uplifting message. While it seems like a simple one at first, the diverse Eurovision community can embrace it for its openness and determination. The great production upholds this gem, and the lighting on stage adds to it, especially in the end.
Poli definitely makes this song come to life with her vocals and her upbeat personality, making it shine even more! (And I did like her costume--not something for everyday-wear, but definitely one fitting the song and a bit avant--garde too). Compared to her first entry, which fights against those who put her down in a pop-rock way, she delivers with fun.
And they got their first qualification in nine years and a start to a nice run of entries as a result.
Personal ranking: 5th/42 Actual ranking: 4th/42 GF in Stockholm
#157: Athena -- For Real (Turkey 2004)
“All I know is you don’t want to be part of the crowd Realise yourself You say it but don’t feel it, what you sayin’ has no meanin’ Don’t hide your soul”
For their host entry, Turkey brings upon Athena, a ska-punk (and former metalcore) band with this bouncy song. And it’s such a great one—filled with energy and fun. A bit different from what we expect from Turkey, but it shows what their music industry could bring.
It's lively and fun, with Gokhan leading the charge with his presence. At times, he shouts more than he sings and it seems like he didn't dress up for a more formal event. That said, there's still a lot of charm in "For Real's" performance, ranging from the sharks in the background to the "Hi mom!" and the peace jacket. It comes along in an eccentric package, and makes for a solid predecessor to their rock-based entries four years later.
And it definitely hints at being oneself, which celebrates individuality in a fun way.
(Plus, that's the reason why my top three in 2004 isn't the actual top three. Haha)
Personal ranking: 3rd/36 Actual ranking: 4th/24 in Istanbul
#156: Katarína Hasprová - Modlitba (Slovakia 1998)
“Láska kráčam údolím sĺz A len ty môžeš zmierniť môj žiaľ Túžim sa dotknúť tvojich pier, tvojich rúk Prosím vráť sa mi, nevzdaj sa nás”
“Love, I am walking the valley of tears Only you can get me out of misery I long to touch your hands, your lips Please, come back, do not give up”
A comment on the interwebs suggested anybody who has Horehronie as their favorite Slovak entry has never listened to this. I could understand why people would gravitate towards the former, but this stands out more for me (and not just because of the religious title).
The introduction reminds me of “Kiss From a Rose”, which here, is less meant to be about plagiarism and more about the 1990s feel of it. Musically, it takes the same medieval elements from other 1990s entries, but it tells a different story, one about trying to fix a relationship on the rocks. It builds well, going from an otherwise delicate ballad to something more explosive when one gets into the chorus. The orchestration really helps it too!
Modlitba got six points from Croatia...and then nothing else. It's still a shame it did so poorly, but as a potential nul-pointer too? Sad.
Personal ranking: 4th/25 Actual ranking: 21st/25 in Birmingham
#155: Melovin -- Under the Ladder (Ukraine 2018)
“Nothing but your will sets you on fire Fire lasts forever...”
The song that inspired a fervor from Melovin’s fans, including me! While I’m not as enthusiastic as them, I still love this song—it's pulsating and intense, with quite interesting lyrics about getting up again(with some enunciation issues). There was a point where the song got a musical revamp, and I feared it would make the song worse, but fortunately it kept the whole thing intact with a few production changes.
Melovin proves he's a talented showman, and seeing the stairs go aflame made me smile (even though I preferred the effect more on his Vidbir performance; the flaming LEDs really helped there). Good thing the televote swooped in, because last place in the jury vote feels really wrong (though it could be because of said pronunciation).
Plus he has some good post-Eurovision songs—check them out! My favorite is З тобою, зі мною, і годі.
Personal ranking: 6th/43 Actual ranking: 17th/26 GF in Lisbon
#154: Joci Papai -- Origo (Hungary 2017)
“Be kell csuknod a szemed Úgy láthatsz meg engemet Hogy meghódítsd a szívem Ismerned kell lelkemet”
“You need to close your eyes So you can see me To conquer my heart You have to know my soul”
While Az en apam (#240) touches me more than Origo, one can’t deny this is the more creative song. It combines not only Romani influences, but also a dark pop foreground which allows them to shine.
In addition, the lyrics are absolutely masterful—they are rooted in Joci’s story and packs a punch in the message. It's tells of a relationship with someone who doesn't accept him for who he is (cursing her forever as a result), along with how Joci grew up and used music as a weapon for himself and his people. He's a compelling storyteller, and you can tell he sings it from the soul.
Combined with a compelling rap and a neat violin instrumental, you get a completely unique experience.
Personal ranking: 4th/42 Actual ranking: 8th/26 GF in Kyiv
#153: Blanche -- City Lights (Belgium 2017)
“All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand?”
Blanche had quite the journey in Eurovision--first her song gets released, and immediately becomes a contender. Then she has problems performing in shows and during rehearsals, at which the odds star dropping like flies. Then her semi-final performance was notably wobbly, but she still qualifies and places fourth.
Despite the staging errors (I would've personally have made the lighting gold rather than natural-colored), it was fully deserved and I think it was better than the eventual top three.
The vibe of this song reminds me of walking down the streets of Tokyo, because of the visuals involved. Everything is in a rush, but one's not sure There’s also tension, because of the dark electronic sound that dominates it. Despite Blanche’s nervousness on stage, it worked well with the song—it amplified the sensation of walking down a wire and wondering if the relationship will work. A startling entry from Belgium and one that really strikes at modernity.
Personal ranking: 3rd/42 Actual ranking: 4th/26 GF in Kyiv
#152: Frances Ruffelle -- We Will Be Free (Lonely Symphony) (United Kingdom 1994)
“Welcome to the land Where all our dreams are planned And fighting is a thing to do...”
The first of the UK’s attempts to modernize the contest in the 1990s, it’s a cool, funky song with interestingly-written lyrics. Someone compared the chorus to a protest slogan for social justice movement, but the rest of the song discusses a complex relationship. The opening lines are a highlight in particular, and everything flows fantastically.
A few bits of the live-performance went out of hand, like with the orchestration and Frances’ vocals, explained by how she was bopping up and down and was told that she needed to keep that down. As a result, she couldn't focus on her vocals and they turned out a bit sharp at times.
That said, she had a pretty dress and charming look about her. And while it placed in the top ten, I think it should've done better.
Personal ranking: 4th/25 Actual ranking: 10th/25 in Dublin
#151: Sebalter -- Hunter of Stars (Switzerland 2014)
"I state my heart has been well trained I’m gonna be your candidate I am the hunter and you are the prey Tonight I’m gonna eat you up"
This word-salad of a song makes it quite hard to choose a good lyric, as it has a bunch of nice lines but almost no meaning to them. Reading them again, it seems like one is trying to get his affections to like him, to no avail, unfortunately.
But beyond that, we get a fun and wholesome song, which features a prominent banjo and even a violin solo! From the opening melody I can't help but smile, or even whistle along at points (everytime the latter synchronizes, I feel a bit of accomplishment). It's a bit more folksy than what the contest oriented on the time (slickly produced pop with a bit of dubstep), which makes it even more special.
Finally, we have Sebalter himself, who really carries his own song! Not only is he quite good-looking, but also very charismatic and knows how to have a good time. While Swiss entries have become better known since then, you can't replicate Hunter of Stars; it's too special!
Personal ranking: 5th/37 Actual ranking: 13th/26 GF in Copenhagen
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Crash and Burn (1/4)
Bo Sinclair x f!Reader
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing
A/N: It’s been literal years since I’ve tried writing an actual story. Please forgive my rusty skills! I hope you enjoy! 
You cast a looming shadow on the wall behind you in your room lit only by a bedside lamp. Bo had not yet joined you and so you waited patiently for his return, knowing you’d get no rest without him there. You sat in the middle of your shared bed, legs crossed and gaze fixed on your lap. Your hands shook as you wrung them together. Memories of the event from earlier that day played over and over in your mind, trying to recount exactly what happened and what you had done.
The sun was just beginning to set in Ambrose. As far as you knew, it had been a quiet day. Usually if there were tourists lurking around, one of the Sinclair brothers managed to give you some sort of warning to stay in the house. Not that you complained; both you and Bo preferred it that way. It not only kept you safer, but it also spared you from bearing witness to any of the violence haunting the small desolate town. While the boys had become your family and you loved them dearly, you had no desire to get involved in their work. You knew very well what they did and what they were capable of, but you couldn’t really stomach doing any of it yourself. At least you had always thought that.
You exited the house at the same time you always did in the early evening. In your time in Ambrose, you developed a routine which called for you to round up the boys for dinner every night at sunset, tourist circumstances allowing. Until you had arrived, it was a miracle if any of the brothers made time to eat a real meal, much less sit down together and bond over it. You had brought a light and stability with you when you arrived in their small town, and your dinner call had become a much-anticipated time of day.
You made your way to the gas station first with a skip in your step, excited to see Bo. You’d gone the whole day without a word from each other. This wasn’t uncommon as he often got wrapped up in maintaining the town, but you missed him all the same. You were about to call out to him in a silly voice as you approached the open garage, but paused upon hearing the sounds of screaming and crashes. Bo’s familiar voice rang out in angry curses against another feminine voice screaming right back. You quickly stepped closer to the station, pressing yourself into the wall, trying to remain hidden. This group of tourists must’ve been particularly troubling, so much so that no one had time to warn you they were here. You’d never been around while strangers were present and your heart pounded in your chest, unsure of what to do. Enter the skirmish or leave before you were discovered and get help? You slowly peeked your head around the corner to see a young woman holding her own against Bo. You covered your mouth to mute your gasp of shock as you watched them struggle with one another. Bo’s lip was busted and he had a good chunk of blonde hair he’d ripped from the woman’s head still wrapped in his fingers. The stranger’s nose looked broken and her scalp was angry and red from the stream of blood dripping into her eyes. If looks could kill, they’d both dead in a ditch in an unmarked grave.
“Christ almighty, you put up a hell of a fight.” Bo smirked as he spat blood onto the ground, keeping his eyes trained on his prey “You’d almost give my girl a run for her money, she’s a feisty one too.”
“Shut the fuck up and stay the fuck away from me you goddamn psycho!” the woman screamed, taking one step back for every one Bo took toward her.
“No there’s no need to use name-calling, baby.” Bo taunted in sickly sweet tone that would make anyone’s blood run cold.
“You killed my friends!” the woman shook with wrath, devastation pulling at her vocal cords
“And I’ll kill you too.” Bo hissed through venom
“Fuck you!”
Bo moved to tackle her. You dug your nails into your palms as you watched them crash into everything, narrowly avoiding one another. Suddenly, the young woman managed to grab a wrench and whip Bo across the face. He fell from the impact and the woman wasted no time jumping onto him and reeling back for another blow. Bo caught her wrists and they struggled once more for the weapon. The woman finally ripped one hand from Bo’s grip and brought her fist down onto his face, repeating the action, willing him to let go of her other arm. With every strike, more blood spewed from Bo’s mouth and nose.
Your eyes widened and your breath halted as your thoughts were silenced by a harsh ringing burning in your ears. You were filled with rage, fear, and desperation as your feet silently, but swiftly carried you forward. You felt yourself shout something causing the woman to face you, but you couldn’t hear yourself and you couldn’t recall the words. All you felt was fire. You weren’t even sure how you got the screwdriver you plunged straight into her neck. It was then you realized everything had been moving in slow motion as the realization of what you did hit you like an oncoming train.
You gasped and covered your mouth as tears you didn’t realize were brimming in your eyes fell fast, burning your cheeks. You took a huge step back, as you saw the woman reach for the screwdriver, anger and pain registering in her eyes. Bo’s eyes were locked on you.
“I-I’m sorry-” You stuttered out as she somehow managed to stand and stumble in your direction. You shuttered as the woman let a scream rip through her throat, so raw and tortured it sent chills down your spine. Before she could move any further, you saw Bo scramble to his feet and rip the screwdriver from the woman’s neck, sending a stream of blood pooling down her body, painting her dark crimson in seconds. Bo held the woman up by her hair, and spared a glance in your direction. He must’ve seen your anguish as he threw her body behind him before kneeling down and delivering a few more stabs to her chest for good measure.
Your vision blurred as questions ran rapid in your head. What had you just done? Did she really deserve that? Did you have to stab her? Did you stab her? Was that your only choice? What have you done? How could you? The questions grew deafening in your brain. Your brain pounded with each second and you couldn’t breathe. You clawed at your eyes, begging for any release from your own mind.
“Darlin’… Y/N, look at me, baby girl. It’s just me, come back to me.” Bo’s voice, low and careful for once, echoed in your head, bringing you back from the brink. Warm, rough hands forced yours away from your face. You must have sunken to your knees as you started to process him kneeling in front of you. He brushed your hair back from where it stuck to your teary face before placing a calloused hand on your cheek. He gently used his thumb to wipe away the tears as they continued to fall. He lowered himself to look at you, but he could tell you weren’t seeing him “I got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.” Slowly, both of your hands moved to cling to the one on your cheek for dear life as he grounded you in reality. Though you had an iron grip on him, Bo could feel your fingers trembling. Your sobs came out short and strangled as you gasped for air. You felt like your throat had closed entirely. Your panicked eyes shot to him.
“I-I can’t b-” you were cut off by your own lungs, burning and choking you.
“Y/N, I need you to breathe. C’mon, breathe for me.” He said urgently. He moved his other hand to rest on your neck to turn your stare toward his eyes, forcing you to focus on him. He could feel your pulse racing under his fingertips. It was so fast it startled him “Deep breaths, now.” He took a deep breath for you to copy and thankfully you were able to do so. With a few more deep intakes of air, you were breathing normally again.
“B-Bo, I…I’m sorry-I didn’t-” He cut you off
“Shh, it’s alright, it’s okay. Just breathe. Don’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, you hear me?” He said as he rubbed circles into your cheek “I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, despite the harsh sting it sent through his busted lip. He lingered there only for a moment in silent thanks to whatever powers that be you were safe. He pulled back to take a look at you, his piercing blue eyes scanning for injuries. While he didn’t find so much as a scratch, he’d never seen you so shaken. Your broken expression made his heart drop into his stomach as he knew there wasn’t a damn thing that he could do to make this easier. It made him wish he could kill that woman all over again for putting you through this.
“I didn’t know…but I…” You could barely manage to string your sentences together “She was… kill you. I couldn’t just…”
“Hey, hey don’t go worrying about this, got it?” He heard you trailing off and he jumped to keep you focused on him. “I’m okay. We’re both safe.”
“Bo…” you cried his name as you buried your face in his chest Your body felt so small and fragile against his as you convulsed with silent sobs. He quietly shushed you as his strong arms came up around you to pull to close, protecting you from the world like so many times before. He wrapped you tight against him, trying to soothe your shaking as best he could. He’d never felt so damn helpless and he hated it.
You don’t know how long you sat there in Bo’s arms, only that when you finally pulled yourself from his chest, the sun had set and darkness had taken over. You suddenly didn’t know whether to feel guilty for making him sit with you so long or moved that he done simply that without a word. Just in staying there with you, Bo showed more patience than you ever knew him to possess.
“Why don’t we get you back to the house?” Bo suggested softly, “Get you cleaned up.” You looked down to examine yourself, having not realized your hands were dried in red and flecks of blood stained your shirt. You looked back up and nodded, still not trusting your ability to speak. Bo painfully got to his feet, biting back a wince from the bruises he’d surely find littering his body later. He carefully pulled you to your feet and ushered you into the passenger side of his truck, taking care to keep your eyes off the corpse you both left behind.  
A quick drive up the hill, Bo had you back home. He carried you from the car to your bedroom, despite your insistence you could walk. When you had tried to convince him to set you down, he ignored you. He silently helped you clean yourself up and change into one of his old shirts before tending to himself. By the time he was done washing up, you had regained a bit more clarity and calmed just a bit. While he was adamant about not leaving you alone, you convinced him to go help Vincent with the cleanup. You needed a little time to process for yourself anyway. So, you sat in patient silence while your thoughts ran wild.  
You were startled out of your staring contest with the wall when you heard heavy footsteps echoing up the stairs. You shifted your stare to the door just as Bo entered looking just about as haggard as you felt. A dark bruise had taken shape around the cut on his cheekbone from where the wrench had hit him and it stretched to just under his eye. You nearly winced just looking at him.
“What’re you doin’ still awake, darlin’. You ought to be resting.” He drawled out; exhaustion laced in his voice as he ran a hand over the good side of his face.
“I wanted to wait for you.” You told him as you moved closer to the edge of the bed. Bo slowly made his way over to where you sat. His limp was more pronounced, his bad knee angry from the brawl he’d gotten into, no doubt. Before you could mention it, he leaned down to your level and silenced you with a warm, firm kiss. You felt the tension in your body dissipate as you melted into his kiss. You sighed into his lips, still tasting a faint bit of copper on them. You knew he was just trying to distract you from his limp, but you let him get away with it this once. He pulled back and ran a thumb over your bottom lip.
“Why don’t you settle in? Won’t take me long to join you.” He said as he stood back up. You pulled yourself up to your knees to take a better look at the damage done to his face. You moved your hands to further assess the injury, but he caught your wrists in a firm grip, “Don’t worry about it, baby girl, just go to bed.”
“Can I at least get you some ice? Or pain killers?” You asked. He’d taken such care with you that evening, it was only fair you try doing the same.
“No, sweetheart.” He said before kissing you fingers and releasing your wrists.
“But-”
“Y/N.” Bo said sternly. You silently cursed his stubbornness, but relented. You hesitantly sank back into the bed, moving to your side which was farthest from the door. When you began sharing a bed, no matter how you fell asleep, you would wake up to find Bo had shifted so that he was between you and the door. After a few nights, you took the hint and officially claimed that side as yours.
You got under the covers and watched as Bo stripped himself of his hat, shirt, and pants, leaving him in only his underwear. You cringed to yourself at the sight of the bruises along his ribs. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before returning and crawling into bed next to you with grunt of pain. He settled himself against his pillow and pulled you into his side like he did every night. He moved you to rest your head on his chest with his arm wrapped around you. He reached over to turn out the lamp so that the only light left was from the moon outside. After a few moments of silence, you nuzzled into Bo’s side with a sigh as your thoughts began to wander back to what you did.
“Get some sleep, Y/N.” Bo’s gravely, fatigued voice echoed in his chest, effectively silencing your thoughts. It was times like this you swore he could read your mind. He could be so in tune with you when it counted.
“Goodnight, Bo.” You whispered. He mumbled sleepily in response as he buried his nose in your hair, breathing you in. You shut your eyes and tried to focus on his steady heartbeat. After a few minutes, sleep finally welcomed you into its embrace.
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Stay With Us Call Service || Felix
Summary: A lonely night leads you to a phone sex operator site where you call for Felix
word count: 1.9k || Genre: phone operator Felix! smut, fingering, Felixs deep voice ya know
A/n; not my best work but enjoy!!!! Limited editing I probs could have made this soooo much more smutty I SORRY please just enjoy this crappy smut. I had to release this early cause I’m super busy this weekend!!! (IM A BIG THOT FOR FELIX I SORRY) - Admin Hime 
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Do you remember those phone sex ads that appear on your tv in the middle of the night? Erotic music would play as an attractive woman on the phone pops up. Promising for a small fee you can talk to said attractive women they mean with "talking" it was basically phone sex.
Those always confused you thinking of who would pay just to talk to someone? The thought of who would actually pay to talk to these women. Oh, how your old self would be laughing now.
After going on an illegal streaming website watching a few shows you couldn't fine. In the corner of your eye, you saw an ad for phone sex with male and female operators. At first, you ignored it but after a while curiosity got the best of you and you clicked on the site.
A site that wasn't to eye-pleasing came up with the number and showing a few voice samples of there operators they had.
With lots of inner debate you self shame you had a prepaid credit card loaded with 100 dollars on it in shame as you looked at the site once again. You double checked the number letting out a breath as you clicked the call button. Your stomach bubbled with anticipation as a robotic voice spoke up.
"Welcome to Stay With Us Call Service" the voice spoke "Press 1 for female operators or 2 for male operators," you bite your lip pressing the number 2 on the phone.
You clutched the card as the robotic voice spoke up. "Great choice you'll hear some options we have and pick the one you want to connect to," you let out a breath in a shaky voice. "And as a reminder, the calls are 0.99 a minute will you like to continue," the voice spoke. You rolled your eyes at the price. 
The male voice made you straighten your spine. Press 1 for Chan. And then a voice spoke up "Hello my love I'm Chan come talk to me," an Australian accent filled your ears. Your finger almost pressed 1 for him but you paused wanting to see all your options.
Going through all the operators you noted Chan had an amazing voice, Woojin had a deep comforting voice. Minho’s one made you lightly laugh and Changbin had this lustful voice about him. They all had there own pretty lines of saying for you to choose. Their words were so nice and soft others lustful and it made your stomach turn with want.
"Good day I'm Felix I would love to talk to you darling," a low accented voice filled the phone and before you could hear the rest of them you picked his number in an eager manner. Something about the way he spoke made your insides turn with want. 
"Please wait and we'll see if Felix is available," the robotic voice spoke. You let out a breath waiting and slightly hoping he was available.
"Felix is now available we'll connect you as soon as possible enjoy," the robotic voice said. Waiting music filled the phone as you placed it against your ear waiting for the phone to connect.
"Hello my darling," his voice rang in your ears. You straighten your spine hearing the male voice through the phone.
"Um hi," you mumbled quickly. Your face heating up at what you were doing you put your hand over your face in embarrassment.
"Thank you for choosing me," he hummed over the phone. He sounded young around your age you assumed his accent was notably Australian like Chans.
"Your welcome," you said quickly mentally kicking yourself at your lame response.
"How are you," he asked smoothly. You leaned on the bed making yourself more comfortable.
"I'm fine just stressed a little," you responded your fingers tapping in a nervous manner.
"Aw, why is my darling stressed," he asked in a worried tone. Your heart throbbed at his tone he was s good phone operator, he even sounded so real like he cared.
"College is tough and work is even harder," you huffed in annoyance. In reality, you were super stressed and admitting it to him made you feel a little better. 
"I feel that," Felix hummed at you. You closed your eyes "I hope I can make you less stressed tonight," his deep voice lulled out.
"So what's your name," He asked kindly. 
"My name it's Y/n," you blushed at realizing you were really doing this.
Felix gave a small chuckle through the phone "that's a cute name," he replied. The compliment making your insides turn with want.
"Okay Y/n I want you to lay down and relax," he voice rang into your ear. You pressed your phone closer to your ear as he lead you. "You can trust me I can make you feel amazing," he spoke.
Shifting your body you pressed your body against the bed covering your body with a blanket. "Aw, you sound so comfortable wish I could be there," He dotted on you. You wish he was here as well touching you guiding you.
On the phone, you could hear a rustle of clothing on his side and they want to believe he actually was going to touch himself excited you.
"Now darling I want you to explore your body okay," he hummed. "You can be as vocal as you want with me okay," his deep voice lead you.
"Yes Felix," you said shakily out. Laying the finger against your ear you let your fingers roam around your body feeling your warm skin under your clothing.
"I bet you feel so soft," his voice deepen which made you clench your legs together at his tone. "Running your fingers across your soft breast and your tummy," the innocent words making you let out a low moan.
"I wish I could touch you," he groaned deeply. Your mind wandered over the fact of what he looked like. He sounds so amazing your mind quickly made up what you imagined he had. Soft hair, a deep voice, and a bright smile.
"Make sure to give attention to your breast" he leads out. You were already addicted to the way he spoke you let out a breathy whine as your fingers ran over your breast. Lightly rubbing squishing and playing with them.
"Are they soft I can just imagine them," he asked his tone husky with want.
"They're so soft," you moaned back feeling your body heat up at the teasing.
"I bet they are," he said "Your nipples make sure they're nice and hard," he spoke so lewd it made your back arch with want. You wanted Felix this stranger his voice doing things to you that no one else has before. It was so deep and seductive.
Your fingers ran over your nipples making sure to firm them up with teasing them. You let out a shaky moan at the contact. "They're so hard," you moaned out on the phone shutting your eyes letting your imagination run wild.
On the other side of the phone, you heard a belt lightly moving as it was coming off. "Your moans are making me so hard," Felix groaned. Your heart swooned knowing you could do this to Felix.
"Are you touching yourself," you asked lightly so eager to hear him.
"Just lightly palming myself to your moans," he chuckled on the other side. You imagined your dream guy on the other side his pants lowers his briefs tight as he lightly teased himself through his briefs.
"Touch yourself," he said. You did as you were told moving past your night shorts and dipping in. "Not directly just lightly play with yourself," he ordered.
"What if I don't what if I just finger myself," your confidence grew at him.
"Cheeky are we," he responded "If I was there you would do anything I wanted," he said you could almost hear him smirking through his words.
"I would do anything for you," you moaned out as you touched yourself. Your finger lightly playing with your silt you could feel how wet you were already.
"How wet are you," his deep accent asked you.
"I'm soaking," you moaned out feeling your fingers press into yourself feeling how damp you were.
"Fuck," his gritted out which made your body heat up even more.  You could hear the shuffle of clothing on his side.
"Are you touching yourself," you asked curiously just imagining" Felix touching himself wrapping his fist around himself pumping himself.
"Yes I'm so hard," he groaned in the phone.
"That's hot," you spoke before you could realize you said that. Heat rose to your cheek as your fingers didn't let up as you kept teasing yourself.
"I wish you could see maybe watch me," he let out a throaty groan. "Darling dip those pretty fingers inside yourself," he moaned out.
You did as you were told a mewy moan let out as you touched yourself "I'm so wet," you moaned feeling your wetness. You spread your legs apart for a better angle the sound of his voice filled arousal and you let your imagination run wild.
"Make sure you rub your clit for me," Felix chuckled you could hear him jerking off the soft sound of squishing against his hand made your body buzz with want.
"Are you close darling," his voice sounded like it deepened his sensual tone made you buzz with want.
"I am," you panted as your fingers pushed you closer to your peak.
"Mmmh you sound amazing so whiny and moany for me," he chuckled. He panted slightly "I'm going to come all over my hand," he let out a strained moan.
Your mind buzzed imagining Felix coming his hips erratic as strings of white spilled into his hand.
You let out a high pitched moan feeling waves of hot pleasure course through your veins. "Ugh," you moaned feeling your finger as they lead you through your orgasm.
"That sound," Felix moaned hearing a low groan spill out of him. "Fucking hell," he cursed out. The mix of panting filled the phone between both of you. Your eyes were hazy with your post-orgasm glory.
"Fuck I came so much," Felix laughed a little at that. "I haven't came like that in a while," he said.
You blushed at his words. "Thank you," you lightly said biting your lip as you came down from cloud 9.
"No thank you, darling," he said.
You shivered at the feeling of the cold air hit your face as you carried your coffee in one hand ready to warm yourself up. It's been two months since you did the phone sex thing and you were slightly eager to do it again.
But life got in the way and you couldn't call Felix again. Which did make you sad but it was just his job.
Before you knew it you felt someone bump into you. You looked up to see your coffee was now mashed and slightly spilled on the both of you.
"I'm so sorry," you said shocked at you not paying attention.
"It's okay," you heard a familiar chuckle making you snap your head up. Gazing up your eyes widen the accent the deep voice. Seeing a male in front of you he had a side smile on his face his hair was a silky orangy blond color with beautiful freckles across his nose.
"Felix," you said drinking in all his features shocked that he was in front of you.
"Y/n," his eyes widen at your name. You both stared at one another in shock.
"Hey," you mumbled lightly waving at him as he looked at you. You noted his eyes were beautiful his skin was gorgeous and his voice sounded better in person.
"Hey," he replied back as you both stood face to face. Your heart thudded against your chest at the realization he was in front of you.
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according to tmz’s latest update ,  𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨  has just signed with  𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖞  … you know the twenty five year  𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅  singer / songwriter ? the one who resembles 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞 ? yeah , her ! they’re known for being  +𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜  but also  -𝐯𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 . rumor has it ,  𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 . hopefully , under new management , the  𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 will avoid being the subject of a new scandal .  [ emmy , 21+ , she/her , pst ]
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hello everyone ! i am so excited to be here with you all on this brand new journey together ❤️ my name is emmy and i’m one of the admins . please , please seek me out for anything and everything , i’m more than willing to assist ! this is my problematic child honey . she’s a bit of a chaotic mess but i hope you all grow to love her just as much as i have . i can’t wait to plot with you guys ! 
⤷ ⋄ *  introducing honey caprio !
honey was born angela caprio to italian immigrant parents , angela and joseph in maryland . living a rather unproductive childhood , there was not much of her early childhood that is worth noting other than she adopted the name honey relatively young as she loathed sharing a name with a mother and it was an affectionate pet name her father gave her that she really liked . in school , honey was hardly remarkable in any sense . her grades were average , she had a solid friend group and was a member of the choir . her voice is always something that stood out , particularly her talented vocal range which helped cast her in several musical theater productions . so how did someone so genuinely normal sky rocket to stardom ? well , that’s a funny story , actually . ever hear of an industry plant ? you’re looking at one . and what exactly is an industry plant ? an artist that is suddenly skyrocketed to fame seemingly overnight , and that’s exactly what happened with honey . after graduating high school , honey had no intentions of seeking out a higher education . instead , she spent her youth partying with her friends , getting high , and making poor decisions . during one night of drunken karaoke , she was approached by a representative from a record company . a girl with zero ambition to do anything other than live her life to it’s fullest was suddenly being put in booths to sing her little heart out for some of the biggest producers in the game . while this was never a lifestyle that honey had thought plausible before , she quickly fit into the mold of what the record label was after : a sultry vocalist who is inherently messy . and thus , dangerous woman was born . it was a calculated release right down to the title track , the first single , and the overall aesthetic honey would portray . honey had very little input in dangerous woman , which launched her into a mainstream name overnight with her smokey music video and impressive range . suddenly she wasn’t a girl from maryland anymore . she was attending hollywood parties , having sex with big names . no one really knew where this girl came from --- she was suddenly here and in everyone’s faces and making appearances at nearly every award show . sweetener was the first album that honey had some creative control over . she was experienced now , a world tour behind her and a sturdy fan base . while she wasn’t pumping out hits , she was the topic of many headlines . too drunk to walk out of the club , multiple whirlwind romances that ended horrifically , and diva - esque behavior which was amplified by her infamous donut licking incident . shortly after sweetener was released with success , honey’s label gave her the go ahead to drop another album almost six months later , thank u next which earned her several grammy nominations . no one is really sure how a girl so messy became so damn famous , but her agent recommend that she find better management to keep her name in a more . . . ahem , positive light . she signed with vilify and embarked on another world tour which she recently wrapped . it’s rumored honey is currently working on new projects but she’s been keeping it low key . . . for now . 
⤷ ⋄ *  isms + head canons !
⤷  honey is . . . a leo to a fault . she’s playful , bright , but horribly demanding and stubborn . 
⤷  she’s bisexual and she’s honestly quite a shamelessly sexual individual . she isn’t the type to settle down to easily , though , and often juggles a handful of lovers instead of committing to just one person .
⤷  her sense of humor is really unique . she sarcastic and dry , but i would also consider her to be quite childish . she’s immature in what she finds amusing . 
⤷  she has all the canon tattoos that ariana grande has .
⤷  becoming a celebrity hasn’t really changed her personality too drastically , rather she’s very set in her ways and doesn’t often behave like a celebrity should . she isn’t very poised . she curses in interviews and on the red carpet .
⤷  while she is so successful musically , it wasn’t her passion until recently . now that she has more creative control of her music and has been taught the art of production , she is genuinely passionate over it . 
⤷  she literally won’t respond to angela , just don’t do it . don’t call her that . . . she’ll kick you right in the balls , i promise you .
⤷  if i had to compare her characters , i would say she’s a mixture of buffy summers , jim from the office , summer from rick and morty , & marquise from cruel intentions . 
⤷  her tendency to be impulsive gets her in a shit ton of trouble . she has horribly bad luck and is caught by the press doing nearly everything that she should keep hidden .
⤷  loathes being alone , she will have her friends live with her in her home rather than not have someone to go home to .
⤷  she isn’t the best romantic partner . a lot of her music reflects that , especially in thank u next . she doesn’t really seem to care about the way she acts , either . it’s important to note she hasn’t genuinely felt love before . she’s come close , but that exploded in her face . 
⤷  in contrast , honey is an excellent friend . she’s loyal . she’s fierce when it comes to her group . she’ll be the first one posting shit on ig , the first subtweeting . she relies on her friends for a great deal of support .
⤷  fame coming so quickly and so out of pocket really fucked with honey emotionally and psychologically . she suffers from anxiety , gets panic attacks , and often turns to drinking and drugs to combat those feelings .
⤷ ⋄ *  plot ideas !
⤷    platonic plots : best friend(s) , housemates , music collaborator , inspiration , writing buddies , party buddies , only friends when we’re high / drunk , we met backstage at an award show and have a budding friendship , you used to date my best friend but we got along so well we stayed friends , drug dealer , i got too drunk at a party and you looked after me , confidants , we went on a date but ended up being friends instead , theme park buddies , sibling like bond , we used to hate each other until we actually got to know each other , publicity friends , we used to date but now we’re just friends
⤷    romantic plots : forbidden romance / affair , hateship , exes with benefits , friends with benefits , publicity romance , heartbreak , i could’ve fallen in love with you but we never got the chance to make it real , we only hook up when we’re fucked up , you’re the boy / girl in my songs 
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